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beelmons · 1 year

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about the love languages blurb thing...🥺 can i pls ask for physical touch with Hotch bebé pretty please? i just feel he's do touch-starve it is difficult for him but when it comes to you... he'd do anything🥺

thank u in advance hermana💖

Anything for you sis! 💖 @cassiemartzz

Physical touch + Quality time (Aaron's love language)

Hotch is one of the people in the team with the strongest attachment to his love language, which means that he struggles to use other love languages to express his feelings. However, something very important about Aaron is that he's always open to listening.

He will have a hard time initiating the touches, but if you're straight forward with him and explain how important it is that he holds your hand in public, runs his arm over your shoulders, kisses your chick every once in a while, he will do his best to please you.

You will have to me patient with him, though, when he's overly stressed or in a bad mood, he might forget about the agreements you have come to, but a gentle reminder, that's not pushy, will go a long way. Don't be scared to start the contact, more often than not he will reciprocate.

If he doesn't, though, don't take it the wrong way. His job requires all of his senses to be active, he can get overwhelmed pretty easily. If he rejected you in a particularly harsh way, let him know, he will never try to make you feel unloved.

Make sure to compensate his efforts with quality time on your side as well, otherwise we might feel like he's the one giving everything in the relationship. Dinner, movies, even bed action, your sole attention should be on him when you're lucky enough to have him around.

Scenario:

You made your way, secure enough, towards the offices of the BAU. Not the first time you had been in that office, even if your marriage to the unit chief was rather recent. Familiar faces, his coworkers and friends with whom you had formed bonds with, welcomed you with hugs and smiles.

Even Garcia was summoned from her lair to provide you with attention, everyone around you simply smiled at your presence. They were all witnesses to the happiness you had brought their boss, and they were forever thankful for that.

"I'm not kidding, I have filed official FBI complaints on Hotch for not bringing you more often." Penelope told you. You took a second glance at JJ just to confirm the statement, and she simply nodded with certain exhaustion. The fact made you break into a loud laugh, the kind of laugh that would resonate throughout the entire office.

The harmonious, and unmistakable, melody snapped Aaron's attention to the window of his office, which was your initial destination until you got held back by a barrier of FBI agents asking about your day. Once he had confirmed you were the source of it, he dropped every pen and paper he had at hand to reach the point where you wer standing.

"Honey," he made his way in between Morgan and Reid to reach you "what are you doing here?" after his words, he took a step forward to give you a gentle hug.

"Hey, babe, I'm just dropping this off." you raised a black gym-style bag "I was doing laundry and noticed you took the old go-back instead of the clean one."

Aaron grabbed the object with a frustrated and slightly embarrassed sigh "I must've forgotten to empty it when I got from my last trip, I'm sorry you had to come all the way here for it."

"Don't worry handsome, I love having an excuse to stop by and have a little chat with this lovely group of people." you said as you gestured to the agents and everyone seemed to blush at your statement.

"Which reminds me, Garcia, take down the current complaint before Strauss actually gets to it." the man glared in the blonde's direction. She muttered a quiet 'yes sir' and lowered her sight.

"Well, as much as I enjoy coming to the serial-killer bat-cave, I actually have to pick up Jack from your Jessica's, you guys have a safe trip." you directed your words at everyone "and, see you when you get back?" the last sentence you directed only to Aaron.

He nodded slightly and took another step forward. His right arm curled around your waist, and his left one dragging your face closer by the base of your neck. His lips smashed into yours in a passionate kiss that lasted around three seconds, which was two seconds too long for an appropriate workplace kiss, by the way. Once he pulled away, his eyes found yours "I love you."

"Love you, too." you barely muttered, still dizzy from the kiss. Without even noticing the rest of the people that stared at the two of you, you turned on your heels to walk back out of the office.

Reality hit Aaron like a truck when he met multiple eyes of flustered subordinates that had just admired the entire R-13 show the two of you had put on.

