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stairain · 1 year

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Come and Save me now.

Spencer is supposed to be your doctor, but making you feel better surely wasn’t out of the job description.

Warnings: Sub Spencer, Doctor Spencer x Patient reader, fingering, praise, public sex.

WC: 3.3K

You patiently sat in the doctor’s office as you waited for Dr.Reid to come tend to you. He was your favorite doctor for many reasons. He knew what he was talking about, knew exactly how to fix things, and more importantly.. He was beautiful. But you couldn’t admit that to him, it’d be a conflict of interest. After a few minutes of thinking to yourself, you hear the door opening.

Spencer walks in, smiling warmly, but you get the sense he's hiding something. He asks you how you're doing, but there's a slight tension about him. He's usually relaxed, but there's something bothering him.

"Good evening, what can I do for you? Is there anything bothering you?" He asks warmly. He's a doctor first and most importantly, and he takes that part of the job very seriously, but he always cared for his patients on a more personal level.

You try not to blush at hearing his voice, and you nod.

“There’s been some weird aches, all over my body. I haven’t been doing any out of the ordinary exercises or anything, so I have no idea why I feel like this.”

His expression softens slightly and he walks over to you, moving his hands up your arm. You're not sure if you're imagining it, but his touch seems tender, caring.

"Can you describe the pain for me? Is it sharp, stabbing, or more like a cramp?" He asks gently, inspecting your skin.

At his touch, you can feel goosebumps raise on your skin. You swallow before answering him.

“I-It feels like when you press down on a bruise..without pressing on it.. B-But there’s no marks anywhere.”

You think you're imagining it, but you think his expression softens just a little more when he sees you getting goosebumps.

"Interesting." He says, thinking for a moment. "Is there any area that’s most prominent?” He asks, taking a pen out of his pocket and writing things down in his notebook.

You take a deep breath before moving your hand down your body. You give experimental presses to different parts of your body.

“Mainly on my hips, and sometimes my thighs..”

He nods and keeps writing.

"Do you find that it gets worse or better throughout the day? Is there anything you can do to make the pain stop or alleviate it?" He asks, looking up from his notebook and giving you a caring look. You get the sense he genuinely wants to help you. He's not in any rush, either, which is very different than most doctors. He doesn't seem to be trying to rush you out the door or anything.

“It usually gets worse at night, when I’m just about to sleep..” You bite your lip. “I-It usually helps when I massage it..”

His expression twists and he looks like he's considering something. He thinks for a moment, and seems to be trying to decide whether or not to ask the question he wants to ask.

"...May I?" He says softly. You know what he's asking. You know it's not entirely professional. But something inside of you says yes. Maybe it's his soft eyes, his warm smile, or the way he's looking at you right now - his gentle expression.. You're not sure. It's just something about him. But it all makes you want to say yes.

“Yes..”

He steps closer, and then slowly puts his hands on your hips, his fingers gliding over your sides gently. You can't help but notice your breath going a little faster - you're not sure what it is, but he seems to make you a little nervous. He's so gentle, it makes your head spin. He leans in and whispers.

"Does that feel good?" He asks softly, his lips so close to your ear. You suddenly understand why so many patients of his want him to be their personal doctor. There's something about him, something magnetic.

You bite back a moan at the feeling of his on your body, and you hesitantly nod.

“Y-Yes.. Feels better, Sir.”

"Call me Doctor, please.." He whispers. The way he says it is almost like he's begging. He's leaning closer and closer, and you find yourself wanting it - wanting him to lean in and kiss you and see what happens. He looks up at you, and then meets your eyes.

"May I keep going?"

Your voice is soft and shaking as you respond.

“Please..”

There’s a beat of silence where the two of you are just staring into each other's eyes with a heavy tension settling between you both. Then, he pulls you into his arms and you don't resist. He wraps his arms around your waist and leans in to kiss you.

He knows it's unprofessional, but it feels so right. You can't help but melt into his embrace and kiss him back. You're not sure what has gotten into him, but this is the greatest thing that's ever happened to you. He pulls away, smiling, chest slightly heaving.

"How do you feel now?" He asks softly, whispering into your ear.

“Think I still need your help, Doctor..” You lick over your lips, trying to taste any trace of him.

Spencer chuckles softly, and you get the sense he knows what you meant. He steps back from you, blushing a little and smiling. His eyes are sparkling. He puts his hands on your hips again and keeps going, but his touch is more passionate, this time around.

"Is this making it better?" He asks softly, his voice a little breathless, making you wonder if maybe he wants this as much as you do, you don't know what to think. Your heart flutters as his fingers make lazy circles on your skin.

You nod and your eyes involuntarily close at the feeling. But suddenly, it’s not enough.. You reach for his wrist, and pull his hand between your thighs, underneath your skirt. You can feel his fingers tremble against your clothed core.

The older man’s eyes widen and his face flushes a little. He's caught off-guard. He looks at your hand grabbing his, his breath getting a little faster and his eyes sparkling. He looks at you and there's this undeniable hunger in his eyes. He swallows nervously before speaking.

"Is...that what you want?"

You open your eyes and they meet his surprised ones.

“More than anything..”

He smiles, a bit of his usual playful, arrogant, and witty side showing through.

"Now who's being unprofessional?" He whispers, and you can't help yourself but laugh. You've never seen this side of him, and it's positively addicting. Spencer chuckles softly and leans down and kisses you again, a bit deeper than the first time. He looks at you with a twinkle in his eye and smiles, and you swear it's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen; it sends butterflies fluttering through you.

"I'm all yours." He whispers desperately against your lips.

You pull him into another bruising kiss at his words, and urge his hand closer to the spot you needed him most. Your thighs were warm around his hand as you moaned into his mouth.

His eyes widen a little, and he’s just watching your movements and your reactions to his touch, trying to figure out where it feels best, what you like.

When you feel his quick fingers urge your panties to the side, and brush the soft pads of his fingers over your soaked cunt, you gasp and look at him.

"Is this it?" He whispers, his voice a bit shaky. He keeps trying to keep himself in check. The look in his eyes has turned from desire to something deeper, you can't pin it down, but it's more than just care - it's obsession, it's addiction, it's hunger.

When your mouth drops in a muted whimper, he knows he’s found exactly where you want him. But still, you manage to nod.

“Right there, Doctor..”

His eyes narrow in an almost primal expression, his pupils dilating as he starts to move his fingers around your folds, smearing your slick all over his digits.

All he wants to do is take care of you, and his eyes are trained on yours. Spencer slowly moves his fingers down to your begging hole, and gently begins to sink his middle finger into your pussy.

"Like this?" He whispers, his fingers pushing in deeper, and curling deliciously right where you needed it.

At the curl of his fingers, you have to slap a hand of yours over your mouth to silence your moans. You frantically nod, and your eyes are desperate as they look into his, urging him to continue.

He smiles a little at you as he moves his fingers harder into you, absolutely coating himself in a thick, hot, arousal, his eyes glowing with desire.

"What else do you want?" He asks you, his eyes going a darker shade.

“D-Deeper..” Is all you can manage out from behind your hand. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull at the feeling of his examining your fleshy walls.

The doctor blushes a little at your request and makes a small noise in his throat, and your eyes meet his. He's watching you, taking it all in, drinking it in. You notice his hands shaking ever so slightly, but that only makes the intensity in his eyes grow, and at that moment, seeing the hunger in them causes you to feel weak. You’ve never been more grateful you’re sitting down until now.

He nods, and moves his fingers deeper, watching for your reaction. His middle finger is buried impossibly deep inside you now, and the palm of his hand is pushing into your sensitive clit, making you squeeze around him.

As a doctor, you expected him to know the human body pretty well, and with the way he’s exploring you right now, just further proves your point.

He makes a sound in his throat at your reaction, his eyes growing brighter. He can't believe how responsive you are, he's never experienced anything like it.

And quite frankly, the doctor in him can't tell if that's a good thing or a bad thing - is it normal to feel this sensitive? He doesn't know, and that makes this all the more...intriguing. His heart is racing, beating out of his chest.

"Does this feel good?" He asks quietly, his eyes shining like stars.

There’s a desperation in his voice, and you can tell he wants nothing more than to make you feel good. You look up at him above you and smile, pulling him into a soft kiss. When you pull away, you breathlessly moan against his lips.

“You’re such a good boy, Doctor..”

His eyes light up at the words, and he pulls you in for another kiss. This one is deeper, more possessive, and he pulls you in tighter. He's not quite sure what to make of what came out of your mouth, but he knows one thing - hearing those words make him tingle inside and he wants to hear them again.

"Tell me again." He whispers against your lips, his breath getting faster and his voice shaking. The finger inside of you isn’t alone for long, as he slips his ring finger right inside you, alongside the previous one.

The sensation makes you shake in pleasure, and clench around him even tighter.

“Making me feel so so good.. Doctor. You’re such a good boy for me.”

Spencer almost seems to glow with the praise, a hungry look on his face. The look in his eyes is still a mix of desire and something else...something deeper, almost obsession. He wanted to make you feel good for the rest of his life, as long as you kept praising him, telling him how good he was for you with you so wet and warm around his fingers.

"What else do you want?" He asks softly, his voice a little shaky as his hand pushes harder and harder into you with every thrust. The stimulation his palm serves you every time he pushes his fingers into you makes you writhe in pure lust, and you can already tell you won’t be lasting much longer, not with the way he’s working you open so beautifully.

“Be a good boy and make me finish..”

You can barely speak right now. Your mind was hazy, trying to focus on the way he fucked you so deeply with those skillful fingers of his, and at the same time, trying to stop yourself from screaming out and letting everyone in the building know exactly what kind of Doctor Spencer was.

At your words, your Doctor blushes hard, his eyes sparkling, and he can't help but smile at you. You didn't know a smile could get that bright, but he's doing it, and it lights up his face like the sun. He lets out a small whimper at your commanding tone.

"Yes ma'am." And then his face returns to that look of hunger that you've come to love. He dives in to crush your lips in an intense, obsession filled kiss. It takes you by surprise at the way his tongue shoves into your mouth and starts licking over your cheeks, the front of your teeth, the back of your teeth, and just about everywhere it can reach. Your pour moan after moan into his wanting mouth, feeling noises of his own creep from his throat.

It takes a bit of force to pull him away from the kiss, and he lets out a small noise of displeasure at being pried away from you like that. You try not to laugh at his dejected face, and bite your lip as you whisper into his ear.

“You do this with all your patients? Or am I special, Doctor?”

"Just you." He whispers, and it comes out as a husky murmur. He could barely register your question, with the way your cunt is fluttering around his fingers, and how he could hear just how soaked you are from his touch alone. His face is red and bashful, but that hunger wasn't going anywhere.

"Just you." He whispers again. "I'd do anything you told me to."

You clench around him at his confession, pulling his fingers deeper into you, and smile evilly.

