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my petite protégée (bau x reader/spencer x reader)

Y/N is new to the BAU and works under Garcia. she finds herself being able to see something in the case no one else does, impressing the team, including a specific doctor

this is fem!reader but i will try to make my fics more gen later. in requests btw, if you would like to, please specify what gender you would like the reader to be

genre: fluff

word countL 8.7k

trigger warnings: just regular criminal minds stuff

A/N: So, this took a different turn, a fluffier turn. Originally this was gonna be an angst fic but then I was in a cute mood so. Tell me if you guys want me to continue the Techie Reader series because I would be happy too. Also, the reader is around 20, and I’m placing Spencer at 26-27 so there is a bit of an age difference, but not too much. This is around season 3

UPDATED A/N: I wrote this in 2020 and then deleted it when I deleted my old Tumblr. But, I was really proud of this fic, so....here it is.

This system was far more complicated than what you’ve practiced with when you were at the academy, but you shouldn’t be too surprised knowing the kind of equipment that the FBI tended to use, it was all taught to you at The Academy.

“And I’ve developed all the software myself!”

In addition to the fact that the software was designed by Ms. Penelope Garcia herself.

“This is...amazing,” You gawked, eyes scanning over the array of code Garcia so gracefully decided to show you, whether it was for you to study or be in awe at. Either way, you were doing both, leaning forward in order to scan your eyes over as much of the sequences as you possibly could, although you doubt you would remember it all. You were intelligent, IQ of 159 and almost perfect grades throughout all of your schooling, but you were better with making connections and remembering numbers than memory, so even if you wanted to remember all of Garcia’s code, it was nearly impossible

“That’s right, stare in wonder!” Garcia exclaimed in a grandiose tone, to which you nodded intrinsically, the blue hue of the laptop flashing into your eyes as you scanned the computer one last time.

“I am in wonder,” You replied directly, turning around in your rolling chair to look at the extravagantly dressed woman in all of her glory. “But how long did it take you to program this?”

“A magician never reveals her secrets, Y/L/N.” Garcia replied ominously, to which you gave her a deadpan stare before bursting out into a smile and shaking your head playfully.

“You’re the boss.” You whispered back, spinning around in your chair once more so you would be facing the computers, hearing the rolling of another set of wheels as Garcia pulled up an extra chair next to you.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to someone telling me that, although it feels nice.” She giggled, smiling at me before pulling the keyboard closer to her and entering whatever information was needed in order to pull up the FBI’s security page. As you read through the page, you could see all the requested information pertained to you, and even before you could reply with the needed responses, Garcia began to type.

“Do you have a middle name?”

“Ah--”

“Oh, wait. Never mind, I know that.” She scrolled further down the page.

“Age?”

“20.”

“Oh! You’re a youngster, younger than Reid even.”

You did not recognize that name but decided to not inquire about it.

“Address?”

“3--”

“Oh wait, I know this too. It was on your introductory paper.”

You begged to wonder why she was asking you these questions in the first place if she knew most of the information, but frankly, you didn’t mind spending time with Garcia so you plainly allowed this to happen.

“Alright, all your information is in. You’re now my protege, my little bear.” You giggled at the nickname as soon as it left her mouth.

“Little bear?” You asked, raising your eyebrow amused.

“Cause you’re cute.” She replied, making you pout appreciatively at her. Yeah, you definitely did not mind spending time with Garcia.

“So, what exactly am I supposed to do as your petite protege.” You asked, smirking at her when she raised her eyebrows appreciatively at you for your french,

“Well, mon petit ours, the BAU will be calling into us multiple times for references, further research on specific dates, events, records, anything regarding the situation at hand or regarding a potential witness or unsub.”

“Unsub?” You asked, confused.

“Unidentified subject. The bad guy.”

“The bad guy.” You confirmed, signaling her to continue.

“And sometimes, multiple members will call me at once, I’ll be too popular.” She exclaimed playfully, causing you to giggle again at her antics as you nodded in understanding. “So that is where you step in, my little bear. If I am currently researching a topic or on a call with another one of our special agents and am too busy to respond, they can call you.”

“And I can research the topic as well.” You asked in an attempt to confirm your position, which Garcia affirmed with a single nod.

“Exactly. I’m going to make a copy of my system to a whole new set of monitors that they should be bringing in tomorrow. It probably would have been here today but--”

Suddenly, the door was yanked open, shining a bright light into the relatively dimly lit room, causing both you and Garcia to squint and shield yourselves from the scorching rays.

“Garcia, we have a new case.” You heard a female voice say, one that you were too preoccupied shielding your eyes from to see.

“But there is a new case,” Garcia completed, sighing in relief when the blinding ray of light shrunk away as the female voice closed the door. As soon as your eyes were safe, you were able to unfold yourself from your shielded position and look at the source of the voice and the beam of light, a beautiful, petite blond woman with her arms crossed, a manilla folder in her hand, and an amused smile being the origin of it all.

“Aww, JJ! No sudden lights in the Batcave!” Garcia whined childishly, pouting at the woman, presumably JJ, who was now approaching the two of you with an entertained look in her eyes. She shook her head at Garcia as she leaned against her chair and held the manilla folder up at Garcia’s face. The moment Garcia’s eyes landed on them, they filled with dread.

“Please tell me this is just penny thievery.”

“Serial murders.” The woman replied flatly, causing Garcia to shut her eyes in discomfort.

“That isn’t penny thievery.” Garcia groaned, taking the manilla folder in her hands before throwing you an exasperated sigh to which you sympathetically smiled at. It was at that moment that JJ finally acknowledged you properly.

“Agent Jennifer Jareau, nice to meet you.” She greeted you, taking your hand in a simple shake as you smiled at her.

“Y/N Y/L/N. Techie.” You replied jokingly, to which Agent Jareau seemed to appreciate, smiling at you in a pleased manner.

“She’s my little protege.” Garcia commented, replying in an exaggerated French accent that caused all three of you to giggle.

“How old are you, by the way? You seem young.” She asked you, scanning your face as you politely smiled at her.

“I get that a lot. Contrary to popular beliefs, I can legally drink within a year.” You replied with a small smile, to which Agent Jareau tilted her head in acknowledgment.

“Can you believe it? She’s twenty. A literal baby.” Garcia whispered to Agent Jareau, however, clearly with the intention for you to hear, causing you to roll your eyes at her comment.

“Again, can legally drink in a year. In Europ,e I can do it right now.” You retorted playfully, smiling at Agent Jareau, shyly, who simply chuckled before nodding her head towards the manilla folder in Garcia’s handande gesturing towards the door.

“Come on, we need to talk to the rest of the team.” And with that, Garcia got up and prepared to head to where the team was, you presumed, leaving you perplexed on whether you should stay put in the room or follow Garcia and Agent Jareau, not wanting to intrude in places you didn’t know if you were even invited to. However, Garcia answered that question for you rather quickly, stopping her movements in order to spin around at her heel and point at you definitively,

“You should come with.” She stated, to which you looked back at her with wide eyes and an unknowing stare, baffled to what exactly is taking place. You could see that Agent Jareau had paused and look behind her in the corner of your eye, waiting for the both of you. You gawked at Garcia once again.

“Ahh...am I allowed to?” You asked dumbly, looking between Garcia and Agent Jareau for a concrete answer. Jareau fixated her eyes on Garcia who looked at you as if you were equally the most precious and most ridiculous person alive.

“Of course, you are. But, ah, just for investigation’s sake, why don’t you just sit so that we can give you the information precisely.” Garcia stated, looking back to Jareau for confirmation, to which she nodded and smiled at.

“Sure.” Jareau simply added, waiting for both you and Garcia to catch up with her. Pushing yourself up from the chair, you adjusted your top before walking towards Garcia, who threw you a proud smile and hum as both of you caught up with Agent Jareau and headed towards the briefing room.

“We call it the Roundtable,” Garcia whispered to you as the three of you started to mount up a set of stairs, your eyes preoccupied with scanning the numerous amounts of desks and workers around you, watching in awe. Even though you strived to work here one day, called even before you fully graduated, you still could not believe that you were now part of the Bureau. All those sleepless nights where you agonizingly worried if you would ever make it, finishing reports and projects on just caffeine alone, striving to be a part of the Bureau, none of it seemed real now that you were actually there. To you, all of this was insane.

“And this is it.” You were pulled out of your internal monologue by Agent Jareau’s voice, quickly fixating your eyes on the glass door that separated you and what seemed to be a round table surrounded by various chairs, propped a few feet away from a large screen and projector. Well, at least it fits the name.

“Come on, we have to set everything up before the team comes in,” Garcia said to you, taking your forearm gently and guiding you inside the room, to which you quickly pushed open and examined your surroundings. Wow, you were actually there.

“Can you two set up the monitors while I inform the team?” You heard Agent Jareau ask, causing you to turn your head around and stare at her with wide eyes.

Holy shit you were going to meet the team.

“Yeah, gotta call everyone in so we can stare at photos of dead bodies like any other Tuesday.” Garcia chirped sarcastically, causing Agent Jareau to throw her a playful, exasperated look while you let out a faint giggle. With that, Agent Jareau left the room, leaving you and Garcia to set up the monitors.

“Alright, mon petit ours, let’s do this!” Garcia instigated with an encouraging exclamation, to which you smiled and replied to with a slightly less optimistic exclamation of your own. Garcia could have told you to be more cheerful, but you were convinced that she saw your nervousness and decided that what you gave was sufficient. “Can you start setting up the monitors while I get the photos together? I’m gonna transfer you the file so that you can upload it to the monitor from your computer.”

“Why can’t we just connect the monitor to your computer?” You question with knitted eyebrows, to which Garcia smiled.

“It’s just basic training.” She stated simply, to which you snickered.

“Doesn’t everyone know how to set up a monitor?”

“You’d be surprised.” She said with an underlying tone of exasperation, making the smile on your face grow larger. Once you connected the monitor to your computer, you opened your account and waited for Garcia’s transfer, which happened immediately after you opened the account. You looked up at her in playful shock when the little ding exclaimed from your computer. “I’ll teach you how to be fast and efficient later.” She said with a proud smirk.

At that moment, the glass doors of the room were swung open, causing you to jump slightly in shock. In walked four individuals, of them only two recognizable to you, them being Agent Jareau and SSA Aaron Hotchner. He was the one who you first spoke to when you walked into the Bureau, and although he was quite stoic and straightforward, he was nice to you. When you two made eye-contact, he gave you an acknowledging nod, and you gave him a respectful one back, smiling quickly before turning your head towards the laptop, quickly downloading the slide-show that Garcia sent to you before projecting it to the monitor. Once you had finished, you looked up and sent Garcia a nervous smile, to which she sent you an encouraging one back.

At that moment, you could feel two pairs of eyes staring at you, belonging to the other two agents you didn’t recognize, one of them being a beautiful, raven-haired woman and the other a handsome, darker-skinned man, both of them looking between you, Hotchner, and Garcia expectantly. SSA Hotchner turned to Garcia, who jumped into action, walking over to your place in front of the monitor, near the table, and placing two hands on your shoulders with a firm grasp.

“My Power-Rangers, this is Y/N Y/L/N. Our new Techie and my petite protegee!” She introduced, making you blush at the sudden attention before bowing slightly, one of which you found embarrassing because who even bows in America before straightening yourself and throwing a nervous smile to the two agents. They both gave you polite smiles, the raven-haired lady coming up to you and holding out her hand.

“Hi, Agent Emily Prentiss.” She introduced, to which you replied with a soft smile before taking her hand and giving it a shake. The male agent followed, holding out his hand as well and throwing you a comforting smile.

“Derek Morgan. Nice to meet you Y/L/N.” He said, smiling as you shook his hand with a slightly more relaxed demeanor now that introductions were essentially over. You pulled away from them and looked at each member of the team, smiling nervously before tilting your head sideways to look at Garcia, who gave your shoulders another encouraging squeeze before you spoke.

“I look forward to working with everyone.” You said politely, to which Hotchner nodded, Agent Jareau smiled, Agent Morgan gave you an amused nod, and Agent Prentiss spoke up.

“Can I ask how old you are? Sorry, you just look so young for someone to graduate from the Academy.” She questioned, looking between Garcia and you for an answer. Before Garcia could explain, you decided to interject.

“A-actually, ah, I didn’t.” You explained, fumbling slightly as you attempt to elaborate on your response. “The, ah, the BAU was looking for another Technical Analyst to help with the spike in crimes, and, ah…” As you felt your words start to lag, Garcia gracefully stepped in and finished the elaboration for you, thankfully.

“And now she works under me, haha! I am the master.” She explained in an overexaggerated tone, one that made you giggle and relax, in alliance with how Penelope’s jokes usually made you feel.

“That she is.” You agreed, pushing yourself to make a playful comment. Agent Morgan gave you a smile for that, and even that slight gesture made your tension lessen.

“Well, we can all get to know each other later. Right now, we have a case.” You heard Agent Hotchner say, and immediately, your demeanor changed, becoming serious as you nodded at him and walked over to the computer you set up near the monitor. Garcia returned to her respective laptop, pulling a chair to sit in between Agent Morgan and Agent Hotchner as Agent Jareau handed out files to each member of the team. However, you could not help but realize that there were two extra files in her hands after she finished giving each agent their file. Neither you nor Garcia needed one.

Shaking your head slightly, you decided to not dwell on the miniscule detail and focus on the case, pulling up the slideshow Garcia had sent you before reaching for the remote near your hand, handing it to Agent Jareau who thanked you politely and gestured towards the empty chair at the table, inviting for you to sit. You took the invitation, kindly, and watched as various images popped up on the monitor. What you saw, what was presented to you, the team, caused you to flinch and divert your eyes for a second, before you realized that you yourself would now have to see these images almost weekly, daily even. So, stomaching your disgust, you turned back to the monitor and laid your eyes upon the images of the bloody and brutal girls presented on the screen.

“Two days ago, 26-year-old Lina Turner was found dead in her own home in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Her face was mutilated along with her sex-organs.” You tried to suppress the gag that was coming up your throat when you looked once again at the monitor, photos emphasizing the consequences of the gruesome acts committed flashing before you before the images switched to an entirely new woman, this one with red-hair and of short stature, contrasting the previous woman presented on the screen, who was a slender, yet tall brunette.

“Only thing consistent with the victimology is the fact that they’re females.” You heard Agent Morgan state, his eyes fixating on the two photos of the woman now displaying next to each other on the screen.

