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luveline · 7 months

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Jade, if you don't mind, I'd love to see more of Spencer with a badass!reader who doesn't want to show much emotion bc it's a bit hard for her :)

Have a nice day<33

thank u!

cw graphic imagery + minor character death

The gunshot is loud. It's deafening. It's deja vu.

Spencer watches the body collapse in on itself with ears ringing, a pitching forward, a mess where a head used to be hitting the tiled floor. Barely a teenager, snuffed to nothing. You collapse onto your knees beside it, the sound of your knee caps connecting with the floor the only distinctive sound to his ears. He can't hear Hotch, rarely pissed, and he can't hear the sirens outside. He can't hear any of it.

Blood spray on your cheek transfers to his hand as he remembers himself, falling onto his knees beside you, gore sinking into his pants. It's hot in its pool, colder where it's painted your face, the spray metallic as he swipes it away from your eyelashes. "Are you okay?" he asks, trying to meet your eyes.

Your gaze is a thousand miles away. You won't look at him. He forces your chin up and it doesn't matter; you aren't present, no you behind your eyes.

He applies pressure to your face. Nothing cruel, enough to drag you back to the present as his thumb sets about stroking a soft line, the only softness he can offer right now. "Are you okay?" he asks again. He says your name.

You barely blink.

"Take her outside, Reid," Hotch says, pointless EMTs creeping into the room. They're there to confirm death. Nothing else. "Just take her out."

Spencer hooks you under the arms and drags you up against his chest. You're rigid, dead weight, and he has to plead with you to get you moving. "Come on," he says, his arm behind your back.

Morgan sees the struggle. He has questions of his own, but all his off-kilter teasing and pet names fall on deaf ears as the two men help you outside and onto a low flower bed wall. You seem to snap back into action, then, breath suddenly quick and hands stretching out to touch your blood slick knees. You visibly fret at the staining of your palms and wipe your hands down your calves, a bundle of harsh movements.

"It's okay," Spencer says.

"Does she need a medic?" Morgan asks. He sounds angry, somehow. Spencer knows it to be a manifestation of his worry for you in your reluctant friendship.

You turn to Spencer, eyes imploring.

"No," Spencer says, "just give us a minute."

Morgan squints. A minute, he seems to agree, and not a second longer. You're quick to anger, sure, but quicker to logic, and your shock is catching everyone unprepared. You've never reacted like this. Spencer has never seen you on your knees like that.

"I'm sorry," you say, touching his thigh. Your voice is barely your own, thready and hoarse. "I tried."

"I know you tried. I know you did, you have nothing to be sorry for." Spencer's reeling himself. They haven't had a case like this in years, and it hits the same. Another bullied kid failed by the people around him, who could've hurt hundreds of people, who could've killed them, and killed you. It's complicated but remarkably simple. "He was going to hurt you."

"We could've–" You choke on something, some suggestion of a what-if.

You don't let yourself connect to people on cases. You have sympathy for victims, empathy, but you don't react like this. You're like Emily in that you compartmentalise everything you can. You've never spoken about past cases and what you might change, never even suggested to him that you think about your failings after they've happened, until now.

"I don't know what happened," you say, your voice near whining, high-pitched and logged with panic as you stare down at your legs and cover your face, as though you don't want him to see you.

You turn away from him.

"It's okay," he says. He tries to be soft but his adrenaline is coasting, his reassurance panicked. You sound like you're in pain.

"I don't know what happened," you insist, covering the back of your head with your hands as you curl in on yourself.

You don't cry. Spencer wasn't expecting you too. You just panic, tensed, turned away from him, and flinch at his attempts to touch you. "Don't. I'm fine," you force out.

"You're not fine. You don't have to be fine," he stands up and you flicker, hands pushing down harder. Spencer covers them with his own and sighs. "It's okay. It's okay." He drops to a whisper. "It's okay, you're okay."

You're hard to comfort, but it's not impossible. Spencer isn't stupid. He knows if this were anyone else touching you, you'd have sprung from your makeshift seat or pushed them away, but he's lucky in that you seem to have this tender spot for him, a sweetness that never wanes. He drifts in closer and hugs your head to his abdomen, one arm covering your hands until they fall, the other across your back.

Your job is your job, but there is nothing wrong with needing comfort after seeing something horrific. "It's okay if you don't feel how you were expecting," he says, rubbing a half-circle into your back.

"It's hard… for me. This is…"

You don't finish. It doesn't matter. Spencer paused any action to hold you, his eyes shuttering closed, dumb to any sound beside the strange shudder in your breath as you catch it. You've always had a talent for removing Spencer from his surroundings; you've looked at him and snagged him out of time. He never knew it could happen like this, though. You struggle to fall apart and Spencer doesn't know if he should hold you together or let it hurt.

Whatever you do… "I'm here," he says, rubbing your back.

You wrap your arms around his waist.

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hotchfiles · 4 months

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ❝ [BEST THING I'VE EVER SEEN] ❞

request by lovely detailing anon pairing: spencer reid x reader. summary: a date for your brother's wedding brings you more than you could ever hope for. content warnings: i think none, but feel free to tell me! very fluffy stuff ahead though. word count: 1,1k+

the first thing you told your mother when she began yapping about how you needed a date for the wedding was that she didn't need to worry, you got your girls! surely one of them would have an eligible bachelor to accompany you. you had the girls from work, two from college and even your sister-in-law could definitely help you out without the obnoxious interference of your mother.

sadly enough, as the ceremony got closer and closer the more spectacularly did the blind dates fail you. you insisted with the bau girls you did not want anyone from the bureau, emily tried with an old friend who worked in politics. completely boring and in severe need of a model trophy wife his parents approved of.

pen tried to set you up with some guy she met doing theater, he was fascinated by your job. too fascinated, like you were some character of a play that he needed to analyze, and if that wasn't bad enough, the ones you were set up by your civilian girls weren't any better, they were in fact worse. trembling the moment you told them you were an agent.

"i'm going alone, won't tell my mom that though." you finish the conversation leaving the reports from the last case on your desk. i'ts saturday morning and fortunately, you were back in time for your brother's wedding, no chance to skip it and blame it on work for this and already running back to the elevator, asking spencer to hold the doors for you.

"i can be your date, for the wedding, i mean." his voice sounds almost nonchalant, if not for a bit higher in pitch. you feel your face warm up at the idea, surely if you had enough courage in your personal life as you showed in the field, you would've asked him months before, but apparently fate was on your side.

"really? i don't want to disturb you, i—" you shake your head softly, trying to be less avoidant, you wanted him to go, he offered to go. "i would really like that, actually."

"i'm happy to. this way you're at least guaranteed someone who isn't afraid of fbi female agents." the way his shoulders shrug up and his nose moves in a soft crunch makes your heart swell. "historically bridesmaids were to dress the same as the bride to deceive evil spirits—" he's interrupted by the elevator doors opening, but you both keep the same pace as you leave the building, wanting to keep talking to each other. "though surely you won't be dressing in white, what color are you wearing should i match my tie to it?"

"that's very thoughtful, spen." too thoughtful even, you might just swoon if you don't control yourself. "it's black tie required for bridal party dates actually, is that okay?"

"i can arrange that." even if he didn't have a black tie attire at home already, which he did, spencer would rent one if he had to, he wouldn't be happy about it, but he would do whatever necessary.

his eyes glance from your dress to your fidgeting fingers a few times before speaking up. "you're nervous." he knows that's not the first thing he should be saying after seeing you all dressed up, but he can't help it.

"oh—sorry, i'm just worried about my family meeting you." you didn't even think about your choice of words, not paying attention to the way it made spencer flinch, his smile falling instantly.

"do you want me to be less... me? i can try." eyes widened up, you shake your head quickly, hands going to his chest in what you believed was a comforting manner.

"i want them to be less... them. you're great, perfect even. they can be kind of rude, that's all." perfect even. his smile quickly comes back to his face, placing his own hands over yours with a squeeze.

"unrelated but, you look great, perfect even." his repeating of your words makes you laugh, spinning around to show him the full look before thanking him. he looks stunning, dashing even, but you feel like the way your eyes can't look away from him for long might show him that.

you were right to be worried about your family, a bunch of drunk alpha males who didn't believe the work you did in the fbi weren't the most friendly bunch to spencer, but he had his fun responding to their jabs with knowledge and sarcasm, checking your reactions every time and always getting a laugh in response.

your mother seemed to like him though, saying you two were a great match, which you tried to deny, shrug it off since you two were just friends and you somehow knew your mom would like anyone you took as long as you didn't show up alone again to a family event.

as he held you close to dance, spinning you around and making you dizzy from all the champagne, and as his hands stopped at your hips to look at you, you wished to yourself you truly were a great match, and that he felt it as much as you, and the saw it as much your family saw it.

by the end of the night he was the one holding your heels, your bag and your scarf while calling a taxi to the venue to pick you both up. happily laying your head on his shoulder the whole way back to your apartment.

spencer had to accompany you back into your place, he wasn't about to leave you by the building's entrance or the elevator, it was only reasonable to help you all the way through.

for you, it was only reasonable to ask him to spend the night, your couch was comfortable enough especially after a whole night of dancing and walking around trying to keep up with you. it was only reasonable for him to accept it.

"hey spen..." you had gone to your bedroom to find anything comfortable for him to wear, coming back only minutes later, still dressed up. "thanks for today, i had a great time." you say handing him the pijama bottoms you thought could fit him.

"i always have a great time with you." his hands brush lightly against yours and you feel a shiver down your spine, gluing your eyes to his in hopes he felt it too.

in a second he's placing his hands on your neck, kissing you with lust of at least months of yearning, taking your breath away and making you enjoy the lack of oxygen and control. you don't even have to think about reciprocating it, no hesitance, like you have been always at the ready for it and you bite his lower lip the second he tries to pull away.

"i always have a great time with you too." you whisper waiting to have an even greater time with him, the smirk on his lips showing you he hoped for the same.

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dudeitiskarev · 11 months

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Can I still request a Aaron hotchner smut? where he got jealous of how close Reid and the character were so he acted a little harshly. This caused the character or whomever it is to ask “what is wrong why are you acting like this” and he just snaps saying something along the lines of I want you or you to be mine? Character ends up being railed!

ThNk you for the request!!! Changed it up a bit to keep him in character so I hope that’s okay!

Tags: Hotch x bau reader and Reid x reader (to jealous Hotch) love confessions; no smut but steamy elevator make-out seshhhh 🤭; jealous but also baby and insecure Hotch; canon-typical violence; a little over 1k words; not beta read.

Ps: reminder that English is not my first language so I apologize if some things don’t make sense or sound weird etc etc etc

Hotch was known for being cold and stoic. His always-furrowed brows and lips that often fell into a line were to blame.

You, that worked with him every single day, knew that wasn’t true. He was anything but cold, which made you wonder why he’s been acting like it towards you lately.

You took the chance that everyone took a coffee break and waited for them to leave the room to walk up to Hotch, who was studying the board full of pictures of the victims and an unsub yet to find.

“Is everything okay?” You stood next to him.

His eyes never left the board. “If we don’t find the unsub before midnight he—“

“I meant, you and I,” you cut him off. “Is everything okay?”

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down before he slowly looked at you. “We’re in the middle of a case, there’s no you and I while we’re on a case.” He raised his brows as he spoke. “Or after.”

What was that about?

A knot grew tight in your throat. “Or after? Did I do something to upset you?” You folded your arms over your chest.

“Yes.” He kept his voice low. “You’re unfocused.”

“Hotch—”

This was so unlike him it made your insides twist.

“Coffee’s here,” Emily walked in the room again with Spencer right behind him.

“And donuts,” Reid smiled at you. “Got your favorite.”

You gave one last glance at Hotch and approached the pretty boy with the sweets.

Sometimes you wished you didn’t see Spencer as a brother. He was cute, funny without even trying and so incredibly smart. But he was so not your type.

Hotch was your type. He was also cute, funny without even trying, and incredibly smart—in his own way, which made him your type. But he was also your boss, so maybe he was right. There was no you and him, and there never will be.

The entire day went by slowly until a lead appeared and from there, everything picked up too damn fast that you even forgot who Hotch was for a moment.

Literally.

In one moment you were tracking down the unsub and the next you were lying on the floor with blood running down your face.

“Son of a bitch!” You tried to get up but a big hand kept you in place pinning you back to the floor by your shoulder.

“Don’t move,” someone said.

“Get off me! the unsub– he—”

“Morgan’s after him. Lay down." The man now used both hands to keep you still. "We need a medic over here!”

“Let me do my job.” You tried to stand up again.

"Hey." He cupped the side of your face, trying to get you to look at him. "It's me."

You blinked a few times even though it wasn't blurry and met some furrowed brows and really pretty brown eyes.

"I—" Your mouth hung open.

"What's my name." He didn't ask. He almost ate you with his tone.

You blinked a few more times until everything was clear. Well, shit. You disobeyed his order and ended up where you were. "Hotch."

A sigh left his soul.

The paramedics took over and carried you in a gurney to the ambulance. They took care of your cut and concussion. You answered all their questions without even thinking as your attention was on Hotch only who was keeping an eye on you from afar.

He was pissed, but he wasn't going to reprimand you right there.

Or on the SUV, or back in the hotel.

He decided it was better to stay the night in Seattle and fly back to Quantico in the morning, so now you were on the longest elevator ride to your room with him next to you.

“Okay, what the hell is your problem.” You finally snap at him now that you were all alone in a small space. You were tired and annoyed about the deep cut on your eyebrow. It’ll definitely leave a scar.

“You are my problem.” He kept his chin up. “You’re reckless, too kind, you don’t see the bad in people. It’s dangerous. It’s not the first time you’ve put yourself in this situation because you thought an unsub might change his mind.”

“This is not about today's case,” you challenged him. “You’ve been… mean for days now. I don’t deserve it.”

“You’re right. You don’t.” He said, taking a few steps to stand in front of you.

He was so tall you were afraid you'd shrink into the floor if he kept staring at you like that.

“Then what the hell is your problem?” You asked again.

“You don’t see it, do you?” he took a subtle step.

He smelled good, too. He always did.

“I’m not following.” You arched a brow.

His hand landed on your cheek and caressed it with the back of his curled fingers. "You forgot who I was."

"For like a second," you laughed. Your voice sounded as shaky as your legs were.

"I don't want you to forget who I am. Ever." His fingers went down to your chin and lifted it so you'd look up at him.

"O—okay. I won't"

"Before I kiss you, I need to know one thing." He leaned down, his lips one breath away from yours.

Kiss you?!

"O—okay?"

"Are you and... Reid—"

"No," you cut him off with a smile that he gladly mirrored. "Now kiss me."

"Good." His smile faded into the slowest and most delicate kiss someone has ever given you.

His lips were gentle and soft and his tongue timidly grazed your top lip as one hand cradled the side of your head while the other cupped your neck.

Your heart was drumming loud in your ears and somewhere below the belt, but god, he was an incredible kisser. You weren't sure if you were floating high in the sky or slowly melting into his body.

