#LUKE TRIED TO REPLACE THE EMPTINESS IN THE SPOT OF HIS LITTLE FAMILY WITH HIS ARMY

[everythingwasalreadypicked]

Something something Thalia and Alabaster sharing a fatal flaw... something something childhood bestfriends Annabaster... something something Thalia being made Artemis's lieutenant to satisfy her thirst for power and to get her off Olympus's back, Luke promoting Alabaster to General for the same reasons...

Something something Thalia renouncing the kid she knew and cursed the gods with all these years, and not recognising both him and the child they took in anymore

OHHH I'm having thoughts and Unwell no one stop me

[slafkovskys]

𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶 𝔰𝔞𝔦𝔡 𝔦𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔶 ❈ 𝔥𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔢𝔰 𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔰 𝔵 𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩

summary: in which the truth comes out

word count: 4k

warning(s): angst, language, mentions of cheating, mentions of alcohol consumption

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“i wonder if he knows that we can see that he’s just been sitting in the driveway for the past twenty minutes.”

“probably, but only because you keep walking up to the window to stare at him,” she sends jack a teasing smile when the older man rolls his eyes. she leans forward and presses a soft kiss to his lips, but drew makes a noise in between them and grabs onto his mother’s hair to ensure that her attention is solely on him, “hi. i haven’t forgotten about you, mister.”

there’s a knock at their front door and the two adults share a look. she takes drew from his father and stops jack when he makes a move toward the door, “remember what we talked about?”

“nice words only?” he raises an eyebrow and she smiles, “i’ll be a good boy, you don’t have to worry.”

and she can’t help but feel a little bit worried as he turns on his heel and disappears from her sight. drew tugs on her hair again and she’s quickly distracted once again by her youngest child, “are you hungry?”

jack grins at the gleeful squeals of his children as he makes his way down the hall, but it quickly falls as he spots the figure on the other side of the door. on one hand, he was happy that luke was finally taking a step towards making things right, but on the other was the fact that he had left angel during one of the most vulnerable moments of her life while also leaving him and quinn to pick up the pieces in an attempt at making her whole again.

he has to count to ten more than once before he finally pulls open the door. he hadn’t seen his youngest brother since the stanley cup final when he skated right past him to pass the cup to bratter. he still had the same dark circles under his eyes that he had for the past year and his face was even a little slimmer, but he could tell that he had showered and even gotten a haircut before he came.

“um, thanks for having me.”

“i’m not the one that invited you here,” jack all but spits and it’s only when luke flinches at his words that he remembers that he was supposed to be nice. he steps to the side so luke could come in, but then jack presses a heavy hand to his chest when he tries to enter the house, “you’re here to make amends and i get that, but i promise that if you say anything out of line, you’re gone. are we clear?”

“crystal,” luke stares at his middle brother and he sees something in his eyes that he had never seen. it was more than a warning, it was a promise. jack’s hand falls when the sound of wheels comes from somewhere down the hall, followed by a delighted noise. both brothers turn their heads to find wren in her walker, grinning widely at them around her fist.

“after you,” jack forces a smile and closes the door behind luke, moving past to run up to wren which only delights the girl more, “where are we going, wren? where’s mom?”

jack follows after her and luke pauses in the hallway, taking in everything that had changed since he had been gone. besides the baby gates that now blocked off certain rooms and the few toys he could see strewn about on the floor that led into the living room, the most noticeable difference was the picture wall. he finds himself staring at all of the memories that had been made in his absence.

the picture wall was something she had started during her second summer with the boys, not loving the empty space in their entryway. slowly but surely it became filled with photos of friends and family, of the four of them. now, though, there’s a single picture of luke on the wall from the night he was drafted, placed on the outskirts like an afterthought. the frames that he used to live in were now replaced with pictures of the twins in various stages of their lives. his eyes drift from a photo of jack and quinn holding the two babies right after they were born to the photo that’s strategically placed in the middle. quinn’s on one side, jack is on the other, and she’s standing in between them with the biggest grin on her face as both men stare down at her. she’s clad in a bikini top and a pair of denim shorts and luke can just barely make out the cowboy boots that were on her feet. jack’s got a cowboy hat on his head and quinn’s wearing a flannel with sleeves ripped off and even after almost five years, it’s comforting to know that she can get quinn out of his comfort zone because there is no way that the quinn he knows (or knew) would ever wear a cut-off shirt at twenty-nine.

“you would’ve had fun,” her voice startles him. he turns and finds her standing a few feet away, “all of your favorite artists were there. it was mostly jack’s idea because i still can’t get behind country, but it fell on our anniversary. it was our first little weekend away from the twins. i was facetiming my parents the whole time checking in on them.”

“yeah, five years,” luke says. it was a day he couldn’t forget. he had kept himself in his bedroom for the majority of it, staring at the ceiling. ellen checked on him a couple of times, made him eat dinner with her and jim before letting him disappear to his bed again. “crazy.”

“i’m glad that you came,” she says and he can tell that she means it. she beckons him to follow her and he does. “do you want something to eat? drink?”

“i’m good,” luke looks around the room. the last time he had been there, the place was more reminiscent of a frat house than what it was now. the beer bottles on the counter had been replaced with baby bottles and the clothes that used to be strewn over the floor were replaced by various toys meant to teach the babies their shapes. a pair of delighted squeals and a chuckle from jack causes luke to realize that someone is missing, “where’s quinn?”

“he’s not ready,” is all she says, slicing through a strawberry. she looks up just in time to see his eyes drift over to jack who is now being used as a jungle gym by the twins. she smirks, “and he just doesn’t trust you.”

and that’s, well, fair.

“um-”

“we’re going to go outside and talk,” she announces, not as much asking him as she was telling him while also letting jack in on their plans. she picks up her bowl and rounds the island, “jacky-”

“i’m on baby duty. don’t let them face plant on the couch because even though they laugh, it’s not actually funny,” he rolls his eyes and they share an affectionate smile, “i know the drill.”

“sometimes i wonder,” she teases as she pulls open the door. luke follows her lead, now a guest in the home he used to reside in. she points to the fire pit, “pick your seat.”

he was surprised to see that his chair was still sitting in the circle, but his eyes couldn’t help but linger on the smaller additions that now sat on either side of angel’s favorite spot. the same spot she curls up in, setting her bowl in her lap and tucking her phone underneath her thigh, an old habit she had never dropped.

she hums, “the floor is yours.”

and he takes that as they weren’t going to be doing any icebreakers.

“i didn’t sleep last night thinking about what i wanted to say, what i could say, and-” he clears his throat, “it didn’t really hit me until i was driving here that there is never anything that i could say or do that would make up for what i did. i know that you don’t have to believe me, but i meant it when i said that i was sorry.”

“i know you did,” she says and he sends her a confused glance, “when you’re lying, you scrunch up your nose and start moving your fingers around. remember that’s how i found out what quinn got me for christmas a couple of years ago? when i asked if it was post malone tickets as a joke and when you said no, you scrunched your nose.”

“oh yeah,” he chuckles at the memory of him begging her to act surprised when she opened the box that contained the tickets that morning.

she hums, “i just want to know why you did it, luke. you can tell me sorry all you want, but there’s got to be a reason.”

and there was.

he takes a deep breath before he lets the words spill from his lips, “when i pulled those tests out of your bag, i didn’t know what to do. i was about to be twenty-three and about to sign a new deal, i didn’t think that i was ready for that yet. i was scared-”

“it’s not like we had just met. we had been making plans, long-term ones,” her eyes narrowed at him, “and you were scared? i wasn’t even out of college. i still had no plans for after graduation, my partners were living on completely different sides of the continent, and all of them wanted me to come back with them after the off-season. there was so much going on in my life and to top it off, now i had a child — children — to worry about. you had a career, a home, everything planned out, but you were scared?”

“it was selfish,” he admits for the first time out loud, “it was selfish to even think of leaving that night. i wasn’t considering how you would feel or quinn or jack, i just wanted to figure it out on my own. i thought if i went to mom’s and slept on it, i would be good in the morning, but then i got on the plane to florida and i- i knew.”

“you knew?”

“how bad i had fucked up by leaving. i think in my mind, i had already lost you so there was no point in going back.”

“i promise you that if you would’ve come back that morning instead of getting on that plane, i would’ve let you. we could’ve talked like adults, laid all of our fears out on the table, and figured it out. i would’ve let you back because i still loved you then,” luke feels something reach into his chest and rip the air right from his lungs at those words, “and my problem now is that there was as much of a chance that they could have been yours as it was quinn and jack’s, but you still left. you never called. you never texted.”

“i- i wanted to,” he tries, “every day for the past year i wanted to reach out to you, talk to you, tell you how much i still love you-”

“oh, that’s rich,” she snorts, “you actually have the nerve to tell me that you still love me when it didn’t take you, what was it, luke? two weeks to hook up with someone that i thought was my friend and then continue to be with her the entire time-”

“we were never together and we never will be,” he quickly interrupts her and he watches her demeanor falter for the first time since he had arrived, “i’m not denying that we hooked up, or that we did it more than once, but she treats it as more than it is. i told her it wasn’t anything serious and she said she was fine with that. she’s the one that tells everyone that we’re together-”

“but you’re letting her?” she fired back and that was something that luke couldn’t argue with because he did let her. “she had a jacket for the playoffs.”

“i told her not to order one. i told elisa not to let her order one. she went behind our backs to the artist and ordered it herself. i promise. i have the messages,” he goes to reach for his phone and she stops him with a shake of her head.

“how,” she sniffles before using her finger to wipe underneath her eyes. behind her, luke watches as jack holds drew over his head as (he guesses) he pretends that the boy is an airplane. she takes a deep breath before speaking again, “i want to know how it happened, you and her. why it happened.”

“it must’ve been two weeks after i left, maybe three? i had already moved most of my stuff out of the townhouse and into an airbnb because i knew jack wouldn’t want me around, so i was alone a lot. she messaged me late one night and i guess you had just told her that you were pregnant, but she kept saying how she understands what i did and she doesn’t blame me for it. i- i was drinking and i called her and before i knew it, i had booked her a ticket to come out. she was at my door the next morning and i was too hungover to tell her to leave.

“we went out for dinner after i got home from skate and we just kept drinking and talking and she was taking my side and- i slept with her that night,” he watches as she tears her eyes away from his and turns her head towards the lake. her hand covers her mouth as she closes her eyes, trying to conceal the sobs, “angel-”

“don’t call me that. you don’t have the privilege right now.”

he closes his eyes too, letting his head hang ashamed. he doesn’t know how much time passes before she clears her throat, “you let four years go down the drain because you were too scared to come and talk to me.”

she’s mumbling the words to herself over and over again. she looks back at him, eyes red-rimmed, “is there anything — anyone — else that you want me to know about?”

he shakes his head, “that’s everything.”

“i tried to leave too, you know? for real,” she starts and luke’s eyes widen at her admission, “after you left here that night, i started really doubting everything. we made plans the next night, sure, and talked about it all week. we were in love and about to start a family and we should be excited about houses with fences and baby gates and onesies, but you took a piece of me with you that night, luke.

“after i found out that i was having twins, i called quinn and jack and they were both so excited. they were bickering about names and who they would look like. they even started working on a pool for when they would be born, but i couldn’t even enjoy that. i went to the appointment by myself because it was the start of playoff season and watching them argue about who they would be like the most made me start to think about you and i honestly had stopped thinking about you. i hated thinking about you.

“i hung up with them and decided that if i could do these appointments alone, i could raise them alone. what if they weren’t quinn or jack’s? what if they were yours? the first person that i had ever loved left me and never looked back. you made leaving look so easy and i got scared that they would do the same, so the next day i changed my number and put in with school for sick leave. thank god my professor was understanding of my situation or i would’ve failed the last class that i needed to graduate.

“i went back home to my parents, but jack was at my door within twelve hours. quinn couldn’t get a flight quick enough, but he had just landed in columbus so he drove. apparently, they were blowing up moms’ phones about me and they told them i was fine, i just needed space, but you and i both know that jack wouldn’t know space if it slapped him in the face,” she chuckles and luke can’t find it in him to share her humor, “i tried to make them understand, but we all knew that i was lying.

“i didn’t want to be by myself. i wanted you, all of you, and the fact that all of you didn’t want me was a lot,” she shakes her head, “there were tears, so many tears. they were begging me to stay and i was begging them to let me go. we were up until like two am until i fell asleep in jack’s lap because i was so exhausted from all the back and forth.

“mom had muffins for us the next morning and jack took me and the rental back to columbus before we caught a flight back to jersey. quinn was still freaking out and i felt so bad for scaring him, i still do, but i- i got in my head. it was a one-time thing. i’ve never thought about leaving before and i haven’t done it since.”

“jack didn’t play in any away games for the rest of the season-”

“because they were both worried i would try to leave again, no matter how many times i promised that it was a one-time thing. quinn tried to quit because of me,” she announces and luke’s mouth falls, “yeah. they were serious about making sure that i knew they were both there for me, he said he’d retire if i wanted him to. i told him he was crazy if he thought that i’d ever ask him to do that.”

he can’t stop the question from leaving his lips, “why did you do it?”

“when i said that you took a piece of me with you that night, luke, i wasn’t kidding. watching the first person you ever loved, the one who encouraged our relationship in the first place, be the first to leave, made me start to question if all the complications were worth it. you might hate hearing me say it, but we’re not us without you. quinn, jack, and i still love each other more than ever, but we’re not whole. we all realize that something is missing and we just try to fill that void the best that we can.”

even after everything, she was saying that he was a part of them, that he was their missing piece.

“i- i didn’t know.”

she shrugs, “how could you have?”

“i wish that i could take it back. every single thing. i never should have left that night,” he lets a tear slip from his eye. she stares at him for a second, two, before reaching over and wiping it away. she lets her palm linger on his cheek and he lets out a shaky breath at the feeling of her skin on his for the first time in over a year.

“i know that you would, lukey,” she whispers, “but i can’t forgive you right now.”

“okay.”

“but that doesn’t mean that i can’t forgive you at some point,” she says with some sense of hopefulness in her tone, something that causes a pull in luke’s chest, “there’s- it’s just a lot we talked about. you said a lot, i said a lot, and i think that we both need time to process it instead of just moving on and trying to pretend that it never happened. is that fair?”

he nods, cheek still pressed against her warm hand, “that’s fair.”

“don’t run away from me again,” this time it’s a demand slipping from her lips, “just because i’m still mad, doesn’t mean i don’t want to speak. i still have love for you, luke, and there’s a lot we have to catch up on.”

he doesn’t need to ask what the ‘a lot’ she was referring to was, the two tiny, wooden lawn chairs that had been placed around the fire pit sometime during his absence were his answer.

“do you want to meet them, officially?” her face is sincere when she asks while luke can’t manage to hide the shocked expression that takes over his features.

“i-” he tries to find the words, “yeah, of course, but… you’re okay with that? so soon, i mean.”

“if you don’t feel comfortable, or even want to meet them, luke, you can say no. i don’t want to force you,” she shakes her head. luke blinks as he thinks about it. truthfully, there was nothing more in this world that he wanted than to know the twins, to know the little slice of life that she and his brothers now lived. she chuckles, “even if you aren’t with me anymore, at the very least you’re still a friend that i want them to know.”

and he wishes she would’ve just delivered a punch to his gut instead of uttering those words, but he nods. she pulls her hand away from his face and he has to refrain from chasing after her touch as she lets out a sigh, “they’ll be going down for their nap soon, so we can’t get them too amped up. you can at least say hi.”

“sounds good,” he agrees, rubbing his hands on his thighs when he stands. he follows her back up to the house and pulls the door closed behind them. jack’s eyes follow her curiously as she goes to deposit her bowl in the sink and luke wants to say something, let him know that he also owes him an apology, but she beats him to it.

“we’re going to be civil, jacky. friends, okay?” she passes in front of luke and he gets a whiff of her perfume, the same one she wore on their first date all those years ago, “and if we’re going to be friends, i want him to meet the kids.”

“we said this was your call, angel,” is all his brother says as she takes up a spot on the floor near him. luke wasn’t surprised that they were letting her call the shots on this because sure, what he did affected them, but there was no doubt that it affected her the most. the ball was always going to be in her court, they were always going to move at her pace.

she leans over and presses a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth, smiling when wren reaches for her.

“this is wren. also goes by wren quinn or kq,” there’s a prideful grin on her face as she takes her daughter from jack’s hands and sets her on her lap, “our oldest.”

“you can sit down, luke, they’re not going to bite. drew only cut his first teeth last week,” jack mumbles, noticing luke lingering between the couch and the wall. the boy in question makes an excited noise as he grabs onto his father’s finger and starts waving it around excitedly, “this is drew, also goes by dj-”

“or drew boo!” angel interrupts and jack makes a face, “he hasn’t been so lucky in the nickname department which they blame me for as if they weren’t involved in the naming process too.”

“maybe when he gets older,” luke offers as he takes a seat on the floor across from the woman. he watches as wren kicks her legs and stares at him curiously, like she knows him, but doesn’t at the same time, “hi wren. i’m-”

there’s a pause. he doesn’t know what to say and jack sends him a look that silently reminds him to heed his earlier warning. angel sends him a soft smile as she stands the seven-month-old up on her thighs and allows her to bounce gently on her feet, “this is luke, wren. he’s mommy’s friend.”

and mommy’s friend was better than nothing.

[fortheloveofwonderland]

Midnight | Chapter 6 | S.R

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Chapter Summary - you spend the night in West Virginia, in which you find yourself in a slightly awkward situation. When you move on to a small town in Illinois, you make a decision that could end up being your downfall, while Spencer tries to take his mind off his growing attraction towards you.

Pairing - unsub! Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - dark angst | smut | very eventual happy ending

Warnings - blood, murder, masturbation (male), slight voyeurism, slightly aggressive Spencer, swearing, drinking, making out, tears.

WC - 5k

Chapter Six - Raise No Fool

Logan, West Virginia was, by all accounts, an exceptionally boring place. There was nothing particularly interesting about it, aside from maybe its proximity to the Appalachian Mountains. 

The town boasted two restaurants, Morrison’s Drive In with its “world famous” hot dogs or Chirico’s Ristorante, a family owned Italian joint which was where you and Spencer had eaten dinner upon arrival in town. Shopping was just as sparse as was any other kind of activity in these parts. But you supposed you weren’t here for a vacation. 

The Chapmanville Inn, the fifty bucks a night motel Spencer had picked out was cheap but certainly not cheerful. The old building had definitely seen better days, a lick of paint would have gone a long way. Then again, knocking it down entirely and starting over again would have gone further. 

The room was smaller than your already pokey living room at home. It had twin beds, a wobbly table with a single chair you wouldn't think out of place in an elementary school, a stained blue carpet and little else. At the very least your room had its own bathroom, worryingly not all of them did. 

You hadn’t said much of anything to Spencer for the rest of the drive or over dinner. He kept trying to engage you but you responded with little more than perfunctory sounds and nods. Eventually he gave up trying. 

He’d allowed you to call Luke from the car outside the restaurant while he listened intently to everything you said to ensure that you didn’t incriminate him. You were sure Luke could sense something was amiss, between you telling him you’d left without your phone and that he couldn’t contact you on your replacement device, you knew he was suspicious. You’d ended the call telling him you would be in touch soon. 

When you checked into the Chapmanville Inn, under the names of Andrew and Rose Burnett with their Colorado drivers licences and paying cash, you went straight through to the bathroom to shower. 

You spent a long time under the measly flow of luke-warm water, cleaning yourself with the hotel shower gel which had an odd scent that you couldn’t place. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant but it certainly wasn’t nice either. 

You dried yourself off and changed your clothes and when you stepped back into the bedroom, you found it empty. Spencer was nowhere to be seen and neither were the two firearms or his hunting knife. The only thing left behind were your bags and the clothes he’d been wearing earlier neatly laid out on one of the beds. 

You padded over to the window and pushed the curtain aside to look out at the parking lot. The little navy Nissan was no longer in the spot Spencer had parked it in. 

Your first thought was to run. It could be your only chance to get away from Spencer’s manic clutches. The lobby must have a phone, you could call Luke and tell him everything and get him to come and pick you up. Or you could call the cops and have them come for Spencer, but on what grounds? 

You had no proof he had done anything wrong and you weren’t here entirely under duress. Spencer hadn’t forced you at gunpoint to come with him, ok so he’d threatened you but you could have gotten out of this if you’d really wanted to. When Luke hugged you at the BAU and obscured your phone’s microphone you could have told him what was going on but you didn’t. You didn’t tip Luke off for the same reason you weren’t going to run now. 

