#I forgot what tag I use for JJ.

[robocops-a-christ-allegory]

that post made me think of the three of them.

#Solla #Franz #JJ #I forgot what tag I use for JJ. #my the imperium dies AU #the hominibus pacem

[just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms]

Title: Atta Girl

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Word count: 1,330

Warnings: dirty talk, no actual smut but a definite lead up

A/N: I’ve never written Hotch before, so please be kind. I apologize for no editing, the idea came to me and I immediately wrote it on my phone lmao Enjoy! Feedback appreciated!!

Tagging @ssahotstuff and @hotchscvm because I recently discovered you guys and love your fics (hope it’s okay I tagged you!)

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Pulling into the motel parking lot the team exited their SUV’s, grabbing their bags and slowly walking towards the rooms. Each of you were at the brink of near collapse from exhaustion, so everyone agreed to whatever lodging was closest.

“Alright, get some sleep. We regroup around 8am.” Hotchner looked over his shoulder.

“Come on Hotch,” Morgan groaned. “Give us a break, man.”

Hotch stopped and took in the teams exhausted faces. “Okay, I’ll give you a break. 8:15am be ready.”

“Such generosity,” Emily laughed.

“Reid, Morgan, Dave, you’re all in room 7. Emily, JJ, Garcia, you’re all in room 8. Y/N,” he turned to you. “You’re with me. Each of the rooms can only sleep 3 with someone taking the couch.”

“Fine.” You didn’t argue and walked past him. “But if you snore I’m sleeping in the car.”

Walking into the room you both gave each other an exasperated look. The beds were tiny. There was a table and chair in the corner that looked like it would collapse any second. And neither of you wanted to be there, but also didn’t have the energy to verbally protest.

“I’m going to feel huge in this bed.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his words. “What?”

“Um, in a different context that was kinda dirty.” You started to laugh again and Hotch ran his hands over his face.

“Must everything be dirty?”

“When it’s going to be funny, yeah.” You gave him a quick smirk and turned back to your bag. But it’s also a good option when you want to get a topic going.”

Hotch paused, staring down at his own bag. “Which one is it?”

You paused. “Right now? Funny.” You paused again. “But that’s just right now.”

Hotch let your words sink in and before he could respond you were the first to speak.

“Shower?” Hotch turned at your words. “Do you need it right now because I’m gross as hell.”

“Oh, no, all yours.” Hotch turned back to his bags to unpack his things.

You got the shower running and were halfway through shampooing when you heard a knock. “Y/N? I…”

“Yes?”

“I really, really need to pee. I’m sorry.” You could tell the mortification on his part through the door.

“You’re fine! Come in. I grew up with one bathroom so I’m used to it.”

As the door opened Hotch tried to keep his composure. “I am sorry.” You could tell he was hesitating.

“Um, you do remember I was a nurse for 5 years right? This is nothing.” Your words helped him relax.

While you finished rinsing your hair you were extremely aware of the fact that only a thin curtain stood between the two of you. You were completely exposed, and in a way so was he.

You could hear him wash his hands and leave the room. Quickly finishing you toweled off, threw your hair in a second towel, and wrapped yourself tightly making sure it wouldn’t fall. Grabbing the door handle you opened the door. “Bathrooms free.”

Hotch grabbed his things and walked over. As you moved to leave, he was coming through the doorway. Your chest brushed against his and your towel started to slip. As your hand flew to grab the towel, Hotch stared down at you, focusing on your face.

“That’s the second time you’ve been ‘inappropriate’ tonight.” Hotch’s eyes never left yours. “I’m starting to think you were trying to start a conversation earlier.”

Unsure of how to respond you moved through the doorway and turned to him. “Glad you’re finally catching on,” you smirked and walked away. Hotch took a deep breath and closed the door.

You grabbed a tank top and underwear and right as you covered yourself you heard the door open. “Can I come out? I forgot something.”

“Yeah no problem.” You answered not really realizing the level of undressed you were.

When Hotch turned the corner, he stopped mid-step, completely caught off guard. You didn’t even realize it until you felt his eyes on you.

“Oh, shit. Sorry. It’s how I slee-“ but you couldn’t finish your sentence. Standing there in nothing but a towel you took in his body. His large frame, his arms and shoulders, chest and torso.

“You good?” Hotch smirked, taking a few steps towards you.

“Um, respectfully,” you paused. “No way I could have guessed you looked….well this good under your suit.” Each of you let your words hang in the air. Hotch slowly started walking towards you.

“What caught your eye first?”

“I think…your biceps.” Your mind raced to give a reason. “You could really throw a girl around.”

In one motion Hotch crossed to you, grabbed your arms, circled them around his neck, and grabbed both your legs at your thigh to wrap around his waist. You buried your face in the base of his neck as you tightened your grip around his waist. Without a word he walked you to a wall and as soon as your back hit, he pulled his head back as you let yours rest against the wall. His eyes studied your face. Pupils dilated, lips parted, cheeks flushed, and chest rapidly rising and falling.

“You’re right. I can throw a girl around.”

“Show me.” You challenged.

Hotch smirked. “First I gotta make sure you’ll be worth it.”

It was your turn to smile. “Oh I promise…I will be.”

“I knew you would.”

Finally breaking the tension you pulled his lips to yours. You held the kiss, neither of you moving for several seconds. When the kiss finally broke, you each pulled back and smiled.

“Fucking hell Y/N.”

Hotch pressed his lips back to yours and this time the kiss was deeper. Your tongues slowly met and you tangled your fingers into his hair as your grip tightened on the top of his back. He dug his nails lightly, but firmly into your thigh with one hand and brought the other to tangle in your hair at the base of your head.

You needed him to know you were all in, but also you weren’t going to let him run the show. At least not right away. Getting a good grip on his hair you pulled his head back. You dragged your tongue up the side of his neck before resting your lips right next to his ear.

“You take on too much, and are in control too often. Let me show you what a good girl like me can do to you.”

Hotch’s breath caught in his throat before he let out a soft, low laugh that made his chest rumble. It was his turn to fist and pull your hair, exposing your neck to drag his tongue across your pulse point. His lips rested at the base of your ear and he paused to collect himself.

“You will be my good girl…however,” his hand let go of your hair and moved in one smooth motion to lightly grip your throat, “you will also be my dirty little slut, just for me, and show me every trick you have. I will take control when you edge me to the point I have no choice but to stop you so that after I make you cum again,” his grip tightened around your throat, “and again,” his grip tightened more, “and again, I will force you to the point you are literally begging for me to rail you until you nearly black out you cum so hard on my cock.” His hand let go and went back to grab your thigh. “Understand?”

Your head was spinning. Your pussy was tingling. You couldn’t decide if you wanted to kiss him or drop to your knees right then.

“I understand completely…sir.”

“Atta girl.”

He let you down slowly to your feet. His towel falling away as you slid down his body.

“Now,” he took a step back. “Show me how my perfect good girl will be my dirty little slut.”

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[iwanttobepersephone]

YOU'VE BEEN TAGGED!!

1) Are you named after anyone?

2) When was the last time you cried?

3) Do you have kids?

4) What sports do you play/have you played?

5) Do you use sarcasm?

6) What's the first thing you notice about people?

7) What's your eye colour?

8) Scary movies or happy endings?

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1. A video game character, if I remember correctly, but it just so happened to be a name commonly used to refer to Persephone as well! Lol

2. When I was in honor band practice like 3 days ago

3. Not unless you count the small version of myself living in my head

4. I played cross country when I was in 1st grade but that's it

5. Noooo, neverrr (all the time)

6. Their demeanor, whether they act kind or rude

7. Hazel!

8. Happy endings, mostly cause "scary movies" often aren't scary at all to me and they tend to just feel poorly done (even if I know they aren't)

9. I play bass, I draw, and occasionally, I write! I can also kinda sorta sing but not at an extraordinary level lol

10. No thanks ^^

11. At this point, making theories about Rangers Apprentice is my main one lol. Other than that, mostly reading, drawing, making/listening to music, and hanging out in nature

12. Yup, two! Jj, my cat, and Sunny, my dog. Here's photos of them!

13. 5'3", I think? I forgot lol but that's about right

14. Band!!!!!

15. I want to be an indie musician! Realistically I'll end up at a taco bell, but ey we can all have dreams

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[jackhues]

jack taking mom and peanut to family skate & all the boys are obsessed with her 💗

peanut's world! au - family skate

note: this is pre-luke joining njd

jack grinned as he entered his apartment.

mama, who was sitting on the couch with peanut, smiled a little at her younger brother's giddiness.

"what's got you feeling so happy?" she asked. "did you see that pretty barista again?"

jack's cheeks tinted red, but he rolled his eyes. "no, peach. look at this."

mama took the flyer from jack's outstretched hand, trying not to look too surprised at the 'family day' advertised right on top. mama was supposed to leave with peanut and head back to michigan tomorrow, but the little grin on jack's face was too adorable.

"you want to bring me and p to the devs family day skate?" she asked him.

"yup!" he grinned. "you're coming, right? oh my god, all the boys are gonna love peanut! nico's been asking to meet her for like so long now, i don't think he really believes she exists, while dawson thinks she looked adorable in her halloween costume last year, and-"

"jackie, honey, breathe," mama laughed a little. "p and i will come to the family skate with you, but we need to keep you alive until then. not to mention, i'd be very embarrassed if i had to call mom and tell her you died because you were talking too much and forgot to breathe."

"i'm happy, so i'll let that comment slide," he grinned.

-

mama stepped onto the ice, smiling lightly to herself as she began to feel at home again. jack had baby peanut in his arms and was laughing at peanut's awed expression of the ice.

"c'mon," jack looped an arm through mama's. "let's go show everyone peanut."

"damn, you're just using my baby for clout," mama whistled.

jack flicked her, grinning as they approached nico.

"told you she's real," jack said at nico's shocked expression.

"damn right she's real," mama muttered. "i know i didn't push a child outta me for people to question if she even existed."

"no, no one's questioning peanut's existence," nico shook his head quickly.

peanut put a hand towards nico, playing his hoodie strings.

nico smiled at her, "she's so cute. i can't believe she's related to you, jack."

"hey!"

mama laughed as the other boys began surrounding the little baby, cooing and awing whenever peanut looked towards one of them.

twenty something boys, all surrounding a one-year old, completely enamored by the way she looked around with wide eyes and played with their hats...

well, it was a sight.

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[blueicequeen19]

literally anything with jj and praise omg.

jj is having a bad day. kooks were messing with him, he got fired for fighting back. then the pogues want to go fishing or surfing

reader shows up. “whats up boys” “jj is in a mood” theyre all annoyed at jjs attitude and leave without him but reader feels bad and leaves early to check on him finds out he went home and luke was drunk so she cleans him up and takes care if him

Offerings

I forgot the praise kink! I’m sorry! 🥴

THERE WONT BE A PART TWO TO THIS

“What happened, J?” I gasp, finding him beaten and bloody on the back step of his house. No one else was here except his dad. Did his dad do this? When the Pogues told me that JJ was in a mood and I offered to go check on him, this wasn’t what I expected to find. Tears immediately filled my eyes but I pushed them away.

“It’s nothing. Go home.” JJ snaps, sipping on a beer.

“It’s not nothing!” I insist, reaching towards a nasty gash on his cheek but he swats my hand away with a dangerous look.

“I don’t want you here so leave. I don’t need you to take care of me.” He snarls, downing the last of his beer and tossing the bottle towards the weeds.

“Then what do you need, JJ? Whatever you need I’ll do it! I hate seeing you like this!” I grasp his hands, desperate to help him in anyway I can. He tightens his hands around both my wrists, yanking me forward so I almost fall in his lap.

“I’m in the mood to fuck. So be careful what you’re offering.” JJ snaps, pushing me away again. I blink rapidly as my heart races in my chest.

“I-I I’ll do it, J. Please just let me help you!” I cry and he jumps to his feet, advancing on me like a predator and backing me against his dads truck.

“You wanna help me? Turn around and hold on. Be a good girl and keep your mouth shut.” I look at him with wide eyes, having never seen this side of my best friend before. I let him spin me around and I grab the window frame of the door. His hands unbutton my shorts and he tugs them down, followed by my swimsuit bottoms. I’m shaking but I don’t say anything as rough fingers find their way between my thighs, smearing in the wetness that he finds.

“Do you want this? Tell me now.” JJ demands, his mouth against my shoulder. I nod, giving him the green light. I hear his shorts being unzipped followed by the sound of a condom wrapper. I suck in a breath then he’s rubbing the thick head of his cock against my pussy. I was suddenly terrified of someone catching us, specifically his dad. The worry faded the moment he started to push into me. He pulled my hips back as he entered me, pushing while stretching me beyond belief. It hurt but he told me to be quiet so I bit back any pained whimpers.

He’s silent as he starts to fuck me. The only sound being our combined heavy breathing and his hips hitting my ass. A coil was tightening deep in my gut, heat spreading between my legs and he was suddenly slamming into me harder. His hands covered mine on the windows ledge, his face buried in my neck as he grunted with each thrust. It felt so good.

