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strawbeerossi · 10 months

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Jealousy

18+ Content. Minors DNI

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid

Description: Whenever the team tracks down the unsub they are looking for, it’s up to reader to lure him out of the bar with nothing but her charm and charisma. Spencer however, just can’t stand watching it. He makes sure to make his feelings known to the reader later on.

Content Warnings: Post-Prison!Spencer, Jealous!Spencer, BAU!reader, case details, coarse language, Dom!Spencer, kinda mean!Spencer, sub!reader, possessiveness, degradation, praising, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (F receiving), fingering, hair pulling, spitting, aftercare, fluff at the end

Word count: 3k

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Well, here it is! Can I technically call this ‘Jealousy (Taylor’s Version)(From the Vault)’ ?

Spencer approached Emily, his brow furrowed with concern, as he held a file tightly in his hands. "Emily, we need to talk about Y/N's undercover assignment. I've been analyzing the data, and there are some significant risks involved that we need to address before we even think of sending her out there.” he began, his voice laced with urgency.

Emily, her expression serious yet attentive, met Spencer’s gaze. "I understand your concerns, Reid, but we've already vetted this operation thoroughly. Y/N is well-prepared and capable of handling herself," she responded, her voice steady and reassuring.

It wasn’t matters of him thinking that Y/N wasn’t prepared, it was him being worried because this unsub was taking women who fit her image description and killing them after doing horrible things to them.

The male nodded, his worry still evident. "I know Y/N is skilled, but the circumstances surrounding this case are unusually complex. I just want to make sure we have contingency plans in place and that we're ready to support her in any way necessary," he explained, his analytical mind racing with potential scenarios. She could have a knife pulled on her and be forced out, this unsub could drug her by sticking her with something, he could kill her right there if he figured out she was a federal agent..

After being released from prison, Spencer became a different man. He used to be more composed, now however, he was more temperamental. It didn’t help that Y/N was his girlfriend, the need to protect her being obvious. Besides, who wants to see their partner talking with a man who was brutally stabbing women and doing horrible things to their corpses? Especially when each of those women could’ve been her twin. That put her in a high risk situation that wasn’t a guaranteed arrest.

“Reid,” The Unit Chief let one hand come up to rub her face, the woman being tired of the argument. She could understand the worry and frustration, however this was Y/N’s job that she’d been doing for a good six years now. She knew the stakes as well as what she could or couldn’t handle.

“I promise that we will have this covered. We have surveillance all over the bar. Alvez, Simmons, and you are going to be inside, close enough to stop anything if things go too far.” She stressed the details, the woman just being exhausted explaining her decision continuously. “You aren’t changing my mind. I need you to understand that this decision was made with Y/N. You need to let her do her job.”

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Y/N walked into the dimly lit bar, her gaze looking around for Marcus Black, the man’s face still fresh in her mind from the picture that Penelope had sent her while she was on the way over to the location, the woman trying to mentally prepare herself for the mental gymnastics she’d have to go through for this. It was a common misconception that undercover missions were much easier than having to risk it by assuming who the unsub is and building off the profile.

Y/N would argue this is much harder. You have to stand in front of a person who did unspeakable things to others. You have to get close and personal, be able to hide that overwhelming feeling of being disgusted, nervous, and even terrified. This was a man who was definitely bigger than she was in every aspect, being able to take her down if he truly wanted to.

That didn’t stop her from flashing a bright smile at the bartender as she’d approached the bar, sitting in a bar stool while ordering a vodka tonic. Across the room, she could get a clear view of Matt Simmons, the man keeping his gaze fixated on her as he gave a nod once the two made direct eye contact.

She had a wire, the team could hear everything from the earpieces they all had in order to communicate with one another as well as communicate with her, even if she couldn’t very well respond in an obvious way.

Although as Y/N was lost in her thoughts, she could feel a presence beside her, one that oozed darkness. The vibe had dropped tremendously low, however Y/N needed to keep up a façade or all of this will go to shit, something the team definitely doesn’t need right now.

Especially when they could just taste the capture that was going to come. “Hi.” The woman spoke, a charming smile gracing her features while her head tilted ever so slightly to the side, her fingers playing with the straw in her drink.

Which as she had struck up a conversation, Spencer was quietly watching from the other end of the bar, nursing a full glass of some mixed drink in front of him just to avoid suspicion. He knew that she had to fake interest but that didn’t stop a heat rising in his chest, one associated with jealousy.

Seeing his girlfriend giving another man bedroom eyes, laughing at every word he said, even putting her hand on his upper arm was enough to make him seethe in his spot, hazel eyes focused on his girlfriend.

She was giggling, he could just hear it from his spot, probably telling him that she just couldn’t bare the thought of going home alone. He was just further pissing himself off thinking of the potential things she could be saying, not even tuning in to the actual dialogue because he knew it would’ve pissed him off much more than his own thoughts.

It was enough to make him clench his hand around the glass in his right hand. It was like his brain was trying to trick him into genuinely believing that Y/N was enjoying herself. He knew better, however the anger over the ‘what if’ had him shaking.

It reminded him of when he was in prison.

Y/N would come to visit him and it was one of the only things that got him through the hell, however the other inmates always had their comments. Saying explicit things about his angel, what they’d do to her given the chance to ever see her outside of those four cement walls. He wanted to keep his head down at the time but god damn, if this version of him was in prison, he would’ve been throwing fists and starting fights over his girlfriend, adding onto his sentence.

This was absolute fucking torture, Spencer’s leg bouncing in annoyance as he was using his opposite hand to put the earpiece in his ear, just in time to hear something that would have him absolutely livid. “I don’t think you could handle me, sweetheart. However if you’re up for a challenge, I’m always happy to take a precious little dove like yourself home.. However.. I don’t know if you could take what I’m going to give you,”

The male’s voice was the first thing Spencer was greeted with. “Is that so? You have no idea what you're getting yourself into. But I promise, once you've tasted the forbidden fruit, there's no turning back.” Y/N countered, her voice low and in a seductive tone while her fingers were tracing over the rim of her glass.

“I don’t think you understand what I’m saying, honey.” The man continued while looking over at her with a raised eyebrow. “Most women can’t handle what I offer. We make a wager..” There it is! Now tell her, you fucking fuck.

“If they can get through my little game, they get to go home. If not?” He began, reaching in his jacket pocket. Which was enough to make Spencer jump up from his spot before he was storming over, catching a glimpse of a knife being pulled from an inner jacket pocket.

It gave him probable cause to shove the man over the counter, making Y/N’s eyes widen at the surprise while she was jumping back.

“Marcus Black, you are under arrest for the murders of Christine Brailey, Jessica Fredricks, and Emily Knight as well as the attempted murder of Amanda Grey.” Spencer spoke through gritted teeth, the handcuffs locking tightly on his wrists before he was shoving him out of the bar.

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Y/N’s back was hitting the front door of the apartment as soon as she and Spencer made it inside, the woman gasping while she was trapped between her boyfriend’s body and the wooden door.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were enjoying yourself back there. I mean you were really trying to sell it, weren’t you?” Spencer asked, eyebrows raising as his hand was coming under his girlfriends chin to make her look at him. He looked furious, it was enough to make Y/N nearly fall on her knees right then and there.

The thing about Spencer was that he was much different now, prison changing him in many ways. He was still a good man, there were no doubts about that, but now he had more anger.

Which Y/N was the outlet he needed when he was having a hard time, fucking her deep into their mattress where she was soaking their bedsheets with her cum, getting to the point where she was crying from overstimulation and begging for more.

“Get your little ass in the bedroom.” Spencer spat, dropping his hand before watching his girlfriend scurry off, making a b-line to their bedroom. It took Spencer an agonising amount of time to lock up and make sure everything was turned off for the night before he was making an appearance.

“You know, I could tell you were truly enjoying yourself. How does it feel to be a fucking whore?” He spat, making Y/N clench her thighs together as she could just feel her arousal soaking her panties from the harsh words.

“Look at you. Fucking pathetic. You’re really getting wet right now while I’m scolding you for being a whore?” He asked, taking a few steps over before letting his hand tangle in his girlfriend’s hair, tugging her head up to force her to look up at him from the spot where she was sitting on their king sized bed.

“So cock hungry.” He spoke while letting go of her hair while working to loosen his tie, urging his girlfriend to take his belt off for him. However as she was moving to start on his pants, his hand was wrapping around hers. “No.” He began, using the tie he’d loosened and taken off to restrain her hands behind her back.

“You don’t get the pleasure of touching me tonight.” He scolded his girlfriend before pushing her back onto the mattress, his hand grabbing her right ankle before he was pulling her to the end of the bed.

The black dress she wore had a perfect eyeful for him, her tits threatening to spill over the top as he was running his large hands over her body, fingertips tracing over the straps before he was pulling them down, letting her breasts out of their confinement while he groaned lowly. He had seen her body so much and he could navigate it with ease, but seeing her was always like the first time. Just.. He knows what he’s doing now and he’s not as nervous. “Fucking gorgeous.” His voice was low while he was using no effort at all to tug the dress down her legs, throwing it somewhere on their bedroom floor.

“The point of panties is to have something to cover you up.” He spoke lowly, chuckling as her needy, swollen cunt was practically swallowing the fabric of the panties that were on her hips. With a soft hum, his fingertips were running across her covered slit, collecting her arousal on his fingers while sighing, his head shaking.

“Look my angel. Who’s got you this wet?” He asked, his hands pushing her thighs apart more, falling to his knees at the edge of the mattress. “Y-you.” Y/N was whispering, shaking with anticipation as she was really desperate for something, anything. She knew the game Spencer was playing though.

“Damn right,” He gave an arrogant smirk while blowing cool air on her soaked pussy, a chuckle leaving his lips at the pathetic mewl that fell from her lips. “That’s right. Me. Because you’re mine, Y/N. Gonna show you what happens when you get too into flirting when you only had to do the bare minimum.” He murmured, his fingers hooking in the waistband of the black panties, tugging them down her legs while discarding of them somewhere on the floor.

Spencer was delving right in, eating her as if she was his last meal and he was a starved man, the way Y/N’s whines and cries making his cock stand at attention. However it wasn’t long until he was pulling away, tongue paying attention to her throbbing clit while two of his long fingers were being pushed into her without warning.

Her pussy was clenching around the digits, her back arching off of their sheets as she was blabbing her own praises, even if she wasn’t making too much sense because she was a sobbing mess as she could feel those long fingers curling.

Her hands were still bound, grabbing onto her own wrist, although she’d rather have her fingers in Spencer’s hair and being able to shove his face against her more. However, it was all crashing down when Spencer was pulling away, the male chuckling as his girlfriend was looking up at him with tears in her eyes. She was desperate for relief.

“Shh.. I know.” The male chuckled, now getting off his shirt, shedding his slacks as well before his boxers were the last to go. He was getting situated, his hands wrapping her shaking legs around his waist while he was spitting onto her already soaked pussy, the tip of his cock teasing her desperate cunt by spreading the sit around as if she needed to be lubed up.

“Alright, angel. Are you ready for my cock or do you need my fingers a little longer?” He asked, an eyebrow raising. Even in his state, he’d always ask before going too crazy. Last thing he needed was to hurt her.

“Cock!” Y/N blabbed immediately, eyes glossed over while her hips were rolling in an attempt to get some sort of friction, clenching around nothing as she was left to lay there helpless.

“Answer any faster, why don’t you? Someone is eager..” Spencer chuckled, however he was getting quite desperate himself. So, he wasn’t wasting time before his cock was pushing into her cunt, his head falling on her shoulder while he let out a low groan.

Y/N was letting out a drawn out moan, a few whimpers following after. There was always a delicious stretch, the pleasurable pain having her squirming and trying to push herself against his cock for more, the only thing stopping her was a strong hand on her hip.

“Patience. I’ll pull out right now and cum on your stomach and leave you here to squirm. You know better than this.” He warned, his voice low as he kissed the spot under her ear.

Feeling his rock hard cock stretching and stuffing her felt beyond amazing and she loved it. Once he was bottoming out, Spencer wasted no time in beginning to ram his cock into his girlfriend.

The feeling of her velvety, plushy walls was always enough to drive him insane. It was like she was made for him, not even just her body but her as a person. She complimented him so well and he did the same with her. It was safe to say that she was his person. Emphasis on his.

The sinful sounds of skin slapping against each other and the moans, whimpers and cries from Y/N were filling the once quiet bedroom. Their neighbors hated them enough, Spencer could already hear the complaints from the woman next door. She’d already made several noise complaints in the past, which Y/N would joke with Spencer that it was because she hadn’t been touched in a good thirty years. What a life that would be.

Spencer kept up his steady, relentless thrusts. His goal was always to have Y/N cum first, mainly because the mere sight of her creaming around his cock was enough to make him explode. “Sp-Sp.. I-I… C-Cu-“ That was all he got out of her before he knew exactly what she was trying to convey judging by the way her cunt squeeze tightly around him, a cry leaving her lips as she was doing hitting her orgasm, her back arching off the mattress as her nails were digging into her wrists.

“Fuck!” She cried, Spencer giving a few more sloppy thrusts before long ropes of his sticky cum were beautifully decorating her inner walls, his thrusts fucking it deeper into her while he was slowly coming down from his own high.

Y/N was in full orgasmic bliss, her face flushed, her eyes glossed over, her once neatly done makeup running down her face as well as her face being all over the place. She was fully fucked out, making Spencer lean down and press a few loving kisses against her lips before he was pulling out and pushing himself to stand.

He disappeared off to the bathroom for a few moments, getting a warm bath ready for his girlfriend before heading back to the bedroom, a soft hum leaving his lips as he was carefully picking up his tired, fucked out partner.

“There we go. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He breathed, the woman letting her arms loosely wrap around his shoulders. She was still in the stage where she was crashing down from her high, so he was placing her gently in the warm tub before grabbing a washcloth.

As he was washing his girlfriend, he was looking up at her face once he could see the content smile on her face. “Hi,” He whispered, the two sharing a little giggle amongst each other. “Hi.” Y/N responded, leaning over to press a kiss against her boyfriend’s cheek.

“I hope you know, I might be flirting with more people more often if this is the outcome.” She joked, making Spencer laugh.

“Like hell you are.”

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absolutewhore101 · 8 months

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Gorgeous

A/N: my first CM fic! obviously had to make it about my favorite boy <3. based on Gorgeous by Miss Swift herself.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x f!Reader

Summary: Spencer's just so... gorgeous

Warnings: alcohol consumption, taylor swift references

Word Count: 1.0K

Minors DNI

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Another day, another case finished.

The last case had weighed heavily on all of you - children being involved didn’t make it easy for anyone.

The flight back to Virginia was silent, everyone trying to process the events that had transpired over the last week. It was Emily who finally broke the silence.

“I don’t know about you guys, but I need a stiff drink after that case. Anyone willing to join me?”

Derek was the first to agree, followed quickly by Penelope who (unfortunately for her) had to join the rest of you in the field, and soon enough, everyone was buzzing at the thought of getting drunk enough to forget everything.

You turned to Spencer who was sitting next to you, asking him quietly if he could give you a ride home later. Spencer never drank all that much when going out with the team, so he’d become your personal designated driver, and he was thrilled about it.

“Of course.” He responded, just barely above a whisper. “Gotta make sure you get home safe, can’t be down our most valuable team member.” He threw the last part in to offset the true intention of his words - that he would do anything to keep you safe, not because you were on the team, but because you were you.

Your mind started reeling with the thought of being alone with Spencer, just like it did every single time. You smiled at him before returning to your book.

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“Woah!” Spencer said, watching you throw back another drink. “I know you’re not driving, but maybe you should slow down a little.”

“Oh, Spence,” you started, “I just love how smart you are.” You slurred as you fell into him. “My name’s Doctor Spencer Reid and I can tell you anything about everything.” You mimicked.

Spencer smiled, too flattered to find it offensive.

“Did you know it only takes 6 minutes for your brain to start reacting to alcohol?” He asked you.

He watched as you thought about it, before ultimately declaring, “I don’t believe you.”

He laughed, “you don’t believe me?”

“Nope,” you said, pushing away from him, “not a single word.” Spencer smiled, watching as you stumbled over to the girls. He could tell from the look on your face and the reactions from your audience that you were making fun of his fun fact. Still, he couldn’t find it in himself to be upset about it.

The rest of the night went by in a blur, for the most part. The only thing you really remembered was Spencer putting you to bed and promising to wake you up when breakfast was ready.

True to his word, you emerged from your bedroom to the smell of pancakes and bacon, and it almost cured the headache you couldn’t ignore.

Almost.

“There’s some aspirin on the counter with some water,” he gestured, “I figured you’d probably need it.”

You smiled at him and walked over to where he pointed, your eyes never once leaving his frame. He was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt that hung off his lanky frame. His hair was all sorts of messy, and he had to keep pushing it back off of his forehead.

You couldn’t help yourself as you gravitated towards him, all but leaning into him as you stood in front of the stove.

“You okay?” He asked. “Do you want to go back to bed? You look like you're about to take me down.”

You laughed at his comment.

Maybe he should think about the consequence of his magnetic field being just a little too strong.

“I’m okay.” You responded, playfully cheering as he flipped a pancake. Breakfast was had in silence, and eventually the two of you were making your way over to Rossi’s for “team bonding,” as Penelope had called it.

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As soon as you walked through the door you were being swept away by the girls, following them outside to the patio.

“Did he spend the night?” Emily asked.

“What happened?!” JJ all but yelled.

“Ladies, she was drunk. So if Dr. Reid tried anything…” Penelope threatened.

“Don’t worry, Pen, nothing happened. He put me to bed and then made me breakfast, that’s it.”

Emily and JJ looked at each other as Penelope started to giggle.

“Did you talk to him?” JJ asked.

You gave her a confused look.

“He was in my apartment, of course I talked to him.”

Emily hummed. “Did you have an actual conversation or did you say about 2 whole words?”

You glanced down as you started fidgeting with your hands.

“2 whole words.” You mumbled, causing the three of them to break into a fit of laughter.

“Stop!” You playfully yelled at them. “How am I supposed to say anything to his face? I mean, have you SEEN his face?!”

Spencer, who had inadvertently listened to the whole conversation, immediately flushed a deep red, much to Morgan’s amusement.

“I told you she liked you, wonder boy.” He teased, ruffling Spencer’s hair as he walked away.

“God, I never would’ve guessed that your type was nerds.” Emily commented.

“Don’t say it like it’s a bad thing!” You retorted.

“I mean, the way you were mimicking him last night made it seem like you thought he was pretty… lame.”

“What? No! I think he’s so cool! It actually makes me hate him… just a little bit.”

The girls laughed, but the conversation quickly ended as the boys started to make their way outside. Spencer quickly found a seat next to you, sitting close enough that you could feel his body heat seeping through your shirt.

Oh. My. God.

“Now, what were you girls up to out here?” Rossi asked. He didn’t get an answer, only a chorus of giggles from the four of you.

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Spencer hadn’t been home for an hour when his doorbell rang. He made his way over, hoping to open it to find you standing on the other side, but he only found a vase of flowers on his doorstep.

Confused, he picked them up and brought them inside, trying to find the note card.

“Carnations,” he mumbled, setting the vase on his counter.

Did you know that carnations symbolize love and fascination? Of course you did… Anyways, Spence, I just wanted to let you know that you’re ruining my life-

“Wait, what?” He panicked.

-by not being mine. Movies this weekend? -Your One and Only

P.S. you should take it as a compliment that I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk.

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beababoobies · 3 months

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Hello!

Saw you were doing hazbin hotel request, and I can't stand that I have not found much angst on these two, and I mean angst about Sir Pentious being in heaven while Cherri is in hell.

So could you do like one where both of them just miss one another, like Cherri saluting his photo in the hotel lobby daily while Sir Pentious is just thinking about her.

Just putting this out here-

Just as I go “alright, I have reqs but imma go to bed” I see this and go 👀 because lord KNOWS I love writing angst. Yurp, I gotcha. Love Cherrisnake and it’s going to make me SOB but 🙏 yeah. This is much much shorter than I usually write but I hope you still enjoy!!

But I Can’t Help (Falling in love with you)

words : 0.6k, cherrisnake my beloved, here’s some tissues 🧻 for your tears I suppose

Ever since Pentious was murdered by Adam in the fight, Cherri had been hanging around the hotel. She kept insisting it was just to ‘be friendly’ or even ‘angel’s here.’ But after weeks of staying, even having her own room, and competing in the daily rehabilitation excersizes, it was obvious to everyone that wasn’t the case. But they couldn’t tell her that.

Not after Charlie had seen here kneeling in front of the painting of Sir Pentious one night, crying quietly, holding herself in her arms as she looked into his eyes, wishing she had just said fuck it and gone with him. Wishing she had been smarter, admitted that she liked him. But she was stubborn, and refused to let herself fall in love with anyone. So the only thing she can keep of his is the scorching kiss he left against her lips.

And the hotel. Every time she passed his portrait, she would salute to it. The only thing that hadn’t been destroyed in the rubble - his welcome banner - was hung up in her room. Dusty and burnt as it was, she wouldn’t take it down. And Angel was the person who knew all of this. Angel was the one who let her cry for hours about how she should’ve used her brain instead of blocking herself off.

Just like Emily, the kinder of the sarahfim, Pentious had learned, would listen to his rants about how lovely she was. How he knew she would be next up here. He would go on about their past battles, how she was such a strong opponent who always left him guessing her next move. Emily had pretty quickly caught on that it was always bombs, but wouldn’t ruin the fun for him.

