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Always thinking about them

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currently obsessed

I knew all along that this would happen from the very moment we met again.

OUR BELOVED SUMMER (그 해 우리는) Before Sunset, dir. Kim Yoon-jin

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@userdramas​ event 04: love ↳ choi ung & kook yeonsu's love story in our beloved summer

everyone has memories from a certain year of their life. they cherish those memories so much that they last a lifetime.

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— “My dream is to bask in the sun during the day and to lie underneath a lamp at night.”

🌿— 🌴 — 🍃

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the interns are back

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Isn't She Pretty, Daddy?

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Teacher f!Reader

Summary: You're a little bit worried about one of your brightest students recently, so you call her Dad to come in for a meeting. Her absolutely adorable - and single - Dad.

Warnings: the birds and the bees as explained by a kindergardener. Some angst about being a single parent.

A/N: Here's another entry for @imagining-in-the-margins Kid Fic Challenge! Dad Spencer has my heart, and I've been in a really fluff forward mood this weekend, evidently! I think I have one more Kid Fic left to go before the end of the challenge, but we'll see what the will of the fanfiction gods is...

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If you were to be asked what the hardest part of being a teacher was, you would, without question or even a second to think, have an answer. Parents. The worst part of teaching is talking to parents. 

Little kids were easy to talk to. They asked questions if they didn't understand things clearly, and they didn't typically say things they didn't mean. Adults were the opposite, and it just so happened that all of your kids' parents were adults. 

Including your most recent problem  child. 

You were used to the kids in your class having some behavior issues - for one, they were kids, it was to be expected that their little bodies couldn't quite handle all of the emotions they were feeling at once. But you were doubly struck by your school area being close to Quantico, meaning half the kids in your care had families with law enforcement backgrounds. 

Absent parents plus growing bodies plus normal kid stress equalled attachment issues, and your problem child Harper Reid was one of your more worrying cases. 

You really hoped everything was okay in the Reid household, so you'd called the little girls parents. She was lovely - honest to god - one of the sweetest little kids you'd ever met. 

Every day she came to school with some older kids and their mom, carpooling on the way in, so you had yet to meet her parents, but you thought that anyone who could produce something that sweet and cute and brilliant couldn't possibly be a bad person. 

You didn't know what to expect, so when her little pigtails peaked around the corner and she came running in, you were momentarily filled with anxiety. 

“MOMMY!” The little girl yelled, launching herself into your arms as soon as she spotted you behind your desk. 

“Hi, Harper! Hi, you must be, Mr. Reid-”

“Doctor, actually, um, but that doesn't really matter. I'm so sorry about this, Harper doesn't usually tackle people.” 

The 3ft tall ball of energy had managed to crawl into your lap and wrap her arms around your neck, so you had to pick her up when you stood to greet her dad. 

“Will your wife be joining us for the meeting today?” You asked, already used to Harper's hugs and general closeness. 

“Oh, no. No, she's not coming. She, uh, doesn't exist. Single father.” 

“Oh my god, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to assume, it's just not on my files-” 

“It's okay, it's a …bit complicated.” 

You took your seat at the desk and gestured to the man to do the same. Finally, looking at him for the first time now that some of your anxiety had died down, you couldn't help but think that Doctor Reid was incredibly attractive. It wasn't one part of his face that stuck out to you as being particularly pretty, just the entire ensemble of it together that took your breath away. Either that of Harper was gripping you so tight she was restricting your ability to breathe, and considering a five year old is not a boa constrictor, this was all dad's fault. 

“So, you said on the phone Harper's been having some problems at school?” 

You snapped your attention back to the issue at hand, searching for the relevant files and pictures you wanted to show the man. Harper turned herself around in your lap and looped her arms around your arm, pulling it in close to use as a pillow. 

“Isn't Miss Y/N so pretty, Daddy?” You froze and flushed in an instant, suddenly so aware of the man's eyes on you. You weren't sure if you were thankful or even more embarrassed that Harper's dad seemed to be even more flushed than you. 

“Daddy? Isn't she pretty?” Harper insisted, and you realized that you both weren't going to get out of this without him answering. 

“Yes, angel. Miss Y/N is very pretty.” The little girl smiled in triumph and nuzzled into your arm even more, happily curled up into your lap like a cat. 

“Hey, Harper. We got a new puzzle delivered yesterday. It's got My Melody and Cinnamaroll on it. They're your favorites, right?” 

The little girl nodded in glee, eyes shining as she hung on your every word. 

“How about you go over to the play area and get it started, and then me and your daddy will come over and help you finish it?” 

In a flash, she'd hopped up out of your lap and wriggled away, shouting a quick “You promised, right?” behind her as she went. 

“I'm so sorry about that, I don't know what's gotten into her, she's usually very shy and-”

“Doctor Reid, it's fine. That's just why I called you in today. Teachers and parents are a team, right, we work together to make sure the kids grow up well, you don't need to apologize to me for that.” 

The man seemed to take a deep breath and nod, to regain his wits about him for a second. 

“Is she… this attached in her regular classes?” 

“Well honestly, she was a bit like that at the beginning of the semester, but she grew out of it after a while. In the last week or so, she fell back into it, and now she's calling me ‘Mommy,’ too. I was wondering if anything happened recently at home that could've led her in this direction, or…”

The man looked a little bashful, but there was a twinge of sadness in his expression that you recognised all too well. 

“Harper, uh, doesn't have a Mom. I adopted her, and it's a long story, but... She's been asking me to get her one recently, because she doesn't really understand all that well? I'm sorry, I didn't know she'd do something like this. I should've done a better job at home-” 

“Doctor Reid, raising a child is hard. It's so hard that humans usually do it in communities, or at least in couples. You're doing it alone, and Harper is already one of the smartest and most empathetic little girls I know. You're doing your job as Dad just fine.” 

The man smiled at you and looked down, quickly wiping away a tear as you gave him a moment of privacy. 

“So. If nothing at home set Harper off, we should probably go and ask her why she's calling me mommy, right?” 

You stood, and he stood with you, leaving his satchel next to his chair and unbuttoning his jacket. 

“Great. Sure, let's go see.”

