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hoe4hotchner · 2 years

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Chapter 16 - 3 months

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Summary: In an upper-class residential Virginian neighborhood, monogamous values rarely get broken. A dangerous serial killer chooses to lay into dormancy exactly there for the next five years with his latest victim. Or for as long as it takes to catch him. Two highly trained and widely different agents go undercover, posing as a married couple to scope him out and make the arrest. They’ll be nothing more than professional for months, working under the same roof.

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: fluffy luffy cutenesss!!!!!

A/N: Blarrrrghhh there’s only one more real chapter left after this!!!!

Not be waking up in a cold sweat at 1am cause I forgot that I promised to post this last night.

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How it had been three months already, you did not know. Time seemed to stand still when you were with him. Just the two of you, enjoying life like you were supposed to be. And even though you’d been opposed to the idea of taking time off from the job, you knew now, that this truly had been the best thing for you to do. For the both of you.

Working was such a distant thought in the back of your head, so unfamiliar and far away, yet it was like riding a bike. Once you got back into the swing of things, you’d be able to do your job like before, like you’d always done. You would be you again. A better version of yourself perhaps.

You shuffled through the apartment, his apartment, yours now too. It was crazy how only a few months ago, this place was unfamiliar a strange thought in the back of your head. And now it was a home, your home.

The bright early morning light tumbled through the large windows, like a river in the unknown wilderness. You smiled, knowing how dark and gloomy his apartment had been before you, how dark your own had been. And now, everything was filled with bright gleeful light and colors.

Not much had been taken from your apartment, except for a few pieces of furniture in better condition than his and some knickknacks to decorate with. The pictures of the team around his home had been exchanged for photos of the two of you on one of your many adventures together.

A selfie from your first trip together, it had been to the Niagara Falls, a place none of you had seen before. It had been magical, to say the least. The massive waterfall’s whooshing water, the lavish charming nature surrounding it, almost making you forget about the tall skyscrapers behind you and the rustling sound of the city continuing its day without the two of you.

A kiss under the moonlit skies on a chilly evening. Penelope had captured that one at Rossi’s wedding to Krystall. Both dressed up for the occasion, you looked better than you’d ever done or felt before. All the pictures from that day had been filled with joy. And it was no secret to anyone who viewed specifically the pictures snapped of you, that the two of you truly had been meant for each other, that without the company of the other, you would’ve been lost.

The only pictures that had gotten to stay in the apartment after you moved it was two picture frames placed on either side of the mantle. One of Jack and one of Haley. Everyone would’ve told you that it was a red flag, that such pictures shouldn’t be kept up with a new woman in the house. But you didn’t care. You understood what they had meant to him, the pain he had felt when losing them. You didn’t want to take their memory away from him. You knew that Aaron missed Haley, that he missed Jack, but that didn’t mean that he loved you any less. That you loved him any less.

“Hi, honey. What’ya thinking about?” Aaron crept up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and nosing at the crook of your neck. His black hair was untamed as he had just woken, only having dragged himself out of bed to solve the mystery of your disappearance.

You smiled and let your head tip to the side to rest against his, while one of your arms moved behind you to hold him too.

“Just about us, about our life. About how much has happened these past couple of months, how much I love you.” Your words were soft-spoken and quiet. No need to speak any louder when the world hadn’t woken up when it was just the two of you together. And that was when he knew when everything finally clicked into place and it made sense to him.

You had spent most of the day doing the last few hobbies you could get pressed into your day, read the last few chapters of your book before it would be placed back on the shelf and forgotten about. Watched the last few episodes of a show you had started, with the intention to finish this time. You had enjoyed your last day of freedom. Tomorrow you went back to work and the constant workload that never gave any time to rest in between cases.

Aaron too had been busy, more productive than you to be true. There was something so domestic about seeing him iron his button-up and suit for tomorrow, like a housewife from the 50s. You had giggled to yourself as you had passed the open door to the bedroom on your way to take a shower. He never failed to surprise you with his little hidden quirks and goofy personality. Something that you had never before thought the man be capable of.

“I know it’s late notice, but I was wondering if you’d like to go stargazing tonight?” He asked while cleaning up the dishes after dinner, nightfall had slowly crept up on you. The sky was clear, the moon bright, and the stars easily spotted.

“I’ll always go stargazing with you.” You smiled, remembering that night in the hills, remembering the day he had asked you to move in with him. Everything was just perfect when it was just the two of you under the starry night sky.

You were curled against Aaron’s chest on the blanket you’d brought to the park with you. It was pitch black, the only light coming from the moon and lighting up the spot under the willow tree that you had taken up with your bodies.

You laid for what felt like hours, pointing out different constellations and stars that you knew the names of, telling each other the stories behind each little dot on the sky. Your conversations soon ventured out further into the universe, talking about the planets, about wormholes, and supernovas. All things so farfetched that it fell under the Reid jurisdiction.

“Will you marry me?” Aaron suddenly blurted out after a moment's silence shared between the two of you. You were surprised by his words, uncurling yourself from his frame and pushing yourself up into a sitting position. Aaron too sat up.

“What?” You giggled a bit, trying to comprehend what he had just asked you if he was serious or not.

“I had this whole speech planned, this whole ceremonial getting down on one knee and proposing like a real gentleman would, but I just… I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And want to call you mine for good (Y/N). It’s okay if you don’t want to, I get it, but I just can’t hold back anymore. I want you. I only ever want you.” Aaron’s whole body was tensed up with nerves running through every crevice and corner of his being.

You stayed silent. Not really thinking it over, you were stunned, hadn’t expected anything like this to happen to you. Never had you actually thought that you would find someone and get married. Find someone that you actually wanted to tie the knot with.

“I… Yes!” You broke, throwing yourself into his arms as you let the tears fall from your eyes. Aaron too couldn’t hold back the tears as he wrapped his arms around you tightly. You buried your head against his neck, trying your hardest to control your sobs of happiness.

“Hey.” Aaron giggled with a tear rolling down his cheek as you pulled away from each other.

“Hey yourself.” You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand, trying to compose yourself.

“I got you this.” Aaron pulled out a small box from his pocket, popping it open to reveal the most beautiful, yet simple engagement ring you’d ever seen, in many ways it reminded you of the one you had had as Amy, but this was so much better.

“I love it.” You let him put it on your finger. A perfect fit.

“Would you look at that big rock!” The girls fawned as you walked through the doors to the bullpen. Your fingers were locked with his, unknowingly showing off the beautiful clear diamond to everyone who dared look in your direction.

“Ohh! When did it happen!” JJ was eager to know, almost pulling you away from Aaron as she hurled you in the direction of the girls.

“Last night.” You smiled, knowing that a welcome back Penelope party and a Rossi party of the same caliber would both be exchanged for congratulation celebrations instead.

In the distance you could hear the boys surrounding Aaron, hauling him down with questions, atta boys, and rough pats on the back as they hugged each other.

Deep down you’d known that the team would all go crazy once they found out, but this was not what you’d imagined. You loved them so much and were glad that they were the firsts to know. Over the years they’d become your family, more so than your real one. Without them, you had no clue where you would’ve been today. Surely you wouldn’t have been engaged. You wouldn’t have known what real love felt like. What friendships, that weren’t clouded by judgment or popularity would’ve felt like. You would’ve never gotten to live your life the way that it was intended to be lived.

And you were just glad that from now on you got to spend it with the man that you loved.

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godsfavdarling · 1 month

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chapter 43

pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!oc

summary: Wedding time! (Rossi's)

list of chapters, also available on wattpad and Ao3, my masterlist

warnings: a bit of angst but also fluff and comfort!

words: 1,8k

Molly slipped into her floral purple dress, the silky fabric cascading elegantly around her figure. With a satisfied nod at her reflection, she swept her hair up into a loose bun, allowing a few strands to frame her face delicately.

Just as she was fastening her earrings, Spencer entered the room, his eyes immediately lighting up at the sight of her. "Wow, Molly, you look absolutely stunning," he breathed, crossing the room to stand beside her.

A blush crept up Molly's cheeks at his words, her heart fluttering at the warmth in his gaze. "Thank you, Spencer," she replied, unable to hide her smile. "And you... you look incredibly dashing in that dark purple suit jacket. It suits you perfectly."

Spencer grinned, a hint of pride coloring his expression as he straightened his jacket. "Thanks!" he said, his eyes lingering on her admiringly. "Shall we go?"

As they arrived at the wedding venue, the air buzzed with excitement and anticipation. Friends and family greeted them warmly, their laughter mingling with the soft strains of music drifting from the ceremony space.

Molly found herself swept up in the joyous atmosphere, catching up with Garcia and Derek as they waited for the ceremony to begin.

Later they watched the ceremony unfold before them, standing hand in hand. The air was filled with love as Krystall and Rossi exchanged vows, their words carrying across the room like gentle whispers of promise.

Spencer's grip on Molly's hand tightened slightly, a silent reassurance of his presence by her side. As they listened to the heartfelt declarations of love, Molly felt a surge of emotion welling up inside her. They shared a glance, their eyes meeting in silent understanding.

As the music filled the room, Molly swayed gently to the rhythm, her hand resting lightly on Luke's shoulder as they moved across the dance floor

They twirled and spun and Molly's gaze wandered across the room, catching sight of JJ and Spencer engaged in conversation by the bar. She couldn't help but feel a pang of unease at the sight.

But she pushed the feeling aside, focusing instead on the warmth of Luke's hand in hers and the gentle rhythm of the music as it carried them across the dance floor.

After the ceremony, as guests mingled and danced, Molly excused herself to the bathroom. As she stood before the mirror, fixing her hair, the door swung open, and JJ entered.

Molly's heart skipped a beat at the sight of her, a mixture of emotions swirling within her. She offered a tentative smile. "Hey, JJ," she greeted, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

JJ glanced up from her purse, taking out her lipstick and offering a small smile. "Hey, Molly. Having a good time?"

Molly's smile faltered slightly as she met JJ's gaze in the mirror. "Yeah, it's been nice," she replied, her tone polite but guarded. "The ceremony was beautiful, wasn't it?"

JJ nodded, her smile genuine as she touched up her lipstick. "It really was. Rossi and Krystall looked so beautiful up there."

"Yeah, they did." Molly agreed, her fingers twisting nervously around a strand of hair. The tension between them was palpable, lingering in the air like an unspoken question. "How are you?"

JJ's smile seemed forced, her eyes betraying a hint of unease. "I've been okay, you know. That last case was rough. I'm glad we made it back in time."

"Yeah, I can imagine," Molly replied, her voice tinged with sympathy. "I heard it was a lot."

JJ's smile faltered slightly, her gaze dropping back to her reflection. "Yeah, it was... intense. But we got through it, like we always do."

Molly nodded, her mind racing as she searched for the right words. "Right..." She laughed lightly, attempting to ease the tension as she started gathering her purse.

JJ's reflection tensed, her fingers freezing on the lipstick tube. "What is it?"

Molly's heart pounded in her chest as she pressed on, determined to get to the bottom of the matter. "You really have nothing else to say to me?"

JJ's eyes widened in alarm, her reflection betraying her shock. "I... I don't know what you're talking about."

Molly's frustration simmered beneath the surface as JJ continued to evade the issue. "You don't know? Or you don't want to admit it?"

JJ's gaze snapped up to meet Molly's, her eyes wide with alarm. "Molly, I..."

But she didn't let her finish, her anger boiling over at JJ's evasion. "You assumed Spencer wouldn't tell me, didn't you? You thought you could keep it a secret, that I wouldn't find out..."

JJ's mouth opened and closed soundlessly, her expression a mix of guilt and desperation. "Molly, I'm sorry..."

But Molly had heard enough. With a sharp intake of breath, she strode out of the bathroom.

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In the weeks that followed, Spencer returned home late one evening, visibly shaken and unusually quiet. Sensing his need for space, Molly decided to give him some time to himself.

Earlier that day, she had come to his apartment to prepare a meal for them, hoping to provide some comfort after what seemed like a difficult day for him. Throughout the evening, he remained silent, lost in his thoughts as he went about his routine.

Eventually, he retreated to the shower, and when he emerged, he simply crawled into bed without a word. Molly, still awake in her robe with a book in hand, soon drifted off to sleep.

It was the middle of the night when she stirred awake, her eyes adjusting to the darkness as she reached out to find Spencer's side of the bed empty. Frowning in concern, she quietly slipped out from under the covers, careful not to disturb the peaceful stillness of the room. Padding softly across the floor, she made her way to the living area.

She entered the room and her gaze fell upon Spencer sitting silently by his desk, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the window.

As Molly approached him, her thin cotton robe gently brushing against his leg, she hoped to provide some comfort in her silent presence. She settled herself on the edge of his desk, her leg grazing his, a subtle gesture to remind him of their closeness. Though Spencer remained lost in his thoughts, his gaze fixed on some distant point, Molly's stare spoke volumes.

"You're on my desk... naked," Spencer finally remarked, his tone laced with a hint of amusement.

"I'm not naked," Molly countered, a playful glint in her eyes. "A robe is clothes."

"I suppose it is," Spencer conceded with a small smile, his eyes briefly meeting hers before returning to his contemplative state.

Molly's heart ached as she watched Spencer struggle with his emotions, his fingers pressing against his eyes in a futile attempt to hold back tears. Feeling a pang of guilt for her earlier attempt to initiate intimacy, she closed her legs and withdrew her touch, giving him the space he clearly needed.

"Spencer," she began softly, her voice laced with empathy as she reached out to gently touch his arm.

"I'm sorry. It's just... she said she meant it, and I can't stop thinking about it. JJ said… she meant it. I was so in love with her, and she... I mean, why would she be with a guy like me? I was a nerd, I am a nerd."

"No, you're not," Molly countered firmly.

"Yes, I am. And I'm weird," Spencer insisted, his tone heavy with self-doubt.

"No, you're not," Molly countered firmly again, refusing to let him belittle himself. "Everybody is weird."

"Not like me," Spencer persisted, his voice tinged with frustration. "And I'm difficult and complicated. Of course she’d prefer a different kind of guy... Why would she be with someone like me?"

"Well then, why am I with you?" Molly shot back, her words slipping out before she could stop them.

Spencer's expression softened as he considered her question, his eyes searching hers for an answer. "Why are you with me?" he pressed, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Caught off guard by his question, Molly's mind raced, searching for the right words. She could say a million things, but in that moment, her thoughts were a jumbled mess. They sat there, locked in a silent exchange, the weight of Spencer's question hanging in the air between them.

"Exactly," Spencer finally said, his eyes reflecting the pain he felt as he rose from the chair. Molly's heart clenched at the sight, and she instinctively reached out, cupping his face in her hands.

"Spencer, stop. I just... I don't know how to... I can't just come up with everything I want to say like that.

You know I love you. You know how much I love you. Why wouldn't I be with you? I've never loved anyone the way I love you. I've never wanted to spend my life with someone. I've never wanted to completely give myself to someone.

