#emily admit your defeat

[ssahopelessly]

Sick Leave

Synopsis: There has never been a time where she was ‘too sick’ to go to work.

Request: Could you do a Spencer x BAU Reader where she is sick but doesn’t want to admit it and comes into work? Please?

Warning: SpencerxFemReader, ambiguous relationship, symptom descriptions, sans Spencer’s germophobia, light displays of affection // let me know any I missed!

Word Count: 1.8k

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If you had asked me what my problem was that morning, I would have endless options but I couldn’t really decide on which one was actually the front runner. Maybe the inability to breathe properly, maybe the scratchiness at the back of my throat, or maybe it was the headache that seemed to be wrapping around my head like it’s own imaginary gym headband. But maybe, it was the way I still went to work, having taken some medication and telling myself the symptoms would subside. Or at least I hoped they would.

I had stopped by my desk, trying to rub the pressure from my head as I felt a pair of eyes on me, studying me in my state from across the aisle. “Are you feeling okay?” Most sounds had only made my headache twinge in sharp pain, but I was thankful that didn’t seem to be the effect with him. His voice was a cool breeze, wrapping around my shoulders to fight the heat that had rushed over my skin.

“Pfft, yeah. I’m fine.” I tried to dismiss him though, turning to see the rightfully deserved quirked up eyebrow he was casting at me. “I’m fine.” Was another attempt at reassurance that probably would’ve been believable if, in my state, I hadn’t also tried to take a step forward towards my chair, and nearly stumbled on my two feet, almost falling to the ground.

Spencer was soon behind me though, pulling me up onto my feet with an arm around my waist as he pulled me to his chest, safer there than the floor. He kicked my chair further out with his foot as I grabbed onto the desk for stability, the both of us wrestling my body towards the seat.

“You’re definitely not fine.” Was huffed into my ear as I was finally seated, eyes all over me as he backed up slightly, assessing me in my state. The back of his hand raised to my forehead, bottom corner of his lip pulling inward. “You have a fever.” I avoided looking into his eyes as his hands slipped under my ears on both sides of my head and towards the back of my head, somewhere near where my hairline met my neck, fingertips pressing into the skin in their vicinity. “And I can feel how swollen your lymph nodes are.” I would blame the potential fever on the blush that rushed to my cheeks, knowing that the way he was holding my head was a bit more intimate than acceptable for simple coworkers. If Derek had held Emily or JJ’s head like this, there would be room for concern or rumors.

“What is that supposed to even mean?” An attempt to breathe through my nose had him recoiling back, the proof that I was congested hanging between us.

“It means you’re sick and need to go home.”

“You’re not even a medical doctor. You can’t make that call.” His stare softened as his hand reached up once more to brush hair from my face to behind my ear.

“Do you want to talk to Hotch or should I?”

“I don’t want to go home. I want to work.” I forced the pout on my lips, knowing my bottom lip jutting out was often how I got him to cave in an argument. But he simply closed his eyes and turned away from me, moving back towards his desk.

“Okay,” was his admit of defeat, “Fine. I just feel like you should go home. Just trying to look out for you.” There was a layer of hurt in his words that made me feel guilty. Spencer buried his nose in a book, practically ignoring me from my side of the aisle, and that might’ve hurt more than his words. No matter how aggressive my cough had become, or how many times I sneezed, not a look, not a ‘bless you’, nothing. It was just an effort to look out for me, we both knew this. But I was stubborn, and it honestly just felt like a head cold. I could work through a head cold with medicine. I had done it before, I could surely do it again.

-

I’m not sure when, and I’m not sure how. All I know is, I was being woken up by someone shaking my arm, and when I opened my eyes, Aaron Hotchner was squatting down at the side of my desk, a sympathetic smile on his face. Dad Hotch was coming out for me in his smile, a sharp contrast to the stern exterior that usually accompanied SSA Hotchner. “Go home.” Was all he offered, the corner of his lips never falling.

“No,” it came out more of a whine than I had originally meant, my head pounding as I lifted it from where it had been resting on my arms. “I want to stay.”

“You’re sick. And you were sleeping here for an hour. Go home.” Another attempt at pleading with him would have dropped cold on the floor, and I wasn’t going to argue with him when he just explained to me how long I had been out. Gathering my things from my desk, Aaron walked me towards the sixth floor elevator bay, where Spencer joined us.

“I got her from here.” The grudge from earlier had been dropped, as his hand reached for my bag, draping the strap onto his other shoulder that wasn’t occupied by his own work bag. Aaron offered him a smile and nod before reentering the BAU glass doors, the only other company with Spencer and I being the hum of the elevator car as we waited. I kept my arms wrapped around myself, feeling very much like a child in a child swap dynamic. “Told you.” He muttered under his breath as he rocked from his heel to his toes. Rolling my eyes at him, I entered the elevator when it finally showed up, Spencer reaching over for the ground floor button as the door closed us in.

On the few occasions Spencer and I had carpooled to work, Spencer had noted that I tend to park in the same area and I tried to explain to him it was the prime parking spot location, and the banter had fallen off after that. Now, I was happy he seemed to know where I would have parked that morning, his hand reaching into my bag for my car keys. I had wanted to drive, but it was another instance where Spencer seemed to know better than me, and my energy was dwindling to maintain any fight that could start between us.

The drive home was quiet and I was fighting sleep. I would never admit to being sick and/or tired, but I was grateful for being sent home. I was grateful for having someone like Spencer as my coworker and my ‘something more’, but I didn’t know to what extent I was entitled to some actions. “Are you at least going to stay with me?”

“I’m taking you home, aren’t I?” There was a twinkle in the corner of his eye as he tried not to laugh at me, doing a terrible job of suppressing his humor from his lips. I sank further into my seat as we traveled further from Quantico and closer back to the residential part of DC. I had already fallen asleep at work, surely Spencer wouldn’t be surprised if I fell asleep on the car ride home.

-

“We’re here.” This time, I was woken by Spencer’s hand on my thigh as he had opened the passenger door and was working on getting my seatbelt off of me. Something he couldn’t quite do as my arms were once again wrapped over my chest and my head was resting against the strap as it crossed my shoulder. I just grunted as I reached for my bag that had been at my feet, seeing Spencer had once again placed the strap over his own shoulder to carry it for me. He stepped to the side as I tried to climb out, offering a hand for me to hold when he thought I might need it.

I was still capable enough to unlock my apartment in my state, but that didn’t stop Spencer from wanting to stay, entering my place with me. He placed my bag on one of the bar stools, like he’d seen me do countless times before, then just kind of watched me as I moved through my space. Sleep hadn’t left my system just yet, as I bumped into the door frame into my room, immediately pulling my top off, attempting to throw it towards the hamper. My pajamas had been resting on the foot of my bed and I had fully changed over to those by the time Spencer entered my room, hand in his pockets as he watched me from the door. “You didn’t have to tell Hotch.” I tried to chide him as I pulled the layers of fabric back from my spot on the mattress.

“I didn’t.” I raised my eyebrow at him, his head bowing as he took a moment to laugh under his breath, stepping into the room now. “You fell asleep at your desk. He asked what was wrong and I just told him you hadn’t been feeling well.”

“So you snitched on me?”I climbed into bed, back under my covers because that seemed like the best place for me to be in this moment. If I had been sent home from work, I was simply going to sleep the day away. Spencer sat on the side of the mattress, reaching for the covers to pull them over my body for me.

“Get some sleep.” The look of adoration was so intense, I thought I might actually see cartoon hearts take form in his eyes, his hand reaching up to gently brush the pad of his thumb over my cheekbone.

I couldn’t stay mad at him, not for being overprotective or for telling Hotch. He was doing what he thought was best in an effort to care for me, and where it maybe hadn’t been how I would’ve handled the situation, it was only in my best interest. I reached for his hand as it rested between us now, trying to interlace my fingers with his. He let it happen, his focus seemingly only on our hold. “Spenc-”

“Sleep.” A kiss was applied to my forehead before I laid back against the pillows, watching him as he moved from the bed back towards the door frame, hand lingering over the light switches.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime.” Pressing a hand to my lips, I blew him a kiss as he turned off the lights in my room, a blush rising to his cheek as he cracked the door in his exit. I listened for the sounds of his departure from the apartment, but instead only heard the sounds of him moving through the kitchen, probably making lunch. I pulled the pillow next to me closer, trying to imagine it was him, that it had been him cuddling me into tranquility as I drifted off to sleep.

-

For the alternate twist on this trope, check out my SickSpencerxFemReader fic here!

Thank you for reading!

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oh my god I need a sonnett x reader for my SOUL,,, maybe a lil smut,,, some strap action- 👀👀👀

if you want a specific request maybe the reader plays for portland and has a rivalry with sonny and things get a lil heated after a match,,, 👀 xx

Rivals

Emily Sonnett x fem!reader

SMUT 18+

It is a friendly game between OL Reign and Portland Thorns. Even if the game had no potential value, it doesn’t mean the competition is any lower. Both teams have held a deep rivalry with each other for so long that neither will admit to defeat easily.

So here you are in the second half with only 5 minutes left of stoppage time and a tied score of 2-2. There have been many fouls called on both sides from the roughness of trying to keep possession of the ball, like right now. You’re trying to maneuver the ball closer to the penalty box, but the relentless defender Emily Sonnett will not allow you to do so with her arm wrapped around yours and her feet kicking at your legs. Eventually, she times her kicks a little too early, causing you to trip and fall.

The ref blows the whistle, signaling for a free kick as Emily approaches her trying to defend her behalf. The foul was committed a little outside the box, making it easy for you to kick it in or close to goal. After a minute, the defender stops her protests and gets in position while you adjust the ball to your liking. The sound of the whistle signals it is time to start, so you hold your arm up and kick high in the air, flying over the wall of defenders and allowing Smith to head it into the goal.

The stadium starts rumbling while the whole team runs to both you and Sophia, hugging you both in the middle. Reign kicks off the ball for a second only to be stopped by the blow of the final whistle. Everyone goes to hug the opposite team players, and when you go to hug Emily and back up, her hand grabs your hip and pulls you in her direction.

“You’re going to regret that foul when you’re panting underneath me tonight, begging for me to let you cum.” She mumbles it so the cameras can’t catch what she is saying to you.

Yes, both of your teams are rivals, and yes, you shouldn’t be sleeping with the enemy, but ever since you both ran into each other at a club, it’s really hard to stop. You were going out with a few of your teammates and you got a little too tipsy for your liking, but so did Emily. She started with teasing you and then dancing, but it led to you making out in the corner of the dance floor and stumbling into a cab together.

The two of you get along quite well, but you’re both afraid of admitting you could be something more than just fuck buddies, so you leave it like that. You’re also very competitive against one another on the field so that dampers both of your prospects on a relationship forming. There’s no harm in getting a few mind-blowing orgasms occasionally by someone you find extremely attractive.

“I bet you regret losing, don’t you?” You taunt back before making your way toward your team, stunning the blonde who stands still in her place. Yes, you both have your fronts, but whenever Sonnett makes a bold phrase like that, you’re usually immediately under her control. Today, basking in your win, you’re not going to give up that easily.

When you’re done rinsing off and changing, you head out of the locker room only to get pulled by your arm right away, confusing you and giving you whiplash. Noticing it’s Emily, you relax a bit, but you’re soon shoved into what seems to be a janitor's closet. Her hands grab your hips and slam you against the now-closed door before viciously attacking your neck without warning. She kisses any skin available and nips at the spots she knows drive you crazy.

“Sonny, what are you doing? Someone will find us.” The words spurting out your mouth are supposed to be filled with worry, but with her teeth scraping along your sweet spot, the words come out as broken sighs.

“The door is locked, and if you keep quiet, no one will know that we’re in here.”

“We are not having sex in a janitor's closet!” You whisper yell to get your point across without someone hearing you.

The older girl pulls away from the crook of your neck with a grin on her face. “Why don’t you come over to mine then, baby? I’ll show you who the rightful winner is.” You practically gulp at her sentence, answering her question with an eager nod, causing the blonde to chuckle. “So obedient.”

Emily opens up the closet and slips out to see if anyone is around. Once she sees that the cost is clear, she knocks 3 times on the door, signaling it’s okay to come out. When you come out, her arm wraps around your shoulders, pulling you into her as she takes you to her car.

She leans down and presses a subtle kiss to your ear and whispers, “We’re gonna have so much fun, princess.”

—

“Is this what winners look like? Begging underneath the supposed loser to cum?” Emily’s fingers drag tortuously in and out of you for what feels like the 30th time.

A thin layer of sweat covers your skin from the hours of edging as your legs tremble due to your body being overly sensitive. Right when you walked through her door, you were pushed against the door while Emily ripped off all your clothes one by one. You thought you’d be more on the rough side and still be able to get off, but boy were you wrong.

Her idea of showing you who the winner is is by having total control. Making sure your hands stay to yourself, feeling your walls clamp around her fingers only to pull away so you can’t cum, driving your body into overstimulation, making you look like a rag doll. Emily has been competitive at heart since she was born always competing against her twin sister to now playing professional soccer.

She adores it when you look weak beneath her. How she would love to just take a picture and show it to all your teammates to prove that you’re such an obedient girl for her, something no one would know from your facade on the pitch.

“Em, let me cum once. Just once, please.” You pant, whining when her fingers halt, once again stopping your approaching orgasm.

“Fine. But you wait until I tell you too, okay?” She grins seeing you instantly nod your head, showing just how much of a wreck you are, wreathing and panting under her.

Her hands hook under your knees, pulling them up and gesturing for you to hold them in place, spread wide enough for easy access. Right as her index and middle finger slip into you, a loud moan escapes your mouth which only makes the blonde’s smirk widen. Instantly, her digits are pounding into your dripping hole relentlessly, the wet noises from each thrust echoing through the room.

Your moans start to become more like squeaks, the overwhelming feeling of pain and pleasure flowing through you. Emily’s other hand comes up and her thumb begins to rub fast circles around your clit, making your orgasm build up faster.

“I’m close.” You pant, hips arching further into her hand only to be cut off by the blonde’s stern voice.

“Hold it.”

You whine, squeezing your eyes shut, trying your best to hold it in. Your whole body is going against the intruding pleasure, afraid if you do cum, you won’t be able to walk the next day. Reaching down, your hand grabs her bicep to catch her attention.

“Em, I can’t hold it much longer.”

“Wait until I give you permission.”

The build-up flowing through your bones is almost painful, so when Emily hears you whimper and whine, she gives you a sympathetic look before speeding up her thrusts even more. Broken moans spew out your mouth as your grip on her arm tightens, leaving moon-shaped indents on her skin.

“Cum.”

That’s all it took for your back to arch further up and your muscles to start twitching. Your eyes clamp shut as if it would hurt to ever open them again. Once the pleasure washes over, Emily’s thrusts never stop. Your body tries to run away from her hand but she quickly holds your waist down, trapping you beneath her.

“Awe, you thought you were done? Baby, we’re just getting started.” She tuts, maneuvering her fingers inside you, thrusting harder in the spot where she hears you gasp loudly.

A tear begins to run down your face from being so sensitive, but the mix between the sting and bliss makes you want to keep going, also to make the girl above you happy.

“Right there.” You pant, feeling your orgasm approaching already. Looking down, you see the defender’s veins popping out of her arm, turning you on even more and causing the coil in your stomach to snap suddenly.

You didn’t even mean to. You felt it coming but didn’t expect it to happen so easily. As you come down from your second high of the night, you turn your head to the side, afraid to see a fuming look from the blonde. The feeling of her lips attaching to your neck makes you jump and twist your head sharply to look at her.

“Flip over for me, baby.” Her raspy voice thicker in lust, hand grabbing your side to help you move. You let out a shaky breath and do as said, flipping onto your stomach. “You’re not in trouble, you’re just going to give me one more.” She assures, sensing your nerves.

