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wrenreid · 1 year

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Chapter Twenty-Three

"Honey, I'm homeee."

"You don't live here."

"Way to kill my vibe, Y/n," Matthew says, shutting your front door.

You smile, standing up to kiss him before going to the kitchen.

"Welp, I don't know what to do with my life now."

Criminal Minds season 16 was officially wrapped as of last night.

"Hang out with me," you smile, turning to face him.

"Well duh."

These past few weeks with Matthew have been a dream- strange, but lovely. You still tease each other of course, but it's filled with humor rather than laced with venom as before.

He's fun and exciting, he takes you out on dates on whim, he's so much more affectionate that you'd thought. You can't stay mad at him for long, the dimples on his sweet face just melt away your frustration. The past month has been perfect. You're happier than ever.

"I think wrapping calls for celebratory sex, don't you?"

You turn back around to face him, expressing a shocked look on your face.

"That's highly inappropriate of you, Gubler."

"Ah last name," he says, wrapping his arms around your hips. "But I'll ignore it for a kiss."

You roll your eyes playfully and press your lips to his. It's slow and gentle until it's not. You end up with your back against the wall, his face above yours, lips pulling and sucking on each other's.

The two of you haven't slept together much since you started dating. He wanted to show you that he's not just it in for the physical stuff.

One day on set, in between scenes, his lips grazed your ear as he whispered, "I found ropes in the storage room. If you want to sneak away." You'd known you couldn't right then, and the feeling of his breath on your skin sent a wave of goosebumps down your body. You stayed quiet, looking forward, forcing your body to calm down.

When you'd finally gotten the chance, you pulled him by the hand, dragging him into the supply closet.

He chuckled softly and opened his mouth to say something.

"Shut up," you said, pressing your lips to his roughly.

Now, his lips roam your body as you lie on the couch. Your hands tangle into his hair, tugging at the curls. A moan leaves your mouth, and you bite your lip to quiet yourself as his tongue flicks against you. You pull his hair at the sensation that consumes your body.

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"Hello?... this Y/n," you answer your phone, slipping into your bedroom so you don't wake Matthew up. "Wait really? Oh my gosh!... yes.... yes.... thank you!.... wait what?... London? I thought it was in San Francisco!... I see.... I'll get back to you by the weekend, yes.... thanks." You hang up the call, sitting on your bed with your head hung down.

"Hey, darling," Matthew says, walking into your room. He's wearing his jeans again. "I was thinking we could go out for dinner tonight? There's this new sushi place I want to try- are you alright?"

You look up at him. "Yeah, I'm great. Sushi? Sounds lovely."

"Great," he smiles, dimples prominent against his cheeks. "I will pick you up at 8, I have an errand to run with Steve today."

Steve is Paget's husband, Matthew's friend. You nod. "Okay," you shoot him a smile.

"I will see you later, beautiful." Matthew kisses your head then heads back into your living room to finish getting dressed. You here the door close shortly after.

London? Holy shit.

You didn't tell Matthew at dinner the other day, and you haven't told him now. The deadline for your answer is tonight. In simple terms, you're freaking the fuck out.

How do you even bring up the subject? Hey, Matthew, I'm leaving the country in a few weeks. Sorry! Doesn't seem fitting. So drinks it is.

He'll be walking through your door in about twenty minutes, and you're trying to muster up a sentence. But how can you tell your boyfriend what's going on when you don't entirely know what's going on? You're not even sure you're going to go.

You sigh, getting the wine out of the cooler and placing it on the table. You made dinner, well tried to make dinner, but it seems edible enough.

You change shirts, seeing that you got spaghetti sauce on the one you were in. You're now wearing a red tank with a grey cardigan, that you stole from Matthew without him knowing, and black leggings that you've had on since this morning.

Maybe a part of you is on edge because you're not sure what would happen if you did choose to leave, you think. And maybe it's because no one knows if you'll get picked up for another season.

As you walk back out of your room, Matthew walks in the door with a smile plastered on his adorable face. "Smells good. Burned, but good."

You laugh softly, worry and sadness laced into it. "Yeah, I forgot to set the timer for 30 instead of 40. Sorry."

"Burned or not, I'm sure it'll be great."

You flash him a smile before sitting down at your dining area table. You put some of the lasagna on a plate for him, then for you, and pour yourselves some wine.

"Ooh she‘a fancy," Matthew says with a chuckle.

"You're a dork."

"Maybe, but you like it," he winks at you.

"Eh," you say and he acts offended.

The two of you eat dinner, mostly in a comfortable silence.

"It's horrible isn't it?"

"No!" Matthew says, grabbing your hand. "I'm definitely a better cook than you, but it is not bad."

You roll your eyes playfully. "I knew I should've suckered you into cooking."

He smiles, taking a drink from his glass. You can't help but return the gesture, his smile is contagious, dimples, bright teeth, honey eyes squinting slightly.

"So," you breathe, "I need to talk to you about something."

"Okay. I'm all ears."

"A few months ago I auditioned for this movie. I didn't really think I'd ever get the part, so I almost forgot about it. Until I got a callback right before we wrapped. And I found out that the part is mine..."

"Y/n, that's amazing!" Matthew smiles, squeezing your hand.

"If I want it."

"Why wouldn't you?"

"It shoots in London. I'd have to leave in three weeks," your expression gets even sadder as you watch his face fall.

"Oh," he says, furrowing his eyebrows softly.

"But I don't think I'm going to take it."

"Y/n-"

"I don't want to leave you. I mean, we just got to a happy point with each other. What if leaving for four months changes that?"

"Y/n, you need to take this job. It's an amazing opportunity, and I can tell you want to do it,” Matthew says.

"But-"

"We'll be fine. I'm not going to stop loving you because you're 5 thousand miles away."

Loving. He said the L word.

You avert your gaze from the table to his eyes. "You love me?" You almost say it in a whisper.

"Of course I do."

Your lips perk up at the corners. "But what if-"

"If you want this role, you should have it. Nothing should stop you from doing what you love."

It's your turn to furrow your eyebrows now. You sigh. "I'll call them and tell them I'm ready for the full script then."

Matthew smiles. "Great. I'm really happy for you."

You hug him, sitting in his lap. "Thank you."

"For the record, I better get calls every damn day while you're gone."

You laugh softly. "Oh don't doubt for a second I won't bug you from another country."

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You're sitting on your couch, reading the script when Matthew walks into your apartment.

"You still never learned to knock, huh babe?"

He laughs, plopping onto the couch beside you. "Nope."

You smile, eyes still scanning the words on the pages before you.

"One week before you leave me forever."

"You're so dramatic, Gube."

"I know," he says as sweetly as he can. "I'm going to miss you."

You toss the script on the coffee table. "Nope. None of that. No sappy pre-goodbyes yet. One normal week before we actually have to say goodbye, okay?"

Matthew nods. "Okay. So we can't have hot goodbye sex?"

"Matthew!" Your eyes widen as you smile toward him. "Okay fine, we can have hot goodbye sex. In a week."

"Damn, that's cold."

This movie is anticipated to be a big hit. Your character, Carter, is a 28 year old med student, studying abroad for the semester. She meets this girl and they become instant friends, until they become more. It's supposed to be an adventurous and sweet film.

_____

The dreaded goodbye is approaching quicker than you'd appreciate. Of course, you're excited about this part, excited to see London for the first time, and excited to be getting more successful, but it stings at your chest to know you have to leave your friends, your family, and Matthew behind for a while. It's not like he can come with you either. He might miss a job opportunity and he has a few book signings coming up.

You wish you stretch out the week, but it decides to blow past you like a nascar driver.

Tomorrow. You leave tomorrow.

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tinyluvs · 8 months

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I’ve been feeling fluffy Spencer lately too 🥺🥺 esp dad!spencer like just visiting him at work w bub -🌺

screaming, crying, throwing up, tysm for this angel ♡ enjoyy !! also this ended up WAY longer than i planned it to be!

"i'm hungry," your daughter whines, throwing her head back dramatically, her little arms wrapped around your legs while her chin rests on your thighs

you chuckle at her, fingers brushing through her baby hairs, "you're dramatic," you snicker at her confused face, "daddy's office is only one more floor up, you'll be fine,"

as you finish your sentence the elevator pings and the doors slide open, "come on then princess," you hold your hand out, waiting for a smaller hand to slip into it

"princess hazel!" your little girl squeals, jumping out of the elevator, over the tiny gap and out into the foyer of the bau. she runs on ahead, tiny hands wrapping around the handle on the doors, "open!"

you give her a hand, pulling on the door to open it enough for you both to slip through, "hold on," you gasp, bending to grab her hand before she can take off running through the office

it takes you all of three seconds to spot spencer, sitting at his desk reading a book, though his back is turned to you, "i see daddy," you whisper, leading hazel through the office until she can see him too

"daddy!" she shouts, causing multiple people to turn their attention to the child running through the room but she only has her eyes on her dad

spencer gasps, discarding his book on his desk just in time to catch the ball of excitement launching herself into his lap, "hey sweetheart!" he chuckles, tightening his arms around hazel's body, squeezing her

he stands up, spinning around with his daughter in his arms as you finally catch up to them. the little girl squeals and giggles, throwing her head back again, "be careful," you giggle, gently holding the back of her head, "hey,"

"hello," your boyfriend smiles, settling hazel under his arm as he swoops forwards to kiss you quickly, "what're you guys doing here?" he asks, putting your child down

"well, we thought we could have lunch together," you explain, watching spencer hold both of hazels's hands while she tucks her legs up, hanging in front of him in a fit of giggles

"lunch!" hazel repeats, finally putting her feet on the floor but no sooner has she made contact with the ground, she's holding her arms up, waiting for spencer to pick her up, again, "up!"

spencer sighs, jokingly and over exaggerated, "again? but you're so heavy," he says but never one to say no to either of his girls, he crouches, scooping his baby up

silently you watch them, unpacking sandwiches, all wrapped up neatly in foil. out of the corner of your eye, you notice penelope and derek wander into the bullpen, "oh my goodness, my baby!" pen gasps before you can even say hello to her

hazel scrambles, accidentally kicking spencer in the stomach as she leaps from his arms, "auntie pen! uncle 'rek!" both of the adults crouch down, their arms wrapping around the small girl as she barrels into them

you and spencer lean into each other, smiling widely as you distantly hear hazel shouting, "up!" at derek just a few seconds before she's sitting proudly on his shoulders, her chin resting on top of his head

the commotion grabs the attention of dave, jj and emily who all appear from different directions, though they all end up stood in front of derek, talking up at hazel

"she's so loved," you smile softly, looking up at spencer, his arm snaking around your waist and his lips pressing against your forehead

"she is," he agrees, reaching for the sandwiches on his desk. he unwraps all of them, handing you half of yours before holding half of hazel's out, "morgan, come here," he chuckles

derek jumps, sending hazel giggling all over again as they make their way towards you, the rest of the team following. derek bends down, letting hazel snatch her sandwich from her dad

"hey guys," you greet the rest of the team, side hugging them gently, "how is everyone?" you ask after getting a mixed bag of greetings back from them

"much better now hazel's here," jj comments, holding her hand out so that hazel will give her a high five, "good job honey," she nods when your daughter, aggressively, slaps her hand

spencer sits on the edge of his desk, pulling slightly on your sweater until you're moving back, plopping down right next to him while you finish your sandwich

"where's uncle aaron?" hazel asks, twisting her tiny body around violently. a small scowl covers her face as she realises, he's not in the bullpen

emily leans, looking around everyone, "hey, he's in his office, shall we go see him?" she asks, holding her hands out. hazel nods, sliding off of derek’s shoulders and into emily's arms

before they dart off, spencer leans forwards, taking the left over crust from his daughters hands, "why won't you eat those?" he asks, shaking his head slightly

"yucky!" hazel shouts through a laugh when emily hops up the few stairs in front of aaron's office.

"she's getting so big," dave comments, crossing his arms over his chest, "i feel like the last time i saw her, she was half the size she is now,"

"yeah, you should bring her in more often," penelope huffs, plopping down into a spinny chair that you guess is spencers, "or, at least let me babysit every once in a while,"

through open blinds you watch as aaron stands your daughter on his desk, "hey, you guys are more than welcome to borrow her any time," you chuckle, "she's a handful though," you warn

"we can handle her for a few hours, give you and spence some time alone," jj says, her tone suggestive, "maybe give hazel a little brother or sister?" she comments before brushing past, also on her way to aaron's office

beside you spencer blushes a deep red, his fingers drumming against your waist, "jj!" he groans, causing derek, penlope and dave to also laugh as they depart, following the sound of your girls laughter

you lean back to look into aaron's office through the now open door, "she's bouncing on his couch," you snicker, watching the rest of the team bob their heads as they all watch her going up and down

"oh god," spencer gasps, standing, ready to go and stop her but you wrap your fingers loosely around his wrist pulling him back so he's stood between your legs, "pretty," he smiles, looking down at you

his thumbs ghost over your cheeks as they heat, "hey, do you ever think about it?" you ask but spencer just tilts his head like a confused puppy, "having another baby," you clarify

your boyfriend thinks for a second, "well, yeah, of course, why?" he asks, a light smirk playing on his face. his hands slip down your neck, resting on your shoulders

"hazel's going into kindergarten soon, so, it wouldn't be the worst timing," you say slowly, staring up at spencer, "what do you think?"

spencer smiles wildly, humming in agreement before bending to kiss you properly, though it's messy and interrupted by the both of you smiling into it, "sounds perfect," he mumbles, kissing at the corner of your mouth before standing straight

"okay," you whisper, heart racing with excitement as you wrap your arms around spencer's waist, pulling him in so you can hide your face against his stomach, "right, let's go retrieve out daughter before she makes herself sick,"

spencer laughs at you, tangling his fingers with yours as you lead him towards aaron's office. you slot in by the rest of the team while spencer catches hazel mid couch jump, "you'll be sick if you carry on with that, princess,"

"no i won't!"

the team laughs while you lean slightly towards jj, "hey, do you, maybe, fancy having a play date this weekend?" you ask, eyeing her slightly though you don't need to, she knows what you're asking and why

"i would absolutely love to,"

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sailorholly · 4 months

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Red

Summary: Spencer can’t keep his eyes off your mouth. It must be your new red lipstick.

Warnings: Smut. 18+ ONLY. Minors DNI. Oral (M receiving)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x F. Reader

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“At least try it on. I’m sure it will look great on you.” Penelope pleads with you. You sigh, picking up the tube of red lipstick Emily got you for your Secret Santa gift. You had never been a big fan of colorful lipstick, always sticking to the nude shades you were comfortable with.

You look down at your dress, a sparkly, black mini dress that hugged your body in all the right places. You were going to a New Year’s Eve party at Rossi’s. JJ, Emily, and Penelope were going to be dressed to the nines. You didn’t want to feel left out. So, you hesitantly bring the tube to your lips, slowly applying the color. You push your bottom lip out, pouting to get a good look.

Surprisingly, it looked great on you. “Wow! You’re a total babe!” Penelope squeals, lightly shaking your shoulders. You take a few selfies together before leaving for the party.

“Baby girl, looking good as always. And who is this stone cold fox?” Derek jokes pulling you in for a hug. Spencer peeks around the corner, to see what all the commotion was. You smile at him, waving slightly. He smiles back, dark eyes twinkling as he looks at you. His gaze stops on your lips.

You notice he swallows thickly, large hands wringing together nervously. His eyes fall to the floor when he notices you watching him carefully. You frown, wondering what that was all about.

Drinks are flowing as Rossi sets the table with the dinner he made for everyone. While you’re eating, you can’t help but be aware of Spencer, who can’t keep his eyes off you. No, not you, your mouth. Every time you take a bite, Spencer’s fork loudly clinks against his plate.

A drop of sauce falls on your bottom lip, when your tongue darts out to lick it off, Spencer chokes on his wine. He puts a hand up, shyly signaling that he is okay.

After dinner, the team separates in the back yard. Emily and Hotch are talking, suspiciously close together. Penelope is almost in Derek’s lap, giggling as he whispers in her ear. JJ, Will, and Rossi are filling up their glasses at the wine station Rossi set up.

You and Spencer finish cleaning up in the kitchen. He walks way, heading for the back door. You catch his wrist, wrapping your hand around it. “Come here.” You walk toward the guest bedroom Rossi said was yours for the night. You open the door, the creaking so loud, you’re afraid you might get caught sneaking around.

You shut it quietly behind Spencer as he walks in. “What are you doing?” He asks, scrunching up his nose. “I noticed that you keep staring at me, or my lips I should say.” He swallows, his adams apple slightly bobbing. “I - I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-“ You push him toward the bed, the back of his knees hitting the mattress as you shove him down.

“Shhh. No need to apologize. I don’t mind the staring. I like it.” He runs his hands through his mess of curls as you sink down on your knees in front of him. You reach for the button on his slacks, when you feel him grip your wrists to stop you.

