TRAP!JJ WITH RAFE’S EX!!! Not Even Just Ex Client, HIS EX GIRRRLLL OH THE TEA

𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝. (unedited)

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! — spencer reid x black fem reader

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓! — i gotta find peace of mind • lauryn hill ; sistanem • jid ; show me • joey bada$$ ; purity • asap rocky

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ! — a few curse words, anxiousness

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 ! — fluff, angst if you close your eyes a little bit

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓(𝐄𝐃)? — omg hiiii,i saw that your taking requests and i was wondering if i could request a spencer reid fic where he has a chill earthy gf and the team meets her for the first time and is like shocked ish cause they expected spencer to be with someone who’s also like nerdy

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ! — 1.2k

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ! — Following his release from prison, Spencer didn’t have the easiest time expressing his emotions, but gradually through the arms of a woman that smells of pomegranates and nag champa, he found peace.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ! — I changed it up a little bit because originally it was scarily close to “ewa”, so i deeply apologize that it doesn’t completely match the ask!

Spencer’s personality had grown much rougher since being released from prison. Made evident by the large book he’d thrown at the debriefing room’s glass and the lack of optimism in his speech and emotions, Spencer became a guarded being, completely avoidant of any form of vulnerability.

The team tried their best to provide forms of assistance. Penelope started leaving the man his sugar with a drop of coffee and a sweet treat on his desk in the mornings. Emily and JJ attempted to start and include him in conversations, feeling as though pity and direct changes to how they interacted with him would only offset him more. Morgan relaxed with the one-liners and jokes directed towards him but still maintained enough for work to not feel like a grave shift, while Rossi and Hotch remained as they were. Spencer’s paperwork following each had certainly lightened but if you were to ask them they knew nothing about it.

The team tried their best to support and aid Spencer into readapting, not wanting to risk him falling into less-than-healthy coping methods he’s used in tears past, which is why it was extremely weird to see the gradual changes in his style and attitude. It wasn’t a revert to the lighter neutrals and sweater vests he once adorned, but embellishments to what he currently sported—stacked rings and crystal bracelets decorating both hands, a collection of gold necklaces he’d rotate through, and he started smelling faintly of Mielle products and Nag Champa. He’d also, for lack of better phrasing, “mellowed out”. His words had almost completely lost their edge and hostility, no more foreign objects had been thrown out of anger, and they could start to see their old Spencer peaking through. They never knew how much they missed the sound of his voice and the privilege of asking him to shut up until he’s taken his unspoken vow of silence.

As a man who had been in love many times before, especially with a woman of a darker complexion, Rossi had immediately caught on the moment he saw a peak of an ankh. In her younger years, Hayden loved to drag Rossi through street markets collecting decor, trinkets, and things of the “spiritual” nature to keep around their shared home. So the waft of these scents he had gotten when Spencer walked to his desk a few weeks ago made him instantly aware.

Luckily, their annual pasta night had been quickly approaching, and ever the romantic, Rossi always strongly encouraged his team to bring their significant others. He wouldn’t approach or push Spencer on the topic unless he chose to bring it up himself, however, he is gossipy and extremely nosy so he anxiously awaited the day another would pick up on it and say the quiet thing aloud.

Unsurprisingly, Morgan was next. The subtle scent of pomegranate and honey hair products added a shine to boy genius’ natural curls. He may no longer have hair but he spent enough time around the women in his life to pick up on curl products from a sista in his vicinity. In general, the boy looked more alive. The eyebags decorating his eyes had lessened, and the paleness in his skin diminished almost completely. He knew this magic had to be the work of one of his own.

It wasn’t until the boy had been figuratively walking on air through the BAU that someone chose to mention it. Essentially floating past the chismosa trio of Morgan, Emily, and JJ.

“You got something to tell us, pretty boy?”

Passiveness and secrecy had never worked in the boy’s favor in the past and persisted in doing so as a soft smile grew upon his face. It was the dopey kind of a man in love and easily confirmed what most if not all had known.

