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jus reader and penelope. brief encounter with unnamed florist. brief mention of kevin.
After not having been able to spend quality time with your girlfriend for two weeks, you plan something special to remind her of what she means to you.
Pure Fluff
Established relationship. Mentions of lust and arousal, hints of future smut. Vague mentions of insecurity. No use of Y/N.
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You haven't seen your girlfriend, Penelope, for two weeks. Not really. Sure, the two of you shared a bed, but you guys never got home around the same time. Especially not with both of your jobs being kind of hectic right now. When you got home sometimes, Penelope was already soundly asleep. When you woke, she was already gone. Then, there were times where that pattern was reversed, but it all just depended on what was going on at you guys' respective jobs. That said, you two had been in this share a bed only space for a little over a month now, and it was really starting to drive you both crazy.
Things had calmed down at your job a bit. You guys had wrapped up a big project a few days ago, and the post-project chaotic buzz was finally starting to wear off. Penelope had texted you today, informing you that her team had just wrapped their latest case, and that there was a chance she could be home by seven tonight. That was when the gears in your head begin to turn.
Able to leave work early, you had headed straight to the grocery store, bought all the ingredients for her favorite dinner. Now, you were at a flower shop. There was this surprise arrangement that she liked that you did for her. It always consisted of her favorite flower being dominating with other pretty, unfamiliar flowers sprinkled in. She liked to look up the meaning of the flowers later.
"Excuse me, I need flowers," you says and the woman gives you a smile that politely says obviously, and you continue for clarification, "My bad. What I mean is, I need a bouquet that tells a specific emotional story, conveys a message, really."
"Mkay," the woman nods, "And, what would you like your flowers to say?"
"I love you, I've missed you. It's an honor to be with you. I'm so proud of you and the work you do," you say with ease. Never is it hard to pinpoint of verbalize your feelings for your girlfriend. Maybe in the beginning, but after four years, you've gotten more attached to your own emotions and thus, more expressive. "Um, just a giant thank you for being who she is, and for choosing me, choosing us every day, and throw in a good chunk of daffodils because those are her favorites. I also want it to be as colorful as she is, really bright and beautiful."
"Love, longing, pride and admiration and gratitude," she murmurs to herself as she writes in a little notepad. She looks back up at you, "And, as bright, beautiful and colorful as she is, and who is the she in question, for reference?"
Your eyes light up as you pull out your phone. It's easy enough to find a photo of her. Penelope is both your lockscreen and your phone screen, and she happens to take up about 75% percent of your camera roll. You show her a slew of photos, finding yourself sharing the memories behind each. God, did you miss actually spending time with her.
"Beautiful smile," the worker compliments your girlfriend as you pull your phone away.
"I know, huh?" And, your smile is gleaming with pride. She finds it cute, how in love you are. She takes you around the store then. Showing you various flowers that fit all of your requirments. It's hard to choose, to narrow it down. Before you've realized it, your bouquet has turned into an arrangement. But, it's fine. More money than you had anticipated spending, but you want to make her melt when she gets home tonight, and money is but a small sacrifice.
You head straight home afterward. It's difficult, sometimes, to pinpoint when Penelope will be home. The romantic dinner set up has to be done before then, so there's no room in your time schedule to make any other stops. When you get home, you jump straight into the set up, wanting everything to be absolutely perfect for when Penelope comes home.
Which doesn't happen. You're only about a quarter of the way finished with your meal by the time she gets home, but you did set up. So, when she walks through the door of you guys' home, you hear a delighted squeal of awe at how beautiful everything looked. Turning the stove down, you dash out of the kitchen, shouting in a frantic dismay, pleading for her to close her eyes and cover them. When you reach her, her eyes are still open and she's got the most adorable confused expression on her face.
"My surprise," you say, covering her eyes for her as you begin to guide her to you guys' bedroom, "for you is incomplete, and I don't want you to see anything else until I am completely ready so you can't be up here," you inform her, nudging the bedroom door open with your foot. When you've guided her to the bed, you gently push her down. You grab a pin. "Look into the pen."
She giggles, "I'm looking." You click the pen, and playing along, she blinks, mimicking confusion rather well minus the smile in her eyes. "Where am I? How did I get here?" She asks, unable to stop her giggles from escaping her yet again. You smile, loving her a little bit more now for having played along with your mind wiping pen, Men in Black reference without so much as a second thought. You really didn't think it was possible for you to have a better girlfriend.
You lean down and kiss her before dashing out of the room. "I'll come back for you when everything is ready!"
She swoons, watching you sprint back to the front. You were quite possible the sweetest person she's ever known. If not that, you were definitely the sweetest, most kind person she had ever dated. If you were going to go out of your way to surprise her, she would do a little something to surprise you as well. While you work on your preparations, she pulls out your favorite dress of hers. She showers her day away before slipping into it and redoing her hair and make up, wearing your favorite piece of lingrie underneath. She didn't know what you had in store, but she wanted you to fall to your knees the next time you saw her.
After some time, you finished up cooking the meal. Taking your time, you were so careful how you set the table, about making sure you set out the forks and such the correct way. It was never something you personally remembered; you'd had to google. Penelope wouldn't be able to tell, either. If the placements were correct or not. but every time you guys had ever gone to one of those fancy restaraunts that care about placements like that, she always got excited about how nice everything was. She always commented on the silverware, and it was always so precious to you. So, yeah, you made sure to get it right. You were also extremely careful about the presentation of the food as you fix you guys' plates. She liked to take pictures so you wanted it to be picture perfect. When you were satisfied with your efforts, you make good on your promise to go back and get her.
Upon opening your bedroom door, you see Penelope, examining herself in the mirror, wearing that dress that makes your knees go weak. The one that's in your favorite color, the one that hugs her curves and highlights the beauty of her shape in the most heavenly of ways. The one that does absolute wonders for her cleavage. The one that makes you damn near drool, makes you want to drop to your knees and have a different kind of meal. As your eyes trail back upward to meet her eyes, you find her smirking at the unabashed lust in your eyes. You pull yourself together. You want tonight to be so much more than just about sexual intimacy, and you had put so much energy into preparing everything to give her a full experience. You've waited weeks. You could a bit longer. You clench your jaw and clear your throat.
Extending your arm for her to take, "M'lady, your dinner awaits."
Coming forward to you, she takes your hand and kisses your cheek. Continuing to hold her hand, you wrap free arm around her waist and start to guide her down the hall. Eyes uncovered this time, she gasps in wonderment at the bright, white Christmas lights you've hung in arches in the hall way. She loves the face that she's walking on rose petals, even if they are fake ones. She swoons at how you've turned the entire apartment into a romantic wonderland on a random weekday, for no reason at all. The more she takes it all in, the more anxious she finds herself to repay you later on tonight. Reaching the kitchen, the first thing she sees is the arrangement you had made acting as a centerpiece.
She squeezes your hand, "Oh my God," she gushes, "They're so lucious and so so beautiful!"
You feel your heart flutter in your chest at the sound of her joy. Buying her flowers and plants was a big thing for you. You always stressed over it so much because you knew how much she valued plant life and pretty things. You'd yet to gift her a plant, bouquet or flower arrangement that she didn't like, but a part of you still held your breath until she saw it every time.
"I have a card of the names of all the flowers in the arrangement on it." You tell her and she looks at you with the softest eyes. "I know how you like to look up the meanings for yourself later." You add, as the two of you get closer to the table. When you guys are close enough, you let her go so you can pull out her chair. as your doing this, she leans in to smell the arrangement. With her chair pulled out, you help her sit before pushing her chair back in, pouring her a glass of wine before doing the same for yourself at taking your seat.
"Ooh!" she exclaims, "How fancy!" And you smile, not even having to look at her to know she's referencing the silverware placements. "And, dinner smells amazing, baby, thank you."
You shrug, downplaying your efforts, "I just wanted to do a little somethin' for you."
"A little something?" She asks, eyebrows raised, giggling, "Baby, you've turned our home into a five star dining experience." She notes, squinting just a little, "What is all this?"
"Nothing really," you answer, "I've just missed you a lot, and I wanted to do something for you."
Penelope all but melts in her chair. She doesn't think she'll ever say it outloud, because she's ashamed of the thought, but for a while, she thought Kevin was as good as she was ever going to get. Even after they broke up. But, then, she met you, and sometimes, she still feels like you aren't really.
"Where did you come from?"
"I materialized from your sweetest dreams," is your answer with a grin.
She snorts, playfully, "I couldn't have imagined you if I tried. You, my love, are more magical than unicorns."
Your smile widens, "I think that might be the nicest thing you've ever said to me."
The two of you start in on your meal after that, and she moans at the first bite. You guys talk, really talk for the first time in two weeks, catching up on all things new. You talk about work, but not about any of the dark or boring parts, no. You two keep it light, tell each other about the new gossip updates in your respective offices. You've missed this more than you had realized. For a brief moment, your heartbreaks a little for people who don't get to experience what you two share.
"You know," she says with a light air of casualness, "I have a surprise for you of my own tonight." And, the implication is clear. It hangs heavy in the air as you resort to speechlessness in favor of sputtering your words. Penelope knew exactly what to do to make your brain melt out of your head, to take every bit of intellect in you and wash it away. That statement, in that dress, it takes all your effort to get through dinner. It's hard to focus on anything with your boxers becoming more increasingly soaked in anticipation of what she had in store for you later.
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Just saw the Barbie movie, so a quick thought???
Spencer reid x reader There are no spoilers, but just to be safe, don't read unless you've seen the movie.
Spencer and you had finally had a day off, and though your work colleagues invited you to hang out with them, you already had plans.
"Do I really have to wear this?" Spencer complains about his pink sweater vest.
"Yes, Spence! I tried to make it as comfortable as I could for you. Everyone is doing it, and I want to as well. Plus, you can't say no to me, right?" You heard him huff and then shuffle around the living room. Presumably looking for his keys and wallet. Though they were in your room, so you grabbed them as you walked out.
"Do you know where my..." He trailed off as he saw your outfit. Pink, that was the first and only word that came to mind.
"What do you think?!" Passing him the keys and wallet you twirled about and smiled happily. He took longer than you expected to answer, and it made your heart drop a bit. Was this too much? You didn't want to go crazy, but you wanted to have fun.
But as he stepped closer to you, a smile grew on his face. He reached for your hand and spun you around before pulling you close.
"You are the most stunning Barbie I have ever seen." He kissed you all over your face causing you to pull back.
"Don't ruin the makeup, baby!" You rushed over to the couch to pick up your zip up before pulling him out the door.
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Handing you a tissue from his pocket, you gratefully took it. Spencer then moved to rub your back gently.
The movie had ended, and your heart felt a little less heavy. All those years ago, you remember playing with your Barbie, all the places you brought her. She was your best friend, someone you confided in about all the trivial arguments you had with your mother.
Stepping out of the theater was almost worse. It felt like you were saying goodbye to part of your childhood again. But you leaned on Spencer, much like you always have, because he was your rock. He was your Allan.
Wiping your nose before quickly discarding the tissue, you kissed Spencer on the cheek, his nose scrunched up as you did.
"Thank you for coming with me, Spencer. That meant a lot." You could still hear the stuffiness in your nose. But he just looked down at you and smiled, something shining in his eyes.
"Of course, sweetheart." He returned the kiss with one of his own to the top of your head.
On your way out, you saw turns of pink going out and in of the theater. Though someone caught your eye.
"Y/N!!! SPENCER!!!" You heard the familiar heel clacking and the heavy boots scuffing the ground. Then you almost got tackled by Penelope without even getting a good look at her. She squeezed you incredibly tight. You could hear Derek patting Spencer on the shoulder.
"Did you guys just watch it, too?" Spencer questioned, though when Penelope pulled back, and you got a good look at her face, you could tell the answer. If you were the definition of pink right now, Penelope was double pink. And she looked gorgeous.
"You got dragged into watching it, too?" Derek chuckled. But you saw how his eyes were the slightest bit puffy. "I thought the ending was a bit... eh."
Yours and Penelopes heads snapped towards him. Then he looked like a deer caught in headlights. Spencer even looked a bit taken back.