"Mazeltov." Rossi joked, earning quiet chuckles from the rest.

"Everybody back to work." his tone had gone back to commanding, not the high pitched caring one he wore when you were around. Without glancing at them any further, he moved back to his office to resume his activities.

"On my 30th birthday he gave me a handshake." Reid pointed out disappointedly.

"If you want a kiss, you have to look like that, kid." Morgan mocked, referring to you. The rest of the team laughed the situation off and everyone returned to their duties as ordered.

Aaron couldn't help to beat himself over it for a little bit, but after further inspection, he didn't care. Many things he promised the day you got married, and many he wasn't sure he would be able to hold, but if there was something he had vowed to do without fail, was that he would never leave your side without a kiss goodbye, a proper kiss goodbye.

#aaron x reader #hotch x reader #aaron hotcher x reader #blurb: mine #criminal minds love languages #blurb: hotchner #blurb: criminal minds #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner/reader #aaron hotchner fanfic #hotch fanfic #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic

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jaymyie · 29 days

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Foyet: Punch me in the face.  Hotch: ...Punch you?  Foyet: Yes, punch me, didn’t you hear me?  Hotch: I always hear ‘punch me in the face’ when you’re speaking but it’s usually just subtext.

#does this make sense #i don’t know #english is not my first language #i love it tho #aaron hotchner #george foyet #criminal minds #criminal minds incorrect

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forestwaterfalls · 5 months

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rossi buying garcia a garden troll to cheer her up and hotch having dinner with her i love the bau dads more than anything.

#hotch’s love language is acts of service and quality time #aaron hotchner #david rossi #penelope garcia #criminal minds #m rambles

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beware-of-you-98 · 17 days

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sometimes the exact words “i love you” don’t have to be said because “i love you” can be “i knew they’d call you”, or “we already think you’re crazy”, or “it’s really good to have your back” or “it’s great to hear your voice again”

and then sometimes “i love you” can be said through the simplest gestures like bringing her tea after a rough day, or holding her hand when she really needs the comfort, or dropping everything and anything for her, or putting your own career on the line for her

and sometimes “i love you” never even has to be said because you both know and sometimes that’s enough

#idc if the quotes aren’t exact #i’m so so deep in my brainrot it’s not even fucking funny #thinking about how jj’s love language for emily is through her words #and the words i love you may have never been said between them #but i think something as simple as its really good to hear your voice is so much more powerful #and then i’m also thinking about how emily’s love language for jj is touch #like it’s so prevalent that when jj hallucinates emily the first thing quote on quote emily does is caress her cheek #i’m insane i’m insane i’m iNSANE #my chest hurts #criminal minds #jennifer jareau #jennifer jj jareau #emily prentiss #jemily

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queenerdloser · 4 months

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i think every time i watch criminal minds i get more and more angry about the way the team treats reid's infodumping. like. you literally hired him to infodump. you regularly treat him like he's an extension of google. and then you roll your eyes or act like he's being soooo annoying and boring when he just! does his job! and then do the same thing to him when he's infodumping about stuff he actually likes too!!! undermine him in front of other police forces when you act like him sharing information is so terrible and annoying. fucking stop it! let him talk! and i'm talking mostly to jj bc despite the fact she's supposed to be so close to reid she literally does this to him almost every time he opens his mouth and it's fucking annoying!!!!!!!

#criminal minds #me every time jj rolls her fucking eyes when reid infodumps: i will end you #as someone who ALSO infodumps as a love language their attitude about it is so infuriating #he's sharing bc he loves you fuckers! he's also sharing bc it's his FUCKING JOB to do it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#sometimes you imprint on a twink fbi agent from a mid aughts police procedural and you get defensive over him idk what to tell you #anyway the way the team constantly disrespected reid's interests like he was being so embarrassing and boring for daring #to like. like. foreign films and magic shows and scifi. all very normal interests to have. drives me!!! crazy!!!!!