"Yeah? Anything..?"

His eyes widen when you clench, and he blushes a little- the sound of your pussy gushing around him sends a tingle through his spine.

"Whatever you want. I'm yours. Tell me and I'll do it." He says softly, his voice sounding vulnerable- he almost seems to be begging you to test out the claim.

"Make me cum, now. I know you want it, Doctor. I know you want to feel me around you, taste me, hear me.."

Spencer’s expression becomes just the slightest bit more desperate at the mention of tasting you after all of this, and he can’t help the way his tongue peeks out of his lips to lick over them. You see what you want and he's just so willing, you don't can’t even begin to comprehend it, but he wants this so badly. His voice is shaking. You've never heard him so desperate and so needy, but at the same time, it's so sexy.

“Whatever you say, miss.” He says softly. His heart is pounding, and he can feel the way his cock fills with blood and arousal, the zipper of his pants bending with how much his heavy bulge is pressing against it. You know you've got him, he’s addicted to you. He's the doctor and you're the patient, and he’d do whatever he could to take care of you.

"Be a good boy, I know you can do it.." Your legs stretch out to wrap around his waist and pull him in closer, and you can see the way his knees almost buckle at the action.

His breath hitches and you see him bite his lip, but he doesn't take his eyes off yours. His voice is shaky and teary, but he nods.

"...Yes, miss. I'll do anything to please you."

His eyes are shining with the slightest bit of tears and the desperation and intensity in them is unmistakable, undeniable, and almost...beautiful?

But you don’t linger on that thought for long, you can’t possibly. His fingers curl inside of you in unison, the calculated movements of them sliding against your soaked walls and pulling you closer and closer to the sweet release you both so desperately needed.

The way he moves is almost artful, so slow, so careful, his fingers twisting and curling around, so talented and passionate. You're not sure how he's so good at this, but you're not complaining.

"Does this feel good, miss?" He asks softly, and there’s a neediness in his voice. He needs to see you cum around him, he wants to hear every moan, feel every gush, and taste every trail of sticky arousal you have to offer him. And the way he speaks to you—the way he calls you miss— it sends a wave of pleasure through you that has you exploding around him.

Before you can even warn him, your pussy is greedily sucking in his fingers, and squeezing around them so tightly he can’t even think of pulling them out. He watches your face contort in a look of pure, unfiltered pleasure and then his eyes quickly dart down to where your cunt is swallowing him into you, and he’s not sure where to focus on.

Your mouth is dropped in strained moans and whimpers, and your hole is sucking him up and shooting out small spurts of your release all over his palm, soaking his skin. He can’t stop his own moan that escapes his lips at both sights, and his dick hardens impossibly further in his slacks.

“God..” Is all that he can manage to say as his eyes are trained on you, as if he’d miss anything if he blinked.

Spencer’s fingers come to a gradual stop inside of you, and his eyes widen when he watches how your slick leaks out of your pussy. He's trying to hold back so badly, the hunger in his eyes fighting the desire to be tender and gentle, to give you what you deserve. You can feel his breath getting faster and heavier and your eyes look to meet his, but they’re glued to watching the way your cum spills from your hole and around his digits.

He bites his lip and shakes his head to himself, a soft whimper escaping his lips, and you almost can't believe it— he's losing control.

"F-Fuck...Miss." He says quietly, your eyes flicker over his furrowed brows and the absolutely wrecked expression that adorns his face.

A soft sigh leaves you when he fully pulls his fingers out of you, and you almost miss the absolute urgency that he sticks the same fingers in his mouth with. His eyes roll back into his head as his tongue runs over the soaked digits, and he sucks the sticky release off of them like it’s his last meal.

The sight turns you on all over again, and your gaze darts down to the straining bulge he’s sporting. Poor thing. You can't help but chuckle lightly at the sight.

“How unprofessional of you, Doctor..”

"God.. I...I'm sorry." He finally manages to get out, after a few moments of not really knowing what to say. He lets out a nervous laugh and clears his throat.

You sit up and reach down to palm over the front of his pants, and relish in the way he rolls his eyes and moans needily at your touch.

“Think you can let me play Doctor now?”

Spencer can’t bring himself to look at you, so he opts for a nod and a whimper instead. With the way you squeeze his cock in your warm hand, he’d let you do just about anything.

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gray-skiess · 8 months

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hey there stranger | s.r.

summary: spencer's been spending a lot of late nights at a cafe

warnings: i really can't think of anything, mentions of working late, unedited, bad writing (probably), caffeine addiction, gender neutral reader, no use of 'y/n', general overthinking, this is my first time writing for spence ;-;

word count: 1.8k

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11:03 pm

You were almost done with your usual closing shift, taking a glance and the ever so slowly moving hands on the clock across the cafe every once in a while. You didn’t have any plans, per say, but were anxious to get home and finally rest.

The cafe wasn’t particularly busy this late, but still had its usual stragglers coming in to burn the midnight oil.

“Hey there Mr.Delancey, the usual this evening?” You grinned at the older man in front of you. Mr.Delancey was the owner of a bar downtown that closed just an hour before your cafe. It was typical of him to stop by after closing up.

“You got it,” The man took out his wallet, paid, and took his drink to go, almost like second nature. You let your shoulders slack after he walked out, looking once again to the clock and then finding your eyes caught on a familiar mop of brown hair in the corner of the seating area.

You turned to your coworker who was doing some sort of ‘pass the time’ task.

“Manila folder guy’s back again?” He must’ve come in during your break- you would’ve remembered his soft brown eyes and even more so the bags underneath them. You didn’t know much about him, not having been able to make small talk with him whenever he came in.

“Yeah, I think this is the third night this week,” Your coworker looked over to the man briefly before returning to their task. “I mean, you can’t really beat the late great closing time of midnight around here” you joked to yourself, entering a tip amount into the computer system. You coworker chuckled then looked out of the front windows.

“Hey you mind if I grab a smoke? There’s hardly anyone coming in.” You shoo your coworker off then look back to the man in the corner. It took you another 10 minutes to muster up enough courage to approach him.

You walked up to the table, a refill of the man’s familiar order in hand.

“So what are you working on this late?” Your own voice startles you to some amount, breaking the silence that occupied the shop for what felt like eternity. The man didn’t bother to look up, instead continuing to flip aimlessly through the folders. You caught a look at the pictures in them, cringing before tilting your head to the side.

“They’re all wearing rings.” You muttered. The man looked up, then back down to the folders, his eyebrows raising. “Sorry, I don’t know what this is, and I don’t think I really want to know but-yeah. On their pinkies, the small gold ring.”

“Nice, uh, nice catch. I don’t know how I didn’t see that.” He spoke finally, writing something down then looking back up to you. “I’m Spencer. Reid. I’m a profiler for the FBI.” Your eyebrows raised then. “FBI huh? So looking at cryptic photos in a manila folder isn’t just a hobby?” You kind of laugh to yourself, crossing your arms and shifting your weight. Spencer doesn’t seem to think your comment was as funny as you did, but still offered a soft smile.

“I’m afraid not.” The silence is back and fuck you are realizing that this guy- this rando FBI profiler is really cute. Before your brain can catch up your mouth is already running again.

“Have you always wanted to be in the FBI?” From there you manage to carry a small conversation, taking the seat in front of him and listening as he talks about his high IQ or eidetic memory.

11:34pm

Your coworker whistles at you from behind the coffee bar, pointing to the clock and beginning to shut down the espresso machines.

“Well Dr.Reid, it was great meeting you. I hope you catch whoever is doing- that,” you motion to the now closed folder.

You get up to move back to the coffee bar, taking off your apron and placing it by the register. Spencer continues to look over his notes. Against your better judgment you turn back around to face the brunette man.

“I know this is probably really forward of me- but would you want to grab dinner sometime?” You began to ramble about some diner down the street and Spencer takes another sip of his coffee. “I mean- it could totally just be a casual thing but I would really like to get to know you more…” You trailed off- your motor mouth finally running out of fuel.

Spencer’s eyes softened, and he looked down at the workload in front of him. It was almost like he was debating with himself.

“I- I would love to but I’m really usually caught up with work so I don’t have a lot of time for,,, dinner…” You nod. “Right yeah- yeah of course. Have a good night, Spencer.” With that you walked behind the coffee bar and sunk down to the floor behind the espresso machines.

“Ouch,” You run a hand over your face, embarrassment flowing through your veins. You decide to brush it off and begin busying yourself with sidework.

12:03

The cafe was finally closed. Spencer had left in the last 10 minutes and you managed to spot clean every single spoon in the store.

“Dude I just- I know I like don’t even know him but that was so embarrassing” You whine, counting the dollar bills in the register and taking note of them.

“What do you mean?” Your coworker was checking the temperatures in the different mini fridges.

“Like- of course he wouldn’t want to go out with a total stranger. I don't even know why I asked.” Your hands flopped back down on the counter in front of you. You were tired, you were embarrassed, and you just wanted to go home for the night.

“I’m sorry who are we talking abou-”

“Spencer! I thought I told you.” You turned around and leaned against the counter. “Manila folder guy- he- he’s cute. In a dorky kinda nerdy way.” You grinned at the thought.

“Oh! No he was totally looking at you all night when you got back here.”

“No he wasn’t.”

“He was! I saw him with my own two eyes.” Your coworker laughed and gestured to their eyes. “I think maybe he’s just genuinely busy with work… You said he was a cop or something right?”

“He’s FBI- I don’t even know if I should’ve told you. I feel like that’s something that’s supposed to be a secret. Or is that CIA? I can never remember.” You shook your head, your thoughts trailing from the initial subject of the conversation.

“Whatever- the point is, he was totally making eyes at you after you walked away.” You rolled your eyes at this, turning back to finish counting the money.

The rest of the night is quiet after that.

1 week later, 3:45pm

It was a rare occasion for you to not work the closing shift. You weren’t complaining since it meant getting home earlier and maybe even getting dinner from somewhere other than a 24 hour convenience store.

You were working with the same coworker you normally do, and you were thankful since you weren’t really close with any of your other coworkers.

The afternoon regulars were different from the evening regulars. They were still kind, but definitely far more impatient.

“I’ve got 1 medium hot cappuccino and a large iced cold brew with oat milk to go.” You write the order on the side of the cups and move them to your coworker down the coffee bar. You take the customer’s payment and give them a smile before readying yourself for the next customer.

“Uhm, the usual?” You knew this voice. You didn’t think you’d hear this voice again.

“Spencer. It’s nice to see you again. You catch that bad guy?”

Spencer laughed at this. He thought you were easy to talk to that night, and he still thinks so now. He could tell you were a little out of your element when you initially approached him but you were generally easy to build rapport with.

“Yeah- we did. But there’s always another one out there.” You nod, then realize you hadn’t entered his order in the computer yet.