That coil snaps, pleasure and electricity shooting throughout my body. I open my mouth to cry out when his hand clamps down over it, ringed fingers digging into my cheek. I shake uncontrollably, moving my hips to meet his strokes until he all but collapses against my back, pinning me to the truck while breathing heavily into my neck. I reach back and gently stroke his hair, slightly surprised when he lets me. He placed a kiss to my neck and goosebumps coat my skin before he pulls away.

I take a minute before pulling my shorts up and I turn to see him with a concerned look.

“You’re bleeding, Y/N.” He says, motioning to the pink streaked condom. I freeze, panic settling in. His gaze narrows at me as he strips the condom off and tosses it in the back of his dads truck. Now he looks angrier than before.

“Were you a fucking virgin?”

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Mystery Man | JJ Maybank x reader

Requested by @okzoxok / Summary: It wouldn’t be summer unless you spent it with your cousin Sarah on the OBX. Unfortunately this summer includes Sarah’s boyfriend John B and his goons that call themselves the Pogues. However, you and JJ don’t hit off right away and immediately the hatred for each other is shown. 

A/N: your typical enemies to lover. I had this idea while writing it and as I read back on it, I guess it’s not as enemies to lovers as I thought, but I still  hope you enjoy! x 

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“so, what party are we going to tonight?” You ask excitedly, tossing yourself on your cousin Sarah’s bed, head propped up on your hand, “first party of the summer!” 

Since you were 11, you’d spent every summer with your cousin Sarah and the rest of the family. It was the highlight of the year and something you looked forward to every summer since it was the only time you were able to see her and the rest of the Cameron family. 

“Don’t be mad.” She takes a seat on the bed next to you, “There’s no party tonight. We’re going to my boyfriends house to hang out.” 

“sarah!” You groan, “We always go to a party on the first night I’m here!” 

“I know, but I really want you to meet him and his friends.” 

“Why can’t I meet him tomorrow?” 

“Because,” she gently pushes you, knocking your head off your hand so you fall on your back, “He’s preparing a fish dinner for us, he’s excited to meet you too. Him and his friends went fishing this morning and caught our dinner. We can’t cancel on him.” 

“Fine,” You sigh, “Are his friends cute?” you ask, wiggling your eyebrows. 

“no, y/n.” She shakes her head, “His friends are off limits this summer.” 

You groan again, “you’re killing me!” 

“Promise me you won’t.” She gives you a warning look, pointing her finger at you. 

“I promise.” You hop of the bed, opening your suit case. “So what should I wear?” 

~ 

“Sarah is coming with her cousin tonight,” John B begins, “She’s a girl and off limits. I’m talking to you, JJ.” 

“Come on, man. Seriously?” 

“Yes, I’m serious. She’s Sarah’s cousin, if it ends badly, it makes it awkward for all of us.” 

“fine,” He mumbles, tossing the cleaned fish on the pan, “but if she comes onto me first-” 

“No.” 

~ 

You and Sarah arrive at the Chateau, “This is where John B lives?” You step out. 

“are you being judgmental?” 

“No! Sorry, I just mean, i recognize the house. You can see it from the water and I’ve seen it on our boat rides with your brother.” You follow behind her, the smell of tonight’s dinner, filling your nostrils. 

“Something smells amazing!” Sarah announces in a greeting, immediately approaching John B with a hug and kiss. 

Sarah introduces you to John B, Pope and Kie, “JJ is around here somewhere.” John B looks around the yard. 

“I think he forgot his hat on the boat.” Kie adds. 

“Wait-” The name JJ is familiar. Surely it’s not the same JJ. “JJ?” It couldn’t be or at least it better not be. 

“Yeah JJ is my-” John B starts, 

“Did I miss the introductions?” JJ asks, approaching behind you. 

You turn around and sure enough it is. “Oh fuck no.” This summer just took a turn for the worst. 

~ 

“You two know each other?” Sarah asks, confusion written all over her face. 

“Fuck no.” You say with an amused smile. This couldn’t be happening. 

“I don’t think I know-” JJ begins, pointing a finger at you, his face contorted in confusion. His lips then form a smile, “Wait, have we fucked before?” He says it in a joking way, but if only he knew. 

You laugh unamused, “Sarah, I’m sorry, I’m out of here.” You start to walk away, “I will walk home. You stay and hang out.” 

She stops you by grabbing your arm, “Wait you can’t just leave! what the hell, do you two know each other? I’ve never even introduced you!” 

Your eyes meet JJ’s confused eyes. You couldn’t believe he actually didn’t remember you. “You’d just started dating topper.” You try to jog her memory, “and ditched me one night at the beach.” 

Her jaw goes slack, forming an o at the realization,“No.” 

You nod, “Yeah, that’s the guy.” You point to JJ, who holds his hands out in defense. 

“I have no idea what the hell is going on.” 

“You never told me his name, how was I to know it was my boyfriend’s best friend!” 

“I didn’t want anyone to know. It was the worst night of my life! I was pissed at you for ditching me for Topper and so I got drunk.” 

“No,” She groans, “JJ Maybank was your drunk sex on the beach mystery man?!” 

“JJ!” John B groans out in disbelief and disappointment. 

You and JJ’s eyes meet and suddenly it falls into place for him, memories flooding back, “fuck.”

~ 

The two of you had been drunk. He’d approached you, well, had fallen in the sand next to you and began talking to you about how the kooks were assholes. You knew what a kook was and you’d be labeled one since you were Sarah’s cousin. However, you were pissed at Sarah who’d ditched you for Topper and his goons. So, you played along, saying how much you hated them too. 

The two of you got the conversation ball rolling and the conversation came easy for you two. It was a vague memory, blocked off by the alcohol in your system, but you remember you two laughing together. 

soon, the laughter was brought to an abrupt hault as the two of you stared at each other. And soon after that the clothes were discarded and the kissing ensued.. 

It was later that night that it took the turn for the worst. You’d passed out and woke up alone in the sand, your clothes laying next to you. When you got dressed and headed back to the party, JJ was ranting about the girl he’d hooked up with. He was bad mouthing you, saying the worst things about you and him during the intimate moment. You were horrified and quickly left the party in tears.

Rafe had picked you up, immediately going into protective brother mode. You explained you’d gotten drunk and Sarah had left earlier. You didn’t mention anything about boys. 

You came clean about what happened to Sarah when she found you crying. You had been mortified by this random guy, who you actually had a crush on and thought he liked you too. It was the last party of the summer and you’d be leaving in a few days and didn’t see the point in telling her who. She accepted this and never asked who again. 

“Look we hooked up, that was it.” JJ explains, “Why are you so pissed about it?” 

You shook your head, not willing to go down that road again, especially in front of Sarah, her boyfriend and his friends, “just forget about it. You obviously have anyways,” You plop yourself down on the outdoor couch, which had rips and stains all over it. You didn’t even want to know what those stains were. 

JJ gave up. If you hated him so be it. He didn’t do anything wrong. You two had sex, he left and that was that. if you hated him, he could hate you in return. 

~ 

“You can’t just fucking-” 

“you literally cheated!” You argue. The two of you had been at it for hours. It was driving the pogues insane. They all rolled their eyes at your bickering. It was getting ridiculous. 

“I didn’t cheat! You’re a sore fucking loser.” JJ tosses his game cards on the table, standing abruptly, his chair skidding back at the action. 

You roll your eyes at his immaturity. How could you have ever fallen for this stuck up asshole? 

“I’m not doing this shit anymore. She’s been a bitch the entire day and I’m not going to take it anymore.” JJ puts his hat on, exiting the table. 

“Dude come on, don’t be like that.” John B tries to simmer the situation, but Kie decides to take full reign, going straight in. 

“You two have bickered all fucking day. It’s ridiculous and you’ve BOTH ruined the day. We couldn’t even enjoy a day on the boat before you two started again. You’re acting like children and it needs to stop.” She straightens her back, her eyes flickering between the two of you, “If this is how this summer is going to be, then we aren’t going to hang out with you two. So, get a grip of yourselves, grow the fuck up, fuck it out of your system if you need too, i don’t give a shit!” she crosses her arms over her chest, satisfied with her outburst. 

“He’s literally-” 

“She’s the one-” 

She shoots you two a look, immediately silencing the two of you. 

“maybe we should lock them in a room together, see who kills each other first.” Pope suggests as a joke, but the rest of the pogues glance at each other and then at you and JJ. 

“oh hell no-” You stand, trying to evade Kie and Sarah who lunge at you. 

“John B-Pope- I will kick your ass-” John B and Pope grip tightly onto JJ, dragging his body into a nearby room, Sarah and Kie right behind you. 

They both toss you two in, “we’ll let you both out when you get your shit together!” Kie quickly slams the door, locking it. 

“Fucking hell!” JJ tosses his hat on the bed, “You see what you’ve made them do?” 

“me?! You’re the one who’s being immature!” 

JJ tries his hand at the windows, “oh of course you would throw us into the room with the painted shut windows! Nice job dickheads!” 

“no way.” you quickly rush over, trying your hand at budging the windows open, but no luck. “They’re painted shut.” 

“No shit sherlock, I just said that.” 

You give him a go eat shit look, “so there is no way out of here?” 

JJ plops himself on the bed, running his hands through his hair, “Nope. Not until you work your shit out with me.” 

“Me work my shit out with you? You’re the problem!” You take a seat on the bed as well, but the farthest side away from JJ. Silence fills the air for a moment before JJ finally breaks the silence. 

“What are you so pissed at me for anyways? We fucked one summer, that was it.” 

You roll your eyes, “You would only remeber that part and not what happened afterwards.” 

“Then explain it to me. Explain why you hate my guts and almost killed me today pushing me off the boat.” 

“Oh, you were a good 10 feet away from that propeller!” 

“More like inches! I could have sliced my finger or leg off.” He defends. 

“You’re over reacting.” 

“No you are about this situation with me and you. Now, if we want to get out of here, we have to settle our differences. The quicker you explain why you hate me, the quicker I can get the fuck away from you.” He huffs. 

You think about it for a moment, realizing he is right. You didn’t want to be stuck in here with him any longer than you needed too. “You told all your buddies how bad of a fuck I was. Then proceeded to tell them exactly what happened. I was mortified.” 

He thinks back for a moment, his face contorting in confusion, “What the hell are you talking about? I didn’t-” 

“I walked in on the conversation. I heard everything.” 

He shakes his head, “You obviously didn’t hear the whole conversation.” He turns toward you on the bed, “The “Fuck” I was talking about wasn’t even you.” 

“wait, what?” you turn to him, “What are you talking about, I heard the entire thing!” 

He rolls his eyes, “No you jumped to conclusion just like all females do.” 

You give him a warning stare, “Watch it.” 

He holds his hands up in defense, “I’m defending myself. If you’d actually stayed and listened, you would have heard the whole conversation. The girl you thought I was speaking of, wasn’t you. It was some other girl. I didn’t even speak about you to them. It wasn’t their business.” 

“So you would speak about another girl though?” 

“Jesus christ woman. What the hell do you want? Yes I spoke about some other girl. I’m sorry, shoot me in the foot. But it wasn’t you at all! So, you’re angry at me over nothing.” 

You gaze over at JJ. So, he was still the guy you thought he was. The same one you spoke to that night on the beach. He hadn’t betrayed you or humiliated you like you had assumed. 

“I’m actually kind of hurt you would think I would do that to you. I thought we hit it off that night at the beach. I even left my number in your phone.” 

You look away from him, your mind thinking back to that next day where you found a contact in your phone, but it was labeled as J. You didn’t put two and two together, thinking it was some random guy you’d met and just didn’t finish the entirety of his name, “So you were J in my phone.” 

“fuck I didn’t finish filling out my name?” He groans, “I had to piss so bad and really thought I’d finish filling out my name in your phone.” 

The two of you can’t help but laugh at that. After the laughter dies down, JJ holds his hand out toward you, “So are we okay now? We aren’t going to kill each other?” 

You sigh, shaking his hand, “We’re good.” 

The two of you stare at each other for a moment. You can see the gears in his head turning before he makes his decision. He gives one soft tug and you’re falling on top of him, “good cause I’ve wanted to do this again since that night on the beach.” 

You’re taken back when his lips press against yours, but soon you catch up, returning the kiss. All of this because you didn’t stand there long enough to listen to the whole conversation. Who would have thought? You wanted to kill him earlier and now all you want to do is kiss him. 

outside the door: 

“should we open the door now?” 

“It’s gotten too quiet.” 

“Please god don’t tell me one of them has killed each other.” 

“That’s what you’re worried about? i’m worried they’re having sex!” 

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the sea around us; chapter twenty-six

In which Rafe Cameron has to choose between his dad and a pogue who's changing his outlook on life more and more every day.

(rafe cameron x f!oc)

(eventual!jj maybank x f!oc)

warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, older brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)

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TW: violence

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In the morning, it's obvious we all hardly got any sleep. Funnily enough, my ankle is starting to feel slightly better, so maybe it's not actually broken. I hope.

Pope leaves to go get gas for the boat, and JJ and Kie go to find the keys for The Phantom. I hide in a cupboard in the back of the restaurant, just in case anyone comes by.