You are the one. You make me go crazy. The way you care for me and love me and the way you talk and hold me and talk to me. How kind you are and gentle and good. Everything. I love everything. That's why I'm with you.

Because we are supposed to be together. I don't know if there's a god or if it was fate or destiny, but I know that you and I were meant to be. And I'm gonna keep holding on to you and to my love for you and your love for me until we are both rotting in the ground."

Spencer was moved by Molly's heartfelt words, his eyes welling up with tears as he struggled to process his emotions. He reached out to her, his hand trembling slightly as he cupped her face, feeling overwhelmed by the depth of her love.

"And you can forget about JJ and what she said. She doesn't deserve you. And I don't care that she loves you. I love you more. Nobody else could love you more," Molly continued, her voice firm and resolute.

Then she walked away, leaving Spencer standing in the same spot, his mind spinning with emotions.

"Do you want tea?" she asked, her voice echoing from the kitchen.

"Yeah... I love you," Spencer called out after her, his voice filled with emotion.

"I know," Molly replied, her words carrying a sense of reassurance and love.

They drank tea together, the warmth of the mugs comforting them as they sat in companionable silence, the soft glow of the TV casting gentle shadows across the room. Eventually, they made their way back to bed, sinking into the soft embrace of the sheets.

As they lay there, Spencer pulled Molly close, his lips seeking hers in a deep, passionate kiss. Wrapped in each other's arms, they drifted off to sleep, their hearts entwined in a sweet, peaceful slumber.

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ghostlypawn · 3 years

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cmweek ★ day seven - free choice: LOVE TROPES

#criminal minds #criminalmindsedit #cmedit #cmweek21 #if u see any spelling/grammar errors no u dont<4 #blake/strauss truthers rise!!#i say a mcu tiktok like this it was inspo #saw*#thank u for interacting w my gifs this week ily all #hotchley #morcia #spencer x maeve #matt x kristy #rossi x krystall #jemily #blake x strauss #garvez #willifer

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doyouever-daydream · 4 years

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Take me out to the ball game.

A/N So… This is the result of me being sad over Opening Day being postponed, the MLB livestreaming game 7 of 2016 WS when my Cubs won, and having watched yesterday the episode where Rossi talks about this and puts up the W in his office wall *cries thinking about it* (I thrive everytime David Rossi of Criminal Minds or Nick Miller of New Girl make a reference about the Chicago Cubs lmao) Also in my head the Simmons family are huge Nationals fans just for the sake of the story lmao. Hopefully you’ll enjoy it.

Summary: It’s MLB’s Opening Day and since the Cubs are playing against the Nationals, Rossi invites the whole BAU fam to the Nats Park. (Please remember I suck at summaries)

Pairing: I guess there’s a little Spencer Reid x SSA (y/n) (y/l/n) there but it is mostly bonding time between the BAU fam.

Warnings: None.

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“Well, this isn’t Wrigley Field but at least our Cubbies are playing” (y/n) said to David as they got to their seats.

It was MLB’s Opening Day and David had invited everyone to go and see his beloved Cubs playing against the Nationals, he was particularly excited that he finally had another Cubs fan in the team. They were both wearing Cubs jerseys and hats.

“Aren’t you supposed to be on the field playing? There’s enough of you to be a team” Prentiss teased the Simmons family, who were proudly wearing Nationals gear, all six of them had jerseys, even little Rose Mary.

“Very funny, Em, but actually we’re incomplete, there are nine team members on the diamond” Matt said with a laugh.

“Better start working on triplets then” Will said while he and JJ put sunscreen on their boys.

“Not a chance” Kristy was quick to answer braiding Lily’s hair.

The whole BAU family was there, even though not all of them were baseball fans, they felt it would be a good memory attending Opening Day all together.

“I have an extra Cubs hat if anyone wants it, maybe you Luke, come to your senses, come on” (y/n) teased Luke and he jokingly gasped while adjusting his Yankees hat.

“Haha, very funny, (y/l/n)”

“I’ll take it” Spencer, who was conveniently sitting next to her, spoke and everyone hid their smirks, they knew he was doing it so he could impress (y/n), truth was he didn’t know much about sports, he had been busy with his lectures so he couldn’t do proper research on the sport but he was willing to learn as the game progressed.

“Yes! That’s the attitude, Spence” She happily gave it to him.

“Usually I’m more into hockey and football but this could be nice” JJ thought the weather was beautiful and the atmosphere at the park was nice.

“Wait, till this lasts 4 hours or more” Kristy joked with wide eyes.

“What!?”

“This is the king of sports and now I could finally prove it to you” Rossi was ecstatic being there.

“I love you, Dave but if this goes on for more than three hours I’ll leave you up to it and I’ll go to the house, or anywhere else”

“Yup, I want to tag along if that does happen” Penelope chimed in and Luke laughed.

“Count me in, I’m mainly here for the food and the beer” Emily added with a beer already on her hand.

“Amen to that” Tara was also holding a beer and putting on her sunglasses.

“I want a hot dog!” Michael got hungry at the mention of food.

“Sure, buddy, I’ll go grab you one”

“I’ll go with you, the kids also will want food any second now” Matt was quick to follow Will and soon Tara, Emily and (y/n) joined them to buy snacks for the rest of the team.

Soon they were back with a lot of food and drinks for all nineteen of them.

They all chatted about different things, they were seated in two rows so that they weren’t that far from each other, the game started and Matt, David and (y/n) were immediately lost in the game, the three of them talking about what their teams were doing good and what they could work on.

Kristy noticed Spencer was a little bit anxious, he moved his foot and every other minute he looked at (y/n), probably wishing he knew something about baseball so he could talk to her.

“First game, Spence?” She bounced Rose who was sitting in her lap.

“Uh, yeah” He turned to her and little Rose who was having the time of her life with a foam finger, that was almost as big as her, his uncle Dave had bought for her.

“Do you want to know more about how baseball works?” She offered and Spencer nodded desperately.

“Ok, so…”

And so Kristy began to explain to Spencer everything she had learned of the sport from her dad, brothers and Matt, she enjoyed watching the games before she started dating Matt but when they started dating, Matt’s love for it rubbed off on her.

It was the middle of the fourth inning and the Presidents race was happening, the kids were excited to see it. Soon JJ and Will had their sons on their shoulders, Matt had Jake, Luke had David, Kristy had Chloe and (y/n) had Lily while Penelope carried a happy Rose.

The scene of all of them cheering on the presidents was adorable, Krystall decided to take a video to capture the scene. The race ended and the kids were on their seats again talking about how cool it was to see the presidents run.

“I want my own giant foam caricature head” A tipsy Emily declared “Let’s all make our own foam heads and have a BAU race, woo!” She screamed and everyone laughed.

“It’s a good thing she didn’t drive here” Penelope said still holding Rose.

“I’ll take her home, I’m taking Spence too” (y/n) offered as she noticed a very quiet Spencer “Are you having fun?”

“Uh, yeah, this is nice, it’s my first baseball game but Kristy helped me out understanding the rules” Reid nodded as he ran a hand through his hair nervously.

“That’s great, you should’ve told me and I could’ve explained it to you on our way here”

“Don’t worry, it’s ok” His smile made (y/n) melt, his eyes looked particularly beautiful with the sunlight above them.

“Maybe it was best that Kristy explained it to you, I can get intense as I’m sure you noticed”

“I would say you’re passionate and it’s… It’s- really nice to see you talk about something you’re so passionate about, you know, besides work” He looked at her with a shy smile on his lips and noticed she was blushing, as she was going to say something Lily tapped on her shoulder.

“Aunt (y/n), are you gonna sing with me the baseball song?” She asked with a sweet voice.

“Of course, I’ll do that, maybe uncle Spencer can sing with us too” He looked terrified because he had no idea what they were talking about “We’re going to teach you a song so you can sing it with us during the middle of the 7th, ok?” More than asking, (y/n) was informing him he was going to sing with them and he nodded.

Soon it was the 7th inning stretch and everyone were on their feet ready to sing, while Emily and Penelope didn’t know all of the lyrics they did their best, the rest of them happily sang “Take me out to the ball game”, Reid had Lily in his arms as she and (y/n) waved their arms in the air to the rhythm of the baseball classic.

“Take me out to the ballgame, take me out with the crowd, buy me some peanuts and crackerjacks, I don’t care if I ever get back, let me root, root, root for the home team, if they don’t win, it’s a shame, for it’s one, two, three strikes you’re out at the old ball game”

At the end of the game the Nationals had won, leaving the Simmons family, especially the kids very happy, so David and (y/n) weren’t that sad their team had lost if it meant the little ones being happy.

The rest of the gang was also happy at how the day had turned out, as they expected they had a great time, after all, it wasn’t everyday they were able to do this kind of things all of them together.

#criminal minds #cm fanfic #emily prentiss #jennifer jj jareau #penelope garcia #tara lewis #matt simmons #david rossi #luke alvez #spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds fanfiction #lizzie writes #kristy simmons #krystall rossi

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wlwloverwrites · 3 years

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hi! i love your work it's so so good! could you do emily or jj x fem where reader has a praise kink? thanks! and u can pick whoever it doesn't matter lol. take your time :))

@ssamorg THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY INBOX FOR SO LONG. thank you for being patient. enjoy!

warnings: praise kink, thigh riding, smut (18+)

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JJ was surprised how long it took for her to notice you had a praise kink... considering she’s a profiler and all. At first she just thought you wanted to jump her bones cause you had a high libido, but it wasn’t until she had taken you to one of Rossi’s get togethers she realized.

The both of you were the first ones there, not including Rossi and Krystall. Once you had met them only 10% of your nerves were settled. Then you heard voices coming from inside the house, more people to meet.

You were by her side hand in hand, but your nerves were getting the best of you, your leg bounced under the table. JJ had to place her hand on your thigh to get you to stop. She sent you a comforting smile as you hid your face in her neck.

“Babe, they are going to love you,” she whispered “Besides what’s not to love?”

You try your best to hide the way her words affected you. You’ve always had a soft spot for her praise and you always tried to let her know how much you loved it without actually saying so.

“You’re the most perfect person in the world.”

Any other given situation, you would push her into the empty room and moan her name aloud, but now isn’t the time nor place. As her coworkers got closer the dirtier your thoughts became. All you wanted to hear was her whisper how good you are. Such a good girl.

“You must be Y/N.”

“And you’re Emily?” You ask hopefully, shaking the dark haired woman.

As the night goes on you shake new hands and have a genuine smile on your face. Try your best to eat normally, but it is a tad difficult with the filthy thoughts running through your head and JJ’s hand on your thigh. You squirm in your seat whenever she speak highly of you.

“She is the best. Her workplace would be a mess without her!”

“Honestly, the most important woman in my life.”

“She’s perfect.”

“So good to me.”

Is it hot in here? You brush off her praises and squeeze her hand. Are you trying to tell her to stop? Maybe continue? You don’t even know. What you do know is that you hot as hell and very wet between your thighs.

It was the little comments that just made you want to jump her bones. So when you get home that’s exactly what you do.

Your skirt is bunched up to your waist as soon as the front door closes. Panties pulled off by the time you reach the living room couch. Your lips are attached to hers and you’re desperately trying to undress your girlfriend.

“What’s gotten into you, sugar?” She says between kisses. Her hips on your waist holding your skirt as you get comfortable on top of her thigh.

“I’m so wet,” you groan as you push your pussy against her bare thigh.

You were wet, dripping between your thighs. Your clit is throbbing with need and Miss Jennifer Jareau is moving too slow.

“Fuck me please.”

“No, no, no. Sweet girl, tell me why you’re being like this,” she’s curious.

And you don’t blame her. Sure you’re horny sometimes. But this? You’re never like this.

“Be a good girl and tell me.”

Groan at her ironic choice of words. Riding her thigh even faster, harder. “Just want to be a good girl. Tell me I’m good.”

“Oh, sugar. That’s what this is.” She says more to herself then to you. “You want me to tell you how perfect you are?”

You nod violently. Almost crying out when she bumps her leg up and down. The movement causing a filthy sensation between your thighs.

“My sweet sweet girl. Come for me.”

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aperrywilliams · 2 years

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Protecting You (Spencer Reid x Maxine Brenner)

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Max Brenner

Ask: “Hello, you can write something like that Spencer is trying to protect max (let's say someone appears who, as always, threatens the team and from bdizkiim), but does not come up with anything better than breaking up with her. Only with a good ending.”

Summary: An elusive unsub threatened the whole team and their loved ones. Spencer is scared of something bad could happen to Max so he decided it's better to break up with her.

Word Count: 4.5k.

Warnings: Kidnapping. Physical injuries (not detailed). Mention to blood. Some strong words. If I missed something, let me know.

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“What?! Spencer, are you serious about this?” Max asked, standing from her couch and looking at Spencer in disbelief.

Was he breaking up with her?

Spencer winced, seeing how Max tried to make sense of the current situation. He averted her gaze; he couldn’t stand the betrayal look in her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

“Are you? Why don’t you explain to me what happened? What did I do? I thought we were good. I - I don’t understand,” Max stuttered. Her voice was small and full of confusion. Spencer hated himself for doing this, but it was the only way. He loves Max too much to put her in danger.

“It’s not you. Believe me! You did nothing wrong, I promise,” Spencer tried to explain without disclosing the real reason for this decision.

Max shook her head.

“Spencer. I know that sometimes I ask too much. I know that it’s difficult for me to fit in your world, but I’m trying. I’m trying because I love you! I can try to fix whatever I did or did not. Just, please. Tell me how,” she begged.

Max wasn’t a woman who pleads in a relationship. The times were guys dumped her, she handled it and moved on. But now, it was different. A year of relationship with Spencer was enough for her to admit that she could do whatever he asked for because she knew - or she thought - it was mutual.

“I don’t want to hurt you. And my job eventually would do that. You deserve better, Max. Much better than me. I’m sorry.”

Max was still so shocked that she couldn’t say anything when Spencer grabbed his jacket and left the apartment.

She only reacted when the silence engulfed the space, sitting on the floor, with her knees on her chest and her arms wrapping them. She was trying to protect herself, but the pain was so overwhelming that she only could cry.

Loud sobs filled the empty room for hours. -

Spencer woke up the following day with an ache in his chest and a pounding head. He didn’t sleep at all. He repeated that what he did had to be done for Max’s safety, although it would mean that she’d hate him for the rest of her life.

Tara could say that the genius wasn’t okay when he got to the bullpen. But she didn’t mention it.

The team was having a hard time trying to catch an unsub that targeted them and their families. Emily instructed anyone to be careful, although they would have police protection.

JJ, Will, and the kids moved to a safe house. The same did Matt and his family. Emily warned her mom just in case, although it was less probably she could be targeted. Rossi sent Krystal to a safe house as well. Tara lived with Emily, Luke with Penelope, having a police patrol in their streets constantly.

