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quinnlyyy · 8 months
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rossi: who the fuck added me to a groupchat
jj: language, rossi
garcia: yeah watch your fucking language!
morgan: okay who taught garcia the fuck word
emily: 'the fuck word'
reid: you guys see the f word all the time...
garcia: oh my god he censored it
emily: say fuck, reid
morgan: do it, reid. say fuck.
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imdefinitelyfloating · 2 months
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8 x 2 The Pact
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specialagentlokitty · 28 days
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Rossi x reader - trust in you
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hi, I hope you’re doing well 🫶🏻 I was wondering if I could please request something where reader desperately wants relapse with sh but instead winds up talking to her father figure hotch or Rossi (or both)? No pressure if you don’t want to write it. I absolutely love your writing 🥰🥰 - @twwobsessed 💜
TW: mentions of self harm and negative thoughts
Some cases hit people harder than others, usually you were able to remain objective about the cases, put all those normal thoughts of sadness, despite, hatred for people to the back of your mind.
But your most recent case had you finding it hard to do that, it hit a little too close to home for you, and no one on the team knew that, you carried on going through it.
You saw the case through to the end, but it was hard, and you couldn’t stop thinking about it as you flicked through the book in your lap, pretending you were reading.
You didn’t really talk to anybody when you got back, instead of doing your paperwork like normal you went straight back home.
You went for a bath, made a cup of tea, tried reading a book but nothing was helping you relax.
You had resorted to pacing back and forth along your hallway, pinging the elastic band around your wrist, trying to resist the unbearable urge you had to scratch, to try get rid of this itch that seemed to be buried deep within your skin.
You knew scratching wouldn’t work, no matter how much you scratch you would never be able to get rid of that itch.
Your brain was running a million miles an hour with all the thoughts, feelings and urges you had worked through a long time ago.
But they came back.
It was like you could never escape, no matter how well you seemed to be doing they always came back, always haunting you.
Your own mind begging you to inflict pain on yourself.
You didn’t want to, you had been clean for nearly a year, you had fought this all by yourself, you had never told anybody about your struggles.
Everybody struggled, dealt things their own way and this is how you had been ever since you were a teenager, even when you went through the academy, even as you joined the BAU, where you had been for the past three years.
You kept it all to yourself.
It was destroying you.
It was going to destroy you and you knew that.
You didn’t want to do this anymore, you didn’t want to go back into that life, you didn’t want to slip into old habits.
Grabbing your keys, you pulled on one of your hoodies and went to your car, heading to the person you knew would most likely still be up at this time.
You didn’t have your phone so you couldn’t call saying you were outside, so you settled for just knocking on the door until you finally heard somebody coming over.
Lowering your hand, you watched as the door was swung open, showing the worried and confused face of your coworker.
“(Y/N) what’s wrong?” Rossi asked.
You took a shaky breath, running a hand down your face.
“I.. I.. I need help…” you whispered.
“Come here, come on.”
Rossi held his hand out for you and you took it, letting him pull you in for a hug as he closed his front door.
Tears fell from your eyes, and you quietly sobbed, gripping the back of his shirt tightly.
“I.. I can’t do this anymore…”
Rossi held the back of your head, running a hand up and down your back.
“I need you to tell me what happened…” he whispered.
“I can’t.. I don’t… I can’t.. I can’t do this alone anymore…”
Rossi pulled away, placing a hand on your shoulder to lead you to the couch, gently sitting you down.
“Wait right here.”
He rushed away to get you a glass of water, and he came back, handing it out to you and you set it on the table.
Rossi also get down a box of tissues for you, and he finally sat down, taking one of your hands in his.
“I need you to talk to me (Y/N)…” he whispered.
You sniffled a little bit, running a hand down your face as you took a deep breath.
“This case.. I.. it brought back memories…”
Rossi slowly nodded his head.
“I.. I lived the same way as the victims…”
“(Y/N) the unsub chose his victims because he believed they could never recover, he believed they were sick, and they needed help to die. You know this. He targeted people who used forms of self harm as a method to get through every day life.”
You sniffled a little bit, slowly nodded your head.
“I know… that’s why I.. I.. I couldn’t help you…”
“You said you were called away on an urgent matter.”
You shook your head.
“I lied…”
“We would have known.”
You left out a weak laugh, burying your face in your arms tapping the back of your head a few times.
“I got so used to lying that I… I learned how to tell the perfect lie…”
“(Y/N) did you do something? Did something happen?” Rossi asked.
