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sweatervest-obsessed · 9 months

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Something Old, Something New

Spencer Reid used to know everything about Y/N Y/L/N. But what happens when ten years after they last saw each other, they just so happen to bump into one another.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~2.7k

TW: Brief mentions of domestic violence, the slightest implications of DV, mentions of guns, Spencer hating JJ, colorful language.

Notes: This is my first ever fan fiction and so I’d absolutely love some feedback! I really want to expand this into either a full sized fic, or a series. Would anyone be interested in that ???? This takes place during S7E1 in which the team is on Trial because of their actions with Ian Doyle, Declan Doyle, and the others. One of my fav Reid episodes, and just a good one overall. Side note, it’s barely edited, apologies in advance.

GIF not mine.

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“If you want to punish me for taking a risk, then I encourage you to do that, but do not put the rest of my team on trial for something I suggested.” The words flew out of his mouth. Some might think it was because he wasn’t thinking clearly. But he was. Senator Cramer was not amused. “Calm down Agent.”

“This is calm, and it’s doctor.”

“That’s all then, Doctor Reid.”

“Thank you, Senator.” His chair scraped across the floor as he stood up. Spencer turned around and exited the jury room, door slamming behind him.

The team all stared as he stalked past them, and out towards the bathroom. JJ started to follow him before Derek put his hand up in front of her.

“Derek–”

“Let him go JJ.”

She sighed before turning around and walking the opposite direction. Just then, one of the clerks opened the door to the room and requested that Technical Analyst Penelope Garcia enter next.

As Spencer walked towards the bathroom, his mind was racing a million miles an hour. His anger was surely justified and the Senator was not listening to him, at all. Especially since the only thing the committee really even wants to do is have an excuse to transplant every one of his teammates—

“Shit!”

Spencer had collided with someone. Head on.

“O-oh, I’m..” He quickly bent down to help her pick up the various items now strewn across the floor, due to his negligence to his surroundings.

“I’m so sorry.” He managed to sputter out before actually managing to look up to the person he bumped into, holding out the remaining item on the floor–a small black binder, clearly heavier than it looked.

The woman he had run into smiled quickly, but kindly at him.

“It’s okay—thank you—don’t worry about it. Could’ve had a coffee or something in my hand and then we would have had a serious issue.” She placed the binder back into her bag, somehow already neatly organized despite being completely empty and on the floor a minute before. She laughed a little before smiling at him.

Reid smiled back at her.

“I-I really am sorry about all your….” He tapered off. “Y/N?”

Y/N really looked at him for a moment before her whole face shifted. “Spencer?”

Both stared at one another in the hallway until a voice called over to the two of them “Hey Pretty Boy, we’re getting called in.”

Y/N tilted her head, a small smirk making its way across her lips.

“...Pretty Boy?”

“Yeah—–Well. No. It’s his nickname for me, uh..”

“Reid!”

She smiled at him. “Go Spencer. I’m here all day. Maybe you should look for me downstairs in the library when you’re done testifying in…” she peered around him and looked at where Derek was standing. “Federal Court? Oh Spencer, didn’t know you had become such a rule breaker.”

“A lot’s happened in the past ten years Y/N.” He smiled at her before turning around and walking towards Derek who pushed his lips together, trying not to make a bigger scene than before.

“Are we going to talk about whoever that is?”

“Nope.” Spencer pushed past Derek and into the courtroom.

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Once the team, except for Prentiss, was released into the hallway, JJ tried to grab Spencer's hand.

“Spence—”

“Not now Jennifer.” Spencer quickly maneuvered himself away from JJ, and headed towards the double doors at the end of the hall.

“Reid…” JJ tried again, but Spencer just pushed past the doors and walked down the stairs. He walked down two flights before exiting the stairwell. He found himself in front of the library, next to a small local cafe that clearly catered to exhausted lawyers and their incessant clients. Reid walked past the little cafe and entered the library. He realized that he didn’t know what type of Law Y/N practiced so he wouldn’t know where in the library she would be, but it wouldn’t matter since she was sitting at one of the tables next to the windows, trying to soak up as much sun while she withered away in the library. She sat with her back to the doors, maybe because the glare was too blinding on the laptop in front of her, or maybe because she couldn’t stop looking up at the entrance hoping a certain Doctor would enter.

Spencer approached her and stood in front of the empty chair.

“This taken?”

Y/N looked up, smiled, and nodded.

“By you Doctor Reid. Please, have a seat.”

Spencer laughed lightly and sat down.

“I feel like I’m in a client meeting.”

Y/N shook her head and closed her laptop.

“Not unless you have something you need a divorce lawyer for Reid.”

Reid looked at the books scattered in front of her, noting what books she had, and what cases she had opened them to.

“Tough case?” He nodded towards the books that she was busy tidying and shoving off to the side. Y/N sighed and stacked the books on the side of the table near the window.

“Not necessarily anything I can’t deal with, it’s just brutal to see someone be repeatedly assaulted by their husband, and–I’m sorry. That’s so…That’s so grim, I didn’t mean to bring the mood, um, down.” She laughed nervously and tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear.

“Believe it or not, that is probably a regular topic on a weekly basis for me.” Spencer gave her a sheepish smile.

“Wh-” She smiled and shook her head. A ray of sun was slowly stretched across her face, illuminating her eyes, and captivating Spencer. “Well, Doctor Reid. Tell me what a man like you is doing with three PhDs and multiple Bachelor's degrees these days in which you deal with such graphic topics and have to be on trial in Federal Court?”

Reid smiled at his folded hands. “I’m a–uh–profiler for the FBI’s BAU—Behavioural Analysis Unit. We, uh, look at the way an unsub–unknown subject–behaves, as well as the victims behavior, and create profiles based off of that information to help law enforcement agencies, at every level, across the country.” Spencer finished his ramble by biting his bottom lip, and smiling at her. “As for the trail…my team led an operation that was…not at all by the book.”

Y/n nodded, choosing, for Spencer’s sake, to not prod further into the reason he was at the courthouse.“So can you analyze people just by…looking at them?”

Spencer nodded at her. “Yeah, I mean that’s not all that we do. We make preliminary personality profiles yes, but I’ve also made linguistic profiles and geographical profiles–But, uh, y-yeah I can do that…”

“So profile me then Doctor Reid.”

Reid’s brain short circuited at that moment. “I-uh, you. Um. You want me to….”

“Profile me. Yes.” Y/N bit her lip. “Unless, you’re lying to me Spencer.”

Spencer took a breath before locking eyes with her.

“You’re wearing a tailor made dress for you, which means you have enough money to be able to buy nice clothes, and buy someone’s labor to make them for you. Since the dress is well made and uses an expensive material, the case today is really important to you–from the books I’m assuming a messy divorce involving domestic abuse since that is what all of your books are about, and it involves weapons of some type, most likely guns, because one of those books is dedicated entirely to United States versus Hayes, which deals with convicted domestic abusers not being allowed to purchase guns or have a gun license. When I sat down you also had one of the books open to District of Columbia versus Heller, which deals with an individual’s right to possess a firearm unless they’re a convicted felon or mentally ill. You’re not wearing any makeup which means you’re confident about this case, and your client, regardless of her current physical state. It also means you’re confident in yourself, and don't feel the need to hide your face in any way. You’re wearing shoes that add about three inches to your height so that you’ll appear taller in court to make yourself seem like a bigger presence, as well as assert your previously mentioned confidence in this case and your stance in it. The binder you carry is smaller in size, but heavier than expected meaning you probably have a tablet, maybe an IPad, in there for any paper you don’t actually need a physical copy of, which tells me you’re environmentally conscious, or you’re trying to be. Because you also had a plastic water bottle in your purse which means that you knew you had a long day today, but probably also had a long day and or night yesterday since your prep towards yourself was minimal—shall I keep going?”

Y/N was looking at him with that look he simply could not figure out. “If you want Spencer. I’m quite enjoying it.”

He licked his lips before nodding at the coffee cup on the table. “You’re exhausted. I can tell since you’re no longer wearing your shoes, and your hair is now up. You probably work better with your hair up, which stems from the fact that you danced as a child. Hair up means getting to work. You’re also exhausted since you needed espresso. That cup says you’re drinking four shots of espresso in your latte. But it’s probably because you’ve put a lot of thought and time into this case. Which is good for your clients since they need someone who is compassionate and empathizes—” Spencer stopped short. His realization did not go unnoticed by her.

“Did you figure something out, Doctor Reid?”

“You…..Was it….?”

“No.” She sighed before reaching across the table and putting her hand on top of Reid’s clasped ones. His entire body was immediately filled with static.

“No Spencer. But maybe that’s enough profiling for the day, yeah?”

Spencer nodded before darting his eyes around the library.

“Would you, uh, maybe want to go get lunch, um, with me?”

Y/N smiled at him and nodded. “I would love nothing more, Doctor. Shall we?”

Spencer nodded and stood up, watching as she quickly, yet efficiently packed away her laptop, the binder and the rest of her things. She stood up, grabbed all three of the books, her bag, and her coffee.

“At least let me carry one of those books y/n–”

“Spencer, thank you, but I got this. Remember? Strong, confident woman here.” She teased him before walking over and dropping them off at the librarians desk. Reid followed behind her, still trying to fully decode the woman he once knew everything about.

“Want to take the stairs? I have this irrational fear that I’ll get stuck or die in an elevator, or both.” she mused looking at Spencer.

“As someone who has gotten stuck in an elevator, I have to agree. Did you know that according to the National Elevator Industry, there are approximately 27 recorded elevator-related deaths a year, with over 10,000 related injuries?”

Y/N paused before she opened the door to the stairwell. Spencer thought she was going to cancel the lunch. He had spewed before they even made it out of the building. But instead, she laughed a little bit.

“There’s a National Elevator Industry Company?” Out of all the things to come out of her mouth, that was not what he had expected.

“Well, yes. They’re technically the National Elevator Industry Incorporated, but yeah.”

She made a sound surprise before nodding and heading into the stairwell. “Well I’m glad we’re not volunteering to be victims 28 and 29 then.”

Spencer smiled again, and let out a laugh of agreement.

“I did want to ask you about that sweater vest though. It’s quite....something Spencer...”

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By the time the two had reached the main doors to the outside, both were giggling incessantly as Reid recalled the time he got stuck in an elevator with his coworker, Derek. Y/N paused their conversation to say a quick goodbye to the security guards working.

“You know all of their names?” Spencer was slightly astonished, knowing how quick the turnaround was for a job like that, barely even considering the sheer amount of security guards.

“It’s important to thank them since they have to stand there and deal with every single person who comes in or out of the Court. Might as well try to make their day a little better. Besides..” She opened the door for Reid to exit through. “When you’re nice, they’re a little more lenient about…oh I don’t know…plastic water bottles and other things that you’re not technically allowed to bring into a courthouse.”

Spencer smiled at her as they walked down the steps. “And you called me a rule breaker.”

“Well Pretty Boy, I can’t follow all the rules, what fun would that be?” Spencer became flustered as she smiled politely and waved to some of her colleagues as they finished walking down the steps.

“So Mr. Profiler, where are you taking me to lun–”

“Spence!”

Spencer outwardly rolled his eyes, his face steeling up at the sound of the heels coming towards them. Y/n was now profiling him as he excused himself and turned around to face JJ.

“What.”

“Wow–uh—Spence look, I–”

Spencer huffed in annoyance. “Is there something you want Jennifer?”

JJ gave Y/n an apologetic smile before turning towards Spencer. “Hotch and Strauss need us back at the office. We have to, uh, discuss next steps in case of reassignment.”

Y/n watched as Spencer managed to steel himself up tighter than before. “Yeah. Alright. I’ll meet you all there.”

“Well actually we—”

Spencer tried to cut her off again before Derek decided to interrupt, He had been watching the whole interaction. He moved over to the small group. “Reid, we have to leave now.”

Spencer huffed in annoyance and shot him a look but Serek didn’t notice. He had turned towards Y/n at that point, and turned on that classic Derek Morgan Charm. “Didn’t know Pretty Boy could even associate with such a beautiful woman. The name’s Derek.”