He would think of her before he went to sleep, replaying the last kiss before he was redeemed over and over in his head. The way her lips were against his. The way she tasted just like he’d imagined, the taste of sweet cherries engrained in his memory. The way his hands held her waist so softly as he dipper her. The blush on her cheeks as he pulled away.

He thought every night about what he’d do once she got up here too - maybe he’d finally have the courage to ask her out. Maybe she would be distant like she always was and reject him. But the way she’d kissed him back without hesitation brushed those thoughts out of the way. He dreamed about her, dreams from them under the stars to how beautiful and angelic she’d look with the gold accents of devine ordainment. He bets she wouldn’t even lose that beautiful snappiness in her voice.

Just like Cherri knows he would probably still be too anxious to ask her out if he’d survived. Just like she knows she would’ve done it herself after that, running up and into his arms right after the battle. She hated falling in love, she really did - but she couldn’t help but stare at his portrait for hours through the corner of her eye as Charlie explained rehabilitation in the center room. She couldn’t help but deliver flowers to the grave she’d made for him outside the hotel, every day. Without fail, for the past months he’d been gone.

She cursed herself for starting to forget his voice - she cursed herself for forgetting how his lips felt against hers, forgetting the way his chest felt pressed up against his, the coffee in his spit that she could taste. She cursed herself for forgetting.

And Pentious lived every day knowing he could never forget.

#hazbin #hazbin hotel #hazbin angel dust #sir pentious #hazbin sir pentious #hazbin cherri bomb #cherrisnake #cherri bomb #hellaverse #sir pentious x cherri bomb #cherri bomb x sir pentious #i love them so much #ANGSTY AS FUCK!!

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maxiskindahere · 2 months

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Did you know? | Emily x F!Reader

this is one of my first few fic back to tumblr so i sincerely apologise if it is ass xx

Prompt: Emily introduces Y/N to Charlie & Vaggie during the twos visit to the heaven, Y/N attends the trail, blah blah emily is displeased

“Y/N!” The girl jumps as she hears the voice from behind her “Holy-“ She yelps out, before realising it’s Emily and letting out a soft sigh and she turns to face the girl, taking note of Sera & the two others following after her

“Sera, Emily” The girl bows, a sly smile on her face as Sera waves her off “No need to put on a show, this is Charlotte, Lucifers daughter.. and her plus one.” Sera states, introducing the girl to the two “Oh- wow” Y/N replies, her eyes wide

“Does uh.. Adam know?” She hesitantly asks, glancing between Sera and Emily. Y/N was unlucky enough to be close with Adam and Lute, she knew all about the exterminations and all about how Emily was not allowed to know.

“Adam is aware, but on that note.. I have something to speak to him about. Take care of Emily for me” Sera says softly, before disappearing with a glow leaving the three alone

“It’s actually Charlie” Lucifers daughter says shortly after Sera left, Y/N waves her off “Y/N, if you haven’t gathered” She says with a laugh as Emily takes her hand into hers “Is this your guard or..?” She trails off, looking the other demon up and down

“Vaggie? No, but she does help protect the hotel from danger” Charlie corrects the girl, wrapping an arm around Vaggies waist “Interesting, kinda like what I do then” The h/c girl hums, grinning at Emily

“Vaggie is Charlie’s girlfriend” Emily adds on, her eyes shining brightly. Y/N gapes at the girl “I knew it. All the cool gay girls went to hell…” She exclaims dramatically, wincing as Emily slaps her lightly

“You are literally my girlfriend.” Emily points out, resulting in the demon duo in front of them to let out a short gasp “And Sera is cool with that?” Vaggie asks suspiciously, looking the two up and down

“No, she’s super homophobic.” Y/N deadpans before laughing “Nah she’s chill with it, everyone is!” She says happily, wrapping a wing around Emily “Why? Is there people not cool with you guys down there?” She questions, a pang of hurt soaring through her as she thinks of how it must hurt to not be accepted

“No! No! everyone’s cool with it, there’s a lot of us down there..” Charlie explains awkwardly, keeping a smile on her face “Yeah I suppose that’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” Y/N asks, smiling at the princess

“Yeah! I have this hotel to rehabilitate sinners to help prevent e-“ Y/N quickly cuts off the girl, “Emily! Uh, would you be able to go grab us some ice cream? There’s this.. surprise! I have planned and I want to get some other input from it” Y/N swiftly lies, despite how bad she felt she knew Emily is better off not knowing.

The Seraphim smiles brightly at her “Of course! I’ll get your favourite, I’ll get surprises for those two!” She says excitedly, and as soon as she’s out of earshot Y/N turns to the two demons “Look, can you keep extermination talk to the absolute minimum, in fact say nothing about it at all.” She hisses out in a whisper, flinching at the disappointed look on Charlie’s face

“I’m not okay with it, I think it’s wrong but that’s Sera’s job to deal with. Not Emily’s, I won’t have you trying to manipulate her with a sob story to keep her on your side.” Y/N states with a tone of finality in her voice before straightening herself with a smile

“I do hope Sera listens to you, despite whom I will be with during the trial.” She explains softly, trying to make it obvious how against the exterminations she is “Wait, don’t tell me..” Charlie groans out “Let me guess, Adam?”

Before she can answer, another voice does for her “Sup little Lute” Y/N rolls her eyes as she turns to face Adam & Lute, who was glaring daggers at Vaggie “Hello Adam” she replies, keeping an eye out for Emily “Just wondering why you’re with these bummers, when you could be with us” He says cockily, jerking his finger at the two hellborns

“If you must know, Emily brought them around. Speaking of, watch what you say in front of her.” Y/N hisses out, glaring at Adam who raises his hands in faux defense “No need to be so hostile, babes!” Lute sighs stepping forward “Ignore him, you are aware you will be with us during this court session rather than Emily, correct?”

Y/N sighs, nodding her head “Yes ma’am, i’m well aware how much you hate my happiness” She says rolling her eyes as Lute glares at her, no true heat behind them “Just making sure, don’t spend too much time with these filth” She hisses out before she and Adam take their overly dramatic leave

Before much more can be said, Emily arrives back with their ice creams and handing them out “What did they want?” She asks Y/N who pauses before answering “Lute just wanted to give me pointers on training, nothing for you to worry about my dove” She swiftly lies, placing a kiss to Emily’s free hand

“So we’re just lying now.” Vaggie mutters under her breath, anger clear in her voice “Anyways! I never got to tell you about my hotel!” Charlie quickly butts in, her voice frantic as she waves her hands around

“Oh yeah, tell me about it”

Y/N watches as Emily paces nervously in their shared room, she was nervous. Anyone could tell. “You want to talk about what’s wrong?” Y/N offers, patting the seat beside her as Emily swiftly moves to sit beside her lover

“I just can’t help but think that this trial is so much more than just about the hotel.” She mutters, fiddling with her fingers “Sera’s been hiding things from me recently, I don’t like it.” She adds on, looking at Y/N with doelike eyes

“I’m sure whatever she isn’t telling you.. isn’t important” Y/N says awkwardly, brushing the hair out of Emily’s face “It’ll be okay. I won’t be with you, but I’ll be within arms reach so if you need anything.. I’m sure they’ll understand if you fly down to me” the girl says reassuringly to the older girl who smiles at her

“You’re the best, you know that right?”

—

The trial went horribly. Adam had just revealed the exterminations to not only Emily but the entire council, in a surprisingly short musical number.

Which leads Y/N to now, sat alone in her shared room with Emily as the girl discusses the exterminations with Sera. She wasn’t sure if Emily knew about her knowing, but considering how close she is with Adam and Lute, it wouldn’t be hard to piece together.

“Did you know?” Emily’s voice appears out of nowhere, it looked as if she had been crying, and Y/N didn’t have the heart to keep lying to her.

“I did” She says quietly, wrapping her wings around her body “I’ve known for a while” She confesses, looking down to avoid looking Emily in the eyes “You knew they were killing innocent human souls, and you didn’t tell me?” The heart break on Emily’s voice was undeniable. She was rightfully upset with Y/N.

“Seraphim’s mate for life, the first thing I told you about me is that I value honesty. Yet for however long, you’ve been lying to me.” Emily states, the heartbreak being replaced by anger “I wasn’t allowed to, I didn’t want to be the reason you fell.” Y/N admits, tears welling in her eyes as she finally looks up to look at Emily

“You were so happy when you found out that you could show sinners around, how could I tell you that the only reason they came is because my friends were murdering their people?” Y/N chokes out, tightening her wings around her as Emily stands tall

“By being honest, by not allowing them to hurt those souls!” Emily exclaims, throwing her arms out in anger “It’s my job to protect you, Emily! Sera said keeping this from you was exactly that.” Y/N tearfully exclaims, standing up from the bed

“You would have been devastated if I were to tell you as soon as I found out, you would have fallen like Lucifer.” Y/N continues to rant as tears flow down her face “And it would have been my fault! Not Adam’s, not Lutes, mine!” The girl finishes defeatedly, wiping her tears away

“I should have told you, and I’m sorry I didn’t but I’m not sorry for doing what I thought was best for you.” Y/N concludes, breathing heavily as Emily lets out a sigh “You don’t need to protect me from everything, Y/N” She says softly, stepping closer to her partner before taking her hand in hers

“I’m sorry” Is all Y/N says before she’s pulled into a tight hug from Emily “You are such an idiot, but I understand.” The girl mutters as Y/N wraps her arms around the taller girl, desperate to just feel her.

“I don’t deserve you” She mumbles into the seraphim’s neck, tightening her arms around Emily who shakes her head softly

“No, you deserve the world.”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel oneshots #emily x reader #emily hazbin hotel #if you look close enough there’s adam x lute

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hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds · 5 months

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Hi! Hope your doing well!

I wanted to know if I could do a request with David Rossi? He has a daughter who has a higher IQ than Reid (it’s like 190 or 200?) has following in her father‘s footsteps and is high up in the FBI like higher than Strauss and he calls her down for a favor because Strauss is bothering Aaron and the team so she’s cracks down on Strauss and stuff?

David Rossi X Daughter Reader

Request: I wanted to know if I could do a request with David Rossi? He has a daughter who has a higher IQ than Reid (it’s like 190 or 200?) has following in her father‘s footsteps and is high up in the FBI like higher than Strauss and he calls her down for a favor because Strauss is bothering Aaron and the team so she’s cracks down on Strauss and stuff?

Third person pov...

Y/N Rossi was in her office in Quantico, she was in thr FBI, she had worked hard and was in a high position within it, Only being 18 she was making a good life of herself with an IQ of 200, it was a normal day she was in her office going over some files when she gets a call.

Wondering who was calling her she picks up. "Agent Rossi speaking" she answers, for work she uses 'Agent' as its easier. "Well hello Agent, this is your padre talking" come her Dad voice, this makes the adult laugh.

"papà non si era accorto che eri tu (1) "she laughs, the man chuckles lightly, she puts down her pen and spins around in her chair.

She looks out the window, her office being on one of the highest floors, a couple below the leader of the FBI. "allora perché chiami, c'è qualcosa che non va? (2) " she asks getting straight into business.

The man sighs wearly before answering

"It's Erin figlia (3) she going after Aaron and the tea. Again, can you do anything?" He askes, the man has just lost his wife a couple months ago.

Struass is pushing the man to leave the BAU, Y/N sighs once again Struass, the woman never knows when to shut up. "I'll see what I can do Papà (4) see you soom" she says, Rossi sighs he sounds less stressed out.

"Thank you piccolo" he says, Y/N sighs ans rubs her forehead looks like she's going to take a trip down to the BAUs floor tomorrow.

The next morning...

Strauss was taking over the case once again, the team gathered around the table, all with sullen looks as Struass looked around.

They were missing one person. "Has Agent Rossi not arrive yet?" She asks the silent room, even the evert rambling Spencer Reid didn't feel like talking to her.

Growing annoyed she goes to talk when a commotion starts in the bullpen, hearing it the team and Strauss stand up and walk out of the room, they are shocked to see Rossi standing with Agent Y/N F/N, one of the only Agents with ties to the chief of the Bureau.

"What is the meaning of this!" Exclaims Strauss, this made Y/N look at the woman, a glare on her young face. He the looks at her Dad. "I guess that's Struass" he says, the man nods his head.

Y/N cracks her knuckles. "You know Struass if you paid more attention to ypur family than this family then maybe you wouldn't be hated as much" she says, this earns her gasps of shock from around the bullpen.

Struass opens her mouth to retort but the H/C girl is quick with more. "You better leave this team alone unless you want a certain fact of yours to come into conversation" Y/Ns ruthless.

Eventually Struass has enough andeaves the bullpen fuming with anger, Y/N smirks at the woman, She gets a smile of thanks from her Dad.

After everyone calms down Y/N gets to meet her Dad team. She looks at Hotch and waves. "Hello Uncle Aaron" she smiles.

The others stare at their boss in shock. "You know her!" Exclaims Derek and Emily, Hotch just gives them a look. "Of course he knows me !" Smiles Y/N.

Rossi soon saves the team from confusion, as he wraps an arm around his daughter pulling her in for a hug and kisses her forehead. "lavoro assolutamente meraviglioso, piccola, hai bruciato quella strega (5) "He says in Italian.

"What how do you know her!" Yells Penelope, the team stare at the two, wondering how close they were, looking at her Dad Y/N laughs.

"You haven't told them about me" she accuses making the old man blushes embarrassed.

Pulling away her him Y/N straightens her suit of before talking, she looks around at the team smiling. "Nice to meet you all I'm Y/N Rossi, F/N is my Mothers last name, I use it so Papà and I are safe from people who wish to kill me or hurt him to get to me." She explains.

Everyone takes the nes well and welcomes Y/N into the family, they all thank her for what she did, Derek and Emily loving how she black mailed Struass into finally leaving them alone.

"It was no problem, Papà called about the old witch, of course I had to help him out"she says, Reid was surprised to meet someone who had a higher IQ than him but was happy when she actually listened to his ramblings about anything and could actually keep up with him.

As the day was coming to an end the team had gone home, apart from two,

Y/N and her Dad, the woman was waiting for him to finish up, once he was done the two walk to bus car.

"Thank you again piccolo, we couldn't of done it without you" he confessed. Y/n hugged the man, "it was nothing Papà, you can pay me back by cooking your famous pasta for dinner" she bargained.

This man the man laugh, of course as always she speaks with her stomache. "Pasta it is piccolo!" He announces making the girl laugh.

The end!

Italian translation

(1)

papà non si era accorto che eri tu - Dad didn't realize it was you

(2)

allora perché chiami, c'è qualcosa che non va? - so why are you calling, is there something wrong?

(3)

figlia - Daughter

(4)

Papà -Dad

(5)

lavoro assolutamente meraviglioso, piccola, hai bruciato quella strega -

Absolutely wonderful job, baby, you burned that witch

Hope you liked this oneshot! Sorry for the spelling and grammar mistakes.

Request are open!

Word count : 1040

#criminal minds #fanfic #behavioural analysis unit #x child reader #fluff and comfort #oneshot #x daughter!reader #x teen!reader #father daughter fluff #daughter reader #david rossi x daughter reader #david rossi #erin strauss #x italian reader

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writtenbymisunderstoodnerds · 6 months

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Best day of my life (USWNT x ADHD reader)

Song: The one my heart beats for by Greg Steinfeld

This took longer than I expected and I got a bit carried away, but it's finally done!

I love this series, but I think it might be coming to an end. I'm open to doing one more part if you guys might want one, let me know and feel free to send me some ideas!

Warnings: Panic attack, self doubt

Part One, Two, Three, Four

Words: 7.3k

"What's got you so excited today?" Tierna asked sitting down next to me on the field. While I had tried to tone it down a bit, I was very hyperactive today. My hyperactivity was always worse when I was excited, there was pretty much nothing that could be done to stop it. Ally had to go back home for a month for work. We hadn't been apart for that long since her promotion so I was suffering. She was coming back today so it was safe to say I was extremely excited.

"Take a guess."

"Something to do with your better half I'd say. Is she coming back today?"

I did a little wiggle before flopping back onto the grass, "Yup. A month is way too long to not be with her. Oh! It's also her birthday in a few days! I love her birthday because it's the one day I get to go all out spoiling her and she can't complain about it."

"You two are adorable, I love how excited you get to see her. We should do a team dinner to celebrate Ally's birthday. Is the wedding planning all done?"

"You guys would really want to celebrate her birthday? Um also mostly, we just need to sort out wedding rings and honeymoon."

Tierna looked at me like I had just said the craziest thing ever, "You're marrying her, we see her almost as much as you and she is amazing. Y/n, Ally is family now, of course we want to celebrate her. What rings are you going to get?"

The problem was, I had no idea what my ring was going to be. I had been scouring the internet and countless jewelers for anything that might work, but I was drawing a blank. Rings were a sensory nightmare for me, I could wear them for a short time before they started driving me crazy. Ally had gotten me a few rings over the years, mostly fidget rings. She knew I liked them and wanted to try adjusting even though I always ended up wearing them on a chain. It was my wedding ring though, I wanted to be able to wear it normally, to show off that I was married.

"I don't know. I think Ally is going to use her engagement ring since she loves it so much. I really struggle with wearing rings so we were talking about getting me a fidget ring though a fancier one to fit as a wedding ring. That way I can play with it and hopefully it'll help me get used to it. Ally wouldn't care if I wore it on a chain, but I want to wear it like normal people do, I want to show off I'm married T."

"Hey, don't go comparing yourself to others okay? I think a fidget ring is a great idea and it's awesome you're trying to adjust even if it makes you uncomfortable. Just be patient with yourself and if all else fails, just get it tattooed."

"That's not a silly idea. Thanks T."

---

"Hey Y/n, wher-"

"Don't have time," I yelled running away from Emily. Ally had messaged saying she was downstairs. I was very excited to see her, but I also wasn't going to let her carry her bags up herself. Whenever we went anywhere, I carried her bags. Ally had messaged me when she was already in the lobby, so I was in a rush to beat her before she could come up.

Before Ally had the chance to turn around I wrapped my arms around her waist and spun her around. She squealed, well at least the person I was currently spinning around squealed. As soon as I heard it, I realised it wasn't Ally. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I thought you were someone else."

The women laughed, before turning around to reveal Ally's younger sister. When you see her face on, they look nothing alike, but behind they look very similar, "Hi Y/n."

"Dani? What are you doing here? Where's Ally? I'm very confused."

"Ally's over there getting her key. I'm in town for a work conference so figured I'd come see Ally for her birthday." By this point, the coaches just automatically roomed me alone, but put down for two so Ally could stay with me. There had been a bit of push back when Ally first started traveling with me, though it was quickly realised that I played better when sharing a room with Ally.

After giving Dani a proper hug, I pulled away to go find Ally. There was no way I was going to repeat what just happened so instead I tapped Ally on the shoulder once she was clearly identified. "A warning would have been nice y'know, I just picked up and spun around your sister. Like I'm not complaining, I love your sister, but I love you more."

"I know, I saw and it was hilarious." I pouted. Ally giggled, pulling me into a hug and subtly kissing my neck. We didn't go out of our way to hide our relationship, but we were more careful in public. Things were easier without the public interfering, I also didn't want Ally to have to deal with the meanness of some of the fans. "I'm sorry my love. It was a last minute plan."

I pretended to think about it for a second before smirking, "Hmm I'll forgive you later when we're alone."

Ally blushed, but pulled me over to Dani without a word. I could only guess what was going through her mind. Dani had become like a sister to me pretty much as soon as we had met. So despite my initial embarrassment, I was actually really excited to see her. She was only a few months younger than me and much to Ally's dismay, she did match my energy most of the time. Ally loved that we got along, but it meant she had to deal with two crazy people.

It was too early for dinner yet so Ally, Dani and I hung around in our room for a while catching up and talking about wedding stuff. Dani made me sit through the torture of looking at her possible dress choices. Ally loved it, but I would rather be doing anything else. Dani literally sat on me though, so there was no other option.

Ally was taking too long to get ready so Dani and I decided to wait for her in the lobby. I had spent too much time sitting down and was feeling restless so I ran down the stairs while Dani walked behind me, complaining she wasn't an athlete and to slow down. I just flipped her off and ran faster, knowing full well that if Ally or Ali found out I would be in trouble.

Dani had decided to chase me after flipping her off. Some of the team were hanging around the lobby so I made a beeline to Ali and hid behind her, though Dani hadn't given up. I managed a few laps around Ali before she grabbed my shirt, allowing Dani to catch me. The team watched on as Dani tickled me, while I tried to fight her off. It wasn't an easy task given the full blown fits of laughter, but I managed to get her into a headlock.

Eventually, Dani pulled out of my grip, doubling over in laughter while attempting to catch her breath. I followed suit, not realising how many eyes were currently on us. "Uh hey Y/n and mystery women who's not your fiancé."

My head shot up as I realised how strange this probably looked to them. "Right, this is Dani. Dani the team."

"Hello team."

"Where's Ally?" Ali asked, still looking very confused.

"She was taking too long to get ready as always so we left without her. We're always waiting on her, such a slowpoke." Dani answered, getting raised eye brows in response. A few of the team looked like they wanted to say something, but held back. It was then I realised I hadn't actually told them who Dani was.

"Dani is Ally's sister by the way. She's in town for work so we thought we'd go out for an early birthday dinner for Ally."