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry-” You tapped one of the buttons and grabbed a sit-in mug. You nodded to your coworker. “A manila folder.” Your coworker nodded back and when you returned your attention to Spencer you found him with his eyebrows furrowed.

“It’s what we call your order. Since you always have those folders.” You shrug and Spencer nods. “Anyway, it’ll be $3.75.” You put your customer service smile back on and take the $5 from the man.

“Keep the change and actually, I wanted to come by and see if that dinner offer was still on the table? Work is light this week and- uh- I’d like to get to know you more too.”

You’re taken aback, but your coworker who suddenly has supersonic hearing peeks over your shoulder.

“They get off at 5.” Your head whips around to look at your coworker who simply mouths a ‘you’re welcome’ before continuing to make Spencer’s drink.

“So I’ll stick around until 5 and then maybe we can check out that diner?” You nod.

“Yeah- yeah I’d really,” Your voice catches in your throat and you swallow before continuing, “I’d really like that.”

extra:

It was a Monday morning, the day after Spencer supposedly rejected you. While you were retracing the conversation in your mind to think of things you’d do differently, Dr.Reid fiddled with his notepad, looking over the tip you gave him about the rings.

Hotch had dismissed the team to continue on their individual tasks, but Spencer hung back almost lost in his own mind.

“Okay pretty boy what’s got you distracted today.” Derek Morgan sat with his chair turned and raised a brow at the genius.

“Nothing at all. Just thinking about- about the case.” Spencer tried to cover but as smart as he was, he wasn’t very good at hiding his current thoughts.

“Bullshit- what’s on your mind.”

“Well I think- I think someone asked me out last night.” Derek’s once cheeky look turned to that of surprise.

“You’re kidding.” Spencer shook his head, “You’re not, well what did you say?”

“Well I told them the truth- we’re pretty busy right now.” Derek laughed. “No way- you rejected them? I didn’t take you for a heartbreaker, Reid.”

“I’m not! I just- we are pretty busy..” Spencer trailed and Morgan shook his head. “You need to go back and ask them out, clearly if you’ve been letting this get in the way of finding this damn killer, they’re worth it.”

“Yeah- okay maybe I will.”

“But not before we solve the case, so let’s move it pretty boy.”

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panqueen · 4 months

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Oneshot Story: Boss’s Neice

Spencer Reid x Y/n Hotchner (Hotch’s neice)

Warning: Sexual remarks (fluff, unwanted sexual comments/remarks and slightly angry Hotch)

Y/n’s features: h/l = hair length, h/c = hair colour, e/c= eye colour.

Spencer holds his overly sugared coffee walking into the BAU when he sees a woman with h/l h/c facing away from him laughing with Morgan.

“Morgan I swear one day you’ll hit on the wrong woman” the woman hits his arm laughing.

“Ah! Pretty boy! Meet hotch’s neice” Morgan called over to Spencer noticing his confused look watching the woman.

The woman turned around with a smile on her face finally having the chance to meet the boy genius she’s been told about.

Spencer’s heart picks up when he sees her beautiful smile and her twinkling e/c. He can feel his hands become clammy as she continues to smile at him.

“Hello Dr.Reid I’m Y/n Hotchner” Y/n sticks her hand out for him to shake.

Spencer looks at her hand and before Morgan can inform her that he doesn’t like hand shakes Spencer grabs her hand shaking it smiling down at her.

Morgan’s eyes widen slightly until a knowing smirk replaces it as he raises his eyebrows at Spencer knowingly.

“It’s been great meeting you Dr.Reid but I really should get back to work” Y/n smiles up at the young genius.

“Spencer..call me Spencer” Spencer mumbles feeling the heat reach his cheeks.

“Okay Spencer it was great meeting you I’ll see you later” Y/n steps away walking to Hotch’s office to bring his requested files.

“Well pretty boy get used to her being here, she’s Hotch’s new assistant” Morgan pats Spencer’s shoulder smirking at his awestruck smile.

Later Y/n is practically running through the BAU with her coffee in her hand when she runs into a taller slim frame. Her coffee falls onto the floor in front of her and she scrambles to pick up the paperwork that fell with it.

“I’m so incredibly sorry, I can be so clumsy and lost in my own world..” Y/n rambles bending down to pick up the papers quickly.

A few men in the office notice and make comments between themselves that are not unheard by the embarrassed young woman with coffee spilled on her shoes and her papers scattered everywhere.

She tries to hide her increasingly red face at their advances about her.

“It’s alright Research shows that brain function, from information processing to telling your body how to move, plays a role in coordination and when people are stressed or anxious their brain processes movements differently..” Spencer rambles trying to distract her from the comments that the men around her are making.

He bends down helping to pick up the scattered paper.

“You’re really smart I admire that” Y/n stands up fixing the papers when they’re all picked up.

Spencer feels the heat rise up to his cheeks again at the young woman’s compliment as he stands up practically towering over her watching as she focuses on the papers with a determined expression on her face.

“Geez if she’s clumsy with running I wonder if she has good movement in the bedroom”

“Dude come on have you seen her of course she does”

Spencer isn’t a violent person he never has been but when he heard the men continue to make comments about Y/n and when he saw the embarrassment on her face he wanted to make them pay but before he could say something someone stepped in.

“Is that any way to speak about a lady I don’t think so, so either get out of here or I make you regret it” Morgan speaks up walking over hearing what the men were saying and seeing the look on Y/n’s face.

The two men hurriedly leave the room into the elevator.

“You alright little Hotch?” Morgan asks the young woman feeling concerned.

“I’m fine nothing I’m not used to, Thank you both of you” Y/n smiles at them walking back to her desk feeling embarrassed and down on herself.

“Poor girl all she wanted was to work with her uncle after she finished school and now she gets catcalled by assholes who happen to work here” Morgan scoffs mentioning the two men.

“They wouldn’t work here if Hotch found out” Spencer said out loud thinking to himself.

“I never pictured you to be so mischievous pretty boy” Morgan pats his shoulder smiling at him before walking to Hotch’s office to tell him about the incident.

Hotch leaves out of his office walking over to Y/n’s desk and feels his heart break a bit seeing the saddening look on her face while she looks down at her skirt questioning if it was what she was wearing that caused the extra attention.

“You did nothing wrong”

Y/n’s body turns to see her uncle smiling at her, she smiles back nodding her head.

“Some people are just assholes” he says quietly not wanting anyone else to hear.

He smiles when he hears his niece laugh at his secretive comment about the two men from before.

“Hotch I was just coming to find you to talk about this morning” Spencer shuffles on his feet noticing Y/n smiling up at him.

“All taken care of” Hotch nods at him walking to someone else’s desk to discuss something.

Y/n turns her head back to Spencer and smiles when she notices his nervousness.

“Thank you” Y/n steps forward wrapping her arms around his waist resting her head on his chest feeling his heart rate pick up from the contact.

Spencer normally wouldn’t hug anyone due to the germs that come with a single hug but he couldn’t bring himself to step away from the woman hugging him.

He looks around meeting a hardened glare from Hotch who’s watching the interaction with a watchful eye.

Hotch’s eyes softened when he sees the happy content look on his niece’s face and decides to not say anything going back to his conversation.

Spencer brings his arms up wrapping them around her back smiling when he feels her snuggle her head into his chest more letting out a content sigh.

Morgan and Garcia are across the room with the biggest smiles knowing that their boy genius and little Hotch will be together in no time.

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Casual Morning with your boyfriend Spencer Reid❤️🫶🏻

“This probably isn’t the best idea,” Spencer mumbles.

“I promise I won’t cut you, please?” You give him your best pouty lip and puppy dog eyes.

He eyes the straight razor you got him for his birthday, concern and curiosity causing his eyebrows to raise. He has two days worth of stubble that you adore, but the intimacy of shaving him is an idea you haven’t been able to shake.

“I-“ he hesitates with reddening cheeks. You place your hand on his chest where the top buttons of his dark shirt are opened.

“Fine,” he mumbles. You hop up and down with excitement.

His shirt from the night before is the only thing you wear in the early morning, exposing your long legs for him to admire. He seems to snap himself out of it in a flash though and says;

“Don’t jump around with a razor!” His warning comes out in a laugh and wide smile as he grips your hips to steady you.

His touch causes your breathing to hitch, his long fingers digging softly into your skin. The air heats between you and his nervous excitement in a familiar tug, pulling you closer to him.

You shove him backwards into the bathroom, causing a breathy laugh to escape him. He pushes his longer strands of hair from his face and looks you over.

“Sit,” you instruct. You know if you get off task, he’ll never get to work in time.

You move to stand between his legs, meeting his eyes as you mix the shaving cream. He tilts his head up at you, a small content smile on his soft lips.

“Did you know shaving began between 60,000 and 100,000 years ago,” he starts as you use the brush to swipe the cream on his cheek. “They used clam shells like tweezers,” he continues softly.

“And where did you find that piece of knowledge Dr.Reid?” You look down at him in amusement. His ramblings are one of your favorite things about him.

“I came across a book at the library about the history of shaving,” he offered a tight lipped smile. “It was about a ten minute read.”

You don’t have to even guess that it would take a normal person at least an hour to read said book.

“Your brilliant mind won’t save you from this,” you hold up the shiny razor playfully with a wicked grin now that the shaving cream covers his face.

You brush some hair from his forehead and close the space between the two of you, his head level with your breasts. His looking up at the ceiling, unmoving as you move the razor gently upward underneath his chin.

“Have you done this before?” He croaks nervously.

“Nope, now shh,” you push your finger against his warm lips and continue.

You take in the sharp cut of his jaw as the shaving cream disappears with each swipe of the razor. He breaths softly, his eyes fluttering closed to signal his trust. You use one hand on the back of his head to tug his hair so he knows which way to tilt his head. This time you tug gently but a small groan escaped his throat.

You raise your eyebrows, all of your attention going to the small breathy sound. His hands move from being relaxed on his legs to gently caressing the backs of your thighs. Slowly at first, just his fingertips teasing the soft skin there. Then he relaxes his hands and pulls you closer.

“Spence,” you warn, rinsing off the razor. His eyes flutter open, pupils dilated and cheeks heated. “I’m almost done.”

Just to mess with him more you twist your fingers into his hair and shove him harder into the chair. His nails dig into your thighs, just under your butt with a grunt.

You finish the last bit of shaving his now soft face and drop the old style razor into the water. You climb into his lap, straddling him with a grin.

“I have a case briefing in 30 minutes,” he sighs.

“It’s a ten minute drive,” you whisper against his neck, inhaling his fresh scent.

He turns his head towards you, his tongue swiping his bottom lip hungrily. His breathing grows more ragged, more needy for a moment, just long enough for you to catch the pleading in his eyes. Then his lips crash into yours.

They’re soft, familiar, and taste like him. Both of your hands grip his hair as his tongue fights yours for dominance. The need for more, more, more of each other is consuming. It’s waves crashing to shore in a hurricane, it’s chaos and beauty all at once.