You didn’t want to. And that was what scared you most about this whole situation. You had no intention of going anywhere because you wanted to be here with Spencer, no matter how foolish that made you. And you were sure Spencer knew it too, otherwise he wouldn’t have left you here alone. If he’d thought you would run he never would have gone anywhere without you. 

Goddamint, I am in way over my head. 

You sat down on the free bed and quickly fell back against the pillows. You hadn’t realised how tired you were until you laid down. The last few days had taken its toll on you, coupled with the lack of sleep you’d had due to your nightmares and you were exhausted. You felt your eyes fluttering closed within seconds of your head hitting the pillow. You didn’t even manage to get under the sheet before you were drifting off to sleep.

***

You weren’t sure what woke you. Maybe it was the sound of the door being closed or the light that emanated from the crack in the bathroom door. Maybe it was the metallic smell that filled your nostrils and pulled you out of sleep. 

You rubbed your eyes, momentarily forgetting where you were as your brain roused into consciousness. You became aware of the sound of running water. A tap? No, the shower. You sat yourself up in bed and saw the trail of clothes leading to the bathroom door. Socks. Jeans. A hoodie. A pair of boxers. No shirt.

You swung your legs out of the bed without having the forethought to do so and were soon pushing yourself to your feet. You didn’t have to go far before you found the offending item, draped over a garbage bag on the back of the chair. 

Even in the dark room you could tell the material was soaked in blood, mostly by the smell. You’d already assumed where Spencer had gone tonight and now you had proof. 

Still there was no sign of the guns or the knife. 

Curiosity getting the better of you, you crept towards the bathroom and poked your head around the crack in the door. Sitting on the sink basin, either side of the faucet were the two firearms Spencer had taken from your storage container. Inside the basin, soaking in some water was the partially bloody knife. 

Feeling your stomach turn, you went to return to bed before Spencer saw you creeping around but as you turned away from the sink your eyes landed on the shower. 

Through the flimsy yellow-ish curtain you could make out the perfect outline of Spencer’s body as he stood under the shower head. The lighting couldn’t have been more ideal, showcasing every dip and curve of his figure in silhouette. 

You couldn't quite work out if he was facing you or the wall as his hands moved to run through his hair. You could however make out his slim waist and his strong thighs. You heard him exhale sharply through parted lips as he moved his hands from his hair further down his body. 

When he turned to the side you had to hold back a gasp and clamped your hand over your mouth at the sight. His cock was standing at full attention and one of his hands was wrapped around it. When his hand started to move you had to bite down on your hand to stop from making a sound.

Your eyes were glued to his crotch, mesmerised by the way his hand glided up and down his hard length. You pressed your thighs together where you stood feeling dizzy at the sight and wishing there wasn’t a shower curtain hindering your view. 

It wasn’t long before you felt yourself getting wet, your arousal soaking into the fabric of your panties. You wanted to follow Spencer’s lead and touch yourself, or better, have Spencer touch you. But you didn’t move. You kept frozen still, watching him behind the curtain whilst biting down on your hand. 

Small pants and soft moans were coming from Spencer’s lips and you were possibly more turned on than you’d ever been in your life. You would give anything to just hop in that shower with him, to have a front row seat to what he was doing to himself, maybe even help him out. 

You were caught up in your fantasy, lost in imagination of what it would be like to have Spencer fuck you up against those grimy shower tiles. So when a voice interrupted your sordid thoughts, you yelped in shock. 

“You can either join me in here or go back to bed. I don’t need an audience, princess.” Spencer’s tone was amused yet breathy and he didn’t stop stroking himself as he spoke. 

He’d known you were watching him since you walked into the bathroom, the thin curtain worked both ways he’d been able to see you peeping on him. It was the only reason he’d gotten hard in the first place and he’d decided to give you a bit of a show. But you had to pay the cover charge if you wanted the grand finale. 

You made a pathetic whimpering sound like a puppy being kicked in the ribs and then he heard you scurrying away and shutting the door firmly behind you. He smiled to himself, shaking his head and continuing his activity once he was alone. He hadn’t expected you to join him, although he certainly wouldn’t have been upset if you had. He was aware you were attracted to him, as he was to you, but he wasn’t going to push you. 

He stroked himself to completion and made sure to moan louder than was strictly necessary when he came, to ensure you heard him. He inspected his body after and once he was sure he had rinsed off all the blood, he shut the shower off and got out. 

He dried himself off, dressed in a clean pair of underwear and a clean shirt. He cleaned off the blade soaking in the sink before taking it and the firearms and leaving the room. Your bed was furthest from the bathroom and you laid on your side with your back to him. He knew you weren’t asleep as your breathing wasn’t deep enough, but he’d let you pretend that you were. 

He took the knife and the guns and tucked them inside the nightstand between his bed and the bathroom door. He collected up the clothes he’d deposited on the floor and put them and the blood stained t-shirt in the garbage bag. The rags he’d used to clean the inside of the Nissan after disposing of the body went inside the bag too. 

Turning back to you he had an overwhelming desire to crawl into the small single bed next to you, turn you on your back and pin you down to the mattress so hard he left bruises on your wrists, maybe even some between your legs. 

But he refrained. There would be plenty of time for that, and he was sure it would happen. But right now you were like a frightened deer, seconds away from retreating back into the woods at any given moment. He needed to bide his time, let you come to him. But he would have you, he was sure of it.

He crawled into his own bed and mirrored your position, laying on his side so he could watch the back of your head. You seemed to tense up, as though you could feel his eyes on you somehow. He smiled against the pillow, closing his eyes and still seeing you behind his lids.

“Good night my darling Rose.” He mumbled, but as expected, he didn’t receive a reply.

***

The following day you somehow spoke less than the one before. This time you wouldn’t even make eye contact with him unless he forced you to and when he did an adorable blush would spread to your cheeks. You clearly felt awkward about what you’d witnessed last night but Spencer didn’t. And he would use your embarrassment to his advantage.

Your silence made for an extremely long journey. It was almost five hundred miles between Logan and his next planned pit stop in Edwardsville, Illinois. It took just over eight hours to make the drive with the couple of stops for gas he’d had to make. 

He had no target in Illinois. He probably could have found one if he’d wanted to but he was keen to reach his final destination without going off route too much in search of victims and Edwardsville was just a quick detour off of the I-70, barely taking him away from the interstate. 

He’d chosen the Heartland B&B for the night, which was a huge step up from the rundown Chapmanville Inn last night and about triple the price. But his generosity went unnoticed by you. 

It was an old farmhouse style building, set back from the road and surrounded by woodlands. The room was cosy and most importantly, clean. However, there was only one bed. 

You had a scowl on your face as you sat down on the edge of the bed, looking up at Spencer in frustration. There was a couch on one wall but it was far too small for a person of his height to sleep on. 

“Do you think you’ll be able to keep your hands to yourself if we share a bed, Y/N?” He teased you but it only made you scowl grow.

“We will share this bed in your dreams.” You scoffed. 

“Oh we certainly will.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. 

“I mean it, I am not sharing a bed with you.” You folded your arms in defiance. 

“You expect me to sleep on that?” He nodded his head in the direction of the tiny couch.

“Or the floor. The bathtub. I don’t really care. But you aren’t sleeping here.” 

Spencer stepped closer to you, surprising you when he grabbed you roughly by the bicep and pulled you up to your feet. He was bearing his teeth at you like a wild animal.

“I think you’ve forgotten who has the power here, princess. You will sleep where I tell you to sleep. And if you keep sassing me, that will be in the car.” He spat at you, squeezing your arm so tightly he would surely leave a bruise. 

Suddenly he let you go, shoving you back to the bed and making you whine slightly. He turned his back on you, allowing you to see one of the weapons and the knife sheathed in the back of his pants as though giving you a warning. You watched him walk back over to the door and throw it open.

“Off on another vigilante mission?” You scoffed and he froze at your words in the open doorway. 

He exhaled noisily before slowly turning back to face you. He looked more annoyed than you’d ever seen him, as though your mere presence was a burden right now. 

“No,” he hissed. “I’m going to find somewhere to have a fucking drink.” 

He didn’t wait for you to reply before he stepped outside and slammed the door closed behind him.  You felt your cheeks burning with your anger and you let out a frustrated scream, slamming your fists against the mattress. 

You were growing sick of this. You’d let Spencer drag you halfway across the country only for him to treat you like a nuisance. You’d thought you were here to help, to be somewhat useful to him but instead you were to stay hauled up in hotel rooms while he went out and did whatever the fuck he wanted. 

No, not anymore. You weren’t going to let him treat you like this. If you were in this, you were in it together or you were leaving. You jumped up from the bed, marched to the door and threw it open before disappearing into the night. 

***

Luke had just put down Roxy’s food when his cell phone rang from the coffee table. He patted the dog on the head with a sigh as he prayed it wouldn’t be Garcia calling to say they had yet another case. 

The team was worn extremely thin after the loss of two members and the cases seemed never ending. It was the first evening he’d gotten to spend at home in such a long time and he pleaded that he wasn’t about to be called back to Quantico. 

The number flashing on his screen wasn’t one he recognised and he frowned as he picked up the device and answered it. 

“Hello?” He leant against the back of the couch. 

“Luke, it’s Y/N.” Your voice floated to his ears and he breathed a sigh of relief but it was only temporary. Your tone was a little frantic, quiet and if he wasn’t mistaken almost scared. 

“Is everything ok?” He quickly stood up straight as he started to panic. 

“Yeah. Yeah everything’s fine.” You tried to level your voice. 

“This isn’t the number you usually call from.” He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand to attention, something didn’t sit right with him.

“I went for a walk and left my cell phone at my parent’s.” 

“Y/N,” He swallowed. “You would tell me if something is wrong right? You know you can tell me anything.” 

“Nothing’s wrong.” You tried to insist. “I just wanted to hear your voice.”

“You’re sure? Because I’m really starting get concerned that-”

“I said I’m fine. Jeez, Alvez, paranoid much?” You chuckled but it didn’t sound like your usual laugh. 

“You’re sure? I mean it Y/N you can tell me if…” He trailed off when he heard a beeping in his ear. He pulled the device away from his face and saw the incoming call from Garcia. He groaned as he put it back to his ear. “Sorry, Y/N it’s Garcia. I’ve gotta go.” 

“Oh, ok.” You squeaked. “Sure, I’ll call you soon, yeah?”

“I hope you do.” He swallowed again. “Y/N promise me you’re ok. Promise me that…Y/N? Hello?” He frowned and pinched the bridge of his nose when he realised the line had gone dead. 

You quickly replaced the pay phone in its cradle and rolled your eyes at your stupidity. You were not in the right frame of mind to be calling Luke, of course he would see through your thinly veiled attempts to pretend you were ok. You just hoped he didn’t think much of it, hopefully the case Garcia was calling him about would take his mind off of you. 

You leant back against the glass booth and ran your fingers through your hair. You’d gone storming out of the hotel so quickly you hadn’t stopped to think that you didn’t have a key. You could go back and wait for Spencer in the lobby but who knew how long he would be out for. He’d said he was going for a drink, how many bars could there be in a tiny town like Edwardsville? 

As is by some stroke of luck, you noticed a flyer tacked to the inside of the phone booth and stepped closer to it. It was crudely made, no real effort gone into it. You recognised it from the bulletin board in the lobby of the Heartland and could only assume they were posted all over town. It was a flyer for a bar proclaiming two for one shots on Tuesday nights. 

Tonight was Tuesday night. And if you were Spencer, this was the place you would go. 

You grabbed the flyer, pulling it down off of the glass and taking it with you as you marched across the street in the hopes of finding a cab in this backwoods town. 

***

The Corner Tavern, conveniently located at the corner of Main and Union streets, was somehow exactly how Spencer imagined it to look. It looked like it had been plucked right out of an old western, with its hanging sign proclaiming its name and saloon style doors. But inside was a completely different story. 

They’d clearly kept the facade for its charm but inside it had been renovated to reflect a much more modern setting. Loud music played from tinny speakers and the lights were almost too bright for his liking. Most surfaces were a garish silver and combined with the lighting hurt his eyes a little. 

But it offered two for one on shots and after walking for almost three miles from the hotel, he was in desperate need of a drink. Or five. 

He ordered two shots of Bourbon and necked them in quick succession before ordering another two as well as a glass of scotch. Double. Once again he quickly took the shots before meandering around to find a table. 

He’d locked one of the guns and his hunting knife up in the glovebox of the Nissan, not wanting to be seen as a threat to the locals. But he still kept the little Colt tucked inside his boot, he wasn’t a complete idiot. 

He had been sitting down for approximately two minutes before he had company in the form of a curvaceous blonde who was almost half his age. She was likely tipsy, certainly flirting. That was confirmed when she bypassed the other chairs at the table in lieu of sitting directly on Spencer’s lap. He couldn’t tell if she’d missed the wedding band on his finger or simply didn’t care. 

He’d be lying if he said didn’t find her attractive and that he didn’t appreciate her attention. Maybe a fling with a beautiful young girl he would never see again was just what he needed. It had been a frightfully long time since he’d been intimate with someone. 

She placed her hands on his shoulders, grinding herself a little in his lap as she did so. She moved close to his ear and he felt her hot breath on the side of his face.

“I’m Sarah.” Her lips brushed against his ear lobe. 

“Andrew.” He replied, thinking it easier and wiser to use his alias.

“You’ve got a hot professor thing going on, Andrew.” She giggled and the sound was akin to nails on a chalkboard to Spencer but he ignored it. 

“Not the first time I’ve heard that.” He let one arm snake around her waist, holding her place. 

His other ventured upwards, cupping her cheek while his fingers threaded into her hair. He used his grip on her to pull her head back from his ear. Her eyes were glossed over from alcohol consumption and her lips were pouting at him, desperately inviting. 

He really couldn’t be blamed when he tugged her closed and slammed his lips against hers. She certainly didn’t seem to mind as she was quick to let him plunge his tongue in her mouth. 

He gripped her face as he kissed her and she in turn wrapped her arms around his neck. She adjusted herself in his lap until she was straddling him and the way in which she rocked against him had him growing hard in no time. 

She moaned shamelessly against his lips, would probably have even let him fuck her right there in the middle of the bar for anyone to watch. Her desperation turned him on and disgusted him in equal measure. But it didn’t stop him deepening the kiss and grinding upwards to meet her. 

Maybe they could go somewhere with a little more privacy, the alley down the side of the tavern could work. He could so easily get her on her knees for him, he was sure he could get this hopeless girl to do just about anything for him. 

His free hand glided under her shirt and across the planes of her back. He wondered how many other men this pathetic creature had let take advantage of her. Were older men always her type? He would be willing to bet she had daddy issues that he would be more than happy to exploit. Only he didn’t get that chance. 

Suddenly Spencer found himself being forcibly pulled away from Sarah by his hair, a hand threading into his locks and roughly tugging him by the roots. He sat back with a frown while Sarah’s arms fell to her sides, expecting to see an angry boyfriend or something standing over them, he was already concocting a way out of this in his head. But what he saw instead was somehow worse. 

Your eyebrows were furrowed deeply in anger as you glared at him, your lips pulled into a tight line of frustration. But it was your eyes that contradicted the rest of your expression, your large, sad eyes that were filled with tears as you looked at him with this woman straddling his lap. 

Sarah wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked at you in annoyance at your interruption. Spencer barely paid her any notice, all he could look at was you and how it looked as though your heart was breaking.

“What the hell, lady? We were kind of in the middle of something here.” She got up from Spencer’s lap and approached you, folding her arms across her ample chest. 

“So I saw.” You squared your shoulders. “I hate to break this to you, but I’m his wife.” 

You proffered your hand towards the blonde, showing off the worn gold band on your ring finger. Spencer couldn’t help the smirk that jumped to his lips as you played the part of scorned wife so perfectly. 

Sarah frowned, looking between the ring and Spencer who was still sitting dumbly in the chair. He shrugged at Sarah, not at all looking sympathetic. 

“In my defence,” He pushed himself up, sidling between you and Sarah. “You didn’t ask.” 

“Go to hell, jackass!” Sarah suddenly slapped him hard around the face, with a force that caused Spencer to stumble on his feet. 

He groaned at the impact, cupping his cheek in his hand. He knew he couldn’t argue with Sarah, not without admitting your marriage was part of a fabricated identity anyway, so he let her storm away. 

“See, I would deserve that if we were actually married.” He joked, turning to where you stood.

He felt the exact moment his heart shattered in his chest. Taking in the tears now silently rolling down your cheeks and your quivering bottom lip he felt the pain he’d caused you by kissing that stranger tenfold in his own heart. You looked utterly forlorn as you stared at him with the most broken look in your eyes he’d ever seen.

“Y/N…” He whispered, stepping closer to you. “I’m sorry, ok? I didn’t realise that you…that we…” 

He trailed off as he saw you raising your arm. Seconds later another blow landed on the same cheek, this time even harder and he yelped in pain. You worked out a lot, you boxed in your spare time. That wasn’t fair at all. 

“I second what she said,” you spat as angrily as you could muster given your tears. “Go to hell, jackass.” 

Spencer went to speak but you were already turning on your heels and fleeing the bar. He wanted to call after you but he’d already garnered a lot of attention from other patrons who were now all staring at the jackass who had seemingly cheated on his wife. 

You stormed away, your tears burning your cheeks as they fell and tried to brush them away to clear your vision as you shoved your way out of the bar and onto the dark street in the middle of a town you didn’t know. 

You’d been stabbed in the back by someone you had once called your best friend. You’d been used, betrayed by the man who had given you his ring, albeit a fake one. Your mother didn’t raise a fool, so why were you letting Spencer use you as though she had? 

I'm wearing rose-tinted shades but,

All I see is shades of my imagination covered in red.

A crooked smile and some fake love,

Put me in these handcuffs.

Threw away the keys 'cause I was a threat.

Well, first you try to tell me that we're family,

Then you try to tell me that it's for the best.

You promise that you'll be there if I need you,

But I don't need your handout, you can take it back.

I won't be used,

My mama didn't raise no fool.

Won't let you leave me hanging,

So cut me loose.

My mama didn't raise no fool,

Won't let you leave me hanging, no more.

Oh-oh, oh-oh, ooh-oh, oh,

Won't let you leave me hanging, no more.

Oh-oh, oh-oh, ooh-oh, oh,

Won't let you leave me hanging, no more.

Mm, I got a pain in my backbone,

Where'd you get that knife from?

Why the hell is it so covered in red?

I let you walk into my home,

Let you make it your own.

You tried to tear it down and,

Leave me for dead.

Well, first you try to tell me that we're family,

Then you try to tell me that it's for the best.

You promise that you'll be there if I need you,

But I don't need your handout, you can take it back.

I won't be used (no, no),

My mama didn't raise no fool.

Won't let you leave me hanging,

So cut me loose.

My mama didn't raise no fool,

Won't let you leave me hanging, no more.

Oh-oh, oh-oh, ooh-oh, oh,

Won't let you leave me hanging, no more.

Oh-oh, oh-oh, ooh-oh, oh,

Won't let you leave me hanging, no more.

Ladies and gentlemen,

If you're sick of being disrespected,

Let me hear you sing it, go.

I don't wanna feel,

Like my money that you're spending.

No, I don't wanna feel,

Like I'm losing 'cause you're winning, baby.

I don't wanna feel,

Like my money that you're spending.

No, I don't wanna feel,

Like I'm losing 'cause you're winning.

And I won't be used,

My mama didn't raise no fool.

Won't let you leave me hanging,

So cut me loose.

My mama didn't raise no fool,

Won't let you leave me hanging.

I won't be used,

My mama didn't raise no fool.

Won't let you leave me hanging,

So cut me loose.

My mama didn't raise no fool,

Won't let you leave me hanging, no more.

Oh-oh, oh-oh, ooh-oh, oh (whoa),

Won't let you leave me hanging, no more.

Oh-oh, oh-oh, ooh-oh, oh (no more, no more),

Won't let you leave me hanging.

Won't let you leave me hanging.

Won't let you leave me hanging.

@andiebeaword @muffin-cup @takeyourleap-of-faith @ssa-uglywhore27 @bubblebuttwade @jay-2s-world

[anxiouspotatorants]

HOLD UP!!! You immediately had me at the "Twilight AU but Rory is the vampire" here 👀👀👀👀. Color me intrigued AND inspired.

Ok so first off, the 'reveal' conversation. The COMEDY potential!! Just Jess being overall nervous but also pretty curious to know about what Rory as a vampire is like, whereas Rory is trying pretty hard to make him be more afraid and to hopefully get him to run away screaming so she can have some reason to tackle him, but this guy just isn't budging!

