Paola Betancourt

Rafael Barba/Spencer Reid/James Wilson ADDICTED!

[paobetan]

hiii I was wondering if you would be up to write jealous!wilson x reader where reader had been teasing him all day around the office….

Responding to this request... went a little sideways...

It works IF you think of this as a POST-AMBER fic haha

Warnings: Slightly agressive Wilson... I KNOW! SHOCKED TOO!

Pairing: James Wilson X Reader

I never thought of myself as the prettiest to walk on earth, but I was lucky enough to marry a guy who thought I was... or so I thought... 

Being a lawyer, you definitely develop a sense of security, you walked with your head held high, well-tailored suits and impeccable hair and accessories, you loved that about yourself, almost as much as you loved being a lawyer and you secretly knew that was what made James fall in love with you. 

Anyway, I was at the hospital on a consult basis with Cuddy, a case that made her pull the hairs out of her head... yeah... this had House written all over it, you agreed to help since you knew specially how difficult of a person he could turn when not getting what he wanted. 

You walk to the reception and to your surprise a male nurse was there. 

MN: Good morning beautiful 

Y/N: (a little awkward smile) hello, hi, I have an appointment with Doctor Cuddy right about now (you looked at your watch) 

MN: what´s the rush baby? We can talk... 

Y/N: Not that is any of your business but I´m married (flashing your ring at him) 

MN: Doesn´t really matter babes, we can still talk, he won´t find out... won´t tell if you don´t... 

Y/N: (visibly uncomfortable) Please stop (assertive voice) really stop 

MN: I´ll try later babes (while Cuddy opens the door to her door calling her in) 

Y/N: Coming Lisa 

The meeting went as usual, House defending himself (of course), you trying to listen (and also care) but you couldn´t get that interaction out of your head, you were biting your pen when there was a knock on your door, you hear Lisa say an absentminded “come in” and James walking in with anger in this eyes, that one vein popping out from his forehead. 

JW: Y/N, a word please, now 

Y/N: I´m sorry I can´t attend to you right now, I´m in the middle of a meeting, I´ll come by after 

GH: Someone´s in trouble... and it´s not me... a real shocker... 

LC: Shut up House, James it´ll only be a few more minutes, you can wait outside (in a calming but reassuring voice) 

JW: Not really (he walks to you and tried to grab your arm; you move it and look at him in disbelief)  

LC: James, out, now (defending you) 

JW: I´m going to be on the other side of this door and the minute you´re out... 

Y/N: James, stop it, I don´t what this is all about but you´re seriously disturbing me 

JW: I´ll be waiting  

James leaves the room and you can clearly see him walk to the male nurse you recently talked to 

Y/N: Oh fuck... 

Both Lisa and House turn to see him move, not knowing what was about to happen, they were about to resume the meeting when they see James take a swing at the male nurse, you run the door, swing it open and fast walk towards the interaction happening 

Y/N: James, stop, let´s go, let´s go to your office, now 

James stumbles when you pull his arm but finally walks next to you. 

You both finally make it to his office, and it took all within yourself not to scream and try to keep composure for the both of you, you closed the door and he sits down on his chair, huffing in the process... 

Y/N: Care to explain yourself, doctor?  

JW: I saw him, how the talked to you, he touched you, Damn I could almost smell the testosterone coming out his pores, I want him gone, I´ll ask Cuddy to fire him immediately 

Y/N: Not again... please... James... you can´t keep doing this. If it helps, he never touched me, we were just talking, besides I don´t need to justify myself to you... Never had, never will. Please, you have to stop, we can´t keep living like this... I can´t keep living like this  

 JW: (Screaming) I was... (Whispering) I was just trying to protect you... 

Y/N: That´s not the way, besides, I can take care of myself, always have, always will James, look I´m tired, and you´re still hipped up, we need to have this conversation calm, at home, no yelling, no fighting, we need to reach an agreement... otherwise... 

JW: Please, don´t say it, I know I´ve been on the wrong but I love you 

Y/N: I know, I love you too, but this is wearing me out, it must be doing the same to you... (you reach to sit on his lap, caressing his hair, kissing his cheek) ... please... 

JW: We can talk more at home, I´m sure you have bigger things to attend to other that your crazy husband (little chuckle) 

Y/N: Just remember I will always choose you; we just need to rearrange some things around in order to not go through life punching people just because they talk to me, mkay?  (soft kiss on the lips) 

JW: (Tired voice) mkay, (against your lips), guess I´m in trouble with Cuddy now, should go over there and apologize... Don´t really want to though... (tiny spank on your bum to make you stand up) 

Y/N: Come on, I´ll walk you... 