“Well, considering the fact that they’re both females and their sex-organs were mutilated,” Emily shook her head in empathy and disgust. “the unsub could be male?”

Your head tilted down as you reminded yourself what the term meant, mouthing ‘unidentified subject’ to yourself before turning and looking back up to the other agents. For a split second, you saw Agent Jareau smile at you endearingly before returning to the table.

“The women were also objectively attractive and fit, coupling that with the mutilation to their genitals, we could most likely have a sexual sadist on our hands.” Agent Hotchner said as he read through the files.

“Well, nonetheless, Philly PD wants us there as soon as possible.” Agent Jareau informed, to which Agent Hotchner closed his case files and stood up from his seat, nodding to Agent Jareau who turned off the monitor and handed me the remote with a quiet thank you. “Wheel’s up in 20.”

“Where are Reid and Rossi?” Agent Prentiss asked, causing your ears to quirk up and your eyes to land on her in confusion before glancing back at Garcia, who acknowledged your confusion with a smile.

“At the Academy. They’re giving a lecture.” Agent Hotchner informed, pushing the leather through the latches of his satchel before heading towards the door.

“Oh boy, Reid trying to talk to a group of young adults, that’s gotta be fun.” Agent Prentiss joked, snickering at Agent Jareau, Agent Morgan, and Garcia who all seemed to share the same opinion and knowledge on a subject you were completely oblivious to.

“At least he’s got Rossi,” Agent Jareau sighed, cradling her files in her hand before catching up with Agent Prentiss.

“Hey, Y/L/N, shouldn’t you be in class now too?” Agent Derek said as he turned towards you, a playful smile on his lips that you internally, greatly appreciated, but externally, you still donned a look of surprise.

“Ah, yeah.” Confidence, Y/N, confidence. “Should probably tell my professor I won’t be able to finish my programming project by tomorrow.” You joked, earing various laughs, chuckles, and snickers from the present agents in the room, causing you to feel accomplished.

“Hope he’s not angry,” Morgan added, leaning against the door.

“Ah, he might be, but I’ll just hack into his computer and delete all his files.”

“You can do that?” Agent Prentiss asked, slightly alarmed. “Those are files secured by the bureau.”

You grinned leisurely and shrugged your shoulders. “It wasn’t too hard.”

“Wasn’t?” Agent Prentiss gawked.

“Uh oh, with her you two are double trouble, mama.” Derek exhaled, to whom you assumed to be Garcia, who let out a chuckle before walking over to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder, which you easily relaxed into, feeling quite comfortable with her now, already.

“Apparently all you have to do to get a government job is hack into the government,” Garcia added, leaning her head against your shoulder, causing you to giggle.

“What a simple task.” You replied, sarcastically, causing Agent Prentiss to shake her head in disbelief before smiling at you.

“Oh, I like her.” She commented before pushing open the doors and heading down towards her desk, Agent Jareau laughing at the whole interaction before catching up with the dark-haired agent.

Agent Morgan looked between you two, pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek before letting out a quiet chuckle in content. “You two are gonna completely destroy the office,” he said before pushing open the door with his shoulder and turning outward. “See ya later, Baby Girl. See you later, Pretty Protegee!” He called as he walked down the hall and towards the stairs, leaving Garcia smiling and you with a slight blush on your cheeks, a grin plastered over your face as well.

“Pretty Protegee?” You asked, turning towards Garcia with a wide smile.

“Ah, he does that with a lot of people. Although, I will admit—well, gloat,” You snickered at this. “That I have the most nicknames. But yeah, he does that a lot. Its one of his endearing qualities.” She explained, causing you to nod in understanding.

“They’re really nice,” You commented, before remembering something that irked you earlier. “Who are Rossi and Reid, by the way? There names were mentioned before and Agent Jareau had extra files in her hand so, I assume they were for them.”

“Ah!” Garcia exclaimed, wrapping her arm around your bicep as she placed her computer under her arm and started to lead you towards the door, your laptop and file already in your hands. Rossi is this, like, super-rich author who was actually one of the original starters of the BAU. He kind of retired to work on his books, which are like uber-famous, by the way, but came back not too long ago.” You pouted in acknowledgement as she fed you the information, walking across the catwalk with her and towards the elevator. “And Reid—he likes to be called Doctor Reid, by the way.”

“Is he a Doctor?” You inquired, pressing the elevator button corresponding with your floor.

“He has like, 3 PhD’s and can read a bazillion words per minute. He’s super smart, like Einstein smart.” She ranted, her hands moving animatedly as she spoke.

“Einstein discovered the theory of relativity, Garcia.”

“Well, Spencer has an IQ of 187!”

That shocked you, the piece of information donning on you as you both ascended to your chosen floor, your mind trying to rap around the thought.

“Jesus Christ…” You gawked, looking at Garcia with wide eyes.

“Yeah, he’s an actual genius.” Garcia cemented, wide eyes mimicking yours in empathy. You shook your head in disbelief before the doors of the elevator opened, allowing the two of you to step out and head towards Garcia’s lair.

“How old is he? You said he was young.” You asked, opening the door for her, which you thanked you kindly for before walking in.

“Twenty-six.”

“You’re kidding…” You whispered, eyes wrapping around the idea of working with a genius. Of course, everyone in the bureau was intelligent, but people easily get wrapped around by numbers, and you were quite enamored.

“Yeah,” Garcia said, waking up her computers before taking a seat in her comfy chair, and you had followed close after.

“Hmm, does Morgan have a nickname for him as well? Young genius? Einstein?” You asked, opening the case file as you started your laptop back up.

“Yeah, it’s Pretty Boy.” She said with a chuckle, causing your head to spin around in interest.

“Pretty Boy?”

“Cause he’s pretty!” Garcia giggled, spinning towards you in her chair, her fingers fiddling with the fluffy end of the pencil that she decided to pick up.

“He’s pretty?” You inquired, raising an eyebrow before turning back towards your laptop, which still had Garcia’s presentation displayed on it. You quickly exited the screen, shivering in disgust at the memory of the photos.

“Yeah…” There was a slight quirk in her voice that did not settle with you well.

“…Garcia.”

“Why are you so fixated on the fact that he’s pretty?”

“I’m not, Garcia I don’t even know him!” You defended, although you don’t know why you were defending yourself at all, but the slightly upbeat in Garcia’s voice pushed you to explain yourself as if you were caught doing something wrong.

“But the fact that he is pretty interests you.”

“Garcia, again, I don’t know him.

“I think you’d like him, my petite protegee. He likes Star Trek and reading and a whole lotta sugar in his coffee.” She giggled, turning back to her monitor, causing you to stare at her in defense as your mouth moved and contorted to spit out explanations and excuses that never came. Instead, you decided to sigh defeated, slumping in your chair before you loaded your file up to the presentation you desperately hated by knew you needed to look at, quickly skipping towards the ID photos of the two victims before you opened up your case file.

A beat of silence went by.

Screw yourself for being inquired by this guy.

“…so, he’s a nerd?”

Another excruciating beat went by.

“Yeah, he is.” A pause. “Are you into nerds, Y/N?”

You do not know how this escalated so fast, but god do you wish you could turn it back.

* * *

“Your magic oracle is here to serve you, oh wise one.” Garcia said as she picked up the phone, causing you to burst out into laughter behind her, earning a playful glance before she turned back around towards the phone. “Ignore my petite protegee, she has lost all her magical senses. Whatcha need?”

You heard a faint question of ‘petite protégée?’’ from the other end of the phone, and as much as you wanted to stop yourself, you could not help but wonder, Reid? However, logically, the voice sounded too old to be Reid, and by process of elimination, assuming that it’s not a Philly officer due to how the voice seemed genuinely confused by your presence, you concluded that it was Agent Rossi. Though, you cursed yourself for allowing even the thought of Reid to slip through your mind.

“Baby girl, can you look up to see if any of the victims recently had a plumber or any kind of manual worker come to visit them recently?” You heard Morgan on the line ask, and even before you could glance at her, Garcia had started to search away, which at this point you should expect.

However, what you did not expect, was for the other desk phone to ring.

Quickly, you looked at Garcia for guidance, who paused her furious typing to stare at you in expectance, encouragingly nodding at you to pick it up. You pushed yourself off your chair to reach for the phone, bringing it up to your ear in preparation.

“Hel—”

“Garcia can you check to see if the victims all went to the same school?”

The sudden question surprised you, causing you to become speechless as your nervous mind attempted to connect with your mouth and form concrete setences.

“Ah…”

“Garcia?”

“Ah…I’m not Garcia.”

“You’re not?”

Process of elimination.

“No, I’m her new assistant.”

“Oh.”

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Spencer Reid.”

“So, I’ve heard.”

“Y-you’ve heard about me?”

Your nerves released themselves via soft chuckle as you awoke your laptop from sleep mode.

“Garcia told me a lot about you.”

“What did she say?”

‘Reid.’ It was faint, quiet, but it definitely came from Agent Hotchner, the firmness indicating for Reid to be punctual and to not become distracted by whatever you two were doing. It seemed like the two of your snapped out of your weird trance simultaneously, your fingers hovering over your keyboard and phone placed on speaker as soon as Reid started to talk.

“R-right! Sorry. Y/L/N, can you see if the three victims went to the same high school?”

At this point, you could barely feel the keys on your keyboard as your fingers aggressively typed away, pulling up various records of the victims before key-searching on education and diplomas.

“Same high school.” You concluded, surprised by the connection.

“That’s what I thought.” You heard Reid whisper on the other line, but you were certain that it was more towards himself than you. “Thank you, Y/L/N.”

“No problem, Reid.”

Then the line suddenly cut, and you were left in slight dazzlement at the little interaction you got with Doctor Spencer Reid, the man whose voice was too soft and adorable to be true.

You turned agonizingly slow in your chair back towards Garcia’s direction, dread evident through your body as your eyes fell upon her plotting grin, her smirk putting the Chesire-cat to shame.

“….what?”

“What was that little thing you two had in the beginning?”

You let out a groan in dramatic agony.

“Garcia! I barely know him!”

“But you seem smitten.” Her last word was too punctuated for you to be comfortable, so you threw her a sharp glare before turning back towards your laptop and pulling up your programming exam.

“Oh, you are not going to ignore me!” She exclaimed behind you in offense, to which you have an exaggerated shrug of your shoulders.

“I’m sorry, Garcia, but I have important matters to attend.”

“Oh, this is not over, missy.” She let out an offended gasp, and you bit your inner cheek to inhibit yourself from letting out a chuckle as you loaded up your Java program.

* * *

“Your oracle is ready for you, sir.” You heard Garcia say into the phone, your seat rolled up next to her as you both leaned in towards the device, the entire BAU team compiled on the other end.

“We looked through various records and backgrounds, but no one seems to fit the profile.” You heard Agent Hotchner explain from the other end, Garcia immediately pulling up the information you two have collected on the victims and previous suspects so far. Still, it seemed as if the team has got gotten anything conclusive, and since the last time you called, apparently, another body was discovered in a hotel room, more brutally mutilated than the others.

‘He’s evolving.’ You remembered Doctor Spencer Reid say in a previous phone call, only meaning that the situation was getting worse and the team was running out of time.

“Okay, let’s get over what we know so far,” You heard Agent Morgan start, speaking to both the team and the two of you present in the computer lab. “This unsub is efficient and quick,”

“He sexually assaults the victims, humiliates them,” Agent Prentiss added, disgust and fatigue evident in her voice.

Wait.

“Mutilates their bodies and their faces, so he has something against their looks” Agent Jareau voice emulated from the speaker.

Why is it…

“All the victims are from the same college, so the unsub is connected to them in that means. Former student or staff member?” Reid threw, voice questioning.

Why can’t it be…

“These girls were all pretty and popular, maybe he was upset that they made fun of him, or never dated him?” Rossi tried, hoping to find something, anything to add to the case.

Hold on.

“Why do you keep saying that the unsub is a ‘he’?” You interrupted, much to the surprise of Garcia, who looked at you, taken aback, and to the silence of the team, which you interpreted as surprise as well.

“…what do you mean, Y/L/N?” You heard Hotch ask through the phone, causing you to become flustered by your outburst, voice wavering slightly as you attempted to justify yourself.

“I-It’s just—” You felt Garcia’s hand squeeze your shoulder, helping ground you, and you took a soft breath before speaking. “You guys kept talking about how the unsub was neat and efficient. You said it was most likely a sneak attack, right?”

“Right, but the preference in females and in relationship with their sex organs—”

“Lesbians exist, Prentiss.” You interrupt, causing both you and her to chuckle slightly before continuing. “But, it doesn’t have to be sexual.”

“You think it might be revenge?” You heard Agent Rossi ask, and before you responded, you pushed yourself away from Garcia’s desk towards your laptop, opening up your closed device and pressing on the various files that you researched during the case.

“So, I got bored when you guys didn’t call us,” You heard Agent Morgan let out a chuckle. “And I started looking into the victim’s high school backgrounds since Doctor Reid mentioned the fact that they all went to the same school.”

“You can just call me Reid.” You heard him tentatively say from the phone, and you forced yourself not to react to Garcia’s smirk before continuing.

“Okay, since Reid mentioned the fact that they all went to the same school. These girls were the queen bees of the school, the Heathers, the Regina Georges.”

“The what?” It was Reid again, and you could not help but let out a giggle at his confusion.

“We’ll discuss that later, Doc. But they were the meanest girls you could think of, and I wouldn’t be surprised if someone wanted revenge. You said it might be a boy, but what if it was a girl? Girls, especially high school girls, can be vicious to other high school girls. Maybe one of them snapped.” You explained, displaying your findings to Garcia who scanned them impressed, rubbing your shoulder in pride.

“If they did snap, it would be recent.” You heard Agent Hotchner state quickly before continuing. “Garcia, can you look up any girls from that school who had mental problems during their time in high school, had any psychotic disorders after they graduated, or had any interaction ever with any psych facilities.”

You heard the furious clicking of keys before they came to a sudden halt.

“This is quite a list for such a small school.” Garcia said breathlessly, causing you to shrug.

“Not all of them were bad, some of them might just give anxiety.” You reasoned, to which she smiled softly.

“The unsub, even if brutal, was neat, almost professionally neat. They also would need the specific tools and information to correctly damage and mutilate their sex organs. Baby girl, look up doctors, nurses, med students—”

“Focus on med-students. The victims were 26 and taking in the change that the unsub is also, they probably would still be in med school.” Reid specific, causing Garcia to open her key-searcher and specific the search even more.