The shiny skin reveal! Like first off, THIS CAN'T BE THE SAME WITH EDWARD BECAUSE RORY'S NOT PLANNING ON STRIPPING IN FRONT OF JESS HERE (no matter how much she might like him despite her better judgement). Imagine the complete lack of suspense when she just uncovers her arm and shows Jess how it sparkles into the sunlight.

Rory: This is the skin of a killer, Jess!!

Jess: Wow, didn't know murderers had a continuous discount at Claire's for silvery glitter.

Rory: 😒

JESS WITH THE ICONIC GOOGLE SEARCH. THE DREAMS ABOUT RORY COMING IN WITH THE FULL DRACULA GETUP, MENACINGLY LEANING IN TO BITE HIM AS HE TAKES HIS "Paint me like one of your french girls" pose. Jess waking up from it not knowing whether he's scared or has just figured out a new kink for himself.

Jess dodging all of Rory's attempts to get him to stop wanting to see her by just coming in and asking her all of these questions while they're in the middle of the recess crowd in school. Rory giving up after the fourth attempt and answering all of his questions in a hushed tone.

Jess: So you can read people's minds?

Rory: Yes, except for yours. I still haven't figured out why though.

Jess: Huh, maybe Liz's all-round smoking diet during her pregnancy had its benefits after all.

Rory: Jess!!

I'm not sure whether I'd want Rory to be an older vampire like Edward or a more newly-made one, and in this case Lorelai is potentially still human but knows about Rory's condition despite Rory trying to keep her in the dark about it when she first turned. They still haven't found a way to break it to Richard and Emily though, despite their various brainstorming sessions over it.

Lorelai: We could get them drunk and just announce it to them!

Rory: Wonderful, and they'll accept their formerly estranged granddaughter as an undead creature.

Lorelai: Hey, you only asked how we should tell them, you never asked about how they'd handle it.

Jess just straight-up asking if she would eat the bullies in the high-school. Rory vehemently replying that no, she doesn't eat people, she just drinks the blood, but if he must know,......yes she drank from Chuck Presby once because she was angry and hungry and his blood almost tasted like Gatorade, so she's refrained from trying out the other bullies' blood. No, Chuck doesn't know what happened, he just thinks some girl went a bit too far with her hickey.

Jess and Rory talking to each other late at night and organizing a "studying" session where they just end up watching various B-movies, and sometimes Jess ends up falling asleep on the other side of the couch while Rory looks on at him and look, she's not being creepy here, she's just sitting on her side admiring this insane boy who still hasn't woken up one morning and decided that being friends with a vampire girl isn't in fact one of the smartest choices he could make in his life, and she can't help but like him because of that, ok? Also she really needs to hear more of his thoughts on some of the other American classics, it's imperative.

Rory ending up protecting Jess from an ongoing car that almost hits him instead of the whole "other vampire craves his blood" storyline but Jess ends up spraining his arm when he fell to the ground and Rory just feels guilty that she couldn't have saved him in a better way and tries to avoid him after that. Unfortunately she can't because this dumbass is walking along her trail in the nearby woods with his arm in a sling and goddamn it Jess, you're scaring away the deer!!

Yes. A thousand times yes. To all of this. The comedy. The pining. The Google search idea and elder Gilmore announcement. Yes to it all. But may I raise you some alternatives/more ideas:

In the books the sparkling looks more like the vampires are on fire. So when Rory reveals some skin in the sunlight, Jess is like «Shit, stop doing that do you have a death wish?!» and Rory just gives him a shit eating grin and waves her arm in and out of the sunlight. Also what if she doesn’t strip but takes of her sweater to reveal a t-shirt and Jess has a momentary heart attack thinking a vampire was about to flash him? All this being said the Claire’s silvery glitter scene is too good to replace ;-;

There just has to be a point while they’re close friends that Rory tries to impress/scare Jess by pulling him over her shoulders and carrying him while she speed runs. But when she tries to say something badass or seductive she has a brain fart and the only thing that comes out is: «Hold on tight... spidermonkey.» Jess doesn’t get to react before she runs, and when she’s finished the first thing he does is puke (apparently it’s hard to get used to that running according to SMeyer). Rory: «Oh no I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have done it, it was stupid and now you’re hurt and-»

Jess: «Spidermonkey???»

Rory: «oh, you’re fine.»

Jess: «SPIDERMONKEY????»

Rory: «I’ll just leave you here for the bears,» and walks away.

I’m not sure what her vampire origin story should be. It could be all the Gilmores are vampires and they bite each other at a certain age after procreating (and the eldest Lorelai decided to be an asshole and bite Rory early) or it could just be Rory like you said. In that case maybe Christopher became one and bit Rory because he wants her and Lorelai and him to be one big happy family of the night? But Lorelai refused and Rory protected her? Or maybe it was a stranger who passed by Stars Hollow?

Jess questions Rory’s humanity not after being saved by a car crash (pre friendship that is, I still think your idea should come in afterwards) but because he consistently skips school and on a sunny day («How can I lock myself in a stuffy dusty dark room on a day like this, uncle Luke?») he comes upon Rory hunting and eating a dear. That and/or she saves him from the swan. And because it’s Rory and she’s a clumsy new-born she saves him by speeding over and suckerpunching the swan so hard it does an action movie sweep miles into the forest.

Rory’s cover for sunny days in Stars Hollow is that she’s staying at Chilton longer for an assignment, or in the case of her still going to ST High it’s visiting their library for resources. Because she hates missing school, that cover is usually true, and she just refuses to go into any spot with sunlight:

Rory: «I have this skin condition, I have sun allergy»

Madeleine or Louise: «That’s not a thing is it»

Paris: «It is [starts infodumping]»

She usually locks herself in the darkest corner of the library and speeding away in a flash at closing time before anyone can spot her.

Rory has lost count of the amount of times Jess has dared her to drink from him. She refuses because she’s scared if hurting a friend:«What if I taste your blood and it’s so good I can’t stop? Like it tastes like heroin or ecstasy or coffee?» Jess usually counters with either «If you could resist Chuck Presby you can resist me» or «What makes you think I’d taste so good, huh?» Rory always ends up thinking she would have a blush right now if she was still human.

Jess wants to be a vampire too because hey what else does he have a chance at doing in life? But Rory refuses because she sees the potential in him and what he can be, and doesn’t want to take his chance at a good and normal life away from him. But at some point they get into a dangerous situation where Jess’ only options are death or vampyrism and Rory finally gives in. Also this is our AU and we get to decide which Twilight vampire-rules apply and in this AU vampires age mentally (it’s a bullshit excuse SMeyer and you know it).

This one depends on the origin but hey it’s an idea: While Rory was still a new new-born, her and Lorelai locked themselves up in the crap shack for a full week watching all the vampire movies they could in search of information that could help them. Rory decided to do empirical experiments too, and had garlic food, got a cross close to her, wore silver and stabbed her arm a wooden stake. The garlic food (like all food now sadly) tasted crap but didn’t kill her, nor did any of the rest. The wooden stake hurt but it healed fast.

Rory gets both Lorelai and Jess to order insane amounts of food just to watch them eat it because she misses the taste and needs to live vicariously through their tastebuds. In the AU where both Gilmore girls are vampires, they order so much food because they have no idea what the normal amount is (chaotic vampire Gilmores for the win).

Also I did not realize how well Bella and Edward’s powers fit Rory and Jess? Like of course Rory would be a mind reader and of course Jess’ thing would be an all-encompassing shield. Sometime when he’s still human and «bugging» Rory she poses the theory that maybe his head is just empty and doesn’t have any interesting ideas. Jess pretends to be hurt (okay he’s a little hurt but he’d never tell her that) and Rory immediately falls into apologetic mode.

Rory wants to go to prom because it’s a human teenage activity she refuses to miss before starts figuring out what to make out of her vampire life. Jess isn’t hyped for it but promises to get tickets. They end up both going as vampires because that altercation happens a week or so before. Jess struggles with not eating everyone in sight but he sticks close to Rory and they leave without a single drop of blood on their hands.

Also Luke as Charlie! Paying attention to the beat attacks and being the only one who noticed that Rory doesn’t actually eat the food on her plate anymore (her mom eats her own plate then switches it with Rory’s) and when Rory and Jess reveal the secret he momentarily closes down and has to take a fishing trip to process everything. But he comes back a ride or die wanting to protect the poor kids.

I also feel like there should be multiple moments where one is insanely attracted to the other and questions this attraction strongly. Like Rory crushing on Jess and wondering if it’s bloodthirst or just the last remains of her human teenage hormones. And Jess being full on into Rory while still acknowledging the fact that it could be some vampire seduction powers, but what the hell does he care? There’s a cute undead bookworm right there and if he has to go he doesn’t mind dying to be a pretty girl’s lunch meal.

[carnationcreation]

Can you write a Reggie x reader fic where reader was a part of the band in the 1995 and didn't die with the guys but then by some unfortunate accident, like a car accident or a drunk driver, dies a few months later and has been a ghost for 25 years and know modern slang and stuff? If Caleb could know her but not own her soul because she's superstitious and he reminds her of the fae that would be awesome! Sorry for the long ask and if you don't have the time to write it it's fine.

TITLE: Back for you (JATP Reggie x reader)

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Prompt/summary:  Reader dies after the boys and finds them in 2020 after years of being on her own.

Word Count: 1,595

Authors note: I’ve done car accidents in like 3 of my other fics so I decided to spice it up a little bit. Sorry if this isn’t exactly what you wanted, you can always ask if I an rewrite it!

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I wish I could’ve done something to stop them that night. 

My life was cut so short, all because of a stupid hotdog. All I wanted in life was to belong somewhere and I finally had that with the band. They had dragged me out to that street dog stand before our biggest show at the Orpheum. Fortunately (but unfortunately) I only had time to take a bite or two of my food before I remembered Bobby and I had to unload the rest of the merch before call time.

I barely made it to the door.

I spent 6 days in the hospital, but the boys died that night. When I saw my body laying on the hospital bed with my family surrounding me I broke down. I still wonder why this happened.

I spent months wandering around LA, doing small jobs for other ghosts in exchange for food I could actually eat. I stole books and snuck into movies to pass my time while I waited to see if I would crossover to... anywhere. Isn’t that’s what ghosts do?

I had so many questions other than that. Why am I still here? Where were the boys? Were they together? If they were, why wasn’t I with them?

Some of those were answered when Caleb found me outside the Orpheum.

“If you shake my hand, I can help you. You can perform at my club for thousands of legends. You’ll get the best foods, equipment, clothes. All that if you just come with me.” 

The offer was tempting. I had always wanted to be known as an artist but something didn’t sit right with me. Maybe it was the look on his eye, or the fact I ran into a ghost boy earlier that week with the same symbol on his wrist, regardless I turned it down. Claiming I wanted to explore the world a little more before I settle down. And with that I left.

For the next 20 years I wandered around the US. Poofing only could take me so far, and I could only do it to places I’m familiar with. Eventually with time and power I had gained from being in this realm I managed to open up a shop. Only ghosts could see it of course but everyone was welcome to come and spend time there with me. I gathered books from all over and let people trade them out on the various shelves that spread throughout the room.

The entryway was located in the same alleyway the backstage door to the Orpheum was. Some might say it’s morbid to live right near the spot you died but I say it’s only closure. Closure to the short life I got to live.

The only thing I ask from my patrons is a drink or a song. Once that’s paid they’re allowed to stay as long as they’d like and are free to come and go as they please as long as they make that payment every time they come back.

It made the time a lot less lonely, I spent so much time searching for where the boys could’ve possibly ended up that I forgot I needed to focus on myself for a while. 

Willie came by every once in a while, mostly to stop in for a drink and listen to some music.

“The weirdest thing happened the other day (Y/n),” he sat down at the bar as I wiped down my equipment, “I ran into a boy that’s been in the black room for 25 years!”

I had heard of the infamous black room where some souls went until it was their time to come here to our realm, “25? That’s crazy.”

“I know! And he said he and his friends died eating hotdogs,” Willie laughed and my hands froze.

“What?”

“Yeah I know it’s crazy.”

I took a deep breath, “Willie, what’d you say his name was?”

“Uh... Alex,” he said, the look on his face expressed concern, “Did you know him?”

“Willie, I need to know where you saw him.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I searched all over our old neighborhoods, the school, even our old spots where we would busk or get gigs to play. I turned up empty handed, no sign of the boys anywhere and I was starting to get worried. 

What if Caleb got to them?

No, I can’t think like that. They may not be the smartest group of boys I’ve ever met but they do have some common sense. Or, at least I hope they still did.

It felt like the band happened so long ago, but if they’ve been in the black room for all this time then they probably don’t realize how much time had passed.

Finally I went to the last place I hadn’t checked, Caleb’s club.

I changed my outfit into an elegant dress with a cloak on top. May seem strange now but in Caleb’s place it wouldn’t look anymore out of place than a flapper from the 20′s. I tried my best not to look suspicious considering I wasn’t even a member to Caleb’s cult and was technically direct competition to his business he had going on. I learned quickly from Willie that if he didn’t find any use for you he would exchange your soul for more power. I wasn’t about to let that happen to my boys.

It wasn’t long until I found them stuffing their faces with food at the center table. He must be trying to convince them to join him.

“Guys,” I said, I pulled my cloak down to reveal myself, “It’s time to go.”

“(Y/n)?” they said confused.

“No time to explain. Outside. Now.”

I pulled Luke and Reggie by their collars away from the food as Alex followed close behind. Luckily I got them out before anyone noticed.

“What’s going on? Where have you been all this time?” Reggie asked.

I sighed, “I’ve been here. Traveling and making a place for people like us to go to instead of Caleb’s club.”

“What’s wrong with Caleb’s club?” Luke said.

“Once you join you can’t leave,” I said, “Caleb owns all those poor peoples souls. Once he’s done with them then he exchanges them for power.”

The boys eyes went wide as they looked down at their wrists.

“Oh god, he marked you didn’t he?”

They all nodded and held out their wrists showing the glowing purple tattoo.

“I’ll find a way to reverse it I promise. I just need some time.”

Luke finally saw the time, “Crap, we’re late for Julie’s dance.”

The boys Alex and Luke poofed away but Reggie turned to me, “It’s so good to see you again, I missed you.”

“Who’s Julie?” I asked.

“Our new band members.”

I frowned and swallowed hard.

Reggie laughed before leaning forward to place a kiss on my cheek, “Don’t worry, she could never replace you.”

I smiled and felt my heart hammer in my chest.

“Come find us later. The old garage we used to practice in.”

“I gotta get back to my place. I got customers to serve.”

“Where is it?” he asked.

I smiled, “The alleyway behind the Orpheum. I don’t think Julie can come in cause she’s a lifer but you guys can’t miss it.”

“Awesome,” he smiled, “We’ll be back for you okay?”

“Okay. Now go play at that dance,” I grinned as he placed another kiss on my cheek and turned to poof away with the boys.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I went back to the garage to wait. I enjoyed how much it had changed over the years as I walked around. Eventually I sat down at the piano and began to play some of the sheet music that was still there, Julie must’ve left it.

“You still got it.”

“AHHH!” I startled and almost fell off the bench.

“Woah woah, sorry,” Reggie chuckled, “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Well you did Reginald.”

He rolled his eyes, “Let’s go.”

“Where?”

“You’re place. I wanna see it,” he said, holding out his hand to me.

I smiled and took it before poofing out of the room and into my cafe.

“(Y/n)!” I heard some of my regulars cheer. I waved before walking behind the bar to refill drinks for people. Reggie turned in a circle to admire all of the old art and instruments I had hung up everywhere.

“So anyone can come and go?”

I giggled, “If they’re dead then yeah. Haven’t had any lifers wander in yet.”

He smiled and took a seat, “How long did it take to make all of this?”

“Considering how draining it was and how much magic I had to use, probably about 4 or 5 years.”

He sighed, “And I wasn’t here for any of it.”

“That’s not your fault,” I said as I placed my hand on top of his.

“This doesn’t make any sense. Why did I go there while you’ve been here all this time?” he asked.

“None of this makes any sense Reggie. Maybe it’s because you guys died together and I died afterwards or something. Regardless you’re here now. I’m just so glad I found you guys. Maybe once we find a way to release you guys from Caleb, you guys can help me run this place. I need to solid gigs to play on weekdays.”

He smiled before lifting my hand to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss to my knuckles making my face grow hot.

“Of course, I always told you you couldn’t get rid of me.”

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[buckleyydiaz]

conflicted looks good on me pt. 2/3

link to part 1 here length: 1.6k

ship: ralvez

summary: spencer tries to talk things out, which helps him more than expected

“Spence, I was wondering, do you see us coming out soon?”

The question took Spencer by surprise. He and Luke had been relaxing together on the couch after a wonderful date, lazily chatting about trivial little things. A question of such magnitude was in stark contrast to the rest of their evening, so it was unsurprising that he was taken aback by it. However, realising that his jaw had likely dropped, Spencer hurriedly tried to mask what he was feeling. Any further reaction could wait until he knew what Luke’s thoughts on the matter were.

“Do you want to?” Spencer asked, attempting to understand if they were on the same page or completely different ones to help make the situation easier on them both.

When Luke smiled and nodded happily, Spencer couldn’t help but feel overwhelmingly guilty, knowing he was about to wipe that beautiful grin off of his face. It was far from surprising that Luke felt that way, he was after all, a loud, affectionate and loving person.

Spencer on the other hand, preferred to keep his relationships quiet - for a multitude of reasons. There was a certain niceness to the status quo - not risking any change in the relationship or its dynamics - something risked by coming out. Although he was aware it was irrational as well, he couldn’t help but think that the team would see him differently - being out in theory is one thing, but to be out and dating another man, that was a whole different one.

As always, there were also the insecurities in the back of his mind, ever present, never letting him be. They told Spencer that this was only ever going to end up humiliated as a result of this, that once their friends, family, knew, Luke would break up with him for one of many viable reasons, and he would be left, embarrassed, having expressed his love only to have it be unreturned, at least not returned to the same intensity.

He couldn’t do that, couldn’t go through the process of telling people that no, they weren’t together anymore, and yes, they broke up - not when Spencer would know that it was his fault that something he was so committed to, something he relied on, had come crumbling down.

“I take it you don’t?”

Spencer watched as the light that had previously been present in Luke’s eyes faded, replaced by a glossiness that he tried to pretend wasn’t unspilled tears that he was responsible for. He didn’t say anything, knowing Luke would hate it, because he was trying to hide it, surely in an attempt to avoid making Spencer feel guilty - all to no avail, of course, because he already felt guilty, aware that he was letting his love down.

Seeing that look on Luke’s face was painful - Luke was such a bright, happy person. It was horrible to see him attempting to keep a straight face when he was so clearly upset - and knowing that he was responsible for that look was the final straw for him, and he could no longer even pretend to keep some semblance of a straight face.

“I’m sorry, Luke, I-”

Spencer tried his best to get the words out, to apologise, for not wanting what Luke did, for upsetting him, disappointing him, but his words were muffled by Luke pulling Spencer into his arms. Spencer rested his head in the crook of Luke’s neck as he sniffled slightly, trying to pretend that he wasn’t essentially crying, overwhelmed by all that had happened, all that he was feeling.

He cuddled into Luke regardless, glad for the comfort despite the overall melancholy air to what had otherwise been an amazing day. It was their own little private moment away from their troubles, that was popped by the buzz of Spencer’s cell phone.

As he picked up the phone, he pulled away disappointedly, not wanting to leave Luke.

“It’s Derek, he’s asking me to head over since we haven’t caught up in a while.”

Spencer was going to offer to decline, but Luke beat him to it, surely knowing that, and not wanting him to lose time with his best friend, which was already very minimal between both of their busy lives. 

“Go, have fun! This can wait.”

The badly faked smile on Luke’s face as he said that broke Spencer’s heart, but he didn’t think that he was capable of putting up a fight in his state of mind. As such, he got up and got ready to head out, not bothering to change out of the tracksuit pants and jumper (that was technically Luke’s) that he was wearing.

Maybe Derek would be able to help with some of his issues and reservations - he could tell Derek about their relationship, surely, and maybe that would be a step in the right direction, a step towards making Luke happy that was desperately needed after the debacle that had just occurred.

“Bye Cariño,” Luke called out to him as Spencer got into his old, dusty car and drove off.

The time in the car gave him far too long to spend in his own mind, despite being a very short journey. The guilt of putting such a sad look on Luke’s face, reducing him nearly to tears, was gnawing at him. Spencer hated knowing that he was responsible for that, all because of his own cowardice.

