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aliceblisss · 2 years

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i was wondering if you could do a part 2 for the undercover couple one ? I LOVED IT SM

Yes I most definitely can! Sorry this took so long but here it is; enjoy!

AN: IM FINALLY POSTING THIS AAAHHHH SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG

CW: dom Spence, unprotected sex, lil bit of degradation, pet name (kitten), rough sex

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It has been the most torturous 3 days of my life.

Having to work with Spencer and act like everything is normal has been insanely hard. Our dynamic has changed completely.

Usually we have our banter and everyday arguments. I don’t like him. He doesn’t like me. And that’s the way things are.

But now every snarky comment comes charged with sexual tension. Every look, every slight touch feels more intense than it should. I get flustered around him, something that never happened before. And I hate it. I hate all of it.

All because we kissed. Well technically he kissed me; so really it’s his fault.

Spencer. Ugh.

I hate him now. I hate him because the kiss was so good. I hate him because he’s invaded my thoughts. Every time I look at him I think of his lips on mine, his hands wrapped around me, me grabbing onto his perfect head of hair.

Shit. Since when does Spencer Reid have sex appeal?

I’m standing in the kitchen making myself a coffee and I feel the presence of someone behind me; it’s Spencer.

He stands right behind me and says lowly, “You’re in the way”

I ignore him.

He sighs and simply leans forward to reach over me for a mug in the top cabinet. His body is practically pressing against mine and I freeze in place. The way he towers over me makes my mind run wild with very inappropriate scenarios.

God y/n snap out of it.

“Must you always be a nuisance?” He mumbled.

“Must you always be an uptight prick?” I mumbled back.

He dropped his spoon and inhaled sharply through his nose, clearly irritated.

I sneak a glance at him and notice his under eye circles are deeper and darker than usual.

“You look like hell” I say.

“Gee thanks y/n! I feel like it too” he said sarcastically.

He was pissed. There was definitely something else going on because I had barely said anything and he was already in a mood.

“Wow, the stick is really up your ass today huh?” I spoke without a second thought. And when I saw the death glare he sent me I regretted it; I regret poking the bear.

His eyes pierced my soul as he stepped forward, eliminating the distance between us and towering over me. He looked like he wanted to say something but didn’t. He looked like he wanted to grab me but didn’t.

I watched as his hand flexed and closed into a firm fist, then fell onto the counter next to me. He took a deep breath and quickly left without saying a word.

I was frozen in place once again, dazed, confused, and slightly turned on for some reason.

~~~

It’s been a slow day of just paperwork. For the first time in weeks we don’t have a case. A case would be handy right about now to keep my mind off Spencer.

I’ve been mostly day dreaming and trying to sneak glances at him. He seems to be focused on his work and it’s so sexy.

He’s rolled up the sleeves of his button up shirt, exposing his forearms. They’re stronger and veiner than I expected.

I watch the way he licks his lips every few minutes, the way he rubs his temple with his middle finger when he’s stumped on something, the way he occasionally runs his hands through his messy hair.

I’m getting all hot n’ bothered in my desk at 2:34 in the afternoon. This is ridiculous.

I abruptly stand up and stomp over to García’s lair.

I burst in, “García give me something to do”

“Don’t you have like tons of paperwork?” She turns around in her swivel chair.

“Yes,” I begrudgingly admit, “but it’s boring. I need something else. Anything.”

She sighs and looks over her desk to see if she can find something for me to do. “Oh!” She exclaims.

“Here,” she rolls over to me with a flash drive in her hand. “There’s some files in here we need to print”

I scrunch up my face in confusion, “What for?”

“Small town police station that only uses paper and the one computer they do have is older than Rossi” she rolls her eyes.

I can’t help but laugh, “Okay Pen, you got it”

I take the flash drive and walk out as I hear her very enthusiastic “Thank youuuu!” from behind me.

~~~

There’s a lot of files to print so I’m in the copy room for a while. This is somehow even more boring than the paperwork.

After about fifteen minutes I hear the door open behind me and an annoyed scoff.

I wonder who it could be.

Of course it’s Spencer Reid, the very man I’m trying to escape.

I sigh, “What are you doing here Reid?” I keep my back to him.

“I came here to work out—what do you think I’m doing here y/n?” He said very sarcastically.

It’s the second time he’s been extra nasty towards me today and not in a good way.

“Okay what’s your issue?” I blurt out, turning to face him only to find him just a few centimeters away from my face.

“It’s quite simple; you” he replies.

I scoff. “Look I know you don’t like me, I don’t like you either. But if you have an actual problem with me just say so. Don’t go around being all passive aggressive with me; I’m not JJ”

His mouth fell slightly open and he glared at me. I glared back.

“Yeah I have a problem with you y/n, in fact I have many. So many I wouldn’t even know where to start”

“Well start somewhere bud because I have plenty of time” I cross my arms over my chest and lift up my chin. We’re still quite close to each other and I’m backed up against the printer.

He nods while pursing his lips as he looks away for a second. He looks back at me and gets closer, lower, and says lowly, “You really wanna know my problem with you?”

I gulp. Admittedly I’m all bark and little bite. And seeing the dark look on Spencer’s face is making me very nervous.

“The memory of your lips on mine. How good it felt. How much I wanna do it again,” he pushed me fully up against the printer and placed both his hands on it at my sides, getting at eye level with me.

“How much I wanna taste more of you” he practically whispered now as he stared at my lips. “And I hate that I can’t get you out of my head y/n. It drives me insane. I couldn’t sleep last night. Instead my head was flooded with how much I want—no, need you”

“Spencer I-” I can’t even remember what I was trying to say. All I remember is Spencer cutting me off with a kiss. A quick yet deep kiss that left me wanting more.

He pulled away and said, “Meet me in the men’s bathroom in the hallway with no cameras in eight minutes. Make sure nobody sees you” and walked out.

“What the fuck just happened?” I whispered to myself as my lips tingled with the phantom feeling of his lips.

Am I really gonna meet him in the bathroom? If I do what’s gonna happen? Well I have an idea of what could happen; it’s precisely what I’ve been day dreaming of non stop. I wanna go. I wanna do bad things with that man.

Once the eight minutes are up I decide I’m gonna wait one minute more and see what happens. He seems like the type that would punish me for being late. He already berates me about my tardiness daily.

Now that nine minutes have passed I leave the copy room and make sure nobody is around. I make my way to the hallway with no cameras and once I’m sure nobody will catch me I walk into the men’s room.

As soon as I open the door a strong hand pulls me in by my arm and then pushes me up against the wall. Spencer immediately locks the door. He puts one hand on the wall next to my head and another next to my waist.

He leans in, “You’re a minute late”

“Upset I made you wait?” I tease.

“I don’t think you realize how badly I want you y/n. I’m not even ashamed of admitting it anymore. And since you came in here I can assume you want me too, is that right?”

I nod as I stare into his lust filled eyes. He grabs my waist and pulls me closer.

“Use your words kitten” he growls.

I can feel the wetness in my panties grow more and more. “Yes, I want you Spencer” my voice betrays me so it comes out as a whisper.

He smirks devilishly before pulling me in more and kissing me again. This time it’s hungrier, desperate. We both pull at each other’s clothes to somehow get closer to each other. There’s a growing heat between us and it’s taking over.

He grabs my ass with both hands then moves them to my thighs to lift me up; my legs are now wrapped around his hips and I can feel his hard arousal.

The kiss is sloppy with tongues tangled and teeth clashing. Fingers tangled in hair and moans trapped in the middle of it all. It’s chaotic to say the least but we both need more.

He moves us over to the sink tabletop and plops me down; my legs still straddling him. He unbuttons my shirt clumsily and I breathe out, “If you rip my shirt I’ll kill you” and he chuckled. But it was dark, as if he took it as a challenge. Thankfully though he didn’t rip my shirt.

Instead I was met with his warm sweet mouth on my skin. He kissed and licked up my stomach and chest. He pulled my bra down and I could’ve sworn I heard a small whimper escape his lips at the sight of my breasts.

But the moans escaping my lips were undeniable as he sucked softly on my nipples. My vision was blurry. I was overwhelmed with lust for the last man I ever expected to feel lust for. Yet here I am, at his mercy, buckling my hips frantically, desperate for more.

He stopped and looked up at me, “Easy kitten, we’ll get there” with a smirk that made me want to slap him across the face.

“Stop teasing me Reid” I said through gritted teeth.

He got up and said, “Okay,” as he traced his finger up my core, “but you can’t make any noise”

This motherfucker.

And so he started tracing circles over my clit through my pants. I was so sensitive, every nerve was aching for his touch. He began kissing me again. And I had to make him suffer so I started palming his dick through his pants.

I felt him shudder and heard him groan, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“You bitch” he breathed out in between heavy panting. I simply smiled again and said, “No noise”

He grunted in annoyance but buckled his hips into my hand, craving more friction. And it was as if we read each other’s thoughts when we began taking each other’s pants off at the same time.

We continued kissing as we lined up our bodies, we were both too turned on to keep waiting. I pumped his dick which was fully erect to the point where it almost looked painful and oozing with precum. He started panting loudly so I put my finger up to his lips and said, “Shh, no noise” with a cocky grin.

“Oh yeah?” he replied. And next thing I know he was lifting me onto his dick.

He’s…big, to say the least. So it hurt, but it was the good kinda pain. I moaned, loudly. He quickly placed a hand over my mouth and smiled at me as he slowly thrusted into me.

I had to keep my eyes from rolling back as the waves of pleasure washed over me. My entire body was tingling. His thrusts started getting faster and faster and I was already nearing my climax.

I don’t know what was blowing my mind more; how good he was fucking me or the fact that the man fucking me this good was Dr. Spencer Reid.

Suddenly we hear a stern knock at the door followed by a, “Reid, you in there?”. It was Hotch.

Shit shit shit

Reid took a second to compose himself well enough to respond, “Yeah! Sorry I think I had some bad Thai food last night.” But he hasn’t stopped. He’s still fucking me into oblivion. I’m holding onto his neck and shoulders for dear life.

“It’s alright I just need you to verify something for me from today’s paper work so I can send it” Hotch replies from the other side of the door.

“Okay I’ll be out in a minute!” Reid replies and we hear Hotch’s footsteps getting farther away.

I look at him and say, “A minute?”

He looks back at me and grins, “I said I’d be out in a minute, you and I will be done in 30 seconds”

My brain was mush at that point, his thrusts were getting harder and deeper.

“Count back, 25, 24,” he started.

“23, 22, 21–shit Spence, 19” I continued but I could barely form words.

He was hitting my g spot over and over again. I threw my head back and moaned the numbers, “15, 14, 13–oh Spencer!”

He covered my mouth again and continued counting for me, though I could tell he was struggling, his knees were getting shaky and his thrusts sloppy.

He kissed me once more before there were only five seconds left. “5, 4, 3, 2–oh!” he gasped as we both came together.

I was almost screaming but it was muffled by his hand as my orgasm crashed my body and caused me to shake and spasm. His knees gave out and he fell forward.

We held each other as we both caught our breath and I could feel his cum oozing out of my pussy.

Once he regained some strength he straightened himself and put his pants back on. He then quickly got paper with water and helped me clean off.

Once he was done with that he checked himself in the mirror one last time, gave me a wink with a cocky smirk and left without another word; leaving me speechless and satisfied this time.

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insufferablelust · 4 years

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hi, uhm can I maybe request a dom!Spencer x sub!reader where they had a pretty intense session the night before, nothing they haven't done before, but the reader goes deep into subdrop when Spencer is at work and hesitates to call him but does it anyways?

Hello! thank you so much for the request, i really enjoyed writing this baby up although, this concept will have different vers, one is the dirtier with obvious smut which is this one and the other one- which is full of fluffs should be uploaded tomorrow. Thank you again, Love, D.

Warnings : Dom!Spencer x Sub!Reader, Daddy kink, Subdrop, subspace, DDLG undertones, all the characters are 21+ years old, Tiny bit of degradation, soft and rough sex at the same time, its just so cute yet fucking filthy.

MASTERLIST

when Y/N woke up this morning, she never thought she would get to the point of crying out of frustration and desperation. She woke up with an arm around her waist, warm breathing against the back of her neck, and a hard on that pressed against her bum.

She giggled then, feeling how her boyfriend grinds his hips against her in his sleep. Spencer was letting out grunts and groans, which you appreciate because that shows how much he wants you even in his sleep. Last night’s events tire the both of you to no end, it was your second anniversary and after a candlelit dinner underneath the stars, you both spent the rest of the night making love— or rather, fucking. hard. everywhere you could possibly think of.

Y/N and Spencer had recently moved into a new apartment together as an anniversary present for the both of them. Spencer called last night’s activities was a way for them to christened the place, laid their claim on it, which Y/N thought was silly but still giggled with him anyway. The sex was amazing, as always, Spencer was rough just as how she likes it, but something about last night was so good— so good that it almost becomes too much.

It was rather clear that their dynamics are always harmonious; most of the times Y/N is the submissive, and Spencer loves it. Last night showed how much control he has over her, starting by telling her to take off her panties at the restaurant and to place them on top of the desk before stuffing them inside his suit pocket, to fucking her against every available surface imaginable inside their apartment, resulting in a pretty intense sub drop from Y/N and a very concerned yet caring Spencer.

Reid knows just how much she could take it, and he had to admit that he was really pushing her limits, but she trusts her to always say her safe word if she ever feels like its too much. From the way her lips quivered, her thighs trembled, her body shook, and her voice high pitched calling him spew of, “daddy.. sir.. i love you, ‘m a good girl right?” whilst her eyes burning holes onto his own suggests just how deep she was inside her sub space.

So, they both did their usual after care routine, and Spencer managed to coaxed her out of the intense head space an hour later after reading her 3 different books. Y/N’s head was definitely clearer yet she still feels fuzzy and almost as if she was flying, deep down she knew that she was still inside that space—practically swimming in them but she refused it, knowing how tired Spencer must be from spoiling her that night, so she convinced him that she was back, she was a big girl.

And their night ended at that, with them wrapping their arms around each other and asleep, though one thing for sure was all that Y/N could think of are ways to please him, and to be good for him.

———

so when Spencer was practically grind himself against her backside, she immediately thought that she needed to please him— not that she minds, its just that it was so early, and her headspace becomes more fuzzy, almost blurring the lines of submission play and actual submission in life.

She turned around as Spencer woke up from his deep slumber, grunting a small “Baby” that instantly has her clenching her thighs, she leaned down to nip at his neck softly as her fingers move down to trail themselves all over his crotch, earning a pleased hum from the sleepy man beside her.

“Being such a good girl for me, it’s so early too.” He rasped, making you more needy than before, you lived off of the praises he gave you—always has even if you’re not in the headspace, she’s a sucker for compliments and praises especially from her wonderful boyfriend and daddy.

“Just for you.. daddy.”

He should’ve caught it then, the way she clings into him, the way she practically begged to have him in her mouth, the way she drools all over his cock, the way she cries as he fucked her nice and hard that morning, the way her eyes focused solely on his, the way her moans are all high pitched whines that sounded like a kitten, or the way she begged for him to leave bruising marks on her body— as a way to remind herself— and him, or everybody that dared to look at his beautiful baby that she’s his only.

He fucked her almost as hard as he did the night before, the adrenaline clearly still affects him in more ways than one. When they both cums, Y/N just trembled like a leaf inside his hold, her lips sucking on his thumb like it was her favorite pacifier— it actually is.

“Gonna be okay, little one?” The way he had asked sent her to an alerting state, she knew automatically that he needed to go to work, and in order for him to do his job, she’ll need to stay home and wait for him like a good girl, daddy’s good girl.

“Mhm! yes yeah!” Her voice was still super high pitched, which he seemed to take a notice but decided to let it pass because he heard his phone rang then and there, signaling that there might be a case. So he pressed a small kiss on her lips after he had cleaned them up and goes downstairs to pick up the phone leaving Y/N all alone, showered and fresh yet still way too fuzzy.

Her lips pouted, looking for an excuse to just huff at her boyfriend for being so busy on a friday morning, but she knew if she gets too clingy, he’ll be late— late means suspension— suspension means.. so many childish thoughts ran through her mind as she whined out loud before getting up, knuckling her eyes and head down to the kitchen to make the both of them breakfast.

——

As Y/N managed to plate the pancakes messily, Spencer hurriedly went to the bar sitting counter and smiled as he admired the sight in front of him, “You look so good, it’s a shame that we have a case..” He mumbled as he sipped on his coffee, clearly not noticing how Y/N stopped her movement altogether, as she trembled a bit before scolding herself inside.

“umm.. will it be uh a long one?” He could immediately tell from her distinct voice that there’s something wrong, with furrowed eyebrows, he stood up, rolled his sleeves and then hug her waist from behind to place an adoring kiss on top of her head.

“It’s local, don’t think it’ll be that long— are you going to be okay, princess?” He cooed,

Y/N desperately wanted to say No! no she won’t be okay cause she needs him to be her safe haven, she needs his love, affection and warmth— she needs her daddy. But the voices disturbed her from her needs, scolding her to not be clingy and annoying and that she would have to be a big girl today, so she took a sharp breath and tried to deepened her voice, “No, no at all honey. Just get back home as- um soon as you can..”

She cringed at the tone as it was as fake as it could get, and of course her boyfriend noticed it yet before he could make any comments, his phone rang again, and he sighed, “I promise as soon as we find the unsub, i’ll come home to you.” He smiled, pressing a hurried kiss on your lips, before grabbing a slice of pancake and ran out the door with a “love you!” as he closed it.

This is definitely going to be a long day.

After Spencer had left, and done munching your pancakes, you grabbed your phone then hurried upstairs to bury your face on his pillow to pick up any of his calming scent.

It was primal really, your needs for him is always primal— where you need your fix soon or you could go crazy. And this is one of those times where you just want to be taken care of and fucked to oblivion. Your thighs tighten against themselves as your mind drifted back to last night’s events— you could still feel the burning sensation of his length stretching your cunt, and the dull pain on the mark right on top of your pulse.

