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Sessions

This is probably going to be only for a very niche part of the internet, but I'm obsessed with Bones again at the moment so here ya go.

Agent Y/n is an FBI agent that occasionally works with Booth, Bones, and the team. She has become good friends with Sweets, and Angela. After an extra brutal case that involved a serial killer and an intense fixation on Agent Y/n herself, Y/n needs mandated counseling from her favorite psychologist. The following are the sessions that document the beginning of something more than a professional or even friendly relationship.

Session 1

“For the record, I think this is totally unnecessary.” Y/n sighed.

“I do not agree. You’ve been through a traumatizing experience.”

“How is this any more traumatizing than the events I witness on a day-to-day basis. This is literally my job Lance.”

“It’s not everyday that a killer is specifically targeting you y/n, so, once again, I disagree. Plus it’s mandated by the FBI, so you don’t really have a choice.” Lance said matter of factly, “I’ll take your extreme eye roll as acceptance. You know some people say that your eyes could get stuck that way.”

“Shut up and do your psycho shit.”

“There’s nothing for me to do, we just need to talk. We talk all the time, what’s the problem now?”

“We talk as friends, this is not us talking as friends Lance, this is some bullshit test to see if I’m still capable of doing my job. I don’t think it’s fair to me to think that just because some asshole murderer decided to set his sights on me means that I suddenly don’t have the ability to do my damn job anymore!”

“Y/N that’s, well that’s actually an accurate depiction so I can’t debate that. But I want you to understand it’s not me personally that feels like that. It’s the men upstairs, as one would say, you can still talk to me.”

“Isn’t that a conflict of interest?” Y/n smirked at him

“Well, if I thought this could actually be a problem I absolutely would have suggested that you go to a different psychologist, but I don’t think it’s that kind of problem. I still think you need to talk to someone though.”

“Ehh, I think we need to talk more about how you’re totally showing favoritism here.”

“Let’s talk about that after we talk about you, yeah?”

“If you insist, Dr. Sweets.”

Session 2 “How many more of these do we have to do?” Y/n complained.

“This is only session number two y/n, I think you know it’s going to take more than that. I would like to discuss how you’re feeling now. It’s been exactly 10 days since he was caught.”

“Well, I would still like to talk about how you’re showing immense favoritism by seeing me as a patient since we’re quote, unquote friends.”

“Woah, woah, now that makes it seem like you don’t think we’re friends.”

“Now, I didn’t say that, but I would like to dissect why that was your immediate thought.”

“Oh, so now you’re the psychologist, huh?” Lance asked, quietly laughing at y/n.

“Yes, you know what. I think I would like to switch professions…would you mind switching seats with me? I think it’s time for me to take over this session.”

“You know what, sure. I think this will be good for my analysis. Go ahead there y/n, take your new seat.”

“So Mr. Sweets-”

“Woah, woah so in your fantasy my degrees suddenly fail to exist?”

“Shhhhhh, we’re doing things my way now, remember? So, Mr. Sweets, why is it that you seem to be showing me favoritism?”

“Well technically, how can I be showing favoritism if, in this fantasy, you have taken away my degrees therefore I would have no-”

“Lance!!!!! You are not making this fun for me!!!! Can you stop with your logic please and just answer my question?! Why are you avoiding the answer?” Y/n said half joking, but also half annoyed at him for not letting her have any fun.

“Okay, okay. Well, Dr. y/l/n, I suppose I show you favoritism because you’re one of my favorite people. Some may say, as I’m sure you know with your vast knowledge of psychology and all the varying fields, that I’ve been creating my own family since my parents died. I consider you one of those people.”

“Wow…that’s. I…don’t….that’s probably one of the most honest and sweetest things anyone has ever said to me… As a friend, not as a psychologist of my vast knowledge, will you tell me about them? About your parents?”

“Of course I will.”

Session 3

“Y/n are we finally going to discuss what we’re here to talk about?”

“I don’t wanna.”

“Do you think that maybe it means something that you don’t want to talk about it?”

“No, I just don’t wanna.”

“Y/n, come on. The longer this drags out the longer we have to keep doing these sessions.”

“Well maybe I like the sessions and I don’t want them to end.”

“Well, you know they don’t have to, right? Just because we speak about what we have to discuss doesn't mean that we have to stop having the sessions, just that I can finally sign off on the papers your bosses are asking for. If we can get through this we can talk about whatever you want in the next session, maybe even me again if that’s what you would prefer.”

“Fine, but I just want to say that I am doing this entirely against my will…”

“I will definitely put that on the record.”