He tried his best to keep his eyes clear of tears and trained on the road, trying to focus all of his brain power on driving, although for him, it was hardly enough to distract him from the war being waged in his mind.

In many regards, Spencer did want to come out - and not just for Luke, but for himself. He wanted to be able to share their relationship with their family, to not have to hide away if one of them needed comfort, to be able to have public dates without driving far enough away that they wouldn’t be seen, but at the same time, his insecurities were stronger than his strengths.

Thankfully, it wasn’t long until he was outside Derek’s house. Spencer missed Derek a lot, and while he was really happy for him, for having a family, for having found happiness, he still missed being able to go to work and see him almost every day. He was a bit upset that Derek had invited him while Luke and Spencer were dealing with the whole coming out matter, but between both of their schedules, he didn’t know when they would next get the chance to hang out.

“Hey Pretty Boy!” Derek said as Spencer wandered in. It looked as though he had been about to ask how he was, before taking a look at Spencer and realising that something was definitely up. His eyebrows furrowed as Spencer got closer and it became even more apparent that things weren’t right. “You okay? What happened?’

They headed over to the living room, which was empty, with Hank and Savannah out with one of her friends. As they walked, Spencer tried to prepare what he could say to explain everything.

“Derek, you know the agent who took your spot? Luke Alvez?” When Spencer received confirmation, he continued on, trying his best to maintain his trust that Derek would never judge him, even though there was nothing really to judge him on. “We’re dating.”

Spencer watched Derek’s face light up with excitement for him.

“Spence, that’s great! He seems like a great guy, and I hope he is treating you well.” Derek then seemed to remember his sadness, his expression a mix of concern and anger. “Is he treating you alright? Is everything okay?”

Realising what Derek was concerned about, he was quick to dismiss that, reassuring Derek that Luke was nothing but a kind, perfect gentleman.

“It’s just… He wants to come out, um, to the team, but I’m scared, Der. I want to be open about our relationship, but if we are, then they all just once again get to watch as another of my few and far between relationships fails.”

Spencer had to take a moment to collect himself - he didn’t need to work himself up to the verge of crying yet again.

“I don’t want that to happen - I don’t want this to fail, let alone have spectators to it all - but I can’t just say no to him either. Not because I am scared of him or what his reaction would be, in fact, it's the opposite. Luke would do anything for me, for anyone he loves, even to his own disadvantage, even if it was tearing him apart - like this undoubtedly will.”

It was hard for Spencer to believe how lucky he had gotten with Luke, who was just so incredible, which is why, just saying it aloud, even without hearing from Derek, he knew what he would have to do.

As such, he cut Derek off before he could properly get into what he was going to say.

“I’m going to do it,” Spencer said, with as much conviction as he could muster. “Thank you for listening to me, Der. You’re the best.”

“Kid, you know I’m always here for you - even if you aren’t even going to listen to what I have to say.”

Derek chuckled, and Spencer did too - years ago, he would likely have apologised, thought Derek was criticising and laughing at him, but he knew better now.

“Do you have time to watch something and maybe have a beer or two before you go?”

Spencer scrunched up his nose at the suggestion of beer. It was something he had never acquired a taste for. He smiled though, and nodded. It would be a nice way to calm himself down before he went home to talk with Luke, to face his fears.

“Okay,” he agreed, “but you better have something to drink other than beer.”

[blackbutterfliescal]

Growing Up

A Malum One Shot

Pairing: Michael Clifford x Calum Hood

Word count: 1.7K

Rating: Some really soppy fluff

Requested by: Anon 😇 I hope you like it, lovely!

Content: established relationship, nostalgia, small cute awkward boyfriends, just some ridiculously sweet fluff

A/N: This is my first time writing slash and I’m excited about it! This idea was just so very Malum to me. This is part of my “5SOS as The Maine” prompts based on Growing Up.

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Knowing that Calum was going to be home any minute had Michael’s stomach in knots. The nagging anxiety in the back of his head had nearly gotten the best of him earlier in the day and he thought about calling the whole thing off. But he’d spent too long working up the nerve to chicken out now.

It had been weeks since Michael called the little Indian place around the corner to plan everything and now it was suddenly real. They had been returning to their first date spot at least once a month for years and they’d become close with the family that owned the tiny little restaurant. They could always manage to get the most secluded table in the back corner, wanting to spend their time focused on each other rather than people watching in the front windows. But tonight wasn’t like every other dinner they had there. And Michael wanted it to be perfect. He needed it to be perfect. That’s what Calum deserved.

He kept pacing about through the cramped living room with anticipation. In an attempt to ease his nerves, Michael walked to the bedroom in the quiet loft he shared with his boyfriend and stood in the full length mirror, smoothing out his shirt for the fifteenth time. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths trying to calm down, but he couldn’t help how jittery he felt. He knew that there was no reason to be so on edge. But he just couldn’t stop his hands from fidgeting.

With one last exhale, his eyes fluttered open and he glanced around the room, hoping to find something to ground him. If Calum came home to find him this antsy, he would immediately know that Michael was planning something. Michael’s eyes landed on the picture board on the wall beside the bed. A sweet, nostalgic smile spread across his lips as he moved around the foot of the bed. His fingertips floated over the messy collage of concert tickets and boarding passes and saved love notes before he landed on the pictures Luke had given them when they moved in here. The curly blonde was always sneaking pictures whenever he thought no one was looking and now he was getting paid to put his well-honed photography skills to good use. Michael couldn’t be more proud as he reminisced on his love story with Calum, spread out on the picture board before him.

The first picture his eyes landed on was of the fire pit in his parents’ backyard. Calum had convinced the boys to go to the senior formal as a group that day, promising they’d have a good time together. None of them had given it much thought amongst all the other senior week activities and they had run out of time to find proper dates. In the scramble to find suits that afternoon, not a single one of them managed to find something that fit, but they couldn’t have cared less. They danced to nearly every song, jumping around to the up-tempo pop songs and paying no mind to the judgemental stares as all four of them swayed to ballads together. When the boys didn’t want the fun to end that night, they wound up at Michael’s house getting drunk on the cheapest beer they could pick up on the way with their fake IDs. Ashton had tried to build a pyramid out of all the empty cans, which Calum accidentally knocked over. The photograph Luke had stealthily taken showed all three boys lounging around the fire in Michael’s overly baggy sweats. Michael remembered the panic he felt in his chest when he saw his clothes hanging off Calum’s small frame. He recalled that at some point he’d brought out his acoustic guitar to show off what he’d been practicing in his lessons but the boys all teased him because the only song he could remember was Wonderwall. The four of them got more drunk than they’d ever been and stayed up until the first rays of light began to creep across the sky, talking about everything and anything. Like many other nights before, when they finally decided to get some sleep, Luke and Ashton crashed in the living room while Calum crawled into bed beside Michael. Something was different about that night, though. It could have been the copious amounts of beer or the exhaustion from staying up all night or the uncertainty they faced after high school - it was most likely the influence of the alcohol though. Just as Michael’s eyes had closed and he began to drift off to sleep, Calum rolled over to face him and placed the lightest kiss on Michael’s rosy lips. Calum had started to apologize, but he was quickly cut off with a sweet kiss before Michael pulled him into his chest and gave in to sleep.

Michael’s fingers fell across the board, over a postcard and a small pride flag sticker, before they stopped on a picture from high school graduation of a very surprised Calum wrapped tightly in Michael’s arms. Michael had dreaded seeing Calum that day - nearly a week after they’d seen each other last - nearly a week after that very drunken kiss. All four of them were going to the same college a few months later and Michael had worried that having Calum as his roommate would be awkward now. They’d been best friends as long as he could remember and the last thing he would have wanted was to lose Calum over what he figured to be a drunken mistake. When Michael had arrived, graduation cap and gown in hand, he found the other three boys already talking together. Awkwardness had been quick to take over the conversation before Calum pulled Michael away from Luke and Ashton. Calum was shy but he was never one to back away from confrontation. Michael expected that he would want to forget it ever happened, but instead Calum spilled his heart out. He told Michael that he hadn’t stopped thinking about their kiss and how he wanted them to go to college together as more than just friends. When the shock had disappeared from Michael’s face, he practically lept at Calum, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and saying that nothing would make him happier than to be his boyfriend. Ever the charmer, Luke had snapped a picture and shouted something about it taking them long enough. Michael and Calum couldn’t be bothered to care but it left Ashton in a fit of giggles.

Michael scanned further down the board, feeling his smile grow as the tension left his shoulders and the butterflies in his stomach settled. He found a picture from one of the many college weekends spent at the beach. They had passed so much time at the pier, cruising the shops and soaking in the sunshine. The particular weekend in the picture, Michael had soaked in a little too much sun, though. By that point in their relationship, Calum had become used to helping Michael keep his back from burning while they were out all day. But the week before had consisted of particularly rough midterms and they were both exhausted. So exhausted that they’d fallen asleep sprawled out on their loungers after Luke and Ashton left to get food and beer. When they returned, Luke whipped out his camera and Ashton made the mistake of trying to wake Michael up by poking his very pink shoulder, which caused Michael to jump straight up out of his chair. If looks could kill, Ashton would have been a dead man. As always, Calum was there to keep him grounded. Calum had spent the whole week afterward apologizing to Michael and helping him keep aloe on the sunburnt skin so it wouldn’t hurt so bad. It didn’t seem to matter how many times Michael reassured him that there was no one to blame, Calum continued to apologize with every aloe application.

Continuing to find comfort in Calum, Michael landed on the last picture Luke had given them. It was a particularly proud day for them as they stood in front of their brand new loft, homeowners for the first time. The exhaustion from moving was evident on their faces, but Luke had insisted on a picture to commemorate the occasion. When Ashton made a joke about them being “homo-owners” now, they’d cracked smiles from ear to ear and laughed until their sides ached. Luke and Ashton had helped them bring in all their hand-me-downs from the college apartment before the four of them sat around the empty living room floor, celebrating with cheap alcohol and greasy pizza. The place was small and mismatched at first, but they had spent the last two years making it a home they were proud of, one piece at a time.

Michael dropped his eyes from the memories pinned up in front of him and ran a hand over his scruff thoughtfully. Warmth spread through his chest as he looked around him, seeing bits of Calum running through every part of his life. He picked up the small velvet box from the nightstand at his side, prying it open with a toothy grin. The band was simple and he only hoped Calum would be proud to wear it. Proud to call Michael his fiance tonight. Soon proud to call him his husband.

Michael heard the lock on the front door quietly click as Calum called out for him. He closed the ring box and slid it into his pocket, composing himself and sparing one last glance at the tokens on the wall. Michael’s nerves were completely gone, replaced with an eagerness to get to the dinner he had planned, to slide this ring on his boyfriend’s finger, and to spend the rest of his life giving everything he had to the man in the other room.

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[erin-bo-berin]

Storytime

Hello, here comes another Spencer fic. This one is so super long I’m sorry, but I had this idea of each part being told like a story by Spencer. Plus I was a up in my feels writing this one with the Spencer fluff and kids and the team being such a family. Anyway one thing before you begin: I added Savannah and Morgan to the current cast mix just because I wanted to switch it up and make it to where he was around when this certain event happens to Spencer. It just seemed right. Okay, if you manage to read this monster long fic, you’re the absolute best. Enjoy and have some great Spencer feels!

Spencer Reid/Reader

Word Count: 7,635

Rating: Mature (some smut)

You grunted as your back hit the wall with a thud, but you didn’t let it distract you. Your lips found your boyfriend’s again, kissing him hard. His hands gripped the back of your thighs as he held you up against the wall.

Spencer had been gone on two back to back cases causing the two of you not to be able to see each other for 2 weeks. All your pent up sexual frustration was now bubbling to the surface as you roughly tried to get his clothes off as fast as you could.

“Easy there,” he chuckled, aiding your fumbling hands.

“Why do you have to wear so many damn layers,” you complained, ridding of his suit jacket only to realize there were at least two more layers to remove.

He grinned, kissing you again. You’d missed him in more ways than physically of course, but you’d been so worked up while he was gone and nothing was cutting it. You practically jumped him the minute he walked in the door. Not that he seemed to mind because he was here pressing you against the wall, kissing you just as fervently as you were him. You could already feel his own arousal pressing against your leg.

“I missed you so much,” he mumbled when you’d parted for him to lift your shirt over your head, a smirk momentarily gracing his lips when he noticed your lack of bra.

“Naughty girl.”

“Saves time.” Your hand found his hair and pulled him back to your lips, resuming your heated kiss.

One hand snaked up your stomach to your breasts, gripping and massaging causing you to moan in his mouth. Your body seemed hypersensitive to his touch after being without it for a few weeks. 

“All this. Off. Now.” 

You tore off his cardigan and tie tossing them to the side. You were tempted to rip his button down apart just to get it off, but barely managed to contain yourself since you knew it was one of his favorite shirts. You felt like a caged animal, felt like you were going to crawl out of your skin your need for him was so bad.

He sat you down and pulled you towards the bed, you discarding the bottom half of his clothing. He sat back on the bed, propped against the headboard and pulled you on top of him, his lips attaching to your neck. His hands moved their way down your back, thumbs hooking into the waist of your shorts, removing them and your underwear in one motion. Normally both of you spent more time teasing each other and fooling around, but right now you didn’t have the patience for that.

“I want you so bad,” you half said, half moaned as he sucked on the one spot of your neck that only he knew drove you wild.

“Tonight I’m all yours,” he whispered, his grip on your hips helping position you perfectly.

You sank down on him slowly just enjoying the feeling of him filling you once again. You could already feel your skin heat up, your combined moans filling the air. You bit your lip as you began moving your hips at a quicker pace than you had begun at. 

“So. Good,” he gritted out.

Your back arched when his mouth came in contact with one breast, his hand kneading the other. Your hand tangled in his curls where it always seems to migrate and try to coax him back to your lips. You kiss him briefly before reaching above him and grabbing onto the headboard, moving harder and faster on him desperate to feel every inch of him. A ragged moan escapes you when his upward thrusts perfectly match your own, hitting spots that you didn’t even know existed until now.

“Fuck Spencer, fuck yes,” you groan feeling your climax just around the corner.

Hearing a dull thud, you peer down at him to see his head against the headboard, face contorted in pure bliss, his tongue poking out the side of his mouth for just a second until a low groan erupts from him. His grip on your hips tightens and you can tell he’s not far off either.

“Eyes on me baby,” he rasps and your gaze finds his.

“I want you to look at me when you come.” His teeth scrape his bottom lip and you notice a few strands of hair sticking to his forehead that’s covered in a slight sheen.

“I want to see you completely wrecked cause of me.”

You’re so focused on his face that you don’t realize when one hand has moved territory and his thumb is rubbing circles on your clit. It’s seconds before your release comes crashing down on you and as much as you try to keep your eyes on his face, you can’t help when they squeeze close, the pleasure so intense it’s almost painful. 

Your name falling from his lips as he completely lets himself go is like music to your ears. His fingers dig into your hips so hard you’re sure they’ll leave bruises, but at the moment you couldn’t care. You vaguely feel the familiar warmth along your inner thighs when he pulls you down to kiss you.

After a short, chaste kiss he whispers against your lips, “What would you say to trying some actual wall sex?” 

•••

Your head was spinning as you paced back and forth, the linoleum floor blurred in your vision. Your panic kept rising the longer you waited.

You had been home, in bed, sick as a dog. You’d caught the flu from Spencer who’d just gotten over it himself last week and was currently back at work in the field. You were halfway watching a cooking competition on TV which was probably the worst idea since you were fighting off nausea, already having thrown up twice that morning. 

As usual, Spencer called to check on you a few hours earlier as the team was just starting a new day, still working on their case that was thankfully local. He’d been the best at working long hours only to come home with more ginger ale or medicine for you and try to take care of you.

When your phone had rung, you grabbed it expecting it to be another typical Spencer check in; not that you minded that one bit.

“Hey Spencer,” you smiled slightly, just the knowledge that hearing his voice made you feel a bit better.

“Y/N, it’s Emily.”

You sat straight up in bed. So quickly your head swam for a moment. It was rare that Emily Prentiss, Spencer’s boss called. Sure you were friendly, but you weren’t exactly at the point of random phone calls just to chat.

“Emily, hi. Is something wrong?”

You heard an intake of breath from the other side of the line before she said, “Spencer’s been shot.”

You don’t remember much of what happened next. Somehow you managed to get to your car and rush to the hospital although you didn’t have much memory of it. You didn’t care that you were sick, you didn’t care that you’d probably ran every red light on the way to the hospital all you knew was that you had to get there now.

You’d been pacing the length of the waiting room for 15 minutes, still trying to process what had happened. You hadn’t seen Spencer, you hadn’t heard anything from the doctor, you didn’t know what was going on. All you knew was what Emily and JJ had explained to you the moment you got there.

“What happened?!” Was the first thing you said when you saw Jennifer Jareau already there, Emily and the rest of the team there and waiting as well.

“He was talking down an unsub,” Emily began.

“Everything was going well, but the victim tried to run and the unsub retaliated and shot at us. Spencer got hit in the stomach,” JJ finished.

“Why wasn’t he wearing a vest? W-why wasn’t he?!” 

You were trying to remain calm but the dam had broke and your tears had come, turning into heaving sobs as JJ wrapped her arms around you.

He had been the one to go in to attempt to talk down the unsub. To do that with this particular one, he had taken off his vest and left his gun behind so he was seen as no threat to him. Danger was part of the job, you knew, but up until this point nothing this severe had happened to your boyfriend. 

“He’s in surgery right now,” Morgan said, “Me and Matt were just going to check and see if there were any updates.”

You nodded, trying to wipe your face as you sat down in a chair, a fresh stream of tears already replacing the ones you’d wiped away.

Luke crouched in front you, hand on your knee, “Can I get you anything? Maybe some water?”

You nodded again, whispering a thanks to him as he too left to fetch you a bottle of water.

“He’s a tough kid, Y/N,” Rossi said, watching you.

You looked up at him and sniffled. 

“He’s like a son to me,” he continued, “And I’ve seen a strength in him that I think even he doesn’t realize he has.”

You smiled, laughing a little through your tears.

“I know. I’ve always told him he’s the strongest person I know.”

“He’s going to pull through this,” Tara reassured you as well.

JJ had taken your hand, holding it tight in yours. She was his best friend, you knew that she understood the pain you were currently feeling. In fact, all the people in this room knew. You were grateful that you didn’t have to shoulder this alone.

You looked up as last but not least, the only missing member from the team came in, tissues in hand. Penelope sat in the empty chair on the opposite side of you and hugged you tight. She handed you the tissues without a word before taking your other hand in hers and squeezing it gently. 

An hour had passed with no updates and you’d begun pacing across the room. It felt like the room kept getting hotter and sweat was pouring down your face. You’d already had to dash to the bathroom once to vomit in your time being here. You tried to convince the rest of the team to keep their distance since you were sick, but they refused to leave your side. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” JJ asked watching you pace.

“Honey, you’re sweating buckets,” Penelope said, handing you a tissue which you wiped your face with.

“I’m fine. I just want to know if Spencer is okay.”

You stopped pacing to face the two women.

“And I’m not going home. I’m his girlfriend. I should be here too.”

“But you look-” Penelope began.

“Like shit,” Morgan finished, earning him a hit on the arm from Garcia.

“I’m not leaving.”

The room seemed to spin around you and your arms flew out, trying to balance yourself.

“Whoa, Y/N. You alright?” JJ’s brow furrowed.

You looked at them, your vision beginning to blur. In a snap second the world tilted and you felt yourself begin to fall, the room turning on its side as your knees gave out. The last thing you heard was shouting before you completely lost consciousness.

When you woke up, bright fluorescent lights shone above you. You squinted in the brightness, trying to make sense of your surroundings.

“Oh thank heavens you’re awake!”

You turned to see Penelope at your side, a relieved expression on her face.

“What happened?” you croaked, your throat dry. You noted that you felt like you could drink a gallon of water. Possibly two.

“You fainted.”

“Where am I? How’s Spence?!” You look around and for the first time notice an IV in your hand, the pole and a bag of clear liquid next to the head of the bed.

“In an emergency room wing. Derek carried you here and Savannah cleared a room for you immediately so you could get checked out. Spencer is fine. He’s out of surgery.”

You sighed in relief, practically sagging back against the hospital bed pillow.

“Can I see him?”

“Not now. He hasn’t woken up yet and besides Savannah said you needed to stay here and rest. Before she left she said the doctor would be in shortly to speak with you. How do you feel?”

Assessing yourself, you realize you feel better than you have in days.

