#can’t wait to show Jj in the leather jacket

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Kya is stunning in @simandy ‘s new set!

[thanksbutno98]

An idea could be one of the kids is getting bullied/teased at school, and it becomes a whole issue with the other kid. Like maybe JJ, since hes very quiet about things, he's hesitant to tell John or Indy about the trouble at school, but when they find out they go all momma/papa bear. And maybe the other family and kid create a bunch of drama too?? I'm not sure lol.

Expulsion

John Price x fem!reader

Authors note: Thank you so so much for your request. I thankfully wasn’t bullied but my brother was. So I used his experiences for this fic.

Summary: Being called to the Headmaster office is never something you or your husband John Price wanted to happen. When bullying is mentioned John is dumb found.

Warning: bullying, violence, intimidation, swearing, not edited.

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Jj hands were sweaty as he starred down at the rug in the headmaster office. His legs were swinging lightly as he waited for you to show up. The tightness in his chest and impending doom he felt made him want to cry. This was the most humiliated the young boy had ever felt and he knew you were going to freak out.

The door to the headmaster office opened but Jj couldn’t get himself to look up at you. A much larger and firmer hand fell onto his shoulder. Jj’s eyes went wide as he looked up to see his father. This was so much worse than he imagined, his dad wasn’t suppose to be home for another two days. Jj felt himself shrink, this had somehow become a nightmare. John had just gotten home and was immediately sent to pick up his son. he was screwed

“Fuck.” Jj whispered meekly as John stared down at him with such an angry look. John was still in his military grade brown cargo pants, dirty boots, and camouflage combat rain jacket. His bucket hat was wet and dripping water onto the floor.

John was so upset that within the first twenty minute of being home you had gotten a call from Jj’s school asking for you to pick him up. John wanted to spend the quite rainy day with his wife who was off of work. You two planned it this way to have some quality time and now he was dragged away due to his children’s antics.

“Johnathan Price, I expect that you watch your language.” The headmaster warned. John squeezed Jj’s shoulder and it wasn’t in a reassuring way.

“Mr. Price I was expecting your wife but I’m glad you’re here. Please have a seat.” John nodded at the headmasters words and took a seat and took his hat off.

“She’s at home with our youngest. Sorry she can’t be here.” John apologized as he leaned back into the rather posh leather chair. Jj cringed as he heard his fathers joints crack as John got comfortable.

“This is a matter I believe a father is suited best for.” Mr. Walker nodded.

“What did he do?” John’s voice was deep as he ignored his fidgeting son. The anger bubbling up in John’s stomach was becoming volatile. To have to be called to pick up his son in the middle of a school day must had meant he did something horrendous.

“Well, you see it’s not what Johnathon has done. It has come to my attention that your son is being bullied by the other boys in his class. It’s gotten to the point he has been eating his lunch in the nurses office everyday.” Mr. Walker leaned forward placing his fore arms on his desk.

“Bullied? For what?” John was speechless. This was not what he thought he got called here for. In all honesty John thought Jj had gotten into a fist fight or was caught cheating on a test and was about to be expelled.

“Would you like to tell your father?” The headmaster asked Jj. Shaking his head ‘no’ Jj kept his eyes glued to the carpet.

“Your son is being bullied by a group of boys who think having a father in the military is something to pick on him about. The boys have been reprimanded on multiple occasions but today there was an incident which is why we called you.” The way the headmaster was acting had John suspicious. It almost seemed like he was preparing to downplay what had happened or blame Jj for it.

“An incident? What have they been saying?” John turned to his son unable to hide the horror of the situation. This wasn’t something he was normally prepared for. Jj, being bullied. That’s something that had never occurred to John. His son was so tough and never showed that anything was bugging him at a school. How could he be so blind?

“Johnathan.” The headmaster didn’t give Jj a choice this time. Gulping down the rock in his throat Jj turned to his father who didn’t look angry with him anymore. It was humiliating having to tell his father what happened. He wished the earth would open up and swallow him whole so he didn’t have to say this.

“Lucas and Tommy said they hoped you’d get blown up. Then they said gross stuff about mum. So I told them to piss off and then they held me down and tried to make me lick the floor in the loo. When I wouldn’t they tried to shove my head in the toilet but Mr. Thompson came in and grabbed them before they could.” Jj had looked away as soon as he spoke and continued to stare at the floor. He hated this. He knew his father would be disappointed that he was getting picked on.

“What did they say about your mother.” John demanded to know. He leaned forward to try and get a better look at his boy. Anything to get more information about what had happened to him.

“Dad, please don’t make me repeat it.” Jj’s voice cracked a bit. The fact his son couldn’t even look him in the eye at the moment had John seething. It wasn’t the time to push or pry with Jj he only needed support. John could hear you in the back of his head asking for him to not lose his temper.

“And those kids haven’t been expelled?” John snapped at the headmaster. Mr. Walker looked shocked to have things turned on him. Before he began talking Mr. Walkers hands were already by his shoulders in defense.

“Mr. Price we’ve asked Jj to come report these things and he consistently stayed quite. Expulsion is very serious. If we expelled every boy who got into a bit of a physical-”

“Yes, it is very serious. What they’ve done is malicious intent. And for this to have happened on multiple occasions as you said and you expect a child to ‘report it’ is absurd. It’s the teachers and your job to keep my boy safe. It’s despicable that you have allowed this to carry on for so long and my wife and I had no clue.” John said his words even and self assured but the anger was evident in his raspy voice. He sounded like he was threatening the man as he spoke calmly. Something about his tone showed there would be consequences and Jj could read between the lines. He gulped feeling intimidated by his father even though his anger wasn’t pointed at him.

“Now Mr. Price we take these things very seriously.” Mr. Walker tried to back track. It was clear that John’s simple words had an affect on him. John had made up his mind in that moment and he knew you would support his decision.

“Oh do you? Get up Jj we’re leaving.” John could spit he was so angry.

All John could tell himself was that he needed to show his son what it looked like to be controlled when faced with such injustice. John didn’t want to argue or fly off the handle in front of his son. He knew that as soon as he told you, there would be actions taken far past tearing the headmaster a new one. John was confident you would be here tomorrow with him in toe to berate this man and John was excited to see you in action.

“What.” Jj was shocked to see his father already head for the door. Placing his hat back on his head and his feature softening when he made eye contact with his son he beckoned Jj to follow.

“Mr. Price-“

“Nothing more you can say. We’ll be pulling Jj out of this school. Expect to see my wife at some point.” John told the headmaster evenly. Jj grabbed his bag and John was quick to take it and carry it for his son. Shutting the door behind him John turned and bent down so he was at eye level with his oldest.

“I will never let you be stuck in a place where people treat you like that. Do you understand me.” Jj only stared at his father, bottom lip beginning to quiver. Jj thought he was going to be in so much trouble. He wasn’t expecting his father to jump to his defense so quickly and question the headmaster ethics.

“Are you okay not going to school here anymore?” John’s words had tears coming to Jj’s eyes as he nodded his head up and down. The relief of not having to be subjected to those boys anymore could make Jj cry out in joy.

“Now let’s go get the rest of your stuff and head home.” John ruffled Jj’s hair and took his rough thumb and wiped the tears from his son’s eyes.

“Thanks dad.” Jj said through gritted teeth as he held back his tears. Placing a hand on Jj’s shoulder John pulled him in and gave him a hug. With a firm pat to the back John and Jj made their way to Jj’s classroom to gather the rest of his things.

Jj felt humiliated when he walked into his classroom where all his peers were. Some were snickering, others pointing, some even let out ‘oooo’s’. Jj watched as his class mates faces fell and a sudden hush fell over the room. Turning Jj could see his father standing watch by the door to make sure nothing else happened. John looked terrifying to the ten year olds in the room. Dressed in military fatigues, thick facial hair, and a mean look on his face.

“Mr. Price, I see you’re taking Johnathan home. There’s no need for him to pack up all his things.” Jj’s home room teacher was standing at her desk and smiling politely. Jj stopped packing his things and turned to his father not sure if he should continue.

“Go on J.” John nodded with his head and then turned his attention to the teacher. He wanted to berate her for allowing this bullying to carry on and never contact you or him.

“Jj won’t be attending this school anymore.” John said simply. Chatter started to erupt and then Mrs. Clark clapped her hands and the room fell into silence again. She looked at John with a knowing yet sorrowful look.

“Bye, Jj. I’ll miss you.” The sweet voice of a girl cut through the silence. She was small for her age with tight springy curls pushed back with a maroon head band and caramel skin. She had thick rimmed glasses and her bracelet jingled as she waved goodbye.

“Bye.” Jj waved back his cheeks dusting pink. About a quarter of the student said their goodbyes most of them being the girls as Jj exited the room with his father. They walked in silence until they had exited the school and were heading back to John’s truck in the rain.

“Thanks for not making me go to school here anymore.” Jj said earnestly. It didn’t feel like a true loss because the young boy had lost most of his friends throughout the year. They had stopped wanting to be friends because it meant Lucas would come after them. It was relieving to not wake up tomorrow and worry about what was in store for him.

“Not going to miss that girl who said bye?” John asked. He knew his son well enough, that girl had to be Jenni. Jj would talk to John about her and how pretty she was and how she was the sweetest girl in the whole wide world. It made John proud for some reason that his son ended up liking the nerdy girl who didn’t have too many friends.

“Who? Jenni? Yeah right.” Jj muttered, fiddling with the zipper on his rain coat.

“Well maybe a little.” He admitted after a second. Thinking about how she sat behind him and would kick his chair when the teacher said something funny. Or how she asked for help during class sometimes and told him he was ‘the best’ when he helped her. They even traded snacks or shared their lunches.

“Are you okay? It’s okay if you’re not.” John glanced over at his son as he drove them home. John didn’t know what to say. This was the stuff he tended to go to you for and ask for advice. The only reason John came instead of you was because John was better at disciplining the kids.

“Just sad I guess.” Jj shrugged it off and stared out the window.

John attempted to talk to his son about it a few more times but wasn’t getting much information. Until Jj asked if he promised not to get mad which John agreed he wouldn’t.

Jj ended up telling John that similar stuff had been happening all year. This was just the first time Lucas was caught in the act. Jj had told the nurse and his home room teacher multiple times but nothing had been done and he was too ashamed to tell John or you.

John learned that the boys referred to you as Jj’s ‘hot mom’ and when Jj retorted that they were just jealous because their moms were ugly, it turned into a whole thing. They turned it around on Jj and then started telling everyone Jj thought his mom was hot. Other crude things were said but Jj wouldn’t repeat them.

John was past the point of anger. He wanted someone to pay for what his son had been subjected to. In the past Lucas had tried to pick on Jj and the little boy ended up fist fighting Lucas at the end of summer fair. John found out after, that Lucas’ father was a family friend of the headmaster and knew that was why there were never real consequences. It felt wrong to keep Jj in a losing situation that’s why the decision to pull him out was easy to make. John just hoped you would agree which he was pretty sure you would.

How you and John didn’t notice was beyond him and he felt like a horrible father for not seeing the signs. It made him worry that Evelyn was getting bullied because she attended the same school. When he asked Jj he told him if he wasn’t there Lucas would pick on his little sister. John realized that you two might have to enroll your children into private school because of this and that would cost a fortune. If it meant his children would be in better hands it was worth it. John wasn’t going to allow his children to be tormented in a place they should feel safe and happy so they could learn.

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“THEY WHAT!” Your voice reached an octave so shrill it echoed through the house. Evelyn let out a tiny squeak not expecting to hear you yell with such ferocity.

Jj was sitting with his sister on the living couch. He had changed out of his uniform and was currently in a baggy sweater and a pair of his grey sweat pants. Evelyn turned and stared at him until he finally looked back at her.

“What?” Jj snapped.

“What did you do?” She asked sliding over to her big brother so they were next to each other.

“Nothing.” Jj tried to ignore her staring at him and focus on the episode of Adventure Time they were watching.

“Did Lucas say something again?” Evelyn asked. When she got no response she decided to tell her brother what had happened to her.

“Lucas told me daddy pulled you out of class because you’re a no good liar. Then he shoved me to the ground and pretended like he was going to kick me.” Evelyn spoke as if this was normal everyday stuff. Lucas never had the gaul to approach Evelyn when Jj was around. It made Jj’s blood boil to know the one day he wasn’t there Lucas went after his little sister.

“Wait he didn’t get sent home? Did you tell a teacher!” Jj sat up and looked at his little sister absolutely mortified. Normally Jj would have been around to stop anything from happening.

“Course not, his daddy is friends with Mr. Walker. I told him his parents would never love a snot nosed jerk like him. And that he’s only mean cuz no one likes him. Then I shoved him back and ran.” Evelyn shrugged. The only time she involved a teacher was when anyone she liked was getting picked on. The young girl liked taking matters into her own hands and she was waiting for tomorrow to tell her whole class Lucas wets the bed.

“Johnathan, put your shoes on.” You marched into the living room already dressed in your coat. Evelyn whispered in Jj’s ear ‘she’s really mad be careful.’

“Why?” Jj asked, pausing the tv.

“We’re going out.” You told him. Evelyn and Jj exchanged worried looks.

It was always scary to them when you were angry enough that you used few words. It was uncommon for you to lose your temper with anyone but especially your children. It was something you practiced and tried whole heartedly not to do because you had been a child that was screamed at whenever you did something wrong. That’s why the kids were much more intimidated by you than there father when you were angry even when it wasn’t at them. They would tell John you were scary sometimes which made John proud of you since you normally came off so sweet and like a pushover.

Jj didn’t bother arguing and got up to put his shoes and coat on. When he passed his father who was sitting at the kitchen table Jj was confused by the approving smirk he was given. John waved him over and Jj was quick to shuffle over while you grabbed something from upstairs.

“Everything’s going to be okay.” John smiled confidently at his son making Jj feel a little better. Jj looked at his father laptop to see the home page of a private school pulled up.

“Could we watch the match together when mum and I get back?” It was a simple question and Jj already knew the answer but it still felt good to hear his father say yes.

“Course we can! I’ll even let you stay up as late as you want.” John grabbed his son lightly by the back of the neck and pulled him into a hug. Jj wrapped his arms around his dad and then laughed as John ruffled his hair and then tried to put him in a head lock. Jj wiggled out of it and laughed the whole time. Throwing some fake jabs only for John to lightly shove him playfully.

“Seriously? Could we watch a scary movie after?” With lip between his teeth Jj was testing to see how much he could get away with. It was rare when John was willing to spoil his kids rotten and Jj was not going to pass up on the chance. It felt amazing how soft John was being it helped Jj feel better about everything that happened and he knew his dad was taking care of it.

“Absolutely, just don’t tell your mum. You know how she gets.” John warned with a sly grin.

“Oh, yeah she’ll freak out.” Jj laughed lightly.

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You had been drive for almost a half hour. Jj had told you everything in detail that had been happening at school. How Lucas made comments about John hopefully getting killed at work. Things that were said about your body that he was clearly repeating from an adult. The physical bullying is what hurt the worst. How Lucas would punch Jj when teachers weren’t looking. Steal his lunch which is why Jj started going to the nurses office so often. It was an attempt to get away from the boy who was tormenting him.

Pulling up to your destination had Jj confused. You were in front of a random persons house and it felt strange. It was an old brick townhouse that connected with a a row of about ten. The one you were at was the end unit. The front yard was hidden by the brick wall but there were chalk drawing on it. It was a crude net for what Jj assumed to be practicing for football. Turning Jj watched you unbuckle.

“Stay here.” You said and got out of the car. Jj unbuckled and moved to the other side of the back seat to watch you.

Your boots splashed in the the puddles as you marched up to the front door. Knocking rather forcefully you waited patiently. When the door swung open Kaitlin was standing there looking confused with a baby on her hip. Like you Kaitlin was a mom to a baby girl born only a week apart from Lily. That’s when Jj realized that was Lucas’ mother so you had just taken him to his house.

“Y/N, it’s nice to see you. Can I help you with something?” Kaitlin was about your height and a pretty redheaded woman who you actually got along with well.

“Yes, look Kaitlin I don’t want to be here doing this. But I would hope if Jj was doing this someone would come and tell me.” You confessed hoping this wouldn’t turn into a hostile situation.

“Oh, god. What did Lucas do now?” Kaitlin covered her mouth clearly expecting the worst.

“Lucas has been bullying my boy. From what we were told Lucas has made some remark wishing harm upon my husband and sexual remarks about me. He’s gone as far as trying to shove Jj’s head in a toilet and held him down with another boy and tried to make Jj lick the floor in the bathroom. I’m not sure where he’s learning this stuff but it’s gotten to the point we are pulling Jj from school.” You told her honestly. You watched her eyes widen in absolute horror. It felt horrible coming here but you felt like a phone call wouldn’t suffice. Your goal was to have Lucas apologize so your son could see that people could be held accountable even if his school failed him.

“LUCAS!” Kaitlin turned and screamed up the stairs. You could feel the rage radiating off of her.

“I-Im so sorry Y/N. Thank you for letting me know. Is Jj with you?” Kaitlin looked past you and at your car. When Jj met eyes with her he quickly ducked and hid in the back seat.

“Yeah, he’s in the car.” You confirmed having seen you son hide from view.

“Give me a minute to put my shoes on. Im going to have Lucas apologize.” Checking over her shoulder and calling for Lucas again. You signed in relief that you were on the same page.

“Thank you, Kaitlin.” You smiled sadly, moving to go back to your car.

“And Y/N?” You stopped and turned back to see what Kaitlin needed.

“Yeah?” You asked a bit confused.

“Please don’t think less of me. I’m so incredibly sorry. His older brother Travis is troubled and I guess Lucas is picking up his bad behavior.” The way Kaitlin spoke and the clear exhaustion on her face had you almost feeling sympathy. Almost.

“Being a mum is hard. I get it.” You gave a half hearted smile. Kaitlin turned as her husband was steping out of the kitchen. You and Dan made eye contact for a second and he seemed shocked to see you. The dirty look you gave him had him feeling hot under the collar. Kaitlin handed Dan their youngest and you heard her scold him and call him a pig as she shut the front door. Then you walked back to your car and motioned for Jj to get out of the car and he did.

“What’s going on mum?” Jj looked like he wanted blow away with the strong breeze. His eyes going wide when he saw Lucas and his mother step out and begin walking towards him.

“Lucas is going to say he’s sorry. I thought it would be a good idea since you won’t be going to the same school anymore.” You spoke softly, pushing Jj’s hair from off his forehead.

“What did dad say?” Jj asked feeling on guard as Lucas approached. His fist clenching, he wanted to square up and punch the red headed bully square in the nose.

“Your dad agreed with me. But let’s just say he wouldn’t have been as nice as me if he came.” You confessed.

“He would’ve fought Lucas dad for saying gross stuff about you wouldn’t he?” Jj looked enthralled by the idea and you hated that he was right. When you proposed the idea of taking Jj over here the first thing John said was the he would ‘kick Dan’s ass.’ You and John thought it best to show Jj that people can be held accountable for their actions and you two were in his corner. That no matter what you would stick up and defend him and get him the apology he deserved.

You ignored Jj’s question and turned to Kaitlin and Lucas. You never felt contempt for a child until this moment. He was old enough to know better and part of you wished you could give home a piece of your mind. But he was a child after all and these were the moment that might help him grow and change for the better.

“Hi, Jj. I am so sorry, sweetheart. Lucas won’t be bugging you anymore. I want you to know he’s in big trouble for what he did to you.” Kaitlin got down to Jj’s level and she apologized for her son. It was a humiliating thing for any mother to do and you commended Kaitlin for holding her son accountable and not becoming defensive on his behalf.

“I’m sorry for what I said about your dad.” Lucas mumbled at the ground. Kaitlin sighed clearly not satisfied with her son.

“You look people in the eye when you apologize.” Kaitlin motioned for Lucas to continue. He brought his head up and looked Jj square in the eyes. You watched a frown take over his face and you could tell the boy was embarrassed to be doing this.

“I’m sorry I’ve been punching you and holding you down. I promise I won’t pick on Evie either. I’m sorry Mrs. Price for saying gross things about your body.” Lucas’ eyes darted from Jj and were fixed on the ground when he apologized to you.

“Thank you Lucas.” You said simply.

“Thanks. And if you ever mess with my sister again my dad will come and get you. And you saw how scary he is!” Jj said. You weren’t sure where that came from but you weren’t going to ask at this moment. Kaitlin audibly laughed at Jj’s threat and looked at you giving you a nod of approval. It helped you not reprimand Jj for threatening Lucas.

“Thank you Y/N. You’ve got a good boy.” There’s wasn’t more to be said as you lead Jj back to your car. You took a moment to stop and look at the much smaller home this family lived in. The life that was worlds different from yours and chose kindness at the end.

“I’ll see you around Kaitlin. It’s hard being a mum, I wish you the best.” With that you got in your car and sighed out deeply. That went just how you hoped it would. Normally that wasn’t how things worked so you were relieved. Now all that was left was getting your son back in order.

After getting into the car you waited a moment to let your son mull over what just happened. You hoped you hadn’t embarrassed him or made things worse. It was one of those moment as a mom that you were praying you made the right decision and handled things appropriately.

“You okay?” You asked as you started the engine.

“Yeah, feels weird that Lucas said sorry. Guess even bullies have to answer to their mums.” Jj reflected. You’d be lying if his realization didn’t make you smile.

“I’m sorry he’s been so mean to you Johnathon. It’s going to better from here on out.” It was a promise. You were going to make sure your son didn’t have to be tormented at a school where the headmaster favored the bully’s family.

“That’s exciting.” Jj smiled to himself as you pulled away from Lucas house. Jj turned to look at the much smaller home and wondered what it was like to grow up without a big back yard and chickens. Where would a dog get to run and play in a place like that.

“Where are we going?” Jj asked as the house disappeared into the distance.

“Your dad thought it would be a good idea to splurge and go to the match tonight.” You shot Jj an excited look in the rear view mirror. He about jumped out of his seat at your words.