“I guess what I feel is…not safe. I don’t feel safe at my house, I don’t feel safe at work, I don’t feel safe in the field. Honestly, the only place I feel safe is here. I guess that’s why I don’t want these meetings to end. See there goes my vast psychological knowledge at work.”

There was a moment of silence where y/n said, “See this is exactly why I didn’t want to say anything. Your face looks sad, like you’re pitying me right now.”

“I’m not pitying you, y/n. That’s not what I'm feeling right now. I’m feeling sad for someone I care about because they just told me they don’t feel safe anymore. I’m frustrated that you can’t function in life without being scared. I’m angry that some maniac decided to set his sights on you and now you’re not who you were before. I’m just pissed, I’m…I don’t even know.”

“I think you’re more angry than I am. Can’t you take some comfort that I find some solace in here with you?”

“Well, I mean yeah, but it doesn’t make me any less angry. Why…why do you feel safe here?”

“I don’t know. I mean I guess because well first off, you obviously. Talking to you makes me feel like I don’t have anything to worry about. It’s also a small office, only one access point, so logically I have a better chance of protecting myself.”

“I don’t like that, but I can understand it. I wish that you didn’t have to feel like that.” Lance said, putting his notebook down and moving next to y/n on the couch.

“Not very psychologist-like of you, Lance.”

“You’re right, but very friend-like of me. That’s what’s more important right now I believe.”

“Well thank you for being my friend. I…I…uhh really appreciate that. I appreciate you.”

Session 4

“Sooooooo, you said we can talk about you this time, right??”

“If you’re so inclined, I still think we should talk about you though.”

“I just think that you want to avoid being psycho-analyzed like you do to everyone who sits on this couch.”

“Hey, that’s not fair.”

“I think it’s very fair. Anywhooooooooo, tell me more about what you were like as a kid.”

“Oh so now you’re going to delve into my childhood trauma?”

“I mean yes that was the plan, but you seem to have uncovered it way too soon. See no fun.”

“I already told you about growing up with my parents. Dissect from that what you will.”

“Well yeah, but what were you like, 6 or 7? What about before that? And what about your biological parents? Did you know anything about them?”

“It’s not really something I want to get into y/n.”

“Come on, you show me yours, I’ll show you mine. We can go question for question.”

“Y/n. I said I do not want to talk about it! THAT’S IT.” Lance said angrily.

“Lance, I’m sorry, I didn’t know how serious it was. Really, I’m sorry for pushing. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“No, y/n, it’s me. God, I’m such an asshole. It just…well it wasn’t a good time before I got adopted by my parents. I didn’t feel safe before them. That’s…that’s all I want to say.”

“Understood. I’m sorry that you had to go through that, I can’t imagine anyone wanting to hurt you now, let alone little 6 year old you with a sweet little baby face. You know your last name actually fits you very well, kinda like fate if you ask me.”

“That’s very kind y/n. Thank you, I appreciate it.” Sweets smiled at y/n.

“Just being a friend, nothing to thank me for here.”

Session 5

“So, I’ve come to a conclusion.” Y/n said, smiling cheekily to Lance.

“Oh, and what’s that?”

“You’re literally being paid to sit here and talk to your best friend. That’s like a totally cushy gig.”

“Oh, you’re my best friend?”

“I mean yes. Clearly, we are definitely best friends. It's, like, completely obvious.”

“I was unaware so thank you for informing me of that.”

“Lance, come on. You totally know we’re best friends. Don’t try to hide it. You have no reason to be embarrassed, you know, I’m a pretty cool person.”

“Well, you are a pretty cool person. And like I said previously, I do consider you part of the family I’ve made. I guess it is obvious we’re best friends, silly me for not recognizing it earlier.”

“I like talking to you Lance.”

“I like talking to you as well, y/n.”

Session 6

“Y/n.”

“Woah, you sound serious.”

“I am, there’s something I have to talk to you about.”

“Okay, I’m listening.”

“I can’t be your psychologist anymore.”

“Woah, wait, what. What do you mean? Where is this coming from? Lance, did I do something? Say something?”

“Y/n, it’s not about you. Well, I mean not like that. It’s nothing that you did, or said. I…I just. Well you were right before, this is kind of a conflict of interest. Professionally, I shouldn’t be seeing you. It’s not right.”

“Oh, I, uh…thanks for proving me right I guess. Um…I think I’m going to go now.”

“No! Wait! I know you feel safe here, with me, in this room. We can still talk here, we can still have these conversations. I don’t want to take that away from you. I’m just recommending that I cannot adequately finish clearing you from what happened.”

“I don’t understand what’s changed suddenly. I brought this up weeks ago. I don’t want to go sit in someone else’s office and talk about this shit. I didn’t want to go through this in the first place. Lance, I don’t understand why you would do this. You know how hard this was for me, I can’t believe you would do this.”