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studykac · 10 months

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📚06.29.23📚

Monsoon season has hit in 🇰🇷 and my dumbass decided a walk home would be pleasant still ㅠㅠ

After my (quite damp) walk, I got a few chapters of studying in at my regular cafe, another two chapters of Wonderworks, and I finished reading The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy 🙌

So overall a great productive almost end of the week (and a massive change from the last three days of doing nothing but reading Criminal Minds fanfiction 🫠).

📚 Joy Luck Club by Amy Tan

🎧 Rock by Seventeen

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ralvezfanatic · 1 month

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currently wondering how the BAU (mostly Spencer or Luke obviously) would react to you biting them or wanting to bite them.. in a non sexual way ofc

#okay but like #biting is a love language #just #nom nom nom #:3 #i wanna like bite on Luke's arm #or hand #lol #𖤐 rambles #criminal minds #bau team #bau

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beelmons · 1 year

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LL: gifts

Character: reid

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Gift giving (G)/Quality time(R) + Acts of services (Spencer's love language)

There might be a little bit of miscommunication here. Spencer doesn't quite get the need for human possessions, specially ones he considers "superficial". To tell him that you love him effectively, you will have to change your perception of your own love language, try to focus on utility when it comes to gifts. So, maybe not flowers, or watches, but rather a new pair of comfy socks, the one bookmark he didn't bring himself to buy, or that one book he didn't think he actually needed.

As for your receiving language, it can get a bit tricky. Being a profiler is by definition a job that doesn't give space for time. You will have to communicate very calmly how important it is that he's present when you have the opportunity to share the same space. There's a big opportunity here, though, he communicates through acts of services, so the time he's home, use it to do some chores around the house.

If he's away, he will have scheduled times, that he will never miss, to give you a call, even if that call is to let you know that he'll have to call you again for a longer chat. He will tell you about his day in detail, sometimes a bit too much, bit too gruesome, and when it's time for you to talk he will listen and listen until he falls asleep to your voice.

Scenario:

"Okay, so I got your ice cream, some soft drinks, the toilet paper we need, and some pizza, anything else?" he said into the phone as he juggled the bags on his hands.

"Nothing, babe, just get here as soon as possible" you said on the other side of the line.

Spencer beamed at your words and obeyed as commanded, doing his best to reach the place you called home without going over the speed limit. It had been a long week, him away, you busy with your own projects, the time seemed to go painfully slow as you counted down the days to see him again.

He finally walked through the front door, and you couldn't help but to tackle him in a hug. The pizza got slightly crushed in between your hug, but his arms welcomed you nonetheless, they had been empty long enough to care.

"Welcome home." you muttered against his ear.

"Glad to be back." he answered, a little ritual that you guys had come to build.

He settled the things he had gotten down on the coffee table and got ready for the movie you had already prepared. Your head landed on his shoulder as soon as you were comfortable on the couch, and his rested ontop to have you as close as possible.

Before you pressed play, however, you turned around to look at him. The tilting of his head let you know that he was confused as if he was forgetting something, you basically had a conversation without saying any words. After a short while, his eyebrows perked up and he jumped in place. "Oh!" he exclaimed as he did so.

You watched as your boyfriend took out the phone from his pocket, and with a couple of clicks he turned it off. "Good boy." you praised, and you raised your body to press a single kiss to nose. The gesture, however, was not near enough for him. His hand moved to hold your head hostage and your lips were attacked as a result. His own moved slowly but with passion, trying engrave the memory of your taste for the next mission.

You let the kiss continue for a couple more seconds, but finally decided to hit his shoulder in complaint. He pulled away with a mischevious chuckle "Fine." he grumbled "But after the movie, we're having some extra quality time".