“What! Seriously! We’re going to the match? Seriously mum? Don’t joke about that!” Jj was hollering, the hugest smile on his face.

“Seriously.” You laughed out. You pulled the bag you had grabbed before you left the house.

“Your hoodie is in there along with your scarf and we’ll get you a hat there.” It felt good to spoil Jj in a moment like this. As you pulled up to a red light you watched Jj’s excitement beaming off of him. Then something strange happened as your boy spoke it was like he finally stopped hiding from you.

“You’re the best mum. I-“ Jj couldn’t contain himself and just started bawling in the back of the car. He sobbed into his hands and you pulled over as soon as you could. It was too much for Jj to process and he just felt like he could finally show how much everything hurt. Seeing that you and John weren’t mad at him and that you just wanted to make things better triggered something in Jj.

“Oh, Jj.” You were turned in your seat with your hand on your son’s knee as he continued to cry. You weren’t expecting a big emotional break down. Jj was not the type to cry like this and then you remembered he was still just a boy. A boy who desperately wanted to be strong like his dad and take care of the people around him. It was a heavy burden placed on his shoulders.

“Why are they so mean mum? I don’t even know what I did to make them hate me.” Jj looked up from his hands and cried the words at you. You leaned into the back seat and Jj fell into your arms. It was an awkward angle but you hugged him until he started to calm down.

“Some people are just so hurt and scared that they’re mean. I’m sorry you had to go through all of that. But you need to come tell me or your father when things like that happen so we can help you. You don’t have to do all these scary things by yourself.” The words came out soft and you felt your son begin to settle down as he moved from your arms and sat back in his seat.

“I don’t want you to worry. And I don’t want dad to think I’m a cry baby. I’m suppose to be tough that’s what you both tell me you love about me. And if I’m not tough then you won’t be proud.” Jj stared at his hands as he confessed his fears and anxieties. It felt weird saying them out loud and Jj hoped you didn’t think less of him for feeling that way.

“Sweet heart, Im your mother I’m always going to worry. And I am so proud of you everyday. Your father is so proud of you.” It was such an honest sentence Jj couldn’t not believe you. Your words were helping your son find some solace in the situation.

“But dad doesn’t cry like this. Dad doesn’t get bullied he’s too important and people respect him.” It seemed like your son had made a good amount of assumptions about his father. Assumptions that were making your boy so tough on himself.

“Jj look at me.” Looking up you saw your husband’s eyes as your son looked at you.

“I know you don’t see it but your dad does cry like this. To me when we’re alone and you’ve all gone to bed. And your father did get bullied in school but he was expelled for how he handled it and he doesn’t want that for you.” It felt good in a way to share the vulnerable side of John. It was clear Jj needed to hear and see a lot more of it. That way he could grow and be good man like John.

“Dad got expelled?” Jj’s jaw went slack. His strait laced by the book father was kicked out from school?

“Yeah, that’s why he’s so proud of you. He told me he wished he had his head on straight like you do. He thinks you’re smarter and tougher than he was at your age.” It was hard not to smile telling Jj how his father talked about him to just you. There was going to be a shift in the house and you were going to make sure your boys had more bonding time.

“What did he do?” Jj was on the edge of his seat as he asked. All of a sudden things didn’t feel so scary. Realizing John was capable of making big mistakes helped Jj not feel so bad about himself. In fact he felt a little proud that he’d never been expelled yet his dad had.

“Now I think that’s something for you to ask him.” You playfully scoffed.

“Thank you mum. It’s really cool that you and dad are taking me to the match to make me feel better.” The smile your son wore chased the rain clouds away. It felt so fulfilling to have gotten it right. Your son was going to be okay and that’s all that mattered to you.

“Of course, baby. We’ll always be here to cheer you up. And I promise you won’t go back to that shitty school.” Turning in your seat Jj laughed at hearing you swear. The mood had shifted in the car as you pulled back onto the road.

“Where am I going to go?” Jj asked. Staring out the window and trying to read the passing signs.

“Your father and I are figuring that out. So think of this week as your own mini vacation.” You tried to sound excited about it but you had a sinking feeling in your stomach. Jj and John alone in the house all day could be a disaster. The fridge would constantly be empty, no one would put the seat down, and something was bound to get broken. Last time they had that much time together they put a whole in the wall rough housing.

“Okay, I’m done crying now. I’m ready for the match.” Jj was so much like his father. Shrugging off all the heavy emotion and right back to normal. You chuckled and rolled your eyes a bit at the change in emotion.

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It was the following day and the Price family home was still buzzing from an epic victory. Jj and John had a fantastic time at the match. John scored seats four rows back and you were all just as rowdy as the crowd around you. Your throat was sore when you woke up from all the cheering you had done along side your husband and son. Evelyn and Lily had gotten to have a sleepover with Sarah John’s little sister. Evelyn told you all about how she got to do Auntie Sarah’s makeup and even was allowed to stay up late and roast marshmallows over the fire pit.

John was in Jj’s room lounging in his sons computer chair with his feet resting on the desk. Jj was telling John all the cool things he had done in some video game John didn’t understand. The amazing time together the night before had the boys bonding more than usual. John just wanted to be around his son and shoot the shit like boys should.

After some talk about the video game Jj was currently playing there was a lapse of silence. John almost filled the void with some talk about his work but he saw the pensive look on his sons face and stopped. He allowed the silence to envelope them until Jj had the courage to say what was on his mind.

“So mum told me you got expelled from school when you were a kid.” Jj asked as he sat on his bed. John sighed deeply and scoffed to himself that he was about to share this with his son.

“Yeah, I did.” John nodded with a bit of a smirk.

“What happened?” Jj was trying to hide his smile. It was killing him to know what his father could have done.

“I use to get picked on for being poor. Other kids would make fun of my hand me down clothes and that my boots had a hole in them. I even got my shoes stolen right of my feet once and walked home in socks. Cried the whole way. . . I didn’t care too much but one day.” John paused and closed his eyes as he thought back to his own childhood. That day was seared into his memory and was one that shaped him.

“One day this little prick named Stevie Taylor went after my little sister. Your Auntie Sarah. He pulled up her skirt to embarrass her in front of the other boys and I lost it. I could take the bullying but when they involved my sister I couldn’t take it anymore. It’s not something I’m proud of and I do truly regret it. But I pummeled that boy into the dirt. Got expelled and your granddad took me out for ice cream. Told me to shake it off and that he was happy I defend my sister. He told me not do it again. So I never did.” John rambled out the story nodding to himself at the memory. He realized he’d only ever shared that with you.

“Is that why you took me for ice cream when I punched Lucas in the face at the fair?” Jj looked stary eyed. It was so cool to Jj that his dad had gotten into a fist fight too. Now it didn’t feel so bad that Jj had done something like that.

“Yeah, that’s exactly why I did it.” John smiled at his son. It was strange for John to see how big his little boy was. Age was creeping up on them all and John couldn’t help but think back to the day Jj was born. How he cried and promised to love him forever.

“Well it worked. Even when I wanted to fight him I didn’t.” Jj said proudly. John couldn’t be more proud of his son if he tried.

“I’m proud of you Johnathon.” The gruffness of John’s voice had Jj perking up. It felt good hearing those words.

“Thanks, dad.” Jj was a bit bashful as a giddy smile took over his face.

“You promise to come and tell me and your mum if something like that’s happening again?” John was checking in like you had asked him to. It was important Jj knew he could come to you both.

“Yeah! Can I ask something else?” Jj was enjoying getting to ask his father such candid questions. Wanting to check the validity of what he was told about his father yesterday in the car.

“Go ahead.” John nodded.

“Mum said you cry with her when you’re all alone and we’re asleep. Is that true?” It felt weird asking a question like that. Of course his father didn’t cry you only told Jj that so he wouldn’t feel bad. there was a beat of silence as John sighed feeling a bit taken back by the question but he answered honestly.

“Yeah. I do sometimes.” John wanted to tell his son not to repeat that to anyone but he bit his tongue. If he said something like that there was a chance Jj might think it’s something to be ashamed of.

“Why?” It was a bit of a loaded question so John answered the best he could.

“Well, I guess it depends on what’s going on in my life.” John shrugged trying to think back to the last time he had cried. He had sat on the foot of your bed with you next to him rubbing his back. Allowing him to bare his heart and the guilt he felt after losing a young man on his last deployment.

“No that’s not what I mean. Why mum? Why do you only cry with her?” With wide eyes John realized his son wasn’t asking what made him cry but why he was comfortable enough with you to share those vulnerable moments together.

“She’s my person. Your mum makes me feel safe and even when I cry she helps me still feel like a man about it.” John admitted easily. It was one of the reasons he loved you most. No matter the circumstance you still had him feeling like a man about it and loved him through it all. Never bringing it up or using it against him.

“I only cry around mum too.” Jj admitted. It wasn’t fully true he did cry other times. Recently was in front of all his cousins and aunts and uncles. Molly the family dog tripped him on the stairs and he fell face first into the brick patio.

“Well I guess she’s got us all figured out.” A deep chuckle rumbled out of John’s throat. It was true you knew him and your children so well it spooked all of them at times.

“Yeah sometimes I think she can read my mind!” Jj exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air.

“You know you might be right. She reads my mind pretty often too.” John was still chuckling to himself. He loved hearing how his son thought about you. It was endearing compared to how your husband saw you.

“Do you think she’s a witch?” Jj asked.

“Don’t think she’d want us calling her that.” John barked out a laugh. He knew you would have turned red in the face and had some snarky comment if you heard that.

“JOHNATHON PRICE!” As if on cue your shrill scream of their name rang through the house. It was obvious you were in the kitchen as you screamed for the culprit. The sound of their name being yelled by you sent a shiver up both their spines. It was never fun being on the receiving end of you when you were reduced to yelling.

“What did you do?” John sat up straight and stared at his son with wide eyes.

“Me! What did you do?” Jj shot back instantly.

They both took a beat thinking about what they could have done to send you on a rampage. Johns mind shot to the hunting trip he planned without getting your go ahead. It would be Jj’s first time shooting a gun but there was no way you found out yet he hadn’t told anyone.

Your feet could be heard stomping up the stairs and John looked to his son and shrugged. John didn’t feel too bad he just spoiled his son rotten the day before. If he was in a spot of trouble with you so be it.

“Sorry, J but I have to be on your mums side.” John assumed you were mad at Jj for something. Jj had a feeling his father was right. Maybe you had just gotten his grades because he was transferring schools and you saw he had a C- in math.

Storming into the room you found John and your son both staring at you. John looked smug with his feet kicked up and resting on Jj’s desk. Jj looked petrified and had mumbled a ‘sorry’ when you walked into the room. It was his grades Jj was convinced of it. It was the one thing you harped on him about. You would stay up late helping him study or do his school work of course you’d be mad about it.

“What the hell, John!” You shoved paper work at your husband who immediately sat up straight and put his feet back on the hardwood floor. He gulped as his anxiety sky rocketed. John really had thought you were mad at your son.

“What?” John took the papers and saw they were your bank statement. In yellow highlighter you had circled the charge from the previous night.

“That much for tickets to a match!” You hissed. Jj sighed in relief having dodged a massive bullet. Now he got to enjoy the show.

“What? I wanted to give him the best time. You agreed to it!” John babbled out defensively. Trying to have you take half the blame was clearly a mistake, regret filling him. It was like wildfire in your eyes and John knew you were about to lose it. You both agreed you needed to watch your spending so Jj could go to private school.

“You said you got a deal!” You spat, venom dripping from your tongue.

“It was a deal!”

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[hardtobethebardbitch]

*munching on popcorn for this amazing drama* so, more vat7k × helluverse au pretty pls? 🥺🙏

Okay so before I start @immadatdisney2 made a really good post of all our findings so I’ll mostly add my thoughts to it.

Considering we’re having his cause of death be Ulla’s possession his powers would include things she could do, like telekinesis and idfk fire?

After leaving Hugo he kinda just wanders for a few days before just completely running headfirst into the Vee Tower and then fighting someone there. Of course Vox is watching and is like “Who is this child”

He sees the power in Varian, helps him out during the Extermination cause thats literally in a few hours

Vox: Kid why aren’t you hiding?

Varian: Why do I need to hide?

Vox: …If you don’t wanna die get inside.

Then Vox does his thing, Varian feels happy to have someone who’s not hostile for once. Definitely info dumps about Hugo. UNTIL OF COURSE he realizes Vox is manipulating him, cause they’re the same tactics that Andrew used

It’s been probably a week now since the Extermination, meaning that it’s Episode 1! Varian sees Alastor’s terrible ad but despite its bad quality it’s still a chance of salvation so he goes.

It’s after Charlie has left so Vaggie answers the door and is actually surprised to have a dude that actually wants to get redeemed.

I think when Charlie appears Varian has either a panic attack or just a complete spike of fear and disbelief-he ENTIRELY believes this chick is Rapunzel at first.

He's still gonna have a blue outfit so it’ll stick him out of the crowd and eyesore of red, but I do think having his old s3 bandanna would be nice cause I really liked that

I think a pivoting moment that would actually add to Charlie’s development in this is when Varian actually opens up he finally admits that he’s a CHILD (18 but you stop being a teen when your 20 fight me)

Angel post Masquerade would probably talk to Varian about smth they have in common- their families are pretty similar if ya think about it: Kind sister, annoying older brother and not the best dad.

I think Varian and Lucifer would get along a lot. (Not just my JJ bias or my favorite character bias) In Varian’s words: “Dads, am I right?”

Hugo would be just Angel but a rat, maybe 4 arms included

After they part ways Hugo would kinda just vibe till he runs into I.M.P. I think during the Extermination he kinda just hid behind Carmilla because I really want them to interact for some reason.

He meets Moxxie first and just can’t help but think of Varian cause like dude they are pretty similar right I’m not crazy

Anyway he gets to meet Blitzø and he’s like, “Do ya need someone killed?”

To which Hugo is like, “Wait that’s what this business does? Can I join?”

Blitzø: Fuck no youre a sinner can’t exactly get you up into the human world bitch sorry

Hugo: And uh, are you supposed to be going up there either? BITCH?

AND THEN HE GETS A LEATHER JACKET WITH THE IMP LOGO MAYHAPS??

I think he’d get along with Millie a lot, and he’d start going to her when he wanted to rant. I JUST WANNA SEE MILLIE AS HIS MOM OKAY IS THAT SUCH A CRIME

Moxxie would be EXTREMELY against it at first but he’d get used to Hugo being around.

I think to “keep an eye on him” Blitzø would force Loona to bunk with Hugo to which makes them even more insufferable as a duo-when they stop bickering with each other Moxxie better fucking run. I think what’d be perfect is the events of Mastermind make Hugo realize he wants to see Varian again

Idk the timeline between HB and HH but let’s just say the finale of both shows have happened-s1 for Hazbin and s2 for Helluva. Lucifer finally notices all the shit that went down with Blitzø and Stolas so he invites em over to say “Hey my bad”

AND GEE I WONDER WHAT HAPPENS NEXT

(I do know exactly what I want to happen, but it would be a pretty big thing I want to keep secret if we actually write this damn thing)

[ssahotchdad]

reveals

– or in which emily reveals her relationship with aaron after a rough case.

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IT WAS A QUIET, almost uncomfortably quiet, mood in the bullpen that afternoon. It had been a rough case for them all, the entire team being jumpy at even the smallest sounds that would echo through the room. Aaron had retreated into his office, the door closed and the blinds partially closed. Rossi had wandered off, no one really knowing where he was, or what he was doing. In the deafening silence of the bullpen sat the rest of the team; Morgan and Reid were sitting close by the latter's desk, playing a round of chess ( which Morgan was loosing, something everyone could see ). JJ was lost in thought, her gaze fixated on a picture of herself and Will with their son, Henry. Garcia was somewhere in her office, every single screen mounted on the wall showing different videos of cats. Only Emily seemed to be partially in the present, scarily aware of the thumping of her own pulse as she tried to drown the case in the past.

Digging into one of the drawers on her desk, she found an old, worn out notebook that she had been holding onto since her early days travelling the world as the ambassador's daughter. Sometimes, she went back into it, reading the happy entries to it from her days abroad, lightening her own mood with it. This time around, however, she found herself glancing up in the direction of his office every now and then, though not a single one of the others even seemed to notice. One by one, they packed their bags, shrugged on their jackets and mumbled a barely audible goodbye, before heading out for the night, not just the silence — but also the darkness seeming to settle in the headquarters of the Behavioural Analysis Unit.

A while later, as a sigh escaped her lips, she found herself standing at the door to his office, knocking and waiting for his muffled come in. He was tired, she could tell from where she stood in the doorway; his head was tousled, as if he had been tugging on it and running his hands through it in frustration, his eyes lacked the usual spark that lit up his entire expression when she entered the room. Dark circles had started to form underneath his eyes — as they usually did after a case like this, the unit chief pushing his own needs aside to prioritize the case. Aaron didn't even lift his head to look at her as she entered his office, tiredly shuffling the papers around on his desk.

"Hey." One single word, spoken in a soft tone, caused him to stop the shuffling of papers as he lifted his gaze, throwing a glance at her through a pair of furrowed eyebrows. "I'm going home now, Aaron. So are you."

"Emily, don't." He sighed, leaning back in his chair, the leather creaking underneath him as he rubbed his eyes tiredly. "I just want to finish this whole case and be done with it."

"Aaron, you need sleep. Please." Emily continued, closing the short distance between them as she sat down in a chair on the opposite side of his desk. Leaning across the polished surface of his wooden desk, she placed a hand on his, noticing how another sigh fell from his lips. "I beg you, just take the night, and get some rest. I doubt you've slept more than eight hours combined the last five days, I can't remember the last time I saw you eat, and then you expect me to leave you alone here, buried in a casefile which will only give you nightmares — if you even go to sleep? I think not."

He looked thoughtful for a second, glancing down at their hands. The door to his office was left ajar, but he could tell by the lack of any noise outside, that they were more or less alone at the headquarters. "Can I come home with you, to your place?" Aaron spoke up after a while, his voice shaky with tiredness, his gaze lifting from their hands to meet hers. "Jack's staying with Jessica for a couple more days, I need to fully unwind from this before I see him again, afraid I'll unload something not so good at him, but—,"

"You don't want to go home and spend a night with your nightmares in an empty apartment." Emily finished, the hopeful expression in Aaron's eyes brightening a little as she smiled at him. "Of course you're welcome to come home with me, Aaron."

He got up in that moment, slipping his hand out from underneath hers as he shoved his essentials into his briefcase. Emily couldn't help but notice how he left the file sprawled across his desk, cluttered and chaotic, something that was so out of character for him — another sign he desperately needed rest, and even though he always complained about his back hating him as he locked the door to his office and napped on the sofa, she knew he would spend the night there if she hadn't come to speak to him, if she hadn't come to bring him home with her. Though the entire building seemed to have been vacated, they remained professional as they headed to their cars, where they shared a hug, Aaron whispering a soft "see you soon" into Emily's ear before they parted.

She wasn't sure how, but he had reached her apartment before her, patiently waiting outside her door. He was no longer wearing the jacket of his suit, his tie looser than it had been when they parted in the parking garage. "Well, good evening to you, Speedy." Emily rolled her eyes, giving his torso a nudge with her elbow as she stopped next to him, unlocking her door. She didn't have to look up to know a tired smile had spread on his face, his hands finding her waist. Using his foot, he closed the door shut as he pulled her into him, muscular arms tightened around her back. "Thank you." Aaron mumbled, although Emily wasn't sure what for. Instead of questioning him, she ran her hands up and down his back a few times, feelings how tense his muscles were underneath his shirt.

"Do you want something to drink? I might have some bourbon if you'd like." Emily offered, Aaron following her to the kitchen. He was about to respond, when his words was cut off by his own yawn, causing Emily to shoot him a gentle smile. "Go get ready for bed, I'll be right with you."

Aaron nodded gratefully before heading to her bedroom. Sometime a while ago, he had left some changes of his clothes in one of the drawers on her dresser, which was were he found his pajamas. They smelled faintly of Emily's laundry detergent, the smell he loved so dearly when it mixed with her perfume. He was already under the covers when she was ready for bed, and Emily was surprised he hadn't already fallen into a deep slumber. Instead, he tossed and turned, as if something kept chasing his sleep away. She didn't say anything, instead she slipped under the covers next to him, noticing how he calmed. The unit chief pulled her close, his arm tightly wrapped around her waist as he buried his face against her neck, his breath hot against her skin.

"Talk to me, Aaron — are you okay?" Emily spoke, her words coming out as something along the lines of a whisper. She wasn't quite sure what he replied, his words coming out as grumbles into her neck. She turned in his arms, pressing her lips softly to his jaw. "You can't just bottle everything up."

"That's the coping mechanism I know." He sighed, tired eyes studying her expression, before pressing his lips to hers. "Could we just sleep? I promise we can talk about later."

Emily nodded, pressing herself against his chest, listening to his breathing get slow and steady as he fell asleep, herself falling asleep too not long after. She wasn't sure, however, how long they had slept when a noise was heard from the living room — a noise Emily recognized as being made by Sergio, her black shorthaired cat. Aaron was not used to living with a pet, having the luxury of Jack sleeping through the night, causing him to nearly leap out of bed.

"Stay." He hissed.

"Aaron, it's okay, it's just Sergio." Emily yawned, though noticed how the agent refused to believe her — proceeding to step out of the bedroom unarmed as he went to investigate what had caused the noise. Emily was tempted to follow him, mostly to drag him back to bed, but she hadn't even gotten as far as to figure out one argument for why he should return to bed, when he re–entered the bedroom, Sergio cradled in his arms.

"I guess I can say you were right." He smiled sheepishly, looking down at the purring feline in his arms. "He was chasing down a spider, and knocked a couple of books off your coffeetable." Aaron gave the cat a gentle pet as he placed him in the catbed on Emily's nightstand, before returning to the warmth and comfort of the bed beside her.

