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thereceptioniststyles · 2 months

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Stolen Glances

Harry.

His name echoed in my mind, a constant presence that refused to let me sleep. I was consumed by an insatiable curiosity about him. When would our paths cross? What did he really look like? Did he possess the necessary skills to excel as a receptionist? These questions may have seemed trivial, but little did I know that Harry would become the catalyst for the destruction of my entire existence.

The days crawled by, each one dripping with mounting anticipation. I found it nearly impossible to concentrate, the mere thought of his imminent arrival sending shivers down my spine. And yet, fate had a cruel twist in store for me. Our meeting would not unfold as I had envisioned. No, it would be the other way around.

I parked my car on the desolate street, my hands trembling as I rummaged through my purse in search of my employee badge. The frigid air bit at my fingers, numbing them to the bone, making it a challenge to locate the badge amidst the chaos within my bag. After what felt like an eternity, I finally grasped it, only to have my nerves intensify as I hastened my pace down the pavement. The weight of the unknown bearing down on me.

I arrived at the entrance of the imposing building, the echo of my footsteps drowned out by the sound of my racing heart. With a trembling hand, I swiped my ID card, granting myself access to the enigmatic realm that awaited me. As I stepped inside, my eyes were immediately drawn to the reception desk where two girls engaged in animated conversation, their attention seemingly fixated on a phone call, undoubtedly scheduling an appointment. And then, it happened. Our gazes collided. Him.

Harry was nothing like the image I had constructed in my mind. In my fantasies, he was a polished intellectual, a charming nerd of sorts. But reality shattered my illusions. I stood there, rooted to the spot, utterly stupefied. Callie had not been exaggerating when she spoke of his attractiveness.

He was breathtaking. His dark hair cascaded in gentle waves, as though meticulously crafted to caress his forehead with effortless grace. His eyes, oh those piercing green eyes, possessed an intensity that could penetrate the very walls of my soul. His skin, concealed beneath a rolled-up button-down shirt, hinted at a fair complexion tinged with a subtle tan. And there, just beneath the cuff, tantalizing glimpses of inked artistry teased my hungry eyes.

My heart threatened to burst through my ribcage, its erratic beats echoing in my ears like a war drum. I prayed fervently that he hadn't caught me in the act of staring, my gaze fixated on him like a moth drawn to a flame. With trembling hands, I gathered my belongings, desperate to appear composed as I scurried towards my desk. I cast my eyes downward, then upward, anywhere but in his direction. I struggled to regain my focus, but it was an uphill battle. The world around me seemed to freeze, time grinding to a halt while my palms grew clammy with nervous perspiration.

As clients checked out and appointments were booked, I threw myself into the tasks at hand, a whirlwind of activity to distract myself from the magnetic pull of Harry's presence. I rushed to answer the phone, offering assistance to the person on the other end of the line. I did everything in my power to keep my hands and mind occupied, until I reached a point where distraction was futile.

One girl was engrossed in a phone call, another on her lunch break, and suddenly it was just Harry and me. I stole glances in his direction, catching glimpses of him, absorbed in learning the intricacies of the computer system. I could feel his eyes on me too, a magnetic connection that sent shivers down my spine. I silently thanked myself for taking the extra time to primp and preen, unwilling to appear anything less than presentable in his presence. After all, a guy like him, he was practically divine.

Suddenly, a voice shattered the cacophony of conflicting thoughts that had been swirling in my mind. The sound of his chair wheels sliding across the floor reverberated through the air, drawing my attention towards him.

"Hi," Harry's voice was a soft whisper, sending an electric current coursing through my veins. "I'm Harry."

In those few words, I felt a primal surge of wildness coursing through my being. It was as if my very essence had been awakened, ready to unleash an untamed, feral side of myself that I never knew existed.

The desire coursing through my veins was insatiable, an all-consuming fire that threatened to consume me whole. I longed to tear through any obstacle that stood between us, to claw my way to him and feel the strength of his arms, hidden beneath those rolled-up sleeves. My heart yearned to devote itself entirely to him, to become a willing sacrifice at the altar of his presence. In that moment, he was a god, and I was but a mere mortal, ready to surrender myself to his whims.

I nodded, my head barely moving, as if I were in a trance. I paused, gathering my thoughts for a fleeting moment, before slowly lifting my gaze to meet his. His emerald eyes bore into the depths of my soul, capturing my very essence in their hypnotic gaze.

"I'm Ayla," I whispered, my voice barely audible. I kept my introduction brief, fully aware of the potential to make a complete fool of myself. I had to tread carefully, to consider my every word and action in his presence.

A smile played at the corners of his lips, a mischievous glint in his eyes, as he extended his hand towards me, an invitation for a handshake. My hand trembled as it found its place within his, our palms meeting in a delicate clasp. A surge of electricity surged through me, setting my entire body ablaze.

"So, do you enjoy this job?" Harry inquired, his voice laced with genuine curiosity and a thick British accent. I nodded, a silent affirmation of my satisfaction.

"Yeah, it's fun. It has its ups and downs, but then again, what job doesn't?" I replied, attempting to maintain composure despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling within me.

Our eyes remained locked, an unspoken connection forming between us, until our manager emerged from her office, interrupting the charged atmosphere. She was a stern, no-nonsense woman who commanded respect with every stride. Her presence was a stark contrast to the intoxicating aura that surrounded Harry.

"Ah, Harry," our manager's voice cut through the air, her tone businesslike yet friendly. "I see you've met Ayla, one of our valued team members."

Harry released my hand, reluctantly breaking our connection, and turned towards our manager. "Yes, we just had a very brief introduction," he replied, his voice betraying a hint of warmth.

"Well, Ayla," our manager addressed me, her gaze piercing. "I trust you'll show Harry the ropes and ensure he settles in smoothly."

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest as I absorbed the weight of her words. Showing Harry the ropes meant spending more time with him, delving deeper into the enchanting allure he exuded. It was an opportunity I simultaneously craved and feared.

"Of course," I managed to say, my voice steady despite the torrent of emotions threatening to overwhelm me.

"Ayla," she declared with a commanding tone, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. "Step into my office. I have a question."

I rose swiftly from my desk, relief washing over me like a cool, soothing wave. She had come to my rescue, sparing me from the torment of prolonging the conversation with him. It wasn't right for me to entertain such thoughts, especially when I had a devoted boyfriend. Though our demanding schedules kept us apart, Beck and I had been together for nearly two years, and the last thing I needed was to be consumed by thoughts of another man who seemed out of my league.

I obediently followed Callie into her office, the heavy door clicking shut behind us. She pivoted to face me, her eyes piercing into mine, as she settled into the chair across from me.

"So," she began, her voice dripping with caution and concern, "Harry is undeniably attractive, and it's no secret that everyone finds him so. But you and Harry? That's a dangerous path, Ayla. I know you have a boyfriend, but life has a way of throwing unexpected curveballs, doesn't it? Focus on your work, stay grounded, and you'll be just fine. Besides, Harry, well, he's considerably older than you, isn't he?"

I nodded, though deep inside, I was engulfed in a sea of uncertainty. How could she draw such conclusions from a mere introduction and a brief handshake? It was unprofessional of her to pry into my personal affairs, but there was a grain of truth in her words. I had Beck, my pillar of support, the one who stood by my side.

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seokmthw · 8 months

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happy birthday, idiot | kim gyuvin

⇢ pairing: gyuvin x reader

⇢ warnings: fluff, kinda enemies to lovers?, mutual crushes

⇢ word count: 668

⇢ note: happy birthday to this silly boy, and thank you to the lovely @zerobaselove for this idea. wishing gyuvin nothing but the best on his special day today <3

you sighed, glancing down at the slice of cake in your hand, it’s stupid blue icing and piped white border causing you to rethink your entire decision of even purchasing it – all he did was pester you and make it impossible to get anything done at work. you couldn’t stand him, really, so what possessed you to even consider buying him a piece of cake for his birthday, let alone spend your hard earned money on it? you weren’t entirely sure, yet there you were with it anyway.

shaking your head, you exited the elevator upon it’s ‘ding!’ and onto the floor of your office, your bag slightly slipping off of your shoulder and your grip on the cake plate weakening almost too much. thankfully, you were able to save it, aggressively adjusting your bag with a heave of your breath. it was all his fault your lunch break ended terribly and you were now almost 15 minutes late returning to your shift.

you quickly scanned your id badge and entered into the bustling office, many people standing in their friend groups and fully wrapping up their lunches. thank god your supervisor was lenient, you thought to yourself as you shuffled over to your desk, plopping down the piece of cake on his before you fully sat down. you pretended not to see the confused expression painted across his face, and instead logged back into your computer to finish up a report that was due by the end of the day.

“oh y/n~” there his voice was, in it’s annoying, sing-song tone, “you remembered?”

“pft, no. i just stole it,” you retorted, rolling your eyes at his antics. you knew this was going to happen and you knew you had that report to get done, so why on earth would you enable him? you were still searching for the answer and couldn’t come up with anything in your head, so you decided to simply press your lips into a line and zone in on your work.

a quiet chuckle erupted past his lips as he popped the plastic covering off of the container, rather loudly at that, and dug into his cake. he remained quiet, and for a brief moment you thought you were out of the woods, but this was kim gyuvin and he never understood the definition of silence. especially around you.

“i can’t believe you got me a gift,” he mused, annoyingly licking his fork clean after every single bite of the cake he took, “and in my favorite color!”

you shifted your eyes in his direction, suppressing a loud laugh at the look of the way the blue icing was staining his entire mouth. maybe this was a good idea, especially considering he had a meeting he needed to attend within the next half an hour. finally, you told him, “don’t get too ahead of yourself.”

“this cake says otherwise!” he exclaimed, a smug grin tugging at the corners of his mouth, eyes dead set on you to better gauge your reaction in an attempt to prove himself right.

you huffed quietly, this time being the one with the mischievous grin, “yeah yeah, whatever. you have icing all over your face, idiot, might want to get that cleaned up before your meeting.”

gyuvin’s eyes grew as wide as saucers in bewilderment, his fingers hurriedly swiping on his phone to open up his camera and see the damage for himself. his jaw fell slack in shock, his expression a mixture of many different emotions, “damn it, y/n, why would you do this to me?”

“nobody ever said you had to eat it now.”

“i’ll get you back for this, mark my words,” he fired. sure, gyuvin was annoying, and sure getting back at him after all of the grief he’s put you through was satisfying, but instead of retaliating back a second time, you just let him have the last word.

besides, it was his birthday, maybe you could cut him some slack.

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dmercer91 · 1 year

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ebug's sister, dm91

should i continue with this au during the off season?? summer content / hc's? lmk in my imbox or send me some hc requests!

taglist, @whenmypartysover

part one / part two /part three / part four / part five / part six / part seven / part eight / part nine

blakefriarr_

liked by _quinnhughes, jamie.drysdale and 7,238 others

blakefriarr_: facetime woes cause regular season is almost over and i'm being very brave about it (i told three of them to find a summer sport and get real good at it real fast)

roll call!

trevor just picked up the phone like that. no more questions will be answered at this time.

i called luke and he was like this'll cheer you up and then every sophomore on that hockey team made a series of unfortunate faces. he looks like he bites.

i called quinn and he was very good at advice but he also happens to have this weird sixth sense where he knows when i'm about to take a ft photo and he moves out of frame :( however, petey came in clutch and got me that lovely photo

i knew jack and nico would be together cause why wouldn't they be at this point and jack got me a very nice photo of nico being very smiley. they both proceeded to tell me that they can't just join the mlb so i can watch them play sports. was not a fan.

adam just knows me so well. he saw that i was sad and he was like look at this 👹 and then proceeded to show me his older brother knocked right out fully aware that this would be posted publicly. everyone get you a rookie (u can't take mine)

dawson also cheered me up but this is not the platform for that kind of media

view 659 comments..

jj.friar31: this is not the platform for that kind of media??????? there was media made???????? why do you continue to say these things where i unfortunately have to subject my eyeballs to reading them

→ nicohischier: i agree with jj what does that even mean y/n

→ blakefriarr_: let's just say the playoff beard will take some getting used to

→ nicohischier: oh good god okay

luca.fantilli: i thought we were friends

→ blakefriarr_: we are! this is what comes with that <3 learn to deal

_quinnhughes: not sure how i feel about petey having stole your number from my phone

→ blakefriarr_: really? i’m feeling great about it

→ blakefriarr_: also you’re very uncharacteristically early to my comments what’s going on

→ _quinnhughes: i can’t have just been on the app when you posted?

→ blakefriarr_: obviously not or i wouldn’t have asked

markestapa: i do not bite

→ blakefriarr_: you can’t prove that

→ markestapa: what if i just didn’t bite you

→ blakefriarr_: just so you could bite other people when i’m not around???? i don’t think so

nicohischier: you’re still mad i won’t try and get signed to the mlb!?

→ blakefriarr_: i thought you loved me, neeks.

→ nicohischier: sorry honey i have a family to spend time with and baseball is not really my strongest suit

→blakefriarr_: all i’m hearing is excuses

dawson1417: always a lovely surprise waiting for me when i click read more on your caption

→ blakefriarr_: you brought this upon yourself this is literally how we met

→ dawson1417: i figured it would calm down after i asked you out

→ blakefriarr_: you figured wrong

dawson1417: do you per say trust jj alone in the apartment during the off season

→ blakefriarr_: dawson.

→ dawson1417: i'm just making conversation

→ blakefriarr_: ... dawson

→ dawson1417: blake?

→ jj.friar31: don't pretend like you haven't had your two weeks notice written up since he asked you to come up to canada for a few days

→ blakefriarr_: now is not the time to be snitching james

→ dawson1417: thank you for the encouragement jj i will now bother her endlessly until she agrees

→ jj.friar31: you're doing me a favour man have you met her

→ blakefriarr_: i'm sorry i couldn't hear you over my car, my boyfriend and my id badge to get into the family lounge at the rock

trevorzegras: would you rather me have not picked up

→ blakefriarr_: if you ever send me to voicemail i'm taking jamie hostage

→ trevorzegras: that's what i thought (take his guitar with him)

→ blakefriarr_: (no)

ryangraves27: my picture didn't make it in /th

→ blakefriarr_: /th???!?!?!?!?!??!??!?!? / THREAT?!?!?!?!? WHY ARE YOU THREATENING ME GRAVY

→ ryangraves27: you said i should use tone indicators /nm

→ blakefriarr_: why would you even be mad at me to BEGIN with

→ ryangraves27: idk /a

→ blakefriarr_: awh

_eliaspettersson: i'm stealing you from quinn

→ _quinnhughes: no you are not

→ blakefriarr_: @/_eliaspettersson hide in his suitcase when he comes down to jersey you can have jj's room

→ jj.friar31: no he cannot

→ blakefriarr_: 🍃

→ jj.friar31: he's welcome any time

→ _eliaspettersson: did you just threaten him

→ blakefriarr_: yeah :)

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#ebug’s sister series !#dawson mercer #dawson mercer x reader #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #new jersey devils

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blankdblank · 7 months

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Cider

The universe seemed to be plotting against you today. Phone didn’t charge overnight after a storm killed the power through the night, so you missed your alarm and woke up to your neighbor pounding on the door after your jerk of a boss tipped an intern $20 who called everyone in your building on their intercoms nonstop until they got you up. The power shut off so the dryer didn’t finish drying your clothes so now you’re in a slightly itchy pantsuit in bright fuchsia of all colors gifted to you as part of a bridal party a few years back. All on the first day of fall when you usually break out your still damp spooky themed but professional work dresses. Nearly late for the train the handle of your bag was just hanging on by threads and you stabbed your finger stitching it back into place with your emergency sewing kit.

You hoped to at least enjoy a cider on the way into work but here you crouched taking a five minute sob break in an alley when some jerk power walking with his briefcase whacked you in the ribs and you dropped everything including your favorite drink and had to gasp for air like a suffocating fish for a few moments. Sure a stranger helped you up but you were certain they also stole your favorite pen out of your pocket but left the ratty pocket journal you’d been trying to lose for weeks now but kept finding its way back to you.

Blind totally in your own misery to notice the slip of another thief aiming to take your bag not so snuggly pressed underneath your knees. As well as the bottle cap tossed from a fire escape above that hit the thief in the head snapping his eyes wide as saucers when he saw Batman and Superman both standing there allowing the miserable stranger a moment to resettle themselves. On his heel the thief turned to sprint away and the pair continued to sit quietly, Superman using his X-ray vision to peer through your bag and the cup now tossed into an open trash can along the wall to see what you had ordered.

Up onto your feet you rose after collecting yourself. Hastily out of your bag a foldable compact was used to check your face and hasty eye shadow and liner job for the top eyelid that was the only hint of spooky spirit done while on the train. Then shut to be put away so you could now try not to break both ankles sprinting across three blocks of gridlock traffic and surely some hoods of parked cars to get to work unreasonably late.

Superman named your place of business off your ID badge, and after he’d checked on social media off the notifications on your phone inside of your bag he found a trend of friends from afar hoping for an update on your first day of your favorite season. Batman was hasty to go and hide himself to change inside the Batmobile he parked stealthily and strolled as Bruce Wayne into your work place to demand to see your boss right away.

Superman however with a check of his own found the best shop for the task all the way in Japan, bought a dress, some detergent. And in the blink of an eye inside a sink nearby was able to scrub the dress and then soar off towards the sun for a three second dry circle of the powering red star that gave him just enough energy to blast himself back down to Earth. To be just a sliver impatient to have the cider he had placed inside of a thermos cup the coffee shop you had just come from, with a black cat in a poofy pumpkin hat on it they washed for the task, so that when he flew off to your workplace it would still be hot. Right inside a window free side office Bruce was now bribing a worker to guide you into when you arrived he left the drink and dress then turned to soar off. Mere seconds passed and a lone peach rose was carefully cradled to be settled beside the gifts and a note that there was another surprise upstairs for you that he signed from a secret admirer.

