#I know it's not Spencer and Henry but I hope it gives you a little more of a visual. Maybe I'll try and draw it one day

[babymetaldoll]

"Embarrassed" (Spencer Reid x fem!bau reader)

Category: hardcore fluff, friends to lovers. Warnings: Cursing, Spencer being a little asshole, the BAU being nosy as usual. Summary: Spencer embarrassed himself in front of reader, and the annual FBI beach trip could be the perfect place to make things even more awkward between them.  Requested: Nop A/N: I wrote this for @imagining-in-the-margins Summer Challenge, hope you guys enjoy it. Prompts used: - He has a degree in engineering. How can he be defeated by a sandcastle? - I don't really like the beach... Sandy food, pink skin, limited and unengaging topography, but mostly drug-resistant bacteria spread by seagull feces. - It's like Hotch at the beach- - Next summer we are doing the Alaskan cruise. Masterlist

- “Explain to me again why I have to spend time with you during the weekend when we just spent eleven days working on a case in Oakland?”- Rossi asked as the entire BAU Team walked into a beautiful cabin by the sea, prepared especially for them.

- “Because we have to do the team training, along with all the paperwork it includes. But at least we have a nice view.”- Hotch explained, opening a window, staring at the deep blue ocean in front of them.

- “For once, I’m glad we have to do this stupid program.”- Morgan commented and took off his shirt. - “Sand, sun, and babes, that’s all I need to enjoy my weekend.”

- “We have to get ready for Strauss lecture.”- (Y/N) pointed out and tossed his shirt back- “Please, put this back on. I don’t wanna see your tits around the house.”

Spencer chuckled at those words and Morgan turned to him immediately.

- “What are you laughing about, pretty Ricky? Are there other tits you wanna see around the house?”- Morgan teased his friends, who turned blood red in a minute, coughed, and walked away, to hide in a room, slamming the door behind his back. (Y/N) raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms on her chest.

- “You love making him feel uncomfortable, don’t you?”

- “Come on! We all know he has the hots for you, little Mama. When are you going to do something about it?”

- “He is my friend, with a capital F.”

- “You could be doing the capital F if you stopped being so stubborn.”- Morgan replied and turned around. He knew he had crossed the line and didn’t want to give (Y/N) the chance to smack him for being nosy.

Yes, everybody knew Spencer was in love with (Y/N). It wasn’t really a secret after he blurted it out by accident on a supermarket mic during a case investigation in front of the whole team. The entire incident was way too embarrassing to even recall, and the BAU had pretended it never happened. Everybody except Morgan, of course. He loved teasing Spencer every chance he got. The whole episode had been messy, and though it had been a few weeks already, (Y/N) still didn’t have a chance to talk with Spencer about it, and he kept acting like it never happened. That weekend’s Team Training Program at the beach was the perfect chance to fix things between them.

If only Spencer dared talk to her first.

Around half an hour later, a very unhappy team walked out of their cabin, ready to deal with whichever activities Strauss and headquarters had planned for them. The FBI had rented an entire villa for the weekend, to host their annual team training program. Rossi hated the idea, Spencer hated the beach. Hotch hated the fact he was wasting time he could be spending with Jake. JJ hated missing Henry’s soccer game, Garcia hated having to work out so much, and Prentiss hated the fact she couldn’t just lay on a chair at the beach with a drink and just tan a little.

(Y/N) and Morgan were the only ones excited to be there. Morgan still thought he could get a girl, and (Y/N) just wanted to spend a little time with Spencer, and maybe ask him out on a date. After all, a weekend at the beach was the perfect scenario to finally talk about what happened and maybe do something about it.

- “Beach activities are a great way to bring a team together.”- Strauss announced as she walked in front of at least 50 FBI agents. All of them, BAU included, wore dark blue short sleeve shirts with the FBI logo, and grey shorts. Everybody except Rossi, of course. He stood among them smoking a cigar and wearing his everyday outfit.

- “All the team-building games you are about to go through, were designed to promote communication, cooperation, and creativity. They will help our agents build trust, learn to delegate tasks, and enhance problem-solving skills.”

- “Sounds like a boy scout’s speech”- Rossi whispered to Prentiss and she did her best not to chuckle. But of course, Strauss noticed and immediately raised an eyebrow in disapproval.

- “You’ve all been designated with a number, that’s your team. Please form your teams so we can start the first activity.”

(Y/N) sighed, already annoyed. She understood the idea of having to go through a team seminar to improve one’s relationship with their team, but having to know other agents and talk with strangers… wasn’t really into her plans.

- “Hey….”- Spencer whispered as he stood next to her in the middle of the beach, right next to a bunch of agents neither of them had met before.- “I… I think we are on the… same team.”- Reid managed to say, and continued staring at his feet in the sand.

- “That’s great!!”- (Y/N) replied, maybe a little bit too enthusiastically. - “We haven’t… it’s been… well, we haven’t had the chance to talk much lately.”- she knew why they hadn’t talked. It was weird. Still, neither of them had addressed the pink elephant in the room, he just nodded and didn’t say another word for a few minutes.

- “Did you put on sunscreen?”- she asked and Spencer turned to look at her with wide-opened eyes.

- “Ye... yes, yes, I did. I always do”- he stuttered and started rambling right away- “Did you know daily use of SPF 15 sunscreen can reduce your risk of developing squamous cell carcinoma by about 40 percent? and lower your melanoma risk by 50 percent.”

- “Yes, I try to put on sunscreen daily as well, but I usually forget.”- (Y/N) added ‘cos she needed to make that conversation last at least longer than a minute. It was ridiculous, Spencer not even being able to look her in the eyes only because he had accidentally said he loved her in front of a whole crime scene, Nebraska’s police force, and the whole BAU team. Even Garcia.

- “Anyway”- (Y/N) said when she noticed Spencer wasn’t saying anything - “Are you enjoying the trip?”

He stared at her and licked his lips - nearly giving her a heart attack - as he tried his best to find actual words to reply to that question.

- "I don't really like the beach…”- he finally mumbled- “Sandy food, pink skin, limited and unengaging topography, but mostly drug-resistant bacteria spread by seagull feces.”

- “Oh…”- (Y/N) sounded disappointed, and neither of them said another word. Their new team gathered around them, and the instructions for the first activity were delivered.

The first team training activity was a beach scavenger hunt. Hotch’s team won ‘cos he was the team leader and… well, he is the best leader in the FBI. Spencer and (Y/N) tried their best, but their group was having serious trouble focusing. Apparently, no one wanted to spend the day at the beach working.

The second team training activity was a beach obstacle course. Morgan’s team won, basically ‘cos most of the agents in his team were pure muscle. Spencer was incredibly embarrassed to even do the circuit, ‘cos he felt self-aware of every one of his moments and that everybody was looking at him. And he ended up tripping on his own feet. Just when he thought he couldn’t embarrass himself more, there he was, face into the sand, hearing the entire FBI laughing at him.

Rossi looked at Morgan and shook his head. The kid needed help. But how?

- “Are you ok?” (Y/N) whispered when Spencer reached her side and he just nodded. - “Your ankle, does it hurt?”- she was honestly worried, but he felt so humiliated he wanted to disappear. So he did, he didn’t even answer her question and walked away. Rossi looked at the scene from a distance and headed to (Y/N)’s side in a few minutes.

- “How is the beach treating you, bella?”

- “I’m hating every minute here so far”- she replied and followed Spencer with her eyes until he got lost between all the people. Rossi noticed, he knew what was torturing her and though they hadn’t ever talked about it, it was clear he had to help those kids.

- “Come on, ragazza. You know he is crazy for you. We all do. You just have to tell him how you feel.”

- “I’m trying, Coronel Cannelloni! but he doesn’t even talk to me. The few things he has mumbled today are the only things he has said to me since “the incident,” and I don’t know what to do!”

- “He is embarrassed.”- Rossi pointed out the obvious and completely ignored the nickname (Y/N) had called him. She usually called him different nicknames just for the fun of it.

- “Well I understand that, but if I already know he loves me…”

- “Embarrass yourself now.”- Rossi suggested and the young woman just stared at him in silence. - “I mean it. Meet him in the middle. You already know he loves you, what’s the worst that could happen?”

- “You know, something bad happens every time someone asks that, right?”- Rossi chuckled at those words and shook his head.

- “It can’t get worse than him stuttering every time he sees you.”

- “I’m sure it can.”

Morgan found Spencer standing against a wall, on the other side of the main building of the complex. His eyes were closed as well as his fists, that he kept hitting against the bricks, over and over again.

- “Hey kid.”

- “Please, not now.”- Derek didn’t say another word for a few minutes. He just stood next to his friends and waited for his tantrum to pass.

- “You know Reid, that woman there loves you. Why don’t…”- and at those words, Spencer just snapped and started yelling.

- “She doesn’t! I don’t know if you remember but I had a little incident the other day with a fucking mic in the middle of a supermarket and everybody heard me telling Garcia how in love I am with (Y/N) and she has acted like nothing happened ever since!”

- “Kid”- Morgan frowned and stood in front of Spencer, holding his arms, trying to calm him down and talk some sense into him. - “You’ve been giving her the cold shoulder every time she tries to talk to you. Don’t blame this on her!”

- “Cold shoulder?! Me? To her? When?”- Spencer chuckled sarcastically

- “Dude, a minute ago she was talking to you and you left her alone in the sand.”

Morgan was right, and Spencer knew it, but he wasn’t going to give him the pleasure of saying it. However, Morgan didn’t sugarcoat things either.

- “And let me tell you one more thing, I saw how the guys from National Security in your team were eying her, and you just left her alone with those assholes after being a jerk. It doesn’t look good. How are you gonna fix it, pretty Ricky?”

Spencer opened his mouth, followed by a long awkward silence.

- “Thought so.”- Morgan sighed, and tapped on his friend’s shoulder - “Come on, let’s go back, and try to talk to her like you did before the incident.”

- “Awkwardly and clueless?”- Spencer whispered, and Derek just chuckled.

- “Just be yourself.”

- “That’s lousy advice, I don’t know how to be anyone else.”- Reid frowned and looked at his friend, who was nearly losing his patience.

- “Just don’t be your asshole self.”

The third and last activity of the day was a sandcastle-building contest. And doing his best to overcome his embarrassment and nervousness, Spencer grabbed a plastic shovel and asked (Y/N) if she wanted to help him with a part of their team construction. His hands were nearly shaking as she kneeled next to him on the sand and started working on their team’s design.

- “How did it go with the kid?”- Rossi asked Morgan, as neither of them even tried to pretend to be into the activity.

- “He is in denial. He swears she doesn’t even like him. What did she say?”

- “The kid is ignoring her and she doesn’t know what to do. So I told her to embarrass herself as much as he embarrassed himself.”- Morgan turned to Rossi and raised an eyebrow behind his sunglasses - “What?”

- “Rossi, that's shitty advice. Next time try something like: “Kiss the goddamn fool!” or something like that! I mean, the kid is hopeless and if (Y/N) doesn’t do anything, they are never going to get together.”

- “Give them some credit, Morgan.”- Rossi regretted his words as soon as they left his lips. Spencer was so nervous as he tried to talk with (Y/N) he gesticulated too much and hit part of his castle, causing half of it to crumble down.

- “He has a degree in engineering. How can he be defeated by a sandcastle?”- Rossi whispered and Derek shook his head. The whole scene was embarrassing to watch.

- “And your great advice was “embarrass yourself.” Jesus! I’m gonna have to ask Garcia to hack the system and move them into the same room. This is painful to watch!”

- “Like Hotch at the beach”- Ross pointed out - “He is so sunburned and he keeps getting redder, no matter how much sunscreen he puts on.”

If you asked anyone at the FBI about how the first day of their annual Team Training Program went, they would say it had been a mess. Most agents were sunburned and exhausted after Strauss’ program. Only Morgan and Garcia still felt like going out for dinner and maybe hitting the club, hoping to have some fun that weekend.

Spencer was alone, sitting on the sand in front of the sea. The sun was setting and he just sat there, on his own, doing his best to clear his mind and come up with a plan. But instead, he had nothing but regret. He kept remembering his worst and most embarrassing moments of the day in front of (Y/N) over and over again. It was a bad movie he’d pay not to watch ever again.

- “There you are!” - Prentiss sat next to Spencer and sighed, staring at the scene in front of them.

- “This is beautiful.”- she whispered and Spencer merely nodded. - “Why aren’t you watching this with (Y/N)?”- instead of an answer, Reid just groaned and rested his forehead on his knees, closing his eyes.

