#spencer reid x ofc

[marril96]

Hotch questions Erin about Alison.

#erin strauss #aaron hotchner #hotch #spencer reid #cm #criminal minds #cmedit #criminalmindsedit #spencer reid x oc #spencer reid x ofc #criminal minds oc #criminal minds ofc #spencer x alison #au #my art #edit

[myinconnelly1]

Take Everything

Criminal Minds fic

Spencer Reid x OFC

Summary: Spencer made a poor choice in the past, but when there is an outbreak related to a powerful aphrodisiac in Mia's city and he shows back up, she might have to learn to forgive him.

Warnings: Adult Language, 'sex pollen', dub!con, forensic conversation, P in V sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, other spoiler warnings in tags

W/C: 2,669

A/N: A special thanks to @firefly-in-darkness for the use of her amazing graphics/dividers. Go check her out.

Mia rubbed her temples as she looked around the crime scene.  This was the fourth DOA in two weeks.  Mia walked over to where the coroner was with the body.  She had donned her gloves and squatted down by the man as he pulled a thermometer from the body.

“I’d say the time of death was between 3 – 5 am.  But it’s hard to tell. Based on my previous autopsies, all of the victims had significantly high fevers and this will make my estimations poor at best.”  The coroner cleaned his instrument and started to get the body ready for transport.  “I can make some preliminary observations that support the use or overdose of Talon.  Petechia around the eyes suggests a lack of oxygen.  Pupils dilated and the flushed look tone of the skin all point to the hyperactivity of the nervous system.”

“Thanks, I’ll be sure to wash up,”  Mia said as she stood and walked away.  She took her gloves off and put them into a hazardous waste baggie.

“Hall, you’ve got to come hear this shit,”  Mia’s partner called and she walked outside to join him.

It had been several months since the BAU team had been in this city.  Spencer had spent almost two months here before the rest of the team had been invited.  He had a personal interest in a case that they had come on, but the locals hadn’t wanted to call in the feds.  Six women had died because of the mistrust between the city police and the federal agents.

Reid felt guilty about what he had done, but it’s likely that without him many more people would have died.  Hotch had told him that he should never talk about what he had done to anyone after Spencer couldn’t deal with the guilt anymore, but in the end, Hotch agreed that it was a decision that saved several lives.

Deaths related to Talon were piling up all over the country.  In a small, diluted amount, Talon was an aphrodisiac.  However, in the past couple of months, people, especially teenagers were getting a hold of Talon in its pure form.  The fine blue powder could be ingested orally or inhaled.

Hotch, Morgan, and Reid were setting up at the police station, while the others investigated the body in the morgue.

“Morgan, you and Reid start building the geographical profile.  I’m gonna talk with the captain, thank him for inviting us, since we had all that trouble last time.”  Hotch said before he started to walk into the bullpen.

“This is my case, Captain!

You can’t just give it to the feds without telling me.” Mia shouted from behind a closed door.

“And what kind of progress have you made on this case, Hall?”  The captain had raised his voice only to be heard over the woman.  “They are here to help us, play nice.”

“Good evening, Captain, thank you for inviting us on this case,”  Hotchner said as he opened the door to the office.  “Anything I can do to help?”

“No, Agent Hotchner, thank you for coming, here is a copy of the case file,”  The captain slid the case file over, before walking out from behind his desk to help get the BAU set up.

“Play nice, Hall,”

Mia muttered under her breath as she walked out of the office and saw the other members of the BAU team.

“Fucking bet on it.”

“You okay, Hall?” one of the officers asked as she walked past her desk.

“Fucking fabulous, I’m taking the rest of the night off.  Call me if someone dies,”  Mia huffed as she very deliberately threw her shoulder to bump into Reid.

“Hey!” Morgan shouted at her as she walked past.  Spencer tried to get him to leave the whole thing alone.  “What the hell was that about?  Wasn’t she the cop that got us invited on the last case?”

“Let it go, I’m sure she is still mad about how many people died last time,”  Reid said, his guilt over the entire situation starting to come back to the surface.

“That’s no reason for her to take it out on you,” Morgan said watching the way his friend moved.  “You were dating her, weren’t you?”

“Not really,” Spencer said trying to end the conversation and pulled out the maps and such to work on his map.

“Not really?  Either you’re with someone or you’re not.  Unless Spencer Reid is getting casual with his relationships.”  Morgan grinned as he teased the younger agent.  Reid’s ears turned red with the embarrassment that his friend was bringing up.

“Listen I don’t really want to talk about it.  Can we just work?  Things didn’t end well between us,”  Reid finished when Morgan gave him a look begging for more information.

“Rossi says all four of the victims tested positive for Talon,”  Hotch said as he came into the conference room where Reid and Morgan were set up.  “There have been several people that have shown up in the ER recently with high-dose exposure.  There is definitely some pure dust on the street.”  Aaron put thumbtacks on the board where the DOAs had been and then flagged the locations that the survivors had claimed to have been when they thought they had been dosed.

“This is a lot of ground to cover,”  Morgan said.

“We’re gonna need the cops patrolling these areas.  It’d be a big help if they were all on our side.”  Since the BAU team members had arrived there had been several suspicious looks and some that were downright unwelcoming.  “The captain seems on board with getting our help, but I think whatever went down with Reid and Hall is causing some bad blood.  I don’t need to know what it was, I’ll go call Garcia and see if we can come up with information based on the map.”

Morgan walked out of the room, obviously making space for Hotch and Reid to talk.

“You should go talk to her,”

Hotch said kindly.  “I assuming that you broke things off when the case ended, and you haven’t talked to her since then.”

“Yeah, it definitely wasn’t the best thing to have done.  How do I even bring the whole thing up with her?  It’s been months and she is still very obviously mad.  She probably won’t even talk with me.  Do I just knock on her door and say I’m sorry for using you, but my friend was one of the people who was missing, and I needed a way to get on the case, so I used you?”  Reid was very obviously flustered as he threw his hands into the air.  “I think I really screwed up, Hotch.  I think I was really into her, and now I can’t fix it.”  Aaron put his hand on Spencer’s shoulder to get his attention.

“You don’t know that you can’t fix it, if you don’t try.  Go talk to her.  Apologize.

At least then she will know that you are sorry,”  He said gently.

“Mia?”  Spencer called gently as he knocked on her door.  The door creaked open slightly when his knuckles rapped on the door.  Concern overtook his expression, and he pulled his gun.  “Mia!  It Spencer, are you okay?”  He closed the door and locked it behind himself so that no one would walk in behind him or leave.  He heard gasping and crying from around the corner, and he prepared himself for the worst.

Reid nearly dropped his gun when he came around the corner and saw Mia lying on the rug in her living room.  Her body was pointed away from him, but he could see that she had undone her jeans and let her hand slip into them and between her spread legs.  Quickly, Reid put his gun and holster on the counter and rushed over to her.  She was gasping and sweat had beaded all over her body.  Gooseflesh pricked at Spencer, and he thought she might have turned the air conditioning to its maximum setting.

“Mia, what happened?”

Spencer grabbed one of the Talon instant test kits that he had started carrying when he was working these cases and went to get a cotton swab before he noticed that the kit already showed a little plus sign.  He had simply exposed it to the air, and it was picking up contaminant.  “Shit,”  He cursed as he pulled out his cellphone and took off his jacket. 

“Hotch,”  Reid said a little louder than he intended as his teammate answered his call.  “I’m at Mia’s, she’s been dosed with Talon.  It must have been at her crime scene this morning.  Have Paramedics get to everyone on her team that was there this morning.

I have a dose of the counteragent.

I’ll meet you at the hospital as soon as I can get her on her feet.”  Reid felt the slick of sweat behind his ear as he hung up his cell phone.

“Fuck!”  Mia wailed as she crunched up and grabbed Spencer’s shirt.

“I can’t breathe.”  She panted.

“Mia, you’re gonna be okay.

It’s just Talon.  I know it hurts,” He whispered as he let himself brush her dark hair out of her face.  He was going to need to get her into a shower to lower her temperature.  Her skin was clammy with fever, but he was having trouble getting up to move away from her.  He felt the muscles in his stomach tightening as she moved her face close to his and her lips brushed over his.

“Why didn’t you want me?”

She groaned as she moved very quickly and straddled one of his legs.  “I would have given you anything,”  She said.

Reid felt his cock respond to the way that she ground herself against his thigh and the way her husky breath fanned over his mouth.  She had always been one to talk when they would have sex and he had never minded.  Since he had left, he had often gotten off to the words she had said to him when they were sleeping together.  He had kind of thought she was ridiculous when she jumped into their relationship with both feet and told him that she loved him.

“I wanted to give you the world, but thought you would hate me when you found out about the case,”

He admitted as he realized he had never thought to ask her opinion on the whole thing and instead had ended things with her, sparing himself from her ire.

“I never cared about the case, Spence,”  She whimpered when his free hand fell to where hers had been when he walked into the house.  “I had hoped you would love me back.  I wanted to have your baby.”  It was Spencer’s turn to groan as slick started to cover his fingers.  She had never talked about kids with him during sex.

Sure, he knew she wanted them, but he had been purposely ignorant about it as it pertained to their relationship.

“Make me cum, please,”  She cried into his mouth as she kissed him.

It was all he could take.

He knew something was wrong but was unable to feel anything but the heat that was radiating from both of their bodies.

He wrapped his arm around her back and laid down between her legs as they fell open for him.  He hadn’t noticed that she had unbuckled his belt and pants, and the way that his cock throbbed should have been a warning that he had inhaled some of the powder that was on her clothes.

Mia wiggled out of her pants as Spencer shoved his own down to his knees.  It was the longest he could last without being inside of her.  He hooked his long fingers into her panties and hitched them to the side as he filled her completely with a single stroke.

She whined at the sudden intrusion and Spencer thought he might fill her right then with how tight and hot she was.

