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New Year's Day Mood Boards and HCs [Aaron/Emily/Spencer]

Aaron Hotchner

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After putting Jack to bed, you and Aaron stayed up until midnight to ring in the New Year.

Aaron lets you sleep in the morning as he makes you and Jack breakfast in bed.

You both take Jack on a playdate at a park before dropping him off at Haley's.

You then go out to a vintage store and look around.

When you get home, you pull out all the letters he's written you over the year or so you've been dating. You reminisce on good times and the love you share.

In the afternoon, you talk about your resolutions. After that, you decide to take a nap. Aaron goes out to start working on his resolution. He'd decided this year he was going to ask you to marry him, and it was time to start looking for a ring. He'd already talked to Jack about it last week, and Jack is on board.

When he comes back, he wakes you, and you spend the rest of the night relaxing and being intimate.

As Aaron embraces you, he knows it's going to be a good year ahead.

For the Emily and Spencer mood boards + HCs, see below the cut.

Emily Prentiss

You and Emily had a long night out. Almost staying up till 3 a.m.

You both sleep in late and wake up with a bit of a hangover. Because of this, you both just relax and look over your photos from the last night. Derek and Garcia are hyping you both up in the comments.

When you've showered and dressed, the first order of business is to stop and get coffee.

You decide to take Emily on a shopping trip at a store of her choosing, and she wears the new shoes out of the store with a grin on her face.

Back at Emily's penthouse, you have lunch and get ready to meet the team at a bar downtown.

As you make your way to the gathering, you blast your favorite playlist and hype each other up. Just happy to be alive and together in the moment.

At the bar, you get cocktails and talk about the previous night and what everyone did.

Emily takes your hand under the table and squeezes your hand as you recount their evening's event. Not everyone needs all the details, after all, it was a wild night.

Spencer Reid

You and Spencer went to Derek's for the countdown but left shortly after that. You were both tired.

In the morning, you wake up and have a nice breakfast together.

You sit outside on your building's terrace, chatting and sipping your drinks.

Once inside, Spencer puts on the stereo and asks you to dance with him. You happily oblige and sway side to side to the soft music.

Spencer suggests reading for a while, and you both settle into the couch for a few hours of reading.

When you get hungry, you order your favorite takeout and put on a TV show while you wait for the food.

After eating, you start a puzzle and work on it for an hour or so.

It gets dark, and you both get in your pajamas and slip into bed. You both enjoy the quiet before having to return to work in a few days. It was good to have a soft romance. Something just the two of you share.

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Aaron's mood board photo credits:

Top Row: Left (@hotch-girl) Center and Right (@flowersforfrancis)

Middle Row: Left (@teainkstudies) Center (@life-and-love-in-a-myst) Right (@pamwmsn)

Bottom: Left (@handsoftumbllrr) Center (@trashbagaesthetics) Right (@milla984)

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Emily's mood board photo credits

Top Row: Left (@genterie) Center (@moonsbypadfoot) Right (@lsdandwine)

Middle Row: Left and Center (@foxy-eva) Right (@callmehira)

Bottom Row: Left (@pagesofjasmine) Center (@strawberriescherrieswine) Right (@sweet-child-of-night)

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Spencer's mood board photo credits

Top Row: Left (@poseidonsarmoury) Center (@reidobsessed) Right (google)

Middle Row: Left (@happyheidi) Center (@entrop-y) Right (@peacefulandcozy)

Bottom Row: Left (@triflingthing) Center (@ropoto) Right (@bookboundnewsletter)

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Heaven Is In A Shortcake {vii}

it's been so long? huhuhuhuu~ cuz of that 2 chapters incoming!

disclaimer: The Gray Man and the characters are NOT MINE, even the reader. I only own the plot and the reader's character lol. Pictures used in the fic are NOT MINE, only the edited version of the pics (u can msg me if u ze owner); credits to the rightful owners and to canva + weheartit. Addtionally, I am not a Subic/Zambales native, so my apologies for any wrong locations, descriptions, or languages.

Six x F!Reader / Courtland Gentery x Female Reader

warnings: moderate swear words. some filipino dialogues. slow burn. fluff. trust issues. comedy if you use a magnifying glass. culture shock. check some word count.