"If it makes you feel any better, I am sure any ruthless criminal stepping into this apartment would be terrified meeting you and your bedhead in the dark." Emily rolled her eyes, listening to the sound of Aaron's chuckle. She wondered if the rest of the team had deduced anything regarding their relationship, if they had seen how much happier Aaron seemed whenever she was near. She wondered if they had noticed the way she would bring him coffee, or even enter his office to pour them both a drink when cases dragged out and were rough. He was quick to fall asleep again, light snores escaping him as he held a tight grip on Emily's waist — and it was just like that the two of them woke the following morning.

After getting a cup of coffee, Aaron kissed her goodbye for the morning, heading back to his own apartment to get a shower and a clean suit, a light mumble about seeing her at work mixed into the kiss. The moment she stepped into the bullpen, it was easy to see a night's worth of sleep had not shaken the case out of the team. Reid was fidgety, not being able to let the chess–pieces be, Morgan had his headphones on, trying to block out the world around, and JJ appeared to have wandered off to see Garcia. "Good morning, guys."

"Morning." Morgan mumbled, shoving his headphones off, noticing the twitch in Reid's fingers, the young agent's eyes still locked on the chess–board. "Reid, get up, get some air, get some coffee — please man. You can't just sit there and stare at that board all day."

Reid didn't seem to even listen, causing Emily to shake her head a little. Glancing up, she noticed the door to Aaron's office was closed, though the blinds were open — inside stood the unit chief and Rossi, the two of them chatting ( and Emily knew from the defeated look that flashed across Aaron's face, that it was related to the case ).

"I was so scared someone would break into my apartment while I slept, I kept my revolver under my pillow the entire night." Reid spoke up, lifting his gaze from the chess–board as he glanced between Emily and Morgan. "Imagine letting a case touch you so hard, you sleep with a weapon underneath your pillow."

Morgan shifted in his chair, placing the headphones on the desk in front of him. "Well, I'm not much better. I spent the night with a knife underneath my pillow." He sighed, chewing on the inside of his cheek. "Not that a knife would do much against the likes of a gun, or any other weapon that can shoot you."

"That's pathetic." Emily chuckled, noticing ( and expecting ) the glares sent in her direction. "You're both actually quite pathetic, in my opinion."

"Oh yeah?" Morgan countered, an eyebrow raised and his arms crossed over his chest. Reid tilted his head slightly as he looked at Emily, and she could see his brain trying to work out what she would mean by her words. "What do you sleep with then, Prentiss?" The Chicago–born agent caught her attention again, causing her to turn towards him.

"Hotch." Emily shrugged casually, sinking into the chair by her desk. Morgan was left with his jaw hanging, obviously caught by surprise, and only moments later, it seemed as if someone had lit the bulb in Reid's brain. "I mean, would anyone really try to do anything illegal if they were staring down him? No. Therefore, I don't need a weapon." She continued, lifting her gaze to look at his office, seeing he was still deep in conversation with Rossi. "I guess, uh, I guess you also now know of our relationship, but please keep it quiet. I want to let him know I slipped up, before you make a fool of me."

A smile spread on Morgan's face, a chuckled falling from his lips as he approached her, giving her a hug. "Don't worry, Prentiss — secret's safe with us. The most important thing is that you're happy." He chuckled again, soon finding Reid to have joined their hug too. "Tell him about your goof quickly though, I'll be struggling to keep it from Garcia too long."

[winterscaptain]

the pleasures of the elder.

Aaron Hotchner x Gender Neutral Reader

a/n: the people have spoken, and they all love sean hotchner. this fits after mean it in the joyful future universe, but no context is actually required to enjoy a little bit of sibling rivalry. title comes from jane austen’s quote: “the younger brother must help to pay for the pleasures of the elder.” 

words: 3k warnings: language, alcohol use, sex mention, jealous!aaron, perceptive!sean

summary: when he arrives for an impromptu visit, sean knows his brother too well to give him any moment’s peace - especially when it comes to you. 

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A man, both very handsome and vaguely familiar, pushes through the glass doors and walks across the bullpen - a visitor's badge pinned proudly to his leather jacket. You try to place him, but come up short. 

You’re alone, for the time being. Almost everyone is off running some kind of last-minute errand around the federal building - making copies, finishing paperwork, or in a meeting (in Hotch’s case). It’s the last dregs of the day, the sun setting over the river. 

The man stops in front of your desk. “Hi. Are you part of the BAU, or am in the wrong place?” His eyes are bright, roaming over your face with a kind of curious, warm, knowing air. 

You smile at him, and before you can answer -

“Sean!” JJ’s fond tone carries across the bullpen, and she arrives with an armful of cases. 

Sean? 

Oh my god. 

Sean Hotchner. 

“Hey, JJ, right?”

She laughs, sounding a little younger than she is. You can’t blame her. Sean is exceedingly handsome in an entirely different direction than his older brother. And if your memory serves correctly, just a year older than you. “Yeah, that’s right. Good to see you.” He offers her a hand, and she shifts her files to take it. His handshake is firm, and lasts just a moment too long. 

You kick back in your chair, almost inviting him to lean against your desk. “Hotch is in a meeting, if you’re looking for him. He should be out in,” you check your watch, “about five minutes.”

Sean turns back to you, his shockingly blue eyes meeting yours. “Thanks.” He smiles at you again, and you’d be lying if you said your heart was doing normal things in your chest. “Sean Hotchner. I’m Aaron’s - sorry, Hotch’s - little brother.”

Those eyes are dangerous. 

Oh, poor Aaron. 

You shake his hand and introduce yourself. “Pleasure’s all mine, I’m sure.” 

Just as you suspected moments ago, he takes the initiative and leans against your desk. JJ hovers nearby, a little smile on her face. You watch as she sends a quick text, and puts her phone back on her belt. 

Gotta tell the girls...

“So,” he starts, brisk and businesslike, “you definitely weren’t here during my last visit. What’s your story?”

“Well, if you must know -“

“I must.” He flashes you another smile, and you can only imagine all the trouble he caused growing up. Or, rather, you can imagine all the trouble he would have caused if his brother wasn’t around to bail him out. Five years ago, you would have been drawn into his pretty eyes and wide smile. Now, you can only see a boyish, overt, almost-inelegant version of the understated warmth you love in Aaron. 

You give him a quick rundown of your history: hometown, alma mater, etc. “- I was an academy grad in 2007, and I’ve been here ever since.”

“Ah, so not a newbie anymore. And you’ve worked with my brother the whole time?” He almost looks impressed. His glance down to your ringless left hand doesn’t escape your notice.

Oh Sean, if only you knew. 

You nod. “Yeah, I’ve worked under Hotch for five years now.” 

And I’ve worked over him for about three months. Also under him, around him, on the couch, in the kitchen, etc.

Shut up. 

C’mon. It’s funny.

A low whistle leaves him as you bite back a smile. “Damn. I’m so sorry. He’s a real hardass.”

You lean in conspiratorially, and you’re almost cheek-to-cheek as he leans down to listen. “You know, that’s what I hear, but -” 

Penelope bursts through the doors and calls your name, carrying an armful of papers that have absolutely nothing to do with the work going on upstairs. Emily is close behind her, an amused grin on her face. 

Sean leans back so you can finally see her. “Yeah?”

“I have these for - Oh, hi Sean!” She says it like she hasn’t already decided her primary objective is to get his attention. 

“Hey!” He looks over at her, one finger up to stop her in her tracks. “Wait, don’t tell me. Garcia, right?”

“Penelope,” JJ supplies helpfully. 

“That’s right. It’s good to see you again.” He offers her his hand, and she takes it. You’re almost certain he winks at her, and she smiles through the blush rising on her cheeks. 

He really is a heartbreaker, huh?

Aaron must have had his work cut out for him.

Derek rounds the corner and immediately rolls his eyes at the scene before him. Sean has his body angled toward you (in your chair, completely open, with your chin in your hand) while he shakes Penelope’s hand. JJ pretends to do work off at her desk behind yours, but she’s completely tuned into the conversation. Emily’s sitting on her own desk off to the side, watching the whole thing with a certain degree of good humor. 

“Sean, good to see you, man.” Derek walks over and takes Penelope under his arm. It’s almost possessive, and you almost laugh. 

Sean releases Penelope’s hand and takes Derek’s. “Hey, Morgan. How’ve you been?”

Their bro-to-bro catch-up fades into the background as you see Hotch appear on the breezeway by his office. You look up at him before pointedly glancing at Sean beside you. He sighs, then calls, “Sean.”

The man in question turns, and a smile breaks out over his face when he sees his brother. There’s something cocky about it, and you don’t miss the way his body language remains keyed into you as he speaks. “That’s my name, don’t wear it out.”

Aaron takes another deep breath and walks down the stairs. “What are you doing here?”

“Can’t I just come see my big brother at work?”

Aaron’s eyebrow is dubious at best. “What do you need?”

Sean laughs, and it reminds you enough of Aaron’s that it draws a wide smile from you. You find yourself looking fondly up at Sean, seeing more of the resemblance now that they’re beside each other. Aaron’s jaw flexes. You notice. 

Oh, see, now this is fun. 

“I was just in town and figured I’d stop by to see if you were here or out on a case.” Sean glances down at you with another charming smile before looking back at his brother. “I guess I got lucky.” 

He’s just full of those smiles, isn’t he?

JJ jumps in. “We’re actually planning on going out to drinks once we wrap up in a couple of minutes. You’re more than welcome to come.”

While JJ pulls attention elsewhere, you glance up at Hotch and throw him a wink. Hey. Relax. 

His jaw relaxes just a touch, and his lips twitch. As usual, he covers it by crossing his arms over his chest. Don’t be a shit. 

You wet your lips and purse them a little. Nice try. 

He shifts, just a little, raising an eyebrow. You’re really gonna go there?”

Watch this. You toss him a quick smile. “That would be great!” You brush Sean’s sleeve as you unnecessarily reach over him for Penelope. “What do you think, Pen?”

“Oh, we’d love that!” Penelope takes your hand, squeezes it, and looks up at Derek. “Wouldn’t we?”

Derek nods. “We’d love to have you, man. It’ll be good to hear what you’ve been up to in New York.” 

Aaron does his best to suppress his eye roll. You’re lucky he loves you, childish antics and all. 

+++

When you split up into your respective cars, Sean elects to ride with you over his brother. You and Hotch play the role of designated drivers. You’ve fallen into the routine, finding it's much easier to sneak around your coworkers as they get more and more inebriated through the evening. 

Aaron doesn’t look too happy with the ride arrangements, but he lets it slide. Dave and Emily ride with him, while you have Derek, Penelope, and JJ in the car with you and Sean. 

It’s not that he doesn’t trust you. He doesn’t trust Sean. 

Logically, he doesn’t have anything to worry about. He woke up this morning to your patient, adoring eyes and your hands playing with his hair. You ate breakfast together (read: sat in his lap with a bowl of cereal while he read his emails), were (almost) late due to your showering arrangement, and only parted after a (very) good kiss in the driveway. 

Still though, he can’t quite shake the insecurities he always felt with his brother. Thirteen years his junior, Sean always seemed to excel in every social pursuit. Music, girls, friends - he was able to settle into things Aaron always struggled with. It was stupid. Aaron was well into his thirties when Sean was in undergrad, but that prickle of envy never seemed to fade. 

Their mother never put the pressure on Sean the way she did on Aaron, and in some ways it made sense. He was a teenager when their father passed, and Sean was hardly a child. More responsibility, more weight, less credit. 

Aaron might be his mom’s pride and joy, even to this day, but Sean will always be her baby. 

Thus, watching Sean easily weasel his way into one of your smiles wore on almost thirty years of tension. 

“Hey, what’s going on with you?” Emily asks, tapping Hotch’s shoulder with gentle fingers. Upon making contact, she snorts. “Wow, you’re really tense.” 

Hotch shakes his head and shrugs her off. “I’m alright.” 

It’s Dave’s turn to snort. “No you’re not. You’ve been scowling since Sean showed up.”

“He just has that effect on me. Always has.” 

“C’mon, Aaron.” Dave says. Aaron’s grip on the wheel tightens, but he doesn’t say anything. “He’s just a kid.” 

With a flat deadpan, Aaron replies, “He’s thirty.” 

Emily leans forward on the center console, inserting herself into the conversation. “Hotch, you don’t have anything to worry about. Sean doesn’t have anything on you.” She bumps his shoulder with hers. 

He sighs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

Emily and Dave share a look and a little smile. 

+++

You hop out of the car, swinging your keys in your hand. Hotch is a couple of spots down from you in the parking lot, and your little groups meet up somewhere in the middle. Falling back, you let Derek and Emily lead the way. When they’re all in front of you, Sean included, you press your shoulder to Aaron’s for just a moment. 

“Are you going to be childish?” he says, quietly. 

You suppress a smile. “You’re fun when you’re jealous.” 

“I’m not jealous.” 

“Alright.” Your hand snags his for just a moment, before you jog forward to catch up to the rest of the group. 

“There you are!” Sean’s voice rings out, and you let him tuck you under his arm. You wrap an arm around Sean’s waist and chance a look back to grin at Aaron. 

Gotcha, babe. 

Aaron rolls his eyes so loudly you can see it from twenty feet away. Ridiculous. 

I love you. 

I know. 

+++

You’ve all managed to secure a table. While not incredibly crowded, there are plenty of people around. You planted yourself next to Aaron, and Sean planted himself next to you. The music is just loud enough to encourage dancing without requiring a shout to communicate. 

Derek downed his first drink and led Penelope on the floor within ten minutes of your arrival. 

The round table is crowded, and your pinkie locked in Aaron’s belt loop goes unnoticed. He stretches his arm out behind you to clap Sean’s shoulder, and his fingers quickly trace across your shoulders as he pulls it back. 

“So what have you been up to, Sean?”

“Oh, you know. This and that.” He pulls from the drink in front of him and you’re almost certain it’s just a Coke. 

Sober? Getting there? 

Remind me to get the skinny on that later. 

10-4.

Aaron chuckles darkly. “You’re gonna have to do better than that.” 

Sean shrugs, and leans back, checking out the dance floor. You pull your pinkie from Aaron and put both of your hands on the table. Emily’s looking a little too watchful tonight, and you’d hate to lose your bet. 

Your money is on making it more than six months without alerting the team you’ve been sleeping together. Aaron, always of little faith, took the alternative. 

“Dance with me?” Sean offers you a hand, and you take it. Before you get too far, you lean across Aaron to take another sip of your drink. When you lose your balance (on purpose), Aaron steadies you with a hand around your waist, making sure you’re settled on your feet before you jet off with Sean. 

“Thanks, Hotch!”

He takes a long pull from his beer - his only drink for the evening. Hotch. Gimme a break. 

“Looks like they’re hitting it off great,” JJ says with a laugh. “That works out. I mean, Sean’s about our age, right?”

Don’t remind me. 

“Yep. Turned thirty last month.” Aaron does his best to not sound too bitter. 

JJ smirks at Emily, who turns to smirk at Dave. They don’t know what they don’t know, but they certainly know enough to keep an eye on Aaron for the rest of the evening. 

“That’s in-flight entertainment, baby.” Emily whispers to JJ. “I can’t wait to tell Will. He’s going to die laughing.” 

JJ lets out a peal of laughter. “Absolutely.”

Out on the floor, you’re having way too much fun, sandwiched between Derek and Sean. You pull Penelope between you and Derek, and loop an arm over Sean’s shoulders. 

“So,” he says, his lips close to your ear and his voice barely audible over the music, “how long have you been sleeping with my brother?”

You freeze for just a moment, but it’s a moment too long to recover. “What?”

“Oh, come on. Question in response to a question? That’s like profiling 101.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Sean rolls his eyes. “He’s halfway in love with you, if not completely fucked, in case he’s failed to tell you.” He spins you out, and back in so your back is against his chest. 

“We’ve got that covered, yeah.” You twist in his arms. “You gonna do anything about it?”

He shrugs. “I dunno. I think it’s pretty funny to get him all worked up, though, don’t you think?” Another bright smile crosses his face and his blue eyes seem to glow in the dim light. 

“Oh, Sean. I think we’re going to get along just fine.” You laugh and reach for him again, but a finger appears in your belt loop. Derek pulls you back toward him by the hip. He’s stupid strong, and you can only tumble back into him with another laugh. 

You’re sweaty, sober, and having way too much fun.  

“Careful, kid. I think Hotchner has a crush.” Derek’s playful jab is warm against your ear as you fall in with him, cheek-to-cheek. 

“What can I say?” You ask. “I’m irresistible.” 

Derek throws you under his arm in a spin and you land back at his chest with the wind knocked out of you. “He’s gotta get in line though.”

“Oh?”

“I think his big brother’s gonna give him a run for his money?” 

That’s enough for you. “Gimme a break, Morgan.” With a laugh, you shove at Derek’s chest and leave the floor. Returning to the table, you sidle up to Aaron again. “Hey, Hotch. Having fun?”

He gives you a weak glare out of the corner of his eye and takes a sip of his beer. “A blast.” 

“Couple more hours, if that, then we’ll be home.” You drop your voice, almost whispering into your glass as you take another sip.

Aaron nods. “Can’t come soon enough.” 

The rest of the team gets more and more sloshed as the evening progresses, and you can get away with a lot more. That said, Sean’s eyes are playful, sober, and more than a little amused. 

“What did my brother say to you?” Hotch murmurs, under his breath. The girls went to the bathroom (and to call Spencer a cab home) while Derek and Sean posted up at the bar, itching for an excuse to give some asshole the what-for. 

You bump his shoulder. “Just that you’re half in love with me, if not already completely fucked.” 

He heaves a sigh. “Can’t catch a break.” You link your pinkie through his belt loop again. “He’s right, though.” 

“How’s that?” You look up at him and you know he can see how much you love him. 

“I’m completely fucked.” 

If any of your team members wonder what’s so fucking funny, they don’t ask. It’s just good to see Hotch smiling again. 

+++

At the end of the night, you drop Sean back off at the hotel on your way home. He’s the last in your car, so he can speak his mind with a certain degree of freedom. You idle in front of the building for a moment, just enjoying the silence.

“Hey.” 

You look over at him. “Yeah?”

“You’d make a great in-law. Just wanted you to know that I’m here for it.” He offers you a hand. You shake it and it almost feels like you’re making some kind of gentleman’s agreement. “Take care of him. He needs it.” 

“Oh, don't worry. I know.”

The smile you share is that of a pair of co-conspirators, of siblings, of friends. 

We’ll do just fine, you and I. 

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[bellasweetwriting]

Mysterious Girlfriend

Spencer Reid x Latina Reader

(not my gif)

masterlist

plot: Spencer Reid has a new girlfriend, and no matter how much evidence he has, Morgan and Hotch does not believe she exists

warnings: most fluff, kissing, criminal minds typical stuff

notes: this is s3-s4 spencer

word count: 1,8k

— • • • —

"Doctor!" Yelled Rossi arriving at where Spencer was filling his paperwork. "What are your plans tonight?"

"As if Reid has ever had plans in his life, " mocked Morgan.

"I actually do have plans tonight, Derek, " answered Reid surprising the BAU who could not believe the words that came out of Spencer’s mouth.

"Oh, really?" Questioned Morgan, putting down his paperwork. "You, Spencer Reid, have plans on a Friday night?"

"Yep... why? You don't?" That reply caught the attention of everyone, who started laughing. "I think it's the first time I have plans and you don't, isn't it?"

Morgan rolled his eyes. He didn't believe him. Reid doesn't go out, and if he does, he always goes out with the team, not on his own.

"And what plans do you have?"

"I'm going dancing tonight." That generated surprise from everyone.

"Reid, I've seen you dance, it’s embarrassing. Come up with a better lie next time, " intervened Emily sipping the last drop from her coffee.

"Oh, I'm aware of that, Emily. It's just that I got the perfect teacher." And with that, Rossi laughed.

"No way... she?" Reid nodded. "Did she finally say yes?"

"We've been dating for a month now, " announced Spencer with a big smile, confusing their other colleagues who didn't understand what was going on. "She's perfect."

"Wait, not only you have plans on a Friday night—" interrupted Hotch looking at the young Doctor—" but also you have a girlfriend?"

"And Rossi knows about her and we don't?" Asked Morgan. "Who are you?"

But at that moment, JJ interrupted the chit chat with a file on her hands, making everyone complain.

"Sorry, guys, it's urgent!" She yelled. "Cancel your plans."

"Conference room in five minutes, " announced Hotch.

"We’ll talk about this in the jet, pretty boy, " said Morgan to him before leaving towards the conference room with a coffee in his hand.

— • • • —

Morgan didn't waste a second and sat in front of Reid on the plain. The entire team was curious about Reid’s new "girlfriend" who Reid wouldn't give details about other than the fact that she could dance.

"Give me a name, " demanded Morgan and Spencer laughed.

"So that Garcia can investigate her? No thanks."

"Where does she work?" Asked Derek.

"At a college."

"She's a student or some?"

"What? No! She works at a college, not attends college."

"Don't forget to add—" interrupted Rossi— "that she's Latina." Reid nodded with a smile.

Derek was dying internally. If this girl was fake, he would never forgive Spencer for playing with his mind, but if she was real, it could be the biggest thing that has happened in the entire year.

"What does she do at this college?" Questioned Hotch who specifically said in the conference room that they were not going to interrogate more about Spencer’s mysterious girlfriend, but not even him could resist the curiosity.

"She's a professor, " answered Reid.

"You also wanna know, sir?" Asked Emily to Hotch and he nodded.

"Reid with a Latina girlfriend isn't something that happens every day, " pointed Hotch before looking at Reid again. "How old is she?"

"My age."

"That's impossible. She doesn't exist, " determined Morgan with a cocky smile. "A professor your age, Latina, interested in you? That's the perfect woman!"

Reid leaned in closer and smile. "I know... that's why I'm dating her, Morgan."

Morgan pointed at him with his index finger while Reid chuckled.

"Son of a bitch, " murmured Morgan. "I'm gonna demonstrate that this girl is fake."