“You don’t have to do that.” You twist your hands, freeing yourself. “I know I don’t have to, Spencer. I want to. Loosen up, live a little.” At your request, he helps you by undoing his pants, and sliding them down his legs.

His impressive length throbs as you stroke it gently, bringing it to your lips. You slowly trace a vein with your tongue, loving the way he shivers under your attention. You drag your tongue languidly over him, swirling around the head as your hand grips the base.

His breath hitches when you finally take him all the way in, lips sealing around him. You lock eyes with him as you begin to suck. “Oh fuck, that feels so good.” He praises you. You clench your thighs together, Spencer hardly ever cursed. It was beyond sexy to watch him come apart because of you.

Spencer whimpers as you bob your head up and down, taking him deeper. His long fingers tangle in your hair, pulling you further down on him. Saliva drips off your chin onto his thighs, as you struggle to take him. When you adjust to his size, you swallow around him, earning a whimper from him. His knuckles turn white as he grips the comforter on the bed.

“I’m gonna c-“ He starts, tapping on your head so you can stop if you want. The fucked out look in his brown eyes makes you pick up your pace. You lock your arms around his thighs, pulling him to you. You flatten your tongue, pursing your lips as you suck harshly, tightening your throat around him. Your name falls from his lips like a prayer as he spills down your throat.

You remove him from your mouth, confidently sticking your tongue out to show him you had swallowed every drop he gave you. Spencer blushes, throwing his arm over his face as he lays back against the mattress. “I need a minute.” He tells you. You walk over to the mirror on the wall, using your thumbs to wipe away the mess on your chin and tidy up your smeared lipstick. You look at your phone to see it was a little after midnight. “Happy New Year.” You say over your shoulder, as you leave the room.

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piqtescue · 7 months

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that fit on him tho☀️

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authorred · 1 year

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Yandere Spencer Reid heacanons because I was inspired |Part 1|

Preface: It’s hard to imagine the upstanding, moral Spencer Reid as an obsessive, compulsive lover who would do anything and everything for your love. Lucky for you, I’m here to help you imagine.

Yandere!Spencer Reid is chefs kiss. Exactly what I need (and want awooga)

Part 2 here Part 3 here

Warning(s): Mentions of violence, stalking, kidnapping, psychological abuse, (un)willing reader (depends on if you fw this imagine), spiral into pure criminality

He is first horrified when he begins to feel the obsession or possession

When he first meets you is when he first begins to get those feelings

Tries his absolute hardest to logic his way out of it, or to control it, or to seek help

Tries his best to communicate to you as a healthy, normal person would, but he can’t help but find those thoughts creeping in again

He believes it’ll be better if you’re away from him, but his thoughts and feelings change to hardcore yearning

Knows it’s not love he’s feeling, and is potentially dangerous to you

Might spiral down into a breakdown (or a few) because of it

Will genuinely think of himself as a horrible person who thinks he can’t get help

If you try to help him he’ll vehemently decline it and will tell you it’s a bad idea

Others at the BAU try their hardest to help him, but the thoughts are still there

If Reid sees you interacting with someone who seems interested in you, his mind will implode

Will be constantly trying to justify the person’s ‘disappearance’ to himself for hours whilst alone

Will come up with the excuse that the person is dangerous to you, or has the potential to be (his calculations will be slightly skewed)

At first, he’ll ask Morgan or Hotch to help him ‘deal with’ the person, but since the person is literally innocent, they can’t do anything

He gets frustrated but brushes it off as paranoia

Spencer starts to find himself hovering near where your house is just to ‘check in’ on you to see if you’re alright

To him, he’s just being protective over you. He wants you safe

But he also knows if he springs all of his thoughts and worries on you, you’ll hate him

Whenever he thinks about you hating him he feels like he can’t breathe

He needs you to like him--love him, even

As weeks and months go by, he doesn’t fight his impulsive thoughts as much as before

Whenever you’re near, you have 100% of his attention. He barely looks away from you if you’re within his line of sight

He’s a nervous wreck when you talk

He’s scared he’ll mess up and say something that’ll fuck your friendship up

He’s not good at mincing words, so he has to carefully curate his sentences

When you smile or laugh at something he says, he feels high

When you mention someone who’s not a part of the BAU, that high disappears instantly

It’s replaced with a cold disinterest in whoever it is you’re speaking about

He tries to manipulate the conversation to see if he can pull more info out of you about the person

He takes advantage of his access to FBI equipment and software to find the person

He makes sure to cover his tracks thoroughly and will not rest until he’s sure any audit trail or history or whatever isn’t linked back to him

When he finds the person’s personal info, he finds himself ‘checking them out’

Will take walks in front of their house, or follow them

Does this for every person who’s not an overt threat

He will, however, drop whatever stalkerish shit he’s doing if you call or text him

If someone does ask you out, or you mention going on a date, or talking to a person of interest, haha

Someone’s going to die

Once Spencer gets the necessary information, he’ll stalk the person out

He might have a conversation with them, profile them, and then talk about their relationship to you

He’s more than likely not strong enough to physically overpower a person of above-average strength, but he’s got the brains to make the odds even

Will create an elaborate plan to get the person to come to him instead

Whenever he does manage to kidnap/isolate the person, he won’t kill them immediately

He’d have a genuine heart-to-heart with them

He’d say you’re his. He’ll say he’s yours, and whoever tries to take you away (be it romantically or otherwise) will be met with a steep response. He’ll say he loves you, and will do anything to be sure you’re with him, and only him

Probably kills the person by slitting their throat. A bullet is too easily identifiable

He’ll comfort you if you’re saddened by your date’s/person of interest’s disappearance

When you hug him, his entire body goes hot

He hugs you tightly (probably a bit too tight)

He verbally comforts you as best he can, and assures you you’ll go on other dates (hopefully with him)

He’ll gently rock you if you’re hugging for a long time

If you pull away first, he’ll try to keep you in the hug, but will let go if you push him away

He’ll let you sleep on him, and he’ll stare at you while you do

He’ll think to himself about how beautiful you are, and how you deserve everything, and how much you deserve him especially

He gets a lot pushier after that, especially when it comes to you getting close with others

Will physically hover closer to you

Will glower at anyone who looks at you a certain way

Will never let you privy to these thoughts and habits and behaviors of his until he’s sure you can handle/accept them

He will definitely try to gaslight you and/or emotionally manipulate you if he thought it’d make you like/trust him more

You’d trust him, most likely. He’s Spencer mf Reid, why wouldn’t you

He wouldn’t psychologically manipulate/abuse you that much, and wouldn’t physically put his hands on you unless he had to

He notices the obsessive and compulsive thoughts calm when he’s around you, so he wants you next to him almost 24/7

Gets very disenchanted and uninterested when you’re not around

The team believes him to be down bad

They think he’s a puppy in love with you and find it adorable

Will mention you often to get him engaged

Sometimes he’ll just push through a case due to the thought of seeing you after

If he gets injured on a case, his first and only thought would be his desire to not die and leave you behind. Anything else comes secondary

If you’re a mother figure, or give off ‘motherly’ vibes, that’ll make this worse

If you initiate any form of physical contact, he will beam

Literally treats you like an actual god(dess) (aside from the occasional emotional manipulation but yk)

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talaok · 1 year

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platonic(?)!spencer reid x gn!reader reader gets friendzoned and calls spence to feel a bit better-- the mf shows up to their door with snacks. reader is all hurt so crying before spence hugs them and they just melt d o w n and spence tells them how amazing/beautiful/handsome etc they are and how much they deserve can you tell I'm having a bad day LMFAO THANK YOU SO MUCH IF YOU WRITE THIS MWAH MWAH TAKE CARE OF URSELF <333

I looove this idea sm. also, I've never written a gn reader so if I've done something wrong, don't hesitate to tell me.

"What happened?"

you had just said hi, and somehow, he'd already figured something was wrong.

"Nothing it's-" a sob fell from your lips-

"hey..." he cooed, worry tracing his tone "What is it y/n?"

"I-" you felt hot tears fill your eyes again, "I talked to Thomas"

"That's good, right?"

"well he-" another sob, "he said he doesn't want-" you paused, sighing deeply "he doesn't want to be with me" you fully cried now

"he said he just sees me as a friend"

Spencer felt his heart skip a beat.

It was as if he could physically feel your pain.

"I'm sorry y/n" was all he could say "he doesn't deserve you" he said "I mean who would say no to you?"

"him, apparently" you forced a laugh.

"I'm coming over," he said, resolute

"no Spence you don't have to-"

"I'm coming over y/n, don't even start" he decided, and you heard shuffling as he probably got up

You paused, as you took a deep breath.

"thank you" you could only whisper.

"you don't have to thank me" he shook his head "I'll be there soon"

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You felt like you had just hung up the phone when he knocked at your door.

"hey" you said weekly

"hi" he whispered, not even giving you the time to fully open the door before wrapping his arms around you.

"I'm sorry" he murmured, your head was against his chest as he smoothed your hair, "he's an asshole"

You chuckled a bit, as tears streamed down your cheeks nonetheless.

You hated how pathetic you looked. Crying over a guy like you were 16, but there was nothing you could do, the tears just never seemed to stop.

"no hey" he leaned away to look at you "Don't cry over him," he said "I'm here" his eyes were full of worry as they dug into yours "and even if I might not be as handsome as that other guy" you laughed "I, at least, come bearing gifts"

"you're serious?" you asked, sniffling, and he reached back outside the door, his hand coming back full.

chips in one, and chocolates in the other.

You were beaming.

"I love you Spence" you squeaked, hugging him so tight he probably couldn't breathe.

"hey there, now, don't go overboard"

" 'm not" you mumbled against him "Thank you so much," you said, and then, just like that, the tears started again.

It was like a waterfall with a broken dam.

"no hey" he moved some hair out of your face "Here, let's sit down" he suggested, closing the door and guiding you to the couch.

countless used tissues sat on it, and Spencer felt his heart break as he saw you reach for a new one to dry your tears.

He had tried comprehending what you'd told him after you'd called him, he had tried to wrap his head around it, but the truth was, he couldn't understand.

He couldn't understand how someone reject you, how someone could not love you.

"I'm sorry I'm just-" you sobbed "I don't understand" you cried "I feel like every person I like doesn't want to have anything to do with me"

"That's not true " he spoke, sitting beside you

"but it is"

"y/n you have men and women falling at your knees everywhere you go, you do realize that right?"

You chuckled "But not the ones I like"

"that's because they're stupid"

You wanted to laugh, but the weight on your chest impeded you to.

"I just-" you looked up at him "I don't-" a sob climbed up your throat "I don't know what's wrong with me"

"y/n " he stopped you immediately, holding your face between his hands "you are the most brilliant, beautiful, and amazing person I've ever met," he said "You deserve the world and everything else there is to deserve" he explained "there is nothing wrong with you, if anything, you're too perfect"

You were shuddering as his words warmed your heart.

"so please don't think even for a second that anyone who'd be with you wouldn't be the luckiest person on earth, because they would" he promised "and if Thomas can't see that then he's clearly not even remotely good enough for you, y/n"

His thumb was troaking your cheek so gently you felt like you could melt.

"you'll find the right person, who will see you for all you really are," he said "I promise"

"who, when?" you asked,

me, now. A familiar voice inside of him suggested, but he quickly silenced it.

"I don't know" he welcomed you as you snuggled closer to him, hugging him once more "but I'm sure you will"

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Protective (S.R)

Plot: Spencer is very jealous after prison and this can be bad for his relationship with Reader.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Contents: against and fuffy, just a couple with problems but i love it

Request: meu cenário fav é post prison spencer sendo suuper over protective com a reader 😿💞 e tipo uma vez eles vão sair e tem um cara enchendo o saco dela e ele ficaria TAO PUTO ao ponto de quase prender o cara

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It was the first time in public since Spencer got out of prison, he lived hell for months until his innocence was proven. I don't even like to remember how many sleepless nights I spent crying about not being able to see him, knowing he was suffering and having to deal with a lot of shit. It was all a nightmare. But now he was here, he was back in our apartment, his things were in the same place, his life was in the same place – but he wasn't the same person. That's why I tried to convince him to come to our favorite coffee shop, where we had our first date, to see if he felt a little happier. We had ordered our coffees and also some cookies to eat, I was trying to distract him by talking about my work teaching the children, that this week they learned about fruits and there was a student of mine who just liked all of them. She is so cute and lovely, I can’t stand it.

He pays close attention but at the same time I knew he didn't care, that his thoughts were far away. "Y/N, very interesting. Will you excuse me? I need to go to the restroom." He smiled and stood up without waiting for my answer. It hurt me a lot, seeing him so far away, I was trying so hard but he didn't seem to want to go back to his old life. It looked like he didn't want any more. When I realized I was already crying, a silent, suffering cry. I looked at the park across the street to distract myself, I had to pretend everything was fine.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a shadow sit up and I turned my head quickly to see if it was Spencer. Well, it wasn't. "Oh, love, I'm sorry. Are you okay? Why are you crying? Did that guy treat you badly?" Great, if this man notices I'm crying so Spence will notice too. He kinda looks like him. I shook my head in negative. "No, No! He didn't do anything. He's cool, we're just going through stuff." I gave him a shy smile. "Oh, it's okay, my love! I'll be right there on the other side... if you need anything, angel...". He placed his hand on mine. I was so focused on the guy in front of me that I didn't even see Spencer come back to our table, he was standing right behind the guy, looking at me very angry. I pulled my hand away at the same moment.

"What a beautiful couple! Can you explain to me what the fuck is this? Did you found another guy while I being out, hm? Such fucking whore" I was shook. He never did that to anyone, he has never been rude to me or yelled at me like that. The man I love is gone and now he's turned into this."Honey, it's not like that at all, he just came over to ask if I was okay, I don’t know him and..." he laughed, and loudly, as if he didn't believe it. He was doing a scene in the middle of the cafe and people were looking at us. "Of course she is okay. More than okay. She's with me, you got it? She's my girlfriend, are you crazy? I can arrest you for harassment. She belongs to me, get out of here before I punch your face, asshole. " The young man stood up and waved at me before walking away. It seemed like he knew I was in trouble and that I was broken inside.

Spencer returned to his seat across from me, took a sip of his coffee. I stared at him, still not believing. He doesn't talk to me, he doesn't want to tell me what's wrong, he doesn't want to go to therapy or anything like that. And I love him so fucking much but I don't want to date someone if every time I go out with him he tries to hit someone, trying to humiliate me in front of everyone. I started crying again and then grabbed my bag, took one last look at him. His lips were together and he was looking at me in a mocking, challenging way, as if what happened was nothing and the whole cafe still wasn't looking at us. “Fuck you, Reid! Go to hell”, I stood up, headed straight for our apartment. I need to think. But I guess I lose him.

I was in the bedroom, under the white blanket eating my Ben & Jerry's Mint Chocholate Cookie ice cream to drown my sorrows while watching The Fault in Our Stars. I wanted their love, they loved each other and stayed together until the end. I wanted to stay with him until the end. I heard a noise at the main door, little by little the noise of the shoe on the wooden floor got louder and I heard a knock on the bedroom door.

I paused the movie, wiped the tears away before saying, "I don’t wanna talk, Spencer". I should have gone elsewhere, “Baby, please, can we talk?”. I sighed before saying "come in". He came in, and he was bad. It looked like he had been crying too. He sat on the bed and I looked into his eyes."Y/N, I'm really sorry. I was such an idiot, but I don't want anyone to touch you or go near you because you're mine and it’s not possession... fuck, it's just that in prison, I saw how they treated the women they came to visit and they told me things they would do to you...I'm just being protective. And it's not an excuse for what I've done, I've been such dick these past few weeks, I'm so sorry. I was so rude today. Please, Y/N, I love you", he sighed.

I started crying again, because I love him and I know he was trying but it's not enough. "Spencer, my love today was a hard day to me, I was talking but it seems that you don’t care and then you scream with the guy for talked to me. You call me whore. That’s so fucking heartbreaking. You really need help, please go to therapy, talk to someone. You almost hit him today for me. I love you but I can't live like this... I want you but you're ruining my plan", I let out a giggle. "Plan? What plan?" he asked me. "I made a promise that I would marry you if we survived prison but your mind is still there, I can’t compete with that. And you don't have to be jealous of me, I'm yours forever, body and soul. Promise me you'll go to find some help?", he came closer and ran his hand through my hair. "Promise, love. And I want make your plan happen. Sorry. I love you". I kissed him, a salty kiss because of the tears, then hugged him tight. Nothing will separate us.

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Christmas Party, Spencer Reid

I know it's July, but I was in a Christmas kind of mood :)

Word Count: 1.8k~

The month of December is full of many activities; holiday decorating, walks in the chilly air, and my favorite, baking. Thankfully, I've been able to do a lot of that as I've had to babysit for my sister thanks to mandatory overtime at her work. My nephew is always looking for something to keep his hands busy, so mixing batter and cleaning dishes with me is perfect for him. Plus, my boyfriend likes my nephew, and he certainly doesn't mind coming home to sweets on the counter.