His arms wrap around your waist, your bodies flush to one another. Your need grinding against his own, his pants a barrier that is infuriating. You pull his bottom lip into your mouth just to taste him better and it drives him wild.

He stands abruptly, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist as he takes long strides to the bed.

“This is going to have to be quick,” he pants softly before kissing you again.

He lands between your legs, on top of you, his hair cascading downward. His pink lips parted as his eyes meet yours.

You are lost in each other once more.

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blue-jay17 · 7 months

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Dr.Reids fingers. 🤭😫

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spvencersreid · 7 months

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(Fem!reader x Spencer Reid)

~Cause all of the small things that you do, are what remind me why I fell for you.~

You never truly knew what hit you when you fell hard for a fellow agent named Spencer Reid. Maybe it was the way that he would always brighten a room whenever he walked into it or how he treated you better than any other man every had but you know one thing; you were pretty sure you were absolutely in love with him.

And that's exactly why you couldn't ever tell him so. You were terrified of rejection. You didn't exactly have the best history when it came to dating, not that it was particularly long to begin with. But you couldn't get him out of your mind so you just decided that dating any other guy wasn't your thing because you had your eyes only set on him.

Whether or not he felt the same was the most psychologically draining thing you'd ever put your self through. The constant what ifs were honestly almost too much to handle. You had worked with him for just under six months now and he was the only distraction that kept effecting your work habits and your coworkers were definitely starting to notice. Although they actually picked up on your stomach twisting crush on him well before you knew and the initial denial hit. But unlike you, Spencer was clueless and went on his days as per usual. Which if you were being completely honest was slowly killing you inside.

So you decided you could do one of two things; you could either slowly distance yourself in hopes that your feelings would magically go away, or you could somehow muster up the courage to confess to him and face the inevitable rejection that was to shortly come afterwards. But one of these two outcomes had to happen because he was like a bacteria infection taking over your brain. Whenever you would want to go to sleep you would only be able to fall asleep to yourself making up scenerios about you and him together, which in your mind would never happen because he couldn't possibly feel the same way about you.

~And when we're apart, and I'm missing you, I close my eyes and all I see is you.~

The main issue in regarding to talking to him was that you had quite literally rarely ever talked to him outside of necessarily talking to him when it came to case styles or sitting around the round table and discussing the current case. But whenever he did speak to you you could only describe it as pure ecstasy anytime he would ever speak to you or in your general direction and you would have to physically resist all urges from turning as red as a tomato. But you had to force yourself to talk to him because mentally you couldn't handle it anymore. At this point where you were he was taking over every part,every hour, every minute, every second of your day. And although you didn't mind it hurt you inside knowing that he possibly couldn't think about you the same way as you were.

As you were getting off of the bau's private jet you decided that it was now or never. It was time to tell him because after you got home you had all of the weekend to go through the five stages of grief. That would give you the time to handle the rejection he's so inevitably would give you because you could never believe that you ever going to be loved or love someone else the way that you loved him. So you grabbed your things and put them on your desk and just as you looked up he was starting to leave the office and so it took everything in you to finally say:

"Hey Dr.Reid?"

He quickly turned around surprised that you were calling after him

"[Y/N] I will kindly remind you once again that just like the rest of the team you are welcome to call me by my first name."

You slightly chuckled at his response. Savouring the final moments of sweet bliss.

"Okay.. Spencer. Can I quickly talk with you about something? I promise it won't take long."

A slight flash of worry flashed on his face which quickly faded.

"Yeah for sure, what would you like to talk about?"

"He is so nice, this is going to hurt" You thought to yourself. Then you just flat out said it.

"I need to talk to you about... us."

A look of confusion appeared on his face as his took a couple of steps towards you.

"Umm..what about us would you like to talk about? Did I do something?"

Well there was definitely no option to change the subject now so with a deep breath you took the risk.

"No, you did nothing wrong! I just wanted to let you know that I.. I have very strong feelings for you and I needed to tell you because I couldn't go on any longer without you knowing. I think about you 24/7 which is exhausting not knowing if you feel the same way. Which you probably don't, so we can just pretend that this never happened. You have a good weekend."

After saying those words aloud you sped walked past Spencer and the door as fast as your feet could take you without it looking as if you were running from him. You didn't even wait to see the expression on his face before you started walking away. You just couldn't handle the negative reaction you were honestly expecting. You were just about to push the button on the elevator when you felt a hand on your wrist lightly tug you from behind. You slowly turned around and was faced with those brown eyes you could get lost in. He was looking at you in a way you've never seen before.

"Did you mean all of that?"

"I mean yeah, why would I lie about something like that.."

"Why'd you walk away?"

"I wanted to have time to grief when you inevitably reject me, guess I just wanted a head start."

"I'm confused.."

"Why?"

"I..I never knew you felt that way about..me."

"Really? The team said that I was being pretty obvious."

"Well I am not one for picking up on romantic social cues."

You let out a light laugh. You thought to yourself why he was dragging out rejecting you.

"Well now you know, and I'm think I'm ready now."

"Ready for what?"

"You rejecting me and admitting that you in fact do not feel the same way..."

"[Y/N] I care deeply for you. And if I knew that you liked me I would of told you that I had felt the same way sooner. Although I didn't picture it like this."

What?

No way.

God I hope he's not lying.

"Wait what? You liked me? How could you ever like me?"

"I mean [Y/N] how could I not? I mean your the most interesting person on the planet. I never stop thinking about you. You always look amazing, your outfits are.. admittedly kinda distracting at times, and your smile always makes my day."

He is lightly blushing and rubbing the back of his neck. You are standing there mouth agape trying to process not getting rejected like you had so carefully planned.

"What would ever possibly make you think that I ever would reject you?"

"Well I dunno guys don't really ever like me like that, I'm sorta the funny side character kinda person. I'm just not appealing romantically."

Spencer lightly gasps at the last sentence.

"I've been head over heals for you since you first walked through these doors

[Y/N], I thought if anything I was being obvious about how I felt."

You just stand there stunned, the man you've loved for six months feel the same way. And you were not prepared for it.

"So..you feel the same way?"

"Of course I do."

"So...where exactly do we go from here?"

"Well I would love to take you out on a date, if that's okay with you."

You nodded in response.

"Nice I just have two more questions and then I should really get going, my bed is calling me."

"Okay what are your questions Spencer?"

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

You didn't even hesitate.

"Yes, I would love nothing more! And your other question?"

He's looking down at the floor, then back up at your lips, then back up into your eyes.

"Can I.. Can I kiss you?"

Without saying anything you went up to him and gently places your lips on his, feeling sweet relief. He froze slightly at first but quickly softly kisses you back.

This was it, the start of your new relationship with hopefully the love of your life. And you couldn't wait to see where it would take you.

~I fell in love with those eyes.~

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stardusksx · 7 months

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BECAUSE OF YOU, spencer reid x named!oc

— part three.

( summary! ) Spencer & Lydia where best friends, until they weren’t. Having to see each other at work everyday was certainly an exercise in professionalism, but when Reid is arrested in Mexico they can no longer ignore each other.

( warnings! ) Canon typical violence, discussions of drug use, best friends to lovers with a whole load of angst in the middle, dysfunctional family dynamics, talks of past neglect, future mentions of sex/smut, let me know if I missed anything! )

Virginia, 2006.

LYDIA’S PAPER CUP BURNED THE PALMS OF HER HANDS, A SLIGHTLY WELCOMED SENSATION AGAINST THE COLD THAT WAS NUMBING HER FINGERTIPS. The actual coffee itself was only lukewarm at best now— a result of her stupid alarm clock once again running out of batteries and failing to wake her up. Spencer knocking on her door was what had finally brought her out of her slumber, and when she’d answered it with a bed head that clearly said she wasn’t work ready, he’d merely offered her an amused smile and told her to meet him outside the station while he got the drinks. A saint, really.

She’d only known him about half a year now, the same amount of time she’d been at the BAU, and he'd been more than a life saver when it came to making her feel welcome. After his initial reservations, of course. It had taken her a moment to break past his introversion, but once she’d gotten him talking about War and Peace (which she had read, thank you very much) he hadn’t stopped since.

“Busy today.” He observed, throwing the words over his shoulder as they weaved through the morning rush hour of the tube station. There wasn’t enough room to walk side by side just yet, but he was carrying on their conversation anyway.

Lydia snorted slightly, “You think it’s busy everyday.”

“It is busy everyday.” He craned his neck to look at her, subsequently bumping into someone and stuttering an apology. She tried to hide her amusement.

“Careful, it’s busy.” She teased, falling into step besides him as they started up the stairs.

He sent her a halfhearted glare, which lived on his features for all of two seconds before he launched into the statistics of Virginia’s population and their work shift patterns. Even after months of being around him everyday, she still wasn’t over the awe of just how much information was packed into his head. They were halfway up the steps when a boy stopped them— more Spencer than her, because he said his name more like a fact than a question; “You’re Dr.Reid.”

He didn’t look like he could be older than twenty, hands gripping the rucksack on his shoulder like a lifeline. He was timid, a soft spoken voice and flickering eyes.

Spencer looked confused, “Do I… know you?”

“N-no, I just know what you do.”

Spencer’s brows furrowed further and, as he slowly dragged out an “okay?” while turning to leave, Lydia almost snorted at his awkward dismissal. Anyone else would question further, but he looked like he wanted to get out of the situation as fast as possible. The boy persisted, however, “Look, I saw you at George Town afew weeks ago, you gave a lecture on sexual sadism.”

That seemed to ease Spencer, who gained a pleased expression at the mention of his academics. He nodded his head, giving a self-deprecating smile, “I’m not much of a public speaker.”

“I-I don’t know, you seemed cool.” The boy's gaze flickered between him and the floor, and Lydia smiled quietly at the display. She knew validation like this meant a lot to Spencer.

“You look a little young to go to George Town.” He said, no longer in a rush to get away.

“I’m a junior at northwest high school.”

“And you just go to lectures on anger exhortation for fun?” He said it half in jest, half in genuine approval.

“I don’t have a lot of friends.”

The expression on Spencer’s face once again threatened to elicit a laugh from Lydia. He asked, “So, you're interested in profiling?”

“Yeah, I mean, I read a lot, true crime— like graphic novels, mostly. They’re all on, like, whether or not evil exists, nature vs. nurture. So I figured it’d be smart to hear it from an expert… So you said a lot of them kill prostitutes?”

Lydia looked up from where she’d been studying her coffee cup in a feigned attempt to give them privacy. That was an oddly specific question.

Spencer nodded, “Number one serial killer target, actually.”

“Is that for sex or because they think they’re dirty and need to be punished?” His eye contact with Spencer lingered for a few more seconds, as if he was attempting to gauge the man's reaction to his words. Like a child who had stolen a cookie from the jar trying to see if their parents had picked up on it.

