#jamesaubreyxreader

Pairing(james aubrey x female reader)

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You weren’t sure how you ended up here — sitting in James Aubrey’s car at nearly midnight, parked outside a 24-hour diner. The case had wrapped hours ago, but instead of going home, Aubrey had nudged you with his elbow and said, “Wanna grab a bite?”

You didn’t have the heart to say no. Or maybe you just didn’t want to.

“So,” Aubrey said, tapping the steering wheel, “best late-night snack: pancakes or fries?”

You squinted at him. “Why not both?”

His eyes widened. “You’re a genius.”

The two of you slid into a red vinyl booth, the overhead lights humming softly. Aubrey immediately ordered pancakes, fries, and a milkshake to split. The waitress barely blinked.

As you waited, you rested your chin in your hand, watching him ramble about the latest horror movie he’d seen. His eyes lit up when he talked, like he got excited about the smallest things. It was… endearing.

“So,” he said, taking a sip of water, “you gonna tell me what’s on your mind?”

You blinked. “What do you mean?”

Aubrey tilted his head. “You’ve been quiet since we left the lab. Usually, you’re the one making sarcastic comments.”

You shrugged, poking at the napkin dispenser. “Just… thinking.”

He leaned forward, his voice softer. “About what?”

You hesitated. “The case, I guess. It just… it sucks sometimes.”

Aubrey nodded slowly. “Yeah. It does.” He paused, searching your face. “But you know what doesn’t suck?”

You raised an eyebrow. “What?”

He grinned. “Pancakes.”

As if on cue, the waitress slid the plates onto your table. Aubrey handed you a fork, and you couldn’t help but laugh. Somehow, he always knew how to pull you out of your head.

The two of you ate in comfortable silence, the soft clatter of silverware filling the air. Every now and then, your knees would brush under the table, and neither of you moved away.

When the plates were empty and the clock read way too late, Aubrey walked you to your car. You leaned against the door, watching him fidget with his keys.

“Thanks for tonight,” you said softly.

He looked up, eyes warm. “Anytime.”

You hesitated for a moment. Then, before you could overthink it, you leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

Aubrey blinked, face going red. “Uh… wow. Okay.” He chuckled nervously. “Next time, I’m buying dessert.”

You smiled, sliding into your car. “It’s a date.”

As you drove off, you caught a glimpse of him in your rearview mirror — standing there, still stunned, and grinning like an idiot.

Maybe late-night cravings weren’t so bad after all.

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 ݈݇— pairings: James Aubrey x reader

݈݇— authors note: I’ve been super busy so here’s a scrap from my notes, and this isn’t proof read so any mistakes I’m sorry!

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You went on a stakeout with Agent Aubrey. Rain tapping against the unmarked FBI SUV. The suspect in question’s apartment building loom across the street and was definitely not empty as dispatch claimed. You checked your weapon again out of habit. “That’s the fourth time you’ve checked your weapon.” Aubrey noticed immediately. “And?” you asked, without looking at him. “And statistically” he adjusted his jacket. “you’re overthinking or some things are about to go very wrong.” He responds. Your phone buzzed. Booth was confirming backup was still 10 minutes out so you reached for the door handle but he stopped you. “wait” “if he bolts, we’ll lose him” you say “if we rush in and it’s a trap we’re goners.” He countered. a light flickered on in the apartment window, “sorry I’m not waiting, but I’ll keep you safe James .” You handcuffed him to the steering wheel and stole his handcuffs before stepping out. “Y/l/n Wait” “I’ll be careful” You enter the building slowly. The suspect was rushing out the door. “stop FBI” You point your weapon. He charges at you and you cover your face as you wait for impact, but nothing happens besides a body hitting the floor. You uncover your face to reveal Aubrey with a taser and a glare on his face. “Next time I tell you to wait, you wait understand?” He drops the taser. “How-“ “I keep a spare key in the car just in case” he admits. “Well uhm thanks for the rescuing” You got on your tippy toes and kissed his cheek. “Anytime” he slightly blushed before the team came in and arrested the suspect. “So want to catch dinner?” He asked. “As a celebratory dinner or a date?” You raised an eyebrow. “Will you agree to the second option?” He questioned. “Of course I’d love to” you smile.

