Birthday Wishes
A/N: Sorry for the delay on my post my loves!! Enjoy, Amia xxx
Pairing: pre David Rossi x plus-size!Reader
Summary:
T/W: plus-size reader, alluding to a cheating fiancè, neglectful relationship, your fiancè is a dick, age gap, Dave is a lover, but also a fighter
You really, really hated your birthday.
Well. No. You didn't. You hated feeling ignored by your fiancée, Jamie. If you were honest, that was happening more often than not lately. Your fiancé of a year and a half had been pushing you further and further away. Disappearing to random parties and gatherings of the 'Art Community' that a novelist, like himself, was a part of.
Even now, in crappy skinny jeans, a plaid button up and that stupid hipster grey beanie, he was sat in the booth your team usually occupied, ignoring your friends and coworkers, choosing to text on his phone instead. You didn't have to think too hard to know who he was texting...
Choosing instead to dance with JJ, Emily and Penelope, you let your tight red dress ride up slightly, trying to catch his attention... or well, honestly, maybe someone else's attention. You knew this dress hugged your curves perfectly and you were hoping Jamie was going to notice.
Back in the booth, Dave's hand gripped his whiskey glass tight, his knuckles turning white from the force. His gaze was no longer on Aaron or Morgan, who were discussing something or other. He didn't quite know. He was too focused on you. And that pathetic waste of a man sitting opposite him, too busy texting to notice his stunning fiancée dancing mere meters away. Rossi's eyes widen as he watches your hips circle, your curvaceous ass grinding against Emily's hips while she jokingly spanks you.
"YEAH, BABY!!" JJ shrieks, her arms in the air as her and Penelope cheer you both on. Will and Spencer stand to the side of you all: Will - amused, Spencer - horrified. Spencer stood nursing a sparkling water and Will was on his second beer, like Derek was.
You all are sing-screaming along to the song playing over the speakers, knowing all the words like your own names. Rossi could barely stand it. You looked incredible. He loved the way your tummy stuck out of your dress, the chubbiness of your cheeks. The way your dress clung to your heavy breasts and soft thighs. He was a simple man with simple needs. Especially as he watched you and JJ climb the bar and began to dance to the next song. Growing up in a small town, like JJ and you had done, had bonded you two instantly.
"There's a place downtown where the freaks all come around. It's a hole in the wall, it's a dirty free-for-all, And they turn me on when they take it off. When they take it off,"
"Everybody take it off!" You called out, giggling to yourself. Dave's eyes wandered over your plush thighs as you and JJ danced together, your dress sliding up higher, giving him the faintest display of your black lacy panties. His breath caught slightly, his pants suddenly feeling tighter. Yet his view was destroyed almost instantly when he heard your fiancé's nasty voice from opposite him.
"Babe. Get down. Don't bust the bar." 9 pairs of eyes turned to face him, ranging from furious on most of them, to shock on others, to bored on your own. You knew you were chubby, infact Jamie had told you on multiple occasions that he loved it. But when he made shitty comments like that, you were about 5 seconds from ripping out his stupid hair plugs. Unfortunately, you were better than that, so you always stopped yourself before the rage took over.
This time you agreed with a short "Fine.", hopping down from the bar with JJ, waving off the girls as they tried to comfort you. Instead you headed to your fiancé, trying to grab his hand, "Come dance with me..." You pleaded, knowing it was futile, but you hoped nonetheless. You tried everything, even pushing your boobs against his bicep in an attempt to convince him.
"Nah, babe... I've gotta head out." You fought the urge to roll your eyes as he gave a crappy excuse about another party for young novelists like him, "You know the game, I've gotta at least make an appearance there before anyone gets too drunk to even remember me." Not even an apology. Not lately at least. You used to get an apology, a kiss and flowers then next day. But now? Nothing. An excuse and a 'don't stay up'. That was all you were worth now.
"I didn't know you had to go so soon. I thought we'd have tonight…" You pulled a face at him but sighed, his hand still in yours. He cuts you off, no remorse on his face as he shoves his phone into his pocket, not bothering to leave any money to cover his drinks.
"Actually, no. I won't be home tonight." He kisses your forehead before dropping your hand. He turns to leave and you can't help yourself. He didn't even wish you a happy birthday. You were done with his crap.
"You know what makes me crazy? I'm sorry, but-" You start, blocking his exit, making him face you. The team stood around awkwardly, watching the interaction. Morgan and Hotch had stood, ready to intervene of needed. Rossi still held on tight to his whiskey glass, watching with narrowed eyes. JJ tucked herself into Will's side as Spencer moved to Emily and Penelope, who had unknowingly began to clutch each other's arms. Pretending not to notice, you continue as tears well up in your eyes, "The fact that we could be together, sharing our time. And you are gonna choose someone else to be with—"
He begins to argue back, trying to dimiss you, "No, I'm not. That's not fair-"
"No, you are. Yes, Jamie! That's exactly what you're doing: You could be here with me." You've attracted a crowd now, no doubt it looks strange to outsiders. You, in a fancy dress, birthday sash on, yelling at your underdressed fiancè. "Or be there with them. And as usual, guess which you pick?!"
