#i just love the idea of spence bringing the girls to like

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You are such an awesome writer 🥹 I love seeing you show up on my timeline!

I'm not sure if you are taking requests rn and totally ignore this and I'm so sorry if you are not and sorry to bug you.

I am so obsessed with bombshell bau reader with our boy Spence. I was thinking like maybe established relationship this time where the team goes out to the bar again only this time her and Spence are actually together so she's just really cute and even more cling. Maybe her and Emily or one of/all of the other BAU girls are being wild goofy drunk girl and reader is extra flirty with Spence but not at all smooth and Spencer is just like “you're a menace” ? But like in a sweet adoring way 😂?

Again no pressure at all and I hope you are feeling better from the rude requests and enjoying your time off school, lots of love xxx

thank you love, and thanks for your request!! ♡ drunk!reader

The last time you'd been to this bar in particular, you and Spencer were strictly friends. He was still styling his hair straight and wearing sweater vests, and the idea of being your boyfriend was a fantasy. A brilliant, never-going-to-happen work of fiction. 

“My boyfriend is the prettiest man alive ever in the history of planet Earth!” you declare, climbing up on one knee in the booth beside him, your cherry spritzer tipping over the glass’ rim. It races down your naked arm to your elbow and drips from there to his thigh. “Have you seen him?” 

“Sure, I've seen him,” Morgan says, rolling his eyes. 

You wrap your arms around Spencer's head from the side and kiss his forehead. You shift as you do, forcing your lips up into his hair, leaving behind an accidental raspberry smear of lipgloss. “Then what's the problem?” you ask. 

“I don't know,” Morgan says. 

“I know what it is,” Emily says. 

“Me too. Rhymes with indoctrination,” JJ laughs. 

You put your glass down hard on the table, arm still held proudly behind Spencer's neck. A lot has changed since the last time you were here, but the way he looks up at you hasn't budged. He has a sick, all encompassing crush on you, and seeing you now turns it into a dizziness he can't shake, almost like he's had a few too many drinks with you. Your eyes are glassy, grounded but wet, and your eyelashes pinch together in the corners as you bring your gaze down to his. “It's love,” you say. 

Everybody laughs. Spencer just keeps watching you watch him, his palm to the small of your back to prevent a fall. 

“It's love!” Penelope echoes, shepherded by Hotch, too many drinks between them both. “My favourite lovebirds! I brought your drink, beautiful.”

“Thank you, gorgeous.” You take it eagerly. Spritzer sloshes over the bumps of your fingers. 

“Sit down,” Spencer suggests. 

You give him brief googly eyes and sit down. The booth is a three sided square, with you and Spencer on one arm, Rossi, JJ and Emily against the back, and now Morgan, Penelope and Hotch opposite. It's a full troupe tonight, a rarity, and you and Penelope decided early on that the best way to celebrate would be to drink whatever you liked and in egregious quantities. 

Hotch is perhaps doing the same. Spencer can't tell. But all in all, everyone's having a good night, especially you. 

“Did you hear that? He's so nice to me,” you say to no one in particular, your fitted blouse sparkling in the light as you lean back, your hand finding his thigh. “Spencer, what's on your pants?” 

“Oh, I wonder?” 

“You're not blaming me, are you?” Your voice is as stickying as you can make it, and drunk as a skunk you may be, but you maintain your talent for flirting. 

“Did I say that?” 

“Because that wouldn't be very, gentlemanly of you…” You lean in too close. Your talent remains. Your subtlety suffers a different fate. 

He leans in like he might kiss you and says, “You're a menace.” 

“What's that supposed to mean?” 

In front of all your friends and coworkers. “It means I'm cutting you off,” he says, sliding his hand between you and your glass. 

More laughter. You throw hurt looks at them all and Spencer picks up your cherry spritzer. You're baffled, but a smile dripping in sickly sweet love spreads over your lips as he drinks it. “Fine, I'll share,” you say. 

“Thank you,” he says, putting it out of your reach as he leans in to kiss you, cherry lingering on his lips. 

You kiss him back gently, and then a little harder. He eases you away. Arms snuck once again around him, you squeeze until his ribs cry out in protest and make yourself comfortable on his shoulder.

“You're not mad at me, are you?” he asks, head angled down to offer a tender smile. 

“I love you so much I've decided not to care.” You lift your head. “You're too nice to be mad at you,” you whisper. “And I love you.” 

“Yeah, you've mentioned that.” He rubs your arm. He's so in love with you, he doesn't think to blush at his part in your PDA. 

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Getting The Hang Of This “Girlfriend” Thing (Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader)

A/N: ahhh thank you guys so much for such nice feedback on my last fic! 🫶🏻🫶🏻 this is just a little blurb that’s a lot less heavy haha. I am working on another hurt/comfort fic though 👀

This was inspired by personal hormonal moodiness this month 😅

-Mod Angel

Summary: Spencer is in a new relationship and is learning that there’s more to it than just facts.

CW: discussion of menstruation, implied smut at the end

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Spencer walked into the BAU, walking right to the kitchen to pour himself some coffee. Penelope, Emily, and JJ were standing around the kitchen and talking. 

They saw him pouring sugar in his coffee and laughed a bit. “What did you get up to last night?” 

He groaned a bit, taking a sip of his coffee. He hesitated for a moment before speaking. “Can I… ask you guys a question? About… girls?”

They all looked at each other and raised their eyebrows. “Aww, do you need someone to give you ‘the talk?’” JJ asked teasingly.

He rolled his eyes and sighed. “No, not that. I’m doing just fine with that, thank you very much.” Everyone made various disgusted noises, which made him laugh. “No, it’s just… well, my girlfriend’s on her period, and she was basically doing nothing except snapping at me last night. Did I do something wrong?”

They all looked at each other again. Emily spoke first. “Ohh… yeah. You probably did something wrong.” She laughed and pointed to his sugar-filled coffee cup. “Did she make you sleep on the couch?”

He sighed and set his mug down. “No. I asked her if she wanted to be alone, but she said that would just make her more upset.” He picked up his mug and took another sip. “I know that women experience fluctuations in estrogen and progesterone levels during menstruation which can cause feelings of irritability and anger, but…”

“Hold on.” Penelope said. “Did you say that to her?”

“I… might have mentioned it.” He shrugged slightly. “I figured it would comfort her to know the science behind it. She usually loves it when I tell her facts like that.”

Everyone groaned. JJ patted him on the shoulder. “Spence. Did you really think that would comfort a hormonal woman?”

He looked a little confused. “Is there something I’m missing? I’ve never had to deal with a hormonal girlfriend until now.”

“Okay. Then let us tell you what you’re missing” she said. “No one wants to be told that they’re grumpy when they’re on their period. It doesn’t matter if it’s a fact, or if there’s science behind it. That’s like… poking a bear.”

He hesitated before speaking again. “… so, it was a bad idea to tell her that eating sugar would increase inflammation in the body that would cause fatigue and irritability?”

Everyone groaned. “Oh my god, you did not say that to her. Please tell me you didn’t say that to her?” Penelope pleaded. 

He shrugged. “I didn’t know that was wrong! Why is that wrong?”

“Look. All the facts in the world could not comfort a hormonal woman.” JJ started. “She doesn’t want to hear why she’s feeling grumpy. She wants you to comfort her. When your girlfriend is on her period, you say nothing about it. Consider this a lesson.”

He groaned and took another sip of coffee. “So, I messed up?”

“Yes.”

“Now what?” He sighed. 

Penelope looked at him very seriously. “You’re going to go home tonight, bring her flowers and chocolate, and apologize. And you’re going to say you learned your lesson.”

He thought for a second before nodding. “Okay. I’ll do that.” He looked at everyone and smiled. “Thank you… I’m still new to all this, so this has been very helpful.”

There was a chorus of “you’re welcome” and “good luck” before everyone went to start their work day. 

… 

When he got home, Spencer walked through the door of the apartment, the handle of a shopping bag hooked over his elbow. “I’m home!” He called out. 

His girlfriend walked into the room and smiled at him. She was wearing loose pajamas and her hair was tied up in a bun. “Welcome home… what’s in the bag?”

He set the bag down and took out a small bouquet of roses. “These are for you.”

She smiled and took the bouquet from him. “Aw, honey… they’re beautiful.” She breathed in the floral scent. 

He put up a finger to signal he wasn’t done yet. He pulled out a box of chocolates from the bag. “And… here. I got you your favorites.”

She smiled bigger and handed him the roses back so she could open the box of chocolates. “Oh, you’re a saint, babe. What’s all this for?”

     He set the roses down gently on the coffee table so he could hug her from behind, resting his head on top of hers. “A peace offering. I… I’m sorry I was so insensitive last night.”

     She turned around and gave him an apologetic look. “Oh, Spence… no, that was me. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that.”

“No, no, it’s okay.” He patted her on the shoulders. “I told the girls at work what happened and they gave me a stern lecture.” He laughed quietly. “I’ve just never had a girlfriend before, so I didn’t know the… etiquette I’m supposed to have during this time.”

She smiled and put the chocolates down so she could hug him. “I know. At least, logically I know that. Emotional brain takes over when I’m hormonal.” 

He leaned down to kiss her forehead. “And I know that now. It’s not something I could’ve learned from a book, so… it’s a learning curve, I guess.” He laughed again. “I know how to take care of you now.”

She smiled and reached up on her tiptoes so she could kiss him. “You know… there’s some more period facts I want to tell you.”

He made a face. “Please tell me it’s not that you’re mad at me again.”

She laughed. “No, it’s not that. I think you’ll like this one.” She moved a little closer and ran a finger gently down his arm, making him shiver a bit. “An increase in blood flow to the pelvic region makes… certain areas more sensitive, leading to an increased libido.” She smirked. “Wanna help me out with that?” 

He blushed and nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I could do that.” He grinned and leaned down to kiss her. 

She smiled and dragged him to the bedroom, more than happy to teach him something he didn’t know before.

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Hiii !! I wanted to request a reaction for Derek, Emily and Spencer

When Single Parent! Reader (GN is fine !!) has to bring their daughter to the BAU for a little bit and she won't stop following the Character around and doesn't want to leave "her new friend" when its time to go? Thank you sm in advance if you write it !! 💕💕

i might swing by later with a dif request, this was the first thing my sleep ridden brain blessed me with ;p

I love this so much (I have been in such a parent fic mood since writing the Dad Spence fic, Star thank you so much) - I think this idea is so adorable, I love it!!!

(I wrote Derek's part and then trailed off and left this in my drafts for a few days, so sorry if there's a huge disconnect between the characters' parts. Ooops.)

Requests are currently - OPEN

How would Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, and Spencer Reid react to your daughter becoming attached to them? (Derek, Emily, and Spencer x GN!Reader)

Warnings: mentions of corporate/white collar crimes (embezzlement, etc.); mentions of the reader being threatened by white collar criminals, mentions of criminals threatening to kill a child; as it says in the title, the reader has a daughter but the reader's gender is not described in any way; surprisingly, for this one, I didn't give the daughter a name. idk, I think that's it. (Edit: now fixed so that the reader is actually fully GN and I am so sorry about the mistake before!!!)

It was a pretty basic case. You were an attorney working on a large company merger - you had found evidence of millions of dollars being embezzled, and when you had copied the files with the intention of bringing them to the IRS, you had started receiving threatening letters. It weighed on your conscience - you knew that the men who ran the company had more than enough money and resources to make you disappear, likely leaving your daughter an orphan, leaving her to wonder what had happened to you for the rest of her life. When you received another letter with photos of your daughter at her preschool attached, now threatening her - you had made your decision fully.

You took your files and evidence to the BAU - you had met Rossi at a seminar he gave, talking about how sociopathy is incredibly common in corporate circles - how sociopaths do very well in corporate jobs due to their driven, goal oriented, emotionless nature. And warning signs to look out for if someone is using those traits to cross into dangerous territory. It was a seminar you had gone to out of curiosity, but you were glad that you had taken his card and you were able to contact him now.

He invited you to the BAU, and the team offered to take your case - to find out who was threatening you and bring them to justice.

Derek found you incredibly beautiful.

He was intrigued by your looks at first, and when Hotch mentioned that someone needed to interview you and get the full details from you in order for the team to get a better perspective on the case, Derek volunteered immediately. He hadn't gotten a full briefing - too eager to get to talk to you.

