#like for JJ it's the first time he's let himself actually love another man the way he wants to while for Reggie it's a lot of -

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Points at you. 10 and/or 11 for starstruck?

Two starstruck asks,,,,,,joy of joys,,

Part of an ask game linked here.

#10. What's an au you have for them?

Since them meeting at all is technically an AU i have 3 different ways that they do meet up. There's the one where Juniper ends up with the agency/adjacent to and ends up working with Reggie (have written a fic with this). The next one is Juniper surviving but basically going stealth and living as normal of a life as he can and ending up meeting Reggie through chance (most recent fic I've written). And then there's my personal favourite where Reginald "You're lucky my tracking skills are still up to snuff" Crane keeping himself busy after Phoenix was MIA and finding Juniper still alive (fic I want to write but haven't started mainly because it may end up multi chapter).

In terms of more AU canon bending taking them and putting them in a completely unrelated situation...I have a guilty pleasure Warrior Cats AU for IEYTD in general. Both JJ and Reggie have perfect warrior cats suffixes in their names already (Juniper and Crane) so they're called Junipersong (charcoal bengal) and Craneflight (tabby Norwegian forest cat). It's very silly but the amount of scenes I have in my mind for it...good lord...

#11. How was their first kiss like?

Augh my friend Imp wrote an absolutely excellent fic about it (tragically in the realm of unfinished Google docs) and I'm shaking their hand about it so hard. Basically Juniper kissing Reggie but he like wasn't ready/fully expecting it and Juniper absolutely panicking because he thinks he's misread every interaction between them both since they got closer. The second one is much sweeter though,,

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❝FIDELITY❞ |part5

MASTERLIST -`✮´- Rafe Cameron x Kook!Reader x JJ Maybank

Summary: Kook!Reader’s world is upended by betrayal, and her only way forward might lie with the most unlikely person—JJ Maybank. But as they build a new life together, old flames and past mistakes refuse to stay buried.

Warnings: sadnesses.

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He’d never thought of himself as someone who could be in a serious relationship. He never thought he could be devoted enough, or love someone that deeply. For Rafe, it was beyond impossible. Fleeting interests had always come first in his life.

It’s not that he found it difficult to connect or share feelings with someone; he just never wanted to. He’d always seen it as a waste of time.

Whether love even existed was something he still wasn’t sure of, because he didn’t believe in it.

But he was sure the feelings he had for you were real. He couldn’t say it was love—he wasn’t even sure love existed in that way. But the affection he felt for you was beyond words.

Yes, he was rich—rich enough to support his family for three generations. But he quickly realized that the bond he had with you was his real wealth.

He’d never thought of you as different from anyone else. To him, you were a typical Kook: rich, aware of your own beauty. To overlook that beauty, he would have to be blind.

Yes, he’d liked girls before. He liked spending time with them, preferring quick, physical flings over emotional entanglements. He was the kind of guy who enjoyed one-night stands.

Until he met you.

You’d met in a completely ordinary way. You already knew of each other; you both came from the island’s wealthiest families. It was impossible not to know one another.

When you ended up side by side at one of those dull Kook events, neither of you thought you'd hit it off. You weren't much of a drinker, usually preferring lighter, non-alcoholic cocktails. But that event was so painfully boring that you thought you couldn’t get through it without a drink in hand.

You hadn’t expected him to be there. You hadn’t expected him to want to escape the event, just like you did. And you certainly hadn’t expected that, while grabbing different drinks, the two of you would start talking.

You ended up spending the whole night together, maybe just to pass the time, maybe because you actually enjoyed the conversation—you couldn’t really tell.

But after that night, neither of you could stop thinking about the other.

Surprisingly— you were the first girl to linger in Rafe’s mind without him sleeping with her. He couldn’t get the length of the conversation, or your laugh, out of his head.

From then on, things began to change. At every party, his eyes searched for you. At every Kook event, he hoped to find you alone—watching for those rare moments when you weren’t with your family. He didn’t see you as some object of desire; he saw you for who you were.

He didn’t just want to have sex with you; he wanted to spend time with you.

At parties, the second he saw you, he unconsciously pushed away any girl sitting next to him. He wanted you to see him differently, even though you already knew his reputation.

When he realized you were starting to show up at every party, he started distancing himself from other girls. Not only did he push them aside, but he wouldn’t even let them come close to him. He acted without thinking, because if he had thought it through, he would have found a way to stop himself.

He didn’t want you to see him as a playboy. He wasn’t sure how he wanted you to see him; he just wanted you to see him as… a good person. Even he couldn’t believe he was trying to change himself, but he couldn’t help it.

Rafe looked at you with the same awe an eight-year-old might have if they saw Spider-Man in person.

He couldn’t help but want you. But it wasn’t just desire—he was crazy about you.

Every time you talked, he wanted more. For you, he’d probably break down the atom just so you two could talk about it for hours.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to share a bed. But for the first time, Rafe didn’t feel fixated on that. He didn’t just have sex with you; he made love to you. Every kiss ignited a warmth in his chest. Every time you moaned his name, his heart pounded for you. Every time you held hands, he couldn’t help but kiss your hand.

He’d never felt this way for anyone. No one else was like you. You were the only woman who made him feel like he even had a heart—aside from his mom.

And it went on like that. Rafe stayed loyal to you. Even when you weren’t officially together, when you were just flirting and spending nights together, he never looked at another girl.

At parties, he couldn’t keep his hands off you. Whether it was your hand, your arm, or your waist… he always stayed close. He liked acting as if you two were in a real relationship.

Rafe thought he was just feeling things more intensely than usual. He’d never felt this way about relationships before. You were the woman who’d stayed in his life the longest.

When you two finally got together, it felt like a fairy tale. Everything was perfect, and it stayed that way. Every time he saw you, his heart warmed. Every touch, every time you called him “my love,” it erased the world around him. There was only you. His whole world revolved around you.

Everything was perfect.

Rafe’s life had been nothing but a sea of gray. But the moment you entered his life, all the colors returned.

During the year and a half of your relationship, Rafe felt like he was lying on a beach, listening to the ocean waves. Every moment with you brought a peace to his life like birdsong.

Yes, there were arguments. But you two always found a way through. It was surprising, but he couldn’t stay away from you; he couldn’t stand being apart. You two never even talked about breaking up.

Not until now.

Neither of you had the strength for a breakup conversation. To do that would mean it was truly over. That the beautiful year and a half was done. Rafe had never wanted that. But somehow, he knew his reactions—the way things had spiraled—had led to this moment, and it scared him.

A few weeks back, you’d sent a message saying you were keeping the baby. He hadn’t known what to say. He was afraid, afraid things would stay just like this. And a message saying you were keeping the baby definitely felt like a breakup message in your language. He was sure of that. His heart and mind were at war.

Every moment with you had made his heart race with love and excitement; he’d never felt this kind of weight—especially from you.

“Earth to Rafe! Get it together, dude.” Kelce’s voice snapped him out of it, and Rafe looked up from his drink to find Kelce looking ready to shake him. He hadn’t even realized how lost in thought he was. His day-to-day was becoming affected.

He was lovesick, but he was the one who’d pushed you away.

Rafe dropped his hand from his chin and ran his fingers through his hair. He hated looking weak. He’d worked so hard to prove that he wasn’t. He wanted to show everyone a breakup wouldn’t break him. His eyes, lips, and face might lie, but his mind was consumed with thoughts of you. “I’m fine,” he replied, his voice firm. He felt like he was losing his mind when he wasn’t with you, but he wasn’t ready to accept what came with you.

He liked risk, loved adrenaline. He enjoyed going full throttle, ignoring the dangers.

And you were pregnant. With Rafe’s baby.

There were so many times he wanted to erase that thought from his mind. He wanted to pretend it didn’t exist. He loved you like crazy, but this wasn’t the life he wanted or was ready for.

He didn’t feel good enough to be a father. He wasn’t at an age to start a family. He had a whole life to live. He could spend years with you, but he wasn’t ready to start a family. All he wanted was you. Just you, without all that extra.

Rafe rubbed his eyes, feeling suffocated by his thoughts, glancing around. He was sick of this stupid place. Golfing, hanging out at the country club—it all felt so fake. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, as if he was suffocating even though they were outside.

It was like the sunny sky suddenly turned to pouring rain in front of his eyes.

“This place is boring as fuck. I’m out.” He raised a hand to call for the check, noticing the questioning looks from Topper and Kelce. He didn’t owe them any explanation. Who were they to him anyway?

As if they were so important…

“I swear, serious relationships are a disease. If it’s gotten even to Rafe Cameron…” Rafe exhaled heavily, watching the waiter approach as Topper’s mocking laughter echoed. Even his friends talking like that was getting to him.

He’d already gotten into a fight with Kelce over you weeks ago. Even if things were over between you, he wasn’t going to forgive Kelce, not after he’d slut-shamed you. Topper clearly wanted things to cool down, hoping his two closest friends would both be at his upcoming birthday.

"It's like he's had a serious relationship before and found someone to actually date," Topper snickered, while Kelce nudged him under the table. Kelce looked ready to lunge at him, clearly annoyed, and Topper seemed just as irritated. Bringing up your situation, knowing it would rile Rafe, made him look like he was out for a fight. If they weren’t at the golf club, Rafe was sure Kelce would be on him in a heartbeat.

"Talk like your dating history’s any better, it’s hilarious. First, there's Ruthie—total bitch nightmare. Then there's Sarah Cameron, your best friend’s sister. Clean up your act first, creep."

Rafe could hardly stand it anymore. If he heard Kelce mention one more name from his life, he was going to knock him out. He’d rather throw himself off a cliff than lose more brain cells listening to these two idiots. When their chatter finally died down, Rafe took a deep breath. He hated this.

"Hey Sofia, you look as… Pogue as ever. You guys just love that, don’t you?" Topper grinned, watching the waitress as she met his gaze with a blank look, as if his very presence annoyed her. She quickly shifted her attention back to Rafe. Watching the exchange, Topper nudged Kelce, amused by the interest sparking in Sofia's eyes. He couldn’t help but find it funny.

As Rafe took out his wallet, he listened to his friends’ ongoing conversation. "I can't be alone here with you in this dumb place. I can’t stand you and your girlfriend. It’s like the two of you found your perfect match.” Instead of responding, Topper rolled his eyes and ignored Kelce as he took out his wallet.

Topper, like Kelce and Rafe, took out his wallet, muttering, "Right, says the guy with so many partners he’s practically a walking biohazard."

Kelce's eyes widened as he insisted that wasn’t true, making Topper chuckle. He loved stretching the truth for a laugh. Kelce rolled his eyes, quickly handing his card to the waitress, while Rafe’s gaze drifted to his open wallet. He couldn’t help but notice the photo tucked inside—a picture of you and him.

Was this how you’d keep showing up in his life?

Would you just appear, throwing yourself in his face whenever he least expected it?

He hadn’t seen you in weeks. Rafe wasn’t sure if you were avoiding him or if you were holed up somewhere, in your own world. He sighed as he looked at the photo, memories washing over him. He missed the old days, and the weight of this picture hit him so hard he felt disoriented. Your cheeks pressed together in the photo, with Rafe's arms wrapped around your waist while you snapped the shot. That smile on your face—it was so beautiful he couldn’t look away. He could’ve stared at you for hours, just watching. He had watched you sleep so many times. Somehow, you only grew more beautiful each time he saw you.

His love for you was a flame that refused to die, and it didn’t take a genius to see it. He loved you.

Though he couldn’t admit it, he was scared. It shouldn’t have ended like this, but he didn’t know what to do.

Rafe wasn’t one for big moments. He wasn’t known for making the best decisions. He’d usually take his time, mulling things over until he was sure they were right. But in quick decisions, he tended to mess up and stumble.

Hearing about your pregnancy face-to-face had sent a wave of panic crashing through him. Even though he had no idea what to do, he tried to keep his composure. He couldn’t forget the moment you’d tearfully said the two of you were a mistake. He wasn’t used to seeing you cry. Those red eyes of yours were burned into his memory.

He didn’t want regrets. He didn’t want to wish he’d done things differently.

But the thought of a happy ending with you? That had never even crossed his mind.

As he kept looking at the photo, a faint smile tugged at his lips. He couldn’t help but remember that day. Time with you had been so perfect, filling him with warmth every time he thought of it.

He remembered it so clearly. It was your third month together, seven months since everything between you had started. You’d shared countless special moments. Every experience with you was a first for him. Whatever you two did, he felt like a clueless schoolboy with a crush—and he meant that.

Who had he ever woken up with, wrapped in his arms? Who else’s hair had he smelled as he fell asleep? Who else’s eyes had he gazed into, getting lost? Who else had made his heart race like this?

No one. In some ways, Rafe Cameron was a total virgin Mary.

For the first time in ages, your family had to go overseas, leaving you home alone—for a week. Being with you felt like a vacation to him. You swam, you cooked, he tried to make you breakfast, you showered together, you slept…

That week was so perfect he felt like he was filled with peace. He’d replay it in his mind over and over again. You and those memories were always there. Always would be.

This photo was taken just after you’d both showered, right before cooking a meal together for the first time. You both made dinner that evening. It wasn’t the best, but because you’d done it together, no amount of money could buy a meal that meaningful.

It was honestly an achievement for you both. You went into the kitchen at six and finally finished cooking by nine. At one point, you even considered ordering pizza but convinced each other you were close to done. And then you spent another two hours in the kitchen—guess it wasn’t so “close” after all.

It was such a beautiful day.

After dinner, you’d made sex.

As he felt his smile widen at the memory, a sudden jab to his leg snapped his attention back. His smile faded instantly, replaced by his usual hard look. Trying to figure out what had happened, he noticed the waitress waiting for him. Frustration bubbled up in him for interrupting his happy thoughts of you. He looked away from the photo, quickly pulling out his card without making eye contact. He knew that if he looked at you, he wouldn’t be able to look away.

"Sofia’s waiting. Just give her what she wants," Topper teased, a smirk on his face, as Rafe sighed and tapped his card.

If he gave attention to every girl who showed interest, like he used to, he’d never be able to keep a serious relationship. Not that he was sure your relationship was even still… ongoing.

But he was certain he’d be off the market for a while. Touching someone else after you didn’t feel right. Embarrassingly enough, he doubted he’d even, well, respond to anyone else.

He stood up, grabbing his keys as he hurried past the waitress without a second glance. As crazy as it might make him to be alone, he couldn’t handle his friends’ stupid conversations any longer.

Even if it drove him mad, he couldn’t stay by Topper or Kelce’s side for another second.

As soon as he got in his car, his phone rang, and he let out a long sigh. Not a single moment of peace today. His thin veneer of calm was barely hanging on, and it felt like the day was determined to shatter it. Starting the car, he glanced at the number on the screen before it even connected.

Wheezie Cameron.

What on earth could she want?

Honestly, if Wheezie was calling him, it’d better be because she was in actual danger or Rose had finally stormed out of the house for good.

He was really hoping for the second one. He didn’t have a penny to spare right now.

“What?” he answered, not hiding his irritation. All he wanted was to get out of this trashy place and be stretched out at home with the ocean in view. No Wheezie, no Rose, and definitely no Ward. In fact, he’d had it with all of them. He was so done with seeing the same faces every day.

