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The air of the Cut seemed emptier now, as if the sea itself mourned JJ Maybank. Every wave that lapped against the shore sounded like a whisper of him, a reminder of laughter, reckless nights, and unspoken promises that only he and Y/N would understand.

Y/N leaned against the railing of The Chateau, clutching an old, faded Polaroid in her hand—the one he’d taken of her the night they’d snuck out and crashed a Kook party. She could still remember him yelling “Pogues for life!” while he held her close, his grin wild and full of life. She’d teased him about his lousy dancing, and he’d pulled her in even closer, laughing so hard they’d both collapsed onto the sand.

She traced her finger over his smile, which now felt like a haunting memory, both comforting and agonizing. Nights felt longer without him, empty spaces filled with memories that refused to fade. Her friends tried to comfort her, but she couldn’t find the words to explain the hollow ache in her chest.

As days turned into weeks, she found herself wandering the Cut aimlessly, retracing the paths they used to take together. She’d see his shadow on the beach at sunrise, remember his voice shouting her name through the wind, and feel his hands steadying her on a shaky boat. But then she’d blink, and he’d be gone again, as if he’d never been there at all. It was those fleeting memories that made her feel like he was still with her, and yet… wasn’t.

One night, Y/N sat by the dock, alone, listening to the lapping waves. She whispered into the dark, “You said you’d never leave me.” She closed her eyes, letting the wind whip around her, hoping she could feel him—just one last time. And in the silence, she could almost hear him, his voice as clear as the last time they’d spoken: “I’m always here, Y/N. Always.”

But when she opened her eyes, there was only the sea, stretching endlessly.

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You'd been quiet all day, the weight of your anger pressing down on your chest like a heavy stone. It was subtle, at first. The way you brushed off Rafe's attempts to touch you, the curt answers when he'd try to talk, the fake smiles. But you weren't in the mood for games.

Rafe hadn't noticed right away, too wrapped up in hanging with his friends earlier - Topper and Kelce lounging around his backyard, laughing about something that hadn't mattered to you until you heard Rafe's name in the conversation, and then it had shifted. Your ears had perked up, catching the end of something you hadn't wanted to hear.

"I don't get why you waste your time on her, man. She's just another Pogue," Topper had said, his tone dismissive, and your heart had clenched in your chest.

Rate hadn't exactly defended you.

"I don't know," he'd said with a half-smirk, "it's fun while it lasts, right?"

The casual cruelty, the indifference. It stung more than you wanted to admit.

You weren't just some fling, some

'fun' thing he could toy with. You thought he actually cared. The heat of betrayal burned under your skin all day. You hadn't confronted him immediately. Instead, you let it stew, bubbling under the surface, waiting for the perfect moment to explode.

Now, that moment had come.

Rafe closed the door to his bedroom, glancing over at you, his brow furrowed in confusion as he picked up on the tension in the air. "Alright, what's going on with you today?"

You crossed your arms, leaning against the wall, your gaze hard. "What's going on with me? That's rich, Rafe."

His frown deepened. "Don't do that.

Don't play the game where you make me guess what's wrong."

You let out a bitter laugh, pushing off the wall and stepping closer to him. "You really don't get it, do you? What you said earlier — with your friends — did you even think about how that would make me feel? Or do I just not matter enough for you to care?"

Rafe's face darkened with realization, his jaw clenching. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Oh, don't play dumb with me." Your voice was sharp now, your anger finally boiling over. "I heard you, Rafe. I heard you and your little friends talking about me. How I'm just another 'Pogue' you're wasting your time on. Is that all I am to you? A fun little project?"

He rolled his eyes, his frustration mounting. "That's not what I meant, and you know it."

"Really? Because that's exactly what it sounded like." You stepped closer to him, your chest heaving with each breath, but Rafe didn't back down. If anything, he squared his shoulders, his gaze hardening.

"Don't twist my words," he bit back, his voice cold. "You know what this is

- what we are. You're being dramatic, and I don't have time for that”

"Of course," you scoffed, your voice laced with sarcasm. "Because why would Rafe Cameron care about anyone but himself?"

His eyes flashed dangerously, and you saw the shift in him — from frustrated to something darker, something more primal. "You want to play that game? Fine. But you're not going to like how it ends."

You knew you were pushing his buttons, but the hurt in your chest made you reckless. "Oh, really? What's your plan, Rafe? Are you gonna toss me aside once you're bored, like all the other girls? Or is that just how you handle 'Pogues?"

The word dripped with venom, and Rafe's control snapped.

In an instant, he had you pinned against the wall, his body pressed against yours, his hand gripping your chin tightly, forcing you to look up at him. His eyes were blazing with fury, his lips curling into a sneer as he leaned in close. "You want me to tell you what I think about you? How much you drive me fucking insane?

How every time you get under my skin like this, all I want to do is fuck you until you can't think straight?"

His words sent a shiver down your spine, but you refused to let him see how much he affected you. "Maybe that's all you're good for," you spat back, knowing it would hit him where it hurt.

Rafe's grip tightened, but instead of letting his anger explode into words, he crushed his lips against yours in a brutal kiss, teeth biting down on your bottom lip hard enough to draw a gasp from you. It was a kiss born from fury, frustration, and something darker — something you both craved, even if you wouldn't admit it.

You pushed against him, breaking the kiss with a sharp shove to his chest. "You think you can just fix this with sex?

Rafe’s eyes were wild, his breath coming in harsh pants as he stared down at you. "You're damn right I can."

Before you could respond, he was on you again, this time with even more force. His hands ripped at your clothes, pulling off your shirt, yanking down your pants in a rush of motion.

You barely had time to catch your breath before he had you spun around, your palms pressed flat against the wall, your ass jutting out toward him.

"You think you can run your mouth and not deal with the consequences?" Rafe growled in your ear, his voice dark and dripping with lust. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you back against him, his hard length pressing against your ass through his jeans. "I'll show you exactly what happens when you push me too far."

His hand came down on your ass with a sharp smack, the sting making you gasp, but it only fueled the fire burning inside you. You hated how much you wanted this, how much your body responded to him even when you were furious. But that was part of the problem — the line between anger and desire was so blurred with

Rafe, it made your head spin.

He didn't give you time to think, didn't give you time to protest. He shoved his pants down, the sound of his belt hitting the floor barely registering before he was spreading your legs wider, his fingers running through your slick folds. "You're so fucking wet," he groaned, almost in disbelief, his thumb circling your clit roughly. "You act like you hate me, but your body knows exactly what it wants."

You bit down on your lip to keep from moaning, but the tension in your body betrayed you, every nerve on fire as his touch drove you wild. You hated how much power he had over you, how easily he could pull you apart with just a few rough touches.

Without warning, he pushed inside you, filling you completely in one hard thrust, and you cried out, the sudden fullness making your legs shake. He didn't give you time to adjust, his hands gripping your hips as he set a brutal pace, fucking you hard against the wall.

"Is this what you wanted?" Rafe growled through gritted teeth, his thrusts deep and punishing. "You wanted to piss me off so l'd fuck you like this?"

You couldn't answer, your mind too foggy with pleasure and anger, your hands scrambling against the wall for some kind of leverage as he pounded into you, each thrust sending shockwaves through your body.

"I don't give a damn what Topper or anyone else says," Rafe growled, his voice harsh in your ear as he leaned over you, his chest pressing against your back. "You're mine. You've always been mine, Pogue or not. And don't you fucking forget it."