- “I’m guessing you didn’t have a chance to talk today.”- Prentiss whispered, knowing very well what had happened. Not like Morgan and Rossi could keep a secret. - “Come on, Reid, you are a fucking genius! Grow a pair and get your shit together”

- “What am I supposed to do? Honestly, ‘cos I’ve tried, but I just… can’t fucking think when she is next to me.”

- “Then don’t think, just act!”- Prentiss nearly smacked Reid as she spoke.- “I don’t think I have to tell you again, she fucking loves you! Do something.”

- “She doesn’t…”- but before Reid could finish that sentence, he felt Emily’s hand against his head, hitting him.

- “Don’t! She loves you! Now stand up, move your skinny ass, and kiss her!”

Reid turned to his friend, still rubbing the spot she had hit, ‘cos it had been incredibly painful.

- “Are you… drunk?”

- “Come on! There is no way I’m surviving sober a weekend with all these agents.”- Prentiss answered and grabbed a tiny gin bottle from her pocket- “Need one?”

- “No, thanks.”

- “Fine… now go! She was having some dinner at our cabin.”

(Y/N) was about to start eating when Spencer got to the cabin. She sat on the terrace with a grilled sandwich and a glass of wine, holding a book. Reid looked at her from the other side of the house and took a deep breath before he continued walking.

- “You’ve got this.”- he whispered to himself - “You can do this.”

- “Hey Spencer!”- (Y/N) watched him approach and smiled so wide he even stopped breathing as he stared at her.

- “You are not doing this.” - he admitted as he sat down on the chair across from (Y/N) and cut her a little smile.

- “Did you eat?”- she asked and offered half her sandwich, but Spencer shook his head and smiled.

- “Thanks, I’m not hungry.”

- “Sure? It’s your favorite. Lots of cheese and zero veggies.”- (Y/N) teased and smiled at Spencer. He blushed and looked at his hands on the table, trying to find the words to finally say what he had to.

But he never found them, instead, they fell into a comfortable silence. (Y/N) finished her sandwich and Spencer read half of her book. The one he had gotten for her a few months earlier. Neither of them said a word, just looked at each other from time to time and smiled awkwardly.

- “So… I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”- (Y/N) finally said as she folded her paper napkin a million times, in a sad and pathetic attempt at making origami.

- “Wh… wha... what about?”- Spencer stuttered immediately. Not a good sign. (Y/N) looked at him and felt bad about how nervous he was. But he had to tell him, he deserved to know.

- “I have to tell you something, but I can’t tell you here. Can you come with me, please?”- the young agent stood up and offered Spencer her hand. He hesitated, not knowing what was happening. But she just smiled and he reached out and held her hand.

(Y/N) drove in silence for a few minutes. They didn’t go too far, Spencer asked a few times where they were going and what was so important that she couldn’t just tell him in the car, but she refused to say a word. Instead, she just smiled and shook her head.

- “Just wait a second.”

Spencer didn’t get it when she parked outside a small supermarket, he just followed her in silence and watched her walk straight to an aisle and then to customer service. Reid didn’t register anything, he just followed her with honest curiosity. Until he saw her grabbing the mic and locking eyes with him.

- “Spencer Walter Reid. I am so fucking in love with you.”- the few people that were shopping at the hour turned to look at her and the young agent simply giggled.

- “Wh… what?”- Spencer stuttered, feeling his red burning red.

- “I love you. I’ve been in love with you for so long.”- (Y/N) kept talking to the mic, until one of the girls in the staff walked up to her and nearly yelled she couldn’t do that. But she (Y/N) didn’t care if she got kicked out of the store. She just cared about Spencer, who kept staring at her in disbelief.

- “Come on dude! Kiss the girl”- some random guy said and slapped his arm, forcing him to react. But before he could do anything, (Y/N) grabbed his face and planted a kiss on his lips. Spencer wide opened his eyes as it happened, and watched her winking as she slipped her tongue between his lips, deepening the kiss.

- “You… do?”- Reid whispered as he gasped for hair when the kiss was over.

- “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you but you kept running away from me.”

- “I was so embarrassed after that happened I…”- but Spencer couldn’t continue speaking, (Y/N) started kissing him again, and some of the customers watching the scene even clapped.

- “What the hell is going on here?”- a sunburned Erin Strauss asked in shock, shoving a small cart with twenty bottles of aloe vera gel, but David Rossi just chuckled and stood next to her, staring at the scene.

- “Let the kids have tonight. You can make their life under the sun miserable tomorrow.”

- “By the way, next Summer, we're doing the Alaskan cruise.”- she added and started walking away- “Agents, tomorrow we’ll have a serious conversation.”- both Spencer and (Y/N) nearly jumped as they heard her voice when she passed by their side, but Rossi just winked at them.

- “Ok, now I’m embarrassed”- (Y/N) whispered and felt Spencer holding her hand. But she didn't really care if Strauss had seen them. It was all worth it when she stared at Spencer’s sweet smile as they walked out of that supermarket. 

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[radiant-reid]

Enduring

Summary: Spencer's wife gives birth almost as soon as he's back after getting shot in Texas, and he's very grateful.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader ( fluff mostly)

Content Warning: pregnancy, labor but it's not descriptive,

Word Count: 2.7k

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As soon as Spencer was shot in Texas, Hotch made a rule: no one can tell Y/n. Initially, JJ disagreed vocally. She knew Y/n would call when she woke up in DC, and as much as the thought terrified her, those calls could all go unanswered if he didn't make it.

They both had the mutual, painful experience of having someone they loved in a life-threatening situation and could agree that knowing and not being able to do something was worse than not knowing.

JJ couldn't imagine not being able to be apart of the effort to find Will when he had been shot in the bank, use her profiling skills and then physical combat skill to make sure her family was safe. Hotch also had the experience of a wife on bed rest who struggled to stay resting even when he was safe.

One thing they could all agree on was that Y/n would come to Briscoe county if she knew Spencer was in surgery. Even if Matt Cruz and Penelope had to carry her off the jet because she can't fly, she would drive the twenty-four straight hours to see him.

So Alex and JJ end up in the ER, knees bouncing up and down with nervousness. "I should have been me," Alex confesses, staring down at her hands.

"It could have been any of us." JJ agrees, misreading Alex's blame on herself.

"He pushed me out of the way." She says guiltily. It was eating at her since she pressed so tightly on his wound that she thought it would cause a bruise, hoping to keep enough blood to keep him conscious. "JJ, what if he doesn't make it?"

JJ rests her hand on Alex's thigh. "He'll be okay." She assures her, saying it for herself just as much as she's saying it for Alex. "They're about to have a baby. He'll be fighting for that."

Alex doesn't voice her worries about having to call Y/n and tell her that her husband is dead. Knowing that phone call is coming is probably in the back of Y/n's mind like it is hers, both having husbands with dangerous jobs. Even if it's anticipated, her life will never be the same, and Alex's guilt will never go away.

"You know he told me he doesn't think he's going to be a good enough dad?" Alex recalls their conversation a month prior.

JJ scoffs, shaking her head. "He couldn't be more wrong about that."

"Yeah, that's what I told him." She says. "Have you seen the ultrasound picture in his wallet?"

"Oh, I'm pretty sure he shows everyone that." JJ jokes, both of them chuckling. "And he kisses it every night."

Talking about him being okay eases the tension hospital waiting rooms bring. "He's not just going to be a good dad, he's going to be a great one." She settles.

The waiting seems to blur together as it so often does in situations with very little idleness, and it doesn't feel like a lot of time has passed before his name is called, and Alex is standing to hear his fate.

It's good news, exactly the news she and everyone else was hoping for. She's never felt more relief in her life than when she calls JJ, and says it aloud.

Alex and Penelope occupy his hospital room while he's still out from the anesthetic. With herself from Quantico, Penelope brought the most recent ultrasound from his desk and some little figurines, setting them up in front of him.

"Do you think it's a girl or a boy?" Alex asks, sitting in a chair across from Penelope. "The baby?" Now that neither of them feels like their worry is sucking the air out of them, it's more comfortable to talk about him.

Spencer and Y/n had chosen not to find out, figuring it was one of the few good surprises in life, and they didn't need anything different depending on the sex of the baby.

"Girl," Penelope answers before justifying. "But maybe that's just what I want. We've got Henry and Jack, so we need a little girl."

"That's what Spencer thinks, too," Alex remembers. It had taken a little while to get him to confess to it after all of his insisting that he just wanted a healthy baby

Penelope doesn't get the chance to ask Alex what she thinks before someone else is speaking. "What do I think?"

Their eyes quickly snap to Spencer, and another wave of relief rushes over both of them, overjoyed that he hadn't suffered from any brain damage.

"Hey, you," Alex says softly. "How are you feeling?"

"Alive." He replies, mostly feeling so energized because of the intense throbbing in his neck.

"That, we are very grateful for," Penelope says, squeezing his hand.

He's still groggy, adjusting to the light in the room. "Y/n's not here, is she?" He asks, but it's not disappointment in his tone, it's worry.

"No," Alex assures him. "She doesn't know."

"Good." Spencer agrees with Hotch's reasoning unknowingly. "She has to be on bed rest, and she has to keep her cortisol low."

Worrying about her being okay is making his heart rate jump up, and the girls know they have to keep it down. "She's okay, I promise," Penelope assures him. "You need to rest and get better, so you're okay to fly home."

He nods, settling down a little more. "Alex, you should go back to help the team." He dismisses her when he hears her phone buzzing. "Thank you for being here."

She nods, squeezing his knee after she stands up. "Get some rest."

When she leaves, he turns back to Penelope. "Can I tell you something?"

She nods emphatically. "Always."

"We're having a boy." He informs her.

Her eyes light up as she smiles at him. "Spencer, that's amazing. Did you find out?"

He shakes his head. "No, I just know." Usually, his near-death dreams are memories of his childhood, but in this one, he was standing over a bassinet in their bedroom, looking at the most perfect little baby boy he'd ever seen. He had looked too much like Y/n for Spencer to be seeing a baby version of himself.

Penelope resists the urge to hug him, knowing he's far too injured, but she's in tears about it like he is. "I cannot wait to meet perfect baby Reid."

He nods in agreement. "Me, too. Let's hope she doesn't go into labor until I'm back." He chuckles about it, but there's evident concern that he won't make it back in time. If he wasn't in hospital, he could catch a commercial flight home if needed, but when he's also in the hospital, there's not going to be much he could do.

"You'll be back in time," Penelope assures him.

He holds onto that as things get more complicated with another person trying to kill him, and eventually, most of the force being in on the murders.

By the time the worst of it is over, it's dawn in DC, and Spencer calls when he knows she'll be awake. "Good morning." He says softly.

Y/n mutes the TV, although she wasn't really watching it. There's not much to do on bed rest while heavily pregnant. "Hey, busy last night?"

Spencer sighs, looking around the hospital room that Penelope had vacated to sign his release papers. "Something happened." He confesses.

She nervously bites her bottom lip, her heart already beating faster as she starts to stress. "Tell me quick, please."

Right, he should have known that didn't sound good. "I'm okay now, but I did get shot."

"Spencer Reid, you say that far too casually." She scolds. She knows that if she's hearing his voice, it can't be that bad. "Where?"

"My neck." He answers, figuring he'll leave the piece of information out about how close the bullet was to his carotid artery until he can monitor her blood pressure and pulse. "It's a tiny bandage as well."

Y/n knows he loves his job, and he wouldn't choose to do anything else in the world, but she does wish it was a little less dangerous. "Well, I hope you're coming home soon, so I can properly tell you off."

Spencer chuckles at the comment. "I'll be back by tonight. How are you? Staying in bed?"

"Yes." She says flatly, having been texted the question by him so many times. "I'm good, but I'll be better when you get home."

He feels the same way. "Just don't go into labor before then." He requests.

"I'm weeks away." She assures him, rubbing her hands over the bump. He feels differently, knows it deep down, but he's not going to worry her with his intuition.

"Okay, I should go, so I can sign my discharge papers." He decides, noticing Penelope at the door. "I love you."

"I love you, too." She replies. "Thanks for staying alive."

The jet doesn't leave Texas too late, but it'll be dark in DC by the time they get home. He's asleep almost as soon as he lays on the couch, a deep gut feeling telling him that he'll need it

Penelope keeps the secret about baby Reid to herself while Spencer sleeps, unsure of if he wants it known or not. When they were in the hospital, he looked so sure about it that she's sure of it now.

Before they can get in their cars and leave the airport, Spencer finds a moment alone with Hotch. "I need some time."