“Fuck I missed you, I’m not gonna last long,” He groaned as he made small fast thrusts inside of her.

His fingers found her clit again to make sure that she finished before he did.

They were sweating like they had run a marathon when she came and clamped down so hard on him that he saw stars.  He came hard.

Mia tentatively wiggled her hips and Spencer expected to be sensitive from his orgasm.  But to his surprise, he found he was still hard.  Had he been in his right mind he would have realized that Talon was making him hard still, and if they didn’t receive medical attention, they would just continue to fuck each other.

“Want more,” was all that Mia could get out in her feverish state. 

“I’m gonna give more,”

He grunted as he leaned forward to start fucking into her again, harder this time.  “And you’re gonna take everything I give you.”

“Yes, sir,”  She moaned as her eyes crossed.   Spencer cursed at her words.  She was spurring him on with her sounds. 

He had lost count of how many times he had made Mia and himself cum when she rolled him onto his back and straddled him.  She took her shirt off and threw it to the side.  It had landed on top of Spencer’s cellphone but neither of them noticed that.

“I thought you said you were going to give me everything,”  She said as she grabbed his hands and brought them to her breasts as she rode him.

“I will,”  He moaned as he rutted up into her.  His thighs were starting to burn with the exertion, but he never wanted the feeling of being inside of her to end.

“Give me a baby,”  she whined as she fucked him with long strokes.

He sat up and pulled her tight against his chest as they came together.

“Shit, roll over, so I can give it to you deep,”  He said practically pushing her off of his dick.  He kicked off the rest of his clothes and pulled Mia’s panties off, only just realizing that they had been on this whole time.

“Fuck, Spence, please.”

She cried as he lined himself up.

He took her as hard as he dared, wishing he could get his cum into her womb like this.  He was aware she had started to scream his name every couple of thrusts, but neither of them noticed as the EMTs broke in the door with masks on.

Spencer’s fingers curled into her hair as they both came once more before the counteragent was aerosolized.

Mia was sitting on the side of her bathtub rubbing her temples as the headache continued to assault her.

She had woken up first at the hospital almost two days later.  She was hooked up to fluids as a nurse was checking her vitals.  Apparently, she was going to make a full recovery, but she needed to take it easy, and she was basically doing at-home quarantine.

She had been put on medical leave for three weeks pending her doctor’s approval, a drug test, and a psych evaluation.  Something about going through a trauma and there was nothing to be ashamed of.

Her drug test was on Monday and her psych eval was later that same day.  With any luck, she could return to work.  Her whole body still ached, especially her core muscles, and everything surrounding them.  Spencer had fucked her well, and she had enjoyed every minute of it.  Thankfully he had been texting her and not trying to run away from his problems again.  They had some very long conversations about trust, and Mia had decided that she wanted to give him another chance.

The alarm on her phone went off and she hit the stop button before rubbing her temples again.

“Well,” She sighed before taking a picture and sending it to Spencer.

~Are you ready to do this?

~Looks Positive to me

#criminal minds #spencer reid x ofc #police officer!ofc #sex pollen #unplanned pregnancy

[keanureevesisbae]

Warning: mentions of murder, rape and things sex (consensual) related. Please do read every warning at the beginning of every chapter! This story is for 18+ so please do not read if you are a minor.

Many years ago, I was known as Elodie Rowan Rancher, the daughter of the infamous serial killer Rowan Rancher. Somehow I managed to put it all behind me. Changing my name, moving away from the Washington state and settling in Virginia.

Sure, I'm still tormented by nightmares and awful flashbacks, but there is a limit to moving on when you grow up the way I do.

But my peaceful life comes to an abrupt end when SSA David Rossi stands on my doorstep again, this time not with Jason Gideon, but with Spencer Reid and they come to deliver a disturbing message.

Rowan Rancher—my father, the serial killer, the reason I am never truly at peace—has escaped from prison. And no matter how hard I try, I realize one thing.

I can never run from my father. My past. The FBI.

coming soon

00. preview // 01. jailbreak // 02. the mattress // 03. a kiss in the rain // 04. copy cat // 05. copy cat part 2 // 06. auditing a class // 07. sickening domestic // 08. inspiration // 09. taken // 10. taken part 2 // 11. bittersweet goodbyes // 12. epilogue

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x ofc #spencer reid x asian ofc #spencer x elodie price #asian ofc #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction

[muffinbeliever]

Surviving Together

5 nightmares in the lives of Spencer and Luna. 1 dream to make it all better.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x OFC

Word Count: 2038

Warnings: canon-typical violence, brief mention of child abuse, j*hn winchester, mention of being off medications, brief mentions of death, angst, hurt/comfort i guess?

A/N: hellooooooooooo it me this feels terribly rushed but i just wanted to post something for u guys so i hope u enjoy :') (also im seriously debating calling the cm x spn crossover criminatural tell me that doesn't work)

Masterlist

one

She didn’t mean for it to happen. 

Luna was well aware that Spencer would never hurt her. Spencer wasn’t him. But it was an instinct that had developed over the years of growing up under her father’s militant ways. So when Spencer raised hand to run his fingers through his hair during a heated argument, she flinched. 

Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she saw Spencer’s immediate reaction: all traces of anger disappearing from his dark eyes and replaced by intense concern. So intense that she averted her gaze, backing up and curling into herself. 

“Luna,” he whispered, scared that anything louder would frighten her further. 

Spencer was not him.

Luna repeated this over and over in her head, building up the courage to finally look him in the eyes. Tears pooled at the unconditional worry for her that clouded his eyes. 

“I’m sorry,” she breathed, knowing that anything more would break her. 

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he reasoned, but she shook her head. He slowly raised his arms, reaching out to her, and she allowed him to pull her in. The soft yarn of his cardigan brushed at her face and wiped away her tears as she sobbed into him. He murmured comforting words, but there was still dread in her heart.

She was too broken for him. 

two

She awoke with a gasp, sitting straight up in bed. She could still feel the icy breath against her cheek and someone else’s warm blood that dripped from the vampire’s mouth as he trapped her against the wall. She thought she had gotten over the nightmares of her second hunt. Only fifteen years old, witnessing an older hunter— her dad’s friend— bleed dry in front of her. The fear in her heart that took over when she realized that she was next. Drowning in the acceptance of her grim fate until Dean came bursting into the warehouse and beheading the monster in one fell swoop. 

“Angel?” 

Spencer’s sleep-filled, raspy voice was a beacon of light in her dark memories, guiding her back to the soft sheets that she tightly gripped and his soothing caress on her back. She willed her heart to ease its pounding. The bed shifted as he sat up alongside her.

She curled into herself, shielding her body away. Shielding the world away.

This was the fourth time this week that she had woken him up in the middle of the night without explanation. She felt suffocated under his concern and her inability to tell him about the life she lived before she met him.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” he begged. 

Her heart broke from the sadness lacing his tone. She shook her head.

“I can’t.”

three

They were reading when he got the call. 

The shrill ringtone pierced through the comforting ambiance that they had created on his couch. His eyebrows furrowed as he picked up his phone. 

“Hello…Yes, this is Dr. Spencer Reid.”

Luna continued reading, the incomprehensible voice on the phone garbled away. 

“She what?”

Luna’s eyes snapped up to her boyfriend, hearing his shaky tone. His face had paled and his tight grip on the phone made his knuckles white. 

“Oh my god,” he whispered, rapidly blinking away tears. 

She quickly put her book down when she saw his free hand curling into a fist, his fingernails undoubtedly digging into his palm. She grabbed it and gently massaged it open, clasping it between hers. The tears overcame him, running down his cheeks as he listened to the person on the other line. 

“Okay, thank you.” 

The phone fell from his hands as he stared at the wall in shock. Fear gripped Luna’s heart. 

“Spence?” 

His eyes flicked to her and the intense pain that they held broke something inside of her. 

“M-my mom…” he trailed off, and Luna knew he was reliving every single nanosecond of the phone call— the curse of his eidetic memory. He shook his head and cleared his throat before starting again. 

“My mom… she’s really sick right now,” he trailed off.

Luna’s heart broke in two as she saw the broken man in front of her. 

“Spence,” she said, but he shook his head, his brunette curls shaking with his head. 

“I knew that she was getting worse, sometimes she even rejects her medications. I’ve been in contact with her doctor, but she has been acting up.” He said, his voice cracking with every word he spoke. 

“I think that you should go see her,” Luna reasoned.

“Will you come with me?” He asked, and she hesitated.

“Are you sure?” She asked, not wanting to intrude in his personal life. 

“I’m sure,” he agreed. 

Luna nodded her head, assuring her boyfriend that she will be with him through thick and thin. 

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“Of course,” she said, pulling him close to her, breathing in the scent of his lemon laundry detergent.

four

“Angel,” came the soft whispers that Luna had become familiar with waking up to. 

There was a gentle kiss to the nape of her neck, and she snuggled closer into the warm body against hers. The strong arm around her waist tightened slightly at her shift. 

“Fivemoreminutes,” she muttered sleepily, burrowing her head further into her pillow. 

There was a gentle chuckle in response that she felt rumble through Spencer’s chest and her back. 

“I guarantee you we have less than two before the rugrats wake up,” he said, drowsy sleep lacing his tone. 

For a millisecond, Luna’s subconscious nudged her, a vague question of who exactly “the rugrats” referred to, but she blamed it on the haze of sleep. 

“Spence,” she groaned, scrunching her eyes, refusing to awake. “Five more minutes, please.” 

“Alright,” he relented in response, his voice threaded with amusement, knowing there were only a handful of times he was wrong.

True to Dr. Spencer Reid form, he was correct. One minute and forty-eight seconds later, there was a squeal from down the hall, and the young doctor chuckled once more, placing a kiss upon Luna’s shoulder as she groaned at the noise.

“I hate saying ‘I told you so’…”

“Liar,” Luna yawned, finally blinking her eyes open, taking in the way the sun streamed through the cream curtains that adorned their shared bedroom. 