Y/N wanted so desperately to touch herself, just have some sort of release, but her submissiveness never allowed her to do so as she remembered the rules her boyfriend— her dominant has laid out for her,

‘Tell me whenever you feel fuzzy, small, or any type of head space, communication is key.’

‘Absolutely no touching and no cumming unless it’s under my permission and mine only.’

As she feels her sweet nectar dripped onto the sheets, her trembling fingers reached out to grab her phone and call Spencer immediately. After no more than two ringings, his voice rang through her ears like molasses.

“Hey baby, are you okay? are you hurt? i’m just finishing up here— turns out they got the guy to confessed even before we arrived.” Gigantic amount of relieve washes over you as you tried not to sound off your whines, surely hearing the way he was stuffing his belongings onto his satchel.

“No dad- i mean no um no si- ugh i mean no i’m not hurt but i..” you stopped midway, holding back a painful whimper as you grind your hips into the mattress and feel the overwhelming pleasure that comes from it- upon hearing the estranged whimper, Spencer stopped his movement altogether and voiced out his worries.

“Hey hey little tiger, slow down. Shh, you can tell me whats wrong okay?” He bit his lips as he thought of her, and suddenly realizing what this must be, “Hey kitten, just talk to daddy okay? daddy’s here.” He looked around to see that nobody’s around him on the elevator before saying it to you.

His confirmation was proven by the choked out cries you let out suddenly, muttering ‘daddy please! need you!’ and nuzzling your nose deeper into his pillow to fill every fiber of your soul with his scent.

Spencer would be lying if he said that he wasn’t turned on beyond belief as he hopped inside his car and quickly turning his engine on; yet he also feels stupid and useless as a dom; a boyfriend to have left his girl, his sensitive fuzzy minded girl alone without taking care or pay enough attention to her state.

“Shh princess hey hey..” He tried to calm her down, as he sped down the road— but hearing his voice made her cry even louder for him, for him to come home. “Y/N, quit it right fucking now.” He demanded, voice laced thick with faux authority- he didn’t mean to be so harsh but he needed her to stop crying so he could take care of her, he could sworn that his heart break as he heard her sudden gasp with a following, “Sorry sir, ‘m sorry.”

“Listen to me, i’m on my way home okay? i need you to stay on the phone with daddy. Can you do that, little one?” He cooed gently, making sure to punctuate every single word so her fuzzy mind could make an actual sense out of his words.

——

When Spencer arrived to their shared room, his inner caregiver was screaming at himself for not paying enough attention to her. There she is, his gorgeous girlfriend’s body— laid face and belly down on top of their satin sheets, as she rocks her hips into tiny cute movements that made him cooed.

Y/N turned around when she feels his warming presence beside her, quickly letting out a choked out whimper as she shuffled close to him and nuzzle her nose onto her thighs before Reid scooped the frazzled girl into his lap and buried her face on his neck.

“Shh shh, there she is, there’s my good girl.” He whispered gently, rocking both of them on the bed, her cries died down quickly as she nuzzled her nose deeper into the crook of her boyfriend’s neck, her limbs were sprawled out all over him.

“Sorry daddy.. i didn’t— i didn’t mean to disturb you or or— please don’t punish me,” Spencer’s heart breaks once more at the soft tone of his girlfriend, gently cupping her face on both palm as he smiled and shook his head, pressing measly kisses all over her face.

“Of course i won’t punish you baby, you’ve been so good, my best girl.” Her small giggles instantly melt him, as he leaned in to kiss her lips softly, savoring her neediness and desire, practically sucking her soul with every tantalizing bite and suck of his tongue on hers.

Y/N couldn’t help to move her hips against his crotch greedily, spewing out squeaks of whimpers and whines onto his lips. Spencer groaned harshly as he feels his cock harden underneath her touch, pulling back from her lips as he reached his palm downwards to cup her clothed gently, causing her to gasped out loud- “Oh! Daddy!” to which Spencer hummed, and starts to rub his large palm directly on top of her clit.

His long slender fingers slipped past her panties and tugged them down her ankles before tossing them to the side, then he gently laid her down on the bed before taking off the rest of her clothes and his as well- leaving them both naked, skin-to-skin against each other, spreading each other’s warmth like how Y/N has been craving. He smiled softly as he sees how perfectly soft his girlfriend is, leaning down to gently kiss her lips before whispering, “Daddy’s going spoil you rotten now alright?” He grinned before moving his kisses downwards.

“Yes..yes yes please,” All you could do was moan and whine, your skin was on fire— sensitive to the core, as his lips attached itself to the flushness of your cunt, pressing soft gentle kisses onto the very top of your bundle of nerves.

The ministration alone caused you to buck your hips, “Daddy—“ your whines were stopped by the sudden overwhelming pleasure as Spencer’s tongue collect your wetness before spreading them so expertly accords your labia.

Little uh uh uh’s is the only sounds that came out of your lips, with following gasps. Your body trembled as he managed to sucked on your clit harshly whilst his fingers slip inside your warm wet walls. He thrust his fingers slowly, as his gaze stayed upon your eyes adoringly admiring how you thrash around the bed, lips bitten red— pleading with him— begging for his cock.

“What do you want, little one?” He leaned his flushed cheeks against your thighs as he worked your cunt gently, the tips of his huge fingers pressing onto the very spot that has you cumming in seconds, but you refused to— you would never cum without his permission, you’re his after all— therefore daddy has to be the one that give your orgasm to you.

“P-Please.. want your— ungh! want your cock!” the way Y/N’s lips pouts, sent overwhelming amount of warmth through his veins, as he chuckled, finally pulling his fingers out of your walls before crawling back up and pressed those very wet fingers on top of your lips.

“Open.” Was his only command, and you eagerly obeyed, sucking onto his middle and index fingers greedily— lapping up your juices off of him as you bat your eyelash. “Such a perfect little girl for me, you want my cock huh? that what you want baby?” He taunted, his other sets of fingers traced around your hair, tucking them behind your ear.

You nodded eagerly, mumbled a loud please! through his fingers— you didn’t care that you’re practically choking and gagging on his ridiculously hot long fingers; the only thing you cared about is making him feel good, being a good girl for him.

“Careful little love, we don’t want your cute throat to bruise now hm?” He cooed, prying his fingers away from your mouth, tapping them against your cheeks as he went on his knees; on the bed, and hiked your legs up his shoulder so his cock was practically touching your slit perfectly.

“Daddy..” You felt like crying, finally being able to feel him pushing himself inside you slowly, feeling every burn of the stretch, and the warm fire that settled deep inside your belly at the feeling of his cock nudging on your cute tummy, “Daddy—daddy..” Your cries becomes louder as he bottomed out completely, letting out strings of curses and ‘fucking love this tight pussy.’

“Shh it’s alright Princessa. Here hold your bear for me okay? hold onto him real tight, because daddy’s going to fuck you dumb now.” His voice was so venomous and electrifying that your hips bucked out of anticipation and your walls tighten involuntarily. You took the bear from his grasp before tucking the stuffed animal under your neck and clutching onto it tightly, “T-Thank you s-sir, please.. now?”

Spencer groaned for a moment as he let his feral need taken over him, pounding in and out of you with a brutal pace, his nails pushed deep on your inner thighs as you helplessly clutching onto the soft fur of your teddy bear.

Your moans were incoherent, your brain was completely fuzzy, and your soul was satisfied fully as Spencer thrust his cock deeper and if possible— even faster making you scream out in pleasure and pain. His eyes locked with yours, as he spewed out strings of curses, loudly.

“Fuck— such a perfect darling little thing for me, such a good fuck doll.” His words should’ve hurt but if it did something to you, it just made your walls clenched tightly— suffocating his cock, causing him to bucked his hips harder that the tip brushed against your cervix. “Oh!” Was the only thing you could let out weakly, feeling your body overcome with ridiculous amount of pleasure and yet you still want more— more of him.

“could practically see your tummy bulge like that baby, so fuckin perfect.” He cooed before continuing to fuck you into oblivion, his free thumb reached down to pinch and rub your clit, in which brought you closer and closer to your mind-blowing climax.

“Wanna cum baby? yeah?” He whispered, feeling himself getting close— he couldn’t help it when you looked like this, like a perfect little girl for him, with your arms clutching around the homemade stuffed bear and your eyes rolled as you’re nearing your orgasm.

“Yes please! daddy may i? may i? please i’ve been so— oh ungh! good!”

At the sound of her half-coherent neediness, Spencer let out a gruff mumbling of “Cum now, cum now little baby, thats it good girl— oh fuck daddy’s going to cum too, princess.” he warned, closing his eyes shut as he finally spilled his warmth inside your cunt, jerking his hips couple of times to make sure its all inside.

——

Your body was trembling as he held your close, wiping your skin gently with a very soft warm cloth— you had desperately begged for a bubble bath right after the sex, but he refused saying that it was too dangerous considering how fragile you are right now.

Although your mind has cleared out a bit, you still feel the fuzziness as he clothed you, fed you a granola bar and tipped your head back so you could drink slowly. “There is my good baby, I love you so much, Y/N.” He said tenderly yet somewhat convincingly.

Convincing enough to snapped you out of your daze, staring confusedly at him yet noticing what happened immediately. “S-Spencer?” You croaked out, wetting your lips as he smiled softly and laid down beside you,

“Hey Y/N.” He whispered, as much as he love his little girl, nothing and no one could beat how head over heels he is for his girlfriend. “I.. love you.. so much.” You managed to whimpered out, tucking your face onto the crook of your neck, “Sorry i got so fuzzy like that.”

His heart clenched as he heard her, “Hey no. It was my fault that i didn’t coaxed you this morning and i’m so sorry baby.” He apologized sweetly, causing you to giggle and wrapped your tired self all over his body and nods,

“Already forgiven, Doctor.”

With few more laughter and short pillowtalk— it doesn’t take long for you both to drift off comfortably, wrapped around each other in happiness.

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Through the Smoke

Request: could you do spencer x bau reader where they aren't dating yet but they both feel for each other? where both spencer and reader are very closed off people and the whole team knows that. but after one rough case on the flight back, they're both just exhausted mentally and physically and seek comfort in each other. then spend the night at reader's apartment and kiss for the first time there. sorry if this is specific but thank you (:

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Category: angst with a happy ending

Warnings/Includes: typical CM stuff, cults, kidnapping, violence, etc.

Word count: 8.1k

Music recs: Through the Fire by Jake Etheridge and Margot Todd; scared by Jeremy Zucker

a/n: anon, I have no idea if this is what you were looking for, but this is where it went. It’s a generous rewrite of 300, substituting the reader for Garcia. Also this blog operates with the understanding that the season 14 jeid arc does not exist lmao. JJ is firmly in the “I love you as a brother” camp and I will not be taking questions at this time. Also, this is a reminder that my requests are open! send me some fresh ideas, head cannons, rambles, whatever!

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“Metro PD and the Bureau have been made aware of the Believers and possible activity following their leader’s arrest,” Prentiss confirmed, looking out over the team mingling in the bullpen. “But taking Theo at his word—”

“We only arrested three. There’s probably more out there, but if they follow cult dynamics, they’ll break down on their own without the messiah,” Matt finished.

“Typical cults: you think it’s a cast of thousands when really it’s just four whackos sitting around in the dark,” Tara mused.

Prentiss smiled. “I think we deserve some decompression time, and Rossi’s kind enough to host.”

Rossi leaned over the railing and nodded. “And I have some top shelf wine picked just for the occasion.”

The team started gathering their belongings and heading towards the elevators. Y/N hesitated, looking toward the case file still sitting on her desk. Something about how this had all wrapped up just… didn’t sit right. Her nearly five years with the Critical Incident Response Group had given her an up close view of some of the most prolific cults in American history. She’d studied Jonestown, Waco, Ruby Ridge, Liberty Ranch; new cults emerged onto CIRG’s radar regularly. And there was something about The Believers that just didn’t add up.

Y/N began shuffling things around on her desk, trying to look busy. She caught Spencer and JJ out of the corner of her eye, talking quietly. They ended their conversation with a hug, lingering just a little longer than Y/N would have preferred. She shook her head to try to physically clear the thought from her brain. She knew that Spencer had been through a lifetime’s worth of trauma before she joined the team, and that JJ had been an integral support for him. Y/N was also aware that she had zero grounds to be concerned with any of Spencer’s relationships, romantic or otherwise.

“Y/N, you coming?” JJ asked, walking toward her desk. Spencer headed out of the bullpen and down the hall.

Y/N gave her a half-hearted smile. “Yeah, I’ll be there in a little bit. Just wanted to finish up a couple things here.”

“Well, don’t stay too late.” JJ pressed her lips together for a moment before adding, “Maybe you and Spence could drive together. He said he might not make it, but if he had some company...”

Y/N hoped her immediate flush wasn’t too obvious. After nearly a year in the unit, she finally felt like she had built some solid relationships with the team, and Spencer was no exception. She relished their card games on the jet, the laughs over too-sweet coffee, discussions about books and films and music. But she also adored the way his hair sometimes curled and fell into his eyes, his animated and rambling tangents, the way his hands traced over the tiny print of his books. Most of her adult life had been spent surrounded by men who would gather up her trust in their pitted hands and crush it on a whim. She’d kept her heart behind glass for a long while, but Spencer was slowly chipping away at the fragile panels. She was certain he had no idea that he was even holding the chisel; but just about everyone else seemed to have figured it out. JJ, with her hands clasped together and an eager smile, definitely had. Y/N smiled, too. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“So we’ll see you in a bit?” When Y/N nodded, JJ gave her a warm smile and headed out.

Turning back to the case file, Y/N pressed her fingers to her temple and looked over the documents. Some of the pieces fit together, but the whole case felt littered with gaps and holes. The tale that Theo had woven about The Believers seemed true enough— his parents were simply the suppliers of potential cult members. Although, she still couldn’t figure out the reason for the kidnapping and torture. There were much easier ways to recruit vulnerable people.

She flipped past the pages of written statements and read over the report from the warehouse raid. It was short— the take down of Merva was too easy. Why was he sitting alone in an empty warehouse with only two unarmed, sleeping followers as a defense? Where was the rest of the cult? Matt was correct that most cults fall apart without their leader; unless the loss of a leader was a possibility they’d already prepared for.

The burns on Quinn’s hands didn’t make sense, either. Why use the initiation ritual as a torture device? Shouldn’t that be saved for people who had accepted the invitation? And then there was the one coincidence that nagged at her the most: what were the chances that Theo just happened to be enrolled in Spencer's course? Why did Spencer seem to be at the center of the whole thing?

Y/N sighed as her phone lit up with a message from JJ. She realized she’d been poring over the file for twenty-five minutes, and she had to laugh. As the least experienced profiler on the team, what could she possibly see that the others hadn’t? She closed the case file and quickly packed up, grabbing her jacket and bag and making her way toward the elevator lobby. She paused at the glass doors, retrieving her phone and pulling up Spencer’s contact information. Her thumb hovered over the call button for a long moment before she huffed out a breath. If even JJ hadn’t been able to convince him to go, there was no way she’d be able to change his mind. Despite herself, she glanced down the hall, allowing herself one moment to imagine an alternate timeline where she asked him to come along with her— to Rossi’s, to the moon, anywhere.

With a sigh, Y/N pushed open the glass doors and saw Agent Meadows leading Quinn to the elevator. She pushed down the little red flag in the back of her mind. As she stepped onto the elevator, she smiled politely at the two agents.

“I knew you didn’t do it. I just knew,” Meadows said to Quinn. She turned to Y/N. “And I can’t tell you what a privilege it’s been working with the A-Team on this case.”

Something about the calm in her voice made Y/N uneasy. “Yeah, it’s— um. It’s a great team to be a part of.” Her phone lit up again, this time with a phone call from JJ. “Okay, okay,” she muttered under her breath. Y/N answered the call, half an ear still listening to Meadows speak to Quinn. “Hey, I’m just leaving now.”

“Are you still at the BAU?” JJ demanded, voice low.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry. But I’m in the elevator,” Y/N answered.

“Listen, we’re pretty sure Quinn was converted,” JJ told her. Y/N’s heart dropped into her shoes. “I need you to make sure he doesn’t leave that building. We’re coming back now. Where’s Spence?”

Y/N took a breath to try to even out her voice before speaking again. “Mom, we already talked about this. I don’t know.”

JJ paused. “Is Quinn in the elevator with you?”

“Yep.” JJ spoke quietly to someone on the other end of the phone. Y/N watched as the elevator dinged to the floor of the parking garage. “I’m going to have to hang up, mom. I’m gonna lose you, but I’ll try to take care of it tonight, okay?”

“Y/N, we’re on our—” The call dropped as the elevator hit the basement level.

Y/N took a deep breath to steady her voice. “Ugh, lost her.” She glanced at Meadows and Quinn, forced a smile and shrugged. “Elevators, right?”

The elevator doors began to open and Y/N stepped out, surreptitiously reaching for her holster. She had just lifted the strap when she heard the crack of metal hitting bone. Her face hit the concrete before she realized it was her own skull that bore the impact. She watched as her gun skidded across the parking lot floor, the taste of iron flooding her mouth. “Fuck,” she muttered, wincing in pain and scrambling up off the ground as a gunshot went off.

She didn’t feel the impact of the bullet. She looked down at her body, expecting to see a blooming rose of blood. She stared dumbly for a second too long, before remembering that she needed to get to her gun. Her hand instinctively went to her nose as she stumbled forward, coming away wet with blood.

“Stop, Agent Y/L/N.”

She heard the sound of a gun cocking, and then another. She closed her eyes and ran through an internal stream of curses. Raising her hands up, she turned slowly around. An older white man stood to her left, his gun trained on her. Meadows walked slowly towards her, lowering her own weapon. Quinn leaned against the back of the elevator, clutching his abdomen and blood staining the front of his shirt.

“Surprise,” Meadows sang, a sick smile spreading across her face. She stopped in front of Y/N, sweeping her hand in the direction of the man. “Now, John’s going to make sure you don’t do anything stupid. Get in the car.”

Y/N glanced in the direction of the vehicle, a dark sedan, driver armed to the teeth as well. “The team knows something’s up. You won’t make it out of this garage alive.”

