#JJ these are BEYOND amazing

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wait the songs in this game are actually really good

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She Keeps Me Up

Dom!Jennifer Jareau x Sub!Fem!Reader

I'd fall to pieces if I went anywhere without her

Summary:

JJ is protective of you. When you offer yourself up as 'bait' to lure in an UnSub who is killing women of your type, she protests endlessly about it - but ultimately she can't stop you.

She can, however, possessively lay her claim on you when you get back from the ordeal with nothing more than a tiny scratch.

Dom!Jennifer Jareau x Sub!Fem!Reader. Established Dom/Sub Relationship. Smut/PWP.

Word Count: 3,100

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Detailed warnings and author's notes below the cut.

Warnings: This is pretty much pure smut (with very little plot); this is older/milf JJ and younger reader - the specific age difference is not stated, but the reader is mentioned to be the youngest person on the team; JJ is dominant and the reader is submissive; the reader uses she/her pronouns and has a vagina; in the very minimal plot, the reader volunteers herself as 'bait' to lure an UnSub (that UnSub is hunting women with similar looks to the reader, but the reader's looks are not described in any way); (passing mention of rape - the UnSub rapes his victims); the reader ends up with a very small cut on her neck from the UnSub but doesn't get any other injuries from the incident; JJ is very protective of the reader; JJ is very possessive of the reader; lots of praise kink - JJ calls the reader 'good girl'; JJ calls the reader 'baby', and 'babygirl'; thigh riding (the reader rides JJ's thigh); JJ is fully clothed and the reader is naked; Mommy kink - the reader refers to JJ as Mommy; very slight manhandling (nothing beyond JJ's realistic strength/nothing to suggest the reader can't be plus sized); oral sex - reader receiving; edging (once - because JJ likes to play with her food); slight spit kink; undertones of humiliation kink; fingering - reader receiving; a lot of begging; implications toward overstimulation; and I think that's it?

A/N: I feel like I have to give credit to this amazing edit - this inspired the general vibe of this fic and inspired the song choice for the title. Dom Milf JJ got stuck in my head and I needed to write about her, and when someone requested thigh riding with Dom JJ, it all came together perfectly in my brain. This could be viewed as a version of JJ who never married Will, or this could be viewed as a situation where Will and JJ are poly and Will is totally okay with JJ and the reader's relationship (which is what's happening in my head, even though I didn't mention Will in the fic). Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!!

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“You did so good. Hey, shh. It’s okay. You did so good. You’re okay.” 

It was still echoing in your mind - JJ’s firm, soothing voice speaking the words, along with the way she held you tight as you collapsed into her arms after the long, hectic night. 

You had been the perfect bait to a killer that the BAU had been struggling to catch - a young, pretty face, exactly like all the other girls he had killed thus far. You were the youngest member of the team, a fresh face that perfectly matched the man’s type in a string of young girls that he had murdered and dismembered after brutally raping them. 

Even though you had volunteered to help lure the killer out, JJ had been stiff-jawed and glaring at the mere suggestion of you in the presence of such a sick man. You saw it as a way to help, but all she saw was horrible flashes in her mind, images of you merging with the crime scene photos on the board, turning into one of the dead girls who had been killed so brutally. It kept flashing through her mind on a loop, taunting her. She was deeply against it, and spent the better part of the day trying to talk Emily out of it, trying to convince the team that there was some other way. 

But you wouldn’t risk the lives of any more women. You trusted the team to have your back. 

And even when the horrible man had held the knife to your throat, just barely cutting into your skin with it while the team rushed to capture him, you still didn’t regret it. So many more people would be safe because of what you had done. JJ had been there for you - holding onto you tight, and assuring you that you had done well while your chest racked with sobs and you struggled for breath. 

There was a lot of paperwork to be done and technically they wanted you to visit the hospital to be fully medically cleared, but all you wanted was JJ. You needed some time alone in a quiet room instead of all the flashing lights, people bustling around, asking you questions, crowding into your personal space. She stayed tight by your side, her hand never leaving yours. 

She barked at them in her authoritative voice when you gave her a sad-eyed look that told her you didn’t want to go to the hospital. The small cut on the side of your neck that had been inflicted by the man’s large knife was bandaged up with you sitting on the back of the ambulance and then JJ whisked you away from it all. 

With you still shaking lightly, your muscles quivering with anxiety and your chest threatening more sobs - she knew that you wouldn’t be able to sleep. Not with your mind replaying it all, over and over again. 

She knew exactly what you needed. (She always did.) 

It wasn’t long before she had you alone in her hotel room, stripped completely naked while she was still fully clothed. She guided you to sit on her lap as she sat on the edge of the bed, the roughness of her clothes so perfect against your sensitive skin. 

The lights were dim - only the lamp of the side table turned on, creating the perfect quiet atmosphere, making it feel like the two of you were the only people in the world. She had a firm, commanding grip on your hips with both hands, guiding you to sit with your thighs bracketed around her leg. You were soon sitting with the firmness of her athletic, muscled thigh stiff between your legs; nestled up against your hot, needy pussy as she firmly pulled you to sit on the fabric of her gray slacks. 

You let out a loud whimper as she pulled you to fully sit and forced her thigh fully between your legs. She forced the muscled firmness right up against the naked, swollen lips of your cunt. You weren’t completely wet (yet), but you found yourself clenching down hard at the pure rawness of the fabric rubbing against you, the feeling of her nails digging into the flesh of your hips. 

Upon instinct, your hands moved to sit on her shoulders, tangling into the mess of blonde curls there. You whimpered even harder at the feeling of her lips skimming along your cheek as she gently hushed you. 

“Shh, shh.” She said, entirely confident and firm. “Good girl. You’re so good for me.” 

Her nose brushed down toward your neck and her thigh flexed - you unconsciously bucked forward, scraping your pussy against her leg, creating a raw, perfect burning friction. A needy heat easily grew within you at a very fast rate, easily pushing out any fear or anxiety that you had about being attacked by that man, about coming so close to having your jugular sliced. All of it melted away from you with her grounding touch on you, with her breath fanning across your skin, with her familiar scent in your lungs. 

“We’re gonna take it slow, okay baby?” JJ said, her soothing voice petting across you - like being wrapped in velvet. 

Slow. 

That word was usually your enemy. 

But you knew that JJ set the pace, no matter what. She was the one in charge. If she ripped your pants down and demanded that you cum within a minute - then you were just a puppet for her pleasure. If she laid you out on the bed naked and played with you, teased you for hours and only let you cum for the first time when the sun was starting to rise - then all you could do was lay there, a sweaty mess, and let her have her way with you. 

She was the commander, and you were nothing but her humble follower. 

You felt hollow without her - always waiting for her command, waiting for her touch. And you could do nothing but accept what she had to give you. 

“Yes, Mommy.” You squeaked out, sliding your palms from her shoulders, deeper into the softness of her hair, seeking more of that touch - more comfort. 

“Good girl.” 

It was that firm praise coming from the velvet of her voice that had wetness truly leaking from you now. You didn’t think that she could feel it through the fabric of her pants, not yet. But she knew you well enough, and she could see the tense of your thighs, the way your stomach quivered. She knew how to play you like a fiddle. And she was good. 

So it was then that JJ dug her fingers into your hips once again, and began rocking you across her thigh - forcing you to move. She wanted you to begin riding her thigh in order to get off. 

“Come on, baby.” She encouraged you, lifting her face from your neck to look you in the eyes - sharp, icy blue piercing through the dim lighting of the room at you, instantly making your gut twist. “Move your hips. Be a good girl for me. Come on.” 

You couldn’t help but to follow the instructions, encouraged by her words. You moved your hips along as she guided you - already feeling pleasant warmth and tingling creeping up your spine, pooling in your stomach and between your thighs. With your swollen pussy rubbing against the fabric of her pants, it was creating a hot friction that was already driving you crazy. Your legs unconsciously widened, your body grinding downward, trying to get more attention on your throbbing clit. 

“Patience, needy girl.” JJ growled, digging her thumbs firmly into your hips, making you moan out in pain at the sharp touch. 

She guided you along in wide, languid strokes. She was forcing your hips to stroke back toward her knee, forcing your back to arch harshly before she brought you back to sit more upright, bringing your body closer to hers once again. It was a motion that put tingling heat through you - but it was a slow burn, rather than the fast, mindless pounding that your body was begging for. She was keeping you on a low simmer, forcing your body to warm up so slowly. 

It was just like she wanted - slow. 

You whined out with impatience, your hand grasping at her shirt while you bit your lip harshly. You were deeply resisting the urge to fight against her grasp in order to fuck yourself against her. 

“Please.” You begged quietly. “Please, Mommy. I need it.” 

“I know what you need, babygirl.” JJ told you, leaning in to kiss your forehead. 

You let out another pathetic whine, but conceded to her whims. 

You closed your eyes to simply feel it, wondering how you would be able to cum like this. (Thinking that you wouldn’t.) 

JJ continued to guide you across her thigh with determination and force. 

You were getting wetter with each stroke, your body boiling in that slow burn, your thighs shaking every single time you were guided back enough for the stiffness of her muscles to graze your swollen clit. You continued on, your hips pushing deeper - knowing she wouldn’t let you break pace, pushing yourself down harder. You were simply enjoying the presence of her hands on you and the pure burn of her thigh between your legs as you bucked across her in those long, deep strokes. 

“Please.” You started begging again. “Please, Mommy, please-” 

“Such a needy girl.” JJ sighed - the tone of her voice almost bored - so light and airy, with none of her own lust showing through at all. 

Though if you could have pried your eyes open for a second, you would have seen her icy irises almost completely chased out by her lust-blown pupils. You would have seen her looking at you with nothing but pure hunger - absolutely loving the show you were putting on for her as you became more desperate, as you stained her pants wetter and wetter as you went on.

“Mommy’s precious girl.” She hummed to herself.  

You would have instantly seen through her calm facade. But you were far too distracted for that. 

You were too caught up in your own head, too busy keeping up the long strokes of your hips for some friction on your cunt. You didn’t catch the wistful tone of her voice; you were too distracted to truly feel the way her thumb just barely brushed against the bandage sitting on your neck. You missed the way her eyes lingered on it - half glaring at the bandage, half glossy with unshed tears. 

She was still burning with deep anger at the thought that anyone would be allowed to bring even the smallest amount of harm to something that belonged to her and still live. But she was also thankful to the high heavens that you had come out of the incident safe. So thankful that you were back in her arms. 

“Mommy-” You croaked out again, your voice cracking with pure need, pulling JJ from her thoughts. 

She shouldn’t be thinking of the filthy man who had almost hurt you. She should be thinking of ways she could bring you pleasure now - ways she could be thankful that you were still here, unharmed. 

“Where do you need it, huh? Right here?” JJ replied, moving one of her hands to slot between your legs, just barely brushing her fingers against your clit. 

This made your hips stutter, pushing toward her touch even more. 

“Yes!” You breathed out desperately. “Yes, there! Please!” 

JJ let out a gentle laugh, and this made you downright dizzy. 

Before you could even comprehend it, you had been flipped onto your back - JJ taking advantage of the fact that your body was limp, lust-weakened and distracted. You were breathless as you looked up at her, now towering over you, so damn powerful with her hair billowing around her in a beautiful golden curtain. Her hands slid up your sides firmly while she leaned into you, pressing her knee into the naked rawness of your cunt - something that made you moan and clench your thighs tighter around her leg. 

“Gonna give you just what you need, pretty girl.” 

JJ rocked her knee against you a few times, enough to make you moan out brokenly. Before you could get any real friction from it, she moved away completely, leaving you breathless and even more needy. 

And then, leaving your stomach flipping with anticipation - she descended downward, using a hair tie that she had around her wrist to put her hair into a messy bun before she positioned herself between your thighs. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what she had in mind. 

She took a hold of you by the backs of your knees and shoved your legs up toward your chest, bending you to her will. This made you vulnerable and open to anything she wanted from you as she dove in eagerly. The moment that her tongue made contact with your clit, you knew that you were done for. 

(Like you always were exactly when she wanted you to be.) 

“Mommy!” You cried out desperately. 

Your back arched hard as you fisted the comforter of the still-made bed underneath you, quivering under her touch but unable to move as she kept you concretely in place. Her lips suctioning tightly around your clit and sucking for dear life, determined to make you cum as hard as possible now that she had teased you to this point. 

“Fuck, Mommy! Oh, oh god!” 

Your hip muscles quivered and you gasped hard, struggling to get air into your lungs as she furiously worked her tongue over you. The movements of her talented tongue causing sharp, hard shocks of pleasure to emanate out from that precious little point. It was all so perfect - the filthy slide of her spit mixing with your wetness, dripping down between your pussy lips, even gathering and dripping down along your asshole and lingering in a small puddle on the bed. 

You were a mess - just as JJ wanted. 

She dug her nails into the flesh on the backs of your thighs, making the muscles in your legs burn from holding the position. But you had nowhere to go, you could do nothing but sit there and take it as she sucked on your clit and tongued against you with vigor - giving you exactly what you had been begging for, making you mindless and dizzy as the pleasure became near painful in the most beautiful way. 

“Mommy!” You gasped. “Mommy, fuck! Gonna-” 

She cut off your words just as you were on the edge, pulling back with a wicked grin and just barely cutting off your orgasm. It made your whole body tense up in shock and caused your lungs to let out a shocked, disappointed whine. You bit your lip to keep from swearing or letting out any complaints - which you knew would only lead to a prolonged time before cumming with JJ in charge. 

Instead, you stared at her with your best sad eyes, hoping she would take pity on you. She gathered a large glob of spit on her tongue and heaved it onto your clit, and the touch of this alone had your legs quivering harshly and caused you to let out another sharp moan. 

“Please!” You began begging again, knowing that your voice was completely choked by desperation. “Please, please, please, please-” You didn’t breathe between the words, chanting with pure need until JJ shut you up. 

“Shh, shh.” She hushed you, running her cheek along your inner thigh. “You need it that bad, huh?” She mocked you gently, and you echoed back a moan. 

“Yes.” You confirmed, your voice warbling. 

“Hey, look at me.” She hummed quietly. 

Your head snapped toward her automatically, and then you were staring down those powerful eyes once again - greeted by her chin glistening with your juices, her messy hair half fallen out of the haste bun. Of course, she looked more gorgeous than ever. 

JJ crept back up your body, letting go of one of your thighs and letting it relax, but keeping the other leg pinned up. She put her body weight against it now, putting your knee over her shoulder while she snuck her hand between your thighs as she leaned in to kiss you firmly. The taste of yourself on her lips was beautifully tangy, and you couldn’t help but to suck that taste off her tongue as she forced it between your lips. 

She pulled away after a moment, pulling a moan from between your lips. 

“Tell me that you’re never gonna do that again.” JJ whispered against your lips. 

In your lust-wrecked state, you were confused. 

“Huh?” You mumbled back. 

“Tell me that you’re never going to volunteer as bait ever again.” JJ said, grinding out the word harshly. “You belong to me. And you need to be safe. So what I say - goes.” 

Your pussy clenched at her words. You hadn’t realized how much you had truly worried her - how much you had upset her. 

“I won’t do it again.” You murmured back, your voice partially lost in your throat. “I promise, Mommy. I won’t. I’m yours.” 

JJ showed her satisfaction with your declaration by shoving two fingers into your well-slicked, wanting pussy. With no warning, she began pounding the digits in and out at a furious pace, sending your body into overdrive. 

Still pinning your leg into place with her body, she moved her other hand down so that she could rub your clit in fast, hard strokes to make it all more intense. 

In seconds, your pussy was once again throbbing, lit up and burning from the sensations while she fucked you hard and quick - driving you towards an orgasm at an intense, rapid pace. 

You let out harsh pants against her mouth and her lips formed into a sharp smile, clearly pleased with herself for turning you into such a mess so quickly. She crooked her elbow so that she could fuck her fingers into you at a sharper angle - and it was only moments before you felt your stomach clenching up again, that telltale heat drawing across your thighs as your clit downright burned underneath her fingers. 

“Please. Please, Mommy!” You begged, your throat scraping against the word now. “I need, I need - oh!” 

She was actually feeling merciful this time, and continued to fuck you through it, finally bringing you to the orgasm that your body had been begging for all night. 

But of course, she didn’t let up. She wasn’t going to stop there. 

She leaned in and kissed you on the forehead, and you knew that you had a very long night ahead of you.

