#OTC (only touching cody)

[sapphicsamizayn]

Imagine, a masquerade after party after Wrestlemania.

Every superstar is there, where a mask.

Roman is there, wanting a night for himself and pretend he was that young who believed in love. He can’t recognize anyone… but then he hears Seth’s iconic laugh and streets away from it. He sits by the bar, where Cody was, unaware it was him and vice versa.

They share a drink and start talking, opening up to each other and becoming vulnerable.

Cody is enchanted by this man and fell in love immediately… the two share a night in Cody’s room, in the dark.

Roman wakes up, snuggled in Cody before realizing it horror and quietly left.

Cody wakes up, confused and heartbroken. He is moping later on and rants to SETH that he met the love of his life and he doesn’t even know where he is anymore. Seth scoffs.

(meanwhile, Samijey are conjoined by the hip, Sami making sure Karrion steers clear from Jey and Jey is possessive of Sami. Samijey for ever.)

Okay but like yes. Yes. Accidental lovers RomanCody. Not even Roman can resist whatever weird rizz Cody has, he's just a star that attracts everything in his orbit and my god everyone wants to touch that butt almost as much as everyone wants to ride Sami's dick. But I love an enemies to lovers arc for those two.

Cody and Roman have a certain Sonic and Shadow sort of vibe and while I don't play many video games I assume they kiss

Masks or not, Sami will NOT leave Jey's side ever. However, I could also see Jey getting playful and teasing Sami, acting like he doesn't know who this "handsome dude" under the mask is.

[mrawkweird]

OTC = Only Touching Cody

You know what? That fucking too.

[read-ahead]

Careful// Spencer Reid OneShot

Word Count: haha, a whopping 1.7K

Requested? Oooooo yes and it was like McDonald’s my friends. I’m loving it.

Warnings: Murder, witness protection, OTC drug abuse, kidnapping, hostage situation, angst.

Author’s note: I’m so sorry it took so long, I was going through something but I’m all good now. I promise to try and update more regularly, and to all other asks in my inbox I promise to get to them. I didn’t want to start anything ‘till this one was done. But I’m real excited y’all thanks for this.

Spencer Reid had been dating Y/N for five months, but he had loved her for at least two years, and nothing killed him more than when she got hurt. Which was a lot. Part of him thought that when they started dating she would be more careful, but she wasn’t.

“We’ve got a case, briefing in five.” JJ called as she went to set up the presentation.

Y/N stood, making her way to the coffee pot, “Want some, Spence?”

“Uh, yeah that would be great.” Spencer smiled up at his girlfriend, “Thanks.”

She poured two cups of coffee, bringing them over to Reid’s desk. The couple took their hot drinks into the conference room. The team settled around the round table, all glancing at the case files in front of them.

“Marshfield, Wisconsin,” JJ clicked to a photo, “This is Noelle Alexander, the third victim in the series of murders that have taken place over the course of three weeks.”

“Third? Why are we only be brought in now?” Morgan said.

“The first and second victims didn’t have any similarities except for their appearance, until now the police had written it off as a coincidence,” She clicked once more, pictures of all three victims sliding onto the screen. All of them shared Y/N’s key features, which she clearly didn’t seem to notice, “The three women were all killed within five miles of each other.”

“Strangulation is reported as the cause of death, so why did this UNSUB stab his victims post-mortem?” Prentiss closed her file.

“Cases like this, it’s a very specific type, his victims probably represent a female in his life. This woman probably left him abruptly, or at least did something that he perceived as “ruining his life.” He might even be living out his revenge fantasy. If this woman is still alive, it’s very likely he won’t stop killing until he kills her.” Spencer explained.

“Which means we’ve got to work fast. Wheels up in ten.” Hotch stood and walked out of the room.

Y/N went back to her desk, getting her go-bag and pouring the remainder of her coffee into a travel mug. Spencer took a couple of strides, planting a kiss a on Y/N’s cheek.

“Hey, promise me you’ll be careful on this one?” He said.

“I’m always careful.” She laughed slightly, closing her travel mug and walking towards the plane. Reid sighed, she definitely wasn’t.

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The team touched down in Marshfield at around eleven o’clock, Prentiss and Hotch went down to the police station, Morgan, Rossi, and Reid went to the latest crime scene, and JJ and Y/N left to speak to the first victim’s family. All in all, this should’ve been an easy case, they already had a basic profile of the UNSUB. Then the pattern changed.

“There’s been two people killed, the victims are the same as before.” The police chief said, obviously in a panic.

“Is there any possibility that this is a copycat?” Morgan said.

“The details of the murder weren’t released to the public,” The officer said setting down his jacket, “so it’s very unlikely.”

“Great, so this guy is devolving.” Rossi looked back to the evidence board, “We need to tell the whole department, he isn’t going to stop until we stop him.”

“Ok, Prentiss and I will go reinterview the community.” Y/N nodded to her teammate, making her way out of the station.

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“Excuse me, Timothy Vickers? This is the FBI, we would just like to ask some follow up questions.” Prentiss asked, knocking on his door.

The door creaked open, the man peeked through, eyes widening slightly at Y/N. He immediately opened the door further. “Come on in.”

“Mr. Vickers, we’d just like to check up and make sure you haven’t seen anything pertaining to the recent string of murders.” Y/N said walking into the threshold, “We believe the man we are looking for spends a lot of time in public areas, and possibly outside. He may do a lot of yard work, or even volunteers. However, he probably comes across as very socially awkward.”

“Sorry, I- I haven’t seen anything.” He stepped forward a little.

“Then I apologize for wasting your time,” Emily smiled slightly, “We’ll be on our way.”

“Thank you for your ti-” Y/N was slightly cut off as she began to walk away.