He came into the room with a bottle of water for you, looking to comfort you with his smile and his charms, and he was surprised when Penelope came back into the room and a small girl came barreling toward you, incredibly excited to tell you that she had gotten M&Ms from the vending machine (which Penelope had taken her to).

Typically, Derek didn't go for people who had kids. Any other time, with any other person - it would have immediately turned him off. It would have dampened your attractiveness in his eyes. He generally had a 'no single parents' policy, because he thought that dating someone with kids was just a lot of baggage. But seeing you - he was immediately taken with you. And seeing you with your daughter, somehow made you instantly more attractive.

And he thought the way that you scooped your daughter up into your lap and let her feed you M&Ms with her chubby little fingers was all too cute. It was unprofessional, but the case definitely wasn't the only thing on his mind that day.

Penelope took your daughter out of the room again while Derek interviewed you, and it was only when you spoke of the fear you felt for your daughter - the potential of her being her by the anonymous person, that you actually teared up. Derek couldn't help but to pull you in close, holding you tight in an effort to comfort you (secretly loving how tightly you hugged him back) - and it was in that moment that he vowed to himself that he would do whatever it took to protect you and your child. He would always keep the two of you out of harm's way.

And he certainly tried his hardest to accommodate your daughter when he found out that the two of you would be sticking around the office for the day - to ensure that you would be protected until the team found out who had sent the threats. He got her a kids meal with a toy when he ordered lunch, he knew there wasn't much in the office in the way of "toys" - but he swung by Garcia's office borrowed something she had that was fuzzy and lights up (with the promise of returning it) and he scrounged up a blank pad of paper and some coloured pens so your daughter could have something to do.

It wasn't surprising when she excitedly ran over to his desk and gave him a picture she had drawn of him - a very cartoonish muscled man with his same facial hair and an eggish bald head. His exaggerated features in the picture made you and Morgan laugh, and before you left the BAU for the day (when your safety was assured and the local police were on their way to arrest the men who had made the threats to you) - you found a different pen and wrote your number on the bottom corner of the picture for him.

He knew that something in you had changed him when he started thinking about taking you on a first date in the park - something your daughter could enjoy as well, rather than considering what bar or late night restaurant he was going to take you to.

Emily was surprised by the entire thing.

She hadn't been around children since, well - she was one. Due to events in her past, and due to the way her mother treated her, she never imagined herself being a parent. Ever. She was someone who thought that she was just naturally terrible with kids, like her own mom was. She hadn't met the person she thought that she could settle down with, so she never thought that kids were in the cards for her. So it definitely caught her off guard when your daughter seemed to take to her like a duck to water.

It was in her natural instinct to comfort you. You were so shaken up about the whole thing, the anonymous danger lurking in your life - and she took some extra time to assure you that things were going to be okay, that the team was the best, and they were going to catch whoever was doing this.

She thought it was a natural kindness to get down on your daughter's level and ask what she was playing with, to compliment her cute little doll and then take her down the hallway to grab a snack to give you a few minutes to breathe. The little girl was sweet and Emily didn't mind spending some extra time with her.

On their way back along, your daughter plucked a crossword puzzle book off Emily's desk and asked what it was, and Emily explained it - so then she took a few minutes to find some crosswords for children online and printed them out, and when she came to delivery them, alone with some pens, your daughter enthusiastically asked if Emily would sit and 'show her' - and while you said that Emily was busy and had other work to do, Emily shrugged and said she had a few minutes to spare. Again, she thought it was common manners, sitting with the girl on her lap while she guided her through the puzzles, praising her intellect when she got the answers right.

She didn't see the way you were looking at the pair, pure affection bubbling up in your eyes.

When the day was over, and it was cleared as safe for you and your daughter to return home, the little girl let out a loud complaint that she didn't want to leave her 'new friend Emily' - and Emily couldn't have predicted the way that those words tugged at something in her chest. She didn't know what led her to kneeling down at the girl's level, promising to see her that weekend when she had a free day - that was, if you didn't mind. Getting nothing but a bright smile from you, and feeling a certain spark there.

(She had to resist the urge to punch Morgan in the ribs when she walked back to her desk to nothing but teasing, how she was getting 'the whole family package' on 'her first date'.)

Spencer found the whole thing (secretly) adorable.

It is no secret that Spencer loves kids. He is very good with kids, and it's clear by the way he acts around kids that he definitely wants kids of his own someday. He hasn't met 'the one' yet - the person that he's going to have kids with. Whether that's through the natural, old-fashioned way or through adoption. But he did always imagine that if he raised kids of his own, it would be from infancy.

He never imagined that the person he was meant to be with would stumble into his life with a child that was already walking and talking - but when he met you and your daughter, it felt so right. Even if the circumstances were a bit dark.

He interviewed you about the whole situation, and when you apologized for crying and getting emotional, he was quick to assure you that it was natural - you were shaking, and though Spencer was usually someone to avoid touch, he found his need to hold you so overwhelming. He didn't regret his choice to wrap his arms around you when you hugged him back tightly.

When your daughter burst into the room (no longer occupied making paper airplanes with Emily and JJ), she was quick to ask why you were crying, extending out a small chubby finger to point at you, seemingly warbling with half-baked tears of her own at seeing you so upset. Spencer knelt down and assured her that everything was going to be okay, and then he moved to distract her by taking the little paper airplane out of her hand and telling her that he knew a trick to make it fly so much farther.

And he did. It was simple aerodynamics and folding techniques. And then they stood near the top of the bullpen, silently trying to get Morgan to look up by flying planes onto his desk - and the man couldn't bring himself to get too mad when he heard childish giggling coming from your daughter every few minutes.

You truly felt those butterflies for Spencer turn into more when he showed your daughter a trick that ended with a fake flower somehow coming out of his sleeve - something feathery and pink that he tucked behind her ear for her to keep, having her smiling and laughing brightly on a day where you had been wracked with worry, fearing for her life.

By the time the day was over and both of your safety was assured, you weren't surprised that she didn't want to leave him. And you made the bold move, telling him (rather than asking him) - that he should come over for dinner and a movie on Saturday, and then leaning over to gently whisper in his ear that the two of you could enjoy a another, more adult flick after your daughter was tucked into bed. Your daughter was too excited at the prospect of seeing Spencer again, tugging on his pant leg, waiting for him to agree - and he was speechless at the implications of what you had said.

He couldn't even think of the word 'no' if he tried.

So, it was a date, then.

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hello!! i hope you’re doing well ❤️ i just read your hotch fic where he sneaks his wife and jack into the hotel room and i was wondering if you’d write something similar where jack is with jess or something and someone from the team catches hotch and reader going into his room except they can’t tell it’s reader and think hotch is cheating and they love the reader and can’t stand the idea of letting them get cheated on so maybe they confront him or call reader while reader is with hotch to tell her or something funny, whatever you find fitting. thank you if you get to this ❤️

i actually fucking adored this idea thank you <333

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Emily's always taken Hotch for an honorable man. He's chivalrous, opening doors for the ladies on the team and walking them to their cars to be sure that they're safe in parking lots. It's instilled in his very being to be kind to women, so when she sees him trying to cover up a head of blue-dyed hair as he fumbles with the lock on his hotel room, she's perplexed.

That's not you. You don't have blue hair. But Hotch's arm is around her waist, and she's leaning into his side. His hand is more than generous over her skin, even slipping into the hemline of her shorts, and Emily's blood boils.

Aaron's got a grin on his face that she can just barely see without being seen herself, and he sounds all-too-happy to be leading another woman into his hotel room after hours when he chuckles at her advances. She rushes for the bed and Emily has to duck back into her room so as not to be seen when the woman rights herself on the bed, and there's something sickly brewing in her gut as she shuts her door again. She no longer has an appetite to raid the vending machine like she'd planned, so she heads back to her twin bed, hand digging into her pajama pants to retrieve her phone.

Spencer' who's occupying the second bed in the room, looks up inquisitively from his book, "I thought you were going to the vending machine, what happened?"

"Hotch just let some girl into his room. I mean- like, he brought her in, he had his hands all over her and she ran to the bed."

Reid's brows rise towards his scruffy hairline, pink lips downturned, "It wasn't Y/N?"

"She had blue hair," Prentiss shakes her head, "I'm gonna tell her."

"I want to help," Spencer rises from his bed, quickly crossing the room to her own, "I don't want to make her sad, but we can't keep it from her."

Emily nods, but Spencer keeps talking, "I... I can't believe Hotch would do something like that."

"Neither can I." Emily admits, clicking on your text thread. It's heavily decorated with hearts both in the messages and your contact name, and she hopes yours doesn't break when you find out what your husband's been doing behind your back.

Y/N, she types, I don't know how to tell you this, and I wish someone else would, because I don't want to be the one to break your sweet heart. But I just saw Aaron bring some blue-haired girl into his room, and if I'm being honest with you, I think they're having sex. I'm SO sorry honey, I wish I could do something, but I couldn't live with myself if I didn't tell you. Please call me and tell me what's going on with you, I don't want you to be alone all night, and PLEASE don't slip away if you and Aaron don't work things out. For the record I'm rooting for you to dump his sorry ass, but I know you'll need time to work things out. All I ask is that you don't shut us out, honey, please don't let him change the way you feel about us.

P.S Reid is here too and we're both here if you want to talk. We can face-time and we'll be there for you as best we can, baby.

And also you can sleep at my place.

Or Spence's. He says he can sleep on the couch if you want his bed.

I'm so sorry, Y/N, we love you.

Emily can't have pressed send on the last text ten seconds ago before there's a series of urgent knocks on the door. Her guard is up immediately, and she almost considers ignoring it because she's sure it's Hotch coming to tell her off for exposing him. She figures you must have called him, upset, and he's here to ask her to lie for him.

The knocks don't stop, though, and Reid's the one that marches for the door, face set in a glare that's unusually menacing for him. He's deduced the same series of events, but when he swings the door open with as much sass as he can muster, his posture stiffens with shock.

Aaron is on the other side of the door, but you're standing in front of him, hair bright blue, face sheepish.

"Hi Em," You smile at her, then at Reid, "Spence. I was going to join you all for breakfast tomorrow and unveil it, but- um, I think now's a good time to tell you that I dyed my hair blue."

"Oh." Emily hums, mouth hung slightly open, "So it's- it was you."

"it was me," You nod, "But thank you for telling me. I'm glad I can count on you. Both of you," Your eyes flit to Spencer, who's equally astonished as he inspects your new hair dye.

"Oh, that means-" Emily's face wrinkles suddenly, looking at your waist that Aaron's got a hold of as he stands behind you, "Gross, you two were gonna- in the hotel!"

Spencer groans, rushing away from the door and retreating back to his bed where his novel lies.

"It's after hours!" You insist, "It's not like we were doing it in the precinct on government time. We're adults, Emily."

"We're adults too, y'know. With work in the morning. We can't be kept up all hours of the night by your racket! Just go get it over with," She grimaces, "And- hey! Try to get into your room this time before reaching your hand down her pants, perv!"

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Hearts [S. R] part 2

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

word count: 3.9k

part 1!

summary: morning coffees become the special moments between you and Spencer, but you also discover that he may have more competition for his love than you expected.

N/A: I never thought this would be so well received and I honestly feel so happy! I am very grateful to all the people who requested a second part, I hope you like it and if you want to tell me something in the comments I will read it with pleasure!

people who might be interested: @c-m-stuff @no-soy-fer @synthsescape @bella-fics @cynbx

That morning Spencer came to his desk with coffee in hand and set it carefully to one side, the sight of his scrawled name looming large throughout.

Spencer <3

What did that mean? It was his name, that's obvious, but it was written with such a careful and clean line that it was very beautiful to admire and the heart drawn next to it was what didn’t quite add up in the whole thing. Reid knew that it was an ideogram used to express the idea of affection or love, so the most logical conclusion was that you were trying to communicate a feeling of that kind, but then he wondered: was it affection between friends? a simple show of affection, he supposed. Nothing further, surely it could not be anything else.

There were days when you and he barely saw each other, as the team had to go out to handle cases in the field and you stayed behind to do literally whatever you could do to complete your service hours, but every morning without fail you looked for him to deliver the long-awaited coffee. You were keeping your promise and for three days you arrived with two cups on the tray, one clean and the other labeled for him: Reid, Spence, Doctor R., all titles followed by a drawing of a heart. When Friday rolled around and you handed him what he thought would be his last cup, you decided to propose a deal.

