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His Girl

Relationship: Luke Alvez x Reader

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Suggestive Themes

Word Count: 1,095

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Summary: When Luke speaks about his girl, people assume now that he is talking about Roxy. Although he does love his dog, he is not speaking about her.

“What are your plans for the weekend, Alvez?” Jennifer called out to her teammate who was packing up his effects.

“Just hanging out with my girl. Gonna take it easy the whole weekend.” He replied with a big smile on his face.

“Ah, date night with Roxy. Sounds like a dream.” She teased, beginning to pack up her own things.

“Yeah. Date night with the girl.” Luke reiterated; his mind wandered for a minute.

“Oh, big night I’m assuming?” JJ asked, stopping her movements for a bit.

“Not really. It’s just the first time we’ve been able to have a night to ourselves in a while.” He said, drumming his fingers against the desk.

“Who’s having a date night? What’s going on?” Garcia asked, coming around the corner with Rossi.

“Luke is apparently planning a big date night with Roxy.” JJ teased again, to which the man chuckled once more.

“Listen, tomorrow night. Dinner at my place. Spouses welcome for a family.” Rossi stated, looking towards everyone.

“Mind if I bring my girl?” Luke asked, whipping his phone out and beginning to type.

“As much as I love Roxy, we’re having a dog free dinner.” Rossi shot back, and Luke typed out a message before pocketing his phone.

“Understood. Text the details, but I’ve gotta get going before I get in trouble.” Luke bid them goodbye, and left the building. As soon as he got into his car, his phone rang.

“Hey, pretty lady. Yes, I’m leaving now. Yeah I can pick up some takeout. Whatcha want? Mexican? Alright, whatever my girl wants. Be home soon.” He hung up, and began to drive. All he could think about was getting home to his girl. The time getting the food was spent daydreaming about that evening. Arriving home, Luke poked his head around trying to find a sign of life.

“Baby? Anybody home?” He called out, looking around as he entered the apartment. The sound of nails clicking on the floor alerted him to his dog coming to see his owner.

“Roxy! Hey girl, where’s your mom, huh?” He asked, giving her lots of scratches around her face, ears, and chin. Footsteps followed the same path the Sheppard was just walking to the excited sound of a woman.

“Baby, you’re home!” Luke poked his head up and found just who he was looking for.

“Hey sweetheart.” He stood and opened his arms, to which she launched herself into happily. Luke picked her up by the backs of her thighs and walked them over to the counter to set down the food and his girlfriend. Pulling away just a little, he stood very close to her and shared a sweet kiss.

“I have missed you.” He whispered, ducking his head into the crook of her neck.

“I missed you too baby. How was your day?” She asked, stroking a hand through his curls.

“Good. Just a paperwork day. Listen,” he pulled away a little bit more, “there’s a dinner tomorrow night. Family BAU night, spouses included. I want you to meet my team tomorrow night.”

“Okay. Yeah, let’s do it. You got dinner for tonight though, right?” She asked, patting his chest. Luke chuckled and pulled away, and tapped the styrofoam boxes next to them.

“Right here, my lady.” He replied, feeling a chuckle bubble to the surface as he pressed another kiss to her lips.

“Well, let’s have dinner and I’ll show you how excited I am to meet your team finally.” She trailed a hand over his chest, and leaned into her lover.

“Ooo, I love the sound of that.” Luke responded, bringing her in for another kiss.

The next evening, everyone was gathered around the dinner table. They were just waiting on Luke to arrive, and talking about it in the meantime.

“So do you think that Luke is gonna bring Roxy? Cause I’m totally okay with that, even if Rossi is not.” Garcia gushed with a glass of wine in hand.

“Who knows? I mean, that is the only female Luke has ever mentioned in his life.” Spencer piped up with his own glass of wine.

“I know, but like Rossi said no dogs and I kind of want a Roxy exception to that.” Garcia commented. Just then, a pick up truck pulled into the spacious driveway of David’s house. They waited for the man to walk through the house and come into the backyard. Everyone turned to face the door to the house from the backyard,and watched as a man and a woman walked through that door.

“Who is that?” Garcia asked with her voice squeaking.

“Hey everybody.” Luke chimed in, walking with a hand on the woman’s back.

“Welcome. Who is this lovely lady?” David walked up to the couple, and brought the man in for a hug. She provided her name while shaking hands with the agent.

“It’s so lovely to meet everyone finally.” She stated, scanning her eyes over the rest of agents around the tables.

“Well, Bella, we are oh so excited to meet you. Come and sit.” Rossi held out his arm, looped hers through it, and led her over to the table. Luke chuckled as he shook his head and walked over to the table as well. Making her rounds of introductions, she learned each one of the other agents names while giving them her own. Luke pulled out her seat and made sure she was settled before moving on to getting into his own.

“So you’re with Alvez? I mean, how does he land someone like you?” Penelope asked, absolutely floored by the woman before her. She laughed as she held hands with her boyfriend underneath the table.

“Yes, we’re together. Um, well we met in a dog friendly bookstore. It had a little coffee shop attached and that’s where Roxy came up to me. She introduced me to her dad, and that was that.” She explained, looking over at her lover with a gleam in her eyes.

“Oh, that is straight out of a romance novel.” Tara piped in with, sipping her wine.

“It kind of was. I was shocked to find my dream girl in the middle of Barks and Books. But here we are.” Luke proclaimed, gazing right back at his girlfriend. Rossi raised his glass, leading the whole team in a toast.

“To the happy couple we did not know was here the whole time.” Glasses clinked, and cheers were started all around the table. Sips were taken, and Luke was glad that his team could finally meet his girl.

[five-bi-five-mind]

"pulling your lover closer by the waistband." With JJ?

Breakfast

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x fem!reader

Words: 1.1k+

Genre: Fluff

Summary: A short fic/drabble of what it's like when you try to surprise your wife with breakfast in the morning.

Warnings: alludes to smut, but really just fades to black.

A/N: Super short little fluff drabble for you, anon, while I try to get some bigger fics finished in the meantime!

(gif not mine; credit to creator)

“Hey hey hey!” You exclaim with a giggle. “Careful, you’re going to make me drop something.” 

You currently had your hands full, facing the counter as you mixed with one hand and clutched a bowl full of blueberry muffin batter in the other. It was a beautiful Sunday morning and the first thing you did when you got out of bed was throw some clothes on and prepare to surprise your wife with some breakfast. 

Only, you thought you were being sneaky and quiet, but really she was more successful than you were. You didn’t even realize she was awake when she tiptoed into the kitchen. But then you had felt two hands move around your waist and a chin rest on your shoulder and now here you were struggling to keep the bowl of muffin mix from tipping over. 

JJ didn’t even acknowledge your protests before she started placing feather light kisses against the side of your neck. 

“JJ seriously,” You definitely didn’t sound very serious or convincing with the attention she was giving your neck. “I’m going to spill something.”

“Hm,” She hummed against your skin. “Then maybe you should put the bowl down…” You’d be lying if you said that wasn’t incredibly tempting, but you had a goal to achieve and that was making your perfect wife a perfect breakfast to show her just how much she means to you. JJ was constantly going above and beyond to show her love for you. You lost count of how many days you’d come home to a pleasant, thoughtful surprise left for you by your wife. This was something small, a well planned breakfast to start JJ’s day, but it was still something you were determined to give her. But now her hands are sliding down your arms to meet yours and you know the minute she gets you to put down that bowl your plans for a cute breakfast with your favorite person will be long gone.

 “Come on,” She whispered in your ear, causing you to clutch onto your mixing spoon until your knuckles turned white. “Just set it down for a minute. The food can wait.” 

You shook your head, desperately trying to stand your ground. Somehow, you managed to wiggle your way out of her arms before her hands could meet yours and put the bowl down for you. With speed and surprising grace you managed to cross your kitchen, this time facing your wife and watching her every move, making sure she couldn’t sneak attack you and distract you from your personal mission. 

JJ just turned so she could lean against the counter with her arms folded across her chest. She looked amused, like she knew you were two seconds away from cracking and letting her pull you right back into your bedroom. The smirk on her face had you rolling your eyes as you continued to furiously mix the ingredients in the bowl.

“You’re so cute when you’re like this,” JJ chuckled as she watched you continue to scurry around the kitchen to find and fill a muffin pan with what you had just mixed.

“Like what?” You scoffed as you filled each individual tin. “All I’m doing is trying to prepare my wife a nice breakfast.” Your back was turned away from her for one minute as you moved to the oven. 

“Like you think you’ll get away that easily.” And before you could even realize, the minute your hands were free again and you turned back around from the oven, JJ was right in front of you. Hands sliding around your waist this time, she pulled you closer until you were pressed completely against her. You couldn’t stop her if you wanted to, you were putty in her hands. She just shot you the biggest, most triumphant grin before leaning in and kissing your nose, then each cheek, then finally your lips. Your hands ended up landing on either of her shoulders and you found yourself pulling her closer by the straps of the tank top she was wearing the minute her lips met yours. 

“How long do those take to bake?” JJ mumbled against your lips, before kissing you again.

“Mm.. I don’t know…” you managed between your wife’s kisses. “Fifteen minutes, I think…” 

“Plenty of time,” JJ whispered against your lips. You felt JJ’s hands slip into the belt loops of your jeans and suddenly you felt yourself being pulled as JJ walked backward towards the exit of the kitchen. For a moment you lost yourself in your wife. JJ’s lips were still on yours, her tongue slightly peaking out to trace your bottom lip as she continued to kiss you. You were totally distracted until JJ’s back hit the doorframe, clearly misjudging where she was going as she tried to walk you out the kitchen. 

“Hey hey no,” You managed to pull away from her, if only for a second. “We’ll burn the house down.”

JJ just grinned and repositioned herself so she could keep pulling you out of the kitchen. Your hands that were still resting on her shoulders were now trying to push to stop her, but your heart still wasn’t in it so, if she noticed your protests, she didn’t care to acknowledge it. 

“JJ…” you warned again. 

“Shhh shhh,” Her hands that were still pulling at your belt loops moved now to slip into each of yours. “It doesn’t even matter. I turned the oven off when you weren’t look.” 

“How did you…” Your mind was trying to figure out when she had time to slip past you and turn off the oven. As you keep trying to run a play by play through your mind, you let JJ continue to pull you towards your bedroom. “Why did you ask about the bake time?”

“I guess you were just distracted… and we’ll probably be pretty hungry after. I wanted to know how long it would take.,” JJ’s grin widened as she watched your confusion. What you hadn’t realized is that before JJ even approached you, she turned off the oven that you had preheating. You begin to protest again, but before you can get a word out of your mouth JJ stops you short. “The food will be fine, it can wait… I would much rather eat something else first.” 

“Oh…” Was all you managed. The line would’ve had you rolling your eyes if it were anyone else, but the way JJ’s tone shifted along with the way she was now staring at you. Yeah… Okay, maybe breakfast can wait.You’ll make it up to JJ  later. After all, who were you to deny her when your one goal was to give your wife a nice, romantic breakfast?

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7 times they were better parents to Tony than Howard was | Agent Carter Fanfic

~ In other words, Elizabeth Stark and Jason Underwood being an married couple for 5 minutes straight

Pairing: Jason Underwood & Elizabeth Stark

Character mentioned/included: Tony Stark, Howard Stark, Maria Stark, Edwin Jarvis & Ana Jarvis, Hank Pym, The Avengers & Young Avengers, Peggy Carter, Nick Fury, Alexander Pierce, Justin Hammer and etc

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe -> Agent Carter, Iron Man 1-3, Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Avengers Age Of Ultron

Summary: Sometimes the best things in life happen when you least expect, such as becoming loving parental figures to a billionaire genius with a cheeky grin.

Note: Jason’s nickname is JJ and Elizabeth’s nickname is Liz

Ship Name: JALIZZY

Slight Warning: A bit of angst but mostly fluff

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Both were asleep in bed, when little 7 year old Tony walked into the bedroom and climbing into their bed.

Jason woke up first rubbing his eyes and sighed, "Bubba what you doing? We built you a new big boy bed last week.."

"Bad dream.." Said little Tony balling up his fist and getting under the covers, "..and Daddy is out."