#blurb: mine #blurb: spencer #blurb: criminal minds #criminal minds love languages #criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fan fic #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid/reader

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snailsandpuppy-dogtails · 2 years

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Secret Messages

Flufftober day 10 Love Language Garvez WC:222

It was a code, a language they’d developed unbeknownst to either of them. Little cues set throughout the day that informed their interactions. A way of communicating, just the two of them. Though neither would acknowledge it, it was a language of love. Penelope too stubborn and too far in to realize it for what it was, Luke too resigned to his place as begrudged friend.

She had unique relationships with everyone, interacted with everyone in a slightly different way, but with him it was exponential, and he’d learned quickly to read it, to interpret it, and to respond. He spoke fluently and with ease. He could clock her mood from another room just by the way she held her pen, and knew just the right way to sidetrack her, make her forget, giving her a bit of irritated amusement to better her day.

The cadence of her step, the restlessness in his sigh. She wasn’t a profiler but she striped him bare and laid him open, exposing everything but giving no indication to onlookers. They ebbed and flowed like the tides, a call and response in simple gestures freely exchanged. In the pace of her gate he could hear what she wouldn’t ask for, and in the press of his hand or flick of his gaze he’d tell her he’d give her everything. Special thanks to @dungeons-are-too-cold , @jacquiebethelina44 , and @darcyfangirlsfrequently for the not so obvious interpretation of the prompt since I'd already written about their love languages here and didn't want to do it again 😅 🥰 Hope you all enjoy what I did with this.

@flufftober

#Flufftober 2022 #day 10 love language #criminal minds #garvez #penelope garcia #luke alvez #snail's tales

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marvellouslymadmim · 8 months

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Happy Ten Year Completion Anniversary to Pay the Piper, my first true longfic. Even though it's no longer my most read/popular fic, it was my first "big" one (to date, it has reached over 57,000 readers in over a dozen countries 🤯 and is the 2013 Profiler's Choice Award Winner for Best Rossi/Strauss Characterization), and it taught me a lot about pacing, building OCs, and finding the characters' voices and motivations. It taught me to embrace the flowery phrasing and to just let the characters find their own paths.

Ten years. Ye gods. Let me have ten more, for a thousand other stories I have left to tell.

#personal?#fic writer #just celebrating the good things today #pay the piper #my fic #a whole ass decade!!#criminal minds #strauss/rossi #god i have always been obsessed with highly competent idiots whose love language is snark and wit and undying devotion #bless me for staying on brand all these years 😭

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street-smarts00 · 1 month

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Clingy

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (BAU!reader)

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WC: 3.7k

Summary: You tended to be very expressive with your friends when showing your affection. Whether it showed in pet names or physical touch. Only thing is, Spencer thinks he’s falling in love with you, and all of your sweet affectionate actions are starting to take a toll on his unrequited heart. At least, he thinks it’s unrequited.

Tags: there’s a tiny bit of miscommunication but not too much that it will make your head explode like it does mine. Make out but nothing grown/spicy. Friends to lovers. A bit of hurt/comfort

A/N: Not beta read don’t kill me! yoooo spence is so in denial about her feelings in this but lol so real king. This is mostly from his POV but I had to cheat a few times. Hope i can live up to the hype that complimentary colors was. I low key don't like this one as much but had to execute it cause the idea was cute.

You were starting to drive him insane. Criminally insane. You could invade his thoughts at any waking moment of his day and take over his mind. Every affectionate pet name, every soft fleeting touch, hell every time you look at him, he would replay the moment in his mind like a broken record. If he was in a crowded room, his eyes would always fall on you.

After being with the BAU for a while you became good friends with your coworkers. And with that, came your habit of calling your friends sweet nicknames. Anything from sweetie, to honey, to babes, and the one that broke his heart the most, my love.

At first he didn’t understand why you were using terms of endearment that were typically used in a romantic relationship, but in a platonic way. At some point he caught on that you were similar to Garcia when it came to expressing your love for friends. Similar to her and the way she has her own sweet silly way of expressing how she cares.