“Y/n, just trust me, it’s for the best.”

“I don’t trust you right now. This isn’t what is best for me. I can’t believe this, I can’t believe yo-”

Lance cut y/n off, “Y/n I LOVE YOU…I…I am in freaking love with you and that’s why I can’t do this anymore. It’s not fair to me either.”

“Lance…I…you…I…”

“I think you should leave now.”

“Wait, wait, no…I love you too. I’ve been falling for you since the moment I met you.”

“y/n-”

“I’m serious. All of these sessions just confirmed it more for me. That’s why I felt safe here, with you. You make me feel like I don’t have to worry or be scared anymore.”

“Y/n, I…you make… you’re-”

“Just shut up and kiss me already.” Y/n said, already leaning in to place her lips on his.

#lance x reader #sweets x reader #lance sweets x reader #lance sweets #lance sweets imagine #bones tv

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icantthinkofanythingcool3 · 2 years

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The Mistake (pt 1)

A/N: If you have an idea for the mistake y/n made send me a message, still throwing around some ideas and can't make a decision.

“Scott, this has to be the absolute worst idea you’ve ever had.” Stiles said, angrily.

“At this point, it’s the only thing to do, so you can either deal with it or probably die.”

“Scott, listen, I know this is the last thing Stiles wants, I’ll switch with someone, I don’t want to make Stiles uncomfortable.”

“No, there is no more switching, no more debating. That’s final. Done.”

Y/n knew that Stiles was pissed, and she didn’t blame him. She had really fucked up a year ago and since then, their relationship has been non-existent. They never communicated and only saw each other at pack meetings or in history class and he made sure to sit as far away from her as humanly possible. As much as she could take back what had happened between them, she had tried to explain herself a few times and he never gave her a chance. She couldn’t bring herself to try anymore after that.

“I can’t believe I have to spend the whole weekend with her.” Stiles complained to Scott the next day.

“I don’t want to hear it anymore. Y/n has tried to apologize so many times and you refuse to accept her apology. I get that she hurt you, but you have to get over yourself. This is the only way for us to be safe these next couple days. Do you want to die?!”

“Of course I don’t want to die. But we could have figured something else out, literally anything else.”

“I’m done arguing with you. You and y/n will go to your house tonight after school. Keep each other safe, that’s it. Period.”

Y/n was no better, “Scott, come on, there’s nothing else we can figure out? I don’t want Stiles to be unhappy. He’s going to be so annoyed all weekend and he’s just going to hate me more after this ordeal.”

“Y/n, if this wasn’t the only option I would change it, just for all the grief you two are giving me. Stiles will get over himself. He’s the one acting like a child.”

“I know, but I already hurt him once. I don’t want to keep fucking up our non-exsistent realationship.”

“It’ll be fine. It’s two and a half days, I promise you’ll survive.”

When y/n walked out of the school that afternoon, Stiles was leaning against the side of his jeep. He was clearly as unhappy as y/n was.

“Listen, Stiles, I really tried to change Scotts’ mind about this. I know this is not ideal, I do not want to make you uncomfortable. I will stay to myself and not bother you, I promise.”

“Let’s just get this weeked over with.”

The ride was absolutely silent and uncomfortable, totally awkward. Stiles unlocked the door, when they got to his house. Stiles threw his bookbag by the door and made his way to the kitchen. Y/n placed her bookbag down gently and awkwardly waited a couple minutes before following Stiles. He was eating chips at the kitchen table.

“Help yourself I guess.” Stiles told her.

Y/n grabbed a snack and decided to sit herself at the island so she didn’t have to awkwardly sit with Stiles when he clearly didn’t want to be around her. They sat in silence once again. The only sound was the ticking clock and the crunching of their snacks. Stiles finished, threw away his trash, and walked up the stairs to his room. Y/n was definitely not following him up there, so she kept her ass right where it was.

Stiles sat upstairs and tried to call Scott a couple times. He was clearly avoiding him because he didn’t want to hear his shit. So he called his dad.

“Daddddddd. I don’t understand why y/n has to be here.”

“Stiles, you liked this girl like a year ago. I don’t get why you’re being so hostile towards her.”

“Ugh, well I really liked her, like a lot, asked her out on a date and everything. She never showed up, never called, never texted, nothing. And then the next day I saw her out with some random guy. I haven’t really talked to her since.”

“So you never asked her what actually happened? Did she ever explain? Did you ever let her explain?”

“Well…I think she tried a couple times, but I refused to listen to her…”

“Give her a break, kid. Seriously. You guys are stuck together all weekend. Let it go before you give yourself an aneurysm.”

