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Chapter Four of That's What You Get

Pairing: Spencer Reid X Female Reader

Summary: What happens in Vegas doesn't stay in Vegas, and now that you're back in Quantico, you and Spencer decide to seek some advice.

Warnings: none!

A/N: My laptop gave up on me tonight, so this one was typed out on my phone, just as the fanfiction gods intended. This one was fun to write, though, and I'm so excited for the next few chapters! Hope you enjoy it!

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Spencer slept all the way back to Quantico, not once budging his hand from your leg or letting you know peace. You enjoyed the warmth of his hand between your legs, but masking your expressions after your original wake-up time was like working on a case all over again. 

You wished you could just curl up into his side and sleep again for another ten hours, still feeling the exhaustion of your night out. When the PA system pinged with an alert from the Pilot saying you were close to landing, you panicked slightly about how the hell you were going to get the man off of you. 

If you pushed his arm away, surely they'd see the movement under the blanket and think you had been doing something way less innocent than you had. If you just stood up and let his hand fall from your lap naturally, you'd be stuck awkwardly standing in your seat with nowhere to go. If you woke him up, there was no way of knowing how he would react. These thoughts chased each other around your brain the entire descent, while he slept on peacefully. 

Luckily, the landing seemed to wake him up naturally. Without a chance for second thoughts, you grabbed and squeezed his hand under the blanket, pushing it so it wouldn't move too much as he rose from his slumber. 

"Well, good morning, Spence," JJ laughed as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. 

"Looks like someone had a long, sleepless night. What was it? Got drunk and did some math for fun?" Emily teased. Your heart was jumping out of your chest now, praying that he wouldn't make any sudden movements and would realise the situation he'd gotten himself into. 

"Yeah, I guess it was a long one," he yawned out, finally moving to stretch his arms a bit when he realised the position they were in. He made a small jolt, the kind that you'd only know was a reaction if you were looking for it, and luckily, you didn't think either woman were. 

He turned his head to you, tracing his glance down his own arm, down to your lap, and pulling it back up to your face before sending you a questioning glance. He gently turned his hand over so it was facing palm up, and you held it in yours for a second. He squeezed it as if to ask what was going on but you shot him a look that said "don't ask," and thankfully he was able to understand you. 

"Hey, Y/N. How's your head today?" he asked, initiating the conversation so that your prolonged eye contact wouldn't be seen as suspicious. 

"Pounding. Uncomfortably. What the hell did I drink last night?" You let go of his hand now and bought the leg that he had been gripping desperately in his sleep up now, crossing it over the other. The movement was large enough to mask his hand, pulling away, and luckily, he did just that, taking the chance you gave him. 

"Three tequila shots, five high balls, six Long Island Ice Tea's, an ill-advised Jello shot from a promoter on the street and… And after that your guess is as good as mine." You rolled your eyes at him. 

"Listen up, team, the Director has taken into account the hard work we've put in this last month and granted us some special leave. You're free for the next four days unless there's something urgent." Hotch announced from the front of the jet, letting you escape the eavesdropped conversation. 

You hung back as everyone exited the jet, still trapped into your seat by Spencer, who was taking his time moving and grabbing his stuff. 

"You two coming?" Rossi looked back at you, the last of the team to exit before you. 

"Yeah, if wonder boy ever gets his move on. We'll be right down," you answer for the two of you. Rossi nods and doesn't ask any follow-up questions, leaving the two of you alone on the jet. 

"What the hell was that?" You whisper-yell at him quickly, somehow still afraid of being overheard. 

"I'm sorry it wasn't intentional! How long was my hand…. down there?" You could see him blush as he asked, and you had to hold back a laugh, entertained by his meek reaction. 

"Practically the entire time you were asleep, Reid. God, I know we've grown closer in the last twenty-four hours, but you don't need to be attached to me physically, you know?" 

"It was an accident, I swear!" he moved away from the seat now, his hands coming up in a surrendered position. "Why didn't you push my hand off, we were under the quilt. They probably wouldn't have noticed."

"Because I remembered a certain somebody blabs in their sleep if they're moved or disturbed, and I didn't want to explain why you were saying my name in your sleep."

"Oh, you think I'd say your name, Y/N? Do you think I was dreaming about you?" he questions you, suddenly growing in the space, standing a little bit taller, more confidently. 

"Yeah, I just– I just assumed you were… YouYou had that vice grip on my thigh and…" you tried not to stutter, sending a stressed hand through your tousled hair. You had just assumed that his dreams had been similar to yours. That he'd wantes you so badly that, even in his sleeping state, he'd reached out for you unconsciously. 

"Y/N, if I was dreaming about you, I wouldn't be mumbling your name in my sleep," he said, matter-of-factly, grabbing his bags and making his way to the exit. You stood silently waiting for him to continue. 

"I'd probably call out for my good little girl instead," he smirked and quickly left before you had a chance to hurl the blanket in your hands at his head. 

–X– 

You quickly followed him down the steps after that and joined the rest of the team back at the bullpen to collect your things. Rossi and Hotch had retreated to their respective offices by the time you reached your desk, never ones for letting paid leave get in the way of them doing their jobs. Penelope had also practically sprinted back to her tech cave, and you could hear her cooing sounds as she checked in on her system. 

"Well, I, for one, am heading out." JJ spoke confidently, grabbing her car keys and making her way to the elevators. 

"I'm right there with you, blondie," Derek said, stretching out his arms. "Four days off does not sound bad right about now." 

"Are you coming, Y/L/N? Reid?" Emily asked, making her way to the elevator ahead of you. 

"I'm gonna finish up a case file so I don't have to worry about it when we get back," Spencer replied. 

"I'm gonna check up on Penelope before we leave, see if she needs a ride." She shrugs but doesn't question the two of you, and you wave them all off to the elevator. 

Once the doors are fully shut, you're left alone with Reid in the lobby. Putting his earlier teasing aside, you turn to him with a serious expression. 

"What do we do now? Surely we have to tell Hotch, right?" you ask, finally acknowledging your marriage outside of Vegas. 

"I don't know, I don't particularly want that lecture." 

"Yeah, he kind of just has a way of staring at you that makes you disappointed in yourself." You shudder at the thought.

"We have to start somewhere, though, right? And it's not like Hotch was one of our witnesses. He'd have sooner arrested us than let us do that." You mutter to yourself.

"What about Rossi?" Spencer poses the question to you, and you look directly up at him for a second. He has that look on his face that he gets on cases where his eyes glaze over, and you can see he's remembering important information that could be relevant.

"Rossi's third marriage was a Vegas marriage, and they separated pretty quickly. It might be useful to go to him first. At least we'll get no judgement." He looked up at you when he finished, his eyes soft with a hopeful look, desperate to see if he'd made a helpful suggestion.

"Yeah. Okay, let's go ask Rossi."

You made your way up the stairs quietly, doing your best to act natural. Luckily, Hotch's blinds were drawn, and he seemed deep in paperwork, so he didn't notice your unusual path.

Spencer led the charge and knocked on the office door quickly twice before opening it.

"Spencer, Y/N, I thought Aaron was clear when he said we had time off now. To what do I owe the pleasure?" He looked up at the two of you from his desk,and you awkwardly glanced at each other before turning back to him, unable to find the right words to say.

"That bad, huh?" He laughed up at you from his desk but still waited for you to talk.

You took the plunge first.

"We fucked up and we need your help,"  you blurted out quickly, unable to stop the rambling when it took hold. Rossi only raised a single eyebrow at you in question, so you powered on.

"We got super drunk last night and ended up at the marriage licence bureau and now we're legally married and we need your advice because this happened to you before, too, and we thought it might be helpful to ask you for your opinion on what we should do next." You hardly took a breath throughout,only cutting yourself off when Spencer grabbed your hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

"Well, I'll be damned," Rossi pushed himself back in his seat, looking upon the two of you with fresh eyes.

"I guess celebrations are in order, correct?" He chuckled as you squirmed under his stare.

"We just wanted to know what the best way to go about this is. Should we register the marriage with the bureau, let Hotchner know, that kind of thing?" Spencer managed to ask, his fingers entwined with yours and his thumb drawing small circles on the back of your hand. 

"Well, I can't say I'm surprised," was all Rossi offered from his desk, and you snapped your eyes back to his. "But I don't know what advice I can really offer you right now that doesn't come straight from the FBI Handbook, and I'm sure you have that memorised, right, kid?" 

"All interpersonal relationships must be reported to your direct supervisor or team leader. Failure to do so could lead to termination or suspension if it is deemed to negatively affect your work," Spencer approximated the official guidelines.

"Here's what I will say. Take some time with it, but only a week, tops. If your problem goes away in that time, perfect, nothing to worry about. If it doesn't, tell Aaron at least." 

"So tell Hotchner in a week that we're getting a divorce, great, thanks," you tried your best not to sarcastic but you were tired and you were stressed and the words had a mind of their own.

"Hey, what was that thing you said to me a while back, kid? You never know when you're going to get the chance to experience new things at your age?" He smirked up at Spencer, happy enough that he got to feed him that line back from the case you'd worked in Atlantic City.

"Give it a week and tell Aaron. I don't care what you tell him, but only a week, okay? Because if you don't, I will. I don't particularly want to acclimatise to your replacements when you're fired for not disclosing this."

You nodded your goodbyes to the man and swiftly exited his office, making your way back down to the bullpen.

"I think Rossi's right. We should wait and tell Hotchner after we've got this annulment thing finished. And we still have to figure out who our two witnesses are." You let out the sigh as you turned to face Spencer, quietly engaging him in conversation. 

"Yeah, that sounds good. How about you meet me at my place tomorrow and we can talk about details and get the ball rolling?" he asked, looking at you with hopeful eyes. "Maybe we could see if we can jog our memories a bit as well, I have a few books on memory loss that I've been meaning to read recently, I'll get through them tonight and maybe they'll have some tips to help us figure out what happened." 

"Yeah, yeah, perfect. It's a date!" The words left your mouth before you could stop them, and you had to stop yourself from instantly clapping a hand over your own mouth in surprise.

"Like an appointment, something scheduled, not like a… not like a date-date. You know what I mean." He laughed at you a little before looking side to side, checking if anyone was in the vicinity. When he saw that there was no one around, he stepped closer to you, closing the gap between the two of you, and placed a small soft kiss to your temple before moving away quickly.

"It's a date. I'll send you my address later, but for now, you should go check on Garcia. Keep up our cover story, right?" He began walking backwards to the elevator  having grabbed his bag while you were stood mouth slack in surprise. 

"Yeah, yeah, I'll go do just that. Bye."

"Goodbye, Mrs. Reid," he said, stepping into the elevator, the doors closing before you had a chance to chastise him. 

You stood there for a solid two minutes, just staring at the place the man had been, desperately willing your heart to go back to beating at a respectable rate. When it didn't, you knew you were in trouble.

Turning on your heel, you ran down the hall as inconspicuously as possible before throwing the door to Penelope Garvia's office wide open. 

"Penelope, I fucked up and I need your advice." 

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This'll Be The Day That I Die

Chapter One - John B's Cousin

JJ didn't think he'd ever see her again. It had been ten years since she left and he'd never stopped hating her for leaving. When she returns he wants nothing to do with her, not until somebody else wants her. That somebody else just so happens to be Rafe Cameron

JJ Maybank X Reader, somewhat Rafe Cameron X Reader

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Okay so i watched season one when it first came out, never finished season two, but I'm back on my JJ shit with a... series (fuck i can't stop myself from starting series shit)

Chapter Two

When the twinkie pulled up to the Château, something wasn't right. The door was open and laundry was hanging outside to dry. It certainly wasn't the way the Pogues left it.

Pressing his finger to his lips, John B. climbed out of the van. He helped Sarah out and quietly pushed the door shut, while JJ, Kiara and Pope did the same in the back.

They had no kind of weapon, nothing to defend themselves if there really was an attacker. So, John B. did the one thing he could think of and grabbed a rather large stick.

He walked into his own house, defensively standing in front of his friends. He held his finger to his lips once again as they all walked forward.

There were footsteps. John B. raised the stick, ready to swing.

But, he didn't need to swing it. Not when he saw the person who had broken into his house. Well, did it count as breaking in if they had a key of their own? "Y/N?" He called, dropping the stick.

His cousin stood in the kitchen, looking through the cupboards and taken a note of everything they had. Or, rather, everything they needed. She whipped herself around and placed her notebook on the kitchen counter. "John!" She called and walked towards him. "Where the hell is my dad?" She asked and opened her arms.

But John B. was still in some amount of shock. He hadn't seen his cousin in, well, years. Just seven years ago she'd left the Outer Banks to live with her mother after her parents had split up. "What're you doing here?" He asked, still unable to process it.

She just smiled and shrugged her shoulders. But her smile wasn't all there, wasn't quite as wide as John B. expected to see. "Doesn't matter," she mumbled. "Have you seen my dad anywhere?" She asked.

"He, uh, left," John B. answered honestly.

For a second, she was still. The chateau was where she'd been living before she left with her mother, with John B. and his father. They'd been a little family unit back then. She must've known about John B's fathers disappearance, which is why she wasn't asking.

The chateau wasn't the best place for four people to live. That was why she had left in the first place, because there just wasn't enough space for her. "I'm gonna set myself up in my dad's old room," she said and picked her bags up from the floor. "Maybe after you can introduce me to your friends?" She asked, mainly focusing on Sarah.

The other three behind him she recognised. Pope and JJ. Pope who was always one of the smartest people they knew, and JJ. It was hard to forget someone like JJ. He was the epitome of chaos, even when they were ten.

John B. nodded his head. That was usually JJ's room, but it was her home as much as John B's. So what was his was hers.

The room was a state. She didn't know when her father had left, or when big John had disappeared, but the room had definitely been lived in, and recently. She pulled the comforter back from the bed and let out something of a gasp.

"Why the fuck is there a cum stain on the bed?" She cried as she left the room, looking towards John B. and his friends.

JJ Maybank couldn't hide his smirk as he adjusted his hat on his head.

She made quick work of changing the bed, placing the dirtied sheets in the the hamper. When she went to unpack her things, there were already clothes in the drawers. They weren't her fathers, and they weren't big John's. A bunch of shirts with no sleeves.

She placed the unfamiliar clothes into a pile and unpacked her own things. It was easy work, there wasn't a lot that she had. But what she had have was nice, she wasn't exactly going to look like a Pogue.

When she left her room, it was like all of the Pogues were waiting around for her. They sat on the pull out sofa, some of them drinking, some of them sat waiting for her. Actually, JJ was drinking, the rest of them were waiting for her.

As uncomfortable was it was, she walked through to the kitchen and picked up her notebook once again. "I, uh, looked through the cupboards," she said to her cousin, but by the way all of the Pogues were looking at her, she definitely wasn't just speaking to him. "We need a fuckload of groceries. Do you think you can take me in the twinkie?"

"Can't you drive?" JJ piped up for the first time as he lifted his blunt to his lips.

Her eyes locked onto him, levelling him with a glare. "No, JJ. I can't drive," she spat back. "Besides, it's not my van."

"I can take you," Pope said suddenly. "It's no big deal."

She gave Pope a smile and shoved her notebook into the back pocket of her shirts. "Perfect," she said as JJ tossed Pope the keys.

They set out of the chateau, but she could still feel eyes on her. The place she had once known to be her home didn't feel very much like her home anymore.

"I'm surprised you remember us," said Pope as they pulled away from the chateau. "It's been, what, ten years?"

"Almost," she answered, leaning against the window. "I don't think I could properly remember living here without remembering you guys." She let out a breath, watching her old neighbourhood go past. "I don't know who the girl is, though."

Pope gave her a quick glance. "You don't remember Kie?"

She snorted and shook her head. "Not Kie," she mumbled, pulling her notebook from the back pocket of her shorts. "The other girl, who is she?"

"Oh, her. That's Sarah, Sarah Cameron," he answered.

But still, she frowned. "Is that name supposed to mean anything to me?"

Pope let out a laugh. "You don't remember the Cameron's? The richest people on the Island?" He asked and she shook her head. "How about her brother, Rafe?"

"The name rings a bell," she confessed. But still, she couldn't put a face to the name.

They pulled up to the store and she climbed out of the van. "Thanks," she said. "You don't have to come with me."

"I'll wait here," he said and pulled out his phone. But, as she walked away, Pope pushed open the door to the twinkie once more. "I feel so bad for saying this," he called. "But you might wanna get enough food for all of us. Or, at least you, John B. and JJ, since he practically lives there," he said.

She looked back down at her list and nodded her head. As she walked towards the store, she realised something. If JJ had been living in her room, then... that was his cum stain on the bed. A shiver ran down her spine.

***

"Yeah, I remember her," JJ answered as he made himself a sandwich. The bread was mouldy, but he didn't much care. What JJ remembered most was the day that she left, when she disappeared. But that wasn't what John B. had asked, so he kept it short.

She had been a Pogue through and through back then, but she'd changed. JJ hadn't recognised her, not until John B. had said her name. She wouldn't fit in with them, not now.

"She got out," John B. muttered as he stood beside him. "She left the island. Why did she come back?"

JJ shrugged his shoulders. He grabbed his mouldy sandwich, shoved it into his mouth and walked out to the porch. "Just ask her, man," he said and sat down, playing with the lighter he kept in his pockets.

JJ didn't about her. He didn't care about why she had left, didn't care why she was back. Why should be care about her when she was the one that had left?

He watched as the twinkie pulled up in front of the chateau. Pope parked up and she climbed out, sliding open the door to grab the brown paper bags from the back. Pope did the same, carrying the bags she couldn't carry.

"Groceries," she mumbled as she walked past JJ, into the house.

He didn't say anything. Did she really not remember what things were like before she left? Did she really not realise that he wasn't going to speak to her?

She walked past him and dumped her things on the kitchen counter. As soon as she did, John B. helped her to unpack everything, placing it into the cupboards.

As soon as they were done, John B. gave an awkward smile and patted his pockets. He looked around the chateau as she made herself something to eat. "Oh!" He said and strode across the chateau, to where Sarah was sitting. He grabbed a hold of his girlfriend and pulled her to her feet. "This is Sarah, my girlfriend," he said and Sarah sent her a polite wave.

She waved back as she made herself a not mouldy sandwich. The mouldy bread had been tossed in the bin (something that JJ would later protest, even though he really had no reason to).

"I think I'll turn in," she said awkwardly as she took her plate to her room. Kie and Sarah watched her. They tried not to wear the same judgemental expression, but it was the middle of the afternoon, far too early for her to be sleeping

But, as she walked past him, John B grabbed her arm. "Hey, you only just got here," he said and she desperately looked towards her bedroom. "Let us properly welcome you back to the Outer Banks," he said.

"What're you thinking?" She asked, somewhat exasperatedly.

That was where John B. smirked. "Kegger."

"Kegger?" She asked, with a frown.

He nodded. "Kegger."

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silence feels better with you, chapter three

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader

Warnings: swearing, injury mention (jj had a fight with his dad)

Words: 1.6K

Previous Chapter - Next Chapter

JJ broke up with you three months ago.

He was currently sat on the wet grass outside, staring up at the moon overhead, his phone pressed to his ear.

He almost slammed his phone to the ground when he heard your voicemail for the fifth time.

Fuck.

JJ buried his face in his hands for a moment, taking a shaky breath. His head was throbbing, and every time his mouth moved, he could feel the sting of the split lip he was sporting.

After a halfhearted attempt to calm himself down, he picked his phone back up, calling you just one more time.

“Hello?” The sound of your voice on the other end made JJ’s heart skip a beat. Finally.

“Took you long enough.” He tried to play off the pain he was in, but the second he heard your quiet sigh on the other line, he knew you heard the way his voice wavered slightly.

“What’s up, JJ?” He hated how he couldn’t read your emotions. He didn’t know if you were frustrated with him, he didn’t know if you were worried, he didn’t know if you were just as desperate to hear his voice as he was to hear yours.

“Uh, so… listen,” JJ cringes at the way his voice shakes, cursing under his breath. “My dad’s back from prison, and… I had a bit of an argument with him.”

He could hear a sharp intake of breath from you, and he shut his eyes for a moment, trying to imagine how you looked right now.

Were you worried about him? Did you still care? Did he ruin everything forever?

“Shit, JJ-”

“I don’t need your pity.” The words came out before he could stop them. There was something in your tone of voice that made his cheeks flush and his eyes sting with unshed tears. He felt weak. He always felt so weak around you.

You’re silent on the other line, so JJ forces himself to continue.

“John B’s hanging out with Sarah, I can’t go there, and-” He angrily wipes at his eyes, hot tears starting to stream down his face that he’s been trying to keep at bay all night. “Pope’s working late tonight, and Kie’s parents fucking hate me, so-”

“It’s okay.” Your voice cuts him off, and he sits there for a moment, in the wet grass, praying for a miracle. “Do you want to come over?”

There it is.

“Uh, about that…” JJ forces a weak laugh from his throat, glancing up to your house from where he’s sitting in your backyard. He can see the dim light of your lamp from your bedroom window, and he can see the small chips of paint along the side of the house from the many times JJ snuck into your bedroom at night when the whole neighborhood was asleep.

JJ winces at the memories, the pain of losing you almost worse than the throbbing in his head.

When he sees you glance out the window, his heart almost stops. The two of you make eye contact for the briefest moments, and JJ raises his hand in a halfhearted wave.

You shove the window open, and JJ doesn’t waste a second, clambering up the side of your house, ungracefully climbing through your bedroom window on the second floor.

With gentle hands, you help JJ into your room, keeping him from knocking over a plant near the windowsill. He freezes in his tracks when he sees your room again, and he almost forgets why he came over in the first place, taking in the space before him that used to be where he spent most of his nights. It was the same as it had been all those months ago, and JJ hates himself for letting you go. All he wants to do is curl up in your bed, in your arms, comforted by the only person he’s ever loved and the only person who’s ever truly loved him.

“You look like shit.” Your voice brings him out of his daze, and all he can do is nod, still staring at every little part of your room. The bookshelf near your desk is missing a few pictures, ones that JJ knows all too well were pictures of him with you.

He shakes the sick feeling in his stomach away, forcing himself to focus on the conversation at hand. “Well, you know how he is.” His voice is raspy. Tired. Broken. If he paid more attention he would’ve seen the worry in your eyes. “It’s really not that bad.”

Both of you know he’s lying. If it wasn’t that bad he wouldn’t be here. If it wasn’t that bad he could’ve handled it himself, but instead, he’s at his ex-girlfriend’s house and god does his head hurt.

Silently, you pull the first aid kit out from where it’s always sat under your bed. Back when you two were dating, it wasn’t out of the ordinary for JJ to show up unannounced, covered in bruises, with a weak smile and a “you should see the other guy.” that never made you laugh.

It tugged at JJ’s heart to know that you still kept the first aid kit under your bed. Part of him hoped you kept it there on the off chance he’d need you again – as if he ever stopped – but the more bitter part of him knows you probably just left it there forgotten until this very moment.

Once you grabbed it, you set it on the floor in front of you, gathering the supplies you needed. Your hand moved to JJ’s chin, gently lifting his face so you could assess the damage.

The slight touch alone was enough to make JJ’s eyes sting again. Your presence, your touch, it was both the comfort JJ craved more than anything and the thing that tormented him the most.

Your hands were impossibly gentle as you start to clean up the wounds littering his face. It was more gentle than he knows he would’ve been. More gentle than John B would’ve been. Or Kiara, or Pope. There was just something about you that made things hurt less. Made the pain dull just slightly.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You ask carefully.

JJ shakes his head, his gaze falling to the floor for a moment, praying that he wouldn’t start crying.

Your thumb runs along his cheek, and he instantly reaches up to grasp your wrist tightly, both terrified and desperate to feel your affection. After a tense, painful moment, he finally lets go, closing his eyes as your hand caresses his cheek.

