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sequinsmile-x · 7 months ago

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Bezel

He couldn't fix or change her past, but he could give her this.

-x-

Hi friends,

As we all know, I have a very famous lack of control. The lovely @eyesontheskyline posted a gif set and made a comment about Emily's giant watch in 2x20, my mind went haywire and once again here we are.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this - please let me know what you think <3

-x-

Words: 3.5k

Warnings: Mentions/references to loss of a parent

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Emily sighs contently as she takes a sip of her beer, the coolness of it removing any last bits of tension in her shoulders that the case they’d resolved had created.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?”

She turns her head to look at Aaron and smiles as their eyes meet, his eyes soft in a way they rarely were outside of either of their homes or the hotel rooms they shared. There was something strangely empowering about him looking at her like that in front of their friends and it warms her from the inside out. She nods and reaches for his hand that is slung over her shoulders, linking their fingers together as she leans in to kiss him, the taste of the scotch he was drinking passing from his lips to hers. She smiles into the kiss when she hears the others groan, making a point of deepening it for a moment before she pulls away, squeezing his hand tightly as she leans in further to his side.

“Okay, we get it, you guys are adorable,” Dave says dryly, a fond glint in his eyes as they both turn to look at him, “I think I preferred it when you two were pretending not to like each other.”

“I didn’t,” Penelope says, her glee at seeing them together obvious, her entire body practically vibrating with it. Her gaze drifts to Emily’s bare wrist and her smile drops, the corners of her lips turning downwards into a slight pout, “Sorry about your watch, Peaches.”

Emily looks at her wrist, her bare skin peeking out from underneath the sleeve of her shirt. Her watch had been damaged during the takedown of the unsub, the glass face of it smashed against the wall as he tried to evade arrest and shoved her out of his way. She’d cried out when it happened, more in shock at being pushed than anything else, her worst injury a slight graze of her palm against the brick wall, but it had been enough for Aaron to overreact. Her usually reserved and stoic boyfriend had briefly forgotten where they were and gone out of his way to make sure she was okay, barrelling into the room she was in as if he’d heard a gunshot, accidentally revealing their relationship to the team as he checked her over for injuries that didn’t exist.

It was why she’d allowed herself to get dragged into going for drinks with the team when all she wanted to really do was snuggle up with Aaron in his bed or hers. The news had travelled fast and Penelope had called her before the unsub was even in the back of a cop car, demanding they all went out when they landed back in DC because she wanted to see them. Aaron had been hesitant, his embarrassment at overreacting clear, but Emily had talked him into it. Her smile and a promise of later enough to convince him a few drinks with their friends was a good thing.

They’d told them what they wanted to hear, answering their friend's questions in a way that still allowed them to keep their privacy. Emily felt a certain sense of pride blooming in her chest when they told them they’d been together 8 weeks without anyone noticing, although Dave claimed to have known the entire time. Even though Emily knew they would both miss their relationship just being for them, she liked sharing it with the people she cared about. It made it feel impossibly more real - the three words she hadn’t said outloud yet, the three he hadn’t said either, on the tip of her tongue.

“Oh, that’s okay,” she says, smiling as her gaze drifts to where her hand is linked with Aaron’s for a second before she looks back up at her friends, “It wasn’t expensive. I have plenty of others”

“Are you talking you expensive, or regular person expensive, Princess?” Derek asks, hiding a grin behind his beer, “Because those are two different things.”

She laughs humourlessly as she makes a point of rolling her eyes. She makes eye contact with Penelope again and sighs when she sees that she still seems worried, a crease between her brows that lets Emily know her friend is still thinking about the smashed watch in her go-bag.

“I mean it, Pen,” she assures her, “It’s just a watch, it’s not like held any great sentimental value.”

There’s something about the way she says it that makes Aaron pause, his brows furrowing for just a second as he looks down at her, a smile still fixed on her face as she carries on talking to Penelope. Emily had always been very purposeful with everything she’d ever said. She’d been taught at an early age that words mattered, that everything had weight to it. She was never calculated, but she never said anything she didn’t mean, so it makes him curious and leaves him wondering if she meant that she did have a watch that held sentimental value. He files it away for later, sure that whatever it was it was something she wouldn’t want to share with the team.

When they get back to his apartment, it’s late. They shower together, their laughter and muffled groans lost under the roar of the water, neither one of them wanting to wake Jack up by mistake. By the time they climb into bed, Emily is tired, her body relaxed and sated as she crawls half on top of him, her eyes already closed as she relaxes into his embrace. He hauls her closer and smiles as she giggles, a sound she’d deny if he ever brought it up, her hand fisted in his t-shirt as she anchors herself to him.

“Can I ask you something?” He asks, his lips against her forehead as he trails his hand up and down her back. She hums as she settles further into his embrace, her arm over his waist and her leg over his hips.

“Always,” she murmurs, turning her head just enough to kiss his chest, “But make it quick, the combination of the beer and your magic touch is sending me to sleep.”

Aaron chuckles and kisses her forehead, taking a moment to breathe her in before he asks the question he’d been thinking of since they were in the bar, “Earlier, you said the watch you broke today wasn’t sentimental. Does that mean you have one that is?”

A part of her wonders if she should be annoyed that he noticed, that he was so good at his job it bled into their personal lives, but she can’t bring herself to be. Instead, she realises she wants to tell him, that she wants to reveal another part of herself to him simply because he’d asked.

“Do you remember that big watch I had?” She asks, her gaze locked on the wall of his bedroom, “It had a leather strap, the face of it was wider than my wrist.”

He nods before realising she isn’t looking at him, “I remember.”

“It was my dad’s watch. When he died…” she clears her throat and presses her lips together, giving herself a moment before she carries on, “My mom gave it to me. I kept it and one day I couldn’t find my watch so I wore it to work,” she lifts her head to look up at him, her hands on his chest as she rests her chin on them, “It was huge on me. Big and impractical and so obviously not made for me,” she chuckles, “But it made me feel weirdly close to him. Which probably sounds insane.”

“It doesn’t,” he says, tucking some of her hair behind her ear, smiling encouragingly at her as she leans into the touch, “It doesn’t sound insane at all,” he assures her and her response is to turn her head to kiss his palm, “What happened to it?”

He’d picked up on how she was talking about it in the past tense, had seen the wistful look in her eyes as she thought about the watch. She smiles sadly and slips one of her hands into his, pressing their palms together to test the size difference.

There was something comforting about how big he was in comparison to her, something about it that made her feel safe. She didn’t need him to protect her, didn’t need him to hold her together, but she wanted him to. She wanted to share things with him that she’d never shared with anyone because she knew nothing would scare him off. He’d seen the very worst of her and he was still here, he still wanted to know more.

“It was sold with everything else when I died,” she says carefully, making sure to link their fingers together as she says it, hoping the way she squeezes his hand lets him know she doesn’t blame him, his guilt for making that decision for her still lingering every time it was mentioned, “I was surprised Mother didn’t take it - she was the one who got it for him. But…she had all my things sold,” she smiles sadly, a shaky breath slipping past her lips as she thinks about it. About how her mother had all but wiped any memory of her from the face of the earth. She knew it was likely a defence mechanism, a way of dealing with the fact her only child was dead, but Emily liked to think if it had been her she’d have made a different decision.

Aaron drags her in for a quick kiss, his hand on her cheek as he encourages her closer to him, unable to bear to not kiss her any longer, “I’m sorry, sweetheart. You deserved better than that.”

She smiles and kisses him, letting her lips linger against his for a moment longer than necessary as she tries to convince herself that he’s right, drawing the comfort from him that only he had ever truly been able to provide.

“I never understood their relationship. They loved each other, just not in the way I ever wanted to love someone,” she says, looking down at his chest again, at the random patterns she was drawing on his shirt as she willfully ignores the fact they hadn’t told each other how they felt yet. The words unspoken but felt in everything they did for each other, a gentle kind of love they both thought was beyond them, “Mom got Dad the watch for his 40th birthday. It had this engraving on the back of it - See You in Paris,” she smiles sadly as she sighs, “It was their favourite place. It’s where I always remember them being at their happiest.”

“Paris?”

She laughs, an edge of bitterness to it as she nods, “Yeah, Paris,” she says, her eyebrow raised as she looks at him, “The universe has a sense of humour apparently.”

There’s so much he wants to say, an apology he knows she won’t accept trapped in his chest as he stares at her, but in the end he settles on kissing her, pulling back just enough to speak as he rests his forehead against hers.

“Thank you for telling me.”

She smiles, familiar love for him burning in her chest, desperately trying to escape as she presses her lips together to hold it in place, still worried it was too soon to say anything.

“Thank you for asking,” she replies quietly, kissing him once more before she rests her head on his chest, sighing contentedly as he wraps his arms around her. He immediately re-starts running his hand up and down her back, the warmth of him drawing her in, making her feel heavy and light in equal measure, “Goodnight, honey.”

He hides a smile in her hairline as she yawns and he kisses her forehead, “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

He lays there as she falls asleep against him, an idea forming in his mind before he joins her, his grip on her never loosening.

___

Aaron pauses outside Penelope’s office, his hand frozen in place as he hesitates to knock, wondering if he is making the right decision. Before he can talk himself out of it the door swings open and Penelope shrieks, her eyes wide as she places her hand on her chest.

“Sir, sorry,” she says, clearing her throat before she steps back to let him into her office, “I wasn’t expecting to see you.”

“That’s okay,” he says as he closes the door behind him, “I wanted to ask you something-”

“If this is about the checks I did on Henry’s school, I was only checking if-”

“No, it’s not about…” he frowns as he trails off, raising his eyebrow at her, “Should it be about that?”

She shakes her head, “No definitely not,” she says, taking a seat at her desk, “How can I help?”

He sighs, scratching the back of his head, hesitancy he doesn’t like washing over him, “If I ask you to look for something for me, can it just be between us?”

Penelope’s eyes go wide, the idea of being in on a secret exciting her, “Of course,” she says, before she gasps, her eyes somehow even wider, “Is this Emily related?”

He hides a groan as he shoves his hands into his pockets, “Yes.”

Penelope covers her mouth, physically holding her excitement in as she shifts closer to him on her chair, “Oh my god, are you going to propose?” She asks, and he glares at her, his stern gaze forcing her to calm down, “Okay, no proposal…yet,” she says, “How can I help?”

“When Emily…” he clears his throat, “When she died all of the things in her estate were sold on in an auction. Do you think you could track one of those things down for me?”

He sees the flash of pain across her face, how she struggles to push it away before she nods, “Just tell me what you need bossman, and I’ll find it.”

He smiles gratefully at her and pulls a slip of paper out of his pocket, all of the details about the watch written down on it, “And remember-”

“Not a word of this to Peaches or anyone else,” she says as she takes the piece of paper from him, a sense of determination overtaking her as she turns back to her computer, and he knows this is one secret Penelope Garcia will keep.

___

“Are you sure I can’t help with anything?” Emily asks, smiling as Aaron meets her eyes from where he’s standing. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, giving her a delicious hint of his forearms, the muscles shifting under his skin from where he’s washing dishes.

“I’m all done, sweetheart,” he says, reaching for a dish towel and drying off his hands, “Do you need more wine?”

She shakes her head and grumbles, “What I need is my boyfriend to come over here and make out with me.”

He chuckles and nods, pulling one of the drawers in his kitchen open, blowing out a quick breath before he lifts the large jewellery box out from where he’d hidden it under a towel. The search for the watch had been a little tricker than he’d hoped. In the last couple of weeks, he’d almost given up hope, and at times he’d only been bolstered by Penelope’s seemingly unending optimism that she’d find it. When she did she’d called him, her excitement so loud Emily had heard her from his phone while standing on the other side of the room. He’d brushed off her curiosity and was grateful when she didn’t ask any further questions. The nerves he’d felt when he first thought of doing this for her return in full throttle as he walks over to the couch, a piece of her history gripped firmly in his hand.

“Before we get to that,” he says, sitting next to her, holding the box out so she can see it, “I got you something.”

She hums curiously and sits up straight, placing her glass of wine down before she takes the box from him, “I haven’t forgotten our 10-week anniversary or something have I?”

He chuckles and shakes his head, his hand heavy and warm on her thigh, “Is that a thing?”

She shrugs, “If it is, I owe you a blow…” she drifts off, her joke dying in her throat as she opens the box, her mouth hanging open as he looks at the watch. She chokes on a laugh as she looks between him and the watch, words escaping her for a moment as she shakes her head, the conversation they’d had a couple of weeks ago coming back to her, “They don’t even make this model anymore.”

Aaron squeezes her thigh as he watches her run her finger over the bezel, her touch delicate as if she’d damage the steel, “It’s not a duplicate sweetheart,” he says gently, his smile soft as she looks up at him, her eyes shining, “It’s your dad’s.”

She frowns as she pulls the watch out of the box and turns it over, her breath catching in her chest as she looks at the engraving on the back, as if she hadn’t quite believed him until she saw it.

See You In Paris

She presses her thumb into it, and feels the dips and curves of the metal, a habit she’d picked up when her mother first gave it to her. One of the few ways she felt close to her father after she lost him. She looks up at Aaron, her vision blurry as tears push at the back of her eyes.

“Aaron…” she breathes out, his name caught on a sound somewhere between a sob and a laugh, “How did you find this?”

He shrugs as if it’s nothing, as if he hasn’t just given her back a piece of herself she thought was lost, “I asked Garcia to help,” he says, smiling when her eyes get wider, “She found the guy who bought it and I bought it back from him.”

She holds the watch tightly as if it would disappear and presses it against her chest. She closes her eyes and blows out a shaky breath. She places her other hand over her mouth, her fingers pressed against her lips as she tries to gather herself, her nerves shot at the unexpected kindness and love he’d shown her.

He watches her carefully, his eyes fixed on her face as she sits perfectly still, the watch grasped against her chest and her eyes screwed shut. Anxiety bubbles in his gut and he squeezes her leg, “Sweetheart, if this was a bad idea-”

“I love you,” she says, her eyes flying open as she cuts over him. Tears splash down onto her cheeks as she laughs and shakes her head. She looks at the watch and then back at him, her spare hand cupping his cheek as she drags him into a kiss, “This is…this is the best thing anyone has ever done for me. And I love you so much.”

He smiles and hugs her close, her hand with the watch still clasped in it pressed in between them. He kisses her temple and then her cheek before he tilts her head up to kiss him.

“I love you too,” he replies, kissing her again, “I love you.”

She laughs, the sound wet as it sticks in her throat, and he wipes some tears from her cheeks, “Thank you,” she says, the words not feeling anywhere close to enough as she rests her forehead against his, “This is…” she blows out a shaky breath, “Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” he says, pressing a kiss to her forehead, “I can’t give you the 7 months you lost back,” he says, tucking some of her hair behind her ear, “And I can’t undo anything you’ve been through,” he wraps his hand around the one holding the watch, “But I can do this.”

She shakes her head at him and rests her cheek on his shoulder, “I love you,” she says again, the words she’d been afraid of saying for weeks suddenly the only thing she could say, slipping past her lips with ease now she’d said them.

“I love you too,” he repeats, running his hand up and down her back. She sinks into his embrace, her eyes closed as she breathes him in.

“I can’t believe Pen didn’t let it slip,” she says as she pulls back, wiping her cheeks, “She’s terrible with secrets.”

He laughs loudly, the sound reverberating around them and he nods, “Well, I think I won’t be so lucky if I get her to help me propose when the time comes.”

She presses her lips together to stop her smile from getting any wider, the thought of marrying him, even this early on in their relationship, not scaring her as she knows it would with anyone else, “I think she might surprise you.”

When they get married 18 months later, Aaron wears her father’s watch, the weight of it against his wrist feeling like a promise as he watches Emily walk towards him.

-x-

I think I might have to add 'watch' to the list of inanimate objects I've made emotional thanks to these two...

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hannahhook7744 · 4 months ago

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The Day(s) We Met.

Chapter 2: Joyce 'Joy' Penelope Foxworth.

Summary: Hannah Hook meets Joyce 'Joy' Penelope Foxworth.

Trigger Warnings: smuggling.

Co-written with @casinotrio1965 .

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Hannah opened the door to the room FG had pointed her to. Keeping a tight grip on her bags and shooting Skia (who was in her crow form still) a stern look—silently telling her to stay in that form until they knew that they were alone.

Joy, who was watching her pet bunny Taffy run around, looked up and saw a strange girl in pirate getup.

“Oh hi,” Joy started. “Are you my new roommate?”

“Aye.” Hannah looked around the room, trying not to grimace at the third bed that obviously had been half-hazardly shoved in there. Most likely recently.

“Nice to meet you ! I’m Joy—” She pauses to pick up her pet bunny . “And this is Taffy !’

“Nice… to meet you too?” Hannah hummed, not sure what else to say. “Uh. This is…Rogue—” she gestured to Skia, coming up with a name on the spot. “And this—” she gestured to her pet owl, who was on her other shoulder. “Is Icarus.”

Her pet raccoon hissed from his cage. “Oh, and that's Midas.”

“Cool pets but… Icarus isn't gonna eat my rabbit is he? Cuz…” Starts Whispering, so Taffy won’t Hear . “Owls in the wild eat rabbits for breakfast”

“No, he won't. He's well trained, I promise. But if it

makes you feel better, I'll keep him in his cage when Taffy is out.” Hannah offered, figuring she should at least try to get along with her roommates.

“Thank you. That means a lot!” Joy said very relieved. “So … tell me about yourself . If you want to—”

Hannah interrupted, trying her best to look apologetic and not on edge. Silently hoping that River hadn't been caught hiding at the docs yet and that Luke still had plenty of air from where he was hiding in her suitcase. “Uh, sorry to interrupt but I thought there were supposed to be two of you?”

“Oh! You must mean Amira! Yeah she’s taking her pet tiger for a walk . Don’t worry she’ll be with us shortly…”

“Nice, nice. I'm guessing this is my bed? Unless it's for Amira's Tiger or one of yours?” Hannah gestured to the bed closest to the door.

“No, that’s your bed for sure !”

“Right. Thank you. So…. Wanna tell me about yourself?”

“Sure! My hobbies are History, reading, listening to music, animals, animal care, sailing, treasure hunting, fishing, playing games, pizza, climbing, singing, and yodeling.”

Hannah was thinking more like what her last name was and who her family were but she wasn't gonna complain. Any excuse to unpack was good enough for her.

“My mom Is Jenny Foxworth and my dad is Nibs Darling who used to be a lost boy for Peter Pan himself!”

“Oh. Cool… I'm uh, Hannah Hook. But I'm guessing you already knew that.”

“Yeah FG Informed us ahead of time .. So what’s Hook like as a dad?”

“Uh, like any other dad I guess?... I'm not sure.”

“Oh right.. Sorry. So What do you like to do for fun?” Joy asked sheepishly, embarrassed.

Hannah sat down on her bed. “Sailing, writing, playing games…drawing. Sword fighting. Treasure hunting. Reading. Lots of things.”

“No way! I like sailing, playing games and treasure hunting too! Guess we have three things in common!”

“Sweet—also does this place have a bathroom? I really gotta go.” It was a lie but the redhead didn't need to know that.

“Uh yeah right next to our shared closet .. “

“Alrighty then. I'll be right back.” Hannah smiled nervously, before heading to the bathroom with the suitcase that held Luke in it.

Leaving Joy behind to think that her and Amira's new roommate was more than a little odd.