All he wanted was silence.

“Hello to you too, Rafe.” Rafe couldn’t help but roll his eyes at her tone. It drove him crazy. He wanted to chuck his phone out the window. Whatever Wheezie needed, she’d better spit it out so he could say no, hang up, and blast Kendrick Lamar.

“Just tell me, Wheezie. I’m not in the mood.” Wheezie was still young, and Rafe tried—halfheartedly—to keep from cursing around her. Ward and Rose had chewed him out about his language, and sure, they had a point. But it was annoying. He was the big brother—though honestly, he’d have preferred being an only child.

“Nope,” she said smugly. Rafe tightened his grip on the wheel, jaw clenched. Why did both his sisters have to be such idiots? It was like God deliberately made both his sisters total morons. “I’m not telling you a thing until you say hello properly.”

Rafe slammed his hand against the steering wheel, fighting the urge to yell. He forced himself to keep his eyes open. He was driving, after all, and the last thing he wanted was a crash. But if Wheezie kept this up, he’d be losing control of the wheel voluntarily.

“Hello! Hello, Wheezie! Now, spill it!” The words came out as a shout before he could stop himself. Immediate regret hit him. His temper was awful lately. You were gone. In short, he was a mess.

When he heard her give a dramatic sigh, he pinched the bridge of his nose. She wasn’t fazed, of course. She was used to this, barely fazed by him anymore. Classic Rafe, right? “So, I was out today. Shopping with Rose—”

Rafe knew how his sister worked—unfortunately. She wasn’t excitable, but she loved to narrate. Whatever the hell had happened, she was going to start from the million hours leading up to it. With a deep breath, he braced himself for the full play-by-play, including the time of day and every store clerk’s name. God help him if she started counting her steps…

The Kendrick Lamar dream was officially dead.

He had zero interest in listening to a full breakdown of her day with Rose, but if he hung up, Wheezie would go ballistic. She’d tell their dad, and Ward would chew him out for that, too. That he couldn’t deal with. Right now, he just wanted a bit of time to himself. Just some peace. Just him, alone.

“Then, I saw this blue dress—”

Rafe wanted to drive the car straight off a cliff. He couldn’t handle this. This was killing him. Every pointless detail Wheezie added wrecked his efforts to calm down.

“...and then we left, and we ran into Sarah. She asked about you. Can you believe it? Then she said she wanted to meet up— Family reunion!”

What the—what is even happening?

Even when you were holding your baby in your mind, all you could think about was ice cream. The cravings were off the charts. Sometimes, you wanted something so badly it felt like the world might end if you didn’t get it. Lately, strawberries were your biggest craving. You couldn’t stop. If your hands weren’t stained red from eating so many, you felt like you’d explode.

But right now, your mind had drifted back to ice cream. You wanted vanilla ice cream so much you could’ve dived into a whole tub of it.

You wanted someone with you when the cravings hit. Someone who’d put up with your fussing—like Rafe.

Just thinking about him made you tense, which was happening way too often these days. Especially now, carrying his baby, it was almost always on your mind, making you anxious.

Being alone was really hard. You’d never felt alone in a crowd—until now.

You waited.

You really waited. When you told him you were keeping the baby, you’d waited for some kind of response. You’d waited for him to call, to come over, to tell you he’d be there. But he never showed.

He didn’t text, didn’t call, didn’t make an effort. He left you to handle this alone.

To be honest, you hadn’t been sure you’d even keep the baby when you first told him. You were just so angry, you’d wanted him to think you would. But even so, your mind never actually veered toward an abortion, though you had the right. There was nothing wrong with choosing an abortion—but you’d decided you wanted this baby.

The idea of a man controlling a woman’s choices was sickening. Having an abortion was a right, just like having a child was.

When you went for your first appointment and saw the baby for the first time, your heart raced. They asked if the father would be coming, and you didn’t want to answer, but a quick “No” slipped out. Your mind wanted him nowhere near this, but your heart couldn’t quite let go.

Luckily, you’d always been someone who chose her head over her heart.

An “almost-man” who’d abandoned you with his child—he wasn’t worth it. He wasn’t even a man at all; he was just a boy.

Taking responsibility was part of it. You’d respected his boundaries. He’d made it clear he didn’t want this, so you’d made your choice to raise the baby on your own.

Single motherhood would be hard, but you wanted this child.

And you’d do what Rafe wanted. He didn’t want the baby, so you’d make sure he’d never see it. You’d make sure he’d never touch, never meet this child.

When you were on that exam table, he should have been the one holding your hand.

But he wasn’t.

The support came from where you hadn’t expected it.

Your mom.

She was still upset you were keeping the baby, but it didn’t take her long to understand this was your life. The day you’d left home in anger had seemed to shock her into a full 180.

You knew your dad didn’t approve, either, but they’d never once turned their backs on you. Maybe they were scared you’d leave and never come back. Who knows?

When you learned the baby was healthy, you felt a deep calm settle over you. The doctor told you it was too early to know the gender, but you could wait. That was okay.

You were two months and three weeks along.

Despite everything, all the heartache, when you listened to the baby’s heartbeat, it was like none of it had ever happened. When your mom saw your eyes welling up, she quickly looked down, but she squeezed your hand and smiled.

From the woman who’d once shouted for you to get an abortion, to the one tearing up over her grandchild…

It was strange.

The baby was healthy. There was no sign of any issues. And soon enough, in just a few weeks, you’d know the gender. That made you happy.

Your hands were shaking when they gave you the ultrasound photo. You didn’t feel shy about asking for a few extras—you wanted to put them everywhere. The reality of it struck you all over again. You were going to have a baby, to be a mother, and there were only months left to go.

You’d be a mom, and you’d do whatever it took to give this child a good life.

You

Are you still working at the ice cream shop?

JJ Maybank

Nah, got fired.

Why?

You

Shit. I really need some ice cream.

JJ Maybank

Ok.

Vanilla or chocolate?

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Friendly face (Part 2)

A/N: I may have misjudged the amount of people that would love receptionist x hotch, and I never planned on a part 2 but I will always succumb to peer pressure.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Receptionist!Reader.

Summary: Now that his favourite receptionist works on his floor (with absolutely no intervention from himself), Aaron finds himself almost as smitten as his son.

Word Count: 609

Warnings: fluff in a way that my heart hurts

part 1 here!! and part three!!!

While working in the main reception had been interesting over the years, it was nothing compared to working on the BAU floor.

Firstly, the team had taken to her so well, and everyone absolutely adored her. Penelope especially, considering she now had someone that constantly stayed back just like her. Spencer, too, is an absolute sweetheart that she would probably die for.

Whenever they came back from cases, she always had a new batch of whatever she’d been baking just for them.

However, the team found out about her ‘first come gets two’ stipulation that she had, and didn’t like that it constantly went to Hotch. Plus he’d go on to get a third that supposedly went to Jack, but Morgan was convinced that he just eats it on the way home and his son doesn’t see a crumb.

Being accused of favouritism, especially with the Unit Chief, wasn’t something she expected, but she embraced it readily. Played into it, actually.

Absolutely adoring the way he would pretend that he hadn't ever taken two - “let alone three Morgan, get a grip” - but then made a big thing of packing two small paper-wrapped treats into his bag in full view of the team.

Accompanied by her soft giggles from the receptionist desk that she desperately tried to hide as they all walked out.

Although, her absolute favourite times at the BAU were when JJ and (especially) Hotch’s kids visited. They now swarmed her desk, asking so damn cutely for candy and treats that she’d happily sneak to them.

While Henry was adorable, Jack was absolutely her favourite.

Today, as she walked into the bullpen to sort out some files, she was met by the joyful giggles of the younger Hotchner boy running at her. Until she had a mess of blonde hair buried into her stomach that nearly ran her over.

“Oh~! How is my favourite Hotchner!”

“Good.”

The voice that responded wasn’t exactly the one she had expected.

It didn’t come from the muffled face buried into her pastel pink cardigan, it wasn’t high pitched and excited - moments away from begging for another candy - and it certainly didn’t belong to the younger Hotchner currently lolling his head back to look up at her.

Instead, as she looked up, she was met with the amused glance of Aaron Hotchner. A man who appeared far too smug for his own good.

Deciding to blatantly ignore the other agents as he walked over to them, ruffling his son's hair and talking softly. Easing the files from her hand.

“Don’t knock her over Jack, or she won’t give us biscuits anymore.”

The boy pouted and she knew she could never deny him anything, looking up to smack Aaron’s arm softly. Giving him a playfully scolding look.

“I would never deny my favourite Hotchner anything.”

“I should think not.”

Neither of them delved into whether or not she meant Jack or Aaron. Knowing it wasn’t worth getting into right now - he’d interrogate her over their dinner on the weekend.

With a gentle brush to the small of her back, Aaron slipped past her towards his office, and she looked back down to Jack. Smushing his little cheeks and leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead, leaving a pink smudge behind that left him giggling all over again.

Whispering down at him that she would never withhold treats from him, and sneaking him off to grab some more while his dad wasn’t looking.

Not realising that he was looking from his office, that gentle smile on his face to see his son so comfortable with someone else.

To be so comfortable with her.

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tough guy | rafe cameron

paring - rafe cameron x gf!reader

warnings - mentions of violence and getting stabbed

summary - rafe is telling you, topper and kelce about his day and brings up the fact he got into yet another fight. you don't like this so decide to put him in his place, knowing you're the only one who can (not set in any particular season).

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to anyone else, dating rafe cameron would be scary, a struggle even. he's a man known for his reputation and will do anything to uphold it. whenever he enters a room all eyes are on him and it amazes you how he commands such attention without any effort at all. his features are strong and bold, just like his personality, and it's this that drew you in in the first place. the way he kept everyone at a distance, not letting anyone in.

except you.

you love a challenge and were determined to be let into his world. you're headstrong, stubborn, and know exactly what you want in life, stopping at nothing to get it. you're hot too, of course, but it's your determination that rafe thinks made him fall for you. it's like he's dating himself your personalities are so similar.

and you love to push his buttons, calling him out about whatever dumb shit he does.

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you're sitting on the sofa at tannyhill, rafe's arm slung over your shoulder to keep you next to him as he rambles on about another reckless thing he's done today. topper and kelce are scattered around the living room, taking turns to finish the joint you don't want anymore, listening to rafe. they're seemingly invested in whatever he's saying whereas you sit there scrolling through instagram, paying barely any attention to him.

"and then he pulled a knife on me," he laughs, "was fucking crazy."

your ears perk up, throwing his arm off your shoulder and sitting up to properly look at him. he looks at you briefly before going to carry on what he was saying but you cut him off.

"are you fucking crazy?" you ask, finger poking into his chest.

the room goes silent. topper and kelce freezing, in shock you spoke to rafe like that without him immediately shouting at you.

his eyes narrow at you and his brows furrow, "no? what's that meant to mean?"

"you were reckless, rafe. you can't start throwing punches every chance you get. jj literally pulled a fucking knife on you and you're here laughing about it." you say, voice raising from anger.

"you don't tell me what to do." rafe says, jaw clenched from being spoken to like that in front of his friends.

you match his intense stare, "i think i have every right to if you're putting yourself in a situation where you could die."

"he tried to sink my boat, i'm not just letting that shit slide! it's not like he'd actu-" he starts before you cut him off.

"don't you dare say he wasn't serious! what if he was, huh?" you snap, getting up and standing in front of him, "what if he actually stabbed you and i got a phone call saying you were in hopsital or that your body had been found? then what?"

it's quiet for a moment, rafe thinking over what you said. he feels guilty now, not really thinking about the consequences if something were to actually have happened, his adrenaline having clouded his rational judgement at the time.

"alright, alright. i get it baby. i'm sorry." he holds his hands up in mock surrender.

"you're not invincible just because you're rafe cameron. i don't want anything to happen to you."

he stands up, pulling you into him but you don't budge, arms crossed over your chest.

"i'm sorry for being reckless," he whispers into your hair, before he smirks, "but don't act like you don't love that i'm rafe cameron."

you roll your eyes, wrapping your arms around him now, "not when you're acting like this, i don't. just... promise to cool it. it hurts me when you come home covered in blood and bruises from yet another fight you've been in."

"okay, i promise i'll try. you're lucky you're hot." he mutters.

"you're lucky i put up with your shit." you counter, a smile on your lips.

while you and rafe were busy arguing, topper and kelce were silently smoking the joint, sharing looks every so often as they listened in.

"how does she get away with speaking to him like that?" topper whispers to kelce in disbelief.

"i have something he can't live without." you quip with a wink, overhearing him.

"okay, gross." kelce says.

"his words." you shrug.

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hiiii, hope ur doing well sweetheart!!

jus wanted to ask if you could write a fic, reader taking care of drunk jj? no smut tho, thank you sosoos much:)

hiii amoresss!! here it is and sending much loveee! `✦ ˑ ִֶָ 𓂃⊹

"jayjay? are you okay?" you ask softly, bending down to check on him. he was lying face down on the couch outside the chateau, blinking his eyes open to meet yours. 

"m'finebabe" he slurs, closing his eyes again when you brush back a strand of his hair away from his eye.

"you're drunk aren't you?"

"no way." he mumbles, you furrow your eyebrows watching him lazily sit himself up to prove he isn't drunk. "you look so pretty, oh man." he sighs to himself.

"yes you are...so very drunk." you giggle when he stares at you with wide comical eyes.

"hey! i can handle a few drinks!" he scowled, pointing his finger at you.

"clearly... let's go inside, i'll get you some water and medicine."

you grab both of his hands to help him off the couch but he just tilts his head back and lets you try to pull him up knowing you really weren't that strong, especially if he was weighing himself down on purpose. 

"jj! m'trying to help you!" you whine letting go of his hands, letting them drop back down to his sides. 

"you know what i want?" he grins stupidly,

"what?"

"a kiss, jus' one and then i'll do what you say, i swear!" he slaps his hand to his chest and the other hand in the air like he's actually swearing. 

"mm nmm." you shake your head, he then makes a "pinch" sign with his fingers to show that he just wants a "little" one. "help me, help you!" he tries to reason.

"maybe later baby, you are like so completely wasted right now." 

jj rolls his eyes dramatically and pushes himself up off the couch slowly. following him into the house, he walks over to the kitchen and stands there like he's waiting for you to do the work and get him water and medicine so you fix him up a glass of water and hand him some aspirin. 

you watch him chug down the water, droplets dripping down the sides of his mouth as he drinks. you take the glass from him and fill it again with more water, repeating that at least one more time before he declines it claiming that you are gonna make him he's piss himself.

"i'm so unbelievably hungry right now, it's wild." he breathes still obviously kinda intoxicated. setting down the empty glass down on the counter, he opens up the fridge. 

"well, i can make you a grilled cheese?" you stand behind him, peeking into the fridge. 

"wan'me to help you?" he turns around to look down at you, raising his eyebrows.

"s'okay jayjay, go lay down and i'll bring it to you." smiling you place a hand on his cheek and kiss the other right on his dimple, ushering him out of the kitchen. 

"not too much butter on the pan!" he shouts as we walks away, pointing his finger at you again.