“Ahh, geez, I got three names.” She replied, to which you scrunched your eyebrows in shock and disgust.

“How?” You exclaimed softly, to which she shrugged before turning back towards her keyboard.

“The unsub knows the area well to dump the bodies in secluded yet well-visited sites, so search locals, people who were born here, raised here, and stayed here.” Agent Jareau finalized, and in a sudden halt, one name and picture centered at the screen.

“Rebecca Malwizer. Twenty-five. 3356 Walnut Drive.”

“Let’s move.” You heard Agent Hotchner command before the phone was picked up and his voice was heard sharply. “Good work, Y/L/N.” Suddenly, the line was cut, and the bat cave was filled with silence.

Until Garcia enveloped you in a bone-crushing hug and spurted various praises and exclamations to you.

“Ahhh! I have the smartest protegee in all of existence, that was so good!” She gushed, rocking you two back and forth as you laughed at her antics, your hands grasping onto her forearms as you two swayed, chuckling softly at her.

“I learned from the best.” You replied, enjoying the wonderful warmth that was Penelope Garcia.

“Aww, well I can assure you that Doctor Spencer Reid loves smart women like you.”

“Aaaand, you ruined it.” You replied flatly, rejecting her once comforting hug and making attempts to escape them, which she did not allow, only pulling you tighter into her mother-bear embrace.

* * *

“They should be coming any moment!” Garcia exclaimed, jitterily walking towards the elevator with you dragging your feet behind her, smiling softly as you hugged a soft, pink blanket around you,courtesy of Garcia herself.

“They’re probably tired,” You said behind her, catching up to the excited blond with a sigh, leaning against the desk you found yourself near, the entrance to the floor only a few feet away from you. The BAU had been gone for three days now, each day requiring the team to work for countless hours without sleep, meaning neither you nor Garcia got to sleep either. You mentally cursed at the bribing you would have to do with the professor before remembering that you now worked under the Behavioral Analysis Unit and could ask the department to help you be excused.

“Which is why we need to help cheer them up!” She countered, sending you a wide yet strained smile, forcing you to shut up and bend to her will, chuckling to yourself as you cuddled into the blanket, closing your eyes just for a moment as you waited for the team to arrive.

Not even a minute later, the doors creaked open.

“Hello! Hi! Welcome everyone! Hello!” Your head jutted upwards when you heard Garcia exclaim, body jolting straight so you could face the team in front of you.

Agent Prentiss, Morgan, and Jareau all laughed at Garcia’s greeting, with Agent Hotchner giving her a firm nod, acknowledging her before his attention turned to you,

“That was good deduction, Y/L/N.” He addressed to you, giving you a slight grin that filled your whole body with pride, even if all you could return was a tired smile.

“Thank you, Agent Hotchner.” You said, voice as professional as you could make it in your exhausted state.

“Call me Hotch. No one on the team calls me Hotchner,” He said before gracing you with a full smile, which only made you feel more accomplished.

“Okay, sir.” You replied, glancing slightly to see Prentiss, Morgan, Jareau, and Garcia all smiling at me as well.

“Oh, on that note, call me JJ. That’s what everyone calls me here.” She said, tilting towards you,

“Will do.” You replied, nodding.

“So, you’re the new technical analyst.” The source of the voice was an older gentleman with dark hair and a slight beard, his face appearing as if it had seen the worst that the world had to offer, while at the same time the owner of seventeen yachts. “Y/L/N?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Y/N Y/L/N, sir. You’re Agent David Rossi?” You asked, feeling nervous again at the presence of one of the agents, especially one who apparently was world-renowned.

“I am,” He affirmed, holding out his hand to shake, which you took instantly. “So, tell me, what did these knuckle-heads tell you about me?” he teased, earning a chuckle from you, pulling your hand away from him to tug on the blanket that was slipping from your shoulders. You wanted to be polite, but you were cold.

“All good things, I can assure you.” You smiled, looking over to Garcia out of habit. However, when you did, you saw a slight twinkle in her eyes, snarky and maniacal, in the most well-intended, Garcia fashion possible. You decided to follow where she was staring, and as soon as you did, your eyes landed on her intended receiver.

Oh.

“H-hello.”

Oh fuck, he was adorable.

“H-hi.” You could physically feel Garcia radiating from where you were.

“I’m, uh, Doctor Spencer Reid.” He said, adorned with a soft, half smile and a quick wave of his hand.

Ohhhh, Garcia was never going to let this go.

“But you told me to call you Reid, right?” you said, smiling at him softly. He looked stunned for a second, his mouth slightly agape and his eyes wide. He gave you a dazed nod, to which you didn’t know if you wanted to smirk at or blush, so, you decided to do both, looking at your feet timidly.

“Y-yeah. I did.” He finally chirped, his voice a tad higher pitched than it was before, for reasons that you were too red to consider.

“Well then,” Oh you did not like the airiness in Morgan’s voice either. “It looks like everyone knows everyone.”

“Well, we can get to know each other more later. Right now, we all need some rest. All of you have the weekend off.” You heard Hotch announce, followed by various sighs of relief and pure pleasure—that’s the most accurate way you could describe it—by the other members of the team, causing everyone to head to their desks tiredly.

You felt Garcia’s arm wrap around your bicep before she laid her head against your shoulder.

“Please drag me back to the bat cave so I can get my stuff.” She mumbled, cuddling into you, to which you giggled and rested your head on top of her hair.

“Come on, Garcia.” You said, affectionately, maneuvering yourself around so both of you could go back to the tech lab and grab all your supplies.

As you did, however, you quickly locked eyes with Reid, to which both of you gave each other a soft and timid smile before continuing your courses of action.

* * *

“Hey! Y/L/N!” You heard your name be called right as the elevator door was about to close, causing you to glance up in surprise. When your eyes locked with the warm brown ones of a certain doctor, your hand instantly reached for the elevator buttons and you pushed for the doors to open again.

“Thanks,” Spencer whispered softly as he got in, standing next to you in the elevator and waiting for the doors to close.

“No problem, Reid.” You replied, giving him a polite smile as the doors finally shut, and both of you started to descend downward. The both of you were silent initially, and at that moment, you quickly glanced over at the man, taking in his purple cardigan, the brown sweater-vest peaking from under it, as well as the sleeves of his white undershirt, and his leather satchel, which he held onto the strap of with two hands. With the addition of his converse, mismatched socks, one pumpkin themed while the other one contained math equations, and his floppy brown hair, the only thing that radiated from the man next to you was warmth, a warmth that competed with the pink blanket that was wrapped around your shoulders.

Oh, right, you still had that one.

“Is that Garcia’s?” Reid asked, referring to the suspected object.

You gave him a curt nod in affirmation. “Indeed, it is. I should probably give it back to her but its too warm.” You joked, causing both of you to giggle slightly, the young doctor giving you a soft smile that made your heart tighten.

Oh wow, he was adorable.

“You, ah, what you did during the case, that was really cool.” He complimented, looking up at you with appreciation and earnestness.

“Thanks, Reid. But I’m sure you have those breakthroughs all the time, being a genius and all.” You complimented, causing him to shake his head and smile.

“It was still impressive.”

“I appreciate that, Reid.” You thanked, looking at him softly, and keeping your gaze on him, your mouth slightly ajar in thought, to which he waited patiently for. Suddenly, your expression broke, and you decide to ask him now, or never, because what the heck?

“So…you like Star Trek?”

You have never seen a twenty-six-year-old’s eyes widen so fast.

“Do you like it too?” he exclaimed, voice loud and excited, causing you to giggle loudly.

“I prefer Star Wars, but—”

“What?! Why?” The way that he looked so wounded and sounded so devastated almost made your heart break if it was not for the current subject matter, which you were very passionate.

“Because Star Wars is superior!” You exclaimed, causing Reid to audibly gasp in offense.

“I couldn’t disagree with you more.”

“I am so sad that you believe that Star Trek is better than Star Wars, Reid. Truly, that is a great tragedy.” You replied in faux sympathy, causing him to scoff playfully before turning back to you. By this time, the elevator had reached your destination, but both of you were too engrossed in your conversation to care, walking off together into the parking lot.

Both of you continued to argue about which film series was better, animated, and passionate until you reached your car, to which you leaned against before turning back to the young doctor.

“Okay, fine. But answer me this: Sherlock or Doctor Who?” You looked at him challengingly, watching as the man paused his movements to ponder, expression frozen as he tracked through his mind to find his answer.

“Doctor Who.” You wanted to let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh, thank god. For a second, I thought I would have to murder you, Doctor Reid.” You joke, causing him to smile at you broadly before laughing himself, making your insides to fill up with warmth like they previously did, smiling dopily as your rested your head against the window.

“I like Sherlock, but the tenth doctor is just—”

“David Tennant is a gift from God, I completely agree.” You said, smiling widely at him. For some reason, this caused a pause in your conversation, one that was not odd, but almost relaxing, natural. You were honestly taken aback by how comfortable and easy the conversation between you and Reid was, and you had a hunch that he felt the same.

“Ah, it’s getting late. You should probably get home.” He said, causing you to raise an eyebrow.

“I should get home?” You inquire, causing his eyes to widen and his demeanor to change.

“I-I don’t mean that in, ah, a demanding way, its just ah,” He was fumbling for a response, and you didn’t know if you should relieve him of his anxieties or let him continue out of amusement. “I-I’m sure you’re capable of taking care of yourself—”

“I’m sure that I am too.” You hummed, only causing him to spur further into his defense.

“I—Just, it’s late and unsubs are out at this time and—”

Of course, he still called them unsubs, even off the job.

“Relax, Reid. I get what you were trying to say.” You interrupted, your eyes softening as his body visibly relaxed, head drooping slightly as he looked down at his shoes, giving you a shy smile when he lifted it up once again. You returned him one equally as shy. “But thank you for looking out for me.”

“Ah, no problem…”

Then, you two just looked at each other, eyes soft and demeanors gentle, the quaint and quiet atmosphere that the nearly empty parking lot surrounding you in a serenity that made the situation more intense, but…warm.

Maybe warm was the best way to describe Doctor Spencer Reid.

“I should, ah…” You interrupted softly, breaking the quiet atmosphere that encompassed the two of you, to what seemed like Reid’s disappointment. But you didn’t want to read too much into things. “I should get going.”

“R-right.” He affirmed, nodding towards your car before looking behind him “I should get going too, enjoy the weekend before Hotch calls us in again for a sudden case.”

“Oh, god, does he?” You groaned and looked at him defeated.

“You sadly cannot control when a psychopath will attack”

“Those damn psychopaths.” You murmured jokingly, causing Reid to laugh. You let out another giggle before reaching over and unlocking your car door, throwing your bad into the backseat before turning to Reid once more, holding your blanket closed with one hand before extending the other out to him. “Well, goodnight, Reid.” You said, waiting for him to shake your hand in affirmation.

When he stared at your hand for more than a couple seconds, you could not stop yourself from being confused, scrunching your eyebrows at the young doctor.

“Reid?” You asked, looking up at him.

Suddenly, his head snapped back at you, then glanced back down at your hand, before unwrapping his hand from where it was on his satchel strap and taking yours, holding your hand gently as you shook.

“G-goodnight, Y/L/N.” He said softly, smiling at you timidly. After a few seconds, he stopped shaking your hand, and to your shock—and secret pleasure—he held on for a few more seconds, before letting go and quicklyreturning his hand back to his satchel strap, awkwardly rocking on his feet. “I-I’ll see you Monday.”

“I’ll see you Monday.” You confirmed, looking up at him.

Neither of you made an attempt to move.

“Hey, Reid?” You asked, slightly dazed at the continuous contact.

“Y-yeah?” He replied, seemingly as entranced as you were.

Whatever the hell was happening, you didn’t want to stop. But you had to go home. Your professor might kill you for not turning in your programming assignment on time.

“I really gotta go.” You giggled out, causing the boy to almost jump out of contact with you, pulling back his hand and wrapping it around his satchel strap. You smile at the flustered expression on his face, one that you are sure matches yours.

“R-right. Sorry…” He trailed, but you instantly shook your head.

“Don’t be. It’s just...I got this programming assignment, and my professor would kill me if I don’t turn it in on time.” You explained,

“Oh! I’ve programmed once. I programmed on Java and even was able to create a program where—”

“Reid?”

“Hm?”

“I gotta go.”

“Right!” He exclaimed, blushing ever so darker at his own antics.

This, however, got you thinking.

“How about you continue your thought Saturday night, at my house.” You offered, and for a moment, Reid didn’t respond, choosing to stare at you stunned. He started at you long enough for you to regret your question, considering it a mistake, before he answered.

“Y-yeah! Sure!” He finally replied, his face sporting a wide smile that immediately allowed you to relax.

“Sure?”

“Sure.”

“Okay, umm, I’ll text you the address?” You offered, to which he looked at you awkwardly.

“I, uh, don’t text often.”

“But you text on the case?” You asked, puzzled.

“Yeah, but I don’t bring my case phone home.” You explained, to which you let out a soft breath, expecting nothing else from the doctor, with the minimal knowledge you had of him.

You hoped that the knowledge grew.

“Then…your home number? I’ll call you to tell you.” You offered.

“Can’t you just tell me now?” He questioned with a raised eyebrow, to which you shrugged nonchalantly.

“Yeah, but this is more fun.” You giggled, and he smiled in response.

Quickly, you pulled on your backpack so you could unzip the small compartment, pulling out a sharpie before turning around and holding it out for him, as well as extending your wrist.

He ogled the two offerings in confusion.

‘Your number, Reid.”

“Oh!”

Quickly, he grabbed the sharpie, and with a gentle hold your wrist, one that caused butterflies to flutter in your stomach, he quickly jotted down his number. Once completed, he let go on your wrist and gave you back your sharpie.

“So, ah, Saturday?” he asked, to which you confirmed with a nod.

“Saturday. Then I can show you how much better Star Wars is than Star Trek.”

“Oh, I beg to differ.” You retorted playfully, causing you to laugh.

“Okay, okay, or we can watch Doctor Who?” You asked instead, to which he gave you a satisfied nod. “Cool…” You turned back to your car, knowing now that you have to leave, or your professor will murder you. “See you Saturday, Reid;”

“See you Saturday, Y/L/N.”

You could not help your heart from fluttering when you saw Reid stand in the parking lot and watch to make sure you left safely.