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talaok · 2 years ago

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I've dreamed of this | Pt. IX

Summary: You are a part of the BAU, and for the longest time you and Dr. Spencer Reid had been best of friends, even when it was clear to everyone else, and at times to you, that you should be more than that, and when something almost happens on a night out with the team, everything is destined to change.

This is a double pov story (each chapter will be alternated between y/n's and spencer's pov)

Chapter summary: Penelope calls you, and causes a chain reaction

warnings: angst (please don’t be mad at me)

previous part | next part

*I'm really sorry for the long wait*

y/n

even his couch felt more comfortable than your own.

It was like you were meant to be here, it felt, like you were meant to be here.

The moment you woke up this morning, your head against his chest, and his sweet amber eyes looking down at you, the only question scratching your mind was why? Why have I waited this long for something I now see, was everything I've always wanted, if not needed?

It didn't make sense,

but then again, it did.

He had told you not to move, begged you even, to promise you wouldn't leave, and you didn't know how to tell him that that wasn't even a possibility you had weighed.

He had, unwillingly, left for work, and left you in his sunny apartment, feeling at home in one that was not your own.

You had been here before, dinners with the team, crashing at his place, movie nights where he either spent the whole time translating the film, or complaining about the improbability portrayed in the ones you chose.

You had been here, sure, but never like this,

now, it was as if you were looking at a whole new flat, a whole new world, one where things did, work out, and where his dark green walls maybe weren't so bad after all.

You had this feeling in your chest you couldn't describe as you smiled brainlessly at the off tv, relieving every second of the past 12 hours.

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't want this- a lot, for a very long time"

"I don't think I've ever meant anything more"

"would you just please let me kiss you?"

" I could too"

"I like you y/n, I've liked you for a very long time, In a way, I had never had before, and I know this isn't ideal, that there are a lot of things we should consider and talk about, and I'm willing to do that, but I just thought you should know"

"I like you, and I'm serious about this"

All of it in your brain, a constant background above the silence around you.

it felt like a dream,

this couldn't be real,

right?

You had spent so much time fighting it, rationalizing all of it, your feelings for him, the way your heart would melt every time he blushed or smiled, and now there you were.

It all felt surreal.

This wasn't supposed to happen,

This was the forbidden fruit in the garden of Eden,

and still,

you had taken a bite of the apple,

and nothing had happened,

not yet anyway.

Ring Ring

Your phone was ringing.

"Hello?" you hadn't even looked at the caller ID

"hi gorgeous, how's it going?" You recognized Penelope's voice.

You smiled at that "great" you said "it's going great"

"Really? Emily said she talked to you yesterday and you seemed down"

"Oh yes" you recalled "well, everything is better now"

"Really?"

"yes, really Pen" you smiled at her thoughtfulness,

"So did you find some things to do?"

You had to hide a laugh "Yes-yes I definitely did"

"Cool like what?"

fuck

it wasn't like you could tell her the truth.

oh yeah, so I basically got into a relationship that I'd been avoiding for years with Spencer, our coworker.

That didn't seem like it would work out

"I- I started watching- " you looked around frantically, and your eyes spotted a book "I started watching the lord of the rings"

"the whole saga?" she asked, shocked

"yes, it's been keeping me occupied"

"Spencer's gonna be happy about that" she scoffed amusedly.

Your cheeks flushed just at the mention of his name "Speaking of which" she said, and you could hear the smirk on her lips "Wonderboy arrived late today" she snickered "word on the street is he's got a girlfriend"

"What?" the words fled your mouth before you could stop them

How was it possible they already knew?

Yes, they were profilers, but no profiler was that good.

"Yes, let's just say he must have forgotten about some marks the lucky lady left on his neck"

Shit

Shit shit shit

"oh" you could only breathe

"not to mention how distracted he is " she chuckled softly "he hasn't even done his crossword this morning" she whispered as if it was some sort of profanity,

which, of course, it kind of was,

Spencer never missed a day, the whole team knew it.

You didn't know what to say, and so you stayed silent.

You could feel Penelope's attitude shift "Shoot- listen I know you two were kind of... I don't know- something-" she trailed off "but maybe this is better you know, with the whole Hotch thing and you being friends"

"I mean it's not like a woman like you doesn't have a line of men waiting for her"

"We weren't- anything" you clarified

"Sorry, I probably shouldn't have told you" you could hear the sadness creeping up her voice.

"It's fine, Pen, I'm-I'm happy for him"

"alright," she said, even though both of you knew she was still mortified "well anyway I and the gals thought we could come by this afternoon to keep you company"

Oh fuck

they couldn't come by, you weren't even there.

"oh no don't do that"

really y/n? that's the best you could come up with?

"why?" Penelope asked

C'mon think of something

"I just- I'm feeling a bit sick"

"oh" she hummed "I'm sorry," she said, " why didn't you say anything before?"

"I just didn't want you to worry"

"I'm- I'm not " she lied plainly "I could make you some soup you know? I could bring it to you. Yes, you know what, I'm gonna get off work earlier and get started on it-"

"Wait Pen"

"yes?" she stopped her rambling, and it surprised you she still had air left in her lungs.

"I think it's best if I just rest a bit y'know?"

"Sure" she smiled, but you could tell she was disappointed and worried altogether "I understand"

"thank Pen, say hi to the team for me"

"of course" she nodded "take care of yourself"

"will do" you joked "bye now"

"bye"

You stared at the colorless reflection looking back at you from the black screen,

Your smile had faded,

The feeling in your belly had mutated,

more bitter now, the warmth slowly dissipating against the cold breeze.

You should have been happy right?

You had gotten away with it,

both of you had,

Yes, the team thought Spencer had a girlfriend, but they had no idea it was you.

And you were able to convince Penelope not to come by your house.

Everything went perfectly,

so why did you feel like this?

like a puff had just caused the unsteady house of cards to fall to the ground.

You had everything you wanted,

you had him,

you had you, together.

this wasn't how it was supposed to be,

you should be feeling ecstatic,

happy,

on fucking cloud nine,

but it was as if you had to woken up from the dream, from the fable, and reality was starting to hit.

You had lied to her,

to Penelope,

one of your best friends, a person who knew everything about you, a person who'd seen you cry and laugh and puke more times than you'd like to admit.

You had to lie

Make up a bunch of things and lie to her face like it was normal, like nothing was wrong with that.

But so much was wrong with it,

And not only because it made you feel dirty, and shitty, no, but because she didn't deserve it.

She would never do it to you, you knew.

And still, you hadn't even hesitated before doing it to her.

And as much as you liked to think that it was necessary, and that it wasn't gonna be forever, you had no real guarantee that that was the truth

You had never really thought about it,

and apparently, all it took was a phone call for the pandora's box lid to fly off, and your mind was now flooding with doubts and fear, and second thoughts.

When were you gonna be able to tell people?

never, was the only answer you could think of,

You weren't allowed to date,

because of Hotch's rule,

And it's not like you could have told everyone but him, that seemed practically impossible.

So that was it, either one of you left the BAU or you would have to keep it a secret forever, continuing to lie every single day.

The thought of it terrified you,

And with it, millions more started clouding your mind.

__ __ __

"hello"

you had been crying

"hi" you smiled weakly from the couch

He threw his sachel on a chair and walked up to you immediately, bending to meet his lips with yours.

It felt good, too good.

"I've missed you" he sat next to you, a big smile on his face "I couldn't wait to get home" he confessed shily "I don't think anybody suspects anything though, so we're in the clear" he moved a lock of hair behind your ear, and his brows furrowed "what's wrong?"

You didn't know where to begin,

a tsunami of emotions was going off inside of you, and you had no idea how to get them out.

"Penelope called" you finally said

"ok" you could tell he was confused "that's good right?"

yes, Spencer, that's supposed to be good.

God, you felt like you were going crazy.

"I lied to her"

"what do you mean?"

"she said she wanted to come to my house, and I said I was sick"

"Oh" he breathed "that's-that's ok, I mean that's like a - white lie"

You could only look at him, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes.

"And you know, you could have gone back home, that would have b-"

"that's not the point Spencer" your voice broke " I lied to her, and- and I'm gonna have to keep doing it"

"what? no that's not true" he placed a hand on your thigh, trying to reassure you.

"We can't tell anyone Spence you know it"

"Well I mean we could tell her, just not Hotch"

"and how that gonna work?" you asked way too harshly.

"I'm sorry I just- there's a lot of things we haven't thought of"

"I know y/n I know" he stoaked your cheek "but we can work it out"

Oh, you so wanted to give in, to tell him that yes, maybe you could and that he was right, but you knew that wasn't the truth, as much as it pained you to say it, he was wrong.

"How?" you said "We're gonna get fired if Hotch finds out, and unless one of us wants to leave the team we're gonna have to keep it a secret," you explained with a weak voice "and I don't know-" you couldn't believe you were about to say it "I don't know if I can do it, Spencer"

It was like you had just punched him in the face,

his eyes went blank, as his smile disappeared.

"I'm sorry" you cried "I'm so sorry Spence this is all my fault I should have never come here, please- i'm so sorry" you reached for his hand.

"y/n-" he tried to talk but you interrupted him

"no, please don't try to change my mind" you begged "It's- It's not only Hotch, Spence" you confessed

"You're my friend," you said "before this, before everything you're my friend Spence, and- and you mean everything to me, y'know" you sighed "and if- if this doesn't work out I don't wanna lose you, I can't, I can't lose you, I don't think I could do it without you"

"And I know this is gonna mess things up for a bit but I hope we could still be friends because I need that Spence, I need you as I friend, and I'm scared that if we do this, like really do this, and learn we've made a mistake, then I'm gonna lose you forever, and I can't let that happen"

You hadn't noticed the tears fleeing your eyes, because your sight was fixated on him, his mouth slightly parted, his eyes still in shock.

"I-" he swallowed thickly, his eyes scanning your face "You're never gonna lose me y/n" he said "we can work this out"

"This can't be how this ends"

"I'm sorry" was all you could say

"Y/n the moment I met you, the moment you smiled and introduced yourself, I knew I wanted this, the first time I saw you laugh I thought I was gonna have a heart attack y/n, I-I- I spent the last four years of my life stealing glances at you, and planning things to do or say to make you happy." he breathed "you can't do this y/n, not now"

"I'm sorry" your lip was trembling

"please forgive me Spence but I think it's best if I go" you got up and quickly grabbed your purse just to dash to the door,

but he followed

"y/n" you turned, and he was just there, inches from you, just like that night at the bar "y/n, I lov-"

"no, don't" you covered his mouth, a sob creeping up your throat "please don't"

You let your hand fall, taking a step to be flush against him, your mouth ghosting his "this is for the best" you breathed, hopeless "I can't lose you Spence" you kissed him, fully, desperately, like it was the last time you were ever gonna do it, because, of course, it was "please understand"

you whispered,

and without looking back,

you were out of his apartment.

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chrisevansleftpeck · 2 years ago

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Blueberry Muffins - Spencer Reid x Baker!Reader

Word Count: 870

A/N: Haven’t updated Blueberry Muffins since April....BACK ON IT I SWEAR LMAO ENJOY (the shortest chapter yet im so sorry omg)

Content Warnings: None :)

CHAPTER 6

Three months and 2 weeks in. Sure you’d only been actually “dating” for 2 months, but you’d known him for longer. You kept track of time and often wondered if Spencer did the same. Of course he did. However, you had a lingering question: were you guys like a couple? He didn’t call you his girlfriend or partner or anything and when you spoke to Gen, you only ever referred to him as Spencer. He was more than just Spencer to you though. He was…well, like your boyfriend.

January still carried remnants of the cool and crisp winter air. You felt the breeze sweep, through the dark night, and into the bakery as you wiped down tables. Gen sat criss-cross in a chair, scrolling through her phone. Again- not much of a hard worker.

Working at a bakery or store of any kind, you knew what the feeling of those last ten minutes before closing was like. It was your time to pop in some earbuds and tie everything together so you could go home. However, there was always the not impossible fear that someone could walk through the door at the last minute. They were always stuck in traffic or in need of a pick me up. Simply wishing that nobody walked through that door was a feeling you knew all too well.

Except for when it was Spencer. You couldn’t wait to see him at the end of the day. His presence put a smile on your face that tugged at you and wouldn’t let you relax your mouth even if you tried. And that’s just what happened this night. You heard the dreaded jingle, but when you turned around, you were met with Spencer. He smiled sweetly, still wearing his work clothes (which happens to look very similar to his normal clothes, but there was a slightly more formal element to it.) Spencer stood in front of you in a white button-down with a blue tie and his black blazer pants.

Gen’s footsteps pitter-pattered, disappearing into the kitchen, as you ran up to hug Spencer. He wrapped his arms around your waist, squeezing a little. When you pulled out of the hug, you let your arms rest around his neck, bunching up his collar a bit, while his hands rested on your waist. You felt his fingers twiddle and fidget with each other while around your waist.

“What’s up?” You asked him. You felt tingly being this close to him. His face was red with nerves and feelings and excitement.

“Um, well, I like just got off of work and my friends are outside. From work. You know like, um, JJ, Rossi, Hotch, Emily, Penelope, and Morgan?” You tried to keep your face from dropping but this was a frightening realization. He wanted you to meet his friends. Some of the people he loved the most.

“Um,” You dropped your arms by your side, “That’s- well- do they want to come in?” You peeked your head through the window to quickly face Spencer again. Your eyes had been met with a slim blonde girls’. Must’ve been JJ.

“Well, um, that was the idea. I’m just now realizing how um rude it must be to spring this on you.” Spencer rubbed his neck nervously.

You sighed quietly, you weren’t mad, not at all, just very very nervous. Spencer didn’t openly admit to loving many people besides his mom. You’d heard him mention his admiration and love for his friends several times, though. (Even if he wouldn’t say it to their faces.) “It’s fine, really. Um, I’m just nervous. You love them so much and-”

“They’ll like you, Y/N. I promise. Just don’t give Penelope your full name. She likes to research the team’s significant others.” Spencer laughed, running his hand through his hair briefly.

You internally paused, your heart dropping. Spencer didn’t seem to notice what he’d just said, kissing you on the cheek then exiting to bring his friends in. You flicked on all the lights as they walked in, filing in one by one.

A tall, muscular man walked in first, Morgan, you thought. He was the epitome of a fine specimen to most women you were sure, but you liked them nerdy and sweet, like Spence.

Next was a girl with blonde hair streaked with pink stripes. Her style was quite unique and those details alone were enough for you to know that it must’ve been Penelope.

The rest of them followed after Penelope, but Hotch stuck out to you in particular. He wasn’t like the first thing you’d imagine him to be. Spencer described him as tall, black hair, very serious. He said it was extremely rare to see a genuine smile come across his face. Yet, there he was, striding in his work suit with a nice smile, not teethy though.

Hotch held out his hand to you, “Nice to meet you.”

Trying not to show your panic, you held out your hand as well, shaking his. “You must be the boss.” You joked.

Then there it was, Hotch showed some teeth. You looked over to Spencer, smiled big and eyes genuinely happy. You could see him like this forever.

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threadwitchpenelope · 2 years ago

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Two Week Notice

"Go away, Az."

"Lucky, please, hear me out."

Penelope slammed down the box of supplies she was holding and rounded on her ex, a snarl on her lips. "No. You don't get to call me by that stupid fucking pet name anymore. You lost that right ages ago. And for the record? I fucking hated it. The whole time."

Az held up his hands and took a step back. "Sorry! Sorry. Penelope. I just...I realized how bad I fucked up. I want to make things right. Come on, what happened to us? We were going to get married?"

She scoffed. "What happened? Are you stupid? You cheated on me! And then you had the gall to tell me that you'd still consider marrying me if I was 'cool' about it! You asked me if I could blame you! Do you have any concept of how fucked up that was?!"

"We both said a lot of things in the heat of the moment-"

"You said it a day later as I was moving your things out."

Az sighs like he's tired. Like she's the one making this difficult. Which, to be fair, she is. But like hell she'll let him make her feel bad for it. She does pull back. Composure.

"You know what your problem is, Az?" She looks at him. He looks the same, if a few years older but on closer inspection, his clothes are rumpled and worn. His hair is greasy. He's had a bad time of it. Good. "You treated loving me like a job. Like...like I was one of your clients. You did what I asked you to do but only that. The bare minimum."

He bristled. "Hey! I brought you flowers, I took you on dates!"

"Did you do them because you liked doing it? Or because you were taught that they were necessary?" She narrows her eyes. "Were you ever happy when we were together? At all?"

He presses his lips into a firm line. "Of course I was. I...Yeah, okay, I thought the flowers were dumb and didn't like the places we went to when you got to pick. But that's what love is! Compromise!"

"And you still cheated. Happy people don't cheat on the person they intend to marry. Admit it...you never loved me. I just checked all your boxes for what a spouse is supposed to be." She sighed. "Az. You're not a bad person. You made some awful decisions...but I'm not looking to hire someone for the role of my partner in life. And I'd rather be alone forever than settle for someone who's okay with just enough."

Az stared her down but he, too, slumped. He laughed, rueful and charming like always. "I had to try. It's been awful without you. But you have my number? If you change your mind?" He offered out a post-it note with a number scrawled on it.

She smiled at him and accepted the paper. "Goodbye, Az. Please don't come back. I wish you well."

"...Bye, Penelope." He turned, put his stupid hat back on, and walked out the door. Penny locked it after him. She turned, went into her office, and let herself collapse into her chair. She wouldn't cry here. She promised herself she wouldn't taint her shop with tears again.

She glanced at the post-it. She crumpled it and tossed it into the basket. It bounced off of the rim and rolled under a nearby table. Penny left it where it was. She'd get rid of it later.

Instead, she closed up and packed her things to head home. It was Purpled's turn to cook and Dream or Sapnap or Niki would want to stop over for leftovers or cards at some point in the evening. She let Az's visit slip out of her mind for the time being.

She had to keep moving forward. For her own sake.

#musings #Two Week Notice by Leanna Firestone is stuck in my head #So I'm making it everyone's problem

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justnerdy15 · 1 year ago

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(is it cool to write a response on these? lol)

Listen.

When she wanted to move out of her parent's place, some concessions had to be made, alright? She wasn't (and still isn't, thanks a lot Korzuman) exactly rolling in cash.

One of those concessions, unfortunately, was getting a roommate.

What is even more unfortunate is that said roommate turned out to be a bona fide demon which she only found out after a poorly planned Halloween prank.

The existential crisis that followed eventually calmed down after Korzuman promised (once he got his face back in order -- holy water is no joke apparently) that he meant no harm, adding that he actually just recently retired from his Hell-bound duties and wanted to spend some time in the mortal realm.

Ha. Retirement. What a concept.

Anyways.

Korzuman is a pretty good roommate all things considered. He's fairly quiet, doesn't bring guests over often, pays his half of the bills on time, and likes spending time with her cat, Domino.

There's just one thing.

"Will you pick your shit up!" Penny barks out, clutching Domino close to her chest, backing away from the kitchen as some slime. . .thing inched its way across the tile floor. "Seriously Korzuman, what the fuck?"

There's the long creak of his bedroom door opening and then he sticks his head out, thick coiled horns protruding from the top. "I'm sorry?" He asks, confusion written across his face.

"This!" She gestures wildly towards the kitchen floor. "Whatever is crawling across the floor and - ah! - coming closer to me, ohmygod." Penny backs further into the living room. Domino hisses at the thing and burrows deeper into Penny's arms.