“I’ve been told to show you to office H, that one.” A man from the front desk said just about as in shock who paid him to do so as about what you were wearing so out of pattern. You tried to step to the side and he pointed to the office making you huff, “Please, just go in there.”

“If I’m being fired I want to be fired at my desk!” You tried to argue and he shook his head.

“No firing, not from Mr Glump, someone else wanted you in there. Can’t say who, don’t ask me, just, they paid me 30 bucks to get you to go in there.”

“If there’s anything like a bucket of blood or a pie in my face in there I am going to be in the noon news, just know that! And I’m saying you’re my accomplice!”

He chuckled and said, “Nothing like that, just careful of the hinge and the ac, door’s been doing a weird wobble and there was this huge gust of cold air a bit ago. You really don’t need a rats nest on top of that outfit.” He said with a supportive tone seeing how frustrated you were.

“My power shut off last night and my spooky stuff didn’t dry.” You huffed and turned to storm like a toddler into the supposedly gusty wonky door having office.

No harder than normal the door eased open and closed after you entered and was about to turn in a circle unamused only to drop your bag covering your mouth to not squeak in shock at a dress you had been searching for patterns online to try and make yourself from the brand you adored but couldn’t afford and an adorable thermos you dropped your hands and hurried over to without realizing it. Just a whiff of the drink inside and freshly laundered dress drew tears to your eyes that obscured the note that wished you a great start to your spooky season and shared there was another surprise upstairs. You didn’t have to have any suggestion to get out of this outfit and the guy from the desk when he had come to check on you ducked inside to help you change real quick and ball up the pantsuit to dispose of himself at the sight of you in full seasonal splendor.

Arms loaded up with the gifts and rose tucked safely into the top of your bag upstairs you went, now a bit more confident and curiously excited thanks to a sip of the drink some admirer had left for you that you honestly would die happy even if it was poisoned inside the elevator. The doors did open though and even from across the floor you could see Bruce Wayne talking to your boss, both who turned to watch you cross the floor.

“Miss Pluto, don’t you look festive.” Bruce said pleasantly and said, “I think I’ve earned the right to give the good news, I need a great mind like you at my company. Been searching for ages to head a new branch that has been floundering without a strong backbone to the team.”

“But, I don’t have the experience,” you parroted back the same excuse in a broken whisper that you had heard from five companies before this one took you three levels lower than your degrees should have granted you access to.

“Well you’re about to get some. Surely over qualified for record auditing and number crunching other people’s design ideas for budgeting outlines.” He answered confidently, “My car’s downstairs you start five times your salary here. Even brought you a box,” off the desk to his side he lifted a box you managed to take hold of as well to blankly carry to your waiting desk to fill up your belongings between numerous glances their way. His grin lingered the entire time, even when he walked you back to the elevator. Inside which you got to see the reflection of the dumbstruck look on your face. “Should let you know the job is a fair distance from your place you live at now so Wayne Corps will rent you a place close by and will pay the move costs for helping me out of this bind.”

“Is this hell?” You asked now looking up at him and turning his head now with a dumbstruck look of his own. “I got hit by a bus or something and now I’m doomed to live the day I never got to finish but there’s some big trick of a trap at the end, right?”

That had him laugh and extend a hand that had been resting in the bar behind him to pat you on the shoulder. “You are most certainly not dead, can’t say this place must resemble hell by my guess. But no, no trick, no trap. My assistant actually went to school with you, Rebecca Rope.”

“Oh yay, she keyed my scooter thinking selling a muffin to her professor of a boy toy meant I tried to bed him after I beat her for top thirty of the class.”

He nodded, “Find a new assistant, adding that to the list.”

“What?” You asked and he nodded his head to the side when the doors opened again.

“Keeps hassling me about my pocket squares and my ties, been meaning to have a talk with her. I can move her to Buckley’s floor, he could use a wardrobe overhaul and is just enough of a slug she’ll have to focus on her job. Can’t tell you how many meetings I keep missing since I hired her.” The end of the sentence accented with a smile your way.

“Did they fire you?!” The front desk guy practically shouted across the lobby and Bruce looked at you.

“Friend of yours?” Bruce asked and you gave a questioning nod and shrug combination. Then looked to the guy asking, “Want a new job?”

“Hell yes!” The guy said taking off his name tag to hurry across the lobby to accept the card Bruce offered him.

“Email your resume to that address and take the day off. Have you the details by two and you start tomorrow.” Out of the building Bruce guided you to his waiting sports car where he accepted your box to put inside the trunk on his way around the car he’d opened the door for you to climb into and closed when you’d gotten in. Not a minute later after a few grins for the people who snapped a few pictures on their phone of him he got in himself and turned over the engine to drive you across town sharing all the information of the new job. All the while he had a grin on his face seeing you cradle and gently spin the rose his friend gave you between your fingertips now your thermos was settled into one of the cup holders between sips you timed to not scald yourself on the still hot drink.

“Did you..?” You asked when he parked inside the parking garage he drove you to joined to his company. The timid tone had his smile widen and he shook his head.

“No. Someone far warm hearted and kinder than me sent that. And if I can spoil something a bit,” he said at your timid nod. Leaning in an inch to help you undo the seatbelt you’d had trouble putting on as so many of his pretend dates did since buying this extravagant took to play to his playboy reputation for the press, “I would say there are a few more surprises to come from that warm hearted admirer of yours.”

“So,” awkwardly you eased your arm out of the belt continuing to ask your main focus and not why he’d undone your belt for you, “Do they work here?”

“Nope,” he answered with his grin still in place.

“But you know who it is?”

“Yes.” And he nodded his head to the door behind you, “Let’s go meet your new team.” Climbing out himself for you to follow and head to the trunk when you’d carefully shut your door to ask him, “So, you know who it is, and they don’t work here, did they put you up,”

“Nope.” He cut you off closing the trunk in a settle of your box against his side. “And you won’t get their name out of me. Noticed you were way overqualified where as the head of this department is not very qualified at all. It’s just your lucky day.” Around you he walked and you let out a squeaking puff of air.

“Oh it most certainly is not.” You said widening his smile as you followed after him and most of your things and you tucked your rose back safely into your bag.

“If you say so.” He replied when he got to the elevator to press the button there to call it to that floor. All day it seemed to be like something out of a dream. Two hours meeting the team and then the next three looking at virtual showings of listings nearby then four physical trips until you decided on the place Wayne Corps booked movers to help you pack and move this weekend so you could start next Monday. With a half week’s pay already printed in a check Bruce signed without so much as a flinch at the staggering amount after nearly blowing you over by saying he was paying the place outright for two years in your name so you wouldn’t have to worry about rent after swapping jobs so swiftly.

Back atop your bed you stared at the bank app on your phone warning to log you out for inaction only to drop the phone entirely and painfully at the corner onto the top of your foot due to the intercom buzz triggered flinch your body gave at the startling sound. Once again you double checked the app and shut off the display of the phone you fumbled off the ground into your hand again to carry with you on your hobbled path to the door to see who it was.

“Who is it?”

“Flower delivery.”

“Flowers?” You asked yourself and buzzed them up to soon be at your one seater table of a waist high bookshelf staring at the flower arrangement that hah another note in the same hand writing inviting you to dinner and a sleepover the next night.

Nervous beyond words you entered a place you knew like the back of your hand. Only to go the one place you were restricted, the private dining floor the rich and exclusive had booked for well into the reach of eternity and beyond every time you tried to just get a quote of what a night inside the best museum in town, and in your mind the world.

The whale shark shaped sleeping bag you rarely had the chance to use had been handed over same as your bag of necessities when you’d passed through those elusive doors. People you justifiably shouldn’t recognize, the rest of the Justice League, minus Bruce, all out of their armor, filled the rest of the tables in pretend couples or groups to ensure your date had the best shot with privacy amongst his closest friends. The one person alone, spectacle, cotton shorts, cow slipper and flannel clad sizeable but slightly hunched wall of a man gave you a timid grin with peach rose in hand to signal he was your date.

“Hello, thank you for showing and saving me from spending the night alone with this bunch.” He said sweetly widening your grin as you reached out to accept the rose from his extended hand.

“Same hat,” you felt yourself saying aloud and not just in your head at the matching baggy flannel you had on to go over some comfy sweatpants you tugged up to your knees. The strict no heels or fancy dress dress code rule to the night granted you a slightly frightening chance to show off your pj’s and Marvin the Martian head slippers to a complete stranger inside a room of strangers. “I, mean, I’m not exactly the person people picture when saving people comes to mind.”

Widely he smiled at you only making your heart beat faster than it already was and offered a hand, “Same here. Clark Kent.” Into his hands yours rested without pause and he felt your pulse jolt even faster.

“Clark Kent?!” You questioned loudly stirring a few subtle glances your way to see how this blind date might turn depending on how you knew their friend they’d be down to burst out of here if need be to spare him an awful night. “Writer of the piece on when Lex Luthor tried to buy off the train companies and set off that near catastrophic day trains started raining from the sky, Clark Kent?!”

Instantly he was blushing and stammered out of his widening smile, “I, yes..”

“I have all your stories in a notebook in my bag! How you haven’t won any awards over that Lane lady is beyond me! You write circles around her! I mean what does a guy have to do to get some recognition around this town, slap on a primary colored suit of armor and stop an atomic spaceship aimed at the planet?!” Awkwardly he chuckled in the ease of your hand out of his loosening grip so he could fidget with his glasses and sleeves only making his friends fight harder to not smile dumbly at this twist of the evening. “I wrote so many letters because of that last award, if they don’t name you for the Jupiter award in two months I will be on the news striped shirt, fake mustache and all stealing that statue and engraving your name onto the side of their damn building over Lane’s.”

“I’ll do my best to forget you said that to help your alibi.”

“Oh they’re not catching me, I know some people and places to send it to they won’t ever find it.” Green Lantern took a big swig of his drink to cover the cough he gave to conceal his chortle at what you said while a few others took their own measures of tries to distract themselves to keep from reacting loudly to spoil things.

Feeling hotter than the sun his face was still slightly red as Clark cleared his own throat to joke, “Well, all of this, off the record, very touching. Have to say it’s the nicest thing I’ve heard all week. Thank you, I just, thank you.”

“Well you are very much welcome Mr Kent, don’t know how I managed to get a second of your attention, but at least I get to put a face to a name if you change your mind come sunrise.”

Again he chuckled at your ease up into the empty seat meant for you, “Oh I’d just bribe Bruce to have Superman turn the Earth the other way to keep the sun from coming up. Heaven knows Bruce has him on speed dial having been kidnapped so often.”

For how cocky that must have sounded in his head mid internal panic it was too much to say the quick giggle you tried to clear your throat to stop before you turned into a giggling mess had his worries ease. Then even more when you joked back, “I’m sure the man in the cape is not going to jump at Bruce Wayne snapping his fingers or smirking his way.”

“No,” Clark chuckled out, “But, for letting me have an incredible night with you, he just might be tempted to break a few rules and let Bruce be the hero.”

“Bruce Wayne couldn’t help himself out of a paper bag, not sure how he’s some big corporate genius at all for how often he plays damsel, no wonder some of his departments are in shambles.” Clark chuckled again. And let the shift to the evening ahead at the final headcount for the tables had the doors locked take the conversation with it as the men in charge named the first snack course. That would lead into a quick tour of a special area of the museum heavily detailed beyond the usual tours that would be followed by the start of a five course five star meal. The entire time he could feel his skin tingle with excitement for every elated comment from your smaller but just as museum enthusiastic self that he almost wasn’t able to get to sleep in his shark shaped sleeping bag so he could wake up for the following breakfast and next leg of the tour ending in a trip to the gift shop.

“You free this weekend?” You started to ask but cut him off when his mouth opened, saying as it dawned upon you again. “No. I’m moving this weekend, um…”

That had him chuckle and he said, “How about dinner, Tuesday, somewhere reasonable and not an overnight date so you can get back to your own bed afterwards?” Adding on as a joke afterwards, “Eventually I’ll earn my way up to a brunch.”

“Dinner sounds like fun, but careful Mr Kent. You might slip up and find yourself sharing a breakfast with me one day.” Awkwardly again he chuckled and watched you turn to head to the bus that was aimed at the bus stop on the corner.

“I don’t have your number.”

“Oh I’m certain you could flag down Superman and have him shake it loose from Bruce Wayne since you all seem to be in cahoots.” Again he chuckled, not just at the joke but you muttering under your breath in question of what you’d said, “Cahoots?”

“I just might do that.” He called out catching your grin his way in the turn to head back to your seat once you’d climbed into the bus.

The group behind him waited for the bus to pull away and Aquaman inched over to subtly ask in a low tone, “You really don’t have her number?”

“Bruce said he’d send me a copy, wanted to get it from her myself.” Making the fellow hero beside him chuckle in amusement of Clark’s lingering grin.

“Then you just might want to hurry and go find your cape,” Hawkman teased. “Letting her walk away like that.”

“Oh I’m working on a plan,” Clark hummed in a turn to head for his parked car in the garage nearby.

Come the day you moved in though an odd set of winds for the couple hours after the moving crew left and you tried to settle everything ended to a knock on your balcony door. Instantly every inch of you tried to leap into panic mode. And still the first to die in a horror film side of you still turned and about melted to jelly at the layer of shark plushies across the blanket weighed down by pumpkin themed candles out underneath the stars.

“What?” You squeaked to yourself in a move closer to let yourself out onto the balcony and find the business card there. Out from underneath one of the pumpkins you curiously lifted what looked to be Bruce Wayne’s business card that you turned over in hand and giggled to yourself seeing Clark Kent’s name and phone number.

As many as you could carry you lifted the plushies to get them safe inside only to see in paint across the blanket. ‘Just in case you need a wingman for Jupiter Awards night, I’ll bring my own mustache’ all around a fake mustache taped there that had you start to giggle, on the other side of which was a number labeled for emergencies.

More than a bit tipsy and fumbling for your phone inside a far too small to be troublesome clutch purse hooked on a strap to your elbow you teetered to the edge of the dock where a yacht had been parked. A sight that had Bruce still aboard in the middle of a flock of models bring out his phone to whisper a message to his capes friend in a dove second call nobody could link to anyone but the name ‘Butler4’.

Wind once again kicked up behind you urging your body to dumbly turn and glide your heels right off the end of the dock. No source of the wind was seen by your now wide eyed self that within seconds was swept up safe and secure in the arms of Superman who kept his newly named girlfriend, who he couldn’t attend an evening event on the water with as he had to help Wonder Woman and Captain Marvel with some ladies setting man eating unicorns loose in California, flush against his chest to make you feel safe and to not panic.

Safely he landed on the balcony and helped you to bring out your keys to have him let you both in to get you safe on top of your bed. Silently and gently he helped your bubbly giggling self to take off your heels and into a warm sweater over your silk dress Bruce helped you pick to really drive home for Clark in pictures what he’d missed at the first event you’d tried to invite him to for work, of which Bruce said there’d be many.

Snuggly he tried to tuck you under the covers only to pause when you lifted both hands, fingers in rings like lenses on glasses. Even when he wished he could stammer some excuse, though lost for words he simply felt his eyes clamp shut when his body melted into the kiss you rose up to plant onto his lips. Just a few moments but enough to stop the world for years the kiss lasted, abruptly leaving him yet again in silence to the gentle stroke of your hand along his cheek to a content hum of a parting. Just a blink after sleep became the obvious goal as you’d body tucked to the side to nestle into bed under the covers he adoringly adjusted around you to make sure you kept warm.

“I’ll leave some water and an aspirin by your bed,” he finally was able to whisper at the final touch he added to your bedside table on his way to creep out, locking the balcony door behind himself only to realize halfway on the flight home he’d taken your keys with him.

“Mmm,” you grumbled and peeked out of your covers to reach for the waiting pill and water there beside your bed.

Stirring from sleep the sound of someone in your kitchen had your stiffening self spoken to lovingly, “Flapjacks and some eggs coming up. Bruce called me about your dock time, said you needed a ride.” Onto the table he’d helped you pick out a few weeks ago Clark set the food and came around the counter out of the kitchen to head to your room smiling as he had you in his sights again even with pillow indents on your face and hair half a frizzy poofed up mess.

“Bruce called you, back from Kansas, hmm.” His smile grew the closer he came to help you out of bed, but flinched when your hand rose to lift his glasses off his nose and up over his forehead. “Now I want you to be honest with me, Clarky shark, is my boss blackmailing you with this information?”

Smirking at the insinuation and adorable nickname you’d given him reminding him of your first date he hummed back playfully, “Much as I’d love to say no, I am curious what you might plan if I said yes.”

“Well, for one thing, we’re gonna need those fake mustaches again.” you hummed back in a lean in to close the distance and plant your lips onto his for a welcomed good morning.

When it ended he tenderly stroked your cheek, “Come eat breakfast.”

Shaking your head made his brow rise then fall after you said, “I told you you’d slip up and end up at breakfast with me.”

Lowly he chuckled and leaned in to steal another sweet kiss, “Yes you did, and come eat before it gets cold.”

“Well I have Superman’s number, I could just call him to turn the Earth the other way and make it warm again,” you teased and he gave you a playful growl brushing the blankets up to scoop you up into his chest again to carry you to the table. Smiling wider each step to the glide of hands around the back of his neck and lips peppering kisses to his cheek, knowing deep inside his heart he’d turn the world back a million times for countless more years with you in his arms and stolen breakfasts together.