He held out his hand for Y/n to take. And she did, shaking it twice before retreating her hand.

Spencer turned to you, with the hint of a devious smile, and nodded in Derek’s direction. “That’s the Derek.”

Y/N’s eyes lit up with amusement, before turning back to Derek. A smile burst across her face. “Oh my god, Spence. This is him?”

Derek looked at Reid, and then back at Y/n, and then back at Reid. “Reid, what is she talking about…”

Spencer just shrugged before turning his back completely to JJ, who seemed more upset by the second at Spencer’s distantness than at Morgan’s blatant attempt to charm his way into Y/n’s heart.

“Yes! Doctor Reid here was just telling me about your adventures on the BAU.”

Derek smiled and nodded at Spencer. “All good things I hope.”

“Oh absolutely. It’s an honor to meet the person who got stuck in an elevator and freaked the fuck out with Spencer all those years ago.”

Derek’s jaw hit the floor, and JJ was pretty speechless herself. Spencer had the smirk of a lifetime written all over his face. Y/n took the opportunity to walk over, and give Spencer a quick kiss on the cheek.

“You still owe me lunch sometime, Doctor Reid.” She winked at him before pulling out her ringing phone, and answering.

Spencer, JJ, and Derek watched her walk away.

“Who the hell was that?” Derek eventually managed out before looking at Reid with a mixture of awe and proudness across his face.

“My former ‘girl next door’.” Spencer smiled, before walking off towards Hotch, Rossi, Garcia, and Emily, ready to head back to the BAU with a newfound determination. The first was to get this god forsaken meeting over with. And the second was to find out everything he could about Y/F/N, Y/L/N.

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first-edition · 1 year

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Breaking Seasons

Spencer Reid x reader fan fiction

UPDATE EVERY TUESDAY AND THURSDAY.

Read previous chapter here

CHAPTER 4

Cw- violence, mature language and speak, gore, eventual smut, fluff, angst, abuse, childhood trauma, sexual themes, vewier discretion is advised.

Summary- When y/n takes her sick friends criminology class to take notes in the winter, she meets the guest speaker, BAU-FBI agent Spencer reid. After getting to know more about each other due to a college school related case, that ends up involving y/n herself, they naught just have each to keep warm.

STORY BEGINS UNDER CUT

TRIGGER WARNING THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SENSITIVE THEMES SUCH AS LOOSING A LOVED ONE.

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The entire rest of the day you and spencer sit on the couch and talk about lore. Lore of doctor who, Star Trek, Star Wars, even horror movies not knowing he would be such a fan a scary things. You tell him about your life and he tells you about his he even opens up the extremely personal details about his mother having Schizophrenia and his father leaving. He tells you about cases and being a profiler and how even now he's surprised he time to spend with you. You tell him how you wanted to get into astrology.

He mentions his love for card games so you introduce him, more like challenge him, to poker.

"3 card please." You say he nods and hands you three cards.

"Three for the lady. And i will take one." He says you chuckle shaking your head

"Only one. Straight or a flush dr. What are you trying to fill in?" You ask

"Well considering the odds of filling an open ended straight with one card or five to one against, well.. a one card flush draw is more like four pint five to one....i guess hmm you'd say if i was smart, id draw into a flush." He rambles a bit leaving you. Raising your eyebrow in annoyance.

"No you know i think im gonna go all in on this." He says and puts the pretzels in the middle. You chuckle and put the peanuts in. He smiles and nods.

"So. Are you?" You ask.

"Am I drawing to a flush or am i smart?' He asks smiling.

You shrug. "Either."

"Well you know im provably a genius. But uh actually i was drawing into a full house, eights over sixes" he says placing down his cards.

"Ah that's right your from Vegas."

"Yep!" He says reaching for the pile.

"Ah ah ah not so fast I two have a huge graft. Royal flush." You say placing down the full set of cards.

"No fucking way." He huffs sitting back you giggle and nod.

"You drew three cards to a royal flush that's 100 to one against." He says.

"97 to one now. Thank you!" You say moving the pile towards you.

He sits back and watches your smile on you face as you arrange them in neatly.

"Oh i just remember what i was gonna ask you!" You reply looking up at him he nods to you.

"That day at the coffee shop your were gonna ask me something but you were doing that stuttering thing... what was it?" You ask

He opens his mouth to finally tells you both how he feels and ask you out but gets interrupted by his phone ringing.

"S-sorry." He replies. And answers his phone.

"This is Dr. Spencer Reid?. Hey yeah. Okay on it." He says and hangs up "theres been another murder I gotta go, duty calls." He says and get up you get up as well walking him to the door.

"Do you mind if I leave this here?" He asks looking towards his jacket you shake your head no confused.

"Good... that way i know you come back to you." He says your eyes widen a bit as he gives a small smile.

"Good night y/n" he says smiling to you opening the door.

"N-night" you say as he walks off you close the door after him. Smiling to your self and regretting the way you feel about him. You walk back to the couches and clean your your poker games and wine glasses.

Spencer walks into the dorm of the victim.

"Where've you been?" Morgan asks him looking him up and down noticing he dosnt have his jacket from before.

jj smiles "he was with y/n" she sings. Spencer chuckles looking down.

"You were with a girl reid?" Hitch asks spencer nods

"Her name is y/n." Spencer replies.

Hitch nods and smiles

"Finally here I've come to think you'd be alone." He says bending down to the victim.

"I got 10 buck on 6 months." Morgan says. It's quiet as everyone turns to him.

"20 on a year." Hotch says. Fist pumping Morgan.

"100 they get married." Jj says

"W-wait are you guys just betting on my life." Spencer gawks

"Yeah." They all say finishing up the survey. Spencer scoffs and puts on gloves as someone hands him a stack of books. He walks over to the bed and sits noticing the covers and eventually finally looks around the room.

"Morgan...what room is this?" He asks.

"33 B" he aswers

"And the victim..?" He asks

"Mave Donovan" Spencer's heart sinks as he looks around the room seeing a familiar bullet hole from a few days ago. Your friend who you've known your entire life now laying lifeless in a black body bag being hauled out on a stretcher. And they have to be the one to tell you...no He has to be the one.

"Spence? You finished with he papers?" Jj says

"Uh y-yeah almost.." he says and continues reading but can't fully focus as you are running through his mind thinking of your reaction to the new information about your friends death, no longer having to take notes for her, and having to pack up her stuff.

Finished reading he stands up and walks out with the rest of his team ready to deliver the profile.

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Sleeping peacefully in your bed some how dreaming of your talks with spencer its cut off and you awaken to the sound of your phone ringing. You groan and reach over picking it up, being blinded by your screen on full brightness but answers seeing spencer calling you.

"Spencer...its 2 am.." you huff. Your tired voice sounding out into his ears.

"I- i know I'm sorry...I'm out side your door right now and was wondering if you could open the door?" He asks

"What? Yeah sure ugh hold on." You say and get up and walk out of your room tiredly.

Meeting the door you unlock it and open it seeing Spencer his hands clasped together in anxiousness.

"You okay?" You asks moving to the side to let him in.

"Yeah...um y/n..its about the case." He says softly dropping his hands.

"Did you solve it or something. Spencer I really wanna go back to sleep-"

"Mave is dead." He blurts out leaving you standing there now fully awake.

You chuckle. "Th-that's not funny you can't just come over at 2 am and prank me like that you..." tears begin to fall down your cheeks as you see his straight face.

"...You're telling the truth..y-you..." you stutter putting a hand over your heart it all of a sudden hurting. Your best friend. The person who means the most to you. Who's been there for you through everything. She's gone shes really gone. You stumble over your feet sobbing.

"We've profiled the unsub is going after women at the college who fit the description of what mave looks like." He says stepping close to you you hold out your hand.

"N-no ..no" you fall to your knees sobbing but despite your effort to keep him away he wraps you in his arms pulling you close to him. Braking down against him. He doesn't say or do anything. Just holds you as you cry.

READ CHAPTER 5 HERE

#spencer reid smut #spencer #spencer ried #spencer fanfic #criminal minds x reader #Criminal Minds #spence

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cynicaesura · 8 months

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Making an ongoing list of fictional dark-haired brooding queer men/sort of men with way too much damage and I just want them to be happy bc it's becoming ever more apparent that I have a type obsession and I want something to reference:

- Robert (Dream Daddy) (potentially the Awakening)

- Klaus (Umbrella Academy)

- 9th Doctor (Doctor Who, Eccleston)

- Crowley (Good Omens)

- Dave Strider (Homestuck) (okay he doesn't have dark hair but he fits the profile)

- Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds) (okay he's not brooding and is only slightly arguably queer-coded but he makes up for it in trauma like jesus fucking christ Matthew didn't our boy go through enough???)

- Larry (Sally Face) (kind of an honorable mention)

- D*** W********* (S***********) (look I do not need that insane fan base in my life in this the year of our lord 2023 but that show should have ended after s5 he deserved to have his own life)

#note to self #personal

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come-along-pond · 1 year

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OC HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE 2022. day twenty-five - october 25th. RELATIONSHIP GOALS.

Amelia Rowe & Spencer Reid as Amy Pond & Rory Williams. You might be thinking ‘Poppy, have you gone insane?’ and the answer is yes, and no. I think these two couples are similar in the way they love each other so intensely. Also, Amy and Rory were my inspiration for love in general, and it's fun that the Doctor Who fans are like a Doctor Who ship.

Romeo and Juliet, Gomez and Morticia, Leia and Han, Topanga and Corey, Archie and Betty: these are relationships that defined love for generations to come. It’s time to honour the fictional couples that taught us romance by giving our oc couples the au treatment whether that be through our favourite canon ships or just a ship that reminds us of them.

Send an ask if you wish to be added or removed!

#ohc2022 #ocappreciation #allaboutocs #ocapp #ochub #amelia x spencer #criminal minds ocs #my edits #oc: amelia rowe

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smokedanced · 2 years

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@innerwar said: ∗ o3﹕ do you prefer to write in silence , or with music / background noise ? ∗ o7﹕ what character/s do you relate to the most ? ∗ 26﹕ who was your very first muse ? would you consider writing them now ?

munday meme / ACCEPTING ↷

do you prefer to write in silence, or with music / background noise? :: in silence. absolutely i cannot focus if there is background music. i don’t do background music for anything (tv on in the background is fine for like, mundane tasks). if i listen to music, which happens very rarely as it is i don’t do anything else the same time other than perhaps read the lyrics along or sing. i don’t have the focus to multitask like that XD

what character/s do you relate to the most? :: on this blog, probably the doctor? i tend to relate to non-human muses more than... hang on, out of my own characters or in general? ooh i think it’s asking in general, lol. characters like, idek, spencer reid? i’m autistic and socially awkward and love to learn shit and i will motherfucking monologue about a topic for 30min straight if you let me. granted i am considering also adding him as a muse if we ever watch through all of criminal minds. also i know these are very different kind of characters but aside from mentioned: eloise bridgerton, kurt hummel, castiel, elphaba, and to be an autistic stereotype on main and mention a literal artificial intelligence, definitely edi. edi is actually me. scratch everything else, my response is edi from mass effect.

who was your very first muse? would you consider writing them now? :: why, funny you should ask... on tumblr, my first muse was actually iris, in 2013. and i do in fact write her now. but off tumblr? listen, i started rp in like 2006 at age fourteen, and i think probably my first proper muse was an rpf - you heard me, waiting for to be collectively called out lolol - muse from a finnish heavy metal band. safe to say that no, i would not consider writing him now. my first fictional muse i’m not sure about, potentially either shuji kiritani from nobuta wo produce or ryu odagiri from the live action season 2 of gokusen. no hold on. sorry, not backspacing all of that after i included fucking links, but i definitely roleplayed several death note muses before i got into jdrama! at the very least l, beyond birthday, and light yagami. no, i will not consider writing any of those now askjfshjdf. i do miss my jdrama times though... i had a blog for bem, actually even, on my tumblr times (from the 2011 live action of youkai ningen bem, yes, i was a huge kazuya kamenashi fan, i wonder how he’s doing these days aaaaaaa old special interest reigniting) anyway yeah pointing back to prev question: i did literally warn that i can ramble about shit! heh

#innerwar #thank youuu!#; outofsmoke #; mun

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reidgraygubler · 3 years

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carolina (spencer reid/reader

Title: Carolina

Request: no, but it was written for @spencerreidbingo

Couple: spencer reid/fem!reader

Category: smut/angst, with a tiny bit of fluff

Content Warning: SEXUAL CONTENT (praise kink, mild-innocence kink, daddy kink, fingering, oral (male & female), penetrative sex, unprotected sex/cream pie, grinding/petting, hairpulling, breathplay, multiple orgasms, possessive kink, orgasm denial), partying, drinking, swearing, large age gap (between two consenting adults), professor/student, post prison!reid, quick mentions of drinks being drugged (but not actually happening) (if I missed anything, please let me know)

Word Count: 9,064

Summary: Spencer thinks his peer is innocent. But little does he not, she’s not as innocent as he thinks.