Walking to the back of the room, you both smiled quietly, looking at the small girl. The 100 piece puzzle you'd guided her to was neatly arranged on the desk, pieces split into edges and centre pieces as she slowly looked at each one with a quietly focused face. Each time she found the piece she was looking for, her smile was bright as she connected it to the small part she was working on. 

“Mommy! Daddy! I can't find the melody's face, can you help me?” 

“Sure, Harper, we'll help you.” You moved to sit beside her at the tiny desks, giggling when the older Reid on Harper's other side struggled to fit himself in the toddler sized chairs. 

Harper assigned you roles, and you all started quietly doing your jobs, waiting for Harper to focus again so you could ask her questions without agitating her. 

“Harper, can you tell your Daddy why you call me Mommy?” 

“Sure! You're Mommy because I want you to marry with Daddy.” 

If you weren't already still flushed from her earlier comments, you certainly were lightheaded with embarrassment now. 

“Harper, that's not how it works-” 

“Yes, it is, Daddy! Henry said so. He said his mommy and daddy were sad one day, but then they were together again and they had a big party called a wedding and now they're happy, and that's why we have Michael.” You didn't quite follow from all the names and the story events, but it was evident that Reid did, so you waited quietly for his explanation. 

“My friend. Her son was at her wedding a few years back. They have another son who is a couple years older than Harper, they come to school together?” 

Your mouth made a small ‘o’ as you slowly filled in the blanks. 

“Harper, you want daddy to have a wedding so he isn't sad anymore?” 

The little girl gave a big nod and a smile, like she was so happy that she was finally being understood. 

“Miss Y/N should marry daddy because he thinks she's pretty. Henry said that was important for a wedding, your mommy has to look beautiful.” You made eye contact with Doctor Reid awkwardly as she spoke, both of you looking away for fear of seeing the embarrassment on each others faces. 

“And Miss Y/N wants a baby. So I will be Miss Y/N's baby, so everyone can be happy!” Harper's kid logic was a little hard to find fault with, but you still had to push back a little. 

“Harper, why do you think I want a baby?” 

“Angie asked you, and you said," the girl pouted, almost frustrated woth habing to answer all these silly questions.

"She asked you why you don't have a baby, and you said that you can only have a baby if you're married and that you wanted to have a baby when you were married. So marry my dad, and I'll be your baby!” 

Harper's smile was so happy and content that you really didn't want to spoil her dream just yet. You continued putting the puzzle together for a few minutes in silence, the full picture nearly being complete now. Harper seemed to fidget a little in her seat next to you, pushing closer and closer to you before tugging on your sleeve. 

You leaned down and she whispered in your ear - though you didn't doubt that her dad heard every word. 

“If you really want, I'm sure we can get another baby like Henry got Michael. I'll ask my dad, but I think it's allowed.” 

The poor man on the other side of the desk had to cover his face with his hands to stop the blush from showing, devolving to just straight up resting his head on the desk when his daughter kept going. 

“A boy is okay, but my dad doesn't really know about boy stuff. Uncle Derek says that my daddy is just a pretty boy with a book brain. We should get another girl, so daddy can be not worry.” 

The more you listened to Harper's adorable family plan, the more you just wanted to squeeze her tight and say yes and give her everything she wanted. 

“Miss Y/N, once again, I'm so sorry for everything, I'll talk with Harper at home about this.” 

“It's okay, I actually find it all very sweet,” you laughed a little and smiled back at him. 

“No, I'm sure your boyfriend would be so uncomfortable if he knew that she was trying to marry you off-” 

“Doctor Reid, are you trying to ask me if I'm single?” 

The small grin that quirked his lips up was nothing if not unfair. He really was a very pretty boy. 

“It was that obvious?” 

“Yep.” You made sure the ‘p’ popped a lot as you both shared a small laugh. Harper looked up between you and smiled, too. 

“So, can you get married now? Henry said you can do it really quickly, like in Grandpa Rossi's garden, and then you can go and do the secret part at home while Auntie Penny looks after me.” 

“Secret part?” 

“To make the other baby, silly!” 

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HOPE ON THE STREET — EP.01

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suga is that type of boyfriend (sfw)

authors note: suga is the best boyfriend ever...can't change my mind.

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suga is the type of boyfriend to never show emotion unless you're around. He's a very closed off person and only ever likes to show you his love and affection.

suga is the type of boyfriend to call you: babe, baby, bear and muffin. He's not too cheesy, but he can't help but call you cute little pet names.

suga is the type of boyfriend to play his guitar for when you're feeling low. Maybe you're on your period or you got a bad grade. He reassures you that it's gonna be ok by playing a small tune.

suga is the type of boyfriend to give you forehead and neck kisses. He can't help but adore you! He'd kiss you every minute if he wanted to.

suga is the type of boyfriend to do your hair (no matter how bad it looks, you love it) he puts your hair into pigtails, braids, buns and so much more.

suga is the type of boyfriend to rock you to sleep. He'll get all cozy in the bed with you and hold you until you fall asleep.

"Baby, you need sleep too." You say, beginning to feel worried about him.

He hums with his eyes closed, "hush, I want you to sleep before me. Now relax and let me do my job, hm?"

"Fine, but don't expect kisses-" you seem a bit mad at him.

He scoffs and kisses you anyway making you giggle; his arms wrapped around you as he pins you on the bed. He kisses you all over!

icon combo by @h-ao

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Ofc!! I love ur writing 💞

❝ FIC REC’S ⌗KIM SEOKJIN!

❛ — ⌗ fluff ★彡

-i am here

-too cool

❛ — ⌗ smut ♪ (´ε｀ )彡

-wedding night

-give me love

❛ — ⌗ dad!seokjin★彡

-first moments with your newborn

-pregnancy with jin

-this photo

-fishing

-girl dad photo

-new arrival

-bts and grace - 25 weeks

❛ — ⌗ angst彡

N/A

❛ — ⌗ headcannons / reactions ✿ 彡

-seokjin masterlist pt ii

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The Morning After

Namjoon x Reader

Summary: Namjoon’s reaction to you waking up sore after a night together.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: +18 mdni, brief smut, overstimulation, swearing, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this!

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It was still early when you woke up, face buried in the pillows as you lay on your stomach, the gentle sound of someone quietly humming your favorite song pulling you from sleep.