#Superman #Batman #Extremely Bad Day #Clark Kent #Bruce Wayne #DC Comics #Spooky Season #Superman x oc #Clark Kent x oc

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crow's room, as any other room on the express, started out empty. bare walls, bare floors, bare everything. nothing to make it crow, not that he had any idea on what made crow anyways.

the first things that came were the basics in all of the express rooms (minus dan heng's): a bed, a desk with a computer, and a chair for the desk. crow's first purchase was a dresser that really served no purpose due to having barely any clothes. it still made her happy.

the others on the express offer a few things for him to fill up the room: a photo album from march that already had some photos in it, a random plant from dan heng, a coffee cup from ms. himeko, and a gundam figure from mr. yang (where did he get one?).

the next wave of things comes from belobog: an abandoned trash can she stole, a little metal statue of perkins clara had made out of scraps, the badge hook made to show he was an honorary member of the moles, a cd of serval's music along with a cd player, a box set of a shoujo manga (that came with a poster!!) pela didn't like anymore but she fell in love with, and a book of medicine from natasha.

the third wave is from the xianzhou loufu: a tile from qingque, a sword yanqing bought for him (the note it came with had the id to his secret gaming account), a protection talisman from huohuo, and some goods luocha had brought with him along with that strange coffin.

argenti gave her a rose that somehow hasn't died yet.

of course, he bought himself some stuff as well: white and gold bedsheets that resonated with the younger voice that she hears, makeup he bought the moment he could, a bunch of plushies she won at an arcade, more manga, book about philosophy he somehow understands, and more.

for some reason, crow feels like the room he has now is much more personal than the room she probably had before.

#crow of the astral express au #persona 5 #akechi goro #goro akechi #honkai star rail #astral express #belobog #xianzhou luofu #i think akechi did decorate his housing when he was under shido's thumb but it lacked personality #like he didn't want any of his likes to be used against him #so he didn't express himself #now that shido is a forgotten memory crow decorates however she wants to #she gets to express herself in a way she couldn't before #and it's so freeing to her

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radarsteddybear · 6 months

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Whumptober Day 23 - Unrecognizable

Fandom: Original Fiction (H.O.U.N.D.S.) Prompt(s): mistaken identity, "You're a liar." Rating: Teen Additional Tags: whump, hurt/comfort, friendship, found family, spy-fi, brainwashing

Bright lights burst in her eyes. Sounds came at her from all angles, seeming to whiz by in all directions. Images flashed in front of her, some familiar, but disappearing too quickly for her exhausted mind to latch on to.

Cassandra wasn’t sure when she had last slept. Or eaten. Or drunk. The last few days had been…erratic. Sure, she’d had sleep, and water, and even some food, but never enough, and not on any sort of recognizable schedule. She wasn’t even sure what time of day it was.

Cassandra wanted nothing more than to close her eyes against the dazzling light, tune out all of the chaos happening around her, and drift off into dreamland, but the stimulant she’d been injected with wouldn’t allow it.

“The images you see before you are of a top F.E.L.I.S. agent. A killer. An assassin,” a booming voice echoed around her. The words killer and assassin seemed to reverberate forever. “Your mission is to stop her from murdering her next target.”

The words and images repeated over and over. They felt like a circle: Cassandra couldn’t seem to figure out where they started or ended.

Killer.

Assassin.

Murderer.

Kill.

Killer.

Assassin.

Murderer.

Kill.

Killer.

Assassin.

Murderer.

Kill.

Kill…

***

Cassandra stood stock-still, waiting for her orders. A man in a suit stood beside her, listening to a walkie-talkie. Two uniformed men wielding machine guns stood behind them, on guard.

The walkie-talkie came to life, spilling out static and broken words. The man in the suit responded and then slipped the radio into his pocket.

“She has arrived,” he said to Cassandra. He pressed a handgun into her hand. Cassandra gave a curt nod and began to make her way to the northwest side of the island.

***

It didn’t take Cassandra long to find her target.

She hid in the bushes and the trees, tracking her as she made her way inland. Her target was observant—every snap of a twig caused her to scan the area for threats. But Cassandra hid herself well, and the target kept going.

Finally, the target stopped. She took device out of her pocket and began fiddling with it. Cassandra took the opportunity to gain the high ground by climbing up a nearby tree.

BANG!

A shot rang out. The target looked up, startled. Cassandra jumped down from the tree, tackling the target to the ground.

“Cass! Is that—what are you doing?” the target said as they grappled.

Cassandra pulled back her fist.

The target ducked out of the way and twisted out of Cassandra’s grasp. She jumped to her feet, panting.

“Cass! It’s me, Minnow!”

Cassandra sprang up after her and punched again. Minnow dodged.

“You know me! It’s Minnow! Your partner!”

No, that couldn’t be right. Minnow was her friend, her partner, not the assassin standing before her.

“You’re a liar.” Cassandra raised her gun.

Minnow’s eyes widened. “Cass, wait—”

Cassandra pulled the trigger, and Minnow hit the ground. Then she fumbled for her wallet.

“Look! Here’s my ID. My driver’s license, my H.O.U.N.D.S. badge.” She staggered to her feet as she held them out to Cassandra.

Cassandra glanced at them. “You stole those.”

The target gaped. “I did not!” she said. “You can see photos. It’s me!”

Cassandra scoffed. “You don’t look anything like those pictures.”

“What are you—”

Cassandra raised the gun again. The target grabbed her wrist and forced it up, sending a bullet into the sky and Cassandra toppling to the ground. The target held her down with one hand while wrenching the gun away and tossing it out of reach with the other.

“Look at me! Really look at me! I don’t know what you’re seeing, but—” The target’s eyes shone with…tears? “You have to look past that!”

Cassandra’s head swam. It was as if she were seeing double, the image of the target in front of her competing with the image of Minnow stored in her brain. Cassandra blinked hard, trying to shoo the image of Minnow away, but when she opened her eyes, it was stronger than ever.

The target released her hold on Cassandra and sat back. Cassandra sat up and brought her hand to her head, trying to steady herself.

“Cass?” the target said softly. “Are you ok?”

When Cassandra opened her eyes again, the image of the target was gone. It was just Minnow sitting before her, worry painted on her face.

“What—?” Cassandra said. She felt like her mind was grasping at straws. “How—?”

Minnow breathed a sigh of relief. “You back with me?”

“Yeah, I—I think so,” Cassandra said.

Minnow stood and pulled Cassandra up after her. “Are you ok?” she asked again.

Cassandra nodded as they began to walk. “It was so strange. You looked like you the whole time, but my mind was telling me that you were someone completely different.”

“Fascinating.”

“Except at the end, there. Then I was sort of seeing…two of you? Except one was you and the other was Not You.”

“But both looked the same?”

“I think so?”

“Wow,” Minnow said. “I’d love to be able to do research about that one.”

“I don’t think that’s ethical,” Cassandra said.

“Yeah,” Minnow agreed. “At least I’ll have your psych workup to look through.”

Cassandra groaned. “That is the last thing I want to do after all of this.”

“Lucky for you, we’ve got to figure out what F.E.L.I.S. is doing on this island first,” Minnow said.

“Oh! That!” Cassandra said. She started patting her pockets. “I’ve got the notes on that somewhere…”

“Do you?” Minnow said doubtfully. “I would think F.E.L.I.S. would have taken them.”

“Right,” Cassandra said, dropping her hands to her sides. “But I still remember it. They’ve got this gambling setup going on—”

“Wait, wait, wait. F.E.L.I.S. went to all the trouble of brainwashing you to kill me, but they couldn’t make you forget what you found out?”

Cassandra paused. “Yeah, I guess so.” She shrugged. “Too bad for them that you’re not on their side.”

“I don’t think that I would be able to tolerate working with a bunch of boneheads.”

Cassandra laughed. “I don’t think you would, either,” she said. “But as I was saying…”

#whumptober2023 #no.9 #mistaken identity #you're a liar #H.O.U.N.D.S.#my Minnow #my Cass #fic #Teddy Bear writes #my OCs #whumptober #whump #hurt comfort #original post

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queen-of-deans-booty · 1 year

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LARP and the Real Girl: Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.2k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Author’s Note: I am so sorry I haven’t posted. I was sick with the flu and completely forgot about it. I will be posted both episodes now!

I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated.

LARPing is nothing like you ever expected. You thought there would be a few people in costumes fighting it out with wooden swords, but this is a whole community of people. There are tents set up, props of all kinds scattered throughout the area, and everyone either in character or off to the side taking a break.

You've never felt so out of place than right here.

Joanna is holding onto your hand and walks next to you. You don't want her going anywhere that's not by your side because no matter how innocent this may seem, it's all very creepy to you. Still, Charlie is here somewhere, and you need to talk to her. Maybe she can help you or maybe she has no clue what's going on, but you won't know until you talk to her.

Renaissance music plays at this medieval-like camp. People in costumes pretend to fight with mock weapons, a woman plays a harp, and many others talk and stroll outside tents. Colorful banners bear various crests and signs point the way to the dungeon, privies and stockade. A large banner reads "Moondoor: The Battle of Kingdoms" right as you walk in.

You come across a scene where a man with large fake ears and comedic bad teeth that you'd find at the dollar store. This man's head is in a wooden pillory, but it's not locked since this is all pretend. There is another man standing off to the side, and they talk to each other as if they are the characters they play.

"I, Boltar the Furious," the man outside the pillory says, "bind you to this stock so that all of Moondoor may see you for what you are: a thief."

"My Shadow Orc brethren will descend from the Black Hills and the tents of Moo–" The man inside the pillory pauses when his teeth fall out of his mouth.

"Uh, hold!" Boltar says.

Everyone around them relax and begin talking to themselves since they are pausing their role-playing. Boltar picks up the fallen teeth and wipes them on his clothes before placing them back into the Orc's mouth.

"Thanks, Gerry. Sorry," he says to Boltar.

"Yeah, no problem, Monty," he nods.

Once Monty fels the teeth won't fall out again, he nods to Gerry who resumes the role-playing. Everyone stops talking and snaps back into character.

"Resume!"

"And the tents of Moondoor will be bathed in blood as we unseat the queen of the Moons from the throne she stole from the rightful heir--the Shadow King. And you--"

Gerry throws a red bean bag at Monty's forehead.

"Silentium! Serve your time with honor, heathen. If you need to use the chamber pot, stomp your feet thrice."

Gery walks away, and you stare at Monty with a weird look on your face. Gerry walks past Sam and Dean, but the older Winchester stops him.

"Excuse me. Hi. You are a LARPer, yeah?"

"I prefer the term 'interactive literaturist'."

"Right. I am Special Agent Rosewood. This is Special Agent Taggart and Fry."

You three hold up your badges, and he does something that shocks you, but it doesn't seem to phase him in the slightest.

"Hold!" He puts down the hood of his costume and speaks with his everyday voice instead of his character's voice. "Um, guys, we're not doing the whole genre-mash-up thing this weekend. We only do that every third month."

"Excuse me?" you ask.

"Your fake badges and the cheap suits? It's very cool. I get it. Your characters are FBI agents that somehow traveled to Moondoor, but I'm telling you it's straight-up Moondoor this weekend."

"These aren't fake badges," Sam says.

"Yeah, they are," Gerry chuckles and grabs Sam's badge to look at it. "They're very good, but the ID number shifted to ten digits with two letters mixed in at the end of the year. The seal's from last month. It's really good work." He hands Sam his badge, and the younger Winchester quickly puts it back in his pocket. "There's a tournament this weekend, so you have to follow the rules. If there's no rules, there's chaos." He puts his hood back up and resumes the roleplay. "Resume. If you would like to join the army of Moons, the queen is always on the lookout for new squires."

"Yes. Right. Uh, we would like to see your queen now, please," Dean says, going along with his game.

"Well, the queen's calendar is booked months in advance. If you wish to witness what's in store for you in her army, her highness is overseeing new squires on the pitch as we speak."

He leads you three further into the park where there is a fight going on with fake swords. You really want to get the hell out of here, but you have a job to do, so you can't leave just yet. Your lower back is killing you the more you're on your feet, but you ignore it as much as you can.

In the middle of a gathering, there are two sword fighters wearing helmets and shiny armor. The sword of the first looks somewhat realistic while the sword of the second is wrapped in yellow foam. They fight for ten more seconds before the first one overpowers the second. The second sword fighter falls to their knees and surrenders.

"Yield! I yield!"

The sword fighter with the realistic sword takes off the helmet, and your eyes widen when you see that it's Charlie. The crowd applauses her win, but she doesn't bask in the glory for long.

"I love you," the man on his knees says.

"I know. Take your leave to my medical tent and attend to your... severed limbs."

The man gets up and leaves, and Charlie addresses the crowd, not having seen you or the brothers yet.

"Greyfox and Thargrim are missing. We pray to the Goddess that they have not fallen victim to foul play. In their absence, the honor guard's ranks are weakened. To join--" She falls quiet when she locks eyes with you, then Sam and then Dean. She knows trouble is here if you three are here, and she gulps visibly. "The queen needs some royal 'me' time. Talk amongst thyselves."

She walks briskly into her tent, and you three follow her. Dean passes by the fallen yellow foam sword and picks it up, admiring the quality of it.

"Nice balance," he chuckles.

"Dean."

"Yeah," he nods and jogs to catch up with you.

Charlie is packing her things into a bag knowing that she doesn't want to be here anymore. You're happy to see her, but she clearly isn't happy to see you three. You let go of Joanna's hand, and she runs over to the large bed and climbs on top of it where she is content playing with her toys. The tent is decorated with a rug, some small statues, lanterns, and a table with fancy chairs. A map with figurines positioned on it is on a second table. It must be her map of the land she is role-playing in.

"Charlie," you begin, but she cuts you off.

"Charlie Bradbury is dead. She died a year ago. You three killed her. My name is Carrie Heinlein. Oh, and guess what? Now you killed her, too."

"Okay, listen--"

"No, I buried myself. Then Dick Roman went down, his company belly-up, and I figured everything was okay. I got my life back. Now you're here, and if you guys are here, monsters are here. Why do I have such bad luck? What am I, some kind of monster magnet? Is there such a thing as a monster magnet?" She looks at you three with wide eyes, but as soon as Dean goes to say something, she quickly shakes her head. "You know what? Don't answer that. I don't care. What I care about is not getting my other arm broken or dying. So, I'm dropping my sword and walking off the stage, bitches." She walks to the front of the tent and places a crown on Dean's head to signal that she is done. "Have fun storming the castle."

"Charlie!" you say urgently, causing her to halt. "Greyfox and Thargrim or Ed and Lance, they're not missing. They're dead."

"What? H-How?"

"Ed was dismembered in his own home, and Lance coughed up a lung inside a locked interrogation room."

"Drawn and quartered and bleeding out? Please stop talking again," she sighs. She walks back into the tent and sets her things down to process this. "So, what do you think did this?"

"Well, aside from this mark on their bodies," you slide her a picture of the black tree symbol, "and that they're both LARPers, there's not much to go on."

"Wait, I've seen this before. It's a Celtic magic symbol. At least it was in my favorite video game. Does that help? Can I go now?" she says hopefully.

"It's a start, but no. What can you tell us about Ed and Lance?"

"They're good guys. Two of the best members of the queen's ever-shrinking army."

"Ever-shrinking?"

"My kingdom has had a lot of bad luck lately, probably because of me, but maybe it's tied to this mark. A month ago, one of my guys had both her ankles broken before battle. Before that, I had three people who had hospital-worthy accidents while at home. You think there's any connection there?"

"Did they have any enemies in common?"

"In real life? No. Everyone gets along famously. In the game, though, that's a different story."

She gets up and walks over to the table with the map. It's of Moondoor, and upon it are different-colored figurines representing different armies.

"They had tons of enemies. Red represents the followers of the Moon--my peeps. Green's for Elves, blue's for Warriors of Yesteryear, and black's for Shadow Orcs. They're total d-bags. This weekend is the Battle of the Kingdoms to see who wears the Forever Crown. This weekend, each faction is definitely an enemy of me and mine."

"You know, if you move your archers back and you're broadswords men to the west--"

"They can fight the warriors," Charlie finishes for Dean. It's weird to see Dean like this, especially when he hasn't shown any interest in this kind of thing before. "Hey, good call. What about the southern wall?"

"Okay, can we focus?" you ask and Dean snaps back into reality.

"Yeah? Right. Sorry."

"So, maybe someone from one of the other kingdoms got a hold of real magic and started using it to weaken your army," Sam theorizes.

As he is talking, Dean picks up a trebuchet figurine and moves it to a different position on the map. He and Charlie make eye contact, and they both nod when they agree that it's the best position for this kind of thing.

"Why not just come after me? Why the escalation?" Charlie sighs.

"We should canvas the kingdoms," you state. "You should get out of here. You don't want to get hurt again."

"Whoa, wait. Charlie knows Moondoor a lot better than we do. We need her," Sam says.

"Sam, I think we can take care of a bunch of accountants with foam swords," Dean scoffs.

"We need all the help we can get, Dean. People are dying."

"Our point, which is usually yours, is that she should get somewhere safe and get back to a normal life."

"Hey, I am right here, and I want to leave," Charlie says, but the queen has to stay. I mean, Sam is right. People are dying. That can't happen on my watch. You know what? I am tired of running. I like my life here. I'm gonna stay and fight for it."

"How can I say no to that?" you chuckle.