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[paobetan]

can u make a fan fiction where Dr Wilson has a 17 year old daughter who is trad goth and while Wilson is at work sitting in his office talking to house theres a, knock on the door and then his daughter walks in in full goth wearing a, long black dress with flowy sleeves, corset, pale face with black eyeliner and patterns, belts, necklaces, dark red nails and house raising a eyebrow saying "morgue is down the stairs..." And Wilsons daughter laughing before looking at wilson saying "dad.. Have some extra money im going out tonight..." And wilson giving her a nod and getting out some money and then his daughter leaving, and house turning to wilson saying "knew she always strange.." And wilson sighing

Answering to this request... Loved writting this! So much fun!

ENJOY!

No warnings!

Being able to rest as a doctor is challenging to say the least, today I finally found a single minute to go to my office and take a seat, it was not that I was sad over a patience or anything, it was more on the “I have been awake for more that 24 hours straight please let me sleep” side. 

I sheepishly opened my office door, dragging my feet, barely making it to my chair, I let out a sigh as soon as my buttocks touched the so longingly missed chair, I layed my head and closed my eyes when suddenly I heard my door fly open and a rambling House almost screaming about how we´re all idiots. 

House immediately went to lay back on my couch.... 

JW: Are we in session now? 

GH: Ha- freaking ha. Have you ever noticed how people are just idiots walking and roaming life... 

JW: (in a tired voice) sure, sure 

GH: How is that possible, it´s exhausting having to deal with these idiots, it´s so obvious, it´s right there and... 

Suddenly a shy knock on the door, the knob turning slowly and my seventeen year all daughter walks in, in goth gear and I mean full goth flare, we´re talking black dress, corset, ripped pantyhose, lace sleeves, dark straight hair, a cross necklace, a choker, fake tattoos, face piercings, heavy makeup, dark makeup, I had no idea when my little girl became this, I was not judging her nor her decision I just missed her, missed what we had, anyway I was rambling in my head yet again. 

Wilson´s daughter: Dad... 

House interrupting: DAD!? EXCUSE ME?! DAD?! When did this happen (in a mock voice) 

Wilson´s daughter: Hi uncle House. (Waves slowly towards the couch) 

JW: Yes, honey?... 

Wilson´s daughter: So, listen, I´m going out tonight (sigh) and mom said I already spent all my allowance money, and she won´t give me more... help me convince her pleeeeeeaaaaaaseeeee??? You know she can´t say no to you... love and all that crap 

JW: (unable to say no) Fine... 

GH: Wowowwowowow, just like that? That´s all it takes? Here, give a gazillion dollars, bet you can´t say no to me either (mockery evident) 

JW: House... (warning-tired voice) 

Wilson´s daughter: Daddy please... 

GH: If I call you daddy, would you budge? 

JW: too tired for this (whispering). (Pulling his wallet out) how much munchkin (I call her munchkin out of love). 

Wilson´s daughter: I bet a hundred would be fine... 

JW: don´t be smart... (whispering) that´s how your mother got me to love her... 

Wilson´s daughter: (walks to Wilson and kisses his cheek) Thanks dad, don´t wait up... (she walks to the door and exits. 

GH: I knew we should have baptized her when we had the chance (fake crying) 

JW: Oh! Can it House. 

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LOST

PART III

Last part!!!!!

Sorry it took me so long, I wanted to give it the ending it deserved!

Warnings: No warnings!

Pairing: Spencer Reid X Reader

I started walking without even knowing I was doing so, I could feel the sweat dripping through my forehead, I was nervous, scratch that, I was terrified, my last experience was not good, and I was afraid neither of us was ready for this step, I´d take two steps forward and one back, unconsciously of course, when I realized it, I took a huge breath in, kind of like summoning all the braveness in the world, I kept telling myself I was ready for whatever would come, that I needed to face this, that he needed me, that I needed to fight this fight for both of us, I ran my palms through my pants in effort to collect myself and kept walking. 

The place was so quiet, almost too quiet, like nobody was allowed to laugh or something, I finally reached the door to the so-called playroom, I peeked inside and saw him. My heart stopped beating; he looked so small, like his light was lit dimmed or diminished. 

I pushed the door slightly open, like I didn't want to be discovered, I was afraid to talk, felt like if I did the echo would hunt me forever, bouncing through the walls, I walked slowly, afraid I would startle him, I sat down in front of him, and it was then and there that I could see the chess board with an ongoing game, I knew he was playing himself because of the moves he had done. 

He looked up slowly, his eyebrows furrowed, like trying to remember who I was. When he did, a slight smile crept his lips, his eyes lit up the sightliest bit, I could still see the darkness in them, but it was just a little less than the last time. 

I was stunned, couldn´t talk, I was just admiring him, I had really missed him, his touch, his rambling, his smile. 