When you start to clean up his split lip, he takes the opportunity to observe you up close for the first time that night. For the first time in months.

There’s a soft, determined look in your eyes that always made JJ smile. It’s the same look you’ve always had when you’re trying so hard to be careful with JJ. He frowns a little at the bags under your eyes, hidden just slightly by some hastily applied concealer. He can see all the ways the breakup took a toll on you, in the littlest ways that only someone who knew you as well as JJ would notice.

Finally, you finished patching him up, smiling softly and leaning away from him. It takes everything in JJ to not pull you closer again, to kiss you, to beg you to take him back.

“Here, you can take the bed.”

He blinks up at you, trying to figure out if he hallucinated your words or if you actually wanted him to stay. You’re not looking at him, focusing on cleaning up your makeshift nurse’s station and putting your first aid kit away.

“You can take the bed, I’m gonna… go home.” It hurts JJ to even say, but he’s too weak to spend another minute here without breaking down.

“No.” Your tone is more firm than he’s heard in a while, and it shocks him into a stunned silence. “You’re not going back to your dad. You’re staying here, no arguments.”

“Yes ma’am.” He mutters under his breath, watching you idly reorganize things around your room. A grin pulls at his lips, knowing it’s because you’re trying to busy yourself, too nervous to look at JJ. “Hey, you can take the bed. I can take the floor-”

The look in your eyes made him shut up without a second thought. Once you were sure he wouldn’t continue arguing, you went back to fiddling with things around the room, no longer looking at him.

Fuck it.

“Let’s just share the bed.”

You freeze, slowly turning to him with wide eyes.

JJ tries to play it off, shrugging as if his heart wasn’t beating out of his chest. “C’mon, it’s not like we haven’t before.” That was when you were dating her, dumbass.

The silence in the room makes JJ wanna throw up, but he forces himself not to react, waiting for your response.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” He looks up, surprised.

“Okay.” You repeat, walking around to the other side of the bed, climbing under the covers, and watching warily when JJ does the same thing.

There was a polite amount of distance between the two of you, and every centimeter between you and JJ makes his heart hurt even more.

You curl up in the bed, turning off the lamp and plunging the room into darkness.

There was a thick silence in the room as you rolled over to face the wall. JJ desperately wanted to do something, anything to break the tension, but instead, he closed his eyes, pretending that he could relax enough to fall asleep when the love of his life was inches away from him and probably hated his guts.

By the time you woke up, the bed was empty and JJ was nowhere to be seen.

#jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader

[cakesunflower]

lovelorn (and nobody knows) [rafe cameron au fic] chapter 2

Summary: Isla Carrera had planned for the summer before college to be focused on three things: helping out at her family’s restaurant (the helpful daughter), preparing for college (the good student), and having fun with the Pogues (the loyal friend). But one fateful night, where her car breaks down and her rescuer is none other than Rafe Cameron, seems to send her summer down a path she didn’t see coming–one teeming with a secret, illicit romance with the last person she expected. And if her friends and sister found out, Isla isn’t sure they’ll be so understanding, no matter what her feelings are.

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1

Chapter 2

The Saturday afternoon lunch rush keeps Isla on her toes, weaving around tables and balancing trays of plates and glasses as she serves those seated in her section. The weather is beautiful out, so lots of customers snagged tables in the outdoor section, the air a delightful scent of salt and wood. Music plays through the speakers of the restaurant, but it’s drowned out by the constant chatter and clinking of utensils.

“Want a refill on that Dr. Pepper, Charlie?” Isla asks one of their regulars, an older man who always dons the same Budweiser trucker cap.

He gives her a kind smile, looking up from his sudoku book. “I’d appreciate that, Isla.”

She grins at him as she picks up the last of the dirty plates from a nearby table, piling them on the tray before carrying it over towards the kitchen window, dropping them off so they can be taken care of. Isla makes quick work of getting Charlie a fresh glass of his soda before going around the counter where Kie is putting in an order in one of the monitors. Before Isla can get started on the other one, the kitchen bell rings.

“Order for pickup!” comes Earl’s shout, and Isla turns to grab the paper bag to put it on the table behind the counter designated for pickup orders. 

When she goes to the other monitor to put in the order for table seventeen, Kie says from her left, “The guys are planning a party tonight at the Boneyard.”

Isla cracks a smile, unsurprised by this. As summer rolls around, she knows they’re in for a lot of parties and boat days. “Any special occasion for this one?”

Isla can sense Kie’s hesitation, and when she glances at her sister—younger than Isla by eleven months—she sees Kie pressing her lips together before meeting Isla’s gaze. “JJ’s dad’s in jail again.” 

Isla’s eyes widen, jaw dropping. Luke Maybank getting arrested is never new news, but Isla knows every time he gets out, he takes out his anger on JJ. Her best friend is too prideful to talk about it, but she doesn’t miss the bruises, the cuts. Neither do the others. But JJ isn’t the talkative type, so they show their support in other ways. Always.

“What the hell did he do now?” Isla asks, frustration coloring her voice. If there’s one person in this world she hates, it’s JJ’s dad, simply because of the abuse he inflicts on his son. It’s why JJ always stays at John B’s, whether his dad is in jail or not. 

“Drunk and disorderly and resisting arrest,” Kie answers with a roll of her eyes. But Isla doesn’t miss her sister’s own anger, sees it in the way Kie clenches her jaw. And why wouldn’t she? JJ is one of her best friends, and if there’s one thing Isla loves about her sister, it’s Kie’s fierce loyalty to the people she loves, her protectiveness over them. Especially where JJ is concerned. Their whole group keeps an extra eye on the blonde, whether he likes it or not. “I think he might be in for six months this time.”

Isla’s eyebrows shoot up, pausing in her work to look at her sister. “Seriously?” She whistles. “That’s his longest stint in a while, isn’t it? Is JJ gonna crash at the chateau?”

Kie nods. “He’s playing it off like he doesn’t care, but I know he’s sick of his dad’s shit.”

Nodding, Isla huffs out a breath. “Yeah, we all are.”

“Yeah.” Kie also lets out a long, heavy sigh. “I just want—oh, what the hell is he doing here?”

Isla glances at Kie, but her sister is looking past her, towards the front door of the restaurant over Isla’s shoulder. Kie’s features are hard as stone, dark eyes blazing with a kind of contempt and anger she saves for a select few people. Her jaw works, and Isla turns her head towards the door to see who she’s looking at—only for her to feel her stomach drop at the sight of Rafe strolling towards them.

He’s in a dark green, short sleeve collared shirt and navy blue cargo shorts that his hands are shoved into the pockets of. Isla presses her tongue to the roof of her mouth because his gaze seems to find hers instantly even in the crowded restaurant, muscles tightening until she straightens where she’s standing. Something stirs in the air as he draws near, his walk infuriatingly confident, and then he has the gall to smirk as he reaches the counter, standing on the opposite side in the space between where Isla and Kie stand.

“Kie,” Rafe greets, leaning forward with his arms resting on the counter, looking up at them with bright blue eyes. Kiara doesn’t say anything in response, her expression practically a sneer, but Rafe pays her no mind as his gaze shifts to the older Carrera. “Isla.”

Maybe she’s crazy, but she swears he says her name differently. As if it’s a secret shared between them. It sends a tickle down her spine she doesn’t dare to acknowledge. The crowd of the restaurant can’t be held accountable for the heat that spreads across Isla’s skin. Damn it.

“What do you want?” Kie demands, her tone unfriendly as always, where Rafe is concerned.

And, as always, he isn’t deterred by her tone. He shoots her an easy smirk and says, “Picking up my order.”

Exhaling sharply through her nose, Isla turns towards the trolley behind her, reaching for the bag Earl had handed over. Reading the name on the receipt, Isla confirms it’s Rafe’s, already paid for, and turns back to the counter, placing it in front of him. “Thanks,” he says with a too friendly grin as he straightens, reaching for the bag. His eyes then meet Isla’s and he arches an eyebrow. “You get your car fixed?”

Isla’s eyes widen slightly at his question, especially when she feels Kie’s gaze suddenly on her, hot and questioning. But she doesn’t dare meet her sister’s stare, and instead glares at Rafe. She sees that glint of mischief in his eyes, deliberate in his question in front of Kie, and Isla has to resist the urge to grab his bag of food and hit him with it. 

Isla’s fingers curl into her palms as her hands rest on the counter, bracing herself, though she’s trying not to lose it because by Rafe asking that one question, she knows she’s in for a lot more from Kie.

“Uh, yeah, it’s in the shop,” Isla answers stiltedly, throat tightening. “Should be good as new.”

Rafe’s smirk is antagonizing but attractive at the same time, and she wonders if she would’ve thought that before last night. Hell, it’s concerning that she’s thinking about it again now. This is the same guy her friends hate, who hates her and her friends, who has gotten into more than a few fist fights with her boys. Isla is pretty sure just thinking that Rafe Cameron is handsome is a betrayal to the Pogues.

“Good,” Rafe says with a dip of his chin, grabbing the top of the brown paper bag as he smoothly pushes away from the counter. He winks at her, then, and says, “One night of playing hero was enough for me,” before turning while grabbing his sunglasses that hang from the neckline of his shirt, putting them on as he heads out of the restaurant.

Isla clenches her jaw as she watches him go, because she knows he knows he just opened a can of worms in front of Kie and left Isla to deal with it by herself. Because, no doubt, as soon as he’s walking away, Kie is stepping up next to her with a hand on her hip and a demanding, “What the hell was that about?”

While Isla is older, Kie is the taller one, having a good four inches on Isla with her five-foot-nine height. So Kie stares down at her, eyebrow raises and a determined look on her face that tells Isla she won’t be dropping it until she gets the answers she wants. “Um—”

“How’d he know about your car?” she pushes, brown eyes searching Isla’s.

Isla had told her about her car breaking down last night, having no choice but to confess because one, Kie noticed her car wasn’t in the driveway and two, Isla needed a ride to work this morning. But Isla had told her and their parents the same thing—that the car broke down, and she stayed in it until an Uber showed up to pick her up. She completely omitted the part about those two creepy guys, and her running away and right into Rafe’s arms—literally. 

It seems, though, her evasion of the truth was for nothing, all thanks to Rafe. What a dick.

Kie’s questioning gaze is incessant and makes Isla’s body tighten with anxiety, until she finally drops her shoulders and throws her head back in defeat. “Okay, fuck, fine, but you can’t tell Mom and Dad,” Isla says hastily, turning to her sister. The busy restaurant seems to be on the back burner for now.

Kie looks even more confused. “Can’t tell Mom and Dad what?”

Nervously tightening her ponytail, Isla quickly tells Kie about last night’s events. About the car breaking down, those guys pulling up, pepper spraying one of them and making a run for it until she ran into Rafe and he, surprisingly, helped her out by giving her a lift home instead of having Isla wait for a ride. Kie’s expressions go from confused, to horrified, to bewildered and freaked out all at the right times, her jaw dropping lower and lower by the time Isla finishes her story.

When Kie doesn’t say anything right away, Isla blows out a breath. “Just—don’t tell Mom and Dad about those freaks, okay? And don’t tell the others about Rafe. They’d all try to skin me alive.” With a one shouldered shrug, Isla adds, “Except maybe Sarah.”

Kie is shaking her head, lips parted. “I’m sorry, I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that Rafe Cameron actually helped you.”

A dry chuckle escapes Isla. “Yeah, you and me both. But, you know—” She spots the hostess, Lara, seating someone in her section. “It was a one time thing. Wrong place, wrong time type thing,” she says with a laugh, though it sounds forced even to her own ears because despite the weirdness of it all, Isla is grateful to Rafe for helping her last night. Despite what she said, she hadn’t really wanted to stick around and wait for an Uber, or her friends or dad to pick her up. She wanted to be out of there as soon as possible, and Rafe had been the most viable option.

Before Isla can respond, Kie scoffs and adds with a roll of her eyes, “Of course, he’s gonna be a smug asshole about it, too.”

Isla snorts. “Are we surprised?” she says as she walks around the counter. “I’ve got a table.”

The rest of her shift goes by uneventfully, though Isla can admit that she feels like some weight has shifted off her shoulders after telling Kie about last night. The two of them tell each other everything, so NOT telling her, though for good reason, felt like a huge weight had landed on her shoulders. Now that she knows, some of it is off, though Isla knows the rest is because of the truth hidden from her friends. And while Kie’s reaction was far more understated than Isla had feared, she knows the same can’t be said for her friends. 

Pogues don’t keep secrets from each other, but this might have to be an exception. 

******

The Boneyard is a mixed crowd, as it almost always is whenever there’s a party thrown here. Music pumps through the night, accompanying the water crashing along the shore and continuous chatter from everyone gathered. The weather is perfect, and the knitted cropped top Isla wears over her bikini top keeps her comfortable as she sips her second beer of the night. JJ has been nice enough to let her sip from his flask, the vodka a sharp lingering taste in the back of her throat as she tosses the ping pong ball, high-fiving Cleo when it lands in a cup.

“You’re gettin’ smoked,” Cleo laughs at Pope and Kie on the other end of the table. “I thought you were gonna make it challenging for us!”

“Alright, alright, stop the celebration. You haven’t won yet,” Pope calls back before turning to his partner. “Come on, Kie, you got this.”

Kie holds up her free hand to silence Pope, her dark eyes fixated on the table between them. “Don’t pressure me.”

Pope holds up his hands in defense, but his dark, keen eyes watch the scene before him. Isla just knows his razor sharp brain is calculating the physics of it all as Kie prepares to do her throw. Unfortunately for her, the ball bounces off the rim of one of the cups, glaring at Isla and Cleo without any real heat when they cheer at her expense. Pope simply laces his fingers behind his head as he shakes it, pursing his lips in disappointment as Kie flips him off. 

As Cleo does her turn, Isla sways her hips side to side to the bear of the music, arms crossed as she sips her beer. Her gaze wanders around the party, taking in the plenty of familiar faces that surround her, as well as ones she doesn’t know but figures are the kids from families who are staying in Outer Banks for the summer. Other than them, Pogues and Kooks alike are spread out around the Boneyard; some mingling, others keeping to their friend groups. It’s always been like that, really.

There are a few bonfires lit up, the smell of smoke mixing with the salty air in a combination that tickles Isla’s nose with familiarity. She spots JJ sitting on one of the logs by one of the fires, animated in whatever story he’s telling to the group of people entranced by him. But she also notes how he keeps glancing in this general direction, and Isla knows exactly who he’s looking at. She smiles into her next sip of beer, subtly shaking her head to herself and wishing that JJ and her sister would just get out of this limbo they’re stuck in and finally get together. 

The beer pong game ends with Isla and Cleo winning, the two high fiving  as they shift over to let the next group play. Peering into her cup and the remaining drink inside, Isla tells her friends. “I’m almost out. Gonna head to the bathroom and get another.”

They nod their acknowledgements before Isla turns and wanders off. She’s not that drunk, but she smiles at anyone who calls out to her as she heads to the edge of the party where a row of three porta-potties are lined up. Isla hates using them—drunk people are so disgustingly messy—but when you gotta go, you gotta go.

She uses the toilet quickly and carefully, but it’s not until she’s exiting the bathroom that Isla ends up bumping into someone. A gasp rips through her when the remaining contents of her drink spill on her white crocheted top. Isla freezes, staring down at the beer stained top in shock; not a lot of her drink remained, but enough had been in the cup to dirty the middle of her top, cringing at the stickiness of the beer clinging to her skin as well.

“Oh, fuck.” Her gaze snaps up and the shock only intensifies into disbelief at the sight of Rafe standing before her, staring at her with guilt surprisingly swimming in his blue eyes.

A sharp breath escapes Isla, her shoulders tense as she gapes at him. “Seriously?” she demands, pinching the front of the damp top and pulling it away from her wet skin.

His guilt melts into annoyance, eyebrows pulling together as he tells her, “Excuse me, but you’re the one who bumped into me—again.”

Isla knows he’s right, but she can’t bring herself to care at this moment. Why him, of all people, to bump into twice in as many days? “Thank you for the recount,” Isla huffs, flapping her top in a feeble attempt to dry it. “And thank you for completely soaking my top.”

Rafe purses his lips as Isla turns back into the bathroom and rips off some toilet paper, soaking it in the sink before stepping back out and trying to clean the beer off of her skin, at least. The top needs to be washed and hopefully that’ll get the stain out, but Isla can’t stand the sticky sensation of her skin.

She can feel the weight of Rafe’s gaze on her as she slides her hand under her top and wipes at her chest and stomach, her black bikini top peeking through the holes of her knitted top. Heat pools in her cheeks and she tells herself it’s from annoyance rather than anything else, letting out a quiet huff as she balls up the tissue paper because although she’s not sticky anymore, she isn’t entirely keen on walking around with a stained top, even if others will be too drunk to notice. Or care.

When she looks back at Rafe, Isla blinks in bewilderment as she watches him unbuttoning the plaid button down he’s got on, the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. “Uh,” she drags the word out, and the heat in her skin only intensifies when her gaze locks in on his fingers deftly undoing the buttons, the gold ring on his index finger glinting against the light of the bathroom behind her. “What are you doing?”

Isla’s lips part when Rafe completely unbuttons the shirt, leaving him in a white tank underneath that proudly shows off muscular biceps as he shrugs off the button down and holds it out to her. “Wear this.”

She blinks. “What?”

Rafe cocks an eyebrow while Isla stares at him, no longer even registering the party behind him and instead looking back and forth between him and the shirt he’s holding out to her. Did she hit her head? What is happening? “You wanna walk around with a stained shit? Be my guest. Figured I’d give you a cleaner and drier option.”

This is so weird, and her extreme confusion pushes her to ask, “What are you even doing here?”

Rafe rarely shows up to the Boneyard parties. Unlike the other Kooks who make an appearance, Isla and her friends always figured Rafe thought he was too good to be seen here. The Kook prince liked to throw ragers at his own place, so why bother coming out all the way here? 

If Rafe is surprised or bothered by her question, he doesn’t show it. “Top dragged me against my will. Now are you gonna take the shirt or not?” he asks, giving the clothing a little shake as he holds it out.

Isla doesn’t want to necessarily walk around in her bikini top or her stained sweater, chewing on the inside of her cheek as she runs a debate in her head. Her friends will question her on whose shirt she’s got on, and she can lie and say some random guy instead of giving Rafe’s name, but what are the odds that Sarah recognizes her brother’s shirt? This guy seems to come to her rescue when she doesn’t have many other options; it’s not like she can borrow anything from one of her friends. Pope’s got a shirt, JJ’s in a muscle tee, and John B’s got his Hawaiian shirt unbuttoned to show off his chest. 

God, maybe she should just go home.

Instead, though, Isla finds herself untying the front of her knitted cropped sweater before shrugging it off, keenly aware of Rafe’s gaze on her as she stands in front of him in her bikini top and daisy dukes. Yet, his stare doesn’t feel unwanted or uncomfortable, and Isla can’t look away from him, either. Suddenly, they’re locked in a kind of staring contest, to see who will look away first, as Isla shrugs off her sweater without breaking eye contact.

The air is electric, the smell of smoke adding a kind of sensuality to how close Rafe stands, offering his shirt. The material is surprisingly soft when Isla grasps it, putting her arms through the sleeves, and the air hitches in her throat when she sees that the shirt is practically a dress on her, stopping way past her shorts around her mid-thigh. Isla doesn’t bother buttoning it up, suddenly engulfed in that familiar scent she smelled last night when Rafe had been standing so close to her, and when she’d been on the back of his bike. A scent she would catch faint whiffs of whenever she was at the Camerons’ home, hanging out with Sarah.

Now, it wraps around her too pleasantly as she rolls the sleeves of the shirt up to her elbows before tying her sweater around her waist, making sure Rafe’s button down isn’t tucked into it.  She smooths it down with a huffed, “Good?”

There’s a shift in Rafe’s eyes, a gleam that stirs something to life in the pit of Isla’s stomach as she watches his blue eyes trail down the length of her. The movement of his gaze is slow, purposeful, almost as if he’s committing the sight of her in his shirt to memory and despite the summery balm of the night, goosebumps pimple her exposed skin in response to the touch of his stare. She can feel her pulse pick up speed, a dangerous realization as Rafe parts his lips and rubs the corner of his bottom lip with his thumb.

“Yeah,” he drawls with a slow nod, blue eyes once again locking with her brown. The air is charged between them, as if only a few more seconds need to pass before it sparks something into a fire. 

Isla tries not to shift on her feet, doesn’t want to show the sudden nerves that tickle her that have never existed when she’s been around Rafe—until now. She gives a gentle shake of her head to get her hair out of her face, keeping her voice as even as she can when she says, “Guess your one good deed of the month became two.”

A huff of a laugh escapes his now smirking mouth, hinting at dimples. Isla can’t look away despite all of the reasons she should. Especially when he coolly replies, “Guess you’re the exception.”

Isla presses her tongue to the roof of her mouth, warmth pooling into her cheeks as his words have an effect on her that takes her by surprise. But she remembers herself in time to force a sardonic smile to match her equally sarcastic response, “Lucky me.”

It pulls a chuckle from Rafe, glancing away as he rubs his jaw before he nods at her cup. “Let me get you another drink.”

His offer once again shocks her. Isla lifts her eyebrows and presses her hand to her chest in exaggerated melodrama. “Another good deed?” Rafe rolls his eyes, but that signature smirk remains. “I can get it myself, thanks.” She doesn’t want to risk her friends and sister seeing her even walking next to Rafe, knowing how they’d react. “And, uh, thanks for the shirt,” she adds almost begrudgingly. Though, she is grateful—even if he’s the reason the drink spilled on her.

And maybe Rafe can sense the conflict and confusion that brews inside of her—that has been since last night—because his smirk widens as he takes a step back, his eyes trailing down the entire length of her. His shirt suddenly feels heavy on her frame, like he’s just branded her, and her reaction should be to take it off and shove it back in his arms. 

But Rafe is already walking backwards, hands in the pockets of his pants as he says to her, “You wear it well,” before turning and walking off without waiting for a response

Not that he would get one, because all thoughts eddie out of Isla’s head, gaping at his back as he walks away with those damning parting words. In moments like these, she wishes she had her sister’s smart mouth; Kie is an expert in snappy comebacks and witty comments, meanwhile Isla is left a flustering mess only regretfully coming up with her responses long after the conversation is over.

“Fuck’s sake,” she mutters to herself, forcing her feet to move as she approaches the party.

She stops by at the keg, getting a refill on her drink before walking back to where her friends are. Her steps are slow, though, nervously fiddling with the rolled up cuff of the shirt as she takes a deep breath and hopes that Sarah doesn’t recognize the shirt. Hell, it could belong to anyone, couldn’t it? 

Her friends are all gathered around one of the fires, just the group of them, and as Isla nonchalantly sits down on the log next to JJ, he does a double take and takes in the sight of her new piece of clothing. “Whose shirt is that?” He pinches the material of the shoulder between his fingers, and Isla swats it off as she feels the others’ gazes on her. “Looks very Kook-like.”

Isla suppresses a groan—and fights the urge to glance at Sarah. Instead, she decides to give them half of the truth. “Some guy accidentally bumped into me, spilled beer on my sweater. He felt bad so he gave me his shirt to wear.”

Honestly, she’s kind of proud of herself for sounding very blasé about it, like she’s got nothing to hide. As she takes a sip from her beer, Pope snorts, “What kind of dude wears a button down to a beach party?”

There’s a pregnant pause before every single one of them, including Isla with a sigh, answers, “A Kook.”