Spencer had a police patrol in his street, but he didn’t want to drag Max to this ordeal. Knowing her, she wouldn’t accept having the police on her building and not doing her life as she does daily. That’s why Spencer thought it was better if she was not linked with him by any means. The unsub would discard her as a target. He had to push her out of his life and, consequently, out of the unsub’s radar.

Emily called the team to the conference room to update them about the case.

“There is a lead, but nothing guarantees that we can catch this guy. In the meantime, JJ and Matt will help us with the case from the safety houses. We are the field task group right now,” Emily informed. Everyone nodded. “Okay, about the lead we have. Garcia, check the coordinates I gave you. We have to go there and take our chance.”

“On it,” Garcia replied, tipping on her keyboard. -

Five days passed since Spencer broke up with her, and Max wasn’t doing okay. She tried. She told herself that maybe it was a misunderstanding and Spencer would come back to talk to her. It didn’t happen.

What’s coming next after the denying stage?: the anger. Even if Max thought Spencer could have reasons, she was sure he didn’t tell her the truth. One year of relationship was enough to know some clues about Spencer’s behavior. Max knew something had happened, but she didn’t pinpoint it. Did he find love with another woman? Was Spencer in trouble? Was he tired of her?

Answers. Okay, maybe Max would accept the breakup, but she needed the truth. That was what she needed.

After her shift, Max grabbed her purse and headed to the BAU. Maybe Spencer was away working in a case, but if that was the scenario, perhaps someone actually could explain to her what was happening with Spencer: Penelope.

“Honey, I’m sorry. It’s not my story to tell, but I’m sure Spencer will think better about it, and he will come back to you,” Penelope tried to reassure her after Max told her what happened with Spencer.

Garcia was dying to tell her about the unsub, but she couldn’t do that. Maybe Spencer had other reasons, and she didn’t want to fuck it up. Nonetheless, it broke her heart to see Max so afflicted.

“It doesn’t work like that, Penelope. I don’t want to be harsh, but if he would get to regret this, the reason must be convincing enough. I’m mad at him, although the fact I love him with my entire being. Things shouldn’t be like this. He should be able to trust me. But if he can not do that, there is nothing more I could do,” Max sighed. “Are you sure there is no other woman? I’m sorry, I know he’s your friend, but everything happened so suddenly that I don’t know what to think,” Max admitted guilt.

“It’s okay. Don’t apologize for that. And for what I know and I could see, the genius loves you like I never saw him love anybody. I don’t think that would be why he did it,” Garcia hypothesized.

Max nodded, trying to believe in what Penelope told her. Defeated, she left the BAU heading home. Max didn’t get the answers she needed. Maybe she would never get them.

A defeated team entered the bullpen two days after. They were tired and angry. The lead they had was an end road. And the unsub killed two more victims only to taunt them.

Passing the glass doors and even before they could reach their desks, a firm voice was heard coming from the conference room.

“Spencer Reid, bring your not-so-smart-ass here immediately!” Garcia shouts. Tara and Luke stared at Garcia and then Spencer, who had a confused look.

“Garcia, what’s this?” Emily asked, not amused at the rough interpellation.

“With all due respect, boss. I need to have a serious talk with the resident genius right now. If you knew what I know, you would agree with me.”

“What? What do you know?” Spencer rebutted.

“Okay. I see. But, please, can we skip the yelling part?” Emily said, moving to her office. She hasn’t the energy to deal with domestics issues right now.

“Yeah. I’m sorry, boss. Reid? Are you coming or not?”

“I don’t know if it’s a good idea...” He stuttered.

“C’mon, Reid. Just do what she says for everyone’s sake,” Rossi urged, moving to his office as well.

The genius strolled to the conference room, unsure why Garcia was so mad at him.

“What did you do?” Garcia interjected.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, and all the fuss out there? Honestly, Garcia? We had terrible days in New York believing that we could catch this unsub. Nobody is in the mood,” an annoyed Spencer spoke.

“You broke up with Max,” Garcia yelled. Spencer’s eyes widened.

“How do you know - “ Spencer tried to ask.

“She told me,” Garcia cut him off. “And, honestly, Reid? The ‘demanding job’ bullshit? I don’t buy it, and she doesn’t, too,” Penelope said, arms crossed over her chest.

Spencer downcasted his gaze. He was embarrassed. But mostly mad at himself for the damage he did to Max. Of course, Max wouldn’t believe him. She’s smart enough to know that he was lying. He didn’t tell her the truth and hurt her more than he intended to.

“Did she tell you that?”

“She knows something is off. The poor girl believed that you had another woman! She told me that she thinks she is not enough for you, and you got tired of her!”

“That’s not true! I love her!” Spencer defended.

“Nice way to show it,” Garcia scoffed.

“I’m trying to protect her! You know why! You have seen what this guy does to his victims. I can’t stand the thought that something like that could happen to Max. I can’t...”

“But you lied to her, Spencer. That’s not the way either. You still can protect her without breaking her heart!”

“Fuck. What have I done?” Spencer lamented.

“You fucked it up, pal. Really bad. But she needs to know, though. Even if Max will never forgive you, she deserves to know,” Garcia pointed.

Spencer rushed to Max’s apartment. He hadn’t precisely thought what to say, but Garcia is right. Max deserves the truth.

When he got to her door, Spencer knocked three times. But he got no answer. Was she at home? It was nearly 7 pm. Her shift ended at 5.30. Weird. Maybe she went to Michelle’s or her dad’s. Taking his phone, Spencer dialed Max’s number. It went directly to voice mail. Did she block him? Maybe something happened to her.

Spencer started to panic.

He used his spare key to get in.

It was Wednesday. The apartment was as if she had left in the morning and wasn’t returned home yet. Some cups were scattered in the sink, the newspaper from Tuesday on the coffee table.

He tried calling her again. Voicemail.

Spencer got a bad feeling.

He called to her work, and they didn’t see Max since Monday. The same said his dad and Michelle.

Something happened to Max. Spencer called Emily. She told him not to freak out yet but still instructed Garcia to collect everything she could to have Max’s whereabouts.

The clock struck midnight, and Spencer was in the BAU with Garcia, Prentiss, Rossi, and Tara.

Spencer was right. Garcia reviewed the footage from Max’s building, and she didn’t make it home Monday afternoon. They checked every camera available in Max’s regular route. When she left the metro station, they noticed that a car had followed her. In the next corner, Max had disappeared.

Spencer wanted to slam his head to the wall.

“It’s my fault. It’s my fucking fault,” Spencer lamented.

“Don’t say that. We don’t know if we’re talking about the same unsub,” Emily tried to reassure him.

“Even though, why in the Earth you thought it was a good idea not to warn her?” Rossi pointed. The three girls in the room looked at David with scolding eyes. Spencer nodded.

“Rossi is right. It was the dumbest thing I did. And I have done several dumb things in my life,” Spencer sighed.

“We’ll find her,” Garcia sentenced.

“I have to tell this to her family,” Spencer mumbled.

“We’ll figure it out. For now, I think I should be the one who talks to the Brenners.” Emily pointed.

When Max woke up and opened her eyes, she noticed she was tied up to a chair. She couldn’t move. Her feet were tied up too. It was a dark room, barely illuminated by an old bulb. Then she remembered. She walked from the metro, almost reaching her building when two men grabbed her and pulled her into a car. They blindfolded her, and when she tried to release herself from their grip, one of them hit her with a gun. She lost consciousness until now.

‘Are you fucking kidding me,’ she mumbled to herself, now feeling the pain in her head.

“Oh, the princess is awake,” a male voice teased Max. She couldn’t see him; he was behind her.

“What do you want? Money? I don’t have any. I don’t know you either. Why I’m here?” Max asked, trying to look calm although she was scared.

“Always do you ask so many questions? You strike me like a bossy girl—no wonder why Dr. Reid likes you,” the man quipped. Max’s heart stopped hearing Spencer’s name.

“Spencer? What about him? Is he okay?” She rushed to ask.

“Easy girl, everything will be revealed at the right moment. But I’m curious about how you can be worried about him when he dumped you,” the man questioned, mocking at her. Max huffed.

“Fuck you!”

“Hey! Watch that mouth! I don’t have as much patience as your boyfriend - sorry, ex-boyfriend,” the man taunted again. This time Max assumed it was prudent not to say anything. But now, she was sure that this ordeal had to be with Spence, the BAU, or both.

‘What an appropriate time,’ Max thought.

“Try to sleep, princess. You’ll need it,” the man said and left the room.

Max tried to focus on where she was. She suspected she was in a basement but not in a house; the room was huge. It was the night she guessed because there was a tiny window at the top of the front wall, and she could see red, blue, and green lights, as the street advertises usually has. The small window let her see a grey building in a corner. An alley, perhaps? She tried to think, but she was tired. After some hours, she indeed fell asleep.

The man returned after the sun came out. Max opened her eyes, feeling someone looking at her. When she saw who it was, she groaned. She hasn’t dreamed the thing. It was real.

“Okay, princess. It’s time to start the show.” The man piped, smirking. Then he opened a briefcase and pulled out a cellphone and several pictures of the BAU team and their families. Scattering over a large table, Max could see all the photos. One of those picked her attention: it showed Spencer leaving her building. He was wearing the same clothes the day he broke up with her. She could see his face clearly. Spencer was crying. A lump stuck in Max’s throat.

“The good doctor doesn’t look happy there,” the man pointed. “That’s the reason you’re here, princess.”

“I don’t understand,” Max mumbled quietly.

“You’ll see. I have been tracking the BAU for a while. They ruined my life, and I’ll return them the favor. And you’ll help me. They will lose a loved one, and you’re the doctor’s one.”

“You’re wrong. I’m not Spencer’s loved one. Did do you remember he broke up with me?” Max said, trying not to break in front of the man. Max understood what Spencer tried to do, and she was trying to make it work, although it broke her heart.

“Don’t fool yourself. Doctor Reid tried to fool me, breaking up with you so I wouldn’t pick you. But I’m smartest than the BAU’s genius. And for that, you’ll be the first I kill.”

The man’s laugh made Max wince. She would die there.

“You don’t have to do that,” Max muttered as a preservation reflex.

“Oh, honey. I have, and I will. But first, we’ll have some fun. Smile!” the unsub said, shooting a pic of her with the cellphone. Then he pressed the send button.

The buzz of Spencer’s phone woke him up. He had fallen asleep in a chair with his head over the round table. Penelope was nose deep on her laptop in front of him. Spencer grabbed his phone and saw a message with a pic of Max attached.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “He has her. He has Max!” the young doctor yelled, showing the image to Garcia. The text read: ‘Did you think I wouldn’t notice her? If you want to see her again, you have to know who I am and remember how YOU ruined my life.’

That was the proof they needed to know they were dealing with the same unsub.

“Okay, we won’t lose him again,” Prentiss declared when everybody joined the conference room. JJ and Matt were there too. They knew what had happened, and they promised to help to find Max and the unsub. Penelope ran every piece of video or photo they could find.

Rossi and JJ searched in every case the BAU worked with the same MO. Emily called other agencies for help. The time was against them.

Spencer tried to assist, but he couldn’t do anything but blame himself. Tara helped him to clear his head a bit so he could provide some clues that could be useful.

Thursday night, they got a name: Albert Pricket. This unsub was captured by the BAU ten years ago, but he escaped last year, and nobody notified the BAU. Now he had a vendetta, mainly focused on Reid, who was the agent that took him down the first time. Now every made sense. That didn’t make Spencer feels better, though.

“Okay, now we have to know where he is,” Prentiss mused.

At that very moment, Spencer’s phone went off. Garcia was tracking the call.

“Hello?”

“Doctor Reid. I guess you know who I am now,” the man spoke.

“Albert. I know,” Spencer replied.

“Still the genius, right?” Pricket mocked.

“Albert, I need to know Max is alive and okay,” Spencer demanded.

“She’s alive. I can assure you that. But ‘okay’ could be relative, right honey?” The man asked rhetorically. “You could see for yourself. Your tech can show you.”

Everyone looked at Penelope, who frantically typed in her laptop. When she indeed found something, her face went pale. After turning the laptop screen, everybody could see a live video that showed Max tied up to a chair, full of bruises on her face and dried blood on her forehead and arms.

“What did you do to her!” Spencer freaked out.

“Calm down, doctor. It’s her fault. She didn’t cooperate that much. But now she is ready to send you a message,” Albert said and hung up immediately, so he wouldn’t be traced.

The looks turned to the screen when they heard Albert’s voice.

“Come on, princess. Now it’s your turn. You can talk to him. Tell him what you need to say,” he demanded.

Spencer’s eyes were a blur from the tears that started to fall.

A tired and beaten Max looked at the camera.

“Spencer? Are you seeing this? Right? I - I’m okay. But I don’t know for how long. I need to say things to you, though. Even if you don’t love me anymore...” Max’s voice trembled, so she had to pause a bit.

Spencer was fully crying right now.

“Hey, Walt. Listen to me, please.” That made Spencer perk up and narrow his eyes. She knew he hated his middle name, even ‘Walt,’ the short for Walter. Max never called him Walt.

“This is your fault. You know that already...”

The team couldn’t believe that Max was telling those things. But Spencer didn’t say anything and was listening carefully.

“Even though, you need to know that I loved you. Do you remember our first kiss? In that crowded club? I didn’t know I could fall so fast for you. That night, with the neon lights over our heads, I saw stars, and I felt sparks. I should have known you would dump me like trash. After my death, maybe you would hide our story in a box in your basement. I don’t know, and I don’t care. You can run away to another state or country, but your mind always will return to the same place. Where we promised to love each other forever, that promise you broke so quickly...”

“Enough! Stop talking. Don’t waste the time you have left,” Albert cut off. “Okay, doctor Reid. That’s all. Now you would have to live with the guilt.”

Then the transmission ended.

“Garcia?” Emily urged.

“I couldn’t track it. He used UK IPs and Canadians and then Americans and finally Australians...” Garcia trailed off.

“Spence,” JJ spoke, seeing the genius deep in thoughts. “Surely she said that because Pricket forced her.”

“No! I’m trying to figure out. Max never calls me Walt. I mean, never! And the facts she recounted? They are not true. Our first kiss was in that elevator!” Spencer pointed to the glass doors.

“So why did she say all those things?” Tara questioned.

“They are bread crumbs,” Prentiss concluded.

“A location?” Rossi interjected.

“A club. But Max couldn’t have known that. A crowded place? There must be people around. My box in a basement? I don’t have a basement in my building. She is in one. Where did we promise to love each other? Not another state, not another country! Garcia, the transmission, in what part of DC jumped?”

“Oh, you’re the genius couple!” She chirped with excitement. “Downtown. Coincidentally, an area where Pricket’s family had a factory.”

“Okay, let’s go!” Prentiss instructed.

They got to the abandoned factory. It was dark, but the factory was in an alley that led to a building with neon lights at the entrance. Surely it was a nightclub. Spencer knew that it was the place. Max described that exact location.