"Today I was thinking that I could buy your coffee permanently, if you want” you exclaimed kindly, while you watched him from the chair that you had pulled to sit next to him. Some mornings when there wasn’t so much movement you would stay there to drink a few shots of your coffee and share a small moment of the day "It's on my way here and it's obvious that you like it"

“Oh, I… I couldn't even think about it, no. I would take too much advantage of you"

“You're going to pay me back, Reid. I'll just bring it” you laughed, watching him turn red to the ears while he drank a little to try to mask it.

"Then, I'd love to," he exclaimed with a tight-lipped smile. He was a little excited to continue having excuses to talk to you every day and, above all, to drink the delicious coffee that he had already gotten used to.

"Although I'm running out of ideas, to be honest," you said amused, because that day the cup didn’t have any inscription due to that lack of creativity. But as by the work of fate, an idea came to your mind, so you smiled from ear to ear while you took a black marker from your friend's desk and took the cup from his hand. Spencer looked at you carefully and curiously while you were writing and just when you finished Hotch called you from the other side of the tables "I have to go, don't miss me too much" you murmured, handing him the glass and then winking at the boy, who in response only awkwardly raised his hand.

Once you left, he looked at what you had written, less neatly than the other times, and felt himself grinning like a fool:

My fav agent and again that damn heart.

“Y/N”

"Yeah?" you asked, looking up at another of your fellow interns. You had a room where everyone could stay for a while to work on their own business, but on this occasion, curiously, only women had gathered at the table, there were about five of you in the entire building. Among them Jennifer, a girl you liked very much and with whom you could presume to have something like a friendship, and for some strange reason there was also Victoria.

"Can I ask you a personal question?"

"Huh… yeah, I guess" you muttered a bit confused, and even though you didn't know the girl she smiled in your direction.

“Is that brown-haired guy you talk to every morning your boyfriend?”

“Spencer?” you asked, widening your eyes at the surprise with which the question had taken you. You expected her to ask what band you listened to the most, your favorite food, or some other stupid thing, but not that. Now all the girls' attention was on you, including Victoria's inquisitive scowl and Jennifer's amused look “I wouldn't say that” 

"And do you think you can introduce me?" she said with more enthusiasm than she intended, and they all laughed collectively.

“I get second in line”

"Girls, girls..." Jennifer intervened and you knew that from that moment the topics of the internship would take a back seat “He may not be her boyfriend now, but that doesn't mean she doesn't want him to be”

"Jenn!"

"Am I lying?" she sneered “You smile every time you see him and you two look so in love whispering to each other every morning. Also, a week ago I saw you go out together at night”

"Jenn," you insisted, muttering to her in the hope that she would notice that you wanted her to shut up. It wasn't that you were ashamed of being associated with him, you just didn't want to spread wrong rumors that might embarrass him.

“How come he's already an agent? He looks very young”

“It's because he's a prodigy, duh. He’s as attractive as he’s intelligent”

"I imagine that being such a smart man he knows perfectly the weak points of a woman" another girl murmured, joining the conversation "If you know what I mean"

“For now we are just friends. That's all" you said trying to end the conversation, completely embarrassed that such a personal matter had ended up as the talk of all the female interns of the FBI. It was supposed to be a serious job and you guys looked like gossipy high school girls.

"Maybe he's waiting for someone better," Victoria said into the air, a venomous tone permeating every word.

"Anyway, if you give up, can you get me his number?" insisted the first girl. You nodded just so as not to break his illusion, but you knew very well that Spencer didn't use a phone beyond what was necessary for work.

Even though you yourself had told him that surely many girls liked him, you didn't expect that he really had admirers so close and to be honest a pang of jealousy invaded you. Victoria was the most obvious of them all, but you knew that being college girls they were more likely to admire the masculine charm of perhaps the youngest member of the FBI. They too were young and beautiful, but you chose to trust that you had the upper hand in winning the man's affections.

You tried as hard as you could to concentrate on your tasks, but now that his name had come up it was hard to think of anything but him. Spencer wasn't a very expressive guy, but you knew that he was comfortable with you or else he wouldn't seek you out or agree to talk to you like you did, although clearly that didn't ensure that he was attracted to you. Maybe he just saw you as a good friend.

At night, when you were about to go home, you tried to look for him so you could see him again with the excuse of saying goodbye, but you were surprised when you saw that he was talking to Victoria in an already empty section. Curiosity to know what they were talking about invaded you and you stood where you were, squinting your eyes to try to read their lips. Reid wasn't participating too much in the chat, you'd even say he looked awkward, but she was shamelessly flirting with him. Perhaps the sudden change in attitude that she had had was what your friend had missed so much and just when you thought of approaching to go save him from the situation, she stood on her toes and crashed her lips against his, leaving you standing just in your place and completely in shock.

You didn't expect her to dare to do something like that, but the reaction he had left you even more surprised, because, although it wasn't so favorable, he didn't seem bothered by the show of affection he had just received either. He just stood in front of her, looking her up and down as if he were analyzing her.

You didn't want to stay there any longer and almost instantly you turned around to walk out the front door, hoping that this had meant absolutely nothing to him and the next day you could look him in the face without feeling the jealousy boiling in your veins.

It was almost time for dismissal when Spencer remembered that he had a file to go through that he'd ignored all morning, and he cursed himself a little for leaving things until the last minute. His coworkers told him that he could finish it the next morning, but he knew that if he did that he probably wouldn't have time to drink coffee with you so he preferred to stay a little later there.

Little by little the offices emptied and when there was almost no one left, he finally finished, feeling the discomfort of the recurring pain in his back due to the bad position in which he sat. He put his things away, put on his coat, and slung his briefcase over his shoulder, ready to go back to his apartment, but a person got in the way when he was about to cross the hall. Due to exhaustion and seeing that it was a female body he assumed it would be you, but when he paid more attention, he noticed that it wasn’t even remotely possible that the ironed black hair was yours.

"Doctor Reid"

"Miss Evans" he greeted her, without losing cordiality, but not with too much emotion either.

"What are you doing here so night?"

"Job. There's nothing else to do around here at this hour,” he said without looking at her. But the girl was determined to get that one-night stand that she was sure you had, lie as it was.

“It's a shame, but I know a bar near here that you might like if you want to have a little fun”

“Bars are noisy and are one of the biggest sources of infection that can exist. Sweat, alcohol, and unknown fluids permeate the environment and it is very probable that the consumption of drugs affects not only those who consume them but also those who are close to them, so I prefer to decline your invitation" he exclaimed, hoping that this explanation would be enough to make it clear to this woman that he wasn't interested.

“So you're more of hanging out in the apartment? I have a lot of great things in mine, including a jacuzzi."

“Jacuzzies are unsanitary” he insisted. If he proposed, he would know that he would find a valid excuse for whatever plan she might suggest.

"What a killjoy, Agent Reid” she giggled, but he wasn't too amused by any of it. "Do you ever have fun?"

"I think my concept of fun and yours diverge a lot" he murmured, still not looking at her directly and ready to end the conversation.

Spencer was about to leave when she raised herself to his height and in a quick movement that caught him off guard, she smashed her lips against his. As she turned away from her the man froze completely in his place, looking at her from head to toe as if she were some strange natural specimen.

"What if I promise there will be more of that?" she asked, in a last-ditch attempt, faking a honeyed voice. He was going to respond when there was something that forced him to look in the direction of the exit door, where someone else was already walking. From the pattern of colored stripes on the jacket he knew it was definitely you and if it was you then you probably witnessed the entire exchange. He felt the urge to run after you to justify himself for something he hadn't even done, not knowing why he was embarrassed or worried that you'd seen that. “Come on, are you really going to say no to all this?”

"Listen to me, Victoria. I understand if having power over others gives you pleasure because you are the least noticed and recognized member of the family, or if you enjoy saying hurtful things to people to feed your own insecurities, but I ask that you please stay away from me and stop trying whatever you're trying. I don't like you, you're a bad person and I won't allow you to kiss me without my wanting it, or to make your sexual advances that won't get you anywhere. So again, I say don't bother me again” he said and without waiting for any answer he walked out of sight of her. Even if he had stayed, Victoria had her ego so hurt that she didn't think of anything to say back and instead she just let helpless tears fill her eyes, followed by a gesture of a tantrum.

When Spencer came downstairs he couldn't find you anywhere and the anxiety in his stomach only increased, wishing he had misrecognized the person who had left so it wasn't about you. The matter didn't keep him awake, of course, but when he noticed the next morning that you weren't at his desk, he thought it was reason enough to worry. Worse still when he noticed that you had left a lonely cup on the table, with absolutely no adorable titles decorating it. It made him feel so guilty, like he somehow knew that you were upset because you'd seen Victoria kiss him the night before and he wasn't worthy of your affection anymore.

Even Hotch noticed that he was more distracted than usual and although he had already seen your exchanges, he thought it would be better not to intervene in anything that had to do with young love. Being a cupid was a more difficult task than the one he already fulfilled at the BAU. So when night came and he didn't look at you anywhere, anxiety was already eating him to the ground, wishing he could have your phone number to at least comfort himself with hearing your voice. Going to your apartment was something he considered, but then it became unthinkable because he didn't even know how you would react.

Victoria became less of a concern as she seemed to get the message perfectly and every time during the day that he crossed her path she just looked away, totally offended.

But when the same situation arose twice, he felt that something was wrong and he wasn't going to endure a third time. It was then that Spencer left the house early that morning to stop by a bakery and buy a couple of fresh sweet buns, hoping that this time you were expecting him. But his disappointment was greater when he saw that once again there was only the bare cup of coffee.

"Didn't you see Y/N?" he asked Elle when he arrived, nervously fiddling with the paper bag he was holding in his hands.

“No, she just left your coffee and left, but I don't know where. She seemed pretty rushed”

Spencer inwardly cursed and sighed in frustration, until a few seconds later he caught sight of you on the other side of the building, carrying a stack of folders and talking on the phone. He didn't hesitate for a moment before running (at first, then he slowed down a bit as he remembered the incessant times Hotch had scolded him for it) towards you so he could finally talk to you.

“Y/N,” he said softly as he reached your side, and he took the bright smile you gave him as you turned to look at him as a good sign.

"Wait a minute" you mouthed, still answering the call you had on the line, and when you hung up you finally turned your attention to him "Hey, Reid. Good morning"

"I bought you this" he murmured, showing you the bag with food inside, and you almost moaned with happiness.

“Food is what I need most to survive the day”

"What are you doing?"

“Two days ago, your boss Gideon thought it was a good idea to make me his personal secretary. So right now, I'll do everything he asks me to do” you snorted, obviously exhausted by the work you had done and by the ones you surely would have to do.

It clicked in the boy's mind and then he understood that this was the reason you hadn't seen it, not because you were angry. Relief ran down the length of his spine.

"Really?"

“I don't even think that's legal, you know? I'm an intern, they don't pay me a penny and they take advantage of me like I earn the same as the fucking president” you complained. Until then he noticed that you were struggling to hold the papers and he decided to stretch out his hands to help you carry them, like a real gentleman "Thank you"

“Where should you take them? I'll accompany you” he offered. You led him through the halls to a file store that even he doubted he knew about, and explained that your job for the next several weeks would be to sort and categorize the case files for a more efficient process of future searches.

“I'm seriously thinking about giving this whole damn thing up and selling hotdogs in some park or whatever. I would be happier and I would earn almost the same” you joked, raising your arms to stretch your back a bit like a cat that had just woken up. The place was completely alone, silent and the lighting was so dim that it even looked gloomy “Did you get my coffees?"

"Yes, I did," he muttered, "I thought you were mad at me though”

"Why?"

"Because..." he hesitated for a moment if it would be wise to mention what he thought was the reason for your anger, until he realized that saying it out loud would simply sound absurd. There shouldn't be a reaction on your part to the facts “you weren't there. And you didn't write anything”

"Oh, I was in a hurry. I'm sorry,” you sincerely apologized. While you were talking to him you thought that you could start to categorize the documents that you would have just brought and you got to it, hoping that he wouldn't interpret that as a sign that you wanted him to leave; luckily Spencer rushed to your side to help you as soon as he could.