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A/N: Please keep in mind, this is a standalone oneshot, and I will not be writing a follow up or a 'part 2'. If you are going to comment, please comment about the body of work that has been written. Also, please consider reblogging, because supporting fanfiction writers is important to keep fandoms going! If you liked this and you want to see more, definitely check out my Criminal Minds Masterlist for more of my work.

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You're polish???? Omfg me too! Can I request a oneshot, where Reader has the talent to be linguistically gifted. She knows over 10 different languages, one of them polish. But the entire BAU doesn't know about this (slightly based on the episode where Emily translates the letter). Someone comes to the BAU to report a murder they've seen, but they only know broken English. He always just says "my English not good. Polish? Polish?" And then reader comes around the corner and talks to them. Everyone is amazed because they didn't know anything about it. Emily finds it very attractive.

Authors note: I wish you all an early but still nice and wonderful Easter. I hope the Easter Bunny has something nice in store for you this year 💕😘

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The scene at the FBI station was hectic as always. Phones ring, computer screens flicker, and agents scurry frantically through the hallways as each member of the BAU attends to their respective tasks. It was a typical day for the team, grappling with the darkest depths of human nature.

In the midst of this commotion, a man walked into the BAU, his face marked by fear and uncertainty. His gaze searched around until he finally approached Morgan nervously, who was sitting at his desk. The man began to speak in broken English, his words difficult to understand and marked by a strong accent.

"Please.. murder.. seen.. help," he stammered desperately and the agent furrowed his brow, obviously trying to disentangle the man's words. But the language barrier seemed insurmountable and communication threatened to stall. „my english is not good. Polish, Polish?“

And while Derek turned to Emily and Reid for help, and they shook their heads, unable to help him, your slim figure appeared around the corner, your steps light and sure, as if you had found an invisible path through the chaos of the precinct. With your remarkable and calm demeanor, you quickly got an overview of the situation.

You walked up to the man, shook his hand and walked him to your desk before you started talking to him. Your words flowed out of your mouth effortlessly and smoothly. Your voice was soft and soothing, and with every word the man seemed to relax a little more. „Proszę zając miejsce. Co się stało?” (Please sit down. What happened?) you asked him, and the man replied in his native language with relief. It was as if an invisible barrier was broken and suddenly the communication was clear and understandable.

The other agents in the room stared at you in surprise, no one had any idea that you knew Polish. In fact, it was just one of many languages you were fluent in - a fact your team didn't know about.

You turned back to the man after finding something to write, your voice warm and compassionate as you assured him that you would help him. You then turned to the other agents in the room and began giving instructions as you analyzed the situation and developed a plan to deprive the witnesses of all the facts possible.

For a moment there was silence in the room, broken only by your gentle words. The other members of the team stared at you in fascination, their faces showing amazement and curiosity bubbling beneath the surface.

It was a secret hidden deep within you, a talent that cleverly kept you hidden from the world. But in that moment, as you turned to the man and helped him ease his suffering, it became clear that your abilities were far beyond what your colleagues had ever imagined.

Morgan, Emily, JJ, and Reid whispered quietly and discreetly in their places, trying to catch the conversation between you and the man. Their eyes were still on you, moving with an ease and confidence they had never seen from you before. "Did you know she speaks Polish?" Emily whispered to the others in disbelief, hoping for an answer.

"Never. I didn't even know she spoke anything other than English," Morgan replied, his eyes lingering on you, who was now giving clear instructions to the man and writing things down for him. Reid, who was sitting right next to them, couldn't help but join in the discussion. "Maybe she picked it up somewhere, but it's really amazing how fluid she is."

Meanwhile, you continued the conversation, your words seeming to have a calming effect on the man, who leaned back and let out a deep breath. You took time to listen to him, your empathy clearly evident as you tried to gain his trust and help him.

Emily watched you carefully and couldn't help but wonder what other talents lay hidden within you. Your ability to move so effortlessly in a foreign language was impressive, and she couldn't help but wonder what else was hidden behind your calm facade.

As you continued to talk to the man, your team slowly began to realize that they still had a lot to learn about you. Their excitement grew with every passing minute and they couldn't wait to learn more about your mysterious talents.

When the conversation finally ended and the man left the BAU grateful and relieved, there was an excited atmosphere in the room. Your team turned to you at the same time, full of questions and admiration. “Y/n, how many languages do you actually speak?” Reid asked, unable to hide his surprise despite his poker face.

You smiled modestly when you saw the surprised looks. It was rare that you gave a glimpse of your true potential, but in that moment you felt comfortable revealing a small part of your secret. "A few. More than ten, definitely. Polish is my native language."

"That's incredible!" JJ exclaimed, realization catching up with her as she thought about what deep and great contribution you could still make if you helped her coordinate communications. "How did you learn that many languages?"

"It was a mix of interest and necessity," you explained, getting up from your seat to continue your work. "There are many situations in which it is useful to speak multiple languages, especially in our job."

Your team was impressed by your humility and for a moment they even forgot about the hustle and bustle of your job as they got lost in your talent. You disappeared from their field of vision to get a coffee while some of them immersed themselves in their work. Others, however, tried to sort out their thoughts.

Emily couldn't stop thinking about your language skills. The way you effortlessly switched between languages and your calm, confident charisma had deeply impressed her and sparked something in her that she hadn't yet known herself.

Determined to climb over the walls and explore your talents, your skills and yourself more closely, she followed you, the hustle and bustle of the precinct behind her slowly fading away. "Y/n, I'm really impressed with the way you spoke to the man. I never thought you knew so many languages," she began curiously as she moved to stand next to you at the coffee machine. "Could you maybe show me a little bit more of it? I'd love to hear how you speak in another language."

You hesitated for a moment, then smiled softly and nodded in agreement. "Of course, with pleasure. Which language are you interested in?"

"Your native language, please," Emily replied, staring at you in fascination and waiting impatiently. You began to speak and Emily listened intently. Your voice was soft and melodic, and every word sounded clear and precise. Emily was struck by the elegance and beauty of the language and how effortlessly you spoke it, even if she didn't know that you were just paying her the nicest compliments she had ever heard from anyone.

“This is incredible,” Emily whispered when you finished. "You're really talented."

You smiled modestly and sat down at the table to give yourself a short break. "Thank you, Emily. It's nice that you see it that way."

As she continued to join you and talk to you, Emily felt an even deeper connection with you than she had before. She not only admired your talents, but also your kindness and humility from the day she was allowed to work with you. And in that moment she knew that she had much more to discover about you and your fascinating world.

It was an unexpected moment of revelation and rapprochement that made Emily realize that she was attracted to your personality and the attraction you radiated to her. And as you sat together, lost in short, animated conversations, Emily knew that meeting you a few months ago as her new partner was the start of something bigger.

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The Goodness, Love

Song Fic Inspired by the line: "Do you know I could break beneath the weight of the goodness, love, I still carry for you?" from 'Unknown/Nth' by Hozier Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x BAUfem! Reader Category: Angst/Fluff TW: mentions of when Hotch and Jack were in witsec due to threats from Mr. Scratch, insecurities, cursing, consumption of alcohol by legal adults

~ "Do you know I could crash beneath the weight of the goodness, love, I still carry for you?" - Hozier ~

Having to stay in hiding due to the threat of Peter Lewis wasn't the ideal way to go about it, but it did mean that Aaron Hotchner got to finally be a stay-at-home dad to Jack. And, despite the fact that Peter Lewis was no longer a threat, the benefit of the time in WITSEC meant that Aaron was able to realize that that was exactly the life that he wanted to be living. Fortunately, his team being the amazing family that they are, completely understood. In fact, David Rossi insisted upon throwing him a going-away party. Rossi's house is stunning, as always, and the team really loves any opportunity to dress up and celebrate.

"Proud of you, you know?" Rossi says as he hands Aaron a whiskey soda.

"For finally retiring?" Aaron asks, smiling and taking the drink.

"For recognizing when it's healthy to step away," Emily Prentiss answers for Rossi, stepping up to the two of them.

"You're just saying that because you're in charge now," Aaron jokes.

Emily laughs and grins, "A little bit, but, no, really, boss. It's good for you. You look healthier than you have in years."

"Yeah?" Aaron nods. Emily is called away by Will and Aaron mutters to himself, "I wish everyone thought that."

"She definitely does, Aaron," David replies quietly, glancing as nonchalantly as possible over to you.

You, who hasn't yet spoken to Aaron other than a small wave and a "hi" when he'd gone into the office to formally resign. But you haven't spoken, not really. You'd entered the party - looking, in Aaron's opinion, rather ridiculously stunning in a deep, crimson summer evening dress that fits you just right, the just above ankle length skirt's ends fluttering in the breeze every so often - and murmured a shy and deeply impersonal, "congratulations, Hotch" before moving to the drinks table with JJ and Will. And this would've been entirely innocuous if you hadn't called him "Hotch".

Hotch.

Not what you'd typically call him. Not what he wants you to call him. No, he wants to return to the fondness and closeness the two of you had when he was on the team. But he doesn't know how to do that. And it seems as though you might not want to. He wasn't your boyfriend...he wasn't even close to that, but GOD he'd wanted to be. He still wants to be. He'd be happy to hold you in any capacity you'd be comfortable with, but this? This awkward and uncomfortable avoidance...this abject silence on which you've landed... It's almost too much to bear. Ever since they’d gone into WITSEC, Aaron’s heart had felt heavy. He’d thought it was because of Peter Lewis, but it’s still heavy now that they’re out of hiding. He's thrilled - beyond thrilled, really - to become a stay-at-home dad, but he knows he's leaving a whole lifetime of things behind. And if that includes you? He's not sure he'll be able to live with it.

"Hey," Spencer says, entering Dave's backyard. "Sorry, I'm late." Spencer gives Aaron a small hug and hands Dave a bottle of wine he brought.

"No worries," Dave assures him. "Tara's still running late."

"I'm sure," Spencer nods knowingly, straightening his navy blue cardigan, "traffic's dreadful."

"Hey, Spencer," you call jovially, waving to him from next to JJ. He beams and crosses to you, wrapping you in a huge hug.

And the ever so slight intimacy of this, the fact that he feels as though he could kill for a greeting like that from you makes Aaron almost throw up.

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"Wondered where you'd run off to," your voice interrupts his thoughts. Aaron turns from where he's sitting, poised on the end of Dave's desk, staring out at his gorgeous view. The lawn, where the rest of the party was still taking place, wasn't visible from this window, which meant no one could see Aaron either, as he intended.

"I just, um, needed a breather," he lies uncomfortably. He feels like a coward for running away, but he could almost feel himself turning green as you greeted Spencer and then Tara with more affection than he dared to hope for since your slight coldness toward him had started. And a lawn full of profilers was hardly the audience to attempt to hide from.

"Sure," you say, and he tries not to take in your every move as you cross into the room, sitting down at Dave's desk, Aaron's back almost entirely to you. Neither of you says anything and it's just long enough that it would be almost more uncomfortable to break the silence.

Still, the silence feels like drowning. He wishes you could anchor him somehow. He can feel you staring at him, but can't bring himself to turn and face you. He needs you, but he almost can't bear it. He can't remember an uncomfortable silence with you because there never were any. Moments between the two of you were filled with work - he honestly had felt as though you could read his mind when the two of you were solving cases together - or easy conversation and laughter - he'd never known such a simple, straightforward comfort with anyone - or comfortable, companionable silence. Completely unlike this.

"It's a little odd, though," you break the silence, your voice, if Aaron's not mistaken, nearly cracking with the effort.

"What is?" he asks, barely looking over his shoulder, not sure his heart can make it if he sees you.

"You needing a breather from the people you're leaving behind," you almost whisper.

His brain is fully in control, ignoring the panging of his heart as he stands and turns to face you.

"Leaving behind?" he almost sputters.

You look away from him, biting your lip. You look almost ashamed, "Sorry, that's unfair."

"I'm not-"

You continue like he isn't speaking, standing from Dave's desk, still not looking Aaron in the eyes, "I know that Peter Lewis was...beyond anything really. And I know that Jack is the most important thing in the world and should be that's not wrong of you, and-"

Aaron crosses to your side of the desk, trying to "I'm not leav-"

"And I know that you have always gone above and beyond in this position and I know that you have lost...you have lost so much more than you deserved to lose, but-"

He steps closer, "I'm not leaving-"

"But...it's so terribly, terribly selfish of me, but Hotch I can't bear the thought of the BAU without you and...and while you were gone, it was hell. I was so worried about you and...and..."

You stop, taking a staggering breath. Aaron stops, just a breath away from you now.

"Aaron," he whispers when you don't start speaking again.

Your eyes, previously determinedly staring at his shoes, immediately jump to meet his own, "What?"

"You call me Aaron," he explains. "Not Hotch, never Hotch. Not from you, I can't...I can't bear it from you."

You swallow, but don't look away, "I...I couldn't call you Aaron. Not while you were gone."

"Why?" he asks, his hands itching to pull you to him, to take your hands, anything.

"Because," you rasp, a small tear falling down your cheek, "if something bad happened to you, I would never have to say that something bad happened to Aaron...to my Aaron."

"Your Aaron?" he asks, his voice barely above a breath, reaching up and wiping another tear as it rolls down your cheek, his hands awkwardly returning to his sides when he’s done.

"Yes," you reply. "And...now that you're leaving I can...it's so stupid, but I don't have to goodbye to...to my Aaron."

He stares down at you, not quite sure how to say what he needs to and knowing full well he can’t get through it without crying.

“I’m not leaving…” he starts, trailing off because he is leaving the BAU, but he begins again fairly easily, shocking for how heavy his heart feels, “I mean I’m leaving-I’m leaving the BAU. But I-I’m not leaving you. If you don’t want me to, that is.”

You stare at him, eyes wide as though you hadn’t expected it. Aaron doubles down, finding the strength to take your hands despite the shaking of his own.

“Because the thing is,” he continues, his voice barely above a whisper, so quiet he almost can’t hear it over how loud his heart is beating. “The thing is…is that I-I really rather like the idea of being yours. A-and if it suits you…I want you to be mine, too.”

You’re quiet still for only a moment before a tiny smile breaks over your lips, “Really?”

“Of course,” he sighs, his hands rushing to cup your jaw, “I-I’m so sorry I didn’t make that clear, but I would…I don’t think I’d be happy without you in my life.”

“I thought you…” you trail off, looking slightly embarrassed. “I was sure you’d forget about me.”

“Forget about you?” Aaron nearly laughs. “Oh, oh my girl, my heart would never let me forget you. It’s been carrying on without you for too long.”

You stare at him, a huge smile growing on your lips, “Well, then… I guess we’ll have to fix that.”