His words sent you over the edge, the intensity of his possession, the roughness of his touch — it was too much. Your orgasm ripped through you, your body clenching around him as you screamed his name, your knees buckling under the force of it.

But Rafe didn't stop, didn't slow down, fucking you through it with a ferocity that left you breathless.

Moments later, he followed you over the edge, a guttural moan escaping his lips as he slammed into you one last time, his release filling you as his grip on your hips tightened to the point of bruising.

For a moment, the room was silent, the only sound the ragged breathing of two people who had taken out their frustration in the most primal way possible. Slowly, Rafe pulled out, stepping back, and you turned to face him, still panting, your body trembling from the intensity of what had just happened.

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You’re sitting on the edge of Rafe Cameron’s bed in his room, makeup bag in hand. He’s seated in front of you, looking surprisingly relaxed for someone who usually has such a tough, cocky exterior.

You’ve convinced him to let you do his makeup, though it took some playful teasing to get him to agree. Rafe’s naturally skeptical, but he can’t resist when you flash him that mischievous smile. He leans back slightly, watching you intently as you apply primer to his face, your fingers gentle against his skin.

“Are you sure this is necessary?” he asks, smirking as he raises an eyebrow.

“You agreed, remember? Trust the process,” you reply, giving him a wink.

You start working on his foundation, a lighter shade you had bought beforehand, blending it carefully so it looks seamless against his tan skin. Rafe keeps stealing glances at you, as if trying to figure out why he’s letting you do this. He’s fidgeting slightly, but the moment you look up at him, he settles, his gaze softening.

As you work on his eyes, you take a moment to admire the boyish look on his face. “You know, you’re actually kind of cute when you’re not trying to act like a big, bad kook,” you tease.

He chuckles, a little self-conscious. “Don’t let anyone else hear you say that,” he mutters, but there’s a hint of a blush creeping onto his cheeks.

Finally, you finish up with some light bronzer and a subtle touch of lip balm. “There. All done,” you announce proudly, stepping back to take a look at him.

Rafe glances at his reflection, a smirk forming on his face. “Not bad,” he admits, a hint of surprise in his tone. “You actually know what you’re doing.”

“Well, duh. You should know better than to doubt me by now,” you reply, grinning.

He leans in closer, eyes glinting with a playful edge. “You’re lucky I trust you,” he murmurs, his voice low. There’s a moment of silence as you both linger in each other’s gaze, the tension building ever so slightly.

“Good,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

ive had writers block for so long, but im back! i think…

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Y/N was a force of nature, effortlessly charming and bold. She had taken a particular interest in Aaron Hotchner, and her playful flirting left him flustered more often than he cared to admit.

As they stood at the latest crime scene, Y/N leaned in closer to Aaron, her shoulder brushing against his. “Hotch, you know, I think the real crime is how serious you look right now. A little smile wouldn’t hurt,” she teased, giving him a knowing glance that made his heart race.

He cleared his throat, trying to focus on the evidence. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he managed, but her presence lingered in his mind long after she had stepped away.

One afternoon, she knocked on his office door and sauntered in without waiting for an invitation. “Hey, Hotch. Mind if I steal you for a minute?” she said, leaning casually against his desk, her body exuding confidence.

“I’m kind of busy,” he replied, but he couldn’t help but let his eyes wander over her, taking in the way she moved.

“Busy? Or just avoiding a good time?” she countered, a playful smirk on her lips. “You know you could use a little fun in your life.”

He chuckled softly, running a hand through his hair. “You certainly have a way of making things interesting.”

—-

On a flight back from a case, Y/N settled into the seat next to him, a subtle glint in her eyes. “Hotch, I was hoping you’d save me a seat. I’d hate to sit next to someone who can’t keep up with my conversation.”

“Is that so?” he replied, trying to sound casual while his heart raced. She leaned closer, her voice low. “Absolutely. You know I’m the most entertaining person you’ll find on this plane.”

“Right,” he said, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks as he tried to focus on his laptop.

—-

At the annual FBI party, Y/N approached Aaron, who stood at the bar, nursing a drink and trying to blend into the background. “You know, Hotch, you really should let loose once in a while. It’s a party, after all,” she said, her voice smooth and inviting.

“I prefer to stay focused,” he replied, but even he could hear the weak excuse in his tone.

She stepped closer, her smile warm and inviting, and he couldn’t help but steal a glance at her figure. The way her curves filled out her dress had his mind racing. “But you’re here now. How about we change that? Care to dance?”

He hesitated, his breath catching in his throat. “I think I’ll just stick with my drink for now,” he replied, trying to maintain his composure.

Y/N laughed softly, the sound rich and inviting. “You’re adorable when you try to be serious. Just remember, you can have fun while still being in control.”

—-

After all these moments, with his heart racing and mind spinning, Y/N finally found the perfect opportunity to ask him out. One afternoon, she walked into his office, her smile confident. “Hey, Hotch. Got a minute?”

“Always for you,” he said, his voice softer than he intended, feeling the familiar rush of warmth.

“I was thinking,” she said, stepping closer, her gaze steady, “it’s been a while since we had dinner together. Just the two of us. How about it?”

“Y/N, I—” he began, but she held up a hand, her expression playful yet sincere.

“Just think about it. I promise it’ll be worth your while. A night with me isn’t something you want to miss.” She tilted her head slightly, a knowing smile on her lips, and he felt his defenses start to crumble.

“Okay,” he finally replied, his voice low and tentative. “Dinner sounds… good.”

Y/N’s smile widened, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Perfect! I’ll pick you up at seven. Wear something nice, Hotch.”

As she turned to leave, she glanced back over her shoulder, her expression teasing. “And just so you know, I can make a night unforgettable.”

With that, she walked out, her confident stride drawing his gaze. Aaron couldn’t help but stare, captivated, as he contemplated the new dynamic they had just entered—and how much he looked forward to exploring it.

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Spencer x Techie!reader???

You're huddled over your computer in the tech room, the soft glow of multiple screens casting shadows across the walls. Garcia is beside you, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she digs up information for the latest case. The team is in New York, tracking a brutal serial killer, and the tension in the air is thick. You've been the team’s lifeline back at Quantico, supplying them with everything they need to corner this unsub.

It's late, and you can feel the weariness creeping in, but you push it aside. There's no room for fatigue when lives are on the line.

“Ugh, these bastards never sleep,” Garcia mutters under her breath, her eyes glued to the screen. “Why can’t serial killers take a day off?”

You chuckle, though the sound is tinged with exhaustion. “If only. But then we wouldn’t get to save the day and make the world a little safer.”

“True,” she agrees, glancing over at you with a soft smile. “You’ve been killing it on this case, you know? Spencer’s been singing your praises every time he calls.”

Your eyebrows raise slightly. “Has he now? I thought he was just being polite.”

Garcia gives you a knowing look. “Oh, honey, Spencer doesn’t call anyone that much unless he’s interested. Trust me, I’ve known the boy long enough.”

Before you can respond, your phone buzzes, Spencer’s name flashing on the screen. You answer it quickly.

“Hey, genius. What do you need?”

"Well, I need some help tracking down a list of associates connected to our unsub, but…” Spencer’s voice is calm, but there’s a slight edge to it, something that makes you sit up a little straighter.

"But?" you prompt, curious.

"Did anyone ever tell you that you have a really nice laugh?" he asks, his tone more playful than usual.

You blink in surprise, glancing at Garcia, who’s already raising an eyebrow at you. “Not really. Are you trying to distract me, Reid?”

"Maybe," he replies smoothly, sounding more confident than usual. "I just think it’s something worth mentioning."