You also could not help the soft smile you sported once you got home and when you saw Garcia’s text, exclaiming about how she saw you and Reid, and demanded you tell her the details.

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The Balcony Extra I

You can read the rest here: The Balcony

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This is the last update from the last round of voting. I'll have a new round of voting posted soon. I have some really fun ideas for the next set :)

Warnings: vomit/sick (it's not described, more so mentioned. But just to be sure.) I promise it's really not going to continue to be a theme with my writing. I just didn't know what to do with them tbh. I hope you enjoy--particularly this sweet anon who thought about them two years after I first wrote about them 😭💕

It was overwhelming and Harry swallowed watching as she mopped up his mess. He wanted to scoop her up and put tuck her into bed like the day he burst into the very apartment they were in now protecting her from her ex.

The balcony was still their favorite spot. Now that Harry had moved into her apartment officially, they only had one. There was something about having two, the will-they-won’t-they kind of vibe. When they shared Chinese food across the slatted posts or when she straddled the rail to get back into her place when Harry got home late. There were so many pieces that felt like they were missing now that they only had one. They put plants on tall tables (even a small lemon tree) to make a wall for their new neighbors.

They were squished when they were out there, two little seats and their space heater along with all the plants made for very little room. It was cozy and they loved it, but it was different. Working from home was different. Everything was different. Good. Perfect, even. But different.

It had been three years of their routines and schedules. Interrupted by weekend getaways, work trips, girl’s nights out, and family holidays. The sex was incredible as that very first time. She still did chores in an oversized shirt that barely covered her underwear. So, chores took twice as long when Harry noticed because he reminisced and thought back to the days when he was falling for her from afar (even if afar was just one little half wall between them).

Harry returned from the office and found her laptop open on the island while she continued cooking. She had been fighting a stomach bug, so it was good to see her cooking. Soup by the looks of it. Something so as not to upset her further.

“Hey kitten,” he called gently putting his keys on the table by the door and slipping his shoes off.

“Hi, Harry,” she sounded so sweet, so smiley. It was his favorite way to be greeted. “Sorry, guys, it’s dinner time,” she told her laptop. Harry blushed, feeling bad he interrupted her call unbeknownst to him and that he called her kitten in front of her students. “Check out the notes on Blackboard.”

Sorry! He mouthed.

She shook her head easily with a smile. She said her final goodbyes to the people on screen. Once her laptop was shut, he felt relief that he could freely chat with her. “I had extra office hours because I’ve been sick and out for the count,” she explained and turned back to the stove. “I told them I had to make something to eat at the same time or I would die so they also got my cooking show in addition to math help.”

Harry looked at the face of their fridge with a dry erase marker filling the silvery complexion with complicated equations that he didn’t understand. He snorted and she smiled shyly. “Sorry, I’ll clean it.”

“Don’t,” he shook his head. “S’cute,” he assured her. It was. The way her brain worked, even thinking to draw on the fridge was adorable. It was so cute Harry wanted nothing more than to frame the door of the appliance and put it in the living room. He put his lunch Tupperware in the sink and turned back to her stirring the soup. “Y’okay?” He asked.

“Yup, only threw up once since this morning,” she sighed and shook her head. “I hope you don’t get sick.”

Harry didn’t even feel an inkling of feeling unwell. They had eaten the same foods for the last few days, so food poisoning didn’t seem suspicious either. “I think I’ll be alright,” he cupped her face and pressed his lips on her forehead. She didn’t feel warm or clammy. “Y’feel cool,” he murmured turning to the fridge and filled his water bottle from the spout.

She shook her head returning to stir the soothing mixture on the stove. “It’s so weird. I don’t feel sick until I’m actively sick, you know?” She shrugged. “Oh, well.”

It was hard to believe that two heavily educated people didn’t figure it out sooner. But the moment it popped into his head Harry gasped. He dropped his bottle, and the ice and water covered his socked feet. “Shit,” he whispered.

“I got it!” She hurried to the closet with their cleaning supplies. Harry picked up the ice cubes and tossed them into the sink. When she returned with the mop, Harry was staring at her. Like he had never seen her before. It wasn’t earthshattering for her. This moment. The moment he realized. It didn’t matter. He would have it for himself. This perfect, beautiful girl that he was so lucky to know...

So lucky to live with and be with and to have her worry about him.

He tried to refill the bottle, but he nearly overfilled it again, his hand getting wet. “You sure you’re not getting sick?” She asked dragging the mop over his feet playfully at the second, minor spill. He shook his head, swallowed.

“No, sorry. Distracted.”

“I got dinner covered, you can go lounge if you want,” she smiled sweetly. “I was laying down most of the day. I feel like a bum. I was thinking about going to the gym after I eat just to feel productive.”

Harry shook his head. He didn’t want her lifting anything, didn’t want her running on the treadmill, or stepping on the stepper. “Y’don’t need to, kitten. M’jus...” he trailed off. He didn’t know if he was right, it was an assumption. “Jus’ a little tired. But y’should sit,” he suggested. “Y’don’t feel well.”

She shrugged. “I feel alright now. I feel lazy.” Harry didn’t want to tell her that growing another human inside her was the least lazy thing she could do. As far as he was concerned, she could do nothing for the next nine months. His eyes dropped to her stomach briefly, like it would suddenly round with the baby he suspected was forming. She didn’t notice.

He was adamant. “Y’not lazy,” he assured her. “Why don’t—”

“Here taste this,” she held a spoonful of the soup out. “Does it need more salt?” She asked. With his gaze locked on her eyes, he let her feed him.

“S’good,” he promised.

She tilted her head at him. Her eyebrows pinching together. “You sure you’re okay?” She repeated.

He nodded. Trying to remember everything about the moment. She didn’t know, he did. It was surreal. There was going to be a little one that looked like him, looked like her. They were going to be parents and she didn’t even know. “M’okay.”

She shrugged and grabbed two bowls out of the cabinet and then returned the broom to the closet. Harry grabbed the edges of the island counter and took a deep breath. They would have to abandon the apartment. The balcony. It was going to be hard, but it would be so worth it.

How did she not know?

When she returned, she ladled soup into the bowls and handed Harry his before she situated herself on the stool behind the sink. “Do we have any plans this weekend?”

Making a baby registry? Telling his mum? Finding a house and decorating a nursery? “Nothing comes t’mind, kitten,” he murmured sitting beside her.

“Louis was wondering. He wants to go out and drink or something.”

“Uh...” he swallowed. “M’not really in a drinking mood.”

“You’re not in a drinking mood?” She repeated. “You know you’re not going to be in a drinking mood three days from now?” She asked. “Harry,” she rolled her eyes. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

He took a deep breath and turned to her. “Do y’think y’might be pregnant?” He asked.

She dropped her spoon back into her soup and spun to face him as well. Their knees bumped together. “Am I what?”

“Well...y’don’t feel well. But only when y’actively don’t feel well. Then...I don’t remember y’having bad cramps since June,” he reminded her. It was over two months ago. “I don’t feel sick,” he told her.

He watched her pretty face and now wild eyes process all Harry’s logical assumptions. She jumped from the stool and ran to the bathroom slamming the door shut. He followed her immediately. Knocked gently. “Kitten?” He asked nervously. “Are y’okay?”

She didn’t answer.

“Kitten?” He repeated knocking again. He hadn’t anticipated a negative reaction. She wanted kids. They both did. They talked about it many times over. “Baby?” He hummed. “Can y’tell me if y’okay? Need something?”

“I just...” she sounded scared. “I just need a minute.”

“Okay, okay,” he nodded; nerves made sense. “Are you alright?”

She didn’t respond for a moment. “I don’t know.”

“Can you open the door?” His voice started to hitch, worry plaguing him immediately. Poor thing.

“I’m peeing on a stick, Harry. Please just...” she sighed. Frustration was heavy in her tone. He was surprised she already had a pregnancy test there. He would have to ask about that later.

“Kitten,” he gently tried the door, but it was locked. “What’s—”

“Harry, I just need a minute!”

He stepped back from the door and leaned against the opposite wall. He crossed his arms over his chest and waited silently. He heard her sigh repeatedly. The shuffle of her perhaps pacing the small bathroom floor. The sound of the toilet flushing. More moments that he would memorize for eternity.

The three minutes felt like hours. He wanted to see her, wanted to know what was wrong. A timer went off from inside the bathroom. He pushed off the wall and she opened the door holding the plastic stick out to him. “I can’t look.”

“Kitten,” he frowned grabbing it from her and sticking it in his pants pocket without looking. “What’s wrong?” Harry was still in his suit pants. No jacket. The sleeves rolled to his elbows. He was so pretty. It was unfair. She kept her eyes at his feet. Still damp from his water spill.

“You have to look,” she whispered.

“I will, but y’have t’tell me what’s wrong, kitten. Y’making me nervous.”

“We’d have to move,” tears welled in her eyes.

“So?”

“So?” She sniffed. “This is where we fell in love. It’s where we had sex for the first time. That balcony is more important to me than the entire square footage of this place in total.”

“Kitten,” he frowned.

“Don’t you care—”

“Baby,” he shook his head. Before she could finish her question, he pulled her toward him. He was gentle as he squeezed her, fearful of the baby being squished between them. “Of course I care ‘bout that.”

“Then—”

“Kitten,” he tutted. “We’ll get a house with a balcony. I’ll make sure of it. I’ll make sure y’have whatever y’want. Y’can’t be sad ‘bout that.”

She sniffled more, only solidifying Harry’s assumption without even looking at the test in his pocket. “But this is...” she sniffled. “I love it here.”

“I love it too, kitten. But we need more room if we have a baby. A lot of babies.”

She frowned, pulled from him slightly. He wiped his thumbs below her eyes to rid her of the wet tears that soaked her cheeks. “You must think I’m ridiculous,” she pressed her forehead against his body again. He wrapped his arms around her again.

“No more than usual,” he chuckled into her hair and reached for the test in his pocket. He looked at it over her shoulder and smirked. Returned it back to his pocket.

“What’s it say?” She mumbled into his shirt.

“I love you,” he kissed the top of her head.

“It definitely doesn’t say that.”

“Y’don’t think your pee could love me?”

“Harry!” she pinched his sides at his silliness.

“Say it back, first.”

“It’s going to be really unfair that you knew I was pregnant before I did,” she grumbled.

He pushed her away again just far enough to meet her gaze. He smiled at her, that lazy smile he had about him that made her blood warm throughout her body. She forgot why she was grumpy with him. Even if it wasn’t that serious. She already knew what the test said in the pit of her stomach. The swing of her mood flipping like a switch. His expression was soft. Like he was holding a crystal vase from the seventeen hundreds and if he looked at it too hard it would break. “Say it,” he whispered.

It was like she wasn’t in control of her own voice or movements. Not that she didn’t want to say it. She did. All the time. So, it was easy to whisper, “I love you.”

For the third time he pulled her back to him and kissed the top of her head. “We’ll have t’see if we can find a baby swing for the balcony.”

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WE WILL FIGURE THIS OUT TOGETHER

/ Hello!! HI!!

/ This is not another chapter of WHBY. That will update in the next few days when I find the time.

/ No this is something entirely different. A quick little something for someone very dear to me who had a bad day.

/ @maximumkillshot I hope you enjoy.

/ Genre: Fluff, comfort, angst

/ Warnings: Talks of medical history, seizures, hospital, anxiety, skin picking.

/ Summary:

“I-I don’t know. Just like my brain isn’t clear. It happened to fast Channie..one second I was talking you B/F/F and Lixie on a park bench. The next I felt my eyes roll back before moving left and right rapidly. My body felt like it needed to happen. But it was so out of my control I didn’t even know what was happening until I came to with Lix guiding me to breathe,” your explanation scared him more. A deep pit settled in his stomach as he listened to you speak. He wished he was there. The thought of one his younger members there to whiteness something so terrifying and unknown scared him more.

When Chan had settled into the studio that afternoon he hadn’t expected much to happen. In fact he hoped it would be a normal work day. His allotted time for the afternoon was with Changbin and Han in the studio. They had three new tracks to work through. The rest of the boys had various other things for their day. Vocalracha had scheduled in time for voice lessons and Lee Know was locked away somewhere working on some specialized choreography for the new album. He had some finished tracks sent over for the dancer to play with. He was sure Hyunjin was with him too. The day was supposed to be easy. Lix had a random free afternoon and had decided to spoil Y/N. And Changbin’s partner. With Chan and Changbin in the studio so often it was hard for them to spend the time they wanted with their loves. That being said Chan was sure to give Y/N his card. With explicit instructions to spend as much as she liked. He only hoped she’d listen and choose to spoil herself for once. It was four hours into their work that his phone rang. Felix’s contact ID appeared over his phone. But said device was buried in the bottom of his bag on silent. Three calls later and Changbin’s phone went off. But the shorter one had his phone on hand. The flow of the room was interrupted with the loud ringtone that blared over the current piece they were working on.

“It’s Felix,” Changbin remarked before he had let the phone go to voicemail. Chan gave him a pointed look to silence the device but before he could it rang again. Still Felix.

“Just be quick,” Chan remarked as he turned back to his laptop. Changbin answered quickly this time. He hadn’t let it go to voicemail.

“Felix, we’re in the middle of a track, what's up??” The younger Aussies voice was muted on the other side. Chan couldn’t hear what all was going on but he figured it had to do with the shopping trip he had taken the two girls on. “WHAT?!?!” When Changbin yelled Chan stood to scold him, but the face he had stopped him in his tracks. His eyes wide as he listened intently to whatever Felix had to say. “Yeah Chan is with me,” there was a pause..it was clear by the hand that settled over Changbin’s mouth that something had gone awry. He feared what it might be. He only hoped the girls and Felix were okay. “I’ll have Lee Know drive. And Chan will call Y/N. Thanks Lix. We will see you soon,” when Changbin hung up there was a stillness to the air Chan hated. Every breath he took was baited with anticipation.

“What..”