Hotch raises his eyebrows like he's asking if Spencer is serious. "I'm glad you're asking because it means I don't have to make it an order."

"Thank you," Spencer says, taking Hotch's offer of a handshake.

"Let us know when the baby comes, and we'd like photos, too," Hotch tells him

Spencer can't help but ask Alex about her slip-up in the car while she drives him home as the memories slowly come back to him. "Who's Ethan?"

"My son." She answers before going into the sad story about his death. Spencer's been around a lot of death, children's death as well, but it's terrifying when he's about to become a parent. "I think he would have been a lot like you." She confesses.

"Thank you." He says simply. For two people with a lot of words, it's enough.

Alex grabs his bag for him when they reach the Reids' apartment, and they walk slowly up the stairs. He knows something is bothering her, and he's guessed what. "Are you leaving?" He asks.

It catches her off guard like she forgot he's a profiler. "I am." She answers honestly.

It's easy for him to understand. At least as soon as he blacked out, he couldn't remember anything else. Alex had been the one trying to stop him from dying, and that responsibility, on top of how horrifying their job was, was enough.

"I'm happy for you," Spencer tells her before putting his key in the lock and opening the door.

Y/n practically jumps on him as soon as he's in the apartment, hugging him tightly but carefully. "Oh, my god. You're back, you're here, and you're okay." She exclaims. Seeing him mostly physically okay is better than hearing his voice on the phone.

"I am," Spencer assures her when he finally gets released from the hug. "You're meant to be in bed."

She hits him on the shoulder. "Don't start." She warns before she moves to hug Alex at the awkward angle she now has to hug people at thanks to massive baby Reid. "Thank you for bringing him home." She says appreciatively.

"Of course." Alex nods. She can't help smiling at how in love the two of them are, remembering almost two years ago when Spencer was worried about not being enough to be her husband. "I'll leave you two to it." She says, stepping backward to leave.

Spencer's not really a hugging type of person, but he jumps at the chance to hug her before she goes, thanking her again and then closing the door.

"We should go to bed." He tells Y/n, even though his hands on either side of her bump make it impossible for them to move.

"You scared the shit out of me, you know?" She tells him, frowning up at him.

He kisses her on the forehead softly before kissing her lips. "I know." He answers. "I was scared, too, before I blacked out. But I will always do everything in my power to come home to you." He assures her, each word with such emphasis and meaning. He looks down at her bump. "And you, sweet boy?"

"A boy?" She asks in surprise, his eyes focusing back on her. "Did you realize you're wrong and now you're jumping ship to the right side, Reid?"

He laughs with her. "Yes, I did change my mind, Reid." He retorts. "Now, did you eat?"

"I did. I cleaned the kitchen too. How many boxes of cereal do you really need?" Spencer's face is blank as he realizes what's happening, and she's concerned. "What's up?"

He knows it'll just stress her out to know how common a sign nesting is of labor, so he doesn't say anything. "Just counting how many boxes of cereal I have."

"Eleven." She answers for him. "Eight now, actually, because I was hungry."

He laughs softly before kissing her again. "Come on, let's go to bed." He guides her through the house with his hands on her hips, glancing around the apartment he was so fond of. The bassinet at the edge of the bed always makes him smile, knowing there's going to be a baby in there and soon if his intuition is right.

He tiptoes out of the bedroom once she's showering to put his laundry on, but he's interrupted before he can turn the machine on. It's his wife with a very uneasy look on her face, her skin paler than usual, like she's sick. "I think I'm in labor." She barely manages to get out, voice soft from her shock.

Spencer doesn't freeze or underperform. Silently, he thanks the universe once again, grateful he's alive and back in DC. He did expect it, but that only contributes slightly to his calm front. "Okay, just breathe for a second. I'll go get your bag, and we'll go to the hospital." He narrates to her, keeping his voice slow to calm her.

It's the second hospital he's been at in the last twenty-four hours, and he would much rather be the one in the hospital bed if it meant she wasn't in pain.

Even though he has barely slept in the last week, there's no way he would miss a moment. He's hyper-alert as he comforts her, refuses to take his hand off hers, and makes a few phone calls.

Some terribly long hours of labor later, they have a baby. It was excepted, obviously, something months in preparation, but it's still unreal.

He's loved the little baby for so long, and he didn't realize that love would amplify exponentially. "You look exactly like this when you sleep," Spencer tells her, looking into the clear bassinet and staring at a face that mirrored hers.

"Your nose, though." She tells him, glad about that fact.

"So perfect." He coos. His phone vibrates, but nothing can knock him out of the moment. "The team's here." He reports.

"Send them in." She directs him, knowing he's asking more than telling. "I just should have brought makeup."

He leans down to kiss her forehead. "You look gorgeous."

Hugs are shared when JJ, Will, Henry, Hotch, Jack, Penelope, Alex, Morgan, and Rossi walk in, smiles on all their faces. Spencer very gently picks up the baby, showing him to everyone. "This is Ethan."

He stays asleep as he gets past around to his aunts and uncles and shown to his cousins, who all awe at him. Spencer stands next to Alex while everyone else talks.

"He's perfect," Alex tells him, even though she knows he's thought it a million times.

"I hope you don't mind," Spencer says nervously. "His name, I mean."

She shakes her head. "It's perfect. Enduring."

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[wildflowerluver]

omggg happy valentine’s day lovely!!! could i request some comfort from hotch in not having a valentine?? maybe a lowkey confession?? idk seeing all the couples around makes me want a hug 😭 hope you have a good day!!! you’re wonderful ☺️💖

(ty for the request! happy late valentine’s day <33) fem!reader, hotch is a little alone in this one, mentions of insecurities

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aaron normally doesn’t mind bau chatter. 

though his office door often remains closed, he honestly enjoys the rare moments that loud laughter echoes from outside. for the team’s line of work, finding times like these frankly kept everyone sane. 

today was the one time the sounds from the bullpen seemed to translate to nails on a chalkboard.

valentine’s day quickly turned into one of aaron’s least favorite holidays. he hated the pressure. he hated the materialism. he hated the fact that so much emphasis was put on showing love on one single day. shouldn’t you love your partner all the time? and most of all, though embarrassing to admit, he hated the loneliness of it all. 

everyone around him seemed to already have plans. 

rossi was going to some bars with friends, derek had a date, j.j. and will were staying in with henry, penelope and emily seemed very excited about the new bottle of wine they planned to share, and even spencer was off somewhere in the city to see a play. 

you seemed to be the only one who wasn’t boasting about your plans. whether you wanted to keep them a secret or simply weren’t comfortable sharing - no one had heard any details from you.  

“hey princess,” morgan calls from his desk.

you glance up from your file to see morgan hold up a conversation heart. penelope had left boxes of them on everyone’s desk in the morning. it was clear the tech analyst loved any excuse to show her adoration for her friends. “be mine?” he read from the cheesy printed message. 

“don’t you have a date tonight?” you reject his clearly teasing proposal though you do accept the candy. you pop it in your mouth and smile gently at the sweet jolt of sugar. 

“maybe,” he starts. his grin tells you all you need to know about his plans. “what about you? any mystery partner taking you out? give you a night full of romance and flowers?”

morgan’s left his chair by now, taking a seat on the edge of your desk and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. 

“nope. just going to spend the night in,” you shrug.

“whatever you say, princess.”

“if you want, the offer is still there to join us,” emily offers. you smile gratefully and shake your head. “i’m alright, em. thank you though.”

morgan finds his next target, this time in the form of your boss who had just exited his office.

“what about you, hotch?” he questions. “got anyone to be yours?”

hotch shakes his head. “not this time. not a fan of valentine’s day either.”

his explanation is short lived. he hadn’t even stopped to answer the question, choosing to rather keep walking and exit the bullpen to complete his work. 

you seemed to be the only one impacted by his answer. everyone else was having small conversations among themselves while morgan simply shrugged and went back to what he was doing. it hurt knowing that no one was surprised at his lack of plans.

you wait until the bullpen is cleared of both your team and other agents before you head up to hotch’s office. unsurprisingly, he’s working late. you knock on the doorway twice before entering.

“still working?” you tease lightly. “thought you would’ve used the holiday as an excuse to leave early.”

realistically, you both know he wouldn’t. 

“jack’s with jessica and her boyfriend for tonight and i wanted to finish this up. i’m almost done.”

you look down at the carpeted floor. your hands interlocked behind your back and you rub your palm to hide your nervousness. “so you’re free then? maybe for dinner?”

aaron’s head snaps up embarrassingly quick. he ignores the way his heart seems to flip from your five simple words. he hasn’t felt this feeling in a long time. 

when he doesn’t answer right away, you fear you’ve crossed a line. he’s your boss for gods sake. 

“i just meant that i would really hate to see you alone tonight and especially with staying here. i know you stay late a lot and i think it would help to at least go home early and-” you backtrack into justifying your question. maybe you could still save yourself by simplifying it down to looking out for a friend. 

“y/n, y/n,” aaron pushes back his chair to stand up. the second he utters your name, you close your mouth. he circles his desk to lean against the front. “you want to go to dinner with me?”

his voice carries genuine surprise. he never would have thought that someone like you would be interested in someone like him.

you finally raise your head, eyes meeting his with your face flushed. you can’t hide your shy smile.

“i really want to spend valentine’s day with someone i like.” 

if aaron’s heart hadn’t fully flipped, it did without a did now. he smiles, a semi-rare occurrence that lives in your mind for days after it happens. 

“good,” aaron beamed. “i do too.”

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[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

I love your x teen reader fics <3 I have a request if you feel like writing it :)

Spencer x son!teen!reader where people expected Spencers son to be as smart and articulated as he is, but in reality his son is clumsy, adhd ridden with short attention span. But all he wants to do is prove to his dad he can be as smart and useful as he is. One day reader goes too far and accidentally gets involved in a case (kidnapped/hurt/whatever you want I don’t mind).

Spencer Reid X Son Teen Reader

Request: where people expected Spencers son to be as smart and articulated as he is, but in reality his son is clumsy, adhd ridden with short attention span. But all he wants to do is prove to his dad he can be as smart and useful as he is. One day reader goes too far and accidentally gets involved in a case.

Set in season 12

Third person pov...

It had been 2 months and 10 days since Y/N Reids dad had been in jail for, the teen had been staying with his Godmother JJ and her husband Will, as they didn't want him to be alone.

Currently the 14 year old is in a spare room writing things down in a notebook. He knows his Dad would never kill anyone-unless they were an Unsub.

"It has to been Scratch that bastard targeted Hotch now Dad for some reason" he mutters biting the pencil, without him knowing Micheal sneaks up behind.

"Rahhhh" yells the toddler making the hyperfocued teen jump from his chair, of course with how clumsy he is he ends up knocking it and himself over.

E/C eyes widened as he landed hard. "Ouch" he mutters rubbing the back of his head hearing cheerful laugh above. He looks uo to see Micheal.

The little toddler had suck up behind him. "Micheal I told you the knock before coming in" he says making the laughing toddler stop and giggle.

Y/N smirks and leaps up grabbing the little boy and tickling him, the toddler squeals with laugher and wriggles around trying to escape Y/N let's him.

The young boy runs out of the room giggling Y/Ns laugher stops as he looks back at his notes then closes the door and reaches under his bed.

It was a copy of the file the team have on Mr Scratch, Y/N knew is was him but didn't know how to find him.

The teen wasn't like his Genius dad at all while his dad was smart and articulated Y/N was the exact opposite. Y/N was clumsy, adhd ridden with short attention span.

But over the last couple of months Y/N had been giving it his all into finding Mr Scratch because his dad's teams couldn't do it by themselves.

Little did Y/N know that as he was trying to solve the case, he was being watched. The one behind Spencer's misfortune was an old enemy of the BAU, Peter Lewis, alias ‘Mr. Scratch’.

Seeing an opportunity, later that week he went after William in the hopes that he would be able to get the information he needed to take down the BAU.

The Boy was walking back to his Godmothers house, infront of him were Henry and Micheal as he walked he kept his focus on his shoes.

He stepped one foot on one square as he did this he didn't hear someone appear behind him suddenly was knocked unconscious no time to react.

Hours later JJ and Will couldn't contact Y/N, Michael and Henry hadn't seen or heard from him as they were walking home.

The team gathered trying to figure out who took Y/N, as JJ was looking in his room she found the copy of the file of Scratch.

She bought it to Quantico to show everyone. "He was looking into Spencers case and Mr Scratch" she says slamming the file and Y/Ns notes onto the table in the briefing room.