Meadows laughed, loud and unhinged. “Oh honey. They’re not looking for lil ol’ me. And they sure as hell won’t be looking for an ambulance.” Her smile returned. “Plus, I already erased 299 murders from the Bureau’s radar. What’s a couple more? Now, shut up... and get in the car.”

Y/N moved to the open car door, keeping her back as straight as possible and her chin up, refusing to show them any cowardice. The barrel of the gun jabbed her in the back as she lowered herself into the vehicle. The door slammed shut, and in a moment, the gun was back on her, the man sitting next to her in the backseat. Y/N waited for the car to pull out, still trying to make sense of it all. Meadows was a Believer? What did she mean by “erased” 299 murders? Why would she blow her cover to shoot Quinn? Did she think that he had figured her out? Or that Y/N had? If that was the case, why not just shoot her? Why wasn’t the car moving?

“Drop your gun, Agent Reid,” Meadows’ muffled voice penetrated the inside of the vehicle. Y/N’s heart began to race. John dug the gun further into her side.

“It’s been you the whole time,” Spencer deduced.

“Yes, it was. Quinn somehow figured it out first. Pity having to shoot him,” Meadows mocked. “But he can’t give me what I want. And you can.”

“What’s that?” Y/N’s brain scrambled to put the pieces together as she listened to the exchange. Spencer was at the heart of it after all. It was right there, she just couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

Meadows continued, “You and I are going to go upstairs and free my Messiah.”

“You’re in the heart of the FBI. As soon as the rest of my team figures out it’s you, you’ll be dead before you’re out the door.” Y/N hoped to god that he was right.

“Then we need to work quickly.”

“I’m not going to cooperate with you,” Spencer told her. “Might as well shoot me.” Y/N didn’t even have time to panic before the car shifted into drive.

“I have a better idea.” On Meadows’ cue, the driver squealed out of the parking space and into Spencer’s line of sight. His eyes fell on Y/N, hands nearly pressed against the window, John’s gun pointed at her head. “Now, what’s it gonna be? Because you can either join us, or she dies.”

Y/N tried to radiate her rage through her eyes and screamed, “Reid, just shoot her! Shoot her!” The last thing she saw before the second crack of steel against her skull was the hesitation in Spencer’s eyes.

⧭⧭⧭

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open and she groaned at the pounding of her head, the rhythm of her heartbeat throbbing in the space behind her ears. She tried to lift her hand to check for blood, only to strain against the hold of a zip tie attached to the base of the chair. Instead, she surveyed the room around her. A warehouse, lots of shipping containers, and even more men— this time armed with assault rifles and machine guns. One stood at the entrance point of the small area she was being kept in.

She worked through her memory, putting the pieces together. Meadows was a Believer, had been for quite some time to pull all of this off. Quinn wasn’t special, he just got in the way of her real target. Ben Merva might have been the messiah, but Spencer Reid was clearly just as important to whatever mission they were carrying out. Every twisting thread of information somehow traced back to him: Theo in his class, Quinn’s attachment to him, Meadows’ demand that he be the one to free Merva.

“Good, you’re awake.” Meadows strode through the space with a laptop in hand. “I need your handiwork.”

Y/N stared at her. “Is that so?’

Meadows set the laptop on the barrel in front of Y/N and then leaned down to cut the zip tie. “Besides being my collateral for the good doctor, you’re also going to help me access CIRG’s surveillance data.”

“Fuck you.” Y/N spat on Meadows’ shoes. “I’m doing nothing for you.” Her head rolled back, eyes piercing daggers into Meadows. “You should just kill me now, because this is a waste of your time. And I’m sure you know the A-Team isn’t going to waste theirs.”

Meadows narrowed her eyes and gave a theatrical sigh. “I should’ve known you’d make this difficult.” She nodded to John, standing at the entranceway.

Y/N spat again, this time to rid her mouth of the taste of blood. She steeled herself for the next onslaught, compartmentalizing every emotion outside of her fury. Her mind raced to salvage and scrutinize the memories from her time in CIRG, trying desperately to identify what Meadows could be looking for in the surveillance reports. The Believers hadn’t even been on the Bureau’s radar. The reason had to be linked to their interest in Spencer… a piece of information that involved both Spencer Reid and the existing surveillance data. A single grain that could bring the whole damn bushel down.

She heard a scuffle at the entrance of the room and raised her head. Her heart jumped into her throat at the sight of Spencer, bloodied and bruised. John dragged him into the room, throwing him down onto his knees in front of Y/N. His eyes tracked over her face and clouded over with an emotion she couldn’t quite place.

“Shit, Reid—”

“I’m fine—I’m sure it looks worse than it is,” he murmured. The concern in his eyes told Y/N she looked about as bad as she felt. “Are you all right?”

“I should’ve seen it. I should’ve known—”

“No,” Spencer interrupted. “This isn’t your fault. We all missed it.”

“What’s the end game here?” Y/N asked. “What’re they doing?”

“I’m going to be their last victim.” Spencer shook his head, barely able to keep himself upright. “I don’t know why, but I overheard them. There have been hundreds.”

Meadows stepped up behind Spencer, grinning at Y/N. “Have you changed your mind? I sure hope you have.” She raised her gun to his head. “Because if you don’t do what I want, I’ll blow his big, beautiful brains out.”

Spencer locked eyes with Y/N. She held his gaze for a moment, then tilted her head slightly as the gears started turning. The tie between Spencer and Benjamin was where it all unraveled. “No, I don’t think you will.”

Meadows’ grin faltered for less than a second, but it was long enough that Y/N knew she was right. “Is that right?” Meadows questioned.

“Yeah, it is.” She furrowed her brow, and Spencer looked at her. “You need him, don’t you? Alive.” Meadows’ tongue darted out to wet her lips, and Y/N was sure. “Because this isn’t just about Benjamin Merva. It’s about Benjamin Cyrus. It’s about Liberty Ranch.”

Meadows held her gaze for five seconds, then ten seconds. Y/N raised her chin, refusing to be the one to blink first. Meadows shifted the trajectory of her gun a foot to her right and fired off one shot. The breeze from the bullet shifted Y/N’s hair.

“You have two minutes to decide,” Meadows advised. The phone in her hand began ringing. “The next one won’t miss.” She answered the phone and stepped out.

Spencer spoke quickly. “Do whatever she’s asking. We have to get you out of here.”

“Reid, are your eyes broken?” Y/N snapped. “There’s a cult loyalist with a machine gun every five feet. You got a plan for that?”

“Listen to me.” His voice was calm, determined. “You’re right about them wanting me alive.”

The frustration bled through Y/N’s voice. “You should have just shot her.”

He shook his head. “I couldn’t do that.”

“You could’ve shot all three of them and ended this in the garage,” Y/N argued.

“And then I would have watched you die,” he said quietly. “That was never even an option.”

“I’m failing to see how that would have been any worse than this. Look at us.” She gestured wildly between them. She watched as the storm of emotion returned, a cyclone swirling in seas of gold and brown. “The team needs you. Spencer, I—” I need you. She reached a hand up, almost touching his face before dropping it back in her lap. He had found the chink in her carefully constructed armor; a fissure he’d fractured a little further with every smile, every look, every moment. All at once she knew she’d never be able to keep him out, no matter how much it might hurt.

“You’ve got one minute,” Meadows barked, hovering over them.

“Y/L/N, listen to me… Please...” Spencer’s voice was thick with tears. “Tell my mom—” The phone rang again, and Meadows stepped away to answer it. Spencer dropped to a whisper. His eyes flashed with urgency. “They’re taking me and Theo. We’ll distract them. The car we were in is right outside the door. We’re 18 minutes from Quantico. Turn left outside the parking lot, take a right at the light, you’ll recognize the rest. They stay off the highways.”

Y/N’s voice was frantic when she asked, “What about you?”

His eyes pleaded with her to respect what he was asking her to do. “I’ll delay them. Get the rest of the team back here. And do not worry about me.” John hauled up him off the floor.

“Time’s up.” Meadows, in a rare display of mercy, allowed them a hug.

Spencer leaned into her and Y/N wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She squeezed as hard as she could and whispered his name. She felt him take a deep breath into her hair, holding it for one impossibly long moment. Just before she released her hold on him, he mumbled, “It’s all happening. 10:23.” John dragged him back out the way they’d came.

“I gave you what you wanted.” Meadows ordered, “Get to it. Now.”

⧭⧭⧭

Y/N worked and waited, then watched and worried. Spencer spoke to Meadows. He was stalling her, offering a deal, boosting her ego, granting Y/N the opportunity to mentally prepare. But no matter how much time he gave her, she would never be prepared to leave him in that warehouse. He met her eyes across the movements of the operation and gave her an imperceptible nod before lunging forward to reach for John’s gun.

Chaos exploded throughout the warehouse. Theo ran in one direction, accosted by half a dozen Believers. Spencer and John tussled over the gun, one fighting for control and the other fighting the inevitable. Y/N sprinted, largely unnoticed, toward the huge sliding doors left slightly ajar. Bursting out into the night air, she immediately spotted one of the black sedans, unbelievably unlocked and with the keys in the ignition. She slammed the door behind her, turned the key, hesitated with her eyes on the door and her mind on Spencer for one moment too long. A single gunshot sounded from inside the warehouse.

Meadows raced out of the doorway, gun drawn. “Stop!” She pointed her gun at Y/N and there was nothing to do but step on the gas. Y/N had her eyes wide open as Meadows bounced off the windshield and onto the asphalt. She didn’t look back.

She drove. Left out of the parking lot. Just a dark, rural road—nothing particularly special or descript. She drove. Right at the stoplight. Then it was, just as Spencer said, familiar terrain. She wondered how it was possible to have seemed so far away— a world away— when it was right under their proverbial nose. She drove.

Her brain navigated of its own volition. Her mind couldn’t have been farther from the inside of the vehicle. She didn’t realize she’d arrived at the Bureau until she was attempting to pull into her usual parking spot, only to be met with her own abandoned car.

She turned the car off, left the keys in the ignition, and nearly floated out into the garage; up the elevator; across the cold floors of the lobby. Her body had walked this same path so many times before; it carried her without hesitation. She could hear the voices of the team, drifting through the open glass doors.

“She accepted their help knowing she would betray the government,” Tara deduced.

“Not every survivor wanted help,” JJ clarified.

Rossi continued, “We ran those who left the ranch and kept their names. A few relocated in rural Maryland and Virginia.”

“They could be helping now,” Luke suggested. “Any of them have large pieces of property?”

“A few,” Emily confirmed. Y/N turned the corner as she continued, “The Washington field office has started searches in Maryland. We’ll take the lead in Virginia.”

As she moved into the doorway, JJ’s eyes went wide and she rushed to Y/N’s side. “Oh my god, are you hurt?” She gently grabbed Y/N by the shoulders.

“It’s a warehouse in Hillcrest,” Y/N said flatly, eyes unfocused. “I can take you there, but we have to hurry. They hurt Reid; he looked— bad. He told me to r-run and take the car, but he’s still there.” Everyone headed for the doors except JJ and Garcia. “They won’t be there long, they have lots of trucks.” Y/N’s eyes locked on JJ, and for the first time since the whole ordeal started, she allowed herself to splinter, just a little. “I heard a gunshot. JJ, I heard a gunshot. I tried—”

“Shh, it’s okay,” JJ nodded, drawing her into a hug. “I know. I know you tr—”

“I left him there.” Her voice broke, but she couldn’t cry. Not yet. “I couldn’t get him. There was no way to save hi—”

“Stop,” JJ ordered, pulling out of the hug. “Y/N, look at me. You got out, you got back to us. If you hadn’t, we wouldn’t even know about the warehouse.”

“What if— what if I got him killed?” Y/N asked.

“You didn’t get anyone killed. Spence knew what he was doing.” JJ’s voice softened. “That’s what he does. He always figures things out before the rest of us. He has a plan and getting you back to Quantico was part of it.” She raised her eyebrows, making sure Y/N was listening. “And now we have to help him by putting the rest of it together.”

Y/N ran a hand over her face. “You’re right. Of course, you’re right.”

Garcia stepped forward and laid a hand on her arm. “Let’s get you cleaned up. Then we’ll get Reid back.”

They cleaned the blood from her face and hair as best they could in the bathroom sink. JJ patched up the lacerations with steri-strips. Back in the conference room, Garcia insisted she should get screened for a concussion as Y/N rubbed the knot on the back of her head. “There’s no time. Reid said, ‘It’s all happening. 10:23.’”

“But it’s past that,” JJ considered.

“So what did he mean?” Garcia asked.

“Could be a clue here.” Rossi's voice came over the speakerphone from inside the warehouse. “They got sloppy since they left in a hurry.”

“Okay, well you can’t be that far behind them,” JJ insisted.

“I know,” Emily agreed. “But there’s easy access to three major highways, and we don’t know which way they went.”

“Right, but they’re in tractor trailers. That means we can track them through weigh stations.”

“Garcia?” Emily prompted.

“In order to do that, I’d need the transponder identification numbers,” Garcia answered.

“Which we have no way of knowing,” Rossi sighed. “Everything they used was almost definitely forged.”

“We’re going to do another sweep here, and then we’ll head back,” Emily said. “Try to map out the most likely routes they’d use to get out of dodge.”

JJ hung up and looked to Y/N. “What do you remember about the warehouse?”

Y/N pressed her fingers into her temples. “It was full of supplies. They were disguising them, but they had stockpiles of weapons and ammunition; non-perishables and other food items; water. Enough to be off the grid for at least a year.” Y/N leaned back in her chair. “But it wasn’t just about The Believers. I mean, we know they’re a reincarnation of the Separatarian Sect.” She looked at JJ and Garcia. “It was more than that, though. Reid was at the center of everything; he was the target all along. Merva is the messiah, but it somehow all comes back to Spence.”

“Makes sense. They blame him for the downfall of the Sect,” JJ supplied.

“Yeah.” Y/N cracked her knuckles. “But—and I can’t—I can’t really explain it, but Meadows really wanted to kill Reid right then. She was— she was irritated, more than anything else.”

“So what stopped her?” Garcia asked.

“That’s what I can’t figure out. She threatened me with it, with ‘blowing his brains out,’ but I— called her bluff. And she was pissed.” Y/N rapped her knuckles on the table. “I mean, really, really furious. Which tells me that, even though she wanted to, she couldn’t kill him.” She looked between the two of them. “Merva was pulling the strings, and he wouldn’t let her do it there.”

“So it matters where the final sacrifice takes place,” JJ concluded. “We’ve got to figure out where they’re going.”

⧭⧭⧭

They’d been rehashing the details over and over. Liberty Ranch, The Strangler investigation, The Believers, Meadows, Merva, Cyrus, 300 victims, the hyoid bones, all of it. About the only thing they knew for sure was how far the cult could get in the trucks. Spencer could have told them the exact square mileage, but the potential geographical range of the trucks was dauntingly large. Y/N tried not to panic as she stared at the map.

“If this is about a Believer's rebirth, babies are born with 300 bones,” JJ said. “And they’re taking the hyoids.”

“And the hyoids we had in evidence are missing, which means Merva needed them back,” Tara reasoned. “And that means they mean more to the end game than we thought.”

Y/N felt her patience waning. “But why did Reid need us to know it all happens at 10:23?” Y/N hated that her voice sounded snappy and desperate. “That’s got to be important. It’s the last thing he said to me.”

Matt put his hand on her shoulder. “Listen, you’re right. It means something to him. We’re trying to figure it out.”

“Yeah, well, we better figure it out soon.” Y/N shrugged off his hand, pushed back from her seat at the conference room table, and turned for the door. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. Every minute they spent floating ideas was another mile between them and Spencer. Another moment closer to losing him. She shoved the bathroom door open, hurrying into the stall and emptying the contents of her stomach.

She slumped back against the side of the stall, head gently knocking into the cool metal. She needed to pull herself together. The team was always strongest when they did their group think sessions, building upon each other’s knowledge and perspectives and filling in the gaps. If they’d done more of that earlier— if she’d had the confidence to call it out as soon as she saw the holes, Spencer might not be locked in the back of a truck, hundreds of miles away.

Y/N hoisted herself off the ground and out of the stall. She braced her hands on the counter top and tried to breathe evenly. She turned on the water and splashed her face, tapping against her cheeks. With water dripping down the planes of her face, she stared herself down in the mirror, willing her tired brain to make that last connection, to find that missing thread. It was all about the Benjamins, and she had a feeling that Cyrus was the key.

Y/N rolled her shoulders back and made her way to the conference room. She listened to their rotating conversation, knowing that this team was the only group of people capable of getting Spencer back alive.

“We have confirmation that there’s been no activity in or around the old ranch,” Matt informed them, pocketing his phone.

“If this is about rebirth, they’ll choose a new place,” Luke posited, arms crossed.

Tara leaned over the table. “Given their adoration of Cyrus and his love for the country, he’d want them to stay within our borders.”

“But Benjamin Cyrus wasn’t his real name, and he wasn’t born into the Sect,” Y/N reminded them quietly. Everyone turned to look at her. She gave an apology grimace to Matt. He just shrugged and smiled, motioning her over to the table.

Garcia nodded. “Right, let’s see. Uh, he and his mom arrived there when he was a teenager. He was kicked out for molesting girls. And then he served time in prison in Kentucky.”

“And that’s where he found religion,” Y/N recalled, thinking back to the report she’d studied dozens of times. “So he was reborn as Benjamin Cyrus in Kentucky.” She closed her eyes and flipped through her mental file cabinet, looking for 10:23.

“That’s within the area,” Garcia confirmed. “Maybe that’s where they’re headed?”

“Find out what city he was born in or where he was in prison,” Luke said. “We’ll spread out from there.”

“He found religion,” Y/N repeated, mostly to herself. “Chapter ten, verse twenty-three. 10:23 isn’t a time.” Y/N shook her head and then dragged her hand through her hair. “It’s scripture.”

“Let’s get in the air; we can narrow down which verse and city before we land,” Emily instructed.

⧭⧭⧭

“We’re approaching Kentucky; the pilot needs to know where to touch down,” Rossi informed them.

