What FT couple (in your opinion) do you think would be the most okay with public displays of affection? :) Also, hello!
I think this would be a tie between NaLu and Gruvia. Simply because of Natsu and Juvia’s personalities.
Natsu doesn’t give a shit about what other people think and wouldn’t think twice about showing Lucy affection. He’d initiate tongues and all kisses, bear hugs and keeps an arm slung over Lucy’s shoulders whenever she lets him get away with it. If anyone had a problem he’d start a fight over it.
And Juvia loves to dote on Gray (and he laps up the attention, but is too cool for school to show it). I can see him blushing over the simple touches, Juvia bringing his lunch to the guild, patching up his clothes, and kissing his cheek whenever the opportunity rises. The small things affect Gray the most.
I see Natsu and Gray ribbing each other all the time over the PDA
Gray telling Natsu to “keep his hands to himself and get a room”
Natsu mimicking Gray getting flustered and ends up with a fist to the face “WTF Snowflake!”
Stunned into silence you let him lead you up the stairs to his apartment, him locking the doors behind you.
Leading you into his bathroom, Spencer pulled some gauze and antiseptic solution from his cabinet and plugged the sink, filling it with warm water. Cupping your chin carefully, he tilted your face upwards and dabbed at the dried blood around your lip. You sucked in air, wincing at the sharp sting.
“I really don’t know how you managed to split it so badly. It honestly looks like someone’s punched you in the mouth, Y/N. You’re not covering for him are you? Promise me you’re not.”
“I promise. I let him… I let him cane me. I wanted him to hurt me. Properly hurt me. And I bit so hard trying not to cry out, I didn’t even realise I was bleeding.”
He dabbed antiseptic onto the cut, lowering his head afterwards and softly blowing on it to ease the sting and then resting his forehead to yours, looking you directly in the eyes.
“Properly hurt you?” he asked quietly.
“I felt like I needed to be punished for ruining what we had,“ you tried to explain.
“Oh Y/N. You didn’t ruin anything. I did. By being a stubborn bastard.”
He straightened himself up and then pulled you to him gently, wrapping his arms around your back. You leaned into him, gripping his t-shirt, your face turned to the side against his chest. You’d missed him.
You’d missed him so fucking much.
You pulled away after a few moments feeling calmer, but seeing you’d left mascara marks and blood on his shirt.
“Sorry.” You pointed them out to him.
He just shrugged in response.
Refilling the sink with clean water, he reached for a packet of baby wipes and used them and some cleanser to wipe the remainder of your make up off of your skin.
“Much better,” he announced when he was done.
Taking your hand he led you into his bedroom, a room you’d also missed the sight of, and then rummaged in his drawer; pulling out an oversized shirt and some boxers, handing them to you.
“I’m gonna get some ice. Caning is one of worst offenders for marks and bruising. Get changed if you want, and lay flat. We’ll see what we can do.”
He left the room and you quickly changed, peeling off your clothes and shrugging his shirt on. You lay flat on the bed, hugging his pillow and inhaling the scent of him. You left the boxers off. No point if he was going to be tending to your butt.
Spencer returned a few moments later, placing the items on his bedside table and grimacing at your skin.
“I’m not happy that you let him do this to you, you know.”
“Yeah well…. I’m not happy about a lot of things that happened recently.”
He pushed the shirt up and placed a thin piece of cotton over your cheeks, before laying two blue ice packs on them, the coolness soothing you almost immediately.
“I’m sorry that things happened the way they did. They shouldn’t have. But you were never meant to over hear that conversation with my Mom, Y/N. I didn’t mean those things I said, I don’t even remember saying them.”
“Why would you say them though….”
He crawled onto the bed with you, adjusting the ice packs and placing his head next to yours.
“There was a lot going on in my head then. And I could do withoutmy Mom psychoanalysing our feelings for each other, however right she was.”
“Sooo….you do have feelings for me?”