I didn't realize I fell asleep back there until someone is opening the cupboard.

"Snowy? Are you asleep?" It's Kie.

"No, I'm up." I lie, crawling out and standing against the counter.

"We got the keys, it's like two so we have to hurry to get the boat and meet John B. Pope will meet us at the boat." She explains and I nod, limping after her. We grab a bunch of food, enough for the three of us to survive for two weeks, and head out to the car. As we walk out the door, we see Kie's parents getting out of their truck.

"Kiara, oh my god Kiara, where have you been?" Her mom says, quickly approaching us.

"Oh shit..." JJ says, helping me into the car on the other side.

"Mom, mom I'm fine, okay? We slept here." Kie tells her mom, still getting into the car.

"We were out all night looking for you- we thought you were dead!"

Kie sighs. "I know, but I'm okay. We're fine, but I have to go." She explains as her mom talks over her, begging her not to go.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I have to help my friends, I love you, I'm sorry." Kie says, almost in tears as she closes the door and starts the car, her mom banging on the window for her to open it as we drive off.

We all sit in silence for most of the drive.

When we arrive, Kie climbs in the back seat with me as the boys get out. "Here, I got some stuff to wrap up your foot. It should help.." Kie said, gesturing for me to lift my leg up onto the seat.

Eventually we get my shoe off and Kie wraps my foot tightly with a tensor bandage. By the time it's wrapped up, JJ has hitched the boat to the car.

"I just hope it runs." Kie says, hopping out and walking over to JJ.

"Oh, she'll start. This is the fastest thing that Kildare has ever seen, faster than any of the cutters that the boys in blue have got. The first boat to make the run to Bermuda in under sixteen hours." JJ says proudly, placing his hands on his hips as I sit with my legs hanging out of the car watching.

"If you say so." I agree, smiling over at him.

"It's kind of a junker." Kie says, arms crossed.

"Let me put it this way- you ladies would not be smoking weed if she never existed." JJ says, smiling over at me.

Just then, we hear a motorcycle engine and a door open on the other side of the boat.

"Pope, finally." Kie says, getting up to walk over to where he was with a smile on her face, when Rafe walks around the corner.

"Oh no- oh shit." I mumble to myself, scrambling to get out of the car as Rafe walks out instead of our friend. No way he's just here to wave us off.

"Hey there, what's goin' on?" Rafe says, a fake smile on his face. "JJ, nice to see you again." He says as Kie turns back, walking towards us again quickly, panic drawn across her features.

We turn back when we hear a whistle from behind us now, and I instantly recognize Barry- the man who held a gun to my head not too long ago. Surprise surprise, he's got one now.

"Well, well.." He says, cocking the gun and pointing it right at JJ who raises his hands. "See, don't think I forgot about you and me on the side of the road." He says, getting closer.

"I'm here, because I want my motherfuckin' money!" Barry says angrily, hitting JJ across the face.

I gasp and jump a little, covering my mouth.

"JJ? JJ!" Kie is yelling at him now as Rafe walks up to me quickly.

"Rafe, no, don't..." I say, trying to back away.

He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight as I try to wiggle out of his grip. "Tell me where John B is." He says and I shake my head. "Tell me where he is and I can fix this. You don't have to be so impulsive and fucking run off with no plan. Just let me help."

"I don't know- I swear we don't know."

"Snowy..." He chuckles a little. "Do you actually think I'm stupid?"

"Get off her!" Kie says, walking up and trying to pull me out of his grasp, but it's hardly making a difference.

"Tell me where John B is and she's all yours." Rafe insists, but I know that's not true.

"We don't fucking know! How many times do we have to say it!" Kie insists and he sighs, dropping his head back.

"You guys actually expect me to believe that? Seriously?"

"We know what your father did." Kie says, fully angry now. Rafe lets me go and I stumble out of the way, trying not to hurt my foot anymore. I look over and see Barry beating on JJ, who's now laying on the ground. I feel a pang in my chest- I hate seeing him hurt, but I know there is nothing I can do.

Rafe steps closer to Kie, not saying anything. "He murdered Sheriff Peterkin!" Kie shouts, suddenly slapping him across the face. I stand there and watch in disbelief as he quickly grabs her throat, lifting her head and pushing her back.

"I wish you hadn't said that..." Rafe says, and I can see that Kie can hardly breathe.

"Rafe! Let her go! Are you kidding me?" I say, stepping closer and trying to push him back, but it's like he can't see me. Or hear me. He's so deep in his own head I truly believe he doesn't know I'm here.

"Don't you ever say those fucking words again." Rafe says, looking briefly over at me and shoving Kie backward, letting her go.

"We're getting out of here." He grumbles, grabbing me again now.

"No, no. Rafe let me go..." I say, just noticing now that I'm crying.

"Snowy, I'm not letting you go. I can't do it." Rafe says, a low growl in his tone. "Tell me where John B is and I will fix this."

I shake my head as I watch JJ get thrown back on the floor as Barry yells at him. "Fine- we'll talk about this at home." Rafe is lifting me off the ground now, dragging me back towards the door. Just then, he drops me as I feel his legs give out and he screams out in pain. I turn and look, and see Pope standing there with a crowbar.

"Don't touch her!" Pope yells, hitting him again.

"Pope! Pope stop!" I shout, reaching out as Kie helps me up and Rafe knocks the crowbar out of his hands.

They begin fighting, and I watch as Barry hits JJ again before noticing that Rafe was getting into it with Pope now.

"Hey!" He yells, getting up and JJ grabs his leg, pulling him down and making him drop the gun.

"Kie! Kick it! Kick it!" JJ yells at her and she runs over, kicking it out of the way.

I look back at my boyfriend as Pope is absolutely beating the crap out of him.

"Pope- stop!" I try and grab him but he shakes me off.

"Pope? Hey, Pope? That's enough!" Kie tries to get his attention now. We watch as he lays punch after punch on my boyfriend.

"Hey, man, Pope, he's had enough, stop!" JJ says, finally free from Barry to come and intervene, seeing that Rafe is in such bad shape he's no longer a threat.

"JJ do something!" I say, totally panicked now. I feel myself hyperventilating as I look at Rafe laying on the ground, and Pope proceeds to grab a rope and pull it back around his neck. I feel like I could throw up.

I turn away as my friends try to stop him- I feel like I can't move. Eventually, it gets quiet, and I see Kie and JJ pulling Pope away. I feel myself crawling quickly to Rafe's side, where he's laying on the floor, coughing and gasping for air.

"Rafe? Rafe? Hey, can you hear me?" I ask, kneeling over him and placing one hand on his cheek as he coughs. He's clearly been spitting out blood- it's covering his face. "You're gonna be okay- you're gonna be fine." I tell him as he looks up at me- I'm sure right now he can't talk.

He pulls me down on top of him into a hug, his hand in my hair as it falls down over both of us. I shake as I cry in his arms- how am I the one who's crying right now? My best friend just tried to kill him- he should hate me.

"Snowy- we've got to go right now." JJ says, and I feel his hand on my back. "I'm sorry- we have to go."

I feel Rafe hold me tighter in a desperate attempt to keep me from leaving, despite him being unable to speak.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." I cry, trying to pull away. After taking so many hits from Pope, and with a crowbar too, he's weak enough for me to get up.

JJ pulls me into a hug and quickly guides me away, and I look back over my shoulder pretty much the whole way to the car. Just as we're driving out of the garage with the Phantom, I see Rafe sitting up and wiping his eyes. It hurts me to see him cry. to know that I'm the one who made him cry. I feel sick.

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We make it to the meeting spot, and my eyes are still burning from tears and my throat stinging as I sit silently on the dock. If i had a dollar for every time this summer I vomited from anxiety after seeing someone I love almost die at the hands of one of my best friends- I'd have two dollars. Not a huge amount by any means, but still way too much in my opinion. We had to stop for about five minutes on the drive over here, otherwise, I would have puked in Kie's car.

I run over our plan over and over again in my head while we're waiting for John B and the boys are readying the boats. Last night, I convinced Kegs to take a boat from the Camerons for JJ and I to take; our plan right now is to take it somewhere where it will be spotted, and we can take the cops off John B's tail so he can escape, and then he'll meet us in Mexico.

I'm turning over the note Kegs left for me on the boat, having read it about a hundred times.

Snowy,

Stay safe. We love you.

Until we see you again (in this life or the next),

Kegs

My heart shatters every time I read it, but it never changes.

I look up when I hear sirens approaching, and quickly stand up.

"Shit, they've got him." JJ says, and we all assume the 'act natural' pose- as we don't have time to run. Not that it will work, since we're in the presence of a stolen boat. As the police truck pulls up, we all look at each other with panic in our eyes, that is until John B steps out. I sigh a breath of relief as he turns off the vehicle.

"Wait- no way." JJ says in disbelief.

"No way!" Pope laughs a little.

"I'm sorry, uh.." Kie chuckles.

"Shoupe let me take it for a spin." The brunette explains, pulling his backpack over his shoulder.

"Okay, that's believable." I smile, holding my arms out for a hug. "I'm so glad you're okay..." I say as John B pulls me into a hug.

"It wasn't easy bro, but we got The Phantom for you." JJ says, patting him on the back. "She runs like she was made yesterday." He adds and tosses him the keys.

"Where's Sarah?" He asks us, and we all look at each other.

"She's not with you?"

"No, no. We got separated in the swamp. She said she was going to meet me here." John B insists.

"We haven't seen her..." I shake my head.

"Yeah, we haven't seen her man." Pope says.

"Okay, well I'm not leaving without her."

"John B, look at me." JJ says, "I know you feel bad for leaving, but there's no time, man. You've got plenty of gas, plenty of food. Once you get around that point, it's a straight shot to Dismal Swamp, okay?" He starts firing off the plan. "Once you get there, lay low, alright? Hang out for a couple of weeks, then go overland. Snowy and I will take a long way and meet you after you cross the border at Brownsville. You got that?"

John B has a vacant look in his eyes. When he doesn't respond, JJ grabs his face. "You got that? Brownsville."

"Yeah, yeah. Brownsville." John B nods as thunder rumbles across the sky.

"All right, saddle her up, saltwater cowboy. Let's do this." JJ says and I hold out my arms to hug my friends goodbye.

Kie instantly pulls me into her chest. "I love you, I'll see you soon, okay?" She says and I nod slightly, feeling tears come back to my eyes.

"I love you so much, Kie." I respond, hugging her tight. I pull away after a moment and look her in the eyes as we both start to cry. I laugh a little as I let her go, moving on to Pope.

I press my head into his chest and hold him tight. "I'm sorry I couldn't stop." He mumbles into my hair, rubbing my back.

"You scared me." I admit. "Don't go all tough on me now." I laugh slightly, I know if he can apologize, he's okay.

"Take care of Anna for me, yeah?" I joke, trying to change the subject and he laughs. "Do me a favor- if you don't have her blocked, will you teach them how to surf? That's all they wanted this summer."

Pope nods as he lets me go. "Of course." He smiles sadly. "Good luck, Snowy. We'll see you on the other side." He says and I nod, wiping my tears.

I turn and grab John B's arm right before he gets into The Phantom after hugging everyone. I go to say something, but I don't get the chance before he's hugging me again. "We're gonna get through this." He says, his lips pressed to my head.

"We've got this." I agree. "I'll see you soon. Stay safe." I say, pulling away and looking up at the boy who has grown to be my best friend. If you told me on the day I met him that one day he would be wanted for murder, I definitely wouldn't believe it. I honestly don't believe it now.

"You too." He replies, getting into the boat as I turn and see JJ holding out his hand to me from the other.

"Your carriage, Snow White." He jokes, but I can see his eyes are red too after hugging our friends goodbye.

"I think that's Cinderella." I laugh slightly as I take his hand, stepping into the boat and he starts it up.

"I'm gonna go say bye to Sarah, plan is still on, though!" John B shouts over the boat motors as we start to pull away from the dock.

"Brownsville!" JJ shouts back and John B gives him a thumbs up, going the opposite direction as us.

We drive away without a word shared between us, and I rest my head on JJ's shoulder after I pull on his spare hoodie and tuck all my hair into the hood.

We hear sirens behind us as we head just out of sight of the dock, where Pope and Kie are standing.

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Strauss blocked: Part 3

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Ngl I wrote it at 3am yesterday but I kinda like it so i hope you do too :)

Thank you to @Igg5989 for beta reading this (why can't I tag you) and @ravensmadreads for the inspo as usual :D

TW: gunshot, bloodloss, age gap relationship, employee-boss relationship

Previous Part

“We’re not going home just yet,” Hotch announced before breakfast was even finished. He’d left the table twenty minutes ago to take a phone call from JJ and from the looks of it, whatever Hell you had just stepped out of with Avery Watts, you were about to step back in with another unsub, “Wheels up in an hour. I need to speak with reception, if someone could bring my bags down, I’d be grateful,” he added, looking around the table. You looked down at your half eaten plate of pastries and pancakes and sighed. Perhaps Strauss was right since she seemed to be backed by the universe, pancakes for breakfast clearly wasn’t a good choice. The only consolation was that everyone else left the table looking just as dejected as you. 