And as your lips brush against his for the first time, it’s as though the weight is finally lifted and Aaron’s heart feels lighter than it has in months.

~~~

~ You were like an angel to me.” - Hozier ~

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[moremaybank]

THIS LOVE — j.m

pairing actor!jj maybank x actress!reader

chapter summary jj faces the possibility of his scandal going public. then, he ends up reconnecting with you after five years. what happens when the two of you end up as costars for your upcoming romantic comedy?

warnings mentions of a sex tape, mentions of domestic abuse (jj and luke), language, violence, sexual content/eventual smut, anxiety. ex best friends to lovers, fake dating. this will be updated as the story develops. [2.2k]

author's note just a little post of the first chapter to build the hype! hope you enjoy and decide to continue reading ♡︎ also special s/o to @mvybanks and @jjsbank444 for beta reading and quelling my nerves <3

recommended listening second chances by kiana ledé ft. 6lack

this love — the complete playlist ;; the masterlist ;; the tag list

❝ CHAPTER ONE ❞

JJ

Threesomes are fun. Foursomes, however, are a blast. 

At least, JJ Maybank seems to think so. 

“You have three different women threatening to release your sex tape. It’s not a good look for you, JJ.”

Well, he does when they don’t include a secretly-filmed sex tape and three fame-thirsty girls trying to ruin his career for a quick cash grab. 

“It’s not like they’re three separate tapes. We were all together when it was made,” JJ smirks. 

Josh, his manager, lets out an exasperated sigh. “That doesn’t make things any better, and it does nothing to help our circumstances. You need to clean up your act and you need to start doing it now, Maybank, or you’re going to lose everything.”

JJ rolls his eyes for what feels like the millionth time in the fifteen minutes that this meeting has been going on. It’s bullshit, really. He’s one of the hottest actors in Hollywood right now. He’s youthful, dashingly handsome, and loaded. The world is his freakin’ oyster, and he deserves to have some fun.

“You’re supposed to keep up your whole approachable, goofy, boy-next-door image intact, and having a ménage à…quatre, is not the way to do it.” my publicist, Andrea, chimes in. “If you aren’t careful, you’re going to lose your entire fanbase. You’re one of the most universally-liked celebrities in the business, right now. If this gets out, you’re going to have to kiss your crystal clear reputation goodbye.”

“So, let’s just pay ‘em the hush money. What do I care?” JJ says, taking his cap off and running a hand through his unruly strands.

“And you’re fine with forking over ten million dollars? Just like that?” Andrea scowls. “What if they take the money and still decide to release the tape? Or demand more?”

“Then we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, Andrea. Now, are we done here? I’m supposed to meet my co-star for my new movie in an hour and I’d really like to get in another — how did you put it? Ah, yes. Ménage á quatre — before I go.”

Josh runs a hand over his face, “Do you care about anything anymore?” 

JJ ignores his statement, putting his hat back on and sitting up in his chair. “Can I leave?”

He can tell that Josh wants to scold him or make some witty remark in return, but he bites his tongue. 

“Go. And, please, for the love of all things holy, do not screw this up.” 

If JJ had a penny for every time he’s heard that, he’d be richer than Jeff fucking Bezos.

-

Y/N

“And last but not least, this is your dressing room. You’ll have your own trailer, but this is more for when we’re actually on set and in between takes.”

You grin as you look around the luxurious room. There’s a huge vanity in front of you, as well as some plush couches, and you don’t fail to notice the large mini-fridge in the corner of the room or the flat-screen TV plastered onto the wall. There’s a window as well, letting in the California sunshine you’ve come to love and appreciate beyond your beliefs.

“Wow, this is…amazing. I can’t thank you guys enough for this opportunity. I’m so grateful, I hope you know that.”

“Don’t be silly, Y/N. You’re the very reason we wanted to do this project in the first place. If anything, we’re the lucky ones,” Derek, the director states with a grin. “So, you ready to meet your co-star, or what?”

“Yeah! I mean, I’m nervous, but, beyond excited.”

Derek leads you back into the hallway, and you make your way to one of the offices. 

“I think you’ll love him. Word is, he comes from the Outer Banks just like you. Who knows, you’ve probably met him in passing.”

Wait…what? He’s from OBX? No. No way. He couldn’t possibly mean—

“Y/N Y/L/N, meet the esteemed JJ Maybank,” Derek states, his proud smile growing sizeably larger than you thought possible. 

It doesn’t matter how excited he is, though. All you can focus on is your heart beating out of your chest and the ringing in your ears. You see Derek’s lips moving but you can’t hear a thing. Your eyes are caught on the blonde in front of you, and all you can think about is how painful it is to look into those oceanic eyes after five years.

It’s equally as painful as it was the last time you saw him. If not, more.

“Uh— Y/N, I…it’s— it’s been a while,” JJ stutters out. 

It’s all too much. Seeing him here, in front of you. His eyes locked on yours, his hand reaching out to touch you but retracting once he notices the fear in your gaze. Your eyes flit over to Derek, whose face has a more than confused look painted over his features. 

“Excuse me, Derek, I— I need to get out of here.” 

You speed into the restroom, locking the door behind you and setting your hands on the counter. Your chest tightens, and your breathing speeds up. She shudders, trying to shake it out as the room starts to feel like it’s closing in on you.

“You’re okay. You’re okay. You can do this. Don’t let him get to you,” you say, staring at yourself in the mirror. “It’s just…it’s just JJ.”

You feel the tears start to well in your eyes and you watch as they overtake their boundaries and roll down your flushed cheeks. You’re quick to wipe them away, though, refusing to admit defeat. 

“Stop,” you tell yourself. “It’s been five years. You’re better than this.”

You aren’t sure if the words are true to your heart, because all you can think about is how the boy you loved from the ages seven to eighteen — the one who betrayed you and shattered you into a million pieces — is now your co-star for the romantic comedy you’ve just been cast in.

What could possibly go wrong?

A lot, you think. A lot could go wrong. 

JJ

JJ watches as you make your way back into Derek’s office, shooting him a convincing smile.

“My apologies, Derek. Girl troubles,” you say. 

JJ still knows you well enough to see that you’re hoping Derek will believe your bullshit excuse. 

“Oh, uh, no worries at all, Y/N. I completely understand. I’ve got three daughters at home,” he speaks, trying to assure you that everything is fine. He places this hand on JJ’s shoulder, squeezing slightly. “JJ, here, was just telling me how the two of you have known each other since you were in elementary school. It must be quite the hell of a reunion, huh?”

You plaster a fake grin onto your lips, “One hell of a reunion, indeed.”

JJ refuses to look at you, his ex-best friend, and vice-versa. Truthfully, he’s terrified to catch your eye again. He’s not sure if he’ll be able to form a coherent sentence if he does. 

“Well, I’ve got some stuff to take care of, so I’ll leave you two to catch up.”

Derek exits his office, and you and JJ are left in complete and utter silence.

God, JJ missed you so much. He’d seen you making headlines just as you always said you would, but he was always quick to click away, deciding not to dwell on everything he’d lost. But this, now, seeing you right in front of him as gorgeous as ever…it made the walls he’d worked so hard to put up begin to crack. 

Then again, you’d always had that effect on him. 

Even after all these years, he was still a complete wreck over you. You held his heart in the palm of your hand and he wasn’t even sure if you knew it.

Your scent was still etched into his mind, still buzzing deep within his senses and his memory. You smelled of the saltwater beaches of the Outer Banks. The notes of coconut from the shampoo he’d recognized still lingering in the tresses of your hair. The sweet hints of vanilla that clutched to your skin are prominent as ever. The combination sounds like a lot, and it was, but not in the overpowering way one would assume. They blended into one heavenly and unique fragrance. 

She smelled like her, he thought. She smelled like home. 

To be honest, JJ wasn’t sure whether or not this was a reminder he wanted to welcome with open arms, but either way, here it was. Here you were. After the way he’d hurt you and destroyed your relationship forever. 

After he lost himself. 

Funnily enough, you’d always had a way of popping up whenever he needed and longed for you. He never even had to speak a single word. You just always knew. And you might not have guessed it now, but he needed you more than he ever had before.

JJ scratches his brow with his index finger. “So, um…how have you been?” 

“Don’t. Just…don’t.”

“Y/N, please,” he pleads. He almost wants to get down on his knees and beg. You can’t even look at him, and that hurts more than he could ever put into words.

“No. I don’t wanna hear it. I’m fine with being professional while we film this movie, but I’m not getting into this with you. I’m not getting into any of it.”

JJ remains silent, choosing to nod because he’s not totally sure he can find his voice. 

As much as he hated to let the thought in, you were a walking reminder of every bad decision he’d made since he left the island and never looked back. He looked at you, and he saw two things. The first being the crinkling of your bright eyes when you smiled. The melodic laugh he could pull from your lips at a moment’s notice. Your hair blowing in the wind as you stuck your head out the window of John B’s Twinkie. And the second being the look of despise and pain on your face as you confronted him. The mascara-stained tears flowing down your heated cheeks. The way you walked away from him and deliberately chose not to look back and steal a second glance at him. 

How was he expected to act all suave and cool when you were right there in front of him, actively choosing not to even look in his direction?

Truth is, he doesn’t think he can. 

-

JJ glances at his phone once he leaves the production office still shaken by the day’s events. 

2 Missed FaceTime Calls from John B

JJ swipes to the right and watches as his phone rings, awaiting his best friend’s answer while he plops down on the steps in front of the building. The line rings for a few moments before he hears shuffling through the speaker, followed by John B’s face appearing on his screen.

“Hey, man. how was your meeting? Your new costar as hot as we imagined?”

JJ tears his eyes away from the camera, his lip sinking between his teeth. His complexion pales, and John B picks up on it. 

“Jeez. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Because I have,” JJ deadpans. He’s still reeling from your presence, and it shows.

“Huh?”

“It’s Y/N…my costar is Y/N.”

“Ooh, yikes,” John B responds. “Did she nut-punch you?”

“It’s not funny.” 

JJ tugs his cap off as he always does when he’s stressed, and his fingers card through his hair. He tugs lightly at the strands as he tries to alleviate the tension building up in his head. 

“She couldn’t even look at me, John B. Her eyes were on me for all of five seconds before she made an excuse to go to the bathroom. Then, when she came back, she looked at everything but me. She barely even let me speak to her.”

“Well, to be fair, you guys didn’t exactly leave things on the best of terms.”

“Yeah, JB. I know. Thanks for the reminder, as if I didn’t fucking know that already.”

“All right, look. Did you fuck up majorly? Yeah. But the love the two of you had…it ran deep. It doesn’t just disappear without a trace, especially if things are this heated after five years. I think you can get her to forgive you.” 

JJ scoffs, “Yeah? And how do you suppose I do that?”

John B gives him a knowing look through the screen. 

“You have to tell her the truth, JJ.”

“Funny.”

“J,” John B mildly scolds. “The reason she hates you right now is because you weren’t honest with her. The JJ she knew before that night never would’ve treated her the way you did. Buck up. Tell her.”

The call disconnects, and JJ is left staring at his screen with a tense jaw. He knew John B was right. He was always right. But how on earth was he expected to muster up the courage and tell you the truth about that night? He doubted — no. He knew it’d be impossible to convince you to hear him out. 

Then again, he also knew he had to try. Because he couldn’t stand to be around you nearly every single day for the next few months, knowing that you wouldn’t spit on him if he was on fire.

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[matthew-gray-gubler-lover]

Sex With Spencer Reid All Seasons (season 9)

If you are under the age of 18, please do not read this story. Thank you.

This will cover what I believe sex would be like with Spencer Reid from season 1 to 15. Warning contains adult situations, Sex. Dirty talk, Orgasms, Crying, Spoilers for all seasons and Spencer Reid being a sex God.

Also includes fingering and oral sex. (Female receiving only.)

These are a little bit longer than I anticipated them to be because I wanted to give a back story as to why the sex is the way that it is for each season. To give it in depth feeling of why Spencer was the way that he was in bed that season.  So I will be posting them by each season rather than all at once. I hope this gives you something to look forward to, and please leave comments,  I will be leaving links to the next season below.

You are a new agent at the BAU and Spencer Reid's girlfriend, the one who takes his virginity and has sex with him for all 15 seasons and beyond.

Spencer Reid knew the first time he saw you walk through the doors of the BAU that you were the one that he was going to love forever. The first time you smiled, he knew it was the only smile that he ever wanted to wake up to. The first time he touched your hand, he knew yours was the only hand he ever wanted to hold. The first time he kissed you, he knew your lips were the only ones that he ever wanted to have pressed against his own. and the first time he made love to you, he knew you were the only one he ever wanted to do this with, and he also knew he would never be the same you or his life now, his love and his only desire.

season 9

In season nine you and Spencer are officially getting married. Spencer chose Valentine's Day as it is the day of love.

Something that you find very romantic. Even though you know that the day is more than just about roses and heart-shaped boxes of candy, you both know that it is a true symbol of love Valentine's Day Has always been a very romantic day for the two of you.

You almost thought that you weren't going to make it to your own wedding. Since Spencer couldn't keep his hands off of you, he wanted to enjoy making love to his fiancée one last time before you were his wife. 

After four mind-blowing orgasms from oral and intercourse, Spencer was finally satisfied with the Amount of loving that he had given you.

When you pulled up to Rossi's, you saw all of the beautiful twinkly lights in the backyard, the archway for the two of you to get married under, rose petals leading the way to the altar/archway.

And there was Penelope, all dressed up in her bridesmaid's dress, light pink with rose petals embroidered on it, and her hot pink heels went wonderfully with it.

JJ and Blake's dresses we're a little bit longer than Penelope's. Penelope's was in true Penelope Garcia fashion, and you wouldn't have her any other way.

While the ladies helped you get ready doing your hair, putting on your makeup, zipping your beautiful white gown up, a ball gown with pink roses embroidered on the bottom, Rossi of course covered the charge of the dress. He told you and Spencer that he thinks of you as his daughter and Spencer as his son, and since he didn't have a daughter to spoil, he wanted to spoil you on your wedding day.

You could see that Spencer was starting to get a little teary eyed as he watched you walk down the aisle on Rossi's arm.

The wedding was beautiful. You had a delicious meal afterwards, catered by Rossi's favorite Italian restaurant.

Then it was time for cake. The four-tiered chocolate cake with chocolate fudge frosting and the cute little bride and groom on top. Spencer and you cut the first slice and he sweetly placed a piece of cake into your mouth before kissing you. It was the most romantic thing that the team had ever seen and would truly never forget this amazing moment. Neither would you or Spencer.

After a day of dancing, partying and eating.(you know how the team of the BAU does a party) Spencer took you home for your wedding night. Even though he has made love to you millions of times by now, and again those four orgasms he gave to you this morning.  there was something different about seeing you in your wedding gown and slowly unzipping it.

it was as though he wanted to make the moment last forever.

It was like Spencer was in a trance. You looked so beautiful, even though you always did to him again, there was just something more special and magical about tonight. He couldn't wait to Make Love to his wife for the first time.

Before he pushed inside of you, he looked at you with so much love in his eyes and was rubbing his hands up and down your thighs and hips. "I love you so much my beautiful bride", he told you before kissing you and pushing inside.

You both let out a sweet moan, and he couldn't keep his lips off of you. "I love you so much. I'm so glad that you're my wife" he told you, each word being punctuated by a kiss.

this time lifting your hips slightly so that he could slide in even deeper, something that he had never done before. Maybe he was saving it for your wedding night.

The love making that night was sweet and slow. He didn't want it to end and neither did you. The sounds of kisses filled the room and you couldn't have been happier. 

That night, Spencer gave you seven orgasms. You'd never thought that that would happen in your wildest dreams when you were younger, but after you met Spencer, you knew that he was a special man and would always be able to take care of you.

When morning came, Spencer made love to you once more, Again his hands ran up and down your legs and thighs. This time he even wrapped your legs around his waist and kissed your neck saying "I love you so much baby"," it's you and me forever". "Only you You're the only one I ever want".

This is how the two of you spent your honeymoon in your shared apartment, making love for a whole week, something that you both wished would never end. Sadly though the week had ended, you had to go back to work. 

That didn't mean though, the Spencer couldn't still take care of his loving wife in hotel rooms. And he did.

If you would like season 10 please leave comments, thank you 💗

[c-m-stuff]

Wedding Dress

Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

-Description: You and Spencer are engaged. When you found the perfect wedding dress, you had to make a hard decision.