The team was scattered throughout the jet, scrolling through scripture on their tablets, reading out verses. Y/N held her chin in her hand, eyes unfocused, dragging a net along the furthest corners of her mind.

“Hey guys, listen to this,” JJ said. “Matthew chapter ten, verse twenty-three: ‘When you are persecuted in one place, flee to another.’”

“They’re going to the next town,” Emily said.

“Flee to the next town. But which one?” asked Garcia.

“Their end game is also a new beginning,” Rossi explained. “Cyrus brought religion back to the cult. They’d honor that by wanting to start fresh.”

Y/N raised her head. “Like the Garden of Eden.”

“That’s how 300 fits,” Tara concluded. “That was the number of angels that protected the Garden of Eden. Are there any Edens in Kentucky?”

The sound of Garcia tapping across the keyboard came through the laptop. “Um, no, but there are two synonyms: Canaan and Arcadia.”

“Cyrus is the original messiah. Which one is closer to where he was born?” Y/N asked.

“Arcadia,” Garcia informed them.

Y/N stood up. “That’s where they’re going.”

“Garcia, pull land deeds. I’ll notify SWAT,” Emily instructed.

JJ grabbed Y/N’s hand. “We’re going to get him.”

Y/N met her eyes. “I just hope we’re not too late.”

⧭⧭⧭

The new compound proved easy to find. In the middle of nowhere but illuminated by hundreds of lights, there were rows and rows of tents. The team began strategizing, looking for the best route to Spencer.

Emily tried to convince Y/N, now showing clear concussion symptoms, to stay with the SUVs.

“With all due respect, there is no way in hell that I’m going to sit in this car while Reid gets sacrificed by a homicidal cult leader,” Y/N said. There was a hushed pause, the team exchanging knowing glances.

“Fair enough,” Emily conceded. “Matt and JJ, I want you on the left side. Luke and Tara, the right. Dave and Y/N, you’re with me. We’re clearing every tent; eliminate any threat that would give away your position.” She unholstered her gun and swept her eyes across the team. “Our objective is to extract Reid with minimal loss.”

As they approached the first line of tents, Y/N could faintly hear Spencer speaking. “To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven.” Her heart hammered against her ribcage. “A time to be born and a time to die.” She could feel the blood rushing through her ears. “A time to weep and a time to pluck up that which has been planted.”

“Okay, he’s stalling,” Meadows snapped. “That’s enough!”

“All right. Let the sacrifice begin.” That was Merva now, riling up the followers. “Protect us from all harm.”

As Merva led The Believers in a monotone chant, Y/N tried to block it out. She scanned a tent, watched as SWAT took out a bodyguard, looked for Spencer. Rinse and repeat, again and again. It was taking too long.

“And we thank Our Guardian, who will protect this family now and always,” Merva’s voice rang out. “Spencer: keeper of provisions!” Y/N saw the gathering of followers, but she couldn’t see Spencer.

The SWAT commander stopped them. They had reached the final line of tents. He signaled to the leaders on each side. They were ready to strike.

Y/N’s eyes scanned the crowd. She could just barely make out some sort of hanging mobile, white u-shaped decorations suspended from string. The hyoids, she realized, a wave of nausea hitting her like a truck.

Merva continued, “You have given selflessly to others and will be rewarded by the highest honor we could bestow. Your blood will be our blood. Your life will fuel ours.”

A gunshot rang out. The followers gasped. There was a split second of calm before the bedlam. Y/N took a single breath. Then she heard Matt yell; saw John lift his rifle and be felled by a solo shot to the head; watched Luke take down another bodyguard directly after.

And then she saw him. Strapped down under a canopy of bones, Spencer was silent and unmoving. He didn’t struggle. He didn’t call out. And there was Merva, knife in hand— still trying to complete his mission.

She didn’t vacillate, barely breathed, just let her legs carry her forward. She heard Emily call out his name. When Merva turned, the curved blade of the knife poised at the column of Spencer's throat, Y/N’s trigger finger compressed. She felt the gun recoil, felt the force of the shot travel up her arm as she put a single bullet in his chest. As he fell, she didn’t stop, just stepped over him, knew one of the others would take care of it.

She tripped over the small platform Spencer was restrained on, stumbling and holstering her gun. Her hands moved over the straps, loosening the one over his waist, then the ones at his hands, finally pushing the leather from his head. He panted and muttered his thanks, but she didn’t dare speak, afraid that if she did, she’d never be able to stop. Instead, she flung her arms over his shoulders, pulling him down and close and over her heart. She wondered if he could feel the way it pummeled against her chest, because to her it felt like it might smash through at any moment. His arms came around her, chin resting on her shoulder, nose in her hair. She heard him inhale and hold his breath, a mirror of that last moment together in the warehouse. She held onto him as an overboard sailor holds a life ring: single-minded, unrelenting, desperate.

There was a touch on her opposite shoulder and Y/N swung around, adrenaline still racing through her veins. JJ put her hand out in a placating motion, and Y/N came back to herself, allowing JJ to step forward and help Spencer off the platform. Y/N let out a breath and reached a hand out to steady herself, only to flinch when it brushed one of the straps that had held Spencer down. Luke caught her on one side, Tara on the other. She grasped at them, her emotions teetering right along with her physical form. Luke pulled her out from under the macabre canopy and into a hug. Tara held her hand. For the first time since the parking garage, she let herself go.

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The jet was quiet. The team was spread out around the cabin, each of them lost in their own heads. There was a tranquility over the space, one that only ever happened when unmitigated relief overwhelmed even the joy or fulfillment of a life saved.

Y/N sat in one of the single seats, across the aisle from where Spencer was settled. Tara and Luke had finally convinced her to get checked out by the EMTs, who had confirmed her concussion. She convinced herself that the fuzziness on the corners of her vision was just a symptom of that, not a product of the tears she was struggling to hold back.

The team each stopped by Spencer’s seat, patting his shoulder, squeezing his hand, or in Rossi’s case, gently ruffling his hair. They all spoke briefly in hushed, grateful tones. All except Y/N. She couldn’t formulate a sentence that seemed adequate. There was simultaneously too much and nothing to say. Everything felt contrived or insufficient or intemperate.

Spencer was safe. They hadn’t been too late. He was bruised and undoubtedly sore, but ultimately, he’d been through worse. So why was her heart still aching? Why couldn’t she catch her breath? She hadn’t spoken more than a few words since leaving the raid, so why did her throat feel like it was on fire? She closed her eyes, leaned her head back. She incessantly pressed her hands together, trying to crack her sore knuckles over and over again.

A pair of hands gently closed over her own, stopping the abuse, and she didn’t have to open her eyes to know who they belonged to. His thumbs stroked over the backs of her hands and she cursed the tears that spilled over her bottom lashes. He didn’t say anything, didn’t force her to look at him or acknowledge her shattering. He waited her out, rubbing a rhythm on her skin and steadying her without a word. She opened her eyes but couldn’t bring herself to look at him just yet. Instead she focused on their joined hands, reciprocating the gentle pulses he gave every so often.

She turned her head to wipe her wet cheeks on her shoulder as the landing announcement came over the cabin speaker. She did look at him then, and the emotion in his gaze left her feeling raw and exposed. Their hands reluctantly separated to buckle their seat belts. Y/N closed her eyes again, turning her face into the warmth of the early morning sun as the jet began its descent.

When they landed, everyone wearily shuffled off the plane, eager to get home to their beds. Penelope met them at the elevator, enveloping Spencer in a long hug, the rest of the team smiling at their embrace. They each moved through the bullpen, gathering their things and talking quietly. Y/N’s eyes paused on her bag, brought up from the parking garage by one of the team after she’d gone missing. They lingered for a long moment on the case file, still sitting where she’d left it hours ago, before she let herself let it go. She grabbed her bag and turned to see Spencer standing in the aisle, hands in his pockets and eyes fixed on her.

“Hey,” she said dumbly.

He smiled. “Hi.”

Her hands wrung the straps of her bag. “How—how’re you holding up?”

“I’ve been worse.” He shrugged. “How’s your head?”

“I’ve been worse,” she agreed.

“That’s good. Because I think after all that, the least you could do is give me a ride home,” he joked.

Y/N knew he was trying to reassure her that he was fine, but she couldn’t bring herself to laugh. If anything, his attempts to provide comfort made her feel worse. Because she couldn’t forget the sound of the gunshot at the warehouse, the sight of the knife at his throat, the feeling of nearly losing someone whom she knew she could love if she just had more time. Too exhausted to hide her emotions, she could tell by the change in Spencer’s eyes that the pain was apparent on her face.

“Actually, you probably shouldn’t be driving, even if it’s just a mild concussion. Where are your keys?”

“It’s fine. I’m all ri—” Y/N started.

“I know I phrased that as a question, but I’m not really asking.” He held out his hand.

Normally she would have argued, but she just didn’t have the energy. Y/N dug into her bag, fishing out the keys and dropping them into his hand. He closed his fingers around them and jerked his head toward the door. “Come on,” he murmured. He waved to the rest of the team, and Y/N nodded, avoiding their eyes.

The ride in the elevator was silent. The walk to the car, too. They were pulling out of the garage before Spencer finally broke the silence.

“You know this wasn’t your fault, right?” he asked. Y/N stayed quiet. “We all missed the connection to Liberty Ranch.”

“But I knew something was off, and I didn’t say anything. I— I almost came to find you before I left, and if I had just done that—”

“Y/N,” Spencer interrupted. “The plan was already in motion. Meadows and Merva would have just figured out another way to execute it.” His fingers tightened on the wheel. “And without you and the leads from the warehouse, the team might not have figured it out in time.”

Y/N opened her mouth before realizing she didn’t have a response. She didn’t even want to consider that possibility. She leaned her head against the window, pressing the thumb and fingers of one hand into her eyes to stave off the throbbing.

Graciously, Spencer let her remain in silence the rest of the ride to her apartment. There was so much to say, especially now; she didn’t know where to begin. And even after everything, she couldn’t stop herself from bringing up that wall— protecting herself from what she knew could hurt her more than any unsub.

They pulled onto her street, fairly empty at such an early hour. Spencer parked in front of her apartment, opening the car door and coming around the other side of the car. She expected him to give her the keys, but as she exited the car, he waited by the gate for her. “I’ll walk you up.”

Spencer opened the gate, allowing her to walk through before closing it behind them and following her up the sidewalk. “I need the keys,” she told him.

He shook his head as if to clear it. “Right, right.” He placed them into her outstretched hand, and she wondered if she imagined his fingers lingering over hers.

When they reached her door, she unlocked the deadbolt and swung the door open, stepping over the threshold. He waited outside, hands in his pockets. Y/N rolled her keys in her hand, and Spencer watched them.

“Um— thank you for—” Y/N started.

“I told Emily on the jet, and I’ll tell you now.” Spencer raised his eyes to meet hers. There was that look again, the one she couldn’t quite identify. “I’ve always had a hard time saying what I feel. And maybe sometimes it’s because I’m afraid of being disappointed. But sometimes it’s because the words I’m looking for don’t exist in the English language.”

“Spence—”

“Please just let me get this out,” he said. “There have been a couple moments over the past few months where I thought maybe we were sharing mamihlapinatapei.”

“Mamih what?” Y/N asked.

“Mamihlapinatapei.” He repeated, gesturing with his hands. “It’s a Yagan word that originates on the Tierra del Fuego archipelago off the southern tip of Argentina. It translates succinctly as ‘the wordless, meaningful look shared by two people who both desire to initiate something, but are both reluctant to do so.’”

“Oh.” Y/N felt a flush rising up in her cheeks.

Suddenly, Spencer couldn’t meet her eyes. “I, um—I wasn’t sure, and I didn’t want to do anything that would jeopardize our friendship or make things awkward at work. But last night, I… I just— I’ve had too many moments in my life where I thought it might be my last, and I hadn’t said all the things I needed to say.” He met her eyes again, and there was that familiar storm. “Last night I was out of time, and I hadn’t told you how I feel, and I realized that I wouldn’t get another chance, and it’s okay if you don’t feel the same, but I needed to—”

Y/N stepped forward, grabbed the front of his shirt, and crashed their mouths together. She tried to pour everything into the kiss: every blush, every worry, every laugh, every panicked moment, every mamihlapinatapei. Spencer cradled her face in his hands, opening his mouth and capturing her bottom lip, accepting everything she gave him. She wound one of her hands into his hair, pulling him impossibly closer and grounding herself to this new reality that almost wasn’t. The height of the kiss tapered off, and Y/N drew back, untangling her fingers from his hair and her heart from his grasp. Spencer watched her carefully, honey eyes uncertain.

“I do. Feel the same,” Y/N confirmed. Spencer’s lips twitched. “I’m not good at vulnerability. I’ve got a great track record of getting hurt.” Spencer grabbed her hand and opened his mouth, but Y/N continued, “But then I thought we might lose you, that time was out, and that I— I wouldn’t get the chance to see if you could be— if this could be more.” She gestured between them and then met his eyes again. “And I guess being vulnerable isn’t so bad in comparison. Because I think I could fall in love with you. I think maybe it’s already happening.” She held her breath and pressed her lips together, fighting the regret of saying too much.

“Actually, there’s a word for that, too.” Spencer smiled, warm and soft and genuine. “Forelsket. The origin is Norwegian, and it roughly translates to ‘the euphoria experienced as you begin to fall in love.’”

“Forelsket?” Y/N asked.

“Well, it’s more like forelsket,” Spencer corrected.

“Wow, okay, 187.” Y/N laughed for the first time in what felt like days. “Forelsket.”

“Better,” Spencer praised. “There’s also the Tagalog version, kilig.”

Y/N took a step closer to him and smoothed his shirt where her hands had wrinkled it. “Translation?”

“‘The sudden feeling of an inexplicable joy one gets when something romantic happens,’ or alternatively ‘the feeling of butterflies in your stomach.’” Spencer moved his hand to her waist and stepped over the threshold.

Y/N cupped his cheek in her hand, soothing the bruises and guiding him back to her. “Yeah. Sounds about right.”

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scripts4dreamers · 4 years

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Just one drink. pt 2.

Part One, Part Three

AN: A road trip with Spencer Reid takes an odd turn Characters: Spencer Reid Pairings: Spencer Reid x reader Spoilers: None Warnings: Mentions of crime and violence, drinking

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“You’re late,” Spencer pointed out as you walked past his desk, looking up from the stack of case files and giving you a small smile.

“I’m not late, you’re just early,” you smiled back, dropping your bag next to your seat, “and even if I was late, I'd be totally justified considering how long it takes to stir in five sugars into this monstrosity.” you teased, plopping the massive cup of take-away coffee you’d brought on Spencer’s desk.

“You bought me coffee?” he smiled again, his dark eyes lighting up with excitement as he took a sip, “it’s perfect!”

“Of course it is,” you teased, “I got it didn’t I? When have I ever gotten your coffee order wrong?”

“Not once,” Spencer admitted, “you get one for yourself?”

“Finished it on the way over,” you explained, collapsing into your seat at the desk across from his, “that the Miriam file?”

“Yup. Your paperwork is a mess by the way.”

You pressed your hand to your chest in mock outrage and laughed, “Ouch.”

“What? It’s true!” Spencer teased, “Your handwriting and case notes are basically illegible.”

“Messy handwriting is a sign of high intelligence I’ll have you know.”

“Sure it is,” Spencer replied with an eye roll.

“Asshole,” you teased.

He smiled and, without saying anything else, you turned back to your work. It had been a few months since that night at the bar and, since then, it had become a semi-regular occurrence. You and Reid would spend time together outside of work as often as you could and, at work, you’d become a pretty reliable team. Morgan called you the dynamic duo.

Having someone to rely on really had changed everything for you at the BAU. It was still stressful, still draining. You still had days when your work seemed pointless or overwhelming, when the sadness of it all got to be too much, but now you had someone to turn to, someone who you could call. Reid really was an incredible listener, not that you’d ever admit that to him of course.

The problem was that he was too good a listener. So good that your little crush has blossomed into full scale feelings. You were absolutely smitten

“Where’s everyone else?” You asked, looking around the near empty unit.

“Prentiss and Morgan are running training seminars for new recruits, Hotch and Rossi are in Atlanta, doing profile training.”

“JJ?” You questioned.

“Visiting her family with Will.”

“So it’s just us then?”

“Yup, and we’ve got our pick of the litter. We can stay here and finish compiling the data from our last few cases or we can head to Colorado for an interview with David Arcturor.”

“The Midnight Maimer?” You exclaimed, “He said yes?”

“Yup, word came in last week. He’s agreed to a full interview, film and all.” Spencer said, “You wanna do that?”

“Hell yeah I do, that case is legend.” You agreed, already packing up your stuff, “Let’s go.”

“Hotch and Rossi took the jet, so we’ll have to drive,” Spencer warned, “that’s a 25 hour drive non stop, you sure you’re up for that?”

“So long as you promise not to play that awful music of yours the whole time,” you joked, shooting him a wink.

Spencer smiled at you, his eyes glinting with mischief as he slung his bag over his shoulder.

“Then let’s go.”

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As it turned out, Spencer let you pick the music and he wasn’t kidding, it was a long drive. The floor of the car was littered with wrappers; every kind of fizzy drink, chocolate bar and sour candy gas stations had to offer. The miles flew by, the countryside rolling past the window like scenes from a movie, or memories from someone else’s life. It was peaceful, beautiful and exciting all at once, and your blood thrummed with excitement. You felt like a kid going on a secret adventure, and Spencer was going with you. It was perfect.

“Admit it, you like my music,” you said, poking Spencer in the shoulder.

“I’m not sure this qualifies as music,” Spencer retorted.

“You were literally just singing along!” You laughed, “You love it!”

“I’ll admit that it’s catchy, but that doesn’t make it music,” he said, a smile flickering at the corners of his mouth.

“You love it,” you repeated with certainty.