Sam's phone rings and he answers it, quickly hanging up once he got what he needed.

"So, the toxicology report came back on Lance. Nothing, but the medical examiner said his body showed clear signs that he was killed by Belladonna."

"The porn star?" Charlie and Dean speak at the same time.

You roll your eyes and take a seat since your back is killing you again.

"The poison. However, they couldn't find a trace of it in his system."

"Just like they couldn't find ropes in Ed's apartment."

"Charlie, I'm gonna need to borrow your laptop," Sam says.

"There are no laptops in Moondoor. There are rules, but there is a tech tent four tents down."

"Okay. How about you three go canvas, and I'll dig into these accidents and this mark?"

"Take Joanna with you, please," you say.

Joanna raises her arms when Sam approaches her, and he scoops her into his arms. They both leave, leaving you and Dean alone with Charlie.

"Okay. I'm gonna need the full wiki on where you guys have been. But first, you're gonna have to ditch the suit if you're gonna walk and talk with the queen."

She digs into her closet and hands Dean some clothes to wear, and you spread your arms as if to say, "what about me?"

"What am I supposed to wear? You got anything for a pregnant woman who is six months along?"

Charlie produces a beautiful yet plain red dress that goes all the way down to your feet. You quickly change into it without any problem, but Dean takes longer since he has armor and other things attached to his costume. When you're done, you sit back down at the table and watch Dean with a certain kind of glint in your eyes.

"Damn, how can you make even this look hot?"

"It doesn't take much, sweetheart," he smirks.

"I got a little wet, to be honest," you chuckle, but the smirk doesn't lift from his face.

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3.8.24 Friday

2:08 am

I still have windblow.... Tomorrow will surrender my id-badge in Conduent.... I feel fucking bitter in life... What am I gonna do? Where to get luck? Shit! This fucking people who are smashing me since 2007...

2:36 am

Still, have windblow....Done, watching "Thanskgiving", sometimes the crime was made by a police.... Weird and scary.....

9:47 am

Text of Uncle DD but on his name...

Passing the responsibilities, so fake...

1:40 pm

I have windblow... I feel bitter... First I lost the xfactor!! 2nd please reds or 20's even yellow get out of my hair coz you just damaged me just be responsible....I didn't get them..

I lost xfactor for 17 years and I can't get a career growth on my own... But I want yellow intellectual but there is nobody...

Done, surrendering my id-badge in Conduent... The fake Concentrix is still fake on me and remembering the face of that old lady...There are people who are organized to damage me since 2007! No opening in Concentrix Moa even in Cavite, it is just a HUB...

On EXL they are bullshit,the opening for less than 6 months of call center experience will be next month... So,they will just update me...

Hoping and praying for Amazon!

3:07 pm

I have windblow...

I'm in the house now...People of the Philippines ( What is the spelling of Philippines or Flipna-fins? Or in drugs Philippines? ) are so balimbing....Now they are for yellow here in Cavite,I don't like ordinary minds of Filipino's... Now they are on yellow... I just want yellow as symbolism of intellectual marriage.

I'm a college graduate but my country is super drunk these days...I'm thinking of money angels...I wonder who switch the red into yellow,they are all the same...Fake faces!!! Still, having money...

I need money and job angels... Later, will try to check Padis Point at bacoor what opening I can have there just for part time. Singer or waitressing but definetly will go back to call center.... I feel bitter I can speak English and I can't get dates! I need money....

3:33 pm

I have windblow...

It is so strange that I still have menstrual headache or the people in call center are copying me then removing me.....I observed that ever since...

I also hate Church Of Christ, they are all the same.... The UP stole my thunder....Hating them all...

Even Bisayaz are here in Cavite they all took my thunder!!

3:36 pm

This Uncle DD is somehow fake and he couldn't understand without upgrading even there will be TV, in a lil while it needs the TV box of dasca cable to activate the channels....

This Uncle Jun is just a media man here....

I feel fat and ugly... I feel super ugly... I need a job and money!!!

I need to see chiropractor but I don't have bigger fundings... I wanna have nose perfection and my bleaching or lasers... I miss having yaya... Nobody wants me on the black... I can't meet white these days aside from that fucking cute face of Revo....Can they beat that cuteness and with stability???

I need someone who can accept me as me and willing to return my Barbie Image, I need a foot spa...

At the end of sour graping, I need a career growth! I need money in call center...

3:52 pm

I feel intimidated here in Cavite... I don't like Bisayaz then much more silkier than me angels... I feel intimidated...

3:54 pm

I have windblow... I'm so broke.. Can I call a fallen angels to lift me? A call boy or macho dancer but not that bulky... I'm so desparate! I'm supposed to be paying them to be my escort.... That's the problem!!!

I feel bitter!!! No job and No bf!

4:20 pm

I don't like DJ's angels they are so thicked and heartless and insensitive!

4:29 pm

I have windblow!!! GRRR....

I'm so fucking stress and intimidated by the Bisayaz and Cavitenyas.

I wanna cute bf who can lift me up,where can I get that just like the face of Revo....A white skinned this time..... I need a lift and I need a fix on me....

4:45 pm

I didn't know that Padis in Bacoor is loud people...I will try to be a part time singer or waitress...

Shit, loud group....Hmm....I haven't tried singing on a loud crowd.....

4:55 pm

I need money.... I need a part time job just for 2 days....Singer or waitrissing...

I haven't tried singing on a loud people.... I need 2 days per week and I will go back to call center....Will do the job just for 2 days in a week...Who can help me to earn money these days?

I'm a mellow singer not loud....Not that jumpy,not that happy... Will they help me? I love singing in a way... But I didn't have the chance to be on TV.

Someone asked me in the bus awhile ago if I have a manager, I said none... Hope to get Mr Boy or Tita Fermin if ever but in reality I have no manager. I said I need money but I have other job. I really wanna be an artist on TV plus I need a lawyer...

I dream to be super famous, what will be the changes in me if I get famous and if I have lots of money coz of being famous... But I'm always flatten most specially since 2007!

5:13 pm

I always wanted to be acknowledge as you have a pretty face and nice voice and you have really charming pretty face, it healed me and it will heal me that way coz smashing me since 2007 it really hurt me a lot!!! But I always feel fat and ugly coz I'm not fixing at all these days....

Smart is being accepting the possible positive changes going to fame or uphill or any positive changes in life...

8:41 pm

I'm with my friend Ely here in Padi's Bacoor me applying and thanking my friend for always backing-up and possible back-up in a lil while...

Just leave my resume coz I'm gonna be out of fundings in a lil while...

The price here is really for matured people angels...

10:12 pm

With Aries the lead vocal the Friday Band...

11:22 pm

Bar hopping....Different image than Padis,a friend of Ely is here in Epi-Center...

The band is good and if you wanna chill... More on Tagalog songs near 767 Disco club Imus...

Smaller space but cool....

It is somehow the same the price ...I thought there are no alcoholic drinks...

They also sing English-Reggae** ( correction ).

1:49 am

I'm in the house now.....Hmm.... Hope I can get a part time in Padis... Thanks to Ely for accompanying me...

I still feel self-pity coz thinking of money and job... I need money....I will be out of fundings in a lil while... I wanna cry...

2:05 am

Where can I get a handsome and nice and supportive bf, I hate commuting and I miss driving.... But it is hard to get a bf when I'm poor...

I still have windblow and I feel jealous on other women... I feel fat and ugly...

2:34 am

So,weird there was no area 1 jeep route, so strange....I feel bitter here in Cavite...

I feel hopeless....I'm thinking of Mark now coz of Revo's face....I wanna leave Cavite but I hate being 2nd choice... I'm always in the middle of embarassment here in Cavite....I feel ugly....I can't have vanity that is rightful for me.... I feel so intimidated.

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themaarika · 2 years

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#person of interest #root #sameen shaw #root x shaw #john reese #reese getting mugged by pigeons #they stole his badge & id!!!#original post

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familyofpaladins · 2 years

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Here's a horrible thought y'all will probably yell at me for:

Okay, so the general consensus/headcanon I've seen people use is that, when Ingo got yeeted into the past, his pokemon got left behind (as they're nowhere to be seen in Legends Arceus) and Emmet and/or their friends are taking care of his pokemon while Ingo is missing.

Now. The thing is: why where his pokemon left behind?

With the original theory that Arceus was the one responsible for Ingo's trip to the past, it makes sense that Arceus might take just ingo (and give him amnesia) and leave his pokemon, that way he would maybe be accepted by the clans better and/or not mess up the timeline too much.

BUT. it seems like Arceus might not be the one responsible for yoinking Ingo into the past. If we go with the Theory that Volo is responsible. That Volo was opening rifts and either unintentionally pulled him through or purposefully pulled him through after Ingo saw him opening rifts... And then if Volo tried to get rid of this man you would expose his plans (which results in Ingo's missing memories), and leaft him for dead up in the mountains.

But not before taking any belongings that could identify him (or show him coming from another place and time) to anyone who might find the body. Taking any ID or personal items.

Including his pokemon.

#Anyway. That was a really long way to say #Hey what if Volo actually stole all of Ingo's pokemon ?#I HOPE IM WRONG CAUSE THAT WOULD SUCK. POOOR CHANDULRE #But theres also this kinda funny image of :#*volo opening a rift #*ingo falling through said rift*#Ingo: ???! What is going on here?!?! You cant do that!!!!#Volo: Oh Sh1t!! *WHACKS Ingo over the head*#Voko: HHNNNNNN okay. We're in the mountains I'll just leave him here. Oh but what if someone finds his body???#Volo: cant let anyone know he came through the rift. I'll just take all his stuff *steals ID badge from work as well as all his poke balls*#That should do it #LATER #Ingo waking up: ...... where am I?..... WHO AM I??!?!#Pokemon #pokemon legends arceus #Submas #Umm do I need to tag #legends arceus spoilers #Ingo #Volo #Emmet #Angst #Hopefully once ingo gets his memories back he'd be like!!!!! >:O that b1tch stole my pokemon!!! And just straight up DECKS him in the face #And take sback his beloved pokemon #or like..... if volo somehow went back to the future before ingo and the player #.... that volo makes the very stupid decision to USE Ingo's pokemon in front of emmet or like elesa #And they're just like !!!!! IS THAT WHOSE POKEMON I THINK IT IS???? WHERES INGO YOU JERK!!?#WHY DO YOU HAVE HIS POKEMON?!!!! SPEAK NOW OR REGRET #and then that's how emmet and co come charging into the past

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Heyy! I'm the anon from tony fic, can i please request a tony stark x reader where tony being Peter's unofficial dad makes sense and he hasn't spent much time with reader so they're not that close, but when he's living with them for a couple of weeks cuz may has to leave for someone work and doesn't want to leave peter unsupervised lol, and reader just her fitting into the cool bestie mom figure for him gradually and tony just being happy?

I'm sorry if it's too specific or anything please change or add anything you want! Thank you so much ❤️❤️❤️

Thank you for getting me into writing for Stark, I'm really enjoying it, I just hope I got the balance right!

Penthouse Parenting || Tony Stark

Tony Stark x fem!reader, Peter Parker x platonic!fem!reader

Warnings: nothing really, just allusion to getting pregnant at the end WC: 2287

“Don’t forget, you have to pick up the kid from school today.” Tony called out before his suit’s faceplate dropped down and hid him from view.

“How could I forget that I would have to babysit two teenagers instead of one.” You teased, tapping the face plate so it popped back up and stole a kiss from Tony’s pouting lips.

“I like to think I’ve matured past the teenage years, I’m more-“

“Middle aged?”

“-I was going to say young adult. Do you think I’m middle aged?”

“I think you are going to be late.”

“Shit.” He swore as he realised he would have to boost the power to the thrusters if he was going to make it to his first meeting on time. “Love you.”

“Love you too.” You waved as he stepped out the doors to the balcony and took off into the sky, heading to the almost finished compound he had begun building upstate.

You busied yourself tidying your penthouse in the Tower, which included picking up Tony’s boxers he left on the bathroom floor. You couldn’t help taking a picture and having Friday send it to Tony reminding him that this is what having a teenager looked like. You knew he must have been busy when you saw he opened your message but didn’t have the time to send one of his usually humorous replies.

Before you knew it, there was an alarm going off letting you know you had to leave soon if you wanted to make it to Queens on time to meet Peter. Although you had met the friendly neighbourhood Spider-man in passing when he was in the building for one reason or another, you were usually too busy to spend a lot of time with him. That didn’t mean to say you didn’t know him, Tony would talk non-stop about the boy genius and how he was so proud of what he was achieving.

“Hey Happy, I’m heading off, Friday is going to be diverting my calls to you.” You said as you reached the ground floor and found Happy accosting another employee who hadn’t pinned on their ID badges. “Leave Floyd alone, he’s been here longer than you.”

“Tony entrusted me with his security, I’m just doing my job.” Happy replied seriously as he tapped his ID badge with title in bold lettering. “Do you need me to come with you?”

“He’s a 15 year old boy, I think I can handle one afternoon.” You smiled before seeing your car arrive at the front door.

“Oh my god.” You groaned with exhaustion as you crashed onto your bed. “How long is he staying here again?”

“Two weeks.” Tony laughed as he joined you after shutting the door. “He’ll settle down soon enough, he’s just a bit excitable. Got a good heart though.”

You smiled at the statement and rolled into Tony’s embrace, resting your head on his shoulder as you traced the glowing whiteblue circle on his chest.

Your afternoon with Peter had actually been a lot of fun. You had taken him to get a bite to eat first, and had been stunned by the sheer amount of food the skinny kid could eat, then you went to the arcade with Tony’s unlimited credit card footing the bill. You knew from Tony that Peter was a mathematical genius but you hadn’t realised the practicality of that until he was bowling strike after strike, leaving you with what was possibly the worst defeat in the history of ten pin bowling.

You had quickly moved onto single player games at the arcade, letting him stock up on candy from the crane drop games and he even won a stuffed teddy for a girl at school. His excitement was energising and he bounced on his heels as he took in all the bright lights as the sun began to set. It was only when you were heading back to the car that the jovial mood was lost and he saw a homeless man asking for spare change, reaching into your bag you handed Peter the cash that you had and he had smiled like it was Christmas before making his way over.

“Miss y/l/n, do you think we could go by the shelter on the way back?” His voice was timid and shy as he returned from giving the man the money.

“Your Aunt’s gone away, remember? And please, call me y/n.”

“Sorry, y/n. I know she’s not there, I just think she would want me to check in and see if the others need any help.”

Looking up at Tony you nodded. “Yeah, he’s got a good heart.”

“Do you have any washing you need done?” You asked Peter as you knocked on his door before you spotted the stuffed teddy sitting on his drawers. “What’s this still doing here? Weren’t you giving that to Liz?”

“Oh, I uh, I haven’t gotten around to giving it to her.” He answered quietly, turning around from the desk that was scattered with electronic parts.

“You know, if there is one thing I have learned working in this line of business we are in, it is that time is not guaranteed.”

“Well, technically speaking, time is a continuous variable so it's really one of the few things that are guaranteed.”

“Good god, I can only imagine this was what Tony was like as a kid.” You mumbled under your breath. “I meant, time with the people we care about. I had to watch Tony disappear right above us, not knowing if he would come back or not.”

His fingers tapped his pen against his chin and he idly swung side to side on the chair as he contemplated your words. Giving him a moment to ponder, you grabbed the corners of his bedspread and flattened it out before tucking them in and gathering the empty plate he had nibbled from while he worked. You had almost left his room when he quietly called your name and he tossed the pen on the desk.

“Are you afraid that you’ll get hurt because you’re with Mr Stark?”

“Sure, but I am also afraid of flying.” You shrugged. “I’ve found it pays not to think too much about the things that can go wrong. Just try to focus on what’s right. If you like her, you should give her the gift.”

“Thanks, y/n.” He smiled before you heard his stomach rumble and you looked at the empty plate with a laugh.

“Friday, can you get Tony to meet us at the car?” You asked before nodding your head to Peter. “How about we go out for dinner?”

“I should really finish this assignment…” He murmured looking at the mess of electronics. “It’s not going very well.”

“Tony will be happy to help you when we get back, but if I don’t get him out of his lab now he will forget to eat.”

You left the room to grab a coat and Peter met you at the elevator after pulling on a hoodie. The elevator came to a stop halfway down and there was only one person that could override the penthouse elevator priority so you were already smiling as the doors opened to reveal Tony.

“You’ve got an assignment tonight, baby.” You said as he stepped in, still working on a holographic image emitting from his wrist. “Give me that.”

“Oh, no, ngahhh.” Tony tried to stop you from grabbing the image and tossing it away into the binary abyss.

“You know the rules.” You pointed as he dropped his hand and finally focused his head to what was in front of him.

“Well, gee, mom. Please don’t take all my toys.” Tony joked before turning pointing to Peter. “Does she mother you too?”

“I think it’s nice, Mr Stark.” He mumbled, making you grin at your boyfriend smugly.

You crossed your arms and cocked your eyebrow to Tony. “At least someone here appreciates it.”

Tony’s eyes threatened to roll all the way back into his head before he kissed your cheek. For him it was a very understated way of showing physical affection but you could see that it was only for the kids' benefit as he turned his attention back to Peter. “I hear we’ve got an assignment tonight.”

Peter’s lips parted as he wondered how he knew and you pointed to the ceiling. “Friday.”

“Oh.” He chuckled nervously.

“Don’t worry, she’s not always listening.” You reassured him.

“Especially not at night.” Tony added with a smirk. Luckily for him, the doors opened to the underground garage before you could elbow him and he skipped out of the confined space with a laugh. “What are we riding in tonight kid?”