"Oh right Momma visiting Aunt Peg for the week.."

"I'm sorry..c-can I stay?"

That moment Elizabeth woke up ruffling her nephew's bed head and yawned, "Sure, Bambino. But you wanna talk about the bad dream first?"

Tony looked down holding his teddy bear and mumbled, "I was in a dark and scary cave with a dragon..and I could not fight him, I was running but there no way to go.."

"Aww sweetie, look it's okay not every dream is gonna be a good one but you're okay. Everything is okay, you hear me?"

" I know..it's okay, b-but I was lost and scared..I did not save the princess..I fail.."

"Oh no sweetie, you didn't fail anyone. It was just a bad dream, there are no dragons here to hurt you."

"But the princess?"

"Maybe you will save her in the next dream."

Jason added with a tired smile, "Or maybe the princess already saved herself? Like auntie Lizzie or auntie Peg. And she's now waiting for you in the dream."

"Really?" Tony asked with a small smile.

"Yeah, sometimes it's the little prince that needs to go on journey to find the princess waiting for him in the end."

"Okay, I am ready to sleep now..and meet the princess."

"Out of curiosity, who was the princess?"

"Her name was Molly."

"Ohh nice name."

Elizabeth cut in with a chuckle, "Yeah very nice! Now we can please go to sleep and save the kingdom tonight in this dream?"

The boys nodded with a smile, cuddling up in bed with the lady of the house.

------

Elizabeth blowing raspberries on Tony's tummy as his giggles filled up the house with laughter. Jason was building up rocking chair in the living room and walked into the kitchen.

Jarvis was making lunch for them.

"Hey babe." He said with a smile, kissing her forehead then gave his nephew one on the cheek.

"Hi dear." She replied with a smile bouncing their nephew in her lap who giggled brightly.

It was a running gag but a sweet one calling each other pet names since the day they met. It went beyond, just them calling each other nicknames Jason called Jarvis's wife, Ana, honey and doll all the time as a term of endearment.

"JJ!" Tony yelled in glee with a toothy grin, as both adults looked their eyes at his silliness.

Something that would carry on once Tony is older is that silly toothy grin of his, no matter what the situation is. Especially his giggles.

Jarvis set the table for them, as Jason rushed over to help him and cutting Elizabeth's food into smaller sizes. Ana joined them soon enough watching all of this in curiosity. However, it confused the British man, once they all sat down to eat.

"Why does Jason need to cut your food, Miss Stark?" Jarvis asked them as he ate.

"Just watch, dear." Ana added, curious knowing she will get an answer.

With Tony's booster seat resting between them. Ana grabs a glass of wine and sits next to her husband. Looking at the kid who are begin to eat but what caught Jarvis's eye was Tony’s other hand gripping Elizabeth’s left hand in a tight grip.

"Aww how adorable." Ana said with a smile eating her chicken.

"It is indeed but what exactly is happening? I might need an explanation." Jarvis questioned with a smile.

"Tony had this new habit where he only can eat if he holds Elizabeth or Maria’s hand. It started a few days ago." Jason explained chuckling as he ate.

"I don't mind it. It keeps him relaxed and allows me to make sure he's doing alright while eating." Elizabeth replied eating with her other hand.

"What happens if you remove your hand?" Ana asked, in love with the way Tony's happily eating.

Elizabeth lets go of Tony's hand and all of them looking at the youngest Stark who started fusing while chewing a piece of meat, one hand starts waving asking for his auntie’s hand.

Elizabeth just let Tony wrap his fingers with her own in the meantime as Ana chuckled and Jarvis snorted with a smile.

"Howard tried it yesterday, removing Tony's hand away from Maria and he just cried. Not pretty." Jason added chuckling.

"It was hilarious!" Elizabeth told them as she snickered, "My brother promised to let him sleep with their room last night, if he stopped. Howard was third wheeling."

------

“Will you please go to sleep now? You're a growing boy, come on please do it Uncle JJ.” Jason sighed and rubbed his own face with his palm.

“No way.” Tony runs “I wan Liz…”

“I give up.” Jason buried his face in the kid’s bed

Jason finally gets up and walks to the living room where his best girl is reading something from her notebook. Watching Tony just dive to her lap startling the woman.

“What the-?” Elizabeth jumped out of reflex “I-shouldn’t you be in bed and counting sheep?”

“I’m not sleepy.” Tony shakes his head.

“Well, I am.” Jason sighed and sat next to Elizabeth looking into her eyes hoping she understood the silent help signal, "No more kids, one is enough.."

That was when Hank Pym called as Elizabeth put him on the speaker and started talking with him as she tried to put her kid to sleep.

"Lizzie is this a bad time?" Hank asked while on the phone, hearing Tony mumbling in the background and Jason's voice muttering something.

"No, Hankie it's fine. Someone's allergic to sleep just like his father, I'll pay you 500 bucks if you can get him to sleep." Elizabeth replied jokingly.

"I'll see what I can do. Do you remember the equation use for invention you and Howard were making?"

"Actually, yeah I do. The one for that android prototype? Yeah I do."

"Good because I thinking we can use for this new formula I was creating."

Both scientists go to work, talking with the equipment and possible new investments they would make that month to present to the others. Laughing and gushing about their week as well.

Jason was napping when he was accidentally smack on the shoulder due to Elizabeth's excitement how on they can improve the formula for the shrink ray.

"Ow!" He shouted softly, being woken up.

"Oh, sorry JJ. I was just, you know." She replied trying to explain with a chuckle.

"I know let me take this little guy off your hands."

"Alright."

Both expected to find Tony still awake on his auntie's lap but he nodding off as they spoke. They chuckled quietly thanking Hank's believing their science talk tired him out or something.

He picked him up as Tony's head rested on his shoulder, his eyes were trying to stay open as he mumbled, "I'm not tired...no sleepy.."

"Oh yes you are, Bubba. Very sleepy." Jason said with a soft chuckle with sighed, "Say night night."

Elizabeth stood up cupping his little face mumbling sweet nothing into his ears as Tony hummed a soft, "..night night."

"Night, my little star." She replied with a soft smile, deciding to help tuck him in.

They tucked in their little boy, turning on the recording on Maria Stark's gentle singing voice as background noise for Tony.

Moments like that, they both wished Howard and Maria were not busy sometimes but they're more than happy to raise the little guy instead.

----

As much as he is their little boy, he is Howard's son and that being said he was a little rebellious at time. Especially in his early teens and his years as an adult..

"Anthony Edward Stark, where the hell you think your going?" Elizabeth asked with her arms crossed and tapped her foot with a glare.

"Out!" Repiled Tony, who was 12 years old at this point with a classic smirk.

"It's Monday afternoon on a school night!"

"So?"

"So you're not heading out to whatever your heading off to! I don't care what it is, Friday it's another thing, I allow it. But Monday, hell no!"

"You're not dad, auntie Liz!"

"And thank god I ain't. Be lucky it ain't Peggy either, why do you want to head out anyway? To act cool with your friends?"

Tony sighed in defeat dramatically dropping the smirk and crossed his arms, "Well no shit. All my friends are doing it."

Jason stepped in after returning home from an getting supplies hearing his nephew, "Please tell you didn't just curse in front of your aunt."

"I just said 'shit'! Relax.." Tony replied with a sigh thinking of something knowing who's the softer parent, "And aunt Liz won't let me go out."

"First off no cursing at your aunt. And second, out where?"

"An party..all my friends will be there!"

"Is it on Friday?"

"Yup! It's on Friday, it's a small party."

Elizabeth scoffed, "No! It's tonight, an silly little stupid party with his friends doing god knows what. God knows if the parents will be there!"

"She's lying! She doesn't want me to have fun this week and stay stuck in this house, only invite to Rhodey or something." Tony shouted.

"Enough!" Jason yelled raising his voice, "I know she ain't lying and that you're the one who is actually lying. You know the rules Tony, no parties or anything on school night like Monday. And something tells me those kids parents don't know they're going to that party."

"B-but that's not fair! I should be allow to go." Tony yelled.

"No you shouldn't and it is fair, she’s saving you for tomorrow. She knows that something off is going on if it's on a Monday, simple as that. Doesn't that sound a little weird to you?"

"...yeah..it does."

"We will talk about this later."

A few more words were said before Tony left to the living room. Liz was pissed off and so was Jason.

He sighed and told her, "You were doing the right thing."

"I know.." She sighed, "I know. I'm just trying to protect him. Something tells me this won't be the last argument."

"Cause it won't. But we just try to lead him down the right path.."

"You got that right. Protecting him and all that.."

----

Road trips with the three of them tend to be something else. Tony always making himself known with questions, annoying them on purpose and snickering afterwards.

"Where we going?" Tony asked in the backseat, playing with his jacket zipper.

"To meet Peggy and your parents in San Diego." Elizabeth replied like it was obvious with a smile.

"And why are you driving?"

"Because your uncle JJ has a bad history with driving."

Jason perked up, "I'm right here, you know?!

Tony snorted, "Okay what time we get there?"

"Midnight." Elizabeth said with sigh.

"What happens at midnight?"

"You're bedtime."

"Can I drive?"

Both shouted at the same time, "No!"

That resulted in Tony laughing at their response as both parents chuckled at his ridiculous way to make times like that a joke or two.

---

Sometimes Elizabeth tends to become a mama bear, as if she isn't already. Like when Tony started dating, Howard rolled his eyes chuckling at his sister and Maria gushed hoping her boy enjoys the dating scene.

Elizabeth on the other hand, she was so excited and sat beside Jason one afternoon while he was reading. He was reading a classic children's' book from the shelfs, 'The Giving Tree' when Elizabeth came with a grin.

"Yes my darling?" He asked looking up from the book with a laugh.

"Tony got a date!" She repiled with a smile.

"With who? I mean I'm not surprise our kid has been a cheeky little guy since the age of 3."

"You know that day Howard took Tony down to that event in Chicago? Well there was this nice girl there with her mother, Tony sneaked off to see her and now they met again due to her mother bringing her here for an clothing event. And according to Ana, he has a date."

"That's my boy. If he's not a gentleman, I'll ground him for life. Where to?"

"Ana said that caravel downtown this weekend. She was eavesdropping and I love her for it."

"Not bad for a first actually date with a girl he seems to like."

Elizabeth sigh assuming something, Jason knew that look on her face and ask her what's going on.

"I don't want to sound cheesy but he's growing up so fast, JJ! I mean where did the time go? It felt like I was helping him add 2 + 2 yesterday! Now a date? Damn..he's my baby." Elizabeth admitted with a sigh.

Jason opened his arms pulling her into an tight embrace as she was nuzzling comfortably against his neck. She pouted, it was a rare moment but she did. He chuckled rubbing her shoulder.

"Aw, Lizzie, darling. He's growing up, I don't like it. Hell I would rather stop time and let him stay the way he is now. But we can't. Before we know it, he's buying his own house or deciding to buy this one off his father." Jason joked with a smile.

Elizabeth chuckled, "He might as well do that. I'm not ready for him to keep growing up, what if he doesn't want hugs from his auntie anymore? What if he grows up hating the idea of living with us? I mean it's a packed a house, i don’t blame him."

"Hahaha no, honey he won't. I think he rather have a packed house than a quieter one. And he will always need his auntie, he's your baby. Tony knows it, hell he might make you an godmother one day."

"Oh god no, don't think that far hahaha! I want him live in the moment now, before he's old and gray. I'm still gonna baby him no matter how old he is! You know that right?"

"Oh I know. And he's gonna be annoyed but love you for it. No matter what you do, you will be there to protect him and stand up for him."

"You too!"

"Oh hell yeah I will!"

---

And they are right about that. Yeah sure, Lizzie was gone under the ice for years due to a freak accident thinking she was goner. Having Jason and Tony feeling down in the dumps for some time.

But when that girl returned, her mama bird side came with her. And the man who was her right hand was more than happy about that.

"He's insane!" Liz yelled with a sigh, pointing at her nephew, "You're insane."

"Hello?! Have you met me?" Tony replied with a chuckle, "I think Pepper would love a big bunny for an anniversary slash Christmas present."