Today is different, however. I don't have anything on my agenda today, so I'm free to do whatever I want. I spent the first half of the day cleaning the house and grocery shopping, but as two o'clock rolls around, I just relax and sit back with my favorite show playing in the background. It's a complete change from the last couple of weeks as I've constantly been on my feet, but even though it's relaxing, I can't help but feel the need to get up and do something. However, my phone buzzes beside me before I can think of something to do.

Spencer: I know I told you the Christmas party starts at 6, but do you think you can bring those chocolate cupcakes you make for when you babysit your nephew?

Seeing Spencer's message pop up on my phone makes me smile, my fingers instantly typing back a response.

Of course I can babe How many? One or two dozen

A few seconds pass before he sends back a text.

Spence: You might want to do two. They're going to love your cupcakes.

I can't help but smile even more while replying a quick response, already planning everything out in my head. Spencer takes every chance he gets to make me feel proud about anything I do. I don't think he realizes how much that means to me.

Taking everything I need out of the fridge, I measure everything out and add it into my mixer before combining it all. I try to be precise with everything, not wanting to mess anything up. I have yet to meet his team as we've only just moved in together, so I want to make a good impression - how could I not? I'm not sure how long this all might take but I don't want to be late showing up with them either.

While the cupcakes are in the oven, I make the frosting. Once the cupcakes are out of the oven, I look over at the clock and see it's only a little past three. With the extra time, I take the opportunity to go to our bedroom and get ready. After all, going to Spencer's workplace in my messy around-the-clothes isn't very appropriate.

Walking into mine and Spencer's room, I go through our closet and look for something nice. I could always wear the dress he got me for Thanksgiving or a pair of black slacks with a nice blouse. It's nothing serious, but I don't want to wear jeans and a t-shirt. Plus, I want Spencer to like what I'm wearing as well.

As I ponder through ideas of what I can wear, I come across a dress I got as a Christmas gift from a family member. It's a solid dark blue dress with long sleeves and tortoise-shell-colored buttons adorning one of the hips. I don't know why she thought of me when she saw the dress on a clothes rack in a JCPenny store, but nonetheless, she got it for me and I appreciate it. Maybe I can wear it today… it does look nice and professional, so, I should.

After sliding on a pair of black nylon tights, I pull the dress over my head and down my body, the thick, but stretchy material clinging to my waist and hips. Upon looking in the mirror, I smile and brush my hands over my curves, happy with the look of everything. I then comb my hair out of my face before applying a little makeup to my eyes. Looking at the final product, I let out an excited, yet nervous breath as I think about Spencer's possible reactions to the slightly sexy dress. I definitely think he'll like it.

After frosting the cupcakes and getting them packed for the party, I slip on a pair of matching blue heels before heading to Spencer's building. The ride there fills me with so much anxiety I have to remind myself it's not that scary. Spencer wanted me to go to their party so I could meet his co-workers as they've all been bugging him over when they get to meet me. In the year that we've been together, he's told me a lot about them; I think I'm most excited to meet Penelope as she seems like such a fun person to hang out with.

Once I pull up to the large building, I see Spencer waiting outside for me thanks to me sending him a quick text once I left our apartment. The first thing that catches my eye isn't the Christmas sweater I bought for him, but rather the sparkly red Santa hat on his head. Upon seeing him, I smile and park in the closest parking spot before getting out to greet him. He beats me to it because as soon as I climb out of my seat and stand on top of the tarred lot, his arms are around me.

"The guys were practically berating me on how far away you were," Spencer admits to me, making me laugh as I pull back to look at him. "Especially Garcia, she will not stop," He adds, but his words slowly grow quieter as his eyes trail down to look at my dress. He's never seen it before, but going by his almost entranced look, I should've worn it sooner.

Smiling back at him, I rest my arms around his neck. "You look handsome as ever," I compliment him, looking up to see him grin at my words. "Especially this shiny thing," I gesture up to his hat, bringing a small laugh from his lips.

"Thank Garcia for that," He tells me, "She got one for everyone. She has one for you too, don't worry."

His revelation brings a certain warmth to my chest as he moves to take the box holding all of the cupcakes out of my floorboard. Following after him into his building, we wait for security to buzz us in while Spencer takes the brief moment of silence to lean in close and kiss my cheek.

"I absolutely love that dress on you," he murmurs to me, making me blush beet red. Smiling, I look anywhere but him as the door in front of us opens, letting us go in. Like, I said: any chance he gets to compliment me, he takes it.

Walking through the maze of desks with him, I can't help but still feel a little shy. We walk until we stop at the room where all of Spence's close friends from work are in. Once we enter the room, I see them talking to each other, every single one of them having a Santa hat on their head just as Spencer said.

Staying in the doorway, I watch and observe while Spencer places the cupcakes in the middle of the room's table. As he does this, Penelope and Derek walk over to me with smiles on their faces. "You must be (Y/n)!" Penelope greets me with a firm hug, making me smile.

"Yes, and you must be Penelope," I tell her once she pulls away. Looking over at the tall man beside her, I give him a small nod. "And you must be Derek," I note, remembering the many stories Spencer has told me about him and Garcia with her even calling him "chocolate thunder." The man quickly nods with a smile and holds out his hand, which I shake.

"Reid has told us a lot about you," Penelope tells me with an excited voice making me lightly laugh.

"Good things, hopefully," I joke, feeling a familiar arm wrap around my waist and pull me close. Instantly, I feel myself lose any ounce of nervousness I had thanks to his touch.

"Every single one of them," Derek assures me as I look up at the owner of the arm, brunet hair and honey-colored eyes catching my sight. I smile up at Spencer as he smiles back before looking at his two friends.

"Oh! I got this for you!" Penelope yells before jogging over to a table on the opposite side the room and running back, placing a sparkly (f/c) blur on my head. Giggling at her silliness, I reach up and feel something scratchy, only to find out it's a (f/c) Santa hat. "Spencer said it was your favorite color," she explains, making my heart clench even more as I happily adjust it on my head.

The rest of the day is spent meeting and greeting everyone, each of them very nice and fun to talk to. JJ and Prentiss seemed very interesting and they even gave me their phone numbers so we could plan a girl's night out with Penelope and JJ. Hotch seemed like a strict, yet happy guy who barely smiled, but he was fairly happy to see that Spencer had me by his side. Rossi was cool to talk to as he told me about how Spencer talks nonstop about me, causing me to laugh and Spencer to blush.

Overall, I felt happy meeting the people Spencer spent most of his time with, and in my opinion, if I had to spend a majority of my time with a group of people, I'd want it to be them as well. By the end of it, I felt close to all of them like Spencer does - like a family.

"Thank you for introducing me to them," I tell Spencer as we relax in each other's hold in the back of the room. My arms hang around Spencer's neck like earlier, my body resting against his as his arms lazily rest against my hips. With smiles on our faces, we watch as the guys happily eat the sweets I brought, Spencer's words coming true.

"Of course, love," Spencer tells me, pressing a kiss to my Santa-hat-covered head. "I kept telling you they'd love you - was I wrong?" At his question, I smile at him and rest my head against his chest, staring up at his face as he continues peering back at me. In his arms, I find myself questioning how this man can make me forget any fear or worry I have just by simply holding me, and with that, I couldn't ask for more.

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wrenreid · 2 years

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Better Off Broken PART TWO

this is the second and final part to better off broken, so click the link to read that first

synopsis: Spencer Reid finally gets a chance to meet his little boy’s teacher after always being away on a case for all the other opportunities. Though, the single father Dr. Reid was not expecting his son’s kindergarten teacher to be a charming young woman who might possibly make him forget the vow he took to swear off romantic involvements. (dual point of view). (not edited so excuse errors)

content warnings: past relationship trauma, a little bit of self deprecation, 18+ scenes, fluff…

Spencer and I have been texting quite a bit lately. It’s usually just to catch up and talk about Atlas, but it’s still nice.

I want to ask him out on a real date, but I’m not even sure how I would go about that. We’ve only known each other a month and a half, and I don’t even know if he feels the same way I do. I’m not sure if I want to know.

If I don’t know how he feels, I can keep this little fantasy in my head where we’re secretly pining after each other.

But every time we text or he comes into my classroom when he’s picking Atlas up (which has only been twice, but it still happened), I think about asking him out, just ripping the bandaid off.

I feel something between us, a type of connection, but I don’t know if he feels it too. We get a little flirty sometimes (or at least I think it’s flirty), but it never goes past that. It’s always just a few smiles and some slightly suggestive - not in a sexual way - words, but never more than that.

The Valentine’s day party is coming up, and Spencer has already told me he’ll be there. I’m excited to see him again, but I worry that I’ll make it obvious that I like him. Although, maybe I should make it obvious. Maybe I should ask him out that day. It would be pretty ballsy. I think I’m just going to fucking do it.

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“Are you excited for the Valentine’s day party, Atlas?” I ask my son as I lace up my red converse.

He’s already dressed and waiting for me by the door, per usual. He nods, checking his watch. This kid is so much like me, it’s scary.

“Since it’s not until later, I’ll drop you off then I’m going to pick up some supplies just in case Ms. Y/n needs more, okay?”

“Okay,” Atlas says with one nod of his head.

“You’re a man of many words, A,” I chuckle softly, a bright smile on my face. I adore this little boy with every ounce of my being.

Atlas waits for me to finish getting ready then he grabs my hand and we head down to my car. Eventually, I’ll get us a house. I’ve been saving half of my paycheck every month for things like that. Maybe I’ll buy a house in the suburbs close to the school. I think Atlas would like to have a backyard to himself. Not that he’s the type of kid to play outside in the dirt, but he likes to read outside and listen to the birds chirp.

I convinced Atlas to wear a red button up today just to be a little festive. He agreed even though he usually wears blue on Tuesdays.

I drive him to school and make sure he gets to the building okay before I head to the store. I’ve never stepped foot in a Hobby Lobby, but I want to help Y/n just in case she needs it.

I grab a bunch of little Valentine’s day decorations for the kids to put on their boxes. I definitely look silly doing this, but I don’t mind.

“These for anyone special?” The young lady at the register asks me as she scans the items.

“I-uh no. They’re for my son’s class,” I say, but my cheeks turn the color of the red hearts. They’re technically for Y/n, and she is someone special. But I barely admit that to myself, let alone out loud.

“You’re a dad? There’s no way, you look so young,” she chuckles softly, twirling her hair around her finger.

She’s flirting with me. I used to not be able to detect things like that, but I’ve gotten better at reading people. Being a behavioral analyst helped with that.

“Thanks,” I say nonchalantly and pay for the decorations. I leave quickly then head to the grocery store to get some cookies for the class.

Eventually, it’s time to head to the school for the party. I’m one of the first parents there.

“Dr. Reid,” Y/n smiles and takes the box of cookies I bought. “You are just a helpful man, huh?”

I grin softly. “I do the best I can.”

“Nice tie,” she looks up at me, taking my pink tie in her hand. I resist the urge to tell her to pool me down by it then kiss her right then and there. Good thing I’m a professional at self control now.

“Thank you,” I chuckle slightly.

Eventually, all the parents that could make it are here and we start helping the kids decorate their card boxes.

Atlas and I made cards last night for all his classmates. We put little heart shaped suckers into the animal themed Valentine’s Day cards.

It takes nearly two hours for all the kids to finish decorating their boxes, the classroom is a mess of paper, glitter glue, felt hearts, and more. The kids go around, slipping their cards into everyone’s boxes.

Atlas seems to be having a good time. He decorated his box as neatly as he could. He’s very particular about things.

Eventually, the kids clean up a little bit and school is let out. The parents say goodbye to Ms. Y/n and the other parents, and it’s just me, Atlas, and Y/n in here.

“The parties always make my room a wreck,” she laughs softly, brushing her hair out of her face.

“We can help clean up,” I say.

“You don’t have to do that. I’ve got this,” she assures me.

“Hmm. Nope. I think we’re going to help. Aren’t we, Atlas?”

My son nods. “Mhm.”

Y/n chuckles, shaking her head. God, I’ve got to stop staring at her.

“Fine, but no complaining since you wanted this, Dr. Reid,” she points an accusing finger at me.

I raise my hands in the air innocently. “Yes ma’am.”

Atlas and I help her clean up for at least half an hour. Kids are messy.

“Thank you so much,” Y/n sighs, tossing her hair out of her face. “You’re an angel.”

Little does she know she looks like an angel, and I’d like her to show me heaven for a night.

I blush, and look down at my shoes. “I’m always happy to help.”

“Atlas did you have fun?” She asks.

“Yes ma’am,” he nods, a slight smile on his face. He’s holding his decorated box.

She smiles at him. “Good!” Then she turns her attention back to me. “I have something for you.”

“For me?” I raise my eyebrows.

“Mhm. But you’re not allowed to look at it until you get home.”

“Well, now I’m intrigued,” I chuckle.

“No cheating, doc.” She grabs something from her desk then slips it into my front pocket.

I can’t help but notice the smell of her hair and tingle at her touch, even if it was through clothes. It’s been way too long since I’ve been touched. Lily was the last person I even kissed.

And as much as I want to pull Y/n into me right now, I have a promise to keep. A promise to myself and to my son.

“Do not open it until you’re home,” she says again, stern voiced.

“Okay, okay,” I laugh softly.

She grins up at me. “Drive safe.”

“You too. Are you leaving right now, we can walk you out?”

“No, I’ve got to do some lesson planning. But thank you for the offer,” Y/n says sweetly.

Atlas and I make it home about fifteen minutes later, and he sits down on the couch with a book.

“What are you thinking for dinner, bud?” I ask him, looking in the fridge for what I could cook later.

“Spaghetti,” he tells me. “What did the note say?”

“Note?” I know what he’s talking about, but for some reason I feel the need for him to clarify.

“From Ms. Y/n.”

“I haven’t read it yet,” I tell him.

“She said to open it when you get home. We’re home.”

I laugh a little. He’s a very straight forward young man.

“I’ll open later, buddy,” I say, looking over at him sitting on the couch. Well, I look at the back of his head.

I take the beef out of the freezer for it to thaw then join my son on the couch. The note in my pocket is burning a hole through the fabric of my pants. I’m pretty certain I have an idea of what it says, and I’m not ready to reject her.

After dinner, while Atlas is in the shower - he showers on his own, but keeps the door open so I can hear if he needs me - I take the note out of my pocket. I unfold it and my heart both flutters and drops at the same time.

It doesn’t take me long to decipher the “code” of the note. She wrote the words “Will you go on a date with me?” using elements from the period table and only putting their atomic mass. She’s definitely using my love for chemistry to win me over.

It’s the cheesiest, most nerdy Valentine’s Day card I’ve ever seen. I would absolutely love it if six years ago I didn’t swear off relationships and dating. I do absolutely love it actually, but I can’t agree to what it asks.

As much as I want to ignore it and pretend like she didn’t ask me this question, I know I have to let her down sooner than later. It’s the gentlemanly thing to do.

After I get Atlas to bed and I’m in my pjs, I call her. My stomach is knotted tightly. I hate myself for this.

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“Spencer, hey!” I answer the phone once I see his contact pop up on my screen. “You must’ve read the note.”

“I did,” he admits, but the tone in his voice makes me want to figure out a way to take the note back through the screen.

“And?” I question, my intestines tying themselves in knots.

He sighs. Shit. “Y/n… I- I can’t.”

“Right,” I laugh awkwardly. “You know, just- uh forget I asked. Which I guess technically I didn’t ask, the note did.” More awkward laughs spill out of me. “Anyway…”

“It’s not as if I don’t want to. I just can’t. I hope you understand?”

“Yeah, no, sure. Totally,” I ramble. Oh my God what am I saying? “It’s all good.”

“I’m sorry,” he says, and it makes me want to slam my head into the headboard behind me.

“No!” I practically yell into his ear. “No worries. It’s okay.”

“Okay…”

“It’s getting late, huh? I should probably go to bed. Goodnight.” I hang up before he can even get the ‘G’ sound out in response.

Embarrassing. As. Fuck.

How the hell am I going to see him again and not melt into a puddle of humiliation right in the spot?

And what the fuck does he mean by he ‘can’t’? He said it’s not that he doesn’t want to. So he wants to, but he can’t? What does he have a girlfriend I don’t know about? I feel like I would know if he did.

In my head, before I have him the note, this went a lot better. He got home and read it then called me right away with a date and a time he’d pick me up. I’d wear a pretty dress, one that I haven’t been able to wear in forever because I haven’t had an occasion to do so. He would wear a suit like he was the first time I met him. We’d both agree to not have sex because it’s too soon, but he’d kiss me at the doorstep, maybe for a little too long.

But movies, books, and tv are fucking liars because instead of that, I got a “I can’t.” What the hell kind of story is this?

I lean back into my bed and let out a dramatic sigh. I shouldn’t have asked him out. We could’ve just stayed friends.

I just thought I wasn’t alone in the attraction. I thought he felt something too. Apparently I am really bad at reading people. Good think he’s the profiler, and I’m not.

