spencerreidlove

[spencerreidlove]

We All Need A Little Love

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Aaron Hotchner

Word Count: 1.8K

Spencer Reid was no good at taking care of himself and after a long case, this was particularly evident.

Thankfully, Aaron Hotchner was there to assist.

Aaron Hotchner looked out through the blinds of his office window into the bullpen. They had just landed from a particularly hard case in Texas and the Unit Chief had told his team to finish off their paperwork and then go home, not wanting them to be there any longer than twenty minutes.

Morgan and Prentiss had placed their files on his desk in under fifteen minutes, not even bothering to stick around for his approval as they trudged out of his office. JJ and Rossi had been next and Garcia had already come in to say her usual goodnights a long time ago.

So that just left Spencer.

Aaron’s frown deepened as he watched Spencer continue to write furiously, his head only inches away from his papers. When he had emphasised to his team that he wanted them to get home quickly to rest, he had mainly been speaking to his partner but Spencer Reid had obviously not got the hint.

Or he had but he was just ignoring it.

It had been a particularly harsh case for the young doctor, with the team selfishly over-relying on his geo-profiling skills and his ability to solve infuriating riddles left by the unsub. It had led Spencer to work continuously for the full three days, hardly even stopping for sleep or food no matter how much the team had tried to convince him to.

Hotch sighed and realised that if Spencer wasn’t going to voluntarily leave, he would have to be forced out.

“C’mon, you must be finished by now. Even Morgan has beaten you to it.” Aaron said as he made his way over to Spencer’s desk, his briefcase and jacket in his arms.

“That’s because Morgan rushes through it too much.” Spencer replied as he continued to write.

“Even so, you know that you should go home. You can finish that tomorrow.” Aaron sighed.

“It would really be better if I could just finish it-“

“You don’t have the excuse that you need to do it whilst it’s still fresh in your mind so come on, you’re leaving. And that’s an order.” Aaron replied. He then gently placed a hand on Spencer’s wrist, halting him from writing.

Spencer let out an audible sigh as he realised that it was likely he wasn’t going to win this argument and closed his file.

“Are you coming over?” Aaron asked as he watched Spencer pack his bag up. He reached out and brushed his hand over Spencer’s hip.

“Maybe not tonight, tomorrow would be better.” Spencer said with an apologetic glance to his boyfriend.

Hotch inwardly sighed, he had wanted Spencer to come home with him so that he could guarantee he would actually get some rest and have some proper food. But not wanting to force Spencer into doing anything he didn’t want to do, he nodded.

“Sure, can I at least take you home? I’m not sure getting the train this late would be the best idea.”

Spencer put his bag over his shoulder and gave a tired nod. “I won’t say no to that. The amount of gang crime is increasing at an alarming rate andit’s getting more and more evident that they are using the train stations as a place to hang out at night.”

Aaron placed his hand on the base of Spencer’s back and led him to the lift, mentally noting that he would no longer let his partner get the train home anymore.

As they pulled up, Aaron glanced over to Spencer, the nearby street lamp lighting him up in a soft amber glow. He could see his boyfriend was still clearly wired up, his face still in a permanent frown as he continued to go through things in his head.

“I’ll pick you up in the morning. I’ve told Strauss that we’re not coming in til ten, everybody needs the rest.”

Spencer looked over at him as if he suddenly realised he wasn’t alone. He then shook his head but gave Aaron a fond smile. “Don’t worry about making such a detour, spend that extra time making breakfast with Jack-“

“He’s at a sleepover tonight, Jessica is picking up tomorrow lunchtime. I’m going to pick you up tomorrow, no questions about it.”

“Fine.” Spencer nodded. He leant over the console and gave Aaron a soft kiss. “Goodnight.“

“Goodnight. Please get some rest.”

“I will.”

Spencer gave him one last peck then vacated the car, his hand clenched around the strap of his bag. Hotch continued to watch him and even after he had entered his building, he remained parked outside.

It didn’t take a world-class profiler to know that there was no way Spencer would be looking after himself tonight. There was way too much on the genius’ mind to switch off that.

Not without a helping hand at least.

Aaron was very good at making quick decisions but this didn’t even take much consideration as he pulled away from the apartment building and towards Spencer’s favourite Thai place.

When there was no answer after a good few minutes, he pulled out his bunch of keys and located the one for Spencer’s place. He could see the lights were on on the other side of the door so he knew his boyfriend was awake.

“Spencer?” He called out softly.

He placed the pile of food on the kitchen table then made his way into Spencer’s small yet cozy living room. The lamp was on so Aaron could clearly see Spencer hunched over his desk, a large pile of books in front of him.

“Spencer?”

Spencer swivelled around in his chair so fast that he nearly fell off it. “Shit Aaron, when did you get here?”

Aaron frowned and held up his key. “Just now. You didn’t hear me knock on the door? Or me calling out for you?”

Spencer ran his hand through his hair and shook his head. “No…I must have been too absorbed in this. Sorry.”

“You know if you’ve brought case files home, as your Unit Chief, I really shouldn’t be seeing that.”

“It’s not BAU stuff, it’s…something else.”

Aaron stepped closer to Spencer and placed a hand on his shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. At his position, he was able to see the reports Spencer was working on.

“Experimental medications for schizophrenia? Spencer-“

“She’s getting worse. Her doctors rang me yesterday…she hasn’t had a good day in over ten days now.” Spencer murmured. “I just feel so helpless right now.”

“I’m sorry, honey.” Aaron pressed multiple soft kisses to the crown of Spencer’s head. “I know you want to be doing something but right now you really need to look after yourself. You’ve worked yourself too hard over these past few days-“

“Honestly, I’m fine.” Spencer made eye contact quickly and gave him a weak but unconvincing smile.

“Please. Just allow me to look after you tonight?” Hotch all but begged. “I have your favourite Thai in the kitchen.”

Spencer huffed, “Okay. But once we’ve eaten, you can go. You’re tired too.”

“Sure.” Hotch agreed. He was lying. He wouldn’t be leaving Spencer tonight.

Spencer and Aaron sat across from each other at the kitchen table, their ankles entwined under the table. Over the top of his pad thai, Spencer kept shooting his boyfriend soft glances.

“You don’t have to look after me you know, I know I can get absorbed by work stuff and books but I can take care of myself.” Spencer said softly.

“I understand that but I like to. There have also been many times when you’ve had to drag me away from my work. Looking out for each other is what being partners is all about.” Aaron grasped Spencer’s hand which wasn’t holding his chopsticks and gently rubbed his thumb over the back of his hand.

Spencer smiled back at him but then a flash of pain crossed his face. He dropped his chopsticks and rubbed a hand over his forehead.

“Spencer?”

“Sorry it’s just a headache. Probably strained my eyes too much.” Spencer mumbled as he scrunched his eyes up.

“Can I get you anything?” Aaron questioned, continuing to hold onto Spencer’s hand as a form of comfort.

“No…maybe just get my glasses from my go bag? I think I need to get these contact lenses out.”

“Of course, I’ll be right back.” Aaron said quickly. As he passed his boyfriend, he pressed another kiss to the top of his head.

Spencer realised that his boyfriend literally must have ran to his bag as he had returned within a minute, his glasses case being placed in front of him before he even had a chance to take his contact lenses out.

“I’m going to make you a herbal tea as well, okay? I know that helps you.”

Spencer gave a minute nod. He would have a chance to feel flattered that Aaron knew that once this headache had disappeared.

Within ten minutes, Spencer had been gently led into the bedroom and then gently pushed down onto the bed.

“Take a sip of your tea, you need some fluids in you.” Aaron told him from where he was crouching down in front of him.

Spencer obliged and took a sip of the chamomile tea, feeling its soothing effects almost instantly. “You don’t have to stay here if you want to go home.’

“I’m not going anywhere, love. Tonight is about you, you can make it up to me another time.”

Spencer cracked open his eyes to give Aaron one of the most loving looks Aaron had seen. He was so ridiculously grateful that he had this person in his life to look out for him so lovingly.

“Thank you. For everything.” Spencer managed to croak out. He wanted to say so much more, to tell Aaron that he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have him in his life and that he was happier than he had ever been before however the lingering headache prevented him from saying so many words.

“You don’t have to thank me. Now lay back, we are both going to sleep and if we happen to wake up after ten am, I will take Strauss’ wrath.”

Before either of them could even think about changing into some comfier clothes, they were fast asleep with Aaron’s arm firmly around Spencer’s waist.

#criminal minds prompt #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #hotchreid #Spencer Reid x Aaron Hotchner

[spencerreidlove]

Being Prepared is Key

Otherwise known as: Five Times Spencer Reid used his fantastic brain and research to help your pregnancy. And one time he was completely and utterly unprepared.

This series has been split into five separate parts (plus one!) or you can read the entire thing under the read more. I really hope you enjoy and continue to send in prompts!

TW: Some swearing/Pregnancy

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

He Knew You Were Pregnant Before You Did

Morning Sickness

Baby Whisperer

Taking the Weight Off

Long Overdue

First Meetings

Five times Spencer’s wonderful brain and his extensive research helped you through the pregnancy and one time he was completely and utterly unprepared.

No 1. Somehow, he knew you were pregnant before you did…

You and Spencer hadn’t been actively trying for a baby. You had agreed that if it happened that would be amazing but you wouldn’t start to put any pressure on yourselves to make it happen. Despite this, every time that dreaded time of the month came round like clockwork, you felt your heart grow heavier with disappointment.

It had been a ridiculously busy month for the BAU team. You weren’t sure what had been put in the water to make all these serial killers come out of the woodwork but whatever it was, the team hoped it would go away soon. Everybody needed a break.

With the unit being so busy, nobody seemed to actually sleep in their own beds at home for a while as you hopped from one town to the next across the country. Maybe that’s why you didn’t notice that your period didn’t come, even though it had been like clockwork since you were thirteen.

Now, you had all just completed a case in LA and were on the jet back for some well-deserved days off as Hotch promised he was going to make sure all cases went to another team for at least a week.

“Are we home yet?” You murmured as you tried to get comfortable on the seat.

“Only two more hours to go.” Spencer sighed. He was sat beside you reading one of his books as Emily, JJ and Derek played poker behind you and Hotch and Rossi continued to finish their paperwork. “You’re tired.”

You lifted your head back up to look at him with an absurd look. “Thanks for that observation, Dr. Reid. I wasn’t aware.”

“You slept so well last night though and we spent most of this morning in bed until the airport cars came to pick us up” Spencer pointed out quietly, frowning to himself.

“Everything must just be catching up to me.” You sighed. You knew he was correct, you had slept for over twelve hours last night cuddled up to your husband and it was so unlike you to want to nap in the middle of the day. However, you brushed it off and moved closer to Spencer so that you could rest your head on his shoulder. Within minutes, you were fast asleep.

Thankfully, the team made it back home with the promise that their work phones would not be ringing for at least a week.