"What?!" You and Penelope asked in unison.
"Well, I just mean, I wish they showed more with the mom and Barbie. You know?" He crossed his arms, not once breaking eye contact.
In a moment, the rage that had built in you dulled. That made sense. It ended perfectly in your opinion, and Derek's point was valid.
"Okay. You get a pass, Derek Morgan, that was a reasonable thought." Penelope announced. "Now, shall we go get some ice cream? It's the boys' treat!" She exclaimed as she linked arms with you. The boys laughed before following.
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Illicit affairs, Spencer Reid
Very old Spencer oneshot inspired by "Illicit affairs" by Taylor Swift.
“Meet me outside in seven minutes. We need to end this now.”
As you read the text, you could feel your stomach turning.
“We need to end this now.”
We, huh? He ended it months ago, so what could he possibly need to talk about. You walk to the gift table and drop your present off. Perfume and cologne. The same ones they wore the first day they met each other. No name signed on that part would hurt too much.
You asked Spencer so you could be exact about what you planned to buy. It's a simple gift, really, but it's the thought that counts. It's sweet with sentimental value. The perfect gift for the perfect couple. The perfect girlfriend and boyfriend, soon to be the perfect husband and wife.
With the gift gone, you walked towards the exit before being stopped by a worried Penelope.
“Y/n have you seen Spencer ?” Your heart drops. “We want to start soon, and the guests are getting anxious.”
You panicked not knowing what to say so you shake your head instead. You were flustered, your face warm in anticipation.
Of course, everyone is anxious. No one wants the groom to be missing on the wedding day. Everyone's looking for him, and he's waiting for you outside. You felt disgusted with yourself. Guilt was written all over your face. And soon tears would be too.
Scanning the parking lot, the only person you could see was a tall man in a large dark coat. You almost didn't want it to be him.
It had been ages since you and Spencer spoke one on one, and you knew this would be just like the last time. He'll tell you it's over, the best thing to do now is to move on. But maybe this time would be different, maybe this time you would say what needed to be said. Maybe this time you'll be the one he wants…
The man turns around, revealing himself, his face covered by the hood on the coat. You smiled seeing him again, all dressed up with his long brown hair gelled back and the bowline glasses that fit his face perfectly. You opened your arms for a hug, any sort of embrace from him. Instead of doing the same, Spencer roughly grabbed you by your arm, pushing you against a car behind him. Making sure no one could see you.
This isn't the time or place to make a scene.
“Why are you here?” He barked.
“What no hi, hello you good y/n.” you attempted to lighten the situation.
Clearly you failed.
“Answer the question,” he demanded.
From this angle you could see his face fully, it was lit up by the moon. Being pressed against the car brought back memories. Memories of him and you, but his face lit by candles, and you were pressed against his bed. Naked.
“Are you gonna answer or not?”
“Surprisingly, I was invited by the bride, Ms. Jennifer Jareau. Well, soon to be Jennifer Reid, but I highly doubt she'll take your last name.”
The tension and anger is visible not just on his face, but also in the way he was holding you. His nails digging into your skin, you still pressed to the car. The only time he was as you was when you threatened to tell her about your relationship. If you could really ever call it that.
“Fine. Then why did you show up.” he hissed.
He lets go of you, he knows remaining calm was the best thing to do. He wouldn't ever hurt you, at least not in a way you wouldn't enjoy.
“Why wouldn't I show up? My friends are getting married.”
You state the obvious.
“You know why you shouldn't show you. We've been over this y/n, it was a lap in my judgment, JJ and I were having issues, and you comforted me when things escalated.”
“A lapse in judgment for almost half a year.” you yelled, pain cracking your voice.
His hands flew over your mouth and Spencer silenced you.
“Y/n, JJ is my best friend, okay she means the world to me. I'm sorry I no longer think about us the same way you do, but the fact is… I am marrying the love of my life today.” He speaks slow and careful, praying you understand. “You telling her we slept together for a few months would break her trust in me, in our relationship, in your friendship with her, but most importantly, it would break her.”
It would. It would absolutely shatter her, you couldn't care less what happens to Spencer in the end. But JJ, she deserves to be happy. She deserves the truth, right?
Spencer calms himself and takes a step away from you as you think.
“Fine, I wasn't planning on telling her anything anyway. But I have to stay for the wedding.” you attempted to stand your ground.
“No.” He demanded. “No, you have to leave. Coming here was one thing, but staying is something else.”
You stood still, frozen in disbelief. He didn't trust you enough to stay.
How did everything crumple so fast ? How did he go from crying in my arms about how much he missed her to coldly forcing me away again ? You could feel the tears in the corners of your eyes. It soon became hard to breathe, but you hold yourself together. Crying in front of Spencer wasn't something you could do, not again. Not now.
“Promise me you won't have any more laps in your judgment, JJ doesn't deserve that, no one does.”
As you began to walk away, you felt Spencer pull you back. His cold hands cup your face. He kisses you, forcing your face into his. His hands shake from the moment, from the cold, from you. Spencer pulled away from you with tears forming in his eyes.
“I love you, y/n.” He whispers it, like the secret it is. “Thank you sincerely.”
He ran back towards the building at the speed of light. Leaving you in shock as you stood alone in the large, dark parking lot. That was the first time he'd said those words.
You walked to your car freezing, your jacket left in the coat check. Silent, you sat in the car for a moment before releasing a large sad sigh. It felt like the first time you'd breathed in months. For too long, you were caught in Spencer's awful chokehold. Without your notice, tears streamed down your face as you looked at the building in your rearview mirror.
You could stay sure, but what would be the point?
This night was painful enough, JJ doesn't need that kind of hurt.
“She deserves happiness and he deserves her. No one else needs to get hurt tonight.” you repeat to yourself as you drive away.
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"Flashing Lights" Spencer Reid x black fem stripper reader fic
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where do you guys read your fanfic mostly? or do you not mind where its posted.
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Dredging Up the Past❤️🩹
a part two to Everyone’s Replaceable
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Black!Fem!Reader (FBI Agent), Reader x BAU
Relationship: passive-aggressive, a little hostile at first
Category: angst to semi-fluff
Summary: the sequel to Everyone’s Replaceable in which Y/N L/N is reunited with her former team members, the B.A.U., but not in the way you’d expect…
Content Warnings: hospital,cursing, mentions of crimes against children, implication of kidnapping— lmk if I missed anything<3
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It’s been seven months since my outburst at the B.A.U.. I would be lying if I said that I didn’t miss the chemistry that seemed to radiate off of my conversations with my former coworkers, but working away from them has been a refreshing experience.
After JJ turned in my resignation sticky note, Hotch immediately called me and asked me to explain the reason as to why I acted the way I did. Without a second thought, I listed off everything the doctors told me, even suggesting that I turn in a copy of my visitation logs to prove I wasn’t lying. I guess he believed me, because he allowed me to transfer into the Crimes Against Children Unit.
It’s still in Virginia, but a fresh start is a fresh start.
As I walk into the office building, my eyes trace over the text Katie sent me a little over an hour ago, insisting that I come into work on my day off to assist in a huge case that would require the attention of another unit. My shiny heels click across the floor as I approach a group of people standing around a case board. From the back, they look familiar, but once they turn around, my brain shuts down.
The B.A.U.
I almost want to kick myself for standing there and staring, mouth agape, looking like an idiot, but my brain can’t seem to string together any sentences to express how I feel right now— mainly because I don’t know what I feel.
Seven months is a long time to hang onto something, and, while I forgive them, I can’t forget what they did, How they made me feel. The only thing I remember feeling on my first day back at the office was unbridled rage.
I don’t even realize I’m still staring until Morgan clears his throat. “Hi, Y/N,” he says, voice barely above a whisper. “I-I… what? How?” My mind races a mile a minute as I stutter out my response. “Why, Katie? Why didn’t you tell me they were coming?!” The distress and horror in my voice causes Katie’s brows to furrow in contemplation. “I’m sorry, Y/N. We were getting nowhere and I had to make the call.” “That doesn’t mean you couldn’t have told me!” I fire back, oblivious to the fact that my former colleagues are still present. “Y/N,” Katie says sternly. “Now’s not the time. Let’s save this conversation for another time, yeah?” “Fine.” I place my bag on the conference table and cross my arms.
“It’s nice to see you all again,” I lie, plastering a fake smile to my face. “It’s been, what, seven months, 3 weeks, and nineteen days?” JJ raises her eyebrows at me. “Hi, Y/N,” Emily says, going in for a handshake that I politely reciprocate, making a mental note to wash my hands as soon as possible. To be honest, I didn’t think I’d still be angry after all this time, but the urge to be petty is creeping up into my chest and making it impossible to stay polite. I shake hands with everyone except Spencer, and for once, I’m glad he’s a germaphobe— he’s been here an hour and I’m already sick of him.
The case seems to drag on— no new leads, clues, locations, or names. The downside to this is that it means spending more time with Spencer, whom I’m trying to build a geological profile with. “All of these girls are being found here,” I say, using a red marker to mark each of the locations the girls were found. “We have more than enough locations to build a geographical profile, and yet, we’ve come up with nothing.” The frustration leaks into my tone as I talk aloud. A geographical profile is always easier to build when you’re not-technically-an-ex ex boyfriend is looking over you. “That’s because the locations are too spread out to narrow it down without having too many variables,” Spencer’s smart-ass mouth replies. Every word that comes out of his mouth only makes me want to punch him, hard. “I know that, genius,” I scoff. “I’m just trying to help you,” he says, turning to look at me. “Like you did when I was in the hospital?” The retort slips out of my mouth before my brain can register what I said, and by the time it does, my heart is racing so fast I feel like I could pass out. Spencer’s jaw falls open just a little, allowing me to bask in the sudden glory that came from rendering the smart mouth speechless.
“How’s your girlfriend?” I ask, abandoning the case board to glare at him. “What’s her name? I’m thinking it was Y/N, since you couldn’t tell the fucking difference.” For the first time in seven months, I get a good, long look at Spencer. His hair is neatly gelled to the side so that a section is hanging in front of his eye, and he’s just as cleanly shaven as I remember him to be. His big, brown eyes lost their familiar spark after I ended up in the hospital— I only remember because my good friend Penelope told me all about it. Spencer’s slightly chapped, pink lips are sucked into his teeth as he struggles to form an answer to my statement. “What’s wrong?” I tease, bathing in the embarrassed look on his face. “All those words in your brain and you can’t figure out what to say to me?”
“She’s not my girlfriend.”
I almost laugh at how quiet his voice sounds. “Really?” I ask. “‘Cause that’s not what it looked like to me.”
“She’s not my girlfriend,” Spencer repeats.
“Whatever,” I scoff again. “Where is she, anyway?”
“She quit,” he mumbles.
Now that revelation causes me to laugh. “I’m happy for her,” I admit through giggles. “At least she managed to save herself.” Something inside of Spencer snaps, because his eyes darken and his expression turns cold. “God, you’re such a-a…” he stutters, clearly holding back his annoyance. The innocent, sweet boy I had left behind wouldn’t have dared to yell at me, so I’m intrigued as to what he has to say. “Such a what?” I taunt, a grin on my face. “A child,” Spencer snaps.
Oh.
I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t surprised that he actually insulted me. Luckily for me and unfortunately for him, his little comment fails to faze me. If anything, it eggs me on. “Now that’s more like it,” I tell him. “What else have you got, or is that it? Poor baby can’t even get a word out.”
What he says next isn’t at all what I expected to hear.
“Wanna know the real truth as to why I couldn’t see you?!” Spencer exclaims, chest heavily rising and falling with each angry inhale. “Sure,” I reply. “Other than to cheat.” “I didn’t cheat on you, Y/N! Would you stop saying that?!” “Just tell me why you didn’t come see me,” I say, ignoring his request. “I don’t have all fucking day.” “My mom’s schizophrenia worsened and none of the medications were helping!” My heart stops. If there’s one thing I always loved in the world, it was Diana Reid— the most light-hearted, kindest soul on the planet. Spencer doesn’t even wait for a response before he continued. “I had to fly back to Vegas to check on her, and it was so bad to the point where, even if you told her to, she wouldn’t remember to eat!” Something warm and foreign fills my eyes before I even get the chance to register what they are.