There was another nudge in her mind, asking when exactly they officially began to share a bedroom and why she was so familiar with the cries of two children down the hall, but again, Luna shoved the thoughts away, blaming it on her sleep-induced haze.

“You love saying ‘I told you so.’ It’s one of the only ways that you can prove your 187 IQ,” she teased, knowing that there were more than several ways for her boyfriend to prove his above-average intelligence. 

“Maybe just a little,” he winked with a cheeky smile. “I love you more, though.”

Luna barely had time to reciprocate his declaration before there was a louder cry from behind the closed door. The nudging returned to her brain right in time for her to see Spencer open the door and leave, quickly returning with a small child so eerily familiar it made her heart ache. 

The little girl had soft brown curls and the most adorable puppy eyes, identical to the man who carried her. Her plump cheeks were wet, signaling that she had recently cried, and she sniffled occasionally, reaching out to Luna when Spencer got close enough. 

“You wanna go to Mom?” He asked in a soothing tone. The little girl blinked at him and wiggled her fingers more intensely, and Spencer chuckled before turning to Luna, handing her the girl. 

Luna took the child from him, but the nudging in her mind continued, back with a vengeance. 

Whose child was this? Was she “mom”? 

“I thought you were Daddy’s girl,” he joked, ruffling the child’s hair. She turned away from him, burying her face into Luna’s neck, and Luna rubbed comforting circles on her back, her mind still reeling from the turn of events. 

“Spence,” she murmured quietly. He hummed in response. 

“Is this our daughter?” 

He laughed, but his eyebrows quickly furrowed when he realized she was serious.

“…yes?” Spencer had an incredulous look in his eyes as he regarded her curiously, concern shading his gaze. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling okay?”

“I…I don’t remember her at all. I don’t remember our lives together like this?” Luna’s voice was shaky as she wracked her memory trying to figure out what was going on. 

“I don’t remember any of this.” 

Spencer opened his mouth to reply, but Luna’s head began to spin before she could hear what he said. Her mind was dizzy with confusion and it felt like she was losing blood, but she knew that didn’t make any sense. She felt the little girl leave her arms right before collapsing back onto the bed, darkness filling her vision. 

She groaned when she finally came to, the familiar silhouettes of her older brothers leaning over her. 

“Dean?” Her raspy voice sounded unfamiliar to her ears, like it hadn’t been used for days. “What’s going on?” 

She went to sit up, but her head felt like it was splitting in two at every movement. 

“Just hold on Lune, don’t get up yet,” her eldest brother said, coaxing her back onto the floor. “You were caught by a djinn. Don’t you remember?” 

At Dean’s words, Luna suddenly remembered the supply run she was on, leaving the store with her car keys in hand before someone placed a hand on her shoulder, his eyes turning blue as she blacked out. 

Her heart sank as she thought of the little girl her mind made up, and the man of her dreams, who was now only that: a dream.

“None of that was real?” Her voice cracked and a tear slipped down her cheek, thinking about the ghost of Spencer’s touch that she would never feel again.

five

“This is Reid,” the young FBI agent snapped into the phone, his patience running thin. 

The BAU had been chasing a ritualistic killer going on three days now, and if the unsub kept to the timetable, they would strike again tonight, but the team didn’t know where.

“I—uh, I’m so sorry, Spencer,” Garcia’s soft voice came through, causing the young doctor to stop shuffling through his papers. 

“What?” 

“Those siblings, the Winchesters, that you asked me to keep an eye out for,” Garcia said quietly, and Spencer felt his heart sputter and then speed up. 

“What about them?” He asked, his mind running through every single reason that Garcia would be apologizing. He knew in his mind what it probably was, but he refused to acknowledge it— it couldn’t be her. 

“The local sheriff’s office in Monument, Colorado reported to Special Agent Victor Henriksen that they had the siblings in custody this morning,” she said, and Spencer hated that he let out a sigh of relief. At least she was alright.

“But…” Garcia continued, Spencer’s heart dropping at the single word. 

“But what, Garcia?” He could hear the trembling in his voice, and he knew that Garcia could too.

“I just got a report that the building blew up…I’m sorry Spencer, but there were no survivors.”

The phone fell from his hand and he watched it hit the floor, as if in slow motion. 

It couldn’t be her.

+1

Dr. Spencer Reid had faced many dangerous situations in his lifetime— kidnapped by serial killers, held at gunpoint more times than he could count, continuously putting his life on the line for civilians— but he had never been more scared than he was at this moment. 

Spencer was tall, but these men were taller. Bigger. Buffer. Clad in their flannel, they stood tall, sizing up the young doctor. 

“Spence,” Luna said, smiling gently at him. “You’ve already met my brother Dean, and this is Sam.” 

The radiance of his girlfriend’s smile eased the pounding in Spencer’s chest, and he firmly shook the hands of the two men before him. 

“Luna talks about you both all the time,” he said, shooting a loving smile at his beaming girlfriend. 

“It’s a dream to finally meet you.” 

#criminal minds #supernatural #spencer reid x ofc #spencer reid #spencer reid x younger sister!winchester #younger sister!winchester #CRIMINATURAL #muffinbeliever

[oceanmusings]

Butterflies

Pairing | Spencer Reid x Arwen Valentine

Summary | Arwen moves in with Spencer.

Word Count | 1K

The pillow that Arwen hugged to her chest was the only thing that anchored her from the butterflies swirling in her abdomen. She stared at the packed boxes in her bedroom that were waiting for her to carry down the flight of stairs and into her car, then back up another set of stairs and left in Spencer’s place. And soon leave herself there with them.

Well, “leaving” wasn’t the right word. That’s not what’s happening. Arwen was moving in.

Spencer had suggested that she moved in after she asked to sleep at his place on their way home. It became a habit for Arwen to just sleep at Spencer’s instead. Half of her things had gravitated over there anyways. It made sense when he placed the idea out, but he was so gentle while saying it. Attentive of all her issues with making large steps in a relationship.

She was waiting in the elevator with him, standing next to each other as Arwen searched for her keys - she would rather drive with him than take public transportation. And he blurted the words out. “You could move in.” Then the panic was in his eyes that Arwen saw before when he let the “L” word out. She didn’t blame him for thinking what happened last time. “I mean- I just- wanted to say, I’d be okay with it. If you wanted to.”

Arwen felt the butterflies in her abdomen then too, adjusting her bag again, trying to keep her hands busy. Trying to think about this suggestion he had laid out. “Are you sure you want to live with me?” What if this is how she ruins her second chance with him? She didn’t want to lose him. And she couldn’t help but think this could be the domino effect of them splitting once again. “You won’t get bored and annoyed from seeing me 24/7?”

“You act like I don’t already.” Spencer points out.

Touché.

The elevator doors opened to the garage. Spencer saw how she was anxiously holding her bag, and immediately knew the swirling amount of emotions she could be feeling. He tapped on her fingers clutching on her bag's strap, and her fingers relaxed and released the bag, letting him take her hand into his own. He gave a gentle squeeze.

Arwen’s mind focused on the feeling of his hand in hers. It was like Spencer had some kind of superpower able to keep the clawing anxious thoughts at bay. She didn’t know how he did it, but she also didn’t want to question it. “But, of course I’m sure. You already kinda live there, and this would just make it more permanent. And I could never get bored or annoyed with you.”

Arwen melted and agreed to the idea. They decided to do it when her lease was up at her apartment to make things easier. Her brother could still have the old apartment too so there was no worry there. She even told the twins, and immediately Sam asked if he could have her room. Everything was falling into place. Now it was the final step. The day of moving in.

Currently she was waiting for Spencer to arrive since she called for his help. She couldn’t fit everything in her car and she refused to do this in multiple trips. Spencer could help with some of the boxes that just wouldn’t fit.

It wasn’t too many boxes either since most of her things were already at his place. Their place. It’s going to take Arwen some time to get used to referring to the apartment as theirs that they own together. Not just him.

Arwen got pulled out of her thoughts when she heard her phone go off, the photo background changing to a photo of her boyfriend instead. She pressed the “answer” button and pressed it the phone to her ear with a “hello?”

“I’m here,” She heard Spencer say on the other end. “Ready?”

There was a moment of silence as Arwen searched her feelings. Was she truly ready? It was really too late to back out now. She had already made her decision. But she also found herself not panicking to run the other direction. Just the fact this was all new. And the sound of Spencer’s voice on the other end caused this wash of warmth to spread through her. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

It was like a game of tetris trying to fit enough boxes in her car. A really frustrating game of tetris. She was really glad to have called Spencer for help and put some of the boxes in his own car that just didn’t fit, but also have his help on how to get everything to fit. He kept checking in with her to make sure she was comfortable and ready. And she kept confirming, she was okay. She was ready for this.

It was hell carrying those boxes back up the stairs. By the time she put the last box down, her thighs were so sore and exhausted. She definitely could skip leg day. She could feel a sheen of sweat all over her after basically a long ass work-out she has done. She really needed a shower. But she did it. All her things were here.

Arwen felt some arms snake around her waist and Spencer pressed some kisses along her cheek. She cringed at how close he was to the grime she has built up, rather he wasn't so close to her right now. She tried to squirm out of his hold, but he just tightened his arms around her.

“Please, I’m so gross. You don’t want to be close to this.”

“Yes, I do.” He murmurs as he presses more kisses along her body.

“I’m all sweaty!”

“I don’t care!” He grinned against her skin. “You’re here finally.”

A laugh left her lips as she memorized the feeling of being in Spencer’s arms, in a space they share together now. It felt surreal they were at this point of their relationship, Arwen would never be able to do this if they were together the first time around. Or with any relationship she’s had before. The idea would have petrified her and made her run for the hills. But here she is now, being held by her boyfriend in their apartment. Arwen realized all those feelings she was having earlier wasn’t the usual anxiety she was having. It was excitement. She was excited to move in. She was so used to the butterflies meaning anxiety when, in reality, they were excited butterflies. She couldn’t wait to share a space with him. A smile grew on her lips at this realization, a sense of pride rising in her at how much not only herself has grown. But Spencer too for them to be able to make this step together.