"Why don't you do a bet?" Offered JJ, gaining the team's attention. "If Morgan can prove by the time we go home that Reid’s girlfriend is fake, Reid gives him something that he wants."

"I like that, " said Derek with a smile. "I have till the end of the case to prove that you are lying. If I do, you give me twenty bucks."

"Make it forty and we split, " interrupted Hotch sitting next to Morgan. "I'll help Morgan."

"Fine!" Accepted Reid. "I want to see what you guys come up with. But if you fail, between the two you have to give me forty bucks. Deal?"

"Deal, " agreed Morgan, and Hotch nodded. It was a closed deal.

— • • • —

"How are we gonna prove that Reid is lying?" Asked Morgan to Hotch.

"Reid isn't a good liar. There's gonna be something in his story that is not going to make sense, he's gonna make a mistake and that's how we are going to prove his lie. While we wait for that, get Garcia to look for a list of twenty-seven-year-old professors in colleges around the state. There shouldn't be much, she should try the whole country."

"On it." Morgan walked away, calling Garcia.

"What's up, sweetheart?" Asked Penelope on the other side of the line.

"Hey, baby girl, I need something."

"I’m all ears."

"I need a list of Latina professors around the country, twenty-seven-year-olds to be specific, works in a college."

"Nah, I'm not doing that, " said, confusing Morgan. "JJ told me about the bet with Hotch and Reid and I certainly know this is not for the case."

"Come on, girl, I need it."

"I'm sorry but Spencer prohibited me to research his girlfriend like two weeks ago. He made me promise in front of him that I wouldn't do it. And he called me when you guys got off the plane."

"He did what!?" Exclaimed Morgan, getting Hotch’s attention.

"He warned me that you and Hotch would try to get information on his girlfriend and he said that he would give me half of the forty bucks if I didn't help you. And I love you, chocolate baby, but I also love twenty bucks. Call me when involves something about the case. Bye, baby."

And with that, Garcia hung up the phone. Derek walked madly towards Hotch, who was looking at him confused.

"Reid bribed Garcia so she wouldn't give us any info."

"We could use that in our favor." Morgan looked at him confused. "Why would Reid bribe Garcia to not give us the information to prove that she's real if he isn't lying?"

"He doesn't want Garcia to look her up because she isn't real!" Hotch nodded. "These are going to be the sweetest twenty bucks I’ve ever received, baby. Let’s go!"

— • • • —

By the end of the case, Morgan and Hotch had collected all the information that they needed to win the bet. The whole team entered the jet, and both sat down in front of Reid filled with adrenaline, ready to prove that Reid’s girlfriend isn't real.

"Prepare the forty bucks, pretty boy." Spencer put down his book and looked over to his colleagues, pretty sure that they had nothing. "You bribed Garcia so she wouldn't do any research on your «girlfriend». Why would you prevent us from finding actual evidence of her existence if she isn't real?"

"What's the fun in that? For that, I would have called Garcia myself in front of you and made her look my girlfriend up and I would already have the forty bucks. That's all you have?"

"We asked you if she worked in the city and you said she worked outside the state, but that you met her with Rossi when you attended one of her classes in Virginia. How's that?"

"Well... she gives different lectures around different states. She was giving one in Virginia when I met her, but she doesn't live in Virginia"

Hotch and Morgan had so much evidence, but Reid had an answer for everything.

"You could still be lying! You aren't giving us her name, or what college she works in. You are just giving us random facts that you could’ve made up, " said Hotch. "There's no way to prove that you are telling the truth."

"And there isn't evidence to prove I'm lying, either. Why don't you guys just give up and give me my forty bucks?" Questioned Spencer.

"Or why don't you just simply agree that no one won?" Interrupted Emily. "You guys couldn't prove he is lying but no one is sure that she exists, Spencer, so you didn't win either. Just forget it."

"You believe that she exists, Prentiss?" Asked Morgan.

"Oh, no, she's fake, but Reid did you good. You can't prove it."

And with that, Morgan and Hotch gave up.

— • • • —

As soon as they arrived at the office, everyone sat down and filled his paperwork. When Spencer left to the bathroom, Morgan wasn't slow to get up and look over Reid’s desk.

"What are you doing?" Questioned Hotch as soon as he saw him, making the rest of the team look too. "Morgan—"

"I'm gonna prove this kid is lying. There’s gotta be something here that shows what really was gonna do Spencer yesterday."

"Y/N!" Rossi yelled, catching everyone’s attention.

A girl in a red dress with a leather jacket on top walked towards Rossi with a smile. She was young, beautiful with gorgeous y/e/c eyes who brightened the entire office. No one could stop looking at you.

"SSA Rossi! How are you doing? Haven't seen you for so long!" Exclaimed Y/N with a smile. "And this must be the team."

"I'm Derek." Morgan presented himself, standing up quickly from Spencer’s chair. "You are?"

"Y/N, " you repeated your name. Rossi introduced all the members and you greeted each one. "It's a pleasure to meet you, I've heard a lot about you."

"How do you know Agent Rossi?" Asked Hotch and Y/N smiled.

"I met him about two months ago? Three months? He assisted one of my lectures with Spencer."

Derek turned around to look at Hotch. There was no way.

"You..." started Morgan, not believing what he was hearing. "You are the professor."

"I guess," Y/N said with a smile.

"Baby!" They heard Spencer exclaiming as he came back from the bathroom. The professor walked towards him and he kissed her softly on the lips for a few seconds before pulling away. "What are you doing here? I was going to pick you up."

"I know, just... wanted to see you. After you canceled our plans yesterday—"

"I’m so sorry about that. I had an urgent case.”

"It’s okay," she interrupted. "Ready to go?"

"Yeah just let me give quickly my paperwork to Hotch," said Reid, walking towards his desk and giving Hotch his file. "Guys, did you meet Y/N?"

"Yeah we did," whispered Derek.

"Wonderful surprise," added Hotch.

Reid laughed.

"I’ll claim my forty bucks tomorrow," said the doctor with a smile before grabbing Y/N’s hand and interlocking their fingers. "See you Monday! Do not call!"

"Adios," said Y/N with a smile.

"Have fun!" Exclaimed JJ as they both left. "I can’t believe it."

"I can’t believe I felt attracted to Reid’s girlfriend," mumbled Derek. "I need to see a doctor, I’m having a heart attack."

"Reid’s got a girlfriend," whispered Emily. "Wow..."

[hellimagines]

Indebted to You -- Barry OBX

Masterlist

Summary: As JJ Maybank’s older sister it’s always been your top priority to protect your little brother. Even if that means easing your father’s temper by indebting yourself to Outerbanks’ top dealer.

Warnings: child abuse, frequent dr*g mention and dr*g dealing (of the non-oui’d variety), paying off someone else’s debt non-conventionally

Pairing: Barry x fem!Maybank!reader

Word Count: 2.4K

DISCLAIMER: Please, for the love of fuck, DO NOT do hard dr*gs just because you think they’re ‘cool’ or because you think dating a dealer is ‘cool’. Believe me when I tell you that neither of those things are cool, and that is NOT what I am trying to get across with this story; I don’t condone hard dr*g use.

A/N: This is something I pulled out of my ass because I wanted to write for Barry really bad, but I didn’t have any ideas. It has potential but I’m not sure if it’s gonna go anywhere. Also, Barry may be a little OOC since we don’t get much from his character. Anyway, I hope you guys like this and let me know what you think!

You released a slow, aggravated huff while staring down at your drunken father. He sat hunched over on the couch, with his elbows digging into his knees and his gaze trained on the coffee table before him. Behind you, your younger brother was curled into an armchair with a frozen bag of expired peas pressed against his left eye and a bloody tissue under his nose. You yourself had a welt already throbbing and beginning to swell on your cheekbone, but you ignored it in favor of kicking your dad’s limp foot. His head shot up, neck cracking with the unexpected speed, and narrowed his eyes at you dangerously.

“You had some nerve steppin’ in on something that wasn’t your business. What’ve I told you ‘bout stickin’ your nose where it don’t belong?” he snarled while attempting to stand, but was pathetically unsuccessful due to his inebriated state. All he managed to do was stumble and fall back down on the couch with a grunt. 

You rolled your eyes, “And what’ve I told you about mixing your whiskey and blow? I already have your grave dug outback, and the sooner you keep this shit going, the sooner I get to toss your ass inside it.” Luke scoffed at your words but didn’t offer a rebuttal as he flexed his bloody knuckles. “JJ didn’t touch the fucking money-- I’ve been keeping ahold of it so nothing goes missing before I head to Barry’s. You’d remember that if you weren’t fucking high or drunk all the time. JJ’s got his own job and is making his own money, he doesn’t need to jack your rolled bills for anything.” 

You pulled out a wad of recently-flattened bills, shaking the cash in front of your dad’s face. It was roughly $600 that you had made the past weekend while bouncing from Kook party to Kook party. Luke’s eyes widened at the sight of the money and he instinctively reached out to grab it from you. Your arm jerked back and you clutched the wad tightly before shoving it back into the pocket of your leather jacket. 

With a shake of your head, you looked over your shoulder and gave your brother a once over, nodding to yourself after assessing he wouldn’t be dropping dead anytime soon. “Why don’t you go to JB’s? I’ve got shit handled here and I heard the waves were supposed to be good before the sun sets.” 

“You sure? I can go with you-”

“Over my dead body. I got involved in this so you didn’t have to. Scram, before I change my mind and make you clean the kitchen.” JJ frowned but did as he was told, depositing the peas back in the freezer before making his way out the front door. You turned back to your dad, who was now laying on the couch with an arm thrown over his face. “I don’t have many more runs to do before we’re out of this shit-eating debt you caused with Barry. Keep your paws off the cash and we won’t have any problems, okay? You can’t fuck this up before I manage to fix it. Please, dad,” you whispered pleadingly and lowered yourself to the edge of the coffee table. 

Your dad peeked open an eye at you before laughing darkly. “You’re running the game, princess. The streets know you, but even worse, those rich Kooks know you and know what you have to offer. That won’t be forgotten, especially with how good you’ve been running that shit. You’re not gonna be getting out anytime soon, so what’s it matter if a couple twenties go missin’ or a gram gets cut on our table? Don’t piss Barry off and don’t get caught by the cops, and you’ll be set for life.” 

“No, I’m not like you,” you growled as your lip curled into a sneer. “I don’t wanna keep dealing and end up bitter and angry and alone, like you. Once I’m finished working off your debt, I’m done.” 

Luke shot up from the couch in the blink of an eye, towering over you while gripping your jaw tightly. You could feel his fingers painfully digging into your skin, pressing against your teeth, and making you wince. “Doesn’t matter what you fucking want. This isn’t your world, princess. Once people know who’s moving product in the streets, you’re stuck. So you may as well embrace the Maybank name and take what you can while you can. Now, be a good girl and go make daddy proud,” he hissed in your ear, before roughly letting go of your jaw by flinging your head to the side. You teetered off the edge of the table and fell to your side on the floor, but Luke didn’t spare you a second glance as he stepped over you and stumbled to his room. 

After pushing yourself to your feet and massaging your sore jaw, you shot a glare toward the direction of your father’s room. “Fuck you,” you spat quietly before leaving the house and slamming the door shut behind you.

By the time you made it to Barry’s trailer, the sun had set and the small grassy area Barry called his ‘backyard’ was lit up with lights, noises, and people. You made your way around the trailer, nodding to a few people you recognized before you found Barry lounging in a lawn chair with a beer in his hand. His smile was wide and dirty as he laughed with the people surrounding him, seemingly at ease with everyone. When he noticed you walking toward him out of the corner of his eye, his smile brightened and he shouted out for you.

“Ay, look who it is!” he yelled, waving an arm out toward you while the others cheered at your arrival. “I was just thinkin’ about you, sweetheart. C’mon, sit down with me. I left a chair open just for you,” Barry smiled, gesturing to the black lawn chair beside him with a Mikes waiting in the arm pocket. Despite yourself, you couldn’t help but to snicker softly at him and take the offered chair. 

“What made you so certain I’d show up tonight?” you hummed teasingly while opening the spiked limeade that had been waiting for you. 

Barry grinned over the lid of his beer, his brown eyes watching you intently as you drank from your bottle. “Because I know you, sweetheart. Sunday nights are your drop-off nights.” Your cheeks warmed at his comment, but you played it off with a scoff and shake of your head. “I wanted to make sure you were more comfortable tonight, so I kept that chair open for ya and grabbed your favorite while on a liquor run.” 

A harsh scoff came from a chair on the other side of Barry, and you peeked around him to see who it came from. “Special privilege for his new fucktoy, what a surprise,” the voice muttered, and you recognized it as one of Barry’s frequent buyers, Sherry. You’d never had a conversation with the girl despite having gone to school with her in the past, and even though she was always at Barry’s get-togethers, she typically seemed more focused on her next fix rather than talking with anyone.

“The hell is that supposed to mean?” Barry snapped, turning to look at her with a clenched jaw. He seemed to purposefully be blocking her view of you, and you remained silent as the altercation unfolded.

“You know what it means,” she snapped back. “Whenever a new piece of trash starts selling for you, you put your dick in her and use her until another one shows up. But, you never bought them their favorite bitch-drink or saved them a seat, so what makes this one so much better, huh? Why does she get to sit in the big, nice chair next to you, but the rest of us have to have three-legged chairs and warm beers? What about her cunt makes her so much better?” Marie shouted, causing a couple of the others to whistle in disbelief. 

Before Barry could respond, one of the boys in the circle spoke up. “Maybe it’s cause she’s not a psychotic bitch who snorts the blow instead of selling it.”  You could hear Marie’s angry gasp at the diss, and when Barry gave her a pointed look rather than defending her, she flipped off the group before storming away. 

“Remind me why we let Sherry stick around all the time?” Someone questioned as you idly picked at the label on your bottle.

“Because this ain’t a fuckin’ gated community,” Barry scoffed as though it was obvious. The other chuckled in agreement before the conversation picked up and everyone went back to their own thing. You cleared your throat awkwardly once the attention was off of you, not knowing how to respond-- or if you were even supposed to. Barry gave a deep sigh, “Sorry about that, sweetheart. Don’t listen to anything she said, Sherry just hasn’t been doing great since she lost custody of her son. You’re not a fucktoy and I ain’t got no intention of using you like that.”

“Don’t worry about it, she’s going through shit and I get it. I shouldn’t stay long anyway, Luke’s fucked off his ass and if I’m gone much longer he’ll flip,” you shrugged, reaching into your pocket and pulling out the cash as you spoke. “I made about $600 this weekend, and I know it’s not as much as it usually is, but someone had already hit up the beach and two of my usual places by the time I was able to start selling. So, I was stuck at Rafe’s party all of last night and only a handful of small pickups on Friday night.” You handed the wad over to Barry with an apologetic wince. “I still have some blow left over, so I’ll try and push a few eight-balls before the weekend. I’m sorry it’s not more.” Barry flicked through the cash quietly as you explained everything to him, before folding it into his pocket once it was all counted. He finished off his beer while looking you over, causing the nervous feeling in your stomach to grow. 

“Sweetheart,” he began with a shockingly gentle sigh, “You ain’t gotta apologize for any of that shit. You’re cleaning up your daddy’s debt because he’s too useless to do it himself, yet you’re not bitter or angry at everyone because of it. I’ve heard of the way you stick by new users throughout the night, making sure they’re using safely and doing okay. You still go to your day job and take care of your brother and his shithead-friends despite being up past dawn most days. You’re doing great, and I don’t ever wanna hear you apologize for thinking you’re not doing enough.” 

Your cheeks flamed and your eyes widened in shock as you spluttered helplessly at the man in front of you. “I wasn’t implying that I wasn’t doing enough! I just know how much my dad owes you, and $600 weekends are gonna take too long to pay it off.”

Barry raised an eyebrow at you before grabbing onto the arm of your chair and tugging you closer to him. You yelped at the sudden movement, bracing yourself for the inevitable collapse of you and your chair. Barry laughed loudly at you when you squeezed your eyes shut and gripped the chair tightly, but there was no mirth or mock behind his laugh. Once the chair stopped moving and his laugh slowed to a chuckle, you breathed a sigh of relief.

“Relax,” he chuckled, reaching out to move a strand of hair out of your face. “I wasn’t gonna let you fall, just wanted to talk to you better.”

“You could’ve just asked me to move closer,” you grumbled, casting your eyes to the side as your cheeks flushed. “And I told you I can’t stay long to chat.”

Barry gave you a nonchalant shrug, “Where’s the fun in that? Besides, if your daddy’s got an issue with you keeping me company, I’ll just go and have a talk with him. I don’t want you worrying about him when you’ve got enough going on. Stay for a bit, sweetheart. I’ve got a whole cooler full of those Mikes, and you’re the only one I’m allowin’ to drink ‘em. If you really wanna go, I won’t stop you, but I want you to know that I don’t mind you stickin’ around me for a while.”

You bit your lip as you considered Barry’s offer, quietly looking out at the happy party-goers. It was calmer than any Kook party or Boneyard Blowout you had attended, and you had to admit that you loved the calm and welcoming atmosphere. Barry’s warm hand settled over your propped up knee, bringing your attention back to his hopeful eyes. 

“Okay, fine,” you caved and Barry squeezed your knee in delight. “But, you have to go get me a drink. Sherry was right, this chair is comfortable as fuck and I don’t wanna get up.” 

“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” Barry teased and patted your knee before leaving to grab your drink. You stared after him with a bashful smile, unable to help yourself as the nervous feeling in your stomach evolved into flustered butterflies.

‘Shit,’ you groaned to yourself, ‘I’ve got a schoolgirl crush on this motherfucker. I’m so screwed.’

[evening-starlight]

Warm Beers

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I’ve decided to put this story on an schedule! Monday, Wednesday, Friday.

This also takes place before Season One

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Word Count: 1478

    Shoupe watches his daughter run around the house like a chicken with her head cut off, smirking into his coffee cup as Kenzie nearly trips up the stairs while trying to put on her shoes. "Can't go to work if you're dead, Z," Victor calls up as he makes his way to the front door after it rang. He smiles as she gives a sarcastic laugh from the bathroom.

    When he sees JJ behind the door, his smile falls. "What do you want, Maybank?" He asks, blocking the doorway as JJ takes a peep inside.

    "Well, sir, I was wondering if Ken could come out and play?" He asks, smiling up at Kenzie's father innocently. Shoupe rolls his eyes and opens the door, calling up to his daughter.

    "Z, your little friend is here to play." Kenzie's dad turns to the boy again. "She's upstairs. Don't touch anything on your way up," He waves off the boy and goes back to the kitchen. As much as he didn't like McKenzie hanging out with the Pouges, he would tolerate it over some Kooks he knows.

    JJ skips upstairs, looking around for Kenzie. She comes out of the bathroom, toothbrush in mouth, shorts unzipped, and only a bra over her chest. The surprised noise she makes is muffled by her brush, not expecting JJ to be here this morning. "Good morning, Ken," JJ laughs, wiping toothpaste off her chin, trying hard not to look down. Sure, he's seen her in a bikini before, but this was way more intimate.

    McKenzie waves hello with a muffled good morning before dipping back into the bathroom. "Where are you going this early?" JJ asks but only gets a waiting finger in response. The boy leans against the doorframe and watches as Kenzie struggles to brush her teeth and hair with opposite hands. "Jesus Christ, Shoupe J.," He laughs, taking the hairbrush from her so he can help her in her hurry.

    Her hair is soft and silky, easily untangled in JJ's hands. He's felt it before, but this time it felt different. Like the clouds were in his hands. JJ finishes brushing the delicate hair and holds it back as his friend goes to spit. "Thank you," She says breathlessly. "I got called into work today," Kenzie explains as she pushes past JJ and towards her room quickly. "Half the staff called out because someone spiked the punch at last night's Kook party with laxatives. So now I have to cover for six fucking people on a damn Saturday."

    McKenzie continues to rant as she pulls the Kildare Surf Shop shirt over her head. The dress code was extremely lax at work, so she turned the ugly unisex t-shirt into a cropped tank, feeling better with fewer clothes in the shop with a broken A/C. She looks over at JJ with pleading green eyes. "Pray for me because I will die today. It's supposed to be one-hundred degrees and prime Touron season." JJ laughs and pulls her into a tight hug.

    "You'll be fine, Ken. I'll bring the gang around to hang, okay?" Kenzie nods into his chest, careful not to smudge her makeup. "Need a ride?" He asks. McKenzie looks up at him, eyebrow arched as she smiles up at JJ.

    "Is that just an excuse so that you have to pick me up?" JJ makes a thinking face, looking away from Kenzie as she continues to smile.

    "Mm, yeah, it is," JJ admits, making Kenzie laugh before pulling away from him.

    "Fine, but you're buying me lunch today," McKenzie laughs, grabbing her phone and butterfly pattern backpack. Then, with a quick hug to her father, Kenzie runs out of the house behind JJ.

    She stops in her tracks when she sees JJ swing his foot over his bike. "What's the matter, scared of a little motorcycle action, Princess?" McKenzie can't help the slight shiver that runs down her spine at the pet name. She walks up to JJ, snatching the helmet from his hands with a huff. JJ smiles and starts the cycle up and takes off when Kenzie sets her hands on his hips.

    JJ can't help the wide smile that spreads across his face as Kenzie slips her arms around his middle tightly, resting her cheek against his shoulder as they zip through traffic and towards the main shop. The rumbling in his stomach begins again, annoying JJ to the bone.

    It was ten in the morning, and he hasn't drunk anything yet. Maybe it was that he didn't eat before speeding to the Shoupe household or drink water. Who's he kidding? He never drinks water.

    The disappointment when JJ sees the surf shop come into view is confusing, considering he loved everything about that store. The feeling is heightened when McKenzie pulls her arms off his middle when he parks out front.

