#Derek Morgan: 😍😍😍

[lilliesthings]

nice hair

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanart #spencer reid #derek morgan #moreid #he didn't even pretend to be annoyed hffhg #my hair? is nice ? 😍 #redraw nice hair scene: ✅

[guitarra08]

I have been binge watching criminal minds (im on season nine(9) almost done with season nine(9) and.......I AM INLOVE WITH SPENCER YOU CAN NOT BLAME ME HE IS A BEAN THAT SHOULD NOT BE MESSED WITH. And im SOOOO exsited to get to the episode when.....someone gets arrested and something that i relised is that.....KILLERS ARE FUCKING STUPID like yall cant were gloves and dispose of the wepon/take it with you and if you dont want to get cought....DONT.LEAVE.EV A DENCE.AT.THE.CRIME.SCEEN. like yall are stupid as fUck but enought of that. If you have watched/are watching criminal minds who is your fav charecter and what episode is your fav so far mine are spencer reid(ofc) and my fav episode is the one with the autistic kid who saw his parents get kiddnapped and they figure it out by music (im trying not to give spoilers)

#criminalminds #spencerreid #jj #derek morgan #ponelope garcia #aaron hotchner #gideon (idk his first name) #alex blake #eren(idk her first name ither) #criminal #minds #CM #unsub #unknownsubject #non-tickling #ALWAYS LOVE SPENCER RIED HE MUST BE PROTECTED AT ALL TIMES😍😍😍😤😤😤😤😤

[whowantslovergirl]

hey! can i req a spencer reid dating someone that’s like ,,, taylor swift level of famous? and like maybe the team teases him whenever a romantic song that’s clearly ab him plays?

An: YESYESYES ima use Taylor swift songs and I don’t really listen to her so bare with me guys 😍 all for you my lover 🤍 and please bare with me I’m going to write the teams dynamic as best as possible and I took notes on how to write Spencer the way matthew gray gubler is my husband he just doesn’t know it yet 💋

Style

Dr.Spencer Reid x famous af! reader ( reader is female with she/her pronouns)

warnings: some cursing, fluff af, and i think that’s it hope you enjoy my lovers 💖 criminal minds masterlist

Summary: The team finding out about Spencer’s kinda famous girlfriend

posted: April 6,2023

When Spencer woke up this morning he knew that he was going to have a great day. The team had no cases. He talked to you last night to compliment your new song. And he found out that you’re coming over later tonight.

The day couldn’t be better.

Until he actually went to work.

_____

You got that James Dean daydream look in your eyes

And I got that red lip classic thing that you like

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time

‘Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

He heard your song blasting through the BAU. He saw Penelope singing and dancing.

He never been more confused in his life.

“Hey pretty boy!” Derek yelled since he can’t hear himself think.

“Hey Morgan! What’s going on?!”

“Garcia and her fascination with Y/N L/N!” The music paused.

“I just want it to be known that Y/N L/N has blessed your ears with her angelic voice this morning.” She saw Spencer. “Hey Reid!”

“Hey Garcia.” She continued playing the song.

“What’s going on? It’s way to early for this.” Emily said walking in with her coffee.

“Babygirl’s favorite singer released her new single.”

Her eyes lit up.

“Oh! Replay it! I want to hear it!” And she did what she was told.

_____

Long story short everyone heard and loved his girlfriend’s new song.

“Hey guys, is it just me or the lyrics sound like Spencer?” JJ said out of nowhere.

Everyone looked at him and agreed.

“Yeah I can see that.”

“You make a good point JJ.”

“It does make sense.” Derek said while inspecting him.

“What! No it doesn’t!”

It does.

“Oh come on Spencer! You got that long hair slicked back white t shirt. That is so you!”

“Just because I have long hair does not mean she is talking about me Penelope.”

‘Besides half of the song isn’t even true.’ He mumbled hoping they didn’t hear them.

But they did.

“What did you just say pretty boy.”

“Shit. Did I say that out loud?”

Penelope gasped. “You never curse unless your hiding something or you’re frustrated! And I’m pretty sure you are not frustrated right now Spencer.”

He didn’t know what to say.

“How would you know half the song isn’t true? You don’t even listen to modern music.” Emily said with a questioning tone.

“Unless you know the song is about you!” Penelope exclaimed.

“Come on! I would not be able to get with Y/N L/N! We are in different calibers. I am a profiler and she is a pop-star with a huge- no, massive fan base. It just would never work.” Everyone looked at him surprised.

“Are you dating Y/N L/N?” Hotch walked in.

“No!”

“You ramble when you’re nervous a lot.” Emily said.

“And he’s getting sweaty.” Derek said with a questioning tone as well.

“Guys I am not dating N/N!”

Shit.

Penelope gasped once again. “You said her nickname!”

He once again was speechless.

He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out.

You were going to be so mad at him.

_____

“That’s hilarious!” You said laughing over the phone.

“What! No it’s not N/N.” You rolled your eyes. “So how did your team of profilers find out?”

He told her everything. And she laughed even more.

“Y/N stop laughing!” He said while his face was heating up.

_____

It was the next day and Spencer found out that you can’t come until next week. So of course his mood is a little down.

_____

“Why the long face pretty boy.” Derek continues. “Your N/N isn’t coming?” Spencer rolled his eyes. “I wouldn’t know because I’m not dating her.”

“Keep telling yourself that Spence.” JJ said and Emily laughed.

“Eek! Y/N is coming out with a new album!” Penelope exclaimed while walking in. “My whole life is complete. I have no more reason of living after such extraordinary news.” Everyone just laughed at her.

“ We should go out together. I need to express my gratitude for this album.”

Everyone just agreed, even Spencer.

_____

He really missed you but at least he has his friends.

He wasn’t ready for tomorrow.

_____

Everyone came in work at the same time and saw someone at Spencer’s desk.

“Who is that?” Penelope asked.

The person in the chair turned around and Spencer’s face lit up.

“Hey guys.” You say waving not noticing Spencer yet.

“Oh my god! Oh my god! That’s Y/N L/N! She’s here!” Penelope said hitting Morgan excitedly.

“Oh my god it is.” He said surprised.

“Have you guys seen Spencer?”

“Y/N” Spencer said surprised as well.

“Spencer!” You said running up to him and jumping into his arms.

The whole team just looked at you guys with shock in their faces.

You guys are totally oblivious at the looks that are being given.

“I thought you weren’t coming until next week.”

“It was obviously a surprise Spence now shut up and kiss me baby!” You say smiling.

You press his lips onto his and he melts in the kiss. Your hands went up to his hair and his hands rest on your hips. Hotch cleared his throat. You two broke apart.

You turn around and apologized and you saw Penelope shaking with excitement.

“You must be Penelope. I have some gifts for you.” You walked over to Spencer’s desk. “This is my new album on a disk and it even has some songs that didn’t make the cut.” You say winking. She was just staring in awe.

“And it’s also signed. I also have backstage passes to a tour that hasn’t been announced yet.” She squealed and you just laughed.

She looked at your boyfriend. “I’m never letting her go.”

Everyone laughed.

Spencer is not living this one down.

An: AHHHHH I just want to apologize for not giving exactly want the request said this just took a mind of its own fr but I hoped you enjoyed until I post again my lovers 🤍

#spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #bau team #derek morgan #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #spencer reid #criminal minds x reader #I need to go to sleep #my lovers on top

[rosaline-black]

I would love a blurb where hotch has a girlfriend whose love language is physical touch and gift giving 😍🫶

Went for just physical touch today because I believe wholeheartedly in touch-starved!Hotch

this is short but incredibly fluffy. Like almost grossly fluffy tbh

Also I’m currently accepting hotch blurb requests so feel free to send them in!!!

Hotch would consider himself good at his job. He noticed the smallest details about his team just because he was very intuitive. He knew Prentiss was a nail biter after a week of knowing her, he knew Reid would blink more as his anxiety increased and he knew that you showed love by small touches.

3 minutes and 42 seconds. 3 minutes and 42 seconds of torture as he tried to pretend like his heart wasn’t imploding at the mere sensation of your hand planting itself on the sleeve of his blazer.

When you first started dating Hotch was apprehensive. You’d known each other for years, you’d known him when he was married, when he was divorced. He’d known you through break ups and relationships you swore were the real thing. But as time ticked on, and he noticed more about you, more of your declared touches. The more he realised as cliche as it was, that the ‘real thing’ was actually in front him the entire time.

So right now, as you both sat side by side on the jet, your cursed hand resting on his arm, did Hotch relish in the feeling for the first time. He appreciated everything you did. The careless smiles and crude snorts that followed laughter you’d been bellowing after one of Prentiss’s sarcastic quips. Even the things you’d sworn you hated. He adored all of it. All of you. Especially the touches.

It took him a while to get used to it. Before you there was Haley, and well before she passed and even before the divorce papers had been signed he had been separated from her in physical form.