Stiles hung up and truly started to think about what his dad had to say. He WAS going to end up pulling his hair out if this weekend continued this way.

Meanwhile, y/n had her history book out and started studying for a test on Monday. After almost 40 minutes, she literally couldn’t sit there for any longer. She started walking around downstairs looking at the stuff on the fridge and the pictures on the walls.

“Are you being nosy?” Stiles asked from behind her, making her jump in the air.

“Jesus Christ Stiles. Are you trying to fucking kill me?”

“No, that’s literally the opposite of why you’re here this weekend.”

“Haha, very funny. I just got bored studying. It’s weird being here, okay? I literally don’t know what to do with myself, or where the fuck I can be.”

“You can be anywhere. Mi casa es tu casa, at least for the weekend. I know you tried to keep this from happening, and I really appreciate that. I was being childish, what happened a year ago is old news. It is what it is, let’s just try not to die, okay?”

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry about what happened before. I really fucked it all up.”

“Come on, I have an air mattress for ya. Let’s go make it so you can sleep tonight.”

Y/n followed Stiles up to his room to make her bed for the next couple nights. It was strange being in his room after a year of non-stop cold shoulder from him. Her eyes scanned his room. There were books and papers scattered everywhere and his laptop was sitting haphazardly on the corner of his desk. His bed was half made and there were a few shirts on the floor.

“Wow, did you clean up just for me?” She asked him, with a silly glint in her eye.

“Ha Ha, you’re just hilarious y/n.”

“I know, people tell me that a lot.” They both laughed at that and made the bed in a comfortable silence.

Y/n was feeling a lot better about the situation, but she really wished she could take back what she did before. She had really liked Stiles and felt like a complete jerk. She didn’t want to bring it up again and ruin the new comradery. Stiles had put on the TV and they were both just sitting and watching it while scrolling through their phones.

“Soooo pizza or chinese for dinner?” Stiles asked casually.

“Ummmm, pizza. Extra cheese.”

#stiles x y/n #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles x reader #stiles fanfiction #stiles stilinski #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf #dylan o'brien #teen wolf fanfic #teen wolf imagine

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icantthinkofanythingcool3 · 2 years

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The Third Time (The First Time pt 3)

Sorry....this took WAY too long and idek if you guys care anymore...I'm so sorry. Send me Spencer requests plz.

By the time the shopping trip was over, Spencer, who had rode with Derek, was already gone. Y/n was very frustrated at this point. She looked all through her room while she was getting her stuff together, and even peeked in Spencer’s room to see if he had left her a phone number, a note, anything. Pen could definitely tell how frustrated y/n was when they got in the car to leave.

“Um, not to sound harsh… but you seem very, very irritated.”

“No, I’m totally fine. Totally peachy.”

“Okay, now I know you’re not fine.”

“Well…. I don’t want to talk about it anyway.”

“Um, okay y/n, whatever you say.”

After a few minutes of silence, y/n couldn’t hold it in anymore. Pen was too easy to talk to, and it was about her friend anyway.

“Okay fine, Spencer and I had sex,” Pen whipped her head to the side, her mouth agape. “Twice.”

Pen slammed on the breaks and pulled to the side of the road, “Hold on just a damn second. YOU HAD SEX WITH SPENCER TWICE?!?!?!?!?!”

“Yes, the first time was when we all got drunk after that one case. And we left things kind of…weird. And then last night, we were both cleaning up and we kissed and well, then it happened again. I’m so sorry I didn’t say anything, it was just so damn weird…but also really good. But now, once again we left things without talking about it and I don’t want it to be. I like him, I think I could really like him. I want to get to know him more, I want to spend more time with him.”

“Okay, first off, I want to know everything, but I also don’t. I need all the details, but also, don’t talk about it ever again. I’ll figure it out later. Secondly, calm down. I will give you his number right now.”

Y/n couldn’t figure out what to say at first. She kept typing out messages and then erasing them. She figured that she would get some sleep first and then her head would be clear enough to type out a message. As y/n and Pen walked into their building, Pen got that message that they had a case. It relieved y/n a little, it gave her more time to figure out what to say. When she knew the team was back, she would send a well thought out message to Spencer.

The team was gone for almost a whole week and by then, y/n had lost all her nerve. She didn’t want to say the wrong thing and ruin the whole thing. After she had given up trying to write the “perfect” text to Spencer, she started writing a story. Very much based on her feelings of her situation with Spencer. She got almost half a novel done in the week the team was on their latest case. Pen stopped by after the team got back.

“Y/n y/m y/l, I talked to Spencer…why have you not talked to him?”