He glances over, large black eyes narrowing, before he laughs, stepping out of his room. "Penelope, it's just Igrith!" He says, like that means anything to her as he walks across the room. "She just emerged from her hatchery. I didn't think she would be able to escape yet." Korzuman strides past Penny, oblivious to the incredulous what-the-fuck look on her face, and scopes the slime creature (?) into his arms.

"What a clever girl," he coos, running the back of his fingers down its top, careful not to nick it with his claws. "Oh yes you are. How wonderful."

Jesus Christ.

At least it hasn't tried to eat him yet. Or her. Or Domino.

"Okay, but what is it?" Penny asks as Korzuman settles into one of the kitchen table chairs, letting the thing -- well, Igrith apparently -- settles into his lap. "Usually your little experiments don't move. Around."

His eyes flick up to her face, a relaxed smile on his lips, as he pets Igrith. "Well, she's ours. Our first familiar."

"Ours? What do you mean ours?"

His head tilts to the side, looking at her like she's the idiot, and raises an eyebrow at her. "I mean she's ours. It's a very important milestone, you know, for a bonded pair to successfully forge their familiar." Korzuman smiles at her again, tips of his fangs just peaking out, looking entirely too pleased with the situation. "It's a good sign. Our first attempt being successful."

It's like her brain has stopped working. Information overload. Blue screen. Pump the breaks. What the fuck?

Bonded pair.

What the hell does he mean by bonded pair?

"I think we need to pause for a second and rewind a little bit," Penny says to him, sitting down on the nearby ottoman. Domino climbs her way out of Penny's arms to settle behind her back. "I am very, very confused about what's going on here. Like all of it."

"Well, I was a bit surprised that you decided to join on this endeavor, Penelope. Especially since we have not completed the bonding yet, but I was happy to see how committed you were."

"And how, exactly, was I committed to this?" She usually doesn't touch his magical, occult, whatever thingamabobs out of an abundance of caution. Or at least she thought she didn't.

He hums, stroking Igrith, who's more like a puddle now than the log-ish shape it was earlier. "You know, feeding her? Granted there is not much else you would be able to do since you are mundane and cannot access the ether and its powers. Still, since you fed her that did allow a connection to form between you two just as one formed between myself and Igrith."

Fed her?

Fed her.

Oh God.

She bites her lip, wanting to curse herself, and rubs one hand roughly across her face. "So, Igrith was in that box? On the kitchen counter?"

"Yes," Korzuman replies cheerfully. "Honestly, she emerged at just the right time. I was afraid I would have to transfer her to a new hatchery."

Fucking shit. You've got to be joking.

Penny thought it was one of those damn countertop composting bins. She thought Korzuman was trying to go green. You know, save planet Earth.

This is so embarrassing. What the hell is she supposed to tell him?

She looks down at Igrith, the slightly vibrating -- she'd almost call it purring -- black mass, and back up at Korzuman's face, looking at her like she's given him everything he could ever hope for, hesitating.

Dammit.

"It might take a while for Domino to adjust to her," Penny says finally, offering a small smile. "But - uh - she'll come around."

Your roommate is a hulking demon, a former warlord with millennia of combat experience, and the picture of menace and brutality. Apparently, they were under the impression that you’ve been flirting with them “with the subtlety of a volcano” and you have NO idea how.

#writing prompt #this was fun #original writing #my writing #demon romance

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galaxysupreme17 · 3 years ago

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If I Could Tell Her

BAU!Team X Teen!Reader

You have been interning for the BAU for a year now and you are about to graduate high school. The entire team has become your family. Penelope is like your fun, hippie older sister. Spencer is like your nerdy yet cool older brother.

Emily and JJ are like your moms, they even adopted you because your family was killed which is how you ended up interning there. Morgan is like that uncle that every single one your friends has a crush on.

Hotch has always been like a father figure to you with the funny dad jokes and lecturing your prom date last year. Now Rossi is like your grandpa with his amazing stories and protectiveness over you.

You have been through so much with them over the course of the year and you wouldn't change a thing.

Walking into the bullpen you sigh with content. Looking around you take notice of everyone at their desks doing paperwork and drinking coffee. You very quietly make your way behind Derek and just simple whisper in his ear causing him to jump so high you swore he was going to hit the ceiling.

The simple motion made you start laughing to the point of tears and everyone else around you started laughing too. Emily stood as everyone calmed down and walked over to you pulling you into a hug.

"Alright Y/n that wasn't funny" Derek says sternly which made you start laughing even more. "Sorry but that was priceless" you add with a smirk. "Why didn't you scare pretty boy or Prentiss" Derek questions with a roll of his eyes and a soft smile coming to his face.

"I will never under any circumstance try to scare Emily and Spencer promised to help me study for my midterm so I wasn't about to screw that up" You explain with a shrug before heading to Penelope's "lair" as she calls it.

Once in the room you shut the door and sit on one of the many desks as Penelope turns her chair around. "Alright cupcake what tea do you have for me?" Pen asks causing you to giggle and blush slightly.

"Ooooo You are blushing! Who is it?" Garcia questions further. "I need advice Penny. There is this girl but I don't know how to talk to her" You explain darting your eyes to your hands as they have become extremely interesting.

"Tell me about her pumpkin. Let's see how I can help" Penelope says softly as you let out a small sigh before looking up with a smile.

“There's nothing like her smile! Sort of subtle and perfect and real. You could never knew how wonderful That smile could make someone feel you explain with a smile creeping its way onto your face.” You explain

“Awww Y/n/n! That is cute! What else? Penelope questions looking to the young teen.

“Whenever She gets bored she scribbles stars on the cuffs of her jeans. Oh! Also she still fills out the quizzes that they put in those teen magazines” you say not even realizing what you're saying anymore.

Garcia smirks at this and motions for you to continue as she secretly messages the rest of the time about your little crush because she is Garcia and can't keep her mouth shut.

“Gods Pen! If I could tell her. Tell her everything I see. If I could tell her how she's everything to me. But we're a million worlds apart and I don't know how I would even start.” you say, standing up and walking over to you bag pulling out a photo of the two of you from a year ago.

"What else sweets?" Pen questions with a small smile.

“It looked pretty cool when she put indigo streaks in her hair. And I always have wondered how she learned to dance like all the rest of the world isn't there."

"But I keep it all inside My head what I see I leave unsaid. If I could tell her, tell her everything I see. If I could tell her how she's everything to me. But we're a million worlds apart and I don't know how I would even start.” you say causing JJ, Emily, Spencer, and Derek to all smile as they listen.

“But what do you do when there's this great divide? And what do you do when the distance is too wide? And how do you say I love you?” You add looking over to Penelope who is smiling widely.

"Oh you have some serious feelings girlie" Penelope laughs as you blush and hide your face slightly. "Just help me Pen. What should I do? I mean I have a crush on the head cheerleader who also happens to be my best friend" you sigh dramatically before landing on the other chair in the room.

"I think you should write a little letter and leave it in her locker and when she opens it and reads the letter and turns around you should be standing there with her favorite flowers or chocolate and give them to her" Penelope explains. You nod agreeing and the two of you get to work one writing a short letter for you to put in her locker tomorrow.

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greensleeves888 · 3 years ago

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Widow's Pique Chapter 29

Overview: Penny is a 41 year old mother of one, existing day to day in the normal world until a chance encounter changes everything, for everyone.

Author’s Notes: Hey Tumblrs! So this is my first ever story (not counting the shit I created at school). So be easy on me! I apologise for any typos, and for my misunderstanding of basic punctuation. This story has a little bit of Yours Truly woven into it. It’s a slow burn, full of angst, inner monologues, and insecurities but promises a happy ending of sorts! Using just my imagination and countless hours “researching” Mr. Cavill, I hope I can portray a different side to this fascinating man. Please indulge me …

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Plus Size/Curvy OFC (Penny)

Chapter: 29 of ?

Word Count: 8.2K!!!

Warnings: Angst. Pregnancy. Masturbation. Sex. Pandemic.

Disclaimers: This is all fiction baby!

Over 18’s only. No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it or parts of the source material, and claiming it as your own.

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Widow’s Pique

They both cried ugly tears, still watching each other on the video call.

Penny just couldn't talk anymore. She was so relieved to have finally told him, but now she dreaded all of the inevitable questions and worries that he would have.

"Pen - Sweetheart. Please don't cry, please Darling. God I love you so much. I'm so - so sorry I'm so far away. Uh! I can't believe this is happening! I'm going to be a Papa?! Ha!! I'm gonna be a Papa!"

And now he started crying again whilst Kal barked, wondering what on earth had upset him.

"Is everything ok with the baby Pen? Can you tell me anything?"

She tried to slow her breathing and calm down, but the raw emotion flowed through her, wave after wave. She looked up at the doorway and beckoned Kate over.

Kate held Penny tight, cuddling up to her as they sat together on the sofa. She told Henry everything that had happened at the hospital, and Penny's concerns over her meds harming the baby, and her fears and embarrassment at not realising she was pregnant all this time.

"I'm so sorry Hen." Penny managed to add.

"Why the hell are you apologising woman?!" he laughed, "You have nothing to apologise for my love. I'm the one that should be saying I'm sorry for leaving you. But you will be ok, and our baby is ok as well. So neither of us need to stress out alright? Penelope Green, you are full of surprises, you know that?! I can't stop grinning right now, I can't wait to tell my family - un- unless they already know?"

"It's just me and Callum that know so far Henry. Ben doesn't know yet either,"

"Ok, then - maybe we could tell Ben together Pen, when you're feeling up to it?"

Penny smiled and nodded. Henry's heart ached at how tired and pale she looked.

A loud bang on Henry's trailer door made them all jump, he was needed back on set.

With a deep breath, he began, "Kate, look after my girl ok. Pen - message me and phone me anytime ok? Hopefully, we can speak again later if you are up to it? Rest up, ok Mama. I love you."

"Love you too Papa," Penny whispered as Henry groaned and wiped his eyes again, his brilliant smile unstoppable.

Three days later, Penny woke up after a decent night's sleep, feeling as if she had awoken from the longest dream, the past two weeks seemed like a blur, her memory was patchy, but her mind finally felt clear and her mood stable. Kate was still asleep next to her, it was too early to wake Ben for school.

She treated herself to a much needed bath, her body ached from being so tense lately. She carefully slid into the lavender infused bubbles and let out a huge sigh of relief as her tension started slipping away and finally her joy could return.

She rested her head back against the smooth cold porcelain as her sensitive breasts became exposed to the cool air again, making her goose pimple all over. She linked her fingers over her tummy, enjoying the comfort it gave her. Knowing that a part of Henry was always with her. She felt a new determination to make things right again, look after her mental health and her physical health. Stop being such an emotional wreck. Prove to everyone, and herself, that she didn't have to be supervised. Although she was so very grateful for everyone's help, she didn't want to be a worry for them anymore.

Henry wore a permanent smile. Whilst everyone on set was stressed and worried about the lockdown, Henry was like an excited puppy. He was desperate to tell everyone. But he knew he had to wait until Penny was ready. He was so relieved that she was back to her normal self. They'd still not had much time to speak in-depth due to his schedule and the time difference. He was desperate to get back home and hold her. He just wanted to get the film over and done with. He needed her touch, her kiss. She was his home, and now she'd be the mother of his child. Something he kind of knew deep down for a long time now.

Henry finally had a day off, he'd decided to wake up super early so he could speak to Penny as much as possible. Kate had gone home that morning, happy that Penny was back on track. Today was the day they were going to tell Ben, Helen, and Henry's family. They already had a family zoom call booked with Henry's lot. He was also going to visit Charlie and Heather at their lake house for the day once Ben was told.

Penny set up the iPad at the kitchen counter. Ben was excited to see Henry and Kal. Everything had been really weird since he'd left. Penny was a little nervous about how he might react, and if he'd want to know more about how it all happened.

"Hey, Buddy!! How are you doing?" Henry beamed at his own iPad screen. Kal jumped up onto the bench next to him, snuffling after the sound of his little pal."

"I'm good, hey Kal!! Ha! Kal's gonna eat your iPad, Henry!"

"Hopefully not, he's just pleased to see you, as am I. Penny?"

They'd already briefly discussed how they would handle this, Penny would take the lead, and Henry would back her up.

"So - Ben. We've got some news to share with you, Sausage." Penny gulped, glancing at Henry's huge Hollywood smile.

"Are we going to Canada Mummy, to see Henry?"

"Erm, soon, hopefully, but - that's not the news. The news is." She faltered now seeing the disappointed look on his face. "Is - that Henry and I, and you. Well, not you but, kinda you as well. Oh - crap. Let me try again." Ben looked at Penny with a quizzical look on his face.

"Ben, buddy." Henry piped up "You're going to be a big brother."

Penny grimaced a smile as she clenched her hands together in anticipation of Ben's reaction.

"No way! No way!" and Ben began to cry.

Penny pulled him into her chest, kissing the top of his head.

"It's ok, Pumpkin. There's nothing to worry about." Penny soothed.

"I know, I'm not sad Mummy! I've always wanted a brother or sister. When are they coming?"

Penny cried in relief. She was so worried about bringing any more upheaval into his world.

"Well, Mummy's got to keep them safe inside her tummy until he or she is big enough to come out," Henry added.

"So it'll be in about 5 months, so enough time to help us buy lots of fun things, and decorate their room ok?"

Ben's face lit up at that prospect.

Penny took his small hand and placed it onto her stomach.

"You are going to be the best big brother ever! You know that right?"

He leaned forward, cupping his hands against her belly. "Hellooo it's Ben, it's nice to meet you. I'm your brother."

Now both Penny and Henry were in tears. Henry cuddled Kal as he licked at his ear. Wishing he was with them both and not in this tiny trailer.

"Love - you - - guys." Henry choked out through his tears.

The family zoom call was chaotic at first. People dropping out, technical issues, and children interrupting. Finally, 10 minutes into the call the conversations started. Everyone wanted to know about how Penny was feeling and how Henry's filming was going. The variant in Vancouver had garnered international interest due to its infection rate and the increase in the normal numbers being hospitalised. Everyone took turns to update the Clan on their lives, from school reports to growing vegetables. Penny grinned at how invested Henry was in these details considering his celebrity lifestyle.

As the call felt like it was reaching its natural end, Henry cleared his throat loudly and purposefully.

"So - Mum, Dad - how do you feel about adding another grandchild to the table setting?" He leaned back in his chair, placing his hands behind his head looking more than a little pleased with himself.

Heather squealed and crawled over Charlie to jump onto Henry as random staccato screams and laughs echoed over the video call as everyone spoke, screamed, and laughed at once.

"Penny? Is this true?" Marianne had to check, her mascara already running down her cheeks.

Penny nodded as she cried too "Very true, in fact - sixteen weeks true" she cringed, scrunching up her face and shoulders as she spoke.

"Sixteen weeks?! What the hell?!" Charlie added as he punched Henry on the arm. "Fucking Hell, man, you don't waste any time!"

"Language Charles! The children can hear!" Marianne barked "This is truly wonderful news my dears. Finally, all of my boys will be fathers.." she broke off as she tucked her face into Colin's chest.

"Congratulations son. And Penny, thank god you're making an honest man out of him. It's about bloody time!"

"Dad, steady on! You make me sound like a complete cad!"

With that, the others all burst into laughter, making fun of Henry's promiscuity.

Penny pretended to hold her hands over her ears as she giggled at their happiness.

That evening, once Ben was fast asleep Henry phoned back to check on Penny.

"Hey Mama, how you feeling?"

"Good actually, just had a shower, nice and squeaky clean now."

Henry's voice dropped "Does that mean you are naked?"

"I can almost hear your eyebrows wiggling Mr. Cavill!" Penny teased

"Well, is that a yes, or a no?"

Penny chuckled to herself. Suddenly feeling a rush of blood to her core.

"I need to see you Pen. Just thinking of you with my baby inside you has had me hard ever since you told me. You knew how much the idea of getting you pregnant turned me on. And to see the life that we created growing inside you is the fucking sexiest thing I have ever, ever known. Show me Pen, please don't be shy."

Penny smiled at his excitement, glad he wasn't the kind of man who'd find her getting bigger off-putting. Ant was the same, he was a pest the whole time she was expecting Ben, constantly touching her, checking to see if her boobs had grown, or if her belly button was ready to disappear. She cherished feeling so, so, loved, and adored. And now she has that again. She was truly blessed, and would never stop thanking her lucky stars for bringing Henry into their lives.

She took the phone, resting it against her jewellery box before switching to a video call.

"Hey"

"Oh Hey! This is a nice surprise."

"Oh come on, you practically begged me! I had no other choice." she winked at the camera and sent him a wonky smirk.

"Only if you're comfortable Honey - I'm sorry if you felt pressured."

"Zip it, Cavill. Now take off your clothes and prop your phone up. I want to see all of you!"

"Yes ma'am." he quickly discarded the only clothing he was wearing, his black boxer briefs. Before resting his phone on his bedside table and laying on his side. Gazing at his screen like a four year old at their first funfair.

Seeing him stretched out, with his sun kissed skin and biteable muscles made Penny hyper-aware of the ache deep within her, and the throb of her clit pushed a soft moan from her lips.

She stepped back from the phone, making sure her torso was clearly in the shot. She faced the camera as she unhooked the fold of the towel and allowed it to drop to the floor.

"Holy Fuck Pen, I can never get tired of this image. You're fucking gorgeous."

She knew it wouldn't be long before he reached for his cock and began tugging it.

The subtle light from the bathroom behind with just the soft glow from her phone screen in front made a perfect almost silhouette view of her changing figure. She slowly turned to the side, pulling her shoulders back and resting one hand in the curve of her spine. Her other hand smoothed over her bump. Considering she didn't even know she was pregnant a couple weeks ago there was no denying that she was now.

"Oh God, honey. Jesus. Keep rubbing your belly, baby." Henry huffed as all she could see of him was his face close to the screen, taking in every detail. The jerky stuttering giving away his activity off-screen.

Penny smiled and chuckled at his horny expression. Eyes dark, nostrils flared, lips alternating between being subconsciously licked and pressed tightly closed. She felt her own desire building within her as she moved to squeeze her breasts, pushing them together as she stepped closer to the camera and Henry's wide eyes.

"Fuck, fuck Pen, I'm..." and he sat forward as he caught his seed in his hands. "Woah, sorry Pen. I - you're too bloody much. Just a sec, be right back..."

Penny chuckled, pleased she had the desired effect.

When he came back she was laying on their bed, still naked, smoothing her free hand over herself.

"Am I interrupting something?"

"Maybe.." Penny arched her eyebrow at him, silently waiting for him to speak.

"God how I wish I was there to knead my fingers on your thighs as I follow around to the curve of your arse. I'd lick you hard along your folds, nuzzling my nose at your clit..."

Penny closed her eyes and moaned, remembering how much she enjoyed Henry's touch down there. She gyrated onto her own fingers, feeling her wetness increase.

"Tell me more Hen.." she whispered.

"I'd knead your swollen breasts and gently twist your nipples. Then I'd rub my hands over your gorgeous belly. God, I can't wait to see you swell bigger and bigger with my child Pen. To grip the sides of your tight, round stomach as I slide into you from behind. Your engorged breasts swinging heavily with every thrust. Fuck, I'm hard again already."

"Fuck, Hen, everything is so fucking sensitive. I need you here, now I need your huge, hard body rubbing against mine, gripping me, licking me. Tasting me. Hen, f- Hen."

The rapture bloomed over her body like a chemical reaction. Henry watched as she scrunched up her eyes and tilted her head back on the pillow. Her faded pink hair like a crown around her head. A soft smile eased onto her lips as she opened her eyes to see Henry, his head resting on his pillow. A satisfied grin on his handsome face. They laughed at each other.