CHAPTER SELECTION in the ✨Masterlist✨ Chapter 6 - where is this? in the masterlist! Chapter 7 - this is IT [next chapter link will be posted below for suspense and convenice hehe]

word count: 3k (N/N): nickname *Kiara = Claire *Kurt = Court *cover names | reader doesn't know (except you do know #wreckthe4thwall)

“Hoy, (N/N)!”

“Huh?”

“Tapos na shift mo, ba’t ka pa nandiyan?”

“For extra cash?”

After the manager of Ril Steak scolds you for overworking, you start heading to the staffroom. You actually didn’t realize the time, because you’re too busy recalling the rising action of your summer. It's the dispute you had with Court three weeks ago.

“.. Kiara and I are the Road Runner. So don’t go making promises you can’t keep.”

You don’t know why it suddenly pops into your mind. Maybe because it's either filled with books, movies, the father-daughter duo, or anime, and no in between. But you let the memories ride you like a rollercoaster as it's almost reaching this summer's climax— the loop-de-loops.

Rewind back to three weeks ago…

Claire hasn’t contacted you ever since they got back from their 3-day trip. You wonder if she’s starting to heed her dad’s ways of not getting too close to you, but you also wonder if she and Court are fighting because of you. You feel like that’s too narcissistic. It’s easier to say she’s avoiding you. Still, aren’t you just a troublemaker? (Note the sarcastic cooing).

Without a second thought, you’re befriending a foreign teenage girl with a damning cardiovascular system and exchanging books with her like old friends. What’s more is that you’re trying to prove yourself to her father. Since when did you care if anyone thought you were kind or not? He’s not worth shit of your kindness, however, his daughter is a different story.

“(N/N), do you read me? Don’t give it back to him.” Claire says as soon as you open the two-way radio. “I repeat, don’t give the walkie-talkie back to my dad. Over.”

“I read you, Kiara. And I actually concluded before sleeping this morning that I really won’t give it to him. Over.”

"Wow, so steadfast. That's admirable. Over."

It’s Thursday— rest day! You’ve done nothing but sleep from 8 AM to 7PM. Ril Steak was packed last night. Plus, there was a fight, it happened two hours before closing. You can’t wait to tell Claire how you smack a bottle on someone’s head to save your co-worker from being pummeled.

“What’s more admirable is you rebelling. Or did Kurt give back your walkie-talkie? Over.”

“Nah, I’m rebelling. We’re kinda fighting ‘cause of you. Over.”

Yikes. So, you weren’t being narcissistic. Intuition for the win.

“Don’t take that the wrong way, (N/N)! I mean,” Claire pauses to hiss out a profanity. “It’s not your fault. My dad just thinks we’re the only two people on the planet, and talking to flowers is a bad thing. Over.”

You snort. “Luckily for you, this flower doesn’t just talk— she claps back! Over!”

“Damn right, she does!” Claire giggles, “Over.”

You let the gleeful moment pass, counting to three, you sigh heavy-heartedly. “Still, Kiara.. I don’t want you and your dad fighting because of me.” you glance at the miniature ferris wheel on your bedside drawer, “Not when it sounds like you two are all you have left of each other. Over.”

“.. Is it that obvious?”

You smile. “It wasn’t at first. But then, I got to know you two.” and you recline on your swivel chair, “A month is enough to get to know a person.. right?”

Static answers you back, but you know she’s still on the other side of the line, so you continue. “It’s easier to say that I’m doing this out of pity, but I’m not. You remind me of my little sister, Kiara.. but I like you because you’re not entirely like that snot-nosed brat I love very much.” you breathe out a laugh, “You’re a good kid, I’m sure you understand why your dad is being like this. Over.”

“Yeah, I understand, but..”

You wait for two seconds before you press the button. “See? You’re smart and very mature for your age, too. Over.”

“Why do you sound like you’re saying goodbye, (N/N)?— Over.”

“I’m not saying goodbye to you, just to our transmitted talks. Over.”

“I thought you said you weren’t giving it back to him?”