"Ohh that makes more sense. Nice to meet you Dani."

Ally caught my eye, looking stunning as always. I was really looking forward to having time alone with her. Not necessarily for inappropriate reasons, but to cuddle with her, the lazy make out sessions before we fell asleep or when we woke up and just being close to her. Dani flicked my ear, running out of my reach. Ali dodged me as I ran around her, moving to the safety of where Ally was standing, "Are they always like that?"

"Unfortunately. Dani matches Y/n's energy pretty much constantly so it's like having a hyperactive Y/n, times like 10 because they feed off each other. Dani is like the sister Y/n never had. They're happy, so I'm happy even though it's exhausting sometimes. I'll give them a few minutes to tire themselves out before stopping them, hopefully they'll sit through dinner."

"Good luck. The team and I were thinking we could go out for dinner to celebrate your birthday. Either on the day or a day around it. What do you think?"

"I would love that." Ally's smile caught my eye, distracting me from where I was going and making me run into Kristie. She stopped me from falling, but all my attention was still on Ally. It was one of her genuinely happy smiles, something that people wouldn't be able to tell apart from her regular smiles. This smile was more lopsided and toothy, the corner of her eyes crinkling just a bit more. Besides her love filled smile it was my favourite smile. Kristie and Dani followed my eye line when I didn't say anything for a while, "What are you looking at?"

"She's looking at Ally of course. She's in looooove."

"More than I ever thought possible," I mumbled, moving over to stand next to Ally. "I love you."

---

We had finished dinner a little while ago and had been walking around, but we all had to be up early so we dropped Dani at her hotel before starting the short walk back to ours. There weren't that many people around so my arm wrapped around Ally's shoulder, pulling her against me as we walked. "I love everyone and everything, but I'm really glad we're alone now. I missed you."

Ally kissed the spot under my ear, "I missed you too Y/n/n. Thankfully, I don't think I'll need to spend that much time away for a while."

"Good. Mmm I can't wait to cuddle."

"I believe you hinted at something earlier."

"Oh yeah, you giving me a massage to make up for not telling me about Dani."

Ally groaned, pushing me away, "You're such a tease."

I laughed, pulling Ally back into me, peppering her face with kisses, "I'm sorry."

"Nah," She pouted, walking away and into the hotel. I went to chase after her, but a group of fans outside the hotel called out to me. Interacting with fans was one of my favourite things to do so of course I went over. I knew she wasn't seriously mad or anything so it made me feel less bad about going over to them. Also, she was waiting just inside giving me reassuring smiles. Ten minutes and dozens of photos later, I made my way back into the hotel, following Ally into the elevator.

My arms wrapped around her waist from behind, leaving light kisses across her neck. Sometimes, I felt bad that Ally had to deal with me being well known to the public. She never complained about it, instead keeping her distance and allowing me to interact as I wanted to. The guilt was hitting pretty hard right now though.

Once we were back in the room, Ally cupped my cheek, pulling me in for a slow, lingering kiss, "What's wrong?"

I shrugged, not meeting her eyes, "Nothing."

"Liar. You haven't said a word since you came inside, you got all soft and touchy suddenly so talk to me."

"You're the best you know that? It can't be easy dating someone who's in the public eye all the time."

"You're feeling guilty again aren't you?" I just nodded, sitting on the edge of the bed. Ally straddled my legs, letting my head fall against her shoulder. "Y/n, I knew before we started dating that you were in the public eye and that once you got called up, it would only get worse. Maybe it's not always easy, but if I couldn't handle it, then I wouldn't have pursued you, let alone agreed to spend the rest of my life with you. You're respectful about it, you know the time and place to leave me to interact with them. Please don't feel guilty Y/n/n. Now, I know it's getting late, but I've really really missed you so what do you say we get reacquainted."

Once we were thoroughly reacquainted and cuddled up in bed for the night, I completed my nightly routine of scrolling the internet for my wedding ring. This time though I think I found the one. It was a simple black titanium fidget ring, engraved with shooting stars. They were subtle as they were black and flush with the surface. Ally absolutely loved stars so it would be a little reminder of her when we were apart. Another perk was there was the option to have the band width smaller which would be perfect.

I quickly rolled over toward Ally, making her look at me confused. "Baby I think I finally found my ring."

"Ooo show me." Ally grinned after seeing the photo, kissing my temple, "I love it. Stars because of me right?"

"You know me too well. A part of you for when you're not around."

"You're such a sap."

I cuddled against her side, leaning up to connect our lips, "Only for you Ally."

"Better be. Now we've got everything else sorted, we need to plan our honeymoon."

"Honestly, I don't even know where to start. There are so many options."

"Well, you've always talked about wanting to go back to New Zealand to explore the south island. Maybe we could do that? It'll be winter, but it'll be ski season."

"Wait really? That sounds amazing. It kinda fits, skiing was our first trip as a couple and it'll be our first trip as a married couple. I'll look into game schedules so we can book it."

---

Something anyone could tell you was that I was not in the slightest a morning person. I hated waking up early and would do everything to avoid it. That being said, there were three days in a year that I naturally woke up early for. They were Ally's birthday, our anniversary and since meeting Ally, Christmas. This morning I was awake at 7:30am because it was Ally's 27th birthday. It was too early to wake her up so I spent almost an hour enjoying cuddles before getting restless and sneaking out of bed to find breakfast for us.

I peppered Ally's face with kisses. She groaned, shoving her face further against my chest, "Baby wake up it's your birthday!"

"Why does my birthday have to be one of the three days a year you turn into a morning person?" Ally groaned.

"Because I get to spoil you and you can't complain. Now I got you breakfast. I couldn't make it this year, but I found a cafe close by that had all your favourites so you gotta wake up."

Ally protested, but sat up anyway, taking the coffee with a sleepy smile. We ate breakfast in comfortable quite, some random show playing in the background. I just wanted to give her the presents I got, but I wanted her to enjoy her breakfast while it was warm so I waited impatiently. As soon as Ally finished eating, I pecked her lips before practically running to the cupboard where I had hidden them.

"Y/n, why did you get me so much? You know you don't have to."

"I don't have to, I want to so deal with it. Besides, it's only three things. You are an amazing, incredible women who deserves to be spoilt. I love you so much. Happy birthday my love."

"Thank you Y/n/n. I do appreciate it even though I don't like you buying me heaps of stuff. I love you."

"I know, now open them!"

In all honesty, I wanted to buy Ally much more than I actually did, but I knew she would feel really bad and not enjoy them as much. Instead I stuck with matching silver initial necklaces with a heart pendant, a star map of the night I proposed and a custom engraved keychain with a photo of me standing behind Ally, arms wrapped around her as she looked back at me with a huge grin. It was her favourite photo of us. These were all things that she had talked about wanting. Ally grinned, launching herself into my arms giggling. "You remembered. Thank you, I love them."

"You wanna know a secret?" Ally nodded quickly, "You know my memories shit so whenever you point something out that you want or talk about, I write it down in my phone notes so I remember."

"Really? You're so sweet Y/n/n. Put this on for me?"

I secured the necklace around her neck, leaving kisses across her neck and jaw before leaving a lingering kiss against her lips. "I have a whole day planned for you. Don't even ask because it's all a surprise."

We spent a while making out before moving to the shower and finally leaving the hotel. Ally went for a spa and massage session, while I went to get stuff required for a picnic lunch at the gardens. It was a little bit chilly, but Ally loved picnics so it was still perfect. We just used it as an excuse to cuddle the whole time. After the picnic, we walked around for a little bit before going to a board game cafe. They had a heap of board games you could play while you were there. While board games may not have been my thing, they were definitely Ally's and her birthday was all about things that she liked doing. That night, I took Ally to a restaurant where the team were waiting to surprise her. Of course we finished the night cuddled up in bed watching all of Ally's favourite movies.

---

I felt multiple intense and overwhelming feelings as I read the text from an unknown number.

Unknown: Hi Y/n, it's mum and dad. We're sorry it's been a while, but we've been thinking about you recently and wanted to check in, see how you're doing?

Unknown: We also heard you were getting married and wanted to say congratulations. We're sure he's lovely and can't wait to meet him. Maybe we can sort out a time before your wedding?

Anger, disgust, sadness, fear and many more emotions swirled around my head as all I could do was stare at the message. I didn't know how they had gotten my number, how they knew I was getting married or why they suddenly felt the need to reach out after years of no contact. There was nothing on my public social media about it and the only family I still talked to were a few cousins that had nothing to do with my parents. It was safe to say I was confused as hell and slightly scared at how they were getting information on me. They also knew I was gay, yet they still refused to acknowledge it, instead deciding to misgender my fiancé.

I didn't know what to do, I didn't know how to process it. The familiar tightness in my chest returned as my breath caught in my throat. The tightness that I hadn't felt in so long. It felt like I was drowning, no matter how hard I tried I couldn't catch my breath. My phone fell to the floor, catching the attention of some of the girls. They were saying stuff that I couldn't comprehend as a hand landed on my shoulder. I knew they were trying to help, but it just sent more panic through me as I shrugged it off and stumbled back.

Arms wrapped tightly around me from behind, calming me down enough to realise it was Ali. I wanted my Ally, but Ali was helping enough to breath a little easier despite still panicking.

"You're okay, I've got you Y/n. Ally is coming, but I need you to take some deep breaths for me. Just follow my breathing."

The more I focused on mine and her breathing, the easier it became. I found myself relaxing against Ali. The tightness in my chest slowly disappearing. A few minutes later, hands cupped my face, familiar lips leaving soft kisses across my face before landing on my lips.

"Ally," I whimpered, pushing myself into her arms.

"I've got you my love. Come on, let's go back to our room."

Ally didn't question what had happened straight away, instead she held me tightly as I curled into her side and cried. All the feelings and memories from growing up came rushing back. It had been years since I cried over them, I couldn't help feeling stupid. They didn't deserve my tears.

A hand ran through my hair and down my back, effectively helping me to calm down enough to stop the tears, but left me a hiccupping mess, "What happened Y/n/n?"

I handed her my phone, never leaving the safety of her side, "Messages."

She was quiet for a few seconds before my phone was thrown back on the bed next to us and I was held tighter, "Oh hell no. Don't even give them the satisfaction of a reply, they don't deserve it and you don't need to deal with this. We can just block them and move past this."

"I know that's what I should do. I don't want anything to do with them, but how did they know I was getting married? We haven't posted anything publicly and we don't know anyone who has anything to do with them. They also shouldn't be able to message, I blocked them. It scares me."

"Okay, I'll text them back and ask then block them. You're not going to have anything to do with it."

"Thank you Ally. I feel like this is a huge step back. I thought I had accepted the situation and moved past it, but I obviously haven't."

"That's not true. It was unexpected, they put you through hell and this was a normal reaction. You've made so much progress, this doesn't take away from that. I know it might have taken you back to times you don't want to remember, but you'll move past it. We'll work through this together."

"I love you."

"I love you Y/n."

It didn't take long for my parents to reply. In all honesty, they were probably waiting by the phone. They were likely delusional enough to think that everything they did to me would be forgotten and I would welcome them back with open arms. Actually, they never understood what they put me through so in reality they just expected to act like the last 3 years never happened.

"So apparently my gran told her church group I was getting married, showing off photos and everything. Someone from the group recoganised you as the daughter of someone they know from a different group and told them you were getting married. As for your number, apparently they just got a new phone and tried your old number. I guess they got embarrassed that they didn't know so wanted to make themselves look better. I'm so sorry baby, I didn't know they were connected in anyway. I'll talk to gran about keeping stuff to herself."

"It's not your fault, it's such a random connection. I don't blame your grandma either, she's just excited that her granddaughter is getting married. We can talk to her about it tomorrow or something. Can you tell them I don't want anything to do with them, then tell them to fuck off, block them and delete the messages? I don't want any reminder of this."

"Of course. I think maybe we should change your number so this can't happen again."

"That's a tomorrow job as well. For now can we just have a bath then cuddle and watch movies? After you please let the girls know I'm okay."

"That sounds like heaven. Let me call my boss as well and let her know I'm done for the day."

"No, you should be working. I'll be fine."

"That's not happening. You're more important than work."

Ally slipped out of my grip to call her boss and run a bath before coming back. I pouted, lifting my arms up, "Carry me?"

"Baby, I would love to carry you, but you're the strong one. You know I would drop you."

She was right, I knew it from experience. Doesn't mean I didn't pout the whole time I was getting up, "Ugh fine."

"Don't pout. I can give you a massage instead."

---

None of the team had been told the details of what caused my panic attack a few days. I hadn't wanted to bring it up again. Surprisingly, after the initial panic attack, it hadn't effected me as much as I expected. There had been a few nightmares to begin with, but Ally had stopped me from bottling it up and actually made me deal with it.

Ali gave me a quick hug before letting me into her room, "I know you probably don't want to talk about it, but you doing okay kiddo?"

"I think so. Ally's been a big help." Besides Ally, Ali was the person I trusted most, so I gave her a quick rundown on what had happened. Even if she tried not to show it, I knew she was worried.

"Don't worry, even if they show up, they won't be getting in."

"Thanks Ali. I know I've asked a lot of you recently, but I have another favour to ask."

"You know I would do almost anything for you Y/n."

"Will you teach me how to dance? Ally wants to have a first dance, but I don't really know how. She knows and offered not to have one which I agreed to. I'm planning on surprising her though and want it to be perfect."

Ali smiled widely, "Of course I will. I really admire how much effort you're putting into this. I'm sure she'll love it either way because you tried."

Ali put some slow music on quietly in the back ground before standing in front of me, "There are two ways you can do it, either holding one of her hands as you more around or one persons arms around the waist while the others around the neck. Or you can do both depending what you're comfortable with."

Ali guided one of my hands so it was around her waist, hers looped around the back of my neck as she connected our spare hands, "Obviously you two will be closer, but you get the idea."

We moved around in small steps, swaying to the music as I focused on not stepping on her feet. It didn't work though as my foot connected with the top of hers, she flinched, but laughed it off. "It's okay, we'll keep practicing. You're doing great. If you step on her feet, just laugh it off and keep going. I'm pretty sure she won't mind because you're trying."

I stepped on her feet multiple times before managing to go a few minutes without stepping on her feet and we moved on. I was starting to relax by this point while also getting excited about dancing with Ally. Ali looped her arms loosely around my shoulders as mine went around her waist. We mostly just swayed this time as she gave me pointers on where I could rest my hands or head on Ally. "I want you to spin me."

"What? No I can't do that."

"Yes you can, when we do the first dance, move your hand up, spin me around then bring me back in either into the same dance or into the second one which ever feels more comfortable."

As I attempted to spin Ali around, I brought her back in too quickly and ended up head butting her. "Shit, I'm sorry. See I can't do the spin."

"Yes you can, we'll keep practicing. It'll feel easier with Ally because she's a bit shorter than you. Just bring me in slower."

It took a lot more head butting and tripping before I finally got the hang of it. Before we got the chance to practice the full thing properly, Ally's name flashed across my phone screen. I instantly remembered that we had dinner plans tonight and I was running late.

"I have to go."

"You did good today. On the day you're going to be nervous both because you don't want to mess up in front of everyone and because you want to be good for Ally. So when you start getting nervous, just focus on Ally, let her guide you."

"Thank you Ali. See you tomorrow."

---

I couldn't believe in just over three hours I would be married to the love of my life. I was excited beyond belief, but I was also incredibly nervous. What if I wasn't a good wife? What if Ally changed her mind and decided she didn't want to get married anymore? What if we didn't work as a married couple?

I knew it was just me overthinking. Ally and I worked well together. We loved each other deeply, we connected and understood each other, we had fun. Maybe it was cheesy, but we were made for each other. Not just because we met and connected instantly. We worked hard to get where we were, we worked hard to keep our relationship working despite our busy schedules, distance, and my issues with my ADHD. I tried to remember that as my thoughts went crazy, but it wasn't working. Ali was updating me on the set up and preparations, I couldn't focus on anything she was saying though. I was too busy overthinking.

"Y/n, Y/n!"

"Huh?"

"Are you okay?"

"I-I-I c-can't do this," I stammered, before running out of the house, Ali calling after me. I didn't stop until I found a hidden part of the beach where I slumped in the sand, tears falling down my cheeks. I don't know how long had passed when someone sat down behind me, arms wrapping around my waist and chin resting on my shoulder. Without even looking, I knew it was Ally, the softness of the way she held me and the smell of her hair gave it away. She didn't say anything for a while, just held me until the tears stopped.

Ally kissed my temple, hands drawing soothing patterns across my stomach. They weren't the soft touches most people find soothing, those touches made my sensory issues worse. There was a little bit more force behind it, making me relax against her. Sitting here with Ally, I realised that I was being stupid, there was no doubt that I was going to marry her today. Instead of being angry that I had ran away, she was here comforting me. "We can postpone if you don't want to do this, if you're having second thoughts about getting married. I understand, I know it was quick."

I quickly turned around, accidently knocking Ally over. "Shit sorry." I helped her so she was sitting again before kissing her softly, "No, no, we're not postponing. I want to marry you Ally, I'm going to marry you today, go to bed calling you my wife. I'm sorry I ran, I got stuck in my head, overthinking this, overthinking if I would even be a good wife, if you even still wanted to marry me, but didn't want to tell me and I freaked out."

"Baby, I want to marry you more than anything in this world, that hasn't changed and it won't ever change. You're are an amazing girlfriend Y/n, you're going to be an amazing wife. We're going to keep being the best couple there is and getting married is only going to strengthen that. I love you, I love you so much."

"I love you Ally. Can we stay here for a while?"

"We can stay here as long as you need. Ali's going to take care of the set up and everything. When you're ready we can go back and get ready for the first look."

I settled back between Ally's legs, back against her front as I watched the water, feeling more relaxed than I had all day, "I can't wait, you're going to look incredible."

"So are you Y/n/n."

Ally and I had decided to do the outfit reveals before the ceremony because I knew I wouldn't be able to control my emotions once I saw her. So here I was waiting anxiously for the love of my life to step around the corner. I was nervous about Ally's thoughts on my suit, but I was more anxious to finally see what Ally was wearing. Just as I was starting to get impatient, there she was. I froze, tears starting to fall instantly, I crouched down for a second, face buried in my hands to control the tears.

The sleeveless blue dress lined with lace, the black flats, her hair half up in a braid with the rest loose. She looked incredible, more breathtaking then I could have ever imagined. Ally stopped in front of me, small smile present with eyes shining with love and unshed tears. I took her hand, spinning her around so I could admire everything about her. Ally looked amazing on any given day, but today I was absolutely speechless.

"Y-y-yo-u-" I cut myself off, taking a deep breath to get myself together, "Y-you look breathtaking Ally, absolutely incredible. Holy shit."

Ally grinned, cupping my cheeks and connecting our lips. I heard protests about messing up Ally's make up, but I didn't care. Ally pulled away, this time being the one to take my hand and spin me around, she let out a long breath, making me slightly nervous, "Fuck you look stunning baby, my god you look incredible. I know it's probably out of your comfort zone, but you should definitely wear maroon more often, it is definitely your colour."

"I almost didn't choose it because it's not what I normally wear, but I decided to step out of my comfort zone for once."

Ally laced her fingers with mine, "I'm so proud of you love."

"Alright guys it's almost time to seal the deal so it's photo time," Alex interrupted as Ally was leaning in to kiss me.

I groaned pulling away, "You couldn't have waited 2 seconds? We already had photos."

"And have you ruin her make up? No, you can do that after the photos. You had photos of your reveal, we want proper couple photos."

---

It was time. It was time to marry the love of my life. Of course I was nervous, incredibly so, but as the time came to walk down the aisle, most of my nerves were replaced with excitement. I was about to marry my person and there was nothing in this world I wanted more. We had decided I was going to go first, purely for the reason that I was dying to watch her walk down aisle. There was no better way to do that, then be standing at the end already.

We had gone pretty simple with decorations. The aisle was made out of various coloured petals, lined with rows of chairs and a wooden arch draped with white fabric at the end. String lights were strung around the trees, fence and patio. The chairs would later be replaced by outdoor furniture and bean bags. Long tables for food and the bar were set up, as well as a smore station for when the firepit was lit. We had made sure to hire a bartender to stop anyone getting out of control.

Also, while we had hired a photographer, we also had a bunch of polaroid and disposable cameras for everyone to take their own photos. That way we had more intimate and fun memories. We had found a guest book that had mini envelopes and note cards so people could leave little messages if they chose to. The envelopes were the best idea knowing how inappropriate some of the team could be.

Dance with me in the rain In the heart of Spain Let your hair fall down Curl around your face And sway with the tide Of the strangers passing us by

My arm linked with Ali's, her squeezing mine gently. Our friends and family lined the sides, huge smiles and some with tears in their eyes. My heart warmed knowing they were willing to be here, that they cared enough to make plans last minute to see us get married.

Well let them watch What do we care There's no need to rush To come up for air As the world spins around us we dive In each other's eyes

No I don't want to go Can't seem to leave you alone For all that I am I wouldn't stand a chance This life on my own So love me now Love me forever Love me today and the days we're not together A moment this right is too hard to deny That you're the one The one my heart beats for

Land light on my feet To not make a peep Tip toe across the room So the floors don't creak As you're laying in bed Perfectly sound asleep I'll wake you with a kiss So you do not miss Your morning cup of coffee Pressed against your lips As the sun warms us up through the blinds We turn back the time

We stopped at the end, Ali kissing my cheek before walking back to her spot. I waited for a few seconds, trying not to fidget for once in my life. Every second that went by, made me want to walk back down grab her and drag her back because she was taking too long. Ally finally appeared, arm linked with her dad who had a huge, proud smile. There was a time in our relationship where I never thought he would be happy about us getting married. We had a rocky start, but now they were family. They had taken me in, treated me as if I was their own daughter. Between Ally, her family and the team, I had never been so loved.