"Undoubtedly it's a good thing you're all the way over there. Otherwise, I'd never get any peace."

Henry's deep chuckle sent a wave of contentment through Penny.

Although she missed him dearly, the happiness she felt right now was all consuming. For the first time in a long, long while she was looking forward to her future.

Henry felt so alone and frustrated. He didn't want to be thousands of miles away from Penny any longer. He needed to be there, making plans, helping out, taking care of her. He'd arranged for her to visit a specialist obstetrician in London, he wanted to make sure she and the baby had the best care that money could buy. Penny protested at first but knew she couldn't argue against the fact things weren't quite straightforward with her health recently, and she worried about her age being a big risk factor too.

Penny was also making sure that she was taking care of herself. She'd hired a personal trainer who specialised in prenatal exercise and nutrition. He visited her for three sessions a week, showing her safe exercises for improving her fitness and strengthening her core. To begin with, she was mortified at how unfit she was, but after a couple weeks of sessions, she started to feel the benefits. Her sleep had improved, she had more energy and generally she felt brighter and sharper. She felt calmer too, and less anxious. She had reluctantly told Henry about Paul, her new P.T. He was uncomfortable with just anyone being involved in Penny's fitness. He'd checked him out fully, getting feedback from previous clients. He'd spoken to him several times also to discuss his methods. Paul was used to overprotective partners, but Henry was on another level.

The covid situation in Vancouver and many other areas in the States had worsened further. International travel was severely restricted from hotspot areas, so the trip to visit Henry was impossible now. Henry became increasingly frustrated and sad for missing this special time with Penny. She would send him photos and they'd talk every day, but he felt like a spare part in his own child's life. Something he swore he would never be if he was ever lucky enough to become a father. This was his dream, so why was he sitting here, thousands of miles away with a bunch of people he hardly knew on a film he wasn't committed to?

Leah had to convince him to stay on almost a daily basis. Having to act every day with his pregnant co-star wasn't ideal either. He felt like it was a cruel twist of fate having a beautiful pregnant woman with him that wasn't his Penny. Sadie had convinced herself at this point that she'd done or said something to Henry to upset him. He couldn't get away from her fast enough once a scene had ended. After a particularly difficult scene, she'd decided to confront him. She ran after him as he predictably strode away. His long legs forcing her to almost jog to catch up with him.

"Henry! Henry - will ya slow down a minute!"

Henry spun around to see Sadie holding her hand up at him whilst she caught her breath.

"You ok Sade? Why the hell are you running?!"

"Because you keep running away from me all the time and I wanna know why Henry. Did I say something to upset you?!"

He stood quietly for a moment, then unexpectedly slid down the wall of the dark corridor they were in and began sobbing. Sadie was in shock, looking around to see if anyone else was seeing this.

"Oh God, Henry honey, what's the matter?" she awkwardly knelt down in front of him, holding onto his bent knee for support.

"She's pregnant Sade. Penny's pregnant, and I've fucking abandoned her."

Seeing this big, worldly guy crumble in front of her brought out her motherly instincts as she swept him up into a hug. Patting his back as he let out more huge sobs.

"Oh honey, that's amazing news, why didn't you say something sooner?"

"We've only known a few weeks, but she's already 19 weeks along, we didn't realise. It's all a big mess, this isn't what I'd planned for when I started a family. They'd always come first. And here I am, in fucking Canada."

"Right Big Guy, I'm gonna give you a big kick up your patootie. Penny has had a baby before, she knows what she's doing. She will still be pregnant when you get back ok? You'll have plenty of time to share the pregnancy with her before the little one arrives. And if you hadn't noticed, I'm kinda in the same situation myself over here! Adie is pulling out what hair he has left while I'm stuck in the Covid boiling pot. And believe me, if I didn't think this wouldn't be good for my career and the financial stability of my family I'd be back home flicking through the Pottery Barn catalogue with my swollen feet up!"

Henry grimaced. He was so embarrassed to overlook how Sadie must be feeling.

"Shit Sadie, I feel like a complete fuckwit now." he sniffed.

"That wasn't my intention honey. I was just trying to put things in perspective for you ok?"

"No, you're right, you're right."

Sadie attempted to stand as Henry quickly stood to help her up.

"Come here you big idiot, congratulations Hen, this is great news."

She pulled him in as he allowed himself to be hugged. His insides squirmed as he felt her stomach press against his. He pulled away, feeling weird again.

"It's ok Henry. Give me your hands." she took his wrists and pulled his hands towards her, resting them on either side of her bump. Her costume was cut cleverly to minimise her stomach, and the camera angles had to try and hide as much as they could, but at almost 29 weeks there was a sizeable bump hiding away.

"Before you know it this will be you and Penny. Now, this little guy is missing his daddy so he's relying on Uncle Henry to look out for him ok?"

Henry's smile grew wide as his eyes brimmed with tears again, in awe of Sadie's strong will and kind ways. He nodded, unable to speak. Rubbing his hands over Sadie's bump, chuckling as it jiggled with her laughter.

Penny's appointments had all gone smoothly. The baby was growing happily and Penny was coping well with the pregnancy. Where possible, Henry joined her appointments via Zoom, or Penny recorded them for him. She was impressed at just how much time and attention you would get when throwing huge sums of money into private healthcare.

She'd managed to keep the news between close friends and family still and made sure she wore baggy clothes on the school run or trips out. An oversized handbag was her new best friend, hopefully hiding what her clothes couldn't now she was halfway through.

She was counting the days until Henry's return. She desperately needed his touch. She'd never felt so alive, so energetic, so feminine. She'd watch Henry's films and shows in the evenings, needing to pleasure herself at the same time to give her some kind of release. She dared not admit this to Henry, knowing he too was struggling with lack of intimacy.

Without consciously planning, she sent him fewer bump photos. Wondering if they were making him feel worse. After the initial shock and drama of discovering her pregnancy, Penny was on such a high, so motivated to take more control of her life again. But in recent days she just needed him back. She wanted to share the joy with him, feel his strong arms around her, his large hands over her changing body. Henry's family and Helen were constantly checking in on her. Offering help and moral support. But all she needed was him home.

That day Henry was supposed to be flying back to LA to appear on The Late Late Show, but this had been changed to a video chat. Leah was nervous about this as Henry's mood lately had been so low. They'd set up a room for him. The show had sent over various props and cardboard cutouts as well as a copy of the desk to dress up Henry's side of things. The aim was to promote the Witcher 3 which was nearing the end of post-production and a teaser about the Rosie Project too. Leah had left strict instructions with them not to ask about his personal life.

A large portrait screen was set up behind the desk to make it look as if James Corden was sat there, another large screen was in front of Henry showing him what the main cameras could see. Henry had decided against wearing a suit due to the humidity, opting instead for a mid blue linen shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of smart casual grey trousers.

After a brief off air chat with James and one of the producers, they began filming. Henry creased up seeing James in his version of Geralts' Witcher costume, complete with yellow contact lenses. Henry needed a good laugh and James ensured he spent most of the interview bent double, or throwing his head back cackling. Further costume changes appeared. James struggled to keep a straight face asking him in-depth questions as he wore a fake muscle suit under a copy of Henry's Superman suit. He wished he were able to not take himself as seriously, he always worried he was too stiff and stilted in interviews. James managed to rope Henry into the silliness as he was quizzed on his own career and had to wear props for every quick fire question he answered incorrectly. In the end, the tower of hats crashed down, prompting Henry to pop one onto Kal's head who had sat solemnly on the chair next to Henry the whole time, looking like one of the guests.

Nearing the end of the interview the props were cleared away and Henry got the chance to promote the Witcher and his new film. Just as he felt it was winding up James asked.

"So Henry, everyone is just dying to know more about your lovely fiancée, it's Penny right?"

Henry's mouth gaped, unprepared for the question, and not knowing what to say.

"Yes - yes, that's right. Her name is Penny, she's - just - amazing. And we're extremely happy." He sat back, hoping that would satiate James's curiosity.

"Ah, come on Henners, you gotta give us more than that. What about the wedding? How did you propose? How did you guys meet?" James sat forward, hands cradling his face in a comical anticipation pose.

Henry shifted in his seat. The live audience in the studio with James murmured in excitement at Henry's obvious awkwardness.

"Well James, I'm not sure how much I can divulge without getting into trouble." he shot a look at the camera, resulting in giggles from the crowd. "But what I might be able to tell you - " he took another look directly at the camera "Sorry, Pen," he said with a grimace and a wrinkled brow, "Is how we first met.."

Henry gave James a romanticised version of their first encounter, his car issues, Penny rescuing him, the dramatic snow, the drive back to Penny's, and their trek in the blizzard. James and the audience lapped this up, loving Henry's chivalry and Penny's kind nature and foul mouth.

Henry continued to talk about how amazing a mother she is and how he can't wait to spend more time back in the UK and step back from his intense workload for a while.

James was genuinely moved by Henry's honesty and soppiness, seeing how Henry was glassy eyed as he spoke too.

"Ah, man. I'm so happy for you brother. She sounds like an amazing woman, and she has to be to put up with waking up to your ugly mug every morning." The audience roared as Henry feigned upset.

"Thank you, James, I think. It was great talking with you, thank you for having me on the show."

They said their goodbye's and filming stopped.

Henry let out a huge sigh of relief petting Kal at the same time.

"How did I do Leah?"

"Great, Henry. Although I'm not very happy he asked about Penny, I told them not to."

"It's ok, I didn't mind. I just hope Penny doesn't when I tell her."

Henry was nervous before his evening call to Penny. Although they'd fallen into a little routine with their daily chats he felt there was so much left unsaid to protect each other's feelings. He was so proud of how Penny was coping without him, but he knew she was an expert at coping. With him back they could both stop existing and start actually living their lives as a proper couple, a little family.

He was concerned to find her still at her desk when he phoned.

"Hey Mama."

"Hey You."

"What's going on, you still working?!"

"Yeah, crazy deadlines." she sat back in her chair, pushing her glasses back onto the top of her head. Henry admired her sunkissed skin and freckles.

"How's Beanie?"

"They're fine, doubling in size every day it feels. I can already feel my lungs being pushed up. When I was on the cross-trainer earlier I had to keep stopping to catch my breath."

"Pen, you really should be taking it a little easier now honey..." he paused, knowing she wouldn't appreciate the criticism.

"I know. I'm being more than sensible Hen, trust me."

"I do trust you Pen, I just worry, you know."

She looked at his puppy dog eyes and immediately became overwhelmed with sadness. She began to cry whilst being annoyed with herself for getting upset in front of him.

"Oh Pen, don't cry honey, I'm sorry. Shhush now, oh Pen.." and now Henry was crying.

Her nose already running, she blew her nose and attempted to slow her breathing.

"Fucking hormones... " she laughed.

"What's my excuse though?" Henry added with a smile.

"I just miss you, Yogi, we miss you." she rubbed her belly as she tilted her phone down for Henry to see. She was wearing another of Henry's t-shirts. Her bump now beginning to stretch out the fabric.

Still sniffing back his tears Henry spoke "looks good on you Pen. Beanie looks super cosy in there." he broke down into more tears, unable to keep his stiff upper lip, "I want to come home Pen, there's not a single cell in my body that wants to be here right now."

They both allowed their tears to flow. Sick of pretending they were coping.

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The very next day, their prayers were answered. Three members of the crew tested positive for the new variant and the set was closed. Everyone was relieved. None more so than Henry and Sadie. Now he just had to get a flight home and quarantine before finally getting back to where he belonged.

He toyed with the idea of not telling Penny but didn't want to lie to her. He also didn't think it was a good idea to turn up out of the blue unexpected.

As soon as he heard he messaged.

SET CLOSED. I'M COMING BACK PEN!!! xxxxxxx

Penny had just got back from the school run when she read the message. She grabbed Ben and hugged him hard. They both cried with happiness at the news.

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Thankfully Henry was able to charter a private flight back to the UK with Kal and Leah. Due to the concern over the variant they were having to quarantine in a hotel near the airport. Kal wasn't allowed to stay with them so Simon was able to collect him and take him back to his home.

Henry was shocked by the precautions in place with this variant. Despite desperately wanting to see Penny now he was back on home soil he was in no way willing to risk her or the baby by cutting corners. He'd not taken Covid too seriously in the past, but now he was going to be a father he had a renewed sense of responsibility.

Having this time to decompress was also not a bad thing for Henry, a chance to destress, make plans, relax and eat.

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Penny was on cloud nine. She'd booked herself in at the hairdressers and beauty salon to get primped, ready for her Henry. She ordered more clothes, far more than she should but having lived mostly in Henry's t-shirts and anything baggy lately she was keen to show off her new curves. Her PT sessions with Paul had not only given her a sense of control over her own body and strength she never knew she could possess, but it had also beautifully emphasised her natural curves. She felt great, more than great. Her anticipation was electric.

Although determined not to shock Penny, Henry had told a tiny little lie about when his quarantine would be finished. He'd just received the all clear to go home after his final PCR test. He pranced around his hotel room, singing along badly to the Rolling Stones as he pulled on his jeans. He smirked as he realised they'd become a little snug around the waist. 10 days of mostly lounging and eating had already affected his waistline. He patted his own tummy, not caring for once in his adult life about his weight. In fact, he was more than happy to compete with Penny's expanding waistline.

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Penny was back from dropping Ben at school. The house looked and smelt amazing. The fresh summer breeze flowed in through the back of the house, the large doors pulled open. The garden was so full of colour. She'd hired a gardener this year to help and it had never looked better. The lawn was lush and green and even had stripes - something Penny had never achieved herself. She was learning to delegate, and actually enjoying the freedom it gave her. She'd already started working a four day week, planning on cutting that down even further once Henry was back. Steve, her most trusted illustrator had really stepped up and shown he could take on more responsibility. Despite his youth, he was sensible and hard working, full of great ideas too of how to grow the business realistically. Finally, Penny was able to release the reigns a little.

Today was her day off, a great chance to finalise everything for Henry's return tomorrow. Not that there was too much left to do. First off she needed to get her hour in at the gym. She finished up her special vitamin shake, whipped off Henry's t-shirt, and headed for the treadmill.

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Henry's heart was thumping as the taxi pulled up at Penny's house. Henry and the driver unloaded his luggage at the gate. He was determined to 'gently' surprise her. His phone was set up on the security system so the gate opened and Henry dragged his luggage up to the front door. He let himself in. He was home. This was his home, he'd never planned for it to be, wondering if they should buy somewhere new together, somewhere that wasn't Ant's. But it wouldn't have felt right to leave this place. There was so much history and love in this building it was part of all of their lives now.

He slid off his boots and stepped into the main room. No Penny. She must be working in her office. He briefly allowed himself to soak up the sun streaming through the windows and the serene atmosphere that he'd missed so much. As he opened the door to the extension Penny spotted him immediately. She pulled out her earbuds and self consciously pulled her large towel over her shoulder. She wasn't prepared for Henry to see so much of her so soon. He was here! She'd forgotten almost how much presence he had, how large he was. He walked along the mezzanine, confused as Penny had finally packed up Ant's office and moved her things into there. Her old studio was left empty for Henry to do what he wanted with it.

Penny stood still on the treadmill, watching him. She felt like she was having an out of body experience until finally he turned to look down into the gym and spotted her. His smile, his beautiful toothy white smile. God how she'd missed that. His deeply tanned arms were bulging against the sleeves of his white t-shirt. He jogged down to her, slowing his pace as he reached the bottom of the stairs. His hand rubbed his face as he neared her.

He reached out both hands, sliding his fingers into her curls as he pulled their heads together. Foreheads touching. Penny placed her hands over his and closed her eyes. Neither of them said anything for several moments. Instead, listening to each other’s breaths. Penny opened her eyes to see him staring directly into hers. He crashed his lips against hers and they tasted each other's tongues for what seemed like an eternity. She'd missed how soft his lips were, how languidly his tongue moved around hers. How he always tasted so sweetly.

They'd still not spoken. He held out both hands as she stepped down from the treadmill. He looked at the large towel over her shoulder. He sought approval in her eyes as he grabbed it and threw it to the side. His eyes darkened, his smile off centre as he pursed his lips. She was wearing a cropped sports top, her cleavage accentuated by the support. He reached out his hands as he took in the sight of his child within her. The top of her beautiful rounded belly was tanned and smooth. Her maternity gym leggings were pulled high above her waist. Gorgeously clinging to her pregnant form. He could tell she'd lost weight, but gained some muscle too perhaps, she looked unbelievably vital and delicious.

Penny chuckled at his goofy expression, taking his hands and placing them each side of her bump. His Hollywood smile reappeared, his eyes already leaking tears. He was touching his child, HIS child. Their baby. He dropped to his knees and kissed her stomach, hands still firmly on each side.

"Oh, Pen. Oh, Pen."

She ran her fingers through his short hair. He looked like a classic movie star right now. The perfect man, a true adonis. Kneeling before her. Worshipping her. She was his goddess. Never had she felt more desired and loved and sexy all at the same time.

He looked up at her, his eyes now edged with pink. His grin was infectious. She chuckled as her belly jumped up and down with her laughter. She placed her own hand underneath to support it.

"You're - so..." he struggled to find his words.

"Pregnant?" Penny added with a smile.

Henry nodded and laughed, kissing her stomach again and again. His hands then roamed around to her backside, eliciting a breathy sigh from Penny.

Henry stood up, wrapping her in his arms, feeling her arse again. His hands roamed over her back, her shoulders, and around to her breasts.

Suddenly he pulled away. "I'm sorry Pen, I didn't intend to jump you."

She raised an eyebrow to him "Shame" she winked as she began undoing his belt. He pulled his t-shirt over his head as Penny looked up and gasped at him.

"They waxed me," he said coyly, as Penny ran her hands over his smooth chest, marvelling at the definition of his muscles.

"I do miss your fur, but this is nice too honey." as she licked him lewdly from his naval to his sternum. He tilted his head back and moaned at the sensation.

"Fuck, Pen. You don't know how much I've missed your touch baby."

Penny continued to undo his jeans and pushed them down past his meaty thighs. He savoured every touch, quivering with pleasure as she pulled down his boxer briefs. He was already painfully rock hard and grateful for being freed from his clothes. Penny reached up to kiss him as she grasped his cock and slid her hand around it, then cupped his heavy balls.

He searched for the fastening for her top, on finding none, Penny chuckled and pulled it up over her head. He had noticed previously that her nipples had darkened and grown, something about that pulled at him deep within, making him leak even more pre-cum. Her breasts defied gravity, so round and full and pert. He reached out to them and gently thumbed her nipples as he massaged them. Penny broke from the kiss to moan loudly at the divine sensation.

"They're so full Pen, you're like a playboy bunny."

Penny chuckled at the slightly insulting comment, knowing he meant only good by it.

Henry bent down to take as much of her breast into his needy mouth, being careful not to be too rough. He then moved to tuck his hands into the sides of her soft leggings as he slid them down and over her large stomach and down her legs, along with her knickers. She rested her hands on his wide shoulders as she stepped out of them. Henry remained on one knee as he grasped her stomach in his large hands, admiring the sheer size and perfection of it. Her previous stretch marks were still silvered and hardly noticeable. Her once soft and squidgy pooch was now taut and ripe. Her belly button shallowed.

"So bloody beautiful. Hey Beanie baby, Mum, and Dad are going to have some fun so keep sleeping ok little one?" he littered her stomach with kisses and held his cheek up against it.