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||Mind Over Matter|| Part Fourteen

Summary: Evelyn is Penelope Garcia’s protégé. She is a tech wiz, and knows her way around any kind of security and just like her mentor knows  how to dig deep and get into the past of anyone and has a knack for   anything with a chip in it. Including potato chips. The one thing she fails at is figuring out is the mind and how it works.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Evelyn Richardson(OC)

Rating || Genres || Warnings: T+ Romance. Adventure. Family. Some language, blood and violence in later installments.

Previously - Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen, 

A/N: So a few notes before you read this! There is a moment in this chapter which links to Episode 8 of Season 2. It involves Evelyn's involvement with the case, but its nothing major. So you won't have to see the episode to understand it. Also this chapter has mentions of sexual assault as will the next chapter, but nothing explicit don't worry! I just thought I'd warn you guys! This chapter is where I will be writing an original case for the Team. I hope you will like it! The Case will take place somewhere between after the 12th episode but before the 14th episode. Also Emily is here now! Woohoo! Enjoy the new chapter babes!

Takes place during and between episodes 9, 10, 11, 12 and 13. Season Two.

Though her gaze was steady and to anyone it would look like she was paying attention to the text in front of her Evelyn's real goal was to watch and observe the new member of their Team. Emily Prentiss. She had Penelope had already did background checks. Not digging too deep of course. What had caught Evelyn's eye was the fact that Emily had moved around a lot as a child. Something that Evelyn was familiar with as well. Though not as much as Emily. She'd only ever shifted from one state to the next, while Emily had shifted entire continents.

The black haired woman shifted and Evelyn quickly re-directed her gaze to the file in front of her. Hotch had introduced her before their more recent case and now that everyone was back and filing, it gave Evelyn a chance to observe, to take notes. This time when her gaze lifted she was with Agent Prentiss looking right back at her. Though her first instinct was to look away as soon as their eyes met, Evelyn managed not to do that. The other agent gave her a friendly smile, which the shy red head slowly returned, a flush of embarrassment rising to her cheeks as she finally went back to her file, this time with no intention of spying on her fellow team member again.

Putting aside another folder JJ sighed, before stretching her arms in the air and yawning, allowing the stiffness in her back to ease up.

"Need a little break?"

The blonde opened her eyes to catch sight of Evelyn standing at the door of her small office with a cup of coffee in each hand. "You are a saint." JJ praised, reaching out for her cup as the other woman walked in and handed one of the cups over to her friend.

Evelyn smiled. "I wouldn't say saint. Just a concerned friend and team member." She said as she settled in one of the chairs across JJ's desk. As she took a small sip of her beverage JJ smiled. The two of them sat in silence for a few moments, each simply concentrating on their coffee.

"Today's the day isn't it?" Evelyn finally spoke, raising her bespectacled gaze to look at JJ who gave a sad smile, the cup of coffee nestled between both her hands as she rested her elbows on the desk.

"Yeah, noticed the necklace did you?" The blonde asked, referring to the piece of jewelry she wore around her neck. Evelyn shook her head. "I remembered." The two words prompted JJ to smile lovingly at her friend. There was a lapse of silence yet again, before Evelyn leaned forward reaching out to gently lay a hand on top of JJ's as it cradled the coffee cup.

"Is there anything I can do?" The red head asked, her tone soft and gentle. Blinking back the tears in her eyes her friend shook her head as she allowed the hand that Evelyn held to loosen her hold on the coffee cup, if only to feel more of the warmth emanating from the younger girl's hand. For comfort. "Just stay here for a little while?" JJ's voice quivered a little, and it prompted Evelyn to nod as she pulled her chair closer to the desk so as to easily wrap both her hands around JJ's, her own coffee forgotten. "As long as you need me to." Evelyn said with a gentle squeeze of her hands. A thankful smile was all JJ could managed as silent tears slowly started to trace a path down her cheeks.

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Derek Morgan glanced at his watch for the fifth time in the last half hour. Or that was as far as Spencer had counted. The young genius frowned as Morgan sighed in frustration, his leg bouncing. Clearly he was agitated about something. "Morgan? Whats wrong?" He commented, prompting Emily to glance up from her phone where she had been texting a friend. Morgan shook his head. "Nothing. Just waiting for something."

This time his eyes darted to Evelyn, who was busy at her desk, a pair of headphones resting around her ears to muffle out the noise of the bullpen. Her focus was solely on the small device in front of her as she fiddled with it. It almost seemed as if she were playing with the wires. Her glasses were actually taped behind her ears where they rested to prevent them from slipping down. Emily raised an eyebrow at the strange practice but neither Spencer nor Morgan seemed bothered by the notion. Both Emily and Spencer turned back to their respective tasks, though the latter snuck a few glances at the red head, admiring just how she was concentrating on the task at hand.

Fifteen minutes later Evelyn slumped back into her chair, smiling in satisfaction as she turned her gaze to Morgan. "All done!" She called out to the ex-cop. Darting from his chair Morgan grabbed his jacket and after taking the small device Evelyn had been fiddling with grinned at her in thanks. "This makes us even Ginger." He called over his shoulder as he all but jogged towards the elevator. Waving at the three of them as the elevator doors closed Evelyn turned to find both Emily and Spencer looking at her questioningly. She shrugged.

"I asked Morgan to be my muscle for a day. I modified the remote for him a little bit for his mother's birthday." Emily frowned. "I didn't know you dealt with machines." The black haired woman commented, prompting Evelyn to smile. "Well you are new to the Team. But yes, I may be an assistant or mentee to Penelope, but I also take care of putting away the files after every case. And dealing with computers and any and all kinds of electronic devices whenever the Team goes somewhere. Plus, I've had training with making and dismantling bombs."

"The last of which serves to give us nightmares." The grumble prompted Emily to raise an eyebrow and for Evelyn to blush with embarrassment. "Spencer thinks I should leave the last option to the people who have more experience with such things." The red head explained to Emily who gave a small nod. "I read your report on your most recent case dealing with a package at the gas station. It was very brave of you to offer to go inside and check it out." Evelyn smiled softly before shrugging. "Its my job." The sound of a book snapping shut prompted both women to stare dumb-founded as Spencer suddenly stood up and march out of the bull pen.

Emily frowned. "Is he alright?" She asked, worry lacing her tone to which Evelyn gave a small nod. "He will be. Once I reassure him that I'm alright. He was there when I went in. So I guess it would've been scary for him. Then again Morgan, Gideon and Hotch were there as well. Morgan hugged me once I was out safely. And Gideon and Hotch didn't say anything. Though I did get an earful from JJ and Penelope." She nodded in the direction where Spencer had strode off. "Spencer didn't say anything. And he's barely spoken to me since then." There was a sad look in her gaze, Emily noted, prompting her to wonder what the nature of Evelyn and Spencer's relationship was. Sighing the red head stood, straightening her cardigan and picking up the bag Spencer had left behind, slinging it over her shoulder. "I'd better go to him now. Bye Emily." With a parting wave the red head walked off, leaving Emily to make her own assumptions and theories.

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As she pulled on the protective gear Evelyn couldn't help the small feeling of fear settle into the pit of her stomach. This was her job. She would go through with it because it meant helping the Team catching the Unsub. And if her death would mean saving other lives, she'd do it.

Ever since she'd started her job as a BAU and FBI Agent, Evelyn had accepted the fact that there would come a time when she would have to give up her life for the greater good. Taking various courses in dismantling and creating bombs put her even more in the line of work which required some sort of sacrifice. Evelyn didn't hold any grudges against her own job. Her father had died serving his country. It would be an honor to go the same way.

Was this some form of hero-complex? She wondered once she'd adjusted her gear and took a few steps to make sure she wouldn't fall flat on her face. Probably. It was a good thing she wasn't a Profiler then.

"You're really going to do this?" At the question the red head looked towards the opening of the van where Spencer stood leaning against one of the open doors. Since she still wasn't wearing her head gear she could hear him properly. Evelyn adjusted her headset and gave a small nod to the cop sitting in the corner ready to turn on the device. "Yes Spencer. I am the only one qualified to do this. Aside from Morgan." She was quick to add. Morgan had argued once she volunteered for the task. But Hotch was the one who'd talked him down, knowing not only was Evelyn capable of handling the job but she had needed an opportunity to prove herself a worthy member of the Team. Something she found herself questioning at times. Of course she never talked to Hotch or Gideon about it. Somehow those two had a knack for picking up on these kinds of things about her.

"Hopefully this time you won't have to drag me out of a burning building." The red head added as a joke, though the look that she was met with once she turned her attention towards him, made her wish she'd never opened her mouth. "Hopefully." With that one word he was gone, leaving Evelyn with a sinking feeling in her stomach.

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Frustration would be the best way to describe how Spencer was feeling at the moment. And the reason for that frustration was Evelyn's disregard for her own life when she'd all but marched into the gas station with the possible bomb inside. Sure there hadn't been any bomb but the fear and terror had been real. And he hadn't been the only one to feel it. Morgan, Gideon and he was sure Hotch had felt it as well. But since Spencer was the one with the eidetic memory the moment would forever be clear in his mind. Along with the emotions that accompanied that moment.

It was a gift and a curse at the same time. A curse because he could and would forever relive every horrifying moment with dangerous clarity for the rest of his life. A gift because he could and would forever relive every blissful and happy moment with clarity for the rest of his life.

Like that day when he'd hugged Evelyn just before she'd met his mother.

Thinking of that moment Spencer found his frustration ebbing away. Yet he still felt angry towards Evelyn. He knew it was only because he had been worried about her. But the others had been just as worried as him. They were giving her the cold shoulder like he was. Was there a particular reason behind his behavior?

Walking to his desk on a new work day, Spencer was surprised to find a small box awaiting him. It was a plain white box and there was, what seemed like, a little note folded on top. He was normally the first one to arrive. So there was no one around to ask. Spying his bag where he had left it yesterday Spencer picked up the note and opened it.

Sorry for making you worry. But then you make me worry just as many times if not more. – Evie

He blinked, noting how she'd signed the card before his eyes dropped to the small box and he picked up the lid. Inside a vanilla cupcake with blue frosting sat snugly, with a small toothpick protruding from the center of the frosting, a small piece of paper glued to it, with the word Sorry, written in familiar cursive script with a small sad face at the end of the word.

Spencer couldn't help think how innocent yet endearing the small gesture was. And when he saw Evelyn stepping out of Hotch's office a moment later with a stack of files in her arms, he made sure to catch her eye and give her a small smile. The smile and blush he received in return made him wonder just why he'd been so frustrated with her.

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Settling into their respective seats and after having uploaded the information about the newest case for JJ to show the others into the screen, Evelyn settled into her seat as well. "Three nights ago, in New York, Manhattan, Bethany Heeds was found murdered in her home." JJ began, bringing up an image of a smiling brunette. "She was in her late twenties and her parents had been away on a trip. The cleaning lady came in and discovered the body." Another click and the image shifted to the sight of the woman laying on top of her bed looking as if she were simply sleeping if not for the knife protruding from the middle of her abdomen. The sheets underneath her were soaked with blood and her skin was a ghostly pale. "No signs of forced entry. The lab still isn't back with proof of sexual assault but with the previous two victim, I'd say it would come back as positive."

Her words were followed by another click and images of two other smiling brunettes came to the screen. "Josephine Beacons was found murdered in the beginning of last month, same m.o, while the girl with the nose pin, Hailey Field was murdered in the middle of the month. Both of them were found with traces of anesthesia in their bodies."

"Three murders per month. Beginning. Middle. End. Could be our pattern." Spencer pointed out, his fingers fiddling with a pen as he did. "And they were all murdered in their homes. It shows that the Unsub had watched them for a while and knew about their schedule to have set a trap and do what he came to do.

"Why leave them on the bed though? I mean he could've easily dumped the body somewhere. It'd have taken a long time to find the body." Emily asked, leaning forward in her chair as she frowned. "He hasn't displayed the body." Morgan noted as he picked up the image of all three murdered women from his file and laid them side to side on the table.

"The anesthesia would've made it hard for them to fight back. He could've been lying in wait for them?" Gideon shook his head. "No sign of forced entry." He pointed out. Hotch looked like he was about to add something when JJ spoke up. "There is another thing." The Team looked up from their respective files or notepads, in the case of Penelope and Evelyn.

"The police suspect everything that happened was being filmed on a laptop placed directly across from the bed of each victim." Hotch frowned. "How can they be so sure?" JJ nodded. "They had people testify the original location of the laptop. They were either on desks or beside their beds. Not all the way across the bed."

Gideon nodded. "Which means Evelyn will be coming with us." The red head gave a small nod.

"Wheels up in thirty." Hotch said, standing up. The rest of the Team followed suit.

Evelyn had barely taken a few steps when she felt a hand on her shoulder. "I need to speak with you." The rest of the Team filed out as the red head looked at Gideon curiously.

"Is everything alright?" The older man raised an eyebrow. "You tell me Evelyn. We are going to New York after all. And Manhattan no less. And I just happened to spot a rather familiar name on the emergency contact in the second victims personal information." The news had blue eyes widening behind the glass frame before they darted to the image of Hailey Field still illuminating the screen. "I thought she looked familiar." The girl muttered before sighing deeply.

Gideon too sighed before speaking. "What I want to know Evelyn is that will you be alright?" There was a few seconds of silence where the red head bit down on her lower lip, turning his question over and over in her head before she gave a small nod.

"Its about time that my sister met my Team isn't it?" She suggested, a slight tremor in her tone as she did her best to give her superior a convincing smile.

Gideon of course, was not fooled.

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[obxone]

Marmoris (Chapter Thirteen)

Edited-ish. ~1.6k words

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Sarah plops onto your bed, watching you place the back of your earring before stepping back to look in the mirror. She grins and tips her head as she takes in your outfit. “You look amazing.”

You smile, turning to her as she rolls onto her back. “You sure you don’t want to come?”

“And hear JJ bitch all day? No.”

You frown and sit next to her. “You think he will?”

“He’s a pogue and going to Midsummer as a guest. Yes.”

You huff, lying on your back beside her. “Maybe I shouldn’t have invited him.”

“Don’t be silly,” she says while sitting up quickly. “He’s your boyfriend. It’d be weird for him not to be there.”

You smile weakly, that is true.

“And you are happier than you have been in a year. You smile more… you sing." She touches your hand before squeezing it. “You quit singing after Kasey died and started singing again after that night at the Chateau.”

You blush and close your eyes as the memories from that night flood you. JJ had been so needy, but careful with you. “I had a great time that night.”

“Me too,” she offers, and you raise an eyebrow, turning your head to look at her. She shakes her head, looking away. “I should feel bad, shouldn’t I?”

You shrug. “I don’t know how to tell you to feel Sarah, but if he makes you happy then he makes you happy.”

She fidgets with her bracelets before huffing. “You should go, don’t want you to miss the ferry.”

You sigh but roll to put your feet on the floor before you stand and straighten your outfit. “See you later?”

“Later.”

You kiss her cheek and hurry out of the room and to your car. Before you know it, you are crossing into The Cut and pulling up JJ’s driveway. He had said to pick him up there, and it surprised you, but you did not mention it to him.

JJ emerges from his house, not looking the least bit impressed with you as he climbs into the passenger seat. You study him over, hoping this will not do more damage than good.

“If helps… I think you’ll look handsome in a suit.”

He shakes his head, resting his elbow on the console as he stares at you. “Doesn’t help.”

You frown but shift the car into reverse. “I promise, I won’t let you look like an idiot.”

JJ looks out the window before turning to look at you. “I understand I’m your boyfriend, but I usually work the event, I don’t attend it.”

“Kie will be there,” you offer, glancing over at him. “And Pope and his dad usually do oysters.”

He shakes his head, dropping his head back against the seat. “Princess, you are lucky that I’m your boyfriend, or I would not be in this car.”

You stay quiet as you drive out of The Cut and back to town to get on the ferry. You hum to yourself when Hollow Coves plays from your playlist, and you try not to let JJ ruin the mood too much.

You understand, but at the same time, he needed to let it go. You are putting the kook versus pogue to rest one day at a time as a couple and trying to get John B and Sarah together. He stays silent beside you, his gaze fixated on everything, but you, and it hurts your feelings.

Once you are on the ferry and parked, you turn the car off and unbuckle. “Stay here and sulk if you want, but I’ll be out there if you change your mind and decide you want to spend time with me.” You offer before getting out and walking away towards a section of railing that is not occupied.

A few minutes pass, and you try to ignore the sting in your chest at his behavior. Your hands tighten around the railing as you watch the water out beyond OBX. Maybe asking him to be your date for Midsummer had been a mistake. You know your request had shocked him, but he had three days to adjust before today, and he did not seem to have adjusted to the idea at all.

“Relax,” he murmurs in your ear as his arms wind around you and your hands relax on the railing. “I’m here. I’m yours.”

You lean back into his chest, and his arms tighten around you. His chin rests on your head as he watches the waves with you. His nose scrunched up against all the thoughts flooding through him.

“I don’t want to ruin your evening.” He finally confesses. “People like me do not go to these parties.”

“I know,” you whisper back, your hands wrapping around his forearms as he holds you. “But you are my boyfriend now, and I want you there. It’d be ruined without you. Can you at least try, for me, please?” You tip your head back to look at him.

He leans down, brushing his nose against yours. “Yes.”

“Thank you,” you smile. “I’ll treat you to lunch too.”

He chuckles. “Okay.”

“You can even order the most expensive thing on the menu. I’ll sugar mama you.”

He laughs with a shake of his head. “No five-star restaurants, please.”

“Never,” you mumble and turn to face him. Your arms wrap around his waist as he hugs your shoulders tightly. “There is a good burger place though.”

“Sounds perfect.”

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“We have a problem,” JJ declares loudly behind the changing curtain. You sigh and move forward to lean against the wall next to the curtain as he grumbles about buttons.

“No, you have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps getting into one.”

It happens fast as his hand darts past the curtain to wrap around your wrist and pull you into the small dressing room. You gasp as your back meets the wall, your eyes wide as you stare at him in shock. His hands pin your wrists against the wall on either side of your head.

He smirks as he leans in. His nose nearly bumps yours. “I may be an idiot, but I’m your idiot.”

You laugh, but it fades when he moves closer. His lips brush yours, and you chase him for more when he leans back. His eyebrows raise mockingly, and you can feel the teasing of a blush coloring your cheeks.

“Nuh-uh-uh,” he tuts before releasing your wrists and taking a step back. “I look like a monkey in this.”

“A cute monkey.” You tease with a shrug. “I think a bowtie is our best option. And… maybe a unicycle with an umbrella.”

He mocks a laugh before shaking his head. “I’m not going.”

“Yes, you are,” you respond while he looks in the mirror at himself. “Or would you rather I go with some kook?”

His head whips around to look at you. “That’s not funny.”

You shrug, “It’s the expectation for the guests of honor to have dates.”

He groans before closing the distance between you. His body presses yours up against the wall, and you inhale sharply. “And what about rule #5?”

“Fuck it.”

He smirks before letting his gaze flicker down to your lips and back up to your eyes. “Okay, but I want to amend our deal.”

“Fine.” You reply, trying to calm your racing heart and the explosion of butterflies in your belly at the look in his eyes. “What do you have in mind?”

“Unlimited PDA,” he proposes before pressing his mouth to yours, and his hands find their way around your waist. “All the time. Even when it’s just us.”

You shiver, and your breath catches in your throat as he slips his hands under your shirt to touch your skin. 

“No pulling away or trying to distract me.” He mumbles between kisses. “No pulling away when I touch your scars either.”

“I do not do that!”

He laughs. “You do, Baby.”

You blush and close your eyes before nodding. “Fine. Unlimited PDA. But why?”

JJ shrugs, dragging his thumb across your chin. “I like kissing you. And I’ve wanted to since I got in the car this morning.”

Your cheeks warm, and you clear your throat, aware of how his body presses to yours with only a curtain between you and the store clerks. “Okay.”

“Okay.”

Your hands press to his chest, but he does not back up. “Next thing I know, you’ll be wanting sex,” you joke.

He smirks before leaning in again, crowding you as his hands wrap around your wrists and pin your arms against the wall again. His lips brush down the length of your neck as he murmurs. “Don’t tempt me, Princess.”

You gasp as he presses every possible inch of himself against you. Your heart hammers wildly, and you are sure he can hear it. “Jay…”

He winks before he steps back, letting you go. “What color is your dress?”

“Green, so your suit can be that shade of green, black, or cream. But we both know you aren’t wearing that jacket for more than five seconds.”

He laughs before shrugging. “It’s stuffy.”

You smile before leaning in to kiss his cheek. “Fair. I’ll be outside if you want to get dressed so we can place the order and go.”

“Okay.” He watches you go without saying anything else before he glances back at the mirror. His lips are in a thin line as he takes in the kook attire. But he would do it for you since you asked and promised him unlimited kissing and touching. He grins at the idea of having you all to himself.

(Chapter Fourteen)

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[wonderinglostsoul]

Criminal Minds FanFiction Chapter 7

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: You are an FBI agent with a past and you were about to enter the BAU.

Trigger warning: BAU stuff like killing, snipping, violence, suicide

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You were healing nicely and ready to go back in a few days. You also heard that the team wrapped up there case and will be coming back tomorrow. While folding the laundry, your phone ring.

"[Y/N]" you said

"Hi." It was Aaron.

"Yes sir, what can I do for you" You were suddenly attentive.

"I just want to invite you tomorrow. It's Jack's birthday at the amusement park. The rest of the team will come."

"Sure, that would be lovely." You said enthusiastically.

"Ahm, How are you doing by the way?" He asked.

"I am healing nicely. Thank you for your concern, Sir" You answered happily.

"Aaron, I told you to call me Aaron outside work" He told you seriously,

"I am sorry, Aaron" You said emphasizing his name. He let out a low chuckle

"Alright, We'll see you tomorrow at 3." He said.

"Sure, Thanks for the invite Aaron." You answered

"Bye."

"Bye." You caught yourself smiling. Damn! You thought. You cannot catch any feelings with your boss. You shake your head and continue with your chores.

The next day, you arrived at the amusement park. There was a ferris wheel and a Merry go round. There were also booth for carnival games. You spotted Hotch immediately with Reid and JJ so you joined them.

"Hi [Y/N], how are you feeling" Reid asked while hugging you

"I am perfectly fine now." You said.

"I am glad you could come." Hotch said hugging you as well. You slip a look at JJ and she smile teasing you. You hugged her too.

"By the way this is Jack." Hotch introduces. "The most handsome birthday boy" Hotch teases Jack, both of them laughed.

"Hello Jack!" You said kneeling so you can be at his eye level. "I am [Y/N], it is nice to meet you" You said shaking his hand.

"Nice to meet you too" He said shyly.

"Happy Birthday! This is for you!" You handed him your present. Jack smiled shyly and accept the gift.

"Thank you" He said.

"You're welcome!" You stand up. Morgan and Penelope are just arriving. They greeted everyone and gave Jack his present. After a while, Rossi arrive as well. He has a bottle of wine in one hand and Jack's present on the other one. He greeted everyone and jokingly gave jack the bottle of wine. Jack was confused but Rossi told him that it was a joke and gave him his real present, everyone was laughing.

Hotch suddenly has a call. Everyone was frozen because it could be a case. He was serious while talking. And when he is done, he look us all one by one.

He sighed and said, "The cake has arrived, I'll need to get it." Then he started laughing. All of us sigh in relief and he laugh more. He also told Jack to go with uncle Reid. Reid asked Jack where he wanted to play first and Jack pointed out the booth where you need to shoot cups to win prizes. Jack also asked Henry if he wanted to come. Both of the boys comes with Reid. You got curious so you tagged along as well.

On the booth, Reid asked for 3 guns, one for each of them he also paid for them. They aim it and fire but none of the cups were hit. So Reid paid for another game but they did not hit anything again. Reid was paying for another one but you know it is a waste of money so you asked if you can play as well.