-Warnings: Fluffiness, language, mention of smut

-Word count: 1528

-Note: A brand new story for my wonderful readers! My requests are open, so feel free to send them in. This one was again inspired by a Friends episode. Enjoy! Friends - 7x17

Masterlist

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Y/N POV:

I was beyond excited to become soon Mrs. (Y/N) Reid. With our wedding soon approaching, I needed a wedding dress. So, I took the girls out to go wedding dress shopping.

'OMG! You look so beautiful!'

'So gorgeous!' they all exclaimed, seeing me in a beautiful, white wedding dress. It was perfect.

'OMG! I'm gonna cry!' they all exclaimed, seeing me in a beautiful, white wedding dress. It was perfect.

'This is it. Yeah, this is the one.' I stated, confidently, admiring the fabric hugging my body.

'I can't believe I found it.'

'Wow, you look so beautiful. If I knew you, I'd cry.' a woman walked the room in, laying eyes on the dress.

'I'm (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Ball like a baby.' I joked, earning a giggle.

'I'm Meghan Bailey.'

'Have you found your dress?' I asked, as she sighed.

'These dresses are amazing... But I couldn't afford one.'

'I can't either. I'm here to figure out which one I want, then I'll get it at Kleinman's. They're having a huge sale.' I told her my little secret, seeing her face light up.

'Thanks for the tip!'

'When are you getting married?'

'I'm not. I just like to try these on.'

'I do the same thing.' Emily confessed, before seeing Meghan's straight face.

'I'm just kidding. I'm getting married July 25.'

'I'm just kidding too!' she tried to laugh it off, trying to save her from the awkwardness. I giggled.

'When are you getting married?' Meghan asked me.

'May 15.'

'Who's your band?'

'My fiance wants The Swing Kings.'

'You're lucky. My fiance wants the heavy metal band, Carcass.' she answered, with a somewhat unhappy look.

At that moment, another woman walked through the room, holding another wedding dress.

'Oh, don't buy that here. Now that you know what you want,

go to Kleinman's. This place is so overpriced.' Emily told her, the lady giving her an ungrateful look.

'I own this store.'

'So does this come in another color, or...?' she tried, but it was too late. When the store owner was gone, we couldn't hold our laughs anymore.

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Day of the sale:

We were two days later, the day of the sale. It was really important to me to get that wedding dress, it was literally perfect. When me and the three girls arrived at the store, just a few minutes before opening time, we weren't that shocked that there were so many people. Women, to be specifically. I turned around to face JJ, Emily and Penelope, catching their attention.

'Listen up. There's usually only one dress in each size. So when they open those doors, fan out. This is what you're looking for. Memorize it.' I showed a picture of the dress.

'When you locate the dress, blow on these, all right? Three sharp blasts. When you hear it, come running.' I gave them all a flute. I may be overreacting, but this dress was just perfect and what could I care what others were thinking.

The moment was approaching. The big doors went open and all the women ran inside the store. We split up, as I quickly ran to a rack of wedding dresses.

'Not it. Not it. Not it.' I spoke to myself, going through the clothes, until I saw it.

'This is it! This is the dress! It's perfect!' I exclaimed, the fabric in my hands, as suddenly it got pulled by the other side.

'I'm sorry, this one's taken!' I tried to say, but got pulled over to the other side of the rack. With the dress still in my hand, I recognized her.

'Meghan!'

'(Y/N)!'

'You came!'

'Yeah!'

'This is my dress!' I said, happily.

'No!'

'Yes it is. You saw me wearing it.'

'And now you'll see me buying it.' I was shocked. I felt betrayed. That bitch.

'You freak! You wouldn't even know about this place without me.'

'Look, you don't want to fight me.' she said, confident as ever.

'Maybe I do. I'm not alone!' I threatened, before giving her a slight push, just hard enough to let her hands drop the dress, running of to the checkout, while blowing on my flute. The girls came running towards me, and after paying, we went quickly to the car, just to be sure, and drove off to my apartment.

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We plopped satisfied on my couch, glad we survived that chaos. Just when I had finished, telling them what had happened, my phone began to rang.

'Hello? What? You what? You listen here, missy!' and she hung up, leaving me mad.

'That was Meghan. She booked The Swing Kings on the day of our wedding, and said I couldn't have them back unless I gave her the dress!'

'That bitch!' Emily scolded, everyone nodding in agreement.

'What am I gonna do? That's the dress! That is the dress! Spencer wants the band. What do I do?' I rambled on, feeling defeated. Completely defeated.

'Figure out a way to talk him out of it.' JJ suggested, which was a good idea. I mean, how important can that band be?

'Okay, but I need your guys help.'

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We were a few hours further, when the door swung open, revealing my fiance entering our home. After hanging up his coat, he came to the living room.

'Hey! And what are you guys talking about?' he greeted us, placing a quick kiss on my lips while sitting down next to me.

'We're talking about The Swing Kings. And wondering whether they're the right way to go.' I told him, before Penelope went on:

'I went to a wedding once where they had swing music. And two months later, the couple divorced. I'm not saying there's any connection here. But they did tell me that's why they got divorced.'

'But I love swing music!' Spencer exclaimed, a little confused.

'But The Swing Kings? They suck so much that people die at their concerts. They just stop living.' Emily tried an attempt.

'All I know is that when (Y/N) and I went to see them, we had fun. And there's another reason.' suddenly he became all shy and nervous.

'Well, what is the other reason?'

'I-I don't want to say.' he stammered, fidgeting with his hands.

'What is it, love?' I tried again, this time getting an answer out of him.

'It's just, while (Y/N) and I were dancing to them... It was the first time I knew that... You were the woman that I wanted to dance all my dances with.' he stared at me, my heart fluttering from his sweet comment. I smiled, giving a squeeze in his hand. I rested my head on his shoulder, knowing deeply that I have to give up the dress.

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Time went by, and before we knew it, it was already evening. Everyone left, leaving my soon-to-be husband and myself in the apartment. In the meanwhile, I had called Meghan back and gave her what she wants. The compromise was that I would return the dress to Meghan. In fact, I was going to do that, but that didn't stopped me from wearing it one last time.

'(Y/N)? Are you okay?' I heard Spencer call me from through the bedroom door.

'Don't come in here!'

'Why, do you have another boyfriend in there?' he joked, as a smirk was plastered on my lips, playing along.

'No. We only mess around at his place.'

'I started it, but now it's scaring me, so could you come out here, please?' I giggled at his response, imagining his facial expressions. I could almost see the worry on his face, but yet I couldn't open the door.

'No, I'm wearing a wedding dress.'

'You got a wedding dress?'

'Yeah, but I'm not keeping it.'

'Then why can't I see it?' I thought for a moment, deciding he can.

'Oh. I guess you can. But I have to return it, so you can't like it.'

'Okay, I promise. I'll hate it.' I opened the door, when Spencer's face dropped.

'Wow. You look hideous.' he tried, but it didn't took a profiler to see how beautiful he found it.

'Really?'

'Yeah. That's like the most ugliest dress I've ever seen. Why do you have to return it?'

'Because it doesn't really fit.' I lied.

'Oh, by the way, I booked The Swing Kings.' his face light up, while his eyes remained on me.

'Oh, that's great. Thanks.'

'But that dress is terrible. It makes me want to rip it off you.'

'Okay!' I answered more quickly than I intended to.

'But you can't rip it.' I took his hand, dragging him into the bedroom, before stopping a moment.

'Well, maybe a little.'

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[tenpintsof-sundrop]

hi love ur fics just finished all criminal minds related!

do u have a fic rec tag or masterpost? I find when I finish someone's masterlist their recs are the next best thing

I have been considering making a fic rec post for Criminal Minds (I guess this is gonna be it lmao)

my rec tag is #sundrop's recs - and here is a link to see it in my archive (that link will work better on the desktop version of Tumblr). and I do also have a lot of recs in my AO3 bookmarks if you filter by Spencer Reid or by Criminal Minds

here are some of my favourite fics from that tag

Good Decoration by @stairain -> one of the fics I have read mostly recently because it popped up on my dash, and it is absolutely fucking phenomenal. I love how there's no explicit relationship between Spencer and the reader, and it is a one-sided fantasy/attraction on Spencer's part - I feel like so many people are afraid to write from Spencer's POV because they are not a cis man and they feel like they can't place themselves in a cis man's shoes when it comes to writing about sex and masturbation, but this kind of fic just goes to show that a little imagination can go a long way in creating a fucking amazing fic with some top tier smut. the whole point of writing is imagining someone else's perspective, and this author shows off that skill so well. 10/10 amazing

Daddy's Home by @demonicbaby666 -> this is another fucking fantastic fic. when I read it, I was immediately struck by the pure artistry behind it - the way the author put such careful word choice into every moment, and the way they use such beautiful words to pain a picture of rough, feral, needy sex - I love the contrast of verbal poetry being used to describe such desperate, passionate moments. it's one of my favourite types of smut. the writer does such a good job revealing a side of JJ that I never would have written myself, and that is also something I love about fics - reading something that you would have never thought to write. excellent, 10/10.

Sweater Weather by @sreidisms -> the fic that inspired me to become mututals with the lovely Clementine. I always love any kind of plus sized representation in fics, and the fact that this fic was ?? inspired by me speaking up about the frustration of skinny centric tropes in fics. oomf. I love being able to inspire others in their writing, especially when it comes to representation and postivity. and not only that - this fic is CUTE. I rarely read straight up fluff fics, but I love this one omg. 15/10 (with some bias, yes). amazing

Tempting The Cowboy by @incognit0slut -> this is typically not the kind of fic that I would seek out for myself to read, but me and Star were memeing in tiktok DMs about 'Cowboy Spencer', and then pretty much immediately after that, I opened Tumblr and this popped up on my dash, and I thought it was fate? so I was like 'okay, I have to check this out'. and beyond the (wonderful) gimmick of following the 'what if' - Spencer becoming a cowboy after he leaves the BAU (which is just such an amazing concept to me, like you didn't just use the visuals to write a Western AU, you actually followed what he said he would do in the show) - this is such an amazing fic. the chemistry between the two characters is amazing, Spencer actually feels natural in this role, and this smut is phenomenal. and this is fic will stick with me in my mind forever because you made it so memorable. 10/10, excellent and really memorable.

[typicalopposite]

*paces the room*

So I just finished season 5!

So MUCH happened I swear going back to look at the episodes synopsis’ for this post I was like… wait that was in this season too?!? I stayed up ALL night TWICE watching this season because I just couldn’t turn it off! It’s crazy that people didn’t like this season (like vehemently didn’t like it at least on Reddit… BUT they say they don’t like s6 because its Buck centric and he “needs to be more of a background character” sooooo clearly I won’t read too into their nonsense)

ANYWAY this season is possibly one of my favorites! From the hackers the gps wrecks and tower scare, the zoo breakout (THE ZOO BREAKOUT OMG… THE ALPACAAAAAAAS! And Buck being scared LOL) to Jeffrey escaping and then Athena’s whole story line following! I was terrified for her and for Harry and ACK!!!!

Maddie’s PPD and leaving arc was so heartbreaking and frustrating at the same time! And I felt so bad for Chim (and Buck) and baby Jee!

OMG the homecoming parade crash and the mixup I was so Heartbroken for them! :(

Claudette… :/ hated her and her ending… but mostly her

Of course Lucifer (spn) shows up as an extremely bad guy but he wants to play dad of the year (ok the guy here at least is thinking of his kid more than himself… but still PARALLELS!)

MICHAEL AND DAVID! I hated to see them go! And that montage had me all teary eyed during one of my all nighters!

Toni’s little love story <3 and the girls from the oil spill! <3<3

Eddie’s panic attacks and leaving the 118 was so sad! But I get it… I also know he will be back because I came from season 7 *shrugs* so it wasn’t too sad, yanno?

I love that everyone still came together for Christmas tho, i was like poor Bobby and Athena </3

Madney reunion… sort of </3 but again…. I know how this ends lol. Also JJ and Kate reunion (criminal minds)

The kiss might be the one thing I truly disliked from the season because it doesn’t really do anything beyond being annoying.

WHY DOES EVERYONE USE BOBBY’S PAST AGAINST HIM WHEN THEY ARE ANGRYYYYYYYYYYYYY :(

Well I have a fear of sauna’s now (and stop signs… and exercising)

The mom that falls saving her daughters had me BAWLING!

Bobby and May’s relationship is everything to me! And ack I knew I didn’t like Jonah

I take back my original assumption of Buck having the worst luck. It’s Chimney. What the hell. Give this man a raise and a vacation… some amazing life insurance and some bubble wrap. How he is alive is beyond me!!

THE LAST EPISODE

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH <3

Toni getting married, and the drama about her missing Hen and Karen’s wedding. Buck’s face when Maddie texts Chim first. Bobby </3 was not ok, but EDDIE CAME THROUGH! And when he poured the whiskey out I was whooop whoooping out loud! THEN THE WEDDING I love Toni so much omg and everyone coming! PLUS no more Taylor :) hahahaha (sorry i just never liked her)

(Omg the maggots in the hair might have too the cake as the worst thing to happen… at least visually… for me)

SEASON SIX HERE I COME! You better be all about Buck like the pissy people on Reddit said you are! And y’all, send me strength for that mid season finale i have seen it dozens of times but this is gonna be different and I have never been so prepared to be unprepared for something in my life! O.o

[cowgurrrl]

now that i think about it, though, actress!reader and rockstar!joel having their own stars on the walk of fame would be iconic! the stans would be freaking out and ofc their families would be supportive

Hello I spent way too long writing these speeches??

You would both agree that because it’s such a big deal and you’ll probably already be crying all day to not speak at each other’s ceremony. It’s enough that the other and all the people you love and care for are there to support. Joel’s ceremony is a week before yours because you’re in different industries and he’s been in the public eye for longer than you. Which is fine because you’re weirdly nervous for your own ceremony. You’d much rather watch him get his first so you know what to expect.

The day of, you wear a simple, pretty black dress and gather your entire family into the car to get to Hollywood. The kids, all being 12 and above, don’t require as much supervision as they have in the past and are free to greet aunts and uncles they haven’t seen in a while. They quickly disperse in a chorus of, “Uncle Dave!” “Uncle Harry!” “Aunt Patti!” and more. You stay close to Joel before the ceremony actually starts and you’re relegated to the front row and he smiles sweetly as he kisses your cheek.

“Thanks for bein’ here.” He says and you smile and squeeze his bicep.

“Thanks for inviting me.” You say. You mingle through the crowd together, his hand always on your waist, in yours, or ruffling the hair of a passing child or grandchild that looks weirdly like him. When the ceremony begins, you sit in the front and he shoots you a wink from the podium before he starts giving his speech. Of course, he thanks his producers, band mates, managers, and everyone else as he spins the yarn of the young single-dad who showed up in LA with a dream and practically nothing else. Every once in a while, he looks up from his paper to meet your eyes and you nod to encourage him. Sometimes mouthing, “you got it.” He nods back and goes back to his words.

“I wouldn’t be near where I am today if it weren’t for my family. My brother, Tommy, and his wife, Maria, and their daughter, Lucy, never let me forget my roots and keep me grounded as the Texas boy I am. The little girl I showed up with is now a psychologist who’s way smarter than I’ll ever be, and a wonderful wife and mother to two little ones— Isaac and Eleanor. The daughter that isn’t of my blood but is of my soul is now a tattoo-covered drummer with an attitude that impresses even her Aunt Patti, an activist fighting for LGBTQ+ rights all across the world, and an amazing mother to a not-so-little JJ. My first son who’s given us a run for our money from the second he was born spends more time playin’ baseball than the guitar and we love him for it. My twin girls, our final Millers, never miss a beat and not only keep me on my toes but keep me updated on the latest TikTok trend so their old dad doesn’t go out of style just yet,” he says. Sophia and Violet giggle down the line of your family as you sit there and watch him. His eyes meet yours and you catch them misting over and you’re a goner.

“And my incredible wife who’s been patient, understanding, and gentle beyond belief for eighteen years. You are forever and always my inspiration, my rock, my best friend, and my confidant. The only reason I was able to make Grammy-winning albums and go on tour is because you stayed home with our kids for the first two years of their life. I know it wasn’t easy and there were days when we both wondered if we made the right decision. I hope you feel like we did. The sacrifices I’ve made are nothing compared to yours and I will do everything I can to repay you for that. This star— this accomplishment— is as much yours as it is mine. I love you with everything I am and everything I could ever be. Thank you.” His words hit your heart and all at once, all five of your kids are reaching across each other to grab your hand, touch your wrist, your knee, any part of you they can reach. You laugh and kiss each of their hands as you wipe your eyes. He looks at you with raised eyebrows, looking for approval, and you nod.

“I love you,” you mouth.