“A little sore but okay, I think. What’s this for?” you nod to the IV.

“I’m not sure, I finally just got permission to come see you. Apparently they were running a few quick tests.”

As if on cue, you heard a shuffle of shoes on the floor and the curtain pulled back to reveal a middle aged male doctor with a kind looking face.

“Good evening ma’am, I’m Dr. Reed.”

Your eyebrows shot up and Penelope stifled a laugh into her hand.

“Everything okay?” He glanced at her, looking confused.

“It’s just that her-”

“Everything’s fine,” you cut her off. The sooner you could get out of here and see Spencer, the better.

“Am I free to go now? I feel fine and my boyfriend just had surgery and I want to be with him.” You tried to move to get out of the bed suddenly remembering the IV.

“Miss Y/L/N, you need to rest for a little longer. You were severely dehydrated and we had to give you an IV to get fluids back into your system.”

“I mean, I do have the flu so that’s not entirely shocking. I haven’t been able to keep much down the last few days.”

One of his eyebrows rose as he studied you.

“So you’ve been vomiting a lot lately?”

You nod.

“Has it just started or have there been other incidents?”

“No it only started after I caught the flu from my boyfriend.”

“I see. Have you found yourself to be overly fatigued? Or sore?”

You thought about it, remembering the other day how you’d been so exhausted you went to bed for the night at 6 in the evening. You also had experienced body aches, but hadn’t thought much of either.

“Yes. Why?”

He thumbed through a few papers on the clipboard he was carrying.

“We did some blood work when you first got here, to make sure you weren’t having a diabetic episode or something just as severe.”

“Uh huh,” you listened, clearly not following.

A smile crossed his face before he said, “Congratulations. You’re pregnant.”

Your eyes widened and jaw dropped. You looked over and saw Penelope mirroring your same expression. Of all things, it was the last thing you had expected. 

“Oh my god Y/N!” Penelope squealed, grabbing your hand as it sunk in what the doctor had just announced.

“Wait,” she said, noticing your lack of excitement, “This is good, right?” 

“Of course. I’m just, wow. I’m just in shock,” you chuckled, “I had no idea.”

“Would you like to see your baby?” the doctor asked.

You broke into a grin, your heart swelling in your chest at the sound.

“Yes.”

Fifteen minutes later, the ultrasound probe was gliding over your stomach and you were staring in awe at your baby on the screen. You and Spencer’s baby.

“Oh my god,” you said, turning to Penelope who was at your side, watching with you, “How do I tell Spencer? What if he’s mad? What if he doesn’t-”

“Y/N,” Penelope stopped you mid-sentence, “I’ve known Reid for over a decade. I don’t know anyone who’s better with kids than him. He’s wanted kids for so long. He’s going to be over the moon.”

You relaxed a bit, smiling at the thought.

“You think?”

“I know,” she smiled.

“It looks like you’re about 12 weeks,” the ultrasound technician announced, “Everything looks good. Just start taking your prenatals immediately and the doc said after your IV bag is empty, you’re free to go see that boyfriend of yours.”

She handed you the ultrasound picture and you smiled, running your fingers over the black and white image.

“Congratulations, again,” she smiled.

-

“You’re pregnant?!” JJ exclaimed, hands coming up over her mouth in surprise as she grinned behind them.

“Shh!” you grinned in return.

You and Penelope had left the ER an hour later after what seemed like a lifetime of waiting for your IV to drain. You were now just down the hall from Spencer’s room where he had just woken up a few minutes before. Thankfully, JJ had been there when he had although you felt guilty that you weren’t there too.

“I don’t want him to hear. I have to tell him still, obviously,” you chuckled.

“Congrats!” she hugged you tightly and you two swayed back and forth for a moment.

“How is he?” you asked, concern replacing your previous excitement.

“Tired, sore. Asking for you,” she said, nudging you in the direction of his room, “We’ll give you some privacy.”

“But I wanted to see his reaction!” You heard Penelope whine as the two of them headed in the opposite direction towards the waiting room.

You walked into his room and felt your heart leap seeing his face immediately brighten at the sight of you.

“Hey, you,” you said, going over and hugging him gently.

“I heard what happened. Are you okay?” He asked, pulling away and holding your arms, searching your face.

You laugh, shaking your head.

“You just got shot, had surgery and you’re asking me if I’M okay?”

He nodded, “I was worried when I heard what happened. Why aren’t you at home resting?”

“You were shot, I had to be here. You scared the shit out of me by the way.”

One side of his mouth turned up in a small smile, “Sorry about that.”

“I’m just glad you’re okay,” you laced your fingers through his, “I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up.”

“Y/N, you were in the ER. I think you get a pass on that one,” he laughed, then winced, pressing a hand into his stomach.

“Easy, take it easy okay?”

He nodded, laying back, eyes on you as you sat in the chair next to his bed.

“So what happened? Did they just give you some medicine or something?”

“Well they did some blood work and hooked me up to an IV of fluids. Apparently I was really dehydrated.”

His frown continued to deepen as you continued talking. 

“But you’re alright now, right?”

“Yes. No. Well, technically yes.”

“Y/N, I know I’m a genius, but that didn’t make sense, even to me.”

You snorted, amazed how even in a hospital bed he never failed to make you smile with his immense knowledge and total Spencer Reid wit.

“I just..I have something to tell you. I just don’t know how to say it.”

“You’re leaving me for Morgan aren’t you?” he joked, deadpan.

“Spencer!” you laughed, exasperated.

“Sorry, continue.” 

He smiled at you, waiting for you to continue. Just looking at his bright smile made all your earlier worries and concerns disappear in an instant. This was the man you loved, the love of your life. You couldn’t think of anyone you’d want to share something so precious, more than with Spencer.

“I’m pregnant.”

You bit your lip to hide the growing smile that came when his eyes lit up, his smile growing so wide it could light a darkened room.

“You are?!” 

He reached for you, kissing you as tears began to fall from your eyes again. This time happy ones, relieved ones and somehow he just knew what they represented.

“Do you want to see the ultrasound picture?” you asked when you pulled away, reaching to get it.

You handed him the small square and watched his face brighten even more so as he looked at the little bean in the picture. His fingers stroked the image delicately, then looked up at you.

“I’m going to teach little one so much,” he said, then launched into an infamous ramble of all the things he couldn’t wait to share with your child.

He was going to be an amazing dad.

•••

“What do you think? Purple, blue or green? Or all 3?”

You and Spencer were currently sitting in the middle of the room that was to become to the nursery. He was currently working on the crib while you scrolled through baby items on your phone, getting ideas for nursery colors and decorations.

“Baby, I don’t think she’s gonna care what colors of elephants or pandas or whatever animals you’re thinking about will be on her walls,” Spencer shrugged.

You smiled, a hand running absently over your now prominent bump. Just last month you’d found out you were expecting a sweet little girl. Spencer had been over the moon once again to know he was going to have a little daddy’s girl. He was for sure going to be wrapped around her little finger.

“I know. I just want it to be nice for her.”

He sat back, pushing up his glasses as he looked at the instructions again. You loved when he was more or less bumming it. He was still in his pajamas which consisted of sweats and a t-shirt, his curls a little more unruly than normal and of course, was sporting his glasses. If you thought he looked good put together, he was even more stunning now. 

“It will be.” He smiled over at you, watching you scrolling through more pictures.

“There’s just way too many options and things to consider,” you groaned, setting your phone aside, scooting closer to him to lay your head on his shoulder, “I’m just so stressed.”

He kissed the top of your head, putting a hand on your stomach, rubbing it gently.

“You don’t care what your room looks like do you, baby girl?” He leaned down to kiss your bump, continuing, “It could be purple and yellow polka dotted. Is that what you want?”

“Spencer!” you laugh, shoving him a bit, “We are NOT putting our baby in a hideous nursery.

He grinned, returning to putting the crib back together.

“You know, we still have to decide on a name for her.”

“I know,” you sighed.

Both of you had yet to decide on a name. You’d been back and forth going through more names than you could even remember. You thought for a little bit you’d had a winner when you both decided you’d like to name her Diana, after his mother. Unfortunately, his mom didn’t like the idea. She said her granddaughter better have her own name, so back to the drawing board it was.

“I’m just so stressed over trying to put the nursery together, getting the house set up, trying to think of baby names. She’s only gonna be here in 3 months!”

Since Spencer’s apartment was no longer big enough for your growing family, he’d found a house. Fortunately, it was even closer to work, than his old apartment was. The downside of the new house was having to unpack everything, all in the midst of preparing for a baby.

“What if JJ, Garcia and Savannah helped with the nursery?” he asked, looking over at you while he screwed a bolt into one of the crib legs.

“I couldn’t ask them to do that.”

“That’s the thing,” he said, pushing his hair back out of his face with one hand, “I’ve been meaning to tell you. They’ve been asking me if they could. Kind of as a present from the BAU, in a way.”

“Really?” You smiled, heart swelling in gratitude to the amazing people he worked with.

He nodded, “Garcia has been practically begging me to do it anyway. Besides JJ and Savannah also have knowledge of nursery decorating anyway.”

“That would be amazing. And so much help.”

“You hear that sport? Your aunties are gonna fix up your room for you.” 

As if an answer, she kicked right into his hand.

-

“Okay, okay. Close your eyes.”

“Garcia they are closed!” you grinned.

It was 3 weeks later when you finally were getting the nursery reveal. After giving them the okay, the trio of ladies had swooped in to begin working, never once letting you catch a peek. Of course Spencer had seen as he’d been there throughout the entire process yet he was tight lipped, insisting that it was supposed to be a surprise. 

“You ready?” JJ asked, squeezing your arm.

“Yes, show me!”

You heard the door open and you opened your eyes, immediately gasping at the beautiful room that stood in front of you.

“Guys,” you gaped, amazed, “I love it so much.”

The carpet was a creamy white, the walls were painted a light turquoise blue. On one accent wall there were light pink flowers painted. The crib, which was white like the matching furniture in the room—a rocking chair, dresser and changing table—sat under her name painted on the wall with gold stars surrounding it. It was amazing that you’d managed to finally decide on a name and apparently just in time for the girls to add a special touch to her nursery.

Above the crib hung a gold star mobile. The bedding was light pink and turquoise and a turquoise blanket was folded neatly and placed on the railing. Inside sat a white, bunny plushie. On a third wall, there was gold and white shelves with a few stuffed animals, some bunny figurines and other little knick knacks that definitely had Penelope written all over it; including a little unicorn.

The final wall held a set of decorative pictures in pink, white and gold. There were four in total. One said, “We love you to the moon and back”. Next to it, the second was a picture of a gold glittering moon surrounded by baby pink stars. The third directly below the first said, “Dream big little one”, followed by the fourth picture; a baby pink cloud raining gold stars.

You noticed a gold tin bucket sitting next to the chair, filled with tons of books, some you’d bought and some you sure were passed along from JJ’s and Savannah’s boys. 

The curtains were the matching pale pink of the rest of the pink in the room and to top it all off, the overhead light had been replaced with a gold chandelier with the designs of flowers and stars on it. 

It was everything you could have dreamed for a nursery and you were positive your joy showed on your face as each woman hugged you, chatting away about one thing or another about the room.

You took another look around, only about the millionth time you’d looked around awestruck. As you felt arms wrap around you from behind and a kiss drop down on the top of your head, you knew what it was about the room that left you so breathless. It felt so right being in here, like everything was just about to fall in place.

It was perfect.

•••

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Spencer asked for the fifth time.

“I can ask Emily to come home early and not work this case. You know she’d understand,” he continued.

“Spence, I’m fine. You made me stay with Penelope anyway so I wouldn’t be alone. Besides if you came home, your mind would be on the case anyway. It’s better if you stay.”

You heard his exhale of defeat.

“Okay. Can I talk to her?”

“You’re on speaker, so she can hear you,” you grinned.

“Hi baby girl. You be good for mommy okay? No coming out until after daddy gets back alright?”

You rubbed your stomach, feeling a hard kick.

“She can definitely hear you. She’s kicking up a storm.”

Your due date was days away and with no progress in your dilation, your doctor was pretty sure you’d have to be induced soon. As a result, you had told Spencer to join the team on the current case in California. He went with one condition: that you’d stay with Garcia, both at the BAU and her apartment until he got home.

“I love my daddy’s girl.” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“She definitely loves you too,” you chuckled, “Be safe okay?”

“I will. Rest up. Love you.”

“Love you too. Bye.”

After hanging up, you settled yourself in a rolling chair of Garcia’s.

“Sorry to be an intrusion.”

“Don’t be silly. Besides I have an excuse to take breaks for baby kicks,” she beamed.

“Well you’re in luck,” you laughed, “She kicks up a storm almost every time she hears Spence.”

“She’s a total daddy’s girl isn’t she?” Penelope chuckled.

“Oh that’s a definite understatement.”

“I think she’s got him wrapped around her finger already. You and the baby are all he talks about anymore. I haven’t heard him utter more than a few statistics in weeks.”

Your eyebrows raised, “Are we sure we’re talking about the same Dr. Reid?” 

Garcia nodded, “I’m sure. He loves you and this baby so much.”

 You smile, feeling a slight blush creep up your cheeks.

“I know him Y/N. He may not have always said it, but I know he’s wanted kids for a long, long time. Now that it’s happening I think some days he’s trying to make sure it’s actually real.”

“I know what you mean. Sometimes it doesn’t seem real to me either. Did he tell you he got her a onesie that says Daddy’s Little Genius?”

“He showed me,” she grinned, “Isn’t it adorable?”

You nodded, agreeing.

“I love it.”

Your eyes lit up when you feel her kicking and you grab Penelope’s hand, so she can feel.

“Auntie Penelope can’t wait to meet you sweet girl,” she beams, “Hurry up and come on out.”

“Please,” you half groan, half smile, “I’m so ready to have this baby.”

“Careful what you wish for,” she winked as her phone begins to ring.

“I better let you get to work.” You grab your paperback that you brought with you to read as you hear her answer.

“You’ve reached Penleope Garcia, house of knowledge, how may I assist you?”

-

It was after 2 in the afternoon when Penelope finally got a break.

“How you doing over there, baby mama?”

You stretch your stiff limbs, putting your book down. You’d fallen asleep in the chair while reading, without even realizing it. It was much harder to get comfortable nowadays with your much larger, nine month pregnant belly, resulting in not a lot of sleep for you at night.

“Ready to not feel like I swallowed an entire watermelon,” you grimace, stretching your back, “I’m so stiff and sore.”

“‘Fraid I can’t help you with that one hun,” she pats your arm as she moves her chair towards another computer, typing something.

“How’s the case going?”

“It’s going. No huge leads right now. Spencer called me about 5 times when you were napping, freaking out cause he couldn’t get a hold of you.”

“Oh god, I’m sorry. I didn’t even realize I fell asleep.”

“Don’t worry. I told him his baby and baby mama were sleeping peacefully next to me. The other four calls were just him checking in.”

Her phone rang and she glanced over at it, “Speaking of boy wonder.”

She answered and put it on speaker.

“Hello, Daddy Reid.”

“Garcia, is Y/N okay?”

She gives you a look as if to say, ‘you see what I deal with?’ before you answer.

“Hey Spence. I’m fine, okay?”

“Baby,” you hear the relief in his voice, “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

“I promise I am. You need to stop worrying okay? Just focus on the case. They need your head there. If anything happens, I will call you.”

You promise a few more times before he reluctantly hangs up.

“I have never seen him more panicked,” Penelope said.

“Well he is going to be a dad. But then again, some days he’s freaking out so much you’d think HE was the one having the baby.”

You feel a sharp pain in your stomach and groan, putting your hand on the spot.

“Speaking of, I think she just knows when someone is talking about her daddy,” you shake your head, exasperated. 

“So, is there anything I can do to help you?” you ask, tired of sitting around and doing nothing.

“Honey, no. You’re going to rest okay?” 

“Actually if you don’t mind, I’m just gonna go for a little walk around the building. I’m pretty sore from sitting.”

She nods and with a hand on your back, you start your walk of the halls of the BAU, hoping to work out the soreness. You’re not far into your walk when you feel liquid running down your leg. You stop looking down, afraid you’d wet yourself when another sharp pain hits. You grip the wall, bent over, grimacing as you try to breath through it.

“No, no, no. Not now. Please not now,” you groan, straightening back up, trying to simultaneously keep an eye on the time and make it back to Penelope’s office.

“Garcia,” you pant, slightly out of breath when you get to her office.

“What’s up sugar?” 

She turns and eyes widen when she immediately spots your soaked jeans. 

“Did your-”

“Water break? Yeah. Contractions are starting. I’m trying to time them. So far they’re not very long or close, so that’s a plus. Can you call Spence please?”

“On it.”

You feel another contraction and you groan, doubling over again, not expecting one again so soon.

“Penelope we gotta get to the hospital.”

“Come on. We’ll call him on the way.”

Fifteen minutes later you’re all set up in a birthing room, while Penelope is pacing at your bedside.

“Spencer Reid I swear if you leave me alone with your girlfriend while she gives birth, I will kill you! Okay I actually won’t, but you need to call me, ASAP.”

“Penelope,” you reached out for her arm, “Take a breath. You aren’t helping things.”

“Sorry, sorry,” she sits, “I just don’t know what to do in this situation and Spencer isn’t answering and he should be here for the birth of his child.”

“I know. The doctor said I’m only at 3 centimeters though and my contractions have stalled. He has time.”

As if on cue, Garcia’s phone rang. Putting it on speaker, Spencer spoke before she could.

“Y/N’s in labor?! I gotta get back home!”

“Calm down. Her contractions have slowed down for the moment and she’s only at 3 centimeters.”

“Okay, that should give me time to get home. Typically, most first time mothers can be in active labor for up to 24 hours. Some women are even in labor up to 36 hours.”

You whimpered, your head falling back against the pillow.

“Spencer, I love you but I doubt your girlfriend needs to hear that sort of thing right now.”

“Right. Sorry.” You can practically hear the wince in his voice. Typical Spencer.

“Anyway, Emily gave me the okay to leave obviously and told me to take the jet, that it would be quicker.”

“Okay, hurry. I don’t think I can handle this myself Spencer.”

“I’ll try my best,” was the last thing he said before the line went dead.

Hours passed and you kept dilating quicker it seemed. 3 centimeters became 4, then 5. Soon you were rewarded with the relief of an epidural and still no Spencer. Your physical pain turned to anxiety and then worry.

“Have you heard from him?” you asked Garcia for the hundredth time.

“Yeah, they’re just now taking off.”

“NOW?!”

“Something happened that he couldn’t take the jet, he had to get last minute tickets, there was traffic and he almost missed the plane. He should be here in about 6 hours.”

You groaned, “Remind me next time I’m having a baby just to go with him. At least if I go into labor he can deliver the baby.”

“Wait what?” she looked up at you, eyebrows raised.

“He memorized the delivery handbook when JJ was pregnant with Henry in case she went to labor in the field. He still remembers everything, of course.”

“Ah,” she nodded, “Get some rest sweetheart, the doc said that they’ll probably be in to check you here and there to see how you’re progressing, but it should be a little bit longer before you start pushing.”

“I don’t remember the doctor coming in lately.”

“Oh no, I meant Reid. That’s what he told me to tell you.”

“Gotcha. I think I will take a nap. Wake me up if anything changes.”

She promised she would and your eyes slide closed as your exhaustion takes over. In the midst of your sleep you hear different voices and vaguely remember being woke to be checked, but each time you fall back asleep.

It isn’t until some time later when you feel something brush your face that you stir awake once again. The first thing you see is Spencer next to your bed, smiling down at you as he strokes your hair.

His tie suit jacket is gone, tie loosened and shirt completely wrinkled. His hair is a mess and his prominent dark circles under his eyes look even darker, but you couldn’t be happier to see him.

“Spence,” you reached up to hug him, “You made it.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he pulled back and put his hand on your cheek.

“What time is it?” you asked, looking around the darkened room, also noticing Garcia was gone.

“A little after 2 in the morning. Garcia said you’ve been in labor for almost 12 hours so I sent her home. The case was just about wrapped up when I left and the team is flying out so they can be here in the morning.”

You smiled, overwhelmed with him finally being there with you and the love and support from his coworkers.

“Come here, sit down.” You scooted over so he could sit next to you in the hospital bed.

“I spoke to the doctor before coming in, he said he checked you half an hour ago and you were at 8 centimeters.”

You groaned, tired of waiting.

“I was halfway hoping I’d wake up and she’d been born already.”

“She’ll be here soon. She was just waiting for daddy. Are you in any pain?”

You shake your head.