“As a matter of fact, I do, but you’ll have to be patient.” he said before turning away from

The week leading up to this night at Rossi’s had the girls of the team shaking with anticipation. Penelope for one had taken any opportunity to speculate who this woman was, Reid never adapted in the internet usage aspect so attempting to search and stalk her social media profile would be futile, all they could do was guess and wait.

You could feel your tachycardic heart pounding away in your chest. You were proud to claim to be extroverted in any instance besides meeting FBI agents that your boyfriend had known for over a decade. They saw him become the man he was when he met you, so any opinions they could develop of you would inevitably trump his feelings and be the death of your relationship.

Hearing that you’d be going to a rich Italian man’s house for dinner and meeting so many new people, you’d taken that as an unspoken ‘you better dress to fucking impress’. Your attempt at people pleasing wasn’t intentional, you just wanted to love the people who lived your man, so soon after you returned from the bookstore with Spencer, you took to digging through the depths of your closet to reach untouched pieces saved for special occasions.

Even though it had been extreme, you stayed up for the entirety of the previous night to install some long small boho braids, you couldn’t tell if the urge to crack your knuckles had been from the exertion or your anxiety skyrocketing.

And regardless of whatever sweet and smooth words your boyfriend would utter, whether an “I love you, so they’ll love you” or “they aren’t as judgmental as you’re assuming” they did very little to quell the choking feeling you got every time you envisioned how this would play out. Because what do you mean they aren’t judgmental, when you’re entire career revolves around doing so??

Immediately spotting the gaggle of profiles standing around the kitchen island from the door Spencer had held open for you, you grasped his hand and made your way toward the group. Lips rubbing together to ensure the liner you’d repetitively applied in the car had fully blended into your chosen lip gloss, and soon stretching to reveal your smile of nervousness. You knew you looked nothing short of amazing, you just hoped they thought your personality was up to par as well.

The sundress you’d chosen to wear fanned out and flowed behind you with each new step you took, the clack of your heels grabbing their attention. Being a little farsighted, you could only see the physical appearances of them as you drew nearer. The closest being a beautiful blonde, adorning accessories exactly adjacent to the bangles, rings, and necklaces you wore. Your smile grew further as her chin comedically dropped.

“Oh my god, she’s hot.”

That made you let out the deepest sigh of relief.

𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩? 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚!

𝘐 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴, 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴!

"For almost 24 years, I grew up alongside the biggest club in the world - Real Madrid. Here I was taught how to win and lose. Fight and suffer. But above all, live life with the word that defines me as a person and a footballer: determination. With this determination, I defended this badge every second of my life, on and off the pitch. Today I can say with pride and passion that this club means everything to me. Of course also for my family. I have been driving practically the same road to training and matches for 24 years. Whenever I left the house, I thought it was like I wasn't leaving because I was going to my second home. To my second family …" "Mom, dad… It's all thanks to you. You made great effort and sacrifice for me and my brother Álex, who also achieved a great sports career. I would also like to thank my younger sister Maite, who traveled with me here and to the old center so many times so that we could show up for training. Thank you alkl for creating a strong family. And you, grandma. You're a role model for me for life." "I thank my wife Maria, the best person I have ever met in my life and who suffered so often in bad moments of my career. Without her, none of this would be possible. Thank you for taking care of me. And show me understanding. But most of all, thank you for creating this big family that we are. On this long and intense road, you never let go of my hand." "Alejandro, Nacho, Guille and Lola - you are a real team. And don't worry, Real Madrid will always be our home and our team. I've told you this many times. I am very proud of you, you are my champions. I love you very much." "I would also like to thank my friends and the rest of my family, because I could count on your unconditional support at all times. From now on we will support our Real Madrid together." "Finally, I ask you one thing: remember me as canterano who gave his all for his club. Every day, at every moment and in every place. From now on, I will scream after every success, goal and title of this amazing family. Hala Madrid!"