"May I join you 3 gentlemen" You asked them. Jack and Henry nod.

"Are you sure?" Reid asked. "What about your injury?"

"I can shoot with my left" You said taking your position.

"Here take my gun" Reid gave you the toy gun.

"Are you sure?" Reid just nod. You took the gun, step back and shoot. All the cups was hit and the three boys was so amaze.

"Wow teach us [Y/N]" Jack said.

"Please!" Henry begged. You smiled on both of them and nod. They squeal with excitement. This also got the attention of the team so JJ and Penelope join you.

"Alright boys, follow my lead." You said like a drill sergeant. "First, you must step backward 2x." Jack and Henry steps backward

"Make sure that the but of your gun is touching your shoulder." Both the boys followed. Hotch arrives with the cake. He asked Rossi what's happening and he said that you were teaching the kids how to shoot. He nod, impressed.

"Then look at your scope and aim at your target. dont shoot yet." Both of them aimed for there target.

"You inhale and when you do exhale you shoot." Both of the kids inhaled deeply and shoot at the same time they exhale and both of them were able to knock down a cup.

"Woah did you see that!" Jack said to Henry.

"Yeah! We are awesome." Henry said. Both of the kids high five-ing. They continue to shoot until they got the prize. Jack and Henry was so happy. They both showed it there parents.

"Oi Reid!" Morgan called him. "Should try it as well and knock down some cups." Rossi and Morgan stands up and join you. Morgan asked the custodian to give you a gun. He handed it to Reid despite his protest but Morgan was persuasive so Reid just took the gun. He followed my instruction, step back 2x, put the butt of the gun on his shoulder, aim and fire but he did not hit any of the cup. So you come with him and whispered something in his ears. His eyes widen. You step back with a smirk on your face. He aimed again, taking a deep breathe and shoot. Then BAM! He was able to hit one. He continue until he hit all the cups.

"[Y/N] I am curious what did you tell him?" Rossi asked.

"I told him that if he did not hit the cup I will shoot him in the head." You look at Reid with a teasing smile and he smile at you back. The rest of the team laughed.

You went back at the table with 2 extra prize so you gave it to Jack and Henry.

After the party, JJ and Henry has to go because Henry is already sleepy and tired. Reid also said good bye and joined JJ. Morgan and Penelope has to go as well because Penelope has a date and Rossi also needs to go because he is also having a date with the future 4th wife. Hotch thanks all of them for coming. You stayed to help Hotch cleaning up.

"We are fine, you can go if you need to." He told you.

"Its fine, I dont have any plans." You said while putting away the cake in the box.

When everything was cleaned up you help him and Jack to bring there things to the car. When everything was settled both of them said good bye.

"Jack you say good bye to [Y/N]" Hotch told him

"Good bye, [Y/N]. Thank you for the gifts" He said with a big child smile.

"You're welcome, Jack. Happy Birthday!" You told him.

"Thank you for all your help" Hotch said.

"You're welcome, Aaron." You answered, still not used on calling him on his first name but his smile upon hearing his name make you smile as well.

"How are you going home?" He asked.

"I have a motorcycle." You point the motorcycle parking at the other side of the parking lot.

"You have a motorcycle?" Jack said enthusiastically.

"Yes! I like riding them because they are fast." You said

"I like them too! Can I ride it?" He asked you, almost pleading. You look at Aaron but you know that he is skeptical but does not want to disappoint his son on his birthday. "Of course but not today because I dont have another helmet for you and it is not safe to ride a motorcycle with out the proper gear. How about I visit you at your house when I have the gear and let's have a spin?" You told him as gentle as possible. His eyes widen with joy and nod profusely.

"That is if your dad is ok with it." You added and both of you look at Aaron. You nudge Jack to mimic you and give Aaron a puppy eyes. He looked at both of you seriously.

"Fine" He said defeated. But all of a sudden Hotch's phone ring. He answers it. You both know what is it. He ended the call and look at you.

"Its a case. Lets meet at the office in an hour." He said. You nod. You said your goodbye as well and headed to your motorcycle.

Jack and Hotch went inside the car. As Hotch was revving then engine, Jack spoke

"I like [Y/N], dad. She is cool!" Hotch gave out a low chuckle,

"Me too, Jack. Me too"

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Author's note: Its a little bit biased but this is one of my fave chapter to write. Its lighthearted and you can see that Aaron was smitten with [Y/N] here.

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[persephonewritessometimes]

Moon Song / bonus chapter: moon

Summary: Hotch and Y/N's life with kids.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x (AFAB) Reader

Word Count: 3215

Warnings: pregnancy, happy, and in love!hotch&reader, mom!Y/N, babies

Playlist: Link

Author's Note: Here's the promised bonus chapter! As you can see by the word count, I got a little carried away, but I love this story so much so I hope you'll forgive me! Thanks for reading everyone, I would give you the moon if I could.

This work is meant for readers aged 18 and over. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

-5 years later-

         Aaron and I had our hands full – three kids in five years is a lot for anyone, but especially for us since we both decided to keep working. We figured it out though, and Haley and Todd have helped out a lot. I’m getting some files to Garcia when I run into JJ.

         “Oh, hey! Did you see my text?” JJ asks over her shoulder.

         “Text, text, hmmm. Probably! What was it about again?”

         “Karaoke tonight, you and Hotch coming?”

         “Oh, yeah! My parents are in town so they’re watching the kids for us so we can be there!”

         “Perfect! We hardly see you anymore!”

         “You see me at work all the time, what are you talking about?” I say with a laugh.

         “I know you have your hands full, but karaoke from time to time won’t hurt, Y/N!”

         “She’s right baby girl, where’s our karaoke fanatic?” Morgan says, crossing his arms with a smile.

         “She got married and had some kids, Morgan. I apologize if karaoke is not my top priority right now.” I fake scowl at him. “Anyway, stop distracting me, I need to take these to Garcia.” I turn and hurry to her office, rapping quickly on the door.

         “Come in beautiful!” I hear her chirp.

         “How did you know it was me?” I ask, smiling.

         “Because you’re the only one who knocks so politely, what do you have for me today?”

         “Possible homicide victims, but we’re not sure. The team is split on if they’re staged or not. Work your magic?”

         “For you, Y/N? Anything!”

         “Thank you, Garcia!” I make my way back into the bullpen to see that Hotch has called a meeting in the boardroom. I make my way up the stairs slowly, mindful of my swollen belly, and take my seat. He winks at me and starts the meeting.

         “As you know, Y/N and I are expecting twins in two months, and she’ll be on maternity leave after that. JJ has already agreed to help cover some of Y/N’s duties while she’s gone but I may need you guys to cover various tasks during her leave. Any questions?”

         “Yeah, uh, how many more kids are you going to have after this one?” Morgan says raising his hand.

         “Next question,” Hotch says shortly, and I smile.

         “I mean, just saying, if you guys would stop screwing each other’s brains out and getting pregnant again we might actually get some work done around here,” Morgan mutters, and even Reid is holding back a smile at that.

         “What was that?” Hotch says, tone dangerously low.

         “Nothing, Hotch. I didn’t say a word.” He shoots back, giving me a quick grin and I wink at him, rubbing a hand over my belly. The rest of the meeting goes off without a hitch, and I stay seated as everyone clears out.

         “There’s no need to tear Morgan to shreds, Aaron. He does kind of have a point.” I say softly, but with a smile.

         “I know, I know.” He says, pressing a chaste kiss to my forehead and then my belly. “Feeling okay today?”

         “Yes, just back pain. Twins are a lot more than a single baby. I’ll be excited when they’re finally here.” One of the babies kicks, and my hand flies down to feel it. It’s a feeling I’ve never quite gotten used to despite having three kids before these two.

         “Kicking?” Aaron asks, and I nod.

         “One of them was kicking the hell out of my ribs last night – I thought my lung was gonna burst.” He laughs and moves my hand out of the way so he can feel it. He gives me a soft look of quiet adoration and tears prick at my eyes. “Help me up?”

         “Of course.” He gently pulls me up and out of my chair, holding onto my arms as I regain my balance.

         “How many do you want after these two?” I ask Aaron, looking up into his face. He’s contemplative, waiting a moment before saying,

         “I’ll have as many as you want to have.”

         “That’s not answering the question!” I say, smacking his shoulder.

         “I don’t want to say the wrong thing! Remember last week when I got the wrong type of chips at the store? You berated me for half an hour, and I had to go back to the store and get the right chips!”

         “I told you I was sorry about that!” I exclaim, before adding “It’s not my fault you’re an idiot.” He sighs, but I know he doesn’t mean it because there’s an amused twinkle in his eyes. “I was thinking we could maybe take a break after the twins. I feel like I’ve been pregnant forever. It would be nice to be ‘just Y/N’ for a little bit.”

         “I’m perfectly fine with that.” He says, squeezing me in a hug.

         “Oh, and don’t forget, I told JJ we’d go to karaoke tonight.” He groans and I pinch his arm. “They’re complaining that you’re hiding me away in an ivory tower. Get over it.”

         “I’ll try.” He sighs again but smiles, and I make my way back to my desk to get some paperwork done.

-Later that night-

         “Aaron, does this dress look fine?” I ask, fixing my makeup in the mirror.

         “You lot hot as per usual.”

         “I look like a whale, but the sentiment is appreciated.” I grin at him. The dress is red with a deep V-neck and hugs my form.

         “You’re my beautiful wife, you always captivate me. You could wear a paper bag and I’d still be on my knees for you.” I blush – even after all these years he still makes me flustered.

         “Come on, we’re going to be late.” He helps me into the passenger seat when we get in the garage and even tries to fasten my seatbelt. “Aaron, come on, I’m not an invalid, I can fasten the damn seatbelt,” I say batting his hand away. He holds up his hands in defeat and gets in the driver’s seat. We’re a few minutes away from the bar when I ask, “Oh, hey, did you still want to clean out the garage tomorrow?”

         “Yeah, if you’re still up to it. I’m not even sure what’s in all those boxes.” When I moved in a couple of months after we officially started dating, I sold my house and boxed everything up. I’m not sure what’s in the boxes but seeing them in the garage for a couple of years straight is enough to drive anyone crazy. I had been bugging Aaron about going through them for months now, but something always came up. Fingers crossed that we’d actually have a free Saturday tomorrow to do it.

         “Me either,” I mutter. Aaron pulls into a parking spot with ease and jogs around to my side to help me get out of the car. “Thank you, my love,” I say, beaming up at him. He just grins back and kisses me.

         “HEY! LOVEBIRDS!” Morgan hoots, and we turn to look at him. “You guys are cute, but, Y/N, we need your angelic voice! All these old ass men are trying to sing oldies and we can’t take it anymore!”

         “I’m coming to the rescue, Morgan!” I say and try my best to walk quickly into the bar, but I’m waddling at best if I’m being honest. I walk right up to Cassidy, the girl who started running karaoke two years ago, and she gasps when she sees me.

         “Y/N! You’re glowing! And thank god you’re here if I have to hear one more song from the seventies, I’m going to punch myself in the face. What do you want me to queue up for you?”

         “Do you have ‘A Thousand Years’, yet? I know you didn’t last time.”

         “Let me check!” She punches it in. “It’s your lucky night, we have it! Get up on that stage!"

         "Thanks, Cassidy!" I look over my shoulder at Aaron, waiting a few feet away to help me on stage. It’s only a foot off the ground, but because I can’t really see my feet at the moment, I don’t trust myself. He lets me grab his arm and he helps me onstage. I give him a big kiss when I’m up there, and the crowd cheers.

         “Hey everyone! Long time no see, but as you can see, I’m growing not just one, but two little mini-me’s, so please, give me grace!”

         “Y/N I LOVE YOU!” Shouts a voice that sounds suspiciously like Em. The opening chords start, and I say into the mic,

         “This is for the love of my life, Aaron.”

         “HELL YEAH!” I hear him shout from a table to the side and the whole bar laughs including me.

         “The day we met, frozen I held my breath, right from the start, I knew that I’d found a home for my heart. Beats fast, colors, and promises. How to be brave? How can I love when I’m afraid to fall? But watching you stand alone; all of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow. One step closer. I have died every day waiting for you. Darling don’t be afraid; I have loved you for a thousand years. I’ll love you for a thousand more.” I sing out strong and clear, not letting the few tears that are making their way down my cheeks hinder my performance. I finish and dramatically bow as low as I can and the bar is in an uproar, screaming and yelling as Aaron pushes through the crowd to pick me up and spin me around off the stage before kissing me as if his life depends on it. I pull away and smile up at him as he wipes the stray tears off my cheeks.

         “What did I ever do to deserve you?” He whispers in my ear. We join the team back at the table and Em crushes me in a hug. It’s late when we get back that night, and I fall asleep in the car on the short ride home. Aaron helps me out of my dress and into pajamas, letting me use his shoulders to steady myself as he slides my pants on. “Beautiful.” He whispers, kissing my forehead, then my belly. It was a habit he started when I was pregnant with Georgia, and one he’s kept every pregnancy since. He puts on his pajamas as I brush my teeth and get into bed. He gets into bed shortly after and I can hear him tossing and turning.

         “What’s wrong?” I whisper.

         “Nothing.”

         “Yeah, right. What’s going on?” I turn on the bedside lamp and blink a few times.

         “I’m just antsy.” He says.

         “Why?”

         “It’s going to sound stupid.” I raise my eyebrows at him waiting for a response. “Do you think we should have found out the gender? It’s just, I’m really curious, having had three girls, I just want to know!” He says hurriedly, and when he’s done I chuckle.

         “That’s not stupid, and I understand the sentiment. I actually need to tell you something – I’ve been keeping a secret from you.” He gasps and says,

         “You know, don’t you?”

         “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I just got so curious! Do you remember that one appointment where Dr. Mitchell blinked really fast, and you asked if she had gotten something in her eye? That was a signal to me. When you stepped out to use the bathroom, she came in when you weren’t there, and we had a code. One long blink for two girls, two long blinks for two boys, and rapid blinking for a boy and a girl.” I grin at him. “We’re having one of each.”

         “No fucking way!” He kisses me quickly. “I mean, I love our girls, but I’m starting to feel a little outnumbered here.”

         I laugh and say, “Yeah, I know. I’m surprised I managed to keep it a secret for this long. I didn’t tell anyone, not even JJ. Only Dr. Mitchell and I knew. I’m sorry I kept it from you but you said you wanted to be surprised, so I’m sorry for spoiling it for you.”

         “Y/N, I’m still surprised, and thank you for telling me, now we can talk names.” I laugh.

         “If you want to name the boy, I’m okay with that. I know I’ve kind of had the final say for the girls, so, just this once, I’ll let you decide.”

         “I’ll think on it. What do you want to name the girl?”

         “Well, we already have Phoebe, Georgia, and Bridget. I want something that sounds good with their names. I’ve literally had seven months to think about it and I have zero ideas.” I laugh.

         “Well, you’ve got two more months so better get to thinking.” We talk for a few more minutes before I turn out the light and quickly fall asleep. I’m awoken the next morning, not by my alarm, which I had turned off, or by Aaron’s soft lips rousing me gently from sleep, but by the sound of my little girls, whom my parents must have just dropped off at the house. I blink open my eyes and feel a soft body against mine – it’s Georgia, my five-year-old, and eldest.

         “Good morning mama!” She whispers, pushing her dark hair back from her face. She’s a carbon copy of Aaron, with dark eyes, a drawn yet bright face, and dark hair. I kiss her little forehead and whisper,

         “Georgia, Georgia! Good morning, beautiful!” She beams up at me. “Do you have a good night with grandma and grandpa?”

         “Yes! They let us eat ice cream for breakfast!” I raise my eyebrows at that.

         “Oh, really?”

         “Don’t tell them! They told us not to tell!” She whispers.

         “I won’t tell. Your secrets are always safe with me.” I hug her close to my body and we lay like that for a while, our breathing syncing. One of the babies kicks and she giggles putting her small hand on my belly to feel it kick again.

         “It feels funny, mama!” I laugh,

         “Yes, pretty girl, it does feel funny!” I look down at her little hand, so small compared to my belly and I sniffle a few times.

         “Oh, mama is sad?”

         “No, baby, mama is happy, very, very happy.” We get out of bed, I pee, and then we make our way down the stairs into the kitchen.

         “Good morning, beautiful,” Aaron says, kissing me as I pad up behind him. He’s got Phoebe, our three-and-a-half-year-old perched on his hip while he scrambles eggs. Bridget, our one-and-a-half-year-old is in her highchair, grinning at me when I swoop in and kiss her little nose. “Your parents are in the living room.” I make my way into the living room, Georgia trailing me like a shadow. I hug my mom who makes every excuse to touch my belly and I let her. My dad is already watching reruns on the sports channel, but he gives me a big bear hug when I sit next to him on the couch. Georgia sits next to me, and I tickle her sides until she’s giggling and I’m smiling so big my face hurts. Aaron brings me a slice of toast and some of the eggs he was scrambling, and I thank him, scarfing it down, letting Georgia steal some of my eggs, and pretending I didn’t catch her doing it. Soon enough I’m ready to take on the garage cleaning and go upstairs to put on sweats and a t-shirt. It’s still the tail end of winter but we’ve had a few warm days here and there. Regardless I grab one of Aaron’s quarter-zips and pull it on. It barely fits over my belly, but I feel cozy. I slide on a pair of slippers, feet always too swollen to feel like wearing actual shoes around the house, and meet Aaron in the garage.

         The process is slow, opening a box, looking at what’s inside, and deeming whether it’s ‘keep’, ‘toss’, or ‘donate’. We’re about halfway through the boxes, most of the stuff going in the donate pile when I see the corner of a thick piece of paper.

         “What is this?” I murmur, pulling it out. Staring back at me is the poster Aaron gave me at the bookstore, a little faded, but still beautiful. “Oh. I didn’t know I kept this.”

         “What did you find?” Aaron says, coming over.

         “If I could give you the moon, I would give you the moon. I still mean it.” He gets quiet at that. We talk about the past a lot, mostly just so we can try to understand each other. We ask questions of each other, why I said something, and why he reacted a certain way. That’s how we healed.

         “You know, I feel like I didn’t know you then, and I’ll never understand why it feels like I did.” He rests his hands on my stomach and kisses the side of my head, simply waiting for me to say something or signal that I’m done. “You know, when you sent me that letter, I realized, only the lucky ones come home. I feel very lucky indeed to have known you and get to love you.”

         “Can I ask you something?” He asks quietly.

         “Anything,” I say, turning slightly to face him and placing the poster back in the box.

         “When I took that bullet for you, what did you mean when you said, ‘and you’re holding me like water in your hands’?” I stiffen.

         “You heard that?”

         “I didn’t hear all of it, but I heard that. I just didn’t want to pressure you about it.”

         “I – I meant that it felt like you were trying to hold me and keep me, but I was just water, always meant to slip from your fingers. But I guess that didn’t turn out to be true, did it?” I give him a small smile, and he’s studying my face.

         “Every time I looked at you, I felt like I was running out of time. I found myself slipping up in meetings, staring at you longer than I should, and I thought to myself: either I’m careless or I wanna get caught. Every time you open your mouth, I’m in awe of you, the most poetic dream came flowing like the sea from your lips.” My lip twitches, the only sign I’m about to start crying. “I don’t know what I did to deserve this life, to deserve you, and I’ll thank whoever is up in that big sky every day that they lead me home to you.”

         “Aaron,” I whisper. He cups my face with his hands, leaning his forehead against mine. Before pulling away quickly. “What, what is it?”

         “What if we named her ‘Moon’, the girl? As an homage to our past.”

         “I love it,” I say, smiling through my tears. He kisses me and I hear Georgia laughing from inside, her small voice soon joined by two others. I wish I could stay in this moment forever; I’ve never known happiness like this before, and I know that with Aaron, with my family, I will be happy for as long as I live.

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Ghosts from the Past

   Chapter 1

 "Danny, we're going to be late, please put your shoes on!" Jazz all but whines to her even littler brother. Yeah, long story short, Danny told mom and dad he was Phantom, it did not go well, so clockwork de-aged Danny to be a four-year-old, again. The two had moved to Gotham, under Nightengale. So now they were Jasmine and, Danny Nightengale. Jazz was doing her clinical internship at Arkarhm Assylum, and Danny went to preschool. 

  "I don't wanna weave you." Danny whines, stomping his foot. "I know, Danny, but it's only until 4:30, then I'll pick you up and we can watch all the slasher movies you want." Jazz tries to bribe, but Danny just starts crying. "I want JJ!" He cries as Jazz sighs, forcing his shoes on his feet and his coat on. "Danny, there is no JJ." Jazz says as the little boy continues to cry as the two make their way into the hallway. "JJ!" Danny cries right as their neighbor from across the hall exits his apartment. "Danny I don't know who that is." Jazz says, trying to calm down the little boy. "Ah, little tyke upset?" Their neighbor asks, as Jazz nods as the three get on the elevator. "Yeah, he keeps crying for a JJ, but I don't know who that is, and I know all his friends from preschool and his teachers." Jazz says as their neighbor looks at Danny. "Danny?" He whispers as Danny looks at him. "JJ!" He giggles as Jazz looks at the neighbor. "Last time I saw you, you were four, that was 11 years ago, you should be 15, little tyke," Jason says, as Jazz's mind races. "You're his biological brother." She whispers as JJ looks up at her. "You're not the adopted mom." He says as Danny wiggles out of Jazz's arms. "Uppie!" He whines as JJ complies. "We're not going to go to preschool today." Jazz says, hitting the button for their floor. 

  "What the hel-heck happened?" JJ asks, as Jazz sighs, as Danny runs and grabs a book about space. "JJ wead to me?" Danny asks, as Jazz sighs. "Not right now, Danny, we have to tell JJ the truth." Jazz says as Danny shakes his head. "Uh-uh." Danny says, as he runs back to his room. "Danny!" Jazz says, as she stands up. "Danny he's your brother he deserves to know." Jazz says, as she sits in front of his door. "I wanna go home." He whispers as Jazz sighs. "Danny, you know why we can't do that." Jazz says as Danny opens his door, and hugs Jazz. Danny has such big feelings for a tiny little boy. "Now, are you ready to go and tell JJ what happened?" Jazz asks, as Danny nods. "Do you want me to tell him or you?" Jazz asks, as Danny taps her. "Okay, I can do that." She whispers, picking him up and going back to the living room. 

 "So sorry about that JJ, Danny here, has quite big emotions." Jazz says as JJ nods as the two sit in the arm chair across from him. "My name is Jazz Nightengale, you of course know Danny. But what you don't know is, our, my, parents, hunt ghosts. And their crowning achievement was opening a portal into their demintions known as the Ghost Zone. Well, it didn't work, so Danny very stupidly," Jazz says pointedly as Danny's face blushes. "Took a look inside and turned the portal on, turning him into a half ghost." Jazz says, gauging JJ's reaction to the news. He seemed to be handling it well enough.

"But your parents." He says as she sighs and nods. "But my parents are ghost hunters, and so when Danny, after a year of being the town's only hero against the other ghosts, he finally told them. And it did not go well. They called in the GIW; Ghost Investigation Ward, or Guys in White, they um, they're the government's ghost hunters. So the god of time, de-aged Danny, and set us up here, in Gotham." Jazz finishes and Danny peaks his head out of Jazz's neck. "JJ?" Danny asks, as JJ smiles and ruffles his hair.