“No.. no that’s.. that uh.. why I came here…”
Rossi slowly nodded his head and you sat up, carefully rolling the sleeves of your hoodies up.
Rossi reached out, hesitating before he gently took one of your arms.
He ran he thumb along the rigid scars that were embedded deep in your skin.
He could tell they were old, and he didn’t need to ask in order to figure out what they were caused by.
“How long were you doing this to yourself?”
“Years…”
He nodded, pulling your sleeve down for you, and he did the same to your other arm, letting you go ahead and hide them once again.
Rossi held his arms around for you.
You shuffled over, letting him hold you, resting your head on his shoulder.
“I need you to tell me everything (Y/N), okay? You can’t leave anything out.”
You nodded in agreement.
You told Rossi everything, from how and when it started, to when you managed to stop and everything in between.
Rossi didn’t speak, he quietly listened to you, and when you stopped talking that’s when he spoke up.
“Was it something in the case that trigged this emotions for you?” He asked.
You nodded again.
“Going through their lives, seeing how they all had the same trauma, the same feelings of wanting to just disappear.. knowing I had the same thoughts.. it.. it made me realise that could have been me…”
“What makes you think that?”
“Rossi he was the third therapist in my list in case I couldn’t get to the other two…”
You felt his grip tighten around you, and he ran his hand up and down your arm.
“I got the second one on the list…”
Rossi slowly nodded his head.
“I.. I can’t do this alone Rossi…”
“You’re not alone (Y/N), you’re never alone. You know this. You have a whole team, a whole family behind you, willing to support you if you asked them.”
You shook your head.
“No.. no I.. I don’t.. don’t tell them…”
“Alright, I don’t have to tell the team anything. But I need you to promise me something.”
You sniffled a little, nodding your head.
“You keep coming here, to me, if you get these feelings again. You never harm yourself again, can you promise me that?”
You nodded again.
“Good, now, I just so happened to be getting ready to cook. Your favourite in fact, would you like to help me?”
You sat up, looking at him as you wiped the tears from under your eyes.
“Do you get that funky cheese I like?”
This made Rossi chuckle a little bit.
“Yes, I got the mozzarella, and I got everything you need to make your own mozzarella sticks since you seem to enjoy them so much.”
You stood up, sorrowing up your sleeves as you followed him to the kitchen and he got everything you needed to make your favourite snacks.
Rossi noted the elastic band around your wrist, and he said nothing about it.
“Thank you for trusting me.” He said quietly.
You smiled a little at him.
“Thank you for always being there for me…”
Rossi smiled, placing his hand on your shoulder, giving it a small squeeze.
“I’m always here for you kiddo.”
You nodded your head, going back to making your snacks while he began cooking the actual meal itself
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mrs-ssa-hotch · 11 months
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He just looked so good this day 🥵
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dave rossi took one look at emily prentiss and went ‘mine. my daughter. back off shes my kid’ and never looked back
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ditinarosse2 · 1 year
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Un po’ di movimento per i piedini !!!
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girlfriendline · 4 months
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c'mere bro let me cradle your head after that sick pass
hawks @ wild || 3.12.23
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beelmons · 9 months
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thank you @blackbird-brewster for your very accurate tag of #david rossi on that one post
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masterwords · 8 months
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4x18 - Omnivore
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moodscreens · 1 year
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criminal minds ; simple lockscreens
like/reblog | @spearbinsung
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pinksloosh · 2 years
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[Y/n laying on Spencer and begins to fall asleep]
Spencer: Did you know that dogs only sleep on you when they truly trust you?
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Y/n: Did you just call me a bitch?
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quinnlyyy · 8 months
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garcia: what makes you all smile?
jj: friends and family
rossi: alcohol
emily: seeing derek fall down the stairs
morgan: wha-
reid: face muscles.
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redkid001 · 4 months
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Rossi, in a high voice, holding Barbie: Hey, Ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career!
Hotch, in a deep voice, holding Ken: Nonsense, Barbie. You’re staying home and having my kids.
Prentiss: What the fuck are you guys doing?
Rossi: Playing systemic oppression
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lizzyk137 · 11 months
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I'll Be There For You- Part Two(A Spencer Reid Fanfic) (Reader X Spencer)
Description: You and Spencer still haven't worked things out with how he treated you but when Spencer gets a shocking and scary phone call, will he finally admit his feelings and apologize? Warning: Guns, stalking, mention of suicide, school break-in, murder, knocking people unconscious, hatred, lying, BAU standoff with unsub, hospital, attempted kidnapping, sexually suggestive material (like the smallest pg-13 bit of material), and some good ol' fashion fluff. Part One Want to read more, visit my Masterlist!