: ̗̀➛ toxic relationship with Rafe Cameron .

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accepting it- c.leclerc

summary: charles has been a bit too distant during your pregnancy, and what max said about his own child brought some ugly truths to the surface, hurting you in the process. charles realises his mistake, but it's just too late for you to believe him.

pairing: husband! charles leclerc x fem! pregnant! wife! reader

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The quiet unlocking of the door was what had woken you, Charles was sure of it. He hadn’t wanted to, mostly because he knew he’d say something stupid and piss you off. He wouldn’t mean to, but he would. That’s what the start of the season was, that’s what becoming a father was, that’s what the stress did to him. 

“Hey handsome,” you smiled sleepily from the coach, all bundled up in blankets as some random Netflix series played on the screen. 

“Hey beautiful,” he exhaled harshly, then turned to you, (fake) smiling. “You alright?”

You nodded. “Just tired,” you yawned. “Want to head to bed?”

He nodded with a groan. “Yes, please.” 

He helped you up off the couch and it hit him how close you were to giving birth. You were in the third trimester, heavily pregnant with a slightly complicated pregnancy. He grimaced when he saw you grabbing your back in pain. 

“Alright?” he asked as you winced. 

You took a deep breath and continued on to your bedroom. “Fine,” you said through gritted teeth, the pain easing. 

He led you over to your side of the bed and helped you lie down. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and turned out the lights, ready to sink into his side of the bed after his exhausting day. 

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He woke up to the sound of vomiting. It wasn’t usual to hear, but it had gotten less frequent as the pregnancy went on. “You alright baby?” he called out. 

His question was met with more vomiting. He huffed as he pulled himself out of bed and walked to the bathroom, looking at you hunched over the toilet. He frowned and knelt beside you, holding your hair. After another few minutes the vomiting stopped and you looked up at him, exhausted and sick. 

“Feels any better?” he asked. You shook your head and he frowned again, pulling you into his chest. He smoothed a hand through your hair as you leant against him, trying to calm yourself down. “It’s alright,” he soothed. “You’re alright.” 

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Brunch was going to be hell on earth for both of you, but you still both dressed up and got in the car, pretending to be excited about the family luncheon. 

“Can you believe Max said he wouldn’t miss a race for the birth of his baby?” you scoffed, scrolling through your phone as Charles drove to his mother’s house. “Poor Kelly.”

Charles gulped beside you. He’d been dreading this conversation for weeks, unsure when to have it. It’s not that he didn’t want to be there for the birth of his child, he did, badly, but he couldn’t throw away championship points for anything. He’d make an exception if it was a sprint race, but other than that… he couldn’t chance it. “Well, he has a good reason to,” he shrugged nervously. 

You turned your head to him, shock painting your features. “Are you joking right now?” 

Charles shrugged. “Not really. He’s the World Champion and he needs to stay on top this year, especially if it’s his last year, which he’s thinking it might be. I understand where he’s coming from.”

You were both quiet for a minute, taking in what he’d said. 

“So what about us?” you asked in a small voice. 

“You’re due on a non-race week,” he shrugged. “We just hope she doesn’t come earlier than that.” 

He didn’t dare look over at you, scared of what he might see. He knew this was selfish, but he couldn’t piss away his chance at being champion, not when he’d worked his entire life for it, not when his parents, family, and friends gave up so much.  

“Oh,” you breathed out, trying to stop yourself from crying. “Alright then.” 

The rest of the car ride was silent, you watched the streets of Monaco whip by you as Charles drove up to his mother’s house, and you thought. Thought about giving birth alone. Thought about how Charles had promised you he’d be there. Thought about how shitty it felt to be second to his job. You wiped your unshed tears away before you walked inside.

When you walked inside, Pascale instantly knew something was wrong. Charlotte immediately took you away to chat together, and Lorenzo was too busy giving out to Arthur about breaking up with Jade to notice, but Pascale noticed. She saw the way Charles watched you from across the room, trying desperately to catch your eye, to gauge your reaction, something. 