They hopped off the SUVs and prepared to get in. How would they do it? The surprise factor would work? What if Albert knows they are there?

With the SWAT team’s help, they covered every entrance and scanned the place with heat detector monitors. Then left side of the building showed movement. So they prepared to storm in.

They were about to bridge when a scream was heard.

“Max!” Spencer gasped, running inside the building, aiming his gun. The team and the SWAT followed suit.

They didn't count on the men guarding the building for Albert. Seeing the police, the men started to shoot them. Prentiss and Luke covered Spencer, shooting back. The young doctor wasn’t paying attention. He just wanted to reach the basement where Max was.

As the rest of the team and SWAT took care of Albert’s associates, Spencer reached the basement and stopped immediately when he saw Albert holding Max from behind. A knife threatening her throat. Spencer pointed his gun to Albert.

“Don’t even think about it, doctor Reid. You move, she dies. Understood?”

Spencer rose his hands in surrender. Still with his gun in one hand.

“Okay, okay. I’m not moving. Just leave her alone. She hasn’t to do anything with this. It’s me who you want, not her,” Spencer tried to convince him.

“Drop your weapon!” Albert yelled.

“Okay! Easy Albert. You don’t have to do this,” Spencer said, kneeling to put his gun down.

“Spencer, don’t. Shoot him! He’ll escape if you don’t stop him,” Max shouted.

“I can’t. He would hurt you,” Spencer explained, still kneeled but with a grasp on his gun.

“Yeah, princess. The good doctor is right!” Pricket added. “And the rest of you don’t dare to enter the room, or I kill them both!” Albert said, hearing the BAU team and SWAT approaching.

“He’s a liar. He’ll kill me anyway. Spencer, please… end this,” Max rebutted, tears falling down her cheeks. Spencer’s heart broke seeing her so helpless.

“Your gun!” Albert yelled again, tightening his grasp on Max. Spencer quickly put his gun down and kicked it aside, far from him. “Now, doctor Reid, tell your ex-girlfriend what you want to say to her before we get out of here!”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Spencer mumbled, making eye contact with Max. She looked at him in understanding.

“I know; I still love you, Spencer. And I’m sorry too,” Max muttered, looking at him intensively as she wanted to say something else.

Spencer frowned.

In a second, and feeling that Pricket holds on to her lose a bit, Max kicked Albert’s ankle. Pricket hissed, and Max rushed to move away from the knife, but he still had her arm gripped, and the blade cut a bit of Max’s neck skin. Spencer rushed over them and launched over Albert, plummeting to the floor. In the fall, Pricket drop the knife and Spencer punched his face. But Pricket fought back, kicking Reid’s ribs.

“Spencer!” Max yelled and the rest of the team stormed in. Matt and Luke rushed over Pricket as Rossi and Prentiss stopped Spencer.

JJ rushed over to Max to see if she was okay.

When Spencer noticed that Pricket wasn’t a threat anymore, he turned to see Max. They locked eyes, and she ran to him. Spencer opened his arms to her.

“It’s okay. It’s okay. You’re safe now,” Spencer mumbled in Max’s hair as they melted in a tight embrace. She was shaking.

“He hurt you…”

“No. No, I’m fine. You’re hurt, though,” Spencer mentioned, looking Max’s bruised and cut.

“I’m sorry. I should have been more careful,” Max tried to apologize.

“Please, don’t say that. You had no way of knowing,” Spencer told Max.

“That’s why you broke up with me, didn't you?” She asked carefully.

“Yes. It was stupid. I hurt you. I didn't think this could happen. I’m sorry. I was so stupid, I should have realized that he already knew everything about us. I thought I could really protect you. I’m sorry, Max,” Spencer apologized, taking her hands in his.

“All those things I said at the camera... I didn't mean it,” Max explained.

“I know. That's how we found you. I knew you wanted to attract my attention to this. You know I hate my middle name. You did good, Max,” Spencer said.

“There was a moment when I really thought I'd never see you again,” Max sputtered, remembering the past hours in that basement and tightening the hold on Spencer’s hands.

“You were so brave. You held on. You did so well. I know that my words could mean nothing to you now, but I’m so proud of you.”

Max looked at Spencer and shook her head.

“I know why you did it. It wasn’t the smartest thing, but I get it. I only need to know how you really feel about me. If you want me out of your life for good.”

Max’s voice trembled, but she wanted to stay strong because this could be the real end of their relationship.

“I’m such a jerk. I know. But this jerk loves you so much that it hurts. I’m still afraid of what this job can do to us, but I don't want to lose you. I love you, Max Brenner. And still, I want to protect you. I won’t fail next time. I promise.”

Max's eyes went glassy, but this time with happy tears.

“We can protect each other, Spencer. It’s not only on you. We can do it together,” Max said, reaching his cheek to stroke it lovingly. Spencer leaned into her touch.

“Can you forgive me? Can we start again?” He asked cautiously.

“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend again?” She teased. Spencer chuckled.

“Yes. Would you be my girlfriend, Max? Again?”

Max giggled and wrapped her arms around Spencer's neck, kissing his cheek.

“Yes. I would love to. But next time, if some freak is haunting you, let me know first, okay?”

“Deal,” Spencer agreed, hugging her tightly.

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sinfulspencer · 3 years

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Addicted to a losing game.

Prompt: Rossi is getting married, the whole team is present. Y/N doesn't have a date but Spencer does. And it's not her.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Rating: angst

Warnings: unrequited love

Words: 7k

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Guess mine is not the first heart broken My eyes are not the first to cry I'm not the first to know There's just no getting over you

When Y/N received the wedding invitation from Rossi, she was over the moon with joy.

She opened the envelope on a Friday night, while she was having JJ, Emily, and Tara over for a decent “girls night out” after a few tough cases during the same month.

They were all super excited for Rossi, especially because they remembered how Garcia ruined his proposal; he had to find a way to fix it, to make it memorable, and he did, asking her in front of the whole team when they stepped out of the jet right after a case.

It was adorable, it was sweet and every single person in the team shared a tear. Y/N has always loved to attend weddings, even though she has never had a person to go with. She had the chance to go out and buy a decent dress for the occasion, a new purse, and a new pair of shoes; it gave her the possibility to change her weekend routine, pushing her out of her apartment.

Though every single one of her friends had a date, Y/N didn't care because she loved the atmosphere during the ceremony and right after, during the banquet, where everyone would enjoy their food, meet new people, and have fun while celebrating their friends' happiness.

Sure, maybe having a plus one at a wedding could've been nicer, but.

Y/N couldn't wait to see everyone dressed with smokings, long gowns, hats and all of those items people usually wear at a wedding. She couldn't wait to dance with her colleagues to slow love songs on the dancefloor or cry while watching Rossi and Krystall's first dance as a married couple.

Because, the truth is, Y/N loves weddings.

Weddings are all about happiness, joy, a promise of a life spent together.

It's official, it's permanent. It's the joining of two people in a bond that lasts until death.

Y/N has seen Rossi and Krystall's relationship blossom, transforming into such a deep and intense bond that made her question herself if she was ever going to be able to find someone. What they had and what they have now is everything she wants with someone, a someone that is unfortunately with somebody else. The ceremony was quick – or at least, she thought it was.

Her eyes were too busy lingering on the beautiful man standing right in front of her, wearing a black suit that fit him a bit too well for her tastes. Y/N couldn't take her eyes off him because he looked extremely stunning – but his eyes were on someone else, someone holding his hand and leaning her head on his shoulder.

JJ and Emily are dancing with their partners on the dancefloor, their smiles are nothing compared to the one on David's face as he gently swings his new wife. He looks extremely relaxed, his lips curved into a soft smile and his eyes show love to his partner, his soulmate, the woman he's going to spend the rest of his life with. And Kyrstall is leaning his head on his shoulders, listening to the song playing in the background as she moves on the dancefloor with her body pressed on his.

They look so in love, like the two missing pieces of a puzzle that is now perfectly whole.

But, as much as it pains Y/N to say it, so do Spencer and Max.

Y/N wishes her eyes wouldn't have wandered on them, but unfortunately it is hard for her not to stare at them, because they look so happy together.

And who is Y/N to ruin everything between them?

Who is she to wish them bad things, like a breakup?

Who is she to hope that Spencer would turn around, run to her and tell her that he has always been in love with her since the beginning?

She knows that she's supposed to be happy for Rossi – and she is, because he's like a father to her and she has always wished him all the best even when he made her mad during a case – and she's supposed to be focused on helping Krystall with her long white gown to prevent her from tripping, but Y/N's heart is too focused on breaking in million little pieces because of the other couple.

Spencer is holding his girlfriend with both hands, his eyes saying everything Y/N has always wished he would speak to her, and his movements are slow, following the music's rhythm. He looks like a prince with his princess, and it pains Y/N because that princess isn't her.

She knew he was going to bring Max to the wedding, but she didn't think it would hurt this much.

Loving someone from afar can easily kill you within a second, and right now, Y/N feels like someone is stabbing her in the chest over and over. She can't do anything but stare at them, faking a smile when JJ looks over at her to make sure she's okay. And Y/N pretends that everything is fine, because there's no point in ruining someone's wedding over a stupid heartbreak.

It's not the first time someone gets their heart broken.

It's not the first time someone falls in love with a person that doesn't love them back.

And it's definitely not the first time Y/N has to watch a person loving another girl the same way she loves him, endlessly and foolishly.

But it hurts more now because it is Spencer.

He doesn't know that Y/N loves him, of course not.

She's a good actress, she's amazing at hiding her feelings and never sharing them with anyone – there's no point in telling someone that she is totally head over heels for a man that considers her his best friend – and she's even better at knowing that telling him the truth means losing him once and for all.

Ever since he found himself a girlfriend, Spencer has been more open.

And, most importantly, happier.

Y/N doesn't want to take his happiness away.

There's a stupid phrase that people say when the person they're in love with, doesn't love them back: “If he's happy, then I'm happy”.

Y/N thinks it is completely stupid, a phrase that doesn't make any sense and it should never be said for a simple reason: how can you be happy for them when you are wishing to be the reason of their happiness, knowing you are not that for them?

It hurts, it breaks your heart, it tears you apart and it makes you realize that you are not the person that is making their eyes shine, you're not making their heart skip a beat, you're not making them weak at their knees when you're in front of them, you're not making them wish you'd be there for them, kissing them and holding them the way you are. Because you wish all these things – and probably more – but they're not.

No, they don't care about you the way that you care about them.

How can you be happy to see them together, kissing and holding hands in front of you? How can you be happy to watch them loving her the same way you wish you were able to? How can you be happy for them at all?

Y/N hates these thoughts with every fiber in her body.

She hates not being able to be that person for him, she hates that he has found love somewhere else, in someone else that is not her. And she hates not being able to get him off her mind, to be sincerely happy for him now that he has found a reason to smile every single day, to come to work without a pout on his lips.

“Y/N?”

She snaps out of her thoughts, finding Spencer right in front of her – and Maxine beside him.

“Uh, yes?”

“I wanted to introduce you to my girlfriend. - says Spencer, a weak smile on his lips – I haven't had the chance to do that earlier, but now I do. Y/N, this is Maxine. Maxine, this is Y/N, my best friend.”

Maxine looks adorable in her pale green dress, her curves perfectly fitting the fabric. She is a very beautiful woman and she must be very interesting and smart to have captured the attention of Doctor Reid. So maybe those are the reasons why Y/N is not in her place now: she's not that pretty, she's not that smart, she doesn't look good in her dress.

“It's an honour to meet you, Spencer speaks highly of you.”

Maxine's voice is so sweet, so gentle.

And her smile is calming, just like her whole persona. She is totally different from Y/N, and maybe that's another reason why Spencer has never dared to look at her the way he did with Maxine.

“I bet he does. - Y/N's voice is more stern now, less sweet and filled with venom – Nice to meet you.”

Spencer puts a hand on his best friend's shoulder. “Are you enjoying the wedding?”

But the young woman doesn't say anything, she just shrugs.

Maxine is uncomfortable and Y/N can see it in her eyes because she shifts towards her boyfriend, slowly pulling on his coat; she probably sensed that the young woman in front of them is not really in the mood for talking to them.

“I'm going to get something to drink, I'm thirsty. - says Spencer, noticing Maxine's gesture – We'll see you later, Y/N.”

But Y/N doesn't want to see them later.

All she wants is for them to disappear somewhere and leave her all alone to enjoy Rossi's wedding, maybe dance with JJ on the dancefloor and laugh with Luke and Garcia about something they remembered.

When Maxine beings to walk away from there, Y/N's eyes wander on her again but this time, Spencer is looking at her.

He doesn't say anything, he just stares at his friend for a few seconds; his eyes are almost telling her to stop, to behave, to act like a decent human being and show some respect for his girlfriend.

And Y/N immediately feels bad, turning away from him as her cheeks get red and she feels her heart breaking once more.

He saw her. What is he thinking about her now?

Y/N forgot to hide her emotions for a single second. She shouldn't have. She should've been more careful, more sweet, more gentle, pretending to be her usual self, the chirpy happy friend Spencer has always been close to.

Spencer Reid was able to perceive her emotions with just one look and now Y/N is panicking, because she doesn't know what he saw. And if he saw anger, jealousy, hatred, he's never going to be close to her again.

Y/N looks up again and notices Spencer, with an arm wrapped around Maxine's waist, leaning down to kiss her lips. And that's all it takes for Y/N to cover her mouth with a hand and turn away again, her chest almost hurting from breathing – she's not even sure she was breathing right.

It hurts.

Everything hurts and Y/N can't stop yelling in her mind.

Why did she fall in love with him? Why can't she get him out of her mind? He has a girlfriend, she knew it for the past three weeks and yet, she didn't think about it; no, she had to see it, she had to be hurt in order to realize that everything she's thinking is wrong.

Yes, because hoping they break up is disgusting.

It's completely wrong, it's painfully wrong because Spencer deserves all the happiness in the world. He has been through so much and right now he has found a woman that makes him feel good, that likes him for who he is.

But why can't that woman be Y/N? Why can't she be the one in his arms, the one feeling his lips on hers, the one dancing with him?

Why?

Y/N stands up from her chair and before she can run towards the bathroom to be alone for a split second, JJ pulls her by the arm to stop her. Y/N glances at her, fear spreading through her body, noticing JJ's blue eyes watching her and silently asking her if she's okay.

But of course, Y/N is okay. She has never been better in her whole life. She cannot be not okay, she's at a wedding.

“I...”

JJ blinks, not moving from where she's standing. “Y/N, look at me.”

But Y/N doesn't want to, she's terrified JJ might understand what is going on and it's something that the young woman is not ready for. No, not a fucking wedding. Not when she's supposed to be ecstatic, dancing with Rossi and giggling with Krystall on the dancefloor while they're dancing to some weird italian songs playing from the speakers.

No, not when the whole team is there.

Y/N hates herself right now.