“Did you not hear me outside? I’m in love with you, Y/N. I didn’t intend on falling for you, but something happened. I don’t know exactly when it stopped being about just showing you these things and started being about actually experiencing them with you, but it did. I think I was scared to admit it too, especially considering how much we’d told ourselves from the start that it was just about playing.”
He pushed back a piece of hair that had come loose from your braid, his fingers lingering on your cheek.
“I was scared too. Emily told me that we wouldn’t be able to keep this as strictly a sex thing. I fucking hate it when she’s right.”
“Me too, me too,” he agreed.
Your cell started to sing and you glanced around from your limited position for your bag.
Spender moved, retrieving it for you and pulling out your cell, wrinkling his nose up at the screen.
You shifted so you were resting on your arms and held hand out your hand for it.
Shit, you’d said you’d let him know when you were home.
You slid the bar to answer the call.
“Hey, are you home okay?” he asked, a concerned tone to his voice.
“Yes, I’m home,” you told him, seeing Spencer roll onto his back and smile at the word home.
“Good. I’m glad. Listen…. We’re no going to end up going for coffee are we? You and him……You’re a thing, right.”
“Yes, I guess we are.”
“Alright, I’ll accept defeat graciously and bow out now. I’m sorry again for hurting you.”
“It’s nothing, not your fault,” you reassured him.
“If erm… if it doesn’t work out, give me a call. I liked you Y/N.”
You giggled and ended the call, tossing the cell down on the bed and looking across to Spence.
“So erm… What now? You love me, I love you. What happens.”
“So you do love me then… Cos I’ve said it twice tonight already and was starting to worry that you hadn’t said it back.”
“I very much do love you.” You carefully inched you way across the mattress in a commando crawl style, trying not to dislodge the ice that was doing a nice job of numbing your butt.
When your reached his body, you rested your head to his chest, sighing happily as his arms looped around you again.
“How does this work though…..do we still…. play? Or do we just….have normal sexy times.”
He kissed the top of your head tenderly.
“We’ll do whatever we want to do. We’ll figure it out, okay.”
You closed your eyes, feeling Spencer starting to stroke your hair, gently pulling it loose from the braid.
“Ah crap. Guess I should see if Hotch can stop my transfer.”
You looked up at him, suddenly remembering. Spencer looked sheepish.
“You erm… Don’t need to.”
“No… I told him I’d make things right somehow. And asked him not to push them through. He said he’d told you an extended period of time anyway, to give you time to change your mind. He wasn’t going to process them until he absolutely needed to.”
“So he knew?”
“Y/N, I’m fairly certain they all knew. When we stopped talking to each other, it was kinda obvious something had happened between us.”
“Shall we send them a picture or something? So they can see….. ” You raised your head round him, trying to grin, your thick lip getting in the way.
“Maybe when it looks less like you’ve been attacked, I don’t want them rushing over here to check you’re okay.”
“Excellent point Dr Reid.”
You wriggled, the ice packs falling off your butt which you could no longer feel. Moving your body, you climbed so that you were laying flat on top of him, your whole body pressed against his, your head tucked under his chin.
Spencer let out a frustrated sigh.
“Okay?” you asked him.
“Yes and no. I really want to be kissing you right now, but we can’t. Your mouth needs to heal.”
It was a true. Kissing would hurt like hell.
“Give it a day or two. And then we can kiss. And then do it again the next day, and the next, and then the day after.”
wrist has three words on it, the first three words you’ll hear your soulmate
say. You think the idea of soulmates is just a bunch of junk, but you’re in for
a rude awakening when you meet your soulmate at your new job at the BAU.
Because you worry you will lose your new dream job, you keep the fact that he’s
your soulmate hidden, pretending as if those three words didn’t exist.
A/N: Thank you
all so much for all the positive feedback! It honestly means so much to me!! Here’s
the second chapter!!