So yeah, it was safe to say Aaron hotchner found it tricky to function when you so openly loved him. Hugged him in front of everyone just because you wanted to, put your hand on his shoulder when you were standing behind him in briefings just because you wanted him to know you were right there. He’d never felt so wanted.

“What’re ya thinking about? I know it was a tough case but we caught him Hotch… he won’t be able to do that-“

“You… I was thinking of you…”

Your eyes widened like the rest of the teams did. It was rare to see Hotch express any kind of emotion during work but ever since the two of you had finally gotten together after literal years of pining, well they had all noticed the subtle changes in their unit chiefs earnestness.

No one was brave enough to interrupt the extremely romantic (and slightly nausea inducing according to Prentiss) moment except one Derek Morgan who had a sarcastic quip just waiting to be spoken.

“Woah there Bossman… next you’ll be getting down on one knee at the plane runway…”

Funnily enough Hotch couldn’t find it in himself to be angry. Not when he could practically see your cheeks radiating heat at the mention of marriage. Not when you’d now been touching him for 5 Whole minutes.

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner blurb #Aaron hotchner x you #Aaron hotchner #criminal minds #emily prentiss #derek Morgan #Dave Rossi #hotch x reader #hotch #aaron hotchner fanfic

[bau-drabbles]

a/n: creds to the prev people that did this! :)

your insta but you're dating aaron hotchner, part 3

okay i promise this is the last time 😭 i made this in such a rush, it's so ooc. pls forgive me and enjoy 🤍

part 1, 2, 4

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y/n_xo: aaron and his dimples 😍🫶

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d.morgan: and then you have reid who's standing behind him like a skin walker

its.emilyp: he looks like a kid who's gone to tell his dad he ate all his food including the veg

itsjj: he looks like henry when he vomited at 2am and came into my room to announce it

penny.garcia: my sweet boy, he looks like he needs a big long hug!! 🥹🥹

d.morgan: he's fine sweetness, he's going to live 😐

its.emilyp: its okay derek, spencer loves you too

d.morgan: i already know, who wouldn't 😏

y/n_xo: this is not tinder pls, i just wanted to appreciate aaron's dimps 🥲

itsjj: aww father and his son 💗

a.hotch: one is enough, thanks

d.morgan: loool you heard the man, reid. no one likes you

a.hotch: you leave him alone right now 🤨

reid.gram: you heard the man, morgan. no one likes you 🥱

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y/n_xo: he's so cute 🤍🥹

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d.morgan: yknow sometimes i forget hotch is a whole father

reid.gram: same. he's so angry all the time. i can't fathom him showing any other emotions beside it

y/n_xo: he's so nice to jack, i can't remember last time i even got a kiss 🥲

itsjj: this morning when we walked by your office 🤨

penny.garcia: or last night when we were at the dinner 🤥

the.davidrossi: or literally anytime you both are together 😐

a.hotch: i literally kissed you just a minute ago. but okay

its.emilyp: ignore them all, baby. i'll give you all my kisses 👭

its.emilyp: has he been working out? 🤨

a.hotch: it's all natural, i assure you

d.morgan: he's lyin. he asked me to help him work out

a.hotch: have you never heard of privacy before??

itsjj: i was going to say, he's been looking.... a little bigger lately 🤔

y/n_xo: JJ 💀💀

itsjj: is that not what the kids are calling muscular?

penny.garcia: right?? recently he's been coming in sweaty like he's been running for miles

y/n_xo: sometimes he does ;)

itsjj: 👁👄👁

reid.gram: i am so close to blocking you from my phone

d.morgan: i really did not need that vision in my head 🤢

penny.garcia: i also did not need to see our boss in that light please

y/n_xo: shouldn't have asked 😌🫶

the.davidrossi: i think its time to slip into early retirement

y/n_xo: finally❤

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y/n_xo: i love u my grumpy man

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a.hotch: i love you more, my sweet ❤

its.emilyp: wake up and break up rn

reid.gram: the way i fell into a endless void of nothingness for all of eternity

itsjj: aww you guys are so cute😁🔫

penny.garcia: right, you guys are so adorable!! (i've had enough of living)

d.morgan: highway during rush hour looks mad comfy rn

a.hotch: please every single one of you seek professional help

its.emilyp: two bros holding hands 6 feet apart because they're not gay

y/n_xo: EMILY :(

itsjj: em you know he's just shy

its.emilyp: of what? me personally, i'd be flaunting y/n everywhere 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

y/n_xo: (s)creaming 😻

a.hotch: Y/N! 😠

d.morgan: you do know... we can read these right?? 🤢

reid.gram: i think she likes feeding off our fear and horror

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y/n_xo: i'm abt to give strauss a quick call 🤨

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the.davidrossi: please like erin would go for you 💆‍♂️

y/n_xo: i didn't think she'd go for a mean old pasta man yet here we are

penny.garcia: is that jealousy i smell? 🤔

its.emilyp: he's actually ecstatic that his secret is out #rotch4life😍

reid.gram: you mean *roach

a.hotch: is that how this team refers to me, as the chief supervisor? 🤨

its.emilyp: yep 🫂

d.morgan: she said it^^

its.emilyp: omgg conspiracy theory, hotch dated y/n so he could lust over rossi in private 😹

reid.gram: it's not a conspiracy if it really happened ☝

a.hotch: this most certainly did not happen!

its.emilyp: well you know what they say, guilty until proven innocent

the.davidrossi: nobody says that!

its.emilyp: okay and how do you know?? exactly you don't. case closed 🗣

d.morgan: honestly rossi... it feels like you're trying to cover up your tracks 😏

its.emilyp: the closet is glass, we know and it's okay ❤

itsjj: we all love youu 🥹🫶

the.davidrossi: all of you better sleep tonight with a lock. i'm coming after every single one

penny.garcia: if you kill me, could you try not to ruin my hair? the curls are no joke 😩

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x reader fanfiction #aaron hotch fanfiction #david rossi #derek morgan #emily prentiss #penelope garcia #jennifer jareau

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

cowboy readers and team run into his southern belle ex and maybe some jealous jj please 😍😍 love to see some jelly jj

Description: the BAU run into an old friend of cowboy reader while near his home town

Warning: jealousy, mentions past smoking addiction, that's about it

A/N: Hope you enjoy, this is after reader quits smoking

PART TWO (of this fic, this one is part one)

Taglist: @xweirdo101x @xdark-acadamiax @ara-a-bird @heidss @chubbyboyinflannel @pendragon-writes @migwayne @bigolgay @technikerin23 @supercriminalbean @honestlycasualarcade @caffeine-mess @1s3v3n1 @oddmiles @kevyeen @stealing-kneecaps @criminalskies @woodandwaxwings @wizardmon3 @aphroditeslovr @ducks118 @azeal-peal @13thdoctor-run @introvertpan84 @goth-boi-atlas

It was a case close to home, now the case had been wrapped up, you planned on staying one more night (spend celebrating in the bar and then sleeping in the hotel) and then you were taking them to your house to meet your family. This case being close to home though, also meant that you could bring Buddy with you to see his grandparents (which is where he currently was whilst you had a night of freedom before staying at your parents house).

“Hey, (Y/N),” You looked up from the case file at Penelope, “Since we’re so close to where you grew up, do you think we can meet the family?” 

You faltered for a moment, “I mean, I’d have to ask my Mama, but can’t see why not,” You said with a shrug, getting your phone out and texting her, ignoring the ‘aww’s from Penelope and Emily as you did so. “I’ve asked,”

It didn’t take long for her to respond (a whole three minutes). “She says of course,” You said, Derek and Penelope both cheering. "She says we can head down whenever. There's a good bar close by if you wanna celebrate first?"

"Let's get a move on then!" Garcia declared.

You drove them all to the bar, missing your truck as you did so. SUV's always hit different. Three drinks in (three drinks for everyone else, you were still making your way through your first pint - you weren't a big drinker), a woman approached you.

"(Y/N)? No way!" You turn at the familiar voice and meet face to face with your ex, Rose. She looks good, she's wearing shorts and a tank top, matched with cowboy boots and a hat. She's still pretty. 'She ain't got nothin' on JJ,' A small part of your brain chimes in, but you shrug it away. Nothing could happen anyway. A twinge of sadness swept through your stomach.

"Rose? Oh wow, it's been a while,"

Rose laughs, "I'll say! How ya been?" She brushes her hair off her face as she talks and you grin.

"Not too bad, just workin' mostly," You say with a nod.

"Hey, cowboy, you gonna introduce us?" Morgan smirks.

"Everyone this is Rose, Rose this is Morgan, JJ, Prentiss, Hotch, Rossi, Reid, and last but not least The Penelope Garcia."

"Hi, it's so nice to meet y’all," Rose grinned.

"How do you know (Y/N)?" Garcia asked.

