#and all i could think of was jj and chase playing together and pretending to have a music off
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RRRRRRRRRR JAMESON AND CHASE PLAYING THIS TOGETHER WITH JAMESON ON VIOLIN/FIDDLE AND CHASE ON GUITAR
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bing and anti have a right ol' brain goop moment as they watch their boyfriends be hot as hell while playing
#ashton is talking#listening to my personal playlist when this song came up#and all i could think of was jj and chase playing together and pretending to have a music off#and there's bing and anti standing in the doorway together faces full of blush#cuz lord help them they are down BAD for their bfs#Youtube
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Never Have I Ever
Pairings: Rudy x Fem!Co-star!Reader
Warnings: Dual POV, Surprise kiss, alcohol, handjob, oral (both), unprotected p in v, etc.
Summary: You play Never Have I Ever in an interview and secrets get revealed.
Authors Note: This is my first Rudy fic and my first fic in a long time! Should I do more Rudy Fics in the future? Not proof-read and sorry it's so long! Let me know what you think!
"Hello and welcome back! I'm here with some of the cast of Outer Banks, not everyone was able to make it tonight, but we are happy to have all of you!" The TV host announced to the camera.
"Please go around the couch and introduce yourselves!" They said extremely excited. "Sup, I'm JD, I play Pope." "Hey, I'm Chase, I play John B." "Hi, I'm Rudy Pankow, I get to play JJ Maybank." "Hi guys! I'm Y/F/N Y/L/N! I play Harper!" "Heyyyyy everybodyyyyy I'm Carlacia Grant, I play Cleo!" "And I'm Drew Starkey, I play Rafe Cameron."
Everyone in the audience clapped when the cast was done with their introductions.
"We asked you, the audience, which game you'd like to see them play, and the answer that came out on top was *drum rolls with their fingers on the desk* Never Have I Ever!" The audience cheers, clearly excited to get all the juicy details.
"Now you guys can't get mad at me! These questions were asked by the viewers." The host lets out a laugh. "Sure, we all know these are the spicy questions you want the answer to." JD teases causing the host and audience to laugh.
"Let's get started! You each get a paddle with Have and Have Not on it. You'll turn the paddle depending on your answer, seem simple enough?" The host smiles. "You sure we can't do anything else with the paddle?" Chase smirked with a giggle, which made everyone start laughing. "Dirty mind Chase!" The host announced. "I never said what for!" Chase turned to Rudy and hit him on the arm with the paddle. Rudy didn't even say ow, he just began to pretend to cry.
The audience was loving everything they were hearing from you all. So far the cast has admitted to pranking people on set, forgetting lines, showing up late, improvising lines, things about childhood, some more explicit questions, etc. It was down to the last few questions at this point. Everyone was having fun just sitting and answering these questions, they all learned a bit more about each other.
Y/N's POV:
I can't stand the anxiety I felt when I heard the next question. I didn't want to lie because I'm not a good liar, but I also didn't want anyone to know. "Never Have I Ever had a crush on-set!" The host smiled, waiting for the drama that will ensue with this question.
One by one everyone changed their paddles.
Drew: Never
Carlacia: Never
Chase: I Have
JD: Never
Me: I Have
Rudy: I Have
My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw Rudy's paddle flip, but I tried to hide my reaction.
Rudy's POV:
She flipped her paddle to 'I Have'...I don't know if I should be hurt or excited about this. I wonder if she knows. I looked over to Y/N to make sure I wasn't seeing things and her eyes were already on me. I watched as she quickly changed her gaze to something different, it seems like she was flustered or embarrassed.
Y/N's POV:
After our interview was over, we all decided to go grab some dinner together. JD, Chase, and Rudy sat across from Drew, Carlacia and I. After we all ordered we just started a casual conversation about wrapping up filming.
As I reached for my drink I felt a pair of eyes on me. I looked up and immediately spotted Rudy looking at me, he seemed kind of nervous and quickly looked away. I couldn't stop my wandering thoughts. My eyes traveled to his hair, his beautiful, soft, blonde hair that looked so tuggable. I looked at his lips, those plush pink lips, I'd love to feel them on every inch of my body. My teeth bit the inside of my lip as I started feeling a wetness pool between my legs.
I excused myself from the table so I could use the restroom and get my thoughts in order. As I walked out of the bathroom I almost bumped into someone. Without looking up I say sorry. Before I could react I was slammed against the hallway wall with lips pressed against mine. My eyes widened as I realized who has me pinned against the wall.
Rudy's POV:
I couldn't keep myself contained anymore. I said I had to go to the bathroom a few minutes after she left, just so I could have a private moment with her. I just needed to talk. I needed to reveal my true feelings for her, I've sat back in silence for far too long. I thought I would have more time to think about what I would say, but instead she came out of the bathroom almost immediately after I got to the hallway. I panicked, I had no idea what to do so I grabbed her and pinned her to the wall, attached my lips to hers. We both moaned into the kiss and that's when we realized the kiss lasted longer than expected.
The two of us pulled away and stared at each other in shock. "We'll talk later." Is what she whispered to me before heading to the table. I hid in the bathroom for a few minutes before heading back to the others.
Y/N's POV:
'What the hell just happened?' Is what I kept asking myself. It came out of nowhere. When I sat back down Carlacia looked at me with a smirk. I give her a look that says 'what?'. She responded with a whisper in my ear. "Your lipstick is all smudged." She giggled and handed me a compact mirror. I hurry to grab it from her and inspect my makeup.
I felt someone's eyes on me and looked up. Rudy's mouth was covered in red lipstick. Carlacia was the only one to notice and you could easily tell by her face that she was shocked. So were we. Before he could make it to the table I pulled him back to that same hallway as before. "Woah- what'd I do now?" He questioned. I only held the mirror up to his face in response. "You didn't look in the mirror before coming back out?!" I whisper shouted. He only shrugged to my question.
I decided to check the women's restroom and realized no one was in there. I hurriedly pulled him in and towards the sinks after I shut and locked the entrance. I grabbed some paper towels and wet them so he could take off the makeup. "Can you take it off for meee?" He asked so sweetly with those gorgeous, enchanting, blue, puppy dog eyes. I smile and get close to him, inspecting his mouth. His hands found my hips and held me close. My hand with the paper towel found his face and I was going so slow, I didn't want this to end. In fact I wanted to grab him by the face and do it a thousand more times. Those perfect lips.. and I was able to feel them on one part that I needed him tonight, how lucky am I? Gotta get those lips everywhere else next.
We locked eyes for a moment. Rudy looked hungry for more. Before I could ask him anything, he backed me up against the wall as his lips attacked mine again. My hand dropped the paper towel from the sudden jolt. Our eyes were closed but I felt his hands wandering my body. As his fingers inched closer to where I needed him most he pulled away but his arms trapped me against the wall.
"It's me right...it was about me?" He asked with a slight amount of pain in his voice. I looked at him confused. "w-wha-" Before I could even finish my question he interrupted me. "Don't play dumb, you're a smart girl. The game. Your answer to the last question..." He stated with hurt riddling his face. I realized he was talking about the game of never have I ever back at the interview. "Rudy...who else would it be about??" I questioned. He shrugged his shoulders and looked a little insecure in the moment. "I've seen how you look at Drew, and I can't handle the back and forth Y/N." I look at him like he's crazy. "What do you mean how I look at Drew??" I was louder and sounded upset now. "You look at him like you want to marry him or ya know, like at least fuck him.." My eyes nearly popped out of my head when Rudy spoke. "Rudy. I don't like Drew like that! He's always been just a friend and more like a brother!" I take a moment to look into his eyes and it looks like they flash for a second. "I've only liked one person on set this entire time and that's you Rudy." He paints a sad smile on his face before speaking. "I'm sorry I assumed." His head drops along with his arms. I'm not sure what to say, so I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him close. My head rested on his chest and we just held each other.
Our moment didn't last much longer. We heard a knock on the bathroom door and I remembered the door was locked. I pushed Rudy into a stall and told him not to come out. I finally opened the door and I have to say Carlacia was the last person I expected to see at the moment.
"Are you okay? You've been over here a long time, JD is checking on Rudy too." My eyes go wide as she says Rudy's name. "Oh - I uhm I'm sure he's fine." Almost on cue JD runs over. "He's not in there and he's not picking up his phone!" He rushed, freaking out about his best friend. "I'm sure he's okay." I smiled but that made Carlacia give me a squint. "Let me in." She sounded firm, I just shook my head no as she continued to repeat her statement. "Y/N. I'm getting in there one way or another. I suggest the easier way." When the word 'no' left my lips she immediately pushed past me, followed by JD with his hands over his eyes.
"Rudyyyy, ya in here buddy?" JD asked from behind his hands. Carlacia moved his hands and pointed to the closed stall that had some nice dress shoes sitting at the bottom. "Just give it up, come on out.." I said slowly. He made his way out and we were immediately questioned. We told them everything besides the kissing and that we are deeply in love, but I don't think it's important information anyway. He came up with the brilliant idea of saying my lips bumped into his and that's why he had the lipstick on him. Note my sarcasm when I said brilliant.
They could tell we were lying and hiding information but they just let it be as we walked back to Drew and Chase.
It didn't take long for us to pack up and leave. Rudy and I decided to just take our food to go so we wouldn't be a burden to the others. Drew drove here and Chase lived nearby so he took him home. Carlacia also drove here and as I pleaded for her to let me get a ride home, she pulled JD into her car. "Enjoy your ride." She winked and looked at Rudy, causing a blush to run to my cheeks. Before I could say anything else she drove off. "I'll drive you home." Rudy smiled at me. I nodded to him as a thank you before getting in his car.
The ride was silent up until now, well except for the radio, but we had been trapped in a sexual tension that felt tighter any time one of us tried to talk. Rudy was the one to break it of course, I never would've had the balls to do it. "You're a damn good kisser.." he smirked. "but next time, don't smear your lipstick all over my face." He glanced over to me with a sultry smile. I couldn't help the giggle that escaped my lips when I heard him. The response I had stopped halfway up my throat when I realized he said 'next time'. There was a next time??? Thank fuck. My heart nearly exploded as I played his words over in my head.
The car came to a stop before I could get myself too soaked from the memories. "Welcome home." He said gesturing to my house. But when I turned my head to look at my house I saw that it in fact was not mine. "This is your house Rudy..." He only nodded in response before he got out and helped me out of his car. Rudy somehow persuaded me to come in for a little while to hang out or talk or something. It honestly didn't take much, I'm whipped for this man.
I was sat on his couch when Rudy came up behind me, handing a glass of wine to me. Before he came around the couch to sit with me, his hand lingered on my shoulder, squeezing a few times. His arm wrapped around my shoulders as he sipped on his drink I could only assume it was some type of whiskey.
"Can I ask you something?" I asked with a hint of liquid courage running through my veins. He nodded as he placed his lips on his glass once again. "How long have you liked me?" He let out some air he was holding in and set his drink on the table in front of us. "Well..." He started, snuggling closer to me. "it hasn't been too long...just since the second week of filming this season." That was nearly a year ago. Not too long my ass. "Why didn't you say anything?" I pried. "Why didn't you?" His crystal blue orbs finally stared back into mine. His lips were formed into a teasing smirk but when neither of us decided to break the silence, his face fell. Rudy's eyes never strayed from mine, in fact as I stared back into his, I noticed they only got darker when he began looking between my eyes and my lips.
Before we both knew it, Rudy's hand cupped my cheek and pulled my lips to meet his. Fireworks started to explode in my chest as our little kiss suddenly got more heated. He pulled me onto his lap and our bodies started to work together to create the friction we both desperately craved.
"Ah shit-" He pulled us apart. "how far ya wanna take this baby..?" He heaved out as my heart fluttered from the nickname. Without saying anything I slid off of his lap while his head was thrown back, gasping in air, trying to catch his breath. My knees touched the ground while my hands ran up and down his thighs.
"Before I continue...is this okay?" I ask with a squeeze to his thighs. "Yes.." He said so quietly I barely heard him. My hands spread his legs farther apart and my lips pressed to the zipper holding back his erection. I peppered kisses all around his bulge and thighs. "M-more please.." He begged, caressing my cheek.
My fingers laced around his belt buckle and tore the accessory from his body. While I was tossing it to the side, Rudy slid his dress pants down. I removed them from his ankles and threw them over with the belt. "These too.." I tugged on the waistband of his briefs.
He happily and eagerly obliged. When his cock sprung free from his fabric-jail, my eyes grew wider. Rudy was big, and I don't just mean 'big' to boost his ego, I mean I am actually scared this man will hurt me with his size.
Rudy must've noticed my stare and concern based on his reply. "It will fit.. I'll make it fit baby." He chuckled lightly. A redness rushed to my cheeks as I heard him call me that nickname again.
Before I could waste anymore time, I wrapped my hand around the base of his thick cock. He immediately grunted from the contact and threw his head back. Rudy only met my eyes after he heard me spit and felt my saliva running down his length. I quickly moved my hand to spread the wetness around, followed by a few more spits to completely cover him. His breathing was heavy, I could tell by how his chest was rising and falling.
Rudy's eyes met mine when my hand began moving for his pleasure. A small moan escaped his throat as I continued slowly. "f-fuck...fas-faster baby..." I pumped him a few more times then slid my mouth around him. This took him by surprise but he wasn't complaining. His hand met the back of my head, he wasn't pushing me, only rested it there, making sure I didn't stop. My head bobbed up and down as I gagged on his dick. Our eyes met, mine full of tears, his full of pleasure.
His thumbs pressed to my cheeks and wiped away stray tears, that I tried so hard to not let slip out. "Don't stop..please baby.." There were those butterflies in my stomach. He reached out and helped me go up and down on him.
Now he was forcing my head down and thrusting into my mouth and down my throat. "Ah..fuck..so good, so fuckin' good." He hissed. My eyes were closed, somehow helping with the blissful abuse I was receiving. "Such a good fuckin' girl for me...c'mon take my cum baby.." He groaned. His hips spasmed as his load shot down my throat.
I swallowed it all down and left his dick with a 'pop' sound. My lips licked at the fluids daring to escape. We both sat back for a moment and caught our breath. With a small smirk and light laugh Rudy stared at me. "What?" I chuckled. "I'm gonna fuck you so good..I haven't came that hard since high school." He said in amazement. All I could do was smile at his promise.
Rudy's POV:
She looked so good on her knees for me. Her hair is a mess no thanks to me. Also lipstick smeared, mascara running down her cheeks, a mix of cum and spit slipping from her swollen lips, once again all me. I saw her catch her breath and lick her lips, swallowing the mixture. She is so beautiful, I couldn't help but let out a giggle while watching her. "What?" She let her own giggle slip out. "I'm gonna fuck you so good..I haven't came that hard since high school." I meant it too. Every word. Her smile was enough to let me know she was happy about my statement.
We took a few more breaths before I pulled her up onto my lap. I held her close and captured her lips with my own. My hands cupped her ass and squeezed every time her hips grinded into me.
Y/N was desperate to get my shirt off. I sat there naked, with a pretty girl, clothed, in my lap. My hands wandered under her shirt, and she helped me remove it from her body. She whined every time our lips were pulled away from each other, which made my dick twitch under her.
When our lips found the others again, we kissed with much hunger and even more passion. What I said in the car came back to me. Something about not smearing her lipstick on me next time. Too fuckin' late. It's true we did like each other, and I'm mentally kicking myself for having sex with her before taking her on a date first. Though we both agreed to this, I feel bad that this is how it's starting. I promised myself to definitely take her out for a nice dinner or whatever the hell she wants to do, after this.
I was thrown out of my overthinking when she left my lap. "What's wrong?" Oh no. Could she hear my thoughts? I squinted and began to think of random things, testing out the telekinesis.
Pizza.
42.
Barbie.
Super Mario Bros.
Y/N.
Her perfect tits.
Her plump ass.
Her stripping in front of me.
Wait.
Her stripping in front of me?!
I was pulled back in, again. This time she was standing in front of me, giving me a strip tease. Y/N wiggled her ass in my face while she was bent over and shimmying out of her pants. My dick was standing at attention, waiting to get fondled. I couldn't help myself. My right hand found my dick and slowly pumped, I was still a little sensitive but I overall didn't give a shit. My left hand reached out and slapped her ass. She hadn't expected it based on her little jump. That only excited me more when I saw it jiggle. Her delicate fingers found her pretty lace thong and tugged down slowly. My jaw nearly dropped when I saw her dripping wet cunt.
Once again I couldn't contain myself. I let go of my cock and spread her legs. My hands squeezed her ass at the same time my tongue played with her perfect pussy. She tipped forward and placed her hands on the coffee table, trying to steady her shaky legs. I felt like I could bust again just from her moans alone. They were so small and precious, my eyes rolled back from the mix of her moans and the taste of her pussy.
Next I shoved my tongue inside her tight hole, swirling it around, making sure I reached every spot I possibly could. Like the needy little girl she is..she started pushing back onto my tongue. Y/N was fucking herself with my tongue. I could only ever dream of this moment.
"Fuck- I'm gonna cum.." She whined. Her legs were shaking as my tongue only quickened its movements. My fingers found her clit, and moved in harsh circles in hopes of tipping her over the edge. My other arm wrapped around her waist to support her when she releases.
"Oh Rudy, fuck-!" She humped my tongue again as her liquid poured out of her juicy pussy and onto my tongue. I swallowed every drop before I turned her around and pulled her onto my lap again.
Y/N took my head in her hands and our mouths made a mess together. Her hands pulled on my golden locks while my hands snaked between us. I grabbed my cock and teased her entrance with my tip. "Please.." She begged, gasping for air. "Please what baby? Use your words." I teased. "Mmm please fuck me.." She whined rolling her head back.
I didn't waste anymore time teasing. My dick slipped right inside of her. We both let out a hiss as she slid down onto my cock. "Mmm.. so good.." She whimpered while my hips rocked softly back and forth. Y/N gently grinded down on my dick, simply being needy. "C'mon Rudy... please..." She whined some more.
I couldn't handle it anymore, so I flipped our position, she was laying on the couch with me on top of her. My dick never slipped out of her either. Before I moved inside of her, I brought my lips to hers. Our moans consumed each other as my hips slapped against hers. "Oh fuck mmm...Y/N..." I grunted into her mouth. Her eyes rolled back and I quickened my pace. "Hard-harder..." She breathed out. What my girl wants, she gets, so I pounded harder against her. I felt her sweet little pussy start to clench around me and I knew she was almost there. I felt her nails start digging into my back which was almost enough to throw me over. "I'm gonna cum Rudy- I'm gonna cum..." Y/N panted. Never thought I'd hear those words come from her perfect pink lips, but I'm glad they came out. "Me too baby, mmm cum with me.." I said grunting as I pulled myself from her pussy. Her fingers found her clit and she screamed my name. That was enough for me as I fisted my cock. My cum shot out onto her, covering almost every part of her. Some hit her face, a good bit landed on her tits, and the rest spilled onto her stomach. We were riding out our highs together, catching our breaths.
We both let out a loving laugh when we came back down. "Can't believe that just happened.." She giggled. "In a good way or bad way?" I questioned. She rolled her eyes and told me good obviously. Just wanted to hear her say it. "So where does our relationship stand?" She asked sheepishly. "Where do you want it to stand? I'm happy to throw a label on this baby." I pointed my first finger back and forth between us. "I wanna be with you..." She said while twiddling her fingers. I could feel my heart nearly burst out of my chest from her confession. I nodded and pulled her onto me so we were cuddling. "I want the same thing baby." I pressed a small kiss to her lips. "Will you be my girlfriend?" I asked, praying that she wasn't playing with my feelings. "It would be an honor." She smiled and kissed my lips with a bit of passion. "Wanna go again?" Y/N asked, full of eagerness. She bit her lip as she awaited my response. I bit my lip and nodded. She came closer before I pulled her down to kiss me again. Never have I ever thought of a better way to end my night.
#rudy pankow smut#rudy pankow x reader#rudy pankow#outer banks#jj maybank#obx fic#obx x reader#outer banks smut#jj maybank smut#jj maybank imagine#smut prompts
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your bestfriend keeps trying to get you jealous
“have you seen jj?” was the first question you asked when you walked in the the wreck. you haven’t seen him in a week. he’s been avoiding your calls and when you texted pope this morning he told you that they were all meeting at the wreck.
“hi to you too.” kie joked as you give her a hug. “sorry. he promised to help with my car and then ghosted me. have y’all heard from him?”
there a chorus nod nos around the table except for john b. he was looking down the entire time you was talking and pretended that his phone was the most interesting thing he seen.
“jb?” you asked and he just shrugged, still looking down at his phone.
“you know you should get better at hiding stuff.” you started when the blonde you’ve been chasing down finally showed up. on his arm was a petite brunette you saw around school. she was in your class and was always asking about him.
guess she finally got her answers about him.
“hey guys.” he greeted before he looked at you. “sorry about ignoring you these past days. was too busy to text back. you know how it is.” the girl giggled and sat on his lap, playing with his hair.
he kissed her cheek and smiled up at you. one part of you wanted to drag her off his lap but that’s what he wanted. he’s been doing this for months. having a new toy and flaunting her around just to get under your skin.
you tried your best to ignore it but you’ll eventually break and drag the girl then drag him into the nearest private area.
you smiled at him instead and shrugged. “all good. i had jason come over and help.” he raised his eyebrow but didn’t say anything. you glanced at your phone and faked a bigger smile before looking back at him. “that’s actually him now. i’ll see you guys later.” you kissed Kie’s cheek before walking out the restaurant and going straight to your car. you waited till you was down the road before you punched the seat next to you.
fucking jj.
he knew how to get you where he wanted you and you want sick and tired of it.
taking a deep breath, you grabbed your phone and scrolled through your contacts until you found the one you want.
“i need your help with something. you owe me one so don’t even say no.”
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there was a party at the boneyard and you was sitting on your date’s lap. you had on your shortest skirt and your top could barely keep your boobs in. your date had his hands coming closer and closer to your hemline since you had on him. it was perfect.
eyes stayed on you the entire night. you glanced over and he had that girl on his lap. in one hand the can he was holding was slightly crushed and the other was gripping the chair so hard that his knuckles were white. she was kissing his neck but he kept eye contact with you.
waiting you out.
if that’s how he wanted to play that was fine.
your favorite megan song was playing. your skirt barley covered your ass. you knew exactly how to win.
you grabbed your date’s hand and dragged him to the dance floor. grabbed a drunk sarah’s hand too as extra insurance. you made sure jj could still see you.