Tears.
A single one slips down my cheek at his confession, and as he continues, they don’t stop. “We tried every medication— everything— and it wasn’t working. Y/N, believe me when I say that I thought about you every day. I wouldn’t have left you on life support on purpose, I swear to God. I loved you so much, Y/N. More than you think.” Spencer’s knuckles are white from being balled up into angry fists that reside at his sides, and through my blurry tears, I can tell he’s crying, too. My body, like a magnet, finds itself tangled up in a confusing, comforting hug as we cry together in front of a case board with pictures full of scared children. It feels so unfamiliar and strange to be hugging the man who broke my heart, but I can’t bring myself to pull away, even if I wanted to. “I-I…” Fuck. Now it’s me who doesn’t know what to say. “God, Spencer, I’m so sorry, I… I don’t know, I just— fuck, I…I don’t know what to feel anymore.” And it’s true. Resentment for my ex boyfriend has been flushed out of my system and replaced by another weird feeling, one I can’t fully place a finger on. “It’s okay,” he shuffles, still clinging to me like a lanky koala. “I should’ve told you.”
“It’s your private business,” I tell him “You don’t have to tell anybody.”
“We had been dating for so long that you had a right to know,” he points out.
That’s the keyword— had. Now that the air has been cleared of leftover hatred, I genuinely don’t know how to feel about Spencer anymore. We’re just two broken people who managed to find each other again. “What about the rest of the team?” I ask as we separate, sniffling and wiping stray tears from our sticky cheeks. “I can’t speak for them,” Spencer replies. His words bestow a blanket of silence upon the conference room, leaving us staring at our shoes like little kids who’ve just been scolded.
“What happens now?” I ask.
“I don’t know,” Spencer admits.
No words can fit the predicament I’ve found myself in. Part of me knows that I shouldn’t have to apologize for the rightful outburst I had months ago, but I can’t help but feel guilty that Spencer was harboring all this pain while we were dating, and he didn’t think to tell me.
“I could’ve helped” I finally say.
“How?”
“I don’t know! Emotional support, maybe?”
Spencer laughs dryly and sits down. “We, uh, we better get back to the geographical profile,” he says, motioning to the barely-touched map. “Right,” I confirm.
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The case ended quicker than I wanted it to, although I’m sure I would’ve loved it that way if Spencer didn’t confess his secret to me. Katie gives the B.A.U. another round of handshakes, as do I, and one by one, they exit the building— all except Spencer. “So, uh, Y/N…” he trails off. “Yeah?” “C-Can we, y’know, like, talk sometime?” My heart stops at his question, but I manage to compile an, “Over coffee?” “S-Sure,” he stammers, handing me a folded piece of paper. “Here’s my number— I’m sure you deleted it after we… y’know…” He’s right, I did, but that’s not what makes my head spin. This feels exactly like when he first asked me out— from the coffee date to the folded piece of paper. “Next Thursday sound okay?” I ask, pocketing the note. “Yeah,” Spencer says. “It’s a date.” A warm blush creeps up his neck and the tiniest smile forms on his lips. I smile back and fidget with my fingers, my body refusing to move. “B-Bye,” he stammers, waving as he turns to leave. “Bye,” I respond, watching ad he walks off towards the SUVs. Katie grins and punches me in the arm. “Lovergirl.” “I don’t know about that,” I admit, allowing a laugh to escape my lips. “Whatever you say, Y/N.”
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𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈
𝐆𝐞𝐧
𝐏𝐆
𝐍𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬
𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫.
𝟑.𝟏𝐊 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬
A full seven days. That's how long it takes for JJ to actually look at the burnt CD again. She'd kept it in her purse since she had gotten back. Over the course of the week, she'd find herself digging for it in her bag. She'd put hand on it, breathe a little, revealing a sense of calm that she now associated acutely with her time in New Orleans. She would think about pulling it out, calling the number written on it.
Then, she would be overwhelmed with panic. With worry that nothing would ever top the initial spark. That they would try to like, maybe even try to love each other and it would twist into something dark and ugly like everything else in her life. That eventually that night and day spent with Shy in New Orleans, in her home, would leave a bitter, sickening taste of regret in her mouth rather than something to reminisce upon when she was having a bad day. At that thought, she would drop the disc like it were on fire and get back to work or clean her apartment.
But, one day, she had awaken with that melody in her head. That sweet, jazzy tone. It haunted her like a ghost that was begging to be noticed. It haunted her like unfinished business. By two thirty in the afternoon, she'd had more than enough. She found herself tearing her office apart looking for her CD player. She knows she has one for work. She keeps it for the plane, for when she's really stressed or overwhelmed. It's the first thing she unpacks from her go bag but this day? It takes her forever to find. By the time she find it, her office looks ransacked. As if it wasn't messy enough before all this, she's surely fucked her cluttered system all the way up.
She paused when she got hands on the CD. As if just simply listening to it had some massive set of ramifications. She found herself staring at the number until it found itself burning into her brain. Until it was the only thing she could see. She wrote down the tracklist before popping in the CD, sliding on her headphones. She cleaned the wreckage she had left in her wake, letting the music overtake her. It was only a random assortment of songs but they were so soulful, so smooth, so filled with love that despite there being no story direction in the tracklisting order, despite JJ having the memory and knowledge of the fact that Jasira gave it to her because she had needed something to write her phone number on, JJ had deluded herself into believing there was a grand meaning to this parting gift. That it was a sign of sorts.
Still, sign or no sign. JJ can't bring herself to dial the number. She tries for a few days, but each time, her stomach starts to flip, twist and turn and she can't. She hates being scared. She doesn't think she's ever been this scared of anyone, and she sat across Jacob Dawes, who wanted to sniff her hair before he died. She wishes she had the confidence she had when she thought she was never going to see her again.
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It's a random off day when her phone rings. She's in the kitchen, trying to replicate a recipe for shrimp and grits that she doesn't have, that she's trying to replicate from memory, that isn't going well at all. Her phone is in the bedroom. Upon hearing the tone, going off, she jumps with excitement, sprints to her bedroom. Just in case. It isn't until she gets it and sees Emily's name that she remembers, she didn't give Jasira her number. It's a disappointing thing to remember. She's never been so disappointed to recieve a call from Emily before.
"Hello?"
"Jayje," Emily greets and JJ can immediately envision that soft, sweet smile she tends to have when she calls her that. Emily's a sweet friend, but still, not who she wanted to hear from, "Hey."
"Hi."
"So," Emily starts, "Derek and Pen and myself are going to spend the day together in the city, and it absolutely would not be the same if you weren't there. Reid already can't make it."
JJ remembers her food, that isn't at all good, by the way, and heads back to the kitchen because she doesn't want to deal with the hassle of it burning.
"Oh, um," she pauses. She doesn't have anything to do, but she's not sure she wants to be around two profilers who are much too good at their jobs as well as her extremely pushy, nosy best friend while she's feeling like a lovesick puppy right now. But, then, she remembers, she has a new list of artists who's albums she wants to buy and says, "Sure, sure. Why not?"
"Perfect," Emily answers, pulling her phone away from her ear a bit, "She's going to hang," she informs their friends. She puts the phone back closer, "Okay, we're on our way to you. We'll see you in about 20."
When they get off the phone, JJ takes her failed attempt of a meal of the stove eye and turns it off. She goes to get changed. She's barely had a chance to finish getting ready before she hears a knock at the door. She checks the time on her phone because she's sure a full twenty minutes hasn't passed. And, she's right. It's only been ten. Which means she already knows who's driving because Morgan speeds like Dominic Torretto. She goes to answer the door, not at all self conscious about only being in jeans and a sports bar. Morgan lets out a low whistle, resulting in both Garcia and Emily slapping him in the chest.
"You keep driving how you do, Derek, and even your federal agent status won't be able to help you keep your license." JJ says, as she lets them in.
He scoffs, "How do you know I was driving?"
"Because you were twenty minutes away," JJ says, simply, "You are a speedracer."
"Okay," he scoffs, lazily throwing his hands up in defense, "I do not speed outside of work."
Emily rolls her eyes, chortling, "Morgan, you are too fast, too furious."
JJ let out a chuckle that was mostly released through her nose with a smile on her lips so subtle, none of her friends seemed to see it. She excused herself to go finish getting dressed. She rejoined them in a second. It was briefly debated upon whether or not they would drive her car and let her drive to keep Morgan out of the driver's seat. But, that was shot down. By her because she barely wanted to hang out in the first place, driving would really damper her mood.
In the car, JJ sat in the back of Derek's SUV with Emily as Penelope sat up front with him. The usual arrangement. No way anyone gets the front seat in Derek's care if his precious baby girl is a passenger. As soon as they pulled out of the driveway, Morgan got comfortable. No doubt, manspreading as much as the car space would allow, one hand dropping from the steering wheel and the other taking hold of Penelope's; he also leaned into the slightly tilted front seat. That's when the fast and furious side of him came out.
It would have been a little terrifying if they weren't so used to it. Maybe would have been anyway because riding with him always puts JJ on edge a bit, if she had been able to do anything but stare at the joining of Derek and Penelope's hands.
She hated this, the unfamiliarity of being so stuck on a person that everything reminds her of them. It's stupid because Derek is lighter than Jasira by a few hues but still, the contrast of his skin and Garcia's is giving her flashbacks. She crosses her legs and tries to breathe. She's not even thinking of the sex itself. As remarkable as it was, it's not what she thinks of the most when her mind wanders in her direction.
No, she thinks more about the way she smiled at her over her shoulder in the club. Hell, even just her general presence has JJ feel like she's losing her grip on her sanity. It's the sound of her voice, that accent, her laugh. She thinks about her showing her family pictures and telling their stories. She thinks about her cooking. She thinks about how she rubs her back in her sleep even when she's deeply asleep herself. She thinks about how soft her skin is and she remembers what it's like to hold her hand. She thinks about the height difference, about how well Jasira fits in her lap like a missing puzzle piece and how sweet she looks, looking up at her with those deep, brown eyes of hers. How pure. She thinks about how just breathing her in makes her feel like maybe she can do this, even though she isn't a hundred percent sure what this is.
Then, of course, she thinks the sex. That electrifying chemistry between them. She's never been pressed for sex or lacking in that department; the longest she had ever gone without was eight months and that's just because the team had been that busy, but she has never ever connected like that with anyone during. And, whenever she gets those flashbacks, she spends far too much time with her vibrator. She just hates that she's suddenly thinking about it now, in the car with three of her best friends.
But it was just a night and like, six hours. That's no time at all. Certainly not enough time to be feeling like this. Maybe she's idealizing it. Maybe it's but an illusion, and they can never be so happy again. She knows herself. There's a reason she doesn't do relationships much. She's been in relationships before, but she knows that she doesn't know how to let people in and she knows how fast she loses interest in people, maybe because of that. It's a fault that she isn't sure she's capable of changing. Not without professional help, maybe and she's so against that. She would break Jasira's heart in five different places. Therein lies the issue, her fear; why she's at a standstill. Why she hasn't brought herself to call her even though there is nothing in the world she wants to do more.
"Jayje?" Emily's whisper is forceful enough to make her jump a bit. Emily gives her a sympathetic gaze. Every since the thing with the dogs, Emily gives her this look any time she catches her off guard. "I'm sorry," Emily says, seeing her friend's reaction to her, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I had just been trying to get your attention and you were a little out of it."
"No," JJ forces a smile, "It's okay. You're okay."
Emily gave a reassured smile, "Good. Are you okay, JJ?" Her eyebrows furrowed. "You're a little misty and flushed and your jaw is clenched pretty tight."
"I'm fine," she says but her jaw is tight. Emily doesn't believe her and it's clear, "Really. I'm okay. I just have a lot on my mind."
"Yeah," Emily nods, not wanting to push, but knowing there was more to the story. Seems like there always is with JJ, "yeah. I'm sure. I'm here for you, you know?"