Spencer rolled his eyes, but there was no malice in it. You watched him for a moment, just drinking in the sight. He was leaning against the windowsill, the sleeves of his button up rolled past his elbows, with one hand draped casually on the steering wheel. He was insanely beautiful with the warm afternoon sun on his skin and his hair glinting in the light. Spencer looked over, the hint of a confused smile on his face when he caught you looking back.

“Y/N?” He asked with a nervous chuckle.

“You look different out here,” you explained, “more...relaxed.”

“Well yeah, it’s just us and the open road out here. Usually there’s a lot more danger involved in what we do,” Spencer retorted.

“I suppose,” you agreed, “still, it’s nice. I like Open Road Spencer.”

As soon as the words left your mouth you realized how they sounded and you swore loudly in your head. Spencer looked stunned, a pale pink flush creeping up his neck. You looked away, embarrassed, and started worrying at your bottom lip.

“Thanks, Y/N/N,” he said softly, “I-uh-he likes you too.”

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Spencer was so screwed. Your comment was bouncing around his brain like a ping pong ball, drowning out everything but the knowledge of how close you were. Even with both eyes on the road he was just so aware of you. Every movement, every stretch, every time you drummed your fingers against the dashboard it drove him just a little bit crazy.

He understood what you meant, there was something about being so far from the office, with nothing to do but talk to you and think that was so...intoxicating. It made it easy to just let go and be himself, blurring the lines between work and play that he was usually so good at maintaining.

“Oooo, Spence!” You called, “Look, sheep!”

The way your face lit up with excitement made something in Spencer’s chest stutter. If he was honest, he’d started blurring that line long ago, if it had ever existed at all.

“You grew up in the city.” Spencer stated.

You smiled, “Nice profiling, doctor Reid.”

“I’m not profiling, it’s a simple observation, that’s all.” He countered.

“Mmhhmm,” you hummed, “sure it is.”

Spencer felt his face flush, “I’m sorry, force of habit.”

“It’s okay,” you assured him, “I don’t mind. What else do you see when you look at me?”

Spencer’s eyes widened, “You’re serious?”

“Yeah,” you smiled, “I wanna know.”

“Y/N, I’m not gonna profile you.”

“Please?”

“No!” Spencer laughed nervously, “You’re my friend, not an UnSub.”

“Fine,” you sighed wistfully, “be boring. Do you wanna go over the Maimer case?”

“David Arcturor, 48, serving life in prison for the kidnap and murder of eight women in Boulder, Colorado. All his victims were in their mid twenties, professional and well respected, and they were all sexually assaulted, tortured and then posed after death.”

“So he’s arrogant,” you said, “a sexual sadist.”

“He also left messages for the police describing the women as whores and loose women.”

You raised your eyebrows, “And an extreme misogynist. Ugh, men are the worst.”

“Agreed,” Reid sighed.

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You chatted back and forth about the case for hours, until the sun started to set and Spencer conceded that you probably had to find somewhere to spend the night. Luckily, traveling for work meant that you could charge a nice hotel to your work account and, since neither of you could stand the idea of a motel, a nice hotel was a must.

You booked two rooms connected by an adjoining door and started settling in. It felt odd, you noticed, being suddenly apart after spending so long together. You shook off the feeling of “offness” and hopped into the shower, sighing with pleasure as the water washed over your body.

As you lathered your hair with shampoo, your mind drifted. You wondered what Spencer was doing right then, whether he was showering just like you, rinsing off the long drive and letting his stuff muscles relax under the hot water. The thought made you flush. A naked Spencer Reid was way more than you’d could handle right now, especially when you were still getting over your massive fuck up earlier that day.

“Thanks Y/N/N, I-uh-he likes you too.” You heard past-Spencer say again, sending goosebumps across your skin.

It was the way he’d looked at you when he said it that stuck. His eyes had clung to you for a moment too long, searching yours for something.

You shook your head, stepping out of the shower. There was no point in wondering what Spencer was thinking, he was too good at avoiding detection when he wanted to. Still, there was no denying that there was something going on between you, something more than just a friendship or work partnership.

You looked at your hastily packed overnight bag, fingering an outfit you’d packed on the off chance you’d get some time off.

“What the hell,” you shrugged, “might as well give it a go.”

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Okay, I know this may sound bad but

I CANNOT...ABSOLUTELY CANNOT

STAND MINA OR PETAL'S MOM.

ABSOLUTELY CANNOT STAND THEM.

I find them condescending; I dont like how they are all up in her business in the worst way but make it seem like love...its manipulating.

I know their history makes them over-protecrive but they take it too far and then cover it with words of care and love and then Petal just lets it go. Like the P.I thing? She could have let her mom know that she didnt appreciate how she disregarded her feelings and instruction to throw the folder away (which caused a break up and hearache) - it was completely the moms fault. But she was still expected to go home, to eat with them, to go to things with them (with obligation and NOT willingness - that's not family love).

Mina, I feel, speaks for itself... She just doesnt seem to know when enough is enough. She is emotionally a child and cant seem to understand that her words have consequences (which I would love to see Petal show her what they are, just once). Sometimes you have to give loved ones space so they can heal a bit before running your mouth and causing more damage. (Kinda getting angry here lol).

They hurt her, stomp on her but she still has to do what they want and SHE DOES! (For the most part) but at least they apologize....OH WAIT! THEY DON'T

Sorry about the long rant but I couldnt take it anymore... I cringe every time I see their names or mentions. Ugh.

On a positive note: I love you and I love your writing; I know that it is a part of life to not like some one, even fictional. I am actually loving the story. I hope you can forgive me for my rant...trying to find words to end this on but am so awkward.

I do love you and the story, I hope I didnt cross a line here.......

Oh my goodness, honey you don’t need to apologize at all! I find the way we look at characters and situations/dynamics from different viewpoints very interesting, so it’s quite lovely, you can love some characters, you can hate some characters! ❤❤

This is in no way like an apology or “but this and this” kind of reply btw, I’m just going to explain the way I see the characters and of course we’re all free to disagree, that’s the best thing about fiction!❤ It makes us think and see things differently❤ If you see them in a different way or if you have another approach, please let me know! ❤

So in my mind, when it comes to their family -even if they tend not to talk about it- the dad’s arrest was a huge trauma for each of them, and they all had different reactions to it. Trauma unfortunately changes people, and what they went through -Petal was too young yes, but the mom wasn’t and Mina was a teenager, which means her personality still wasn’t exactly...fixed in a way- basically shifted not only the power dynamics, but the understanding of each other.

So their mother, when the dad was arrested was obviously very shaken, and the way that whole incident resonated on her personality was that....the first thing she felt was possibly guilt, and guilt can alter our whole personality. I’m not a mother obviously, but based on my interactions with my own mother and people who have children, it’s my understanding that the worst feeling in the world for them is not being able to protect their child. So, the way it goes in Petal’s mother’s mind is that their father clearly scarred Petal, that’s for sure but the thing is, she had no idea what was happening and that put Petal in such a danger. Spencer keeps saying that his “profile” doesn’t fit into a killer that would harm his family, but the way her mother sees it, he could’ve killed Petal or Mina, and she wouldn’t even realize what was wrong until it was too late. This is the man who’s the father of her children, the man she put her trust in to protect her children and in doing so, she put them in danger. So in her mind, it goes like 1) survival 2) psychological wellbeing. Of course it’s important, but she feels like she can fix her mental state if Petal “survives” first, so that’s the first priority. That’s why the P.I is a huge part of their lives, and that’s why she’s so... the way she is 😂

Which bring us to Mina, whose teenager years were shaped by the trauma of her father. As multiple people stated in the story, Mina is her mother’s daughter, like a small copy with small traces of her father, and she grew up witnessing how devastating that whole thing was to her mother. Seeing something like that also shifted her view on “protectiveness”, and also, Mina is the oldest daughter right? I think there are certain traits that are very visible in oldest daughters, because she feels like she needs to protect everyone and she somehow feels almost...responsible? She was ready to cover up actual murder for her family, and while she was growing up, as it is very common with a lot of parents, her parents raised her with “You’re Petal’s big sister, you need to protect her”. That’s a huge burden to put on a child or a teenager, and she can’t help but feel guilty that she somehow “failed” Petal by letting her father traumatize her like that.

And lastly we have Petal, whose whole understanding of “family” is....twisted at best. That whole thing with her father happened when she was very young, so she grew up thinking that the people in her family are the only people who she could trust, especially after what happened. She was close with her father, and when they arrested him and found out what he did, it basically pulled the rug from under her, so she clung to the nearest people, which were her family.

I mean is it healthy? God no, it is very unhealthy and very dysfunctional. But the thing is, I feel like a fictional work should be free to show the good and the bad at the same time, we can’t cower away from it if we want to...awaken something in our audience, at least in my opinion😁

That being said, my education also taught me that like 99.9 percent of the time, the reader can analyse the characters much better than the writer, so if you disagree with me, that’s absolutely alright! ❤❤❤ I love exchanging ideas with you! Thank you so much for this, this is a very different viewpoint I will keep in mind ❤❤❤

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guccifloralsuits · 3 years

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top 5 and bottom 5 CM characters

TOP CHARACTERS:

Spencer Reid: I’m sorry did you expect anything else he’s got a HOLD on me

Derek Morgan: I love him so much UGH! Superior character dynamics with EVERYONE!

Emily Prentiss: hot as fuck, chaotic SEXY

Aaron Hotchner: lowkey love him. it’s the mental illness in me I’ve been turning into more of a HotchGirl. “How am I a whore?” is the best line of the series

JJ: Idk I just like all her character dynamics too + her eps are all good.

honorary mention: Garcia, Tara, Matt Simmon’s MILF wife

BOTTOM CHARACTERS

KEVIN RAT ASS LYNCH

Linda Barnes: fuck u sweet life of Zac n Cody Bitch

Ashley Seaver: bla bla [insert fandom take about she’s over-hated] well she was boring & I’m bitter they fired AJ Cooke that season so YES I’m gunna stay petty over it

David Rossi: srry but I cannot stand him. Every Rossi ep is boring, every Rossi Helps Another Character™️ episode would have been better if it was with Hotch. Yes I said it

Grant Anderson: too many people like him for no reason so I’m canceling that out by disliking him for no reason ♥️

#criminal minds #asks #I feel like Penelope should be ranked higher but I just. loveeee all the core 7 (except Rossi)#top 5

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Comfort Films Challenge

Thank you to the wonderful @omnishambolichologram for tagging me as always in these fun activites :3 ^^ Also - sorry it’s taken me weeks to FINALLY post this!

Film are definitely my number one enjoyment in life along with watching television series (aside from the obvious of spending time with family and friends) and there are quite a few comfort films for me, so it’s going to be difficult to narrow down to only seven! I might have to be cheeky and add in a couple of special mentions hehe

And FYI some of these films might not be necessarily comforting, but they are in that they’re easy to watch so many times because I love them that much. This list probably won’t have all of my absolute favourites, but we shall see what my brain comes up with this time because it sometimes changes.

(I won’t be able to rate one more than the other as they’ll all be different kinds of films so I wouldn’t be able to necessarily say one is better than the other)

I’ve chosen these films based on not only how rewatchable they are, but also on their sheer brilliance as a whole in terms of cinematography, dialogue, cleverness and the acting... (and probably on how long I’ve known them and grown to love them everytime I watch them)

Note: I don’t own some of the gifs included in this post. Credit would go to them if I knew who they were but I’m making sure that I don’t take credit for the ones which aren’t mine.

Good Will Hunting (1997)

This film is quirky, intelligent, funny and teaches you a lot about the choices you make in life. I think what I love about this film is how simple the ending is. “I gotta see about a girl...” - sums up how love can end up being the most important thing to grab hold of when you realise you have it and never had it before. I personally believe that this is probably Matt Damon’s best performance out of all his acting roles even to this day. Ben Affleck and Robin Williams were pretty damn great in it too.

Midnight Run (1988)

(This gif is mine).

This film has it all. A damn well cleverly written script with uncanny and hilarious dialogue, brilliant dynamic between the two main characters, fabulous music score, wonderful sets of shots (the cinematography of the beginning scene is great) and basically a simple story that is not only entertaining and easy to follow, but is acted out fabulously by everyone. The whole wild goose chase for these two men played by Robert De Niro and Charles Grodin across the country is just ridiculous, but ridiculously funny. I have to say that it’s definitely one of my top favourites of all time. If you want a laugh, I would recommend this one!

Special mention (another Martin Brest film): Beverly Hills Cop is on point also.

The Breakfast Club (1985)

It was tough for me to just decide on one John Hughes film as he’s one of my favourite directors of all time, but I chose Breakfast Club because it’s the ultimate classic coming-of-age story, and it’s all set in just one location. It’s clever in that there doesn’t have to be lots of action to make it good, all it does is introduce a bunch of teenage stereotypes and take away the shields that they have put on and learn to no longer be prejudice of one another. Eighties is also my favourite era of films and this is just a perfect mixture of comedy and drama. The acting is great and I give applause to especially Judd Nelson and Anthony Michael-Hall for their delivery and their facial expressions.

Special mentions of other John Hughes films he has written/directed that I ADORE: Pretty in Pink (Andrew McCarthy and James Spader yum), Sixteen Candles (hilarious), Uncle Buck (the best family film ever), Planes, Trains and Automobiles and Some Kind of Wonderful <3

Heathers (1988)

Christian Slater and Winona Ryder are the best duo in this film and it is another eighties classic. I related to both these characters and I can never get enough of this film. I have probably seen it twenty times or more and still not fed up with watching it. The dark comedy and the gritty and foul dialogue are iconic in this flick, and I take my hat off to the brilliant Heathers (Kim Walker - may she RIP, Shannen Doherty, Lisanne Falk) for playing such clever and awful characters. I was obsessed at one point with Slater because of his role as J.D and honestly his death at the end of the film is a powerful as fuck ending. The cinematography of the ending makes the film for sure, the angle, the chosen shots I just Ugh. Fabulous.

The Help (2011)

This film. I don’t know it’s just brilliantly done and the acting is perfection. Emma Stone, Viola Davis, Octavia Spencer, Jessica Chastain and Dallas Bryce-Howard are fantastic in their roles and this film explores such a crucial time period that I think is illustrated well. These women while fictional, feel so real and the struggle of black maids (black people in general really but this is specific to the women) is real. I cannot help but cry everytime at the ending, and the way that Aibilene stands up for herself, I never get tired of. It is easy to watch as it’s not painful like 12 Years A Slave, but it still epitomises the segregation that was so prominent in the sixties in southern US very well. I find comfort in how delightful the characters are and still manages to be funny despite the story being focused on such a sensitive subject.

The Shawshank Redemption (1994)

Shawshank, well we all know this film. It has been parodied and quoted so many bloody times, but yet I am cliche in love with it and I cannot fault a single thing about it. Tim Robbins is an underrated as fuck actor and he should be appreciated so much more for his stellar performance as Andy Dufrense. He is the epitome of the straight and narrow man who, really, is not a bad guy at all. In fact, he’s always tried to be the opposite. You symphathise with him throughout and you really feel his struggle, but also his perfect ability to be so human. He makes Red realise he is not as bad as he made himself believe and of course we know how good Morgan Freeman is. Again, this film like Heathers I could watch a million times and never get bored with it. Whether it’s on TV or I find it available online, I always will make time to watch it.

Call Me By Your Name (2017)

I have only recently come across this film about 8 months ago and it’s the kind of film which I can’t help but wonder where it’s been my whole life. I have already watched it probably like 10 times since I found it and I am so happy I did. However, it has led me to form an unhealthy obsession with Timothee Chalamet where he has come up in conversation in real life and I figured the only things I was still an avid fan of was of Supernatural and Red Dwarf, but no this film is just pure delightful dynamite. The cinematography is so elegant and perfect (especially during the dream like sequence when Elio is alone or in the gif above when Elio is watching Oliver). The screenplay brilliantly illustrates how wonderfully amazing but also torturous love can be, and well it is set in the eighties. What more can you love? Timmy and Armie have such good chemistry it’s unreal, and they make their characters so believable. Another film I cannot fault and could watch anytime, even though the ending is heartbreaking af.

Bonus: Bridget Jones’s Diary (2001)

Notting Hill (1999)

About TIme (2013)

There are plenty of other comfort films I adore but it probably depends on my mood. I’m definitely a sucker for romantic comedies and these three are on here as bonuses because they’ve also been very comforting to me over the years. What can I say? Richard Curtis writes some brilliant screenplays and directs some of them too.

#comfort films #comfort films challenge #heathers #good will hunting #the shawshank redemption #call me by your name #the breakfast club #the help #midnight run #notting hill #bridget jones's diary #about time #cinema lover

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theycallmebeccawrites · 5 years

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Chris & Ellie Series: Episode 15

With Tumblr holding my original writing blog @beccaheartschrisevans captive (aka flagged as explicit), I have made a secondary writing blog and may end up closing the other all together. In the meantime, I am reposting all of my stories on my new blog.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Ellie Spencer (OFC)

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: semi-graphic sex scene

Episode Summary: This episode takes place in early 2014 and is Chris and Ellie’s long awaited reunion.

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

This episode can also be read on AO3.

The Chris and Ellie series is primarily chronological. It begins with a flash forward to 2016 and has a few other scenes in the future. However, the majority of their story is told in chronological order starting in 2013 and going through 2017. Each episode starts with a date to help you place it within the story.

The Chris & Ellie Series Masterlist | Chris & Ellie Masterlist

Episode 14.5

Episode 15: The First of Many

January 2014

The house was silent around Ellie as she sat on the couch in the living room with her favorite book in her lap and her dog, Daisy, curled up at her feet. She'd made good progress in the book until she'd gotten Chris's text, some twenty minutes ago, saying that he and Scott had their luggage and were waiting for their car. Since then, she had reread the same paragraph at least ten times as her eyes kept leaving the well-loved paperback to peer out the window to the front yard of Chris's Los Angeles home and the quiet street beyond it.

Ellie, herself, had been back in LA for 36 hours and had planned to clean during the time between her arrival and Chris's, but she'd been surprised to find that, as a gift to her, he'd paid for a cleaning crew to come in and give the house and the grounds a thorough cleaning. All that had been left for her to do had been to touch up a couple things and prepare the bedrooms for the brothers.