The teen had been abducted by Mr. Scratch and taken to an undisclosed location. The BAU team worked tirelessly to locate him.

They frantically searched for any leads and evidence that could help them find Y/N and bring him home safely.

With Y/N...

The 14 year old slowly came to he was in a room, he could feel his hands and legs strapped down on a chair.

He could feel everything which meant he was unharmed but was in some kind if state his head felt all fuzzy and eyes blurred.

"What happend" he mutters twisting his wrists and legs seeing how tight the restraints are but of course he was taken by a professional.

The teen waits he can't do anything now except wait for the team to find him and catch Mr Scratch, he looks around the room he's in.

It wasn't to big but large enough, Scratch could drug him make him hallucinate but instead he hadn't which confused the teen.

"Awake I see" comes a voice making Y/N flinch, he looked around as best he can and spotted him. "You what do you want?" He demands making the psycho laugh.

"What I want, I want your father and his team to suffer" Says Scratch getting closer to the teen, Y/N wriggles again not able to sit still as the Man get closer.

Y/N glares "you're not getting anything out of me you bastard!" He yells the psycho smirks before the sent of sage sent Y/N off in a daze.

The teen tried to resist but instantly vegan hallucinating jsut as Scratchs previous victims had done.

Scratch left the boy on his own but watched from afar as he hallucinate, in Y/Ns hallucination he was back in the court room when he dad was denied bail, But something felt different.

He sat in the stands behind his dad next to JJ holding her hand as he watched his dad at front.

"Bail denied" the judge speaks smacking the hammer down, everyone on Reid side stood up ready to argue but with one look from hotch they quietened down.

Y/N was among them, he watched at his dad locked eyes with him, he tried not to cry he really did but as he was held by his Godmother he cried and cried and cried until he was outside the court room.

He was surrounded by the team getting hugged left and right being patted on the shoulder and reassured that his father would be okay, minutes later his dad walks out.

Before the door closes Y/N in running into his dad's arms ducking under the cuffs on his wrists.

"Dad!" Sobs the teen hugging his dad tightly, but his dad didn't hug back like he did before.

Instead he stood motionlessly. "I'm not going to see you again Son, forget about me"he says emotionlessly.

Y/N feels himself shaking his head as he stares at the man who wasn't his dad. "No dad I won't forget you!" He yells trying to get him to see reason.

Spencer just smiles at his son is being walked away. "No dad! Please no don't leave me" he hears himself shout.

He opens his eyes and see "JJ" he mumbles staring at his Godmothers face wondering if she was real, the woman laughs behind a sniffle.

She pets his head gently as he is untied and put onto a gurney and in ambulance. "It's okay N/N your okay Scratch is dead your Dad is free okay he will meet you there" she says to him as he is taken in the ambulance.

Finally, after days of investigating, the team has found Y/N, safe and sound, and Spencer was free from Prison he was on his way to the hospital to meet his son.

The team was overjoyed to find him, but their relief was short-lived when they learned the truth about why Y/N had been taken. He had uncovered evidence that pointed to Mr. Scratch. Knowing that he was the one behind it all, the team worked to bring him to justice.

In the end, the BAU team was able to bring Peter Lewis down and Spencer was able to see his son safe and sound.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot, I'm currently trying to catch up with all the reqest I've gotten sorry if I don't get to yours for a while.

Request are open!

Word count: 1340

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[reidsbookclub]

Mastermind

loosely inspired by: Mastermind by Taylor Swift Pairing: Spencer Reid x nanny! fem reader WC: 829

Henry could see how his godfather always looked sad and gloomy as much as Henry loved that he could spend all the time in the world learning new things from Spencer, late at night when Spencer and JJ were off fighting serial killers. Will had late nights at the precinct his nanny would put him to sleep with fairytales and it was those same fairytales that had him wishing to the second star to the right that his godfather and his nanny would meet. He knew deep down that they would be perfect together. 

Henry set his plan in motion, laid down the groundwork and hope that everything else would fall into place. it started with perfectly planning a perfect meet-up between the two. He knew he shouldn't lie but he would just to finally see his godfather happy for once. It started with asking Spencer to get Friday lunches with him, knowing Y/N would be there taking care of him. Escalating to “forgetting” stuff at Spencer’s and begging Y/N to take him to get them.  He even proclaimed Friday night's “Game Night” with Y/N and Spencer hoping that they would not only get together but also in hopes he would soon have a cousin to play with. 

Henry saw the secret glances Spencer would give Y/N and was growing impatient as to why he wouldn’t make a move. So much so that while Y/N was taking the cookies out of the oven he whispered, “Uncle Spencer if you think she is pretty you should tell her. Maybe even ask her for coffee.” Spencer and Y/N, who had overheard couldn't help but chuckle, a knowing smirk shared between the two. They both had noticed that Henry was trying to set them up but neither had the heart to tell him that they in fact had already met prior to when Henry “introduced” them. They also would never dare tell Herny that dating was off the table for both of them.

Henry knew something was up when JJ told him that Y/N had to take Friday off and instead Penelope would be watching over him. As much as he loved his aunt Penny he was making so much effort to get Y/N and Spencer together he didn’t want to risk his plan falling through. 

“Aunt Penny,” Henry asked looking up at her with the biggest pleading puppy eyes he could manage, “I forgot my favorite lego set at uncle Spencer’s can we please go get it? The boy asked. Penelope knew what Spencer would be up to that Friday afternoon but she didn’t have the heart to take her godson no so she did the 30 min drive to Spencer’s apartment. 

Henry kept on knocking on Spencer’s door restlessly come on, uncle spencer open up he thought, what Henry never would expect for Y/N to open the door dressed in the cardigan he gifted Spencer and an apron covered with flour. 

“Henry what are you–” “Y/N why are you–” They both asked at the same time looking shocked to find each other at the door, but what shocked Henry the most was his godfather’s voice saying, “My love, who is that at the door?” It was then that Henry looked down, and say Y/N wearing a wedding band, one that he knew matched a band his godfather often wore around his neck. 

“YOU ARE MARRIED?? BUT MY PLAN?” Henry screamed, barging in and causing Spencer to choke on his drink. 

“How did you get here Henry?” “Aunt Penny drove me” He stuttered. 

“I’ll text Penny to let her know that she can leave. And JJ and Will so they know Henry is here.” Y/N whispered. 

“But–but its our anniversary” Spencer pouted. “Spencer shush he is your godson” Y/N couldn’t help but muffle a giggle as she whispered. 

During their impromptu dinner for three, Henry told Spencer and Y/N every little thing he did to get his nanny and his godfather together. The dining room was filled with laughter getting to hear all the schemes Henry pulled to get them together. 

“ so uncle Spencer how did you ask her to marry you?” Henry asked

“ well Henry it all started when I strategically bumped into her at the coffee shop” to this she couldn’t help but giggle “strategically my ass, he dumped my coffee all over my new shirt…why don’t I tell this story, my love?” 

“Because, sweetheart, it was strategic, it was a checkmate I couldn't loose or have you forgotten how I repeated the same thing when I asked you to marry me, and all you did was smile, when will you realize I’m the mastermind that trapped us .” JJ and Will overhearing the conversation couldn’t help but smile because they knew all along that the real mastermind was them strategically asking their friends to show up in that coffee shop 4 years ago, yet never showing up themselves, instead letting the dominoes cascade into the wonderful relationship they knew would unfold, because after all nothing is ever accidental if you plan the strategy that sets the scene for the tale.

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[samuel-de-champagne-problems]

Project Christmas Match Up

Summary: Penelope insists on setting up Spencer and Derek's latest home improvement client for the holidays. Afterall, she's convinced they are soulmates.

Word Count: 2.5K

CW: Alcohol use & making out ( fem reader)

Note: here’s the second fic! hope you enjoy let me know what you think in my inbox. Ahh I'm so excited for this one! Thanks to Grecy for reading early and telling that it was not awful :) Also this self-insert is very self-centered with the librarian reader and the cats named after literary figures and the peach perfume so I apologize for that...

Project Christmas Match Up

“Honestly, Derek, you need to add some kind of decorations for her. Maybe a Christmas tree or offer to hang up Christmas lights. This is my favorite client of yours and I rather not lose her,” Penelope said. She held a glass of white wine in one had and gestured wildly with the other hand.

Derek sighed. He had his feet resting on the coffee table as Penelope talked eagerly. She was dressed in Christmas pajamas and went the extra mile of convincing him to match her as well. Spencer, when he walked in, smirked knowingly when he clocked their matching outfits.

“Pen, I’m not going to hound the client. She bought the house and was gracious enough to invite us over for dinner there. I love you, my love, but that doesn’t mean we have to be friends with every client that I get.”

Penelope rolled her eyes, throwing Spencer a look akin to a life raft. “He’ll agree with me,” she said, pointing at Spencer. He held his glass of brandy in his right hand and a jar of trail mix in the other. “He always agrees with me.”

“I do,” Spencer said sheepishly, dodging the popcorn that Derek threw at him playfully, “Hey! I mean, it’s Penny, Derek. Besides, who’s this client that she wants you to bring a Christmas tree to?”

“Oh, Spencer,” Penelope said with a twinkle in her eye, “She’s absolutely perfect. She’s a librarian. Bought the house specifically because there’s this little porch to the side that’s almost all windows. She said it’s perfect for reading all day on the weekends. Oh! And she has cats. They are the absolute cutest things in the world.”

“As you can see,” Derek said, “My wife has a crush on my client.” He said with a chuckle that turned into an exaggerated groan when Penelope elbowed him in his side.

“She sounds great.” Spencer said, “Uh, what library does she work at?” He asked, tossing a couple pieces of trail mix into his mouth.

“The Westfield Public Library,” Penelope said, “You know the one that you bring Henry to all the time for storytime and those STEM workshops.” She smirked as Derek rolled his eyes.

“You’re so smooth,” Derek joked, giving Penelope a side glance. “Penelope seems to think that you and Y/N would be, in her words, ‘totally perfect, totally soulmates, so in love that it makes everyone look like they hate each other.’ She’s rather confident in her abilities,” Derek finished. Penelope slipped into his side comfortably as she sipped on her wine.

“Y/N?” Spencer bit his lip nervously. “She’s the children’s librarian who runs storytime and…”

“STEM workshops?” Penelope finished, a gleam in her eye revealing she was hiding more than she knew, “Come on, Spence. She’s perfect for you. She named her freaking cats after literary characters. Her book collections, if her being totally adorable and pretty and smart and kind isn’t enough for you to love her then that’s totally going to make you crumble.”

“So she’s talked about me?” Spencer said, a blush peppering his cheeks. If Penelope or Derek called it out, he would have to blame the brandy. Because the alternative would be too much to bear. “Like just randomly, out of the blue?”

“So you do like her,” Penelope giggled, “See, Der. I told you they’d be perfect. I mean, tell him how she gushed about him the other day when the inspector came over. She made him mini freaking tarts, Spence. You have a sweet tooth! See that’s another reason why you two are just perfect for each other. Tell him, baby.” Penelope prodded as Derek held his hands up in protest.

Derek stood up much to Penelope’s annoyance and Spencer’s alarm. “I’ve decided to stay out of my wife’s matchmaking. But I will say that Spencer’s ears are turning red, which means he’s got a crush.”

Spencer’s face morphed into shock and embarrassment. His cheeks tinged further red and any attempt at hiding his feelings about Y/N proved to be futile. Spencer sipped his brandy, desperately hoping he would be able to cling to some level of calmness as his friends discussed his love life at length.

“She’s nice, I suppose. I mean she’s really good with the kids at storytime. And she knits sweaters for Virginia Woolf and Emily Dickinson.” Spencer continued, turning his head to the side as Derek and Penelope casted him looks of confusion. “She, uh, smells nice too. Like peaches and mango.”

“Those are her cats. The cats that are named after literary figures.”

Penelope slapped Derek playfully on his well-defined arm, “He knows the names of her cats. They’ve talked about knitting cat sweaters. He thinks about her being good with kids. He thinks she smells nice. Like freaking peaches. Peaches, Der! Come on, Derek. It’s all I want for Christmas. My metaphorical baby brother deserves the best person in the world. And that’s Y/N.”

“We both know that’s not the only present you want, angel face.” Derek told Penelope. “Dude,” Derek said, turning to Penelope“I get you’re scared or whatever that you’re not enough for her. Or anyone,” he continued, “But she’ll be the lucky one if you ask me.”

Spencer’s lips turned upward in a hesitant smile. “I’m going to have to disagree with that one.” He drank the rest of his brandy, “And I’m going to need another one of these before I fully agree with Penelope’s scheming.”