On the third day, you were lounging on the swing seat in the garden, enjoying some sun as you munched on a green apple. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that Spencer had stopped researching for his latest thesis and was looking at you strangely.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You laughed “Am I getting burnt? Maybe I should go and put some more sun screen on-”

“No, no you’re fine.” Spencer replied although continued to look at you with a pensive look on his face. “Just…thinking about something.”

“Anything you want to share?”

“Not yet.” He said. He glanced at you for another beat and then went back to his typing. You just put it down to another quirk of your loving husband and went back to your sunbathing.

The next day, you had just returned from a very successful shopping trip with Penelope. Honestly, that woman was such a good person to shop with, even if you did end up spending the majority of your month’s wage in one swoop.

“Spence? I’m home!” You called as you finally managed to open the front door with all your shopping bags in tow.

Silence filled the house, making you frown. You were sure Spencer had said he would be staying in all day to finish off his thesis.

“Spencer?”

You left the bags in a heap at the door and went through to the kitchen where you stopped in your tracks at the sight of Spencer standing there, holding the biggest bouquet of flowers you had ever seen.

“What’s going on?” You smiled. “Have I completely got our anniversary dates mixed up because I’m pretty sure it’s not for another few months.”

“No…I wasn’t quite sure what to give you. Or even whether I should tell you like I might have it completely wrong and then I don’t want to get your hopes up-”

“Spencer.” You stopped him as you placed a hand on his arm. “What’s going on?”

Spencer took a deep breath and placed the flowers on the kitchen bench then pulled out a paper bag from the cupboard.

“I think you should go and take this.”

You noticed your hands were shaking slightly as you opened the bag and pulled out a pregnancy test. “Spencer…”

“We’ve been so busy that you probably haven’t noticed but…I have. You’re more tired, you’ve been eating green apples like there’s no tomorrow and I remember your mom mentioning that she craved those when she was pregnant with you.” Spencer began to explain. “Then the major one was that you skipped your period this month…oh and your nipples were really sensitive the other night-”

“Okay, let’s stop there.” You said shakily as the information began to sink in. You heart was hammering so hard in your chest that you had to steady yourself against the table. “How…how did I not notice that my period didn’t come?”

“We’ve been so busy.” Spencer explained softly, “We hardly even knew what day it was .”

“You still noticed though.” You whispered with a shaky laugh.

“I notice everything.” He smiled and then pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Before we get our hopes up you should go and take that test. I could be wrong about this.”

“As if Spencer Reid is wrong about anything.” You laughed but slowly stood up, took his hand and went upstairs with the pregnancy test clutched in your other hand.

Like everything, Spencer was absolutely correct. You were having a baby.

No. 2 He carried around the perfect remedies for morning sickness…

You thought you might have escaped the dreaded morning sickness after it didn’t seem to appear for the first eight weeks of your pregnancy. You had seen first-hand how bad it had affected JJ so you dreaded it but after two months of no sickness, you naively thought you might be in the clear.

Hotch had just called you all into the briefing room for a new case, Spencer being the perfect gentleman and pulling your chair out for you.

“I know it’s early but we’re being called to go to Phoenix.” Hotch explained as the case files were handed out. “Three dead so far, local PD don’t have any leads so they are desperate for our help.”

“Oh you started without me, sorry sir.” Garcia said as she rushed into the room and placed a large brown paper bag in the middle of the table. “I know it’s so early that you probably all skipped breakfast so there’s some bagels and coffee there.”

“I have said it many times before but you are a god of a woman, baby girl.” Morgan winked and reached over to grab a bagel.

“Yeah, thanks PG.” Emily grinned as she opened up the bagel with her name on it to see her favourite, smoked salmon and cream cheese.

However, as soon as the smell of the salmon wafted over to you, you felt your stomach churn. It had never, ever affected you before but right now, the smell was so stifling it was making you ill.

“Excuse me.” You managed to gasp out as you clamped a hand over your mouth and sprinted towards the bathroom, determined to get there in time before you threw up in front of the entire precinct.

The bathroom was thankfully empty and you skidded to your knees (ignoring how disgusting that was) and gagged into the toilet. Within minutes, you felt warm hands pull your hair back and rub small circles on your back.

“I don’t know why that made me feel so ill.” You managed to gasp out.

“Apparently our baby isn’t a fan of salmon.” Spencer replied, continuing to rub his hand over your back. “The team is worried about you but I don’t think it will take them long to work it out.”

You hummed in response, not quite trusting yourself to open your mouth again.

“I’m going to grab something from my bag, I’ll be back in a minute.” Spencer said as he pressed a small kiss to the base of your neck.

You gave him a weak thumbs up, too busy debating how unsanitary it would be to rest your head against the toilet, you felt that ill.

He must have ran as he returned in less than a minute, his hand going back to the base of your spine.

“Are you up for drinking something?”

“Maybe.” You croaked and turned towards him. He brought up a can of open ginger ale to your lips and helped you take a few sips. “It’s flat.” You grimaced.

“I know, I’ve read it works best if it’s flat.” Spencer replied, “Few more sips, okay?”

You took the can from him with a trembling hand and continued to take little sips, watching as he then rummadged around in his bag for something else. He eventually pulled out a small bracelet and carefully placed it around your wrist, adjusting it so it was in a particular position.

“Don’t think this goes with my outfit.” You said with a weak smile.

“Acupressure bracelet, the best thing to help with morning sickness. Wear it about ten minutes a day and it should do the job.” Spencer kissed the strip of skin above the wrist band. “How are you feeling?”

“Thanks to you and your research, Dr Reid, a million times better.” You said honestly, “How long have you been carrying these in your bag for?”

“Since we found out. I thought it would be good to have them on hand.” Spencer said nonchalantly but it made your heart feel so full as you realised how truly lucky you were to have a husband who researched morning sickness remedies and carried them around with him for two months.

“I love you so much.” You blurted out, unable to contain it.

He looked up at you and gave you that wide smile which still gave you butterflies. “I love you too. Now…shall we get up off the bathroom floor?”

No.3 When the baby was keeping you up all night by kicking, he knew that talking to it would help…

You stared at the flashing numbers of the clock on your bedside table, watching as it turned from 02:59 to 03:00. You hadn’t slept. At all.

When your baby started to kick a month ago, you thought it was the best and most magical thing in the world. But now, after your gorgeous bundle of joy continued to use your insides as a punching bag, you were sick.

You weren’t even aware that you had started to cry until you let out a large sniffle, your tear filled eyes continuing to look at the clock. 03:14 now.

“Y/N?” Spencer croaked, his voice still heavy with sleep.

“Go back to sleep, babe.” You replied, trying to hide the tears. “I-I think I’m just going to go downstairs for a bit, you need to be up early for your lecture tomorrow-”

“Hey, no. Stay there.” Spencer placed his arm over you and the bump as if he was physically preventing you from leaving and then leant over you to turn the bedside lamp on, the soft light filling the room.

“I’m sorry.” You sniffled. You weren’t quite sure what you were apologising for but you were so tired that it was making your head feel slightly fuzzy.

Spencer shook his head and carefully thumbed away the tears which were still running down your cheeks. “How long have you been awake for?”

“I haven’t slept.” You said quietly with a shrug. “I don’t know why, I just can’t unwind…and I feel so lucky that we’re having this baby but right now…they just won’t stop kicking-”

“You’re allowed to be upset that the baby is keeping you awake right now, it doesn’t mean you don’t love it any less.” Spencer said gently. “And I’m sure we’ll both be feeling that for at least the next twelve months.”

You let out a wet laugh and nodded, beginning to feel slightly embarrassed that Spencer was having to comfort you as if you were a child yourself.

“Now lie down, okay?” He carefully helped you lie onto your side, your bump protruding out towards him. He then also laid down, your faces so close that he couldn’t help but give you a quick kiss.

He then shimmied down so his head was at your belly. “So I’ve been reading that talking to you might calm you down, something to do with the vibrations from my voice. But then again lots of people in the past have told me that my ramblings can send them to sleep, especially Morgan, so it might help you go to sleep too.”

It took you a moment in your sleep deprived mind that Spencer was no longer talking to you, he was talking to the baby.

“Now, I just mentioned Derek Morgan he uhm…he’s going to be your Godfather. We haven’t told him yet but I think he’s going to cry like a baby when he finds out.” Spencer continued. He brought a hand up to cup the bottom of your bump, his thumb rubbing back and forth. “We’re still undecided about the Godmother, we have too many wonderful women in our life to decide…”

Spencer continued to speak quietly to the baby and eventually…the baby calmed down. There were still small movements but rather than keeping you awake, it just reassured you that they were still okay in there. You still allowed Spencer to continue to talk but after ten minutes, you weren’t sure what else he told the baby as you…you were fast asleep.

No.4 Eight months of pregnancy was hard on your body but Spencer was there to assist.

Queen was blasting through your kitchen speaker as you piped chocolate frosting onto the cupcakes in front of you. It was Penelope’s birthday tomorrow and since she was always the one baking cakes for everyone else, you decided it was her turn to get some baked goods.

“Hey!”

You swear you must have jumped at least three feet as you dropped the icing bag in surprise.

“Fucking hell, Spence. Do you want to shock me into labour in our kitchen?” You exclaimed as you clutched at your chest. As you were officially on maternity leave, now only Spencer left the house every day to go to Quantico, leaving you to do things like…bake lots of cakes. You hadn’t been expecting him to come home for another few hours.

“I’ve been shouting for you since I came in, Freddie was obviously just a bit louder than me.” Spencer laughed, leaning around you to turn the radio down. “And I thought you were going to take it easy today, you shouldn’t be on your feet.”

You sighed, this was a battle you always ended up losing. Spencer Reid had just become a tad too protective in the latter stages of your pregnancy. Now, at eight months, he was quite the worrier. But it was adorable.

“My back hurts too much when I sit in the same position for too long.” You explained with a sigh. “But then again…it also hurts when I stand so I can’t really win.”

“Hang on, I read this in one of the pregnancy books today, it might help.” Spencer said. You watched him place his bag and jacket on the table and then he came up right behind you.

Very slowly, he placed both hands under your bump and gently lifted it up, making you sigh out in pleasure as you realised how much weight was lifted away.

“Oh my god, we should have read about this way earlier.” You breathed, allowing your head to fall back onto his shoulder. Although suddenly, you jolted, “This isn’t harming them, is it?”

“It’s perfectly safe.” Spencer soothed, making you relax against him again. “I’m simply taking the weight of them for a while.”

You both stood together for a while, Queen continuing to play quietly in the background as Spencer’s strong and slightly gun-calloused hands continued to hold your bump.

“Thank you.” You murmured. “Thank you for continuing to make this easier for me.”

“You’re carrying my baby. Reading a few books and doing this for a few minutes every day is the least I can do.”

You smiled and trailed your fingers up and down his hands, relishing the feeling of being in his arms. You couldn’t quite believe how much you had lucked out with this guy.