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"Jesse!"
Spencer rolled his eyes as he heard your squeals come down the apartment hall.
"Stop!" You playfully said, giggling.
Spencer sighed and closed his book, waiting for Jesse to say goodbye to you before he could go back to reading. Your happy squeals were too distracting for him to concentrate on what he was doing.
In the past month, everything you did made it hard for him to concentrate. Ever since he saw you walk towards him in the club, he couldn't take his mind off of you. He knew you were a fixation, so he didn't need to deal with his problems, but he didn't mind it for some reason.
You both didn't talk as much as you used to but you were always polite to him and offered him a smile when you saw him which was more than what you wanted, but it wasn't awful. Spencer was starting to become back to being his old self. You were still hurt by what he did to you, but you were happy that he was becoming himself again.
Jesse and you had started going out, mostly hanging out, but things did get steamy once or twice, never going over the line, but the makeout sessions weren't bad. You liked the way you felt with Jesse, but it didn't compare to how you felt when you were with Spencer and those still lingering feelings.
You hadn't forgiven him, but he also hadn't apologized to you either, so things between you were at a standpoint.
Spencer's phone went off as he closed his apartment door. He didn't bother to look at the caller ID before he answered, "Spencer."
"Spencer..." Y/N's voice came through the phone shakey.
Spencer stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of her voice. "Y/N? What's wrong?"
"A man," she hiccuped before taking a small breath in, "a man is in the school, and we're under lock down. I'm in a closet hiding. Please..." A sob broke through the phone, and Spencer swore he felt his heart break in two. "Someone is outside the classroom..." The line went dead.
Spencer's brain went into overdrive, and he was instantly on a call to Hotch, filling him in as he ran down the street towards the school you taught at. Within ten minutes, he was flashing his badge to a police officer who pointed at the man in charge.
"FBI Doctor Spencer Reid," Spencer said, breathing heavy as he showed his badge again to the police chief, "Has anyone been able to get in and see if everyone is okay?"
The police chief, a larger set man with sandy hair, nodded before speaking up. "We have a team of guys in there now sweeping the the area, no shots yet, luckily the school was closed for the day for a/c cleaning so it isn't filled with kids, but there are quite a few teachers in there." He pointed to a screen behind him, which showed images from the swat team's body cams.
"Spencer!" Morgan's voice rang out behind him. He turned around to see Morgan holding his gun and vest.
Spencer gladly took it and put everything on as the rest of the team got caught up with what was going on.
"The school is clear." A woman's voice rang through the speaker in front of them. "No sign of the suspect, but we did find something that is out of the ordinary in one of the classrooms. Room 204."
Spencer's heart stopped for a second when he heard the room number. It was your room number.
He was five paces ahead of everyone as he made his way down the halls to your classroom. He stopped when he saw what was by the closet door. A bouquet of red roses was left by the closet door with a small note card reading, "I love you," on the front of it.
"Did you find anyone in this classroom?" Spencer hurriedly asked the police officer next to her. "Y/N Y/L/N. This is her classroom, she called, saying she was in a closet. Did you find her?"
"Nothing so far, we're still getting a head count on who was actually here and who we have."
Spencer reached for the closet door in front of him to find it locked. He rattled the door some more but no give. "Can we get someone to open this? Now, please?"
One of the police officers stepped up and picked up the lock, then moved to the side for Spencer. He opened it to find you unconscious, mouth taped with colourful duct tape, hands tied with roped to your ankles with a wound on the side of your head that was bleeding. "We need paramedics!"
He gently took your head in his hands, making sure you were still breathing. A paramedic gently pushed him out of the way as they undid the duct tape and rope and then checked you over.
Spencer stood back as they looked you over, nervously playing with his hands. They picked you up and put you on a stretcher, then wheeled you out, Spencer one step behind them.
They lifted you into the ambulance, Spencer climbing in beside you. Hotch watched as they closed the back doors and drove away.
"Guys, let's get with local PD on this. Call Garcia and ask her to pull the surveillance footage. Let's figure out what happened here."
The team dispersed, JJ talking to the police chief on who made the 911 call, Morgan asking questions to the swat team who did the search while Rossi and Blake went back to classroom with Hotch.
"Red roses are a symbol of love and affection." Blake started as she crouched down towards the bouquet once they reached the classroom. "With a card saying I love you, it looks like something someone would give to their partner. Has Y/N been seeing anyone lately?"