"Oh we dated through high-school," Rose nodded, "Thought it was true love," And you laughed as you rolled your eyes slightly. "We were idiots back then," She added.

"Thanks," You muttered sarcastically.

"What? We were, you started smokin' and I was a mess." Rose explained. "Did you finally stop that smoking habit then?" Rose asks, folding her arms.

"Yes Ma'am," You said with a nod, "JJ here forced me after I jumped back on the wagon,"

"She must be a very special lady if she could make you of all people quit."

"She guilted me into it," You tease lightly, shooting JJ a smile. You force the smile to stay as you see the hesitant smile JJ sent you. Had you said something wrong?

You were too caught up in talking to Rose, you didn't see JJ walking off. Or Emily following her.

"Hey, JJ, you okay?"

"Hm? Yeah, I'm fine," JJ said, fake smile in place.

Emily raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. "Yeah and your sudden fowl mood has nothing to do with the attractive woman (Y/N) is talking to?" JJ sighed as she felt herself blush. "Ah, so I'm onto something, am I?" She teased. "What's going on? What you thinking?"

"I've developed... feelings for him." JJ admits hesitantly. "And seeing her talk to him makes me feel..."

"Jealous?"

"No. Insecure."

"You? Insecure?" Emily asked, jaw dropping.

JJ groaned, "Please don't start singing one direction,"

"What? No! Gross." Emily paused, "Is this insecurity paired with... any other feelings?"

"A little bit of jealousy I guess," JJ mumbled.

"Are you going to talk to him about it?"

"God no!" JJ exclaims, blushing when she realises how loudly she protested. "I mean, not right now."

Emily gave a small chuckle. "You jealous about anything in particular?"

"That they were dating." JJ said with a shrug.

"Ooo does someone wanna date a cowboy?" JJ flushed bright red. "I'll take that as a yes."

"Okay, yeah, but he clearly doesn't feel the same so there's no point. I just need to get over him."

"Er, excuse, rewind-" Emily said, pointing her wine glass at her. "Are you both blind? You clearly both feel the same way about each other."

"Emily-"

"No. JJ, you both like each other so for God's sake get together!"

"You're just saying that." JJ said. Emily groaned, throwing her hand in the air. "Come on, let's just forget about it and get drunk."

Emily shrugged, that sounded like a good idea to her.

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid #emily prentiss #david rossi #jennifer jareau #x male reader #x cowboy reader #bau x cowboy reader #cowboy reader #bau x reader #bau x male reader #bau team #bau #male!reader #male reader #criminal minds fanficiton #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds x reader

[radiant-reid]

Blurb on Derek giving spencer “advice” on

How to swoon reader but when he desperately tries to flirt with reader by acting like Derek the reader is all like “you know you can be yourself right?” This is just so cute and funny to me 😍

Love love love

“I just really want her to like me.” Spencer whines, trying not to look at you from across the bar. It’s basically impossible when you’re so enticing. He can’t help his eyes drifting over to you.

“You have to be smooth then, charm her.” Morgan instructs him. “Flirt with her, play some cat and mouse, touch her a little. You have to make her want you, and before you know it, you’ll have a girlfriend.”

Spencer shakes his head firmly. “I can’t.” Even with two drinks in him, when he’s bolder than usual, there’s no way he can flirt with you. “Seriously. She’ll just think I’m an idiot.”

“No, she won’t, kid,” Morgan reassures him. “I’ll give you some pointers if you want.”

Spencer’s first instinct is to shut him down. He’s never going to be able to get with you so why not try with one of Morgan’s routines. But the longer he thinks about his friend's flirting, the more clear the answer becomes. “Okay.” He agrees. If Morgan’s gotten countless girls to go home with him, something he does must work. “But I’m not baby-girling her.”

“Good. Garcia wouldn’t be happy with you.” Morgan reminds him. “What you need to do is go over there.” He points to the bar where you’re sitting with the girls. “Stand behind her with your arm on one side of her so when you talk, it’s in her ear. Ask her if she wants a drink. Then sit next to her, tap your knees against hers, compliment her and let the conversation go from there. Easy.”

It doesn’t sound easy. “Is that really going to work?” Spencer asks, not wanting to be set up.

Morgan hands him the rest of his beer. “If you drink this, ditch the cardigan, roll up your sleeves, gain some confidence, make eye contact and stop thinking so hard. Also, lower your voice.”

Spencer unhappily gulps down the rest of the beer, grimacing at the taste. He much prefers cocktails with enough sugar in them to make a normal person sick.

Morgan slaps him on the back as he gets up. “Go get the girl, lover boy.”

He’s nervous as he walks over. Although he’s permanently nervous around you. Following Morgan’s instructions, he places her hand on the bar to your right side and hovers behind you.

You don’t expect such a bold move to come from Spencer Reid, but you recognize those forearms and that cologne. “Spencer.” You hum, looking up at him. To your left, JJ and Penelope are watching eagerly.

“Want a drink?” He offers, already flagging down a bartender. His voice does make a noticeable shiver run down your spine.

You order another of what you were drinking and Spencer, much to your surprise, orders a scotch. It’s his own improv move, figuring Morgan doesn’t go around sipping cocktails.

He slides into the seat beside you while your drinks get made, and he spins the chair around so you’re facing him. That was smooth.

He taps his knee against yours, hoping you realize it’s more than just because he’s tall. “Green really is your color.” He says, looking at your olive-colored blouse.

“Thanks.” You reply, slightly suspicious. You hadn’t even realized Spencer noticed things about girls until now.

“It might be my new favorite color now.” He continues, cringing at every word. “Or maybe your eye color.”

You laugh, and he tenses, worried about how you're reacting. "Tell me more." You prompt.

"I'd love to." He agrees. "At mine or yours?"

"How do I know you're not a serial killer?" You ask, leaning closer and grinning.

He frowns at you. "What do you mean? Obviously, I'm not, we work together against serial killers."

"Really? Because I thought maybe you were one of those frat boys." You nod to a group of backward-cap-wearing, colored-shorts kids. "Who definitely have fake IDs."

"What?" He asks again, confused.

You touch his knee lightly with your hand. "Spencer, you know you can be yourself around me, right? I like you, not some really odd persona."

He's blushing, more from your confession than embarrassment. "You like me?" He squeaks.

"I do." You assure him. "Real you, though. Can I have him back?"

"Yes." He nods quickly. "You can."

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fandom #spencer reid x you #spencer reid blurb

[anika-ann]

No Pressure - Pt.1 (S.R.)

Type: two-shot, early relationship, canon-ish (see A/N)

Pairining: Steve Rogers x reader (GG x Sparkles)     Word count: 6800

Summary: Only four weeks after you said your goodbyes, the Avengers and the BAU meet up again for an important assignment. Tensions and tensions are a little high, because you and Steve have some…intimate things to work out. But you will – you always do, right? Maybe with a little help from a friend.

Mission location: Quantico, Virginia;   Subject: JJ’s birthday celebration;  Objective: enjoy the night

Warnings: 18+ for some NSFW thoughts, FLUFF, mention of canon-typical violence and injuries, language

A/N: Standalone or a two-shot following Love on the Brain series and its oneshots - you might profit from checking the masterlist for characters; divider by firefly-graphics 😍

A/N: Plan - 6,8k of fluff and 12k of healthy communication and NSFW 😁

“Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.” ― Robert A. Heinlein

Dimmed lights illuminated his broad figure as he stood tall, ready to strike in a moment’s time; calculating eyes fixed on the challenge in front of him. You could only imagine the speed with which his brain analysed every possible way to solve the problem, all the possible outcomes. Only seconds must have passed, but to him, it no doubt felt like ages; he was a supersoldier after all, he not only had the strength, but the brains too. And beauty.

Your heart was racing in your chest at the sight of him as you stood firmly by his side, as always; trusting him to do his best, as always.

He glanced your way, gifting you a small smile which probably shouldn’t have invited butterflies to dance in your stomach, but the fact was, you didn’t think Steve could ever look at you like this without such effect.

Then, he focused forward again, trying to centre himself, no doubt feeling the weight placed on his shoulders.

“You’ve got this,” you whispered for his ears only, allowing yourself the indulgence of gently running your fingers over his bicep before taking several steps back.

“No pressure, honest! It’s not like the world is depending on you or anything!” a male voice howled, shattering the intimate moment. You rolled your eyes.

Even from behind him, you could tell Steve took a deep breath at the comment; you could practically see his nerves and irritation spike. You, on the other hand, were just annoyed. It was always like this; men. Even more so, Tony.

“Don’t listen to him, Steve,” you said, rolling your eyes once more for a good measure. “He’s just full of bull.”

“Excuse me? Do you seriously not realize how much is at stake?” Tony’s exasperated voice answered, causing you to shoot him a deadpan look, not even a bit surprised you found him clutching at his chest theatrically.

“…your ego?” you suggested, making several people in his vicinity snicker and look at him curiously, expectant of his reaction.