The doors dinged open, bringing you back to earth.

"Your room or mine?" he broke the kiss, circling your nose with his.

You sighed deeply and barely managed to say, "Whichever is closest."

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mandarinmoons · 5 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/mandarinmoons/738899638663380992/heyy-what-about-spencer-with-a-super-independent

We need part 2 where after some time he tells her that he can't be her friend anymore and she freaks out but he inmediatly calms her telling her he can't be her friend because he NEEDS to be her boyfriend 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

Yes yes I love this!

A true friend pt. 2 - Spencer Reid

After a few months of testing the waters of the newfound friendship with Spencer, you went from second guessing every small action and word that came from your mouth to nearly tackling the poor poy in a hug every time you saw him.

It was undoubtful how much of a positive affect Spencer had on you, you could be on the verge of tears from pushing yourself to finish that one last folder of paperwork, but Spencer would come along, pull you into a hug and you could feel all the stress and worry vanish as if it wasn’t even there in the first place. He had a calming effect on you that you couldn’t put into words and you were more than grateful.

You had your fair share of small ways of letting him know how grateful you were for him, from making him coffee to watching his favorite scary films with him, even though they would freak you out and Spencer would have to pause it halfway through so you wouldn’t suffer from another nightmare, but he didn’t mind, it made him so happy that you were willing to try, to try for him.

One particularly exhausting week led the two of you lounging on the couch for the whole weekend. It went from cuddling in each other’s arms to seeing who can annoy the other person the most. Spencer was in the middle of poking your nose, trying to break that poker face you had on when you decided to lean closer and squish his cheeks. You heard a muffled “Oof!” coming from his mouth which made you laugh, “Did that hurt Spence?”

“A little,” you pulled your hands away when seeing Spencer’s lips form into a small pout. “Aww I’m sorry,” your hands instantly went back to his face and lightly caressed his cheeks with your thumbs which caused Spencer’s breath to get caught in his throat.

You were so gentle, the way you held him and tried to comfort him from the slight pain you accidentally caused, it said a lot about your character and that’s what made him love you, and love you a bit more than a friend he did.

He knew he had fallen for you one particular night when you two were having one of your regular movie nights and you ended up falling asleep in his arms. With your head on his shoulder and your arms wrapped around his torso, he looked down on you and could not smile at the sight in front of him. You looked like an angel and it certainly did something to his heart when you stirred and cuddled yourself closer into his embrace. He tried his best to keep his breathing calm so as to not wake you, but he knew he would eventually fail as he felt his heart beating out of his chest.

Spencer was brought back to reality when you called his name and shook his shoulder, “Hey, you okay?”. Spencer sat there, staring into your eyes and oh how he loved those eyes. He could look into them and feel the world coming to a halt. You giggled which caused an involuntary smile from Spencer and his heart stopped, this was it, he had to say it.

“Y/N,” your breath hitched, Spencer’s voice was shaky and it instantly rattled your nerves.

“I don’t know how to tell you this but-”

“Stop, just stop,” you were certain of the words that were about to spill from his mouth and you shut him down so you could have the last word.

“Look, if you don’t want to be friends with me anymore it’s fine, but don’t beat around the bush and just tell me.”

Spencer shook his head vigorously and reached out to take your hands gently, “Y/N it’s not that I don’t want to be your friend.”

“Then what is it?”

Spencer sighed and lowered his head, he’d never been this way with you before, “I like you Y/N, I like you more than a friend.”

You stared at him blankly and waited for him to continue on, but he didn’t, Spencer’s tongue was caught between his teeth and he was waiting, hoping for you to say something.

“Spence, are you serious?”

Spencer nodded and pulled you in for a hug, his arms wrapped around you so gingerly as if you were made of porcelain and you’d break with a slightest touch.

“You don’t hate me do you?”

A chuckle erupted from your lips and you took his face in your hands again. This time you saw a rosie hue on his cheeks and you were sure it matched the same one present on yours, “I could never hate you.”

“Yeah?”, you leaned forward and pressed a light kiss on his cheek, “Yeah.”

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d33pd3sire-blog · 12 days

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The Air That I Breathe Part 2

The long awaited part 2! Lemme know if you want a part 3 :)

This is an Emily Prentiss x F!Reader. Angsty, with a happy ending.

Warnings: Injurys, reader goes nonverbal, hospital environment, mention of blood, IV, breathing tube, bruises. Let me know if I've missed anything out.

Id just like to mention that I don't have autism or anything related but I do tend to stop talking when I'm stressed or experience things that can be traumatic, and this is how I feel when that happens so I do not claim to be an expert in this area

Character count: 8865, bit of a long one haha

Any suggestions are always welcome! Please enjoy :)

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Soft beeping is ringing in your ears as your mind starts to clear, although you have no idea where you are. Numbness starting to wear off, causing you to groan in pain. Why does everything hurt? You think. Once the event flashes through your mind you remember. All of it. Your eyes shot open, the room spinning and your mind running at a million miles a second. Where am I? Where's Reid? What happened to the others? You try to get up from the bed you're laying on but something heavy is holding you down. Your eyes and ears start to finally adjust to the world around you and you notice Hotch's arms holding you down. He's repeating 'Calm down. You're okay. You need to stop moving.' You're still a little confused, 'I.. I need to help them!' you croaked. Hotch grabs your face, 'Look at me. They're alive.' Those words repeat in your head, keeping you grounded. Theyre alive. 'They're hurt but they're alive. If you hadn't of called us when you did it could've been a lot worst.' You barely let him finish before spitting out 'I need to see them.' Hotch shakes his head at you. 'Not right now, you need to rest.' You roll your eyes at him, how can he say that? 'I can't rest.' You spit at him. He ignores the attitude, he knows its not directed at him specifically. 'I promise as soon as you're able I will take you to see them.' Your expression softens, you know there's no point in arguing with him. Your body relaxes, Hotch releasing his grip.

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Your eyes blink open, great. I fell asleep. You think. You look around, squinting at the harsh light to see that no one is here. This is actually perfect. You hatch a plan in your head, the hope of seeing the others at the forefront of your mind. You take a breath, gripping the handles at the side of your bed and lift yourself up. The pain causing you to groan, but you push through. The heart rate monitor attached to your chest is ripped off, causing the machine to flatline. You roll your eyes before switching it off. 'Thats enough of that' you scoff. Once your legs are ready to step down, you grab your IV pole to keep you up. That's the hardest part over with, you thought. As you start to walk, your legs feel stiff and crackly, making you hiss in pain. I can do this. You check the coast is clear from your room's window, before slipping out. Now, to go left or right? You look towards each direction, trying to decide which one calls you the most. Choosing left, you stumble to the next door from your room. As you take a peak in the window, your eyes gaze upon a sleeping Spencer with a slight smile on his face. Maybe he's dreaming. Your eyes drift to Garcia sitting in the chair next to him, seeming to play a game on her laptop. The sight makes you smile internally, he's okay.

A few seconds go by and you know he is going to be okay, so you move along to find the other two. Your feet is sore but you tell yourself to keep going. Luckily, the next room wasn't too far from Reid's. You approach the next room, finding Morgan reading this weeks American Health and Fitness Magazine. Some relief fills your heart when your eyes settle on him. He looks up, smiling, and waving you in. You use this opportunity to enter his room. 'Hey mama. You look like you've been hit by a bomb.' You attempt to laugh. 'Are you.. okay?' He smiles, 'Of course I am, i'm always okay.' You put your arm on your hip and give him a look. 'I'm serious, those cuts on your face don't seem fine.' 'I promise you, if something was seriously wrong id tell you. Just some smoke inhalation, Emily had the worst of it.' His face drops, realising what he said. 'Shit.' He could tell by your face that your heart had sank. 'Look-' 'Where is she?' You interrupted. 'I don't think that's a good I-' He tries to calm you down. 'I don't care what you think, where the hell is she??' He notices that you aren't backing down, and nods his head to the right. 'Just past your room, but I wouldn't mama.' You ignore him and walk out of his room.

The adrenaline pumping through your veins, the pain from earlier is at the furthest part of your mind. Not needing the IV pole to keep you up anymore, you rip the needle out and leave it hanging there. You couldn't care about anything except Emily right now. Your mind is racing, expecting the worst. You finally reach her room and you hesitate with your hand on the handle of the door. Morgan in your head telling you not to. 'I told you to rest.' you jump, turning to face the voice. Hotch is looking at you with worry. He takes your arm and wipes the blood you didn't notice from the ex needle site. 'You're not ready to be up and walking.' Your eyes start to water before practically begging, 'Hotch, I need to see her.' He looks at you, using his annoying profiler eyes. 'Please.' He sighs, before saying 'Fine. But before you do I need to tell you that she's doing okay, she's improving. Just remember that before you see her.' His words give you chills. How bad is she? you think. You take a deep breath before turning the handle and limping in.

The sight you walked in on was nothing like you had expected. Purple bruises swirled on one side of her face, you can tell which side the blast met her on. Your eyes trailed to the tube in her throat, helping her to breath. You take a sharp breath in, realising you had been holding your breath the whole time. 'Oh em..' You hobble to her side, hesitating slightly before taking her hand in yours. The touch between you and her forces the tears you've been holding to fall. Before you know it you're sobbing, your legs finally giving out. Hotch pulls you into him, trying to calm you down. He lifts you from the floor and carries you back to your room. He tries to comfort you, but there's only so much he can do.

A few hours later and the crying subsides, you're exhausted. The image of Emily imprinted in the back of your eyes. Every time you close your eyes, you're back in that room staring at Emily and the tube in her mouth. She can't breath on her own. How did we not predict this happening? How did I not predict this happening? The amount of time I spent reading through the file, profiling every inch of the unsub and yet we still got hurt. While your mind is racing, you didn't even realise JJ had entered the room. She asked you how you were but when you thought about replying there was no energy to say anything. The idea of even talking was too overwhelming right now so you just nodded. Anything else she said went in one ear and out the other. You weren't ignoring her per say, you just could not stop thinking about Emily. You're such an idiot, what if she dies and you never told her you loved her? Will you ever get the chance? You eventually fall asleep, not caring how long for. You just needed to rest and not be awake for a while.

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Your eyes blink open, surprisingly you didn't dream. It felt like nothing, but a good nothing. Garcia is sitting on the chair opposite you, playing, you're assuming, the same game on her laptop from Reids room. Once you try to move, your whole body feels like it hasn't moved in hours. You groan. Garcia shoots up from her chair 'Oh my god! You're awake! How do you feel? Are you okay? Ill get the doctor.' You grab her hand before she leaves, holding it. Needing her to ground you, even if it only helps a little. She looks back, watching. your face for any changes. 'Hey, I have some good news.' You look at her, furrowing your brows. 'Emily is breathing on her own now. She doesn't need the tube anymore.' She smiles at you with this grin, like everything in the world is okay. There's a slight relief, she's doing better. But she still isn't awake. You grip the bar next to you, determined to get up. Garcia getting worried. 'Oh baby, don't get up you've been asleep for 18 hours. You need to pace yourself.' 18 hours?? You look at her in disbelief, although you feel well rested, you still haven't got the energy to say anything. 'Your body needed the rest, you still need more. What you went through was traumatic and horrific, please don't push yourself even more than you have.' You muster up all the energy you can find to force out 'I.. I need to.. See her.' you croaked. Garcia is shocked at how determined you are. 'Fine, ill help you. I don't like it! But there's no stopping you is there?' You shake your head, giving her the best smile you can muster. 'Stay here. Ill get you a wheelchair.'

The anxiety in your stomach starts to bubble as Penelope pushes you closer and closer to Emilys room. What if she doesn't wake up? What if she does wake up but her brain is all damaged? What if?- The door opens and you're pushed to the side of Emilys bed. Your eyes start to tear up again when you see her. What is it about this woman that always seems to push me over the edge? You take her hand in yours and rest your head on an empty bit of her bed. Tears are falling slowly, but you're just glad to be here with her. Please come back - you think. There's so much I haven't told you and so much we haven't done yet. 'Ill leave you alone for a while' Pen says, getting a feeling this isn't just a friendly exchange. You sit there for what feels like hours, silently begging Emily to come back. Before you knew it, you had fallen asleep again, the scent of her always calmed you down.

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You felt hands playing with your hair, you humming at the touch. You open your eyes slightly, forgetting where you were for a split second until it all became clear again. You sat up with such haste, it made Emily jump slightly. 'Did you know you kind of snore when you sleep?' She smiled at you. The disbelief and excitement of Emily being awake and making sense has you shooting up to hug her. As you wrap your arms around her your eyes tear up again. She's awake! You notice Emily wrapping her arms around your waist, sending a shock up your spine. Once you both eventually release, she realises you're crying. 'Hey.. hey, love what's wrong?' You look at her with such love and relief it finally gives you the courage to confess your deepest secret with her. 'I thought you were gonna die. I thought I wouldn't be able to tell you the things I've always wanted to tell you.' She looks at you with attentiveness. 'I love you Emily. I always have and I always will. Every time I look at you I think I fall a little more in love if that's even possible? The only thing keeping me from falling apart completely has been you. Even if you were unconscious.' Emily starts to tear up, hearing you confess your feelings. Before anyone could say anything else, Emily grabs your face and pulls you closer to her, pressing her lips to yours. Your shoulders release the tension you didn't know you were harbouring this whole time and relaxes. Your whole body feels like fireworks are going off, you could stay like this forever. Emily pulls away and lifts your chin to look into her eyes. 'You're the best thing that has, and ever will, happen to me. I love you.'

#agent prentiss #bau #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #emily prentiss #emily prentiss criminal minds #emily prentiss fanfiction #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x you #lesbian

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velvetcloxds · 1 year

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be my mistake- send me a character and a dialogue prompt and I'll write a little baby blurb for it

May i request a spencer reid blurb. Thank you! 🫶

“Do you have a crush on me?”

JUST YOU AND ME | S.R.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: *again by dorris day plays*, secret relationship

You weren't sure how the situation had escalated so quickly, you'd just barely managed to convince yourself to go on the undercover assignment, nevermind ending up in the middle of a dancefloor with a slow song tickling your senses and your secret partner holding you in his arms. As far as assignments went, you've had worse and could definitely picture worse still but the moment felt cruel in its creation, forcing to the surface feelings you spent every second pushing aside.

"Spencer," you had almost no control over the nerves that slid through your voice, it was alarming, honestly, since nerves were the last thing the team needed from you. "They're all looking at us," you were painfully aware of how silly the statement sounded, that was the point, after all, but really it wasn't a reference to the fact that you were being watched and instead that you were being profiled, read like two coverless books, bare and spineless right before their eyes and it was illogical but that shook you more than the possible kidnapper you were trying to lure out.

"I know," he breathed and you swore his touch was laced with gasoline, a fire lighting under your skin as he moved his hand to your lower back, the other hand squeezing yours from where it held yours tightly. "Don't think about them," it was something easier said than done and was quite frankly more aimed at his nerves than your own.