She pulled him aside. “What’s wrong?” 

He sighed. “Maman, it’s nothing-”

“What did you say to your wife?” he demanded. He looked down, ashamed. He knew he was in the wrong, but he still felt justified, though that justification was slowly dwindling. 

“We were talking about how Max wouldn’t miss a race for his baby, and I said I’d do the same,” he admitted. 

“Excuse me?” Lorenzo inserted himself in the conversation. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” 

Arthur was even looking at him in disgust, Arthur. “Charles, that’s not right-” 

“You don’t get to talk, alright?” he shot at his younger brother, who quietened out of shock. “And what else am I supposed to do? Every single year in Formula One I feel the championship falling away from me! Y/n understands-”

“She shouldn’t have to,” Pascale interjected. “Do you want that little girl? The one your wife has been carrying without complaint for 8 months?” 

Charles nodded vigorously. “Of course I do-!” 

“So you should be there for the woman who’s carrying her! She has been pregnant basically on her own for the past 8 months, either you were racing, or training, or enjoying your break - which meant doing extreme sports that she cannot do! That woman loves you too much to see how you’ve been treating her, and it’s sad, Charles. She does everything for you, and you’re even entertaining the idea of not being there for her while she goes through possibly one of the most painful experiences of her life? Are you insane?” she argued, shocked at her own son's selfishness. “If you cannot see that the woman you love is more important than a race win, you should really just let Y/n go and find a man that actually loves her. Not one who is more focused on his personal goals than the goals of his family. Your father and I raised you to be a racer, yes, but first and foremost we raised you to be a good person. And being a good person means being a good husband and father to your family, which is just starting.” 

Charles stood there for a moment in silence, ashamed of his behaviour. “You’re right.” 

“I know I am,” she scoffed. “Go make it right with Y/n, now.” 

Charles scurried off to find you in the garden with Charlotte, she had her arms around you as you explained everything that had happened, how distant Charles had been, what he’d said about the birth, everything. Charlotte sent him a particularly withering look as he stepped out into the sun, and he knew he deserved it. 

“Can I talk to my wife?” he asked, standing behind you. 

“She’s busy right now Charles,” Charlotte scoffed. “I’m just trying to calm her down from crying. Come back later.” 

His heart broke slightly, he knew you’d been taking the burden of the baby a lot more than he had (obviously), and he thought he was being gracious by not bringing it up. He thought he was doing the right thing by giving you space, but he was just subconsciously trying to ignore the fact that his life was going to change drastically and that he was scared. Still, he never thought he’d be the one to make you cry. 

“Please,” he begged. 

You gave Charlotte a nod, and she smiled at you sadly, then left you to talk. He took the seat she had been sitting in and placed a hand on your thigh. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I’m ruining the whole day.” 

His heart actually broke then. He was being a dick, he was in the wrong, and you were apologising. What the actual fuck? He shook his head, squeezing your thigh. “No. If anyone ruined today, it was me. My selfishness has been ruining this entire pregnancy for you,” he admitted. “And I’m sorry.” 

You stared up at him in shock. 

“You’ve been doing this on your own since day one, and that’s my personal failing. I’m sorry that I was so… distant. I was busy getting in my own head about my career, when the most important thing was right in front of me. I’m sorry, and I hope you’ll forgive me,” he took your hand and squeezed, looking at the ground. 

“Charles, I know what I signed up for when I married you,” you admitted, dropping his hand. “I know you’re ambitious, I know you want to win, and I know you won’t stop until you’re the best. Sometimes it just… gets to me that I’m not enough for you, that our family isn’t enough for you. It’s just… hard sometimes, alright? And if I’m being honest this is a bit too much too late. I know my place in your life, and I’ve accepted it. I just hope you prioritise our daughter more than you prioritise me,” you tearfully explained before getting up and going back inside. 

Was that really the standard he’d set for the love of his life? Surely not?  He had to fix this, and quick.

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