The silence was beginning to be a little too much, so I decided to break it: 

Y/N:Hi Spence, how have you been? 

SR: I missed you 

That´s when I broke, I could feel the tears threatening to scape my eyes, he´s eyes softened at the look of tears. 

SR: Please, don´t cry, I´m sorry for everything I have caused you (I could hear his scratching voice, rough and unsecure) That´s why (sigh) even though I love you more than I could ever love anyone (he gulped) I think I need to finish this process by myself, this is not what I want, but it is what I need. 

I was processing every word, unable to speak, and then he does. 

SR: Please forgive me, I would love to tell you to wait for me, but I know it´s not fair for you, so I think it's better for now to break things off. 

I was unable to talk, or move, I felt the cold sweat on my palms and forehead, I started to stutter, trying to get the words out but unable to. 

SR: Please, please say something, anything but please... 

Y/N: I...I...I...I... Spence... I... I have to go, excuse me. 

Stumbling I got up, and ran out of there, I could feel the air coming in and out of my lungs, but no oxygen was being held inside of me. 

I finally made it to my car, I was trembling, I had no strength, I screamed, as hard as I could, finally my body gave into the feelings, the tiredness of everything I was going through, being this strong was tiring and draining my soul. I was sobbing while driving back home, flashes of my relationship flew by in my head, all the love I still felt for him, the tenderness with which he treated me, his careful caress, the smell of him after a shower, I wasn´t ready to give him up, but at the same time I had to respect his decision, but the question was drilling into my head: am I going to wait for him? Or move on?... 

These thoughts hunted me through the next weeks, I didn´t visit him anymore, the team would say he was doing better but refused to give any details. 

Months went by and I hadn´t heard from the team, all I knew was what Penelope told me, he´s out and he´s better, he´s taking it one day at the time, slowly he went back to work, nothing dangerous, desk work at first and moving back to normal. 

I tried to move on, dating was never an option, I needed time as well, so I decided to focus on work, new projects, new hobbies, I even moved apartments, too many memories linked to the previous ones. 

One day I went to a coffee shop near my new apartment, I had never gotten in, it was a small little coffee shop mixed with a bookstore, I immediately thought of him, and what do you know... I open the door and he was sitting near a window with a book (obviously) and a cup of coffee, I didn´t know if I how go and say hi, run out of there, pretend I didn´t see him. 

All these options were running in my head when I felt a presence behind me, I knew it was him because of his smell, his very specific smell, I turned around and saw him, my jaw dropped open, I didn´t know what to say, it had been a while but the feelings where still there, they never left. 

I tried to speak but couldn´t, the line was moving forward and felt the pressure to move as well, I pointed at the line... 

Y/N: Looks like it´s time to move (nervous laughter) 

SR: Come to my table when you get your coffee, okay? (almost pleading) 

Y/N: Sure. 

He left to his table; I could feel his eyes following my every move, after I ordered and got my coffee, I made my way to him... 

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[paobetan]

Part II

SPOILER: I know I said it was only part one and two but it was getting far too long so Im thinking its gonna be three parts!

Promise im already working on part three!!!!

LOST

Warning: Physical assault, drug use, whithdrawal, very angry Reid

Pairing: Spencer Reid X Reader

Consider youselves warned!

PART II 

I fell into a deep sleep, guess I was too tired to deal with the real world, had nightmares all night long, would wake up, see Penelope, ask her if we had news, waited for an answer and fall back into oblivion. 

Morning came; I still felt numb from all the information I received, Penelope never left my side, like some sort of guardian angel or a rottweiler, she told me we had somewhere to go and so I did, as I came out of the bathroom after cleaning myself up I saw him... but it wasn't him at all. 

He was being carried by Emily and Derek, his clothes were all mismatched, he looked almost unconscious, being dragged, his hair a mess, his sleeves rolled up, filled with needle marks, one shoe in one barely on his foot at all, his shirt half unbuttoned. 

Then he turned to look at me, his eyes bloodshot red, his nose red, dirty face, I furrowed my eyes trying to find the Spencer I knew but he simply wasn´t there, instead an angry demon took his soul, he was trying to fight his way out of Derek and Emily but was too weak, pale. 

My heart, soul and body left the BAU, I ran to the bathroom and threw up, it was mostly bile but still felt like it wasn´t enough, Penelope was like a helicopter mom, asking me all the time if I was okay in the bathroom when I clearly wasn´t. 

I wanted to scream, punch, throw up, pretend this wasn´t happening, wanted to run, wanted to slap Spencer, break up, hug him because he was alive, unwell but alive, my head was spinning so hard I asked Penelope to help me reach the bunkbeds again. 