“Damn right- no! This is so much more!” he cried out and this time, a few chuckles sounded around, only having him seem more offended. “It’s a matter of national-“

“Tony,” you interrupted him, unimpressed, “this is literally a bowling alley.”

You looked around the room pointedly, a hole-in-the-wall place Derek had discovered, a bar with a small dancefloor, four modest alleys for bowling, folks minding their own business and not blinking twice when the reservation for 13 people was made on all the lines but one. Seven FBI agents (in civil disguise) and five Avengers plus one could have made for a spectacle; however, the patrons here didn’t seem to care much.

It was a nice change.

“But we cannot have our ass handed to us by FBI agents, Jones!” Tony sputtered. “…even if it’s a great ass.”

The corners of your lips twitched as few of the agents in questions – namely Emily, Morgan, Garcia and JJ – booed in protest, for which you couldn’t blame them.

Tony’s ego was sometimes too much to deal with and even though you knew he was joking, momentarily pointing at his own behind to prove a point, your mind sparked with a brilliant retort to have him shut up.

Turning back to your boyfriend of almost four weeks and best friend for a better part of two years, you made a show of checking out his ass in the deliciously tight jeans – which served both as a great entertainment for you and a means to justify your means.

“True that, Tony. I could not agree more. It is a pretty awesome ass and I did have a hand on it before,” you informed the billionaire cheerily, snorting at the mess of reactions following your statement.

Several things happened at once.

One: Garcia and Clint gave an appreciative hum of agreement. Two: JJ, Emily and Natasha smirked behind their glass, taking a pointed sip of their drinks. Three: Morgan and Reid nearly choked on their drinks, while Hotch kept his expression almost straight, only one corner of his lips twitching. Four: Bruce Banner and David Rossi looked as if they wanted to be anywhere but where they were at the moment. Five: Tony’s scandalized expression was a thing of your brightest dreams.

And finally, Steve’s unimpressed voice – accompanied by his quickly reddening neck and ears – cut the silence following your statement.

“Are you two done or should we just take a break?”

You smiled at him, wide but sweet, stepping out of his way again.

“Give it hell, GG. No pressure. Just enjoy the game,” you advised gently, barely hiding the sudden assault of blues the words gave as your mind strayed away.

No pressure. Right. Tonight was so not the night to open that can of worms.

“Cheers to that!” Morgan called out, cockily raising his drink in a toast. “Just enjoy. More points for us.”

“Is this coming from a guy who likes to vibe things, especially in sports?” JJ jabbed at Morgan good-naturedly, earning an offended expression as if she just revealed Morgan’s darkest secret live on national television.

“Okay, I’ll bite, what team are you on, JJ?”

“Team ‘let’s have a good time’ is where I’m on,” Garcia shot back, raising her glass to clink it with yours.

You happily obliged, catching a glimpse of Steve hitting a spare, knocking down the two remaining pins. You cheered in his direction, earning a slightly shy smile in return, his face still set aflame from the discussion about his perfect behind.

It was easy to forget why you were here in the first place in moments like this one.

For JJ’s birthday, she invited you to join the BAU’s night out – because you were a part of family. Not wanting to exclude your boyfriend, she invited him along too. Steve, while pleased, felt a little self-conscious about intruding what was almost a family night, which somehow resulted in the whole Avengers band, sans Thor who was momentarily on Asgard, tagging along and turning the night into a friendly match in bowling.

And boy, were you having fun. Undiluted heart-warming fun.

To see your old life and new life come together and mingle was a gift. There were so many different personalities, but with each team being used to handle abnormalities and quirks – albeit very different ones – the atmosphere was accommodating. Inviting. Non-judgemental. No one picked on Reid for disinfecting his hands after each round. No one laughed at Hotch’s, Bruce’s or Garcia’s lacking skills.

But that didn’t mean the night wasn’t competitive. It was. So competitive.

When the game finally ended, all points summed up and divided by the number of players for each team, the BAU had two point three points extra per capita. Tony was devastated and demanded a rematch. Only a few joined, leaving you, JJ, Garcia, Natasha and Bruce out.

The game barely even started, the conversation flowing effortlessly when JJ suddenly nudged your arm, lopsided smile on her face.

“Hey, I could use going to the restroom and getting a refill. You coming with me?”

Not seeing a single reason why not, you shrugged. She was the birthday girl, among other things, after all, more the reason to get a moment with her before tomorrow’s brunch. Steve was out of beer anyway, you could use a soft drink for a change and a break from the lovely but loud crowd sounded pretty great too, to be honest.

“Sure.”

The moment you entered the privacy of the small bathroom and JJ turned to you with her face being all business, you cursed yourself. You had agreed, like a fool, even though you could tell she must have had some ulterior motives, whatever they might be.

“So, Johnie… what gives?” she questioned, propping her hip on the bathroom sink, arms crossing on her chest as she studied you.

“Huh?”

A brief friendly smile passed her lips, her eyes kind but curious.

“I don’t mean to pry, but… something’s bothering you. And that something has to do with your new, very hot and very nice boyfriend,” she noted appreciatively, showing a subtle thumbs-up before growing more serious again, while your panic grew by the second. “So I’m just saying… If you want to talk with someone who for sure won’t rat you out, because they have no obligation to him whatsoever, I’m here.”

You gulped, forcing a smile to your face.

“Nothing’s bothering me,” you pipped up, heading to the stall, earning a sigh.

Much like you, JJ knew that was a blatant and lame lie. She was, naturally, on point – not that you planned on telling her that, on opening about your… problem.

It did have everything to do with Steve – and with you. Perhaps mostly you. Fifty-fifty, one might argue.

Now Steve was a dream come true. He was loyal, attentive, funny, sweet and protective to a fault. Yes, the hours were already a nightmare and he could be a pain in everyone’s ass, but he was the best guy you had ever met to date. He was your best friend, after all, best friend turned boyfriend.

And therein lied the problem – the boyfriend part.

You two slipped had into casual touches easily, more than ecstatic to jump into physical side of your romantic relationship, having already exchanging touch as a love language before you realized what kind of love it was. To make things even better, Steve must have had a master’s degree in kissing, if not a PhD., and enormous part of that was that he paid attention. He liked to explore what you enjoyed, he let you take charge when you as much as hinted at wanting it, he could kiss sweet, he could kiss playful, he could kiss filthy in a way that made you feel like you might burst into flames unless he paid attention to certain parts of your body more.

And on two particular instances, he had done exactly that. You would make out like a pair of horny teenagers, your hips instinctively moving forward to rub against him, his hands sprawled over your body, teasing the soft skin under your breasts, just on the edge of your bra, guiding your movements even – he’d kiss you breathless when the friction became too much and your orgasm ripped though you, swallowing the needy sound that would have escaped your lips. He’d whisper how beautiful you were straight your ear, wet lips trailing along your jaw and you’d feel like you tasted heaven.

Other times, you’d only reach the phase of a heavy make-out session and wouldn’t even get to you seeing stars, which was maddening, but at the same time, quite alright.

You could do slow… even if you felt like you might spontaneously combust unless things went a little faster. That wasn’t the main problem; the thing that happened after was.

You would have missed it if it happened once or twice, but it happened always. Be it you were coming down from your high, be it you were left hanging, something in the air would shift. Steve would do something ridiculously affectionate as grasping your hand and kissing each finger, cradle your head and running his fingers through your hair; an offer to get dinner at last or start another movie or go to sleep since it was late would come before you could compose yourself. And you didn’t dare to protest – why would you? Steve was simply being thoughtful, patient, generous. Until it started to feel like he wasn’t that – it felt like he was actively avoiding going further. Avoiding you getting him off, avoiding you two crossing a certain line.  

You didn’t push, at first because you wanted him to be comfortable with you. Then, while still wanting so, you’d hesitate for the fear of being rejected. You didn’t believe Steve to be shy – sometimes with the PDA in front of certain people, maybe, but the very second kiss you two shared spoke of something different, so you were sure that wasn’t it. But then what was? Every filthy kiss you received would have convinced you he wanted you, all of you. However, with the pattern of backing away… was it unreasonable to doubt? Was it unreasonable to give into insecurity about your looks? About your skills?

And what if it wasn’t that but something even more? Not about you, but about you two? You heard of people who, having been close friends for years, tried dating and it didn’t work out – because they found out they had been friends for so long that romance was no longer in cards for them. What if this was the case? What if you and Steve… couldn’t work out that way? What if he just didn’t know how to tell you without hurting you that he found the idea of sleeping with you unappealing? Hell, slightly repulsive even? He would most definitely struggle with turning you down gently, the mere notion of breaking your heart equalling an unthinkable act, the deadliest of sins. And the worst of your nightmares.

It was all jokes and teasing, but four weeks into dating – albeit with one of them with you being sick –and you hadn’t had sex. You hadn’t blown him or gave him a hand-job; he hadn’t moved his hands under the belt of your pants, at least not to very specific area. All you did was good old-fashioned dry-humping and that was a rare occasion too.