She hates everything and everyone because she can't force herself to be happy for just one day, for just a moment that will be over before she knows it. And it's all because Spencer Reid saw her.

“I have to get out of here.”

Y/N's voice is barely a whisper, a voice that thankfully vanishes inside the music echoing in the room so no one can hear her but JJ. And her colleague doesn't seem to let this situation go, slipping away from her hands.

“Come with me.”

JJ slides her right hand into Y/N's, intertwining their fingers as they sway towards the main door. No one dares to approach them, too focused on the slow music playing through the speakers while Rossi and Krystall are sharing their first dance together.

But still, Y/N feels like all the eyes are on them, on her exactly.

The tears are starting to sting in her eyes, her throat is completely dry as she tries her best not to let anyone see that she's breaking inside.

It's pathetic.

The whole situation is just so stupid.

JJ swings the door open, the fresh air of the night caress Y/N's arm as she takes a deep breath and feels alive again. Maybe that's she needed, maybe going out for a few moments was exactly what was going to help her but then realisation hits.

And now, she doesn't need air.

“I shouldn't have come here.”

Those words come out Y/N's mouth and JJ shakes her head, because it's not true. She was supposed to come to the wedding to celebrate Rossi, his colleague and close friend, his almost-fatherly-figure, finding the love of his life; instead, she's letting her heart ruining everything. JJ gently pushes Y/N towards the wooden bench not far away from the door.

They're alone outside, away from the crowd of people cheering inside.

“What is up with you, Y/N?”

JJ kneels in front of her, careful not to ruin her dark red dress.

Y/N doesn't look up, shaking her head as the first tear escapes her eyes and falls down her face. She can't open her mouth, she can't let out all that is running through her mind, she just can't. If she does, JJ is going to take Spencer's side and will leave Y/N. It's just stupid.

“You can talk to me, I'm not going to judge you.”

Still, Y/N shakes her head. “We should get back.”

“Not until you feel better. - says JJ, sitting beside her as she glances at the door – We're alone, no one is going to hear us. If you let it out, maybe...”

This time, Y/N snaps her head up and looks at her friend.

She can clearly see that JJ is worried, her blue eyes studying her face, silently encouraging her to open her heart and let it all out. But she can't, she just can't. Not right now, at least, not when she's at a wedding. Not when she has make up on, a beautiful long gown that she bought with Emily and Garcia, not when she's supposed to be happy.

“I'm afraid of all I'm hoping.”

JJ blinks, her hand still holding her so tightly. “What are you hoping?”

Y/N lowers her eyes, brushing the back of her free hand on her cheek. “That they would break up.”

Her colleague doesn't need an explanation because she finally understands. JJ noticed that, when Spencer and Maxine arrived at the restaurant, Y/N stopped acting like herself.

The walls that JJ was able to push down came immediately back up, a fake smile appeared on her friend's lips, her joyful happy became cold, angry, jealous.

“I know I'm supposed to be happy for them. Love isn't something like snatching someone from their happiness. She's making him happy. I should accept it, I should start to move on. - says Y/N, her voice low but clear – I can have selfish feelings about him, but I love him unconditionally and I shouldn't expect something in return.”

JJ doesn't talk, allowing Y/N to get everything off her chest before it's too late.

“Loving someone unconditionally is the best thing I can to him. - adds the younger woman, sniffling as another tear runs down her face – I don't wish her awful things, I don't hate her in any way. I just hate myself for not being her.”

The wind blows, making Y/N sigh out loud as she looks up at the dark sky. If she expects Spencer to break up with Maxine, it's basically like saying she wants them to break each other's hearts so Y/N can fill the hole in hers. And it's wrong, she knows it but she can't seem to move on from that.

“Y/N, you are human. It's normal to feel like this, you know?”

Y/N turns around, looking at her colleague. “Is it? Because I feel like a shitty friend. I mean, wishing your best friend would break up with his girlfriend? It's unhealthy, it's a sign that I'm unwilling to accept the world as it currently is and it's just plain wrong.”

JJ tilts her head, caressing Y/N's hand. “You don't wish them to hurt each other, you don't want to hurt them. I know that it's wrong, that I should tell you to be happy for him but you already know. Have you told him the truth about how you're feeling?”

Y/N shakes her head, lowering her eyes again. “No. And I don't plan on telling him. Being best friends is the best feeling in the world, but losing him is the worst feeling ever. It will destroy me, even though I think I'm already losing him.”

“Why? Did he say anything?” asks JJ

The other girl lets out another sigh. “No, but he saw me looking at them. I think he...”

JJ stops her, turning her head when the door opens. Spencer and Maxine walk outside, hand in hand, as they talk and giggle about something Y/N doesn't really care about.

She doesn't even lift her face, terrified they might notice her expression. She doesn't want to look at them, she doesn't need to have Spencer's eyes on her face, mostly because she probably has mascara staining her cheeks. And she doesn't need him to ask questions. Not in that moment.

JJ wraps an arm around Y/N's shoulders, pulling her closer to her body as Spencer walks past them; but before he could disappear behind the corner, probably to his car to do God-knows-what with his girlfriend, he turns around and lingers for a few seconds with his eyes on Y/N. There is something wrong with her.

And when she lifts her face, not knowing he's still there, he clearly sees tears running down her face.

“Spencer?”

Maxine calls him out, driving his attention back to her.

He takes his eyes off Y/N, still confused to see her sad in a moment like this, and immediately goes back to his girlfriend, following her out of the garden. Maybe he should've stopped to ask what was going on but JJ mouthed him a simple “go away” before caressing Y/N's back, trying to comfort her for something Spencer doesn't understand.

Is she sick? Is she feeling sick?

Y/N pulls away from JJ's tight embrace and lets out a huge sigh, standing up from the wooden bench as she starts to pace in front of her colleague. She grabs the tissue JJ gives her and uses it to wipe the tears away from her face, hoping they didn't mess up her make up – she forgot her mascara and her concealer at home, she can't even fix her face.

“We should get back inside.”

Y/N throws the tissue in the trash can near the wooden bench and heads back inside the restaurant, putting on a fake smile and pretending nothing has happened. She can't be upset during a wedding, she has to be happy for Rossi and celebrate with him and Krystall; sadness is totally useless right now, she can cry herself to sleep later.

JJ doesn't like the way Y/N is handling her situation, but she also knows that this is the only way to prevent more pain for her. Even though Spencer is a nice person and would never hurt Y/N in any way, JJ knows that her secret has to be kept private for as long as she can. Spencer needs to live his life with Maxine, he deserves all the happiness in the world and Y/N has to accept that his love life doesn't really involve her.

It's painful, but it's inevitable.

Spencer speaks highly of Y/N, he values her as his best friend and the person he's closest to. But that's it, she's not the woman of his life and she doesn't own his heart – even though she has a big part of it, because of their friendship and the way Y/N has always been by his side when he needed someone to talk to, a shoulder to cry on, a person that would listen to his rants about technology and books and coffee and psychology and maths.

JJ knows how hard it was for Y/N to reveal her feelings. Putting those words down might feel like lifting a thousand pound weight off her chest and taking a big deep breath, but at the same time it's something that chokes you from the inside. Wishing your friend would get his heart broken, wishing to be the person making him happy... it's all confusing, all difficult to express.

And JJ doesn't know if she can really help Y/N with this situation, but she'll try her best. A part of her wants to tell Spencer to actually notice Y/N's behaviour, but the other part of JJ knows that she has to keep her mouth shut and find a decent way to help her friend move on.

Because this is what it is about.

Y/N has to move on, she has to understand that Spencer is happy with somebody else. But JJ is sure that Y/N knows, of course she does; she saw the way Spencer and Max look at each other, she saw how Spencer came to work each morning with a huge smile on his face, ready to start working. JJ also knows that Y/N is aware of everything, she's not stupid and she's not a cruel person. She loves Spencer more than anyone in the world, she knows he deserves happiness because of everything he has been through so she would never ever hurt him or say anything to push him away.

Moving on can be done in many different ways.

Y/N could find a boyfriend, she could move out of her apartment in another house far from his, she could find a hobby to keep her distracted when things get too heated, she could start going to the gym and box in order to release the stress and the tension.

Or she could quit her job, move to another country.

JJ doesn't know that Y/N has already thought about that.

No one needs to find out.

Especially Spencer, because he would be really upset and he would ask her what was going on. And Y/N doesn't have the heart to tell him the truth, she can't tell him that she watched him flirt with other women and died a little inside each time. She can't explain to him that, after his first date with Maxine, she cried herself to sleep while whispering “choose me, look at me, notice me”.

He doesn't need to know that she poured her heart and all of her love into them, and let her feelings take control?

She's dying over there and he doesn't even notice.

Or maybe he did, but he doesn't want to do anything.

Y/N is so afraid of losing her friendship with the most amazing person she has ever met and she's terrified of taking a chance, risking pushing him away and hurting him in the worst way.

How would he react to her real feelings?

He wouldn't accept them, he wouldn't be happy to know that she had been in pain for the past five weeks – Spencer and Maxine got together three weeks ago, but have been dating for the past five.

Y/N can't bear the thought of losing this long intense friendship, the strongest emotional support she has ever felt in her whole life. She doesn't want to think about the possibility of being completely alone, not being able to talk to him about something she watched on the TV, something she had dreamed about at four in the morning. She just doesn't.

If she reveales her true feelings, Spencer is going to stop coming to her with his problems and questions and books and smiles and fights with maxine. Why? Because he knows that he's sharing all of his fears and his love for someone else with a person that wants to be his happiness. He is going to stop asking her to go out together to watch a film at the cinema, he is not going to ask her to get lunch together during work, he is never going to ask her to come over to his place and talk about anything and everything on his bed until they fall asleep in each other's arms.

All because these moments of intimacy will mean something different to her than it will ever to him. Those moments will only give her hope when she is clearly aware that there's no reason to be hopeful because Spencer will never be in love with her.

Y/N feels hopeless.

She's scared that something between them will shift in a way that will push them away, a wall will be rising between them, that she'll never be able to break down again. Maybe coming from her part, or maybe coming from his. Either way, they're going to stop talking to each other. Even though their friendship is strong and such a deep bond that is being built throughout their lives, Y/N knows it'll crumble under this kind of pressure.

And she hates it.

Most importantly, she hates herself for falling for him.

But she's scared to tell him because the only thing worse than loving him from afar, silently kissing his lips and whispering those three little words to him, is the thought of losing him completely. And she can't cope with that, she won't be able to move on. So Y/N bears the agony, she suffers in silence and moves through this torture with her heart breaking at every second.

But she can't think about it now.

She's at a wedding, and because of that, she has to celebrate.

Y/N straightens her skirt when she's finally able to sit down after sharing a dance with Emily and Rossi. She is very tired, her feet are hurting and her heels are definitely not helping her poor ankles; she forgot her second pair of shoes at home and she can't really take off her shoes and walk around barefoot.

“God, my feet are about to fall off. - says Y/N, turning to look at Garcia – Why did I wear heels?”

Emily approaches them, holding her heels in her hands. “Take them off! I assure you, you feel much better.”

The younger woman between the two looks at Emily and at Garcia a few seconds after. When Garcia giggles and starts to unbuckle her shoes, Y/N imitates her and takes her heels off.

The cold floor is helping her feet breathe, feel less tense.

“Much better?” asks Penelope

Y/N quickly nods, giggling. “Absolutely.”

She stands up from the chair she was sitting on and walks towards her seat at the table, grabbing the glass now filled with champagne as she drinks the whole thing. She closes her eyes, letting the alcohol burn her throat for a few seconds before a wave of heat spreads through her body. This feels much better than the anger boiling in her veins, the anger spitting venom on her thoughts.

But everything crumbles down once again when Spencer and Maxine sit back at the table, his eyes wandering on Y/N for a split second before he turns his face. And his best friend stands there, the empty glass in her right hand and her heart feeling heavier than before in her chest. She saw something on his face, she saw that intense look in his eyes, a weird shining light that makes her stomach turn.

He's pissed off.

And she pissed him off.

But he doesn't have the right to be angry, especially if he doesn't know the truth. Y/N takes a deep breath, letting all the anger out before she can do something that she'd regret. It's the alcohol talking, it's the pain choking her, it's the adrenaline caused by the dance angrily whispering to her to grab him by the hand, take him outside and scream at him everything she has been bottling up inside for the past few years.

So, she lifts a hand and waves at him before starting to walk towards the couple. “Hi! You guys were out for a while. - says Y/N, her eyes now on Spencer – Dance with me.”

He stares at her for a moment before shaking his head. “I can't dance.”

But Y/N is not going to give up. “Do you think I care? Come on, Reid. Dance with me. Just once.”

Maxine doesn't say anything but lets her boyfriend's hand go, allowing him to stand up from his chair and walking towards his best friend. Y/N looks at Maxine for a split second and gives her a huge real smile that leaves the other woman confused.

Emily is already dancing with her partner, Garcia and Luke are holding each other on the dancefloor, David and Krystall are talking to the DJ about something, JJ and Will are walking towards the ballroom to share a dance and Tara is taking pictures of Henry and Hank playing in the corner of the room. So Y/N doesn't feel uneasy when she wraps her arms around Spencer's neck, his hands sliding on her hip as she leans her head on his shoulder.

But everything changes when the music playing through the speakers changes.

Hopelessly devoted to you.

Why would they play such a sad song to a wedding? Maybe it's because this song then lead to Sandy and Danny falling in love with each other all over again, or maybe it's because David knows that it's one of Y/N's favourite songs and wants to see her dance with the love of her life.

Well, she might have told David the truth about her feelings before sharing them with JJ.

After all, David is a fatherly figure to her and he knows it. He has never judged her, he has never belittled her, he has never gotten into a fight with her. He has always been nothing but supportive towards the young woman ever since she joined the team, so maybe this is his way of helping her. Maybe this is his way of telling her to do the right thing: get everything off her chest and start to move on, pulling away from him for as long as she needs.

Y/N closes her eyes, the melody silently speaking to her.

Spencer is holding her close to his body, slowly moving to the rythm of the music. She can smell the faint scent of Maxine's perfume on his skin and Y/N is trying her hardest not to cry, but the music is making everything more difficult than it already is.

Guess mine is not the first heart broken, my eyes are not the first to cry. I'm not the first to know there's just no getting over you.

Y/N slides her right hand down from his neck, grabbing his own hand as their fingers intertwine. Why does it feel so good to be right there, between his arms?

Why does it feel amazing to hear his heartbeat against her ear?

Why does it feel so heavenly to pretend to be his for a few moments?

You know I'm just a fool who's willing to sit around and wait for you. But baby, can't you see there's nothing else for me to do?

Y/N holds onto him more tightly. “I'm hopelessly devoted to you.”

She can feel him smiling against her, a single kiss being pressed on her forehead. It's not much but it's all he can he give her, so she's going to take everything she can. Spencer knows how important that song is to her, how much she loves Grease – even though it's sexist and has many flaws that Y/N had punctualized while they were watching it for the tenth time at his apartment.