"i know how you like it! " you shout back.

you find where he's resting now and hand him the plate. he gratefully takes it and thanks you, immediately inhaling the sandwich.

"good?" you smile at him, happy that he's enjoying what you made him.

"very." 

"lets hope you don't get a major hangover tomorrow..." you sigh and lay down on the bed next to him.

"wan' some?" he shoves half of the grilled cheese in your face, you take a little bitty bite right where he had.

"could eat this for the rest of my life, you know that cupcake?" he shakes his head exaggeratedly like its the first time he's ever tasted a grilled cheese, completely in awe.

you just nod bringing your hand up to draw little shapes on his back while he just sits there eating. it was a comfortable silence, besides the soft music playing in the background that was left on coming from another room. he loved when you took care of him when he would get a bit drunk, even if he wouldn't remember most of it tomorrow morning.

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Bachelors

Pairing - JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader Summary - Y/n is the kook JJ has been effortlessly in love with for years now. Only problem being: she didn't date pogues. Warnings - good bit of angst, alcohol use, implications of sex Words - 2.2K

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JJ should have been used to it by now. The flashy dresses which hugged her figure like a glove; the way her eyelids would flutter at the sight of any half-decent man; the smile she wore which was ever so slick and sinister. JJ also should have known that any kook with no originality or personality (pretty much all of them) would have brought Y/n here, to the restaurant he worked at.

Some would call it a coincidence that JJ happened to be on shift that night, but the boy himself believed this was God looking to taunt him. Her giggles erupted through the rest of the candle-lit room. Kook couples and families all intertwined, forkfuls of food and a demand for the waiter's attention. Yet the only attention that JJ cared for was Y/n's - and she was giving  her all to the mediocre first date.

"And you know, the Grady White, it's a good boat, but it has nothing on the original." JJ overheard Y/n's date explain. He was some level-headed kook whose personality consisted of the white polo shirt he was currently wearing and boats apparently.

He slowed by their table, struggling to keep any sort of eye contact that wasn't a burning glare. "Can I get you guys anything else?" He questioned. "The bill?" Please say yes, JJ pleaded within his head. Whenever she didn't get another drink after the third course, the date had been a futile one.

But she flashed a smile and flicked her hair around as to face the blond, "Just another wine please." And like that, any hope faded from his pupils. He nodded, gave her date a stare before turning and rushing back to the kitchen.

She'd had two drinks after the third course. JJ knew what that meant: she was taking him home. He had talked to the girl enough as well as watched enough of these dates play out, and he was well aware of her tells. JJ knew when Y/n was interested in actually getting to know the date, when she definitely wasn't and when, like now, she was only interested in taking him home. And no matter how hard he tried, preyed and attempted to slither his way in, JJ was never one of her bachelors.

He was lucky to grab her before she slipped from the restaurant. His hand gently tugging at her arm, prompting her focus on him. "Hey," His voice was breathy, a whisper against the air between them. "You really going home with this idiot?" His head nodded to the door where, passed such, her date was awaiting their taxi.

A laugh escaped her lips, "What? You gonna stop me?" There emerged that smile, that sickening, sweet smile JJ was captivated by.

His hand never left from her arm. It lingered. "I just- he doesn't know what he's talking about." The blond had huffed. "That stuff about boats. I mean that's- it's obscene, you know that, Y/n."

"JJ, I'm not gonna reject him over his preference in boats." Her chuckle steadied as she suddenly became eager to join the man.

But the pogue tilted his head, never daring to let his touch leave her. "Maybe you should." His tone was serious. Only to be broken by the grin which was hanging at Y/n's lips.

"I'll see you later." And like that, she turned, taking steps away from him as his finger tips fell from her forearm.

As he had done a hundred times before, JJ watched the girl leave. He should have been collecting the bill of the other table, but he chose it better to loom for a moment, right until her shadow exited the restaurant completely and he was left wondering if Y/n would ever turn to a pogue and take them on a similar date.

By the next morning, there came no surprise to JJ when the girl wondered in. No longer dressed in her silky, expensive material but rather denim shorts and a t-shirt. The sort of thing she'd never wear to a date. The sort of thing she only wore around her friends, people like JJ for instance who was setting up for their lunch time rush.

"Later than I expected." He called as she drew closer to the boy. He had napkins shoved in both hands, rushing as he placed them down on the different tables.

There still lingered that smile at Y/n's lips. But her nightly experience had urged the enthusiasm to fade. "The guy wouldn't leave till he got my number." She informed, tailing behind him as she did many mornings after dates. "Had to give him a fake one." There came no reply from JJ and Y/n swore she had never seen someone so focused on napkins. "Here, let me-"

Her hands were reaching out to a grasp them, to help her friend, but her offer had been snatched away. JJ turned, a sour look dwindling in his pupils. "I've got it." He huffed before continuing on. "You ever think that maybe this isn't working for you?" He questioned, eyes centred on the tables he was decorating.

Y/n's brow raised, "What do you mean?"

"The dates." Said JJ, finally glancing to meet her dull expression. There came no smile anymore, just a reflection of apathy. "None of them seem to be turning into anything."

She thought on it for a moment but found herself shrugging, "Hm, I guess." JJ paused too as to face the girl. "But I've got the best system going. Possible bachelor walks in and I've already got JJ Maybank as my wingman for the night." She giggled at her words - something JJ hadn't accompanied her with.

"You ever think about dating someone who you've actually had more than one conversation with." He suggested, treading lightly into these uncharted waters.

"And where's the fun in that?" There laid a cheeky glint in her eye that JJ attempted (and failed) to ignore as he shook his head, walking back towards the front of house.

"I wouldn't have to listen to you complaining every week for one." He noted.

Absant-mindedly, Y/n swung an arm around JJ's shoulder. It was in that moment that the boy truly couldn't ignore the glint which settled in her gaze. "But I tip you so much." She argued.

His head tilted, "You mean you get your 'bachelors-" He added the air quotation marks to such, "to pay."

Y/n hummed, "Same difference."

"I honestly don't know why I help you." JJ uttered.

The girl leaned closer to him, "Because you love me." A paused followed before she continued, "And if you didn't, then who would I pretend is my toxic ex-boyfriend whenever a guy starts giving my the creeps."

Her arms slipped from him and she watched this expression mould carefully. All this time Y/n had been bombing on about dates, this and that, she had yet to come to note the sorrow look which was drowning JJ. The glimpse of such had made the smile dissipate from Y/n herself. "I can't do this forever, Y/n." The blond admitted.

"What do you mean?" Her words came with a chuckle as to try and lighten the suddenly thick atmosphere; it hadn't worked.

"I mean, my job isn't to play pretend boyfriend for you, or listen to how terrible or fantastic your date is going." He was seething and Y/n had never seen JJ so agitated. "My job is to wait tables, to clear plates and clean tables. I guess as a kook you don't understand that."

She shifted, a part of her aching just knowing this was how JJ felt, "JJ, I'm sorry, I didn't realise-"

"Of course you didn't." He interjected before giving her the chance to continue with his words. "All you talk to me about is this guy and that one. You know now I think on it, I can't remember the last time you actually gave a shit about what was going on in my life. I shouldn't even be surprised. You're a kook, what's it matter to you the shit that's going on in my pathetic pogue life."

The boy was about to turn, barely having it in him to look at that down-hearted expression the girl wore. But, before he was able to do so, Y/n reached out, her hand cupping his. "I'm sorry that maybe I'm bad at showing it, but I care so much for you JJ." He knew he was weak against her soft gaze. "I really do."

But as his gaze flickered between her and her hands, he couldn't bare it anymore. "Yeah, well maybe it's not that you're bad at showing it, maybe you just don't at all." And like that, he snatched his palm away, turned his back and rushed off so Y/n couldn't follow him.

She stood in the loneliness of the restaurant with thoughts flooding. Never had she stood in the spot she was now without someone at her side. Suddenly, Y/n came to realise how daunting that empty space was. It taunted her and she wanted nothing but than for JJ to return. But it seemed that, without even realising it, she had just drove the boy away.

It lasted a week. Y/n tossed and turned rather than sleeping. Her mind was a wandering mess and she couldn't even fill such with the futile dates she would usually arrange. So, rather, she had no choice but to fumble around her thoughts. Her mind went over and over the words JJ had spat at her that day. And she wondered if she would ever be able to make it up to him.

With JJ's words in mind, she strung together a plan. She contacted the restaurant, making sure he wasn't working that Saturday night and once such was confirmed, she organised the rest of her plan. As was her usual, Y/n was in her silky dresses, her hair perfected and her smile not daring to faulter. The only difference being that this night in particular, she wasn't waiting outside some kook house, or waiting for some flashy sports car to show up. Instead, she was in the cut, wandering up to JJ Maybanks looking like she didn't belong.

Her knuckles gripped the flowers in her hand as she huffed, climbing up to JJ's porch. With her free hand, she knocked against it, waiting patiently as heavy footsteps followed. The door swung open so abruptly it had almost made the girl jump. "Well, hello there, pretty lady." Sung Luke.

Y/n had only met JJ's dad a couple of times. Though, he was usually drunk or high when that had happened. But she'd heard stories. Some from JJ, some from other people on the island. Criminal, scum, dirty pogue. He lived up to the stories. "Erm, sorry, is JJ in?" She questioned, hoping she could keep conversation with Luke to a minimum.

He gave her the once over before his head turned back, "JJ! There's some rich lady at the door for you!" He yelled, loitering at the door before their came rumbles of sound from another part of the house.

"What? Dad I told you to send sales people away-" His words were aimless until he came from his room, his eyes settling on the girl who was standing in the doorway. "Y/n." He spoke her name like a breath of fresh air.

She offered a smile, "Hi."

JJ gave his dad a glance before taking his place, Luke wandering further into the house. "What are you doing here?" He inquired, staring between her dress, the flowers and her features.

"Showing you I care." She passed over the flowers and he took them with knitted brows.

"You bought be flowers?"

The girl could only shrug, "And there's a table booked at 7."

The boy wanted to be mad, but he couldn't. Not with the way she was looking at him. "What? Am I meant to be your date for the night?" There was humour in his tone.

"You'd have to forgive for that." She tested the waters with her words.

And when he took a step out onto the porch, she knew she had won against the odds. "And I here I was thinking you didn't date pogues." He said, coming to her side, offering his arm.

Y/n linked it with her own, "Only you." Her eyes glistened at him. Not like they did with the kooks she walked at the side of. Tonight, they were glistening in relief that the one boy she truly cared for finally saw such.

They hadn't even made it to the car when JJ had leaned over, brow raised, "You are gonna pay for it right?" A giggle escaped her lips. But she certainly owed it him.

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Secret Santa

Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

-Description: You and Spencer are together. It's secret Santa time.

-Warnings: Fluffiness

-Word count: 1157

-Note: A sweet fic for the upcoming holidays. Do you guys love Christmas as much as me?🎄🎁

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Y/N POV:

'That was delicious, Dave.' JJ complimented the Italian man, the whole team agreeing.

'You really went all out this year.'

'Of course, I went all out. It's Christmas Eve for God's sake.' he replied, while we all laughed.

'My favorite was the wiiiiine.' Penelope giggled, as she poured herself another glass of wine, causing everyone to chuckle.

It became a tradition to all celebrate Christmas Eve at David's place. It was nice, spending time together without standing next to a dead body. Another tradition was secret Santa. The game you pull blindly a name out of a bowl to thereafter buy a Christmas present for that person. I've always loved it.

'Calm down with the wine, baby girl. We don't want a re-do of last year, when you all told us what's in the presents, before we got to actually open them.'

I giggled at Derek's statement, as I felt someone sitting on the couch next to me. Looking up, it was my genius boyfriend.

After pinning at one another for almost a year, the pretty boy himself admitted his feelings and asked me out for a date. The situation it happened wasn't the normal one, though. It was the end of a workday at the BAU, as the elevator suddenly decided to stop working. While we were in it! After panicking at first, and calling the team, we got stuck for a good hour. Which let us to admit our feelings for one another, all while curled up on the elevator floor. After that, time went on, and so did the dates. And, then there was one special moment were he asked me to be his girlfriend. I am still thankful for that elevator to stop working on that special day.

'It's secret Santa time!' David announced, and everyone went to grab their presents from under the Christmas tree, before heading to the comfortable couch.

JJ pulled Emily's name and bought her a gift card from a nice clothing shop and a tequila bottle. Emily got Aaron and decided to gift him with a black coat and a reading light for if he goes over paperwork in bed. Aaron drew Derek's name and bought him two tickets to a football game and a new tool belt for when he is renovating homes. Derek got David and gifted him new cooking equipment and a bottle of 30 years old scotch. David pulled Penelope's name and decided to gift her a pair of beautiful, pink heels and two tickets to a theater play. Penelope got JJ and presented her with a gorgeous necklace she's been talking about buying but never got around to and a mock with a text saying: "I'm a mom, what's your superpower?".

As everyone was done gifting the other their presents, they all realized Spencer and I drew each others names, considering we're the only ones left.

'Of course the two love birds got each other.' Derek commented, a grin plastered on his face. Although, it didn't went unnoticed by me when Derek winked at JJ, who was already grinning by herself. Then, it hit me that JJ was the one who was in charge of the bowl full of names.

'Okay, pretty girl, you first.' Derek said, as I gave my present to Spencer.

I watched as he carefully tore the wrapping paper off, revealing the first edition copy of the book The Illustrated Man by Ray Bradbury.

'No (Y/N), you did not!' he exclaimed, enthusiastic.

'How did you- Where did you-' he looked flabbergasted and guilty at the same time.

'You didn't have to, I would have been fine with a gift card from the book store. This must have costed you a fortune.'

'Ahh, not quite, genius. Well, I was last helping my grandparents with moving out. They're going to live in an apartment instead of a way too big house, like I told you. And, surprisingly, I found the book on the attic amongst some other books. I got it for free.' he kept staring at me in shock, still flabbergasted. He instantly wrapped me into a greatful hug, pressing multiple kisses on my head.

'Thank you. Thank you so much!'

'That's not all, pretty boy. Open the book.' I told him, as he did. A gift card from the bookstore revealed. Everyone laughed at the earlier mention of a gift card for books, as Spencer once again thanked me with words and a hug.

Then, he gave me a gift bag, covered with Christmas trees. I took the first thing I felt and tore off the wrapping paper. It revealed a stunning vintage camera. My eyes widened, admiring the, in my eyes, piece of art. I've always adored polaroid photos.

'I remembered you saying that you really wanted one. You wanted to capture moments like these, and that you loved the reality of the photos because you have only one shot.'

'Thank you so much! It's amazing!' I pressed him in a tight hug, before he spoke again:

'There's more, though.'

We ended the hug, as I reached for the bag and took the other present out. I was quick in ripping of the wrapping paper, seeing it was a beautiful notebook. He clearly knows my love for notebooks and this one was covered with blue butterflies. Absolutely gorgeous.

'Thank you! I love it!' once again, we shared a tight hug, as Spencer whispered something in my ear.

'That's not everything.' I pulled back and looked at him with a surprised face.

'There is more?' he nodded, gave me the most sweetest smile, and went down on one knee. I gasped, tears already forming into my eyes.