"Alright. I'm glad to know you're not upset."

"If I had known that you loved my notes so much, it would have taken me a few seconds" you smiled and when you turned your head you noticed that you were too close to him, or he to you, rather.

You were silent for a few moments until he couldn't take it anymore. He needed to know your opinion about what you had or hadn't seen that night.

"Victoria looked me up the other day," he said disinterestedly. You smiled victoriously for not having to be the first to mention it, even though the matter was slowly burning inside you.

“Oh, I know. I looked at you talking to her” you exclaimed bitterly, without taking your eyes off the files.

"And she too... huh..."

"Calm down" you interrupted him, taking a bunch that were already ordered and moving away from him to take them to a filing cabinet "I saw that too"

“It was so strange”

"It was pathetic," you said without any embarrassment. You finally looked up and noticed some fear in him, as if he thought you meant that he was pathetic "It wasn't even a good kiss"

"And what would one be like?" he replied without thinking. You stifled a laugh and looked at him kindly.

“That's not something I can explain to you, Reid. I would have to show you"

“Well…” he said, finally breaking away from your gaze and staring at you with those big beautiful hazel eyes.

You were surprised that he wasn't averse to it because you honestly didn't expect to achieve anything with that sentence, you just wanted to tease him a bit. Spencer kept looking at you in silence for a few seconds and you knew what that look meant, or at least you thought you did. Those pleading eyes only screamed one thing: show me. Kiss me.

You walked enough steps to close the distance and stand right in front of him, looking down at him with a smile of pure mischief.

“Well, what?"

“Nothing, nothing, I just… I thought you could enlighten me a bit on the subject. As unbelievable as it may seem, I am very uninformed about the standard of what is considered a good or bad kiss” he admitted. Even flirting he sounded like a walking book.

You weren't going to give him time to regret it so you took him by the lapels of his formal shirt and with a yank you pulled him to you. Spencer's breath caught at how sudden the contact had been, and you heard him release the trapped air over your lips, giving you the chance to deepen the kiss. At first he was tense, but after a few seconds you felt his shoulders relax considerably and that's when you slid your hands down the length of his neck until you reached to hold his cheeks. One of your hands left that position only to guide the man's hands to your waist and once you were in this way you took the opportunity to push your body against his a little more, with your torso attached to his. There was no mention of how the tip of your tongue experimentally flicked across his lips and made him sigh audibly.

Spencer nearly whimpered as the heat from your body left his.

“We just shared approximately 80 million bacteria” you blurted out, but he was too flushed and shocked to corroborate denying the information. Just to play with him you decided to give him another kiss, shorter and louder than the previous one "And you just had a good kiss"

You didn't wait for any reaction before separating completely and that made him come out of the trance he was in, still not believing what had just happened. He couldn't even say anything before your phone started ringing with a call.

"I'll see you later?"

"It's up to you," you said with a smile. Spencer nodded and not knowing what else to do he decided to walk out before he could embarrass himself "Oh, and Spence…”

"Yeah?" he answered, trying not to let you notice how it affected him that you called him that way.

“Do you remember the other day when I told you that surely hundreds of girls liked you?” you asked and when he nodded a couple of hairs got messy "Although I'm sure it's true, on that occasion I was only talking about me" you confessed. You couldn't ignore the ringing sound any longer or you'd lose it, so you picked up the hook and started a business conversation, but not before winking at him as a farewell.

Spencer came out of it trying to look as normal as possible, but he still couldn't figure out how he'd have the strength to work objectively for the rest of the day when he'd just gotten such a good kiss from the prettiest girl he'd ever met.

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[yelenasfloppyhand]

Spencer Reid × gn!reader.

Warnings: mentions of death, not explicitly mentioned gunshot wounds, grief and blood.

Summary: when what should be an easy case ends up going horribly wrong.

"You're okay honey, look at me. Good that's so good baby, keep looking at me" Spencer sounded frantic as he begged you to keep looking at him. You weren't entirely sure what had happened. One minute you had the unsub in your sights, your gun raised towards him. And the next you found yourself on the dirty floor of the old warehouse where the team had located the unsub.

"Spence... my stomach hurts" you whine, clearly you're disoriented, maybe it was the pain, or possibly the blood loss. You'd looked down only to see Spencer's shaking hands pressed to your abdomen, blood now coating his normally clean hands.

"I know honey I know, you're gonna be okay" his eyes, oh his gorgeous eyes that were a comforting warm brown with golden specks smothering the space around his irises, they were staring back at you with... grief? Fear perhaps?

"I don't wanna die..." it was pathetic how weak you sounded, and if you weren't currently bleeding out in your husbands arms you would've reprimanded yourself for letting your mask slip, for allowing your fear to cover your tough facade. But you truly hadn't been this scared before, maybe that was a lie... maybe you were more scared when you first laid eyes on your newborn daughter, the daughter that you and Spencer loved to death. Death is a funny concept, or at least that's how you see it, you can recall Spencer telling you that he had seen a bright light whilst in deaths grasp. But you couldn't help but be scared, for you had no idea what laid beyond the life you're living, was it dark? was it inviting? Perhaps it is like a hug... or possibly comparable to bring thrown in a frozen lake?

"D- don't say that. You're gonna be okay, and we're gonna go home to our baby girl. And you're gonna give her kisses like you always do, you're going to read her her favourite story. I promise." You couldn't fault him, his promise was inviting, it was almost believable. But you'd been studying human behaviour for years and you knew when someone wasn't sure of their own words. You could see the salty tears that threatened to roll down your husbands cheeks like a wave rolling calmly across the undisturbed ocean surface.

You could didn't have the heart to tell your poor husband that you weren't leaving this warehouse alive. The hope in his eyes was enough to diminish any thought of arguing against his prior statement.

Your toes and fingers were begining to tingle, maybe it was death pulling you're life from you on string at a time... perhaps it was the blood loss making you feel weightless, whatever it was you weren't entirely sure if you welcomed it or not.

"I- I don't wanna die... but- I think im ready" you whisper, at this point your skin is deathly pale and you can feel your chest struggle to move as you attempt to fill your lungs what ever air you can aquire. You felt heavy, but yet somehow also weightless, like you were sinking into a cloud, clouds are mostly condensation so surely you could be heavy enough to sink through one whilst also being light enough to have remained on the cloud. Well now you just weren't making any sense, how could you lay on a cloud, despite it being an obvious metaphor you felt troubled by the way your mind was traveling.

"I know... baby I know." Spencer sniffles, oh... he knew? Perhaps it was the calmness in your expression, maybe it was the smoothness of your voice. You felt guilty, you had a wonderful husband and a 3 year old daughter that you would die for. You didn't want to leave your husband widowed at 31 and you didn't want to leave your daughter wondering when you were coming home, you didn't want her to think that youd abandoned her. But you knew that there was no way you could survive this. You could feel it, you could feel yourself... dying.

"I'm sorry" your voice shook with regret and guilt as you stared into your husbands glassy eyes, you allowed your eyes to wander over his face almost as if they were frolicking through a beautiful garden, you adored his beautiful nose, and the few freckles that graced his smooth shining skin, the small amount of stubble peaking through as he had been to preoccupied getting your daughter dressed for preschool this morning to shave, you lastly glanced at his full pink lips that were pulled into an odd mix between a frown and a soft smile.

"It's okay sweetheart. You can go." It felt odd him telling you that you had his permission to go. Go where? You weren't entirely sure yourself, but once the words had left his beautiful lips you could physically feel yourself relax slightly.

You'd always found the thought of kissing someone that was dying odd, as a child it almost felt like necrophilia when a character would kiss their dying lover in a movie. Perhaps you'd mellowed with age, or perhaps you couldn't fathom the idea of dying without kissing the love of your life once more.

Spencer gently cupped your cheek not caring for the blood that was smeared against your pale cheek, he gently slotted his lips against yours. After 10 years they still fit perfectly, it was almost like finding the missing piece of your puzzle that you've searched years for.

And so for one last time your normally vivacious bright eyes turned dull, staring into nothingness as your body gave into the blood loss. Spencer couldn't bring himself to look into your dead eyes so instead with a shuddering breath he gently closed your eyes but not before pressing a goodbye kiss to your forehead.

Note: thank you for reading, please don't hesitate to correct any grammar mistakes. Also just a reminder my requests are open so feel free to request a story.

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[weird-is-life]

i always see sunshine spence! x grumpy cat!reader but i was wondering if you could write smth about it being the other way around!!

i imagine it with older season spence (post prison even) with a gf who’s a bit younger and away more perky than he is!! but you can do it whichever way you’d like :))

Thank u for this request! I hope this is okay🥰🥰 (0.9k)

The Bau is buzzing with people. You've only been here once before and it was just to get some files with Spencer late at night. And then there was literally no one except for the security guards.

Right now, the place is so busy, you have to step away to the side multiple times just to not get run over.

Spencer called you this morning as he always does. But he seemed very off on the phone, more grumpier than usual. And of course, you as a good girlfriend can't have him sad all day. So here you are, standing in middle of the Bau with no idea where to go.

You got inside by telling the guards, you were coming to see Spencer and that you knew the way to his office. But obviously the second part was a lie. You have no idea what floor Spencer's office is. You think it's either 4th, 5th or 6th floor, but you can't really remember.

You are on the floor 4, but this is definitely not the right one. And because you don't want to look like a fool, exploring every floor until you find Spencer's, you settle on calling him.

He picks up, as you step into the elevator, "Hi, sweetheart. Is everything okay?"

"Hi Spence, everything is great. Remember when we went to get your files, that one night?" you ask with giddy smile on your face as you push the button of the 5th floor.

"Of course, I do."

"What floor did we go to? Was it 6?" you ask as unsuspiciously as you can.

"No, it was the 5th-"he starts to say as the elevator stops there.

You notice his tall frame in the distance, so you say, "never mind, I got it."

"Wha-"before he can asks, you hang up. You can see the big frown on his face even from the distance, his confusion makes you giggle.

You are not even a bit surprised, when your phone's starts ringing. You don't pick up, you quickly walk towards him. Poor guy, he is so focused on the phone call, that he doesn't even notice you as you near his desk.

"Hi" you greet him and giggle again, when he looks at you with wide eyes and open mouth.

"Y/N? W-what are you doing here?" Spencer puzzles.

"You seemed sad on the phone call this morning," you pouts, " so I thought I'd come see you and bring you lunch."

You are smiling so much at him, that Spencer already feels better, "sweetheart, you didn't need to come all the way here."

"But I wanted to, couldn't leave you grumpy all day, could I?" you tease him, " and I'm pretty sure, you didn't even eat breakfast."

Seeing his guilty face, you know, you are right. You know he tries to eat something else than a coffee for you, so you don't say anything to that.

"I also brought you some cookies" you smile at him.

"Thank you" he says, tugging you close to him for a hug.

"You are very welcome, handsome" you grin at him and look around, before you give him a quick kisses on both of his cheeks. Apparently, it was not enough, because when you pull away to look at him, he is back to frowning.

"Stop frowning so much, Spence" you chuckle.

"It's your fault. You come here looking so pretty to bring me lunch and you don't even give me a kiss" he defends and you think, he's being ridiculous.

"I did kissed you!"

"I want a real kiss, please." You roll your eyes at him, but you comply. The kiss is long enough to make him happy, but not long enough to make people around uncomfortable.

"Thank you, pretty girl and thank you for coming here."

"Of course" he smiles and you return  the smile.

"Okay, call me, when you are done, yeah? " you start to pick up your things to leave, but Spencer stops you.

"Wait wait wait, where are you going? Aren't you going to stay?"

"I don't want to bother you at work" you answer, cheeks a little red.

"Nonsense, you could never bother me, lovely. Please stay." He gives you puppy eyes and who are you to say no to that.

"Really? Won't Hotch mind?" you bite your lip, you know Hotch is really sweet, but stern person.

"I'll tell him, I'm taking my lunch break, which is exactly what I'm doing" he grins at you and leans to push another chair next to his.

"Okay,then I'll stay" you sit in the chair and start to tell him all about your morning. Or more like you ramble happily to him about every single detail of your morning. About how you saw your neighbours cat or about how you went to the shop and had to buy a bouquet of flowers, because they reminded you of him and so much more. But Spencer doesn't mind one bit, he could listen to your excited voice all day.