Some time had passed; I asked what was going to happen to him? if I could see him? Talk to him? I had so many questions burning my throat. Penelope saw me cry, scream, shake and she stood by my side, brough food I was certain I wasn´t keeping down but still tried. Eventually Penelope went to ask if I could see Spence. 

I sat anxiously waiting for a response, palms sweating, leg bobbing, breaths short and inefficient, felt like forever but eventually Penelope walked in slowly, with sad eyes that told me everything I needed to know they weren´t letting me see him, I scoffed and walked pass Penelope, looked for either JJ or Agent Hotchner to talk to them. 

I finally saw agent Hotchner, stood in front of him like I wasn´t afraid of him (I clearly was) 

Y/N: I´m terribly sorry sir but I have to see him, now. 

AH:I´m afraid that is not possible at the moment, Dr. Reid is still going through withdrawal and can be very hurtful with his words, I do not recommend, however I can assure you miss he´s been taken care of. 

Y/N: With all due respect, sir, I need to see him, either you let me in, or I will find my way in one way or another. 

AH: I will only allow it if agent Morgan comes with you, I will not put you at risk at Dr.Reid´s state. 

Y/N: Agreed sir 

Agent Hotchner disappeared for a couple of minutes and came back with agent Morgan. They talked logistics with me, how to manage the situation and warned me that if Spence got physically aggressive, Agent Morgan would take charge. 

We made our way into a small room, I couldn´t see him, until Agent Morgan opened the door, I hesitated to walk in, I had no idea what was on the other side, I had never seen this side of him (apparently other people had), I was scared shitless to say the least, so agent Morgan walked in first. 

I could hear them talking, Spencer was kind of pleasing, to have one last fix, just one last time, he kept promising it was the last time, I took one last big girl breath and walked in. 

When I saw him, time stood still, seeing him so close it made me flinch. He was not him in any way, how he looked, spoke; it was like a ghost. 

Hi, Spence, how are you? 

SR: You did this to me, get out 

Y/N: I did what Spencer? 

SR: It´s all your fault... If you hadn't... I f you... If you could only mind your own fucking business, I was... I was fine... You... You just had to throw away my statch, I was handling it, I... I... I was fucking fine god damn it. (He threw a chair away, Agent Morgan looked at me, I started crying) 

Y/N: Who are you? 

SR: I was fine... I was fine... I was fine (we looked up at me with what I can only assume was pure hatred) 

DM: Time to go, I am not exposing you to more of whatever this is. 

SR: This? Whatever this is? This is reality, do not pretend you haven´t picked me up from a pig dive before Derek, do not pretend you haven´t drove me to the emergency room more than once, yeah, whatever this is... is real me Y/N. 

I was terrified, I could not recognize him I tried looking for him over and over again but all I saw was an overtired stranger that looked like the men I thought I loved, agent Morgan came, grabbed me by my arm and tried to push me to the door. 

SR: That´s right, run, just like everyone that doesn´t want to face the truth, you keep running you little... 

DM: HEY! (Screaming) Stop this! This is not her fault, you did this to yourself, looking for someone to blame kid... look in the God damn mirror. 

He tugged my arm firmly and directed me to the door, practically dragging me. This time, I obey him. 

Once I was out of there, tears threatened to appear. I stopped them, turned to look at Derek and said... 

Y/N: What now?  what happens to him now? I need to know what I´m getting myself into 

DM: Well, now we try rehab... again 

Y/N: AGAIN? How many times? (whispering) How many times has he been in rehab? 

Derek didn´t get a chance to respond as the rest of the team comes into the bullpen where we were. 

AH: Now, now he gets admitted into a rehabilitation facility, hopefully for the last time, already made the call, taking him there after work, didn´t want the scandal of dragging him out, now Y/N, it´s totally your decision, however, you will be given the information to where Reid will be staying for the near future, now you should go home and get some rest, as we all should. 

With that, we were all dismissed, I had no idea when I got home, was so tired i drove in autopilot, took a shower and laid in bed, couldn´t sleep, too many questions burning my mind and soul. 

A week passed by quicker than I thought it would, I already had all the info, I could go visit him if I wanted to (technically), but did I want to? What would I face? Would he be the same? Would he still blame me? Would he try and swing at me? With all this and work another week flew by without me vising him. Penelope texted me that she went to see him, tried to describe him for me but what she said seemed unreal. 

Week three and I finally put on my big girl pants and went to visit him, the drive there felt eternal, hesitated to just turn around, not visit, disappear, move out of the apartment and never see him again but I couldn´t, loved him to much. After parking I got into a severely depressing hallway, all white, not a splash of color could be found, nurses, doctors, assistants, all in scary white. 

I approached the desk and asked for him, the nurse told me he was playing chess, of course I thought, and went to the playroom slowly. 