Nevertheless, some small part of his heart still broke when you called him those names. He adored your sweet caring nature and the fact that you cared enough about him to call him terms of endearment. But every time a nickname fell from your lips, he was reminded you only meant it platonically.

It was his own personal torture to constantly be reminded he would never be your sweetie, your honey … your love. But the nicknames weren’t enough to drive him insane. While it drove him to the brink of insanity, he was able to keep his head somewhat still on his shoulders.

Not long after the heart warming but crushing nicknames, you showed your true love language. Physical touch. It showed in many forms. It could show when poking JJ in the shoulder and giving Emily a high five. Or nudging Morgan in his side with your elbow. You even managed to get a fist pump from Hotch and Rossi. And of course the welcome and goodbye hugs from Penelope.

You were a bit hesitant at first to express this love language of yours with Spencer due to his aversion to touch and germs. However, you observed that he would gratefully receive occasional touches. Whether it be a hug, high-five, or even the rare ruffle of his hair -which of course would be from Morgan. So you approached him and asked if he was comfortable with physical contact.

When it came to you, he was more than comfortable. You could take him in your arms and he would simply melt into a puddle on the floor. Except he didn’t say that and his reply was closer to a mix of stuttering and rambling about how you could never make him uncomfortable and how he just doesn’t like germs.

Now he’s not saying he regrets his choices. He wouldn’t ever take it back. He enjoys every single lingering touch between the two of you. Actually “enjoys” would be a severe understatement. Every single time you ruffle his hair, lean your head on his shoulder, or even just carefully touch his arm, it was as if a thousand volts of electricity were flowing through him. Like he could light up the city even. You were the best part of his days and the reason breath filled his lungs. You brought a light into his life that made him feel safe and warm.

He desperately wanted your affection, your attention, your touch, to mean something more than he knew it to be. But sooner or later, touch after touch, he started to go insane. Somewhere along the way he had daydreamed so deep he had lost his mind.

You had officially driven Spencer Reid insane.

He was promptly whisked away from his thoughts when he felt the tap of a folder on his shoulder and a light thump on his desk.

“Hotch wants to know your thoughts on the consultation from Colorado,” you started.

He blinked back into focus glancing at the papers on his desk.

“Hey, you alright?” You asked with concern. “You look like your head is in the clouds.”

“I’m fine, just lost in thought,” he answered with a small smile reassuring you.

“Don’t get too lost. Can’t have your genius brain short circuiting on us.” You chuckled as you took a small step closer to him and playfully ruffled his hair.

“I’ll try not to,” he grinned and pushed his hair back after you messed with it.

“Well I’ll be back soon, my love. Gotta go bother Penelope,” you joked before making your way out of the bullpen.

His gaze was lingering on you as you left. His thoughts started to drift to you again as his cheeks turned pink.

“I’ll be back soon, my love,” Morgan mimicked in a higher pitched voice with a grin as he approached Spencer's desk. In response Spencer turned his chair away from Morgan to hide his now red face.

“When are you two going to start dating? You guys already act like a couple.”

“We do not act like a couple,” Spencer argued. “She just sometimes calls me pet names, that's normal for her.”

“You don’t see it do you?” Morgan furrowed his eyebrows and was seconds away from chuckling. “She’s been giving you quite a bit of attention lately. Practically clinging onto you.”

“I mean I- I don’t think so. She does that with everyone, it's not just me. She just happens to be very affectionate with friends.” He answers as his voice almost cracked.

Morgan shook his head, “Oh no it’s more than that. Have you ever noticed that she calls you “my love” but she calls us “love”? Or when we’re on a long flight back home and you two are all cuddly on the jet. How she always seeks out your company and finds an excuse to talk to you or about you.”

Spencer couldn’t speak. He had so many words on the tip of his tongue but his voice wouldn’t make a sound. He sat frozen and mouth slightly agape as his brain started to go into overdrive.