“Ugh, Pen, I don’t know. I lost my nerve. I was trying to find the perfect thing to say to him and I just felt like nothing was right. I didn’t want to mess anything up.”

“Y/n, you need to talk to him. He’s really upset. I mean, he doesn’t know I know anything…but I can tell. You gotta do something. I totally think you two are meant to be now.”

“Maybe this is just the writer in me, but I feel like I need some kind of big grand gesture. I know he was upset before and I can only imagine how much more upset he is now that it happened AGAIN.”

“Well, we just got off a pretty big case and I know for a fact Spencer hardly sleeps, especially if he has something on his mind. So you might as well just go to his place and keep him some company, if you know what I mean.”

“Ew Pen. I like the first part of the idea, but ew. Get out, I have to get ready.”

Y/n threw on jeans and a hoodie and refused to look in the mirror and talk herself out of going to Spencer’s. She blasted music so she didn’t think on the car ride over. When she pulled into his buildings’ parking lot, it immediately started pouring. Her grand gesture was definitely coming to fruition. She ran to the steps that led to Spencer’s apartment, climbed up and ran to his door. She raised her hand to knock on the door and lost her nerve. Her brain started that over-thinking thing. She tried to shake it out of her body and raised her hand to knock again, but before she could decide to knock or chicken out again, Spencer opened the door.

“Oh, uh….hey.”

“Hi y/n.”

“Um, I, well….my brain didn’t get this far to actually decide what to say.”

“Well, why don’t you come in and dry off. You’re a little wet.”

“Yeah, it started pouring as soon as I parked downstairs….”

Spencer let y/n in and got her a change of clothes, getting changed in the bathroom just gave y/n more time to think. She still had no idea what to say to him or how to talk about the subject. She didn’t realize how long she had been in there until Spencer knocked on the door.

“Hey, y/n, are you okay?”

She opened the door, ‘Yeah, sorry, I was just thinking. I didn't know I was in there that long, honestly.”

“It’s okay. Do you want some tea?”

“Yes, actually that would be great.”

As y/n sat at his kitchen island, and Spencer made some tea, the silence was a tad awkward. Neither had any idea what to say to each other. They both had more than enough that they wanted to say, but neither knew the other felt the same exact way.

Spencer wanted nothing more than to start something with y/n. He had never, ever had sex with someone the first time they met and had never felt this way, this fast about someone. Technically, they hadn’t even had a real date. Spencer wanted to take her out to the fanciest place he could find and show her how much he liked her.

Y/n had no idea how she let herself get so carried away with Spencer, but she just knew deep down that he was a good guy. She really wanted Spencer to like her. She thought they could be really good for each other. There was a connection there that she had never felt with anyone before.

“So,” They both started and then laughed at each other. That definitely broke the ice and y/n had the confidence to say what she wanted.

“Spencer, I just want you to know that this thing with us, it’s…well I don’t know how to describe it. The first time felt awkward after and I didn’t know what to say, but at Rossi’s house, I wanted to talk to you after but then you were gone when we got back. That same day, Pen gave me your number, but I couldn’t figure out what to say. Nothing seemed right or good enough. So listen, I don’t know how you feel, but I really like you and I think that we should at least go on a date…”

“I would love nothing more than to take you out and give you absolutely everything you could ever want…but there’s something I want to do first…”

And that was the third of many, many times the two of them lost themselves in each other.

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icantthinkofanythingcool3 · 2 years

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Ok I made one of these, send in some asks and tell me how you feel about me <3

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icantthinkofanythingcool3 · 2 years

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The Second Time (The First Time pt 2)

Tw: A little more smut.

Not proof-read, let me know if you see anything :)

At first, in the morning y/n woke up, sun streaming on her face, feeling very content. Then she opened her eyes and realized who she was next to and what last night entailed. She quickly sat up in bed, startling Spencer awake. It also took him a minute for everything to come rushing back, he sat up just as quickly. And then they both realized they were naked.

“We should probably get up, hopefully Pen is still asleep and she didn’t realize anything, and…and I’m going to go get dressed in the bathroom and start a pot of coffee.” Y/n said, booking it out of her bedroom.

She got dressed in record time and made herself, well she hoped, presentable. As she made coffee in the kitchen, she could hear Spencer moving around in her bedroom. She couldn’t believe she woke up with him in her bed. The moments from last night were pretty blurry, but coming back in waves. She was embarrassed, as she had just met him, but she was also remembering how good it felt to be with him. Remembering the things they did made it feel like butterflies were erupting in her stomach. The sound of his voice crashed through her thoughts.

“Um, I’m, well, I’m done.” He said to y/n.

“Yeah, uh, would you like a cup?” She asked, gesturing to the pot.