“I’m going to release you now, okay?” Spencer warned as he slowly let go of your stomach. You had to hold in a whine as you felt all the weight come back to your own body. “But I’ll go and run a bath and we can massage some of that nice oil JJ gave us into your back, it’ll help.”

Before he could leave to head to the bathroom, you grabbed his hand and pulled him in for a hard kiss, trying to pour out all your gratitude and love into it.

“I’m so lucky.” You murmured against his lips.

“Not as lucky as I am.” He whispered back as he gave you three more soft kisses and left to run you a bubble bath like the loving husband he was.

No.5 One week overdue and you were ready for this pregnancy to be over. Cue Spencer with his ways to induce labour.

“Fuck!” You ground out as you tried to get up from your position from the sofa but your ridiculously large belly prevented you from doing so. “I am so fucking sick of this.”

“Wait there, I’m coming!” You heard Spencer call from the kitchen. You were so pissed off that you were still pregnant, a week after your original due date that you couldn’t even begin to feel sorry about how much Spencer was running around after you.

After all it was his fault that you were in this situation in the first place.

He came in with a steaming cup of peppermint tea, that he had been in the kitchen making for you, and placed it on the coffee table before using his lean arms to pull you up from the sofa.

“I just want them out.” You whined, resting your head against his shoulder. “I’m so uncomfortable.”

“I know, baby. They’ll be out soon, you’ve just made such a good home for them that they don’t want to come out.” Spencer soothed as he ran a hand up and down the side of your stomach, smiling when he felt a kick.

“That doesn’t help. I need scientific Dr. Reid to tell me how to get this baby out. C’mon, you will have read some strategies on how to induce labour, tell me the best one and we’re going to do it right now.” You begged.

Spencer gave you a fond smile and kissed the space between your eyebrows where you were frowning. “Okay, the most effective way is walking. It will help to loosen up the pelvic muscles, there’s no proper scientific evidence to says it definitely induces labour but-”

You clamped a hand over his mouth. “We’re going for a walk.”

He laughed and nodded, “Great, I’ll grab our coats. Do you want me to grab your shoes?”

“Yeah but you already know you’re going to have to tie my laces for me. I can’t even see my feet, never mind tie up my shoes.” You sighed.

“That’s what husbands are for, Y/N.” He called back, making you laugh for the first time that day.

Now you knew it was going to be a slow walk but you were sure neither of you were quite prepared for how slow you were actually going to be. You had both made your way to the local park and were making your way around the perimeter, Spencer’s arm firmly wrapped around your waist to help support you.

“That’s the third elderly person who has overtaken us.” You said, eying the woman who walked around you. “I was a first-class FBI agent and now I can’t even make my way around a park without being out of breath.”

“It won’t be long until you're back to kicking down doors, babe.” Spencer laughed. “I promise that you’re still badass, even more so now.”

“That’s nice of you to say, it’s a lie but thank you.” You gave him a quick peck on the cheek of appreciation. “So how long are we meant to walk for until this baby pops out?”

“Oh I think at least to the lake and back.” Spencer replied with a grin.

And even though he was joking and really, there wasn’t actually any evidence to say that walking actually helped, it was in fact your last day together as a twosome as on the meandering walk back home, you felt your first twinge of a contraction.

And the one time he was completely and utterly unprepared…

“I’m so proud of you. This is nearly over and I love you so much.” Spencer murmured into your ear as he clasped your hand, allowing you to squeeze it as hard as you could as another strong contraction passed through you.

“He’s right, this is nearly over.” Your midwife agreed. “I think one more strong push and they’ll be here.”

“I can’t. I can’t do any more.” You cried out, allowing your head to fall back against the pillow behind you as you began to sob. “You have to just pull them out.”

“We can’t do that, lovely, you need to push. One more.” The midwife continued.

“I have every faith that you can do this Y/N, one more push and our baby son or daughter will be here. You’ve done all the hard work, just one more.” Spencer encouraged, pressing multiple kisses to your sweaty forehead. “I love you so much.”

“One more and…and they’ll be here?” You cried, looking up at Spencer for confirmation.

“One more.” He confirmed, “You’re the strongest person I know, you can do this.”

When the final contraction came, you pushed with everything you had, outpouring all your stress,delight,pain,excitement that this pregnancy had brought you both.

Within seconds, your baby was finally born. The room was then filled with the most magical sound you had ever heard, your baby’s first cries. It made it so real.

“Congratulations, guys! You’ve got a baby girl.” The midwife cooed.

“A girl.” You gasped out, tears still running down your cheeks. “We have a daughter, Spence.”

Spencer remained silent, his hand still tightly wrapped around yours as he stared at the newborn baby being quickly checked over by the midwife. His own eyes had filled with tears as he stared in complete wonder and…fear.

“Does daddy want to come and cut the cord?” The midwife asked with an understanding smile. She had seen that look before.

“I…I don’t know” Spencer gasped out, still clearly in shock. “I don’t know how.”

“Just take these scissors and cut here between the clamps.”

The midwife gestured to the cord still attached to your wailing daughter and before Spencer could protest again, she placed the scissors in his hand.

You had never seen Spencer’s hands shake so much as they did when he carefully cut the cord. His eyes were still filled with utter fear. All you wanted to do was climb out of bed and give him a tight hug and tell him that it was completely normal to feel like this now that she was actually here and together, they would work it out and be the most incredible parents.

Of course, that was out of the question (you could hardly even move, never mind get out of bed!) and before you knew it, the midwife was bringing over a small bundle. “Let’s get you holding this absolutely beautiful baby, shall we? We’ve waited long enough for it.”

You gave a wet laugh and allowed the baby to be placed in your arms. At that moment, your heart could have exploded, it was so full of love and endorphins. Because here she was…you and Spencer had made an actual human being…and she was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

“Do you want to meet your daughter?” You asked Spencer quietly after you finally managed to tear your eyes away from her tiny features.

“I….you can hold her for a while longer…I don’t want to do it wrong….I-” Spencer stammered out. He wrung his hands together a few times but continued to look at his daughter longingly.

“Why do you think you’ll do it wrong?”

“I’ve managed to prepare for every other step of this pregnancy by doing what I do best…reading and researching. But there’s nothing which could have prepared me for this.” Spencer murmured.

“We’ll work it out together. But right now, I have a baby who just wants to meet her dad and I want more than anything to introduce this incredibly lucky girl to her father. So please…Spence? Take her.”

He finally looked up from his daughter to look at you for a few moments. Then slowly, he nodded. With his still shaking hands, he took her from you and pulled her up close to his chest.

“Hey…hey Amelia…I’m Spencer…I’m your dad.” He whispered to her. You grinned and watched with tear-filled eyes as he began to grow more comfortable in holding her and how he looked down at her with such adoration and love. “We’ve waited a long time for you and I promise I’m going to be the best I can possibly be for you.”

He now understood why this experience wasn’t written down in books and papers. Because there was absolutely no way he could describe what he felt right now. How happy he was. THeir family was complete.

#spencer reid x reader #criminal minds prompt #spencer reid #fluff #pregnancy

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derek morgan x reader where you help him after profiler, profiled. he just needs love and comfort:( <3

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Pairing: Derek Morgan x Reader

Word Count: 1.2K

When you left Washington for Chicago with Derek a few days ago with the plans to spend the weekend with his mom and sisters, you would never have imagined it would end up like this.

You had both been so happy. Hotch had finally allowed the two of you to have the same vacation time from the BAU so as soon as it had been approved, Derek was straight onto the phone to his momma to tell her he was coming to visit.

Of course, Fran had made the same comment she had for the past few years as soon as you both walked through the door, telling you both that you owed her some grandbabies. For once you didn’t actually try to brush the comment off, maybe that was a sign that you both were ready to have a baby. That thought had kept you awake the entire night after, thinking of how to tell Derek that you were ready to try for a baby.

There had been a blanket of happiness and relaxation as you both revelled in the time away from work which then completely shattered when you heard the news that Derek had been arrested.

The days which followed were a whirlwind of tears, anger and absolutely no sleep. The team had come and gone and Carl Buford was now well and truly where he deserved to be. Yet even though the case had been resolved, you knew your boyfriend needed a bit of love and comfort to recover.

“Where are we going? My mom’s house is that way”

It had taken Derek ten minutes to realise that you were driving the complete opposite direction from his childhood home. You had both been sitting in silence as Derek was occupied with staring out the window at the passing streets, his fingers rhythmically tapping against his thigh as deep thoughts continued to occupy his mind.

“I know. I’m taking us somewhere else.” You told him softly. You took your eyes off the road for a beat to give him a reassuring smile. That’s all you could do at the moment.

Derek continued to look at you with a slight frown but then nodded. Then, slowly, he placed his hand on your knee and gave it a squeeze. Just letting you know that he was grateful and happy for you to take charge for a while.

Eventually you pulled into the carpark of the hotel the team had been staying in whilst they were there. JJ had wordlessly pressed a key into your hand before she left, understanding that you both may want your own space for a while.

“I’ve packed a bag with some essentials, I’ll grab it from the back.” You said.

Derek gave another nod and as soon as you were both out of the car, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, obviously wanting to be close.

As one unit, you made it to your room without another word said. As you unlocked the door, you entwined your fingers with Derek’s and gently pulled him into the room.

“Emily mentioned this shower is one of the best. Water pressure is ‘sublime’ apparently.” You said quietly with a small smile. You nodded towards the bathroom. “Why don’t you go and try it out? I’ll unpack.”

Derek looked towards the bathroom but then hesitated. “Will you…join me?”

You had never seen this kind of vulnerability from him before. But this wasn’t the opportunity to be startled by it. You simply had to embrace it and guide him through it.

“Of course I will.”

Derek led you towards the bathroom and you slowly began to unbutton his shirt, allowing it to fall off his shoulders onto the floor. Gentle kisses were pressed to his skin and your fingertips brushed over his biceps.

He delicately put his finger under your chin and brought you up for a kiss to the lips instead. It was tender and sweet yet it still made you tingle from head to toe, especially as he placed his hands on your waist to pull you closer.

“Thank you.” He eventually murmured against your lips.

“No need to thank me, baby.” You replied. You pressed a final kiss to his lips before you stepped back to finish undressing.

Emily was correct. The shower was amazing. It was easily large enough to fit you both in and you had a fleeting thought that any other time it would have been a great opportunity for some great shower sex, especially as your shower at home was just a tad too small for that.

This wasn’t the time for that though. It was gentle, careful touches as you massaged the lavender soap over his toned abs and allowed him to tangle his fingers into your hair. However, it wasn’t long before you noticed that the water running down his cheeks were in fact salty tears rather than from the shower.

His eyes were shut but continued to drop large tear droplets down his cheeks. You reached up and gently thumbed away the tears then gave both cheeks a kiss.

“C’mon my love, let’s get out.” You murmured as you realised you couldn’t comfort him whilst still in the shower.