A/N: it’s based on carolina by harry styles, bc im a sucker for a good harry song. This was written for @spencerreidbingo (i’ll have a separate post with more about that). this takes up the breathplay square on my card (pictured below). This is also the first time im writing a blowjob scene, so im really sorry if it’s not good. i also didn’t have a beta for this, so im kinda blindly posting this. and, lastly, this is a lot longer than i intended. i didn’t mean for it to get this long… it’s just a bunch of words my brain wouldn’t stop saying until i wrote it... i seriously hope you all enjoy this. thank you all for the love and support! check out my masterlist!

~*~* THIS DOES CONTAIN 18+ CONTENT!! *~*~

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I kept my eyes low as I stepped into the lecture hall 5 minutes before anyone else. The professor was writing something on the chalkboard, so his back was facing the room.

“Uh, hello,” I spoked, stepping closer to his desk. He jumped slightly and dropped his chalk at the sound of my voice. I would have expected him to know students would be showing up earlier, considering it was the start of a new semester. And, I honestly would have assumed he was told a new student was coming. That’s not my job.

“Oh, sorry,” he turned around to face me. I smiled softly, watching

as he bent down to pick up the chalk. I cocked my head to the side, watching his backside as he stood back up. He pushed his hair away from his face. “You must be the new transfer,” he asked, resting the chalk on his desk, beside a pile of pens.

“Yep. That’s me…” I smiled, looking up at his face, keeping myself from further checking him out. I quickly offered my hand and gave him my name. “I know I’m early. I figured I’d get the syllabus from you now instead of after class,” I nodded as I adjusted my grip on my bag. He stared at me for a moment, his eyes lingering on my face and then down my body, and that moment felt like an eternity. I shouldn’t be mad or frustrated with him. I basically did the same thing to him moments ago.

I cleared my throat to get his attention once again. “The, uh… The syllabus?” I asked as my smile faltered slightly. He looked at me before looking at the pile of papers on his desk before quickly moving.

“Right, right, sorry,” he muttered as he began shuffling through the piles of paper on his desk. “Um, here you are,” he looked back up at me as he handed me a small packet. I looked at it for a moment before looking back up at the teacher.

“Perfect, thank you,” I spoke, my words kind of lingering because he never actually gave me his name.

“Right, sorry, Spencer. Spencer Reid. I won’t be a drill sergeant about the whole Mr., Dr., Professor. You can call me whatever you want,” he smiled as he placed his hands on the back of his chair. I held back my laughter and the wildly inappropriate joke that I wanted to make.

“Well, Professor Reid,” I smiled as I looked down at my watch, “I better go find a seat before your class starts. I can’t wait to be in your class,” I looked up at him before turning to find a spot. When I sat down, Spencer looked at me with a smile, before going back to writing on the chalkboard.

I quickly and quietly pulled out my books and pens as the other people in the class filed in and took their seats. Spencer quickly finished writing on the board before turning around to greet the class. And, even as he spoke to the class, and looked around at each of the other students, his eyes always landed on me, lingering for a moment before going elsewhere.

{***}{***}{***}

Five months. Five months into being in Spencer Reid’s class, and I have been suffering. I’m not a new student anymore. But the only friendship I’ve made is with my fucking professor, and there’s a certain level of tension between us. That tension was probably thanks to him staring at me during lectures, and me teasing him while he taught. It wasn’t too bothersome, but I definitely wanted something to happen. Unfortunately for me, I don’t think anything will happen.

So, can someone please tell me why I invited Spencer over to help me study for a test? It’s a stupid question too, that I already figured out the answer to… I even finished studying for the day, and I’m going to a stupid party. Maybe I could get him to go with… And maybe, just maybe, something could happen.

I nearly jumped when there was a knock on the door. It’s not that I forgot he was coming over. It’s that I was so wrapped up in doing my makeup and forgot what time it was. My mascara almost smudged when I jumped back. Thank God it didn’t smudge too terribly.

I grabbed my shirt off the counter and threw it on (not bothering to zip it), before running to the front door. I smoothed out my skirt before pulling the door open. And, there stood Spencer.

“Hope I’m not too late,” he looked down at me and smiled. Although, his smile didn’t stay for too long when he saw what I was wearing. He wasn’t disappointed though, no. He was… He clearly liked what he saw, I’ll just put it that way.

“Oh! Thanks for coming over, but I actually figured it out. I should’ve called you,” I looked up at Spencer as he stepped into my apartment. I struggled to zip the back of my blouse as I walked towards my room. I looked back over my shoulder and noted that Spencer was, indeed, still following me. “Can you zip me up,” I stopped in my tracks before giving up on zipping my blouse. It was a black crop top that paired well with the pale pink tennis skirt.

“Where… Where exactly are you going tonight? It’s a, uh, it’s a school night,” he asked as he lifted his hands. The cool metal of the zipper pressed against my back, causing a shiver to go through my spine.

“Uh, there’s this party,” I answered, stepping away from him and towards the bathroom, “Thought I’d go,” I looked at him in the mirror. Spencer looked around the bathroom, at the messy mess I had made on my counter. Different pallets of makeup and tools were strewn about, a varying amount of hair care products tossed here and there. It honestly looked like a bathroom of a pageant queen, and not a 20-something-year-old. In my defense, I had to dress to impress someone here in this stupid university.

“Is that, uh… Is that smart?” Spencer asked, leaning against the door jamb. I looked up at him as I put on some luxurious red lipstick. I smiled as I looked at him.

“I think it is,” I laughed as I picked up something else and turned to look at him, “You wanna come? I wasn’t invited,” I smiled wickedly as I looked at him. His face paled two shades as he looked at me. “Oh, c’mon, Professor, no one will know us there, and I can assure you, no one will even see us,” I looked up at him as I readjusted his tie. He looked down at me before swallowing roughly.

“I don-”

“I do need a designated driver,” I spoke before cutting him off. I walked past him and towards my room. Part of me wondered what he was thinking as I so rudely rushed past him, or cut him off, or whatever I was doing. I wished I could hear his thoughts. I wondered if they consisted of “The mouth on that girl,” or, “I should punish her for the way she’s acting,” or, my personal favorite, “I should put that mouth to good use,”

“How old are you again?” Spencer asked once I sat down on my bed. I looked up at him as I slipped my shoes on.

“22,” I smiled and stood up, “Why, is that important?” I smiled as I grabbed my coat and purse.

“Couldn’t remember,” he lied. We both knew he was lying. He even knew that too. Freaking walking computer is what he is. There's no way he conveniently forgot how old I was. “Are you going to be out late?”

“Why? It’s not like you’re my dad or anything?” I laughed, leading him back to the front door of the house. “I don’t plan on being out too late. I know there’s class tomorrow,” I shrugged as I walked towards his car.

We both stayed silent as he drove with the directions I was quietly giving him. I was pleasantly happy that we were both quiet, but what I hated was the sudden awkward sexual tension that was between us. If he didn’t have this… domineering personality over me there probably wouldn’t be this tension between us.

“Are you going to come with me?” I looked up at him as I unbuckled. He glanced over at me with slight disappointment in his eye. I felt a little bad, but I really wanted to go to this party, I wasn’t going to let my professor’s disappointment stop me. “Please,” I whispered. He sighed before unbuckling himself. I had to force myself to not verbally giggle with excitement before slipping out of the car. Spencer looked down at me as I twisted my hips to swish my skirt. I smiled as I entertained myself. I'm sure if I wasn't watching my skirt, I would have been staring at him, giving myself away.

“Steps,” Spencer muttered as we got closer to the porch. I looked up at him before looking towards the small staircase. I looked up at Spencer with a smile. He glanced back down at me, a worried crease in his brow. I looked down at my skirt and smoothed it out. I looked at the door as we stood close to it, I contemplated knocking.

“So, you weren’t invited to this party?” Spencer asked, looking down at me. His voice stopped me from knocking. Instead, I looked up at him and smiled back up at him. He raised an eyebrow as he waited for an answer from me. My smile grew playful as I looked back at the door, raising my fist to knock on it. “No answer?” he asked, still waiting for my answer.

“Oh, please, Professor Reid, I can get into the hottest parties in LA without an invitation,” I smiled at him. That was a little bit of an over-exaggeration. Most college parties I could get into. But not LA parties. Someday though…

The door swung open, and we were instantly met with loud music blaring through a speaker somewhere in the house. People’s voices and chatter carried all throughout the house, coming through the various rooms and clusters around. “Are you coming in to babysit me? Or, are you going to go back to your car to read the science of the mathematical phenomenon,” I looked up at him, offering my hand to him. I wasn’t exactly sure if that was a real book or not, but I wouldn’t put it past Spencer to read.

“I’m not babysitting you,” he corrected as he looked down at me with a disappointed look in his eye. I smiled and rolled my eyes.

“Are you going to come in and watch me drink and party and have fun, Professor… Or, are you going to go back to your car and read your silly little book,” I looked down at my hand, silently telling him to take my hand and come in with me.

“I, uh, I don’t think it’s exactly in the rules for a professor to party, let alone drink, with their students,” Spencer spoke before looking down at my hand. I dropped my shoulders and looked up at him.

“Fine then… Suit yourself,” I turned around and basically skipped into the house, leaving the door open for him. I made my way towards the loud kitchen and grabbed for a cup and bottle of whatever booze was nearby. I blindly grabbed for a bottle of Grey Goose and dumped it into the cup, no mixer, no chaser.

“First off,” Spencer’s voice came from beside me. I looked up at him and took a long sip of vodka. “You shouldn’t be taking drinks from people at a party,” he spoke, taking the cup from me. I looked up at him, then the bottle and a new cup. I was only a little annoyed that he took my drink.

“I… I’m young. I’m not dumb,” I grabbed a new cup and poured more vodka. I looked up at him and offered him a sip. “I know not to drink something given to me by someone I don’t know.” I scoffed before taking another long sip. I cringed a bit at how strong it was.

“Even then someone could slip something into a drink! Even if you did know them!” Spencer exclaimed, causing the surrounding people to turn and look at us. I dropped my shoulders as I looked up at him.

“If you look around, Spencer, you’re the only person that I know. So unless you’re the one slipping something into my drink… And, as an FBI agent… I don’t think you would,” I cocked my head to my shoulder. Spencer looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “You have more to say,” I added before taking a sip of my drink.

"And, secondly, you're not as innocent as I had originally thought you were," he watched as I brought the cup of straight vodka to my lips. He looked rather unamused with my talent for drinking straight vodka.

"You thought I was innocent?" I asked, nearly sputtering the liquid with my laughter. "Please! I've never been innocent in my entire life!" I shouted over the music. He raised an eyebrow at my statement, and suddenly I had the greatest idea in the world. "But maybe, just for you, I'll be a good girl," I smiled before drinking the rest of my drink in one go. Spencer looked down at me, his lips pressed into a fine as he stared down at me. Ohh, that definitely awoken something in him. I bit back my smile with my offer. Innocent… He thinks I’m innocent. Ha! I honestly don’t remember the last time I was innocent. And, honestly, just for him… I’d be an innocent, good, little girl for Spencer Reid any day, every day even. “I can be your good, innocent little girl,” I smiled at him and cocked my head.