"You, my little brother, will never have to worry about this GIW, ever again, your big brother's gonna make sure of it." JJ says, as Danny smiles, looking up at Jazz, who frowns. "Jazz?" Danny asks, as Jazz looks to JJ. "JJ, you can't promise us that, not when Danny's existence is illegal." Jazz says as JJ stares at her. "Jazz, you told me your guys' secret, so I'm going to tell you mine. When I was about 12 years old, I was pseudo adopted by Bruce Wayne, and became Robin to Batman, his second Robin. When I was 15 years old, the uh, Joker, he used my mother, to get me into a warehouse by myself to save her. He ended up killing me. A woman by the name of Tailia al Ghoul took my body and dumped me into a Lazerous Pit, bringing me back to life. I became RedHood." JJ says as Danny gasps. "I wove WedHood!" Danny says, jumping up and down. "You, you do?" JJ asks, as Jazz smiles. "Yeah, WedHood is so cool, he kicks the bad guys asses!" Danny shouts making Jazz blush and JJ laugh. "Danny." Jazz scolds. "He does." Danny says with a shrug.

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Swap Across the CrystalVerse Chapter 15: The Bad End

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Jackie lands by himself. Unlike the isolation of the last location, this time he is in an urban area. It's twilight, with bright light coming from windows and street lamps. He's arrived in a small green location, a closed-in park, if it can be called that when Jackie can see all of the corners from where he's standing in the center. And though he's landed without any of his companions, he is not alone. 

"Whoa!" a voice says in surprise. A couple is standing around, under the only big tree in this park-like area. One is a man with brown hair, wearing a jacket and fingerless gloves, and the other is a woman with dyed-blonde hair, wearing an oversized green hoodie. They're both staring at Jackie. 

"So," the woman says, identifying herself as the shouter. "They were right, after all." 

The man nods. "I mean... of course. They're usually right, even if, uh, this hasn't happened before."

Jackie shakes himself out and then jumps as he hears the shout. He holds his hands up and then blinks at the couple. "uh.... who was... right about what? ...Something about me I'm guessing?" He laughs nervously, messing with his hair.

"Yeah." The man laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Our... friend, Sam. They told us you'd be here. I mean, not you specifically, They actually said that it might be one of four people and one of them might be dangerous, but uh... yeah. We know you're from another universe." 

"I'm Stacy," the woman says. "This is Chase."

Jackie blinks more, "Oh... okay well... that makes this a whole lot easier then. That's... a relief." He does looks pretty surprised to see Chase and Stacy but- he really should be getting used to this by now, huh? He points to himself with his thumb, putting his other hand in his jacket. "I'm Jackie. Nice to meet ya both."

Chase laughs again. "Yeah, I can see it. You look like how our Jackie looked." 

Stacy glances around. "We shouldn't stay in one place too long," she mutters. "If there's supposed to be four of you, we need to find the other three. I hope Sam was right about where they'd be. I hope that our teams can find them." 

"Jack can check on them," Chase says, looking to the side like he's looking at something invisible. "Right? Okay, yeah. No, go on, the sooner the better." 

One of the nearby street lamps flickers, a few sparks flying off from the bulb. "Sorry, you're probably really confused," Stacy says to Jackie. "But we can talk while we walk."

"Uh... yeah- massively but, that'd be grand." Jackie says, looking around anxiously. "...I also don't like how you said... 'looked'. But.. I feel like that'll get explained? Hopefully?"

Chase sighs as they start to walk. "Yeah... um. So. I don't know how things work in your universe, Sam didn't explain that, but here we have, uh... someone. We can't say his name, that draws his attention, but he's like--like a living glitch." 

"That doesn't really explain much," Stacy points out. 

"Look, it's hard to explain. Basically, this guy started out by haunting me and my friends, a-and then, somehow, he learned how to mind control people. We call it corruption. Our Jackie got corrupted, a-and then the rest of us did. And then he started moving on to corrupting other people, too." 

"There's a small group of us who know about this," Stacy adds. "We're stuck in hiding, trying to figure out a way to fix this. Recently, though, we did make a breakthrough. We might be able to uncorrupt people, a-and Sam says that if we uncorrupt the rest of Chase's friends, we can go after him directly."

Jackie listens with wide eyes, "...oh... woah. That's... that's like super intense right off the bat." He pushes his hair back and takes a shaky breath. "Okay so... wait-" He looks at Chase, "did you get... corrupted too? you said- the rest of us did. I'm assuming you mean like... me, you, henrik, jj and ...marvin?"

Chase hesitates, then nods. "Y-yeah. I did. I just got freed recently, actually." 

"The first time something like that happened," Stacy adds. 

"A-and you're right, it was the five of us," Chase says. "Our friend Jack was put in a coma... though, uh, apparently he... broke free of it? I-it's hard to explain." 

"Basically his mind is wandering around as a ghost," Stacy explains. "With similar powers to him." 

"A-and sorry for all the intensity," Chase adds. "I just... don't know what he would do if the corrupted found you and your friends. So we have to go fast. Wh-where do you guys usually appear? Sam told us possible locations, but They weren't sure."

“Well… I guess now we know it’s possible…” Jackie mumbles, nervously playing with his hoodie strings. “Um… I dunno- usually near… others like us. Which if like- the rest of them are corrupted… that’s really not good-“

Stacy inhales sharply. "Yeah. No. Not good." 

"Most of them don't even leave the Place all that often," Chase mutters. "Oh. Uh, that's like... a pocket dimension. Where the corrupted have their main base." 

"We'll get you back to our hideout first," Stacy says. 

“O-Okay…” Jackie replies quietly, looking pale. God… could these corrupted guys be more powerful then bro and Alt? And maybe even Mag? That’s… terrifying to think about honestly. He sticks close to Stacy and Chase, eyeing the shadows like anything could pop out at them- holding Alt’s pocket knife he still forgot to give back. 

The group walks up to an alleyway, walking into it. There's a door tucked away here, one that looks like it hasn't been opened in years. Stacy opens it up, revealing a staircase going downwards.

Jackie blinks at the entrance, looking around. “Woah- okay… gonna ignore how that’s very creepy.” He follows them down. 

"You get used to it," Stacy says. 

There's a camping lantern hanging on the wall just where it starts to get dark. She grabs it, turning it on. The staircase ends, and a rough stone tunnel leads ahead into the darkness. 

"There are tons of caves under the city," Chase explains. "Entrances all over for, like, spelunkers and urban explorers and shit. But not all the caves are mapped, so that's where the group hides out." 

Jackie whistles, impressed. “Damn- hope nobody has claustrophobia.” He mutters.

"They open up eventually," Chase says. "But yeah. Marvin would hate it here."

“…Alt might too. He’s been kinda… weird about tight spaces lately. But… if it’s the only safe space I’m sure he’ll understand.” He shakes his head, “Alt’s one of my friends by the way. The other is Chase- like you. But he also goes by Bro Fantastic- he’s a superhero. So… hopefully he’ll be okay…”

Chase laughs. "A superhero? Bro, I'd love to be a superhero. The Jackie here was actually doing some vigilante work before--he didn't have any powers but it's the closest thing to a superhero we had. His day job wasn't that exciting, though, just food delivery. Then Hen was a doctor, a surgeon, Marvin did stage shows, JJ... is a bit complicated, he did some work from home, and Jack made videos on YouTube, let's plays." 

"This guy made YouTube stuff too," Stacy says, nudging Chase. "Throwing stuff around the house." 

"Trickshots! They were... averagely popular."

“Hey! I’m a YouTuber too! I do parkour- recreating stuff from comics and movies.” Jackie says with a grin. “Man… always so weird to see so many places have stuff similar but… we’re the odd ones out. It’s always hard to imagine my lads the way yours are.” He laughs. “Alt’s a magician- in like the learning magic sense. He also does shows though- illusion shows with like neat lights and stuff. Our Jays is a doctor- a therapist. And Henny, he’s the actor- a damn good one too despite being deaf.”

"Whoa, really? Alt sounds cool," Chase says, grinning. "Marvin does magic too--real magic." 

Jackie grins. “Alt is cool. He can be… kinda rough around the edges but he’s a good kid, deep down.” 

"Can't picture Henrik being deaf," Stacy comments. 

"Yeah, that's a bit weird. So I'm guessing you know BSL then? All of us do, too, since JJ can't talk. That could come in handy."

“Yeah we know it. I sprung to learn it once Henrik came along. I knew some from knowing J is college though. Sometimes he goes non-verbal. …more so recently.” Jackie mutters.

Chase sighs. "Yeah. Marvin did the same thing, sometimes. And since the... well, he doesn't talk much now." He shakes his head. "Anyway. Hopefully that'll be in the past soon." 

"Hopefully," Stacy adds. "Oh, careful here, the floor gets a bit steep as it slopes."

“Mmmm…” Jackie hums in worry. “…the other person we’re with… Mag. Or Magnificent… he used to be our Marvin. Or… my Marvin… at least. He got… corrupted in a way. His own fault though… I dunno how he’s gonna hold up against these corrupted guys but… figured you know now.” He nods to Stacy and carefully makes his way down the cave slope.

"Hmm." Chase hums. "Well... when you're corrupted, you don't feel pain, and and you don't get exhausted. You're stronger and faster since you can push your body to the limits. And you get... weird powers." He scratches the back of his hand through the fingerless glove he's wearing. "They're really varied, and a corrupted will only have one or two, but they'll be very good at the powers they have. What about your Magnificent?"

“Mag still kinda feels pain but it’s definitely reduced. And he still gets tired - thank god. Don’t think he needs to eat anymore though? I think he like- lives off magic. So he can steal that from people.” Jackie says, “He also has like- mind magic. Can hypnotize you and shit and… make you a puppet or pet. He has other magic too but he… goes for that first. Trying to break your mind.”

"Well that's the same at least," Chase mutters in response to that last part. "Wonder if he'll be able to affect the corrupted ones or if the corruption, uh, supersizes that." 

"Supersedes," Stacy corrects. "It means to take the place of something." 

"Really? Oh, uh, I guess the new magic would be the superseder, then."

"Hm... I'm not sure... But I bet Mag would probably try to find out," Jackie grumbles. "He's very proud of his magic. Overconfient, usually. He's a prick."

Chase laughs. "Well... guess we might find out eventually." 

They continue down into the depths of the tunnels. 

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Bro and Alt land right next to each other, falling hard onto a cement sidewalk. This is a run-down part of a city, with closed shops and some trash bags piled up against the walls. Everything looks closed and empty.

Alt groans and glitches to sit up, rubbing at his face. He blinks when he sees the bright orange of his brother's jacket and glitches over to help him up. "Chase!" 

Bro laughs, letting Alt help. "Hey! We ended up together this time!" 

Alt smiles and chuckles quietly, "Yeah... a bit of relief, huh?" He looks around as he helps him and Bro up. "...this place is... creepy as fuck." 

"Yeah no agreed." Bro mumbles.

The creepy atmosphere is not helped by the shadow of someone moving inside one of the closed-looking shops.

Alt and Bro jump slightly as the shadow moves. "...should we like... go say hi?" Bro asks quietly. 

"What? No!" Alt hisses. 

“What if its one of us? We land near them more often then not!" 

"I think i'd rather not knock on the door of a run down shop in the middle of abandoned nowhere!" Alt emphasizes. He grabs Bro's arm, "C-C'mon Chase- let's just... go! Get out of this place at least..."

Beep. Beep. Beep. The sound comes from the TRVLR. 

Alt's stomach drops. He let's go of Chase and slowly pulls the TRVLR out, checking the message. 

"Alt? What's wrong?" Bro asks quietly, looking over his shoulder.

The screen displays a message in white letters on black. 

WARNING 

Current Location: 50.91125, -0.31761 in universe UA-0503019BE is currently undergoing unusual space-time phenomena. 

Caution is advised. Please jump at the first sign of danger. 

Alt calms down a bit, it's not the same message he got in that horror world. But still... not a good sign. 

"What does that mean?" Bro asks. 

Alt shakes his head, "Not entirely sure but... means we need to be careful." 

And then the door of the closed shop opens, and out steps a man in an old red hoodie and blue boots. He has unkempt brown hair, and his eyes are hidden by black sunglasses. Strange. It's too dark to need them. 

"Anti?" the man says. "You found him? You didn't tell me you were going out. Wait, you didn't take Voice? Why, is something wrong with him?"

The brothers jumps again as the door opens. Alt glitches in place and swallows slowly. He tries to speak but he finds his throat closing up. 

Bro takes up his silence, squinting at the man. "The fuck are you talking about? Who is Voice? Also- this guy may look like whoever you know as Anti but he's not- his name is Alt. Only I can call him Anti- thank you very much."

The man takes a step backwards. He stares at Alt, confused. "You're... not him. I mean... that would explain why you look like that. I was so confused about who Anti would have been..." He looks back and forth between Bro and Alt. "If you don't know about Voice, then you're not with us. But... he's glitching. Why?"

Alt shakes his head, "...w-we're from another universe... Where I... I'm Anti and he's Chase but we're... different." 

"Yeah so- who are you? ... I mean probably Jackie cuz of the red hoodie. Isn't that weird? Always a guy that looks kinda like the rest of us but put him in a red hoodie and woah- it's Jackie." Bro laughs, more at ease then Alt is.

 Alt is staring at the man, his paranoia at an all time high.

The man stiffens at the mention of 'Jackie.' "Don't fucking call me that," he snaps. "That's not my name anymore. What the hell are you talking about, from another universe?" He shakes his head, then reaches into his pocket and takes out a phone. He texts something, fingers moving quickly.

Bro's face falls, "...w-what? ...i-if you're not Jackie then... w-who are you?" 

"Well, I was Jackie," the man says. "But I changed my name after Anti helped me--" 

Alt's eyes narrow and start to spark slightly. "It means what it means. We're not from here. We're from a parallel world." He notices the phone and then flicks his wrist to try to blast the phone out of his wrist with some electricity.

Alt's lightning hits the man's hand, causing it to spasm and the phone to fall out. 

"Alt! What are you doing?!" Bro gasps. 

"None of this is adding up, Chase- and if he knows an Anti... I don't trust it." Alt growls. 

The man looks down at the phone. Then back up at Alt and Bro. "Oh. Okay." Static tinges his voice. "I see how it is. Well, I got my answer, anyway." He takes off the sunglasses, revealing pitch black eyes underneath. And then he lunges at the two of them with surprising speed.

The brothers both shudder as they see the man's black eyes and static voice. Alt tries to flicker up a shield to protect them- but the man easily barrels through it.

He pushes Bro to the side and grabs Alt, knocking him to the ground. Bro shouts as he's thrown. 

Squares of blue and red static form around the man. Alt watches as one cuts into his skin like it's a physical thing, and yet the man doesn't even flinch. "Come with me, please," the man says, grinning, and starts dragging Alt down the street.

Alt screeches and tries to fight his way out of the man's grip- and tries to glitch away. Bro quickly pushes himself up and tries to help get Alt away.

Alt manages to glitch out and falls into Bro's arms and both of them go flying back. 

Alt is breathing heavily, hurriedly getting to his feet and sparking magic in his hands. "N-No! Don't touch me!" He shouts at the man.

The man blinks, looking surprised at Alt's glitching. Then he laughs. "Nice trick!" He pulls something out of his pocket and rushes them again.

Alt falters and tries to shoot lightning at him but misses wildly. 

Bro is pushing himself up, "H-He has to be... posessed or something right?? Jackie! S-Snap out of it!"

"I'm--not--Jackie!" the man shouts, grabbing Alt once more and pressing the item from his pocket to his throat. A knife. "Jackie was weak. Jackie couldn't do anything. But I'm so much better now. Now that Anti has helped me, now that Anti has given me power." 

The man bares his teeth in a maniacal grin. "My name is Error, and if you try anything, I'll kill this one."

Alt freezes instantly, his blood roaring his ears as he starts to quietly panic. 

Bro tries to reach out but freezes too as he threatens Alt. "P-Please... d-don't do this! Just... let him go please-!" He begs.

"No. Anti wants to see him." Error starts dragging Alt backwards. "But I'm sure he'd understand if something happened in the struggle." 

Bro cries out, "No! Y-You can't" He's having vivid flashbacks of Alt getting kidnapped all those years ago. Why can't he get himself to move??

Behind Bro, Alt sees something. One of the street lamp flickers, and a bit of white static shoots down to the ground, becoming an outline of a human, complete with clothes and hair. The static figure sees this happening and freezes, seemingly in fear.

Alt wants to struggle but the knife has him completely stiff. He sees the figure behind Bro and tries to shout out, "H-Help! Please!' 

The figure pauses, thinking quickly. And then it runs forward, passing right through Bro--who sees nothing whatsoever--and reaching out for Error and Alt. 

Alt feels static rush along him, kind of like--like those times when he fused with other Antis. But this time a fusion does not happen. Instead the static figure disappears and Error's eyes are suddenly filled with white static. He drops the knife and backs away from Alt. The red and blue glitches around him surge, more appearing, tearing the fabric of his hoodie and the skin beneath. 

Alt stiffens as the feeling of static rushes through him. As soon as the knife drops Alt glitches over to Bro who grabs him and holds him close- Alt is shaking like a leaf and Bro doesn't look much better. 

"You h-have to run," Error's voice says--though the inflections sound nothing like him. "I c-can't keep c-control for long."

Alt stares at the white eyed Error and stutters out to speak. "W-Who are you?"

“My name’s Jack,” the person says. Error’s eyes flicker, turning pure black again for a moment. “Go! Get underground!” 

Error’s body collapses.

Bro and Alt’s eyes widen. Then, Bro grabs Alt and half slings him over his shoulder, running away as fast as he can away from Error’s body. 

“G-Get underground?! How do we get underground??” Bro asks through pants. 

“I-I dunno…!” Alt breathes, too panicked to really protest Bro grabbing him.

Behind them, Error gets to his feet again. "Get back here!" he shouts, running after them. Holy shit, this guy is fast! He's already right on their heels! 

"Chaassee!" Alt calls in panic, tugging on him. 

Bro looks behind them and then curses, trying to pick up speed. "F-Fucking shit!" 

The street lamps over head flicker and Alt sees the static figure again. It--Jack?--gestures to the left at an upcoming intersection.

Alt sees Jack and once they get to the intersection, Alt tugs on Bro and whispers, "Left!" Bro looks at him confused but doesn't question it and he makes a hard left turn.

This street is just as empty as the other one, though there are now cars parked that indicate people are nearby. Error isn't phased by the possibility of being seen. He skids a bit while turning, losing a bit of speed, but quickly makes up for it. 

Jack appears and gestures for the two of them to head down an alleyway.

Alt looks around and once he spies Jack he tugs and points where he does, "In there!" 

"Bro I have no idea how you know this but I trust you!" Bro mutters as he stumbles and hurries down the alleyway.

The alleyway ends in a wall, with a flimsy wooden door. Jack rushes towards it and gestures for the guys to go through it.

Bro slows down and huffs in panic, seeing the wall. "No! What??" 

Alt sees the door and glitches out of Bro's arms and pushes Bro towards the door. "G-Get inside there! I'll hold him back!" He faces the rest of the alleyway and makes a glitching shield to try to cut Error off. 

Bro hesitates then nods and opens up the door to try to get inside-

Beyond is a staircase leading down. At the very bottom is a faint light, provided by a camping lantern. 

Bro pants and heaves after all that running and glances back at Alt before quickly heading down- he's sure Alt will glitch down to meet him in a second!

The staircase ends in a room with white plaster walls, wired and lightbulbs along the ceiling, and a rough stone floor underfoot. Three tunnel entrances branch off, turning into rough caves. One is blocked off by warning tape. 

Error runs past the alleyway entrance at first, but then reappears once he notices the shield. "Oooo, pretty," Error says--and somehow it doesn't sound as mocking as that phrase usually would when coming from a villain's mouth. Then he shakes his head, as if regaining his concentration, and straight-up rushes the shield. 

Alt isn't expecting Error to rush the shield and it mildly shocks Error as he hits it. But then it very quickly shatters in an explosive manner. Alt flies back and hits the wall and quickly tries to glitch back to his feet, stumbling over himself as spots dance in his eyes. He notices the door and rushes to shut it- not wanting Error to get in.

Error seems unbothered by the shocks and leaps at Alt, tackling him and pinning him to the wall. "Hi," he grins. "Are you going to come with me by yourself, or do I need to knock you out or something?"

Alt gets tackled and cries out, looking at Error with a bit of fear. 

Bro hears the door slam behind him and hurries to try to get to the door, "A-Alt?!" 

Alt hears Chase and finds himself more scared of Error finding him- and maybe even Jackie. He glares at Error and then whispers quietly, "...I'll- I'll come with you. Just... just leave my brother alone." 

Bro's eyes widen and he tries to open the door but they're both up against it. He hits the door and yells out, "NO! Don't you fucking dare! Anti!" He screams at the end, making Alt wince and then shut his eyes.

"Hmm." Error blinks. "I guess he would be more interested in talking to you..." He pauses. "Alright." And he smiles. "In that case, let's go." He pulls Alt away from the wooden door and opens it up again-- But instead of the staircase from before, it opens up into a strange place. A place with a floor made of corrugated metal and black, featureless walls that stretch up into a high ceiling. Red light fills the space. On the other side of the door, Bro feels as though it's still blocked. 

"After you," Error prompts.

Bro desperately tries to burst down the door, tears in his eyes. "Anti!! ANTI!!" 

Alt staggers a bit as he's pulled away and looks at the new doorway with its red light with increasing dread. He closes his eyes and swallows shakily, telling himself he's doing the right thing. Bro would be able to find the others... and he can find out more about the threats and hopefully warn him. Then, he sets his face in determination and walks inside.

Error follows him, closing the door behind him. The moment it's shut it flies open again beneath the strength of Bro's fists, back to normal.

Bro falls a bit as the door is burst open and hurries back out into the alleyway, desperately looking around. "A-Alt?! Anti! W-Where are you?! Y-You- you better not have-!" 

When he's met with silence, tears fall down his face as he looks around hopelessly. "...A..Anti?"

Silence. Stark, deafening silence. 

After another beat, Bro hangs his head and lets out a roar of anger and frustration, punching the nearest wall and then falling against it, breaking down. "No...! No no no! FUCK!" His sobs quickly take over the silence, echoing around the alley as it comes crashing down on him. He was supposed to protect him! Why did he leave him?! He should have been there! He was right there and-! 

Moments pass. Bro is alone in the alley. Until, finally, there's sound. Footsteps. Coming from... behind him? Echoing up the stairway that he just came from.

Bro almost doesn't hear it- but he finally starts to bring himself back out and pull himself together when he hears it. He gasps and backs up, holding his fists out in front of him and getting into shaking fighting stance, his eyes glowing blue. 

Five people walk up the staircase, a whole group. They stop short upon seeing Bro with his eyes glowing blue. Three women, two men. They... look terrible. Like they'd been wearing the same clothes for a couple days. They also all have weapons. Knives on sheathes around their waists, mostly, but one of the women--one with short dark hair--has a freaking shotgun on her back. Pretty much all of them go for their weapons soon, but the one with the shotgun holds up a hand calmly. 

"This... may sound strange," she says in an accented voice. "But are you from another universe?"

Bro's eyes widen and he slowly lowers his fists, taking in the look of all of them. They can see the tear streaks on his face and his red-rimmed eyes. "Um... y-yes... Yes I am... how... how did you know?"

"We were told people from another world would be coming here," the woman says slowly. "Strange, but the source is reliable. We... came here to find you all before something... bad happened..." She trails off. 

"Are you okay?" another shorter woman asks. 

"You can't just ask that, Rya," a redheaded man says. 

"Yeah I can, Kiernan." 

Bro blinks in a bit of confusion and then deflates, wiping at his face. He looks away. "...I was h-here with my brother but... this guy- he... he said he was called Error he... he took him. He took him and I couldn't stop them even though I was right there-!" His voice gets choked up at the end and he quickly shuts his mouth and shakes his head.

Every single one of the group immediately softens. 