    "Thanks for the ride, J. I'll see you at lunch?" She asks, pulling the helmet off. The way her brown hair, with slightly sun-bleached ends, cascades down to her shoulders as she shakes her head makes his stomach churn even more. He really needs some food and fast. JJ's at a loss for words for an unknown reason, so he just nods his head. Kenzie giggles and speed walks into the store, opening the door for some tourons.

    JJ can't tear his eyes away from her retreating form until the door closes behind her. He shakes his head clear of the blur and drives off towards the chateau until McKenzie's lunch break.

    The two hours leading up to Kenzie's lunch break seem like torture. JJ has an insatiable need to be by McKenzie that just seems to grow the more he hangs out with her. He just wants to be near her and feel her skin on his. There was nothing more JJ needed than to have McKenzie Shoupe next to him at all times.

    He all but bursts through the shop doors, takeout bag in hand and eyes searching for his favorite girl. His eyes find Kenzie, but his chest tightens at the sight of her twirling her hair for some jackass touron in a leather jacket. She giggles and brushes his arm slightly at whatever lame joke he said.

    Kenzie was absolutely flirting with the boy in front of her. He was handsome, and she had a weakness for leather jackets. His blue eyes danced in the shop light, and his jawline was sharper than her wit. "How about," She starts, getting a paper and pen. "When I get off at four, you give me a call, and we can go surfing together?" Kenzie asks as she jots down her number.

    As the boy, Theo, leaves, Kenzie sees JJ standing in the corner, scowling as the boy passes him. Kenzie quickly taps her co-worker's shoulder and informs him she'll be in the back with her friend. "J," She calls, pulling JJ out of his angry stare down. He follows her into the back room, smiling at Kenzie's co-worker as he passes.

    "Who was that idiot?" JJ asks, sitting across from McKenzie in the break room. She giggles and pulls her food out of the bag, starving after having nothing more than half a protein shake for breakfast.

    "Why, Maybank, jealous?" Kenzie teases, biting down into the burger and moaning as the taste dances across her taste buds.

    "No, just didn't peg you as the touron type, Ken," JJ says, biting into his hamburger as well. She snorts and covers her mouth to stop the food from coming out.

    "For being my best friend, you sure don't know much about me, JJ," Kenzie says. JJ rolls his eyes, not really wanting to talk about her sex life. "You know how many times I've taken a touron back to the chateau during parties? Or literally in the woods, J?" He chokes on his food, staring at Kenzie with wide eyes and tries to ignore the tightening in his jeans.

    "Didn't know my best friend was a kinky whore," JJ's words come out harsher than he meant, immediately looking up for forgiveness. Kenzie stares at him, wide-eyed and slack-jawed. They stare each other down, neither blinking. "Ken, I am so sorry," JJ starts. His best friend's smile shows through her facade, making him stop. She starts to giggle and soon laughs with her head thrown back.

    JJ can't help but laugh along, Kenzie's laugh being contagious. "JJ, it's not like," Kenzie says between breaths. "I haven't heard you in the bedroom with tourons either." She brings a fry up to her mouth, staring JJ in the eye as her's glint with sarcasm and mischief. "Daddy."

    JJ chokes on his spit, not expecting that word to come out of McKenzie Shoupe's mouth. "Shut up," He mumbles, focusing on the burger instead of the constant tightening in his jeans.

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[secret-rendezvous1d]

“You owe me.”

hello, hi!

recently found a new bloke to crush on during lockdown, can’t stop watching him on the telly, can’t stop my imagination from running wild with creative writing ideas so here i am. yadda yadda yadda. this was all said before.

the previous story, linked here, has no link to this story and was supposed to be a one-off but it went down well and there was some lovely feedback given for the story and it made me want to do a second. i guess we’ll still have to see where it lands me afterwards because it’s still a new subject to talk, write and read about for my followers.

thank you. enjoy.

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“you owe me” spencer reid x female reader (reader insert imagine) word count; 2.4k.

* if you haven’t watched criminal minds then this does contain some spoilers to the show that you may want to dodge if you are thinking of starting the series up. *

summary; the quiet night in the bau that everyone thought would last isn’t so quiet after all.

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It was pretty rare for the Behavioural Analysis Unit to have a quiet night in the office.

No phone-calls made from police departments across the borders to insist their appearance on a case, no overdue reports to file after a lengthy case that took days to work out, no expected (or unexpected) visits from agent Strauss as she came to hunt for the next person who had done something that didn’t suit her and there were no briefings up and coming to fill everyone in with a case they were presumably due to work on once they were called. There was no reason for them to stay behind, sit around like sitting ducks, and play the waiting game for the next phone-call or the next time Hotch left his room with a file full of evidence or a new fax that came through requesting the help of an analysis unit with a serial killer case that had everyone else running ragged and tearing their hair out in frustration.

When Hotch left his office and disappeared behind the door of Rossi’s office with empty hands and a concerning look on his face, everyone had a hint of disappointment pinching at their faces, a sense of curiosity lingering in the air as to why he went to Rossi rather than calling a briefing so everyone could hear; was there a case that was about to take their potential free night away from them? Was it something personal and he wanted a second opinion on a case that came through? What was happening and where would they be going?

When he left the office, hands gripping the rails of the balcony and eyes trying to skip over everyone as they tried to pretend to busy themselves as if they weren’t being nosey and chatting about what the business would include, a cough brought the office to a standstill. Even in YN’s office, her fingers stopped typing on the report JJ had asked her for and she could see, through the small slit in the blinds that covered her windows, Hotch standing tall and ready to address everyone. 

“I think it’s safe to say that it’s been a quiet afternoon here in the unit. We’re allowing you to go home for the evening but we’re asking you to keep your phones on you in case of a sudden request for our appearance,” he informed, a slight smile bringing the corners of his lips up into a small curve, “have a good night and we’ll report back tomorrow morning, if not before.”

It felt like the end of a school day. When you’d been granted leave early from the teacher in charge because there was no more work left to do, with the rush of excitement as everyone packed up their desks and rushed out the door to get as far away from the classroom as possible.

As soon as Hotch disappeared back into his office and closed the door behind him, half-full coffee mugs were left behind on the counter in the kitchenette and desktop computers were logged off and chairs were left where they’d been dragged to and coats were grabbed from the coat rack because everyone was in a rush to enjoy the one rare evening where they didn’t have to worry about work and rushing to finish deadlines. Garcia had her bag packed and was already saying her goodbyes with Kevin waiting outside for her, Morgan had his coat zipped up his body and was already almost out the office, Prentiss finished the last of her coffee in her tall mug before she disappeared to grab her bag from the briefing room, JJ was packing and piling cases up on her desk in her office before she said her goodbyes and Spencer slipped the strap of his bag over his shoulder and gave an awkward goodbye before leaving his desk.

YN kept her door open so she was able to involuntarily smile when Hotch declared they had the night off; the one night where she didn’t have to worry about Spencer not coming home because a case went into overdrive or because he was in danger with the rest of the team, the one night where she could go home with him and have him spew facts in the passenger seat of her car as she drove home, the one night in a long time where they could make plans before they got to the front door and argue over what they’d do for the evening, the one night where she could sleep peacefully and not have a million questions running through her mind as she laid down because the answer to her questions could be given by the sleeping soul beside her in bed. So, when she heard the gentle footsteps outside her office and saw the expected head of messy hair and face homing a cheeky smile, her belly tingled with butterflies because their night started now.

“Ready to go?”

“Yeah, I’m just signing something off for JJ and then I’ll be ready,” YN smiled, her chair creaking beneath her as she tucked herself back under her desk and let her fingers tap at the keys of her keyboard. He stepped into the office and closed the door behind him, a click filling the room as he sat down in the chair opposite her and crossed one leg over the other, watching her as she finished the last of her work. “I didn’t ask for an audience.”

He chuckled and held his hands up in surrender, her eyes darting from the screen of her computer to his eyes that were still looking at her.

“I don’t get to see you in the work environment. I’m just enjoying the view,” Spencer admitted, unhooking the strap of his bag from his shoulder and letting it drop to the floor beside the leg of his chair, “what are we doing when we get home? What do you fancy doing?”

“Whatever you want to do. The first night in a long time where you aren’t surrounded by a working case,” she suggested, the clicking of the keyboard keys coming to a stop as she forwarded the report to JJ and closed the tab for the day. Her hand rolled over her mouse, clicking buttons on the screen as she logged off and watched the screen before it went black. “I would like to grab a sandwich from the cafe down the road before we head home, if that’s okay? I’ve been craving a chicken salad sandwich and fries from them all day.”

“Why didn’t you say anything? I’d have ran out to get you something for lunch,” Spencer frowned, standing to his feet and reaching down for his bag, hooking it back round his shoulder and letting it fall down to his hip. The collar of his shirt tucking underneath the leather that he sorted out when it felt a little strange against his neck. YN stood to her feet, stretching upright to remove the kink from her back, because sitting at a desk and on a computer all day lead to back aches that lasted for days, letting soft mewling sounds leave her lips. “I can give you a massage when we get home. You look achey.”

She shrugged her jacket over her shoulders and zipped it over her chest and stepped around her desk, his body coming into close contact with hers and at such close proximity enough for her arms to wrap around his neck, fingers combing through the hairs at the nape of his neck as she brought his face down to her level. Lips pressing against his in a quick kiss.

“We could take turns?”

“Sounds good to me,” he grinned, pressing another kiss to her lips before retracting and standing up straight, hand instinctively reaching for hers, “let’s go before we jinx it.”

+

“Three hours in and nothing.”

“It feels - yeah, it feels good,” Spencer grinned from his space on the sofa, stretched out over the expanse with his feet kicked up on the table. His signature mismatched socks pulled up over his ankles, which didn’t pair well with the shorts hanging from his hips and stopping at his mid-thighs nor did they match with the rather extravagantly-patterned buttoned shirt (which was unbuttoned this time around) showing all chest and not hiding anything from the human eye. “Three hours and we’re still here. Are you coming to sit down or not?”

She nodded, scraping the plates free of its crumby remnants into the food waste bin and setting the plate in the washing up bowl full of soapy water, the cutlery scratching the china as it slid down and plopped into the water with a splash. Her feet dressed in wool winter socks that had her slipping on the kitchen tiles with each footstep she took closer to the living area, one of Spencer’s old and ratty t-shirts hanging down her body, barely hiding the lace knickers she had on her hips.

“I’m surprised we made it this far,” she sighed, straddling his hips and settling herself comfortably on his lap, “in fact, I’m surprised we’ve not had a surprise visit from Derek with beers under his arm.”

“Might have told them we didn’t want any interruptions,” Spencer said sheepishly, his soft palms cupping her naked hips and letting his thumbs rub circles into the soft skin beneath the lace lining, “the first night I get with you, where we get to be alone, I’m not sabotaging that. We’re taking full advantage of our alone time.”

The next morning would be torture, she said to herself.

As soon as the agents worked out what they didn’t want to be interrupted from (which, YN assumed, wouldn’t have taken them that long to figure out),  the amount of teasing and joking around would become unbearable throughout the day. The cheeky comments that came mid-conversation, the knowing looks that they give when they see Spencer within the closest proximity of her, the whispers they give each other to add fuel to the fire.

As much as she loved her colleagues, their sex-life and what they did in ther personal time didn’t need to be brought into the work place as a topic for them to talk about.

“Get ready for some relentless teasing then,” YN admitted, shoving his shoulder with a gentle fist, “for a genius, you are a bit of a muppet sometimes.”

He grinned shyly.

“Come on, all this talking is wasting precious kissing time,” he said slowly, using his hands to adjust her hips to brush over his lap, bringing her closer so he could cover her cheeks in numerous and loving pecks, “here or the bedroom?”

“We’ll waste precious kissing time if we move from her to the bedroom,” she whispered against his mouth, “here is fine.”

It felt good. So very good. So pleasantly good to have his hands touch her and violate her in such a way that she loved him to, to have him melting under her as she kissed him so deeply and so passionately and tugged at his hair like he hated it on his head, to have him with her in a moment of passion which lacked in their household with the jobs they had. Her hands touched his chest, his hands caressed her breasts, his lips moulded with hers and her legs latched onto him like she was hanging on for dear life. Moans, groans, grumbles and murmurs leaving the small bubble they were consumed in, all signs of enjoyment to a moment they knew was coming…

… or would have come if it wasn’t for the consistent ringing that filled the apartment with a different sound...

YN felt certain that someone was holding a grudge against them… if not them, then, definitely her.

It had been three hours since they had stepped foot through their front door with the hopes of having an early night and a date-night at home with no interruptions. Three hours since they finished their takeaway meal in her car because she was too hungry to wait till she got inside. Just under three hours since they took a bath together under candlelight and just under three hours since he read to her in the bathroom, on something she had no clue about, as she massaged his shoulders with massage oils. Two hours since they sat in their underwear and ate the last of the lemon cake in the fridge, a cake they’d been saving for a decent occasion, and it had taken two hours to build the sexual tension.

“I swear to God-”

“It’s probably just a cold-caller. Leave it alone,” Spencer whispered, his breath hot over her collarbone as he continued dragging his mouth across her neck. Sucking on the tender skin, leaving bruises and bite marks in his wake as he moved down her chest, hands holding her hips tightly as he moved his hips against hers. “If it’s someone from the unit, they’ll call again.”

Leave them to call again.

Of course they called again; who was Spencer kidding?

“Hello?”

“Reid, we need you and YN back here at the office, immediately. We’ve been called in on a case, an hour flight from here, the wheels go up in two hours. It’s urgent so as soon as possible, please”

YN could hear Hotch’s expressionless voice drift from the speaker of Spencer’s phone and her stomach dropped. Of course, it was just their luck.

“You heard him…”

“I know,” she frowned, forearms resting on his shoulders as her fingers toyed with the wet hair at the nape of his neck, “you owe me. You owe me all the sex, all the kisses, all the cuddles and all the love in the world after we get home.”

“Absolutely,” he grinned, patting her thighs as an indication to stand up, “let’s go crack a case, partner.”

And with that, they rushed back into the bedroom without an inch of haste and dressed themselves as appropriately as they could. Shirt and a tie and slicked back hair for Spencer which made him look like he’d had a boring night at home and a blouse (which effectively meant YN had to go through the mission of covering up the hickies and the bite-marks that littered the entire base of her neck) and work trousers and a mess of hair she couldn’t just sort out in five minutes which made her look like she’d been dragged through a hedge backwards.

Another busy night in the books.

[beware-of-you-98]

GOD fuck it

artsy goth lesbian!! emily and her sporty jock gf jj college au headcanons (tw// mentions of homophobia+transphobia but nothing graphic)

emily has subdued her goth look from high school by a lot

she’s more of a pastel goth

her hair is straighter, the blue streaks running through her hair more nearly than they ever were in high school

she’s traded in her faded band shirts and faux leather jackets for plain black tank tops or t-shirts with darker, more neutral toned flannels thrown over top

she still wears her fishnet stockings, the ripped skinny jeans and chains on her belt, but she loses the studs

(instead, she wears a simple black choker)

her nails are painted matte black, filed into short tips

(she keeps her pointer and ring finger nails cut though because..... well duh)

she does her makeup the same way: dramatic eyeshadow with winged eyeliner sharp enough to cut a bitch

the only difference is she wears charcoal gray lipstick instead of black

people are weary of her

she carries around a dark, black umbrella when it’s sunny out to protect her pale complexion

literally no one hears her talk

no one knows her major

all they know about emily is that she’s good at art

she excells in the french and math classes she’s in

emily prentiss is intimidating for crying out loud! you can’t blame people for being nervous around her!

(once, emily heard a rumor that she beat up laura sanderson because laura called her a homophobic slur)

(she totally did break laura sanderson’s nose because laura called luke alvez and his boyfriend spencer reid homophobic and transphobic slurs and the bitch made penelope garcia, the sweetest human being emily has ever met, cry)

(she doesn’t feel sorry about it whatsoever)

jj is the complete opposite of emily

she dresses in sports jersies, shorts and a comfortable pair of vans

in winter, she wears soft pastel colored sweaters and cuffed jeans

her hair is always up in a ponytail

everyone on campus seemingly knows who rising soccer star jennifer jareau is

she trains every single day in the gym and often will be seen jogging around campus with a few of her teammates

despite her popularity, she’s really down to earth and kind

she has a small group of friends that she hangs around with when she’s not with her team (the small group includes spencer, luke and penelope!!)

she politely declines invitations to join sororities and spends the time she’s not on the field studying

her best classes are science and english

spencer and penelope are like her siblings and she protects them fiercely

laura sanderson tries her one day by starting on spence and jj goes off on her

she chews laura out hardcore, leaving to go to the field only when her hands start to shake

(laura doesn’t mess with spencer after that)

no one ever expects jennifer jareau and emily prentiss to be dating at all

as far as anyone knows, they don’t interact

so when jj’s teammates spot emily prentiss sitting underneath a shaded tree with her sketchbook during their practices, they’re weirded out

after practice, one of them pulls jj aside and is like.... “that emo weirdo is watching us...”

jj just shoots her a glare and states firmly “my girlfriend is just waiting for me to be done with practice”

and then she turns back to emily and grins, jogging up to her and giving her a kiss

emily likes staying over in jj’s dorm to watch her study (she sketches her girlfriend sometimes)

jj always wrinkles her nose with a smile and goes “why do you always draw me?”

emily’s cheesy response is always “you’re my inspiration”

jj’s often the model she uses for her photography assignments

despite hating crowds and sports, emily always makes it to jj’s games

she’ll stand over under her umbrella no matter the weather to cheer her girlfriend on

most times, she chants “come on baby, you got this” under her breath as she watches her girlfriend on the field

if she makes a goal, emily can’t help but cheer

jj always makes it to emily’s art galleries and show openings

she loves emily’s photography so much because her girlfriend really has a talent for it

her favorite art pieces of emily’s are the pottery (her girlfriend makes the cutest tea pots and tea cups) and her colored pencil drawings because they look so real

[the sweaters jj wears in the winter are 100% emily’s but no one has to know that]

[write-orflight]

Songs to Play While Hunting a Killer: Chapter One

*Gif not mine*

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Pairings: HotchxReader, Enemies to lovers

Rating: M

Words: 2.5K

Warnings: None right now, eventually will be smut

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: Y/N is a Bounty Hunter who always runs. Aaron is the Agent that stays behind, it was no mystery why they didn’t get along. When the two are called to revisit an old case together it’s no wonder old feelings revisit too.

AN: I’m taking some liberties with the reaper storyline but still keeping the basic crux of it. So please don’t attack me that it’s not exactly like the episodes I’m trying to fit it around the story. Message to be added to taglist! much love, Cia. 

        Chapter 1: Killer Queen by Queen 

You stopped at the motel first to check out and change. Opting for a black cropped t-shirt, skinny black jeans and as always your leather jacket. You put your bags in your car and head to the FBI headquarters. Queen blaring in your stereo and suddenly remembering why you hated driving in the city. You parked in the parking garage and put the top on Lou, figuring you’d be separated for a while. As you say your goodbyes, you hear a low whistle behind you.  

“Is that an 85 Miata?” The older gentleman asks. 

You smile. “Close, 1990. How are you doing, Rossi?”

The man looked confused for a second before the realization took hold. “Y/N?” You nod and the man is sweeping you in a hug. “Look at you, bella, you’ve grown. And changed styles apparently.” 

“Yea, that tends to happen over a decade, Rossi.” You laugh, following the man into the building. “What are you doing here though? Last I heard you were retired and rich?”   

“Still rich, just not retired.” The man laughs. “What’re you doing here though? Last I checked your dad is actually retired.” 

 “Actually, Hotchner invited me to consult on a case.” You say. Rossi looks at you incredulously. 

“Hotch? Willingly asked for your help?” 

“Well, it was like pulling teeth but thankfully he’s not an idiot.”

“What happened with you kids anyway? You were inseparable back in the day.” 

You frown. You didn’t like to think about that time in your life. “People change.”   

“I’ll say, look at you kid. All leather and classic cars now.” He laughs, you laugh with him as he directs you into the BAU. 

The two of you are immediately greeted by a brightly dressed blonde woman. “Hey Rossi!” She says to the man. 

“Garcia.” He greets, gesturing to you. “This is--” 

“Y/N Y/L/N.” She says, extending a hand for you to shake. “Hotch had me look into you, you are completely bad-ass! I read about how you went after that team of bank robbers last month that ended in a car chase. You’re like super cool, I’m Penelope.”

“Thank you, Penelope. Hotch made you look into me?” 

“Oh yea, I’m the Tech Analyst for the BAU.”

“I assumed so, and he made you do a background check on me?” You ask, trying not to sound angry. It wasn’t her fault, but your tone betrayed you. 

She looks at you awkwardly. “Umm, yea… Sorry?” 

“Not your fault, excuse me.” You nod to the two people. Rossi tries to stop you but you dodge the hand going to your wrist and stalk up the stairs to your dad’s old office that was now Hotch’s. You slam the door closed and he looks up from files on his desk and levels you with an angry expression. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” He says. 

“You had a background check run on me?” You ask angrily. “When I’m already an approved consultant.” 

“Of course I did, I needed to know what kind of person I’m sending out there with my team.” 

“Which is why you read my file which already has my background check in it! Not to mention, you already fucking know me, Hotch.” You say, seething. “Don’t look into my life without my permission again.” 

The two of you didn’t notice the team watching you from the bullpen below. 

“Do you guys know who she is?” Reid says, looking to the group. 

Emily shakes her head. “No, but judging by how they’re yelling at each other, Hotch definitely knows her.” 

Penelope walks up to the group. “That’s Y/N Y/L/N. She and Hotch went to Academy together and she’s helping us with our next case. Which is what I came to tell you, we should head to the conference room now.” 

The team is waiting in the conference room for 5 minutes before you and Hotch walk in. You’re still kinda pissed but you knew better than to make other people shoulder your bad mood, especially strangers. 

“This is Ms. Y/N Y/L/N, she’ll be consulting with us this case-” 

“Doctor.” You say. Hotch looks at you confused. “I went back to school after I quit the FBI.” You explain. “So it’s Dr. Y/N Y/L/N.” 