"I don't think anything serious, but look at how it's laid. It's purposely laid there, like a shrine. It would be laying differently if she had dropped it when the alarm went off." Rossi said. "Why lock her in a closet for? Why take the time to tie her up and silence her with duct tape?"
"She had some type of wound on her head that knocked her out. She already wasn't going to make any noise or move, so why go the extra mile to be sure?"
Rossi looked at the inside of the closet, blood splattered on the side where your head was. "Enough of a hit to cause blood to splatter."
"Maybe he wanted to come back to finish whatever he had started." Blake said.
Hotch examined the closet. "Maybe, but how did he know where she was? This closet isn't very big, I wouldn't think a grown woman would fit in here, plus there were more easily accessible teachers he could have gotten to."
Rossi raised his eyebrows. "Maybe the unsub has a student in her class?"
Hotch nodded. "Let's find out who's in her class and if there have been any problems in the past with the parents."
They turned to leave when heavy footsteps running down the hall caught their attention as a large body came barreling into the classroom. A large man stood there out of breath, visibly shaking.
"Y/N. Where is she?" The man said just as Rossi spoke.
"Jesse?"
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"She has just a small concussion, nothing major. Just monitor her for the rest of the night." The doctor told Spencer and Morgan, who had been waiting for Y/N to be released from the hospital.
"Spencer, Hotch wants one of us to stay with her tonight. From what it's looking like, it's not just a random attack." Morgan said after the doctor left.
Spencer nodded, and him and Morgan waited outside of your room while you got ready. Once you were through, you checked out of the hospital and headed back to your apartment. Police officers were stationed outside of your apartment door, and you looked at Spencer questioningly.
"It's for your safety. Let's head inside."
Y/N nodded and was about to head inside when she heard her name called behind her. Turning around, Jesse stood there down the hallway with a worried look on his face.
"Y/N... I've been so worried about you." He came closer to you and ran a hand through his hair. "They wouldn't let me see you at the hospital."
"Jesse..." You started to say, but Jesse spoke, interrupting you.
"Let me stay the night? I want to make sure you're okay."
"Jesse," you sighed, "Spencer is going to stay the night with me. I'm fine. Please get home safely."
Jesse flexed his hands and curled them into fists. "You're going to let him spend the night with you? After how he's treated you. Come on, Y/N, just let me spend the night."
You looked up at Spencer, nervously crossing your arms around your body, hoping that he would see that you were uncomfortable. He looked down at you and cleared his throat. "Jesse, she'll be okay. It's late, why don't you go home? She'll have two police officers posted outside of her door tonight."
Jesse laughed angrily. "Sure, I'll see you tomorrow." He spat then stormed off.
Spencer turned to look at you worriedly. "Is he normally that angrily?"
"No, he's been getting that way since I broke things off." You said, rubbing your arms from the sudden chill you felt. "He's been coming by the apartment excessively for the past two weeks begging for me to let him in, but I haven't. He's even left me gifts outside my door."
Spencer nodded and brought you inside the apartment, "Why don't you go pack some of your belongings that you'd need for a few days? I'll be right here."
He watched you walk into your bedroom before calling Hotch. "Hey, look into Jesse Hammers. The last two weeks, he's been coming to the apartment trying to get in or leaving gifts after she ended things. He showed up to the apartment tonight and got angry when she rejected his offer to spend the night."
"Yeah, he showed up at the school earlier and got upset when we had him leave. Got even angrier when we wouldn't tell him where she was. We'll keep a close eye on him."
"Spence?" He turned around to see you standing by the couch with an overnight bag.
"Y/N, does Jesse know where I live?" You shook your head no. "Hotch, I'm going to take her to another location. Can we get a decoy in the apartment?"
"You want to make it seem like she's in the apartment?"
"Yes. I'll leave the lights on to make it seem like someone is here." Spencer said his goodbyes and hung up. His expression softened when he saw the look of fear on your face.
"You think it's Jesse?" Your voice barely a whisper.
Spencer cleared his throat before saying, "We don't know, but we are going to do anything to make sure you're okay."
You nodded and moved closer to Spencer, who unconsciously wrapped his arms around, holding you close. You nuzzled your head into his chest and let yourself take a deep breath and relaxed for the first time that day.
"It's late. Let's get you out of here." Spencer took hold of your hand and got the all clear from the two officers outside your door before getting you into his apartment.