You and Rossi drove to the second dump
site, going over possible theories as you navigated the foreign roads of New
York. When you got to the scene you ducked under the yellow crime scene tape
and took in your surroundings. It was a park, so very public. There was a bit
of snow on the ground, though based on the photographs there was more when she
found until the snow thawed.” You commented, “There was a blizzard the night
she was dumped, which covered the body, that probably upset him, which could
explain why there was the short time period between the second and third kills
than the first and second.”
also be deteriorating.” Rossi added, walking around.
“I don’t understand
what message hes trying to send. He takes average middle to upper class women,
holds them for a week, doing god knows what, but it isn’t torture, then stabs
them, then lays them in very public places. They all had contusions on their
head, so blitz attack, the unsub either isn’t very physically big or lacks the
social skills to lure them.”
agrees, giving the scene another once over before going back to the SUV. As you
began driving back to the local precinct, silence took over the car and you
thought that you couldn’t wait for 3 months from now when you’re settled in and
part of the team. Since they act so much like a family, you felt a bit on the
outside. That is, if you last three months and this soulmate situation doesn’t rear
its ugly head. After a bit Rossi laughed, well not so much laughed but moer so
pushed air through his nose in an amused manor.
know that the Bureau keeps record of what’s on all their agents wrists, right?”
He asks, looking at you with an expression you couldn’t quite make out.
know, I remember them taking a photogr- Oh. You heard, didn’t you?” Your stomach
drops as you realize what he was getting at. Of course your superiors would
know what your tattoos said in case there was a conflict of interest on a case
or for identification purposes.
does this mean?” You ask, hands gripping the steering wheel with white
that depends on how you want to handle the situation.”
even a situation in my mind. Or at least I don’t want there to be. I don’t want
a soulmate. I’m happy with my job the way it is and I don’t want to risk it. I’m
my own person, I don’t need another half.” You say with a sign.
just going to let him keep thinking he’s a Glitch?” You can hear the
disappointment and sadness in his voice. Of course, he would be sad for his
friend, they had been working together for years.
“I don’t know.
I just. I don’t want a soulmate.” You say quietly, a guilty feeling settling in
your gut. “Please don’t tell him.”
bound by laws that say we can’t reveal what anyone’s tattoos say, it’s one of the
strictest rules we have in the FBI, so I couldn’t even if I wanted to.” Rossi
says as you pull into the parking lot of the local police station and you let
out a sigh of relief.
you’re back, what did you find?” Hotch asks as you walk in.
Rossi go over all of the things you noticed in detail, explaining your
theories. Spencer was standing in front of a white board, a map taped to it,
mumbling something to himself and then writing it down on the board, and that
guilty feeling started to rise again. Quickly looking away you grabbed the file
for the case.
why don’t you go talk to the victim’s partners, we have them in the interview
rooms, Reid, will you join her?” Hotch asks after a moment.
internally, though you plaster a normal look on your face and nod, waiting for
Reid to finish the geographical profile before you go to the interview rooms.
Glancing at him you kicked yourself, you have to get over the awkward and guilty feelings, you’re going to be working with him for a long time, hopefully, so you
need to get better at acting normally around him, you tell yourself.
my name is Dr. Spencer Reid and this is SSA Y/F/N Y/L/N,” Reid introduced you
both and you shake the fiancée of the first victim’s hand.
went through the motions of questions, did Angela have any enemies, what were
her habits, where was he last, the works. You ignored the nagging feeling that
was pulling you left, which just so happened to be the side of you that Spencer
was sitting on. It was like your body was telling you to reach out and touch him, but you definitely kept your hands to yourself. Though you hate to admit you moved your chair forward and to the left a couple inches, disguising the leftward movement with the forward one. Maybe if you were closer it would get rid of that annoying feeling and you could concentrate more.
“No, no I
don’t think she had any enemies, everyone loved her. God, I loved her. We weren’t
perfect together like everyone else but we loved each other, we made it work.” The
fiancée went on, tears in his eyes. You frowned, what could he mean by that?
for asking this, but what do you mean?” You ask, leaning forward a bit.
and I met in a support group for Glitches.” He clarified.