"You've worked so hard Pen, you look amazing, I'm so proud of you honey."

"Might be able to give a run for your money now Cavill."

Henry let her jibe wash over him as he continued to acquaint himself with her new body. He smoothed one hand around and around her stomach. Penny's desire rose with every touch and every licentious look. She pulled him up and pushed him back towards the large leather bench. Henry allowed himself to be directed. His cock twitching with excitement. As his calves caught the bench he sat down as Penny immediately straddled him. This caught him off guard, fully expecting a slower pace of events. He let out a silent scream at the sensation of Penny's walls slowly stretching to receive him as her stomach pressed against his chest, he pulled her forward to reach her breasts, sucking them and nibbling them hungrily.

"Jesus Pen, you're a wild woman, this is fucking amazing. Hold on tight."

He stood up as she wrapped her legs around him. He walked over to the power cage.

"Hold up above," he instructed as he gripped her arse with his strong hands as he lowered her down onto him.

He held the back of her pelvis as she supported some of her weight on the bar above.

Soon though her arms tired and the awkward angle wasn't quite working as well as Henry had hoped. He lifted her up and back onto her feet.

"Sorry Pen, I thought that might work. Have I ruined the moment?"

Penny smirked and grabbed him by his manhood and guided him to the narrow weight bench. The slightly angled back was perfect for Henry as Penny straddled him again, her bump comfortably pressure free. They laced their fingers together as Henry helped her find her rhythm. Her eyes were closed, the look of rapture etched onto her face. He had always fantasised about having sex in a gym, and now here he was with his future wife, pregnant with his baby. Grinding on top of him. He was going to come, he couldn't stop it. Fuck!!

"Oh no!" Henry hid his face with both hands. "I'm so fucking sorry Penny."

Penny laughed, enjoying the sensation of her giggles vibrating into Henry through her walls.

"It's ok Hen. I know it's been a while for both of us. Shows I've still got it I guess?" she asked sheepishly.

"Still got it? You fucking own it, honey! I've never been so turned on in all my life."

"Oh jeez, I'd better order some more lube else someone's gonna chafe!" Penny joked, still sitting on Henry.

Henry reached up to touch her breasts again, feeling the weight, gently squeezing and tweaking her nipples. Sparks of pleasure ran through Penny's core as she clenched and felt Henry swell within her. Sensing his growing arousal she took his hands and helped him massage her, slowly grinding into him again. She pulled his hands down to her waist and her arse cheeks. He chuckled as he knew he would be good to go again quickly, keen to hasten her release now.

The exquisite sensation of Henry stiffening inside of her caused a multitude of flutters within Penny's walls, teasing her with a quick orgasm. They both laughed at their excitement and desire.

"Hen, I've missed you so bloody much." she stretched her arms up to the vaulted ceiling in sheer bliss and rested them behind her head as she began rocking slowly back and forth.

Henry grabbed her hips, matching her rhythm, determined to maximise her pleasure. His seed mixed with Penny's own arousal. He watched as her swollen breasts gently bobbed with each languid movement. The skin across her abdomen glistened with small beads of sweat. A surge of blood caused Henry to buck up against Penny, speeding up their pace. The delicious moans and pants from her throat were echoed by his own. The intensity of their coupling and their mutual desire was electric. Penny felt as if she would lift away from her own body as her excitement grew within her.

She held her own breasts, squeezing and lifting them as she began thrusting hard, panting louder, gritting her teeth. Henry sunk his fingertips into the meaty softness of her arse cheeks, obtaining more purchase to pull her closer and faster. Every movement sent ecstasy throughout her, she felt a huge bubbling surge inside her as her climax crescendoed and her sensitive walls clenched and spasmed around Henry's manhood. She screamed louder than she knew she could as it echoed off every solid surface, she kept riding him, grinding out the feeling which never seemed to end. Henry had never known such a strong and prolonged orgasm and duly began to come within her again.

"Fuck!! Fucking Hell Penny, I'm gonna come too, fuck!" with just his shoulders and his heels as leverage, Henry arched his body from the bench with Penny on top in his uncontrollable reaction. She leaned back as he pressed against her most sensitive area, her orgasm still shuddering through her.

She rested her hands behind her on his legs until she found her senses. Leaning forward she found Henry wide-eyed staring up at the ceiling.

"What the fuck Pen?! That was, that was - pfufft - I don't know what the fuck that was apart from un-fucking-believable. I've never known anything like that before."

Penny covered her face and chuckled. Feeling Henry soften within her again.

"Oh, my word. That was very well needed that's for sure. Cup of Tea?" and they giggled again.

Authors Comments

I'm sorry (again) to keep you waiting for this. Life seriously got in the way of writing this chapter, as well as a little bit of writer's block.

Their reunions are always pretty epic, and this one was the smuttiest so far I think!

I have the amazing @just-chirpin to thank for the inspiration behind the end of this chapter from her story Surprise - please check it out

I hope you are all enjoying their journey, would love to hear your feedback! x

(I've also had to add my tag list separately as Tumblr is doing all sorts of crazy sh*t at the moment!)

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donald4spiderman · 3 years ago

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Ok hear me out. Spencer is dating Reader and she’s always hated that she’s been more chubby/curvy. And one night in the middle of a case she calls him crying and Spencer just gets really soft and calms her down after a bad nightmare. And his heart breaks cause his loving girlfriend hates her body. So Spencer plans this elaborate date and proposes maybe? You can decide if the team have met her or not. I’d like it to be the original team but if you wanna combine the original and new teams together that’s cool too!

no bc my body image issues have been rampant lately so this is personal as hell to me. I work out a lot and i’m fit but i’ve never been SKINNY like i have thick legs and muscular arms andnnfnfjndjnffn so this is personal.

I modified this a bit but it’s still the same premises hope you like it! ***BTW IN THIS UNIVERSE THE S3-7 CAST EXISTS FOR THE ENTIRE SHOW— SO THE LATER SEASONS HAVE MORGAN AND HOTCH.

also sorry this is a long

TW: body image issues, discussions of food & weight, insecurity, crying, kissing

WC: 1.5k

You know, pragmatically, that you have nothing to worry about. Spencer chose you. And for the past four years, Spencer has worshipped you every day— again and again. He is the most loving, considerate, and tender partner you could ever wish for. He is near perfection.

You’ve met Spencer's friends many times. You’re not close with either of your parents, so the team of profilers welcomed you into their arms with grace and care. Each and every one of them is beautifully amazing and exceptionally brilliant.

Spencer‘s friends are not only badass, but they’re also gorgeous. JJ, Emily, and Garcia are national treasures— so visually stunning it’s almost sickening.

You knew he used to have a crush on JJ way before he met you. You’ve also heard the tale of Lila Archer, the celebrity actress who made out with your boyfriend in a pool. Spencer’s had an eventful life, full of beautiful, sweet, magnificent women— so why does he choose you?

You view yourself as bland in comparison. What do you have to offer Spencer that he can’t find elsewhere? You don’t have toned abs, slim hips, and slender arms. You’re not striking in any way.

Spencer calls you every night when he’s away on a case. He’s never missed a call, even when he got shot in the neck and kidnapped by a murderous cult. He’s reliable and consistent, and that eases your worries a little bit.

It’s eleven pm in D.C. and your phone rings right as your getting in bed.

“Hi, my love,” Spencer says breathily, his voice slightly muffled by the phone. He’s away in Ohio for a case.

“Hey.” You reply, the sweetness in his voice soured by your mood. “How’s the case going?”

“Good. JJ and I are about to pass out in our beds— we’re so tired.”

You can’t help the way your face drops. “Oh. Well, get rest.”

Your about to hang up before he interjects. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Why?” You know better than to lie to your boyfriend, who happens to be an expert on human behavior.

“Okay, I know a lie when I hear one. (Y/N), baby, what’s wrong?” He pleads.

You can’t help the tear that rolls down your cheek. “God, I’m sorry. I just miss you so much. You always know what to do when I’m feeling like shit.”

Spencer knows how much you struggle with self and bodily acceptance. He hates the world for making you feel anything less than incredible, both inside and out.

“I miss you too, so much, (Y/N).” His voice is thick as if he’s going to start crying too. “I love you so much, so fucking much. You have no idea how beautiful and amazing you are.”

“I don’t deserve you.”

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.” He laughs through a sob that wrecks his body. “You deserve everything in this world. I promise to give you everything you’ve ever wanted. You are the love of my life.”

You wipe the tears from underneath your eyes. “Sorry for keeping you up. You must be tired.”

“Never, if it means I get to talk to you.”

“I love you, Spencer.”

“I love you too, (Y/N). More than you’ll ever know.”

Spencer wakes up the next day with a newfound determination. The team solves the case as fast as possible, and by the end of the night, they’ve boarded the jet back home.

Spencer has more than enough hours to think about you and how much you mean to him. Hotch is seated directly across from him, rereading the case files.

“Hotch?” The wiser man looks up from his files, raising an eyebrow.

Spencer pauses for a moment. Maybe he’d be better asking Morgan or JJ for advice, considering Hotch’s tragic circumstances regarding Haley.

But no one loves like Hotch does-- sincerely, passionately-- stronger than anything else in the world. Spencer decides there’s no one better to ask.

“How uh did you know that Haley was the one?”

Hotch’s eyes soften for a bit. He clears his throat. “I knew since the day I met her that I would love her for the rest of my life unconditionally. She makes me complete. Do you feel that (Y/N) makes you complete?”

He already knows why Spencer is asking for his advice, steering the conversation in that direction.

“Yes. She’s my world.” Spencer whispers.

“Then it’s simple, really. Love doesn’t need to be complicated and precise. It’s what you do with it that matters.”

“I want to marry her, Hotch. I want to be with her for the rest of my life.”

Hotch smiles, “Then do it.”

Spencer feels the rush of excitement as he gathers everyone on the jet, including the prior sleeping passengers, filling them in on his big plans.

“I need all of your guys’ help.”

There’s a firm knock on your door at four in the morning. You know it isn’t Spencer because he has a key, but who could it be?

You take a cautious look out of your peephole to find Penelope, Emily, and JJ outside.

“What are you guys doing here?” You yawn. “For god's sake, it’s four am.”

“We know, and we’re sorry.” Penelope smiles.

“Is Spencer alright?” You ask, wondering if things suddenly went wrong during the case.

But by the joyous look on their face, you know nothing somber occurred.

“Spencer’s completely fine. But, we need to you to get changed and come with us. FBI’s orders.” JJ chuckles.

You change into warmer clothes in minutes, and the BAU ladies usher you into Emily’s car as fast as possible.

“So, no ones gonna tell me what’s going on?”

They shake their heads, “We’re just... running a quick errand.”

After a few more minutes of driving, Emily parks on the side of a dimly lit street.

“I need you to put this on.” She says, holding up a blindfold.

“Are you guys gonna murder me?” You joke, slipping the fabric over your eyes with little resistance.

“Quite the opposite, actually.” You don’t have time to think about what Penelope means before you’re being yanked out of the car.

You walk, guided by JJ, for four minutes. The grass beneath you crushes below your boots, and the hushed whispers of Emily and Penelope behind you do nothing to calm your nerves.

“Okay,” JJ says, halting to a stop. “You can take off your blindfold now.”

You hesitantly slip the blindfold off, revealing a brightly lit table in the middle of a secluded field. Morgan, Hotch, and Rossi are standing off to the sides.

Suddenly, Spencer emerges from behind a tree, dusting the leaves and dirt off his adorable sweater.

“Hi?” You laugh, utterly confused by this situation. “What’s going on?”

His hands are shaking, and he has to swallow a few times before he can speak. “I-I uh got y-you apple pie— uh your favorite.”

Spencer walks you towards the table, where a small slice of warm pie sits lonely on the table.

“Y-you should um... eat it.” He urges, pointing at the knife and fork next to it.

You glance around, trying to gauge the emotions of everyone around you, but fail. Stupid profilers and their poker faces.

Your fork cuts into the heavenly smelling pie, and you scoop up a bite into your mouth.

“It’s... good? I’ll pretty much eat any pie you give me, Spencer.”

He smiles, “I know that. But t-this is a special pie.”

“Okay...”

“You should t-take a closer look— at the pie.”

You inspect the dessert, completely puzzled until a glinting piece of silver catches your eye. Spencer notices the shock in your face and catches the plate that almost falls out of your hand.

Morgan hands him a napkin, and when Spencer pulls an apple-covered ring from the slice of pie, you almost faint.

“No way.” You gasp; tears spring to your eyes as Spencer wipes the ring clean.

He holds it tightly between two fingers, bending to kneel on one knee.

“(Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), I knew from the moment I met you that you were the most special woman I’d have the pleasure of meeting. A month later, you asked me out for our first date, and I couldn’t believe that someone as gorgeous and amazing as you would settle for someone like me.” You scoff at his humility.

“I spend every moment loving every part of you, (Y/N). None of my love will ever stop— ever. I promise to share my heart with you until the very end. There is absolutely no one I would rather be bonded to for the rest of my life. You are better than my dream girl because you’re real. You’re here, and you chose to love me every day— the good, the bad, and the ugly. (Y/N), will you do me the honor and great privilege of allowing me to become your husband?” You silently sob.

“Please say yes.” Spencer smiles.

“Yes!” You exclaim, pulling him up to hug him. “How could I say anything but!”

The dam breaks, and the entire team begins to cry as you and Spencer share a passionate kiss, almost collapsing down onto the grass from the sheer force of your love. He slips the ring onto your finger; it belongs there.

“I choose you, (Y/N).” He repeats.

“I choose you, Spencer, always.” You whisper into the crook of his neck.

Nothing’s ever felt so right.

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wolviecore · 3 years ago

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Some trans Jughead headcanons bc I got inspired:

He knew really young that something was just out of place, not only with himself but also how everyone treated him

" Forsthyia, baby can you -" " No, " itty bitty baby pointing at his chest, " Not Forsthyia. Forsythe" and FP nods like, ok I got it

" so hey we have a son now, just thought you should know" Gladys is confused. Did you try stealing that Fogarty kid again?? "

No I mean, we have a Forsthye now."

Gladys doesn't really get it, but since she doesn't plan to stick around that much, doesn't really mind.

Mostly she's bothered bc they bought all those " girl" things for nothing. " We could always donate them or give them away." " That sounds kind and charitable. Let's just have another kid."

Everyone takes it really well, - Archie changes the sign of their tree house from A + B + F to A + B + J

" Jughead? You sure?" " Yep!" " ... Cool. Hey dad, I want to change my name too!"

Alice tells Betty not to get any ideas, but also makes sure Jughead only comes over when when Hal isn't home (small mercies)

Jug inheriting some of Archie's hand me downs like shirts and jeans and overalls, but also some of FP's. He drowns in everything but they're great to sleep in

Because I love the Jangs friendship, Fangs also takes some of his younger siblings' clothes and leaves them on the Jonses' doorstep ( FP sees him several times but never says anything)

His discomfort grows when he does. The first time he experiences body disphoria is when he's a junior and Jason Blossom sneaks a hand on his thigh in English. " You're a good writer, right? Maybe you can help me out." (Jason is like lowkey creepy sorry not sorry sjsj)

He runs away, and maybe his small fists won't leave the bruise Jason deserves, but the shock on his face is priceless

He does get detention, but is that a spark of approval in Weatherbee's eye? " And you can tell your father Jason will get a hefty suspension. Mister Jones."

Betty gets suspended for knocking two teeth out of his mouth and surprisingly enough Alice doesn't comment on it

Archie takes him out for milkshakes later that day, " want an awkward bro hug?" " always" " and do you want me to kill that guy for you? Because I can totally kill that guy for you" " nO"

Cheryl specifically comes to apologize to him, in her own way. " You're the only boy I tolerate in this God forsaken breeding ground of drama and social cooties."

The Bulldogs were bad before (bc they have crushes on him) but now, it got a bit worse. However Jug does take some comfort Reggie remained the same

One of them does make a comment about doing things to his chest, visible even through 2 layers of shirts. But said creep gets suspended from the team and an anonymous benefactor leaves a binder in Jug's locker a week later, with a note.

'' If you're going to be annoying, at least be comfortable about it."

Reggie isn't very subtle because when he pins Jug to lockers or hits him he avoids his chest even if Jug never mentioned anything

By the time he's a sophomore he still can't use the boys lockeroom, - not that he desperately wants to, Archie and Kevin have enough horror stories to fill a Stephen King book about them

so at PE, Cheryl, Veronica and Betty make sure everyone either gets dressed before he arrives, or wait for him to finish before going in

Eveeyone who matters knows he's homeless once it happens. Archie finds out first, but doesn't want to embarrass Jug, nor offer help upfront since it'll most likely go unaccepted, but they help in small ways

Betty invites him over to slumber parties with Polly and Veronica. Cheryl can't always be present because Penelope still holds a grudge to the punch incident

But while they're there, Alice keeps FP informed of his well being and promises he'll be okay. Also makes sure to pack food for Betty to stuff in his backpack when everyone's asleep

Cheryl and Veronica help with the more uncomfortable stuff. Leaving tampons or other hygiene products for him to find once a month, or asking the janitor or the school nurse to say " they just found them around"

There's also the Book. Nefarious. Pretty much all the girls are in it, safe for Cheryl and Betty, who apparently are way too gay to be believable

But Jug is there too, in Jason's neat handriwiting next to Polly and thats how Archie and Reggie get suspended for the rest of the year

When the whole Jason thing happens everyone thinks its Archie and FP who did it. Jug would concentrate on that but the tall Southside boy is distracting

His family is super worried when the transfer happens bc the Southside isn't the most tolerant part (no part in Riverdale is, but) with tough boys and girls which Jughead. Isn't.

Fangs being unreasonably happy when Jug wears a shirt he knows for a fact was his own a while ago. " Good to know you finally grew into it." Jug doesn't know what he means by that, and pouts. " Is that a short joke?"

Jug being surprised they know who he is, - he expected them to remember FP's daughter, but not him. Toni scoffs. " Are you kidding? FP can't keep quiet about his amazing writer son. It remains to be seen if you live up to the hype."

Jug rejecting Sweet Pea's quarry invite because he doesn't want to out himself

he can see Sweet Pea took it personally tho, so he uses some of his savings to buy cake mix and decorate some cupcakes terribly, which he leaves them in the beat up locker next to his.

Precisely not staying with the serpents bc he doesn't think sweet pea likes him, and if he found out about the detail that could make or break his experience at this school, would downright detest him

Toni and Fangs know but say nothing to Sweet Pea bc its not their place, but also, they can tell he sees this as a challenge and it's a good distraction from Josie

Sweet Pea sees Toni and Jug walking together from the girls' bathroom and thinks they have a thing? Which is weird considering Toni hasn't stopped mooning about Jugs scary redhead friend

Maybe he knocks over Toni's motorcycle after, maybe he doesn't. " You're a loser." " Your face is a loser."

It's not only Toni thought. One time he asks Jug (read: corners him) why he won't get in the locker room with the boys and Jug speaks even less to them after

Which results in Fangs not speaking to him either. " Are you blind, or just stupid?" " What are you talking about? " " Not my place to say. Just know that you're a dumbads and really not helping your case."

BONUS points if Sweet Pea had a crush on Jug before he transitioned and may not recognize him now, but also keeps a picture of a girl patching his knee in his lockeroom door

And then Jug remembers him as well and doesn't speak to his " playground husband" at all

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agent-whiskeys-sweetheart · 3 years ago

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Meant To Be (iii)

Pairing: Hotch x F!Reader

Summary: After meeting Garcia you make quick work of helping with the case, desperate to prove yourself to Hotch. Once the two of you help the team wrap everything up it’s time for them to return home. Which also means it’s time for you and Hotch to talk. One on one.