#arwen valentine #arwen and spencer #criminal minds oc #original character #original female character #spencer reid x original female character #spencer reid x oc #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds one-shot #see I can write fluff for them #spencer reid x ofc #spencer reid one-shot

[writing-all-the-time-2]

12 Days of Ficmas 2022: Day 12

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Elizabeth Rossi (ofc)

CW/TW: None

Word Count: 468

Summary: Garcia talks the BAU into an office wide Secret Santa.

This year Garcia insisted on doing an office wide secret Santa. She brought around a jar with all our names in it and had us pick one. I pulled JJ's name.

About a week after pulling names was when I decided to give JJ her present. I knocked on the door of her office.

"Come in," JJ said.

"I've got something for you," I said when I walked in.

I sat the gift basket I had put together down on her desk.

"Oh, so you're my secret Santa," JJ said as she started looking through the items in the basket.

"Yep and since you work so hard I got you all at home spa, self care things," I said.

"Thank you so much," JJ said. "Wait, what are these?"

She had pulled the three pieces of paper out from the front of the basket.

"Okay, so, this might be a little cheesy, but you can cash those in with me on any night for a guaranteed babysitter so you and Will can go out," I said.

"That's so sweet," JJ said, getting up from her desk to give me a hug. "So, any idea on who your secret Santa is?"

"No idea," I said.

"Hopefully you find out soon," JJ said before I left her office.

As the day went on, other secret Santas were revealed.

"Hey, Liz, do you have a minute?" Spencer asked, stopping by my desk.

"Yeah, what's up?" I asked.

"I pulled your name for secret Santa," Spencer said as he  sat a gift bag on my desk. "It's not much, but I hope you like it."

The first thing I pulled from the bag was a copy of The Complete Tales and Poems of Edgar Allen Poe.

"I love this cover," I said.

I started flipping through the pages only to find that the margins were full of writing.

"Did you annotate this?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's just some thoughts and stuff," Spencer said.

"I can't wait to read them," I said. "Plus it gives me an excuse to read Edgar Allen Poe again."

"I had a feeling you'd say that," Spencer said. "There's still one more thing."

I checked the bag and saw a small jewelry box at the bottom. I took it out and opened it. There was a silver raven necklace inside.

"I love it," I said.

"You were the first one I thought of when I saw it," Spencer said.

I got up and gave him a hug.

"Could you help me put it on?" I asked.

"Sure," Spencer said, taking the necklace from me.

I moved my hair out of the way so he could close the clasp.

"What do you think?" I asked when I turned around.

"It looks beautiful on you," Spencer said with a smile.

#12 days of ficmas 2022 #criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x ofc

[sigloverofwords]

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[morehotch]

[11:34 PM]

you’re already in bed with your boyfriend, warmth radiating from spencer's body that's flush next to your own. you face him, gently tracing your hand along his jaw. it never gets old- looking at him, being with him. it manages to feel new everyday yet still comforting and safe.

spencer smiles softly, gaze focused on his hand that runs up and down your waist and thighs, dipping under his worn t shirt you're wearing. you pull his face closer to yours, pressing you lips together sweetly, tasting his minty toothpaste. spencer hums while you instead make a noise of discomfort and pull away, pushing your hand at his chest. “you need to shave. it hurts when you kiss me.”

spencer smiles sheepishly, hand instinctively coming to rub at his chin. he hasn't shaved in a few days, almost a week, much longer than he usually went without shaving. after coming back after a case exhausted and committing to a very lazy weekend in your shared apartment, he was letting his usual ghost of a shadow grow into a prickly stubble that although looked very attractive, felt like sandpaper against your skin.

“well we can’t have that," he mutters, “i’ll do it in the morning after we shower.”

“then,” you huff, rolling over and out of his hold and spencer immediately mourns the loss of your warmth as you stare at him intently. spencer thinks you're absolutely adorable. you pout, leaning into his arm. “you can’t kiss me until the morning.” 

spencer's mouth opens in mock offense and you smile softly, immediately realizing you definitely can't wait until tomorrow before resuming your duely owed kisses. “or i could do it now,” you suggest, noticing the way the corners of spencer's mouth instantly curve into a smile.

“really?”

you grin back excitedly, soothingly running your hand through his hair that's getting longer these day, “of course, that would be really nice.”

it takes a while for you two- both sleepy, to get to the bathroom as spencer lets you lead him hand in hand. he hops up on the counter while you stand between his legs as he watches you with tired eyes, smiling softly and teasing with a raised eyebrow, “you sure you know how to do this, angel?”

“yes,” you emphasize, figuring you've watched spencer do it in the mirror enough times to have some level of skill and confidence. “here, let me-” you continue, carefully gripping his chin, applying the cold shaving cream. spencer quickly pulls back, giggling, “tickles,” he sheepishly explains.

you bite back a grin, failing as you smile unashamedly. "stay still, honey." you concentrate as you finish spreading shaving cream along his skin.

neither of you say much as you begin shaving him; you’re focused on properly shaving him and spencer is mesmerized by your concentration, noting the cute way your tongue slightly pokes out as you carefully bring the razor to his chin.

you take your time, enjoying the peaceful moment spent easily with spencer and the rhythmic motion of shaving him before rinsing the razor in water. once you finish, you grab a towel and gently wipe his face clean.

“thank you,” spencer whispers, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer.

“of course,” you mumble into his chest, thumbing over his tinted red cheek, now flushed from your sudden closeness.

“let’s sleep,” he says, interlocking your hands and languidly tugging you toward your inviting bed.

“wait," you keep him close against you, "we have to test it out.” you remind him as spencer nods in agreement. your lips are so close that it only feels natural to meet them together for a sweet, sleepy kiss.

he wastes no time in slotting his mouth against yours, with the same passion and need spencer has whenever he gets back from a case and hasn't seen you for days; when you can tell just how much he misses you and when he sighs happily against your lips.

“better?” spencer asks when you finally pull away to take a breath. you smile up at him, enjoying the feeling of his now smooth and soft skin against yours.

"yes, very, thank you," you smile and spencer looks at you like he's incredibly endeared.

"i think i need to be thanking you, angel." he laughs softly and it’s forever the best feeling, warm, comfortable, and so familiar.

#1st work for spence! dw ofc im still writing for aaron <3 #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid x you

[bucker3911]

outfits i'd k!ll to see spencer reid in

yes the iconic gray sweatpants

i honestly prefer black but it's still a gate way to see his cock-ROACH cockroach

(COCK)ROACHES

his cock...... tails 🧍🏼‍♀️

....ty now byebye 🫠

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[0and0its0doctor0]

Welcome! Masterlist!

Hello and welcome! My name is Bella, I am 30, I write Criminal Minds fanfiction for Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid and David Rossi. Please feel free to send story suggestions or prompt ideas or just say Hi! Here is a little masterlist of my current stories. 

Aaron Hotchner

I don't dance Summary: Aaron had a bad day. Twirling you around the kitchen makes him feel better.

I won't let go Summary: You wake up thinking everything is perfect. In reality you've been stabbed.

Unsub Kisses Summary: Aaron has to go undercover and makes out with the unsub. You get jealous.

You are the only thing I need. Like coffee in the morning Summary: Aaron asks you out…in front of everyone.

Why Wait? Summary: Vegas hotels have wedding chapels in the lobby. Aaron makes a decision.

Love you out loud Summary: Hotch cuddles. What could be better?

Shut up and dance with me! Summary: When you are asked to attend the annual FBI Gala you dress up. Hotch can't help himself.

Hostage Kisses Summary: He didn't mean to kiss you....No that's a lie. He totally did.

Sandwich Hearts Summary: You make Aaron's lunch and he gets lightly teased for it.

Lipstick smeared accidents Summary: When Aaron is checking over an injury on you he just can't help himself.

Keep on dreaming Summary: You fall asleep smushed between Aaron and David.

I’m dirty but you play clean 18+. Summary: Handcuffs. Hotchner. Lack of clothing.

I will not give you up this time Summary: Facebook memories are bringing you down. Aaron decides to do something about it. 

They tell me your blue sky’s faded to gray Summary: You can't sleep. Aaron helps. 

Asleep on the jet Summary: You fall asleep on Aaron’s shoulder on the jet.

Do I deserve this hurting? Summary: Your depression is plaguing you. Aaron helps comfort you. 

Spencer Reid

Marry me today and everyday Summary: Spencer has never been more nervous for anything in his life.

Heat Stroke Summary: You are self-conscious about the scars on your arms so you wear long sleeves. And wind up getting heat stroke. Spencer takes care of you.

We've all got bruises Summary: You mess up on a case and take it out on yourself. Spencer finds out and confronts you about it.

Sleep Issues Summary: Spencer can't sleep. You help just by being there.

There's no turning back now Summary: First kisses can be a scary thing.

Why? That's what I keep asking Summary: You don't fit in with anyone anymore. You can't keep faking it. You're so sorry.

Tonight will be the night I will fall for you Summary: Spencer suspects your boyfriend is beating you. When you show up on his doorstep, beaten, he vows to protect you.

They say we're crazy, I say well maybe that's true. Summary: Spencer is having a bad mental health day. You try to help him

I’ll wear out the words I love you Summary: Spencer finally asks the question that’s been on his mind for months…just not when and where you’d expect

So I’ll leave you gagged and bound Summary: You have been dating Aaron Hotchner for a few months and when he introduces you to the team Spencer Reid can't help but fall in love. The problem is Spencer's mental health is declining and fast. When he gets fired and realizes he has nothing to lose...he takes you. Will Aaron find you in time?

A subtle interest Summary: Emily drags Spencer to see her ballerina friend perform. Spencer falls fast. 