A cold feeling washed over her, as if someone had injected shards of ice into her bloodstream. There was innocent curiosity, and then there was… well, the non-innocent kind. She could see Spencer register it too, because instead of responding he asked a question of his own, “Were you waiting here for me?”

“What would it mean if they were stabbing someone and cutting off their hair?”

Deflection. Lydia began to take mental notes— the colour of his hair, the clothes he was wearing, how dark circles rimmed his eyes. The boy was shifting on his feet, a clear sign of how anxious he was. Lydia couldn’t tell if it was because of the conversation or something else.

She was willing to bet it was something else.

“I’ve… I’ve never heard of a case like that,” Spencer was quick on his feet, somehow managing to shove aside his own anxiety about who was possibly standing before them, “Do you want to come to the BAU with me, maybe talk to some of my other team members?”

He posed it as an innocent question, one academic merely helping out another. Lydia saw his true intention, and it seemed like the boy did too. He began to head back down the stairs, “I’ve got to get to school.”

“Give me your name and your number and I’ll call you—” Spencer began to follow him, but he’d already disappeared into the crowd. He glanced at her helplessly, and she wordlessly nodded, a silent agreement to get to the BAU as quickly as possible.

Spencer had tried to hastily sketch the boy, but after a minute of watching him struggle to get the eyes right Lydia had taken over. She’d done a sketch artist class for extra credit in college— her childhood interest in drawing making it an easy way to gain extra points. As they stepped off the elevator, JJ offered them a greeting which went unacknowledged. He questioned, “Who’s your contact in the DC police?”

“Victor Barnes,” She followed behind them, “Why, do you need me to speak to him?”

Spencer didn’t respond, merely picked up the phone and asked for the man JJ had mentioned. Gideon walked towards them, noting their tense expressions. As Spencer spoke on the phone, she offered up a brief explanation, “This kid stopped Reid on our way to work, asking weird questions about the murder of prostitutes— specifically ones who were stabbed and had their hair cut.”

Just as she finished explaining, Spencer asked if there were any recent murders matching that M.O. He was quiet for a moment before he said, “When was the most recent victim?”

Dread filled her, any doubt that the boy at the station was just a teenager with slightly gruesome interests had now vanished. He finished up the phone call, “I’ll explain when I see you, I’ll meet you in a half hour.”

“What’s going on?” Gideon’s arms folded over his dark dress shirt, his neutral voice veiling any concern.

“I think we may have a serial killer,” He answered, brows furrowed, “And I think I just let him get away.”

⭈

After a brief trip with Morgan and Emily to speak with some possible witnesses, afew girls managed to identify the sketch with someone they’d seen out a few times. Allegedly, the boy they’d seen at the station had been hanging around the streets but never actually engaged in any sexual activity with the prostitutes himself. He’d just watch, they’d said.

In a way, she thought that it perhaps made him seem even more likely to have committed the crimes. After all, there wouldn’t be much gratification in just watching— there had to be some sort of act. Some sort of purpose behind going out of his way to observe sex workers. If he wasn’t engaging in actual sex with them, it could indicate a level of disgust, in turn, motivating the violence to kill. Yet, he was a teenaged boy, so they also couldn’t rule out the simple possibility that he was exploring his sexual desires through observation.

Either way, the mere confirmation he’d been in the area of the killings wasn’t enough to declare him guilty, and it also hadn’t brought them much closer to uncovering his identity. When she’d arrived back at the BAU, she’d found Spencer and Garcia in her bat cave attempting to figure out that information.

“This is impossible.” Spencer gave an exasperated sigh, and Lydia raised a brow at his clear display of frustration that normally wasn’t so easy to draw out.

Garcia scoffed, “Says you.”

“There’s nothing in the juvenile offender records.” He defended, his voice cracking slightly.

“So you think like a high school kid.”

He refuted, “I was twelve and I hadn’t been through puberty in high school.”

“Okay,” Garcia blinked, “Reset. We think like a highschool student, you think like a profiler.”

Lydia admitted slightly sheepishly, “I went to a private school from fourth grade to graduation, I’m not exactly the picture of an average highschool experience, either.”

“Reset the reset, I think like a highschool student, you guys think like the profilers.” She waved a hand, “He said he was a junior, the first rule when speaking to an authority figure, lie and say you’re older. He’s probably… a sophomore.”

Lydia nodded— she tended to stick to the rules in school, but the urge to break them had certainly crossed her mind more than once. Her obsession with proving herself grades wise had left little time for things like lying to authority figures, but she had a dorm mate who would tell her millions of stories about doing just that.

“Okay…” Spencer said contemplatively, “He was wearing a coat that was lambs wool but it didn’t look vintage, it looked brand new, like it had been tailored to him. Which means money… which means….”

“Private school,” Lydia said dryly, “Guess I’m back on the side of tapping into his mindset.”

She placed a hand on the back of Garcia’s chair, thinking for a moment. She remembers an incident of meeting one of her Grandmother’s friend’s grandson’s— he’d been talking about the school he went to which was in the same state, but a different district. She hadn’t heard of it before. “He said he went to northwest high, it’s unlikely he’d know the name of a highschool if he didn’t at least attend another one close to the area of it.”

Spencer nodded, “Pull up the district for northwest high, see if there are any private schools.”

Gracia typed for a second before nodding, “Three.”

They needed to narrow it down further. Spencer said, “What about ones that offer electives at George Town?”

“One; Morton School.”

He nodded, pleased, “Pull up the Sophomore class.”

An array of teenage faces were displayed on the screen, and it only took a few moments of scrolling before a familiar one popped up, “Wait, wait. Stop.”

Spencer pointed to a boy in the middle, and Garcia brought up his personal information, “Nathan Harris.”

Spencer's mouth hung open like he couldn’t quite believe it, “We got him.”

She offered him a relieved smile, “Let’s go tell Gideon.”

⭈

Lydia stayed behind as a small team was sent out to bring Nathan in, and upon Gideon’s request, she was preparing to sit in on his psychological interview.

“Is it a good idea? For me to be in there?” Lydia said apprehensively, “I just think he’d be far more comfortable without a woman present, I don’t think we’ll get much from him otherwise.”

He gave her a knowing look, “Trust me on this. Plus, I need you to monitor his micro expression while I focus on talking to him. You might pick up on something I miss.”

Lydia sent him a one of reluctant agreement, and he pushed open the door into the office Nathan was waiting in. There was already a bearded man in the corner, watching silently as the younger boy's eyes darted between him and the floor. His gaze flickered up to her and Gideon, and his anxiousness seemed to increase.

“My names Gideon, this is agent Baylor,” He gestured to her as they took their seats, and she offered up a small smile to placate his nerves. It didn’t seem to work— which she anticipated.

“You were with Dr.Reid at the station,” He said, “You’re friends?”

Lydia nodded, “We are.”

“So, he must trust you then?”

She momentarily wondered what it was about Spencer that Nathan gravitated towards— yes, they were both timid in nature and appeared to have some shared academic interests, but Spencer clearly hadn’t shared in his darker fantasies. Why did he go to Spencer, specifically, for help? “I think he does,” She answered honestly, knowing he’d really been looking for the assurance that he could trust her too. It seemed to be enough to calm the boy slightly. “You’re okay with answering some questions for us?”

He nodded, ducking into himself slightly. He couldn’t hold her gaze for longer than a few seconds at a time, and she ruled it out as an indicator of lying— it seemed to simply be a part of his mannerisms. Perhaps nervousness, too, but that was natural for any form of questioning whether guilty or not.

“So, I don’t wet the bed or start fires…”

Gideon’s mouth lifted up at the side humorously, “I see you’ve read Dr.Harris warning signs of psychopathy.”

“Yeah… is that wrong?”

“No, it’s healthy. You’re intellectually curious, you want to understand how you’re feeling.” Gideon’s voice was calming, assuring, “Tell me what worries you.”

“Just been, um, thinking about stuff.”

“About hurting women?”

His eyes briefly flickered to Lydia, and he looked more uncomfortable with her now— like he’d forgotten about her connection to Spencer and she was back to being a complete stranger he couldn’t seem to humanise. Yet, strangely, he didn’t look like he held resentment towards her. More like shame. He looked back to Gideon as he admitted, “Yeah.”

“Have you ever hurt anyone?”

He glanced upwards, like he was recalling a memory, “I killed a bird once. I know that’s on the list, it’s one of the signs.”

Gideon showed no sign of disgust, “Why did you kill the bird?”

“Cause I was sad.”

“How’d you feel afterwards?”

His brows were woven, like he was fighting against it, “Better.”

“Why?”

He seems to struggle internally, “I don’t know. Cause it was dead and I was still alive.”

Gideon nodded, “Is that why you want to hurt women? To feel better?”

“I don’t know...” He whispered.

“Have you ever seen a woman naked?”

Lydia looked down at her notebook, making it look like she wasn’t paying too much attention to the conversation so that he felt less insecure about discussing it. There was a pause.

“Don’t worry about them,” Gideon said, then added, “No offence.”

The man in the corner of the room responded with a “Non taken.” She remained quiet, like she hadn’t heard Gideon speak, like she hadn’t been listening intently enough to hear him. She wrote things down to look busy.

“Afew years ago at my moms med school, her students get cadavers.”

She could see Gideon’s fingers moving against his brow in the corner of her eye, “So, how’d that make you feel?”

“Good. Excited.” She chanced a glance up, and he trembled slightly, “It’s sick.”

“Perfectly natural for a boy to feel excited if he sees a naked body, even a cadaver.” Gideon said dismissively, like it wasn’t something to worry about.

“Yeah, but now that’s the only part that I think about.”

Lydia’s pen paused over her paper for a brief second, then she went back to writing so he wouldn’t pick up on her change in demeanour.

Gideon persevered, “Which part?”

He swallowed, “Them being dead.”

“So when you watch the prostitutes you don’t imagine having sex with them?”

“No, I think about cutting them.”

He was startlingly honest— it was making her believe in his innocence a little more, because despite the unlikely hood of all the evidence of an actual serial killer also happening to align with a lot of the impulses he was describing, it didn’t make sense for him to be so forthcoming with his mentality if he was guilty.

“Why?”

“I don’t know… maybe to look inside. Or sometimes I think about feeling their blood in my hands and letting it flow through my fingers.”

He was painting a vivid image, but it wasn’t exactly an unusual one for people with similar impulses to conjure up. Nathan was speaking with shame, an understanding that the things he craved was wrong. She wondered if it was the violence that did it, or if that was only a means to an end. Was it simply the fact of them being dead, of being completely malleable to his control, that he desired?

“Does it ever make you climax just by thinking of that?”

He didn’t directly answer, merely gave the smallest incline of his head, “I know I’m crazy.”

Gideon didn’t blink, “Did I say that?”

“No, but what do you call pictures in your head that you can’t make go away?”