"Em, I appreciate you, but I'm fine."
Emily backed off of her then, but she knew she wasn't okay. She's been a bit weird since New Orleans. Emily figures that detective must have made some strong impression on her. It's just that JJ's been so out of it lately when they hang out or talk, that Emily is having trouble making out what kind impression he'd made. JJ's a difficult person for her profile.
They park somewhere downtown in the center of pretty much everything. They don't have any real plans, just to enjoy each other and their surroundings. They're cracking jokes, just enjoying each other's company. Teasing Morgan mostly because that's the way it usually goes when he's the only guy around. It's easy, he makes it so and he's a good sport about being dunked on. Despite the fact that nothing remarkable has happened, JJ is happy to that she agreed to come out. Something to keep her mind from settling in on Shy, even if it keeps drifting there. It's the best she can do because she hasn't left her mind since JJ had to leave her. It's not a total relief but it's something, and she's appreciative.
She keeps looking at Morgan and Garcia, though. They're a good part of the distraction. Watching them and speculating. They aren't too different than how they are at work, just much more physical. And, sometimes, Derek makes an innuendo that has to be too close for comfort because Garcia will go cherry red and punch him. Or, push him into traffic. In private moments with Garcia, JJ isn't shy about thinking that the two of them should stop joking around and start doing. JJ, for one, doesn't trust anyone else with Garcia's heart, but also — even from a sense of practicality — they just make sense. And, she thinks that's rare. That people fit perfect on paper and are like puzzle pieces in real life as well. Soulmates is a stupid concept, she thinks, but if any two people were to change her mind on that, it would be Morgan and Garcia.
She knows by the way Garcia flushes and hurriedly shuts down the suggestion that she wants him as bad as JJ wants them to be a proper thing. Garcia fears and has worries about whether or not Derek would actually ever want her, however. But, JJ knows he does. She can't say how she knows. She just does. Today, watching them makes her feel like maybe Garcia actually knows that now, finally. Like it's been proven to her, by him because he's the only one who could have done such a thing. It makes JJ think that maybe, if even he can settle down a bit, then maybe commitment isn't a dark monster hiding in your closet.
On their quest to find a restaurant, not even necessarily something they all agreed on, just something that at least one of them was in the mood for, they pass a record store.
"Oh," JJ speaks up, "Pit stop," she says and they turn to look at her with inquisition, evidently not really realizing where they were standing, "I have to run inside here and buy some new albums."
"Yes!" Garcia agrees, loving to have a reason to explore music and her tone is giddy in a way that's only usually typical of drunk Garcia but Morgan has had his arm around her shoulder and been whispering to her off and on for five blocks now so JJ supposes she may as well be.
"I would never say no to adding to my vinyl collection," Emily says, subtly bumping JJ's shoulder, as a show of support, nodding toward the entrance way of the building immediately after.
"Alright, baby," Derek says in the same exact tone as Garcia, "I'm down for wherever you wanna take me." He and Garcia follow behind Emily, who had been following behind JJ.
JJ found the R&B section with ease. She didn't need a list. She had memorized every artist as is. She has to check the track list to make sure she was getting the right albums first. She'd had half a mind to just grab anything with the artists' names attached, but she was still diving into them. Into this genre as a whole. So, she stuck to the albums that held songs that she already knew she loved.
"Didn't take you for an R&B fan," Derek said, his voice a sudden intrusion that made her jump out of her skin a bit. He chuckled, soft and full of humor, "Easy, Blondie, it's just me."
She ignores his second comment, "It's a new discovery."
He takes a few CDs from her hands, reading, "Chante Moore, D'Angelo, Jahiem, After 7, Ciara, Michel'le, 112..." He trailed off, sifting through the rest of her CDs, looking up at her, "Damn, girl, this is pretty all over the place for you to be new to the genre."
JJ isn't the best liar in the world. Not when she's pulling out of a thin air on a whim, but dancing with the truth? That was her strength. She gives an easy smile that feels tight on her face.
"I bought a burnt mix down in New Orleans."
"Oooh!" he exclaims full of excitement, "Can I borrow it? I would love to hear that mix."
In the moment he asks, all JJ can see is Jasira's number sprawled out over the top of it. For a brief second, sure, she imagines herself being questioned about it. Then, she imagines something worse. Morgan calling the number. Be it out of genuine curiosity or to tease her. She imagines him falling for that voice and her falling for the confidence in him that she lacks right now. She imagines herself (and Penelope) being left out in the cold. These thoughts run through her mind. She pales and answers faster than what was necessary, fast enough for it to be suspicious.
"No!" She raises her voice and his eyebrows crease, "It's just that it's the only thing I've been listening to lately. I'm not ready to part with it." Which is true.
He nods slowly, giving her that profiler look and she tries her damnedest to not grind her teeth. Then, Garcia calls him, and he turns his attention away. He all but sprints to her. JJ breathes easier.
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JJ doesn't get home until well after dark with a small bag of CDs and a take out box. She can't lie, she's had a great time. In the quiet of her own apartment, though, her mind floats back to Jasira and stays there. Maybe, it's the high of joy she's riding from her day. Maybe, it's because she's spent all day watching Morgan and Garcia throw caution into the wind and be true lovebirds. Whatever it is, she doesn't even wait until she's settled in. As soon as the door is locked behind her, she pulls out her cellphone. Her phone number has been been burned so deep in her brain that she dials it like she's done it a million times before. Like it's second nature.
JJ comes crashing down from her high when the call isn't answered. Whatever fleeting moment of hope she has goes crashing and burning into nothing.
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How I think Criminal Minds characters would react to you eating too much candy on Halloween
Pairing: All CM Characters x Black!Afab!Female!Reader
Warnings: Fluff
Length: Medium
Masterlist
*there are writing mistakes in my works, I don’t proofread!
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|| Emily Prentiss ||
Emily would come back to her office just to see you slumped on the couch because if the candy coma you got into after passing out candy to everyone and then leaving a shit ton to yourself. She laughed at you that all the candy wrappers were mostly left in the bag of candy. She took the bag and locked it up in one of her drawers in her desk who that you couldn’t cause anymore destruction.
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|| Jennifer Jareau ||
JJ found you in the kitchen at the island with your head down, groaning with all the candy wrappers around you on the table, along with all the open cases files and a bucket of candy almost empty. She laughed as you reached for one more, maybe using the candy for a rush was not the trick. JJ grabbed the bucket of candy and hid it from you and most definitely the boys too.
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|| Penelope Garcia ||
You both wanted to have a contest to see who can eat the most candy in ten minutes, and for obvious reasons it wasn’t the smartest idea. You ended up needing to go home because you couldn’t sit up from your chair, your stomach hurt that bad. Penelope was laughing at you as you held your stomach, crunched over. She was still eating the candy.
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Lovely Attraction
Love Interests: Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Aaron Hotchner, and Jennifer Jareau
Story Description: "The only thing we never get enough of is love; and the only thing we never give enough of is love."
Authors Note: This book is taken place in season four going up.
®️ this story contains Nudity/Sexual Themes, Strong Language, Drugs, and Struggles of Mental Health.
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Aaron Hotchner (Criminal Minds) - Chapter 25 - Final
After your night with Hotch, the decision wasn’t hard. You needed to bring back Hailey. Since you met, he’d done nothing but support and accepted you. Because he believed you were good. Even when you questioned it.
Times where you thought you caused more pain than aid. Now, you have a chance to truly show that you are what he sees. Just this once, you’d like to put his needs before your own. Because he’s always put yours above his.
He’d been a good friend, boss, and lover. There’s nothing more you could have asked for.
This was the right thing.
“Are you ready?” You look behind you.
“You know, I should be really freaked out that you can pop up at my place whenever you feel like."
“Don’t worry, even I am not that crass.” You laugh, the first real one that you’ve done around him. He’s standing in your hallway with his hands outstretched. You stand, turning your back to the door.
“(Y/N) stop!!”
You flinch at the call. Hotch is on the other side of the door. He kicks it in, and the alarms go off. His gun is raised.
“Don’t…don’t go with him.” Hotch sounds out of breath.
“How did you know?”
You were sure you hadn’t given anything away.
“All week you’ve been distant. I thought if I gave you time you’d tell me. But yesterday you..when you told me you loved me, I knew something was wrong. The way you said it, that look in your eyes, almost like you knew something was about to happen.” Hotch hasn’t lowered his gun. You can’t stop the smile.
“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that you figured it out. You really are special Aaron Hotchner. "
Him being here just makes it harder for you to go. That look in his eyes, it’s the same one you’d worn since you lost your mother. He could see it too, that he was about to lose you. Maybe not in a way he could comprehend, but a loss nonetheless. You swallow any regret, turning away from Hotch.
“DON’T!!”
“Goodbye Hotchner.”
Taking your father’s hand, he closes his eyes, and so do you.
That warm feeling washes over your body, and you open your eyes. Hotch is gone, and you do what you can to keep the tears at bay.
“Will they remember any of this?”
Remember you.
“They won’t.” He doesn’t sugar coat it.
You should expect as much. He gives you a moment to breathe. To decide if this is truly the route you want to take.
“I’m ready.” He doesn’t expect the immediate response.
But he understands.
“Just remember, you’re going to alter reality. Because of my status…I can’t join you. If anything happens I can’t help, not until you step back into the veil.” You nod.
“I know.”
It’s clear that this could be it. You would either save Hailey, or fail and end up stuck in a loop of the past. You need to be smart and quick. You try to picture it. The woman you’d briefly seen in Hotch’s home, hugging Jack in those pictures. Your brows furrow, and you can hear it.
A vague sound of a conversation.
“All he had to do was stop looking for me.”
Opening your eyes you both view the scene. It’s like a clip from a movie. George Foyet has Hailey. He’s standing right there, on the phone.
Swallowing, you turn to your father.
“Dad..”
He looks just as solemn as you. Because as good as this would be, it also meant that you would have to live with the pain of all your memories. They wouldn’t be erased like the rest of your team.
“I love you, Dad.”
If he wasn’t crying before, he surely was now. He takes you in his arms, hugging you. Something neither of you have done in years.
“I love you too sweetheart.” He rubs the back of your head, right before he pats your back.
“Go and be a hero.”
He’s wearing a smile, one filled with pride, and you wipe your eyes. Your focus moves back to the veil that separates you. Pressing your hand through the layered light, you step right through. You can hear the conversation of Hailey giving her goodbyes. Foyet’s grin was wide, until he took notice of you.
“What the..where did you come from?” He lifts the gun in your direction, and Hailey screams, dropping the cellphone.
“Hailey, HAILEY!!”
You can hear Hotch’s scream from the other side of the phone.
You lift your hand, and the gun in Foyet’s hand is thrown back. Hailey ducks, and he rushes at you. Hailey scrambles for the gun, and she lifts it in his direction. Her confusion increases when she takes notice of him swinging at the air. There’s nothing there, not that she can see. But he’s yelling and flailing around wildly.
“You need to shoot.”
It’s almost a whisper in her head. She doesn’t hesitate, she fires off two rounds. Foyet grunts, and her eyes are tightly shut when she does. When she looks up, he’s laying on the floor. All she can hear is his gurgling sounds. The bullet had struck him in his neck. The door to her house flies open, and Hotch comes storming in.
“Aaron!!”
She calls desperately. He makes it to the couch, and the second she sees him, she runs right into his arms. Hotch is relieved. He lowers his gun, returning the embrace eagerly. He looks down, at the pool of blood that forms around the male on the ground. Sighing, he holds on tightly.
“J-Jack, where is Jack he’s-” Hotch shakes his head.
“Jack is fine. We’re fine. We’re all fine.”
The weight of what could have happened hits her, and her knees buckle as she sinks to the ground. Hotch follows her down, just as his team comes blasting through the door. Relief overtaking them they take notice of Hailey's form. Foyet is the one who’s been taken out.
Hailey is alive.
Unharmed.
You’d done it.
The team may never know what happened, the life you led that you’d been so lucky to have been a part of with them. But you don’t regret it, not for a second.
Hotch had his family back. He could be happy.
So could you.