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[paobetan]

Hi, I hope you’re doing well!!!

Could you do a Spencer x reader fic where reader helps Spencer after being kidnapped and with the dilaudid addiction

Thank you ☺️

OMG!

Took me a while, took me to places I don´t love haha

LOST

WARNINGS:

use of drugs, OD mentions, sad, real sad, also part one of two (was getting too long), faint, panic attack,

Pairing Spencer Reid x Reader

I did not sign up for this, I wanted out, I wanted out so bad, but I loved him, he meant more to me than everyone ever could, however the situation spiraled out of control I did not realize when we got to this point, I had no idea how to deal with addiction, I had never even went pass a glass of wine, so to say this surpassed me was clearly an understatement. 

It all began maybe three months ago, when I was cleaning my apartment and found needles stuffed in weird places around the house, most of them in the bathroom, some had some kind of liquid, I didn´t even ask and threw them all out, when Spencer came home after a longer case than usual I told him about the needles in a funny kind of way (or so I though), I definitely did not see Spencer´s reaction come the way it did it went something like: 

Y/N: Hey Spence, so I found some needles while cleaning, threw them away, didn´t know you needed shots honey, I could have helped. 

SR: You did what? (Whisper shouting) 

Y/N: Did you need them for something Spence? 

SR: I...I...I... I have to go 

He grabbed his satchel and went to the door, I could see his desperation, tried to stop him, ran to his side and tried to get in his way so he wouldn´t leave, but when I stared into his eyes... he wasn´t there I got so scared I took a step back and let him go. 

I kept calling him for the next several days, no response, I would tell myself he needed space, he needed to breath, a break, anything to keep me on the rails, until a week went by and I hadn´t heard from him, so very scared I called Aaron Hotchner. 

It was late at night, the kind of hour you know you won´t sleep and you just keep turning and turning trying your best to catch some sleep, so you finally grabbed your cellphone and dialed... 

Y/N: Hello, hi, mmm... I, I´m... I´m so sorry to bother you sir, I´m Y/N Spencer´s girlfriend (under her breath) or so I though, ammm, again I´m so so terribly sorry but Spencer left my house a week ago and I haven´t heard from him, I´m terribly worried ( You were almost crying at this point), has he showed up to work. 

AH: (In a deep tired voice, the kind of voice you know comes from an exhausted men) As a matter of fact, no, he has not come to the office, the did come about a week ago to ask for a leave of absence to go see his mother at her home, we have not heard from him since, maybe JJ has, just a second, I´ll go get her. 

The line goes quiet for a bit, a million thoughts crossing my mind in the minute it took JJ to hold the phone, I was in terrible fantasy land when the sound of the phone being picked up threw me back to reality like a bucket of ice. 

JJ: Hi! How are you! 

Y/N: (Sobbing hard) I can´t find him JJ, he´s gone, please tell me you know something, tell me he´s alright and I´m exaggerating like he always says I do. 

JJ: Hey, hey, calm down, talk to me, are you talking about Spence? He said he went to see his mom... 

Y/N: He´s not answering any of my calls JJ... we... we... (This is where you start crying for real) ... 

You explained everything to JJ, you didn´t know her that much, but you knew she was Spencer´s best friend, he told her everything, like the first time he told you he loved you, your first date, first kiss, just... everything... 

By the end, you could tell JJ was anxious by the sound of her breaths. 

JJ: I´m putting you on speaker so everyone can hear you, so we can find him, we will find him... I promise. 

Agent Hotchner told me to go to the BAU, grabbed some clothes, put them in a bag and headed there, while driving a lot of thoughts came to mind, I was scared for him, his team, for me, for us, God damn it I was terrified for us, I didn´t know my way into the BAU so Penelope Garcia was waiting for me by the elevator to take me up, I was so scared I think I was actively shaking, we all said our hellos and introductions (to the ones I haven´t met yet) and repeated my story to everyone, they all went really quiet, like they were holding a secret they did not want me to know, there eyes were all soft, almost pitiful, I hated that. 

Y/N: So? Come on, I won't break, tell me whatever you have to tell me, I can handle it 

JJ: It´s just...we though Spence was past it... we didn´t know he was back to it... to using 

Y/N:To What? JJ, please tell me 

Then the whole team sat down and told me a horrible tale about a case they have had about 8 months ago, how the unsub made Spencer do things he didn´t want to do, got him hocked on Dilaudid and how he had presumably went clean but clearly had not. 

I could feel the tears running down my face, but was unable to move, I was frozen, just listening, my legs wouldn´t respond, my hands felt both numb and burning at the same time, I could feel a hand trying to reach me and my shoulder flitching at the warmth, I could barely see through my blurry eyelids. 