It's been months since you were last in his place, but it still looked the same. You took a deep breath in. The smell of Spencer filled your lungs and gave you a sense of calm. You set your stuff down on the couch as Spencer locked the door and then drew all the shades in the apartment. He turned on a few lamps but kept the place mostly dark.
"Get some sleep, I'll be here if you need."
Spencer sat down on the couch, grabbing a book from the coffee table. He could hear you tossing and turning, but within an hour, you were asleep, small snores coming from his bedroom. He was happy you felt safe enough to fall asleep, and soon his eyes started to droop, and he succumbed to a dream land.
What awoke him next was the sound of two gunshots. He quickly sprang up, heading to his bedroom to check on you. You were wrapped up in a blanket standing by the door with a scared look on your face. Spencer held a finger to his lips, signaling for you to stay quiet.
He grabbed your hand and brought you to the bedroom's bathroom. "Stay in here. Call Garcia, tell her to get Hotch." He whispered. Spencer handed you his phone, then gave you a quick kiss on the forehead and left before you could process anything that had happened.
Your hands shook as you unlocked his phone and dialed Penelope's number. "Heyo, what can I-"
"Penn, shots were fired at Spencer's place... Send help, please."
"Sending them your way, love. Stay on the phone with me."
Spencer looked through the peep hole of his door while quietly unlocking it. He slowly opened the door and cleared the hallway before checking on the two officers that were shot down. One was dead, but the other bleeding. "Apply pressure here." Spencer said as he sat the police officer up and put the officer's hand up to his shoulder. "Did you see who did this?"
"Yeah, that guy from earlier who got upset and left. Came back one more time after you guys left, demanding to come in. He left and then came back. We told him to go home, and that's when he shot at us." The officer grunted. "I'll radio for help."
Spencer nodded, then got up, making his way in through the half opened door. The living room was clear, along with the kitchen. He then made his way to the bedroom, where he found a female officer alive and unconscious on the floor. He went to clear the bathroom when he heard a body hitting the floor from the hallway.
Creeping up to the door, he saw the officer he just helped lying on the ground, bleeding from his head where it looked like he was hit from a pistol. He stepped over the officer and noticed his door was opened, and then a scream filled the silent air.
Rushing forward, quickly clearing the rooms, he headed to the bedroom where he found Jesse pinning Y/N to the wall, a hand around her throat, slightly lifting her up off the ground.
"Jesse, FBI, put her down."
Jesse laughed, continuing to look at Y/N and not even bothering with Spencer. "Go ahead, shoot. But once you do, you'll hit both of us. If you shoot me, you also shoot her, so go ahead."
Footsteps coming into the apartment could be heard, and soon the team was behind Spencer, guns drawn. You turned your eyes to look at the team, seeing Spencer's eyes locked onto you with a worried but determined look on his face.
"Jesse," Blake spoke, "we know how you're feeling."
"How do you know? I know all about you. She won't shut up about you. None of you know how I'm feeling." He roared, tightening his hold on you, as he pointed the tip of his gun to your temple, causing a cry to slip through your lips as the cold metal touched skin.
"She rejected you, and now you're upset, which is totally understandable, but doing this won't help." Hotch said, walking closer to Spencer.
JJ spoke up next. "Why don't you let her go. Keeping her like this won't make her not reject you."
"Shut up!" Jesse screamed, pressing the gun harder to your head and his hold on your neck tighten, your lungs gasping for air as the tips of your toes no longer touched the ground.
"Jesse," Rossi chimed in, "We know you care for Y/N. You don't want to see her hurt. That's why you're upset about her spending the night with Spencer. That's why you came back tonight, right? That's why you came to the school and left her a gift. You knew she left you because of her feelings for someone else. You didn't want her to get hurt again like she did before. That's why you were going to take her away, so you tied her up and knocked her unconscious."
Jesse slammed your head against the wall. A scream pierced the room as he slammed your head once more. "It was the only way to keep her safe." He said through gritted teeth, spit flying into your face. "The way he eyed her at the club that night. I had to watch him watch her, and even though her attention was on me, I knew it was for him. I watched for months as she hung on to his every word, waiting for him while he talked to someone, watching as he slowly let her go. I had to step in. Can't you see just how precious she is?" He turned away from you, his hand slowly letting go of your neck as he turned to face Spencer.
The gun was still pressed against your head, and his body was covering yours. You knew if they shot, the bullet would hit you too. Your weekly trips with Blake to the gun range helped you understand that there was no way you would make it out unharmed if any of them took a shot, and they all knew it and so did he. It was a suicide mission. He would take you down with him if he had to. You read enough behavioral books because of Spencer to understand what Jesse was doing and what the team was doing to get him to calm down.