Slowly, you cracked your eyes open, searching out the owner of the familiar deep voice, smiling to yourself as your gaze fell on his half dressed figure, his back to you as he rummaged around in his closet.

Finding what he was looking for, he turned back towards the bed, stopping as he caught sight of your sleepy expression watching him.

“Hey.” Joon spoke softly, as if not wanting to wake you any further, coming to kneel in front of you.

“Hey,” You mumbled, stretching slowly. “Where're you going? It’s so early.”

“Just to the gym. Thought I’d get my workout in this morning, so we could have the afternoon together.” He said, smoothing down your hair.

You groaned. “How’re you not tired from last night? I can’t even move.” You replied, earning a chuckle from him.

“Well, that’s why I gotta keep my strength up.” He said, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Namjon!” You couldn’t stop moaning his name. “Fuck, please, Namjoon!” You cried out, feeling his length twitch and pulse inside of you with every sound that left your lips.

You’d been at it for hours, Joon pounding into you from behind as if his life depended on it, pumping into you over and over, twisting you around into every position he could think of, your bodies covered in a sticky sheen of sweat and cum.

“Agh-fuck!” You whimpered, letting your head drop to the mattress, clutching into the sheets beneath you for dear life as he slipped a hand around to circle your poor abused clit.

The feeling was so overwhelming, your whole body felt like it was on fire, every snap of his hips sending a jolt of electricity through you, causing the tension to build up inside of you at an alarming rate.

You’d lost count of how many times he’d made cum, but as he suddenly picked up the pace, slamming into you with enough force to knock the wind out of you, you could feel another rapidly approaching, tears rolled down your face as your body shook in ecstasy.

“Joonie, please, ‘s too much.” You whimpered. “ ‘m gonna cum again.”

He responded by pulling you even closer to him, his fingers digging into your flesh as he dragged you upright against his chest, impaling you on his cock.

“It’s alright, Baby, you can take it.” He panted, pressing messy, wet kisses against the back of your neck. “Just one more for me, please.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, holding in your breath as Joon continued to pound up into your over sensitive pussy.

“F-fuck!” You cried, your body convulsing and going rigid as you came for the nth time around his cock.

"There it is." Joon groaned as you spasmed against him, holding you up as your body went limp from exhaustion. “Good job, Baby.”

Namjoon’s touch pulled your focus back to the present, tracing gently over your cheek down to your lips.

“You want me to bring back coffee and breakfast later?” He asked sweetly.

“Yes, please.” You said sleepily as he stood back up, going to finish packing his gym bag.

You moved to roll over and get out of the bed, letting out the tiniest whimper as you became fully aware of the soreness and sensitivity in your core and legs.

Joon froze at the sound, looking back at you concerned. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, just a little sore.” You said, trying to sound convincing as you stood up, but your legs nearly gave out under you immediately, leaving you staggering back against the bed.

Joon jumped forward, catching you before you fell properly, holding you tightly by the waist.

“Fuck, baby, I thought you were joking!” He said, startled. “Are you okay?”

“I… I think I need to take it easy today.” You admitted weakly.

Joon stared down at you, absolutely stricken as he pulled you closer, holding you gently.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, baby.” He said guiltily. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I’m okay.” You tried to reassure him, but he paid you no mind, picking you up bridal style and carrying you to the bathroom.

“What are you doing?” You asked, clinging to him in surprise.

“I am going to run you a bath, and then we’re going to do whatever else you want to do today.”

“I thought you were going to the gym?” You said curiously.

“And leave you here when you can’t even walk? No way.” He shook his head. “I’m staying here and looking after you.”

“You don’t have to do that.” You said quietly, feeling shy.

“Yes, I do.” He said seriously. “I love you, and I want to take care of you.”

“Alright,” You replied, slightly flustered.

He kept his word, refusing to let you so much as lift a finger the rest of the day, carrying you everywhere through the house as needed and waiting on you hand and foot.

“How are you feeling?” He asked for the tenth time as you sat together watching tv after dinner, dozing on his shoulder.

“Much better.” You said, snuggling closer. “Thank you for looking after me”

“Always.” He replied, kissing the top of your head. “Is there anything else you need?”

“Can we do this again next week?” You asked, grinning up at him cheekily.

“Seriously?!” He laughed.

“Yeah, why not?” You shrugged.

“Aren’t you worried about your legs or anything?” He asked, looking at you in disbelief.

“Not if I have you to carry me around.” You said, grinning up at him as you looped your arms around his neck.

“Let’s just focus on you feeling better right now, okay?” He chuckled.

“Alright.” You relented, slumping back down to rest back against his shoulder. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He replied, watching as your eyes drooped back shut.

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🌛 “and you know, for you, i’d bleed myself dry. for you” 🌜

fresh out of college, when you think your life has hit a standstill, that you’ll be stuck behind a desk for eternity, the universe decides to play a joke. a hilariously, wonderful, beautiful joke that hurls you into your future without any time to think it through. you’re dating an… Idol?!

part one • 2015 • boy on a curb

part two • 2015 • strangers in a situation

part three • 2015 • twelve day fling

part four • 2015 • i don’t know what an nda is

part five • 2016 • from his accident

part six • 2016 • it wasn’t meant to be

part seven • 2016 • just talk to me

• ongoing •

a peek into the life of an Idol and his soulmate tackling the obstacles that come with having a surprise in the whirlwind of a world they live in.

release order: (how they're intended to be read, but do not have to!)

vegas, baby. vegas, baby. part two that january morning. simply one-derful. expecting, expected. vegas, baby. part three public occurrences. best day ever. champagne confetti.

timeline order:

that january morning. expecting, expected. best day ever. vegas, baby. vegas, baby. part two vegas, baby. part three simply one-derful. public occurrences. champagne confetti.

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Take Me Home | Part Three

Summary: Spencer swears he'll never let himself fall in love again.

Warnings: spencer's arrest, high spencer, drug use, kidnapping, murder, canon typical violence, angst with a happy ending

Word Count: 5K

a/n at the end

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January 15th, 2017

Between work and his mom, Spencer doesn’t have much time to see her when she’s also free.