"No, you're not hearing me. I have to go to this party. It's my career, babe. You know this!" Jamie stomped his foot like a petulant child, fueling your rage even more.
"No, Jamie, you do not have to go to another party with the same twenty jerks you already know! You could stay with your girl on her fucking birthday. And you could, God forbid, even talk to my friends!" You spat venomously, "And I know in your soul it must drive you crazy, that you won't get to play with your little girlfriends!"
He tries to cut you off, cursing about you being crazy. David's face flashed with fury at the thought of Jamie cheating on you. Will, Hotch and Morgan's faces all darken at the same thought. Spencer's lips come to a pinched look and Emily and JJ stare shocked at us. Penelope let's out a tiny, heartbroken 'oh.' "You're being crazy."
"No I'm not, no I'm not!" You bit back, "And the point is, Jamie, that you can't spend a single day, that's not about you and you and nothing but you. Marvellous novelist, you!" You turn to your team, your voice dripping with sarcasm as you hold your hands out to Jamie, applauding him, "Isn't he wonderful, just 28! The savior of writing!" As he tries to talk his way out of it all, his hands trying to reach for yours.
"You. And you. And nothing but you. Miles and piles of you, pushing through windows. And bursting through walls en route to your stardom! And I-?" Your voice breaks as your teary eyes flicker to your team's - your family's.
Morgan and Spencer, like brothers to you, always ready to cheer you up with a laugh when he made you cry. JJ, Penelope and Emily, the bestest friends you could have ever asked for, picking you up when he let you fall. Hotch, a generally stoic man, always ready to lend you advice on wedding preparations and even marriage advice too. And David.... the man you wish you had met first.
"I swear to God I'll never understand: How you can stand there, straight and tall... And see I'm crying... And not do anything at all…" You were done. Slipping your ring off, you pushed it into Jamie's hand before turning away.
He tried to reach for you but Morgan stopped him, "I think it's time for you to go man. Wouldn't wanna be late for your party."
He glared at Morgan but knew better than to argue with the burly agent, especially in a room full of drunk FBI agents. He looked at you, his eyes pleading, "Please, babe..." He whispered, his voice full of desperation, "We can talk about this later. Just let me go to this one thing. I'll make it up to you. I promise..."
Dave watched the scene unfold, his jaw clenching tightly as he took a swig of his whiskey. He knew that look in Jamie's eyes, the look of a man who didn't understand the gravity of his own actions. But David couldn't even begin to feel any empathy for him. He stepped forward, placing a firm hand on Jamie's shoulder. "Go. Give her some space."
Ignoring the warning in David's voice, Jamie's eyes narrowed as he turn towards Rossi, his hands balling into fists. "Don't tell me what to do. She is my fiancée!" His voice was a mix of anger and desperation, the alcohol loosening his inhibitions. "If you think you can just waltz in here and take her from me-"
Intervening swiftly, Hotch steps between the two men, his eyes cold and firm. "That's enough, Jamie. No one is taking her. She made her decision. Go home."
Jamie's eyes darted between you and David, his emotions a storm inside. His drink had made him bold, but the room full of stern-faced agents had him rethinking his entire relationship.
He knew he was outmatched and out of his element. With a huff, he shoves past Morgan, his eyes never leaving yours, filled with a mix of anger and desperation. "Fine," he spits, the ring you had just placed in his hand still clutched in his fist. He takes a step back, his mind swirling. He then swings wildly at David, his fist connecting with the older man's hand. Despite his age, Dave could still move quickly and had alot of strength behind him.
Rossi's eyes flicker with a hint of surprise at the sudden assault, but he doesn't flinch. His hand shoots out, catching Jamie's fist mid-air, the sound echoing through the now silent room. He squeezes firmly, just shy of causing Jamie pain, "Watch yourself, kid." He says calmly, his voice a stark contrast to Jamie's heated tone. "Go home."
Jamie's face reddens as he struggles against Rossi's iron grip. He tries to yank his hand away, but to no avail. His eyes dart around the room, searching for any sign of support, but finds none. The reality of his situation sinks in and his shoulders slump. He yanks his hand away, the ring still in his palm. Like always, without an apology or an attempt at amends, he stalked out of the bar, disappearing into the darkness outside.
The room feels eerily quiet as Jamie's footsteps fade into the distance. You stand there, frozen, with the weight of his words and his absence pressing heavily on your shoulders. The team, your friends, they all hover around awkwardly, unsure of what to say or do. But you only have eyes for Dave. "Thank you."
You let out a shakey breath, gripping on Hotch's arm for stability as your legs felt as though they were being swept out from under you. You couldn't believe you just did that.
Although you would change a thing, as your eye meets Dave's soft ones. The approval and admiration evident in them.
Maybe just maybe... this gave you the push you needed to go for the man you had been falling for gently all these years. It was almost like falling asleep... slow at first, a small tickle before it grew and grew and suddenly pulled you under, all consuming.
And now? You were done for.
That was for sure.