“I’m not. But I am reducing the schedule of our late night talks.” you pause to prepare your mother-like tone, “It’s way past your bedtime, young lady!— Over.”

“....”

“We’ll still see each other every Friday, okay? Over.”

“Promise?— Over.”

Shit.

You sigh and press the button. “Well, unless my schedule changes, or I get sick, or Godzilla emerges from the sea.. then cross my heart, hope to die. Over.”

“Don’t say that, (N/N)!” Claire suddenly cries.

Something squeezes your heart, you wait for three seconds this time, but Claire continues to stay silent. “K-Kiara? What do you mean? Over.” you question worriedly.

Her voice frizzles through, you’re not sure whether it’s static or there’s really a crack in her voice.

“I’m sorry.. I gotta go. You know, chores.” she begins to sound upbeat, “See you tomorrow night? Over.”

You falter. “Yeah, sure.. tomorrow night. Over.”

“Great! Buh-bye! Over and out.”

Claire turns off the portable radio, glaring down at it, she picks it up to throw it across the room. But she stays still. She knows the consequences of letting someone else into her and Court’s lives, but she only realizes now that she doesn’t fully understand it yet, especially about— what could happen to you.

There’s a weight of another person in the room, Claire looks over to see Court at the opened door, which was previously locked. He gazes into her glassy eyes, guilt etching his face with a frown, and he regards the floor, mulling over on how to comfort her.

“Good night, Six.” she says with a sigh, depositing the radio on her bedside drawer, she lays down on her side.

Court tightens his jaw. “Good night, Claire.” and flicks the switch, swiveling away to exit the room, he grabs the door—

“I’m not mad at you, you know.”

He halts, turning sideways to look back at her, even though the streetlight is the only illumination of her room, years of training in the dark has allowed Court to find her smiling at him through the dimness. “Thank you,” he replies, tensed shoulders loosening with relief. “And in case you don’t know, I’m not mad at you either.”

She scoffs. “As if you could be.”

He shakes his head in disbelief. “What’s gotta give for you to take me seriously?”

Claire hums. “Your trust issues, for one.”

“What?”

“To elaborate.. get a girlfriend,” Claire sits upright. “Or atleast, have sex. You’re probably all pent—”

“Good night, Claire.” Court firmly interjects, stepping out of the room with burning ears.

“Oh, c’mon, don’t run away! I should be the one running away!”

“I said, good night!”

“And I heard you the first two times.”

“Will you just get back to bed?”

Surprisingly, today’s Friday is not busy. Or so you thought. As soon as the clock strikes 11 AM, customers have been coming in relentlessly. It’s been a while since the cafe has been full, some customers have taken the tables outside; luckily, you cleaned them this morning. It was destiny— or rather accidentally sweeping a finger across one of the tables and ending up with a dust-coated fingertip.

The customers start to diminish around 8 PM, Mindy wanted to flip the sign from OPEN TO CLOSED, but you and Muro managed to stop her. When no customers show up for 30 minutes, the three of you decide to eat in the CCTV room, watching a Netflix movie on Mindy’s phone rather than eyeing the surveillance footage.

“Buti naga-adjust na si Lilia,” Mindy suddenly says, taking a sip of her canned root beer.

It’s good that Lilia is adjusting.

You nod. “Masipag naman kase.” She’s diligent.

“Imagine kung hindi, edi lagot ka kayo pareho nung bata kay Eliza.” Muro snickers.

Imagine if she wasn’t, you and the kid will both be reprimanded by Eliza.

You can’t retort with a mouthful of carbonara, so you kick his chair instead. Muro nearly falls, and Mindy laughs at his attempts to stay upright.

When everyone has had their fill, you’re chosen by roleta (picker wheel) to wash the dishes. You play music from your phone before slipping it in your apron. Mindy hollers for you just as Lutang by jikamarie starts playing.

“What?” you holler back instead of going over to the surveillance room, she and Muro have opted to stay there to continue watching the movie.

“Nandito na sila!” They’re here!

“Ha? Sino?” you loudly ask, looking over to see Mindy peeking out of the surveillance room’s doorway, which is just beside the door to the staffroom.