Morgan's face softened at Spencer's reaction. “It’s different with you kid. Friends don’t act like that.”

“You and Garcia do.” Spencer countered, this time definitely with a voice crack. Morgan lightly chucked. He was well aware that his and Penelope’s friendship was a bit different than other male/female friendships.

“Okay you got me there, but you and Y/N aren’t me and Garcia. We may flirt with each other a lot but that’s our thing. You two have this care for each other like nothing I've ever seen.”

Spencer was left stunned once again and Morgan could practically see the gears in his head turning.

“You may not notice it now, or hell you may not let yourself notice it now, but it’s true.”

Those words rang in the back of Spencer's mind for days. Of course on a regular basis you would occupy his mind at any given moment. But now it wasn’t just thoughts about you. His mind was over analyzing almost every interaction between you and him, trying to find what Morgan had talked about. Some form of evidence that proved what you felt for him was beyond what he had initially thought.

He was recounting all the recent times you had approached him out of the members of your team. He recalled all the times you were either hanging out or on the jet and you found yourself tracing patterns on his arm. He was rethinking when you started to use nicknames around him and how it could be different with him than with others. It turned out Morgan might be right, as Spencer realized the numerous times you referred to Garcia or Emily as “love”, but in the rare instance you said “my love” it was only ever directed to him.

The idea of you liking him back had become an all consuming thought, but he was too terrified to ask you. What if Morgan was wrong? Profilers have been wrong before. He became petrified by the idea of asking you about it and possibly finding out his feelings were unrequited. But most of all, he was scared of losing you. Scared that if he brought it up he would make things awkward and ruin your friendship. He couldn’t lose you, not over something as trivial as his feelings.

Unfortunately the mental toll this was taking on his mind started to show. Not so obvious that the everyday person would notice, but you weren’t an everyday person. You grew to know him like the back of your hand. So of course you started to notice the little changes in his behavior. His ever so slight flinch when you would initially touch him. His eyes which used to linger on you and catch your eyes from across the room, now focused almost anywhere you weren’t. The way his body froze when you placed a hand on his shoulder. The way his eyes partially widened when you called him anything other than his name.

He tried to hide his worries from you, but you could tell something was bothering him.

Something about you.

His overall behavior didn’t reflect that he was avoiding you or distancing himself from you. He still talked to you and acted around you like normal. Instead it felt like he was holding himself back from receiving or truly appreciating your affection the way he used to.

Days had passed and the team was sent on a case. While this case was an emotional rollercoaster for everyone, it had affected you the most. The victims had reminded you of yourself and the unsub and all of his delusional reasoning for his actions had hit very close to home.

The team caught the unsub and closed the case quite late in the evening. Everyone was exhausted after the grueling past few days and decided to spend the night at the hotel to rest and leave in the morning. You however, still felt an ache in your stomach from all the anxiety felt throughout the day. You couldn’t seem to relax and let that weight off your shoulders. So you went to the one person who could help.

Spencer was getting ready to go to sleep, peacefully reading a book in bed when he got a knock on his door. He placed his book down and when he opened the door he was greeted by you in pajama pants and a zip up hoodie, clearly also winding down for the night.

“Hey,” you greeted.

“Hi, what’s up? Is everything okay?” he asked, a bit concerned as to why you showed up at his hotel so late at night. He opened the door wider signaling you were welcome inside. You entered the room and stuffed your hands in your pockets as he closed the door.

“I’m okay I just …” you cleared your throat. “I know this case has been a tough one but today’s been really hard for me. I’m still wired and awake, I can’t seem to relax enough to go to sleep,” You abruptly stopped your rambling to catch your breath.

“This might sound dumb but, I’m in desperate need of a hug right now,” you finally admitted quietly.

He hated seeing you so timid and closed off. How you made yourself smaller than you were, all because you were asking for your basic needs to be met.

“You don’t have to explain yourself.”

“Huh?”