'(Y/N), you're the best thing that ever happened to me. Since the first day I met you, you were nothing but kind, you listened always to my rambling, and you made me a better person. I love you for for being you. You are beautiful, inside and outside. (Y/N), you are my future. Make me the happiest man on earth and marry me?' I was still shocked and couldn't believe this was happening. My soulmate was proposing. I couldn't be more happy.

'YES! YES, I WILL!' I flew in his arms, everyone cheering and clapping.

Tears were now fully pouring out of my eyes, and it wasn't different for Spencer. My fiancé. It felt so good using that word.

'And, I can't wait for you to be my husband.'

'I can't wait for you to be my wife.' he whispered in my ear, as I did the same with him.

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My Wonder (Spencer Reid x Reader) - The Meeting

My Wonder (Spencer Reid x Reader) - The Meeting Word Count: 1380 Reader insert: she/her pronouns. She is not American unless you are, just has a previous history in American law enforcement Warnings: none Spoilers: none

All his life, Dr. Spencer Reid has been told he is a genius - gifted, different. When you, a new member of the BAU, arrive, he expects the same weirded-out reaction from you as everyone does. But when you don't, and you instead find him interesting, Spencer finds himself forming an attachment to you. And as the years go on, is it really any wonder that he falls for you?

This is one of the six times you secretly say I love you to Spencer: your meeting.

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Spencer Reid was performing some of his physics magic for his colleagues when he first saw you.

He'd just mixed up the some water with an antacid tablet and placed within a film canister. He'd done it a hundred times on his own, but he'd only just joined the BAU two months ago, and JJ and Derek hadn't seen it before so he just had to do it. Quickly placing the lid on, he said, 'You can turn around now.'

'I don't understand why we had to in the first place,' Derek said as he grumpily turned around.

'A magician never tells his secrets,' Spencer said, rubbing his hands gleefully. To him, showing off his intellect never got boring. 

Well, show off wasn't the proper term. He understood that he could be a lot for some people, knowing so much for a man in his early twenties that looked barely old enough to be out of school, let alone with three Bachelors and PHDs under his belt already. Spouting little known facts or remembering minute details about cases that went back thirty to forty years was just his way of expressing himself. It was his way of contributing to the team. And while his team was getting used to his ramblings and intellect, even demonstrated admiration for it, others would call him a freak.

'If you ask me,' JJ said, 'I wouldn't want to know how he does some things.'

'Fair,' Derek replied, all their eyes on the film canister.

Spencer watched it in anticipation, how the bubbles slipped out between the lid and the canister slowly at first, then started bubbling faster and bigger and-

POP!

The canister rocketed up towards the roof, and all three of them watched with wide eyes as it arced over the bullpen and then down to meet the-

'Ow!'

Spencer ducked into his chair as he watched a young lady in a loose button up shirt, dress pants and boots pat her head. He heard JJ and Derek scurry away, but Spencer remained staring at the woman. Who is she? he thought, his eyes scanning over her.

Your (h/c) hair caught the sunlight, giving it a glow that had Spencer mesmerised. Your (s/c) skin shone with it, making your (e/c) eyes stand out most beautifully. And when you stood back up and made eye contact with him, canister in hand, he found himself frozen, unable to avoid the conclusion that he was the culprit.

'What is this, Reid?' Hotch said, walking up to his desk not looking the least bit impressed. 'Actually, don't answer that. Just don't do it again.'

'Sorry,' Spencer murmured out, a guilty smile stretching his lips slightly.

Hotch blew out a sigh. 'Never mind that now. I would like to introduce you to our new team member. Agent (Y/n) (L/n), a transfer from LA.'

Spencer finally realised that you had walked up with Hotch, and now that you were so close (literally standing a desk apart from one another), he was lost for words at how bright your smile was, and how beautiful you looked that way. 

'So you're the one that thought my head was a good landing place for your little... rocket,' you said offering the film canister back, laughter dancing in your words. 

It took Spencer a moment for him to realise you wanted him to take the canister back, so he scrambled to his feet, fingers fumbling for the canister. 'No, I-I was just showing how a-an antacid reacts with water, and how, put into a small, confined place, that can cause a chemical, gas-like reaction and cause it to exploded.'

'And launch it like a rocket?' you asked.

He paused as he watched your smile slip a little. Oh no. He'd done it again - made someone feel dumber than him. And while technically that was true, he never meant to make anyone feel like that. 

'Y-Yeah?' he answered, awkwardness rising up in his throat, freezing his limbs, his brain.

But then suddenly your smile returned, melting his fear and doubt as you said, 'Cool! I've always loved chemistry. I actually did a Bachelor of Science with a major in archaeological science and a minor in chemistry before I started my BA in Criminology.'

'And now you're here,' he said, a soft smile of his own tugging at his lips. 

You nodded, looking around what would now be your new home. 'And now I'm here.'

'Fascinating,' Spencer breathed out. He didn't mean to, but it made you smile more so he didn't mind. It suddenly occurred to him that he hadn't introduced himself. He struck out his arm, rigid as a board, and offered his hand. 'Sorry, I'm Dr. Spencer Reid.'

'Pleasure to meet you, doctor,' you said, taking his hand and shaking it firmly. You skin was as soft as it looked, Spencer noted. 'I very much look forward to working with you and the rest of the team as we go forward.'

'We've got a briefing in five minutes, Reid,' Hotch interrupted, moving to step away from the conversation. 'I'll introduce you to the rest of the team then, (L/n). And if I find you firing another film canister through the sky, Reid-'

'Yes, yes, sorry, no more rockets. Airspace Reid is officially grounded,' Spencer quickly replied, not wanting to get lectured like a twelve-year-old like he usually did.

Your tinkling laughter drew his attention back to you, and he was baffled by the wonderment dancing in your eyes as you looked at him. 'You are a wonder, Dr. Spencer Reid.'

'T-Thanks?' he replied, although he wasn't quite sure if you were making fun of him or not. Most people did if they didn't straight up tell him he was annoying.

Hotch walked away, but you remained for a moment, leaning in close to whisper, 'That's a good thing, by the way.'

'Oh. Right.' 

You flashed him one last smile before following your new unit chief, falling back into easy conversation with him as you gracefully floated through the chaotic goings of the office. Spencer couldn't take his eyes off you as you did, in awe of your grace and poise, and how you didn't even stumble when you spoke with him. You were genuine, upfront and honest. You couldn't be much older than himself, he noted, perhaps even younger. He was used to being the baby of the team, but it looked like that would be changing.

The prospect of being able to connect with someone his own age sent an unfamiliar but not unwelcome flutter through his heart.

'Oh, you've got it bad.'

Spencer spun in his chair to see JJ and Derek standing behind him once more, watching him with knowing grins. 

'What? What have I got?' he asked. 'I'm not sick... I don't think.'

JJ rolled her eyes and giggled as she walked away, Spencer just catching a quiet, 'This'll be fun,' as she did. But Derek walked closer, placing a firm hand on his shoulder, and that knowing grin stretched wider, more feline and cheeky. 

'Don't worry, pretty boy,' he said. 'You'll figure it out soon. You're smart, right?'

'Well, smart isn't really the quite term for someone with an eidetic memory and an IQ of 187-'

'And pep talk is over,' Derek interrupted, abruptly walking away back to his desk and leaving Spencer in a disarray of emotions.

So he looked back to where you had gone, and found you speaking with Penelope, nodding enthusiastically to whatever she was talking to you about. But you weren't just being polite, you appeared genuinely interested in the conversation, even though Spencer noted you barely contributed to it. 

'You are a wonder, Dr. Spencer Reid.'

All his life, Spencer had been told he was a genius - gifted, different. It had just become an effortless part of who he is. It was almost expected at this point to see weirded-out or overly-amazed expressions from people he didn't know. So why then, when you said that to him, did he feel happy about it?

He checked his watch. Almost briefing time. He got up from his seat and made his way to the briefing room where only a place beside you was available. Maybe he would find out soon enough.

[kissorkill16]

When We Were Once Happy: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: A story before Trinity moved to Raven Brooks.

Chapter 8

A month went by, and Nicky and Aaron's friendship strengthened and grew. They had so many shared interests. Such as lockpicks, pranks, their favorite TV shows, their favorite movies, their favorite music, and so much more.

Not only that, but Mya and Lucy made it even better. They were so lively and cute. Nicky was lucky Aaron was friends with them, they made their friendship even better.

One weekend, the kids were sprawled out on Nicky's lawn, just lying down and staring at the sky.

"So, Mya, how's the new club going for you and Lucy?", Aaron asked his sister.

"It's actually going really well. Apart from Ivan's homemade can opener, we've actually made some pretty cool inventions together.", Mya replied.

"I'm trying to build a time machine.", Lucy said.

"That's nice.", said Aaron.

Nicky just continued staring at the sky, listening to their conversation. Is this what it was like to have friends? If so, Nicky loved it a whole lot.

"Nicholas, get off of the grass, young man. You're going to get yourself dirty."

Nicky immediately sat up at that voice. He turned to see his grandmother at the front door. He got up and dusted himself off, hiding his hands behind his back.

"Sorry, Bubba."

Bubba turned to look at Aaron, Mya, and Lucy. "And who are these children?", she asked.

"Oh, they're the friends I've made at school. I meant to tell you about them, but I guess I forgot.", he said. "This is Lucy, Mya, and Aaron. Guys, this is my grandma. But I like to call her Bubba."

"Hello.", Lucy said.

"Hi.", Mya said.

"Hi, what's up?", Aaron said.

Bubba didn't seem to mind Lucy and Mya, but when she focused her gaze on Aaron, her eyes widened and she let out a soft gasp. Nicky seemed to notice, and grew worried for his grandmother.

"Bubba, what's wrong?", he asked.

Bubba didn't say anything, she just kept staring at Aaron. Nicky took her by the arm and led her back inside, "Why don't you just go drink some water, Bubba? You might feel better.", he suggested. Fortunately, Bubba nodded and closed the door behind her. Nicky went back to the group.

"Yeah, that's my grandma."

"She's got a staring problem.", Aaron said.

"Ha. Now you know how I feel.", Nicky sassed at him.

"Oh shut up."

They stood in silence for a while, before Lucy spoke up.

"Mya, you want to go climb trees?", she asked Mya.

"Oh yeah!", Mya said, jumping up and down as she followed her friend to a nearby tree, leaving Aaron and Nicky to themselves.

Nicky felt like he kind of knew why Bubba just froze up seeing Aaron, but he didn't want to tell Aaron about it. Because he felt if he did, he'd jeopardize his friendship with Aaron, and he didn't want to lose the first friend he's ever had. But he also knew that if he just bottled it up, he'd feel nothing but guilt and fear.

"What's the matter, Nicky?", Aaron asked, noticing his friend's worried face.

"Why is everyone so scared of you?", Nicky blurted out.

"What do you mean?"

Nicky inhaled a deep breath. "Everyone I've met is afraid of you. I don't know why though."

Aaron just stared at him.

"Everyone thinks you're cursed."

Aaron raised an eyebrow at him. "Really? Who's everyone?", he asked.

Nicky rubbed his arm and stared at his feet. "Well...", he started. "There's this girl with a baseball cap and overalls..."

"Maritza Esposito."

"A boy with glasses and a red sweater..."

"Enzo Esposito."

"And another boy with ginger hair."

"Ivan Torre."

Nicky tilted his head up to look at him. "How do you know these guys?", he asked.

"I know everyone at that damn school.", Aaron replied. "But let me tell you something, Nicky.", he said, wrapping his arm around Nicky's shoulder. "Everyone I've threatened to hurt or have hurt all have one thing in common, buddy. They've all badmouthed my family. Seth Jenkins called my father a wingnut, so I punched him in the nose. Gordon Cleave was a nosy ass reporter who was always spying on my family, so I stabbed him in the ankle. And Finch was being a total bitch, so I threatened to stab her in the throat if she didn't shut up."

Nicky was surprised to hear this, all of the rumors were true. But Aaron was also just a troubled, misunderstood kid who was just trying to protect his family. Was that so wrong? Even if his methods sounded a little unhinged.

"It's like what my dad used to say, Petersons have each other's backs. I think I've been handling that pretty well."

"What about the gang?"

"The Inventor's Club?"

"Yeah."

"Oh yes...", he said. "It's like when I first moved to Raven Brooks, I was a shy and introverted kid just like you. I got bullied a lot as well, and they could've helped me, but they didn't, they just sat there and watched me get bullied. And as soon as I fought back, they acted like I was some kind of demon. I guess that's better than being a punching bag, right?"

Nicky nodded.

"Right."

Aaron let go of Nicky's shoulder. "But why would you ask me that? Why would you ask me if you didn't believe I was cursed?"

Nicky stilled in his place.

"I don't know, Aaron, I guess I was just scared. See, my grandma is really superstitious and believes in supernatural stuff like evil spirits and omens, and a while back, she made me believe that your house was a demon house. I think that's why she was staring at you so intently."

Aaron leaned in close to Nicky. "Well tell your grandma that she can go eat a plate of worms.", he said. "Would you hang out with me if I was cursed?", he asked.

Nicky held eye contact with his friend. "Aaron, I'd hang out with you no matter what. I wouldn't care if you were cursed. I'd stick by your side even if it meant losing all of my friends, my sanity, even if it meant losing my life."

Aaron smiled at Nicky. "How about we go climb trees with the girls?", he said, already a few steps ahead of him and making his way to the tree where Lucy and Mya were currently climbing.

Nicky followed him, happy that he made his best friend happy.

[kiaracarrera]

OBX Season 3 Ramblings and Thoughts: Part One:

So can we all collectively agree that Big John was kind of the worst and there was way too much screen time for him and not enough screen time of all the Pouges together? - I did love that the name ‘Big John’ actually fit though and not just in a sense of ‘big = dad’ because the height on Charles Halford alone was enough to make it seem like John B was actually a child and not a grown man playing a child.

I love this show with all my heart and soul but what makes it truely magic to me is the friendships and the togetherness and the found family elements. The lack of that this season really affected my personal viewing pleasure in a negative way.

As much as I loved seeing all the duo pairings this season I am so so annoyed that Kiara, Cleo, JJ and in particular Pope weren’t part of that finale El Dorado cave treasure hunt. I don’t even wanna talk about it because it makes me so annoyed. (I will totally talk about it with anyone that wants too though hahaha)

The emotional journey I went on with John B and Topper as individuals boy oh boy.

John B was my fave in season 1 and my least fave in season 2 and this season I both adored him and he irritated the absolute shit out me, overall I think as the leading character it’s hard not to root for John B but I think his storyline will be greatly improved having Big John out of the picture in Season 4.

Topper whyyyy. I actually fully stanned Topper for like 90% of this season and I have no shame in admitting it. He was ALWAYS down to help Sarah and in turn the Pouges and while some people may find his apprehension to break the law and get himself in near life or death situations frustrating, I personally found it relatable? I’d argue that the Pouges were worse to Topper than Topper was to the Pouges for most of this particular season and the way he was adamant he wasn’t going to get into a fight with John B at Mike and Anna’s anniversary party was hot idc what anyone has to say. Of course we can’t have nice things though so Topper had to fuck things up and burn shit to the ground - literally. Of all Topper’s questionably poor choices this one’s gotta be the one he can’t come back from. I think Austin North is superb as Topper but truthfully I would have payed good money to axe a quarter of the scenes he and Sarah shared and given them to Jiara instead.