~The End~
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BLACK CAT GIRLFRIEND | Spencer Reid x reader
request: Hey Congratulations on the 2K! Do you think you could write something with Spencer Reid and a Reader who has lots of tattoos and/or piercings? Like she's the whole "bad girl" stereotype but Spencer and her complement each other so well and have a very sweet and mature relationship. I would love something like that.
description: the team meet Spencer's new girlfriend and she doesn't look quite like they'd imagined
word count: 1.1k
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authors note: I officially hit 2k followers this morning!! see my post here for requesting but lets start this milestone off with a bang!! thankyou so much :))))))
Morgan had to admit, you weren’t exactly what he’d envisioned when Pretty Boy had been talking his ear off for months about the girl in his apartment building that had slipped him your number. He wasn’t judgemental, not by a longshot, but Spencer had always seemed like the type to date the preppy, library geek, or even the cutesy geneticist if Maeve had been anything to go off of.
It’s not like you weren’t hot, he could see that you were a mile away, but you looked like you’d sooner break someone’s wrist for so much as talking to you than fall for their resident genius.
You smiled tightly, shaking Derek’s hand with a crushing grip, as Spencer introduced you to his team, the obnoxiously loud bass almost drowning out his words as the six of you stood in the bar.
“Nice to meet you, Spencer talks about you all the time,” You said politely, and no sooner had you let go of the man’s warm hand, two arms were thrown over your shoulders and you were tugged into a hug.
“I’m Penelope- oh you’re so pretty, Morgan isn’t she so pretty? You should marry Spencer then you can be boyfriend girlfriend for, like, life-” The perky voice was all a jumble as the blonde pulled away, cupping your face, rubbing down your arms kindly, sweetly, like you were swallowing a warm spoon of honey.
“Penelope, newbie rules, remember,” Emily chimed in, seeing your eyes widen at the sudden intrusion of personal space. She could see this ending with the pretty pink bows Garcia had plaited her hair in torn to shreds on the sticky floor, right next to her long barbie locks if your intimidating figure was anything to go off, “Not everyone likes hugs,”
“No, no,” You replied, smiling gently at the woman who was softer than cotton candy, “Hugs are nice,”
“We’re going to be very best friends, I can feel it, which is funny because my tarot actually said I’d meet a strong Taurus woman- or are you a Scorpio-” Penny’s smile was dazzling, but she was soon ushered to let go of the bear like grip she had on your shoulders by a chuckling Morgan.
“Let the other kids play with her, babygirl,” He said, and you were pulled in another direction towards Emily who gave a polite handshake.
“Nice ink,” She said with raised brows as she saw the intricate sketches that covered the back of your hands, trailing up your arm and under the band tee you wore. She knew who they were, though they only dragged up memories of her own days of thick eyeliner and rebelling against her mother. “They must have hurt like a bitch, I got one on my hip and could barely sit for one hour,”
You snickered, nodding, seeing her eyes trailing over the ones on your ankles and knees where your ripped jeans flashed them all.
“Bones hurt the most, though the one on my ass is up there for the worst ones,” You replied, and Penny’s brows shot into her hairline, though she giggled like a schoolgirl being told a secret.
“I think we’re gonna need to see the proof on that one,” Morgan teased flirtily, the way he always did, the way he did even with JJ who had a whole child and partner, because it was his natural state of being.
Spencer smiled as his team warmed to you, though he was quick to pull you to him with a gentle arm around the waist. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Derek, that man was practically his brother, he’d taken bullets for the guy, but he liked having you close, even if to just remind himself that you were all his, including said tattoo on your buttcheek that he’d seen plenty of times.
The team didn’t need to know that, but you could tell your words had reminded him of it as he pressed a shy kiss behind your ear.
He was careful to avoid the studs and links that glittered from your ear lobe, wrapping over the cartilage on your helix, though he loved to stare at them on nights where you tied your hair up and he could count every one of them. To him you were a work of art, complex and detailed with every glance he stole. You were an illustration in one of his many books, everything he imagined for himself times a million.
“I’m going to go get a drink, do you want one?” You said, looking up at him with puppy eyes, like a lovestruck teenager, fat adoration in your gaze. It oozed out of every inch of you, and JJ thought for a moment that you looked nothing like the scary doberman woman that Spence had originally brought over to meet them. You looked in love, the saccharine, soft and dazed kind of in love.
“Let me get it for you,” Spencer rooted around his pocket for his wallet, turning to see Morgan’s beer bottle running low, “You having another one?”
“I’m good, my man, you just sort yourself and your lady out,” Derek flashed him a thousand watt smile and clapped him on the shoulder as you entwined your fingers with his, pulling him through the cluster of people and towards the bar, “What a stud,”
Penelope giggled again, leaning towards her adonis best friend with honeyglow cheeks, watching their genius get led like a dog on a leash.
“Oh lover boy had got it bad,” She drawled, watching Reid, their Reid, develop an uncharacteristically protective stance as a few men at the bar shot looks up and down your body. She couldn’t blame them either, you were a sight for sore eyes. “Okay, so do I have to be the first one to point out how hot she is or have I maybe had one too many margaritas?”
“She seems nice,” JJ chose her words carefully, still not entirely sure she would have ever put the two of you together but she saw the way Spence’s eyes got round and longing when he looked over you. He’d clearly said something to make you laugh, and an inked hand raised up to brush his chocolate curls out of his face lovingly, “She seems good for him,”
A murmur of agreement ran through the four of them, Emily taking one more sip of her martini as her eyes roved over your figure returning with something fruity and colourful, “Anyone else dying to know what’s on her ass?”
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penelope garcia x stud!reader
primarily penelope and the reader. introduces the team at the end, only mentions hotch, derek and jj by name. brief mention of kevin.
Starting your first day at the BAU, you find yourself trapped in the elevator for hours with a beautiful woman that you can't stop yourself from being attracted to.
Pure Fluff.
Unspecified age gap, but reader is an adult. No use of Y/N.
2K WORDS.
"Hold it!" You hear as you step into the elevator. You turn, your back facing the back wall of the elevator. You almost don't hold it, but then, she calls again, "Hold the elevator, please!"
And, that's when your eyes zero in on her. She's a stand out, if you've ever seen one. Colorful and bright as ever, she reminds you of both a sunshine and a rainbow after a rainy day. You reach out, catching the elevator doors before they could close, willing them to react to you and open up. Her heels clack louder as she puts a pep in her step to catch up, thanking you her entire way there. You don't let go or step back until she makes it into the elevator. She thanks you once again, and you assure her thanks isn't necessary. She turns to you, really, turns to you.
"I don't think I've ever seen you before," she says, outstretching her hand for you to shake, "Penelope Garcia. My friends call me Garcia.
You shake her hand as you introduce yourself to her and smirk, "Are you saying you want to be my friend?"
Garcia smiles and her entire face lights up when she does, "Well, I'm always open to making new friends."
"Where are you headed to?" You ask.
"I am going to the BAU."
Well, this must be fate of sorts. Either that or it was the kindest of coincidences. You were happy for it, regardless. This was your first day training for the reopening of the liasion position. You had been hoping that you would meet someone kind to help you transition into the new job. Your smile overtakes you.
"Same."
Penelope looks at you again, like really. Your name bouncing between her ears as she tries to place you. If you were headed there, surely she must have at least heard of you. She knows about all the changes to the unit. Well, the ones that aren't impromtu, anyway. Sometimes, Hotch makes a quick decision that doesn't go all the way through proper channels until after the decision has been made. But, other than that, she knows about it. And, then, it dawns on her.
"Oh, OH! You're our new liasion!" She puts together, and you nod. "Well, I guess I'm going to have to pay closer attention to BAU pres conferences, now." She says, eyes trailing you from head to toe. Not onces but twice.
"Ms. Garcia," you say, turning fully to face her, leaning in just a little, "you coming onto me?"
Her face goes beet red as she giggles, eyes twinkling under her glasses. She opens her mouth to respond, but before she can, the elevator does a psuedo drop before halting completely. It goes dark for a moment, and then the emergency lights come back on. When the lights come back on, the two of you see each other hugging your own corner of the elevator. You kind of fucking hate elavators.
"Please, tell me this doesn't happen often," you say, breaking the ice. She just shakes her head as she tries to get a handle of her breathing. "It can't be like this for long, can it?" You ask, trying to soothe yourself. She ignores you, still trying to get her breathing under control so she can soothe herself. It takes a lot of mental strength for you to push yourself out of your corner and into hers. You wrap your arms around her, gently, when you cross over and ease the two of you down to the floor. You place her hand on your stomach and model slow deep breaths for her to mimick. It takes a moment for her brain to catch up to the moment, but it does. She follows your league until it works, and she's relaxed a bit. Relaxed enough so that her breathing isn't a source of worry. You give her a gentle smile, then, "No worries. I'm going to just call my new boss and tell him where we are."
"Good idea, call Hotch." She says, watching as you retrieve your phone from your pocket. Your face drops and so does her heart. Frowning she asks, a little frantic, "What is it? What's wrong?"
"I don't have service," you mutter, restarting your phone, hoping for it to not be the case. But it is, and you mutter again, "I don't have service."
She retrieves her own phone from her purse, heart dropping further, "Neither do I."
You takes a deep breath. You don't know Penelope that well, but you are fairly certain that if you lose your shit, she's going to lose hers. So, you can't. Even though, you want to cry a little. Even though, you are terrified that this metal coffin will become you guys' final resting place. You force yourself to be optimistic, though, for both of your sakes.
"Okay, it's fine. They'll notice we aren't here, and the generators will start working, and we'll be out of hear in no time."
No time, has turned into four hours, and it's killing you to not know just how long you're going to be stuck here. But, you guys have found a way to not just pass the time but to keep each other sane. The ultimate question game. Where you combine this or that, would you rather, one must go, where do you stand?, and fact or fiction with the general questions game. It was lighthearted, helped you get to know your coworker, who was becoming forbidden fruit as your attraction started to grow, and most importantly, it kept your mind off the whole being trapping in a floating metal coffin thing.
"Wine or beer?" She asks.
"Wine," you say without a second thought. "Would you rather walk a mile of hot coals or swim across a lake of razors and lemon juice?"
She laughs through a scoff, jaw dropping just so, "What a sadistic question." You shrug, pleased with the dilemna you've created. "You answer," she insists.
"You can't turn it back around on me," you remind her, "We agreed. It's against the rules."
She huffs, "I really hate the mile of hot coals, but I am not the strongest swimmer. So, I don't really have a choice, do I?" You shake your head. She huffs, "So, what made you want to join the BAU?"
"Well, I've always been intrigued by how much the media can sway and swing things. How it can speak to the public and change the way they think, how it can send messages to people, to reach people exactly the way it needed to be reach. So, I worked behind the season, helping to produce a national news show. We reported on a lot, from crime to celebrity scandal to politics. The works. But, some of the messages we were sending, how they were reaching people, it just," you shrugged, "I wasn't happy with what I was doing. I saw first hand how dangerous it could be when the intention wasn't solely to help, and I felt sleazy all the time. So, I changed careers. I wanted to better serve the public. Then, they reopened this position, and I had to apply."
Penelope smirk, curiousity taking over her as she was geared up to break another rule. "What channel did you work for?"
"No, it's my turn." You remind her, playfully swatting her thigh, "Stop breaking the rules."
"You know, I was hoping the first time you spanked would be somewhere more private, but I'll take it."
You play along, "I mean, can it get any more private that this?"
There's this brief change in her eyes. Almost lustful, but it is so fleeting. You've seen it before, though. It's happened of the last few hours. She looks away, but you keep your eyes on her.
"Ask your question."
You don't know why you don't stop yourself from asking this but, "Do you date women?"
"Are you asking for a friend?" She asks, looking back at you.
"Nope, just me."
She blushes, looking away again, trying to see if this moment is real or if maybe she hit her head when the elevator jumped. She does that a lot. Every time the temperature rises between the two of you, she looks away. It's probably the smart thing to do. Trying to break the fever in the air. She is forbidden fruit, after all. You hate to shit where you eat, but you can't remember the last time you were quite this tempted. Especially in a situation like this with absolutely no prying eyes. With little to nothing to remind you that interoffice romance was a bad idea. And, everything just fueling this attraction you feel towards her. You do something bold. A gentle pair of fingers on her chin, pulling her face back to yours.