She didn’t want to tell her own mother that Spencer was back in her life, so they waited until after Christmas for her to head back home before planning anything. He bought the kids lots of presents, he sent money that she told him she didn’t need and asked every day how they were doing. Well, normally he did.

The last time they talked, he called her in a panic, crying because his mom wasted a month's worth of medicine meaning he has to go back to Mexico sooner than he hoped… and he won't be able to see her.

That was over a week ago.

Now Parker and Twila are in bed with her, rolling around and making funny noises with each other as she enjoys the morning lie-in.

The kids both perk up when the phone rings, thinking it’s probably nanny or aunty Heather and Candace, but it’s a number she doesn’t recognize.

“Hello?” she answers cheerfully.

“An inmate at Mount Pleasant Correctional Facility would like to speak with you, please stay on the line as we connect you now,” she hears the robot say and she sits right up, alarmed.

“Hello…?” She says when the line clicks.

“Your baby daddy has just been arrested in Mexico…” the female voice teases. “He sends his best wishes to thing one and thing two but, he’s probably not going to see them till they’re 30.”

“Who is this?” She asks, “who are you talking about?”

“You might want to call agent Jareau now,” she says before the line goes dead.

She quickly changes and picks the kids up, grabbing the diaper bag and heading out the door. She drives to Quantico like a crazy person, rushing through security with her stroller and all the way up to the BAU floor. She feels like she barely has time to breathe when she’s pushing through the glass doors and all eyes are on her, “Jennifer.”

“Y/N,” JJ rushes over to her. “What’s wrong?”

“Spencer’s been arrested,” she says through heavy breathing. “I got a call from an unknown number saying he was arrested?”

“He has,” another woman comes up behind her, “we just got word from Cruze. Who’s this?”

“I—“ she looks at JJ for support. “I’m Spencer’s… friend? I don’t even know what we are anymore but—“

“Are they… Spencer’s?” A man she doesn’t know asks.

She nods, “yeah, we broke up when I was pregnant, he’s never met them— can we please get back to the fact someone from a correctional facility called me to tell me my baby daddy wasn’t coming home for 30 years?”

“Okay, we need to move this to the briefing room,” she places her hand on Y/N’s back. “I’m Emily Prentiss, I’m the unit chief, and I need to know everything that you know about why he’s in Mexico.”

“Yeah,” she reaches into the stroller and lifts Parker up, handing him over to JJ and taking Twila herself while everyone introduces themselves to her.

“He told me he was going to get medicine for his mom. It’s not illegal, Rosa just feels scared since holistic medicine and big Pharma aren’t really friends.”

“It’s true,” Tara agrees. “If they’re meeting in Mexico it’s to keep her safe… someone must have known that it would make Spencer vulnerable.”

“Let’s look into this Rosa person first,” Emily asks Penelope. “I know you won't want to, but search Spencer’s emails and contact, we need to find out everything.”

“Can we have someone check up on his mom?” Y/N asks, “if they knew my number then they know she’s alone right now.”

“Stephen,” Emily turns to him, “can you take Anderson and make sure Diana is okay? Bring her here if you have to.”

“On it,” he says, grabbing his things and heading out.

“Luke and Rossi, I want you to come with me to Mexico to see what’s going on with Reid, and possibly help the investigation,” Emily adds. “JJ and Penelope I need you to hold down the fort and call in any backup that is willing to come in and help.”

“What can I do?” Y/N asks before Emily can leave.

“Stay put and tell us anything you know that might be helpful, there are no stupid questions, we need to get Spencer home safely,” she explains with a soft smile. “It’ll be okay.”

“Sounds good,” she pushes her anxiety to the side and fakes a smile.

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He hasn’t been this high in years.

He can feel his heartbeat in his eyeballs, his ears are creating a sort of hum that makes the room feel fake, dream-like even. He hates how it feels but he likes that there’s nothing else. There’s no worry, no fear, no memory, no regrets. It’s peaceful for just a moment inside his brain and he basks in it.

He’s thought about this feeling for the last few months. Missing the euphoria Y/N brought, missing the will to live, missing his mom… he just wanted to stop missing things. He wanted to feel free.

And now he just wanted it to stop.

There were so many questions he had to answer, so many things he wanted to help with but his brain wouldn’t work the way he wanted it to. He was trapped in a part of his brain he didn’t visit often, repressed memories flashing by with antagonizing anxiety masked as bliss.

The first face he remembers is Luke. Emily and Rossi don’t look right… they’re older than he remembers. They’ve aged.

“Hey,” Luke whispers through the bars. “I met Y/N today.”

“Y/N,” he repeats, “and my babies?”

Luke smiles at him, “they’re beautiful and safe at the BAU. Someone called her to tell her you were abducted, do you know who would do that?”

He shakes his head, “no.”

“It was a female, we’re still trying to get Y/N to remember the whole call, we can’t trace it to anywhere yet since it was so short,” Luke explains carefully. “I know I haven’t known you long, but I need to know who hates you enough to want you to hurt this badly.”

Spencer just shrugs, “I don’t know many women.”

“Is there anyone you helped lock up who would want to help scratch frame you?”

Spencer squeezes his eyes shut, rubbing the side of his head in an attempt to think back as far as he can but he can't. His brain isn’t working and it’s scaring him. He didn’t want to forget like his mom did.

“It’s okay,” Luke sticks his hands through the bars and carefully rubs his arm. “Look at me,” he whispers, making soft eye contact with Spencer when he does open his eyes. “I personally promise you I will get you home, you deserve better than this.”

“Thank you,” Spencer cries. “No one’s ever had my back like you.”

“Family is important to me, I’m getting you home to yours,” Luke explains. “Because I love you like family. We all do.”

For a moment Spencer was glad he was high when he heard that because that little voice in his head that questions what everyone says to him had taken a short break. He was able to hear Luke's words and believe him.

Spencer knew he was loved, and he knew he loved one person the most.

“If I don’t,” he whispers to Luke. “Tell Y/N—

“No,” Luke says. “You’re getting out. And you’ll tell her yourself when you do.”

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As soon as Penelope sent out a mass text that Reid was in trouble, people started piling up at the BAU. So many faces she’s never seen, but names she remembers from Spencer’s late-night rambles, bad dreams and favourite memories…

She was bombarded with hugs and questions and love, the twins getting just the same amount. There were so many names for her to remember now.