“I didn’t know that.” He says. 

“What? It didn’t come up in your unnecessary background check?” You say, the team including Hotch give a small grimace. You decide to ignore that and sit. “Shall we get started?”       

A blonde woman cleared her throat. “Yea, we’re going to Boston, a couple was found dead in their car, the boyfriend was shot once in the head, and the girl was stabbed multiple times. We’re investigating to see if it was the Boston Reaper.” 

A light skinned man speaks up at that point. “The Reaper is back? He hasn’t killed in a decade, how are we sure it’s not a copycat?” 

“It’s him.” You speak up. The group looks at you, but you keep your eyes trained on the crime scene photos. “Is there any record of the male victim wearing glasses?” 

You watch the woman who introduced herself as Garcia earlier type on a laptop for a minute before speaking up. “There’s no record of it, why?” 

You push the photo towards Hotch so he could see what you were seeing. “It’s Foyet’s.” 

He looks at it and nods. “Wheels up in 30.” 

You pale for a second. “Up?” 

“Yea, we have a jet now, Bella.” Rossi says, patting you on the back. You swallow roughly. 

God, you hated flying. 

—————————————————-  

You really hated flying. 

The team seemed pretty calm, expected since they fly so much but there was a reason why you liked driving Lou everywhere. Flying was… not your style. 

“Fear of flying?” You look up to see the lanky kid from earlier looking at you.

“Fear of crashing.” You nod back. 

“You know, turbulence hardly results in crashes. What you really have to worry about is microburst. The sudden down-pressure of air hitting a craft like this will capsize it.” He says smiling, you look at him in horror, knowing he was just trying to comfort you but accidentally did the opposite. 

“You’re Dr. Reid, right? Gideon’s prodigy?” 

“You knew Gideon?” 

“I know Gideon. He was an agent on my dad’s team for years. I just had lunch with him about 2 months ago.” 

“Months?” He says, confused. “I haven’t heard from him in years and you saw him months ago?!” 

“Relax, it was purely by chance. I ran into him while working a bounty in Albuquerque and we decided we might as well eat lunch together while we were in the same place.” You shrugged. “He talked about you a lot though. Still keeps track of the work you’re doing, said he was proud.” 

“Well, if he really was I’d hear it from him.” 

“I know. Trust me I’ve called him an idiot multiple times for leaving the way he did but…. this life isn’t for everyone, it certainly wasn’t for me. It takes a toll and eventually something's gotta give.” 

“Let’s go over the case, please.” You hear Hotch call out. You both instantly turn your attention to the man. You can’t help the nervous feeling in your stomach, it’s been a while since you worked an actual case that wasn’t already solved. You didn’t want to fuck this up. You watched Aaron and his team go over the details of the case, now with the information that you provided them earlier. You watched as his team regarded him with respect and the authoritative air he had about him now. Hotch had always been a serious person, you not so much. Back in the academy days you used to balance each other out. Now, all you did was clash. 

“Do you have anything to add, Y/N?” Hotch asked. The team immediately turns to look at you. 

You smirk. “If I had something to say I’d say it, Hottie.” 

“Hottie?” The light skinned man from earlier questions, smirking at Hotch as well. Hotch ignores him leveling you with a serious look. 

“I’ve already told you it’s Hotch or Hotchner now, Y/N.” 

“Hotch.” You say, testing the word out on your tongue. You grimace. “Doesn’t have the same ring to it. I think I’m going to stick with Hottie, if you don’t mind.”  

“I do.” He says, blankly. 

“Well then, I guess it's good we have bigger things to worry about right now.” You say. He looks you in your eye, you look right back. You’ve never been scared of Aaron, you weren’t going to start now. The team was now watching the exchange intensely, you imagine that no one had really stood up to Hotchner before. 

“Fine.” he says after a while. “Reid, JJ you guys head to the Field office. Morgan, Prentiss and Rossi head to the crime scene. And you.” he says, looking you back in the eye, you smirk. “You’re with me, you’re going to help us find George Foyet since he has no last known address. Show me how good you actually are at bounty hunting.” 

“Oh, I’m more than good, Hottie.” You wink. Aaron rolls his eyes. 

You sigh. Just like old times. 

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When you exit the plane, the FBI issued SUVs are already waiting. Before he could notice, you picked the keys out of Hotch’s pockets and slid into the driver's seat, putting your shades on to combat the baking sun. He looks confused for a second before just getting into the passenger seat. You put Queen on the stereo before peeling out. You drive for a while in silence, Hotch clearly watching you. 

“What?” you say. 

“Is this how you start all your cases? Because you seem to just be driving aimlessly and we don’t have tim--” 

“Hottie, relax. I know exactly what I’m doing.”  

“Hotchner.” 

“Come on, there was a time when you liked me calling you Hottie.” 

“Times change.” 

You nod. “That’s true.” You say, you knew you and Hotch would never be the same after what happened. “Call your tech girl for me?” You ask.

Hotch nods and calls. You hear a voice on the line. “Talk dirty to me.” it says. 

“Hey, it’s Y/N/N.” You say. “Can you tell me where Roy Colson works?” 

“I can tell you what he ate for breakfast, honey. One second.” You continue driving listening to the faint clacks of Garcia’s typing. “Employee records say he’s employed at the Boston Examiner now.” 

“Exactly what I thought, thanks Garcia.” You park. “We’re here.” You say getting out the car, Hotch falling into step behind you. 

“How’d you know? Where Roy was?” He says. 

You look at him confused. “Basic investigation skills? I may not have a fancy technical analyst but I do know how google works.”   

The two of you walk into the building and are greeted by a woman seated at the front desk. You smile walking up to her. “Hi, Meredith? I think I spoke to you on the phone earlier.” 

“Yes, Zoe right?” 

Hotch looks at you confused but you just smile and nod. “That’s me.” 

“I’ll show you back to Roy’s desk. He must be so excited you guys are visiting.” 

“Yea, we’re just stopping in town before the honeymoon, thought we might surprise him for lunch.” If Hotch didn’t look confused before, he sure did now. 

“If you head down this hall and to the left, his desk is in the far left corner. Have a fun lunch, Congrats on your marriage.” 

“Thank you!” You say smiling, slipping your hand into Hotch’s. “Come on, honey. Let’s go.” 

As soon as the receptionist is out of sight, Hotch is pulling his hand back like it was chemically burning him to be attached to you. “Hey! That could hurt a girl's feelings, you know.” 

“Zoe?” He asked. “Honeymoon??” 

“So I said a tiny white lie to get in. Roy wasn’t answering my calls.” You shrug. “I lie all the time on bounties.” 

Hotch stops you from walking, stepping into your space to look you in the eye. “This isn’t a bounty, Y/N. It’s a federal investigation. This is unreasonably irresponsible and if you had been caught in your lie that’s the only thing the defense would need to call a mistrial. A serial murderer would go free because you can’t think for one second.” He’s angry, you’ve seen it before. And you want to get angry right back but for some reason the only that happens is butterflies in your stomach. 

So not the time, Y/N… you think to yourself.        

“Fine, no more lies. Only honest real investigation from now on. Scouts honor.” You say, saluting the man. He only rolls his eyes before continuing to walk down the hall. 

The two of you walk onto the editing floor where you see Roy hunched at a computer desk. He looks up and sees you, eyes widening. 

“How’re you doing, Roy?” you say. 

“How did you find me?” He asks, you scoff. 

“Finding people is literally my job description.” Hotch watches you lean back on his desk, arms folded. “You’ve been ignoring my calls, Roy.” 

“I already told you I wasn’t comfortable giving up his location to you.” 

“And I told you, it’s not for me it’s for him.” You nod, and Roy turns finally looking at Hotch. “Reaper’s back, which puts George at risk, so I’m going to need an address before Big Boy arrests you for obstruction of justice, ok?” You slide over the stack of post-it notes he had on his desk to him. “Write.”      

Roy writes silently before sliding the pad back to you. You rip off the top note and smile. “Thank you. Oh and Roy?” You lean down, so that you’re eye level to him, looking him deep in the eye so he’d know you were serious. “If I see any of what we talked about today in tomorrow’s paper… I’m going to find you, for real. And Aaron won’t be here to protect you that time. Understand?” 

The man gulps and nods. You tap him lightly on the cheek with your palm. “Always nice to see you, take care.” 

You and Hotch walk out the building together. “Was there not a better way you could’ve done that?” Hotch says. 

“That?” You ask. “That was nothing, It’s not my fault Roy is essentially a gopher.” 

“You can’t just go around making vain threats to people for information, Y/N.” 

“That’s literally how I do my job, Hottie. And I apparently do it well since I got the address.” You look at Aaron over the roof of the car. “Don’t question how I do my job, I won’t question how you do yours.” You say before getting back into the driver’s seat. 

Aaron sighed a deep sigh, looking up towards the sky. 

This was going to be a long case.

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Rosemary and Thyme - On The Run | 02

ship: Five Hargreeves x Female!Reader 

summary: The Reader has killed someone and now the Hargreeves and her have to hide. So they look for shelter in the only place they know would welcome them: The Reader’s former employer. 

series: read part 1 here

author: jane jack aka your girl jjfics 

words: 3250 

warnings: mentions of death, murder, blood and homelesness, feelings of uncertainty and anxiety, flashbacks, angst, guns, allusion to smut (does not happen though, i’ve cut it right before), smoking 

a/n: i definitely did not expect it to be seen. i know 100 notes is not a lot, but i think i did pretty well for my second imagine out there, huh. thanks guys, for reading. i hope this one is just as great (or who knows, maybe better?). let me know if anyone would like a part 3. -jj

tags: @nimusicaltrash​ :3

Vanya and Allison were asleep in the backseat. Klaus, cramped between them, waved around a magazine he picked up from the last gas station you stopped at. Luther and Diego were discussing plans in the back, on the second row of seats. 

Five took the passenger seat, he was very tired from all the driving. He refused to make any stops at all until it was absolutely necessary. The dark circles around his eyes begged him to sleep, but he couldn’t. All he could feel was stress and desperation. I have to get my family to safety, he would think. 

Your now clean hands were clenched around the wheel of the car. The city was getting closer every moment and you unconsciously pressed harder on the gas pedal.

“Hey, hey! Careful there, I can’t read well when you go that fast” Klaus whined and you sighed. Right.

You saw Five look at his watch as he started bumping his right foot anxiously. Just a couple of metres away stood the “Welcome to Dallas” board.

“On time?” you ask, trying not to panic.

“Exactly on time” he reassures you with a nod. “Are you ready?” Ready? You were terrified.

“You’ll be okay. I’ll come inside with you, just in case.”

“What do you think old John can do to harm me?” 

John was your boss in the 60s. Your salvation. He was mesmerized by your voice that day at the bakery, and he kept asking people around until he found you. It was your second night sleeping under the open sky, and little did you know it was all going to change. He made you a star. One makeover later and a lot of clothing stores you basically swapped lives with Allison. He let you live in the apartment above the club. 

And he was probably also six feet under right now. 

“Oh I wouldn’t be worried about him.” Five replies sarcastically. “Maybe he has a son. Whoever is in charge of the place, might be an issue for us.”

“What do you mean?”

“I just… What if he won’t cooperate? What if he won’t understand, or worse, give us to the police…” after he said that, he looked zoned out for a moment, as if he was going through all the possible ways your plan could fail. 

If the police found you, you would be going straight to jail. There was no doubt that the Hargreeves could pay for your bail. So no worries with the police, really. But you were never going to be a free woman. The Commission would search for you, and if you killed one of them again, they would send new men after you until they made sure you were gone for good. As gone as the one you saw bleed to death. 

You put your hand on his knee as you turned left onto the main street. If the club was still standing it should be just around the corner. 

His attention switched back to you and he scoffed quietly. “Look at us. Just a couple of hours ago you were the one having a panic attack and now it’s my turn.”

A small smile appeared on your face. “We’re a team, remember?” And he mirrored the expression just before you parked the car. 

“Alright everybody, listen up!” he shouts so that everyone would turn and look at him. The sisters woke up too. They were all on the same train now. “Me and y/n are going to walk inside this club and arrange something so we’ll sleep safely for tonight. Vanya is going to wait in the car, ready to drive away and help us escape. Diego and Luther will wait outside. Got it?” Diego raised an eyebrow but Five continued “Just in case anything happens. You never know.” 

“I’ll wait with them, I need to breathe some fresh air” Allison said as she stretched her arms as far as she could in the small van. 

“Alright then” Five said, looking at the main entrance of the club through the passenger window. “Let’s get to this y/n” he gave you a small smile. 

You searched for his hand and squeezed it gently. 

The doors of the car closed behind you two as you got out of the car. Diego, Luther and Allison were pretending they were just locals talking about what not, getting closer to the big glass doors. When they stopped walking Diego turned a bit to the left and started laughing. This was it, your sign to go. 

“Hey, be safe, okay? Leave as soon as anything gets out of hand. We can find some other place to stay at.” Vanya told you when you were ready to get out of the car. Your best friend was worried about you, of course. She is always a bit anxious. But you had no other choice.

On the way here you were mentioned 8 times on the radio. You and the Hargreeves. Wanted criminals. This was your only chance to find shelter. If this didn’t work, you couldn’t really find some other place. You would pretty much have to sleep in the car or on the streets. No, impossible, you couldn’t go through that again. 

“We’ll be fine Vivi.” She chuckles sadly at the nickname you gave her in the early stages of your friendship. 

“Klaus, hand me that magazine! It’s my turn” Vanya said while tapping her fingers on the steering wheel.  

“Ah, fine.” he whined. “Turn on the radio.”

Hand in hand with Five you made your way to the front hall of the club, heading towards the bar, which was on a platform just above the empty dance floor. You took your sunglasses off as you sat on one of those black stools at the bar. Same leather like 50 years ago. It felt surreal to be here again, with Five sitting next to you. 

“What are you doing so early? And with a kid? There ain’t no party yet ms.” you couldn’t help but smile as you recognized the southern drawl. You pushed your foot on the floor and rotated the chair. There she was, with her hair pinned up the same way as always, wearing short heels that matched her dark lipstick. It had been so long since you had seen her. 

Amy Stephens, your boss John’s little sister. She should be 74 by now, and even though she was just 17 when you started working at the club, you still knew who she was. Amy was the only friend you had during those months when you were alone. You showed her how to do her make up, you went shopping together when you needed new stage outfits, you taught her how to fight, something John would’ve scolded you for if he found out.

“Hello.” you said looking kindly at your old friend. “I’m not here for any party. I’m just looking for someone.”

“Oh well, let’s see if I can be of any help to ya. What you got?” 

“Do you happen to know a Stephens?” Five asked her. 

“Stephens? Yeah, yeah, that’s me kid. With what business are you coming here?” she questioned resting her arm on her hip. 

“Are you in charge of the place?” you said putting your glasses in the pocket of your jacket.

“Sure am. Can I help you?” 

“Yeah… we… uh… a friend told us you used to give the apartment for rent? Is that… still available?” You didn’t quite know how to carry the conversation without blowing your cover. 

“Ah, yes. It’s been a long time since anyone slept in there. You knew the famous y/n Hargreeves used to live here?” Five suppressed a smile, winking at you, but the woman didn’t notice. “Do you kids even know her? You look young. Anyways, popular singer back in 62. Or was it 63?” she muttered.

“Big fans” Five told her.

Your name wasn’t Hargreeves, of course, but you had no certificate when your boss found you. So you did everything you could to associate yourself with Five and his siblings in hope you might find them.

“Would you be interested in staying here?”

“Yes, that’d be really nice” Five said eagerly.

“Follow me, I’ll show you around.” 

The door to your old apartment opened and little dust particles could be seen floating in the morning light. Amy pushed the wooden door with her shoulder and walked inside. 

“My God, we haven’t been in here since Ms Hargreeves moved out. Seems like she really was our last tenant” she whispered, but you heard her well. “But don’t worry children, the place is clean. There’s two bedrooms and a bathroom, a small kitchen and a balcony. Come come”. You knew that grin, it meant the apartment has probably been rotting ever since you left.

She led you to the bedroom that wasn’t used when you lived here. “See, two rooms, perfect for you and the kid, huh” She tried to convince you. Five chuckled and put his arm around your waist when she turned around to walk to the main bedroom.

“And this… this is the second one. There’s still a luggage full of her stuff under the bed but I can get rid of that for ya.” she slapped her hand on the mattress and more dust came out of it. “So what you thinkin’? You like it here?”

“Oh that's not a problem girl, bring them in. As long as you don’t make too much noise after 11 pm, we’re all good.”

You shared a look with Five to tell him This is the best we could do. He nodded and you both turned to look at Amy who was now staring uncomfortably at the two of you. Yeah, you would have to hide your relationship around her. He moved his hand casually and then you spoke again. “Yes, this is quite what we were looking for. But it’s not just us. We’ll be 7, including me, my boyfriend and his 5 siblings.” 

“Isn’t there noise from the party downstairs anyways at that hour?” Five asked her. The expression on Amy’s face changed as she looked down. 

“The party huh… you’re not from here are ya? Well, I was just joking earlier, kid. When y/n Hargreeves left the club, the people got angry. She was the main reason why people still came. Most stopped coming after some time, it simply wasn’t smart to keep the club partying. Now it’s nothing more than a property.” 

They… went bankrupt, because you stopped showing up? You knew people loved you, but John never told you you were the one holding up their business. A tear rolled down your cheek. All that fame, all the posters. You had bleached your hair when you returned to 2019 and you wore sunglasses everywhere. No one could know who you were. Some get their 30 seconds of fame, you got your year. One year could mean your whole life sometimes. 

You were laying on Elliot’s couch with the phone pressed between your ear and shoulder as you were trying to take off your coat. Five reached to help you mouhting I got it. He took your coat to the hanger and then disappeared into the kitchen. 

“Hello, this is John Stephens speaking.” 

“Hi, John. It’s just me, y/n. I- uh, I’m calling from a friend's house. I think I’m going to spend the night. Just thought it’ll be fine for you to know in advance.” 

“y/n, yes. So, what you’re saying is... that you won’t be here in time for tonight’s show?” he said anxiously. You didn’t know this at the time, but he was worried about losing profit.

“No no, I just- I would really want to hang out with my friend and it’ll be just for tonight.”

Gosh, you were reasoning with him as if he were your dad.

“Oh,come on, Hargreeves. Not even one song?”

You laughed at how disparate he was. “Sorry. Not even one. I’ll be gone til morning. But I’m sure no one will miss me that much. Besides, you can always ask Amy to sing. She’s been getting better. For real, John. That girl has potential.”

“There ain’t no well in hell I’m letting my sister get up in front of all these drunks to sing. She’s just 17, woman!” 

You couldn’t stop laughing now. “Goodnight, John. I’ll- Well I’ll see you on Monday if we don’t run into each other.”

“Have a nice evening, y/n” 

You hung up the phone and rose from the couch. When entering the kitchen you saw Five pouring coffee in two big mugs. You went and hugged him from behind, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. You could feel him smiling as you kissed him again. He took the mugs and turned around to face you leaning on the counter.

“Did you miss me?” he asked innocently, making you giggle. 

You leaned in and kissed him. You could still taste the coffee on his lips. He kissed you back and you felt him smirk as you laced your hands behind his neck. 

“Did I miss you?” you asked him back rhetorically. And you could see how eager he was to meet your lips again. You gave him a quick peck on the lips, and one on his shoulder, and then you hugged him tightly. “I did. A lot.” 

“I know what it’s like to be alone. I promise you, we won’t have to go through that again. I’ll try everything I can do to be together forever.” 

“Forever?” you asked.

“Assuming you won’t kick me out, of course.” You smacked his arm.

“Idiot.” you said between laughs. “Give me one of those mugs.” 

He hands you your coffee and you take a sip. “Black?”

“We have a lot to talk about,” he said.  

You both sat back on the couch and went over anything and everything. How you got famous. Where the others were. How he just arrived. What he saw. How long everyone had been here. 

“How long do we have?” you asked, searching for his eyes. 

He leaned back on the couch. “A lot more than last time. Enough time to find out what causes it, and more importantly, how to stop it.” 

You smiled at his words. After all this time, you were finally reunited, and no one was rushing you now. You had nothing to lose anymore, except time. Your hands unconsciously inched towards his thigh and you traced small hearts on his leg. “That means we can breathe safely for a while, right?”

Five brought you closer to him, straddling him now. He brushed your hair behind your ear so you could see him better. Your fingers explored his face carefully. The bump of his nose, his cheeks, his dimples as he grinned at you. Gosh, how you had missed his dimples. You missed everything about him. 

“We have almost one full year,” he said. 

“Then we better make the best of it, right?” you said as your lips brushed against his. 

He laid his head on the fluffy cushions and you followed, not breaking eye contact. His blue eyes scanned yours and your soul ran wild. You towered over him and pressed your forehead on his. Suddenly, the sound of the cars outside stopped and it all went silent. In this moment, there was only you and him. And this moment would exist forever.

You had to make up for all the time you were apart. You kissed him passionately, closing your eyes. His hands flowed along your curves and rested on your hips, pressing you hard on his chest. The kiss tasted like his favourite kind of coffee. Every movement of yours was matched instantly by him. He didn’t need words to know. Neither did you. 

Five pulled away for a second, looking at you lovingly, desire clear in his eyes. He took your left hand in his and shifted you so that you were laid on your back. He sat on his elbows just above your head. Your hands hugged his shoulders, getting him to slowly bend down. You could feel your eyes fill with tears as you watched him watch you. A flash of worry appeared on his face, but just for a moment. 

Five wiped your cheeks with the back of his palm, and kissed your cheeks. You kissed his hand and he kissed yours back, his hot breath fanning over your sensitive skin. His kisses started to travel upwards, to your elbow, then shoulder, then neck, then down again. You closed your eyes as his kisses passed your collarbone. He tugged softly on your shirt. 

“May I?” he hummed with a boyish smirk you hadn’t seen in a long while. You nodded, brushing his hair back.

“Yes, please.” you flushed.