By the time his lunch break ends and you have to leave, your giddy energy makes all his frown lines dissappear.

Later that day, you get a text from Penelope, saying, that the team owes  you a big gift basket for saving them from grumpy Spencer. Which honestly makes you giggle ones again and you make a mental note to yourself to bring Spencer lunch more often.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid

[discotitsposts]

i heard that

reader overhears spencer checking on their baby

dad spencer x mom reader

rated e for everyone

As you lay your lovely baby girl down for her nap after gently rocking her, you hear footsteps behind you. You turn and see Spencer with the sweetest smile on his face.

“She’s so tired.” You whisper very quietly.

Spencer leans over the crib and just stares at her smiling. Tears brimming his eyes at the sight.

“She’s so precious.” He whispers quietly back. You motion for him to follow you to the kitchen and you make yourselves a snack.

“Let’s watch something!” You say picking up the baby monitor and your lunch and bringing it into the living room.

Spencer picks up his own lunch and gets you both something to drink. “Sure,” he calls from the kitchen, “You can pick something.”

You rack your brain for what to pick when you hear a noise. “Spence did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” He walks in and hands you your drink.

You motion him to “shh” and listen carefully.

You can hear your little baby softly babbling in her sleep.

“I’ll go check on her.” Spencer says getting up and going upstairs. You nod and pick a tv show to watch. You listen to the monitor and hear the shuffling of Spencer entering the room over the sound of your daughter, now crying.

“What’s the matter little princess? What do you need? Are you hungry?” You hear him say. “Here maybe this will help.” You hear the sound of him walking and figure he must be taking her to the rocking chair to calm her down. She quiets down immediately.

“Oh now you’re sleepy again. You just missed us, huh? I’m sorry sweetheart. I love you so much.” He continues speaking softly to her. “You have no idea darling. You and your mother are the best things that ever happened to me. Do you know that?” He’s speaking so gently.

His words have you in tears. This was too adorable. You hear him laugh over the monitor. You have to see this. You grab your phone and sneak up the stairs and watch him cradling her.

“You both make me so so happy everyday and remind me of the good in this world.” He’s having a hard time holding back any emotion by now and is crying tears of joy while laughing.

You snap a picture and then get a look at your daughter’s face and almost start laughing. She’s looking up at him in confusion.

(like this 🤨)

He keeps talking while she’s staring up at him like omg dude put me back to bed already, and it’s killing you! You start wheeze laughing because you can’t hold it in anymore. Spencer hears your faint laughing and looks down at your daughter.

“Oh really? I didn’t know you understood what I said. Wow! So expressive. You wanna go back to bed now?” He asks standing up.

She simply responds with “ah,” and smiles.

“Alright, geez, go back to sleep little ms. bossy pants.” He gives her a kiss on her head and then gently lays her back down and covers her with her baby blanket with the lions and giraffes on it.

You step into the room smiling so hard your face hurts.

“You,” He holds her tiny little hand, she grabs his finger. “Have captivated my heart since you were born.” He removes his hand and spins around. “And you, have had my heart since the day we met.” He taps your nose. You smile.

“ah,” She coos one last time before nodding off.

“Doesn’t she look cozy?” Spencer nods. She’s wearing a fuzzy pink strawberry print onesie, courtesy of auntie Penelope. You turn on her moon and stars nightlight and gently shut the door.

You and Spencer are quiet until you get back downstairs.

“When did you sneak in?” He asks.

“When I heard you tell her how much you love us.”

“Oh you heard that?” He asks.

You pick up the baby monitor, “I heard that.”

“Ahh, makes sense.” He lays down on the couch loosening his tie and removing his shoes. He takes a candy from the snack bowl and eats it.

You lay down on the couch with him and click play on The Munsters.

Three episodes in, you’ve fallen asleep too. Yawning at first before your eyes closed fully. Spencer keeps awake and watches you while running his hand through your hair. His soft caresses had practically welcomed the sleepiness into your eyes.

Spencer was the happiest he’d ever been.

the end💞

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[inkedobsidian]

~ Girl talk S.R ~

prompt: #28 "This is girl talk, so leave."

summary: Spencer interupts 'girl talk' not understanding the conversation until he finally picks up the cues and decides to help.

pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

warnings: period pain

word count: 1,733

a/n: Requests are open! Prompt list is there if you guys want extra ideas!

Master-List - Prompts

It had been a few days since the team had last had a case, and this led to Emily, JJ, and Y/N taking their breakfast breaks at the round table to have some peace away from the loud noise of the main floor. After spending so much time together the three had, unfortunately, had their periods sync up too. Morgan, Rossi, and Hotch all knew what was going on as they picked it up from the random food the girls would bring in every day and the looks they'd give each other when someone said something obnoxious. Unfortunately, Spencer didn't really understand the cue so when he walked into the BAU and saw 3/8 of the team at the round table he assumed that a new case had been brought in.

Y/N was in the middle of a sentence when Spencer opened the door with a coffee in his hand. Without noticing that the room had dropped to a deadly silence Spencer sat down and looked at the women with a clueless smile on his face. They all shared a look between each other before Y/N spoke up.

"You okay sweetheart?" Y/N asked Spencer. Spencer loved when Y/N called him sweetheart, she did it so casually and lovingly it made Spencer feel warm and comfy inside.

"Yeah… is there not a new case?" He asked now noticing that no one had a file in front of them, and only food. None of them really knew how to tell Spencer why they're having lunch at the round table instead of just at the coffee counter like they usually do. Without speaking they look at each other to decide who will be the one to tell Spencer what they were actually in there for.

"Erm… This is girl talk, so leave… please." JJ said with a sickly smile trying not to be mean to Spencer.

"Oh of course I'm so sorry," Spencer said grabbing his coffee cup and scurrying out of the room towards his desk to drink his coffee. The girls all looked between each other for a second.

"Oh, he's so cute." Y/N broke the silence breaking out into a smile. JJ and Emily knew how she really meant it but they decided to not say anything and let the pair pine for each other unknowingly for another day. After a few minutes, the girls decided to go back to their desks and try and get through the day. At first, Spencer just noticed that Y/N's eyes would crease at the corners every now and again, and then he decided to pay closer attention.

2 hours since breakfast has passed and Spencer noticed that it was the third time Y/N had gone to the fridge to pick up a small bottle of cola before putting it down and picking up a bottle of water with a sigh. He gave her a small smile when they made eye contact and she just smiled and wiggled the bottle at him to wave. Then barely 5 minutes had passed before she took 2 tablets that Spencer didn't recognize.

Throughout the day he picked up on more and things Y/N was doing. She was snacking on dry crackers instead of her usual sly chocolate bar, she hadn't had a bit of soda all day it had been swapped for flavor and she hadn't had a single bit of coffee she was drinking some of Penelope's herbal tea with honey that Penelope brought her in one of her fancy cups. The most noticeable one was the 2 tablets that Y/N was taking every 4 hours. He didn't want to pry and ask but he knew something was off he just couldn't place what it was. He finally gave in after Y/N had given a meek smile and walked out of the BAU at 5 pm instead of waiting for Emily to be done.

"Hey JJ? Is there something wrong with Y/N?" Spencer whispered not wanting anyone else to hear in case something was really wrong.

"Spence…" JJ said smiling, she knew he cared about Y/N but was he comfortable hearing about periods?

"Look I know I don't know much about women but she seemed to be sad today, I want to help." Spencer pleaded with JJ. She was unsure if Y/N would care if she told Spencer what was wrong, periods were natural no matter how many people cringed when they were mentioned.

"She's on her period Spence, she'll be okay it's just been a painful one for her." JJ smiled putting her hand over Spencers and giving it a reassuring squeeze. Spencer just nodded and headed to Hotch's office to tell him that he was leaving for the day. Spencer had read up a bit on periods considering he worked with women he thought it was only right that he knew, even to a medical level, what they were going through.

Meanwhile, at Y/N's apartment she was just laid on the couch still in the outfit she wore to work, she planned to get changed and order some takeaway but at this point, she just needed a second to relax, however, that second turned in an hour as Y/N had drifted off now her pain had momentarily subsided. There was always that one position that could help with the pain and for Y/N in was laid on her back on the couch with one leg over the back of her couch, that was until there was a knock at the door making her move. Y/N opened the door with a pretend smile on her face until she saw who it was then the smile was very very real.

"Hello! I noticed you were in pain today so I brought you some things." Spencer said with a smile that lit up Y/N grey day. He held up two bags in his hand and Y/N thought that her heart might have genuinely given up from adorableness when he did it. Y/N stepped to the side and let Spencer into her apartment. He hesitantly walked in and towards her kitchen, he didn't think she'd invite him in he just wanted to do something nice but he wouldn't say no to spending time with her. He sat on a stool at her kitchen side while Y/N looked through the bags to see her favorite takeaway, her order, and her favorite ice-cream with 2 fortune cookies at the bottom of the bag.

"How did you know-" Y/N couldn't stop smiling at Spencer as she looked between him and the bag.

"Every time someone says let's go for food your first reaction is always Chinese food, and one time you brought leftovers from here and called it your absolute most favorite take away and proceeded to tell me in detail what you liked from here… As for the ice-cream you brought it to me in the hospital after Tobias and said no matter what this could always cheer you up and you hoped it could do the same for me. I just thought the fortune cookies were a cute touch." Spencer cut Y/N off rambling about all the times she mentioned things that led him to this. Y/N was always amazed about how his mind worked, she genuinely considered it a superpower and she wasn't shy about telling him either. She thought it was amazing that he took the time out of his day to come to help her.

"That's amazing, you're my superhero honestly. Please stay, I'll get you a portion." Y/N said turning on her heels to get two plates out for them. Spencer was shocked that she wanted him to stay, though he didn't mind one bit he could think of nothing better. After plating it up they took their place on Y/N's cough as she turned on Netflix and continued the episode of Doctor Who she was last on. They just sat in peaceful silence as they ate and watched the episode until they were both done. Spencer took the dishes into the kitchen and came back into the front room unsure of what to do now.

"If you want… no pressure obviously… but you can stay if you want," Y/N asked meekly. Spencer had continued to be surprised as Y/N was so comfortable having him in her space. He wanted nothing more than to stay so for once he decided to be selfish and stay with her. He put his bag back down and sat next to her on the couch, within a second a cramp hit Y/N like a ton of bricks and she lurched forward. Spencer took initiative and reached out to hold Y/N's shoulder to reassure her, and Y/N just leaned into his hand and laid down on the couch rolled into a ball with her head on his lap. Spencer wasn't used to this domesticated intimacy so he really didn't know what to do but his heart was beating a million miles per hour at this closeness with Y/N. Without thinking Spencer started to run his hands through Y/N hair to try and soothe her pain and almost distract her.

"Hey, Spence?" Y/N whispered out trying to conceal her pain.

"Yeah?" Spencer thought that if he moved too fast he's wake up from whatever dream this was.

"Will you tell me something interesting?" Y/N asked. She loved to hear Spencer talk, she was one of the only people who'd never cut him off before.

"About what?" Spencer asked. Usually, he was prompted by something to talk about but right now he was worried that he would annoy her.

"Anything you want, your voice makes me feel safe," Y/N whispered almost falling asleep as he was playing with her hair. She was telling the truth though, the impassioned way Spencer talked made her feel safe and happy. She loved nothing more than hearing him talk about something he'd learned. Spencer could never imagine that someone would genuinely be interested in something he was saying but he did what he asked. He started by talking about Doctor Who and every now and then he would hear a murmur of agreement from Y/N before he heard soft breathing meaning she was asleep. He kept talking for a little longer so she was definitely asleep then he drifted off to sleep himself, and that's how they stayed for a few hours. In peace and the comfort of each other.

#criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x fanfiction #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid

[jenniferjareauwife]

what about early in jj and r’s relationship the team goes out for drinks, and it’s the first time jj sees r in something other than work casual clothes. either a dress or something less formal idm, but im obsessed w the idea of jj just being floored by finally seeing r in something other than work clothes. ps love ya🫶🏻

So Fucking Good

pairing: jennifer jareau x fem reader

category: smut

warnings: smut, fingering r receiving

word count: 750

summary: jj sees you outside of work in a dress for a first time and she thinks you look really good

a/n: love you too :) 🫶🏼 i added some smut bc i thought you would like it

I fluffed my hair up a bit before getting out of my car and heading into the bar. The whole team was meeting up to celebrate closing our last case, I wasn't planning on going until I heard that JJ was coming. We couldn't go together because we didn't want anyone knowing we had started a relationship and going out with the team was the only time we could see each other outside of work.