Jiara season baby!! LOVED LOVED LOVED the build up of their story this season, it was expected but brilliant none the less. All the almost moments, the back and forth, the ‘I’m just a loser and you’ve got your whole future ahead of you’ angst of it all 😩. Then there’s the “Like I love you dude” - it wasn’t big or grand or showy but it was Kiara and it PERFECTION even if JJ’s reaction wasn’t what I personally would have wanted to see. THE KISSSSS. No words, other than I would have like JJ to be the one to say I love you first here but anyway let it be known that I’ve rewatched that scene too many times and ‘Hanging on the Telephone’ has been on repeat all day, thanks Soundcloud. Admittedly though the aftermath of the kiss was disappointing, with over an hour left of OBX we literally were given CRUMBS of them in that finale episode which was disappointing to say the least. I also have suspicions on where Jiara might be in season 4 with that time jump at the end of the season and the uh lack of interaction or affection between them but that’s a discussion for another day.

Speaking of the time jump - did it really need to be 18 months? Like 3 months great! 6 months fine, even like 8-9 months and I would have been like yeah okay 🤷🏽‍♀️ but 18 months!? A whole year and a half!? So much can happen in that time and that’s so much we’ve missed. Most notably the starting points of Jiara and Cleope!? What do you mean we don’t get to see where their relationship went after those monumental first kisses. I get a time jump because the actors are also aging up but 18 months just felt like too much. I’m interested to see what happens in season 4 at least.

In other shipper news Cleope - loved them. So sweet and Cleo is an absolute queen. Easily one of my favourite characters this season and I really enjoyed the journey her and Pope took and in particular Cleo’s relationship with The Hayward’s as a whole. What a beautiful addition to this show.

Did somebody say toxic? Oh wait it’s just John B and Sarah. I’m sorry, I know this is such a popular ship but I just absolutely cannot with them anymore. I have been so neutral on them over the past two seasons but between Sarah’s cheating and John B’s serious anger issues, at this point I surely can’t be the only one who thinks they both (John B in particular) need time to heal on their own before they come back together (and I mean like at least three quarters of a season broken up not just three episodes). I don’t know, obviously it’s been 18 months and they own a surf shop now and they’re both free of their bad dads so maybe things will be different in season 4 but I have VERY low exceptions.

Sarah’s understandably coping a bit of flack this season but I fall more neutral on my opinion on her this season. In season one she was my least favourite and in season two it was the opposite, this season my opinion on her falls somewhere in the middle. I did love that we got to see more of her friendships with the other Pouges outside of John B though! Another reason why I think it would be beneficial for her character to not be tied to John B’s permanently going forward. Sarah and Kiara’s friendship is always a highlight for me.

Putting this all the way down here at the bottom where people might not see because I’m low key ashamed… but RAFE 🤤 I’m sorrrry he’s just so freaking fine. Well at least until he opens his mouth or you know, moves 😅. I’ve seen a bit of a Rafe/Kiara rise with the new season releasing and look, I’m not judging because their shared scenes this season showed some major chemistry but in the name of all things good and well I’m going to stay strong and say our good sis Kiara deserves way better than to ever be pulled into any storyline that involves Rafe Cameron as a love interest. A friend? Maybe, potentially, I mean for someone who swore he was going to be coming for Kiara he did approximately nothing to fulfil that - which is exactly what good enemies to friends stories are made of, but as a romantic interest I’m going to pass thanks. I’ll stick to nurturing the potential that Jiara has.

Lastly bye bye Ward Cameron. It was fun knowing you truely! What a brilliant villain.

If I didn’t totally bore you and you made it this far please let me know what your fave and least fave moments of this season were and/or who your fave and least fave characters have been!! Would love to chat to you guys about this show 🥰🥰🥰

[thecameronchronicles]

Foster Part 2

TW: slight angst. Language. 

SUMMARY: Your arrival in the Outer Banks doesn't go as expected…in more ways than

WORD COUNT: 1100

*ORIGINAL CONCEPT*

The Foster Part 2

"Hey!" A voice booming, suddenly forced you awake along with the grip around your wrist. 

"Thanks for the ride..." John B teased as you realized you had been uncovered for not having a viable ticket. Pushing through the crowd gathered to collect their loved ones, you were torn beyond the unfamiliar faces before finding refuge in an alcove between two businesses. His body pressed against you just as before. Only now without the tension of uncertainty. 

"Bree?" A slightly accented tone brought your eyes to witness an attractive surfer extinguishing a cigarette once making eye contact to John B. It was only once noticing the incoming side-bro-hug that you made this connection. 

"Guess you came back the same way you left, huh?"

"Only this time, I'm not going back."

"Gotta say, Pope said that they wouldn't get you out of town, let alone out of the state, we had a bet on it...Kiara explained it was only because of the fact you were born in-" He paused, eyes widening when realizing you were not some tourist in passing. 

"JJ..." John B summoned his friend's focus. 

"I knew you were a smooth operator man, but you weren't even gone a week-"

You offered your name, explaining that you had come of your own vindication. 

"Actually, she blackmailed me-"

"I like you already..." JJ grinned. "Pope is gonna lose his shit to know you brought a girl back-"

"It's not like that-" You and John B spoke in unison.

"See, already finishing each other's sentences..." JJ set a hand to his chest, his dramatics unappreciated by both you and John B. Ultimately, the moment came to an end as JJ led the way to a more secluded part of The Outer Banks with water set to the west and a run down cabin-type residence to the right. 

"The Chateau..." John B explained. 

"Make yourself at home...we have..." JJ set himself on the couch, legs spread across an effortlessly beautiful girl as she cast him an expression of annoyed disgust until noticing you. 

"Um...hi..." She scowled at John B. Her skeptic chocolate irises widened to him before ultimately narrowing to you. The way she kneed the bookworm too focused on the pages of The Odyssey to notice your arrival had been enough of an understanding that she was "marking her territory". 

"She is the only reason I got back here so you guys can at least say hi." He directed his words towards her, who gave a half eye roll. 

"Who is she?"

"John B's new girlfriend. They even finish each other's sentences..." JJ teased. 

"She happened to be going this way too...that's all. But make her comfortable and stop acting like being nice to her will make you sick or something-"

"You DO realize that being here, they're gonna look here first." The soft spoken among them explained.

"We'll deal with that when it comes. We have a...other stuff to focus on..." He spoke in some kind of code as this brought the more reserved "pogue" to his feet. 

"Did you tell her?!"

"No."

"Tell me what?" You inquired before everyone began to look at one another before ultimately looking at you. 

"About the Kooks. Pains in the ass... They're so obsessed with us, they never leave us alone…"

"Yeah...I heard..." You explained, unaware just how JJ had directed the conversation to such a vast contrast to the truth. A truth you couldn't possibly have known as it was too outlandish to comprehend. Relief came over the face of his friends before he moved to his feet. 

"I think you need a proper tour of OBX. I'd have our trusted homeboy give it to ya, but anyone sees him and...well...he'd be sent back to where you came from...where did you come from?"

"Enough with the interrogation, JJ..."

"Just curious." He shrugged, flipping his lighter between his fingers, an obvious tick. 

"Kitchen. Bathroom. Bedroom. There. Done." John B spoke somehow charmingly, an arrogant smirk drawing your eyes to his lips before you noticed one door he hadn't described. 

"And that one?"

"My dad's office..." The atmosphere suddenly turned somber. Almost sour. 

"Anyway...I say we celebrate my return...fire tonight?" Smiles returned to his friends. 

"I'll get the supplies. Coming, Kie?"

"Oh, so you mean you're stealing them..." Kiara narrowed her eyes. 

"Charity. The JJ Maybank need to party charity. A worthy cause. Keeps me out of trouble but gets the girls of the Outer Banks something to-" Kiara pinched his arm and pulled him from The Chateau as "Pope", a name you only knew from the conversation, explained he'd make sure they didn't kill each other. Once again, you were left alone with John B. 

"So was your dad a spy or something?" He ran his hand nervously through his hair as you spoke. 

"No he's uh...he's missing."

"Oh shit...I didn't..."

"You'll learn soon enough. At least it was more exciting than just some deadbeat..."

"Oh?" 

"He got uh...lost at sea actually." You looked at him unsure how to respond. Having only known him less than twenty-four hours, you weren't sure if he was pulling some proverbial chain with this attempt at dark humor. But with the sincerity in his face, you found it to be his truth. 

"Wow..."

"Yeah. Anyway...that's why I was in the system...What about you?" You hesitated, not wanting to offer more than the basics as you didn't want to be some little sob story. 

"Same..." His brows raised. .

"Didn't realize it was a common occurrence these days."

"I just meant they aren't around." He held his hands up to surrender. 

"I get it. You don't want to tell me. That's fine...But we definitely need to get you out of those clothes." Your eyes widened in more humor than the horror that rose behind his. 

"I mean you'll draw too much attention." You covered quickly, the blush on his tan cheeks visible from anywhere in the Outer Banks from now. 

"I'm sure Kie has something you can wear..." He left you to survey the space around you, a littered scene of half consumed beer bottles and evidence of marijuana. Somehow both you knew were left by JJ. But each pogue left something set within The Chateau. Pope left behind his book and a bag concealing the same literary accompaniments, where Kiara left a sweater and a bracelet. All identifiable, even in the short introductions, or lack thereof, you came to know.

"Here..." John B returned, a tank and shorts over his arm. 

"I think she might mind..."

"Nah, Kie's cool. " 

"More like frigid" , You thought to yourself. 

"She just takes a bit to trust ya, is all. But I'm sure you'll be friends in no time. But I guess that depends how long you're staying." You paused, having only thought of getting here, not remaining. 

"Oh umm...just going with the flow I guess."

"Lucky for you, that's what pogues do best...." 

A few hours later, you found yourself nursing a warm beer, watching how everyone welcomed John B back as if he'd returned from some grand award. An apparent silent rule of keeping his presence quiet among them. 

"Why the hell is she here?" Kiara grunted as a beautiful blonde made her way from the shadows and to the fire. 

"Who's that?" You asked JJ, the only pogue who seemed to actually find comfort in your presence. 

"That's the kook princess, Sarah Cameron-" Your heart stopped. 

Cameron.

 The reason you were here, walking towards you, completely unaware of just why.

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[odnson]

Please, tell me more about literally all of the wips! What's cooking!

lmao oh gosh, what i have rn are like, very vague ideas and the docs are just full of lines that lead nowhere but….👀

1. jwds mafia

Before this, Joowon had only seen pictures. Dozens of them, featuring different angles and expressions, showcasing his subject in various types of clothing. Often alone, sometimes with his trusted confidante, but never with family.

Now, in the flesh, the first thing that Joowon notices is the slouch. Too relaxed and borderline lazy, and something he unconsciously frowns at.

literally what the filename says 😂😂😂 funny thing is tho, i have an ending for this and a beginning, but i completely have no idea how to stitch them together because all i have are vibes. just sth sth about jw infiltrating a rival clan to help hkh’s rise to power (pretty much the same with his motives in the show originally), going undercover but being busted from day one because lbr, he’s up against ds. but ds is weak to pretty men (canon) and lets jw do what he wants for a while, etc etc. this def revolves around the “love for jw but revenge for ds” premise, only that because i’m me, it doesn’t stay that way for ds ofc. it does, however, get messier and messier, and i cannot go into too many details without spoiling it but!!!! someday i wish to finish this, like, fr.

2. jwds5+1????

Manyang offering him a seat at a table full of people he’d antagonized more than once remains a strange phenomenon to his eyes, but sitting beside Lee Dongsik and letting his warm smile soothe him isn’t.

i got the idea for this while otw to work so hopefully i can finish this in a few days?? pretty excited about this tbh, but it’s essentially about jwds gatekeeping the other from ppl because they’re actually a little too insane for one another, as we all know!!! (the show canon is just too good, really) i think this will be my attempt to be funnier but who knows, maybe this will turn into something else entirely? again, all i have are vibes as of the moment. 🙃

3. jwdsjj

A question now sits in Jeongje’s eyes the longer Dongsik looks at him. Dongsik wonders if he’ll ask.

Then, slowly: “How’s Han Joowon?”

Dongsik blinks, caught off-guard. He thought of a number of questions Jeongje would have for him, the millions of ways he could’ve phrased what he truly wanted to know: what is Dongsik doing here?

But this—Dongsik has to admit that he didn’t foresee this.

The name sparks warmth in him, as it often does. Underneath that blanket of fondness and security is something that burns savagely, and Dongsik feels unmoored, like Jeongje is prying into things he shouldn’t.

“He’s fine,” is what Dongsik settles with. A crumb of a truth is a truth all the same, which is all he can offer for now.

Jeongje’s gaze flits to Dongsik’s side, at the obvious absence of the man in question.

Dongsik sighs. “He’s at home.”

Something seems to hit Jeongje then, like an unseen force: he shifts in his seat, a small smile sitting on his lips. He looks simultaneously victorious and resigned, as if he won a personal wager at the cost of himself.

There was a time, Dongsik remembers, that he’d ache when Jeongje looks that way. When they were young and Jeongje needed him, when he couldn’t fend for himself and Dongsik was still the taller of the two.

this is actually finished but idk, i’m not satisfied with it so i never posted it??? it sits at 5.5k words and while it does start in a way i like, it degenerates to sth that makes me go “hmmmm wait a sec” whenever i reread so yeah. 🙃🙃🙃 anyway, it’s about ds reminiscing and revisiting the love he has for jj (while jj is imprisoned) and realizing that it just couldn’t work for them that way. sounds very sad, i know, but i’m operating on what the show has given all of us lmao. i have to reread it again because i havent touched it in a while but i seem to remember that it’s also about ds seeing just how much jj loved him; it’s just that the love they had for each other didn’t happen at the same time and it was already too late when they both realized it. YEAH. now u might be wondering, how does jw fit into the picture??? that snippet is one of the many ways he does. 😂😂 (and just in case someone’s curious: no, it doesn’t end in a threesome. had i been capable of pwp, it def would’ve but alas.)

anyway this got way too long lmao but thank you, as always, for indulging me!!!! u’re amazing. 💕

[chaostudee]

kiss the girl- j.m

pairing : jj maybank x female reader summary : after finally coming to terms with his obessesion pope and john b urge him to just "kiss the girl" words : 2.1k warnings : none? a/n : first post on here, pls be kind. wanted to start off with my bby boy <3 feedback would be appreciated.

there was no doubt about the fact that jj maybank was head over heels for you. everyone knew it as he hadn't chosen to disguise his infatuation for you. the only person who was actually oblivious to this was you which seemed ludicrous to say the least since jj was practically drooling anytime he was in a close enough proximity to you.

over the course of the past two months you had been racing through his mind, truthfully the only thing on his mind.

at first when he felt the impulse to touch your hand or to feel his lips against yours he was disgusted in himself. not that having the chance in doing so would repulse him it was just that having known you since you were kids such thoughts didn't seem appropiate to even discuss with himself let alone with you. you were his best friend and he wouldn't want anything the destroy that. he wouldn't let anything destroy that. so keeping his feelings at bay seemed like the chosen option that would be beneficial to him in the long-term.