Nodding your head, you take a few deep breaths and wait for the girl’s instructions. Her hands rub up and down your body, while her lips trail kisses from your neck down to your lower back.

“You’re going to ride my fingers and cum as soon as you have to. I won’t stop you this time.”

Her intentions softening but only slightly. When your arms hold your body weight as you slide up and down her digits, your hips stop at the edge of her fingertips, slightly stopping the overstimulation. Emily figuring it out, her other hand grips her side and slams your body down for you. She smirks when she hears a squeal slip from your mouth, her free hand now clutching on your ass, guiding your movements.

One tear now turns into strips of them running down your face. Your body feels slightly numb, but the way your muscles clench tightly against Emily’s fingers, you figure out you’re about to cum. You cry out as your hips stutter, your orgasm finished.

Emily pulls her hand away and flips you over, kissing your temple, whispering that you did so good for her. You hum in delight as she scratches your back, your face nuzzling into her neck.

After a few minutes, she gets up to grab a glass of water for you and a rag to clean you all up. Once you’re done, you settle onto her chest while you both sit in comfortable silence, listening to each other’s breathing, but when Emily takes a deep breath, you know she’s going to say something.

“I was just wondering, would you like to eat me- I meant eat with me. Damn it. Go somewhere and have…food?” She stutters over her words, making you smile.

“Is Saucy Sonny asking me on a date?”

“Depends on your answer. If you say yes, then yes I am, if you say no, I’m asking you to go somewhere with me so we can talk about how you’re going to get crushed the next time we play against each other.” She teases, her nerves washing away from your soft smile.

“I’d love to go out with you. It would suck to make you feel like a loser two times in a day.” You smirk but soon shriek from Emily biting your ear.

You both start to have light-hearted conversations, almost like you’ve been together for years. Rivals to lovers seem unrealistic but maybe you’ll accept that it can happen.

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[zepskies]

Take Me Home - Part 9

Pairing: Beau Arlen x F. Reader 

Summary: You are another lost soul at Sunny Day Excursions. You’re aiming to settle in Helena, Montana, where Beau Arlen is the new sheriff in town. But you’ve both got a past you’re running from. 

AN: We’ve made it, friends. 🥹 But stay tuned, I have a special announcement after the end of this chapter.~

Word Count: 4.1K

Tags/Warnings: Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort

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Part 9: A Choice to Make

There was a man in your bed.

You were pleased to discover that, although your kidnapping of two days ago hadn’t been a dream, being held warm and secure in someone’s arms this morning wasn’t either.

After slowly blinking awake, you looked up from a familiar freckled shoulder to find Beau’s peaceful face. His hair was a floppy mess, his mouth parted in sleep. It made you smile.

His arm was heavy around your waist. It was nice, but you contemplated how you were going to get over to the bathroom and freshen up; maybe fix your hair, brush your teeth, put a little makeup on…

You were careful in how you grasped his hand. You were about to try and peel his arm off without waking him.

“If my alarm hasn’t gone off, means it ain’t morning yet,” Beau rumbled with his eyes still closed.

You stifled a laugh, but you tried again to pull his arm away. He held you to him tighter.

“Where you think you’re goin’?” he asked. His southern drawl was thicker when he was sleepy.

You giggled lightly and rested back against his bare chest in defeat.

“Was gonna try and fix myself up a little, before you saw me in the raw light of day,” you confessed.

You’d caught a glimpse of the yellowing bruise on your cheek last night in the bathroom mirror. It wasn’t a pretty sight. You weren’t really sure how Beau could see past it.

But at your words, Beau finally cracked his eyes open. He made a show of glancing up and down your body, clad in just your black silk camisole. He couldn’t see the rest of you under the blankets, but what he did see, he liked quite a lot—aside from the parts of you that were still healing.  

“You look just right to me,” he remarked, tugging at a strand of your wild, likely knotted hair. “Damn beautiful too.”

Your smile of amusement grew, along with your blush. 

“Flatterer,” you accused. Though you rolled off his arm, fearing you were cutting off his circulation. You moved onto his chest instead, where he held you by your waist and you rested your head over his steady-beating heart.

“Nope. That’s the truth, darlin’,” he said, with a deep sigh. You didn’t see the way his eyes closed in contentment. He knew he’d have to get back into work today, not to mention check on Emily and Carla. For now though, he could focus on this. On you.

“Where do we go from here?” you asked. It was a mere whisper against his skin, but he heard you just fine. It was a good question.

“Eggs or pancakes?” he posed.

You smiled, but you shoved at his shoulder.

“You know what I mean,” you said wryly.

Beau’s resulting deep breath raised you as well. He nodded, brushing your hair back away from your face. You pushed up enough to look up at him.

He gave you a quirking smile.

“I want this to stick,” he admitted. “I wanna take you on a proper date and make it official.”

You smiled back at him. “I’d like that.”

“Okay,” he nodded. “We’re in agreement.”

But you didn’t realize that anything official would take more time than either of you thought. 

Two weeks later, you returned to the precinct with another basket, this one full of snickerdoodle cookies for the whole squad. Poppernak was especially excited when you handed them over to him.

Beau must’ve heard your voice, because he came out of his office to greet you with a broad smile.

“Well, hey there,” he said. You went to him with a smile of your own, but you waited until he’d led you into his office by the small of your back.

Once he shut the door behind him, he pulled you close by the waist and greeted you with a proper kiss. You didn’t even mind the scratch of his beard against your chin. You just caressed his cheek and met him with as much as he gave.

But all too soon, the kiss dimmed to embers, your lips parting softly from his. He thumbed at your cheek.

“To what do I owe this little visit?” he asked.

“Nothing really,” you said. He sat on the edge of his desk, and you followed him, standing between his legs. His hand stayed comfortable on your hip. You toyed with the top button near his collar.

“Fall semester is starting up in a couple of weeks. I don’t have too much of the summer left,” you said. “I’m trying to be ready but…I don’t know.”

You were a bit nervous about it. After the ordeal of this past month, you’d started seeing a therapist to work through some of that trauma. Sometimes you had nightmares, found it hard to focus on things during the day. You worried that it would affect your work once your classes started up.

Beau knew what that thinly veiled worry in your eyes meant; you’d confided in him after your first therapy session a few days ago. He had been supportive, and even somewhat open to your suggestion that he see a professional himself, for the things he still held deep inside.

“The rocky summer’s almost over,” he encouraged, squeezing your hip. “You’re gonna do great, sweetheart.”

You thanked him with a smile, though your fingers became more gripping on his shirt.

“There is something else that’s kinda bothering me,” you said.

Beau grabbed your hand and held it. “What’s that?”

You leveled him with a knowing look.

“I’m just curious on what we’re doing exactly,” you said. “Considering you still haven’t asked me out ‘officially official.’”

Beau’s lips pressed together with a guilty sort of smile.

“Okay, yes, I’ve been working on that,” he said. 

You laughed incredulously. “What’s to work on? It’s a simple question. I promise you, I have a simple answer.”

“But it’s not quite that simple,” he said. That made you pause, along with the sobered look on his face. You slipped your hand out of his and crossed your arms.

“What do you mean, Beau?” you asked.

He grasped your arms gently and let out a deep breath.

“Okay. I just talked with Carla last night,” he said.

It wasn’t a great way to kick things off if he wanted to reassure you. He seemed to know that, and so he spoke quickly.

“After everything that’s happened, she’s thinking of selling the house and taking Emily back to Houston,” he said.

Your face fell with shock. You laid a hand on his chest; to steady him or yourself, you didn’t know which.

“Oh wow,” you uttered.

“Yeah,” he nodded. He dragged a hand over his mouth. You had a feeling this news had been keeping him up at night.

But, you had to voice a thought that began to make your stomach churn with unease.

“Are you…would you move back too?” you asked.

Beau met your gaze with a conflicted one of his own.

“Besides the fact that I got a lot of ghosts in Houston, there are important reasons why I should stay. Why I want to stay,” he said. He picked up your hand again and held it with both of his. “But I also want and need to be there for my daughter.”

You nodded, even as tears burned in your eyes. You knew how hard this time was for Emily right now. What she needed was stability. She needed her father.

“I don’t know what to do here,” Beau admitted.

It was hard, but you breathed through your upset and tried to reign in your tears. You met his gaze and squeezed his hand back.

“You know what I want,” you said, “but you need to do what you think is best. Both for Emily, and for yourself.”

“That’s not an easy question to answer,” he said.

You shook your head. “It might not be, but that’s where we are.”

Your eyes fell to your joined hands, until Beau propped a finger under your chin, guiding your face back up to his. He gave you a kiss that was supposed to be sweet, and comforting.

He only succeeded for the moment.

“Oh God, it’s like I don’t even know you!” you exclaimed. Though you were still laughing.

Beau raised a finger in protest. “Hey, I stand by pineapple on pizza—”

“Alone, Dad. You stand alone,” Emily said. She had a recorder app going on her phone, placed between the three of you in your living room. This marked Episode 1 of her podcast, and already it was going off the rails.

“It ain’t that bad. That’s all I’m saying,” he laughed, holding up placating hands. “Pizza is pizza.”

“Said the human garbage disposal,” you smirked. “Where do you put that one, in your second or third stomach?”

“Nah, the fourth one,” he said, patting said stomach. “It’s got the most room. Very handy at a buffet. Or at Donno’s diner when he puts out the weekly specials.”

You laughed. Beau grinned. Emily made a face of disgust.

“Okay, gross,” she said. “Moving on to the next question.”

“How many you got there anyway?” Beau asked, reaching for the piece of paper she’d printed off with all of these “Questions for Couples.” He’d caught sight of a few spicy ones on there that he’d rather not be asked by his daughter, let alone put on record.

Emily snatched the paper away before he could take it from her.

“Okay, next. What’s the first thing you noticed about each other when you met?” she read off.

You and Beau glanced at each other with curious smiles. That was something neither of you had talked about just yet.

“How about for you?” Emily directed her question at you first. You blinked wider eyes.

“Oh! Um…” you trailed. Beau crossed his arms, adopting a sly, expectant smile. You bit your lip to avoid laughing in embarrassment.

“Okay, well, as you know, we met on that camping trip. If I remember right, I saw him from behind first,” you recalled.

“Liked what you saw, huh?” he teased. You laughed and tried not to blush in embarrassment.

“I noticed how tall he was. I wondered if a mountain man was coming to join us,” you quipped. Beau’s smile kicked up a notch. “But it wasn’t until he turned around, and I saw his handsome face…for me, it was his eyes.”

You were a bit bashful to admit that, but when you looked over at Beau, said handsome face had softened a touch. His hand snuck behind you to settle at the curve of your waist, stroking a thumb along your back.

“And for you, Dad?” Emily asked.

You shot him an expectant look. Beau cleared his throat, looking between his daughter and back to you. Then his smile returned.

“Well, I noticed right off the bat that she was beautiful, of course.”

“Good answer,” Emily nodded, laughing a little. You couldn’t help blushing.

Beau slipped his hand off your waist to come up and brush your cheek instead.

“For me though, it was her smile that did me in,” he said. “She looked up at me, and I uh…yeah. That got me. Was thinking about her for a while after Cassie and I left the camp.”

With that admission, you found yourself melting further. You looked down at your folded hands in your lap, trying to save face, but Beau wouldn’t have it. He took one of your hands in his, brought it up to his lips, and pressed a kiss over your knuckles, making your face warm up further.

Emily watched you both in amusement. She smirked at the next question listed on the page.

“Okay, who pays on dates? Is it Dad every time?” she asked.

Your expression turned dry as you glanced at Beau.

“Well, I wouldn’t know, considering we haven’t been on a real date yet,” you remarked. 

Beau gave a tight smile.

“All right,” he said. “Next question, please.”

A couple of days later, you crossed paths with Carla by chance while you were getting office supplies. She was getting moving boxes. There was a stack of them in her cart.

After exchanging some painful small talk, you heeded a gut instinct that had you offering to buy her lunch. So the two of you went to a café in the same plaza, where you each had a sandwich and fries.

“Can I ask you something?” you said.

Carla smiled, taking another fry. “You mean can you ask me something uncomfortable?”

You stifled an awkward laugh. She really was a good lawyer.

“Yeah, that,” you said.

“Sure,” she replied.

You stared back at her for a moment, steeling yourself. You both knew what this was about to be. It was a conversation weeks in the making, but it didn’t make it any easier to begin.

You decided to peel off the Band-Aid.

“Do you still love him?” you asked. You knew you didn’t have to specify whom. Carla sighed and set down her iced tea.

“In a way,” she replied. “I’ll always care about Beau, and I want him to be happy, I do. This has all just been…too much.”

“I understand that,” you said.  

Carla hid it well, but there was pain behind her eyes as she looked away. Your heart broke for her a bit. She’d barely been remarried a year before this hellish summer uprooted her entire life.

Now she and her daughter were living in a big empty house that was meant to be for three. Carla had just finished telling you about her plans to sell it, but that also implied that she and Emily were moving.

“Part of this is my fault, I know,” said Carla. “I’m the one who married a man like Avery—”

You gently stopped her with a hand on her wrist. You met her gaze with empathy.

“What he did, and what happened after, that wasn’t your fault,” you said. “I know what it’s like to be with a man who lies.”

It took her a moment, but Carla accepted that with a slow nod. You took your hand back, and once again, you tried to gain your courage to dive into deeper waters.

“I also understand that you have to do what you feel is right for Emily, but…”

Carla met you with a more wry tilt of her head. “Let me guess. You don’t think we should leave Montana?”

Your gaze fell. “I know it’s not really my place to say—”

“And if it was?” she countered.

Your lips pressed together. Well, if she wanted to hear your opinion, then she would have it.

“Look, Carla, I was with Emily through the worst of it,” you said. “I know very well what she’s been through. But another out-of-state move when she’d just started getting acclimated, possibly separating her from her father, is that the right call?”

“You’re assuming Beau would stay. For you?” Carla asked. Her words were pointed. Sharp enough to cut you.

“I won’t lie. I don’t want to lose him…but despite his responsibilities here as Sheriff, I suspect he might leave if you asked him to. If it was for his daughter,” you said. Letting out a breath, you looked down at your folded hands on the table. “I love Emily. I want him to do what’s right for her. But selfishly, I want him to take care of himself too.”

Carla considered that, and you, with a nod.

The two of you continued sipping your iced teas for a while in silence.

When you asked for the check, the server informed you that Carla had already paid for it.

The woman gave you a parting smile before she left. You weren’t sure if she’d done it to treat you, or just to win.

That same night, Carla invited Beau over for dinner with her and Emily. It was pizza Friday, like they used to do as a family.

It was familiar, but different now.

They all were different.

Carla asked them to join her in the living room afterwards, with Emily sitting in a lounge chair while her parents sat on the couch. Beau wasn’t sure what Carla was up to, but he was going along with it.

She took in a deep breath, folding her hands in her lap, and focused on her daughter.

“Em, I need to ask you something.”

The girl looked confused, and a little apprehensive at this point.

“O-kay…”

“I know this past month has been…hard for all of us,” said Carla. “Especially for you, sweetheart.”

She took Emily’s hand.

“You know I think it’s best that we go back to Houston,” said Carla. Emily dimmed at that, and her mother could see it. It pained Carla inside to come to a realization…

“But, I think maybe I made that decision for me, not for you,” she said. She had to blink back the sting of tears. “So, what I’m asking is, do you want to go…or do you want to stay here in Montana?”

Beau glanced over at his ex-wife in surprise. He’d never known Carla to change her mind on anything. But now, now he had hope.

He tried not to show any of that to his daughter though. This was up to her now, and he would support whatever she said next.

“R-Really? I get to choose?” Emily asked. She had the beginnings of tears in her eyes as she looked between her parents. 

Carla nodded, attempting a smile through her own tears. “Yes. I, and I’m sure your father, want to do what’s best for you here. What do you want to do?”