You didn’t know what was wrong. But pushing him, poking around the issue? Yeah, that was not gonna happen. Steve wasn’t the only one who didn’t want you to get your feelings hurt, thank you very much. You had some self-preservation left. You couldn’t--- after longing for him for a better part of two years, after getting the chance to know what it actually was like to be with Steve… the relationship not working out might crush you.

Having spiralled back into the pit of despair, you met JJ’s intent gaze in the mirror by the sink – and you felt yourself break, face crumbling, the well-crafted reassuring smile slipping.

“…god, I hate profilers,” you exclaimed, earning a smirk from the blonde.

“No, you don’t. Come on, what’s wrong? You two seem great together. I don’t think I have ever seen you so happy.”

“We are!” you agreed instantly and you weren’t lying. Steve was the perfect boyfriend. 12 out of 10 would recommend. That was a part of the problem, you guessed. “I am the happiest I could be, he’s… he’s amazing.”

JJ’s eyebrows arched. “Wow. You might as well have the but written on your forehead.”

You gasped, offended, but knowing exactly when and how she came to the conclusion she had.

“Rude! I stopped controlling my microexpression back there for like, a second.”

She shrugged, an easy smile on her lips as she wiped her hands. “Maybe. But that’s not the point, is it?”

“JJ…”

“Hey, I don’t want to push you, but… I’m here, okay?” she assured you with a kind smile and truth to her word, she made her way out of the bathroom.

You blurted the words out before you could think twice.

“Do you think…” She stopped in her tracks, turning around slowly with one eyebrow raised, making you gulp as you searched for the right words. “Uhm, this sounds so stupid when I say it out loud, but do you think Steve and I’ve got… chemistry?”

A beat of silence followed.

“…chemistry,” JJ echoed, dumbfounded.

“Yeah, okay, I see how that explained nothing,” you chuckled self-consciously, trying to gather your thoughts – vainly. Once you opened your mouth, the waterfall of words was unstoppable. “It’s— look. We tease each other all the time, that’s how we work. Shut up or I’ll make you. Yes please. That sort of thing. Hell, he joked about leaving a mark and stubble-burn the very day he-“

Your voice cut off as JJ arched her other eyebrow as well, clearly intrigued. You cleared your throat, ignoring the burn in your face.

“It’s just… it’s been four weeks. And I’m okay with slow, I really am, but we’ve been so close for almost two years and--- now that we’re finally together, all we got to is some… A+ kissing, some more serious making out. But he always stops. Or I actually stop, because I—I remember every time he stopped, probably because he doesn’t want to go further yet and so I chicken out every time but I feel like we’re stuck and I have no idea how to get unstuck without either of us getting our heart broken.”

You finished, out of breath, throat dry, frustration vibrating through your nerves. All you said was true – the pace at which the words spilled out didn’t leave space for any filter anyway. And the silence that followed was longer this time; JJ’s expression sobered

“I see.”

A half-amused half-desperate chuckle escaped your lips, hands thrown in the air.

“No, you don’t. JJ, I’d climb him like a tree and let him fold me like a laundry and I don’t even know what that means and how I know these expressions! And before, I thought he wanted that too, hell, he kisses me like we’re having sex already, sorry for the TMI. But it’s not happening, he always tenses up so much, plays it off. I don’t want to push him and I don’t want to mess it up. I feel like a hormonal teenager, except I’d never break up with him over this, but I… what if we’ve been friends for too long? What if it's just not gonna work as anything more? What if he doesn’t want me that way? I mean, he definitely still wants it, but just not with me? What if he doesn’t see me that way?” you finished in a whisper.

A few tears stung in your eyes and you had to take deep breaths to blink them away, nose tingling.

“Oh honey…”

To her credit, JJ didn’t call you an idiot, which was something you’d do if you had listened to your non-sense whining. Instead, she smiled compassionately, arms subtly opened for a hug which you couldn’t but fall into, squeezing tight even as you suddenly felt ridiculous.

JJ released you, watching you silently for a moment before speaking up; speaking up from heart, clearly, her expression surprisingly vulnerable.

“Look… I’m not saying that I know exactly how you feel, because obviously, I don’t. But… me and Will, it’s not always easy. It’s actually harder more often than not. Between our schedules, physically and emotionally draining jobs, Henry… hell, sometimes it feels like literal laundry folding is the most frequent activity at our house,” she said, grimacing.

“Sorry-“

“It’s worth it, always,” she interrupted you quickly, genuine smile spreading on her lips. “But we’re talking about you here. And… I admit, as I was home with Henry, I got more into those, uhm, magazines for mums and forums and stuff and I remember reading up on something that might actually help you resolve your specific situation. But you have to promise me not to say no right away because it’s a little… controversial.”

Breath hitching, your hopes rose – but JJ seemed adamant about you saying yes before she revealed her miraculous solution. Her face told you that you were in for a real treat and you should brace yourself. Which wasn’t ominous in the slightest.

You swore to god, if she suggested you brought in a third person into your relationship…

“…okay? I promise.”

JJ’s smile widened, her eyes glowing with sincerity and humour.

“Talk to him,” she suggested softly.

You deadpanned in an instant. She had to be kidding.

“Seriously?”

“Yes. I’m sorry, but it sounds to me like that’s exactly what you two need to do,” she laughed gently, tilting her head to side.

“JJ, I’m not just gonna talk to him! That’s-- I don’t think that’s gonna set the mood. I think that’s gonna kill the last remnants of passion we have. Not to mention that he’s a literal superhuman and yes, he loves me, but it’s… the chances I’ll do something wrong even if we finally get to it, is about 98% and now I’d want to talk about it first? 100% turn-off.”

JJ smirked, crossing her arms on her chest.

“Spence worked out that statistics for you?” she challenged, only earning another glare. “Sorry. Well then, how did you work it out with your ex?”

“I never had an ex who was my friend for so long before we got together,” you pointed out.

“Okay, that’s fair. But… sometimes you do have talk it out first, get things out of the way. I’m not saying you should talk about it and jump his bones right after. But take a night, maybe open a bottle of wine…“

“He can’t get drunk unless on Asgardian liquor,” you interjected again, causing JJ’s lips to part in surprise and frown.

“…oh. Oh wow, that sucks for him—anyway. Try to get that thing for him and a wine for you, hell, since it’s you who needs a bit of a liquid courage, just get the wine to help you then. But honestly… first time is never perfect, you know that. Exploring what the other person likes is part of the journey – and part of the fun, no? Why are you overthinking it so much, Johnie?”

Mirroring JJ’s pose, to protect yourself more than anything, you gulped and averted her gaze with a sigh.

“It’s not about it being the first time. Not only anyway. And I’m not overthin-“

JJ’s face turned intensely unimpressed at your denial. Then again, so did yours – because yes, you might be overthinking it, just a little bit. But also her question was entirely ridiculous, with the clearest answer in the world and she knew that as well as you did.

“You’re a profiler, JJ. You noticed my slip of a damn microexpression. I don’t have to tell you why, I know you already know.”

“Do I? Do you? Why are you overthinking, Johnie?” JJ pressed, expression softening when you dared to meet her gaze, your own slightly misted over – tears of shame, childish tears of irrational fear.

“…because I love him and he’s the best damn guy, so I really really don’t want to fuck it up.”

“Good,” she said gently, the kindness in the blue of her eyes reminding you of Steve’s own. “And what do you think are the chances that he feels just the same, overthinking it just as much? Because I saw the way this guy is looking at you and I’d bet my life that he thinks you’re the best damn woman and he really really doesn’t want to fuck it up either. Because you have a great thing going and he knows it too… so talk to him. Really. It goes a long way.”

Taking a deep breath, you wiped away the one stray tear that found its way out, trying to smile.

“Thanks, JJ. I’m sorry to burden you with my shit on your birthday, really.”

“Hey, I asked,” she opposed, shaking her head. “And you’re still my friend, birthday or not.”

“Thank you,” you said again, running a hand through your hair as you inhaled deeply again, ready to go back to the fun. So ready. “Do you really struggle to make things work with Will sometimes? You guys seem just so… natural in everything.”

JJ’s snort was brilliantly undignified – something she could afford thanks to her overall perfectness. “Oh yeah, no. If that’s the picture we’re managing to present somehow, good for us. But there’s a plenty of work behind that.”

Your lips lifted in an honest smile. “Well, it’s no wonder you’re managing it. You’re both kinda superhumans.”

She shrugged and flicked her hair over her shoulder theatrically, making you laugh as you exited the bathroom.

You were just about to head back to the tables, hands full with drink for you and Steve, when Natasha appeared by your side silently, her slender fingers curling around the glass in your hands.