He started unbuttoning your shirt, enjoying every second of it. With every button, he would press one more kiss. With every breath, you would inhale his sweet scent, praying to never forget it.

The morning was cold. Diego and Lila were asleep in the bedroom, Elliot on an armchair. Oh, the poor man couldn't even sleep in his own bed. Five was on the couch, next you. You pushed the blanket closer to him and got up after pecking his forehead. 

“Goodmorning, y/n.” he whispered, not even bothering to open his eyes. 

“Morning, Five.” 

“Where are you going?” he whined.

“Oh don’t worry, I’ll be right back”

You searched for your shirt and pants only to find them underneath your pillow. Getting dressed up in a hurry, you covered your shoulders with what seemed to be another blanket… or a really long scarf. Either way, it was warm enough. You reached for a cigarette in your pocket and made your way outside. 

You sat on the cold stairs that led up to the entrance of the building and watched the people pass the alley. 

“Look at them, rushing to get to their shitty jobs in time, to get their kids to school, rushing, rushing, rushing.” you scoffed under your breath.

“Good thing we don’t have to rush anywhere, right?” a voice startled you. You turned your head to the door to see Five already dressed nicely with a mug of, probably, coffee again. How convenient it could be for him sometimes to jump through space. Always a step ahead of you.

“That's not healthy.” he pointed at your cigarette. 

“That’s not either” you said gesturing to his drink and he chuckled, amused.

“Yeah, well, at least I won’t get sick” he sat down, resting his head on your shoulder. 

“We can’t have that happen. Even a cold can be deadly for an old man like you.” You bumped your cigarette on the side of his mug smiling. “Cheers” 

Making your way back to the car you saw everyone was outside. 

“Vanya why are you not in the car?” Five asked immediately.

“It just took too long and I was worried.”

“Is it so hard to just stick to the rules? Is it? All you had to do was sit there.” he sighed.

Everyone looked worried, so you smiled softly. “We got the key guys, it’s all good. Let’s go upstairs, I’m tired.”

“Thank, God.” Allison said so relaxed, unaware of the gun pointing at her from behind a tree nearby. She walked to the club’s doors. “Let’s go.”

[dreatine]

Fic: Nirvana

Title: Nirvana

Author: dreatine

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Elle/Spencer

Summary: This story is part of @fortheloveofcriminalminds 600 celebration. The two sentences to be used are :       "Just so you know, this isn't my first rodeo." and " In the likely event that this all goes pear shaped, just remember I told you so."

Plot: Elle/Spencer undercover at a casino.

Word count:   1723 (give or take since I handcounted it in longhand)

Phrases Used: Both. It will be in bold.

Notes: I own nothing/CBS owns all.

Notes 2: Thanks to Sharon for betaing. Title comes from reading a 33 1/3 book on the making of 'In Utero' by Nirvana.

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Glancing one last time in the mirror. Elle dabbed at her lipstick with a tissue. It had been awhile since she'd worn this dramatic of makeup but knew she had to look the part of glamorous girlfriend as part of the undercover operation with Reid. Chuckling to herself, she remembered the conversation from the precinct earlier in the day.

"We know the unsub targets couples of older women with younger men at casinos. It's most likely the place where he lost his wife or girlfriend to a younger man. It's the location of the stressor." Hotch explained, eyeing  Elle. "So, we're going undercover."

"Why're looking at me?" Elle asked, incredulously. "You're acting like I'm Grandma Moses." She shook her head."No way. This isn't going to work."

"You're the oldest woman here." Gideon replied, matter of fact.

Elle shot him a look. "Thanks."she huffed. " Fine. But, I have to buy a dress and I'm charging it to the Bureau."

"I'd expect nothing less." Hotch answered. Turning to Spencer, he said. "Reid, you get dressed too."

Spencer looked up. "What?"

"Reid, you're the youngest man. It has to be you." Gideon answered. " Derek is too old."

"Thanks, man." Derek smirked.

"But...umm..." Spencer stuttered, fidgeting nervously.

"Besides, you play poker." Hotch reminded him. "You'll be able to stay in the game for awhile."

Swallowing hard, Spencer replied, dejectedly. "All right."

Elle got up and went to him. "Thanks,Reid. I'll try not to take your reluctance personally."

"What?" Spencer replied, surprised. "No! I didn't mean.."

Elle smiled at him. "I'm just kidding." she patted his shoulder. "FYI, in the likely event that this all goes pear shaped, just remember I told you so." She pointed to everyone before dragging JJ out the door to keep help her buy a dress.

Elle smiled at her words to Reid. She was only teasing him about his reluctance to be paired with her. She knew or she hoped it wasn't because he didn't want to paired with her even as pretense. She was fond of the genius, perhaps too fond if she was honest with herself. Especially after the train incident.

'Stop thinking that.' she mentally chastised. 'I can't think about that now.'

Looking at the full length mirror once more, she grabbed her purse and left the hotel room.

*****

Spencer combed his hair back a few times, his nerves getting the best of him. Going undercover was nerve wracking, pretend to be someone he's not wasn't exactly his forte. But, doing with Elle was causing him to stroke out. He recalled his conversation with Derek at the precinct after Elle left to buy a dress. The thought alone of Elle in a dress causing him to get hot under the collar.

"Man, good luck with Elle."

He glanced up curiously. "What do you mean?" he asked, worrying that his unrequited crush on Elle was starting to show through. Ever since the events on the train, he noticed that they had gotten closer since then, talking more, sitting together on the jet, being more comfortable around her. Having to be in a pretend relationship with her was definitely not going to be comfortable. He had a crush on her before, but now, if he was honest with himself, he was a little bit in love with her. And having to pretend was going to be hard without admitting his feelings outright.

"I mean." Derek sat next to him. "She can be a handful."

Twirling a pencil, Spencer quickly answered. " I've never thought that. She's professional and.."

"Reid, I'm not criticizing her." Derek assured him, " I'm just saying she's more experienced that you at..well.." he trailed off.

Blushing, Spencer picked up his belongings and replied. "Derek, don't worry. Both are virtues will be intact."

He sighed recalling the conversation.Of course, Spencer knew he wouldn't be in Elle's league but he hated to be reminded of it. Smoothing down his jacket, he glanced at the mirror once more.

It was going to be a long night.

*************** Precinct later:

"All right, you two." Hotch explained, going over the plans a second time, which was needed because both Elle and Spencer hardly paid attention. Both couldn't keep their eyes off the other.

'Reid's hot.' she mused, running her tongue over her lips which thankfully Spencer didn't see because he was too busy blatantingly staring at her, his pupils blown.

'She's the most beautiful woman ever.' he thought, his eyes roving over her, admiring the way the red sating hugged her curves. This wasn't helping with his feelings for her.

"Reid, you got that?" Hotch barked.

Nodding, he answered. "Yes. I'm ready." he glanced at Elle who was smirking at him. 'Great.' he thought.

********

At the casino:

Looping her arm through his, Elle whispered to Spencer. "Nervous?" she asked, looking out at the potentials in the place.

"A little." he replied. 'But, not why she thinks' he mused. Clearing his throat, "Just so you know, this isn't my first rodeo." he told her, a sense of confidence peeking through.

She raised her eyebrow in question. "Really? Pretending to be a couple?" she asked, a little bite in her query that didn't go unnoticed by Spencer.

He shook his head." No, not that." he looked down at her. "I mean that I've participated in poker tournaments before."

"You have?"

He nodded. "I can count cards. I used to win all the time until I got banned from the casinos in Vegas, Laughlin and Pahrump."

"I'm impressed." Elle replied, smiling beatifically at him.

"I'm glad." he answered, grinning widely at her, causing Elle to laugh at his response.

"Guys, get going." Gideon blasted in their earpieces, breaking up their intimate conversation.

"Right." Spencer said, steering Elle to the tables. "This way, milady."

Elle grinned. *****************

Elle had never felt more alive than she did at this  moment. It had nothing to do with the potential nabbing of an unsub or the slightly chaotic tense atmosphere. No, it had to do with Spencer himself. Watching him play poker, beating every opponent mercilessly, admiring his long fingers caressing the cards, imagining them caressing her. It was a sight to behold. It was intoxicating. Adding to the fact that they had to be a couple and every so often, he would wrap his arm around her waist or place a kiss on her cheek was driving her crazy. She was falling fast, her defenses around him collapsing.

'Keep it together, Greenaway.' she chastised. reminding herself to focus on the case at hand.

"Hey, baby." She leaned down, her head resting on Spencer's shoulders "How's it going?"

He whispered. "Good. Just need one more card." An involuntary shiver went through him at Elle's breathy words in his ear. Spencer didn't know if he could take it anymore. Not the poker playing, which came naturally to him as breathing, not counting of cards or profiling bluffs. No, what was driving him to distraction was Elle. All night having her so close to him, whispering sweet words in his ears, kissing his neck was igniting at fire in him that he was afraid would explode soon. If they kept this up any longer, his feelings for her wouldn't be kept a secret much longer. 'My resolve is wavering'. he thought as he got his card.

"You're gonna bet or what?" A gruff man said, tapping his hand against the table. Both of them glanced toward him. This guy, mid-50s, big and demeanor throughout the tournament, alternating between obnoxious and quiet, fit the profile to a T.  As the night wore on, he became increasingly agitated as the losses kept piling up and his stares toward them anytime they kissed or cuddled, confirmed to them that he was the unsub. They just needed to wait till he made a move.

"Um..yeah." Spencer laid down two chips. "10." As in 10,000 dollars.

"Call it."

The unsub laid his hand down, grinning triumphantly. "Straight flush." The audience gasped.

Spencer lightly tapped his fingers, pondering. "Well?" the unsub asked, impatiently.

Without missing a beat, he softly laid down his cards. "Royal flush."

Elle smiled widely, pride surging through her. He was in his element. 'He wasn't lying when he said this wasn't his first rodeo.' she mused. as the crowd cheered.

"Fuck!" The unsub yelled, slamming his hands on the table. "I'm out."

"Hotch, he's leaving." Elle whispered. "He's wearing a black leather jacket, black newsboy hat."

"Gotta it."

Quickly, Spencer gathered his winnings, staying at the table a few beats, not wanting to arouse suspicion. Leaning down, Elle stated loudly. " Honey, we should leave while you're perfect." She kissed his cheek as he looked slightly taken back at her words."Don't want you to get cold."

"You're right." he answered, squeezing Elle's leg. Standing up, he grabbed the chip holder and Elle, leaving to the immense relief of the other players. Out of eyesight, they walked briskly to the exit, when the heard Gideon say in their earpieces. "We got him."

******************** Later that night:

Entering the hotel, Spencer held the door for Elle. "Thank you." "You're welcome."

Walking slowly to the elevators, each one was quiet, lost in thought. Ever since they wrapped up the case, they hadn't had a chance to talk, only able to sneak glances at each other.Both had taken a lot of ribbing, primarily from Derek on their undercover work. He kept making comments about the cuddling they did and how they'd make a cute couple, which did hit a little too close to home for both of them. Neither one had been so thankful to get back to the hotel after Hotch let them go.

Trying to break the tension, Elle offered. "Too bad you couldn't keep the money."

"I know." he smiled softly.

"What would you have done with it?" she asked, curiously.

DING! The elevator door opened and Spencer, ever the gentleman, let her enter first. She gave him a smile in thanks as she pushed the floor button.

"I'd given some to my mom. Some to local charities." he answered, as the car went up.

"Nothing for yourself?" she inquired.

He shrugged." Maybe some books, I guess."

DING! They arrived at their floor. Spencer indicated for her to go first, and they began to walk down the hall.

"So, just books?" she asked again. wanting to keep him talking. "No cars, no IPods? Or new clothes?"

Smirking, Spencer shook his head. "No." They arrived at her door, when he asked in sudden seriousness. "Do you think I need new clothes?"

She shook her head, looking into his honey brown eyes. 'He's so beautiful.' she thought. Aloud, she replied. "I meant what I said earlier. You're perfect."

Staring into her dark eyes, searching for something. He must have found what he was looking for because the next thing she knew, he grabbed her face between his hands and kissed her. She immediately wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him into her.

The kiss went on for what seemed like forever, neither one willing to let go of the other, fearful that if they did, it would break whatever spell that cast over them.

Reluctantly, the need for air became too much and the broke away, panting harshly. Spencer was the first to recover.

"Elle." he strangled out.

She shook her head, putting a finger to his lips. "I don't want to pretend. I want it to be real."

Grinning widely, Spencer replied. "Me too."

They both stood outside the room, smiling brightly, both basking in the new development in their relationship. It felt right, it felt perfect. It felt like nirvana.

******

The End

[moldisgoodforyou]

the one with the motorcycle

warnings: cursing, motorbike accident

gif by @anakin-skywalker​

“do you hear that?” charlie asked grace from her spot on the couch where she’d be all day, nose practically buried in her textbook. the roar of an engine was getting closer and closer, which was a bit concerning considering they lived in a culdesac in a residential neighborhood. 

grace leaned behind her, peeking through the blinds. “oh, shit.” she mumbled, giving a small wave out the window. charlie scrambled up from her seat and did the same, then groaned when she saw the sight before her. “good god.” 

both girls headed out to greet the source of the noise, charlie shaking her head. jj was shaking his hair out as he pulled off his helmet, perched on a beat-up motorcycle. “check it out!” he beamed, gesturing to the bike. 

“this is gonna be a disaster.” charlie muttered to grace and grace cocked her head, looking over jj’s appearance. “I don’t know. throw a leather jacket on him and he could have a cool james dean thing going on. he’s got the hair.” charlie wrinkled her nose. “didn’t james dean die in a car accident?” grace made a small hm noise of agreement and shrugged. 

jj turned off the motorcycle and bounded up the steps, greeting charlie with a kiss on the cheek. “what do you think? charlotte runs well, huh?” 

charlie took a measured breath, still eyeing over the bike with distaste. “jj maybank, please tell me you did not name your motorcycle after me. and secondly, please tell me that is not your motorcycle.” 

he paused, running his hand through his hair as his smile faltered. “well. we can work on the name, I guess. I liked it, anyways.” 

grace snorted and rolled her eyes as she headed inside. “good luck with that, maybank.” 

jj scowled at grace’s back and placed both hands on charlie’s shoulders, forcing her to make eye contact. “come on, pretty girl, you don’t like it?” 

charlie cursed herself for the way the nickname alone could make her melt inside, but tried to keep a strong resolve. “it’s not my favorite thing ever.” 

“c’mere, look.” he dragged her closer and she let him ramble on, pointing out his favorite features, and tried to look as interested as possible. “- and I’ll just have to give it a new paint job, but that’s an easy fix and then she’ll shine -” 

“why is it a she, jj?” charlie interrupted, arms still folded across her chest in apprehension. 

“well it’s -” he hesitated, pondering her question. “I dunno, I guess, just is. it can be gender neutral if that makes you happier? non-binary? no pronouns?” 

she laughed, shaking her head. “I’m more concerned about you getting hurt on this thing, j. it seems risky.” 

“it’s not! I have a helmet and everything. plus I had one in high school, only got scraped up once or twice.” jj mumbled the last part, then extended the helmet to her. “here, let’s go.” 

“let’s - what?! no. I am not getting anywhere near that thing when it’s on.” 

he tried his best to hold back a smile, it coming out as a teasing smirk instead. “why, you scared?” 

charlie rolled her eyes. “yes. very.” 

“c’mon, I’ll drive. you’ll love it, I promise.” 

“well where’s your helmet?” she insisted, eyeing over the bike once again. the leather seat was cracked from wear and the grip on the handlebars was practically falling off. 

“I’ll buy you another one.” he swung his leg over the bike and pulled her close by the hand, reaching up and kissing her forehead before securing the helmet on her head. “okay, you gotta wrap your arms around my waist. and hold on tight.” 

she stayed stiff by the side of the bike. “I don’t know, j...” 

sensing her hesitation, jj pushed up her visor and pressed his forehead to the helmet, taking her hands in his. “would I put you on something if I knew you wouldn’t be safe?”

she huffed, squeezing his hands. “no.” 

“exactly.” he brought one of her hands to his lips and kissed the back of it. “I got you, sweetheart.” 

charlie sighed but got behind him on the bike, arms loosely wrapped around his waist. “you know, if this is just a ploy to be little spoon, we can do that without your death machine.” 

_ 

the next two weeks, jj spent every free opportunity working on the motorcycle. he had bought it used, extremely cheap, and put a lot of love and care into it. charlie didn’t mind that part, watching him work in a dirty cutoff with oil smeared across his cheek. (she called it ‘supervising.’ jj knew better.)

it (no, she did not let jj name the bike charlotte, and instead referred to it as his death trap instead) stayed in the backyard at charlie’s house, with no room for it at the frat house. she still wasn’t a huge fan of it, but after a couple rides and seeing jj’s grin every time he showed it off to someone else, she decided it was worth it for his happiness. 

every time he left the house, showing off as he revved the engine, she tried pushing away thoughts of him getting hit by a car or flung off the bike or something equally terrible. one evening, he had taken the bike out for a ride outside of columbia with a buddy who also owned a motorcycle. he hadn’t rode it past sunset and she was apprehensive, giving him an extra-long kiss before he left. “I’ll be fine, pretty girl,” jj had promised like always. 

the dreaded call came from jj’s number as charlie had been pacing in her room, worried it was later than usual for him to be riding. “j, finally, I was getting -” 

“hey, no, it’s leo. jj’s hurt.” jj’s friend leo interrupted her from the other end of the line. 

“he’s...what?” charlie repeated, slowly. she was frozen in her spot. 

“charlie, listen, we gotta get him to a hospital and we can’t with all of us on bikes. can you drive?” leo asked patiently. 

“fuck, yeah, um, drop me your location. I’ll be there soon. I think. fuck. how close are you? is he conscious? he’s not going to -” she cut herself off, trying to snap out of it. 

“he’s alright, just a little scraped up. but you should probably drive fast.” leo hung up and sent a pin to her phone. 

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” charlie cursed to herself as she ran to the car, hands shaking as she went. she tried her best not to work herself up as she drove but found a few tears running down her cheeks anyways, against her will. 

when she finally arrived in what seemed like ages (but was only twenty minutes out), she pulled up to see jj lying on his side in the grass off the side of the road, leo crouched by him. his helmet was scratched up and laying in the grass. “oh my god.” she breathed out, hurriedly parking the car and running over to him. “what the fuck happened?” she questioned, taking jj’s hand. 

jj groaned as he tried to sit up, pressing his hand to his soaked side. “hi baby.” 

“he took the corner too sharp and fell. I didn’t want to - I think he’s pretty scraped up.” leo pointed at jj’s side. charlie frowned and peeled up jj’s shirt carefully, ignoring his hiss of pain. “holy shit.” she mumbled, seeing his scratched up side and a gash over his hip bone. “is it bad?” jj asked, leaning up to try and see. 

charlie pressed him back down and glanced at leo. “can you help me get him in the car? I don’t think I can manage on my own.” 

“no, I got it, I’m fine -” jj tried, leaning up again. she fixed him with a stare. “don’t you dare.” leo held back a smirk as he easily picked jj up, lifting him into the backseat of charlie’s car. “what about my -” 

“we’ll worry about your bike later. thank you, leo, seriously.” charlie gave him a grateful, albeit watery, smile and started the car, trying her best to ignore her shaky hands. jj lifted his head from his position in the backseat. “where are we going?” 

“hospital, love, you might need stitches. god, I hate that fucking bike.” she took an unsteady breath, trying her best not to cry and freak him out as she drove. he stayed quiet in the backseat, only letting out the occasional groan when they hit a bump in the road. 

after maneuvering him out of the backseat and filling out his information in the waiting room at the hospital, jj was called back pretty quickly. the nurse decided he needed stitches and he pretended it didn’t hurt when she swiped an alcohol pad over his injury, though his grip on charlie’s hand said otherwise. 

a few hours, a slight concussion and some painkillers later, charlie managed to get jj back home and in her bed, carefully tucked in. he was dopey from the painkillers as charlie threaded her fingers through his hair, his head rested in her lap. “m’ sorry, baby.” jj mumbled, eyes fluttering shut as her touch. for the first time since the phone call from leo, she let herself cry, resting her head back against the wall as tears ran down her cheeks. 

“charlie, don’t cry.” he frowned, reaching his hand up and curling it in the hem of her shirt. “I’m not.” she insisted, but her shaky voice betrayed her. “you scared the shit out of me.” 

“I didn’t mean to.” he told her and tugged on her shirt. she took the cue, laying down to his level. charlie rested her hand on his chest, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I know.” 

“you’re gonna make me sell it, aren’t you?” he didn’t sound all that disappointed, more resigned to a fact than anything. 

she laughed quietly for the first time since that afternoon. “first order of business in the morning.” 

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Rocker Girl's Dream

Request: Yes / No Hi Im not sure if you are taking requests but if you are can you please write a Spencer Reid x reader where he says something bad about the reader and he sees that she’s in the room and tries to apologize but won’t let him for a while but ends up forgiving him please and thank @theloner1903​

Requests are closed <3 Have a nice day/night

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Word count: 987

Warnings: A little bit of cursing  

Y/N: Your Name 

A/N: I love the idea of Spencer being with a rocker girl 

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*Spencer’s POV * 

I was eating lunch with JJ, Emily, and Morgan. We were all talking about our personal lives. Everyone was gushing about their significant others, but all I could think of was how irresponsible Y/N was being. 

“So how’s Y/N?” JJ asked. 

“She’s being irresponsible.” I answered with a sigh. 

“Why?” Emily asked confused. 

“She quit her job to do her music full time.” I said rolling my eyes. 

“Really? That’s brave of her.” Morgan said with an impressed smirk. 

“It’s not brave! She’s being stupid! Music is an unstable carree and what if we want to get married and start a family in the future?” I said. 

“Spence…” JJ said looking behind me, but I ignored her. 

“How are we supposed to do anything if she does make it and goes on tour all the time? Which isn’t likely seeing as it’s a-”

“So that’s what you really think…” Y/N voice filled my ears and I turned around with wide eyes. 