"Answer my question." You demand, softly, even though, you are fairly certain you know the answer.
"I do, actually," she answers, and you smile like you've just won a prize.
"Your turn."
"Aren't you a little young to be asking about my dating preferences?"
You snort out a chuckle, having been with your fair share of older women. If you were being perfectly honest, the youngest woman you had ever been with -- at all -- was seven years your senior. Beyond that, though, you were grown.
"I'm old enough to be starting my second career, and be something of a veteran at my old one," is your answer. Though, to be fair, you went to college early. Finished early, too, and you were the youngest producer on your staff but a decent margin. Always ahead of the curve you were, but it didn't take away from the truth of your statement. Or, the implication. You were old enough to know what you liked. You were old enough to be her colleague. You were old enough to be her equal.
"Your turn." She says, because touche.
"Are you seeing someone right now?"
"Nothing serious," she answers, "You?"
You shake your head, "Nothing at all."
She smiles, then. You, in her mind, were also something of forbidden fruit. She wasn't opposed to dating a techincal coworker. Obviously, Kevin, but someone in her unit? She couldn't let herself go there. She wouldn't. She didn't want to risk the fallout. Especially not with you. You were so new here; she didn't want to taint your experience with relationship drama. Even if you were the sexiest thing to walk into this building since Derek Morgan. Still, it made her happy to know that her future fantasies didn't have to contend with another. She was mildly selfish that way.
She was about to respond when the regular lights came on, and the emergency lights when off. Not long after, the lights came back on, the doors opened, and the two of you come face to face with six concerned faces. You stand, hasitly, helping her to her feet the moment you were on yours.
A blonde comes forward, wrapping her arms around Penelope, holding her for a moment. When she releases her, Penelope gives brief hugs to everyone else, until she reaches a bigger guy. Real buff and pretty, like a model. He hugs her as tight and as long as the blonde had. When he releases her, she merely smiles at the man you know to be Aaron Hotchner.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes! I am perfectly fine," She says, "Thanks to this lovely human," she says, reaching back for you, "I found our new liaison." She tells the group. You smile and wave, introducing yourself. They all introduce themselves to you. "If it wasn't for her, I would have lost my mind in there."
Derek makes sure to shake your hand, "Thank you for taking care of her."
Your eyes settle on her, and you try to contain your smile. Your eyes give you away, though, as you say, "Always," before Hotch connects you with JJ. You recongized her before she even introduced herself. You'd seen her conferences online before. Her older ones. Hotch informs you that she's going to be shadowing and training you for the next couple of weeks while you find your footing, and that your first case is today. You link up with JJ as the team and Penelope separate. When you turn to glance back at her, you find her looking back at you. You smile at each other, already missing the private bubble the two of you shared.
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Suit Jacket
Aaron Hotchner x bau!reader
part 2 | Invitation Letter
Summary: Aaron Hotchner seems to love his suit jacket on you.
Warning: Nothing besides a few curses (I think)
A/N: not my gif, ctto! This was also sitting on my drafts for almost a year and barely proofread, so I apologize for the errors.
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Sunday, March 11, 2:04 AM
"Thanks, unibrow." You grinned drunkenly, smiling at your boss, SSA Aaron Hotchner, as you collapsed in the cab's backseat. His suit jacket kept you cozy and covered like a cocoon while you comfortably giggled at the applied inside joke of his new nickname.
With Penelope's constant peer pressure, your inhibition has reached rock bottom eleven shots, five cocktails, and two whiskey glasses ago. You downed liquor like water, easing your stiff shoulders.
Aaron only stared at you with the same impassive face he had and shut the door before the cold caught you. He hunched in front of the driver's window, "This woman is a federal agent, and if something happens to her, I'll hunt you down. Please, drive her home safely." He straightened back up, casually tapping the vehicle's roof.
The cab took you away only after Aaron snapped a picture of the cab's plate number. He sighed as the vehicle slowly disappeared from his line of sight. He twisted on the balls of his feet, met by his other children, agents drunkenly calling his name.
Tuesday, March 27, 10:14 AM
You scurried out of the elevator, weaving through the sea of agents in the bullpen and then to the conference room where everybody was already settled in.
"So sorry! There was this son of a b—" You closed your eyes and breathed deeply, clenching your fists. Then, you exhaled profoundly with a calm smile at the end. "I got in a car accident. Go on, Pen. Sorry for interrupting." You took a seat between Aaron and JJ.
JJ turned to you, "Are you okay?" Her hand gently landed on one of yours, giving you a worried squeeze.
You gathered a smile and raised a thumb, "Thick skull and strong bones. Nothing can break me, not even this unsub... whoa—" Your eyes widened a bit.
How ironic for your case to be about an unsub who performed a craniotomy on the victims. You smiled awkwardly, the similar tight-lipped smile that Spencer would always plaster on his face.
The other agents coughed a chuckle at your reaction while Penelope continued the debrief with the same horrified look.
Upon listening to the case details, you slowly felt colder, subtly rubbing the sides of your shoulders. You were so caught up in your anger towards the guy that rear-ended you you could've sworn your body was overheating. You left your blazer somewhere and were sure it wasn't in your wrecked car.
"Alright, wheels up in 30," Aaron announced, sending everyone to get out of their seats and grab their go bags and snapping you off your trance in the process.
You rushed to collect your file copy and headed for the door but halted when Aaron called you. You pivoted on your heels, "Yes?"
He was taking off his jacket, handing it to you as soon as it peeled off his body.
"I don't think dry cleaning your suit is part of my job description, Sir." You kidded as you stared at his black jacket.
Aaron rolled his eyes. It was so rare that you had to blink twice to ensure you didn't have a concussion from your minor car accident. "You're cold." He wasn't asking, plainly stating your slight predicament.
Your eyebrows knitted, mouth slightly opened. And as if the universe was mocking you, a sudden draft slapped you in a shiver. You snatched his jacket and mumbled a small thank you.
As you walked out of the conference room, teasing eyes bore holes into your being. Each BAU team member's narrowed brows held you captive, and their loud thoughts rang in your ears. You ignored all of it, though, taming your anxiety with the warmth of Aaron's jacket.
Wednesday, April 13, 1:37 PM
"Garcia, look for old cases with one young boy as a survivor." Aaron started, listing each task that everyone was to complete.
You were so focused on the case that your next movement caught you off guard.
Your back snapped straight from the slap of Minnesota air. It was brief. An officer merely opened and closed the door, but your body was nowhere near as warm as it was a few seconds ago.
The warmth of cotton fabric soon hugged your shoulders, along with the momentary weight of Aaron's hands, before he fully let go of his suit jacket.
He continued talking as if what he had just done was normal or anything close to casualty, "Morgan and Reid, try speaking with the victim's family one more time."
Emily exchanged looks with JJ, conversing silently while you obliviously sipped your coffee.
Friday, May 2, 5:04PM
"Capital O-M-G!" Penelope squealed, drumming on your shoulders as soon as she came close.
"Garcia, breathe," JJ gently placed her hands on Penelope's shoulders, modeling a regular breathing pattern.
Emily gave you a look as she sipped her coffee, which you returned with a shrug. Penelope was ever so eccentric. You've gotten used to it over the years you've been with the team.
"Okay, okay, okay. I'm good. Just that— I was— Ugh! Look!" Penelope shoved her phone in your face.
You saw a blinding blur, forcing out a sarcastic, "Wow! I can definitely see."
Luckily, JJ took it to herself to pull Penelope's phone away from messing up your eyesight and looked at the image plastered on the screen. A smirk immediately covered her lips, "Oh."
"What is it? Let me see—" Emily walked behind JJ. Her jaw dropped not long after. "Anything you want to tell us?" She cooed as she gave you the widest grin she had ever flashed, at least for that morning.
Your eyebrows clashed, and your forehead creased, "Whatever are you on about?"
"You're telling us nothing's happening between you and a guy?" Emily's grin only widened. You wondered how wide it could get, terrifying you in the process.
JJ flipped the phone to your end. The brightness of the screen stung your eyes a bit. "Want to explain this?"
Photo: It looked like the picture was cropped because you saw Derek's arm around you, but he was nowhere to be found in the image. Aaron's jacket was around your shoulders while he was behind you, glaring at Derek's arm.
"What about it?" The confusion was solid in your voice. However, you had a bit of an idea of what the three of them were insinuating.
Penelope stepped closer to you, "Uhuh, sure," she started as she zoomed in on the picture. "You're telling me you can't see Hotch's jacket on your shoulders, let alone Hotch glaring at my chocolate thunder?"
"He let me borrow his jacket because I was cold. Doesn't he always do that with everyone?" You innocently asked, looking at each one of them.
"Still doesn't explain him glaring at Derek." Emily chimed in a teasing tone, wiggling her eyebrows.
Your eyes widened, "You think Hotch was mad at me because I took it? He offered it to me, and I was cold. You think he was just being polite or?"
Penelope rolled her eyes and aimed her fluffy pen at you, "You oblivious profiler! He's jealous!"
"Uh-no," You chuckled.
"You don't believe me? Look at this."
Photo: This photo was older than the first one and might've been your third or fourth year with the BAU team. It seemed like all of you had just ended a case. You were snuggled on the couch on the jet. Aaron was draping his jacket over you.
"Who took that picture?" You queried.
Penelope raised her hand, "I was going to check in on everyone, then the camera spotted it, and I took a screenshot because I couldn't help myself. I was going to tease you about it but forgot for a very, very, very, very long time until I saw that picture from our last team night out." She wiggled her eyebrows, a playful smile on her lips.
"Looks like our boss has a favorite," JJ sang softly, looking at you with a knowing smile.
Emily nudged you, noticing the blush on your face. "You've gotta admit that's very sweet of Hotch. I think he likes you wearing his jacket." She teased, poking your sides.
"He does that to everyone, though," You reasoned. If you recall, he had offered his jacket to many people before.
"Nope, no!" Penelope shook her head vigorously with a tight lip. "He offers it to some but gives it to you."
"We had a case where it was biting cold outside. Hotch offered to help me if I needed a jacket. I said no because of politeness and shit, but he didn't insist. He didn't even offer his jacket. He offered to give me time to return to my room and grab my jacket." Emily grimaced, obviously still holding a grudge regarding the incident.
"I've known Hotch for years. Giving out his jacket was only for emergencies. If it's the only choice he had. We've had cases where a victim was a little too exposed, and his solution was to wrap them with the newspaper he conveniently found." JJ exclaimed, sorting the manila folders on her chest.
You gave it some thought and considered every possibility, but you shook your head. "He's just being nice because he's my boss. Plus, I'm still a bit tense around the team." You straightened yourself, fixing your top.
Emily cackled, "Getting flat-out drunk with us is definitely you still a bit tense around us."
"You know what I mean," You defended, blushing.
The three exchanged looks and shrugged. If you wanted to turn a blind eye, then it was your choice. But they had a perfect theory and tried to test it out.
Aaron was heading to the elevator as you exited the bullpen. The three of them grinned.
"Going for girls night?" Aaron quipped, raising his eyebrows.
JJ frowned, "We were, but she's feeling sick. I think the cold's getting to her." She gave you a pitiful hug.
Your eyes blew wide, jerking your head behind you where the other two stood with maniac grins. You knew what JJ was doing. It didn't take a second for you to figure it out. And as if luck was on their side, the elevator dinged.
You followed their figures as they piled in in the lift. You glared at them, but Emily focused on the man beside you.
You gazed at Aaron and were met with his jacket stretched out to you. Your mouth fell open, unable to breathe.
"It's cold outside this time of night. You'll feel worse if you don't layer up." Aaron cleared his throat, "Take it."
You reached for his jacket so slowly that he took it in himself to wrap it around your shoulders. "Thank you," Your voice quivered, hesitantly stepping inside the elevator.
He followed, standing beside you. You could feel the three devils behind you, preparing yourself for their constant teasing.