"Hey," a woman with long blonde hair says. "We know how you feel. They've taken a lot of people. I lost my brother, too." 

"Error is the worst of them," a man with long black hair says. "It's okay. You did everything you could, I'm sure." 

"We... we might be able to help," the woman with the accent says. "We know about them. There is this group of people... they are being controlled. And they keep taking people to control more. Maybe--maybe with our knowledge, we could get him back before anything terrible happens."

Bro's stomach drops heavily as they mention the group is being taken to be controlled. He looks immediately pale. "... fucking Alt...! What did you do?" He whispers to himself. He looks back to the group and nods, "...Yeah... p-please I... I could use your help. I don't want my brother to suffer there..."

The woman nods. "We can hurry back to the place we're hiding. Maybe more of the others from your world are there. Once there, we talk about how to get him back, yes? Time is not consistent between our world and that Place. I'm sure we have enough time to plan."

Bro nods again, "O-Okay... I'll follow your lead."

"Okay. I am Trisha, this is Rya, Jennifer, Kiernan, and Oliver." 

Bro quickly follows after them. "Um... I'm Chase. ...good to meet you all."

Trisha turns and heads back down the stairs. 

"Down here. The leader of this group, the one controlling them, can see through cameras all over the city. We need to be somewhere away from technology." 

Bro’s eyes narrow as he hears about the leader. He grits his teeth and snarls. "... Anti. That's what he's called, isn't he? Fucking... taking my brother's name and tainting it...!"

"Don't say his name!" Rya hurriedly says. 

Trisha looks back at him apologetically. "He can hear when people say his name. We do not want to draw his attention. But... you are correct." 

Bro's eyes widen and he curses, "Motherfucker-! I just... said his name like a bunch of times!" 

"Chase, huh?" Oliver says. "Like Stacy's ex." 

Bro sighs and nods, "Um... I'm actually dating a girl named Stacy back home but... I bet you're thinking of Chase Brody, huh? ...that's me. Parallel universes and shit..."

"Parallel worlds," Kiernan mutters. "So fucking weird." 

The group reaches the bottom of the staircase and heads straight for the tunnel with the warning tape.

Trisha brushes aside the warning tape. "Rya, you take the lead with the lantern." Rya nods and walks past her. "So... do you have a group of friends? Henrik, Jameson, Jackie, Marvin, and Jack?"

Bro nods, "Yeah... Jackie is here somewhere... and technically Marvin but... he's not our friend. He's a mad magician always using me and my friends for power and shit but... um... Henrik and JJ are back home. And Jack too I guess... I dunno, he's more friends with my brother than me."

"Stacy did say that Sam said one of the visitors would be dangerous," Trisha mutters as the group continues down the tunnel. "Well... in that case, we should tell you. In this world, all but the version of you are being controlled by him."

Bro stops in his tracks, his eyes wide. "...R-Really? ... Everyone?" He pales and then tries to keep going. "...how? How did that happen?"

Trisha shakes her head. "I do not know. Chase does not talk about it much, and Henrik thought it safer to not contact me during the time. Well, he decided to come for me anyway, but it was probably smart at the time. But we do know that Jackie--Error--was the first one."

"that's... that's awful.." Bro breathes, shaking his head. "Jackie's always so... bright and optimistic... it's hard to think he's..." He shuts his mouth and curls his hands into fists.

Trisha nods slowly. "I know..." she says quietly. "A lot of us know." She takes a deep breath. "It's some walk there. I hope you are as athletic as you look. Hopefully your other friend is already in our hideout." 

Bro chuckles humorously, "Yeah... I can keep up." He looks out at the long expanse and sighs, "Let's hope..." 

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Magnificent appears, falling a short distance and landing in some sort of big box. Nope. Not a box. It's a dumpster. There are a few bags of trash in there, but thankfully, nothing loose. The dumpster is out back behind a building, probably a retail business of some kind but it's hard to tell from the back.

Magnificent yelps as he falls but as soon as he realizes where he is he yells in disgust and teleports out. He shakes himself off and dusts off his clothes, shuddering like a cat with wet fur. "F-Fucking Disgusting!"

Soon after he teleports out, he hears something. A scream. It sounds like it comes from nearby.

Magnificent jumps at the sound and then makes a face, almost like he's disgusted. He decides to start walking the opposite way. "Not dealing with that shit-" He mutters, trying to magic the rest of his outfit clean.

As he walks along this small back street between the backs of buildings... he realizes something. He's not alone. There is someone following him. He can hear their footsteps. 

Magnificent stiffens slightly as he hears the footsteps- letting them follow for a bit before he suddenly whips around and holds out a magic filled hand at them, his eyes glowing. He fires a shot of magic their way. 

The person sidesteps the blast, watching it go past them and hit the dumpster. Then he turns back to look at Magnificent. It's a man, his coloring completely monochrome, wearing a fancy button-up and vest. His eyes are completely white, almost seeming to glow in the dimness. One hand loosely holds a knife that steadily drips blood to the ground. Around his wrists are red strings. 

"Well... that's unusual," he says in a rasping voice.

Magnificent narrows his eyes, building up more magic in his hands as he chuckles. “You’re unusual yourself~.”

"I'm unique. I'm not sure you are. You look very familiar." There's a slight buzzing noise. The man reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone, reading something and then typing quickly one-handedly.

“…quite rude to text when speaking to a stranger, don’t you think?” Magnificent asks with a raised eyebrow.

"Seems this is urgent." The man frowns. He puts the phone away. "You're from another world, then. Aren't you? Aren't you... Marvin?"

Magnificent’s eyes flash with rage as his magic burns brighter and taller in his hands. “Don’t call me that. I’m called Magnificent. Nothing else.” Then he chuckles and tilts his head. “Curious… you lot don’t often know we’re from different worlds right away.” 

"Oh. Yeah. Sure. Of course you are." The man laughs. "Just as arrogant as you are here. Or... were, I guess. As for how I know... someone I trust just told me there are people from another world here. One like me, one like someone else we know. But I don't know if I believed it until you said it just now."

Magnificent narrows his eyes again. “…and just who are you supposed to be, exactly?”

"Anti." The man says, grinning. "This isn't what I normally look like. But he's needed for things like this. I don't think that's important, though. What are you planning on doing while here, 'Magnificent'?"

Magnificent’s eyes widen slightly. He snorts, “Yeah you’re … not what I was expecting.” He hums in thought and then shrugs. “Depends- I could use some magic so a source of that could be nice. Never opposed to new puppets to find either. Guess it depends on what this world has to offer me.” He looks back to Anti curiously. “…or the people in it.”

"Heh. If you're looking for magic, you're out of luck. There are only two magicians in this city, and one of them is mine. I'm sure there's more outside the limits... but I'm afraid you're stuck here." Anti flips the knife, causing a fan of blood. "Ever since I corrupted this one, there's been no way out of the city. We're all caught in a bubble, repeating six or so months over and over. And unfortunately, I don't know how to get rid of it."

Magnificent looks shocked- glancing around as if he can see the bubble they’re trapped in. “Well… that’s not ideal…” he mutters.

"You're telling me," Anti says. Somehow, despite the completely whited-out-eyes, Magnificent can tell he's rolling them. "But if you can find any more power in here, feel free to it. Unless it's from my people. You'll know them when you see them. The eyes always change, and some change more."

“Mmm… noted, I suppose.” Magnificent says with a hum. “What is your goal here, Anti? Besides getting out of this trap, I guess.”

"I like making more people," Anti says. "What did you call them?" He smiles. "Right. Puppets."

Magnificent raises an eyebrow and grins, “Intriguing! Always a pleasure to meet a fellow puppet master~” he giggles.

"I'll take your word for it. I've never met anyone else who doesn't put up a fuss when they realize what I'm doing." Anti tilts his head. "If you're looking for people to puppet, there's a group that's been giving me trouble. There's about fifty of them, and they've somehow been elluding me for a few of these loops now. Maybe you could find them. Feel free to help yourself if you do. But I ask that if you find a man called Chase Brody, you leave him to me."

“Is that so?” Magnificent chuckles. “I have a Chase Brody that’s been a pain in my side… however if you or any of your crew find him… do what you will with him. He’s a headache to control. His brother however- I think you would find every interesting~” he giggles. “He makes the perfect puppet.”

Anti laughs. "I think we've already found your Chase AND his brother, actually. That's what that message earlier was. I'm going to head back home and see if he managed to bring them back." He flips the knife again. Halfway through the motion, it disappears. "And what about you? What will you do now?"

Magnificent looks intrigued and he laughs, “You know what? I’m quite interested to see how your puppets are made Anti- if you would allow me to see. Maybe it can give me some better ideas for my own~!”

“Really? I’ve never heard anyone say that before.” Anti grins. “I’d be delighted to show you.” He turns to the side, slipping into a gap between buildings. 

Magnificent shares his grin and follows after him. 

There’s some spray paint on the walls in random looking designs. Anti stops in front of a design that looks vaguely like an archway drawn on the brick. He jerks his head towards it, indicating for Magnificent to follow, and walks straight through the wall in that section.

Mag looks confused as Anti goes through the wall but then heads straight through- must be an illusion.

Beyond the illusory wall is a strange area. The floor is sheet metal and the walls are black and featureless, seeming to extend upwards forever, their heights covered by a red glowing fog. Two hallways of similar design branch off into opposite directions. 

Magnificent looks impressed as he enters the space and looks around. “Fascinating…” he mumbles to himself, looking around. 

The monochrome man stands in the middle of the room. As Magnificent watches, black static lifts off his skin, forming a humanoid figure to the side. The monochrome man collapses to his knees and the red strings disappear from his wrists. The black static figure shifts, gaining details, turning into a man. He looks a lot like the Anti in the previous world. Black hoodie, slit throat, green sclera on his right eye. But this figure is a bit more translucent, a bit better-kempt, and his hoodie has a diamond with the words PMA in it.

“Great, now you can actually see me,” Anti says, flashing a sharp smile.

Mag blinks as he watches the monochrome man split into Anti and he grins. “Much better. Though- the possession is a nice touch. I’m guessing you can’t physically exist outside of here?”

“Correct.” Anti makes a face; it’s clear that this fact bothers him. “The Place is special. Outside it, I can’t be seen or heard and I can’t interact with anything other than electrical devices. So I need to possess someone. I usually use Voice these days.” He gestures at the monochrome man. Voice, apparently. “Now. You wanted to see the corruption? That’s what I use to make them. I do have something else to do, but I can take a moment to show you.”

Magnificent nods and seems intrigued even more. “How interesting…” He looks at Voice and then waves his hand at Anti, “Ah- please don’t let me get in your way! Do wherever it is you need to do, I’m sure I have time.” He giggles.

Anti nods. “Alright. It will only take a moment. If you want to wander around in the meantime, the Place will always take you where you need to be. If you find hallways with cables all over, that’s where the corruption process happens.” He grabs Voice by the arm and pulls him up, taking him down the right hallway. “See you soon,” he giggles, and disappears. 

Magnificent nods with a grin. “See you soon.” He then hums and looks around the place. Well- guess he’ll see where it thinks he needs to go. He starts to wander.

#SATCV #SATCV Bad End #Bad end au #alt anti #swap magnificent #bro fantastic #jackie mann #ahhh i love creating brotherly drama :) #bro is gonna be so mad at alt and alts gonna be so mad at himself habkjn #im so excited for this one ehehhe

[themetaphorgirl]

Omg hiiiiii I’m so glad you’re back! I hope you had a fabulous wedding and honeymoon!! Your latest psolc chapter was *chefs kiss*. I reread the whole thing again for the millionth time and I kept getting this scene in my head of the kids in the future. Like they all meet for thanksgiving or they’re all back for the summer and no one’s seen anyone for a few months and like 18/19 year old Spencer just casually strolls in like he isn’t suddenly 6’1 and is the tallest instead of the shortest. Everyone’s just like where did this beanpole come from? Kinda the same vibe as when he cuts his hair in season 5 in the show and just walks in and everyone is like are we gonna talk about this😂 anywaysss I’m excited to read more❤️❤️

this is SO cute and I'm emotional about Spencer being all grown up.

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Emily opened the front door with her hip. “What’s up, bitches?” she hollered. “I’m here, and I brought presents!”

The townhouse was warm and noisy, filled with chattering conversation and Christmas music playing on the speaker. Penelope jumped up from the couch, nearly bonking JJ in the nose, and ran over to her. “Emily, oh my god!” she said, flinging her arms around her. “Oh my god, I didn’t think you were getting in until tomorrow!”

“Yeah, me neither, but it turns out when you work for the Czech ambassador and the French ambassador owes you a favor, they can pull a few strings,” Emily laughed. “Oh my god, look at you. Somehow you look exactly the same and yet you’re completely different.”

“That’s what happens when you get older but retain your youthful aesthetic,” Penelope said. “Ooh, you brought wine? I can take care of that.”

“It’s weird to think we’re old enough to drink wine now,” JJ said. She had changed more than Penelope had, her face slimmer and her blonde hair cut in a chic long bob.

“Speak for yourself,” Dave snorted.

Emily snickered. “Nice mustache, Rossi,” she said. He scowled, stroking it self-consciously.

“We’re just waiting for Aaron and Haley now,” JJ said. 

“Derek can’t make it, he’s got a football game tomorrow, but we’re going to set up a zoom call,” Penelope said.

Emily looked around the cozy living room. The Christmas tree glimmered with warm white lights, making the ornaments sparkle, and three stockings were hung up on a bookshelf in lieu of a mantel. “Where’s Alex?” she asked.

“Kitchen with James, they’re finishing up dinner and they’re refusing to let us help,” Dave said.

Emily hurried down the hall. “Where’s the bride?” she hollered.

Alex started, nearly dropping the spoon she was holding. “Emily, what the fuck?” she said, but her eyes lit up. “Oh my god, you’re here early!”

“Show me the ring, show me the ring!” Emily said, beckoning. Alex held out her left hand, her cheeks turning pink. “Good goddamn, Blake, you did good.”

“I’ve had that ring in the back of my mind for years,” James said, beaming proudly. “I thought she would like it.”

Emily held Alex’s hand in hers, turning this way and that to get a good look at her sparkling engagement ring. “You like it, right, Alex?” she said. “Because if you don’t, I will march James to the nearest jewelry store to piuck out something you do.”

“No, no, I love it,” Alex said. James kissed her lightly as he walked past her. “How was your flight?”

“Long, but bearable in first class,” Emily said. 

“Well, you got here just in time for dinner,” Alex said. “Perfect timing.”

A tall young man with tousled light brown hair stuck his head in the kitchen, sliding in his socks. “James, where’s the stereo remote?” he asked.

“Should be on the end table,” James said.

“Oh, perfect, thanks,” the stranger said, darting back out.

Emily frowned. “I thought it was just going to be us this Christmas,” she said. “A good ol’ St. Thaddeus reunion.”

“It is,” Alex said, wiping her hand on a dishtowel.

Emily glanced back over her shoulder. “Then who the hell was that?” she said. 

Alex and James both looked up. “Do you not…oh my god,” Alex said.

“Well, he has changed quite a bit,” James said.

“Guys, who is that?” Emily asked.

James grinned. “Hey Spencer?” he called. “Can you come in here, please?”

Emily’s jaw dropped. “No,” she said. “Oh hell no. You two are shitting me.”

The tall boy, probably in his mid to late teens, ran back in. “What’s wrong?” he asked. He noticed Emily and his hazel eyes lit up. “Emily! When did you get here?”

Emily covered her mouth and doubled over. “I am hallucinating,” she said. “You cannot…that’s not…” She straightened up and peeked through her fingers. “Spencer?”

He smiled, and now she could recognize the little nine-year-old in this grown up boy’s face. “Hi!” he said. “My growth spurts finally hit.”

Alex patted his cheek. “My baby isn’t a baby anymore,” she sighed.

“Holy shit,” Emily said. “Your voice changed. And you’re a giant.”

“I’m almost as tall as Aaron and James now,” Spencer said proudly.

“Don’t let him fool you, he still sleeps with his blanket,” James said. 

#au: patron saint of lost causes #patron saint future #patron saint: alex #patron saint: james #patron saint: emily #patron saint: penelope #patron saint: spencer #patron saint: jj #caitlin writes things

[mysafehaneul]

Chapter 8 Part 4 (M)

In the dimly lit room, where the only illumination was the moonlight filtering through the windows, you lay on Wonwoo's chest. The dawn was approaching, and as the hours passed, your mouth started moving on its own in the room where only Wonwoo's soft breathing echoed.

"Three days before the accident," you began, your voice barely above a whisper, "Noella came in drenched in rain with bloodshot eyes. I thought something was wrong with her, Noel, or Joshua. When I asked her what was wrong, she just screamed the same question at me: 'How long have you been in love with my husband?' I had no answer to her question."

You sniffled as you continued your story. "She told me that all this time, I was around her because I thought in any way I could still have a chance with her husband. I kept telling myself that it was not the case anymore and called me a plotting bitch, accusing me of scheming her into a debt of favors. She felt obligated to be grateful for my help in her business, sponsoring her wedding, and even being there during the time of her child's birth."

Tears welled up in your eyes. "When she said that, it really hurt. The idea of Joshua was out of my mind and heart just three months into their relationship. But people around me who knew about this always thought that everything I did out of love was linked to Joshua and not Noella." You sniffed again. "But I don't blame her for thinking like that because I know how Noella was. When someone who has always been exposed to the cold finally realizes what warmth feels like, they'll go to any lengths to protect it. She wasn't mad at me; she was mad at herself for not realizing this sooner."

You took a deep breath. "I have no qualms with Noella and even Joshua. When they both told me that the only relationship I had with them was that of investor and investee and that they'd pay me back whatever they owed me, I just told them one thing: that in all those years they had known me, I wished they truly knew me."

"That's when I realized what true heartbreak can feel like—the pain of being misunderstood, the pain of being ripped apart with a piece of your heart. When she was in that crushed car, she tried calling me, but I was too drunk to be aware of my phone's whereabouts. After a few days of her funeral, I saw a message she left on her phone for me: 'Dear Y/N, by the time you get this, I may be gone. I'm sorry for the things I said. I know I'm in no place to say this, but please take care of Noel. And thank you for being kind.'"

As you exhaled and moved away from Wonwoo's arms, you prepared to leave quietly before you woke him up. You pushed the quilt aside and fixed the straps of your night dress. Just as you were about to get up, a hand grabbed your wrist and yanked you back, causing your back to slam against Wonwoo's chest. He hoarsely whispered in the room, cuddling from behind in a protective embrace, "Don't hold it back." That whisper was more than enough for you to break the barrier of silent tears, allowing them to flow from your eyes, you cried silently to sleep, comforted by constant kisses on the back of your head and the protective arm wrapped around your shoulders. 

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The next morning, you woke up to the sight of JJ, Noel, and Wonwoo having breakfast in the kitchen. You gave Noel a letter to submit to his class teacher as he got ready to leave for school. Wonwoo noticed your preparations and asked, "Where is he going?"

You smiled and explained, "Jeonghan wants to take Noel before us to his wedding on Wednesday." 

Wonwoo raised an eyebrow. "What about school?"

You replied, "I talked to his teacher, and he'll have to take online assessments to catch up on the schoolwork. It should be fine."

With that, Noel headed out, and Wonwoo went upstairs to get ready for the office. Today, you'd be working from home.

Jeonghan had a facial appointment with his mother and left the house, leaving it much quieter. As you strolled through the living room, you noticed a toy lying on the floor. You picked it up to put it back in Noel's room, but your attention was soon captured by a framed photo. It was a picture from a science exhibition, encased in a "Dad and I" photo frame. In the photo, Neol was perched up in Wonwoo's arms, biting down on his medal, while Wonwoo held a certificate. His face was adorned with a proud smile as he looked at Noel and their project on "Life Underwater" displayed on the table.

A fond smile made its way to your lips. 

...

It wasn't often that Wonwoo forgot things, but today was an exception. He had returned home earlier than expected because he had forgotten a file in the study. Initially, he had considered sending Chan to retrieve it, but he realized that he missed you and decided to go himself.

As he entered the house, he was met with an unexpected quietness and muffled sounds of knives and chopping board from the kitchen. There you were, singing with your AirPods in your ears, preparing a sandwich in the kitchen. With Noel at school and his travel bag neatly packed, you had given the nanny a week off, and the housekeeper was out shopping, leaving you both alone. You were spreading honey mustard on your sandwich when you suddenly felt his presence.

You turned to see Wonwoo standing there, leaning against the wall, with a silly grin on his face. Startled, you exclaimed, "Geez, I thought you were a creep!"

He chuckled, pointing at his three-piece suit. "In a three-piece."

Wonwoo moved closer, standing behind you, and inquired about the taste of the sauce. You turned, extending the spoon in his direction for a taste test. But instead of sampling from the spoon, he kissed you passionately, his lips locking with yours, and he gently sucked on your tongue. Your eyes widened in shock at the sudden and unexpected display of affection.

As their lips locked in a passionate embrace, they pressed against the cool, marble countertop. The heat of their connection intensified, igniting the familiar fire of desire that had grown between them over time. 

Breaking the kiss, you faced each other, the desire evident in your eyes. You playfully bit your lip, fingers tracing the lapels of his blazer and then running down his chest, sending shivers down his spine. Your head tilted slightly, and teasingly inquired, "Don't you have somewhere to be?"

Wonwoo, lost in the moment and driven by an uncontrollable desire, confessed, "I do, a meeting in an hour."

Unfazed, you spread her legs, pulling gently on his tie to draw him closer. You were dressed in white denim shorts and a blue striped shirt, looking irresistible. arms wrapped around his neck as he leaned in to caress her face with his lips. Their mouths met once again, and the kiss deepened into a passionate French kiss.

Wonwoo's hands danced downward, from your neck to your shirt, undoing the first four buttons as their intense connection continued to escalate.

He glimpsed the white lace of your bra and, with a hunger that had been building, he lowered the cups to fondle and grope your breasts. His touches combined sensuously with firm tugs and delicate pinches on your nipples, causing you to moan into his mouth. 

As his lips moved down your jawline and traced the sensitive spot behind the ear, you whispered breathlessly, "Ahjumma must be returning any moment now."

In response, he breathed heavily and replied, "Then we'd better be quick." He swiftly knelt before you, urgently tugging her shorts down. The waistband of your panties was ripped from the side, and a shocked gasp of "Wonwoo!" filled the room. 

With determination, he bit into your inner thigh, nibbling, sucking, and licking your skin as if marking his apology. You struggled to resist the urge to plunge fingers into his hair, clinging instead to the cool, unforgiving marble countertop to avoid disrupting his meticulously styled hair. 

"Grab my hair," he demanded, his voice low and desperate. You hesitated, aware that he had a schedule to keep. His impatient smack against your pussy surprised her. "Don't make me repeat myself," he said, more insistent. finally complied, your wedding ring-clad hand finding its way into his hair, guiding him to where it ached most.

As the taste reached Wonwoo's tongue, his eyes rolled back in pleasure, expertly exploring every corner of your essence. Your moans and whimpering echoed in the empty kitchen, and if he could have this forever, he'd consider himself the luckiest bastard alive.

"Wonu, baby, give me your fingers," you pleaded, and he removed his mouth from your core. His chin and lips glistened with essence, the sight of him driving you to lose control.

"How about I give you more than that?" he suggested, flipping you onto your stomach and pressing against the counter. You heard the click of his belt buckle and the swift zip of his pants. Without wasting any time, he rubbed the tip of his arousal against your opening, gathering some lubrication before slowly guiding it inside.

Both of you groaned in pleasurable unison. His hand rested on your lower back while the other reached for your womb, and he started thrusting upwards.

"Fuck, Wonwoo!" You screamed, Your body trembling in ecstasy as you reached the first climax. His thrusts grew faster as you felt the second one approaching.