The silence lingered for afew seconds before Gideon gave his answer, then began to wrap up the interview with some more assuring words to Nathan. When they exited the office, the man gave her an exhausted look. He placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed it, “We’ll debrief it in afew minutes, I need a break.”

Lydia nodded, a sigh dragging from her lips as she headed towards the desks, Spencer already perched against his and watching her like he had been waiting on her return this whole time.

“What do you think?” His knuckles covered his mouth.

“I don’t know,” She murmured, “It’s kind of fascinating… the impulses he’s talking about are consistent with a psychopathic state of mind but if he’s being genuine about the fear… that’s a guilty conscience. It’s a clear conflict. Being able to feign guilt isn’t unheard of, but at the same time… I’m struggling to see any tells which indicate he’s not being genuine.”

Spencer was watching her with an almost hopeful expression, and she let out a small sigh, “There’s a lot we don’t understand about the human mind yet, it’s not black and white, we can’t apply the same theories to everyone so… it’s not impossible that he’d be able to still feel all these other human emotions that aren’t consistent with psychopathy. But… if he didn’t do this, didn’t kill all those people,” She shook her head with furrowed brows, “I think he will, eventually. Impulses like the ones he’s having, they aren’t quite. They’re loud and take over everything else. Even the conscience.”

She could tell it wasn’t what he wanted to hear. His head ducked slightly, staring down at his hands in silence. Lydia watched him for a moment, observing his dejected state with furrowed brows.

“Can I ask you something?” She said finally.

He hummed, looking at her with an expression that attempted to appear impassive. The way he chewed on his lip, however, was a give away that he was anything but.

“What is it about Nathan? What’s making you feel responsible for him?” She didn’t pose her question with any judgement, mere genuine curiosity. Over the last few months they’d been on a fair few cases together, and she’d never seen him so emotionally invested— especially with a supposed perpetrator.

Spencer blinked, searching her features for a moment as if he was looking for any sign she would scrutinise him. When he didn’t seem to find any, he relented, “I remember what it was like being a kid and having a brain that worked a hundred miles ahead of everyone else. It was… scary. Lonely. I never had… I never had the kind of thoughts he’s talking about, but I feel like I understand him. And he wants help, I believe that. I believe that whatever it is that’s going on with him, he’s trying to fight it. Shouldn’t we… shouldn’t we help people who need it? Even if… you know…”

“Of course we should,” She said softly, “And we are, you are. I bet no one’s shown him the level of empathy you have in a long time. Maybe not even ever. He’s been stuck in his head alone for god knows how long, and you’re giving him an outlet. Whatever happens here, whether we find out he did this or not, he’ll get the help that he needs. Gideon’s already talking to his mom about what sort of resources we can get involved for him.”

Spencer said quietly, “I always struggle with that… the empathy side of the job.”

“You’re doing fine at it now.” She offered him a reassuring smile, “Sometimes we can relate to things, and other times we can’t. I think that’s what makes a team work— some cases will resonate with one of us more than it will the rest, and while that person can provide empathy and personal insight, the rest of us can have a more detached and critical viewpoint. It helps us cover all bases.”

He stared at her for a moment, then his shoulders relaxed from their hunched state. He looked back to his hands, nodding, before his gaze returned to her. “Thank you.” His quiet words were followed by that slightly awkward smile of his.

⭈

Lydia spent the rest of her day at her desk, running over the profile and seeing if there was anything she could think of that could help to narrow it down. She managed a few more suggestions to Hotch before JJ did a press release, and it wasn’t long before the domino effect took place. With the inside knowledge of other women who had possibly come in contact with the killer, alongside a female politician who matched the identified characteristics with someone she knew, the team had apprehended the killer.

It wasn’t Nathan, and thankfully, Gideon had arranged for him to get the treatment he needed.

Lydia nudged Spencer’s foot with her own— it was after hours, and they were the only ones remaining in the bullpen. Hotch was situated in his office with paper work, Garcia still somewhere in the building. He was reclined in his chair, shoes against her desk, staring at the ceiling. “Hey,” She said, “You okay?”

He hummed, “Yeah, just…” His brows weaved, “Long day.”

She watched him quietly, “You worried about Nathan?”

Spencer was silent for a moment before he nodded, “He’s just a kid, and he’s scared. I wish I could… help more.”

“I think you helped him more today than anyone else has in a long time.” She sat up to look at him better, and he lowered his gaze from the ceiling to her, “You could have walked away from him earlier, and he would have been completely alone in all those thoughts he’s got going on. Because of you, he’s getting help. There’s going to be a whole support system around him now, and maybe he won’t feel better for a long time yet, but he’ll get there. You've done everything you could.”

While it didn’t fully alleviate the tension from him, Spencer offered her a grateful smile. “I know, I just…”

“I know.” She said empathetically. Even when you’ve done everything you possibly can, there will always be a side of you that wishes you could rewrite the very fabric of logic and reverse all the negatives that are still left lingering. But that wasn’t logical, and sometimes you just had to live with the anxieties until they didn’t feel so heavy anymore.

“Come one,” She hit both of them with her scarf, “Us three, we’re hitting the town.”

Lydia let out a snort, “The town?”

“No offence Garcia, but I don’t think I’d make the best company right now.”

Spencer’s attempt at declining her offer went ignored— apparently it wasn’t an optional affair. “Oh, no. Up. Up. Do not make me hurt you.”

Lydia didn’t try to hide her laughter as she swooped down to pick up her bag. Garcia couldn’t hurt a fly. Spencer reluctantly pulled his feet off of her desk, a small smile playing on his lips. No one could say no to Garcia.

The three of them made their way out of the building— Garcia was insisting on driving, wanting to show off her new car she dubbed Esther. Spencer’s phone rang just as she opened her door. “What?” He spoke with a shaky voice, “Uh… stay— stay where you are, I’m calling an ambulance.”

⭈

Spencer’s hands shook as he moved a towel between them, numbly attempting to clean away the blood stains. “Hey.” She said quietly, taking it from him to do it herself— he let her, brows furrowed while his gaze remained on the crimson stains. Lydia had always thought that the shade of blood was the most vivid colour in existence, demanding to be seen in the loudest of ways. It was a physical embodiment of the harshest emotions, like all bad things were tied to the sight of it. She didn't like that side of the job— not that anybody did, really, but her stomach for such sights hadn’t come easily. “You saved his life, you know? Paramedics said he wouldn’t have made it without you.”

Spencer swallowed, “He wanted me to let him die.”

“No,” She shook her head slightly, “He didn’t want to hurt people, and suicide is the only option he knew to make sure he didn’t. I don’t think Nathan wanted to die, Spencer, he wouldn’t have tried to get help if he did. I think the thoughts just became too much, and he needed a way to silence them that would be quick.”

“What if… what if I’ve put more people at risk in the future?”

“You haven’t, because he was wrong,” She said softly, “There are other options. They’ll give him the help he needs in hospital, and they won’t let him go until he’s no longer a danger to the public. You saved a life today, Spencer, but that doesn’t mean that you're now accountable for what he does with it.”

He watched her for a moment, then nodded. His hands were as clean as they could get for now, and when he took the towel back so he could discard it, he offered her a tired but grateful smile. “Thank you.”

She offered him a smile back, “Are you ready to go home? Morgan said he’d drop us off at our apartments.”

He nodded tiredly, the weight of the last few days heavy on his shoulders. She nudged his shoulder slightly, hoping to give him something else to focus on so he didn’t fall back into the hurricane of thoughts in his head, “So, I finally managed to finish Star Trek.”

His head snapped towards her, “What? But I’ve been trying to get you to watch it with me for weeks, I wanted to be able to point out how the—”

Lydia listened to him talk, an amused smile on her features. The tail lights of Derek’s SUV flickered as he unlocked it, and they got in the back seat behind the older man and Garcia. There was a sense of belonging in moments like this, when the cases had wrapped up and they were riding the melancholy of making the streets that little bit safer. It settled something inside of her— the idea that she was finally gaining some sort of clarity over her own future. She could see herself doing this in the long run, and it was the clearest picture of what was to come she’d ever been able to have.

It felt safe. Secure. Settled. She had been wanting that ever since she was eight years old, when she was ripped from the care of her father to live with her grandparents.

Finally, she was getting there.

#spencer reid fandom #spencer reid x oc #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x reader #matthew grey gubler

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gorgeouslydangerous · 6 months

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In love with a womanizer part 1

💘

You were on shift with Dr.Joel in the orthopedic ward. You were in love with him but you knew he was a womanizer. That's why Dr.Reid left him once. "He cheated on her." You were keep saying this sentence over and over again in your mind while you were looking at him in the guard room. He noticed you were starring at him. "Tell me..It's Something about me that bothers you? "His question snapped you out of your trance "What ? No...why are you asking me that?"Joel answered "I don't know...You were staring at me a bit insistently and I was wondering if I smell bad or if I have something on my face" Y/n answered "Forgive me, Dr.Joel ! I didn't wanted to make you feel uncomfortable and no,you're not bothering me at all." She assured him. He came closer to her, staring into her eyes trying to read her face. "Then tell me the truth, Dr. Y/N ! What is it ?" She tried to escape but he put his hands around her waist. "I should go to check out the patient from the room 3..." Her voice was shaking with emotion. Joel answered "There's no need to do this, I did it earlier. He's sleeping. Now...tell me the truth !" "Dr. Joel...I can.." He interrupted her and said "You can call me Joel when we are alone and whatever you were about to say,please tell me the truth." "Fine !" She answered while Joel was still holding her by her waist. "I'll tell you just for you to leave me alone,okay ?" "Okay !" He agreed. "Joel...I'm in love with you,I've been in love with you since long time ago" She sighted softly " Oh,really ?! How long have you been in love with me?" He questioned her licking his lower lip."Since you were Dr. Reid's boyfriend for the first time" Her answer was almost a whisper. Joel moved away from her and went to close the door and draw the blinds.

#daniel gillies #saving hope #joel goran #yn #oneshot #joel x reader #elijah mikaelson #elijah mikaelson x reader #the vampire diaries #elijah mikealson one shot

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storiesundercandlelight · 3 months

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I jumped out of my bed when I saw you updated!! 🥹💕💖

The Geoffrey fic was amazing…! You’ve been well? Life is going oki?

I was kinda laughing the other day as I talked with a friend of new things we’ve been reading; and told her about u and was like “man, I miss them”. And whenever I got excited talking about books and then remembered some that disappointed me or were just plain I would said that again out of reflex; “man I miss them sm”

That’s my new “I should call them”. 🩵✨ You never disappoint, I’m so glad you’re alive and active!

I wasn’t into Geoffrey and after reading this I’m like that Kombucha girl video like “mmm nah, BUT lemme check twice just to be sure” 😭

Could I request something Jonathan xFem reader that begins with someone being super affected by voice/sounds/talking; taking things to something physical/NSFW? I’m super into Jonathan’s voice and accent; in gral all the VA’s did an amazing job!!