"Okay I dealt the whole 'I'm Iron Man, I can do whatever the hell I want' thing. But your Tony Stark! My Tony Stark, use that head of yours is a big bunny a good idea?"

"JJ gets you big jewelry and spoils you! I blame him for my actions, the bunny stays."

"Oh jeez. Did you at least get dinner ready?"

"Yeah it's pizza tonight. Why are you acting so uptight lately?"

Elizabeth sighed, "I've been asleep for years in ice and I come back to find you as Iron Man. A superhero. I know it's been an year now, but a part of me is still scared your gonna blow it!"

Tony chuckled pulling his auntie into a hug, "Oh Liz, it's me we're talking about. Hell, JJ is still terrified for my life. And honestly, I've already it blew it last year, in New York. I am stressed but I will be fine.."

"I know about your late night snacking and sleepless night, Tony. I'm worried about you. We all are."

"I know you are..but if anything happens, I will tell you. I promise."

~~~

Last forward to Christmas time, once the house blew up and JARVIS announces Tony's anxiety problems to everyone after arriving at the snowy side of the U.S. before shutting off.

Soon enough, they're dragging themselves across the snow to find a safe house. Rei's suit is being dragged across the snow, as he decide to start helping his godfather.

Liz snaps, "Anything you want to tell me?!"

"Okay in my defense I was gonna tell you soon." Tony winced.

"When?!"

"I was gonna make you an omelette and tell you about it!"

"Oh my god!"

Jason sighed dragging the Iron Man suit with them across with snow as the night fall onto of them.

"You two knew about this?! This whole time and didn't think of telling me?!" Jason yelled.

"I thought you knew about this! Or that he told you!" Liz yelled back.

"Great, now Ma and Pops are fighting." Rei added sarcastically, "Good job, Dad!"

Tony turned look at his son, “I’m sorry, how is this my fault?”

“Isn’t everything?”

“This is unbelievable.”

----

Other times, Jason and Elizabeth would be protecting themselves or their kids presence even when the guy isn't nearby.

Such as 2014, when they were called by SHIELD when it came to Alexander Pierce wanting their signature onto the new helicarriers.

Jason was tired as he asked, "Okay Pierce, what the hell is this?"

Elizabeth was standing next to him and pressed, "Mr. Secertary, what he meant is there a reason you've asked us to come here?"

"Signature, Mr. Underwood and Miss Stark." Said Pierce holding out pens, "As well, I was hoping you ask your nephew to stop by my niece's birthday party as a favor for Nick."

"He's our nephew, not a party entertainer." Elizabeth said with a raise eyebrow.

"Unless it's for his own children, and at the moment he's not dealing with your favors." Jason added, "What's the favor you're doing for Nick?"

"That's classified information, sir." Pierce replied.

"Of course it is..you know, it was a pretty long day and I don't want to be here. Matter a fact, none of us want to be to here! So good night Alexander." Elizabeth said standing up from her chair.

Jason stood up following her, opening the door for the girl as he gave Pierce an odd look before walking out. However that didn’t stop Elizabeth Stark to get information later on that day, returning to Alexander Pierce’s office after cooling down to get any information needed.

——

Sometimes due to Jason and Elizabeth being so close to Tony, along with their godchildren they get mistaken for the actual parents. Hell, even for being a couple more than once.

Such as in the early to late 2010s, Justin Hammer once asked, “Are theses your parents, Stark? I thought they were dead..”

Tony would give an sarcastic smile and reply, “Aw Hammer, you’re jealous? Too bad not everyone was given 3 sets of parents.”

“Three?”

“Oh yeah, didn’t you hear? Or were you too busy washing yourself in that horrible 80s cologne?”

Justin scoffed, “Damn. But seriously, are they giving out set of parents for free or what?”

“No. They’re mine, you can’t have them.” Tony added with a smirk.

~~~

Or when Fury called Tony and The Avengers out a few times, he will tend to bring JJ and Liz names into conversation, using the term parents. Such as in 2015, when they are all in Clint’s Barn. Also known as The Safe House.

Everyone was in the kitchen, including the teens and kids. Some were at the table such as Natasha, Bruce, Rick, Ava, Rei and Rochelle. Others were surrounding the area near the sink and fridge across from the kitchen island, such as Tony, Clint and Steve with Liane and Luna.

Clint’s wife Laura was listening in as the younger kids were wondering around.

Elizabeth was drying dishes as Jason washed them, meanwhile Fury was finishing placing some orange slices on a plate.

Nat spoke up, “You know boss, when I was hoping I saw ya, you would have more than that.”

Fury replied, “I do. I have you. Back in the day, I had eyes everything, ears everywhere else. You kids have all the things you can dream to use, Stark’s parents didn’t have much to work with beforehand but they made do. Now here we are, back on earth with nothing but our wit and our willingness to do good.”

Jason added, “Just like old times, huh? Rehashing a plan during dinner, then collaborating in the morning to figure out what can be done..”

“Ain’t that the truth. Nothing but our strength to save the world and make a difference for others.” Elizabeth commented with a grin.

Fury gave them a half smile and continued his speech, “Ultron says The Avengers are the only thing between him and his mission. And weather or not he admits it, his mission is global destruction. All this lay in the grave. So stand, out with the platinum bastard.”

Natasha winked at Rick and Rochelle before saying with a smirk, “Steve doesn’t like that kinda talk.”

Steve gave her a humorous mock glare, “You know what, Romanoff?”

The teens and young adults in the room snorted and chuckled. The group kept talking, figuring out what will they all do next, with the young members of the team chiming into the conversations.

Even Jason mentioned, “You can try Pentagon's firewall, are they open this time?”

“That could work, they are still roughly open this time and hour.” Elizabeth comments.

“Should i know why you know that?”

“I had to message the Pentagon years ago to reach an barrier of systemic risks, for SHIELD’s locating tactics. And Tony did something he wasn’t supposed to..”

“Oh god, what was it this time?”

Fury ate his orange slice answering, “You’re boy cracked into SHIELD systemic burns, but beforehand he cracked their firewall.”

“That’s something, I do think I remember he did!” He replied chuckling, “We got mysterious calls afterwards for weeks.”

Tony chimed in with a grin sounding proud and said, “I cracked the Pentagon’s firewall in high school on a dare and got a sweet deal afterwards.”

Elizabeth grinned brightly, “That’s my boy! Definitely a win in my books.”

“And me? I cracked into SHIELD firewall too multiple times.” Rei added with a sly smile, as you could hear his godfather holding back his laughter in the background.

“I love you too, kiddo!” She replied to her sarcastic godson, “Both of you are the reasons for the facility's cyber-security sub-bar.”

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Oh im so happy request is open. Pls, pls do something with dark!reader wanting revenge on the doctor (which doc is up to u). Despite the other companion wanting to punish u or cant forgive u, the doc wont give up on u n try to rehabilitate u but u dont make it easy.

So I made this more ambiguous about whether or not it's the Doctor, the reader of both that are dark.

I also chose the 13th Doctor for this

Hope you like it!

Title: The Truth?

Warnings: dark (?) fic, unreliable narrator, dubious morals

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“Ah,” you smirked slightly as you saw who has entered your room, “Yaz. Pleasure as always.”

Yaz remained by the door, a tray of food in her hands. You held your hands up and walked further away, giving Yaz space to venture into your cushy cell. You watched her intently as she dumped the tray down on the table and swiftly march toward the door.

“You don’t like me, do you?” you asked

Yaz, who had just reached the door, gripped the handle tightly. You were almost certain that she would walk away but to your surprise she said,

“Can you blame us? Any of us?”

“Well,” you shrugged and sat down, poking at the food with the fork, “you do only know one side of the story. The Doctor didn’t make this did she?”

“No, Graham wouldn’t allow us to give you any of her cooking.”

“Make sure to thank him for me will you?”

“What do you mean, one side of the story?”

You grinned at her and pointed to the seat opposite you. After a seconds hesitation she walked over and sat down opposite you.

“Do you know why I asked to be located here?” you asked, “Near the heart of the TARDIS?”

“So you’re near the centre of it,” said Yaz, “can could possibly take control.”

“So cynical.”

“Am I wrong?”

“Yes,” you jabbed your fork at her, “tell me- how are you feeling?”

“Pissed off.”

“Besides from that.”

“Annoyed. Irritated. Frustrated.”

“Those basically mean the same thing.”

“Well that’s how I’m feeling.”

“Don’t you see how clear your mind is? What did the Doctor say before she allowed you to see me?”

“She didn’t-“

“What did she say?”

“She said…” Yaz frowned, “she said… she said to be careful.”

“And?”

“Just be careful.”

You leant back in your seat and took a bite of your food. You chewed slowly as you observed Yaz. You swallowed and said,

“Don’t you feel how freeing it is down here? Here clear your mind is?”

“I don’t feel any different.”

“I’ll admit,” you said with a soft smile, “I didn’t feel anything at first. Then, ever so slowly, you do. It’s like a fog has been lifted from your brain. You’re finally able to think for yourself.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“You haven’t noticed your opinions changing? How one moment you think one thing and the next,” you clicked your fingers and smirked when Yaz jumped, “you don’t?”

“No.”

“You’re lying,” you said bluntly, “I know when people are lying Yaz and you’re terrible at it.”

“She warned me this might happen.”

“Hmm?”

“The Doctor,” Yaz tapped the side of her head, “that you’d try and get inside.”

“I’m not telepathic. I can’t read your mind or change what you think. The Doctor can though.”

“No,” Yaz stood up and shook her head, “No. I don’t believe this. This is over.”

She walked towards the door but just before she left you called,

“I’ll see you around.”

You laughed as she slammed the door behind her. Oh yes, they always acted like this at first but in the end they always saw the truth. Even if you had to manipulate it.

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Quality time

One shot | Criminal Minds Masterlist | Masterlists

Gif credit to @laurenxgerman

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: JJ x fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, with mentions of smut

Words: 1.5k+

Warnings: brief fingering (r! receiving), otherwise just fluff

Summary: Fluffy fic where after not being able to spend some quality time with JJ in quite a long time, you both find yourselves in the kitchen bonding over some much-earned cooking. Mainly fluff and cute couple stuff. A shortish fic

A/n: I read @five-bi-five-mind/@scarlet-prentisss fic- breakfast -and it was just too hella cute so this is sorta inspired by it. Got the go ahead from the legend herself so hope you enjoy the fluff! 

p.s. this post is to make up for all the shitposting I've been doing, oopsie.

You and JJ agreed some quality time was well overdue between the two of you. Henry was at Will’s and you and your girlfriend had the house to yourself. In the past few hours, you’d taken full advantage of being able to be as loud as you pleased. 

As you both lay naked on your shared bed that afternoon she turned to you. 

“Is this what you meant by quality time?” JJ said smirking which earned a small chuckle to escape your lips. You turned your body to face her and placed a small peck on her lips. 

“I was thinking we’d use our hands for something else, like cooking or baking or learning a craft but I’m also very okay with this.” 

A loud grumble came from your stomach at the mention of cooking causing JJ to burst out laughing. She wrapped her arms around your waist and pulled you into her so your warm bodies were pressed against each other. You shivered at the feeling of her soft skin against yours, no matter how long you’d been together, the feeling still sent sparks through your whole body.

“Well seen as you worked up an appetite, I think some food is definitely needed.” She said peppering kisses all over your face. You squirmed trying to move away from the tickle of her warm soft lips, but she persevered, obviously infatuated with the giggles that were escaping your lips. 

“JJ stop!” You said between giggles, she pulled back to scrunch up her face in fake annoyance before placing one last kiss on your cheek. 

She got up and you drank up the view of your stunning naked girlfriend, it was physically impossible to remove your eyes from her as she made her way to the ensuite, swaying her hips a little knowing the effect it had on you.

“Well, don’t you want to get clean first?” She said with a smug grin. You knew exactly how this was going to end, though you could never say no to her and with that you got up and worked up more of an appetite in the shower. 

You sneakily watched JJ change sitting on the bed in a pair of shorts and jumper. Admiring her toned stomach as she puts on a sports bra and a pair of legging, finally throwing on a grey zip up hoodie. Even in casual clothes and her hair thrown up into a messy bun her beauty was unmatched. 