But hey, if I ruined our friendship at least it wasn’t a long standing one. We’ve only been friends for almost two months.

Still, I’ll be sad to see him go. He’s nice to talk to. He’s smart, intimidatingly so, and he’s the most gentlemanly person I’ve ever met. Every time we talk, he asks how I’m doing, and I know it’s not just a formality, he genuinely cares. And hell, he’s not a bad sight to look at. Okay, he’s a very pleasing sight to look at.

Maybe I was mistaking friendly feelings for the romantic kind, but we’ve been flirting for at least a month, so I thought we shared a mutual liking/attraction to each other.

Perhaps he’s the type to flirt with people and it mean nothing. Maybe he’s just one of those guys who’s friendly and accidentally flirts. I may never know because the only time I’ve seen him interact with other women was in the classroom, and he obviously wasn’t flirting with the moms.

But in order to not lose our friendship, I can pretend like I wasn’t embarrassed out of my mind as long as he can pretend I never asked him out. It can just be something we sweep under the rug and leave there to suffocate.

The next few weeks are still awkward, but Spencer and I still talk, well text. Written communication is much less confrontational than verbal.

Spencer: Do you want to grab lunch on Saturday? I need to talk to you.

Oh fuck, here we go. The awkward “You’ve ruined our friendship, and it’s not the same anymore” talk. I know this one all too well because my I had to have it with one of my old best friends.

We were friends for years and years, then out of the blue, he kissed me. Honestly, I always thought he was gay because he never had a girlfriend, but apparently it was because he liked me - or was in love with me as he claimed.

But we were best friends, and I couldn’t see him as anything else. He made a point to not talk to me after I rejected his kiss, and if we did talk, it was full of short, choppy sentences on his end.

Eventually, I had to give him the aforementioned talk. It was painful for both sides.

And now I feel it coming from Spencer.

Good thing Spring Break is now approaching, and I won’t have to face him or Atlas for a whole week, not that any of this has to do with Atlas.

“Y/n,” Spencer starts. His sitting across from me at the cafe we chose to have lunch at. He looks amazing in the sweater he’s wearing, and I really wish I could put a bag over his head so I couldn’t see him; but then again I’d still see his body and his body is just as pretty as his face.

“Spencer,” I say awkwardly, trying to force out a little laugh.

He starts to talk at the same time I’m trying to say something else.

“Go ahead,” he says. Always the gentleman.

“No, you go,” I insist. “You said we need to talk, so you can talk.”

He sighs softly, some of his hair blowing back from the air. “I’m sorry.”

This time I do laugh a little. “You’re sorry? Sorry for what?”

“I’m sorry I made this so weird.”

“You made this weird? I’m the one who asked you out. If anyone made it weird, it’s me,” I say with another chuckle.

This time he joins me in the soft laugh. Spencer shakes his head. “No, no. You didn’t. I just didn’t know how to handle things after that. It’s on me for being immature about it.”

Stop making me fall for you, you asshat. “It’s not big deal. Really,” I say with an assuring smile.

He smiles back, and I’m pretty sure I could be blinded by that pretty of a sight. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I nod. “We can just pretend it never happened. I would say forget, but one of us has an eidetic memory.”

Spencer grins, rolling his eyes. “Well, that one sounds like a real pain in the ass.”

“He is,” I chuckle.

We’re back. I think.

He laughed too, and for a minute, we hold eye contact. Something in those hazel eyes tells me he wasn’t lying when he said “It’s not as if I don’t want to.” Because if I know men at all, and I’m pretty sure I do at least a little bit, it looks like Spencer definitely wants to go on that date, maybe more than that. His eyes rake down to my v neck of my top.

“Anyway,” I say with an awkward chuckle, breaking whatever the hell just happened between us. “How’s your sabbatical been?”

Spencer’s eyes snap back up to mine. “It’s been great. It’s really nice to get to be with Atlas, but I am ready to go back to work next week.”

“Next week already? Wow, time is flying by.”

“Yes, yes it is,” he nods. “Before we know it, the school year will be over”

“Oh God, don’t say that,” I laugh softly.

“I’m not ready for Atlas to be in grade school. How is he getting so old?” Spencer says, shaking his head with disbelief.

“It’s crazy how years go by so fast,” I agree. “I’m not ready to not have him in class. You didn’t hear this, but he’s my favorite.”

Spencer grins. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

—————

So I am a fucking dumbass. That’s the conclusion i’ve made after 40 years of being considered a genius.

I’m a dumbass because six years ago I made a promise, and now I want to break it. No, I crave to break it.

This woman is making me crazy. She’s consuming my mind, and the only way to not think about her is to distract myself with something else.

Which means it’s a good thing I’m back at work now. I’m on the jet, flying to Missouri and sitting next to Emily and Luke. I’m staring out the window and thinking about two things: Atlas and Y/n. Which seems to be my entire mind lately.

Atlas is at school, and Florence, his nanny, will he picking him up and taking care of him until I get home. I trust her, have for years, but every time I’m not there, I worry my mind off. Hell, I worry my mind off when I am there.

And then there’s Y/n. Y/n who every time I see, I want to grab her face in my hands and press my lips to hers. Y/n who I’d be willing to risked getting shamed upon for being with my son’s teacher just to be with her. Y/n who I can’t have because I can’t have anyone.

Maybe my promise was a good thing because I sure as hell don’t deserve her. She’s too good for me. In every way.

Maybe Lily was right to leave me. Maybe I’m too much or not enough. Y/n deserves better than what I could give her.

“You okay over there, kid?” Luke asks, eyebrows furrowed as he looks at me.

I glance over at him and nod. It’s a little funny how they still call me kid when I have my own child. That’s beside the point though.

“You sure? You look like you’re contemplating existence.”

“Maybe I am,” I shrug with a short laugh.

He looks at me even more worried.

“I was kidding, Luke.”

“But something’s up. I can tell,” he says.

“It’s not a big deal. I’ll get over it.”

“If it’s got you looking like this, then it is a big deal,” Emily chimes in.

I look over to my right, giving her a thin lipped smile. “It’s nothing.”

“You’re such a liar.”

“Fine,” I groan. “It’s… a woman.”

“Oh my God. The good doctor has lady problems?” Luke laughs.

“And that’s why I was being quiet,” I roll my eyes.

“Ignore him, go on,” JJ says.

The entire jet is now interested in my issues. Great.

I take an exasperated breath. “I like this woman… really like her…”

“That doesn’t seem like an issue,” Emily says questioningly.

“Unless she doesn’t like you back?” Luke asks.

“Well, she asked me out,” I inform them.

JJ raised her brows. “Yeah, I’m really not seeing the problem here. The girl you like asked you out. Isn’t that a good thing?”

This does probably sound stupid. They don’t know the reason why I haven’t dated anyone since Lily. In fact, I don’t think they know the real reason why Lily and I broke up. Im sure they figured it out though.

Morgan knew. And it’s times like these where I wish I still saw him every day because I think he would understand what I’m trying to say right now.

“Because I can’t be with anyone.”

“What does that mean?” Rossi asks.

“I can’t date anyone. It’s just… I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Because of Atlas?” JJ asks softly. “Because I know he’s young, but he’s mature. I think he would understand if you started dating someone. He’d understand that she isn’t his mom, but you care for her.”

JJ’s a mother. She gets this. Part of it at least.

“I can’t bring someone into his life that may not be there permanently,” I say in a low voice. “I don’t want him to be sad because I brought someone into his life that isn’t going to be there forever. He’s different. He doesn’t process things the way other people do.

I can tell by the way they’re looking at me that they know I’m not just talking about Atlas; I’m talking about myself. I let someone in that isn’t here to stay. I’m not sure if I can handle someone leaving again. Not after there’s been so many: my dad, Elle, Gideon, Emily more than once, and then Lily.

I hate the looks of sympathy my friends/coworkers are giving me. I want to hide away and push this out of my mind.

“Spencer,” Tara says gently. “You can’t not allow yourself to be happy just because there’s a chance at potential heartbreak. That’s just how life works. We let people in, and they either stay a part of our lives or they don’t. And nine times out of ten, when they don’t it’s a good thing.”

“Are those real statistics or guesses?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Spencer!” Emily rolls her eyes, but laughs a little.

“Sorry,” I chuckle. “Okay. Can we stop talking about my thing now? Let’s change the subject.”

“If you promise to think about it.”

“Think about what?” I ask.

“Letting her in. Giving it a chance,” Tara tells me.

I nod my head that’s that. We change the topic.

—————

It’s Spring Break, and Spencer and I haven’t talked in a week and a half. I’m not sure what’s up with him, but I don’t want to brother him in case he’s working.

So instead, I occupy my time with books, friends, and iced coffee. The usual, really.

I wish I knew what went on inside Spencer’s mind. At least about me. His words say one thing but his eyes say another.

He says he can’t and that we’re just friends, but when he thinks I’m not paying attention, I catch him looking at me for a little too long. I catch his eyes raking down my body. With any other man I’d be a little offended, but I want him to undress me with his eyes. I want him to picture me without my pretty blouses and cute pants. I want him to enjoy the thought.

I’m starting to think about him way too much. Maybe I’m touched starved or suffering from attention deprivation, but I want him even more now than I did before.

But I don’t just want him for his looks or for his sex appeal. I want him for him. Because he’s a great person, and I think he’d make an excellent boyfriend.

But maybe he doesn’t want a girlfriend. Maybe he just wants to stay single or focus on Atlas, which is totally understandable. Or maybe he’s had a bad history with relationships; I may not be a profiler like him, but I kind of sense some relationship baggage. And then there’s the possibility that he just doesn’t like me, but (not to sound cocky) I doubt it.

Maybe I should just quit pining over him. Men with emotional baggage aren’t exactly the best in relationships. They’re projectors. I don’t think Spencer would be this way, but I don’t really know do I?

The much needed week off is way too short, and I’m back in the classroom with the kiddos. After math and science, I let them tell me and each other what they did over the break.

Atlas says his daddy was gone to work, but he seems happy when the kids say his dad being an FBI agent is really cool.

Speaking of his dad, I wonder how he’s doing or if he’s back home. We haven’t texted in a while, and I’m starting to feel like I’ve done something wrong. I decide to text him to see what’s up.

—————

Y/n’s name and number pop up on my phone screen, and I can’t help but smile a little. I’ve missed her.

Y/n: Hey, what’s up?

Spencer: Just waiting for school to get out. I got home late yesterday, so Atlas was already in bed.

Y/n: Awh I’m sorry. I’m sure he’s excited to see you. And this is going to sound a little silly but I almost thought you ghosted me.

Ghosting: When a person cuts off all communication with their friends or the person they're dating, with zero warning or notice before hand.

I know this slang term from being around the younger generations so much on cases.

A ping of guilt jabs me in the chest. She thought I was blowing her off. I find myself not wanting her to feel any type of sadness ever again.

Spencer: What? No, of course not. I’ve just been busy.

Y/n: If you want to get together to catch up, I’m free this weekend?

Spencer: I don’t think I can this weekend. I’m taking Atlas to the zoo. He likes animals.

I realize it may sound like I’m blowing her off.

Spencer: Next weekend may work for me though. If the offer still stands?

Y/n: See you next weekend:)

I smile to myself.

I haven’t been that busy. Well, I have but not too busy to not text. The truth is, I’ve been avoiding her a little. I still don’t know what to do about the promise and me liking her, so I’ve been pushing her aside. I feel bad, really bad, but I don’t know what else to do.

For all I know, she’s probably lost interest in me by now. I turned her down, and I know some people are able to move on really fast after that. What if she’s already seeing someone else?

Now, a ping of jealousy jabs at my chest.

God, I’m a mess.

“So how was work?” Y/n asks me, a friendly smile on her face. A smile I have grown to adore.

“It was good. This case took a little longer than expected, but overall it was successful,” I inform her.

She nods, taking a sip from her coffee.

“How was your work?” I ask.

“It’s been good. The kids are progressing, some more than others, but that’s how it always is,” she says.

Just as I’m about to say something else, she says, “I think the school is talking about moving Atlas up to second grade next year, but you didn’t hear that from me. They’re planning to call you and see what your thoughts are.”

“Really?” I grin softly. “Wow. I mean he’s already younger than the kids in his class, but I suppose that’s a hypocritical reason for me to say no. I was 12 when I graduated.”

“High school?” Her pretty eyes widen at me.

I can’t help but chuckle. “Mhm.”

“Damn, Spencer. I knew you were brilliant, but damn. That’s five years younger than I was. Five whole years,” she laughs with disbelief.

I blush, enjoying the slight praise she’s giving me.

The lunch goes on, and the two of us talk about whatever our words lead to next.

“Hey, Atlas,” I call for my son then pat the couch cushion next to me. “Come here.”

He puts his action figure down and joins me on the couch.

“I have to ask you something.”

“What?” He looks up at me curiously.

“So you know how I told you promises are meant to be kept?”

He nods, looking at me as if to ask “Where is this going, Dad?”

“So Daddy made a promise a while ago, and I’m not sure if I should still keep it.”

“It depends on the promise,” he says. Not what I was expecting. “Would breaking it hurt anyone?”

“Not physically, but there’s a potential that it might emotionally later down the road,” I tell him.

Atlas ponders on that.

“But it may not. And it may make me very happy.”

“If it makes you happy, then I think it’s okay. But I don’t know, you did promise.”

Exactly where I’m at on this situation, kid.

“What if I did a trial run, huh?” I ask. “I break the promise just for a little bit, and if it goes well, the promise is long forgotten.”

“But, Daddy you said you don’t forget anything.”

“Metaphorically forgotten,” I correct myself.

He nods. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

Atlas nods again. “What was the promise?”

“How about I tell you if it’s metaphorically forgotten?”

He furrows his eyebrows. “Fine. Can I go read now?”

“Yep,” I nod and ruffle his wavy hair.

I’m going to talk to her soon. I’m going to break, well, bend the promise. If things go smoothly, then it’s broken for good. But if not, then I’ll put a bandaid on that damn promise and never bend it again.

That’s a lot of pressure.

Good thing Easter is coming up. Y/n isn’t having a full easter party for the kids and parents, but I know she’s doing something for just the kids. So I have a plan.

—————

I’m done with this shit. I know there’s something between us, and he can’t deny it anymore. He can turn me down again, but he can’t say there isn’t some type of spark going through the both of us.

Text time I see him, I’m going to tell him to quit being a child and start owning up to it. It just may be a little difficult to be stern when he’s so goddamn pretty.

There’s a knock on my classroom door just as I’m packing up to leave. I just cleaned the room since Easter eggs and plastic grass was scattered across the floor.

I open the door. Spencer. Well, maybe this is my time.

“Hey,” he says with a soft grin.

“Hey, where’s Atlas?” I ask.

“I just dropped him off for a play date with Henry and Michael…. we need to talk.”

“Yes we do,” I say. I decide to go for it. “Me first. Spencer, you can’t keep pretending that there isn’t something between us,” I gesture from me to him and back to me with my pointer finger. “You can reject me all you want, but I know the truth. I like you. I want you. And I know you feel something like that too, so can you please just for one minute stop with the ‘I can’ts’ and ‘We’re just friends’ bullshit, because that’s what it is. Bullshit. And I know you’ve probably been through something that’s made you this way, but it’s okay to let people in. Actually in life, we kind of all have to suck it up and let people in.”

He laughs softly. Actually laughs. My face turns beat red, and I’m both embarrassed and angry. This isn’t funny.

“Are you done?” He asks, and I kind of want to strangle him for that.

“Excuse me?”

“I mean,” Spencer chuckles, licking his lips. “Is that all? Because what I’m about to do has to do with what you just said, but I don’t want to cut you off.”

For a moment, I think he’s going to kiss me, but instead he hands me something.

“What the hell am I supposed to do with an Easter egg, Spencer? Do you know how many of these I’ve cleaned up today.”

He chuckles again, running a hand through his hair. “Open it.”

Expecting to find chocolate, I open the pink and yellow egg. There’s a folded up piece of paper. I unfold it, and a grin grows on my face when I read it. I shake my head, laughing softly.

The note reads:

Yes, I will go on a date with you.

And there’s a drawn on Easter bunny to the side of the sentence. He definitely drew it himself.

“You know,” he says, “if the offer still stands.”

I fight the urge to scream “Yes!” in his face. “I don’t know. Usually response times take less than an hour. This one took two months.”

Spencer’s face turns red, and he chuckles nervously. “Do I not get a grace period?”

“I suppose,” I say dramatically. “Only because you’re so cute.”

The red of his face deepens. “Oh yeah?”

Butterflies. Everywhere.

“Mhm. Now ignore what I said earlier because I’m a little embarrassed.”

Spencer grins. “Hmm no. It was kind of hot.”

I walk up to him, my arms resting on top of his shoulders. “Oh?”

“Mhm. Badass,” he nods, smiling down at me.

I stare up at him, my breath getting caught in my throat when I see him lean down closer to me. His face is not even an inch away from mine. He’s still hesitant, still anxious.