You separated from the group at the lifts, your fear of enclosed spaces and severe vertigo not allowing you to take the elevator up with them, and climbed the stairs to reach your room. As soon as you stepped in and threw your phone into the bedsheets, it buzzed. You sighed, digging through duvet, flat sheets and blankets to find the device. Unlocking it, you saw a text from Hotch.

Hotch: “How about I take you out to dinner tonight?”

His text was quickly followed by another one.

Hotch: “I want to take you out on a date, to start this relationship off right.”

Your heart skipped a beat and butterflies fluttered in your stomach. It was one thing that Aaron wanted to take you out on a date, but the fact that he seemed intent on having a relationship with you was something completely different. Hotch had been resistant to the idea of getting back into the dating scene again after the divorce, despite Rossi, Morgan and Emily’s insistence that it might be good for him. The fact that he had chosen you to try settling down again with felt like something huge for the both of you. 

You: “Relationship?”

You asked, half teasingly and half seriously, subconsciously giving him a chance to change his mind and realise he’d made a mistake. 

Hotch: “Unless that’s not what you want?”

Hotch: “I’m sorry if I misread the situation.”

You: “No, you didn’t. I want a relationship with you”

You assured him, resisting the urge to add “I’m just surprised you’d pick me,” and immediately betray your low self esteem issues. 

Hotch: "Good. I'll leave you to pack your bags, see you on the jet"

He replied, quickly followed by another message.

Hotch: ":)"

You smiled at your phone, slightly surprised by the message. Even though by all accounts you had just agreed on a relationship with Hotch, knowing he sent emojis felt like forbidden knowledge, much like knowing he was a giggly drunk. And yet, you couldn't help but wonder what other things you might discover about Aaron.

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The jet landed in Dallas, leaving you on the tarmac to wait for the FBI’s unmarked SUV’s to arrive. Delays had been caused by rain and, like your father always used to say, the people of Texas forgot how to drive the minute a drop fell from the sky. Once they did arrive, you all piled up into the passenger seats for a half-hour drive down to Waxahachie. 

Although it wasn’t technically your home town, you had lived there long enough to know it like the back of your hand, you had spent many hours as a child, sitting in the back of your grandfather’s truck, running errands and visiting friends. You hadn’t been in a very long time but as the SUV drove around the streets towards the hotel, you were happy to see that not much had changed. Most of the shops you knew still thrived, kept by the same people and when you set foot inside the police station you realised the same thing was true there too. 

It seemed, however, like most of the officers either didn’t care or didn’t recognise you. They begrudgingly cleared a table for you and the team to set up shop at, and wheeled out a whiteboard with a single pen at the order of their sheriff and left you to work without so much as an acknowledgement. The rest of the team seemed jarred by this, but you welcomed their cold indifference, the last thing you needed was a crowd of acquaintances to witness you performing at a subpar level. 

“All victims were shot in their cars in the middle of the night, no witnesses saw the crime happen but all of the murders happened in residential areas so we have plenty of people to corroborate the TOD,” Spencer summarised, looking at the whiteboard the Waxahachie Police Department had provided, which he had already filled with the minuscule amount information you possessed on the unsub., “We don’t know how he’s getting them to stop, how he’s picking them or why…”

“What can we tell about him?” Hotch asked, coming to stand next to Reid with a mug of coffee and a cup of tea for the doctor.

“Well, I think it’s safe to assume he’s an organised offender,” Derek said, starting off, “His murders seem to be planned, he targets victims in cars while they’re going through residential areas. Three out of the five victims were found in wealthier parts of towns where drifters would be noticed so he’s finding ways to pull them over. Maybe he’s pretending he’s hurt or asking for directions, I don’t know, but he’s got a diversion. He’s in control.”

“Yes, and when we look at the crime scenes, the bodies are in such positions that it appears they were shot at roughly the same time. He’s efficient. The entire murder can’t last much longer than a few minutes and while he’s doing them out in the open he is keeping some control by only killing at night when no one can see him,” Spencer added

“He’s a product killer. The fact that the entire crime doesn’t last long means he’s not enjoying the process much. We know he’s stealing his victim’s ID’s after the crime, so he’s taking trophies and the fact that he kills only in residential areas makes me think he enjoys the attention the bodies gather,” you added, voice shaking as you explained your reasoning. 

“Good,” Hotch said, “I’m going to call Garcia to see if she can link our victims somehow, in the meantime, see what else you can find about him. Keep up the good work.”

You exhaled, the stress of your public contribution leaving you as soon as Hotch had praised you. Spencer came up behind you, squeezing your shoulder slightly, “Good work,” he repeated.

“Alright you two, keep at it, I’ll be back. I’m going to talk to the detective, see if we haven’t got a trail of escalation,” Derek said, tearing himself away from the slow progress of the profiling whiteboard. 

You turned to Spencer, “Am I that transparent?” you asked.

Spencer looked uneasy for a moment, “No,” he replied too quickly, “Hotch told me you tried to quit. He came to my room this morning while we were packing.”

“Oh fantastic,” you huffed

“You could have told me, I would have helped,” Spencer said, “I can still help,” he said, almost pleading.

You forced yourself to look into his eyes, confronting the emotions you knew you’d find there. Your friendship, although unlikely on the surface, had been built on a mutual and unspoken feeling of being the odd one out. Spencer was the youngest one and by far the smartest one, he had graduated high school at twelve years old and his eidetic memory enabled him to retain volumes of information and statistics. You had always been an invisible part of the BAU, interning since you were old enough to pass a background check, about as recognised as a piece of furniture and just as heavily depended on until Jason Gideon plucked you out of the shadows less than a year ago. You had just graduated college with a psychology degree and passed the entrance exams to become a fully-fledged agent with flying colours. The field and exams couldn’t have been further apart, though, and you felt like you were drowning faster than anyone could throw you a lifeline. 

“Okay,” you said, “Help me.”

“Okay!” he smiled, “Yes, okay, so what else can we deduce about our unsub. So far, we know he’s organised and a product killer.”

“Well, if he’s organised, then, there’s a greater chance that he can control his urges?” you asked, Spencer nodded, encouraging you to keep going, “Which means that friends and neighbours probably wouldn’t suspect him. It also means that whatever happens in his head,  he can maintain a fairly calm façade. Despite the anger he’s feeling, he’s calm and collected during the murder.”

“What can you tell me about the victims of organised killers?”

“They’re the most important part of the fantasy. He’s picking them carefully because they are symbols representing something or someone from the unsub’s life that they ascribe particular meanings to,” you said, thinking back on everything you had learnt.

“That’s very good,” Spencer said, “This all means that the victims are linked, we just need to find out how… You know what I don’t understand?” he asked, you shook your head, waiting for him to speak, “Organised killers usually restrain their victims… he doesn’t seem to be doing that.”

“They all still have their seatbelts on,” you said, “And they’re in a car.”

“He’s picking pre-packaged, pre-restrained victims,” Spencer repeated, adding it to the white board, “I bet that cuts down time too. He’d have to be looking at his victims for a minimum amount of time too, to make sure they do wear their seatbelts, so he can’t just be meeting them at the time of the murder.”

While you were working, a crowd of officers had formed. You recognised some of them, a fair few had been in your class in middle school and a larger amount of them were acquaintances of your grandparents. They all watched the board with interest, some looking appreciative and some with a frown. Chief amongst the unconvinced stood a large balding man, expression souring with every word Spencer and you were saying.

“And this mumbo jumbo is useful, how?” the balding officer asked once he found a pause in your conversation, “You have no evidence for all of this, you’re just guessing, right?” 

“Not really, it’s making educated assumptions based on psychology and certain patterns of behaviour. The definition for profiling is literally: ‘the recording and analysis of a person’s psychological and behavioural characteristics, so as to assess or predict their capabilities in a certain sphere or to assist in identifying categories of people’, in other words, profiling is a useful science that allows law enforcement to spend less time looking through wholly unnecessary pieces of information while providing police officers with a view of the style in which an unsub operates which in turn can assist in developing suspect interview strategies,” Spencer said, not really paying attention to anything but the board

“And in English that means?”

“Less work for you,” you answered, giving the man a forced smile.

“Good ‘nough for me,” he said, turning back to his desk. He sat at his desk and put his feet up, reaching for his coffee cup, “Hey princess, can I get a refill?” he shouted at you the second you turned away.

“She’s not your servant,” Spencer said, outraged on your behalf, “And don’t call her princess.”

“And what’s her pretty little name then?” he asked, sneering at you while his colleagues looked on, with bated breath to see if officer Matthews, resident dumbass, was really trying to pick a fight with an FBI agent. 

“Agent,” Spencer snapped back.

“Well, Agent, can I get a refill?” Matthews asked you, leaning back into his chair to speak directly to you, leaving no one wondering who he was giving orders to.

“Sure,” Morgan replied in your place, appearing from behind a corner the second he heard Spencer snap at someone, “would you like arsenic in it too?” he asked, glaring at the man.

“Leave it Derek,” you told him, walking over to the officer and snatching the cup out of his hands, “This is why your wife left you, Roy,” you said.

You walked over to the coffee pot, debating whether to make a new one before snapping out of it and serving Matthews the tarry remains of cop shop coffee the pot held, finding satisfaction in the knowledge that what you had served him had much more in common with wet ash than an actual brew. You gave Roy his mug back, putting it down on his desk with just enough force to scare him into tipping his chair over. He pushed himself off of the floor with a grunt and stared you down.

“Enjoy,” you told him, turning hot on your heels towards the safety Derek and Spencer brought, hoping that the rapid thumping of your heart couldn’t be heard bouncing from wall to wall. You certainly felt like it did, the beating of it so strong that you could almost feel it shaking you. 

“You didn’t have to do that,” Morgan told you as soon as you had joined them back at the evidence board, putting himself between the rest of the police station and you in case any of them tried anything. 

You sighed, “I did. Roy’s a friend of my granddad’s, I’d never have heard the end of it.”

“Please tell me you tampered with it,” Spencer mumbled, pretending to look closely at the board to avoid being heard by passing officers.

You chuckled, “You are a horrible influence, Doctor Reid." 

“I can be,” he grinned

Hotch reappeared, holding an evidence box. He took in Derek’s angry face and your flushed one and raised a questioning eyebrow.

“Everything okay?” he asked

“Just f--” you started, ready to sweep it under the carpet

“One of the officers thinks Y/n’s his personal servant,” Spencer said, cutting you off, “Demanded she get him a refill of his coffee.”

Hotch’s second eyebrow shot up in pissed off surprise, “He does it again and you come and get me,” he said, “I’ll make him his coffee,” he added, sounding more sinister than any unsub ever could.

“He’s feeling protective,” Derek said, suddenly perking up, “Do you think he has a crush?” 

“No,” you replied, perhaps a little too quickly

“Definitely not,” Spencer confirmed. 

The day continued without much advancements or action. You spent the rest of the afternoon pouring over paperwork and evidence boxes until Rossi tapped your shoulders and told you to go back to the hotel. The only bright spot in the day was a text from Aaron, telling you where and when to meet. After that, concentrating on anything other than him proved an impossible task. You couldn’t help but stare at him as he walked by, wondering what he had planned for the evening. He caught you several times, sometimes turning the sides of his lips up in a subtle, secret smile, and sometimes shooting you a wink, reminding you that you didn't dream it all up. Hotch liked you, he wanted a relationship with you. 

Your issues concentrating on anything other than your handsome boss made the day only go by slower but the end did come. You rushed up to your room as soon as you could without looking suspicious and jumped straight into the shower. 

An hour later, you walked down to the lobby, feeling slightly apprehensive. Hooking up with Hotch had always felt closer to a state secret than anything else. If anyone knew, you would both have been in deep trouble. At best, he’d be throwing an illustrious career down the drain and you’d be accused of sleeping your way to the top. At worst, you would both be facing an abuse of power investigation that would paint him as a sexually coercive asshole and you an innocent victim, which neither of you were, especially since, technically, both instances of the two of you sleeping together had been initiated by you. 

When you reached the reception desk you noticed Hotch, standing outside in a nice pair of slacks and a crisp white shirt. Like you, he’d had to make do with what he already had in his go bag, however, while Aaron hadn’t been able to personalise the outfit much, you had been able to change your hair up a little. On the clock you usually wore it in a tight bun, slicked back so your bang didn’t hang in front of your eyes during high pressure moments. For your date, you had gently twisted it back and fastened it with a tortoiseshell claw clip.  

You walked on, getting closer to Hotch as he waited for you outside, lost in concentration as he spoke on the phone. 

“What did you have for dinner?” he asked the person at the other end, “Spaghetti! That’s nice! No, I’m going for dinner now,” Hotch smiled at the phone, listening intently at what Jack was telling him, “I don’t know yet. I’m going with a friend, maybe she’ll help me decide… Her name is Y/n, she works with me. I don’t think you’ve met her before.” 

You walked closer, the tentative click of your heels against the concrete floor notifying Hotch of your presence before you could speak. He turned towards you and smiled, “She’s very nice. Yes, and she’s very pretty,” Aaron turned around, badly concealing a slight blush, “I don’t know her favourite movie, do you -- yes, okay, I’ll ask,” he turned towards you, holding the phone against his chest, “Jack would like to know what your favourite film is,” he said. 