Morgan was watching from the bar, talking to Emily, looking to the world like two people flirting when really he was looking for anyone that looked out of place. Though not nearly as convincing as the others, Hotch was sitting at a table by himself, keeping his gaze on the pair of you, and that was surely the problem because if Spencer could see through his act then he would definitely see through yours. Because the real problem was not that the two of you had to look like a convincing couple, but that you would be just slightly too good at it- which you definitely were.

Spencer found your gaze again, brows furrowed at the sight of you, eyes large and concerned, lip caught between your teeth as you fisted his shirt in your fingers, willing yourself to stay focused when this was the most time the two of you've had together since you caught this case. He was conflicted, he wanted to bring his thumb up to brush your lip to safety, bring his lips to your forehead to rid it of that little crease, wanted to pull you right into his chest to let you nuzzle your face into his neck- but he couldn't and so he had to find a way to work around it.

"Don't think about them," he repeated, and couldn't fight a small smile when you rolled your eyes at him, very unpleased with his seemingly unbothered behavior. He led you into a slight turn, pulling you just the slightest bit closer than before in the process, shielding you from the eyes of your team as well. "Now, it's just you and me," he explained and it was very convincing, the room around you feeling suddenly bare, empty, utterly devoid of anything but the man you loved and a song you would now and forever label as your favourite.

"I love this song," you breathed calmly, giving in to the sway of his hips guiding yours and he was admittedly pleased with himself when you smiled back at him, fingers easing their hold on his own, he was less pleased with that. You were settling into his arms despite your better judgment, leaning in just enough for him to feel your chest against his own, feel your breathing as you tried to hide the way you were desperate for even less space. "We've never danced like this before," you noted and it was true, you hardly found yourselves in places where it was possible but it was a welcoming foreignness, one you hoped would never be foreign again.

"We haven't," he agreed and his voice was dazed, dreamlike in its absence of any sense of formality, lost in you, drowning in you as he moved almost naturally, habitually to embrace you, your own movements completely unplanned as you rested your head just below his shoulder, breathing in softly as his scent surrounded you now more so than before. He realized barely a second later what this must've looked like from another perspective and followed his carelessness by dancing around slowly, circling your spot to give the bar a faux interrogating glance.

"You know..." your voice was softer than before, a familiar sound to your lover as he brushed his hand up and down your back, grounding you as you managed to shield a quick kiss to his collarbone, hiding it by pretending to scratch your nose with his shirt. "I don't think you understand just how awfully torturous it is to be this close to you and not be able to kiss you."

"Trust me," he began and the scoff he breathed was almost bitter, but more than anything it was disbelieved, tremored, barely keeping his affection at bay when you tilted your head back to look up at him, the light catching your features so perfectly it was almost cruel, he'd not seen you so content, so relaxed in what felt like forever. "I understand perfectly."

Someone was speaking into his earpiece then, Morgan, you gathered by the look on Spencer's face. Hotch walked out of the bar before you could overhear what was being said, Emily following close behind and Morgan, though clearly on his way out, making sure to offer you a quick wink before disappearing behind the shimmering tinsel curtains.

" What was that?" you frowned, Spencer shaking his head as he proceeded to move his hand away from his ear where he'd had it hovering while listening. You couldn't tell what he was thinking, what was going on aside from the fact that the assignment was clearly a bust- but what you were sure of was the sort of sparkle that met Spencer's gaze as he daringly, far too recklessly brought that very hand to cup your cheek.

"Do you have a crush on me?" he demanded and as simple as the question, everything fell into place almost instantly, your face falling into mock guilt as you nodded lightly, leaning into his touch.

"Was it that obvious?" you mused, and he laughed lightly, a breathy sound, so effortless it felt almost unreal as he kissed you quickly, first just a peck and then another lingering yet tenderly brisk kiss. He hummed- satisfied as if he'd been waiting for the chance forever, longing for a taste far too long.

"Terribly," he countered and you knew your skin was burning against his palm at the intensity of his focus on you, unfiltered, completely genuine and unhidden, willingly exposed. "Just you and me," he explained as if he'd ever need to explain being so openly in love with you.

"Just you and me," you repeated and it was you who acted this time, making sure the next kiss he gave you lasted far longer than a second, and ended after far more than just the one.

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The CPA and SSA- Part One

part one part two part three

Aaron Hotchner x Accountant! reader

Summary- The case they're currently working on has gotten bad, the unsub has been stalking the team and they need a safe place to stay. Luckily, Aaron has a girlfriend in Alexandria that he has yet to tell the team about.

Contents/ warnings; description of cases, a little bit of hurt/comfort, established relationship, just overall kinda fluffy and sweet :)

AN: I want to get back into writing and this is one of those maladaptive daydreams I use to fall asleep <33. I just love the idea of Aaron dating someone super stable and having a domestic little life. this is probably gonna be a 3 part series :)

Also if you're anything like me you love Zillow, this is the house I'm kinda basing this off of

Send me asks and requests! im happy to do blurbs on characters from CM and MCU :)

The team was split up into two SUVs. In the first, Aaron, Spencer, and Derek. The second, David, JJ, and Emily. Hotch furrowed his brows, weighing his options of where to take the team to be safe. They were all sleep deprived and hungry. He ran through the scenarios of a hotel, motel, cabin, safe house.

Finally, he thought of your place. The cozy mismatched furniture, the smell of spices always radiating, the music always quietly playing in the background. He let out a huff and glanced at Reid in the front seat, who called shotgun much to Derek’s dismay, before looking back at the road “Spencer, grab my phone and call the most recent number.” Spencer gave him a confused look, but obeyed the order. “Hey- uh, who's-” he was interrupted by a voice coming through the car speaker

It was a rather calm evening at your house. You knew that Aaron was caught up with a case and weren't expecting to hear from him for a while. Putting on some classical music, you poured yourself a glass of red wine and began to cook dinner. Heating up the frozen Tikka Masala sauce you stored in your freezer for lazy evenings like these, you began to chop up some chicken to put in the sauce when your music got paused by an incoming call.

You walked over and struggled to answer it with your elbow, so as to not contaminate your phone. Shocked to see Aaron as the Caller ID, you say “wait one second, honey bun, lemme put you on speaker my hands are covered in chicken” you let out a giggle as you finally were able to select the right button on the screen.

“Hey, sorry to call you out of the blue.” He stated, in a serious tone you'd only heard him use when he was called in for a case “Is everything alright, honey? You can always call me, you know that.” you frowned at the phone, going back to cutting up the chicken. “We -uh need somewhere to lay low, just the night is fine. You can say no, but” he looked through the rearview mirror at both Derek and Spencer.

His shoulders relaxed and his voice softened to the Aaron that you're used to “I miss you. I really need to see you” He sighed “Reid, text the rest of the team that we are going to Alexandria.” Spencer gave a curt nod and pulled out his own phone, texting JJ.

“Have y'all eaten yet?” You asked simply, like this was every other time he called you driving home from work. Like your heart wasn’t gonna beat out of your chest at the idea of him being in immediate danger

“What?” He asked, shocked at your casual response.

“Have y'all eaten? I'm making food and I need to know if I have to make more.” You said, washing your hands and pulling out the rest of the chicken breasts you had. He smiled at the console “No, love. We haven't. nothing sounds better than your cooking. What're you making?” Derek and Reid gave each other wide-eyed looks.

“Jus’ some chicken curry, rice and I'll heat up some of that naan I made with Jack. You better watch out, he's getting to be a better cook than you” You sneered playfully as you did the math in your head over how many cups of rice you needed to feed six starving FBI agents.

He chuckled “I believe you. I was never any good in the kitchen. We'll be there in about 20 minutes, alright?” You squinted at the phone then sighed “yeah that's fine, it won't be done as soon as you get here, but you won't have to wait too long after. Next time you're getting hunted by a serial killer, give me a heads-up so I can cook a fancier meal for your colleagues. You're lucky I haven't changed into my pajamas yet, Mr. Hotchner.”

“That's fine, thank you again, Honey. I promise I will. I love you” He said, grimacing in preparation for the stampede of questions heading his way “I love you too, darling. I'll see you in 20.” You said, starting to rush in order to have dinner ready. He hung up and was surprised by the silence.

“Okay. I know you're dying to ask about her. Go ahead.” His signature frown sank back into his face. Derek smirked and crossed his arms “Nah. I’ll wait until Rossi, Prentiss, and JJ find out. Plus, I have a feeling that your girl is a lot more open” he grinned. Aaron shot him a stern look “I'm regretting this.” His shoulder crept their way back up into their usual tense position.

You heard a loud knock on the door, frazzled by the sudden noise while caught up in the chaos of cooking, you walked towards it hesitantly. You looked through the peephole to see Aaron staring at the door and the other five agents looking at your house, no doubt profiling you off of it. You opened the door with a wide smile, giving Aaron a small kiss on the cheek as you were unsure how affectionate he wanted to be in front of his coworkers.

He wrapped his arms around you tightly before placing a kiss on your forehead and letting you go “Thank you again, really. This is the team, Dr. Reid, Morgan, Prentiss, Rossi, and JJ.” He motioned to each of them then moved inside and hung up his jacket like he always did. “Go stir the curry and check on the rice! I don't want it burning I'm not going out to get more food tonight!”

You looked away from him and at the rest of the team who were standing on your porch like deer in headlights. You tilted your head and flashed the same wide smile “Please, come in. Make yourselves at home. Dinner will be ready in about ten minutes.” You watched them as they walked in and looked at each other, then the rest of your home. The older gentleman who you assumed was Rossi spoke up first “How long have you been seeing each other?” You shrugged, leading them into the living room

“about three-ish years now. Aaron told me what had happened to- you know. He didn't want to risk anything like that happening again. Which is why I'm shocked that he brought you here. It must be bad, isn't it?” You sighed, sitting on the armrest of a chair and looking at all of their faces

“It's certainly not pretty. ” JJ said, sitting on the couch across from you. You nodded “relax, don't think about it anymore. I’ll go make sure your boss isn't burning down my house.” You gave them a tight-lipped smile and walked into the kitchen. Staying in the doorway, you watched Aaron tend to the food. His sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his tie was tossed on the breakfast table. You walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his torso, placing your cheek against his back “you shoulda given ‘em a heads up. They're lookin at me like I'm a fish that grew legs” you laughed, letting go of him to grab bowls to put the food in.

“Yeah, I'm sorry. I wanted to introduce you to them in a better way, but if we weren't here we’d be at a hotel and I don't think any of us would've been able to sleep. Your house is just so. Comforting. I like it better here than in my apartment. Jack does too.” You grinned at the plate “which one of them, are we gonna put in Jack's room here?” You asked

“Whoever asks the most inappropriate question.” He states in his usual, monotone voice. You gathered all of the spoons into the stack of bowls and began to carefully walk to the dining room, pausing for a moment to bask in the domesticity of it all. Aaron cooking, his friends coming over after work. If he wasn’t being hunted down, it would be perfect.

You set the table and walked back to the kitchen where you see Aaron fanning a pan with a dish towel. “Oh good lord, move, agent” you laughed, pushing past him to get to the stove as you turned it off and threw whatever was left of the burned piece of naan out the back door so as to not set off the fire alarm. You huffed and set the pan in the sink, looking at him with a hand on your hip.

He looked like a guilty puppy, head down, but his eyes looking up to meet yours. You bit back and smile, shaking your head “I don't know how you've gotten this far in life, Aaron. Truly.” You say, closing the distance between you too, and pressing a kiss to his temple. He hummed “I have you to take care of me” a grin broke out across your face as you placed a hand on his chest.

You heard hushed whispering and shuffling of feet before you looked at the doorway and saw the entire team trying to fit in the cramped space to see after-work Aaron that you're accustomed to. Laughter bubbled out of you as you watched them bicker like siblings. “Who are you and what have you done with Hotch?” Emily asked, wagging a finger at you playfully. “It's like watching a feral cat be domesticated” Spencer muttered to JJ. you held your hands up in surrender. “I didn't do anything! Now all of you are sitting at the table, dinner is almost ready.” You shooed them toward the dining room

A knock at the door startled the both of you. You looked at him and motioned him to stay where he was, stepping on his foot to keep it from moving as you bent down and pulled the gun from his ankle. You took off the safety and held it behind your back. You looked through the peephole at an eccentrically dressed blonde woman. You cocked the gun and opened the door with a smile “Hi, Can I help you?” You asked, watching as she looked over your shoulder “Yeah, I'm looking for my team” she said “this is the address Morgan sent me”

You heard footsteps coming behind you and putting the safety back on the gun “Down, girl.” He mumbled, putting a hand on your lower back “Yes, Garcia. Come in." Aaron said, taking the gun back and putting it back in the holster “This is Penelope, our technical analyst.” Penelope grinned widely at you “oh hotch, you big softie. I can't believe you managed to keep her from me! Everyone else I get but me? I'm impressed” she said, walking in. You shook your head and smiled at the ground “the rest of 'em are in the dining room, you can join them I'm just about to bring the food out.”

You looked at Aaron and grinned “I like your team” he scoffed “Yeah, until they start grilling you.”

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotch fic #aaron hotch x reader #hotch x reader #hotch x you #ssa aaron hotchner

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slytherinlesbians · 7 months

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Whumptober 2023, Day 29: "What happened to me?"

fandom: criminal minds | characters: spencer reid (centric), derek morgan, jennifer jareau, aaron hotchner | ship: none | trigger warnings: past addiction, gunshot wound | content: spencer is shot on a case, pain relief used in the hospital brings up bad feelings, team as a family, dad!hotch | word count: 888.

Spencer comes to slowly. His brain feels thick with fog, like he can’t form a clear thought. His mouth feels like it’s full of cotton, his head heavy. He blinks a couple of times before he realizes there are other people in the room. He blinks another couple of times before he realizes what the room even is - he’s in the hospital.

“‘S happening?” he mumbles lethargically. Morgan, sitting next to his bedside, jumps.

“Kid! I didn’t realize you were awake! You good?”

“Uh…” Spencer says, swallowing a few times, trying to get his bearings. “Thirsty?”

“I got you,” Morgan says, leaning over to the bedside table and pouring a glass of water. He helps Spencer sit up - his whole body feels like it weighs a ton - and helps him sip the water. As he lays back down, a significant wave of exhaustion hits him.

“Wha’ happened t’ me?” he asks. He falls back asleep before he gets his answer.

When he wakes next, it’s dark outside. JJ is at his bedside, and Morgan and Rossi are standing at the end of the bed, talking softly. JJ is watching him, and she gives him a small smile.

“Hey, Spence, welcome back.”

“Jayje,” Spencer mutters, blinking the sleep out of his eyes as best he can. “Where’d I go?”

She laughs quietly. “Sorry, nowhere. I just meant you’ve been asleep for a while.”

“Happened?” he asks. It takes incredible effort to ask such a simple question. She sighs.

“You were stabbed, sweetheart. You passed out before the medics arrived, but you got through surgery fine. You just need to rest now.”

“Oh,” he says. “‘M tired.”

“Yeah, you will be for a while,” she says sympathetically. “You take as long as you need, okay? We’re not going anywhere.”