Emily considered the question. Yeah, she missed her friends back at school in Houston. They still texted and kept in touch through social media all the time, but she knew it wasn’t the same.

She hadn’t been happy about moving to Montana at first…but after meeting Cassie and Denise, helping them with their cases—it made Emily feel like she was doing work that mattered. That something she did really, truly mattered, and would help people. That was a cool feeling.

Also, she’d met you. She’d begun to find a kind of older sister in you. Someone who encouraged her projects and her creative side without thinking it was too weird, or too annoying. And of course, she could see what you meant to her dad now.

Besides all that though, she just had this gut feeling. Like going back to Houston would be like going backwards.

Emily’s lower lip wobbled. She tried to stop it, but her emotions bubbled over.

“I like it here,” she admitted. “I…I want to stay.”

Beau welcomed his daughter over into a warm hug between them on the couch. Carla rubbed her back and nodded.

“Okay,” she said. “Then we’ll do that.”

They stayed like that for a while. Until eventually, the teen wanted to go back to editing her podcast. She was getting a hang of the editing software, and she wanted to post it online by the end of the week.

“Okay, but I want to hear the final cut before that gets released into cyberspace,” Beau called after her when she ran off into her room.

Carla shook her head and wiped her face dry.

“I still can’t believe you let her record you,” she said with a laugh.

“You and me both,” Beau admitted. If you hadn’t cajoled him into it, he probably wouldn’t have.

And the thought of you had him smiling to himself, more warmly. He’d couldn’t wait to call you…but no, this was something he should tell you in person. He turned to Carla.

“You’re sure about this? About staying?” he asked.

She nodded with a sigh. “We’ll just downsize to a smaller house. Though I will need you to keep sharing more of the custody responsibilities with Emily, presuming you’re able to get out of that trailer of yours.”

Beau wanted to argue that there was nothing wrong with his trailer (sure, it was a bit small. They’d been managing just fine). But as to not look a gift horse-in-the-mouth, all he did was nod in agreement.

“I’ll work on that,” he said.

“Thank you. Beau, I’m grateful for you,” Carla said. Her eyes were honest. “You gave me our daughter. And I’m glad you’ve gotten better, that you’ve been able to work through some of your issues. I think your girlfriend has had something to do with that.”

A smile quirked at Beau’s lips, and he nodded.

“That she has,” he said.

After his shift the following day, Beau met you at the end of your painting lesson at the local art studio. Everyone was starting to pack up their painting supplies. He managed to come up from behind and surprise you.

He tapped you on one shoulder, but appeared on your other side, pressing a kiss to your cheek. He laughed in light of your gasp.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted.

You narrowed your eyes at him in amusement.

“Hey, yourself,” you replied. “Good timing! I just finished.”

While you gathered up your supplies, Beau admired your latest painting that was still drying on the canvas. He whistled lowly.

It was a landscape of Mount Helena. There was mist near its mountain peaks, and dense trees at its base, and wide plains of green, dotted by a couple of horses ranging free.

You swiveled toward him in your chair and looked up at him with a smile. The same one that caught his eye when he met you.

“After everything, everything, I don’t regret coming here,” you said. Your voice shook a little, and your eyes shone with emotion. You stood from your seat and slipped your hand into his. “This is still the place where I got the courage to start over. And it’s where I met you.”

Beau’s face softened.

“So no matter what you decide to do,” you said, “I won’t ever regret knowing you, Beau Arlen.”

His own smile crinkled the corners of his eyes then. He swept a gentle thumb across your cheek.

“I came to tell you that Carla and Emily are staying in Montana,” he said. “So am I.”

You sucked in a trembling breath. Your tears bubbled over and fell, but his hands were there to catch them, framing your face.

“But aside from all that,” he said, with a note of humor gleaming in his eyes. “I’d really, really, like to ask you out to dinner tonight. Call it ‘officially official.’”

You laughed and smiled so bright. You nodded and let him pull you into a warm embrace. He just surprised you by hefting you into his arms next. You yelped and clung to his shoulders.

Your art instructor, as well as a couple of lesson goers remaining in the studio, clapped and whooped and laughed at the way he started carrying you towards the exit.

“Wait, wait, go back! My stuff!” you said, gesturing at your workstation.

Beau graciously backed up so you could grab your bag of paint supplies and your canvas from the easel. It was a little awkward, but you both laughed as he tried to angle you out the door of the studio. He started walking you down the sidewalk.

“Where’re you taking me? My car’s that way,” you pointed in the opposite direction.

“I believe I asked you to dinner,” said Beau, with a teasing grin. “I don’t wanna waste no time.”

You wanted to point out that your hands were stained with paint, and you weren’t dressed for a date in your jeans and plain sweater, and this wasn’t exactly what you meant by asking you out…but maybe you didn’t need a “color-coded list” for everything.

Maybe you could let yourself be a little spontaneous for once.

“Okay, Beau,” you breathed a laugh, and rested your head on his shoulder. “Take me wherever you want.”

“Oh, don’t you worry,” he said slyly. He kissed your forehead. “I’ve got plans for you.”

When he reached the passenger side of his truck, he set you down on your feet. He unlocked it and held the door open while you set down your things. You pivoted on your heel and grabbed the front of his shirt, so you could pull him down to you for a kiss.

He tasted like the promise of good days to come.

AN: And there we have it, friends. 🥹 I truly hope you enjoyed the ride on this series. I've had so much fun exploring Beau and this version of him and the reader. I hope you'll let me know what you think of the finale here. 💓

But, their story's not quite over yet.

Read the Sequel: A Good Man Is Hard to Find

Summary: When Beau starts pulling away from you and Emily during a very difficult case, will the pressure make or break your relationship?

▶️ Keep Reading: A Good Man Is Hard to Find

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Hi!! I’m such a sucker for the one shots/blurbs about Spencer and/or his girlfriend indirectly describing their sex life to the team. Like during girl talk or something, and they’re all surprised he’s not as innocent as they thought. Or even the team don’t know it’s about Spencer until the end or something

"All I'm saying is, he sounds boring," Emily tells you directly after a conversation is brought up about the sex lives of the BAU ladies during girl talk which got crashed by Morgan and Spencer.

"From what you've told us." JJ tacks on to Emily's answer, trying to be fair to you.

And you completely agree. The only personal things they know about your secret boyfriend are that he sends you flowers randomly, likes laying with his head in your lap, gives you the most meaningful gifts you've ever been given in your life, plans perfect dates, and loves chocolate but hates chocolate-flavored foods. You've always left out the damning detail about the fact he adores reading. They would easily be able to figure out that not only did they know him, but he was sitting across from them.

It's all innocent, but you've got to correct them. "He is kind of freaky, though. But no one would ever guess it."

"Yeah, like what?" Morgan prompts, not believing you either.

"We've, uh, gotten down to business in some interesting places." It's not exactly non-vanilla, but the part you're leaving out is that some of those places are visible from where you're sitting at your desk. They're all giving you skeptical looks. "He's just hot, okay?" You admit defeat, throwing your hands in the air and knowing it's probably better that they don't know much more.

But they are all incredibly curious. "What's so hot about him?" JJ prompts.

"Little things." You start, trying to think of some without looking at your hot boyfriend. "His nice hands for one." You can't stop once you catch the slightest smirk of Spencer's, even though you know you should. "Oh, sometimes he wears glasses, and it's just the hottest thing ever." You continue. "Like the first time he slept over, he forgot his contacts. Well, actually, he can't forget things so I kind of think he did it on purpose."

Everyone, every single one of them, looks at Spencer, and you realize how incriminating your statement was. Everyone knows it's got to be him and his blushing doesn't exactly defend him.

Then the freaking out begins and you've never seen them so shocked.

"Thanks for the ego boost, baby." He says, flashing a wink at you that everyone sees.

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Helpless

Spencer Reid x Bau!Fem!Reader

Summary: Your reaction, as Spencer’s fiancé, to his bail being denied.

Word Count: 1,391

You fidgeted with your skirt as you walked into the court house. Your stomach was doing violent flips that had caused you to vomit three times already.

Today was Spencer’s arraignment hearing.

You kept breathing deep as you walked down the hall, fiddling with your engagement ring as you tried your best not to let the boulder weight on your chest break you.

You needed to be strong. For Spencer.

You saw Emily standing outside the courtroom and quickly made your way over to her.

“Hey.”

Emily span around and her faced softened as she stepped over to you and opened her arms to hug you, “Hey, how’re you holding up?”

You sighed heavily, as you hugged her back tightly, “Awful. I couldn’t sleep all night.” The hug almost made your fragile emotional wall come crumbling down and tears flooded your eyes so you ended the hug quickly and coughed. Trying to regain your composure.

“There’s everyone else.” Emily whispered.

You looked behind you and surely enough the entire team was walking down the hall towards you and Emily.

“Hey, so glad you all could make it.” Emily nodded to them all.

Garcia, who also had tears in her eyes, walked over to you and enveloped you in a tight hug, “Oh. We wouldn’t miss this for anything.”

You sniffled hard and pulled back, turning your head away from the team as you rubbed gently at your nose.

“What did he decide about the plea?” Rossi asked you.

You shrugged, “I don’t know. I don’t even think he knows.” You had thought it over for hours and hours last night. Pleading guilty to a crime he didn’t commit and be out in two to five years or plead not guilty and possibly get life.

Luke shrugged, “Five is a lot less than twenty-five.”

Tara gave you a supportive smile, “Well, whatever he decides, he has our full support.”

Rossi stepped forward and took your hands in his own, “And whatever price they set, I am prepared to pay it.”

Your heart swelled at his generosity, “Thank you, Rossi.”

“They’re calling his case.”

The team turned to see Fiona hanging outside of the courtroom door, gesturing for them to come in.

They all walked straight to the front and you made sure to sit right behind Spencer’s seat.

The door opened and a bailiff pushed Spencer into the court and led him over to the table.

Spencer’s face softened a little bit when he saw you. Not taking his eyes off of you as he was sat in his chair.

He looked like he hasn’t slept in weeks when it’s only been a couple of days. Dark bruises beneath his eyes that made you lift both of your hands up to touch him but you quickly brought them back down again, fidgeting in your lap.

This was it.

Penelope slowly laid her hand over yours and held on tight as the court came into session.

“Case number 149-CR 0308, U.S. vs Reid.”

The judge stared down at Spencer, “Ms. Duncan, your client is an FBI agent, correct?”

Fiona stood and nodded, “That's right, your honour.”

The Judge then looked at Spencer with a raissd eyebrow, extremely unimpressed, “You're charged with murder, which is a very serious matter.”

Spencer stood slowly and cleared his throat, “Y- yes, your honour.”

Your heart broke at the sound of hid voice, he sounded so defeated.

“All right, Ms. Duncan, does your client wish to enter a plea at this time?”

“He does.” Fiona nodded and gestured to Spencer.

“And how do you plead, agent Reid?”

Spencer stood up straight, “Not guilty, your honour.”

You gasped quietly, not knowing if it’s in relief or not yet. You’re so glad that he’s not admitting to something he didn’t do, yet you were now fearful of the worst possibilities to come.

“Thank God.” Penelope whispered beside you.

“And as to bail?”

The prosecutor stood, “The people oppose bail and request remand, your honour.”

You spun your engagement ring around your finger. They can’t. They can’t do this to him. Not to your Spencer.

The rest of the team sat with silent rage as the two attorneys argued.

Fiona gestured to Spencer every time she spoke, “Your honour, my client presents no risk of flight.”

“That's ridiculous.” The prosecutor scoffed, “The defendant was arrested after fleeing the murder scene in Mexico.”

“Those were extenuating circumstances. He'd been drugged against his will.”

“By failing to notify the FBI of his international travel, the defendant violated the Bureau protocol.”

As much as you hated to admit it, the prosecutor made very valid points. You knew the truth but he was very convincing.

“My client presents no flight risk. He has deep ties in this community. His mother suffers from Alzheimer's disease and schizophrenia and lives with him. He is solely responsible for her well-being. He recently got engaged to fellow agent, SSA Y/L/n, who he is completely dedicated to. Additionally, he himself has been a decorated SSA with the FBI's behavioural analysis unit for over a decade.”

“And as an FBI agent, he has contacts all over the world.”

“Agent Reid would be willing to turn over both his personal and government issued passports.”

“If he wanted a counterfeit passport, he could easily get one.”

Fiona gave an annoyed glance to the prosecutor, “Your honour, please. He has no criminal history.”

“The defendant is uniquely situated to evade law enforcement should he flee the jurisdiction. You said so yourself, his fiancé is a fellow agent.”

Your mouth dropped open, how was that man allowed to just stand there and say these things about the both of them. He doesn’t even know you!

“Your honour, he wants to stay here and clear his good name.”

“He should have thought about his good name before sneaking across the border.” the prosecutor sneered.

“I'm prepared to present multiple law enforcement character witnesses on his behalf right now. The witnesses are here in the courtroom, all highly respected FBI agents.” Fiona gestured to the entire team.

“Simmer down, Ms. Duncan. It's almost six and I'm not inclined to hear from character witnesses. Actions speak louder than words, I always say.”

“We'd be willing to abide by a curfew and strict monitoring of his whereabouts at all times.”

“Too little too late, counsellor.”

Your heart sunk in your chest. Panic and fear began rising to the surface.

No, no, no, no, no.

“If past behaviour is the best indicator of future conduct, and I do believe it is, then your client presents a flight risk. Bail is denied. Defendant will be remanded to federal custody pending trial.” She banged the gavel and you felt your world crashing down with it.

Spencer stood in shock, turning around he called for you but you couldn’t hear him.

“Y/n!”

Snapping out of it you looked up as they were snapping the cuffs back on him again.

His eyes were wide in panic as the bailiff pushed him, “I love you.” he mouthed.

You placed your hand over your mouth to try to keep the sobs at bay, choking out an, “I love you too.”

The team were all leaning into you, placing their hands on your shoulder and arms, trying to tell you it’s going to be okay.

Okay?

How can it be okay when your fiancé is being dragged out of a courtroom in cuffs?

You needed air, everything was too much. This was all too much.

The team was talking to you but you were so unfocused. You gently brushed off everyone’s hands and exited the pew before stumbling out of the court room.

You were trying your best to keep your emotions in check but the dam was bursting. The tears were beginning to fall and your sobs were now audible.

Familiar hands placed themselves on your shoulders. Gently turning you until you were pressed in tight to Rossi’s chest.

“What are we going to do?” you cried hopelessly into his shirt.

“Everything we can. We’ll get him out.” Rossi wrapped his arms protectively around you, keeping you from falling to the ground.

The team felt helpless as they watched you break down in Rossi’s arms.

This was not going to be easy.

They just hoped that both of you would make it out the other side.

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Matildas x (platonic) reader- movie night

it was the 4th of November so it was basically Christmas in the young Matilda's book and somehow you had convinced the rest of the Matilda's team to have a movie day after their win against Chinese tei pei on Wednesday. The Matilda's obviously said yes and we're now all squished together on bean bags and the couches tryna get comfy for the probably thousands of movies that they were gonna watch. You were sharing a bean bag with Kyra who had her arm around your shoulders. Christmas was your favourite holiday and it was close-ish to Christmas so they decided a Christmas movie would be fine.

We started off strong with the animated and live action grinch but ran into a problem when , Kyra Sam and macca got into a fight over which one was better. You and Kyra said the new while macca and Sam said old

"The new one's better!" You and Kyra shouted

"No the old one is, it's the og" Sam said

"Just coz it's the og doesn't mean it's better!" You said and a few people around watching the arguement nodded while Alanna filmed the interaction

"Yeah it does" said macca

"No it doesn't" said Kyra who you knew didn't really care but she was gonna back you up anyways so you sent her a grateful smile

"the new goosebumps series is better than the original" you said and macca and Sam looked confused

"There's a new goosebumps series?" Caitlin asked and you immediately stood up in pure shock and looked at everyone who shock their heads saying they also hadn't watched it which caused Kyra to stand up aswell

"You guys are joking right?" She asked

"Me and y/n/n started watching the day it came out" Kyra said as you nodded your head in agreement

"Ok Christmas movies on hold we're gonna watch the new goosebumps series" you said walking over to the remote and putting it on

After the first episode you and Kyra looked around to see everyone's shocked faces.