Warnings: Nothing in this chapter.

Word Count: 5,288

A/N: I wanna say I’m super happy you guys are enjoying this series cause honestly I’m having a lot of fun writing it! I love you all dearly. (If you’re just now finding this series, that’s perfectly alright! I’m glad you’re here! Feel free to catch up and enjoy the rest of the story. Here’s a link to Part 1 and Part 2 of Meant To Be.)

The elevator ride to the bottom floor of the building was quick, allowing you to make your way to Garcia’s office in a matter of minutes. There was a plaque up next to the door, indicating that you were in the right place. Taking a moment to steady yourself you exhale before knocking on the door. A voice on the other side tells you to come in so you do. Around you are dozens of impressive looking monitors, all of which are doing something different. On top of the long L-shaped desk there were several small trinkets and toys, bringing a sort of life into the dark room. The woman sitting in front of you spins around in her chair to look at you, a quick flash of confusion on her face. She looks extremely kind and everything about her appearance makes you want to smile.

“Hello. My name is Y/N L/N. Are you Penelope Garcia?”

“Yes, I am. What can I do for you?” Once you’re sure you’re in the right place you step forward to shake her hand. She stands so that you are both on the same level now, shifting awkwardly.

“Sorry to barge in like this. Everything has gone pretty fast this morning. I’m a new agent for the BAU. Today is my first day. The rest of the team just left on a case and SSA Hotchner asked me to stay behind and help from here.” Her face lights up with a bright smile.

“Oh, that’s awesome! It’s really nice to meet you! Please come in, sit down. Make yourself comfortable.” With this, she pulls another chair up to the desk and then sits back down in her own. “I didn’t actually know we had any new agents joining us. That being said, welcome! I’m almost always here by myself so the company will be nice. You and I can get to know each other.” You nod with a smile, watching her as she continues what she was doing. There are several different tabs open across the screens with loads of information that she seems to be compiling. When she sees your incredulous face she laughs.

“I know, it’s a lot. I’m just trying to get as much preliminary information as I can to send to the team. That’s what you’ll be helping me with. We collect research, data, important records. Anything they need to find out, we provide. Kind of cool, right?” Remaining silent, you nod. Upon seeing this, Garcia stops typing for a moment. “I know it may not seem as exciting as field work but it’s still very important. Don’t worry, I’ll make it fun. I promise you won’t be bored.” Patting your knee, she continues typing and you watch carefully now. This is where you will be until the case is over so you intend to make the absolute best of it. Everyone on the team has their own special skills and now is the time to learn from Garcia.

“So what exactly are you looking for right now?”

“I am compiling a list of the victim’s friends and family, plus witnesses from the robberies who might be able to give us any information. This will give the others a clear list of where to go first. I’m also seeing what I can find about the people who were at the banks on the days of the robberies in case there’s anything useful they need to know. Financial troubles, criminal records, anything to possibly link the witnesses to one another.” Scooting your chair forward so you can see better, you lean an elbow on the desk.

“What can I help with?” You ask hopefully.

“Oh, I think that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. I can’t even count on one hand how many times I’ve had someone down here and all they do is sit and look over my shoulder. Sorry, rambling. I can get you logged into a monitor here and it looks like the next thing on my list was looking into the victim’s workplace. Sound good?”

“Yes, absolutely.” She moves over quickly and gets a separate monitor opened so you can begin researching.

“We’ll probably do what research we can in the next twenty to thirty minutes and then we’ll call the team to tell them what we’ve found out.” With that, you make quick work of doing everything you can in the time you have. Even if it is the last thing you ever do, you will prove to Aaron Hotchner just how valuable a team member you are.

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The jet takes off fairly soon once the team is onboard. They all stow their go-bags and begin settling in for the flight. It is going to be a longer one today so they are all preparing themselves for the journey. Aaron finds a seat near a far window where he sets the case file down in front of himself and begins reading. His mind is swimming with thoughts and he will do anything to quiet them. The scene plays out over and over in his head, the memory still painfully fresh. Why had he said those things? He was unnecessarily harsh and he is fully aware of this. Now the first memory you’ll have of starting your dream job will be your new boss treating you appallingly. What had even compelled him to speak to you that way? Seeing you had overwhelmed him. The way you looked when you came into his office for the first time. The way your hair framed your face, the light hopefulness in your eyes, the way you captivated him with your movements. Standing there, just feet away from him, you had looked just as beautiful as the first day he met you. God, why did he lie like that? How could he have said he didn’t recognize you when you had stayed in his thoughts more times than he would like to admit over the past year? All the emotions he felt at the mere thought of you made him nauseous and he had no way of understanding them. As badly as he felt for it, he knew that for the time being it would be best to let you work from the BAU headquarters.

“Hotch, are you okay?” JJ’s voice brings him quickly back to reality. The fact that she could see how deeply in thought he was makes him feel an odd sense of shame and he straightens in his seat.

“Of course, I’m fine.” With this, she goes back to her own seat. With a huff of exhaustion, Hotch continues reading. The cabin is silent for a time as the other team members sit reading their case files.

“So,” Morgan’s voice breaks the quiet. “What do we think of Y/N?” The mention of your name causes Hotch to perk up against his will.

“Well, I like her.” Emily is the first to chime in. “I know you guys all got to meet her before me but there’s just something about her. An inherent sweetness. I’m really excited to work with her.”

“Me, too,” JJ says next. “I thought she was kind and open. In this job, that kind of personality is hard to find. I just hope the things she sees doesn’t cause her to lose that. The world needs more kind people, not less. She seems tough though. I think she can handle it.”

“I totally agree,” Morgan adds, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed. “She’s got a little bit of fierceness in her but I like that. You’ve gotta be tough to do this job but she’s also sweet. That’s important too. Plus, that kid’s got the cutest smile. Kind of reminds me of my sisters.” At the mention of your smile, Hotch closes his eyes briefly trying to picture that smile directed at him. He quickly catches himself and looks back down at the file.

“Well, I can’t say I know her that well yet but she seems intelligent. She certainly has eagerness to learn. I think that will help her be successful. It’s very ... refreshing.” Spencer says with a small smile.

“I agree. Right off the bat she’s got a very likable energy,” Rossi begins letting himself trail off for a moment. “Although, I have to say there is something about her that is so familiar. I can’t quite place how I might know her though. Her name too, I recognize it. For a second I thought she recognized me too but I can’t be sure.” The rest of the team watches him for a moment as he tries to recollect how he knows you but he quickly comes up blank. “I’m sure I’ll think of it eventually. Nevertheless she seems like a good kid. I’m excited to see her at work. Just a shame we’ll all have to wait.”

Hearing this Aaron shifts in his seat, knowing that the comment is directed at him since he was the one that made you stay behind. He is suddenly very aware of the other team members looking at him.

“Yeah, Hotch. Why isn’t she here? I thought for sure you’d wanna see what she can do.” Derek locks eyes with Aaron, causing him to debate how to answer the question. All his life Hotch has worked to control his feelings and the way that they manifest so his face remains expressionless as he thinks for a short second.

“I think that for right now her time would be better spent helping Garcia and getting used to her new environment. I agree that she does seem very intelligent and more than capable. I would just like to speak with her one on one first before thrusting her into the high intensity atmosphere that comes with our line of work.” However, this answer doesn’t seem to satisfy Morgan’s curiosity.

“She told me when she came out of your office that you said you didn’t remember her. Is that true?” This continued line of questioning makes his blood begin to boil. Aaron Hotchner of all people knows that lies are what cause the foundations of trust to crumble. If he can’t be honest with himself, how can he expect to be honest with his team? And yet, he finds himself unable to expose his own misdeed.

“Yes, that is correct. We’ve had a lot of cases come and go in the last few years and no one should be expected to remember every interaction they have in that length of time. According to her it was only one day and it was a long time ago at that. I apologized to her and she understood. That is the end of it.”

“Look, I’m not passing judgement Hotch. I’m just saying I can understand why she was so hurt,” Hearing this causes his heart to clench. “She looks up to you. She didn’t even have to tell me that, I could just see it. You mentored her in a time that was very uncertain, when she had a lot to prove. She still has a lot to prove and I’m sure she thought that you would have her back and the first thing you tell her is that you don’t even remember who she is? I get it man, you’re under a lot of stress right now but she’s a part of your team. I just thought you of all people would be a little more sensitive than that.”

His words cut right through Aaron’s heart like a knife but before he has a chance to say anything the laptop screen in the center of the cabin lights up, revealing you and Garcia. Glad for a break from the tension the rest of the team members look toward the screen. With one last glance at Morgan, Hotch leans towards him. “We will discuss this later.” His voice is firm and dangerous but he pulls away to look at the laptop. “What did you find?” He directs at the two of you.

Seeing him causes you to straighten in your seat as you ready yourself to put on your most professional face. Garcia begins telling everyone what she was able to find out about the victim. She has significantly more information than you do but once she’s done she allows you to share what you found. The victim worked at a local grocery store but he had been previously employed at the bank where the robbery took place. The team begin building a rough profile based on the information. You listen closely to their analysis of the unsubs, making mental notes on what you might add to the profile. Before you have a chance to add anything, Hotch thanks the two of you for your work and hangs up. For a moment, you could swear you saw a hint of sadness when he looked at you but you were sure it was just a glitch on the screen.

“Sorry sweetpea. I could totally tell you wanted to add something. They can be pretty abrupt like that sometimes.” You simply give a small shrug. “Well, why don’t you tell me what it was? It’ll give you a little practice for building profiles.” She scoots to the edge of her chair, looking at you intently to which you give a small laugh.

“Well, as we know all of the unsubs are large burly men. The five of them could easily subdue the few weaker people that were present at each of the robberies and yet they chose to bring guns. I believe this shows that they feel a certain sense of inadequacy in their everyday lives. Despite their masculine appearance I would suspect they all have mediocre jobs where they are looked down upon or treated poorly. It’s possible that they all work at the same place but I would imagine they probably met somewhere else. Maybe a support group of some sort. The use of weapons gives them a sense of power over the victims that helps them live out their mass fantasy. The victim of the last crime scene was shot in the head which indicates some personal relationship between him and the unsub who pulled the trigger. That could be a good place to start.”

“Well, it definitely makes sense to me. Maybe we can start looking in to possible support groups for these type of men. Oh, and anyone that might possibly have had reason to kill our victim.” Garcia immediately begins typing and you scoot closer to her side.

“Shouldn’t we wait for the order from Hotch?” She laughs at this.

“Trust me, sweetheart. At the end of the day he’s gonna thank us for the head start. One thing to know about the boss man. He likes to see initiative but he also wants you to follow his exact orders. It’s a fine balance but once you figure out how to work the line, he’s gonna love you for it.” The thought of Hotch loving you for anything at all in the world makes your heart flutter. Almost instantly you stop that train of thought and berate yourself for even entertaining it.

“Well, I guess we better get started then.” The rest of the day goes smoothly. You and Garcia coordinate everything beautifully, finding a good amount of information that you save to send to Hotch at the most convenient time. The day seems to be over almost as quickly as it began and you thank Garcia before heading out to your car. The drive home seems to be much more monotonous than before. It seems like you’re back inside your apartment and stretched out on the couch before you can hardly blink. Rolling over, you reach for your phone which you had thrown on the coffee table. With a groan, you begin dialing your sister’s number. As much as today sucked there was no one in the world you’d rather vent to than your sister.

“Well hey there babe. I’ve been patiently awaiting your call. Give me just a minute to get sat down. I want to hear every last detail.” There are sounds of shuffling on the other side of the phone as she finds a seat. “Okay, I’m all good. Now, tell me about your first day at the BAU! Was it everything you dreamed it would be?”

“Yeah, not exactly,” You laugh. “It was kind of rough to be honest.” There is a moment of silence as you think how to begin.

“Okay. Start at the beginning, walk me through it.”

“Alright. Well, I got inside and I was honestly just in awe of being there, just getting to stand in that room. It felt like I was invincible. Derek Morgan was the first one to talk to me. He was just as charming as I remembered. Anyway, he introduced me to the rest of the team and we got to talk for a bit which was really nice, you know? From the get go I really felt like part of the team.”

“Now you know I hate to interrupt but all of this sounds great!”

“Yeah, well, that was the best part of the day and it didn’t last very long. After I met everyone I went up to Aaron Hotchner’s office to give him my paperwork. I’m sure you know by now that I was pretty excited to see him again, right? Well, when I told him how excited I was to be working with him again he told me that he didn’t actually know who I was. He completely forgot about me. I mean, I guess I get it. It’s been a year and a half and he meets a lot of people. Why would he remember me specifically?”

“Y/N, don’t invalidate your own feelings. What he said upset you and it’s okay to be hurt. That would have hurt my feelings too. You’re a really great person and he sucks for not thinking about you ever since he met you.” Hearing this, you can’t help but laugh a bit. Her ability to defend you no matter what always cheers you up.

“Thank you. I appreciate that. I just wish he thought the same. Anyway, I gave him my paperwork so I could travel with the team. They got a case this morning and I was planning to go with them but for some reason Hotch made me stay behind even though I am cleared to be in the field. It just really bummed me out because I was super ready to get out there and start working but I got benched for my very first case. He had me stay with this girl named Garcia, she’s the team’s technical analyst. I mean, she’s really sweet and we worked super well together but I just wish I could have been out there doing the things that I spent seven years of my life training for.”

“I am so sorry. That sucks. I know how excited you were. Look at the bright side, this is only your first case. You’ll have plenty of opportunities to get out there and prove yourself. It’s all gonna work out.” Unable to keep from smiling, you roll over on your side.

“Thanks. I really hope you’re right.” Sensing the fact that you’re still upset she decides to help by changing the subject.

“So, who all did you meet today? I know you already knew a few of the team members but was there anybody new?”

“Yeah, Elle and Gideon are no longer there. I’m really sad I missed getting to work with them but the people I met seem really amazing. The first girl I met was named Emily Prentiss. She was really nice. The other was a guy named David Rossi.” When you finish your sentence there is nothing but silence on the other end of the phone. You wait a minute for your sister’s response but there is nothing. Before you can ask what’s wrong she chimes in again.

“Did you say David Rossi?” There is a tone in her voice that you don’t recognize and it causes concern to stir in your stomach.

“Yeah, why? What’s up?” There is another moment of silence.

“It’s -- it’s nothing. I shouldn’t bring it up. You’ve already had a rough day.” As if she can sense your anxiety she continues. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing bad. I promise I’ll tell you later, okay? I just don’t think we should talk about it right now, that’s all.” As much as you want to pry you can tell that no matter how much you ask, you’re not getting the answer out of her. With a sense of unease you agree and try changing the conversation again. Once you’ve changed the topic to something other than work you can feel her ease again and the two of you talk for nearly 45 minutes. After a while you decide to call it a night and shortly afterwards you find yourself in bed. You hadn’t even realized how exhausted you were until your head hit the pillow. Your sleep is dreamless which you decide in the morning is probably a good thing.

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The remainder of the case is spent hunkered down in Garcia’s office either doing frantic research or simply getting to know one another. In just a short while the two of you become very fast friends. You realize quickly that you share a lot of common interests and all of your conversations are endlessly fascinating. It also doesn’t take you very long to realize that you actually enjoy the work that you do with her. There is quite a bit of skill required to dig as deeply and accurately as the two of you do. It is a race against the clock to find everything you need in order to help the team and there is a certain level of excitement that comes with that. Of course you still wish you were out in the field but in the end you learn a lot and make a good friend along the way. The case ends rather succinctly with all five unsubs found and arrested with no more casualties along the way. It’s a good feeling, knowing that you helped to catch the bad guys and no one had to die for you to do so. The day the team is set to return you and Garcia head out for coffee before they show up, figuring that you deserve a little treat after all of your hard work. You make light conversation as you make your way back into the building just in time for the team to arrive. You watch them each make their way to their desks, setting down their bags and taking a moment to rest. Of course the last one to walk in is Hotch who heads straight up to his office, shutting the door behind him.

When you feel like it’s an appropriate time you make your way over to Morgan’s desk. Upon seeing you his lips crack into a wide smile.

“Well hey sweetheart! I have to say, you did awesome work on this case.” As he says this, he extends his hand for a high five which you quickly grant him. “I know it wasn’t easy having to sit out but you did great. I’m proud of you.” It takes everything in you not to blush.

“Thanks. I learned a lot and I made a good friend along the way.”

“Yeah, Garcia’s pretty great isn’t she?” He says with a knowing smile.

“She definitely is. She talks about you a lot, you know.”

“Oh, I know. Baby girl just can’t stop thinking about me. Not that I blame her, of course.” At this you lightly punch his arm.

“You are both such teases.” This makes Morgan laugh.

“We gotta keep things interesting.” He leans forward as though he’s about to start his paperwork but he quickly leans back to look at you. “Hey, now that I’m back we gotta go out for drinks tonight. Everyone else is already game so long as you are.”

“Yeah, I’d like that.” You confirm with a grin.

“Great. You know, I’d say I’m buying but I kind of feel like you owe me.” Your brow furrows in confusion.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well, I was trying to get some answers for you so I asked Hotch why he wouldn’t let you on the case and he royally chewed me out for it. In his defense I probably shouldn’t have asked in front of the rest of the team but that decision still just doesn’t sit right with me.” Morgan’s words mingle in your head. It doesn’t sit right with you either but it isn’t really your place to question your boss’ orders.

“I’m sorry he got upset with you. I do appreciate you defending me though. You’re my knight in shining denim.”

“Anytime kid. I’m happy to help.” Getting to talk to Morgan has almost instantly lifted your spirits. However, it doesn’t take long for your heart to drop into your stomach.

“Agent L/N. May I speak to you in my office please?” You hadn’t even noticed that Hotch had come out of his office until his voice drew your attention to him. With a quick look at Morgan, who gives you a reassuring glance, you push yourself off his desk and make your way over to where Hotch is standing. Once you’re at his side he extends a hand, allowing you to step inside first. He follows quickly, shutting the door behind him. “Please, have a seat.” He says, gesturing towards a leather couch on the far wall. As you begin to sit on one end he takes up residence on the other, his knee just inches away from yours. Once you’re both settled he focuses all of his attention on you. He doesn’t seem angry but you aren’t holding your breath. It’s best to just stay professional and speak with him earnestly.

“I’m glad to see you all back safely sir.” You begin. After the stress of the case, you want to make sure he knows that as hurt as you were by his previous decision you harbor no ill will towards him.

“Thank you. It’s not very often that cases end as well as this one did. You understand that, don’t you? This was a special circumstance.”

“Yes, I realize that. I’m just grateful that it did end happily even if it was just this once.” There is an intensity in the way he watches you.

“Good. I just want to make sure you fully know what to expect.”

“I do sir. I did the day that I applied for school. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.” Staying silent for a moment he nods as if in thought.

“I know before I left I said we would be able to talk. I’d like to learn a little bit more about you and from there I’ll be able to evaluate your abilities before taking you into the field. I know it wasn’t the decision you were hoping for but I hope you understand it nonetheless.”

“Of course. It’s not my place to question you and in the end I learned a lot from Garcia. Plus she was nice to work with.”