You barely had the time to let confusion take you before pure bewilderment took its place; Steve’s warm hand brushed your hip, leading you away – and astray – , his unexpected but no less pleasant touch sending a shiver up your spine.

You looked up at him, searching his face for answers. A small smile tugged at his lips, but he provided no explanation.

“…am I being kidnapped?”

The corners of his lips twitched. “Now there’s a thought,” he hummed, finally reaching his destination, apparently.

A quiet corner. Huh?

“Thanks for the refill. You okay?”

Your heart skipped a startled beat.

He noticed?! Of course he noticed. And now he led you away from everyone’s sight, his bulky frame serving as a shield from the world. Because Steve had noticed something might be out there in that world that you needed to be protected from. The flutter in your heart was nothing but affectionate this time.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” you played it off nevertheless, not keen on explaining your thoughts on physicality of your relationship in a middle of a bar.

The pad of his thumb was achingly tender as it trailed over your cheekbone, brushing under your eye – the traitorous eye that had released a single tear earlier – his gaze inquiring and soft at once.

“Not to call you out, but… do I have a beef with someone for making my girl sad?”

The way he loomed over you, standing between you and the world, even as he knew you were far from a helpless damsel. Combat-ready but patient, respectful of your choice. An epitome of gentle strength. It stole your breath and filled your chest to the brim with affection – and your hindbrain with images of him using his strength to leave you breathless all the same.

Along came a serene realization. Everything was going to work out – you would work it out together. It was Steve, after all; your guy. Your insanely attentive, protective, safe guy, your ridiculously attractive best friend.

With a single goal in your mind, you grabbed his wrist and tugged, his body yielding to your power – laughable in comparison to his own – and following you few steps further behind the corner.

“Come here.”

Your free hand yanked him close by his shirt, leaving him with no option but to catch himself against the wall by his palms in order not to squish you. His body aligned with yours, a sweet and urgent encounter of lips as your hand smoothed as far down his chest as it could in the limited space, fingers indulging in the heat radiating through the silky fabric. Unhurried but demanding, you hoped to pour your feelings into the kiss, a message Steve seemed to receive. Steve’s content sigh and hands finding purchase of your hips was the only response you wished for, along with sweetly reserved enthusiasm. One hand moving to cradle your cheek, a gentle press of his body against yours, it was a push and pull where there was no losing, only winning.

Steve’s smile tasted of awe as your lips finally parted, eyes wide as he observed you.

“What was that for?” he questioned, the bewilderment in his voice having you lower your gaze for a moment, inspecting and smoothing down the collar of his shirt before you gathered your scattered thoughts and looked up, met with a curious but undeniably soft smile..

“For being you. I love you.”

“I love you too.. but you didn’t answer my question. Do I-“

You pressed your lips together as you smiled and shook your head, the tip of your index finger covering his mouth. “No need to beat anyone up, GG. Just beat some fine FBI asses that still aren’t as fine as yours.”

He kissed the pad of your finger, long fingers grasping your wrist and moving it away.

“Har har. I only know of one fine FBI ass and that’s a former one.” He grinned when your eyebrows jumped in feigned surprise. If there was one thing Steve showed his appreciating clearly for, it was that particular part of your body. “Hey… you sure you’re okay? If you want to go-“

“No. Let’s go back before they accuse you of doping.”

“Hey, I am allowed. Apparently, the world and Avengers’ honour is depending on me,” he parroted Tony’s words, causing you to snort.

“Well, you better hurry up then.”

“I will,” he hummed, not moving an inch away from you, quite the contrary, bowing his head closer to yours. “Just one more dose of doping from my best girl?”

Yeah. Everything was going to work out just fine.

“Such a cheater…” you muttered, more than willingly leaning forward and letting him capture your lips again, all silly smiles and indulgence.

“ROGERS!” unmistakable rich-boy’s cry had you jumping barely two seconds later, Steve’s annoyed sigh tickling your lips as he retreated. “We know you can hear us, haul your ass in here! It’s your turn!”

Steve’s chest brushed yours as he inhaled and exhaled slowly, tucking a loose strand of your hair behind you ear. “We’ve been summoned.”

“Seems like.”

One last peck – eliciting a ridiculously girlish giggle from your throat – and Steve’s hand took yours, leading you back into the spotlight back to the tables. All Avengers’ and FBI’s eyes were on you, causing your face to feel hot as some of them had an unmistakable smirk on their face telling you that behind or corner or not, you had been thoroughly seen through.

Derek made a show of turning to JJ, scandalized and accusing. “What the hell were you two up to in the little ladies room?”

JJ shrugged as she sipped on her beer. “I don’t kiss and tell, sorry.”

“You know, Derek, it’s like I keep telling you,” Emily teased him knowingly, clinking JJ’s bottle. “There are certain questions that if you need to ask them…”

“…you couldn’t handle the answer,” Garcia finished.

This time, it was the poor technical analyst on the end of Derek’s fake hurt glare.

“Oh, you too, babygirl? Fine then. I sense another match, this time ladies versus gentlemen.”

Natasha snorted as she made space for you in the booth, first you, then Steve squishing in.

“Not sure these two would handle being against each other.”

“Please,” you scoffed, eyeing Nat with offence written all over you face even as she was barely the only one who seemed to doubt you and Steve’s ability to be competitive. Had they met you two? “Bring it. We’ll crush them.”

“Ooooh, I see how it is. First you play with his mind and then you play against him. Dangerous lady,” Derek noted, earning a nudge from Garcia.

“I’ll show you a dangerous lady.”

“Alright, alright, that settles it,” JJ laughed, checking with everyone, including the more level-headed members of your peculiar group that they were, literally, game. “Guys vs. girls.”

Frankly, while everyone was in, Tony was a little pissed, because he had a high score already in the current game – but then as if someone flipped a switch, he was practically bursting with excitement about new challenge. And went to reach for a ball, first to play, just after he had managed to set up the new match on the machines.

“Hey Tony?” Steve called out after him, his voice an equivalent of a smug smirk. “No pressure! It’s not like the world is depending on you or anything!”

Your lips curled up, pride humming in your chest as the lot of your friends laughed. Without shame, you raised your hand for everyone to see and for Steve to high-five. He did. Tony pouted, chin up as he spun on his heel dramatically. You squeezed Steve’s hand in appreciation.

Catching JJ smiling into her glass, you silently mouthed a thank you.

Steve was having a great time. Not necessarily one for a night out, being just fine with a quiet night in, especially with you, he couldn’t deny tonight was fun – not only for him, but for you too, which made for more than a half of his contentment.  

The night out did you good – Steve couldn’t remember seeing you this happy for a long time, if ever. Hanging out with your old team with no imminent threats brought the widest smile on your face and while you weren’t exactly shy normally, if he was to draw conclusion based on this night only, he might even call you outgoing and extremely social. Confident. Sexy. Steve wasn’t a fan of the last word, but he couldn’t deny that – once again, while always beautiful and attractive – you were turning more heads than usual and his train of thought wasn’t exactly virtuous either.

All that would have left him jealous and worried you might flee back to your former team for good – but then you’d look at him, eyes brimming with affection and sometimes even a challenge and want, you’d snuggle to his side for at least a moment after each round of bowl, making his chest puff with pride and all Steve felt was satisfying warmth. He was utterly in love and you were glowing. It was tempting to just reach for your hand and drag you out of the bowling alley and snatch all that glow for himself, bask in it and make you his.

It was why he immediately noticed when you were coming back from the bathroom with the light you had been radiating slightly dimmed. Your eyes weren’t puffy, but while you were still smiling, they were a tinge glassy and missing the spark. He confronted you; and while he got more than he bargained for, but no answer. Within minutes, his irresistible Sparkles was back, strengthened by a sip from Nat’s shot of vodka before the coke, calling out for his heart and brain, stealing all his rational thoughts.

No wonder they lost to the team of women; even though that was hardly only Steve’s fault.

The glow on you turned into one of a supernova as your hands shot up above your head with an excited yes! when Emily finished the perfect ride. On average, every woman ended up with almost seven points on a man. Tony was crushed. Garcia, Emily, JJ, Natasha and you were rightfully gloating and smirking.

“Oh, ooooh, do you hear that? This sounds like a winners’ song for the ladiiiiiies!” Garcia cried out the moment an unfamiliar tune started playing on the radio, tugging at your and Emily’s hand, already pulling you towards the tiny dancefloor separated from the alley by the bar.

You just opened your mouth to protest when JJ shook her index finger on you, grabbing your other hand and bravely doing the same to the world’s most dangerous redhead. Rolling your eyes, but humouring the other women drunk on victory and alcohol, you tagged along, much to Steve’s amusement.

The amusement quickly died in his throat when you made it to the dancefloor.

You let the music guide you, the upbeat pop song by a singer Steve was sure he heard before quickly consuming you. Moving your hips, curling, twirling, jumping, flipping your hair side to side, hip thrusts in synch with JJ, then Garcia, you were laughing as if you were seeing the five of you as the biggest goofs in the bar – except to Steve you were anything but.