Sometimes even to live is an act of courage Summary: Spencer is not doing well. This is not a happy story. Trigger warnings apply. 

David Rossi

You belong to me I believe Summary: An unsub gets a little too flirty with you. David steps in.

Date Night 18+  Summary: Bella is new to the FBI and literally runs into David Rossi who she happens to have a massive crush on. He takes her out to dinner and they wind up on his couch.

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[weird-is-life]

Sneak-peek. A lil something, I'm currently working on.🙈

"Y-You won't even say anything?" your voice breaks in the middle of the sentence. But looking at Spencer's teary eyes and completely shut mouth, you know, you two are done.

"I-It's over, Spencer. Please just go, you can come take your things some other day," you don't even wait for him to say anything. You go open the door and look anywhere, but him while he slowly leaves.

You don't have the courage to look at him. You hear him sniffle, but don't look. You can't see his broken face, it would be even worse than it already is.

Spencer leaves, and you slam the door shut behind him. It feels like your heart is being cut open by millions of tiny glass pieces as soon as the door closes.

#angst angst angst #with fluffy ending ofc #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fanfiction

[marril96]

The stalker sends the BAU a video of Alison. Emotions run high.

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[a-cloud-for-dreams]

My Baby Penguin

Prompt By @imagining-in-the-margins: Spencer and someone goes to/meet at the aquarium (I saw the Trivia post and had to write this lol ty for making it!)

Spencer Reid x F!OC (Dr. Aaliyah Hadid)

TW: mention of fear and child abductions

A/N: Sorry, this is kinda messy since it's a draft but I thought it was cute so 😭

When Aaliyah Hadid took the day off from the BAU to spend the day with her family at the local aquarium, she didn't expect to debate with a five-year-old about whether or not to get another stuffed animal. It's not like she didn't want to spoil her kid, but it would be an understatement to say that their home was already filled with toys from baby showers and previous birthdays, mostly from her unofficial aunts and uncles.

"Cleo, we talked about this," Liya says sternly while crossing her arms. "You agreed to one stuffed animal." Spencer stood between his two favorite girls struggling to pick a side while his daughter pouted.

"But mami, he's so cute! And Daddy said penguins are super cool, right Daddy?" she turned to him with her big doe eyes.

"She's right, actually. We saw the documentary about Antarctica and actually, many penguin couples can locate each other using distinct calls-" he starts to wave his hands excitedly while explaining before he is interrupted.

"Spence!" she exclaimed. "I love you and your fun facts but you aren't helping right now babe."

"Sorry sweetheart," he apologizes, leaning over to be on the same level as his daughter. "Sorry pumpkin, we already agreed to one stuffed animal right? And we know how important it is to keep our promises." She frowned and gave the soft pumpkin a big hug.

"Okay Daddy," she replied solemnly. Aaliyah chuckles against her will. Daddy's Girl.

As she puts the toy back, Spencer sighs. For some reason, he couldn't live with the guilt that came with not getting her the toy. What if she hates him? Or worse, hates him? Besides, it's just one toy...

"Liya, honey?" he pulls her aside. "Maybe we could try to work out a new agreement?"

"Spencer..." she warns him. "Did she already get to you?"

"I can't help it! She has your perfect eyes," he cradled her face in his hands. She sighed.

"Spence, I love her too, but we can't give in to her every time. We already let her have ice cream and we agreed to extra TV time. If we keep this up, she's going to feel like she can get whatever she wants without any consequence."

"Would that be a bad thing?"

"You know that's not what I- Wait, where did she go?"

"Hmm?"

The sudden dread kicked in, and it felt like their blood ran cold. The two have worked many abduction cases before and were easily able to sympathize with the parents, but this? Actually, being in this situation? It felt completely different, like wanting to freeze yet feeling a sudden urge to run in every direction possible.

Cleo couldn't have gone that far, that's for sure, and they didn't hear anything, so she was probably not taken by force. But then again, she also wouldn't leave with a stranger, the two taught her better than that.

As they spiraled through their worst fears, they found her in the corner of the other side of the store hugging another penguin that was practically her height. Spencer and Aaliyah threw their arms around the little girl, doing their best to hide their watery eyes.

"Don't ever do that to us again sweetheart, promise us," Spencer begged. All Cleo could do was nod before they released her. She showed off her newfound penguin bigger than the last one.

"I'm sorry, I wanted to show you the big penguin," she sniffled, scared she made her parents mad. Aaliyah kissed her forehead and smiled.

"You know what, fine. We'll get the big penguin. But in return, I want five good snuggles, is that okay?" she asked.

"Okay mami, I love you. And I love you, Daddy. Can you tell me more things about penguins?"

Spencer's face lit up immediately. "Of course, I can sweetheart!"

And as they left the aquarium, Aaliyah reached two conclusions. One, she loves her dorky husband and her adorable daughter unconditionally no matter the ridiculous things they can do sometimes it's not like she hasn't made mistakes either. And two, she will never let her husband handle negotiations with their daughter again.

#some dad!spencer for your day ofc because the show did him a disservice #also I wrote this w/ my OCs but feel free to imagine this as an x reader i don't really mind lol #I also wrote a version of this w/ Hotch? 😭 I cannot be stopped #spencer reid #spencer reid x fanfiction #spencer reid x female!oc #criminal minds #aaliyah hadid oc #spenliyah 🧪

[keanureevesisbae]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 03. kiss in the rain

Spencer Reid x Elodie Price (asian/pacific islander/moluccan OFC)

Summary: Elodie's birthday is coming up!

Serie warnings: Mention of murder, blood. Mention of rape (not described). Eventual smut.

Chapter warnings: Mention of nightmares, of Rowan Rancher.

Word count: 1.8k

Masterlist // Beyond Words Masterlist

When I fall in love, it will be forever - Jane Austen

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Her

I made the mistake of suggesting an audio tourguide when we stepped foot into this museum. We as in Spencer and I. After exchanging phone numbers and that call before I fell asleep, we’ve been consistently calling. Even when he has a case. He puts his phone in his front pocket and starts rambling, even when he’s talking to others. And ever since we do that, ever since his voice is the last one I hear before I fall asleep, I don’t have nightmares. 

Because I don’t have an eidetic memory like he does, I barely remember a word he said when we were in the museum, looking at different paintings. All I remember was the smile on my face, was the lingering of my eyes on his tall and lanky physique and how he’s so passionate about anything really, expressively talking with his hands. 

The two of us are now sitting at the cafe close to the museum. Him with an americano (and not only poured his own sugar packet in it, but also mine), me with a cappuccino.

‘Why do you have tattoos?’ Spencer asks.

I stare at the dots on my hand. I wonder if he knows how many tattoos I’m hiding underneath my clothes. I’ve got a lot of them. On my arms, my legs, my back, underneath my breasts. 

‘My father hated them,’ I say, ‘so when I was eighteen, the first thing I did was scheduling a tattoo appointment, so I could get inked. Whenever dad—‘ I realize quickly I’m outside. Talking about Rowan Rancher as my father could possibly fall onto the wrong ears. ‘Whenever he dated a woman prior to you know, he always checked whether or not she had tattoos.’

‘If she did, was it worse?’

I nod. ‘If she did, they found her. If she didn’t, I helped them find her.’

Spencer takes a sip of his coffee. With zero tact—and I absolutely think it’s adorable—he says: ‘Your birthday is in three days.’

‘True.’

‘What is the perfect way for you to spend your birthday?’

‘Honestly, I just want to browse for hours on end at Barnes and Nobles, no rush, just me and books. That’s all.’

‘Do you have anything to do in three days?’ Spencer asks. ‘I could take you to Barnes and Nobles. I find it soothing to spend my time around books too. Besides, I have to buy this newest book about quantum physics and corpus linguistics and hopefully I can find it there.’

I offer him a smile. ‘Do you want to spend your day with me, Spencer?’ I ask. 

‘It’s your birthday,’ he states. ‘I…’ I watch how he fidgets with his hands, tension in each of his fingers. ‘I know how it is to spend your birthdays alone. I don’t want you to spend it alone.’

Thank the stars for russet brown skin, because I would’ve been a blushing mess if I favored my father with his paler skin and blue eyes. I run my fingers through my black hair and say: ‘I’d like to spend my birthday with you. Especially in Barnes and Nobles.’

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Them

‘Reid,’ Garcia says, almost dragging Spencer out of his thoughts and concentration. ‘What are you doing?’

‘I’m trying to create an understandable map of the local Barnes and Nobles.’

‘For yourself?’ Prentiss asks, rolling her desk chair over to Spencer’s desk. ‘I thought you had an eidetic memory and know your way around.’

‘I do have an eidetic memory,’ he states, ‘however I am taking Elodie to Barnes and Nobles for her birthday and because she has never been there before, I want to make sure the experience isn’t too overwhelming for her.’

‘Elodie?’ Prentiss asks, her eyes widening in intrigue. ‘As in Elodie Price?’

‘Yes.’

Morgan joins them and says: ‘Pretty boy has taken a liking in Elodie. They call every night before she goes to sleep.’

‘Usually we call at nine o’clock and ninety five percent of the time, she’s asleep at nine forty five,’ Spencer says, thinking back about the times where he doesn’t hear her hums, but instead hears soft snores. He goes back to creating the map again and Garcia ruffles his hairs.

‘You’re so sweet when you’re in love with someone,’ she says. ‘Elodie sure is a lucky girl.’

‘Why do you like her so much?’ Prentiss asks curiously.

‘She’s intriguing,’ Spencer answers, continuing using the ruler to draw a straight line. ‘You know that whenever she talks, I feel like I never want to press pause. I just want to absorb every syllable.’  He looks up with a smile—a very telling one—and whispers: ‘And whenever I look at her, I don’t want to look away.’

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Her

Thankfully Spencer saved the happy birthday serenade for when he picked me up from my place, holding two cupcakes in his hands, one with a two and the other with a six. Once we’re in front of the Barnes and Nobles, he gives me a piece of paper. ‘What is it?’ I ask, folding it open. ‘A map?’