“Chan, sit,” he sat, slow and steady, the news he was about to receive had him braced for an impact for what he didn’t know. “Han get Lee Know. We need him to drive us to the hospital. Y/N had an accident. Felix said it looked like a seizure. But they aren’t sure. He drove her and my girl to the hospital. They are there now running tests,” Chan felt as though his heart had been crushed. He knew of your health problems, of all the various ways at which your body tried to torture you just for your existence. There were many nights he’d hold you to his chest as you cried. Anxiety from a doctor's visit the next day, or the sheer pain of your body breaking apart from just touching dust. You shared everything with him in time. He knew the ins and outs of your medical history by heart. But a seizure, it was not on the table. Not something deep rooted in your medical files. It was new to him, and likely new to you. Changbin hauled him up out of his seat. The stupor he was in shaken away with a literal head shake. “Lee Know has the car ready,” his bag was handed to him but he’d rather have left it behind if it made getting to you faster. Once in the car Changbin’s phone went off again, this time it was his partner calling. When he answered the phone was then deposited in Chan’s hands. “It’s your girl,”

“Y/N, are you okay??” His voice stayed level despite the panic that riddled his heart a mess.

“I’m alright Channie. A little foggy. They’ve got a whole bunch of tests going,”

“Foggy, how baby girl??” He wanted to know every piece of information you would give him if given the chance.

“We will be there in just a few my love hang in there,”

“Okay, Channie..is Hyunjin coming?? Felix is a little rattled,”

“No sweet thing. But I have Lee Know and Changbin for B/F/F,” there was a pause on the other side of the phone, distant chatter about something he couldn’t hear. Then your sweet voice welcomed him back.

“I have to hang up Chan. I’m going in for a CAT-scan,”

“Okay Baby girl I’ll be there soon,” there was more faint chatter before the phone ended with the familiar doot doot doot. There was nothing more he hated in this moment than to hear that sound. Sure you were alive, coherent, and even spoke to him calm and collected. Still his heart ached for the distance that was currently between you. He loved you with his whole heart, this unknown entity that loomed over you and him was terrifying. When he looked over the dash he saw Lee Know was well above the suggested speed limit, Chan thought to tell him to slow down. But the idea of being beside you much faster kept his mouth shut. He’d let it slide this once..it wasn’t long before they pulled into the parking lot of the hospital you were at. Lee Know had barely pressed on the brake before Chan had leapt from the vehicle. Changbin was hot on his heels. He paced in the entryway as he waited his turn in line at the security gate. Once through he quickly walked to the reception counter. “I am looking for L/N F/N. I’m her boyfriend,” Changbin was at his side moments later as he slipped a SnapBack and mask over his leaders face. They both gave the nurse their ID’s and a guest badge was tacked to their shirts before they were given your room number and ushered on their way. Your room wasn’t far, since they still had you in the ER for triage. Though Chan had trouble seeing the room numbers with how fast he was moving. In the end that wasn’t something he had to worry about. It was the sound of your best friend, Changbin’s girl, that drew him toward your room. Whatever had happened had the small woman in a fit.

“What do you mean you don’t have answers??” he could hear the familiar clack of acrylic nails as they made contact with a hard surface. “Is that a medical term?? Spell it out for me Doc?? Because frankly it is appalling and rather unacceptable that your approach to me is ‘I have no answers,’ find me one. NOW!!” Chan eyed his best friend the look he gave read entirely as ‘get your girl,’ he’d never say it allowed, he had the utmost respect for her as a person. Especially when he learned how much she had helped you through some tough times in life. She had always been and always will be an advocate for your health.

“Are you the doctor looking after my girlfriend??”

“I am,”

“Explain to me what is going on. Right now. I can be patient but the health of my girl is far more important to me than anything else in this world. So please explain to me what is going on right now,”

“So far based on what Y/N has described to us we suspect she had a seizure. But all of the tests we have run have come back inconclusive. We just don’t have the proper answers for you at this time. My hope is that the CAT scan will tell us more,”

“And if it doesn't??” his arms folded over his chest as he looked down at the doctor over the bridge of his nose. He could see now why your bestie had been so upset. Her own medical history was a slight mystery. The combo you two had over shared lack of medical help and knowledge in your lives is what you two had bonded over in the first place.

“Then she has to meet with her primary doctor and schedule in some tests with them. There is only so much we can do in the ER. She needs to schedule with specialists with her primary,”

“Thank you doctor,” with that he watched as your brilliant face came around the corner in a gurney. Chan stepped away from the doctor, he let the small man walk away in hopes they would find something on that CAT scan. For now all Chan wanted was to be at your side. He slipped between the nurses that wheeled you and greeted you with a smile. He was sure you could tell he was smiling for the corners of your own eyes lifted in pairs to his. Once you were settled back in your room he finally spoke to you. “Hello my sweet baby girl. How are you feeling??”

“Tired, less foggy though. My head is clearer. It was like the episode needed to happen.”

“Good, that's good. The doctor wasn’t able to find much from your tests. He said if the CAT scan is inconclusive we will have to meet with your primary doctor,”

“Channie, I can't,” he lifted his brow to ask why not. “I cannot afford it. I already maxed out my insurance with this hospital visit. Everything else will be out of pocket. I just can’t afford it,” with a heavy sigh from your lips he looked at your lap. He watched as your hands drew together, the skin around your fingers picked apart from your anxiety. Gently he slid his own hands into yours to stop the habit. He then kissed the crown of your head as a way to draw your attention back to him.

“Don’t you worry about that my love. I will have you switched onto my plan. And anything the insurance might not cover I will,”

“Channie you ca-” he silenced you with a kiss on the lips. Sweet and slow. When he pulled back he was happy to see the sparkle in your eyes.

“I can and will baby girl,” he kissed you again. “No one will come between me and your health,” another kiss. “Not even you, got that??”

“I think I need another kiss to be sure,”

“Always baby girl,” he gave you another kiss, he’d give you a thousand more if you said so. His love for you was endless, boundless. “Tonight lets watch movies, and cuddle. Tomorrow we will make time for your doctors,” when you nodded he was satisfied. While the two of you waited on the final results of the tests he crawled into the small gurney with you his body a soothing balm for you. His own anxiety eased once he had you in his arms. “I love you baby girl,”

“I love you too Channie,”

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A Trip to Scotland

Summary: You join TF141 after something happened on your last deployment. They take you in and while it takes some time, you find yourself warming up to them, and them to you. Perhaps especially to the Captain.

A/N: Sort of sequel to Taken, but this is the trip to Scotland (obviously, given the title) but I'm gonna let it stand along as it's own thing. Nearly panicked this week because my laptop charger died on me and had to immediately order another, but so relieved to have my writing back again. So this is a bit of a celebration. Don't think I'm quite done with G and Price yet, but I might write for someone else soon. Still thinking on it. ;)

Warnings: Hm, language? Fluff. Not many warnings this go round. Not beta'd.

Word Count: 4.5K

Masterlist

“So what exactly should I be preparing myself for?” I ask as I tuck away a few folded clothes into my duffel with a glance to John sitting on the chest at the end of the bed. We’re back home and I’m packing a few last-minute things before heading out for my flight. It took the entire few days to convince Soap that I didn’t need him at my side 24/7 to ferry me home, then to Scotland. So he’s already there eagerly awaiting the time to pick me up from the airport. At least according to the dozen text messages he’s already sent me today.

John smiles and shakes his head. “Soap’s family is alright. A bit much all at once, but they’re good people and I’ve little doubt you’ll get along.” There’s laughter in his voice that makes me raise a brow at him, but I let it slide. I’m sure I’ll find out what he means soon enough. I zip up my bag and he’s instantly on his feet to take it before I even touch the handles. My eyes roll even as I smile and begrudgingly take my crutch to shuffle into the kitchen.

“Three older sisters, right?” I ask as I settle on a stool and John sets my bag by the door.

He nods and moves towards me. “Three older sisters. He’s the baby, which explains a lot.” I smirk as he stops next to me and I reach out, pulling him closer by the hem of his shirt. His smile sweetens and his hand lifts, pushing my hair back as his thumb brushes over my cheek. “I’ll miss this.” He says softly, almost unintentionally, and I smile as I lean into his touch.

“Mm. The feeling is mutual.” This thing between us is still so new and shiny, I’d be happy sitting and staring at him do literally anything. Which is another reason why this little separation is a good idea. If I get any sappier, then I’m going to make myself sick. “I’ll text you updates and call you when I can?” I say the last part a bit hesitantly, not sure if it’s too much too soon.

“Sounds good. Good luck finding a moment alone in that house though.” He says with a smirk and once again I’m struck by the notion that he’s not telling me all that he could. My mouth opens to ask when there’s a knock at the door. My brows furrow and I become even more suspicious when John’s smile widens. “I’ll get it.” He presses a kiss to my lips and lingers a bit as my fingers curl into his shirt. He hums softly against my mouth and the pressure of the kiss increases before he pulls away, his hand kneading my skin lightly before he reluctantly walks to the door. I watch with a smirk before the door opens and surprise makes my expression go blank.

Simon shakes Price’s hand before looking at me with smug humor in his eyes. “Ready for our flight, G?”

I raise a brow as my eyes go wide. “Our flight? You’re shitting me.” I look between both men who simply smirk. My accusing gaze settles heavy on John. “Who was it that decided that I needed babysitting on a fucking hour long flight?” There’s no heat in my tone, but it gives me some pleasure to see Price shift his weight onto his back foot.

“Majority vote, G. Aren’t you glad for my company?” Simon teases flatly and it’s at least a treat to see his eyes sparkling so brightly. Even if it is at my expense.

“Mm. It’s nice having a pack mule, I suppose.” I tease him right back as he grabs my bag and easily heaves it over his shoulder with a roll of his eyes. My gaze goes back to John. “Suppose you can walk us out then, Captain.” I emphasize his title, letting him know that with Simon here, that’s the only goodbye that he’s going to get. He chuckles and ducks out next to Simon while I lock the door behind me.

“Go on, we’ll go slow and meet you outside.” Price pats Simon on the shoulder and he doesn’t pause, happy to keep moving on a mission as he slips down the stairs. My head shakes even as I smile and tuck my keys away as we move slowly down the hall.

“You realize that out of everyone, he probably already knows.” I say quietly and wrap my arm around his, letting him support me more than the crutch as we take our time walking down the hall.

John smiles and half-shrugs a shoulder. “Probably, yes. But he’s the least likely to say something as long as he knows we want things quiet.” He reaches forward and presses the button for the lift, his smile widening when he hears my impatient sigh at having to wait for the tiny box. If I could walk, I’d be headed for the stairs after Simon.

“You’re still happy with that?” I glance up at him as there’s a little ding and we step onto the lift.

He meets my gaze. “I am. But I’m glad to talk it through if you’ve changed your mind.”

My head shakes and I take the time to let my fingers rub over the inside of his arm, taking in the feeling of his skin. “No, I like the way things are. Though we should talk about what we’ll say…eventually.” There’s little doubt in my mind that they’ll figure things out sooner rather than later. Although we might last a little longer if Simon decides to work with us and throw the others off the scent.

“Something to think about while we’re apart.” He sounds a touch disgruntled this time and even though I feel the same, I do get a little thrill at knowing he’ll miss me.

“So…are you going to kiss me before the lift stops?” I relish the surprise that widens his eyes, then the cute crinkling of his eyes as he turns towards me. He reaches out and presses the buttons for the last few floors so we’ll make a stop at each one.

He turns towards me and I can’t help smiling as he tilts my chin up. “Do you want me to?”

“What do you think?” I keep my voice low and cloying, unable to help teasing him as he stoops a bit so his lips are an inch from mine. We take small, slow steps back until I can feel the wall behind me and my hand claims the handrail to keep me steady on one foot.

“Like hearing you tell me yes.” He murmurs and I breathe in that distinct scent of cigars as he practically speaks onto my lips.

“Pretty sure you hear me chirp ‘yes sir’ almost every day at work.” I whisper back, smirking as my other hand rests on his side to pull him closer, feeling his heat searing my hand through his shirt.

His head shakes, his nose almost brushing mine with each movement. “Not the same. Like hearing you ask me for things. Like giving you what you want.” Warmth fills my chest at the simple, sweet sentiment. I know the words will loop in my head later when I’m alone in bed, wandering if he’s the same way in other areas.

“And I like making you wait.” I tease again and my toes curl at the deep, rumbling laugh that makes his chest vibrate.

“You’re about to make both of us wait for two weeks. Can’t take it easy on me this once?” He raises a brow and I grin, pulling him in and pressing my lips to his. As always, his mouth is soft and warm on mine and fills me with slow heat with every touch. It’s easy and slow and I like that he takes his time making me melt into his hands. My head tilts to give him permission to deepen the kiss and he pauses for a moment, making sure I mean it, then pushes in again.

His hands frame my face and my stomach flips when I feel his calluses sliding against my skin. My lips part as I feel nothing but the wall behind me and the intense heat of him in front of me. His tongue tentatively glides over my bottom lip and I melt even further against him, pulling on his shirt as a silent plea for more. I’m only vaguely aware of the first ding of the lift as it stops and the door opens, but John treats this as a warning that our time is becoming shorter. This is new territory for us and it makes me think I may have underestimated how he might feel about being apart for two weeks. “So sweet f’me.” He mumbles into my mouth before giving me another firm kiss.

I huff softly, making a fist in his shirt as the doors close and the lift moves again. “Mean to tease like this before I leave.”

He smiles and I like tasting it. “You asked for it.”

“I asked for a kiss.”

“And I gave you one.”

“That was…more than a kiss.”

“Are you disapproving?”

The doors ding before opening again and I know the next time they open, we’ll have to get off. “No. I am debating on what it might take for Simon to let us do this in the back of the car on the way to the airport.” His eyes widen for a moment, then he’s laughing and I’m soaking in the sound.

“Hm, don’t think he’d put up with that, sugar. Tempting as it is.” His thumbs brush over my cheeks before reluctantly stepping back after making sure I’m steady on my feet.

“Pity.” I sigh and straighten out his shirt with a smirk as we come to the bottom floor and walk out. Simon has already tossed my back in the back and has a hand on the passenger side door. My head shakes, but I walk over and let him open my door, pretending not to notice his hand hovering over the small of my back as I slide in the seat. He and Price shake hands and pat each other’s shoulders before he continues to walk around to the driver’s side. My eyes soften as I look out at Price and give him a playful salute to see him smile before we pull out.

* * *

It becomes clear to me almost immediately that Simon isn’t a fan of public flights. It’s not a surprise given the cramped space filled with people, my head is on a swivel too, but we quickly fall into an easy pattern of covering for the other. If one of us needs to talk to someone, then the other moves behind and watches their back. It affords the both of us a little extra comfort and it’s easy letting him carry our bags. I think he likes having the added weight to steady him and it does make it easier for me to walk.