Unbeknownst to any of you, Aaron was holding his breath in the hopes that none of you would notice his blushing ears.
Monday, May 16, 8:12PM
The entire day has been a drag. Besides the unsub being disgustingly great at hiding his tracks in the safety of your local area, your stomach had been giving you the worst time of your life.
Later in the evening, in Aaron's orders, everyone was sent home to get some rest and start fresh the next day.
You were thankful. You needed to rest from all the stomach-emptying vomit you did in the restroom. Your acid reflux was having a field day and didn't let you get a breath. You practically lived in the toilet. You even had to call Derek and ask him to put you on speaker so you could contribute to finding the unsub. Luckily, they didn't question it.
Emily retracted away as she exited your hug, "Are you sure you don't want me to give you a ride home? We practically live in this building. I don't think they'd mind you leaving your car here for a night."
A warm smile brightened your drained face, "Yes, I'm sure. Thanks for the offer." You bid her one last goodbye before heading to your own car.
Your head was down as the day's exhaustion finally caught up. Your senses were off. You walked as if time stopped. You wondered if you should've taken advantage of Emily's offer.
With your loud thoughts and vulnerable senses, a heart attack almost killed you when a sudden cage of warmth engulfed your body. For a moment, your body wanted to fight, but it didn't take long for you to remember the familiarity of this warmth.
"What took you so long?" His voice was gentle and comforting enough to put you to sleep immediately.
You looked up at Aaron, who refused to unwrap his arms around you, "I didn't know you were waiting. I thought you went home already. Isn't Jack waiting for you? It's movie night."
Aaron smiled, "I'm taking you to the hospital to get checked. Captain Jack's orders."
You couldn't help but smile as well. He held the door for the passenger seat before jumping to the driver's seat. As you watched him go around, you noticed his scent lingered on your shoulders.
Aaron placed his jacket on yours.
"You ought to be careful," A chuckle passed your lips, "The gals are onto you."
"Why?" Aaron looked at you with a confused expression. His face made you giggle. The genuineness of his expression made you wonder his reaction if you had said the same thing two years ago.
A grin glistened on your face, "They say Agent Hotchner has a crush on me." Your voice danced with playfulness.
Aaron copied your grin and shrugged, "I'm surprised they haven't figured it out after all these years." He turned his body to face you, "So? Do you like him back?"
If only the BAU team knew how their unit chief, the SSA Aaron Hotchner, was a lot friskier than they perceived him to be, Aaron wouldn't last a day from all the teasing.
Then you wondered how the BAU team would react if they found out you and Aaron have been dating for the past two years and successfully kept it a secret from everyone except Strauss and Rossi.
Or the number of questions you'd be bombarded with when they learn that you recently moved in together with Aaron and Jack. You knew well enough that the ladies would be interrogating you like a serial killer.
You shrugged, "I heard he's got a fiancée." You fished the necklace well hidden under your shirt. A golden ring band shaped like vines with an oval-cut blue moon diamond dangled on the chain.
"Yeah..." Aaron held your hand and placed a soft kiss on the back of it, "You wouldn't want to be in the way of that." He smiled widely, an ever-loving expression you indulged yourself with for the past two years and soon... for a lifetime.
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“I love you, y/n.” He whispers it, like the secret it is. “Thank you sincerely.”
He ran back towards the building at the speed of light. Leaving you in shock as you stood alone in the large, dark parking lot. That was the first time he'd said those words.
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The Confession Killer
Spencer Reid x Reader
Warning: torture, blood, violence, kidnapping
Summary: They called him, 'The Confession Killer', but to you, he was nothing but an unsub, another man who needed to be caught. But the sudden knock on your door one late evening will change your entire life.
"The unsub we are looking for is a white male 30-35. A sadistic narcissist who tortures his victims both emotionally and physically." Morgan began to give the profile to the members of the Austin Police Department.
"He makes them call up their husbands, boyfriends or even their fathers so they can confess their love before killing them. We believe he is doing this due to a rejection. His ego can't move forward, so he takes it out on women who look like the woman who rejected him. Given the time of deaths and kidnappings, we can assume that he works at a gas station or supermarket. He kidnaps them at night and then locks them up, then the next evening he makes them call and by the next morning, he kills them. This unsub hates women with a passion, and often he can't mask the hate." you continued as everyone took notes.
"Look for men who are keeping to themselves, if you talk to their coworkers they will tell you that he sometimes has outbursts at women for apparently no or very little reason. He most likely has a hidden house far from where he lives." Finally, Hotch finished and everyone went off to work.
Soon you all finished for the day and headed to the hotel. You ordered some food to your room as you continued to work.
You continued to listen to the last victim's call to her father. Even if Penelope did analyze it already, you wanted to go over everything.
Then, there was a knock on your door.
"I didn't order anything," you said but they knocked again, you stood up and headed to open the door and tell the person to just leave you alone.
The door flung open and all you saw was the tall man before he hit you on the head and you blacked out.
The next morning, everyone found it interesting when you didn't show up but they didn't question it too much. Even Hotch knew that sometimes you needed to be left alone. Sometimes you come up with the most brilliant ideas that way.
But when you didn't even call by the late afternoon, everyone grew suspicious.
Then, Spencer got a call. He barged into the room where everyone was and put it on speaker.
"S-Spencer, I'm so sorry." you sounded so desperate, everyone knew this was bad. Very bad. You cried and there was a loud bang, it made everyone jump a little before you continued.
Morgan quickly dialled Garcia so she could track the call.
"I should have told you this sooner. I should have been brave but I'm a coward. Truth is I have always loved you. Every time someone asks you to stop rambling, I just want to ask you to continue. Every day I just want to tell you that I love you but I'm a coward. I'm sorry I didn't tell you this sooner." there was a pause as you cried, everyone felt their stomach drop. "I do love you, Spencer Reid." you whispered the last part before the line was cut off.
"Garcia?!" yelled Hotch.
"Sir... I lost it."
"This is not good, we all know he kills them after the confession," said Rossi.
"Rossi," David looked at Hotch who had a stern expression and motioned to Spencer.
Spencer's mind was visibly running at a speed and yet, his mind was blank.
He knew your words were true, he noticed the way you looked at him.
He needed to find you.
"Guys, I think I have something." Hotch barged into the room. "The victims never used the word coward before. This must mean something."
Then as if a lightbulb was turned on, Spencer understood.
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You sobbed as you looked up at the man keeping you hostage.
He then threw you back into the closet he kept you in and locked it before heading upstairs.
"Whore." you heard him say before he left.
You were in complete darkness. He kept you locked and only came down to occasionally torture you.
Small cuts now adored your arms and thighs.
He called you Clara. The woman that hurt him, and now because of what happened with him, he was taking it out on you and other women.
You knew his MO. You knew you didn't have long.
Now you just hoped at least one member of your team understood your secret message before it was too late for you.
At least you told Spencer how you felt.
That was something.
Even if you were crying and sobbing while doing so.
The door slammed open as you heard footsteps. Your tears began to fall once again as he dragged you out of the closet and upstairs by your hair.
"You are all the same." he said. "Fucking WHORE!" he said as you lay on the floor, he was above you with a huge knife.
This was it, you thought as you cried.
This was your end.
You shut your eyes and awaited death.
"FBI! Put the knife down!" you heard Derek's voice but you were too scared to open your eyes, then you heard a gunshot and then, silence.
Silence until Derek came, picked you up from the floor and you finally opened your eyes.
He had officers behind him as he carried you out of the cottage.
You caught a glimpse of Emily as you were taken to the ambulance.
The next thing you knew, you woke up in a hospital bed.
Everything hurt, but at least you were not in there anymore.
To your left, Spencer was reading in a chair.
"For a second, I was scared I would wake up in that closet." you said and Spencer shot up, going over to you and holding your hand. "It was so dark in there."
"It's over now. You are safe." he said and you believed him.
"I knew someone would understand my message."
"You are safe now." he said and you nodded.
"You know Spencer, I didn't lie. My confession. I really do have feelings for you." you avoided looking at him, you were scared of rejection.
"I-I know that you were serious. Your tone and... sorry. I'm rambling. I'm trying to say that I also have feelings for you." this time, you looked at him.
Both of you were rather embarrassed, but the feelings were there and were real.
All you could see was love. Pure love mixed with desperation.
"Kiss me please." you said, easing his desperation.
He sat down on the bed next to you.
At first, he was awkward, not sure where to put his hands, or what to do, but then, he eased up and after a big sigh, his lips found yours.
You let him take the lead, even if he was a bit hesitant and careful, he found his rhythm.
He was so sweet.
You were sure he ate some candy not long ago, but he was also perfect.
His lips moulded with yours so easily.
It was meant to be. Even if he was rather hesitant in the beginning, he started to get bolder by the second.
He pulled away way too soon, but you might have just scared him when you started to use some tongue. He pulled back but didn't go too far, your hand was still on the back of his neck.
"We should go on a date." he suddenly said. Then he started to ramble on and on about perfect dates, perfect places to go to and more and more and more.
"Spencer, some dinner and drinks will be perfect." you tried to help but then he started to think about different restaurants. "Let's do some Italian," you said, again, helping him.
"I know the perfect place." he said and you smiled. "How silly of me, you should heal."
"Then you can come over and we can order something," you said and he quickly nodded.
Who could have thought that you getting kidnapped and tortured would turn out so well?
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the green dress effect | s.r
summary: skirts were never to your liking and didn't work for you, until penelope convinces you to try one, and wow, do they work.
warnings: absolutely nothing, enjoy spencer with an IQ of 60. this story is spencer x female reader btw.
words: 1,113.
a/n: I'm finally back with a little au/blurb I wrote during my vacation, I've had more revelations of ideas during them so I hope you like it and wait for them.
By the way! Thank you so much for almost 1k likes on the little boyband!spencer blurb, you guys are absolutely crazy, thank you so much! ♡
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You were never a big fan of skirts.
Any kind of skirt.
They caused irritation between your thighs in summer, the material was itchy, when you walked they lifted up and they were always too small. In addition to the sexist comments from men for wearing them, the whistles in the street and the typical comment of "your skirt is too short, you pretend to seduce someone with it" by men who think it is not their fault, but yours for seducing them.
Under that stigma, the skirt was never an option for everyday wear.
Pants, on the other hand, were more comfortable.
They allowed you to walk around easily, they were easy to match, plus they were always on discount at the supermarket.
And they were much more comfortable to wear when you started working at BAU. In fact, they became your best friend.
You could swear on your family that no one had ever seen you in a skirt or dress. You could count on the fingers of your hand the number of times you wore anything other than your collection of different colored pants.
In winter they were long pants, straight cut, flared leg, tight, all kinds. In summer they were shorts or fisherman cut pants, or they could also be ones with a thinner fabric.
Occasion there was, occasion you had a pair of pants for it, as if it were a Taylor Swift song.
That was until Penelope convinced you to accompany her to a little clothing store, with the excuse that she was looking for some accessories for her new outfit for the arrival of spring.
In front of you was a beautiful green dress fitted to your figure, with a nice loose skirt that allowed you to move without feeling trapped.
It fit you like a glove, in the words of Penelope, your new image consultant. It gave a new touch to your aesthetics without taking away the tranquility that usually surrounded your attire.
You had looked in the mirror a thousand times before you could make up your mind - but Penelope's compliments were the fuel for your confidence and you decided to take it home.
After a long week of work, the day finally came when the only thing that needed to be done was the paperwork.
The case? An unsub in Miami who was looking to regain the attention he had as a child, after being involved in a case where his babysitter at the time was murdered. To make himself relevant again, he decided to imitate these deaths so they could talk about him again as they had done before.
Monday had arrived and you could feel the cool breeze on your legs after getting on the elevator. The dress had been the perfect fit for that cool day at Quantico, plus it lent a cheerful tone to the office filled with shades of black and gray.
The persistent murmur reached the ears of your colleagues, who were already immersed in the reports they had to send at the end of the day. Penelope was the first to see what the distraction was about and was surprised by your new look.