"dude you are so whipped" john b said as he tied the boat to the dock, struggling to tie a knot in the rope. up until he spoke jj hadn't been focusing on john b or pope nor their presence. his concern was elsewhere where you stood alongside kiara and sarah. he smiled to himself as the corners your mouth perked up at something one of the girls had said.

it wasn't just your smile that enticed him further but the way you held yourself, your hand laying by your side, presenting jj with the urge to do nothing more than to feel his fingers in yours.

"dude shut up so are you" jj scoffed as he turns back to the boys , running a hand through his dirty blonde hair before taking his cap and placing it on top of his fluffy mop sending a smirk over to john b. john b swiped his tongue to the corner of his mouth knowing that he could not further argue with that statement.

"he got you there man" pope chuckled as he came to rest his hand on the back of jj's back in approval.

john b had finally tied the boat to the key with much effort and to feed his satisfaction into his accomplishment he decided to pull out a beer from the cooler. thanks to jj the cooler was always full.

for July in the outer banks it was far more humid and the air much too dry than anticipated meaning that most days were spent lingering by the swamp. the only place where the air held some amount of moistness and the water cool against one's skin.

"so how are things with you and sarah?" pope asks to divert himself from the exclusion that he had tumbled into from the two boys. it wasn't that he was particularly interested in his response because by the looks of it john b was much alike jj. in love.

lowering the glass bottle from his lips john b flashes a small smile, staring off into the far distance. the smile that he showed was one that had been buried deep since the disappearance of his father. now it had come back there was a thesis that it was all sarah's doing. pope was glad of this and at that moment in time he knew that this girl was good for him and he good for her.

"i don't know man i think i love her" he pauses as he turns to look over at sarah, her blonde hair flying in the soft breeze, "she's just.....-".

"everything" jj blurts out as he too turns over to look at the girls. pope eyes jj up and down with his arms folded across his chest.

"yeah". john b agrees with this with a nod before taking another sip .

"guys are you hearing yourselves right now?" pope scoffs to himself as he watches the two practically transfixed with the two girls. sure he had a certain amount of liking towards kiara but at least he chose to be discrete about it.

"if you don't do something about your thing with y/n jj i swear to god-" pope warns jj and it seems that he is serious that he will be the one to confess jj's intimate feelings.

in surrender jj sets down his beer on the edge of the boat and raises his hands in the air. "fine, fine i'll do it tonight" he says, lowering his hands and once again picking up his beer he spots pope rather flabbergasted with his response, john b also.

"is that okay with you?" jj confirms with a smirk knowing that he had truly outsmarted pope which was shocking enough. pope just nods in agreement.

john b laughs to himself for a moment at pope's face of utter shock. it is not long before the three break out into bursts of laughter until they are joined by a few familiar faces. it seemed that the girls were bored without their male companionship.

the three girls boarded the boat, first sarah followed by kiara then you. now that six people resided on the watercraft it had started to become cramped. therefore sarah makes her way over to address her boyfriend.

"hey boys" sarah greeted with a small wave at jj and pope before landing a peck on john b's cheek leaving him "all starry-eyed and shit" according to jj.

jj had barely acknowledged sarah once he spotted you in a close proximity. there you stood your arm linked in kie's as you were in conversation with pope who was seemingly throwing eyes at her.

feeling rather rejected from the whole debacle you turn to see jj fiddling with the rings on his fingers, the numerous rings. just as he looks up he meets your eyes and you smile warmly at him. it was only a matter of seconds before he felt his heart rate increase and his mood escalate.

"hey y/n" jj says lifting up his hand to wave but it just lingers in the air for a moment as he realizes how cheesy it is. once that awkward tension had disintegrated a blush flashed upon his cheeks.

"okay you got to admit that was cute as fuck" kiara whispers into your ear and you could do nothing but agree with her. the golden boy could be indeed classified as cute.

truth be told now that you think about it there was something different that radiated off the maybank boy. it was something that you couldn't quite place your finger on.

deciding to allow jj the pleasure of being in your company you pull yourself from kiara's grasp, leaving her alone with pope. beside him there was an unoccupied space at the foot of the boat so you join him there.

"hey j" you say turning to him only to notice that his cheeks are still tarnished red. "hey" he replies, his voice coming out croaky. slowly pulling the beer bottle from his grasp you take a swig yourself before returning it back to him.

when you pushed it back in his direction for a sliver of a second your finger grazed against his own making you all warm and fuzzy inside, definitely something different that you would feel for him. out of impulse you pull your hand away quickly hoping that he didn't notice but that was near impossible since he had now engraved that moment in his mind.

"how are you?" he asks completely brushing off what had just occurred. you liked this in him, his ability to play it cool and seem so laid-back even though he lacked to show this earlier with that god awful wave. but it was cute.

"i'm good" you nod to yourself once again taking the bottle from him, keeping your hand far away enough from his own.

"you?" you ask. normally the conversation wouldn't be so dry or awkward but it was something that hung in the air, something left unsaid that triggered this.

sarah now came sauntering over, her own beer in hand, empty. "you guys wanna play spin the bottle?". you shrug and turn to jj to see his response. his heart, now pounding faster in his chest is telling him to say yes in the chance that it might happen. that he just might be able to kiss you even if its just for a stupid game.

"sure" jj nods getting up from his position, offering a hand to you. setting down the glass bottle you take his hand once again that feeling arises but this time you accept it and even perhaps enjoy it.

***

"okay so who wants to go first?" kiara asks rubbing her hands excitedly with one another. you wonder why she has such interest in this but then you remember all the flirtatious comments that pope had sent her way, and she didn't seem to dislike them.

the six of you sat in a circle around the infamous beer bottle in the middle that had once shared your lips and jj's. that idea left you to think to yourself....would jj kissing you be so bad?

each of you turn to look at one another waiting on somebody to volunteer their contribution. "i'll go" jj says his hand hovering over the glass in case someone else would allow him leave. his eyes went around the group yet no one gave in but you did notice john b grin widely at jj. strange.

with one flick of his wrist it starts spinning and the group anticipates the outcome. as it comes to a slow it finally comes to rest at your feet.

there is an awkward silence as you keep your eye contact with the ground rather than having to look him in the eye. its not that you don't want to kiss him per say but he's your friend and if you do this will it ever be the same? will you ever the feel the same? but honestly you don't have much of a choice.

slowly but surely you raise your eye line upwards to meet his. normally a situation like this would be nerve-wracking anyways but along with your friends as an audience it was on a whole other level. you now had the pressure of meeting not only meeting his standards but also that of the others.

"come on man kiss the girl" pope urges jj as it is clear that he is growing impatient, voicing the others' thoughts as well. jj gives pope a look as he is clearly planning to do just that.

jj moves closer towards you so now that the circle has become deformed. at this moment in time your hands begin to sweat, now all clammy, your cheeks are heated although luckily enough the sun has just set so it would be unlikely for anyone to notice.

jj, now closer than before leaves just an inch between his lips and your own. "are you sure?" he whispers, his warm breath fanning your face. it smells nice almost like vanilla.

someone coughs and you are now suddenly aware of the others and how awkward it all is.

you don't even answer his question, you don't need to. you move closer presenting him the opportunity to place his lips on yours, its not long before he grasps this moment. he sets his lips upon yours and then it happens, the feeling. its like the first spark hitting a bark of wood and its new and exciting and its all you could ever wish for. allowing yourself to sink deeper into the kiss just reminds you that it has toe end but his hand holding your chin makes up for it. he holds it like his most prized possession. you thought it would be weird but during this moment you wanted nothing more than to stay like this, but sooner or later reality punches back.

it is him who pulls away first which disappoints you but due to his expression you can tell that he is pleased with himself and what you had both just experienced. a tender kiss with your best friend. no, a tender kiss with someone whom you would not like to regard as your "friend" but something more?

"ya'll need to get a room" kiara says leaning back so that her back hits the edge of the boat. "i second that" pope says and john b and sarah both nod.

you laugh it off uncomfortably, jj the same. honestly you decided to drown out what the others were saying after that, knowing it was just going to be dirty ass jokes. all you really wanted to do was experience that feeling again with him, with jj. you wanted him, not as a friend. admitting it to yourself was the first step. jj maybank had made an impression on you and judging by the way his sapphire eyes latched onto yours he would be doing far much more than that.

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best player, best bet.

pairings. jj maybank x fem!reader

part four of four.

about. jj pays you one last visit.

warnings. swearing

ricky rocks. finally finished 🥳🥳🥳 this is also a THIRD repost, because it wouldn’t let me edit the last one 😢

you had won the best player award. jj had stepped down and you didn’t even have to fulfill your side of the deal.

there was a part of you that felt very guilty for not showing up for him, but another part of you that knew you deserved this and it probably didn’t effect jj as largely as you originally thought. ward probably had girls lined up for him and your absence was probably no surprise after what you had saw.

“i honest to god don’t believe you’ll need this many clothes,” rafe grumbles, helping you stuff a bag full of just your shirts. you glanced over to him, laughing to yourself as you packed another bag for your pants. “i mean c’mon, y/n, after the first week you’re not even going to have enough energy to change your pants.”

“whatever rafe,” you shook your head, “i actually care for personal hygiene and looking my best, unlike you—who i could smell the beer off of when you came home for break.”

“oh, boohoo, give me a break, sweetheart. some of us actually know how to have some fun,” he mocked you, setting the bag down before grabbing another. “big surprise, it’s not you.”

you roll your eyes. maybe asking rafe to help you pack for college was a mistake, especially since it wasn’t even twenty minutes in and he was shitting on you.

“hey, y/n/n! someone’s at the door for you!”

you got to your feet at the sound of your mothers words, sharing a look with rafe before you exit your room and toward the front door, “who is it..?”

your question fades the moment jj comes into view and suddenly your mouth is a steel trap in surprisal of the sight of him. you hadn’t expected to see jj after hockey season, not after all these months, but there he was with his hands stuffed in his jean jacket and a sheepish smile that made your stomach flutter.

“long time no see, hockey puck.”

“jj,” his name comes out breathless from your mouth like you had been winded, and it’s almost like you were. “come in?”

“that a question?”

“no,” you smile crookedly, motioning him further into the house. “just come in.”

he slowly strolls to your living room where you follow behind, expecting him to take a seat, but he only stops in the door frame, turning back to face you, “how are you doing, kid?”

“i should be asking you that.”

he scoffs, almost wincing at the tone of your voice and knowing exactly what you’re referring to, “listen, i didn’t come here to make small talk.”

“sounded like you were.”

“okay,” he sighs, already regretting coming to your home, kicking himself for thinking it’d be so easy to talk to you after all this time of distance and tension just waiting to fill the space between the two of you again. “are you happy?”

“what?” you narrow your brows at the question.

“are you happy?” he repeats, “the award ceremony shit—i’m happy for you, proud of you, really.”

you feel your face burn, suddenly looking to the floor at realization of what he was saying. you felt guilty as well as flattered at his kind words falling out of his mouth without a problem. he was being genuine, but something about it still made you feel… ashamed.

“you got what you worked hard for, y/n. should be proud yourself.”

“yeah…” you still stared at the ground, “thanks jj.”

“still disappointed you didn’t show up.”

there is was.

“i wanted to, you should know i did. but i couldn’t,” your eyes move fast to meet his, feeling remorse, but he doesn’t seem sad, or disappointed, or even mad when he looks back at you. it almost looks like he understands, like he doesn’t really care that much. “i would have socked that man in the face of i had to see him again.”

he laughs dryly, slightly shaking his head, “would have loved to see that.”

“probably best it didn’t happen. wouldn’t have wanted to ruin your chances at one of the perfect little colleges he has set up for you.”

“what have i told you before, kid?” his arms slight reach out from his sides in expression. “i’m set for life, no matter how hard i fuck up.”

you shake your head, thinking about how true it was. jj was hooked up way before hockey season even ended.

“when do you leave?” you mumble.

“tomorrow, actually,” he stuffs his hands in his pockets, not satisfied with the answer he gave you either. he just wished he had more time.

shit.

it’s silent now and your whole body feels itchy with uncomfortableness. jj’s eyes are tightly focused on the ground once more, his eyebrows furrowed as if he’s frustrated and having a mental battle with himself in thought.

you watch him carefully, but you want to look away in fear of him catching you shamelessly staring. your drawn to the confusion on his face, to every emotion that crosses his features. he’s almost red in the cheek from shame but you can’t understand why.

“you know, i remember when i first met you…” he laughs a little, cutting himself off. “oh god, the guys would talk about you all the time and how crazy it was that they let a girl on a team… and then i was like ‘hey… i know that girl.’”

“you had always wore those pink barrette things,” he motions to his blonde strands, “so i was shocked to see you kicking our asses that first game.”

“and the second.”

he scoffs, nodding, “and the second.”

you hate the space between the two of you right then. you hate how antsy he is and the way he moves only seems to put more distance between you.

“point is, i’m happy for you… and even if you’re not allowed… to play in college, i’m glad you got that scholarship. you deserve it, all of it.”

oh.

after getting the award and finishing out the season and school—your doubts were getting the best of you about getting a scholarship or even playing in college. like jj had said before, scouts were misogynistic and they weren’t going to change their opinions on girls playing a boys sport. not for any, not for one.

thankfully, colorado was your saving grace—handing you a scholarship, not exactly a spot on the team—but the promise of consideration when time gets there. which everyone really knew what that meant—no.

“thank you, jj,” your eyes fall to the ground. “it’s a shame that i’ll never be able to kick your ass again though,” you shake your head in disappointment, a loud hearty laugh ringing through your ears as jj throws his head back.

“yeah, you wish, sweetheart,” he shakes his head himself at the ridiculousness in your statement. “you’re good, but not that good.”

“yeah, you want to bet, maybank?” your head tips back in a challenging manner, arching a brow.

“give me a time and place, hockey puck, i’ll be there.”

navigation.

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Is it a Crime?

Chapter 2

Pairing: Mob boss Bucky Barnes x Mob boss Reader

Word count: 4.9k

Warnings: Angst, a little teeny tiny bit of fluff, mentions of blood and physical attack on a person, injury to the face and description of a scar, as always if I missed something let me know.

A/N: I literally could not stop writing this chapter. We finally get to see who the mystery date and who the fiancée is. The reader is called mi nina which is spanish for my girl. This fic is inspired by this song which I think kind of fits into the first let me know what you think!!

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Ch. 1

“Hi Bucky, congratulations on your engagement.” 

The look he sent your way when he heard you congratulate him was enough to stop you in your tracks, it was full of hurt and remorse. His breath was caught in his throat at the sight of you. 10 years of wondering, of trying but failing to find you. It was never supposed to end up like this. He wasn’t supposed to reunite with you after 10 years of missing you with another woman on his arm. Not when you showed up looking more beautiful than he remembered. Bucky would be lying if he said that his heart wasn’t about to beat out of his chest, having you look at him the way you were. 