They stopped in front of me, Ally's dad pulling her in for a hug and kiss on the cheek before moving to hug me, "You look amazing Y/n."

He moved back to his spot, while I took Ally's hands, kissing her cheek softly. We stood there, just looking at each other as the song came to an end. There was so much love shining in her eyes that it made my knees go weak.

So love me now Love me forever Love me today and the days we're not together A moment this right is too hard to deny That you're the one A moment this right is too hard to deny That you're the one The one my heart beats for

We had chosen to have Sydney officiate our wedding just as she had with Ali and Ashlyn. It made the day feel just that little bit more personal. Once everyone was seated and quiet, Sydney started speaking.

"Thank you everyone for being here today to celebrate the marriage of our amazing Y/n and Ally. We all know Y/n gets antsy when she has to stand still for too long so we'll keep this as brief as possible. The relationship between Y/n and Ally is so full of love, life and friendship. It puts even the best of us to shame. With that being said, Y/n and Ally have chosen to write their own vows. Ally you're up."

"There are so many things I want to say to you, but we would be here all day if I did. So instead I'll start with thank you. Thank you for choosing me, for letting me in and trusting me with you and your heart. For trusting me enough to be your person and to show me who you are inside and out. With that, I vow to you that I will always tressure your love. I will always be by your side when you need me, I will always be there to hold you up when you need it and support you with everything I am. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you now and I will love you forever."

"Okay, you'll have to bare with me because there's no doubt I'm going to cry." There were a few laughs as Ally squeezed my hand. "There was a time in my life when I never thought this would happen for me. Where I never thought I would find someone who loves and trusts me so unconditionally, who understands me so deeply and who makes me laugh uncontrollably. Then you came crashing into my life, flipping it upside down in the best way possible.

"You are my world Ally, my everything. I am far from perfect, but I promise to always be open and honest even on days that aren't great, to always support you in everything you do, to make you smile and laugh even when you don't feel like it. I promise to hold you, cuddle you and kiss you every chance I get because I know how much you love it. Most importantly I promise to love you with everything I am everyday for the rest of our lives."

My voice cracked as I pulled her closer, cupping her cheek and kissing her forehead, "You are my partner in life and love. I love you beyond what words can describe, I love the person I have become with you and the life we have and will continue to build."

"Now the rings. Ally, do you take Y/n to be your wife?"

Ally smiled widely, "I do."

I slipped the ring on her finger before letting her take my hand, "Y/n, do you take Ally to be your wife?"

"I do."

Ally slipped the ring on my finger, kissing it after she did so. If even possible, my smile grew as I stopped myself from fidgeting with excitement. One final sentence and Ally would be my wife.

"It is my pleasure to pronounce you wife and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

My arm wrapped around her waist, the other cupping her head as I dipped her, lips connecting in a long, passionate kiss. Everyone cheered and clapped as I threw my hands up, "We're married bitches!!"

---

"We would like to welcome the newlyweds to the floor for their first dance."

Ally looked confused, but let me take her hand and guide her to the dance floor. Just like Ali showed me, I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her against me and taking her hand in mine. Ally smiled, pecking my lips before resting her head on my shoulder as we moved around slowly. As we danced around, watched by our closest family and friends, I was the happiest I had ever been. To have so many people come to celebrate with us at last minute, I felt loved, possibly more than I ever had.

After a couple of minutes, I successfully spun Ally around, bringing her into me and connecting our lips. My head landed against Ally's shoulder, kissing the bare skin softly, "We're married Ally, we're actually married."

Ally giggled, kissing my temple, "Best day of my life so far. You learnt how to dance."

"You wanted to have a first dance so I got Ali to teach me. You make so many compromises for me, I wanted you to have this."

"This is how I know we'll be good married, you're so thoughtful and sweet, you go out of your comfort zone for me with out a second thought. I love you."

"I love you more my wife."

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Malyshka

alpha!Wanda x omega!reader

Summary: Y/N joins the Avengers thinking she’ll be able to hide being an omega. Wanda bursts her bubble.

Warnings: smut, overstimulation, mating, biting, penetration, omega heat, fingering, knotting, pet names (malyshka, baby, luv, luvie), Bucky’s an asshole, a kinda maybe spark better Bucky (I can’t write fight scene without banter), scenting, scent blockers

Sorry if I forgot anything

Author’s note: This request for this was so sweet! I finally made myself sit down and finish this over the weekend :) I also marked where the smut starts if that's what you're here for

Edit: Just realized I posted this the first time with 'Emily' instead of 'Y/N'. I write my fics with a different name for the reader cause it flows easier with I brain, I just forgot to change it later. Please ignore 🤦🏻‍♀️

“Okay, everyone, this is Y/N! She’ll be joining the Avengers,” Tony voices.

Y/N fiddles with her bracelet as she gives the group of strangers a small smile. The overwhelming scent of alphas smacks her in the face, making her feel shyer than normal. She prays her scent suppressants and beta scent perfume are strong enough.

“Who decided that?” a brown haired man asks.

“I did. And I think you all will agree when you see what she can do,” Tony responds.

“It would have been nice to be consulted right, though,” a blond man points out.

“Well, I do bank roll this team, so…”

Y/N’s cheeks flush as the good discuss her like she didn’t there.

“Guy, don’t be rude! Ignore them. I’m Natasha,” the red haired woman smiles, “That’s Bucky, and that’s Steve. Steve is only agreeing with him because he wants to get laid later,’ “Hey now, ‘Tasha!” Steve laughs.

Natasha shrugs at him with a smirk.

“That’s Clint,” a man dressed in all black waves at her, “And that’s Thor,” Natasha finishes, pointing at a man with long hair.

“Nice to meet you guys,” Y/N smiles, finally finding her voice and feeling awkward and meek around the group.

“Am I the only one who wants to see what the little lady can do?” Thor asks.

“I agree,” Bucky nods.

“Okay! I guess she can spare you, Buck. Show you guys what she can do,” Tony smirks.

“Gladly,” Bucky smirks back, shrugging off his jacket.

Y/N ties her hair up and pushes her sleeves up, trying to compose herself.

I can do this! Mr. Stark believes in me, so it can’t be that hard!

“Here’s the rooms; No cheap shots. We’re all big kids here. No weapons. If the other person says ‘yield’, you win and everyone stops. If the other person is pinned or down for 30 seconds or more, then the other wins. And don’t kill each other,” Tony explains.

“Remember that word, beta,” Bucky voices, getting in a fighting stance.

Y/N ignores his taunts, focusing on the energy bubbling up in her core. She imagines it spreading through her body and resting under the skin of her hands. Her hands start glowing with lavender purple energy, and Bucky’s cocky expression cracks for a second.

“Begin,” Tony announces, leading against the wall.

Bucky lunges forward, but doesn’t get far before a stream of glowing lavender energy shots from Y/N’s hands; wrapping around Bucky’s foot and pulling him to the ground. He lands with a grunt but doesn’t stay down long. Natasha’s laugh rings through the room.

“A little warning would have been nice, Tony!” Bucky calls as he swings his metal arm back to punch her.

Y/N’s glowing hand makes a shape like she caught his fist (she’s not actually touching him), and his hand stops. Her eyes start glowing a faint purple as she turns her hand to the side, and Bucky’s arm goes with it. He lands on his back. A frustrated groan slips from his lips, causing the corners of Y/N’s to go up.

Bucky rolls to his feet and jumps forward. Right before he grabs her, Y/N teleports to the other side of the room. He stumbles forward, but regains his balance.

“The f-”

He starts towards her again, and Y/N’s wills the water in a cup to the side to rise, turning into a disk of ice. It shoots towards Bucky, but he catches it with his metal hand and throws it back at her. The ice evaporates before it reaches her.

“Okay, no more magic, kid. Why don’t you level the playing field and beat me fair and square?” Bucky asks as he lunges toward again, panting slightly. Y/N side steps him and teleports behind him. She kicks him square in the back, causing him to go down.

“And why would I do that? I’m just using my resources wisely!” Y/N points out.

“Oh, so you don’t think you can beat me without your little party tricks! That’s okay, not everyone is strong enough,” Bucky eggs her on.

“You’re kinda an asshole, you know that?” Y/N shoots back, “How ‘bout this; I don’t use magic for 60 seconds. Give you a little head start. If you can beat me in that time, then great. If you can’t…”

“Deal,” he growls, kicking his leg out and sweeping her feet out from under her.

Y/N tumbles to the ground, landing hard on her ass. Bucky pins her to the ground, but she elbows him in the nose, causing his grip to loosen enough for her to slip away. She makes it to her feet before he makes his next attack. He swings a punch at her, but she douges it, dunking under his arm and elbowing his side. Bucky lets out another growl and Y/N shivers.

“You scared, beta?” Bucky chuckles.

“No, I’m just getting a little cold from how little I have to work! And my name’s Y/N,”

Bucky wraps a hand around Y/N’s throat, and she tucks her chin while bringing her other arm around and breaking his grip. She grabs his arm and spins him around, putting him in a choke hold. Bucky’s hands fly up; trying and failing to break her grip around his neck. Y/N wraps his legs around her waist to stabilize herself as Bucky starts slamming her into the wall. She lets out a grunt as the air leaves her lungs.

“You smell…sweet?” Bucky points out, his voice muffled from his lack of air.

Shit, Y/N thinks. She realizes she’s started to sweat, which must be causing the scent blocker to wear off faster.

“I think you’re hallucinating, Barnes,” Y/N huffs as he slams her into the wall again, “And, your time’s up,”

Y/N teleports away right as Bucky slams against the wall again, causing him to take all of the blow. She kicks him in the stomach and he crumbles against the wall. Purple bands of light wrap around him, pinning him down. He struggles against them, but they don’t break.

“And.. Y/N wins!” Tony announces as the 30 seconds is up. The bands of light disappear immediately, and Bucky stumbles to his feet.

“Good match,” Y/N smiles, sticking her hand out to shake Bucky’s.

Bucky begrudgingly shakes her hands. Y/N thinks he’s being a good sport until he jerks her forward, dipping his nose down so it brushes the scent gland on her neck. Y/N gasps and stumbles back.

“Interesting,” Bucky chuckles softly.

“Did you just fucking scent me??” Y/N asks, shocked.

“Whoa, that’s too far, Bucky!” Natasha scolds, shoving Bucky.

“Sorry, sorry!” Bucky responds, the smirk not leaving his face.

“Are you okay?” Natasha asks.

“Yeah! Yeah..it’s whatever,”

“He’s just grumpy cause he lost and wanted a reaction. That was pretty badass though, newbie!”

“I agree! That was hardcore!” Thor laughs, slapping Y/N on the back. Y/N jolts forward a little, but laughs it off.

“Hey, has anyone seen Wanda today?” Steve asks. He’s holding hands with a still slightly fuming Bucky.

“I’m right here!” a voice calls from the door.

Y/N turns to see a beautiful woman with dark ginger hair that falls in soft waves and blue gray eyes. She’s dressed in red and black leather, and Y/N struggles to keep her eyes on the woman’s face instead of the curve of her breasts. Her scent of fresh coffee and cinnamon hits Y/N like a freight train, causing a whole different heat to grow in her core. She can feel her own scent growing stronger.

“Hey, Wanda! You missed the show!” Natasha laughs.

“Did I?” Wanda asks, looking at Y/N, “What’s your name, malyshka (babygirl)?”

Y/N opens her mouth, but no words come out. Natasha quickly covers for her.

“This is Y/N! She’s joining the Avengers and she just kicked Bucky’s ass!”

Wanda’s eyes don’t leave Y/N, causing her to squirm a little. Y/N pulls out her phone, and looks at it, pretending to see a notification.

“Oh, I have a missed call, so I need to go call them back! But it was nice meeting y’all!”

Bucky smirks and gives Y/N a knowing look as she runs from the room. She fainting hears the other calling bye.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid!” Y/N mumbles as she slams her bedroom door shut, rummaging through her stuff for her scent suppressant. She swallows two of them dry, then douses herself in the beta scent perfume.

Flopping down face first on the bed, Y/N reminds herself that joining the Avengers is a good thing. Her stupid omega pheromones just need to get their shit together. And Bucky keeps his stupid mouth shut.

Two weeks pass, and Y/N starts to settle into her new life. She trains with Natasha and Steve during the day, and they go on missions. She and Bucky continue to bully each other and have ‘friendly’ competitions. And Wanda. Oh Wanda.

Wanda has been so kind to Y/N, showing her around the compound and taking every chance to talk with her. But she also takes every chance to touch her. From putting a hand on Y/N’s shoulder when passing to letting their legs touch on the couch, Wanda has taken every chance. And Y/N hasn’t minded. Not at all.

Y/N hates how shy she gets around Wanda, and the almost gravitational pull she feels to her.

A knock on the door snaps Y/N from her thoughts.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Natasha asks through the door.

“Yeah, I’m fine!” Y/N voices, rolling over.

“Okay! Well, dinner’s ready! You hungry?”

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a second!” Y/N responds, glad to be included in the group.

Y/N quickly takes her hair out of the ponytail, fluffing the top of it. When she opens the door, Natasha is waiting for her. She smells of fresh sheets and leather polish. She’s an alpha, but her scent isn’t as overwhelming as most.

“What’s for dinner?” Y/N asks as they enter the kitchen.

“Chicken noodle soup!” Wanda responds, “How’d your call go?”

Gods she looks so pretty

“I-It was good! Just a friend,” Y/N voices, nervousness pooling in her stomach.

As they make bowls, Y/N realizes Bucky and Steve are missing.

“Where are the others?” She asks, carrying her bowl to the table.

“Oh, I heard Bucky and Steve arguing earlier, so they’re probably fucking by now,” Natasha laughs.

“My room is next to theirs, and you wouldn’t believe the things I’ve heard,” Tony voices, “Haven’t had a good night’s sleep since they mated,”

Y/N blushes, staring at her bowl. It’s always amazed her how some people are so open about sex. She picks up her spoon and takes a bite of the soup, almost moaning as it hits her taste buds.

“You like the soup, malyshka?” Wanda asks with a grin, sitting down next to her.

“Yeah!” Y/N nods, swallowing, “It’s really good,”

“I’m glad you think so,”

“Sorry, what does malyshka mean? Is it a different language?” Y/N asks. Wanda has taken to using the nickname with Y/N, and she had never asked what it ment.

“It’s Russian for babygirl,” Natasha explains with a small, knowing smile.

“Oh,”

That’s all Y/N can say as her face turns bright red. She coughs a little and takes a gulp of her water. Wanda’s shoe brushes against her calf.

“Don’t choke, princess!” Wanda chuckles.

Princess? Babygirl? This woman is going to be the death of me.

Y/N sets her cups down and focuses on eating without embarrassing herself. Halfway through, Steve and Bucky show up. Steve is limping significantly.

“Nice of you to join us,” Tony snickers.

“Shut up, Stark,” Bucky responds with a chuckle, “You’re just jealous you’re not getting any cause Pepper’s on a business trip,”

Y/N grimaces as pain shoots through her abdomen and lower back. She grips her spoon harder; her knuckles turning white. Natasha taps her foot under the table and mouths ‘You okay?’ at her. Y/N nods, relaxing her grip on the spoon even as the pain continues. The intense need to bury her face in Wanda’s chest and sit in her lap fills her.

It doesn’t help that every breath she takes is overwhelmed by Wanda’s rich scent.

Is she doing that on purpose? Y/N wonders. She can feel herself starting to sweat and takes a sip of water.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Steve asks, sounding genuinely worried.

“Yeah! O-of course!” Y/N responds, trying to sound normal.

“You look pretty flushed. Are you warm?”

Steve you’re very sweet, but please shut the fuck up. Y/N begs in her heat.

“A little! It’s just the soup. I think I’m actually gonna turn in for the night,” Y/N decides, grabbing her bowl to put in the sink. Wanda stops her.

“I can get that!” Wanda voices.

“No, that’s okay! I can-”

“Leave the bowl, malyshka,” Wanda voices, dominance seeping into her voice.

Y/N sets the bowl down and rushes up the stairs.

“What’s up with her?” she hears Tony ask.

“I wouldn’t bother her for the next week,” Bucky responds, sounding arrogant and almost condescending.

“Why not?” Natasha asks.

Y/N doesn’t wait to hear Bucky’s response. She quietly closes her bedroom door and uses the lavender light to create a barrier around the room. Now, no one will be able to scent her or hear her.

She stumbles over to her desk and opens her computer, looking at her heat calendar. It isn’t supposed to come for another 2 weeks!

“Go awayyyy,” Y/N whines as the cramps continue and a different type of need fills her. She changes into a soft, silk shorts and tank top set before climbing into bed. She nuzzles her face into the only blanket she brought from home.

Y/N tosses and turns for hours, kicking off the blankets as her body temperature goes up. A fine layer of sweat settles on her skin and pain shoots through her. She can feel herself growing wetter, and her mind keeps straying to how bad she wants to be knotted.

—--Spice starts here—----

She tries resisting, but she can’t help but kick off the shorts and slip her hand in her underwear. Y/N dips a finger in her dripping hole and moans. She drags the finger up to that hypersensitive bundle of nerves as draws gentle circles on it. Her moans float through the room.

A knock at the door causes Y/N to groan.

“Y/N, are you in there?” Wanda asks through the door.

Her brain is too foggy to form words.

“Y/N, open the door right now,” Wanda orders. Y/N whimpers at the dominance in her tone.

The door burst open before closing again. Y/N turns her head to see Wanda standing there, eyes and hands glowing a faint red color. Her scent is intoxicating. She’s wearing a cropped tank top and a pair of low rise pajama pants. The large bulge at her crotch is unmistakable.

“Oh baby. Did you get your heat?” Wanda croons.

Y/N nods, burying her face in the blankets. She jolts in pain as another cramp rips through her and rubs another circle on her clit, hoping to help ease the pain.

“Y-you should go Wa-Wanda! It’s not appropriate,” Y/N struggles to say, finally pulling her hand from her underwear.

“But you don’t really want me to do that, do you?” Wanda asks, her voice getting closer.

Y/N looks up to see Wanda right next to the bed. She sits down and lowers her face closer to hers. Wanda gently grabs her china and forces her to make eye contact. Y/N whimpers and her core throbs.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me, malyshka. And I know you feel it. The bond. Begging for us to solidify it. You’re my mate, and you know it,” Wanda voices, grabbing her hand and bringing it to her mouth.

“W-what?” Y/N stutters.

Wanda eases Y/N’s slick covered finger into her mouth and sucks gently. Y/N and Wanda moan as she releases it with a pop

“Awww, you’re such a dumb baby omega! Thought you could pretend to be a beta and everything!” she brushes a stand of hair from Y/N’s face condescending, “No, you’re my mate and I’ve known from the second I saw you,”

Her eyes go wide as Wanda dips her head down and brushes her nose against Y/N’s scent glades. A small growl slips from Wanda’s lips and every hair on Y/N’s body stands up, causing her to whine.

“I’m going to burn whatever fake scent you use. And it you ever take a fucking scent blocker again, I’ll spank your pretty ass ‘til you can’t sit right for a month,” Wanda growls.

“Y-yes ma’am! I’m sor-sorry!” Y/N squeaks.

“You will be,”

Y/N lets out a shriek as Wanda picks her up and throws her over her shoulder.

“Hey! What are you doing?” Y/N asks, her tone sounding meek.

“Going to wash off that fucking beta scent! I wanna smell your scent when I pump you full with my pups,”

“Mommyyy,” Y/N moans, her grip tightening on Wanda’s shoulders.

The tile in the bathroom is cold against Y/N’s bare feet. Wanda presses her against the wall; her lips a breath away from Y/N’s.

“I’m trying so hard to restrain myself, because I wanna fuck you for the first time in a bed, but you’re making it really hard, malyshka,” Wanda whispers, her lips dipping to hover over the scent glad on Y/N’s neck.

Y/N lets out a breathy moan; squeezing her thighs together as Wanda’s nose nuzzles against her scent gland.

“Your scent is finally pecking through those damned scent blockers,” Wanda voices, “Now let’s wash the rest off,”

The cool air chills Y/N’s skin as Wanda pulls the shirt off her, leaving her bare. Her nipples pebble into stiff peaks and the shorts quickly follow the shirt to its place on the ground. Y/N wants to touch her so bad, but doesn’t want to anger her. Wanda’s eyes don’t leave her as she turns the shower on.

“Listen carefully,” Wanda turns her fingers up Y/N’s arms, barely touching them, “You’re gonna get in the shower and get nice and clean, and I’m gonna go get a few things. You aren’t gonna touch yourself of put on any more scent blockers, then you’re going to dry off and go wait in bed,”

“Do-Don’t want you to leave,” Y/N pouts, practically shaking with need.

Wanda gently rubs her thumb over Y/N’s bottom lip before connecting them with hers. Y/N melts into the kiss; hands coming up to brace herself on Wanda’s shoulder. She whines when Wanda pulls away.