You paused to think for a second, “I think I have two… I liked Spiderman, and I liked Lord of the Rings,” you answered into the phone Aaron had slightly turned to you.

He brought the device back to his ear and listened to his son speak, “Jack says I’m allowed to go out to dinner with you, apparently he was on the fence until you said you liked Spiderman.”

“Well, if the boss says we can go, why don’t we?” you smiled, throwing in a wink in the hopes that it would hide how nervous you actually were. Hotch placed a hand on your lower back, gently pushing you towards the entrance to the underground parking garage and leading you to one of the black SUV’s. You hesitated for a second, feeling funny about taking an official vehicle on a dinner date, but the feeling vanished immediately, after all, they wouldn’t really miss it. They probably wouldn’t even notice it was gone.

“I hope you don’t mind that I called you a friend,” he said, driving out of the parking lot, “It’s just, you and Jack haven’t met yet and while I want this relationship with you, I don’t want to throw him off by taking a step like that without introducing the idea to him slowly, you know?”

“No, I totally get it,” you smiled, “I will happily be your friend for as long as you like. It’s probably best if we keep things quiet anyway, if only to keep Strauss off our back,” you sighed, “Did she go back to DC? I haven’t seen her today?”

“No,” Aaron frowned, “She’s sticking with us. Apparently, she couldn’t get sufficient data on some of the team to form a satisfactory evaluation. She’s flying commercial, though, apparently she doesn’t like the jet,” he grumbled. You raised an eyebrow, wondering exactly what was so bad about the FBI’s private jet that Strauss would rather fly commercial. Was it the ample leg space, comfortable seats, functional micro kitchen with a coffee and tea machine, or the rock solid internet connection that bothered her? You didn’t know, but you were thankful for it, since commercial flights meant wait times and, hopefully, delays.

 By the time you had fully investigated the question and come to your conclusion, Hotch had parked the car across the street from a very nice sushi restaurant. Aaron got out of the car, jogging towards the front of the SUV. 

You tried your door but it wouldn’t budge, regardless of how much you pushed or pulled. Aaron tried the handle on the other side, opening the door without any difficulty. As it swung open you saw the child safety hatch had been activated. You grinned.

“Did you put the child lock on so you could open my door?” you asked

“Yes, I did,” he grinned

“You’re ridiculous,” you laughed

“I want to make a good impression,” he smiled, “I want to start this off on the right foot.”

You looked at him. You knew Hotch, he was never the kind to want to purposely make an impression. He was a strong, secure, and confident man. He believed in himself, in his morals and his values. 

“Are you okay?”

“I’m nervous,” he admitted, “I haven’t been on a first date since I was… maybe sixteen,” he explained.

“It’ll be fine,” you assured him, taking his hand in yours, “We know each other, you don’t need to impress me.” 

You walked into the restaurant still holding hands, enjoying how his warm palm felt against yours. Aaron led you to a small table at the front of the restaurant, near a set of floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the street outside. You looked at the sky, taking in the darkness and looking down, disappointed moments later. 

You had lived in Waxahachie for most of your childhood, with your grandparents living only blocks away. You had gone to middle school here, and you’d returned for college, going to the Dallas campus of the Chicago School for a degree in psychology, but your heart had stayed at the ranch where your mother and sisters still lived. There, the sun beat down hard in the summer and the nights were cold in the winter. Cattles roamed the acres of land and sunrise horse rides were a near-daily occurrence. As a child, you had half-heartedly hated it, despising how far it was from civilization and the nearest mall. The only redeeming quality had been the stars you could see on clear nights. And so far, you had spent much of your adult life wishing you had committed it all to memory because the stars never seemed to shine as bright anywhere else.

“I know I don’t need to,” he said, “But I want to, like I said, I want to start this off on the right foot. I know I’m a hard-ass at work and my relationship track isn’t exactly stellar. I could have done better with Haley, regardless of the demands of the job. I wasn’t as present and I wasn’t as attentive as I should have been. I’d hate for that to be the image you have of a relationship with me.”ù

“I know how demanding the job is, Aaron, I’m not going to fault you for being involved. We see some horrific stuff in the pursuit of saving people. It’s addicting. I can’t blame you for chasing that high, especially when stuff’s not going right in your own life.”

“Life was fine,” Hotch muttered

“Was it?” you asked, “Like I said, we see some horrific stuff. I can’t remember the last time I closed my eyes and didn’t see someone lying dead in front of me. Just because you put up a good façade doesn’t mean it’s an accurate reflection of what’s going on inside of you.”

“Then are you sure you want this?” he asked.

“Are you trying to talk me out of dating you while we’re on a date?” you asked, almost laughing at the irony.

Hotch laughed, “I’m giving you an out.”

“And I’m not taking it,” you assured him, “I meant what I said yesterday. I’m in love with you. And I want this relationship if you do.”

“I do. Just… Please give me time to figure things out,” he said, looking into your eyes, “I want to be a good partner, but I think I’ve forgotten how to do that.”

“Take all the time you need,” you said.

“What about you?” he asked, a glint of mischief in his eyes, “What kind of dating disaster are you?”

“Me?” you asked, pretending to look offended, “No, I’m perfect, which is exactly why I’ve been single for the past eight years,” you grinned.

“Right,” he laughed, pretending to take a pen out of his pocket and writing something down on a fake notepad, “Issues admitting she is wrong… Noted.”

You opened your mouth in shock, “You are so mean,” you laughed, “But no, I don’t know. I just… It just hasn’t happened I guess.”

“I’m honoured, then,” he smiled, you looked into his eyes, losing yourself into them before being rudely jostled out of your reverie by a group of customers bumping into you, sending you flying into the table. The glassware jingled dangerously, drawing more attention to you than you would have liked.

“You really should be careful, Ma’am,” the woman whose fault it was said, looking at you and then at Hotch with a frown. 

Aaron looked dumbfounded but after overcoming the brief shock of this woman’s audacity, you leaned over the table and whispered, “I thought you said Strauss hadn’t arrived yet.”

Although he tried to remain serious, his lips twitched and he busied himself by looking at the menu, studying every little detail of it with such concentration that it looked like making the right choice of sushi was a matter of life or death.

“Does sound like something she would say, doesn’t it,” he whispered back, forcing down another smile, “What sounds good to you?” 

Before you could answer, a waiter appeared holding a small notepad and a black ballpoint pen, “Have you made your choice?”

You both ordered, your sushi arriving minutes later. Hotch picked up the chopsticks with ease, out of the corner of your eye, you could see him watching you struggle. Owning up to your terrible chopstick handling, you smiled at him.

“My coordination is horrible,” you laughed a little nervously. 

“Let me --” Hotch grinned, “I’ll show you,” he grabbed your dominant hand, holding it loosely, “Relax, if you’re too tense you’ll just end up flinging food everywhere and as much as I would love to try your rolls, I’d prefer you feed it to me than throwing it at me,” he said. You looked down at where he held you and blushed. Although Aaron had touched you in much more sinful places, him holding your hand so delicately felt much more intimate than anything you had ever experienced so far, “You see that valley between your pointer finger and your thumb?” he asked, caressing the inch of skin he was talking about, “That’s where you want to put the first chopstick, you want the other end of it to balance on your ring finger. The other chopstick is going to rest in the same valley as the first one, but this one will balance on your middle finger,” he said, placing the chopsticks in your hands himself, “Your thumb’s going to come and rest against both for a better grip, okay?” 

“Okay,” you breathed out

“The bottom one has to remain pretty much stationary, it’s the top one that does all the heavy lifting,” he said, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“You make it very hard to concentrate,” you smiled, a little embarrassed

“I’m flattered,” he replied with a bashful smile before willing himself out of his state and turning back to the task at hand, “Show me,” he said, nodding towards your hand. 

You tentatively picked up a roll and lifted it up, carrying it above Aaron’s glass of sake and your glass of soda, one hand underneath it in case it fell. Catching on to what you were doing, Hotch leant forward and opened his mouth.

“See, not that hard,” he said, after chewing through

“Maybe I just have a good teacher,” you winked

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“How are you with horror films?” he asked, leading you out of the restaurant with one arm around your shoulder. He had gotten more relaxed as the evening went on, letting his guard down as the conversation flowed. 

“I don’t mind them when I have someone to hide behind, why?” you lied

“I found a tiny theatre showing ‘Joyride’, I really wanted to see it when it came out but by the time we were back from the case, the movie theatres near the house had already stopped showing it…” 

“We can go,” you replied, earning yourself a genuine Aaron smile. It had made your heart skip a beat the first time you had gotten one, and the effect had never truly worn off. You looked up to him, drinking him in. You turned around to face him, standing up to your tiptoes and placed a kiss on his cheek, going back down to the ground before he could even react. 

“What was that for?” he asked

You looked down at your feet, “I’m having fun, thank you.”

Hotch grinned. He grabbed your hand, walking you through side streets until he found the movie theatre.

It could barely be called that. The one screen was hanging off of the back of a repurposed garage, three rows of six seats filled the floor space and a coin operated popcorn machine dispensed a small bucket of salted treats for a quarter.

“Wow,” you said, “I didn’t know this place existed,” you added. 

And yet, it couldn’t have been recent. The man who Aaron had bought the tickets from was nearing retirement age, he had written the purchase down in a ledger with shaky handwriting, filling in the bottom line of the middle page of the book with both your names, the tickets you had bought, whether you were adults and the time and date of you had made the purchase at. It seemed practiced. The space looked old too. While it had clearly been repainted recently, the seats were old enough that the fabric had torn where visitors would sit and slump. The bolts keeping the seats in place had rusted too and the projector screen had also seen better days. In the top left corner, it had started to tear, hanging a little lopsided. Despite all the signs of forgotten upkeep, it couldn’t have looked more welcoming and cosier. Towards the back, where Aaron was leading you to now, the chairs had been swapped for an old loveseat, the bolts and frame for the old seats still present on the ground where the metal had snapped and broken. 

You sat to his right, sandwiched between Hotch’s strong frame and a thick concrete wall. It felt oddly safe. The movie started, the 20th Century fox intro making you jump slightly.

“Relax, movie’s not even started,” Aaron whispered in your ear, pulling you closely into his side, “I’ll keep you safe.”

You rolled your eyes, feeling silly that the logo had betrayed how much you truly disliked anything scarier than a scooby doo mystery.

It felt stupid to even mention, but horror films terrified you. You could just about stomach the paranormal ones, simply because you didn’t believe in ghosts or demons, but serial killer films with more gore than lines made you queasy. It felt too realistic. Especially with what you did, you never knew what might hide behind the next door you opened. It felt inescapable, inevitable and a little prophetic. You didn’t like feeling helpless or panicked, and seeing others panic or worse, coming face to face with the reality that you might not be able to save them made you nauseous. 

Profiling yourself felt equally silly, but if you had to, you would probably link your overall hatred of helplessness with your near resignation from the BAU. And if you were to profile Spencer or even Hotch, you could imagine that the reason they liked horror movies so much was because they were fake. No matter how bad it got, how much blood was lost and how many dead were littering the floor, it was all fake. One google search would tell them that the actors were safe and well, divorcing from fourth wives, sending second kids to college or acting in their very first oscar nominated movies. In the end, it was all okay. Things happened, and for once, they wouldn’t have to step in and risk their lives and loved ones to take another maniac off the streets. 

The fakeness of it freaked you out. It reminded you that while they pretended to die for your entertainment, someone out there was doing worse, and you were too busy eating popcorn to stop them. 

Aaron must have sensed something was off. He shifted in his seat and held you tighter, “I’m here,” he whispered absentmindedly, watching as Rusty Nails, the movie’s flavour of psycho, told the two main characters to fix their broken taillight. 

Despite yourself, and because of Hotch, you did actually enjoy the rest of the movie, rolling your eyes as he did when Lewis and Fuller picked up Venna, despite the deranged killer being hot on their trail and gasping in surprise when, inevitably, Venna got kidnapped. 

“See, it wasn’t that bad,” Aaron said, walking next to you towards the car, “Apparently, there’s rumours they filmed other endings, but they’re only going to be released when the film comes out on dvd.”

“When’s that supposed to happen?” you asked, reaching the driver side door before Hotch could, holding out your hand for the key, “You drove here, my turn,” you said. 

“Next month, I think,” he replied, jogging over to the other side and getting in.

“Perfect, that’s a date,” you grinned

Aaron chuckled, “Can I have a couple more in the meantime?” he asked

“Sure,” you replied, “But I pick the movie,” you added, turning the key in the ignition and starting the car as “A Thousand Miles” by Vanessa Carlton played on the radio.

You had barely been driving for twenty minutes when blue and red lights flashed in your rearview mirror, tearing your attention away from the road and whatever Aaron was saying. A siren started seconds later, alerting everyone in the neighbourhood of what was happening. You cringed inwardly, it was dark and well into the evening by now, people in nearby houses were sleeping and you were the reason for their sudden wake up.

“Shit,” you swore, “I didn’t think I was going too fast.”