The Siren call of your body and the alluring glow of you turned unbearable. Steve had never seen anything that would send his hindbrain into an overdrive faster in his life – or made his jeans so tight. You winked and laughed bashfully in his direction before tuning into the others’ excitement again and his stomach flipped. He had to down his beer in one go, trying to sooth his thirst – vainly, because a glass was not where he wanted to drink from. It was no help that the lyrics spoke of a her being made of candy, the back of her throat and holes and getting some, filling Steve’s imagination with everything but propriate images of you and him. He didn’t know what the song was about, but he didn’t care.

He was sure the tune and this improvised dance was created solely to torture him. He was glad the table hid his hard situation – and that he was sitting. He was deaf to the sore booing of his coplayers, the roar of blood in his ears (telling him that despite how he felt, there was still some blood left circulating in his skull too) was all he could hear. He felt the edge of the wooden desk splinter under his grip and instantly dropped his hands to his lap. This was bad.

And the seconds and minutes dragged on and on, heat licking on his veins every time you exposed your throat as if inviting him to suck on your throbbing pulse point, every time you dragged your palms down your hips and thighs as if you were challenging to replace your hands by his own.

By the time the song and consequently your little dance finally ended and you made your way back to him, he was sure he was going to explode – or slam you against the wall and take you right where he was, uncaring for the witnesses.

Your eyes were shining as you approached, almost as bright as your grin as you plopped next to him, leaning into his shoulder affectionately, grabbing his hand with both of yours. The feel of your hot skin against his, no matter how innocent, felt like a hot wire straight to his groin, your perfume with the faintest tint of sweat filling his nostrils, images of another situation where he could get lost in that scent having his head spin.

He was snapped from his heavenly hell by a squeak of the bench as Garcia squished next to a laughing Derek, wiggling her eyebrows at him.

“A kiss for the winner, handsome?”

Derek grabbed at his chest, pretending to be wounded by Garcia’s bold request, but leaned into her space and pecked her cheek.

“Goddamn, you woman! I’ll get back at you, just so you know!”

“Oh baby, I can’t wait,” Garcia assured him, pointing at Emily, who found her way to Derek’s other side, tapping her cheek with her finger. He rolled his eyes, but kissed her cheek as well.

You giggled into Steve’s shoulder, lightly poking his at chest, drawing his gaze back to you. You looked up at him innocently, a tell-tale tiny smirk tugging at the corner of your lips.

“Will this winner get a kiss too?”

What an absurd question; of course you would.

Hell, Steve would smother you with kisses. He’d kiss you till you were dizzy with lack of air, drinking from your lips, then your other lips until you’d be breathless for a wholly different reason, chanting his name and trying to wiggle out of the firm grip he’d have on those sinful hips having swayed so indecently just a minute ago.

Fuck.

Steve was certain you must have known exactly what was happening inside him and you wanted to crush the last remnants of self-control he had. There was no other explanation for you asking this question.

“I’m sure Derek would be willing to kiss your cheek too, Sparkles,” he choked out, trying to replace the picture of you writhing under him by your friend pecking your cheek – vainly. Not even a spark jealousy for once.

You frowned at him, lips slightly pursing. “I don’t care for Derek, I’d like a kiss from my man much better.”

Absolutely certain then. You knew even if you didn’t. My man. Steve was so desperately yours and wanted to show it to everyone and claim you it wasn’t funny anymore. It honestly reached the point where it was becoming painful. Literally.

“Yeah, yeah, sure…” he mumbled, bowing his head to give you the briefest of pecks on your lips, knowing that if he lingered just a second longer, he truly just might lose control and not even the idea of getting locked up for public indecency would stop him.

“Sore loser,” you commented with a cackle, completely misinterpreting his lack of affection; and Steve didn’t correct you.

His chuckle sounded foreign to his own ears. “What can I say, at the end of the day, I’m just a man.”

He was. And all his thoughts were shamefully consumed by those about his woman.

You patted his chest before giving him a space to breathe, reaching for your drink.

“And that’s why you guys lost. Cheers, ladies,” you said, clinking your glass of coke with Garcia, JJ, Emily and Natasha, drinking to your victory once more.

Steve didn’t comment on it, for once grateful for the distraction of Tony throwing another drama queen fit over the insult of the male population; because Steve not only lost to you. Tonight, more than ever, which alone was a feat, he was growing desperate to lose yourself in you.

And he wasn’t sure if he could do that without it ending up in a mess.

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[r-is-typing]

sticky notes | s.r

summary: in which sticky notes give them the push they needed

request: hello beautiful! I absolutely ADORE your writing! if you’re feeling up to it, could I please request miscellaneous 1, 16 (maybe 26 too?) with spencer reid? (I’m thinking maybe a fake dating trope that spencer endearingly messes up super quick, but completely up to you and what you think works best with the two/three prompts) bonus points for a bau reader (just because I absolutely love the way you write the team 😍) thank you! love you! ❤️❤️ - requested by @night-sky-full-of-stars

pairing: spencer reid x reader

category: fluff 

content warnings: small mention of anxiety

r is typing...

lets not talk about how i went completely a different route, but thankfully, i know you and know you'll like what i write regardless haha. hope you all enjoy!

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“You know, just staring at her, especially that intensely won’t do you any good.”

Spencer jumped his grip loosening on his coffee cup and the tips of his fingers turning back into their standard creme color. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He looks at Morgan, placing the cup of now lukewarm coffee onto his desk next to the pile of paperwork he had yet to finish.

Morgan mumbled a ‘sure you don’t’ under his breath before walking to his own desk. 

“Ugh!”

Every team member, including others around the office, looked up as Y/N threw her hands up in the air. Emily looked over at her. “Y’alright there?” She raised a curious eyebrow at the girl who shook her head. “No, I was supposed to have these copies sent over to the director on Tuesday-” 

“That’s in a few days, you’re fine, pretty girl.”

Y/N shook her head. “Tuesday, December 7th.” Spencer’s mouth gaped open at the girl. This came as a shock to everyone as the date today was February 4th. “I mean, they must not be that important, right? If the director hasn’t emailed you?” JJ shrugged, patting the girl on the back. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone screw something up that fast before.”

Y/N faked a glare over to Spencer’s direction but smiled nonetheless. Leave it to Reid to soften the blow. 

“Thanks, Spence.” She giggled softly, writing on a sticky note, and placing it on top of the stack of papers.  Spencer smiled shyly, noticing the pastel-colored sticky notes all over the edge of her computer, her dainty handwriting scribbled onto each of them. 

Sticky notes were something the girl used in her daily life, and if she didn’t use them, Y/N honestly had no idea where she’d be. 

A few weeks went by, sticky notes being taken off of things, other pastel-colored square paper replacing those, and so on. A month later, Y/N walked in frantically to the bullpen. “I’m so sorry I’m late. I forgot to do a bunch of things at home that needed to be done, and my mind is just so frazzled right now.” She huffed, sitting down at her desk. Hotch just nodded, going back into his office. 

Spencer stared at her quizzically. This was so unlike her. That’s when he noticed. 

The small pastel squares from the top of her desk, as well as the edges of her computer, were no longer there. The way Y/N put the tip of her thumb against her lip, her teeth grazing the skin. After months of staring at the girl, Spencer concluded this was a nervous tick of hers, especially when she didn’t have her sticky notes, her mind surely frazzled and jumbled at this point. 

Spencer knew what he had to do.

So, there he stood, in some store he didn’t recall the name of as he had Garcia search for said item online, immediately giving him directions to the store. He didn’t care where he was, as long as they had what he needed. 

“Sir, do you need help?”

Spencer looked up, shaking his head at the female worker before speaking. “Actually, yes..” Twenty minutes later, he departed the store, a plastic bag in the passenger seat of his car. Thank god, he couldn’t wait to see the look on your face. 

“Morning, Derek, Em, Spence.” 

Y/N walked in quickly, giving them the daily wide smile that made the other three repeat it back to her. She walked to her desk, placing her coat over the chair and her cup of tea on the desk. “What the-” A pastel purple sticky note laid on the desk. 

‘I noticed you ran out, so I took the turn in getting you some. The rest is in your desk drawer. These should last you quite a while :)’

Y/N opened her desk drawer and gasped. In the drawer was a container of what looked to be twenty to thirty pads of pastel-colored sticky notes. “Oh my..” She looked up, catching Spencer’s eyes who were already on her. Y/N closed the drawer and walked to his desk. 

“You didn’t have to do that, you know..”

Spencer shrugged. “I noticed you were out, and I’ve seen how anxiety-inducing it is for you. I know if it was me, any one of you would do it.” He softly smiled at her as she looked into his eyes. “You, you’ve noticed? I didn’t realize someone caught onto that..” 

“Of course I noticed, I notice everything about you.”