Derek Morgan, Aaron Hotchner, Elle Greenaway, Kate Callahan, Ashley Seaver, Jordan Todd… the list went on.

However, Alex Blake is the sweetest by far, she picks the kids up as soon as she meets them, “Parker and Twila,” she repeats their names. “Did Spencer help pick them out?”

“No,” she shakes her head, ashamed. “We weren’t together when I was pregnant. He still hasn’t met the kids, he’s been too busy and we have some drama behind closed doors—

“After Maeve, I never thought he’d let himself be happy again,” she whispers. “But these two… they’re everything he’s ever wanted. He has shot in the neck a few years ago, and we were so worried he’d never have kids. They’re so beautiful.”

“Thank you,” she smiles, taking Twila while Alex holds Parker still. “I went with Twila because when I met Spencer I was reading Twilight.”

“And Parker is a 17th century English surname meaning Keeper of the Park, and I know how much Spencer loves the park,” she smiles.

Y/N just nods, “we kept everything a secret and barely went out anywhere, but he did drag me out to play chess and get coffee at the park on Saturdays… it was my favourite time with him cause it felt like we could be more one day.”

Alex nods with a sweet smile, staring at Parker before she pokes his little nose, “you look so much like your dad.” She turns to Y/N, “how was he doing before all this happened to him?”

“He was coping, we were looking into getting his mom some more help and him meeting the kids and seeing if we could make us work again,” She shakes her head with closed eyes, she couldn’t believe that this is where things were going now.

Alex knows it’s time to move past pleasantries and time to do her job, finding out who framed Spencer was going to be difficult. “Do you remember anything else about the phone call this morning? Other than the fact he was arrested, what did it say.”

She thinks back to that morning, “uh, it was from a correctional facility, which was weird but it was a woman talking on the phone.”

“Okay, we’ll pull all the names of females Spencer’s put behind bars. Anything else?”

“She called them thing one and thing two, she knew Agent Jareau’s name, but she didn’t know theirs? That doesn’t make sense to me,” she explains. “And she was so happy about the fact he wouldn’t see them till they’re 30.”

“30 would mean she’s framed him for a lot more than just drug possession and intent to sell,” Alex explains, moving Parker to her hip and pulling out her phone.

“Prentiss,” Emily answers.

“Hey, it’s Blake, so the person who called Y/N said he would be going away for 30 years, that might mean she’s—

“We just found out that Rosa has been murdered,” Emily cut her off. “I was just about to inform Penelope and have her coordinate with the CSI team over here for prints and ballistics.”

“Oh my god,” Y/N whispers. “How was she murdered?”

“She was shot, that’s why I need ballistics as fast as possible, we need to see if the gun traces back to any of Spencer’s cases,” Emily says.

“How is he doing?” Y/N asks just before Emily can hang up.

“He’s… do you want to talk to him?”

“Can I?” She takes the phone from Alex and holds it close as if it was him.

“Hold on,” she can hear Emily walking, and then whispering; “Spence, just pretend you’re talking to me, but Y/N is on the phone…”

“Y/N?” Spencer’s voice was horse, he was high and tired and barely there.

“Hey Spence,” she replies, holding back tears as best as she can. “Are you okay?”

“I’m,” he stutters, “I’m so sorry— tell the kids I’m sorry. I didn’t—

“We know you didn’t,” she cuts him off. “It’s okay, I believe you. And the kids are here, they’re listening, you can tell them.”

“Oh god, Parker and Twila,” he starts to cry. “I love you so much, I’m so sorry you both deserve the world and when I get out of here I’m going to do everything in my power to give it to you. I promise I promise I’m never leaving again.”

Everyone in the room is blinking back tears, knowing just how hard this must be on him. After all he’s been through, this was the last thing he needed.

“We love you too, Spencer,” she whispers. “Don’t forget that, please. I know it’s been a long time, but we do love you and we can’t wait for you to come home.”

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispers back. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she wipes a tear off her face. “Just focus on coming home. It’s all going to be fine.”

“We’ve gotta go,” Emily solemnly cuts in, “we’ll get him out of here. I promise.”

And then she hands up. Just like that Spencer’s gone again and Y/N’s left to wipe her tears and walk towards the corner of the room. Twila is still in her arms, holding her close as she calms down in the corner.

It wasn’t the first time he’s said he loves the kids… she knew that. His paternal instincts kicked in the moment he knew he had them, but she never expected to hear that he loves Her as well, like this. He was high, he was in jail—

She turns around as soon as she remembers the beginning of the phone call, “Mount Pleasant Correctional Facility,” she speaks as calmly and clearly. “That’s where the bitch is.”

—

“We just got the ballistics back.”

Spencer can hear Emily talking as he lays on the bench in his cell. Dave and Luke ask questions, their questions echoing in his head and one sticks.

If he could describe what it was like inside his brain, he would probably relate it to the movie inside out. Henry made him watch it— but it makes the most sense.

He has a bunch of the purple, anxious, characters running around an office moving files around. Printing statistics out constantly from a wheel of paper that’s never ending, running around like chickens with their heads cut off as they try and keep his brain moving as fast as normal.

When he was on drugs it was like the printer ran out of ink and no one knew how to fix it.

“Hallow-point bullets were used,” Emily said.

And just like that, the words hallow-point were written on a scroll and rolled up. Sent through tubes inside his mind towards the H section of filing cabinets until one was pulled out and read by a nerdy, anxious, purple dork. “Here it says, Jack Vaughn and his daughter used hallow-point bullets. You worked this case in January of 2008. Lindsay was kidnapped by a boy at her school. She was actually in witness protection, her father killed the boy who kidnapped her and because he was such an important witness against the McCrellan Corporation, Jack is exonerated for his crimes and kept in WITSEC. He and Lindsey were then sent to Atlanta, Georgia.” The little guy says, pushing up his glasses.

Spencer’s eyes shoot open and he sits straight up. “Lindsay Vaughn,” he says, staring at Emily. “WITSEC, 2008.”

“Oh my god,” Emily is shocked at the revelation while simultaneously proud to see Spencer back. “Are you feeling better?”