The guestroom, which had unofficially become Scott's room as he was in between leases, had taken her no time at all to get ready for him. Chris's room, however, had taken her longer because she wasn't preparing it like a housekeeper would prepare it, but as a... well, something more than a friend but not quite a girlfriend would do it. She'd chosen her favorite sheets for his bed and had tucked some of her favorite bath stuff in an empty drawer she'd found in his bathroom. She certainly didn't plan for her and Chris to become intimate right away, after all, they'd only made out the one time, but she knew they'd get there eventually and she wanted to be prepared.

The topic of when they would actually have sex hadn't come up in the conversations she and Chris had had over the phone. Between those calls and the text messages they'd exchanged, things had returned to normal for them after the awkwardness following their kiss at the World Series and Ellie couldn't be happier with the way things were between them save for the physical distance between where she'd been and where he'd been.

The sight of the motorized security gate opening didn't register in Ellie's mind, at first, but then she saw the car waiting patiently outside and an excited thrill shot through her. The boys were back! It took every ounce of self-control she could muster to keep herself on the couch. She and Chris had decided to keep their relationship on the down-low for a while and, therefore, they couldn't risk someone getting a photo of his "housekeeper" meeting him at the door and greeting him in a non-housekeeper like way.

From the window, Ellie watched as the hired car drove up the driveway and parked in front of the house. Chris nor Scott waited for the driver to open their doors and, instead, met him at the trunk to get their bags and their heavy winter coats. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she watched them thank the driver and then make their way to the front door, which she had unlocked upon getting Chris's text earlier.

"Come on, Daisy," she said, encouraging the dog to get up. "Let's go get them something to drink."

They were halfway to the kitchen when Daisy heard the guys at the door and abandoned Ellie to investigate. From the kitchen, Ellie heard Chris laugh and greet the bulldog as he and Scott entered the house. She heard them drop their heavy bags in the hallway followed by Daisy's happy barks.

"Honey, we're home," Scott's voice rang out as he entered the kitchen where Ellie was waiting for them. With the grin of a younger brother messing with his big brother, he made his way over to Ellie and gave her a big, longer than necessary hug.

"Are you done?" Chris asked his brother, a hint of irritation in his voice.

Scott smirked and kissed Ellie's cheek before letting go and stepping back. "Why, did you want to give her a hug or something?" he asked his brother. He'd barely gotten the words out of his mouth, when Ellie reached up and flicked him in the ear closest to her. "OW! What was that for?" he shrieked, spinning around to glare at her.

"What happens between your brother and I is our business and nobody else's," Ellie said, putting her best threatening voice to use and giving him a look that matched. "That includes gossiping to my sister. Even if she asks. If I want her to know something, I will tell her. Got it?"

"Got it," Scott muttered as he rubbed his now bright red ear. Turning, he saw Chris smirking proudly and rolled his eyes. "I'm going to take my suitcase upstairs and you two do whatever it is you're going to do, but the football game starts in like 30 minutes, just keep that in mind."

Ellie's eyes met Chris's as Scott left the room and it wasn't until they heard him start stomping up the stairs that she said, "Hi." It was ridiculous, she knew, to be suddenly shy, but there she was.

"Hey," he replied. He licked his lips and then took a decisive step towards her and then another. When he finally was in front of her, he brushed the back of his hand against her cheek and smiled when she turned her head into his touch. He licked his lips again and then turned his hand, so he was cupping her chin. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers for a soft, brief kiss, not wanting to scare her. After all, talking about doing something was one thing, actually doing it was something entirely different.

A nervous laugh escaped Ellie's lips and she wrapped her arm around his neck to keep him from backing away. "This is good, really good," she assured him, her lips close enough to his that they nearly touched as she spoke. Then she kissed him back, assuring him non-verbally as well. He wrapped an arm around her waist and she relaxed into the embrace, which made him relax, too.

"I like this," Chris said, a moment later, a smile on his face as he looked down at her, still wrapped in his arms.

"Me, too," Ellie said, nodding her head. She opened her mouth to say something else, but was cut off by too loud footsteps from the hallway. She raised her eyebrows up at Chris and he shrugged, letting go of her to look at the opening to the hall.

"I'm coming into the kitchen," Scott said loudly, taking short, deliberately heavy steps.

"We're not doing anything," Chris informed his brother with a roll of his eyes as the latter entered the room with a hand over his eyes. "If we know you're home, we won't be doing anything out of our bedrooms."

A thrill raced through Ellie at his words and she turned to get bottles of water out of the fridge to hide the smile on her face. Clearly, Chris had been thinking about what they were going to do together, too. Grabbing the bottles of water, she closed the door and then held them out to the brothers.

"Thanks," Chris said, giving her a searing look that made her giggle.

"Ugh! Honestly!" Scott exclaimed, taking his water and stomping downstairs to the basement.

Chris laughed and gave Ellie's hand a squeeze before unscrewing the lid of the water bottle.

An hour later, Ellie sat between the brothers on the couch as they watched the playoff game between the New Orleans Saints and the Philadelphia Eagles, which would determine who the Seattle Seahawks, Ellie's favorite team, would play the following week. The game earlier in the afternoon had determined that the Indianapolis Colts would be playing the New England Patriots, Chris's favorite team, in the second week of playoff games. It was just like old times, except for the fact that Chris was holding her hand and she was sitting closer to him on the couch, but other than that, the dynamic between the three of them was still the same.

During the week that followed, Chris and Ellie stole what time they could together in between her hours at the bookstore, the hours she needed to work on her newest editing assignment and him being at the studio for reshoots. If Scott was home, they'd hang out with him, but if he wasn't, it was like they were like two high schoolers making out while hoping not to get caught by a parent.

Their first official date, that Friday night, had been Chinese takeout followed by watching a movie they'd both seen a number of times and therefore didn't need to really watch. That was the night that Ellie found out how much Chris enjoyed kissing and how perfectly they fit together on the couch in the basement.

That thought returned to her, the next day, when they'd been sitting on the couch, closer than even the week before, watching the football games with Scott while drinking beers and eating pizza. By some luck of the draw, Ellie wasn't sure, both the Seahawks and the Patriots were scheduled to play their divisional playoff game on Saturday with the two other divisional games taking place on Sunday.

The Seahawks had played first and the first half of the game had been dominated by the Seahawks, but things had gotten dicey in the fourth quarter for the 'hawks, which had Ellie sitting on the edge of the couch. Chris had been sympathetic during the quarter and had cheered with Ellie when the Seahawks managed to hold onto their lead to win the game.

Then the Patriots had played and had scored in every single quarter, thoroughly beating the Colts in the process. High on the win and a little drunk, Chris had offered to let Ellie out of their season-long bet about who was going to go to the Super Bowl, the Patriots or the Seahawks, but she reminded him that there was another week of games to determine who would be going to the Super Bowl and her team, like his, was still in the running.

Maybe it was the added tension from the football games or just hormones, but whatever it was, Scott constantly found himself nearly walking in on Chris and Ellie, during the week that followed. He took to making even more dramatic and loud entrances when he got home or when he was moving from room to room throughout the house, especially after he caught them making out in the laundry room. He was more than happy when they announced they were going to a game night at a friend’s house on Friday, knowing that it meant he didn't have to worry about any awkward moments that night.

The result of the game night had been that Chris's former roommates and their wives were joining them for the conference championship games as everyone was excited to see the outcome of Chris and Ellie's season-long bet. The Patriots had played first, against the Denver Broncos, and had played from behind the whole game due to the Broncos getting a field goal in the first quarter. This time, it was Ellie who'd been sympathetic as Chris watched in misery as the seconds ticked off the game clock, ultimately sealing the victory for the Broncos.

The Seahawks game had started in a similar fashion, with the San Francisco 49ers getting on the board first, but unlike the Patriots, the 'hawks had been able to keep the game close. The lead changes kept all of them, including the broken-hearted Evans brothers, on the edge of their seats at they watched. The Seahawks took the lead with just shy of 14 minutes left in the fourth quarter and then added to their lead with just over three minutes left, but it was still a one score game and the 49ers were quickly threatening. It was the Seahawks' Richard Sherman who determined the fate of the team when he intercepted the ball in the end zone with 22 seconds left on the clock.

Ellie had been ecstatic and crying happy tears when the clock ran out and even Chris and Scott couldn't help but be happy for her. Even when she reminded Chris that he was hosting a Seahawks Super Bowl party. He groaned, making the others laugh, but a bet was a bet and he was the loser of said bet.

During the next few days, Chris and Ellie seemed to grow closer than ever and it was while Scott was out with friends, one night, that Ellie broached the topic of sex. She and Chris had done just about everything, but have actual intercourse, and she was ready to take that step with him. That night, even.

"Don't you want it to be special though?" Chris asked her. They'd been making out on the couch in the basement, but had sat up to have the conversation. "Go someplace nice?"

"It's not the location that makes sex special, it's the person you're with," Ellie told him. "And you make me feel special, Chris." Her eyes shifted to the leather couch they were sitting on, before moving back to his. "I'm not saying I want to have sex right here, mind, but your bedroom or mine would be fine."

"What if I want to take you someplace nice?" he asked. "All of our dates have been in this house or a friend's house." She was special to him and, because of that, he had been extra careful with being seen in public with her, wanting to protect her from the scum that was the paparazzi.

"You know I don't mind where our dates have been," she said, her hand squeezing his. "But if you really want to take me someplace nice then you can."

"I really do and I have the perfect place in mind," he replied as just the place came to his mind as did the whiteboard calendar they had on the fridge to keep track of their schedules. "Do you think you could get someone to cover your shift at the bookstore Saturday?"

"I should be able to," she said. "Why?"

"I want to take you away this weekend," he told her. "To a bed and breakfast up the coast, but away from here."

Which was how, three days later, Ellie found herself in the passenger seat of Chris's car as he drove up the 101. She'd asked him about the place they were going, but he'd been pretty secretive about it, only telling her that it was a few hours up the coast and that he'd discovered the place when he'd first moved to LA as a teenager.

It wasn't until they were a good two hours into their drive that he said, "I should probably warn you about this place before we get there."

"What do you mean warn?" she asked, cautiously.

"I don't mean it in a bad way," he said with a chuckle. "It's just that the two Italian ladies who own the B&B are originally from New England and pretty much adopted the homesick teenager that showed up on the doorstep because his car ran out of gas."

Relief flooded through Ellie as she relaxed into her seat. "Tell me about them," she suggested.

For the remainder of the drive, Chris told her about his adopted aunts who'd helped him get over his homesickness and how they'd been like family to him ever since. He had returned their kindness, and love, by investing some money into their business and sending many a friend to stay there. He'd even taken his family to stay at the B&B a couple of times, but hadn't taken a significant other until her.

Knowing that he hadn't brought any of his former flames there made Ellie feel special, but also extremely nervous, knowing that his aunts were probably just aware of that fact as he was.

"Relax," Chris said, reaching his hand over to squeeze her knee. "They're going to love you."

A short while later, Chris parked the car in front of a Victorian looking house that was somewhat isolated from its nearest neighbor. They'd driven through a small beach community and had gotten a glimpse of the ocean as Chris had driven up a steep hill.

"It's beautiful," she said, admiring the view, as she met him at the trunk of the car to get her bag, but he shook of her hand and grabbed both of their bags.

"Just wait until you see the inside," he told her as he closed the trunk. He motioned for her to walk in front of him as they made their way up the path to the front door and up the stairs.

As she entered the bed and breakfast, Ellie was taken aback, at first, at how contemporary it was, but how it still felt as if it fit the exterior of the old home.

The lady at the front desk opened her mouth to greet her, but forgot all about Ellie when she saw Chris come inside. "Christopher!" she exclaimed, quickly moving from about the desk to greet him. "Sissy, he's here!" Her sister appeared, a moment later, and joined the group hug happening at the front door.

Ellie had to cover her mouth to keep from giggling as the sisters told Chris how healthy he looked while also asking if he'd eaten recently. It was clear to her that his adopted aunts loved him as if he was really their nephew.

After assuring him that he had eaten recently, he cleared his throat and gestured towards Ellie, reminding the sisters that they had another guest. "Aunt Carina and Aunt Rosalie, I'd like to introduce you to Ellie Spencer, my -"

He didn't get a chance to tell them what Ellie was, which was probably for the best because he wasn't sure what he was going to say she was. His friend? His date? His girlfriend? They hadn't had the conversation and, if he was being honest with himself, he didn't really want to, it only added pressure to a relationship. Regardless, at his words and his declaring her as his something, his aunts had moved their attention from him to Ellie, who was beaming and blushing from their attention.

Finally, his aunt Rosalie looked at him and tilted her head. "Are you both staying in your usual room?" she asked him.

"Yeah, that was the plan," he replied with a nod.

The woman beamed and then shook her head. "That won't do," she told him before she moved around to the front desk to look at the reservation book. "The Lovers Nest is available for this weekend, you'll share that." She didn't even wait for Chris's response before she plucked a set of keys from their lock box and handed them to him.

"Breakfast is served from 7 until 9 tomorrow and from 9 to 11 on Sunday," Carina told Ellie. "There are some great restaurants in town for dinner and lunch." She glanced at Chris. "But the kitchen is also well stocked for anyone who wants to clean up after themselves and doesn't use any of the ingredients listed on the menu for the next day's meal."

"We suspect you know the way up?" Rosalie said to Chris.

"Yes, I know how to get up there," Chris replied.

"It was lovely to meet you two," Ellie said, smiling at the sisters before she followed Chris to the stairs.

She followed him up where they walked through a hall lined with four bedrooms before climbing a second set of stairs. At the top of that staircase, there was a small landing with just a single door at the top that had "Lovers Nest" carved into the plaque attached to it. He unlocked the door and then gestured for her to go in before him.

Ellie felt her jaw drop as she entered what was no doubt the honeymoon suite. It stretched from one end of the house to the other, she suspected, with a sitting area on one side, a bedroom on the other with a door that led to the bathroom near the bed.

"This used to be the attic," Chris said as he set the bags down. "We converted it about five years ago."

"We?" Ellie asked, turning to look at him in surprise.

"Yeah," Chris said. "We did it in what was probably the hottest summer on record and it succccked." Taking her hand, he led her across the room to the small balcony that had been installed in between the roof peaks. "This is my favorite part of this room." He opened the doors and they stepped out onto it, taking in the beautiful view of the Pacific Ocean.

They stood out there for a couple of minutes before he brought her back inside and showed her the rest of the room, telling her stories about different parts of the room as they walked. Like how the tiling in the bathroom was the first tiling he'd ever done and how the sisters had refused to let him pull up the mistake he'd made in the job, which they'd hidden under a rug in the middle of the room. Chris pushed the rug aside with his shoe and showed Ellie where he'd messed up the otherwise perfect pattern of the tiling.

Since it was still early in the afternoon, Chris continued the tour downstairs, showing Ellie some of the empty guestrooms, community rooms and, eventually, out to the scenic views that the hilltop location provided of the Pacific Ocean.

It was as they were standing in the gazebo, that Ellie turned and said, "Thank you for bringing me here, Chris."

"I wanted to bring you someplace special," he said, with a slight shrug of his shoulders. "And it doesn't get more special to me than this place and you're special to me, so I wanted to bring you here."

They kissed then, putting every feeling they had for each other in the kiss that deepened as a cool wind swirled around them. She shivered slightly and he brought her closer to him, turning them in the process so his back got the worst of the wind.

The sound of a throat clearing brought their kiss to and end and they saw his aunt Carina standing at the foot of the gazebo with an apologetic smile. "We've had a few other couples check in," she told Chris. "Just wanted to let you know."

"Thanks," Chris replied, taking a hold of Ellie's hand. "I think we'll drive down and get some dinner before we come back up."

His aunt nodded and winked at Ellie before she made her way back to the house.

They walked to the car hand in hand and Chris opened the passenger door for Ellie to get in. Once she was seated, he walked back to the trunk and opened it, grabbing two items from it, before walking to the driver’s side. He handed Ellie one baseball cap before he put his own on, both of them Red Sox hats.

After driving down to the heart of the small town, Chris parked the car in one of the public parking lots and they made their way down the boardwalk, checking out different shops before they eventually made it to his favorite restaurant. Like several of the small mom and pop shops, he knew the owners and was greeted as if he was family. In some ways, it reminded Ellie of the small beach town she and her family went to in Oregon and she had a feeling Chris would love that place, too.

It was dark, by the time they returned to the bed and breakfast, and they said hello to his aunts before going upstairs to their room. It had been a long day and, knowing what they had planned for the evening, Ellie suggested they take showers. Separately.

A little while later, she was sitting in front of the fireplace when he came out of the bathroom, wearing just a pair of plaid sleep shorts. She'd showered first and had come out wearing one of the fluffy white robes that had been hanging in the bathroom, hiding her silky nighty from his view. Now, though, she stood up, slipped the robe off and then turned to look at him.

She could feel her heart pounding in her ears as Chris made his way over to her. She sucked in a breath as he roughly pulled her against him, but he didn't kiss her. She could feel his breath against her face as his hands caressed her body over the silk material of her lingerie and she whimpered at the touch.

Finally, she rose to her tiptoes and pulled his face down to hers for a much-needed kiss. He groaned against her lips and lifted her up with ease before he sat down on the loveseat. With her legs on either side of him, the crotch of her panties was positioned directly over the growing bulge in his shorts.

As they kissed, Chris's hands moved from her waist up to the straps of her sexy nighty. He pulled away from her as he lowered the straps down her arms and let out a throaty groan when her full breasts were revealed to his hungry eyes as the material fell to her waist. He'd seen her partially naked, both the top and the bottom parts of her, a few times, but never entirely naked and he couldn't wait.

Wanting to play with her breasts, he made to lay her on the couch, forgetting for a second that they weren't on the couch at home. Her head cracking against the edge of the loveseat reminded him.

"Oh fuck," he exclaimed as he pulled her back into his arms. "Ellie, bab- I'm- " He stopped trying to apologize when he realized she couldn't hear him over her laughter. It took him a second before he started laughing, too.