“Good. I’m very glad to hear that you were able to make the most of the situation.” He stops for a moment, his gaze relaxing. “I wanted to tell you how well you did on this case. A challenge was presented to you and you handled it with grace. The information you provided was incredibly helpful and your suggestions were very well thought out. I was very impressed.” The softness in his eyes as he praises you leaves a fluttering sensation in your stomach. Throughout the entirety of the case you had been so hell bent on proving yourself to him and hearing him say that you had done well made every hour of hard work worth it. As much as your heart is singing you have to remind yourself to be calm. Even though he is being kind to you now, he had made his feelings known to you during your first meeting. There is no reason to read into things. Clearly he doesn’t feel what you feel.

“Thank you sir. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed when I was left behind but I realized that I’m grateful to be here no matter what. I worked really hard to get here, to be doing this kind of work, and not everyone gets the chance to do what they’re truly meant to be doing. As heartbreaking as the outcome of this job usually is, I can’t imagine myself doing anything else.” With every word the two of you are locked into one another’s eyes. For a moment you can almost swear he is holding his breath.

“I appreciate that sense of purpose. I will always support my team but it makes it easier with members who are invested.”

“I am. Completely. I’m here. I know you haven’t gotten a real chance to see me work but please know that my heart is in this.”

“That was never in question,” Hotch pauses, letting his eyes fall to his lap as he considers his next sentence. “I believe now that I made a rash decision in asking you to stay behind. I can see that you are mentally prepared to be in the field. I apologize for my harsh words. I of course can’t say anything for your physical performance yet but I won’t be able to evaluate the full extent of your abilities until I am able to watch you in the field. On the next case I would like you to join the rest of the team.” A breath of relief leaves your lips.

“Of course. I’m ready to get to work.”

“I know. You’ll have the chance soon enough. In the meantime, if you have any questions or concerns feel free to come speak with me.”

“Thank you sir.” Hotch simply nods in response, beginning to stand. You follow his actions, gathering that he is done with the conversation. As you make your way to the door, feeling much lighter than when you came in, he stops you.

“Agent L/N,” The sound of his voice causes you to turn back. “I just wanted to say again that I’m sorry for not remembering you. I never meant to hurt you. It isn’t that you were forgettable. It’s just that a lot has happened in the last year.” This apology seems much more heartfelt than before and you try to hide a smile.

“I forgive you, sir.” With that you take your leave, making your way right back to Morgan’s desk. The shift in your mood must be palpable because he looks up at you with a smile.

“That’s not the face of someone that just got yelled at by Hotch.”

“No, no he didn’t yell at me. He was just telling me I did a good job and he cleared me to work in the field on the next case.”

“Good for you, kid. I’m glad we’re finally gonna get a chance to see what you can really do,” Nodding you rest against the edge of his desk again. “Now, see? That wasn’t too bad was it?” Looking back towards Hotch’s office you can see him bent over his desk, filling out paperwork. Being able to watch him for a moment without fear of falling apart allows you to crack a small smile.

“No. I guess it wasn’t.”

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Sinful | Spencer Reid

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smut | sub!spencer x bau!reader requests info summary | when spencer decides to let the witness flirt with him, you decide to have some fun of your own with derek. it becomes obvious that it's a mistake.

this was sitting in my drafts unedited!! I'm still trying to finish up Amortentia part 2 & the Ethan AU. They'll be up I promise, until then.. enjoy Sub!Spencer! This is my first real stab at a dom reader so I hope I did okay. I've read fics about face slapping as a kink and I just wanna let you guys know that I am not comfortable writing that so I probably never will include that.

Also I hate saliva so I probably wont write about spitting either. Sorry lololol

thanks @imagining-in-the-margins for the inspiration! (was totally inspired by "messy lessons" if you guys haven't read it...you should!)

At first you doubted he knew what he was even doing.

At first.

Maybe he wasn't trying to get in her pants, and maybe he wasn't trying to lead her on. But he was still letting her shamelessly flirt with him. You'd been with the FBI for years and made the silly mistake of assuming that working in the same department as your boyfriend would make things easier on you. Being able to see him everyday is a definite plus, seeing him in danger every time you're in the field is definitely not a plus. Watching a busty blonde witness flirt with him is certainly not a plus, especially when he lets her throw herself into his chest. Supposedly "distraught" but you see the cheeky smile peeking at the corner of her lips.

You see the thing about Spencer that nobody except for you knows, is that deep down he's a very naughty boy. The little mischievous glint in his eyes when his eyes meet yours from across the interrogation room proved that. You were professional however, so you were forced to stand by and watch him comfort her. Bitch.

"C-Could you get me some water?" Her voice was shaky, you still didn't buy it.

"Sure, Doctor-"

"Agent Y/L/N if you wouldn't mind?" Spencer's much more dominating voice cut through yours. Your eyebrows flew up as you shared a millisecond stare down with him. You could see the playful look in his eyes, flashed by the brattiest smile you'd ever seen grace his lips. Your lips stretched in a tight smile before you nodded and turned out of the room.

When JJ joined you near the kitchenette she opened her mouth to say something, but once she'd noticed you white knuckle gripping the faucet handle she changed her mind. She continued with whatever she was doing, not looking at you. It was a tense few minutes until she turned out of the room. While everyone in the BAU knew you and Spencer were together, it was easy for them to forget seeing as you never acted as a couple at work. For obvious reasons. Only in moments of danger, like when Spencer's helicopter went down and there were panicked tears streaming down your cheeks did they remember that you were in fact, together.

Apparently your usually good boy seems to have forgotten who he belongs to as well. The sight you returned to left tendrils of anger licking at the pit of your stomach.

"Oh really, that is so cool! I'll bet you're so strong!" The witness had perked up considerably since you'd left the room. Her hand reached up to curl at his bicep, and he didn't stop her. What a brat. Spencer sat next to her rather than across from her at the table, presumably to console her. Spencer beamed at her praise, an action you did not miss.

"Yeah, actually FBI agents are required to pass a variety of physical exams to insure they're physically healthy enough to chase down an unsub if need be-"

"Here's your water." Your voice was tense and you had to resist the urge to "accidentally" spill the water on her as you set the glass down. You didn't meet Spencer's eye as he stood to follow you out of the room. You could see the naughty façade fading as soon as he'd left the room.

"Y/N?" His voice was soft and his big brown eyes wide when you turned to glance at him. Your heart melted at the sight of those sad puppy dog eyes but you're not going to give in when baby boy broke so many rules.

"Shush." Is all you say, your voice sharp. You're not going to hide the fact that you're mad at him. And you're going to stay mad at him, no matter how cute he is.

"Yes ma'am." Spencer mumbles as he follows you towards the room Hotch is waiting in with the whiteboard. You try your hardest to focus on whatever Hotch is saying but all you can think about is that stupid witness pressing her chest up against Spencer, and the fact that he was practically bathing in the attention she gave him. You hated the fact that Spencer was getting exactly what he wants, he lives for your punishments. In a way, punishing him was also rewarding him but it was rewarding for you too.

After vaguely remembering Hotch asking for Spencer, you watched him scramble forward. You don't miss the fact that he nearly stops to ask for your permission to do so, you have him trained so well. A smile quirks at the corner of your mouth and you almost feel like forgiving him until Hotch speaks again.

"Reid, I want you to take Allison Calloway home..." he lists off where the rest of you will go but at that point you're no longer listening. You hear Hotch pair your name with Derek, which sparks a wicked idea in your head. He's having Spencer take the witness home? Is the world punishing you? You see Spencer steal one nervous glance at you before rushing to get Allison. You tongue your cheek before reluctantly following Derek out of the precinct.

You and Derek were apparently instructed by Hotch to go investigate the second crime scene, where a young man with his hands missing was found earlier this morning. You peek at Derek out of the corner of your eye, Derek is one of your close friends and he knows more than he should about yours and Spencer's...extracurricular activities. He seems to be in a good mood today, and he's unlikely to think anything of it. He'll definitely tell Spencer about it, which is sort of what you're hoping for. While this is hardly the place for you to "come on" to Derek, you're willing to do it. Spencer needs a taste of his own medicine.

"Odd, that the unsub removes the hands but repositions the watch around the victims ankle." Derek muses, his hand coming up to scratch at the stubble on his chin. Luckily the officers sent to patrol the crime scene are nowhere nearby. You circle Derek, trying to formulate the perfect sentence in your mind. It can't be too much, but definitely enough for him to inform Spencer. Derek is used to more lewd phrases coming from yours and Penelope's mouth, so surprising him enough to tattle to your boyfriend will be a challenge.

It can't be anything that would hurt Spencer however.

Derek views Spencer as his little brother and would never hurt him, and you wouldn't want to hurt Spencer either this is all in good filthy fun. It has to be a little risky, but not so risky that Derek would prefer keeping it from Spencer to protect him. If its too much Derek will approach you directly about it which would be humiliating and would entirely miss the point. This is a very delicate operation.

"Oh Derek, have you been working out?" You decide to take the easy route, adding a dash of sultry to your tone.

"Occasionally." Derek doesn't turn his head towards you, you haven't quite captured his attention yet.

"Firm is a good look on you." You tease, you'll need to ease him into it because he's going to have the wind knocked out of him when you finally lay it on him.

"Easy girly, you're venturing into dangerous territory." You hear the lilt to his tone letting you know that he's joking. You need to push it further.

"No I'm serious," you need to tread very carefully. You don't want to ruin a friendship you still want to keep, "it's a really good look on you."

Derek turns to you then, an eyebrow raised as he watches you trail your eyes down his body. While Derek isn't a bad looking guy, he doesn't even come close to comparing to your beautiful boy. Spencer is easily the cutest and sexiest man you've ever had the privilege of standing in the same room with.

"What's with you?" He asks, keeping the smile on his face so he doesn't alert you that he's concerned. You're on the right track but if you leave it here Derek will let it go. You need to drop that mini bomb on him, just a little more. You trail a finger down his shoulder, towards his bicep.

"Nothing, just admiring the view. The big, strong, sexy, view. What I wouldn't give to have you in bed Derek Morgan." There's the bomb. Your words have an immediate effect over him. The half-lidded sultry look in your eyes is enough for him to raise his eyebrows in surprise. Usually he can tell if you're joking but now he really can't tell. He's speechless, which doesn't happen to Derek Morgan very often.

"Y/N..."

"Call me if you wanna take me up on my offer." You send a wink at him before turning to head towards the black SUV. That should be enough for him to tattle.

When you return to the precinct, you watch with pleased eyes as Derek immediately pulls Spencer into a side room. Derek briefly glances at you, and you send him a smile but do not receive on in return. You don't think anything of it, Derek will get over it eventually with an explanation. You watch carefully as Derek begins to speak and an unreadable expression crosses onto Spencer's face, you expect he's just absorbing what Derek is telling him. Any minute now that look will cross onto his face, those dark eyes that warn you that you've officially annoyed him.

Derek keeps speaking, you can see his lips moving. What are they talking about? It shouldn't be taking this long. You're too far away to really make out their faces, so you subtly sneak closer when Spencer's eyes flash to meet yours and you gasp. There is no anger on his face, no playful annoyance, instead you see pain. Hurt. Betrayal. Derek tries to reach out to grab Spencer but the door to that side room opens and Spencer comes rushing out of it. Not bothering a side glance at you as he makes his hasty exit.

"I was only kidding." You explain quickly as Derek emerges. He doesn't look amused.

"It was too far Y/N. He's crushed." Derek snaps, brushing past you. Immediately you turn and exit the precinct, quickly finding Spencer tucked away in a secluded corner. He's sitting against the building, his head tucked into his knees and the absolute worst part is the fact that he's softly crying. You kneel in front of him in an instant, although you're not sure what to even say.

"Oh baby boy, I was only kidding. I didn't mean it, I said it because you flirted with that blonde witness!" You explain in a hurry, trying to reach out to take him in your arms. Spencer resists, instead lifting his head to look at you. His eyes are glossy and red rimmed, "kidding?"

"Yes precious, I was kidding."

"But Derek is more...attractive then I am." Spencer whimpers softly. You reach forward to firmly grasp Spencer's chin, ensuring he looks at you.

"Spencer Walter Reid you look at me," You order, and hesitantly Spencer lifts his watery eyes to meet yours. "There is not a single person who is more attractive then you are, you are flawless."

"But deep down you want Derek-"

"I was kidding Spencer. I only want you, my good boy." You purr, and you see a shiver run down his spine. You lean forward to press your lips to his before your thumbs come up to swipe away your tears.

"I'm not a good boy, I don't deserve it." Spencer whimpers once you help him stand up. Even though you're looking up at him, it's still very clear that you're the one in charge. "I flirted with Allison."

"You're right, you haven't been very good have you? I'm sure you'll make it up to me in the hotel room." You smile pressing a kiss to his flushed cheek. He nods immediately, it warms your heart.

"I love you." Spencer whispers after he catches your hand as you're about to open the door. You press a kiss to his palm, "I love you precious."

You could feel the nerves rolling off of him when you opened the door to your shared hotel room. The door shut with a soft click as you kicked off your shoes. Spencer remained at the hotel room door curled in on himself and wringing his hands together. You have to hide the smile as you shed your jacket from your shoulders, beginning to reach for your jeans when you pause. You take a seat on the bed, watching Spencer eye you carefully from his spot by the door.

"Come here." There isn't a question in your tone, it's more of an order. An order Spencer hastily obeys as he scrambles to stand before you.

"Undress me." You instruct, and Spencer kneels immediately to grab at the hem of your shirt. He carefully lifts the fabric off your body and tosses it aside before reaching around your body to unclip your bra. "No touching baby boy, you were naughty remember?" You snapped, and you saw him turn his head down in shame before turning his attention towards your pants. He unbuttons your jeans and helps pull them down your legs. Spencer's breath gets caught in his throat when his eyes land on your clothed pussy.

"Like what you see precious? Maybe if you were a good boy and didn't let that woman run her hands all over you, maybe I'd let you touch." You purr watching the disdain in his eyes when he realizes what his punishment is going to be.

"Tell me the truth baby boy, did you let her touch you in the car?"

He nods, but that's not good enough for you. You reach down to roughly palm him through his slacks.

"I said did you let her touch you?" You punctuate every word with a gentle squeeze around his cock. Finally, Spencer seems to find his voice.

"Y-Yes!"

"Where? Show me where she marked what's mine." You hiss, not even attempting to disguise your frustration. Spencer lifts one hand to his chest and trails it down his stomach, dangerously close to the hem of his pants before thankfully he stops.

"You let her touch you, this close to your cock?" You snap, tearing your hand away from him.

"I-I'm sorry!" He stammers, his eyes wide and his hands resting on the tops of his thighs. Boy does he look pretty on his knees before you. Not pretty enough for mercy however. There's a pleading look in his eyes, and a desperation. A desperation to please you.

"Make it up to me." You snap and as soon as the words leave your lips, Spencer's fingers are curling around the waistband of your underwear and tearing them off your body.

"Y-Yes ma'am." You lean back on your elbows as Spencer lowers his head between your legs, his eyes flickering to yours briefly. With a nod of your head, Spencer is delving between your legs with the enthusiasm of sex deprived teenager. Your head tosses back immediately as you feel his tongue licking thick stripes over your entrance. He continues to lap at you, his tongue teasing your entrance before he returns to his heavy licking. You moan softly, your fingers digging into his curls and pulling his head closer.

"Just like that, you're being such a good boy." You praise through breathy moans, and Spencer can feel his chest swell with pride. He loves being your good boy. But he isn't your baby boy all the time, sometimes, with a bit of coaxing, he becomes daddy. Spencer reaches up to prod a finger at your entrance before he's sinking in knuckle deep, his mouth curling around your clit. Spencer pumps on finger, to stretch you a little before slowly working a second finger into your suffocatingly tight heat.

"Yes Spencer, don't stop." You beg, feeling yourself climbing closer to reaching the peak, especially when his tongue flicks expertly against your clit while his fingers pump steadily into you. "Oh God, my good boy-" You praise again, and this time Spencer moans against you. Your toes curl as the vibrations send a course of pleasure through you, you've got to make him do that again.

"Do you like being my good boy Spencer? My good, obedient boy. So eager to please me, to make me feel good. And you do, you make me feel so good because you're such a good, good, boy." Your heavy praise causes Spencer to release a low groan, and the feeling is enough to launch you over the edge. Spencer keeps pumping is fingers into you, his tongue swirling soft circles over your clit to help you through your orgasm. Once your body has stopped jerking, you finally pull him off you.

"I forgive you precious, but unfortunately I still have to punish you." You inform him as you pull him back up to his feet. You hear him whine as you push his chest to lay him back against the bed.

"Do you have to?"

"Are you talking back to me baby boy?"

"N-No!" He squeaks instantly, his cheeks painted red. You stand over him, laying beneath you and you can't fight the soft moan that escapes your lips upon seeing him. His hair is disheveled from you raking your fingers through his, his brown eyes are wide and innocent as he looks up at you, and his cheeks are dusted such a beautiful shade of pink.

"Take off your clothes precious, I want to see all of you." You instruct, and you love the shy look on his face as he reaches up to remove his shirt. You let your eyes shamelessly roam his body as he slowly exposes more skin to you. Despite having been together for a few years now, Spencer is still incredibly insecure. Deep down he's worried you'll grow tired of him. Worried that you'll seek out other men despite being with him. Spencer is worried he's not enough to keep you interested. Which is wildly untrue, it's already been over 3 years and if anything you become more interested as time goes on.

"So beautiful baby boy, your body is a work of art." You breathe under your breath. Spencer blushes even deeper then he was before as he nervously fidgets underneath. You swing your legs on either side of his waist, your palms on the bed next to his head. "Your punishment, precious boy," your hands drift to his that are resting on your hips, "is that you can't touch me." You finish, moving his hands to the bed.

Spencer's eyes widen as his head drops back. A whine escapes his lips, but like a good boy, he grasps tightly at the sheets. You reach between your bodies to grasp his cock, pressing the head against your entrance before you teasingly lower onto him. Spencer's eyes squeeze shut at the feeling of your velvety walls around him- it's almost too much for the poor boy. It doesn't help that it's been a few weeks since you two last had sex, meaning you're tighter then you normally are. In fact you're so tight that Spencer can't even breathe properly while he's stretching you open.

"Oh baby boy, you feel absolutely wonderful. Your cock stretches me open so good." You purr, your hands landing on his chest for leverage so you can bounce on him faster. Spencer whimpers softly, the feeling is overwhelming, you can tell he's struggling to contain himself. Your hair drifts down your back when you throw your head back, his cock hitting places deep inside you.

"Getting close," You moan and Spencer knows that's his cue to reach down and begin rubbing circles over your clit. As soon as his thumb makes contact you're moaning loudly, your free hand digging into his hair to hold onto tightly. "Yes Spencer, yes." The phrase becomes a chant you repeat in your head over and over again. Spencer continues to rub you, desperate to help you find your release. When you slam down on him again, his cock hits the place deep inside you that makes your toes curl. You cum instantaneously, your body nearly falling top of Spencer's from the sheer force of it. Spencer's arms come up to steady you, offering shallow thrusts into you to chase his own release.

"Y/N...c-can I?" His voice is wrought, and you smile weakly.

"Yes precious, you can cum." As soon as you give him permission, he's cumming in hot gushes into you, his face buried in your neck. You run your hand down his back as his heart rate slows back to normal, and Spencer's arms stay curled around your waist.

"Spence?"

"Hm?" You can hear the lazy drawl in his voice that lets you know he's getting very sleepy.

"Don't ever break my rules again, or your punishment will be much worse."