It’s me who closes the gap between our lips. I may have been the one to kiss him first, but he takes the lead. His lips are crashing into mine as if he’s been waiting for a long time to do this. I know I have. His hands are cupping the sides of my face, and I feel like he’s devouring me, but I like it. I like how hungry he is. I like being craved.

We don’t even care if a custodian or the principal comes in right now, all we care about is this kiss, is each other. Lips, teeth, and tongue collide together, and my heart is skipping so many beats I might go into cardiac arrest.

I’m the one to pull away too. I look up at him, and his eyes stay closed briefly until he meets my gaze with a smile.

“I’ve wanted this since we met,” I whisper, licking my lips, tasting him.

“Me too.” His words are just as soft as mine.

Spencer is backing me toward my room, but he doesn’t stop kissing me. His hands unbutton my blouse as we move. We finally make it to my bedroom, and neither of us care to shut the door. I live alone, so it doesn’t matter.

We’ve been dating for nearly two months now, and we haven’t had sex yet, not for any particular reason just that we haven’t had the opportunity to. But tonight, with Atlas with his friends and summer break having just started… well, here we are.

The rest of our clothes come off in between kisses and touches. We’re eager, craving each other.

Spencer sits down, watching me take off my panties and kick them to the side. I grip onto his shoulders and swing my leg over him, straddling his lap. Our mouths find each other again, like they’re finding their way home.

The touching and teasing from both parts gets to be too much after a while of his fingers crazy the bundle of nerves inbetween my legs and my hands playing with his length.

Soon enough, he’s slipping on a condom, and I’m lowering myself onto him. We both let out moans as he enters me.

I bite my lip, trying to be quiet. It’s been too long since either of us have done this.

Spencer grabs my chin gently and forces my teeth to release my lip from its confinement.

“Don’t hold back. I want to hear you,” he says, his voice so low and raspy that my already pulsing core gets butterflies.

I begin rocking my hips back and forth slowly, and his hands caress my body wherever they feel fit. Both of our sounds are filling the apartment, and we don’t even care if we’re disturbing my neighbors.

After a while of slow movements, Spencer decides to take control. He pulls me close to him, my chest right in his face, his arm wrapped around my back. His other arm leans behind him, stabilizing the both of us. He bucks his hips up quickly and harsh, making my moans grow louder. Spencer‘s mouth takes hold of my nipple, and the sensation is amazing.

My hands roam his back, nails scratching down it.

“Shit, Y/n…” he says breathlessly. “I’m about to come.”

I whine, tugging at his hair. “Me too.”

The two of us finish, one right after the other. After we’re all cleaned up, and our breaths are mostly caught, we lay down in my bed. Spencer’s head rests on my tits, and my nails scratch his back, this time lightly.

“That was amazing, beautiful,” he says with a smile I can’t quite see but I can feel.

I grin, blowing my sweat-laced hair out of my eye. “It was incredible.”

—————

In the morning, Y/n touches my face gently. “The five o’clock shadow you have going on right now is so sexy.”

I blush, a grin plastered on my face. “You in nothing but a t shirt is so sexy.”

Y/n smiles and rolls her eyes.

I spent decades building up these walls, and it only took her a few months to get through them. For six years, I was so scared of being hurt again that I almost missed out on this. I’ve learned that healing isn’t not getting hurt again, healing his knowing that you may get hurt again and still allowing yourself to live a happy life. It’s accepting what happened to you, and not forgetting but forgiving whatever self-blame you hold in your heart.

I’m on the healing journey, and Atlas is too even if he doesn’t know it, and I’m glad Y/n is here with us. I’m glad I was able to break the vow I took years ago. I guess some promises are better off broken.

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Chapter Fourteen

After filming today, you and Matthew are going to hang out. And you're so looking forward to it!

Delilah rests her head on Spencer's chest as they watched tv on the couch. It's the weekend, Delilah took a day off and Spencer wasn't called in for a case. Instead of going on a date, the two decided to stay in and just enjoy each other's company.

Delilah pushed herself off of Spencer with her hand on his chest. She sat back on her knees staring down at him.

"What?" Spencer asks, looking up to her.

"You're so pretty," she says.

"Thank you?" He furrows his brows with a smile.

"You're very welcome,” Delilah grins proudly.

"Come here, beautiful." He says, opening his arms back for her to lay back down. She obliges, laying her head on Spencer's chest after giving him a soft kiss on his mouth.

____

You go home before anyone else since you don't have anymore scenes for the day. You stop by Dunkin to get a coffee, and sadly see that Jess is off today. You head back to your apartment.

When you get home, you plop down on the couch dreading the night ahead of you. It's around 4 o'clock in the afternoon when you get a text from Matthew saying he can't wait for tonight. The text is paired with two emojis, a smile and the eggplant. He’s so fucking weird.

You hang out around the apartment, watching tv, snacking a bit, and cleaning up, until around 6 when you decide to take a shower. You press play on your favorite playlist which consists of 90s R&B, modern day sad shit, and some random other songs.

You step into the shower, letting the water soak you. You wash your hair and body, shave a bit, wash your face, and step out to moisturize. While still wrapped in the towel, you apply product to your hair, scrunch it, and tie in up in a wrap.

Time to pick out an outfit. You slip on a pair of light blue underwear and a white bra, you couldn't find the matching set and quite frankly don’t care. No one will be seeing what’s underneath your clothes tonight anyway.

You rummage through your closet, searching for something decent to wear. You don't really know what you're doing for this "hanging out" shit, but you know you should probably dress... not in sweats. You grab a pair of black jeans from your dresser, a white t shirt with a floral design at the neckline, and a loose fitting bomber jacket. Just before doing your makeup, you slip into the jeans. You apply a light makeup look and take your hair out of the wrap, the light curls fall down nicely. You get dressed in the rest of your clothes and slip into a pair of white converse.

Matthew shows up not long after with a knock on your apartment door. "Ready for our date?" he leans against the door frame, almost stumbling over.

You roll your eyes. "Not a date." You grab your cross-body purse, and head out the door, not waiting for him.

"Definitely a date,” he says confidently.

"Not a date," you turn around, pointing your finger at him.

He puts his hands up in surrender, and the two of you head down to the parking lot. He opens the door for you, and you get into the passenger's seat.

"Well that was nice.”

"Yes. Spencer seems to be much nicer than I am,” Matthew winks while starting up the car.

"So where are we going?" You say when you get into the night traffic of Los Angeles.

"That’s a surprise.”

You look over to him. "Where?"

"Just to a little restaurant then we're going to watch a movie,” he tells you.

"What movie?"

"Damn can't you let anything be on the whim?"

"No,” you say frankly.

"Uptight," Matthew says under his breath.

"Say that again, and you won't have a tongue to say anything else."

"Feisty,” he says with a grin in your direction.

You watch his hands turn the steering wheel and turn into the parking lot of a small Japanese restaurant. You get out and follow him into the building.

He decides to sit at the bar, which you are perfectly fine with because you might need a strong one to get through the night.

Only a few other people are in the building, which is kind of good and kind of not good in case he makes you mad.

His knee brushes yours as he swivels in the high chair like a child. You order a water and try to decide what you want to eat. Since everything else seems kind of new and strange, you decide on vegetarian sushi. Matthew gets some dish that looks kind of good and off-putting at the same time.

"You two are a cute couple," the handsome japanese man behind the bar says to the two of you.

"O, we're not couple,” you tell him.

"Yes we are," Matthew says to the man.

"No we're not," you glare at him.

"Delilah and Spencer.”

"We're a couple," you turn to the man with an agitated smile.

"That's the spirit," Matthew grabs your hand.

"You're pushing it, Gubler,” you say through a gritted smile.

The two of you eat in silence for most of the dinner. You laugh as Matthew tries to eat with chopsticks.

"Okay! Let's go," Matthew hops out of his seat and offers his hand out to you. He'd paid the bill already.

You don't take his hand but get down from your chair. He walks out of the building, you trail behind.

The movie theater isn't too far away. When you get there, he asks the lady outside for two tickets to a movie you've never heard of.

"What's the movie about?”

"I don't know,” Matthew shrugs.

"You don't know?"

"C'mon, Delilah. Maybe it'll be good,” he grins softly.

You press your lips together with a sigh and follow him into the theater.

As the movie unfolds, you're face goes from expression to expression, mostly confusion and disgust.

Finally, the credits roll in, and Matthew looks down at you. "Let's go," he has a big smile on his face.

"What the fuck was that?" You ask, your eyebrows still knit with confusion. He laughs when you're on your way back to his car.

"I'm so confused! Were they aliens?” You ask again.

He laughs again, "I don't even know."

You chuckle. "I knew I should've picked out the movie."

"Yeah probably. I'm surprised you sat through that whole thing,” he says.

The two of you laugh as you get back into his car. He drives back to your apartment with music playing.

"You know that wasn't half bad," you admit at your door.

"The movie definitely was,” Matthew objects.

"Yes, yes it was," you chuckle.

"Goodnight, Y/n.”

You pull his head down to you and press your lips to his. When the kiss is over, he looks at you with wide eyes and a little smile.

"Goodnight, Gubler."

With that, he leaves down the hall, and you shut your apartment door. What. Just. Happened.

You just- why did you do that?

You plop down on your couch after taking off your jacket. You see you have a missed call and a message from Jordan.

"Hey, Y/n. I'm at your door. Surprise date!!"

Shit. What have you done?

——

"What the fuck did I do?” You pace back and forth in your apartment.

"I'm here! I'm here!" Your friend walks into your apartment.

"Oh thank God, Jess!!" You close the door quickly.

"What's wrong?"

"It's official. I'm a whore."

She bursts out with a laugh. "What?"

"So you know how I said the lake trip wasn't horrible, and how Matthew was alright for the most part. Well, we made out. On his bed. While I straddled him. And I'm like freaking out again because we hung out today for our job like I told you about. Anyway, I kissed him. I fucking kissed him before he left. Then I read this text from Jordan and I'm like what is wrong with me…”

"Y/n, slow down. You're talking faster than the Chipmunks,” she exclaims.

You take a breath. "Right. Sorry."

"Okay so you two made out?” Jess asks, her eyebrows raised.

You nod your head harshly.

"Then you kissed him tonight?"

You nod your head again, hating this clarifying questions.

"And the text from Jordan was?”

"He was being sweet. He wanted to take me on a surprise date."

"You hate surprises,” she says.

"I do, but it's the thought that counts."

Jess releases a chuckle. "So what are you going to do?"

"That's why I called you,” you tell her.

"Y/n, you're 33 years old. Be a big girl and break up with Jordan. I can tell you don't like him."

You sigh. "He's a really nice guy."

"But…”

"But he's too... I don't know. Not for me I guess,” you tell her.

"There ya go."

"I'll break up with him. Tomorrow,” you say.

"You go girl! Dump some ass!"

"Oh my god, don't say it like that!" Your palm meets your face.

She laughs again, and makes her way to your fridge.

____

Today's the day. You're going to do it. You're going to dump Jordan. How hard can this be? You haven't been together that long, and things haven’t been serious.

"Hey. I need to talk to you. Meet me at the cafe on Melrose." You press send with a sigh.

"Great! See you then:)"

Oh no.

You get ready in ripped jeans, a black crop top that kind of makes you think too hard about the pudge on your tummy, but it's the fit that matters, and a flannel over it. You slip on your white sneakers, grab your bag, and head out of your apartment.

"Hey, Y/n!" He gives you a hug and a kiss on the lips.

"Jordan, hey,” you say awkwardly.

"You needed to talk to me?"

"Yes I do... I don't think we should see each other any more.”

"What?"

"It's just not working out for me. You're a great guy, it's just- Are you crying?"

"No,” he says defensively.

"Your eyes are tearing up,” you say with raised eyebrows.

"I'm not crying."

"We were together a month.”

"I thought things were going good,” Jordan says.

"I'm sorry. I just don't want to be in a relationship I'm not invested in. You deserve better than that."

"Okay," he sighs, nodding.

"Goodbye, Jordan." You put your hand on his shoulder after you stand up.

"Bye, Y/n. And tell him."

"Hmm?"

"Tell him. There's someone else. I can tell."

You shake your head, then turn and walk out of the cafe. You make your way to set.

You rush to hair and makeup, knowing you're running behind. They straighten your hair and put on your usual Delilah makeup look.

You change into black jeans with a belt buckle showing through a mostly tucked in blouse underneath a loose fitting grey blazer jacket. You're wearing black heeled boots.

There's a few scenes to film today, a few including you.

mature content warning

____

"Marc is going to be watching over you guys for a while. If you have any questions, ask him or call me if it's an emergency." Delilah grabs her bag, and heads out of her building.

She drives her way to the Behavioral Analysis Unit where her boyfriend Spencer works. They've officially been calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend, and it feels so good to say the word even if labels don't really mean that much.

She reaches the floor, seeing everyone in the bullpen. Spencer said he'd just gotten home from a case a few hours ago and was doing paperwork. Delilah knew how fast he was at reading, so she figured he'd be done by now.

"What are you doing here?" He rises from his desk with a smile.

"You've been to my work, so I figured I'd visit you at yours." She'd had permission of course to be let up to the BAU's floor.

He wraps his arms around her. "Well, I appreciate it."

She gives him a kiss on the cheek. "Of course."

"Give me one moment, and I'll be able to leave."

Delilah nods her head. She waits for Spencer to return from his bosses office as she stands sort of awkwardly at his desk.

"So you're the girl that's been making genius smile all the damn time." Delilah turns around to see a muscular hispanic man. "I swear he's like a freaking puppy."

Delilah chuckles. "I'm Delilah." She shakes his hand.

"You're the girl from the case a few months ago!"

A thin blonde haired girl elbows the asian man in the side. "Nice to formally meet you, Delilah."

She smiles at them. "Nice to meet you guys again, under better circumstances."

Spencer comes back into the bullpen, and goes to Delilah's side.

"I knew there was someone ha!" JJ says.

"Yeah, yeah. You caught me." He smiles down at his girlfriend. "You ready to go?"

"No, stay. Talk a bit. Tell us secrets," the attractive male agent jokes.

Delilah gives them a wave goodbye, and Spencer leads her to the elevator.

___

"How's it going?"

"Well I just broke up with my boyfriend, so… fine actually.”

"I forgot you had a boyfriend," Matthew says bluntly.

"So did I apparently," you admit.

He laughs. "Wow."

"Hey, about last night..."

"I know. You didn't mean it,” he nods.

"I don't know,” you say, voice soft.

"What do you mean?”

"I don't know. I mean I literally can't stand you half the time, but for some reason it felt right."

"Thank you?" His eyebrows stitch together.

You chuckle a sigh, running your hand through your hair. "It's been one confusing week."

Matthew steps closer to you. "You could say that."

You stand there. Unable to move or say anything. You feel like you could reach your hand out and feel the tension.

He takes another step closer, his eyes appearing darker. “Can I?"

You nod your head, chest feeling heavy. His hands cup your cheeks. Your eyes meet his light brown ones for a second before his mouth comes down on yours. It's gentle at first, but as your mouths move as one the heat burns up.

Soon enough, you're taking off his shirt as he unbuckles the belt on your waist. He breaks the kiss once more to remove the blouse from your body after the jacket comes off. You raise your arms, allowing him to pull the shirt up.

Matthew presses you up against the door of your trailer. One hand is on your waist, the other behind your neck, tangled in your hair. You reach behind you and lock the door. You move your hands to his hair, twirling his curls in your fingers as your lips and tongues move together in a burning sensation.

You shove him off of you and glare up at him. "Sit down."

He gives you a confused look, lips kiss-swollen.

"Sit."

He obliges with a sarcastic "Yes ma'am."

"If we're going to do this, I'm in charge,” you command.

He looks up at you with a look that can only mean he's turned on. You get on your knees in front of him. He's leaning against the couch, lying in wait of what you're going to do. You pull at his boxers, and he leans up, letting you take them off.

Before he can even make a sound, you're mouth is on his growing bulge. You hear Matthew take in a ragged breath. You bob your head, and after a moment, you stop. Completely stop with no explanation.

"You're evil," he says, breathing heavy.

You grin faintly, and hand him a condom you got from the drawer in your trailer.

You take your black underwear off and straddle his lap. You'll definitely regret this later, but for now it's just you and him. You come down on him, moving your hips back and forth gently and pacing up and down at the same time.

He throws his head back, his hands digging into your hips. The moment is kind of sloppy and fast, you don’t even kiss as you fuck him. After a while, your nails scratch at his shoulders as you finish.

You get off of him, and grab your clothes. You head to the bathroom, clean yourself off, and get dressed again. Your hair is a mess. After wiping under your eyes, you return to the room to see Matthew putting his shirt back on.

"Well,” you start, releasing an exasperated. “That was…”

"Something."

"Yes," you say. "Something."

"A good something,” Matthew says.

Your nod your head. You walk over to him, and fix his messy hair. He chuckles with a flushed face.