"Maybe we should do this on the bed," she suggested as she climbed off his lap. Her nighty fell to the floor as she stood, leaving her only in a pair of hot pink panties. She winked at him and then made her way to the bed.

He caught up to her and scooped her into his arms when she had nearly reached the bed and then he carried her the rest of the way, careful not to knock her head again as he laid her on the bed. He immediately joined her and began to caress her breasts, like he had been planning to do before knocking her head against the couch.

She arched her back, offering him more of her ample bosom and he greedily took it all, touching, licking and sucking each and every bit of her skin. He moaned around one of her nipples as he felt her caress his cock through the material of his shorts. He couldn't deny the primal urge to thrust his hips forward into her touch, but had enough willpower to stop it there.

"You first," he said, his words making goosebumps form on her skin.

Moving down her body, leaving no part of her unexplored by hand and/or mouth, he finally got to the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her legs where she kicked them off.

"Finally, I've gotten you naked," he said with an exaggerated tone of accomplishment. As he had hoped, she laughed and relaxed under his heavy gaze as he took in every inch of her.

He thought she was beautiful fully dressed, but she was a goddess naked. She by no means had a perfect body, but she had a beautiful body, curves that he wanted to trace with his tongue and hidden places that he couldn't wait to explore.

"You're beautiful," he said, his tone becoming serious as his eyes met hers. "So beautiful."

She blushed and looked away and he quickly moved up to kiss her and tell her how beautiful she was again and again. Then he moved back down her body to tell her in the way only his body could tell hers. She wasn't shaved, between her legs, but she was neatly trimmed and he showed her his appreciation, making her cry out his name as she came from the combined efforts of his fingers and his mouth.

His cock was throbbing painfully when he finally made his way back up her mouth. Her usually pouty lips were still swollen from their kissing as well as from her biting down on her lower lip during his fun and he could easily recall how quickly she'd gotten him off with her mouth earlier that week. Because of that, he shook her off when she reached for the waistband of his shorts, promising her that she could play with him later, but he wanted to come inside of her this time.

So, while he took off his shorts, revealing his hard cock, she grabbed a condom from the box on the nightstand closest to her. She tore open the package with her teeth and then motioned him towards her.

"No teasing," he said as he sat on his knees. "Otherwise, I might lose it all before I'm even inside of you."

"We wouldn't want that," she replied as rolled the condom onto him. "Not when you've promised to rock my world."

Chris grinned and leaned down to kiss her. He had promised to rock her world the night he'd convinced her to wait until they got to the bed and breakfast to have sex. That had been the night she'd blown him away (in more ways than one) with a fantastic blow job that had left him questioning his sanity when he'd let her go back to the guesthouse for the night.

Shaking his head, Chris positioned himself between her legs and slid into her until he was fully seated. He stayed in place for a couple moments, willing himself to keep from coming at that point. She felt so good and was better than he could have ever imagined. She rocked her hips forward, reminding him that she had needs, too.

Leaning forward, he captured her lips with his own and began to move within her as he kissed her. She clung to him as he moved and occasionally met his thrusts with ones of her own. She looped her legs over his own, opening herself wider while pulling him closer to her.

The sounds of their passion soon filled the room as neither held back. (Retrospectively, Chris would be glad that they had sprung for the extra, higher quality soundproofing when they'd been remodeling the honeymoon suite.)

Nearing his release, Chris pulled back and rested his hands on either side of her to put more effort into his thrusts and she adjusted accordingly, bringing one of her legs up to rest on his hip. He shuddered and felt his body jerk against her as he came, filling the condom with several spurts. His climax triggered hers and he felt her stiffen beneath him, every muscle in her body contracting as she came, a shudder following almost immediately as her body relaxed.

They laid there for a couple minutes, their chests rising and falling quickly as they tried to catch their breaths. Then they took turns using the bathroom before they got back into bed. Unlike the two other times they'd shared a bed, he pulled her close to him as he nestled his naked body against hers and fell asleep.

Episode 16

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Fanfic: After The Storm (weatherghost)

AKA the ‘Young Rogues’ fic I’ve been dying to write...

Fandom: The Flash Pairing: Joslyn “Joss” Jackam/Raya Van Zandt Words: 3100 Rating: Explicit Tags: Reaction fic s05e10, angry sex, rough sex, power dynamics

[For AO3 version see link in profile]

Snippet: Joss howls. Lightning strikes above the warehouse, thunder rolling behind it. Joss shoves Raya forward towards the table—she falls back across it, blinking in surprise, tablet and papers blown every which way around her. Joss ends up sprawled above her, glaring down.

And Raya just laughs beneath her. “Wow. Don’t get your way and you resort to violence? Well, aren’t you a little hurricane.” She leans up, whispers, “I like it,” in her ear.

After The Storm

In a parking lot in Central City, there’s a storm blowing up.

Joss Jackam stands at the centre, staff lifted high above her head.

Dark clouds split clear blue skies apart. Lightning breaks across the sky, setting it alight with a crack of thunder that drowns out the noise in her head. A gale blasts in, setting her hair and jacket thrashing around her. She’s drenched... and laughing. Joss is the eye, standing spellbound in the centre. Here, everything’s okay. With her staff raised like a druid’s, calling down the forces of nature, no one can touch her. No one would dare.

The Silver Ghost fades into the doorway, watching her, arms crossed over her motorcycle jacket. Rain splatters across it, wind rippling the leather in waves across her arms, her breasts, but she doesn’t move. Not a single hair on her stupid immaculate head moves out of place.

Joss forces her gaze away from Raya, breathing back into the the downpour. The winds churn higher around her. She tries to keep steady—but she’s panting now, channeling everything inside her through the staff. Giving all that fury to the sky.

A condescending smirk crosses Raya’s face.

Offering you a second chance... Weather Witch.

Joss lifts the staff higher and screams.

Far in the distance, the thunder calls back to her.

She tears her eyes away from the storm, back to the woman leaning in the doorway—those muscles, that controlled stare. All that power. Raya’s staying a safe distance from Joss, her eyes guarded.

Joss feels her fingers tighten around the staff.

The storm drops like rubble around her.

A voice echoes in the sudden, awful silence. “Are you coming in, or what?” Raya says, amused eyebrows raised.

The staff hangs limp in her hand, but Joss can still feel the tidal wave surging inside her.

---

Home base, Raya called it.

Joss hasn’t had a home for a long time, but she knows this is not homely. She takes a step inside the roll-up door behind Raya. The garage smells of damp and engine oil. She has no idea if there’s a kitchen or even a bathroom anywhere here. Whether Raya lives here or just… works out of here.

It’s cold in ways the weather staff couldn’t touch, and she wraps an arm around herself.

As a child, Joss spent years making up stories about Mark Mardon. He was a king in a castle. When she finally met him, he would lift his princess up in his arms and adore her. Not like her mother, who mostly pretended she wasn’t there. One day she was taken to a mostly-empty warehouse. A drip trickled slowly down the concrete wall. She played on a pile of broken furniture in the corner, scraped her knee, cried. And then her father finally looked at her—his face dark, threatening.

I’ve got shit to do, Julie. You think this is any place for a kid? Get the brat outta here.

Back then, too, she’d had her little arms wrapped around herself against the cold.

Between a few other forced visits that neither of them wanted, she tried hard never to think about her father again. And failed, clearly. Here she is. Because of him.

And because of Raya.

(Because of you, says the voice inside her, the one that sounds like her mother.)

Raya’s gone to her work table, staring at a tablet. Behind her, something loud and probably 90s-retro is blaring out of computer speakers. Looks like Joss has already been forgotten.

She tenses her grip on the staff. Sparks crackle at the end, an echo of thunder.

God, Joss could watch her all day, in that close-fitting leather jacket, dark hair falling behind her shoulders like rain, tiny smile playing on her sculptured lips.

She doesn’t want to think about the way Raya looked at her when the storm raged around them, when Joss had power at her fingertips. She doesn’t want to think about the way she looked at Raya, either, when that gorgeous car thundered to life under Raya’s goddamn gorgeous hands. (Ugh. Does she have to be so hot?)

She really doesn’t want to think about XS… Nora. (Any knucklehead could see the pretty young CSI from Joss's trial behind that black mask.) How the speedster changed like the wind, arriving one sudden and terrible moment with hate in her eyes, returning the next with that earnest speech over the radio. Forgiving Joss while she was trying to run her down.

(You shouldn’t be forgiven.)

Over at her work table, Raya has pulled up a picture of that journalist. Spencer Young. Joss has never met her, and she hates her already. “Young Rogues,” Joss says, aiming for a sneer. “Bit on the nose, isn’t it?”

Focused on her screen, Raya doesn’t look up. Targeted—like a weapon. “I don’t see anyone else using the name.”

Joss runs her fingers down her staff. All that lightning just a minute ago, and it's cold already. “My dad worked for Leonard Snart.”

“Right, for like a week.” Raya glances up at her and laughs. “Oh my God. Your father so much as comes up in conversation, you get this thousand-yard stare. It’s so fucking cliched.”

There’s heat in Joss’s cheeks, and she slams the weather staff down. Sparks fly again, a warning.

But Raya just laughs, turning back to her tablet. “You’re such a child. How old even are you?”

She finds a stool behind her and perches on it. It’s got a leg loose. She wobbles silently, back and forth. “I turned 23 in jail,” she says, after a minute.

That was a bad day. Neither of her parents would take her call.

“Poor baby,” Raya taunts.

Joss pretends not to react to that. “You’re, what, 28?”

“Something like that.”

“Young Rogues.” Joss laughs, trying for disdainful. “You’re practically Lisa Snart’s age.”

Raya’s eyes narrow at the screen, those unfairly perfect lips briefly pursing. “Don’t really care what you think.”

Joss aims the weather staff upwards, smiling at the bright crackles of lightning that dance across the dark ceiling. “But you really wanted me for your little girl gang. What do you even know about me?”

Raya shoves the tablet, and Spencer fucking Young, away across the table. “I know plenty. Let’s see…” Two hands on the table, pushes herself up. “Adrenaline junkie, clearly, with that storm chasing shit.”

Scoffing, Joss rolls her eyes back up to the damp roof. “Sure, and your car racing’s got nothing to do with that.”

“We’re not talking about me.” She takes a couple of slow steps forward across the space between them, her eyes just a little apprehensive on the weather staff that Joss is still gripping like a lifeline. “Hmm, what else? Daddy issues. Even based your alias on him. Dull." Her red lips thin out a little. "But you were willing to kill him, so at least you’re not all talk." Her voice turns singsong, mocking. “You don't see your mother, either. So sad.”

Joss can feel the cold metal of the staff in her hand as her fingers close tighter around it.

Raya takes a step closer, arms folded. Every inch of her is the soldier, a tight coil ready to spring out. “Love that you’re totally self-taught, with the weather science. But then you got obsessed...” She sounds almost sincere, and Joss frowns. “Obsession’s good. I can use that.”

Joss shrugs, uneasy under Raya’s sharp gaze. Use. “I found other ways to make ends meet.”

Another step closer, and her smile is almost predatory. “Really? Spill.”

Like she’s telling this asshole anything. She knows too much about Joss already. Deadlock. That doesn't last long, in nature. Warm air fighting cold creates cyclones, and they destroy anything that stands in their way.

“Fuck you,” Joss snarls.

Raya takes one more step closer. Joss can feel warm breath on her face. “Yes please,” Raya purrs, eyes flashing with teasing and… something else.

Joss tries to mirror her commanding stance, arms folded across her own chest, but she probably just looks like a petulant child. “So you know stuff about me. And you’re taking advantage.”

Raya just grins. Power sparks in her eyes.

What can it do?

Let’s find out...

Joss swallows, doesn’t let herself look away. “Why are you so set on me staying?”

Raya lays a steady hand on her shoulder. Joss’s breath catches. “We’re both the best at what we do. Think of the things we could do together.” She’s planted like a mountain in front of Joss—and, oh, Joss is thinking about it now. “You, me, and the others,” Raya goes on, oblivious.

Others.

Joss drops her eyes to the gray floor. “I don’t know if I... want this.”

Raya’s shrug is skeptical. “Didn't turn yourself in, did you? You had enough good sense to run from that speedster.”

“Leave her out of this.”

Laughing, Raya rolls her eyes. “Sure, hon.”

“It’s not like you’re so innocent!” Joss yells. Thunder rumbles in the distance. “You tried to kill XS. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone—”

“—Just your father,” Raya interrupts casually.

“That was a mistake. I didn’t want any of this!” She slams the staff down, hard, against concrete. More sparks fly down from the ceiling, and Raya flinches, just a little. Something wild in Joss delights in that brief widening of fear in her eyes.

“Then maybe you should have thought of that before you unleashed a lightning tornado on hundreds of people. Really are as fickle as the wind, aren’t you?” She snorts. “Fine. Go find somewhere else to waste your time—if you think you can. Know anything about life on the run as a convicted criminal, Joss?”

“It wasn’t my fault,” Joss mutters, her free hand coming up into her hair. She’s drowning under a wave of truth.

(You're a criminal. You have nowhere to go.)

Something dark crosses Raya’s face. “The system won’t care. Didn’t you learn that at your trial? People out there…” She waves a hand towards the warehouse door, showing off flawless black nails. “They hate metas and people with meta tech—unless you’re lucky enough to be in the Flash’s inner circle, and you’re not. They don’t want repentant Joss Jackam. They want the wicked Weather Witch, daughter of evil Mark Mardon.” With a crooked half-smile, Raya reaches out, strokes a hand across Joss’s cheek. “it's destiny worse than a fairy tale, hon. Don't fight it. Be who they want you to be. Be the best at it.” She smiles, and Joss has to tear her eyes away from those sumptuous lips. She licks her own.

She shakes her head tightly, the desperate place inside her flaring up again. “This is your fault! I pled guilty. I wanted to pay for what I did. You made me come with you.”

Raya’s eyes narrow. “Pretty sure I offered you a choice, hon. You really regretting taking it?”

Fists clenched, one on the staff, one by her side. “I… I don’t know, okay!”

But Raya’s scoffing, turning away. Back to Spencer fucking Young, and all the others. Joss forgotten. Again.

Joss howls. Lightning strikes above the warehouse, thunder rolling behind it. Joss shoves Raya forward towards the table—she falls back across it, blinking in surprise, tablet and papers blown every which way around her. Joss ends up sprawled above her, glaring down.

And Raya just laughs beneath her. “Wow. Don’t get your way and you resort to violence? Well, aren’t you a little hurricane.” She leans up, whispers, “I like it,” in her ear.

She grabs Raya by the shoulders, thrusts her back down again. She doesn’t care that Raya’s fucking hot. She doesn’t. She’s had it with this shit.

A moment later they’re kissing, urgent and tempestuous, Raya pushing back up against her like a savage wind. Joss feels all that power coursing through her again, the same electricity she felt with Silver Ghost beside her as she raised a thunderstorm under a purple sky.

Raya’s hands are in her hair, pulling, and God, she’s strong. Joss manages to pin her down anyway, kissing her back harder. Her own hands tangle in Raya’s shirt, reaching beneath it. Something like a bolt of lightning breaks through her, raw and brutal. She looks up and hates Raya, with her impeccable jacket and hair and makeup. She’s going to wreck them all.

Raya growls and flips her over on the table. Joss should have guessed she'd want to be in control. Raya’s up on one knee above her, an arm across Joss’s chest, eyes blazing. So there is something that can break through that perfect, unflappable exterior, after all.

Trembling, Joss pulls an arm out of Raya’s hold, reaching out to grab the weather staff where she let it fall onto the table beside them.

Raya splutters out a laugh. “Seriously?” She sits back on her knees, running a hand across that goddamn exquisite hair, still perfectly in place.

Joss glares and ignores her, one hand raising the staff vertically above them.

Winds pick up around them, harsh and cold. Joss’s hair whips around her face. She’s forced back as Raya anchors her down, sucking on her neck. Joss is gasping, flooded. Raya presses her harder into the hard, cold table beneath, pulling Joss’s shirt up and away, then going to work on her bra. The metal surface of the table buzzes and crackles beneath the Weather Witch’s skin, charged by the lightning breaking above them.

She lifts a secret smile upwards. I made that. Let Raya have this. She’s a picture of control and focus, unmoved in the hurricane, and Joss wonders just how much Raya needs this. Joss, with all her storm chasing, all her wild, capricious forces raging inside, knows who she’d rather be.

“This okay?” Raya mutters, and Joss gives a hesitant nod, then, when Raya pauses, a more decisive one. She feels the rough fabric of her borrowed mechanic’s jacket as it’s slipped over her arms, her leggings sliding slowly down her legs. She shivers in the damp garage, for a moment, before Raya’s warm, unhurried hands glide up her exposed thighs. Raya’s fingertips skirt Joss’s pussy and pull away, so light, so controlled that Joss wants to scream with frustration.

Raya’s flawless hands tease and tease, finally pushing inside her, then pulling back out, caressing her folds, pushing back in again.

She can barely breathe, two fists tight by her sides on the table. Raya is easing off her hold on her now, just one hand on her shoulder as the other expertly strokes and fingers Joss, who’s still gasping for air like a drowning woman in a tsunami. Fuck, her clit is throbbing, but Joss refuses to beg. Especially when Raya aims a knowing smirk down at her.

“Oh yeah, you like that, baby?” she hears, growled in her ear. Warm breath prickles on her cheek, every part of her still so sensitive after the nearby lightning.

“Yes,” Joss hisses. “Don’t stop.”

Raya’s chuckle is oddly soothing. “I got you, baby. Relax.” Her hand lets go of Joss’s shoulder, comes down to brush soft strokes across her breasts, beneath her neck. “I’m in charge.”

Joss grabs Raya’s tight, denim-clad ass, tries to pull down her jeans, and a firm hand clamps over hers. “Stop that," she says in Joss’s ear. "I told you. Relax.” Distant thunder rumbles behind her her voice.

She obeys, lying back with her head against the solid surface beneath her, closing her eyes. She hardly notices the wind dying away around them into silence. She gives in to the pleasure, letting go, focusing on Raya’s strong, safe hands. It’s as good as the wildest storms she’s ever chased—the power of something stronger wrapped around her, and Joss safe in the calm of it. And God does she need that right now.