“Woah, these are all yours Mr Stark?” Peter gasped as he saw the line up.

“Please, Mr Stark was my father, I’m just Tony.”

Tony had been reminding him for a week and still Peter called him Mr Stark. You found it quite cute and had told Tony that it was because Peter looked up to him and respected him, you actually thought that made Tony more uncomfortable with the idea. He still didn’t see himself as a role model despite your attempts to try to get him to see beyond his past and focus on what he was doing with his life now. He still felt like he had something to prove even after he saved the world, twice. The guilt of Sokovia still weighed heavily on him.

You leant against the doorframe to the guest room Peter had occupied for the last two weeks, watching Tony and Peter hunched over some device they had been building all week. You had no idea what it did but you didn’t really care, all you cared about was the smile on each of their faces. While Tony liked tinkering it was always for some project, this was different and he was actually enjoying himself.

Two weeks having Peter in the house had changed him, hell it had changed you too, and you were going to miss him when he went home. You had seen Tony in a new light and could imagine him patiently teaching his own son his science homework, it really was a sight to see. As if he could sense you thinking about him he turned to you and sent a wink before turning back into Peter passionately explaining his project features.

“Sorry to interrupt.” You said as you knocked on the wall. “Peter, Aunt May is on her way up.”

His face fell slightly before he realised how much he had missed her and his smile returned. “Thank you for having me.”

Tony helped him gather up his project and grabbed his suitcase, wheeling it past you with a forlorn frown on his face, while Peter double checked he hadn’t left anything behind. You rubbed Tony’s back as he went by, knowing he would miss having the kid around even more than you, then grabbed the stuffed teddy that was still sitting on Peter's now drawers. “You’ll have to come back soon, help me get Tony out of his lab every once in a while.”

“Yeah, I’ll definitely ask May.” He nodded eagerly before throwing his arms around you then pulling back equally as fast and looking awkward.

“C’mere.” You said with your arms open and he gave you a proper hug as the elevator doors opened. “Don’t forget to give this to her.”

You handed him the teddy and he clutched it tight as went over to Tony who gave him the strangest hug you had ever seen, hugging but barely touching at the same time and you had to cover your laugh with a cough.

“Oh, Peter, I missed you.” May gushed as she stepped off the elevator and grappled him into a tight hug. “Did you grow another foot? How long was I gone?”

“Maaay.” Peter groaned as she exaggerated his height and the length of his hair. “It was only two weeks.”

“Felt like two years.” She sighed before thanking you and Tony for looking after him once again, reassuring her that it was really no problem.

It was only once they left that the two of you fell onto the couch, fingers laced as a quiet fell over the house for the first time in two weeks. “It’s too quiet, Friday, play some music.”

Soft rock music filled the room and you looked up at Tony from where you tucked yourself in his side. “It’s alway going to seem too quiet now.”

“I think I might have a remedy for that.” He offered, his fingers trailing up and down your arm as his eyes bored into yours. “If that’s something you would be interested in.”

You took a deep breath and remembered the many times you had thought he would make a great father, nodding as you bit your lip.

“I know this great little pet shop on the upper east side.” He grinned as your face fell and you slapped his stomach as he broke out in a laugh. “Sorry, sorry, that was bad timing.”

“I thought you were serious, Tony.” You sighed.

“I am, I think we could be great at this whole parent thing. As in you parent, and I do…things. I think we would have it all covered.”

“You’re serious, Tony?” You asked as you sat up and turned so you were looking him dead in the eyes. “No joking? You want this too?”

He took your hands with a smile he usually reserved for when one of his experiments worked. “Can’t be harder than fighting aliens right?”

“Guess we’ll just have to find out.”

#tony stark x reader #iron man x reader #peter parker x platonic!reader #marvel fanfic #tony stark imagine #peter parker imagine

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Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Masterlist ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆.

* = NSFW

Drabble/One Shot:

Little Prince: As Spencer’s condition worsens, he begins to lose the fondest memories of his life. Reader must remind him of the fondest memory they share - the night they met.

Twin Flames: JJ and Reid hostage situation/Rossi and Krystall’s wedding reimagined.

Kiss Her, You Fool!: The story of Spencer and Reader’s first kiss.

Converse: Reader has exciting news for Spencer.

Never Enough: Ever wondered what Garcia wrote on that sticky note in the series finale? Read here to find out. When Reader, the new technical analyst, feels out of place at a party, Penelope’s sticky note and Reid’s kind words do just the trick.

Tag, You’re It!: The BAU’s annual Battle of the Sexes ends in a high tension game of lazer tag.

Ruin My Life: After Reader moves into her new apartment, she runs into the peculiar Spencer Reid.

Lamaze: When Spencer walks into Reader’s Lamaze class, things heat up for a moment, just before the cool down at the true intentions of Spencer’s presence.

Sleight of Hand: Practical Joker Reader makes the unsuspecting naive Dr. Reid the object of her most recent prank - stealing his ID badge.

A Sunday Kind of Love: Reader wakes up to Spencer making breakfast, a seemingly perfect image of a Sunday kind of love.

About Time: Reader’s offer to help Morgan renovate one of his properties makes Spencer jealous enough to confess what he never could before.

Fluff:

2 Truths & a Lie: A game of “Strip 2 Truths and a Lie” help heat things up between SSA Reader and Spencer.

All the Little Things: JJ’s Season 6 departure reimagined - Part 1, Part 2

By the Moonlight/ By the Morning: An unwilling Spencer Reid and an intoxicated Reader skinny-dip/ The morning after.

52 Pickup: What could’ve happened if Austin the bartender and Reid reunited.

Pure Adoration: After Ally is saved by the BAU, Spencer treats her with tender actions that can only be out of pure adoration.

Things We Know By Heart: Reader teaches Spencer how to slow dance in preparation for his wedding. The only problem? Reader’s in love with Spencer, and she isn’t the bride.

I Surrender: The aftermath of Elle Greenaway’s attack in “The Fisher King : Part 1” reimagined.

The Boy Next Door: The boy next door falls in love with the girl next door. Need I say more?

Home Alone: For the first time since living with Spencer, Reader is home alone and left to brave the figurative and literal storm on her own.

Any Day Now: Reader’s pregnancy finally takes its toll on her, leaving both Spencer and Reader to navigate through rough waters from miles away.

Something Borrowed, Something Blue: Despite her engagement to someone else, Spencer grapples with the reality that he’s in love with SSA Reader when he sees her in her wedding dress.

Tequila Sunrise: When Spencer drinks tequila for the first time, Reader takes on the responsibility of tending to the lightweight himself. In the midst of his drunkenness, he confesses a secret he never thought he’d share with another soul - much less Reader.

Be Forever Young: After Penelope’s resignation from the BAU, she attempts to set up her tech protégé, Reader, with Reader’s intellectual match yet much older counterpart - Dr. Spencer Reid.

Angst:

Daddy Issues: While tending to Reid’s wound he obtained in a bar brawl, Reader finds out about his true feelings but not without the hurtful mentioning of Reader’s daddy issues.

More Than You Know: After Reader goes through a life-threatening situation, the only person who can help her is the person that landed her in the situation in the first place - Spencer.

Little Did I Know: The night before Reader’s wedding, Spencer says three little words that change everything - Part 1, Part 2

Bratty: Reid must watch over Camille, who makes Reid’s job anything but easy for him.

Love & Other Drugs: Toxicologist Reader meets her match in the ever intriguing Doctor Reid. Part 1, Part 2

Malchance: First days are always bad, but Reader’s first impression of Spencer is even worse. Part 1, Part 2

Fighting Fire With Fire: Reader must lower her pride when a date goes wrong and the only one who can rescue her is her mortal enemy - Spencer Reid.

Spoiled Rotten: After Spencer went radio silent on Reader while he was in prison, their pride and stubbornness threatens to tear them apart forever. Reader’s forced to mourn the death of who they were and experience the inner turmoil of navigating who they are.

Screenplay:

Again and Again: After you and Spencer’s son Jason (named after Gideon) is born, Spencer makes the tough decision to leave the BAU.

Luck of the Universe: Years after Spencer saves Maggie’s life, they reunite unexpectedly. Maggie thinks it’s fate; Spencer does not. She says they’ll meet again, without intending to because of fate. They do meet again, but it’s when Maggie’s life is in danger and Spencer must save her . . . again.

Scenarios to Fall Asleep to:

Maid of Honor: In Savanna and Derek’s wedding, Reader is Savanna’s Maid of Honor and Spender is Derek’s Best Man.

Smut:

i ♡ u*: Reader and Spencer are trapped in the office during a thunderstorm.

The Unsaid*: Spencer and Reader spend Halloween doing something unforgettable.

Serendipity*: An FBI gathering brings Spencer and Reader back together after years of distance. This one night changes not only their future, but their perspective on the past. Part 1*, Part 2

Series:

Urges and Impulses (u+i) : Reid found her journal on the train - Part 1, Part 2, AUTHOR’S NOTE,

Match Made in Heaven: Following Diana Reid’s death, Scarlett and Spencer bond by remembering Scarlett’s late patient and Spencer’s late mother - Part 1,

Serpent of Eden*: Maybe he stole her innocence. Maybe she never had any . . . Reader’s one night stand with Spencer turns into a school year semester - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3,

The Bones*: Almost a year after Maeve’s death, Spencer reaches out to the recipients of Maeve’s donated organs to reconnect with his lost love. However, when the receiver of her heart, Reader, doesn’t write back, Spencer goes on a poorly-motivated mission to find her. Part 1, Part 2,

#masterlist #spencer reid masterlist #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x fem!reader masterlist #fem!reader #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid angst #spencer reid series

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Daycare

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Y/N is a high school teacher and Hotch’s niece. She meets the BAU one morning and feels a connection with one of the agents. A few weeks later she is involved in a kidnapping and has to get her students to safety.

Genre: Action with some fluff

Quinn Speaks: Okay so I kinda got off track here and it’s more of a bad ass reader fic but I wrote the bulk of this at like 2 am. I hope you all enjoy and let me know if you want a part 2!!

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Your day started at 3 am. That’s right, 3 am. The buzzing noise of your phone woke you out of your slumber as you picked up the device and brought it up to your face, the blinding white light made your eyes adjust immediately. Uncle Aaron was listed as the caller ID and a picture of him, Jack, and yourself was also shown on the screen.

“Hello?” you said in your best ‘you totally didn’t wake me’ voice which really ended up being your ‘I’ve been dead for 5 years and been just revived’ voice instead.

“Y/N, I’m really sorry, but I need you to come in to BAU. We just caught a case and I can’t a sitter for Jack so he’s here with me and-” the man would have kept rambling about the situation if you hadn’t cut him off.

“No problem, Uncle Aaron. I’ll be there in 25 minutes.” You threw off your covers and began to walk over to your bathroom.

“You’re a lifesaver, thanks Y/N.” You hummed and he promptly hung up the call. You flipped on the light switch and saw that you had indeed looked like you had been dead for 5 years. You sighed and got to work.

You usually babysat Jack when Aaron was out of town for a case and your flat had become a second home for Jack. It wasn’t like that hadn’t happened before, him calling you about a case and needing you to watch Jack, no of course not. But he would usually call you a couple hours in advance or it would be during hours of the day when you were actually awake and running around.

You finished getting your hair to look quite decent all things considered and your teeth brushed and your face was washed. You decide to just throw a cardigan over your tank top and shorts and you made your way to the front door, grabbing your keys, phone, and some snacks for Jack as well as slipping on your strappy, tan sandals.

You locked your door and walked to the elevator on your floor and pressed the parking garage button. The elevator hummed as it went down and you yawned, stretching a bit as well.

The doors dinged open and you made your way to your car and started to drive off. To keep your eyes awake, you played a classic rock station that was full of guitar solos and drum bangs that would surely keep you up. You pulled into a little drive through and got some coffees for yourself, your uncle, and his team as well as a hot chocolate for Jack.

“25.96 is your total,” the cashier at the window said as you handed her your card. She was still ringing it up as she turned to you, “so, what’s got you up at 3 am and grabbing a shit load of coffee?”

You chuckled lightly at her words, “babysitting emergency.”

She gave you a grin and handing you your card. “Well, good luck,” she said while handing you the holder for all the drinks as well as the drinks themselves.

“Thank you, have a good morning,” you said with a light smile.

“Ditto.” She closed the windows and smiled as you drove off, you still had about 10 minutes to get to the BAU. Traffic was light which worked in your favor as well as living pretty close to the building.

You parked and started to get out with the coffees as you made your way to the entrance. You stepped inside as the security guards scanned you and checked the drinks and you were finally able to make your way up to the designated floor with a visitor pass.

A woman with black hair came into elevator as well and you both exchanged good mornings and a light smiles. She was no doubt judging the outfit you were wearing, wondering where in the federal government you work that allowed you to come into work wearing your a sleep top and shorts as well as a big cardigan.

You both stepped out on the same floor and you made your way through the bullpen and straight to your uncle’s office.

Emily watched you walk off and she furrowed her eyebrows, she had never seen you at the BAU before and now you were walking into her boss’ office with coffees and in your pj’s. “Do you know who that is?” she asked Spencer as he looked up from some paper work.

“Who?” he asked as Emily discreetly pointed in your direction. Spencer furrowed his brows as he had never seen you before. He watched you walk up the small amount of stairs to Hotch’s office and noticed that you also had a visitor pass in you hand as well a some coffees.

“Spencer?” Emily said as he continued to watch you. “Reid!” she snapped in front of his face as he finally brought his attention back to Emily. He looked at her and quickly stole glances at you when he though she wasn’t watching.

She noticed.

Emily grinned at the younger man as he turned his attention back to Emily and blushed lightly, deciding to return to the papers in front of him, but not without sneaking another glance at you.

Your uncle opened the door and ushered you into his office where Jack was sleeping on the couch. “Thank you for coming,” his voice was quiet and you just smiled as he brought you into a hug.

“I got coffees for you and your team; needed one myself and figured you guys would want some too,” you whispered as Hotch smiled lightly and took the carrier from you. “So what happened?”

“Missing child in Louisiana. He was over at a friends for a sleepover and was nabbed about an hour ago.” You nodded and frowned a bit as did your uncle.

“Well, good thing they’ve got the best on the job,” you tried to lighten the mood as he held a closed lipped smile. “Don’t worry about us, we’ll be fine.”

He nodded his head and grabbed some files from his desk and headed to the door of his office. You smiled at him as he said his goodbyes to Jack, waking him.

Hotch closed the door and was met by the stares of his team, “we’ll have to brief on the plane. There’s been a missing child report in Louisiana so wheels up in 10.” The team nodded and started to pack up and get ready. “My niece got us all fresh coffee as well,” he walked down the stairs and put the tray on an empty table.

“Y/N’s here?” Morgan asked as Hotch nodded. “She is a lifesaver.”

“My words exactly,” he said and walked away as the team went to grab the drinks.

You put Jack on your hip and started to walk out of the office. You closed the door and turned around as you were greeted by the warm smile of Derek Morgan.

“Morning, Hotcakes,” he teased as you smiled widely. You walked down the stairs as he pulled you into a side hug seeing as Jack was clinging to your other side. You both pulled away as he started up again, “thanks for the drinks.”

“Course, I figured you guys would be as tired as me,” you said nonchalantly as he nodded. You saw the other pairs of eyes on you and quickly introduced yourself, “sorry, i’m Y/N. Aaron’s niece.”

They nodded at your words as Rossi made his way over to you. “Nice to see you again, Kiddo,” he hugged you the same way Morgan had and you smiled at the older man.

“Jennifer Jareau, but I go by JJ,” she stuck out her hand as you smiled at her and shook it.

“Emily Prentiss.” The raven haired woman did the same as JJ as she shook you hand and smiled.

“Uh, Spencer Reid,” the taller brunette man told you as you shot him a small smile seeing as he didn’t offer a handshake. “I wasn’t aware that Hotch had a niece,” he said.

“Oh, yeah. I moved out here a few months ago for Hotch and Jack,” you told them.

“Where do you work?” JJ asked.

“I’m a teacher at Philip Moore High School.”

“Yeah, Miss. Y/N is the best history teacher,” Derek teased a you rolled your eyes with a small smile on your face.

“Alright, I better get out of your guys’ hair and get this little one out of here,” you told them as they nodded. “Good luck with the case.” You smiled at them and gave Morgan on last side hug before you were walking through the bullpen and towards the elevator.

Spencer watched as you went and felt a clap on his back from Derek. He whipped around and saw the older man smiling. “Somebody got a crush on the teacher?” he singsonged as Spencer’s cheeks flamed pink.

“From the minute I pointed her out to him,” Emily recalled as she chuckled a it, “the chatty doctor turns into a gaping teenage boy.” Spencer heard JJ snicker as he felt his cheeks heat up even further.

The door of the BAU opened as they all whipped around and saw Hotch standing with his go bag and some files, “lets go.”

***

It was a few weeks later and the case had gone great from what your uncle told you. They had found the kid and caught the creep who took him within the 24 hour rule they set up.

You stood by a yellow school bus and held a roster of names in your hand. “Alright!” you yelled out as mostly all the kids quieted down. “I’m gonna let everyone sit where they want as long as the volume doesn’t get too loud, yeah?”

There was a mix of yes’ and okay’s in the crowd of 25 or so sophomores. Today you were taking a trip to the nations capital, a tradition for this school. The kids would go see a historical museum and take a tour of the White House, then you all would eat lunch downtown and then the kids go to vote on whether they wanted to go to another museum or go see a historical show.