"I don't… I don't think that'd be… appropriate," he spoke, his words very quiet. We both knew that even though it was inappropriate, we both wanted it. We both knew what we wanted to.

I glanced at him before pouring more drink for myself. "You should learn to pace yourself," he stated and changed the subject. He nervously looked at the bottle of vodka and then around the room at all the other people drinking. Or, he was just looking for a drink that wasn’t booze. Did he actually want to keep me safe, or was I just overreading him?

"It's a college party, Professor! I'm not going to pace myself!" I shouted just to get his attention back to me. His head shot back down to me. The level of concern on his face only made me feel a little bad, mostly because he was concerned for me. But, he should know… This is a college party. “Do you want some?” I asked, offering my drink to him again. I held it up to him, close to his lips. His face twisted up as soon as the scent of pure vodka hit his nose.

“No, no thanks,” he held up at hand to block the cup from his face. I pouted before bringing it to my lips. “Do you usually come to parties,” he asked, his eyes darting around the room. Part of me wondered if he wanted to continue that question with “Like this?” But, I was too busy keeping my eyes on his face, rather than looking around the room like he was. Although, I’m sure he was used to keeping an eye on his surroundings. I’ve never been too worried about it, I probably should… But hey, you only live once. Going to college parties with your 38-year-old professor, and drinking straight vodka, and not really caring about your surroundings proves my point of YOLO.

“If I don’t have class or anything to study for… Yep,” I looked up at him with a sneaky smile. The joke with that was his particular class had a test coming up soon, and I should be studying for it. He knew that too because he just announced the test this morning. Although, he did come to my home, to help me with said test. “But, I wouldn't show up to his class hungover. It’d disappoint him too much. And, he’d care too much about me to even focus on the rest of the class,” I spoke, answering the questions he was thinking. It’s not like I’ve shown up to classes hungover before. Granted, I’ve never shown up to his class drunk or hungover. Mostly because I didn’t want to disappoint him, and only him. Anyone and everyone else can go blow themselves.

“How do you know that?” Spencer asked, looking back at me with furrowed eyebrows. I smiled and stepped closer to him.

“How do I know what?” I cocked my head to my shoulder. I already knew what he meant by his question, but… I think teasing him and messing with him is fun. And, he knew that too.

“How do you know that you’d disappoint him?” he looked down at me, pressing his chin to his chest to get a better look at me. His hands were away from me, even though I really wanted his hands anywhere on me. I looked over at my hand and the cup I held before bringing it to my lips. I took a long sip, trying to finish the contents in one go. I tossed the cup over my shoulder and looked up at him with a lazy smile.

“Because being hungover, with the slight possibility of still being drunk, would totally disappoint him… And I would hate to disappoint him.” I whispered and shook my head. Spencer looked down at me with something in his eyes, and I loved the way he looked at me. “I told you, Professor, I’d be a good girl for you,” I cocked my head to my shoulder and smiled, “And only for you,”

“You’re drunk,” he pointed out an obvious fake statement. So, I cackled and shook my head.

“I had one drink,” I scoffed and waved off my in the air, “Most definitely not enough to get me drunk,” I flattened his tie out before gripping it tightly, “Like I said, I wouldn’t want to disappoint you,” I smiled before dropping my hand from his tie, “So, why would I show up to your class… Hungover…? I know you’d care… And I know it’d disappoint you. That’s the last thing I want to do to you,”

Spencer’s adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed roughly. He quickly looked between me and the room, then back at me, then around the room. I faked a yawn before looking away from him.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom, okay, Professor?” I smoothed out his jacket before turning and leaving him alone in the kitchen. I smiled as I skipped away from him, my skirt swishing with my movement. I secretly hoped he’d follow me. But, a quick glance over my shoulder told me he was still in the kitchen.

However, when I finished my business and left the bathroom, Spencer was leaning against the wall right beside the door. I looked up at him and smiled.

“Follow me,” he muttered, grasping my wrist and pulling me down the various halls and past multiple groups of people. I giggled the harder his grasp grew on me and the faster he moved. I’m happy people were too busy with themselves to notice a 30-something-year-old man was dragging a 20-something-year-old girl down the hall, to which I can assume was one of the only open bedrooms. Fuck… I hope it's a bedroom.

He was a man on a mission. Not letting anyone get in his way. The smile that grew on my lips was pure excitement. I couldn’t help it. I’m sure we’re both getting what we wanted… I hope.

I let out an excited yelp when he shoved me into, exactly what I thought, an empty bedroom. I’m surprised he knew that there’d be an empty room. Most of them are occupied, with couples (or more) doing exactly what I hope we’re about to do. Which was fuck each other.

Spencer slammed the door shut, and quickly locked it before pushing me against it. I looked up at him and giggled like a fucking kid in a candy store. Again, I couldn’t help it.

Spencer was quiet, which led me to be quiet. The air in between us quickly grew hot and tense and thick. I really wanted this to move faster, but I wanted him to be the one in charge. I was willing to let this be slow and let him be in charge. So, when he grabbed both my wrists and held them above my head, I smiled so hard my cheeks began to hurt.

“Tell me what you want,” Spencer’s voice was low and deep as he moved close to me. There was little to no space between us. Which left little to the imagination, for me anyway.

I looked up at him, with the biggest doe eyes I could muster, silently telling him that I wanted the most, in the entire world, was to be on my knees, with his hand tangled in my hair, and his cock down my throat, or to be fucked so hard that I won’t be able to sit properly for several days. But, I couldn’t be that blunt. You gotta play up to that moment before you get it. I’m sure in the end though, I’ll get both things.

I swallowed roughly, trying to think of what to say, because, like I said, I can’t just be blunt yet. So, when I opened my mouth and words just came out, I was pleasantly surprised with what was said. “You’re old enough to be my father, Professor,” I smiled at him as he pinned me against the door. He pressed his hips against mine to keep me against the surface. I could feel a large bulge against my inner thigh, causing me to shiver. “Does that mean I get to call you daddy,” I whispered as I looked up at him through my eyelashes. He is the one who said I could call him whatever I wanted… And he did just ask me what I wanted, and I guess I wanted to call him ‘Daddy’. There was no guessing about him.

Okay, he wasn't exactly old enough to be my father. But he was a lot older than me. Most 20-something-year-olds aren't sleeping with men 15 years older than them… and most 20-something-year-olds aren't sleeping with their professor… I just wanted an excuse to call him 'Daddy'. And he knew that too. So, if we gave each other an excuse for that to happen, then that was all I needed.

I dropped my head to my shoulder to allow him to attack the space on my neck. He dragged his nose across my jawbone before stilling. His lips were just over my neck. As his breathing got heavier, it tickled across my skin.

“That does have a nice ring to it,” Spencer hummed as he dropped my hands and stepped away from me. I swallowed roughly as I stared at him. I missed having his body pressed against mine, and he knew that.

I looked at him as I brought my hands to his belt. "I thought you said this wasn't appropriate, Daddy," I whispered as I quickly undid the belt buckle, without looking. I almost couldn’t move fast enough to unbutton and zip his pants. If he wanted me to stop, he would have stopped me by now. “Can I?” I looked up at him, a plea in my eyes.

"You've changed my mind," he muttered, watching me with such close intent, “God, please keep going,” he spoke like if I did stop now he’d probably die. I looked up at him as I slipped my hand into the waistband of his boxers. He hissed as my fingers brushed against his cock. A small smile grew on my lips.

“Didn’t take much convincing,” I smiled as my fingers wrapped around him. A small groan fell from his lips as I looked up at him. When I pulled my hand away from him not even a moment later, he looked down at me with an alarmed expression on his face. I quickly spat on my palm before sticking my hand down his pants. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted this?” I whispered as I slowly stroked up and down his length. I couldn’t believe it was actually happening.

“I’ve wanted this since you stepped foot in my classroom,” his voice was low and gravely as he spoke. My breathing picked up a little bit as I looked up at him.

Okay… Maybe he did know how long I’ve wanted this. Because I also wanted this the second I stepped into his lecture hall. I wanted his cock in my hands and his hand around my throat. It only took-what, five months for this? I’ll make it worth the wait.

“Does that feel good,” I whispered, carefully picking up speed and adding the slightest bit of pressure in my grip. Spencer’s eyes fluttered shut as he swallowed roughly and nodded. I smiled before pulling my hand away from him, again. I slowly lowered to my knees and kept my eyes on his face.

Spencer looked down at him as he gently pushed his fingers through my hair. His fingers gripping hard on my roots before pulling hard. I smiled before very slowly pulling down his slacks and boxers in one go. I was only a little bit intimidated by his size, but the excitement I felt went straight to my core.

I took a deep breath and swallowed roughly before looking up at him. My mouth fell open, and my tongue stuck out, silently telling him that it was okay. Although I don’t really know why I was telling him that it was okay, we both knew what we wanted, and it was only going to take me doing one thing.

I made eye contact with him as I ran my tongue on the side of his cock. Our eye contact didn’t last long, mostly because he let out a moan and dropped his head back. I smiled as I licked across his tip. A sweet and salty taste was on my tongue.

My jaw fell slack as I carefully took his length into my mouth. I closed my lips around him before slowly bobbing my head, with my tongue swirling around the underside of his cock. I wrapped a hand around what wouldn’t fit into my mouth. And wrapped my free arm around his leg for support.

The sounds of his moans and grunts filled the mostly quiet room. Music, although muffled through the walls and door, could still be heard from outside of our own world behind the door and four walls.

“You were right,” he struggled to speak through groans, “You aren’t as innocent as I thought,” Spencer's hand had a rough hold in my hair as he held me against him. His cock was penetrating my throat, and breathing was beginning to get difficult. My eyes grew wet and tears grew in the corners of my eyes.

“You’re such a good girl,” he looked down at me as the tears started to roll down my cheeks. I wouldn’t be surprised if my makeup started smudging and I looked like an adolescent raccoon. “You look so pretty with my cock down your throat,” he struggled to let out a coo, before moving his hips closer to my face.

Everything about this moment, his hand in my hair, the sounds he was making, the way he smelled, being here… Was intoxicating. I’d give anything to be in this moment again. And I’d give anything to get this moment sooner.

My knees would hate me in the morning, I just know it. I could already sense the dreaded carpet burn before he even started. But, in all honesty, it’d be worth it. Walking into class tomorrow morning, with bruises and day-old wounds on my knees, just to see his expression.

As I began to pick up pace, the sounds Spencer was making started to become more urgent, easily telling me he was close. But, before he could finish, I pulled away from him, crashing into the wall to get away from his grasp. He looked down at me with a mild frustration on his face. I smiled before wiping my chin clean of spit.

“I guess chivalry is dead. Whatever happened to ladies first?” I asked, my voice a rasp from how raw my throat was. I looked up at him, feeling a certain level of sass grow in my smile. Spencer quickly tucked himself back into his pants before grabbing my hand.

“Come on, on your feet,” he muttered as he pulled me back up to a standing position. I nearly toppled over into him if he didn’t hold me upright. I looked up at him and smiled.

“Bed… Now?” I whispered, my tone showing how urgent I was. It’s not that I wanted this over with, it's that I wanted everything to happen to me all at once, and I wanted it to last for a long time.

Spencer nodded before cupping my face in his hands. He was harsh when he pressed his lips to mine, like his life depended on it, if he did kiss me now the world would end. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he started guiding me towards the bed. And when the edge of the bed hit the back of my legs, he pushed me back onto it. I quickly moved so my head was resting on the pillows. Spencer was quick to take his cardigan off and be over me.

“You’re not going to fail me, are you,” I joked as he quickly started leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses on my neck. He lifted his head and looked down at me with confusion on his face. “If I’m a bad fuck,”

“If you ask that again, or bring up class while we’re doing this… Then yes,” he muttered as he looked at me. I laughed as I pushed my fingers through his hair.