He strains himself for a moment to look up at the end of his bed where Morgan and Rossi stand.

“Where’s…” he struggles for a moment to put the pieces together, but JJ does so for him.

“Emily and Hotch just went for a walk to get some food. They’ll be back soon.”

Things get fuzzy again after that - he doesn’t remember what he says in response to JJ, or whether he says anything at all. The next time he opens his eyes, he aches all over. The pain is dull and throbbing and he trembles in bed. He must moan or say something, because he squints to see Hotch spin around from talking seriously to two people he doesn’t recognise - doctors.

“It’s okay Reid,” he says soothingly. “You’ll be okay in a moment.”

“It… hurts,” he gasps, and he has no idea where the pain is coming from, only that it’s everywhere and his skin feels like it’s on fire. He's so hot. He’s drenched in sweat, and Hotch comes over to push his hair back off his head.

“I know,” Hotch says, something in his voice Spencer can’t quite place. “It won’t soon, Spencer. It’ll be over soon.”

A nurse comes over and takes Spencer’s arm. Something flits across Hotch’s face - regret? Spencer can’t tell, everything hurts too much. The nurse produces a needle and injects it into Spencer’s arm. The relief is almost instant. He slips back into sleep easily.

The next time he wakes up, it’s still dark, and he feels… good. Really good. Pleasant, even. Is he still in the hospital? It all feels very nice, truly. Like he’s floating. A little euphoric. A little bit like…

The recognition of the feeling hits Spencer with full force, slamming into his chest. He gasps and sits up, dizzy and hazy as ever. Emily and JJ sit on one side of him, Hotch on the other. All three look at him with the exact same expression, somewhere between sympathy and pain.

“I’m - they gave me - why didn’t you tell them-,” he still feels so foggy and distant, he can barely string three words together. He slumps back against his pillows and looks at Hotch, who shuts his eyes for a second and wipes a tired hand over his face.

“Give us a moment,” he says to Emily and JJ, who nod and take their leave. Once the door is shut behind them. Spencer tries again.

“I’m - on something,” he says, stilted. The words feel ugly in his mouth. His lower lip trembles, and he presses them together to stop himself from bursting into embarrassing tears in front of his boss. “What did they give me?” he whispers.

“Morphine,” Hotch says quietly. “I’m sorry, Spencer.”

“It’s - in my records. That I don’t-,”

“I know. But I’m your medical proxy, and you couldn’t keep pushing through the pain without it. You burnt through all the other stuff and you-,” Hotch inhales uncharacteristically shakily. “I didn’t have a choice, Spencer. I am so sorry. We can talk about it more when you’re a little better, but please, don’t strain yourself now. Please. Just rest.”

“I-,” Spencer chokes, wrapping the blanket around him tighter. He wants to sink into it. He wants to disappear. Even his fuzzy, drugged up brain can understand why Hotch did what he did. But the irrational part of him is beginning to panic.

“I don’t want it,” is all he can manage without sobbing.

“I know,” Hotch says tiredly. “I know, Spencer. I’m sorry.”

#whumptober2023 #no.29 #“what happened to me?”#criminal minds #fanfiction #addiction tw #gunshot wound tw #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #david rossi #the bau

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okay-j-hannah · 2 years

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You Give Them Neck Kisses

Preference

Characters: Steven Grant, Theseus Scamander, Spencer Reid

Warnings:

Request: “If you're not bored with this plot yet can you please write about Steven Grant, Theseus Scamander and Spencer Reid reacting to neck kisses?” @kindnonny23

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Steven

“Oh, goodness me!” Steven exclaimed. He was tripping up the stairs to his apartment, (Y/N) holding onto the railing as to avoid being knocked down.

“Are you okay?” there was a giggle in her voice.

Steven was laughing awkwardly, scrambling for his keys, “Oh, yes – yes, quite all right.”

She stood behind him, eyeing the back of his head with a sweet smile. He was trying ever so hard for their date.

“Would you… um…” Steven had the key in the lock but turned to face her, “Would you like to come in for some dessert?”

Her eyebrows raised.

“I mean – cheesecake. Dessert as in cheesecake…” He closed his eyes and mumbled something under his breath. Probably a curse towards himself.

(Y/N) smiled, “Sure, I’m a big fan of… dessert.”

He tilted his head confusedly, but smiled, “Right then.” He seemed nervous to open the door. He turned the knob and led the way inside.

There on the small dinner table was a staged scene. There was cheesecake, but also brownies, cookies, cupcakes, and fruit pies. They were set with candles and a bouquet of colorful flowers. They must have cost a fortune.

“See, you’re probably wondering, why are there are so many,” Steven addressed the table, “I suppose I wanted to be sure there was at least one dessert you’d like. Please tell me I got one right?”

(Y/N) bit her lip, nodding and holding her stomach. Butterflies had erupted there. He really was trying so hard. Didn’t he realize she already liked him?

“And these are for you!” He took the bouquet out of the vase, spraying her with water droplets. “Oh, I’m so sorry.”

She laughed again, taking the flowers, “I love them, Steven, thank you.”

He seemed pleased with her response, taking a heavy breath and grinning. “Now, tell me which you would like, and I’ll dish it for you.” He went for the table, sitting down and grabbing a plate. He rambled on about the different flavors and quality of taste.

(Y/N) rested her flowers on the kitchen counter, returning to behind his chair. As he sliced the cheesecake, (Y/N) rested her hands on his shoulders, leaning down and close to his ear.

“And this one has some raspberry swirl that… oh, what – what are you doing?”

(Y/N) snuck a kiss under his ear, “Having dessert.” She kissed lower on his neck, “Big fan, remember.”

Steven shivered, the pie knife falling with a clatter on the plates. “I… oh, I um… hello there!” She was now in his peripheral.

She shushed him, “You’re very sweet.” She pressed her lips lightly under his jaw, letting them linger. Her nose was brushing his chin as she worked her way to the base of his throat.

Steven let out a little squeak. His hands fisting on his knees. “Sweet?” He managed to get out before his eyes rolled and he closed them.

(Y/N) hummed, savoring the hollow of his throat, “Delicious.”

He was positively breathless in seconds.

Theseus

The banquet was dreadfully dull. (Y/N) remained polite as the Ministry workers droned on about Auror business and new magical laws. Theseus sat leisurely beside her, using his fake laugh and pretending to be interested for the sake of his image.

She sighed, gazing at him. He had always been dashing in his suit and matching vest. A pocket watch was strung against his bronze buttons. She stared at it a while, listening to it tick.

She really needed to find something to make the evening go by faster.

Theseus laughed, flashing his brilliant teeth. He folded his napkin and placed it on his dinner plate. (Y/N) trailed her eyes to where the napkin had rested on his leg.

She subtly inched her chair closer to his.

“And that’s exactly what I told Perkins,” Theseus pointed out, “If we needed another Auror sitting around headquarters, I would’ve gotten…” he stuttered, chin falling to his chest. “… someone like Dodds.”

(Y/N) had placed her hand on his leg, pressing her fingers into his thigh. Her other hand snaked up his shoulder.

Theseus licked his lips, blinking hard and addressing his coworkers again with a shaky laugh, “I’m sorry, where was I?”

It was definitely making the night more amusing. Watching Theseus squirm under her touch while trying to act cool. He stopped telling stories as it got more difficult to concentrate.

(Y/N) was inching her hands up to his neck, playing with the ends of his wavy hair. He kept readjusting the way he was sitting, pulling at his dress pants.

She smiled, standing from her chair, “Excuse me – got to find the loo.” She bent down and met Theseus’ neck, brushing her nose along his ear on the way. He set his jaw, tense as she left a long, open-mouthed kiss there.

She walked away, knowing full well Theseus was watching her from behind.

She only had to wait three minutes before he came speeding through the banquet hall. He had that hard, determined look. A hunger that took control as he gripped her waist and pulled her into the next corridor.

“What game have you been playing tonight, my dear?” He had her against the wall, talking low in case others interrupted.

(Y/N) was already winding her hands to either side of his face, “A sort of distraction to this horrid dinner.” She tilted his head to the side and laid her lips on his neck. He followed her hands like melted butter.

His mouth fell open, eyes closed, as she kissed down his jaw and to the base of his neck. She tickled and nipped, feeling him swallow hard.

“God, (Y/N),” he growled, “I believe it’s time to go.”

“You want me to stop?” she asked breathlessly, kissing the sweet spot beneath his ear.

He ground out, “Believe me that’s the last thing I want. But perhaps… we could continue in a less compromising place.”

“I saw a broom closet down the corridor.”

Spencer

“But surprisingly though the writers were not scientists, their scripts weren’t always flawed.” Reid had opened her car door and followed her towards the apartments, “But sometimes like in Star Trek: Next Generation there’s an episode where Dr. Crusher and Mr. LaForge let all the air escape the ship to extinguish a fire. And they said holding their breath would be fine, but we all know that in a vacuum space your lungs would explode from the pressure.”

He laughed, walking up the stairs and found that (Y/N)’s face was plain. It was as if she was smiling just for his benefit, but her gaze was admiring. “Ha! Yes, that should be common sense.”

Reid sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets, “I was rambling again, wasn’t I? I’m sorry, (Y/N).”

“It’s all right,” she mused, fiddling with her keys, “I like it.” She gave him a soft look, “Though sometimes I wish I could contribute to the conversation more often.”

“Right… of course.” Reid gave a shy smile, looking towards the ground and kicking the porch. “Thank you for seeing the play with me. I didn’t think anyone at the office was a fan of Tennessee Williams.”

“Maybe not Tennessee Williams, but I am a fan of you,” she smiled, putting her keys in the lock, “I like going out with you, Spence.”

He had that smile he was trying to hide, “Really?”

(Y/N) left her door ajar, turning to him with a glint in her eye. She went to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Reid swallowed hard, seemingly frozen in place where she touched him.

“Goodnight,” she whispered.

And she pressed her lips against his. Reid struggled to respond, but his hands shakily went to her waist. When she pulled away just enough to see his face, Reid’s cheeks were rosier.

He blinked hard, “Yeah, goodnight.”

But she didn’t stop there. (Y/N) pulled him close and rested her cheek against his. It was surprisingly warm. She placed a gentle kiss there. And another closer to his ear, and another down near his jaw.

His mouth fell open, his breaths coming in quicker. The grip on her waist tightened.

She trailed her lips down his jawline, nipping and sucking future little bruises. She was pulling him again until she was stuck in the crook of his neck. She could feel his pulse there, rapid and hot.

He was starting to gain more confidence as she continued, humming as he felt up her back.

She pulled away, her own breath leaving her, “Goodnight.” Their gazes were electrifying and within seconds she was pulling him in again. They walked backwards and into the open door, scrambling to shut it behind them.

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Real feelings and fake relationships

Title: Real feelings and fake relationships

Pairing: Spencer Reid/ original female character

Characters: Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid, Original female character

Summary: When Alice and Spencer have to pretend to be boyfriend and girlfriend during a case, can Alice keep her hidden feelings for Spencer secret, or will she reveal everything?

Authors note: This is my entry for @the-slumberparty's July Challenge. This one was hard to write, as it was out of my usual wheelhouse. Plus, I've been so busy. My prompt was: Fake Relationship. I have no beta, so all spelling and grammar mistakes are mine. Enjoy! This is my second fic for the Criminal Minds fandom, so be gentle, please.

Warnings: none, although there is a brief mention of breasts, which for anyone who had read my works for a while, is quite daring for me.

Word count: 2,884

I walked to the briefing room with the others, tugging on the hem of my skirt as I slipped into a chair, ready to take notes on the new case. Spencer sits next to me, and my heart flutters in my chest as I greet him. "Hi, Spencer," I say softly and I see him nod, smiling warmly at me with those soft hazel eyes of his. I could get lost in those eyes, easily.

I try and focus on the case as Hotch explains everything to us, giving the basics, as we need to be wheels up in twenty. I nod, taking notes and brushing against Spencer every so often. When I stand up to leave, I bump into Derek as I do and he sends me flying back into Spencer's lap, where I land with a soft sound leaving my lips.

"Oh, Spencer, I'm sorry," I said, as I landed in his lap, and felt his hands instinctively reach for me, landing on my hips, almost keeping me there as my cheeks grow warm again. He blinks once and then twice before saying, "It's okay, Alice. It was an accident." I nod, my honey-brown eyes focused on his hazel ones even as Derek snickers at me.

Derek is the only one who knows I like Spencer, and he enjoys teasing me about it far too often, especially during moments like this. I struggle to stand as Derek laughs at me, and I push myself deeper into Spencer's lap, my soft curves pressing against him as I eventually rise.

My cheeks are warm and red now, as Derek laughs on his way out the door. I walk to my cubicle, grabbing my go bag as I walk with Spencer and Derek to the car, seated between them on the way to the jet. Emily leans back and sees Derek laughing and asked, "What's so funny?" I nudge him, whispering, "Don't you dare, Morgan," to which he just shakes his head at Emily and my cheeks flame more at the attention I've brought to myself.

I'm relieved when we make it to the plane and we all settle in, looking at case files. I settle in and slide my headphones in, listening to my music as I glance through the file and try to form a profile on this guy. I take notes, but as I do, I find my thoughts straying to how I felt in Spencer's lap, how his hands had tightened around my waist, and my cheeks grew warm as I shook my head to erase the image that just formed.

Don't be stupid, Alice, I told myself, There's no way Spencer even knows you're alive, I reminded myself, settling in for the long flight by focusing on my music, even as my eyes meet Derek's who is grinning as he stares at me, whispering in Emily's ear and I know he's telling her about this morning and I glare at him.

Emily's laughter is loud, drawing everyone's attention and I hear Hotch ask, "What's going on over there?" I see her open her mouth, feel my cheeks grow warm, as do Spencer's but gratefully, she plays it off as Derek tells her a funny joke, and it's dropped. I breathe out a sigh of relief, trying to focus on my music and manage to do so until we reach the hotels, to be told that I'm sharing with Spencer.

Derek and Emily snort at this information, and I can only hope that Spencer doesn't notice when he returns with our key. I follow him into the room, and after a bit of awkwardness, we manage to settle in for the night. The only sort of odd thing I notice is the way Spencer coughs when I exit the bathroom in my pajamas, my favorite pair of sleep shorts and gray shirt hugging my body.

It's admittedly, a little more than he's usually seen me in, so I chalk it up to that, and perch myself on the other bed, slowly rubbing lavender lotion on my legs, blissfully unaware of the way Spencer casually sneaks glances over at me, as my small hands make passes over my thighs, the scent of the lotion filling the room.

The next day, as we start working the case and getting a better profile on this guy, Emily discovers something that makes my stomach sink, she sighs. "Well, I think if we have any hope of catching this guy, we'll need bait." She says, her voice even. "He's targeting couples, and we need to control the situation a bit better."

My stomach swirls as I hear Hotch agree, and I sigh, knowing on one level that she's right. "Okay, so what's your plan?" I ask her watching as her eyebrow raises. "I think we send you and Spencer in." Across the room, Spencer, who was eating a bagel, coughs as Derek slaps him on the back, a faint laugh leaving him.