You can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips. “Thanks, Spencer. You know, you’re not so bad yourself.”

There’s a brief pause on the other end, and you can almost picture the shy smile that’s probably forming on his face. “Well, I think I’m going to have to step up my game then.”

You laugh softly, feeling a warmth spreading in your chest. “You might just have to.”

Garcia is grinning wildly next to you, making it hard for you to keep a straight face.

“So, about that list of associates… I’m sending the details to you now,” you say, trying to bring the conversation back to business, though the playful undertone lingers.

“Perfect, thank you,” Spencer says. “I’ll, uh, talk to you later?”

“You better,” you reply, hanging up the phone with a smile that doesn’t fade.

Garcia immediately pounces, her eyes wide with excitement. “Oh my God, what did I just witness? Are we about to see the evolution of Spencer Reid’s love life?”

You laugh, shaking your head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, come on!” she exclaims, throwing her hands up dramatically. “The boy is clearly smitten. And you—” she points a finger at you, “—are loving every second of it.”

You try to hide your smile, but it’s impossible. “Okay, fine. It’s… cute. He’s cute.”

Garcia grins, wiggling her eyebrows. “You’re gonna have to tell me everything once you two finally go out.”

Before you can respond, the phone rings again. This time it’s Derek, calling from the field.

“Hey, Morgan,” you answer, trying to sound casual.

“Hey, sunshine,” Derek’s deep voice rumbles through the phone. “How’s everything going over there?”

“Busy, as usual,” you reply, glancing at Garcia, who’s listening intently.

“Good, good,” he says, then lowers his voice. “Listen, I was just talking to Reid—how’s he doing with, you know, being more... open?”

You can’t help but laugh, even though you try to keep it quiet. “He’s… doing alright. Why, giving him lessons now?”

“Just a little push in the right direction,” Derek says with a chuckle. “He’s got the brains, but when it comes to women, he’s a little… let’s say, inexperienced.”

“I’ll take that into consideration,” you tease. “But he’s doing fine. Actually, he’s kinda sweet.”

Derek laughs, and you can practically hear him grinning. “That’s what I like to hear. Anyway, I need you to run a background check on a new lead we’ve got. Garcia’s sending you the details.”

“Got it,” you say, and the call ends.

You turn back to Garcia, who’s already typing away. “So, Reid’s getting dating advice from Morgan now?”

“Looks like it,” you reply, feeling a strange mix of amusement and something else—something warmer. “I think it’s working.”

Garcia shoots you a sly smile. “I knew it. You’re totally into him.”

“Maybe,” you admit, feeling your cheeks warm. “But let’s focus on catching this unsub first.”

She laughs, nodding as she gets back to work. “Deal. But after this case is over, you’re telling me everything.”

---

Spencer stands a bit nervously beside Derek as they review the latest information you've just sent over. He’s trying to focus, but his mind keeps drifting back to your conversation. Derek notices and nudges him with his elbow.

"What's on your mind, pretty boy?" Derek asks, already knowing the answer.

"Uh, nothing," Spencer lies, glancing away.

Derek smirks, leaning in closer. “C’mon, man, you were smooth back there. She was totally into it. You’ve just got to keep that momentum going.”

Spencer shifts uncomfortably. “I don’t know, Derek. I’m not sure if she’s interested like that.”

“She is,” Derek says confidently. “Trust me, I’ve seen the way she looks at you. Now all you have to do is ask her out—no history facts, no statistics, just be you, but with a little confidence.”

Spencer considers this for a moment, then nods slowly. “Okay. I’ll try.”

“Atta boy,” Derek grins, clapping Spencer on the back. “Now let’s go catch this unsub, so you can get back and ask her out properly.”

---

The night drags on as you and Garcia dig deeper into the unsub’s past. The list of potential associates narrows down, and finally, you find the connection that ties everything together.

“This is it,” you say, pointing at the screen. “This is the guy they’re looking for.”

Garcia quickly sends the information over to the team. “Alright, let’s hope this helps them nail the bastard.”

A few hours later, the team calls to confirm they’ve apprehended the unsub, thanks to your lead. There’s a collective sigh of relief in the tech room, and you and Garcia share a victorious high-five.

“You know what this means, right?” Garcia says, grinning at you. “Celebratory drinks. And maybe a certain genius will be buying?”

You laugh, the exhaustion from earlier lifting slightly. “Maybe. We’ll see.”

Garcia winks at you, her smile wide and mischievous. “Oh, we will definitely see.”

---

By the time the team returns to Quantico, it’s nearly morning. You and Garcia are wrapping up when the door opens, and Spencer walks in, looking tired but relieved.

“Hey,” you greet him with a smile.

“Hey,” he replies, a bit shyly. “Thanks for all your help. We couldn’t have done it without you.”

“You did most of the hard work,” you say modestly, but the look he gives you makes your heart skip a beat.

“Still, I wanted to thank you,” Spencer says, his voice soft. “And I was wondering if… maybe you’d like to grab dinner sometime?”

Garcia, pretending to be busy with her computer, smirks behind the screen.

You grin, nodding. “I’d like that.”

“Great,” Spencer says, visibly relieved. “I’ll, um, text you the details?”

“Looking forward to it,” you reply, feeling a warm glow spread through you.

As Spencer heads out, Garcia lets out a small squeal of excitement. “Finally! You’re going to be so cute together!”

You laugh, shaking your head. “I guess we’ll find out.”

“Trust me, I know,” Garcia says confidently, winking at you. “Now go home and get some rest—you’ve got a date to prepare for.”

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Aaron's hands gripped your hips tightly as he pushed into you, slow and deep. The roughness of his thrusts sent jolts of pleasure through your body, each movement deliberate and intense. He moved with a steady, unyielding rhythm, each stroke drawing out your moans and gasps.

His breath was hot against your neck, his grip firm, as he drove into you over and over, filling you completely.

"You're taking me so well," he murmured, his voice thick with praise.

"Such a good girl."

You whimpered, the praise and the intensity overwhelming. Your hands braced against the bed, trying to push him off, but Aaron's hold was unyielding.

"Please, Aaron, I can't-"

"Yes, you can," he growled, thrusting deeper. "You're doing so good. Just a little more."

You tried to push him off again, but his grip tightened, his thrusts becoming even more relentless. "Take it," he commanded. "I know you can. Be a good girl for me."

His praise washed over you, mixing with the pleasure until you were completely undone, your body surrendering to his relentless rhythm.

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Hotch is definitely a disney dad. With that being said…

Y/N walked into the BAU office, holding Jack's hand. She had been planning this surprise for weeks and couldn't wait to see the look on Aaron's face. Jack was practically bouncing with excitement, holding a small envelope containing the tickets.

As they approached the bullpen, Y/N spotted the team gathered around, discussing their latest case. She exchanged a quick smile with Jack, who nodded eagerly.

"Alright, let's do this," Y/N whispered to him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

They stepped into the room, and Y/N cleared her throat to get everyone's attention. Aaron looked up first, his eyes lighting up when he saw them.

"Hey, what are you two doing here?" Aaron asked, walking over to them. He knelt down to Jack's level. "Hi, buddy. What's going on?"

Jack grinned and handed the envelope to his dad. "We have a surprise for you, Daddy!"

Y/N could barely contain her excitement as Aaron opened the envelope and pulled out the tickets. His eyes widened as he realized what they were.

"Tickets to Disneyland?" Aaron looked at Y/N in surprise. "For all of us?"

"Yup," Y/N said, grinning. "I thought it would be a great way for us all to relax and have some fun together."