When she turned and caught you staring a slight blush appeared on her cheeks. Pushing yourself off the bed and walking over to her, you place your hands on her shoulder after tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear. 

“You’re so beautiful Jayje.” Her crimson cheeks further reddened, her lips came crashing onto yours and her hands moved to wrap themselves around your waist. It was slow and playful, JJ nibbled at your bottom lip wanting to be let in which you happily allowed. Your tongues swirled around each other before retreating into your mouth. The kiss was short but filled with love and compassion. 

When you pulled away the smile you were met with was heart-warming and only confirmed all the love you felt for JJ. Doe eyes stared directly into yours and held nothing but unfiltered, unconditional love only adding to the immense adoration gathering in your chest.

You took one of her hands from your waist and guided her downstairs to the kitchen. 

“How does cupcakes sound?” you asked raiding the cupboards to search for all the needed ingredients, your back turned to JJ. She took the opportunity to snake her arm around your waist and reach for the flour you were struggling to grab from the top shelf. 

She placed a small peck on your lips “Sounds perfect, but I’m going to take the lead. Don’t want a repeat of last time.” She joked. 

You slightly cringed at the memory of JJ coming back from work to the smoke alarm going off whilst you were half asleep trying to scramble around the kitchen. She didn’t get mad, instead burst out laughing watching you trying to save the burnt cake you’d pulled out the oven. Though the laughter quickly subsided when she saw your sore blistered hands and rushed to help. 

Holding your hands up to silently surrender you replied, “That’s probably a good idea.” 

JJ giggled in response as she pulled you into her and placed her free hand behind your neck, “What am I going to do with you?” 

You placed a finger to your chin as though you were deep in thought, “I’m sure I can think of a few things. But for now, let’s start with you not letting me burn my hands again.” 

After getting all the ingredients out, you both worked in harmony to mix and pour everything into a bowl. After placing the batter in the cupcake moulds JJ refused to let you near the oven, banishing you to the other side of the room. 

You watched as she crouched down. Looking down at your hands and back up to JJ you noticed how clean she was in comparison to you. You were covered in batter and flour and a devilish plan came to life. The oven door closed and along with the sound of the door slamming shut, a loud slapping sound rippled through the room. 

JJ stood back up whipping around to look at you wide mouthed. You tried to hold yourself back from laughing as you saw realisation dawn on your girlfriend’s face. She looked behind her back to her now flour covered ass and audibly gasped, that’s when you knew you were in trouble. 

“OH YOU DID NOT JUST-” anger boiled over JJ, her eyes wide but her lips betrayed her as she struggled to not smile. When she tried to grab you, you lunged back dodging her, which only added fuel to the fire. 

Your eyes couldn’t keep up with what happened in the next few seconds, JJ put her agile training skills to good use, one hand reached into the bowl of batter. In the same second, she leapt forwards trapping you with her free strong arm, JJ smeared the gloopy sticky batter on your cheek. 

“You monster!” you whispered with furrowed brows. 

You wriggled free and made an effort to grab the flour on the counter, JJ pulled you back and your whole body crashed into her. What she didn’t know was that you’d managed to get some extra flour on your hands so when she turned you around you cackled and squished her face between your flour covered hands triumphantly. 

The largest grin you’d ever seen crept onto JJ’s face and both of you held each other as you uncontrollably howled with laugher. This was home, moments like these were when you knew you’d found the one person you wanted to spend your life with. JJ’s work made moments like this sparse but when they came, they only reaffirmed it was all worth it. All the work you two put in was so you could have these snapshot memories you knew you’d tressure forever. 

She held on to you tighter than before, her eyes darted from your eyes and lips. In one swift move she brought her lips closer to yours, as you shut your eyes you didn’t feel her lips press against your own, instead you felt her tongue on your cheek slowly licking the batter off. Your breath hitched in your throat. In an attempt to contain a moan from passing your lips you bit hard on your bottom lip. 

When JJ’s tongue makes its way down to you neck you lose all self-control, letting out a small whimper as she nibbled on your sweet spot. You could feel JJ smirking against your neck, and she started backing up towards the longue. 

“JJ, we can’t.” it didn’t come out as strong willed as you wanted it to, because God knows you wanted to give into her, but the thought of the whole house burning down because you wanted a quickie with your girlfriend was not a pleasant one. 

“We have 15 minutes, and I don’t want to waste a single one of them.” She mumbled against your neck, pulling you both closer and closer to the couch. After all the sex earlier, you were sure JJ would be more than satisfied, but it seemed your girlfriend had an incessant appetite that cupcakes just wouldn’t fill, and who were you to deprive her. The decision was made for you as she pushed you down onto the sofa straddling you. 

“How are you not tired?” You half moaned out as JJ continued to nibble and kiss down your neck to your chest pulling your jumper over your head. 

“How could I ever get tired of you.” 

And with that JJ didn’t waste another second, ripping off your shorts and getting to work, again and again, until the timer went off and it was time to feast on well-deserved cupcakes. 

When JJ took a bite out of the cupcake, she looked directly at you. With a small grin on her soft pink lips she stated with certainty, “You taste better.”

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Whumptober 2023, Day 26: Working to exhaustion/"You look awful."

fandom: criminal minds | characters: spencer reid (centric), jennifer jareau, david rossi, aaron hotchner | ship: none | trigger warnings: ableism | content: on a case, local officers treat the team badly, dad!hotch, team as a family | word count: 1.7k.

“You look awful,” JJ says seriously, pulling up a chair beside the table Spencer’s working at. 

“Thanks,” he says, pulling a face at her. She doesn’t smile.

“No, seriously, Spence, did you get any rest last night?” 

“A little,” he says, avoiding her gaze and studying the geographical profile in front of him, “but this is more important.” He rubs a tired eye and chews on the end of his pen. 

JJ sighs. He really does look awful, dark purple bags under his eyes and two days worth of stubble littering his chin. He’s wearing his glasses - further proof he didn't sleep last night and forgot to put in his contacts this morning, and he’s got on yesterday's clothes. 

“This case isn’t more important than your well-being,” she says gently. “And you know you work better with sleep and food in your system. When was the last time you ate?”

Spencer shrugs nonchalantly, ignoring most of her words, and pushes himself out from the table, standing up to study the board, frowning. She can see the gears turning in his mind as bounces up and down on the balls of his feet adding up whatever it is in his head that is starting to come together. But she can’t ignore how obviously tense he is, how his fingers tap agitatedly against one another, the permanent frown creased between his eyebrows. How jumpy he’s been. Something is clearly wrong. 

“Come and take a coffee break with me,” she offers, but he shakes his head. 

“I’m okay, thanks.” He doesn’t look at her. She exhales heavily and pushes herself up from the table, re entering the main room the team are using. Hotch and Rossi walk in at the same time as her from the other side of the room. 

“Did Morgan and Emily go take a look at the first crime scene again?” she asks tiredly. 

“Yes,” Hotch says. “Can you two go look at the second one? I think they both need re inspection.” He gestures to both Rossi and JJ, who nod. 

“Where’s Reid?” Hotch asks, frowning.

“Still in there,” she jerks her head towards the breakout room Spencer’s working in. “I couldn’t convince him to take a break.”

Rossi sighs. “Kid’s overcompensating for something,” he says wisely. “Someone’s gotta talk some sense into him before he collapses from exhaustion.”

“I don’t think he’s going to listen,” JJ replies, pursing her lips and wiping a hand across her face tiredly. She’s been growing more and more concerned about Spencer as his behavior has become more self destructive the longer the case continues, and they’ve all approached him without much luck.

“I’ll speak to him soon,” Hotch promises resolutely. “Go look at the Walters house again and let me know what you find. Check in with Garcia, too.” 

JJ and Rossi nod and take their leave. After a moment, Hotch sighs and enters the room Spencer’s in. 

“Reid,” he says, and Spencer jumps about a foot in the air, an expression of fear flitting across his face when his name is said, before he realizes Hotch is the one saying it. Hotch frowns. 

“Hotch!” He attempts to straighten up without much success, and rubs at his eyes as though it’ll get rid of his tiredness. “I think I’ve got something here. Depending on what Morgan and Prentiss find-,”

“Reid,” Hotch says again, more seriously. “I appreciate that this case is important and that we’re running out of time. I would like to hear your theories in a moment. But please,” he gestures to the chairs at the table, “sit down a moment.”

Spencer advances to the table cautiously, like he knows he’s about to be lectured. He all but melts into the chair when he’s there. Hotch takes up the chair next to him, scans him concernedly for a moment, then speaks. 

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” He asks.

Spencer grimaces, and his eyes flick away from contact with Hotch’s. “Nothing’s wrong,” he says. “Why would something be wrong?”

“You’re overcompensating,” Hotch echoes Rossi’s words from earlier, “and for the life of me, I can’t figure out why.”

“I’m not,” Spencer says, rapidly tapping his foot on the floor, “I just want this case to be over.”

“Why?”

“I just-,” Spencer exhales, still not looking at Hotch. It takes him a moment to gather his words. “I really want to go home,” he says finally, in a small voice. This is not what Hotch expects him to say. His eyebrows raise in surprise. 

“Is everything okay? Is your mother alright?” He says quickly, his mind jumping to the worst conclusions possible. Spencer nods, still avoiding Hotch’s gaze. 

“She’s fine. I just, uh. I don’t like it here. Much.” His anxiety is obvious now, his fingers shaking and interlocking and repeating the process, his leg bouncing up and down. 

“I know when you’re not telling me something,” Hotch keeps his voice gentle. “Please, Reid. Spencer. You can talk to me”

Spencer exhales heavily, rubbing at his forehead. 

“I just - you’re just going to make a big deal out of it. And I don’t want that. I just want to prove that I can solve this case and get out of here,” he says, a little bitterly. Hotch’s surprise grows by the second. He reflects on Spencer’s words: ‘I want to prove I can solve this case,’ and something clicks, suddenly. 

“Did someone say something to you?” Hotch says, trying to keep his voice even. “One of the officers?” Small town local officers are always difficult to work with and this bunch have been no exception. They’re often made up vastly of backwards thinking older men, who feel emasculated by the FBI coming in to solve their case for them. He’s already had a few harsh words with one of them after he overheard them using derogatory words to describe Prentiss and JJ. Hotch knows his team can all take care of themselves, but there’s always a risk that Morgan or Prentiss will blow up at them and get in trouble with the Bureau, which he doesn’t want. He’s been careful to keep an eye on his team, but Reid has been glued to the geographical profile while the rest of them have been out in the field, so there have been plenty of chances for one of the officers to have had a chance to say something to him that Hotch hasn’t caught. 

“I don’t know what you mean,” Spencer murmurs, staring at his knees, wrapping his arms around his midriff. 

“Spencer,” is all Hotch says, his voice low. Spencer looks up, finally, and makes eye contact with Hotch, sighing shakily and gives in to whatever has been eating away at him. 

“I know that I’m smart,” he starts. “I know that. It’s an incontrovertible fact. I have an IQ of 187, an eidetic memory and can read 20,000 words per minute. I know I can do things  that no one else can. That’s the beauty of our team. We are all exceptional at different things, it’s why our success rate is so high. But when-,” he inhales shakily, and Hotch’s frown deepens, “but when people who don’t know me meet me they make… assumptions. They only see the things they don’t want to. Like when I stim. Or when I refuse to shake hands with them. These officers,” he gestures vaguely at the door that leads into the main part of the station, “they don’t like people…. like me. I heard them say…” His voice cracks, and he pushes up his glasses, blinking and looking away, clearly unable to go on. 

Hotch’s blood boils. He’s known Spencer for close to six years, knows all of his quirks and needs, is in constant admiration of the work his youngest agent does and the compassionate person he is. Spencer is as much a part of his team - his family - as any of the others. There is nothing he could do or say to change that. The fact that Spencer has been subject to such blatant ableism after so many years of incredible work for the Bureau - hell, even if he’d never worked a day in his life for the Bureau - makes Hotch furious. He swallows down his anger, knowing Spencer doesn’t want him to make a big deal out of whatever it is he’s heard the officers say, and knowing full well he’ll see to it the officers will not get away with it. 