As we settle into our seats and my hand slides over his arm to try and leech out some of the stiffness, I’m not sure whether he was actually sent to help me or for me to help him. I reach into my carry on and immediately perk up when I find a little bag of hard candies inside. John or Kyle slipped them in there no doubt. I take one for myself, then offer the bag to Simon. He laxes a bit and smirks, accepting the offering and popping it into his mouth.

“You’ve been here before, yeah?” I ask softly, incredibly thankful that there’s no one else in our row.

He nods and moves the candy into his cheek. “Scotland or the MacTavish’s?”

My eyes roll. “Pretty sure you’d have to have been to Scotland in order to have been to the MacTavish’s.”

“Mm. There a question in there?” He shifts in his seat, frowning at the lack of space for his broad body.

“What do you think of them?” I fish for a little information, maybe what John didn’t want to tell me, and also just to keep his discomfort level low.

The frown on his face fades as the corner of his mouth twitches and amusement glimmers in his eyes. “They’re good people. A lot like Soap in all the best ways. A bit noisy when you first meet all of them, especially if they bring their families and little ones, but eventually it becomes a pleasant buzz in the background.”

My brows furrow. “How many people are going to be there?”

His smile widens a touch. “The entire family gets together on the weekends, so you’ll meet everyone.” I breathe out, long and slow, promising myself that John will be getting an earful about leaving out that particular detail. Especially since it’s Saturday, so I’m really being shoved into the lion’s den.

* * *

Simon knocks on the front door before deftly moving behind me as it swings open to reveal a grinning Soap. “G! Glad you finally—”

“Is that the famous G we’ve heard so much about?” A voice cuts him off and she sounds like an older woman, probably his mother. My eyebrows raise at hearing that I’m apparently famous. I’m not sure whether to be worried or flattered.

“Get her in here! I’ve been dying to meet her!”

“JJ, you’re blocking the entire doorframe with your fat head. Move over!”

I’m assaulted by a chorus of women’s voices before someone slides over and bumps Soap with her hip while holding a baby on the other side. She’s probably in her upper thirties. “Well, let her in! Thought the military was supposed to teach you manners?” Her smile is wide and pretty, like Soap’s, and her dark curly hair is wild even though it’s cut at her jaw. Just out of reach from the baby in her arms. “Come on in, G, we’ve heard so much about you. Glad you made it too, Simon.” She practically shoves Soap out of the way to make room for Simon and I to step in. He keeps to my back and I’m not sure if it’s to make sure that I don’t fall over or to make sure I don’t turn right back around.

“Thanks for havin’ me.” Simon says and the woman shakes her head as if he says this every time and it isn’t necessary. Decorations from the winter holidays are still up and most every other surface is covered with a toy, a child, or another family member. I release a long breath and feel Simon brace a hand high on my back as if reminding me I have back-up.

“I’m Shiloh.” The woman with wild curls introduces herself while easily holding her kid with an arm and offering her free hand to me. I shake it with what I hope is a smile. “It’s so good to finally meet you.”

“Pleasure meeting you all as well.” I manage to respond as another woman pops up from sitting on the floor amongst the kids. She has wild curls too, but her hair has a red tint and she’s a touch shorter. Probably mid-thirties.

“Sorry, we know it’s a lot when you first come in, but we’re so happy you’re here!” She shakes my hand with a bit more vigor, her smile bright and wide with sparkling eyes. “You were all JJ talked about when you joined the team and we’re glad you turned out to have a brain.” She gives Simon a pointed look and I’m pretty sure he smothers a chuckle at the firm look. “I’m Shaye, by the way.”

“Let the woman sit, she shouldn’t be on her leg!” An older woman with greying russet hair and round curves waves everyone away as she walks over to me and my eyes go wide as she frames my face with her hands. She’s short and I have to lean down a bit as she draws me close. “It’s so good to have you here with us, lass. So good.” And I can tell she means the sentiment as her eyes crinkle at the sides as she appraises me. She plants a firm kiss to my cheek before reaching behind me and patting Simon’s cheek, then stepping back. “I’m John’s mother. Call me Grace. His father is out back with the rest of the riff raff, but they’ll be in a little later. Go on, pick a place to settle and we’ll kick out whoever is sitting there.”

“Good luck getting Uncle Mick out of his seat.” Soap mutters to Shaye and she grins while looking over at a man snoring softly in an armchair. I’m only half aware of walking over to what seems like the least obtrusive seat, a stool at the counter overlooking the kitchen, and Simon settles next to me. He immediately pulls my foot into his lap to make sure I keep it elevated while I give him a sharp look that only makes him smirk.

“My youngest girl is out trying to wrangle the men into actually cookin’ things on time, but the meal’ll be done soon enough. Just make yourself at home.” Grace says warmly before flitting around the kitchen once again.

“Smells good as always.” Simon says and earns a wide smile from her and an eyeroll from Soap standing beside him. The room is filled with soft conversation and it’s a relief that no one tries to pull me into any for a while. I’m allowed to sit and survey while my mind sorts through the faces, the sounds, and the comforting mess accompanying a large family. There are two toddlers on the floor and a baby passed between the few milling around the room. Apparently, there are more kids out back with their dads and another baby only a few months old, but I’m content letting them come to me rather than seeking them out.

Eventually everyone filters inside and I get to meet Soap’s youngest sister, Siobhan, whose cheeks are rosy from the chill outside. Her eyes light up the second she sees me and she rushes over, stopping just a second before crashing into me to shake my hand. She’s got to be close to Soap’s age. “You must be G! Thanks for keeping my brother in one piece out there.” She winks at me, her bubbly attitude sobering a touch. “It’s a real comfort for all of us knowing he’s got another person watching his back.” Her hand squeezes my arm before she’s called away and I stare after her, feeling warm and surprised.

I feel Ghost’s eyes on me and glance at him to see his eyes crinkled slightly with a soft smile. He nods once. It was like this for him too, then. “I’m gonna give you all such shit for not warning me about all this sooner.” I mutter under my breath, obviously not meaning a word, and he chuckles softly.

“Looking forward to it.” He returns with a twinkle in his eye.

Soap walks over with a fussing baby swaddled up in his arms, this must be the one that had been outside, and slaps Simon’s shoulder. “Dad wants you for a minute.” Simon nods and gently gets up to his feet as Soap takes his place on the stool holding my ankle. I huff.

“Pretty sure there are plenty of children here for you to babysit. I’m fine here.” They glance at one another before shrugging and doing exactly the same thing that they were doing. My head shakes, but I don’t bother objecting more.

“John, can you grab that for me?” His mother asks from the kitchen and he hesitates, looking at me.

I wave him on with a little roll of my eyes. “Promise I won’t move from this spot.” I swear and he smirks before hopping up and setting my foot slowly on the stool so I’m not jostled. He pauses another second and my stomach swirls at seeing the mischief building in his eyes as he steps close and ever so gently lowers the baby into my stiff arms. My head instantly starts shaking as she squawks and her face pinches at the exchange. “Johnny, don’t you dare—”

“Only for a minute, G. Just don’t stand up because you have poor balance right now. Wouldn’t want to risk the bearn.” He grins at me and slides into the kitchen while I stare down at the tiny human now in my arms. I…I’m actually not sure if I’ve ever held a baby in my life. I shift her a bit and pull her close with my arms firm but not too tight around her. She coos and I instinctively start swaying a little in my seat.

“I know, I’m sorry your mean Uncle Soap gave you to some strange lady. A very not cool uncle thing of him to do.” I whisper softly, feeling her weight and warmth sink into my chest. Her blinks get a little slower and I can’t help smiling down at her. Maybe this isn’t too bad. “Must be pretty nice getting held and rocked all the time. Take advantage of it while you can.” I relax a little more and lean back in my seat while continuing to bounce her a little until her eyes are shut and her little mouth is left open. I wonder briefly if this is how Johnny looked as a baby and my smile widens at the thought.

Soap comes back over, but doesn’t reach for her so I don’t make a move to give her back. “Seems you’ve got the special touch. She usually fights sleep a bit harder.”

“Mm. Bet you weren’t this cute when you were a baby.” I tease and he grins, shaking his head.

“Agreed. Especially with the tiny mohawk. Probably stuck up all over the place.” I laugh softly, careful not to move or make too much noise.

Shiloh comes over and Soap makes space for her as she sighs with relief. “Thank god you got her down. We were a few minutes off from full screamin’.” Still, she smiles softly as she looks down at the little bundle.

“Why don’t you head up early tonight? The bearns’ll be looked after.” Soap encourages softly and the warmth in my chest only spreads when I recognize the same tone he used with me to get me to go to bed after a hard mission.

She smiles and sways into him. “You and my husband, I swear. But I know you’re just trying to get me away from G before I tell her what an idiot you were when you were younger.” Her hand musses his hair and he ducks away with a small groan.

“More of an idiot than now?” I ask with a brow lifting and Soap gives me a disapproving look that I grin at.

Shiloh nods. “Oh yeah. We once convinced him that we could all fly but him and he jumped off the roof to try and prove that he could too. Broke his arm.” She giggles while my eyes go wide and I choke while trying swallow my laughter. Soap sighs and tosses his arms in the air, subtly showing her his middle finger out of sight from his mother as he walks away.

The evening goes on and eventually I’m relieved of my babysitting duties only to find Simon across the room with a plastic screwdriver in his hand being instructed by one of the young boys. He’s utterly patient and seems to be taking his task quite seriously. I might snap a picture or two to show John later and for Simon to keep. I think he’d like having them.

Dinner is as raucous as I expected it to be, but I’m a bit more used to it now. The noise is joyous and the room is filled with loud voices and laughter. This isn’t something I’ve ever had and it helps to have Simon beside me as a steady, familiar anchor. But it’s nice. I like the way they argue with grins on their faces, how they laugh without restraint, how warm and welcoming everyone is.

Afterward, I manage to slip outside and I’m greeted by the cool night air. I hadn’t realized how hot the house had gotten with all the people inside. I pull out my phone as I sit on the front porch and call John, smiling when it only rings once before he picks up. “Hey, sugar. How’s it going?” Just the sound of his voice makes me feel a little fuzzy inside.

“It’s good. They’re a lot like I thought they’d be, but…more.”

He chuckles and I imagine him stretching out on his couch, leaned back against the cushions with his hands resting on his spread thighs. “That describes the MacTavish’s pretty well, I think. Never could do anything half-heartedly.”

“Mm. I haven’t been around a family like this in a long time. Since before I joined the military. It’s a little jarring being around so many kids all at once.” I lean against the step behind me, resting an elbow on the cold wood while staring up at the starry sky. It is beautiful out here.

“Simon said the same thing the first time he went.” He hums with amusement. “A bit less nicely though. Think it went something like ‘so many fuckin’ kids.’” We both chuckle while I nod. Yeah, that sounds about right.

“I like seeing him with them. He could use more playtime in his life.” I grin at the thought of buying him a little plastic toolkit to carry around with him. “I might’ve snuck a few pictures without him seeing.”

“Oh yeah? Don’t think you’re the only one.” There’s a little ding from my phone and I put him on speaker as I look at my messages. There’s a picture waiting there of me holding the baby, a soft smile on my face as I stare down at her. Soap is in the kitchen, so Simon must’ve taken it. Cheeky bastard. “Look pretty comfy in that picture, sugar.”

I smile and shrug as if he can see me. “Not sure if I’ve ever held a baby before. Don’t think I have and Soap was only using her as a reason to keep me sitting. But I liked holding her. I think I like it here, actually. Only thing missing is you.” My cheeks get a little hot when I realize what I said, but I only hear John’s soft hum of approval.

“Wish I was there too, sugar. But I like hearing that you’re enjoying yourself and getting some rest. It’s well-deserved.”

“You deserve rest too. Better not neglect yourself while I’m away.”

He laughs softly and I let the sound fill me with warmth. “Yes, ma’am. Call me again tomorrow?”

“I will. Night.”

“Night, sugar.”

We hang up and I stay outside for a few moments longer, breathing in the crisp air and appreciating the stars. It’s only when Soap comes to get me that I shuffle inside straight into a fire warmed blanket that Simon instantly swaddles me in before sitting me in an armchair close to the flickering fireplace. Yeah, I could really learn to like this place.

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wings-of-ink · 2 months

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First Devlog?

Hello everyone...boy, there are a lot of you already, still trying to digest that...

So, I gather that I should do these logs on occasion. I do not know how often, perhaps just when I have a few things to say. I will try not to ramble too much, but my fingies like to talk.

Anyway, I am working on chapter 3 right now. There’s some fun moments so far in it that I hope you’ll like, and we’ll get to meet Zahn, Duri'naan, and then Rundis. I’m trying not to rush because there are some exciting scenes that I’m eager to get to. I’ve outlined them to tide myself over until I get that far. There’s some quiet moments you’ll get to have as well, and right now I feel like that’s what I’m struggling with. Those areas of my story are like bridges to the next, more exciting, parts and sometimes I feel like they fall a little flat. But, I’m trying to keep in mind this is my first draft. I’ll go through it another time or two to perk things up. Those moments are still important for letting the MC get to know each RO.

My mind has been in a million directions lately too, and I’ve had a lot of ‘duh’ moments. I’ve done so much world building since I started this last year (around August/September I think), that I have pockets of important details that I kinda just forgot! So, I plan to re-read all the notes I’ve made and try to also put them into one place. I have some in my phone, in a notebook, and in no less than three folders on my laptop. It’s a wonder I have survived this many years…

What you can expect for coming updates…

-A couple fixes, of course – thank you to those who found some of those pesky buggy bois for me.

-A nicer front page, instead of being slapped with my ramblings, I’d like to actually have a nice start page. I’ll figure it out eventually, lol.

-I’ll be adding a name bank to the MC’s Nameday scene that will also show you what each name means, so if that is important to you, it’ll save you the internet search. If it tickles your fancy, the name selection will correspond in some way to the marks (names meaning "night" or "storm," etc.) so you can theme your MC a bit.

-Extra coding in case you decide to shorten MC’s given name to just “Ravi.” I did not once consider that anyone would do this, and my first play-tester – my own spouse – did….He told me about it since it made some dialog with Oswin make zero sense, and then I published the story without fixing it because I completely forgot about it.

-Different contrast color for dark mode links. I feel like I have drastically improved this with a new gold color. In retrospect, I don’t know why I didn’t use the gold before. I love it as an accent, I use it all over! The blue never felt 100% right, but my brain shut down after thinking about it too long. Here’s a sample and a (M) Zahn tease:

When can you expect an update?