"Wh-why me and Spencer?" I ask her but Hotch is the one who answers her, telling me, "You two fit the age range of the victims the unsub is hunting. It makes sense." I don't even argue and neither does Spencer. J.J. settles up the details and all Spencer and I have to do is wear our communication devices and act like a real couple.

We're going to be going to dinner. I manage to find something appropriate to wear, the soft white sundress I'd thrown in last second. I straightened it, the blue flowers a nice touch. I admired myself in the mirror, enjoying the way the square neckline of the dress accentuated my chest, the dress flowy enough to show my feminine curves without being indecent.

I wore heels, my curls loose around my shoulders. I rubbed my floral-scented perfume oil on my neck and wrists, walking down to meet Spencer and the team where they waited for me. Spencer was wearing a blue and gray striped polo shirt, with a pair of black dress slacks, which was a good look for him.

I smiled softly at him as I approached, "Hey, you look great, Spencer." I said, meeting his gaze. He didn't speak for a long second, his eyes locked onto mine, a soft pink appearing in his cheeks as he stared at me and I heard Morgan chuckle. "Looks like you made pretty boy here speechless." I blushed as Morgan teased him.

I tried to focus as Hotch re-ran the plan by us again. It was easy enough. Spencer and I were a couple, going out on a date night. Easy enough. We needed to make the unsub think we'd been together for a long time. That was the important part, Hotch had stressed. I nodded, and with my com-link in and Spencer wearing his, we slowly started walking to the bar.

At first, we didn't hold hands, even as we entered the bar. I heard Morgan chuckle, his voice coming through the com. "Spencer, hold her hand. She's your girlfriend." I saw Spencer hesitate for a second before his hand wrapped around mine. his hand was large, warm, and almost covered mine completely. He tugged me along, as we made our way to a table.

We sat down and ordered just water, We talked about work and a few other things before Morgan's voice broke through the com again. "You two gotta step the PDA up. Wrap your arm around her, kiss her hand, and do something."

The team chuckled, and I nodded as I met Morgan's eyes. The problem was how to keep my feelings for Spencer hidden when we were alone together. I didn't know how that was going to happen. Spencer made his move, wrapping his arm around my shoulders as I leaned over into him. "Good, Spencer," I said through the com. Morgan said, "Nice, Alice. Nice."

"You two got this," he said. "Remember: the unsub has to believe you're a real couple."

"I feel like we're on a date," Spencer whispered in my ear.

"That's not a bad thing." I laughed, and he tightened his arm around my shoulders I met his gaze, almost losing myself in his gorgeous hazel eyes as he looked at me, my soft brown eyes looking up at him.

I could feel myself getting lost in them, and I felt a little guilty for it—he was just talking to me! But I couldn't help imagining what it would be like to kiss him, to feel those lips on mine. He was so much more than just a good friend; he was more than someone who understood me and got me. He was always looking out for me, bringing me my favorite pastries from the bakery that was near his house before work, and always reading to me when the turbulence got too bad on the jet.

"I'm glad you agree," he whispered back, and I smiled softly as I heard Morgan encourage him again. "Yes, just like that, Spencer. Now, keep that going." I went to look away from him, to reach for my drink when Spencer's fingers reached out, gently grasping my chin, his hazel eyes focused on me.

I swallowed hard as I stared up at him, as his fingers gently stroked my face, his thumbs skating across my lips. I shivered at his touch, barely hearing the team in my comlink, as his eyes darkened with a hint of something else in his gaze. His eyes were so dark, so intense, that I felt as if he was looking at me for the first time. The thought sent a rush of heat through my body, but it didn't stop the warmth from spreading to my cheeks, my chest, and the tips of my breasts. It didn't stop my heart from pounding, either.

Spencer leaned in, his lips growing closer and closer to mine, even as my heart fluttered in my chest, staring up at him with wide, soft eyes. Was he going to kiss me? God, I wanted him too. His lips grew closer, and I could feel his breath on my face, smell his cologne better, as he brushed a soft, dark curl out of my face.

Then he leaned in, his lips brushing against mine, softly and sweetly, before he deepened the kiss. I felt his tongue, so warm and so alive. It was so good. We sat there for a moment, just holding each other. And then he pulled me close again, kissing me deeply, hungrily, with a passion that made my body ache and made me press my thighs together under the table.

The team wolf whistled in the comlink, bringing a blush to my face as Spencer pulled back, his fingers gently tracing my lips. "So pretty," He whispered and I blushed again, as he leaned in, kissing me again to the team's delight. "Yes, you've got yourself a guy near the bar who can't take his eyes off you. Why don't you two pay your bill and head out, see if follows." Emily suggested and Spencer did just that, his arm resting around my waist as he paid and we walked out.

We left the bar as instructed, walking a bit away before Emily confirms that the unsub is following us. Spencer and I nod, knowing we need to distract him, need to prove this man is our unsub.

Spencer steers me into the alley, quickly pinning me to the rough brick wall, his lips immediately descending on mine. He kisses me, warm, and passionately, his hands roaming over my dress and I'm grateful the team can't see us, only hear us as he continues to kiss me and touch me. I feel the heat of his mouth, and the softness of him against me as his tongue slides into my mouth and he begins to move his hand over me in a slow, steady rhythm. His hands slide over the top of my dress, his fingers brushing against my breasts.

I can't help the soft whimper that leaves me, unprovoked, at Spencer's touch. I get so lost in his lips that it takes us a second to digest the team's words in our ears, that they'd got the guy, and we could come out now. But we don't. We stay where we are, listening to the silence. It's a quiet night. There is nothing but the sound of the wind in the trees, the rustling leaves, a bird's song. The only movement is that of our bodies. And then Spencer says, "You know what, I think we should go out sometime. I-I've liked you for a long time, Alice."

I nod, looking up at him. "We could do this for real. Not just some fake relationship for a case." He nods, then leans in and kisses me again as Morgan and Emily come to find us, both of them snickering as they catch us kissing. Morgan chuckles as our faces turn red and he asks, "Are you two going to quit dancing around each other and go out already?"

I nod, looking up at him. "I think so." Spencer nods. "Yes." Emily walks away, calling out to the rest of the team, "Alright! I won!" And we both turn, shocked and surprised to find out the team bet on how long it would take us to admit our feelings to each other. I chuckle and so does Spencer, neither of us finding it too difficult to care about anything else now but what we might have together. I meet his gaze and he kisses me again as the team wolf-whistles. I can't think of anything else I want more.

#navy and roo sleepover #criminal minds #spencer reid x oc #spencer reid

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#SampleSunday + Cover Reveal- Home for the Holidays

It’s a SAMPLE SUNDAY!

It’s a COVER REVEAL!

It’s a combination SAMPLE SUNDAY COVER REVEAL!

I don’t yet have a blurb or a pub date, but…. next month for sure. Meet Reid and Sabrina in my next project: HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS, A POTTER LAKE SMALL TOWN ROMANCE. This will be a novella- target of approx 25,000 words and will be Potter Lake 3.5. I intend for this to lead into the next Potter Lake novel.

I shared a bit about this novel in this week’s episode of The Bookcast, so have a listen to the last 15 mins or so if you want some background info on these characters and what this story is about.

TLDR: Reid Gallagher is returning to Potter Lake for the first time since he graduated from Healy University for a work/pleasure trip. His parents own Pinkney’s Grocery in downtown Potter Lake. Sabrina Ward is visiting her aunt, Cara Isaacs and is hiding out due to some current events upending her life.

“You’re going to need a lot more to drink.”

Release Date: TBD

I extended a hand and a cordial, polite greeting to Patricia and Cliff Gallagher. I stopped at the man seated in a chair next to them. Once I was up close, looking into warm brown eyes, in view of smooth, flawless dark cocoa skin and a lush beard, my cheeks warmed. He stood and shook my hand, introducing himself as Reid Gallagher.

He wore dark jeans, a long-sleeved shirt that didn’t hide muscular arms or a chiseled chest, and leather boots that made me imagine him astride a horse...for no good reason. He had a small scar above his left eyebrow that added character to his handsome face. I worked overtime to stop myself from staring.

Maybe Aunt Cara’s encouragement about entertaining a rebound wouldn’t go unheeded. Not that I would bed the neighbor’s son...but if he was in any way representative of the men in Potter Lake, I would not be in a hurry to return to Atlanta.

“Great to meet you,” he said, in a deep voice as smooth as honey, then stepped aside. “Please take my seat.”

At his mother’s request, he left and returned with more chairs from the back porch. Aunt Cara and I settled around the crackling fire pit that sent the scent of burning pine needles into the air.

“Reid, I’m sure your mother has told me before, but humor an old lady and remind me whereabouts you live?”

“Ohio, ma’am. Shaker Heights area, a Cleveland suburb. You heard of it?” At the negative shakes around the porch, he laughed. “Most people haven’t. That’s why I live there.”

“And what is it that people in Shaker Heights, Ohio do for a living?”

“I’m a partner in a real estate development firm. We buy land and... well, develop it. We build whatever communities need for growth and innovation. Department and convenience stores, apartment buildings, shopping centers... that kind of thing.”

Aunt Cara hummed, rocking her head forward and back. “I see.” She glanced over at Patricia, then back to Reid. “You’re not about to treat us like we’re stupid, are you?”

“I already told him to leave that alone,” said Patricia. “No sense in unearthing that mess that Quincy was involved in. We don’t need nothin’ that takes business away from the stores that have always been here. We got a mayor that understands that, and I expect Kade will tell him the same.”

My head swiveled to catch Reid’s reaction. He shrugged a shoulder, saying, “I’m just here to visit my parents and make sure the house is sturdy, especially since there have been some fierce storms lately, and enjoy some time off of work.”

After surveying the blank stares, he dipped his head, slightly. “Okay... and... if there is some land around town that’s still up for grabs, my company might be interested in development—”

“To which I say no thank you,” Patricia added. “But we’ll see what city council says.”

“Mama don’t curse my plan before it’s even on paper. You don’t even know—”

“I know enough,” she snapped. “I know you blow into towns like ours that are doing just fine, snap up land and start puttin’ up big ugly buildings that block views of nature, and take work and money away from home-grown businesses. How can you even consider doing something like that to the people in this town— some of whom have known you your whole life? Well, I won’t stand for it, Reid.”

Patricia let out a huff, then picked up her saucer of cake crumbs and stood. “Cara, why don’t you come inside? I baked another pound cake and if I don’t start getting rid of it, we’ll eat the whole thing.”

My aunt and Patricia stood, chatting as they walked back into the house. Cliff slapped his knee with one hand and stood as well. “Got a cigar and some whiskey waiting for me on the back porch. Make sure you douse that fire before you tuck in for the night, son.”

With a nod, he set off around the side of the house to the back yard.

“I’d like to say she’s not always like that, but it would be a lie,” said Reid. “I love that woman, but...” He paused, shaking his head, “I can’t have the same argument about my job every time I see her.”

“That would be intense if I had to sit through it every time I came to town,” I said sympathetically.

“Yeah. Intense is a good word for it. She’s all bark though. Well, mostly bark.” Reid offered a halfhearted smile, then leaned to the side to whisper conspiratorially, as if anyone else was on the porch with us. “My dad mentioned whiskey, and now I can’t think about anything else. You want a taste?”

I was not much of a liquor drinker, but after the week I’d had, I could use a little something to knock the edge off. I nodded.

Reid left and returned with two mismatched tumblers of velvety brown liquid, then dropped heavily into the seat next to me. He clinked his glass against mine before taking a sip, nodding and licking his lips afterward.

“So. Enough about me. For real. We didn’t get around to putting you on the spot. You’re here visiting your aunt? From Atlanta? For... awhile? I know there’s a story there.”

I sighed, bringing the glass to my lips for a fortifying sip. It burned so good going down. “Oh yeah,” I said, almost choking. “There’s a story alright.”

“If liquor gives you a loose tongue, I’m all ears.” Reid leaned back in his chair, all eyes on me. I shifted in my seat, feeling heat rise in my cheeks again. I wasn’t used to being the subject of such an intense gaze, from a man who offered his undivided attention.

“I’m...hiding out,” I began. “For someone who is prominent in Atlanta finance, my husband is a messy bitch. He’s been cheating on me for some time. I thought I was being stealthy, making moves to leave him at the end of the year. But...”

I exhaled, releasing the tightness in my chest before taking another sip of whiskey. It was strong, but it helped loosen me up. This was the most relaxed I’d been in months.

“He got caught by his mistress’ husband.” I glanced at Reid with my lips rolled inward and pressed together. He sucked in a loud, sharp breath. “Oh, but there’s more. There was a fight. Of course, someone recorded Adrian getting his ass beat. It’s already spreading like wildfire on every social media platform. If WorldStar still exists, it’ll be there soon. Adrian and I work for the same company. I’m not sitting through meetings, pretending everything is fine, while people give me soft sad eyes or corner me in the restroom with their stories and advice. So, I took some time off and came out to Potter Lake to stay with my aunt.”

Reid gave me a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry you’re going through this. But… you knew he was…”

I nodded, bobbing my head. “I thought we’d be able to keep things quiet. One of the things I need to do while I am here is move forward with the divorce that I planned to file. And....figure out what I’m going to do with my life. I’ve been married for...”

I fluttered my lips and shrugged a shoulder before continuing. “Damn near half my life. This is how it ends.”

Reid gestured toward my tumbler. “I’m about to go get the bottle of McCallan. You’re going to need a lot more to drink.”

#sample sunday #cover reveal #Potter Lake

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dorimena · 3 years

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I seriously love Bakugou and Todoroki. Especially Bakugou in his tight winter costume in S5. And I love Dom reader and femdom more than a sub. Can I pleaseee request Todoroki or Bakugou where the reader is recording them playing with a vibrator or dildo but get overstimulated because they can't cum from the cock ring because it's their punishments since they forgot their anniversary so reader also forget to stop the toys even if they beg reader to stop in the camera.if you don't mind the request

I don’t mind~ May your sin be forgiven with this prayer (˘⌣˘人) This sounds really, really sexy, so I had a blast imagining and putting this into words.

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯; bakugou katsuki & todoroki shoto

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱; 2.1k

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; fem!reader, sex toys (dildo, vibrators, cockring), overstimulation, cam sex (recording), exhibitionism, semi-public, dom!reader, sub!character

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰; balcony sex (?), threesome, whiny Bakugou, weeping Todoroki, punishment, orgasm denial, aged-up characters, Bakugou and Todoroki are both 20+

𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢; Unravel Me by Sabrina Claudio and Fuck Love by XXXTENTACION ft. Trippie Reid somehow helped me piece this together. Sorry if there are any typos! It’s not proofread.

𝕯𝖔𝖚𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝕿𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖇𝖑𝖊

“I-I-”

“W-we! We-”

You watch as both men struggle to speak, trying to ask for forgiveness, once again. It’s the fourth time this hour, the way Bakugou tries to open his mouth wide enough to not slur his words and Todoroki tries to correct Bakugou while keeping himself coherent.