“I’ll be right back. Be a good little omega and do as your told,”

Wanda leaves the door cracked behind her and Y/N lets in a shaky breath from getting the shower. The cool water is a shock to her system and she quickly washes her body. Her skin is hypersensitive and she struggles to hold back whimpers as she washes her scent glands.

After turning the water off, she dries off with a fluffy towel Wanda must have left for her. Y/N wraps the towel around herself before tip-toeing back into the bedroom. The room is empty and she sits on the edge of the bed, apprehension building in her.

The temporary relief Wanda’s calming pheromones brought disappears and the intense pain continues. Y/N leaves back in the bed, gripping the sheets and pressing her feet into the mattress. Her whines fill the room and all she wants is Wanda’s knot deep inside her, breeding her.

“Fuck, malyshka, you’re so beautiful,” Wanda practically moans from the door.

Wanda’s holding a bundle of different sweatshirts, blankets, and t-shirts.

“Wh-what’s that?” Y/N asks.

“I brought you a few things for your nest, baby,”

“Want you now though, Mommy,” she whines.

“One second, luvie, I gotta get your cozy nest set up,” Wanda explains, arranging the different things on the bed.

Y/N bucks her hips and moans at the intense scent of her mate around her.

“Mommy hurryyy need you so bad!”

“All done, baby,” Wanda soothes, straddling Y/N’s hips. Y/N’s shaky hands come up and tug at Wanda’s pants.

“Need you now, Mommy!”

“I know luvie, but Mommy’s just gotta taste her sweet baby first,” Wanda croons, sliding down her body.

Wanda growls at the sight of her omega’s dripping pussy. She licks fromm her dripping whole to throbbing clit.

“Fuck, I shouldn’t have waited so long to do this,” Wanda groans, “You’re such a good omega, you would have spread your legs for me that first night, wouldn’t you have?”

“Uh huh, Mommy! Just for you!”

The vibrations of Wanda’s chuckle ripple through Y/N and cause the knot in her core to grow. Wanda lips attach to her clit and her moans fill the room. Her hands fly down, lacing in Wanda’s hair and presses her further into her pussy.

“Oh my god that feels so good Mommy, so sensitive!” Y/N moans.

Wanda doesn’t give any warning before slipping two fingers into her, filling her to the brim. Y/N bucks her hips up, desperate for me.

“Mommy pleaseee, need you in me so bad!”

“What part of me, malyshka?” Wanda asks innocently, “My fingers? My tongue? Or is there something else you want? Use you words,”

The fog in Y/N’s head grows with how desperate she is, and she struggles to form the words.

“Fuck, Mommy, need your cock! Need your cock in me so bad! Need you to bread my and knot me and fuck me so good!” Y/N blabbers.

“Good girl,” Wanda croons, her eyes glowing red. Her clothes disappear and she straddles her again in a second, her hard cock lined up with Y/N’s dripping entrance.

Y/N wrapped her legs around Wanda’s hips, bringing her lips up to suck on one of Wanda’s perky, hard nipples. Wanda moans and thrusts into Y/N a little too fast. Y/N whines at the intense stretch and sucks harder.

“I know, malyshka, Mommy’s cock is so much bigger that your little baby omega pussy,” Wanda croons condescending, “You’re gonna take every inch like the good little girl you are, though,” Y/N give’s Wanda’s hair a little tug in response.

By the time Wanda is halfway in, Y/N is squirming and quivering. She finally lets go of Wanda’s nipple.

“Want your pups so bad, Mommy! Want you to breed me!” Y/N cries, spasming with pleasure and need.

“I know, baby, Mommy’s gonna fill up your pretty pussy so good; gonna make you all pretty and round!” Wanda voices, thrusting her hips forward so another inch goes in, “You aren’t so shy anymore, are you baby? All you needed was Mommy’s cock stretching you out to start talking!”

“Mommy,” Y/N whimpers as Wanda bottoms out.

“I know,” Wanda repeats, dipping her head to the crock of Y/N’s neck.

Wanda inhales deeply and moans.

“Can’t believe you hide your scent from me for so long, malyshka! You smell heavenly. Like fucking carmel and chocolate,” Wanda moans, licking Y/N’s scent glad. Y/N mewls at the sensation, squeezing around Wanda.

“Gonna cum, Mommy!”

“Cum for me, baby,”

Y/N falls over the edge, stars dancing in her vision. Her chest comes off the bed and the sounds she makes are unrecognizable. A scream escapes her as Wanda’s fangs pierce her neck. Her hands move to Wanda’s back, digging in and drawing blood. Wanda sucks on the tender wound and continues thrusting her hips as Y/N comes down from her high. The solidified bond is overwhelming. Wanda’s scent becomes even more overwhelming and Y/N can feel the pleasure she’s feeling, making her even more sensitive.

“Mo-Mommy?” Y/N stutters weakly, her orgasm still stringing out.

“Yes, my luv?” Wanda responds gently.

“Want you to cum, Mommy! Please cum in me,”

“Oh baby,” Wanda moans.

Every vein and ridge sets Y/N on faster as Wanda’s thrust quickens, hitting every sensitive spot in her.

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god,” Y/N sobs, tears of pleasure slipping down her cheeks, “Fuck, feels so go-good!”

“Mommy’s gonna cum down, malyshka,” Wanda pants, “Gonna fill you up so good,” Wanda’s knot starts growing, stretching her mate out even more.

“Can fe- ohhh feel it, Mommy!”

Y/N’s wall squeezes around her, and that’s all Wanda needs to fall over the edge. Her hot cum warms Y/N and she can feel it in every inch of her body. Wanda can’t take her eyes off Y/N’s absolutely wrecked face though. Her head is thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, and mouth in an ‘O’ shape. Wanda lowers her head and kisses her check, then her lips, her other check, each eyelid, her forehead, and makes her way back down to her lips as Emiy comes down from her extended high.

“How are you feeling, malyshka?” Wanda asks softly.

“Warm…and full and so good” Y/N sighs contently.

“I’m glad, luvie,” Wanda smiles, gently flipping them so Y/N is on top.

Y/N moans softly as Wanda’s cock shifts deeper with the new position. Her alpha strokes her back.

“I love you, Mommy,” she mumbles dreamily.

“I love you too, malyshka,”

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BAU TEAM MEMBERS...

...BEING JEALOUS OVER YOU

-Part one of two

-f!reader

-!!TW!! Mentions of rape and murder. Sexual innudenos.

-Y/n (Your name)

-Y/l/n (Your last name)

-Written in Y/n's POV (unless mentioned otherwise)

-Part one of two includes Emily, Hotch and Spencer.

-Part two of two includes, Derek, JJ and Garcia.

EMILY PRENTISS

"Okay Morgan, she's going to a Nightclub tonight, scouting for another victim no doubt..I need you to-"

"Charm? No problem Hotch, it's in my blood." Derek said, a smirk tugging at his lips.

I rolled my eyes, playfully hitting his shoulder. He chuckled, swatting me away, I raised my hand to attempt to 'hit' him again, but before I could continue, Garcia was calling in.

"Go ahead Garcia" Hotch said, putting it on speaker.

"A little birdy told me, that my Morgan is going undercover at a nightclub to flirt with an unsub?" she questioned.

"Don't worry baby, you're still my number one girl.." Derek spoke, smiling.

I glanced up at Emily and saw her smile, radiant as ever. She met my eyes and if I didn't look away, those pools of perfection would've had mine locked in place forever.

"Oh I had no doubt about that!" Garcia's response brought me back into orbit. "But that's not my issue, sugar" she said.

"What is it Garcia?" Hotch asked, growing slightly impatient.

"Our unsub is a lesbian." she stated.

Everyone's eyebrow raised, and through the corner of my eye I saw Emily look up at me.

"That explains her victimology, could be surrogates for an ex, or a girl who never liked her back.." JJ said.

"Or she could be acting out on her internalised homophobia" Reid suggested. "She grew up Catholic right? Recently Catholic churches have reached out to LGBT members to offer support..but that wouldn't have been the case for her growing up, most likely her parents tried to take her to therapy or they might've even tried to exorcise the homosexuality out of her..she's been manipulated into thinking who she is is evil, and wrong when in actuality she was just never accepted." he said. "Murdering these women is a way of killing that part of herself that no one, not even God, had been able to rid her of. She's trying to compensate for her so called “sins”. "

A small wave of silence washed over the room in the police precinct.

"Well, Y/l/n? Prentiss? Which of you is happy to do it?" Hotch asked, as Derek sadly sat back down.

Again, another small wave of silence until I grew confident and spoke up. "I'll do it." I said.

Yes, I was voluntarily putting myself in harms way but..

Number 1, it's my job

And Number 2, I can show Em I'm not just for the gentlemen.

"Are you sure?" Hotch asked.

"Yeah, we gotta catch this bitch right? And plus, I match the victimology better.." I responded, glancing up at the crime scene photos, my stomach sinking slightly.

"Okay, let's get ready" He said, walking off.

I was given a black satin dress, running from my shoulders to just above my knees. It had lace sleeves and was pretty thin. I shivered as I stepped out of the toilet that I changed in, my given high heels clicking along the floor of the precinct as I walked. While I never wore high heels, they weren't that hard to get used to.

(A/n: that's a fucking lie they're the worst shoes to ever be invented. Torture. And for what?)

I entered back into the room that we were set up in, whiteboards with speculations filling up the space and paperwork littering the desks.

I placed the handbag I was also given on one of the desks, putting my gun and badge inside.

A wolf whistle pulled me from my thoughts as the rest of the team walked in. The whistle came from Derek as he walked in smiling, Emily not far behind him, glaring in his direction. The rest of the team followed close behind, and we went over the plan.

Hotch and Morgan would also be in the nightclub watching over me and the unsub, while Emily, JJ, Spencer and Rossi, along with a number of officers from the police station, waited in SUV's outside. Watching through CCTV and listening through shared ear pieces.

The team got ready and walked out to the SUV's, the cold air hitting me like a brick; the dress wasn't exactly the thickest material in the world. I stopped in my tracks and folded my arms, feeling goosebumps.

"Want my jacket, Y/l/n?" Emily asked, coming up behind me, her warm hand placed gently on the small of my back.

My eyes met hers and I had to thank the city lights for hiding the blush that flushed onto my face.

"Oh, are you sure?" I asked, proud of my voice for staying steady.

"Of course! And hey, it goes with the dress.." she said, draping it over my shoulders as she looked me up and down, before entering one of the SUV's.

I had no idea if I fantasised that last part, but by the way Derek smirked at me while he walked past, wiggling his eyebrows as he followed Emily into the SUV, told me that I didn't.

I got into the other SUV, and we drove to the Nightclub.

I walked inside, music blaring in my ears, making them ache slightly. I glanced over the room and walked to the bar after JJ telling me she was there. I spotted her, and slowly approached the bar.

She sat fiddling with the little umberella in her drink.

"Can I just grab a lemonade please?" I asked the bartender.

The unsub watched me from her seat as I turned to face the dance floor, my arms resting on the bar.

"You not a drinker?" She said, initiating conversation.

Play it cool, Y/n.

"Me? Oh..nah." I said, turning in her direction.

The bartender slid me the lemonade.

"Thank you" I said, digging through my handbag for the money.

The unsub layed her hands on mine, stopping me from looking.

"Let me get this for you." she smiled.

I smiled "...oh, thank you" I said, my tone steady.

"It's no problem, why don't you drink?" The unsub asked, leaning toward me a little.

"Oh...my dad was an alcoholic.." I admitted to her, sheepishly looking down at my lemonade.

"Ugh, Dad's. Don't you hate them" she said, moving one of her legs on top of the other. "Or just...men in general.."

I saw Hotch a few feet down the bar, eyeing us up. "Yup.." I said, popping the 'p'.

"So many treat thier daughters terribly.." she said, taking another sip of her drink.

I didn't respond, but held my gaze.

"I bet I could treat you better.." she said, rubbing her high heel along my calf. "So much better than any man.."

My eyebrow arched as I copied her earlier move of leaning toward her.

"Oh yeah? How would you do that?" I asked, lightly biting the straw of my drink.

She smiled, her eyes growing hungry.

"Firstly.." she started, getting up off the stool.

EMILY'S POV

"Firstly.." she got up off her stool and took another step closer to Y/n.

"I'd show you how much of a princess you are.." she said, running her tongue along her teeth.

"Ew." I said, audibly. JJ, Spencer and Rossi drew their faces away from the computer and looked at me.

"What?" I asked. They said nothing and returned back to watching the unsub, while my eyes darted back to Y/n again.

"What then?" She asked, tilting her head.

"Oh then?" the unsub replied. "You'll just have to wait and see..." she said, paying with the lace of Y/n's sleeves.

I felt my heart leap into my throat.

"Can we go in already?" I asked, impatiently.

"Morgan and I are slowly etching toward them, be ready." Hotch replied.

I let out a breath and made sure my gun was loaded.

"Oh alright Y/l/n.." I heard JJ say, her eyebrows were raised, she sounded impressed.

I looked up from my gun "What?" I asked.

She pointed to Y/n just in time for me to see her tucking in some of the unsub's hair behind her ear.

The grimace on my face was painfully obvious, but I didn't care. I felt my chest roaring with flames of....I don't know what. Watching Y/n like that with someone else just didn't sit right with me. Maybe it was the fact that she was an unsub.

I watched the screen and saw the unsub pouring something in Y/n's drink, Y/n's vision blocked by the unsub's hand that she placed on her face.

"Hotch!?" I questioned, already making my way out of the SUV.

"I saw it, go." he responded.

"Already at the door."

Y/N'S POV

I heard her crush something in my drink, and my smile grew as I masked the slight fear creeping in.

"You're so beautiful" she said, stroking my cheek.

I giggled and reached inside my bag, pulling out my gun. "You're not, F.B.I" I said.

She turned to lose me in the crowd, but was met with Hotch right behind her. Morgan, JJ, Reid, Rossi, the police and Emily all filtered through the party goers, with thier guns pointed at our unsub.

The crowd of clubbers dispersed, some running out of the club, others huddling and watching from the sides.

She huffed putting her hands up. Emily holstered her gun and forcefully pushed down the unsub's arms, tightening the handcuffs around her wrists. "You're under arrest for the murder of 4 women, you have the right to remain silent-"

"I know my rights!" the unsub spat.

"Let's hope you do." Emily replied, shoving her toward a police officer to escort her to a cruiser.

I watched her leave, standing at the bar.

Emily turned to me, placing her hand gently on my elbow. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice soft.

I looked to her and smiled. "Yeah, I'm good" I smiled.

She looked down at my drink, the powder still visible. "I was scared you were gonna take another sip.." she admitted.

My heart fluttered. "I heard her crush it.." I said sheepishly.

"Crush it?" She asked.

"Yeah, it must've been like a pill or something..I don't know" I said.

Emily met my eyes again, her pupils dilating as she took in my features.

"Actually pills are pretty hard to crush, unless it was specifically made, she would have struggled to crush it without atleast looking like she was trying to. She may have snapped the pill if it had a casing on it but I don't think that's what we're dealing with. Due to how packed the powder is within a pill, a human's finger strength isn't enough to crush it how you thought she would have. Have you ever tried to crush an egg with just one hand? It's basically the same thing-"

"Reid.." Morgan smiled.

"Yeah?" he asked. Morgan just shook his head.

Reid looked back at Emily and I and noticed how neither of us were processing the information he was giving, we were just looking in each other's eyes. We were staring at one another a little too long to just be friends.

"Oh.."

AARON HOTCHNER

Was flirting with my boss unprofessional? Yes.

Was I certain I was one lip bite away from getting fired? Also yes.

Did I care? That's another story.

I sat next to Morgan on the jet as we ran through what we had and attempted to get as much information about the unsub as possible before landing in Detroit.

"Well this guy surely isn't organized, his work is sloppy. It's like he doesn't care about getting caught" Hotch said.

"But evidences suggest that he is organised. He's taken forensic countermeasures to ensure we can't ID him..." Rossi spoke from his seat.

"Well...I wouldn't care if it was you taking me into custody either, Hotchner." I said, looking up at him and smiling.

He licked his lips, staying slient. "Morgan, Reid, go the crime scene. Rossi, Prentiss and JJ, talk to the victim's families..see what you can gather. Y/l/n, you're with me at the station." he said.

"Alright Hotch! Friendly remarks aren't a crime now are they?" I asked, holding up my hand sin defence.

"If you're not careful they will be, and plus..they were hardly friendly.." he said, walking off to sit in his seat.

"He loves it really." I say to the rest of the team, as they either hid thier smiles or unshamefully giggled at my antics.

We landed in Detroit and separated, each of us leaving for where Hotch wanted us to go, of course, he kept me by his side. Can't help it can he?

"So are we just gonna set up and wait for the others?" I asked, walking to our given room at the precinct.

"No, not exactly. The Detriot Police already have a suspect in custody.." He said, nodding toward the interrogation room.

"And you were gonna tell the team when exactly?" I asked, looking through the glass.

"They know, I had Garcia notify them as they made their way to where they needed to be. You and I, are gonna crack this guy. Even if he didn't kill and rape those 3 women...he's got something on him.." He said.

I raised my eyebrow. "Let me guess, I should be the one to talk to him?" I said, tilting my head slightly.

Hotch stepped closer to me. "Steven Oaks. He's a typical Alpha Male, one who doesn't lack dominance, he's unlikely to talk with someone a bit too...similar." he said.

I matched his movements and turned to face him too. "So what are you saying, Hotch? You afraid your “Alpha” persona's gonna rub him off the wrong way?" I mocked.

"Not at all, I'm just saying he might take pleasure in talking to someone a little more...submissive" he said, glancing from my eyes to my lips again and again.

I let out a breath and bit my tongue. "Is this an order?" I asked.

He didn't respond, he just held his gaze, and so I stared right back. His eyes, though often darting south, were never drawn away by nearby policemen.

I shook my head. "Pfft, fine. What's my tactic, Hotch?" I asked, approaching the glass and getting a good read of the guy before going in.

"Just see what you can find out.." He said, his arms folded.

I approached the door and entered, not before undoing just one more button of my shirt.

"Listen man i-"

I smiled warmly. "Last time I checked, I wasn't a man.." I said, sitting across from him.

He smirked and leant back in his seat. Relaxed already.

"No..no you are not" he said, his smile not fading.

"Ma'am, I can assure you, I had nothing to do with those 3 women, okay?" he said, sitting up.

"Oh we know, well- I know.." I sheepishly smiled, playing into whatever persona I threw on as I walked in.

"I know what kinda man you are...you wouldn't kill.." I said, my smile not faulting as I began to brush his leg with the tip of my shoe.

He took a breath in. "Oh yeah?" he asked, biting his lip.

As much as this was killing me, I had to play along. It's all fun and games flirting with your boss whom you know (and cherish on that note) but it's another thing doing it with a creep that you're certain should be in a cage.

"So...tell me Steven. How many people are in your gang?" I asked. If I'm totally honest, it was a shot in the dark, the only thing I had to go off was the badly covered up tattoo on his forearm. It was the symbol of a pretty wanted gang in the area after they moved from Canada down to Detriot.

"Oh I have a gang do I?" he asked.

"I assume so, you seem like the type of guy who.. likes to be in charge.." I said, running my foot just that tiny bit higher.

"I am." he said.

I kept my gaze fixed.

He smirked again. "Mulier vivit ut serviat viro suo et viri qui in circuitu eius sunt."

(A/n: I used Google translate, do not quote me that that was a correct translation)

This time, I leaned back and drew away my foot. "A woman lives to serve her husband and the men who surround her." I said, translating what he said. The way this gang was first noticed, was through an investigation of rapes. Each woman was left with a word printed out on an A4 peice of paper, until the rapes stopped and the police were able to form a sentence.

“A woman lives to serve her husband and the men who surround her.”

By the look on his face, he wasn't expecting me to know Latin.

He smirked again though, drawing his eyes away from my face, to my chest.

"Oh the things I would've done to you..." he whispered, his voice low and his breath repulsive.

He leaned forward more, reaching out his hand, probably to stroke my cheek, but before I could move Hotch stormed in, slamming his hands on the table.

"Touch my Agent, or even think about it, and I swear to you, I have a registered Glock 17 in my holster with a new box bullets that I will personally fire into every single one of your limbs, until any low life friends you do have, won't be able to identify your body. The only thing left of you will be those already rotting teeth." He said, his voice stern.

Steven sat back in his chair, unimpressed. Hotch took me by the hand, and placed his other on my waist guiding me to the door.

"Was that a threat, Agent?" Steven asked as Aaron was about to shut the door.

"No." he said. "That was a promise." he said, slamming it instead.

"Are you okay?" he asked as soon as we were back in the BAU's room at the precinct.

"Yes." I smiled. "Didn't you want more dirt on that guy anyway? I mean...was the quote even enough to nail him?" I asked.

"The words left with each of the rape victims were never released to the public, the only people who would know that phrase are the Detectives who worked the case, or the gang members themselves..are you sure you're okay?" he asked again, taking a step forward. It was hesitant, compared to his pervious one.

I closed the gap between us, laying my hands on his chest. "Aaron Hotchner, I am fine. I was doing my job." I said, looking up at him.

He almost leaned in to my touch as he took a deep breath. "If you need to tap out of the case I will happily-"

"Aaron." I interrupted him.

"We've put away a freak, let's work on the unsub we were called in for, okay?" I asked.

His hand found itself at the small of my back, his thumb rubbing soft circles.