“I love you, too,” he mouths back.

At your ceremony, a week later, you stand on the same stage he did and look down at your family. The day’s emotions have made you especially teary and seeing all their sweet faces doesn’t do you any favors. “Alright, I’m gonna try to do this without crying,” you say, making everyone laugh. You thank your team and all the people you absolutely need to thank before turning to where you know Carolina, Ryan, Elizabeth, Victoria, and Penny are sitting.

“I met Carolina Garcia and Ryan Long while looking for a roommate for my 1,200 square foot apartment in Hell’s Kitchen. I was twenty and in the middle of my studies at NYU when Carolina responded to my Craig’s List ad. She said she didn’t have any pets, allergies, or baggage with her except for her boyfriend, Ryan. I was skeptical but agreed to meet him and thus began our decades-long friendship. When Carolina booked her first big TV gig, she threw my name in the hat and helped launch my career. Over the years, Carolina, Ryan, and their daughters have become cornerstones in my life. They made me a godmother and costar when they didn’t have to. They’re kind, selfless people and I owe who I am to them,” you say.

“Carolina and Ryan were also present when I met my husband, Joel Miller, and watched me fall in love with him. Carolina drunkenly told me during our wedding reception that she knew Joel was the one when I told her I could not only tolerate, but sleep through, his snoring,” Joel laughs a little too hard at the anecdote from his spot in the front when all five of the Miller children nod in agreement.

“Over our twenty-year relationship and eighteen-year marriage, Joel has given me support, love, and a family. I met his daughters, Sarah and Ellie, when they were 18 and 14, and although I didn’t bring them into this world, they gladly welcomed me into theirs. They were exceptionally patient and sweet as I adjusted to life with them and their father and let me love them as if they were my own. I never thought I could be a mother, but they helped prove me wrong. Quickly, we went from a family of four to a family of seven with the addition of Sam and our twins, Sophia and Violet, but through it all, the three of you made it easy to be a mom. Even then, all of you made me want to be a better mom, a better wife, a better actress, a better person. With the five of you, I felt unstoppable. I share this achievement with all of you as I do my love. Being your wife, mother, friend, godmother, and Nanny has been the greatest ride of my life. I love you. Thank you.”

Your family embraces you the second you’re off the stage and soon social media floods with pictures of Joel lifting you off the ground and spinning you around, kissing you, and holding your hand or waist for the rest of the day. You get sweet comments and congratulations from fans and other people in the industry. People Magazine celebrates the two of you as “The Most Successful Couple in Hollywood” and praises you for your speeches. You could give a thousand speeches and none of them could ever come close to describing what it feels like to watch Joel play with the kids and grandkids and nieces and nephews.

None of them could ever come close to encapsulating how much love you have for him and the life you get to lead together.

[obxone]

Marmoris (Chapter Thirteen)

Edited-ish. ~1.6k words

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

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

“And hear JJ bitch all day? No.”

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

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

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

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

You smile weakly, that is true.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Later.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He chuckles. “Okay.”

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

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

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

“Sounds perfect.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck it.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I do not do that!”

He laughs. “You do, Baby.”

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

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

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

“Okay.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Chapter Fourteen)

[thecameronchronicles]

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Clause

TW: Hints of smut. Fluffiness.

*SWEETNESS OVERLOAD!

SUMMARY: You and JJ have to try and explain to your kids why they saw mommy kissing santa clause last night…

WORD COUNT: 800

*ORIGINAL CONCEPT*

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Clause

You had only held a handful of Christmas mornings in which you had awoken to the sound of your children’s voices impatient to unwrap the presents beneath the tree, having been collected throughout the year and set wrapped with your precision after they’d fallen asleep. And yet as you descended the steps to marvel at the fulfilment of their wonder, you found your husband, JJ, at the base of the steps with a look of amusement spread across his face. 

“Guys, do you wanna tell your mom why you’re upset?” Both of your kids, separated by approximately two years, would face you with a shared glare. 

“I don’t want to talk to her.” Your eldest spoke, wearing the same dimples as JJ, whereas your youngest wore his blue eyes, ones that were narrowed as she copied her brother’s glare towards you. 

“What is it?” You mouthed to JJ as he cocked his jaw. 

“Honey, what’s wrong?” Your eyes darted immediately to the gift, finding them untouched as you wondered if it had been due to disapproval of a gift, which was proven false by the paper set just as perfect as you’d left it since being wrapped.

“I saw you.” He spoke, now on his feet. 

“You saw me do what, sweetheart?” As you tried to offer care, he would pull away. 

“I saw you kiss Santa! Last night!” He faced his father. “I’m sorry dad…but I did…I saw it…I know what I saw…” JJ clenched his jaw to repress the urge to smirk as he hid this behind a feigned scratch of his upper lip. 

Your stomach twisted as you thought of how to explain to your Children that it was their father beneath the costume he honed the night before without ruining the magic of the jolly tale of the season itself. Luckily for you, JJ would take the lead as he saw you taken off guard. 

“Actually, it wasn’t Santa, guys.” 

“WHAT?!” Your kids said in unison as you glared at JJ. 

“Because he was running late. He got stuck in a chimney…” Your jaw cocked to the side, in awe of how he managed to fix every single situation with the perfect words, especially when you were at a loss. 

“And he asked if I could help. But he still came last night…see? Your presents are still here and he even ate your cookies-told me his favorite was the gingerbread…”

“He did?!”

“He also told me that you two weren’t just ON his nice list this year, you were at the top! That’s pretty cool, huh?”

“WE WERE?!” The way your kids looked at each other with such excitement made your heart inflame further than it had as you shook your head in disbelief to your husband.

 Perhaps once upon a time he would have rolled his eyes to even discuss such topics as they were juvenile. But since you created this life together, the magic of Christmas that brought forward that exclusive feeling lasted well beyond the melt of the snow and the season’s toys having long died from overused batteries. And this was the effect of his love, something that was only strengthened since your children were a blessing to your already incomparable love. And yet despite him sending you to view him in bewilderment in watching him alter from the hot-headed adolescent into the perfect father and husband, he still continued to amaze you. 

“So how about you go get your stockings so you can see just what he brought you? But give your mom a hug first, okay?”

“Sorry mom…Love you…” Your son wrapped himself around your waist as your daughter had done the same to your leg, kissing each cheek, before JJ made his way behind you, arms taken to possess you back against him. 

“Pretty smooth there, J…” You explained as you watched your children pull out their candies and small handheld toys, most purchased from a dollar section of your local stores, and yet they looked to them as if they were the most expensive. 

“Guess next year we’re going to have to be careful…” You nodded, taking in the sight of your kin before feeling his breath on the back of your ear. 

“It’s a good thing they don’t know what Santa did to their mommy after they went to bed last night. All the ways I made you-” 

“JJ!” You reprimanded as he kissed you softly. 

“Especially with what he intends to do tonight,” A swift smack to your butt, unseen by your kids, sent him to kiss your lips softly, before joining your children on the floor as the usual Christmas routine commenced, leaving you more than excited for your gift later that night… 

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[crystalninjaphoenix]

Puppeteer and Timekeeper

A JSE Fanfic

SepticHeroes AU: Part 25

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GUYS I'M SO EXCITED FOR THIS PART :D It's really long, about 7600 words, but so much is revealed that it makes sense. I want to get right to it so I'll keep this author's note short. Jackie and the guys check out Jameson's apartment, hoping to find out more about the Puppeteer. They do... and learn more about the city's hero before Jackie, too. :3c I've been waiting for this since the beginning. And now... it's time >:Dc

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Contrary to yesterday, today was nice and sunny. Too bad they would probably be spending most of it inside, looking through Jameson’s apartment.

Jackie and Chase headed out shortly after Chase got home from work. He looked tired, but he insisted on leaving right away. “We don’t want to keep Schneep or Marvin waiting,” he’d said, so they hopped on the first available train.

Schneep was already at Jackson Legacy Crafts by the time they arrived. He leaned against the nearby wall, looking casual except for the repeated tapping of his foot. “There you two are,” he said upon seeing him. “You’ve taken long enough. What happened? Was there a delay?”

“Hey, we’re right on time,” Jackie said defensively. “Sp—Marvin is the one who’s late.”

“You didn’t go in when you got here, doc?” Chase asked. “Do you still have the key? I mean, I guess that wouldn’t really matter for you, but you know what I mean.”

“Yes, I still have the spare key,” Schneep said. “But I...” He glanced back through the plate glass windows into the store beyond. The lights were off, but Jackie could still see the dust gathering on the displays and items. “I-I thought we should all go in at once. Seemed... fitting.”

Chase nodded. Next to him, Frosty walked over to Schneep and nudged his head with his leg. Schneep glanced down at him. He didn’t pet the dog but he didn’t push him away either.

They waited in silence for a few minutes. Watching the pedestrians walking by. There was always a lot of foot traffic in this area, but most of the passers-by didn’t glance at the closed shop. Until, finally, a familiar face peeled away from the rest of the crowd. “You’re all early,” Marvin muttered.

“Early?! No, you’re late!” Schneep snapped.

“I-I am not!” Marvin said defensively, a bit surprised that Schneep was the one getting on his case instead of Jackie. 

“Well you’re here now, so let’s go!” Chase said, quickly changing the subject. “Schneep, the key?”

Schneep nodded curtly, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the key. He quickly unlocked the door and headed in. Jackie, Chase, and Marvin followed him.

The shop was just how it looked from the outside: dark and dusty. It was actually amazing how much dust could gather in just a few days. Jackie glanced at the clocks on the wall, wondering if they were still chiming every hour. It was strange to think about the shop with no one inside to hear their ticking. But this wasn’t the time for this. “You guys think there’s anything down here?” he asked quietly. “I know JJ said his apartment specifically, but...”

“I’m surprised nobody’s robbed this place yet,” Marvin said, looking around. “Some of this stuff would sell for a lot, and there’s probably still cash in the register.”

“Don’t get any ideas,” Jackie said, more out of habit than anything.

“I’m not stooping so low as to steal from a guy in jail,” Marvin responded, also out of habit.

“I do not think there would be anything down here,” Schneep said.

“Yeah, if JJ had some sort of secret... which, I mean, he did,” Chase said, “he wouldn’t want to keep stuff relating to it out where anyone could see it.”

“Alright, we’ll just head on up, then,” Jackie said, leading the way.

They passed by the counter—Schneep stopping for a moment to look at the family pictures hanging on the wall behind it—and opened the door to the upstairs. Jackie turned on the lights, and they all went up, pushing open the trapdoor at the top and finding themselves in Jameson’s apartment.

It looked exactly the same as it had the last time they’d all been there. Had it really been the same day JJ was arrested? The same day they found out who the Puppeteer was? Or... at least who one of the people behind the Puppeteer was. Jackie had told Chase about the Puppeteer’s mask yesterday, about the cameras and microphones and the LEDs being controlled externally. And then Schneep had called, and Jackie told him, too. They all knew that Jameson hadn’t become the Puppeteer because he wanted to. That there was someone else working with him, maybe controlling him somehow. And that had made them just as determined as Jackie was to find out what was going on up here.

“Where do we check, then?” Marvin asked.

“Schneep, you’re related to him, do you know anything about where JJ would hide stuff?” Chase asked.

Schneep hummed. “Not in the main area. It might be in the workspace, but last I checked, it had not been used in a while.”

“Workspace?” Jackie asked.

“Here.” Schneep walked over to a door and pulled it open, reaching inside to turn the lights on. The small space had been adapted from a closet. It was barely big enough for a desk and chair, but it was crowded with all sorts of projects as well, tools shoved under the desk, bits of wood pushed up against the walls. Much like the shop downstairs, it was covered in dust, though there was much more here than there was down there. Jackie could even see a cobweb in the corner.

“Yeah, I don’t think he’s touched that in like the past... six months,” Chase said. “I guess we can always check it later if we don’t find anything anywhere else. So... where else could we check?”

“Upstairs,” Schneep said, closing the door. “We should start in Jamie’s bedroom.”

“Oh, duh,” Marvin muttered. 

Jackie walked over to the spiral staircase in the corner of the room and peered up. “Y’know, I haven’t been up there,” he admitted.

“Yeah, me neither,” Chase said.

“Well, I have, so you all follow me, then,” Schneep said. He walked past Jackie and started up the stairs. The others followed.

The second floor of the apartment—technically the third floor, counting the shop downstairs—was much smaller than the one below it. There was just a single hallway. Windows on the left side looked out the back of the building. On the right side were two doors. At the end of the hallway was a small table with a pale green cloth and some dusty picture frames. Curious, Jackie immediately walked down to that table. Now he could see the photos in the frames. “Oh... are these JJ’s parents?” he asked quietly.

“Most of them,” Schneep said, striding down the hall to join Jackie. “I think there is one of my parents there, and there are a few of Jameson and—”

“Is this a flower?” Marvin asked.

Jackie looked back at the others. Marvin and Chase had gathered around the first door in the hall, which he and Schneep had gone right past. Confused, Jackie turned and went right back, passing Schneep. Sure enough, there was a framed photograph of a red flower with lots of petals. “Yeah, that’s a dahlia flower,” he said.

Marvin raised an eyebrow. “You can recognize flowers on sight?”

“Some of them. Dahlias are pretty distinctive, they look like a puffball, see?” Jackie gestured at the picture.

“Why’s this on this door?” Chase asked. “I don’t think JJ liked flowers that much.”

“No, that’s not for him,” Schneep said, not moving from where he was halfway down the hall. “That is Dahlia’s room.”

The other three all looked at him in confusion. “Uh... who?” Chase asked.

Schneep stared at them. “Dahlia.” When they didn’t respond, he looked just as confused as they were. “You... do know about her, yes?”

“Did... JJ have a... have a roommate this whole time?” Jackie asked. “H-how did he not tell us? How did we never meet this, uh, Dahlia?”

“...Are you fucking kidding me.” Schneep was shocked. It was like the three of them had just told him they thought the moon was made of cheese. “Marvin, I understand, Jamie was only just getting close to him, but—but Chase?! Jackie?! Did he never tell you about Dahlia? His fucking sister?”

“Sister?!” Jackie repeated, gaping. Chase’s eyes went as wide as dinner plates. “Jameson has a sister?!”

“Mein verdammter Gott!” Schneep facepalmed. “You actually had no idea?!”

“H-he didn’t tell us,” Chase stammered. “I would’ve—I-I would’ve written it down, if he had, I don’t... think I did?”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Jackie demanded. “If Jameson has a sister, she’s your cousin, too!”

“Well I thought Jameson would say something!” Schneep shouted. “She is not here, as you can tell by never meeting her! So why would I bring up personal information like that?! I-it’s not... relevant, and it is not exactly pleasant to talk about!”

Marvin narrowed his eyes. “Why.”

“H-huh?”

“Why isn’t it ‘pleasant’ to talk about her?” Marvin asked. “That’s what you just said, right? Is she a dick or something?”

Schneep bristled, then calmed down and sighed. “No. Dahlia was—Dahlia is very nice. But she... sh-she is in the hospital. She has been for nearly three years.”

“...oh.” Marvin shrank a little, his suspicions disappearing. “I’m... sorry.”

Schneep laughed darkly. “Yes, I was too, when Jameson told me. I... Chase, you are very familiar with the collapse of the East SepTech building.” Chase shifted slightly, clutching Frosty’s lead close to him. “Dahlia was caught up in that, too. It injured her. She... she went into a coma. I-I had not... hadn’t yet reconnected with Jameson, o-or I would have known, I would have... asked to be assigned to her case.” He paused, taking a deep breath. “It was only after that I realized how close I was to her. Had been in the same building as her for so long, until she was transferred to another hospital out of the city, one that would help her more.”

“I... I’m so sorry, Schneep,” Jackie said quietly.

“It... is fine,” Schneep said haltingly. “It is really terrible for Jameson, though. H-he was so much closer with her. I thought that her... absence was really getting to him in the recent months. I thought that was why he was falling apart...” His voice trailed off.

They all stood there for a moment, until the silence grew from solemn to simply awkward. “So... we shouldn’t go in that room, then,” Chase said, stepping away from the door.