I’m super close to finishing the game now and DAMN they’re all (characters) so well made 🥹

Or just whatever you’d enjoy writing or been wanting to write for a while! I trust your amazing taste.

Take care of yourself and I hope you’re well and happy! Lots of hugs 💕��💕🩷✨!!!

There's Something In The Way You Speak

Here you go! I hope you love it! Jonathan's voice could definitely make us all go feral!! And Geoffrey is my best boy 🤣 I will make you love him!!

I haven't proof read this yet so I'm sorry for any mistakes! <3

Jonathan knew how easy it was to rile you up now, a small perk he was more than happy to take advantage of especially on a night like this. He'd hated social obligations before being changed into an Ekon, he still hated them. He couldn't even eat or drink to distract himself from the dull conversations he was pulled into.

Damn Edgar for forcing him to come to this thing. He knew it was all about keeping up appearances. The hospital requires funding Jonathan, these men fund us. So make them happy and feel like they are needed, because they bloody well are. The only perk to tonight? Having you by his side, dressed so finely. The curve of your neckline was bordering scandalous for this day and age, more than one set of eyes had landed on you tonight, much to Jonathan's annoyance.

But, as Jonathan had recently been made aware of, he had a little weapon to use against you. The memory made him smirk, your cheeks had grown so red after your all but blurted out the effects his voice had on you. I don't know, something about the tone and just the way you say things....just forget I said it alright?

He definitely would not be forgetting you said it, how could he just stand by and let quite possibly his best advantage over you go to waste. Before it was always Jonathan falling head over heels whenever you beckoned, how easily you made him want you, how simple it always was to make him lust after you. Oh how the tables have turned.

Jonathan moved closer to you, your body leaning delicately against one of the pillars adorning the room. It took a slight amount of bending to bring his lips right beside your ear before he whispered, nice a deep. "You know, I've been thinking about all of the doors in this hall. Where they lead to, which of them will be the one I'll pull you through, the one where I'll ravish you across whatever surface we find"

Your head turned towards him, eyebrows lifted and eyes wide in surprise. "Behave Dr.Reid" you whispered back.

"I don't want to behave, I want to fuck you" Jonathan felt your body tense beside him but this time he wasn't told off, you simply stared straight ahead, eyes flicking over the couples dancing or socialising. "Don't you want to?" His lips were all but pressing against your ears now, the soft tickle of his breath had you shivering.

"What I want is for you to behave" You quipped back, but Jonathan saw the redness growing on your cheeks, he was fairly curtained he'd never used that sort of language around you before....why wasn't it working? Jonathan straightened up, the glass of whiskey - still as full as when Edgar handed it to him- was the only thing he could use to occupy his hands as he tried to think of what else he could say to you.

Two - or was it three?- tedious conversations with men you had no desire to listen to, had come and gone since Jonathan's attempt to scandalise your thoughts. You wouldn't let him know it but your entire body had flashed hot and cold at his words. The idea of him whisking you away to have his way with you hadn't left your mind since he'd put the thoughts there.

Jonathan all but pouted his way through the conversations, waiting impatiently for them to end so he could try his luck again. He didn't have any ideas as far as what to exactly say to you, filthy talk wasn't exactly in his list of strengths, but the thrill of trying to rile you up was enough to keep him excited to try.

You had somehow managed to slip away from the small group that had Jonathan cornered, his eyes searched for you across the room, as the men in front of him continued their dull conversation. There you are. You had clearly just come from the bar, a tall glass in hand as you let your eyes wander over the room, stopping on the paintings along the walls. Truth be told Jonathan would feel happy enough to simply watch you from a distance, your beauty was always something that had him catching his breath each time he looked at you.

You felt Jonathan behind you before you heard him speak. "You abandoned me" He spoke low again, his lips not as close as before but close enough to have the hairs on the back of your neck prick up.

"You seemed to be doing alright"

"I don't appreciating you playing so hard to get...especially given how much effort I'm putting in to trying not to get hard while looking at you" Lord above this man would be the death of you, you turned your head towards him, catching him playing innocent as he met your. gaze.

"Have you gone mad?" Of all the time for Jonathan to be trying his new found technique to get you in the mood, now was certainly not the time! But the boyish smirk that pulled at his lips made you think that no matter where you happened to be at this moment, nothing was going to stop him.

"I think that one" Jonathan nodded his head towards a door positioned near the back of the room, out of the many doors that lined the walls between painting in the room, this one was likely the easiest to take and not be seen. "Given that it isn't locked of course, but I have a good feeling"

"You can't just wander around!" You whispered back to him. "One, people will notice you've gone-"

"After a while"

"And two, we can't just walk into whatever room we please, certainly not to do what you have in mind! What if someone catches us?"

"What if the sky falls on our heads? What if Priwen storms in and burns me at the stake? What if's are too boring for tonight my dear, and I have had the last three hours of nothing but boring so... shall we?"

Before you could even argue Jonathan had gripped your wrist and walked towards the door with much more confidence than you could muster. The creeping paranoia that someone would see you both sneaking away was almost enough to have you fighting against his pull. But before you knew it Jonathan had turned the knob on the door and pushed you both through it.

The hallways was dark, lit only by the moon light that came in through the windows on one side of the space, more doors lined the walls on the other side. "See? if it was in use tonight they would have lit it up" Jonathan walked forward leaving you by the doors you'd just come through. The first door he tried was locked, with a purse of his lips he moved onto the next one. "Hmm, a linen closet?" Again he moved onto the next, seemingly unhappy with this one also.

"Jonathan..."

"Perfect!" He motioned you over with a flick of his hand, only allowing you to get so close before pulling you once more through a door and into what looked like a small - very small - laundry room. Shelves covered one side of the room, an assortment of sheets and towels were folded neatly in stacks.

"Perfect? Oh lord if this is what you're calling perfect right now then you must have slipped a few marbles out, are you sure you're feeling alright?" Jonathan pulled the door closed quietly before reaching for a wooden chair sat off to the right of the room (presumably used when the servants were polishing or sewing) and fitting it under the handle, effectively locking you both in, and more importantly locking people out.

"There!" Jonathan turned to you, the boyish grin back. He gripped you by the hips moving you slowly backwards until you bumped into the counter top lining the other half of the room. You felt weightless for a moment as Jonathan lifted you onto the counter, his hands quickly pushing up your dress enough for his to stand between your thighs. "This is much better" His voice depended as he leaned forward, pressing his lips for your neck and trailing kisses up towards your jaw. "Do you know how difficult it has been for me tonight to see you dressed this way?"

Not that you imagined he wanted answer, but you wouldn't have been able to speak even if he had. Your mind was entirely too focused on the way Jonathan's hands travelled up your thighs, pushing under the bunched up fabric of your dress. "So many men were looking at you... I had a mind to let the beast take over....the walls would have looked better red"

You let yourself shiver fully, the idea of Jonathan being enraged at other men looking at you had you reaching out behind you, looking for support to keep you upright as he continued to lean over you. You felt the most subtle scrap of his fangs against your neck before he spoke again. "Will you let me have you? God I want you"

His voice grew deeper as lust quickly consumed him, his grip tightening on you as he lifted you again, just high enough to quickly slip your underwear down your legs. You couldn't even help yourself now as your hands slipped around the back of Jonathan's neck, pulling him in for a kiss that was entirely too needy and downright messy as you both started grabbing at each other. Your hands clashed with Jonathans as you both reached for his belt, but with a chuckle you both managed to free him, already so firm and ready.

Jonathan pulled you closer to the edge of the counter and by doing so, closer to him. "If we get caught-"

"Shh we won't" Jonathan nipped playfully at your bottom lip before lining himself up and pushing into slowly, his eyes closing as you enveloped him. "Christ you feel good" Hearing Jonathan's words of praise in this setting was new to you, he was far too much of a gentleman to whisper filth into your ear. But apparently those days were over.

Your gentle moans filled the small space as Jonathan moved against you, whispering and groaning against your neck, letting his fangs nip you in-between words. God knows if you weren't at a party you would tell him to bite down, to drink as he took you. It was almost as if Jonathan had the same thought as a broken whine tore out of him and his hips began moving faster.

You kept one arm behind you, using both the wall and counter top for support while the other pulled Jonathan closer to you, your lips finding his for another messy kiss. You knew it couldn't last forever but you desperately wanted it to, especially when Jonathan was being as vocal as he was.

He wasn't even sure what he was saying now, he'd lost the sense to form full sentences when you started rocking back against him, meeting his thrusts, your hand in his hair gripping and pulling him closer to deepen your already wild kiss. But Jonathan did know you were both so close, he could feel how tight you'd become around him, your face moved to press against his shoulder as you tried to conceal the moans that were falling from your lips.

You came with a shuddering gasp, you grip on each other tightening as Jonathan followed. It was only a few moments of you both regaining your senses before you pulled apart. Your eyes looked over Jonathan and a small smirk pulled at your lips at the sight of him, his hair messed and falling out of place, his tie and shirt was pulled and wrinkled but his fangs were what had your eyes lingering, they were extended, just visible as he looked back at you.

"You look a sight" Jonathan chuckled before righting himself and his clothes as best as he could, pushing his hair back with his hand before reaching forward to help you down from the counter. You started straightening yourself up as Jonathan bent down to retrieve your underwear from the floor. You reached for them but he pulled them back out of reach. Jonathan watched as confusion washed over your face before quickly tugging the fabric into his pocket.

"You cannot be serious"

Jonathan simply shrugged. "You wouldn't need them for long anyway" You huffed a disbelieving laugh at the man before you as he stood smugly by the door about to remove the chair he'd used to lock the door.

"Jonathan?" You both froze. Edgar. He didn't shout but he definitely spoke loudly enough for you both to hear him and be sure of who it was. Your eyes snapped to Jonathan, a clear I told you so, written all over your face.

Jonathan couldn't help it, he started smiling, and then giggling, covering his mouth with his hand so that Edgar - who was walking closer and closer to the door that hid you - wouldn't hear. You couldn't believe this, you couldn't believe him.

It took a few moments and a brief amount of panic when Edgar tried to the barricaded door before his footsteps receded down the hall. and then another few moments before either of you felt safe enough to crack open the door to see if the coast was clear. "See? I told you we'd be fine"

"Jonathan he will know as soon as he takes a look at us what we've been doing!"

"So you're telling me we should sneak out of one of the windows and go home? Excellent idea" You shook your head but you couldn't help the smile that grew on your face as you watched Jonathan check every single window on the way back down the hall to the party, just in case you could plot another great escape.