“Yes, that would be, uh, great. Extra sugar, please.”

After pouring his coffee, she gave it to him and sipped her own. They sat in silence for a moment, but before either could break it, a loud knock sounded on her door. And Pen let herself in.

“There you two are! I woke up, with a major headache by the way, and you two were nowhere to be found.”

Without missing a beat, y/n said, “Yeah, I wanted to change and we both desperately needed coffee.” Spencer hid his head, cheeks turning rosy.

Pen didn’t notice, “Yes I will definitely take a cup of that. I don’t even remember falling asleep last night, I remember Emily leaving, but that’s definitely it.”

“You know, for someone who claims to have a headache, you are surely talking loud and fast.” Y/n said, laughing.

The rest of the morning passed like that, Spencer and y/n did not have a chance to talk about what happened. When Pen finally asked Spencer if he wanted a ride home, y/n spoke up quickly. “Oh, I can take him!...I mean, I have a few errands to run anyway, I really don’t mind.”

“Um, are you sure? He doesn’t live in town, ya know?”

“Oh yeah, that’s cool I have to go to this bookstore out of my way anyway. I don’t mind!”

“Okay, if you say so. Be careful, you two.”

The first 20 minutes of the drive was silent, just like before Pen walked into y/n’s apartment.

“Listen, y/n, this is not something I usually do…at all. The drinking…the…well any of it. I don’t want you to think that this is something…normal for me. This last case was pretty difficult and I went rather overboard. Not that, not that it wasn’t good. It was good, I mean more than good. I’ve never felt…I never thought that…-”

“It’s okay, you really don’t have to explain. It’s not really something I do either. I just, well Pen had told me so much about you, it was kind of like I knew you. Talking to you was so mesmerizing, I got lost in the moment. I’m sorry if I made it, this, whatever, awkward or anything. I hope that we can put this past us and be friends, at least.” y/n finished.

“Yes, friends, that’s…absolutely.” Spencer replied, defeated, not that y/n noticed.

After that day, it was a while before y/n and Spencer saw each other again. This time it was dinner at Rossi’s. Pen told y/n how he liked to have everyone over for dinner often, and this time he insisted on her coming…and staying with them. He has so many rooms, he loves to share. Rossi’s house was huge, and decorated beautifully. Everyone welcomed her and Pen when they arrived, Hotch and JJ had brought their kids and it was so fun to see them run around. Spencer gave Pen a hug, but y/n a curt nod. For someone she had slept with, y/n thought it was a rather cold greeting. Although, it had been almost 3 months, so maybe that was why.

The night was wonderful. The people Pen worked with really made an impact on y/n. She didn’t know how people who did a job, where they saw the things they did, could be so full of life and joy. She was so entranced by them, all she wanted to do was make them into stories. Put these amazing people to paper and preserve their personalities forever. The more y/n listened, the more she couldn’t push the thoughts away, she’d have to see how they felt about this a different time.

Y/n limited herself to two glasses of wine, not wanting to repeat the first time she drank with these guys. She noticed that Spencer didn’t have any. Everyone slowly started to go to bed, y/n couldn’t pull herself from the stories, so she was one of the last ones left. Hotch and Rossi took their drinks to one of Rossi’s porches, and that left Spencer and y/n who offered to clean up. At first the silence was normal, but then it became suffocating.

“Spencer…tell me something. Anything.”

“The praying mantis can kill and eat a multitude of creatures but the most interesting fact is that oftentimes the female mantis engages in sexual cannibalism, meaning she’ll bite off the head of her mate once copulation is complete, sometimes even during intercourse, actually.”

”Is that your strange way of telling me you want to have sex again?” y/n asked, laughing.

Spencer choked on nothing, cheeks turning red. “Now this is more like the Spencer Pen described to me. No need to be nervous, I was just trying to make a joke.”

They finished cleaning up, once again, in silence. Y/n didn’t mean to upset Spencer, which she so clearly had. She really wanted to have a conversation with him, she liked talking to him. Spencer also wanted to talk to y/n, but he was confused about what happened last time. It was very out of character for him to do something like that, but he felt very drawn to her that night. He felt very drawn to her now as well, but there was no alcohol to blame it on this time. They both looked at the kitchen, deemed it clean enough, and started walking up the stairs.

“Listen Spencer, I don’t know why it’s so awkward between us, I mean…I get it, but I don’t want it to be. I really like the conversations that we have had and I want to have more. I’m sorry if-” Y/n couldn’t finish, because Spencer cut her off.

“It’s not something you have to be sorry for. It doesn’t have to be awkward like this. I don’t want it to be.”