"Better than the original so far than Sam?" Kyra asked and Sam nodded her head while you and Kyra laughed and pressed the next episode.

Once they had finished the 7 episodes that had been released and everyone complained about the cliff hanger macca said they should watch a horror movie.

"Noo!" You yelled out

"Yesss!" Macca, Hayley, Ellie, Alanna, Sam, Alex, Caitlin, polks, Emily, mini, Courtney, Mary and Clare said which meant they were outnumbered. People who said no being Kyra, Charli, teagan and you and when you realized that the four of yous groaned as you subconsciously held on tighter to Kyra on the bean bag which was situated right infront of the door to the balcony. Macca got up and tried to get the remote from you but you put up a good fight but nether the less got it ripped from your grip.

"No I don't want to." You said getting as you realised something "I don't have to be here! I can leave if I want!" You said and began walking to the door before Alanna, macca, sam and Caitlin stopped you

"Nuh uh" Caitlin said blocking the door

"Your watching it" alanna continued as if they were reading minds

"Because if you do we'll admit the cartoon grinch is better" Sam smirked and madi shook her head

"That's not enough! I already know the cartoon grinch is better" you exclaimed chucking your hands up in exaggeration as everyone laughed

"Okay, okay. Well- omg I can't believe I'm about to say this. Well watch Marley and me with you and do a Harry Potter marathon" macca said sighing, her shoulders slumping while your jaw dropped

"Wait really?" You asked getting and excited and looking to Steph who smiled at the you before looking back at macca, Sam, Caitlin and Alanna who nodded, excepting defeat. You, Kyra and Charli had been working together to try watch them films with the girls for ages and had been unsuccessful till this moment. "Pinky promise! And Kyra and Charli are coming!" You exclaimed as you walked up to all of them and tried to get your small pinky around all of their pinkies which made the rest of them laugh as you stuck the tip of your tongue out of your mouth in concentration. In the end you guys succeeded and cheered in success then you went back to Kyra as they picked the movie.

Macca and Sam ended up choosing the nun which made you glad you were atheist otherwise she would've never wanted to step foot in a church again because then nuns gave you literal nightmares. Throughout the movie you kept glancing behind you just to check nothing had climbed the balcony and was going to try and kill you. Whenever there were jump scares your face would immediately hide in either Kyra's shoulder or shirt as the older girl would rub your back for comfort.

When the movie was over and everyone began getting up to head to bed you clung to someone at all times and were constantly checking your surroundings to make sure no one was going to jump out and try kill you or your team mates (though you could live without macca, Caitlin, Alanna and Sam since it was their fault you watched this in the first place). Everyone was walking back to their rooms while you were clinging to Steph and making sure to keep in the middle of the group.

"Ok maybe it was a bad idea to watch a horror movie with y/n/n" macca said scratching the back of her neck while Sam, Alanna and Caitlin agreed.

"Safe to say she's not a horror movie gal" Alanna said and everyone laughed as you ignored their comments and were focused on making sure there was nothing out of the ordinary coming to get you.

"I'm just glad I'm not rooming with her" Sam said turning to Caitlin as she walked the opposite direction to her room while Steph walked with you and Caitlin back to their room considering you wouldn't let go of her and Steph wanted to make sure you were okay before heading off to bed herself.

"You kay y/n/n?" Steph asked as Caitlin unlocked their room and walked in with you and Steph in tow.

"I feel like and old lady is gonna jump out and kill me with her holy spirits" you said shaking slightly while Steph and Cait stifled a laugh at her choice of words

"You gonna be okay tonight?" Steph asked getting more concerned the more she looked at the paranoid teen.

"Yeah. Does garlic work for nuns do you think?" She asked no one in particular.

"Y/n/n nothings coming for you and if they try I'll protect you okay. I'm here if you need me during the night I'll stay up all night if I need to 1. Because it was partly my fault you watched the movie and 2. We don't have training so it wouldn't affect much. You're gonna be fine" Caitlin assured and Steph nodded her head along. You nodded aswell and went to hug Steph goodnight, Steph hugged you back and kissed your head before leaving the room. Caitlin patted her bed, next to where she was currently sitting and motioned for you to come sit next to her. You smiled and ran and jumped into her waiting arms and once she noticed you were comfortable she turned on the tv and found Marley and me which shocked you as you looked at Caitlin confused.

"Well I did pinky promise" she stated smiling down at you which made you break out into a grin and snuggle closer into her side "annndd" she added dramatically which made you look up at her "because I thought it would help you sleep better" she finished with a smile and pulled you closer to her to the point you were practically on top of her. This was one of the times that reminded you no matter how much some of the girls teased and made fun of you they cared about you more than they let on.

Halfway through the movie you had fallen asleep on Caitlin which was understandable considering it was past midnight while Caitlin finished the movie and actually enjoyed it though she wouldn't admit it to you she will definitely watch it with you again and you wouldn't have to bargain as hard for it. Caitlin turned the lights off, shuffled you onto the pillow beside her before moving herself to her pillow, turning the tv off after she finished all of that as she was using it for a bit of light and went to bed herself after kissing your forehead and whispering goodnight eventhough she know you couldn't hear her.

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[familyvideostevie]

emma, loml, here's a quote from happy place emily henry that i think could be a great blurb... "In every universe, it's you for me. Even if it's not me for you." w steve or eddie? whoever ur heart desires <333

happy place ripped out my soul. i went kind of angsty with this one but it works out!!! this is fighting about the future with steve <3

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You don't know how you got here. Tonight started as just another night in your sweet apartment with your sweet boyfriend, Steve. Takeout, movie, and cuddling, like you do every weekend. But somehow it's devolved into you both on opposite sides of the couch on the verge of tears.

All because Steve said he wants to get married.

"So you're saying no?" he sneers. His tone is mean but his expression is hurt.

"Are you proposing?" you shoot back. Your arms are tightly crossed, fingers twisted in the sleeves of his high school swim team sweatshirt that you love wearing.

"I--." He runs a hand through his hair and looks utterly defeated. "No," he admits. "I just wanted you to know that I'm ready whenever. To get married."

"But I'm not, Steve!" you say, too loud. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You never thought talking about marriage would be a fight. "I'm not and I feel like you want me to be."

"Woah," he says. "Woah, woah, woah. I don't think I said that. Did I say that?"

You turn away from him and chew on the inside of your cheek. "No, but now I'm worried that you'll be thinking it."

"That's not the same thing," he chides. "C'mon, that's not fair."

"No, you're right," you admit. "But I don't feel like you're hearing me when I say I don't want to get married this young. And you saying so makes me feel like you think what we are doing right now isn't enough."

Steve opens and closes his mouth like a goldfish. "What we are doing right now?" he says, softly. He scoots forward on the couch little by little until his knee touches your ankle. "You mean you being the first and last thing I get to see every day? Coming home and knowing that you're coming home to the same place? Kissing you and brushing my teeth with you and living with you?"

The fight sags out of you once you realize it's out of him, too. It seems that you've been talking around each other but you both want the same thing.

You reach for one of his hands and he twines your fingers together. "I don't want to get married yet, Steve. For a while."

He nods. "Okay," he says. "All I meant by it is that I want to marry you someday. Because you're it for me, you know? And if you don't want to get married ever, that's still true. If you want to break up someday, that's still true."

"No one said anything about breaking up," you grumble. He laughs and it sounds relieved.

"No, we sure as hell did not." He squeezes your hand. "Can I have a hug now? I think I'm going to whither and die from lack of attention."

You roll your eyes but surge forward to wrap your arms around him and he flops back on the couch dramatically. "Crisis averted?" he whispers in your ear.

"Yeah, Steve," you whisper back. "Crisis averted."

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[cauliflowertree]

sending this to you during literature :)

draco malfoy—poetry is the food of love

word count: 400+

i went overboard with this one.

draco wasn’t one for paying much attention in class, unless it was potions, and today he found each lesson particularly tedious. by the end of the school day, he was so dull he’d risk detention for just a spot of fun. he had the perfect target in mind, and for once it wasn’t potter.

harry potter had long since been inconsequential to him now that he had found someone else to focus on. however the motive behind his pestering and teasing of this person, was quite the opposite of what it was with potter.

“psst!” draco whispered sharply, trying to grasp your attention.

you were disinclined to play along with his schemes this afternoon, preferring to continue with your assigned work. as much as you hated to admit it, the lesson this week was rather compelling, so draco would have to wait.

“oi, y/n!” he tried again, but to no avail.

this was disturbing indeed. he needed to think bigger. he ripped a page from the book in front of him and scribbled a small note down, before charming it and blowing it in your direction like a kiss.

the small paper bird landed on your desk, waiting patiently to be opened. you were surprised draco hadn’t charmed it to tweet louder at you the more you ignored it. inside was a small note that read: “don’t ignore me, love. i’m bored.”

you rolled your eyes, scribbling a response on the same piece of paper and throwing it back to him in frustration.

‘not my problem.’

draco sniggered, at least he was being occupied.

‘i’m making it your problem.’

‘do go away.’

‘you’re breaking my heart.’

you looked to draco after reading his latest response, catching him clutching his heart and feigning despair.

‘your heart should know better.’

‘the heart asks pleasure first.’

you smirked, and draco knew he had won you over. he watched as you sighed in defeat, stared as your quill glided over the parchment that would soon be in his hands like it was in yours.

‘emily dickinson. i hate you. what do you want?’

he laughed. he turned to you with a smile and then turned to the door, pointing with a smirk.

fuck’s sake, you thought. but nevertheless, your hand shot into the air, an expression of innocence maintained on your face.

“yes?”

“may i go to the toilet, professor?”

“yes, alright. hurry up!”

you gave draco a quick wink before hurrying out the class with your belongings—your professor had seemed rather distracted today, and hadn’t noticed you’d packed up your desk completely. from the corridor, you heard draco ask the same question a few moments later and laughed softly to yourself.

what a prick. a loveable prick.

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#draco malfoy fic #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy fluff #draco malfoy fanfiction

[spacecowboyhotch]

Goodbye From Lonely

gif credits @hqtchner

summary: you’re the key to locking away hotch’s loneliness, until you aren’t.

pairing: f!reader x aaron hotchner

contents: 18+/NSFW/MINORS, brief vague mention of near death, angst, kissing, brief smut, loneliness, feelings, assumed unrequited love, depression, happy ending

AN: i literally have no clue, based on goodbye from lonely by superfruit from my driving playlist. hope y’all enjoy!

word count: 2.3k

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“You swore to me, Hotch.”

These are the first words that have come out of your mouth since he’d put himself in harm's way to save you. They make him flinch, the use of his formal nickname stinging as you say it. He knows that you calling him Aaron is a luxury, something that he shouldn’t have gotten so used to but it's hard when it rolls off your tongue so easily.

You’re right; he had promised to keep the boundaries set and he’s a man who prides himself on keeping his word. Yet, he’d overstepped at the first sign of you being in danger since this had all started.

He sighs in defeat, “I know and I apologize for letting my emotions get the best of me, but I couldn't pretend that I was okay with that.”

“I’m a capable agent, I’ve proven myself here,” You say firmly.

He feels guilty, not only for breaking his promise but that his actions have you doubting yourself. While your words scream confidence, your eyes say otherwise.

“I know that.”

You cross your arms against your chest, not satisfied that he understands yet, “I wouldn't be on this team if I didn't have the qualifications.”

“Honey, I know.”

“That was so embarrassing. And it felt like you didn't trust me.”

Hotch bristles at that, his mouth setting into a frown, “Me saving your life was embarrassing?”

You glare back at him, unphased, “You know that's not what I meant. If it were Derek or Dave or even Emily, this would've gone much differently.”

“I made the call that I felt needed to be made. I can admit that my judgment in making that decision was clouded, but you're not just an agent to me, you’re…” He trails off, unsure what to say.

He knows what he wants, but you haven’t initiated more, leaving him to assume that you’re happy with things the way they are. He tries not to let that settle in his heart, focusing on the fact that you want him around at all.

“Your fuck buddy,” You supply and somehow his frown sets deeper.

“We’ve talked about that, I don't like when you call yourself that.”

“Well, it's true, it’s all I can ever be,” It comes out of your mouth just a whisper, arms tightening around yourself.

Silence falls between the two of you as you both sit with your own guilt.

It feels wrong to push him away given the circumstances, but this is exactly what you didn’t want. You didn’t want him treating you differently, even though your feelings for him have deepened. You didn’t want anyone weaseling their way into your heart the way he has. You can only blame yourself for getting involved with a man that’s efficient at anything he puts his mind to though you’re sure he wasn’t trying to make you fall for him. He’s your boss and while you’re in a compromised position engaging in whatever this is between you, you know that he would never approve of a real relationship. Right? That thought process all you need to decide to cut things off.

“Can we not argue, not after that? Please?” You ask softly, trying to extend an olive branch to him. You dare a glance at him and find that he's already looking at you, answering your question with a weak nod.

“Come here,” He holds his hands out to you and you quickly close the space between you. He squeezes your hands firmly before letting go and cupping your face in his hands. “You’re sure you're okay?”

“A little shaken up, but that’s a given. I’m okay and I’m here, Aaron. You feel me,” You place your hands over his.

His eyes drift away from yours as he speaks, “I couldn’t think straight.”

“I know me either, but it's fine because we’re right here,” You reassure him, lifting to the tips of your toes to ask silently for a kiss.

When he captures your lips with his, he can taste it. Taste the goodbye in how you feverishly try to consume him, and in every move afterward. Your fingers thread into his hair, your body a solid line of hot heat against his. There's a novelty to the desperation in your movements as you work yourself and then him out of his clothes.

With each pause, each longing look, each reach for him he can feel you breaking the bonds that you've created. Even in his recognition of it, he can't say no to you. He craves your body, often falling asleep to the thought of being deep inside of you. He tumbles into bed first, enamored with the sight of you soft and naked above him. The two of you kiss some more, slow and wet, and he lets himself get lost in you.

At least there’s one last time, is all he can think to himself when you straddle him.

When you whine his name over and over, sweet like honey, he closes his eyes and tightens his grip on your hips, trying to ingrain both the sound and feel of you into his brain. You bend to kiss him, your hips coming down against him over and over, taking him like you’re made for it. It takes little time for you to ride him to your peak, clenching tightly around him as you moan wantonly on top of him. Your orgasm triggers his, and he clutches you close as he fucks his release further into you.

Neither of you speaks again, he just submits to you when you slant your mouth against his, letting him slip out of you. He will gladly let you take and take until he has nothing else to give.

“Thank you for saving me, baby,” You whisper eventually, your lips brushing against his skin, still damp with sweat.

He melts under the sweetness in your voice, “Anytime.”

When you fall asleep in his arms the familiar waves of loneliness wash over him and he grows empty. It hasn't hit him this hard since the two of you began this, but with you slipping out of his fingers it comes back more powerful than before. He tries to keep himself from drowning in it, peering down at your face. Lost in your serenity and beauty, he wonders how you'll be once the two of you part.

Will things go back to the way they were before this? He hadn't known that you were attracted to him, didn't know you looked at him as more than your superior. You treated him the same as everyone else and cared for him just as thoroughly as you did everyone else— unafraid of the boundaries others set because of his title. Unafraid to break the rules when you detected his well-hidden attraction towards you.