Y/N looked down at her feet for a moment and then looked back at him. “Well, maybe you can tell me over dinner, say Friday night, what things you’ve noticed about me, and I’ll tell you the things I noticed about you.” She smiled playing with the sleeves on her shirt.” 

“It’s a date.”

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[halsteadlover]

I used to love watching Criminal Minds with my sister and I was obsessed with Hotch and Derek! I just thought they were so attractive but now I don’t think Derek is. My sister used to love Spencer and thought he was all that and I didn’t think he was cute but now every since reading your newest Spencer fic I think he’s so freaking hot and I’m trying to find stories to read of him!😭 YOU HAVE OPENED MY EYES! I used to skip his fics but now I’m going to read them! Thought my faves are Matt and especially Luke. There is not enough fanfics for them at all like I love Adam Rodriguez!❤️

LMAOOO you’re welcome 🫡 feel free to send me ideas for a Spencer fic if you want but there are SO MANY amazing authors out there who write for Spencer that are chef’s kiss 😍

Also OMGGG I don’t want to be that one but Morgan is so hot 😮‍💨 and the fact I’m currently writing a fic of him made me laugh when I read your ask 😭😭

And yes I’m still so obsessed with Criminal Minds I really think it’s one of the best shows I’ve ever watched and I really would pay all my money to watch it back again for the first time I can’t even count how many times I’ve rewatched it lol

#criminal minds #ask #derek morgan and spencer reid can get it any time and at the same time

[supercriminalbean]

Hello hope you're having a good day/night

What are your thoughts of Spencer having a father figure?

Oooh I never get Spencer ask 😍😍

Okay so I have different views on this. So I think it's sad that Spencer dad was never in the picture. Gideon was good father figure for the few years in the start of his career at the FBI. But the way he left so damn wrong.

But then there's Hotch and I don't think of him as Spencer father figure, I see him more like an older brother slash older cousin, almost uncle type. Looked after him and cared so damn much about him just like you do for family.

Then there's Derek Morgan that's his older brother, the teasing, the concern, the pure love. Brothers til the end.

Also David Rossi uncle all the way. Family isn't strong at the beginning sometimes they annoy you but you stay by their side no matter what. They go out for dinners and drinks, they bounce ideas off each other, they know each other so well. David Rossi is his over protective wine loving uncle who would do anything for him.

#Spencer Reid #father figures for Spencer #my lovely mutuals #my sweet weirdo101

[whowantslovergirl]

Lovergirls Request list 🤍

Outer Banks

“Just give me that John D already 😫”

John B Routledge

JJ Maybank

Pope Heyward

Sarah Cameron

Topper Thorton

Criminal Minds

“This is calm and it’s doctor 😜”

Dr. Spencer Reid

Derek Morgan

Aaron Hotchner

Emily Prentiss

Euphoria

“Nate Jacobs daddy likes to fuck little kids 😀”

Rue Bennett

Maddy Perez

N*te Jacobs

Fezco

Ethan

Kat Hernandez

C*ssie Howard

Lexi Howard

Eliott

J*les Vaughn

Harry Potter

“Kill us faster? Oh now I can relax! 😍”

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Cedric Diggory

Luna Lovegood

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Marvel

“You did not see that coming? 😘”

Loki

Thor

Tony Stark

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

Scream

“My mom and dad are going to be so mad at meee 😖”

Stu Macher

Billy Loomis

Mickey Alteri

Randy Meeks

Roman Bridger

Charlie Walker

Kirby Reed

Jill Roberts

Tara Carpenter

Ethan Landry

Chad Meeks-Martin

Mindy Meeks-Martin

Friends (Added)

“Im hopeless and awkward and desperate for love! 😁”

Chandler Bing

Joey Tribbiani

Ross Geller

Rachel Greene

Monica Geller

Phoebe Buffay

Miscellaneous

“Name me one person i murdered! 🤨”

Shameless

Lip Gallagher

Fiona Gallagher

Carl Gallagher

Kevin Ball (mostly platonic)

Joker

Ledger

Leto

Phoenix

JJK

Satoru Gojo

Kento Nanami

Bullet Train

Tangerine

Lemon

Ladybug

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Smut on this page is very rare bc im terrible at writing it only angst and fluff

All characters are of age unless said otherwise

There will always be warnings in the beginning

Please do not copy any work reblog is ok

Do not be a ghost reader constructive criticism only

Most of these fics will be based on songs from my beloved playlist 😍

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[nyxia-moonkis]

Currently watching the CM again and Derek Morgan is still my favorite 😍❤️‍🔥

#derek morgan #criminal minds fandom #criminal minds #david rossi #spencer reid #jennifer jareau #aaron hotchner #penelope garcia #bau team

[storiesofsvu]

I see your request are open for some fluff 😍 I was wondering if you could do a Derek Morgan x reader with the fluff prompt 12: I wish you could see the way I see you

Thank you so much I love your writing by the way 😘😊

Ooo yaaass! Imma make it a little smutty too though 👀

Thank yoooouu!! 💕💕🥰🥰

[rxmos]

omg you like criminal minds???!! I LOVE SPENCER REID😍😍😍

STOP IT MY FRIEND LOVESSS HIM

I’m more of a derek morgan fan

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↳ Jennifer Jareau.

Priorities. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings; none.

Synopsis; are you gonna keep running to her and leaving me a shell of my former self?

↳ Elle Greenaway.

What Love Does To The Psyche. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings; Stalker themes, home invasion, character death. Belle is Elle’s nickname from Y/n.

Synopsis; When Elle’s highschool sweetheart needs the teams help to remove a stalker from her life, Elle immediately remembers why she loved loves her.

What goes on in the dark. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y//n

warnings: hostage situation, mentions of violence, blood, and shot wounds. JJ is a profiler here. Liaison!Y/n, grief, mentions of suicide, gun violence, nothing too graphic.

synopsis: i’ll love you till the very end, amor.

↳ Joy Rossi.

Innocent Verdict. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings; VOMIT, Talks of Abuse, Child Molestation, Rape, Our Corrupt Justice system that doesn’t protect black women, hotchner being a supportive dad figure, PTSD!reader (i have ptsd so i’m gonna write it how my attacks feel in my experience but everyone’s attacks won’t feel the same.), Adult adoption (Not common, but happens sometimes. this is what Aaron is to the reader, her father), yes Elle is in this. why? because in heavens bakery she never left 😍. Also- subtle hints of an age regression relationship between Joy and Reader(coping mechanism, nothing sexual ya nasties), reader has autism!

Synopsis; After an innocent verdict turns your life upside down, your wife is there to help you back up. Along with your Quantico family.

↳ Jordan Todd.

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↳ Kate Callahan.

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↳ Tara Lewis.

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The Baby Question. (☦︎︎ - ☾ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings; None.

Synopsis; #17 “Well- I guess I’d never really thought about but now that you say it aloud…Yeah. Yeah, I’d love to have kids with you”.

Tethered Together. (☦︎︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings; Past Life Themes, Mentions of Murder and Violence, and also HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.

Synopsis; A woman from Aaron’s past is back. Only, he’s sure he’s never met her a day in his life.

↳ Derek Morgan.

I Remember That Night I Just Might Rewind. (Ep 1.) (♫ - ☀︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎-ish) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warning; Presumed Death, Attempted Sexual Assault Mentions (Non-Graphic), Talk of Murder, PTSD!Reader.

Synopsis; Inspired by s7e1 “it takes a village”. You and Morgan were supposed to marry, after you’re “murdered” by an unsub he definitely doesn’t expect or know how to take it when you show up at Quantico…Alive.

↳ Final Ep; The Way It Used To Be. (♫ - ☀︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎)

Warnings; PTSD!Reader.

Synopsis; Getting back into the swing of things isn’t easy.

↳ Spencer Reid.

The Brain, Not The Heart. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings; Kidnap, Torture, Injury, Blood, Brief Mentions Of Sexual Assault, Maeve Supremacy (she and reid deserved better.)

Synopsis; Since Maeve’s death Reid has been closed off from love but when he met you? He saw a future he never thought was in the plans for him. When you’re kidnapped, the brain of the team is suddenly the most frazzled one there.

Nelson’s Sparrow (Gideon’s Song). (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings: singer!reader, morgan’s sister!reader, tear jerker, grief, learning to deal with grief

Synopsis: Reid takes Gideon’s death hard and it puts an obvious strain on your relationship - one you didn’t know how to fix. Until you did.

Stolen Breaths. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎ - ❦) x Black Fem!Y/n

warnings: abduction, incest talk, csa talk, sexual harassment, and then immediately after, slight cockwarming, aggressive!spencer, headstrong!reader, hatefucking, punisher!reid.

synopsis: you’re angry at spencer, he’s angry at you, but his newfound aggression yields unexpected reactions.

↳ Luke Alvez.

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↳ Matt Simmons.

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