Penelope told him what to wear. 

Spencer reluctantly agreed, knowing his friend well enough to understand that it wasn’t worth the wrath of Penelope Garcia. He tugged at his tie, a chocolatey brown argyle pattern with maroon accents. She instructed him to wear a light pink button down shirt and brown corduroy pants with it because it brought out his eyes. 

The winter chill seemed to go right through him. So even though Penelope didn’t tell him with a sweater or cardigan to wear it with, Spencer decided to pull out his coziest one. It was dark brown and complimented his pants, shirt, and tie without being too matchy. 

Spencer couldn’t remember a time when he paid so much attention to his appearance. He hardly got hit on when did frequent bars, especially if he tagged along with Derek. For a majority of his life, Spencer found himself indifferent to his appearance. But as he stood on Y/N’s porch stoop, he couldn’t think about anything but how his hair looked or if teeth were too crooked or if his tie looked like something an old widower would wear to bingo in the church basement. 

Luckily, the door opened, letting out the warmth and light from the house, before Spencer’s mind could spiral down more. 

“There you are,” Y/N said, “I was beginning to think that I got stood up completely.” She said with a smile. Y/N wiped her hands on the cloth napkin she held as she ushered Spencer inside. 

“Hi, Y/N.” Spencer smiled. “Here’s something for you. It’s small, but I saw it at Goode’s Used Books and thought about you.” 

“You thought about me, Dr. Reid,” Y/N whispered, taking the carefully wrapped package in her hands, “I have to say that’s quite the compliment coming from you. And your wrapping skills. I just might want to keep you around forever.” 

Spencer’s heart just about stopped. He felt it leap out of his chest and land directly into Y/N’s hands. He let her hold it, praying to whatever deity of love and passion that she’d hold it like a treasure. 

“Uh, wrapping presents is just basic math. It’s geometry.” Spencer explained. He held his coat over one arm as he watched Y/N open the present. She carefully ripped away the Christmas tree wrapping paper to reveal the gift. 

“Is this…Virigina Woolf’s illustrated biography?” She asked, “You didn’t, oh. Spencer.” 

Pridefully, Spencer smiled as he took in Y/N’s ridiculously happy expression. He nearly died of happiness himself as she tore open the book, flipping through page and page of colorful illustrations and carefully written text. 

Spencer felt Y/N’s arms wrap around his torso and the flatness of the book shoved into his chest as Y/N hugged him tightly. Unsure how to even breathe with her that close, Spencer decided that the best course of action would be to hug her back. He followed her, wrapping his arms around Y/N’s body and breathing her peachy, mango perfume. Spencer smelled it in her hair, he felt her heart beating as fast, if not faster than his. And for the first time in his life he felt light. 

“That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever gotten me,” Y/N said, pulling back from the embrace, “You’re going to make me cry.” 

“I’m sorry,” Spencer said, unsure what he was apologizing for exactly, “From now on I know presents make you cry.” He teased with a smirk. He wasn’t sure where the confidence came from, but was eager to see where it led. 

“Spence,” Y/N groaned, resting her forehead against his chest, seemingly not wanting to stop touching him, “Let me get you a drink so we can move from the foyer.” 

Spencer nodded, following Y/N into the kitchen. It was painted a warm yellow with daisies on the backsplash. He had yet to see the rest of the house, but already knew that it would perfectly fit Y/N. Spencer watched as Y/N poured him a glass of red wine. 

“Derek and Penelope on their way?” Spencer asked, hoping to keep the conversation going, “Penelope was pretty eager about your famous roast chicken and raspberry tarts all week at work.” 

Y/N gave Spencer a quizzical look, “Penelope called me three days ago and canceled. She said that Hank had the flu,” 

“Well Derek texted me a half hour ago that he was bringing a game for all of us to play. He said he was bringing something to pop culture so it's fair for everyone, besides me of course.” Spencer explained. 

Y/N handed Spencer his glass of wine, “Do you realize what happened,” Y/N said, “They set us up on a sort of blind date.” 

Spencer felt heat rush to his cheeks. He was unable to cast blame on the untouched alcohol in his glass. A sudden rush of embarrassment flooded Spencer as he realized exactly what Derek and Penelope bailing meant: he would be alone with the girl that he’s been pining after for a year and a half with enough wine to make him say things he kept buried deep inside. 

“Ah,” Spencer said, unsure what to say. He’s usually clueless in social situations that he’s familiar with, but he could confidently say that he’d never found himself getting hoodwinked into a blind date yet. “Well, we can just make the best of it, I suppose.” 

“Yes, I mean,” Y/N said, clearly attempting to not sound too eager, “A date with you sounds wonderful. I mean, if I had to get set up on a blind date or any date for that matter, I’d want it to be you.” 

“Really?” Spencer said, shocked. He sipped his wine and licked his lips tasting the leftover booze. “You mean that, Y/N?” His voice sounded deeper, more confident than the one he recognized as his own. 

“Of course I do.” She said, leaning in close to Spencer and placing her hand on his chest. “If you haven't realized yet, you’re pretty great and I’m kind of crazy about you.” She whispered, the mixture of sweet liquor and peaches clouding Spencer’s mind. He brought his hands to her waist, rubbing soft circles against her clothed hip. 

“I had a bet.” Spencer whispered back, setting the wine glass on the counter. “With myself, wondering how far I’d make it into this night before I needed to touch you, to kiss you, to feel your body against mine.” 

“And how far did you guess? Dessert? Coffee? Did you think about whisking me away from Penelope and Derek? Kissing me secretly, even though they knew exactly what was happening.” 

“In the car I finally decided on after dinner. Maybe the wine would help my confidence, but to tell the truth, Y/N it was when you opened the door.” 

“For me it was when I watched you walk up to the porch. You look really handsome in that jacket and cardigan.” Y/N confessed. 

The light flashed before Spencer’s eyes, and Y/N’s kiss on the top of his cheek burned a hole that instantly left him craving more. He’d let her draw any pattern she desired, as long as her kisses are the medium and he is her canvas. 

Spencer cupped her face, fingers craving the feel of her skin. He met her for a kiss and together they created something daringly beautiful and carefully passionate. Y/N kissed him back with the fervor and intensity that bubbled between them at least a year. Spencer grabbed Y/N’s wool sweater and slipped his hands underneath it as he pushed her against the counter. He smirked as he felt her mouth morph into a moan at the feeling of his coarse fingertips against her warm skin. 

Together, the pair of them formed a delicate bubble. It was fragile that Spencer knew any sudden movement would pop it. But it had the potential to build up into something strong, something beautiful, something made to last. 

“Spence,” Y/N says, her voice heady with desire and lips well bitten and colored from his kisses. “The oven…I want to do that again. I want to do that a lot, but the tart. I can’t let it burn.” She explained. 

Spencer chuckled, quickly kissing Y/N on her forehead as she slipped from his warm embrace to take the dessert out of the oven. Awkwardly, Spencer attempted to adjust his pants, hiding just how much the kiss affected him. 

“Hope you have a good appetite,” Y/N said, placing the tart on the oven to cool next to the roast chicken. “There’s enough food here for like five people. And it’s just us.” 

“And Virigina Woolf and Emily Dickinson.” Spencer mentioned, smiling as Y/N rolled her eyes teasingly, “You were too occupied with jumping my bones to introduce me to your cats, Y/N.” He teased her. 

“Spencer!” Y/N said, sounding aghast. She threw the kitchen towel at him laughing as he failed to catch it. “Well, you should meet them now, you know while we’re not occupied by the other things” She said, the flirtatious smirk on her well kissed lips making Spencer blush at the plethora of possibilities at hand.

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Darkness Declares Glory | Chapter 9 | S.R

Previous Chapter

A/N - this fic deals with some very dark themes such as drug use, self-harm and suicidal ideation. Please proceed with caution and Minors DNI. There is a reader insert but it is very Spencer-centric.

Chapter Summary - George offers Spencer some words of advice as they grow closer. A familiar face from his past surfaces but things don’t go as Spencer anticipated.

Pairing - Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - dark angst | smut | eventual happy ending.

Warnings - Spencer’s wrongly directed anger, suicidal thoughts, past drug addiction, flirty nurse, aggression, threatening behaviour, mentions of bisexual Spencer, tears, suicidal ideation, Garcia’s flashback, vomit.

WC - 4.9k

Chapter 9 - Don't You Dare Forget the Sun

He had a long time to think about Maggie’s words as he was left alone for the rest of the day. His only interaction came in the form of an orderly bringing his lunch and then later dinner. 

He wasn’t sure if it was in protest or just not being hungry, but Spencer didn’t eat a thing. Instead he slowly pulled apart his food and made a game out of throwing it at the wall. He enjoyed the mess it made. 

Once the sun had gone down he slipped out of bed and hopped to the desk before opening his journal. He stared at the next blank page for some time, but when he did start writing, the words flowed. 

I’ll never forgive her for this. I’ll never be able to look at her the same. It’s her fault I’m here, she made the call, she got the judge to sign the preventive confinement order. 

I hate her for doing this to me. I hate all of them for doing this to me. It’s doing more harm than good, I can feel it…I can feel it slowly destroying me. 

If I can’t get my hands on those drugs I will find a way to kill myself. I’ll think of something…I’ll formulate a plan one way or another. It’s drugs or death. 

If she’s gotten her hands on this it’s because I couldn’t get the drugs and I’m already dead. And I hope she knows this is all her fucking fault. I hope she takes the guilt to her own grave.

In putting me in here, she basically signed my death warrant. So I hope for as long as she lives, she hates herself for what she’s done. I hope it’s her that has to explain to Henry and Michael and little Hank why Uncle Spencer isn’t around anymore. 

I hope it’s her that has to tell my mom what happened to me, explain all the grisly details of how they found me with my throat slashed or hanging from the rafters from a noose I made out of bed sheets. 

I hope the team falls apart. I hope every single one of them carry my death on their shoulders for the rest of their days. 

I hope if you’re reading this, you know you’re the one that really killed me, Emily Prentiss. 

***  

His night was spent mostly staring at the same ceiling, unable to give over to sleep. He was already awake the next morning when he heard the trolleys being wheeled down the corridors and the nurses skirting from room to room.

He knew it was George who entered his room without tearing his eyes away from the ceiling. He had a distinctive smelling aftershave and it wafted straight to Spencer’s nose. 

“I hear I should be thankful I wasn’t on the morning shift yesterday.” He spoke as he wheeled the trolley towards Spencer’s bed. 

“News of my breakdown travels fast.” He sighed, looking at George now. 

“You scared the crap out of poor Linda.” George picked up the medicine cup and a cup of water before handing them to Spencer. 

“It wasn’t intentional. I just…you wouldn’t get it.” He necked the pills and downed some water. 

“Try me.” George narrowed his eyes on him. 

Spencer heaved a sigh and pulled his hands up the sleeves of his sweater. 

“Unless you’ve been where I am, you wouldn’t understand.” 

George looked around the room momentarily as though he expected someone to be lurking in the shadows. When he looked back at Spencer his eyes were a little sad. 

“I have been where you are.” 

“What?” Spencer frowned.

“I mean not in that exact bed at this exact facility. But I was…I guess I am a drug addict.” He shrugged. 

“I’m confused.” Spencer’s frown deepened.

“I’ve been sober for thirteen years. I was just a kid when I started taking drugs. My boyfriend at the time was older than me and a huge junkie. I started using recreationally to seem cool around his friends. Then it got out of hand. By the time we broke up he left me with a broken heart and a pretty bad cocaine addiction.” 

Spencer’s eyes widened as he consumed George’s words. He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t think of anything to say. So George continued. 

“I voluntarily checked myself into a facility. Getting clean was the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. But I did do it. I got clean and I went to nursing school and now I dedicate my life to helping those like me.” He offered Spencer a sympathetic smile.

“It isn’t triggering? Working here and being around addicts?” 

“Quite the opposite actually. I find it cathartic.”

“I don’t know that I can do this, George. I don’t think I can get clean. I was sober for over ten years and I was so quick to give it up. I can have a good day but then in an instant it’s like I’m back at square one all over again.” Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. 

“Healing isn’t linear, Spencer.” George sighed a little. “Sometimes you have to take two steps forward and one step back on the road to recovery. Sometimes it’s two steps forward and five back. You’ll have good days, great days even. But you’ll also have the worst days of your life. But I can tell you with absolute certainty that it is worth it in the end. 