“Thankfully not much. I got my epidural and only really feel very mild contractions. Much better than what it had been.”

You rest your head on his shoulder, glad to be in his arms again. Your fingers lace with his.

“Will you tell me about the case while we wait?”

“Okay well, there’d been four homicides in the San Francisco area. 3 women, 1 man.”

The two of you sat talking as you waited to become completely dilated. You knew that pain was involved with labor, but you never realized how much waiting was involved too.

“Why does dilation take so loooong?” you whined, “I’m tired of waiting.”

“Well the average time for first time mothers can be 8 hours but that’s just the average. Usually dilation from 7 to 10 centimeters can take as short as 30 minutes to 2 hours but other women can have stalling and take a bit longer. Unfortunately, you seem to be in the latter category.”

“Well I know one thing’s for sure. There’s no other mother here that has a boyfriend or husband that can spout facts to her about her own delivery like you can,” you said.

When he doesn’t respond, you look up him and see his face has turned serious. Serious and concerned.

“What’s wrong?”

“Do you think I’ll be a good dad? I-I don’t have much to go on, you know with not having a dad around most of my life…” Spencer trailed off, swallowing hard, “I just want to be the father that I never had.”

It was rare that he spoke about his emotions let alone his insecurities, so having him be so vulnerable in front of you now, especially during such an intimate event as the birth of your baby, made you love him even more. You watched him, his hazel eyes full of worry.

“Spencer, you’ll be an amazing dad. You’re so full of love and compassion and care for the people you love. You’ve already loved our little girl endlessly since the moment you’ve found out about her. She’s going to grow up knowing she has the greatest, smartest and most supportive dad. You’ll teach her new things, always encourage her to go after what she loves and support her through whatever life brings her. You are not and never will be like your father. You have too big of a heart to be like him. She doesn’t comprehend it yet, but she loves you so much already. And I love you so much.”

He’d been watching you throughout your entire ramble. But when you finished, you see him biting back a smile. He kissed your hand—the one that didn’t have the IV in it—before kissing you.

“Thank you,” he whispered, “You’re amazing in more ways than one.”

It takes another few hours before the doctor declares it's time to push. Your hand is in Spencer’s, more nervous than you had been this entire time. The room bustles with a few nurses and the doctor preparing everything for the birth of the baby. As much as nerves take over your senses, so does excitement. Spencer is beside you and you’re both about to meet your baby. You couldn’t think of anyone else you’d want to experience such an amazing thing with.

“You ready to have this baby?” He smiles at you, your grip slightly tightening in his.

“I’m ready.”

•••

“It took mommy almost TWO hours to push you out. Two hours! You were a stubborn little thing.”

You’d fallen asleep after the chaos of giving birth had died down. You were able to see her immediately, as nurses wrapped her in a quick towel temporarily so you could hold her before she was taken to be examined. Spencer was in complete awe. He later told you he’d never seen something so amazing. You fell asleep while he fed her and had woken up 15 minutes ago. Since your back was to them, you’d been secretly listening to him talk to your daughter telling her everything from when she was first conceived up until she was delivered, just hours ago.

You turned over, stiffly, wincing.

“Did you really just tell our daughter how she was created?”

“Not specific details. She’s too innocent for all that, but it was important to the story,” Spencer grinned, “How are you feeling?”

“Exhausted, sore, happy.”

“You did amazing, Y/N,” he smiled down at the small 6 pound, 8 ounce bundle in his arms, “She’s amazing too.”

“How is she?”

“Took her bottle like a champ, took a nap and I’ve been telling her her very first story. The story of her.”

Your heart melts watching him cradle her. Sure enough, she’s wide awake, a hand curled around his finger and staring up at her daddy. Spencer moves to sit on the edge of your bed and you reach out to stroke her cheek. 

“I can’t believe she’s here,” he said, watching as she moved her little arm out of the swaddle and cooed.

“You’re already wrapped around her finger, literally,” you chuckled, pointing to her grasp still on his finger, “I can’t blame you for being totally in love.”

“Well I’ve always been in love,” Spencer said, looking over at you, kissing your cheek.

“I’m just MORE in love now.”

“Touché.”

You sit watching the two of them in silence, not sure how or when this became your life, but happy that it did. He catches you watching and his face breaks into one of his infamous big smiles, the one that makes his eyes crinkle.

“I love you so much, Y/N.”

Before you can respond, there’s a knock at your door and you look up to see one of the nurses.

“Sorry to interrupt Dr. Reid, but your company has arrived.”

“Thank you, I’ll be right there,” Spencer told her, turning back to you.

“The team is in the waiting room. I want them to meet her too. I’m gonna take her out there so you can rest. They can visit you later, okay?”

“Okay, go ahead. Oh and Spence?” 

You grabbed his arm before he can leave and he turns looking at you expectedly.

“I love you too.”

-

Spencer walked down the hall toward the awaiting group of people, the bundle in his arms yawning.

“Don’t worry, they’ll love you baby girl,” he said, kissing the top of her head.

He turned and entered the room, the group bursting into excited chatter when they saw him. All of his coworkers, also known as his family, are there; Emily, JJ, Morgan, Matt, Luke, Tara, Rossi and last but not least, Penelope. They crowd happily around him to get a peek at the pink bundle in his arms.

“I want to hold her first!” Garcia exclaimed, “I was there during labor, I should get first holding rights.”

“Reid, she’s adorable,” Matt said.

“Poor kid, she looks exactly like pretty boy here,” Morgan laughed.

“What’s her name?” Emily asked.

“Guys, meet Abrielle Jade Reid. Abbie for short.”

Penelope reached out to take Abbie, holding her close, “Welcome officially to the BAU family, Abbie. We’ve been waiting a long time for you.”

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A Family

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“Hey, are you ready to go?” Luke peaked his head into the room. I finished braiding the end of my hair, I pull pieces out of the side. I nod and turn toward him once I’m done, he had a huge grin.

“What?” I ask and he just shakes his head. “You’re just beautiful.” He sighs contently and my heart raced still. Even after a year of marriage and 3 years of dating, he still makes my heart do the thing. “You’re so cute.” I lean up to kiss his cheek. “No stop! This is about you and you look so fucking good.” He twirls me around, my sundress lifting with the wind.

“Okay, we’re going to be late.” I stop myself from indulging in this moment. “Do I look overdressed for a family gathering?” He asks and I look him up and down. “Yes, very. This isn’t the AMA’s babe.” I joke and he sighs, going to the closet.

“Here’s the keys, I’ll meet you down there.” He says and throws the keys to me. “Okay, I’ll lock the front door and you can come out of the garage door,” I say as I leave the room, I was still smiling at his playfulness today.

I sat in the driver's seat, I had already put our

P!ATD cd in the player. Luke opened the driver door abruptly and my heart was freaking dying. “I didn’t say you had to drive, I feel bad now.” He had his arms propped on top of the opening, he was leaning down to match the height difference.

“Why feel bad? I’m a big girl Luke.” I joke and he was basically dragging me to the other side. He closes the door and runs back around. “Because I can’t hold your thigh or hand the same way, it’s not the same when I’m in the passenger seat.” He says as he backs up out of the garage, once he was heading down the Main Street, his hand found its spot on my thigh.

“See, look how well it fits and I didn’t even do it on purpose. I’m a creature of habit.” He shrugs his shoulders but I saw the smirk. “Well, you are a creature, a different one for sure,” I mumble and he grabs my thigh lightly. “Baby got jokes today.” He seethes playfully and I shrug. “Maybe.” I drawled out the last part of the word. “We’re a mess.”

——

“Liz!” I was more excited to see her before Luke, I mean I love this woman. “Babydoll, how are you doing? This guy treating you right?” She asks as she hits Luke’s chest, I laugh. “He’s pretty awful to me,” I say as I stick my tongue out to him. “He better not be, he may be tall now but I’ll whoop his butt.” She jokes along and he pouts.

“My wife of 1 year is already replacing me as favorite.” Luke whines and I smile slyly. “Aw Luke, bold assumption. She’s been my favorite since you brought her home years ago.” She says as she gives him a little pat on the arm before heading toward the kitchen.

“He’s pretty awful to me,” Luke mocks my voice and I laugh loudly, my head going back some. “I’m sorry,” I pout and he turns his cheek to me. “I do not forgive, bye.” He stomps off dramatically towards the kitchen and I knew he was playing with me.

I ignore his little antics and sit beside one of Lukes cousins. “Y/n, it’s been forever! I haven’t seen you since Gabe’s 2nd birthday party!” Melissa hugs me and I hug her back tightly. “Where is he?” I asked excitedly as she looks around. “He ran off somewhere, he’ll be back soon because I have his juice.” She waves it around in her hand and I smile.

“Good, I miss that little monster. He’s almost three, isn’t he?” I ask and she nods. “2 weeks away, he loves talking and dinosaurs.” She explains and my heart erupts. “No way! I’m sorry we haven’t caught up!” I exclaim and she shakes her head.

“Hey, you’ve had an exciting year, I felt bad for missing the wedding but Brody was in England for work while we were staying in the states at that time.” She explains and I nod curtly. “Have you guys moved again?” I ask I knew her husband did a lot of traveling for his job.

“We settled in Sydney, his work signed him here for at least 3 years.” She explains and I squealed. “We need to drink coffee every week, have Gabe over one night so you can enjoy time with Brody. I’m so excited!” I basically yelled. “Me too! I’m ready to be those Instagram girls who post their drinks and kids.” She jokes and I high-five her.

“Mommy! Juice!” Gabe comes running down the hall, I smile widely when I hear his voice. “Gabe, how are you, sweet boy!” I exclaim once he came to me instead of his mom, I sit him in my lap. He started kissing all over my face and I saw Melissa taking pictures. “I miss you!” He hugs my neck and I swear my heart could’ve burst.

“I’ve missed you too, can I come to your birthday? I haven’t seen you in one year!” I squish his little cheeks. “Please? Mommy please?” He looks over to Melissa and she nods with a smile. “Mommy said yes, can you bring Wuke.” The way he said Luke made me giggle some.

“I’ll see if he’ll come with me, sometimes he’s a really silly boy.” I joke and he belly laughs. “Can you play outside with me?” He changed the subject and I stand up with him in my arms.

I walk to the backyard with him, putting him down right in front of the door. He goes running outside and I knew I couldn’t keep up. “Y/n come on!”

I go running to the swings that Liz set up months ago for Jacks kids. I sit on one beside his and we swing in rhythm, he was still giggling and making me happy.

I absolutely love kids! I babysat for years and I just needed children around me constantly. I even went into child psychology because I knew I wanted to help kids.

Before I know it, Gabe was on to the next game. He grabbed my hands and just pulled at them as a sign to get up. When I stand, he was pulling me towards the empty spot of grass.

He only wanted to dance and it made me smile, we were spinning around happily. I’d grab his hands and dance with him some. I would do a lot to make sure that the smile was still there.

A loud knock at the door made us both jump in fright, I look over and Luke’s huge frame was at the door. He made a motion that it was time to eat. I tell Gabe as I took his hand and led him outside, Luke had already disappeared.

“Gabe let’s wash our hands first before we eat.” I softly demand, he goes into the bathroom first. I boost him up so I could help him wash his hands. It was so adorable when he started to sing the ABCs to time his washing.

He runs out as I wash my hands, I dry them off and turn off the light. I step out and a yell accompanied by a tight grip made me yelp. “Luke!” I punch his chest and he was laughing harder than he should’ve. “Baby, I’m sorry.” He said while laughing like it made his apology more sincere?

“I hate you.” I shake my head and start to walk past him, but his grip stops me. “Can we talk for a second?” My heart dropped slightly because his mood changed quickly.

“Yeah babe, spill it.” I take both his hands in mine. He was slowly pulling us toward the backdoor, we stop on the porch part. “I need to know something, not in a bad way at all.” He calmed my nerves a little.

He gave me a soft look before stepping closer to me, his arm around my waist lightly. “You love kids, right?” He asks shyly and it made me laugh. “Well it is my day job plus you already know I love kids. What’s gotten into you today?” I ask and push his wild curls back some.

“I mean would you love kids with me?”

I started to think of a miniature Luke, girl or boy, running down the hall with the attitude of his. Their curls bouncing as the jump up and down when Luke comes home from work. Him singing them to sleep or calm them down. The way he’d love them, it made my heart prance.

“You’ve got that silly grin on your face babygirl, are you about to mock me?” He asks sadly and I shake my head.

“Luke, I was thinking of our kids and how much love you’d give them. Of course, I’d have kids with you, we’re married and god I’m the luckiest to have you. But if I had the chance to have your kids, see your love for them, and experience that, God I’d give anything.” I caress his cheekbones.

“Really?” I nod to him. “Luke, I love you and we’re married. I couldn’t imagine loving anyone else but our children. Why wouldn’t I want your kids?” I ask and he chuckles.

“See when I think of the reasoning, it sounds so dumb. It’s just that we’ve never talked about it and I’ve wanted a family with you for a long time. So when I saw you with Gabe, I knew I couldn’t wait any longer to ask.” He admits and I lean up to kiss his lips softly.

“I’d be honored to make a family with you, just as long as you can handle the hormones.” I kid with him and he pecks my lips softly. “I think I can handle it, I mean it’ll be worth it in the end.” He kisses me again.

I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him once more, he pushes my body into his. He tries to make the kisses rougher but I push him away. “We’re not trying for a family here, maybe later. C’mon, they’re gonna start asking questions.” I tug his arm and he groans. “Fine!”

“Wait one more.” He says before turning me to him again, kissing my lips quickly, I smiled.

“What a dork.”

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Chapter nine: Funeral for the living

 Eric paced Laurie’s room, watching as his parents pack things in to Boxes not letting him get a word in edgewise. He wasn’t ready to accept this, somewhere inside him he knew they couldn’t keep the room forever but he didn’t wanna think about that. “Stop” he put his hand on the red Corvette poster before his Dad could pull it down. “Just stop- Dad please… at least just wait a little longer…” 

“Eric, remove your hand from the poster right now or I’m gonna put my foot in your ass” Red glared at Eric but the teenager shook his head. 

“No… this is disrespectful to her, to the memory of her.” He kept his hand on the poster until his father gave up and went to get something else. Eric rushed over and stood in front of everything that his dad reached for. “I won’t stop, we haven’t even had a funeral for her and you’re already taking all of her stuff down”

Red sighed and looked at the hurt in his son’s eyes. “Fine, but after the funeral we are packing all of it up” Red wasn’t being heartless, but while Eric wanted to keep the memory, red wanted to suppress it in every way he could until he felt happy again.

Eric nodded in compromise even though he knew when that time came he would still stand in the way, for now they had an agreement and Red left the room, leaving Eric alone. He sat on the bed and looked around, still taking in the reality of everything.

After he had forced himself to get up and go downstairs. Eric took a seat at the breakfast table where a plate of food sat. He looked across at his parents and Hyde, then took a bite, staying quiet. None of them wanted to talk, Eric and Red were at each other’s necks over what to do with Laurie’s room and Kitty hadn’t said much since her daughter’s death, she wasn’t mute but she wasn’t talkative either. She was extremely depressed and that had an effect on the whole house. Hyde stayed quiet along with the rest because he knew no one wanted to talk, and if they did they would initiate conversation first.

When Eric finished he took his dishes to the sink and washed them, scrubbing the plate in circles with the sponge and listening to the water hit the other dishes below, usually he would just lay them down in the sink but he decided he would start washing them so that his mom wouldn’t have to. She was stressed, and didn’t need the extra work. Anything, even as small as washing the dishes would help let her rest.

Once Eric was out of the house he gathered with his friends in the driveway where they all talked about how things were going at home and how each of them was feeling. A group decision lead to them going to the hospital to check on Buddy, they had kept up a fairly frequent routine of going, sometimes they’d run in to Buddy’s friends or family, which made things a bit awkward, if not even more upsetting. The worst time was in Buddy’s mom slapped Eric. There wasn’t an explanation to why but he assumed it was for wearing the jacket, though it could have been anything.  

This time the room was empty aside from Buddy which allowed the four friends to see him with no worry of drama. He was definitely doing better, his face was burnt but it was healing and he was starting to look the way he did before the accident, his hand wasn’t visible but the doctor said it was also doing better, even if Buddy wouldn’t be able to use it, very well anyway,

The teenager still had a long time to recover and was nowhere near done healing or even leaving the hospital, this saddened everyone but the hope that one day he would be back home and healed kept everyone smiling for him.

Eric mentioned to Buddy that maybe by the 1990s they would have robotic fake hands like in star wars and Buddy could just have his hand replaced like Luke. Buddy smiled a little though everyone could see the disappointment in his eyes that he would have a screwed up hand for the rest of his life and Eric’s story would most likely never come true, not in their life time at least. Hyde, Donna, and Jackie glared at Eric then went back to talking with buddy.

The visit lasted around half an hour before the doctors came in and the gang decided to head back home. The day wasn’t over, not even close. Eric had assumed that they would spend more time with buddy but they hadn’t, only half an hour and then they were back in the basement watching T.V.

The rest of the day went as usual, same for the next, and the next. Then suddenly another week passed in a moment, that’s how it felt at least for the grieving teenagers who sat wearing dark suits and dresses, sitting in metal chairs while the priest spoke over two closed coffins. Kelso and Laurie’s Funerals were being held on the same day. They were to be buried in separate places one after the other but for now they were sat side by side in front of the rows of chairs filled with grieving friends and family.

Kitty cried against Red while he kept his composure, him crying wouldn’t help anything,  A few tears did escape his eyes though and he even choked up when he went up to speak. Across from the Forman’s were the Pinciottis, Donna who sat closest to the Forman’s, next to Eric, and her parents. Bob and Midge were both crying in to each other. Red wouldn’t let himself cry like Bob, he had too much pride.

“Michael and Laurie were good kids with so much to accomplish in life, they were both taken from this world too soon.” the pastor spoke and looked out over the crowd. Pastor Dave had been too emotional to speak at the service so another, much more serious man was brought up instead. “But fear not, they are with God and his angels in heaven, and we should be jealous of them, they now have the glory of our lord. Those kids now have a better life than us and it is thanks to the glory of the lord, do not mourn their passing, rather worship the lord for the life he has granted them beyond the pearly gates”  

No one spoke, but many wanted to, losing Kelso and Laurie was the worst thing to ever happen to Eric, and the worst thing to happen to his other friends. And now this stupid pastor was talking about how this was somehow a good thing? It wasn’t a good thing it was a horrible thing, an upsetting thing that none of the teenagers were ever gonna be able to get over.

Soon the service was over, each person had gone by the caskets and said their final words to them before walking away or bursting in to tears, Hyde went first in front of his friends, saying goodbye to Kelso first. He sighed. “You were one of my best friends, and the biggest idiot I knew” Hyde turned his attention to the other Coffin. “You were never my favorite person, in fact you pissed me off just as much as you pissed Eric off, but you were still the closest thing I had to a sister, and I’ll miss your bitchy comments.” Hyde tried to keep it light even though everything was so dark.

Next went Donna. “Kelso you were a huge Dillhole… and one of the best friends I ever had” the redhead sniffled and felt her throat close up. She didn’t say anything towards Laurie as she was already choking up.

Even Fez had shown up to say goodbye, he was quiet, and skittish, holding his arms crossed as he spoke, he didn’t speak to the others much as his host parents would see and would probably make him leave the funeral before he got to speak. “Kelso… I” Fez looked down and went silent before quickly running off.

Jackie didn’t get a single word out before running in to Hyde’s arms and balling her eyes out.

Eric waited so that he was last in line, he wanted to say goodbye without the stress of a line behind him, but when he got up by the caskets he felt his heart sink. In those wooden boxes were his friend and sister, people he never thought he would lose, not in this way if anything. “I- am so sorry” he looked at Laurie’s coffin. What happened to Kelso was beyond Eric’s control but he felt that what happened to Laurie could have been prevented by him… if he had let her use the car this wouldn’t be happening. This was his fault. “I-I should have let you take the cruiser… this is my fault I’m so… so sorry.” Eric wiped a few tears away from his eyes and looked up at his friends who welcomed him over; they were all grieving and needed each other.

Fez had run off to the nearest bathroom where he sat in the stall, holding Kelso’s old pocket knife, he wiped the tears from his eyes and rolled up his sleeve. This was all he had to get rid of the pain. When he was done he wrapped his arm in toilet paper and unrolled his sleeve. He didn’t want anyone to know what he was doing, they would look at him differently and he didn’t want that.