Schneep took another deep breath. “Maybe. Th-there is a chance that... that Jameson asked us to check his apartment because of her. Perhaps he left her medical information in there. But we should check everywhere else, first.”

“Agreed,” Jackie said. “Let’s start with JJ’s room, then.”

“Yeah,” Chase said.

“Lead the way,” Marvin added.

Jameson’s room was both exactly what Jackie expected and not at all what he expected. The walls were painted blue, and the clothes in the closet were neat and nice. The bed, dresser, and desk with its table were all made of old, looking fairly old. No doubt a set that Jameson had inherited. But... the room was a mess. Any clothes not in the closet were piled on the ground, and the blanket and pillows were twisted out of shape. Half-carved projects were piled in a box next to the desk—they all seemed to be dolls or marionettes of some kind. Some of them were even scattered across the desk’s surface, around an old desktop computer and monitor. Jackie picked up a couple of these, looking them over. “Puppets,” he said, and laughed even though it wasn’t that funny.

“Where do we check, then?” Chase asked. “I don’t wanna tear up JJ’s stuff if we don’t need to.”

Schneep looked unsure. “Just... around. There is sure to be something.”

But there was nothing. They even looked under the mattress and in the pockets of the clothes—well, Marvin did those, as the others were reluctant. There was nothing to find. Nothing that even hinted to JJ’s supervillain activities. Upon Marvin’s insistence, Jackie tried to get into the computer a couple times, but couldn’t guess the password. Schneep said he was pretty sure that the computer was just for work and listening to podcasts, anyway, and Jackie was inclined to agree.

So they moved back downstairs. They checked the living room, the kitchenette and dining area, the bathroom, the workspace. Nothing. Though... Jackie did notice that Marvin was tearing up the place a bit more than the rest of them. Rummaging through drawers and cabinets and not putting things back where they’d been before. The others all made sure to keep things in order.

“Guess that’s it, then,” Marvin said, closing the door to the workspace after everyone else had finished cleaning it up. “Whatever we’re looking for has to be in Dahlia’s room.”

Schneep nodded slowly. He looked up at the ceiling, as if he could see through it. “Let’s... go back up, then.”

As he and Chase led the way, Jackie hung back, pulling Marvin aside. “Hey,” he said. “You, uh... I don’t know how to say this. But... you’re being a bit... You’re being very thorough.”

“Isn’t that what we’re supposed to be?” Marvin pointed out.

“Well, yeah, but...” Jackie paused. “Are you being this way... because you don’t... I-I remember how the Puppeteer controlled you for a time.” He noticed Marvin stiffen, but continued anyway. “You’re not... looking for evidence against him or something, are you? I mean, I know you’re not, stupid question. You were there when Gwen took the mask apart. But... maybe unconsciously, you don’t... like Jameson that much? And are being... not as careful as you could be... with his stuff?”

Marvin sighed. “I want to snap at you for assuming the worst in me, but I guess it’s valid in this case,” he muttered. “Look, I... It’s complicated. I didn’t know him as well as you guys did, so I don’t think I’m taking the ‘he’s the Puppeteer and now he’s in jail’ stuff as hard as the rest of you. But he was... nice. I-I still... like him?”

“Why’d you phrase that like a question?”

“Don’t fucking interrogate me, I—” Marvin shook his head. “I don’t know. I’m not good with... feelings. Especially feelings towards other people. I... I feel the same as you do, I think. Just... simplified.” He paused. “I think... Jameson tried to apologize to me once.”

Jackie blinked. “Really? When?”

“Not too long before the arrest. A few days, maybe. He said he was really sorry, a-and he claimed it was because the shop was closed the other day, but...” Marvin trailed off. “I don’t... hate Jameson, if that’s what you’re asking. I don’t want to be careless with his stuff, and especially not the stuff of his sister who’s in the fucking hospital. I-I find it hard to hate the guy. It’s like hating a kicked puppy.”

Jackie laughed. “That’s—that’s not funny. But... god, it kind of is what he looks like when he’s sad, doesn’t it?”

Marvin gave him a small smile. “It really is.” The smile faded. “But... It’s still true, what he did. To me, to all those people.” He locked eyes with Jackie. “I want to know why.”

A second passed. Jackie nodded silently. He understood. How could he not? It’s all he wanted to know ever since he saw who was behind the mask. “Let’s see if the ‘why’ is in Dahlia’s room, then. I have a feeling... And it’s not a good one.”

Chase and Schneep were waiting for them by Dahlia’s door. In fact, Schneep had been walking for the stairs, like he was about to come down and ask what was taking them so long. “Ah, you’re here,” he said upon seeing Marvin and Jackie. “So glad you could join us. Not like this is important.”

“Hey, we had shit to talk about,” Jackie said. “Let’s just... Let’s do this.”

“Yeah,” Chase said quietly. “Um... the door is locked, but...”

“I was about to do that, yes,” Schneep said. As soon as Jackie and Marvin had joined Chase by the door, Schneep turned and walked through the wall. A second later, there was the loud clunk of a rarely-used lock turning, and he opened the door from the inside.

“How’d it get locked, anyway?” Marvin asked.

“This, I think.” Schneep reached to the side, grabbing something and holding it up. A small wooden doll with jointed limbs, easily held in one hand. One of the doll’s own hands had a stick with a key duct-taped to it. “Jameson used this to lock it from within.”

Chase blinked. “Right. His powers aren’t just for people, also people-shaped things.”

“Yes, exactly.” Schneep stepped to the side. “Well... come in. A-and do be careful.”

The curtains were drawn in here, so as soon as everyone had filed in, Chase turned on the overhead light. The room was bigger than Jameson’s though only by a little. The floor was wooden but covered with a large circular rug with a pattern of white and purple concentric rings. A black metal bed with blue blankets sat pushed up next to the window, neatly made. There was a white desk with a closed laptop, a stack of notebooks, and pencils in a cup. And the walls were covered in two types of posters: vintage movie posters advertising the great films of the past, or superhero posters showing Heroes and villains duking it out. Jackie’s eyes were also drawn to one thing on the wall in particular: a flag with blue, pink, and white stripes.

Schneep noticed where Jackie was looking. “Ah. Yes, Dahlia was—Dahlia is the same,” he said. “But in the other direction. She and Jameson are twins. Identical in theory, fraternal in practice, as they said.” He chuckled.

“O-oh.” Jackie laughed a little. “That’s... that’s funny to think about.”

“This isn’t as dusty as the workspace,” Chase muttered, running a hand along the top of a nearby white dresser.

“I guess JJ took care of it... for a while,” Marvin said. He picked up something from the dresser Chase had touched: a wooden clock carved to look like a rabbit. “Heh. Cute.”

“Well... let’s look around, then,” Schneep said. “Ah, I will get the drawers, Jackie, you look around the bed, Marvin you search the desk, and Chase, check the closet.”

They all mumbled agreements and split up. Jackie stopped next to the bed, looking it over. It didn’t feel right to take apart someone’s bed, much less while they were in the hospital. But it was probably fine to check underneath. He got close to the floor and peered into the dark gap. He could see boxes and folded blankets. But in front of those was... something else. Something curved, with a fluffy bit sticking out. Jackie reached in and grabbed the item, pulling it out. A hat. A black hat with a blue feather, sort of Three Musketeers style.

...No way. This... had to be part of a costume or something.

Jackie set the hat on the bed and kept feeling around in the spot where it had been. He found a stack of cloth and what felt like a pair of boots. Quickly, he pulled this all out as well and put it on the bed. He unfolded the clothes, laying them out on top of the blanket. All black and blue, Victorian-inspired clothing with a short cape and a cloth mask meant to cover the lower half of one’s face.

“No...” Jackie whispered. “No fucking way. H-holy shit, this... this... Guys?”

“What is it?” Schneep asked. Marvin and Chase also stopped their searches and looked at Jackie.

“This... Is this what I think it is?” Jackie held up the hat and gestured at the rest of the costume. The suit.

Marvin’s eyes widened. He shut the desk drawer he had open and hurried over. “That’s not—not really it, is it?” he asked, awe in his voice. “That has to be like—like a-a costume or something, maybe she was a fan, I mean, look at all these posters—”

Schneep and Chase joined them, and Schneep picked up the top part of the suit. “I... Dahlia was not the type to wear costumes casually,” he said slowly. “On Halloween, yes, but... I-I do not understand. What is this?”

Jackie laughed. “I think it’s pretty clear what it is. This is Timekeeper’s suit. The coolest superhero this side of France. It’s just—just under her bed.”

Chase reached over and grabbed the hat from Jackie’s hands. Ignoring Jackie’s offended shout, he turned it over in his hands. There was a distant look in his eyes. He raised the hat to his face, then lowered it. “It... smells like dust...” he muttered. “Like... concrete and wood. Disaster.” Tears welled in his eyes.

“Chase, are you okay?” Schneep asked.

“Huh? I-I’m fine.”

“Then... why are you crying?” Jackie asked quietly.

Chase touched his face, catching a tear as it fell. “I-I don’t know. It... it feels like... there’s something... I feel like I’m forgetting something again...”

Marvin looked over the suit. “Hey. There are... rips in the fabric.” He gestured at spots on the pants and cape. Jackie hadn’t noticed it before, but yes, the suit was a bit beat up. And as Schneep put the top back down, he looked down at his hands to see gray dust on them.

Jackie reached out and felt the suit, just as Marvin did the same. “Feels gritty.”

“Yes.” Marvin nodded. “Henrik... you said that... Dahlia was in the same incident Chase was. Where the buildings came down. Wasn’t that... one of the last fights Timekeeper was seen in? Maybe the last fight?”

Silence. Slowly, Schneep nodded, eyes going wide.

“W-well... that would explain why this looks familiar,” Chase said, holding up the hat. He reluctantly put it back down on the bed. “Maybe I saw Timekeeper that day.”

“But I-I don’t understand,” Schneep said. “Timekeeper is a—”

“A guy?” Jackie interrupted. “Yeah. Physically.” He pointed at the flag on the wall.

Marvin laughed. “What a way to hide your identity.”

“Yeah. I guess Dahlia wasn’t concerned with her super identity matching her normal one. Or at least, not as much as I am, hah.”

“B-but I don’t—” Schneep cut himself off and threw his hands in the air. “Verdammt! Why are both my cousins supers?!”

“Oh you’re one to talk, Specter,” Jackie pointed out. “What are the odds of all three of you having powers?”

“Not too low, actually,” Marvin mused. “Research shows that superpowers have a genetic factor—”

“So, we’re all in agreement, then?” Chase asked. “Dahlia is Timekeeper. And she’s also Jameson’s sister—who he didn’t tell any of us about. That’s what’s happening?”

“Yeah, I... I guess.” Jackie ran a hand through his hair. This was all... so much to process. This whole time, his superhero role model was related to one of his friends. And that friend became a supervillain. What the fuck was his life?

“Well, that probably makes this important.” Chase pointed at the closet. “I was about to tell you guys this before Jackie showed us the supersuit, but... there’s a tape in there labeled ‘play if I die.’”

That snapped Jackie back to reality. “What? A tape? Like a video tape?”

“Yeah. There’s also—uh, just come see.” Chase walked back over to the open closet, Frosty by his side. The others followed. He pushed aside some dresses and gestured at the floor.

Jackie crouched down. On the floor of the closet was an old mini TV with a built-in tape player, a heavy-looking old camera, two shoe boxes with writing on the side in permanent marker... and, on top of those shoe boxes, a black videotape. He grabbed it and stood up. “Doesn’t exactly say ‘play if I die,’” he corrected. Schneep and Marvin leaned over each of his shoulders, looking. There was white masking tape across the top of the cassette. Black marker words were squished across the surface. ‘Play if something happens to me,’ it read.

“Oh, right, but it’s the same thing, isn’t it?” Chase said.

“No, it’s really not.” Jackie turned the tape over—and saw more masking tape with words. ‘Or if something happens to me,’ these ones read. They were in different handwriting.

“That is Jameson’s writing.” Schneep tapped the ‘Or if something happens to me’ message. “The other one is Dahlia’s—though I confess I have not seen her writing as much as his.”

“Well, something certainly happened to both of them,” Marvin pointed out.

“Yes, we should watch it,” Schneep said. “Chase, is there anything else in here that would help?”

“Well I haven’t checked the shoeboxes,” Chase said. “I mean... They’re at kind of an awkward angle for me. I only read the writing on the tape cause it was facing up.”

“Right, right.” Schneep nodded. He got down to the ground and pulled the shoeboxes closer. “This one on the bottom is labeled ‘Childhood Videos’ and this one on the top is... and I am reading this directly, ‘Adult Videos (but not like that! I mean we’re grown up in them).’” He chuckled fondly.

“We can leave the childhood videos for now,” Jackie said, not wanting to pry too much into the Jacksons’ lives. “But the, uh, not-childhood videos might be useful.”

“Say what they’re called, coward,” Marvin said jokingly.

“Just cause you asked I won’t,” Jackie said, also jokingly. “Look, let’s just drag all this out. Chase can’t really sit on the floor to watch them.”

A couple minutes later, they’d taken the old TV and the box of ‘not-childhood videos’ and moved them over to the bed. They had to do some moving, taking the stuff off the bedside table and moving that over and plugging the TV in. But once it was done, all four of them were sitting on the side of the bed. It was a bit crowded. But nobody said anything. “Okay... I have rewound the tape to the start,” Schneep said, leaning forward with his hands on the TV’s buttons. “Are we ready?”

Everyone nodded silently.

“Okay.” Schneep took a deep breath, and pressed play, leaning back so the others could see.

The tape stalled for a while, showing just a blue screen, before static gave way to a close-up of a bright blue eye, framed by mascaraed lashes. “Gah! Shit.” a voice said. Then  the scene shifted. The camera was now placed on a flat surface—judging by the background, it was the desk in this very room. A woman was standing in frame. The resemblance to JJ and Schneep was clear. She had the same sort of build, if maybe more feminine, and the same brown hair and bright blue eyes. Her hair was done in a curled style reaching down to her shoulder blades. She wore a white tank top with a semi-translucent purple button-up over it. She took a deep breath, then smiled at the camera. “Hi. My name is Dahlia Jackson. But you might know me by another name. I am Timekeeper.”

Jackie inhaled sharply. It was one thing to piece it together from the suit under the bed, it was another to hear it from someone’s mouth—even if it was through a recording. His eyes glanced down at the date in the corner. January 1st, three years ago. Only about a few months before Timekeeper vanished.

“Now I know what you’re thinking,” Dahlia continued on screen. “‘Whaaat? This lady is Timekeeper! But that’s not possible! Timekeeper’s a man!’ Well, you know, you shouldn’t make assumptions about people.” She laughed. “I’m uh...” Hesitation. Jackie recognized it on her face. He knew this sort of pause very well. “I make sure that everyone thinks I’m a man when out taking care of stuff. I figured, the whole point about a secret identity is that it’s secret, and what’s a better way to hide it than make people think you’re another gender?” Another laugh. “But now you’re thinking ‘what proof do you have? This recording could be edited!’ Well, no, it couldn’t be. That’s why it’s on a tape. So that everyone who watches this will know that this isn’t fake.”

Dahlia stepped up to the camera, grabbing something from behind it. A ceramic mug with a Christmas theme. “Observe,” she said. And she raised the cup over her head and dropped it.

It only fell about a foot before its fall visibly slowed, losing momentum until it stopped mid-air. Dahlia stepped to the side and waved her hand above and below the suspended mug. “See? Not edited. And no trick wires or anything. This is my power.”

“Holy shit,” Marvin whispered. Jackie glanced away from the TV for a moment to look at the others. They were all shocked, Schneep the most of all. Although, there was something else in Chase’s face. Something like... concentration. Like he was trying to... remember something.

On screen, Dahlia grabbed the mug out of midair and set it back on the desk. “I’m making this video because...” She paused, several emotions struggling on her face. “Well, I-I realized that... that if something happens to me, no one will know. If Dahlia Jackson gets in an accident or something, the public will wonder about Timekeeper. And if Timekeeper gets... hurt... in battle, my friends won’t know why Dahlia suddenly disappeared. This is for that. I’m trusting this to my—to a family member of mine.” She froze. “Maybe I shouldn’t’ve—Should I start ov—No, no, i-it’s fine. Probably.”

“She means Jameson,” Schneep whispered.

“If something happens to me as Timekeeper, he’ll play this for the people who know Dahlia,” she continued. “And if something happens to Dahlia, I’ve asked him to give it to... some authority figure. The media. Maybe the police. Not the League, please.” She laughed. Maybe that was a nervous habit of hers. “But... yeah. I’m Dahlia Jackson, and I’m Timekeeper.” She tossed the mug in the air. Its flight stopped suddenly, shortly before it reached its apex.

“People are always curious about our origins.” She kept going with the mug hanging there. “Mine is... unusual. In a way. Um... nobody knows this, not even most of my family, but my mother had superpowers. Not much, really. She could conjure these strings out of thin air. They didn’t really do anything but glow slightly, so she just used them to sew stuff up. Special stuff. Like my first dress. Or a plush animal she and Dad sent to relatives living out of country—”

Schneep inhaled sharply.

“—or like, good luck socks.” Dahlia grinned, but there was some sadness to it. “She was born with it. Said it came from her father, whose guitar was stringed with superpowers. And, ah...” She looked unsure for the first time. “I have... another close family member... with powers like Mum’s. He can make strings like her, but um... Anyway, I grew up knowing two people who could do these amazing things, but I was just not all that special. My dad wasn’t super, but he was very smart and talented. Felt kind of... strange, just being there. I wanted to do something great. But, uh, I-I didn’t get my wish the way I wanted to.”