She makes a face at you. “Edi sino pa ba?”

Muro suddenly, yet carefully, sidles past her. "Ako na d'yan, (N/N)." I'll handle that, (N/N).

"Fine," you sigh and wipe your hand on the drying cloth hanging near the sink.

"Bakit? May nangyari ba?" Mindy questions. Why? Did something happen?

Your brows knot puzzledly. "Ha? Saan?"

What? Where?

"Ano ba?! Ba't ka ganyan, haa?!" Mindy smacks you upside the head when you pass by, "Malamang tinatanong ko kung may nangyari ba sa'yo at sa mag-ama! Panay buntong hininga ka kase tuwing name-mention sila tapos humahaba mukha mo parang kabayo!"

What are you doing?! Why are you acting like this, huh?! — "I'm obviously asking about the father-daughter duo! You're always sighing whenever they're mentioned, and then your face would stretch like a horse!

"Bakit may mangyayari sa'min?! 'Di naman kami gano'n ka-close na makakapag-usap araw-araw!" you shout, rubbing the back of your head. "Tuwing Friday nga lang nagki-kita… Nabatukan at nainsulto pa ko."

Why would anything happen to us?! We're not that close to talk everyday! — We only see each other on Fridays… I was even smacked and insulted.

You exit the kitchen with a smile. "Hey, you guys!" you greet in a large yet high-toned voice as they take their usual booth.

“Ha, Sloth!” Claire laughs, wagging an approving finger at you.

You tip a finger-gun at her appreciatively. “I see you are a woman of culture.”

“Magandang gabi, (Y/N).” says Court with a nod. Good evening, (Y/N).

You’re astonished, after the dispute you two had, you have been believing that you two aren’t on speaking terms anymore. “M-Magandang gabi,” you reply, mentally cursing yourself for stuttering, and you pretend to be busy behind the counter.

After the father-daughter has settled their belongings in the booth, or more like, after Claire dumps her sling pouch on the seat, she’s skipping to the counter with Court trailing behind her. You take their orders, remarking several nutritional values that you know about certain meals from time to time. And there's something different about these two tonight.

“No one bought your strawberry shortcake today?” Court inquires as he waits for the receipt. Claire is already hovering by the game shelves.

“Huh?” you blink.

He gestures to the display case, eyeing the whole strawberry shortcake on the second shelf, and you glance, mouth forming an O as you finally understood. “Well, if you mean no one bought one whole strawberry shortcake, then yeah.” you smile and hand him the receipt, “But I actually sold five slices today.”

“Oh, good for you, then." he chuckles, glancing down at his shoes.

You grin. “Thanks! Would you two like me to serve some slices for dessert?"

"Oh, no, I.." he trails off, rubbing the side of his neck, he looks at you for one second and then at the display case."I was actually going to buy the whole cake."

"Really?" you stammer dumbfoundedly.

"Yeah, for Friday movie night.. Kiara wanted to watch the books she borrowed from you, but she also added a comedy movie or two in the list." he paused to breathe out a laugh, "She said that TFIOS and Paper Towns are too much heartache to watch in one night."

"Indeed, indeed, they are. I suggest you prepare your tissues as well."

"Kiara already has them in the living room."

"Well, aren't you ready to burst into tears later!" you teasingly regard Claire when she steps up beside Court.

"I am so ready!" she fist-pumps.

"You better call me tomorrow about it." you say with a playful frown.

"Of course!"

"Um, is it alright if we just take the cake later?" Court asks and deposits the exact payment on the counter.

You nod. "Sure! I'll just box it up once you two start eating."

Before their dinner is cooked, you play a game of DOS with Court and Claire, because they're not familiar with the rules (actually, the whole game). You teach it to them and end up playing.

"This game is rigged," Court frowns when he draws another card from the pile. "I'm not getting any number lower than five, so I'll pass."

"Who shuffled the deck?" Claire asks, putting down a red 2 and blue 2 atop the green 4, she then slides the cards to the discard pile before placing a new card down.

"Hey, don't blame me—" you dramatically place a hand on your chest, "—I shuffled like a casino dealer. You're just unlucky, Kurt."