“you’re gonna have him be mad at me.” john b said, grabbing your waist. “shouldn’t have hid that he was seeing another girl from me.” you shrugged and turned to face him.
“and you’re having fun. forget about him and just dance with us.” you pouted and you felt sarah hug you from behind. “please jb.” she slurred and he looked over at jj before he nodded.
“if he kills me you two better end up together.” nodding, you kissed his face and sarah giggled behind you.
before you can actually dance though, a hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you over to your car. he didn’t stop until you two ended up in your backseat.
“what the fuck you think you’re doing?” jj asked as soon as the door shut.
“exactly what you were doing with her. now excuse me i gotta go back to my date. Well dates now.” you opened the door behind you and was pulled on his lap.
“no.”
“no?”
“why not?”
“you know why. now stop acting so fucking stubborn.” he tried opening your legs but you kept them shut and shook your head.
“not until you tell her.”
“you’re serious?” you nodded and he mumbled something under his breath before he got out the car and went over to the car.
you watch from the car as he went up to the girl - who funnily enough had sand on her shorts - and her storm off pouting. he came back and pulled you on top of him.
“good enough?”
“you can make it up to me a little more.”
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Cuddling with Spencer on the Plane
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Genre: Fluffiest fluff ever
Request: Can I get a HC of cuddling with Spencer on the jet after a case. Thank you!!!!
Quinn Speaks: First of all I love this request!! Thank you so much for sending it in <3
So it started off pretty innocent with it being a late night after a tiring case
You sat next to Spencer on the way home and as much as you tried to stay up, you ending up falling asleep on his shoulder
Just kinda leaning on it with your face smushed up against him
He kinda was freaking out and looked to JJ and Derek who were sitting across from you guys
They just kinda laughed and JJ told him not to move until you woke up and Derek kinda just teased him as he kept blushing
He didn’t move and just kinda watched you as you slept thinking to himself how peaceful you looked with your cheeks flushed lightly and mouth parted and your eyelashes were fluttering every now and then and how kissable your lips looked
It wasn’t until you all hit a spot of turbulence and it jolted you awake and Spencer was knocked out of his trance
You didn’t realize that you had been leaning on Spencer and just wondering why his cheeks were so pink
Turning away you went to sleep and Spencer kinda missed you just leaning on him but didn’t think to much of it
That was until it happened again about a month later
You had ended up tackling and unsub after chasing him through a busy city and it had been tolling on you
So as soon as you sat down on the jet you knocked out
Spencer took his normal seat next to you
Soon after liftoff everyone had the same idea as you and the team began to drift off to sleep
You unconsciously moved closer to Spencer and ending up leaning you head on his shoulder again
In his sleep he wrapped an arm around you and rested his head on top of yours
Emily woke up first and saw this and couldn’t resist taking a one or a few photo
Everyone else woke up soon after Emily except you and the doctor
JJ thought it was very cute, Morgan took photos like Emily had done, Hotch had secretly been hoping you 2 would get together and the thought made the man smile, Rossi made sure to mentally note this as another chapter in his autobiography
You woke up first and felt Spencer clinging onto you and looked to Emily for guidance as she just snickered and you grew more nervous
You had a crush on the slightly older man for some time now and this situation you were in right now didn’t help your feelings one bit
You stayed like this until the pilot announced they would be touching down
Spencer woke up and stretched out as you pretended to be sleeping still
Spencer had a small frown on his face as he thought that you hadn’t grabbed him in your sleep like you did last time
He shook off the feeling and ‘woke you up’ as the plane landed and everyone was on their way home
The next time it was totally on purpose
Spencer had a hard time with the case you had gotten back from as he related to most of the victims as they had been bullied in high school
Everyone was cautious around him and didn’t bother him on the way back home
Instead of sitting in his normal spot next to you, he sat upright on the couch and had a tired and blank look on his face
Everyone had fallen asleep except you and him
You felt as if you had to look after him
You made your way over to the coffee machine and made two cups of hot water as you put a tea bag into each of them
You walked over to him and placed the teas in the cup holders next to you
Spencer didn’t say anything for a while and you didn’t push him to tell you anything either
You both sat in silence and you occasionally took sips from your tea
He finally turned to you and spoke in a hushed voice
He ranted on about how he should saved them and that he could’ve done better
Then he asked you something
Something that you never thought the man would want from you
A hug
You nodded and opened your arms as he rushed into them and started quietly sobbing on your shoulder
You held him tight and rubbed his back sweetly as you felt you shirt getting damp
Soon Spencer was worn out and just clinging to you
You peeled away and saw his eye were droopy so you pushed him down lightly so he was laying on the couch
Grabbing a blanket and laying it over him and as you were walking away you felt him hand pull on yours
“Stay,” he whispered and you did just that
He moved over so that you could hold him as his head rested on your shoulder and his arms wrapped around you
You cupped his cheek with one hand and traced his features as well as playing with his hair
You both fell asleep quickly and the team said nothing when you all woke up, not wanting to bother Spencer
After that it came natural for you and Spencer to cuddle up to each other after cases
“It’s just comfy,” you or Spencer would defend when the team asked you about it along with the classic, “we’re just friends!”
Both of you would blush and pretend to get back to whatever you were supposedly doing before
Then Spencer and you would grab dinner after cases or sneaking into each other’s hotel rooms on away cases to cuddle thinking the team didn’t notice they did or sit next to each other every place you went
The team was sick of it
They devised a plan that couldn’t fail
On the next plane ride home, Morgan would sit next to you and pretend to fall asleep on you
It worked
Spencer practically had smoke coming from his ears when he entered the plane and saw the Derek Morgan sat next to you, in his spot
His spot!!
As the flight went on Derek ‘fell asleep’ and even wrapped a hand around your waist
He hugged you multiple times before as well as saving your butt and vice versa so you didn’t really mind
Spencer did
Oh man did he mind
If looks could kill, Derek would be six feet underground
JJ and Emily stifled their giggles and Hotch hid his smile as Rossi was able to pretend to look over the case
Spencer could’ve swore that he saw Morgan’s signature smirk grace his face a couple times
When the plane landed Derek let go and everyone left the plane and packed up
Spencer pulled you aside when getting into the SUV’s
He admitted to his crush and that he often sleeps better with you around and never gets nightmares and if you didn’t feel the same it was totally fine and-
Bam!
You kissed him and successfully stopped his rambling
Pulling away slowly you started to apologize until he dropped his bags and pulled you face closer to his
He did the Spencer Kiss TM
Full face grab, super aggressive, and very passionate
Cheers were coming from nearby and when you two pulled away with swollen lips the team had smiles on their faces
Derek explained the plan and Spencer blushed as they teased him
JJ, Emily, Derek, and Rossi handed over 20 bucks to Hotch who smiled widely
“We were betting on you,” Emily explained, “Hotch bet Reid would make the first move but you would initiate the kiss.”
You giggled as Spencer just blushed further
From then on they would tease you two, but were so very happy for the both of you
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SERENE — John B. Routledge
in which John B knows that within the storm, there, eventually, comes the calm. He is to the storm as the love of his life is to the calm.
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warning(s) : SEASON TWO SPOILERS !!! but very fluffy <33
John Booker Routledge couldn't help but stare at his girlfriend. She remained only a mere few feet away from him, arms swinging around her as she danced carelessly with Kiara in front of her. Music wasn't playing, nothing but the sound of a cackling fire and the crashing waves: He watched as she'd occasionally look over towards him, the glint of the fire within her eyes and a kind smile etched upon her face, the same face he believed to be sculpted by the gods. The smile that resided on his face everytime they'd make eye contact had been more sincere than any one he'd given ever before.
She was the love of his life, that part he was sure about. He didn’t need all those buzzfeed ‘Am I In Love’ quizzes he took when he was eleven to know that. She'd stuck by his side through more than she needed to, more than he'd ever expected her to. More than he’d ever expected any one to. Through his fathers death, through a treasure hunt for gold that left them empty handed, now sat on an island in the middle of nowhere, and somehow, not even the thought of leaving him had occurred to her. There were so many more reasons he could name as to how absolutely enamored he was with his girlfriend but he knew it would take ages for him to get them all out.
He didn't want to think about what awaits for him when he was inevitably going to have to go back to Outer Banks; And even if he did, he knew he only needed one thing there with him when they docked. "Y/n." He called, the girl looking at him almost abruptly. He ushered her over to him, seeing that he thought Kie and Sarah could dance without his girl. She took a moment, excusing herself from her friends to rush towards the bushy haired boy who had called upon her.
As she stood before him, staring down, all he could look at her with was so much admiration. His hands moved to rest at her hips, thumbs rubbing back and forth on the skin residing just above the drying shorts she wore. A short and airy laugh left her lips, her own hands placing themselves on his cheeks. "You okay?" She asked, her voice small under the conversation of Cleo and Pope near them and JJ yelling as he went to chase after Kie and Sarah, care free.
For a moment, he had to think about the question. Within the past few weeks, he'd been asked it so many times but no one asked more than Y/n, herself. She was always there, in every memory, every thought, every play in their book that they called life, she was there. Not a time he couldn't remember when she wasn't. And for a mere second, all the memories of these past few weeks flooding back into his mind, he couldve answered with no. He could've said no, he wasn't okay because he was previously wanted by the government. He could've said no, he wasn't okay because only a few hours previous, they'd been shot at by Rafe Cameron. He could've said no, he wasn't okay because he'd almost lost his y/n to a bullet wound. Even after everything they'd been through, and one misfire almost ended everything.
But then she pulled lightly at the hair at the nape of his neck, bringing him back to earth, back to the now. The hand that hadn't gently tangled itself in his messy curls now was pinching his chin, tilting his eyes upward for eye contact. Y/n stared at him, her eyes darting back and forth between his eyes as if searching for something. Searching for some sort of pathway into his mind, to see what he was thinking. To see why he'd become so dazed within a matter of seconds.
He tilted his head slightly to the side, realizing that whatever happened a month ago, a week ago, an hour ago. It mattered, sure, he knew he couldn’t set it aside and exactly forget it but it didn't matter right now because right now he was okay. His friends were okay. Y/n was okay. And that was all that mattered. So, he finally answered her question. "I'm great, actually." He told her, breaking out in a bright smile as she looked at him, almost confused. "No, baby, i promise. Everything's perfect."
She went to speak, lips parting but words were unable to make their way out. Seeing her stunned figure, John B took the moment to tug her into his lap as she clumsily fell into him. She yelped, turning it into a laugh as she adjusted herself more comfortably. His hands linked themselves behind her back as she rested her arms around his neck. "Everything's perfect, huh?" She asked, crinkling one side of her nose.
He hummed, sounding content as he moved to place his forehead against hers. “Yup.” he said, popping the p as the two stared at one another for a small second. They hadn’t noticed that Cleo and Pope had moved to join the other three until they heard the collective screams that echoed in the empty air that surrounded them. They truly were in their own world, a world John B felt he could live in forever. One, in which, only held love and adoration between the two of them. One that felt like they were isolated from the rest of the world, where in each of their eyes not a single thing matter other than the opposing person.
Y/n went to look over her shoulder towards them but John B gripped her chin lightly, keeping her vision on him. The glossed gaze John B held moments previously had returned though Y/n had learned her lesson this time, allowing him to debrief his own thoughts. “You know I love you, right?” He asked after a few seconds. Her head cocked slightly to the side before releasing a soft laugh.
“I kinda figured.” She joked. “I mean, how many guys do you know that would become a felon and somehow still make time for their girlfriend?”
He pursed his lips, looking towards the sky in fake thought. “Actually, i’m pretty sure Anthony who lives a block away was able to manage with his girlfriend when he got out.” He said, going along with their similar antics as they shared a laugh. “No, no, i’m serious. You know i love you, yes?”
“Yes. And I love you, my lovely boyfriend.” She replied, her voice as calm as the ocean waves behind them. It was comforting, quite possibly the only thing reminding him of what he’d been fighting so hard to return to within the days of being in jail and several other times when he’d seperated from her. She’d only ever set him up for comfort since forever. It hadn’t changed now even as they sat near a fire within a piece of land to which they couldn’t even attempt to place on a map. “So freaking much.” She added in, her voice falling short but still with everlasting emotion of love. She quickly pulled his face towards hers, a short but intimate kiss shared between the two of them.
“Hey, lovebirds!” JJ yelled, causing them to pull apart as they looked towards them. “Stop being sappy and come join us.”
“One second!” Y/n yelled back before putting her attention back to John B, hands falling down his shoulders to rest against his chest. “Can’t even get one moment together without them.”
“Gotta get used to it, my love.” He told her, kissing the edge of her nose. Y/n’s name was called once again by Kie as she rolled her eyes, getting up from John B’s lap, the boy soon following as he stood to his feet. She quickly raised to her toes, pressing a small kiss to the corner of his mouth before taking off after their friends.
As John B watched his girlfriend run off in the direction of his other friends, watching her collide with Sarah in a hug, tossing her head back in a laugh, he knew everything was going to be okay. Even if it wasn’t, even if no one knew of their whereabouts, even if they were nearly stranded in the middle of nowhere, he would be able to ignore it. Be able to pretend everything was okay. He just had to make sure Y/n didn’t disappear on him and he thought he could be content for a while.
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four hands bloody
summary - entropy but, its hotch and emily. and they’re in love. that’s it.
part seven of my sour series
‘all the things I did,
just so I could call you mine,
all the things you did,
well i hope i was your favourite crime’
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Ten Years Ago
One year, five months and four days. That's how long they had been together when she announced she had been offered a job in Europe. Interpol, to be exact, and that she was leaving for Brussels in less than two months. There was no argument, nor was there a discussion, he simply takes her out for dinner, a celebration on her success so fresh out of college and they spend their last two months preparing for their separation. They pack up her apartment, they place certain things in storage and other things in her Mother's house in D.C, one that was empty for most of the year anyway and they enjoy their last few weeks together. Confessing love under the sheets, whispers of promises they know neither are going to be able to keep and they pretend as though there's a chance they'll meet again, even though in reality, they know its unlikely. Her love for Europe one he's very well aware of, and he knows once she's there she will never leave and he wouldn't want her to, and she's aware that he would never move, too fond of the city, his heart set on a job in the FBI, and she wouldn't ask him to give that up, just like he'd never ask her.
He takes her to the airport, cupping her face, wiping her tears with a sad smile as he holds back his own when they stand at her gate, parting way's for the first and final time.
"I love you." he whispers to her, and the happy laugh she lets out as she sniffles has his own small laugh escaping his chest. She hooks her hands to the back of his neck as she kisses him softly, the cold of her tears latching onto his skin as he pulls her closer.
"I love you, too." she whispers as she pulls away, gently resting her forehead on his, closing her eyes while she takes a small breath. "I—" she says but she stops herself, opening her eyes as she pulls away from him, her eyes on his as they stand there, feeling as though they were the only two people in the area.
"You're going to miss your flight." he tells her gently as the last calling for her plane echo's through the airport.
"I can't say goodbye to you." she whispers sadly, lacing her fingers through his as they rest in the middle of them.
"Then don't." He says, squeezing her hand as he entwines it with his, wiping her tears with the other, and she leans her face into it with a sad smile. "Think of it more as an... I'll see you later." he smiles to her and she laughs.
"Okay." she nods, "I'll see you later." she smirks.
"Go," he tells her, nodding as she slowly backs away, "I'm a phone call away."
"I love you." she tells him again as she steps back.
"I know," he says, "I love you too."
And just like that, with one last smile, she turns, her dark hair moving further out of focus until she is just a memory he can look back on, a woman he loved once.
Had he known just who that woman who turn into, he would have never let her get on the plane. Would have kept her in his arms, and then maybe none of this would have happened.
JJ runs into the briefing room, relief running through her veins as she finally has an ID on the killer they had been chasing for four months, a woman, who had a signature that matches one of an International terrorist, Ian Doyle, their first suspect as soon as the first two body's dropped, two Interpol agents, Clyde Easter and Sean McAllister, until he was found dead, and had been dead, a week longer than the two Agents, as well as his entire inner circle. His son still a missing person.
"I have an ID on her," JJ says as she rushes in, dropping the files on the table as she grabs the attention of the team. "All the Agent's who worked The Valhalla case last year have all been killed, apart from three who have been placed into witsec, using the the same signature Ian Doyle used," she tells them as she clicks on the screen. "Which made me think that it had to be someone Ian knew, right? Someone he trusted."
"What are you getting at?"
"Ian had a fiancé," JJ says, "Which we already knew, I know, however this is where it got interesting." she tells them as she clicks on the screen, "Ian, had a son, Declan, and everyone in Interpol had come to the conclusion that he and his inner circle were killed by another terrorist group and that his Fiancée would have taken Declan at his orders. But," she stops, “His Fiancée was a CIA agent, deep undercover, the Agents on the case just assumed he had killed her the moment she was made, her cover blown just the day before he was killed but there has been no record of her death anywhere."
"Who was she?" Morgan asks, looking through the files.
"Her cover name was Lauren Reynolds, and all files, pictures… everything was completely wiped when the case agents were found dead so its been impossible to find her real identify, to know if she had been found, dead or alive. So, I had Garcia work her magic..."
"Yes," The blonde says, standing up, clicking a few buttons on her computer as she pulls up the files she had recovered. "Lauren Reynolds, arms dealer, you know, everything that would be needed in a fake identify to get into the big leagues, but after searching around and doing several face recognitions, the same woman appeared, and its her. There is no doubt." Penelope tells the team.
"Who?"
"CIA Agent, Emily Prentiss." JJ says and the room goes silent as they stare at her picture on the right of Lauren Reynolds, the similarity leaving no questions, the only difference being in hair colour.
"She's the killer?" Reid asks.
"She's the only one from JTF-12 who's still alive, has the training, knows how to vanish, would have intimate knowledge of Ian, which is why the kills are exactly the same as his were."
"Do we think she's killed other people apart from the Agents?" Morgan questions
"She's vendetta driven, she'd kill anyone who came under that vendetta." JJ answers, "She fits the profile."
"Prentiss..." Rossi mumbles, "Why does that sound familiar?"
The room is silent, neither noticing Aaron pale as he stares at the picture in front of him. His mind running wild with questions.
"You worked for Ambassador Prentiss, right?" Dave asks Hotch, "Before you worked here?"
Hotch just nods, unable to trust his voice as his eye's move from the picture of her to the descriptions of her crime.
"Did you ever meet her?" Morgan asks, but Aaron doesn't answer, just simply stands.
"Excuse me." he says, before basically rushing from the briefing room and to his office, the sound of his door shutting echoing into the room.
"I'll take that as a yes." Morgan says, looking back at the picture on the screen. "That's her, huh."
"That's her."
"Now what?" Reid asks, and Rossi stands.
"I guess that all depends on what Aaron knows about her."
Slamming his office door shut behind him, he closes his eyes, taking deep breathes as his stomach turns to the point where he thinks he might be sick, the image of her on their board making his head spin with reasons, questions, but mostly, it just shows him flashes of the woman he knew, all those years ago, the woman who would smile at him from under his covers when he brought them back breakfast from his morning run, the woman who would kiss him so gently he theorised right there that she could never hurt anyone, the young woman he loved so much and who he knew loved him back just as equally now painted as a murderer, profiled, as a murderer, probably a murderer and he can't wrap his head around it, how someone so innocent and full of joy and happiness could switch so drastically and become of the most notorious and well known killers the BAU had looked for, how someone so light and full of life could become someone who took it from others, killing higher commanding agents from all sorts of government positions, leaving no trace except an M.O that leads back to a man he realises she knew well, probably even loved and he can't understand it.
"Aaron." Dave says as he opens the door, "I gather you knew her, back when you worked security?" he asks almost gently. He closes the door behind him, heading further into the office while Aaron stood at the window, staring out of it while he caught his breath, forcing the sick feeling to vanish.
"Something like that..." he mumbles, looking down to the floor as his heart rate lowers, his breaths evening out.
"How well did you know her?" Dave asks, taking a seat; Aaron turns, looking at his oldest friend with a face that tells him all he needs to know and the older man just looks at him with shock, before nodding his head. "Very well, it seems."
"Dave—" he begins but the older man shakes his head.
"This was years ago, the woman she is now wouldn't have been the woman you knew, there's no reason for explanations, not to me."
Aaron just nods, "So, what now?"
"Now, we come up with a plan of how to get her out of hiding, she hasn't been seen by anyone, that were aware of but she has to be somewhere, right?"
"She's CIA. She could be anywhere, she knows how to work the system better than anyone."
"Then we use something personal, give her a reason to show up, let her play her game."
"She never got on well with her mother I doubt anything like that would bring her out—" he stops when the older man looks at him, "What? Me?"
"Do you think it would work? Were you involved enough to have you be someone she'd want to see?"
"Dave, it was ten years ago."
"Yes," he tells him, "Which is why I'm asking how involved you were..."
"We were— It was..." Aaron says, before sighing, "Using me as bait might not work, she could be—"
"Did she love you?"
"What?"
"Emily, back then, did she love you?"
"Yes, but—"
"Then using you as bait will work." Dave says, standing up, "Trust me."
"You have a plan?"
"Sort of, but we have to tell the rest. All of it."
Aaron rolls his eyes, turning again to look out of the window.
"She needs catching, Aaron, she will find the last three, and she will kill them. We need to know why."
"I know," Hotch tells him, "Doesn't mean I have to like it."
He explains it to them, how he and Emily had dated ten years ago, before she got offered a job at Interpol, he explains that he hasn't heard from her in years and that he isn't even sure the plan will work, but they have to try. Said plan, being putting out their first press conference since they got the case, with Aaron, who will explain they have an ID on the killer and that they are close to catching them, their hope being that Emily will see it and reach out to him, knowing that with her ties to the CIA, she would have no issue finding his number.
"And if she reaches out?" Morgan asks, "Then what?"
"We let her set the terms, but we'll get her. If she calls, if this works, we'll get her. We would have found a weak spot." Reid tells them, "Love."
It does work, it take's a few days, but it works.
He's in his office, running through some reports when his phone rings.
"Hotchner."
"You have my attention," The voice on the other line says and he tenses, before he stands, clicking to the team as they follow him to the briefing room. "If I knew you were the Agent on the case I would have called sooner. I always did love it when I was the centre of your attention." she tells him just before he puts the phone on speaker.