Garcia, who had been listening in, let out an excited squeal. "Oh my gosh, Disneyland! This is going to be epic! Thank you, Y/N!" She rushed over to hug Y/N and Jack.

JJ and Emily shared excited looks. "I can't remember the last time I went to Disneyland," JJ said, smiling. "This is going to be so much fun."

Rossi chuckled. "I'm definitely in. I could use a little magic in my life."

Derek, who had been leaning against his desk, pushed himself off and walked over with a broad grin. "Y/N, you are officially the coolest. Disneyland is going to be amazing."

Spencer, however, looked a bit uncertain. "Disneyland? Isn't it going to be crowded? And there are so many germs..."

Y/N laughed. "Come on, Spencer. It'll be fun. We can all use a break from the usual stress."

Aaron stood up, still looking at the tickets in amazement. "Y/N, this is incredible. Thank you."

Y/N smiled up at him. "I just want us all to have a good time. And I want to see you and Jack having fun together."

Aaron wrapped an arm around Y/N's shoulders and pulled her close. "You're amazing. Thank you for this."

Jack tugged on Aaron's hand. "Daddy, can we go on all the rides? And see Mickey Mouse?"

Aaron chuckled. "Absolutely, buddy. We'll do everything you want."

---

The sun was shining brightly over Disneyland as the team walked through the gates, excitement palpable in the air. Jack was holding Y/N's hand on one side and Aaron's on the other, practically dragging them towards Main Street.

"Look, Daddy, there's Mickey Mouse!" Jack pointed excitedly at the costumed character posing for pictures.

Aaron smiled down at his son. "Do you want to go meet him?"

Jack nodded vigorously, and they made their way over, the rest of the team following close behind. As Jack took a picture with Mickey, Y/N glanced around, taking in the sights and sounds of the happiest place on earth.

"This place really is magical," she said, turning to Garcia, who was snapping photos with her phone.

"Absolutely," Garcia agreed. "And I can't wait to try all the food! I heard the churros here are to die for."

JJ laughed. "Leave it to you to focus on the food, Penelope."

"Hey, food is a big part of the experience," Derek chimed in, wrapping an arm around Garcia's shoulders. "And I've got my eye on those giant turkey legs."

Spencer adjusted his bag, still looking a bit skeptical. "I'm more interested in the history of the park and the engineering behind the rides."

"Of course you are," Emily teased, nudging him playfully. "But come on, even you have to admit there's something special about being here."

Spencer smiled reluctantly. "I suppose it is pretty remarkable."

As they continued through the park, they stopped at various food stands to sample the treats. Y/N and Jack shared a churro, while Aaron tried a Dole Whip for the first time.

"This is really good," Aaron admitted, taking another bite. "I see why people rave about it."

"See? I told you," Y/N said, smiling up at him. "You just have to embrace the experience."

They strolled through the park, enjoying the sights and sounds. At a nearby shop, Y/N spotted the iconic Mickey ears and nudged Aaron playfully.

"We need to get Jack a pair of those," she said.

Aaron chuckled. "And maybe ourselves too?"

Y/N grinned. "Absolutely."

Inside the shop, they tried on various Mickey ears, laughing at the different designs. Y/N picked out a classic pair for Jack, while she and Aaron opted for matching ears with their names embroidered on them.

"Look, Daddy! We match!" Jack said, proudly donning his ears.

Aaron bent down to Jack's level. "We sure do, buddy. You look great."

Y/N snapped a photo of the three of them. Aaron leaned down and kissed her softly, getting a high pitched “awww” from Garcia.

"Alright, who's ready for a ride?" Y/N asked, looking around.

JJ, Emily, Garcia, and Y/N all raised their hands eagerly. "Count us in!" JJ said, grinning.

Aaron knelt down to Jack. "Do you want to go on this one, buddy?"

Jack looked up at the towering mountain, then shook his head. "It's too big, Daddy."

"That's okay," Aaron said gently. "We'll find something else to do while they go on the ride."

As the four women headed towards the ride, Garcia's excitement was contagious. "This is going to be so much fun! I love roller coasters!"

Emily laughed. "Just make sure you hang on tight. This one's a bit wild."

The ride was exhilarating, filled with twists, turns, and dips. When they got off, they were all laughing and breathless, their adrenaline pumping.

"That was amazing!" Y/N said, beaming. "We have to get the photo they took of us."

They found the photo kiosk and burst into laughter at the picture of them screaming and holding on for dear life. "This is definitely a keeper," JJ said, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes.

Reuniting with the rest of the team, they shared their experiences, with Jack proudly showing off his new Mickey Mouse ears.

"What's next?" Derek asked, looking around. "I heard there's a new Star Wars ride that's supposed to be incredible."

"Oh, I am so there," Garcia said, eyes lighting up. "Let's go!"

The day was filled with laughter, thrills, and endless fun. They tried new foods, went on rides, and created memories that would last a lifetime. As the sun began to set and the park lit up with twinkling lights, they gathered for the nightly parade, watching in awe as floats and characters danced by.

"This was a perfect day," Y/N said softly, leaning into Aaron's side as they watched the fireworks explode overhead.

Aaron kissed the top of her head. "Thank you for this, Y/N. It really was magical."

Jack, sleepy but happy, snuggled into Y/N's other side. "Can we come back, Daddy?"

"Absolutely, buddy," Aaron said, smiling down at his son. "We'll definitely come back."

As the final fireworks lit up the night sky, Y/N smiled to herself, she knew this day would be one they all remembered forever.

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its been so long since i’ve written about my man😻😻

Y/N moved through the crowded fundraiser with a bright smile, balancing a tray of freshly baked cookies. She stopped to chat with an elderly couple, making sure they were comfortable and had everything they needed.

“Thank you, dear. You’re always so helpful,” the woman said, accepting a cookie.

Y/N beamed. “It’s my pleasure! If you need anything else, just let me know.”

She continued to make her rounds, checking in with everyone. At one point, she saw Kie struggling with a stack of flyers.

“Here, let me help,” Y/N offered, taking half the stack.

“Thanks, Y/N. You’re a lifesaver,” Kie said, sighing with relief.

“Anytime,” Y/N replied with a warm smile.

Later, she found John B wrestling with a jammed tent pole. She knelt down beside him, examining the problem.

“Need a hand?” she asked.

John B glanced up, smiling gratefully. “That would be amazing.”

Y/N expertly fixed the pole and set it in place. “There you go. All set!”

“Thanks, Y/N. I don’t know what we’d do without you,” John B said, shaking his head in admiration.

As Y/N moved to the next group, Pope watched her from a distance, feeling his heart race. He mustered up his courage and approached her.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said, trying to sound casual.

“Oh, hey, Pope!” she greeted him cheerfully. “Want a cookie?”

“Sure, thanks.” He took one and then added, “You know, you’re always so busy helping everyone else. Maybe you should let someone take care of you for a change.”

She laughed lightly. “I don’t mind. I like helping out.”

Pope nodded, feeling his chance slip away again. “Well, if you ever need a break, I’d be happy to take you out sometime. Maybe grab some coffee?”

Y/N smiled warmly. “That’s sweet of you, Pope. Maybe someday.”

Another time, Pope found Y/N at a beach cleanup, hauling a bag of trash over her shoulder. He hurried over to help her.

“Need a hand?” he asked, taking the bag from her.

“Thanks, Pope! You’re the best,” she said, wiping sweat from her brow.

“You know, we make a pretty good team,” he said, trying to sound flirty.