When they finished, I tried to breath but couldn´t, the lack of oxygen made me faint, woke up on a bunk, with a severely worried Penelope Garcia next to me, my mouth was dry, my limbs felt heavy, my eyes weighted a ton, I continue to lay there, I could hear Penelope talking, I could hear the reassurance words coming out of her mouth but couldn´t register any... All I could think was where are you, Spencer Reid? 

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REQUESTS

I´M SO SORRY!

I know i´ve been late repsonding some requests but... work´s been kicking my pretty little butt! however I´m on vacation now! soooooooo... keep them coming!

[dailyniallnews]

The news reached Horan while he was watching TV in bed at home. “I just remember getting a message,” Horan says. “And I was just like, What?... I just didn’t think it was real. Someone so young, you’re not expecting to hear that they’ve passed, especially someone that you’ve just seen. I just went back from shock to sadness to anger.”

[…] Horan found himself flooded by relics of his past, seeing “lots of photos and videos and things of us growing up together. And being nostalgic about it straight away, along with fear and sadness and all the stuff that comes with grief.”

[…] After attending Payne’s funeral, where he mourned with his fellow former bandmates and Payne’s family, Horan says he “went into hiding a little bit” to grieve. It’s an ongoing process, part of which has included writing the new song “End of an Era.” The wistful lullaby opens with a simple guitar-plucking and Horan singing in a melancholy tenor: “We had it / Pure magic / Remember what it was like / Time passes / So fast and / I couldn’t tell you goodbye.” The song builds to a chorus that, lyrically, surrenders to the finality of time while musically refusing to, evolving into an angsty guitar-heavy outro that draws out the tension between reality and memory.

Niall on Liam Payne for GQ

[paobetan]

if you still take request maybe James Wilson x reader where they have to wake up in the morning but James just pulls them back in the bed to rest with him for a few more minutes?

OMG I LOVE THIS!

FAMILIARITY

James Wilson X Reader

No warnings just fluff

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Got carried away in the romance sorry not sorry!

Being married to Dr. James Wilson was difficult in many ways but being able to wake up next to him even if it happened only once in a while was heaven. 

The light snoring when he was deep asleep, his smell of either cologne after a long shift at the hospital of sweet essence of his shampoo when he had the time to shower after work, it didn't matter, you loved smelling him, feeling his soft skin filled with freckles (specially his back), his long fingers, carefully taken care of (so much so you could swear he had regular manicures), the ruffle of his hair, the sheepish smile after he opens one eye to look at you loved all of him. 

JAMES WILSON POV:  

After what felt like forever I came back home after a week away at a boring place in boring Alabama to meet boring doctors and faking what felt like a ton of smiles, I was on my way home, next to her, where I belonged, I ignored everyone during the flight, not being able to focus on anything else than being by her side, I called in advance and she said she had a surprise for me, probably dinner and couch cuddles followed by small kisses, followed by a short chase to the couch... and I was letting my imagination get the very best of me and it wasn't helping nor my anxiety nor my pants. 

As soon as we landed, I almost ran to get my luggage and sprinted home, I seriously could not wait any longer to be in her arms. I could smell the cooking from the outside of the apartment, I love many things, but her cooking was one of my favorites, just couldn´t get enough of it. I opened the door and heard her humming in the kitchen. Soon the air changed, it got thick, tension could be cut with a knife, as I approached the kitchen, I stopped hearing her humming and instead heard a little squeal coming from her lips. As soon as she saw me, she ran to my arms drooping whatever she had in hand and wrapped herself around me. 

JW: Missed you too hon 

Y/N: Oh! You have no idea! Felt like forever... 

JW: Agreed (followed by a soft kiss to her cheek and then move to kiss her softly on her cherry plum lips). 

Y/N: So, the menu for tonight´s your favorite, besides myself may I add, come, sit, eat, sorry, that came out like a dog command, I´m just nervous. 

JW: Happy to oblige  

I sat down after leaving my luggage at the door and I washed my hands, I could hear her in the kitchen serving, moving around and a smile creeped out on my lips. She came out of the kitchen with plates and glasses of wine (seemed like magic how she handled it all by herself). I could still feel her nervousness even though she tried to hide it with an equally nervous smile, she disappeared again and rose back with more food. She finally sat down and asked to know everything from my trip, even though it was as boring as it could be, she listened, attendly, carefully, asking questions, like nothing else existed but us, made me love her even more (if that was possible). 

After diner we moved to the couch with a glass of wine (just as I predicted it), we talked some more, she fell asleep listening to what I can only call an extremely boring conference explanation, so I carried her to our shared room, laid her down slowly on the mattress, looked at her for a while, just resting, so calm, so peaceful so lovingly. I caressed her temple and she hummed ever so lightly, snuggled more into the bed and I started to get ready for bed. 