I stepped into the bar and smiled as soon as I saw Penelope. She looked like she was already a few shots in and she ordered more as soon as she saw me walk in. "Where's everyone else?" I asked her.

"They're over there, dancing. I'm sticking to drinking." She gave me two thumbs up before taking another shot. I scanned the dance floor until I saw JJ, she was smiling over at Spence, making my blood boil a bit. I tore my gaze away from her and back to Penelope.

I felt a small tap on my shoulder and I turned around. Once I saw JJ's face my eyes lit up. "JJ! Hey!" I wrapped my arms around her neck, pulling her into a hug, forgetting we were in front of Penelope but she was probably too drunk to remember it anyways.

"You look stunning." She whispered in my ear, making me moan a bit. She knew how to turn me on. "I've never seen you in a dress before."

"Well..." I pulled away from the hug. "Now you have."

"I can't wait to get out of here." Her fingertips trailed along my ass before Penelope looked back towards us. My whole body shivered as I found myself leaning against JJ.

"More tequila?" Penelope offered.

"Yes please." I took another shot, feeling JJ's eyes on me. "You have to stop looking at me like that, people are gonna find out."

"Well it's really hard to stop looking at you when you look so fucking good." She whispered so soft only I could hear. "You should wear stuff like this more often. At my house. So I can take it off." I choked on my next shot, Penelope looking at me with a concerned look.

"I'm fine." I whispered. "Just...bathroom." I put my hand on my chest before going to the bathroom. JJ followed close behind, her excuse being that she wanted to check to make sure I was ok.

We locked the door to the bathroom as she pushed me against the wall, kissing me harshly and grabbing my breasts. "You look so fucking good in this dress. I can't look away from you." She started kissing down my neck, making my mind a fuzzy mess.

"JJ..."

"What is it baby? Tell me what you want? I'll give it to you."

"Your fingers. Please."

"Yes ma'am." She left hot wet kisses down the other side of my neck while dipping her fingers into my panties. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into me, wanting to feel every inch of her on me.

She shoved two fingers into me without warning and I had to bite back a moan by biting on her shoulder. She fingered me roughly, determined to pull every sound out of me. "Please...please please." It was the only word I could bring myself to say.

"Please what honey? I can't understand you."

"I need to..." My legs were becoming jello underneath me as I got closer to my climax. "I'm so close...please." I moaned into her neck.

"Shh, I'll get you there baby." Her voice softened a bit. "Just stay quiet for me. You don't want anyone to hear, do you?" I shook my head, it was finally registering that we were in the bathroom of a bar.

"JJ- I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me sweet girl." She kissed my lips to stifle my moans as she fucked me through my orgasm. "So good...You did so good for me, so good." She licked off her fingers before pulling me into a hug. "Such a good girl for me." She rubbed my back while I caught my breath, wrapping her arm around my waist as we walked out. Penelope's eyes widened at my state.

"What happened?" She saw how sweaty and red I looked.

"Panic attack." I whispered, sitting down and wincing as my legs started to cramp.

"Oh." JJ gave her look to tell her not to press before she leaned in and whispered in my ear.

"We'll finish later."

#criminal minds #jennifer jareau #x reader #jennifer jareau x reader #lgbtq #wlw post #jennifer jareau x you

[luveline]

hi honey, i love you so so much!!

what about stripper!reader with derek morgan?? he's on a case where strippers are being murdered, and while hotch is driving morgan calls you and tells you not to go into work because of what's going on, and emily is listening in on the conversation from the backseat and they tease him

thank youu!! love you!

ty for requesting lovely!! ilysm ♡

"I know you don't like listening to me, but could you do me a favour? Just this once?" 

Emily leans over in her seat so Spencer can see her side eye. "Who's Morgan talking to?" 

"Stay home tonight. No, this isn't a jealousy thing, you vixen–" 

Spencer shrugs. "No idea. But–" 

"But," Emily agrees. They've just left a crime scene with a specific victim, and now Morgan's on the phone asking someone to stay home. That someone would have reason to visit said crime scene's location, and the word vixen suggests female rather than male, which means, "Morgan has a secret stripper girlfriend." 

Spencer's entire face takes his frown, eyebrows pinched, mouth quirked into a telling line. "I like the implausible," he murmurs, "but that feels illogical. Where would they have met?"

"Uh," Emily says, widening her eyes at him. "Where do you think, Spence?" 

"Morgan doesn't need to go to a strip club." 

Emily understands what Spencer's saying. There are lots of reasons that people frequent strip clubs or gentlemen's clubs and none of those reasons apply to Derek. It's possible he could go socially, but it's just so unlike him, it doesn't add up. 

"I'm telling you the truth. I can't give you more detail than that, I just need you to stay home tonight." Derek pauses, laughs. "Alright," —his voice takes on a mechanical rendition, clearly having been fed a line he has to repeat aloud— "I, Derek Morgan, am an ignorant, jealous man, who can't cope with the fact that you don't want me, and am making up sad and childish lies to get you to stay home from your job. Is that what you wanted? Yeah, laugh it up." 

Emily laughs and grabs the headrest as he hangs up on you, pulling herself forward to taunt him as is required. "Care to explain yourself?" 

Derek sighs. "This is why I didn't tell you guys." 

"What!" Spencer says, though his smile is more audible than his incredulity. 

"So you have something to tell us?" Emily asks. 

Derek knows he can't weasel his way out of telling them, and he doesn't really want to. "I don't have a secret stripper girlfriend," he says, rolling his eyes, "she's not my girlfriend. She is an exotic dancer at one of the clubs downtown, and I met her at Home Depot." 

Emily isn't perturbed that Derek heard their gossiping. She's shameless. She doesn't even care that Hotch is frowning behind the wheel. "What was an exotic dancer doing at Home Depot?"

"Weirdly, Emily, she has a home. She wanted help finding renter friendly flooring." 

"Can we meet her?" 

"Never," Derek says with a smile. Emily couldn't know this, but he really likes you. You're sweet, super funny, and yes, you're a stripper. You work hard. Pole dancing is as physically demanding as any manual labour and you're damn good at it. "Ever." 

Spencer interjects the ensuing argument with a statistical analysis of strippers who are homeowners (unfairly few), but Morgan doesn't answer, trying to read a new text from you discretely. 

Sorry if I embarrassed you at work :( is it really not safe to go ?? Maybe u can come and be my bodyguard. I won't even make u tip me 4:10PM

He sends back, Really not safe. Stay home for me, relax for a few days. Call you tonight even if nothing changes 4:11PM

My hero <3 I trust u, but be careful OK ? and pls if it isn't too much trouble can u bring back some of those weird candies again? thank u thank u <3<3<3 4:14PM

Hotch makes a quiet sound of approval, eyes on the road. "The same girl you were with at Docklands? Rossi said she was cute." 

"She is." 

"Rossi met her?" Emily asks. "Oh, you're the worst."

#derek morgan #derek morgan x reader #derek morgan x you #derek morgan x y/n #derek morgan x fem!reader #derek morgan imagine #derek morgan fluff #derek morgan fanfic #derek morgan oneshot #derek morgan scenario #derek morgan drabble #derek morgan fic #derek morgan fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #criminal minds x reader

[sassylegshayne]

marry me, idiot. - chapter five

holy shit this chapter is nuts and kinda long but we have a lot to get through so I'm sorry?? idek what I'm apologizing for but whatever lmfao 🫶💓 enjoy!! mwah xx 3.1k words!!

series masterlist

Everyone noticed it the next day. You and Spencer worked beside each other in complete silence. Josh felt on edge as he sat at his desk across from the two of you, the lack of chatter in the background of his editing was very weird.

You decided to give Spencer space, he would tell you how he felt whenever he was ready to. You respected his boundaries, and he respected yours, and that was the problem.

Kiana wanted to tear her hair out by the end of the week because the two of you still hadn't fucking talked about everything. She's been stuck listening to both of you complain about just how much you miss each other and couldn't bring herself to do anything about it.

Jackie's hopeless romantic heart couldn't take it, she's was right under Kiana for your number two supporter. Jackie and Kiana had planned a brainstorming lunch in Friday, determined to help you two get together.

The hope was that you two would admit your feelings, fall even more in love, and live happily ever after, but if you're just friends again, it'll do.

Jackie had presented an idea that made the woman across from her squeal in excitement. Kiana quickly set up a reservation as Jackie planned out just how she'd word her texts to you.

As soon as you had arrived home and parked, a message rang through your phone, the notification causing you to panic momentarily, your silence so suddenly interrupted for the first time in a while.

You didn't expect to be this lonely without Spencer. You had expected something, but you didn't think it would be this bad. You hadn't realized just how much time you spent with him until you were without it.

"hey, Ki's been super busy and I really wanna throw her a surprise b-day dinner at Buca's tn at seven if you can make it!"

Kiana and Jackie sat in their respective apartments, chewing their nails in anticipation for responses as Spencer received the same message as you.

The girls' facetime call felt silent as Jackie watched the both of you begin typing simultaneously, an eye roll well deserved before you both agreed, causing the women to cheer in excitement.

You rubbed your face, groaning as you agreed. Spence and you could put things aside for Kiana, it wouldn't be fair to her if your declined just because Spencer would be there.

Of course he would be there. It'd almost be weirder if he wasn't there. Honestly, if he didn't show up a piece of your group would be missing.

You took a deep breath before heading inside and getting yourself ready, pushing thoughts of Spencer to the side. Kiana was your priority tonight.

You'd been so wrapped up in all of this mess that your best friends birthday had slipped your mind, usually it was your forte to plan the gatherings, but it completely slipped your mind.

Ki's birthday was three days away, but Monday's are always packed for everyone, so dinner tonight, and you would bring her a cake and do a whole thing at work. Plenty of time to plan.

Spencer adjusted his grip on the steering wheel once more as he pulled into the last empty parking spot, letting his forehead rest against the wheel as soon as he shifted into park. His palms had been sweaty and shaky since he'd texted back Jackie earlier.

His nerves were set on high alert as soon as he'd finished reading. He has to be there for Kiana, no matter what was going on between the two of you.

He'd almost reached out and asked your for a truce on the night, but he's not even sure what he'd be calling a truce for. Both of you having long forgotten why you weren't speaking, but both of you were too nervous to break it.

It seemed like the universe wanted to give you a little nudge when you look up from your phone, your eyes meeting Spencer's across from you.

A smile splays across his lips and quickly disappears, replaced with a tight-lipped smile as he offers you a curt wave, getting out of his car quickly.

Your grip on the door handle tightens as you exit your own vehicle, trying your best to bite your tongue, afraid of what you might say.

Your former best friend.. former? Current? Who fucking knows anymore?

Spencer falls in stride silently beside you, your head tilted toward the ground, eyes watching as your feet fall into a rhythm, steps synchronized. It was hard to separate yourself from someone when they become that intertwined into your life.

Your hands brush ever so slightly as you approach the host stand, a small smile across your lips.

"Hi, we have a reservation under Jackie Uweh." Spencer offers, his smile matches yours as he fidgets with his hands, mindlessly picking at his cuticles with his hands stuffed into his pockets.

He didn't know what to do in this situation. His hands are normally on your hips, or his fingers intertwined with yours, so the air between the two of you sat awkwardly, uncharted territory for the both of you.

You're quickly led to the table, your brows furrowed in confusion as the hostess grabs two menus, throwing your look over your shoulder at Spencer out of habit as he mirrors your look. The two of you sit with quiet thank you's as the menus are placed before you, the table clearly not big enough for anyone but the pair of you.

Realization sets in as you adjust yourself in the booth a bit more than necessary, your heart racing as you avoid Spencer's eyes as long as you could.

But eventually, you find yourself looking up from the menu, your eyes finding his glowing blue eyes already gazing upon you, drinking in every detail.

Spencer thought he might tell you everything he's ever wanted to, until your waiter gives a bubbly introduction, noting the recent engagement between the two of you.