Y/N laughed. “We sure do. Thanks again for the help.”

Pope sighed inwardly. “How about we team up for dinner sometime?”

She gave him a confused look. “Dinner? Oh, like a volunteer event? That sounds great! Let me know when.”

He forced a smile. “Yeah, sure.”

One evening at a party, Pope saw Y/N sitting alone for a moment and seized the opportunity. He sat down next to her, handing her a drink.

“Thanks, Pope! You’re always so thoughtful,” she said, taking a sip.

“I just wanted to make sure you’re having a good time,” he said, leaning a little closer.

She nodded. “I am! It’s nice to relax a bit. How about you?”

“I’d have a better time if you were my date,” he said, trying to sound bold.

Y/N giggled. “You’re funny, Pope. We’re all here together, right?”

He chuckled, masking his disappointment. “Yeah, right.”

No matter how many times he tried to drop hints or ask her out, Y/N remained blissfully unaware of his true intentions. Her kindness and generosity were like a barrier, preventing her from seeing that Pope’s attentions were more than just friendly gestures.

Pope sat on the porch of the Chateau, watching the sun dip below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the water. His mind was elsewhere, though, completely preoccupied with thoughts of Y/N.

He sighed, playing with his hands as he thought. It seemed impossible that someone as wonderful as Y/N didn't already have a boyfriend. Yet, every time he saw her, she was alone, surrounded by friends but never a significant other. Pope had been trying to muster the courage to tell her how he felt for months now, but every time he got close, he chickened out.

"You good, man?" JJ's voice broke through his thoughts.

Pope blinked and turned to see his friend leaning against the railing, a knowing smirk on his face. "Yeah, just thinking."

"About Y/N?" JJ's smirk widened. "You know, you should just tell her."

Pope nodded slowly, determination settling in. He knew what he had to do.

The next day, Pope found Y/N at the community center, helping organize a charity event. He walked up to her with a determined expression.

“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted.

“Hey, Pope!” she replied brightly. “What’s up?”

“I need to talk to you about something,” he said, his voice serious.

She looked at him with concern. “Is everything okay?”

He took a deep breath. “Y/N, I don’t know if you’ve noticed or not but, I like you. I’ve been trying to tell you for months now, but you never seem to get it. I want to take you out, on a real date, just you and me.”

Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise. “You like me?”

Pope nodded. “Yeah, I do. A lot.”

She was silent for a moment, processing his words. Then, a smile slowly spread across her face. “I like you too, Pope. I just... I guess I didn’t realize it.”

Pope let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Really?”

“Yeah,” she said, laughing softly. “I’d love to go on a date with you.”

Relief and happiness flooded Pope’s face. “Great. How about Friday night?”

“It’s a date,” Y/N said, still smiling.

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The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing across the walls as the night deepened. You were wrapped in Spencer's arms, your bodies pressed together in the most intimate of ways. His lips trailed soft kisses along your neck, making you shiver with anticipation.

"Did you know," Spencer murmured against your skin, his breath hot and enticing, "that during intercourse, the human body releases a surge of oxytocin?"

You let out a soft moan as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate.

"Oxytocin, huh?" you managed to say, your voice trembling with pleasure.

"Yes," he continued, his voice steady despite the intensity of the moment.

"It's also known as the love hormone.

It helps strengthen the bond between partners."

He punctuated his words with a deep thrust, making you gasp. "So, we're bonding right now?" you asked playfully, your fingers digging into his back.

"Absolutely," he replied, a smile tugging at his lips. "It's fascinating how our bodies are wired for connection."

His movements picked up pace, each thrust driving you closer to the edge.

"Spencer," you breathed, "you're amazing."

He kissed you deeply, his lips capturing yours in a passionate embrace. "You make me want to learn more," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "About you, about us."

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Y/N sat at her desk, staring blankly at the computer screen. She had been part of the BAU team for a couple of years now, and yet she always felt like an outsider. Aaron Hotchner, the unit chief, never seemed to acknowledge her contributions. While he often praised her colleagues, she never received a simple "good work" from him. The lack of recognition gnawed at her confidence and made her question her place in the team.

Feeling defeated, Y/N decided she needed a break. She approached JJ during lunch, handing her a neatly written request for a leave of absence.

"Hey, JJ. Can you pass this to Hotch for me?" Y/N asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

JJ took the paper, glancing at it briefly. "A leave of absence? Are you okay?"

Y/N forced a smile. "Just not feeling well lately. Need some time to recuperate."

Spencer, who was sitting nearby, looked up from his book. "But you never get sick, Y/N. I don't think I've ever seen you take a sick day."

JJ nodded in agreement. "Remember that time the whole team got the flu? You were the only one who didn't catch it."

Y/N shrugged, trying to downplay their concerns. "Guess I'm overdue, then."

Later that afternoon, JJ approached Aaron's office, knocking lightly on the door before entering. "Hotch, I have something for you," she said, handing him the request form.

Aaron took the paper, his eyes scanning it quickly. His brows furrowed, and he looked up at JJ, clearly upset. "A leave of absence? What's going on with Y/N?"

JJ hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. "She said she's not feeling well. But Spencer pointed out that she never gets sick. I think there's more to it, Hotch."

Aaron leaned back in his chair, deep in thought. "Thank you, JJ. I'll handle it from here."

As JJ left, Aaron dialed Y/N's number, his mind racing. When she answered, he kept his tone professional. "Y/N, it's Hotch. Can you come up to my office?"

Her heart sank. She couldn't fathom what he wanted to discuss. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the worst, and headed to his office.

As she entered, she saw Aaron sitting behind his desk, his expression unreadable. He gestured for her to sit down.

"What's going on, Y/N? JJ mentioned you're taking a leave of absence because you're sick. But you don't seem ill to me," he began, his tone gentle but firm.

Y/N looked down at her hands, struggling to find the right words. "It's not physical sickness, sir. It's... I just feel unappreciated here. You never acknowledge my work. It feels like you don't like me."

Aaron's eyes softened. "Y/N, I never intended to make you feel that way. Your work is exceptional. I apologize if my behavior made you feel unvalued."

Y/N felt a surge of emotion but held back tears. "It's not just about the praise. It's about feeling like I belong here."

Aaron stood up and walked around his desk, leaning against it as he faced her. "I understand. I promise I'll do better. I value your contributions to this team, Y/N. More than you know."

Feeling a mix of relief and confusion, Y/N nodded. "Thank you, sir."

Aaron cleared his throat, looking slightly uncomfortable. "Is there anything specific that made you feel this way? I want to understand so I can improve."

Y/N took a deep breath. "There were moments when you'd commend others for their work, but you'd never acknowledge mine. I started to think I was doing something wrong or that you simply didn't like me."

Aaron shook his head. "That's not true at all. I see the dedication and effort you put into every case. Your insights have been invaluable. If I failed to express that, it's my mistake, not yours."

Y/N looked up, meeting his gaze. "Why, then? Why was it so hard for you to say anything to me?"

Aaron hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "Sometimes, when you care about someone, you find it difficult to act normally around them. I didn't want to let my feelings interfere with my professionalism."

Y/N blinked, taken aback. "Feelings? For me?"

Aaron nodded, his expression earnest. "Yes, Y/N. I admire you more than you know. But I wanted to keep things professional."

Feeling overwhelmed, Y/N stood up quickly. "I need some time to process this. I'll be taking my leave now."

Aaron watched her go, a pang of regret in his chest as she walked out of his office.

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A few weeks later, Y/N returned to work, feeling somewhat refreshed but still wary of the situation with Aaron. She tried to focus on her tasks, but the memory of their conversation lingered in the back of her mind.