But there's nowhere to hide since you pushed my love aside. I'm out of my head, hopelessly devoted to you.

Y/N looks up at him for a second, his lips curved into a smile. He's not angry at her, he's looking at her with such a sweet expression on his face that is making her heart hurt all over again.

But it is so worth it.

My head is saying “Fool, forget him”. My heart is saying “Don't let go, hold on 'till the end”. And that's what I intend to do, I'm hopelessly devoted to you.

Moving on is going to be so difficult and extremely painful, but Y/N has to do it. She doesn't want to take his happiness away, no matter how she is feeling towards him. If Maxine is making him happy, she has to force herself to accept that Spencer will never be anything more than a friend.

Her mind feels like a foreign land, silence ringing inside her head and pain weighing down on her heart.

When she fell in love with Spencer, she knew it would be a losing game. And now, in this moment, she knows she's addicted to the same losing game she has felt before. But it'll pass, she'll find a way to move on and be happy again with a person that is going to love her no matter what.

“Loving you is a losing game.”

Spencer stares at her as the music keeps playing in the background.

“I knew this was going to hurt, I knew it was going to kill me from the inside. - says Y/N, her left hand now brushing against his soft cheek – But I also know it will pass, I'll feel alive again.”

He doesn't say anything and she doesn't want him to open his mouth. This time she has to do all the talking, she has to come clean even though it might lead to them breaking their friendship apart. This weight choking her heart is getting too overwhelming and the only way for it to disappear, or at least slowly breaking down, is to just be honest.

“I'm in love with you, Spencer, and I know I shouldn't have fallen but it happened and I will never forgive myself for this. - she whispers, brushing her thumb over his cheek – You deserves all the best things in the world, but my happiness comes first this time.”

Spencer is speechless.

In that moment, Y/N feels totally calm.

As if she's not going to drop a bomb in a few seconds. Maybe it's the adrenaline pumping in her veins or maybe it's the fact that she knows this will hurt him, but at least it will help her move on.

“I wish you all the best, but we need to stop talking to each other for a while.”

He blinks the tears away, swallowing down the lump in his throat. He doesn't want her to go away and neither does she, but it's for the best.

“You're not losing me, Spencie. You will never lose me, do you understand? - asks the younger woman, wiping a single tear away from his face – I'm still your best friend, I'm still the person that would bring you a chocolate cookie when you feel bad, the same person that would buy you a whole bookshop if it meant to make you smile.”

The song is coming to an end.

“But if I want us to be okay again, if I want to be okay, I need to do this. - says Y/N, lowering her eyes as she puts a hand on his chest – I don't want to leave you, I don't want to lose you and I know this is hurting us both but it needs to be done.”

She leans in, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek. Spencer tightens the hug he's pulling her into, his arms closing around her waist and his mouth pressed to her ear as he keeps whispering “no, no”. And she wants to cry, she wants to scream that it's not fair.

“I'm hopelessly devoted to you, Spencer.”

As she tries to push him away, he doesn't let her go. Interrupting this hug, this dance to this lovely but extremely sad song will destroy his heart and shoves reality right into his face.

“Don't do this, Y/N.”

Y/N stops fighting, leaning her head against his chest again. “I have to, Spencer, or I'll never be okay. And staying here, hoping you'd break up with her just to be with me, is not the answer. It won't make you love me, but pulling away from you for a while might help me get over you.”

He shakes his head, still holding her. “We'll get through this, you are my best friend.”

She didn't have to say anything else, Spencer already understood what she was going to do.

“Don't leave me like this, Y/N. I won't talk about her to you, I won't say a single thing.”

The young woman shakes her head. “That is not how it should work.”

Spencer frowns, placing a hand over her cheek. “Is that why you were crying outside? Is that why you didn't come out with the team last week? Because I took her with me?”

Y/N's eyes start to water, she feels so pathetic. “Yes and it's not right, Spencer. I should be happy for you, that's what a best friend is supposed to do. I tried to but it didn't work.”

“But you don't have to do this, Y/N. - says Spencer, his voice desperate – Please.”

She shakes her head, giving him a soft smile. “Hey, I'm not going to die. I'm just going away for a while, you can always give me a call whenever you need to.”

He doesn't say anything, allowing her to pull away from their hug. Y/N leans in again and gives him another kiss on the cheek, caressing his soft hair with the tips of her fingers as she glances at Maxine still staring at them.

“Your girlfriend is waiting for you. - says Y/N, her voice calm and relaxed – Can you give me a smile before you go, though? I want to see your beautiful smile, just for me.”

The song is now ended, replaced by another melody.

Spencer looks at her for a few seconds before smiling at her, just for her.

And she smiles back, her hands caressing both his cheeks and her eyes lightening up at the sigh of him. It's a real smile, it's exactly what she needed to feel better.

“You look very pretty. - says Y/N, a soft sigh leaving her lips – She's a very lucky woman.”

Spencer tilts his head, leaning against her hand. “And whoever is going to be your partner someday will be even luckier.”

The younger woman gives him a smile and slowly pulls away from him, as the night is coming to an end. She can feel Spencer's eyes on her back the whole time she's there with JJ, Garcia and Emily but she has never turned around to look at him; if she did, she would've forgotten everything and allowed him to hurt her even more. As much as she loves him and wants to be by his side to be his best friend, she has to think about herself for once and get better.

Moving on is painful, but she's determined to do it.

When she'll be back, she won't be in love with him anymore and she is going to keep on being his friend, just like she should've been since the beginning. Spencer is not happy with her decision, he is clearly upset but he won't be able to change Y/N's mind; not even if he gets on his knees and declare his love for her, even though he doesn't feel the same.

Y/N made up her mind, she's determined to move on somehow.

Being away from Y/N is going to be difficult.

Spencer is used to having her over two nights per week and waking up beside her. He's used to giving her a lift home on Monday and Tuesday, singing with her in the car while driving towards the FBI headquarters. He's used to having her beside him all the time at the office, teasing her with jokes and laughing with her about one of his rants.

He's used to doing pretty much everything with her, but he has to leave her be. She has to get better in order for them to be better.

So... When Y/N doesn't show up for work on Monday, Spencer is not surprised.

When Emily tells the team that Y/N quit her job, Spencer is not surprised.

When JJ explains to him everything that Y/N had told her at the wedding, Spencer is not surprised.

When Y/N doesn't return his calls, Spencer is not surprised.

When he receives a letter from Italy with “hopelessly devoted to you” at the bottom of the paper, Spencer smiles.

She's getting better, he hasn't lost her.

And she hasn't lost him either.

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okimargarvez · 3 years

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So are you telling me that here Rossi did not walk in on them? So she is not reproaching him for hurt himself? But he is too sad because Krystall last night won (again) at poker?

Context? What means context?

#garvez #criminal minds #cm #penelope garcia #luke alvez #david rossi #krystall richards #penelope x luke #luke x penelope #garcia x alvez #alvez x garcia #penelope garcia x luke alvez #luke alvez x penelope garcia #david rossi x krystall richardson #rossi x krystall

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libraryofloveletters · 3 years

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Hi! I have a request! I hope that’s ok! Can it be Y/N of course! I would like the scenario to be where Y/N is Spencer’s daughter? I just love that concept with my entire heart! Anything else with that! Mostly, happy stuff! If not no worries :)

Growing Up

Dad!Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: fem!reader, mentions of child birth, mentions of drinking and being drunk, crying

Category: fluff so much fluff

Word Count: 1.7k

Author’s Note: I love this idea!!! I know you said just a scenario but I got a little carried away. Also, this picture is just adorable so it’s here :) There’s also big jumps in time because I didn’t want it to be too long. Hope you like it!

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It was no secret that Spencer Reid wanted to be a father and that he would be an excellent one too. The day he found out his wife was pregnant was the happiest day of his life, or so he thought.

That all changed the day you were born, the first time he held you changed everything.

The Day You Were Born

Spencer stood beside your mother, holding her hand as she pushed. “One more push baby” he whispered to her as she squeezed his hand. He brushed her hair from her face, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her temple. “You’re the strongest person I know” he mumbled into the side of her face. She gave him a weak smile as the sound of crying filled his ears.

“It’s a girl” the doctor said, wrapping her in a little pink blanket after wiping her down a bit. “Would you like to hold her Dr. Reid?” Spencer nodded as the doctor placed the little pink bundle in his arms.

Spencer was in awe. Never did he think something so small could make him rethink his entire life. He leaned down and rested your head on your mother’s chest so she could see you.

“She’s beautiful” she smiled up at Spencer. Spencer handed her back to the doctors so they can clean her up and check that she’s alright. He held your mother’s hand

“I can’t believe we made that”

3 years old

You were now a toddler, sassy and talkative is an understatement.

Your mother had brought you into the BAU to visit your father. You ran into the bullpen, colliding with someone’s legs. You looked up to see your uncle Aaron, he smiled at you and crouched down to your level. “Hey princess, what are you doing here?” he asked you as you hugged him. “I wanna see daddy!” you shouted as Aaron picked you up and swung you around. You were now perched up on his shoulders as he walked you around the BAU.

Your parents were at your dad’s desk, Spencer waved to you as you giggled because Aaron was pretending to drop you. Aaron put you down on Spencer’s desk, you pulled him into one more hug before he ruffled your hair and went back to his work.

“Hi baby” Spencer smiled at you, picking you up and putting you on his lap. “Hi daddy!” you smiled back at him.

“Did uncle Aaron show you around ?”

You nodded resting your head on his chest as he smooth your messy curls with his hand. “Is someone tired?” Spencer asked you, you shook your head. “Good because Penny has cookies in her office, do you want to get some?”

“Yes!” you shouted and hopped off his lap. Off you go running again, you had been to the BAU multiple times so you knew where everyone was. You got to Penelope’s office and waited for Spencer. Your aunt Penelope explained to you that to get into her bat cave, you needed a special pass that only your dad and your aunts and uncles at the BAU had.

Spencer swiped his badge and opened the door. Penelope’s chair spun around to the sound of the door opening, Derek leaned up against her desk. “Y/n! my angel baby! Come here!” her arms were stretched out for you to give her a hug. You ran into her arms, she gave you a hug and picked you up.

“Daddy said you had cookies” you looked up at her

“Dr. Reid! you let the secret slip!” she looked at him

Spencer shrugged with a smile on his face as he reached for one of the cookies. Penelope gave you a cookie which you gladly expected.

“What happened lil mama? Uncle D doesn’t get any love?” he picked you up from Penelope’s lap. You smiled at him and wrapped your arms around his neck. You had a special bond with Derek, you could tell that him and Spencer were close and even as a child you knew that.

14 years old

You were in that weird phase where you were barely a teenager but you weren’t an adult either. Spencer didn’t know how to act around you, sometimes you missed him and wanted to be with him but then sometimes you were grumpy and didn’t want anything to do with him.

“Sugar, dinner’s ready” Spencer called from the other side of your bedroom door. You didn’t answer him, you were too busy with your homework. You started high school and you were so caught up in the newness and the fast pace that you kind of forgot about everything else.

Spencer knocked once more, after he got no answer he opened the door and stuck his head in your room. You were at your desk, typing away on your laptop and grumbling about something. He smiled, the way you threw yourself into school and anything you did always reminded him of himself.

“Baby” he walked over and rested his hands on your shoulders. You jumped, you hadn't heard him come in. “What dad?” you mumbled, going back to your typing.

“Take a break, come eat dinner with me.”

“What? No, I have to finish this”

Spencer shut your laptop screen. “DAD! What the hell ?!” He pulled your chair away from your desk, “Either you get up or I'll drag this chair down the stairs with you in it” he told you. You rolled your eyes, he was a huge pain in your ass but you knew he meant well. You got up and walked out of your bedroom, he smiled

“Good choice, your work will still be here when you get back.”

20 years old

You were totally shit faced at some college party. Your boyfriend broke up with you and you were, well, going through it. You couldn’t find your friends so you called the one person you knew would show up, you father.

“Daddyyyy” you slurred over the phone

“Y/n? Are you okay? Are you drunk?” he asked you quickly, you could hear the panic in his voice and some fumbling.

“Come get me” you fell over, now leaning against the railing on the frat house

“I’m on my way. Stay exactly where you are” he told you and hung up.

It wasn’t long after that you saw him and your uncle Derek walking up to you. You were so drunk and so tired that you could barely hold yourself up. “Dad, uncle D” you mumbled trying to get yourself up, the two of them came over and helped you up. One arm over your father’s shoulder and one over Derek’s, Spencer helped you into the backseat before him and Derek got into the car.

“What happened tonight mama ? You usually aren’t like this. I know you can have fun but c’mon, what happened ?” Derek asked you.

Spencer knew you were too drunk to give a proper answer, he remained quiet as you groaned from the backseat. He would ask you what happened tomorrow after you sober up a bit.

“He left me” you mumbled

“Who did ?” Derek asked you

“My boyfriend, he slept with the college whore” you laid down on the backseat. Spencer looked back at you through the rear view mirror before making a U-turn. “Whoa, where are we going? it’s 3 am and you live the other way” Spencer said nothing to Derek and continued driving.

After a while, he stopped in a parking lot. He opened the backdoor and helped you out. “What are we doing here?” you asked, the 3 of you stood in your favourite diner’s parking lot at 3 am.

“Pancakes and coffee until you sober up and then you’re going to tell us what happened between you and this boy.” Spencer told you. You hugged him, it meant the world to you that he would do something like this for you, meant even more to you that now you were drunk and emotional.

27 years old

You were getting married today. Your best friend hooked the last button on your dress and you looked in the mirror. “Beautiful” she told you and gave your shoulder a squeeze.

“Can I come in?” Spencer asked from the other side of the door while he knocked. You nodded to your best friend and she opened the door. Spencer saw his little girl standing there in her wedding dress and couldn't help but tear up. He promised you that he wouldn't because “if you cry then I'll cry” but he couldn't help it.

“Sugar, you look gorgeous” He hugged you and you hugged him back. “I can’t believe I'm walking you down the aisle already, it felt like just yesterday you were born” he smiled at you as the two of you walked to your position.

The music started and everyone stood up. You saw your fiancé at the altar, your mother in the front row with your grandparents.

All of your friends, your fiancé’s family and then you saw your family.

Derek and Penelope stood together, his arm was around her as she wiped away her tears and blew you a kiss, Aaron was beside Penelope with Jack.

Rossi and Krystall stood together with Luke and Matt, who had his arm around Kristy. Tara, Emily, JJ and Will are in another row.

They were your father’s family and they became yours too.

“You’re all grown up now but you’ll always be my little girl. Don’t forget that” he whispered to you, you nodded.

“I love you dad”

“I love you too sugar”

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juniorgman187 · 3 years

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Never Enough (Spencer Reid Drabble)

Summary: Ever wondered what Garcia wrote on that sticky note in the series finale? Read here to find out. When Reader, the new technical analyst, feels out of place at a party, Penelope’s sticky note and Reid’s kind words do just the trick.