Aaron shrugged, already leaning forward to open the glove box for the SUV’s papers. The officer got out of his car and made his way over to you. You brought the window down and waited for him to speak, documents already at the ready.

“Can I see your id and proof of insurance, please,” he asked in a deep, gravelly voice. You paused for a second, a feeling of unease washing over you. Noting your hesitation, Hotch gently tapped your elbow.

“Ma’am, ID and insurance papers, please,” the uniformed officer repeated. You finally got your arm moving, and handed him the documents, taking that time to properly look at him. While you had hoped it would ease your worries, properly taking ub his appearance only made things worse. The officer wore the correct black uniform, with badges right where they should have been, but something about the badges just looked wrong. You narrowed your eyes, trying to see the details better and suddenly, in the light of another passing car’s headlights, you saw it. The “Waxahachie Police Department” seal had been misspelt, probably by the manufacturer’s in an effort to avoid any chance of their customer being arrested for impersonating an officer, but the font had also been reduced slightly, making the mistake largely invisible. 

You turned around to tell Aaron, but in your concentration on the uniform, you had missed the officer pocketing your ID’s and fishing something out of his pocket. You immediately felt a funny force driving you back into your seat, accompanied by a loud bang echoing through the night, switching out for a terrible ringing as soon as it subsided. 

“Shit,” Aaron swore, immediately diving towards you, for some reason bringing both of his hands towards you.

“Did we get hit?” You asked, trying to turn around to see if someone had hit the back of the SUV, Hotch tried to wrestle you back against your seat. 

“Don’t move,” he pleaded, 

“Did we get hit?” You asked again,

“Please don’t move, he --”

“Aaron, they might need help --”

A second loud bang echoed tore through the night and Aaron flew back. You looked at him, certain that no one had driven into the back of you now, as you hadn’t felt the jolt. With growing horror, you looked down at his middle, his white shirt now turning redder with every second. One of his hands moved to cover his wound, shaking as more blood bubbled through the shirt. 

An overwhelming pain shot through you so powerfully that it felt like you couldn’t breathe. You looked down to your own middle and breathed a sigh of relief. There was no wound to be seen and when you patted your stomach, the pain didn’t get any worse. It was only when Aaron’s unoccupied hand moved to press down on your chest that you realised, with horror, why the pain seemed so much worse with every intake of breath. 

The realisation seemed to take the fight out of you. While you had felt high enough on adrenaline to run a triathlon seconds ago, reaching up to touch your own chest seemed a Herculean task but, wondering how bad things actually were, you did so anyway, feeling around until you reached the bullet hole. You were by no means a doctor, but a gun shot so close to the heart didn’t inspire much trust in your survival. 

You looked at Aaron, frantically looking around for a way to stop your bleeding and call the emergency services without letting go of his own wound, and you felt strangely calm. He’d been shot in the guts, survival chances were much higher and in that moment, you couldn’t think of better news. Aaron would live.  

“You’re going to be okay,” you said, trying to smile, covering his hand with your own. You squeezed it slightly, using all the strength you had left, before the world grew dark and the pain faded.

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Ghost From the Past Chapter five

"Danny! Breakfast!" Jazz calls in their apartment as she sets a plate of pancakes on the table. The little boy comes running to the table as she sits down with her cup of coffee. "Danny, you know that you're going to have to tell the Justice League everything, right?" Jazz asks slowly as the little boy stares at his pancakes. "Everything?" He asks as Jazz nods. "Yeah, I'm afraid so, little man. For better or worse, you wear the crown of the Infinite Realms." She says as he nods. "Does that scare you?" She asks as she watches the boy. His nose is scrunched up and his eyebrows almost resemble a unibrow. "Will you and JJ be there?" He asks as Jazz thinks for a moment. "I can ask Jason if he will be there, I will be there no matter what." She says as he nods. 

There's a knock on the door as Danny sits on the couch, watching Bluey as Jazz gets everything they need for the meeting together. "Don't you dare open that door, Danny Nightengale!" Jazz calls from her bedroom. Danny pouts as she comes out of the room, hair half braided. "Hello?" Jazz asks, looking through the peep hole. "It's Jason." Jason says as she undoes the lock. "Sorry about that." Jazz says as she walks into the kitchen. "She's been doing her hair for forever." Danny whispers poorly as Jason chuckles and messes up his hair. "She can hear you." Jazz says, coming into the living room with two cups of coffee. "You have been!" Danny whines, as Jazz rolls her eyes. "You doing okay?" Jason asks Jazz, as she sets her cup down on the coffee table. "I am just trying to make sure we've got everything together." Jazz says as Jason nods. "It's going to work out." Jason says as Danny smiles. "Yeah, besides Tucker, Sam and I have been planning for this meeting for years." Danny says with a shrug as Jazz's eyebrow twitches. "What do you mean you've been planning this for years?" Jazz asks.

 "Well it was obvious Jack and Maddie were never going to change and then the GIW got involved and so Tucker set up this server with all the evidence we could get our hands on." Danny says as Jazz is about to launch herself at him. "Danny, how come I am just now hearing about this?" Jazz asks as he shrugs. "You didn't ask. Plus I forgot about it." He says as jazz smacks her forehead. "Could we get Sam and Tucker here before the meeting?" Jason asks, stopping Jazz from killing the kid. "No, they're still in Amity Park, plus the closest airport to them is in Chicago, and that takes 8 hours to drive there." Jazz says as Danny smiles widen. "I can see my friends?" He asks, hopping off the couch and for a split second, he looks like the age he's supposed to be, as he opens a portal to Sam's bedroom.

"Sam!" He shouts as she and tucker look up. "Danny!" The two friends shout, walking through the portal, and closing it behind them. "Danny, how'd you do that?" Sam asks, picking up the four-year-old. "I wanted to see you." He says, snugging into Sam's neck, enjoying the hug. "Hey, what about me?" Tucker asks as they play pass the kid. "Hey, Danny, you gonna introduce us?" Sam asks, glaring at Jason. "Sam, that's JJ! My bwother." Danny says as Tucker moves him to his hip. "Your brother is Jason Todd-Wayne?" Sam asks, as Danny nods. "Oh my god!" Sam shouts, her face turning red. "Sam?" Tucker asks, as her face fall into her hands. "Samantha Manson?" Jason asks, as Sam groans. "Didn't you used to have a crush on a Jason from Gotham?" Tucker asks as everyone puts the pieces together. "Ew," Danny says, making everyone laugh. 

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How about female reader being in a relationship with both Spencer and Hotch and the team find out (they already knew she was dating Spencer but maybe Hotch kisses her forehead or something in front of them without thinking) and they're SHOCKED... I just think they're reactions would be so funny!

Ooooh I love this idea, thank you anon!!! I need more of this pairing in my life 🤩

It would have been awkward to make an announcement. That’s what you all decided when Aaron was added to the couple. So you were waiting, figuring out what they might want to say and how. And it frustrated all three of you to hide this part of yourselves, to hide how amazing Aaron is with both you and Spencer who have been deemed “BAU Team’s Favorite Team Couple!” thanks to Garcia.

But you’re sitting in the back of an ambulance after getting hurt during a takedown. Spencer already is sitting beside you with an arm around your waist and a hand on your thigh, leaning in close. You’ve wiped the pesky tears away, with his help of course. The cut on your arm hurt, but you were more angry and frustrated than anything.

After only a minute or two of just sitting while the EMS team takes care of the recovered victim. Aaron rushes over and only has eyes for you. He takes your face in his big hands and presses a warm kiss on your forehead. You feel his lips tremble as they linger there for a moment. He presses his forehead to yours, not focused on anyone other that you, before crouching down so he could talk to you.

“Are you all right?”

Spencer looks on fondly, a soft smile on his face. Seeing Aaron take care of you like this makes his heart feel like it’s expanding beyond his chest capacity. He knows exactly what’s about to happen even if you two are caught up in your own world. Spencer doesn’t even dare look over to where he knows Morgan and Prentiss are standing nearby.

You just smile and cup his cheek in one hand. “I’m going to be just fine. And don’t worry, Spencer’s keeping an eye on me. Go take care of the rest of your team, Chief.”

“No, I really-“

Before Hotch could finish his thought, Morgan interrupted him as he approached the ambulance. He had both Prentiss and JJ trailing behind him wearing matching puzzled expressions.

“Yeah, Chief. What about the rest of the team? We gonna get a lil Hotchner lovin’ too?”

This made you and Spencer giggle. To save either of you from explaining, Reid took this moment to cut in.

“Hotchner lovin’ is actually reserved for only two team members. Although I’m sure you’ll get a nice crisp clap on the back.”

Morgan barked out an unexpected laugh. “All right pretty boy, keep your secrets. You too, pretty girl.” With a wink directed to both of you, he squeezed Aaron’s shoulder before heading back to process the scene. “You take care of her, Hotch. Now the rest of us are going to go do our jobs. But you bet your ass I got questions for you three later.”

“So many questions,” JJ tagged on at the end, but she had a devious smirk directed right at you, and you knew you’d be answering them later.

“Like, SO many questions. So like when the three of you are having se-“

“OKAY Prentiss, time to go.” Morgan ushered the two women away back to the scene, leaving the three of you alone for a moment.

It was silent. Hotch stood up, letting his hand run along your thigh as he did before breaking contact with you entirely. He was clearly flustered from being so open in front of the team. Spencer took your hand in his as he sat there, just smiling gently to himself.

“We’ll that’s one way to come out to the team.” You teased Aaron softly, a content smile on your face. Neither you nor Spencer were upset about it, and you were pleasantly surprised Aaron was so concerned about you he forgot himself for a moment.

“You two will be the death of me.”

Aaron grunted before walking away, his face beat red.

You and Spencer broke out in giggles as you both watched him walk back to the team.

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Darkness Declares Glory | Chapter 1 | S.R

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A/N - this fic deals with some very dark themes such as drug use, self-harm and suicidal ideation. Please proceed with caution and Minors DNI. There is a reader insert but it is very Spencer-centric.

Chapter Summary - Spencer struggles to cope with life in the wake of his release from prison. After quitting the BAU he spirals into a drug fuelled depressive episode with seemingly no light at the end of the tunnel.

Pairing - Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - dark angst, smut, eventual happy ending.

Content Warnings - mentions of prison and Cat Adam’s, talk of therapy and Prozac use, self-harm and blood, dilaudid use, PTSD, major depressive disorder, anxiety, swearing, weight loss, mentions of erectile dysfunction and not being able to come, suicidal thoughts, male masturbation, mentions of overdoses, guns, Russian roulette, mention of Tobias Hankel, brief mention of Maeve, bisexual Spencer, scars, dreams about prison, mentions of cocaine.

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Chapter 1 - The Downward Spiral

The thing about trauma that no one likes to tell you is that it is incurable. With the correct combination of treatments it was manageable at best. 

It was like living with a terminal illness, not necessarily one that had an accurate prognosis. It couldn’t be defined in terms when it would kill him. 

But one day it most certainly would kill him. 

Another thing about trauma people don’t readily share is the way in which it infects us, like a disease, and rapidly spreads throughout the entire body until it controls us entirely. 

It had infested him, his mind, body and soul. It affected every aspect of his life until it had changed him beyond all recognition. 

His incredible brain had poisoned him. His once most advantageous tool had turned against him. He was smart enough to know what was happening, probably before it had even reached breaking point. 

It started as not being able to process information as quickly as he once had. In a short space of time his recall speed got slower and slower until he felt he had no control over his own mind at all. 

Is this what happened to his mother? Her schizophrenia had led to a rapid decline in her cognitive function, just like he was experiencing now. Maybe it wouldn’t be long at all before he forgot about his mother all together.

Prolonged trauma-focused treatment can help decrease symptoms. With the right mix of therapy, medication, and lifestyle changes, symptoms can be reduced. But there was no cure. There was no fix for what he suffered from. 

Therapy had worked about as well as slapping a bandaid over a bullet wound. The medication had been akin to fixing a severed limb back together with duct tape.  

The traumas he’d suffered in his life had been building since childhood, stacking up one on top of another like a child’s building blocks. And just like those building blocks, it was only inevitable that they would all come crumbling down one day. 

Prison had been the straw that broke the camel's back. Spending three months being treated like a criminal in a federal facility for a crime he didn’t commit, was one trauma too many. 

It was the wrecking ball that smashed down the tower of blocks and sent Spencer Reid spiralling into the abyss. 

The day he stepped into the BAU to greet his mom after getting her back from the clutches of Lindsay Vaughn and Cat Adam’s, he knew it was his last. 

After everything he’d been through in his life, especially those three months in prison, Spencer no longer trusted himself as an FBI Agent. 

Emily had tried to talk him out of it, as had JJ, Luke and Rossi. But his mind was made up. 

He told them he was going to go into teaching but he didn’t. He had enough money saved from years of working and a low budget lifestyle that he didn’t need to work. 

Spencer was a danger to the world. It was safest all round if he limited his exposure to the outside world. That way he was only a danger to himself. 

Two weeks into seeing his new therapist he brought his first vial of dilaudid in ten years. It sat in a drawer in his nightstand for three more weeks, like a sick and twisted comfort blanket. 