Would you still care for him like that? Still buy him his coffee and donut when you stop for the rest of the team? Still bring him tea when you make yours when the two of you are the last two up on the jet? Stay behind to help him finish reports because you’re just as dedicated to the job?

After hours of overthinking, he finally succumbs to sleep, wound tightly around you as the two of you rest.

Morning comes too quickly, both of you groaning at the sound of his alarm. His waking up early lends itself to your situation, allowing you enough to cuddle and kiss before either of you need to get up and get ready.

He lingers as long as he can, knowing that he’s just one goodbye from lonely. Before he leaves your room he pulls you into a kiss abruptly, causing you to squeak into his mouth. He swallows that noise and everyone that follows eagerly, his fingers firm at the base of your neck.

“What was that for?” You ask breathlessly when he finally pulls away.

“I’m just glad you're okay.”

Your expression softens, guilt planting in your chest, and you treat him to another kiss. What you both know to be your last kiss, though neither of you have spoken the words.

There's a gray filter that settles over his life after that day. You're another failed attempt at connection. With the divorce and limited contact with Jack, he does what he does best– work. It gets easier to see you day in and day out because he grows more numb to life as time passes.

You’re the first to notice the change in him, though you feel strange bringing it up to the others. Reid immediately agrees with you, and Morgan wonders out loud if Hotch hasn’t been laid in a while. Wanting to steer the conversation away from that, you account it to losing Haley and the lack of time he gets to spend with Jack. All of you take your turns trying to take care of him. It's take-out containers when one of you notes he hasn't eaten, or another cup of coffee when his eyes look a little too glazed over. You take on more reports than before trying to lighten his load but he stays late anyway.

You hate seeing him like this, hate that you're the cause of it all but this is for the best. It's not that this isn't hard for you, you care for him more deeply than you'd ever planned to. But a relationship with a coworker, let alone your boss, isn't ideal. It would make everything more complicated and you’ve had enough of that in life.

As time drags on, your loneliness starts to fester inside of you. It doesn't matter how many dates you end up on, or how many people end up in your bed. When you’re finally alone after all the encounters, you’re left with yearning. That yearning lets the doubt that’s been locked up in the back of your mind free, and you're finally able to be honest with yourself.

You miss him and you're not sure that there's anyone who could fill the void that’s appeared since you left him. It takes weeks to work through your guilt and hesitancy, but eventually you decide to tell him how you feel. Even if he's moved on, you have to let him know. He has to know that he's worth every complication that could come from a relationship with him.

The perfect opportunity rolls around; a Friday night that you've decided to stay late, nothing else but work to do. You walk into his office with a stack of reports ready to be completely honest.

“Got these reports for you, sir.”

He gives you a stiff nod, keeping his eyes trained on the files you placed on his desk, “Thank you.”

It's a clear cue to leave, and for a moment you lose your gumption, turning around and heading towards the door. Absentmindedly, he lets out a sigh, soft and heavy at the same time, and you stop in your tracks, facing him once more.

When he realizes that you’re still here, he peers up at you, eyebrows knit together in confusion, “Is there something I can do for you, agent?”

His stare almost turns your body to jello but you straighten your shoulders with a deep breath, “Have you eaten?”

“I’m not sure how that’s relevant.”

“Just answer the question, Aaron.”

His eyes widen at your use of his first name, and his bottom lip sweeps over his tongue before he answers, “No, I haven’t eaten.”

“There’s this diner this guy I used to see told me about. He never took me though…”

Hotch can’t help the smile that pulls at his lips. The diner you’re referencing is one 5 minutes away from his apartment that he’s mentioned before. He had never taken you because that felt too much like a date, and he didn’t want to scare you away.

“This guy sounds like a drag,” His voice is monotone and you struggle to hold yourself together.

“He can be a little intense, but I don’t know.” You shrug playfully before continuing, “I really care about him. Could see myself being with him for the foreseeable future if he was interested,” You move closer, trailing your finger across his desk.

“He’s definitely interested,” He rises to his feet, coming around the desk to stand next to you.

“Oh, so you two have had a little chat?” You feel your face growing warm under his gaze.

“We’ve had plenty of chats.”

You don’t hesitate to close the gap between you, pressing your lips firmly to his. His hands find your hips immediately, pulling you tightly against his body. He’s licking into your mouth, desperate for the taste of you that he’s been missing for months. As always, your fingers are in his hair, knotting into the silkiness as you anchor him to you. You'll never take moments like this for granted again, melting into him as he kisses you breathless

“I’m sorry, for everything,” You mumble against his lips once the kiss breaks.

He shakes his head, shushing you gently, “It’s alright.”

“It’s not, I shouldn’t have walked away. I got scared.”

“Feeling like these are scary, I understand. Just don’t do it again,” He adds playfully and you look up at him, giggling against his cheek.

“Won’t happen again, sir,” You answer cheekily and he squeezes your hips, long strong figures gripping you tightly.

“Let me finish up here, and then we can head out?”

“Give me more work, I’ll help if I can so we can get out of here earlier,” You offer, eager to leave and talk through everything with him.

“You know what, let’s just call it a night now. Did you drive here today?”

“No…could I…could I stay over at your place tonight?”

His cheeks turn a muted, delicious shade of pink at your question, “I would really like that.”

You lean in for one last kiss before heading back to your desk to pack up your things. Hotch beats you, joining you at your desk with his go bag. You look up at him in surprise, nervous about the few stragglers in the office seeing you together. But he just gives you a reassuring smile, holding his hand out to you.

“Ready?”

For less loneliness. For not being afraid. For spending time with him unapologetically. For caring about him openly and honestly. You're ready for it all.

“Ready,” You say as you slip your hand into his.

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[miraculouslbcnreactions]

What do you think about the love square as toxic codependent relationship?

Toxic? Yes.

Codependent? No, though it is starting to go that way.

Canon has quite effectively poisoned the love square and put them in a position where they really shouldn't be dating. At the very least, they should be working full time with personal and couples counselors to fix their myriad of communication issues because Ladybug is still keeping things from Chat Noir and now Marinette is keeping things from Adrien. Yay! Plus Adrien desperately needs to work on being open and honest about his struggles. It should not take an act of magic for him to be able to admit that he doesn't want to do a thing (Risk). And quitting out of the blue instead of talking to his partner? Doesn't instill confidence that he'll suddenly magically be good at telling Marinette if she's making him feel similarly on the civilian side of things.

This leads into the other issue: balancing how they support each other. Right now, Marinette is getting all of Adrien's support, but he's getting nothing in return, which is super depressing because canon has the perfect setup to make that aspect of the relationship balanced. Chat Noir supports Ladybug through defeating whatever Gabriel is calling his villain side, Marinette supports Adrien through the fallout of the reveal of his father's web of lies and deception. Simple! Sweet! Easy! But because Adrien can't communicate his needs and because canon decided that Marinette needed romance trauma, their relationship is horribly unbalanced.

Adrien supporting Marinette through her relationship trauma is the one thing that is arguably codependent about their relationship because holy shit was that a terrible choice! As I've discussed before, he should not be her only support in that struggle for many reasons, one of them being that it makes her mental health dependent on him. The way the show is writing him now that they're together is horrible. Apparently perfect boyfriends have no needs of their own and no hopes, ambitions, or dreams outside of making their girlfriends happy!

The ending of season five does not give me any confidence that the above issues are going to go away. I expect them to get worse because holy shit how do you end the season with Adrien newly orphaned and yet spend no time showing Marinette comforting him? I have a sinking feeling that Adrien will mourn his dad about as much as he mourned his dead-for-less-than-a-year mom because I guess healthy people don't mourn. Or maybe this is just a sentimonster thing? Like maybe Emilie ordered him to not mourn her before she died or something like that. Or maybe Adrien is programmed to only care about living people who he loves/who love him? Idk. What I do know is that I'm very over the canon square. Just terrible, terrible writing. I'm especially judgmental of it because of the target age group.

While parents/guardians can model healthy romantic relationships for their children (assuming that the parents/guardians have a romantic partner), the concept of falling in love and starting to date is something that parents/guardians can't model even if they're actively dating because you're not going to take your kids on dates! Kids will mostly learn about falling in love and dating through media and discussions of the concept, which is why I think that it's extremely important to show healthy relationships in media aimed at young kids. And even if kids are being raised in a home/homes that model healthy relationships, that's just one or two data points. We want to give them lots of data points to draw from! We should not be giving them crap like whatever the hell season five of miraculous was.

#ml writing salt #ml writing critical

[avanatural]

That Simple

Part 6

Series summary: Beau goes to Y/N, a new friend of his, for some dating advice. Is the charming new Sheriff gonna get the date that he’s hoping for?  

Pairing: Beau Arlen x female Reader

Category: Smut, fluff, angst, 18+

Word count: 3.9k

Chapter warnings: Some sad!Beau, fingering, oral sex (male receiving), penetrative sex, protected sex (wrap it up!), swearing

A/N: This part contains smut! Do not proceed if you’re under the age of 18! As a Christmas present to my lovely readers, here is some Beau smut. I really hope you enjoy it! Wanna be on my Beau tag list? Send me an ask ❤️

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“Okay, Y/N,” she sighed, eyeing herself in the mirror, “You got this.” She gave herself a final nod of encouragement and exited the bathroom.

Tonight was the night. She was about to meet her partner’s daughter.

For this occasion, she’d put on a black skirt and the blouse that Beau fancied so much. Her hair was pinned to the top of her head in a neat bun, the front strands left out and curled to frame her face.

She walked into the living room, the heels of her shoes clicking against the floor. One look at the clock on the wall, and she released a breath. There was still some time left. Meaning she could play another round of forgotten items with her small handbag.

Phone? Check. Wallet? Check. Emily’s favorite chocolate? Check. Lipstick? Check. Keys? Oh, crap.

As Y/N went on her key hunt, storming through the living area, her phone started to sing loud cheerful tunes. She quickly fetched the device from her handbag. Her boyfriend’s name adorned the bright screen. She clicked ‘answer’ and pressed the phone to her ear. “Beau?”

His heavy voice carried itself through the speaker with an unspoken apology. “Hey, sweetheart.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah… It’s just…” His tone shifted, changing from apologetic to matter-of-factly. Putting on his Sheriff-voice usually made these things easier. “We can’t have dinner with my daughter tonight.”

His words made the muscles in her body tense up. “What?”

“Her stepdad decided to surprise her with a… ‘glamping trip’. They’re headin’ out as we speak. Em just canceled.”

Y/N’s heart dropped like a stone to the bottom of a lake. She knew how much Beau cared about his relationship with Emily. And how draining his rivalry with Avery was. If her heart was sinking, she could only guess how her partner was feeling. “I’m sorry, Beau.”

“Yeah,” he croaked, the mask around his tone fading as he realized he’d once again lost a battle to Emily’s stepfather. Admitting it to Y/N, saying it out loud, only made his defeat sink in, which hurt all the more. “Me, too.” He then growled something to himself, something that sounded dangerously close to knuckle-dunking Avery’s teeth in.

“Hey… Why don’t you come over?”, Y/N suggested. She didn’t want to spend the night alone, and she could imagine neither did Beau. “We can order food, watch a movie… Maybe even get a pillow fight in there,” she joked, trying to lighten up their conversation.

“Like a sleepover?”, he wondered, and Y/N could picture the way his eyebrow arched.

“Come on, play along!”, she attempted to encourage him, “Your next move is to tell me I didn’t get dressed up for nothing.”

“You got dressed up?”

Her tongue slid along her lower lip. By the sound of his voice, she knew that she’d captured his interest. “Uh-huh...”

Beau sighed on the other end. Then, his voice returned with a little bounce in its step. “Now, what kind of partner would I be not to come over and have a look at my girl?”

“That’s the spirit.” Y/N smiled into the speaker, already feeling more joyful despite the sudden dinner cancelation. Beau just had that effect on her. He breathed life and soul into her, even if he was low on fuel himself.

Y/N’s face lit up like a Christmas tree as soon as her eyes landed on Beau. He was standing on her porch, almost blinding her with how handsome he looked.

His light brown jacket was draped over his wide shoulders, the zipper undone to show off the burgundy sweater that was stretched across his chest. There was a small, colorful bouquet of flowers in his hand and a backpack slung over his arm.

“Hey, gorgeous.” He reached out his arm, handing her the bouquet. Honestly, he had no idea what kind of flowers they were, but they’d been the most beautiful ones in the shop. They stood out, just like Y/N.

“Beau! Thank you!” The corners of her lips twirled up happily when he pressed a greeting’s kiss to her cheek. “I love them.” The bouquet’s sweet scent mingled with Beau’s spicey cologne, clouding her mind for a second. “Come on in.”

As soon as the tips of his feet crossed the threshold into her house, the Sheriff felt at home. He dropped his backpack and followed Y/N into the kitchen, drawn in by the sparkle he’d seen in her eyes.

She looked purely delighted, like she was about to burst with joy over his flowers. He prided himself on the idea that he could make her feel good with his little gestures of love. It had been a while since he’d made a woman happy, and he fully intended to make the most of it with Y/N.

Once the bouquet was arranged beautifully in a vase, she turned back around. Her smile was bright, like the first rays of sunlight after a gloomy night, prompting him to hold his breath for a second.

He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re stunning.”

Hypnotized by his gentle touch and the devoted look in his eyes, she hummed a quiet “Thank you.”

“Lemme get a look at you.” Beau took her by the waist, picking her up off the ground, and sat her down on the kitchen island. The soft melody of her giggles invaded his ears. Stepping between her legs, he rested his hands on her thighs. His emerald orbs traveled across her face, drinking in the sight of her. If there was anyone who could make him feel better, pull him back up from the depths of his self-doubts, it was Y/N.

She brushed her knuckles against the apple of his cheek, wondering what was going on in his mind. His eyes held an underlying glimmer of sadness so intense that her own heart twisted with a need to lift his spirits.

Beau’s eyes fluttered as he leaned into her touch. “I’m so glad to be here right now,” he admitted hoarsely, barely audible. A sorrowful crease appeared between his brows.

Her palms closed around the sides of his jaw, framing it in a soothing gesture. “I’ll make this the best damn sleepover of your life.”

For the first time since he’d arrived, the smile reached his eyes. The wrinkles around his deep green orbs deepened as he averted them. He chuckled lowly, then met her gaze again. “I don’t doubt it, sweetheart.”

The remains of their ordered food were scattered across the living room table. Y/N was tucked safely against Beau’s side, who’d slung his arm around her shoulders the second they’d sat back against the couch. The tv was one of the few sources of light, next to some fairy lights and candles, illuminating the room with flickering warm colors.

Having Beau’s presence, his affection, his scent so close to her evoked all kinds of tingly feelings in Y/N’s gut. After letting a happy sigh out of her mouth, she peeked into the hallway, where her boyfriend had dropped his backpack. Gently, she nudged his shoulder. “Hey…”  

He tore his gaze away from the tv screen, away from the Korean horror movie they’d picked. “Hm?”

“You could, you know… Leave some of your stuff here. For when you stay over. I could make some space in my closet.”

He paused, eyeing Y/N’s facial features, lips twitching upwards. “You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Is it even possible to make room in that closet? You own, like, gazillions of clothes.”

“I do not!”, she chuckled, her eyes widening with feigned offense, “Don’t worry your pretty head, I got it.”

Beau didn’t respond, he just snickered along and hugged her more tightly. The way his arm clenched around her body told her he approved.

They stayed cuddled up on the couch, but Y/N couldn’t really pay attention to the movie they were watching. Not with a 6’1 Sheriff next to her who was the kind of handsome that just got into your bones. After stealing countless mischievous glances at him, she connected her lips to Beau’s cheek.

He hummed from deep within his chest and squeezed her against his side.

Lowering her head, she proceeded to plant a line of pecks on his jaw.

Her boyfriend shivered. “What’cha doin’?”, he asked, his gaze bright with anticipation.