John boyd x reader

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You sat on the couch, a warm mug of tea cradled in your hands. The soft flicker of the TV was just background noise as your mind wandered back over the years. Thirteen years. It felt like a lifetime in the best way possible. You and John had been through so much together—cases, late nights, moments of joy, moments of struggle—but through it all, you'd always had each other.

The sound of the front door opening pulled you from your thoughts. “I’m home!” John’s voice echoed through the house, as lighthearted and familiar as ever.

“Welcome back,” you called from the couch, the smile tugging at your lips before you even saw him.

He appeared in the doorway, his jacket hanging off his arm, a tired but content expression on his face. The exhaustion of the day was written on his features, but when his eyes met yours, the weight seemed to lift.

“Hey, [Y/N],” he said, walking over to you with a relaxed grin. He bent down to press a kiss to your forehead. “Thirteen years, huh?” He took a seat beside you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders.

You leaned into him, the warmth of his touch a comfort you had grown so accustomed to. “Thirteen years. Time really does fly,” you murmured.

John chuckled softly, brushing his hand through his hair. “We’ve been through a lot in that time, haven’t we?”

You nodded, your gaze softening as you thought back to the beginnings of your relationship. From the late-night talks, to the long days at the lab, to the quiet moments like this one. It wasn’t always easy, but you never doubted that you were meant to be together. “We have. But somehow, we always seem to make it through.”

John sighed, resting his head against the back of the couch. “It’s funny, isn’t it? Thirteen years together, and we’ve survived some pretty crazy stuff. But somehow, we’re still here, still going strong.”

You smiled, your fingers lightly tracing the lines of his hand. “Somehow, we’ve always had each other. And that’s all that matters.”

John looked at you, his expression serious now, though the warmth never left his eyes. “I wouldn’t want anyone else, [Y/N]. Not for all the cases in the world, not for all the time I’ve spent chasing down answers. You’re the best part of my life. The one constant. Thirteen years… it’s nothing compared to what I want with you.”

Your heart swelled, a wave of affection crashing over you. Thirteen years of marriage, of shared life, of growing together. You had been through so much, but in that moment, everything felt just right.

You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Here’s to thirteen more years,” you whispered against his mouth.

John smiled, his arms pulling you closer. “Here’s to forever.”

(James Aubrey x Reader)

The building was silent, and you hated it. You preferred the noise of the world — the bustle of traffic, people talking, the usual chaos of your daily life. But tonight, the quiet was suffocating, especially with the investigation hanging over your head.

It had started as a regular case, but now? Now, it felt personal. You’d been following a trail of disappearances, and you were certain you were getting too close to something dark. The missing persons were connected, and they all had ties to someone you knew, someone you never thought would be involved in something like this.

You stopped in front of a door at the end of the hallway, the dim light from above casting long shadows on the floor. Aubrey’s voice had been echoing in your mind for the past few hours, telling you to be careful.

“Don’t get in too deep,” he’d said. “This could be bigger than you think.”

But you weren’t going to back down now. Not when you were so close. You’d come this far, and there was no turning back.

You pushed the door open, stepping into the dark room. Your eyes immediately landed on the person you hadn’t been expecting to see here: James Aubrey, leaning against a table, his posture casual but his expression serious.

“Aubrey,” you said quietly, your voice almost lost in the quiet of the room.

He didn’t move for a moment, but you could feel the tension radiating from him. The usual confidence you’d seen in him was gone, replaced by something darker.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, his voice low but steady.

You didn’t respond immediately. Instead, you walked past him, your eyes scanning the room. The file on the table caught your attention. You could feel the weight of it, the knowledge hidden inside. The truth that had been just out of reach.

“I don’t have time for warnings, Aubrey,” you finally replied. “I need answers. And I think you know where to find them.”

He pushed off from the table, moving closer. “This isn’t just about finding answers, is it? It’s about something more. What are you really looking for?”