"Look at you! No way, you look beautiful. You look just like a little spring fairy, finally someone who can share my love of cheerful colors." Blondie's arm intertwined with yours and they walked together to the cubicles, hearing Luke's whistle.
"Who are you? Please Garcia, introduce me to your friend" joked Luke looking at Penny, who shook her head.
"In your dreams, Alvez. I saw her first." You laughed at both of their comments, separating from Penny to walk over to your cubicle.
"Nice choice of outfit, you really always have an ace up your sleeve." Rossi commented towards your direction, thanking him for the compliment.
"That was a good play, you left a player more than surprised by your hand." Tara turned in the direction of the kitchen, where Spencer stood dumbfounded looking in your direction.
He was carrying two cups of coffee, actually he was carrying his cup of coffee and your cup of tea. But his usual commute was interrupted by your arrival at the office.
He thought he had seen all the wonders of the world, but he was wrong. He hadn't yet seen you in that green dress, which he was sure was perfect to put you at the top of the wonders of the world.
His cheeks were colored a sweet pink, his pupils had dilated and his heart rate had increased, so much so that his carotid was pounding.
"Hey, Spence." You rose from your seat, approaching the man standing in the middle of the aisle until you were facing him. You brought your hands up to his, taking your cup. "Thanks for the tea, it was just what I needed."
A soft nod was his response.
His eyes scanned from head to toe over your body, feeling it wasn't enough for him to take his eyes off you to observe every detail of you and that green dress.
"What do you think of the dress? I know it's not a usual thing to occupy, but I feel it's a good choice for today's weath- Spence, hello?" your hands passed in front of his eyes, catching his attention. "Earth calling Reid, is anyone there?"
Spencer's intrusive thoughts were interrupted by your sweet voice, who was watching him in search of knowing where his precious brain was at the moment.
"Wait... You don't like me? Geez, that's too bad. I think my choice was bad, I'll see what I'll do with him-"
"You look beautiful."
Your nervous glance went to Spence's face, who was watching you breathlessly.
"Really?"
"Don't put him back, please." Your own words startled him. "I-I mean, i-it wasn't a bad choice, i-it looks spectacular on you, well! You always look spectacular, all the time, every day, that's my opinion! B-but your opinion may be different, I mean.."
A giggle came out of your mouth, stopping Spencer's rambling.
"Thanks for the compliment, maybe for next time you can join me in choosing, I've decided I want to give dresses and skirts another try!”
Spencer nodded, following your lead back to your desks to get back to work. But the last thing Spencer did was work, because his eyes were on you and your cute green dress.
"And that's how the effect of a green dress brings an IQ of 187 down to 60!"
Emily elicited laughter from everyone, but Spencer was so deep in thought from seeing that dress of yours on the floor of his apartment.
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Pt2. || She blinded me with science || [Spencer Reid x Goth!Reader]
Read part 1 here
Read part 3 here
A/N: OMG I can’t believe how much people enjoyed part 1? Seriously, as I am finishing this part up it has reached over 500 notes, I am shocked and so very thankful for the love. I didn’t expect it. A silly little fic not proof read, totally self indulgent, really this is so wonderful and I appreciate everyone who has taken the time to read it and reblog, like or comment on it. I hope part 2 doesn’t disappoint. Part 3 is going to be here soon too, which will be the unofficial date.
WC: 1,9K ~
Tags: Fluff, just fluff, Spencer is a flustered mess, Alt!Reader, Goth!Reader, 2 idiots flirting, Reader and Penelope are besties, use of Y/N, Penelope has been playing matchmaker, alluding to a date, crushes.
Warnings: None.
Your pov.
It was a late Sunday afternoon. You were sitting on Penelope Garcia’s couch, cup of hot tea in hand. Legs curled up on the couch with a colorful blanket over your lap. It clashed just ever so slightly with your dark outfit. The two of you are in complete contrast to each other. Penelope was a ball of color in a bright purple dress with a lemon pattern, large yellow earrings and a blue bolero sweater. Compared to your all black ensemble she was a ray of sunshine. An array of snacks spread out over the coffee table. The aforementioned peppy blonde was sitting next to you on the couch. Deeply engrossed with the romance show playing on the TV. You watched it together every Sunday, when a new episode would come out. Today your mind was somewhere else completely.
“He hasn’t called yet.” You spoke up. Penelope eyed you curiously, “Who?” She asked, her focus gone from the show. Her eyes peered at you with interest from behind the cat eye glasses she had picked out that day. “Doctor Reid.” You turned your head back to the TV casually, trying to not seem bothered. You could hear Penelope hold back a small squeal. It sounded more like a gasp that way. “Oh my god! Are you interested in him? What did he do to impress you? I have been trying to set you up for ages! You have shot down any person I have discussed with you. Always something wrong.” She started rambling, hearing the clink of her glass being put on the coffee table. Her hands grabbed yours, making you look back at her and rolling your eyes. “Firstly: I am not ‘interested’ in him. Secondly: I just thought he would have called by now. Or stopped by at least.” You shrugged noncommittally. You were just a little interested. Thinking back to that meeting.
When Spencer had stepped into the lab earlier that week, courtesy of Penelope, you had found his awkward demeanor endearing. He was hot, that was for sure, and tall, you remembered having to look up at him, Those dark brown eyes pinning you in place. Especially when you had stood so close together. You had wanted to tease him after watching him stumble over his sentences. See him even more flustered. It made you somewhat excited. When you had given him your number you could feel his pulse racing under his skin. He had shown many signs of being interested yet he hadn’t even texted you. It made you rethink the interaction.
“Well, he couldn’t have stopped by. They got called on a case in Utah so he’s not really in the area right now.” Penelope clarified. Those words put your mind at ease more than you expected them to. “Oh, I guess he can’t really get to the lab then.” You shrugged. Just a little disappointed but feeling relieved that apparently he hadn’t meant to not visit you. Or maybe he had done so on purpose if he would be close. Your earlier relief was replaced by a mild panic again. Trying to convince yourself you weren’t interested in Dr. Reid. Although, he could have texted.
You could practically feel Penelope smirk as you turned your attention back on the TV. Unable to focus but pretending to. “Spence is not one for texting. He probably has been getting to the hotel at ungodly hours and hasn’t had time to call.” it was like she could read your mind. “Don’t do that.” You said with a shudder. “Do what?” Penelope questioned innocently. “Read my mind like that. It’s weird.” You answered, making her laugh. “Just goes to show how well I know you.” She answered with a smile. It was true. She knew you too well you would even argue. The fact both of you were women in a male dominated field, both dressed eccentricly, and both with a passion for cheesy movies and tv shows. It was only a matter of time until you were best friends after your first run in.
Your phone, which was placed on the table, lit up at that moment. The ringtone played at a high volume, making the cure blast through the room. Your eyes quickly flickered to the screen. Caller ID unknown. You picked up the phone, hesitant of the unknown caller, deciding to hang up instead. You had been plagued by telemarketers for the past month and really didn’t want to deal with that right now. If it was important they would call again. And they did, you still had your phone in your hands when it went off again. “Just pick it up! I will keep watch over our show, fill you in later.” Penelope said, motioning her hands for you to get up. You got off the couch, soft blanket falling to the ground as you picked up the phone. Softly padding away to the kitchen to be out of earshot of Penelope. “Y/n speaking.” you answered, waiting to hear from the other end of the line.
“Hey… ehm… is this not the right time? Are you busy?” The voice on the other end of the line made you straighten up slightly in surprise. “Doctor Reid.” You breathe out his name quietly, adding a “Now is a perfectly good time.” to your sentence. Wondering how hearing his voice through the slightly tin-like phone speaker made you feel a little flutter in your stomach. “Good… I didn’t want to bother you. You can just call me Spencer by the way. Doctor sounds too formal. I just introduce myself like that. It’s a habit. I don’t call you Doctor L/n either. So call me Spencer.” He started rambling. A smile spread across your lips, this rambly version was different from how speechless he had been in the lab. You held back a giggle. Apparently you had rendered him speechless in the lab. “Alright, Spencer.” You answered, the humor in your voice apparent. His breath hitched a little on the other side of the line.
“Why did you call?” You asked, trying to continue on without dawdling. “Oh eh, the report, I ehm…” He was quiet for a moment. It crossed your mind that maybe he didn’t need to speak with you, but he wanted to. “Yes?” You urged after a silence had fallen on the other side of the phone line. There was an intake of breath from Spencer, a moment that signaled he might be trying to raise some courage. “I didn’t want to talk about the report.” He finally spoke. It made you smile, your cheeks flushing ever so slightly. “Oh, well then what did you want to talk about?” You added a bit of playfulness in your tone. You pictured him, holding the phone to his ears that were tipped red. His face was probably just as flushed as it had been in the lab.
“I ehm- I haven’t been able to focus, on the case that is. Because I keep thinking about the lab. How I probably came off as a mess, I just didn’t know what to say because you looked so… Not that you look bad because you don’t, you looked really nice. Emily says my IQ gets slashed down to 68 when I am around pretty girls. I wanted to make a good impression. I couldn’t find the words though. I usually don’t make great first impressions, because I tend to ramble. Just- I really really hope I didn’t make a bad first impression.” His sentences flowed into each other like word vomit. Nervous, quick, and hardly understandable. Luckily, you were trained in the art of understanding nervous rambles when Penelope would spiral into one from time to time. However he had called you pretty. “Spencer.” You said his name almost like a question. There was a beat of silence. “Yes?” He asked softly, he sounded so nervous.
“You didn’t make a bad impression. I gave you my number for a reason.” You told him with a smile, a little giddy as the words ‘he called me pretty’ kept bouncing around your head. “And I am sorry I called without any real reason to… I know it was for talking about the report. Though Morgan tried to convince me it wasn’t.” Spencer answered. You rolled your eyes at that. Ofcourse, this hyper intelligent man would mix up what you were trying to do. “I gave you my number because I wanted you to call me. Not about the report. I just wanted you to call me. About anything.” There was apparently a need to clear up that confusion. It was silent for another moment. “Oh.” It was like realization dawned on him. “So I should have called sooner, right?” His question made you laugh softly, trying not to clue in Penelope on your call. “Yes, you should have. Or could have at least. I was waiting.” You answered back, smiling at the ground. You fidgeted with one of the large rings on your free hand, twisting the cool metal round with your thumb.
“I’m sorry I didn’t.” You could almost hear the smile in his voice. The slight uptick in his pitch. You imagined he was still fiddling with the sleeve of his sweater, or was perhaps looking at his shoes with a grin. “You can make it up to me by buying me a coffee when you get back.” The suggestion came naturally, you didn’t even have to think about it. The words left your lips before you could, really. “What do you like?” Spencer asked without hesitation. “Cinnamon latte.” You answered it softly, a little surprised he agreed so readily. A giddy feeling in your stomach. “Alright, cinnamon latte, I’ll remember.” Spencer sounded a little breathy, like he too was feeling giddy at the prospects of having coffee together. Like the idea of taking time to get to know each other at work over a warm beverage was the perfect first date. “What do you like?” You asked in turn, wanting to know what he would usually get. Knowing more about him would feel so domestic and sweet. “Black coffee, usually with tons of sugar.” He had a hint of embarrassment in your voice. A little muffled like he had covered his mouth to hold in the confession of drinking it so sweet. You smiled at his answer. Of course he had a sweet tooth. “Tons of sugar, I’ll remember.” You mirrored his words.
“Oh! My! God!” You heard Penelope gasp from the living room. Knocking you out of your little phone call bubble with Spencer. “I think I have to go. You better call me tomorrow.” You said it lightheartedly. Just wanting to hear from him again soon. “I will. I’ll call you.” Spencer answered. “Bye Spencer.” “Bye Y/n.” You hung up with a smile, already turning and walking back into the living room. Penelope turned around on the couch to look at you, “They shot Richard!” She looked absolutely shocked as she gave you the news of your favorite character being hurt. You couldn’t wipe the smile from your face though. “Spencer called.” You saw her face form from a shocked to surprise expression, “Oh! My! God!” She sounded a lot happier that time, and you knew you wouldn't hear the end of it.
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