But there was a sadness shared between the two of you. The longer you stared at each other the more it felt like everything around you faded. No music, no conversations or chairs scraping against the floor as people moved around. It was just the two of you, no one else mattered. No one else would ever matter. You noticed how his hand balled into a fist, restraining himself from reaching out and touching you. His jaw tense as his eyes roamed your figure. You couldn’t help but do the same, he was pure muscle now, even under his black suit you could tell. Change had been inevitable but you were supposed to grow and change side by side, that was always the plan. The uncertainty between you was palpable, the question you both had in mind stayed unanswered. Was everything between you the same? But it couldn’t be, not anymore. Not when the girl that loved him so fiercely changed so much, just as he had.

The hand wrapped around his arm brought you back to reality and it was the first time you had really noticed her. The woman he was going to marry. In an off white dress, blonde hair curled and pinned back. She had a pearl necklace with matching earrings, she looked too innocent for this lifestyle and maybe you thought that it was what Bucky wanted now. But then the ring on her left ring finger told you everything you needed to know. 

He didn’t want to marry her. It was probably part of a deal his father had made. The ring was too big, too flashy and impersonal as if it was picked out of a catalog without much care. Most importantly the ring wasn’t his grandmother’s. He had let it slip once a long time ago, when he proposed it would be with his grandmother’s ring. Your eyes snapped from her ring to his eyes again, and he had followed the movement. Now he knew you were aware of it and he averted his eyes before taking a deep breath.

“How rude of me.” You say trying to compose yourself. “Bucky, I want you to meet my date, JJ.” 

His eyes move to the man next to you. He knew that name but he hadn’t even thought about it in years. The man he was always wary of, thinking he would swoop in and take you away from him. It seemed like his fear had come true.

“My name is actually Jake. It’s great to finally meet you. This one here wouldn’t shu- uff.” You elbow him to get him to shut up.

“Hi Jake. I’m Dot, Bucky’s fiancée.” Her voice was sickly sweet and high pitched, it annoyed you. She turns to you with the biggest fake smile she can muster. “And who might you be?” 

“This is Y/N.” Bucky informs her. Dot’s smile vanishes, she knew about you but how much was the question. 

“Nice to meet you Dot and Congratulations.” You smile at her. “I’ll see you around Barnes.” 

Jake steps back to allow you to go ahead of him, he follows you to a corner of the bar where you order drinks for both of you. Once the bartender places the drinks down you grab yours but you fight the urge down it in one gulp. Instead you turn to look at the crowd. Instantly you find familiar faces looking at you. Steve is the first person you make eye contact with, an incredulous look on his face. He looked good, he was taller and stronger now, by the research you had he was Bucky’s right hand. He was a good choice, it’s who you would have chosen. You saw some of the others, the next generation also looking your way. You raise your glass before taking a sip as you continue to survey the crowd.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like shit just got real.”

“But you’re not alone, we’ve got your back.” 

“I know Jensen, but still they were my friends for a long time. Hopefully they won’t stand in the way.” You finish your drink and turn to order another. 

“Maybe they’ll join you.” He says with a hopeful tone in his voice. Jake pushes his glasses up his nose. As he takes a turn looking around as you both stand in silence. 

“When we have a moment we have got to talk about Dot.” He whispers. 

Which makes you laugh, “fuck yeah we do.” 

“Oh shit, I think he’s angry.”

“Who is?”

“Your man, who hasn’t taken his eyes off of you by the way, probably because I made you laugh.” 

“He isn’t my man, not anymore.” you mumble the last part. 

“If you asked him to, I bet he would leave everything behind and follow you to the ends of the earth.” Jake turns back around and raises his hand toward the bartender, motioning for a refill.

“Y/N, sweetheart is that really you?”

 Your eyes close as the voice reaches your ears. You knew this would be inevitable. So you turn around with a smile. “Mrs. Barnes. How have you been?” 

“Much better now that I have you in front of me.” She moves towards you but you take a step back. She stops, a mix of emotions pass over her but mostly you see she’s hurt. She doesn’t know how much you need a hug from her, she has always treated you like one of her own. But with what you’ve come to do it’s better to keep her at arms length, for her safety. 

“You look lovely, I’m glad to see you’re doing well and that you have someone,” she looks over at Jake curiously. “To take care of you.” 

“Yeah, JJ here has my back.” You look over her shoulder, Dot seems upset as she stares at Mrs. Barnes. Maybe she didn’t like Mrs. Barnes talking to you and that made you smile. “Seems like the bride-to-be is waiting for you.” 

She scoffs, “that ditzy little girl.” She stops herself and sighs. “She isn’t you and never will be.” She reaches her hand out which you do take. “You know where to find me.” 

You give her a curt nod before she turns and heads towards Bucky and Dot. 

“I like her.” Jake says.

“Me too.” You look over at him. “Jake, did you seriously take a whole tray of food? Jesus where does it all go?” 

He taps his head. “I need it to fuel this beautiful mind you love so much.” He grins before holding the tray out towards you. 

“You’re an idiot.” You tell him as you grab something off the tray and pop it in your mouth.

“I’m your idiot.”

 You laugh again as you shake your head, you wouldn’t change your friendship with the big doofus for the world. When you ran into him, you had already been on your own for three years. There was no one you could trust, Alex had sent people after you and you found yourself running constantly. After a close call where you found yourself hurt you literally ran into him. Jake saved you that night and he vouched for you with his group, the losers they called themselves. He knew what happened to your father, his family left the Boston home the minute they heard fearing for their lives. Shortly after that he put his computer skills to use, getting the attention of the team’s leader Clay. You gained their trust and when you were sure of what you wanted to do you told them your plan. They had mostly been doing small jobs here and there, but you guaranteed them more money and somewhere they could settle down if they helped, they agreed. 

The first step to the plan was a success, it had people talking about you. Exactly what you wanted, you wanted him to know you were back. As you made your way around the party, avoiding the more important families, that reunion was for a different day, you would let it slip that you were staying permanently. All so that it would get back to him.  After the time you gave yourself to be there was up, you left quietly with Jake beside you. He made sure to let you know that those steel blue eyes never lost sight of you.

“We found her.” you heard from the hallway outside of your home office. Looking up from the files you had laid out on the desk to find Gamora leaning against the doorframe. 

Gamora was part of the guardians when you met her. They were a small crew just like the losers and just as good. It took some time but after working together for a bit both groups started to get along, it was with them that you finally had everything you needed to get back to New York. They knew what you had promised the losers and they didn’t expect any less and you promised just that.  They however liked to be on the road, they would be your enforcers and would work with the out of state deals you had. They were just waiting for you to take over to start moving their products into New York. They all had skills you needed in order to take down Hydra. T 

he organization that had taken over your territory. Gamora was good at tracking people, how she did it you would never know but she was the best in the business. So her news made you smile.

“Where is she?” 

“She’ll be here in 10 minutes.” 

“Thank you.” The smile you gave her was genuine, something she knew was rare and she mirrored it before leaving. 

You got to your feet and started cleaning up your desk, you thought that there would be more time to prepare mentally but now was as good a time as any. Once you had made the plan with your people Jake searched a list of names for you and on the top of the list was her.

“Hey boss, your guest is here.” 

“Thanks Peter, can you bring her back here?”  he nods and disappears down the hall.

Closing your eyes you take a deep breath. 

“Y/N?” The voice was older now but still familiar. 

“Rosie.” you said in a shaky breath and rushed towards her open arms. Silent tears rolled down your cheeks as you allowed yourself this one moment to let yourself feel all those emotions you had locked away. 

“Let me look at you, mi niña.” she pulled back at arms length, her hands framed your face as she really looked at you. “I can’t believe you’re here. For the longest time I thought the worst had happened to you.”

“Come here, sit.” you motion for the couch against the wall, directly across the door. “I was so worried about you. I wanted to call you, I really did but I was scared they would try to hurt you. I didn’t know they would try anything anyway. I’m sorry.”

“Mi niña, this wasn’t your fault. I knew what I signed up for when I took that job all those years ago.” 

You took in her features, she had always been so beautiful. That accent from the Caribbean was subtle but still there and it was very noticeable if she was angry. Now she’s obviously older, gray hair intertwined within her long black hair, her hands starting to show some wrinkles. She was still beautiful even with what Rumlow did to her. The scar that ran from just below her left eyebrow, barely missing her eye, all the way through her cheek and down to her chin. It was deep and jagged. Made in a way that no matter who stitched it up the scar would always remain. It was punishment for not betraying you or your father. Alex had sent men into her home to try and hurt her and her family, which they weren’t able to do. But they didn’t know Rosie like you did, she was one hell of a fighter and she didn’t let any of them lay a hand on her. Alex sent Rumlow the next night to leave the scar instead. Then for fun he dragged her out of her home almost naked and bleeding out, leaving her in the middle of nowhere just as a snowstorm hit. It was a miracle she even survived that. From that moment she had issues with keeping a job, everyone knew who gave her the scar and they would let her go in fear of retaliation. So you knew financially she was struggling again.

“Still, how they attacked you. It wasn’t right.” 

“Forgive and forget.” She took your hand in hers. “Tell me why are you here? Aren’t you scared he’ll find out?”

“Rosie, I’m going to do the opposite of what you just said. I'm here to make him pay and to take back what’s mine. It’s one of the reasons I wanted to find you.” 

“I’m not going to get involved, I’m too old for that. I’ll give you some tips though.” She laughs. 

“No, Rosie I got that covered.” You hesitate for a moment. “I want you to come work here, for me. There are only so many people I can trust and you’re one of them.”

“Oh sweet child, I don’t know.”

“If you’re concerned for Gabe, don't be. I know he got accepted into Stanford, I can have him on a plane in 12 hours with a place to stay by the time he gets there. I’ll even cover tuition, which was the reason he wouldn’t be able to go in the first place right?” 

“I can’t accept that, it’s too much money. How could you even afford it?”

“Rosie, you were like a mother to me after I lost my own. You were there when even my own father wasn’t and Gabriel is like a little brother. If he goes to California he’ll be safe and I have associates over there that can get to him if needed. I can take care of him financially while he’s out there. As for you, there is a room here ready for you. I want you by my side.”

“Because you’re scared they’ll come after me again?” she raised an eyebrow at you. 

“Because I want you close and yes I want to make sure you’re safe. You don’t even have to do much and you can yell at the guys as much as you want, especially Peter.” 

She takes a deep breath as she considers your offer. You know it’s not an easy choice but it’s the safest option. 

“Ok, I’ll do it. I’ll work for you mi niña.” She smiles. “I can’t wait to tell Gabriel, he’ll be so excited.” 

You hug her. “Thank you Rosie, you don’t know how happy this makes me.”  You smile at her. “I’ll have JJ setup Gabes flight and apartment while Peter and Drax take you back to your place. They’re going to stay with you while you pack what you need. Then you’ll go with them to take Gabe to the airport ok?” 

“You are just like your mother.” She pats your cheek lovingly.

“What?” 

“Sweet child, who do you think ran the business, your father?” She chuckles at your confused expression. “When I come back I’ll show you some things I managed to save that belonged to her.” She gets up with you following close behind her. 

You tell everyone what to do before pulling Jake aside.

“What’s up boss?”

“JJ I need you to pull any information you can on my mother.”

“Are you looking for something in particular?” 

“I don’t know yet, just do a general search and see where it leads you.”

“I’ll let you know what I find.” He smiles down at you.

“Thank you.” 

The neutral zone, where anyone from the families that needed to negotiate would go.No guns, no fighting just talking. It’s where negotiations happened, where tuff wars ended. It hadn’t changed at all, the awning was still a faded burgundy, Vinnie’s was still printed on it in gold letters and the color of the brick was still fading. Through the glass door and matching windows on either side you could see the ‘public’ seating area was empty except for some of their guards which meant the meeting had already started. You knew it would happen, they would meet to discuss you just as you knew they would. This was your chance to tell them why you were back, to warn them of the war that was going to break out. It was their chance to step aside because you weren’t going to back down. 

“Want me to go in with you?” 

“No, I'm good Pooch. Keep the car running. I don't think this is going to take long.” You look at the restaurant again, was it possible to feel nostalgic about a place where you talked about criminal activity in your teenage years? Apparently so. 

Your door opens, allowing you to step out and cross the street with Nebula and Aisha trailing behind you. Aisha reaches for the door, as multiple eyes are on you immediately. There were a lot of newer faces and it took a moment for them to realize who you were but you paid them no mind. Your destination was in the back, past the bathrooms and behind the kitchen.  A door hidden in plain sight. 

“Stay here.” you say over your shoulder to the women who accompanied you. Considering how much time you spent here in your teenage years you had never really looked at the dining area. It was all black and white photographs and vintage decor, something that was supposed to resemble old Italy. The table purposefully looked worn down and the table cloths were mismatched. As you walk further into the restaurant you hear the faint sound of a radio in the manager’s office before walking into the kitchen. You give the cooks a curt nod before walking past them and heading to the door that leads to the meeting room. The conversation is all over the place as you open the door still hidden behind a curtain, they don’t know you’re there. But you are the topic of conversation. 

“Has anyone talked to her?” said one person, before the questions kept coming.

“Where is she staying?” 

“Why is she even back?” 

“I’m glad you asked Tony.” You said as you pushed the curtain to the side. 

The silence that fell over the room as all eyes fell on you was somehow comical. You closed the distance between yourself and Tony who had been pouring himself a drink and took the glass from his hand. 

“Thanks.” you say as you wink at him. They all followed your every move as you walked over to the table and sat in one of the last few available chairs. Right across from Bucky. You settle into your seat, completely relaxed as you know what’s going to happen next. 

You looked around and everyone was still there. Bucky and Steve along with Nat and her younger sister Yelena. Tony and his wife Pepper. Sam and Sarah who seemed happy to see you with her own eyes. But you were curious as to the newcomers at the end of the table. Of course you knew who they were, the Maximoff twins. Very well known in Europe and it seems they were doing business here too. The most powerful families of New York and the east coast were all represented here. It had taken generations for all of them to get along. Everyone in this room would go as far as calling each other friends. Tuff wars didn’t really happen anymore unless it was an outsider trying to take over and of course the occasional lower level members that wanted to get their boss’ attention. They usually didn’t last long. 

“Are you just going to sit there or do you want to enlighten the class?” Tony asks from his spot still by the bar. 

“Tony I’m surprised that no one has tried to kill you yet considering how annoying you still are.” you say jokingly.

“Says you sister, I’ve had 3 guns pointed to my head on separate occasions this month alone.” 

“Two of them were Bucky.” Steve adds from the other side of the table earning a laugh from everyone. They didn’t always see eye to eye but Bucky and Tony could work together when they had to.

“But really why are you here? Are the rumors true?” The question came from Nat this time. The eldest of the Romanoff’s, she was calculating and ruthless when needed. 

“What does the rumor mill say?” you ask back.

“That you’re back permanently. Who’s territory are you in?” 

“I’m on neutral ground for now. As for the rumors, they’re true.” 

Glances are exchanged among them, uncertainty in their eyes at  the prospect of you being back. There was always tension. It was part of this life but it was worse with Hydra being active. 

“Why?” The question came from Yelena who was sitting next to Bucky, you looked at her before your eyes flickered to Bucky for just a moment. You wanted to see if you could read him but his expression made it difficult to do so. 

“It’s simple Lena. I’m going to take down Alexander Pierce.” you said. 