"What have you done to me?" he panted, sweat running down his forehead, the veins in his neck pulsating. He removed his hand from your hips and gently rubbed your sensitive bud, causing the second climax to hit with even more intensity.

As the room filled with their gasps and moans, the scent of their passionate lovemaking mixed with the remnants of chicken Salami. Wonwoo watched her as he felt himself unraveling, his hips rutting on their own in a symphony of pleasure and desire.

After tenderly cleaning you up, Wonwoo starts dressing, his actions measured and deliberate. As he buttons your shirt, you say " I am going to France, Chinon specifically, this Saturday morning?"

"Why?"

You give him a reassuring smile and reply, "I have an overdue meeting with an old friend."

A sense of curiosity flickers in his eyes as he asks, "Should I be worried?"

You chuckle and shake your head, "Not really." 

He leans in to plant a kiss on your lips, as he straightens his tie wonwoo can't help but find himself stare into your eyes, Cause warmth crept into your cheeks.

"Don't look at me like that"

"Like what" He murmured tilting his head to the side in confusion.

"Like you're going to fall for me." you answered with sad smile. A pang of guilt struck his chest and his lips felt sealed, mumbling a soft see you he took his file, and rushed out of the door. While running his hand through his now mushed hair. 

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Chinon, often referred to as the Garden of France, was a place of ethereal beauty. The landscape was adorned with lush vineyards stretching out under the golden sun, creating a picturesque panorama. Fortresses and castles, steeped in history, stood like silent guardians over the scenic valley. The air was filled with the rich, alluring aroma of the delectable wines that this region was famous for.

Amidst this breathtaking scenery, a man stood before a grave, a solemn place marked by a floral arrangement of lily of the valley, its tiny, fragrant white bells gracefully nodding in the breeze. These delicate flowers added a touch of purity and elegance to the somber setting.

The man gazed at the name engraved in the stone with a sad smile on his face and an underlying sense of melancholy. He reached his silver wedding ring-clad hand to gently run his fingers across the name etched in the marble, whispering with a hint of longing, "How are you, my hummingbird?"

He placed the bouquet of lilies of the valley on top of the marble and continued, "Are you mad at me for not coming yesterday? I brought flowers. Next time, I will even bring your favorite Domaine de Noire. You used to say its taste reminded you of home."

He let out a sigh and took a step back, looking up at the leaves rustling in the wind. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" A smile touched his lips, a bittersweet expression that conveyed a mix of love and sorrow.

Life had taught him many lessons, and in the world he once belonged to, danger always lurked nearby. He glanced back at the inscription on the stone: Catalina Dubois Bulavia.

A woman, dressed elegantly in sable black with an asymmetrical line dress and cat-eye framed sunglasses, approached the grave, carrying an arrangement of white orchids. Her presence added an air of grace and sophistication to the scene.

Without turning to face her, the man in a deep, resonant voice asked, "How long are you going to stand there?"

The woman took a few steps closer and stood beside the man. She greeted the grave with a nod and placed the bouquet of white orchids on top of it.

In fluent French, she replied, "It's been a while, Monsieur Bulavia."

"So it has been, Ms. L/N."

...

Baden Emeric Bulavia was a mere 15 years old when he roamed the unforgiving streets, struggling to find his place in the world. Hungry and destitute, he eventually found shelter under the wing of Le Milieu, the dark underbelly of society. As the days turned into years, he climbed the ranks of this shadowy world, becoming entwined in a life fraught with darkness.

One fateful day, while evading the relentless pursuit of the police, Baden sought refuge in a quaint countryside cottage in Chinon. At the tender age of 22, he observed a young girl, no older than 18, with hair as golden as the winter sun's rays and eyes as blue as the endless expanse of the Pacific Ocean. She hummed a sweet melody as she plucked apples from a nearby tree. When his voice broke the tranquility of her surroundings, he startled her momentarily. Quickly, he reached out his hand to assist her, and when her delicate fingers touched his calloused ones, he believed that fate had granted him salvation. As she introduced herself, her name felt like the answer to all of his unspoken prayers.

He yearned to become a man worthy of her, to provide her with everything she desired in return for her unwavering love. However, the karmic consequences of his past actions remained inescapable. Someone as pure and kind as Catalina was undeserving of a man who considered himself a sinner like Baden. Yet, his greed was unrelenting, and he chose to keep her, even if it meant she was held in a cage of his own making. Catalina found space in her heart for him, doing so for the sake of their children.

As Baden's Arms empire rose to become a primary supplier for the military, Catalina remained aware that, though one hand may have been in the light, the other still lurked in the shadows.

Tragedy struck on a day like any other. In their home garden, Catalina, accompanied by her 8-year-old daughter Noella, encountered a woman whose family had suffered immensely at Baden's hands when he was 22. In a horrifying act of revenge, the woman mercilessly stabbed Catalina 15 times, each strike representing the memories of her two sons and her husband. Consumed by rage and vengeance, Baden confronted the assailant, her blood staining his vision.

Yet, her words haunted him, "Do you think I killed her? It is you... you killed her. It is your sin... remember, Bulavia, you can never smile when you rob so many innocent people of theirs."

...

Beneath the sprawling tree, leaves rustling in the wind, Baden's voice was the only sound breaking the silence of the graveyard, save for the birds singing from their perches in the branches above. His eyes, distant and unfocused, seemed to drift through the mists of time.

"White was my hummingbird's favorite color," he murmured, his voice tinged with the softness of a distant memory. "Pure, just like her soul."

His gaze shifted to the flowers adorning the grave. "She was too kind, too kind for her own good," he continued, his words tinged with a hint of disbelief. "She used to say, 'The amazing thing about kindness, it makes you feel good, whether you're the one handing it out or the one receiving it.'"

A faint, nostalgic smile played on his lips. "She hated my job. We would constantly fight about it, with threats of running away with the kids. And that... that used to scare me. I've been in many life-threatening situations, but never in my life have I been more scared than that day when I returned home to find her and the kids gone. That day, I realized that giving your heart to someone is the scariest, most dangerous, and most perplexing thing. It makes you do things you didn't even realize you were capable of doing." He gazed at the flower arrangement with a mixture of love and longing. "And when she was gone, I vowed never to let my heart bow or bend before anyone else, even if they are my kids."

You listened intently, your heart heavy with the weight of his past. "How did you find her?" you asked, eager for more of the story.

Baden's voice turned somber. "She was sitting in the garden, both children asleep in her lap as she cried next to her bag. She couldn't do it, not for the sake of herself or the children, but for the people outside and what I would do to them."

He nodded. "That's what love does to you."

A wise, yet sorrowful expression crossed Baden's face. "I'm sorry to say this, Mr. Bulavia, but that's not love. That's obsession. Love never binds you; it liberates you. It enlightens the strength in you that you never knew existed in the first place."

The day was calm, the sky adorned with wisps of fluffy white clouds. You sat beside the old man, a sheaf of pictures in your hand, remnants of a life once lived. With trembling hands, he took each photo, gazing at them one by one, each a cherished memory. You spoke softly, your words laden with meaning, "Like your daughter, she found her strength, even against you, for the man she loved and her child."

The photographs spanned significant moments, from your graduation to Noella's wedding, from her pregnancy at 7 months to Noel's first birthday. The last image showed Wonwoo cradling Noel at his science exhibition.

His hands quivered as he traced the final pictures, his voice trembling and eyes glistening with unshed tears. "What did she name him?"

You drew a deep breath, and your voice quivered slightly as you responded, "Noel Emeric Hong."

He snapped his head towards you, searching your eyes for confirmation. You nodded solemnly, and he turned back to the photographs, a tearful smile gracing his face. "He looks just like my sparrow."

You agreed, your voice breaking with emotion. "Yes, he does."

"How old is he?"

"Eight this December."

"Was he also born on—" He didn't finish the question, but you knew what he meant.

"On Christmas, yes," you affirmed.

"I just did what I thought was right for her. I wanted her to be strong."

You sighed, understanding the weight of his guilt. "That's where we fail as parents, Mr. Bulavia. Even if our intentions are in the right place, that doesn't mean all our decisions can't be wrong."

Your voice quivered as You confessed, "You wanted the world for her, but she just wanted her father."

"She detested me," he admitted. "She saw me as her mother's killer."

"She never hated you," you replied, your tone gentle yet firm. "She hated what you did and how you kept quiet when Nikolia always belittled and demeaned her."

"What makes you think if I don't make those guns and tankers, no one else will as well?"

"At least that person would not be her father," you argued.

A heavy silence hung between you as he whispered, "I failed her as well, haven't I?"

You couldn't provide a straightforward answer to such a complex question. Instead, you reached into your bag and took out a small jar, no bigger than your hand, engraved with the words "Yours, Sparrow." You handed it to him, saying, "If you think you failed her while she was alive, then don't let her death be in vain. Do right by her and her child. She wanted nothing more than a childhood for her child where he didn't have to look over his shoulder before he could run across the fields. Every child deserves a childhood free from the darkness of the world."

Mr. Bulavia clutched the photos and the urn to his chest, closing his eyes as silent tears trickled down his cheeks. The clouds seemed to mirror the somber mood, casting shadows over the small graveyard.

Breaking the silence, you suddenly asked, "Why did you call her 'Sparrow'?"

A wistful smile played on his lips, and he chuckled. "Because she was always chirping, hopping from one place to the other, curious about everything."

You nodded in agreement, knowing that it perfectly described Noella.

With a heavy heart, you rose to your feet, aware that it was time for your flight back. As you walked away, you couldn't help but turn back at the old man, and warn "Mr. Bulavia, stop Nikolia before it's too late. I am not someone who will cower over a few texts and death threats. Even if I die, he can never get his hands on Noel or his money. And if you have even the slightest love for your daughter, you will not let your son paint his hands with her child's blood as well. I promise you, if he goes down that path, it will not end well for him. Take care."

"Y/n," he called out.

You turned to face him, with a composed demeanor.

He asked with a trembling voice, "I have a brain tumor, The results aren't that hopeful, They say I have no more than one month left to live. Could you let me meet Noel, just once?"

Shocked by his revelation, you took a deep breath.

 You couldn't meet his eyes, but you managed to say, "Noel likes Iron Man and Legos, and his favorite colors are red and blue. He enjoys chicken quiche but detests carrots in them."

"I see," Mr. Bulavia responded with a sad smile.

You took another breath, your voice filled with compassion. "Are you allowed to travel around Europe?" His face lit up with a look of grateful joy, slowly erasing the despair that had marked his features just moments ago.

...

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Wonwoo had spent most of his Sundays engrossed in office work, business dinners, or golf games with investors and associates since becoming the CEO of Jeon Group. He had always enjoyed the solitude of his empty house on these days. However, for the first time in 35 years, the silence was starting to unnerve him. He contemplated working a bit more, but the idea didn't sit well with him. 

After his second workout of the day, it was already 9 p.m., and he knew you must be landing soon. A fleeting thought crossed his mind: should he call to check if your flight had landed safely? He hesitated for a moment but ultimately decided against it. Then, he thought about giving Noel a call, just to see how he was doing.

Noel picked up after a couple of rings. "Hey, Dad, I'm in the middle of a suit fitting right now," Noel chirped. "Jeonghan and Victor are making me the ring bearer for the wedding."

Wonwoo smiled, "That's great to hear, Noel. How's everything going?"

Noel responded, "Everything's going well, but I've got a lot of responsibilities. Tante called a little while ago. We couldn't talk much."

Wonwoo thought for a moment and then, unable to hide his curiosity, asked, "Did she mention me?"

"Dad, if you miss her, just call her, you know," Noel advised. "I'm the ring bearer, and I have lots and lots to do."

 "Okay, big man, Hey Noel"

"Ya"

"How many 'R's are there in responsibilities?" he teased the boy. 

"More than the number of times My tante called you" 

With that, Noel ended the call, leaving Wonwoo to laugh at the snarky kid.

Wonwoo sat in the living room, his phone twirling between his fingers as he impatiently checked for any signs of your message or call. He decided to bide his time by watching a random TV show when, all of a sudden, his phone began to ring. He grabbed it eagerly, only to see that it was just Chan calling.

With a touch of disappointment in his voice, Wonwoo inquired, "What's the occasion?"

Chan replied, "Nothing much, I was catching up with some friends when I ran into Deokyeom. In the midst of our conversation, he mentioned something that I thought you should know. Ms. L/N called him and her lawyer to her office."

Wonwoo's curiosity piqued, and he asked, "Why? What's the reason?"

"To make her will," Chan answered.

"Her what?" Wonwoo was clearly taken aback.

"Last will and testament, Wonwoo."

"Why? Do you have any idea what's in it?"

Chan paused before responding, "Well, I'm not entirely sure about that, but I'm looking into it. Deokyeom did mention that she made some changes related to guardianship and the ownership of Oasis."

Wonwoo switched the call to speaker and opened his phone's calendar. "When was it? Do you have any idea about the contents?"

"I think it was on Thursday, but I'm not sure about the contents," Chan said, trying to reassure him. "Don't worry, Wonwoo. Judging by the way Deokyeom sounded, it might be in your favor. It seems like our plan is playing out just fine."

Wonwoo's expression remained passive as he mused aloud, "Hmm. Hey, Chan, can you investigate to see if there was anything that prompted her to do this?"

"No problem, boss. Just a word of advice: try to keep things hot and cold. People who have been in a one-sided love tend to get clingy when it's reciprocated."

Suddenly, the TV screen went black, and in the reflection on the screen, Wonwoo saw someone standing behind him. His body stiffened, and it felt as if all the blood in his veins had turned to ice. A cold shiver ran down his spine, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

"Y/N," he whispered in a fearful tone, his heart pounding in his chest.

Wonwoo abruptly cut the call and flung his phone somewhere in the lavish living room. It landed with a muted thud against the foot of the large glass center table, accompanied by the rumble of the couch.

Part 5

#I will never forgive tumblr for the misery it's causing everyone. #Aquamarine chapter 8

[erinnkenobi]

Fall into me | chapter three

"The saddest thing in life and the hardest to live through, is the knowledge that there is someone you love very much whom you cannot save from suffering.." — Agatha Christie

Chapter one - Chapter two - Chapter three

pairing | Spencer Reid x fem!reader

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 | Things changed after Spencer was taken hostage.

"There was no sun in my sky, No mirrors for monsters, and No love in sight. Then you walked down those stairs And I knew my heart wasn't mine"

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 | +7.3k sorry not sorry hon' and good lucky

TW 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 | bad English, inappropriate language, awful situation, mention of drugs, addiction, mental health awareness, comfort in each other, reader has trust issues, kidnapping, episodes set No way out and Revelations all from season two

Author's note | hope you enjoy and don't kill me, I didn't reviewed the story.

Seriously that you got a call early in the morning? You begrudgingly get up and do what you need to do, you call your neighbour that is usually awakened at this time and ask I'd she could look after your dog for certain periods, to which she agreed.

Arriving at the BAU, you meet the new agent, Agent Prentiss, you have heard this name once, nevermind.

The moment you saw what JJ was showing on the screen, you got it, you have watched plenty of sci-fi movies and action films, it was a biological weapon, but you said nothing since Prentiss started showing off her skills in Arabic, it surprised everyone, but Hotchner face didn't flinch a move.

Well, you know a couple of languages and you still learning in the middle of the night when you're alone while watching a TV show or film by making you company, however since Spencer's visits turned out to be oftentimes, you haven't progressed a lot. The new agent sees smart and hard-working, but as you can notice by her corporal movements, she wants approval.

Hotchner said that you would come with him and Morgan, letting Spencer, Gideon and Prentiss go for Guantanamo Bay. You were not happy, but he's the boss.

–So, see you later?-you say before Spencer left for the Airstrip.

– Yeah, I hope you'll come with us again soon, Gideon seemed not that happy when Hotchner told him that Prentiss would come with us.

– I hope he doesn't scare her.-yo usar playfully, but you're hurt, you weren't made to work in the actual camp, therefore it didn't matter anymore, Hotchner noticed that you could do well in both ways as well as Gideon noticed too, you remained calm and centred, even in the worst possibilities.

But what no one knows is when you come back home, what is inside your mind when you can't show what you want to do right after those awful cases that your team solved? An incoming headache is foreseen, soon or later it will come and you shall crumble.

In a glimpse of time Spencer saw your mien drop off, he stared at your defensive eyes.

– Is something bothering you?-he forgets about his shyness and touches your should, making you look at his face, and your cheeks start burning.

– Ehm... What? NO no no, nothing is bothering me, just I don't think what they're saying is the real issue, there's something more behind it.

– I know, wait.-he still staring at you.– What did you mean by something more? Do you think it's a...

– Spencer, five minutes ended! We're going now.-you give Spencer a weak smile.

– Go and be safe, see you.

– Same thing, be safe OK.

– I'll be, Morgan always says I'm a child so as a parental figure, he says he'll keep out of trouble, I mean, not getting myself harmed.

Spencer wanted to put you in safety, he'd like to come and let you safe, so nothing could harm you even when it wasn't his area.

–Spencer!

–If we don't catch up on time, you know when I'll meet you!-he quickly says before halting away from ye

–Go quickly!

.

–Bonnie Ryan

[...]

– Agent y/l/n.

[...]

– They must have done escape drills.-Hotchner walks away while Derek followed him, you stood still looking around if you could catch any missing points, then you follow their voices to a room where you saw the bio equipment, while Hotchner and Derek are describing the supposed unsub or gangsta and where they might attack.

–Any ideas y/l/n?-Hotchner suggest and you gestured with a more or less.– What do you think it is?

– Don't judge me in a bad way, but what if it is a bioterrorist weapon? I don't know what ingredients are inside but it doesn't seem just what we see on the surface.

The DEA agent is not happy, not with you of course, but with the statement, if it's a bioterrorist weapon, they must solve it quickly. Hotchner and Morgan said nothing until Morgan found a papel, a list filled with chemical components.

You snoop beside his body, not as subtle as he sees yet he let's you check.

Well, you forgot almost all chemistry classes you took while at school, it doesn't make any less dumb, but what you have just seen froze you.

When Morgan gets what Garcia told him, he first turns his head at you with a worried face, you were right, it wasn't a simple thing that you guys were putting your hands on.

– Are you sure? All right.

– What'd she say?

– Garcia says this looks like a list of additives needed to weaponize anthrax.-and you did it again, Hotchner's eyes are filled with panic even if his face stood as a

Inside the car with Hotchner and Morgan, you're paying attention to Hotch's phone call with JJ.

–[...] And notify Gideon and Reid.-you hear a small okay from JJ, Hotch look at Morgan and Morgan turns to you.

– Are you ready, kid?-your mind says no, yet your mouth betrayed you faster than a blink.

– Yeah, are we going now?

– Right now.-finishes Hotch.

When JJ warned the others about you going with 'em to seek this dangerous place, Reid's heart skipped a painful beat.

Inside the van of The Omega cell with all the right devices you searched along with Morgan for anything that could lead you to a clue, you stopped in your track muttering something under your breath, you felt panic through your veins, you touch Morgan's arm.

–What?

– This is a trap.-you alert with a muffled voice, but Morgan didn't hear you.

– What?

–This.is.a.trap.

– How do you...

[Guantanamo bay]

Reid changes glances between the screen and the unsub hands.

-Something's wrong. His hands.-he reports the man's behaviour.

[...]–Is that Hotch?-Gideon asks while hasting.

– What's the problem?

– Get everybody out of there. Now. NOW. Now.-Gideon demands.

–Everybody out! It's a trap. Now!

You glare in fear at Hotch orders, you just feel Morgan grabbing yoyourand as quickly as possible dragging you out with no problems, soon as you all get out of the container you feel your body being pushed away and a man screaming, but your hears are all buzzing here and there, your body felt weak with suddenly explosion and hot air while pieces from the container were all flying around near ye all, lucky you that Morgan was dragging you before any damage could be done.

The three of you were together when agent Ryan begins chatting, she's sad, you've lost a S.W.A.T member, why they couldn't listen to you for a second? If they heard you all of you would be alive. Morgan after Garcia calls off to apologise, you feel your eyes burning with anger and sadness, you could have done more, you should have screamed that it was a trap, but with your fear you just told Morgan, barely audible.

–[...] Not yet.-Hotch finished his talking with the DEA agent.

[...]

When Spencer and Prentiss heard what happened at Guantanamo, Spencer was all worried, his hands holding tightly a paper scrap. If Prentiss noticed? Yeah, but she choose silence, she knew, she can't just ask "Hey, are you okay? The girl what is she for you? You can call her and see if she's okay if you don't mind" out of nowhere since she met them less than a day.

– Are they okay? Is she okay?-Spencer asks Gideon when he turns off the phone, Gideon ignores the second question.

–we were right about the trap. It was rigged to explode. A SWAT agent died.

Spencer could finally breathe, unfortunately, you guys lost a swat agent, there's no word to describe a loss but since he didn't know whose the person was, he couldn't feel much.

[Break time]

You huffed stressed, when you arrived in BAU, and with no time you're dragged again inside the car with Hotch and Morgan, really? On the back/rear seat again?

– Thank you. We just got a lead

–So we did get a name?-you ask with hope.

–And an address.-Morgan complete.

After the FBI agents get out of that house, they explained what they saw, you just could feel your stomach churn in despair, we're too late.

As you thought, you three come back inside the car.

[...]

Shopping scene.

Your heart was racing when you start running heading towards the security room with Hotch.

You saw how stressed Hotchner was when he reported the men's localisation to Morgan, the minute after this you tried to calm down Hotchner which you did a great job, affirming that his wife probably cancelled the photography shoot with his son, because, according to you, she'd like to do it with her family together.

– Thank you kid, it was such a stressful day.

– A stressful case Sir.-you cross your arms breathing.–Gladly our team were able to finish 'em, you can go back home and hug your family.-he returns you with a soft yet weak smile, that man need a good sleep.

– I'll make sure to listen to you more, Morgan told me you, the minutes before the explosion that you have warned him that something was oddly and all the cases before it too.

– Thanks sir, but now, what do we do now?

– We should head home kid.

[...]

I'm an adult, geez, why do they call me kid or child!

–Nala, do you think Am I a kid?-she barked, you felt a pang into your heart.-No no Nala, mommy is an adult woman, right?-the dog hides it's face under its paws, you just stare at her.

You cannot believe, your own dog getting doctrinesed against you.

–What a meanie.

The day was stressful and you needed a good nap after a good warm shower and Spencer couldn't show up, since they arrived late that day, he didn't mean to bother you.

[...]

SEX, BIRTH, DEATH

Spencer is in a hurry while drawing a boy profile on his notebook, he almost bump in JJ, his hands were moving as the flash as it could possibly do, he picked up the phone talking with someone, minutes before it you were talking with Gideon when you saw your friend agitated.

– What's popping?-you cheerfully ask, but when he answers you weren't spectating for it.– Okay I'm out of this case.

– Oh no, you will come.-Spencer says.-Right, Gideon?-the confidence in Spence eyes made Gideon only nod, he never saw it, not even when playing chess.-Told you.

You two hastens away from them, and Gideon gives a forth look at you both and back then at JJ.

– What's happening between these two?

– I don't know Sir, as far as I know, they're friends with odds way in demonstrating it.

– Friends... I see, if you say, I don't mind, is not my business anyway, call Hotch and tell him he should come with us to the dead-house.

[...]

Oh my J. Why are you there staring at a woman dead body? ok, you knew ehy you were here, because a special lad dragged against your will, but why they needed you in this case? Dummy girl, you thought to  yourself, 'because you're part of their team'

Hence, as you can see, complaining wouldn't help much, wake up and start working, you noticed the woman body and if Spencer is 100% right, the boy that had done it is mad mad, could only be a boy in a sophomore year or a first year university student, but your money's is on the first option, yet your guts don't lie, there's something odd.