One evening, as they wrapped up for the day, Aaron approached Y/N's desk. "Y/N, can I speak with you for a moment?"

She looked up, slightly nervous. "Of course, sir."

He smiled, a rare but genuine expression. "Would you like to grab dinner with me tonight?"

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. "Dinner? As in... a date?"

Aaron nodded, taking a step closer to her. "Yes. I've realized that the reason I avoided talking to you was because you make me feel something I've never felt before. I want to get to know you better, outside of work."

Y/N felt a flutter of anxiety. "I... I don't know what to say."

Aaron gently placed his hands on her curvy hips, steadying her. "Just say yes. Let me show you how much you mean to me."

Her mind raced, but she nodded slowly. "Okay, Aaron. I'll go."

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this is for the plus size girlies 🩷🩷

Aaron lays back on the bed, his eyes dark with anticipation as you straddled him, your curvy figure illuminated by the dim light of the hotel room. His hands rested on your hips, gripping you firmly as you positioned yourself over him.

"You ready for this?" you asked, your voice low and teasing.

"God, yes," he groaned, his breath catching in his throat as you sank down onto him, taking him in slowly.

The sensation was exquisite, the stretch and fullness making you moan. You took a moment to savor the feeling before you began to move, setting a slow, tantalizing rhythm.

Aaron's hands tightened on your hips, his eyes locked on yours. "Fuck, you feel amazing," he moaned, his voice thick with need.

"You like that, baby?" you purred, leaning forward and placing your hands on his chest for balance as you rode him, your movements deliberate and controlled. Each rise and fall of your hips sent waves of pleasure through your body, and you could feel Aaron's cock pulsing inside you.

"Oh god, yes," he panted, his fingers digging into your flesh. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop."

You increased your pace, bouncing on his cock with more urgency, your breasts swaying with the motion.

Aaron's hands moved to your breasts, squeezing and kneading them, his thumbs flicking over your nipples. The added stimulation sent you spiraling closer to the edge.

"You feel so good," you moaned, throwing your head back as you moved faster. "I love the way you fill me up."

"You're driving me crazy," Aaron groaned, his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. "Fuck, Y/N, I'm gonna cum."

"Do it," you urged, riding him harder, bouncing on him with all your strength. "Cum for me, Aaron."

With a deep groan, Aaron's entire body tensed beneath you as he came, filling you with his release. But you weren't done yet. You kept moving, riding him through his orgasm, your pace relentless. Aaron's eyes flew open, a mixture of surprise and overwhelming pleasure written across his face.

"Fuck, Y/N," he panted, his body shuddering with aftershocks. "I can't-"

"You can," you insisted, not slowing down. "You're not done yet."

You felt him start to harden again inside you, his cock responding to your relentless rhythm. You adjusted your angle, grinding your clit against him with each thrust, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

"Oh god, you're so tight," he moaned, his hands moving to your ass, helping guide your movements as he tried to keep up with your pace. His eyes were locked on yours, a mixture of awe and desperate need in his gaze.

"More, Aaron," you demanded, your voice breathy. "I need more."

"Fuck, yes," he groaned, his hips bucking up to meet your movements.

"Don't stop, Y/N. Please, don't stop."

You rode him harder, bouncing on his cock with a relentless rhythm, driving both of you toward the edge. You could tell he was close again, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his body trembling beneath you.

"I'm so close," you moaned, your voice thick with need. "Aaron, I'm gonna cum."

"Yes," he groaned, his voice strained.

"Cum for me. Fuck, you feel so good."

With a few more powerful thrusts, you shattered, your orgasm ripping through you with intense force. You cried out his name, your body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over you. Aaron's cock pulsed inside you, and you felt him cum again, his release mingling with yours.

But you didn't stop. You kept bouncing on him, determined to milk him dry. Aaron's body was slick with sweat, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as you continued to ride him.

Each thrust sent fresh waves of pleasure through both of you, and you could feel his cock twitching with oversensitivity.

"Y/N, please," he begged, his voice hoarse, a desperate edge to it. "I can't take any more."

"You can," you whispered, leaning down to capture his lips in a searing kiss. "You will."

With one final, powerful bounce, you felt him cum again, his body convulsing beneath you as he emptied himself completely. He was a moaning mess, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps, his body trembling with the intensity of his release. You collapsed onto his chest, both of you spent and breathless.

For a moment, you lay there, your bodies tangled together, your breaths mingling as you came down from the high. Aaron's arms wrapped around you, holding you close as he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead.

"You're incredible," he whispered, his voice full of awe and affection. You smiled, snuggling closer to him, feeling completely content in his embrace.

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pookie i just read ur latest hotch fic bro pls write more for him i beg 😭🙏

ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖

A/N: Your wish is my command <3 I hope you enjoy it! This one is more wholesome so let me know if you want something more spicyyyy-

Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Reader Y/N, Jack Hotchner, BAU team

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner X Reader

Warnings: Jack is lost at the beginning and Hotch saves them ,but just a lot of fluff after. (Let me know if I missed anything!)

Summary: You didn't expect your day to begin with finding a lost kid, but it wasn't exactly a bad start...

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Y/N was enjoying a morning walk, the beautiful scenery of the park relaxing her. It was a crisp day, a cool breeze gently brushing through the leaves.

Suddenly, a young boy - maybe around the age of six or seven - ran up to her, a worried glint in his eyes. "I can't find my dad," He murmured, looking around and scratching his neck.

"Oh, uhm, okay. Do you need help finding him?" Y/N asked, a nervous panic bubbling up within her. The boy nodded frantically, picking at his nails.

She took a deep breath, realizing that she needed to stay calm to keep him calm. "Okay, I can do that. What's your name, sweetheart?" She questioned as she crouched down, meeting him at eye level.

He allowed her to take his hands, holding them carefully. "Jack. My dad was with me, but then I walked off and he was gone." She nodded along as he spoke, making sure he understood she was listening.

"Alright, Jack, why don't we walk around and look for him, okay?" She offered, and he nodded again, already studying the area around him. They walked around for a minute, Jack calling out for his dad every few seconds.

A man walked up to them, a small smile on his lips. "Hey, buddy. We were lookin' everywhere for you." He ignored her presence, only focusing on the boy. She instinctively pulled him back a bit, hunching over a bit to speak to him better.

"Do you know him, Jack?" She asked him and Jack shook his head. The man cut in, now reaching out to grab the boy. "I'm his dad's friend. Come on, Jake."

Jake.

She pulled him behind her back, shielding him with her body. "No, I think he should stay with me." She started walking backwards, Jack stumbling back with her. She was holding his wrist - maybe a little too tight - not letting the man get closer.

He kept walking towards them, insisting he take Jack with him. Out of the blue, a man jogged over and stepped in front of her. He grabbed his wallet out of his pocket and flipped it open.

"Agent Hotchner, FBI. Can we help you?" He nearly spat at the man, staring down at him with a cold gaze. The guy stepped back, clearing his throat and raising his hands. He mumbled something incoherent as he stormed off.

"Daddy!" Jack beamed, running out from behind her and hugging the agent. He wrapped an arm around him and smiled, planting his hand on top of his head. "Hey, buddy. You okay?"

Jack nodded and pointed at the young woman. "She helped me from the bad guy, daddy." He explained and she let out a nervous laugh. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put him in danger. I was just trying to help."