Everything quiets, till there’s nothing but Raya, above her and inside her.

Raya is stroking her clit, lightly at first, then firmer. Waves surge, crashing over and over her.

Joss gasps her way through the climax of the storm, Raya’s beautiful hands coaxing her in and out of it. “I got you, baby,” she says again, a calm, safe whisper in her ear.

An anchor.

Reaching out for the staff again, Joss finds it next to her with a gentle touch. Rain falls, soft and slow and warm. They lie there for a while, drenched, entangled in each other’s arms on the table, skin to wet skin.

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Afterwards, clammy and half naked, they find their way to the old leather couch. Joss is shivering. With an unreadable but soft look at her, Raya pulls a blanket over them both.

The weather staff is draped across Joss's lap. It keeps her at a safe distance from Raya. They don’t cuddle—it doesn’t seem to be Raya’s style. She’s tightly wound, military order containing something deep and simmering underneath. Her fucking perfect hair is, of course, still flawlessly in place. Joss snorts, and Raya raises an unanswered eyebrow.

They sit there, listening to the wind crying outside.

“Your doing?” Raya asks, glancing over at her with a little smile.

Joss shakes her head. “Too tired.” She holds up a hand in the air. “I can feel it, though.” She nods at the staff, her other hand lightly resting on. “It connects me. To… everything.”

Raya’s eyes sparkle. “Connects you, huh?” She reaches out, hesitant, and Joss nods. She wraps her fingers around Joss’s free hand. “Maybe you’re not just an adrenaline junkie after all.” Raya shifts in her seat, turning to look properly at her. “You really didn’t want to be a career criminal?”

She shakes her head tightly, her stomach clenching again.

“Then why did you do it—any of it?”

Joss glances away. In a corner, there’s a drip trickling slowly down the concrete wall.

“Saw an opportunity.” She looks back at Raya, who’s gazing at her. Consumed. Like Joss in a storm.

Joss likes it.

She tunes back in to the computer, still playing the same angry, swoopy-voiced singer. “What's the music?”

“Tori Amos.”

She laughs. “Of course it is.”

She slips the staff to the ground, moving closer to Raya, tangling their hands tighter together. Perfect black nails slide softly across ragged, bitten ones.

Raya rolls her head back, looking up at the ceiling. “Think it’ll rain?”

“Nah.” Joss slides in against Raya’s side, just a little bit warmer and safer than she was. “It’ll be clear skies for a bit, now.”

The rest, she can figure out later.

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literallyprentissstwin · 6 years

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Week 10: Monday, July 16th to Monday, July 23th 2018

bonjour & welcome to this new reading list which is already the tenth one wooow. i´m really really sorry for the delay and i almost couldn´t post it today, but i managed to do so bc i needed distraction.

so as always, i collected some of my fav fics :) please leave some love to the authors & give them feedback!

enjoy!

aileen xx

1 - Big God by @lotus--writings

oook wow. the angst was real. it had me shook. but it´s so good. it´s very well written and i loved reading it a lot. interesting plot as well! xx

2 - I Want to Tell You part 3 (Spencer Reid x Reader) by @spencerreidreads this story is really good and the perfect mix of everything. the end aka the convo with PG had me in tears. ooo and spence should finally make a move. well done xx

3 - Take Care of Yourself by @dontshootmespence

ok, first of all: i never heard of stomach migraine before but they sound suck-y. spence is so caring and soft. i love him a lot. and i loved this fic xx

4 - Caught Up in the Moment (Spencer Reid x Reader) by @a-bau-tiful-mind

oooh god, this was perfect and the end was kind of unexpected. also, i can relate to that part about barnes lol. i love the team and spence and Y/N are cute af. great work xx

5 - What Does This Mean? by @spencer-is-too-perfect

this is a reminder to myself to actually reread this story bc i only had the chance to slightly skim (?) it and i feel really really bad about this, but what i read about it so far sound SO GOOD. reid is just amazing. i def need to catch up on the whole story.

6 - Infiltrated: Epilogue by @stunudo

i´m actually so sad that this series is over bc it is so so good. you´re so freaking talented. i loved this epilogue a lot. i love and miss Hotch. i´m def gonna reread this series as often as i can and i can just highly recommend it. great work xx

7 - A Place to Call Home by @butsomeofusarelookingatthestars

yes, my fav luke writer is back. i´ve missed u heaps. this story was a blessing. i love me some overprotective luke & i love that you integrated a men talk between Luke and Will. i think they have good friendship potentio (@ cm writers!!). this whole thing is perfect. i´m in love.

8 - Article of Faith: Chapter 21, Chapter 22 by @dontshootmespence

i seriously can never get enough of this series. it´s just so good and so different (good different!!!). it´s a masterpiece. also i´m living for this relationship billie and spence have. but i´m also curious to see what matt finds out. literally can´t wait for more.

9 - Pancakes by @ionlyreadfivebookslastweek

the beginning actually kind of broke my heart. like i felt so so bad. but i´m so happy everything turned out well in the end. yey for happy endings!

10 - Redamancy: Pt. 10, Pt. 11, Pt. 12 by @xocriminal-minds-imaginesxo

i´m so in LOVE with this istg. this series is life and i´m so happy that i came across it. i really don´t have enough words for it. all the plots each parts have are so different and good and cover all emotions. it´s perfect. great job xx

11 - What Do I Do? by @gabriellewritermua

i had the privilege to preread this story and i liked it from the very first second. it´s very well written and i loved the plot and the way the characters are written. well done! xx

12 - First Time Out by @dontshootmespence

ok seriously??? how are people so creative with requests? like teach me? this was so good and had me at the edge of my seat. a lot of suspense, my favv child Jack and a protective hotch. i mean can it get any better? i don´t think so. well done, nicole xx

13 - I Will: Pt. 4, Pt.5 (Final) by @xocriminal-minds-imaginesxo

again, another reminder to myself yall. i just discovered this multiparter and i really need to start at the beginning bc these two parts here got me hooked and i def need to check out all the previous parts yup. i love me some angst.

14 - Tie My Heartstrings (Derek Morgan x Reader) by @spencerreidreads

this story right here is an entry to my challenge, thank you for participating. :) yey, a derek morgan fic. my heart is already happy. but DEREK BOI WHAT ARE U DOING? like ugh, can i smack u? but then again, the ending was so cute i´m in love :)

15 - Smooth as a Bump in the Road by @dontshootmespence

this was hilarious. i love spence so so much. he´s just so cute and i could hug him all day long. also, i miss his and derek´s friendship so much on the show. great work xx

16 - The Best Job in the World - BAU x Reader by @curlsincriminology

i loved everything about this story. EVERYTHING. i also loved JJ in this story like a whole lot, this little legend. perfect! well done x

17 - Talent >> Derek Morgan by @eideticreid

woowza, another morgan fic. DAY MADE! this one was really good and the plot was really creative. you´re writing is so good, i´m jealous.

18 - Sweet Lullaby by @tenaciousarcadeexpert

aww, this one was soo soo soo cute. i def need to see more of matt and his family. this fic gave me life :)

19 - the hardest goodbye´s are the ones we never get to say by @holoitsmeagaintoo

this fic is also an entry to my challenge & also to you, thanks for participating :) so so so good. i loved it so much. it´s a really good way to integrate the prompt and the angst was there, i could feel it. well done xx

20 - Just Us Now - Spencer Reid by @bookofreid

oh god, Dad!Reid. ily. tho this plot was so so sad :( but i love their dynamic and now i want the writers to give this man a damn child.

21 - Similar by @spncmshsvu

okay, wow...wow. this was heavy angst, but i loved reading it. like holy cow, i don´t know what else to say except that i´m speechless and that this story was really well done and that you´re super talented.

22 - Movie Night by @xocriminal-minds-imaginesxo

another reminder to myself yey. this story seem to be pretty awesome and i´m sorry i hadn´t have time to really read it. so consider this a reminder to myself for reading it asap. i bet it´s great :)

23 - rubix. by @uncomfie

yes, my fav derek morgan writer on earth is back. this is pure perfection. seriously, how are you so talented? i loved it a lot but you probably could already guess so. ilysm <3

24 - I´m Still Scared by @dontshootmespence

this had me at the edge of my seat. also, my fav genius worries too much. the middle of the fic was quite a shocker but i´m super happy that everything ended up being good.

25 - Graduate With The Truth II Spencer Reid by @alittlelessthanacirclefics

i´m in love omg. emma and spence are perfect omg. also the end!!!! i´m in love...great work! xx

26 - She´s a secret by @docspencerreid

another entry for my challenge! thank you for participating! omg this plottwist was so unexpected like seriously. the angst is real. this was so good well done. the end had me shook. maybe do a part two?

27 - Morality Above All by @dontshootmespence

ok seriously? please tell me that this isn´t stilla topic today, bc if so, i have no words. JJ was super badass and i miss hers and hotchs dynamic so much. really good story and very well written!

28 - Roles Reversed by @ionlyreadfivebookslastweek

this was funny bc i never expected derek morgan to ask spencer reid for relationship advice. this was everyting.

29 - Cold Nights by @xocriminal-minds-imaginesxo

a derek morgan fic, i´m in love. he is so underrated. and this story was so good and i loved it with all my stone cold heart!

30 - Even You Can´t Save Everyone by @stunudo

yey, another entry for my challenge! thanks for participating! but why don´t you just stab me in my face? like really. first of all. thanks again for participationg. i´m glad you were a part of this, bc tbh you´re one of my inspo´s on here. beyond that, this fic was perfect. the angst. i feel blessed. well done.

31 - Familiar Strangers by @illegalcerebral

idk why but tumblr is still being a d** when it comes to those parts of this series. like i was damn sure i saw it in my notes, but it is gone AGAIN: @ tumblr: please fix yourself. so as a matter of fact that i need a lot of catching up bc this series deserves the world and i need to read this bc ELLE <333333 i tagged the whole masterlist so i can reread everything. guys, please read this fic! it´s amazing!

32 - Second Chance: Part 6 by @docspencerreid

and another remind to me, bc i need to catch up on a lot of parts of this story. but nevertheless it deserves a spot on here. go check it out and give her some feedback bc this story is great!

so this was last weeks reading list. i really hope you liked it. don´t forget to leave some love and feedback to the authors. see you all next sunday :) (hopefully)

#aileen´s reading list #week 10 #spread positivity #fandom #love #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #too much talent on this list

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Two Left Feet

Request: heyyy could u pls do a spencer x fem!reader where it’s jj and will’s wedding. people have been convincing spencer to dance all night but he just admires reader dancing from afar (they’re both crushing on each other) eventually he dances with her to “can’t take my eyes off of you” and ends with a kiss?? kinda specific but i think i’d be super cute

A/N: Thanks for the prompt, @l0ve-0f-my-life! I hope this is cute enough for you 🥺I tried to make it as sweet as possible without giving you any cavities LOL I wasn’t sure which version of Can’t Take My Eyes Off You you wanted, so I didn’t specify, I hope that’s okay! Hope you enjoy!

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff

Content warning: Nothing just pure fluff

Word count: 1.5k

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JJ and Will’s wedding was probably the most beautiful wedding you had been to in a while. After all the chaos the day before brought to the team it felt as if this was the sweetest outcome to happen. It was about time JJ gave in to Will’s proposal.

JJ was extra beautiful that evening in her mother’s wedding gown as she walked down the aisle to meet Will to exchange vows. You and Garcia couldn’t contain your emotions as you watched JJ and Will exchange their vows. You had your money on Penelope shedding the first tear, but you found little tears escaping your eyes before hers even formed. Maybe you were the bigger sap when it came to romance.

During the reception, you were able to take a few pictures of everyone looking gorgeous in their formal wear. Seeing everyone in such a celebratory mood was definitely something you wanted to capture and save forever. Some of your favourite pictures were with Spencer and Derek because their dynamics were so different when it came to poses. Derek was all for the camera while Spencer wasn’t quite sure how he should pose. Another set of pictures you loved were the ones with the JJ, Emily and Penelope. Those pictures reminded you of how lucky you were to have those three amazing women in your life.

The best part of any wedding was when everyone got a chance to bust a move on the dance floor. You loved dancing and it was even more satisfying to do with a crowd. With a dangerous amount of alcohol in everyone’s systems, no one was shying away from the dance floor. Well, almost no one.

You had been dancing with anyone who approached you. Whether it was a slow song or dance song, you didn’t hesitate to bust a move. Emily and Derek were probably the only two other people who could out dance you which made dancing with them even more fun. Seeing Hotch smiling and dancing was even a better sight to see. It made it seem as if he had a bit of happiness left in him, which made you happy.

Seeing JJ and Will dance so close to each other gave you something to admire. You wish you had someone to hold as intimately as they held each other. The thought made you realize you hadn’t seen Spencer on the dance floor at all. You looked around to see where he could be hiding. You went over to where Penelope and Derek were getting their two-step on.

“Hey, guys. Have you seen, Spence?” You asked.

Derek smirked. “You mean Dr. Won’t dance, but will admire from afar?”

You raised a questionable eyebrow. Derek spared you from any further confusion when he pointed towards a table to your right. You saw Spencer sitting there, pretending to look off into space. You kept your eye on him until he finally peaked back your way. You gave him a smile and a tiny wave. He awkwardly waved back before he looked away again.

You turned back to Derek. “Why isn’t he dancing?”

“We’ve all been asking him the same thing all night, but he says he’s content sitting and watching everyone have a good time,” he explained.

“Which is total bullshit because he’s been looking at you dance the whole night,” Penelope chimed in.

You blushed. “Really? How do you know he’s been looking at me specifically?”

“Well, that’s the real reason we’ve all been pushing him to come out and dance. He obviously wants to dance with you, but doesn’t know how to ask. He’s not as smooth as the king of persuasion over here,” Derek joked.

Penelope playfully rolled her eyes as she light hit his chest. “Oh please, the only reason you can persuade is because of that sly smile of yours. Reid is a little ball of nerves and adorable awkwardness. He just needs the right person to bring him out of his shell.”

“That would help. Who do you think could do that?” You asked.

“Y/N, you’re a whole profiler and you couldn’t figure out the right person for the job is you?” Derek joked.

“Me? But if I go over there now and ask him to dance with me, won’t he know you two told me to ask him to dance?” You asked.

“As long as his little butt gets on the dance floor with you, I don’t care if he knows we exposed him. Now go, my tiny dancer,” Penelope said.

You wanted to get a few final words in, but Derek and Penelope kept shooing you away. You sighed and made your way up to Spencer. You were thinking of the best ways to persuade him to dance with you. You knew how shy he was and how much he hated attention on him, so you would understand if he didn’t want to dance.

He had noticed you walking his way. He sat upright in his chair and smoothed his tie down. You could tell he was becoming nervous just by you approaching him. You made sure to soften your face and keep your smile gentle to show him there wasn’t anything to worry about.

“Hey, Spence, I’ve been looking all around for you. Why are you sitting? The dance floor too hot for you,” you joked.

He awkwardly smiled. “No, no, I-I, um, just wanted to sit for a while.”

“A while? Spence, ten songs have gone by already. That’s like almost an hour of you just sitting.”

“46 minutes and 27 seconds, but I’m not counting.”

You giggled. “Well, if you don’t wanna sit and “not count” anymore, we can dance.”

“Did Morgan and Garcia tell you to ask me? Don’t make them pressure you into doing anything,” he said.

You shook your head. “No. Well, they did tell me you have been watching me dance. Then again I’ve been trying to find you, so I guess we’ve both have been trying to see one another.”

You could see Spencer’s cheeks turn a rosy red when you said that. He licked his lips as he searched for the right words to respond with. As he thought of what to say you could hear Can’t Take My Eyes Off You playing. Without hesitation you grabbed Spencer’s hand and pulled him out of his seat.

“You have to dance with me for this one song. This is one of my favourite songs,” you told him as you dragged him onto the dance floor.

“Uh, okay,” he said.

You could hear the uncertainty in his voice, but you made sure to wipe that away when you pulled him close to you. A bright smile appeared across your face and he reflected it right back at you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he gently placed his hands on your waist.

“Y/N, I have a confession,” Spencer said.

You looked at him confused. “What is it?”

“I’ve been watching you dance, so I could analyze how to properly dance with you. I was nervous my dancing would embarrass you if I had asked you right away,” he said.

“Oh God, Spencer, you could never do anything to embarrass me. You’re dancing perfectly. I wouldn’t change a thing about this moment,” you said as you laid your head on his chest.

You could hear his heart racing inside his chest. Even the music couldn’t cancel out the beat of his heart fluttering at your words. It felt nice knowing your heart wasn’t the only one racing.

“You mean that?” He asked.

You lifted your head to look at him. “Of course.”

Before the moment left, you leaned up to kiss him. With no hesitation he kissed you back and pulled you in closer to him. The private moment between you two couldn’t last forever since the whistling and “awes” had already started. You two parted lips and looked around to see a few delighted eyes looking your way.

“Ugh, it’s about time they made some kind of move on each other,” you heard Penelope say.

You and Spencer turned your attention to the right to see Penelope, JJ and Derek staring at you guys with huge smiles. You and Spencer blushed from the attention they were giving you. You knew this faraway crush you had on each other was noticeable, but you didn’t know it was supported that much.

“I think there might be a possibility of another wedding soon,” JJ teased.

You giggled. “We��re gonna take things slow. Isn’t that right, Spence?”

He nodded. “Of course.”

“Take it slow in the streets, but take it fast in the sh-”

You cut off Derek by shooing them all away before the conversation went too in-depth. All three of them laughed and obliged as they went back to dancing. You and Spencer laughed to yourselves as you both went back to dancing.

You two went on to dance to a few more songs before the night ended. You didn’t need a camera to remember the feeling of Spencer holding you tight and dancing with you. You were glad there was something real between you two and that it was finally being put into action. You thought you should have tried harder to catch the bouquet earlier on in the night. Even though you didn’t it was definitely your night to dance with the man of your dreams.

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