“You don’t have to explain why you need a hug. You can just ask,” he said reassuringly.

“Oh.”

“Physical contact has been shown to increase levels of dopamine, serotonin, and even oxytocin; therefore, decreasing levels of stress and anxiety. Some people might even argue that physical touch is a fundamental element of being human and experiencing life.” His other way of trying to validate your feelings was of course rambling a string of facts and information from his fingertips.

You couldn’t help but smile. God he loved it when you smiled.

“So is that a yes?” you asked since you never exactly got an answer from your question in the first place. Even though you knew what his answer was.

The corners of his lips turned into a grin. “Come here,” he says with outstretched arms.

You practically ran into him at his offer. He wrapped his arms around you as you placed yours around his neck. He wished this moment could last forever. All while at the same time Morgan's previous statements were circling around in his head.

He tried his best to push them away. He tried to tell himself this was not you acting on any potential feelings for him. This was simply you reaching out to a friend in need.

He took note of the way you held onto him so tightly, almost as if he could leave at any second. It made his heart ache.

“You feel tired,” he almost whispered.

“I am,” you mumbled back, face buried in his neck.

“Do you wanna lie down?”

You lightly patted him on the back, “Don’t worry I’ll leave you be and go to sleep soon. I just need a minute

“I meant … I meant do you want to lie down here?” He stammered. “So you’re not alone. You seem like you need a friend right now.”

His own heart almost cracks when he says friend. But that’s what you need right now, a friend.

“I’d like that,” you said with a small smile.

You separate from him and he leads you to the bed holding your hand. He sits down against the headboard and waits for you to join him.

You awkwardly sit down on the bed, eyes darting in all directions of where he’s sitting. “I- what should I …”

“You could sit down the way you do on the jet,” he kindly offers.

You relax at his words and move to sit at his side. He wraps his arm around you as you rest your head against his shoulder. You both sat there in a moment of silence, enjoying eachothers company. He was getting lost in the sweet smell of your perfume; the small bit of it that still lingers from the long day you’ve had.

He started to recall all the times you two would be close like this. It didn’t happen very often. Sometimes on a long jet ride home from a long or stressful case. Or sometimes when the team went out for drinks and you would be tired from dancing. In the rare occasions you two were like this, you would tend to draw patterns on his arm or leg.

So he decided to finally return the favor. With the arm he had wrapped around you, he started to dance his fingertips over your upper arm.

He felt you practically melt into him at the action. If you could get any closer to him, you did.

He continued tracing your arm with an overwhelming amount of care. It made you consider his previous actions compared to how welcome you were now in his arms.

“Spencer, I’m gonna ask you something, and I need you to be completely honest with me,” you spoke with a hidden hesitation in your voice.

“Of course I’ll be honest to you. I always will be,” he furrowed his brows at the thought of you being scared of him lying to you.

You let out a small, almost shaky breath. “Am I clingy?” you murmured.

This made his hand on your arm stop. He shifted his sitting position so he could face you better but also didn’t want to let you out of his hold.

“No, never,” he told you with assurance. “Why would you think you’re clingy?”

He saw you hesitate once more before you gave him your reply. “I was just overthinking things. Worried I was taking the physical contact thing too far or that I’m a bit too affectionate at times.“

“Why would you be worried? You’d never take things too far. You’ve always been respectful of other people’s boundaries.”

You sighed with a shaky breath. He could practically see through you and see you considering your response.

“Because I thought I was making you uncomfortable.” you looked down to avoid his gaze.

He was quiet for a second, absolutely baffled as to how you would think you could ever make him uncomfortable. “Why?” His question was a barely audible whisper.

“You seemed different. All of a sudden you would freeze when I touched you. You became jumpy and skittish when I talked to you. I thought I was too much for you but you didn’t want to tell me about it.”

You shifted away to face him and his hand fell from your arm. You fidgeted with the sleeves of your hoodie as your face went blank.