‘I created a map for you, since you told me you haven’t been to this Barnes and Nobles.’

Sometimes it’s hard not to smother this man with hugs.

The two of us make our way into the promised land, surrounded by books. Spencer follows me like a little duckling, though I think he knows better than anyone what’s the best route. Instead of berating me for taking a massive detour—it’s that massive I noticed it myself—he gives me all the precise measurements of this building. 

We stop near the romance section and I fold the map, putting it into my pocket, before I look at the spines and all the beautiful book covers. 

‘Romance novels generate over one point forty four billion dollars in revenue, making romance the highest earning genre of fiction,’ Spencer says. ‘Have you read Fifty Shades of Grey?’

I shake my head. ‘No, why would I?’

‘It’s the Best-Selling romance novel of all time,’ he answers. ‘Sold over one hundred fifty million copies, surpassing Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen with a good thirty million copies.’

‘I haven’t read Pride and Prejudice either,’ I say. ‘Though it’s a classic.’

Spencer nods. ‘Do you have a colleague degree, Elodie? Because approximately forty five percent of the romance readers have a college degree.’

It’s an odd way of conversing, sure, but I’m always curious to see what he’s gonna say next.

‘I’ve studied English in college,’ I say, ‘so yeah, I’ve got a degree.’

While Spencer provides me with tons of other facts about the building, the romance genre and certain authors, I put more and more books into my basket. Eventually we go towards his section of preferred books, with the help of the map. I watch him rhythmically pointing towards the bookshelves, almost like a conductor in front of an orchestra. While I am going to buy seven books, he is going to buy two he came for. 

However, once we’re near the check out, he grabs my shopping basket from me and says: ‘Happy birthday, Elodie.’

It takes me a good five seconds before I catch up. ‘No,’ I say, trying to grab the basket from him. ‘No, no, no, you’re not gonna pay for my books.’

‘It’s your birthday,’ he says, ‘of course I am gonna pay for the books. That is my gift to you.’

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We end up at my apartment and together we stare out of the window, watching the rain pour from the dark sky. ‘I love the rain,’ I admit.

‘Why?’ 

‘I don’t know. It gives off something cosy. Don’t you think?’ 

Spencer nods, standing behind me as he takes in the rain. I hear his fingers tapping on the phone and not long afterwards, his footsteps walk away from me. I look over my shoulder, when I see him putting on his coat, before grabbing mine. 

‘What are you doing?’ I ask. 

‘According to many romance movies and novels, the rain is considered highly romantic.’ He places my coat on my shoulders, before he tugs my hand. 

‘Spencer, what are we doing?’

‘We’re going out in the rain,’ he tells me matter of factly. ‘Considering your favorite genre is romance, I think you deserve a romantic moment on your birthday.’

His fingers laced through mine and together we walk towards the exit. The raindrops fall on my head and my skin and I let out a juvenile squeal, delighted to be outside. I spread my arms and turn my face to the sky, closing my eyes, enjoying every single second of it. 

‘Elodie.’

My eyes meet Spencer’s, before we offer each other a smile. Shit, I could look at his gorgeous face for eternity and never ever be tired of it. ‘Yes, Spencer?’

‘Have you ever kissed someone?’

I nod. ‘Yeah, when I was younger. Why?’

‘Do you want me to kiss you?’

I’ve been yearning for a true kiss from you ever since you stepped foot into my life, Spencer Reid. Yes, I want you to kiss me and once you start, I don’t want you to stop. Instead of spilling those words, I simply nod. 

Spencer’s hair is stuck to his face and with a brute gesture, he pushes the locks from his face, before his large hands cup my face. He bridges the distance between us. His lips clash on mine and while it definitely could use some work, I take him in with everything I’ve got. His lips, his scent, his touch. I cling onto his jacket, parting my lips.

‘Happy birthday, Elodie,’ he whispers against me. 

I don’t want to let go. Not yet at least. I want to savor this moment. Savor the moment of him kissing me, of me having a normal birthday for the first time since I can remember. My body curves towards his, as we kiss again. 

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Them

The elevator is crowded. Rossi, Morgan, JJ and Prentiss all join Spencer in the small and confined space. ‘How was Elodie’s birthday?’ Prentiss asks.

‘It was fun, after I gave her her birthday cupcake, we went to the bookstore, had a coffee and then went back to her place. We then spend some time in the rain.’

‘The rain?’ JJ lets out a low whistle. ‘Romantic.’

‘You know what I always want to do at least once in my life?’ Prentiss asks. ‘Kiss in the rain.’ She lets out a deep sigh, while staring lovingly ahead of her.

‘Elodie and I kissed in the rain.’

Everyone in the elevator simultaneously turns around and looks at Spencer. ‘You did what?’ JJ asks.

‘So unfair, you kissed in the rain?’ Prentiss whines.

Rossi pats him on the shoulder, while Morgan starts to laugh and say: ‘I knew something was different about you, kid.’

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#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x ofc #spencer reid x asian ofc #spencer x elodie price #asian ofc #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #beyond words #matthew gray gubler #matthew gray gubler fanfic

[muffinbeliever]

Introducing: Luna Mae Winchester

Pairing: Spencer Reid x OFC

Word Count: 1710

Warnings: canon-typical violence, brief mention of child abuse, j*hn winchester

A/N: ok so dont hate me please but last week i was struck by sudden inspiration to make an ofc that was a crossover between supernatural and criminal minds and im rly just running w it now... this is her background/introduction that serve as a basis for the fics i'll write for her

Masterlist

about luna:

☽ sam and dean’s younger sister, born on september 20, 1984

☽ (5 years younger than dean, 3 years younger than spencer, and 1 year younger than sam)

☽ height: 5’6 (she had a short mom in comparison to the brothers lol)

☽ hair: dark brown; eyes: dark brown (giving the girl in the gif but not quite)

☽ physically fit, liked to run as a workout and got into yoga in college 

☽ as smart as, if not a little smarter than, sam, but she doesn’t flaunt it 

☽ people like her for her looks but it’s really her mind that is enticing 

☽ generally has a bubbly personality but she is an introvert so it doesn’t really come out unless she’s close with the person or she is really excited

birth

☽ technically the winchesters’ half-sister (bc timeline) but it’s not obvious at all that they’re not full siblings 

☽ john met her mom on a hunt shortly after mary died → luna’s birth was a secret from john until her mom was murdered when luna was only a month old

☽ her mom left john a voicemail before she died telling him about luna because she felt like she was being stalked

☽ by the time john and the boys got there, she was already dead and left luna behind

☽ her mother’s killer was never found.

childhood

☽ the brothers tried their best to give her a normal life, especially dean when he was left in charge while john was away

☽ dean would steal food to feed himself and his siblings, but he would also steal a stuffed animal or toy for luna so she never felt like she was treated differently/worse than the boys 

☽ sam encouraged her to try hard in school because that’s what he also wanted to do, but dean encouraged her because he knew that he never could really do the whole “school thing”

☽ even if dean told sam about what john did on his hunts, the brothers agreed to keep luna in the dark as long as possible so she could have somewhat of a normal, worry-free life 

☽ john had a tendency to get physical when he was really upset (i.e. dean’s wrists when he was sent to that boy’s home) and wouldn’t give luna any special treatment just because she was a girl 

☽ so dean always took the brunt of john’s anger, especially when it came to her, by shifting the blame onto himself and even lying so that she wouldn’t get in trouble

☽ we all knew john was a terrible dad but he was an even worse girl-dad

☽ she found out about monsters/hunting when she was 14 and it scared her a lot but she would still go on hunts because john said so

☽ excelled in her classes and took a lot of sam’s senior classes her junior year because she’s just smart like that

☽ she was devastated when sam left for stanford, not just because she saw how much it broke dean but also because she felt like she would be pushed into the family business even more 

☽ when sam left for school, luna was a senior and john wanted to pull her out of high school before she could graduate because he was worried she would follow sam’s path 

☽ surprise bitch ! dean vehemently refused to side with john and encouraged luna to apply for college anyways

☽ “if a dumbo like sammy can get in, you can get in anywhere”

☽ definitely asked sam for college advice and he read her essays… she got into caltech 

☽ john didn’t speak to her for two weeks after she found out but dean and sam were so proud of their little sister 

☽ dean drove her out to california and helped her move into her dorm while john was helping out another hunter 

meeting spencer reid

☽ double majored in psychology and philosophy at caltech, which was where she met spencer

☽ fun fact, her degree in philosophy was one of the biggest reasons why Spencer went back to school to get a bachelor’s in philosophy → she inspired him :(

☽ spencer was 21, finishing his bachelor’s in psychology and he ta’d for her human memory class (a real class at caltech lol i did my research)

☽ even though his degree wasn’t complete yet, the professor obviously thought he was smart enough to be the primary ta/reader for the class… he even guest lectured the eidetic memory unit 

☽ a lot of students in the class found him really annoying/hated him because he was a harsh grader 

☽ he gave luna a b- on her first essay but she went to his office hours to discuss her grade and after speaking with her (and lowk getting seduced by her beauty and intelligence) he let her rewrite the paper for a better grade as long as she didn’t tell anyone 

☽ she got an a- 

☽ she invited him to dinner as a thank you but he didn’t think that was appropriate so they got coffee instead 

☽ he complimented her rewritten version and they ended up missing the class because they were so caught up in chatting about her work

☽ turned into a coffee tradition before class; they would meet up but only talked about class material/readings

☽ because the class only met once a week though, they only hung out for about two months before the semester was coming to an end 

☽ she invited him out to dinner again at the end of the semester, and this time he accepted because he liked her company 

☽ they became close friends (he didn’t really have anyone else)

☽ he was lowk appalled when he found out she had a fake id (it’s spencer lol) but really just wanted her to be safe especially when she was drinking