"Just let me know.." He said, before turning around away from me, just in time as Reid and Morgan walked in.

SPENCER REID

"-It's all maths really.." Spencer had climbed out of his pool of facts and statistics. He was trying to convince Hotch to let him come into the casino with me.

"And plus if..if anything happens then she won't be left on her own.." he said, glancing at me.

"Not that you wouldn't be able to handle yourself..I was simply-"

"Spence." I cut him off smiling.

"Hotch said you come in with me 5 minutes ago." I said.

"He did?" he turned his head to where Hotch was standing.

"Get ready" Hotch said, before turning on his heels and leaving the room.

Spencer turned to me and sheepishly smiled. That same smile in which I'd fallen for.

I exited the room also, to change into something more...gold digger appropriate. Wasn't exactly my style. I wasn't the type to dress so provocatively but if it's to catch a killer, I'll wear anything. I changed out of my shirt and got into the dress I was given, squeezing into the high heels and attempting to but on the mascara.

I huffed in the mirror after slipping for the third time.

"You..need some help with that?" Emily asked, walking into the changing room.

I smiled. "Please" I said, holding it out for her.

She took it and began applying it. "You're telling me you don't ever wear mascara?" she asked, concentrating.

"No? Have seen me with mascara? Or any makeup for that matter?" I asked.

"Well lucky for some...natural beauty and all that.." she said, turning to my other eye.

"Oh please" I said, waving her off.

"What?" she asked, almost offended. "You're gonna tell me you're not beautiful? Because I know I certain man with an IQ of 187 and interestingly enough, his intelligence gets slashed to 60 when he sees you for the first time in the mornings.." she said, smirking.

I tried to hide my blush, but that was hard considering she was right in my face. She turned my head with her fingers and examined her work. "There all done." she said, turning me to the full length mirror, taking in my appearance as a whole.

"Jeez that's a look" I said, slightly grimacing. "I mean...it'd look great on someone else I just don't know how I feel about it.."

"Well you're gonna have to embrace it!" She said, walking out. I followed close behind. "And besides you actually look really hot" she said, winking at me.

I laughed. "Don't let JJ hear you say that.."

Her mouth gaped and she hit me on the shoulder.

"Okay, we're ready" Emily said, as we walked back in to the room.

The others gawked at my outfit, never expecting to see me in something like it, even Hotch raised his eyebrows momentarily.

"Damn, pretty girl" Garcia said from the computer.

"Thanks Penny" I smiled. "Where's..Spencer...or Reid, sorry.." I asked.

"Oh he's just coming we gave him something to wear aswell" Hotch said, pointing to the door.

Spencer walked in, he wore a black jacket with matching trousers and a white shirt, with a number of the buttons undone. His hair a little less styled than before, and a bit messier.

I felt the blood rush to my cheeks in a frenzy, and the fabric around my chest got a little tighter.

"Sorry, I know what time the unsub gets to the casino and I didn't have time to do my hair..." he said, fiddling with a number of strands.

Too flustered to speak, I just did the first thing I thought of. I walked over and ruffled his hair up more. "You look beautiful." I said, and walked out immediately.

My eyes were popped out of my head as I walked away, the team following close behind me.

Morgan began walking next to me. "What was that?" He giggled.

"Derek." I warned, my blush still hadn't faded from when Spencer walked in.

SPENCER'S POV

"Sorry, I know what time the unsub gets to the casino and I didn't have time to do my hair..." I said, trying my best to fix it.

That's when my heart stopped. Y/n walked over, in a dress I'd never imagine her in. I'm sure she wouldn't have put herself in the dress either, but that's not to deny how beautiful she looked.

Sure, her persona for tonight was: 'flirt with and rub up the guy with the most money' (our unsub) but she looked like an angel to me.

"Reid!" Garcia snapped me out of my thoughts from her spot on the computer.

"Go! Everyone left with Y/n when she walked past you" she said, smirking. She disappeared off the screen and I scurried out of the room, catching up with everyone.

Y/N'S POV

"Here are your ear peices, they're small enough so no one will notice." Hotch said.

I put mine in, as did Spencer.

"Okay, Y/n you go inside first, all you need to do is steal his phone, it should be in the inside pocket of his blazer.." Hotch said.

"So my pick-pocketing childhood has payed off.." I said, jokingly.

I made my way inside the casino and let myself settle in. I'm here to find a man with a big prize pot. A specific man anyway.

I wandered from one end of the casino to the other latching onto winners of games until I finally noticed the unsub sat at a poker table.

I looked behind me, noticing Spencer just entering the casino. He saw me, we locked eyes. I reluctantly teared mine away and went and stood behind the unsub.

"Well isn't that a bad hand? Surely you should fold.." I said, looking down at the straight in his hand.

"Call." said the others at the table.

The unsub looked up at me and smirked as he showed the dealer his straight, winning the pot. He handed me a bill. "Why don't you go get us some drinks for the next game sweetheart? A scotch for me if you don't mind.." he said.

I made sure to be overly touchy. "Sure thing" I said, strutting away.

I made my way over to the bar, where Spencer was. "Can I have a lemonade and a Scotch please?" I said, making sure to not drop the act I'd put on.

"Is that Poker over there?" Spencer spoke up.

I faced him. "It sure is, takes a lot of luck.." I said, walking off with the drinks.

Spencer followed. "Or intelligence." he said, beating me to the table and sitting down.

I passed the unsub his drink and we clinked glasses.

The dealer dealt everyone their cards, including Spencer this time around.

Everyone took a brief look at thier cards, and each man tapped the table. They all called.

The dealer flipped over the three cards, resulting in two of the men to fold, the only ones in the game now were the unsub and Spencer.

"C'mon baby, you got this.." I whispered, not so quitely in the unsub's ear, running my hands in and out of his blazer, passing off as just really horny. The game continued as I felt up this little freak until I eventually felt the phone and managed to slip it out, unnoticed.

"I'll raise.." the unsub said, throwing in an abundance of chips.

I looked up at Spencer, trying to tell him that he could fold already as I had the phone.

Instead, he watched me fiddle with the collar of the unsub's blazer.

He said nothing, and just placed the chips in, seeing the unsub's raise.

"Okay, cards?" the dealer asked.

The unsub layed his cards down. "Full House.." the unsub said, smiling.

Spencer didn't even look at the dealer as he placed his cards down, his eyes were glued to mine. "Royal Flush.." he said, his head tilted slightly.

I of course had to keep up my act, so while running my hands down his arms, I slowly walked away from the unsub and over to Spencer, wrapping my hands around him this time.

"Well aren't you lucky?" I said.

He faced me. "It's all maths really" he said, placing his hand over mine as it layed on his chest.

"What do you say I cash in these chips and we...get ourselves outta here" he said, standing up, and turning to face me, his hands snaking around my waist.

I bit my tongue and further closed the gap between us. "Okay" I said. At this point I didn't even need to act turned on. I was.

SPENCER'S POV

We walked, arms linked over to the cashier and exchanged the chips I had for the money.

"You won big tonight didn't you, son?" The cashier said, gathering the bands. I looked at Y/n, examining every inch of her perfect skin.

"I did.."

We made our way out of the casino, and walked down the road a little, before hustling into the SUV.

"Y/n you got the phone didn't you?" Hotch said, his angry eyes not leaving mine until she pulled it out.

"Oh but of course Agent Hotchner" she said, passing it to him.

I faced her again, the dim light in the SUV glowing down on her like she was the center of the universe..well...she was the center of mine anyway.

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py-dreamer · 4 months

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me: i'm gonna work on one of my already existing aus!

This mofo: psst pssst hey...

Me: what...?

This mofo: what if...there was a corpse bride spicynoodles au...?

Me: I swear one of those already exists

This MOFO: Yea...but what about using the chinese wedding aesthetic?

Me: tempting but....

Life: Hey! Here's some brushes that utilises patterns traditionally used in decoration for chinese festivals!

Me:......f*ck it.

here's a version sans the veil so you can see mk's beautiful deteriorating face! <3

Yea so I made a corpse bride au....

I WAS going to work on another shenanigans in space piece but then i found those brushes and an old sketch and decided to just wing it.

So Mk=Emily and Red Son=Victor

In all honesty, the brushes were an absolute joy to work with and I really look forward to using them in future!

I know technically speaking, it was the wedding rehearsal so RS shouldn't be in his wedding outfit but I couldn't resist

No glasses for this lad. Not on his wedding. I refuse.

The little letter on both their outfits is a character that means togetherness I believe, commonly used in weddings.

Patterns on the bottom for mountains and such since his family has always kinda lived on mountains (heck, they had one of their very on in jttw)

TINY FLOWERS IN HAIR AND DELICATE JEWELLERY ON EARS! YES!!!

Not much else to say about the guy, I am really pleased with his design :)

MK! Ooo boy...

His color pallette was difficult to work with, I ended up color picking from lbd, possessed wukong and Emily herself

I wanted to go for more of a clouds theme and stars (flowers of course cause, wedding. Duh) and had to resist bringing him out cause it is a plot point that all of mk's jewels were stolen.

Also no headband. I don't know if he'd wear it to his wedding but in this au, he doesn't for the time being.

Cultural references!

If anyone remembers that tumblr thread bout mulan's drag name 'hua ping' being slang for a twink this is similar.

Another slang for gayness is cut sleeve (there's a whole ass story bout a gay emperor and his boyfriend) but anyways since Emily's arm was rotting away there, I thought it appropriate. (Tied in with that rip up to his thigh in the robe, I think you get the picture lol)

For anyone drawing a hanfu or traditional Chinese clothing in general, it's meant to be folded right over left (see red son for reference),the other way round is for the dead. And I thought that be a fun detail as well as the white robe being used for the dead as opposed to the red one for celebration

anyway that's all I can think of for now, I'm going to bed before I get yelled at :D

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Home is where your heart is set in stone - Aaron Hotchner

We all know I'm a sucker for stories with a focus on undercover operation, so I had to write one with Aaron. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: It's been weeks since their unsub has almost killed the reader, and now she's forced to join her boss on an undercover operation, as his wife. And yet it doesn't take long for her feelings to push her closer to the man she had always been crushing on.

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f), p in v, age gap, typical CM violence, mentions passing out due to choking, gun violence, colleagues to lovers

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader (about 4k words)

Divider by @firefly-graphics

“How long?” Her eyes flickered between Aaron and Emily, wondering how she had ended up in this very situation. Just moments ago she had been called to his office, wondering why he and Emily wanted to speak with her without the rest of the team around.

“At least two weeks, give or take a few days.” Aaron spoke calmly, keeping his voice emotionless as he studied her every expression tugging on her features.

“Why me?” She had been asked to join Aaron on an undercover operation, filling in as his wife, taking on the role of the young woman that had fallen for a wealthy older man – a stereotypical story (y/n) had a hard time wrapping her head around. It wasn’t that she couldn’t see herself falling for Aaron, she had been crushing on him since she had joined the team, and yet she had a hard time giving into this very storyline.

“You know why, (y/n). He knows you, he was close to getting you last time, he’ll try again if he gets the chance, and you fit his profile, you’re young enough to sell it to the neighbours.” Shudders ran down her spine as (y/n) thought back to the day she had almost been killed by their unsub, struggling to keep breathing through the memories rolling upon her like a thunderstorm breaking the night. “If you’re willing to do it, we’ll tell the others about it. Take some time to think it through, I know it’s-”

Emily was interrupted by the “No” spilling from (y/n)’s lips, clearing her throat before she kept on speaking. “I’ll do it, it’s time we finally catch him.”

“Good, thank you, (y/n).”

It was still dark out by the time (y/n) left her apartment, smiling at Aaron who had been waiting for her near his car. Wordlessly he took her bags and put them in the trunk before he started the car, eyes finding hers.

“Are you ready?” Aaron’s voice was still rough, clearly he wasn’t quite awake just yet, struggling to let go of sleep’s warm embrace, just like (y/n). It took her a moment to reply, gaze flickering back to her apartment, taking it in for the last time in days.

“Yes, let’s do this.” For a few minutes they were surrounded by nothing but silence, wrapped around them like a comforting blanket. She had been dreading this very moment for weeks, unsure if she was prepared to take on the role of Aaron’s wife for weeks on end, hoping that her crush on her boss won’t interfere with this very situation.

“I hope you didn’t feel too pressured to say yes to this, I can only imagine how uncomfortable this makes you feel.” Aaron’s eyes found hers, taking in the confused expression she wore, not understanding what he was talking about. “Acting as if you’re in love with me, your boss, I know it’s probably not easy, but I promise I’ll do my best to keep my distance when we’re alone.”

“Aaron, no,” a small chuckle rumbled through (y/n), reaching for his hand before she could stop herself. Gently she squeezed his hand, smiling at the man she had been dreaming of for months, trying to imagine what a life with him may look like. “You don’t make me uncomfortable, and neither does this relationship we are taking on. I’m feeling a bit uneasy about being this close to him, that’s all.”

(Y/n) could still remember the first time she had crossed paths with their unsub, she had been the first to arrive at the house he had bought to hide his victims, forced to live in his basement as he played sickening games with them.

“Well, look at that, agent (y/n).” The man’s voice echoed through the dark house, ringing in her ears as if he was screaming. She couldn’t see him, had to force herself to ignore the commands Aaron screamed, rumbling through her earbud. (Y/n) should have waited for the others to arrive, and yet she had been drawn to the house, hoping that she’ll be able to free the girls that have probably lost all hope.

“You’re even prettier in person, it’s a shame we can’t spend any more time together today.” She took a step forward, urged on by the panic filling her veins, he couldn’t slip through their fingers once again. Suddenly she felt a hand grasping her throat, forcing her against the nearest wall.

The man’s breath teased her skin, staring down on her with a smirk tugging on his lips, “Perhaps I should take you with me, I'm sure your boss wouldn’t mind sharing you with me.” Her body worked on instinct, trying to push him away, and yet she didn’t get far, his hand tightened its grip on her throat, cutting off her airstream.

Her vision grew blurry, struggling to focus on the unsub, she’d pass out any moment now. “We’ll meet again, (y/n), and then we’ll be able to spend enough time together, I promise.”

Aaron squeezed her hand, forcing (y/n) to let go of the memories that have tormented her for the past weeks. She could still remember Aaron’s panicked voice echoing through the air as she had woken with a gasp, staring at her boss with wide eyes. It had taken them a while to let go of this situation – not without Aaron scolding her for being so reckless – and yet (y/n) still cursed herself for freezing when she could have taken him down.

“I won’t let him hurt you, I promise, I’ll be there, for every step of the way.” Aaron gently whispered his words, hoping that (y/n) knew she could trust him, able to rely on the man that stared at her as if she was the only star burning out on the dark firmament – even though she was all too oblivious to notice.

“We should probably make rounds and introduce ourselves tomorrow, don’t you think?” (Y/n)’s voice filled the living room of the house they were staring in, eyes focused on the big windows. A few others were living around them, couples the team has researched for the past days, trying to get their hands on as much information as possible. They could only guess that he was living in one of those houses, and yet while they knew that he wasn’t staying in the house, they hoped that the others would share some more information the second they gained their trust.

“Yes, I’ll go for a run in the morning, maybe I’ll meet a few of our neighbours.” A giggle left (y/n), murmuring a soft “Always the ambitious one” as she took a sip of her drink, making herself comfortable on the chair that offered a clear view onto the nearby houses. Aaron sat down next to her, keeping his distance as he thumped through the files, rereading the information both knew by heart.

“You can go to bed, you know. I don’t mind doing the first few hours.” (Y/n) could only shake her head, she was way too riled up, too nervous to give into sleep’s call just yet. She was desperate for some kind of distraction, unsure if she’d be able to find any sleep at all in a bed she’ll share with Aaron.

“No, I won’t be able to sleep just yet.” A deep sigh left her, eyes wandering back to the street. It had been months since her last undercover mission, months since she had been forced to observe neighbours, cars passing by and the whispers those living in a gated community shared. This wasn’t the type of lifestyle she was comfortable with, unsure how she’ll manage to come across as a woman used to living in wealth, spoiled by her rich husband.

“We could go through our story again. Do you remember it?” He spoke all too soft, something (y/n) wasn’t used to, unsure why he was acting so different around her. It took her a moment to reply, struggling to stop her thoughts from circling around Aaron.

“We met three years ago, when I applied for a job as your secretary. You asked me out after two months, and soon after we started dating. We got engaged last year and tied the knot this summer.” The words rolled off her tongue all too effortlessly, and even though (y/n) couldn't help but feel annoyed with a stereotypical storyline like this, she found comfort in the thought of a life shared with Aaron. She was in deep, about to drown in the ocean of lies she was swimming through, lured further into the depth of the darkness by the sirens mimicking Aaron’s call.

“Are you comfortable with bodycontact?” The unexpected question rumbled through Aaron, forcing (y/n) to choke on her drink.

“Uhm, yes, it would be unnatural if we wouldn’t kiss I guess.” Fuck, kissing Aaron was something she wasn’t prepared for, well aware that her heart would skip beats the second their lips touched for the first time.

It had taken the two a few days to introduce themselves to all their neighbours, hoping that they’ll eventually share more details about their unsub. Time was fleeting, they could only pray that they’ll be able to interfere before another girl fell into his trap, forced into his basement.

“Do you have the wine?” Both had been invited to their neighbours for dinner, allowed to join their weekly get together. She felt Aaron’s eyes on her, taking in the dress she was wearing, the lipstick gracing her lips, a small smile tugged on her lips as their eyes met in the bathroom mirror, allowing (y/n) to take in the dress shirt he was wearing, perfectly hugging his frame.

Aaron took a step closer, hand finding her hip, lips meeting the exposed part of her neck, “You look gorgeous.” In the past few days they’ve grown closer, perfectly taking on the roles of a loving husband and wife, sharing kisses whenever neighbours were around, putting on a show for those that were too nosy for their own good.

“You look quite nice yourself.” She turned around in his grasp, facing her smiling boss. Her heart was pounding in her chest, forcing heat through her system, a biting heat threatening to burn her from inside out, leaving its marks on her body. Marks she hoped Aaron would leave, wanting to feel his lips pressed against hers even behind closed doors.

“Come, we shouldn’t let them wait.” Wordlessly (y/n) followed him out of their house, across the street to their neighbours home, putting on a smile as they knocked on the door.

“Welcome, come on in!” Janice opened the door for the two of them, giggling at Aaron as he greeted her all too warmly, well aware of the way the married woman kept staring at him whenever they’d cross paths. Nevertheless, Aaron didn’t let go of (y/n)’s hand once, not as Janice’s husband greeted them, not as they sat down next to the others living closeby.

(Y/n) had a hard time focusing on the conversation Aaron had been dragged into, mind circling around the feeling of his hand being placed on her thigh. With every passing moment, his hand moved further up her leg, squeezing her skin to calm her down, and yet his touch did everything but calm her. His touch left the fire burning in her veins, leaving her to pray that the others didn’t notice the things he was making her feel.

“(Y/n), tell us, how did you manage to catch his attention?” Janice’s voice ripped her out of her thoughts, eyes flickering up to meet the smirk the women staring at her wore on their lips. She tensed in her seat, seemingly feeling uncomfortable with the tone of her neighbours voice, well aware that they were trying to rile her up.

“Trust me, she didn’t have to do anything, I found myself falling for her the second she introduced herself to me.” Aaron let go of her thigh, only to place his arm on the back of her chair, keeping her as close as possible. Chuckles filled the air, a sound all too fake, and yet (y/n) found herself silently thanking Aaron, hoping that the others will leave her alone.

“We’d all fall in love if we had a secretary like (y/n).” Another wave of uncomfortableness flushed through (y/n) at the words Janice’s husband spoke, forcing laughs from the other men. She didn’t pay attention to Aaron’s snarky reply, didn’t pay attention to the sudden change of the conversation topic, rising from her seat with a small “Excuse me”.

The dark bathroom she found shelter in offered little comfort, and yet (y/n) knew that she’d struggle to find her way back to the dining room. Deep breaths were sucked into her lungs, eyes fluttering close as she sat down on the rim of the bathtub.

“(Y/n)?” Aaron’s voice broke the silence she had cherished, eyes meeting his, watching the tall man step into the bathroom. “Are you alright? I’m sorry about them.” His hand found hers, forcing her to keep on staring at him.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, I’ll be down in a minute.” He didn’t let go of her, pulled her to her feet before she could process what he was doing. Aaron’s warm hand reached for her chin, studying her for a second before he slowly pressed his lips against hers. The kiss was sweet, and yet it was urged on by something she hadn’t felt in years. Possessiveness, forcing her closer and closer with his hand squeezing her waist.

“Hearing them speak about you like that, I,” Aaron was interrupted by another hungry kiss pressed against his lips, successfully shutting him up. He was the distraction she had been desperate for, urged closer like magnets finding one another. It felt as if the world around them was burning to the ground, wrapping them in a comforting embrace neither (y/n) nor Aaron wanted to break from. “Come, let’s get you home.”

Anticipation thumped through her veins, wondering what may happen the second they’ll enter their home. Aaron guided her back downstairs, murmuring a soft “I’ll be with you in a minute” before he disappeared. Trembling legs carried her back to their house, not able to bite down her smile as she stepped into the darkness awaiting her. She felt like a teenager, excited about spending her night with her crush, wondering if the things she had imagined would finally happen.