A/N: This is a comfort piece for me, someone very introverted who never seems to do well in social gatherings. So this is dedicated to anyone who’s ever felt like they didn’t belong. You are loved. Couple: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid Category: Fluff, Drabble Content Warning: Fear of exclusion, loneliness Word Count: 2.4k

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

All my life, all I’d ever wanted was to be a social butterfly. Their lives seemed so easy. People would naturally flock to them, what with their charisma, their confidence, their natural gift of being conversational.

I envied them for the sole reason that I was nothing like them, not in the slightest.

It wasn’t easy for me to keep a conversation going, even if I was trying my very hardest, which was often the case. I could never seem to commandeer the room in the way that someone extroverted could, and it was especially hard sometimes to feel a part of everyone.

It would be too easy to say I was invisible. Instead, I felt painfully visible, and entirely ignored.

Everyone could see my shyness peeking through, everyone could see how alienated I’d become, everyone could see my despondence, and yet no one bothered to change it.

No one cared.

My excruciating awkwardness had reached an all-time high at Krystall’s birthday party.

Agent Rossi was so keen on inviting me, and I was honored to go since it’d be my first bonding experience with the team outside of work. I couldn’t turn down the opportunity to grow closer to them, otherwise, I’d run the risk of isolating myself even more. As if being brought in as the BAU’s new technical analyst to replace Penelope Garcia wasn’t enough of a reason for them to doubt, despise, and disrespect me, I was the introvert who had a hard time making friends - unlike my predecessor, who’ve I heard could make friends like nobody’s business. I knew I could never fill her shoes, much less fill the glaring void she created when she left, but still, I maintained my bright-eyes in hopes that I’d be enough for them, anyway. I was all too eager to get to know everyone as more than just my coworkers, with one exception.

Dr. Reid maintained an arm’s length distance from me at all times, and at first, I understood. I even empathized with him.

Besides SSA Morgan and SSA Hotchner, the only other person that he’d work the longest with was Penelope, and now she was gone, too, but the longer his rejection of me lasted, the more I was curious what he truly had against me, and the more I was less interested in changing that. Why would I work tirelessly at mending this broken friendship, if he wasn’t willing to meet me halfway?

I was more shocked that he, of all people, would be the most displeased with my arrival. When Agent Rossi replaced Agent Gideon, from what I heard, the transition wasn’t as rocky as mine. Dr. Reid was overjoyed to be working with him and to discuss all his books. When Jordan Todd, and eventually Ashley Seaver, took Agent Jareau’s place momentarily, he was happy to be working with them. When Alex Blake and Kate Callahan came in after Emily Prentiss, he welcomed them with open arms. So what was it about me that was so abhorrent to him?

I never outright asked, mainly because I feared confrontation and I also had no way of knowing if my curiosity would make the situation worse or better. But I should’ve. I should’ve marched right up to him and asked, “What’s your problem?”

Somehow, though, I finally got up the courage to do so tonight.

I watched as the team laughed at one of Rossi’s anecdotes, meanwhile, the inside jokes flew over my head, hindering that bonding experience I was so sure I’d get by coming here. So I stepped inside the house, wandering into a spare room, knowing I wouldn’t be missed.

I thought I’d only be there for a moment to get some “fresh air” even though I’d actually migrated from the outside to the inside, where there’d arguably be less fresh air, but that’d be my excuse if anyone came in. But I was forced to stay longer in the office when it finally happened.

I finally reached my breaking point.

It was building up all night. It started when I first stepped into the house. My confidence faltered almost immediately when I accidentally stepped on Rossi’s Italian leather dress shoe as I went to greet him. He told me not to worry, but of course, I did just the opposite. It was a minor bump in the road, something so minute, but still, it weighed on me thinking about how embarrassing it was that I dirtied something of his that everyone recognized as valuable.

My shame didn’t stop there. As I was talking with Krystall, there were many periods of awkward silence that I couldn’t manage to fill with words, so we each sipped at our wine until one of us would try to pick up the conversation. What’s worse was that we each knew the silence was suffocating, and I could tell we were both thinking of things to say to keep the conversation going, and yet, nothing worth saying came to mind.

And worst of all was when Penelope Garcia finally arrived at the party. Don’t misunderstand me - it wasn’t the worst part of all because she was bad - no, she was lovely. She gave me a welcome present - a Beanie Baby to put on my desk, evocative of her own style of decor, and I loved her for it, which made me hate her all the more.

Rossi’s house livened up when she came. Everyone flocked to greet her, laughter erupted and ricocheted off Rossi’s high ceilings. They were positively elated by her presence, truly happy. Which was the first time I’d ever seen them that way because frankly, they were never that happy with me.

It was a painful reminder that I could never bring what she brought to the team, and I could never be as good as her. And the general consensus I reached, sitting in Rossi’s office all alone with my glass of wine, was the same one I’d known for years now - I’m not enough.

And I will never be enough.

I hadn’t realized I was crying until a tear cascaded down my cheek, dripping right under my nose, forcing me to audibly sniffle it away. Using the sleeve of my cardigan, I desperately tried to wipe away the tears faster than they were spilling out, but it just wasn’t possible. In fact, the coarse fabric of my cardigan rubbing against my cheeks only made them redder, making the fact that I was unwell that much more obvious.

The sound of the doorknob turning sent me into overdrive, automatically engaging me into turning around and facing the wall so that whoever was coming in wouldn’t find me in the state that I was in. I sniffled a great big sniffle and fanned my face to dry it of any moisture that my silent sobs could’ve left.

“Sorry, Rossi, I was just getting some fresh air and I thought I’d check out your book collectio-”

When I turned around, Rossi wasn’t standing there as I’d assumed.

In fact, the person standing there was the last person I thought it’d be.

“Dr. Reid?”

He was lingering in the doorway, studying my face, to which I instantly preventing from continuing on any further by cowering my head and looking away.

“What are you doing here?” My voice had taken a tone of anger that I didn’t anticipate to be there originally.

“Are you okay?”

To my surprise, his question seemed sincere, but I couldn’t truly believe it was.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just allergies from being outside for so long. The pollen and stuff, you know?” I rambled nervously.

“Oh, really? Are you allergic to the grass?” He asked in a joking manner, knowing I was lying but still asking so that he’d have the satisfaction of getting to see me try and work my way out of the situation.

“Yes, I am actually. The most common outdoor allergy triggers are trees, grass, weed pollen, mold spores, dust mites, cockroaches, and cat, dog, and rodent dander. Don’t you know this? After all, you’re the one with the IQ of 187 here, not me.” I tried to joke to lighten up the room’s heaviness, but clearly, it didn’t work.

By this time, I’d already turned back to face the wall, so Reid surely couldn’t see me, but I heard the door click shut behind me, and a wave of anxiety permeated my soul.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?”

I scoffed at his question, almost hitting him back with an “As if you care.” But I decided against it in an effort to preserve what little repose we had left between us.

“Will you please tell me what’s wrong?” He sounded like he was begging - like he was practically willing to go on his hands and knees to get me to answer, but all I could focus on was the feeling of his hot breath ghosting over my neck.

Goosebumps rose on my skins once he put his warm hand on my cold shoulder, which was bare from the absence of my cardigan and where it had slipped down to my elbow.

I flinched at the sensation, causing him to recoil.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” He quickly apologized, regret filling his eyes. “Um, you look nice by the way. I like the way you did your hair. A-and your dress. It looks nice.”

Not even giving a chance to respond to his compliment, I asked again, “Why are you here?” Pressing him to get the point faster before I had a chance to react at another one of his physical advances.

“I saw you leave the backyard and I thought I should check on you.”

“Well, you’ve checked on me, so you can go back now.” I didn’t miss a beat when responding, fooling him into thinking that I didn’t catch his words and their intentions.

“I just want to talk.” He replied, finally answering my question from before.

“Okay. Let’s talk.”

He took a seat on a chaise lounge sofa while I stayed standing by the bookcase in preparation for a quick escape if need be.

“I’m sorry I’ve been pushing you away. That wasn’t fair of me.”

Although I hadn’t expected him to apologize, I wasn’t going to be misled and naively accept his apology with no reservations.

“Why did you do it? And for so long?”

“I was angry. I didn’t want another person in my life that I cared about to walk away, so I thought maybe if I made you feel unwelcome, you wouldn’t want to stay. And she’d come back.”

It hurt to say, but at least I knew he was being honest.

“I accept your apology, but it’s not okay.”

“I know that.”

“Okay, are we good now? We’ve talked, so,” My hand gestured toward the door, suggesting he should leave, but he didn’t comply.

“I’m not leaving.”

“And why not?” The wine glass in my hand nearly shattered at the way my hand wrapped around it since its presence hindered me from being able to actually clench my fists.

“I didn’t come here to apologize, even though I should’ve sooner. But I came here because I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Like you care.” I chuckled mirthlessly.

“I do care.”

I gave in, not wanting to fight him any longer, otherwise, I might cry some more from the altercation.

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” He shook his head. “I know you’re not fine. What’s really wrong, Y/N?”

I looked away immediately from his gaze, trying to hide the sheen that was inevitably coating my eyes from the presence of tears, but he would’ve known I was crying the minute I used the cuff of my cardigan to wipe under my nose again.

“I just . . . I feel so unconnected,” I whispered, the pain of my words stealing my volume. “I don’t fit in. And I’ve never fit in before, but I actually thought this might be my chance.”

“It still is. Just come back outside.”

“You don’t get it!”

“What don’t I get?”

“I just needed to take a moment to compose myself so I wouldn’t ruin the energy of the room. And I’d really like to do that alone, okay?”

“I know you don’t want me to go.”

“What?”

“You’re testing me to see if I’ll stay.”

“No, I’m not.”

“So you’re saying that if I left right now, you wouldn’t regret letting me walk away?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“I know you’re lying to me.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Yes, you are. I know what it looks like when you lie. Wanna know how I know?”

I entertained his question out of pure frustration “How?”

“Because I pay attention to you. I see your mannerisms. I notice everything. Do you think I haven’t picked up on how you crack your knuckles when you’re nervous? Or how your stutter goes away when you talk about technology? Or how your fists clench, like how you’re doing right now?”

My eyes flickered to my fist that was wrapped so tightly around the glass, my knuckles were white. Out of shame, I loosened my grip.

“I pay attention because I care. And I’m sorry that I made you ever believe that I didn’t. What you do, and say, and think - it’s important. So no, I’m not leaving. I’m staying right here to give you the attention you deserve.” He sighed with a breath of relief. “I care more about you than whatever’s happening out there.”

And slowly, then all at once, that barrier between us broke down.

“I care about you. We all do. And when you’re ready, we can walk back out there together so that you can see for yourself just how much we care.”

. . . That night, I made nine more friends.

And the day we came back to work, with my Beanie Baby in hand, I rearranged my desk.

A folded up sticky note fell out from between two tables. I picked it up, recognizing the handwriting instantly.

Penelope Garcia.

Even when the laughter always seems to come from the other room and the world seems busy as it carries on without you, may you know this to be true. No matter who or what made you feel invisible, unworthy, unloved, or unseen, in this ever-moving world, there is still a place for you. And you are exactly in the place where you are meant to be.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

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homoose · 3 years

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Enjoy It While It Lasts

Summary: Just a lil Galvez/Garvez(?) at the BAU holiday party. Based very loosely on the prompt: We just met at a mutual friend’s holiday party but since we accidentally wore matching sweaters, everyone thinks we’re dating.

Pairing: Penelope Garcia x Luke Alvez

Category: fluff

Warnings/Includes: none

Word count: 1,130

a/n: A Very Moosey Ficmas Day 5! I’m really gonna have to write more Galvez, huh?

Series Masterlist

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“I’m just saying, he’s really not that bad.” Emily closed the car door and came around to meet Penelope at the passenger side. “You’d probably like him if you stopped sulking for two minutes.”

Penelope scoffed. “Not a chance.” She balanced the pan of vegan lasagna in one hand and adjusted the hem of her sweater with the other. “And I’m not sulking. I miss Derek.”

Emily threw an arm around her shoulder. “I know you do, baby girl.” Penelope shoved at her shoulder and Emily grinned. “We all do. But Luke’s really trying. And I’ll bet you have more in common with him than you think.”

Penelope full on cackled at that. “Me and that hulking army brat? Now that’s a good joke.” Emily rolled her eyes but didn’t push the issue.

Penelope didn’t bother with the doorbell, opening the door and calling out, “Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals!” The sound of the team’s laughter floated into the foyer, the smell of Dave’s cooking and a roaring fireplace following close behind.

“There they are! Mia bellas.” Dave greeted them both with a double cheek kiss, pulling back to admire their offerings. Emily held up her wine, and Penelope gestured toward the kitchen with the pan of lasagna.

Her heels clicked across the hardwoods as she made her way to the kitchen. Krystall’s voice drifted out through the hallway, quiet and kind. “I’m sure it’s not that bad, honey.”

“I don’t think you understand, Mrs. Rossi.” Penelope bristled at his voice. “My mom taught me a lot of things but cooking was not one of them. We can just throw it away, it’s fine.”

“Please, ‘Mrs. Rossi’ makes me feel a hundred years old. Just Krystall is fine.” Penelope peered around the corner of the kitchen to see Krystall peeling back the foil on a casserole dish. “Oh. Well. Maybe if we just… trim this part off?”

Luke laughed, and Penelope’s heart sped up in the most obnoxious way. “I think it’s beyond trimming.”

Penelope resisted the urge to grind her teeth. She’d just pop in, drop off the pan, and scoot back out into the living room with the rest of the team. As soon as they heard the sound of her pumps on the tile, Luke and Krystall turned with warm smiles. Penelope returned Krystall’s excitement and blatantly ignored Luke.

“Penelope!” As she set the pan on the island, Krystall wrapped her in a tight hug. Penelope squeezed back. “Merry Christmas, my dear.”

“Merry Christmas to my favorite Lady Rossi.”

Krystall pulled back out of the hug with a gasp. “Oh! You could help us with Luke’s mac and cheese!”

“Oh, no, I don’t think—” Penelope started.

“Nonsense! You’re the best cook I know— behind Dave, of course.” Krystall clapped her hands together. “Now, I think maybe if we just—”

“My wife, my life,” Rossi sang, strolling into the kitchen. “You’re being summoned. JJ is insisting on a picture of the hosts in front of the tree.” He kissed her cheek and began ushering her out.

“Wait, but…” Penelope trailed off. She huffed out a breath, already annoyed at Luke’s smug chuckling. “Don’t even look at me like that, newbie.”

He smirked and held his hands up. “I’m not looking at you like anything. Nice sweater.”

She looked at him— really looked for the first time since entering the kitchen— to see that his sweater was… the exact same one she had on. “Unbelievable,” she groaned. Of course he liked Zelda. And novelty Christmas sweaters. And of course the sweater stretched just right over his toned chest… and arms… and abs... and shoulders. How incredibly annoying.