It wasn’t to say he planned on taking it, there was just something oddly comforting about the fact that he could if he chose to. 

Five weeks into his therapy he awoke in the middle of the night sweating and panting from a nightmare revolving around Cat and Lindsay and a motel in Mexico. 

His nerves were shot as he sat on the edge of the bed scratching and picking at the skin on his left arm subconsciously. It wasn’t until he noticed the blood seeping from gouges he’d made that he became aware of what he was doing. 

He couldn’t calm his racing heart and his only options were to sit here and continue picking his skin until there was nothing left of him or put his comfort blanket to good use. 

If Spencer had been in a better state of mind he might have been scared by how fast he made that decision. 

A tie fashioned as a tourniquet was in place and a needle was full of the sweet, sweet drug he’d been craving for ten long years. 

Giving up his sobriety should have been a lot harder to do. But it was the easiest decision of his life. 

The dilaudid coursed through his veins in that magnificent and blissful way he remembered so well. There was absolutely no feeling like it in this world. 

It didn’t take him long to pass out into a dreamless sleep. And Spencer decided he never wanted to be sober again. 

***

A few days after his first hit of dilaudid, Spencer made another choice. In a slightly frantic and drug fuelled frenzy he flushed his entire prescription of Prozac down the toilet. 

Ignoring the irony that it was his mother flushing medication down that very toilet that led him here in the first place, Spencer felt pleased with this decision. 

He’d been diagnosed pretty quickly with PTSD and major depressive disorder with just a sprinkling of a panic disorder. 

Was that supposed to make him feel better? Was giving a name to what he was suffering from supposed to alleviate any of the symptoms? 

Because it didn’t. If anything it made everything feel infinitely worse. And the fucking Prozac didn’t help either. 

The Prozac had caused him no end of frustration the past few weeks, dilaudid was far superior and gave Spencer the results he needed much faster than the drug prescribed by his quack therapist. 

He knew they took time to work, but that was time Spencer didn’t feel he had. He knew all about how SSRI’s worked, of course he did. He knew all about the ways in which they blocked the absorption of the neurotransmitter serotonin in the brain. 

He knew regulating the amount of serotonin in his system helps the brain cells transmit messages to each other, resulting in a more stable mood. 

Maybe it was his extensive knowledge of the drugs' side effects that caused him to experience them so intensely. It was entirely probable the side effects were all in his overactive mind. He may very well have imagined them all. 

It certainly didn’t help him to be combining the Prozac with the dilaudid. So something had to give. And dilaudid always won. 

Regardless of whether it was in his head or not, the side effects were there and Spencer couldn’t handle them. They heightened all the terrible things Spencer was trying to stop feeling. 

They made him more agitated and more nervous than he was previously. His dreams were incredibly vivid when he actually could sleep which wasn’t very often. 

In the few weeks he’d been taking them he’d completely lost his appetite, which was fairly non-existent before and he’d lost more weight than was definitely healthy in such a short time. 

His head throbbed constantly and his mouth was always dry. If he wasn’t sweating he had tremors and if he didn’t have tremors he was vomiting. 

He lost interest in sex which was particularly frustrating because Spencer used sex as a way of muting his brain. Before he started using again, having sex was his favourite coping mechanism. 

And even when he tried, oftentimes he couldn’t get it up. If he did get it up, he couldn’t come. 

But the worst part about Prozac was the suicidal thoughts it injected into Spencer’s brain. He’d been depressed before, but not to that extent. And even after he flushed the meds, that was one side effect he just couldn’t shake. 

Most days Spencer thought that dying had to be easier than living. He’d spent close to forty years on this Earth and now he was done. 

Game over. Thanks for playing. 

On his worst days Spencer never made it out of bed. He would shoot up where he lay and stare at the ceiling for so long it started to swirl. 

He would pick and scratch at his skin until his arm was raw and blood painted his bedsheets. 

It was probably safer for him to stay in bed, because the scratching was at least easier on his body than the cutting. 

The cutting wasn’t strictly for the purposes of killing himself. It served as a strange way of grounding him, the pain reminding him that he was in fact still alive, even if he didn’t want to be. 

His arm was already a wreck from his track marks and scratching so he painted his thighs like a canvas and the blade was his brush. 

He became almost instantly fascinated by the blood. And once the Prozac was out of his system and he had control over his goddamn dick again, it wasn’t long at all before he found the blood arousing. 

He often fantasised that the blood was spilling from Lindsay and Cat after he’d slashed their throats while he pounded his own cock. It never failed to make him come at lightning speed. 

A few times he got so bad he found himself calculating the exact amount of dilaudid it would take to induce an overdose. Despite his foggy brain he knew how much of the drug he would have to pump into his vein to end his own life. 

He lived alone and the team rarely checked in on him anymore. It had been seven months since he’d left the BAU and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen any of his old team. 

He knew no one would find him until it was too late and he’d already succumbed to the sweet release of death. 

A few times he’d even administered almost enough, as though testing the waters. It was exhilarating to know he had the power to end it all. 

On some particularly terrible days, Spencer would pull out his gun. Of course he’d given up his service weapon when he left the bureau but he had his own personal firearm for just such occasions. 

He’d empty the chamber of half of the bullets and play Russian Roulette, reminiscent of the game Tobias Hankel played with him. 

The only difference was, back in Tobias’ cabin, Spencer hadn’t actually wanted to die. 

Spin the chamber. Point the barrel at his head. 

Click. 

Brain still intact. 

Spin the chamber. Point the barrel at the couch. 

Click. Bang. 

Leather fragments went flying. 

He’d repeat this until the chamber was empty and by some god awful twist of fate the only thing damaged by the end was his couch. 

But the adrenaline it had sent coursing through his veins, being that close to death, was almost as good as drugs. 

Almost. Not quite. 

His couch wasn’t the only furniture that he’d destroyed over the past few months. His apartment was completely trashed, worse than after his breakdown over Maeve. 

Books had been upheaved from shelves and tossed with no care around the living room. Pages were ripped and torn and littered the floor like confetti. Photo albums had met much the same fate. 

Lamps had been thrown at walls as had photo frames, peppering the wooden floor with tiny pieces of glass that Spencer sometimes took pleasure walking on barefoot, leaving little trails of blood behind. 

His record player was smashed and left a dent in the wall he’d thrown it at and his vinyls were broken into fragments. 

One of the chairs that used to sit at the dining table was now a pile of wood after Spencer had his way with it. 

Shattered mugs and plates and glasses from the kitchen were strewn around the place also. 

His wardrobe hung open on broken hinges, clothes scattered around the bedroom in a haphazard fashion. One of his pillows had been slashed with a knife and slowly the feathers were making their way throughout his home. 

The destruction of his apartment reflected the destruction of his mind. And as time went on, the abuse of his body was just as bad. 

But he never saw anybody so it didn’t matter. No one outside of his dealer or the random men and women he slept with anyway. And they never commented on the scars and cuts decorating his frame. 

He’d gotten rid of all the mirrors in his apartment as he couldn’t face the reflection of the man he’d become. 

He knew he was painfully skinny, more so than he used to be and was sure the dark circles under his eyes were black at this point. 

He’d disposed of the mirrors to stop the morbid curiosity he sometimes felt at the idea of seeing himself. No good could come of it. 

He was ugly and he was broken. He didn’t need his reflection taunting him when his own brain was so good at doing that already. 

After prison, Spencer had hit the self-destruct button on his life. It hadn’t been through choice, he didn’t intend to end up this way. 

The therapy and the medication was supposed to help but it only made him feel worse. Not long after the flushing of the Prozac, he stopped going to his appointments and decided he would deal with this himself. 

Drugs and sex helped. Hurting himself allowed a small reprieve. But nothing took his pain away. 

Spencer was well aware that even if he didn’t purposefully end his life, this lifestyle was surely going to kill him. He found that oddly comforting. 

Between the constant nightmares, the debilitating depression and the almost crippling paranoia, Spencer didn’t know how much more he could take if he were perfectly honest. 

He almost shot down his front door just last week when he heard voices in the corridor. To his fragile mind it was either doctors coming to commit him or Cat Adam’s returning to finish the job of completely annihilating his life.

His finger was curled around the trigger, blurry eyes focused as much as they could on the front door. 

Seconds before he’d pulled the trigger he realised the voices were from a couple who lived down the hall. Not doctors. Not a crazed hitwoman. 

It still didn’t stop him drawing his gun at any little sound that permeated the perpetual silence of his apartment. 

When he did leave on the odd occasion to get drugs or get laid, he covered his body neck to toe, out of sight from prying eyes. And always under the cover of darkness. 

It was a good job he had all that money saved up because his drug habit and affinity for prostitutes was bleeding him dry. But what the fuck else was he supposed to spend his hard earned government cash on? 

Everyone had their vices. Rossi spent his fortunes on vintage cars, top shelf scotch and premium cigars. Luke spent the majority of his money on his dog.

Garcia threw her cash down the drain on trinkets and chachkis. JJ had a designer shoe addiction. 

So maybe Spencer’s vices weren’t quite so conventional as his former colleagues. But if dilaudid and hookers stemmed his suicidal thoughts long enough to get him through another day, where was the harm? 

He was sure given the choice they would prefer him to throw his money away on that than kill himself. 

***

He sat on the bullet hole riddled couch wearing nothing but his boxers and a pair of mismatched socks. 

The day had started with shooting up and attacking his leg with a straight razor until he was bleeding all over the leather. 

The day ended with the barrel of his gun in his mouth. 

He stared at the tiny crack between the drawn curtains, the metallic taste of the firearm like electricity on his tongue. 

His finger was curled around the trigger. The chamber held one bullet. 

Maybe he’d get lucky tonight. 

Click. 

Brain still intact. 

Shit. 

Click. 

Still alive. Pulse still racing. 

Click. Click. Click. 

With a weighted sigh he withdrew the gun from his mouth, a trail of saliva dripping down his chin. He tossed the gun aside. 

Better luck next time, Reid. 

One more pull of the trigger and it would have really been over. But he wanted to leave his life and death decisions up to the cruel hand of fate. And she’d spoken. 

Today wasn’t his day to die. And that felt oddly invigorating. 

Feeling almost cleansed from his near brush with death, Spencer decided to shower for the first time in what had most likely been weeks. 

The smell emanating from his body was starting to make him feel nauseous and his thigh was caked in blood. 

He found it best to take advantage of the small windows of time when he had the forethought to take care of himself. They were so few and far between the next time one came about it might have been months since he’d showered. 

Replacing all the bullets in the gun he took it through to the bathroom with him. He was so on edge all the time he constantly had to have a line of sight on his weapon.

He set it next to the sink and left the shower curtain drawn enough so he could still see it from where he stood under the flow of water. 

The water caressed his aching muscles for a brief moment before he dialled up the temperature. It was only minutes before his whole body felt as though it was on fire, the scalding water seering his fresh cuts and arms scratched red raw. 

It was a welcome feeling, watching his flesh turn red against the heat and feeling all of his nerve endings bubbling beneath the skin. 

He didn’t so much as wash himself as just stand under the scolding stream of water, mesmerised by the way the blood trickled down his legs and swirled into the tub drain. 

He stayed this way until he could no longer feel the hot water and he knew it had done its job. 

Feeling his high wearing away, Spencer didn’t dry or dress when he exited the shower. He grabbed his gun and padded through to the bedroom where his instruments lay ready to use on the bed. 

Making quick work of the tie tourniquet and filling the needle, of which he was an expert at by now, it was less than a minute after exiting the shower that he was injecting himself. 

He closed his eyes and let a small gasp of pleasure erupt from his lungs as he felt the dilaudid flowing through his veins on the frantic warpath to his brain. 

No sooner was the needle empty and tossed to the floor did Spencer fall back to the unmade bed, tie still snug around his bicep. 

The room was stiflingly hot even though he was naked. It was summer and he hadn’t cracked a window in months. He was far too paranoid for windows to be open. 

And of course the heat from the shower hadn’t helped and he felt himself start to sweat almost immediately. But the dilaudid was causing his brain to become hazy and he knew it wouldn’t be long for his body to succumb to sleep. 

Sleep never lasted long for Spencer these days but the drugs helped him get at least a little rest. It wouldn’t necessarily be a peaceful sleep, but it would be sleep nonetheless. 

***

Sitting on the cot in his cell, Spencer patiently waited for what might come. 

He thought he should be in the laundry room by now but no one had been by to unlock his cell. 

Wait. 

The laundry room. 

He tainted the drug supply. Half his inmates were in the infirmary. The prison was on lockdown. 

Fuck. 

He was as good as dead when they inevitably found out it was him. 

He only knew what day it was due to the cocaine he could still feel working its way through his system. 

Putting a drug addict in front of that much temptation was like showing him heaven's gates. He hadn’t even thought twice about dipping his finger in the powder and running it along his gums. 

His skin was ablaze, the scratchy sheets beneath his palms causing his overly sensitive skin to blanch. He felt an odd wave of happiness followed rapidly by an extreme burst of anger. 

But he felt more free than he had since his arrest and that was all he cared about. 

“How could you do something like that?” 

A voice permeated the silence. 