I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to say without a shadow of a doubt that I won’t ever touch drugs again. Nothing in this life is certain. But I can say for a fact that I don’t want to do drugs today. And I probably won’t tomorrow or next week or even next month. The thing with addiction is you just have to take each day as it comes, as you know. But you can’t expect to just get better overnight.” 

“You should be a therapist.” Spencer found himself smiling. 

“I can’t deal with listening to people whine about their problems.” George laughed. 

The sound was infectious enough to make Spencer laugh too, for the first time in a really long time. 

“Fair enough.” Spencer nodded, feeling lighter than he had done since he woke up in this place. 

“I should uh…” George pointed over his shoulder to the door. “You have got to stop monopolising my time, Doctor. Just because you’re cute, doesn’t mean you can have me all to yourself.”

Spencer’s cheeks instantly flushed pink and buried himself further down in his sheet to try and hide his embarrassment. He watched George leave, sending Spencer a wink before he closed and locked the door behind him. 

And goddamn if it weren’t for you constantly on his mind, he might have let himself fall for the dreamy nurse. 

***

He was brought his breakfast by an orderly but he just moved the food around his plate with the plastic fork without eating any. 

When the door opened again he assumed it would be the same orderly collecting his tray and was surprised when Doctor Delaney strolled in the room. 

“How are you feeling?” He didn’t seem amused, he was frustrated if anything. 

“Not great.” Spencer admitted. 

“You terrified nurse Linda.” Delaney folded his arms not trying to hide his annoyance. 

“So I’ve heard.” Spencer rolled his eyes. 

“You’re going to go and take a shower and then it’s time for group therapy.” 

“Pass.” Spencer folded his arms to mirror him. 

“Excuse me?” Delaney raised an eyebrow at him. 

“I said pass. I don’t want to get up. I don’t want to shower and I don’t want to go to group therapy. So I’m not.” 

“You can’t spend all day in your room.”

“I did yesterday.” Spencer shrugged. 

“Because you couldn’t be trusted around other people after your outburst.” 

“Maybe I still can’t be.” Spencer unfolded his arms, picked up the plastic fork and stabbed it hard into a piece of bacon. “Do you want to take that risk?” 

Delaney exhaled loudly through his nose.

“You’re a lot calmer than you were yesterday. I think it would prevalent to all involved that you-“

“Here’s the deal.” Spencer cut him off by shoving his tray of food on the floor, the sound clattering around the small room. “You make me leave this bed today and I will not be held accountable for my actions. I will strangle you with my bare hands just to get hold of a key to the medicine cabinet so I can get high. Does that sound calm to you?” 

Delaney narrowed his eyes before scoffing and shaking his head. 

“You’re only ruining your own life, Spencer. If you don’t want help then that’s fine by me. But if you threaten me or any of my staff again, I will turn you over to the cops.” Delaney spat at him, knowing it wasn’t at all professional and then fled the room before he said something he might regret. 

As he locked the door behind him he heard Spencer screaming at the top of his lungs. Some people were beyond help. Maybe Spencer was one of them. 

***

Spencer’s combination of medications made him inconceivably tired and he found himself sleeping through most of the day. He wasn’t sure if he was happy or not that it had been dreamless. 

A part of him wanted to see your face even if only in his dreams. But now you were starting to fade from his memory it scared him every time he saw you. 

This was the longest he’d been sober in years. He thought if anything his memories would be clearer once his mind was less foggy but it seemed to be having the opposite effect. He couldn’t lose you from his memories. He would break entirely if he lost all his recollections of you. He had to convince someone to call you. He had to see you no matter the cost. 

He snaked his arms up the sleeves of his sweater under the sheet and wrapped them around himself. He rolled his head to the side on the pillow and was startled by a pair of icy blue eyes staring back at him.

“Who’s Y/N?” George smiled at him from where was sitting in the chair at the desk. 

Spencer pulled his arms out from under the sheet and rubbed his eyes. 

“What are you doing here? Where’s your scrubs?” He croaked.

“I got off shift a little while ago, thought I’d come check on you.” George shrugged. 

“You’ve been watching me sleep? You do realise that’s incredibly creepy don’t you?” 

“Who’s Y/N?” He avoided the question. “You were mumbling the name in your sleep.” 

“Something you wouldn’t know if you weren’t watching me sleep.” Spencer scoffed. “She’s my ex-girlfriend.” 

“Ah.” George pulled a face. “I always crush on the straight guys.” 

“Should you be telling me that?” Spencer couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“Probably not but I don’t think you’ll tell anyone.” George smiled at him and it was a very nice smile. 

“And I’m not necessarily…straight. I’m…something.” Spencer shook his head. 

“You’ve slept with men?” George smirked, raising an eyebrow at him. 

“Seems like an inappropriate question coming from my nurse, but…yes. I have been with men and women.” Spencer laughed again. 

“So there’s hope for me yet?” George teased. 

“I mean if this emaciated, drug addict look is your thing…?” Spencer rolled his eyes.

“I told you, my ex was a junkie. Guess I have a type.” George’s eyes sparkled playfully. 

“Is it weird if I say I’m kind of flattered?” Spencer frowned. “I did not expect someone to find me attractive like this.” 

“Well, I do.” George shrugged. “Which is kind of why I’m here.” 

Spencer’s eyes widened and he hugged himself tighter. 

“I uh…I don’t think we should…”

“Not that.” George laughed, standing up from the chair. “You think I’ve come here to get into your pants while you're trying to recover from a drug addiction? Please, I have morals.” 

“Oh.” Spencer frowned again. “What did you mean then?” 

George came to his bedside and smiled softly at him. 

“I came to tell you that because I am attracted to you, I have requested a floor change. I’m not going to be giving out meds on this floor anymore. I think it’s for the best.” 

“Oh.” Spencer pouted. “That’s…that’s a shame.” 

“I can’t fall for another addict.” George took a step back. 

“Fair enough.” Spencer nodded. “Thank you for being honest with me.” 

“You’re welcome.” George shrugged. “I should be getting off. I have two very hungry cats at home and if I’m late there will be hell to pay.” 

“Ok.” Spencer didn’t know what else to say. 

George backed towards the door and he reached it and opened it with one hand behind his back. He kept his eyes on Spencer and smiled wistfully. 

“I hope you beat this Doctor Reid. I really hope you do.” He stepped out into the corridor. 

“Me too.” Spencer admitted out loud. 

He watched George close the door and lock it behind him. 

He really meant it. Spencer really did want to beat this. He fought it so hard because it was easier being a drug addict than actually dealing with his trauma. But he did want to get better. He wanted to get clean and he wanted to be ok again. It wasn’t going to be easy, he knew that. But he had a new found determination that he was going to get better. 

When another orderly brought him his dinner a little while later he asked to see a doctor. He wasn’t even a little surprised it wasn’t Delaney that came to his room. 

He convinced the doctor to help him into his chair and wheel him to the right place. Thankfully he met little opposition from the new doctor who’s name he forgot, and he was taken to his destination. 

Once inside the room with the door closed behind him, Spencer broke out into fits of sobs. He sobbed into his hands, loudly whining and whimpering as he got it out of his system. His whole body wracked with the weight of it all. His small frame shuddered from his sobs that he seemed to have been holding in for a lifetime. 

He cried so much his eyes were sore and his nose was completely blocked. His sleeves were drenched with tears and snot but he didn’t seem to notice, let alone care. He cried for several long minutes before he forced himself to stop. There would be time for tears later. 

He wiped his eyes on his sleeves before looking up. His bottom lip quivered as he looked her in the eye and squeaked, “I want to get better. And I want you to help me.” 

Maggie smiled softly at him, nodding her head. 

“Of course, Spencer. Of course I’ll help you.” 

***

Three days passed and Spencer went about his new routine with surprisingly little resistance. That’s not to say he was thriving, not yet at least. But he hoped he’d get there. 

Group therapy was by far his least favourite activity of the day. He was still reluctant to open up to Cedric and the group and when he did speak he usually kept it unemotional, facts rather than feelings. 

His sessions with Maggie were much more preferable although still difficult. They’d started as she suggested in his childhood and discussed his fathers leaving and his mothers illness at great lengths. They moved on to his life as a child prodigy and to Spencer’s surprise they’d started unpacking a lot from that time. 

Spencer had never really dwelled much on the pressure being so intelligent had put on his shoulders. Even when he joined the BAU, he was mostly just a prize for Gideon to show off, his walking talking know-it-all. He’d never realised how much that had affected his mental well-being, or how much of an intense burden it was to be so smart at such a young age. 

She’d made him see that because of his intelligence he’d been more aware of all the bad in his life. Most ten years old wouldn’t have been so impressed upon by their fathers abandonment. But because Spencer was smarter than the average ten year old he’d been more conscious of what was happening. The same could be said for his mothers illness. 

In their session today they’d started to unpack the stresses and strains of a twenty two year old genius joining the FBI. 

Therapy exhausted Spencer mentally. PT exhausted him physically. But he could now take tentative steps with the aid of crutches, even if it had pained him tremendously to do so. Nick advised using the wheelchair where he could but said as long as he was careful he was happy for Spencer to try using the crutches to get about. 

He still craved drugs and he knew that wasn’t going to change any time soon and his medication was yet to make an impact. But he was trying. It was going to be an uphill battle but he was really trying. 

It was Tuesday which meant it was visitation day. It was a sunny afternoon and his new doctor, who he’d learnt was called Doctor Sanderson, suggested having his visitor meet him in the courtyard. 

Spencer used his crutches to get from his room to the garden area and found his guest at a bench next to some rose bushes. When he saw the back of her head he picked up his speed, almost tripping on the crutches in his excitement. 

“Garcia!” He called her name as he approached and she turned to face him.

The minute she laid eyes on him she started crying instantly. 

“Boy wonder!” She screeched, jumping up and almost tackling him in a hug. “Oh my gosh I missed you so very, very much!” 

“I missed you too.” He couldn’t hug her back as he was gripping his crutches but he nuzzled his face in her neck so she knew he was trying. 

She pulled back and looked him up and down, her face contorting into an expression of sadness. 

“Oh Spencer, look at you.”

“I know.” He nodded. “It’s not ideal.” 

“Come, sit down.” She motioned him to the bench and he hobbled behind her on his crutches before falling to the bench rather unceremoniously.

Garcia plastered her practiced smile back on and reached next to her, producing a Tupperware pot full of cookies. 

“For me?” Spencer’s eyes lit up slightly. 

“As long as you don’t mind sharing.” Garcia popped the lid and let Spencer help himself to one of the chocolate chip discs of heaven.

He took a large bite and hummed around a mouthful.

“Holy crap this is the best thing I’ve eaten in…a long time.” 

“Good huh?” Garcia took a bite of her own. “I made them with Henry and Michael. Michael said to make sure you know he sprinkled it with extra love.” 

Spencer’s eyes immediately glistened with tears. 

“Tell him I can taste it.” He sniffed. 

“Also they drew you pictures. They couldn’t wait until JJ came to see you for you to have them.” She picked up the stack of childrens drawings and handed them to Spencer while he finished the cookie and helped himself to another. 

“These will certainly brighten up my room.” He smiled a little sadly. “Thank them for me.” 

“Oh I most certainly will.” She smiled at him but it faltered. “How are you?” 

“I honestly don’t know. It's hard, being here, being sober. It’s hard to open up when I’ve spent so much of my life shutting down. It’s a struggle every day. But I do want to get better.” Spencer gave her a tight lipped smile. 

“You had me worried sick.” She nibbled on her cookie. “I thought you were going to die.” 

Spencer sighed and chewed on his lip. 

“I wanted to die. I know that’s not what you want to hear but if being in this place is teaching me anything it’s that I need to be honest. And the truth is I wanted to die.” 

Garcia pouted her bright pink lip and put the half eaten cookie back in the container. She turned her body towards Spencer and gently placed her hand on his shoulder. 

“Do you still feel that way?” Her voice cracked a little.

“Honestly, sometimes. I think it’s going to be a while until I don’t feel that way.” 

“Oh Spencer.” She squeezed his shoulder. “I should have done more to help you.” 

“Don’t say that, Penelope. I pushed you away, I haven’t seen any of you in so long you couldn’t have known…” he trailed off when Garcia’s expression changed. “What is it?”

“I saw you…seven, maybe eight months ago.” A tear rolled from her eye under the thick rim of her purple glasses.

“You did?” Spencer frowned. 

“Yes.” She sniffed dramatically. “I was on my way home from work and this new Thai place had opened down the street and I thought boy genius loves Thai food, I wonder if he’d like some. So I brought some food over.”

“And I was high.” Spencer filled in the blanks. 