Dahlia took a deep breath. “When I was about ten years old, some burglars broke into my family’s shop. We lived in a flat right above it, so the burglars came right upstairs. They ordered my parents to open the safe down in the shop. Mum and Dad didn’t want to, of course, so there was a bit of a scuffle. One of them threatened me and my... my brother. He tried to protect me, using—he tried to protect me, but one of them had a knife. He turned and whirled on my brother... and...” Her eyes went distant. “...the burglar tried to kill him. I-it was bad. I screamed, knowing, even as a kid, that the chance of coming back from that was rare, needing to stop it, to stop everything—and so, everything did stop. It all froze. The living room of our flat caught in a single moment of time, with just me.” She forced a smile on her face. “A-and ever since then, I’ve had some control over the flow of time.”

Behind her, the mug paused in midair suddenly fell with a loud clatter. She jumped a little, turning to look at it. “Shit,” she whispered. Then turned back. “W-well, I might have to clean something up, so I’ll hurry. Why did I decide to become Timekeeper? It’s... quite simple, really. Because it’s hard for a ten-year-old b—girl to forget the sight of a man trying to kill her brother. I never wanted anyone else to have to go through that. No other kid has to live through something so harrowing. So, as soon as I left uni, I began preparing. And not long after that, when I was sure that I could support a secret identity and a hero identity... I went out into the world.” Her eyes flashed with determination. “If I could save just one person, it would be worth it. But I wasn’t going to stop at one. I-I know it’s probably impossible for one person to save everyone from everything... but I can save a lot. And I’m going to. I promise, as long as I am Timekeeper, I will not quit.” A wan smile crossed her face. “Hopefully this tape will never be shared. But if it is, I want anyone watching to know that, okay? This is what I wanted to do. And I will have no regrets.”

Dahlia let out a long breath, then stepped up to the camera, picking it up. She fiddled with it a bit, then the scene suddenly switched—

Schneep leaned forward and paused the tape. “I-I am sorry, I—I need a minute.” There were tears in his eyes behind his glasses.

“Y-yeah, of course.” Chase nodded. “Take as much time as you need, doc.”

“Yes.” Schneep pulled his glasses off and stood up, walking out of the room’s open door and turning out of sight.

Jackie leaned back, looking up at the ceiling. Oh. There were glow-in-the-dark stars above the bed. He stared at them, finding patterns in the random design. So. That was Timekeeper. That was Jameson’s sister. He understood why Jameson wouldn’t tell any of them about her. Was Jameson proud of his sister? He had to be. Jackie would be. But why hadn’t he shared the tape like Dahlia wanted? People had been wondering about Timekeeper ever since he—she—disappeared. Maybe... maybe Jameson thought she would pull through. Even after all this time. Maybe he just believed in his sister that much.

A couple minutes later, Schneep walked back in. His eyes were red. He sat down again, put his glasses back on, and asked, “So, are we ready to continue?”

“If you are,” Marvin said in an unusually gentle tone.

“Y-yes, I am.” And before they could say anything more, Schneep reached forward and pressed play again.

The date in the corner read August 23 of this year. The camera was moving so much that it was hard to tell what was happening. Until, eventually, it settled. It was placed on a wooden surface—the coffee table in the living area downstairs. The camera was pointed at the TV, filming nothing of significance. Until a hand came into view. A hand holding a phone with tape over the camera.

“JJ,” Jackie realized, recognizing his phone. “Wait, he doesn’t usually have his camera taped up, does he?”

“I do not think so,” Schneep muttered.

The phone and the camera were tilted this way and that until the camera could see what was on the phone without the light from the screen blinding it. This was a text message conversation between JJ and a number labeled Unknown. Quickly, Marvin reached over and paused the tape. “Let’s look at that,” he said, and started reading out loud.

I have another special target for you. 

Is it less dangerous than the last one?

About the same. Just expect to get burned instead of frozen. He will be in the Impressionist Exhibit at the Daindover Fine Arts Museum, at 1:15 AM exactly this coming Saturday night.

Marvin stopped reading, going pale. “That’s—that’s me. Th-they’re talking about me.”

“Are you okay?” Jackie asked.

“I’m fine,” Marvin said hurriedly. He played the tape again.

Jameson’s phone disappeared from the screen for a moment. Then it reappeared with a new message on screen, sent from him. Almost immediately, the Unknown number sent a reply. Marvin paused to read aloud some more.

What if I can’t do this? This is a lot to ask.

You know what will happen if you can’t. Don’t you need her? Don’t you care about her? Or have you grown callous? After only twenty days? I thought you were a kinder man than that, Mr. Jackson.

“...no,” Schneep whispered, shocked. “This can’t be—” His fists clenched. “Keep going.”

Marvin played it again. Once more, the phone disappeared and then came into view with new messages. Pause, read out loud.

I’ll do it. But I want you to know you are a plague on this city.

I prefer to think of myself as the opposite. An Anti-Virus, if you will. Ha ha ha. But if you are concerned about a plague of puppets now, you should save that worry for later.

As soon as Marvin played the tape again, a new message appeared, making him pause it immediately.

Why is your phone camera covered?

Jackie shivered. “This person can see through JJ’s phone camera?” His tone was hushed, as if scared this mystery person could see them right now. “Keep going!”

Marvin nodded, pressing play again. Instantly, things changed. The camera view flew backwards, the screen becoming a blur of colors and then going dark, a bit of reddish light along one edge. Jameson had just thrown the camera onto the sofa. Silence followed for a while. The group of four waited with baited breath. Until, finally, they heard footsteps. The camera view shifted, brightening again. It was pointed at the ground. Jameson’s shoes came in and out of frame as he walked across the floor. The creak of a door. The floor changed from wood planks to tiles. And then the camera lifted upright again.

Jameson was in the apartment’s bathroom. The camera was pointed at the mirror, showing both it and Jameson in the reflection. He looked... scared. His eyes darted back to the door, then back to the mirror again. He picked something up off the counter and held it up. A notepad. A notepad with writing on it. Instantly, Marvin paused the video again and read what was written.

About one month ago I got a mysterious phone call. The robotic voice on the other end said it had kidnapped my sister Dahlia from the hospital where she was resting in a coma.

Play. Jameson put down the notebook, camera jostling, and turned the page. He held it up again. Pause.

When I checked with the hospital Dahlia was not there. Their records showed that she had been transferred but the doctor in charge was not notified. I sent an email to the new hospital. It never made it. I was instead emailed by this stranger again.

Play. Jameson turned the page again. Pause.

They refused to identify themselves, but sent a picture of Dahlia. There was a newspaper with that day’s date. They said they knew about my powers. And that if I wanted Dahlia to live, I would do what they said.

Play. Another page turn. Pause.

I cannot let anything happen to Dahlia. If you watched the first part of this tape, you know why. She is not just my sister. She is a hero. People need her. So I agreed. If you’re watching this, I have probably been arrested. Know it was not my idea.

Play. Another page turn. Pause.

I think this stranger is a super with technopathy. They can see me through any modern camera and monitor my activity online. But I don’t think they can access this old videotape model. So I record it here. Find them. Stop them. They have a plan and will not stop if something happens to me.

Play. One last page.

I have to continue to play along. They will get rid of me if I become reluctant. But I might break one day. I’m sorry, Dahlia. I’m sorry, my friends. I’m sorry, everyone.

With tears in his eyes, Jameson lowered the camera and the notebook. The tape abruptly stopped and the TV returned to its blank blue screen.

The four of them sat there, faces bathed in the blue light, all absolutely shocked. “Holy shit,” Chase whispered.

“I’m going to kill them,” Schneep whispered. His voice strengthened. “I am going to find that motherfucker and I am going to kill them for what they’ve done to my cousins. I am going to strangle them with my bare hands and watch the light leave their fucking eyes—”

“But how are you going to do that?” Marvin asked, looking at him. “They only contacted JJ through electronics.”

“Messages can be traced!” Schneep shouted, standing up.

“Yeah, but I don’t think they’d let that happen.” Marvin stood as well. “This super is probably whoever was remotely accessing the Puppeteer mask. The one actually doing the talking.” Marvin looked at Jackie. “The same person who edited my warning email to you. If they can do that, they can probably make sure their communications are untraceable.”

“What’s technopathy, by the way?” Chase asked.

“Oh. It means they can control technology in some way,” Marvin explained. “Either the physical machinery or the programming and stuff. Hardware or software. Sounds like this guy is software-based.”

Jackie shook his head and got to his feet. “This is it!” he said excitedly. “This is what we came here for! I-it’s the evidence that’ll prove JJ was innocent in all this! Or, more innocent, at least. If he was being blackmailed his ass is covered under the law! Not even the Super Laws, just the law. I don’t know if he can get free entirely but he’ll at least be going somewhere other than the Vault, a-and for much shorter, too!” He ejected the tape and grabbed it. “I-I gotta take this to the League—”

“Um—” Marvin coughed. “You probably shouldn’t do that. And I’m not just saying that cause I hate the League. Don’t you remember what Dahlia said?”

“Yeah, even I remember,” Chase said. “She definitely said she didn’t want JJ to take the tape to the League if she disappeared.”

“I—Okay, well, the regular police, then,” Jackie said.

“Are you sure?” Schneep asked. “This is the only tape we have. Do we want to hand it over to anyone? What if something happens to it? Is there—is there a way to copy video tapes? There must be, yes?”

Jackie frowned. “That’s a good point... But what about this mystery super? The real Puppeteer. This... Anti-Virus, they called themself that in the message. If JJ’s right and they can watch through cameras, we don’t want to leave the tape anywhere they can see it.”

“I have people I can ask about this stuff,” Marvin volunteered. “The Dismantler and her family are really good with tech.”

“Okay, you ask them, then.” Jackie looked at the TV and the shoebox of other video tapes. “What do we do with all this stuff? Should one of us take it home?”

“I dunno if there’s room for it in our place,” Chase muttered.

“I can store it somewhere,” Schneep said. “I can take the tapes now then come back for the television and camera later.”

Jackie nodded. “Okay. That works out.” He paused. “Can I at least tell the League I have evidence that JJ is innocent? Do you think I can do that?” A nervous breeze ruffled the curtains. He really, really wanted to get started on this process as soon as possible. The less time JJ spent in prison, the better.

Marvin sighed. “I don’t know, Windstorm. Use your best judgment. Do you think it’ll help? Really?”

“I...” Jackie swallowed nervously. “I have to try. For JJ. For both of them.”

“Course you do.” A smile flickered around Marvin’s face. “Well. I guess I’ll be leaving, then. Seems like we’ve found what we needed.”

“Yeah, Jackie, it’s getting late.” Chase pointed out the window. The sky was the orange of sunset. “We should get home.”

Jackie nodded. “You’re right. I-I need the Red Line to contact the League anyway, and I left that in my room.”

Schneep bent over and picked up the box of tapes. “So... we will all be leaving, then.”

“Mm-hmm.” Jackie paused. “Uh, Schneep. If you need anything... you can ask me anytime.”

Schneep locked eyes with him. “What I need most is my family home safe. But I think you are already working on that, yes?”

“...yeah,” Jackie whispered.

“Keep in contact with me. If there is any news with the tape, or the League, or the police, you call me first.”

“Don’t give too much away in texts or phone calls,” Marvin said. “I don’t... I don’t think they’re secure.”

Once upon a time, Jackie would’ve called him paranoid. But now he nodded, thinking about this other super who’d watched and controlled JJ for so long. Anti-Virus. That’s what they’d call them. “We’ll talk about big stuff in person.”

“Well... great, then.” Chase, with Frosty’s help, stood up. “Let’s get out of here. It feels... wrong to be in this room. Maybe even in this building.”

Jackie had to agree. Somehow, it felt disrespectful.

The group quickly dispersed, going their separate ways. Jackie remained quiet on the train ride home. His head was still spinning with everything that happened. The videotape was in his hoodie pocket, a square shape against the fabric. He kept one hand on it at all times. This was the key. The Jacksons wanted their story known. Some way or another, he would make sure it was shared.

[misshoneyimhome]

Chapter 2 - 

Prologue I 01 I 02 I 03 I 04 I 05 I 06 I 07 I 08 I 09 I 10 I 11 I 12 I 13 I 14.I I 14.II

Summary; JJ experiences her very first NHL game, and she get’s to spend a little alone time with Willy;

Tags; William NylanderxOfc, “We never go out of style”

Warnings; dog cuteness, probably language;

A/N; introducing new (slightly main) characters: Pablo and Banksy Nylander; personally, I enjoy this chapter way more than the previous one; 😉

Words; 3K+

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“You ain’t nothing but a hound dog”

October, Thursday 13th – WSH 2 @ TOR 3

It was Thursday night, and it was hockey night - but not just any hockey night, it was this season's first home game.

And Charlie had managed to secure VIP tickets for her and Julia with a little help from Mitch, which had Julia excited beyond measure.

The game was an absolute thrill, with the Toronto Maple Leafs taking on the Washington Capitals and emerging victorious with a 3-2 score. The atmosphere in the arena was electric, and Julia found herself fully immersed in the excitement. Cheering alongside passionate fans, she couldn't help but be captivated by the fast-paced action on the ice and the players' incredible skills and determination.

Charlie's joy was infectious, and the two friends celebrated each goal and crucial save with high-fives and hugs. The game kept them on the edge of their seats, with both teams giving their all to secure the win.

Julia was used to watching football at stadiums, which was much alike, but the speed of the hockey game increased the level of excitement.

As the final minutes ticked away, the Maple Leafs held onto their lead. The experience of witnessing an NHL game live, the spectacular plays, and together with Charlie made it an unforgettable night.

After the game, Charlie and Julia made their way to the players' area to greet the team and congratulate them on their victory. They had a chance to hang out with some of the players' friends and family members, including Stephanie and other partners like Tessa, Mo's fiancée, and Aryne, John Tavares' wife.

“Hey,” Mitch almost shouted as the guys started to come out of the locker room. He came over to Steph and kissed her before turning to Charlie and Julia. “How did you like the game?” he asked, all excited from the win. Both Charlie and Julia exclaimed that it was incredible and pointed out the team's fantastic performance.

Auston and Mo joined the group, and a few minutes later, William came over as well after finishing an interview.

“You guys were amazing.” Charlie added, and the guys just chuckled and thanked the girls for their praise.

“So, JJ, how did you like your first NHL game?” Auston asked her.

“Well, it might have been my first, but it definitely won't be my last,” she said with a grin, and the guys laughed in response, clearly pleased.

The group chatted for a bit about the game. Julia couldn't help but notice Auston glancing at Charlie a few times, which made her smile. She knew that Charlie fancied him as well. They had spent an hour just talking on the night of her birthday party, and they'd shared their social media accounts, where Snapchat was frequently used.

But Julia was cut off from her train of thoughts by William.

“Happy birthday, by the way - did you have a good time tonight?” He asked, smirking, and she nodded, offering him a friendly smile.

“Thanks, but my birthday was like 5 days ago,” she chuckled.

“Yeah, I know, but I didn't really have the chance to tell you then,” William joked playfully, which made Julia laugh as well.

“But yes, I've had a good time tonight,” she said, and they shared a moment smiling at each other. Julia couldn't help but stare into his blue eyes. It was like they were glowing - probably from the post-game sweating and showering. “You were great,” she said softly, “I guess you're not just all smiles and charm then,” she chuckled, and he nodded with a grin.

“Don't get fooled by this pretty face, I'm so much more,” William smirked.

“Having a wonderful smile and talent on the ice can certainly take you a long way, no doubt,” she laughed and gave him a wink, which made him laugh as well.

“I guess I don't need anything else, right,” he bantered along, and they shared a moment of amusement.

As the conversations slowly died out, the group split, and the guys finished getting ready while Charlie and Julia left the arena.

It had been a remarkable night, filled with hockey excitement, celebration, and newfound friendships. Julia couldn't have asked for a better birthday gift and introduction to the spirit of Toronto, and she knew that this hockey adventure was just the beginning of many more wonderful memories to come.

**

On the following beautiful Sunday afternoon, Julia headed to her regular Starbucks, enjoying a relaxed walk as her landlord worked on fixing some issues with her washing machine. While queuing, she immersed herself in music, savouring the moment until an unexpected 'boo' startled her, causing a shriek.

"Shit!" she exclaimed as William came up behind her, who was out on his own stroll. "You startled me, Willy," she playfully scolded him with a laugh.

"Sorry, just wanted to surprise you," he replied with his signature smirk.

"Well, you succeeded, you twit," she chuckled, moving forward in the queue. William just laughed along.

At the counter, Julia ordered a Grande cappuccino with an extra shot of espresso, to go, and William chimed in, "Make that two – minus the extra shot.” Julia gave him a questioning look. “You owe me a coffee, remember?" he smirked.