Your cheeks burn as you bashfully thank her, your fingers fidgeting with the simple band on your finger, a habit you'd recently noticed. Yot quick to order, throwing on the appetizer you and Spence normally split as well, a smile tugging at his lips.

You settle your hands into your lap, smiling brightly as Spencer chews his lip, his voice barely audible.

"Hey."

"Hi." You smile, a weight lifting from your shoulders as you slump into the seat, sighing in relief. Spencer laughs a bit, fiddling with the napkin in his hands as he finds himself relaxing. Your laughter mixing with his like music to his ears.

He missed this so much, every part of it. He missed his lips pressed lightly to your skin, the softness of your skin as you brushed hair out of his eyes, the blush on your cheeks each time he looked at you.

Spencer knew he couldn't make it through this dinner without teling you everything, now he just had to accept that.

It was time to throw everything he had at you, no longer concerned with holding back if he was going to confess. So he shook himself a bit before reaching across the table, taking your hands into his.

Your eyes trailed from your hands, up Spencer's arms, detailing every tattoo you wished you could trace until you meet his eyes. You were glad to be seated, worried your legs would buckle under your weight right now.

You were always flustered by Spencer, but this was on a whole new level. Butterflies danced about your stomach as your heart raced, you felt like you could pass out from sheer excitement as you squeeze his hands gently.

"I can't go without you for that long again, that sucked ass." You laughed softly, smiling as Spencer nodded in agreement.

"I never realized how little talk to anyone else, my phone hasn't died at work once, either." You grinned, ducking your head down in embarrassment. You had a bad habit of sending Spencer tons of stuff while seated next to him, rapidly draining his battery.

"I don't want it any other way, Y/N, don't worry." He was quick to soothe you, knowing that you might mistake his admiration for anger. He thought it was the cutest shit ever.

"Spencer, I don't wanna go another day without talking so can you please tell me what was wrong the other day?" You bargained, brows furrowed as you tilted your head at him.

Spencer stiffened, his hands leaving yours as your drinks and appetizer arrived, the relatively slow night allowing for quick service.

You smile as you slide a small plate in front of Spencer. Your waitress is quickly behind, happily taking your entree orders before disappearing back into the kitchen.

The moment was lost as you two grabbed bites of spicy shrimp and fried calamari, but the tension remained clear. Your hands brushed a few times as you made small talk, unaware of when the next interruption should come.

"Okay," Spencer began, noting your waiter preparing to take the order of a large party, taking his opportunity when he could. "Listen, I'm sorry didn't tell you sooner, I want you to know that I really regret that."

You nodded slowly, encouraging him to continue as you sipped your wate, unsure as to where this could lead.

"You're my best friend' Spencer grinned, sighing softly as you reddened once more, his heart racing as he wiped his palms on his pants. "You know that. You mean the absolute world to me, Y/N. You're the person I really do wanna spend the rest of my life with."

"Tve spent years by your side now and wouldn't trade it for the world. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me." He took a deep breath, smiling softly as his heart pounded in his chest.

Being in love with you has been the easiest thing in his life, it just feels so right, so perfect. Now all he could do was hope that you felt the same.

"I'm in love with you, Y/N." Spence spoke, biting his lip, eagerly awaiting your response. He felt like rything in his life had brought him to this point, even with the gentle push, or shove, from his friends.

You open you mouth to speak, your eyes wide and mind still reeling as your best friend sat before you. This wasn't a day you'd ever expected to see, and Spencer seemed so calm about it.

"It's all cool if you don't feel the same, I promise, dude." Spence spoke right as you were about to begin, causing you to chuckle nervously.

Spencer felt like there was a spear in his heart as you laughed, he was prepared for rejection but that was brutal.

You lean across the small booth, placing your hands lightly on Spencer's cheeks as your lips meet his.

The kiss is short and sweet, but the years of sparks were there. Everything you had ever wanted and more.

You're caught off guard by quick movements behind Spencer. A server rounds the corner, your own following behind with a soft smile.

Please don't walk this way... fuck.

You settle back down, smiling softly as Spencer meets your eyes with a dopey grin, slumped back into his seat. You kick his foot gently beneath the table, laughing as your waiter approached.

Spencer's mind was left in shambles, as was his heart. You didn't say it back, but you kissed him. You fucking kissed him. He had never been more confused and thrilled in his life.

As you open your mouth to speak, a plate is set before you, a smile whine leaving you as your face falls. You didn't want to wait, you wanted to say it back, but doing so over a view of your server's arms wasn't the right time.

The both of you were polite yet curt as you assured the server that you two would be okay, no refills, no cheese, thank you so much, oh my gosh will she ever leave?

Spencer was honestly still very surprised with the set up from Kiana and Jackie; pulling one over on the both of you deserved recognition. Granted, you were both extremely focused on each other, the outside world in a fog.

"You talk too much but I'm in love with you, too, Spencer." You grinned, the words tumbling from you as soon as your privacy had returned, your heart racing as you stared at him.

Spencer froze like a deer in headlights as he looked up to you, fork and knife resting upon his lasagna, prepared to take a bite. He was quick to set down his utensils, shufling a bit in his seat as he coughed a bit.

This was the best case scenario that he still didn't see coming. Spencer had assumed for so long that you loved him, just not in the same way. It was throwing him off to even think that you could.

"You do?" Your brows furrowed, laughing softly as Spencer questioned you.

"Yes, I do. I love you so much, dude." He grinned as you spoke, his eyes sparkling. "I love everything about you and have for a really, really long time."

Spencer nods, the grin unable to leave him as he takes his time to process everything. You've loved him for a long time, so what are the odds that you two fell in love around the same time?

If he could go back in time and kick his own ass, he would. There's no telling where you'd be right now, if only he'd told you sooner.

You felt like you could run for days with all of the excitement and nervousness coursing through your body. Everything was tingly as your hand met Spencer's, fingers intertwining as your heart raced.

"Okay:" Spencer chuckled, nodding as he finally spoke, unsure of where to go from here.

"Yeah," You nod back, laughing as you began to eat. "I'm happy."

The awkwardness was something new. Everything between the two of you before had been natural and felt fine, but there was a new, different air of tension hanging between the two of you.

The dinner continued on with lots of giggling and blushing, your small touches that had gone previously dismissed where now front and center in your mind.

Spencer was touching you every chance he got; his hand holding yours, brushing your hair out of your face, his knees endlessly bumping into yours beneath the table.

It felt like the first time all over again, Spencer knew he's set himself up to fall in love with you all over again. Everything felt different, everything felt new.

"So," You began as you dug your spoon into your shared chocolate cake, mentally comparing it to Josh's. "Do we tell everyone or do we keep this a secret?"

A grin immediately spread across Spencer's face and you could practically see the lightbulb going off above his head.

"Let's keep it a secret until the wedding." You set your fork down, slowly nodding as you finished your bite.

"Well, that certainly is an idea, Spence." You chuckled, covering your mouth. Definitely doesn't hold a flame to Josh's.

"I actually think that could be fun, but if we fold, we fold, okay?" You placed your elbow on the tabletop, pinky poised as you stared down your... boyfriend? Undecided.

Spencer nodded eagerly, grinning as he wrapped his pinky with yours. "We can be friends, at least, right?"

"Yes, obviously we can go back to normal but I guess.. yanno, couple stuff can stay in private." You laughed as you spoke, your cheeks burning brightly as your eyes darted everywhere. You quickly dug for another bite as a way to keep yourself quiet.

It was a strange territory for both of you. Neither of you had ever expected to be here, especially with the circumstances surrounding it, so navigating it was difficult.

"Okay, so we are a couple." Spencer stated, though it sounded more like a question. He took his turn at blushing as you nodded eagerly, a grin across your face.

"Yeah, we're pretending to be engaged, actually engaged, and secretly dating. I think it's pretty simple." You laughed, as Spencer nodded.

"I'm sorry, that's on me." He held his hands up in defense as you two dug back into the cake.

The office seemed to have a strange air when you arrived the next morning. Saturday's were normally pretty empty, most shoots wrapped earlier in the week, and videos prepped well ahead of the weekends.

The usual small group of cast and crews were there; Josh sat at his desk, headphones in as he edited an upcoming video for the Games' channel featuring Shayne and Spencer.

You smiled as you settled into your seat, your eyes glancing to the clock. It was second nature for you to be early. It was far less stressful than being late.

Spencer, on the other hand, strolled in fifteen minutes late, two coffees in hand as he sat beside you. You finished editing the audio of a particularly loud scream of Shayne's, thankful for the excuse to remove your headphones.

You sighed, setting them aside as you smiled at your boyfriend. Your best friend. Spencer. Holy shit, your best friend is your boyfriend, holy fuck.

It was obviously going to take you quite a while to get over all of the butterflies, if you ever do. Finally getting what you've yearned for for so long was definitely weird, but you could get used to it.

He grinned at you, leaning in as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead, setting your cup before you.

"Hi, love" You smiled, taking a sip as Spencer chuckled softly. As you turned to him, you caught sight of Jackie strolling very, very slowly past the open office door.

Jackie waved, grinning brightly. The two of you reluctantly wave back, you tried your best to hide your giggles.

You shot her a playful glare as she froze for a moment. Spencer turned to look over his shoulder, a disappointed look across his face.

She raised her brows, offering two thumbs up. You finaly broke, laughing as you nodded your head, mirroring her pose. You glance to Spencer to find him shaking his head with a furrowed brow.

You shove his shoulder softly, laughing as he turns back to you, a grin across his face.

"I think she got the message."

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[radiant-reid]

pov: your instagram but you have kids with Spencer Reid

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y/n.reid: whoever said newborns aren't cute was lying

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aarhotch: that was Spencer, actually. Also, congratulations -> mommyjareau: henry, too -> y/n.reid: getting called out here babe @/doctorreid -> doctorreid: no comment but Maisie is adorable

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y/n.reid: Maisie has grown accustomed to her father dressing her up like different animals

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babygirlpg: oh she is too cute, you better be sending me more photos right now -> y/n.reid: promise, i have

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y/n.reid: After months (literally since she was born) of careful deliberation, old people won the contest for costumes for the first Halloween

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mommyjareau: Henry's looking thrilled to be a part of it -> y/n.reid: and Maise is like 'really, dad'

d.morgan: great idea @/doctorreid, convenient cause they can just borrow your clothes -> y/n.reid: out of pocket -> doctorreid: i do have all the components of Henry's outfit and a cardigan the same color as Maisie's

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y/n.reid: don't be fooled by the nice photo, Maisie (and Spence) both spent the whole day in tears

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doctorreid: How has she been here for 365 days? It feels like a day and 10 years at the same time and why does she have to grow up so quickly? -> y/n.reid: existential crisis -> doctorreid: I've got a joke about that -> davidrossiofficial: no!

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y/n.reid: the best aquarium tour guide

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doctorreid: the best aquarium dates

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y/n.reid: fyi, Spencer is a Disney Adult and Maisie may be a little in love

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doctorreid: no boys -> doctorreid: correction, no bad boys -> doctorreid: or girls -> y/n.reid: i can recommend good boys with cute little disney crewnecks and mismatched socks

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y/n.reid: after months of suspen(c)e which almost killed Spencer, we finally know the littlest Reid baby is a boy

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babygirlpg: LOOK AT HIS LITTLE FACE -> y/n.reid: exactly like Spencer's, unfair

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y/n.reid: Maisie taking time to smell the roses (or not roses) amongst the new baby chaos

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babygirlpg: is that a hair tie on his wrist for her? -> doctorreid: of course

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y/n.reid: the smiliest baby ever

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mommyjareau: oh he looks exactly like Spencer -> y/n.reid: exactly like him

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y/n.reid: little Mais asleep on the jet

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aarhotch: bring your kids to work day is the best day of the year -> mommyjareau: agreed

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y/n.reid: Louis 'trouble' Reid

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badass_em: he's so big! I miss you all -> y/n.reid: you have to come to visit now!!