“You were a mess…”

She tottered up the stairs on her too high heels, balancing take out containers in her arms with a smile on her face. It had been so long since she’d last seen Spencer and she couldn’t wait to see the look on the good doctor's face when she showed up with his favourite cuisine. 

But when she reached the top of the stairs, she immediately dropped every single one of the containers on the floor. 

“Spencer!” She shrieked, running as fast as her heels would carry her to his door. 

Spencer was slumped on the floor, his back to his apartment door, head bowed and eyes closed. There was a puddle of vomit next to him on the floor. 

“Spencer! Oh my god Spencer! Are you breathing? Please tell me you’re breathing!” She fell to her knees, gripping his jaw to pull his head back and pressing her fingers on her other hand to the pulse point on his neck. 

She breathed a sigh of relief when she felt his pulse, albeit a thready one.

“Spencer! Boy wonder! Can you hear me?” Grabbing him by the shoulders she gave him a firm shake. 

His body was limp like a rag doll for a moment and then suddenly he stiffened and his eyes shot open.

“Huh?” He blinked a few times trying to focus. 

“Spence, it’s me, Penelope. Can you hear me?” 

“Y-yes.” He nodded. “What are you doing here? Where are we?” 

“Outside your apartment G-Man. What are you doing here?” She helped him to his feet and he wobbled a little before leaning against the wall for support.

She saw the cogs turning in his head for a moment before he nodded to himself.

“I locked myself out. I lost my keys.” 

Garcia looked around but it didn’t take her long to see his set of keys dangling from the lock in the door.

“Those keys?” She frowned, pointing at them. 

Spencer rubbed his eyes with his palms and blinked again before smiling dumbly. 

“My keys!” He cheered. “What would I do without you Garcia?” 

He pushed himself away from the wall but stumbled and Garcia quickly steadied him. 

“Let’s get you inside.” With one hand she balanced Spencer and unlocked the door with the other. 

“What happened? Spence? Where have you…”

“Y/N?”

“Sorry?” Garcia snapped out of her story and looked at Spencer who was staring off across the courtyard. 

“I thought I saw…” he shook his head and looked back at her. “Sorry, carry on.” 

Garcia narrowed her eyes on him briefly before exhaling and continuing with her story. 

“What happened? Spence? Where have you been?” She aided in getting him inside and couldn’t hold back her gasp at the state of the apartment. 

Spencer didn’t even seem to notice, or he was just used to it, and manoeuvred the obstacles of destruction towards the couch. 

“Hmm? Oh just out.” He shrugged, collapsing on the beat up leather. 

“Are those…bullet holes?” She gasped again at the obliterated end of the couch. 

“Hmm.” Spencer hummed, swinging his legs up and laying down. 

“Spencer, what’s happened here? I’m really worried about…”

“Y/N?” 

Garcia trailed off again to see Spencer once more looking out across the courtyard. 

“I…I’m sure that’s…” he frowned, grabbing his crutches and pushing himself up with them. “I’ll be right back.”

“Spencer, where are you-“

“I’ll be two minutes.” He called over his shoulder but he was already hobbling away on his crutches. 

It was frustrating not to be able to move faster as he tried to hurry after the familiar back of a head he’d seen wandering the institute's grounds. He followed the path he saw you take behind the building into a more secluded part of the gardens. 

He found you sitting in the grass with your back to him, legs crossed and your head buried in a book. His heart raced partly from the exertion of getting here but mostly from excitement. You were here. You were right in front of him. You’d found him. 

“Y/N?” He called your name as he approached and you spun round to face him, wide eyed.

For the first time in a long time your features weren’t blurred. You looked exactly as he remembered you, maybe a little skinnier and with the addition of dark circles under your eyes. 

“Y/N!” He choked, feeling his tears gathering. “Oh my gosh, you came! Y/N I can’t believe you’re here!”

You jumped up from the grass and clutched your book tightly to your chest. You kept your eyes firmly on him, your back was up instantly. 

“Y/N, say something.” Spencer smiled shakily at you and when he got too close you took a few steps back. 

“This is my reading spot. My private reading spot.” You spoke quietly. 

“Maybe it can be our reading spot?”

“No. No.” You shook your heading, taking another step backwards. “I like to be alone.” 

“Y/N, what’s going on?” 

You clutched your book tighter against your chest as though it was a shield. You took another step backwards and swallowed hard. 

“Look, I just want to be left alone ok?” Your eyes held a hint of fear to them. 

Spencer’s eyebrows knitted heavily as he profiled your expression as you looked at him. He didn’t see a hint of recognition. It was like you had no idea who he was. 

“I…we…” he stumbled on his words. 

“Look I was on a lot of drugs ok? So if we slept together or something I’m sorry but I don’t remember a lot of stuff.” Your eyes shifted about, not able to look at one thing for too long. 

“Drugs? You weren’t on drugs.” Spencer shook his head. 

“Why do you think I’m here?” You shrugged. 

“You’re not…I thought you were here to…see me?”

“Why would I be here to see you?”

“Because we...” He trailed off, his head spinning. Was he asleep? Was this just another of his vivid dreams? 

“Please leave me alone” you whispered, hugging your book even tighter. 

What the fuck was going on? 

“Y/N, I…”

“Spencer?” Garcia’s voice came from behind him and he looked over his shoulder to see her toddling his way, heels sinking into the grass. “Spencer, what are you doing?” 

“I…I was just…” he turned back to face you only to find you gone, vanished as if into thin air. 

What the fuck is happening to me? 

“You need to sit down, come on.” Garcia waved him over. 

He looked between her and the now empty space. Was he completely losing it? 

“Spencer, come on.” 

He sighed heavily and turned himself around and hobbled towards Garcia. He kept his thoughts at bay until they were seated back on the bench. 

“Garcia, I need to talk to you about Y/N.” 

Much like Emily, Luke and Rossi, her facial expression changed to one Spencer just couldn’t read. 

“Uh…” she fiddled with her hands in her lap and wouldn’t make eye contact with him. “Emily said we aren’t supposed to talk to you about that.” 

“What? Why?” Spencer frowned. 

“I just can't, ok? I promised Em.” 

“Penelope, tell me what’s going on.” Spencer spoke sternly and Garcia still didn’t look at him as she pushed herself up from the bench. 

“I should go. Take such good care of yourself boy wonder.”

“Garcia!” He pulled himself up too. “Tell me what’s going on! Please!”

“I can’t.” She turned back to him and he saw the tears in her eyes. “Just trust me ok? Please, just trust me.”

“I need someone to explain to me why nobody will talk about her. What am I missing here, Penelope?”

He looked so sad and confused and it broke Garcia’s heart. 

“Sometimes the truth doesn’t set us free.” She sniffed and suddenly she was hurrying away as fast as her heels would carry her. 

Spencer watched her go, in complete uncertainty. Something was going on. Something bigger than he could comprehend. He was missing something and he was sure it was something big. 

The team was keeping something from him. Something pertaining to you and he had no idea what. 

But he had to find out. 

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Play it Again || A. Hotchner x Fem Reader

hi all! This is just a little something based off of Play it Again by Luke Bryan. Hope you enjoy!

contains: alcohol consumption

wordcount: 1.6k

It was one of those perfect early-spring nights that reminded you that the winter was worth suffering through. You were gathered in Rossi’s backyard celebrating the unseasonably warm weather and a rare Saturday night off with everyone free. JJ and Morgan were helping Jack and Henry roast marshmallows, Spencer and Penelope were tossing tiny piles of uprooted grass at each other, and Emily and Rossi were in the kitchen putting together another pitcher of sangria. There was an early spring breeze carrying the music coming from the radio of Morgan’s truck, and you were sitting in the bed, your legs stretched out. Hotch ambled over to you, a fresh beer in one hand and a White Claw from the cooler in the other for you. 

“You looked like you could use a cold one,” he said, handling the can over and settling into the side of the truck, resting his arm on the edge of the bed. 

“Thanks. And you picked the best flavor,” you smile at him, cracking open the mango seltzer. 

“It was mostly lime left in the cooler, I had to go digging,” he smirks. 

You pull a face. “Nobody likes lime.” 

“I imagine that’s why they’re all still in the cooler.” 

You chuckle a little at his dry humor. You know that most people wouldn’t really call that a joke, just an observation, but those people… they didn’t get Hotch. 

“I’m glad you came tonight,” you say genuinely, and you’re surprised to see how touched he is when he turns to look at you. “I know it’s not always easy to get to team stuff with Jack. It means a lot that you make the effort.” 

“Despite the hardass exterior, I do truly enjoy your company. You’re right, it’s not always easy, but I want to be here with you,” he says. “With all of you,” he adds after a second, instantly regretting it. Why is it so hard to be honest with you? “Actually, I should say—” he starts, but he’s cut off by your gasp. 

“I’m sorry, Hotch, but hold that thought. I’ve been waiting for this song to come on all night,” you say, hopping out of the truck and turning towards him. “Dance with me, please.” 

He rolls his eyes. If it were anyone else, he’d say no, and he knows it. But he’s helpless. 

“You’re totally going to kill my hardass act,” he says as he takes your hand. 

The song you’ve been waiting all night for is some country-pop song, and Hotch can help but grin as you throw your head back in a laugh when he spins you. He pulls you back into his chest and you stumble a bit, giggling all the while. You make contact with his chest– it wasn’t on purpose, necessarily, but it wasn’t quite an accident, either. He catches you. You knew he would. 

“Sorry. One too many White Claws, I guess,” you chuckle at your own self-deprecating joke as you take another sip.

“You okay?” He asks, looking you over and quirking a brow. You can practically see the gears of his brain turning as he attempts to mentally catalogue each drink you had this evening. 

“I’m good, Hotch. Only 20% clumsier than I normally am. Just not really a dancer,” you assured him. 

“You could’ve fooled me,” he tells you with a sly grin. 

“Good partner. Good song. There’s a saying about broken clocks that might apply.”

“Nothing broken about you,” he says. 

“What were you saying? Before the dancing,” you asked. 

Aaron draws in a breath. He’d halfway hoped that you’d forgotten in the admittedly short period of time. But, you hadn’t, so it was time to pay the piper. “I was going to say— I’ve been meaning to tell you, it’s only fair—”  he starts to stumble over his words, but Jack comes over in a rush. 

“Dad! Can I sleep over at Henry’s? Ms. Jareau said it’s okay,” he asks breathlessly. 

Hotch gives his son a discerning look. “Did she offer to have you come over, or did you or Henry pester her until she said yes?” He asks.

For Jack’s sake, you hold in your chuckle. The profiling never stops, it seems. 

“She really offered. You can ask her yourself,” Jack insists. 

Aaron turns to look at you apologetically. “I should probably go talk to JJ,” he says. 

“Go ahead– I need a s’more. We’ll catch up later,” you tell him.

JJ is wiping Henry’s sticky hands when Hotch and Jack make their way over. “I just wanted to make sure the kids didn’t put you up to anything,” He says. 

“We go head-to-head with serial killers, Hotch. I think I can handle a couple of ten year olds in the throes of a sugar rush,” she teases him. 

“Still. You don’t have to. We could get the boys together tomorrow, or some other weekend,” he tries to give her an out, but she refuses. 

“I really did offer, Hotch. It’s no big deal. You should offer Y/N a ride home. She came in with me— and you should ask for a permanent spot on her dance card before somebody else does.” 

“Jayje,” Aaron sighs, feeling not unlike a sibling being called out for their schoolyard crush. He’d been so caught up in dancing with you that he hadn’t stopped to think that the team might be watching– he felt a blush grow up his cheeks just thinking about it.

“I’m just saying” JJ raises her hands in surrender. “You make each other happy, and you both deserve that.” 

“I’ll drive her home,” Aaron agrees to the first request pointedly. “You can just text me in the morning when the boys are up.” 

“Okay. But if things go really well and you need more time—” she starts suggestively. 

“JJ!” He admonishes with nothing behind it.

When Aaron finds you after sending Jack off, you’re finishing off a glass of sangria with Prentiss while Morgan and Rossi are working on putting out the campfire. Garcia and Reid are nearby clearing off the picnic table where the snacks had been set up.

“Turns out JJ really did offer to take the boys,” he explains to you. “I’ll take you home when you’re ready.” 

“Hotch, you didn’t have to do that. I could have taken an Uber,” you tell him. 

“Well, I told JJ I’d take you, and I’m a man of my word,” he sighs in mock consternation. 