Soon the funeral had dispersed and everyone was headed home, Eric and Hyde with Red and kitty in the Vista Cruiser, Jackie with her parents, Fez with his host parents and Donna with her Parents. While most of them would be going to the same area, they wouldn’t be seeing each other for the rest of the day. Eric and Hyde both retreated to their rooms and Donna stayed at her house.

 That night Fez was in his room when he heard a tap at the window, then another, and another.  The window shattered and a rock rolled across the carpet, wrapped around it was a piece of paper. Fez was filled with fear as he carefully reached down and picked the rock up and unwrapped the paper. There were words written on it and Fez read them. “If you refuse to come outside the redhead will be next”

Fez’ eyes widened and his heart sunk, he couldn’t face the killer, he would die, he couldn’t do that… but Donna was in danger and if he didn’t face his worst fear she would die, he opened his closet and grabbed his pants, pulling them on then pulling his shoes on. By the time he silently snuck down the stairs and out the door whoever had thrown the rock was gone, at least from where the rock was thrown. That’s when he spotted the figure standing under the street lamp across the street. Fez felt the fear rise in him but he knew he had to face this person, for all he knew this could be a prankster trying to scare him. “I- I’m not scared” he called out and the figure didn’t move, Just stood there in his dark cloak and ghost mask, staring at the exchange student. “Now what” Fez called again and the figure turned and disappeared in to the shadows, in the direction of Donnas house.

Fez didn’t take any time running after the killer; he couldn’t let this monster hurt his friend. He ran as fast as he could but he was still behind, he had lost any sight of the figure and it worried him, instead of trying to find the killer he kept his path to Donnas, if he could get there first he could warn Bob and they could protect Donna.

He was getting close, he just had to get through the woods beside the Pinciottis house and he’d be at their door, he dodged Trees and jumped over branches, he was so close, so so so close. He knew he had beaten the killer, he had to. He rounded the corner and saw the cloaked figure. “You son of a bitch” he mumbled out and went to tackle the figure but they were quicker, raising their fist and punching Fez, knocking him down, his vision was blurry but he could see the shape of the figure turning and walking towards the house, he tried to get up but fell back in to the grass and passed out. He had failed and the killer was going straight for Donna.

Fez woke up to sun in his eyes and sounds of Sirens around him, he was sitting on the chair in the Forman’s drive away and around him were cops talking to a crying midge and bob, a few others were talking to the Forman’s and Hyde. “Donna” Fez said and got up but a cop grabbed him. “No let me go I have to- I- Donna” Fez stumbled over his words to the cop then Eric and Hyde walked over.

“Fez, man” Hyde looked down at his boots.

“Fez- Donnas missing…” the words struck the foreigner hard and he shook his head. He couldn’t believe it… he had failed. “I failed… I could have saved her I failed…” Fez mumbled and a tear fell down his cheek. While he was talking with his friends an officer had stepped in. “hey kid, you knew about this?” he asked and fez nodded. “I got a note last night… it’s at my house” Fez took a seat again and the officer looked at him.

“What did it say son?” he asked and Fez gulped. “It said I had to meet with him, or Donna was next… I came here as quick as I could” Fez sniffled. “But he knocked me out and now Donnas missing” Eric laid his hand on Fez’s shoulder. “She’s only missing… there’s still” Eric Choked up. “Still hope” he had to reassure himself that there was no sign of death in the room, he could still get Donna back, and he wouldn’t let her end up like Laurie.

The officer nodded and motioned for Fez to get up. “Come on kid, take us to the room and show us the note you received, we may be able to get something from it” Fez nodded and followed the man to the cruiser, he got in and they raced off, leaving the devastated Eric and Hyde to answer questions and talk with the Pinciottis. Above them sat the empty room that was once clean, but now it was torn apart, bed sheets and blankets were thrown about, books were knocked off shelves and posters were torn, along with the window of the room being shattered.

There was clearly a struggle, a struggle that could have been prevented but wasn’t and now, somewhere out there was the Killer, with Donna. This thought lingered on everyone’s minds.  Especially Eric, it confused him, up until now each murder had been a gruesome show of gore, meant to sicken everyone who saw, but this time the killer had taken Donna. He was toying with them, leading them on. He wanted something, someone. He had to; why else would he kidnap Donna rather than just ending her life right there and then?

“Hyde” Eric pulled his friend aside from the cops and made sure no one was listening. “I think the killer is trying to get at us… maybe even lure us in, why else would he kidnap Donna?”

“Maybe this is about her? Maybe the killer wants to settle something with her, do something with her before…” Hyde gulped and the thought made both boys cringe, thinking of anyone doing something to Donna… it disturbed them.

“Whatever it is we gotta stop him.” Eric clenched his fists. “Rescue Donna and arrest the son of a bitch… I’m her boyfriend… I have to protect her… I have to.”

Hyde nodded and they went back to the others to not seem suspicious. They needed a plan but they couldn’t come up with it with the fuzz everywhere.

Bob and midge were finally done with questioning and were now talking with Red and Kitty. Still in tears, which Red understood but wasn’t thrilled about. “It’ll be okay bob; they’ll find her and bring her home”

Bob nodded and sniffled and midge huddled closer against him. “We lost Tina…we can’t lose Donna, it’s been 5 years… they still haven’t found her” Midge said between sobs and bob held her closer.

“Don’t worry Midge” Red sighed. “the cops are looking and we are looking, there are more clues in this case than before, Donna will be found” Red tried to reassure his neighbors, he didn’t know for sure how things would turn out but he knew that he would try his damndest to find Donna.

“Come inside… let’s sit on the couch and have some pie… I baked three” Kitty had been baking more and more with each bad event that occurred in point place, the fridge was filled with pies and casseroles.  When kitty was sad she baked, and baked, and baked. With so many recent deaths she was none stop baking, giving food out to neighbors and cops alike.

The Pinciottis agreed and the four went inside, whatever they could do to ease the pain, eating pie wouldn’t help anything but it would get their minds off of everything.

 While the adults talked inside Eric and Hyde went to the basement where they began to gather things up, a backpack with flashlights and other camping gear that would aid them on the search for Donna, they would start with Penny’s supermarket as that’s the last place the Killer had asked Eric to meet him at, it was a long shot but it could be his hideout.

Next they would check around the neighborhood, see if there were any places the Killer could hideout. They needed to find him, and quick, he could be hurting Donna, or getting ready to kill her. After they had finished loading the Vista cruiser Eric pulled Buddy’s jacket on and grabbed his baseball bat from the porch.

As he lifted the bat to put it in the car he stopped. “Hyde did you find the bat and bring it back when you found me?”

Hyde shook his head. “Nope, just you. No bat” he was also a little confused by it. Had the killer come back to return the bat? Was the killer that dumb to risk getting caught or was he just that good that he knew he could get away with it?

Either way the bat was back and Eric was gonna use it, and not drop it this time. “Let’s hit the road” he got in the car and started it up, Hyde got in and they shut the doors at the same time then sped off to the supermarket. It was a long shot, and could even waist time, but they had to be sure.

 While the boys got ready to face a killer and save their friend, Fez and the officer were at Fez’s house.  His host parents were standing outside on the porch, they were very upset with Fez but when they saw he had shown up with law enforcement they didn’t say anything. They would talk to him later, along with talking to the officer to get the story on what happened.

Fez led the officer up to his room but when they got there the rock and paper, were gone. The officer looked at Fez and Fez looked back, he was completely dumbfounded, he had left it right there on the ground.

Oddly enough though, glass had been stepped on and broken, Fez hadn’t done that and he pointed that out to the officer. “Mr. Officer I never stepped on any glass” he said shakily and the man leaned down to check it out.

“I’ll call up some men and have them check it out, and you’re sure you left the note right here?” he asked and Fez nodded vigorously. “I dropped it right here when I went downstairs to try and stop the killer” Fez gulped.

“Why would you go after someone who’s taken two lives already? Did you have a death wish?” The officer questioned Fez.  

“Because the note said if I didn’t… Donna was next, I had to do something, I had to save her” Fez felt his throat close up. “I failed her…”

“You didn’t fail her, you did what you thought was right. We will find her and bring her home safely. I promise. You’re lucky to be alive.” The officer laid his hand on fez’s shoulder and Fez nodded.

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I guess I’ll learn for myself, P4

Title: I guess I’ll learn for myself; Chapter 4: You’re coming with me Chapter 3 , Chapter 2, Chapter 1

Pairing: Jack x Reader

Word Count: 5,568

Warnings: possibly an extreme transcendental crisis? A bit of Dean angst? Some fighting. A little background on the orphanage. [If you notice I did not tag something in the warnings please message me to add the warning]

A/N: [Firstly I’d like to thank you for reading and those interested in future chapters @snxffles and @dloves1direction @jadepc @paw-paw-living​ @snxffles@whatthehellisacastiel you are all wonderful. Quick question: do you want me to keep posting summaries of the previous chapter? I’m not sure if it is useful.] Sam and Dean go to investigate a lead on Jack’s location. When they find you, Jack refuses to leave with the Winchesters. In the midst of an attack they realize it’s not safe to leave you behind.

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You come through the diner door and check to make sure there aren’t any people to witness the coming commotion. Just one man drinking a coffee and reading to himself, so this might be safe. “Lu-Luke?” you stammer as you don’t see Luke behind the counter. Muffled noises coming from the back sound like, “Be right out!” You look uneasily from Jack to Sam and turn back to the counter, rocking back and forth on your toes impatiently. “Luke, it’s me.” you chew your lip nervously. Nobody explained to you why they need to meet Luke or why some private tattoo threw them into a whirl of questions. “What’s a matter? That Calvin Klein ad make a run for it again?” Luke’s voice echoes, clearer but still invisible.

Jack tilts his head in confusion and you squirm in discomfort, hoping Luke doesn’t say anything revealing or embarrassing. “Actually, his name is Jack...” “Well, I’ve just pulled an apple pie out, so,” he comes through the door wiping his hands on his apron, “you can tell me all-” He looks up at you and the three men surrounding you, “-about it.” He drops his apron and reaches for something under his counter. “Apple? Hope there’s enough to share.” Dean cracks and steps in front of you. Luke has a shotgun aimed right at Dean’s shoulder, and you gasp a breath of surprise. You’re not surprised Luke has a firearm, but you didn’t even see him slide it out from under the counter, and you are very confused about why he is pulling it on this stranger. “Not keen on sharing I see.” Dean quips, but doesn’t flinch in the face of the barrel. “You’ve got three seconds to tell me why you’re standing behind Y/N, terrifying the shit out of my friend.” Luke keeps a steady aim while Dean and Sam look at one another knowingly. Dean stands up straight and Sam moves up next to him. They expose their chest markings and you shake your head in confusion. What is this? Why did they have the same tattoo? Well it wasn’t very creative or extravagant, so it’s not a surprise to see a similar tattoo on someone, but every detail was the same. The star was the same shape, the waving spikes swirling around it, every last bit matched up mark for mark. You looked to Luke for an explanation. He nodded at the brothers and waved you all into the back room.  The guys walked through and as you nervously walked up to Luke he put a hand on your shoulder. He didn’t speak but he gave you a look that you interpreted as What have you gotten yourself into. Everybody settled down at a square wooden table. Luke pulled up a 5th chair, putting his hand to one of his temples as he sat down.

 “First it was a Djinn. It took her and showed her a life we couldn’t have. A family, child of our own. I almost lost her to the dream. I found her in an old abandoned home and that thing was feeding off of her. I snapped and blew it’s head off before it noticed me standing there. Poor Rebecca. It took months for her to recover after that. Losing the fantasy of what could have been was really rough on her. That’s how we ended up at Y/N’s orphanage. We thought of maybe trying to make it happen. But that image was stuck in her head. She couldn’t find a child like the one she saw, and she couldn’t replace that imaginary child with a real one.”

 You gaped at Luke, your mouth wide open. What in the seven circles of Dante’s hell was he talking about? What the fuck is a...Gin? You’d never heard why Luke and Rebecca came to your orphanage, but you figured like all other people it was to adopt a child.  You feel something warm on your lap, but you feel like you are floating outside of your body. You suppose it never made sense that they came to an orphanage and never adopted a child... but.. but..  “Wait,” you try to wrap your head around what Luke is saying, “I’ve never,” you look up at Luke and stare deeply into his eyes. Neither one of you moves a muscle for a few beats but a squeeze on your thigh makes you continue, “You never told me this story.” you breath out the words in a harsh rasp.  Luke continued to stare at you, not changing his expression of grief and even beneath his tough exterior you can also read pain.  “Why are you telling these strangers?” Your voice comes out coarse and full of anger, “Luke, why do they have our tattoo?” you lean toward Luke and your face feels hot, and you might be crying because suddenly Jack is wiping your face with his hand. You don’t push him away but you don’t break your gaze from Luke.  “You said we did it for Rebecca. Luke why do they have our tattoo?” When Luke’s mouth hangs open you realize he isn’t going to answer you. Turning to the two men you hiss at them, “Did you know Rebecca?” you pound your fist on the table.  “No.” Dean crosses his arms and waits for you to calm down. Sam understands emotions well enough to predict you aren’t just going to cool off in a few minutes so he tries to engage your focus, “Y/N, we didn’t know Rebecca. But we think that Luke might know something about who we are,” Sam leans toward you at the table, trying to turn your attention to him.  “Hunters.” Luke says sternly, but he is looking at Jack who is trying to pull your hand closer to him, clearly as confused and frenzied as you at the moment.  “Wha-what does that mean?” You finally turn your body to Sam waiting for an explanation.

 “We kill things. Demons, werewolves, other bad things.” Sam motions with his hands to invisible forces on the table. You sneer at Sam in disbelief but wait for more before you decide if you should believe anything.  “Our tattoo, it’s an anti-possession symbol. To keep demons from inhabiting your body.” Sam tugs on his collar peeking out the top of the matching tattoo.

 “So Rebecca was what.. a demon? What does this have to do with us?” you feel empty inside, hesitant to believe anybody at this point - including Luke.

 “She tried to make a deal with a crossroads demon.” Luke speaks up, but you don’t want to snap at him so you don’t face him, “She thought we could get the dream the Djinn showed her... but things didn’t turn out-”  “Why should I believe anything you say now?” You say venomously to Luke. He reaches for your free hand, and you want to recoil from him but something prevents you from moving.  “We’ve been in each other’s lives for so long. Why do these strangers make you question everything about that?” Luke pleads with his eyes.  “I don’t want to doubt you...” You say to Luke and turn your face away, noticing Jack whose eyes look like they might pop out at any moment. You relax your grip on his hand, something you must have been doing unconsciously. “It’s hard not to question everything when two people show up with our private memory of Rebecca tattooed on their chests.. practically in the same exact spot as ours.” You drop your gaze to Jack’s feet, “It’s really difficult to believe, Luke, you have to see that. Why didn���t you talk to me about this earlier?” you whisper, even though everybody is less than 3 feet from each other.  “I wanted you to live a normal life.” Luke’s voice cracked.

 “You didn’t give me a choice?” The bottom of your vision is blurry.

 “Would you turn away from that world if you knew?” Luke says very seriously and you blink away tears. You suddenly feel pretty sober. He might be right.

 “Hate to cut your world revelation short, but maybe you can think about this on your own time.” Dean leans forward and you nod at Luke, leaning back in your chair out of his reach.  “What Dean means to ask is how involved are you in the Supernatural life?” Sam pipes in before Dean starts pressing people the wrong way. Again.  “I hunt locally. Nothing I can’t drive to and come back to work in the morning.” Luke sighs, not used to divulging this part of his life to anybody.  “Not much comes through here.” Luke crosses his arms in reflection of Dean and looks right at him, “Including hunters.”

 “Well you missed one.” Dean retorts, squinting his eyes at Luke.

 “Um, we were attacked.” Sam points his thumb in your direction, “In Y/N’s apartment.”

  Luke tenses up and glances you over to make sure you’re okay. Just then he notices a very faint bruise on your neckline, something he thought might have been a shadow from poor lighting in the diner when he saw it earlier.  “We protected her.” Dean digs in to Luke.

 Sam ignores Dean and continues, “Did you happen to notice any strange activity around here? Maybe some time before Jack came here?” Sam asks Luke directly.

 “No, not that came in to the diner. And I should have wards up in Y/N’s apartment...” Luke rubs the stubble on his chin attempting to recollect any useful information.

 “Wards?” you say under your breath in awe of the whole conversation. What were wards?

 Nobody paid attention to you, except Jack who has sat silently next to you this whole conversation. You guessed maybe the brothers made him nervous.

 “Are you sure this isn’t something you brought into town?” Luke questions Sam, “Didn’t see anything before you got here.” Luke implies glaring at Dean.

 Dean scoffs and shakes his head, “Yeah, or maybe you’re not as sharp as you thought you were.”

 Sam holds a hand out in front of Dean, “Actually, that might...” Sam trails off and you look between the two brothers and Luke. Dean is scowling at Sam until something dawns on him and his face drops, while Luke seems to want an answer from them just as much as you.  “The bunker.” Dean groans. Sam looks at Jack and starts to recount, “Something came after Jack a few days ago,” when Dean interrupts, “It was a few somethings.”  “When I came here?” Jack speaks up, making everyone face him for a moment. You think back to Jack’s arrival and start to wonder out loud, “When you said you were from Lebanon...” you remember how ambiguous he was about where he was staying and why he was in town.  “I teleported here.” Jack affirms. Luke raises an eyebrow at him, “Teleported?” he narrows his eyes skeptically at Jack, back to his usual mistrust of everyone. That makes sense now... constantly questioning other people’s motives.   “Jack has...powers.” Sam spreads his hands in the air in a motion that is unclear. Luke looks Jack over and notices you nodding. Both his eyebrows shoot up and he cracks a smile, “Really!?”

 “Listen, what are we gonna do about this one?” Dean thrusts his thumb towards you and you feel offended by his complete dehumanization of you.  “You don’t have to DO anything about me.” you scowl. Luke leans forward ignoring your outburst, “What do you mean?” he assertively requests from Sam.   “You’ve been marked, sweetheart.” Dean enunciates his sentence with a thrust of his finger in your direction, “And unless you’ve got advanced Krav Maga training somewhere,” he waves a hand all over in front of you, “Hidden somewhere there, then we need to figure out a plan for how to keep you safe.” Dean declares.

 “Well, I’ve got her just fine. Have so for the better part of a decade.” Luke announces.  “Great. One less runt for me.” Dean throws his hands into the air. Sam elbows him in the ribcage and asks, “Has she ever been specifically targeted before?”

 You cannot believe that they are just carrying on having a discussion about your future right before your eyes without addressing you at all, “Excuse me-” you start and Jack talks over everybody, “I’m not leaving Y/N.” you turn to him and smile at his chivalry, until Luke butts in, “Gotten very close, have we?” Your eye twitches and you groan. “Weren’t we just splitting scones yesterday because he was jerking your chain?” Luke poignantly adds.  You wiggle in your seat, unable to protest his claims. It is rather strange that Jack has grown so attached to you in just two day’s time. I mean you’re no Venus, it’s not like men die at your feet on a regular basis.  “I won’t leave Y/N again.” Jack proclaims without any question in his voice. His gallant effort renders you speechless, feeling like you are in a fairy tale game.

 “That’s just super. Well we can’t exactly leave you here with Grandpa Rick. I guess we’re back to square 2.” Dean slaps his forehead and Luke shoots him a nasty look of disapproval.  “I don’t exactly trust Y/N with you.” Luke disapproves.  “Well Luke, I’m an adult, I can choose for myself.” you mention, “But Luke is right, I don’t really know you either.” you add.  “I know them.” Jack chirps and you consider their proposition. “I guess as long as I’m with Jack I’ll feel safe.”  “Why, can he teleport other people too?” Luke questions.  “We’re not sure.” Sam admits, making Dean punch him in the shoulder, Jack look to you nervously, and Luke look to Sam in astonishment, “You’re not sure? What? What is this, his first day with powers?”  “Kind of..” Sam adds, earning him another hit from Dean, “Stop it, Dean!”  “You’re giving away too much information, Sammy. Keep it brief, this isn’t book club.” Dean chimes, running out of patience yet again.

 Everybody freezes when they hear the clink of ceramic falling outside the door.

 Dean mouths to Sam “Demon?” and Sam turns to Luke motioning to the ceiling, “You have traps?” he whispers and Luke nods his head. Jack steps protectively in front of you but Dean puts his arm out in front of Jack, “Hang on there Romeo.” Dean whispers and shakes his head.  Luke grabs his shotgun and walks ahead of everyone, reaching for the door knob.