“Oh, shut up,” I laughed as I pulled him down to kiss him, again. One of his hands landed on top of my breast, carefully kneading it, causing me to moan into his mouth.

His hand slowly drifted away from my chest. I pressed my head into the pillow and looked up at him with a smirk. He carefully dragged his fingers up from my chest to the base of my neck, causing me to let out a shaky gasp. I wanted fingers and a hand around my neck, carefully cutting off my airway just right. Suddenly, I never wanted something so badly in my life. Something dark flashed in his eyes as he looked down at me like he knew what I was about to say.

“Do it… I fucking dare you,” I muttered, placing both my hands around his wrist. My nose twitched as I stared at him. “I said fucking do it,” I spat, pushing his hand down more onto my neck. My words slowly got cut off as the pressure in his hand and fingers tightened around my neck. A moan struggled to escape me, but did eventually fall from my lips. He seemed pretty happy with that.

“Is that good,” his voice was a growl. I looked at him and moaned.

“Harder,” I begged, my voice growing raspier the more I spoke. He smirked before allowing his grip to tighten. His other hand was still sitting on top of my hips, and I could tell where he wanted to put it. I’d be a dirty, rotten liar if I didn’t want his hand up my skirt. In fact, I’d love it if he did more than just his hand.

Spencer swallowed roughly before finally sneaking a hand up my skirt and resting it on my underwear. My grip around his wrist got tighter as he pushed past my underwear and past my folds. My eyes fluttered closed as another moan was strangled in my throat.

“You’re so wet,” he purred as he slowly moved a finger around my clit. I looked up at him, as I struggled to swallow roughly. A dark smirk grew on his lips as he watched me struggle for a moment. “Does that feel good,” he asked, mildly mocking me from earlier. His movements picked up speed just a little bit, and my body reacted, well tried to react.

“Oh, you’re such a good girl,” he looked down at me. His pupils were so blown I could nearly see my reflection in them. “Another thing you were right about,” he whispered as he slipped a finger into my entrance, and curled it just right. My vision slowly blurred before my eyes rolled into the back of my head. Another moan struggled to escape my throat as Spencer added a second finger.

My body was on autopilot as I lifted my hand and hit his wrist a few times, telling him that I desperately needed to breathe. When I reopened my eyes, I looked up at him a moment before he removed his hand from my neck. Worry and concern flashed in his eyes as I breathed. Air burned like fire in my lungs as I took a deep breath. As I exhaled a loud moan followed behind, easily telling Spencer and I that I had reached my first orgasm of the night. I just hope there will be more...

“You did such a good job, Princess,” Spencer whispered as he looked down at me. With his free hand, he brushed the tears away from my cheeks. He carefully withdrew his hand from between my legs and held them up to his face. He looked at them for a moment before placing them in his mouth, sucking and licking them clean. I took a shaky breath and nodded.

He very sloppily pressed his lips to mine, then on the corner of my lips, and down my jaw, and neck. With one quick movement, a loud rip filled the room, as he tore my shirt off my body. I looked up at him with shock in my eyes. To be fair, that shirt was flimsy, to begin with. I was more worried about leaving my chest so exposed as we left the party.

“Oh, I’ll give you my sweater,” Spencer muttered before attacking my neck and then down to my collarbones, and over my breasts. I gasped as he wrapped his lips around a nipple.

“Mmm, Daddy,” I whimpered as I shifted under him. I brought my hands back up to his hair, tangling my fingers in the hairs on his neck. When he sensed that I was growing restless (even though he just started), he quickly left wet kisses down the rest of my body

“I like the way that sounds coming from your mouth,” he whispered once he was in between my legs. I looked down at him just as he looked up at me. “Good on your end for wearing such a short skirt,” he smiled before pressing his lips to my inner thigh. A shaky breath tumbled from my lips as I looked at him. “Makes for easier access,” he added before going higher up on my leg.

“You’re not going fast enough,” I whined as he just kept kissing, or licking, or rubbing my inner thighs. It was honestly getting annoying. I kind of felt bad for him. Considering I’ve already cum once, and I got him close but didn’t let him finish.

“I’m not going fast enough?” Spencer looked up at me. I shot him a scowl as I shifted slightly on the bed. Spencer looked back down the apex of my legs before looping two fingers around the band of my underwear. As soon as I lifted my hips, he pulled my underwear off my body and chucked them to the ground beside the bed. “How’s this for fast enough,” he muttered, mostly to himself, before licking between my folds. A breath of air got caught in my lungs as my hands found their way to his hair, my fingers getting knotted up in his roots.

“Mhm, Spencer,” I gasped, rolling my hips up at him. He hummed, sending vibrations straight to my core. My legs wrapped around him, my heels digging into his back as my own back arched.

“Ohh, Daddy, please don’t stop,” I cried, pressing my head into the pillow beneath my head. My fingers pulled hard on his hair, pulling him closer to me. He hummed again as he pushed two fingers back into my entrance. My grip in his hair tightened, and I could feel my grip wanting to loosen.

My breathing picked up as a familiar feeling grew in my stomach. And all I could say was his name, and the suddenly loved nickname I had for him. He seemed to appreciate my reaction too, because he worked faster. Messy and wet sounds, mixed with my breathy moans and calls of his name filled the room, and my end was near.

“Fuck,” I shouted as I finally came undone. I could sense if I didn’t pull him away, he’d keep going, and going till I couldn’t take it anymore. And, honestly, that sounds great, but I think that’s for next time. I wanted him in me now. “Spencer, Spencer,” I cried as I tried to pull his head away, but failed so hard.

“Nuh huh,” he hummed, looking up at me. I took a deep breath and pressed my head into the pillow beneath me and threw an arm over my face. “Please, Spencer,” I cried as I bucked my hips at him, “Fuck me, please, fuck me, Daddy,” I moaned. He was going faster than before and was clearly trying to work me to the end faster too. It was hard to breathe, and speak because my words would just get stuck in my throat.

Although, when I did cum, again, for the third time tonight, Spencer did move away from my legs. He knelt between them, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. My body was shaking lightly as I tried to come down from my high.

“Please,” I whispered, lifting a hand up, trying to reach for his tie. He looked down at me with a smile and raised an eyebrow.

“Please what?”

“Please, Daddy,” I furrowed my eyebrows as I spoke. I could feel my voice becoming a little whiney. Spencer moved so he was hovering over me, his fingers gently brushing hair away from my face.

“Tell me what you want, Princess,” he whispered cupping my face in his hand. I looked up at his face, admiring his lips, and eyes, and nose, and the way his lips had a sheen from when he licked them clean and whatever was leftover from when he was eating me out.

“Please fuck me, Daddy,” I begged, begged. Spencer smiled before pressing his lips to mine for a moment. He sat up away from me to remove his sweater and shirt. My head was spinning from excitement, I didn’t even notice that he was totally undressed.

Spencer was back between my legs, looking down at me like I truly belonged right here. Or, like I was his to fuck with. Either way it was a good feeling.

“Ready?” He asked, his voice so low that I could hardly hear it over the bass of the loud music. I rapidly nodded my head, worried my answer was the wrong one. But it wasn’t. I desperately wanted this. Needed. I needed this.

Spencer hovered over me before putting an opened mouth kiss on my lips. I could hardly breathe as he rubbed the tip of his cock against my clit and entrance. I could feel a moan getting caught in the middle of my throat, my body not being about to handle anymore teasing. Until, he very slowly pushed into me.

“Oh, good girl,” he repeated. Those two words, constantly coming off his tongue. Making me feel good. The praise that I hadn’t heard in such a long time, that I longed for. Part of me wondered if he knew I wanted it. “Has someone not been taking care of you?” he asked, looking down at me. I stared at him, not trusting my own voice. My mind was too distracted with the way I felt, light and airy but at the same time full. So I shook my head.

“No, Daddy,” I whimpered and kept shaking my head. Spencer smiled before pressing his lips to mine.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you now. I’ll take care of you,” he mumbled before moving his hips. It took him a moment to get a perfect rhythm. He lips attached to different spots on my neck, leaving hickies in his wake.

“Spencer,” I whispered as I moved my head closer to my shoulder to let him have more space.

“You feel so good,” he grunted as he moved his hips so he was deeper in me, “You feel so good, and you’re all mine,” he pressed his forehead to mine as he wrapped his arms around my lower back, pulling me closer up to him. My breathing got deep, my chest heaving with each breath I took. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down, closer to my face.

“Oh, be quiet,” I whispered before putting my lips on his. He smiled before passing his tongue between my lips. A moan fell from my lips, which he seemed to enjoy… Considering it was probably just music to his ears.

“I’ll only be quiet if you keep making those little noises,” he muttered against my lips. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He smiled again as I knotted my fingers in the hair on the back of his head.

“Faster,” I breathed out, keeping my eyes on him. Spencer laughed lightly as he picked up the speed. My hips bucked with his, meeting at the right points. “Please,” I whimpered as I threw my head back more into the pillow. He pulled his arm away from my back and brought his hand between our legs, where we met.

“It’s okay, Little Girl,” Spencer whispered before pressing his lips to the side of my face. I let out a shaky breah and arched my body into his. I couldn’t believe how good I felt. I almost wasn’t sure if it was fair that my professor was better in bed than other men my age. He was more experienced, to be fair. “You can finish, it’s okay,” he kept his voice low. It almost sounded like he was giving me permission.

I nodded my head, breathing heavily through my nose. “Mmm, Spencer,” I moaned, loudy, as my walls fluttered around him and my release came. And a few moments later, Spencer thrusted deep into me with a grunt, filling me with his essence. His body collapsed on top of me whence he finished.

“Fuck,” I muttered, my fingers still tangled in his hair. My limbs were sore and shaking slightly from the rough movements. Spencer laughed lightly, agreeing with my statement. “We can’t sleep here,” I whispered, keeping my eyes on the ceiling above us. I wished we could just sleep here, mostly because I was exhausted after everything we did.

“I know,” Spencer replied as he slowly moved off and away from me. I looked up at him with wide eyes. “You’re messy now,” he muttered as he basically tumbled off the bed. I quickly sat up, just to make sure he was okay. Although I was happy he was okay, I quickly regretted moving as fast as I did.

“Your sweater,” I mumbled, reaching out towards where his sweater was lying. He looked down at it before picking it up to hand to me. He also grabbed a fistful of tissues and moved to between my legs, again. “Just give me your boxers,” I looked at him as he wiped the insides of my thighs clean. He looked back up at me, still cleaning my legs.

“I’ll give you a ride home,” he spoke as he tossed the dirty tissues to the trash. He grabbed his slacks and boxers, tossing me his boxers. I slipped them on under my skirt, and then slipped his sweater on.

“I’d hope so,” I whispered as I stood up. My body wobbled for a second, nearly falling over, before I caught my balance. Spencer looked back at me, looking at how fucked I looked. I mean, I probably looked about the same as him.

“I’d given you a ride home either way,” he said as he redressed. I looked at him with confusion on my face. Either way? So even if we hadn’t had sex, he would have given me a ride. I asked him and he said yes. So I would hope he’d given me a ride, even if we didn’t fuck.

Once we were both ready to leave this stupid party, that I didn’t even enjoy (well, I did, I was just in a different world), or was even invited to, we walked out. It was as easy as pie. And, since no one really knew either of us were here, I won’t be known as the girl who fucked the professor.

The drive home was quiet. Like, even quieter than the drive here. He didn’t even have the music playing. I wondered if it was my fault, if he was regretting what we had done. If I had known he’d be so regretful, I wouldn’t have wanted to fuck him. But, I guess its too late now.

When I looked out the window, I realized we were parked outside my apartment building. I looked down at my attire and looked back at Spencer.

“Thanks… Thanks for the ride… And thanks for the sweater. I’ll be sure to give it back to you… Eventually,” I looked up at Spencer as I pulled the door open to leave.

“See you Thursday,” he nodded at me. I looked at him before slamming the door shut. I scoffed before turning to walk up to my home. I couldn’t want to sleep.