"What do we do now?" He asks, looking down at you.

"We move on with our lives," you say. "You should probably leave. We've both been away too long."

He nods, curly brown hair falling into his eyes. He looks out the window of your trailer, and once he knows the coast is clear, he leaves. You adjust the pillows on your couch where you and Matthew literally just did it.

This is so crazy. Never in a million years did you think you'd be in this position. You just had sex with the man who’s been the very person who pisses you off the post for months.

You hang Delilah's clothes up. You get out of your trailer, not talking to anyone as you head to your car and go home. You groan loudly as you grip onto the steering wheel.

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Just Acting

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Chapter Thirteen

This is the last day of the trip. Thank the Lord. You need to get out of here and not deal with Matthew any longer.

You're trying to push the kiss out of your mind. It didn't happen. But it fucking did. It sadly did. You laugh and think a horrible thought. That's more than you've gotten out of Jordan. Shit, Jordan. You need to text him.

Joe is making breakfast while the rest of you are deciding what you want to do for the rest of the day until you have to leave.

You all sit around the table and eat the waffles, bacon, and eggs Joe had whipped up for you guys. You drink your orange juice contently. Matthew is at the end of the table. You don't strain your neck to look at him at all.

After today, you don't have to see him as Matthew. You'll see him as Spencer when you're filming and Spencer when you're together trying to please your bosses. At least you actually like the Spencer side of him. Awkward genius definitely trumps asshole actor.

You put away your dishes into the sink, and head outside with the girls. You decide to take a hike together. You're dressed in biker shorts, an oversized t shirt, and your white sneakers. You tie your shirt wavy hair in a half up half down style.

The four of you walk and talk as the wind grazes your skin. The sun shines above you guys, making its way to the top of the sky as noon grows near.

"You doing better?" Paget asks.

"Yeah I am actually." You shoot her a smile.

You've decided to put this whole Matthew thing behind you. Yes, it happened, but it won't ever happen again. So it doesn't matter. Right? You just wish you could stop thinking about it.

After about an hour, you girls decide to head back to the house. You find the guys swimming in the lake. Matthew jumps off the cliff as you approach the picnic tables. You take off your shoes, just in case someone splashes, and set them on the other side of the table.

"Y/n, can you come here?" Joe asks from the little cliff. He's looking at something on the ground.

"Uh sure." You get up and walk over to him. "What do you...?" You don't even get to finish your sentence because you're falling into the lake. Falling isn't the best term, obviously, you were pushed. When you come up, you yell. "I will get you, old man!"

The others are laughing. Your clothes are soaked. You hate it. But this is a chance to show them you can have fun. You swim around, laughing and talking with your friends.

You swim then walk out of the lake, dripping water from your clothes and hair. Your shirt is completely see through now. You strip it off, ringing it out. Everyone else is getting out now, since it's almost time to go home. You head upstairs, trying and failing to not drip water everywhere, and hop in the shower to rinse off. You don't really wash your hair thoroughly, just get the lake water off of your body. You change into jeans and an old band t shirt and your white sneakers.

"Honestly, I don't think I want to leave this place,” you say, looking around.

"Me either. It's so nice out here," Aisha says, slipping on her shoes. The two of you head downstairs.

When you get to the bottom, you catch Matthew's eyes from the top of the steps as he leaves his room. You look away again, focusing your attention to the others.

Before you know it, it's time for everyone to get back to Los Angeles. You, Adam, and Aisha say your goodbyes and head to his car. Aisha and Adam pile into the front seats, and you sit behind the passenger's.

You check your phone. 2 missed calls and 6 text messages from Jordan, your sister freaking out because you weren't responding, and Jess making jokes about how you'd be spending the next 3 days with Matthew.

"Sorry Jordan. Joe said no phones for the weekend,” I send him.

To be honest, you really hadn't thought about texting Jordan the entire time. It's not a bad thing, you assure yourself. You only didn't think about him because you were busy with your friends. Is it bad though? That you didn't think about your boyfriend the entire time until you and Matthew were...

Fuck. You kissed Matthew. He kissed me. But you kissed him back while you have a boyfriend.

You're not entirely thrilled about going back into the fast city, but it'll be great to get back into your regularly scheduled life. You watch the opposite of three days ago happen, as you see the quiet lakeside views turn back into crazy LA from the window of Adam's car.

You three arrive at his place. "Bye y'all!" You wave with a grin.

"Bye Y/n, see you tomorrow?"

"Yep," you smile.

You get into your car and start your way to Dunkin. You know Jess will be there. It's 5pm, so she should be getting off soon.

It's 5:30 by the time you get to Dunkin. Jess gets off at 5:30. You catch her grabbing her things just in time.

"Y/n!! You're back!" She gives you a hug.

"Yes! I was wondering if you wanted to come over since it's been a while?"

"Definitely! You want to get a coffee first don't you?"

"You know me so well," you say.

You order your usual, you both get into your cars and head to your apartment.

"So how was the weekend?" She asks, eyebrows wiggling.

"It was good. Other than Matthew being a dick, it went well,” you tell her.

"What'd he do?"

"Just being rude and annoying. It wasn't horrible I guess, most of the time we ignored each other."

And we made out on his bed.

"Well that's good,” Jess says.

"Yeah it was just a bit stressful when I was around him. But I did have fun."

I sat in his lap...

"That's great! You definitely needed to have fun for once,” she chuckles.

"I have fun."

"Do you though?" Her eyebrow raises accusingly.

"Work is fun,” you tell her

"Okay ,I get that acting is great, but it can't be like an amazing adventure."

You roll your eyes. "You hungry?"

"Yes. Starving,” she says dramatically.

You order takeout, and it gets to your apartment in about twenty minutes.

Jess and you enjoy your noodles and chicken as you talk more about your weekends. She saw Jacklyn again, and their relationship is getting more serious.

She decides to spend the night, and you two watch some tv until you need to turn in for the night. The two of you fall asleep on your bed around 1am.

Spencer has been walking with a pep in his step ever since he admitted his feelings to Delilah and to himself. Opening up is one hell of a risk, like jumping off a cliff with no safety net. There's absolutely nothing to stop the fall from going too far, nothing but your own willpower of self protecting. Spencer has gotten pretty good at that in his life time.

But this one would be different. Hopefully. She was everything he wanted. Yes, his past was rocky... more like rocks with shards of glass poking out at you and you can't escape from getting your feet cut, but he wanted this. He wanted her. Finally, for the first time in a long time, he wanted someone who was right. Maeve would want this, he reminds himself. She would want me to be happy again.

And he is happy again. Delilah is smart, passionate, kind, funny, easy to talk to, and caring. She listens to him when he rambles on about random topics that live in his magnificent brain. And, she would never let him do something he wasn't comfortable with. He finds it hard to talk about emotions and do things that reflect his emotions, but she won't push him. She knows his past; she knows about Maeve, and Cat, and everyone else. It doesn't bother her. She just wants to make sure he knows he's safe and that he's comfortable.

Spencer smiles, making his drive to the FBI headquarters in Quantico, Virginia. He used to take the metro, but driving alone and getting to think and think out loud without strangers giving him dirty looks or trying to mug him was nice.

As he steps out of the elevator, Spencer gets greeted with the sight of his boss and very close friend, Emily Prentiss. She's filling up a mug with coffee in the corner of the bullpen.

"Good morning, Dr. Chirpy," she says with a smile.

Everyone's been noticing Spencer's new aura of cheerfulness, and they're definitely suspecting a girl is involved. He'll tell them who she is eventually, but it's fun for him to see them itch with anticipation and wonder.

Eventually, everyone else arrives at work, and the team spills into the briefing room to start the new case.

_____

"Hey, Jenna!"

"Yes?"

"Can you take these stacks upstairs to Sophie in room 13?" Delilah stands up, papers in hand. She meets Jenna at the doorway of her office and handed them to her.

"Yeah, sure thing!" Jenna takes them from her with a smile.

Delilah paused, making sure she wasn't imagining things. "Is that my perfume?" She sniffs.

"Oh um," Jenna furrows her eyebrows in embarrassment. "I'm so sorry. It just smelled really good, and I forgot to use some this morning..."

"It's okay. Just ask, and you can use it anytime,” Delilah says, a slightly awkward smile on her face.

Jenna relaxes her stance, "Okay." With that, she leaves to do as she was asked.

Delilah sat back in her desk chair, getting back to work. Spencer is away in Washington state at the moment. He had texted her from the jet, letting her know he wouldn't be able to see her for a while. She didn't like it when Spencer left, not because she wanted him with her at all times like a clingy girl, but because she couldn't make sure he was safe when he was miles and miles away.

Delilah knew that she would have to get used to him leaving every week. Which she was almost fine with, because the times they did spend together were perfect because they were together.

_____

"Miss Reign?" Jenna knocks at Delilah's half open office door, dressed in a grey pencil skirt and a purple blouse.

"Please, Delilah," she smiles at her assistant.

"Sorry. Delilah," Jenna says.

"Yes?"

"There's a guy here to see you. Last name Reid."

Delilah looks at her a lottle confused. "Send him in."

"Hey," Spencer says, coming into her office.

"I thought you weren't coming home for another few days,” she says, a smile growing on her face.

"Well, criminals are unpredictable so..." he shrugs.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. It's just been a rough couple of days,” he answers.

She grabs his face. "I'm glad you're home safe."

"Me too...so that I can see you." Spencer pulls her in by the waist, planting a gentle kiss on her mouth.

"As much as I love this, I can't commit pda at work."

"Commit? Sounds like you're a criminal..." he presses his lips to Delilah's again, moving his mouth against hers.

"Yeah, yeah,” she rolls her eyes, kissing him back.

"I handcuff criminals you know.”

"Spencer!" She laughs-gasps, pulling away from his lips. He's never said anything like that before, and she kind of liked it. "I have work to do, Dr Reid."

He gives her a pouty face, pushing out his lower lip and batting his gorgeous hazel eyes.

"Oh come on, none of that." Delilah says, pointing to his handsome frowny expression.

He drops his pout, "When do you get off?"

"In twenty."

"I can deal with that. I'll be down the block,” he says.

"Okay," she says before Spencer leans in and gives her one more soft kiss. He makes his way out of her office, then out of the lobby and down the block to a coffee shop.

When she sits down, Delilah sees Jenna looking at her through the naked window of her office. She had left up the blinds so that she didn't feel so claustrophobic in her office. Jenna looked away quickly when she met Delilah's gaze.

She knew it was very unprofessional to kiss your (boyfriend?) at work, especially in front of your employees. He definitely makes her want to do things she normally wouldn't.

When she finally was getting ready to leave the office, she saw Jenna come through the front door.

"Where'd you run off to?" Delilah asks.

"I needed some water. I got you some too."

"Oh okay. Thank you." She normally would be like 'ask if you can leave next time bit..." but she didn't really care at the moment, and she got her some water so it was fine this time.

"Okay you two can clear out," Delilah says to Jenna and Marcos, the manager her father hired a while back.

They leave, and Delilah gets to go meet Spencer at the coffee shop.

_____

You choose not to say anything to Matthew in between scenes or after you're done filming for the night. You're not necessarily mad at him anymore, you can't be since you reacted upon what he did. It's a clean slate between you two now. Or at least you try to make it one.

"Knock knock," Matthew's voice rings from outside of your trailer door. You're already dressed back in your clothes, a hoodie and running shorts since it's pretty late at night.

"Come in,” you say.

"Look I knocked!" He grins.

"Sort of,” you correct. “Do you need something?"

"You, me, tomorrow night. Or should I say, Spencer, Delilah, tomorrow night. Eight o'clock."

"We're hanging out?"

"We're hanging out,” he nods. “Like we talked about.”

You sigh softly. Okay.”

"I'll see you then,” Matthew says then exits your trailer.

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Off Limits

content warnings: alcohol consumption (legal)

Part Six

“Hey, um, I’m going out in a little while. Just thought I’d worn you so you don’t think I disappeared,” I tell Spencer while I finish up washing the dishes from dinner.

It’s Friday night, and my old friend is having that party she asked me to come to. CeCe is picking me up at 9, and we’re going together.

“All right,” he nods, not asking me where I’m going or who I’ll be with like Dad would. It’s not so bad Spencer being here, really.

“You sure you’ll be okay alone with the little shit for the night?” I ask, looking to my little brother as he’s still seated at the table.

Just as Spencer is about to say he’ll be fine, Jack exclaims, “I’m not a little shit.”

“Hey, you can’t say that,” I tell him sternly, pointing my finger at him.

“You said it,” Jack tells me matter of factly.

“I’m an adult.”

“Barely.”

“And that’s why I called you a little shit,” I say, rolling my eyes as I leave the kitchen.

After slipping into a blue dress with a plunge that shows off my chest nicely and reaches high enough on my thighs to be flirty and low enough to be somewhat modest, I fix my hair and makeup. Being a girl is obnoxious sometimes because I just spent half an hour doing my hair and makeup just to make it look like I didn’t do my hair and makeup. I step into a pair of black heels that aren’t too high; I don’t want to be tripping over my feet the whole night. I spray my favorite perfume on my skin before heading out.

Jack’s already in bed sound asleep, and Spencer’s taking a shower upstairs. I slip out the door.

Once I step into the scene, I’m hit with the scent of weed and alcohol. I’m not usually a party person, so two in one week is rare for me, but it’s Spring break and my dad isn’t home to lecture me on the dangers of alcohol.

CeCe and I are greeted by Kailee and her big drunk smile. “You made it!”

After talking for a bit and already feeling overstimulated by the light, sounds, and smells, I push my way into the kitchen to get some alcohol in my system. I’m a firm believer that one doesn’t need alcohol to have fun, but I also believe that being the only one sober is boring as hell.

I do two shots and embrace the warmth that spreads through my body. CeCe decides to have one drink since by the time we leave, it’ll be out of her system and she’ll be fine to drive. She grabs a water too.

“Are you getting drunk tonight?” She asks me.

“Maybe. Depends on how much I need to not be boring,” I laugh softly, practically yelling at her over the music.

CeCe and I have known each other since we were in 6th grade. I had moved to Washington DC because my dad took the job as a BAU agent. It wasn’t too far from where we’re from, but a new school was not where I wanted to be.

We had the same backpack and she pointed it out on the first day of school, and then we became best friends from there.

She’s in college in Brooklyn and I’m in NYC, so we’re not far away. We see each other at least twice a week during the school year. We’ve made it work staying friends through puberty, boys, and growing up. It’s a nice system we have going.

The two of us split up ever so often to talk to different people and do different things, her kicking some ass in pool and me beating everyone at darts, but we make our way back to each other after a while.

I’m now 3 shots and one fruity seagrams in, and still feeling good. I’m slightly buzzed, but nothing I can’t handle. It’s only 11. The night is still young.

“Hey,” CeCe hollers over the sounds so I can hear her. “I’ve got to go. Do you want a ride home or do you want to stay?”

“I want to stay! Why are you leaving?” I shout back.

“My mom texted earlier and said my tia’s coming over in the morning. She’s probably going to want to shop all day, and if I don’t go to bed I’m going to be cranky tomorrow,” she says.

“Boo you whore!” I give her a thumbs down. “I’ll get a ride from someone we know.”

She kisses my cheek and says she’ll see me later. After I make sure she gets out okay, I head outside for a game of beer pong. The slight breeze feels amazing against my sort of sticky-from-sweat skin.

I start a game against a hot guy I’ve never met before.

“What’s your name?” He shouts over the table.

“Jade. You?” I yell.

“Hayden. Nice to meet you!”

“You too!”

“You’re gorgeous, but I’m not going easy on you!” He says with a slight grin.

“Didn’t want you to, Hayden!” I laugh a little.

We play a game of rock, paper, scissors to decide who takes the first shot at the cups. I win, naturally, and bounce the ball off the table and into one of the cups.

He grins a little wider, takes the cup off the table, and drinks its contents.

“You’re going to get white girl wasted, Hayden,” I shout with a devilish smirk.

Well, the game went on for a while, and it was me who ended up white girl wasted and a loser at the game. I had two cups left by the time he beat me, so I wouldn’t say I did poorly.

I roll my eyes after downing the last cup, his winning cup, and head back into the house. Now, I’m feeling it. All of it. My vision is wonky, my head feels like it weighs a two hundred pounds, and I feel a little like I’m going to throw up.

I check my phone. The blurry numbers on the screen tell me it’s 1:36am or maybe it said 1:38, they kind of look the same when your vision’s altered.

A blonde girl leads me to the couch when she notices the trouble I’m having trying to walk. She sits me down and tells me to stay there for a while.

I nod, looking around. Eventually, I get bored and stand back up. I have to grab onto the nearest thing to me, which happens to be an attractive man, to steady myself.

“Hey,” he grins.

“Hey,” I say back. “You’re cute. But not as cute as this one guy I know. His name is Spencer.” My words are easily enough to understand, but aren’t enunciated as they should be.