You feel an arm around your waist, just as Luke throws the door open. You see Jack in front of you so you are puzzled and you’re about to scream when a hand comes over your mouth.  “It’s clear.” Luke says as he turns back to the brothers and sees you being pulled back into the shadows, “HEY STOP!” Luke shouts and aims his shot gun, but he knows he can’t fire it while you are held in front of the creature.  Dean and Sam spin around, pulling their guns out in one swift movement. Jack is spinning around in confusion and when he sees you he screams, “NO!”  A glowing beam of golden light extends from Jack to you and you feel electricity crackle around you. The arms release from around you and you hear something hit the wall far behind you.  “Y/N COME HERE!” Luke panics and runs up, aiming his shotgun at the wall. As he passes you he blasts a shell to the back of the room, but you see the round doesn’t affect your attacker. You look over Luke’s shoulder and notice it’s the man who was drinking his coffee in the diner when you entered.  “I’ve got you.” Jack whispers in your ear as he wraps his arms around your shoulders.  Dean shoots from his revolver and the man disappears. “Did you get him?” Luke shouts over his shoulder as he carefully turns in circles, checking the rest of the room.  Dean runs over to the corner where he shot, “No bullet. It must be in him.” He runs his hand over the wall to make sure he didn’t miss a hole.  “Those were demon rounds. Devil’s trap carved into the bullet.” Sam puffs in exasperation.  “The wards on the ceiling didn’t affect him either.” Luke has a worry in his voice like he’s never encountered something of this magnitude.

 “You can’t get me.” A low voice growls by Sam and immediately Sam swings a dagger to his side, but his arm stops mid-air, blocked by the mysterious man’s wrist.  “SAM!” Jack shouts next to your ear so you cringe, but keep your eye on the fight.  “We’re fine, Jack get out of here with Y/N!” he shouts back between lunges and deflective movements.  The man snaps his head to Jack and he licks his lips hungrily. He crouches like he is about to pounce at you, and Jack starts shaking, “NO!” He screams again, practically bursting your eardrum, making you squeeze your eyes shut this time.

 Something foggy enters your brain. You try to breath in but you realize your mouth is inaccessible to you. You don’t quite understand how that is possible, but you don’t feel it there. You don’t feel your face. You don’t feel your Legs. You don’t feel your elbows or your bones. That constant ache in your tailbone is missing, like it was erased from you. Your thoughts are still cloudy, like all you see is the back of your eyelids. But your eyes which are normally a little dry or a little wet or a little sore don’t feel like any of that right now. You feel pieces of you drifting away from yourself. Bit by bit you are gone, and bit by bit you are smaller and lighter. You don’t remember anything about yourself. You don’t remember a life before Jack. You don’t even have a panic about not being able to recall anything of your former life. Your recognition of life in itself beings to slip away.  Your brain is no longer fuzzy, but now it is blocky. Like a computer defragmenting it’s hard drive in the middle of the night. Everything is taken apart and you see it floating by in front of you, although your vision hasn’t returned. Different foods are presenting their images to you side by side like a table made of graphs. Sports and balls and different dances are aligning like a scatter plot that is starting to connect together before you. It seems strange to you now, as you realize this doesn’t make any sense. None of these things are memories. It’s like knowledge is organizing itself in a physical entity in your presence. Nothingness surrounds this school of information, but somehow in the center you see everything filling in from the middle outwards, until you cannot see the nothingness anymore.  You see a finger next to a couple of ears and you recognize a freckle on a cheek beside an a kneecap below an ankle. That is your freckle. You’ve known and hated that freckle all your life. No. You don’t hate that freckle. Come to me, freckle. You beckon to all of the body parts, I love you. Come be with me. You call to them like little pieces of one big image that you want to see together. The toes bundle together and the arch of the foot holds them in place, and the heel anchors the foot. You calmly watch as the whole image blends together smoothly. You want to smile but your mouth is still missing a link. You see a pair of lips move slightly into a curl and you see the chin below it connect to the rest of the image. It becomes a person. It becomes you.  Your mind starts filling with feelings. You panic for a sliver of a moment. How can this be? You stir with confusion in the next moment. How can this be? You are amazed for an instant. How can this be? Part of a millisecond you feel fear. How can this be? You cycle through emotions as your brain begins to process your life and existence and what surely must be a mirror in front of your face.  You want to reach a hand up, but you are still light and weightless. But you aren’t floating. You are anchored in a place of non-existence. You feel a brush of cold start to form in your face. The cold turns to a flush of hotness. Wetness inside your mouth. You tingle as you lick your lips. My mouth! You feel tiny nerve endings crawl down your neck and prickle with jittery alarm. Something scratches under your shoulders. Your chest pounds with blood and anticipation. Your stomach tickles uncomfortably. A thorn of pain spikes in your lower back.  You realize the body is not in front of you, but you look down and see every part of you. I loved you. You strangely thought to yourself. This is so surreal. It’s like I was another person. You vibrate with sensations around your body. It’s like I wasn’t a person at all. You tense your muscles and relax them, almost by involuntary command.

 You feel a warmth envelop you like a blanket made of air and sunlight.

 You open your eyes and look around. You spin back toward Jack, “We teleported!” you say amused and excited. You bounce on the pads of your feet and feel renewed and lively. You throw your arms around him and tighten your body against him.

 “Is that what you feel like every time?” You roar at him in awe.

 “Feel like what?” He leans into you, placing his head in the crook of your neck.

 “Uh, feels,” you look at your hands behind Jack’s head. You open and close them trying to recollect something, “feels, um,” you put your open hand on the back of his head, cradling him and feeling happy and realizing you’ve forgotten what he asked you.  “I don’t know, you feel nice like this.” You exhale into him, feeling your bodies close and intertwined; as much as a hug can do to make you feel connected.

 “THERE!” a faint cry projects to your ears from somewhere to the North.

 You pull back from Jack and he attempts to continue to lean on you, but you place your hands on his shoulders to ground him.  You look up and realize you are under the tree where he first saw you. You flutter your eyes to the sunlight filtering through the leaves, beaming directly into your eyes. You face Jack and smile, not quite sure how he brought you here, but feeling a tiny pull at your heart.

 You whoop as he taps his lips to yours, catching you by surprise.

 “I thought it might be here.” Sam reaches you, barely even panting. Dean is right behind him and he pats Sam’s shoulder, “Good thinking. And you, good job kid, not too far this time.” Dean throws a thumbs up and nods at Jack.  Luke catches up a few seconds later, panting and sweating. He looks at Jack and you in disbelief, “Teleport? For real?” he wipes his forehead and stands up straight, quickly regaining his stamina.  “Why would he lie?” you laugh, and Luke very gravely looks at you, “Why wouldn’t I think that was a lie?” he shakes his head, “You are going to need to really tighten up your complete trust of strangers.”  “Hey, I don’t!” You start to protest and see someone strolling with their dog along the park trail. You nervously look around and state, “Maybe we shouldn’t be out in the open like this?”  “You’re right. But where can we trust? They’ve already marked your apartment, and the diner.” Sam debriefs.

 You chew on your lip nervously, and look to Luke to help you think. He puts his hands on his hips and meets your eyes, gathering his thoughts together.  As he bolts upright you make the same realization and simultaneously you say, “The Garage!”  Sam looks between you two with a wrinkled brow, “Alright, can we go there now?”  “Yeah, it’s just a 40 minute drive.” Luke says and pats his pockets down for his keys.  “Your garage is 40 minutes away?” Dean says insolently, screwing up his face into a judgy scoff.  “We just call it the Garage. It’s where Luke taught me to drive.” you wave your hand dismissively.  “Well if you have a problem your golden boy can flash you there.” Luke flippantly remarks at Dean.

 Sam looks between the two men and inserts himself between them, “That won’t be necessary.”  “I don’t know how to do that.” Jack says mellowly looking down as you grab his hand.  “What do you mean you don’t know? You just did that!” Luke shakes his head in exasperation.  “He can’t completely control it yet.” Sam defends, looking sympathetically at Jack.  “Anyway, we don’t have time for this, how do we get to this shack?” Dean rolls his eyes and scoffs at all of us.

 “Follow my truck.” Luke says, starting to jog back toward the diner. Dean and Sam run up behind him and quickly explain, “We parked over by Y/N’s apartment, we’ll be back when we get the car.”  Luke nods and they start running in another direction when Dean checks over his shoulder and shouts, “Hey! Kid, you coming?” and you poke Jack in the ribs, nodding over at Dean.  Jack shook his head and Dean groaned and turned back toward them, “Come on, let’s go.” he commanded Jack.  Jack linked his arm into yours, wordlessly making his position known.

 Luke hears all of the shouting and turns around, stopping his track, “What’s going on?” he calls back at everybody. Sam just rejoined you and he looks between Dean and the two of you, “What’s up” He says between panting.  “Ken doesn’t want to be without his Barbie.” Dean waves at you in frustration. Sam puts his hands on his head, getting very tired of playing the mediator.  “Come on, you said yourself, we don’t have time for this. Let’s all go in my truck.” Luke says and turns to run off to avoid the drama.  Sam shrugs at Dean and pushes him in the direction Luke is running.

 “But what about Baby! You don’t know what kind of area this-” Dean starts protesting.

 “Dean, it’ll be fine. I’m sure it’s fine, don’t be ridiculous.” Sam gives Dean one last shove and runs up ahead.

 You choose to ignore whatever just happened, but not before you note Dean’s disappointed pout as you run by his sloping form.

 Once everybody gets to the truck Luke starts it up and you instinctively reach for the front passenger side door. Jack tugs on your arm quizzically and you say, “Oh.”  You step back to go into the back but Sam was already getting into the seat when he looks up at you two.  “Oh,” he repeats and starts to go around the car when he runs into Dean.

 “What are you doing?” Dean says, bucking Sam back.

 “They’re-” Sam starts, pointing in your direction when Dean picks up on the suggestion, “Oh no-no no no no.” Dean shakes his head, “You’re not sticking me back there with Harry and Sally. No way.” Dean crosses his arms.  “Would you rather sit with Luke?” Sam suggests knowing Dean would hate the thought. As he predicted Dean tensed up and sneered.  “This is silly, I’ll just-” you start to turn back but Jack pleads with you using large, sad eyes. You can’t help but sigh and give in to his silent demands.

 “Just get in already!” Luke slaps the side of his door, idling behind the wheel.

 “Whatever.” Dean thrusts Sam to the side and walks around him up to the front seat. He gets in and slams the door, earning a side glare from Luke.

 “Okay.” Sam awkwardly gets into the truck. You slide in from the other side and Jack gets in beside you. Leaning over him you shut the door and buckle up his seatbelt. When you reach for your own middle buckle you realize just how massive Sam is next to you.  He shifts around so you can reach the belt and holds on to the frame of the car uncomfortably, “Sorry,” he whispers and you offer him a weary smile.

 The ride over is uncomfortable. Between Jack and Sam you are actually very warm and they are both quite soft, but the tension in the air you could cut with a knife.  “We’re going to have to take Y/N with us.” Dean starts reluctantly. Luke gapes at Dean, shifting his head from the road to Dean and back. He is trying to keep a grip on the steering wheel, which begins to turn his knuckles white.  You decide not to immediately get involved with the conversation, but you feel Jack put some pressure on you with his shoulder.  “So we’re in agreement?” Dean says shortly.

 Luke checks you in his rearview mirror, crows feet around his eyes looking especially deep and weary.  Sam turns his head from the window toward Dean, but doesn’t open his mouth yet.  You look at Jack and your body relaxes when you see he is grinning at you victoriously.  Dean taps his fingers impatiently on the arm rest of the door. He is looking straight ahead at the road, but suddenly he spins around and looks at all three of you in the back seat.  “I don’t know the right answer here, but we definitely can’t leave Y/N unprotected.” Sam raises his head to the rearview mirror, trying to catch Luke.  “That fine with you?” Dean bobs his head at Jack, “You’ll come with us then?” Dean clarifies.  Before Jack says anything Luke speaks up, “I don’t like this idea. But I don’t..” Luke lightly slaps the steering wheel and catches his breath. He pulls up to a gravel road and stops the car to turn and face you in the back seat. Dean leans back toward the door, giving Luke space.

 “Y/N, whatever that was... I’ve never seen something that powerful. I don’t know what is going on with this Jack kid, but it’s beyond my abilities to protect you.” He reaches out his hand to your hands on your knees, “I want to keep you close to me every moment and keep you safe, but I know that’s not a possibility.”  You nod at him somberly and cup his hand in yours. He faintly rubs his thumb over your knuckles, “These people can keep you safe. They might not be the best people, or the most trustworthy, but they don’t seem to want you to die either.” he slants a half smile at you and you lean forward, hugging his neck and quietly speak, “I know. I love you too, Luke.”  Your heart squeezes tightly in your chest as he pats your back sternly and leans back to put the car in drive.

 You roll the rest of the way down the driveway in silence. After a quarter mile the truck reaches the industrial looking building, parking in a large empty paved lot.

 “Alright, we’ll show you how to get into contact with us if anything important happens,” Sam begins to explain as everybody gets out of the car.  Luke and Sam walk up ahead into the building, and the rest of you follow through the door. Luke flicks the lights on and large overhead bulbs flash showing a mostly empty, hangar looking interior. He walks over to a desk and shows Sam some radios and notebooks he has stacked up relatively neatly.  Dean leads up to them and remarks, “We also noticed you were using some outdated symbols, we have some more powerful information to help you out.”

 You feel a giddy mix of emotions. Excitement and fear and hopefulness.

 There are absolutely no expectations for what comes next. It’s like someone telling you they are about to reveal a color you’ve never seen later the next day. It’s all suspense and part of you is unable to bear it, while another part is too nervous for your world to change. You would like to keep quietly living by the park and eating danishes at Luke’s on Wednesdays and reading about fantasy stories in canvas bound books you buy from your meager pay.

 You take a deep, eager breath.

 Jack stands over you like a totem, looking like something beautiful and unknown and important.

 “What makes you so interesting?” you ask pensively.

 “I guess everybody was waiting for me to be born.” he rationalized, although you felt it was cryptic and haughty.

 “What makes me so interesting?” you decide to find out while you were feeling like asking about things you were wondering internally.

 “I guess you’re the person I was waiting to meet.” Jack says also very factually and rationally. The words were romantic, but his voice was almost scientific, making you wonder if it is an arrogant action to take joy in his statement.

 “You’re not being very clear.” You blush as his eyes reach deeply into you.

 “Y/N, you showed me that not everything is very clear the first time you look.” Jack placed a hand on your face and smiled as you leaned in to his touch.

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Could u please do an imagine where ur pregnant and Garcia and the girls take ur coffee away from u and force u to have a healthy smoothie and Luke's sitting there laughing but u make him go healthy too 😂😂 I'm watching greys anatomy and Arizona just made Callie drink the 'goop'

Omg I love that scene in Grey’s! I can definitely imagine this one! Enjoy

Coffee Ban

Fandom: Criminal MindsPairing: Luke Alvez x ReaderPrompt: Request

Description: You loved coffee. So, if you couldn’t have it…neither could Luke.

An exhausted sigh left your lips as you sank into your chair, hands gripped tightly around the steaming cup of hot coffee. You had never needed the drink more. Your hand drifted to your stomach, fondly tracing the tiny bump.

Even though you were still in the early stages of pregnancy, it was already becoming increasingly uncomfortable for you. Changing your sleeping position and constantly having to get up to go the bathroom had left you tired and slightly irritable.

You took an appreciative sniff of the black liquid, the steam warming your face pleasantly. The relief you got just from its strong scent was almost laughable. You could already feel your senses waking up at the prospect of finally getting to enjoy a cup of coffee.

You sneakily glanced around to check the bullpen was empty. Luke had been dragged off by Garcia, undoubtedly to receive a lecture on how he should be carrying all your bags into work now. All your other coworkers desk were fortunately abandoned, most of them still making their way into the office.

A smug smile played on your face as you victoriously drummed your fingers against the paper cup. Yesterday, you had recruited Reid to your team. His extensive knowledge providing you with all the scientific evidence you needed to prove to your colleagues that you were entitled to one cup of coffee a day – 200mg of caffeine to be precise.

You would savour every last granule.

However, before you managed to get the cup to your mouth, a hand swept in to seize your beloved coffee from you. A shriek of outrage and surprise escaped your lips as you glared angrily up at JJ.

“Excuse you.” You reached forward to swipe the cup back from her, growling in frustration as she took a step back. “Please JJ, I’m tired.”

You decided to resort to whining in the hopes that the blonde would take pity on you. Surely, she understood – having been pregnant twice – not to get in the way of a woman and her coffee.

You heard Emily laugh softly at your dismay, finding your pouting incredibly funny rather than effective. She patted you gently on the shoulder as you smoldered angrily at the three women now surrounding your desk. At least Tara had the decency to conceal her laughter, her shoulders shaking under the strain as she tried to compose herself.

A gasp of disbelief escaped your throat as JJ took a grateful swig of the coffee you had been dreaming about since you had woken up this morning.

“But I’d won. Reid backed me up.” You cried, but your desperate protests only made your team members laugh harder. Your intervention yesterday had apparently gone less well than you had believed.

“Well, Reid’s not here now.” Prentiss told you, smirking at the fury in your eyes as you hissed angrily about how you preferred the BAU’s resident genius to them all anyway.

Tara laughed softly, tapping your leg supportively. “But…we did get you a lovely replacement.”

You shot her a curious glance, genuinely intrigued by what she meant. Maybe, they had found a pregnancy-friendly coffee.

However, your face fell hysterically as Garcia plonked a plastic cup in front of you, the contents extremely unappealing.

“A smoothie?” You uttered the words with absolute distain. “If I wanted fruit I’d eat it. Not drink it crushed up through a straw.” You wrinkled your nose as you shoved the green-coloured mush away from you. Even the smell was making you feel a little nauseous.

“But the wonderful Penelope Garcia went through all this trouble to get you this lovely drink Y/N.” JJ grinned at your evident disgust. After all, they had all expected your resistance to the change in your morning routine.

Ever since you had joined the bureau, a coffee cup had been practically glued to your hand. But, they loved you and were so excited for the new addition to the BAU family, that they had decided to risk your wrath.

You shook your head, folding your arms across your chest determinedly. “I don’t do pulp.” There were few things you believed in more than the fact drinks with bits in them were a repulsive crime.

The arrival of Luke provided you with an opportunity to fight back. As the father of your baby, he had to take your side. If not, he would be sleeping on the sofa for the foreseeable future.

“Luke, tell them I don’t do pulp.”

He chuckled softly, recalling the time when he had accidentally given you freshly squeezed orange juice for breakfast. The look of horror on your face would be etched in his mind forever.

“You don’t do pulp.” He nodded his head in confirmation at your words, his lips curving upwards into a wide grin.

You smirked victoriously at your female colleagues. But, your victory was short-lived.

“But, they’re trying to help you…and, for what it’s worth, I think the smoothie is a good idea.”

He ducked as you chucked a ball of paper at his head, his shoulders shaking with laughter at your apparent distress.

“Well, seen as you don’t have a womb, your opinion doesn’t count Luke.”

You frowned as you realised that you had given the four women stood beside you ammunition for their argument. An exasperated whine echoed around the room as you poked the straw at the slimy green substance.

They all just laughter at your expense. As you glanced upwards to glare angrily at them, you spotted something which only incensed you further. The coffee cup sitting proudly on Luke’s desk.

“No way.” You pointed accusingly at the drink, motioning for JJ to grab it. “If I can’t have coffee, you can’t have coffee.”

Luke opened his mouth to protest, but you silenced him.

“This-” You gestured down to your stomach. “-is your baby too Agent Alvez. So, no more coffee for you…or alcohol.”

You folded your arms across your chest in satisfaction, raising your eyebrows as if daring him to challenge your order. It was only fair. In fact, you were providing your boyfriend with the perfect opportunity to endorse gender equality.

A sheepish smile spread across his face as he glanced down sadly at his coffee. He knew you had a point. Plus, you adored your morning coffee and he did feel slightly guilty about all the things you had to give up. If it would help you through your pregnancy, he would do it.

“Fine.” He sighed heavily, walking over to reluctantly hand the cup over the JJ. “I’m on a coffee ban with you.”

Knowing smirks played on all the women’s faces as they congratulated themselves on hounding their fellow agent into submission. Even Garcia found it slightly sweet that Luke had sacrificed his coffee for you. Not quite as a noble sacrifice as in fairytales, but all the same.

Luke smiled at you softly as he bent down to press a tender kiss onto your temple.

“I’ll go to find you a smoothie without pulp.”

 As you lovingly stared at his retreating figure, you couldn’t help but realise how lucky you were to have him…despite having to surrender your beloved caffeine.