“Seducing you,” she said before leaning back in. Her lips trailed along his skin, brushing against his growing beard. “Is that okay?”

A grunt escaped him when her hot breath tickled the shell of his ear. He tilted his head to give her better access to his needy skin. “Oh, more than okay,” he husked, his voice dropping an octave, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I still have a favor to repay,” she spoke in between open-mouthed kisses to his neck.

He melted into her sultry touch. The blood rushed south, making him squirm on the spot. “You don’t have to repay me for anythin’, you know that, right?”  

“I know. But I want to.” Her fingers played with the hem of his burgundy sweater as she sat up on her knees. “May I?”

Beau’s body was momentarily paralyzed by lust, leaving him to mumble a simple, “Please.”

Y/N pushed his shirt up and over his chest, revealing his smooth, freckled skin. He lifted his arms, making it easier for her to rid him of the maroon-colored material. His hair was left tousled after she’d pulled the fabric over his head. With his hair sticking up at odd angles and his broad chest out in the open, the Sheriff looked nothing short of delicious.

“Now, lay back…,” Y/N said and applied pressure to Beau’s shoulders, making him lean against the wall of couch pillows. “And relax.”

His ribcage was pushed up and down by labored breaths while her lips took a love tour across his chest. Y/N marked his pecs and stomach with her kisses, her intense Y/E/C eyes not leaving his face. Her rosy mouth traveled lower and lower, making him feel exposed, seen, and safe, all at once.

Beau could feel himself strain against his jeans. His bulge was begging to be released. When Y/N sunk to the floor between his legs, he propped himself up on his elbows to watch her. He was mesmerized by the view of this incredible woman on her knees before him.

With a coy smirk, his girlfriend undid his belt and opened his dark blue jeans. She felt like she was unwrapping a Christmas present, and a very promising one at that. There was already a wet spot on his boxer shorts, showcasing his excitement.

Beau let her slide his jeans and boxers down, aiding her by lifting his hips. Soon after, the fabric pooled around his ankles, shaped like a forever sign. His dick stood hard as a rock, almost painfully so, even though Y/N hadn’t touched him yet.

She took his manhood in her hand, amazed by its girth and the weight against her palm. The head was shining with a taunting layer of precum, prompting her to lean forward and slowly run her pointed tongue along the slit.

Beau’s jaw tensed. His eyes became hooded as he observed her. His worries, his pain, his fears about fatherhood, it all vanished into thin air. His mind and body were utterly focused on Y/N. Caught in a trance, he loosened her bun, making her hair drop from its hold.

She savored her very first taste of him. It instantly made her yearn for more. She closed her mouth around his tip and sucked on it. He hissed, his hand lashing out on reflex to touch the back of her head.

When her mouth started to bop up and down his shaft, his hand tangled in her hair, grabbing random strands in a desperate attempt to get her even closer. “Damn, Y/N… Just like that…”

She groaned around his length, the slight sting on the back of her head only serving to increase her enthusiasm. Her hand joined the fun, stroking what she couldn’t fit into her mouth.

Beau’s jaw went slack. Truth be told, she wasn’t just stroking his dick. She was stroking his ego, too. The muscles in his thighs constricted as his girl sucked him off. His clouded eyes met hers, and she grinned playfully around his length. “You know exactly what you’re doin’ to me, don’t you, darlin’?”

She hummed, sending shockwaves of pleasure from the head of his cock straight down to the base. As soon as her free hand came up to cradle his balls, he knew he was done for. A moan broke free from his throat, loud enough to make him blush.

His hand sought out her cheek, his tender thumb sweeping from her cheekbone down to her chin. “I want you to get undressed for me,” he mumbled.

Y/N pulled her mouth off of him with a pop. She wiped a sheen of precum and saliva from her smirking lips.  

Beau watched her, fascinated, as she crawled onto his lap. His dick vanished underneath her skirt, pressing against her soaked panties. His stare fell on her breasts as she unbuttoned her blouse, causing his instant loss of patience.

“On second thought, I’m gonna help you with that,” he decided, joining his girlfriend’s excited laughter as he fumbled with the button on her skirt.

Together, they managed to undress Y/N in record time. Their mouths chased each other hungrily. As their tongues tangled with a fiery passion, she ground herself on him.

“Do we need lube?”, he inquired in between smacks of their lips.

Rather than confess to him that she didn’t have any, she took his wrist and guided his hand to her pussy.

Beau’s fingertips brushed along her folds, instantly soaked with arousal. He hummed and tilted his head. “Guess not.”

Y/N responded with a chuckle, which soon turned into a lustful moan when he dipped two fingers into her core. She writhed on his digits, coating them with her slick, until she was shaking with greed.

“Want you inside me,” she panted.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Uh-huh.”

Slowly, he bent forward with Y/N still in his lap, reaching for his pants on the floor. She clung to Beau, crossing her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, as he searched his pocket for a condom.

“You came here prepared, huh?”, she teased.

The tips of his ears lit up pink, and his cheeks turned warm. With the foil pack between his fingers, he sat back to face his girlfriend. “I wasn’t- I didn’t just come here to- That wasn’t my intention.”

“Hey, don’t worry.” Her loving hand wiped some stray hair away from his forehead, barely touching his skin. “It’s always good to be prepared.”

“I-“ Beau’s lips parted with a smile, the weight lifted from his shoulders. The truth was, he’d gotten so used to justifying himself in a relationship that he felt like being defensive had become his second nature. “Sorry.”

He didn’t get a chance to appreciate the perfect smile she was giving him, that’s how desperately she dove straight into another kiss. She slid her tongue against his while she pried the foil packet from his hand. Without taking a look, she ripped open the package and took the condom out.

Beau closed his eyes while she rolled the condom onto his leaking length. He’d always pictured that he’d be all tongue and teeth, impatient, and assertive once he got the chance to fully be with Y/N. Instead, contentment rushed through his veins, making him feel calm. Grateful. At peace.

A surprised “Oh my God” escaped Y/N when the first few inches of his dick entered her, stretching her open with its girth. She proceeded to giggle into Beau’s mouth, which prompted him to laugh along. The tunes of his warm, welcoming chuckles were like tiny stabs of love to her heart.

The further she sank down on him, the more intense the pressure became. Her breathing started to shake, turning into uneven puffs of air that fanned his face.

Beau caught the sounds of her shallow breaths, sensing her discomfort. He gripped her hips and held her in place to slow her down. “Take your time, darlin’,” he whispered into her ear and felt her body tremble on top of him.

“Okay,” she whispered back and rested her forehead against his.

Beau snaked his arm around her waist to support her. His free hand dropped to her clit while he surged forward to meet her lips in a distracting kiss.

He stroked her little nub, making her insides quiver, until her hips started to rock on their own.

Gradually, she sank lower and lower, comforted by his kisses, until he was fully sheathed inside of her. A deep sigh escaped her once her ass met his thighs.

“There ya go,” he murmured, his mouth grazing hers as he spoke. He gave her full control, doing nothing other than hold her waist when she started to ride him. “Just take me how you need me.”

Y/N’s hips rotated in circular motions. She could feel how wet she was around him, hear it even. The hollow voices coming from the tv were no longer existent to her ears. It was all Beau. He was everywhere. The pure look in his eyes. His savory taste on her tongue. His enlarged tip in the depths of her body. Before long, she was moving faster, close to bouncing on his lap.

His palm moved to the back of her neck, giving his arm the opportunity to support her back while his fingers tangled in her hair. “You feel so good wrapped around me.” His voice was raspy, barely more than a low groan in his throat. He lowered his gaze to watch his himself slip in and out of her.

Suddenly, she tilted her hips just right. The way her tight inner walls squeezed his shaft sent Beau straight to the edge of bliss. The back of his head met the backrest of the couch, and his grip on her body slacked. The guttural moans that spilled from his mouth only spurred Y/N on, who started to ride him harder.

But he wasn’t willing to come yet. No, he couldn’t finish first. In his heart, he knew that his girl wouldn’t hold it against him if he did. But he needed to be a good experience for her. More than just good. He needed her to know how strongly he felt about her. 

“Holy- Y/N… Stop, wait.” He gathered all of his willpower to sit up with her in his lap.

As soon as she heard him say stop, her entire body froze. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” Beau inhaled and let out a prolonged exhale, slowly releasing his breath until it turned into a surprised outpour of a chuckle. “Almost came.”

“Why didn’t you?”

He circled his arm around her waist and dove to the side, taking her down with him, pushing her onto her back. “I’m not done with you, beautiful.”

Y/N wrapped her arms around his muscled back as Beau trapped her under his body, pinning her to the couch with his weight. She was smiling so widely that she feared her cheeks were going to burst open any second. The happiness that he planted within her made her feel invincible.

Her breath got lost in her throat when Beau rejoined their bodies, entering her in one smooth thrust. He sweetened the sting by covering her hand with his, intertwining their fingers next to her head.

Y/N’s free hand gripped the back of his neck to tug him down for a kiss. Beau’s mouth claimed hers while he pulled her leg over his hip, opening her up to him. Slowly, he started to rock back and forth, guiding them into a sensual rhythm.

“Mhhh,” she sighed as the head of his cock explored her from the inside, “That feels so good.”

Beau’s fingers tightened their grip on her hand. His eyes didn’t dare leave her face, scared to miss even the slightest reaction to his movements. He wanted to get to know her body, find out what she liked so that he could make her feel as good as she was making him feel. “God, you’re perfect,” he cooed as he buried himself inside of her.  

Y/N raised her legs, crossing her ankles behind his lower back. Their joined hands next to her head, their unwavering eye contact as well as Beau’s long, deep thrusts easily turned this experience into the most intimate sex she’d ever had. They breathed low moans and sweet praises into each other’s mouths.

“You’re grippin’ me so tight,” he grunted, dragging himself back and forth between her dripping folds. As he pushed forward, he was suddenly met with her sweet spot and a high-pitched whine.

“Mhhh, Beau! Right there.”

He closed in on that spot, steered by her angelic voice. The intensity of his thrusts moved her up and down the corduroy material of her couch. A sweet burning sensation dug itself into her back.

“You want me to keep goin’ like this?”

“Harder,” she croaked, high on pleasure.

“You sure?”

With her bottom lip caught between her teeth, she nodded her head. “Please, Beau.”

With a peck to her temple, he let go of her hand. He grabbed the backs of her thighs, spreading her legs to make room for himself, and pinned her thighs to her chest. When he plunged his dick back into her, Y/N’s head fell back. The new angle made him go unbelievably deep.

“Fuck,” she gasped.

“You okay there?” He grinned, propping himself up with his hands on the backs of her knees.

Staring at the ceiling, Y/N’s eyes threatened to roll back into her head. “Amazing…”

Beau picked up the pace and force, bending her in half. Small droplets of sweat gathered along his forehead and chest, dripping down onto her heated skin. The sight of her breasts bouncing with his thrusts, the sight of her flushed face, of his cock disappearing into her pussy, it was overwhelming.

Y/N’s voice was like a rising storm, her lips parting to make her pleasure known. She was so close to her orgasm. So close to falling over the edge.

And when she came a few minutes later, she looked at his face. His handsome features were twisted with hunger, and with something soft, something delicate. Y/N gasped a final cry of delight, her body shaking below him. Her legs felt like jell-o, her clit was vibrating, and she felt like laughing and crying at the same time.

The way her pussy fluttered around him sent Beau spiraling into his own orgasm. He finally allowed himself to let go. Jolts of bliss pulsed through his lower body as he came on top of Y/N. His stomach clenched as he shot warm ropes of relief into the condom.

The sounds of his tender, drawn-out groans filled the room, then faded away as he collapsed into her embrace, met with open arms.

Face to face, they panted against each other’s kiss-swollen lips.

“I love you,” Beau breathed, his chest heaving against hers. He didn’t dare raise his voice above a whisper, fearing that he might break the small bubble they were hiding in, separated from the harshness of the world.

Y/N felt light and fragile like a little butterfly, doted on by the fondness in her partner’s eyes. “I love you, too.”

“Best damn sleepover ever,” he declared under his breath.

Soon after, their low hums of shared laughter filled the living room.

Part 7

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Spencer Reid x she/her!reader

Familiar Face

“What about you, kid, did you have a crush in school?” Derek asks Spencer, a natural progression considering everyone on the team had already discussed their school crushes. Even Penelope joined in from the computer screen. It‘s a long flight, they have time.

The image of you enters Spencer’s mind as soon as the question is asked.

“No, I didnt.” He answers, the picture of you seeming to grow until it envelopes all of his thoughts.

Emily raises an eyebrow. “I think someone is telling a lie!”

This peaks the entire team’s interest, all of them leaning forward in their seats, profiling him expertly in terrifying silence.

“Alright, alright! There was a girl I had feelings for!” Spencer admits defeat under the deadly gaze of his friends, who all smile in joint victory.

“Come on kid, you’ve gotta tell us more!” Derek says, already prepared to tease the genius to no end.

Spencer sighs. “She was my best friend. My only friend, actually. Nobody could really...stand to be around me, nobody my own age, back then. The only reason I wasnt mercilessly bullied was because of her, she so fiercely defended me all the time.” He laughs fondly, losing himself to thoughts of you. “She was always much smaller than me, but she was fearless. We used to play imaginary games where we were both police officers chasing bad guys; it was her who inspired me to want to pursue a career like this. Before her, the bad guys scared me. My mom loved her, and she loved my mom, they were always laughing together whenever she came over. I can distinctly remember my heart stopping when our imaginary police games got particularly dramatic and she’d grab my hand, for just a few seconds I was allowed to believe I had a chance with her.” Spencer shakes his head, pulling himself out of his thoughts and clearing his throat. “But that was a long time ago, she has most likely forgotten all about me.”

He looks down at the case file in his hands and pretends to read it while the team exchange glances. He did his best to reveal as little personal information possible about you, so that they have no way of finding you and forcing you to see him again, but he couldnt help still feeling worried.

It had been a while since Spencer had thought of you. His mind drifted to you every so often, but he only ever let himself very shallowly recall memories of you, he wouldnt dare relive them properly. But after talking about you aloud for the first time in so many years, the dam was broken, and his mind was flooded.

Not only does he recall how his heart stopped when you held his hand, he remembers the way you’d grin every time you saw him, even if you’d only spent an hour without him. Spencer recites the countless facts he remembered specifically to tell you. He remembers every word you ever told him, from the day you met when the two of you were five years old, until the day he graduated high school at 12 and had to leave for college.

That day in kindergarten, you left the other kids you were playing with so that you could go and sit with little Spencer, who was reading a book by himself. You introduced yourself and asked him to read to you, which became an ongoing tradition in your friendship, up until the day you cried into each other before he had to leave for college. You told him you adored him, that you’d do everything in your power to stay in touch with him, and then you kissed him. Neither him nor you had ever addressed any feelings outside of friendship, and even then, neither of you said anything. It was your shared first kiss.

Spencer remembers every detail of every incident when you physically jumped in front of him to protect him from school bullies. He counted six times that you got called to the principal’s office for punching, kicking and biting people that were mean to him. It would always be Spencer who pulled you away from a fight and held you back, you werent scared at all. He remembers when you got a black eye in a particular incident protecting him, he felt so guilty that he threw up and tried to avoid you, because he thought you’d be safer and happier without him. But you found him, you always did, and you told him you’d break every bone in your body if it meant he would be safe. That was one of the moments, one of many, that made him fall so hard for you.

A week passed, a week of Spencer daydreaming of you in the same way he did all those years ago. None of the team had brought you up again, which gave him just as much relief as it did stress; he couldnt tell if they were planning something or if they’d simply moved on. Regardless, the team’s focus is presently on a case of a missing child. This case is only a short drive away, no flight necessary, which was the only pleasantry of this case.

“We contacted a CARD team investigator to assist us on this case.” Aaron briefs the team as they enter the station, and everyone nods.