“Okay good, me either.” And y/n gave him a hug, but being that close to him again made y/n remember that first night again.

They pulled away slightly, y/n looking up at Spencer through her eyelashes. She expected him to let go, but he didn’t. So y/n did the one thing she had been wanting to do all night, she kissed him. When they pulled away, y/n once again expected that to be the end of it. A sweet goodnight kiss. But being so close to her made Spencer’s head spin and all he could think of was the sounds she made with him the other night, so he leaned down to kiss her again. Spencer opened the door to his room and pulled her inside. This time felt different, they were completely sober and taking things a lot slower. Spencer sat on the bed, pulling y/n down to him, never taking his lips off of hers.

One of Spencer's hands was on y/n’s back, the other pulling gently on her hair. Their lips were moving together slowly, but purposefully. Spencer pulled his lips away, pulling y/n’s hair a little harder to expose her neck. As soon as his lips touched her skin, y/n’s moan escaped her lips. It was exactly what Spencer wanted and what he needed to boost his confidence. He quickly pulled her shirt over her head before reattaching his lips to hers. His hands ran over her back lightly, sending a shiver through her. She started unbuttoning his shirt while he kissed all over her; the swell of her breast, the hollow of her collarbone, down her shoulder, it was like she could feel him everywhere on her body.

Suddenly, Spencer got up, still holding and kissing y/n, and threw her gently on the bed. He wasted no time pulling his pants off and moving on to y/n’s. Y/n pulled Spencer back to her, needing to feel his skin on hers. Their lips reattached and they stayed like that for longer than expected, just relishing in how it felt to be so close to each other. Their hands were everywhere, just feeling every inch of each other.

Finally, when she couldn’t take it anymore, y/n said, “Spencer, please, I need you.”

Spencer thought the moans did something to him, it was nothing compared to what that did. It was like something came over his body and he wasn’t controlling it anymore, he thought the alcohol made him a different person, but this is what actually did. He grabbed her hips and pushed into her, feeling like he was going to erupt right then.

The rest of the night was spent trying, but usually failing to be quiet. They really hoped they didn’t wake anyone. Spencer was the first to wake the next morning, realizing y/n was still next to him, wrapped in his arms. He quickly woke her up, peeking out the door and sending into her room in hushed whispers, agreeing he would go downstairs first. When y/n thought enough time had elapsed, she went down as well. JJ had already left and so had Hotch. Rossi, Pen, Emily, Derek, and Spencer were all sitting at the kitchen island, drinking some coffee.

“Good morning sleepy head,” Derek said, hugging y/n.

“Good morning guys!” Y/n replied cheerily, helping herself to the coffee when Rossi handed her a mug.

After some small talk, y/n was trying to find a way to get Spencer alone so they could talk, but Pen had different ideas.

“Okay, y/n, we’re going shopping, let’s get our things!” She said, pulling y/n upstairs before she got a chance to react. And somehow, this was the second time, y/n left Spencer without a way to contact him and with many things unresolved.

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The First Time

There's a small amount of smut in this one, don't think any other warnings. Hope you like it. Let me know what you think! Two more parts to come.

Moving into a new apartment, in a new town, on your own was absolutely a struggle. But, y/n was determined to get through it, no matter what it took. She was ready to shed her old life, well, most of it anyway. She found a job as an editor in Virginia that still gave her time to work on her own writing. She had faith that there would be plenty of inspiration around her in this new place.

After haphazardly placing most of the boxes, y/n started to get unpacked. Her couch, bed, and other large furniture wasn’t getting delivered until the next day. She planned on having a long night decorating what she could so she didn’t have to spend too long sleeping on her floor. Two hours later, and three glasses of wine, y/n realized there was still a box in her car. She debated with herself, but knew she would forget about it if she didn’t get it right away.

Walking out of the front door, she almost ran head first into a brightly dressed, bubbly, blonde.

“Oh my god, I am so, so sorry. I was not paying attention,” y/n responded.

“You’re fine sugar, I was in a rush and was not watching where I was going.”

“I’m y/n, I just moved in.”

“I was wondering who was going to replace Ol’ Dale. He was a mean old man, you are surely a huge upgrade. I’m Penolope. It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too, I hope everyone here is as nice as you.”

“Maybe not as nice, but not too bad. Where are you from?”

“Austin, new city, new start, I’m hoping.”

“That’s definitely a big change. Well…I was going to drink this whole bottle by myself, but would you like to come in for a drink?”

“I mean…You know I’m awfully tired of looking at my mess… I’d love to.”

Penelope and y/n talked into the early hours of the morning, learning everything about each other. Penelope was so easy to talk to and y/n desperately wanted at least one person to have in this new city. Y/n ended up on her couch, seeing as there was no way she could let her go sleep on her hard floor.