“Lets get going then.” The kids filed onto the bus as you marked the names to the faces. Your co-worker was standing next to you and handing kids their badges and name tags.

Once everyone was on the bus, you turned to the slightly older man. “Ready to go?” he asked you as you nodded. Both of you climbed on the bus and the kids quieted down as Mr. Greene opened his mouth, “Alright you all know the drill, no wondering off, no yelling or running, and stick with your partners!”

They all nodded and said a variation of yes.

“I can take the middle if you want the front,” you told him as he nodded and you headed towards one of the benches you had put your bag on. A mix of girls and boys were around it and you were glad that you were on the younger side so that you could somewhat understand what they were talking about.

“Miss. Hotchner!” a boy called as you turned to face him. “Do you have any games for the ride?” This got the attention of the kids around you.

“Sure,” you started, trying to think of something to keep the teen engaged and interested. “Whoever can spot a red car with the letter q in the licences plate will get ice cream for them and their seat partner. Same thing goes for blue cars with a y.” The kids nodded and started conversing strategies on how they would do this.

You knew it was silly, but you would’ve loved if a teacher did this during your school trips. The bus started moving and you were soon pulling away from the school.

***

JJ walked into Hotch’s office, “We’ve got a case and need to go now.” He put down his pen and and grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair.

“Fill me in,” he said to JJ as he motioned for the rest of the team to get up.

“A bus full of high schoolers on their way to a field trip in DC. They never checked in to their morning tour or any other events. Parents can’t get a hold of kids and faculty can’t get in touch with the teachers on the trip.”

“So it’s local. How long ago did the high school contact us?” he asked.

“Not even 15 minutes ago,” JJ told him as he nodded.

“Let’s take the SUVs and set up at the high school,” he told the team as the nodded and grabbed their things and headed for the doors. They sped to the cars and split up; Hotch, Reid, JJ, and Morgan in one while Rossi, Emily, and Penelope were in the other.

“Alright,” JJ set up her phone so it was on speaker and connected to the other car. “26 kids and 2 teachers along with a bus driver were heading out for an annual field trip the school does for sophomores. No one on the bus has been able to be contacted and were supposed to be back at the school 45 minutes ago.”

“What time did they take off?” Morgan asked.

“7:15 am and their first activity was at 9:50 am which they never checked in for according to the museum,” JJ explained.

“Garcia,” Hotch started, “can you pull up the bus GPS?”

“On it, Sir!” she replied. They kept driving to the school and were within 7 minutes of the destination seeing as they had sped all the way there. The team talked more as Garcia was pulling stuff up. Hotch pulled into the school and payed no attention to the sign as they did so.

They hopped out of the car and were met with the principal who had a grief stricken face. “Thank you so much for coming,” he spoke, “James Randalf, I’ll take you guys to the room we’re set up in.”

“SSA Aaron Hotchner,” he said as he stuck out his hand. The man shook it but held a weird look on his face. “What is it?” Hotch asked.

“You said Hotchner?” he asked as Aaron nodded, “Any relation to Y/N Hotchner?”

“Yes, she’s my niece. This is Philip Moore High School?” The principal nodded as they walked through the hallway. He opened to door for the team swiftly as he stepped in.

“She’s one of the teacher’s that was on the bus.” Hotch paled at the man’s words as the rest of the team did a double take. Spencer had been to immersed in the case file and hadn’t seen the name of the high school as they pulled up or he would’ve at least connected the dots a bit faster.

“Get started,” Hotch said as he pulled out his phone rung your number up. The phone stayed ringing and no one picked up as Aaron cursed under his breath. “Garcia I need you to get the GPS of this number,” Hotch read your number and thought to himself that you always kept your GPS on and he urged you to do it one day as you took Jack.

“Just in case anything happens, alright?”

“Nothing will happen to us, but okay,” you said with as smile as Jack giggled in your arms.

“Got the location, Sir,” Garcia said as Hotch snapped out of the trance he was in.

“Call for a SWAT car. Morgan, Emily, Reid, Rossi lets go,” Hotch ordered as they all nodded and followed the man out of the building, all hoping to find you and the kids.

***

“Everyone just stay calm!” the man yelled as he entered the bus with another man behind him. The bus driver reached for his walkie-talkie and the second man shot him right in his forehead. The kids around you were whimpering and crying as you tried to be discreet about your movements.

You grabbed the pepper spray from you bag and put it down your bra as well as taking your small pocket knife and putting it in your shoe. Students looked to you as you held up a finger to your mouth and nodded at them, gesturing for them to listen and stay quiet.

“We don’t want to hurt anyone else,” the first man started, “we just want everyone to stay calm and stay quiet. We won’t kill you.”

“Phones now,” the second said as he came around with a sack as kids put their phones in. You kept your head down and did the same, he didn’t seem to realize you were a teacher. He walked back up the aisle and pointed his gun at Mr. Greene. “Red, up,” he said referring to the color of the man’s shirt. He instructed Greene to move the bus driver out of his seat and onto the side of the road. Once he was finished he stood back up and both men stepped outside and shot him as well as dumping the phones.

You took this opportunity to turn to the kids next to you. “Only call me by my first name, Y/N,” you told them as they nodded, “pass it on.” They whispered to each other and you were pretty sure that all the students knew what to do now.

They stepped back on the bus and one of the men got into the driver’s seat while the other stepped to the aisle at the front of the bus. “Everyone is gonna quiet up. You all are a special bunch, parents in high position, rich, and willing to do whatever they can to get back their precious children.” The other man laughed as he started up the bus. “If I see anyone trying to communicate with the outside I will not hesitate to blow your head off. No talking and we wont have a problem.”

He sat where Mr.Greene did as the other man started to drive off. Some kids kept their heads down and others near you looked to you. You signaled that everything was going to be okay and that you would kept them safe.

There had to be a way to warn you uncle where you were going.

***

At the sight, the team found two bodies and all of the cellphones. Hotch cursed silently as did the rest of the team. Spencer walked up and down the road as something had caught his eye. He picked up a folded piece of paper and opened it carefully.

“Do you have something, Kid?” Morgan asked as he nodded and walked over to the agents.

He unfolded the note and showed them as Hotch spoke up, “that’s Y/N’s handwriting.”

2 men, White. 5′11 & 5′9. 190 and 170 lb. Aggressive and passive. Friends.

The note had the team smiling as you had been able to give a clue of what they had to look for. “Definitely a Hotchner,” Rossi joked as Aaron smiled lightly at the man’s words.

“Lets get this back to Garcia, see if she can get a match.” The team nodded at their section leader’s words.

Spencer held the note in his hand and smiled to himself, he had only met you once, but you were proving to be very resourceful as well smart. This made his small crush grow into a full blown one and now he just had to get you back.

***

They had taken you all to an abandoned barn about 3 hour drive at top speed. They tied you all up and made you all sit as they quickly made their way to a van that was parked in the barn. They had taken the boys to another location and left the the girls in the barn.

As soon as you heard the car pull away you looked around for any cameras and saw that their were none. Girls whispered to each other as you soon gained their attention, “everyone listen up,” their eyes where on you. “We are going to get out of here alright?” They nodded as you quickly assessed the situation.

“What are you going to do, Miss. Hotchner?” one of the girls asked.

“Get out of these.” You took the pocket knife from your shoe and switched it open. “Here,” you said handing it to one of the girls, “cut these open.” She nodded and did as you told her. Soon the zip ties where off your hands and you took the knife back from her and cut the zip ties around your feet.

You quickly did the same to the rest of the girl as you were all free now. “We move together. If they come back I’ll hold them off and the rest of you run and get help. Get my uncle, his name is Aaron Hotchner and he works for the FBI. Take this,” you grabbed the pepper spray and handed it to one of the girls, “use it if you have a good shot and pick up anything you can defend yourself with.”

They nodded and you lead the way out of the barn. The van was no where in sight and you were good to go. You started going a different path than the main road in as to avoid the men.

You were able to walk with the girls for a good couple hours as you soon saw a gas station. You walked in with the girls and told the man behind the counter your predicament, he was about to dial the police as the door opened and a man walked in. One of the men who kidnapped you all.

He shot the man behind the counter and the girls froze. “Thought you could get away that easy?” he said as you gripped the knife in you hand behind your back. He came closer and pointed the gun at you all. “Lets go!” he yelled as some of the girls flinched. He got closer as you were able to tackle him the the ground.

His gun went off and slid to the side as the girl watched you and him fight. You were able to flip him on his stomach and grab the keys out of his pocket. You threw them at the girls direction and yelled, “go! Like we talked about! Get to a big city and don’t stop!” He manged to flip you over and push you to the ground as you gritted you teeth and saw the girls run out of the shop and to the van.

You kneed him in the sweet spot as he crumbled above you and you got up on your feet and went to the gun but were tackled to the ground as your face slammed down. He turned you over and held down your hands as he delivered a punch to your face.

This went on for a while; you and him struggling and giving each other bruises that would hurt for days. You were finally able to knock him out, by slamming his head against the hard floor.

You stood up and took the gun and knife as you were able to make your way out of the store and to the little car sitting outside. You broke the passengers side window and unlocked the car and made your way over to the drivers side to hot wire the car. You fumbled with wires and finally got the car to start as you heard a chime from the store entrance. The man was coming out as you pulled out as he tried to chase you as you stuck the gun out your window and were able to hit him in the leg as he fell to the ground. All those times training with your uncle had finally paid off.

You knew it was stupid, but you couldn’t help but go back to the direction of the barn. You hadn’t seen any structures where they could’ve keep the boys and you had to get them to safety. You had promised them.

***

A white van pulled up to the front of the school about 2 hours after the BAU had gotten there. The girls filed out and made their way inside the building as they saw the cars parked out in front and figured their would be someone there. The doors were open and they walked in and were met with shocked faces of the staff.

The staff got the agents as they made their way to the front of the school. Aaron watched as the girls look around clearly nervous and distraught. “We need to conduct interviews now.” The team nodded as they each took one of the girls into a classroom. JJ gathered all the parents with daughters and told them the good news.

Spencer and Aaron sat with one of the girls. “Start at the beginning.”

The girl told them about the barn and how you had gotten them out and then the walk to the gas station and how you had fought with the man as you told them to go and get help. “Do any of you know Aaron Hotchner? Miss. Hotchner told us to get him and he would know what to do.”

“That would be me,” Aaron spoke as she nodded.

“She saved us and I feel so bad for just leaving her there, with that man,” she shuddered at the thought. “Do you think he killed her?” she whispered to them as both Spencer and Hotch paled at the thought.

“I don’t think so,” Spencer spoke honestly, “Miss. Hotchner is very resourceful and you said she had the upper hand, right?” The girl nodded as Spencer smiled. “I’m sure she’s fine and you did just what she told you. You don’t have to feel guilty.”

She left the room and was soon reunited with her parents.

“We need to get to the gas station,” Hotch said as Spencer nodded. “Half of us will go there and the other half to the barn. We can have Garcia see if the car had GPS and if she can retrace where it’s been.”

The team regrouped and Garcia was able to get 3 locations in the vicinity. They split up accordingly and headed out to the locations.

***

You had scoped out a small building. It had no cars in front of it and was the the closest building to the barn you had been in earlier. You knew you could either go in guns a-blazing, but the man inside would have the kids as leverage and you knew you had to take him out as soon as possible or at least injure him.

You held the gun in your hand and quickly made your way to the building as you looked into one of the windows and saw the boys all tied up and the man sitting with as concerned look on his face. You devised your plan and figured it would be easier to lure him out. You walked back to the car and put pressure on the horn as it continued to make noise as the heavy stick pressing against it held.

The man came out as you hid behind a tree and waited for him to have his back to you. Once this happened you fired your gun and hit him in the back of his leg. He dropped to the ground and his gun went forward. You ran over and picked it up as he cried out and started cussing at you.

“You stupid bitch! You’re gonna pay for this!” he screamed.

“Sure, buddy,” you said in an amused voice. You put the guns down as you turned him on his back and took the branch for the car and hit his jaw with it as he passed out. You put it down and checked his pulse, still alive. You opened up the trunk of the car and held him in an army carry as you put him in the small space as you closed and locked the trunk. You jogged over to the building and opened the door to see around 17 teenage boys looking at you with more fear than you had ever seen.

“Miss. Hotchner!” one said as you smiled and got out your knife and began getting the zip-ties off of them.

“Is everyone okay? Anyone hurt?” They all said no to your question as nodded and finished getting everyone free.

“What happened to the girls?” one boy asked.

“They are hopefully with my uncle and making sure someone comes for us soon,” you told them as they nodded. “You’ll all get the full story when we get out of here, okay?”

You lead them out of the small building and told them to stay there. They did as told as you brought the car over and made sure to keep an eye on the man inside if he did manage to escape.

After waiting for a hour or so in the dark, a black SUV pulled up along with a swat car.

“Everyone put you hands up, it’s alright,” you told them as you placed down the gun and knife and put you hands above your head. The boys followed in suit and you soon saw your uncle get out of the car.

“Guns down! It’s just the kids!” he made his way over to you as you hugged him tightly. You groaned lightly as he pulled away. “Are you alright?” You nodded and gestured towards the kids as your uncle understood.

Spencer came over to you as smiled lightly at him. Your face was littered with cuts and bruises and even a bit of blood that was dried on your face. “Hey, Spencer,” you said as he smiled lightly. “There’s one of the douche bags in the trunk.” You pointed as he nodded at you words.

“Can I get some cuffs and a guy over here!” he yelled out as he made his way over to the trunk. A SWAT guy had his gun up as you unlocked the trunk and the man tumbled out.

He immediately started yelling, “where is that bitch!” he lunged at you from the ground as the SWAT cuffed him and brought him into custody. You closed the trunk and swiftly sat atop it. You winced slightly as Spencer was quick to come by your side.

“You’re hurt,” he said frowning as you nodded at his word.

“Got thrown around a bit,” you joked. He quickly went over to the SUV and got back to you as he was now holding a first-aid kit. He set it down on the trunk and quickly got to work on your face.

You cuts had stopped bleeding by now, but they were still open and Spencer delicately wiped them down and placed a few bandages on your face. You swore he was blushing, but it was too hard to tell in the dark.

He finished cleaning up your face and Hotch quickly thanked him. You got into the stolen car as 3 of the boys got in with you as well as Spencer and he started to drive off to the school.

***

Spencer pulled up to the school as you all got out of the car. Parents were waiting outside the car and the boys rushed to them as they all let out cries. You smiled at the sight and had also asked Spencer about the fate of the girls earlier and were grateful for that as well. You made your way over to a paramedic and she checked you out and quickly realized that you had in fact a minor dislocated your shoulder.

“Seriously?” you asked as she nodded.

“It was probably the adrenaline that allowed you body to over look it. That with the other bruises all over your body, your mind probably thought it was just one of those,” she explained. “I’ll have to pop it back in place.” You grimaced and nodded as she made her way over to your side.

Hotch was by your side as you stuck out your hand and he took it. Some of the students were watching, worried for you.

“Big breath in,” she told you as you followed her instructions and she quickly popped it back into place. You shoulder cracked loudly and you yelped a bit and turned some heads. “Alright, you’ll have to treat it with care and it might swell, but you are good to go Miss. Hotchner.”

“Thank you,” you told her with a light smile and you hopped of the back of the ambulance. Your uncle rubbed you back as you looked to him. “How’s Jack?” you asked as he smiled at your question.

“He’s fine. Will, JJ’s husband, is watching him.” You nodded at his response and made your way to the school as he still had to pack up some stuff. “I’m driving you home and don’t even think about coming into work tomorrow.” You laughed as he smiled at you.

“Miss. Hotchner!” Your name was called you looked to your uncle and quickly departed to got talk to the families.

“Is everything alright?” you asked the father as he nodded.

“We,” he gestured towards all the parents, “wanted to thank you for saving our kids and keeping them safe.” A few mothers and fathers were crying and kids were smiling at you lightly.

“Of course, i’m just glad that everyone is okay,” you told them truthfully. A girl came up to you and hugged you tightly as more kids came up and eventually the whole class was in a big group hug as some of them cried a bit, you surely teared up. They pulled away when your uncle came out and you bid the adieu and goodnight as you made your way over to Hotch.

“Ready?” he asked as you walked to your car.

You bit your lip. “One moment.” You made your way over to the young doctor and tapped him on the shoulder as he whipped around. “Spencer,” you spoke softly as he looked at you and paused on working on your face. “Would you want to get dinner on Friday?”

Spencer looked at you with wide eyes and couldn’t help but smile widely at your question.

“It’s just, I almost died a few time today and I don’t want to do anything that would regret, which would include not asking you out. I know it’s bad timing and it’s totally fine if you don’t want to and-”

You would’ve kept rambling, but Spencer cut you off, “I would love to have dinner on Friday with you.” You smiled at the man as he smiled back and now you were sure of the blush on his cheeks.

“Cool, um, do you have a pen?” you asked as he nodded and fumbled to get a pen from his bag. You smiled at him and took his palm as you wrote out your phone number and handed it back to him. “See you on Friday.” You smiled brightly as he nodded. You pecked his cheek and turned around quickly and was met with a surprised look on your uncles’ face.

Spencer blushed brightly and brought a hand up to his face to check if that had actually happened. Derek came up behind him and smiled widely as he clapped him on the back.

“Finally got the girl! Good job man!” Derek told him as he smiled widely and was met with happy smiles from the rest of the team.

“Dinner on Friday!” he gushed as they cheered and clapped a bit. All happy that the man had gotten some good new for once.

Dinner on Friday.