He didn’t acknowledge you but allowed you to reach behind him to turn the water off and then exit the shower. He did give you a fleeting smile as you passed over a pair of sweatpants from the bag but continued to stay silent, still too occupied with thoughts and memories to fully communicate just yet.

Then, as one, you lay on the bed together, warm and dry. You could probably count on one hand the amount of times you had been the ‘big spoon’ but there wasn’t even a consideration about it tonight as you opened your arms and allowed him to collapse into them.

“I had put it all behind me.” He finally murmured into your t-shirt.

You remained silent but tightened your arms around him to indicate that you were listening.

“It was such a painful part of my childhood but I had moved on, y’know? For it to be brought back up…in front of my family…my friends…the team.” He continued, his voice breaking.

“We will continue to be there for you, Der. Always and forever.” You whispered.

“But to find out how many other boys were suffering, just like me. I…I was weak to not say anything at the time.” He admitted. That was it. That was the thought he had been harbouring for the past few days, you realised. Guilt.

“No. No, don’t you dare think like that, Derek Morgan. This is no way your fault or your problem.” You told him determinedly. “You should know, especially after doing our job, that we never blame the victim. We blame the person responsible and that was Carl. Nobody else.”

Derek hummed but didn’t give full confirmation that he understood that. You knew that like every victim though, it took time. You made a mental note in your head to ask him if he wanted to make use of the company’s free therapy time, maybe in a few days though. Not now, not when he’s still so raw.

For now, all you could do was hold him close until he eventually fell asleep. You yourself didn’t actually sleep that night, too busy with thoughts on how to comfort your boyfriend through such a trauma. You did however continue to press small kisses to his head and continuously run your hands up and down his body, just to let you know that you were there. Always.

#derek morgan #derek morgan x reader #criminal minds fic

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Hotch and reader host a dinner party? The team are completely shocked at how affectionate you are/different to how you both are outside of work.

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Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Derek Morgan pulled up the driveway, his best friend, Penelope Garcia practically vibrating next to him with excitement.

“We’re way too early. I don’t know why you insisted that I come and pick you up at that time.” Derek grumbled, glancing at his phone.

“Because, my dove, we have been invited to a dinner party by our esteemed leader. There’s no way we could have been late.” Penelope replied. She turned the rear-view mirror towards her and straightened the pink flower in her hair. “The rest of the gang also seemed to have the same idea.”

Derek looked out the window to see that she was correct, JJ and Emily pulled up behind him, Spencer in the back seat.

“I offered you a lift, Pretty Boy, you said you were getting the train over.” Derek said as they emptied their respective cars.

“Maybe his driving isn’t good enough for you.” Emily quipped. She adjusted a bouquet of flowers in her arms.

“Or maybe because the train isn’t safe at this time so I had to insist that I was coming to pick him up.” JJ added. “Also Henry had a book report that he wanted his favourite Godfather to look at.”

“You know, considering I’m a trained FBI agent, none of you have faith in me that I would be able to survive a mugging.” Spencer said with a frown.

“You’re our baby, Spence. We’ll always protect you.” Penelope grinned. She walked over to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek that left a bright pink mark. He quickly scrubbed it off with the sleeve of his navy cardigan.

“Where’s Rossi?” Derek questioned, looking over JJ’s shoulder as if he was expecting his car to also pull up on the driveway.

“He’ll be fashionably late like usual.” JJ replied.

“Which is good because his expensive wine fresh out of his cellar will definitely outdo our gifts.” Spencer murmured with a slight frown as he studied the box of chocolates he brought, going through the ingredients in his head to work out if they were in fact from Switzerland like the box claimed they were.

“Come on, let's do this thing.” Penelope looped an arm through Derek’s and led the group towards Hotch’s brand new house.

You stood beside your partner, stirring the soup (for the starter, butternut squash), whilst Aaron sliced the mushrooms (for the main course, risotto) with a rhythmic thud on the chopping board. Considering the fact that you had only come up with the idea to host a dinner party at your new house two nights ago, you were impressed by how organised you both were.

It had actually been Aaron’s idea which was surprising. It wasn’t that he was opposed to doing couple-y things outside of work, because he was. In fact, Aaron Hotchner was one of the most affectionate people you had ever been with when he wasn’t Unit Chief at the FBI. It was the idea that he was happy for his team to see you both as a couple, especially when you rarely showed affection to each-other on cases.

The shock on the team’s faces when you had told them they were invited had also been evident and before you or Hotch could change your minds, they had all immediately agreed.

The knock on the door pulled you out of your thoughts.

“That will be our guests!” You smiled.

“I wish they were all this early to my briefings.” Aaron replied, a small smile gracing his lips.

“Yeah but your briefings don’t come with a three course meal, including my world-famous apple pie.” You replied as you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving to go and get the door.

You pulled the painted red (Jack’s choice) front door open to Penelope’s squeal. “It looks beautiful!”

“You haven’t even been inside yet.” You laughed, accepting a kiss on the cheek from Derek.

“I know but the ‘driveway is so beautiful’!” Emily mocked, grinning when Penelope tried to reach over to hit her. She handed over the bouquet of flowers to you. “These are for the hostess with the most-ess.”

“That’s very kind, thank you.” You blushed. “Go through, Aaron is in the kitchen.” You pretended not to notice the girls giggle to each other as you called him ‘Aaron’.

You followed the team through to the kitchen to see Aaron already pouring out glasses of wine.

“Pen is right though, this place is stunning.” Derek said as he looked around the large kitchen. He ran his hand over the granite worktops with a whistle.

“Yeah, we fell in love with it the minute we saw it, didn’t we?” Aaron asked you with a soft smile.

“We certainly did. Definitely our forever home.” You said, making eye contact. You let him wrap an arm around your waist and pull you closer, neither of you breaking eye contact until Aaron pressed a tiny kiss to the corner of your mouth.

Unbeknownst to you, the team were currently staring at you both, with open mouths and wide eyes. Spencer had even begun to cough up his wine.

Even though it wasn’t news to them that you were both in a relationship together (they were visiting the house you had bought together for goodness sake!), they had never, ever seen the two of you share affection quite like this.

When at work, you were SSA (Y/N) and SSA Hotchner and those two agents did not snuggle and make heart eyes at each other.

Another knock on the door brought you and Aaron out of your gazes (and the team out of their shocked states).

“I’ll get it-“ You began to stay.

“No! Don’t worry, I’ll go.” JJ stuttered out. She left the room with her mouth still wide open.

“It’s probably Rossi. Feel free to all take a seat at the table.” Aaron coughed awkwardly as he realised that his work colleagues were still watching them. The guys nodded but otherwise still remained silent.

“He’s only five minutes late. That’s early for Rossi.” Spencer broke the silence as he glanced at his watch.

“Rossi is never late. You are merely all early.” Dave announced as JJ led him into the kitchen. “This is for both of you, congrats on the new house.”

He handed over a bottle of red wine and then sent the others a knowing smile as if he knew that he had outdone everybody’s gifts.

“Thank you! Now please, take a seat. We’ll be through in a moment.” You told the gang, ushering them into the dining room.

As soon as the kitchen was empty, leaving just you and Aaron, you turned and grinned to each other.

“Did you see their faces?” You giggled.

“Honestly, it was like they didn’t even know we were in a relationship.” Aaron replied, exasperated. “Did they expect us to just call each other by our surnames and do handshakes as our only form of physical touch?”

You laughed again as you stepped closer to him and gave him a kiss. “I’m glad handshaking isn’t the only physical contact we have, Hotchner.”

He put both of his hands into the back pockets of your jeans, pulling you closer. “I whole-heartedly agree.” He murmured and then kissed you once more.

The kiss began to get more heated as you wrapped your hand around the back of his neck to pull him closer.

“Hm, we can’t do this when we’ve got guests.” Aaron finally murmured against your lips as he realised he would shortly have a problem if you carried on.

“They would collectively have an aneurysm if they knew what we were doing in here.” You agreed with a smirk. “In fact…”

“What?”

“It doesn’t take a profiler to know that they will be gossiping about us right now. Especially the girls.” You said. You took his hand and led him to the doorway which led into the dining room. Thankfully the door was still open slightly, allowing you both to listen in to the words being said.

“…I just never thought I would see the day when Hotch was looking at someone like that. I mean we never saw him like that with Haley.” Derek exclaimed.

“Oh the way they were looking at each other.” Penelope cooed as she clutched at her chest. “They’re adorable.”

“I bet the sex is good.” Emily added nonchalantly as she took a sip of her wine.

“No! That is where this conversation stops!” Rossi exclaimed.

“I’m not going to be able to look at Hotch the same way on Monday morning after you’ve said that.” Spencer croaked, looking down at his glass with a grimace.

“C’mon, they’ll be wanting their food soon.” Aaron huffed over your shoulder, sick of listening to them gossip out your sex life.

“Let them wait! They’re too distracted talking about us to notice!” You replied with a laugh. You were finding it hilarious. “Although they were completely right about one thing…the sex is very good.”

“I mean they are world-class profilers after all.” Aaron hummed. He stepped closer to you, trapping you between him and the wall behind you. He then whispered in your ear, “I’m sure they can wait another ten minutes.”

It made you go weak in the knees and for a millisecond, all you wanted to do was run into the dining room to tell the girls what he had just done. How hot Aaron Hotchner truly was. But then you decided you could tell them after you had a quick make out session in the coat closet.

#criminal minds prompt #criminal minds fic #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader

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Hi! Can you do something where reader has just given birth to yours/Spencer’s baby and Spencer brings them into the BAU to show off? Just proud!dad/smitten Spencer please :)

A/N: Thank you so much for the prompt! Hope you enjoy! Please feel free to send me any other prompts, I accept all pairings!x

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 1.9K

“Hey, stay there until I come round. I’ll help you out.”

You rolled your eyes fondly but remained in the seat for a few moments, watching Spencer do an awkward jog around the car to reach your side.

“You know you don’t have to keep treating me with kid gloves, I feel fine.” You told him as he gently wrapped an arm around your waist to help you out of his car. You did feel a slight twinge in your lower abdomen but you decided not to make it known, not wanting to prove Spencer right.

“Studies say it can take up to a month to fully recover after giving birth. Problems related to high blood pressure is very common, combining that with the tears in your vaginal-“

You clamped a hand over his mouth, one of the most effective ways of stopping a Spencer Reid monologue. “I don’t need reminding about those tears, thank you very much.”

He gave a small nod in response so you slowly withdrew your hand then gave him a soft kiss instead. “You’re very sweet for still looking out for me though, thank you.”

“I’m only living up to the vows we made on our wedding day.” Spencer replied. He then stepped back to open the back seat door to retrieve your precious cargo. “Car rides definitely seem to be the way to go to get her to sleep, she’s spark out.”

You grinned as you looked over Spencer’s shoulder to look at your two week old baby daughter. As Spencer said, she was fast asleep, bundled up in her car seat.