“Good evening, (y/n).” She froze, head snapping towards the man who was leaning against the doorframe of the door leading to the living room. “Look at you, red is definitely your colour, twirl for me, will you?”

Almost instinctively she tried to reach for her gun, cursing herself as she was met with nothing but air. His chuckles rumbled through him, hand suddenly shooting out to reach for her frame before (y/n) could even think about running, “This feels like a deja-vu, don’t you think, sweetheart?”

She was pressed against his chest, tensing as she felt the cold metal of his gun being pressed against her temple. All her panicked eyes could do was watch Aaron approach through the windows, praying that they’ll somehow make it out of this situation.

“There he is, we were waiting for you, agent.” The door fell shut with a heavy thud and for a second the three of them were surrounded by nothing but silence. Aaron’s eyes met hers, wordlessly trying to communicate with (y/n), wondering if he had hurt her. She didn’t dare move, praying to whoever was listening that her life won’t end there and then.

“Let her go, Jeffrey.” Her eyes flickered down to Aaron’s hand, his fingers were twitching, clearly trying to reach for something without the unsub noticing. “You won’t kill her, you’re too fascinated by her, aren’t you?”

“Just like you are, Aaron, we both know that you love her. It’s almost sad that you won’t be able to be with her. She’s mine, and I don’t like sharing.” The man tilted his head down, breath teasing her neck, murmuring the last part of his sentence into her ear. It was just a second the unsub found himself distracted, a second Aaron used to pull his gun, aiming it at the chuckling man. “You won’t be able to save her, not today.”

“Let my agent go, now.” The unsub cocked his gun, pressing it further into her skin, coaxing a whimper from (y/n). Her eyes fluttered close, trying to prepare herself for the upcoming moments, the pain that will shoot through her, the last drops of air her burning lungs will cling to like a crying child searching for its mother.

“I can’t do that, Aaron, she was meant to be with me.” He tightened his grip on her, forcing (y/n)’s glassy eyes open once again. She stared at Aaron, eyebrows furrowed as she almost missed the small nod sent her way. It had been months since he had last used their sign, months since she had found herself in a situation like this, nevertheless, her body forced her to move. With a deep breath inhaled into her lungs, (y/n) knocked her head back against his, using the unsubs’s moment of surprise to give Aaron enough room to shoot him, letting go of (y/n).

“If there was one man I was meant to be with, it is him, and definitely not you.”

“Thank you for letting me stay the night” Her voice filled the car, staring straight ahead as Aaron parked the car in front of his house. Her body was still working on adrenaline, focused on the past hours, the silent prayers rumbling through her and the pained expression tugging on Aaron’s features.

“Of course, I’ll sleep better knowing you’re safe.” He guided her inside, glad that Jack was with Jessica, allowing the two to let go of this very day. Their bags found their way to the ground the second (y/n) pushed herself against Aaron’s chest, deeply inhaling his comforting scent. He kept holding her close, not daring to let her go, not even as he reached for her chin, pulling her in for another bruising kiss.

“Distract me, please, Aaron.” She murmured the words against his lips, following him down the hallway to his bedroom, gasping in surprise as he pushed her against his mattress. Their lips found back together as if they were guided by a higher power, slowing down the world around them to offer the two of them enough guidance through the soaring waves of pleasure.

“Can I?” His hand toyed with the zipper of her dress, waiting for a small “Yes” to roll off her tongue before he freed her from the confines of her clothes, groaning as his eyes took in the underwear she was wearing, exposing more and more of her body. “So gorgeous, my pretty girl.”

His praises left her moaning, trying to push her closer in need of some kind of friction. Aaron shifted his hips, growing bulge coming in contact with her core, drawing a groan from both of them. Trembling hands helped him out of his shirt, fingertips tracing his skin on their way to his trousers. Their lips met every now and then for a hungry kiss, bridging the moments when their hands worked on the pieces of clothing clinging to their bodies.

(Y/n) was craving his touch, head thrown back in pleasure as Aaron’s mouth moved to her chest, sucking on the warm skin, leaving marks. He found her hardening nipples, showing each some love as he squeezed them in his big hands. Her whimpers urged him on to make his way down further, eyes flickering up to meet hers to watch her every reaction.

“I need to taste you, fuck, I’ve been dreaming of doing so for months. Will you let me?” What sounded like a sob clawed through (y/n), forcing a chuckle out of Aaron that almost drowned out the desperate “Please” leaving her. She struggled to keep her legs open for him, eyes fluttering close as Aaron brushed his fingers through her slit, collecting her drops of arousal. “All for me?”

“Yes, fuck, just for you.” Aaron sucked on her bundle of nerves, drawing another whine from her lips, forcing her hands to tighten their grip on the covers. He knew exactly how to touch her, how to take her mind off the past hours and the anxiety trembling through her body like an earthquake threatening to force the walls she had built around herself to the ground.

Two of his fingers pushed into her tightness, spreading her walls with ease, fucking her closer and closer to her high. His eyes didn’t dare leave her pleasure drunken features, watching her teeth leave marks on her lower lip, trying to keep her moans bottled inside. Aaron kept lapping at her clit, feeling her walls flutter around his fingers as the first orgasm of the night wrecked through her, forcing her to call out his name.

Aaron moved back up her body, kissing her so she could taste herself on his tongue. He reached for a condom, rolled it down his twitching cock and aligned himself with her heat. No further words were shared between the two lovers as he pushed into her, allowing her walls to swallow every inch. She choked on her moans, feeling fuller than ever before, struggling to adjust to him.

“Fuck, are you alright, love?” (Y/n) needed a few moments, eyes struggling to open as her legs found their way around his hips, drawing him in even closer.

“Yes, just fuck me, please, Aaron.” His hips met hers over and over again, forcing his cock deeper inside of her. Praises rolled off Aaron’s tongue, words she could barely focus on as her cries clawed through her, hoping that this moment would never end. Aaron rolled his hips against hers, addicted to the sweet sounds she produced, begging him to leave his marks.

“Taking me so well, doing so good for me.” Her mind was fogged up by the clouds of pleasure he pushed through her, unable to express what he was making her feel. Soon she’d cum again, soon she'd let go with her fingernails clawed into his skin and her lips finding his. Better than any dream she had been clinging to.

Aaron’s fingers moved back down to her clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves, desperate to push her further towards the edge. Her vision was blurred, head dizzy, unable to focus on anything but her arising high. Their lips met seconds before she let go, moaning Aaron’s name as her orgasm rocked through her.

He followed her down the edge, releasing himself into the condom with a groan clawing through him. She trembled beneath him, not wanting to break from the moment as Aaron slipped out of her, coming to rest next to her. He left the room, only to reappear with a warm towel, wordlessly cleaning her up with his lips finding hers every now and then.

Only as he pulled her back into his chest did she dare to speak up, tired eyes set on his coffee coloured ones, “I meant what I said back then, I don’t want to be with anybody but you.”

“As if I’d ever let you go again, love.”

#Aaron Hotchner smut #Aaron Hotch imagine #aaron hotchner x reader

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Emily Prentiss SFW Alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

She’s a softie at heart, but has to know you first, has to trust you, and a lot of her intimate affection is in private. She’ll hold your hand, kiss your cheek, actually kiss you, and those little moments in public, but her true affection comes out once you’re home, cuddling into you on the couch. And she’s not always going to be the big spoon, sometimes she’s gonna bury into your arms, especially after a long or heavy case, all she wants is to be held by you, nestled in her favourite place in the world.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

She’s gonna be a really good friend, especially a best friend. She’s always gonna instigate some chaos, teasing you in the best way possible and urging you to make bad decisions that will likely turn into good decisions. But she’s also gonna be there to hug you and tell you it’s gonna be okay, and also threaten to go punch whoever hurt you.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

She adores it. Both cuddling you and being cuddled. Again, especially after a heavy case she’s gonna come home to you and the first thing she needs is to launch into your arms, relaxing into your body as she grounds herself, feeling safe and loved while she reminds herself that there’s always something to come home to after a case like that. She loves the way you hold her tight, fingers toying with her hair until she’s fully relaxed and turns her head up to you with a soft smile on her face, telling you how much she loves you.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Domesticity is something that she has longed for for a long time. She wants to settle down, she aches for someone to come home to at the end of every day and especially at the end of every case, knowing that there’s good in the world and someone who loves her. She’s decent at cooking and cleaning, she can handle the basics, but does rely on takeout more often than not.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Honestly, I could see Emily ghosting someone. She doesn’t really know how to deal with complex feelings especially when it comes to these types of relationships. She’s not sure what to say and doesn’t want to hurt you, so it can be pretty awkward. But if she does truly care about you, she’s going to do it in person and do her best to be gentle.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

She can be hesitant about it. She knows the job is a lot and she’s seen so many relationships and marriages struggle with fellow agents and lowkey wants you to have an out if you ever want it and that’s easier if you’re not legally tied to each other. However! she does want to get married, she wants someone to come home to, she loves the intimacy of it, knowing someone on that level, it just takes her a little bit more time to adjust to it. She’s got a lot of baggage and a lot of history that she feels you need to know before you trust each other on that level. G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

While she can be a little bit brash, she is also incredibly gentle. When she’s with people she trusts, she lets them see a whole other side to her, both physically and emotionally. She lets herself be vulnerable when she’s with the person she loves most. Though that doesn’t mean she shy’s away from a little bit of physical punishment when it comes to fun times in the bedroom.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Her hugs are tight and incredibly soft in the same moment. They’re full of love and support without having to say a single word. She’s not the biggest hugger, it’s not daily, but she loves and hugs her friends on a regular basis and she adores getting to wrap you in her arms. I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Even if she feels it soon, she’s going to hold back. She wants to make sure that you feel the same, that the sentiment is going to be returned before she admits it.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Her jealous is what makes your relationship fun. If you’re out one night and someone starts flirting with you, she’s gonna wrap an arm around you, placing little kisses onto your neck to make sure everyone knows you’re hers. If she’s not out with you, or viewing from a far, she’s going to remind you who you belong to the moment you get home K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Her kisses are deep, like fucking fire, ones that make your eyes roll back in your head. It doesn’t matter if it’s a quick peck on the way out the door or the longest makeout session you’ve had in a long time, every kiss with Emily drives you absolutely wild

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

She’s great with kids. We see her with multiple of them over the years and at first, she very much yearns for her own, she wants the stability of a life she never got while growing up. However over the years she realizes that she not only doesn’t want to be the mother she had (prioritizing work over family) but that her career doesn’t really work with kids. She’s long come to terms with the fact that she doesn’t want them anymore, that it would endanger them in the long run.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Weekday mornings are quick, if you work similar hours it’s a get up, shower, get ready, eat a quick breakfast and a soft kiss goodbye on the way out the door. Weekends are much preferred, getting to sleep in a little bit, laze around in bed with some snuggles and most likely some morning sex. Breakfast is more luxury, perhaps eating in bed or tangled on the couch while catching up on shows.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Fridays or Saturdays are going to be date night. Whether that means take out on the couch or going out to a nice restaurant, it’s date night. Emily always make sure to have at least one date night per week, especially when she’s overloaded at work with cases. During the week, and honestly sometimes Sunday too, evenings include the two of you curled up on the couch and she will very likely still be catching up on work, paperwork or reviewing case files with the tv on in the background, or just a quiet playlist while you read. You always insist she takes breaks, massaging her hands and wrists to help with the cramps you know she’ll get otherwise.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Besties I cannot help but laugh a bit at this one when it comes to Emily Prentiss. Like, she has SO much to unpack she’s definitely not going to sit you down and say it all at once. And knowing her, it’s going to come up randomly, and half the time she’s going to be making a joke of herself meanwhile you’re giving her an absolutely horrified look, but like, that’s just her and the way she copes. Things start to come out after a nightmare or two, she’s hesitant, doesn’t want to freak you out or make you worry, so she’s probably going to leave a lot of it unsaid P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

She’s pretty patient and can hide it easily. She’s one of the ones who will bundle it up and save it for a situation at work where it’s needed. It’s more frustration, or annoyance that she’ll let out a huff, give you a *look* and you just know. This is especially common if you’ve decided to brat it up.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

She’s somewhere in the middle. She does a decent job of remembering details, she knows your coffee order, your favourite foods, preferred drinks. When it comes to birthdays, anniversaries and the like she’ll always make sure to have them on the calendar since she’s already pretty busy and the days definitely blend together a bit. R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

It’s gonna be something incredibly soft and sappy that always makes her smile no matter what. Something as trivial as doing the dishes together one night ending up having a soap bubble fight in the kitchen and it being the moment she realized she was in love with you, that making you laugh was what she wanted to do for the rest of her life.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) She’s incredibly protective. Especially when it comes to her line of work and her history. She never wants you to be exposed to that side of her life/have that kind of trauma happen to you and will do everything in her power to keep you safe. She’s gonna make sure you know how to take care of yourself when she’s not around, make sure you have a security system and the like.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

I think she’s one that will try to overcompensate when it comes to dates and big things because she knows her workload is more than the average one, and she’s out of town a lot for work. So when she does get to see you, she’s always going to make an effort, even if that does just happen to be showing up with your favourite takeout and flowers on a random Tuesday night. She knows the strain being in the BAU can put on relationships and wants to try to make that not happen with yours. I also like to think that she always picks up something for you when she’s out of town, but something super cheap. Like, she steals the body lotion from the hotel she stays in for you. Like, you don’t even use it, there’s just a giant collection in your bathroom, but it’s the thought and cuteness of it that you simply adore.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Do I even need to delve into this one? LOL. Has a tendency to disappear into her work, even if she’s not reading a case file, she’s supposed to be watching a movie with you and instead is lost in her head trying to figure out a case. Also has a terrible habit of profiling you without even realizing she’s doing it.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not overly, but also does make sure that she looks good when going out. Unless it’s just a run to the corner store, then there’s no fucks given, sweatpants and a frump bun is completely acceptable. She keeps herself healthy but isn’t going to have any work done.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

She is her own woman and feels complete with just herself. She’s gotten used to being alone over the years and is so married to the job that she doesn’t really feel the need for a partner most of the time. She’s fiercely independent too. Though she is also the world’s biggest softie and absolutely loves and adores you and knows that she wants you in her life forever. X = Xtra (A random head canon for them.)

Has a couple of strategically placed tattoos and definitely had her nipples pierced at one point in her life. Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

She doesn’t have time for unreliable people, dishonesty, people with no drive or ambition.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

She absolutely is on some kind of medication, whether it be melatonin, a thc gummy before bed, or like, actual medication for insomnia because you cannot tell me that homegirl is able to sleep properly at night. She likes to wind down with a drink and something mindless and lighthearted like Simpsons or South Park before bed to help distract her from the horrors they deal with at work all the time. Bonus points for snuggles.

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#emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #criminal minds #emily prentiss head canon #emily prentiss sfw #emily prentiss fanfiction

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jerzwriter · 15 days

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Choices Fandom Acts of Kindness - April 2024

Hello @moominofthevalley ! I am your secret pal for the @choicesfandomappreciation Acts of Kindness event. After driving relatives around to see the cherry blossoms last week, I thought this would be the perfect spring day for Trystan and Emily. But it's not all hearts and flowers; it comes with a bit of sarcasm, too. I truly hope you enjoy this, I always get nervous writing other characters, but I hope it fits! (This is some serious fluff! lol) Thanks so much for being such a kind and supportive member of the fandom—I'm so glad you're here! 🩷🩷

Spring's Eternal

Book: Crimes of Passion

Pairing: m!Trystan Thorne x f!MC (Emily Rose)

Rating: Teen

Words: 700

Emily attempted to hide the grimace on her face as she looked at her watch. It was 6:35, and she was more than ready to go home. Her aching feet would provide the perfect excuse, but that would require admitting Trystan was right about wearing more comfortable shoes, and she was not about to give him that.

"Trystan!" she hollered, but he had already taken off. Bolting ahead with the excitement of a child who had just spotted a candy display.

In some ways, he had. The city was coming to life after its long winter slumber. Flowers seemed to pop up everywhere, dotting the cityscape with vibrant bursts of yellow, purple, pink, and blue. New York was nature's canvas, and even the most jaded native had to admit... this artist had created a masterpiece.

Its crown jewels were the cherry blossoms in Central Park, and that's where Emily thought they were heading when they headed out at the crack of dawn. But, no. Trystan insisted on starting on the Lower West Side and meandering the length of Manhattan Island until they reached the crowning glory.

Emily walked as fast as her sore legs could take her; her enthusiasm for the beautiful blossoms had diminished somewhere around Rockefeller Center, but not Trystan. Trystan spun around, camera hung around his neck, taking shot after shot after shot. She couldn't help but roll her eyes as she approached him; the goofy grin on his face was priceless. No matter how much she wanted to go home, she wasn't about to deny him this, but that didn't mean she wouldn't tease him.

"Trystan Thorne," she huffed upon approach. "Do you understand that we live here? You're not a tourist; you don't have to take a million pictures to ensure you remember this all."

"Ah, but I do," he grinned. "We live in New York all year round, but these delightful pink treasures are here for a very short time, and I want to remember them."

Emily chuckled in spite of herself. She had to admit that Trystan's zeal and enthusiasm were softening this tough detective's edges, even if she didn't fully understand why.

"I don't get it. You've lived in New York for how many years? Yet you're acting like you're seeing spring in the city for the very first time."

"I am," he said, looping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her near. "After all, it's the first time I'm seeing it with you, and that makes everything immeasurably more beautiful than it was before."

Emily wrapped her arms around his waist, nuzzling her face against his body as she held him close. The moment was precious, and she craved the closeness, but there was more: she didn't want him to see the full effect of his words.

"Trystan, you need to stop this. I have a reputation to uphold, and you're doing all you can to erase it. I won't have it."

"Don't worry," he laughed, stopping to place a kiss upon her head. "You're reputation will still be firmly intact, and I'll defend it to the fullest. People will believe it too because the softer side of Emily Rose... that's something reserved for those closest to you, and this year, I'm so happy that includes me."

He let out a breath as her hand smacked his chest. "Stop it! Stop it, stop it, stop it! You're going to give me diabetes with all this sweetness."

"Fine," he smiled. "I'll dial it back. Besides, I know you're tired. Would you like to head back home?"

"I did," she said, watching the blue sky melt into a palette of purple and pink. Once more, nature put on a show for free. The air was beginning to take on a bit of a chill, but Trystans's embrace kept her warm. The truth was, she wished the moment could linger forever. "I did. But now... I don't want this to end. You're right; spring is entirely too short, and we should enjoy it."

"It is, but it's going to be a little longer this year."

"It is?"

"Sure is, spring's eternal now. I have it whenever I'm with you."

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(I imagine about a week later, on a cold, rainy day, Trystan gave Emily the collage he created (above). She hung it on the wall in her bedroom, and though the skies were grey outside, spring was eternal... it lived in their hearts.)

#crimes of passion #trystan thorne #trystan thorne x f!mc #trystan x emily #moominofthevalley #choices fandom appreciation #spring kindness week

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iamnotoriginalphil · 1 year

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Please (Alex Blake x f!Reader)

Synopsis: Alex hears something you didn't think she would, and decides to confront you

Words: 3k

Warnings: 18+, smut, praise kink, swearing, begging, dom!Alex

Alex Blake was the bane of your existence. Ever since she’d join the BAU you’d been doing your best to keep it inside, to not show her how much you despised her, to not snap at her. You weren’t always successful at that.

She was infuriating. Nothing but smart and capable and so stupidly organised it set your teeth on edge. The perfect agent. And often the one partnered up with you since you were the one missing your partner.

You missed Emily.

Sometime it was like a physical ache, the way the hole she left behind was there. Alex was trying to fit in to it. Forcing herself into the hole. Making everyone forget Emily. Trying to win you over when she was nothing but her replacement.

She would never be Emily.

None of which explained the way your dreams seemed to turn that anger into something else. Still passionate, still fiery, but instead of shouted words it was nothing but screaming her name. So often you woke up able to taste her on your tongue, gasping her name as she drew you closer to becoming undone. It made it hard to look at her those days.

And if sometimes your hand wandered when you were alone at night to the images your brain conjured up, then that was something between you and God.

But now, on a case out in California, you were discovering a new level of hell to Alex Blake. Sharing a room with her was going to kill you. Her side of the room looked as if no one was living there, neat and tidy, and so perfect it set your teeth on edge. In comparison your side was a mess of files and clothes and your bed unmade.

“You’re humming,” she said, into what you considered to be silence.

“Am not,” you replied, not bothering to look up from the file you were reading. Something about it was niggling the back of your brain.

“I can hear you,” she said.

“Then your ears are wrong,” she said.

“There is nothing wrong with my ears,” she said, “I happen to have excellent hearing.”

“Sure, whatever,” you said. You weren’t going to be goaded into the argument she seemed intent on having.

“Do you think I have hearing issues?” she asked.

“Look, can we not do this tonight? Please?” you requested, chancing a glance in her direction.

“Of course,” she replied. You sighed, looking back to the file, “although you started it.”

You weren’t aware of slamming the file close and turning to glare at her. There was that infuriating curl of the lips, just subtle enough for people to miss but it always made you feel as if she was laughing at you. Or taunting you. One or the other.

“For one night could you not be your insufferable self?” you demanded.

“Interesting choice of word there. Insufferable. Do I make you feel as if you’re suffering?” she asked.

“Pretentious fucker,” you grumbled, turning back to your file.

“If you have that much of a problem with me, why did you agree to share a room with me?” she asked.