“I’m sorry they said that, Reid,” he says, doing his best to keep the anger out of his voice. “They will not go without consequences, but that’s not for you to worry about now. What I want you to do now is take care of yourself. You have nothing to prove to anyone that cares about you, and those are the only people whose opinions you should care about.” 

“I know,” Spencer mumbles, looking down at his hands, but he doesn’t sound convinced. “They made me feel stupid. I’m not stupid.” 

“No, you’re not,” Hotch agrees. “But I bet you are tired. You’re overworking yourself to prove to them that you’re more than what they say, and I understand why. But you’re not going to be able to keep this up much longer Spencer. You’re hurting yourself.” 

“I know,” Spencer whispers after a pause, looking up. “I’m sorry.” 

“You don’t need to be sorry,” Hotch says firmly. “Those officers are the only ones who need to apologize. Look, I can see that you’ve made several connections here, and the others will be back from the crime scenes soon. I’m going to get you and I some food, and leave you in here for a moment with the blinds closed so you can do whatever it is you need to do to decompress. When the others are back, we’ll talk about what you’ve discovered and if we solve this any time in the next hour or so, you can keep working. You can’t go out into the field in this state, but if we go back out, I will not leave you alone here. Someone will stay. If it looks like we’re going to be here a while longer, you’re going back to the hotel and getting some rest, because I can’t stand seeing you like this,” Hotch says. He doesn’t mean to say the last part aloud, but he does. Spencer’s eyes widen for a moment at the slip in Hotch’s tough facade, then after a moment, he nods. 

“Okay,” he says softly. “Thank you, Hotch. Really.” 

“Of course,” Hotch says, standing up and squeezing Spencer’s shoulder. “Of course.”

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I love crimson & clover, and I’m excited to see where you do take it. I do thinks Kiara forgets in the show just how different her and JJs lives are. What seems to consider his freedom, lack of pressure and ability to choose what to do… these are more accurately the result of abandonment, no guidance, low self worth, and a lifetime of assumptions about him because of his name (Pope and Kie in every season make comments about “being JJ” that are related to negative actions). Even a lot of his criminal choices (stealing, breaking in etc) are a result of not having food and shelter.

I totally agree that JJ doesn’t know how to navigate these family tensions, but I don’t know if Kie has realised that to him even an ounce of affection would be worth fighting for. Even in s3, when she visits him and gets so upset at the look comment (which I understand is upsetting for various reasons) but to stand in clean clothes, fed and having been welcomed home, in front of someone with nothing but what they’re wearing - that reveals the gaping disconnect between her interpretation of an equal struggle and reality.

Plus, she seems resistant to telling him what she needs or expects, but is quick to point out what she doesn’t like.

I’m not sure how/if this’ll help with crimson and clover, but yeh… just my 2 cents!

OMG what invigorating and insightful thoughts you've laid out!!! So much to think about; love your introspection!

It's interesting; in earlier seasons we aren't sure what exactly the Pogues know or how aware they are of the extent of things. Like how horrified they are during the hot tub scene, it kinda seems like one: maybe it's escalating in real time, and/or two: it's the first time they're starting to realize how bad it really is. I know that's one glaring hole that the fandom has spoken about - just that there's not a lot of discussion/acknowledgement surrounding JJ's traumatic home life and the Pogues.

But by season three, there's a palpable shift at least from Kie to acknowledging JJ's trauma and wanting to be there for him. Yes, there is a certain layer to it that she may not ever understand, but she definitely seems like she tries to and wants to, in my opinion. I love how she just continually reminds him they'll handle it together, she loves him, she'll help him, etc. because she's not saying she knows his experience - simply that she's always there for him no matter what, that he's worth loving/deserves to be happy. Her patience with his behavior S3, knowing he was just pushing her away because of his trauma, was the most beautiful display of unconditional love. It actually makes me so feral thinking about it 😭

This: "but I don’t know if Kie has realised that to him even an ounce of affection would be worth fighting for." ksjdfskd yes, JJ has a totally different view when it comes to wanting affection/love from a parent, however destructive it may be. But I think it's so interesting for both of them to weigh what's healthier/what should happen in terms of cutting ties vs. trying to mend fences. LOTS to unpack there!

Regarding her not explaining her needs - I really think she was trying not to put that on JJ right now. I think she's trying to be the strong one and help him shoulder the weight of it all, and genuinely just be there for him without expectation or agenda. But I really hope to see her allowing him to shoulder some of her pain as well/receiving some comfort/having her needs met in S4. Hopefully I can portray some of that in this fic! 😬 I know we've said before, it's JJ's turn to show more affection and how much he loves Kiara. Yeah, we got some of him pining S1-2, but S3 was very much focused on Kie's affection for him.

AND LISTEN THIS HAS HELPED ME SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA!!!!! The analyzing and discussion gives me SO MUCH INSPIRATION - I'M SO GRATEFUL FOR YOU AND YOUR SUPPORT!!!! ❤️

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Getting to Know Me(me)

Found my original in my archives and thought it'd be fun to update this one! Original answers from 2015 >> New answers in 2023

Name: Kit  Age: 26 35 Persuasion: Homoromantic demisexual Queer Location: USA Aotearoa 10 Facts: 1. I have 25 35+ tattoos 2. I'm a full-time writer 3. I am on Tumblr more than I should be (still true) 4. I can get through the entirety of 'Fifty Nifty United States' in one breath 5. I have multiple mobility aids and they all have names. Cane: Elvira, Walker: Christopher Walkin', Wheelchair: Wheelie Boy 6. My partner (Doom Them) and I are the penultimate example of queer domestic bliss 7. I met some of my best friends through Tumblr! 8. I can solve a Rubik’s Cube in under 3 minutes (still true) 9. I used to be a professional actress (Still true) 10. I have travelled to 17 20 countries

9 Fandoms:

1. Criminal Minds 2. Doctor Who 3. X-Files 4. Bones Critical Role 5. Fringe 6. Community Dimension 20 7. the L word Warehouse 13 8. Legend of the Seeker 9. SVU Xena

8 OTPS:

1. OTP: Blackbird (JJ x Emily - Criminal Minds) 2. OTP: Burning Up a Sun (Ten x Rose - Doctor Who) 3. OTP: How Long? (Olivia x Alex - SVU) OTP: I Thought We'd Get Lucky (Tara x Emily - Criminal Minds) 4. OTP: I want to Believe (Mulder x Scully - X-Files) 5: OTP: Fringe With Benefits (Peter x Olivia - Fringe) OTP: It'd Be With You (Thirteen x Yasmin - Doctor Who) 6. OTP: I think you’ll know (Callie x Arizona - Grey’s Anatomy) OTP: Science Wives (Sam x Janet - Stargate SG1) 7. OTP: Blood and Battle (Lagertha x Ragnar - Vikings) Let's Go Steal an OT3 (Parker x Eliot x Hardison - Leverage) 8. OTP: Oatmeal (Holt x Kevin - B99) OT3: Je T'Emily (JJ x Emily x Tara - Criminal Minds)

7 Books:

1. Harry Potter Series by JK Rowling Heartstopper by Alice Oseman 2. Hunger Games Series by Suzanne Collins Wonder Woman Graphic Novels (Greg Rucka, Gail Simone) 3. Anita Blake Series by Laurel K Hamilton Nevermoor Series by Jessica Townsend 4. The Missing Piece by Shel Silverstein 5. The Witches by Roald Dahl Tiny Beautiful Things by Sheryl Strayed 6. Trainspotting by Irvine Welsh Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams 7. Bones Series by Kathy Reichs Gender Failure by Ivan E. Coyote & Rae Spoon

6 Foods:

1. Pizza 2. Protein Shakes Mac and cheese (Kraft blue box) 3. Hummus Strawberry Poptarts 4. Peanut butter and Jelly sandwiches 5. Cookies and Cream ice cream 6. Tacos

5 Things You Can’t Live Without:

1. Coffee 2. Netflix 3. My Phone 4. Music 5. Fanfiction * No changes from 2015 to 2023

4 Life Goals:

1. Finish school for Forensic Anthropology Find joy and contentment in all I do 2. Study abroad Fly my friends to Aotearoa for a visit 3. Visit every continent 4. Publish a novel (<<did it!) Live authentically, without regret

3 Characters You Relate To:

1. Temperance Brennan Thirteenth Doctor 2. Emily Prentiss 3. Jean Grey / Phoenix  Fox Mulder 2 Quotes:

1. Why waste your life being normal? 2. The entire poem of Invictus Be gay, do crime 1 Selfie (If you want):

2015 vs 2023

 Not tagging anyone, this one was completely self-indulgent so I could have the update in my archive <3

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30-day song challenge! (PART 2)

 heyohello welcome to pt 2! creds to @/eggtaurus on instagram

DAY 1: a song that represents you

jealousy, jealousy -- olivia rodrigo i can't think of one omg. song that describes an aspect of me the most i guess (but i wouldn't want people to know me as this ..)

DAY 2: a song to play at a party

everybody talks -- neon trees omg. depends on the party but i think people would be the most accepting of this one, but any from my neon playlist would work (my playlists describing vibes are finally put to use!!)

DAY 3: a song title with the name of a food

豆浆油条 -- jj lin the first one i thought of LMAOOO. it's means bean paste and fried pastry, english title: perfect match

DAY 4: an old song

amore che nasce -- piero piccioni (1967) i had to dig through to find an app that sorts my music by release date. anyways this is the oldest one i could find. i'm NOT putting running up that hill even if it kills me. i might as well list an old-ass classical piece like mozart

DAY 5: a song that makes you feel nostalgic

piano -- ariana grande i feel like i've listened to this a lot but i did not,, basically all the songs in my being sentimental playlist though

DAY 6: a song about love

色香水 -- yoh kamiyama

any romance soundtrack would fit lmaoo but this was the first one off my ♡! ? playlist! title means: colour perfume

DAY 7: a song from the year you were born

童話 -- michael wong

i'm spending so much more time on this challenge than the previous one UGH. anyways slay !! a classic

DAY 8: a song title w/ the name of a person

jenny (i wanna ruin our friendship) -- studio killers

i know another jenny song omg why is that name so popular. also that one beatles song

DAY 9: a song that cheers you up

passcode -- jannine weigel

love the vibes

DAY 10: a song you never get tired of

notgonnalie -- shye

immediate answer would have been sparkle, but i used that already. ugh this is getting hard

DAY 11: a song you used to like but now hate

dynamite -- BTS

umm i don't keep track of songs i hate. maybe bts songs bc of the fandom but i didn't particularly like them, they were just decent

DAY 12: a song you want to play at your wedding

promise of the world -- chieko baisho

howl's moving castle theme would work too but i want to appreciate this :) i imagine this would be played at howl and sophie's wedding HAHHAS

DAY 13: a song you discovered this year

hasta los dientes -- camila cabello, maria becerra

doing a song released this year instead, i did discovered alr

DAY 14: the last song you've listened to

room at the table -- charlie lim

i'll do this after i'm done with the rest of the days edit: okay a song i thought of while searching for songs!! it didn't make into any of the days but i just listened to it! yes it's that ndp song :D

DAY 15: a song with a title you like 

don't miss me -- claire rosinkraz

honestly i think i just like the cover (her blowing bubblegum) which makes me like the title

DAY 16: a song for running away from home

carrying you (from laputa) -- joe hisaishi

kind of about running away from home LOL. original song is called innocent though

DAY 17: a song title with an acronym

IDGAF -- boywithuke ft. blackbear

UM the first one i thought of was YMCA.. but this one is better

DAY 18: a song title with 1 word

phonecase -- shye

easy one FINALLY

DAY 19: a song that sounds better w/ headphones

still trying -- shye

honestly all shye songs are better with headphones bc the vocals hit harder

DAY 20: a song for stargazing

stargazing -- kygo, justin jesso

LMAO i said mirror was good for stargazing yesterday. anyways what about a song called stargazing !!  it's quite sad though

DAY 21: a song for the beach

summer on you -- PRETTYMUCH

hmm i think hype songs would be better? depends on the mood, if it's chilling on the beach any stream cafe/lofi, if i want to hang out w friends i'll choose this!!