When Muro calls you to serve the meals, the game ends with no losers or winners, though Claire was close as she only had three cards left. You had five, while Court had eight. You leave the father-daughter duo to eat and begin packaging the strawberry shortcake with a stupid smile on your face. You don't even realize until Muro points it out, which earns him a kick to the shin.

It's not that you're going crazy, you just thought that Court and Claire would be all stiff and awkward tonight. Considering the last time you spoke with Court, plus the call you had with Claire last night. But instead, they're acting normal. While you're still racking your brain on whether or not to stop interacting with them, or at least lessen it.

And playing DOS with them is the way to go— your inner self remarks with a derisive sneer, and you sigh defeatedly as you don't have any rational retorts in your arsenal.

You approach the father-daughter duo five minutes after they're done with their meals. "Here's your cake!" you hold up the box by the ribbon and a hand on the bottom.

Claire takes it the same way. 'Thank you!" she beams and peers into the small plastic window, shaped as a fleur, on the box cover.

"I'll see you two out," you grin, striding ahead.

The bell chimes merrily when you push the door all the way open. You step aside for Claire and Court to exit. "See you next Friday, (N/N)!" she waves at you.

"Good night," Court murmurs as he passes by.

"Bye and good night, you two! Safe driving!" you reach for the door, and something moves in your peripheral vision, it clutches your wrist just as you grab the door.

The handle is sharply cool against your palm, while Court's hand is warm around your wrist, which appears so tiny being enveloped by his fingers. "Kurt?" you ask, quizzically regarding him.

He releases your wrist when he meets your confused gaze. "Sorry, I was," he cuts himself off, sighing, and he gathers his courage for a second, all the while he doesn't stop looking at you. This makes you blush until he says, "I was wondering if you'd like to join us?"

The blood in your cheeks runs cold. "Huh?"

Claire hops beside him. "Really?!"

"If she wants to," says Court.

"Please say you do, (N/N)!" Claire grabs your arm eagerly.

You're flabbergasted. "Bu-But I can't go, I'm still working until 10:30."

"We could wait. Is that a yes?" Claire prompts.

"No! No, no.. I mean, I don't want to impose." you say, glancing at Court.

"You're not, because I'm inviting you." he declares reassuringly.

Just say NO— a simple word of refusal with two letters and one syllable, that's all there is to it. Because you're trying to heed Court's advice of not getting too close to them, right? So— WHY THE HELL IS COURT THE ONE INVITING YOU TO THEIR HOUSE AND YOU’RE THINKING ABOUT IT?!

He started it, so you should end it.

You sigh. "Alright.."

"Alright?! Yay!" Claire exclaims.

“What?— Wait, Kiara!”

She marches back in the cafe and sits on the table near the game shelves. “Can we play while we wait for your shift to end?”

You whip to Court with a glare, and he abruptly halts from entering the cafe. "What the hell are you doing?!" you whisper in a low, hissing tone.

"I think I'm stopping from going into the cafe..?"

"This is not the time to be wise, smartass."

"I'm not—"

"Listen, I don't even wanna know what you're really after. But Kiara shouldn't be caught in the middle of this, Road Runner. You’re always insinuating that I shouldn’t be too close to the two of you, but then you’re pulling a stunt like this! Here I am trying to make promises I can keep..”

Court is stunned, with how venomous your words and glare are, it’s as though you’ve practically bitten him and discharged poison into his system. He watches you stroll away, shoulders squared, yet you smile at Claire while passing by her. It’s an understatement to say that he wasn’t thinking straight when he asked you to join their movie night. He’s still trying to process why he did it, but the consequences of his actions are pouncing on him too fast.

Glancing over his shoulder, he eyes the street with suspicion. He hides his wariness behind a blank facade, closing the door as he steps back in the cafe, he starts pondering on the reasons why everything seems upside down when it concerns you. And as he ponders, a few things keep sticking in the crevices of his brain—

Claire likes you.

And he’s starting to like you (as a person).

It’s absolutely hard not to like you.

A/N: oh goshhhh he's starting to like you teehee sparks are starting to fly around the air

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