The CARD team, Child Abduction Response Deployment, works to recover victims as quickly as possible and helps apprehend those responsible for taking them. There are only 60 or so agents who make up the CARD team, stationed at field offices and assigned to one of five regional teams. They are seasoned veterans of crimes against children, especially child abductions, and have received extensive training. While some local law enforcement agencies may only work one or two child abduction cases a year, CARD team agents work these kinds of cases all the time, keeping their unique skill set honed.

An officer approaches Aaron. “Agent (Y/L/N) has already started interrogating the first person on the local sex offenders list.”

Hotch nods. “Rossi, you and Prentiss speak to the first victim’s family. JJ and Derek, go and speak to Addie’s parents.” He instructs, referring to the child currently missing. “Reid and I will assist Agent (Y/L/N) with interrogations.”

Spencer feels his mouth dry up, Agent (Y/L/N)? It couldnt be, could it? The probability of that coincidence is far too low, it isnt logical, only hopeful.

The team splits up, with Spencer and Aaron heading to the interrogation room. The CARD investigator has her back to the window, sitting opposite a particularly seedy looking middle aged man.

“How many times are you and I going to meet in these circumstances, Mr. Williams?” She says, a hint of sass mixed into her authoritative tone.

“As many times as you jump to suspect me the second a kid goes missing!” Mr. Wiliams snaps back, raising his voice.

Although Spencer cant see her face, he can practically hear her raise an eyebrow sarcastically as she laughs. “Oh, you overestimate yourself, Mr. Williams. You are simply the first name on the list, there are plenty of other creeps far more capable of such a professionally executed crime. As far as Im concerned, you’re an amateur.”

Spencer smiles slightly. Hotch looks at him.

“She’s good, isnt she?”

Spencer nods. “She’ll break him in no time.”

He cant help recognising her voice as somewhat familiar, but he discards it as his mind playing tricks on him.

“Garcia said she’s quoted as the best CARD investigator in her regional team, if not the best of them all. In every case she’s worked, she’s found every child, and found them alive.”

Spencer frowns slightly, looking to Hotch. “Why did Garcia do a background check on a CARD investigator?”

There’s a flicker of panic in Aaron’s eyes, but he immediately regains composure. “She’d heard of Agent (Y/L/N) prior to this, in various articles Garcia likes to read about children who were reunited with their parents after being kidnapped. She hoped to join us on this case so that she could befriend the investigator.”

Spencer nods, that does sound like Penelope. But he couldnt shake the feeling that something was off. Penelope had never mentioned an Agent (Y/L/N) before.

“You’re obsessed with me!” Mr. Williams scoffs. “Even though Im in therapy for my inappropriate attractions, I’d rather have my dick cut off with a butter knife than sleep with you!”

The CARD investigator laughs at that, she really laughs, dramatically wiping tears from her eyes.

“Oh, now you’ve dug yourself a hole!” She says as she rises from her seat, placing her palms flat on the interrogation table and leaning over to him. “I’ve got a game for you. Why dont you go ahead and give me a list of women who would sleep with a man who can only get it up for little kids? Oh, wait, sorry, Im getting you confused with pedophiles who can get it up in the first place. You missed that train, didnt you? I also think you’re forgetting who was at your court case, and who saw the naked pictures of you that were passed around the court.” She chuckles, shaking her head dismissively as she walks around the table and leans over him from the side, her hair shielding her face from Spencer’s view.

“Sweetheart, my pinky finger would give me more satisfaction!” Agent (Y/L/N) cheers.

Mr. Williams tugs at his handcuffs, and she laughs harder.

“You’re really gonna try that with me? Do you WANT to go back in a cell? From what I remember, the other inmates dont take kindly to people like you, but Im sure you know that from your own experience, right?” She leans closer to him, Mr. Williams shrinking away from her. “Where were you at 3pm on Tuesday the 13th?” She tucks her hair behind her ear, and Spencer’s blood runs cold.

It’s you.

He knew it, the moment he heard your name, heard your voice, your laugh, he just didnt want to admit it!

“How did you find her?” Spencer asks, his voice stern.

“Garcia.” Hotch replies, neither of the men looking at each other.

Spencer nods and speed walks away, feeling his entire body heating up until he steps outside the building. He feels lightheaded, dizzy, like he’s dreaming. Before he knows it, his phone is pressed to his ear.

“You’ve reached the desk of the one and only sex goddess-“

Spencer cuts Penelope off. “How did you find her?”

He hears her swallow nervously. “W-Well, you graduated early, so I knew there was no point looking in yearbooks, but there were school pictures from before then...she was always stood next to you.”

Spencer sighs, Penelope doesnt say anything else, and he knows why. She’s worried that he’s angry with her, but he could never be. He knows that the team put her up to it for that exact reason: Garcia is the only person on the team he cant hold a grudge against, because her intentions are always nothing but kind. Without her needing to say it, Spencer knows she found you because she saw how happy he was just talking about you, she wanted to reunite the two of you. Set him up with someone that he already knew, or did, many years ago. And for that, he cant be upset with her.

“I havent seen her since I was 12, what do I say?” Spencer asks, truly lost in a situation he had not prepared himself for.

He can hear the relief in Penelope’s voice at his response. “Just be yourself! That worked when you were kids, so it’ll work now!”

Spencer looks over the door of the police station. “How can you know that?”

The smile on Penelope’s face is obvious. “You both ended up catching the bad guys.”

Spencer cant help but smile, too. It’s a strange bit of reassurance, and he appreciates it more than he can say. “Thank you.”

Penelope squeals. “Go get her!”

Then she hangs up, causing Spencer to laugh as he tucks his phone back in his pocket. He takes a few deep breaths as he stares at the door, hyping himself up before he nods to himself and walks back inside. Determination fills him as he makes his way back to the interrogation room, but the determination melts when he sees you talking with Hotch in the entrance hall. He had anticipated he’d have a few more seconds to mentally prepare, but that was gone, and so was his confidence. Spencer stops dead in his tracks, frozen to the spot.

You and Hotch smile as you talk, your eyes distracted from him by something you couldnt figure out, until they glanced at the door. Your expression fell into one of utter disbelief. Wide eyes approach Spencer at a pace that could slow time itself. Once you’re close enough, you lift your hand at the same snail speed, gently touching his cheek with your fingertips.

“Is it really you?” You whisper, such a quiet contrast to the confidence in the interrogation room.

Spencer nods, parting his mouth to speak, but then your face begins to change. A smile forms, blooming into a grin until he recognises it as the same smile you’d always give him, and quite suddenly all words lose their meaning. No amount of syllables or sentences could come close to a justified description of your beauty.

“Well, let me start by saying with complete confidence that my childhood crush on you has transcended its previous laws.” You say, blushing slightly at your own confession.

“How so?” Spencer asks with a small smile.

“Childhood crushes are supposed to end when childhood does, but here I am!” You declare, playfully mad at him.

He laughs. “Last time I saw you, you very unfairly put me in a state of shock that made me mute for an entire day.”

Your eyes widen with concern. “I did? Why!?! How!?!”

Spencer sighs. “You kissed me, and as soon as you did I couldnt function.”

“And why is that unfair?” You ask teasingly, grinning again.

“You rendered me physically incapable of responding appropriately!” Spencer states in joking accusation.

You raise an eyebrow, processing the sentiment behind his words. You take a step closer to him, standing on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck. “Well, what’s a 20 year break in a conversation? I’d gladly continue it! A little less sadly this time around though, if possible.”

Spencer leans in. “Oh, that’s definitely possible.” He mumbles quietly, half a second before your lips meet his.

Spencer’s hands go to your waist, then to the small of your back, then your hips, while yours run through his hair and hold him to you, not that he’d ever try to escape. Your lips collide in the most gorgeous way, dancing together wordlessly, perfectly detailling the extent of your yearning for each other. You pull away, panting, and Spencer feels himself swell with pride noticing how impressed you are. Maybe waiting 20 years to kiss you back was good, since he got some practise in before the final test. Seeing you still recovering from his kiss, he finds confidence he never would’ve found without you.

“So, dinner tonight?”

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[illiana-mystery]

WIP Whenever

So I am currently making my way through finishing Chapter 3 of both Snow Angel (my Leonhard Seppala fic) and Chasing Foxy (my new Norman Osborn fic).

And I didn't want to wait until Wednesday, so here's a sneak peek of both of the chapters today! 😁😆

Hopefully, both chapters will be finished and posted sometime this week! 🤞🏾🤞🏾🤞🏾

Taglist: @ghnaim24​, @currvycurly, @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky​​, @iobsessoverfictionalmen​, @emily-ella-nightshade89​, @goodoldcharley, @writingkitten

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Snow Angel

"You alright? It makes sense that I'm winded, but you're young. I thought you would have more energy than me."

She laughed.

"You're not that old, Leonard. What are you...like 35?"

"I'm almost 50," he corrected her. "But thanks for the compliment."

"Hmm, you really don't look a day over 40," she assured him. "Norwegians must age very well compared to Russians and Alaskans."

He snickered.

"You're too kind. But now I'm afraid to ask how old you are?"

"Almost 30," she responded, to his shock.

"Really?! I thought you were mid-twenties."

She giggled.

"No, I'm 29 so that probably makes you 49, right?"

He nodded.

"Hmm, well I've always found older men more attractive," she boldly said, leaning closer to him.

"What are you getting at?"

She laughed.

"Nothing at all," she teased, before she moved from his grasp. "Let's get to reinforcing those kennels."

He was speechless once she suggested that.

Here she was clearly being more bold with her flirting, and now she was making her way down the ladder.

Pretending like it never happened.

Although the smirk on her face said otherwise.

Did she like him as much as he liked her?

He was more than confused, trying desperately not to scare her away.

Sure she was stuck, but he also didn't want her to be distant from him while she was stuck.

He just didn't want to misinterpreted her flirting.

She was probably just being nice, he told himself.

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Chasing Foxy

"It'll be okay," Rosie assured him after grabbing his hand and squeezing it. "You'll do fine. If General Slocum can't appreciate your genius, he's a fool. You're brilliant, Norman. Just like my big old man."

Otto chuckled, before he kissed his wife's cheek.

"Rosie, I love your positivity, but Slocum is a hard man to impress. Norman is well within his right to be worried."

"Ugh, I suppose so," she huffed in defeat, before taking a sip of her Chardonnay.

"I do appreciate your positivity though," Norman assured Rosie.

"Thank you, Norman," she smugly said, looking at her husband after.

"And this is why I fell in love with you, Rosalie. You charmed me with the positivity, but stayed for your sass."

"The stress relief sex helped too," she remarked as she took another sip of wine.

"You got that right," he said with a hardy chuckle.

"I've always envied your relationship," Norman admitted. "I loved Emily, but we were never like you two."

"Emily was always in the clouds, bless her heart," Rosie started. "But I know she loved you as much as you loved her."

"That's a nice thought, Rosie. But you know I pushed her away. In my pursuit of success, I forgot about her and Harry. She would have divorced me if she hadn't died first," he revealed before he looked back at his phone, pondering if he should text Foxy back.

"Norman, you don't know..."

"I found the divorce papers she hid after her funeral," he admitted. "I loved her so much, but my ambition clouded that part of my brain. She deserved the man she fell in love with. I'm just glad she had Harry before she died. I'm glad that she had someone to love when she couldn't get any love from her husband. And I was so ashamed, I shipped my son away. I kept shipping him away until now..."

He felt like he was about to cry, but he held his tears back once he scrolled back to the picture of Foxy she had sent him with her message last night.

"I just hope I'm better to my new girlfriend," he whimpered as he texted her back.

Thank you, mommy. 😊 You're making me blush. I really needed your message right now. I feel a lot better now, but I will still need your healing. I really can't wait to see you again tonight. You're making your baby boy so giddy. 😆❤️

The couple across from him was speechless while he was texting. They knew about his strained marriage to Emily due to his overambition and his non-existant relationship with Harry. But they had no idea she was gonna divorce him before she ultimately died.

That just showed that he was really having a hard time. It wasn't like him to be so open about his failings, even to his old friends.

And even Rosie was starting to realize that her positivity wasn't just gonna magically fix all his woes.

Oh, honey. Mommy knows you still need her to make you feel better. I can't wait to see you too. I'm gonna give you so many kisses and cuddle you so tight tonight. 😘

He was absolutely red in the face when he read her reply, which Rosie noticed.

"Should we leave you alone?" she teased to lighten the mood. "Because you're as red as the tomato sauce."

"No, no. I'm fine. My girlfriend is just so sweet."

"Aww!" Rosie cooed again. "Well, it won't be too much longer until you see her again."

"Yeah," he hummed happily.

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[jawritter]

If It’s Meant to Be

Part 11

Summary: Bad things happen to good people, that’s just the rule of thumb. But sometimes, things happen for a reason, and that reason is so you can find the person you’re meant to be with…

Pairing: Alpha!Beau Arlen x Omega!Reader

Warnings: 18 + ONLY!!! ANGST!!! SO MUCH FUCKING AGNST!!! Possible suicidal ideations. REALLY BAD CLIF HANGER ENDING, (I’m already ducking from the @’s in my mentions over this one).

Word Count: 2644

A/N: This fic is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Enjoy!

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The weight that sat heavily on Y/N’s chest was almost suffocating as they made their way up the driveway towards Beau’s little trailer. Whether or not she wanted to admit it, even to herself, this place still had the same, homey feel to it that it had the night she pulled up to it when Beau was first in rut. 

But even the quaint little homey feel of the atmosphere of the place couldn’t take away from the reality that existed between the Alpha and the Omega that sat in the car as she put it in park. 

Beau, aside from asking to go home when they’d gotten in the car had not said a word, he’d just held his phone in his hand, maybe sending a text message or two to who was most likely Emily, and then just sat there staring out of the window next to him. 

“You don’t have to stay here and watch this,” Beau said suddenly as she killed the engine, and turned slightly to face him. “I’ll make sure I’ll leave a note, so when they find me, they will know it was my call to come back here, and they won't be able to pin anything like neglecting your Alpha on you.”

Y/N sat there with her throat damn near closing in on itself, the crushing weight she’d felt earlier became all that more heavy with the reality of JUST what he’d planned to do. One way or another, whether it be going Feral and the fever killing him, or by his own hand, he didn't plan to live through this. 

“I’m sorry you got pulled into all of this in the first place,” Beau continued. “It was never my intention to hurt you. It was never my intention to ruin your life. It was never what I wanted to do. I never wanted to hurt you. I never wanted to drag you into this shit with me, and you shouldn’t have to be subjected to sit and watch me die.”

“Beau, no—”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to pretend,” Beau interrupted her as he placed a shaking hand on the door of the car, but this time when she placed her hand on his thigh, he didn’t jerk away. “I didn’t give you a whole lot of reasons to like me. True Mates or not. I can’t ask you to jump in here and fix this. I made this mess. I have to lie down and die in it. It’s only fair.”

“Fuck fair Beau,” she yelled at him, and he flinched back slightly as if she’d burned him. “I don’t give a damn what you deserve, I”m not just gonna let you go into that trailer and die!”

Beau opened his mouth to argue, but grimaced as he instead, bringing his hand up to his head as if to block out some sort of blinding pain, and she instinctively reached to support him as he swayed in his seat. His skin was boiling to the touch, she was pretty sure as the night went, it would only get worse, which did NOT leave them a lot of time to sit there in the driveway to work out their multitude of issues. 

“Come on, let’s get you inside,” she said, jerking the driver’s side door open, and jumping out of the car to hurry up and open the passenger side door. Beau just looked up at her, completely drained and defeated. 

“I mean it Omega go home, you don’t have to stay and watch this,” he pressed, but she just sank down to his level, not missing the harsh smell of rut that suddenly clouded the air between them, making a tense, hard situation that much worse. 