“I’m definitely not as high anymore,” he agrees. “They moved to Georgia after the case, they weren’t punished and she cheered her father on as he murdered that kid. It was one step away from murdering someone herself…”

“We’ll look into it,” Emily smiles. “This is good, Spence.”

He lays back down on the bench, staring up at the ceiling, blankly. Listening to Emily call Penelope and asking her to research all she could on Lindsay Vaughn, as well as something about Cat Adams.

“Cat Adams?” He sits up again and stares at Emily. “Where’s my mom?”

“Your mom?” Rossi asks.

“If Cat wants to hurt me, this isn’t how,” he replies. The most aware he’s been so far as the adrenaline pumps through his veins. “If she wants revenge, she’d going after my mom.”

“Walker and Anderson checked on her,” Emily explained. “She wasn’t having a good day and said she didn’t want to go to the FBI so we left an agent outside your door.”

“Check again,” he whispers, worried beyond belief.

—

January 16th, 2017

The twins are sleeping in two pack-n-plays in Hotchner’s office, within view of Y/N from the briefing room window as she paces back and forth.

As of 1:04am, Diana Reid was officially a missing person.

At 1:18am, Spencer Reid was a free man again, and that means everyone who showed up to get him off the hook has calmed. Well, they’re as calm as they can be when 2 female hitmen are after Spencer’s family… who they all hadn’t really met yet.

Derek is someone she remembers from the bar that first night when she asked if it was okay that she cut the night short to take Spencer home. He smiles as soon as he sees her, “are you a hugger?”

She nods with a small smile and steps into his space, letting him wrap his arms around her and hold her impossibly tight before lifting her off the ground.

He puts her back down with a laugh, she just stares up at him, gobsmacked, “what was that for?”

“I’m not sure if you know this, but when you were with Spencer he was the happiest I’ve ever seen the kid. And now you’ve made his dreams come true by making him a father, no matter how fucked up the story is, you guys became a family and it’s all he’s ever wanted.”

“Really?”

“Did he not tell you?” Alex asks, watching the whole thing.

She shakes her head and turns to everyone else who’s known Spencer longer than she has, “no, our friendship was more like mutual therapy. We spent so much time taking care of other people that we just had weekends alone where we could just feel taken care of…”

“That’s beautiful,” Penelope cries. “I know Spencer is oblivious sometimes, but he really loved you and he knew you loved him. He wouldn’t say it but we all bugged him for months… we know what it’s like when he’s in love.”

She nods quietly, turning around again to look at her babies through the windows. Standing on her tippy-toes to make sure they were still asleep down the hall. “I tried to believe that, but it was difficult.”

“Are you going to let him meet the kids when he gets back?” JJ asks softly, standing between Hotch and Kate, all of them thinking the same thing.

She nods, “I’ve been wanting to have him meet them since Christmas,” she whispers. “But I don’t know if he’s going to want to yet, he’s still so stressed out and I know he’s going to be more worried about his mom than anything else.”

“Do we even know why Cat would take his mom in the first place?” Kate asks, “I know this all happened after I left, but why Spencer’s mom?”

“because he tricked her into thinking that he found her father and he was going to let her have revenge,” Derek explains.

“Her father killed her mother and did unspeakable things to her,” Tara continues. “So when she became a hitwoman she went after men who wanted to kill their wives or hurt their children.”

“Still doesn’t explain why she picked Spencer’s mom…” Y/N shakes her head. “If anything wouldn’t she want his kids to be raised without a mother? Wouldn’t she come after me?”

“This just got a lot more complicated than we anticipated,” Hotch cuts in. “Has anyone contacted William Reid?”

“Spencer’s dad?” Y/N remembers the stories. “Oh god…”

“We need agents at his house immediately, I think Lindsay’s going to make William kill Diana,” Hotch continues, leaning over the table and picking up the phone in the middle. “I need you to connect me with the field office closest to Las Vegas, Nevada.”

~

Spencer has 15 minutes to talk to Y/N while the plain refuses and gets ready to take him to Mount Pleasant. Cat said Spencer’s mom would be fine if he talked to her, and Emily agreed he could.

The elevator doors open to floor 6 and there’s no one waiting for him. It surprises him, but the time on the wall read 4:56 am and he knows they all must be exhausted after all they’ve done for him. What he doesn’t expect, is for them to all be waiting in the bullpen with fresh coffee and solemn faces as they continue to figure out the case.

Y/N isn’t the first one to hug him when he gets there, it’s Penelope. Actually, Y/N isn’t even in the room. She was apparently having a nap on the couch in Hotch’s office, while the twins slept in their cots near her.

“Did she say if I can meet the kids or not? Because I don’t want to go in there and see her if she doesn’t want me near them yet,” he worries, hands shaking slightly as he stares up at the office.

“She said you can,” Derek pats his shoulder, “go see those beautiful babies of yours.”

He quickly hurries up the few steps, quietly twisting the doorknob and opening the door enough to slip inside. He closes the door just as quietly and it takes everything in him not to wake the kids up. Instead, he kneels beside Y/N and kisses her cheek.

“Hey,” he whispers, brushing her hair off her face, she stares awake and sits right up. “It’s okay, it’s just me.”

“Spence,” she sighs, wrapping he arms and legs around him and sobbing the second she’s aware that he’s real and in her arms.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I wish you didn’t have to go through this just because of me.”

“I’d fight fucking aliens if they came to earth and tried to hurt you, I don’t care,” she holds his face in her hands. “Please, believe me when I say I love you. I am not going anywhere, accept that and deal with it. For fucks sake, please just let me love you the way I want to.”

“Okay,” he lets the tears fall down his face. “As long as you let me love you back just as intensely? Because I swear to god, I will never let you think I don’t love you ever again. I’m so stupid, I’m literally dumb when it comes to you because I love you so much my brain stalls… please, please tell me you believe me that I love you, because I can’t live any longer with you thinking I don’t.”

She pulls him into a kiss, breathing him in and holding him close. He’s gross from everything he’s been through in the last 24 hours, but she holds him there for as long as possible before she lets him go. He can feel her breathing against his face as their foreheads resting together, eyes still closed as they took in the simple moment of peace.

“Do you want to meet them?”

“I don’t want to wake them up?” Spencer worries.