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Heat Waves (Chapter 2: An Ego Check)

(Very) Brief Summary: Reader is a government contractor joining the team in Benghazi. (Eventual Tanto x Reader) (2626 words)

Chapter 1

Tagging: @abitofpablo @kimburgss @ceyruh

You watched as the dust clouds trailed behind the buggy. The rest of the trip you all sat in silence, taking in the events that had just occurred. When you saw the base from a distance you decided it was safe to holster your weapons. You wiped the sweat of your palms on your thighs as you willed your heart to slow down, and so it did. The second you felt back at equilibrium, Rone took a quick turn into the base. To no surprise, it was the most conspicuous looking place you could have imagined. You expected better from the CIA. Several armed American guards stood at the gate which was surrounded by obvious cameras. You rolled your eyes knowing that if anyone wanted to target us, it wouldn’t be hard. One guy even wore a New York Yankee’s cap. It’s like they didn’t even try.

“Check the new rides. Gaddafi had a going-out-of-business sale on armored vehicles…” Rone gestured towards the Mercedes amongst several other high-end vehicles. He whistled. Leave it to Rone to keep the tone light. “Max-leveled armored, man. We got a great deal… We stole ‘em.” Rone stared down Jack with the biggest smirk plastered on his face. He seemed extremely proud of himself for that one. You watched as a similar smile tugged at the corners of Jack’s lips. You behaved similarly, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a shitty joke.

You gathered your things as the car came to a stop. Rone hopped out, throwing the keys to another man wearing a vest, “Sat unattended at the airport.” His stride paused as he watched someone from afar. You followed his gaze until you saw the Chief. This was definitely going to be something, you didn’t know what, but you could feel the subordination getting ready to bubble out of Rone. “Hey, Chief,” Rone called, nonchalantly, almost mockingly. The Chief looked like any middle-aged man who worked in business. Blue blazer, khaki pants, glasses, the whole shebang. His posture screamed superiority complex, you knew from the get-go you wouldn’t get along, not like it mattered anyway.

“I don’t want to hear it, Tyrone.” He called back, shuffling his way back into the building. Rone strutted towards him, duffel in hand.

“No, no, I understand.” He turned his head for a moment, keeping out of the way of a car

driving past. “I see what you’re going for here,” he called, on the verge of yelling, “Secret spy base with fortified walls, gate cameras,” He fumbled to get his id badge in hand. “and blue-eyed Westerners! walking in and out of this place all day long.” He did a lovely spin for emphasis, pointing towards all the obvious Americans walking around the base. You followed close behind, knowing you were going to need to speak with him as soon as Tyrone was done tearing into him. “But if you want to avoid..” His words were cut off by the Chief slamming the squeaky metal door in your face. His voice dropped a decibel and he spoke, mostly to himself, “That’s so rude”. He placed his phone into the tray mounted on the wall beside the door, before scanning in his card to gain entry. “Can’t believe he just did that to me.” Your heart started to pick up once again. Nothing made you more frustrated than a cocky man being too good to have a goddamn conversation.

The door let out a loud buzz before Rone pushed open the entrance. “Chief, if you want to avoid an international incident,” He continued to track in the Chief’s footsteps, “you send me my guys when I ask for them.” Many of the agents sitting at their computers peeked up to watch the drama unfold. Some took a look at you, the new face, before returning to watch the catfight.

Finally, the man turned to look at Tyrone, squinting in disapproval like a man reprimanding his toddler. “Local faces need to resolve local conflicts, Tyrone.” Aka, your life means little to nothing to me; the incident was just a wrinkle in my daily schedule. He flipped mindlessly through papers within a manilla folder. Wow he’s so important look how busy he is. “We’re guests in this country.” You and Jack came to stand a few feet behind Rone, trying to stay close without poking the bear.

“We’re unwanted guests, Bob.” Rone rebutted. He’s not wrong.

“We’re spies, you’re security guards.. Your job is to keep us out of trouble, not get into it yourselves.” God, he’s pretentious. Rone flipped through some files pinned onto a pillar, looking through some photos of notable people of the region.

“Well help me do my job and give me my guys.” He didn’t bother giving the Chief the privilege of his eye-line as he continued to search through the photos. You heard a buzz, and quickly turned to see the other members of the squad you were now a part of. Perfect timing. You made eye contact with one of them, Chris Paronto. Based on your prior research everybody called him Tanto, the mischievous one. Just then the Chief said some absolute bullshit.

“Here’s what you guys are good at: working out, eating five hot meals a day. What you’re not so good at is doing what you’re told.” God, he was so fucking proud of himself. Look at you little man, showing off your power in front of your team. You let a little of your annoyance slip out.

“Ironic considering without us, everyone’s a sitting duck.” You whispered softly. The men all turned their heads towards you. Well, I guess now is as good a time as ever to get this over with.

“Excuse me? And who are you? Some ex-army nobody who can’t let go of the glory of war?”

Alright, time to rip off the bandaid. You stood a little taller, stepping closer to the Chief, just beside Rone. “Honestly... I’m someone out of your security clearance.” You said assertively. Jack shared a hesitant look with Rone.

“Bullshit.” He turned away from you, readying to remove himself from the conversation.

“Alright, I think it’s best if we get a phone call over with now.” You dropped your duffel onto the tile, squatting down beside it. The armed men gripped their guns just a little bit tighter. The Chief stood, watching you confused. You unzipped the bag, reaching in to wrap your hands around a satellite phone. You zipped it back up but left it on the ground for now.

“I don’t have time for this.” The Chief began to walk towards his office as you stood, clicking a number on speed-dial.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. The director doesn’t like waiting.” You held the phone to your head, keeping a straight face. That definitely made him pause. He turned back towards you, squinting his little face up.

“Director of what?” He sighed.

“Director of the Central Intelligence Agency.” You responded casually as if you were telling him the forecast for the next week. You waited as the phone continued to ring.

Everyone stood in silence except for one guy. Tanto leaned over to whisper in Boon’s ear. “Who the fuck is she?”

Finally, a voice came over the line. “Y/N.”

“Good morning, Sir. We have arrived at the location.” Everyone had their eyes on you, curiosity getting the best of them.

“Any incidents?”

“One en route to base. Resolved without violence. I’ll have a report to you within the hour.”

“Great.” He took a deep breath and you could hear him adjust in his chair. “I take it you’d like me to speak with Bob.”

“That would be appreciated, Sir.”

“Alright hand me over.” You took steady, calculated steps towards the Chief, holding the phone out for him to take. He gently took it from your hand. His eyes bore holes into the crevices of the tiled floor.

“Hello..” The Chief said tentatively. You stepped back, giving him some room. You crossed your arms across your chest, shrugging in Rone’s direction. You could tell he was living for this. “Yes, Sir…. I understand, Sir. Of course…. Goodbye.” He stood like a dog with his tail between his legs. He stepped back towards you, holding out the phone. You took it gladly with a polite smile. Pressing the phone back to your ear you concluded with a quick farewell before going back to put your phone into the duffel. As you squatted beside it, you looked up towards the Chief.

“Are we good?” You said. You no longer wanted to squabble and your tone reflected as such.

“Yes.” He said curtly, returning to his office. The second the door closed, the chatter of the room returned back to normal. You turned back to the men of the team looking at Rone expectantly.

“Alrighty then.” Rone turned to walk towards their lounge and the guys began to follow. Tanto sucked in his lips, trying to stifle a chuckle. The burly man next to him, Boon, jabbed him in the side before moving towards the room. You waited for Jack, giving him a genuine, small smile before trailing behind.

“Well, that was fun.” Mark Geist, also known by the team as “Oz”, stated monotonously, walking into the room as he disassembled his rifle.

“He gets his jollies pushing around alphas because he can.” John Tiegen. Called “Tig”. He’s the brains. The first one to be stationed here. You stood in the corner watching as he placed his things into his cubby.

“We had this commander back in ranger school, he was a real cockbag…” Creative insult. Tanto began to remove his vest as he narrated on. You figured you’d be here for a minute so you pulled the straps of your cello case off of your shoulders placing it onto the floor, along with your duffel. Now that you were within the compound you took off the hijab, throwing it on top of the luggage. You flipped your head forward shaking out the matted hair before you pulled it into a bun. It was a mess but it did the job.

“So on our last night, me and a buddy, we stole his beret.” He placed his vest down on the table before plopping down onto the worn couch. “Whole barracks chubbed it.”

“Chubbed it?” Boon replied, his tone made you think he really didn’t want to know, whipping out his knife to fidget with.

“Yeah, rubbed our dicks on it.” Tanto replied, the widest smile crossing his face. He looked like the Cheshire cat as he reached for the gaming controller. You coughed, stifling your laugh before your face turned quizzical. He turned back towards you, noticing your reaction before giving you a quick up and down and returning to his game. You sauntered over to Jack to join in the awkwardness of being new. You tuned into Tig as he was beginning to talk work to Rone. He leaned forward over a desk that Rone was sitting at.

“Leader was a former Gitmo detainee.” They scanned the rugged laptop, you presumed that they were looking for who you’d tangoed with this morning.

“Yeah, those guys usually don’t hold a grudge.” Rone said in his usual sarcastic tone.

“Hey guys,” Oz’s voice pulled you from your concentration as you turned to face him with a friendly smile. “Mark Geist, Oz.”

“Pleasure.” Jack went to shake his hand and you followed suit.

“Ah guys I’m sorry.” Rone spun on his office chair to face the rest of the crew. “Everybody, this is Jack Silva. It’s our third contract together so he knows the drill. We met training SEALs at Coronado.”

Tanto turned back for a second. “How do you get them to balance that beach ball on their nose?” A few chuckles could be heard from the guys.

“It’s tough.” Jack’s shoulders relaxed slightly, letting himself become more comfortable around his new team.

“And this” He gestured his hand towards you. “is Y/N. She’s uhh..” He paused for a split second, trying to find the right word to describe you. “black-ops and apparently has the government at her fingertips so she’ll probably be of use.” You smirked, nodding your head towards the guys. Rone rose from his spot, spreading his arms across the room. “So we got three ex-Marines here and one ex-Army retard who likes to rub his dick on things.” Tanto stood proudly facing you two.

“Kris Paronto. Call me Tanto.” You both shook his hand. You found Tanto’s demeanor amusing, and much to your dismay, his confidence was undeniably attractive. Despite the tall crowd, he still somehow towered above them. You shared eye contact for a brief moment before turning towards Tig. Although he felt easy to get along with, you hoped his casual demeanor didn’t affect his work. In your experience, the joker usually got people killed. Despite this, what you had researched, he seemed to be doing alright so far.

“Hey. I’m Tig.” He waved towards you two.

“Tig’s been here the longest, so he’ll get you up to speed on the area,” Rone said, stabbing a red pin into a map. Looking in more detail you noticed it was the location of your incident. “This is Boon. Scout Sniper, Zen Master, Holder of Tanto’s leash.” He pointed to the man sitting in the sturdy armchair.

He looked up from his lap. “Welcome to Club Med.”

“It hasn’t rained since June. It’s not gonna rain again until September.” He walked right up to you two strolling past slowly. “You two will be double-bunked. Not me, because I’m in charge. Gym sucks,” damn “food’s actually good.” Lose, win.

Tig walked to the center of the room, a few feet from the three of you. “Base Chief is kinda a tool, but who knows, maybe now that you’re here he’ll be moderately tolerable.”

You shrugged. “No promises but if he gets too snippy I’ll whip out the phone again.”

“Maybe he just needs a new hat” Jack quipped. Tanto looked up from the TV to point appreciatively at Jack.

“Don’t encourage him,” Rone said as if talking about his puppy.

“Come on. He’s just a guy with a job to do.”Oz said. Based on the dynamic he was the dad of the group. Honest, serious, tough-love type of guy. Makes sense given he’s the sniper. “He’s playing his string out, but if you talk to him, Bob did some shit back in the day.” You’d heard it a million times, some badass joins the CIA works his way up until he’s practically just a desk jockey with a power problem. Didn’t gain him any sympathy from you.

“Alright, Jack, Y/N, this is the whiteboard that’s gonna run your life for the next sixty days.” You looked over the various points of the board as Jack made his way towards the couch. Given the limited space you preferred standing just behind, leaning your hip against the back. “I want you to check it every hour cause last-minute moves pop up every minute, such as... where shotgunning it in three hours.” Everyone in the room except you, Jack, and Rone let out an audible groan of annoyance. Tanto slapped his controller onto his lap, looking up to the ceiling. Before concentrating back on the game, he looked at you. You took this opportunity to raise an eyebrow in his direction given his childlike reaction to the news. He responded with a strong but blank stare. You rolled your eyes slightly, breaking eye contact to pay attention to Rone. You were used to being dispatched on the drop of the hat, acclimating to the schedule here probably wouldn’t be too much of a pain.

“Three hours. I’ll let you know when I’m briefed.”

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“The Intern” Part Four

Aaron Hotchner x Female!Reader

(not my gif)

content warnings: description of a dead child, gunshot wound, cursing

hello all! i will disclose, this chapter contains an extremely cliché fanfiction trope. i’m using this to push our lovely reader and aaron together a little closer. also, sorry about the length, i might’ve gotten carried away. anyway, without further ado, enjoy!

“the intern” masterlist

Aaron pulled up and parked across the street from the hotel where the team was staying. He made the final motion on the wheel with just his palm, the simple and non-sexual action giving you a bit of butterflies in your stomach. He looked over at you with a small smile, and you offered him one back before the two of you stepped out of the car in almost perfect unison.

You rounded the front of the car and met him on the other side, standing next to each other while you waited for a car to pass. You stole a glance at him; he was staring straight ahead, but you were sure he knew you were looking at him out of the corner of your eye. The two of you crossed the street together, and Hotch held the door open for you, gentlemanly as ever.

You followed Aaron up to the receptionist’s desk. This hotel was decently nice, not five stars but not a complete dump either. The sudden urge to wrap your hands around his arm and cling to him came over you; you just loved his presence and it made you feel safe, especially in a place you’d never been before. He told the woman at the desk his name and that he was with the FBI and that he should have a room in his name with two separate queen beds.

Her brows furrowed as she typed away on her keyboard. She looked defeated. Aaron’s face donned a confused look; you were sure yours looked similar.

“Is there a problem?” He asked the woman. She sighed, still clicking and typing.

“I’m sorry sir, I can’t seem to find your name listed for a double bedroom.” He shook his head, telling her that was impossible.

“Our technical analyst, Penelope Garcia, called ahead and reserved rooms for us.” You could tell he was starting to get frustrated. The thumb on the hand by his side was rubbing over his knuckles.

“I’m aware of that, sir, but there’s not a room like that left. We have a room with a single bed at the same price, or you could upgrade to our suite for a hundred dollars more with two separate king beds.” She looked up at him expectantly, waiting for his answer.

He sighed, pulling his wallet out of his coat. Flipping it open, he pulled out his card. “Just give me the single bed.”, he grumbled at her. It was kind of funny to see him bothered like this, but it was not the time to laugh. She took it from him, asking for ID from both of you. You both handed her your driver’s licenses, as your badge probably wouldn’t suffice in this instance.

She confirmed everything and handed Aaron the room key, telling you two to have a nice stay. He didn’t say a word to her, just picked up his go-bag and headed to the elevator. She looked at you like she expected you to say something. You just gave her an apologetic look and hurried after Aaron.

The doors to the elevator slid together, and it was the two of you alone again.

“Sorry about the room.” You said, in an attempt to break the somewhat awkward silence. You looked over at him. In a different situation, the silence likely wouldn’t have been awkward, but he was in kind of a mood.

He sighed, looking forward. “It’s okay, (Y/N).” He seemed to relax a bit, and you returned your gaze to the doors in front of you. With a chime, they opened again and Hotch took the lead out into the hallway.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather try to squeeze in with Prentiss and JJ? You don’t even have any clothes.” He asked you as you reached the door of the room. His brows were knitted together on his forehead, lips in a straight line. Did he not want to share a room with you? Or was he just trying to make you comfortable?

“Hotch, I can borrow some of their stuff if I need to. I don’t care to share a room with you. We’re adults, right?” You were suddenly very aware of the amount of space between your bodies; it wasn’t much. He chuckled to himself, shaking his head and looking at his feet. His laugh gave you butterflies.

“You’re right. I think they’re in room 207, down the hall. Go by and get anything you need and I’ll let you in when you get back.” He gave you a small smile and opened the door, closing it behind him. You took note of the number of your room, and turned on your heel and walked down the hall.

Once you found their room, you knocked lightly. “Who is it?” You hear Emily call from the other side of the door, but it doesn’t sound like she’s asking you. She sounds distant, probably busy doing something else in the room.

“It’s (Y/L/N)!”, JJ exclaims happily from the other side of the door. Not a moment later, she pulls the door open quickly. She greets you with a huge smile and pulls you into her arms.

“So, are you rooming with us? I mean, it’s kinda tight but I’m sure we can make room for you.”, Emily asked you once the door is shut behind you and you’re in the room. You glanced at the single bed behind the two of them. They must have lucked out of a double-bedded room, too. You laugh nervously, knowing full well they were about to tease you. Your gaze fell to your feet.

“I’m rooming with Hotch.”, you admitted to them. They gasped in unison. Emily covered her mouth, both of them staring at you with wide eyes.

“What?”, you ask them, feeling a bit embarrassed. They must’ve picked up on it.

“(Y/N)! That’s amazing! Just don’t be too loud in case the walls are thin.”, JJ retorted with a smirk on her lips. Your jaw fell and you playfully smacked her arm.

“It’s not like that, guys!”, you exclaimed. Emily rolled her eyes and JJ scoffed.