It’s cute how the smartest guys in your life seem to fail miserably in having a decent human conversation

Well, you can’t blame them either, not with the way you keep toying around with the intensity of the vibrators taped to their dicks, cum drying on the toy enough to show anyone who looks up on the balcony that these two men, with such stature and muscles, are easily falling apart.

“Speak better, sweethearts. Can’t have you guys sounding so dumb on camera, right?”

Oh yeah, and you’re even recording them, in case anyone else would want to watch the rising proheros break.

You’re not actually going to show them to the public, but maybe to their friends. Maybe Kirishima would like to watch? Kaminari? Sero? Or maybe Iida? Midoriya?

Heck, the girls might even ask some day.

But you know what makes you curious about showing this video to their friends?

The way both Bakugou and Todoroki are presenting themselves beautifully, as if they’re pro porn stars saving the wanks rather than proheros saving the day.

It’s cute, how Bakugou’s puffing his muscular chest in the air as if they were the juiciest tits ever, which they are, and how Todoroki is somehow sensually humping the air with every buzz against his furious red tip.

Your eyes stay on the screen, making sure the lighting is entering nice enough to make it seem like they’re glowing, other than their post-orgasm glow.

How many times have they come by now?

“Babes, how many times have you cum?”

They both shake their heads.

Of course they wouldn’t know. They just take what they’re receiving. They’re making up for their mistake.

You still pout, tapping the touchable screen to even out the weird lighting as another cloud covers the sun, again.

Maybe giving their punishment out on the balcony wasn’t such a good idea.

As you look down to the floor below them, seeing the once growing puddle of cum slowly be pushed by the wind to trail off towards the side of the balcony, seeping through the small opening and probably dripping feets below is what keeps you positive, happy knowing people will eventually look up and wonder ‘what the fuck is going on?’

Well, either the drying cum gives away your dirty activities or it’s Todoroki’s wailing as an orgasm is ripped out of him forcibly.

Pity nothing comes from his tip, not since some time ago.

They both thought they deserve to cum and be satisfied?

Maybe you should’ve put the cock rings on them before making them come the first two times, but their reactions and frustration with how little some cum leaves or how their body reacts with the dry convulsions makes you giggle in pride.

Pretty babes.

“Todoroki, shut up. You’ll make the neighbors look over- oh! Oh, that’s what you want? I understand.”

And poor Todoroki is just shaking his head way too fast, enough to give him whiplash, but you just snicker as you reach over to a white box.

An unfamiliar white box.

Bakugou’s eyeing Todoroki in pity, wondering what the other will have to endure as he keeps trying to fight off his orgasm.

How he’s doing it, he has no clue. But god his dick hurts.

He’s been wanting to cum for the past 30 minutes, but with the way he resents this stupid cock ring, he’d rather not humilliate himself in front of you and figure out how else to please you.

Maybe he should offer to eat you out?

The way his body is super tense and his breathing is shallow doesn’t escape your attention, less how much pity is showing itself on his face as he shakes his face in disapproval with Todoroki’s recent dry orgasm.

Good thing you invested in this double dildo.

Neither of the boys take notice with how you’re lubing the dildo that looks like it’d belong to you. It’s quite pretty, long and thick enough to hopefully please your boys.

Even if they won’t get to cum.

“Bakugou,” you start, smiling as you watch his once bright eyes suddenly darken as shock takes over his face.

What the

“Fuck is that?!” He yells out, accidentally letting his body relax as it finally submits to the vibrations of the toy, his yell turning into an unbroken series of high-pitched moans, his hips losing control with how incredibly close he is.

“A double dildo, baby. Look! It even looks like if I’d be fucking you two, isn’t that fun?”

Bakugou shakes his head, gasping ‘no, no, no!’ before he falls forward, balancing himself with his palms as he sobs through his first dry orgasm. Maybe he shouldn’t have held back for so long, not with the way his body unforgivably goes through waves of pure unsatisfied pleasure.

Todoroki, meanwhile, is nodding eagerly, eyes welling up in happy tears at the idea of getting fucked, in getting more pleasure and love from you, even if this is meant to be punishment.

But, why are you exposing them like this?

They forgot your anniversary.

Your 3rd anniversary as a throuple, the anniversary Bakugou swallowed his bite and pride to confess to you how much he loves you and how he’s falling in love with Todoroki too; the anniversary Todoroki finally let loose the dam of emotions and even if a bit tipsy, agreed he too was falling in love with both you and Bakugou, how he hasn’t ever felt so understood, so loved, so safe.

So, yeah, how dare they forget?

But if they wanna be dumb, you’ll help with that.

It’s been a while now since you’ve turned off the vibrators and since you’ve prepped them well enough to take the dildo together.

The scene in front of you is gorgeous, ethereal, sublime.

You just want to ruin them like this everyday.

“Aagh! Ugh! F-fuck! Sl-slow do-own! Haaah~”

“S-sorry! ‘m s-sorry! Ca-an’t! Nnah…”

It’s cute watching them argue a bit, how Bakugou can’t take how fast Todoroki is fucking himself back on the dildo while also pushing the toy deeper into Bakugou. And Todoroki doesn’t actually look sorry, not with how his eyes keep crossing everytime he manages to get the toy to hit his sweet spot.

He’s trying so hard to win your forgiveness by putting up with this, but it’s kind of sad knowing you’re not going to stop anytime soon, or take off the cockrings.

Not like they know anyways.

Bakugou might’ve known, might’ve noticed, with the way he’s trying to keep this dragging as slow and steady as possible; with the way his precum is struggling to escape the confines the cockring gives; with how much his red and miserably hard dick keeps jumping with every push Todoroki’s ass gives him.

You’re lounging about, resisting the urge to get off to the scene in front of you, or else they’d start begging to let them please you as apologies, and knowing how sentimental this day is for you, you know you’d immediately give in.

But this is punishment for their forgetfulness.

So, as the cherry on top of this cum covered balcony sex sundae, you’ll also forget about them.

It lasted for a while as you got bored with how neither of them seemed to be reaching another orgasm.

If only the dildo had a vibration option.

But the vibrators still taped on their dicks will have to do.

So you turn them back on, and oh would you look at that! The cockrings could also vibrate.

The pleasure-filled scream coming from Bakugou and the cute, drawled whine of your name Todoroki lets out makes you feel grateful for thinking ahead, kinda.

Now both boys are writhing against each other, different ways to let out their desperations and dying need to properly cum manifesting in either rapid fucking on the dildo to simply submitting to the minstruations of the other party.

To put it in better, shorter words, Bakugou took the reigns in fucking the dildo in such rigor and strength that made Todoroki lay on his chest, ass still up as he simply took everything Bakugou kept pushing into him, mouth opened as hiccups and drool escaped. His eyes settle onto your form, watering as more tears gather on his waterline before dropping to the ground his face is resting on.

It feels so good, so, so good he can’t believe this is punishment. Even if he hasn’t been able to properly cum for some time now, he still thinks you’re being nice with them. Must be because of the anniversary that you sadly reminded them of.

He’s trying his best to push back on the dildo, wanting Bakugou to feel just as good as him, just as fucked as him.

And everytime the toy hits him just right, Todoroki sees stars, feels an all too familiar tingly sensation as he tries to grab his dick, but when you turn the vibrator up even more, his hands just lay on the ground, nails raking as he tries gripping on something, anything.

He really, really, really needs to cum. He wants to cum.

Keep being a good boy for you.

But all he gets is a choked sob of your name leaving his mouth as his eyes roll to the back of his head, eyebrows furrowed upwards as the strongest orgasm takes over his body, he’d be convinced there’s an earthquake happening. Small whimpers of how much it hurts leaves his mouth soon after, his dick twitching pathetically as it slowly becomes purple, barely a dribble of cum managing to escape.

Bakugou is in no good shape either, loudly moaning and crying out how good you’re fucking him, how he’s taking your cock, how good he is being, to please, please, please let him cum.

But actually cum, to let him contaminate the floor even more with his sperm, to let him taste it even, if that would make you happy and forgive him.

He’s close to wailing by now, hips going impossible faster as he forgets all about poor Todoroki riding out his high.

And the moment you turn on the vibrators intensity, he gets dizzy, breath getting stuck in his throat as his brain tries to process the spiraling of his warm, hot orgasm growing too much, burning him everywhere as if it were lava.

Small sparks sound on his fingertips as he howls and gets hurled into his own orgasm, back arching and head thrown back as his eyes roll to the back of his head.

He didn’t even notice the tears rolling down his cheeks, not with how his mind only cares about how good yet bad this orgasm feels.

Not even how loud his high-pitched wails of how good it feels, how much it hurts, is enough to alarm anyone near the radius of this defiling act.

Both boys are left shuddering or twitching through their intense dry orgasm, the way their bodies react with the built up cum in their dicks, with how hot and how wreckless they’re becoming with their quirks.

Still connected with the dildo, neither move, unless it’s some pathetic hump to help drag the orgasm a little more before they try to even remember what letter your name begins with.

Bakugou’s whimpering.

Todoroki’s crying silently.

Both blinking the haze out of their vision as they remember about the buzzing, about the relentless feeling on their really, really sensitive dicks.

Bakugou’s crying now.

Todoroki’s just busy mewling like a slut by now.

And when they both turn to look at you, they gasp so loudly one of them begins choking on air and the other with saliva.

Where’d you go?!

Come back!

And ‘come back’ and ‘forgive us’ is the only thing anyone could possibly hear for the next few hours as they fuck the dildo and let the vibrators do their job in milking more and more orgasms out of them.

If only they’d look closer, they would’ve seen a post-it note stuck on the tripod of the camera telling them you went to the kitchen and that they better come crawling.

Oh well, you’re enjoying the view anyways as you sip on some liquor of your liking, turning off the vibrators as you slowly walk to the balcony.

The sun’s beginning to set. You’re not that cruel in letting them fuck each other in the cold.

The bedroom is much better, and comfier.

Perfect for you to finish the job and let them finally, finally, get their deserving orgasms.

You’ll be sure to milk out

Every.

Single.

Drop.

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👄 💀 ☕️ 🔥 idkkk if this is weird but I thought it’d be interesting ahh

to know you (spencer reid x unsub!reader)

prompts: I'm also combining it with this anon request since they ended up being super similar: 👄sharing their first kiss, 🗣️ having an argument, ☁️ enemies to lovers and 🔥 slow burn

summary: when spencer needs to work with reader to catch the real unsub, he finds she may be more than just a criminal.

category: angst with happy ending

pairing:reid x fem!unsub!reader

content warnings: language, allusions to past trauma (kept vague), a bit anti-police in the middle there, violence, brief character death, questionable medical happenings

word count: 2.7k

a/n: sorry this took so long, i hope it was worth the wait!! it wasn't weird at all, the combo made me really think but i really like how it turned out

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There was never anyone more infuriating than you, of that Spencer was sure. If it weren’t for the consequences looming over the entire team, he’d be more than happy to let you be arrested for the vigilante-ism you’d taken to.

There was also no way to catch this unsub without you, so for now he was stuck unlocking the cuffs from around your wrists.

“Don’t look so upset, sour puss,” you told him with a smirk, causing Spencer to roll his eyes. He’d dealt with unsubs like you before, he knew exactly how to handle you. People like this thought they were so brilliant—so mysterious and tough—when really they were the easiest to read. Vigilantes were often hurt by the same kind of person they often hunted down. They were emotional criminals, easy to trap. “Who knows, maybe you’ll actually like me by the end of this.”

“I wouldn’t hold your breath,” Spencer shot back easily.

“You don’t have to keep acting, Spencer, I know you’re at least a little interested.”

“It’s Dr. Reid,” he corrected as he guided you through the halls of the BAU. It felt wrong to have you here without cuffs, as though you were just like any other woman; as if you didn’t have red-stained hands.

“I forgot how touchy people with their doctorate can be about titles,” you laughed and at this point, Spencer wasn’t sure if he could last through the case if it would be like this the entire time. He couldn’t even pinpoint what it was exactly about you that infuriated him, just that his blood boiled whenever you were around.

“Are you capable of not talking for more than two minutes?” Spencer snapped, wishing that any other agent was able to go undercover with you.

“I don’t know, I’ve never tried.”

“Maybe you should.”

The club was far too loud for Spencer’s liking. The two of you were dressed for a night out, his hair styled back off of his face. Eventually, both of you would have to speak to one of the unsubs to see if he’d give up his partner. For now, though, the two of you were told to enjoy the club.

While you were ready to bolt to the dance floor after retrieving your drink, Spencer was quick to wrap his hand around your wrist and guide you over to one of the few empty tables, in the back with plenty of space to watch the crowd for your targets.

“Who goes to a club and doesn’t dance?” you complained, still having no problems sipping on your drink.

“I don’t dance.”

“Have you ever tried?”

“I don’t need to. It’s not part of this.” Why wouldn’t you just leave it alone? Spencer didn’t understand you sometimes. It didn’t even seem like you were trying to antagonize him on purpose, but rather were genuinely interested in finding the answer. He wasn’t sure he liked that any better, though.

“Do you always think about the job? Is any part of your life separate from it?”

“I’m not going to talk about me,” Spencer tried to shut down the conversation. The quicker they could get to Rogers, their target, the sooner he could get far from you. The feeling that built up in his chest when you were around was so unfamiliar and a little scary, it wasn’t something Spencer was ready to think about yet.

“Okay, we’ll talk about me. I used to be just like you, all uptight and desperate to please my bosses. Then I realized they were all using me, and they’d use me until I was nothing. It’s much more freeing this way.”

“You’re killing people,” Spencer hissed back, unable to accept that choosing to be a rogue vigilante was really the best option for you.

“So are you. You just get paid to do it.”

“It’s different. We’re different.” How could his job be anything like what you do? Spencer saved lives, not take them. He only took lives when he needed to, when the villains were so bad they refused to live without hurting and taking. They were different, Spencer was sure of it.

“Are we? You don’t know anything about me other than what I do on weekends.”

“I don’t need to know anything else.”

“No, you’re scared to humanize me. You’re scared you might actually see something you like,” you pushed, smirking at the way Spencer’s cheeks flushed hot with frustration.

“I’m not scared of you.”

“So ask me something personal.”

“What’s your favorite color?” he sighed.

“That’s not personal. Try again, champ.”

“Okay, um...what do you do to relax?”

“You mean after drinking the blood of my victims?” Spencer scoffed, eyes widening as if he couldn’t truly believe what you were saying. Just when he thought you could be normal, you were off saying things like that. “I’m joking, c’mon, Dr. Reid. I’d say my favorite thing to do is put on some comfy clothes and curl up on the couch with a good book.”

“You read?”

“I used to be an English teacher, what did you expect? And don’t say you didn’t know, that was definitely in my fancy FBI criminal file somewhere.” It was in your file. Spencer remembered reading it and wondering how a teacher with so many awards turned into a killer. For so long, he couldn’t imagine you as anything other than the woman who held knives to mens’ throats. Now, it was far too easy to picture you cuddled up with a fuzzy blanket, reading one of his favorite books that he had memorized by now.