“Although I’m not surprised, she looks ridiculously cozy in there.” Spencer continued, “Maybe you should take me out for a car ride, wrapped in blankets, when I can’t sleep.”

You laughed “Your insomnia has just given us an advantage for the first time ever, Dr. Reid. You’ll always be awake to deal with the night-time changes.”

You were joking of course, you and Spencer were a perfect team in the fact that you would take turns responding to the cries of your daughter in the middle of the night (even though Spencer nearly always tried to insist that he would get her so you could go back to sleep. He was such a good husband and absolutely the best dad.)

“C’mon, Amelia, let’s show you where your daddy works.” Spencer murmured to his sleeping daughter before carefully unclipping the carrier from the car and looped it on one arm, the other hand coming to entwine your fingers together.

“Did you let the team know we were coming?” You questioned as you entered the Headquarters.

“No, I thought I would surprise them. Especially looking forward to seeing Garcia’s reaction.”

“I think even if you told her hours in advance that we were bringing Amelia in, she would have been just as excited to see her goddaughter.”

Introducing Amelia to her godparents, Penelope and Derek, was a memory neither of you would forget. Garcia probably disturbed the entire ward with her squeals whilst Morgan got surprisingly emotional holding his goddaughter for the first time.

“Okay, brace yourselves.” Spencer murmured, as the lift indicated that they had reached the floor of the BAU bullpen.

The doors slid open and the floor seemed nice and calm for once. Even though he was on paternity leave, Spencer was still kept in the loop with cases so he knew the team hadn’t been called out to anything that morning.

Just as the pair of you stepped out the lift to make your way to the conference room, Emily spotted you.

“Oh my god! What are you guys doing here?” She asked excitedly. She came over and gave both you and Spencer a quick hug before averting all of her attention to the baby. “Oh here she is, the little angel.”

“Hm, she wasn’t such an angel at two am, but I agree…right now she’s being the perfect baby.” You mused.

“Oh you need to let your mummy and daddy sleep, little one. We can’t have your daddy’s brain turn to mush, we rely an awful lot on it.” Emily whispered loudly to Amelia.

“I don’t know, you all seem to be managing pretty well without me.” Spencer replied.

“We know that Morgan has been texting you for your thoughts. He makes it way too obvious by the stuff he comes out with, literally trying to pass your ideas off as his own.” She laughed.

“I am hurt by that accusation.”

The three of you turned to see Morgan exit his own office, an empty coffee mug in his hand. You watched as his face lit up when he saw the carrier still in Spencer’s arm.

“You finally brought her in!”

“Of course, we had to show her the famous BAU. It is of course the place her parents fell in love so it’s a very important place.” You said, pressing a quick kiss to Spencer’s shoulder.

As if she was suddenly realising that she was becoming the focus of a lot of people’s attention, Amelia began to fuss, her little feet kicking out under her blanket.

“Oh you’re getting annoyed at all this talking, huh?” Spencer murmured to his daughter. He rested the carrier on a nearby desk and then very gently pulled Amelia into his arms, her tiny head snuffling into the crook of his neck.

“I never thought I would say this but I want one. I really want one.” Emily cooed, her hand coming to rest over her heart.

“Yeah, she’s pretty great.” You grinned, watching with such a full heart as Spencer pressed soft kisses to the top of Amelia’s head.

“I’m happy to stay on Godfather duty. I’ll take her for the fun times and then happily hand her back for the sleepless nights and diaper changes.” Derek laughed.

“Why on earth did I have to hack into the security cameras to see that you had brought my goddaughter in rather than somebody telling me straight away?” The click-clack of heels and Garcia’s voice was heard all the way down the corridor and within seconds, the whirlwind of blonde hair and a pink outfit was drawn to Amelia.

“We were going to bring her into your lair.” Spencer promised her, “Thought she would have liked all the lights.”

“Of course she would, my lair is dark and warm, it’s practically like being back in the womb for her.” Garcia shrugged.

All four of you grimaced, the subject of your womb was not something you thought would be brought up in conversation.

“Can I give her a cuddle?” Garcia asked, her hands already held out as she looked at the baby longingly.

You watched Spencer hesitate. Even though your husband was so much better at the whole germs and physical contact thing, you knew how reluctant he was to let his baby daughter be exposed to so many germs, especially when she was so young.

“Are you okay if we still wash hands before holding her?” You came to Spencer’s rescue.

“Yes! Absolutely! I will be right back!” Garcia promised before running back off in the direction of the toilets.

Again, Amelia began to whine in Spencer’s arms, bored of the lack of movement.

“Why don’t we go and see the others, hm? Let’s see if you can be the only one to take Hotch’s attention away from paperwork.” Spencer said to Amelia quietly. After a quick nod to you to check you were okay with him taking her for a walk around, he left in the direction of Hotch and Rossi’s offices.

“I never thought I’d say this but fatherhood was made for him.” Derek mused.

“I don’t know, I always thought he’d be good.” Emily shrugged, all of you still watching him. “And she is going to be the smartest kid in school!”

“Oh absolutely.” You laughed. “He’s already started to read her Tolstoy. From memory of course.”

“I thought I heard your voice!” JJ exclaimed as she exited her own office, a bundle of files in her arms. She quickly deposited them on a nearby desk and pulled you into a hug. “You are looking gorgeous! I did not look this good so soon after giving birth to my boys.”

“Oh shut up JJ, you still looked incredible.” Emily scoffed.

You blushed from JJ’s compliment. Even though Spencer was still absolutely in love with your body, possibly even more now that it had provided him with his daughter, you were still a bit insecure about the baby weight you still carried.

“It’s probably the first time I’ve brushed my hair and put makeup on since having her, you should have seen me this morning.” You replied with a laugh. You looked up to Hotch’s office to see him and Rossi both fussing over the baby. “Excuse me, I better check up on them. She’ll be wanting a feed shortly.”

“I’ll make you a tea, still loving peppermint?” JJ asked.

You had to hold back a grimace. Even though you once hated peppermint tea, it was all you craved throughout your pregnancy. However now that Amelia had been welcomed into the world, you had gone back to despising the stuff.

“No thanks. Earl Grey would be lovely.” You said before leaving the gang to head up to your boss’ office. “Room for one more?”

“Always for you, bambino.” Rossi said with a smile. He came and pressed a kiss to your cheeks. “You’re looking beautiful as always.”

“Stop flirting with my wife, Rossi.” Spencer quipped.

“I’m not! I’m just thinking she would make a wonderful fourth wife.” Rossi replied with a wink, making you laugh. “I am going to be dropping another lasagne to your house later, I know you won’t have time to be cooking anything.”

“You don’t have to-“

“Of course I do! Anything Papa Rossi can do to help.”

“Hey (Y/N), it’s lovely to see you.” Hotch added in after finally tearing his eyes away from Amelia. You adored the fact that Hotch became a completely different person when children were around- he definitely morphed into Aaron, Jack’s loving father, rather than Hotch, feared BAU Unit Chief.

“And you, Hotch. How did the final of Jack’s soccer game go? Did you manage to lead the team to victory?”

“You remembered! We did, three-nil to us.” Hotch gestured to him and Rossi. You still found it completely endearing that the pair of them coached a soccer team every weekend.

You were about to tell him that when Amelia gave a pitiful cry from Spencer’s arms.

“Ah. Like clockwork.” You mused as Spencer carefully handed over your daughter. “Excuse me, this little one needs a feed.”

“You stay in here, you can shut the blinds and make it private. We’ll go to the conference room for a while.” Hotch told you as he gathered up his papers.

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. However long you need.”

Hotch and Rossi quickly vacated the office whilst Spencer shut all the blinds. You got yourself comfortable on Hotch’s couch and unbuttoned your shirt, allowing Amelia access. Like the angel she was, she latched on immediately.

“Go down and see the others. I’m sure you want some different company for a change.” You told Spencer as he came to sit down next to you.

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be right now.” He promised sincerely. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and then gave you a sweet kiss. If someone had told him when he first joined the BAU as an inexperienced, scared young adult that he would one day be showing off his daughter to the team, he would never have believed it.

Yet here he was, with you, the love of his life, and Amelia, his other love. And neither of you could be happier.

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Tough Days

Spencer comes home devastated after a difficult visit with his mom. Luckily, you, his loving wife, is there to comfort him.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 1.1K

“Hey, Spence? Is that you?” You called out from the kitchen. You were just finishing slicing up some fresh lemons to make a pitcher of lemonade to sit outside in the sun with when you heard the front door creak open.

Your husband had been called out on a case in Las Vegas two days prior and since the team managed to solve it so quickly, Spencer decided to use the opportunity to visit his mom. You had gotten a quick text to say he was back on the jet to come home but apart from that, you had no idea how the visit had gone.

However, seeing his crestfallen face as soon as he entered the kitchen, you had a pretty good idea.

“Hey,” You murmured quietly, taking a cautious step towards him. If he was upset you weren’t entirely sure whether he would feel comfortable with contact or not.

Within seconds, he closed the gap between you and practically collapsed into your arms, giving you one of the tightest hugs he could muster. You quickly reciprocated it, wrapping your arms around his waist and then pressing a soft kiss to the exposed piece of skin on his neck.

Silence in the kitchen fell again as you stood in each other’s arms, your breathing now synchronised.

“She had no idea who I was.”

It was quiet, barely audible. The words though were so heavy and broken that it seemed to fill the entire room.

“It was the first time that I saw such a big change in her, there was just…no signs of her past self. Of my mom.” Spencer continued quietly.

Your heart shattered. What were you meant to say to that? There were no comforting words which would be able to patch up these emotional wounds.

Instead, you slowly extracted yourself from his embrace so that you could see his face. With gentle hands, you thumbed away the tears running down his cheeks then pressed another soft kiss to the top of his cheekbone.

“I’m so sorry, darling. It’s so hard and I’m so sorry.” You told him sadly, “She will always be your mom though. Even though today was hard, you have to hold onto all those good memories you have with her.”

Spencer gave a minute nod, his glassy eyes looking at you as if you had all the answers. Sadly, you didn’t, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t help him to realise how much he was truly loved.

“How about we go upstairs? I can run us a bath? Or if you’re tired we can cuddle in bed for a while.” You offered quietly as you began to run your fingers through his hair.

“A bath…a bath would be good.” Spencer replied after a moment of consideration.

“Okay, good choice.” You slowly entwined your fingers together and began to lead him up the stairs. After a quick glance behind you, you noticed that your husband’s eyes were still slightly glazed over and his brow was furrowed as the events of the previous day continued to play on his mind. Curse of an eidetic memory.

After depositing him on the bed with a swift kiss on the forehead and a promise that you’ll be back in a moment, you went into the bathroom to run the bath. When you both first viewed this house, the large, claw-foot bathtub was definitely one of the things that drew you both to this house the most.