"So you know we've figured it out? That it's you who's killing these agents?"
"I'm not worried." she says easily, they can hear her walking around somewhere, as though they were having a causal conversation, as though she wasn't an international killer, an assassin.
"Why's that?"
"Because, if I hadn't have called now, you would never have found me. I'm still two steps ahead." she says with a smirk. "That was the plan, right? For me to call?"
"It was." he says, looking at Garcia as she tries to trace the call.
"How about dinner?"
"I'm sorry?"
"Dinner, you know? Two people at a restauran—"
"I know what dinner is." he grumbles, hates that he can envision the smirk on her face, hates that it gives him butterflies. “What's your game?"
"No game," she tells him, "but, I figured if I'm going to be interrogated it might as well be over a nice three course meal."
"How do you know you won't be arrested on the scene?"
"Because if there was any evidence against me at all, I'd already be in your interrogation room." she tells him, "All you have is Ian's M.O, the death of my old team, and the fact that I was undercover... I'm CIA, Aaron, I know everything."
"So, you want to get dinner?"
"Sure," she says, as though she was accepting an invitation. "How does Saturday fit in with your schedule?"
The team nod at him, so he accepts.
"I have one condition." she tells him, "It's just you. No wire. No team."
"You know we can't do that.”
"Not even if were just two old friends catching up?" she teases, "Where's your sense of adventure, Aaron?"
"It's a wire or my team."
"Dealers choice," she teases, “if I get away don't feel too bad about it, I just don't think orange is my colour." she tells him, before the line goes dead.
"Anything?" Morgan asks Garcia, who shakes her head.
"Somewhere in Italy, no pin point location."
His phone beeps on the table then, and Rossi gently turns the screen to him.
"The name of the Restaurant and a time."
"Do you think this will work?"
"I think it's the best chance we've got."
His phone beeps again.
"Your team or a wire, not both, and if I find out you lied, someone will die, Aaron. I don't play games." Morgan reads aloud.
"You have to have both."
"You read the message—"
"No wire and there's no recorded confession, and we lose her, no back up and she could do anything." JJ tells him.
"We'll figure something out." Dave says, clasping the man on the back. "We're this close."
Aaron nods, but something tells him this wont be as easy as they predict.
Despite his protests, he's told he has to wear a wire, explanations of needing both eyes and ears on him (them) at at times. He steps into the restaurant, noticing JJ and Morgan sat at the table three away from his, sending them a nod as he sits down, he then notices Reid sat at the bar, then Dave sat at the table on the other side.
"You ready sir?" Penelope says down his ear piece from the unmarked van out front, "She's on her way in."
His heart hammers in his chest as he prepares himself, nerves racing through his body as he see's her for the first time in ten years and its nothing like he thought he would. He always imagined they'd get called to a case in Europe and she'd be there, or she would move back to the US and they'd bump into each other in the supermarket. But this? Meeting her in a restaurant because she's killed more than ten people in the span of a year? This he never imagined, because who would?
She's smirking as she walks over, the slit of her dress showing of her left leg and it almost leaves him breathless. She reaches the table in what feels like slow motion, every head in the place turned to face her as her heels clack on the hard floor, each one entranced by her. Even members of the team. Even him.
He stands once she's a few inches from him and soon she's right there, it’s then he realises he's just as enthralled by her as he was ten years ago, it has his stomach tightening. He nods at her as she smiles at him with the tilt of her head and a twinkle in her eye that he's seen before and suddenly it's ten years ago and there's no FBI, no dead Interpol and CIA agents, just them.
"No hug?" she teases, but he just stares, watching as her eyes move around the restaurant before back at him. "I see you went for team. Good choice." she says, taking a seat in the booth. "That mean's no wire, correct?"
"Correct." he lies, taking a seat across from her, watching as she grabs the wine menu.
"Good." she says casually as her eyes cast over the menu. "The one at the bar looks ten, are you sure he's qualified?"
It takes all of him not to laugh, her humour unchanged, the one thing that caught his attention in the first place all those years ago.
"I'm sure." he nods, looking down at his own menu as he rolls his lips.
"You can laugh, you know." Penelope tells him, "She's funny."
He simply clears his throat.
The waiter come over, she orders them a bottle of wine, before looking right back at him.
"It's been awhile." she tells him, "It seems we have a lot to catch up on."
He raises an eyebrow at her, "Yeah, I'd say so."
"Tell me about your life, Aaron." she smirks, knowing full well it's a game he isn't interested in playing.
"You want to have small talk?"
She just smiles, thanking the waiter as he places the wine on the table.
"Like you said, we have a lot to catch up on."
"That's not why were here."
"Then why are we?"
"Emily—" he says and her eyes catch his, her name coming off his tongue catching her off guard; she clears her throat as she picks up the glass.
"You have a tan line on your ring finger," she points out while bringing the glass to her lips, "either you took it off for my benefit, or you're recently divorced." she smirks, raising an eyebrow as he clenches his fist at the table, running his thumb over where his ring used to be, "Does it make me a bad person to hope its the latter?" she whispers to him, leaning over the table to trance her finger across his arms, laughing when he slowly pulls away, bringing her hand back to rest around the glass. "Divorced or game playing, Agent Hotchner?"
"Why?" he asks, "Does it make a difference."
"Yes." she tells him, "Either you're divorced, or you thought you could flirt your way into getting me into the back of a SWAT van, which just insults both our intelligence at this point." she says, before looking at him, "I'm not a toy, Aaron, you cant play with me till I give you want you want."
"I never planned to." he tells her, "Divorced."
"Kids?"
"Yes."
She nods, leaning back on the chair as she throws her eyes over to the blonde woman, an agent, she knows, and waves, raising an eyebrow in her direction.
"Your team aren't very good at blending in, Agent Hotchner." she mumbles, looking back at him, "Aren't you supposed to be profilers?"
"You already knew they were coming, why hide them?"
"Hm," she shrugs, "A challenge, maybe."
"Is that why you killed your old team? A challenge?"
"Really keen on getting down to business aren't we..." she chuckles, leaning her chin in her hand as she rests her elbow on the table. "No small talk?"
"Isn't that what we've been doing for the last half an hour?"
"Here I thought we were just reacquainting."
"Why did you do it?"
"I have my reasons."
"Then share them." he says, "You called me, Emily. You came here, why?"
"Maybe I just missed you." she muses, "Would that be so bad?"
"Not if it was the truth, but it's not."
"How do you know?"
"Because I don't think you're capable of those feelings anymore." he tells her, watches as her face falls for a moment before she smirks, her mask back in place, "You were, but something happened and it changed you. You've killed eleven people, five of which you considered friends... I don't think anyone is capable of feeling anything after that, how could they be?"
"Maybe I can compartmentalise." she offers with a smirk.
"Not this well." Aaron sighs, "Why come out of hiding? Why come here knowing there's a chance you could go to jail, why risk it.. If it wasn't to talk?"
Emily looks at her glass, rolling her lips as she sits straighter and clears her throat.
"Like I said," she tells him, "Maybe I just missed you." her voice is more soft as she says it this time, a voice that brings back memories from ten years ago, when she was the woman he loved, when they were happy.
"What happened to you?" he asks gently, looking at her as she catches his eyes, her mask falling and a look of pain staring back at him. She lifts up her glass, brining it to her lips.
"They got me in too deep and left me to die," she tells him, "Karma's a bitch."
"Undercover? As Lauren?"
She sighs, dropping her glass, looking around the restaurant at the other Agents slyly looking in her direction.
"I said no wire," she mutters under her breath and he tenses, "I said you could have your team but no wire. Those were my conditions."
"I'm not—"
"Don't lie to me, Aaron." she tells him, watching as the Agents in the room start to move, another hint that he is in fact wearing one. She looks at him with a head tilt, "I said no wire."
"Rules are rules—" he starts, and she nods, dragging her tongue across her front teeth before she looks him dead in the eye, yet this time it isn't pain that looks back at him, it's something else entirely, something he has never seen from her before and it has terror climbing through him.
"They sure are," she agrees, "Do you remember mine?"
And he does, they all do, if i find out you lied, tricked me in anyway, someone will die, Aaron. I don't play games. Her words running wild in everyone's head as she looks around the restaurant.
"Emily—" he tries but she's already standing as is the rest of his team, their guns aimed at her and she laughs almost viciously once she's on her feet, the team surrounding her at all angles.
"No one shoot." Aaron tells them as they stand, gun's aimed at her.
"You should listen to your boss." she smirks, pulling her own gun from her inner thigh from a slit in her dress, clicking it as she grabs a man from the table behind her, gun to his head as she smiles.
"Now," Emily sighs, "Are you going to let an innocent man die because you couldn't follow my simple instructions?"
"Emily, just, everyone out their guns down." he says, "Now." he orders and the team lower their weapons cautiously. "You want the wire gone the wire can be gone."
"Too little too late for that I'm afraid."
“You wanted to talk, right? You came all this way. You risked a lot.” he tries, “I’ll remove the wire and we can talk. Just us.”
Emily stares at him, catching her eyes on his before she pushes the man down, placing the gun back on the strap on her tigh before she takes small steps towards him, smirking as she the others agents watch her carefully.
She places her hand on his chest, feels the wire and before he knows it she’s yanking it from him, the device falling to the floor and everyone in the room jumps as she slams her heel into it.
“You broke my trust.” she tells him, their eyes meeting. “You want to talk?”
“Yes.” he nods.
“Then come with me,” she smiles, “No team. No wire. And I’ll tell you whatever you want.”
“Emily. You know I can’t do that.”
“Why?” she asks with the tilt of her head, “You're going to act like there wasn't a plan B? I'm sure there's a voice recorder...” she stops, raising an eyebrow as if to challenge him, before she rolls her eyes, pulling the voice recorder from the back of the booth and throws it at him.
"Shall we?" she smirks.
He’s silent for a moment, before he accepts and she smiles, holding her hand out for him to take and he sighs before placing his own in it.
They walk out of the restaurant, as they pass Morgan and Reid she smiles.
“Don’t wait up.” she winks, and they’re out of the building.
“I’ll drive,” she smiles, pulling his car keys from his back pocket with a wink.
He doesn’t dare look back as they get into his car, and as they speed down the road, something tells him this won’t end well. He doesn’t see how it could.
She parks the car on the streets, turning the engine off before she looks at him.
"Do you know where we are?"
He turns to face her, his expression soft as he nods.
"Of course." he tells her, "We're a few blocks from-"
"The car has a tracker," she smirks, "Come on."
She jumps out of the car, all but slamming the door before she ventures down the street, a carefree stride as her heels click against the floor, he follows suite.
As they reach the old building she stops, turns to face him.
"Its a shame they closed it down." she muses, "We used to hide out here all the time."
"It was out of town."
She laughs, before she heads towards the ladder to the roof, ignoring his clear detest to the idea.
Once she's on the floor she inhales, looking up, listening as Aaron came up next to her.
"How long do you think we have?"
"Half an hour, tops."
"That'll do." she smiles, walking aimlessly. "Ask away, I know you want to."
"I want to understand..." he tells her, "Why you did it?"
"I told you."
"Tell me again."
"They— All of them," she starts, "They left me to get killed."
"What do you mean?"
She turns, facing him as she sighs.
"I'd been under for...just over two years and Ian started...asking questions. Normal ones, about kids, and marriage." she explains, "And when I couldn't answer he got suspicious, starting asking around if they knew me, and he was... I don't know but I knew I needed to be pulled out before he found out anything."
"They wouldn't pull you out?"
"Worse," she laughs, "Clyde refused to pull me out, Sean was planning on having the whole organisation Ian was running killed, me along with them."
"Thats—" he stops, "They can't do that."
"They can if they lie to higher ups, claim I've started working against them."
"Why would they do that?"
"I don't know. I don't care." she tells him, "Tsia, who I thought was my friend was the one who came up with it, the whole plan to have them all taken down, Jeremy helped her."
"So you... Killed them?"
She smiles as she looks at him, "Yes."
"And the higher up's who let it happen?"
"Everyone." she tells him, "Apart from three, who by the way, I was on my way to when I heard your press release."
"You—" he says but stops, shaking his head. "And you... Don't feel any guilt?"
"Why should I? They were going to kill me." she answers, sitting on the edge of the roof, her legs dangling as she lays back, looking at him with a head tilt as it lays on the floor. "Join me."
He sighs, before dropping next to her, the both of them staring at the stars.
"I heard you got stabbed." she says softy, turning to face him as he turns to face her with a frown.
"How?" he asks but she raises an eyebrow and she just chuckles. "I did." he answers.
"The reaper, right? George?"
"You know him?" he asks with wide eyes and she laughs, looking back up at the sky.
"No." she tells him, "I'm sorry about your family."
"Me too." he sighs, and before he can say anything else the surrounding area is lit with blue flashing lights, sounds of sirens echoing in their ears.
"That was quick." she laughs, sitting up. "What's it going to be, Aaron?"
"What?" he asks as they both stand, "You're going to jail."
"No," she says, slowly moving towards him and he want's to move, he should move, but he can't. She reaches out to cup his face, before kissing him, grabbing a needle from her pocket before jabbing him in the shoulder and he goes instantly, falling into a hump in her arms. She lowers him, resting his head gently on the ground before grabbing the voice recording and stroking his cheek.
"I'll come back for you." she whispers, before quickly standing, rushing off the roof and down the streets before the FBI even figure out where she and Aaron were.
Once they find him, once he's given the all clear by the medics, he's asked questions about what happened and he says only that he can't remember, that she'd said something about her team leaving her to be killed and the rest is a blur. It isn't true, and he refuses to think about whether or not they believe him.
His lips feel hot with the pressure of her own lingers on them, the ghost of her hand on his cheek feeing like a burn. He lays awake that night and wonders if he’d never see her again, and he hates that he hopes he does.
Over the course of the next three weeks, she remains on his mind constantly, a mixture of what they used to be, the time they spent together feeling like a life time ago and yesterday all at the same time, but what she became, who she became, reminds him that meeting her again, being reminded how much he had loved her, means nothing. There is no more them, no more hopes for a future with her, no more wonders about her life, just the facts. And the facts are that she’s a murderer, an international serial killer and makes him hate himself more than he is ever thought he could when he realises that he doesn’t even blame her, that he understands why she became who she did, why she did what she did, and it has him unable to look at himself in the mirror, leaves him wondering that maybe he’s just as bad as she is, that if he was given the opportunity to kill the person who had ruined his life, taken his family, he wouldn’t even hesitate to put a bullet through his head makes him her equal, rather than someone who had the right to arrest her.
He doesn’t expect to hear her, when he’s on the phone begging for Foyet to spare his family, racing back to his family home with prayers that he makes it, in fact it’s the first time she’s been off his mind since their reunion, so when the gun shot echos down his ears, the silence on the other end defending as he hits his fists against the dash, it takes a new moments for her voice to even process, to even hit his ears, but when it does his broken heart hammers in his chest.
“Hello George.” she says, and he can see the smirk on her face, can imagine the startled look on his.
“who are you—“ he starts, before there’s a crash, and he’s left with the dial tone, the incessant ringing sounding like a siren as he speeds down the road.
He arrives at the house not twenty minutes later, not even turning the engine off as he rushes into his old home, the home where he ex wife, the mother of his child, lays dead, murdered by a man he brought into her life. He expects there to be shouts, screams, raised voices from the two of them but the house is silent as he walks through it, the only thing he can hear is the sound of his heartbeat as it races in his chest, his whole body on edge, his hand on his gun.
"It's over." her voice say's from across the living room and he turns quickly, his eyes meeting hers from across the room and it takes a few seconds for him to notice the blood on her hands and her shirt, the knife more red than silver as she twists around in her hand, her eyes staring right back at him, a twinkle of something in them that he just can’t describe.
“Where’s my son?” he asks, “what did you do?”
“I didn’t touch your son, Aaron. I have no idea where he is.” she tells him, sitting up, “I did however get into a little bit of a brawl with the man who—” she stops, “I was about three seconds too late. She was dead when I got here…” she says, an almost sadness to her tone that catches him off guard. He's stood in shock, trying to work out his next move, looking around the living room in a sort of haze as he tries to piece together what the hell he's supposed to do now, when she stands, the sound of her heeled boot on the hard floor making his head snap towards her, the sight of her covered in someone else's blood one he never thought he would have imprinted in his brain, and he wants to yell, he wants to scream at her, but he can't because he's grateful. Grateful that she got here in time to stop him from killing his son, grateful that she put an end to his torment, killing the man he would have spent the rest of his life hunting for if he got away, grateful that she took it upon herself, to end the man's life, leaving him free of the burden of taking one, no matter how much he would have been justified, no matter how much it would have been deserved. But then she's walking towards the front door and even though he is grateful, even though he wants to let her go, whisper a small thank you to her as she leaves, he can't because he has a duty, a duty he has sacrificed too much for to let her slip away now, and he find's himself grabbing her wrist as she sips passed him, and is taken aback when she freezes, her eyes snapping up to his.
"I can't let you leave." he tells her, his eyes burning into hers, regret filling them because this is the last thing he wants to do. "I'm sorry."
"Me too," she whispers, and her words have him tensing, unsure of what exactly she could do, knowing far too well what she was capable of, knowing she does not deal well with betrayal, he starts to think that she never really has, even then. He feels her go to pull from his grip and before he knows it, he has her pinned to the door, a gasp leaving her lips as her back knocks into it harshly, his side pf his arm resting on her chest, keeping her pinned as he looks at her. "Ouch." she tells him, smirking as he meets her eye, his face inches from hers.
"Why are you doing this?" he asks her softly, "How did you even know?"
"I was in the area." she tells him, a lie, he knows, and he simply just stares at her. "I was... doing you a favour." she whispers, hating that her mask was slipping, that he still had this hold on her.
"A favour?"
"You've been worried about your family, I thought if I could give you some... If I could insure you that they were okay that you'd, I don't know, stop beating yourself up about it."
"You were with them?"
"Haley didn't hate you, Aaron." she whispers, "If anything she was grateful that they had the option of witsec at all."
"Stop." he growls at her, pinning her to the door more harshly, letting his anger take over. "How did you—"
"I saw him talking to them and I knew... every single one of us are the same, Aaron. I knew. I was just too late." she whispers, lifting a hand to his cheek to wipe the tears she's sure he isn't even aware has fallen. "Go and get your son." she tells him gently, smiling sadly at him as he looks at her.
"You saved his life," he whispers to her, "getting here when you did." he says, "you weren't too late."
Emily smiles softly, running her thumb across his cheek, "Go and find your son, your team will be here soon."
"I—" he says, conflicted between his duty and his love. "If I let you go... you have to promise me that you're done. That you will settle down in a small country and that you will be done." he tells her, "the anger that you're holding, the killing... it won't do what you think it will. If I let you go you have to promise me you will stop, and let yourself be happy."
"I don't think happy is in the cards for me," she whispers, "But I promise." she tells him.
He looks at her, seeing the woman he loved all those years ago, the woman he knows he does and never will stop loving and he tells himself that if this is the last time he ever see's her this will not be how it ends, and he kisses her, his arm moving from across her chest to around her waist, pulling her into him gently as her arm hooks around the back of his neck.
"Go," he whispers against her lips when she pulls away slowly. She meets his lips once again for a chaste kiss, before she drips out of the door, the sound of another one slamming a few yards away making him jump before he heads for his son, the sound of the team arriving outside echoing through the walls.
She walks right passed the team, watching as they rush into the house and she wonder's what he will tell them. She sits in the empty house across the street, looking out of the window as she sips on a glass of whatever wine she had found in their pantry and she watches. Watches him leaving the house with his son in his arms, watches him pass the little boy to the blonde agent, watches as he speaks to officers, lets her mind ponder about just what story he's spinning to them and she's caught completely off guard when he looks up at the window of the house across the street, like he knew if he looked she would be there, and as their eyes meet, he just nods slightly, and looks away, following the older agent into the back of an SUV, he son reaching out for him, and then they're gone.
He tells the team how she slipped right passed him when he went to get his son, that he has no idea what her game is or where she went. He lies because he has to, he lies because he can, he lies because he can not find it in himself to care anymore, and he thinks maybe if he sees her again, he might just run off with her.
Two months and eight days, that how long she waits until she calls him, hidden away in a small city in Paris, her heart hammering in her chest every time she remembers that fateful day. Every time she remembers that kiss.
"Hotchner," he says, half distracted by the paperwork he's filling out on his desk, she remains silent for a few moments, wondering what to say, wondering if he'd even want to speak to her.
"Hey," she says simply, and the silence that follows makes her stomach turn.
He leans back on his chair, the sound of her voice through the phone filling him with something like comfort and he cant' help but smile, even now.
"Hi," he says, "It's been awhile."
"I had a few things to sort out." she teases, smiling to herself. "How have you been?"
"It's been hard but, I think we're through the worst of it." he tells her, "it seems as though you kept your promise."
"Only for you." she jokes, "I needed a break anyway."
"Hm, sure. " he plays, the sound of her easy laughter on the other end making his heart flutter, "where are you?"
"That depends," she says.
"On what?"
"On who's side your on." she whispers, he can hear the pain in her voice, the hurt, and it makes him want to throw up that someone who used to be so free, and kind, has been made into this, forced into this, and he speaks before he even realises he wants to.
"Yours," he tells her, "always" he adds quietly, and the small breath she takes on the other end makes him smile.
"I'll call you again when I can," she whispers, "There's one more part of the promise I need to keep."
"I look forward to it." he smiles, and the line goes dead.
He knows he should feel guilty, dirty, for feeling like this for her, for hiding her like this but he just can't. He loves her, and why shouldn't he?
He hears of Emily Prentiss' death through JJ as she closes the file, and it has his heart snapping in his chest for a moment, until he finds himself thinking that maybe she just created the best get out of jail free card he'd ever seen.
"I heard you died." he tells her over the phone when she calls a few days later, a small smile on his lips. Her laugh sends waves through him.
She calls again two weeks later, it's a short conversation as he sits in a hotel room, whispering soft words of how he’s growing to hate the job he works, missing his son, wishing for a new life, one where his failure doesn't follow him around and she listens, soft words of advice falling from her lips that make his heart warm.
They talk for hours, days, weeks, months and soon enough he breaks.
“I can’t stay here anymore." he confesses as he watches his son play in the living room.
“Then move,” she tells him.
“Where?”