“You could never be too much for me,” he spoke with a soft voice. He tried to reach his hand out to hold yours but your hand disappeared in your sleeve at his touch.

“Then why were you different all of a sudden?” You narrowed your eyes at him.

His cheeks started to turn pink, “I- I wasn’t.”

“Yes you were.”

“Y/N please,” he begged.

“Spencer,” you whispered as your eyes bore into his. “You said you’d be honest with me.”

He licked his lips and his face turned red. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place. He couldn’t find an escape route. He had no choice but to tell you. And once the flood gate opened, he would never be able to close it.

“I was freaking out,” he blurted.

“I was freaking out because Morgan implanted this idea in my head that you might possibly have feelings for me based on the way you act around me. I’ve been obsessed with that thought since he mentioned it. So I freaked out almost every time you touched me, talked to me, even looked at me,” he rambled on anxiously as he tried to explain himself. No holding back now.

“I tried not to let it change my behavior but I guess it did and I am so sorry for that. I never wanted to give you the impression that I was uncomfortable. To be honest I don’t think you could ever make me uncomfortable”

You were silent for a moment. He couldn’t read your reaction. Your eyebrows slightly raised with your lips parted. He could only see surprise, which was typical, he just didn’t know if this kind of surprise was good.

“Why were you so obsessed with the idea of me having feelings for you?”

He could’ve sworn his heart was going to beat out of his chest at any moment.

“Because I think I’m falling in love with you.”

Here we go. Flood gates.

“The idea you might like me back became an all consuming thought because I never before thought it was possible and I never wanted to get my hopes up. Actually, I pretty much think about you all the time so it wasn’t that far from normal. ”

“You’re falling in love with me?” you asked barely above a whisper.

“Yes,” he spoke softly with full confidence.

The only change to your appearance was your eyes widened a bit more. It made Spencer's heart sink to his stomach.

“Listen, I understand if this makes things weird between us and I am so sorry. I just couldn’t ..”

He couldn't finish his thought, you were too busy locking your lips with his. It was a sweet but cautious kiss, almost as if you were testing the waters in uncharted territory. You felt him freeze against you so you leaned away, breaking from the kiss.

Not even seconds later Spencer placed a hand on your face and was diving back into the kiss with fervor. You instantly reacted as your arms found their way around his neck and your hand was digging in his hair. The kiss was intoxicating. Both of you trying to get a taste of the other after what felt like eons of pinning.

He wrapped his arms around your waist while his one hand snuck up to the small of your back where your hoodie had exposed your skin. It sent a shiver up your spine while you let out a shaky breath against his lips. You tried shifting in your seat to somehow get closer to him. With his hands against your waist he helped guide you to sit in his lap straddling him.

When you finally break from the kiss your faces are red and Spencer rests his forehead against yours. You focus on the sound of his breath and the feeling of your heart practically beating in your ears.

Your hand moves to play with the hairs at the nape of his neck. “I guess I didn’t do a very good job at showing I had feelings for you.”

The corners of his mouth lift up into a giddy smile. “No, you did. I’m just oblivious.”

“Sounded like you were in denial,” you lightly teased.

“That too,” he chuckles.

After a moment of enjoying each other's presence, you pull away from him just far enough to look him in the eyes.

“I know I call everyone pet names, but every time I used them with you, I wanted it to mean something more. Part of me would always hope you would one day call me those names back,”

Spencer swore his heart could give out at any second. He never expected to hear this from you and it made him lightheaded.

“This may sound childish but.. I never craved attention so badly, until you gave me yours,” you added.

He licked his lips and smiled. With his hands still on your waist he traced mindless patterns at your sides. “You have my complete and undivided attention, my love.”

His words made you giddy. You bit your lip to keep yourself from giggling. Although, he would never be opposed to hearing your beautiful laugh.

There were no words to describe the way that you felt. So without thinking, you leaned forward once more to capture his lips with yours.

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