She picks up her phone and looks at the time, “it’s almost 5 they should naturally wake up any second so it’s fine, watch.”

She leans over one bed, rubbing the baby’s tummy, “Parker,” she whispers, kissing his little head gently. “Good morning, hi buddy.”

She picks him up and quietly rocks him as he wakes up in her arms, “daddy’s here, look,” she turns him to Spencer who is trying to stay calm.

He’s so overwhelmed with love he wants to explode, he can’t believe it. He made 2 humans with Y/N, and they were perfect. He reaches for Parker and Y/N hands him over, resting in Spencer’s arms and smiling at him.

“Hey buddy,” he coos, rocking him in his arms. “You’re so much bigger than I expected for being 3 months old.”

“My mom joked that I produce cream instead of milk,” Y/N laughs beside him. Leaning over his arm and resting her head on him. “They’re nice and chunky and healthy, and 50% you. Which makes them perfect.”

“I think it’s the 50% you part that makes them perfect,” Spencer retorts. “I love them so much, it’s crazy how my heart feels like it’s known them forever.”

“I know,” she agrees. “Thank you.”

“For what?” He turns his head to look at her, seeing the tears in her eyes.

“For getting me pregnant, for giving me them,” she whispers. “I was mad at you for a really long time, but even if we didn’t rekindle things… I will always be grateful that we had what we had because it gave me them.”

Spencer leans forward and presses a kiss to her lips, and then a few more pecks, before he smiles back at her, “I love you, I love our kids, and no matter what happens when I leave this room… I’m coming home to you.”

“Even if your mom—

“Yes.” It’s solid, he means it. “I know that it’s going to be probably the worst loss I go through… but I have faith in my team. It’ll be okay.”

“It’ll be okay,” she repeats his words, taking Parker from him. “You should say goodbye to Twila too, she’s easy to wake as well.”

He nods, leaning over the crib to see she’s already awake and blinking up at him. “Hi there, sweetie,” he whispers as he picks her up, cradling her in his arms and kissing her forehead. “I love you so much.”

“They love you,” Y/N reminds him before Emily is swinging the office door open.

“You’re never going to believe this,” she says, holding his phone in her hand, “the Las Vegas Police just got a 911 call from a distressed woman saying her husband killed a woman who kidnapped her…”

“Holy shit?” Spencer freaks, placing Twila in Y/N’s arms beside Parker and following Emily towards the bullpen with the others.

“What do we do now?”

“You should still go see Cat,” Emily says. “We can make her believe that we haven’t heard from them, make her believe her plan is working and learn what else is up her sleeve? How she was able to plan all this from prison?”

“Are you sure it was my dad?” Spencer asks. “My dad’s too much of a wimp to shoot anyone… not even my mother. I figured Lindsay would get tired of him and end up shooting both of them.”

He lets his anxiety slip past his lips, telling them his worries that plagued his mind while he was on the plane back. He was so worried that his dad either wouldn’t cooperate and make it worse, or he would just as cold as Spencer remembered and shoot his mother to get out of that situation. He never, ever, suspected his father would have the guts to turn the gun on Lindsay and kill her instead.

“Police are headed there now,” Rossi explains. “Hotch, Blake and Callahan are already in Vegas, they’re going right to the scene.”

“Cat’s already on death row,” Spencer says. “Surely trying to have me and my family killed in the last few days will convince someone to push her execution up?”

“Spence,” JJ and Penelope say at the same time, shocked that he would suggest it.

“What?” He’s angry and he has a right to be. “I put her behind bars after threatening to kill Penelope, and now she’s almost killed me, my parents, and put my kids in danger. She shouldn’t get to live much longer.”

“I have connections, let me make a few calls and see what I can do,” Tara explains. “I’ve conducted enough death bed confessionals to know who’s the most willing to put her under early.”

“You don’t even want to talk to her,” Emily cuts in before anyone else can. “You don’t even want to know why?”

“she’s a psychopath,” Spencer shakes his head. “She doesn’t need a reason, she’s craving my attention and that’s the last thing I’m going to give her if I don’t have to. My family is safe, she can fuck off and die.”

The room erupts in applause, he wasn’t wrong. They’ve let enough killers taunt them just for their own ego to be stroked. He was so done, he couldn’t care less about Cat and her plans, if his family was safe that was the end of it all.

“And I quit,” Spencer adds, turning to look at Derek and then his kids. “I’m tired of doing this and stressing out all the time, I’m done.”

“Okay,” Emily whispers with a smile, placing her hand on his shoulder. “It’s been 12 years, Spence, you deserve retirement more than any of us.”

“Seriously?” Y/N asks, still holding both kids in her arms and slightly struggling. He takes Parker from her to even it out again, “you’re done?”

He nods, “I’ve always wanted to be a dad.”

She cries, laughing it off before pulling him and Parker into a hug, their first family hug. He had his whole world in his arms and it was all he ever needed. Moving forward, these 3 people will be all that he puts his energy ad care into, they deserved it the most. And in return, they’d take care of him.

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With their alluring mix of innocence, alertness, selfishness, and idealism, child characters can create all kinds of interesting opportunities for irony, symbolism, character identification, and humor.

But figuring out how to write child characters is territory fraught with potential pitfalls.

Don't Make Them Cutesy

Your child character must be cute naturally through the force of their personality, not just because their entire purpose of their existence is to be adorable.

Between ages 5-8, children will also crack jokes, ask questions, and tell stories. Let them vocalize their personalities!

Forced cuteness is like forced humor.

Don't Make Them Sagely Wise

"Out of the mouths of babes" may have its moments of truth. But - with rare exceptions - don't turn your child characters into little fonts of wisdom.

Children at this age are still impressionable and will believe in what the adults around them say.

It's true they have the benefit of seeing things more objectively, but much of their insights comes from parents.

No Baby Talk

DON'T try to write baby talk. Don't spell out their lisp unless it's just a few words.

Don't make a habit of children misusing words, either. Just limiting their vocabulary should be enough.

I particularly don't like writing baby talk because when I do, it's easy to forget that my child is lacking experience, not intelligence.

They're Impressionable

Although they exhibition more free through and preference than toddlers, children are still impressionable beings.

They would trust and not questions the beliefs that are taught to them, and still often have trouble separating reality from superstition.