By now, the conversation they were having had blurred as your brain racked what was happening, and your lungs took in as much air as they could while he choked you. You took in a shaky breath as you turned your head slightly to look over at everyone.
"Let her go, Jesse. We both want her safe. You know, if we shoot that she gets shot also. You don't want to lose her. I know what you want. Let her go and take me. It's me you're mad at." Spencer said, putting his gun back into its holster. Jesse smirked, and you could see the hatred in his eyes, and you knew what he would do if he got his hands onto Spencer. And you couldn't let him do that.
But hearing what Spencer said, it triggered something in your brain. Anger. He said the same thing during the standoff with Maeve. He was treating you like you were her. Helpless and fragile. He couldn't bear to lose you because of how fragile he was, not because you were fragile. He wanted to rewrite what happened a few months ago with Maeve. He wanted a happy ending. He wanted to save the girl.
But you weren't Maeve.
And you didn't want to be treated like such.
You rebuilt yourself up all these months that Spencer was gone. You spent the last two weeks handling Jesse. Sure, it wasn't as long as what Maeve had, but you weren't going to hide away. You had a life to live, and you were going to live it. Jesse was a road block, but you sure as hell weren't going to let him stop you, and you weren't going to let Spencer treat you like you were still the shy, fragile girl he met all those months ago.
But he loved that girl. That was the girl who led to some of the best moments you have. The biggest smiles, too much laughter in one moment, and the large amount of love that grew for him. And you didn't want to see him get hurt again, not by Maeve, not by Jesse and not by you. You knew getting angry at Spencer right now wasn't smart, but it might help get Jesse to back down so he wouldn't hurt Spencer if he got his hands on him.
"Don't treat me like I'm her, Spencer." You spat. "I don't want you taking my place just so you can write a wrong. I'm not her, and I would never want to be."
You could see the hurt flash across your face and JJ nervously whispering your name as the room fell silent. Jesse turned to look at you, analyzing your face like it was a puzzle to be solved. You could see the wheels turning in his mind, just like Spencer was, trying to comprehend what you were doing. So you decided to push.
"I hate you, Spencer. I hate how you treated me for someone who couldn't even face you. Who couldn't even tell you the truth, or anyone else the truth. Look at where that got her and her ex-fiance. I loved you so much, but you threw it away for a voice on the phone." Spencer's face was morphing into something you wish you never had to see -pure agony. You knew every word hurt him, some of it the truth, but you could see the smirk starting to form on Jesse's lips, so you continued. "Jesse, at least, didn't hide his feelings. Told me what he wanted and didn't make me wait. I was too afraid to be hurt again, so I rejected you, Jesse, but you make me happy. I want to start over."
Jesse turned around to face you, his body still in a position that didn't allow for a clean shot if needed. He smiled down at you, which normally would make you smile but right now it made you want to throw up but you forced a smile on your face as one of your hands let go in his arm and went up to cup his cheek.
"Really?" He whispered.
You nodded, swallowing the vomit that was coming up at the thought of being with the man who had stalked you. "Really."
Jesse's hand let go of your throat, and the hand with the gun dropped to his side. His body still covered yours, so as he bent down to bring his face to yours, you did the most stupidest thing you ever done.
You rammed your knee into his groin.
It took a second for him to bend down as the pain shot up through his body, and you took your fist and punched into his diaphragm, causing him to gasp out as the air left his body. You reached for the gun, twisting your body around as his arm twisted, trying to hold onto the cold metal object. You took your heel and slammed it down between where his shin met his ankle and you slammed your elbow into his stomach area once more, causing him to lose his grip just enough for you to take the gun out of his hands.
Collapsing on the ground, breathing heavy as panic set in, you pointed the gun at him, his eyes growing wide as realization hit in.
"Y/N..." He whispered, confused, his knees collapsing beneath him. Morgan and Hotch grabbed him quickly, cuffing him up. They dragged him out as he screamed your name over and over
JJ and Blake rushed over to you, Blake taking the gun from your hand as JJ held you close as you broke down.
Rossi walked up to a stunned Spencer, who watched as both girls tried to calm you down. "Go to her. She needs you."
"You heard her. She hates me." Spencer said, turning away from you and headed to the bedroom door.
Rossi grabbed his arm, stopping him and pulled him close. "She said those things to protect you. She knew he would've killed you the second you gave yourself to him. She's the one who's loved you all these months. Go to her."