The man smiled and stuck his hand out. "I'm Aaron, thank you for looking out for him." She accepted his handshake and smiled, still a bit hesitant. "I'm Y/N, nice to meet you. And of course, I'm glad you found him."

She gave an awkward wave and turned to walk away, but Aaron cleared his throat. "Hey, actually, do you want to hang out with us for a bit?" He offered, and she noticed how Jack's face lit up. She let out an airy laugh and shrugged.

"Sure, why not."

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They had spent the day talking and playing with Jack. He was a bit shy at first, but once they started tossing a soccer ball around he came out of his shell completely.

After soccer, Jack heard an ice-cream truck and begged his dad to get some. He agreed, and he paid for all of them to get popsicles. When Jack went to go run around - both of them now keeping a watchful eye - she insisted she pay him back.

"It's just ice-cream, Y/N. You don't have to worry about it." He chuckled, throwing the sticks into the trash. Her cheeks were a bit flushed, unreasonably embarrassed about the situation. "Are you sure? I mean - we just met." She argued, and his smile grew.

"Yeah, but a favor for a new friend doesn't hurt." He flashed a grin at her and she bit her lip, a laugh slipping out. "Okay, okay. I surrender." She joked, and they continued on with casual conversation, moving to sit down on a bench.

Out of curiosity, she asked about his job and she was dumbfounded. He explained cases they've worked on and briefly explained some of his co-workers.

"Wow! That sounds horrible!' She snorted, non-stop giggling as he told her about an average work day. He couldn't help but laugh along with her, her radiant smile becoming contagious.

"It's not for everyone, that's for sure, but it's nice being able to help people." He explained and she nodded, her laughter subsiding. They continued to chat about it, and she lit up with excitement when he mentioned a case she knew.

"I listened to that on a podcast! You solved that?" She beamed, and he nodded, finding her joy adorable. "Yeah, it was a challenge." He added, and they compared what they knew about it.

She quickly cleared her throat and nudged him with her knee when she noticed Jack running up to them. He rambled about a cool bug that he saw for a bit before Aaron's phone rang. He excused himself and took the call.

He came back and Jack was noticeably bummed, and she had a guess as to why. "I have to go, we just got a case." He sighed, and she nodded, standing up to give him a hug goodbye.

"It was nice hanging out with you. If you want, we can exchange numbers and maybe... hang out again?" She prodded, and Jack nodded rapidly, making both of them chuckle.

"Of course, I'd love to."

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Emily and David were chatting by JJ's desk, waiting for her to return with snacks. They were planning to watch a movie in the conference room with the rest of the team. It was their day off and they felt like they earned it.

Emily glanced over when she noticed a young woman looking around, appearing to be lost. She had a visitors badge clipped onto her shirt. Both the agents noted that she looked nice, as if she was going out.

"New agent?" Rossi asked, and Emily shook her head. "No, she might be here to see Strauss, or Garcia because of that seminar thing she did." He raised his brows and flattened his lips, a nonverbal sign of agreement.

Emily walked over to her, gently tapping her shoulder. "Hi, are you here to see someone?" She asked and Y/N looked up at her, an awkward smile tugging at her lips. "Yeah, actually. Uhm, is Aaron here?"

The agent's eyes widened, now reciprocating her smile. "Yeah, his room is up-" She started but was cut off by Aaron's door swinging open. "Hey, Y/N!" He had a huge grin on his face, waving her over.

She gave a quick goodbye to the agent in front of her before happily speeding up the stares, quickly getting engulfed in a tight bear hug. "Aaron! I missed you!"

He ruffled her hair and invited her into his office, now leaving them behind closed doors. JJ was now in the room, jaw nearly on the floor. "Did you guys see that?" She asked, and both Rossi and Emily nodded, confusion evident on all of their faces.

Shortly after, Derek, Penelope and Spencer all walked in, arguing over what movie the group should watch. Spencer raised a brow when he noticed the hushed conversation between the trio in front of them. "What are you guys whispering about?"

After explaining the situation to the rest of the gang, everyone was coming up with their own theories. "Wait, what about movie night?" Garcia gasped, and Morgan chuckled. "Babygirl, seriously?"

Aaron and Y/N stepped out of his office, laughing and whispering to each other. The two made their way down the stairs, seemingly oblivious to the group not too far away.

Aaron's alarm went off on his phone and he reached into his pocket. "I'll meet you by the elevator," He stated, pressing a kiss to her cheek. She nodded and left the room, the glass door blurring her a bit as she walked away.

He turned and now realized the group that had been staring him down. He took a minute to think of what to say, shrugging and rubbing his jaw.

"Sorry guys, I have my own movie date planned." He admitted, quickly making his way out of the room. "Don't worry, you guys will get to meet her another time, shes the best." He added with a smile, something the team didn't often see.

Once the two disappeared down the elevator, Spencer scoffed in amusement. "He smiled" David nodded, a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Love is in the air."

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A/N: I hope you guys enjoy! Let me know if you want a part two - of like when they're at the movies-

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[kenzirr]

Y/N and Spencer were lost in each other, their clothes discarded hastily around the dimly lit room. Spencer's hands roamed over Y/N's body, his touch sending shivers down her spine. Their breaths mingled as he pressed her against the bed, his lips trailing fiery kisses down her neck.

Spencer's movements became more urgent, his hips thrusting rhythmically against Y/N's. Soft moans escaped her lips, matching his own gasps of pleasure.

The heat between them was palpable, the room filled with the sounds of their passion.

Just as things reached a fever pitch, the door to Spencer's apartment swung open. JJ and Derek stood in the doorway, their eyes widening in shock as they took in the scene before them.

"Oh my God!" JJ exclaimed, quickly covering her eyes with one hand while using the other to shield Derek's view, though he was already averting his gaze.

"Whoa, sorry!" Derek muttered, his face turning red as he tried to backpedal out of the room, dragging JJ with him.

Spencer and Y/N froze, their faces flushed not just from their activities but now from sheer embarrassment. They quickly scrambled to cover themselves with the nearest blanket, exchanging mortified glances.

JJ and Derek managed to close the door behind them, their muffled voices carrying through as they moved down the hallway.

"That never happened," Derek said firmly, and JJ could only nod in agreement, her face still beet red.

Inside the room, Spencer let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding and turned to Y/N, his expression a mix of amusement and horror.

Y/N laughed softly, shaking her head.

"We might want to invest in a lock."

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Warnings:

* Explicit language

* Non-consensual undertones (Rafe's intentions towards an unaware Y/N)

Rafe Cameron and his friends lounged at the country club, the sun beating down on them as they relaxed by the pool. Drinks flowed freely, and the air was filled with laughter and idle chatter. The opulence of the country club contrasted sharply with the rougher, more down-to-earth vibe of the Outer Banks' pogues.

Rafe sprawled in his chair, eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses, but his mind wasn't on the luxurious surroundings. Instead, he was fixated on Y/N. He'd noticed her around town, always hanging out with her pogue friends. There was something about her that drew him in, something that made him want to get close to her.

"Man, you seen that pogue girl, Y/N?" Rafe said suddenly, a sly grin spreading across his face.

Kelce, lounging next to him, glanced over with a curious look. "Y/N? The one who's always with those other pogues? What about her?"

Rafe leaned back, his grin widening.

"She's hot as hell. I can't wait to get my hands on her."

Topper smirked, taking a swig of his beer. "You gonna teach her a lesson or what?"

Rafe chuckled darkly. "Yeah, something like that. There's a party on the beach next week. I'm gonna make my move then. Catch her off guard, get her alone. She'll be begging for it by the end of the night."