“I didn’t think you kept reading.”

“I didn’t become a different person when I started doing this,” you told him. “I’m still me, I just...I refuse to let men like that continue to hurt other women like me.”

Spencer knew what happened to you. He’d read it and found himself momentarily rooting for the wrong team. You didn’t deserve what happened to you, and the men you were killing were certainly horrible people, but Spencer just couldn’t reason out the way you were going about finding justice. “Why didn’t you just go to the police when you found out what those men were doing?”

“They didn’t believe me when it actually happened to me, why would they trust my word now?”

“I would’ve,” Spencer reassured you softly, hoping you understood now that the people who had abandoned you did not represent everyone. He wished his team had been around to take your case, that they could have stopped all of this hurt in its tracks. He wished you were believed from the start.

“Well, then for a cop you’re not so bad, Pretty Boy.”

“Don’t call me that,” Spencer snapped, the nickname enough to snap the moment in two and spark hurt deep in his chest. Though he still saw Derek often, it wasn’t the same now that his friend was no longer working at the BAU.

“Yikes, okay. Didn’t take you for someone with toxic masculinity syndrome.”

Spencer sighed, knowing he didn’t have to explain anything to you but for some reason feeling as though he wanted to. It didn’t sit right with him that you would think that way of him. “I’m not,” he answered, “It’s...you wouldn’t get it.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Because you don’t—you’re not capable.”

“Not capable of what, Dr. Reid?” you asked, voice sharper than he was used to hearing it. Clearly, you were expecting what was about to come from him next. “What am I not capable of?” you dared him again, pressing until he finally blurted the words out.

“You’re not capable of caring about anyone.”

As soon as he said it, regret flashed through Spencer’s core. He watched as your entire face crumpled for half a second before it hardened stronger than it had been before. “Let’s get this over with, I want to go home,” you spoke, voice numb which was more frightening than any sort of anger Spencer had been expecting.

So he stood, only barely wincing as you looped your arm through his as if he hadn’t just been cruel to you. The pair of you walked back over to the bar, and Spencer let you take charge for now. You knew how to get to the back room of the club, knew how to request a meeting with the owner of it. It was why they’d allowed you to become a CI in the first place, knowing you were their best shot at taking down a major unsub.

This was important, so all Spencer could do was follow you to the back of the club and hope what happened between you two got better when the job actually started.

It didn’t get much better when the undercover mission started, either. In fact, it was almost worse. The backroom of the club smelled heavily of old tobacco and weed, and there were enough bodyguards to make every muscle in Spencer’s body tense from where he sat. It wasn’t often the team had to take cases like these. If it weren’t for the high-profile victims, the BAU likely wouldn’t have been handed the case at all. The initial thought was that you were the unsub, but already the case was unraveling into a far more dangerous answer. With one wrong move, the both of you were dead, simple as that.

Yet despite all of that, you were completely relaxed perched on Spencer’s lap. His arms were snaked around you, holding on around your waist. The dress you were wearing was gorgeous, though the revealing cut of it meant he could feel the heat of your thighs through his pants.

“I don’t know why you’re pressing so much, Y/N,” the man in front of you spoke, hand around his glass of whiskey tightening. Spencer slipped his right hand a little further back on your body, trying to position it as close to his concealed weapon as he could without being obvious.

He wasn’t liking where this was going at all.

“I told you, Rogers, I don’t like where this is headed. They’re asking around, and you know whose names they have? Ours. We’re gonna take the fall for this if it all goes to shit,” you pressed, and Spencer fought to keep down a smile. It was impressive, the way you were able to work the situation without any proper training. He knew actual agents who couldn’t do what you were doing.

“So make sure it doesn’t go to shit,” Rogers pushed back, scoffing and rolling his eyes as if that were a worthy answer.

“It already is!” you yelled, standing from your spot on Spencer’s lap. Before he could stop you, you were surging forward into the unsubs space, staring him down with such intensity Spencer was sure he himself would have folded under your gaze.

The criminal did no such thing. Instead, he reached out and his hand connected with your cheek so strongly you stumbled backward. It would bruise, of that Spencer was sure.

He was also sure that for once, he was seeing red not because of you, but for you. And before he could consider the repercussions, Spencer was pulling out his gun and training it on Rogers.

The calm demeanor on the other man should have sent warning signals through Spencer, but for now, he was only focused on the way you were getting to your feet, hand still cradling your hurt cheek.

“You cheeky little traitor bitch,” Roger spit toward you, “you brought an undercover in here, didn’t you?”

“What, you thought I’d talk to you alone?” you refused to back down, even when Spencer was practically begging with his eyes for you to.

“Put your hands up, Rogers,” Spencer ordered, “You’re under arrest for assault.”

“I’ll be under arrest for a lot more than that when I’m finished with you two,” the other man threatened, and Spencer could only hope that the wire was working well enough that the rest of the team would come in as backup soon.

Spencer heard the shot before he felt anything. The man just to the outside of his vision had lifted a gun and he didn’t even notice. His body tensed up, waiting for the all-too-familiar burn of a bullet wound to surge through his body.

It didn’t happen, however. Instead, Spencer heard a small whimper from just in front of him.

“Good riddance, bitch,” Rogers spat before taking off with his henchmen, leaving Spencer alone in this far-too overstimulating room with you on the ground.

How had it hit you? The gun had been obviously leveled at his chest, the bullet should have killed him. It should have hit him, unless—

“You took a bullet for me,” Spencer gasped, dropping to his knees beside you. There was so much blood, too much of it leaking out of the wound in your shoulder. It must have nicked a dangerously important blood vessel, reducing your chances to a scary number.

Keeping in fashion with surprising him, you let out a breathy laugh. “How’s that for not caring about anyone?”

Were you already in shock? The words didn’t make sense in Spencer’s brain, didn’t connect with what he already knew to be true. “You care about me?” he asked, voice shaking as he applied pressure to the wound. He could hear the footsteps of his team rushing through the building, likely having taken off as soon as the sound of a gunshot went off.

“What, you think I flirt with just anyone? Actually, don’t answer that,” you winced, letting out a sharp cry as he applied more pressure to the injury. Spencer felt guilt claw deep in his chest, but there was no way to slow the bleeding without the pressure. “I wanna die thinking you saw something good in me.”

“You’re not dying, Y/N,” Spencer spoke, never sounding more sure of anything else in his life, “and don’t try to prove me wrong just because you can.”

“You know me so well, Doc.”

“I don’t, I don’t know anything about you but I want to,” Spencer was practically begging now, tears coming to his eyes at the thought that this would be the end of their story. It wasn’t even clear if this would work out—you two were so different—but he couldn’t let you die without knowing. “You’re so infuriating. Since I met you, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. There’s something about you.”

“I’m guessing it’s not my career choice.”

“How can you still be joking like this?” Spencer laughed through the tears, shaking his head. You didn’t even seem upset at the very real chance of this being the end.

“Hey, Spencer, can I ask you for a favor?”

“Anything,” and he meant it, because his team was there now but the paramedics were still making their way back to the room after the danger was cleared.

“Can you kiss me?” So he did, bending down over you and pressing tear-stained lips to yours. Spencer tried not to think about the fact that yours felt a little colder than what they should, but instead on the way that this felt more right than a kiss ever had before. He kissed you until the paramedics were pushing him out of the way.

Until the paramedics were performing chest compressions. Until they were trying everything they could to resuscitate you. It felt like every breath they were pumping into you came directly from Spencer’s chest, leaving him gasping around nothing. It wasn’t until you were strapped to a board and carried out, heart pumping again, that Spencer came to life again.

And it wasn’t until he was sitting beside your hospital bed, knowing with certainty that you’d make it out of this alive, that he felt truly okay again.

And when you woke up again, Spencer took your hand in his and asked, “Hey, Y/N, can you do me a favor?”

“Uh, I’m a little limited on options here but yeah.”

“Never take a bullet for me again,” he spoke, causing you to laugh around the fog of painkillers pumping through you.

“I can do that, Spencer.”

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Stumbling West

Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader

Chapter 10

Sweet Sound of Silence

i.e. Season 8 Episode 1

Chapter summery: A new agent is introduced and some relationship rules get blurred.

TW: Talks of criminal minds case, typical criminal minds jargon,

AN: This is sort of just a chapter to introduce Blake to the story but there is some relationship fluff that I love :)

word count: 2,186

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“How’s Emily doing?”

“Brilliant and lovely.”

You, JJ, and Reid greet Derek and Penelope when they enter the bullpen. They have just spent the last 10 days in London, with Emily.

After JJ’s wedding, she decided to take the INTERPOL job to run the London office. You’re sad to see your friend leave, but you know it’s what is best for her. She died, not physically, but who she once was is gone now and she needs to be able to find herself again. You support her 100% in this decision.

“Her apartments off the chain.” Morgan tells all of you, only to be interrupted by Garcia, “You mean her flat.”

Conversation goes on a little more, Presents are handed out, when Garcia sobers up, going and asking about your new teammate, Alex Blake, “How’s the new? Is she nice?”

“Yeah, she is.” JJ responds to her.

“I’m just asking.” Garcia defends herself, putting her hands up, “Reid do you know she was recruited when she was 24?”

“I’ve guest lectured in her forensic linguistics class before.”

Garcia rolls her eyes, “Of course you have ‘cause she’s a professor and an agent, which is so impressive.”

“No, really, she’s great.” You try and reassure your dramatic friend.

“Well you would think that! You both graduated from Berkeley and you both got recruited by the government at young ages. Now you guys and Reid will probably form a doctors club and have inside jokes-“

“Oh a doctors club.” Reid pipes in while Garcia keeps going, not noticing the person walking up behind her.

“- And my point is, clearly, she is smart and capable, but is she nice?”

Morgan clears his throat, putting his hand on his face to hide his laughing.

“Oh dear god this is happening, where I keep talking and the person is behind…” Garcia trails off as she turns around, coming face to face with Blake, “…me”

You and Reid make eye contact, both turning away and walking towards your desks before the conversation could get more awkward.

Just as you are about to sit down, Rossi and Aaron come through the doors, “Don’t unpack.”

The team makes there way to the round table, as Aaron stands in front, arms crossed over his chest, to give the case details, “A few hours ago there was a prison transfer to the county hospital in Abilene, Texas. The ambulance crashed and the prisoner escaped.”

You grab the file from Erin Strauss as she passes it to you. She’s been showing her face around the team more often since the bank robbery, and you’re not entirely sure how to feel about that. Based off the cold shoulder you see Blake give her, you’re not the only one. Though that seemed more personal than bureaucratic related.

“Aren’t the US Marshals on this?”

“Yes they are, but they need your help because his is what they found inside.”

Video of the crime scene gets pulled up, and everyone sees the inside of the ambulance.

Well that’s not good.

“So the prisoner is the silencer.” You state, bit of intrigue in your voice.

“Or it’s a copycat.” Rossi theorizes.

Aaron shakes his head, “Forensics confirmed it’s the same unique double knot Ligature he used in the last three murders.”

“His last known victim was in 2004 and he was never caught.” Reid shares.

When you land in Texas you, Reid, and Dave, all go to check out John Doe’s cell at the prison. The cell is filled with books and papers, each piece pointing to a solitary existence. He liked being alone, escaping his mind through other peoples words.

“The most worn book is ‘The Count of Monte Cristo.” You point out, flipping through the pages.

“Of course it is.” Rossi says ironically, picking up some of the notebooks on the shelf, “The lead characters only purpose was to seek vengeance. Maybe he relates.”

“It’s in French.”

The older man raises his eyebrows at that, “Didn’t see that coming. Looks like he wrote a lot too.”

“He’s been pent up physically and verbally far too long.” Reid states.

“So he gets into his first fight within days of being here. It got him a weeks worth of solitary.”

Reid tilts his head, “That pattern escalated until he eventually killed an inmate, got out of solitary and killed another.”

“So he silenced his victims before he gets inside. His actions get him silenced while he’s here. Ironic?” Rossi wonders.

You shrug, “His two forms of expression are silence and rage. Maybe his writings will tell us why.”

The three of you gather the notebooks and make your way to the precinct.

If there is one thing you hate about your job, it’s the motel showers. Most of the cases you are called in on are in small suburban areas, which means you stay in the towns local motel 6’s, instead of hotels. Hotels at least have the decency to have proper water pressure, even if they are bad at everything else. But motels? Never.

The crime scene you and the team went to tonight was, a lot, to put it mildly, and the only thing you wanted once you got back to where you and the team were staying, was a hot shower, to wash off all the gross that comes with this job. But stepping out of the shower now, you don’t feel as good as you were hoping to.

The water was luke warm at best, and the low pressure didn’t make you feel like you were actually getting clean, nor did the shower calm you like you were hoping. With an annoyed huff and a shake of your head, you go through with the rest of your nightly routine, before putting on your pajamas, soft shirt and shorts, hoping to maybe get a few good hours of sleep tonight to lift your mood.

Just as you are leaving the small bathroom, there is a knock on your door. You grab your gun that is on one of the bedside tables, not expecting anyone to be knocking this late, everyone you know should be sleeping, before walking towards the door and looking out the peephole.

Seeing who is on the other side, you open the door with a questioning look on your face, greeting your boyfriend, who is also wearing his pajamas, “Hey?”

Aaron smiles at you, eyes taking in your legs, before moving up to your face, “Hi.”

A small chuckle leaves your mouth, opening the door wider to allow him to walk in, “What are you doing here?”

Aaron, your wonderful boyfriend, that you love very much, also happens to be your boss, and you both made a rule when you started seeing each other.

When on a case, stay completely professional.

The lines got blurred a bit during the bank case. And during the last case in Seattle, when one of the local cops wouldn’t stop flirting with you. Aaron kissed you on the cheeks in front of him, when you were handing him a file. Aaron Hotchner can be a possessive man when he wants to be, not that you minded, the cop was annoying you.

Lucky for you, the rest of the team wasn’t in the department, but you have a feeling JJ knows there’s something going on between you and your boss. It’s really just a matter of time before the rest of the team finds out. You told Emily, before she left for London, and although she promised to keep it a secret, she did let it slip that she knew you were attracted to one another. You figure the rest have picked up on that too.

But, you both agreed to the rules, knowing that although it’s not technically against protocol, it is highly frowned upon. It’s why he refers to you by your last name at work and you call him Hotch in front of the others.

“What? I can’t come say goodnight to my girlfriend, that I only got to see today very briefly?”

You raise your eyebrows amusingly at him, “You can. But aren’t you the one that made these rules so we wouldn’t blur the lines on the job?”

“I know.” Aaron sighs, shoulders dropping, “But I missed you.”

This makes you pout at him, heart warming. He reaches out and grabs your waist, pulling you closer to him, “Plus, the lines are already blurred.” He says, resting his forehead on yours, “I’m pretty sure they were blurred the moment you walked into the conference room looking for Derek.”

This pulls a laugh from you, as you reach up and place a quick kiss to his lips, “I do remember thinking you were very attractive with that beard.”