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Two weeks. Two weeks since Spencer and I fucked. Okay, not too bad. I don’t regret it, and I’m not afraid to say that. However, I think he might be regretting it. Considering he’d been nothing but ignoring me since the night of the par-Well, I wouldn’t say ignoring me since then. He did fuck me in his office the following Thursday. But, it’s still been two weeks since he last said anything to me. Fuck, I’ve never been so mad.

“Good morning, Professor Reid,” I looked at him as I skipped into his lecture hall. I heard his words begin to greet me back, but fail when he saw what I was wearing. “Best get to my seat. Excited for today’s lesson,” I readjusted the cardigan that hung off my shoulders before turning to go to my seat.

I could feel his eyes burning into the back of my skull as I walked away from him. Or, was he staring at my ass. Most likely my ass. It was my ass he was staring at. I was wearing a fairly short skirt, so that’s on me. But, I’d do anything to get his attention today. And it would appear I have gotten it.

His lesson wasn’t actually anything important. It was just revision for the test coming up soon. But, it was obvious he had other things on his mind, and I was very clearly one of them. It was honestly a little distracting if I’m going to be honest.

So, I was happy when he called the end of class 5 minutes early. Although that excitement was gone the second he called my name to the front to talk. I looked at the ground as I stood by his desk, waiting for the very last person to leave so Spencer and I could have our moment alone.

“What are you doing wearing that?” Spencer asked as soon as it was just us. I tried to ignore the fact that he was trying to take the sweater off me, and made my shoulders drop.

“What? This old thing?” I asked, pulling the cardigan that he let me wear around my body. I looked back at him and smiled. He was not smiling. “You gave it to me,” I scoffed, letting him take it off me without a fight. I watched as he folded it over the back of the chair before turning to face me.

“I gave it to you so your,” his words began to get jumbled up as he gestured to my boobs, “So you weren’t exposed in front of any-”

“So no one would see what belonged to you?” I asked, folding my arms over my chest. Spencer looked down at me, a flabbergasted look on his face. I smiled and cocked my head to my shoulder.

“I… I never said that,” Spencer shook his head.

“Yeah, but you thought it,” I scoffed and rolled my eyes. Spencer looked down at me. I could tell that he was trying to be the one in charge, kinda like how he was the other night. But it was so, so clear that he couldn’t be in charge. That he wouldn’t be in charge now. That this was just embarrassing to him. Maybe that’s just how our dynamic would work. Out in public, I was the loud one, the one who made everyone think that I was in charge in the bedroom. And, Spencer, in public, was the quiet, shy, nervous one, who was clearly submissive in bed. But in actuality, he was telling me what to do, when and when I can’t cum.

“Why were you wearing that?” he asked again, his voice pulling me from my very dirty thoughts. I looked up at him and smiled.

“Because you were ignoring me! I needed to get your attention somehow! And then I remembered I still had that,” I smiled at him. I wished I still had his sweater on, because it was actually quite cozy and warm. The look he gave me made me drop my shoulders, suddenly feeling ashamed about the current situation. So, I stared at him, feeling annoyed. More annoyed than I have over the last two weeks. “Do you regret it?” I finally asked, not really knowing if he’d be mad with my question.

“Pardon me?” He asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked at me. I shook my head and looked down at the ground. “It’s not that I regret it-”

“So you do,” I looked back up at him and dropped my shoulders again. Before Spencer got the chance to say anything, I cut him off, “Oh please, you loved shoving your tongue, and cock, down my throat,” I scoffed before looking at him. The expression on his face flinched slightly as he looked back at me from behind the desk. “I get to… I get to be your good, little girl, your princess for, what, a week? A day? 12 hours? Whenever the fuck you want... And I’m supposed to go back to normal life the next day? And… And pretend that nothing happened!” I stared at him and shook my head. Spencer looked over at the door and back at me. “Thinking it’ll never happen again!” I shouted. I didn’t mean to shout, honest. But I was starting to get angry. He made me feel something like I belonged to someone. And now I don’t feel like that.

“Will you stop talking for a second,” he muttered before stepping away from me and his desk. He walked over to the door and shut it. I crossed my arms over my chest and watched as he walked back over to me. “I never said you had to pretend as if nothing happened. And I never said that I regret it,” he spoke in a harsh whisper. I looked at him with mild irritation on my face.

“It sure fucking felt like it,” I spat at him.

“You’re all I think about… Christ, I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you that. I never said you had to forget everything… Because I’ve been having a hard time forgetting it myself.” He looked up at me. I almost refused to look at him, but his voice was so soft that I had to look at him. “I never expected you to forget,” he added.

“Then why are you acting like it didn’t happen,” I stared at him before swallowing roughly, “You made me feel like I was wanted, that I belonged somewhere, with someone,” I spoke as I stepped closer to him. It was only a little bit closer to him, not as much as I wanted. But he stepped closer to me, making it so we were the closest we had been all day, in one large step. "You remind me of home," I added in a whisper. Spencer smiled and cocked his head to his shoulder.

“You do belong somewhere,” he whispered, resting his hands on my shoulders. I looked up at him, feeling my heart pick up speed, and butterflies appear in my tummy. “And that somewhere is with me,” he brought at hand to my cheek, allowing his thumb to rest on my lower lip. I looked up at him before he pressed his lips to mine.

I was honestly expecting him to say something else. I don’t know what. But I liked what he said, it made me feel really good. Like, I belonged with him, and nothing could change that.

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panic room part one

maggie hotchner x spencer reid

word count: 11917

a/n: this is the long awaited third installment of written in the stars. this chapter has been in process for almost a month between writing and editing. i wrote this chapter on google docs instead of my normal notes on my phone, the chapter made its way to being 58 pages and a total of 11917 words pre a/n. i am very proud of this chapter. i wanted to be able to thank some people that made this possible. my lovely beta @bacchicly and my best friend @spencerreidsworld, my sophie. i am posting this chapter in two parts so tumblr does not decided to cut part of it off before the ending. i will repost the triggers and summary for the next part.

summary: takes place right after 'his princess'. maggie begins to have nightmares again and starts to fall down a self-destructive path. spencer watches maggie change before his eyes. one visit causes spencer to finally reach out to aaron hotchner, maggie's father, to reveal foyet's threats and how it was affecting maggie’s mental state causing him to worry.

trigger warnings: nightmares involving death, weapons, drinking alcohol, hallucinations, swearing, threats, arguing, self-harm, possible overdose/suicide attempt, blood, trip to the er.

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"i have been watching you, little maggie hotchner." foyet smirked at the brunette female in front of him. "you thought i was done with you. i am far from done with you - your mother was just the beginning"

maggie looks at him with murder in her eyes.

she wants to end this.

"i will kill you foyet"

she takes a step toward him but stops cold when she sees spencer tied to a chair behind foyet

"i don't think that would be a good idea."

foyet leers, pointing a gun at the unconscious spencer.

"you come closer and he gets it."

"he has nothing to do with this foyet." maggie squeaks "please let him go"

foyet shakes his head - clicking his tongue softly "he has everything to do with this. he made you forget about me. he made you feel again"

in gross parody of foyet’s gesture - maggie feels herself shaking her own head as tears form

"i have never forgotten about you and what you did to me. i see it every day"

"that is not good enough."

foyet pulls the trigger.

the bullet flies straight into spencer's heart.

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maggie woke up with a scream - exploded from spencer's warm embrace - she was crying and gasping for air - confused by the fact that they had fallen asleep on the couch in the living room

spencer shot awake at her anguish. he swiftly engulfed maggie into a hug and tried to calm her down. he had not seen her like this in months.

maggie had looked at him not seeing him. she instinctively pushed him away breaking down further.

“don’t touch me!”

spencer let go for a moment in shock at the harshness in her voice.

...but once he thought she'd let him touch her again he asked her a silent question - cautiously placed a hand on her upper arm. when she didn't flinch away - spencer ever so tenderly wrapped his arms around her.

"m&m shush. it is okay i promise" he whispered over and over until she calmed down

maggie slowly caught her breath.

she looked at spencer still shaking

"he took you from me"

she whispered sounding frightened and quite small

spencer shook his head

"i am still here, princess. i promise, he did not get me"

spencer's voice was low and raspy - filled with a wish he could do more.

"no no you don't understand. foyet is back. the nightmares are back"

spencer put his hand on her cheek and rubbed his thumb across it

"i will do everything i can to protect you from foyet"

maggie shook her head rapidly, much like how she shook her head at foyet

"you cannot protect me if you get caught by foyet. he is going to kill you"

her voice squeaked in an eerie echo to the one she used in her dream.

"i will be at your side so foyet won't get you, m&m. will never get you."

maggie looked at him - biting her lip - scared out of mind

"i can't lose you, spencer"

"i can't lose you either, maggie"

spencer kissed her forehead

maggie finally melted into his arms and just stayed there.

"you ok, maggie? can you back to sleep now?"

"of course."

"should we go to bed?"

"no. don't wanna move."

spencer kissed her forehead again - convinced - relieved - he pulled the sheet over them not worrying about the blanket on the warm night when they had each other.

maggie listened to his heartbeat and breathing. the sound was enough to soothe her into a numb but not quite numb enough state. she normally would have relished the sweet sound but she was so out of it and the nightmare wouldn't fade from her mind - in fact it seemed to get more vivid not less.

soon enough she was relieved to hear spencer had fallen into a deep steady trusting slumber. . .

finally.

maggie carefully wiggled out of his arms - made sure he was settled comfortably - then covered him up with the discarded blanket which had fallen to the ground during her struggles - she didn't want him to be cold without her.

it seemed to her that the only reason this man - this man who looked for all the world like a fallen angel - had fallen asleep was because he was exhausted from all the worry and the walking they did that day. otherwise surely his profiler brain would have seen through her fib and been wide awake to make sure she was okay.

suddenly she is furious. he was beyond used to the sleepless nights he had when he was out on cases or when maggie had her nightmares when she first came to live with him. something in him made him fall asleep, probably that despite saying he loved her…

he didn't…

couldn't...

but in truth, it was nothing so sinister, it was just that he did not sense a change in maggie, not yet anyways.

maggie padded blindly over to the alcohol cabinet in the kitchen. taking a deep breath she guiltily pulled open the door and took out the honey jack. she tossed a glance over her shoulder to confirm nothing has awoken the agent she was just been sharing the couch with - convinced - relieved that he wasn't awake to judge - she unscrewed the cap and took a swig from the brand new bottle.

she smiled softly as the alcohol burned her throat - enjoying the feeling. she took the bottle with her to the living room. she sat in the armchair that was next to the couch and took another long gulp of the honey jack savoring the smooth sting - anticipating the escape it promised.

through the course of the night, maggie finished off at least a fourth of the bottle. maggie was never really one to drink but she needed something to numb the pain of her nightmare.

once numb enough to no longer see foyet's leer every time her eyes closed - she hid the bottle in the bathroom behind her pads - furiously brushed her teeth - washed her face - so spencer would not know what she had gotten into.

back in the livingroom maggie watched over spencer - silently tracing the shadowed dear lines of his face with her eyes before slumping back to her armchair and finally letting herself be sucked into the insensibility.

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in the morning spencer woke up first.

he looked at maggie who was curled up and still asleep in the armchair. her sleeves were pushed up and the bandages spencer had put on her were gone. maggie must have scratched them off in her sleep. spencer noticed with relief that the wounds were pretty much healed - but the bandages were there for a precautionary measure to keep her from scratching. he got up before going to grab the wrap he always used to rebandage maggie's arms. as she continued to sleep he carefully wraps her arms, sending silent pleas into the universe that things would get better not harder. once he was done he rolled her sleeves back down and kissed her forehead.

"princess it is time to wake up" he whispered

maggie grunted rubbing her eyes then she stretched, waking up "what time is it?" she mumbled

"It is 10 am on saturday, princess. it is pancake day!"

that woke maggie up instantly and she grinned - surprisingly not feeling even a tiny bit hungover

"let's get pancake day started!"

"and you know there was a study done at the prestigious vermont institute of flapjack science in 1973 that proved that beautiful women were 93.6% more likely to have a good day if breakfast included pancakes and Vermont maple syrup. so up and at'em, missy."