I was brushing my teeth in the bathroom, only light coming into the bedroom, soft yellow light illuminating her face and body gently on the bed, suddenly I heard her loud gasp followed by a sheepish... 

Y/N: Haven't brushed my teeth 

I ran to her side because I thought something was wrong, I sat next to her and whispered... 

JW: Hon, is everything all right?  

She suddenly got up fast without looking at me and went to the bathroom, all I could hear was the faucet running, all I could do was try to hide the wide grin coming to my lips and whisper... 

JW: Well, ladies and gentlemen, this is my wife. 

She came back like she had stopped war in the middle east, took a deep breath and said: 

Y/N: Sorry, didn´t mean to startle you 

JW: It´s okay honey, come to bed to me. 

And so, she did, she snuggled next to me, her head nursed on the crook of my neck, I could feel her taking a deep breath trying to absorb as much of me as she could and just like that, she fell asleep, making everything in the world a lot better. 

I heard her alarm go off at exactly 5:30 am, she struggled to find her phone to turn it off, unsuccessfully she started to get to achieve her goal, but my arms wrapped around her waist pulling her back to me made her laugh softly. 

Y/N: James come on... 

JW: (in a rough sleepy voice) just five more minutes please (I tugged her arm and she softly fell on me and once again she laughed amused) 

Y/N: Okay... just five more minutes, my love... 

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Wilson xfem reader

Wilson by mistake triggers readers sexual trauma during sex?

I’ll try and make it fluffy though

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can i make a james wilson x fem!Reader where wilson didn't have a bunch of ex wives and had been married to y/n since there early 20s, y/n is really shabby chic and works as a vet, one day wilson comes home from work to find y/n sitting on the floor holding a box with holes poked in it looking slightly stressed and wilson being concerned and asking what is in the box revealing a tiny frail puppy that was cold and shivering and y/n saying she found him while leaving work outside, a hour later the puppy was lying on y/ns chest while drinking out a small bottle with milk while wilson watches from the kitchen smiling sheepishly

OMG I love this!

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do you make daughter!user fan fics?

How would that work? I’m open haha

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Still taking requests!!!!!

JAMES WILSON X READER

SPENCER REID X READER

RAFAEL BARBA X READER

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RAFAEL BARBA + ADDRESSING THE PRESS LAW AND ORDER: SPECIAL VICTIMS UNIT (1999 — )

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If you’re still taking requests: Spencer Reid with a partner who loves him and his rambling to death and gets extremely overprotective when someone tells him to stop and kind of hates his team for the way they treat him.

Feel free to ignore this though 💜

I live to serve my dears.

Coffee rambling

Pairing: Spencer Reid X Reader

No warnings

Word count: 589

Just fluff!!!!!

I was used to Spencer´s ramblings, I actually loved they calmed me, put me on a peaceful mental state, I so used to them that it didn´t matter if he was rambling on a late night where I had a glass of wine or at the office, the latter being more regular that I´d like to admit. 

It was one of the red days, meaning everyone had put an all nighter and coffee was running low, so the mood was clearly on the peaceful side. 

We took yet another break from pulling our brains out looking for answers for this unsub, he was definitely yanking our chain, and we were desperate to get this guy so both the world and us could rest. 

I dragged my feet to the coffee machine like it was my lifeline, when I was about to pour some on my overstained cup I realized we were out of it, with a sigh I started preparing more, my eyelids barely open when I sensed a breath co ing fro  the back of my neck... I could smell him znd more than that... I could recognize him... It was Spencer. 

SR: You know, (Spencer’s voice came from behind me, suddenly a little more awake than the rest of us), coffee machines actually fail most often because of mineral buildup. 

I glanced over my shoulder to find him leaning slightly over the counter, head tilted as he studied the machine like it was a crime scene. 

Most office buildings use hard water, he continued, (hands moving absently as he spoke). Hard water contains higher concentrations of calcium and magnesium, which gradually accumulate inside the machine’s internal tubing. Over time that buildup restricts the water flow, which forces the pump to work harder than it’s designed to. 

The machine gave a small, miserable gurgle. 

Spencer’s eyes lit up. 

SR: Which would explain that sound, actually. It’s probably the pump compensating for reduced pressure. If the heating element is still functioning then technically the machine isn’t broken, it’s just… clogged. A descaling solution could fix it in about twenty minutes. 

He paused for a second, glancing between me and the coffee maker. 

Though statistically speaking, most people don’t descale their machines nearly often enough, which shortens the lifespan by an average of— 

Even though I was so tired, I kept listening, see, I understood early on that this was his way of showing love, by sharing knowledge. I heard a very not so quiet sigh coming from the other side of the office... 