He smirks at you, dropping another sweet kiss to your lips, “And what about without the beard?”

“The most handsome man.”

Aaron shakes his head at you, eyes gazing at you lovingly, “This is highly inappropriate of me to ask,” He jokes sarcastically, before his voice turns soft, “Can I just stay and hold you tonight?”

And there goes your heart again. Breaking into tiny pieces by this sweet, sweet, man in front of you. You swear he tries to make you cry on purpose or something.

“You don’t have to ask babe. You’re always welcome.”

You both fell asleep to the sound of the silent hotel room, and the rhythm of your heartbeats beating together.

With a kiss to your forehead and a small, “See you later.” Aaron sneaks out of your room before your alarm even sounds.

There was yet, another murder committed in the middle of the night, and now you and the team are around the conference room, given to you by the local police, trying to figure out where this John Doe is going next.

“ Ok, so he leaves words until today. Maybe he’s closer to what he’s looking for?” JJ shares her theory.

You shrug, “He could have already found it.”

“If he feels satisfied, he may disappear.” Morgan nods, going off your thought.

Blake hums thoughtfully, “We’re too close to let that happen.”

“Alright, then we go back to the first kills.” Aaron proposes, “3 women, late 40s, all working class. Mothers, Brunettes, beaten and left in a ditch. That was his message. He hated them.”

“Maybe he’s not targeting the women anymore because he already killed the person he blames?” You wonder.

“Most likely his mother.” Blake states.

Aaron nods, dialing the office phone in front of him, “We should have Garcia run all of the victims names again.”

“At your service.” Her voice comes through the speaker.

“Pull up the ‘04 victims.”

You hear her typing, “Done.”

“We need a list of their children.”

“Ok, next of kin, state welfare, give me a sec.” More typing is heard before she speaks again, “Gotcha! Ok. Some were put into foster care after their moms died, runaways, truancy, not good.”

“Any incarcerated?”

“A handful. Do you have anymore parameters?”

“Uh, not yet.” Aaron tells her, “Just send us the list.”

You all look through the files of the first victims, going over them together and looking through their family history. Trying to find anything that could lead you to the guy or what it was he was looking for.

The ending to the case is a somber one. You were able to save a fathers life, and his children from witnessing it be taken away. But your John Doe, who’s real name is John Myers, didn’t have the same fate. You saw that Aaron was rattled by it. Not being able to save everyone, even the bad. But there wasn’t much support you were able to give him in front of the team.

Which is why you were a bit surprised when he sat across from you on the plane. He usually takes the loner seat in the back to spread out and do paperwork uninterrupted, but you welcomed the close proximity. You would feel his gaze on you briefly every few minutes, or a foot nudge your leg here or there. Anytime you would look up though, he would be looking down at the file in front of him, doing his work. The only evidence of his mischief being a small amused smile on his face.

When you finally did catch his eye, the plane was getting ready to land, it was full of warmth and tenderness. You sent a fond smile his way, hoping it would display exactly what you wanted to tell him in that moment, but weren’t willing to risk the prying ears of the team surrounding you.

I love you.

Your wish being granted by the small nod and discreet wink sent back to you.

I know.

Gathering your things to get off and head to the SUV outside that will take you back to headquarters, Aaron filed in behind you on the way out, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “Come over tonight?”

You turn your head slightly to look back at him, sending him a small nod and a wink of your own.

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Series Summary: After being arrested, Spencer Reid desperately tries to get back home to his daughter, Camellia, who was placed into foster care in your home.

Pairing: Single!Dad!Spencer x Foster!Mom!Reader

Content/Warnings: mentions of abandonment, unwanted sexual advances (outside character to spencer), swearing, mentions of cheating (doesn’t actually happen), happy ending

Word Count: 2.4k

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Chapter 10

You woke up with Spencer’s arm lazily draped over your waist. Rain was pitter-pattering against the window.

You rolled over and cuddled yourself into Spencer’s chest.

“Good morning,” he hummed contently.

“G’morning,” you sleepily mumbled.

“Is my little angel tired from last night?” he asked.

“Very,” you nodded, “Do we have to pick Callie up from her sleepover?”

“She’s staying there until after her soccer practice. I have to go back to my house and get some more clothes to bring over here but other than that, my day is wide open,” he gently stroked your hair.

“I just have two appointments later in the day so I’ll have to go into the office this afternoon,” you yawned.

“I’ll make us breakfast,” Spencer tried to shift out from underneath the covers.

“Or…” you wrapped your arms around him once again, “We can get breakfast on the way to your house and then I get some extra cuddle time.”

“Sounds good to me,” Spencer pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Um hello?” Spencer asked as you both approached the woman standing at his front door.

She turned around and Spencer’s eyes practically bulged out of his head.

“Spencer!” she ran to hug him.

Spencer refused to unclasp his hand from yours, making it very clear he had no intention to return the hug.

“What are you doing here, Austin?”

Austin. This was Callie’s mother. The woman who abandoned them both.

“I’m in between jobs right now, figuring out my purpose in life, you know? I just took a bus and ended up back here again. Got me thinking I should stop by and check in,” she smiled like this was just a casual visit from a friend.

“You wanted to stop by after 11 years and no goodbye?” Spencer asked incredulously.

“I could also use a place to crash for a few days. How’s Camellia doing? Does she still do that thing where she twitches her little nose? I always loved that.”

“Don’t act like you know my daughter at all,” Spencer seethed.

“Spencer,” you got in between them, putting your hands on his chest to calm him down.

You turned to Austin, “One second.”

You led Spencer back down the steps, “Look, I know what she did was very wrong but she did give you the greatest gift of all, Callie, so maybe you could invite her over for dinner and she could just sleep on the couch for the night?”

“Just one night?” Spencer confirmed.

“If you don’t do this now, Callie will probably just track her birth mother down later in life without you there to supervise. Lots of my past foster kids have and it doesn’t always end well.”

“Fine,” Spencer relented, heading back up the front steps.

“You can stay with us for one night,” Spencer emphasized, “I will be watching you the whole time you’re with Callie.”

“Deal!” She clapped her hands excitedly.

“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you introduced yourself, opting to not give a label.

“Nice to meet you,” she replied with a sickeningly sweet smile.

She loaded her few bags of belongings into the back of the car as you and Spencer grabbed some more of his clothes from inside.

Spencer opted to drive so you headed to the passenger side. Austin grabbed the car door handle at the same time as you.

“Oh I’m sorry, were you going to sit here?” she feigned politeness.

“Yeah, I was,” you narrowed your eyes.

Spencer rolled the window down, “Austin, there’s plenty of room in the back.”

“Oh, of course!” she nodded enthusiastically.

You buckled as Spencer placed his hand on your thigh, in view of Austin. You settled in for the most awkward car ride of your life.

“Can’t you cancel? Please don’t leave me here with her,” Spencer begged as you got ready to go in for work.

“I would if they were just check-ups but Timmy has a rash I need to check out and I need to write a script so Jessica can get a refill on her medication. If you really don’t want to be alone with her, come with me,” you replied.

“I would but I also don’t trust her enough to leave her alone in your house,” Spencer sighed.

“I’ll be back in an hour,” you kissed him, “An hour and a half tops.”

“What do I even say to her?”

“You don’t have to say much. You’re already being generous enough to let her see Callie for the night. Just make dinner while I’m gone. You could offer her a bath or something if you want her to get out of your hair,” you suggested.

Spencer had offered Austin a bath so he didn’t have to deal with the awkward silence while you were gone.

He got to work cooking Rossi’s famous pasta for dinner, dicing onions and boiling the water. He would check the clock every minute and started a countdown in his head of when you would return home.

He heard the water drain from the tub upstairs.

Fuck, he thought, at least 10 more minutes until you’re home.

Austin sauntered down the stairs after her bath in just her bra and underwear, wearing one of Spencer’s unbuttoned dress shirts over top.

Spencer’s hands flew to cover his eyes, “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Hopefully you,” she smirked.

“I have a girlfriend, well it’s not official yet but I am very much committed to her,” Spencer stated.

“If it’s not official,” she drew closer, “Then, this wouldn’t be cheating.”

“I don’t care if it’s technically not cheating. I only have interest in Y/N,” Spencer spoke firmly, his hands still over his eyes.

“Just once, Spence…for old time’s sake,” she whispered in his ear.

“No,” Spencer backed up further into the pot of sauce he was cooking for dinner, spilling a bit of the hot liquid on himself.

Spencer opened his eyes at the burning sensation, “Now look what you did,” he sighed frustratedly, starting to undo the buttons of his shirt, “I have to soak this before it stains. I can’t believe you. Why would you think this is okay?”

“Just go wash your shirt, Spencer,” Austin rolled her eyes.

Spencer, being so angry, didn’t hear the door open.

“I’m not finished with you, Austin,” he stared her down.

He heard a squeak from the other side of the room. You were standing there, fresh tears running down your face.

Spencer looked down at his unbuttoned shirt, Austin’s lack of clothes, and recalled the last thing he said.

“Y/N, it’s not what it looks like-” he tried to run after you but you were already out the door, slamming it behind you.

Spencer scrambled outside to where you were starting your car back up again.

“Y/N,” he frantically tapped against the car window, “Please let me explain.”

You didn’t even turn to face him, shifting the car into reverse and peeling out of the driveway.

Spencer stormed back inside, grabbing Austin’s bags, “Get the fuck out of Y/N’s house and get the fuck out of my family’s life.”

“But Callie isn’t even home yet,” she argued.

“Good,” Spencer yelled, “Because it took you less than 3 hours for your true colors to show again. You care about nothing! You didn’t want anything to do with us then so you don’t get to have anything to do with us now,” Spencer escorted her towards the door, “I will not hesitate to file for a restraining order if I see you near me, Y/N, or my daughter ever again.”

“Can I at least change?” she asked as Spencer threw her bags on the front step.

“You were plenty comfortable showing me who repeatedly told you no so might as well show the whole neighborhood,” he slammed the door in her face.

How dare he? In your house. Probably in your bed.

You went back to your office because Spencer couldn’t even leave you the dignity to retreat back to your own safe space that was now tainted with bad memories.

Luckily, you had a few pairs of spare clothes that you always kept in the office and a fully made cot in case a patient needed to rest. You settled yourself on the bed, letting the tears begin to fall again, drenching your pillow as you let sleep take over.

“Please pick up please please please,” Spencer begged.

“Hi, you’ve reached Dr. Y/N Y/L/N. I can’t come to the phone right now-”

Spencer hung up and hit his head against the steering wheel. He had already said what he needed to say in the previous 20 voicemails, followed by the additional 30 calls he made every 15 minutes, hoping you would pick up.

“At least you’re not blocked?” Callie tried her hardest to put a positive spin on it.

She didn’t know the full story, coming home after soccer practice to see her dad crying on the couch. Spencer told her that her mother had come back and hurt Y/N’s feelings badly because that was essentially what happened, right?

Spencer had been replaying the situation over and over in his head. Yes, it looked bad from the outside perspective but he didn’t think he actually did anything wrong. If only he could find Y/N, explain it to her and have her believe him.

“Have fun at school,” he hugged her goodbye before she hopped out of the car.

“Remember to tell Mrs. Roberts to drop you off at our place, not Y/N’s,” he reminded her.

“Our house is going to feel so dull though. It’s always cold, did you notice that? We don’t even have a cat,” she whined.

“The least we can do is give Y/N her space to process,” Spencer told her, “If she’s ready for us to come back into her life eventually, we’ll gladly take it.”

“If?” Callie grimaced, “How bad did my mother mess this up?”

“I’d rather not say,” Spencer simply stated.

“That sounds promising,” Callie sighed, “Bye, Dad. Love you.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

“Could you give this note to Doctor Y/L/N?” Spencer asked the receptionist.

Y/N,

Your house is cleared out. Despite your previous statement, it is obvious we have overstayed our welcome at the moment. I hope if you give me a chance to explain, it will ease your pain and in turn, mine. I swear to you, angel, nothing happened. I can tell the full story whenever you are ready and I hope you can hear the truth in my voice.

Yours,

Spencer

“Jake Gomez?” he heard you call out.

He turned around to see a little kid hopping out of his seat in the waiting room and following you into the clinic area. You made brief eye contact with him and you looked so broken. It took everything in him not to run up and beg on his knees for your forgiveness.

Callie had a big soccer game coming up and you really wanted to go but you also really didn’t want to see Spencer.

Sure, you got his note but he could easily have lied. It was hard to argue with what you saw right in front of your eyes.

You pulled your hair back into a low bun and wore a hood pulled over a hat as well as sunglasses. You made sure to blend in with the crowd of moms.

You saw Spencer about 2 rows of bleachers down, leaning against the fence. God, why did he have to look so good in jeans?

Despite your sunglasses, one of the moms caught the subject of your stares.

“I’m pretty sure he’s single too,” she nudged you, “If I didn’t have a husband, I would be all over that fine piece of ass.”

You just nervously nodded in response.

The game had gone into overtime. The teams had to take turns shooting on the opposing goalie’s net. Each team must take 5 shots with 5 different players and whoever makes the most wins.

Callie was put in the stressful position of needing to make the shot to win the game for her team. She took her time, lining up the shot and stretching out her legs.

Callie ran in for the kick, faking left and when the goalie dived, she kicked right.

“Score!” the ref announced.

“Yes, Callie!” you stood and screamed in excitement, “That’s what I’m talking about!”

After the initial shock wore off, you realized Spencer was staring directly at you.

You grimaced, “Um excuse me, sorry, excuse me,” you repeated as you tried to quickly get out of the aisle.

“Y/N, please wait!” Spencer ran after you.

“I came for Callie, Spencer, not you,” you huffed, slowing to a walk because the parking lot was up a hill and you weren’t about to sprint the whole way.

“Please, Y/N, let me explain. I miss you so much, it hurts,” he pleaded.

“Oh you’re hurt?” you asked incredulously, “I’m sorry that me leaving after I found you cheating on me hurt you.”

“I didn’t cheat!” Spencer insisted, “She was coming on to me but I rejected her every single time. I was yelling at her for how inappropriate her behavior was, that's what you walked in on.”

“You were yelling at her with your shirt off?”

“I had my eyes covered at first so I wouldn’t see her indecent but I accidentally backed into the sauce and I didn’t want to stain my shirt.”

You sat there in silence, processing his story.

“Please say something. I’ll do anything to make it right, I need you back.”

A tear fell from Spencer’s eye which was followed by many more.

“I think your story is just crazy enough that I believe you,” you spoke.

“Really?” Spencer asked.

“Really,” you outreached your arms for a hug.

Spencer dove into your embrace like it was his air. He cried into your chest for 10 minutes until he finally met your eyes again.

“I’m sorry, I just thought I was never going to get to do this again,” he squeezed you tighter, “I love you, Y/N, and I want you to be my girlfriend. I actually want you to be more than my girlfriend someday but this is a good start for now.”

“I love you too,” you kissed him, “And just curious, what did you have in mind for the future?”

“I’m going to make you my wife someday,” he grinned.

A/N: one chapter left of this series! 🥺❤️

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