DAY 22: a song about friendships

you've got a friend in me -- randy newman

i'm sorry

DAY 23: a song for breakups

you broke me first -- tate mcrae

iconic. first song from tate that got me invested

DAY 24: a song by one of your favorite artists

pretty please -- dua lipa

brb after random number generating my top 20 artists i got 14: dua lipa

DAY 25: a song you sent to someone

itim -- shye

yeah i remember this one clearly. they didn't give a shit. well i do!! shye is now one of my top artists, this was one of the songs that got me hooked

DAY 26: a cover of a song

perfect / style -- jonah baker

mashup time!! mashups >> covers

DAY 27: a song about being angry 

GO TO HELL -- clinton kane

a recent one i just added to my playlists !! memorably angry

DAY 28: a song to play while running

rumours -- jake miller

neon playlist saves the day again

DAY 29: a song to play during a date

a journey (a dream of flight) -- joe hisaishi

♡! ? playlist again. time to link it since i keep using that

DAY 30: a song you want to share

vultures -- evanturetime, linying, charlie lim

WOOO LAST ONE!! evanturetime is really good and criminally underrated

i tried not to use wdw this time HAHSH uh i'm kind of running out of good recs for songs .. watch me recommend a whole album 😭😭  had to stop myself from including another kimi no na wa soundtrack. i also need to cut down on shye omg i keep going back to the same few artists

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Jessica Jones/Kilgrave One Shot: You'll smile again for me

Same experiment as before, but different fandom A sort of pre JJ Season 1 one shot, no link to ao3 this time, directly here:

New York, Crosby Street Hotel, Jan 23, 2014

Those ten hours of surgery he had stoically endured with an epidural, all time long watching the best surgeon in the New York area as he operated on him, Killgrave felt them all. For his post-transplant recovery, the persuader had chosen the Crosby Street Hotel , one of the most prestigious hotels. What attracted him above all was the purplish color that some of its windows assumed in the evening. Purple had always been his color. While still a little wobbly and weak, it had been a joke for him to walk in, talk to the front desk and get the King Superior Suite, worthy of the King he knew he was. A King who had to stay calm, recover his strength and find a way to join with his Princess again. These were going to be hard days to endure, not even the painkillers and the highly trained staff he had selected for his care would help him much. The only thing that comforted him was to look at the photo gallery of Jessica, which he jealously kept in his cell phone. Jessica. Ironic that the soothing balm of his pain was at the same time the main cause of it. - But with Jessica it's like that. She is pure fire. I played with it, getting too close, and I got burned. But I miss that fire too much, no matter how many more times it might burn me. - Killgrave meditated, looking at a photo in particular of that attractive brunette who had made him lose his mind, first with her beauty equal to that of a goddess, then with her amazing powers, finally with her indomitable temperament, which sometimes had also put his own power to the test.

Power he had understood by now that it could no longer effect her. Jessica, who had rebelled against his will. Jessica, who had refused to go back to him. Jessica, who hadn't been fooled by his calling. Jessica who had seen him hit by a bus. Jessica, who had left him there to die. Almost die. If he hadn't found that generous driver.

Oh well, after Killgrave spoke to him, the young man was more than happy to give him his kidneys. Yes, both of them. Because if it is true that with a kidney you can lead a dignified life, for Killgrave it was not enough. Dignified was for the losers, he had to have the best. Just as he knew those kidneys would only work temporarily.

In a couple of years he would have to find another sacrificial victim. Not that it was a big deal for him. One less useless human being on his way. And then two years gave him time to do a lot of things. Getting Jessica back would take a lot of time, a lot of caution, and a lot of patience. All things Killgrave could have. He could hide from her, holed up in that hotel, keeping a low profile, however long it would take. He thought about his Jessica, probably she had already gone back to that hole she inisted calling officine enad, even worse, home; leading her life, so dull and chaotic, with her cheap investigations, with her messed up rhythms.                                                                                                                                 Now that everything is random, Jessica would never have a point of reference anymore without him. - Who will make you sleep all the hours you need? Who will delight your awakenings? Who will make you eat gourmet food, not that junk food you love so much? Who will make sure you don't drink too much? Who will make you dress appropriately? Who will sweeten your nights? Who will make you scream my name again? Without me, everything will fall apart, Jessica. - Killgrave's mind struggled with his thoughts, as he sought a more comfortable position in that king-size bed. After all, thinking was one of the few things that he was still allowed, there was no contraindication in this regard, following such a delicate and burdensome operation. - Because I know, Jessica, those smiles, those caresses, those kisses, those moans ... it wasn't always me. It wasn't just for my mind control. Sometimes they started with your own will and you didn't even realize it. Because you love me, Jessica, you just don't know yet. - he smiled, despite the excruciating pangs that were oh-so-relentless.                                                                        

- Will you feel guilty, Jessica? Are you drinking now, trying to drown the memory of what you did to me, of how you think you left me to die, abandoned on that street, worse than a stray dog? After all I have done for you, the best restaurants where I made you eat, the best hotels where I made you stay, the best places in the world that I made you visit, the best boutiques where I made you dress, the countless hours of love  which I made you enjoy? And this is your way to repay me?! -  He squeezed the sheet until his knuckles turned white, in a fit of anger.                                                                   Now I am no longer a burden Then he tried to calm down, anger was not good for his current state of health so weak. - Oh no, Jessica, I don't think so, there must be a voice inside you that gives you the torment, that tells you how wrong what you did to me is. But do you know what I'm telling you? Enjoy  this year without me, mourn my death, take back your life without me being a part of it anymore. I will no longer be a burden to you for some time. I will leave you free to delude yourself that you are happy now. - Although the doctors had strongly advised him not to get out of bed, Killgrave stood, heedless of the pain, relying on the nightstand.

He limped slowly, leaning against the wall, until he reached the large window that illuminated the whole room on that clear morning, from which he could see the whole city, and most likely Jessica too, wherever she was at that moment.                                         Tell me what excuses will you make up?

"Because, I know, you now think you can be happy again, but that's not the case." he gave voice to his thoughts, standing still, leaning against the window, as he imagined he could speak directly to her. “And I can already picture you, making up the most pathetic excuses to never leave the bloody bottle of whisky: 'Killgrave did this to me, Killgrave made me do that, Killgrave dominated every aspect of my life, Killgrave changed me forever.' Tell you these stories, c’mon. " he laughed, scornful of the pain that the effort, as well as that of speaking, involved. However, Killgrave and pain went hand in hand, since he was just a child, since his name at that time was another one. That’s why he resisted impassively, heartened by what awaited him. "The truth is that your life was not life, Jessi, before you met me and after all these months with me, after I got so deep inside you, in every sense of the word, you will no longer be able to live without me, you will no longer be able to get me out of your head. " he continued his monologue, stroking the glass as if he could caress the face of the beautiful detective. “Will you dream of me, Jessi? Will you dream of all the things I did to you when you were mine and you wanted nothing else? Will you still picture me there with you? Will you think of me every time you see a detail that reminds you of myself? " Killgrave lost his balance, managing to cling to one of the frame of the window, thus avoiding falling to the ground, indecorously. It was a sign that his body was not yet able to withstand certain efforts for that long. With difficulty, the persuader managed to get back to bed, waiting for his staff to come to visit him. - Keep dreaming of me, Jessica, in a few months I will make you understand that this is not just a dream, but a splendid reality: you and me, together again. I'm already thinking about how to get you on my trail, how to come out,  with the perfect declaration of love, how to leave you breathless, how to make you understand once and for all that you and I are inevitable.- He rested his head on the goose-down pillow, lulling himself into his machinations. - Don't think I'll make it so simple for you though. I’m going to make you suffer a little in the beginning, after all you deserve it for what you did to me. Some innocents will pay for your choices… and then there's your oh-so-petulant sister… it would be such a shame if something bad happened to her, wouldn't it, Jessi? I will have some fun with her, but nothing irreparable, my darling, I could never hurt you to that point, I love you too much. I’ll make you understand how much I do. - He felt his eyelids grow heavier, wanting to indulge that need for further rest, with one last thought before falling asleep. - You will smile again for me, Jessica, if it’s the last thing I do! - - THE END

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101

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader Aaron Hotchner/Haley Brooks Word Count: 1962 Tags: No cheating, Angst, Allusions to sex, Foyet arc, Episode related 5x09 “100” Summary: In an alternate universe, “100” has a happy ending—just not for you. A/N: I'm back in the saddle... it may be a pony I'm riding, but still!

Link to A03 or read below!

It starts with a knock on your door, two months after Foyet’s attack. Haley and Jack are under protection, location unknown, and Hotch has never felt more alone.

He doesn’t tell you this, of course, never admits to anyone when he’s struggling, but when you open the door, you can see it in his eyes: usually sharp and warm, they are solemn, colder, almost unseeing. Like he hasn’t felt a thing since they left Virginia.

You invite him in for a drink. Why wouldn’t you? He is your friend, after all.

At first, he won’t talk, just strolls around your living room and focuses on your art, your knicknacks, your bookshelf and desk. Eventually, he takes a seat on your sofa, rests his beer on his knee until the condensation leaves a ring on his jeans. You try to make conversation, start with small talk, then work talk, and finally just spit out the words on the tip of your tongue: “Why here? Why me?”

Morgan gives better advice. JJ has kinder eyes. Prentiss makes him laugh. You can’t for the life of you figure out why he came to your door, to seek comfort in you.

Well. You may have an idea.

It happened during the spring, on the way back from the courthouse; you’d given depositions, just the two of you, and when you left to head back to the office the sun was shining, the air cool, cherry blossoms in full bloom. Hotch smiled, a small, private thing, and then said you should take a lunchtime detour. It was the first time you’d seen him smile in a while; you couldn’t bring yourself to disagree.

The city was bustling with people, baby-faced men in too-long trousers, serious-looking women in tailored skirts with sneakers on their feet. You felt light like the breeze blowing through the fragrant trees, and Hotch guided you to a food truck, bought two slices of greasy pizza the size of your head; he laughed when you struggled with the floppy crust, then reached out to fold the slice in half for you. “Like this, if you don’t want to wear it.”

You felt the atmosphere change in that moment, and you looked up to see if he felt it too, but his phone rang and the happy haze was lifted, replaced with terse words and the promise of a long flight. He licked pepperoni grease off his fingers and fished his keys out of his pocket, and you hadn’t thought of that moment since then.

“Why me?” you ask again, in the present, in your living room, and he shrugs, looks into your eyes like he’s willing you to back down and let him stay silent. You don’t.

“Why anyone else?”

After that, he starts talking, and once he starts talking it’s like he can’t stop. He tells you about meeting Haley, loving her, losing her; about his parents and his brother; about his scars, mental and physical; about Jack. One thing leads to another, a brush of fingers to an embrace to a kiss to the kind of sex that feels great while you’re having it and then sort of awful when you’re done.

It’s not that you didn’t want him, or he didn’t want you—you were both very willing and eager participants—but something’s missing afterward. You can tell he’s unhappy… disappointed, maybe, like he thought he’d feel less lonely after being with you and it didn’t quite meet his expectations.

You’re a little disappointed, too, though you’re not sure why.

That doesn’t stop it from happening again, and again, and again over the course of a couple months. It’s easy (for you), it's harmless (for him), and it’s comfortable, after a while, for the both of you. It scratches an itch without letting you get too close to something real, and after all he’s been through, you think it’s possible that’s for the best.

You do what you can to be what he needs, opening your door to him when he steps down as unit chief, when his face to face with Karl Arnold leaves him so angry he can’t stop shaking until you’re standing in the shower, scrubbing sandalwood shampoo through his hair. He’s there for you, too, holds you tightly when your own demons get the best of you, pushes plates of food in front of you when you’re running on coffee and stubbornness and not much else.

It’s nice. It’s… it is what it is. You love him because you can’t help it; he loves you because he thinks he’s supposed to, you’re pretty sure.

Then comes Foyet.