“Yeah, right. You can’t fool two profilers, not to mention women.” JJ had a point.

“What was with the jacket today, then?”, Emily asked you, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed and a knowing smile on her face. You felt your cheeks start to heat up.

“I was cold! Besides, he wasn’t taking ‘no’ for an answer. Right, J?”, you tried defending yourself. JJ looked over at Emily with a look that said “she’s not wrong”.

“Okay, then why’d you knock on our door? Not that we don’t mind your company, (Y/N/N).”, JJ asked you. You explained you needed to borrow some clothes, and that whatever they could spare would be appreciated. Emily lent you some dress shirts and pants for the coming days ahead, and JJ handed you some underwear and a t-shirt and pants to sleep in. You hugged both of them and headed back out into the hallway, butterflies fluttering around in your stomach at an obnoxious speed.

Your knuckles sounded softly on the door to your room. Aaron didn’t answer right away, and you thought you heard the water running on the other side of the door. Maybe he was showering. Right as you were about to knock again, a dishevelled and dripping wet Aaron Hotchner answered the door. Of course, he was in nothing but a towel that was tied dangerously low, but you tried to ignore that part.

“(Y/N), sorry. I was in the shower.” He said. The water drops trickled down his face and on his bare chest, all the way down to…

“I see that.” You tried laughing off the feeling that was taking over your body at the moment, praying to any deity out there that he wasn’t catching on to your act. There was still a little soap in his hair. He stepped aside so you could come in, and you squeezed past his wet and muscular body. He mumbled another apology as you slid past.

“Hotch, you’re fine! Get back in the shower.” You smiled at him, and he returned one, maybe the biggest you’ve ever seen on him. He stepped back into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Oh, he’s fine, alright.

You flopped onto the bed, trying to compose yourself by taking deep breaths. It wasn’t helping. You figured now was as good a time as ever to change, so you took off your blazer and then started unbuttoning your shirt, shrugging it off your shoulders and onto the bed. You undid the clasp on your bra, taking it off and putting it under your blazer. That was the last thing Aaron needed to see lying on the bed.

Your shoes and pants came next, then you pulled on the clothes JJ let you borrow. The shirt was super comfy. You sat down on the bed, folding your day clothes and placing them in the duffle bag you’d picked up at the airport. Just then, Hotch came out of the bathroom in a white t-shirt and red flannel pajama pants. Your heart did a backflip in your chest.

After zipping up your bag and placing it next to the nightstand, you laid down under the covers. Hotch walked over to the opposite side of the bed that you were on and grabbed a pillow, throwing it onto the sad excuse for a couch.

“Whatcha doin’?”, you questioned with a small smile on your face. He didn’t say anything, just pulled the extra blanket off the bed and unfolded it, laying it on the couch too.

“You can have the bed, (Y/L/N).” The tone in his voice was hard to pick up on. You couldn’t tell if he was opposed to the thought of sleeping beside you, or if he was just trying to be nice.

“Hey, we’re adults, remember? A flat piece of cardboard is probably comfier than that couch.” You softly patted the space next to you, and he chuckled, shaking his head at you. Surprisingly, without any argument, he picked up the pillow and blanket and climbed into bed with you.

The only light illuminating the room was the table lamp on your side of the bed. The soft, slightly yellow glow lit up Aaron’s features perfectly as he tried getting comfortable in the spot next to you. You just lied there and looked at him, hoping it wasn’t obvious you were admiring him. Once he finally seemed ready to go to sleep, you asked him if you could turn the light off. He said yes, so you leaned over and turned it off.

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”, Aaron’s voice sounded out in the dark. You could hear his even breaths and smell his shampoo. You sure could get used to this, though you know you shouldn’t. You sighed contently.

“Goodnight, Hotch.”, you practically whispered, turning over so that your back faced him. You fell asleep faster than you thought.

The hours ticked by as the two of you rested in peaceful sleep, but at one point throughout the night, you thought you felt something on your back. It barely woke you; the sensation was light. At first, you weren’t sure what it was, but you soon deduced it had to be Aaron’s fingers, slowly and gently tracing shapes on your t-shirt. You didn’t question it; surely you were dreaming. But the touch, real or not, was so soft that drifted back into unconsciousness.

You awoke again to the sun streaming into the room, this time more alert. You were warm and relaxed, having slept better than you expected. Suddenly you realized the warmth was not from the sun, but from the man next to you. His chest was pressed up against your back and his left arm was draped over your waist. Your body tensed up, not knowing what to do. It was inappropriate, unprofessional. Then why did you enjoy it so much?

You relaxed again, glancing over at the alarm clock on the nightstand. You still had an hour and a half before you had to be at the station to get to work again. So, ten or fifteen more minutes like this shouldn’t harm anything. You shut your eyes and sighed contently. His breathing was shallow and even behind your head, and you could smell his natural smell. It was hard to describe. You imagined he smelled like what cinnamon and honey tea would taste like on a cold and snowy winter day, warm and cozy. Like home.

You opened your eyes again to see how much time had passed. It had been about fifteen minutes or so, so you decided to carefully slip out of his arms and get in the shower. You immediately missed his body next to yours, but you knew it wasn’t something you should get used to. As quietly as possible, you unzipped your bag and got out all the clothes you’d need. You found a towel under the sink and shut the bathroom door, starting up the water in the shower. You hoped you wouldn’t wake him; partially so he could sleep, but also you wanted to see him right when he woke up and hear his sleepy voice.

You left your pajamas on the bathroom floor and climbed in the shower, reveling in the feeling of the warm water running through your hair and over your body. The fact crossed your mind that yours and Aaron’s hair would have the same scent from the hotel’s shampoo and conditioner, and you weren’t opposed to the thought at all.

You finished your shower and got dressed, putting on a bra and black tank top you planned on wearing as an undershirt. Your dress pants slid over your legs next; you fastened them and admired the way they fit you in the mirror, checking for any flaws.

Next, you used the hotel’s little hairdryer and styled your hair the best you could with what you had, which wasn’t much. You liked how it turned out, though.

You picked up your clothes and pulled the bathroom door open, looking over to the bed to see Aaron sat up, typing away on his phone. He was probably answering emails or something, but you didn’t press him about it. You placed your clothes inside your bag.

“Good morning, (Y/N).” There was the sleepy voice you’d looked forward to hearing. He looked over at you, and you didn’t miss the way his gaze lingered on you. His hair was messy but in a cute way. A soft smile graced his lips. You smiled at him in return, bare feet padding over the carpet to grab your black button-up shirt. Pulling it over your shoulders, you heard Hotch get out of bed behind you. You turned and looked over your right shoulder to see him picking up his duffle, placing it on the bed and unzipping it. You returned your focus to buttoning up your shirt, tucking it into your pants. When you turned back around, Aaron already had his pants and belt on and his white button-up was pulled on, left unbuttoned for the time being. He was quick.

Suddenly, his cell phone rang. “Hotchner.”, he said into the speaker, very matter-of-factly. You turned to face him, watching his face for any change in expression. His eyebrows knit together, and his eyes darted around on the carpet. The look in his eyes told you he was listening to whatever the person was saying, and it seemed urgent. He looked up at you, then back at the floor. “We’ll be there soon.” He hung up. You looked at him expectantly for an explanation.

“There’s another body. I’m going straight to the crime scene, do you want to come or should I have someone take you to the station with them?” The sentence itself might sound snarky, maybe even a little rude. But the tone in his voice was completely the opposite. He knew you were new, and he didn’t want to push your boundaries. You watched his fingers work the buttons on his shirt as you made a decision.

“I’ll go with you, Hotch.” He nodded, pulling his tie around his neck and tying it faster than you’ve ever seen anyone do. Aaron went to the bathroom to quickly comb his hair and brush his teeth. You realized you wanted to put mascara on, so you grabbed a spare tube that you kept in your purse and stood next to Aaron in the bathroom.

For people that hardly knew each other, you were having a lot of intimate moments together already. You felt like he was watching you put it on, but you were too focused and didn’t want to mess it up to try and confirm your suspicions. He was brushing his teeth, and the two of you were looking in the mirror. You smiled at him in it and he gave you a toothpaste-filled smile back. You laughed, careful not to smear your freshly applied mascara. He chuckled deeply. You loved how comfortable you already were around him.

You stepped out to slip on your blazer, making sure you had everything together for the day. He finished up in the bathroom and sat down on the bed to put his shoes on.

“Text the others and tell them I want Morgan and Prentiss to meet us at the scene and JJ, Reid and Dave to head to the station.” You nodded, pulling your phone from your pocket.

‘JJ, Hotch wants you, Reid, and Rossi at the station and Morgan and Em to meet us at the scene. Relay the message pls :)’

The phone vibrated in your hand.

‘Sure thing, boss lady ;)’

You rolled your eyes, smiling. You clicked your phone off and shoved it back into your pocket. Looking up, Hotch was pulling his blazer on and straightening his collar. He nodded for you to open the door, and you stepped out into the hallway. Aaron was right behind you, briefcase in hand. The two of you walked beside each other down the hallway and to the elevator. You couldn’t lie, walking next to him like this felt good.

‘You’d make a good power couple…’ The thought bounced around in your head. You tried ignoring it, but you couldn’t disagree. You definitely wouldn’t mind being Aaron Hotchner’s partner, and not just in the bureau.

The ride to the scene was comfortably silent. You watched the scenery outside the passenger side window go by as Aaron drove. Occasionally, you stole a glance at him. You couldn’t tell if you were just checking on him or if you wanted a little look at him. Either way, he didn’t seem to notice. If he did, he didn’t mention it or even seem to care.

The two of you stepped out of the SUV and Hotch led the way to the officials that were already there.

“Agent Hotchner. Thank you for coming on such short notice.” The officer shook his hand.

“This is Agent (Y/L/N).” Aaron’s hand gestured towards you, and the officer shook your hand as well. He gave you a curt nod, and let the two of you under the police tape.

You were a tad nervous; this was your first time seeing a dead body, and it was a child nonetheless. You just hoped Aaron didn’t pick up on it. You didn’t want him to think you couldn’t handle it just because you were nervous.

You were in the woods, pine trees surrounding you. The cool wind hit your skin, blowing your hair lightly. The body was covered with a sheet. Aaron gave you a look as if to ask if you were ready, before kneeling and throwing the sheet off.

The boy laid on his back, his slender arms crossed over his chest. His lips were blue and so were the tips of his fingers and his little toes. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was made of ice. His skin was a pale white and looked to be very cold. The only clothes he had on were thin-looking pajama pants. You’d instantly felt bad for the boy; in the low overnight temperatures of Nebraska, he’d likely been very cold if he’d been alive when he was left here. You knew full well he was gone and had been for a while, but you just wanted to drape a couple of warm blankets over him.

When you didn’t move, Aaron looked up at you. “Are you okay?” His soft voice filled the air. You snapped out of it, looking over at him. Your head rested under your hand, your other arm pulled close to your chest. You only nodded. He turned his attention back to the body, gently picking up his hand. “Look. There’s skin under his fingernails. He fought his attacker.”

You knelt at his side, pulling on the gloves he’d given you earlier. Hotch pulled the skin back on his fingers to show you. He was right. Softly, he placed the boy’s arm where it was. You were looking at his neck, where the abrasions were from his asphyxiation. Despite everything, the boy looked at peace. You hoped he was.

Morgan and Prentiss approached behind you two, asking what you’d found. You both stood to greet them. Hotch explained everything he’d seen, just from observing. They discussed possible motives and things they knew now they could look for on the unsub, like defensive wounds from the boy.

“He’s showing signs of remorse. And he dumped the body in a more secluded area. Do you think he’s starting to regret what he’s done?” Morgan asked, to no one in particular it seemed. Hotch agreed with him.

“Let’s head to the station.”

You got back into the car, still processing what you’d seen. Hotch got in, looking over at you. It’s good that he’s good at his job, but not for you. He must’ve picked up on your feelings.

“(Y/N)? Are you sure you’re okay?”, Aaron asked you. You didn’t answer right away, your gaze fixed forward. You turned your head, looking into his soft brown eyes. They flickered around your face, trying to read your emotions. You offered him a sad smile.

“I’ve just never seen a dead body before, much less a kid. I don’t know, it just kind of made me sad.” Your voice got quieter as your sentence went on; you felt a couple of tears pushing at your water line.

He muttered your name and an apology, taking hold of your hand. His other hand slowly reached up to your face to wipe a tear away, one that you hadn’t even realized had fallen. He was careful not to smudge your makeup, you could tell in the way his thumb grazed over your skin. His hands were rough and calloused, but you didn’t mind it.

“If you’re not up for this…”, he started saying. You shook your head, squeezing his hand.

“I am, Hotch.” His lips formed into a tight smile, and he nodded at you. You expected him to let go of your hand, but he never did. He started the car and pulled out, making his way to the police station. Your hands were clasped the whole way there, his thumb rubbing over your skin every once in a while. You’d never seen him so vulnerable, yet it seemed to come so naturally to him with you. It was his comforting nature, one of the things you admire about him.

After about two hours and lunch from the local Chinese place, you worked together with the team to develop a solid profile for the unsub and a geographical profile as well. You could certainly get used to working cases like this.

Suddenly, a call from Garcia came through Morgan’s cell phone. “Baby girl, you’re on speaker. Behave.”

“Or what, you’ll spank me?” You stifled a laugh, looking around at the rest of the team. Most of them smiled and shook their heads, while Morgan rolled his eyes playfully.

“Garcia.”, Aaron said flatly. You could almost see her eyes widen.

“Sorry, sir. So, I ran the IP addresses of the people that Nathan had been chatting with and I think I found your guy, sending you the info now.” Just then, a text from Garcia came through with everything she’d found.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” Morgan hung up the phone, and everyone looked at what she’d sent.

“He’s got a record, that’s for sure. And he fits the profile.” Prentiss noted aloud. You agreed. His nasty insides certainly showed on his outside, too. Looking at his mugshot made you cringe. Another text buzzed on your phone from Garcia.

‘PLEASE tell me something juicy happened with your roommate!!’

You smiled, rolling your eyes at her. You typed a response, telling her nothing happened, not mentioning the arms you woke up in. She wasn’t happy with your answer, but that’s how it had to be. A relationship between you and Aaron could not happen, no matter how much you wanted it to.

“Dave and Prentiss, go to the work address. The rest of us will go to his house.”, Hotch ordered. Everyone walked out to their respected cars. You climbed into the passenger seat of the SUV Aaron was driving, and Morgan, JJ, and Reid piled in the backseat. Hotch flipped the sirens and lights on and sped out of his parking spot.

The setting sun cast an orange glow on Aaron, lighting up his features in a beautiful way. The five of you made it to the house within ten minutes, followed by a parade of the local cops and SWAT. You all got out, and they strapped their vests on and affixed their earpieces. Hotch pulled out an extra vest and earpiece for you, helping you put them on.

He motioned for JJ and Reid to go around back and scope out, along with some cops and SWAT members. The rest of you went up the front door. Aaron announced that they were the FBI, and there was no answer. Morgan promptly kicked the door in, heading in with you and Hotch in suit. He directed the cops and Morgan to clear the first floor and brought you upstairs with him. Once you reached the top of the stairs, Aaron gave you one last look before taking the left hallway, telling you to clear the right one.

You were practically shaking, walking as quietly and slowly as possible. You cleared the first room, then walked into the second one. When you turned to check behind the door, the unsub was standing there, a gun aimed at you.

Your eyes grew wide. “Drop the gun. It’s over.” Your voice didn’t come out as confident as you’d hoped, and he smirked at you. Faster than you could process, he quickly fired a shot into your body, hitting your leg at what felt like your thigh. You fell to the ground, hitting your head on the wall behind you.

In your blurry vision, the unsub came into view, towering over you. You groaned in pain, clutching your leg. He smiled down at you; you heard him cock the gun again and the barrel came into view.

“Drop it, now!” Morgan’s voice boomed in the room. The unsub did as he was instructed, but a huge smile still on his face. You didn’t hear anything else Morgan told him to do, but he was yanked from the room by a SWAT officer, now wearing handcuffs. It was all you could do to focus on the white ceiling above you. Morgan knelt over you. “Hotch!”, he called over his shoulder.

Morgan took your hand, his other hand cradling your face. “Kid, hey, stay with me.” He muttered something into his mic, something about needing a medic. You heard footsteps growing closer. Your eyes kept rolling in the back of your head, the pain shooting in your leg taking its effect.

Someone told Morgan to go, told him to make sure the medics had some specific things with them. Aaron came into view above you. He quickly knelt beside you, taking your hand.

“(Y/N), look at me.” You did your best to do so, angling your body towards him, but that just made the pain worse. You moaned in pain, squeezing your eyes shut. “Don’t move, the paramedics are on their way.” His voice was low, his hand holding your head up.

“Aaron…”, you gasped out. Weakly, you reached to touch his arm. “Don’t leave me…”, you trailed off, your eyes fluttering shut.

“(Y/N), stay awake for me, can you do that?” He whispered. Your eyes opened back up, looking him in the eyes. You thought you saw a glimmer on his cheek. He let go of your hand and unfastened his tie.

“This is going to hurt. I’m sorry.” You weren’t sure what he meant until you felt a restriction on your leg. It felt like he was going to cut it off. You cursed under your breath, groaning again. Aaron muttered another apology.

“Fuck, it hurts, Hotch…” You could barely form a coherent thought. He mumbled that he knew, pulling you from the ground and up into his arms. Suddenly, the cool evening air hit your skin, and the last thing you remembered was Hotch’s warm body against yours and the smell of the hotel shampoo, your face buried into his chest.

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