Spencer nod, and you see Spencer fidget uncomfortably. After that you finish
the interview quickly, moving onto the next the second victims husband. When
you walked in and shook his hand you immediately noticed that his wrist was
bare, and you frowned. Not only was this man a Glitch, he was a Blank. You
envied him. You glanced at Spencer, wondering if he had noticed the pattern
arising as well, but he didn’t seem to look at the man’s wrist at all. As you
Reid was about to dismiss the man after asking all the routine questions you
quickly interrupted to say that you had one more question for him.
“How did you and your wife meet?”
You ask, hoping that this could give you at least some direction.
“We uh, we met at a group for
Glitches.” He said as he held up his wrist you then thanked him for his time
and he left.
“Both of the couples so far met at the
support group, we should ask the others as well.” You say quickly, “It could be
where the unsub is meeting them.”
“I agree, good catch,” Reid says with a small smile, but you
noticed he didn’t make eye contact with you.
Soon enough you found out that out
of the four couples, all were Glitches, all four of the four couples met at support
groups. When you explained this to the team, they immediately called Garcia
asking about all the support groups in the area. Glitches weren’t that common, only
about one per million people, and New York state’s population was just under 20
million people, which meant there were about 20 Glitches in total. Garcia found
two support groups, both in New York City, but dozens of online forums.
Together you came to the conclusion that the unsub may be a Glitch as well,
possibly murdering these people because he was jealous that they were happy
even without a soulmate.
“We should have two of us go
undercover and go to the meetings.” Morgan suggested.
“I agree,” Rossi said next.
“I can go,” Prentiss volunteered
with a shrug.
“Your script isn’t very believable
as a Glitch though, Prentiss, like you said before, it is a pretty common
sentence.” Morgan said with a sign, “Maybe JJ or Y/L/N could go, her is more
“I can go.” Reid said suddenly,
catching everyone’s attention.
“I could do it as well.” JJ gave
Spencer a quick glance.
Luckily the team didn’t have to
wait long because the first support group met that night at a local community
center. JJ and Spencer were fit with wires, and instructed to go in with a
story already set to explain how they were Glitches and that they made a pact
to go to the support group together. Hotch, Prentiss, Rossi, Morgan, and you
all waited outside in two surveillance vans, listening in on the wire. You watch
as your teammates walk into the building, hoping that they would be able to
find something out about the unsub.
“Hi, welcome to GA, Glitches anonymous, you two are
new, what are your names and script so we can get you a name tag?” You heard
someone greet. You stopped your jaw from dropping as your heart beat quickened,
did they mean what you thought they did? Reaching up to tuck hair behind your
ear you notice your hands are shaking. Glancing to your other teammates you
make eye contact with Rossi for a second before you tear your eyes away.
“Excuse me?” JJ asked, Reid staying
“Your script, what’s on your wrist,
in order to build trust, we all write down what’s the first things we heard our
soulmate say to show that we are willing to be vulnerable.” The person obviously
running the support group explains.
“What if you’re a Blank?” JJ asks,
obviously trying to give Spencer and out so that he doesn’t have to say what
his is over the wire.
“Blanks are so rare, we’ve only had
two in the 20 years we’ve been around. A lot of people like to claim their
Blanks so they don’t have to write it down but we also always roll our sleeves
up to keep everything out in the open. So, what are your names and script?”
“Im JJ, mine says ‘you must be’” JJ
conceded, holding her wrist out.
“and you, sir?” You subly tried to
take deep breaths to calm your heart. They were all in the room when you told Garcia
that you love coffee, they would all know immediately.
“Uh, Im Spencer and uh,” He pauses
and coughs uncomfortably, you glance to your teammates, who all look like they
pity him as they listen. He had been working there for about a decade now and
he never revealed what the words on his wrist said. “My script says ‘I love