Way too early in the morning, with a raging hangover, y/n woke up to Pen fully dressed and making coffee. “Sorry hun, duty calls, I made you coffee though. Feel free to stay as long as you want. Extra key is on top of the frame, just make sure you lockup. If this case is over anytime soon, I would love to help you with the apartment. I’ll see you soon!” And she breezed out the door.

Over the next few months, Penelope and y/n built an amazing friendship. They both kept strange hours, Pen saving people from murderers and y/n writing and re-writing her novel. Y/n had met some friendly faces at work, people she would occasionally go out to dinner or drinks with, but Pen was her one true friend. She kept her word that first night, and as soon as she finished the case, she came and helped her finish setting up the apartment.

About four months after moving, Pen had to actually go with her team on a case, she told y/n as much as she could, but when she came back she begged her to come meet her team at a bar. Y/n had heard so many good things about them, she couldn’t say no. So she got dressed in a pair of her favorite jeans, a low-cut shirt, a leather jacket and made her way to the address Pen gave her.

She was definitely already tipsy when y/n walked into the bar, “Y/N! OMG, YOU’RE HERE! I MISSED YOU. You haveeeeeee to meet the teammmmm, come on!”

“GUYS!!! This is y/n, y/n this is the guys…omg I need another drink!”

“Well, I think maybe we should get a proper introduction, seeing as Baby Girl is in no shape to introduce us properly. I’m Derek Morgan.” The big muscular man stuck out his hand.

“Oh, I’ve heard plenty about you!” y/n smiled at the man.

“I’m JJ, this is Emily.” Y/n shook both their hands.

“I’ve heard so much about you guys too, Pen loves you.”

“And she loves you, you really made an impact on her.” Emily said.

“Dave Rossi, do you want anything to drink?” A very Italian, looking man asked me and she took him up on his offer.

“I’m Aaron Hotchner,” he smiled slightly. “And now that I’ve met you, like I told Garcia I would, I’ll be on my way. It was lovely to meet you.”

“I feel like I’m missing someone…” y/n said looking around at the team.

“That would be Reid, he’s a little shy.” Derek explained, pointing at him.

“Well hello Dr. Reid, Pen told me you don’t like shaking hands, so don’t worry. It is lovely to meet you though, she talks about you the most.” y/n said quietly to him.

After that, Pen was basically shoving drinks down all her friends throats. Even Dr. Reid was drinking, much to the surprise of every one of his co-workers. As the night continued, y/n and him really started hitting it off. As the last call rang through the bar, Pen decided she wasn’t done for the night and invited everyone back to her apartment. JJ wanted to go home to her baby and Will, Derek had a lady already ready to go, Dave had left a while ago, so that left Emily, Spencer, and of course y/n. They all got into an Uber and headed back to Pen and y/n’s shared apartment complex. The group drank and listened to music as they all shared stories about their lives.

Emily left pretty soon after that, asking Reid if he needed to share an Uber.

“No don’t be silly,” Pen said, “He can stay here, be careful Em, let me know when you get home.”

One thing Spencer wasn’t, was shy, not while he was drinking at least. Y/n was not prepared for how he was acting right now, it was nothing like Pen had described him as. Y/n was enthralled in his conversation, she couldn’t keep her eyes off of him. Pretty soon, neither of them realized that Pen had fallen asleep on the couch. When the two of them looked up at her, and then back at each other, they realized just how close they had gotten. And just like that, a spark flew and the two were kissing.

When they pulled apart, y/n expected for him to stop, but he looked at her and went back for more. They threw a blanket on Pen, turned off the lights, and stumbled to y/n’s apartment down the hall. After a few attempts of getting in, while Spencer was kissing her neck, they busted through the apartment and headed straight for the bedroom. Y/n took no time pulling her shirt over her head, Spencer quickly unbuttoning his.

He pulled her in, looking for any hesitation. When he found none, he connected his lips to hers again. The kiss was hot and passionate, his lips found her neck and she let out an involuntary moan. Spencer didn’t realize what a sound like that, coming from her, could do to him. He became completely obsessed with hearing that sound again. He threw her on the bed and unbuttoned her pants. She shivered, partially at the cold air on her previously covered legs, but mostly because of Spencer's touch on her thighs. His hand stroked almost right where she wanted it to, eliciting another moan that Spencer desperately needed to hear.

The rest of the night continued just like that. Spencer did everything he knew of to make her moan…again…again….and again. And when they both had almost as much as they could take, they finished together. Spencer cleaned y/n and himself up, and they fell asleep in each other’s arms, not thinking about the consequences in the morning.

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