“Actually, I may know someone like that.” Vickers blurted, sitting on an old brown couch.

“Are you sure, Mr. Vickers?” Prentiss said.

“I believe so,” He laughed, once again standing, “Would you ladies like some coffee?”

“Uh, n-”

“Yes, that would be great, thank you.” Y/N stopped Prentiss mid-phrase, shooting her a cautionary glance.

“Just one minute.” He made his way into a small kitchen two rooms away.

“Emily, message the team. Tell them where we are.”

“Done,” She said, immediately typing on her phone.

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“Hello, my lovelies, I’ve searched the database and I think I’ve got a hit on our guy.” Garcia’s voice cut through the silence in the police station.

“What you got, baby girl?” Morgan turned towards the screen.

“One Timothy Vickers, born Gregory Koch. Briefly spent time in jail when accused by his then-girlfriend, Sylvia Sanster, of serial theft. He got out about a year ago, but he moved to Marshfield about four weeks ago. Anyone want to take a guess as to why?”

“Sylvia Sanster, we interviewed her when we first got here.” Hotch answered.

“Correctamundo, girl got out of dodge as soon as Timmy was locked up.” She continued, “She died her hair and got contacts, but before that, she matched the victimology exactly.”

“What did you say this guy’s name was again?” Spencer suddenly seemed panicked.

“His name now is Timothy Vickers.” Garcia repeated, “Why?”

“Prentiss just messaged me, her and Y/N are at his house.” He stared helplessly at his team, hands trembling slightly.

“They messaged so they obviously knew that something might happen.” Rossi put his hand on Reid’s shoulder, “They are aware, and they aren’t defenseless.”

He lightly shrugged off Rossi’s hand, “Well, I’m not waiting around.” Spencer stood up, not wasting a second before grabbing keys and a gun.

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“Cream and sugar?” Vickers called from the kitchen doorway.

“Yes, please, if it’s no bother.” Y/N smiled.

“Y/L/N, we should go, get backup.” Prentiss whispered.

“Em, you know this guy will likely skip town, we’re probably safer if we don’t leave suddenly.”

Almost as if on cue, Timothy walked back into the living room, handing both of the agents a cup of coffee. Being honest, Y/N would have never pegged this guy as a killer without the profile. Which seemed, usually, to be the most terrifying part of the job.

“Thank you, Mr. Vickers.” She shifted back into a pleasant persona.

“Of course, please, sit.” He said, sitting himself in the armchair parallel to the couch.

So they did, both of the women sipping their coffee slightly. “So, what exactly did you think you saw?” Prentiss lowered her mug.

“This guy I volunteer with, uh Cody- no, Thomas?” Vickers stumbled across his words, “Um, I can’t quite remember his name, but he’s just like you mentioned.”

“And what organization do you two volunteer for?” Y/N said.

“Oh, uh the, the Red Cross.”

“You’re sure you don’t remember his name at all?” Y/N continued.

“I can go look through my fi-”

“What’s in this coffee?” Emily stood, stumbling a little and dropping her cup.

Everything began to crash around Y/N, as Prentiss reached for her gun, Vickers pulled out his own, “Timing is everything, isn’t it?” He laughed.

“Hey, Timothy, no one needs to get hurt. Okay?” Y/N said placing herself between him and her teammate. Again, as if planned, sirens pulled up outside.

Vickers grabbed Y/N tightly, pulling her to his chest, bringing the gun to her temple. “Out,” he nodded for Prentiss to make her way to the door, “Gun down, or I shoot her.”

Emily obeyed groggily, the door creaking open once again, this time the rest of the team was outside waiting. The first person Y/N saw was Spencer, she had never seen him so scared.

“We have you surrounded Gregory, let her go.” Reid’s voice trembled a little as he yelled.

“Or what?” he laughed louder, every move made Y/N tense more.

Bang

Y/N began to shake violently, the grip on her arm falling away. She turned to see the red stain on his forehead spreading. When she looked back Spencer stood in front of her, tears in his eyes. He immediately pulled her into a hug, as Morgan checked on Prentiss. She shut her eyes tight, in turn shutting out everything around her but her genius.

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Both Y/N and Emily were admitted to the hospital, in case of poison. Prentiss’s coffee had high levels of doxylamine, but Y/N’s cup was only coffee. That didn’t stop Reid’s panic of what could have happened. That also didn’t stop his anger when he found out that she hadn’t been carrying a gun.

“What the hell, Y/N?” he yelled in the tiny checkup room.

“They were routine interviews! There was no reason to!”

“There is always, always, a reason to. We hunt serial killers. Why would you ever go anywhere without a weapon?”

“Because, you know, unlike a sociopath, I like to believe that there is good in the world.”

“Yeah well that’s great, when you are NOT on a murder investigation. Then, it is adorable, but when you are interviewing possible killers, it’s dangerous.” He got closer to her, “Not just to you, to everyone around you.”

“Everyone is fine, Spence.” She softened her tone slightly.

“And if you hadn’t been his type? He would have killed you and Emily. Not everything is always gonna be okay. You aren’t always going to have backup, I won’t be there to help you.”

“I got this job without you, I don’t need you to help me. I know what I’m doing”

“What happens when you get into a situation where you do not know what you are doing? What happens when you die because I wasn’t there, because you didn’t bring a gun?” He began to fidget, shaking as he spoke.

“It’s not gonna happen.”

“You don’t know that.” His voice cracked.

“Okay, Spencer, I promise to be more careful. I’ll carry my gun everywhere, I- I promise.” Y/N walked towards him, pulling him as close as she could manage.

“I can- I cannot, I will not lose you.”

“And you won’t. You won’t.”

“I promise, Spence.”