Spencer turned his head back to look at you, wrapped in a ball as JJ rocked you gently.
Before he knew what he was doing, his feet brought him over to you, crouching down next to you as Blake gave him space. His arms wrapped around your body and pulled you away from JJ and close to his body. "You're okay, Y/N. No one will ever hurt you again. Just cry it out."
You clung to his small frame and sobbed, your cries echoing throughout the apartment. Spencer shushed you as he stroked your hair. He pulled you on his lap and gently rocked you until your cries calmed down and the tears didn't flow as hard.
"You're okay, sweetheart. I won't let anyone hurt you."
An hour went by, and your body had eventually calmed itself down, but you still clung to Spencer. "Y/N, we have to get up. We need to get you checked out by the EMTs, okay?" You nodded slowly, not wanting to leave the warmth and safety of Spencer's arms. But before you could get up, Spencer hoisted you up and awkwardly got to his feet and carried you out and down the apartment building's stairs. The cold making you both shiver as you neared the building's front door.
"I'm sorry..." Spencer whispered, not looking at you. "I shouldn't have treated you like I did. I should've realized how stupid I was being. I hurt you, and I was too blind to see it."
"Spence..." Your voice barely audible through the wind.
"Y/N... I love you. It took me a while to understand that these feelings were more than just platonic. That I was scared to ruin what we had that I jumped to someone who made me feel even a fraction of what you made me feel. When I got the call from you today, it made my feelings and worries more apparent to me. I can't lose you. If I did, I'd lose myself. There would be nothing else in this world that could make me smile or feel loved. Not in the way that you do."
"Spencer." You said louder, even though your throat made it hard.
He finally looked down at you and stopped walking. You undid one of your hands that was wrapped around his shoulder and brought it up to his cheek. You ran your thumb over his sharp cheekbones and gave him the first smile you had all day. "I understand. I forgive you."
Spencer's face broke out into the biggest smile, and he kissed the top of your head. "Let's get you checked out."
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"Spencer, I swear to whoever is out there in the universe, if you don't get up, I'm leaving here without you!"
Spencer groaned and blinked his eyes, trying to focus. He could hear you yelling from the other room about getting up, but the smell from your bed was intoxicating, and he didn't want to leave it.
It's been half a year since he told you his feelings and everything with Jesse had gone down.
Things were better. Some days, you had your doubts and fears, and you would panic when a door would slam, but you both worked through it together.
Spencer couldn't believe he finally was with his dream girl, even if he was too stupid to notice it for so long, and he wasn't going to take it for granted. Every day was an adventure with you, and he loved every second of it.
He annoyingly got out of bed and got ready for the day to walk out of your bedroom to find you curled up on the window seat reading. You were wearing a floral dress with your hair slightly curled, and you looked gorgeous. He wondered how he got so lucky because you were always able to take his breath away.
You looked up from your book, and you gave him a smile. You got up and made your way over, wrapping your arms around him and breathing in his scent. It always made you calm, and you never wanted to go too long without it. When Spencer was away on cases, you'd go over to his place so he'd always be near, even if he physically wasn't. He was your happy place.
"You look so good. Are you sure we have to go?" Spencer mumbled into your hair.
"Sadly, yes." He unwinded his arms from you and have you a pout. "Come on, maybe if you're lucky, you'll get the corner piece of the cake."
"Maybe if I'm lucky, I'll get a piece of something else." He whispered, watching you walk away towards the door.
"I heard that." You called, walking out the door, causing him to rush behind you and quickly catching up to you so he could wrap his arms around you from behind.
His hands traveled around your body as he lips found their way to your neck, causing you to moan as he kissed his way around your neck. "See, this is way more fun than a kids' party."
You groaned. "Spence, you know that gets me every time."
"I know." He whispered his breath on your neck, sending goosebumps down your body. He pulled away and gave you a small kiss on the check as he gave a light squeeze to your body. He took your hand in his and smiled. "Come on, I want that end piece of cake."
You laughed, walking towards the stairs, and Spencer gave a light smack to your butt. "Spence!" You shouted, chasing him down the stairs, both of you laughing.
You both never thought you'd be this happy, especially with someone. Never thought you'd love someone this much. Someone who you could be yourself around and love you unconditionally.
Spencer stopped running and grabbed you, twirling you around. He stopped, his lips touching yours as he breathed heavy. "I love you, Y/N... I'm never letting this go."
"I love you too, Spencer."