“By yourself, can you even do that?” One of the Maximoff twins spoke up.

“Yes Pietro, I can do that and I will.” 

“Then why did you come here?” Pepper asked from her seat by Tony, usually she handled the legal side of the businesses but every once in a while she would show up to these meetings. 

“Because I came to warn you.”

“Warn us?” Yelena speaks up again. 

“Yes, It’s going to get really ugly and even though it’s been 10 years since we’ve seen each other I don’t wish anything bad to happen to any of you. So this is your warning, I’m not going to back down until all of hydra burns. I just don’t want to see any of you stuck in the middle and burn along with them.” 

Nat was on her feet quickly, her hands flat on the table as she leaned slightly toward you. Her eyes narrowed in your direction. “Are you threatening us? Because if you are I-”

“I don’t  make empty threats Natasha.” You cut her off as you stand and mirror her stance. “I am letting you know as a courtesy, for the fact that we were friends at some point. I am going to end them no matter who stands in my way or tries to stop me. I am done running and Pierce is going to pay for everything he’s done.” 

The room was quiet again but this time the tension was thick. There was no room left for doubt of what your intentions were. Even back when you were still in the city, working alongside your father, training to take over his position no one had ever seen you this angry or determined. After a moment of silence Tony speaks up again.

“If you want our help we can’t.”

“Did you hear me ask for your help? No, because I came prepared to do this myself. I didn’t come back on a whim, I’ve been waiting and planning for 10 years.” you give him a pointed look before standing up straight. 

“When do you plan on making your first move?” Wanda asks. You only shrug in response, you weren’t going to give them the details. 

Tony sighs from his place before standing up, his hand stretched out for Pepper to take. “I guess we should get ready for the hell you’re going to unleash. Good luck sister.”

You give him a curt nod before he disappears. Nat, Yelena and the Maximoffs following suit. The only one’s left were Steve, Bucky, Sarah and Sam who hadn’t spoken since you told them what you were going to do. Steve moves around the table and brings you into his chest for a hug. 

“I’m here for whatever you need.” He whispers in your ear as he slips what you assume is a business card into your hand. He smiles at you as he heads towards the door. Sam and Sarah are right behind him, each of them hugging you tightly. They were one of the reasons you were alive and you owed them that. Still they had offered their help, whatever you needed they would be there for you. They head to the door and are right behind them until you hear someone clearing their throat. You look over your shoulder to find Bucky leaning against the table with his fingers intertwined and resting on his lap. 

You realized it was just the two of you as the soft click of the door closing could be heard in the now empty room. So you turn to look at him. Eventually you wanted to talk to him alone, but not now. Not days after his engagement party, and certainly not at the beginning of what’s going to be a difficult few months. You couldn’t afford a distraction. He stands up straight, the movement taking you out of your thoughts. With every step it feels like the air is being knocked out of you until you’re standing face to face with him.

You look up at him, to find him with the smile he only gave you and after years of being apart it still gives you butterflies. 

“Hey.”  He says.

“Hi.” You whisper back. Afraid to break this little bubble that you have. He presses his forehead to yours as his eyes close. His hands find yours. For the first time you notice he’s wearing gloves but you can’t really focus on that. Not when he’s finally so close.

“I have missed you so much.” He confesses.

“Me too.” 

You move to rest your forehead against his chest. Bucky instinctively rests his chin on top of your head as his arms finally wrap around you. The same way he used to when you were in school. Surrounding you completely trying to protect you from the world.

“You don’t have to do this, you know.” He breaks the silence as he pulls back to look at you.

“I don’t have to do what?” You look at him confused. 

“This whole taking down hydra. It’s reckless and you don’t have to put yourself in danger, you can just live here. Move into my territory, I'll protect you.” 

You scoff at that while pulling away from as if his touch suddenly burned. “Are you kidding me?” You start pacing. “After everything he took from me. He’s the reason I had to look over my shoulder all the time.” 

Bucky reaches out to stop you. “Y/N, it’s dangerous and if he wanted you dead he would have made a move already. You don’t have to start a war.” Everything he said was just out of concern for your safety, logically speaking you knew where he was coming from. He didn’t want to see you hurt or worse. But somehow being told to back down made you furious.

“You don’t get it.” You say as you search for some kind of understanding in his eyes. “Do you know what it feels like to lose everything in one night?” 

“I lost you.” 

You let out a humorless chuckle as you shake your head. “You still had Winnie and Becca. Your home. And you had all of our friends by your side. I had nothing.”

“Bug I ju-”

“Don’t. I’m not your concern anymore.” You say over your shoulder as you start to move towards the door.

“You’ll always be my concern.” 

“Tell Dot I said hi.” You say bitterly before leaving the room, hearing him curse under his breath.

You don’t wait for him, instead you move quickly toward the front of the restaurant. To your surprise you hear Steve talking with Aisha and Nebula, who all turn toward the hallway at the sound of your rushed footsteps. 

“Y/N is everything alright?” You hear Steve ask but you choose to ignore him, because the truth was that nothing was alright. As you push the door open you hear Aisha and Nebula behind you.

“What happened?” Nebula asks once you begin to cross the street.

Just as you get in the car the door to Vinnie’s opens again revealing Bucky with Steve right behind him. You look at each other for just a moment before he starts walking towards you. That feeling of loss is somehow stronger now even though you’re just a few feet away from each other. 

“I’ll tell you later. Let’s go Pooch.” You say as you turn your attention forward. 

Leaving Bucky in the middle of the road to stare at the back of the car.

Ch. 3

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Tinder in Real Life

Pairings: Harry Lewis x fem!Reader, Sidemen x platonic!Reader Word Count: 2k Warnings: Language some people may find offensive, sexual themes, recycled lines from Sidemen Tinder in Real Life because I'm not at all creative Request: Hey! Could you do reader x Harry imagine where the sidemen do a collab video with the reader who is also a big youtuber and Harrys celebrity crush. And during the video the reader is very flirty, leaving Harry a flustered mess when the flirting is directed towards him, but very jealous when its with any other sidemen.

The Sidemen were one of the biggest groups on YouTube and one that you were very familiar with. At the age of 23, you were a fair bit younger than some of its oldest members but yet you had a close relationship with JJ, whom you had met through YouTube.

You had started your channel when you were 17, just under four years ago, making makeup videos, which was a passion of yours when you were younger. Not that you were any good at it back then. Those videos quickly become unlisted when your channel started blowing up in late 2016, now nearing 20 million at the present time.

It wasn't long before you expanded your horizons and had started making different sorts of videos, including vlogs of your everyday life - which wasn't and still isn't that exciting in your opinion - and those where you just had a laugh, attempting to do stupid challenges that were so popular back then. It was those, however, that grew your channel. Your fans seemed to love them and so you gradually started to make more.

As your small channel began to grow significantly, it caught the attention of KSI, a member of the Sidemen, who reached out to you to for a collab. You were ecstatic. You couldn't believe it at the time, why would someone like KSI with 20 million subscribers want to collaborate with you? By that time, you couldn't exactly call yourself a small channel anymore, with almost 5 million subscribers but it still didn't make any sense to you.

You and JJ quickly bonded after filming together. You had a very similar sense of humour and interests. As the years went, the older boy became one of your best friends, the nature of your relationship being very teasing and flirtatious but the both of you knew it was a joke. It was just the way you both were.

Though despite having known him for nearing 3 years now, you had never met the rest of the Sidemen, with the exception of Simon, as he lived with JJ. Which is why when he texted asking you to collaborate with the Sidemen, you couldn't turn the offer down. You were a fan of the group and the content they were producing. You thought the videos that they made were exceptional, that they were pushing the envelope of the standard of content on YouTube and often found yourself excited for new videos.

He had explained that they were filming another of their 'Tinder in real life' but a YouTuber version with the likes of BambinoBecky and ChiWithAC. You were so excited. You were finally going to meet the rest of JJ's friends and you had the opportunity to be a part of a Sidemen Sunday.

You arrived at the studio the boys were filming at in the afternoon, finding and greeting JJ before he introduced you to the other sidemen in addition to Lux, Freezy and Stephen.

"And you've already met Simon." He finished.

"Yeah. Nice to finally meet you all. JJ tells me a lot about you guys." You laughed.

"Because that's assuring." Ethan pointed out with a chuckle, the other boys letting out agreements.

"Not all bad, I promise." You teased, winking at him. Ethan felt the blood rushing to his face, immediately becoming flustered and stumbling over his words. You found that you often had that effect on people as you could be very direct and flirtatious even when you didn't mean it. To you it was just friendly banter.

"Geez Y/N, stop flirting with people you met literally five minutes ago." JJ rolled his eyes.

"You sound a bit jealous, Jide." You smirked, a teasing grin spread across your face.

"Nah, allow it." There were eruptions of laughter around the room, coming from the boys. You were quick to notice Harry standing out of the way and was significantly quieter than the others, with what seemed to be a forced smile on his face.

Harry was in his own head, barely paying attention to what was going on around him. When JJ had told him that you were going to be in the next Sidemen video, he panicked. You were an accomplished YouTuber who he was quite fond of to say the least. Well, that would be an understatement, he had a fairly large crush on you. A crush that no one but Freezy and Lux knew about.

He knew that JJ had been friends with you for some time now but never considered the possibility of even meeting you. His anxiety acted as a barrier to even the thought of it. But he was currently in the same room as you and had said nothing more than a short 'hello'. He longed to have the confidence Ethan had to speak to you, even more so for you to look at him the way you were.

Already you were flirting with JJ and Ethan, something that caused a pit to form at the bottom of his stomach. He wouldn't admit it, but he could slowly feel the jealousy forming. Not that he had anything to be jealous about in the first place!

You continued to speak with the boys as you got your mic set up, telling them stories you were sure would embarrass JJ.

"Y/N, stop." The older boy whined. He could be like a child sometimes, but it was one of his more endearing qualities. He simply wouldn't be JJ if he wasn't.

"No, carry on." Simon laughed.

"Oh, don't worry, there's plenty more where that came from." You teased.

"I think it's time we started, don't you think?" Harry grumbled.

"Right." You smiled at the boy, who's cheeks became tinted red. He ducked to hide his face and walked around to stand in the line, hiding himself in the middle.

"Hi, I'm Y/N, I'm 23 and I'm from Y/H/T." You spoke to the camera once you were given the go ahead.

"I'm Simon, I'm 28. I like to practice safe sex."

"Always a good start."

"I could tie you to the bed, so you don't fall off." He finished with a giggle. You acted like you were pondering it for a moment before letting out a laugh and swiping right.

"I'm down for that." You teased. The boys all let out rumbles of laughter

"Hi, I'm Ethan, I'm 26 and kiss me if I'm wrong, but you're gonna swipe right."

"What would you rather?" You joked. Ethan shrugged his shoulders and walked closer to the board, sticking his head through with his lips puckered, eliciting a cry of protest from Harry that this wasn't allowed. You laughed and made an over exaggerated motion to swipe to the right, causing him to pout playfully but walked over to the right anyway.

"Hi, I'm Josh, I'm 28. KSI has a top ten single, but you're the only hot single I can see."

"Wow, that was smooth!" You said with a grin. "Definite yes from me."

"I'm Callum, I'm 26. Are you into fitness?" Freezy asked.

"Can't say I am." You replied, unsure of what turn this could take.

"How about you fitness dick in your mouth?"

"I wouldn't get too excited babes, I gag on my toothbrush." You laughed. "We could try though."

You swiped right on him, chuckling as you watched him let out a yes before joining Simon, Ethan, and Josh. You frowned slightly, a crease forming between your brows as you saw Harry whisper something furiously at his friend but ultimately got distracted by Vik stepping up to go next.

"I'm Vik, I'm 25. My ex-girlfriend always said I'd never do better than her, wanna prove her right?" You could hear the cries of the boys in the background, some scolding him, others laughing.

"Man actually said prove her right. Not wrong." JJ shrieked with a shocked look on his face, holding his head with his hands.

"You need to find someone for that." You snarked, swiping left on the boy, who shrugged and walked off.

"Damn! You got told!" Lux cackled.

"Uh hi. I'm Harry. I'm uh 25, no I'm not I'm 24." He stumbled. "Are you sure you're a muggle? Because that ass is magical."

"You should see how magical it can be." You spoke before cringing at yourself and laughing, swiping right to avoid a reply. The boy's face grew a bright shade of red, closely resembling the colour of a tomato.

"Geez, is that an offer?!" Freezy yelled from the right side. You laughed, observing how Harry whispered furiously to the boy to stop and winked at him once he had could see. Your laughter only increased as you watched JJ step up.

"I'm JJ. I'm 28 and are you a raisin? Cause you're raising my dick." The boy in question stood in front of you so confidently, hands clasped together in front of him so seriously that you just lost it. By the time you composed yourself, there were tears almost falling from your eyes.

"A* for effort." You laughed, swiping right eliciting a cry of success.

You had wrapped up filming your segment of the video, which conveniently was the last of the day. You found JJ who you spoke to whilst the other boys were otherwise occupied talking to each other.

"Cheers for coming, Y/N/N. You've been great."

"Anything for you." You joked.

"Don't tempt me." He laughed. You could feel eyes on you, eyes that were burning into your side. You turned your head to see Harry staring you and JJ down before looking away after being caught in the act, and suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

"Does Harry not like me or something?" You whispered to JJ, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden.

"Not that I know of." He frowned looking at the younger boy. "He can be a bit awkward at times and gets flustered a lot."

"Right." You agreed. You excused yourself before sauntering up to the boy in question, calling his name to snap him out of the daze he appeared to be in.

"Oh, um hey Y/N." He stumbled.

"Hi." You smiled gently. "I uh, I was just wondering, do you... have I done something to offend you?"

"Offend me? Why, uh, why would you think that?" He rambled.

"It's just... it's nothing, it's probably just me overthinking things." You waved it off, feeling like a complete idiot.

"I'm sorry if I gave you the impression that I don't like you. I don't not like you, in fact I really like you! Oh, um I mean I like you, you're very pretty." The boy couldn't stop rambling which made you laugh. "No, wait."

"You think I'm pretty?" You blushed interrupting him. Harry felt his mouth go dry, not being able to get anything coherent to come out. "Well, Harry, I really like you too."

"What?" His eyebrows shot up so far it was almost comical. "Really? So, you don't like the other guys?"

"What? No." You laughed. "That's absurd. Why would you think that?"

"You seemed very..." The boy trailed off, not wanting to offend you after you had admitted to liking him.

"Flirty?" You finished, causing him to nod. "I'm like that with everyone, I don't mean to be half the time."

"Oh."

"Well, how about you give me your phone number and when you finally grow a pair, you can ask me out?" Your confidence levels had shot up spontaneously.

"Uh, sure." His cheeks had become a dark shade of red as he passed his phone to you so you could put your number in. You kept looking up at him as you typed, putting your name under 'Y/N x' in his contacts before handing it back to him.

"Y/N! Come on! We're going to Nando's!" JJ called from the other side of the room.

"Call me." You winked. Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth and was currently the only thing from stopping the wide grin from spreading across your face. A grin that hadn't disappeared from your face for the rest of the day, much to the curiosity of JJ, who was disappointed when you refused to tell him why, or more appropriately who, had put the smile on your face.