DM: Pretty boy, coffee doesn't need a dissertation on the clogging's of I don´t give a damn (loud disdain in his voice) 

Spencer was speechless, I mean we were all tired, but the hint on Derek´s voice was not nice at all and I didn´t like it 

Y/: I would actually loooooooooooove to listen to you, makes me learn a thing or two... maybe someone could learn something like I don´t know... empathy? 

Derek´s face stood still, eyes wide, unable to say a word... he mumbles 

DM: (mockingly) empathy?... (with a really screechy voice) 

Spencer attempts to hide his very bright, very red cheeks by continuing to examine the coffee maker, like a scared cat or a person that runs from problems. The tension was high Derek still unable to talk, I was staring at him expectantly with one eyebrow raised waiting for his response. 

We were interrupted by Hotch entering the office, sensing the mood was tense, all he said was: 

AH: Back to work.

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In love Wilson x oblivious reader

James is very open about being in love and reader just doesn’t pick up on it

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Here it it!

Oblivious

No warnings just fluff!

Pairing Jmaes Wilson (House M.d) x Reader (on House´s team)

I had no idea how I missed it! Hell, I was utterly oblivious on the matter I wanted to punch myself. I mean I skipped grades, was always on the top of my class, graduated early from med school, went directly to get my M.D and PhD and several specialties and was on my late twenties and yet I totally missed it. 

I was far from being socially awkward (unlike some people I know), I´ve been known to turn a few heads but I was never interested, to focused on studying and getting better (elder sibling syndrome they call it). 

It started on a weird foot, suddenly he would appear at House´s office with and extra cup of coffee, by the next time he brought it just the way I like it (one sugar, lots of milk or creamer), thought he was only being polite (even though he got the rest normal black coffee), I swear I though nothing about it. 

It escalated a little sometimes, with a muffin after a long night at the hospital, casual encounters at the cafeteria, him saying he´d take care of lunch and that “I´d get next one”, I spent way too much time with my head buried in a book so I´d blame it on that from now on.    

It became slightly weird when Foreman dropped little comments that I´d let slide not really knowing what he was talking about and diving my head into the case yet again, so no, I had no idea this was happening. 

The last drop was that one night I didn´t have my car (mechanic problems I intended to understand however no matter how many PhD´s I´d collected, I had absolutely no idea what was wrong with my car, Irony I guessed) he offered to drive me home, I immediately knew he didn´t mean any funny business, cause of course it was Dr. James Wilson we were talking about. 

The drive was quiet, yet comfortable, like we´d done this a million times before, I could sense he was a little nervous, but though it was just the heat (again being totally oblivious), he offered to walk me to my apartment and damn it was I stupid or what?, I said I didn´t want to derail him more from getting home, he murmured an awkward Oh! Okay, I waited until I got out of the car with all my stuff and drove off. 

JAMES POV: 

I did everything right... right?... Tried not to be too pushy, too insistent, to desperate, even House told me I looked like a tiny desperate (well not those words exactly but you get the gist), however it seemed to not have any effect on her, was I being too subtle?, I don't know, maybe... 

These thoughts passed through me like flashing lights, trying to figure out where I went wrong. What should I do, retreat? Who am I kidding, I won't be able to do that... Maybe I could do it kind of like a detox process? Slowly try and get her out of my system?. 

While trying to rationalize the situation I didn´t realize I got home, I was too submerged in thoughts I didnp´t hear my phone ring. 

GH: (Through the phone) You idiot, you drove her home and didn´t make a move? 

JW: (with evident surprise in his voice)  how did you?... (sighs) never mind...  

GH: So? What are you going to do? I mean you´re both idiots, but at least you´re aware of it. 

JW: (with a tired voice) I don´t know House, can we talk about it tomorrow... 

GH: (chuckling) Yeah right, like im going to just let it go, just because you asked... 

JW: Though so... so... what should I do now?... I´m actually thinking of just taking steps back until this whole feeling thing is over. 

GH: Now that would be really really stupid and you know it 

JW: So? Any alternatives. 

GH: (sighs) Look youre not supoised to know this... and you know I´m no gossip... but... (long breath and pause)... 

JW: BUT?... Spit it out already god damnit  

GH: Have you ever noticed how she smiles extra wide when you´re around? How she wears your favorite color when she knows she might see you? She actually voulenteers to run labs at night just to get a chance to see you... See? Both... idiots... 

JW: I had no idea... 

GH: No shit Sherlock... 

JW: So... so... so what should I do... 

GH: Hey I did my job... now you do yours. (he hangs up) 

I can´t sleep, I try to, but find myself unable to sustain my sleep for more than a couple of minutes, thinking of her, the possibilities, the time lost...  

The next morning... I had a plan.  

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