Your heart pounded. He was right. You weren’t just trying to solve a case. You were trying to make sense of everything you’d been through, everything you thought you knew.

You paused, locking eyes with him. “The person behind this... It’s someone I’ve trusted. Someone I thought I knew.”

Aubrey’s expression shifted, his face hardening as he processed what you were saying. “Who?”

“I can’t say yet,” you muttered, your voice barely a whisper. “But I’m not wrong. I’ve seen the signs.”

Aubrey didn’t press further, but his silence spoke volumes. He didn’t need to hear the name. He knew what it meant to trust someone and find out they weren’t who you thought they were.

You reached for the file, hands trembling slightly as you opened it. The names inside — they were familiar, far too familiar. People you knew, people you thought were innocent. But the connections ran deeper than you expected.

Aubrey stepped up beside you, leaning in to glance at the file. “This doesn’t make sense,” he muttered. “Why would they be involved?”

You couldn’t answer. You were too deep in your own thoughts, your mind racing through possibilities. But one thing was clear: someone you knew had orchestrated all of this.

You slammed the file shut, a knot forming in your stomach. “I can’t go back now. I’ve come too far.”

Aubrey placed a hand on your shoulder, his grip firm but not overbearing. “I’m not going to let you go through this alone.”

You looked at him, unsure of how to respond. You’d always kept things to yourself, shutting people out when you thought you could handle it. But with Aubrey standing there, his unwavering support made something shift inside you. Maybe you weren’t as alone as you thought.

“What happens now?” you asked, voice quiet.

“Now?” Aubrey’s eyes darkened as he stepped back. “Now we find out the truth, no matter where it leads. But you’re not doing it alone, okay?”

Pairing:james aubrey x reader

James always kept little secrets from you — nothing bad, nothing worth arguing over.

Just small things, like how many donuts he actually ate on the way home, or how he definitely watched that cheesy sci-fi movie you loved before pretending to "hate-watch" it with you.

You figured he was just like that. Full of surprises.

But you weren’t expecting this one.

It started when you lost your phone somewhere between the couch cushions. You reached in, digging through pens, spare change, a pack of gum — and found a notebook.

Old, leather-bound, the corners frayed like it had been handled a thousand times.

Curious, you flipped it open.

And froze.

The handwriting was unmistakably James — a little messy, a little rushed, but warm somehow, like he was trying to capture things before they slipped away.

It wasn’t case notes or grocery lists.

It was a story.

Your story.

There were no names, but the descriptions were too vivid to be anyone else.

The way you insisted on doing the dishes even when he offered.

The way you scrunched your nose when you laughed too hard.

The night you fell asleep on his shoulder during a stakeout.

The morning he realized he was in love with you.

You turned page after page, heart hammering harder with each word, until you heard the front door open.

"Hey, babe," James called casually, kicking his shoes off. "I got Thai. Hope you’re in the mood for—"

He stopped mid-sentence when he saw the notebook in your hands.

The color drained from his face.

"You… found that," he said slowly, setting the takeout on the table like it might break.

You could tell he wanted to run. Or hide. Or rewind time and shove the notebook deeper into the couch.

"I did," you said softly, still cradling the notebook like it was something precious.

Because it was.

James scrubbed a hand down his face, looking everywhere but at you.

"I wasn’t—I mean, I didn’t think you’d—" He blew out a breath. "It’s stupid. Just something I do when I can’t sleep."

"It’s not stupid," you said.

Your voice cracked a little, and you hated how emotional you sounded, but you couldn’t help it.

"James, this is beautiful."

Finally, finally, he looked at you.

The guarded look in his eyes slowly melted into something raw and honest.

"I just wanted to remember everything," he said quietly. "In case someday I didn’t know how to say it out loud."

You crossed the room without thinking, the notebook still in your hand.

When you reached him, you stood on your toes and pressed your forehead against his.

"You say it just fine," you whispered.

James pulled you into his arms like he never wanted to let go.

Maybe he wouldn’t have to.