"No no no, you can't use that favour twice," she protested, "I've already bought you a drink."

William chuckled, casually leaning against the counter, "Well, that was a drink - this is coffee; there's a difference."

Julia rolled her eyes but paid for both of their drinks. "You really are an idiot," she teased as they waited for their coffees.

"Maybe, but I'm a charming idiot," he replied, making her laugh once again.

"So now I've bought you a coffee, which makes us even for that little incident," she observed, raising an eyebrow. "But I've also bought you a drink, so that means you actually owe me a drink now," she smirked.

"Yeah, I guess so," he admitted with a chuckle, sharing a fun moment with her. "But seriously, don't Brits usually drink tea or something?" William teased, making Julia burst into laughter.

“Well, yes; but it seems my dad's Danish genes come out on top when it comes to drinks," she replied with a grin.

As they were waiting, a young boy nervously approached William, asking for his autograph. William gladly obliged, and Julia couldn't help but smile at the heart-warming scene.

"Wow... can't believe you can actually be this sweet,” she joked.

"Well, I've got to do something to impress you, right?" William teased, and they both laughed as their coffees were ready.

Leaving Starbucks, William unclipped a dog leash from a nearby metal knob.

"Oh my god! Are these your dogs?” Julia asked excitedly.

"Oh no, I'm just trying to steal them,” William replied sarcastically, earning yet another eyeroll from Julia. She bent down to greet the adorable Goldendoodle and a yet cuter black doodle.

“They’re so cute," she cooed, petting the lively pup.

"This is Pablo,” William introduced the golden dog, “and that’s is Banksy,” William pointed to the balck one, amused by Julia's affection for the dogs.

"Well, hello Pablo,” she said, using a baby voice to interact with the very energetic dogs. “And hello Banksy.”

“So, this is what it takes to impress you, huh,” William chuckled, and Julia just nodded. “If you’d like, you can join us for a walk?" William invited, smiling.

Julia thought for a few seconds. "Sure, why not," Julia agreed with a casual tone, "I'm just waiting for my landlord to finish up at my flat anyway."

“You mean apartment,” William teased, which made Julia chuckle.

“Yes… apartment”

Pablo and Banksy eagerly took the lead as they strolled through the streets of Toronto, William guiding the way to the nearest dog park. There were happily running, sniffing, and marking different spots.

“They’re adorable,” Julia chuckled as she watched the exitid dogs.

“Yeah, they are” William smiled, “I even take them with me on the road sometimes.”

“Really, how cute - guess it’s nice with some fluffy company,” she smiled.

“Definitely.”

Julia couldn’t help but feel comfortable by William’s calm demeanour. He was definitely a cheeky idiot, but he was also charming and occasionally sweet.

"So, what's life like on the road?" Julia inquired as they settled onto a bench. "And what's it like being a hockey player?"

William couldn’t help but chuckle at Julia’s sudden curiosity.

“Well, I'd say it's pretty great,” William said and took a sip of his coffee, while watching Pablo run and play with Banksy and other dogs. “I honestly don’t think too much about it, it’s just my lifestyle and what I love to do.”

Julia smiled. “And you’re good at it,” she said, which made William chuckle a bit. “Did you grow up with hockey?”

William nodded. He then told Julia all about his upbringing. He talked about how he’s from Calgary, but he’s been moving around a lot in the US due to his father playing in the NHL. He told her about his family, how they play tennis, and that his father’s Swedish and he’s been spending almost every summer in Sweden. She could tell that his family meant a lot to him.

“Wait, you have how many sisters?” Julia laughed.

“Four,” he replied with a laugh.

“And you have a brother, Alex as well?” William nodded. “Wow… then how come you still know nothing about women?” Julia bantered which made William chuckle.

“How about you?” William asked, intrigued to know more about Julia as well.

“Well… as you know I was born in Denmark, but spent most of my upbringing in England,” she started, then continued to talk about how she’s got 2 brothers, one older and one younger. Her father’s Danish and her mother’s from Birmingham. She grew up just outside of London and when she was 19, she moved around Europe. She’d lived in Amsterdam and Berlin for two years, working in the service industry, before she moved to Copenhagen, where she met Camille, a fellow Brit who was searching for a roommate. She went to Copenhagen Business school, to master her degree within International Shipping and Trading, before she moved back to London, to work as a Project Assistant.

“Sounds like you’ve travelled a lot,” William smiled.

“Yeah, and it’s been fun. I loved every part of it,” she smiled back at him.

“Do you ever miss it?”

“Miss what?”

“Europe, England, home?”

“All the time,” Julia replied softly with a smile.

“How about you? Do you miss Sweden?”

“Sometimes,” William smiled.

They sat there, sharing a moment of calmness, and felt at ease in each other’s company. They both felt a connection, but what exactly it was, none of them could pinpoint. Maybe, they could feel a connection because of their diverse cultural and international and Scandinavian upbringings, which gave them a mutual understanding. Or maybe it was because they shared a quirky and brashy sense of humour. Nonetheless, it was simple and easy between them.

William knew that he’d missed an opportunity with Julia when he’d left her during their first night together, but he could sense that she wanted to spend time with him. Which made him happy. Julia felt it as well. She enjoyed his company, and a part of her wanted to know more about him. And even though they had been intimate, she just felt like he was the perfect friend right now. Easy to talk to, and just as cheeky and playful as herself.

Just in that moment, Pablo came running towards them and jumped into William’s lap.

“Hey buddy,” William exclaimed excitedly.

“Perhaps we should go back,” Julia said as she looked at her phone, seeing a message from her landlord, that she could come back to her flat. William nodded, as they got up from the bench and Banksy happily walked next to him, while Pablo took Julia’s side. 

As they walked out of the park, William couldn’t help but look at Julia through the corner of his eye. He knew that their friendship was growing through jokes and bantering, which he enjoyed, but he also couldn’t help but think about what she’d said last time at the bar and what Charlie had said as well. So, he cleared his throat a little before saying something.

“I’m sorry… by the way,” his tone was a little nervous and he was looking awkwardly round and down into the ground.

“Sorry about what?” Julia asked with a soft chuckle.

“About that night… or morning.”

William was never one for words, especially when it came to feelings or sensitive topics. But Julia smiled at his words. She hadn't expected him to bring this up, and it meant a lot to her.

“It’s ok,” she smiled, “I mean, I was a bit… confused maybe, unsure if I’ve misread the situation, but honestly it’s fine - we had a great night, and that’s it, now we’re here.”

“You’re sure?” he asked gently, searching her eyes. “You’re not mad at me?”

“Of course not,” Julia chuckled, looking back at him. “We’re all good, Wonderboy.” 

William smiled, a sense of relief washing over him. He wanted them to be friends, or whatever they were becoming.

"Besides, I'm not even sure what would have happened if you'd stayed... I mean, to be honest, it probably wouldn't have changed anything," Julia said with a warm smile. "And I'm really glad we can just be friends."

Walking together, William felt genuinely comfortable around her. She was sweet, kind, and yes, a bit of a brat, but he found that endearing. Because, so was he. 

"Me too," he replied.

As they reached a crosswalk, Julia pointed toward another street than where Starbucks was located. "I need to go this way."

"It was really nice seeing you today," William said with a smile, knowing he had to continue down the road. "Pablo really enjoyed your company."

"Likewise," Julia offered him a friendly smile. "And if Pablo ever wants to go for another walk, I’ll be happy to join,” she bent down to pet the still-energetic dog.

"I'm sure he'd love that," William chuckled.

They exchanged a warm hug before parting ways.

***

Later that night, Julia's phone lit up with an Instagram notification:

‘williamnylander started following you’

A smile graced her face as she glanced at her phone. "That cheeky bastard," she mused, opening the app. She briefly considered sending him a message but then decided to keep things simple. They were just getting to know each other better, after all. She chose to post a picture from her day at the dog park, featuring Pablo happily chasing a ball. 

She added the caption: "Sunday strolls with the delightful Pablo & Banksy 🐾 #DogParkAdventures" and clicked "post."

Before long, the post began to garner likes and comments. William had liked the picture and even left a comment: "Pablo's found himself a new best mate! 🐶👏 “

Julia couldn't help but smile at his comment and replied, "Looks like we're mutual fans then! 😄🐾"

Seeing William’s comment, she decided to message him anyway. 

jjonesss: Wow, now you're also stalking me on social media 😉

williamnylander: Well, I had to find a way to contact you, you know, in case Pablo wants to see you again 😛

jjonesss: Haha, of course... for Pablo... 😉 In that case, please give him my best - and Banksy!

williamnylander: Will do 😊 They say they had a great time today

jjonesss: Please tell them, so did I 😊

Their conversation continued in the private messages, with light-hearted banter and emojis exchanged. Julia's initial reservations seemed to fade as she realised that their connection was genuine and uncomplicated. She had been cautious at first, but now she felt glad that she was allowing herself to enjoy this blossoming friendship.

Eventually, Julia set her phone aside and leaned back on her bed, a content smile playing on her lips. She had no idea where things might lead with William, but she was excited to find out. For now, she was going to savour the effortless camaraderie they shared and the unexpected moments that life had brought her way.

****

"Argh!" Tyler exclaimed as he fell once again.

Julia smiled as she watched the young boy get back up on his skates. The following Tuesday, she found herself seated on a bench with Phoebe at Tyler's hockey training session. Andrew, their father, and Julia’s boss was tied up in a client meeting, so Julia was taking care of the kids. Phoebe was engrossed in an episode of Peppa Pig on the iPad, giving Julia the chance to scroll through her Instagram and pass the time during the 1.5-hour session.

Tyler looked adorable in his hockey gear, she thought. She had taken a picture of him just before he took to the ice, and she decided to post it on her Instagram story.

"This little one will be a pro one day," she wrote.

Shortly after, a message from William appeared in her inbox.

williamnylander: he already looks like a pro to me 😀

jjonesss: Haha, I'll make sure to tell him that 😄

williamnylander: who's his fave TML player? 😉 it's me right? I know it is

jjonesss: haha sorry to burst your bubble, love 😂 but it's Auston - he even got his jersey

williamnylander: hmm… guess I'll have to do something to change his mind 🤔

jjonesss: I'm sure that big brain of yours can think of something 😂

williamnylander: I'm sure it can 😂 I can always bring him to the rink or something - for a private lesson

jjonesss: Hm not very creative though 😉 but I'm sure he'd love that

williamnylander: I can bring Banksy and Pablo as well 😉

jjonesss: so when will this be? 😍

Julia couldn't help but grin as she continued her conversation with William. She could sense his good-natured intent behind his words, and it warmed her heart. 

After a while, Phoebe's excited shout snapped Julia out of her Instagram reverie.

"Did you see that, JJ?" Phoebe exclaimed with an enthusiastic expression.

Julia looked up, curious. "No, what happened?"

"Tyler scored a goal!" the younger sister announced proudly.

"Wow, that's fantastic!" Julia cheered.

Once the training session concluded, Julia waited for Tyler to emerge from the locker room. Standing among the other parents, she felt a sense of camaraderie even though she wasn't a traditional hockey-mum. But being in the rink's hallway brought back memories of watching her brother’s play.

She missed her family.

During her Facetime call with them after the Thursday game, she excitedly recounted her NHL experience in Toronto. Her father and Daniel had been genuinely interested, particularly her dad, who closely followed their local team back in Copenhagen. While her dad mostly followed European hockey, he and her brother had been keenly following NHL news recently.

"Did you see me, JJ?" Tyler burst out of the locker room, brimming with excitement.

"Absolutely, darling! You were incredible," Julia smiled warmly at the exuberant young boy.

"I can't wait to tell Dad!"

Julia's heart swelled at Tyler's excitement. She knew Andrew would have loved to be there. Despite his busy schedule, he always made an effort to be there for his children's events. But, Julia was glad to step in when needed.

"So, Tyler," Julia began as they drove home. "My friend William Nylander has asked if you'd like to come to the rink one day and maybe play a little hockey with him."

"OH MY GOD, REALLY?!"

Julia chuckled, glancing at him through the rear-view mirror.

"Yeah, he seemed quite disappointed when I told him Auston was your favourite player. So, he offered to train with you himself," Julia continued, her voice tinged with amusement.

"When? Oh my god, yes! That would be unbelievable, JJ!"

"Well, we'll need to coordinate schedules, but you have to promise you'll tell him he's your favourite player then," she teased with a light chuckle.

"I promise!"

For the remainder of the car ride, Tyler was nearly bouncing in his seat with excitement.

[liberacesghost]

Day 6 -- Person A Knows Person B's Coffee Order

let's try that again! just wanna shout out @doctorsteths-fluffyfeb again, because i'm having a good time writing, but also having a good time reading. so if you're all not on that shit, get into it!!

warnings: cussing cause i literally cannot; mentions of them on a case but nothing graphic

pairing: hotch x reader sorta (use of y/n) they're not actually together and they don't actually get together, but you'll see

word count: 769

a/n: i know how super late i am pls forgive me <33

Coffee was the lifeblood of the BAU. The driving force that kept them going the long hours they had to work. The sweet nectar that fueled their bodies and minds.

And this coffee at the tiny mid-western precinct they were currently at fucking sucked. And that was putting it mildly. 

“I can’t do this. It’s been days and I need decent coffee in my system”, you say standing up. “I need a break anyway.”

The case was going…slow. Well, more accurately the team’s progress was going slow. The unsub was decidedly not slow. He was leaving a trail of bodies quicker than you could process the evidence. And yet, you were no closer to actually catching him. 

Frustrated by not only the lack of breaks in the case, but the added insult of shitty coffee was almost unbearable. 

“I’ll make a quick run - let me know what you all want”, you say to the room at large as you put on your coat, which includes Rossi, Derek, Spencer, and Emily. 

After getting their drinks all written down, you head to ask Hotch and JJ. You find them in an office that’s being repurposed for the BAU’s benefit. 

“Hey guys”, you say hanging onto the doorframe. “I’m going on a coffee run. Do you want anything?”

“Oh, tea would be amazing, thanks”, JJ says with a smile. 

Hotch nods and opens his mouth to speak, but before he can, you cut him off pointing a finger at him, “A large black coffee, no cream, 1 sugar. I know.” Then you’re out of the door before Hotch can do much more than nod again, quite uselessly. 

He’s staring into the space you just were, mouth slightly open. He didn’t think anybody paid attention to his usual order. He didn’t think you paid attention. He’d be an absolute liar if he said his heart didn’t clench almost painfully in his chest. The thought of someone listening and picking up on what he likes – well, not just somebody, but you. It’s enough to keep him from doing anything useful for a lot longer than he’d like to admit. Hoping beyond hope that his cheeks were not pinkening. 

It’s not until JJ pointedly coughs that Aaron is snapped out of it, head jerking towards the blonde. She gives him a knowing smirk, before going back to the notepad in front of her. Purposefully (and very professionally) not mentioning the coloring occurring on his face and his ears. 

Some time later, JJ has moved back to the conference room leaving Hotch alone in “his” office to scribble away at the endless reports. 

Lost in the writing and rewriting he’s felt he’s been constantly doing since he got here, he doesn’t hear footsteps approaching. It’s not until he hears the soft thud of the cardboard coffee cup on his desk, that he stops. He looks up to see you looking at him with a soft, almost shy smile. 

He looks at you like he’s seeing you for the first time.

Your timid smile. The way your eyes meet his before quickly flitting away. Teeth worrying your bottom lip. 

How he never saw it before is absolutely beyond him.

“Here you go, boss”, you say softly. 

You both just stare at each other, restrained smiles on your faces. 

The seconds turn into minutes, before you shake your head as if you’re clearing your thoughts away like an etch-a-sketch. “I also got some snacks if you’d like”, thumb pointing over your shoulder. “They’re in the conference room.”

Aaron is too stunned to say or do anything. This sudden realization that maybe, just maybe, you could feel the same way as him is overwhelming. 

When he doesn’t respond, you give him a jerky nod of your head before turning around and making your way out the room. 

Hotch says your name so softly, you turn around quickly, almost in alarm. 

Remembering that they’re on an active case and he’s still the goddamn unit chief, he catches himself before he says something incredibly telling. 

“Thank you”, he says instead. 

You look at him, brows furrowing for a brief second, eyes roaming his face and posture for something. Something he left unsaid, something he was going to say, something you wanted him to say – you weren’t sure. So you simply look him in the eyes, a small almost smirk on your face, and give him a nod before making your way back to the conference room. Leaving Hotch in his makeshift office alone with the coffee you got him, the swirling thoughts inside his head, and the ache in his chest.

[hotchxreid]

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you all right?”

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

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

“No, I really-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You two will be the death of me.”

Aaron grunted before walking away, his face beat red.

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