You are under no impression that you’ve fixed Hotch, healed him, helped him move on. Too many nights have passed where you woke up for a glass of water to find him poring over that case file, looking at the photo of the man who took his whole life away from him.

And even after all of those sleepless nights, all that searching, Foyet kills Kassmeyer. He finds Haley and Jack.

He wins.

“Fairfax County.”

Garcia’s voice rings in your ears, and you’re so glad you’re standing next to Hotch when Anderson drops off the car, because he has vengeance burning in his eyes.

“Let me,” you say softly, reaching out for him as he storms toward the driver’s side door, and when he pulls away from you, you grab his arm, hard. “We don’t even know where we’re going yet. You’re more useful if you can think straight. Let me.” Your eyes lock, and you shake him, just a little, so he’ll snap out of it and you can get on with this whole rescue sequence.

He grits his teeth, but stalks around to the passenger side, and you jump in and hope like hell you make it in time to save them.

Hotch calls Foyet, because of course he does. You’re of the mind that radio silence might buy you some time, but he’s fired up and you can’t blame him. You’ve been in situations yourself where all your training and good sense flies out the window when you’re faced with losing someone you love. You get it.

“If you touch her…”

“Be gentle, like I was with you?”

Foyet’s voice grates on your nerves, but never more so than when he says that, when he talks about what he did to Hotch like it was nothing. Like he didn’t tear him apart from the inside out. Like he didn’t all but ruin the man you love.

You tune them out, driving while they talk, hoping for more direction from your team, or hints from Foyet, anything, when you see Hotch stiffen up out of the corner of your eye.

“Aaron? I really gotta go.”

“My house,” Hotch says when the call ends, and you make the turn that will take you to his apartment. He clears his throat, shakes his head. “Our house. Where I lived with Haley.”

“You’re sure?” you ask, before making a very sudden, very unsafe maneuver so you can head in the direction of the Hotchner home. You’d been there once, marveled at the size of it, how secure it was, with a gated driveway and everything.

You figure none of that really matters now.

He gets a call from Morgan; the team figured it out too, and SWAT is on the way. You’ll probably beat them, just barely, but you know there’s no use in telling Hotch that you should wait for backup. You’re his only backup now, and it feels poetic, almost like the last couple of months were all leading up to this moment where you could finally help him be whole again. Where you could, just maybe, help him win.

“No, Sam is fine,” Hotch is saying when you tune in next; until now you’ve been laser focused on getting to that house, and you know Hotch himself couldn’t go any faster.

“Aaron, Aaron, Aaron. Is that why your marriage broke up, Because you're a liar?”

“Don't listen to him, Haley.”

“I have Sam's service phone right here. They sent out a mass text about his death. You can take a look if you want.” Hotch swallows hard, eyes wet with unshed tears.

“He’s just trying to scare you, Haley,” you say because Hotch can’t seem to form words. Foyet perks up at the sound of your voice.

“Oh! Or is that why your marriage broke up? Did you know Aaron has a girlfriend, Mrs. Hotchner?”

“I’m no one. I just work with Hotch. I’m not his girlfriend. I’m no one.” You look over out of the corner of your eye, expecting—or maybe hoping—to see that the words pain him, just a little. It’s clear, though, that his pain is for her. His focus is on her. “Tell her, Hotch.”

He takes a deep breath, in and out.

“She’s no one. It’s only you. It’s always you.”

He’s telIing the truth, not just saying what he thinks Haley or Foyet want to hear; it both hurts and doesn’t. Strangely, it reminds you of the time you fostered a German Shepherd puppy until the rescue found her a new home: you loved that ball of fluff, hated to see her go, but deep down you knew it was for the best.

You’re a midway rest stop, not the destination. You’re the point B between points A and C.

“Aw, isn’t that sweet.”

Bittersweet, you think as you pull into the drive, put the car in park, and jump out of your car without bothering to close the door.

Hotch storms past you, rushes Foyet like his family’s life doesn’t hang in the balance. Maybe he doesn’t feel that right now. Maybe it’s just round two of Hotchner vs Foyet; maybe he thinks nothing will happen to them now that he’s there.

You’re not so certain. The moment you get a clear shot, you take it, and he falls to the ground, dead. You’re fairly certain Hotch would have beaten him to death with his bare hands if you hadn’t done the damage first, and Haley doesn’t need to see that.

Jack isn’t in the room.

Hotch runs to Haley and hugs her while you crouch down to check Foyet’s pulse; it tells you what you already knew, that he’s gone, finally, no longer a threat; the rest of your team files in just in time to see you stand, with blood on your hand that you wipe on the thigh of your pants. Hotch says something to JJ about going upstairs, and she goes while he presses his forehead to Haley’s, kisses her on the nose and the cheeks and the lips.

When JJ returns, carrying Jack, all of the Hotchners are crying, holding each other close; Jack is in the middle of them, at the center of a group hug you can tell they were all afraid they’d never know again.

It’s heartwarming. And heartbreaking. You give Morgan your statement and then walk out of the house as if in slow motion; you wipe the back of your hand over your forehead and just nod at Rossi when he asks if you need a ride home.

It ends with a knock on your door. Hotch is grateful. He loves you. But he's sorry. He’s got a second chance, and he can’t lose them again. You understand, and wish him well, and try your best not to look over at him anymore when you’re seated on the jet, try not to think of his shampoo or his touch or the weight of him at your back on the nights you couldn’t sleep.

Hotch and Haley get remarried; they invite you to the wedding.

You go. Why wouldn’t you? He is your friend, after all.

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OMG do you think whenever you have the time you can make a "date morning" fic of jj x fem!reader reference to episode 2?!

Date Morning

Fandom: Criminal Minds 

Pairing: JJ x fem!reader 

Words: 1.6k+ 

Genre: Fluff & Smut

Summary: My little rewrite of the date morning scene. Only, it is way fluffier and way more gay.

Warning: top!JJ, bottom!reader; fingering (r receiving), a little bit of overstimulation.  

(gif not mine; credit to creator)

When JJ walked into the kitchen to grab her morning cup of coffee, she was surprised to see you had already prepared it for her, as well as breakfast. Time with her has been fleeting, so despite your hatred for early mornings you got up anyway and prepared her favorites just to spend more time with her. You were even feeling a little more upbeat despite not being a morning person. The one reason for this: date night.

No matter how busy your wife was, JJ usually sets aside time for date night. And date night meant you actually got to get out of the house and sit across a fancy dinner table with the love of your life. No kids, no work, just you and her and an air of romance to enjoy the spark you still felt any time she looked at you with all the love in the world shining bright in her eyes. 

Sure, you didn’t get much time with her, but you still saw that look any time she watched you walk into the room. The only thing was, her job was getting more demanding and some big, ongoing case was pulling her away even more frequently. So while you saw that look of love, that’s about all you were getting from her. When she was home she was exhausted, often going straight to sleep after a long day of work. You missed her, you understood and would never tell her to limit her work when you knew it was her passion, but that didn’t mean you longed for more time with her. It wasn’t just you either, you knew your kids missed their other mom. But still, she made up for that with quality time for them when she was home and had the energy. That also just meant less alone time for you two to connect. Even though your heart swelled at the happiness that time with the whole family brought, you craved alone time with your wife.

JJ’s arms wrapped around you from behind as you were busy paying attention to plating the food you just cooked. Her lips pressed against your cheek and you couldn’t help the warm smile that spread on your lips. 

“Hey you,” JJ breathed in between soft kisses placed to the side of your neck. 

“Good morning,” you answered as you turned in her arms. “I made us breakfast.” Usually JJ did that in the morning. As you weren’t one for cooking much either in the mornings, you were grateful for JJ to take on this job. But since the boys were staying at their grandparents for a couple days, you felt you could handle breakfast for two. It was much less stressful than cooking for the whole family.

“I can see that,” JJ chuckled. Her nose nuzzled yours before she leaned in for an innocent kiss to your lips. She pulled back a moment later, a soft smile across her face as she gave you that breathtaking look you loved so much. “What’s the occasion?”

“Well…” Suddenly, you felt nervous to admit you wanted more time with your wife. “It’s date night, but I thought I could start it off with something special a little early.”

“Date night?” JJ frowned. 

“Yeah, I made reservations at that fancy Italian place you like.” The nervousness doubled as you saw the look in her eyes change. Confused by her reaction, you waited for her to say something. 

She just stared at you for a moment, a guilty look written all over her face before finally speaking. “I have to go into the BAU today.” Your face automatically fell and you couldn’t hide your disappointment quick enough. “We have that case.” JJ offered and you unfortunately understood. But the crushing feeling of disappointment still weighed heavily on you as the daydreams you’ve had all week of this alone time with your wife slipped through your fingers. 

“Hey, hey,” JJ took your face in her hands. “I’ll make it up to you.” 

You nodded, but in the back of your mind you couldn’t stop the thought of when she’d even have time to do that. 

“Please, stop making that face, baby.” JJ pleaded, her thumb stroking your cheek gently as she continued to hold you in place. 

“It’s just… it’s date night.” You didn’t know why you were repeating it. Your intentions weren’t to make your wife feel more guilty than she already felt, but the disappointment you were feeling was just overwhelming and you were struggling to hide it. “We haven’t spent much time, you know, alone. I miss you.” You said the last three words in barely a whisper and realization dawned on JJ finally.

The truth was, she missed you too and she found herself craving you in those lonely nights where her job sent her off to stay in hotel rooms. She didn’t realize just how much it hurt you too to not have that time you both needed to feel close to each other. JJ knew at that moment that she had to fix that. She needed to make an effort, despite her horrible work schedule, to consistently have this time with you. But the question was how…

And then it dawned on her. She didn’t have to go into the office for a few hours, opting to go in later in the day since she had a long night ahead of her there. And since she had time to kill, maybe she could skip her morning jog, skip breakfast (even if she was grateful you went through all the trouble) and seize the opportunity she had in front of her. 

“What if…” JJ slowly started to grin. “We turned date night into date morning.” She leaned in and ghosted her lips across your neck, making you tilt your head with her hold on you so she had better access.

“Date morning?” You repeated, your mood suddenly shifting at the implication of it. 

“Mhm,” JJ mumbled against your skin before tenderly nipping at your neck.

“I think…” Your voice cracked as you spoke, the feeling of her lips on your neck already causing you to squirm and press your thighs together. “I think I could be on board with that.” 

“Good,” JJ gave you a devilish look before pulling back, taking your hand into her own and leading you both to the bedroom.

———————————————————

What took you almost an hour this morning, JJ undid in basically two seconds flat. Your clothes were strewn across your bedroom and your back was pressed against the mattress. You were sure your hair was a mess from the way JJ tightly tangled her fingers in it when she kissed you and what little makeup you put on was absolutely ruined by now. What with the fact that JJ was pushing you fast to your second orgasm already and going at a relentless pace, causing you to bury your face into the pillow to muffle your uncontrollable moaning.

But did you even care about all of that? Absolutely not. Not when your wife was rocking her whole body into you with the movement of her fingers, making them pump deliciously harder and deeper each time. She had your legs hooked around her waist as she moved and that plus the combination of her bare skin against yours had your eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

She was grunting on top of you with each snap of her hips as they followed the movement of her fingers. Her muscles flexed as she moved and you were in awe of the strength and stamina your wife was showing so early in the morning. You really weren’t a morning person, but with the way JJ was so eagerly all over you, it was clear that she was. 

Your eyes rolled back and your head fell limp onto the pillow as you felt her push you to your limit, adding a third finger and curving them just right. After making you cum once you took her so well, and she was quick to tell you just how good you were being for her. You never got used to the way she would talk to you. Your face flushed immediately the moment she whispered the words “good girl” into your ear as a moan broke through your lips and echoed through the room. You whimpered at this and felt yourself get even wetter at the cocky smirk she gave you before doubling her efforts. 

With each stroke of her fingers you felt your walls tighten around her again. She was pushing you embarrassingly close to your second orgasm already. Having fucked you throuch your first, only barely slowing down before picking up a brutal pace. You haven’t even gotten a chance to catch your breath. Tears even began to form in your eyes at the growing feeling of overstimulation, but you didn’t tell her to stop. Not when she was begging for you to cum for her again, not when she was groaning in your ear about how much she loved feeling you cum on her fingers. And when she bit down on the sensitive part between your neck and shoulder paired with a rough stroke of her fingers inside you, you felt yourself fall over that edge again with a long, desperate whine. 