Kelce laughed, shaking his head.

"You're a piece of work, man."

Rafe shrugged, unbothered. "Hey, а little fun never hurt anyone. She'll like it."

The night of the beach party, the shore was alive with music, lights, and the sounds of people enjoying the summer night. The bonfire crackled, casting a warm glow over the crowd.

Y/N was there with her friends, laughing and having a good time, completely unaware of Rafe's intentions.

Rafe watched her from a distance, eyes following her every move. He could see the way she seemed almost out of place among the rowdier partygoers. It made him want her even more.

Finally, he saw his chance as Y/N wandered away from her group, heading towards the quieter side of the beach. He downed another drink, feeling the familiar buzz of alcohol fueling his confidence, and made his move.

"Hey, Y/N!" Rafe called out, jogging to catch up with her.

Y/N turned, surprised. "Oh, hey, Rafe.

Didn't expect to see you here."

Rafe flashed a charming smile. "Yeah, figured l'd check it out. You having fun?"

She nodded, a shy smile on her lips.

"Yeah, it's been great. You?"

Rafe leaned in, lowering his voice.

"Yeah, it's alright. You know, you look fucking amazing tonight."

Y/N blushed, looking down. "Thanks, Rafe."

He stepped closer, invading her personal space. "Why don't we go somewhere quieter? Talk a bit."

Y/N hesitated, but Rafe's intense gaze and smile convinced her. "Okay, sure."

He led her to the back of his car, opening the door and gesturing for her to sit. Y/N, still oblivious to his true intentions, complied. Rafe slid in next to her, closing the door behind them.

"So, YIN," he said, his voice low and husky. "You ever been with a guy like me before?"

She shook her head, her naivety clear.

"No, Rafe, I haven't."

Rafe smirked, leaning in closer. "Guess it's time you learned, then." He pressed his lips against hers, his hands roaming over her body. Y/N gasped, surprised by the intensity.

"Rafe, I-" she started, but he silenced her with another kiss, more demanding this time.

"Just relax," he murmured against her lips. "You're gonna like this."

His hands slid under her shirt, tracing her skin. Y/N shivered at his touch, her breath hitching. Rafe's kisses grew more urgent, his tongue exploring her mouth with fervor. He pulled her closer, one hand gripping her waist while the other tangled in her hair.

Y/N's mind was a whirlwind of sensations, her initial hesitation melting away as Rafe's touch ignited a fire within her. She clung to him, responding to his kisses with growing passion.

"Fuck, you taste good," Rafe muttered against her lips, his voice rough with desire.

Y/N's hands roamed over his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt.

Rafe groaned, his grip on her tightening. He pushed her back against the seat, his body pressing against hers.

"Rafe," she whispered, her voice breathless.

He silenced her with another deep kiss, his hands moving to unbutton her shorts. "Just let me take care of you," he murmured.

Y/N nodded, her heart racing. She surrendered to the moment, letting Rafe take control as their intimate session intensified. The beach party continued in the background, but for Rafe and Y/N, the world had narrowed down to the back of that car.

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@companionjones

The sun was setting over the Outer Banks, casting a warm golden glow over the water. The Pogues—John B, JJ, Pope, and Kiara—were gathered at John B's house, relaxing after a day of adventure. Y/N sat on the edge of the porch, feeling a knot of tension in her stomach. She couldn't help but notice how often John B mentioned Sarah Cameron lately, despite her absence.

John B leaned back, laughing as he recounted a story. "And then, Sarah and I were stuck in this tiny dinghy, right? We were trying to get away from Ward’s guys, and she grabs the paddle, starts rowing like a maniac. We ended up going in circles for ten minutes! It was hilarious."

JJ chuckled. "Classic Sarah."

Kiara smiled, but noticed Y/N's tightening expression. "Yeah, that does sound like her."

Y/N's frustration boiled over. "Maybe you should just date Sarah again if you miss her so much," she muttered under her breath.

John B, hearing her, turned to Y/N with a frown. "What did you just say?"

Y/N looked up, her frustration bubbling to the surface. "You heard me. It's like Sarah's the only thing you care about. Why don't you just date her again?"

The Pogues fell silent, exchanging uneasy glances. JJ's eyes widened, and Kiara shifted uncomfortably. Pope looked down, clearly wishing he were anywhere else.

John B frowned, clearly taken aback. "Y/N, you know Sarah and I have history. But that doesn't mean you don't matter."

"It doesn't feel that way," Y/N replied, her voice rising. "Every time I turn around, it's Sarah this, Sarah that. I'm sick of it!"

JJ cleared his throat, trying to defuse the tension. "Hey, guys, maybe we should all just calm down—"

But Y/N ignored him, her voice trembling with emotion. "It's like I'm invisible, John B! Do you even care how I feel?"

John B stood up, his frustration evident. "Of course I care! But you're blowing this way out of proportion. Sarah's not even here!"

"Exactly!" Y/N shot back. "And yet, she's always here between us."

"You're being ridiculous," John B snapped. "Sarah's part of my life. If you can't handle that, maybe you're the one who doesn't belong here."

The argument hung in the air, the tension thick and palpable. Y/N couldn't take it anymore. She turned on her heel and walked off, tears streaming down her face.

For the next few days, Y/N avoided the group, keeping to herself and avoiding places she knew they'd be. She felt a deep sense of isolation, compounded by the absence of the friends she'd grown to care about.

One afternoon, John B, JJ, Pope, and Kiara were gathered at The Wreck, trying to enjoy some downtime despite the palpable tension.

JJ broke the silence, glancing at John B. "Man, you really messed up with Y/N."

John B sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know, JJ. I just... I didn't realize how much it was bothering her."

Kiara looked at him sympathetically. "John B, you have to understand that Y/N is new to all of this. She doesn't have the history with us that Sarah does. She's trying to find her place, and it can't be easy when you're always bringing up Sarah."

Pope nodded in agreement. "You need to talk to her, John B. Really talk to her. Make her understand how much she means to you."

John B looked down, his guilt evident. "I want to, but she's been avoiding me. How am I supposed to make things right if she won't even look at me?"

JJ patted him on the back. "You'll figure it out, man. Just don't give up on her."

Then, the annual movie night arrived. It was a beloved tradition on the island, where everyone gathered to watch movies under the stars. Despite her reluctance, Y/N decided to go, hoping to lose herself in the crowd.

As she found a spot on the grass, she felt a presence beside her. She turned to see John B, looking genuinely remorseful. "Y/N, can we talk?"

She crossed her arms, her expression guarded. "What do you want, John B?"

"I'm sorry," he said earnestly. "I was a jerk. I shouldn't have dismissed your feelings like that."

Y/N sighed, her anger beginning to fade. "It's just... it feels like I'm always in Sarah's shadow. Like I don't matter as much to you."

John B shook his head, his eyes filled with regret. "You matter to me, Y/N. More than you know. I was an idiot for not seeing how you felt. I care about you, and I don't want you to feel left out."

She looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity there. Slowly, she nodded. "Okay. I forgive you, John B. But you need to understand how hard this is for me."

"I do," he said softly. "And I'll do better. I promise."

Y/N shook her head. "I can't just let this go that easily, John B. It's going to take time for me to feel like I really belong here, and you need to prove that I'm not second place to Sarah."

"I understand," John B said, his voice firm. "I'll prove it to you, Y/N. Whatever it takes."

Y/N then picked up her stuff, then walked away to a different spot to sit down at.

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Can I have a john b x reader? Lmk if you need specifics!

ofc!!! if u would like a certain way lmk!