He stroked your hair. "I'll always be there for you, sweetheart." His lips connected to yours, giving you the softest kiss as you mumbled out.
"And, I'll always be there for you."
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piqtescue · 5 months
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I love the chaotic vibe that was going on during this period + the unauthorized documentary era-
i stg the original premise of these photos were inspired by matthew they jUST HAD TO BE😭
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that-gay-person-27 · 9 months
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Spencer Reid imagine part 1
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I sat crying on my bed…again. It’s been 85 days since Spencer went to prison, and 80 days since I was last allowed to see him let alone have any sort of communication with him. After the first visit it was hard to see him, he already looked so broken, and when I went back again fr the second time I had found that my name was no longer on his list. I couldn’t see who was on the list, but from the pitiful stare of the prison guard I knew that I was the only one taken off of that stupid fucking list. I know that at some point I had to move on from this and get back into my life instead of wallowing away in my self pity. I got up and out of my bed and got myself fully ready for the day so that I could get myself a pick-me-up, and that’s how I ended up here. At the sketchiest record/book store that you could possibly imagine. From the outside it looks like the kind of place that someone wild get murdered in, but on the inside it feels cozy because of the soft lighting and the faint song of music playing in the background. While looking through some records I caught a glimpse of messy hair go by the window. I miss him so much that my mind is playing tricks on me…fuck. After leaving the record store I got a call from Penelope. 
“Hey Penelope, you know that I love hearing your voice, but why are you calling?” 
“Well girl genius, cause you asked so nicely, I just wanted to see if you heard the news! I haven’t heard from you in a while so I thought that I would just check up on you”
“What news are you talking about Penelope?”
“Wh-what do you mean, they didn’t tell you…he didn’t tell you?”
“Who Penelope?”
“It’s Spence…he got out…like three days ago.”
I start to tear up and try to keep my voice levelled, as to not concern Penelope.
“I’m going to have to let you go Pen, I have to figure some things out. I love you, bye.”
I hang up before she can speak any further, and that’s when I fully broke down, angry tears running down my face. I wasn’t just sad, I was angry! He promised that I would be the first person that he would tell if he got any news about getting out of prison, or for anything else, and then he broke that fucking promise. I went back to my apartment after some creepy old guy kept on asking me some awkward sexual questions based off of my emotional state. When I got back to my apartment I took the elevator up to my floor and when the doors opened there was Spencer, looking guilty and emotional. Instead of scoffing I took a deep breath and proceeded to fish my keys out of my bag, quietly opening the door to my apartment not saying a word to Spence… no Spencer. 
“I am so sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking and I know that you’re mad but I’m here now so doesn’t that count for anything?”
I stay silent.
“Will you please just talk to me?”
“Spencer, I will say this as nicely as possible, so will you please just leave and we’ll talk about this later.”
“Can’t we just talk, I don’t know why you need to take some time but-“
“But what Spencer? I had to find from someone else that my boyfriend was let out of prison three fucking days ago and not once did you ever try to let me know?”
“I know, and I’m sorry-“
“You were released three days ago and you didn’t even come home. This is your home…I thought I was your home, your family. Where did you even stay?”
“I stayed at a friends house while I got back some sense of normal.”
“What friend, what was his name?”
He began to speak but stopped, head hanging low.
“What was his name?”
Very silently he said a name I hoped I would never hear again “Maeve”.
A couple years back, before me and Spencer were dating, Spencer got out of a relationship with Maeve after he cheated on Spencer, got pregnant, and tried to convince him that he was the babys father.  She also caused him to relapse after I helped him got clean
“Spencer, I will ask you one more time, will you please leave so I can compose myself as much as possible so that I might be ready to talk to you and not go fucking crazy.”
He doesn’t say anything more and just gives a pathetic nod before he turns around and walks out the door, closing the door behind him.
I grab my phone and call Penelope.
“Hello you beautiful amazing human being! How may I help you on this not so fine-fine day?”
“Hey Penelope, could tell me who was on Spencers visitors list. I just need to double check something.”
“Of course lovely, there’s Me, Rossi, JJ, Luke, Tara, Stephen, Emily, and…oh…”
The line goes silent.
“Penelope, was the last name on the list Maeve.”
“It was and I am so incredibly sorry, if there’s anything I can do then just let me know. I am here for you.”
“Thanks Penelope, I’ll talk to you later.”
That’s how I ended up in my bed again, only this time I wasn’t wondering when the love of my life would be released from prison. I was instead wondering what the fuck I was going to do now. What will happen next?
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