Finally, JJ slowed her movements until she completely stopped and slid her fingers out of you. You watched with hooded eyes as she sat up, straddled your waist, and licked her fingers clean with a groan. 

Her hips began to rock steadily now against your own as she sat atop you. With a satisfied smile she looked down at you and simply said “we should do date mornings more often.” 

Yeah, you were definitely on board with that.

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liane’s 1.5k writing challenge

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yay! thank u for 1.5k, my loves! <3 i’m so grateful for each and every one of you. this blog, surprisingly, keeps on growing and the amount of friends i’ve gained on here makes me so happy. UH ANYWAY! onto the writing challenge!

rules!

pick a prompt/scenario and let your imagination run wild! write a fic/blurb/headcanon/smau, whatever your heart’s desire.

when participating, please make sure to send me an ask and tag me once it’s finished so that i could add it on the celebration’s masterlist!

please tag your fics appropriately, make sure to put warnings that could be possibly triggering to other people, and please add the readmore tab on your fics.

anyone can participate! though you’re not obligated, by any means, to participate if you don’t want to. it would be terrific if you will, though!

deadline is on october 15, 2021.

fandoms & characters

marvel

peter parker

pietro maximoff

wanda maximoff

peter maximoff

natasha romanoff

yelena belova

bucky barnes

loki laufeyson

sylvie laufeydottir

outer banks

jj maybank

rafe cameron

sarah cameron

kiara carerra

pope heyward

john b routledge

topper thornton

cleo

prompts: from @creativepromptsforwriting

"When was the last time you said you loved me, and meant it?"

— @baby-bearie with jj maybank

“I need just one date.” “You think you can woo me with just one date?” “Absolutely.”

— @sunflowergirl522 with peter maximoff

“I have the feeling that you’re trying not to kiss me and I give you permission to just do it.”

— @perpetualoverthinker with pope heyward

“That was so stupid.” “And also kinda cool, right?” “No. Just stupid.”

— @taylathornton with topper thornton

— @possiamo-andare with jj maybank

“You’re not the person I thought you were.” “No. I’m not the person you wanted me to be.”

— @starkey-babie with rafe cameron

— @bricksatanakinswindow with topper thornton

— @heavenlyholland with rafe cameron

“It’s like you never really see me. I’m standing right in front of you and you don’t see me!”

“I’m not drunk. Can a drunk person do this?” “You’re not doing anything.” “But… I sent you my love. Did you… did you not get it?”

— @sweeterthansammy with rafe cameron

— @w1segirl with jj maybank

“We can’t be friends. I can not just be your friend.”

— @cherrybarzy with jj maybank

— @destourtereaux with jj maybank

scenes: from @make-me-imagine

Separated forcefully or for reasons you can't control, run into each other again years later on accident.

— @cognacdelights with jj maybank

Continuously running into one another for days after having a meet cute.

— @xsamsharons with jj maybank

Hands brush as you stand next to each other, you think it's on accident until their hands gentle wrap around yours.

— @/cherrybarzy with jj maybank

You refuse to leave so they pick you up and throw you over their shoulder.

— @outermaybank with rafe cameron

— @natashxromanovf with jj maybank

Character A teaching B to ice skate/roller skate.

— @/possiamo-andare with jj maybank

As you begin to fall asleep, you feel a gentle kiss pressed to your temple and a blanket draped over you.

— @nikkimaybank with jj maybank

— @marvelousmrsmarvel with peter parker

A leaves baked goods for B anonymously, but B already knows that it's A.

— @sunnymaybank with sarah cameron

A falling asleep while sitting next to B, as there head falls onto B's shoulder, B stays as still as they can, afraid to wake A.

— @/w1segirl with jj maybank

— @/destourtereaux with jj maybank

Looking around for the shirt you left at your s/o's house; only to find it in a drawer with other clothes and items you've left.

— @/taylathornton with rafe cameron

— @/nikkimaybank with jj maybank

B get's so nervous about their dinner date with A that they accidentally make enough food to feed ten people.

— @/perpetualoverthinker with pope heyward

B dancing to music as their cooking or cleaning, and as they spin around A suddenly appears, grabbing onto B and continuing to dance with them.

Dancing around the living room of the first home you've bought together

[noforkingclue]

Hello! It’s me again! Getting sick of me yet?

May I please humbly request Dhawan!master reacting to a drunk reader who longs for McNuggets and cuddles from Master? I’ve inly ever been drunk once, and it wasn’t too much, but it was funny.

Again ignore if you don’t wanna write it.

Note: requests are currently closed

I love writing for Dhawan!Master. He's easily been my favourite thing of the Chibnall era so I'd never pass up the chance of writing for him!

Hope you enjoy some softness!

Title: Stay Over

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You giggled as you looked up at the Master as you stretched out on the sofa. He raised an eyebrow as you raised your arms to him and wiggled your fingers.

“Did you get them?” you asked

The Master wordlessly held up the bag and you beamed at him. You tried to sit up to get the food but the Master stepped out of the way. You flopped against the back of the sofa and pouted at him.

“My food.” You said

“I paid for it.”

“I gave you the money.”

The Master paused for a second before tossing the bag at you. You quickly grabbed it and pulled out the greasy food that you had been craving. The Master sat down on the arm of the sofa and let out a moan as you devoured the nuggets. The Master looked unimpressed and said,

“I do not understand the human obsession with greasy food.”

You held up a nugget and waved it at him.

“Try one and see.”

“No thank you. What reason do you have for why you drunk so much?”

“Didn’t know I needed to have one,” you said, “Do I have to have one?”

“No,” the Master stood up and dusted himself off, “I should be going and you should be getting some sleep. You’re going to have a hangover tomorrow that you’re going to have to deal with.”

Quickly you grabbed his hand and narrowed your eyes at him.

“I know what you’re planning.” You said

“Oh?”

“Oh yes,” you stood up on wobbly legs and poked him in the chest, “You were going to travel into the future so you wouldn’t have to deal with my hangover.”

“No.”

“Oh yes,” you grinned at him, “I know- oh!”

In your drunken hazed you stumbled over your own feet. Before you could hit the floor at the Master wrapped his arms around you and pulled your steady. You rested your head against his chest and closed your eyes. The Master’s grip tightened before quickly loosening again as he said,

“How drunk are you?”

“I don’t see how that’s relevant.”

The Master didn’t reply as he dragged you along to your bedroom. You let out a groan of protest as he dumped you on your bed. You felt yourself slipping off the sleep but the Master tapping you on your shoulder dragged you out of it. You opened your eyes a crack and glared at the Master who held out a glass of water.

“Here.”

“Nah.”

“If I have to stay I’m not dealing with your hangover in the morning. Drink.”

You grumbled in half-hearted protest but even in your drunken state you knew that the Master was right. He smiled as you drunk the water but when he tried to move away you grabbed his hand and pulled you back towards the bed.

“Stay.”

“Why should I?”

“Because I asked nicely?”

You gave the Master’s hand a tug and he sat down on the bed. You gave him your best pleading look and he sighed and he kicked off his shoes and tossed his jacket to the side. You beamed as a lay down next to you and you rested your head on his chest. The Master wrapped an arm around you and pressed a kiss against the side of your head.

“Better?” he asked

“Much. Master?”

“Yes?”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

[idmakeitbehave]

FLUFFY PROMPT #15 AND #16 !!!!!

Good Answer

15. “It was a joke, baby. I swear.”

16. “Are you seriously giving me the silent treatment?”

Word count: 906 // gn!reader

CW: alcohol consumption, like 2 swears

The thump of the baseline felt like it was reverberating through the soles of your feet as you tapped them against the sticky bar floor. “Come on, Spence,” you said yet again, just the hint of a whine in your voice. “Dance with me.”

He just shook his head more vehemently. “No—no, you know I don’t dance.”

You let out a harrumph, propping your head up on one hand and lazily stirring your drink.

Derek leaned over from his spot across the table. “You know I’ll always dance with you, hot stuff,” he said, shooting a wink your way.

The table erupted into fits of laughter at the squeal you let out at his offer. “Yes, yes!” you exclaimed, jumping up and tugging Derek by the hand. The two of you made your way to the crowded little dance floor, loosely swaying to the rhythm of the music.

Spencer remained planted at the table, trying (and failing) not to stare at you as you danced.

A sudden low whisper of “They’re hot right?” from beside him startled him out of his thoughts. Penelope took a long sip of her drink with a raised brow, eyes focused on the dance floor.

Spencer choked out an incoherent response, acutely aware of the heat flooding his face. He turned back to the debate that Emily and JJ were having, though his eyes kept returning to you and Derek.

When the two of you plopped back into your seats, Penelope let out an exaggerated groan. “It’s just unfair how hot you both are. Spencer, you better watch out because I think they might leave us for each other.”

You swatted her on the arm, laughing brightly. “Shut up, Pen. Besides, if I were going to leave Spence for anyone it would be you. You’re clearly the love of my life.” You leaned across the table and planted a sloppy kiss on Penelope’s cheek, earning a loud cheer from Derek and Emily.

Spencer just stared at you with wide, amused eyes.

*

You slumped into the passenger seat, leaning your head against the cool glass of the window. “Can we get food?” you whined under your breath.

“I don’t know,” Spencer said slowly. “Wouldn’t you rather get food with your girlfriend?”

You turned towards him, blinking drowsily in your drunken haze. “What are you talking about?”

“You know—Penelope? The love of your life?”

Your mouth dropped open. “It was a joke, baby. I swear.”

Spencer didn’t say a word, gaze trained on the road. You sighed, head dropping back to the window and eyes fluttering closed. Now was not the time for a stupid argument stemming from a nearly incoherent joke that you had made.

*

The opening of your car door startled you awake and you blinked up at Spencer. “We’re home?”

He just nodded, unbuckling your seatbelt and leading you towards the front door.

“No food?” you asked, stumbling a bit over the cobblestone pathway.

He didn’t say a word. He just unlocked the door, tugging you up the stairs.

“Come on, Spence,” you said. “Are you seriously giving me the silent treatment?”

Still no response.

You grabbed onto the railing with a sigh. “I’m too drunk for this.”

By the time the two of you made it into the apartment, Spencer still had said nothing. You rolled your eyes as you made your way to the kitchen. “I’m hungry.” You rifled through the fridge, pulling out a slice of leftover pizza and shoving it into your mouth unceremoniously.

The room was eerily quiet and you turned around to find that you were completely alone. “Oh, come on, baby,” you called out in between bites. “You know you’re the love of my life. We’ve been married for two fucking years, you idiot.”

You turned back to the counter and propped your elbows up on it, leaning your body weight onto it. Approaching footsteps just a minute later made you stand up straight. “Spencer I—” You took a deep breath before turning towards the source of the noise. You caught sight of him, letting out a laugh that was nearing a cackle. “What the hell are you wearing?”

Spencer stood before you in your oversized rainbow sweater that came down to his bare thighs. His floral fuzzy-sock clad feet slid across the kitchen floor to you before coming to a skidding stop. You grabbed his shoulders, looking him up and down. The cherry on top was the fake flower that he had stuck in his hair, bright purple and so large that it pulled at his curls.

“What do you think?” he asked, pushing his glasses back up to the bridge of his nose with a mischievous grin.

“What on earth are you doing?”

“Channeling the fashionable powers of one Penelope Garcia in the hopes that I can one day earn your love.”

“Oh my god.” You huffed out a laugh. “You’re lucky you’re so cute—but I think you might want to leave the florals to her.”

Spencer stuck out his lower lip in an exaggerated pout, crossing his arms. You just smiled before pressing a kiss to his mouth, effectively wiping the frown off of his face.

“You’re so annoying.” You kissed his cheek before taking his hand and tugging him towards the bedroom.

He raised an eyebrow at you. “And?”

You shrugged. “And I love you. Always. But especially in this rainbow sweater.”

“Good answer. I love you, too.”

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