The guy gives me a dirty look and walks away. My boobs starts vibrating, and for a minute I think it’s normal. Then, I dig my phone out of my bra.

“Oh my God, speaking of Spencer!” I giggle to myself before answering the phone. “Hiiiii.”

“Jade? Hey, you called?” His voice is deeper than usual, sleepiness laced in it.

I didn’t call. Well, I must’ve butt dialed him- well titty dialed him. We’d exchanged numbers a few days ago just in case.

“Hi, Spencer,” I twirl my hair around my finger. “It’s so funny that you called ‘cause I wa-”

“Are you drunk?” He asks, voice a little less sleepy than it was before.

“What? Why would you ask me that?” I giggle again, trying not to snort. “Yeah, I am.”

“Do you need a ride home?” There’s worry in his voice, but I’m too drunk to hear it.

“Pshh no!” I shout. “You should come join me though!”

“I’m not joining you.”

“Why not?” The pout is evident in my voice. “I’m fun.”

“I’m sure you are,” he says calmly. “Are you sure you don’t need a ride?”

“What time is it?” I ask as if I haven’t just checked the time a little while ago. But I don’t remember what time was on the screen.

“It’s 1:45,” Spencer tells me.

“Hmm. Maybe I need a ride.” I say, my voice a little too fake innocent.

“O-of course. I’ll send an uber and make sure you get home okay,” he says calmly. “Stay on the phone with me.”

“Yes sir,” I laugh.

“How much have you had to drink?” He asks me as he assists me in getting out of the uber and to the apartment.

He sounds a little like my father, and it’s annoying.

“Three shots, a strawberry drink that had no business being so good, and however many cups of beer that is used to set up the triangle in pong,” I tell Spencer, leaning on him so I don’t fall face first into the apartment door.

He helps me in, sits me on the couch, and disappears into the kitchen. I make a slightly audible whine when I don’t feel his arms holding me up anymore.

Spencer comes back briefly, a cup of clear liquid in his hands. Wasted me almost believes it’s vodka. The room temperature water makes me frown as I take a drink.

“You really shouldn’t drink that much,” he says, sitting down next to me. “Were you alone?”

“No, silly! I was at a party,” I giggle, making the water I tried to take a sip of bubble.

“I meant at the party. Were you with someone or were you there alone?”

“Are you asking me if I was with a guy,” I smirk, leaning into him goofily.

“No. I’m asking you if you had someone with you to make sure nothing happened,” Spencer says, voice slightly annoyed.

“Oh,” I say and feel a little stupid. “I had my friend there, but she had to leave. But there was this one guy who I played beer pong with. He was cool and offered to walk me upstairs to lay down. But I just sat on the couch.”

In hindsight, he could’ve been offering to take me upstairs to have sex with me, but at the time it seemed like a nice gesture to lay down.

Spencer furrows his eyebrows, worry laced in the little brown hairs.

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t go upstairs with him,” he says. “But I can walk you up these stairs so you can go to bed. I don’t want you falling.” He points to the staircase behind us.

I laugh once again. “I can walk by myself. I’ve been doing it since I was 10 months old. I’m a pro… well, if I can get these damn heels off.”

I fidget with the straps of my shoes, trying to get them off.

“Here,” Spencer says, leaning down to undo the little buckles.

I slip the heels off and toss them to the side of the couch. “You’re an angel,” the grin on my face probably looks drunken and stupid. “A very handsome angel. With cute hair. I like the boyband look… it’s hot.”

Spencer’s face goes red and he clears his throat nervously. “You should really get to bed. In the morning, I’ll make some toast to soak up the rest of the alcohol.”

“You’re so lame!” I pout, crossing my arms. “Let’s dance!” I reach for his hand but he pulls away.

“C’mon, Jade. Please?”

“Fine, I’ll go to bed,” I say with a groan. “But can you get me some more water first?”

Spencer nods and takes the cup from the coffee table. I tell myself I’ll just lay down for a second, and when he comes back I’ll drink the water and go to my room.

Instead, I lay down for a second and fall asleep on the couch, my somewhat slutty dress still on my body, my makeup still done, and my system still override with alcohol.

—————

I come back into the living room to see she has fallen asleep on my pillow, on my bed for the week.

I don’t mind too much. She needs to sleep it off. I take a seat on the chair, curling up, and close my eyes.

I wish I could’ve been the one to pick her up from the party, but I couldn’t risk leaving Jack here by himself. Sure, he’s asleep, but if anything happened…

I could smell all the beer on her breath when she talked to me. I could also smell weed on her skin, but from what it sounded like she didn’t smoke any.

Her makeup’s smudged under her eyes, and somehow it was almost attractive. Maybe that was just her though. And that dress. I hate myself for stealing a glance at her in that dress, but it was almost impossible to stop myself.

I never noticed how pretty Jade was until this week. How she almost seems delicate, but her confidence - false or not - makes her tougher. How she smells sweet and enticing. How her brown eyes seem to beg for something, I just can’t tell what.

I’m hating myself more now for thinking these things. Not only is she young, but she’s Hotch’s daughter. It’s wrong for me to like the way she smells and take notice of her soft hair and eyes.

When Jade complimented me, her exact words were “handsome angel” and she said my hair was “hot”, I felt heat rise to my cheeks. It was almost nice to be complimented like that especially by someone like her… but she’s wasted and she probably didn’t even know what she was saying. I won’t bring it up, and I’ll definitely try to push away the blush her words caused me to have.

It makes me extremely relieved that she didn’t go upstairs with that guy she mentioned. I don’t trust guys this age at all. Really, I don’t trust men any age. I work with too many evil-hearted men, and I know what could’ve happened if she followed him up those stairs.

I may be babysitting Jack, but I feel responsible for Jade too. Sure, she’s an adult and can handle herself, but if anything happened to her Hotch would hate me. I would hate me.

Jade makes soft noises in her sleep that sound like a lullaby to my ears, helping me drift off as well.

—————

I open my eyes and the first thing I see is a tv that I don’t have in my bedroom. My eyes trail down until I find that I’m laying on the couch, barely covered by a knitted white blanket. I’m still in my dress, my tits practically falling out of it now.

It takes a second to notice it, but when I do it’s nauseating; my head hurts like a bitch. It’s pounding, probably screaming at me for getting drunk last night.

I can tell I wasn’t asleep long. Especially when my brother isn’t talking to loud and Dad’s not yelling at me to wake up.

Spencer. Spencer is on the chair. He’s asleep, a blanket sprawled over him. He looks kind of peaceful. But uncomfortable. He’s way too long for that chair.

But I stole the couch from him. Shit.

I try to stand up, but I groan, squinting my eyes.

The sleeping man on the chair stirs, opening his eyes slowly. He sees me and he seems to instantly be more awake.

“Are you feeling okay?” He asks, sitting up.

“If okay translates to ‘like I’ve been hit by a truck’, then yes. I feel okay.”

Spencer stands up, heading for the kitchen. I sit against the couch cushions in agony until he comes back with aspirin and a plate full of toast.

“Carbs help soak up alcohol. Should help with the hangover too, but you’ll probably feel like crap for the rest of the day,” he says, handing me the plate and pills.

I take it gratefully and wash the pills down with the cup of water sitting on the coffee table. “Serves me right I guess.”

“Do you have any memory loss?” Spencer asks me.

“I remember most of the party I think, and I remember sitting on the couch with you, but that’s about all,” I admit. I’m not even sure how I got home, but I’m pretty sure he helped me get here.

He nods. “It’s early. I’m surprised you’re up.”

“Me too,” I groan before taking a bite of the toast.

It’s only 8:47. Which means I slept for around 6 hours. It also means Jack will be up soon.

“How about you go get changed and I’ll get Jack some breakfast.”

I nod my head with compliment. “I may go back to sleep.”

“All right,” he says.

I drag my body upstairs, and peel my dress off with some difficulty. I change into sweatpants and a t shirt, not even bothering to fix the fact that it’s inside out.

By the time I wake up again, I hear voices downstairs. One belongs to Spencer and another belongs to… it’s my dad.

I can barely hear them, but I can make out the words.

“They’re both napping upstairs.”

“Both of them?” My dad chuckles a little.

“Yeah, Jade said she didn’t sleep well last night, so she went back to bed,” Spencer tells him.

He’s covering for me. I appreciate it. Even though I’m 21, almost 22 in fact, my dad hates when I get drunk. He says it’s dangerous and alters my ability to make rational decisions. And just because that’s true, it doesn’t make it any less obnoxious.

I get out of bed, and notice my head feels a lot better. It still hurts, and I’m still slightly hungover but it’s nothing like it was. I check the time on my clock. 12:24.

Jack’s probably only been asleep for 15 minutes or so, so I don’t wake him up to tell him Dad is here.

Instead, I brush the alcohol and morning breath out of my mouth, take my smudged makeup off, and go downstairs to greet my father.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he laughs softly, looking up at me as a I walk down the steps.

I ignore his obvious teasing at my appearance and give him a hug. It has been a while since I’ve seen him.

He picks me up within the hug, planting a kiss on my head. “I missed you, princess.”

“I missed you too, Dad,” I smile softly, ruffling his hair as he sets me down. “How was the business trip?”

“It was good, but I’m happy to be home.”

I resist the urge to make a jab at how he probably won’t be home long. He never is.

“Thank you again, Reid,” he says to Spencer. “I’ll have to get you a coffee.”

“Try ten,” Spencer joked.

“Noted,” my dad said with a nod and a faint smile.

He’s always been so serious. Especially now that Mom is gone. But sometimes he’ll let himself smile or his eyes soften.

“Thanks for taking care of my babies.”

“Dad, I’m 21” I say, rolling my eyes. “He was Jack’s babysitter not mine.”

“Still my baby,” Dad says stubbornly.

“It was no problem, really,” Spencer tells him. He grabs his things and starts to head out.

He looks at me briefly and I mouth the words “Thank you” to him. He nods and leaves the apartment.

I watch him leave, feeling a little sad to see him go. It was a nice week. Instead of some older guy I was obsessed with years ago, he seemed like my friend.

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Chapter Ten

"Goodnight, you guys!" Delilah says as everyone is leaving the building. The only employees left are Jaycee the receptionist and her new assistant Jenna. Delilah locks up the building after they leave, and heads out herself.

Delilah waves for a taxi from the sidewalk of the city. A yellow cab pulls over and picks her up. She gives him the address to her loft apartment, and he makes the drive.

When she arrives home, Delilah turns on the lights and takes off her heels. Her big apartment is so quiet at night. She takes off her jacket, laying it on one of the dining room chairs.

After getting a drink of water, she goes into the bath room and turns on the shower water. What she doesn't notice though, is someone peeking through the window. The figure can see Delilah remove her clothes and step into the shower.

___

It's just three days until you all leave for Joe's lake house. You have to keep convincing your controlling, anxious self that this will be a nice and relaxing few days.

You stay in your trailer for a bit because one of the producers wanted to talk to you about something. Your mind races scenarios about what the hell he could want to discuss.

He knocks on your door, and you let him into your trailer. "Hey, Y/n."

"Hey!"

"So, I wanted to talk to you about Gube." The words make you uneasy.

"Umm okay."

"So as you obviously know your characters have a romantic relationship now. And you both are amazing actors."

"But...?” A knit forms in your stomach.

"But I feel like the two of you need a better connection. The words and the actions are there but the spark isn't."

Your eyebrows furrow. “So you want us to what, date?

He chuckles. "No of course not. Don't do anything you're not comfortable with, but I just feel like if you hung out a bit and got to know each other more it would be good for the characters. But obviously don't do it if you don't want to."

"Oh... okay. I'll talk to Matthew."

"Great! Thanks, Y/n."

"Sure," you give him an awkward smile.

What the fuck? How do they expect you to be alone with Matthew and not kill him? What are you even supposed to do? Ugh, you can't think about this right now. You'll try and talk to him this weekend at the lake. Well there goes your plans to avoid him.

___

It's Friday morning and you're all leaving in just a few hours. They finished episode 12 late last night, and now the next three days are film free for everyone.

You get your suitcase packed with clothes, a few swim suits, and shoes. You do your makeup very lightly, then pack all the beauty and toiletry products you'll need.

You're dressed in comfortable ripped jeans, a red tank top, and a cream colored cardigan over it. You slip into your white sneakers, and head out the door to head to Dunkin. You're dressed more relaxed than normal, but you will be going to the lake.

When you get to Dunkin, you chat with Jess for a bit about the upcoming trip. She assures you that you can have fun even if Matthew will be there. You grab your coffee, give you a hug goodbye, and head out.

You're carpooling with Adam and Aisha today, so you head to Adam's place and park your car. He comes outside right as you do.

"Hey, Y/n! You ready for this weekend?"

"Absolutely," you shoot him a smile.

"Aisha should be here soon. You can sit up front."

You slide into his car after putting your bag in the trunk. Adam and you make some small talk before Aisha slides into the back seat.

"Heyyy."

"Hey girl," you say with a grin.

Adam pulls out of the parking lot and heads toward Joe's lake house. It's about an hour away from the city. The drive consists of the three of you dancing in the car to the music playing and watching Los Angeles disappear into woods and nature from the window.

You guys arrive after Joe and Paget who are putting food into the cabinets and the fridge. This place is fairly big. Two stories, 5 bedrooms, and a balcony upstairs that has a lovely view of the lake. The water is big and pretty.

You put your things in a room that you and Aisha are sharing, then help them set up the kitchen. AJ, Matthew, and. Daniel show up not long after and put their things away.

Daniel and Adam are sharing a room, Paget and AJ, you and Aisha, Joe is taking the master bedroom, and Matthew gets a room for himself. Matthew was going to share with the other guys, but there's only two full sized beds in the room and they didn't want to share.

Once all the room situations are settled, you all make a pact that this will be a phone free weekend. You all put your phones in a drawer in the kitchen and leave them there. This could be a great thing, unless someone needs to call 911 for you strangling Gubler.

——

"So basically there's no rules except no phones and have fun!" Joe says after giving you guys a quick tour of the lake house. Yours and Aisha's bedroom just so happens to be across from Matthew's upstairs. Just my luck. There's two bedrooms downstairs: Joe's and then AJ and Paget's. Daniel and Adam's room is to the left of yours.

It's only around three o'clock right now, and there's absolutely no plans, so the girls decide to go swimming. Of course, you had no option but to join.

You head upstairs to grab a swim suit. You choose a black one piece with a v dip to show off your chest a bit. You're not too thrilled to be wearing a swim suit in front of everyone, especially the guys. Your body has always been your biggest insecurity. At least you have an ass, that's a plus side. You remind yourself that all bodies are beautiful, to try and not show your insecurity, then head outside to meet the rest of them.

The guys left for a hike a few moments ago, so it's just you girls here. That's a relief, a few minutes without Matthew's presence.

"Come in! The water's really nice," Paget yells from on top of a floaty.

You step in the water and make your way to the deeper side where the others are. You swim around, loving the feeling of the slightly cold water on your body.

"I'm so happy to be away from the city," you admit.

"Not too fond of LA?" AJ asks.

"It's not that. It's just I needed to be away from all the noise I guess."

"Understandable," Paget says.

You guys continue to swim for a while, until you decide to go inside and hang out in the cozy living room.

"I'm gonna hop in the shower. Lake water," you say with a disgusted face.

The upstairs bathroom is bigger than your bedroom at home. Okay that's an overstatement, but it's a great size. There's a bath, and a shower, and a double sink.

You grab a fresh pair of clothes and head into the bathroom again. You take off your swim suit, laying it over the bathtub. Stepping into the fancy shower, you let the lake water rinse off of you with coldish, clean water. You use the toiletries you'd grabbed from your bag and wash your hair quickly. You soap down with the mini sized shower gel you brought, rinse off, shave a bit, then step out of the shower.

You dry off with one of the soft towels in the bathroom cabinet. After wrapping your hair in the towel, you change into black joggers, a sports bra, and another tank top. Now this is the most relaxed you've ever dressed in front of people. Oh well, this is supposed to be a relaxing trip.

You unwrap your hair and brush through it a bit. You add some cream and scrunch it up with the towel. The waves show immediately.

You head downstairs to find that the guys have returned and everyone is mingling in the kitchen and living room.

"Hey, Y/n. I was going to make some dinner and we can all watch a movie," Joe says.

"Sounds great!"

You and Daniel help Joe make some food while the others search for a movie to watch. Once it's done, Joe yells at everyone to come get some. You all sit down with a plate of dinner, and settle on Back To the Future.

You sit on the couch, Paget in between you and AJ. Aisha and Daniel sits on beanbag chairs in front of you guys. Joe is on a recliner, Adam on another chair, and Matthew on your side of the couch on another beanbag chair. Joe had pulled the fun seats from another room.

The movie begins, and you all eat your food while watching. The sun is setting, you can all see it from the window as the movie unfolds.

Since it's only nine o'clock, you guys decide to eat some ice cream and talk a bit. AJ tells funny stories about her crazy children, Paget somehow makes you almost pee yourself laughing, Joe tells some wild stories about this lake house, and everyone just has a good time.