It's not unlikely for a child to have an imaginary friend, too.

They're Unique Individuals

There are many ways that children are still similar and many ways they deviate from each other.

They'll develop at different rates and have different interests.

Give then a favorite subject at school, hobbies, real skills in sports or music.

Find new ways for them to spend free time rather than just playing. Those activities will influence the ways they continue to learn.

Give Them A Goal

Kids are arguably even more defined by their goals than are adults.

They want something every wakingminute!

Child character's passionate desire for something can really jump out at your readers powerfully. It makes them dynamic and fascinating.

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their love language is touch 🥹

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Oh my. My brain is full of ideas, but I can't write.

Spencer, but it's his first time showering with his gf? Either she casually invites him to join her, or maybe she's also a member of the BAU and was injured and needs some assistance?

AN: oh absolutely hun. I wasn’t sure if you wanted nsfw or fluff so I went with fluff for a safe option. Also I’m so sorry if this lowkey sucks. This is definitely my first rodeo with writing and I know it’s not perfect but I hope you kinda like it?

OK MORE RECENT AN: im sooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry this took so long. I don’t even have an excuse. And I’m so sorry because this is ASS. But I feel bad not giving you anything so here you go

Warnings: Fluff, swearing? , talk of nakedness and stuff idk

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Spencer had been extra protective of you ever since you got hurt. He didn’t want you to lift a single finger, even though you were perfectly capable. He made you food , carried your bags, hell- he even offered to carry you if your crutches got too annoying. All of this to say , he was willing to do anything to make you comfortable.

“Spence, I’m gonna take a shower.” You say with your back turned as you grab some pajamas out of the dresser drawer.

“What?” His voice was filled with concern, as it often was. When you turned around toward him he had the same amount of concern written on his face

“I have to shower Spencer, my hair is so dirty it looks wet.” You haven’t washed your hair in a few days, relying on dry shampoo and braided hair to get you by.

Spencer was thinking for a moment , you could tell by the way his brow furrowed slightly. He finally answers “Let me help you.”

You were slightly taken aback by his response. Spencer wasn’t usually confident enough to initiate or out right suggest anything intimate. And taking a shower together was definitely intimate. Not to say you were opposed to the idea though

“Are You Sure Spence? You do know I shower naked right?” Your tone was some what joking but also kind of not. Regardless you hear the little chuckle you love so much

“Yes I know. I dont want you to fall and get hurt any more than you already are. If you don’t want me to thats fine I just-“

You cut him off

“That would be really helpful, thank you.”

You see Spencer’s worry ease from his face and it’s replaced with a little curve of his lip

You give him a little smile before returning to grabbing your pajamas and walking to the bathroom. Spencer graciously follows you inside, locking the door behind him. When you turn to the counter , Spencer is quick to slip past you, turning on the shower for you.

“Do you take your showers warm or hot.” Spencer asks as if it’s so incredibly normal

“Uh hot I guess? It’s ok I can-“

He stops you when you begin to walk over

“Let me Take Care of you. Please.”

You sigh “you know I can do it myself.”

Spencer takes a step toward you, placing his hands on either side of your shoulders

“I know, but I don’t want to risk anything. You do so much for me and you deserve to be helped as well, especially when your injured. So please let me do this for you.” His voice is soft but you can tell how strongly he feels about this

“Ok, I’ll let you handle it.” I say

He smiles “can I take your clothes off?”

I Nod “You don’t have to ask.” You said that a lot, and it didn’t matter how many times you did. Spencer always asked

He grabbed the bottom of your shirt and you raised your arms. He pulls the shirt off your body and folds it before placing it on the counter. He does the same with your pants. Your standing only in your underwear now

“Do you want me to do the rest?” You ask

He shakes his head “turn around for me.”

You turn so your back is facing him and he unclasps your bra, sliding it down your arms until it hits the floor. He hooks a finger under your underwear on either side of you, pulling them down and helping you step out of them. He smiles when he meets your eyes again

“See something you like pretty boy?” You raise an eye brow in a teasing manner.

“Always.” He replies before walking you over to the shower. Holding his hand, you slowly take a step inside until your under the water. Once inside , Spencer takes a step back and sheds his clothes as well before joining you in the shower.

Spencer had ensured that you had a shower bench installed into the bathroom you shared when you moved in together. He said it was for safety reasons but, you still wondered if it might be for other things.

“Sit.” Spencer says, leading you to the bench.

When you sit down he detaches the shower head and wets your hair. When it’s what he considers wet enough, he lathers shampoo into his hands and begins to massage it into your scalp.

This man has very capable hands, many uses. And washing your hair just got added to the list of them. You close your eyes from a moment letting out a contended sigh

“Feel good sweetheart?” Spencer asks gently

“Mhm, definitely.” You reply, barely opening your eyes.

Spencer rinses out the shampoo and conditions your hair. He helps you wash off and when you finally stand , you wrap your arms around his neck. His hands lace around your waist

“Thank you Spencer, you’re an angel.” You say pressing little kisses to his jaw. You can see the blush creeping on Spencer’s face.

“You’re welcome, I’m always happy to help you.” He says peering down at you.

The two of you exit the shower. Wrapping towels around your selves and getting dressed- well Spencer refuses to let you dress your self so he helps you. He even blow drys your hair for you because he knows you don’t like going to bed with it wet.

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You lay in bed on your side facing him as he looks back at you. You reach out and brush a strand of his hair out of his eyes.

“You should stay home tomorrow.” Spencer says breaking the silence.

“Absolutely not. I’m perfectly capable of going into work. Plus Hotch would have my head if I didn’t go.” You say and Spencer sighs

“I don’t like the idea of you out on the field” he says once again with concern

“You’ll be with me. I’ll be fine.”

He sits up “I don’t want you to be fine I want you to be healthy.”

You sit up and scoot close to him “Spencer I’m going to work. If it makes you feel better I’ll stay back with Penelope and help her.”

Spencer relaxes a little “yea. Ok that makes me feel better. But don’t go doing anything stupid. That means no trying to entertain Penelope with” Spencer throws up air quotes “crutch tricks”

You groan and lay back down “whatever you say.”

You can hear Spencer’s little laugh as he turns off the lamp.