"you are a goof, dr. reid."

"that is correct. but I believe, ms. hotchner, that it would be more accurate to say that I am YOUR goof."

spencer offered her his hand which she took with a smile. he pulled her up and into his arms. they stood in the middle of the apartment arms wrapped around each other - spencer leaning in for a kiss - but that was when the hallucinations started for maggie.

over spencer's shoulder, maggie saw foyet standing there smirking at her.

the brunette squeaked and rubbed her eyes, after that foyet was gone.

"you okay princess?" Spencer asked, hearing the squeak.

maggie nodded "i just thought i saw something is all"

spencer quirked an eyebrow but didn't push her - before leading her off into the kitchen so they could make their pancakes.

pancake day was something they started one saturday after they came home from a case that had been an extra difficult one. maggie had suggested making pancakes to cheer themselves up. it did help and now it's something they did every saturday - even if they were on a case - they would do their best to make time to order the fanciest pancakes at whatever breakfast place they could find.

spencer grabbed the dry ingredients and maggie grabbed the wet ones. but just as they had everything laid out on the counter ready to go - another vision of foyet hit - this time looming in the corner holding the gun

shaken, maggie excused herself to go to the bathroom.

once in the bathroom, maggie quickly pulled out the hidden honey jack - frantically scrabbling at the cap until it opened and she could take a few huge swallows.

maggie looked into the mirror to check that there was nothing to give her away to eagle eyed spencer - but gasped when she saw foyet holding a knife behind her.

she whipped around only to find that no one was there.

she tipped the bottle again - the alcohol burned like it had last night - seemingly chasing away the horrors

she looked in the mirror again and sees nothing but her own haunted reflection

resolutely she sealed the bottle and returned it to it's hiding place - then for good measure she brushed her teeth quickly. perfect that was all she needed - she was good to go now.

she flushed the empty toilet then rubbed her eyes desperately one last time before heading out to the kitchen - thankful the spector of foyet did not reappear

maggie plastered a smile on her face - she had to make sure spencer didn't suspect anything beyond the usual was wrong

"ready to make these pancakes?" spencer asked and maggie made herself nod fiercely

the two threw themselves into making the pancakes, leaving a small mess in the little kitchen. they both had flour on their turtlenecks and pants, even their hair, but it was nothing they couldn't clean up.

the pancakes of the week were chocolate chip. once their breakfast was ready, the couple sat in the living room with their plates and spencer turned on saturday cartoons. the two enjoyed their pancakes as they watched superman and lois lane waltz across the small screen.

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by the afternoon it is clear that maggie can't seem to help herself and has excused herself a few times to the bathroom rarely actually used the facilities - although always made sure to flush and run the water as though she was washing her hands - gargling with mouthwash - but really she was just there to drink more.

so far the alcohol seemed to be keeping the hallucinations away.

by midday, the bottle was close to being halfway gone and maggie was feeling happier and more relaxed than she had in what felt like forever - she smiled dreamily at her new boyfriend - spending hours just playing with his long fingers - or humming little songs against his chest

spencer noticed something was off - but he was not sure what it was yet - and well - it was nice to see maggie so happy.

as the day continued maggie and spencer cuddled and enjoyed the saturday to themselves watching movies.

and anytime spencer felt a prickle of unease or worry - he pushed it down deep - after all if something was really wrong he trusted maggie to tell him.

happiness wasn't something that happened in his life easily - he was damned if he was going to squander these moments of being with the woman he loved with what was likely just his trademark neurotic overthinking.

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that evening maggie's phone rang with her father's ringtone. she quickly answered as spencer was asleep with his head on her lap.

"hey dad" maggie prompted quietly as she played with spencer's curls

"hey, mint. i was just calling to see how the fair was"

maggie giggled softly and truth be told a little drunkenly before answering "the fair was an amazing dad. i hate that you missed it this year. it was not the same without you"

"i know. i wish i could have gone. i did wanna see if you and reid wanted to come over for dinner tomorrow evening. i'll make spaghetti" aaron weedled.

"dinner sounds great, dad. i'll let spencer know when he wakes back up. we can be over around 5, if you want?" maggie offered

"5 works for me. i can't wait" aaron said

"me too dad. i miss your cooking" she said

"i'm sorry, i have to go now. talk to you later mint? i love you"

"i love you too, dad. see you tomorrow" she said hanging up.

maggie kissed spencer's forehead, trying to wake him up now

spencer stretched slightly and opened his eyes. "hey princess." he whispered softly

"hey love. my dad invited us over for dinner at 5 tomorrow"

"that sounds amazing." spencer hummed out tracing her profile with a finger

maggie nodded absently playing with his hair again "you know i love you spence, right? i love you so much - no matter what" she whispered.

"i love you too m&m. i love you so much" he said, watching her and still trying to figure out what was off about her

maggie told herself she was acting as normal as possible - not to throw off her profiler boyfriend - oh no never that - but because revealing the hallucinations of foyet would make things too hard.

so maggie kept the smile on her face but it did not reach her eyes.

"are you okay maggie? you seem anxious," spencer asked, sitting up.

maggie nodded watching him but all she saw was him with a bleeding chest and not breathing.

"i am fine spence"

"okay. if something was wrong you would tell me, right?"

"of course, i would. excuse me i have to use the bathroom - you mister have been squishing my bladder!"

"that's doctor bladder squisher, to you! not mister"

"oh my apologies - doctor head-as-heavy-as-an-anvil- because-he-has-so-many-brains reid."

spencer faked a smile as he watched her head to the bathroom and shut the door for what felt like the millionth time today although he knew it was only the 14th. he was starting to really worry about her so he got up and went to the kitchen. he checked the alcohol and was not totally surprised that a bottle was missing. he sighed realizing what must be going on with maggie - but why?

it hurt him to see this side of her, he hated that she was hurting again. foyet had caused her to break all over again after the months of hard work it took for her to be okay. at the sound of the bathroom door opening, spencer crossed back to the couch, determined to figure out what was going on.

maggie stepped out of the bathroom mid deep breath, her face was wet from splashing water on it. the hallucinations had stopped for the time being and as long as she kept them at bay she was gonna be fine.

maggie had stopped taking her prescription for them because it had stopped working. the drinking seemed to be the only thing that was currently working. she wiped her face on her sleeve and walked towards spencer. "hey love, do you want to order takeout tonight?" she asked

spencer nodded with a small smile. "can you order my usual? i am gonna use the bathroom" he asked

maggie nodded before taking out her phone, putting in the number for the place.

spencer walked to the bathroom and shut the door. He opened the mirror cabinet where maggie kept her prescription, noting there were several bottles in there. she had been picking up her refills on the dates she was supposed to still which seemed good - until he checked the bottles - but the one that was dated for the week they had started living together they were still all full. they had been living together for about 6 months at this point. he took a deep breath as this information set in.

maggie had not been on her meds for months - how long had the hallucinations been back? spencer closed the cabinet and stared himself down in the mirror. how was he supposed to help her if she would not let him in?

once spencer walked out of the bathroom he had so many questions but he wanted to wait until maggie was ready to talk. he was not gonna force it out of her. he moved to his beautiful broken girl and gave her a big hug.

maggie's first impulse was to push him away - in her mind's eye he was soaked in blood pouring from a single bullet wound to his chest - but she had to keep up appearances when in reality she did not wanna be touched.

she was still hallucinating that he was dead.

why was this the only one that seemed to stay even with the copious amount of alcohol in her system? but she couldn't ask that question out loud so instead...she leans back and looks up into his face...and...

"what is this lovely big hug for?"

"you just looked like you needed a hug is all,"

maggie nodded softly before breaking out of the hug. "food will be here in about 20 minutes. do you wanna set up another movie while I go change for bed?"

the male nodded and he moved to grab the remote and a book.

once in the bedroom, maggie took off her shirt quickly - it was then she saw the fresh bandages on her arms.

when had that happened? she remembered taking them off. why hadn't she felt them earlier? was it the alcohol?

it hit her that spencer woke up first so he must have redone her bandages. it caused her to sigh softly because she knew how much he wanted to protect her even from herself.

she quickly grabbed a fresh tee-shirt, hoodie, and pair of sweatpants. all of the clothing had belonged to spencer - he'd given them to her when she'd first moved in and had been unable to face collecting her own things. the moment she put them on she felt safer. next she went to their little gun safe and punched in the code and took out her revolver. the metal felt hot in her hands. she put the gun in the holster and placed it on her hip. she draped the hoodie over it before walking back to the living room.

spencer smiled at her before walking past her to change himself.

maggie touched her hip and felt her gun. she sighed before putting it next to the armchair hiding it. she was planning on sleeping out there and she wanted to be able to protect herself. she looked at the tv and saw the movie spencer picked. he put on one of her favorites, back to the future. it made her smile. she was broken out of her trance by spencer's return . he looked deep in thought.

"everything okay my love?" maggie asked

spencer nodded before speaking "yea just thinking about work is all" it was not necessarily a lie as he was thinking about how maggie had been acting while on cases.

"did we get a case or something? i didn't hear my phone."

"no, we did not. i was just thinking how nice it is that we have been able to have a little bit of a break is all"

maggie nodded smiling "it has been kind of nice actually"

with that, the doorbell rang and spencer went to answer it. maggie went into high alert, almost throwing herself at the cushion which hid her gun.

it was just their food from the chinese restaurant.

maggie let out a breath she didn't know she was holding and went to the kitchen. she grabbed a fork for spencer before settling on the couch as spencer joined her.

he smiled at her before handing off her food. she handed him the fork smiling back. spencer took the remote before turning on the movie.

the two ate their food and watched the movie. maggie stayed put for the entire movie, enjoying it though she had watched it a million or so times.

spencer watched her more than the movie - trying to figure out how he could help her. after the movie he cleared his throat causing maggie to look at him

"you ready to head to bed?"

"yes I did not realize how late it was," she said softly - getting up to gather the trash.

spencer got up to help her but she stopped him. she urged him to get the bed set for them. he looked torn but finally nodded and went to do as she bid.

maggie finished cleaning up the living room before joining him in the bedroom. spencer was already laying down on his side with the outsider in hand, one of his beautiful girlfriend’s favorites.

"would you like me to read to you tonight?"

"i would like that very much," she said before getting into the bed. she left a space between them which was unusual but spencer did not mention it

spencer opened his book and began to read.

maggie listened intently. normally it would put her to sleep but she was wide awake thinking about her revolver in the living room.

eventually spencer began to nod off so maggie took the book from his hands. she put the book on her nightstand and reached over him to turn off the light on his.

maggie leaned down and kissed his forehead then left the room. maggie went to the bathroom and grabbed the bottle of honey jack. she looked back at the bedroom before turning to go back to the armchair. she put the bottle on the coffee table before grabbing her hidden gun. she sat down placing her gun on her lap still holstered and grabbed the bottle.

maggie frowned at the amount left in the bottle - she had not realized that it was almost gone. she made a mental note that she had to replace it before spencer noticed. she unscrewed the cap and took a huge swig. she swallowed and put the cap back on.

throughout the night maggie stayed awake drinking and playing with the gun in her lap.

spencer slept through the night.

eventually, maggie fell asleep - the bottle was empty and left on the coffee table - her gun remained in her lap.

maggie's face was tear-stained from the hallucinations causing her to break down over and over throughout the night.

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night shift - spencer reid

synopsis: spencer ends up profiling the reader after spending the night at the office together.

category: fluffyyyy, a little smutty but definitely still pg13

word count: 2.8k+

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My head dropping forward as I sat at my desk woke me up harshly as I realized I had fallen asleep for the third time that night. The bullpen was dark, only a handful of lights still on and the bright lamp at my desk illuminating most of the office. I squeezed the bridge of my nose with my thumb and index finger, blinking hard a few times to try and bring myself back to my surroundings. The clock on my computer screensaver read 5:34 AM, and I sighed loudly. I wondered how long I had been asleep this time. We had been left with a pretty pile of paperwork earlier in the evening, around 9 PM after wrapping up our latest case. Everyone else had long gone home, even Hotchner chalking it up to something that could be dealt with in the morning. My best friend, however, anal-retentive as he was, had somehow persuaded me to stay late to get a head start on everyone else. I perked up suddenly, realizing that he was nowhere to be found.