“Is this the kind of man you are now?” 

He blinked a few times towards the cell bars. A hazy figure stood on the other side.

He pushed himself up from the cot and walked closer to the bars, blinking in quick succession as he tried to focus. 

“Well? Is this the kind of man you are now?” The blurry outline of JJ folded her arms across her chest with an annoyed shake of her head. 

“I uh…I guess so.” Spencer frowned in confusion. 

“You enjoyed it didn’t you? Hurting those men?” Another foggy apparition appeared at JJ’s side. He recognised the voice as Luke. 

“So what? That doesn’t make me a bad person.” Spencer retorted. 

Another figure presented itself at JJ’s other side, still just as hazy as the others.

“Kid, you’re never going to get yourself out of here if you keep this up.” Rossi’s voice floated to his ears. 

“Maybe I belong here then.” Spencer spat, the cocaine causing his anger to grow. 

More bodies took shape around them, crowding around his cell and gawking at him like he was a zoo animal. 

“Maybe you do.” Emily’s voice gave way to her frustrations. 

“Maybe this is the best place for you.” Tara agreed. 

“You’re nothing but a monster.” Matt almost growled. 

“Fuck the lot of you.” Spencer grabbed the bars of his cell and snarled at them. “You don’t know anything. Fuck you all!” 

“Pretty boy, take a breath.” 

Spencer’s heart skipped a dramatic beat and he stumbled back from the bars. 

Everyone vanished in an instant but where had that voice come from? 

He turned back into his cell, only it wasn’t his cell. He was in solitary, bloody bandage around his arm from the self-inflicted shiv wound. 

But he wasn’t alone. 

In the corner of the small cell Derek Morgan narrowed his eyes on Spencer, shaking his head a little in disappointment.  

“Did you hear me, kid? Take a breath.”

“What are you doing here?” Spencer pressed his back against the steel door, heart rate increasing with each passing second. 

“I’m trying to calm you down.” Morgan chuckled. 

“But…but…how did you get in here?” 

“Never mind that G-Man. Take a breath. You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Doesn’t he look like he’s seen a ghost?” Morgan turned his head to the side and Spencer followed his gaze. 

“He does.” Hotch spoke from the other side of the cell, his signature stern look on his face. 

“What is happening?” Spencer swallowed. 

How much coke did I do? 

“We’re trying to help you. Don’t listen to the team, they don’t know what they’re talking about. The BAU seriously went downhill after we left, huh?” Hotch directed his question at Morgan. 

“It’s a shitshow, truely.” Morgan rolled his eyes. 

“That’s not true.” Spencer shook his head. “It’s different, sure, but Luke and Matt are…and Prentiss is…”

“Shitshow.” Hotch agreed. 

“I’m high. I’m high as fuck and I’m seeing things.” Spencer buried his face in his hands. “I’ve never done cocaine before. Why did it seem like a good idea to do it for the first time in fucking prison?”

“Didn’t he used to be smart?” He heard Hotch’s unamused voice. 

“Used to be.” Morgan scoffed. 

Spencer suddenly looked back up at them, rage pooling in his eyes. 

“Even on my worst days I am smarter than both of you combined!” He yelled. 

Hotch and Morgan glanced at each other, amusement in their eyes. 

“Maybe they need to retest that IQ, I’m having my doubts that he ever was a genius.” Morgan laughed menacingly. 

“I only ever had Gideon’s word on that. And he had a tendency to exaggerate.” Hotch’s lip turned up into the slightest hint of a smirk. 

“You’re not even really here.” Spencer muttered under his breath. “You can’t be. Logically you can’t be here.” 

“Yet,” Morgan took a step closer to where Spencer was still cowering by the door. “Here we are.” 

When Morgan raised his hand Spencer saw the shiv concealed in his palm, the same one Spencer himself had fashioned to get him into solitary in the first place. 

“W-what are you doing?” Spencer swallowed as Morgan got closer to him. 

“You want to die right? That’s why you’re back on dilaudid and hurting yourself right?” Morgan nodded downwards and Spencer’s eyes followed. 

Gone were his prison bottom scrubs, replaced only by his boxers, his cut up thighs on full display. 

“I-I…” he couldn’t find the words. 

“Let me help you, pretty boy. Let me put you out of your misery.” He was right in front of Spencer now, raising the shiv and pressing it against the pulse point of his neck. “Let me end your pain.” 

“No.” Spencer croaked. “No.” 

“It’ll all be over soon, Reid.” Hotch spoke from over Morgan’s shoulder. 

In one swift move, Morgan stabbed the shiv into Spencer’s neck hard and fast. 

Spencer started to choke, coughing and spluttering on his own blood. 

His eyes begged Morgan for an answer but all he got in return was a vicious smile. 

Spencer’s hand flew to his neck wound, trying to stop the blood but failing miserably. He stumbled to the bench on the other side of the small cell and collapsed onto it. 

He tasted blood on his tongue, thick and metallic. He felt woozy and he allowed himself to close his eyes even given the risk he may never open them again. 

But he did open them again. And when he did, both Morgan and Hotch were gone. 

He removed his hand from his neck and there was no blood and his mouth didn’t taste of it either. 

His mouth was suddenly very dry though. 

He blinked a few times, not quite able to clear the fog in his brain. He looked down and he was now wearing jeans and a flannel shirt. 

His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and the words “Rosa Medina” were scrawled on his left forearm. 

He looked up and the door to the cell had been replaced by bars once more but the cell was too large to be his one at Milburn. 

There was someone standing on the other side of the bars but they were blurry once again. 

“Spencer? Spence? It’s me. I’m here.” 

Spencer would recognise that voice anywhere, no matter how many drugs were coursing their way through his body.

Spencer knew that voice better than he knew his own. That voice was his heart's song. 

But it couldn’t be. Not here. Not now. Surely it couldn’t be? 

He pushed himself up from the bench and his shaky legs carried him to the cell bars. He picked up on someone speaking a different language. 

Was that Spanish? 

Fuck. I’m in Mexico. 

“Spencer, oh my gosh.” The person the voice belonged to was right in front of him now but he couldn’t make out any features. 

But he knew who it was. He just didn’t understand how.

“Spencer? Can you hear me? Spencer, please say something.” 

He rubbed his eyes with his palms in a feeble attempt to banish the drugs from his system. Unsurprisingly it did nothing. 

“Spencer, can you hear me?”

He opened his mouth a few times to speak but nothing came out. He took a few deep breaths and focused all his energy into speaking. 

When he opened his mouth again, finally words came out but his voice sounded so unlike himself. 

“I can hear you.” He croaked, still unable to focus on the figure in front of him. “I can hear you, Y/N.” 

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Dear Journal…🖊️

The heroes are turned into kids this week.

I usually co-parent with my girl Liz, Jarvis and the others. Usually i had Pepper and Tony to help too! But this week me, Bruce and Nat are kind on our own levels of parenting and patience here.

Rick, Luna, Liane and Rei are kids thanks to Cassie’s spell. We will figure it out later but oh my goodness, i miss having little kids in the house haha. Yes, they are hard work and got big emotions, but still…wow.

All of theses guys are so freaking cute, god bless them!

I walked into the tower after being gone for a few hours, only to be met the big brown eyes, round cheeks, messy brown hair and large black sweater wearing boy..it was Rei. My godson was 3-4 years again. I thought i was dreaming and then he called me, ‘Papa’ and i swear I almost got emotional, but i was more focused on making sure he was alright.

But oh dear, i am so used to be called, ‘Pops’, ‘Uncle JJ’, and straight up ‘Old man’ i forgot how those simple phrases like ‘Papa’ sounded!

Anyways, a lot of things happened.

I made him and Rick some chicken nuggets afterwards—correction, i made EVERYONE chicken nuggets and fries. I had to comfort both boys once things got settled. I got Rei to bed easily for some reason, so that was a win in my book. Rick went right to sleep after a cry, he is snoozing in his bed.

I noticed Natasha living the dream with a little Rochelle and Bruce comforting a little Luna too. Cassie and Mia are handling a little Liane as well.

At the moment, all of the major players are asleep for the most part. It’s late, very late, half past midnight now! I just finished cleaning up the kitchen, Cassie and Mia are in one of bedrooms relaxing, i even found Bruce and Nat watching TV.

I can only imagine what was going on in their minds..

This week is going to be wild.

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Tags: @missstrawbs2001 @purpleprincessonfyre @meiramel @gcthvile @ask-starrk @rickb-chaos s @gaminggirlsstuff @wizzzardofoz @cherrysft @luna-d-marsh and etc

#journal dump #journal entry #marvelsfavuncle #askunclejj #rei stark #rick banner #luna marsh #rochelle romanoff #liane felton #kid week!

[starlightshadowsworld]

Hey, I'm back on my Prolly Casey au again, and it is, once again, 2am. Anyway I was reading through the Casey raised by shredder tag again, and in you 7th post on the au you mentioned a cat Casey built using some spare parts called jj. And my sleep deprived brain decided it wanted to know more about the kitty, kitty, kitty. So can please tell me about the robo cat. Please. It would be very kind.

~ a very sleep deprived 🧿anon

Your better at keeping up wiry this shit than I am because I deadass forgot about JJ.

Soo.. Let's fix that 😅.

But first, context/backstory.

Casey when he was first taken in by the Shredder was a lot different to the Casey we know now.

He was a small, injured child and very afraid.

Arnold Jones was not a good man.

And while Shredder wanted to go hunt him down and gut him like a fish.

Casey came first.

Slowly Casey began to open up.

And upon hearing he liked to tinker things, and once he was well enough. Shredder showed him the lab.

To his utter fondness, Casey lit up and asked so many questions that the scientists were happy to answer.

It was the most he'd spoken since he got there.

Casey got distracted by some scrap metal and parts that weren't being used. And asked Shredder if he could use em.

Shredder agreed, though he was curious as to what he'd do with them.

Casey curled up in the corner and began tinkering with the parts.

And from them he made a lil scrap kitten.

One he lovingly dubbed, Jewels Jones or JJ.

A friend, he'd not had one of those things before.

JJ was a sweet robot kitten, she would curl up in his lap. She would nuzzle her head on his hand when he was anxious.

Karai would joke that she had a brother and a sister now.

Where Casey went, JJ wasn't far behind.

#Casey raised by Shredder #casey jones 2012 #Teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012

[tobias-hankel]

Fic Rec Friday Saturday! 🎉

These are some of my fic recs from May 14th, 2022 to May 21th, 2022! I forgot to post on Friday again but shhhh.

🖤 You Reap What You Sow by @oliocelottafanfics, M, WIP, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Grimm crossover, Case Fic, Spencer Reid is a Grimm, Wesen characters, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, I wrote this for me but I hope you can enjoy it too

With JJ on maternity leave, the team brings in their newest addition - SSA Alex Blake. She’s barely been introduced to the team when someone decides to kick things off with a bang.

Bodies are turning up all over the state of Virginia with no clear signs connecting them beyond their age and gory cause of death: beheadings. With minimal evidence to create a proper profile, some members of the team must become a little more open minded than usual to find their unsub.

❤️ Get Stuffed by thehotterhotchner, E, WIP, Emily Prentiss/Spencer Reid, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau/Emily Prentiss, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau/Spencer Reid, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau/Emily Prentiss/Spencer Reid, smut, 18+ tags, it's funny!!! and sexyyyyy, implied jemily, Power Bottom Emily Prentiss, Top JJ, Spencer is just happy to be there lmao, blowjob, Oral Sex, handjob, Fingering, Anal Sex, Anal, Pegging, Threesome, Voyeurism, Strap-On, Just friends being friends

Emily offers to teach Spencer about sex and take his virginity. JJ thinks it's hilarious until Emily tells her that she's Spencer's final exam. 

🖤 The Perfect Man by @gaelic-symphony, T, 1k, Emily Prentiss & Sergio the cat, Emily being cute, she is amazing, Emily is a cat lesbian, Criminal Minds Bingo, Brief mentions of alcohol and canon violence (Ao3 Link)

Emily makes a feline friend.

❤️ Sprinting to a Dead End by @artdecodyke, goobzoop, E, WIP, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Dubious Consent, omegas as property, Collars, Leashes, Possessive Alphas, Possession, Knotting, Mpreg, Omega Spencer, Alpha Aaron, Angst, Mating Bites, Mean Alpha Hotch

Masquerading as beta always gave Spencer the freedom to pursue a comfortable, uncomplicated life. But when a new law took effect demoting all Omegas to the property of Alphas, he was suddenly faced with his worst fear.

And so he did the only thing there was left to do: Run.

🖤 I've no language left to say it by cat_enthusiast, G, 1.8k, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Established Relationship, Relationship Reveal, Oblivious Team, oblivious Penelope, love these FOOLS, Penelope finds out

“Listen, listen, I don't think they know Der"

Morgan frowned, confused, "know what?"

"About us!"

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#Maze's Fic Rec Friday #fic recs #criminal minds #Criminal Minds Fanfiction #moreid #hotchreid #jemily #jeid #jemeild #is that even the ship name #sounds not right #ship tags for the fics #sergio the cat #spencer reid #emily prentiss #I need to stop forgetting to do this