A good glug of bubble bath was poured in and then a couple of drops of lavender oil, something you know would soothe Spencer.

“Hey, it’s ready when you are my love.” You said to him as the bubbles continued to pile up.

He had begun to undo his tie with his nimble fingers however you noticed they were uncharacteristically shaking so you decided to give him a hand. Unlike the majority of times you undressed each other, this was so different.

His cardigan was slowly peeled from his body, followed by his shirt. Spencer did seem to snap out of it enough to remove his own trousers and underwear.

It took a few moments but Spencer eventually got settled amongst the bubbles, the lavender scented steam swirling around him. His head fell back and eyes shut, making him look more relaxed than he had in a while.

“Are you coming in?” He questioned, his eyes still closed.

You had been kneeling on the tiled floor next to the bathtub, your hand running through his hair. Like earlier, you had wanted to give him his own space and wait for him to decide how close you wanted to get.

“If that’s what you want.”

“Of course it is.”

Within seconds, you pulled off your own clothes and slipped into the bath in front of him, allowing his arms to pull you closer to him.

“Does the team know?” You asked after a moment, your fingers trailing up and down his arm.

“I didn’t tell them specifically but it didn’t take a profiler to work out that I was upset.” Spencer sighed. “Hotch told us to all take the weekend off, I’m pretty sure that was mainly for my benefit.”

“That was nice.” You hummed.

“Yeah it was. I know I have a lot of people around me, to support and love me, it's just sometimes…”

“You want your mom.” You finished softly.

You felt Spencer give a small nod in response and then a couple of drops of water landed on your shoulder which you knew hadn’t come from the bath water.

It was hard from your position in the bath but you managed to turn around slightly and wrap one arm around his shoulders, the other cradling his head close.

“This water is getting cold, do you want to get out?” You murmured into his hair.

With another nod, you began to carefully get both of you out of the bath with the intention of crawling straight into the bed together. A large fluffy towel was wrapped around yourself and another was passed to Spencer who took it gratefully.

You were so thankful that you had only washed the sheets the previous day as when you both collapsed into bed, the scent of fresh linen embraced you both.

“Thank you.” Spencer mumbled as he looked at you through half-lidded eyes. He hadn’t realised how tired he was until he had actually climbed into bed, the events of the case and then his visit to his mom catching up to him.

“You don’t have to thank me, I’m your wife.” You smiled softly.

“I know but…thanks anyway.”

“Don’t mention it baby, you can make me breakfast in bed tomorrow if you really want to thank me.” You joked.

“Consider it done.” Spencer slurred, his blinks getting longer as his eyes grew heavier.

“Stop fighting it, Spence. Go to sleep. I’ll be here. I’ll always be here.”

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #fluff #hurt/comfort #criminal minds prompt

[spencerreidlove]

I Was There When You Fell

The last thing Aaron Hotchner expects to see at 2am is his partner, Spencer Reid collapsed at his front door, creating quite the pool of blood on his brand new ‘Welcome’ doormat.

Horrified doesn’t even begin to describe how he feels at that moment.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid

Warning: Mentions of blood/violence

Word Count: 5K

One more step.

That’s all he needed to do.

Then he would be home.

His knees suddenly buckled and his body came down. Thankfully, the door was right behind him, keeping him slumped partially up right. He had no more energy left. His adrenaline had well and truly run dry and the seriousness of his injuries began to make themselves known.

As Spencer glanced up to the moonlit sky, he debated what would kill him first. Probably the internal bleeding. However the cold of the January night might just accelerate shock.

His hand which was once clutching at the wound to his side now lay limply on his lap. No energy to put pressure on that anymore. As he was already dying, he might as well just let the blood ooze out on it’s own. No point delaying the process.

At least he had the stars to look at, he mused. Spencer managed to find two constellations before his head rolled back, banging the door behind him. His eyes slowly drifted down from the stars and to the blue door which he was leaning against.

Aaron’s door.

Damn. He had nearly made it. All he had needed to do was get the key out of his pocket and open the door. Surely he could still do that?

He had to.

Spencer wouldn’t be able to die on Aaron’s doorstep. The thought of his boyfriend opening the door in the morning to his cold body or even worse Jack finding him made Spencer painfully shudder. But it seemed to put one more last jolt of energy into his bones.

It was just enough to slowly put his hand into his pocket and pull out his bunch of keys. Thankfully, he only had a couple of keys on the ring, there would be no way he would be able to find the right one if it had multiple.

Grasping the silver key in between his bloody fingers, Spencer tried to reach up towards the lock. The key scraped against it but didn’t manage to insert it in.

One more time.

For Aaron.

He lifted his arm up again, noting how it felt heavier than it ever had before. Maybe if he happened to survive this he should write a paper on the psychological effects injuries like this had on his mind. Why exactly was his arm feeling heavier?

He was thinking of nonsense. He knew he was. That scared him.

This must be the end. He apologised internally to Hotch for what he would find in the morning and hoped that there wasn’t too much blood staining the doorstep. Hoped that he and Jack would be able to recover from yet another important person being ripped out of their lives.

Then, the door opened and Spencer fell face-first into the warm house.

Hotch was a light sleeper. He had to be. He had spent far too many years of trying to catch a moment’s snooze in between cases to ever be able to go into a deep sleep. It was only amplified after Jack had came along, always waiting to hear to hear his infant cry out (usually wanting or needing Haley over him) and then once it was only him to listen out for his son crying out after yet another nightmare, well let’s just say Hotch didn’t really sleep well anymore.

Of course, when Spencer was lying in his bed next to him, those nights he slept better than any other time.

Tonight was not one of those nights. Spencer had decided to spend the night at his own apartment, telling Aaron that he was going to be at the library for the majority of the evening to finish up a paper for his latest PhD in Philosophy and so he didn’t want to disturb him and Jack by coming in late at night.

He had tried to convince Spencer that really, it wasn’t a problem, but his boyfriend had silenced him with a quick peck on the lips and told him that it was only for one night.

It was thump at his front door which woke him up.

His eyes shot open but head remained on his pillow, waiting to see if there would be another noise. There were a few more moments of silence but then it happened again, slightly louder this time.

Hotch carefully climbed out of bed and punched in the code to his gun safe hidden in the wardrobe, all whilst listening out for more noises. He knew he had set the security alarm to the front door before he went to bed so there would be no way an intruder could get into his home without him knowing.

He had learnt that the hard way after Foyet.

After a quick check-in on his son to see he was still soundly asleep in his room, Hotch crept down the stairs and clicked the safety off his gun.

Another scratch on the door.

And another. At the keyhole? Had his intruder managed to get a key from him?

Taking one more large step towards the door, Hotch peeked out of the spyhole. At this moment, he would have rather had a large burly criminal at his door, ready for a fight, than what he was actually greeted with.

Spencer.

His beloved Spencer, collapsed on the ground, a bloodied mess. His boyfriend had his key clutched between his blood stained hands and was desperately trying to reach up to the lock but between his position on the ground and his shaking hands, it was proving futile.

“Oh my god. Fuck.” Hotch exclaimed. His own hands trembled as he unlocked the door and swung it open. He could hardly breathe as Spencer collapsed like a rag doll onto his doorstep, face down into the ‘Welcome’ mat that he had bought last week to encourage Jack to wipe his shoes on after soccer.

Even after all of his extensive training and experience with matters just like this. Hotch didn’t know what to do.

He then realised with a start that it was because he wasn’t Hotch, BAU’s Unit Chief right now. This wasn’t a victim of a case that he had no attachment to.

He was Aaron, father to Jack and loving partner to Spencer. And said partner was currently bleeding out onto his floor.

“A-Aaron?”

Aaron snapped out of whatever daze he seemed to have found himself in and realised that yes that was Spencer in a heap on the floor below him.

And he needed help. Immediately.

“Spencer. God. What happened to you?” Aaron murmured although he expected that Spencer may be too out of it to get a reply.

His hands hovered over Spencer’s chest, not quite sure where to start. He noted two separate wounds which were staining his baby blue shirt. The one above his right hip seemed to still be bleeding sluggishly whilst the one at his shoulder had now slowed down.

Prioritise the one at his side then. “I’m sorry, baby. Sorry.” He murmured as he placed his hand down on the wound, causing a moan of pain to escape Spencer’s lips.

Aaron looked around desperately for supplies he could use. The first aid kit in the bathroom cabinet was currently out of the question. Until he knew Spencer was stable, he was reluctant to leave him.

A navy scarf hanging on the coat hook belonging to Jack caught his eye. That would have to do.

With one hand still spanned across the stab mark, (because that what it was, Aaron considered with horror, his Spencer had been stabbed. ), he reached up and pulled the scarf down in one swoop.

“I’m going to just put pressure on here, Spence.” Aaron told him, deciding that he didn’t want to shock his partner by the change in pressure.

Again, he ddin’t get a response apart from another whine of pain as Hotch pressed down over his shirt. He was thankful that he had only washed the scarf a couple of days ago.

With his free hand, he started feeling around Spencer’s skull for any bumps or bleeding. Apart from a small bump at the back of his head, he generally seemed to be in the clear.

His face though. His beautiful face was littered with black bruises and small cuts across his cheek from where he had obviously been forced to lay on the concrete pavement.

Aaron’s thumb gently brushed over his cheekbone but decided that there wasn’t much he could do for it at that moment.

“‘ ‘m sorry.”

Aaron jumped slightly as he noticed Spencer’s hazy eyes were now staring at him through his hooded lids.

“What have you got to be sorry for, my love?” Aaron asked quietly, gently pushing Spencer’s hair back from his forehead. His hand continued to press the scarf down onto his side.

“…t-turnin’ up here. S-scaring you.”

“You came to exactly the right place. I’m here to look after you, okay?” He told him soothingly, trying to ignore how much his voice shook as he said those words.

Spencer gave small nod and then turned his head to the side and spat out a mouthful of blood.

“Spencer…I need to get you to the hospital.”

“No. Don’t wan’ hospital.” Spencer replied with another cough. “All wounds are super…superfic…ial.”

“We can’t know that for sure. Please, you’re coughing up blood.” Aaron begged.

Spencer slowly put his hand on his partner’s wrist and enveloped it in a loose grip. “I bit my tongue, not internal blood. Please, no more doctors.”

Aaron groaned. He knew how much Spencer hated the hospital, even though he had thought about getting his boyfriend his own loyalty card to the place, he was there that much.

It seemed to be a combination of things that caused him to hate it so much although it was mainly spurred on the fear that he would be given narcotics even after his clear instructions not to.

When he was injured on the job, he usually had no choice but to go and get medical care. So now, when he was at home, in his boyfriend’s lap, he wanted to make his own choice.

“Okay. But if you pass out and become unresponsive, I’m taking you in, okay?” Aaron relented. “And if you get worse at any point, we’re going.”

That seemed to satisfy Spencer enough as he gave a small nod and relaxed back onto the hardwood floor with a wince.