I’d like to make my next update during the Amare Games Festival, ideally containing both chapters 3 and 4 since they go pretty tightly together. This will also insure that you meet the rest of the posse. It’s a tall order for both chapters to be submitted on time, and I don’t want to rush them either, but I’m going to try really really hard, lol. I will focus first on polishing chapter 3, so that no matter what, I can at least get it out in time.

Here’s a link to the post about it:

And this is the submission time frame: open from March 31st 2024 at 11:00 PM to May 1st 2024 at 12:00 AM

As a side message, should you want to read on…

I also wanted to give you all a big, like really big, heartfelt thank you. I have received so many kind messages and comments that I just can’t believe it. I am so happy (and honestly, genuinely shocked) that you’re enjoying my IF, and I’m motivated to work hard so you also enjoy each new chapter of your journey. There’s so many secrets I want to share with you about the world, and I am struggling to be patient myself, lol.

I am not usually a very open or social person, and I was scared for a long time to share anything I wrote. I reached a point in my personal life in the last few years where I just needed to embrace what I loved to do and share it with a community that shares in that love. I encourage you to do the same whether there is a story in your heart, music on your lips, or a paintbrush in your hands. Life is NOT about your 8-5. We may not be able to survive without it, but whatever moment you can, do what you actually love. Put away the those things that don’t matter, the things that stress you - including people, and make time for who you are.

Thank you all and take care!

~Lunan

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Takes place before: In the Bleak Midwinter

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x F!Reader (Jaguar) Chapters: 2/4 Notes: Jag's first interaction with Simon, she wants to bite into his meaty thighs so bad yumyumyum, their ~banter~ is top tier (sarcasm), this is heavily inspired by zero dark thirty can u tell?,

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The following weeks stretched on with meetings, each one filled with a little more sustenance than the last. You spent your time researching potential routes that your target could have taken. Made lists of people you could find and contact and press for information—forcefully or otherwise.

In the privacy of your own room, you opened your laptop and patched a secure video-call to Laswell.

“How’s it going?” She looked tired; it was still early in D.C..

“Getting some solid leads. Price and his team don’t skimp on making detailed rosters,” you ran your fingers through your choppy, black hair. “Ghost and I are investigating Alekskeev, while Gaz and Soap look into the target’s family in Yerevan.”

Laswell thought for a moment. “Why not Omarov? He’s in Kazakhstan.”

“Alekskeev was our target’s closest confidant before going dark. If anyone knows where he’s fucked off to, I’m betting on the Russian—Alekskeev would have arranged his entry into Kazakhstan anyway.” You took a sip of burnt coffee. “Omarov is just a distraction.”

Kate sighed through the screen. “Price thinks otherwise.”

Your brows furrowed slightly.

“Well, I hired you for a reason. It’s your call. Update me when you get back.”

You nodded.

“When are you shipping out?”

“Thursday, 0400.”

The older woman blinked. “Good luck.”

You straightened. “We’ll get him. Should get some rest though, Laswell. You look tired.”

She chuckled. “I’ll get some rest once we land the bastard.”

The call disconnected. Your reflection stared back at you on the dark screen; you squeezed your eyes shut and exhaled.

Stepping outside the base, you drew in a deep breath. The fresh air felt good in your lungs as the sun’s presence struggled to pierce through the clouds. All this grey and cold reminded you of San Francisco. Zipping up your fleece pullover, you started walking. Some soldiers were jogging this morning; you could hear their labored breaths as they passed you.

You rarely let yourself get worked up before a mission, opting on meditating to sharpen your edge before shipping out. But today your mind wandered. Maybe it was because you were going as a team, with people you had never worked with before, that had you so agitated. You hated liabilities.

An echo of a gunshot freed you from your introspection. You had walked the perimeter of the base, ending up at the stretch of green that was the long range. A bulky, black mass was crouched ahead, clothing straining against his bent form; you studied him as he lined up the next shot.

Bang.

“Jus’ gonna stand there and watch?” The Manchester voice came out gravelly.

You walked closer to the man. A variety of comebacks about irony came to mind.

“Not used to being watched?” You said instead, speaking loud enough that he could hear through the protective headphones.

Bang.

“Not particularly.”

“Does it make you nervous?”

“Negative.” He shifted.

Bang.

Ghost ejected the spent clip from the SPX-80 and cleanly reloaded a new one. He slid off his ear protection and faced you.

“Still ‘aven’t seen you in action.” The behemoth of a man eyed you cooly behind his plain black balaclava.

And it was hard not to have a reaction when he stared up at you like that, lounging calmly on the verdant grass, like some large apex predator. The truth was, you hadn’t had many interactions with the man since your arrival on base. Simon usually parted after meetings, skulking away to wherever he went during the day. Aside form the task force, the other soldiers were afraid of him, avoiding him at any chance. There were rumors about him; you wanted to see which were true. Occasionally, you’d catch Simon and Johnny in the rec room, chatting together in a calm voice—interrupted by periodic bouts of Johnny’s laughter. Sometimes you’d ask about him to Kyle, but the kid would always shrug and say “that’s just Ghost.” It both annoyed and intrigued you.

Grabbing a pair of headphones from the rack, you placed them over your ears and bent down to take his rifle. Simon quirked an eyebrow underneath the mask, before propping an elbow upon his massive thigh; the fabric strained against his bulk.

You looked at him. “You wanted to see.”

Simon’s chest contracted, letting out a sharp breath, before waving his hand for you to proceed.

Resting the weight of the barrel on the wooden railing, you peered through the scope. Glass bottles were placed rather evenly 300 yards down the field. You wondered if Ghost placed them there or some sorry recruit. Probably Ghost.

Sucking in a steady breath, you lined your shot, squeezing the trigger on the exhale.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

The hot shells steamed on the turf at the contrast in temperature. You pulled away from the scope, giving the rifle back to the massive man.

“Handles well,” you said, taking off your ear protection.

“That she does,” Simon stared down at the gun, turning it over in his hand. He ejected the spent clip.

You relaxed against the wood as Simon reloaded the weapon. His gloved hands dwarfed the scope. In the distance, the soldiers passed another lap around the base.

“What are you like?”

His fingers stilled. ��On the field?”

No.

“Yes.”

“Efficient.”

You shifted on the cold grass. “And with me?”

Simon looked at you, contemplation behind those blonde lashes. His eyes lowered slightly, before flicking back to meet yours. “Long as I’m not on th’other end of that scope, we shouldn’t ‘ave a problem.”

You shifted your jaw slightly and you nodded. “Looking forward to seeing you on the field then, Ghost.”

Standing, you returned the headphones to the rack and made your way back to the barracks—the rifle shell was still warm to the touch in your pocket.

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hoverdreamer · 2 years

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Emergency Commissions!!!! (Final Update: January 1st, 2023; Closed!)

FINAL UPDATE:

Sorry for the long silence, it’s been hard to make this post with the state of my old laptop. It’s been a long road, but we’re finally doing alright! We recovered from covid, got jobs, and now everyone has moved out of the house we were in. I can’t thank those of you who helped out by commissioning, donating, and reblogging enough. While I am closing all commissions for now (I’m getting a desktop computer I can draw on in soon), my regular-priced commissions will make a return this year! I still have a few emergency commissions to post (including a big one for my bf that I’m still finishing, bless him for his patience) but otherwise am over this hurdle. The original details of the post will be under the cut. Wishing you all a wonderful new year! c:

I’ll keep this as short as possible: I just recovered from covid, but (although it doesn’t seem any of them caught it from me) the vast majority of my household now also tested positive. My mom has MS and couldn’t work even beforehand, and my brother is the only one with any sort of reliable income at the moment. I have a job interview in a few days, but our bills are past due and utilities could shut off at any time. A room in our basement flooded with sewage and contractors have been in and out of the house basically ripping up the whole basement... it’s just been a lot.

My sibling and I are opening emergency commissions to see if we can help make ends meet this month (his post is here, check out his tiered commissions!). Any donations would also be appreciated, but I will draw something for anyone who gives $5 USD or more. If for whatever reason I don’t feel comfortable drawing what you’d like to request, let’s talk over what I can draw for you instead! Please DM me or email me at [email protected] for questions or to communicate what you’d like! I can also accept e-transfers, though I’ll need prior communication so I can give you the correct email! Thank you so much for reading!

Paypal: [email protected]

Some sample art (more available at my art blog, @potetheart):

UPDATE: My mom made a gofundme page, please consider reading more here!

UPDATE 2:

This morning our car got t-boned in an intersection and no longer goes. This also means that our secondary (read: should always have been primary) source of income is gone, as well as our main access to groceries. I am still unemployed and waiting to hear back from a couple of jobs, but am practically helpless from my end. I’m still working on a few commissions, but if you’re able to help in any way my family and I would greatly appreciate it.

UPDATE 3:

A lot has happened over the past month, including another covid case, but now a few of us are employed (though I won’t actually be working for another week or two). While I’m not convinced that we’re on solid ground yet, I am feeling more hopeful thanks to the generous donations and commissions we’ve received so far. Once my job starts up I won’t have quite as much time to dedicate to doing commissions (and if the demand gets too high I’ll shut them off and update this post) but for now it’s still about the only thing I can do, so if you can and are willing to commission me or my sibling (see the link to his post above in the main part of the post) we’d love to draw you something! If you’d just like to help, my paypal is above the pictures in this post and my mom’s gofundme is below them, but you can contact me to get a picture out of it too!

#emergency commissions #emergency commission #commissions #my art #thank you in advance for any help!#huge thanks to everyone who helped; I really appreciate it and wouldn't have been able to get this far without you

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Sheltered: Chapter 4

More updates later today! The sisters take the hybrids to get some clothing and deal with some enlightening developments.

Stay tuned for weekly updates or visit here for the complete story.

{Main Pairings:} Jeon Jungkook/Original Female Character, Choi Soobin/Original Female Character, Kim Taehyung/Original Female Character(s)

{Rating:} 18+

{Genre:} Alternate Universe - Hybrids

{Summary:} Realization finally dawned on Lily, knowing she now had the responsibility of three hybrids rather than three dogs. Her eyes grew wide while her eyebrows rose up in wonder before she turned her attention to her sister. The shocked expression of Rose had her smile sheepishly. “Well, at least we don’t have to name them.”

{Warnings:} Mild Angst, Mature Language, Mild Sexual Content, Awkward Flirting

{Taglist:} @chimsworldsstuff

“I’m home!” Lily hollered stepping into the house with a small bundle of clothes in her arms. She walked through the main hallway, noticing Rose’s bedroom door was closed before moving towards the living room. Her heart swelled to find the three hybrids comfortably draped along the couch while the television played in the background. She wanted them to feel at home and seeing them naturally relaxed around the house reassured her of her decision.

She glanced around the room to assess the amount of damage control she would need to accommodate. She was surprised to find it in the same condition that it was left, which she was thoroughly grateful for. With a sigh, she finally met the bright smile of Taehyun. “I brought you some proper clothes.” She propped the bundle up to give him a better view. She gestured her head towards her bedroom, “Let’s get you dressed, and I’ll take you guys shopping.”

Taehyun jumped off the couch and scurried towards her to grab the outfit she gathered from an old ad campaign her company did. She turned to the other two men with her hands casually resting on her hips. “After that, we’ll get pizza. Sound good?” It was mostly a rhetorical question, but she picked up on the confused expression shared between Soobin and Jungkook. “Wait, can you eat pizza? What can you have?”

“We’re hybrids, not pets. We can eat what you eat.” Jungkook deadpanned, he had little to no patience after dealing with Rose’s foul attitude. Lily cringed at his response, wishing she hadn’t put her foot in her mouth. She didn’t want to be like most people who considered hybrids more like animals than humans. Jungkook sensed a spike in her nerves as she began overthinking her next question. He cleared his throat, correcting the tone of his voice as he realized Lily was only trying to be accommodating to him and his brothers. “We’ve just never had pizza.”

“Oh, well we don’t have to get pizza then-” She began but was cut off by Jungkook.

“Pizza sounds good.” He gave her a tight smile before turning his attention back towards the television so that the conversation would end on that note.

Lily’s mouth hung open a small bit, adjusting to his abrasiveness as she found Soobin’s narrow stare watching her. She laughed the nerves away as she flashed him a reassuring smile despite the overwhelming feeling hanging over her. Taehyun finally emerged from the bedroom in the button-up shirt and slacks she grabbed from work. The clothes clearly didn’t suit him as they were too formal and slightly large on his frame.

“Alright, I’ll get Rose and then we can leave.” She quickly dashed down the hall, opening the door of her sister’s room with only the warning sound of a knock before disrupting her. Once in the room, she noticed Rose bundled up in her pillows with her laptop sitting on the duvet and headphones over her ears. Rose glanced up at her sister, pulling the headphones off her head with an annoyed sigh. “What now?”

Lily bit back a retort to the tone of her sister, trying to avoid a fight. “They need new clothes, so we need to go to the store.”

Rose blinked up at her older sister, “I’m not paying for them. You wanted them, you can take care of their bills.”

Lily rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “I’m not asking you to pay, but I need your help.”

“With what?” She scrunched her nose and squinted her eyes, thoroughly agitated with the idea of going anywhere with Jungkook.

Lily bit her lip, avoiding her sister’s scrutinizing stare. “Well, I could use your help managing them in the store, picking out outfits, and…using your car.” Even though Lily muttered the last part, Rose heard it all too well as she tossed herself back on the bed with a groan.

—

Rose never wanted a car drive to be so short in her life. Despite her protests, Lily convinced her to take the SUV because putting the boys in the bed of the truck was “unsafe.” However, almost instantly Soobin discovered how the windows rolled down in the back seat. Thus began the battle between Rose and Jungkook, where he was defiantly pressing the button down and she would have to bring it back up as they drove on the interstate to their destination. Everyone was annoyed by the harsh wind reverberating through the window, but Jungkook refused to back down. It wasn’t until Rose decided to use the child safety function that the fight ceased.

It was only about a 15-minute drive, but everyone felt an uncomfortable storm brewing behind the demeanors of Jungkook and Rose, dragging time slowly as they waited for the eye of the hurricane to pass before the storm reared its head. Lily sighed in relief when they finally parked in the lot and quickly got the three hybrids into the store for some much-needed distance with her aggravated sister.

She grabbed a cart before looking at the men, “Okay, grab some shirts and pants then we’ll try them for size. You can pile what you find in the cart.” Jungkook rapidly dashed off towards the racks as Soobin and Taehyun stayed back waiting for Lily to guide them through the shopping experience. Rose went off on her own as well, casually looking through the racks simply for the soothing therapy that came from finding the variety of styles and color schemes.