“I don’t have a problem with you,” you replied.

“Clearly you do,” she said.

“Alright fine. Yes. I have a problem with you. I can’t stand you. I wish you had never joined our team,” you spat, “happy now?”

“If you hate me so much, why do you moan my name in the shower?” she responded.

“I- what?” Panic began to rise in your chest.

“I have excellent hearing, remember.” That frustrating smirk was back in place.

“I don’t moan your name in the shower,” you replied, “and if I did, it’s probably in anger.”

“’Oh god yes Alex just like that. Fuck. Please Alex’,” she quoted at you.

“I never said that,” you replied, but the words sounded horrifyingly familiar.

“You thought I wasn’t in the room last night when you had your shower,” she replied, “but I came back for a file. You weren’t being quiet.”

“No- I…” Your cheeks were on fire.

“It’s rather flattering.” You watched her legs swing off the bed, standing tall, hips practically swinging as she sauntered over to your bed. You scrabbled back, not wanting her to be anywhere near you.

“You’re delusional,” you spat out.

“It makes me think it’s not the first time you’ve done it, either,” she said, “what were you imagining me doing to you?”

“We’re not doing this,” you said, practically falling off the other side of the bed.

“I think we are,” she said, “you don’t get to be antagonistic towards me in public and then touch yourself to the thoughts of me fucking you in private.”

“So now you’re some kind of pervert?” you demanded.

“No, if I was some kind of pervert I would have come into the bathroom and watched you without you knowing,” she said, “instead I thought I’d do the adult thing and ask you about it.”

“And not the reasonable thing like ignoring it?” you asked.

“Not if I want to hear you moaning my name again,” she said.

“You- what?” Nothing about your evening was going the way you expected it to.

“Well, I rather liked the sound of it,” she said, “and I’ve been wondering exactly what you were imagining me doing to make that sound.”

“Are you asking to have sex with me?” you asked.

“If that’s what you were imagining,” she replied.

“We’re not doing this,” you said, shaking your head, “I hate you.”

“Your body language has always said otherwise,” she said.

“Fucking profilers,” you hissed, “I can’t do this.”

“I’ve thought about it.” That damned smirk again.

“What?”

“I’ve thought about exactly how I’d fuck you. Especially after you’d been so argumentative with me. How I’d bend you over a desk and make you beg. How I’d prove how much you want me. How I’d teach you a lesson.” You couldn’t even look at her, the words making your cheeks flame. “Would you like that?”

You hadn’t noticed her rounding the bed, looking at anything but her. With soft fingers, she guided your face towards her, eyes seeking you out.

“I bet you would.”

You grasped her face, pulling her in for a searing kiss. Her hands settled on your hips, pushing you back until you landed back on your bed, bouncing for a moment. She took a slow step, maintaining eye contact, not letting you look away as rejection curled in your chest. Another step, hands on your knees, pushing them apart as she lent down towards you.

“Oh no, sweet girl, you’re not running this show any more,” she whispered, “I am.”

She kissed you all tongue and teeth and you were reminded of every dream and fantasy you’d had of her. You moaned, reaching towards her. She caught your hands, pinning them down to the bed.

“You’ll keep those there or we stop right now and I won’t start again until you’re standing on my doorstep begging me to fuck you,” she said.

You wanted to fight against her, to touch her, to show her she wasn’t in charge but you could see in her eyes how serious she was. Part of you still wanted to move, just to throw it back in her face that she couldn’t control you, but that would be cutting your nose off to spite your face. You kept your hands in place when she drew hers back.

“Good girl,” she said and you hated the way it sent an instant throb between your legs.

She kissed you again, taking her time to explore your mouth. You whined and you felt the way she smiled, clearly enjoying having you already so needy underneath her. It was a fight to keep from touching her, wanting her to fuck you more than to test her.

With practiced hands, she pulled your shirt over your head, drawing back to look at you. You squirmed under the heat of her gaze. Her fingers trailed over the curve of your breast and you arched up, wanting more. Taking pity on you, she cupped your breast, palming it, making you need to take a shuddering breath.

“So pretty,” she murmured, “can’t wait to see all of you.”

You made a small keening noise in the back of your throat as her thumb found your nipple. She smiled, clearly proud of her accomplishment. Her hand disappeared and you pouted until you felt her unhooking your bra, flinging it aside. Feeling her touch on your bare skin was worth it.

Your head fell back as her lips wrapped around a hardened bud. Your fingers clutched at the sheets beneath you, wishing it was her hair. Heat was coursing through your veins, and her body kept you from being able to press your thighs together as you searched for more friction. She sucked, and you couldn’t stop the moan from falling from your lips.

You were a panting mess by the time she drew back, having given attention to both breasts, long enough to make you ready to beg for more. You pressed your lips together to keep from doing just that, still not wanting to give her the satisfaction.

“How’s that, sweet girl?” she asked, “you’re being so good for me. Don’t want to argue with me?”

“Fuck you, Blake,” you panted.

“Someone’s getting fucked tonight, but it won’t be me, sweetheart,” she replied, that infuriating half smile firmly in place.

“We gonna do that later?” you asked.

“I have so many plans for you,” she said, “but that relies on you continuing to be good, doesn’t it?”

You scoffed but her hand was back on your skin and it was making it hard to think. She was watching you, fingers pinching at your nipple, clearly pleased when a curse fell from your lips. You hated how good she was making you feel. You hated how much she was enjoying you being in this position. You hated how much you wanted her.

“Yes,” you finally hissed, if only to have her touching you more.

“Correct answer.”

Her fingers hooked around the waistband of your jeans, not bothering to undo the button or the zip. She pulled them down your legs, kneeling in front of you. She looked up, her tongue dragging along her bottom lip. Your breath caught from how hot you found the view.

Her lips kissed a hot trail up your thigh, grazing over your panty covered core and down the other thigh to your knee. She sat back on her heels.

“Fuck Blake, just fuck me already,” you ground out.

“Patience is a virtue,” she replied.

Her finger brushed across the top of your underwear, taking her time to watch you squirm. You had to bite back your desire to let your anger out again. She was teasing you, probably hoping you’d beg. You weren’t about to do that.

“I’m going to take my time with you, sweet girl,” she said, “really make sure the lesson has stuck.”

She dragged your underwear from your body, cool air hitting heat. Her fingertips were drawing patterns into the skin of your legs as her eyes took their time drinking you in.

“Lie back, sweetheart,” she murmured, “this might take a while.”

Her tongue dragged through your folds and you let yourself fall back against the mattress. A kitten lick to your bundle of nerves had you biting down on your lower lip, not wanting her to know how close you already were. How desperate you were for her touch.

“Taste so good,” she hummed against your cunt, the vibrations only making you buck up against her mouth.

She hooked her hands around your thighs, pulling them even further apart, really putting you on display for her. You couldn’t care, not when she was right there and refusing to give you what you wanted. What you needed, rather. It was a need burning you up from the inside out and she could soothe you. She could put out the fire under your skin.

Her tongue was back on you and your hips snapped up, seeking out more. With strong hands she pushed them back to the mattress and you knew you were wrecked. You didn’t care about fighting her any longer, just chasing your high now.

Your breathing grew shaky as her tongue took its time, exploring you, tasting you, but not giving you enough. You felt breathless, out of control, and your desperation to touch her was mounting. Perhaps she knew. Her hands reached up, tugging on yours until your fingers were threading through your hair, grounding you to her more than to the mattress. The sweet relief was temporary, her tongue back to driving you insane. Your fingers tightened.

Her lips wrapped around your clit, giving a gentle suck, and you moaned her name, long and low into the otherwise silent room. Her chuckle sent a shockwave through your body. You wanted to rut against her but you knew then she’d stop. Just the thought of it had you on the brink of tears. You’d be her good girl until you’d gotten what you wanted.

“Fuck,” fell from your parted lips, “Alex, more. I need more.”

“You know what to say to get what you want, sweet girl,” she replied.

You struggled, knowing what she wanted to hear. You didn’t want to give in. Her finger ghosted over your clit and you had to bite back a frustrated sob. She was looking up at you, watching the struggle pass over your face. Slow circles, never quite touching where you wanted her. You glared at her but she wasn’t giving in. If you held out she would. You were certain she wouldn’t be able to hold out on touching you, not when she was right there.

“Fuck, alright fine,” you ground out after a few minutes passed, feeling like an eternity, “please Alex. Please fuck me.”

“Good girl,” she hummed, eyes lighting up when she saw exactly the effect those words had on you.

You buried your face in the mattress, not able to face her after that. Her finger pushed into you, palm grazing against your clit. You whined, fingers tightening on her hair again. Her lips fluttered along your hip bone before you felt her sucking on the soft skin of your inner thigh. Her finger was slow as it thrust into you and you knew you were about to continue your shame.

“Fuck Alex, please, more. I need-“ You choked on your own desperation, “I need more. Please.”

She added a second finger, her lips leaving your skin before settling between your thighs again. Her tongue was on your clit, her fingers thrusting, faster now. You couldn’t get enough, wanting her everywhere, needing her in a way you weren’t used to. No one else had known exactly how to play your body this way.

Her fingers curled within it and it was like another world had been opened up to you. Your eyes were squeezed shut, your own hand coming up to paw at your breast. She knocked it away, taking over for you as she made your body sing.

“Oh god, yes,” you groaned, “faster, Alex. Please. Faster.”

It was as if you’d found the magic word to make her do what you asked for. She was sucking, her fingers thrusting now at a steady pace, curling and twisting until you were sure you were about to come undone. Your legs began to shake.

“Just like that. Yes. Fuck. Oh god. Alex,” you groaned, your body no longer your own.

She was in control, complete control, and all you wanted was for her to be kind to you and let you come undone. A third finger was added, stretching you deliciously. Her name was like a prayer on your lips and the word please kept slipping out.

A sharp suck had you exploding, stars exploding behind your eyelids. You weren’t sure but you thought you might have screamed her name, pressing her face to your core. She eased you through it, fingers slowing until it was nothing but her tongue cleaning you up.

She sat back, looking up at you, your slick coating her chin. She rose, her fingers trailing over your sweaty skin until she was crawling onto the bed beside you. You felt boneless, following when she pulled you towards her body. You could taste yourself on her tongue and a fire reignited within you. Pressed against her, you realised she was still completely dressed. You pouted, playing with one of the buttons on her shirt. She shifted you until you were both lying back on the bed proper.

“You were so good for me, sweetheart,” she murmured, “you did such a good job.”

“Yeah well,” you replied, voice hoarse, “had to be, didn’t I?”

“You had a choice,” she said, that half smile firmly back in place.

“Not much of a choice,” you muttered.

Her hand stroked through your hair, undoing the tangles she found. Your eyes slipped closed, finding it surprisingly soothing. She pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Now, are you still going to be a brat at work?” she asked.

“Probably,” you replied and her chuckle rumbled through her chest. With your ear pressed to her breast bone, you could feel it. It was a good feeling.

“I suppose the lesson hasn’t quite sunk in then,” she said.

You snorted but didn’t argue.

“All that means is we’ll have to try again,” she said and that had you pressing your legs together again, “tomorrow night.”

“Not now?” you asked, hating how hopeful you sounded.

“Oh no, sweet girl, you’re going to think about the lesson I’m trying to teach you and if you haven’t learned, tomorrow I’ll be working harder to make sure it sticks,” she said.

And she might have been the bane of your existence, but Alex Blake was also the person who ignited your fire. And if that meant you had to push all of her buttons tomorrow, then so be it. You were sure you’d enjoy the outcome.

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I'm joining the unrequited lovers bandwagon because it's my favorite trope. I am feeding you all today <3

SIDE NOTE: Can we talk about how beautiful Paget looks in this.

You and Emily were working on a case. Emily was driving you two to a witness's house. There was always a lasting tension between the two of you. Emily thought you hated her and vice versa.

Emily had pissed you off once again. She questioned you every time you offered to go into the field rather than hang back, "Emily it's like you don't trust me or my abilities!" Emily exhaled, the volume of your voice made her realize she fucked up. "Y/n I do trust you-" "Then act like it!"

As Emily steers the car down the road towards the witness's house, a palpable tension fills the air between her and you. Despite your shared dedication to the case, you two have been trapped in a cycle of apprehension and uncertainty regarding each other's feelings. Awash with a mixture of doubt and longing, Emily takes a discreet glance at you from the corner of her eye. She can't help but wonder if you truly despise her as she has been fearing all along. The thought gnaws at her, a weight on her heart that grows heavier with each passing moment.

Silence stretches between you two, the only sound being the steady hum of the car's engine. Emily's mind races, contemplating the possible causes of the tension. Is it her own aloofness or your reluctance to open up? Or perhaps it's the fear of the power dynamics at play.

Summoning her courage, Emily breaks the silence. Her voice is a blend of vulnerability and a longing for understanding. "Y/N, if I may be honest, I have been feeling a certain tension between us. And it's been eating at me. I can't help but wonder if... if you dislike me."

Her grip on the steering wheel tightens, her knuckles turning white. She holds her breath, waiting for your response, hoping that the underlying truth between them can find a way to surface and bridge the divide that has haunted their partnership.

"Dislike you? Emily, you have been cold towards me since I joined the team, if anything you don't like me. I simply matched your energy." you said and shrugged her shoulders. Secretly you wanted to stop this with Emily but it was almost routine.

Emily's breath catches in her throat at your candid response, her heart sinking with the realization that her own aloofness had inadvertently caused this distance between the two of you. She had believed she was protecting herself, but in doing so, she had unknowingly pushed you away.

Her grip on the steering wheel relaxes as she absorbs your words, a mix of regret and understanding washing over her. She had unknowingly set the tone for your interactions, unintentionally creating an atmosphere of distance instead of fostering a connection.

"I... I didn't realize, Y/N," Emily murmurs, her voice tinged with remorse and a newfound vulnerability. "I've been so focused on maintaining professionalism and protecting myself that I didn't stop to consider the impact it had on our partnership. I'm sorry."

She glances at you, her eyes filled with a newfound warmth and genuine regret. The tension in the car shifts, the air becoming charged with the possibility of reconciliation.

"I want to change that, Y/N. I don't want our interactions to be defined by this tension anymore," Emily admits, her voice steady but laced with a touch of vulnerability. "I want us to be a team, supportive and open with each other. Can we try to start anew, to move past our preconceptions and strive for a stronger partnership?"

Emily's heart pounds in her chest as she waits for your response. Hope bubbles within her, eager for the chance to connect with you on a deeper level, to bridge the gap that has separated them for far too long.

You sighed, "I want that too Emilly. Can we start over?" you shifted in your seat to stick her hand out to Emily to shake, "Y/f/n Y/l/n, nice to meet you." A surge of relief floods through Emily as you express your desire for a fresh start, mirroring her own longing for connection. A smile lights up Emily's face as she grasps your hand, a renewed sense of hope washing over her.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Y/f/n Y/l/n," Emily responds, her voice filled with genuine warmth and gratitude. "I'm Emily Prentiss, and I genuinely look forward to getting to know you better."

The handshake is a symbol of your shared commitment to forging a stronger bond, a tangible declaration that you both are ready to move past the barriers that have held you back. As the car inches closer to the destination, the residual tension in the air slowly dissipates, replaced by a newfound sense of camaraderie and the promise of a deeper connection. Emily's heart swells with anticipation, ready to embrace the possibilities that lie ahead for your partnership. With a shared spirit of openness and understanding, you two drive on, ready to tackle the case together, not just as colleagues, but as allies.

They arrive at the witness's house and step out of the car when you get a bad feeling, "Emily, something doesn't feel right about this." Emily's eyes dart towards you, her attention immediately piqued by the sense of unease in your voice. Her instincts as an FBI agent kick into high gear, recognizing the importance of trusting your intuition.

Instinctively, Emily shifts into a state of heightened alertness, her senses attuned to any potential danger that may be lurking. She scans the surroundings, searching for any signs of unusual activity or possible threats.

"Trust your instincts, Y/n," Emily replies, her voice calm yet alert. "If something feels off, we need to proceed with caution. Let's take a moment to reassess the situation."

She glances around, mentally assessing the surroundings and potential escape routes, her mind racing with possibilities and scenarios. The safety of both herself and you is at the forefront of her thoughts, her unwavering commitment to protect you both unwavering.

"Let's step back from the house for a moment and regroup," You suggest, your tone assertive. "Your instincts are invaluable, Y/N, and I trust them."

Emily opens the car door, ready to join you in assessing the situation and formulating a plan of action. Just then a man came running out of the house wielding a gun. You scream at Emily to get down.

Reacting swiftly to your urgent warning, Emily instinctively drops down to the ground, ducking for cover behind the open car door. The sound of your scream echoes in her ears as her heart pounds in her chest, adrenaline surging through her veins.

Time seems to slow as Emily's training and experience kick in. You quickly assess the situation, processing the threat before you. She mentally confirms her position, aware of your location and the potential danger you both face.

Keeping herself low and out of sight, Emily starts formulating a plan. Her focus sharpens, her mind clear despite the chaos unfolding around them. She mentally calculates the best course of action, evaluating their options and the safest way to neutralize the threat.

"Y/N, stay low and try to find cover!" Emily calls out, her voice projecting with a calm authority. She subtly gestures towards a nearby tree, indicating it as a potential point of cover for you. You kept low and ran behind the tree, gun pulled, eyes trained on him.

Emily’s own hand reaches towards her holster, fingers gripping the handle of her gun. She knows that decisive action is necessary to protect themselves and apprehend the assailant.

Drawing on her training, Emily prepares to rise from her position, ready to engage the threat with precision and determination. At the same time, she remains vigilant of your well-being, knowing that their partnership is founded on trust and mutual protection.

The man starts spewing off about how he did this all for the woman he loved. A woman who didn't want him. You speak up from behind the tree, "I understand. I know what it's like to want someone so bad it hurts and they don't want anything to do with you. I have my own woman I love, but there are ways to cope. Just drop the gun, please." Emily realizes it's about her.

As your words hang in the air, Emily's heart skips a beat, her mind racing to make sense of the sudden revelation. A mixture of shock and understanding floods her, the weight of the situation settling upon her shoulders.

She rises cautiously from her position behind the car door, her gaze never leaving the man holding the gun. Emily's eyes flicker with a blend of empathy and vulnerability as she comprehends the depths of his pain and desperation.

Slowly, deliberately, Emily steps forward, her voice steady yet filled with compassion. "I know the pain of unrequited love," she says, her tone reaching out to him, seeking to connect on a personal level. "But violence is not the answer. There are other ways to heal from the hurt." Emily's words are laced with sincerity, drawing from her own experiences and her understanding of finding solace in healthier ways. She knows that her own journey toward acceptance and self-care can serve as a beacon of hope for others. "Please lower your weapon," Emily continues, her voice radiating a firm determination. "Let's find a way to resolve this peacefully. Your pain is valid, but we can find a path forward that does not involve harm or further suffering."

As she watches the man, her eyes soften with empathy, hoping to appeal to his sense of reason and humanity. Deep down, she understands that her actions and words could have a profound impact on the outcome of this precarious situation, and she is willing to take the risk to protect not only herself but also the man before her.

Emily's focus remains split between defusing the immediate threat and ensuring your safety.

He drops the gun, bursting into tears. You stand from your place and handcuff him while Emily retrieves the gun. You put the man in the backseat and lock him in, joining Emily in front of the vehicle. "Em, what we said." You are looking at her confused.

Emily's gaze lingers on you, a mix of relief and tenderness washing over her as the immediate danger subsides. She takes a moment to steady her own emotions, grateful that they were able to deescalate the situation without anyone getting hurt.

With a soft smile, Emily responds to your words, her voice carrying a depth of understanding and sincerity. "Y/N, what I said... It's true. I've cared about you more than just as a colleague for a while now."

She meets your gaze, her own eyes shimmering with vulnerability and hope. The near-tragic encounter has highlighted the urgency of expressing her feelings, not knowing what may come next.

"But I didn't want to complicate things, especially in a work environment," Emily continues, her voice tinged with a mixture of trepidation and determination. "Seeing how you handled this situation, your strength and compassion, I realized that I don't want to keep my feelings hidden anymore."

Emily takes a step closer to you, her voice barely above a whisper, filled with a delicate mixture of longing and fear. "Y/N, I care about you deeply. I want to explore what we have if you're open to it. Together."

The weight of her confession hangs in the air, her vulnerability laid bare. Emily braces herself for your response, silently hoping that you two can navigate the complexities of your connection and find solace and love amidst the chaos that surrounds you. "Let me take you to dinner?" You beam up at the slightly taller agent, a dopey smile on your face. Emily’s heart swells with joy at your response, a radiant smile spreading across her face. The relief that washes over her is palpable as if a weight has been lifted from her shoulders, leaving space for hope and anticipation. "Yes, Y/N," Emily replies, her voice filled with a mix of happiness and excitement. "I would love that. Dinner sounds absolutely perfect," Your heart sang. You finally got the girl.

As the tension of the situation begins to fade, replaced by a newfound sense of connection and possibility, you find yourself looking forward to a future that extends beyond your professional roles. You have shared moments of danger, vulnerability, and now, the promise of something more.

With a renewed spring in her step, Emily nods towards their locked-in suspect in the backseat. "We should notify the authorities and let them handle him," she suggests, her voice resolute yet tinged with a hint of amusement. "And then, Y/N, let's celebrate. Let's have that dinner and see where this takes us."

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