“Listen to me Alpha,” she stated, doing her best to hide all the fear and hurt that was welling up in her voice. She could not show weakness, or else this would never work. Beau bared his teeth slightly at the title, and it did cross her mind that he could snap at any moment, but for some reason, she wasn’t afraid of him, more of the repercussions that might come from them mating again if he rejected her. “You might be a few years older than me and stubborn and bullheaded as hell, but I can assure you, I”m just as stubborn and bullheaded, and I don’t run just because an Alpha wants me too. So get the fuck out of the car and into the trailer, or I will call Jenny, and she can help me drag you out.”

Beau’s nostrils flared, but he said nothing, just clumsily clambered to his feet before making his way up to the deck to the mall, metal framed door. 

She followed along close behind him, determined to make sure he couldn’t hurry through the door and shut it in her face, cause she thought he might actually try that, but he didn’t, he didn’t even bother trying to close the door. He just stumbled into the trailer, and left the door open for her to follow him in, which made her hope that maybe, just maybe, he hadn’t totally given up yet. 

When she got into the trailer, closing and locking the door behind her, she found Beau, sitting on the edge of his bed, with a picture of Emily in his hand, and the family he’d lost. 

She didn’t understand it really, why he still clung to the Omega that didn’t want him, that had clearly rejected him. She didn’t know if it was the child that held him to it, but she wanted badly to pull him out of it. Show him that he still had a good bit of life ahead of him. If he’d just open the fuck up and quiet pushing her away, maybe even with her. 

Even though he’d rejected her, even though he’d hurt her beyond words, she still didn’t have it in her to think that he was a bad guy. For some reason, whether it was an unintentional bond or what, but she had a feeling he was hiding behind a lot of hurt, but she still really had not seen the REAL Beau Arlen, and she just couldn’t give up on him. Something deep inside of herself just wouldn’t let her. No matter how much she wanted to preserve her sanity. She couldn’t leave him here alone to die. 

So she forced her feet to move, and to sit down on the bed next to him. He didn’t even look up at the dip of the mattress, just sighed heavily as he looked down at the photo in his hands. His thick fingers reaching down to trace the photo in his hand as he did so, a drop of dark, red blood fell onto his hand in almost a cruel, poetic gesture. 

“Beau, you need to lay down,” she voiced as she stood to find a tissue or something to clean the blood up that was slowly dripping from his nose, but he just shrugged and whipped it away on his sleeve as if it didn’t matter. 

“Laying down, sitting up, it won't matter either way in a few hours,” he voiced, almost as if their thoughts were connected in some way, and maybe they were, and neither of them realized it. 

“Beau you can’t just give up,” she tried, but he just shook his head and sat the picture back down on his bedside table. 

“DOn’t really have much of a choice do I?” he questioned, looking down at the blood stain that was now on his sleeve. 

“Yes you do,” she argued, and he lifted his gaze to stare at her, his expression and eyes completely unreadable. 

“That what you really want? For me to do what instinct is telling me too? Tie you to me? Hmm? A recovering alcoholic and an Alpha that’s WAY past his prime? Someone with a teenage daughter and an ex-wife, who, as long as Emily is alive, will always be in the picture?” 

He waited, stared her down, but she didn’t budge, the tension in the air almost palpable between them. She knew he was trying to scare her, but for some reason, she wasn’t afraid. Even though maybe she should have been. 

“What about the fact that every day I get up and go into work,” he continued, indicating to his injured shoulder, “that there is a good chance I won't come home alive. Is that something you really, REALLY want to be stuck with? Have you ever seen what happens to an Omega when the Alpha dies, when the bond is broken? It’s not pretty. So no darlin, the way I see it, to keep me from hurting anyone else, dying is the only option I really got.”

“You’re so fucking stubborn,” she said, shaking her head with annoyance. 

“Stubborn, selfish, worthless, drunk… I had someone tell me once that at least I was pretty, so I guess there’s that.”

Y/N blinked at him as if she’d been slapped in the face at his little confession, and even though she was gawking, she couldn’t find it in her to care, because she didn’t know how to slap Beau, or whoever told him something like that.

“Who the fuck told you that?” She finally forced herself to ask, and Beau snorted. 

“Carla,” he admitted, and the anger rose up in her faster than she thought possible. If she had time, she’d probably drive over to her house and beat her face in, but she didn’t think Beau would live that long, so time wasn’t an option, but when this was over, she and Carla were going to have one hell of a come to Jesus meeting. 

“That is such a fucking lie,” she said, and he looked at her as if he was getting tired of this conversation, or maybe he was just deteriorating, and it was getting harder for him to focus. 

“You don’t even know me.”

“Only because you won't let me get to know you Beau! You’ve got these walls up that you think is helping everyone else around you, but all you’re doing is killing yourself! I was more than willing to take ALL of that you said when I drove up here a few days ago! YOU were the one that backed out and brought a fucking plan B pill! I don’t care that you're older than me, I don’t care that you’ve had a pup with another woman. So what, you’ve had drinking problems in the past, who doesn’t have their share of issues. So what, your job is dangerous. Beau, I would have been more than glad that you decided to claim me. But you decided you didn’t want me. Not the other way around. I would have been glad to get to know you. Even the ugly parts you didn’t want me to see.”

Beau said nothing, he just sat there, looking at the floor. She wanted to scream at him more, slap him, kick him, do anything to make him move. Make him save himself. She didn’t know how much clearer she had to be to get him to understand that she was in this for the long hall, because, for some reason she didn’t even understand herself, she just couldn’t walk away from him. 

“If we do this,” Beau said after a moment, “It’s permanent. There’s no going back. There’s no taking it back. There’s no fixing it.”

Y/N said nothing, she just slipped her sweater off of her shoulders, and pulled her hair up into a tighter messy bun. Beau watched, his eyes taking in every movement she made. 

“If I was going to run Beau,” she said as she dropped the sweater on the floor. “Don’t you think I’d have done it by now? I’m not afraid of your job, I’m not afraid of your ex-wife. I’m not afraid of your daughter. The only one that I’m afraid of is you.”

“You have no reason to be afraid of me,” Beau stated, but she couldn’t tell if it was because he was starting to lose it completely, or if it was because he was in pain. “I’d blow my brains out right here before I let myself snap and hurt you.”

“That’s not what I’m afraid of Alpha,” she clarified, and he cocked his head in confusion. “I’m afraid of what your rejection, when you wake up from this rut, and from whatever this fever really is, and figure out again that it’s not what you want, that I’M not what you want, and you pack another pill in here for me to take and send me on my way. I won't live through it this time. It will kill me. That’s what I’m afraid of.”

Beau’s eyes shifted around the room as he shook his head furiously, and she thought that just for a second he was going to tell her to get out. 

“I wasn’t trying to reject you Omega, I just wanted to give you an out if you wanted it. I didn’t want you to be tied to me if you didn’t want to be, and if you didn’t want me, I’d have let you go, but I also did want to deal with another pup I’d never get to see, so I just had it there as an alternative IF and only IF you wanted it. I would have never made you take that pill. It wasn’t a rejection. I was just trying to give you a choice.”

Y/N’s eyes locked with his, desperate to try and read him. Desperate to try and figure out if he was lying to her to save himself. But she could detect no lies in his green eyes that seemed to be getting dimmer and dimmer by the moment. Just pain. A lot of pain. 

“Then why didn’t you claim me?” She questioned directly, and he winced as he tried to sit back against the headboard. 

“Because I didn’t think you wanted me too.”

It was such a simple answer, such a simple little thing, one she never would have thought of in a million years, because what Alpha ever cared about what the Omega wanted in the deal. They just took and took until they got what they needed, and nothing more was ever said about it. That’s why she thought he’d rejected her when he hadn’t claimed her. It was a misunderstanding. One that almost killed them both. One that still might kill him. All because he wouldn't communicate when he needed to the most. 

Y/N was suddenly desperate to save him. Suddenly determined to fix it. Fix what they’d both stupidly broken, when she stood up and moved closer to him, grabbing his hand that was resting on the side of him in her own. His eyes were closed now, and his mouth opened slightly as his chest heaved with every breath he took. His scent was almost suffocating in the confined space. They were running out of time. 

“Then take it Alpha, take what you need, claim me. I’m literally giving you my verbal permission. We can figure out the rest when you live through it. Please.”

Beau forced his head up to look at her that had lulled strangely to his injured shoulder. His face was red. The fever was dangerously high. There was more blood pooling just at the end of his nose, ready to fall at any moment. But he nodded, and tried to sit up, then immediately, as if in some cruel joke by the universe, or maybe both of their own stupidity, his eyes rolled, and his body fell backward onto the bed, limp, and barely breathing. 

To Be Continued…..

Tumblr wouldn’t let me tag it guys, I’m sorry. I’ll try rebloging with the tags later tonight, but honestly I’m not hopeful it will let me. I apologize for any inconvenience this has caused. 

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[fishareglorious]

If someone were to be deciding between either limbus company or reverse 1999, which would you recommend and why? What would you say are the pros and cons?

I enjoy both R1999's and Limbus' story and gameplay, and both its cast of characters remain pretty intriguing enough. But I will be upfront about the fact that I will a little more biased on R199 since its currently filling up the spaces between my neurons currently, and that I've dropped Limbus months ago due to the company's actions towards its workers. All in all, if you want to play Limbus, all I ask of you is to not give the game any real-life money.

I really do want to give both games a fair chance, so I would say my verdict would be for you to try both games and see if like one or even both?

A whole ass essay under the cut:

Anyhow, when it comes to recommending it, I.. would say to a general audience, R1999's more palatable? Limbus' contents (see: its giant trigger warnings screen when you start the game for the first time) aren't quite for everyone, so if any of these aren’t for you, please take care of yourself.

Limbus gameplay is something that plays in my head even if I haven’t touched it in months. The difficulty spike is infamously vertical, but if you enjoy a good challenge, figuring out battles is really gratifying. Probably is one of the things I really miss about the game, as much as it did frustrate me to the point of insanity.

For the characters, I did really like the fact all of the playable characters take inspiration from classic literature (ie, Ishmael is inspired from Ishmael from Moby Dick, Heathcliff is from Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte, Faust from Goethe's Faust, Gregor as Gregor Samsa from Kafka's Metamorphosis, etc.), and the setting of the City as an ultra capitalist hell that has SCP-esque creatures wreaking havoc after the downfall of an eldritch horror energy company is a very fascinating and intriguing world.

One of the big things I can think people praise about Limbus is that almost all gacha content are actually obtainable with enough grinding; barring the pretty new Walpurgisnacht content, which I think is limited?

The game has utterly banger soundtracks including original songs from Mili is spectacularly weaved into the boss battles, sound design that is immaculately crunchy in a satisfying way (I. admit I sometimes open some character's attack audios. for fun at one point. let us ignore i am the guy obsessed with outis and I play her voicelines because she's. her.) and top-notch voice acting. While it doesn't have a english dub, but I think even if they had one I don't think they'll come quite close to the korean VA's performances.

I may not have touched the game in months but I do still carry a fondness for these gang of murderous morally gray-to-black bastards and their sad sopping wet amnesiac manager.

And let's get to R1999. It's been taking up space in my brain for a while now. The cast of characters are certainly interesting, and there is lore jam-packed into almost every bit of the story. The whole world and the ramifications and effects of the Storm pose an intriguing conflict and I'll surely be tuned in to how the main story will turn out. The events are also a joy to watch and play.

As for the gameplay, if the levels aren't kicking your ass and you're evenly matched with your enemies, I really do enjoy the process of strategizing how to defeat the enemies. Unlike Limbus flinging you out into the world and into the battle; the tutorial on how R1999's battle mechanic certainly eases you better into knowing the basics. My only complaint in here is that the end-game grind is horrific. Farming for stuff for your characters in the highest levels will have you ripping your hair out (at least, that was my experience), but at the last going through the main story content doesn't actually require you to be on a high level with your roster of characters.

I appreciate how it does look like a lot of things in R1999 take context from actual historical things that have happened, though unfortunately I'm not really that much of a history buff to fully get some references and appreciate it, which is a bit of a shame.

The game's soundtrack is simply chef's kiss. I admit I don't really have audio on when i play casually, but when I do have it on while playing through the story, the music really does deliver and drive in what the game wants you to really feel during scenes. The music in chapter 3's various chess scenes drive in Constantine's scheming and the buildup of dread as you see it all unfurl before your eyes. The solemnity of the music in the final scenes of chapter 2. A ping pong game being somehow incredibly intense. That one OST that plays whenever someone goes silly time. Green Lake's absolute bop of an OST can I just link it here man. R1999 composers giving y'all a big plate of your favorite food.

Anyways. I think this has like. gone on and on and I am not good with writing conclusions so. To say what I said at the very start, I think you should both games a fair chance, so I would say my verdict would be for you to try both games and see if like one or even both? Up to you.

Most of all have fun and don't give into the gacha addiction. That is all.

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[its-vannah]

The Moment I Knew | Part One | Charlie Weasley x Reader

A/N: Hey loves! Here's a new mini series starring our favorite second born Weasley! I know I haven't finished Confessions, Harry's House, or the Regulus/Sirius series, but this'll be a short one before I get back to those. Enjoy!

Pairing: Charlie Weasley x Jacob's sibling! Reader (Hogwarts Mystery)

Summary: The oldest Weasley brothers have always been a big part of your life, so much so that you're in love with Bill. But when you get the invitation that he's getting married, you start to realize your true feelings—for Charlie

Warnings: Contains major spoilers for Hogwarts Mystery (don't read if you haven't made it to year 7/plan on playing)

For as long as you can remember, the Weasley's had been a monumental part of your life. Without them, you probably wouldn't have found your brother. And if you hadn't found your brother, his disappearance would've only made the hole in your chest larger.

And for as long as you had known the Weasley's, you'd been in love with the oldest son, Bill. It had happened fast. When Rowan had suggested getting his help with the cursed ice, you figured he'd be another set of hands. But he only added to that hole in your heart.

Whether he was fawning over Emily Tyler or off in Egypt, he was never with you. Not anymore, at least. You two had once been joined at the hip, but that all changed at the end of your fifth year. The year he said goodbye to Hogwarts and hello to curebreaking.

His departure had broken your heart, but he wasn't the only Weasley you could rely on. No, there was another that was there for you through thick and through thin. While you hadn't known him nearly as long as you had known Bill, Charlie Weasley was always there. And he was one of your best friends.

After Rowan's death and Ben's betrayal, he was one of the only shoulders you could lean on. When Penny left to work on being a potions master and Andre decided to become a Quidditch designer, you felt alone. Except you had Charlie.

Until he left for Romania to work at a dragon sanctuary. When he told you the news, he had been debating it. He felt bad being so far away from his family, but you urged him to go nonetheless—no matter how much it hurt to say goodbye.

You didn't realize at the time, but watching him walk away on the train platform made you feel something new. In that moment, you didn't want to admit defeat and accept that he was leaving. You didn't want to plant your feet in the ground and force a smile on your face. No, you wanted to run after him. You wanted to go with him, not sure of what the future would hold. Watching him leave broke your heart even further. But nothing could've prepared you for an invitation to the wedding of William Weasley and Fleur Delacour.

Gripping the piece of parchment in your hand, you read it a thousand times before setting it down in front of you. You could have made up an excuse. Bring an auror, they would've understood. But you loved Bill, more than you should, and you wanted to be there for his big day. While you didn't see him as much as you wished you could, he was still one of your best friends. You had to be there, even if it broke your heart.

There was only one problem: you didn't have anyone to go with. As much as you'd rather have gone through it alone, experienced the pain of watching the man you loved get married to another woman, you knew you couldn't just go in alone. It would be far too embarrassing if Molly Weasley tried to pair you up with a random guest.

So you sat down at your wooden desk, taking out a piece of parchment and a quill. Dipping the tip into ink, you set it to the paper, letting the ink flow over it, "Dear Charlie..."

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