☽ she took him to a party once but he hated it so they left shortly after arriving and got a bottle of wine instead and drank at his place 

☽ her friends thought he was a little weird at first but she had him over a lot for movie nights/hanging out and they saw how well they complimented each other 

dating spencer reid

☽ started dating towards the end of her freshman year after she drunk called him and told him she liked him

☽ they had cutesy dates where they either do work/read together or they’ll go to a bookstore or museum 

☽ she loved listening to him ramble off random facts about things they see out and about

☽ dean was so shocked and flabbergasted when she told him about spencer, he stole a car to drive to california to meet him 

☽ at first dean thought it was a power-trip thing of an older guy/younger girl once he actually met spencer and realized he really wasn’t like other guys™ they got along well

☽ spencer graduated that year and was recruited to the fbi so he had to move to virginia but him and luna spent the summer together before he had to go/she started her next year

☽ they did long distance for two years but it was really difficult towards the end 

☽ they had a mutual break up but they still loved each other

post-college hunting 

☽ dean and sam waited for her to graduate before pulling her back in (1 year after dean told sam john was on a hunting trip)

☽ she always felt a pang in her heart whenever they impersonated fbi because it reminded her of spencer

☽ she considered reaching out to him, especially when they were in/near virginia but then she saw him in a tabloid kissing lila archer in the pool and she was heartbroken because he moved on 

☽ she threw herself into hunting and staying with her brothers 

☽ spencer saw dean on the tv during “Nightshifter” (spn) and had garcia look up his record; he was shocked and confused when he realized that the three of you were on the fbi wanted list 

☽ two weeks later, spencer was abducted in “Revelations” (cm) and had bigger problems to deal with than his criminal ex-girlfriend 

☽ a year later, garcia told him that she died after hendrickson faked everyone’s death in “Jes in Bello” (spn) and he regretted never reaching out  

reuniting with spencer

☽ it happened in “Demonology” (cm)/“Death Takes a Holiday” (spn) while the brothers were looking for reapers 

☽ she took on the case because it seemed to be demons and ended up running into spencer at the hospital when they both tried to interview the same witness 

☽ spencer was shocked to see her (she was supposed to be dead ???)

☽ she tried talking to him but he didn’t want the rest of the team to make the connection of her crimes and put her in danger so he said no (also he was lowk mad)

☽ she bought him coffee and they talked… she gave him the monster talk and they worked it out 

☽ BUT she had to go back to her brothers and he was still in the fbi so they only exchanged numbers and nothing more 

☽ she told her brothers when they got back and at first they were a little mad but then they realized that spencer is actually protecting her (and them) and they leave it be 

☽ sometimes her and spencer texted but it was really rare and mostly just to see which cases were monster-related or psychopath-related so they didn’t have crossover

☽ spencer discovered the supernatural books and read them ALL and i mean ALLLLLL

☽ it allowed him to catch up with their years apart and he realized why she was wanted as a criminal

☽ (he especially liked the chapters that he was in) and since it was written based off her inner monologue, he realized how much she loved (and still loves) him

☽ “The Eyes Have It” (cm) where an unsub seemed to be taking people’s eyes turned out some of the victims were actually due to an angel burning them and spencer and her work together to investigate/hunt, rekindling their relationship 

☽ (they got drunk and hooked up) and they ended up getting back together afterward

☽ it was even harder to date this time because of distance and crimes ofc, but they worked at it every day and finally made it work

☽ at one point i’d like to believe that the bau eventually catches luna’s mom’s killer

#spencer reid #spencer reid x ofc #younger sister!winchester #spencer reid x younger sister!winchester #criminal minds #supernatural #criminal minds x supernatural crossover #muffinbeliever

[fandom-alley]

You're So Gorgeous | Part 2 - First Date

Summary: Spencer goes on his first date with the girl he met on a dating app that Penelope and Emily signed him up for. Pairing: Spencer Reid/OFC and Spencer & Friends Category: Fluff Warnings: like very small bau work mention stuff, kissing Word Count: 3.6k Part One AO3

“I can not believe you’re actually doing this.” Penelope said from her seat on Spencer’s worn leather couch. She looked over to Emily, who stood next to his impressive wall of books. Some stacked on top of others, shoved in this way and that way to make room. And there still wasn’t enough room, as evident by the piles and stacks of books littered throughout his apartment. But, where as some would see it as clutter or hoarding, the friends just saw it as pure Spencer. 

“Neither can I. Who knew that some random girl I picked on a dating app for you based solely on the picture of her hair, would become someone you’re actually interested in,” said Emily.

The two girls had shown up unannounced to Spencer’s apartment on the night of his first date to help him get ready. It hadn’t taken them long to realize that Spencer had been messaging back and forth with Avianna after their lunch at the cafe. When he got back from the morgue with Derek, they were on him in an instant, asking why he couldn’t stop smiling when he was just looking at a dead person. He couldn’t hold back and told them about their conversation. 

Now, exactly one week later and lots of luck having not been called out on a case, Spencer and Avianna were meeting for the first time to go on a date at an Italian restaurant of her choosing. Spencer was glad he didn’t have to make the decision on where to eat, because they might have just ended up with takeout on his living room floor, and he wanted to make a better impression than that.

“Some studies have shown that 0.6% of men find a match through Tinder. For woman, about 10%,” Spencer said from his bedroom, where he had left the door ajar to listen to the conversation, but not have two of his best friends see him naked and changing. 

“Was it Tinder that we signed you up for? I can’t remember,” Emily said. 

“Not sure. We switched to texting that night when I messaged her that I was done work,” said Spencer again from his room, shocking both Penelope and Emily.

“Wow, if she can make you, certified boy genius, forget something, than she must be really special,” Penelope quipped. 

Emily was about to make a witty remark as well, but the sound of Spencer’s door creaking open further made her hold her tongue. He walked out slowly, unsure and maybe a little bit nervous, by his outfit choice. It was a standard Spencer ensemble. His best pair of black pants, a deep purple long sleeve collard undershirt with a dark brown sweater vest on top, paired with a black tie. He had a black suit jacket to wear with it outside hanging over his arm, waiting to be put on for when he left his place.

Emily let out a whistle with an approving nod as she took in his attire. Penelope jumped up from the couch with some excited hand claps, also approving his look. She ran up to him to begin fussing with his tie and making sure his shirt was tucked in nicely. 

“You look so handsome,” Penelope said in his ear. Spencer felt his skin get warm from their attention. 

“It’s not too similar to what I always wear?” He asked, uncertain. 

“It’s important not to change who you are or what you like when you’re meeting someone new, Spencer. You’re always handsome, and she’s going to appreciate you no matter what,” said Emily. “Unless she doesn’t. In which case ditch her and come back here and we can watch that Russian movie you were telling me about the other week.”

Spencer chuckled at her attempt to be up lifting. Sure, he’d only been talking to Avianna through text for a week, but he was pretty sure she wouldn’t be the type of girl to see him standing by a restaurant and just turn around because his looks weren’t up to par. I guess that’s what first dates were for. To see if there’s any sort of real life connection there between two people. 

Their messages for the last week were on a range of different topics. One of them would usually start the conversation by asking how their day at work was, but quickly the boring mundane talk would disappear and they’d chat for hours about the most random of topics. Like plant species that Avianna would spot on one of her many hikes, or Spencer’s facts about Doctor Who and magic.

Spencer broke away from Penelope to put his shoes on by the front door. 

“I should go. We’re meeting outside the restaurant. I’d rather be the one waiting out there for her, as opposed to arriving and seeing her already standing there,” Spencer said. He started to nervously play with his hair, making sure that his unruly curls were situated just right. 

“Awe, it’s like watching my child go on his first date,” Penelope cooed.

“Don’t worry. We won’t be here when you get back,” Emily winked.

“Oh. Well, you can stay as long as you want though. I really won’t mind if you’re both here when I get home,” Spencer said.

“Never mind, pretty boy. You go have fun, we will talk about how it went tomorrow,” Emily said. She pushed him out the door with a final goodbye.

Spencer arrived to the restaurant early, as planned. He didn’t see Avianna standing around, for which he was glad. It really would have made a bad impression if he had let her stand alone outside because he was running late. He gave her a courtesy text to let her know he was outside, and then tried his best to lean casually against the wall while he waited. However, three seconds after that he straightened up again. Leaning wasn’t good for the spine and he was pretty sure he looked like a creep. 

He did not have to wait long for his date to arrive. Just a couple minutes after his text, he watched as she stepped out of a taxi, thanking the driver. Spencer felt his breath catch in his throat. She was even more beautiful in person. Her long hair was pulled back in a French braid, resting over her shoulder. She wore a crisp white top tucked into a pair of high waisted beige checkered pants, her outfit tied together with a long black peacoat. It was simple, but it was beautiful, he thought. He made his way over to her with a wide smile.

“Avianna? Hi. I’m Spencer.”

She pulled him in instantly for a hug, which he hesitantly returned. He wasn’t the best at physical contact with people he just met, but he was drawn in by her aroma. Something floral, like lavender. 

“Sorry, that was a bit forward,” she said in a rush, pushing him away from the hug. “I went over this moment in my head so many times and I didn’t want us to just give some awkward smiles to each other before going inside.”

“That’s okay. It was a nice hug,” Spencer reassured her. 

“It was, wasn’t it? Wow, you are so tall,” she said, looking him up and down with bright eyes. She was probably a foot shorter than him. “And you look fantastic. Purple is a really great colour on you.”

“Oh, uh, thank you,” he breathed out. “You look very beautiful.”

Spencer was pretty sure he could see a blush forming on her cheeks, but she diverted the attention from herself and led them inside. The restaurant was decently busy, but not too crowded to be overwhelming. The sound of peoples cutlery clinking together as they ate was only barely audible over the soft instrumental music they had playing throughout the dining room. 