“Where do you want to go?"
“Where are you?" he asks softly, and he can feel the smile on her lips.
"A small town... somewhere in France." she whispers.
"Maybe I'll move there." he offers, a smile on his lips as he listens to her try and hold down her nerves.
“I...suppose that’s always an option,” she agrees after a few moments of silence.
“Are you an option?” he whispers, his true connotation not lost on her, and the question has her heart thudding against her ribs.
“Yes.” she tells him softly, and he knows its the right decision when his heart flutters.
He and Jack move three weeks later, a soft apology to Jessica, who promises to visit once they are settled, a conversation with the team on his last case, a simple explanation that he's moving for Jack, for a better life, and everyone stands in shock when they realise he never did tell them where he was going.
He follows the directions on his phone to a small little town outside of Nice, the sound of Jack's laughter as he steps out of the car and into the sun a sound he'd been wishing to hear for months. He reaches up as they're walking and he scoops the boy into his arms. They're just at the gate of her home when she steps out, leaving agasint the door. He walks, unable to hold back his smile as he heads towards her.
"Hey," she smiles when he reaches her.
"Hi," he smiles back, "Jack, this is Emily." he tells his son, who looks at the new woman with wide eyes, "can you say hello"?
"Hi." the boy smiles, his hand coming out in a small wave and she laughs.
"Hi." she says back, "Come on." she says, opening the door further to let them through. He stops at the side of her, before kissing her softly, the feel of her smile making his heart jump. He smile when he pulls away, before heading into the house, whispering to Jack as the boy points to things around the new surroundings.
Emily walks beside him as they reach the overly large garden and he looks at her.
"Nice place," he smirks and she shrugs.
"I killed the owners." she says nonchalantly, before heading off towards the large garden furniture in the middle of it, the feel of his eyes on her back making her laugh. "Are you coming?" she says, holding out her hand and he takes three steps, grabbing her hand in hers as they walk.
"You didn't really.." he whispers and she holds back a smirk as she looks at him.
"A lady never tells." she answers, and the sound of Jacks happy laughter as he jumps into the pool has the questions dying on his tongue.
She lets him ponder about her words for two weeks before she whispers in the dark that it was her mothers home, one she visited frequently when they were in France, and that after her mother passed it was sold, to her, but the name she put it under is one she'll never share.
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#hotchniss sour series#hotchniss fic#hotchniss#the thought of hotch and emily being cat and reid would ? not leave me alone#and so here this is <3#criminal minds fic#aaron hotchner#emily prentiss#this will be on ao3 when i finish work lololololololol
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Young and Beautiful | Rudy Pankow - Part 2
You guys are literally the best! Thank you so much for all the amazing feedback for this little weird imagination in my head :’) BTW I have no clue how the movie business works or if this is even close to accurate but just bare with my fantasies here okay :D xoxo
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
Trigger warning: It gets a bit very smutty people, be prepared, angsty ???idk
Word count: 3295 (so I went totally over the top with this once again)
Y/N just got the role of her lifetime, starring beside the cast of Outer Banks in the second season as JJ’s love interest. It’s a dream come true and gets even dreamier when she meets Rudy Pankow her alleged love interest. Lines start to blur between reality and film and Y/N is left wondering if taking a leap of faith is worth risking her career.
A couple minutes later you found yourself in your trailer alone. Images and thoughts were flashing in your head, all of them revolving around that kiss. That kiss that didn’t feel like a normal kiss, or any kiss you ever had before. That kiss had been pure magic. There was no other way to describe it. Alone the thought of it send your heart into overdrive and quickened your breath.
And that wasn’t even the worst part, in a couple of hours you were expected back on set after a scene change and doing that kiss with Rudy over and over only half naked.
You had to calm yourself down right this second. Your possible feelings for him couldn’t get in the way of your big break. There was so much more on the line.
A soft knock on your trailer door pulled you out of your thoughts and after opening the door you were faced with a grinning Madelyne and Madison who immediately snuck into your four walls for now.
“What was that?” Maddie C squealed as she sat down on the couch and pulled you down with her.
“What do you mean?” You feigned innocence and looked at them quizzically.
“Hun, you’re a great actress but not that of a good actress and neither is Rudy,” Bailey stated and raised a brow at you.
“Like, Chase and I had our moments on set and even JD and Bailey but we never got so into it that we ignored the ending of the scene,” Maddie pointed out, big smile on her face.
“Guys,” You groaned, just thinking about the embarrassing moment from before. “I don’t even know what happened out there,” You admitted quietly hands over your face as you leaned back.
The girls shared a worried gaze between them as they looked back at you.
“Are you okay though?” Maddie asked and patted your thigh lovingly.
You were so grateful for these two in that moment. You wished you could just bawl in their arms and let all your frustration out but bigger matters were at hand.
“Yes, I’m fine… well I don’t really have a choice,” You mused and gave them a reassuring smile.
Bailey looked at you with a sympathetic smile and closed her arms around you.
“No matter what else might’ve happened out there, you were great. Really really great,” She praised you and you couldn’t help but laugh at her sweet words.
“Thanks for supporting my kissing skills, I guess.” The girls chimed in with laughter at that and you stayed cuddled on the couch until it was time to get back on set.
“You’re going to rock this,” Maddie assured you when she saw your faltering confidence the closer you got to that scene, “and then we can talk about it properly after you had some time to think.”
You squeezed both of the girls’ hands as they led you back to the cameras and the action. You were grateful for their support but the only person you wanted to talk to right now was Rudy. Maybe you shouldn’t have split immediately after the scene and actually talked to him so it wouldn’t be awkward now. But you were an actress after all, you could pretend to not care as much for just a bit longer.
As he came into view with his soft blond waves, where hours before your hands had been entangled in, your heart stopped for a second.
But he didn’t seem to be too bothered as he joked around with the guys and laughed carelessly. Had you been the only one affected by the kiss? Was he just a better actor than you had thought? The thought stung but you knew it would only be for the better. You could be just as nonchalant as him.
“What’re we laughing about?” You chimed in and smiled at the guys. You cringed a bit at your overly joyous voice but couldn’t take it back even if you wanted to as all eyes were fixed on you.
“Rudy just told us how terrible his first kiss was,” Chase explained and smirked at his co-star.
So they had definitely talked about your kiss otherwise they wouldn’t be on the topic, would they? You tried your hardest to look unbothered by it, hoping your face wasn’t turning crimson again.
“Well, I sure hope that I wasn’t your first kiss then,” You joked, “For your sake and for mine.” You bit your bottom lip as your eyes traveled over his face.
He regarded you with an amused little smile playing on his lips as he took you in.
“What? Y/N, as if. Yours would win all the most passionate kiss awards in the country,” JD babbled which earned him a stern look from Rudy and an eye-roll from you.
“At Rudy’s first kiss he actually accidentally spit a piece of gum-“ Chase started giggly but got interrupted by Rudy pushing a hand over his mouth and pushing him out of your ear-shot.
“Would you shut up!” He warned him under his breath and you had to suppress a giggle at his antics.
You could imagine all too well what might have happened with the piece of gum and the poor girl.
For now though, you were just happy that all seemed to be calm and collected between the two of you.
Sooner than you would’ve liked however you were back in business and a dozen people were around you, giving you instructions, doing your make-up, positioning you right and and and…
You loved your job, you really did, but right now you just wanted some piece and quiet.
You were led together into the bedroom of JJ in the Chateau for the scene. It was supposed to be a bit more intimate and shown sex scene than what Chase and Madelyne had done in the first season. You couldn’t help but feel a bit uncomfortable but this wasn’t the first time that you did something like this and you were sure no one would ever get used to that kind of film-making.
The directors sent everyone out of the room they did not especially need to make it as comfortable for the both of you as possible which you thought was infinitely thoughtful.
“You guys have the scene in your hands okay?” Jonas assured you as he went over it with the both of you. “You do only what you’re comfortable with and stop whenever you want.”
“Thanks,” Rudy nodded at his kindness and dropped an arm around your waist. “You’ll tell me how far you want to go okay?”
“We’ll work it out as we go?” You suggested and he pulled you closer to him with a sweet smile. His lips met your forehead in a soft kiss and your eyes fluttered shut for a second at the gentle contact.
“You’ll be great, I’m sure about that,” Valerie gave you a thumbs up and then cameras were rolling.
Rudy’s arm was still around your waist as he led you to the beginning of the scene.
“Promise me, you’ll be honest with me when it’s too much” He whispered, lips grazing the shell of your ear barely and a shiver went down your spine.
You turned your head slowly, eyes locking with his and the incredible saturating blue colour. You didn’t realise how close he was until then. Just a step forward and you would be kissing him.
“Promise,” you gave him your word and watched as relief washed over his face. A simple gesture as him making sure you were comfortable was worth more than any gifts and roses he could have gotten you. Your heart swelled as you looked at him, so grateful that everything in the world aligned for him to meet you in that way. The word ‘destiny’ was dancing around in your mind.
“Action!” You heard someone call and then reality was hidden for the next moments and you were back playing a part.
His lips found yours immediately, just as passionate as before if not even more, and your hands grabbed at him, anything to get him closer to you.
One of his hands pushed the door to the bedroom open as the other sneaked around your waist and you stumbled into the room, lips never leaving another.
“Jump,” Rudy or rather JJ instructed you and you locked your legs around his hips as he grabbed your thighs. Goose-bumps erected on your skin as you felt his touch on the back of your bare legs.
The both of you were already breathing hard, as you couldn’t keep away from each other long enough to catch your breath. It was like your bodies were melting into each other, always closer.
At last his lips left yours and you almost whimpered at the loss of contact but he found a new home on your jaw and neck as he pressed you against the walls of the wooden cabin. Your hand locked around his neck, pulling at the blond waves at the base of it when he met a particular sensitive spot.
“You good?” He asked and you weren’t sure if it was Rudy or JJ asking you. The lines were blurred once again in your mind, but God yes you were more than okay.
“Yes, JJ, yes,” Your voice was slightly hoarse and you thought you heard him moan as he pulled you tighter to him and lifted you off the wall to bring you towards the bed in the middle of the room.
Gently he let you down and hovered over you for a second, admiring your flushed cheeks and red swollen lips. He pecked your lips sweetly over and over and you pulled him in-between your legs, wanting him as close to you as possible. Your breath hitched when he discarded his shirt and you were met with the bare skin of his torso. Your eyes admired every valley and hill of his muscles and soon your hands followed, carefully touching the soft and strong grooves of his abdomen.
A sharp breath escaped him as your cold fingers met his stomach and he leaned back down, reattaching his lips to yours. His right hand found its way to your waist where your shirt had ridden up slightly and you gasped at the contact. His hand wandered to the small of your back, pushing slightly, a signal for you to sit up.
You pushed into him further, your chest pressed to his and he was fingering the hem of your shirt.
“May I?” He inquired kindly and stopped his actions to take a moment to look at you. His brows were drown together as his gaze met yours and you instinctively reached out your fingers to caress the worry of his face. You nodded willingly before you pulled him back into a short kiss and then he stripped off your shirt.
Your head hit the pillows once again and you felt his wet lips on your stomach seconds after. You were only in your bikini top and a pair of shorts now and you tried hard to blend the other people in the room out. Rudy was making a fantastic job of distracting you on that part.
You felt your heartbeat quicken, felt your breath going faster and you knew that this wasn’t anything you could tell your body to do. This was a genuine reaction to this wonderful boy on top of you.
Your whole body felt like it was on fire and drowning in ice-cold water like-wise. You couldn’t remember the last time somebody made you feel like that. The thought that this wasn’t actually real was pressed to the very corners of your mind as you stared into Rudy eyes, his shirtless form hovering above you. God, he was gorgeous. When he looked at you like that and touched your bare skin with his slightly calloused warm hands, it was too easy to forget all the cameras and people around you. But all this was just in your head and you were playing your part just as he did. How you wished in that moment it would be true.
He leaned down further, one hand on your waist drawing lazy circles there and the other one holding him up to not crush you. His lips wandered from your cleavage up your throat to the sweet spot under your ear. Your legs locked around his hips and pulled him closer, his groin meeting the spot between your thighs and you gasped at the sudden sensation, pulling his hair where your hands were entangled.
“Can I take your top off?” He whispered only for you to hear and goosebumps were flashing on your skin at the soft vibrato of his voice.
“Yeah,” You breathed out and arched your back to give him access to the knot between your shoulder blades.
His hand was resting there for a couple seconds without moving and you grew concerned and pulled back to look at his face.
“Are you sure you wanna do this?” He was genuinely trying to make sure you were comfortable with the scene and your exposed body. Nobody in the world could’ve made you feel more secure in this decision than him.
“I would do everything with you,” You whispered just loud enough for the microphones to pick up. You weren’t talking to JJ in that second, you were talking to Rudy. The flashing spark in his eyes and the easy smile returning to his lips told you he knew that as well.
He pulled you up against him and sat up with you straddling him, so your back was turned to the cameras. You gasped surprised at the sudden change of position but it didn’t escape you that he moved you like that so your bare breasts wouldn’t be seen by anybody but him.
“Thank you,” You let out under your breath just for him to hear. You looked at him with so much adoration in that moment and couldn’t help but let your heart fall for him just a bit more.
His eyes moved over your face, just like one of his hands, as if he tried to memorise every plain and freckle on it. You leaned back down to connect your lips and felt an enticing shiver down your spine as his calloused hand opened the knot between your shoulder blades and moved up your spinal column to your neck to remove the top from your upper body.
You welcomed the sudden cold on your bare skin, everything was too hot in that second. But as soon as Rudy pressed his own chest to yours, creating friction on your nipples, it felt like lava was flowing through your veins.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” He said between kisses and one of his hands wandered to your ribcage just below the soft skin of your breast, slowly caressing the skin there.
Your emotions were running high and so was your heart at his touch and his words. With your eyes closed you could pretend that he belonged just to you and nobody else was in the room. Just him and you.
You started grinding on his hips involuntarily your body taking matters into its own hand and not listening to your mind anymore. You gasped when Rudy took one of your breasts into his way bigger hand.
“I need you closer,” He groaned and pressed his hands to the small of your back and your neck before he lay you down again, his chest pressed to yours so close, not allowing anyone to take a look at you.
His hand wandered down to your shorts and he looked down at you questioningly before you nodded and he removed another article of clothing. He removed his own shorts quickly afterwards leaving both of you only in your underwear.
Before it could go any further however he grabbed a blanket lying around on the bed and covered both of you from the waist down and then pretended to pull your last clothes off as well.
“I’m gonna fuck you now, ok?” He groaned in your ear and you could feel his wicked smile pressed to your skin as he told you so.
Holding your eyes locked to his he gave you one last sweet kiss and waited for your consent, which you gave, before he pretended to enter you.
You fake gasped as his hips bucked against yours and your fingers dig into his back as you held him close, chest to chest.
Even though this was all just pretend you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to actually share this intimacy with Rudy. What he would feel like inside of you. What he would to you and with you when no one else was around. The thought alone made you wet and your nipples harden.
His head rested in the crook of your neck as he moved against you and breathed hard, occasionally leaving wet sloppy kisses on your too hot skin.
“Fuck, JJ!” You fake moaned and locked your feet around his tight ass as you pulled him closer.
Rudy picked up in pace, you could feel his member even through the hard protective underwear he had to wear for scenes like that. And it drove you absolutely crazy. He through his head back, breaths coming in gasps as his hips grinded into yours.
You wanted him so bad that you felt your insides twisting and knees buckle. Your mind was filled to the brim with thoughts of him: his bright blue eyes and how they crinkled at the corners when he laughed, his brilliant smile with his adorable too sharp teeth, his sinful lips that drove you crazy, his strong body the shone in the late afternoon sun like a god’s. It was only him, him, him.
“Cut!” You heard Jonas scream and the magic disappeared like somebody had hit you with a baseball bat right in the stomach. You could’ve killed him right there and then.
Rudy hovered above you unmoving, still shielding you from the views of everybody else in the room and grabbed a shirt, JJ’s shirt, for you to cover up.
“Are you okay?” He asked once again as soon as the shirt was over your head.
“Yeah,” You smiled at him thankfully, “Are you okay?”
“I am,” He laughed at your sweet question and pecked your forehead before pulling away from you so the both of you sat up in the bed.
Your pulse was still a bit too fast as you faced the team surrounding you.
“Okay, that was wonderful. You two did great. Are you both comfortable?” Jonas asked and you nodded immediately. You were a bit too comfortable actually.
“I think, we’re gonna shoot this scene a couple more times, just to get some different angles and then just JJ and Y/C/N sleeping afterwards and you’re done for today,” Valerie mused and looked between the both of you and to Jonas. You all agreed and then the ordeal started all over again.
It didn’t get any easier to entangle your thoughts of JJ from your thoughts of Rudy however, no matter how often you did the scene.
You were always just as enchanted by him as the first time. His skin on yours, his eyes, his lips, all this sent you right into an abyss of feelings and emotions where no return would be possible.
You had always been good at differentiating between reality and fiction but right now you weren’t so sure if there was anything to keep apart. Because the way Rudy looked at you in-between scenes and during filming… it was the exact same passion and kindness in his eyes.
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Reservations (r.p.)
Summary: joining the cast of a show with one of the most sought after young stars, tends to result in reservations
AN: posting chapter 8 of soul surfer TOMORROW!!! (shoutout to @jjsfineline for the cutest gif on the internet! i just found your post again & needed to give you credit for the gif!!!)
You were beyond thrill when you were cast in season two of Outer Banks. It wasn’t your first acting role, having been apart of the MCU since 2016.
But Outer Banks was a hit Netflix series and it was a new platform for you. You were playing JJ’s kook love interest and you were very excited to be working alongside Rudy Pankow.
He may or may not have been your celebrity crush since you watched season one.
And for him, you were the ultimate “superhero babe.” He made the whole cast watch every movie you were in since the very beginning of your acting career.
The whole cast knew Rudy’s crush on you so when you were cast, the teasing began.
It was the first day on set for you and you and Madelyn were getting put into your outfits for your first scene of the day.
“We’re all going out for dinner tonight. Wanna come?” She offered. “Really? You want me to come?” You questioned. “Of course! You’re apart of this family now and I won’t take no for an answer.” Madelyn told you.
You smiled at her before nodding your head. “Okay, I’m in.” You said.
The director called for you two to report to set. You walked out. with Madelyn, making small talk and instantly gaining the attention of Rudy.
He found it hard not to stare at you, especially with how the sun made your skin glow.
“Dude quit staring. It’s creepy.” Chase told him. “What? I-I’m not staring.” Rudy rebutted. “You totally are.” JD said. The three stopped their discussion of you when you and Madelyn approached them.
“Hey guys! Y/N is gonna come with us tonight!” Madelyn informed them. “Great! I feel like we haven’t gotten to know you yet.” Chase replied. “Even though we read your Wikipedia page and stalked your Instagram.” JD added.
You found it sort of flattering that they were so interested in getting to know you.
The day went on without any issues. You and Rudy filmed your your first couple scenes together and it felt natural to be scene partners. You’ve been opposite of Tom Holland, Robert Downey Jr., Chris Evans and with Rudy, it felt like that rapport was already there.
After everyone was changed out of their character outfits, Madelyn and Madison came to your trailer to get you for dinner.
“Hey! Are you ready to go?” Madelyn asked. “Yeah! Just let me put some perfume on.” You answered. “Rudy could not keep his eyes off of you.” Madison commented.
“What?” You laughed. “He is so into you.” Madelyn teased. “He made us watch every Marvel movie you were in.” Madison added.
You looked down at your feet trying to hide how much you were blushing. “Oh my god! You like him too!” Madelyn exclaimed. “It’s just a little crush.” You replied quietly. “Aw, that’s so cute.” Madison said.
“But he’s dating that photographer. I’ve seen the pictures and the videos and don’t even get me started on the Instagram page dedicated to them.” You quickly said. “Wh-” Madelyn started before a knock on the door cut her off.
The three girls exited the trailer and met up with the boys. They went to a local restaurant in Charleston. One they hoped they wouldn’t get recognized at now that the show has blown up.
You were seated between Drew and Rudy, taking turns talking to them. As you were talking to Drew, you felt a light tap on your shoulder.
You turned around and saw a little girl standing behind you, wearing a shirt with your Marvel character on it.
“Are you Y/F/N Y/L/N?” She asked. “Yes I am.” You answered sweetly. “Ruby is my favorite superhero. I love you. Can I get a picture with you?” She asked. “Of course you can!” You told her.
You situated your chair so you were facing the camera and hugged the girl. Her mom took the picture and they both thanked you and said goodbye.
You turned back around and saw Rudy staring at you rather fondly. “What?” You asked. “That was amazing. You’re amazing.” He answered. “Oh, thanks.” You answered bashfully.
“Do you do that all the time?” He asked. “Yeah, when I can. Especially when they’re younger like that.” You answered.
He smiled at you you before he nudged you playfully. “Could you be anymore perfect?” He asked rhetorically.
‘He’s really laying it on thick.’ You thought. Then you remembered the potential girlfriend. Your face fell slightly and you were grateful that Drew had started talking to you.
Rudy saw the way your expression changed. He furrowed his eyebrows and then nudged Madelyn.
“What’s up with Y/N?” He asked. “She’s totally gonna kill me for this but she thinks you and Elaine are dating. Apparently there’s a huge conspiracy theory about the two of you?” Madelyn answered.
“What? I’m not dating Elaine! Everyone knows that.” Rudy said. “Apparently not everyone.” The girl said.
He then looked back at you, a smile adorning your face as you talked to Drew. After that night, Rudy tried to make it painfully obvious that he was single and into you.
Daily flirting, going to lunch and dinner with you, offering to run lines with you.
The night it actually worked in his favor, was the night before you two had to shoot a big scene. It was the turning point of your characters’ relationship.
You were struggling to convey your character’s emotions and feelings towards Rudy’s character. Of course filming with Rudy was easy but sometimes it was still hard.
You were sitting on the couch of your apartment in Charleston, going over your lines when Rudy just walked in.
“You know there’s a door for a reason.�� You greeted the blonde. “Oh come on, we’re past that point. We can come and go as we please.” He replied. “Whatcha doin?” He asked sitting next to you.
“Trying to convey the proper amount of emotion for our scene tomorrow.” You said. That’s when Rudy had an idea.
“I know something that may help.” He said. “Oh and what’s that? Nothing could be worse than Russo’s telling me to pretend Tony Stark as my actual father to make me cry harder.” You said.