“Spencer?” I croaked, sitting up taller in my seat and peeking over the divider that separated our desks across from each other. He was nowhere to be found. I cursed silently under my breath. I was going to kill him. I can’t believe he made me stay here all night and then had the audacity to abandon me? “You have got to be kidding-”

My angry beginnings of a rant were cut off by the ding of the elevator out in the lobby, and I whipped around in my seat to see that lanky asshole sauntering towards me, two cups of coffee in his one hand and a paper bag stained with grease in the other, along with a decent chunk of folders tucked underneath his arm. I couldn’t help but smile as I watched him walk towards me, despite thinking he had abandoned me a few seconds earlier.

I had had a crush on Spencer from basically the moment I met him in university, and we had been inseparable from the second he sat beside me in our first criminology class all those years ago. We were both young, incredibly intelligent prodigies in a classroom full of adults, and it was nice to have someone my own age to spend time with during school. Ending up at the BAU together almost 10 years later was simply coincidence, but was one of the best things that could’ve happened to me.

His tie was loosened underneath his green sweater vest, and his hair was messy and falling across his cheeks as he walked towards me, his face sprinkled with red from being out in the winter cold.

“Well, good morning, sleepy head.” He shot me a lopsided grin as he carefully placed the coffee down in front of me, putting his on his desk on the other side.

“Hi,” I mumbled, slightly embarrassed as I reached up to try and fix my hair that was sticking up in a million different directions. He chuckled softly, reaching down with his free hand and tucking my tangled hair behind my ear. “I thought you left.” I added as I picked up the coffee, popping off the plastic lid and breathing in the warm, inviting smell. I could tell he had gotten it just the way I liked it, as he always did, and his small act of care caused my heart to swell as I looked back up at him in the light of my computer.

“C’mon, you really think that low of me?” He responded, tugging on my earlobe gently twice before pulling away to grab the files from under his arm and setting them on my desk. He had always done that to me, ever since we were 17. I couldn’t help but smile as I always did when he did it; it was like a little secret handshake between us, showing me he cared about me in a special way that no one else knew about. I shook my head, sipping the hot drink and closing my eyes. He always managed to make my coffee better than even I could, even when he got it from some coffee chain. It was like he was magic.

“No,” I said, leaning back in my chair, eyes still closed. “I just panicked, I guess.”

He tutted quietly under his breath.

“Silly girl,” He said simply, dropping into his chair across from me. I shook my head slightly as I felt my cheeks flush. “You kept dozing off across from me, so I figured I’d go get a little pick-me-up.”

He gestured to the paper bag then. I picked it up, and the smell of fresh breakfast sandwiches from our favourite bagel place definitely helped perk me up, and my stomach growled as I realized how hungry I was.

“Thanks, Spence.” I smiled over at him and he laughed, looking up momentarily from his paperwork.

“Anything for you,” he said as his pen scratched along whatever piece of paper he was scribbling notes onto.

Every time he said something like that to me it flipped a switch inside of me, causing a sort of bubbling excitement to simmer in my stomach. Although I rarely entertained the idea that Spencer felt nearly as strongly for me as I did for him, sometimes I allowed myself to revel in the thought: imagining what things would be like if he confessed it to me one day, unable to hold in his emotions any longer. What it would be like to kiss him, to go home with him every night, not anymore under the guise of a platonic sleepover but as his girlfriend. The thought made me dizzy and I took a bite of my sandwich absentmindedly as I stared at him across our conjoined desks, paperwork long forgotten as my mind filled with fairytale ideas.

I knew he would make fun of it for me if he knew what I was thinking about, teasing me relentlessly about the lack of logic in my ideas and how I needed to get my head out of the clouds, as he often did when I expressed something that was emotionally motivated. He never did it in a cruel way, of course, as we had both expressed our deepest wishes and desires to each other over the years of being so close. Except for one.

Spencer looked up from his paperwork after a few minutes of my incessant staring, probably feeling my eyes burning into his face as he tried to concentrate. For someone so inept in properly expressing his emotions, he sure was perceptive.

“Can I help you?” He teased. I felt my cheeks burn for the second time that night and yet I still couldn’t bring myself to take my eyes off of him. He raised his eyebrows when I didn’t respond, scanning my face as I saw the profiler gears in his brain churning. That’s when I realized I had to get it together; if Spencer began trying to figure out my behaviour, I’d be exposed in no time.

I let out a small, definitely unconvincing laugh, and cursed myself in my head.

“Sorry,” I replied as calmly as I could. “I’m just so out of it. Exhausted, ya know?”

He nodded slowly in response, still watching me carefully. I could tell he didn’t believe a word out of my mouth. Fuck.

“Y/N, are you okay?” He asked me tentatively, and I knew the jig was up. He wasn’t going to leave it alone until I admitted to something, and for being an FBI agent for a living I was a pretty shitty liar when it came down to it. I nodded, praying to gods I didn’t believe in that he would just drop it.

“What do you mean? I’m fine,” I said after a few beats, deciding I was just going to feign innocence and hope for the best.

“You’ve been acting weird lately,” he commented, his eyes never leaving my face as I looked down at my food, now sitting on a napkin beside the paper work, and I mindlessly picked at the now cold bagel. “The last couple days, for sure, but especially tonight.” He continued. Here we go. Dr. Spencer Reid was in the building. “It seems to only be around me, every time we’re together I notice you have a hard time concentrating.”

I sighed, leaning back in my chair and crossing one leg over the other, settling in for the uninvited lecture.

“Go on.”

Spencer cleared his throat, sitting up and tapping his pen absently on his desk.

“You appear to be showing blatant signs of infatuation, when we’re close to each other, if our hands brush when we’re walking side by side, when I say your name. You have a physical reaction.” I almost wanted to laugh out loud at his analytical tone while basically telling me he could tell I was obsessed with him, to put it lightly. I couldn’t help the small smile that grew on my face as I listened to him, looking down at my fingers as I picked at the skin.

“And you’ve been doing that a lot lately, too,” Spencer said, motioning with his pen towards my fingers, most of which were adorned with torn skin from the constant picking around my nails. “It’s a common nervous tick. It’s only been getting worse as time has gone on. But I find that when you don’t see me looking at you, or you aren’t looking at me, you don’t touch your fingers. It’s only in my presence.”

I nodded slowly, huffing a breath out through my nose and moving my hands to rest uncomfortably on the arms of my chair on either side of me.

“Are you done?” I asked finally, taking another sip of my coffee and looking at him over the top of my cup. He shrugged, tucking his hair behind his ear absently, causing my heart to soar as I watched him.

“See, that!” He exclaimed, pointing at me again and my eyes widened as I put my drink down.

“What?”

“The way you were looking at me just now, why were you looking at me like that?”

He was almost giddy in his expressions, as if he had just cracked a big case. In a way, I guess he technically had. He was still watching me expectantly as I pondered what to do next. I realized there was really no way out of this, and I wasn’t sure if it was the severe lack of sleep causing my inhibitions to drop, but I stood up suddenly and began making my way to where he sat at his desk.

“Y/N?” He asked, fidgeting nervously now as I walked towards him, and I felt a surge of adrenaline as our power dynamic switched suddenly.

He swivelled to face me in his chair, his hands now wringing nervously in his lap as he watched me approach. I leaned down, putting my hands on either side of him on his chair and getting dangerously close to his face. It was exhilarating hovering over him like this. He smelled like laundry detergent and teakwood, and all of my senses tingled as he looked up at me with those eyes, scanning my face desperately as he tried to predict what was to come next.

“What are you doing?” He asked, licking his lips as he looked down at my hands on either side of him and made his best effort not to look at my chest, which was directly level with his eyes.

“Shut up, Spence.” I said softly, leaning down and pressing my lips to his before I could change my mind. It took him a second to get up to speed with what was happening, but before he even kissed back his hands went up to my hips instinctively. Once he did kiss me back, it was heaven. I lifted a hand from the arm of his chair to touch his jaw, pushing my fingers back into his hair. Spencer leaned up to deepen the kiss and I exhaled into his mouth, causing him to tug lightly on my hips which landed me straddling his lap, in the middle of our office.

It was a surreal feeling. Was I really making out with Spencer at 7 in the morning at our work place, sitting on him in his chair? I was worried it was a dream. I tightened my fingers in his hair, trying to make it all feel tangible, and causing a groan to escape from his mouth into mine. The sound of it vibrating on my lips and my tongue and I shivered. Yep, definitely real.

After a few minutes I pulled back from him to catch my breath and he whined quietly. My face flushed once again as I looked down at him. He had untucked my wrinkled dress shirt from my skirt at some point, and both his warm hands were up my back, fingers spread across my bare skin as he held me impossibly close to him. I had my hands tangled in his hair and I removed them carefully, sliding them down his clothed chest as I admired him. He looked absolutely destroyed, and I’m sure I looked equally as crazy. His hair was a mess, sticking up in every direction, much like mine had been earlier. He had remnants of my faded lipstick on his lips and across his face, and I reached up to smudge some of it off with my thumb.

“You look pretty,” I giggled softly. “That is definitely your colour.”

He squeezed my sides lightly as a smile broke out on his face.

“Thanks.” He murmured, his eyes scanning my body as I sat on top of him.

I couldn’t stop smiling as I looked down at him, his head leaning back against his chair.

“What?” He asked sweetly, pulling his hands from underneath my shirt and reaching up to tuck my hair behind my ear. I shook my head, smiling. He raised his eyebrows expectantly, his palm pressed to my cheek as he waited.

“I’m in love with you, Spence.” I whispered, my voice barely audible as I confessed.

“I know.” He whispered back. I scanned his face, my heart beating quicker as I waited in hopes he would say something else. A small smile grew on his face as he moved his hand slightly and tugged gently on my ear twice. One, two. “I’m in love with you too, Y/N.”

I leaned down and kissed him again, cupping each other’s faces as he smiled into the kiss.

Our kiss was interrupted as the bright fluorescent lights flicked on above us and someone cleared their throat at the entrance of the bullpen. Both of our heads snapped in their direction, immediately pulling our hands away from each other in horror.

“About damn time.” Morgan was the first to speak as he stared at us, eyebrows raised and the usual smirk he had adorning his face. Garcia let out a small giggle, shooting me a knowing look as I shook my head at her as imperceptibly as I could. We were lucky the two of them were the first ones in the office, because despite their constant teasing they were pretty understanding, considering their workplace relationship.

“Took you long enough,” Garcia whispered as she poked me as the two of them walked by to go to the break room for coffee.

“Oh, and Reid?” Morgan added. “You got a little…” We both looked at him in confusion before he made a wiping motion at his lips with his thumb before following Garcia down the hall. I looked down at Spencer and both of our faces were bright red, although he hadn’t stopped smiling. He grabbed a napkin off of his desk and began wiping off the remnants of my lipstick. I stood up carefully from his lap and he leaned forward, grabbing onto my hand as I smoothed my shirt down my free one. He cleared his throat, glancing over to be sure no other agents had entered the office before looking up at me again. It was my turn to look at him expectantly.

“So everyone was waiting for this to happen, huh?” He said, his eyes flickering between my mouth and my eyes as I bit my lip, shrugging.

“I’d say so.”

“One more kiss?” He asked quietly and I raised an eyebrow as he tugged at my hand, pulling me to stand between his legs. I laughed softly and bent down, pressing a soft kiss to his waiting mouth as he smiled. “Thank you,” he whispered as I stood back up.

“Now get to work.” I teased, turning to walk to the bathroom to clean myself up as I felt a sharp smack on my ass. I turned around in shock, staring at him with an open mouth. “Reid!”

“Sorry,” he said, shrugging as he swivelled back to his desk. “That ass is mine now.”

I bit my lip to suppress the huge smile threatening to break out on my face and spun on one heel to walk out of the bullpen. This was going to be quite the adventure.

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