While you were heading back to BAU, you complained.

– Why you needed me?

– Because yes, and besides this poor affirmation, did you noticed something?

– We will need to see Garcia and check up, but I bet the boy you met is a horny boy with a wretched mind, but my guess is, he's might be a sophomore year student.

– Okay, but why sophomore year?

– Ill give you a simple answer, because its the horny age, Spence.-he gasped.

– Oh okay, but I don't think it affects everybody at this age.-yeah Spencer, I can believe.-I never.

– Neither did I, but as far as I can know my friends had done a lot of stupid things while I were studying.

–O, gotcha, though I never had friends.

– Okay, okay, do I need to repeat it again? I'm  your bestie right now, what is in the past, must stay in the past ok.-you couldn't notice at first(because you were looking at the pavement movement)but what you said made he open a wide smile

– Right, let's see Garcia.

[...]

Time flies by and BAU is getting the unsub out of hands, now after the sixteen years old girl death you've been set to work with Garcia, you both less than 10 minutes found what Spencee wanted, as a reward suddenly out of nowhere, Reid kisses your forehead while he held your cheeks happily as soon he rushes out of the room leaving you with a speechless shocked face and a shocked Garcia growing with slowly a mischievous grin.

–What the heck have I just seen?

–Don't make me questions that I can't answer.

...

You're passing by Reid table, he called you but you were with your purse on hands ready to go home, when Garcia stopped you holding your arm.

–We're hitting town tonight, you two, let's go.

– I don't feel like the a good company tonight, sorry.

– Neither do I, my precious hacker.-you Tey to fawn her, but you won't get out.

–Hm nope, you two, don't make me bring both of you by force, good boy.-she says when Spencer gives up getting up.

–I don't when drink, my dear!

–Then I pay you a soda.-Spencer continues, making Garcia proud.-What!? Why are you looking at me like that?

– Because I'll rip your bashful smile out of your face.

–Don't brag sweetie, we are going now -Garcia dragged you outside.

However when you arrived near the car Spencer got a call and his cheerfully smiled dropped in seconds.

–What happened??-you came closer him, but he opens the back seat door of Penelope's car, he makes you get inside and then rushed to Garcia.

–It's Nathan.

°°°

After what happened with the boy, Spencer left with Gideon while Penelope were being comforted by Morgan, and you, well with the wind, you shake your head getting out of there going to the nearest bus stop, when the bus arrived you heard your name being called but you were already in.

When you arrived in home you put all of your clothes in the washing machine and took a good shower ready to sleep, the panic and blood that you saw this week were enough, but as you're an unfortunate person someone rang your house's bell. Before opening the door you check who's the visitor,  if is an unknown you would call Nala and pick up your gun, but all what you see is a pale Spencer, you mentally shrugs but open your door.

–Hey, you shouldn't be here after what happened, you should've be at..-y/n is interrupted by a tight hug that almost made her fall on the floor, confused you trust in your guts  and just held his hug the warmest way possible.-Shushh, it's okay, it's okay, Spence, what we saw today it's over now, right?-He kept holding you in his arms,  you thought Gideon calmed him over past hour, but as you can see, Spencer is here, his hands trembling as hell.

You had to force him sit down on your sofa and drink a calming tea, not coffee for tonight, Spencer apologised for his abruptly visit but he also remarked that he'd told uou earlier that day he'd come to you house, it's was awkwardly after the hug because you didn't know what to say when you and he shared minutes that seemed hours staring at each other. You moved haste first, holding his hand and making him sit down while you were preparing the tea.

Nala leant her head on his lap, which seems to distract him, that's a good girl.

After the tea, Spencer quickly sleeps on your comfy large sofa, which causes you to cover him up, you mutter lowly to Nala.

–Keep an eye on our boy girl, mom will sleep too.

And after that day, something happened in both heart's,  but no one would do anything, not now.

Spencer had been visiting you lately at night times, you never asked why he's coming when you both finish your cases, because deep down, his company doesn't make you feel lonely, not ignoring Nala's existence, but having another human near, laughing and telling secrets and stories could never be replaced, even if that person its always bringing you scientific facts.

....

Derek Morgan's case close — you were mad at everybody, you were paired to work with Garcia, check as quick as possible to get your friend out of his prison. You couldn't believe either Hotch or Gideon were doing, how could be all of them fools, the moment you realised was the same moment you read the letter that Carl Bufort sent to the judge, your tears were burning your eyes and cheeks, Garcia asked worried why you were crying, she never saw you crying like this, eyes filled with a quiet anger.–"Hon' what happened, why are you crying? This is just a letter".–"Garcia... Haven't you noticed why Derek never told us about his past? Is because he have a scar, a deep scar that is private, why do you think he doesn't wanna us to know, I'd feel the same.Yet your friend couldn't understand.–"Garcia...All the clues have dots and those dots links each other" when she connected then her face fell.

The case went by and you two said anything, you'd didn't wanted to make Morgan sad or get him angry, since the stress of this case, this is a matter that isn't your place to say anything if the person wants to forget about their scars, thing that Gideon and Hotch unfortunately opened again, you know, somehow it was needed yet in a unpleasant way.

...

No way out (part 1 of 2)

Nala is the star of this episode, your brave girl helped a lot, you didn't enter the house, your dong sniffed something as she ran you followed and alerted everybody foretelling that you found the trailer, you dog haven't enter3d but barked, Hotchner came in first, then Spencer, Prentiss and you the last, your eyes googled in dread and further you see more your stomach churn, Spencer approached you pulling you out of the car, he seemed pale as a ghost.

–Are you okay?- you ask him first.

...

After that case, Spencer was once again at your house, eating and watching something you didn't know what it was, you didn't complain, seeing him distracted and calmer is enough, after dealing with that psychopath who still ran away right above your  nose, twas enough.

You sat beside him, giving him a tea cup, while you were sipping your mug with coffee and milk mixed, he stares at the tea cup followed by your coffee mug.

–Why tea?

– You need rest.

– I can sleep by drinking coffee, your coffee is good.

– Caffeine is considered to be a stimulant, which means it increases activity in your brain and nervous system. It also increases the circulation of chemicals such as cortisol and adrenaline in the body. In small doses, caffeine can make you feel refreshed and focused, yet beyond that I surely consider, enough for you today.-he stares at you with those eyes of an abandoned dog that has given up pestering, you were right and he tasted his own poison.

– If this is the reason, you should've a cup of tea then.

– Milk softens the effect of caffeine and despite of it, coffee gives me a reverse effect, I usually get sleepy when my belly is warm.

He roll his eyes with a tiny smile while his head hangs back.

– I can't really believe in what I have heard.

– It's up to you mate, wether you like it or not, this is what happens.

You guys stays in a silent for a couple of minutes when until he question you:

– How you can do that?

– Do what specifically?

– You never flinch when you see mutiled bodies, dead bodies either being of a woman or a child.

With it your body language changed, you tensed reflecting about it, it's true, every case when you're exposed to dreadful backgrounds, your face is neutral, your eyebrows and shoulders just tenses and recoil, you're always with a cheerfully smile, lightning the room even when you stay shut saying nothing only when you have something. Why and how can you just simply act as if nothing happened as each case passes by worsening than the latest case?

Your mind turned numb, your eyes for seconds with no light, Spencer panicked seeing your silence, you usually snaps back.

– Sorry, you don't need to answer if you ...-you tilt your head toward him.

– Honestly or the basic resume?-he hesitated before looking at your eyes.

– The first one.

– Honestly,  I don't know since when I'm like this, I think it's because I don't want to be seem as a weak person, as well I either flinch or cry, I shall not show it, because inside of my head it shows me how weak I am.-Spencer halts his cup of tea on the small table near the sofa, with a quick move he approached his body near your, side by side.

– Why do you say that? Flinching is not a demonstration of weakness nether crying showing them doesn't make you any less brave, in my opinion, it just shows that you're a human and that you care ..

– You didn't get it Spence, before I make it at the BAU, I saw plenty of things that followed my dreams turning them into nightmares, I couldn't even sleep, always crying and in the next morning Id have to put on a makeup so none would noticed that I've been crying the whole night and my mental health wasn't getting any better, but then some episodes later...-his attention is all on you.- Some how I manage to surpress everything that scared me, because I thought to meself, this is the career I've chosen and I shouldn't be scared or surprised anymore, cuz deep down I knew what would happen. I've built a China's wall around my feelings and that why I try my best at not showing you guys any reaction, I longed for become my strongest version of meself.

Spencer took mental notes about what you said and he understood the meaning of all of this, but he also knew you're not all good up here (mind) and that it might be a little fucked up, he gives you a tender smile, his hand struggled but he messed your hair making you frown, what he really wanted to do was stroke your loosen hair, but well, he's such a gentleman.

– What was it?

– Nothing, by the way, I think you should, step by step if you'd like, show more reactions when we see dreadful things, you know, when you don't do it you make all if us look silly.

– Oi! I'm not the only one doing it, Hotchner barely changes his humour and the new agent also never flinch and I mean, mo offending.

– You understood what I meant, don't compare yourself with the others, there's only a Morgan as so  I have only one y/n.-you bubbly laugh.

– After my dim statement you managed to make me laugh, you have an odd way to flatter me Spence.

– Just because your mind is different from others.-you lean in, catching by surprise with such closeness.

– Why? You're saying Am I weird?

– No! Well, I mean, only if you consider me weird as well, because the way your mind works is same as mine, different, oddly.-you back off still staring him with a sassy smile, around him you naturally have a side smile spread.

– Two weirdos then, cheers.-Nala is sleeping when you get up.– If you still coming at my door at night I think I should buy a new bed and put in my office so you could sleep properly while you're resting here.-he urgently denies.

– There's no need for it, if you want me to leave, I'll leave rig..-he stands up faster than you thought.

– Heck no! Back off genius, you're staying with me tonight and in any night time you'd want, you're always welcome Spence, I was just joking silly boy.

– Ah... So I'm nor leaving?

– If you dare to put a toe out my doorstep, I'll drag you inside by your hair.–Spencer begins to laugh sitting again on the couch, inside you something stirred, you'd like to ask him, why is he always coming at your door, doesn't he thinks that you're boring?

Spencer noticed you dull expression, you're thinking in something, because when you're doing it, he knows you lost yourself in your thoughts being em not very pleasant.

– I'd pay billions of dollar's to know what's inside your mind right now.-he snaps you out of your reality.

–What? Were you profiling me right now?-you scoffed a laugh arms crossed.

– Kind of, what you were thinking?

Nothing important you'd say, but you rather started an another subject.

– Do you wanna visit my little piece of heaven? I think I haven't shown you where I work when I ain't at the BAU.-Spencer again quickly haste from the sofa, making you giggled, you show him the way past the hall going up the brief staircase to a singular door made of polished wooden. – When I was a child I've always dreamed of having my little special place so I could run in and stay safe.

– Are you sure you want to share it with me then?-you violently nod with a pout.

– You're my very being person, Spence, you're my best friend.-his heart doesn't want only it.– And I haven't been a good hostess, I just showed you the loo, kitchen and living room, except the most exciting part of my residence.

– Go on.-he anxious yearns, what's behind the door? So this is the space you do your things? It's the place you are comfortable in, it's your special place, it means a lot for you.– You're making me interested and curious.

Saying nothing more you open the door revealing what behind the door, his face just enlighten with the view, getting in before you in excitement, Reid its definitely on cloud nine, his fingers began to do theirs strange movements when he's thinking as well his tongue.

Behind the door you have hidden a mix between where you'd called it a mix between an office and a library, high bookshelves with loads of book yet there's still space to fit more of em and in the center there's an office table with your PC sided by a laptop aside by a lampshade, your office chair in position, near one of the bookshelves there's there's a comfy armchair beside it a couch-rest bed, where your body fits perfectly but not Spencer, if he'd want to use he'd have to shrink a wee.

– Book!-he's already checking on them like of he was a little boy fan of dinosaurs visiting a paleontology museum for the first time seeing his favourites stuffs.-You have never interested me more.– and his heart and brain comes to terms, he wanna marry you, when? He doesn't knows, but he'll even not knowing what to do with it.– And you hide it from me, how dare you.-you look astonished coming closer his side.

– You know, I thought you'd find me weird

– More than people think about meself? Not in a hundred times, that's the place you find come to work, study and also relax?-you positively nod making his heart beat faster.

– Here's where I can find an escape, mainly when I'm alone after arriving home due to a stressful work day also when you don't come, I stay here until I fall asleep, I think the day I marry, if I marry and don't get killed, I'd like to buy a bigger house just to have a library inside home and don't mix with office business.

Reid is holding a handcover book, turning his entire body in front of you. The moment you mentioned marriage, buying a bigger house and make a library stirred his being.

– Do you wanna marry some day?

– Pretty boy, who doesn't? But if I don't find anyone worth of my love in the future, my prince and his dark horse, Imma just marry myself.-he falls into a laugh, you're unbelievable.- What? Why are you laughing at me?

– The mind of yours have an enchanting way to catch me off guard.-you gasp, he isn't cooperating with you when he's just simply and bluntly tells you what he thinks, making your heart skip a beat, it's unfair.

The more you make him laugh, open a wide smile, listen to him when he's telling unfortunate facts or fun facts, make him feels out of breathe when you walk in saying good morning or good night, the more you make him skip a heart beat, the more your intimacy growths.

It should be illegal, your mere existence should be illegal, he's not safe around you.

[Revelations]

In this case you stayed with Gideon and Spencer, but along the way everything started to crumble.

Garcia couldn't access the serial killer's IP, this issue were giving to everyone a headache the killer was a psychotic, a sick person who was commenting crimes desecrating sacred verses from the Bible for Christians in his every murder case.

Albeit everything begins downhill when Spencer and JJ were sent to go to Hankel's house

When they found JJ, only her returning from the mission, you for the first time in one of the cases with the BAU, you stepped back, your heart races as Sonic were in a desperate  hurry, yet it did not allow you to cry, you could only tremble when everyone went searching for clues to find Reid.

However nothing was working, why!?  Why!?

Until the video reaches you and Penelope also joins in person with everyone at Hankel's house, seeing him in that chair made your body tense, an anger you hid for so long, one of the feelings you deprived for long years for her to be sane as well as the sadness that filled her heart at seeing Reid so vulnerable.

You couldn't take it and left the room, Prentiss after the video was over went to comfort you and you, the person who seems a little difficult to hug, hugs her, that showed how fragile you were.

Prentiss wasn't the only one, JJ too, but you didn't want to forgive her, she should have stayed together with him, they both should have stayed together, she could have taken care of him, but here she was.

Of course!  You don't really blame her, I was just as in shock as you are and if I were you in her shoes I'd understand, her empathy was sometimes a pain in the ass and sometimes a blessing.

Morgan and Penelope went to talk to you shortly thereafter, both to reassure and to see if you were still in a position to stay on the case and you said that you wouldn't go anywhere without seeing until Reid is safe and sound.

Every minute when you were with them and alone, you try to stay positive, attracting only good things like "Spencer will be saved, he'll be in safety soon, we will find him, you'll find him"

You could barely sleep, even when you closed your eyes to sleep, your anxieties were still awake

And it was then that after the dead couple you gave up, you decided to help Penelope, not knowing that it could work, you took a local map and tried to memorize a bit of what you saw of the video, the place behind what it was

The time now was your worst enemy, the sand in the hourglass reaching to its limits, a valued time that you didn't have, that Spencer didn't have

You didn't know how long he could stand being in the hands of that crazy Raphael, you just wanted to cry, but the tears didn't fall, not while everyone could hear, leave them for later

Garcia told you to rest and you agreed, but when everyone went to sleep, you returned, sleep could not take effect as your mind was dominated by adrenaline

You stayed up all night again until everyone was surprised to see you with the exhausted look and a bad mood, but you got something in the middle of the night, yet it barely escaped your hands and you told Garcia, she asked how it is you only managed to say "I don't know how I let it slip, but I was so close to find"

Before the nightfall you captured the signal and IP address of that video, you managed to decode whatever your input was, as if it were a plague of locusts that wiped out the entire corn crop, quickly and decisively.

You trembled and stuttered with words while the map was in your held,  the map that you manually drew on the computer screen and handed to your team.

— "I found it, I I I saw the details behind the doorstep, there's trees and a graveyard nearest, please, just believe me without making question when we don't I have time, is a damnit gun shoot deep in the dark, but I'm sure we will find our boy"

And then you fainted, Morgan's arm quickly held you when your body and consciousness betrayed you, Morgan had to carry you to a bed and lay you on it, right after all of they left to find Spencer while a cop were looking after you.

You couldn't sleep well, you didn't even were able to sleep, then your body claimed for its well deserved rest when your work is done.

Reid is rescued, all of em were relieved when they saw him alive, in a bad and desperate state but alive, godforsaken, all seemed so relived when your guidance leaded them at the right place

Hankel got shot, anyway

Spencer was so weak, he was a definition of a mess, a mix of feelings  that he couldn't even describe, seeing the whole team coming for his rescued. All the tight hugs he received, except one, yours.

– Where's y/n? Why she's not with you?- he asks Gideon who huffs in worry.

– Agent y/l/n fainted before she could make it.-he became paler than he was, he babbled.

– W What!? What happened with her, is she okay? Is she safe?

– Safer than she could possibly be, kid, she found your localisation, Garcia told us she barely could rest, she stayed up all night, she haven't grip a nap then her body claimed for its own rest when it recognised that her work was done. -Gideon pat his shoulder, let's go home boy.

So it means, because of you, he is safe now, not in a condition indeed yet alive he remains.

– Can I have... Can I have a second alone?-Gideon didn't wanted, but his lips shrink agreeing.

And then, Reid comes back and took the drugs.

Then the weekend came, at 06 a.m you left your house in which you dedicate this time to walk your dog. Your mind filled with the scenes of Reid being captive,  you haven't seen he since then.

You returned home an hour and thirty minutes later, took a good shower and then left again, but Nala stayed at home this time.

You went to a shooting club, you have calmly put on the headphone protectors while you loaded your gun looking at the target(using eyes protectos too), the first shoot in the left side of the chest straightforwardly in the lungs was enough to make your mind weak against the demons that you once make a oath that you would never let em win you mind over.

A flashback knocked down your mind guard.

Unknown years ago

Before working for the BAU at Quantico you used to work in London before your transference and recommendation letter, you used to be just like Garcia, without the twisted nicknames, an assistant rookie with your work friend, they used to be your best friend, until the day they had been take as hostage, you truly tried, yes you did, every effort to make em get out that situation, racing against a time you barely had.

She got shot, the right in the middle of its head, you saw the photos and you blamed yourself for that day, you should've be at they side, you'd do anything to be in their place, yet they wouldn't return, but what freaked you out was knowing that your another colleague were a traitor that also made the trap which get your friend killed, how could you let it happen?

That was the very case that you got yourself into depression, no one could be trusted enough, they'll bite you back. After their death, you couldn't stop sobbing nor crying when you're left alone in your flat, but you had to fake it, because if people from  work felt that something is up with you, they would make you resign and go to therapy or a psychiatric, well, you should've go but you didn't, so you faked every single day the most brightest smile, covering the wounds that the past left in your life.

And seeing that same scene after those years happening with Spencer, your mind entered in a frenzy, too much for your poor heart.

"- not again please."

You felt a gentle hand touching your forearm snaped you out of your mind.

–Are you all right kid?-it was Morgan voice, what is he doing here? You thought.

–W...What? Wait, what are you doing here?- you put down the gun.

– Sometimes I come here to de-stress, I think you're doing the same, but you look awful.

– Thank you for the compliment.-you replied grumpy.

– Easy girl, but since you're here, wanna bet just to see who shoots better?

– You're making my hour worth now.-you take a deep breath.-And don't tell the others that you saw me here, none need to know my whereabouts when I'm enjoying my weekend.

– Not even Garcia and Reid?

– If they ask, you can, but they won't, I'm boring and let me be boring in the weekends.-Morgan denies with a smiling face nod.

– Whatever the little princess wants.-you shyly smile.-But I think you should visit Spencer after getting out of here.-your eyes googled at him, Reid isn't okay? Of course he isn't but you don't want to bother him.

–Why should I? Have something happened?

– You're his friend, I dear to say the closest and that would understand his geeky speeches, besides it I think something is popping inside his mind.-your eyes softens, your heart just listening about his name and what might be happening give you such a pang in the heart.

– I don't want to bother him.

– Bother him?-Morgan loads his gun.-I think, besides me of course, you're like the one that make that boy smile in a way that I, as a common person with a common sense could sense that he loves you when you're around.-your cheeks starts to warm-up, you load you gun once again.

– Don't say things that you might be wrong.

– I used to say the same about your guesses and in the end, you 95% was right.

– Where is 5%?

– I am a proud man kid, I have to maintain my esteem.-you laughed.

– Okay, I'd visit him anyway, but thanks for explaining your thoughts, you might be 100% right.

– Then let's see who's better with a gun.-he declared.-Beware girl, I'll win.

–What a cocky conclusion and, please, tell me where Spencer lives, I forgot his address.

– It's a matter of fact that I'll win and ok, after our deal, I'll give his address, ready or not, there I go.

Well, Morgan won and as a prize, he asked you to bring your special brownies.

You just lose for a slightly difference, Ouch, with a pout on your face you left heading towards home, but in the middle of your track you remembered and as you were not far away from his home, you changed your route.

You toc-toc his door, arm's crossed anxiously waiting, what would you say? You have no subject to talk about, and you're also afraid what are you supposed to do with your visit.

You knocked again and no response again, you inhale and toc one more time.

–Reid, please, open the door..-you're giving up.- Reid I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you when they rescued you, I am really but you know, I really wanted to make it, so please open the door and then shuts it again, I know that friends are supposed to support each other in their darkest times, Reid if you don't want to see me because of this, I'll leave, but you won't get rid of me that easi..-And then the angels answer came, the door is wide open as your eyes due to the suddenly action.– What th...

You're caught off guard, because the moment Reid opened his door, pushed you in closing the door behind him,he quickly pulled you into his embrace, holding you in as if you were a precious dragon's gold, and he'd be the dragon in his most desperate way to protect what belongs to it. Although this isn't the real meaning of all of his action.

Reid tightly hugs you, notnwant to letting you go and in a moment of shock you did nothing, but then your gentle hands fondle his back soon turning in a reciprocal hug, if he takes off your lung ait, you'd let.

– Thank you , thank you and thank you again.-he whispers under his breath, fraught in his voice. You had to shut down your eyes.-You saved me, I know the others did the same, but you found me, you found me y/n, and I'll be always grateful for it, I owe you and I'm so sorry...What I did when I chos..

– Shhh... It's okay, It's okay, I'm here and you didn't do anything wrong. There's nothing to apologise for.-you slowly untangled of his hug, just to hold his hand gently stating into his eyes, you hardly do this, you can't keep it for a long period.

His deep red eyes with the bags under his eyes, steaming glowing eyes, he sniffing his nose to not cry, his vulnerable state, his soft hair all in disorder.

Your face trembled, seeing he in this way, how to control your own breathing? You should be strong, you're always have been the strongest, even when you crumbled.

But you couldn't say much, your lips shavers when you tried to say something or smile, your bidy shifted the weight side to side, as you opened your arms, inviting to another hug, as if this action speak for itself: "Hush now, it's alright, you're no longer alone." And Reid hugged you again, a mix of gentle, starved touch of a hug.

Morgan was right, he needed you.

Hence the moment Reid saw you in his doorstep, and heard everything that you were saying (he was in the bathroom until he recognised your voice) he knew that his heart was no longer his to keep.

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Blueberry Muffins - Spencer Reid x Baker!Reader

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CHAPTER 6

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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