Rudy smiled at you as he took the script from your hands and tossed it on the coffee table.
“I like you, Y/N. And not as a friend, as more than a friend. I’ve had the biggest crush on you and before you say anything, I’m not dating Elaine. You know how fans can get. I mean, I was convinced you were dating Tom Holland for months.” He said.
“Me and Tom have never dated.” You laughed. “And me and Elaine have never dated because I like you and only you.” Rudy said.
You looked over at him and rested your legs on his lap. “Really?” You questioned. “I’d be stupid not to.” He answered. “So what now?” You asked. “Go out with me. Just us.” He answered. “I’m in.” You said. “Oh thank god.” Rudy replied, a sigh of relief leaving his lips.
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It had been three months since you and Rudy had started dating and you hoped the shipping of him and Elaine would cease.
But it didn’t. The theories kept coming and the various Instagram pages continued to be made.
Rudy seemed to have no idea and you even noticed that Elaine was even liking the most recent posts.
You of course were not comfortable with it so you knew you had to tell Rudy.
You were sitting in your shared apartment, watching Netflix when you turned to him.
“Hey, Rudy?” You asked. “What’s up, babe?” He replied. “I’ve noticed that Elaine has been liking a lot of the posts about you and her dating and it’s making me a little uncomfortable because she’s apart of the friend group and I don’t know if she has feelings for you or what. And I don’t know it just doesn’t sit right with me.” You explained.
Rudy was quiet for a moment, looking back at all the times Elaine did something and liked photos that but he didn’t notice.
“I’m not saying you should stop being friends with her, I’d never dictate your friend ships but maybe you can talk to her or something.” You added.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t realize you were feeling this way. I’ll call her right now.” He said, resting a hand on your thigh and pulling out his phone. “No, Rudy,” You started but it was already too late.
He put the phone on speaker as the line started ringing.
“Hello?” The girl answered. “Hey, Elaine. There’s something I need to talk to you about.” Rudy said. “Uh oh.” She laughed.
Rudy gave her a half-hearted version of a laugh before continuing.
“Y/N has noticed that you are liking posts about you and I dating and being a couple and it’s making her uncomfortable. And I never want to put her in a situation that would make her feel that way. I love her and I respect her and her feelings so I’m kindly asking you to stop doing that.” He explained.
“Oh come on, Rudy, they’re just jokes.” Elaine said. Your face fell slightly as you started to nervously play with the ring on your finger.
Rudy noticed and took your hand in his before he replied.
“They’re not jokes to her and they’re not to me. Everyone else respects my relationship so why can’t you?” He asked a little more harshly.
“Look, Elaine, I want to keep being your friend but Y/N is my girlfriend and I’m in love with her. So if you can’t start respecting Y/N and I’s relationship then we can’t be friends anymore.” Rudy added.
You looked up at him with wide eyes, not wanting him to give up a friendship because you were insecure.
“Okay. I’m sorry, I didn’t think it was that serious. And I’m sorry if it’s putting a strain on your relationship.” Elaine finally said. The conversation seemed to die after that and Rudy hung up.
“You love me?” You asked with a shy smile on your face. Rudy smiled at you and cupped your face in his hands. “Of course I do. So much.” He replied before kissing you deeply.
@rudeth: my love, my life @y/f/n_
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12 ~ But Tonight, You Belong to Me
A/N: this is just the beginning of the chaos....also i’m almost at 1k followers!! that’s insane, and because of that i might just have something special coming for once i do hit it ;) one more thing, i’m doing a summer semester this year, and because of that the next couple of months might have more slow posts. i just ask that you please be patient with me when it comes to posting for now. thank u so much for reading!
Category: Angst
CW: Talks involving a case, talking about panic and stress and how dark the mind can go. please don’t read if you don’t feel comfortable with reading.
Summary: Y/N and her friends search for the person who left the note. Things don’t go quite as planned once they find them.
Words: 4530
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The weight of the world was on your shoulders. You could only feel the pins and needles from your elbows to your fingertips as if they were numb. Everything was heavy, from a single case file to someone speaking. At one point you couldn't hear words, you just heard muffled voices through the white noise. Your mind couldn't stop running a million miles a second with the worst of the worst while trying to keep it together. Agents were walking in and out of your apartment, checking for any bugs or clues from the hallway camera footage. Your team went asking others in your building if anything strange had happened and Garcia came straight over to multitask work and comfort. She sat next to you on the couch with her laptop in front of her. You kept your focus on the clicking and clacking of her nails hitting the keys as you ate the donut she got you and drank your tea, the sweet comforting taste of pumpkin almost calming your nerves, but not by much.
Not looking away from her screen, Garcia placed a hand on your back, rubbing up and down softly. Being pulled out of your thoughts, you took a quick glance at her. The team all looked so tired and drained. When you found the letter at your door, you immediately called everyone including Gacia, sobbing and trying not to scare your dogs too much. They solved the case the next day and then came straight to your apartment. Garcia came as quickly as she could after the call. Spencer was worried sick, he didn't want to leave your side and almost argued with Hotch about it. But you told him that doing his job will help immensely, and he listened to you. Still mad at Hotch, he stormed out with Emily to ask around.
After hours of searching and not finding much, all the other agents packed up their gear and equipment and headed out, while your friends stayed behind. Spencer sat next to you on the other side of the couch while everyone else sat in the chairs in the living room or grabbed a chair from the kitchen. Seth came by as soon as the whole bureau left, as they wouldn't let him in to take care of the dogs for you. He sat on the floor by your feet, petting Draco while you were holding Benedict. The softness of his hair helped you calm down enough to talk to your friends.
"Y/N," said Rossi, "are you sure you know who left you the note?"
"I'm positive," you weakly spoke, trying to hold in everything, "It's him. It's Michael Gabin."
"How do you know Gabin?" asked Jj, holding the letter in its plastic evidence bag.
"He was my high school 'best friend', although he wasn't really a good one..."
"How so?" asked Hotch.
"He never supported me in my dreams. He made fun of me like everyone else, he would ditch me for parties and use me. I was just something to do to him, we weren't really friends now that I think about it."
Spencer put his arm around you, pulling you in and kissing the top of your head as he rubbed your shoulder. "I just don't understand why he would do this. He didn't give a shit about me."
"Maybe there's something deeper going on with him. We'll figure it out." said Morgan.
"How do you know it's him, though," asked Emily, "What in the letter stood out to you?"
You slowly grabbed the letter from Jj and moved the bag around so then it was better to see. You drifted your finger along the first sentence. " 'Did you connect the dots, you nerd?' That was what he called me. Almost every sentence towards me ended in that and it got annoying at one point. I wasn't even upset anymore about the name just the fact that he used it all the time to get on my nerves."
"You'll get the bastard, I know you can!" said Seth. There was silence. You looked down at him and smiled, knowing that he was really saying that he's right beside you in this. You looked around the room, feeling the same thing for all of them. They were your family, and they were willing to do everything and anything to keep you safe and help you. You didn't know what you did to deserve people like them.
"We'll pick up again bright and early in the morning," said Hotch, "When we come in, Garcia, I need you to look into Gabin's backstory-work, school, family, friends. Morgan and Emily, talk to his parents or any family member to get their side of the story. Jj and Spencer, I want you both to stay with Y/N tomorrow and help her go through his story, compare what she knows to what we find out. Maybe there's something that's there but just never clicked. Rossi and I will handle protection for you, Seth, and your father."
"As for now, let's all try to get a bit of rest," said Rossi, standing up from his chair and fixing his suit. He walked up to you and put a hand on your shoulder, "Don't you worry kiddo. We're all here."
As everyone got up, gave their tightest hugs to you, and started heading out the door, Spencer stopped Hotch. "Hotch, is it ok if I stay with Y/N tonight?" He asked.
Hotch looked at him, then at you, then back at him, and nodded. Then left and closed the door behind him. Seth left with the crowd, saying he'd come tomorrow to look after the dogs for you. The two of you lay on the couch, you on top of Spencer as he played with your hair. Your head was on his chest, laying on your stomach with your arms rested on top of his shoulders. It shouldn't have scared you that badly. Yeah, he wasn't a good friend. But Michael doing this years after high school, he was being the loser this time. Not you. Spencer reminded you, though, that anyone leaving a note like that at your door is scary. If they didn't leave a clue that would help you figure him out, anyone would be terrified.
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Waking up to the smell of french toast and coffee, you learned as you walked in on Spencer setting the food down on the coffee table, that he knew what to do to cheer somewhat up in some ways. He knew what to do to make you smile even if it's small like making you breakfast. You watched from the hallway door frame as your dogs chased each other around your apartment, almost knocking Spencer over while he had your glasses of water in his hands. What gave you away was your little giggle. He looked up after setting the glasses down, smiling. You walked over to each other, right in both your arms and his, almost seeing who can give the tightest hug possible.
You tried to look as best you could for going into work, but you really weren't feeling it. You were told to not come in today but you could still do work from home since you're now both agent and victim. Jj came over early that afternoon with lunch in her hands. She had gotten subs from a place around the block and some peach flavored ice teas, and when she walked in and sat everything down, she let you and Spencer know that you weren't needed yet until Garcia, Morgan, and Emily got their info so then we could try and match them up. She played with your dogs with Seth while you tried to watch tv or YouTube videos to keep your mind of something you didn't need to really think about at the moment.
Spencer sat next to you on the couch, one arm around you while the other held his coffee mug. One leg over the other, he used his knee to balance the book he was currently reading. That's what was really helping you distract yourself after a while, as you had turned on a lofi video to have music going in the house, the way his fingers would go down the page like he was pretending to read. His middle finger would travel the page while his ring and index fingers were in the air, not missing a single word. You nuzzled the back of your head on his shoulder, hands to yourself. Everything finally felt fine.
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Later that afternoon, Garcia, Morgan, and Emily came in, the dogs running up and jumping on them. The two sat in the chairs while Garcia sat on the other side of you on the couch setting up her laptop. Jj was still with Seth and the dogs on the floor, petting them and giving them belly rubs. After asking if they wanted anything, you got up and went to the kitchen to make them coffee. Spencer didn't want you to at first, but you reassured him that you were ok enough to make it. You never met a man like him that had so much trust in you after speaking up on his concerns and worries. Setting them down on the coffee table, it was time now to compare.
"Garcia was able to find his mom easily," said Morgan, "She moved to D.C. a couple years back."
"And Michael had been staying with her for the past year," Emily chimed in, "He had got into trouble in Detroit with drugs and his mother had him move in with her so he could get help."
"That's a big lie," said Garcia, typing away at her laptop, pulling up different windows that showed his spendings and purchases, "He's been sending money to someone through Venmo and by the looks of the prices, he's not just giving this person gas money."
"Did he experiment at all in high school?" asked Jj.
Taking a moment to process the info that was just told to you, you think back again to the days he'd sneak into your room from the window after a party, trying to tell you all he did and be either be too drunk or pretend to be too drunk to care about you in the slightest. You'd be asleep and you'd feel him shake you awake at 3am. He never asked how your day went, not that you cared if he did after a while, but you listened and listened until you were drifting in and out, trying to stay awake.
"Not really," you finally said, "he would drink sometimes at parties but most of the time he was faking it to seem cool. He was lying to everyone back then and everyone knew he was just puffing his chest. He thought he was so cool because all the popular kids and druggies and alcoholics would always talk with him and hang out, but really they were playing him like a game, or like some form of entertainment."
"His mother said she let him stay with an old friend of his after a few months living with her. Do you recognize the name Sarah Sammuels?" asked Morgan.
"Yeah. She was one of the popular girls."
"Looking into her backstory," said Garcia, "she had been a stoner all throughout high school. And from what it looks like, after high school her and Michael bumped into each other, became friends, and she got him into weed and other drugs like LSD, cocaine, molly. When he found out she also had moved here, he convinced his mom that it was best if he lived with her. Since then, they've been going to the same guy."
"Where does he work?" You asked.
"He works at a burger joint and...eww it's a really crappy burger joint called Ben's Burgers," She typed away, pulling up more windows, "Doesn't pay him enough as he's said in multiple posts on Facebook..." Her face looked as if two people ran into each other and got seriously hurt, almost like a 'That's going to hurt in the morning' type of expression, as she read one of the posts. We all looked and everyone else had the same reaction. You, on the other hand, weren't too surprised by this.
"That definitely sounds like him," you said, "Michael could never hold even the shittest of jobs."
"What else do you know about him," asked Emily, "Did he ever talk about home?"
"That's all he talked about when he was drunk. His dad was abusive to him when we were kids and then left him when we were in middle school. His mom really did try throughout the years but he wasn't having it. He was always so mean to her for no reason. Come to think of it, it's quite shocking he and Sarah get along so well. He never really treated any girl or woman with respect."
"Was his father like that?" asked Spencer.
"I'm not sure, but I wouldn't be surprised."
"I did look into both his parents," said Garcia, "His father was definitely not nice to women at all growing up. His mother was very abusive towards him, going so much as making him stay home from school a lot to get her alcohol and hurt him. She'd lock him in the shed with no food or water for days and no one knew. By the time he was ready to report her, she passed away due to liver failure."
"So...maybe this is Michael's way of getting back at women. Maybe his father told him something before he left." said Jj.
"Maybe. But right now, let's give this information to Hotch and Rossi and then we'll continue our search from there." said Spencer.
Morgan got up from his chair and pulled his phone out of his pocket as he walked to the kitchen. Seth softly rubbed your knee as a way of showing support as he got up from the floor. He said he was thinking about walking the dogs at the park and offered to everyone if they wanted to join. You focused on the conversation, but your ears were also paying attention to Morgan and what he was telling Hotch.
"Hotch," said Morgan, "so we found some more things on his back-..." He was cut off mid sentence, listening to what Hotch had to say. From the look on Morgan's face, it didn't sound like good news. "Wait he did what?!...Um, ok we'll be there in five...are you sure?...yeah you're right. Ok, we'll be there as fast as we can." He hung up the phone and looked at all of us worried.
"Seth, you're going to have to walk the dogs on your own today. Something happened at Quantico and Y/N needs to come with us."
"What happened?" asked Emily, everyone looking quite concerned.
"Michael somehow managed to sneak another note in one of the case files. Everyone in the building checked everything but he was nowhere to be found, so either he somehow disguised himself as an agent or we have a mole helping him out."
The weight was coming back. Everything was slowly getting heavy again, and Spencer could tell. He held your hand tightly and squeezed, letting you know he was there. It shook you from your thoughts and suddenly a little of the weight lifted once you looked into his hazel eyes. He smiled, and for a moment you felt safe all over again. That only lasted until you got to the 6th floor, where you found Hotch and Rossi sitting in Hotch's office. When they saw you guys come in, they came out and stood at the railing. Looking around, you saw some agents from different departments running in and out, collecting all they could to help out yours. Phones were ringing like crazy, and the amount of talking that was going on turned into white noise again.
Hotch advised everyone to go to the conference room, and as you all walked in Spencer still held your hand firmly, even when you sat down. He rolled his chair closer to you, and while you thought that Hotch would say otherwise, he surprisingly didn't say anything about you two being so close. He stood with Jj in front of the screen, looking around the room. His eyes met with yours and you could tell he saw right through them. The worry and the panic, the fear and the pain.
It was almost as if he understood so much that he was letting you be.
Rossi later walked in with the new note already in an evidence bag in his hands. Jj soon put it up on the screen for everyone to see (read), but looking around the room you saw confused expressions.
"So the guy is a fan of codes?" asked Morgan.
"Does any of this mean anything to you?" asked Hotch.
You nodded. "Michael was obsessed with codes. He'd give me one that he didn't think I could solve and when I did he'd give me one even harder. I knew he was doing this to get under my skin, but honestly I had a ball solving them. Codes are always fun."
"Go with Garcia and Spencer to her lab while they look over the letter and figure it out. Jj, the press somehow found out about today's note, so I would like you to talk to them and tame the situation. Emily and Morgan, you're with Rossi and I to go to the morgue and look at the bodies again. Compare what you find with what happened today and anything the three can find."
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"We've cracked some of the hardest codes an unsub can come up with, yet THIS ONE is the one that's giving us so much trouble. Even for our boy wonder over here and it's numbers! His favorite."
"That's Michael for you, Garcia," You said. You were sitting next to her at her desk while Spencer sat on the table behind you, watching the monitors from above, "It's shocking that he got better at them. I thought he'd be over it after we graduated." You turned around and saw your boyfriend, looking stumped.
There was a moment of silence. "Hello? This is where the doc comes in with some other ways of solving the code." said Garcia.
The more you stared at him the more you realized he wasn't stumped, he was in his head figuring it out. "Bubs?" Spencer snapped out of his thoughts, blinking a few times. "Yeah...yeah sorry," He got up from the table and walked closer to the screen. He and Garcia got to work, pulling up all different alphabets and putting them in grids. The three of you came back together and compared the note to each one, but still nothing.
The more you stared at the note, the more you began to think. It was right on the tip of your tongue. It felt so familiar to you, so nostalgic. It then hit you like a train, the numbers and how they were specifically arranged. They didn't belong to any real alphabet, only yours. "I know what this is."
"You do?" They asked at the same time.
You signaled Garcia out of her chair and once sitting, you went to work. "The one thing he used on me to make me think we were actually friends was our code. He created a code for us to use in class or any situation where we wanted to talk to each other without anyone knowing what we were saying. He liked using stuff like that because he knew I was a sucker for this kind of stuff." As they watched, you put the numbers from the note on one line, and your alphabet in a line below that. The computer matched them up and generated a message that read:
'Why was the princess locked in a wine cellar? So then she could spend her days planning an escape. But the grandfather clock kept ticking, and when she sobered up, she soon realized it was all a lie.'
"Who knew we had two geniuses in our pockets!" said Garcia, who you switched spots with so she could put it together in her file.
"Not a genius, just gullible." You said, trying your best to sound ok. Spencer could tell, however, that you weren't. You pulled your sleeves down so then your hands were covered before crossing your arms over your chest. You looked down to the floor, staring down into space. Was this starting to get too much for you? The more you figured out, the closer you were to getting him. Sure, he wasn't a good friend to you in the slightest, but what if it got bad? What if he had to be shot at?
"You ok, bubs?" He whispered to you, but you didn't hear him. Your mind kept building up your worries, making you shake a little bit. You felt like you were about to explode until you felt someone grabbing your hands, making you look up and see Spencer looking worried.
You grabbed his hand and gave a half smile. "I'm ok." You said, giving you a half smile in return. He understood you were trying to be strong, but didn't like seeing you in so much stress. He wished he could hold you tight while laying on the couch and make you feel safe. He wanted to protect you from whatever was going to happen, protect you from Michael. Even though he was of course going to let you do your job if Hotch allowed, he wasn't going to not do anything if the chance came.
"Ok, looking at this there is one obvious clue," said Garcia after a few moments of silence, "like how the princess is you, but I'm stumped on the rest."
You looked at the first sentence again, trying to put something together. "Garcia, are there any abandoned restaurants in D.C. that would have a wine cellar?"
She looked through her database and came across one that was surprisingly down the street from your apartment. "It was just recently closed down about 6 months ago and it's expected to be demolished two days from now." said Garcia. With this info, you ran with it and took it to Hotch, who gave his orders to the team before calling in backup. You walked to the cars with your vest on and gun ready, thinking you were going to go on the field with them until Hotch walked up to you as you were about to get in one of the cars.
"Y/N, I need you to step back only a little bit. You are going out on the field but only to talk to Michael. In no way are you going to fire at him if it does come to it, understand?"
You nodded. "I understand. I wouldn't want to shoot him even if I had to. He deserves to be locked up, not killed."
Hotch nodded as he put a hand on your shoulder, patting it a few times as he walked off to the other car. You sat next to Emily in the back while Morgan and Spencer sat up front. A ride that took only 10 minutes felt like hours, as the nerves in your stomach grew and grew the closer you got. For a split second, you almost got mad at Morgan because you thought he was taking his sweet time driving, which wasn't like him at all-or really any agent for that matter. You weren't really ready to see Michael again, especially in a situation like this. Graduating high school, you remember giving a big middle finger to the building before you got in your dad's truck. Not only was it generally to the school, but also to its students, including Michael. You thought you'd never see him or anyone from your class ever again.
What would he be like? Would he be completely different and act as any other unsub would, or would he be himself? Michael, who used his charm to get what he wanted out of you. The one who would pretend to be nice to you around certain people and then turn into a douchebag around others. What would he do this time? Would he even try to do anything at all? There was more to the note that you didn't even touch on, which usually isn't like them. Maybe they just wanted to get the bastard as fast as they could, but the last part, 'But the grandfather clock kept ticking, and when she sobered up, she realized it was all a lie'.
What was the lie?
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The building was deteriorating bit by bit, ripping away all its history. According to the file on your phone, this restaurant was a family business for almost 100 years and they were getting ready to build a whole new, more modern take on the place before it completely crumbled to the ground. There were apartments above it, where the whole family lived. This was the perfect spot for Michael to hide-old, broken, and so weak that one touch could be dangerous.
Getting out of the cars, you gathered with swat in front of the building and began coming up with a strategy. Spencer held your hand tightly and kissed the top of your forehead before separating. You were with Hotch and Rossi while Spencer was with Jj and Emily and Morgan with swat. You carefully entered the front, as the door was already unlocked. Immediately you knew this was a trap and you hoped that the rest of the team knew that, too.
Flipping the switch to see that the electricity was still working, you checked all over the bottom floor from the dining area to the kitchen. Nothing seemed out of place, nothing looked like an obvious clue. Everything was clear, but before you could get upstairs the lights went off and everything became a blur. You heard gunshots, yelling coming from everyone around you. Then you heard an even louder scream, lower in tone but very familiar, and the panic began to set in.
"Spencer?" You called out.
Silence.
The lights shortly came back on and everyone gathered in the dining area again. You looked everywhere for him, but you thought you were just too frantic that your brain wasn't working right. Bumping into someone, you thought it was Spencer but instead when the person turned around and saw that it was Rossi, you broke. Without even thinking, you wrapped your arms around him, crying on his shoulder. Rossi held on tightly to you, not knowing why until he heard you whisper Spencer's name repeatedly.
"HOTCH," yelled Morgan as he came out of the kitchen, "Where's Spencer?"
"He wasn't with you?" asked Hotch.