The hostess led them to a booth next to the window, placed their menus down and took their drink orders. Both of them asked for water, not even a peak at the wine or cocktails list that sat next to them on the table. Spencer didn’t want to comment on why she was opting for no alcohol, but he was kind of glad she did. He would never bring it up to his team, but sometimes going out with them for food and drinks was a bit hard and overwhelming when all of them drank alcohol besides him. 

They were comfortably quiet as they looked over their menus. Spencer worried for a second that maybe he and Avianna had already talked about everything they could possibly talk about over text messages, but those thoughts were quickly swept under the rug as she looked up at him from behind her menu with a sparkle in her eye.

“Not that anyone is paying any attention to us, but if they were, it would be so obvious that we’re both on a first date,” she laughed.

Spencer laughed softly as well before asking her to clarify what she meant.

“Just that, from an outsiders perspective, we both probably look so nervous. I mean, I can’t totally speak for you, but I’m very nervous. Maybe I’m just the one who would look like they’re on a first date. You actually look totally cool, calm, and collected.”

Spencer couldn’t help but give a real laugh this time, his eyes crinkling as he did. She rambles more than I do when nervous, he thought to himself.

“I’m definitely nervous,” he said. “I’ve never used a dating app before, and it’s been a long time since I’ve been on a real date. Actually, a couple of my friends set the account up for me without me knowing. Emily, my friend, sent you the first message on the app, but the rest was all me.”

“I’m so glad they did. Remind me to thank them if I ever meet them. I’m also so glad you answered my stupid little math question,” she laughed. Spencer wanted to listen to her laugh forever. It was so light and infectious.

“I was meaning to ask what that was all about. Emily nearly choked on her water when I asked if it was a normal thing to answer before getting to talk to someone,” he smirked.

“It’s kind of stupid,” she said, avoiding eye contact and looking back at the menu.

“I’m sure it’s not that bad.” 

Avianna grimaced, but started to explain anyways, “I kind of set my account up as a joke with my friends one night. None of us have ever been in any kind of long lasting relationship, and we were having mocktails night just goofing around when we all set up an account to see what was out there. But when we all instantly were getting matches with some of the same guys in our area, we knew people were just using the site as an easier way to try and hook up with anyone.”

“Hook up with someone?” Asked Spencer, a little unsure about what that terminology meant.

“Like have sex,” Avianna clarified for him.

“Got it,” he said through a cough.

“So yeah. We decided to ask everyone who matched and messaged us to answer some kind of skill testing question. Kind of like what they make you do when you win a prize online. Most of the guys would just never respond, and the few that did always gave some bullshit answer like ‘I could love you harder than this math question is.’” She lowered her voice to imitate a man.

“They thought that math question was hard?” Avianna laughed at Spencer’s question, which made him smile.

“Apparently they did. But not you,” she looked at him across the table with a small shy smile.

Their waiter came by to take their orders, both of them opting for the classic best seller, spaghetti and meat balls. The two of them fell into a comfortable conversation, further melting away Spencer’s worries about not having anything to discuss in person. The conversation flowed so easily between the two, Spencer was sure that if anyone looked their way now, they would no longer look like a pair on a first date. More like a couple just going out for dinner.

They chatted a little about work, about Avianna’s job at a bank, but they kept it light. Because talking about Spencer’s job with the FBI could sometimes bring the mood down. Mostly they just continued to get to know each other. Some of the stuff they messaged about got brought up again in person, like her love for hikes ant the outdoors and Spencer’s dislike for extreme physical activity. But it was nice to hear the excitement about her interest’s in person this time. He could study the way her eyes lit up when talking about a cool bird she spotted on her last hike, and the way the corner of her mouth would tilt down when she mentioned how she didn’t like the way someone would disrespect nature on the trails by leaving garbage and breaking off tree branches. 

Spencer would chime in with facts about over tourism and then their conversation would switch to destinations they would love to visit some day. He of course mentioned how much he traveled around the country for work already, but that he would love to spend time in Europe.

When their meals were finished and Spencer paid the bill, Avianna said she promised to pay next time. It made his heart beat a little quicker knowing she wanted to spend more time with him. 

As they made their way outside the restaurant, Spencer really didn’t want to just send her away in a taxi and head home, so he suggest they go for a walk along the waterfront. She happily agreed. He had a small inner battle with himself, on if he should hold her hand or not. On the one side, hand’s held lots of germs and sometimes he would even tell people it would actually be safer to kiss, than to shake hands. But on the other, he just spent an hour chatting with this beautiful girl, and he was feeling a little bit desperate to get closer to her. So eventually he reached down and grasped her hand in his.

Avianna looked up at him after he did, with a pleased smile on her face. He was more than happy with his decision. 

“So did you grow up around here?” She asked him as they strolled along a nice path near the water. It was a little breezy and cold, but something about the heat being shared between their hands made Spencer warm inside.

“No, actually. I grew up in Las Vegas.”

“No way. That’s pretty cool. Did you go to casinos a lot?”

“Yes. To the point where I got banned from most of them for counting cards,” he confessed. 

“Shut up, you did not,” she laughed.

“I am! From Laughlin and Pahrump as well.”

“Remind me never to bet against you then,” she said with a squeeze to his hand that he returned.

“Are you banned from anywhere?” He asked with a joking smile.

“My sisters bedroom, for stealing her clothes when I was a teenager,” she joked back.

The pair made their way to a small park that was empty now that the sun had set. As they were crossing a small bridge over a pond, Avianna stopped in the middle of it so she could lean over the edge and look at the fish. 

“Did you know that in every drop of pond water there is a microcosm of life? And a lot of ponds are actually home to some rare species,” Spencer informed her.

“So don’t drink the pond water?”

“Probably better to wait for filtered water, yes.”

Avianna stood up straight to look at him.

“Can I kiss you?” She blurted out. It took him by surprise, and she could see that on his face. “I’m sorry. That was really forward, it’s only the first date. We can wait for, like, the third or fourth date, if you want.”

When he’d recovered from the shock of not only her wanting a kiss but the mention of a possible fourth date, he replied, “Actually, I really appreciate how to the point you are. It leaves nothing to the imagination.”

“Oh, shit,” she said. “Should I be leaving things to the imagination?” 

“No, I’m sorry. That came out wrong,” he shook his head. “I meant, your forwardness means I’m not overthinking things. Wondering if you want me to call you back tomorrow or wait for a few days. It’s nice, to hear it right out in the open. I’m just not used to it.”

“Well, I’m glad. Because I’ve always been one to say what I feel or ask for what I want. Also, just to be clear, I’m totally okay with the answer no. It won’t hurt my feelings. I do want a second date, though,” she pointed her finger at him to make sure he understands that point.

“I want that as well,” he chuckled. Then he bit his bottom lip in contemplation, before making a decision. “I wouldn’t mind that kiss as well.”

“You do?” She asked and waited for him to nod his head. “Can I kiss you?” She asked again.

“Please,” he breathed out. 

They met each other half way. Spencer bent his head down, and Avianna got up on the tips of her toes. As their lips met, Spencer wrapped his arms around her waist to hold her steady, pulling her in closer and lifting her a little higher. Avianna moved her hands from his shoulders to the back of his neck, where she gently ran her fingers through his hair. Spencer took a step backwards until he was leaning on the wall of the bridge. He couldn’t believe that his was happening. That he was kissing someone on a first date, and that she was as beautiful as she is. And that she was just as into it as him. 

Eagerly, Spencer nipped at her bottom lip, kissing her harder when she let out a gasp of pleasure. He left one arm around her waist to keep her in place, and moved his other so that he could cup the side of her face with his hand. Gently, he rubbed his thumb along her cheekbone, before moving the hand to get a hold on her hair. He used his grip to pull her head back, exposing her neck. He trailed kisses along her jaw then down to suck on the tender part of her neck, making her gasp yet again.

“Oh my,” she gasped in pleasure as Spencer no doubt left a mark on her. “We might have to stop before we expose ourselves to someone in public.” 

Spencer nodded his head in agreement from his place at her neck, but he didn’t stop. Instead he moved back to her lips, in another earth shattering kiss. Spencer wasn’t quite ready for it to be over yet. They moved together like one, breathing each other in. This close to her, all Spencer could smell was that lavender again, and it went straight to his head, making him feel drunk on her kiss.

He let out a shudder when Avianna curled her fingers in his hair. It felt so nice to have someone in his arms. Spencer started to slow down when he heard a dog bark in the distance. He pulled away to rest his forehead against hers, going in for a small peck every few seconds because he just couldn’t believe how lucky he felt to have found her. He really did owe it to his friends.

Finally, when his heart rate went back to normal, he loosened his grip and lowered her down so her feet were flat on the bridge once again. She kept her arms around his neck, looking up at him in wonderment. 

“Sorry, I think I messed up your braid,” he said when he noticed strands of hair sticking out where they were once contained.

“That’s alight. It was worth it,” she said, then she took out the elastic and let her hair fall down in waves around her shoulders.

Unable to help himself, Spencer reached forward to run his hands through her hair. Then he used his grip to pull her head back, bending down a slightly uncomfortable amount to kiss her quickly once again.

“Sorry,” he said bashfully, then pulled his hands away from her.

“Don’t apologize. That was amazing, you can kiss me whenever you want.”

Slowly they started walking again, hand in hand, as they made their way back to the main road where Avianna called herself a taxi. 

“Spencer, I had such a wonderful time tonight. I am on the moon happy,” she said to him.

“Me too. I would love to do this again.”

“How about tomorrow for breakfast?” She asked right as her taxi pulled up.

“It’s a date,” he said. Like earlier in the evening, Avianna pulled him in for a hug. Except this time, he tightly hugged her back and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

“I can’t wait,” she said before hopping into the taxi. Spencer watched with a massive smile as it drove down the road and made a right turn, disappearing from sight. 

He turned around to start walking back to his apartment when his phone dinged from his pocket. 

Avianna - ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

Yup. He really owed it to Penelope and Emily.

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