#vampyr #vampyr game #dr jonathan reid #jonathan reid #jonathan vampyr #vampyr 2018 #jonathan reid x reader

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yezzyyae · 8 months

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I forgot how much Aaron Hotchner was one of my biggest crushes until this week. Omggggg I used to rewind the scene in season 3 episode 14 when Hotchner and Dr.Reid was at the jail interviewing a serial killer and they was locked in the room. Omgg when Hotchner take off his suit coat and tie as he says his monologue 🤤I was soo turned on from that scene like yess Hotchner yesss FBI unit chief yesss save Dr.Reid and curse that serial killer out!!!! Like I know Hotchner was a BOSS from that scene ☺️

Chester Hardwick: While you were doing your research, maybe a question or two about security tones would have been a good idea.

Aaron Hotchner: I heard the tones.

Chester Hardwick: So you planned to be locked inside with me, with no guns or weapons.

Aaron Hotchner: I won't need a gun.

Chester Hardwick: There's no way they're gonna execute me next week, not after I kill two FBI agents. You saved my life by coming here.

Aaron Hotchner: But unfortunately for you, I'm not a 5-foot-tall, hundred-pound girl.

[taking off his blazer and tie]

Aaron Hotchner: All your life, you've gone after victims who couldn't fight back. And the rest of the time you spent looking over your shoulder, worried about the knock on the door, scared that somebody like me would be on the other side waiting to put you away. At your core, you're a coward.

#handsome #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #season3episode14

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jeweledeyez-0 · 7 months

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Even though I haven't played the game yet, this part reminds me of the final battle between Ash and the player in titanfall 2. I know Ash was probably thinking it's all up to me now and I will be the one to end the player and bring end the capture.

I could see this as Andromeda questioning xhe's (how the fuck you make that shit plural???) own betrayal with xhe's crew and feeling "guilty" (more like bad) about what happened.

I could also see this as a response from Ash! The voiceline of her's where she says "Clear your mind let nothing distract you." Or "Somethings whispering in your ear disracting you. Silence it."

I feel as if Ash would tell Andromeda "Would you have rather died a painful slow death with people who were [objectively] beneath you or would you have rather dug yourself out and be here today?"Also find that last part to be interesting considering her relationship with her pet rat.

This is just how I view Ash/Dr.Reid as a whole. It was said that she grew up on the "cold unforgiving frontier" so she probably had to do what she had to do to survive. It also reminds how Ash treated Dr. Reid when she was awoken. Ash said that she was weak and that she allowed them/her to be broken, and it's interesting how Dr. Reid can't give a full response as to why she failed.

100% just Dr. Reid. That scene where she's bleeding out on the table and she tells the people around her to go forward with the operation, how she's willingly to do anything to ensure her survival. (And I really like how the song emphasizes the "I'm gonna make it" part because she is going to make it and she did!)

Anyways sorry being biseuxal I just love her!!!

#🎴.talking #.ashes to ash #apex legends #ash apex legends #apex ash #i hope my apex mutual doesn't see this and think I'm cringe 🤗#also this wasn't even the right lyric thing i just got distracted #f/o posting #romantic f/o

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only-one-brain-cell · 5 months

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Rothchild: where’s Dr.Reid?

Rossi: busy 😠

#criminal minds #criminal minds 4x8 #potato rewatches criminal minds

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kyanitesaphire · 2 years

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Spencer Reid heart charms. I think I prefer the "Dr.Reid" one personally

#criminal minds #crafts #shrinkydinks #spencer reid #cellphone charms #diy

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therewasatale · 2 years

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scratch

On Ao3.

Summary: Jonathan takes care of his progeny.

Note: Based on @moonlitravingsofthestoryteller prompt Yes, same prompt, but different ship. Enjoy.

"It's just a scratch, I'm fine."

"It looks deeper than a scratch."

"I can assure you, Dr.Reid, I'm fine."

"Sean, I'm here to help. Please, let me see your wrist." Jonathan didn't like to push, but he had the chance to catch a glance of his progeny's hand.

The Sad Saint hesitated. His fingers slowly played with the edge of the gauze.

"All right." He finally nodded.

"Well then, please, take a seat." Jonathan pulled out one of the chairs and waited. "I always have my most important equipment’s with me."

Sean did as he was told, carefully watching the doctor's every movement. He still had to get used to it, the thoughts, the feelings, the yearning. Being this close to Jonathan made him feel safe, and he never wanted to leave his side. The shame didn't wait for long to follow these notions and create a sinking feeling in his stomach.

His own feelings left himself confused.

"I wouldn’t do anything that you wouldn’t feel right about. Please, as soon as you feel uncomfortable, let me know."

"I will, thank you, Dr.Reid."

"Call me Jonathan." He answered with a half-smile.

"Jonathan." Sean repeated the name and it felt nice. The Lord sent a really interesting Ekon to help him. "Thank you."

"So, tell me, what happened?" Jonathan sat down in front of him and took the Sad Saint’s hand. He carefully started to roll down the bandage from it.

"Mr.Greenroad showed up with his family tonight. They asked for a place to stay for the night after they couldn't pay for their lease any more. I accommodated them, however their son, Eric, decided to wander out of the building at night to look for adventure. His parents were asleep, but I was able to see him get out, thanks to my new powers." He glanced at the Ekon.

"A brave little kid, a bit too brave, perhaps. At other times it might not have been a problem." He put the used and bloody gauze aside. The bite mark was still visible on the back of the Sean’s hand. Two deeper marks, they might have penetrated the muscles and even damaged the bone underneath. The injury had mostly healed, but it wasn't complete yet.

"Well, what's your diagnosis, doctor?"

"Skal bite, it could have broken at least three bones in your hand, the canine teeth pierced the muscle and badly torn it. It's a wonder you got away with only this much."

Sean glanced down at his injured hand. "I was stronger. I didn't-, I wasn't able to kill it, I couldn't. But I chased it away." Their eyes met in silence.

It was impossible to tell what Jonathan was actually thinking, but Sean didn't feel any strong emotions from him either.

Another curse or gift; he was able to feel in the middle of the night the Ekon's pain or anger. For the first time Sean couldn't focus on anything else, his instincts screamed at him to find Jonathan and help him. He had to force back himself from the entrance of the shelter. He tried to occupy himself as much as he was able to. But it wasn't enough, nothing seemed ever enough.

"But it wasn't all of my diagnosis, so the rest is," Jonathan took out a tiny bottle and a roll of fresh gauze. He started to clean out the wound. "A too adventurous young boy, and a very brave man who was ready to help the aforementioned boy. You did good, Sean."

"You don't need to flatter me, Jonathan. You've already got me on my knees."

The Ekon's smile faded, and he turned his gaze back on Sean's hand instead.

The guilt tightened inside of his chest like a gripping hand, but it wasn't only his own.

"I'm sorry, doctor. I was just-"

"No, you're right. I made a mistake when I turned you, I shouldn't have done that. I stepped over a line."

Sean tried to shake the feeling off, but it only got worse. "Jonathan-"

"At least, I'm glad it worked, and you can protect your flock." He cleared his throat. "And you can heal."

"…but?" He knew what was coming next.

"But, you have to take some blood to heal. You know that."

Sean couldn't look in his eyes. Of course, he knew that.

"Sean?"

"I-, I didn't have the occasion, to-" he couldn't convince himself. And his maker still waited for his answer. "I just couldn't bring myself to take blood." He sighed. "I didn't have the time to search for bodies..."

"Sean, it's all right, I understand." He slowly put his hand on the Saint's. "Do you need my assistance?"

Sean winced as warmth spread around his body. "No." He swallowed. "I will manage." His whole mind screamed the opposite at him. His stomach twisted from hunger. There were nights when he dreamed about his maker. The doctor showed up, and shared his blood with him again. And every time he woke up, he was able to taste Jonathan's blood in his mouth.

Old Bridget was right, when he became a Skal the flesh and blood eased his hunger, but it was nothing compared to the Ekon's blood.

"Sean." Jonathan gently squeezed his hand, so Sean finally dragged his mind back to the present.

"I'm-, I'm sorry. It's just not easy for now. My mind trying to adjust to this new body, and new cravings." He let out a sigh, the Ekon patiently waited for him to continue. Again, he was so tender and kind, he felt like a different person. "Your blood transformed me, and healed most of my wounds, but the hunger while lessened still remains, and..." he had to swallow again. "I can sense your discomfort, and other strong feelings. I have to learn about them. Forgive me, I'm mumbling."

"No, you don't have to apologize. I understand, this connection between us is making you uneasy. It's a new experience for me too, but please let me know if you have anything on your mind. You're my progeny and I want to take good care of you, as your maker, and your doctor."

Sean sounded almost amused. "What a strange man you're, Dr.Reid."

"I take it as a compliment." Jonathan smiled, it reached his eyes, filling the icy-blue with kindness. "Your hand will heal, if you want I can provide some of my blood. Don't worry you won’t have to bite me." He carefully adjusted the fresh bandage.

"You didn't seem to mind the first time." Sean suddenly bit into his own lips.

"Oh?"

"Forgive me, I-, this is different, I still have to get used to it." He rubbed his reddening cheeks, to chase the blush away.

"No, I mean, I understand."

They sat in an embarrassed silence. It only broke when Sean let out a small chuckle. Finally, his guilt and worry began to melt away.

"Sean?" Jonathan couldn't help but smile.

"I'm sorry, I just realized that most of these things are new, and unknown even for you. That's reassuring."

"Well, yes." The Ekon slowly rubbed his neck. "I was turned only three days ago."

"And yet here you're, trying to help others."

Jonathan tried wave this off. "I'm a doctor, of course I try to help. This is why I studied for years."

"And I'm really glad that you were the one who turned me, the Lord sent you to me."

Embarrassment? Sean almost reached towards his chest as his heart sped up a little.

"I'm not sure about it, Sean. But, I'm glad you don't hate me, even if you would have every reason to. After how I acted that night." Jonathan gently patted his arm and stood up.

"I don't hate you." The Sad Saint stepped in front of him, his chair almost felt over behind him. "I-, I understand you had to, it's just-" he felt silent.

"Thank you."

Long fingers caressed his chin, making Sean shiver. He had to close his eyes, as he felt the blush spread around his cheek.

"Please, take care of yourself. And let me know if you ever need me."

He had to swallow back the answer, instead he just slowly nodded.

"I will come back tomorrow, but right now my patients are waiting for me."

The doctor's fingers slightly touched his lips. "You did good, I'm proud of you."

He almost failed to notice the tiny kiss on his lips. His hearth hammered in his ears.

"I have to go now."

Finally, Sean opened his eyes, he felt a twinge of emptiness wash over him as the Ekon pulled his hands away.

"I understand." The Sad Saint tried to hide his disappointment in his voice. "I will wait for your return."

Jonathan gave him a smile filled with warmth. "I will hurry back. Have a good night, Sean."

"You too, Jonathan." He watched the Ekon leave, following him with his eyes as long as he was able to with his new vampire powers. Then he turned away to try to get himself occupied.

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