"He was until the lights came back on. I thought he went to Y/N."
'Michael didn't," you thought, '...Michael couldn't have.'
#spencer reid#spencer reid angst#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x y/n#spencer reid fan fiction#criminal minds#criminal minds fanfic#cm#criminal minds angst
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Dating JJ Maybank
Author: @anonymous0writer
Warnings: Mentions of sex (I think that’s it) Mentions of abuse
A/N: I wanted to make one for JJ, and I have have another in the works. So is part two of Pretending. :)
Kissing:
He loves to kiss you
Neck, cheek, forehead, anywhere
JJ loves wrapping his arms around you from behind and kissing your neck until you tell him to stop
Every time you see each other, you kiss
You always kiss his cheek
Hickeys? Yes. He loves to make everyone know that those are from him
Especially when Turons hit on you
You love kissing his hair
You two will just bet sitting in the hammocks, holding hands and you’ll just press a kiss to his knuckles
Kissing is everything
Make out sessions when the rest of the pogues aren’t looking? Of course.
Teasing kisses are the best (and worst when you don’t get what you want)
JJ will brush his lips against yours, making you chase after him until he fully kisses you
Or he’ll kiss you heavily, and when it’s going somewhere.. he pulls away, making you playfully hit his arm or beg him for just one more kiss
Hanging out:
You guys are best friends
You don’t always cuddle or are around each other
That’s okay, because you are also best friends with Pope, John B. and Kie
You always hang out normally
Just laughs, beers and wild ideas
Like the old times, when you and JJ weren’t an couple
It’s so easy, and natural
You love that he’s your best friend and boyfriend
But sometimes, you and Kie will be hanging out and he’ll give you puppy eyes from across the room until you sit with him
The one downside (but you both secretly love it) to the pogues knowing, is that they tease you
Constantly. Literally, they don’t shut up
“Oh god, he’s giving her the eyes again.” “We better get out.” “Get a room!” “Ew. No PDA, remember?” “Jeez, can you guys go one second without having sex?”
When ever you laugh too much at a JJ joke, the boys attack you
Mimicking your laugh and giggling wildly
John B. will stand on the coffee table, giggling madly, saying in a high voice, “Oh JJ! You’re too funny. Stooop!”
Which will lead into you pushing him off and rolling your eyes
Pope loves to fake gag and throw up when you guys kiss
And Kie will always tell you to stay safe and use condoms- seriously, that girl has no shame
But they all love you and love that you guys are together
They love how happy you two are
Sex:
JJ is wild
He loves sex
Always teasing you
Always leaving hickeys and love bites
And he’ll always leave you a little sore the next day
He loves going hard
And there isn’t somewhere you haven’t had sex
John B.’s couch? Yes. The guest bedroom? Yes. Closet? Yes. Shower? All the time.
Literally anywhere, any time
You love when he pushes you against the wall
But he’s also into slow, passionate sex when both of you are tired or just not up for it
He loves going raw once you were on the pill
You’re always trying new positions
But your favorites are the wall, and doggy
Aftercare:
Cuddles are everything
Always cuddling
On the couch, after sex, in the hammock
He gives you his shirt, and you just cuddle and talk quietly until you fall asleep
He kisses you until you fall asleep
You love curling into his chest, drawing patterns on his bare chest as he rubs your back, kissing your forehead
He’s really into taking care of you
Sometimes, in the morning he’ll bring you breakfast
But it doesn’t happen often because 1) he’s lazy, and hates sneaking out of the bed because he always wakes you 2) he loves watching you sleep and 3) he’s horrible at cooking
Dating:
You’ll have nights by yourself, and most of the time, that leads to sex
Sometimes, you guys just sit together, doing your own thing, or just talk
You never really go on dates, though sometimes, he’ll ask John B. for the boat and you’ll go watch the sunset on the water
Both of you aren’t big on the fancy dinner dates
You’re perfectly happy with just spending time together and having a good summer
Sometimes, because you’re not very confidant, or good, JJ will help you with surfing, teaching you new tricks and hyping you up
You always surf together, and then go eat at Kiara’s parents restaurant or the Chateau, and you guys count that as a ‘date’
Touching:
It’s like the kissing
Always touching
Lazy circles drawn on the other’s arm
Absentmindedly playing with the other’s hair
Sometimes, you grab his hand while doing something else and play with his fingers
You always lazily touch each other
It’s a habit and a instinct
Just to make sure that the other is there
JJ always touches your arm or your waist
He’s never said it, but the constant touching started with him making sure you were always there, solid and real
Hurting:
Whenever JJ’s dad hurts him, he comes to you, bruised and battered
You always clean him up and take a shower together
You sit him on your bed and hold him if he needs to cry or talk
Sometimes you don’t talk at all, just fuck
Whatever he needs, you give to him
You always get him to stay at John B.’s as long as he can before he has to go back
And usually, after he comes over, and if it’s really bad, you’ll go outside to watch the sunset alone and cry
You hate seeing JJ so broken and abused
You don’t think he’s ever found out about you’re late night crying
But no matter what, you hold him and kiss him and tell him you love him and that his friends love him and that he’s perfect
Saying I love you:
You said it first
JJ was scared to say it, but once he knew you weren’t leaving and that you felt the same, he was quick to say it
It wasn’t anything special, just a normal night
You were in the hammock, softly swinging as you watched the sunset
His arms were around you and you felt so safe and loved
and you just blurted it
“I love you, JJ.”
You didn’t realize it, but JJ heard it and turned you around
“What?” You smiled. “I love you.” He blinked, totally unprepared. You touched his cheek. “You don’t have to say it back. It’s okay. I just wanted you to know.” And you were okay with him not saying it back at first. Because you knew deep down that he did.
But he said it. You fell asleep in his arms, leaving him to think about it
JJ loved you more than he could express, so he decided that when you woke up, he’d say “I love you so much.” and show you just how much
#obx#john b routledge#john b obx#jj maybank#jj#jj obx#pope heyward#kiara outer banks#kiara carrera#jj x reader#jj x y/n#jj x you#dating#outer banks imagine#outer banks
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Love bites || (7)
pairing: jj maybank x reader [eventually] || rafe cameron x reader
warnings: cursing, typos, violence, angst.
summary: it was supposed to be a good summer for you, the last one in the obx before going to college, the last one with your friends and family. Unfortunately, a sudden and mysterious death is about to completely change your life, pushing you directly into a brand new world and into a very sexy vampire’s arms.
A/N: I LOVED WRITING THIS PART! HAVE FUN READING IT! LOVE YOU GUYS!
part six || masterlist || part eight
“Shut up, JJ!” You screamed, entering the Chateau. “What’s going on?” Kiara asked, looking at her friends with confusion. “What happened guys?” She added. “He’s just being dramatic, again.” You said, crossing your arms. “Right—” He laughed nervously, walking up to you. “Her boyfriend—” You groaned, rubbing your face. “He’s not my boyfriend!” You snapped, face to face with the blond vampire. “We have more important things to talk about guys.” Kiara said, sensing the tension growing between you two. “Exactly! Ward thinks you’re suspicious, we need to do something about it.” You continued. “You might be in danger right now.” He shook his head. “You’re constantly defending him, are you in love with this asshole or something?” JJ asked, the question making you sigh. “He’s my friend! This is not about love or anything. We’ve been friends for years, JJ!” He clenched his jaw. “Tell me, are you jealous?” He laughed nervously, raising his hands. “You think—” He scoffed. “I’m not jealous, only worried.” You frowned. “You’re too attached to him, you could betray us.” Your eyes widened, your hand automatically raising itself to move against his cheek: the action releasing a loud sound. “Y/N!” Kiara gasped, jaw dropping. “I— Fuck you, JJ.” You murmured to him, ignoring his blank expression. “Guys, calm down!” Kiara said, watching you walk away from them. “Wha— Wait!” He shouted, following you to the front door. “Where are you going?” You opened the door without looking at him. “Far away from you.”
It’s been three days since you left: which already felt like an eternity to him. He wasn’t expecting it: the emptiness, the guilt, the craving and the pain. Obviously, everyone knew it, everyone could feel his distress every day and night, because his happiness disappeared at the same time as you did that night.
“... Too dangerous.” Marcus said to Kiara, giving the brunette another book of spells. “Hey, what’s going on with him?” He whispered to her, glancing at the lonely boy on the hallway. “Did something happened?”
“She, happened.” Kiara smirked, focusing on the book. “He pretends to be okay, but—” She sighed, briefly glancing at JJ. “It seems like his life isn’t the only thing he lost last year, his balls are missing too.”
“Fuck off, Kiara.” Marcus chuckled at the kids. “I’m right here, which means i can hear you guys.” JJ added, sighing as he stood up to join them in the messy office.
“Oh shit, really?” Kiara asked, pretending to be surprised, closing the book with one hand. “Might as well remind you that you’re an idiot then.” He rolled his eyes. “You should’ve said the truth, JJ.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said, shrugging his shoulders and swallowing hard his own lie. The brunette’s jaw dropped, and she threw the old book at him. “Hey! What the fuck?” He asked, moving out of the way.
“Exactly, JJ!” She shouted. “What the fuck?” She asked back, crossing her arms. “We all know, don’t lie it’s unnecessary.” Marcus remained silent, looking at the them with confusion.
“Alright!” JJ said. “And how, huh?” He asked, looking straight at her. “It’s too late! I can’t do it anymore, she hates me.” Kiara rolled her eyes: dramatic, she thought. “I don’t even know what to say or where to start. I’ve been in love with this girl since high-school, i’ve been thinking about her for years, i’ve been working at Topper’s every summers just to see her.” He looked exhausted, frustrated by his own emotions.
Kiara’s features softened at his honesty. “It’s never too late.” She said, trying to reassure him. “I saw it, JJ! It’s meant to be.” The blond laughed, not convinced. “She likes you, it’s an evidence.” She sighed. “And—”
“It’s too late for me.” He said sadly. “Because at the end of the day, she’s still a mortal Kook.” Marcus pursed his lips together in sad smile. “And, i’m a vampire.”
“JJ...” Kiara murmured, approaching him.
He turned around, hearing the familiar ringtone of his phone from the living room. He left the office, ignoring them both as they kept shouting his name. He shook his head, clenching his fists on the way to the couch, grabbing the cellphone rapidly. And suddenly, a smile appeared on his tired face at the sight of your name on his screen.
He licked his lips, shaking. “I— Hey!” He said with excitement, running a hand through his hair. “I mean— What’s going on, Y/N?”
“Hey.” He couldn’t believe it, smiling at the sound of your voice. “Tell me, isn’t it a bit late?” He frowned, looking at the dark hallway. “If you came here to apologize, you’re three days late, JJ.” You laughed alone, the blond remaining confused.
“Wha— What are you talking about?” He asked, walking back to the office. “I’m at the Chateau with Marcus and Kiara, we are working on the Ward situation.” They both looked at him with confusion. “What’s going on, Y/N?”
“Shit.” You murmured, going down the stairs. “I— I thought it was you!” You walked to the front door, making sure it’s locked. “There’s someone in front my house.”
Marcus frowned, nodding at JJ. “Wait, what?” The blond asked in worry. “Stay away from the doors and windows, Y/N!” He rubbed his face. “You’re safe, don’t worry, he can’t enter the house but—”
“My parents, they’re both gone.” You interrupted, walking around the house. “I’m home alone, JJ.”
“Calm down, Y/N.” He said, walking out the office, followed by Marcus and Kiara. “I’m on my way, don’t worry.” He hung up, looking for his keys.
“What’s going on, JJ?” The witch asked. “Is she okay? What happened?” He ignored her, searching everywhere. “Hey!”
“He’s at her house!” He shouted at her, pulling on his blond lock as he looked around. “We need to kill him, we need to do something.” He finally found the keys. “I need you guys, i can’t do this on my own.”
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“What the—” You murmured, hearing a loud noise from downstairs. You swallowed hard, opening the bedroom door, walking to the stairs: noticing the front door wide open. “No, no, no, no.” You cried, walking down the stairs in a rush to close it. “Shit.” You turned around, driven by paranoia.
A loud silence occupied the empty house, the cold atmosphere and fear eating you alive. You didn’t know what to do, cursing yourself as you remembered forgetting your phone on your bed.
You needed to tell JJ, you needed him here. “Dumb bitch.” You whispered, running back upstairs, panting through the panic. “Wait, what?” You asked, not finding it. “No, what the fuck—”
Another noise interrupted you, a scream escaping your trembling lips: which made the intruder smile to himself. You walked down the stairs in a rush, determined to leave the house since it wasn’t even safe here anymore. Unfortunately, as soon as you tried to open the front door: someone grabbed your waist, turning you around to slam you against the door as you screamed loudly.
There he was, the monster who killed Kelce a few days ago, the one who’s been chasing you ever since. The brown-haired boy around your age smiled, his dark eyes searching for yours. “You’re not going anywhere, my dear friend.” He looked different, the dead side showing up through his cold features. “The party just started.” He added with sinister smile, making you cry. “Shhh, shhh, shhh.” He murmured playfully, caressing your cheek with his dirty hand, your body shaking against the wooden door. “It’s okay—“
“Don’t touch me!” You cried, placing both hands on his chest as you tried to push him away. “Please— You killed my friend!” He chuckled, choking you lightly. “Stop— They’re gonna kill you too.”
“I’ll make sure you’ll die first.” He replied calmly, tightening his grip. “But we’re gonna play a little bit together.” You sobbed in silent, searching for a solution in your head. “Even though, it’s not okay to play with our food.”
“Why— Why are you doing this?” You asked, trying to gain more time by distracting him. “Please— Let me go.”
“It’s natural!” He exclaimed with enthusiasm, smiling awkwardly. “Damn, look at you…” He examined the veins in your neck, then your face attentively. “You’re beautiful, probably delicious as well.” He removed his hand from your throat, laughing as you started coughing. “I’ve been waiting for this moment—“ He paused, hearing something outside. “Shit—“
You noticed the concern on his face, the opportunity to escape as the tall man took a step back. “Fuck you!” You shouted, punching him across the face with all the strength you had before running towards the kitchen, whining in pain as you couldn’t feel your hand anymore.
“You’re gonna regret it!” He yelled from behind as you pulled out one knife, turning around and stabbing him in the stomach in a second. “Fucking bitch—“ He laughed at the action, noticing the blood on your hands and the disgust expression on your face. He pulled it out himself, throwing it away. “You’re gonna need way more than that.”
You remained silent in shock. “I’m— I’m sorry.” You mumbled automatically as JJ screamed your named from outside. You glanced at the hallway in panic, wanting to answer but as soon as the intruder turned around you panicked. “Don’t hurt him!” You added, grabbing his arm. “Don’t—”
He instantly pushed you away, straight against the counter, the impact making you whine in pain. His hand move to the back of your head, to pull on your hair. “You need to shut that pretty mouth.” He added, before roughly slamming your head against the wall.
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“Shit!” JJ yelled. “She’s not answering anymore!” Marcus was driving fast, the brunette witch sitting in the back and trying to calm him down. “If something happened to her—”
“Don’t say that!” Kiara said, the crew arriving in the quiet street. “She’s in the house, which means she’s safe! Maybe— Maybe she fell asleep or something.” She said, not very convinced by her own words.
“I— I can’t.” He said, clenching his jaw. “I can’t loose her, especially like this—” He hit the seat with a clenched fist. “I promised her—”
“You need to calm down, kid!” Marcus told him, focusing on the road. “I know it’s hard, but—” The blond boy couldn’t wait anymore, jumping off the car as they approached the house. “JJ!” He shouted, stopping instantly.
JJ ran towards the house, knocking on the front door like a maniac, shouting your name hopelessly. He tried to calm down, focusing on the sounds surrounding him: sighing in relief as soon as he heard your voice. Unfortunately, the joy left instantly as he heard the other man’s voice and the fear in yours emerging as your heartbeat increased.
Kiara and Marcus parked in the driveway, both running to the front porch, approaching JJ. “What’s wrong with you?” The older vampire asked. “Wha—“ He paused, looking at the door, sensing the other vampire’s presence. “He’s inside the house.”
“Wait, what?” Kiara asked. “Okay, let me—” She tried to enter, opening the front door, but Marcus and JJ both pushed her back.
“It’s too dangerous, you’re gonna get killed!” Marcus said. “It’s time to use your powers, i’m sure there is a spell for this.” Kiara frowned, unprepared. “I know it’s very stressful for you but—”
“I’m begging you!” JJ shouted, losing his mind. “She’s in danger, please do something. We need to enter this house before—” He paused, suddenly losing the ability to hear your voice and heartbeat. “I— I can’t hear her anymore.”
“I’ll go to the back!” Marcus said, disappearing instantly.
Kiara sighed. “Let me try something.” She said, pushing the blond out of her way. “I need you to stay calm, i need to concentrate.” She started murmuring inaudible words, breathing in and out.
“Kiara…” JJ murmured, looking at the inside of the house with clenched fists. This was a real torture for him, the worst scenarios popping up in his mind. “Kiara!”
“It’s done!” She shouted back, opening her eyes. “It’s— I think it’s done, you should be able to—” He didn’t let her finish, entering the house. “Be careful!”
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“...Be careful!” The intruder smirked to himself, looking at your unconscious body laying on the kitchen’s floor before exiting the house by using the back-door.
JJ smelled something that worried him even more as he walked in: blood. He ran towards the kitchen, kneeling down next to you as soon as he saw you, feeling like crying at the terrible scene. He pulled you closer, taking you in his arms and grimacing at the sight of your bloody nose. He caressed your cheek, calling your name again and again.
“Kiara!” He yelled. “Please— Wake up, Y/N.” He repeated again, holding you tight. “Why— I can’t hear her heartbeat!” He almost cried as the witch walked in. “Fuck—” He used his thumb to wipe the blood under your nostrils.
Kiara sat down next to you two, grabbing your wrist. “Wait.” She said, trying to concentrate to find your heartbeat. “She—“ JJ was panting, filled with anger and sadness as he held you close to his own heart. “She’s alive.” Kiara murmured, smiling in relief. “She’s alive, JJ.”
The blond boy closed his eyes, tears emerging from the corners as you coughed and blinked a few times. The brunette couldn’t stop smiling, catching your gaze as you opened your eyes slowly.
“Kie—” You paused, confused and coughing again. You blinked, moving one hand to JJ’s arm, smiling at him. “I—” Kiara stood up and left, wondering where Marcus was. “Hey…” You murmured, looking straight at him as kept holding you.
“Hey…” He said with a weak smile, almost breaking down. He pressed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes, repulsing the urge to cry as he kissed your skin. “Don’t— You scared the shit out of me, Y/N.” You chuckled, your hand moving to his cheek. “I’m sorry for the other night.” He added, pulling away to look at you.
“Me too.” You admitted, still feeling guilty for slapping him and running away. “I—“ He didn’t let you finish, pulling you into a tight hug, making you whine. “JJ— I can’t breath.” You laughed against his neck, his hand resting behind your head. “Are you— Are you crying?” You asked, hearing him snif.
“Never.” He said, holding back the tears. “Shut up, Y/N.” He added, hearing your giggles. “Fuck— I thought you were—“ You pulled away, resting your head against his chest, surprised to hear his own heart beating so fast.
“I’m okay, JJ.” You said, your body relaxing against him. “I’m okay…” You sighed peacefully, cuddling him in the silent kitchen, every dark thoughts and fears magically disappearing.
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Friends to Lovers in Canon Universe
I'll be the light and lead you home (when there's nowhere left to go) by @homebody-nobody and @hmspogue
“Hi, Dad,” he says, his heart pounding, his veins already humming with fight-or-flight adrenaline. He can feel his brain kicking into overdrive as his body is tensing to prepare for whatever comes next. Keep your voice down, his mind reiterates, reciting rules that governed years of his childhood, learned the hard way and necessary for his safety -- for survival. Stay an arms length away, nod and agree, don’t tell him no, respond with “yes sir”, keep your voice down for as long as possible, and get out before the yelling starts at all costs… But, now, in the midst of this frantic inventory, a new rule makes its way into his consciousness. Stay between him and Kiara.
baby, it’s halloween (we can be anything)
JJ tags along with Kie as she goes costume shopping but she leaves the store with much more than she bargained for.
The Haunting of Crowley Manor
After spending the night with JJ, going to Sarah's Halloween party at an abandoned, and allegedly haunted, Kook mansion is not high on Kiara's list of things she wants to be doing. When the Pogues do some exploring, what they find is unsettling at best. Even amidst all the pandemonium, Kiara would really just like to clear the air.
you wanna play with fire (stick and poke tattoo) by @homebody-nobody
'JJ chews on the information she’s given him, tracing his fingers down her arm, over the curve of her elbow and back up to her shoulder. “You’re still gonna go home, right?” He asks, uncertainty and maybe longing in his voice. She realizes, then, that of course she is. Her parents love her, even if they don’t know how to show it, don't understand what the Cut and its inhabitants (and one in particular) mean to her. Of course, she’s going to go home. Because JJ doesn’t get to. Because she still can.
touch me someone by @homebody-nobody
He pulls away from her, and his eyes are wide but dry as his chest heaves. He looks wild, uncaged and raw, the moonlight turning his blond hair white and his blue eyes into pools of silver. Tragedy and shock have destroyed him, the chains he’d wrapped around his brash, heedless, unending want twisted into shards by an explosion of hurt and grief. He has always been the victim, the boy left behind in empty rooms with nothing but loss and bloody fragments, told to piece himself back together. Finally, they’ve taken the last thing. When he told John B they had nothing to lose, they still had each other. And now, he doesn’t even have that. But she’s still here.
A Midsummers Night's Scheme
Kiara really doesn't want to go to Midsummers, and this time it isn't just about the socioeconomics of it all. When she runs into someone she was hoping never to see again, she enlists the help of JJ, who might already be more involved than she would've ever thought.
georgia (georgia, i love your son) by @jiaaras
Two years after Sarah and John B died (or disappeared, if you asked JJ), Kiara and JJ must deal with the return of a familiar face to the Outer Banks.
it was there the whole time
The rest of the pogues notice that JJ and Kiara are hopelessly in love with each other long before they do themselves.
because i'm still in love with you (i wanna see you dance again.)
post season one; John B and Sarah are gone, Pope is M.I.A and Kiara just wants to help JJ stop drinking so much.
lets go surfing by @simpforjiara
everything good happens in the surf
and even when you look away i know you think of me by @hvitstark
The night of graduation Kie worries about the future.