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y/n.reid: #3

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babygirlpg: look at all three of them!! -> doctorreid: Mais and Lou are as enamored with her as we are

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y/n.reid: my girl <3

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a.blake: just like her dad -> doctorreid: smarter, even

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y/n.reid: the Reid kids had mixed reactions to their dad's silliness; Mais thought he was hilarious, Lou was confused, Tillie screamed and cried

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doctorreid: she's not a Philipp Lenard fan, don't worry

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y/n.reid: Lou on his way to the NHL

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a.blake: how does overprotective dad feel about this? -> doctorreid: concerned but if he's happy, I'm happy

d.morgan: i don't know, he looks like a football player to me

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y/n.reid: the cutest

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mommyjareau: is that the mug the girls got him? -> doctorreid: yes, I love it

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y/n.reid: Christmas, when your dad is a huge dork who spoils you

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babygirlpg: oh i need to up my spoiling game -> y/n.reid: NO!! -> doctorreid: Matilda would love that

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y/n.reid: when your dad insists on talking about math at dinner

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d.morgan: i've seen you making the same face girly -> y/n.reid: love you though @/doctorreid

davidrossiofficial: that's some good looking pasta -> y/n.reid: never as good as yours

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[ddejavvu]

inspired by the break bite bang fic u wrote (?? is that what it was called ?? sorry !!) pleaseee write a spencer x reader where they try it out or penelope recommends it during girls night or SOMETHING... ik you usually dont write for the same plot with different characters but i neeeed it <3

Girl's night is typically only interrupted by a Chinese food delivery, or the pizza boy. But tonight Penelope's buzzer blares through the apartment, then a crackly voice barks, 'Package!'

"Oh!" Penelope rushes to stand, unashamed of her fuzzy pajamas when she wrenches the door open to greet the postman, "Exciting! Thank you!"

The delivery man is off with a mere nod and a smile after handing off Penelope's package, and you peer curiously at the box that she brings back to the table.

"What'd you get?" Emily asks, sipping the last of her wine. JJ goes to refill her glass, and you let her top yours off too.

"They're these-" Penelope realizes what she's about to admit, breaking off with a sheepish chuckle, "They're these chocolates, and they make you- y'know, all hot and bothered and stuff."

"Hot and bothered," JJ frowns, "Like- for sex?"

"Yeah," You nod, recognizing the familiar packaging, "Those work good, Spence and I love 'em."

Your words escape you through the slippery persuasion of wine, but when you realize what you've confessed, your eyes go wide, and your spine stiffens like a tree banded to a support staff.

You've chased unsubs before, you've been in shootouts with serial killers, and yet this is the fastest you've ever seen your teammates move. Emily and JJ whip their heads around to you so fast that you're surprised their necks don't break, and Penelope drops her scissors clean onto the ground where she'd been slitting open the tape on the box.

"Not like-!"

"Oh my god!" Prentiss shrieks, "You're fucking Reid!"

"No!" You deny, but there's really no other explanation for your admission, "I meant- like, uh, we both used them, separately, and we just- we happened to make conversation about it! We're not having sex. With each other. We're not."

"Oh, sure," JJ scoffs, eyes alight with excitement, "Because Reid's idea of casual conversation is sex chocolate."

"You are so busted," Garcia laughs, looking like a kid in a candy store, "So, give us the official review: these things really work?"

You feel sinful reminiscing on what might have been the hottest sex of your life with your boyfriend-slash-coworker in the presence of your other teammates, but you swallow what little saliva is in your mouth, nodding once.

"Yes, they work. Uh- very well, in fact."

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[reidsbookclub]

Nicknames, Cake, and Kisses

AN: this was written for @ofwilliamandwalter 's birthday celebration. Happy birthday Emmy!!

Category: FLUFF Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU!fem!reader

Summary: She finds a card each year on her birthday, he needs to know why everyone has a nickname but him. (sorry this summary is so bad)

Her birthday used to be a constant reminder of friendless birthday parties, divorced parents always fighting, and music she didn’t even like so loud that her head would always hurt.  That was until she joined the BAU, where she finally understood what the meaning of spending your birthday with family meant. Every year someone would take turns bringing a cake, Penelope would make sure she felt like a queen but what would intrigue her the most is the anonymous card that would be left on her desk every morning before she walked in. This year’s card was accompanied by a vintage William Wordsworth book and a notebook referencing her favorite song “The Lakes” with the lyrics “auroras and sad prose” engraved on the cover, something that she had talked about wanting if only she could figure out who her secret admirer was but one this was for sure, this year, this year she was determined to find out who it was. What she failed to notice was Spencer’s evergrowing frown as she overhead every conversation she had with the team. 

“Hey D, do you happen to know anything about this letter?” She asked Derek “no sorry y/l/n but happy birthday” 

“Thanks, I need to ask the jefe (boss) now, I really need to know about this letter” 

Somehow no one knew about wher this letter cam from, not JJ, D, Em or even Anderson. 

She was on her way to ask Penelope about the mysterious card, surly her having access to all the security cameras must’ve seen something. But as she approached her office she overheard a talk between Spencer and Penelope, one that would have her thinking this was going to be the worst birthday ever. 

“I don’t know Garcia, no one has ever called me a nickname” She overheard Spencer say 

“What do you mean? Derek calls you Pretty Boy, JJ calls you Spence and-” “Yes but y/n she has special nicknames for all of you, all of you except me” He said in the most deflated tone he had ever heard him talk. “Don’t be silly Reid, she has a nickname for you, she calls you bean sprout and when shes really drunk she call you mei - whatever that means- whenever we talk about you during girl's night. Have you picked up her cake yet?”

Y/N was mortified, she knew that if there was one person who would be able to decipher her nickname towards Spencer, it would be Spencer himself. 

Spencer POV

Mei, she calls me mei, the girl I’m in love with, the one I thought would never reciprocate my feelings calls me hers. I was so caught up with soriting out my feelings thanks to that new piece of information that I barely had time to register Penelope asking about the cake. Shit the cake, I still had to pick it up. But first I needed to find a way to let her know that I am hers, that my heart has belonged to her since the moment she said, “I heard you don’t shake hands so can we fist bump instead?” 

 I knew she had read the letter and that was when the idea began to form. 

Heading to pick up the cake I asked for one more slight alteration. “ Hi, Im Spencer Reid here to pick up a cake for Agent Y/L/N” “Oh yes, let me get it for you” “Is there any way you could add “I just want to see the auroras and read sad prose with you” on the box?” 

“Of course Agent Reid” 

Shaking, i prepared myself to deliver the cake and subtly let her know I have been the oen behind all those letters. Would she think they were dumb? Would she laugh in my face? But why hasn’t she ever used those nicknames with me before? 

Y/N POV 

The minute the team gathered around my desk I knew that the long standing cake tradition was coming up. As soon as that whine box was placed on the table I could only gasp. There scribbled the phrase, “I just want to see the auroras and read sad prose with you” and I just knew that whoever brought this cake knew what was inside that letter and the gift that came along with it, but before I could even ask Spencer , mei bean sprout, asked “can-why-wha-why does everyone get a nickname but me?” He must of noticed confusion written across my face because he elaborated with, “you call Hotch, jefe, which I know is boss in Spanish, Derek is D, even Anderson has a nickname why why don’t I? And I know its a dumb thing to get upset about, especially on your birthday but Y/N I don’t know what else to do to make you notice me. I leave secret cards on your birthday, i leave a single rose during valentine’s day and I get those are not much but I thought you would realize, how else can I show you I love you?” 

“Spencer, I never cared for my birthday until I met you. Now, each birthday reminds me of how grateful I am that we get to spend another year together. I do have a nickname for you- two actually- bean sprout because you quite literally tower over me, and mei which is–”

 “mine, in Latin” he interrupts

“Yes, mine, because you my darling are the best thign thats ever been mine” 

“Can I shut you up with a kiss now?” 

“I’d be mad at you if you didnt, bean sprout” 

“...sooo no cake?” 

“Shut up Derek! Took the kid long enough, let them have this” Hotch mentioned. 

“Hey, youre the best thing thats ever been mine too” Spencer whispered in my ear before pulling me into a kiss. 

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[mythicalcowboyatheart]

Part 4 for meat and greet idea!! (Js a concept that i thought of in case you didnt have an idea of what you wanted to do for pt 4, u can Include and exclude whatever you'd like)

Reader wakes up in the room alone again and goes downstairs to find spencer in costume and makeup again with another captive, this time tho the reader isn't scared and actually joins spencer in his activities and this excites him obviously. This could or could not lead to more "activities" if ykwim...

I love this series sm btw! I hope your day and your holidays are wonderful!

Meat and Greet part 4

An: I've had writers block for a while now and this request actually gave me motivation to write so thank you!!!! I hope you enjoy and happy new Years!!

Warnings: smut, reader kills someone murder, rape (mentioned briefly)

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After the encounter with Spencer in the basement, he and I spent more time together and I actually earned TV privileges something about me being "a good girl" as he put it. With said privileges Spencer and I had watched the entire Friday the 13th franchise.... multiple times. During one of these summer camp nightmare rewatchings I had fallen asleep on the couch in the living room.

I woke up 3:33am the clock read. I noticed Spencer wasn't sitting next to me any more, I stood up stretching and looking around the small living room. I shrug and turn off the TV leveling me inm darkness but not complete darkness, I noticed light, very little light coming from the door that lead to the basement.

I debte gotinmg down the steps but curiosity got the best of me and I opened the door and decided the stairs. I reach the bottom of the stairs i hear what i dreaded most, screams of another panicked victim.

I rounded the corner "Spencer?" I ask rubbing my eyes still not fully awake. Spencer turned and again he's wearing the wig and make-up. "Oh love did we wake you?" I walk over to him surprisingly this time not fearing him, and I hug him and press a soft kiss to Spencers lipgloss coated lips. I pull away and let my arms loosely drape around his neck. "No Hun I woke up on my own." I reasured lightly stroking his blonde wig, before I bring my hand to cup his cheek. Spencer leans into my touch. Out of the corner of my eye I see the new man tied to the chair rocking back and forth to try to Ecape. I drop my hand from Spencers face and face the man in the chair. Spencer followed my gaze and sighed. "Oh love I'm sorry but I have some business to attend...." Before he could finish his sentence I cut him off. " What did he do?" Spencer looks at me wide eyed. "Come on Spencer I'm a big girl I can handle it"

Spencer finally responded "he's a serial rapist and killer, he's hurt many women and men and their families. The world would be better without him." I noded turning to leave before a thought hit me "Spence can I do it?" I get another bewildered look out of my lovers face. "Babe come on give me the knife." I smirk putting my hands on my hips. "I love it when you call me that" Spencer smiles handing me the knife in his hand. I take it and kiss his cheek. I turn back to our guest of honor. I walk over to the captive man and lightly graze his skin with the blade.

"So you like preying on innocent people don't you?" He mumbles something but with the tape over his mouth nothing much is heard clearly. I plugged the knife deep in to his right thigh. "AWNSER ME!" I scream. The man nods his head as tears stream down his face. "Well you just sealed your fate right there buddy!" I giggle loudly. The man's eyes go wide and more muffled screams and yells are heard as I lift the knife and stab the man in the chest repeatedly until I can't hear cant hear his screams anymore. I breathe heavily and realize the wet sticky feeling of blood on my face as I collapse to the floor. I feel a hand on my shoulder and I jumped a little, oh Spencer I forgot he was there.

I look up at him. He has a wide smile on his face andhe bends down and presses hard and heated kiss to my lips. I kiss back. Spencer brakes the kiss "you did amazing my love" he kisees my lips softly this time. "Yah seems like you enjoyed watching." I smirk observing the tent in his pants. Spencer pulls his wig off and picks me up bride style and quickly makes his way to our room.

As soon as we make it to the room I'm thrown in the bed

I make quick work of my bloody shirt and pajama shorts, and Spencer dose the same with his sweat pants he was wearing. After we're both undressed Spencer is immediately kissing and biting my neck. I moan his name almost like a prayer.

I flip us so Spencer is on his back and I am straddleing his hips. I grind my wet core on his hard length. We moan in unison. I continue grinding on Spencer until I reach down and align him with my entrance. and sink down on his cock. "Fuck Spence your so big!" I moan and I begin bouncing up and down in his dick. The more I bounce the faster I move. My legs began to shake as I feel my orgasm build up. "Fuck Spence I'm gonna..." I cum all over his cock and soon after I ride out my high Spencer cums in me. I rest my head in the crook of his neck and catch my breath. Once I do I hear Spencer laugh. "What?" I ask. "Love your still covered in that guys blood." I look at Spencer and sure enough there are bloody hand prints covering his face and chest, along with his smudged make-up. I laughed and kissed him.