Lily tried to gauge their measurements, noticing that Jungkook was going through the racks for larger sizes. She quirked her eyebrow curiously but proceeded to point out some areas for the other two to start their search. While the boys were busy looking through shirts, she took the liberty to start looking through the men’s pants, guessing at their waist size. Her head was getting whiplash as she flickered between the expanse of the material and the width of Soobin’s waist.

“What about this?” She heard from behind her. Lily twirled around to find Taehyun holding out a light-colored jacket to show her.

She smiled reassuringly, “Yeah, that’ll be good in case you get cold.”

“And this?” Soobin moved in close on the other side of her, placing a white long-sleeve shirt in her view. She turned towards him, startled by his abrupt presence practically caging her between himself, Taehyun, and the cart with her back brushing against the clothes hanging on the rack.

“Yeah, yeah. Just put it in the cart, we’ll pick out some favorites later.” She reminded him, feeling overwhelmed as his figure towered slightly over her. She breathed as he placed his item in the cart and walked back to the racks, Taehyun also moving by to add his shirt. Lily turned back to the pants, continuing her attempts at guessing the boy’s sizes.

Rose was feathering through the hangers, her blue eyes dancing over the patterns on the fabric until something caught her eye. She heard the harsh sound of metal hangers dragging across the racks aggressively and glanced up to find Jungkook, not too far off from her, creating large gaps between the clothes for better viewing. She then noticed the large bundle of items hanging over his shoulder before realizing he took everything off the hangers.

She could only wonder where they might have been at that point, questioning if Jungkook might have been creating a mess for the workers. Then she watched as he pulled a shirt off the hanger and threw it over his shoulder, confirming her suspicions that he was simply leaving empty hangers wherever he found them. She considered scolding him for his terrible shopping etiquette, but decided against it, shrugging her shoulders. “It’s not my problem. Lily can handle it.”

Lily finally gave up and called Taehyun over so that she could hold some different pant sizes against his body for a more accurate measure. She held the jeans up to his hips, making sure the denim curled a little past his front so that it wasn’t too snug on his frame. He was the smallest of the three so finding his size was fairly easy. Then she called Soobin over and felt the process was more tedious since he was so tall and lean.

As she held up a pair of pants up against his hips, he stepped forward, invading her space once again. When she moved back to get a better look, he followed. “Soobin, stop moving.” She groaned, feeling flushed under his soft stare. He only smiled as he sensed the rapid beat of her heart compared to the steady pace she usually had.

She worked fast to get his size so that she could clear her mind, annoyed with herself about how easily she was bothered by his existence. She felt like she was in high school all over again, getting nervous about the boys in her class, where she would choke and crawl into her shell if they asked to borrow a pencil. She hasn’t been in a relationship in a long while and it was beginning to look obvious.

“Okay, got it. You can go.” She pulled the jeans away from his body and threw them into the cart then turned back towards the rack to find some other styles. The nerves in her back tingled as they warned her that Soobin still stood just behind her and seemed to move closer to her.

She felt a pressure on her shoulder and turned her head to find Soobin’s chin resting on her, a cute round smile on his face with small divots in his cheek. “I’m done.” He explained simply, enjoying the sweet smell of coconut that wafted from her.

“Oh, okay.” She glanced in the other direction, unintentionally shoving her hair in his face as she observed the cart to see it nearly full. She turned back to him when he pulled away to sniffle his nose from the feathery touch of her brown hair. “Well, help me find the others and we’ll go to the fitting rooms.”

Soobin went to retrieve Taehyun while Lily looked around for signs of the independent doberman. She found him at the far end of the men’s department with a hefty pile of solid dark and white fabrics slewed over his shoulder. She pushed the cart as she approached him, “Hey, we’re going to try things on. You ready?” She asked, waiting for him to look up at her.

He shrugged, “I don’t need to try anything.”

She acknowledged the sizes he went through were much larger. “Are you sure? These are gonna be pretty big.”

He didn’t respond, simply throwing the pile of his things in the small compartment of the cart that allowed small children to sit. He moved past her and walked towards the others without another word. Lily gapped like a fish, still adjusting to his mannerisms. “What about pants?” She called out, following after him.

After convincing Jungkook to at least try on some bottoms and getting Rose’s help to judge, the women waited patiently as the three hybrids changed in the dressing room. Lily leaned on the handles of the cart while Rose leaned her hip against the front with her foot resting on the undercarriage. The younger woman was scrolling through her phone, hoping to pass the time while waiting between changes.

“Come out when you have clothes on!” Lily announced as she grew wary of the amount of time it took for them to change. Suddenly, Jungkook’s door opened to reveal him in nothing but a fitting pair of gray sweatpants with his bare chest glaring under the fluorescent lights of the thrift store. The girl's eyes went wide in surprise as he stood proudly half-naked for the other shoppers to witness his impressive physique.

Rose’s eyes traveled over the plains of his body, roaming over the peaks of his muscles before she snapped back to cover the view of his naked body with the palm of her hand. “Where the hell is your shirt?”

Lily cringed, “JK, you gotta keep your shirt on.” She moved across and gestured him back inside as Soobin and Taehyun emerged in their new outfits. The hybrids were acutely aware of the increase in the women’s heart rates as Lily tried to conceal Jungkook’s virtue. He simply smirked at the others before going back into the fitting room, thrilled by the attention he received from the two women, specifically the more difficult sister.

Soobin whined in his throat when the girls seemed distracted by Jungkook but was happy when the noise he made turned their stares in his direction. Lily stepped back for a better look at the pair and was weirdly in awe of the simple styles that seemed to suit them almost perfectly. Taehyun was wearing a thin striped shirt, jeans, and a dark jacket thrown over his shoulders, which flattered him. Soobin was in a plain t-shirt with jeans, but Lily couldn’t deny that the simple fabrics complemented his handsome features. He didn’t need anything vibrant to make him stand out.

“Tae, I love the stripes on you. It’s such a vibe.” Rose complimented wholeheartedly. The younger hybrid beamed with excitement before dashing into the fitting room to try another outfit. Rose giggled at his actions, appreciating how easygoing he was compared to Jungkook.

“Is this good?” Soobin asked, seeking the same praise Taehyun received. Rose didn’t have much of an opinion since the outfit was pretty simple.

Lily seemed to snap out of her trance and smiled reassuringly. “Yeah, you look great.” He returned the expression, his divots reappearing before he went back into the fitting room as well. Once he was gone, Rose looked at Lily expectantly and cleared her throat. When they met each other’s gaze, she spoke. “You are so obvious.” She chuckled as her sister’s eyes grew wide with accusation.

“Shut the hell up.” Lily huffed with a roll of her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. Rose only laughed harder when her sister became defensive by her statement.

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After the hybrids settled on a few outfits to wear regularly and some other necessities, the dysfunctional family returned home. Lily ordered a variety of pizza pies since their fridge was empty from the three garbage disposals that moved in. Rose nestled herself into the corner of the sectional, clicking through all the streaming services to pick a movie. After a monotonous search, the girls settled on showing the boys a scary movie. Rose hoped to see the reactions of Jungkook with her fingers crossed for him to be scared by the movie.

Lily sat on the opposite side of the sectional with her feet resting on the chaise while Taehyun cuddled up next to her, resting his head on her so that she could massage his scalp with her fingertips. Soobin sat in the middle of Taehyun and Rose while Jungkook hugged the far end of the couch, keeping a distance from the others. The movie began and everyone settled into their spots, letting their bodies sink into the cushions as the tension in the movie slowly grew more intense.

Soobin and Taehyun were on edge as the movie progressed while Jungkook seemed unphased. A particular scene was playing out the intense music that led off to a jump scare, the bass rumbling through the speakers and shaking the core of the audience. Taehyun clung to Lily as he watched the movie curiously, exceedingly suspicious of what awaited them just around the corner of the dim hallway the actor was creeping through.

DING DONG!

Taehyun yelped at the sound of the doorbell as Soobin and Jungkook snarled in the direction of the front door, their defenses on high alert from the lingering scent just beyond the entrance. “Oh, pizza’s here!” Lily pulled away from Taehyun, skipping towards the door to greet the delivery driver. The hybrids watched intently as she briefly thanked the driver before walking back towards the kitchen to place the thin boxes of pizza on the counter. “Come get it!”

Rose paused the movie as the men rapidly jumped from the couch with excitement. They inhaled the scent of the food, letting their mouths drool from the delicious taste as Lily handed them paper plates. She ordered various toppings since it was their first time trying pizza and she only hoped they enjoyed it as much as any other person. Jungkook stacked slice after slice on his plate, creating a small tower before dashing off to the couch to begin eating his food. Soobin and Taehyun followed Rose’s lead of taking two slices at a time with the promise of having seconds if they were still hungry for more.

Lily waited last to grab her pieces of the pie before joining the others back in the living room. Rose resumed the movie while they ate and then watched intently to see the reactions of the hybrids as they encountered the flavors of the pizza. Lily chuckled as she watched Jungkook devour the food on his plate unapologetically, assuming that he seemed to enjoy the taste even just a little. Soobin shyly bit into his food, chewing thoroughly to divulge and savor the mixture. Taehyun’s eyes were large with wonder as he enjoyed his first piece before excitedly scarfing down the rest.

The girls watched the hybrids happily enjoy their meals, imagining the rapid wag of their tails if they were in their dog form. After they finished eating, the movie ended and Rose clicked on the suggested title that showed up during the credits, indulging in another movie for their first official night together. While she wasn’t completely on board with the idea of being the caregiver of three grown hybrids, she wanted to at least make living there as painless as possible by keeping them busy.

Jungkook was mindlessly watching the movie, unbothered by the jump scares of the scenes when he began to smell a swirl of sweetness suffocating his senses. He inhaled the scent deeper, trying to pinpoint the delicious scent only to realize it was coming from just next to him. Rose’s usual floral cream smell was heightened by the hint of sugar as her body prepared itself for fertilization. His mind was hazy with lustful intent as vivid images of filling her with his seed became ingrained in his brain.

Rose was only partially paying attention to the movie as she scrolled through social media on her phone. She laughed to herself at a meme her friend shared before feeling the cushions around her sink from a shift in weight. She glanced up, startled to find Jungkook and Soobin leaning in close. “Um, excuse me. Back up.” Her eyebrows furrowed as she pushed Jungkook’s face from getting any closer.

“You smell good.” Soobin whispered from deep in his diaphragm, the sound similar to a growl as his being dripped with need from the intoxicating scent.

Lily glanced over from the small whispers that distracted her from her movie, surprised to see the two hybrids literally cornering her sister. “What are you guys doing?” Her voice was harsh, uncomfortable with the predatory look in Jungkook’s eyes as he stared her sister down.

Taehyun lifted his head from her lap, catching a whiff of the sweet smell drifting from Rose. “She’s ovulating.” He stated, trying to blow the scent from his nose to avoid getting heated from her smell.

Rose was shocked by Taehyun’s statement, the hovering presence of Soobin and Jungkook finally clicking as she realized they had ill intentions for her affections. “Oh my god! Are you kidding me?” She abruptly got up from the couch, pushing past the two offending men to break free from their intensity. She glared at her sister, “I can’t believe you brought home these horny mongrels. I’m going to my room, where I’m safe.”

Rose made a statement by slamming her bedroom door before catapulting herself on the bed and burying herself under the duvet to hide from her new reality. In her makeshift tent, she pulled out her phone as the bright light illuminating the screen projected over the fabric of her sheets and tapped on Taehyung’s contact. She needed to vent and she clearly couldn’t do that with her sister, the root of her problems, so she reached out to her dear friend from class.

“Hello?” His deep voice instantly soothed her as she pressed her ear to her phone.

She smiled as her heart leaped in her chest, “Hey. Are you busy?”

“Uh, no. Why? What’s up?” On the other end of the phone call, he tucked the device between his shoulder and ear while he stirred his ramen noodles.

She sighed dramatically, “I’m just overwhelmed and I could use a friend.”

He smiled, biting his lip as she referred to him as a friend. He loved that in her time of need, she thought to reach out to him. “What’s bothering you?” He quietly stole a sip of his broth, waiting for her response.

She clicked her tongue with annoyance, “My sister insisted on bringing home three dogs…and they’re not like little puppies. They’re large, full-grown dogs.” She strategically emphasized her words to convey the weight of the situation.

“Wow, three. That is a lot…Where did she find them?” He asked, curious about the abrupt presence of three dogs in his classmate's life.

Rose felt a small pang of guilt as she remembered their story about their previous home. “She found them abandoned on the road.”

Taehyung felt a sadness in the pit of his stomach as he was a lover of animals. “Oh, that’s terrible. It’s nice that she took them in, but if it’s too much she should take them to the shelter.”

Rose knew they couldn’t. “Yeah, but she’s already attached.” She pressed the pads of her fingers to her temple, “Honestly, there’s only one that’s a problem, but I know she won’t get rid of him.” “Oh?”

“Yeah, he’s a doberman. He doesn’t listen to me, like at all.” She huffed, causing a small laugh to escape Taehyung’s lips from the speaker of the phone. “It’s not funny. He’s such a brat.”

Despite the annoyance in her voice, Taehyung imagined a cute pout on her lips as she spoke and he couldn’t take her seriously. “Sorry, I don’t mean to laugh. You just sound cute when you’re mad.” She rolled her eyes in response and sarcastically laughed. He settled his laughter and spoke up again, “Well, if you ever need to escape the beasty, we can always go out together.”

He froze as he realized how that might have sounded and panicked as he waited for her interruption. Rose bit her lip, her cheeks feeling flush with the idea of going on a date with the ever-handsome Taehyung. “Go out?” She probed, hoping he might ask her on a proper date.

He stumbled and cleared his throat, “Yeah, you know, hang out.” He quickly clarified, avoiding the possible rejection.

Her shoulders dropped and she was glad that she wasn’t talking to him in person to see her disappointment. She swallowed her emotions, “Oh yeah. That would be great.” She hummed a little unsure of what else to say and settled on calling it a night. “Thanks for letting me vent, but I should head to bed. Talk to you later.” Taehyung shared the same sentiments before they wished each other a good night. Rose sighed as she pressed the ‘end call’ button and let her phone drop from her hand. She smothered her face into the plush of her mattress cover, “Fuck my life.”

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