Her Boys *trigger warning character drugged against their will*
Some guy tries to drug Kiara during a kegger at the Boneyard, and her boys ride to the rescue, and then take her home and take beautiful care of her…which leads to a very unique first Jiara kiss.
five times JJ or Kie kissed the other as friends + 1 time they were definitely not friends by @simpforjiara
don't blame me for fallin' (i was just a little boy) by @simpforjiara
JJ Maybank could never just simply care about something, when it came to Kiara it was always too much
Home is Where the Puppy Lives by @tiggerusername
Four months after John B and Sarah disappear, everything in Outer Banks is strange. JJ and Kiara are hardly talking. Pope is hardly around. And storms keep coming. That is until Kiara decides to visit the chateau after work one day and finds a puppy stuck in the destruction of the night outside.
Snapshots Through Time
Just as the title implies, jumps in time depicting moments in JJ and Kiara’s lives. First as friends, then as a couple, and eventually as a family.
Don't overthink it
For the majority of the time she was not even sure she liked JJ as a person.
i don’t wanna be your friend (i wanna kiss your lips)
If she’s being honest, Kiara used to think about kissing JJ all the time. aka the five times kiara thinks about kissing jj, and the one time she finally does it.
I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?
JJ and Kiara grow closer in the aftermath of what should have been the best summer of their lives.
One of Us Must Know (Sooner or Later)
After spending a night with Pope, Kie runs to the person she was meant to be with in the first place.
it wasn’t special til i met you by @dayas
kiara never expects teaching jj to braid to matter so much. it does. or, alternatively, the four times kiara lets jj braid her hair and the one time she doesn’t.
every piece of you
Five places that Kie hadn’t expected to be intimate when kissed and one place she does.
if we were meant to be, we would've been by now by @alphinias
five times JJ was jealous, and one time he didn't have to be
and if my wishes came true (it would’ve been you)
the one where jj and kiara go on a road trip together and do a miserable job of pretending they’re not two idiots in love
tell me when you’re falling (can you hear me calling?)
being in love with your best friend makes vacationing pretty inconvenient. luckily for kiara, said best friend will never suspect a thing.
bare necessities by @rae-of-fricking-sunshine
the five times they were unintentionally undressed, and the one time they weren't
better date than never by @alphinias
Kiara is sick of her mom badgering her about the single groomsmen at her cousin's wedding, so obviously, taking JJ as her date is the perfect solution. It won't be complicated. Not at all.
i had a few (got drunk on you)
Kiara is a student at bartender school and JJ is helping her practice (when he isn’t hindering her by drinking all the liquor).
i'll be there 'til the stars don't shine by @maybankiara
in which the pogues throw a kegger, and jj keeps getting distracted by the feelings he might have for one of his closest friends.
What if... (Secrets are dug in the best friends' back yard?) by @tiggerusername
What if JJ and Kiara have been keeping a massive secret from the Pogues? What if JJ and Kiara were a lot closer than anyone had expected during Kiara's Kook year?
Standing On Younger Ground by @usnavisbubbly
If he really thinks about it, he knows it probably just took missing her for an entire year for him to realize that he never wanted to again. Miss her, that is. That shit was brutal. She’s his best friend and he wants her around all the time. It’s just that now, he sometimes wishes it was just them. Like, he’d never want John B and Pope to go away, per se, he just also wants Kie to himself? Or something? It’s confusing.
Bad Timing
the one where the Pogues all had a thing for Kie, all get rejected and JJ eventually finds the right time.
wish you were sober
The Pogues are growing up and following their dreams, which means it's time for JJ and Kiara to sort through some feelings.
around the world
You can take the boy out of the Outer Banks, but you can't take the Outer Banks out of the boy. when it's all calmed down, kiara travels the world. jj's not precisely an unwelcome addition.
drunk off of nothing but of each other until the sunrise (i swear to god it was the best night of my life)
The night before Kie leaves for collage JJ finally makes a move. It's the start and end of something all at once.
friends don’t look at friends that way
anyone observant can see that JJ and Kiara are clearly more than friends.
You Can Get Lost in the Music For Hours, Honey by @anniebibananie
A love story told (predominately) through text messages and a collaborative spotify playlist.
Come Down to the Black Sea Swimming with Me
JJ and Kiara try to deal with the aftermath of John B and Sarah's deaths, and find it easier together.
if this is love, i know it’s true (i won’t forget you)
kiara carrera doesn’t know when she falls in love with jj maybank. she just knows that she does, and there’s nothing she can do about it.
i want to see you stare at ceilings until you fall back asleep
jj and kie have a moment.
(au mid-season before any of that insane police chase stuff went down)
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GH | 35. Dance Break
GH 34 GH 36
It has been a weekI was staying with Rudy in his apartment and, so far, it has been great. Not that I expected anything other than that. There hasn't been much progress in our thing aside from kissing more often and having a harder time keeping our hands to ourselves and I think that could be because of the fact that we were alone and didn't have to worry about getting caught or being teased. I facetimed Maddie pretty much everyday, once in a while with Chase (mostly when he claimed Maddie's phone when she was talking to me) and even had Drew once or twice, not so distrectly, trying to update me on Chaselyn. I loved that they were still as chaotic as ever and couldn't wait to visit them. Rudy had some online interviews and also did some lives on Instagram with other cast members. Aside from editing some of my own pictures, I had nothing else to do in the meantime so I stayed in the background, either cleaning or reading one of the many books Rudy owned. Another day came by and Rudy was supposed to go live again with JD. I had to answer to some e-mails but decided to push that task to when Rudy was busy so I could be busy myself. "Aaaand we're live!" I didn't even noticed Rudy getting ready to start it so I immeadiatly got up from the couch with my laptop with the intention of going to "our" room so Rudy could be more comfortable by himself. To my surprise, he told me to stay, laughing at the fact that I thought I would be bothering him, claiming he didn't mind the company at all. It was cute and I felt better, so, after I finished my e-mails, I stood on my same spot, staring at him, appreciating the way he comunicated with his fans and even giving acting advice. I even heard him reading comments of peole asking about me, which resulted in him stealing glances at me, not bothering to hide his cheeky smile. He went to put some music on and, with his eyes on me, started dancing. I laughed quietly at the boy in front of me. "Ma'lady.", he extented his hand to me, asking me to dance with him. I shook my head, smiling nervously about the fact he wanted me to appear on the live. Not that it never happened before, but it wasn't just us. Being just us felt like officializing whatever we had and, it's not that I didn't want it, it's not that I didn't appreciate the love and support everybody showed towards our potential relationship, it was that I just wanted to be sure that what we had was something real, that we were both on the same page, before diving right in, no questions asked, and end up getting hurt, or worse, lose Rudy's friendship, which I valued over everything that has been going on between us. But something in the way he looked at me made me forget about that concern and just go with it. Like we usually did. I held his hand, adjusting my crop top and my sweatpants when he pulled me to my feet. "Dance break!", he shouted. At first we danced together, twirling around, making dips, pretending to dance a professional tango, laughing the entire time at how bad we were at it. I actually forgot about the phone showing it to thousands of people for a moment. Another song started playing, making us break apart so each one could do their own thing, their own dance-ish thing, just goofing around in front the phone camera. Still dancing, Rudy made his way to the phone to check the comments. Curious, I did the same, doing a weird walk towards him, making him laugh as he looked at me through the screen.
user they're fucking goals omg
user1 AHHHHHH IM SCREAMING THEYRE SO CUTE
jonathandavissofficial I have no idea who these people are
madelyncline GO BEST FRIENDS, GO BEST FRIENDS
user2 are they living together?
madisonbaileybabe Weeeerrrkkk
user3 just confirm youre dating alreadyyyy
"Hi friends!", I exclaimed, timidly, contrasted to my quirky attitude not even five seconds before, which made Rudy laugh. I bumped my hip into his as in telling him to shut up but it only made him laugh harder. "Hey JD, get in man.", Rudy said. I went around the kitchen table to the fridge to grab some water. Being the clumsy shit I am, I miscalculated when I should tilt the water bottle to take a sip and a bit of water ran down my chin, leaving a thin trail of water to run down my crop top. I cursed in a hushed tone and, hoping Rudy didn't just witness that, I took a glance at him, but the idiot was already looking at me, visibly holding back a laugh. I held a finger up signaling him to not even try to say anything as I tried to uselessly clean the water drops between my boobs. His eyes didn't leave mine though, well actually, my chest. "Stop staring stupid.", I whispered, now controlling my laugheter too. He just winked at me and turned his attention back to the live.
user ok tell me I wasnt the only one who saw the wink
user1 THE WINK bYE
user2 I want someone to looka at me the way Rudy looks at Kelly
user3 imagine getting winked at by Rudy Pankow im so jealous of Kelly rn
JD eventually joined the live, Rudy moved to the couch and I decided to stay in the kitchen. I was doind my own thing, once in a while Rudy moved the camera so I could appear when JD asked me a question or wanted to include me in a conversation. I interrupted Rudy and JD's current discussion by accidentally dropping a pan, making a loud, echoing sound when it hit the floor. Rudy's eyes widened at the sudden noise. "What the hell was that?", JD asked through the phone. "Kelly.", he asnwered, "What are you doing?", he turned to me. "Waffles." Rudy gasped in excitement getting up from the couch. "Yo Kelly's making me waffles!", he said to the phone. "Who said it was for you?" His excitement dropped and I couldn't contain my laugh for long. "Oh shoot!" "I'm kidding! You can have some!" He smiled again and I heard JD laugh. "Ship. Ship, ship, ship." "Shut up Pope.", Rudy said, fake mad, impersonating JJ.
They ended the live at the same time I finished removing the last waffles from the machine. I separated it into two plates and set them up on the kitchen table along with some toppings and fruits and cutted earlier. Rudy came to stand behind me as I cleaned the waffle machine, his arms wrapping around my waist from behind and his lips leaving kisses from my right shoulder to under ear. "Have I ever told how much I love you and your waffles?" "Hmm, no, not that I can remember.", I joked, cleaning my hands with a towel and turning my head to look at him. He kissed my nose and smiled. "Well I do love you. And your waffles."
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to be loved by you || pope heyward
pairing: pope heyward x fem!reader, fem!reader x unrequited!jj maybank
warnings: cursing, angst, typos
summary: people are made to be loved, but not every love is shared
notes: i personally don’t know what this is, @diverdcwn told me to listen to a song over and over again and this is what i wrote. please let me know what you think, thank you lovies!
Have you ever been so in love with someone that whenever they were around, you struggled to breathe? It was as if someone had their knee buckled in your chest, you were gasping for breaths but then they smiled at you, and everything fell into place. Their smile washed away any worry you were feeling, the twinkling in their eyes made you feel at home. That’s how you felt when you looked at JJ Maybank. You were so madly in love with your best friend that it felt wrong, but yet so right.
You fell in love with him so easily, he didn’t give you much of a choice. You loved him for how wild and spontaneous he was. You loved him for how he could make the worst day of your life feel like a mere roadblock in your life. You loved him for how he made you step outside of your comfort zone and live your life to the fullest. But the only consequence of falling in love with someone that is so erratic was that they rarely ever loved you back. He was too focused on the next step, too focused on that next trip that would get his blood rushing. He didn’t have time for love.
Loving JJ Maybank was frustrating yet so wonderful at the same time, even if it was unrequited. You accepted that he’d never love you back, but you never got over it. It’s why you found yourself sitting on a table in The Wreck, watching your friends eat leftover fries and drinking warm beer. If you couldn’t love JJ romantically, you were going to keep that friendship there, keep him close so that you could still feel him.
You laughed at JJ and Kie, watching them dance stupidly to some song playing over the speakers. Your legs were crossed on the wooden table, moving your shoulders to the beat. You ignored the looks JJ gave Kie, the longing looks that he was so used to getting from you. JJ was not only focused on the next step, but he was more focused on the other female that blessed your group of friends.
Of course, it made you sad. Of course, it made you feel worthless. But the world works in mysterious ways and the people that you love, don’t always love you back in the same way. There was no point in dwelling on it or crying over it until the sun rose above the horizon. You learnt that at a young age, after many nights crying about how JJ couldn’t love you back but you accepted the fact that he wasn’t made to love you.
You felt a hand graze your knee, eyes flickering from the couple dancing in the centre of the restaurant to the man that knew all your deepest and darkest secrets. Pope Heyward; your knight in shining armor. He gave you a supportive smile, his pearl whites brightening your mood instantly.
“Come dance with me,” He nodded his head to the couple, taking your hand and helping you off the table. He twirled you around, making you giggle softly and he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you against his chest. He swayed you to the side, and you let him lead you, trusting him. He sang the lyrics to the song in your ear as you rested your forehead on his shoulder.
You were so lost in the moment, listening to his voice wrap around you so gently. You loved Pope’s voice - if anyone asked you to name the one thing that calms you down intensely, the answer without a doubt would be his voice. He knew what he was doing, he used this to distract you from letting the negative thoughts enter your mind and every time it worked.
“You good now?” Pope asked softly, bringing your face to look up at him when he finished singing.
“You’re the best, you know that?” you smiled at him, chuckling as he pretended to think about the answer before nodding confidently.
“I’m pretty great,” he smugly replied, making you roll your eyes playfully.
“Guys, we’re going to head out, can you lock up?” Kie grinned at you, throwing the keys at you already knowing your answer. It wasn’t unusual for you or Pope to lock up The Wreck, you enjoyed the quietness of the restaurant when it wasn’t as busy as during the day.
You bid goodbye to the pogues that left in pairs, leaving you and Pope standing in the middle of the makeshift dance floor. “You know, Kie didn’t even mop the floors.” Pope informed you, making you groan.
“She always leaves that for me,” you pouted, walking to the backroom and prepping the mop bucket. When you returned, Pope was lifting the chairs up onto the table, and you smiled gratefully at him. “You can sing to me while I do this,” you suggested.
“Ehhh how about no?” Pope laughed, walking around the restaurant.
He watched you roll your eyes again, ignoring the fuzzy feeling in his stomach at the sight. It was something that always had an effect on him, seeing you roll your eyes. He wasn’t sure if it was because you did it so often messing with him, or the fact that you looked so good doing it. He leaned on the bar, watching you start to mop the floor.
Have you ever been so in love with someone that watching them do the most mundane things made your heart want to leap out of your chest? That’s how Pope felt when he watched you, he watched you dance with the mop mouthing the lyrics to the song playing. He didn’t have much of a choice falling in love with you, you made it so easy. He loved how you didn’t even have to try but yet you made him laugh and smile. He loved how you didn’t even work at The Wreck but yet here you were mopping the floors. He loved how you knew every song that came on the radio, and even if you didn’t know the words, you’d still try sing along. But the only consequence of falling in love with you, was watching you fall in love with someone else.
“What are you thinking about, pretty boy?” you asked, walking by him and playfully dragging the mop over the tip of his converses.
Pope tried to protest but when his eyes flickered from his now wet shoes to your face, he lost all ambition to speak. The way that the sunset drifted in through the windows of The Wreck, the light hit you right across the face, making your eyes sparkle. Every inch of you just looked perfect. And in fear of making himself look like a fool, Pope blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “You’re beautiful.”
You weren’t sure if you heard him right, your brows furrowing close together. “W-what?” you coughed out, seeing the panic look cross his face. Pope looked away from you, mumbling something completely incoherent. “You think I’m beautiful?”
“Just forget that I said that,” Pope muttered, pushing past you and rushing towards the door.
“Pope, where are you going?” You called out, trying to stiffen a laugh. You don’t know why he was running away, you knew where he lived and if he wasn’t there, he’d be at John B’s. You dropped the mop and chased after him, knowing he wouldn’t be able to run as far as he wanted to because he wasn’t the most athletic one in your group.
“Shit, y/n, can you just forget that I said that?” Pope pleaded, turning to face you all of a sudden making you crash against his chest.
“Why would I want to forget that?” you asked.
“Because you’re in love with JJ and it just makes everything more complicated,” Pope sighed, running his hands over his face in frustration.
You frowned at his words, “So because I’m in love with JJ means that you can’t think I’m attractive?”
“Attractive? Hell, you’re better than that. Yo-You’re absolutely out of this world, every aspect of you.”
“Pop-”
“No, this is why I wanted you to forget it because once the words start coming, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop...” Pope started to pace, using his hands to speak but you watched in silence, letting him get whatever he wanted off his chest, “You love JJ, I get it, okay? But I want you to know that he’s a god damn bloody idiot for not loving you back. If that were me, I wouldn’t waste a second in putting a ring on that hand because you’re so damn precious and I-I love you, I love you like you love JJ, and it kills me.” Pope sighed, stopping in his tracks and he did everything to make sure he wasn’t making eye contact with you.
“Since when?” You asked, your voice a mere whisper. You thought back to those nights when Pope comforted you crying about JJ, and you realised now how much pain it may have caused.
“Pffft, since, I don’t know... your twelfth birthday? your eleventh birthday? forever? It feels like forever honestly...”
You hesitantly closed the gap between your bodies, wrapping your fingers around his and pulling him into an embrace. He was tense at first but melted into your body, allowing his arms to wrap around you. “I’m so sorry,” You mumbled into his ear, rubbing his back. You felt him shake his head in the crook of your neck, your hearts were pounding against one another.
“You don’t have to be sorry for anything, you’re still my best friend.” Pope whispered, his breathe warming your skin.
“It’s an honour to be loved by you.”
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Family Matters | Chapter 1: Aftermath
Hello wonderful people!
I hope you guys had a restful and wonderful week. As I post this I am at work. It technically is not Saturday, but since I will be studying like there is no more life left to live tomorrow I thought I might as well post today.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter and I’ll try to post chapter 2 next Saturday. If you want to be added to the tag list please feel free to let me know. And thank you all so much for all the comments, reblogs and likes, they really make my day.
-Ash
Warnings: Swearing, sexual references, violence and murder references, public embarrassment, and very bad jokes!
Word Count: 4.7k
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Chapter 1: Aftermath
"Nu-uh bruh, I know you didn't just interrupt me mid-sentence." She spoke, clearly not having it. "I did not work my butt off to make it to the FBI just so that a man who wears sweaters in the middle of July cuts me off on my first day!"
It seemed only like yesterday she and Spencer had met. To be quite frank, she did not expect them to become friends, not in the slightest, but now she wouldn't have it any other way.
"Is she okay?" The woman asked as she waved a hand in front of the agent. "Should I call someone?"
"She's fine, I bet she's just trying to remember something really important." The man said, slightly shaking her arm. "Doctor" he began, in a low voice, "Now is not the time to get lost daydreaming about whatever it is you daydream.”
That was enough to bring her back to the real world, reminding her where she was and the fact that she had no idea why she was there. "I was just... going over my grocery list?"
"During our meeting?"
"I apologize Section Chief Strauss, I sometimes think of such unimportant things when I get anxious, and the secrecy of this meeting counts as an anxious level ten." She smiled, but the woman in front of them seemed unimpressed. "Nonetheless, I will not think about groceries again until we have discussed, whatever we are discussing." She looked between her and her colleague, as they both analyzed her behavior.
"Well, let's cut to the chase." The woman finally gave up trying to comprehend her and routed back to the reason they were there. "I have here the official request for a transfer, for either of you, to the department of your choice."
"Are you crazy lady?!" She spoke, soon enough realizing her mistake. "I am so sorry; I do not know where that came from. I was just so taken aback, by the comment. Why would either of us want to transfer? We love our team!"
"Yes, that much is clear."
"Did we do something to upset you or the team? Is it our performance?" Spencer said as he frantically played with the ends of his sweater. He was clearly as nervous as she was, both completely terrified of losing their team, and just as they were becoming close.
"As you know, we have a strict policy against fraternizing within the same unit, and it has come to my attention that the two of you are now seeing each other in a non-professional setting. I cannot allow this, so your options are to stop seeing each other, or one of you needs to transfer."
Before Spencer could logically explain the misunderstanding, she had already spiraled into her usual rant. "Unbelievable! You go to one wedding with your coworker in which you pretend to be a couple. You share one fake kiss and suddenly you can't work together?! I didn't even enjoy the kiss!" She exclaimed and then realized how that would sound to her friend. "Now, Spencer, that does not mean you're a bad kisser, you're actually a great kisser I was pleasantly surprised but there is something about someone squishing your cheeks and your ex-boyfriend now turned cousin-in-law being there that kind of ruins the mood, you know? Not that if that wasn't the case we would have still kissed, because that would be weird, especially because we are not dating, but still, I don't want you to think that when I say I didn't enjoy the kiss it has something to do with you or your skills. As I said, it had more to do with the scenery, you know?"
"What she meant to say, Chief Strauss" Spencer stepped in, aware of how her words didn't make the situation any better, "is that we are not romantically involved. It's too early in the morning and she doesn't know what she's talking about, this is probably a dream she had." He excused, "now, I know it seems weird that we arrive together every morning, but it has nothing to do with us seeing each other, I simply do not approve of driving to work alone, it's bad for the environment, so my friend and colleague here has agreed to carpool. We would do it with other people on our team if they didn't live in the opposite direction as us."
"Are you sure, Dr. Reid?"
"When have I not been?" He gave her an innocent smile. "If I were seeing the doctor here, in a romantic way I would let you know myself."
"I will trust that you will keep your word." She looked at the two of them, clearly still skeptical about the situation. "You may leave."
With subtle speed, they both made their way back to their desk.
"Seriously? You brought up the kiss?"
"I am so sorry. For some weird reason, I thought she already knew, and once I started talking it was impossible to shut up. Don't you have those days, when you just talk and talk, and talk, like there is no need for air, and then you realize that people aren't asking you the questions you're answering and you fall into a deeper whole hoping they will realize in how bad of a state you are and stop asking the imaginary questions you've been answering?"
"We need to get you some coffee."
"Okay."
The not so subtle eyes of the rest of their team followed the pair as they made their way to the coffee machine. As soon as they heard the machine come to life, their boss Aaron Hotchner—Hotch for the friends—approached them, a serious look on his face. He was wearing a black suit and a white dress shirt underneath, a red tie to finish the look. His hair was very professionally pulled back, as it always was.
"Are you both okay? I know meetings with Strauss aren't necessarily the most pleasant."
"We're fine."
"She wanted to know if Spencer and I were dating."
"And? Are you?"