By twelve am, you guys decide to turn in to your rooms. Adam catches your arm before you open the door to yours and Aish's room.

"Hey, I'm glad you decided to come with us. It’s been nice to get to know you better. You’re pretty cool," he tells you.

"Oh thanks! I’m glad too. And you’re alright I guess," you chuckle.

You say goodnight and he and Daniel head to their room. Before heading into yours, you get a strange look from Matthew. You give him a confused expression and meet Aisha in your room.

The beds are a few feet away from each other with a night stand in between them. A wooden dresser faces the beds against the other wall. Aisha's things are already in the right side drawers, so you decide to put yours in the other ones left over.

"Aren't you glad you came?" Aisha asks as you fold your clothes and set them in the drawers. She's sitting up in her bed closest to the door.

"I suppose," you say with a smile.

Matthew hasn't bugged your or even talked to you pretty much all day, maybe this won't be too bad after all.

You and Aisha talk for a bit more about random things until she falls asleep literally right after laughing. How did she do that? You lay down, trying to calm your mind. Sleeping in a bed that isn't yours rarely works out well for you. You remember when you first moved in to your Los Angeles apartment, you couldn't sleep much for a week. Maybe that's another control obsession thing.

You toss and turn in the bed, trying hard not to wake Aisha up. After thirty damn minutes of this, you finally decide just to go down and get some water. You sneak out of the room quietly and head down the stairs.

You reach the kitchen and turn on the light. "Ah!" Realizing that you're not about to be murdered, you sigh. "Gah you scared me. What are you doing?"

"Can't sleep," Matthew says, leaning against the counter with a cup of juice in his hand. "What are you doing down here?"

"Same as you," you sigh. You grab water bottle from the fridge and go sit on the living room couch. A moment later, he joins you. "What?" you ask, not necessarily in your normal rude tone.

"Just sitting," Matthew says.

You nod your head, trying not to be a total bitch. You're too tired to be a total bitch right now.

"What's on your mind?"

"Hmm?" You avert your gaze from the ground. "Oh nothing."

He raises his eyebrows. “Sureee. What's up?"

"Why would you care?"

"C'mon, Y/n. Just because you're mean to me doesn't mean I don't care."

"Oh I'm the mean one? Sure, checks out,” you roll your eyes.

"You definitely are," he laughs. Woah he actually smiled at you and it wasn't from a dirty joke or an assholish comment.

You bump his shoulder with yours. "Am not," you whisper.

"So what's up?"

"Just a lot on my mind I guess,” you answer.

"Like?"

You look up at him. "Like work and shit. I hate not having my script here to study lines. I hate being away from my own things, I know it's weird but just... I just need my stuff.”

"I think I understand that,” Matthew says honestly.

"Yeah," you sigh. "Oh and something the producers told me."

"What'd they say?"

Oh shit. You weren't ready to bring that up. You hadn't even told Aisha yet. "Uhh."

Matthew raises his eyebrows, waiting for you to elaborate.

"Basically they wanted me and you to... to like bond or something."

"Bond?" His brows shoot up to the top of his forehead.

"They said we need more chemistry onscreen and that that comes from off screen,” you explain with a sigh.

"So they want us to bone or something?" Matthew asks.

"Oh my God... no! Just like hang out and become friends or some shit. What's wrong with you?" There's a hint of laughter in your words.

"I'm okay with that,” he says.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I mean we could do something, maybe as Spencer and Delilah instead of as Matthew and Y/n. It'll just be acting."

"Just acting," you repeat softly, nodding. "Okay deal." You reach out your hand for him to shake it.

He takes it after a judgemental look. "You're a dork."

"Hmm, that may be the nicest thing you've ever called me,” you shoot him a sarcastic smile.

He shrugs. "I think I'm going to try and sleep now. Goodnight, Y/n."

"Goodnight." You stick your fist out to him. He fists bumps it, shaking his head in a chuckle.

That didn’t go as poorly as you expected. This may actually work. You can be Delilah and Spencer. Delilah and Spencer will be the ones bonding.

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Chapter Three

It's late Saturday morning, and you're sitting up on your couch. You fell asleep there last night again.

The weekend will be boring and workless; which really sucks because you have this thing where if you're not busy, you get down and in your head.

Not entirely sure what else to do, you make your way to the bathroom and turn on the shower. You make sure the water is just warm enough to not be too chilled before you undress and step under the rushing water.

After washing your short(ish) medium brown hair, you push it behind your ears to get it out of your face. You soap and lather your body before shaving and rinsing one more time. You step out reluctantly and dry off before wrapping the towel around your body.

You get dressed in black jeans, sneakers, and a blue button up blouse tucked into your pants. After blow drying your hair, you straighten the natural waves down. Your hair lays softly against your shoulders, reaching just at your color bone.

To keep from being locked up in the house until the dinner tomorrow night, you head out for coffee. You drive down a few blocks to Dunkin. What it's LA? Everyone's basic. After ordering one glazed donut and a caramel iced coffee, you sit down and enjoy your breakfast while scrolling through social media.

Dunkin Donuts is always busy, so a crowd of people come and go even just throughout the short time you're there.

"Hey, Y/n! Haven't seen you in a while!"

"Oh hey Jess!" You say as she sits down across from you. Jess became one of your first friends in LA when you came to Dunkin the first time. She has just started working there part time and was immediately friendly. She was also super shocked when you finally told her why you were in LA months later.

"What've you been up to?" Jess asks, flashing you a bright smile.

"Just filming..."

"Oh yeah you guys got renewed! So fun, huh?!" You love how she's always been super enthusiastic about her friends' lives. Jess was really just a kind hearted person, although it was very funny when she would get angry at a rude costumer.

"Yeah it's been great, except for you know who,” you say, eyes dramatically cutting at the last words.

Jess stops coiling a curly strand of hair around her finger. "Oh come on! He can't be that bad. He's like super hot."

"Ew!” You give her a look of discussed. “I'm going to pretend you didn't just say that."

She laughs, her white teeth contrasting with her gorgeous dark skin. Jess is a beautiful goddess who always wears bold bright makeup and lets her curly afro fly.

"He is that bad, J. He's an arrogant asshole," you inform her, eyebrows furrowed.

"You're pathetic," she chuckles softly. "But fine fine, if you say Matthew's that bad I'll believe you. But that won't stop me from simping for Spencer Reid."

You roll your eyes at her, but you understand. Before you were on the show, you also were a Spencer Reid simp. "I don't know that new character Delilah's pretty hot.” Your lips turn up into a sky grin.

"Oh definitely," Jess shoots you a wink. "Ya know, if you ever need anyone to rant to, maybe about the new season, I'm here."

"I hope you're not using me for Criminal Minds info,” you say, cocking an eyebrow.

She chuckles, "Nah you know, I wouldn’t use you. I love you too much for that.”

"Love you too,” you grin softly.

"Oop, I gotta go,” she says, checking her apple watch. “Break's over.”

You wave goodbye before throwing away your trash and leaving the building. It's nice to have a friend in Los Angeles. Of course, you have your castmates, but they're most of the time forced to hang out with you due to work.

Speaking of castmates, tomorrow is the dinner for the cast to celebrate the new season. It was delayed multiple times because of everyone's busy schedule, but you all finally found a date for it.

You all are going to be reserving a table at a nice-casual restaurant. Which means it’s not fast food, but not fine dining.

While pulling out of the parking lot, you realize how nerve wracking the event will be. You're going to be at a big dinner table with pretty much the entire cast, and you're just a minor cast member. Anxiety decides to make you worry about something you probably shouldn’t once again.

You pull into the small parking lot of the bookstore you love. It's retro and calming and smells like a fall evening all year long. The bookstore is a small building about 40 minutes from your apartment, but nonetheless you like to visit at least every few months. It's owned by an old widow with a kind smile.

You enter the building, taking in the smell of leaves and apple cider. The dark lit bookstore's walls are framed with fairy lights and a few old timey lamps, setting the calming mood.

"Hello!"

"Hey! How are you doing, Dorothy?” You asks with a smile.

"Fine dear, and you?" She sits on your stool behind the counter stacked with books people have returned or books Dorothy might've been reading. She’s probably the most adorable old woman ever.

"Just fine as well," you give the nice older lady a smile and make your way to the isles.

Some people may say you're a little tense, but walking through this little bookstore and reading the stories on the shelves helps you calm down. It reminded you of your small town in Pennsylvania during autumn.

You sit down on the bing-bag chair underneath a soft-lit lamp and begin reading a book you've read a million times before. You rarely actually buy a book from the store, just rent them so that somebody else can enjoy it too.

This reminds you of when you'd cuddle up between your parents and they'd read to you, or when your little sister couldn't sleep at night, so she'd crawl up in your bed and make you read her a story. You missed those times, the times when Lola was young and cuddly, and your dad wasn't disappointed in your choices.

After a while, you decide it's time to head back to your apartment. By the time you get back home, it's 5pm. You decide to order some groceries and have them delivered. Your excuse was because it's LA and there's always so much traffic, but the truth was that you'd already taken off your pants.

You order a few things that you can eat as snacks or make meals with for the next few days. When it arrives, you make a big salad with veggies, chicken, and whatever else you decide to throw in it to spice it up.

After talking on the phone with your mom and Lola, you decide it's time to turn in for the night and head to bed.

(i promise it’ll be more interesting when we’re more into the story)

chapter four

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Chapter Five

Another week, another episode to film. Today, Monday, is the start of Criminal Minds season 16 episode 9.

This week, you won't be filming a lot. Your first scene is of Delilah and Spencer then you have a another one at her work place.

You're up bright and early for the first scene of the day. The sun has just rose, so the orange and pink glow of the sky still shines above the city of Los Angeles. Fall is approaching and it's beginning to be colder in the mornings and evenings.

You throw on a lightweight cream sweater, some black ripped jeans, and you pull on white slip on sneakers. After tying your hair into a low pony, you rush out the door.

The ride to set isn't too horrible, obviously traffic is bad but that's normal. But it happens to be slightly earlier than when most people leave for work. It's just now 7am. Many cars are on the streets, and you know more will pile up by 8am.

You arrive on set around 7:45, and grab a cup of coffee before heading to hair and makeup. The fun lady with pink hair brushes out your brown locks while straightening the waves down. She makes conversation like she does everyday. It's nice how she loves to talk, because you like to listen. She does you females' hair along with Jamar, and Hannah does the boys hair and sometimes Izzy does too.

Kylie finishes up with your hair by adding gel to smooth down the pieces tucked behind your hair. It's a sleek look that really fits with your short hair.

Next step of the morphing into Delilah is makeup. Ronnie starts on your eyes with a natural brown, nude, and cream blend. He does your foundation, blush, highlighter, and bronzer before topping it off with eyeliner and mascara. He gives you a few spritzes of setting spray, and you're good to go.

You say goodbye to Kylie and Ronnie with a smile and head to wardrobe. Matthew heads to hair and makeup just after you leave. The wardrobe crew has picked out a work style suit for you to wear today. The pants are black, matching the blazer and black heels, and to add a pop of color, the blouse underneath is light blue. It really brings out your baby blue eyes.

After changing in your trailer, you finishes the rest of your coffee and head to the main part of the studio. The director talks to you for a moment before Matthew shows up. He has you mark the scenes and rehearse just a bit before starting to film.

Matthew is dressed in slim fitting dark dress pants, a light grey button up, a red tie, and a dark sweater unbuttoned over it.

They smooth down your hair again and apply some nude lipstick to your lips before the camera starts rolling.

The camera begins rolling at the cue of the director and we snap into character.

Delilah walks into the business. With her dad being gone, she now has to run this building as well before she can find a replacement. She left her building in Atlanta under the watch of the manager, which is just one aspect that contributes to her stress.

Her dad's former employees, now hers, watch as she strides to her new office. Seeing pictures of her dead father's accomplishments and pictures of her younger self stings at her chest. She sits down and begins working immediately. Delilah has so much to do.

She types away at the computer, answering emails and discussing a deal with a big business man from Washington DC. The deal should bring both businesses more money, but she isn't too sure. Her father only had one meeting with this man before his murder. Delilah plans another meeting with Mr Daker before she can decide to close the deal.

Her head begins to hurt as a flashback sneaks up on her mind. Delilah remembers the day she was kidnapped.

A man who her father had fired and got put in jail had finally gotten his revenge, using Delilah as bait. She wasn't only bait though, she was used as entertainment. He hit her and degraded her while waiting on her father to finally save the day.

Delilah remembers her father charging the kidnapper, trying so hard to take him down. The gunshot still rings in her ears. She'd watched as her father fell, holding his bleeding stomach. Tears stung in her eyes as blood spilled on the concrete floor. The FBI barged in at the sound of gunshots, and arrested the 'unsub'' but it was too late for Logan Reign. He'd lost too much blood. She was numb as a man named Spencer Reid and another agent, JJ, untied her and removed the duct tape from her lips. Dr Reid gave Delilah his FBI jacket, trying to comfort the cold, bloody girl.

The voice of Delilah's receptionist was barley even enough to snap her out of her flashback. But she looked up to see her small body standing in the doorway.

"Miss Reign, there's a man here to see you."

"A man?"

"Skinny, nerdy, awkward..." she begins to describe the man standing on the other side of the reception counter.

"Send him in."

"Hey Delilah," Dr Reid says, walking into her office.

"Hey Spencer, what are you doing here?"

He stays standing awkwardly in front of Delilah's desk. "You seemed pretty stressed out. I wanted to make sure you were doing alright. Which is seems like that's a no."

"I'm okay, Spencer. I just have a lot to do, and now I have to trust someone else to be in charge in Atlanta. I'm getting phone calls from him everyday all while getting my father's things in order. It's just... a lot."

"I'm sorry, Delilah." His eyebrows come together for a moment in a look of sympathy.

"It's fine. I guess you just have to do things yourself if you want it done right," she lets out a soft chuckle.

Spencer returns the small laugh, and looks at you a little worried. "Do you sleep?"

"I could ask you the same question, Doctor." Delilah says sort of sarcastically, indicating the dark circles under his hazel eyes.

"Touché."

The two of them talk for a while until Spencer’s phone begins ringing from his pocket. “Hotch?”

Delilah can tell it's urgent before he even hangs up the phone.

"Sorry, I gotta go there's been a murd-"

"It's okay, Spencer. Duty calls. Go save some lives."

"Go do your business stuff," he says to her kind of awkwardly. He regrets it, but Delilah stifles a short laugh.

She watches him leave then gets back to her busy work life. It was nice to have a moment to breathe and talk to someone she liked. Someone she liked that wasn't wanting to make a deal or get a raise or get another week off.

The director yells cut, and gives a few notes. He says he's going to look at the footage really quickly and see if you need to refilm it. He checks what you just filmed and says it's actually really good. He has you film one part again, then you're free to go.

You are no longer needed on set for the rest of the day since they're just filming some case things. You decide to head to Dunkin again to speak with Jess.

"Heyyyy!"

"Hey Jess!"

"What's up?"

"Just got back from set," you say. You're already dressed in the clothes you were in this morning again. Your hair is still slicked back and you left the makeup on, deciding to just take it off at home. "Ya know surprisingly, Matthew wasn't a complete assclown today."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah. He said a few stupid things before filming, but really he didn't talk much out of character. It was a nice refresher."

Jess laughs. "Well maybe he's changing."

"Haha funny you think that. What've you been up to today?"

"Just the usual. I got to work at 9..."

"Don't you always start at 8?"

"I was... preoccupied this morning."

"Oh?" You question, pushing gently for details.

"Okay so I met a girl last night, and well we hit it off. I ended up taking her home."

"Oh my gosh! What's her name?"

"Jacklyn, she's mixed and super hot. She's tall like you, and I swear she's the sweetest thing. Very kinky though."

Your eyes widen, "Oh. Lovely. I totally needed to know that." You laugh, a bit shocked.

She shrugs with a smile.

"So what does this Jacklyn do?"

"She's a bartender but she's going back to school for cosmetology."

"Ooh cool. Well, tell me if you see her again, okay?"

"Sure thing," she winks and heads back behind the counter to assist a customer.

You finish your coffee and head back to your apartment. You have no other plans for the rest of the day, and it's only 12. You decide to strip out of your jeans and go pantless while snuggling on your couch. You tie your hair up into a low bun. You cuddle up with a soft blanket and decide to watch some Harry Potter. Goblet of Fire plays while you scroll through your phone. Eventually you get too interested in the movie, even though you've seen it a thousand times, and put down your phone.

You fall asleep on the couch with your makeup still on, which bugs the crap out of you. After a short nap, you wash your face and make some dinner. Veggie burgers are on the menu for tonight. After eating, you do some yoga and take a hot bath.

Tonight, you're hoping you can sleep better than normal since you had a relaxing thirty minute bath. You crawl into bed after getting into a matching set of purple silk jammies. This week is going to be fairly boring since you're not filming as much.

chapter six

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