He just raised his eyebrows at her sneer. “You don’t have a corner on the geek market, Penelope.”

She hated the way her name sounded in his mouth— like it belonged there, like it had always been there, like the etymology started and ended there. “Have you ever even played Zelda?” she questioned.

“Are you kidding?” he laughed. “That was like, my whole childhood.” He gave her a once over, and she wondered if she imagined his gaze lingering. “Looks better on you.”

She swallowed and pursed her lips. “Flattery will get you nowhere.” He grinned cheekily, and she huffed out an irritated breath, teetering over to the counter. “What’s wrong with your mac and cheese?”

He ran a hand down the back of his neck and gave her a sheepish shrug. “I really don’t know that it’s salvageable. It’s okay if you don’t think you can fix it.”

She couldn’t well turn down a challenge. “Oh, so now you doubt my abilities?”

Luke shook his head with a soft smile. “Never.”

She pulled back the aluminum foil to see a very, very burnt top layer of cheese and bread crumbles. She couldn’t stop the laugh from bubbling up. “Oh man, Alvez. This is… really bad.”

“I told you!” He leaned over the dish, brushing his exceedingly muscled shoulder against hers in the process, and she felt her body temperature rise a solid three degrees. “We can just throw it out.”

“No, no. We’ll just— hm.” She opened the silverware drawer and retrieved a fork. “Maybe we can…” She used the fork to dig up the top layer— it was so thoroughly melted together that it peeled up almost like a sheet of paper. She tilted her head to the side in surprise. “Wow, okay. That actually kind of worked.”

She pulled the chunks of burnt cheese and crumb mixture off one by one, dumping them into the trash as she went. When she’d cleared as much of the charred bits as she could, she surveyed her work with a smug smirk. She put her hands out with a little ta-da as she turned to gloat. But then Luke was smiling at her in a way that could only be described as downright dopey, and the snarky quip died in her throat. “What?”

He shook his head. “Nothing. Should we… put more cheese on it?”

She shook herself out of her stupor to jab, “You’re so full of cheese already, what’s a little more?”

Luke huffed out a laugh as she turned to retrieve whatever cheese she could find in the Rossi fridge. “That’s the best you got?”

“Watch it,” she scolded. “I’m only going easy on you because it’s the holidays, and I’m full of cheer, and goodwill, and tidings of comfort and joy.” She returned with a bag of shredded cheddar cheese. “So. Enjoy it while it lasts.”

She opened the bag and began sprinkling the cheese over the lackluster macaroni, so she missed the way his eyes traced over the fan of her lashes, the apple of her cheek, the curve of her mouth. “Oh, I intend to.”

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Like Real People Do. (Spencer x Reader)

Chapter 1

*Gif not mine*

Prologue Chapter 2

Rating: M, eventually will be smut.

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: regular CM crime stuff. brief mentions of previous assault. vomit.

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

A.N Thanks for the love on the Prologue, message to be added to taglist. much love Cia

Chapter 1: However scary

You start to follow Hotch outside his office, barely containing the smile on your face. You couldn’t help it, the job you’ve been dreaming about for a decade was yours now. As you left the office, you couldn’t help but notice the short Italian man exiting his.

“Rossi?” You smiled. The man in question turned and grinned upon seeing you.

“Bella!” He opened his arms to hug you which you automatically accepted.

“I thought you retired, old man.”

Rossi scoffed. “You know me, can’t stay away for long.” Hotch stepped up, joining you guys. “So am I correct in assuming you’ve taken the job?” Rossi asks.

“You would be correct.” You smile. “And now, since I have a big girl job and can take care of myself. I’m hoping those mysterious money drops into my bank account will stop.” You gave him a knowing look. Though you and Rossi were not as close as you and Hotch, you still revered him as a father figure as much as he did you a daughter.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He says holding up his hands.

“Sure you don’t, old man.” You laughed. “How’s… Krystal?” You say trying to remember which wife Rossi was on now.

“Divorced.” Rossi smirks.

“Aw, I’m sorry, Dave. I thought 3 would be the lucky number.”

“So did I.” Rossi smiled. “How’s Persephone?” David smiles widely at the mention of your adoptive mother's name.

“Still not interested in becoming number 4.” You laughed, inducing a boisterous laugh from Dave and a small chuckle from Hotch. “She’s currently backpacking through India and building eco houses along the way.”

“Sounds like Persephone.” David smiles. You guys continue to catch up for a couple of more minutes not noticing the team staring up at you from the bullpen.

“Do you guys know who she is?” Emily asks

“No but Rossi and Hotch know her by the looks of it.” Derek replies.

“I met her in the elevator.” Spencer speaks up. “Her name’s Y/N.”

“Wonder what she's doing here.” Derek says as Penelope walks up with a tin of her famous cookies that Spencer is already reaching for. She pulls back so it’s out of reach from his perch on his desk.

“Well, if she took the job then that is your newest team member.” Penelope smiled. “Hotch asked me to do a background check last week so I assume he’s hiring her. Which means these cookies are for her.” She says pulling even more back as Spencer continues to make grabby hands at the tin.

“Why does she get cookies her first day? I didn’t get any on my first day.” Spencer points out, not caring how much he sounds like a child.

“I’m not really allowed to talk about it, but let’s just say I think she could really use the kindness.”

“What did you find out about her, Baby girl?” Derek asked.

Penelope frowns slightly, she never liked keeping secrets, especially from the team. “I’m really not allowed to say, but what I can tell you is that she’s smart, like really smart. Maybe not Reid’s level but smart enough to make dean's list at an Ivy League every year.”

“Which school?” Spencer asks.

“Stanford.”

Spencer nods. That would make her pretty smart, that or just good at school. As he’s exiting his thoughts, JJ walks past them, throwing a “We have a case.” Over her shoulder before heading to Rossi, Hotch and the new girl.

We all begin filing into the conference room, Rossi, Hotch and Y/N walking in last. Hotch clears his throat. “This is Agent Y/L/N.” He says gesturing at you. “She will be joining us this case. I’m sure you guys will get around to formal introductions later.” Hotch says before taking a seat nodding at JJ to start. You hold up your hand in a small wave before taking a seat next to Hotch. Everyone else regards you with a small nod except a brightly dressed blonde woman who excitedly waves back at you.

“We’re heading to Nashville.” A blonde woman, you assume, is JJ says pulling up images of victims on the screen. You swallowed the lump in your throat, you were used to crime scene photos, you studied several in the FBI academy but kids would always get to you. “3 boys ages 10-13 all have gone missing on their way home from school, all found 5 days later buried arms across chest, heads shaved.”

“Signs of remorse are obviously there but the hair...is something different.” A dark haired woman pointed out.

“Could be trichophilia.” You pointed out. Everyone looked at you, you cleared your throat under the scrutiny. “Trichophilia. It’s the fetishzation of hair.” You provide. Everyone nods and JJ continues to provide information on the case before Hotch announces wheels up in 30. You go to grab your files and notebook when the brightly dressed blonde woman ambushes you a tin fully extended to you.

“Hi, I’m Penelope Garcia, and these are for you!” practically shoving the tin into your hands.

“Thank you, I’m Y/N.” You smiled, you weren’t really a sweets person but you weren’t going to turn down the kindness. A brown skinned man and the dark haired woman from before walked up to you both.

“I’m Emily Prentiss, this is Derek Morgan” she says both holding their hands out for you to shake. You shuffle the cookies and files into one arm to shake hands with them.

“Y/N Y/L/N.” You say back.

“So you seemed to already know Hotch?” Derek pointed out.

You had been prepared for someone to ask about that so you rattled off your prepared speech. “Yes, Hotch is a family friend.” That seemed like the easiest way to explain your relationship.

“So that’s how you were able to steamroll in here, huh? Friends with the boss?” The man laughs.

“No, I think it might’ve been one of my several degrees, merits or letters of recommendation, one of which from the director himself.” You point out. “Though I suppose knowing Aaron didn’t necessarily hurt things.”

Derek holds up his hands in surrender. “That could be true too. I guess we’ll see out on the field.” He says before him and Prentiss walk out.

You sigh heavily and start heading out the same way before a small voice pipes up behind you.

“They’ll come around.”

You turn your eyes onto the man you had met in the elevator before. “Sorry?”

“Morgan and Prentiss. They’ll come around, they acted like that towards me when I first started too. It’s-uh because you’re young.”

You nodded. He had a point and so did Morgan in a sense. You were very young, seemingly too young to be starting in a field like this. You knew it’d be hard to believe Hotch didn’t pull some strings for you.

“I knew my age would probably raise some questions. But I worked really hard, and it sucks I have to prove myself 10x over just because of my age.”

“I understand.” He says, following you out of the conference room.

“I felt like you would. You introduced yourself as Dr. Reid before but we look around the same age.”

“Yes, I hold 3 doctorates.”

“Three?!” You said incredulously. “What were you like, eleven starting college?”

“12, actually.” He smiles. He has a nice smile, instantly crosses your brain. You dash that thought immediately.

“That would have to make you some sort of genius.”

“I believe there’s not quantifiable way to measure intelligence but I suppose by societal standards, I am. I have an IQ of 187.”

You let out a deep whistle. “And here I thought I’d be the smart one.” You laugh.

He fumbles a bit over his words. “I-I mean you still could be. L-Like I said, there’s no way to accurately measure intelligence.”

You laugh before rounding your new desk grabbing your go bag underneath it. “Thanks for the vote of confidence but we both know that’s not true.” You smile before turning to head towards the jet.

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You and the team had been in Madison county for 4 days now and you were hitting a wall. The day you arrived there had been a 4th body found, same cause of death, same shaved head only this time the word HELP was carved into the boy’s back. You knew this was a part of the job, going to crime scenes and having to see bodies but you couldn’t stop the thoughts. His hands were on your neck again, his knife grazing your sides. You felt the bile rise up.

“Pull over.” You all but scream to Morgan he nods, zipping the car to the side of the road. You instantly hop out and release your lunch.

Morgan steps out and pats your back. “It’s alright, kid. First one’s never easy. Especially when it’s children.”

He thinks you’re sick from the crime scene You think. That’s probably for the best.

“Thanks.” You mumble. He nods as you guys wordlessly walk back to the SUV.

Since then you’ve been at the police station working on the geographical profile with Spencer. You know Morgan had probably said something to Hotch about your upchuck and that was why you were stuck here. But still, you couldn’t think to complain. Spencer was incredibly smart and great to work with.

“There’s something we’re missing.” He says off handedly. You nod agreeing. You take in the circle like pattern the unsub seemed to be going in. It didn’t make sense. You had profiled him as a socially awkward loner with an overbearing parent. He wasn’t good with adults but could somehow get kids to trust him. Enough to get into the car with him late at night. It hit you a second later.

“Oh my god.” You said scrambling for your phone to call Garcia. Spencer looks over at you, raising an eyebrow questioningly.

“You’ve reached your high priestess.” You hear Penelope’s voice come through the speaker.

“Hey Garcia, it’s Y/N.” You say. “Can you tell me what business is near the first dump site? I have an idea.”

You hear the faint sound of clacking as she finds the information for you. “Looks to be a bus lot.” You fought the urge to pump your fist in the air. You were right.

“Alright Garcia. I need a background check on all school bus drivers in Madison county, cross check it with anything that would fit the profile so minor stalking charges, assault…” you train off. “How long do you think that’ll take?” You ask.

“If I get started now, a couple hours.” She says. “Penelope out.” She says, hanging up.

You look up to see Spencer looking right back at you. “A bus driver.” You say smiling. “Think about it, everyday you ride the bus home from school and play outside with your friends until late. And when you're heading home your bus driver approaches you in his car offering to take you back. You have no reason not to trust him because he’s brought you home safely so many times before.” You explain, a brief frown grazing your lips. These children met an untimely demise all for trusting someone they were supposed to trust.

Spencer nods, taking in your words. “Good work,” he says. “You figured it out.”

You flushed under the high praise. “I’m sure you would’ve come to the same conclusion given more time.” You say.

“But I didn’t.” He says. “You did, and you probably saved another kid's life in the meantime.” He smiled and patted your shoulder before turning back to the board.

You looked at his back for a while. You knew since you stepped on the elevator that first time you were attracted to Spencer Reid. He was tall with a lean build and a nice set jaw and incredibly smart. You’d be lying to yourself if that wasn’t your exact type. But on top of all that, he was nice. Almost sickeningly so.

Suddenly you felt a lot more at risk than before.

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William Davison was arrested September 7th. You were right, he was a bus driver for Madison county. Police caught him in his car full of things that pointed him directly to the abductions.

You and the team were now back on the jet heading home. While the rest team was playing cards you opted to sit in the back. Textbooks laid out on the table as you tried to take notes from them. You were so engrossed. You didn’t see Spencer come take the seat in front of you.

“What’re you studying?” He asked.

You look up. “Uh, I’m in my doctoral program for psychology right now.” You say. “Right now, I’m working on an essay about nature vs. nurture effects on the killer's mind.”

“And what is your theory?” He asks.

“That while I do believe nurture plays a role somewhat, if someone has a predisposition to kill, hurt or maim that is something they are born with. Primates and to some effects humans are naturally empathetic creatures so I think people with the desire for violence are defects. Now even though that’s the case it’s still your own conscious decision to kill.” You say pausing. “Some people are born with natural predispositions they don’t follow all the time. Like your hands for instance.”

“What about my hands?” He inquired.

You swallow, clearing your throat. “Well you have fairly large hands, with l-long fingers.” You stutter. Nice going, Y/N. You think. Way to tell the guy you’re starting to develop a crush on that you’ve been staring at his hands. “In the primitive stage, that would’ve made you good at hunting and gathering. In a more modern sense, you’d be good at piano. Though I imagine, you don’t do either.” You say, already knowing the answer. You were a profiler now after all.

“No, I do not.” He smiled widely at you, he always appreciated intelligent conversation when it came by. “I disagree with your theory though.”

“Really? Why’s that?” You question. He begins to go on a long winded explanation why he thinks Nature vs. Nurture is outdated, taking several detours to talk about some other theories he’s found interesting. You watch him intensely taking in the words. You try to pay attention, you really do. But your eyes keep going back to the mouth the rapid words are coming out of and the hands that are also gesturing widely. You just had tuned back in when he suddenly stopped. You tilted your head at him.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“Nothing.” he says, looking mildly uncomfortable. “It’s just… no one lets me talk for this long.”

“Really?” You question, he nods. “Well, I was listening, I find it interesting. Actually…” you trail off picking up your pen, flipping to a new page in your notebook. “Do you mind if I write some of this down, might come in handy when I write my paper later.”

He nods enthusiastically as he continues his thoughts from before. You start writing fast now to keep up, interjecting here and there to ask him to expand on some stuff. Eventually the rest of the team drifts off until it's only the sound of his soft voice and the scratch of your pen filling the plane.

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