"No, of course not. Spencer helped me out with a family situation a couple of weeks ago and I offered to drive him to work and get him coffee."
"And the two of you requesting this weekend off has nothing to do with Strauss' suspicion?"
"No." Reid moved his hands through his hair, clearly becoming irritated about answering the same question, he didn’t appreciate the doubt everybody seemed to have on their friendship. "I am simply being a supportive friend. If we had a romantic relationship going on we would have definitely told you, and if it were serious I would have asked to transfer like Strauss wanted one of us to do."
There was a silence, as the man attempted to read them, finally deciding they were telling the truth he nodded and walked back to his office.
"Well, this is what happens when you lie." She said under her breath.
She served herself a cup of coffee, lamenting there was no cream available and swallowing the bitter drink as she made her way to her desk. A dark-skinned man with a green shirt, black pants, and his gun holstered to the side, as it always was approached the pair, followed by him were two blondes. The first one—Penelope Garcia—with glitter through her face, cat framed glasses over her light brown eyes, and a bright pink dress accompanied with immensely big heels. The other—JJ—wore a white dress shirt that had the first button undone, accompanied by dress pants and black heels, her hair laid flat on the sides of her face and her blue eyes observed them intently. Finally, Emily joined the group, her never-failing dark pants, now accompanied by a navy dress shirt, and a smile that played on her lips as she looked at them.
"Are you two going to tell us or are we going to have to forcefully remove the information from you?" The man asked.
"You're gonna have to do much better than that if you want us to talk, Derek Morgan." She said to him.
"Just tell us already!" Penelope begged.
"You both know that we will not leave until you tell us!" JJ added.
"Fine," she sighed and prepared herself. "Spencer and I are leaving the BAU."
"WHAT?!" all of them exclaimed, worry in their voices.
"We realized that we were in fact in love with each other and since we cannot date and work together, we have decided to both leave. We're thinking of moving to the west coast. You guys can come to visit anytime." Spencer added with all seriousness.
There was a moment of silence, a long one. The whole team contemplated the reality of both Spencer and her gone. Emily took it the hardest, after the three of them almost died she had made sure she was there for both of them, and she couldn't imagine being in a similar situation and not having them. She almost began crying at the notion before the two doctors laughed.
"Did you see their faces?" She asked with uncontained amusement.
"Yes, oh my, they were totally gonna miss us."
"I know!"
They laughed for a couple more minutes before Derek interrupted them. "What the hell is going on?"
"What's going on, is that you just got schooled by Spencer and me." They fist-bumped after her comment. "So, how does it feel, to be defeated by not one, but two genius doctors?"
"You little..."
"Hey, watch that mouth!" Spencer reprimanded "That's the love of my life you're speaking to."
"Oh honey, I love it when you defend me." This once again brought them to laughter. "In all seriousness though, after people noticed that Spencer and I arrived together every day, they assumed we were dating and so did Strauss, that's why she wanted to meet with us. She wanted one of us to transfer or for us to stop dating, but since we are not dating, there was nothing to worry about."
"You guys are jerks," Emily spoke for the first time, as she lightly punched them. "You had me going there for a minute."
"Sorry, Em. We just wanted you guys to stop being so nosy."
"Rude!" JJ and Penelope exclaimed.
"Come on guys, you have been staring at us since we came back from our meeting with Strauss, you are nosy," Spencer said to the group.
"I don't think I like this alliance anymore," Garcia said as she crossed her arms. "I am going back to my Batcave. I have been seriously disrespected by these people."
"Bye Garcia."
"We love you!"
The rest of the week was uneventful, to say the least, and although they had a case that week, it seemed to breeze by. Those were her favorites when they could save as many people as possible and stop these sick people early on. What she didn't like about an easy week was that at the end of it she had to go to her stupid family retreat. At the moment, she was in Spencer's apartment, helping him pack for the weekend. The poor genius had no idea what to expect, and she did not have the heart to tell him that her family was known for a very active lifestyle. Every single member of her family played at least one sport (well, her mom's side. Her dad's... not so much) and she knew Spencer was not necessarily a fan of the outdoors.
"Why do you have so much sunscreen? It's only two days! And if the weather forecast is correct, it's going to rain, and we'll be stuck inside anyway."
"Have you seen me? I have sensitive skin!"
"You have to be kidding. The mighty Spencer Reid, who can talk his way out of any situation, is afraid of getting sunburned?" She asked with amusement.
"You take down serial killers, serial rapists, terrorists, and all kinds of scary people but are still afraid of the narcissist you have for a cousin."
"Touché."
They made their way towards the small cabins her family had bought years before she was even born, the memories flooding back like it had been yesterday... Nope, she was not doing a flashback. She was mentally blocking every single thought about the day Tyler left her for Anna and how that had become the story everyone told in family dinners, as if humiliating your long-term girlfriend in preference of her narcissistic cousin was somehow romantic. She was not the same girl she was two years ago. She was an FBI agent, she was a hostage negotiator, she was a profiler, and she was damn good at what she did. Overall, she had learned that getting married and having a family didn't have to be her end goal. She could have both, and she had all the time in the world to decide whether she wanted kids or a husband. And if the answer to those questions was no, the last thing that should matter was what her family thought.
"By how hard you're gripping the steering wheel, your furrowed brow, and your tongue sticking out of your mouth as you drive, I'd have to say you're suppressing the memories of the last time you were here."
"Are you seriously profiling me right now? Do you really think it's the best time?"
"I am trying to understand how to best help you." He defended himself. "I need to understand what you're feeling to provide the best support I can. I am here for you, and I need you to remember that."
"Stay away from the basketball court, soccer, field, football field, and the tennis area." She changed the subject. "I know you're decent at baseball, so we can try our luck with that, I also know you swim, so we can do that as well. There is a small chess area Tyler and I used to play in, so if you can destroy him, which I know you can, please do." She turned to see him staring her down, knowing full well what she was doing. "Listen, Spencer, I really appreciate where you're coming from, and I am forever grateful to you. However, dwelling in the past will not help me move on. I want us to have a good time, to enjoy the sun and free food, maybe get to know each other better outside of work. Despite me wanting to beat Anna and Tyler at everything, mostly I want to prove to them, and myself, that I am better than all that bullshit they put me through, that I came out stronger on the other side, I want to leave Sunday feeling good with myself." Before she registered what was happening Spencer had planted a soft kiss on her cheek, almost making her lose control of the wheel. "What was that for?"
"You're finally starting to sound like the same person that I met exactly a year, two months, and three days ago."
"Stop being cute. It's like you want me to fall in love with you." She said, jokingly. Though from their recent interactions that didn't seem like such a crazy idea.
"I am definitely not cute."
"Doctor Spencer Reid, do we need to work on your self-esteem next?"
"No, of course not."
"Mhmm."
They parked and unloaded their bags from the trunk, Spencer taking both, one on each of his shoulders, and linking their hands together they made their way to her mother. She smiled at them and waved incessantly until they were standing right in front of the woman. She was wearing tan Capri pants and a very bright, very pink golf shirt. Her dark hair was tied into a ponytail and her custom sunglasses covered her eyes, which as soon as they were close enough she removed. As she looked around, she thought once more that grandma leaving them so much money was the worst idea she ever had. It was part of the reasons her accomplishments didn't seem as important to her relatives. They simply assumed she used her money and position to get them. Nothing could be further from the truth; she had managed to earn her position with hard work and effort. Refusing to touch her part of the inheritance, rather saving it for her kids if she had any, or to donate to all the charities she could think of. For now, she used part of her own salary to donate.
"If it isn't my favorite daughter and son-in-law!" the woman said with an excited tone.
"I am your only daughter, and he is your only son-in-law."
"Now, now, sweetie, don't be a downer. I just scored the best cabin for you two!" She hoped she would say it was the one closest to the lake, as that was her dream cabin. She had assumed Anna would take it, as her payment for cutting her honeymoon short, but maybe, just maybe she could have something nice for once. "I know how much privacy a young couple such as you two need" she winked at them, and she tried to hide her uneasiness. "So I got you two the second cabin closes to the lake!" And there it was, the moment she wished she could die.
She knew exactly which cabin her mother talked about. It was the cabin furthest from the rest which she didn't mind, but it was the smallest one. It only counted with a queen-size bed, no couch, no living room, or any other space to have privacy except the bathroom. Essentially, Spencer and she would be trapped in a very luxurious college dorm.
"That is so thoughtful of you, thank you," Reid said politely.
"Yes mother, how very kind." She paused, grabbing the key. "Now, I would like to show Spence our cabin if you don't mind?"
"Of course, go on sweetie, just please don't have too much fun, this is still a family gathering. Though if next year you brought us another member to the family that is also acceptable."
"Mother, stop!" She pulled Spencer towards their prison-cell-size cabin and didn't look at him until they were there. "I am so sorry, my mom probably thought this was a good idea, but I promise you I had nothing to do with it."
"What are you talking about?" He asked as she opened the door to the cabin. As soon as he walked inside, he understood. "Oh, I see."
The cabin was exactly as she remembered, a small door to the left and down the hall, another one to the right—the closet—and in the middle, the bed. There was barely enough space to walk around, let alone sleep.
"Does this count as fraternizing?" She joked. "If this is too much we can leave. I will tell my mom I am feeling sick, and we'll go back and forget about this. Yeah, why don't we do that?"
"It's okay. As long as you do not kick in your sleep, I think we'll be fine."
"You truly are a gem."
"I know." She slightly pushed him and then took her bag, placing it inside the closet. She laid on the right side of the bed as he followed suit, lying next to her. "So, I guess it's good I sleep on the left side then, huh?"
"Yeah."
"How long has your family done this whole retreat thing?"
"For as long as I can remember."
"Have you always hated it?"
"No, there's something about getting your heart broken that simply sticks with you, you know?"
"Yeah, I do."
"Tell me about it." She turned her body, facing him.
"What do you want to know?"
"Who was it?"
"Her name was Elle, I mean, I guess technically it still is, unless she died or changed it." He began, turning to his side, looking back at her. "She used to work with us before you joined. She was there even before Emily."
"Spencer, you broke the rules?"
"We never dated, it's more complicated than that." He played with the cover of the bed. "I liked her for as long as I'd known her, but I never thought she was interested in me. It wasn't until one night, I went to her hotel room-"
"Reid!" she exclaimed, not wanting to hear his sexual adventures.
"It's not what you think." He assured with a smile on his lips. "She had been shot a couple of months prior and I knew the case we were working on was getting to her. I always noticed the smallest of changes with her, I guess that's what happens when you like someone."
"Yeah."
"We talked about it, I tried to be there for her. Before I left she kissed me." His face was adorned with a small sad smile. "It was the best kiss of my life. I was so ecstatic. I honestly don't know how long it lasted, just that after that day I knew, I didn't just like her, I loved her."
"What happened?"
"The case got to her, she ended up killing the suspect, and eventually she left. While we were in another case."
"Just like that?"
"Just like that. Without a goodbye."
"Spencer I am so sorry."
"It's okay, it was a long time ago."
"Still, you deserve better. I really hope she regrets it daily."
"She was not a bad person."
"I never said she was."
"Well, that's my story. Tell me yours." He smiled at her.
"Absolutely not. Your story and mine are completely different."
"Please, I just told you something I had never told anyone." He stared her down, his own puppy face forming, pleading silently for her to break. She hated the fact that hers didn't work on him and his had already done the job.
"Fine!" she exhaled and laid on her back, avoiding looking at him. "Tyler and I met when we were in college. We were both studying Political Science and we became really good friends. After we started dating I was over the moon. I had never been in love before, not like that anyway." She laughed at the memory; how pathetic she had been. "We had talked about marriage, and I told him the venue I wanted because I was so in love I had already begun planning our wedding. Hence how Anna knew exactly where to get married. What an idiot I was."
"You're not an idiot."
"Sure, whatever." She dismissed the comment. "The point is, I shared all these things with him and two years ago, during our family retreat, he stood up and told me, that he would forever be grateful for meeting me because thanks to me he had found the love of his life. I thought he was gonna propose, but instead, he told me that he was in love with Anna, and he wanted to be with her." She scoffed at the thought. "I got up and walked away, but I slipped and fell in the biggest mud pit you could imagine." She shook her head. "So there I was, watching my family clap at his confession of love, while I was covered in mud."
"What a bunch of jerks!"
"Yeah, well, you get used to it."
"You shouldn't have to do that. I can't believe no one even stood up for you."
"I can." She sighed and turned her head, looking him dead in the eye. "My family has this crazy belief that when someone leaves you, it's your fault, not theirs." She laughed bitterly. "This only fuels by my cousin's constant desire to destroy me, for no apparent reason."
"Why does she hate you so much? And how long have you two had this fight going on?"
"Your guess is as good as mine on the first one. The second one, it's been this way for as long as I can remember. I have always stuck with trying to show her I am doing good, better even, than I was the last time, trying to show her she can't break me, you know? She, on the other hand, started by stealing the themes of my birthday parties and ended up stealing my boyfriend." She looked away, as she spoke the next words. "Even on how we lost our dad, the family seemed to think she was better."
"What do you mean?"
"My parents got divorced when I was ten, I wasn't surprised, even at that age. They had only gotten married because of me, they never explicitly said it, but we all knew it to be true. There was no way a marriage like theirs would last. To my uncles and aunts, that was scandalous, it was my mother's fault, she didn't know how to keep a man. To me, it was clear that my mother was sick of putting up with an asshole like my father." Her face twisted at the mention. "Anna's mom, on the other hand, lost her husband to cancer. According to my family that is a much more prideful way to lose a father and husband."
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah, completely. My family has this backward ideal, that since our grandma left us much more money than we would need in two lifetimes, that the only thing we could do to make them proud was finding a spouse and not lose them unless they died." She laughed bitterly. "That's why I don't mind ignoring them."
"I am so sorry; I never even imagined your life was like that." He took a hold of her hand and squeezed it gently.
"It's okay, I have a better family: the BAU."
"You consider us family?"
"Absolutely. Ever since I first pushed the doors to the bullpen, well, after I pulled for a little bit."
"But you and I, we were never that close."
"It doesn't matter to me." She assured him. "When Morgan got arrested, I had barely been with you guys for a week and I was prepared to punch that stupid detective in the face and break him out myself. I knew that wouldn't get me anywhere, so I used my head and my lack of time with you guys to help as best as I could. That is also why I told Ben I was the FBI agent when we were held in the church. Even if you and I had never spoken, aside from when I reprimanded you my first day, and although Emily and I were not that close at the moment, I knew I would do anything to protect you two, I would never allow you to get hurt."
"I don't know what to say."
"You already said something." A grin spread across both their faces. "There is no need to say anything. I didn't tell you this to make you feel guilty or empathetic. I told you because you shared a part of your heart with me. I am telling you because you offered your most heartfelt secret to us, to me: your mom's situation. I never really told you how much knowing that meant to me, and now you know."
"I didn't do that because I wanted to."
"I know, but you still did it. I was no one, you didn't owe me any explanations, and you still provided me one. It was one of the first times I felt included."
"I have a lot of respect and appreciation for you."
"And I for you."
There was a long comfortable silence, their hands still together, they both now laid on their back, letting their shared conversation sink in. She was right after all, after their time together in this ridiculous plan of hers, Spencer and she had finally bonded, she could now consider him a friend. A really good one at that. One she did not mind being trapped in a small cabin with.
"As much as I want grandbabies, dinner is almost ready and everybody is waiting for you!" her mom broke the silence, making her embarrassment return.
"MOM! Stop saying things like that out loud!"
"Then hurry up!"
She turned to look at her friend. "Ready?"
"As ready as they come." They stood from the bed and made their way to what the next two days had in store for them.
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before you go - jj maybank
jj maybank x ex-pogue!reader
tw; it’s a lil angsty (n o, it’s pretty angsty) mention of sex. sad sad. v sad.
request: “can you write an imagine with jj based on the song before you go by lewis capaldi”
a/n -- i don’t listen to lewis capaldi but this song is really good?? like i listened to it once and just. damn. i LOVE writing song fics bc i can’t write unless i have music playing, so plsplspls send more requests for songs :)
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i fell by the wayside like everyone else i hate you, i hate you, i hate you, but i was just kidding myself our every moment, i start to replace ‘cause not that they’re gone, all i hear are the words that i needed to say
you grew up in the outer banks. an only child, the pogue’s golden girl, best friends with jj maybank since you were ten. you were the golden girl of the outer banks. cool enough to hang around the pogues and be one yourself, but hot enough to have some kook eyes on you. peaceful, funny, but you always declined when people chased after you.
jj maybank had a shitty dad. a deadbeat mom. but he was your best friend. you had millions of memories of you two at the beach, him teaching you to surf when you were twelve, the two of you being the worst and best things that had ever happened to your side of the island.
when you were fifteen, you could’ve sworn you knew love. your love for your best friend, your love for the dumb boy that woke you up at six in the morning so he could sneak out before your parents found out he spent the night. the boy who made you a pothead. the boy who consumed all of your free time.
but you’d always been too scared to pursue him.
so, you fell into the hands of another guy. he was kind of an ass to your friends, but you thought he really cared about you. he brought you flowers, took you to the drive in, spent nights with you, and kissed you until your lips were swollen.
jj hated you for it. he always thought you were replacing him with your boyfriend, and he didn’t like you focusing on someone other than him. he wanted to be the guy who held you on his lap when he was driving the boat, he wanted to be the guy you clung onto at movies, he wanted to be the guy who kissed you until you were out of breath.
but he wasn’t.
after six months with your boyfriend, you dad delivered the worst news you’d ever heard. a relocation to upstate new york. and all of the sudden, time slipped through your hands.
when you hurt under the surface like troubled water running cold well, time can heal but this won’t
you told all of the pogues except for jj.
he hadn’t talked to you unless he had to in months.
he found out through john b, and he cried. cried angrily after storming out of the chateau, sitting down on the bank next to the lake. he didn’t have any more time with you.
so, before you go was there something i could’ve said to make your heart beat better? if only i’d known you had a storm to weather
you knew you had three months left in the outer banks. you made the most of your time left with your boyfriend, but jj slowly started coming back to you for company.
you still hadn’t told him. but he was back.
you were spending your days and nights with your friends and your boyfriend, and every moment you spent packing was time spent crying your eyes out.
you were leaving everything you’d ever known.
but you had jj back, and that made everything seem a little bittersweet. he was coming back to you after all this time, and he didn’t even know you didn’t have any time left together. or so you thought.
was there something i could’ve said to make it all stop hurting? it kills me how your mind can make you feel so worthless so, before you go
“i’m leaving in a month” was how you told jj. it was almost like he already knew, but he had to leave when you told him. and he cried again, the damn boy cried right outside the room you were standing in, breaking your heart. he muttered things to himself, talking about how he was wasting time, but you pretended like you didn’t hear.
and then, a week before you left, you were spending the night with your boyfriend while your parents were hanging out with friends. jj was at your door, and you had to step outside to talk to him.
“i’m fucking in love with you.”
you didn’t know what to say to him.
“i have been. for years. and you just... got with him. and i couldn’t say anything, because i want you to be happy, but i can’t keep it to myself knowing that i’m... i’m fucking losing you.”
you never said anything to him, but you hugged him. and he left.
when you went inside, your boyfriend broke it off with you. you both knew it was coming, seeing as neither of you could do long distance like that, and he knew you wouldn’t be able to stay committed to someone that you couldn’t have.
and you were alone. you were alone until you had twenty four hours left in paradise on earth.
your last night there, you got drunk as hell. you smoked, and the pogues held their little goodbye party for you. at the end of it, when kie had to go home, and pope’s dad picked him up, and john b left you and jj to have your bittersweet ending, you kissed jj. you kissed him hard, and he kissed you back.
you’d probably remember every bit of that night for the rest of your life.
his hands started on your face, pulling yours into his, then they slid down to hold your waist to make sure you didn’t get away from him in those last hours you had. he hated himself for letting you get away from him for all of those months. he hated you for getting a boyfriend. but he couldn’t spend the rest of that time hating things.
so he loved you instead. it could be classified as a hookup, but it meant more to both of you. by the time you two were laying next to each other in his bed at the chateau, looking up at the ceiling, sweaty and with marks forming on your neck, you were crying. sobbing, you had a breakdown. you couldn’t get those months back. neither could he, but all he could do was hold you and try to make you feel better.
you agreed to stay in contact before you left. you two were going to try to make long distance stuff work. the pogues were all outside your house the day you were supposed to put your suitcase in your dad’s car and drive to the ferries.
you leaned out the car window, watching them get smaller and smaller as the car drove. jj followed the car for a little bit until he knew it was hopeless, keeping his eyes on you until your dad told you to sit down.
was never the right time, whenever you called went little by little until there was nothing at all our every moment, i start to replay but all i can think about is seeing that look on your face
you and jj left it off on a bad note. you didn’t get your awkward morning after having sex across the hall from john b. you didn’t get a sweet first kiss. it all hurt. but you both tried to get over it as you started off with facetimes once you settled down in your new home.
it always hurt to see him, though. he agreed. you switched to phone calls, scheduled them so you could get ready to hear him.
he missed half of them. in your heart, somewhere, you knew he was moving on.
so were you.
back home, he was beating himself up when he flirted with other people. when he spent his time with someone that wasn’t you. but he knew he couldn’t bring himself to hear your voice, much less see your face. he was trying to replace every bad feeling thinking of you gave him, but that meant replacing every moment you two had.
you were doing the same. finding new people. none of them would ever match jj and the pogues, but you were trying. you held onto everything you had left of jj, but you knew his time in your life was over, or coming to an end.
would we be better off by now if i’d have let my walls come down? maybe, i guess we’ll never know you know, you know
the last phone call you two shared ended with tears, but you both knew it was for the best.
you confided in each other. it hurt, and you told him. he told you the same.
“i should’ve said something.” he practically shouted, frustrated with himself.
“i should’ve said something, too.” you laughed halfheartedly, choking back another sob. it had been a few months since you’d called, but you needed to have a clean cut. not let things linger.
“i miss you.” all he ever had to say was that he regretted everything he did. all he ever had to say was that he missed you.
“i miss you too, but you know we’re over, j. i love you.”
“i love you too.” and then the static of the connection cut, and you knew he was gone from you for good.
a/n -- i just realized that anon probably wanted this song request to be about mental health issues but this made me just as sad as that would’ve so like asldnlanwegvbolande holy FUCK this made my heart hurt.
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