“I need you to do one more thing for me, okay Spencer?” Aaron asked, getting his attention again.

Spencer didn’t reply, his energy obviously drained out of him again, but he made eye contact to show he was in fact listening.

“I have to run upstairs and get our first aid kit. I’ll only be away for a few seconds but you need to keep the pressure on this wound.”

Spencer wasn’t sure if it was his mind causing Hotch to speak so slowly or whether his partner was in fact talking to him like he was dumb, for the first time ever.

“You’re not dumb.” Aaron said, with a quick smile. He could see the cogs in Spencer’s brilliant mind turning as he realised he had in fact said his inner thoughts out loud.

“Good.” Spencer sighed. He then allowed Hotch to pick his hand up which had been resting on his chest, and place it on the scarf. He wasn’t sure he would be able to maintain the same amount of pressure that Hotch had been doing but he guessed it was better than nothing.

He was barely aware of the seconds which passed as he lay there alone, mainly focusing on how the fibres of the wool scarf tickled his fingertips.

Soon enough, he felt Aaron’s gun calloused hands take over once more.

“I’m glad we restocked this. It was only last week that I was in here, trying to find a plaster for Jack’s scraped knee. He wasn’t happy that we only had ‘boring brown’ plasters left rather than his ‘cool car’ ones.”

Spencer realised what Aaron was doing. Distraction. He wasn’t quite sure whether it was for his benefit or for Aaron’s but it was something they all did at work when they were trying to comfort or help victims or their families.

He appreciated it all the same.

“Do I…get a car one?” Spencer croaked. His head had lolled to the side again but it allowed him to watch Hotch rummadge through their kit.

“Hm, that wouldn’t even begin to cover this.” Aaron sighed. He wanted to cry out that of course a small plaster wouldn’t fix this, how could anything fix this? He still didn’t even have any idea what had happened to Spencer and all he felt like he needed to do was bundle his innocent boyfriend away from all dangers and then go after whoever did this to him.

But he couldn’t. Not yet.

With slightly shaky hands (he never had shaky hands so that unsettled him), Hotch took away the scarf and replaced it with a bandage. Thankfully, the bleeding did seem to have stemmed off and from the position of the wound, he knew Spencer was probably correct (like always), about the fact that it was likely no organs were hit.

It was an awful experience for both of them, for Spencer it was the movement which caused him to see white and then for Aaron simply because he was the one causing him so much pain. But eventually, the bandage had effectively been wrapped tightly around his torso.

“I haven’t got any strong painkillers in here, are you sure you don’t want the hospital?” Aaron frowned, placing his hand on the crown of Spencer’s head again.

“I’m fine.” Spencer gasped out. “The worst is over.”

Aaron sighed but nodded and began to work on the shoulder wound.

“Just so you know, I’ll be calling one of the Bureau’s doctors over to visit tomorrow morning to check you over.”

“W-what? No, I’m okay.”

“I’m not a doctor, Spencer. Yes, I have extensive first aid training due to our job but I have no way of knowing that these wounds won’t get infected or cause other problems. I need that reassurance, okay?” Aaron explained softly as he continued to wrap Spencer’s shoulder.

“You won’t let them take me in?”

“No, darling, not unless it’s truly necessary.” He promised. He tied the bandage into a bow and without really thinking, pressed a soft kiss on top of it. It was usually a gesture he did for his son but after tonight, all bets were off.

There was still the bruising across Spencer’s face and a smattering along his ribs but after trailing his fingertips lightly along his torso, he was satisfied that none were broken. Although that was something else he needed reassurance about from an actual medically-trained doctor.

“Here, have a sip and wash your mouth out.”

With a gentle hand on the back of his neck, Spencer’s head was slowly lifted up so that he could take a drink of the glass of water Aaron was holding. He swirled the tepid water around his mouth then spat it back out onto the floor, fascinated by how much blood was swirling around it.

“Okay. Another one.”

Spencer took another few sips and obediently swallowed two painkillers. It wasn’t enough to satisfy Hotch that he would feel no more pain but he realised he would have to wait for either Spencer to ask or for a doctor to force him.

“Do you feel like I can move you? We won’t be able to make it up the stairs but the sofa would be more comfortable.”

Aaron watched as Spencer considered it for a few moments, obviously caterogising his pain and weighing up wether the pain of moving would be outweighed by the comfort of the sofa.

“Y-yeah. We can try.” Spencer told him quietly. He already began to try and shuffle himself up to a sitting position when Aaron put a hand on his upper arm to stop him.

“Let me do all the work, okay?” Aaron said. “Just tell me as soon as it gets too much and we can stop.”

Spencer nodded and allowed his partner to manoeuvre him in small, measured movements so that his shoulders were now against the wall behind him.

“I think it’ll be easier if I pick you up.” Aaron said, both to Spencer and himself.

“Don’t hurt yourself.” Spencer replied, frowning. His eyelids were starting to droop again as he realised how tired he was. He knew it was his body craving unconsciousness in order to start the healing process.

“Please. I know I’m not as young as I used to be but I can still pick you up.”

Strong arms went under Spencer’s knees and around his back and slowly but carefully, Aaron lifted him from the floor. There was a moment that Spencer was ready to throw up from the pain as his injuries were jostled just a bit too much but he kept that quiet from his boyfriend, not wanting to concern him any further.

“I’m going to put you down in 3…2…1.”

As soon as his head was placed on the cushion, Spencer allowed his eyes to flutter shut. He was safe.

“Hey. Darling. Open those eyes for me. I need to know you’re okay.”

Spencer’s eyebrows furrowed but then that caused a flash of pain to go through his head so he tried to relax his face again. He didn’t want to open his eyes. He was warm and comfortable and would be quite happy just to drift off again…

A hand was placed on his (good) shoulder and gave it a gentle shake.

“Come on, Spence. You need to wake up otherwise I’ll have to take you to hospital. You knew the deal.”

A threat of going to the hospital. That was a low one. Even for Hotch. Even so, he slowly opened his eyes to see Aaron’s concerned face just inches away from his own. Although his vision was swimming so he was currently seeing double.

Like a new born lamb taking it’s first steps, Spencer carelessly reached out and stroked one of Hotch’s cheeks, trying to determine which Aaron was real.

“Ow.” Hotch laughed, carefully prying Spencer’s fingers away from his eye.

“S-sorry. Aiming for your cheek.” He slurred.

“Good to know. How about you sit up a bit, it might help your head.”

With a small nod of agreement, Spencer allowed Aaron to move him into a sitting position. He was too tired to even begin to be embarrassed over how much he was relying on his boyfriend right now.

“Want some more water?”

“No, m’okay.” Spencer murmured. He continued to stroke a gentle thumb up and down Aaron’s cheek as if he wasn’t the one currently lying on the sofa with two stab wounds. “Can you…sit up here? For a bit?”

“I don’t want to hurt you, darling.”

“Please.”

And that’s all it took for Aaron Hotchner to cautiously climb onto the sofa, behind Spencer. His arms gently wrapped around Spencer’s torso, where he knew there was no injuries.

They remained quiet for a good ten minutes, syncing each other’s breathing. They were content to know that they were safe. In each other’s arms. At home.

Sitting up had also helped considerably with the double vision and once his mind seemed to be clear of fluff, he decided he needed to start talking.

“They tried to steal my wallet. Two guys. They jumped me as I came out the library, pulled me into an alley way. ”

Aaron remained silent but he entwined his fingers with Spencer’s and gave it a soft squeeze. Just to show he was here and he was listening.

“I was stupid. Didn’t want to give it to them.” Spencer continued quietly. “Thought my badge would have been enough to scare them off but it just seemed to spook them. Wanted to get rid of me. Any evidence that they had tried to steal from an FBI agent.”

“It’s not fair that this happened to you, I’m so sorry my love.” Aaron pressed a trail of gentle kisses to the back of Spencer’s neck. “I should have been there.”

“It’s okay. I’m okay. You saved me in your own way, Doctor Hotchner.” Spencer slowly snuggled back into Aaron’s embrace and once again, knowing he was safe and protected, allowed himself to fall into darkness once more.

Once he knew Spencer had fallen asleep again, Aaron reached over to his mobile that rested on the coffee table. With one hand still entwined with Spencer’s, he noted down everything his boyfriend had just told him so that in the morning he would be able to get straight onto Garcia and start to find (and track down) exactly who did this to his love.

After a quick glance to the large bay window, he noticed the sun had started to rise, casting an orange glow onto the pair of them. He knew Jack would be up shortly and before then, he knew he needed to clear up the mess made in the hallway.

Thankfully, Spencer seemed in such a deep sleep that he was practically unconscious again so didn’t even stir when Aaron extracted himself from his grip.

It ddin’t take long to find a bottle of bleach hidden in the cupboard under the kitchen sink. With that and a wire brush, Aaron was armed and ready to go.

The blood which trailed from the door and into the hallway was still a strikingly bright red. It almost made Aaron throw up. He should never have to see Spencer’s blood pooled on his floor.

So he started scrubbing. Up down. Up down. Left right. Left right. He scrubbed until his hands were blistered and raw from the bleach but until every drop was gone from his house, he wouldn’t be happy.

“Daddy?”

Aaron dropped the brush in surprise, pulled out of his trance. Quickly hiding the bowl and the brush behind him, he turned around with a false smile to see his little boy stood on the stairs, still in his pyjamas, looking at him in confusion.

“What’s that smell?” He questioned, his nose crinkling at the strong stench of bleach.

“Sorry, Jack. The floor needed to be cleaned-“

“I’ve been wiping my shoes, I promise!”

Aaron smiled, a genuine one this time, “I know you have. You’ve been really good at that, too. This was mine and Spencer’s mess but…it’s all gone now.”

“Spencer’s messy.” Jack agreed with a giggle. He hopped down the last few stairs and began to go towards the closed living room door, prepared to watch his morning cartoons like he always did.

“Hey, just stay there a minute” Aaron wiped his hands then crouched down in front of his son. “Spencer is in there but he’s not feeling great, okay? So let’s leave him alone for a bit longer so he can get better.”

“He’s hurt?” Jack frowned, glancing longingly at the closed door.

“Yeah. But he’s going to be okay.” Aaron said, realising that he was trying to convince himself just as much as Jack. “A doctor is going to come and see him soon and then he’ll just take a bit of time to get better. We could make him a card if you like.”

Jack sighed with his whole body but finally looked back at his father and gave him a small nod. “I could use my new felt tips?”

“I think Spencer would love that. Come on, let’s get some breakfast.”

As promised, Doctor Hudson, a friendly medic from the bureau who had treated Spencer many times came over for a quick house visit. Thankfully, Spencer was right, all his injuries were superficial and she was very satisfied with Hotch’s hadiwork so after a course of antibiotics and some slightly stronger painkillers than aspirin, Doctor Hudson left them with a promise that she would check up in another couple of days.