“Y/N! I… What are you doing here?” I asked. 

“I came here to surprise you and tell you about how me and the band got a gig this weekend, but seeing as you don’t believe in my dream I think I’ll just be going.” She said and turned on her heel. 

“Y/N wait!” I said rushing after her. She was waiting for the elevator and I grabbed her arm, turning her towards me. 

“What Spencer?” She asked with her arms crossed. She only calls me Spencer when she’s upset with me…

“I’m so sorry, but you know that what you’re doing is risky!” I said and she scoffed. 

“I know the risks Spencer, but I thought you supported my decision! My dream!” She said with a slight glare. 

“I do, but-”

“But nothing! Either you support me or you don’t, and from what I heard you don’t.” She said and the elevator doors opened. 

“Here’s the flyer, but I wouldn’t bother showing up.” She said and then the doors closed. I looked down at the flyer and it said her band was headlining. I sighed and went back to my friends and they looked at me with pity. 

“What’s that?” Morgan asked, pointing at the flyer. 

“It’s a flyer for her show…” I said and showed them. 

“We have off this weekend, what if we all go?” Emily suggested. 

“I don’t think she’ll want me there…” I sighed. 

“Of course she does. It’ll show her you really do support her.” JJ said with a smile and I thought about it. It would show I support her… 

Y/N hadn’t come home, she was really upset with me. I don’t blame her, I’m so stupid… The weekend came and JJ had told the rest of the team. We were all going to the venue together. When we got there, we were so out of place. Y/N’s music was much heavier than what I listened to. She was into punk and rock and roll, so everyone here had a darker style. We all got drinks and waited for the show to start. The first three bands were the openers and I wasn’t a fan. I would much rather be at home with a book and some classical music. But soon Y/N cam on stage dressed in a black corset, leather pants, black heel boots, a leather jacket, skull ring and her nails freshly painted black. 

She started singing right away and it was great seeing her perform, even if I didn’t like the music. Seeing her look so happy and free up on that stage made me realize why she loved this so much. 

“How’s everyone doing tonight!?” She called when she finished the first song. The crowd screamed and she smiled so brightly. She scanned the crowd and our eyes met. I thought she was going to glare at me, but her smile grew. 

“Let’s fucking rock this place!” She shouted and the music for the next song started up. 

“I wanna see you all fucking moving!” She shouted and everyone cheered. 

When she finished her set, her and the band walked off stage. Everyone was just hanging out now. I saw her walked out from behind the stage and a bunch of people started crowding her. She was signing autographs and giving people hugs. After a few minutes she told everyone that she would catch up with them later. She walked over to us and the team quickly walked over to the bar, leaving us alone. 

“You came.” She said and I smiled. 

“I did…” I said and there was a small pause. 

“I’m really sorry Y/N. I know this is your dream and I can see how happy this makes you, but I can’t help but think about the future…” I said with a sigh and she just smiled. 

“I know, I’m sorry I stormed out like that instead of talking to you about it.” She said and I looked at her shocked. She didn’t have any reason to apologize. 

“But I need you to know I don’t want to give up on this. But I also don’t want to give up on us.” She said and I nodded. 

“I don’t want you to give up on your dream. I didn’t understand until I saw you up on that stage.” I said and she smiled. 

“Did you like it?” She asked and I shook my head. 

“Honestly, no. But I did like seeing you so happy.” I answered and she giggled. 

“I knew you wouldn’t like it, so I’m glad the team came with you.” She said looking over at the bar and waving at everyone watching us. 

“Yeah, it’s not my type of music.” I said and she nodded. 

“I know.” She said and kissed me. 

“Thank you for coming anymore.” She said and I smiled back. 

“I’d do anything for you.” I admitted. 

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No Place Like Home Chapter One: Breakfast Time! Edited and Re-Uploaded

A/N: Thank you to everyone who managed to read through it the first time around here is a hopefully better version.

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        Liru finishes setting the food on the table just as the smell of Peach Blossoms and Honey fills her nose, the sound of someone entering the dining room causes her to turn and see freshly showered JJ already dressed for his day.

        “Good-morning Κούπες. I hope you slept well.” She greets as she meets him half-way with a soft kiss.

        “Good-morning our Ψυχή.” His 1920’s British-Irish voice is quiet as he speaks, sleep still lingering with it.

        “It’s pancakes, fruit and sausage for breakfast this morning, I set some honey and whipped cream aside for you.” His eyes light up as he peeks over to the table causing the women to giggle at his adorable reaction.

        “Go sit and eat. I know you need to go to the doctors soon besides I need to go get the others anyway.” He walks over to his spot, an eager skip in his step as she smiles at before leaving following the smell of Mint to Remus’ room humming to herself as she does. She gets to his room and opens the door to see him singing along to the same song she was just humming as he sews some beads that he definitely took from her onto a large piece of fabric.

“I take my pills and I’m happy all the time

I’m happy all the time

I’m happy all the time.”

        Liru looks it over and sees that he’s made a tapestry making what is currently their family as the soul-marks. She could see that the background of the tapestry is her own soulmark, the beads reflecting anything light that shines against them. She looks it over seeing that he was finishing up his own, a black and green crown with black octopus tentacles coming from it wielding a black and emerald green sword crossed with a silver morning star, a perfect replica of the one on the left of his lower back.

“I love my girl but she ain’t worth the price

she ain’t worth the price

no, she ain’t worth the price.”

        He moves away as he finishes sewing in the last bead looking over his handy work as it hangs from the ceiling.

        “So what do you think?” His voice nearly makes her jump and she quickly looks at him seeing that he’s staring at her with his red and green eyes, proud smile on his face making his mustache curve, reminding Liru of the Cheshire cat in a way.

        “It’s beautiful.” She says, unable to keep the slight awe out of her voice even if she wanted to. He left holes in it to fill in as they join our family although there are quite a few she doesn't recognize. He must have seen her eyeing those spots curiously because he speaks up again.

        “Yeah I don’t know either. It just felt right.” She raises an eyebrow at him while he just has a smile on his face.

        “Weirdo.” He lets out a dramatic gasp that she giggles at.

        “Why thank you for noticing.” His voice was just as dramatic as his gasp sending her into a little fit of giggles.

        “Breakfast is ready. It’s pancakes,” He lets out an excited squeal. “with fruit and sausage among various other toppings.” He jumps a bit and goes to bolt out the door.

        “Wait!” She says loudly, making him stop and pout looking at her.

        “What?”

        “Clothes.” She says gesturing to his naked form with a finger. He pouts more before snapping his fingers now wearing ripped black skinny jeans with a pale green tank top, a studded black leather jacket and three inch heeled combat boots.

        “There. Happy now?” He asks, still pouting.

        “Considering you are no longer flashing me and will not flash anyone else, yes I am. The fact that I’m pretty sure you’re commando, not so much.” He throws his head back laughing as he walks over and messing up her hair. She swats his hand away making him laugh more.

        “You know it!” He yells and goes to run to the dining room.

        “Don’t start a food fight either. JJ has a doctors appointment after breakfast.” He just rolls his eyes before speaking.

        “I don’t understand why he needs to go to a doctor to confirm he’s pregnant, he already knows he is.”

        “You know he enjoys the novelty of doing human things.” She reminds him, although she doubts he needs it.

        “Sounds like a waste of time to me.” He remarked, a small laugh in his voice as he began to walk.

        “He’s the master of time Green Bean, he has nothing but time.” He just laughs before running off to the dining room. She lets out a small snort at her brother's antics before going to get the others and along the way she runs into Emile already dressed for the day and walking to the dining room.

        “Heya mom.” he greets enthusiastically, obviously excited about something if the smell of French Toast radiating from him is anything to go by.

        “Hey sweetie, you going somewhere today?” She can’t help but ask as he bounces on the balls of his feet as his reddish purple hair bounces with him just barely falling above his gold ringed plum eyes that are shining with excitement.

        “Yep! I convinced the others to go shopping with me today in New York City.” He’s obviously excited as his skin reflects the light a bit in a swirl of pastel blue and pink.

        “Oh good! It’s about time you guys went out together. And if you need anything JJ, Remus and Remy will be there as well. Although I think it would be best if you just called, your brother JJ shouldn’t be doing anything stressful and Remus is too much of a wild card and draws too much attention.” He smiles widely at the news that more of them will be there having fun.

        “Finally, I’ve been trying to get them to do something other than hide in the castle.”

        “Manor.” She reminds him

        “At this size it might as well be a castle.” His voice is still as excited as before as he continues to bounce on the balls of his feet and it makes Liru smile seeing one of her kids so excited for the day.

        “Well breakfast is ready, it’s pancakes, fruit and sausage.” She tells him as she moves out of his way.

        “Delicious.” He beams as he continues his trek to the dining room while Liru resumes her search for the rest of her children and husbands. She knows three are close, Two husbands and a child if the smell of Leather, Pine Needles and Iced Caramel Coffee, Yancy, Anti and Remy, is anything to go by. She walks into one of the living rooms and hears the familiar sound of Steven Universe playing as she looks over and sees Remy asleep in a love seat while Anti was asleep on top of Yancy who was asleep with his arms wrapped around Anti while they were sprawled across a couch snoring softly.

        Liru walks over to Remy, grabbing his sunglasses from the side table and gently patting his cheek.

        “It’s time to wake up Cub, breakfast is ready.” He stirs slightly before relaxing again. She pat his cheek again and he stirs again before yawning, showing off his wolf like teeth before he opens his golden eyes blinking the sleep from them as he looks up at her.

        “Good-morning sweetheart.” Liru greets her child as he sits up, stretching with his honey brown tail stretching with him, his ears flattening against his head as he yawns before relaxing and the tail disappears and his ears turn into human ones that are covered by his honey brown hair. She hands him his glasses and he takes them with a quiet “Thank you,” before he puts them on. He takes a deep breath before making a ‘mmm’ sound.

        “Pancakes and sausage.” He says getting up stretching more and popping his back and neck a bit before grabbing his leather jacket and throwing it on, his outfit changing to a darker pair of jeans and black shirt that says ‘Move I’m Gay’.

        “And fruit.” She reminds him as he puts on his sneakers, hoping a little as he does so while not making a sound.

        “Just because it’s not in a pie or a drink doesn’t mean you aren’t eating it.” He groans a bit.

        “Beside I got you some Oregon Blackberries anyway.” He perks up at that.

        “So you better hurry before Remus gets it.” His lip purse in annoyance as he manages to get his other shoe on.

        “He knows I’m not afraid to shoot a bitch.” His tone is sassy with a little bit of sleep left over in his voice.

        “And you know that won’t do anything to him.”

        “It’s the message that counts Momma.” He reminds her, obviously remembering the time she threw someone out the window into a pool rather than concentrate. Granted she had been aiming for the concrete but the bastard disappeared after that so he was no longer a problem.

        “Just go and eat. You're going to be around a lot of people today so you need the energy.” He nods a bit before leaving to go to the dining room as she turns her attention to the still sleep Yancy and Anti on the couch. She walks over, turning off the T.V. as she does, before shaking them both lightly, keeping her voice soft as she does.

        “It’s time to wake up Loves.” They both groan as Yancy buries his face into Anti’s green hair while Anti buries his face into Yancy’s shirt.

        “Come one my Αγγελος Incarnation.” She says teasingly as Yancy’s deep purple eyes snap open, staring up at her annoyed at the pun while Anti bursts into a fit of giggles.

        “I want a divorce.” Yancy says in a deadpan voice sending Anti into even more giggles.

        “I get Anti. He knows a good pun when he hears one.” She giggles out, making Anti giggle harder as he looks up at them. His giggling subsides as he has a tired but happy smile on his face.

        “Mornin’ Dolls.” Yancy yawns out as she leans over giving Anti a deep kiss that he returns a bit sleepily.

        “Nice view.” Yancy says which causes her to reach a hand down and smack causing him to laugh while she pulls Anti deeper into the kiss who just seems to melt into it.

        “Alright, alright no makin’ out on me without me.” he says, making both her and Anti giggle as they pull away from each other. Yancy brings one hand up pulling Liru down to him and gives her a kiss. She gladly reciprocates it before he pulls away and gives a deep kiss that the green haired man gladly returns the kiss before they pull away, Yancy sitting up making Anti sit up as well.

        “It’s Pancakes,” Anti perks up excitedly, “fruit and sausage for breakfast.” Anti gets up quickly giving both Yancy and Liru quick cheek kisses before bolting out the room while yelling.

        “I’ll see you in a few!” And rushing towards the dining room leaving her and Yancy behind with our amusement. She looks at Yancy who is watching where Anti left fondly before looking over at her and she can see him trying to hide the sadness in his eyes, although the plants in the room were beginning to droop proving that something was wrong.

        “That memory again?" His eyes flicker to the floor before nodding a bit as he swallows harshly. She sighs and bends down pulling him into a hug which he quickly reciprocates.

        “You know I’m here when you need to talk to someone. We all are.” He nods slightly as he leans his head against her shoulder.

        “I know.” His voice is quiet, cracking just a bit.

        “I know it’s just…”

        “I know sweetheart, believe me I know.” She keeps her voice soft as he takes a shaky breath. He pulls away and wipes his eyes quickly obviously trying to hide the fact he was about to cry. She looks at him a bit sadly before he stands and she gives him a quick kiss.

        “Go eat Stripes, I need to get the others.” He laughs a little before asking,

        “Who’s left?”

        “Illi, Dark, Wil and all the kids minus Remy and Emile.” He laughs a bit more before giving her a peck on the cheek.

        “Good luck Doll. I’ll see you at breakfast.” he says before leaving the room. She looks around the room before singing softly,

“I take my pills and I’m happy all the time

I’m happy all the time

I’m happy all the time

I love my girl but she ain’t worth the price

she ain’t worth the price

no, she ain’t worth the price.”

        The plants in the room return to their normal perky state even if they are a bit bigger than before Yancy’s nightmare but they still stand tall again. She leaves the living area bouncing a little as she walks, humming the song again. She approaches the game room which is filled with the smells of Freshly Fallen Snow, Robbie, a Burning Candle, Yan, A Grassy field in the summer, Sammi, Dark Raspberry Chocolate, Kira, Spiced Rum, Oliva, and Freshly Cut Grass in the Spring, Jamie. 

        She can hear both Sammi and Yan shouting and the sound of the joy sticks hitting against the boundaries rather harshly. Sighing exasperatedly she enters the room to see Yan sitting on Kira’s lap, both of them playing just as violently as Sammi who is on the floor next to them shouting at the game. Looking at the T.V. Liru can see that they were playing Super Smash Bros. Ultimate. How they got Kira to play is beyond her.

        She looks over to the couches and sees Robbie draped over a love seat while reading a book, by the looks of it it’s Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Oliva and Jamie sitting on the couch with controllers in their hands as they both violently press buttons their tongues sticking out of the corner of their mouths as they focus on the game. She sighs again just as Yan lets out a victorious shout as the game flashes her character, Mewtwo, on the screen.

        “Well if you're quite done,” They all jump, heads snapping towards her from where she stands in the doorway. “it’s time for breakfast.” Sammi looks confused as she asks,

        “Wait. What time is it?” She groans rubbing the bridge of her nose before answering,

        “9:37 currently.” They all simultaneously make ‘Oh shit’ faces confirming the mother’s suspicions of them being up all night. She rubs my face in concern and annoyance.

        “You guys are lucky you don’t need to sleep often.” Sammi, Yan and Jamie grin sheepishly while Robbie, Oliva and Kira refuse to make eye contact. She sighs again, exasperated.

        “Come on you guys turn it off and get to breakfast.” Sammi gets up and turns the console and T.V. off as the others get up from their spots, Yan lets out a loud squeal as Kira, their wife, picks them up in a bridal carry, spinning a little eliciting a louder squeal from them.

        “Kira! Stop it, put me down!” Kira just lets out a small laugh as she stops spinning but doesn’t put them down. Liru moves out of the door as she quickly walks past with a quick “See you at breakfast!” while Yan just yells and protests to being held with no real fire. The others snicker and laugh at Yan’s fading, verbal pouting as they all shuffle out of the rooms giving me quick hugs that Liru gladly returns as they leave the room with variations “See you at breakfast, mom!”.

        She looks around the room one last time before sighing and with a wave of her hand the mess they left behind disappeared. She leaves and walks to Illinois’ room knowing he was probably examining one of the artifacts she kept in the basement. Sure enough, when she walks into his room, he’s passed out at his desk, a golden dagger with a diamond hilt that had been carved into a skeleton lays on his desk. A closer look at you could see that it had the name ‘Mori’.

        ‘Oh.’ He must have looked in her room. Mori is one of her reapers, she gave Liru her dagger to be able to contact her if need be. She gently shake his shoulder leaning over and whispering in his ear,

        “Time to wake up Simia, it’s time for breakfast.” He moans in protest as she gently pulls him back so he is sitting up.

        “Oh don’t whine at me, you know very well that you needed to sleep last night.” He groans opening his honey eyes as he pouts a little. She smiles softly in response.

        “Come on Simia, you need to get up and eat.” He yawns loudly and slowly gets up and she reaches over grabbing the dagger.

        “And,” She says, gently booping his nose. “don’t take my shit.” He looks confused before seeing the dagger in her hand and his face flushes a bright red.

        “S-Sorry Love.” He stutters out obviously embarrassed about getting caught.

        “It’s alright Simia, now get to breakfast. You said you were dragging Yancy to the museum today anyway.” She boops his nose again before giving him a quick kiss.

        “Alright then Sweetheart, I'll see you at breakfast.” He gives her a kiss on the cheek before walking out, yawning a little as he does and Liru smiles a little before looking down at the dagger. She frowns a bit frown a bit as I look it over noticing that even after ninety years, I could still smell the faint scent of Cold Bubble Gum Ice Cream on a summer’s day after 90 or so years. She grips it tightly remembering when she first gave it to Ethan, and remembering when she took it off his corpse.

        She feels a jolt of… something, she’s not sure what, rush over her and it nearly knocks her off her feet before she steadies herself. She looks down at the dagger before sending it to a small pocket dimension for the time being before leaving Illinois’ room and going towards Dark’s, knowing Wilford was there as well if the smell of Bubblegum Liquor with Dark’s Salt Water Taffy is anything to go by.

        Just as she approaches the room both Dark and Wilford exit, Wilford babbling away about something while Dark tries his best to not look amused. They both noticed Liru almost immediately with Dark smiling softly while Wilford visibly perks up more than he was.

        “Sugarplum!” Wilford shouts excitedly as he jogs over, Dark right behind him.

        “Good morning my Loves.” She greets them both with kisses and hugs which they both return.

        “Good morning My Dear.”

        “Mornin’ Sugarplum!”

        “Breakfast is ready, I was just coming to get you guys. It’s pancakes, sausage and fruit.”

        “That sounds-” Dark gets cut off by Wilford shouting.

        “Delicious!” She just laughs as Dark just sighs at Wil’s antics.

        “Yes it does, now let's go eat.” The three of them walk to the dining room getting there just as JJ is leaving. He sees the three of them and smiles brightly walking over quickly and Wilford scoops him up in a big hug thankfully not a tight one before setting him down beaming at him.

        “Mornin’ JJ!” The Pink mustached ‘man’ greeted happily.

        “Good-Morning Wil.” JJ greets back, a smile on his face.

        “Where are ya goin’?” Wilford asks, a confused look on his face. And before JJ could answer back a loud crash from the dining room catches our attention, quickly followed by Yan and Sammi shouting at each other, most likely over who got the most wins in their game. Dark sighs in annoyance besides her while Wilford just looks towards the doorway, his eyebrows raised in mild surprise, obviously not expecting them to start arguing about something like that this early. Thankfully though Anti and Yancy seem to quickly get it under control before they could throw anything else at each other.

        “You two should go and sit down before anymore fighting breaks out and there’s glass in the food.” I inform them, and they both nod in agreement, Wil letting out a small chuckle before he gives JJ a quick kiss on the cheek before walking into the dining room, a small skip in his step. Dark gives JJ a slight nod as he walks past him which JJ returns before he disappears into the dining room greeting the others as he does.

        She goes and pulls JJ close and enjoys the warm feeling his smile brings before though she can’t stop the chuckle that leaves her when he stands on his tiptoes to give her a kiss she gladly returns leaning down for him. She reaches up cupping his cheeks gently before they pull away a jovial smile on both of their faces.

        “I love you, My Κούπες.” Her voice is a soft but loving whisper as she tells him, enjoying watching his cheeks become a little pink as he smiles.

        “I love you too, Our Ψυχή.” His voice is just as soft and loving while he whispers back and a dopey grin spreads across her face at the words and it sends him into a small fit of laughter.

        “Be safe darling, make sure not to attract attention.”

        “Aren’t I always?” She snorts, he is absolutely not. He attempts to pout but his face quickly pulls into another smile as she fixes his slightly crooked bow-tie.

        “I will don’t worry.”

        “You know that's never gonna happen Dear.” He rolls his eyes playfully and jumps a little to give her a quick kiss on the cheek.

        “Alright, I need to go or i’m gonna be late, bye Love.” 

        “Goodbye, I’ll see you later.” He gives her a slight wave as he leaves and she turns walking into the dining room where Liru sees Emile explaining to Kira why she doesn’t need to worry about clothes not fitting her while the others chat idly with each other, Yan and Sammi still shooting playfully challenging looks to each other from across the table. She smiles to herself as she goes and sits in her spot between Yan and Robbie thinking to herself.

        ‘Today is gonna be a good day.’

Translations:

Greek ones courtesy of @antis-gauge

Κούπες = Heart

Ψυχή = Soul

Simia = Monkey

Tip: The reason she calls Anti and Yancy Αγγελος Incarnation together is because She calls Anti, Άγγελος and Yancy’s soulmark on his romantic Soulmates is a Red Carnation.

Red carnation symbolizes love, pride and admiration.

She calls Illinois Simia/Monkey because he climbs everything.

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