"Yes ma'am." You press a kiss to his lips before pulling off him, and curling yourself into his side.

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shemarmooresfedora · 4 years ago

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Rebuilding Family

Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Warnings: swearing

A/N: for my 100 follower celebration (thank you so much), i opened up my fic requests! please just read my brief fic request guidelines before requesting!!! also thank god the ‘read more’ link is finally working for me. so sorry for people who had to scroll on the previous chapters (i am going to go back and fix them now)!!!

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Chapter 16

“I’m home!” Spencer called out.

Jo bolted down the stairs and leapt into his arms, “Daddy!”

“Hi, Princess! Did you have a good day?” he asked.

“Yes, I played kickball with Henry at recess today,” she informed him.

“I have a surprise for you,” Spencer smiled, bringing her over to the couch.

You walked out of the kitchen just as Spencer was pulling an envelope out of his bag.

“What’s this?” you asked.

“You’ll see,” he grinned.

Jo pulled three tickets out of the envelope, examining them.

“They’re for the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History, Jo! They have a huge dinosaur exhibit and we can all go together this Friday,” Spencer explained.

“Thank you, Daddy!” she hugged him.

“You’re welcome, Princess. But I want to go too so this isn’t a completely selfless gift,” he chuckled.

Jo was waiting on the couch in full dino gear. She was so excited...and then your phone rang.

“Y/N, I can’t make it. I have a case and they really need me. I’m so sorry,” Spencer apologized.

You sighed, “Okay, I’ll tell Jo. Stay safe.”

You hung up the phone and sat down on the couch next to Jo, smoothing her hair back.

“Baby, I have some bad news. Daddy can’t come with us tonight,” you spoke softly.

“Why?” she whispered, tears forming in her lash line.

“He has to help other people who really need him,” you pulled her in for a hug, “But we will still go and have a great time and I’m sure Daddy will make this up to you when he gets home.”

“Okay,” Jo sniffled.

“You are such a brave little girl for letting Daddy help others instead of be with you. Now, let’s go see some dinosaurs.”

You didn’t know a bunch of cool facts off the top of your head like Spencer would so you mainly had to read from the plaques that were next to the exhibits.

Jo seemed to have fun regardless but you could tell she was a little down. You were walking to the car when she began to squirm.

“Need to pee,” Jo said.

Knowing she couldn’t hold it until home, you walked into some fancy restaurant hoping they would let you just quickly use the bathroom.

Luckily, they did but you stopped dead in your tracks when you were exiting the bathroom. Spencer was at a table with an attractive woman with a dark-haired bob. They were making some serious eye contact. This didn’t look like an urgent case at all, it looked like a date.

You scurried out of the restaurant before he could see you. Jo didn’t see him either which was a relief because you didn’t know how to tell her that her Daddy was a fucking asshole.

You rushed home, packing bags for you and Jo. You couldn’t be here when he got home. You wouldn’t let him interact with Jo after choosing some girl over her feelings.

“Where are we going?” Jo asked as you loaded the bags into the car.

“We are going to Grandma and Grandpa’s for a little while,” you said as you buckled her in.

“Is Daddy coming?”

“Um no. Daddy may be gone for a while,” you explained.

Once Jo was fast asleep in the car, you finally let yourself break, the tears drenching your cheeks. How could Spencer do this to you and Jo? Apparently you were not enough for him.

All of Spencer’s calls and texts were left unanswered. As he arrived home, the lights were off which was weird because you were usually still up by now.

He was still shaken up about the last thing Cat said to him.

“In twenty years, I’ll remember your name but you won’t remember mine.”

All he wanted to do was hug his girls and memorize every single thing about them so he could never ever forget them.

As he walked up the steps, a note was taped to the front door.

Pack your shit and leave. I never want to see you again. Stay away from me and especially Jo.

Spencer pulled out his phone so fast and called you. Voicemail, shit.

“Baby, I’m so sorry I missed the museum but I was already brainstorming ways to make it up to you both. Please come home,” he pleaded.

Spencer dragged himself upstairs, opting to sleep in your bed instead of his. He was so exhausted, he would be useless trying to find you right now.

When Spencer awoke the next morning, the house was still just as empty as it was last night. He sighed, calling Penelope.

“Garcia, could you please track Y/N’s phone? I’ll send you her number,” he asked.

“Do you have a reason?” she countered, “I can’t just go looking up everyone’s location. I mean I could but I need to be able to justify it to the director if they go through my computer.”

“She left a note but she isn’t responding to my calls or texts. I just need to make sure she’s okay.”

“She’s in Fair Haven, New York.”

“That’s over a seven hour drive. She must have driven all night,” Spencer exclaimed.

“So she’s okay?” Penelope asked.

“Yes, thank you, Garcia. Her parents live there.”

Spencer quickly brushed his teeth, repacked his go bag, and set off on his drive.

You were all having dinner at the table when there was an urgent knock at the door followed by the doorbell ringing. Your father got up from the table and looked into the entryway.

“He’s here,” he said.

You sighed, walking up to the front door and closing the curtain right in Spencer’s face.

You had put Jo to bed and were now peeking out of your old bedroom’s window on the second floor.

“He’s still here?” your mom asked.

Spencer had seated himself on the bench on your front porch and had not left since then.

“Maybe you should talk to him, sweetie. He’s gonna freeze to death out there.”

“Mom, he went on a date with another woman when he was supposed to be taking our daughter to the museum and lied about it to me. I really don’t care,” you said.

“Well, you could at least tell him to leave if you don’t want to talk to him because it seems like he is waiting to say something.”

You sighed, grabbing a quilt from the end of your bed and stomping down the stairs.

“Here,” you opened the door and threw the quilt and a few granola bars at him, trying to close the door quickly again.

“Y/N, please wait!”

The door was already shut. That was as nice as you were willing to be at the moment. No one was forcing him to stay, he could leave at any time. But you weren’t up for hearing whatever he had to say right now.

To Spencer’s credit, he did sleep out there all night, not even going back to the warmth of his car.

Jo really wanted to go to the park this morning which means you were going to have to walk past Spencer.

After zipping up her coat, you said, “Jo, we are going to play a game where we don’t talk to Daddy, okay?”

“Why?” she asked curiously.

“Just because,” you sighed.

You lifted her up and opened the door. Spencer looked up, immediately standing up. You tightened your grip around Jo.

“Y/N, can you talk to me please? I don’t understand. You didn’t seem too mad about the case when I called you. I get it was awful timing but-” he rambled as he followed you to the car.

After finishing buckling Jo, you shut the car door. She didn’t need to hear what you were about to say.

“If you want a family so fucking bad, go fuck your side chick and stop trying to weasel your way into ours. I can’t believe you chose getting laid over going to the museum with your own daughter. I had to comfort her crying when I told her you weren’t coming and I said you were helping people but you were only helping yourself. Honestly did you just pretend to like me again so you could get to see your daughter to prove you’re better than your father? Cause from where I stand, Spencer, you’re no better,” you hit him right where you knew it would hurt.

“Y/N, what?” he looked heartbroken but you couldn’t trust anything about him anymore.

You got into the car and reversed out of the driveway, wiping the tears from your face.

“You lost,” Jo said.

“What?” you asked.

“You talked to Daddy.”

“Yeah, baby. I did lose.”

You got home late. You had purposely stayed out most of the day to avoid Spencer who was no doubt still camped out on your parent’s front porch.

As soon as you arrived home, he was already walking over to you.

You put your pointer finger up to silence him, “Let me tuck Jo in and then I’ll come down.”

Spencer was sitting on the bench when you returned. You stood by the door with your arms wrapped around you as if to protect yourself.

“I wasn’t on a date,” Spencer whispered.

“I saw, Spencer.”

“Well, I kinda was but it was an undercover mission for a case. I like you, Y/N. Actually, I love you, Y/N. I never stopped loving you...”

“How do I know this isn’t another lie?” you whispered.

Spencer pulled his phone out of his pocket, “I had Garcia forward me Cat Adams’ case file and the security footage from that night. You can see Rossi, JJ, Morgan, and Tara all there but they were dressed up undercover too which is why you didn’t notice them there.”

“I’m sorry,” you spoke softly after reviewing the footage and seeing the mugshots of the woman, “I just assumed and my anger got the best of me. What I said to you about your father was especially cruel and untrue.”

“You had every right to be upset, I know it looked bad. I will try to clarify upcoming cases when I can but sometimes the details are confidential.”

“I promise to listen to your side of the story first next time before making you sleep on a bench outside,” you softly giggled, “and...I love you too. I don’t think I stopped either.”

“Can I kiss you?” he smiled, standing up and slowly approaching you.

“Yes you may, Spence,” you smiled as he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

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cacoetheswriting · 4 years ago

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for you and i

Pairings: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Warnings: honestly just pure fluff, mild swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption, implied smut (nothing graphic) Word Count: 2.2k Summary: A small collection of moments throughout reader’s and Spencer’s evolving relationship that features their song. A/N: this symbol ~~ signifies a time jump.

A/N: i finished my rewatch of bones last night (im hella emotional), and one of my favourite “running gags” from the show is hot blooded being booths and brennans song, and how the writers reminded us of that from season to season. it definitely definitely inspired me to write this. also i did this instead of working on my assignment as a birthday gift from me to me lmao ENJOY

The plane trip back home was completely silent.

Morgan and JJ were catching up on much needed sleep. Emily, lost in thought, observed the night sky through the small window. Rossi was reading, as Hotch worked his way through some case files.

Spencer sat next to you at the far end of the jet. You were listening to music while his nose was buried in a book. Although you could tell he couldn't really concentrate on the words as the page remained unturned for the last fifteen minutes.

“Why don’t you let your eyes rest for a minute?” You suggested, carefully taking out one earphone. “A short nap could be good for you. It doesn’t look like you’re retaining any information anyway.”

Spencer nodded slowly, agreeing with you. He shut the novel in his lap and tilted his head to look at you, his lips pursed into a thin shy smile. “You should get some sleep too Y/N.”

“I’m okay.” You replied. “Plus someone has to keep watch in case the jet gets abducted by aliens or something.” A sly grin appeared on your face as Spencer chuckled softly. He rested his head against the chair and gradually closed his eyes.

You watched him for a moment. Examining his perfect features. Your innocent crush growing by the second - something you would never admit out loud in fear it would ruin your friendship.

When you were about to place the earpiece back in your ear, his eyes shot back open. He sighed heavily.

"I actually don’t think I can.” Spencer said quietly and once again turned his attention to you. His gaze briefly landed on the phone in your hands before travelling up to your face. “Did you know that in addition to aiding relaxation and helping with falling asleep quicker as well as improving sleep quality, playing music before bed can improve sleep efficiency? Which means more time you are in bed is actually spent sleeping.” You raised a curious brow waiting for him to continue, but he just asked: “Can I ask what you are listening to?”.

Instead of answering his question, you wiped the dangling earphone against your blouse and handed it to him. He took it, a little hesitantly, and placed it in his ear - the two of you unconsciously shifting closer to one another.

You could tell by the expression on his face that he didn't know the song currently playing, nor did he particularly like it, but he didn't protest or ask you to skip it. In his eyes, you were kind enough to share your source of entertainment therefore he would never push to change what you were clearly enjoying.

The song ended, another began, and another, and another. Eventually Spencer closed his eyes again. The two of you continued to silently listen to the various songs on your playlist - a wild mix of different artists and genres, definitely showcasing your weird music taste.

Touch Me by The Doors began to play.

“I like this one.” Spencer muttered, eyes still closed. “I didn't peg you to be a rock fan.” You stated curiously. Spencer chuckled softly. “I wouldn't call myself a fan per se, this is just a very good song.” “This is actually my favourite song of theirs.” You proclaimed.

Sinking deeper in your seat, you quietly sang along. “What was that promise that you made?” To your pleasant surprise, the young doctor joined in. “Why won't you tell me what she said? What was that promise that you made?”

Lost in the pure bliss of the moment, you gently rested your head against Spencer’s shoulder. His eyes fluttered open. He glanced down at you and smiled to himself. Yes. Yes, he could definitely get used to this.

“Watch it!!!” You shouted and rudely gestured after the vehicle that overtook you out of nowhere, almost sliding right into your car. Frustrated, you ran your hands through your hair before placing them on the wheel again. A deep sigh escaping your lips in the process.

Spencer chuckled next to you. “Maybe next time I’ll drive.”

“Sorry.” You muttered, tone of your voice changing completely for a moment. “People are just so fucking stupid.” The groan was full of annoyance, and it only made the young doctor snicker louder.

“How about we turn on the radio?” Spencer suggested. “Cool you down a little since we have another hour drive ahead of us, and I would preferably like to get there in one piece.” He teased. You rolled your eyes at his comment, but didn’t protest.

Taking your silence as a yes, Spencer fumbled with the car radio.

‘Come on, come on, come on, come on Now touch me, babe’

Voice of Jim Morrison blared through the speakers. Instantly, your whole body loosened up. No longer feeling annoyed or angry. Driver’s rage dissipated. The frown circling your features was replaced by a happy smile.

‘Can't you see that I am not afraid?’

Stopping at a red light, you looked at Spencer who was lightly bopping his head to the beat of the music. His gentle curls bouncing with his every move.

“You know, the universe is telling us that this is our song now.” You noted. The young doctor met your gaze, and the grin present on his face made your heart skip a beat. A faint hit of nerves cascaded through your body as you anxiously waited for his response.

Spencer shrugged his shoulders slightly. “It’s a good song. The universe could have wished us a lot worse.”

As the light ahead turned green, and you were driving once again, the two of you burst into the chorus as loud as you possibly could: “Now, I'm going to love you! Till the heavens stop the rain!”.

The bar was filled to the brim with people wanting to unwind after a long week of work. That included the BAU team.

“One more for the road!” Morgan exclaimed, jumping out of his seat. He motioned to Hotch for assistance and the two of them briskly walked off in the direction of the bar. “While they’re gone, I’m gonna hop to the loo.” Penelope chimed. “I’ll join you.” JJ spoke up and they hurried off.

Spencer sat beside you, shoulder pressed lightly to yours. He was sipping on the remainder of his drink and you were about to open your mouth to say something, engage him in conversation, when you heard it. The song. Your song.

Your head instantly snapped up at him and a mischievous grin spread on your face. By the time Spencer realised what was going on, you were up on your feet grabbing him by the arm, and pulling him onto the self-made dance floor.

You began to sway along to the music. The alcohol currently flowing through your veins definitely made you that much braver. It also gave Spencer the confidence boost he needed to join you with no objections.

Despite the questionable looks you were undoubtedly receiving, the two of you jumped around like kids. Singing the song out loud to one another. It was as if the world around you disappeared. Like you and Spencer were the only people left in the bar.

‘Till the stars fall from the sky’

And when the night concluded, when everyone said their goodbyes, Spencer continued to hum the melody of your song as he waited with you for the taxi. It was then you chose to make the first move - colliding your lips with his in a carefree kiss.

They were softer than you ever imagined.

All at once, the attraction between you two and the tension that built up over the years burst. You grabbed onto his jacket pulling him even closer. Suddenly, the cold night air didn’t feel so cold anymore. It was hot, burning like a flame. Your body was on fire and so was his.

Spencer’s long arms wrapped around you, trapping you in the fire. One of his hands moved lower down your back, while the other tightly gripped your hair. The sensation that he felt was unimaginable. He always imagined what you would taste like, although he never expected anything would happen. He imagined how your body would feel against his. How your lips taste. But this, this exceeded all expectations.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” He said in a smoky voice after pulling away, his hands now holding your face. “That’s what I was going to say.” You managed to whisper before his lips landed on yours again. Your heart pounding hard inside your chest, it felt as if it was about to explode.

Spencer huffed as he placed a heavy cardboard box down on the ground. He straightened himself, flattened down his crinkly t-shirt, and turned to you with a smile. “That’s the last of it.” He stated proudly, placing his hands on his hips.

“My hero.” You ambled towards him and pecked his lips. “Thank you.” His arms made their way around your waist, pulling you in close. He placed a tender kiss on your forehead before glancing around the room.

“I can’t believe we’re officially moved in together.”

“It’s been a longtime coming.”

“That it definitely has.” Spencer smiled kissing you. He let his arms fall and shuffled around to start unpacking.

Having planned ahead, you removed a speaker from your handbag. You quickly set it up, connecting it to your phone, and pressed play to ease the process that would carry on into the night.

Starting with the kitchen, and the more fragile items, the two of you made your way through the new apartment.

Hours passed. It was getting quite late as tiny yawns continuously escaped your lips. However, the hard work was paying off because space started to feel more and more like home.

You decided to finish up for the night - tomorrow was another day. Yawning, you leaned into the arms of your boyfriend. Spencer kissed the top of your head and began to sway you slowly from side to side.

Right on queue, the guitar intro you both recognised well began to play through the speakers. You smiled into his chest before breaking free from his embrace.

‘Yeah! Come on, come on, come on, come on Now touch me, babe Can't you see that I am not afraid’

Sharing a knowing look, you both started to dance. Not wanting to disrupt any neighbours you both chose not to sing along like you usually did. Instead, you mouthed the words in sync as if you were competing in a lip-sync battle.

‘What was that promise that you made? Why won't you tell me what she said? What was that promise that you made?’

The two of you circled happily around one another. It wasn't long before the air guitars came into play.

And as the song concluded, Spencer cupped your cheeks. “I love you.” He muttered, gazing deep into your eyes. “I love you too.” You replied smiling.

Without another word, Spencer’s lips crashed against yours. Both your heads tilting hungrily from side to side to vary pressure. Hearts hammering loudly. Your hands made their way up his muscled back as his hands traveled down your neck, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Why don’t we move this party to the bedroom?” He suggested, his face still only inches away from yours. You lifted your hand, and brushed some of his light curls away behind his ear. “I do believe I read somewhere that it is considered bad luck not to christen the bed on the first night of living together.” You stated giggling.

Spencer raised an interested brow. “What else does the article say?”

“How about I just show you.” And like that, your lips were on his once again as he blindly led you to the bed.

“And now ladies and gentlemen we would like to bring out our newlyweds, Dr. & Mrs. Reid, to dance their first dance as husband and wife. Let’s give them a hand.”

Spencer turned to you, that warm kindhearted smile you loved so much circling his lips. He offered you his hand. “Mrs. Reid.” You took it gladly. “Dr. Reid.”

He led you to the middle of the dance floor and swiftly wrapped one arm around your waist, holding you close, while the other hand intertwined itself with yours. Music started to play and the two of you swayed elegantly from side to side.

“I have a surprise for you.” Spencer whispered in your ear before briefly pulling apart and twirling you around.

Suddenly the music stopped. Sounds of disappointment echoed through the watching crowd as you shot your husband a quizzical look.

A melody you knew all too well filled the space.

Your mouth parted slightly in shock as Spencer let his arm fall from your waist. He spun you around once again and began rhythmically banging his head to the beat of the song. You couldn't help but giggle at the sight before joining in.

Excited screams echoed through the crowd as they cheered on. Even though you heard them, you knew people were watching and documenting this moment, you felt as if there was no-one else around - déjà vu.

Spencer pressed his forehead lightly to yours, his hands cupping your cheeks. His lips twirled into a smile. A big smile that you reciprocated. Feeling as if you were on cloud nine, you looked deep into each others eyes and whole heartedly sang along with the song. Your song.

‘I'm going to love you Till the heavens stop the rain I'm going to love you Till the stars fall from the sky For you and I’

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