Aaron had managed to get some dry toast and a weak tea (not coffee, much to Spencer’s disgust), into his boyfriend and considered that a great success. Once Aaron had left the room to update the team, Spencer slowly relaxed back into the cushions.

He closed his eyes for a moment, appreciating how much his pains seemed to have dulled, and when his eyes opened again he was met by two, large brown ones inches away from his face.

Jack jumped back in surprise, obviously not expecting his second father-figure to open his eyes so soon.

“Dad said not to wake you up.” He murmured nervously, pulling on the end of his top.

“You didn’t.” Spencer replied with a smile. “Are you okay?”

Jack hummed and then reached to the coffee table and thrusted a card covered in glitter and colourful shapes and letters into Spencer’s chest. “I made that for you.”

“You did?!” Spencer grinned. He examined the card to see a small stick figure (which he assumed was him) tucked up in a bed with a comically large bump on his head. GET WELL SOON was scrawled across the top in Jack’s messy handwriting.

It warmed Spencer from the inside out. His relationship with Jack was just as important as his one with Aaron. After all, he knew if Jack didn’t like him, Aaron would have to put his son before the relationship. He understood that, respected it.

So at first, he walked on eggshells around the young boy, ready for him to reject his dad’s new boyfriend at any moment. But of course, their relationship had blossomed and Spencer’s knowledge about dinosaurs had quickly won him a place in the book of Jack’s favourite people.

“Did bad people hurt you?” Jack asked him quietly, looking down at Spencer with such concern that should never be displayed on such a young child’s face.

Spencer inwardly sighed. He wanted Aaron to be here for this conversation too. “They did…but like always, your daddy is going to catch them and put them away forever.”

“That’s right. Like I always do.”

Both Spencer and Jack turned to see Aaron leaning against the doorway, his arms crossed.

“Okay.” Jack agreed.

“I thought I told you not to disturb Spencer though.” Aaron sighed, kneeling down in front of him.

“He didn’t, he saw I was awake and wanted to give me this beautiful card.” Spencer told him, giving a small wink to Jack.

Aaron gave them both a disbelieving smile, loving that his son and partner had such a strong relationship. “Go and get ready for school then, Jack. Aunty Jess will be over soon.”

Jack gave Spencer one last grin before scurrying out the room.

Once they were alone, Aaron perched on the edge of the sofa, a hand on Spencer’s blanket covered thigh. “If…if you are happy with it…I’m going to ask Garcia to get the CCTV footage of the incident. We’ll be able to track them down. But it’s up to you.”

“See if you can find them first and then if you do…I‘ll decide then what I want to do.” Spencer said. “I’m just not sure if I have the energy to make statements and press charges right now.”

“You do know our team, don’t you? If we give instructions to find these guys, they will stop at nothing until they’re found. Legally or not. But seriously, whatever you want to do, I’ll be right here. The whole team will be.”

Spencer nodded and reached down to take Aaron’s hand when he noticed the red and blistered skin. With gentle hands, Spencer reached to cradle his knuckles.

“W-what. What happened?”

“It’s nothing.” Aaron went to pull away but Spencer remained holding on.

“Is this to do with the ridiculous stench of bleach that you’ve been trying to air out all morning?”

Aaron groaned. Of course Spencer knew. Then again, it didn’t take a profiler to work out what Aaron had been doing all morning. He was pretty sure their neighbours would be coming round shortly to see if everything was okay due to the stench penetrating through their walls.

“I just…needed to get rid of all evidence of it.” Aaron murmured, watching Spencer run his fingertip across the inflamed skin. “Last night…seeing you at the door…I thought you were going to die, Spencer. I thought I would have to have another conversation with Jack about death. I thought we would have to leave yet another home because there were too many bad memories attached to it. It just… made me think of Haley. ”

“I’m sorry.” Spencer said earnestly. “I’m so sorry that I put you through that.”

“It’s not…it’s not your fault, my love.” Aaron sniffed. A single tear dripped down onto their joined hands.

Spencer delicately thumbed away the second tear running down Aaron’s cheek and then carefully brought Aaron’s head towards his chest and peppered multiple soft kisses to the crown of his dark hair.

“We’re okay. We get through these things. We’re okay.” Spencer repeated. “When Jack goes to school, we could maybe take up the challenge of the stairs?”

Aaron slowly lifted his head out of Spencer’s grasp. “Why?“

“I just think we need to be closer to each other than this sofa allows us to be. Please? We’ll have to try it at some point.” Spencer begged.

His boyfriend sighed but relented and as soon as their son had left for school, they began the highly difficult task of getting Spencer up the stairs. It was painful and there were a lot of swears from both parties but eventually, they were both able to collapse onto their bedsheets, exhausted. (Spencer quite literally collapsing, mainly from the pain).

Then, with minimal clothes on in order to get as close as possible to each other, they lay under the bedsheets with every part of their body touching and whispered reassurances to each other. They were both safe. They were both alive. They would be able to get through this.

#spencer reid #aaron hotchner #hotchreid #hurt/comfort #fluff

[spencerreidlove]

“Don’t worry, I’m staying right here.”

After being in the clutches of an unsub for the past two days, the last thing you wanted to do was get up from the pavement and face reality. Thankfully, Spencer Reid was right beside you. 

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: Minor Violence

Word Count: 1.2K

“Don’t worry, I’m staying right here.”

The words barely made their way through the fog which had currently enveloped your mind. All you could focus on right now was the small scuff mark which had stained the front of your brand new converse.

You had only put them on for the first time two days ago. The team had joked that Spencer was influencing your fashion choices.

Although that was the least of your worries right now.

“We’re going to need to take you to a hospital-”

“No!” That had gotten your attention. No hospital. Not yet.

“Okay.” Spencer replied softly. He put his hands out as if he was about to touch you but then thought better of it and placed them back onto his lap.

That made you realise how vulnerable you must have looked at that point. Spencer had never been afraid to touch you, not in a long time anyway. So for him to be treating you like such a wounded animal scared you.

Then again, you were sitting on the curbside of a road, with an active crime scene still behind you and blood continued to run down the side of your face, dripping onto your bare arm.

“Have I ever told you about the first time I came to New York?”

You realised what Spencer was doing immediately. Distraction. Trying to pull you from your own thoughts and back into the present. Whilst you still weren’t quite ready to face the reality of what you had just experienced, you appreciated his effort nonetheless.

You remained silent but you quickly glanced up to meet his eyes. That was the only indication he took to continue.

“It was on a case. The team teased me about the fact that I had never made the effort to visit even though we live so close but I never saw a reason to go.” Spencer said softly. “When we were done with the case, Derek and JJ took me on a sightseeing bus and you know those stupid foam Statue of Liberty crowns? Made me wear one of those the entire time.”

You lip twitched into a small smile. You could imagine a younger Spencer being cajoled into that by his older team members.

“It was a good memory but you know, that wasn’t my favourite trip I took to New York. My favourite was when we were there for the Krasinksi case, remember? We stayed for an extra two days after the team left and just…acted like two tourists in love without any pressures of our job weighing us down.”

“We saw The Lion King.” You murmured.

“We did.” Spencer laughed. “Still think we got scammed by that ticket vendor, I just haven’t been able to prove it yet-”

Suddenly, you burst into tears.

You weren’t quite sure what it was which broke the dam. But it was well and truly shattered. Uncontrollable sobs came out as you collapsed sideways, thankfully into Spencer’s arms.

Memories of New York had gone and in its place, the thoughts of the past two days flashed forward.

An unsub who had been targeting young women in professional jobs had been capturing them and forcing them into a house-wife act for days, before murdering them, simply because he didn’t agree with women being in high-power jobs.

Whilst you had been going door to door along the street that the last victim had been found, your partner Emily had had to run back to the car to get a better phone signal to call Garcia. This left the unsub (who it turns out had been monitoring the team since you had all arrived), the perfect opportunity to knock you out and shove you in the boot of his car.

You had never thought you would be thankful for getting such a blow to the head that it caused you to be unconscious for hours but you were, because it meant that the unsub had generally left you alone (apart from tying you to a chair with rough rope) and watched you, waiting for you to wake up.

It was only the two hours prior to the team bursting through the basement door that unsub started to have his fun. He slapped you and littered bruises across your body whilst making you tell him that a woman like you shouldn’t be doing a job like this.

Meanwhile, the BAU team had worked in record time, especially Spencer who even though he had been so hysterical with worry that Hotch tried to get him off the case had managed to put all his emotions towards finding you.

As soon as Morgan had released your wrists from the rope, you had bolted. Of course you didn’t get very far, only to the bottom of the driveway of the dilapidated house you had been prisoner in, but you (and Spencer) had now been sat there for a good 45 minutes whilst your team worked silently around you.

“It’s okay. You’re safe. I’m here.” Spencer murmured into your hair. His arms had gently come around you and after you hadn’t flinched or tensed up, he tightened his grip, making you feel secure and grounded.

“I-I w-as so a-afraid.” You gasped out, muffled by his shoulder.

“I know, baby. I know. But I’m here and I’m going to stay right with you throughout.” He pressed multiple kisses to your head.

“Y/N? We’re going to head back to the police station to wrap some things up. I would like you to go to the hospital to get that head wound looked at as soon as you’re ready.” Out of your peripheral vision, you saw Hotch crouch down in front of you, a look of worry and sympathy written across face.

You assumed that’s how all your team members were currently looking at you. It was the same way you looked at all the victims. That’s what you were now. A victim.

“I’ve been given permission to be the person to do your questioning. Or Emily can do it if you would prefer. I won’t let anyone rush you into that, though.” Hotch continued.

“C-can Spence be with me?” You asked quietly, still not looking up at your Unit Chief.

“If you would like that, I’m sure I would be able to break protocol. I want to make this as easy as possible for you.”

“We’re here throughout.” Spencer agreed.

You gave a small nod but didn’t say anything else. Once Hotch had left the two of you alone again, Spencer looked down at you and was apparently reminded of your head injury by the blood which had now pooled onto his own hand.

“I really would like to get you to a hospital, baby. Please.”

You didn’t want to. Once you got up from this pavement, you knew that would be the start of the recovery, mentally and physically. And you weren’t quite sure if you were ready to face that yet.

“We can go home as soon as you’ve been checked over. Get into bed, watch movies or sleep or whatever you want to do.”

It took another five minutes of coaxing before you agreed. Before Spencer gently pulled you from the ground and led you into an ambulance.

It was hard. But Spencer was right. He stayed right by your side throughout and eventually, like all of the BAU team members, you were able to put it behind you. And if anything, made you stronger.

A/N: My first fic on this tumblr! Hope you enjoyed, thank you :) x

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As a gal who used to write a LOT of fic for other fandoms, I have finally come across this glorious fandom and all the gorgeous characters and backstories which come with it. 

I am here to write all of your prompts relating to Criminal Minds. I will write any pairing, including reader and slash, and there is generally no trope I would say no to. 

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