The two of you bid the team goodnight, and he leads you out to the car with a supportive hand on the small of your back. You’re not really all that drunk— just a little buzzed, and sated with the pleasure of your friends’ company, but you appreciate the warm, steady pressure of it all the same.  It’s been a long night, and you’re fading fast by the time you make it to the driveway, practically melting into the leather interior of Hotch’s SUV. You don’t fall asleep, but you’re too tired to break the comfortable silence that lingers between you. 

The words JJ had said float through Hotch’s brain as he drives. He should just tell you, he thinks. It can’t be selfish if it’s honest, can it? And so what if it is selfish? Hasn’t he earned the right? He glances over at you, catches a glimpse of your soft, lazy smile as you watch the lights of the city pass by. The tableau is almost too perfect. He couldn’t dare to disturb it with a confession like the one he was harboring. He turns up the radio, just a hair. 

He pulls into your driveway, and you stir, getting your bearings and stretching a bit before turning to face him. 

“I’ll walk you up,” Hotch says, and you smile. 

“I’m okay,” you tell him.” You’ve already gone far enough out of your way,” you tell him. 

“It wasn’t a problem. Really, I’d do a—”

He starts to say more than he knows that he should when you draw in a quick breath, reaching for the radio dial. “It’s my song again,” You smile. “One more dance?”

He should say no. He doesn’t know how much longer he can straddle this line before he’s too far gone to be helped. But he can’t bring himself to do it. He chuckles a little at his own lack of willpower before turning the radio up and rolling down the windows, coming around to the other side of the car and opening the door for you. 

You take the hand he offers to help you out of the car and let him lead you in a dance. He doesn’t take his eyes off of you the whole time, and you can’t look away from him either. You know him— know he doesn’t let the light in like this for just anybody. You’re thankful that he does it for you, and you want more. He spins you out and pulls you back in as the song ends, and you’re helpless. You rise to your tiptoes, and watch Aaron’s eyebrows hit his hairline as you drape your arms around his neck.  Before you can think any better of it, you press your lips to his. He’s surprised, you can feel it in the way the muscles of his back tense under your arms, but he relaxes after a moment, bringing his hands around your waist and kissing you back soundly. 

You pull away after a moment, feeling something between shock and elation. “I can’t believe that song came on again,” you say dumbly. 

Aaron, for his part, seems to find your non sequitur charming. He treats you to a rare, two-dimpled smile. “Play it again,” he whispers, leaning back in to kiss you a second time.

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Seeing Him (5+1): and Loving Him

summary: the 6th time’s the charm.

pairing: gn!reader x aaron hotchner

warning: pining, light angst, love confessions, kissing

an: to everyone who’s kept up with this shitstorm of a series, thank you. it took me a while to get a handle on how these two would make it to each other but i’m happy to say here it is. i hope that this has been worth the wait, and i love you all! gif credit is @ropoto <3

word count: 2.3k

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When you return to work, it's like the last few months haven’t happened. When you allowed yourself to think about the conversation you and Hotch had at Blake’s house for the length of the drive home, and then you put it in a box and buried it. You know it can only be successful for so long, not being able to deny your feelings for him any longer is what got you in the first place. To his credit, he does his part in trying to forget— at least you thought he was. Every day that you see him at work that he doesn’t push softens you. It makes you glance at him, talk to him, and want to be with him. It's reverse psychology if you’ve ever seen it, and you don’t even realize that it's happening, a progression so slow it's as if things stay the same.

Hotch doesn’t realize it either, how could he when you speak but a handful of words to him a day. He relishes them, and replays them in his head, along with your facial expressions and mannerisms. The way he loves you is more manageable now, he knows that you love him too even if you won’t give in. He’s been dealt worse hands, and somehow this one feels the least lonely one he’s had in a while. To be cared for in a way he hasn’t been cared for in years feels like a breath of fresh air, even if he doesn’t get to have it the way he wants, he has it. It’s not like he isn’t used to a glass half full anyway— he might as well regard it as full.

There’s a turning point, you tried to avoid it but if there’s anyone who knows how to berate you into doing things you don’t want to do it’s Rossi. He promises good food, wine, and music, plays the old man card and that’s how you end up at the team dinner on a Saturday night.

It’s a night full of fleeting, yearning glances. You steer clear of him, making sure to stick between Derek and Penelope or Spencer and JJ. You even end up playing Spencer’s assistant while he does magic tricks for Henry and Jack. Anything you can do to make sure something doesn’t happen. You’ve learned your lesson; regardless of how much you resist, somehow you always end up facing each other, on the precipice of falling together.

And yet, here you are standing next to him as the rest of the team spills out onto the dance floor in Rossi’s backyard, surrounded by twinkling lights and candles. You can feel the tension building, you almost hear him asking to dance before he can open his mouth.

“Don’t even ask because the answer is no. That would make it glaringly obvious,” You say under your breath.

“Don’t you think it would make it more obvious if we didn’t dance together?”

“Not if you keep looking at me the way you have all night.”

“You started it,” His voice is teasing, and you wonder how he’s so calm given everything that’s unfolded between the two of you in the last few months.

“I-” You look at him in disbelief, crossing your arms against your chest, “I started it?”

“Yes,” He says firmly, keeping his eyes trained on the dance floor.

He’s stubborn, as stubborn as you, and though you won’t say it, you know he’s right. When he walked through the door it felt like the atmosphere had changed, like every nerve in your body was on high alert.

“One dance,” You agree begrudgingly, and when he holds his hand out you take it. He’s smooth, nimble, and whisks you out on the dance floor so easily it makes your head spin. Maybe that’s from the physical contact, the feeling of his skin against yours, the smell of his cologne. Whatever it is, has you a little light-headed and it makes you cling tightly to him.

You’re looking at anything but him, the decorations, the people around you, the star-littered sky. Anything to save you from his intense stare, or any points of contact between you because you want him. You need him. And you're terrified that if you look him in his eyes at this moment you'll give in. It makes sense and doesn't.

Your plan works until he murmurs your name and you have to look up at him. This time, when you look into those serious brown eyes of his you see everything. His sadness, his pain, his intelligence. Strength and honor. His care. All of him, and how well he fits with all of you. But most importantly, you see his happiness. How his eyes are filled with a mirth and enchantment you’ve never seen before.

As soon as the song is over you make a beeline to the bathroom, needing to clear your head. He’s such a paradox to you, so overwhelming, and yet you feel grounded. It’s the peace of it all, the realization of knowing that you’ve found something that you never planned to have and never searched for. As you stare at yourself in the mirror, you realize it’s gone further than that. A time where you have to give in to this looms over your resistance. All your contentment and planning was just to land here. It feels almost like destiny. One you’re completely unprepared for.

There’s a knock at the door and you straighten up and check to make sure you did the lock the door behind you.

“It's just me,” Blake says in her usual calm manner, and while it eases some of your nerves you’re still on edge.

“I’m fine, just had to pee,” You lie easily, leaning your back against the door.

“Oh, so this has nothing to do with the dance?”

“I can’t, I don’t know how to do this, Alex.”

“Do what?”

The thing about Blake is that she wants clarification. Communication, words, and phrases, clear and crystal, she wants it all. If anyone was able to get you to say it, it would be her. There’s no point in beating around the bush with her, especially when it comes to this. You’ve had a talk or two about how she helped Hotch corner you, and when she makes up her mind there’s no changing it. Countless moments have gone by and you still haven’t said it. She waits patiently, you could imagine she’ll wait forever if she needs to. She’s made it clear that she’ll see this through and stick by you.

Your voice is no more than a whisper, “Love him. Be loved by him.”

“Maybe that’s a conversation you should have with him.”

“I think I’d rather have been successful falling off the side of that building.”

She snorts, and makes you laugh, an unexpected lightness coming to the conversation, “You don’t mean that.”

“I don’t.”

“The best advice that I can give you is to just give in. He’ll catch you,” She repeats a version of her words from that day on her porch.

You want to scream that you know he’ll catch you, that that’s the point. He’d stick to you like bees on honey, but what if you’re not sweet enough? There’s always a chance that you’ll fall short of who he thinks you are, and you don’t know what you would do if he ever walked away from you. Keeping him at arms’ length by choice stings less, it’s what you can handle.

You finally open the door, giving her the best smile you can manage before pulling her into a hug. She’s not big on physical affection but you don’t know how else to tell her you appreciate her.

Once the two of you make it back to the dance floor, you say goodbye to everyone, citing that you’re feeling a little queasy from the indulgent food. Everyone believes you, or at least they pretend to, but send Hotch to walk you to your car. Neither of you speaks, and he gives you your space, staying a few feet away.

“Thanks for making sure I made it here,” You murmur as you open the door to your car.

He stuffs his hands in his pockets, glancing down at his feet before he looks at you again, “It’s no problem. I’m sorry about earlier, I know it was…intense.”

“It’s not your fault. We’re a lot, it’s just who we are.”

“Are you going to be alright?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me. I’ll text in the group chat when I’m home,” You give him an encouraging smile.

His tongue runs over his bottom lip before he cracks a smile himself, “Okay.”

He watches as you climb into your car and give him a little wave before pulling away. He nods in response and waits until you turn off the street before going back inside.

Your mind feels like the snowy, fuzzy static that comes from a television with no signal on the entire drive home. As soon as you’re home you shoot out that text and get ready for bed but find yourself tossing and turning, unable to get comfortable. Your discussion with Hotch plays on a loop, over and over. His answer to one question in particular bounces around the barricades of your brain. In response to your question of is he’s ready he answered openly and honestly:

Not in the slightest, but I could be. For you. I could be.

For you. I could be.

What if you could be for him too? If he was so willing to try…couldn't you try too? For him?

In no time, you're dressed again and hopping into your car. It's only been a couple of hours since you were standing in the street together, and now you're knocking softly on his door. You know that he has a hard time sleeping, and Jack is spending the night at JJ’s after a night of joint begging with Henry. When he opens the door he doesn’t say anything, just reaches for you and pulls you in. He leads you to the kitchen and sits on a stool before letting you go, his wary and expectant.

“Are you okay?” He thrums his fingers on his knees, and you know that he's itching to touch you.

“No, but you get it don’t you?” Your voice is full of desperation and the need for him to grasp what you mean.

His expression softens, and he nods, “Yes, baby, I understand.”

You feel yourself crumble, not just because of his understanding but because of his blatant affection in calling you that. When was the last time someone called you that? Years. When was the last time you liked when someone called you that? Years and years.

“I don’t know what to say. There aren’t words…” You begin, but he shakes his head to stop you.

You both know that there are words. You still aren’t sure you’re ready to say them.

“I know.”

You take a tentative step towards him, raising your hand so that your fingertips trail over the back of his hand.

“I’ll catch you,” He murmurs, turning his hand so its palm up, and you know that you’ve never heard a sentence with more truth.

He moves his other hand to your hip, bringing you to stand between his legs. It’s taking restraint, to not just take you in his arms and kiss you until you’re both breathless. But he can tell that you’re dazed by the way you blink rapidly as the space between you becomes smaller and smaller. You swallow loudly as he laces his fingers with yours, his touch tender. He leans in, running his nose along yours, and your breathing hitches, your knees weakening.

He tightens his hold when he feels you sinking, “May I kiss you?”

You have to clear your throat to get the words out, “You can do whatever you want, Aaron.”

He takes it slow, making sure to maintain eye contact as he tilts his head and delicately presses his lips to yours. He lets you process and doesn’t move except to cup your cheek with one of his hands. You gasp against him and his mouth drops open allowing you access. The taste of him kicks your brain into gear, and you kiss him firmly, your hand breaking free from his to smooth up his chest and neck into his hair. You anchor him against you, knotting your fingers into his hair as you greedily kiss him. He rocks forward in surprise but plants his feet firmly to keep you both upright, kissing you back with equal fervor.

Nothing’s ever felt so right. And everything has changed. Kissing him has cleared the fog, and changed the lenses. Everything feels light and clear and put into place. Like puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly. It feels like a daydream and you sigh when he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours. The rest of your resistance has fallen away, like leaves on a cold autumn day.

As you catch your breath, the words press against your closed lips, begging to be expelled. Finally ready to be said. “I love you,” You breathe.

His eyes pop open, and he leans back a fraction of an inch to get a good look at you, “I know, I love you too.”

While you can’t help but smile at the sentiment, some doubt echos in your voice, “How do we…”

“Hey, relax, it’s alright. I have to admit that I don’t know, but we’ll figure it out. We got this far didn’t we?”

“I guess we did.”

He cups your face with both of his hands, running one of his thumbs across your cheek, “I don’t plan on going anywhere, we’ve got time.”

“Yeah?” You ask, still looking for reassurance.

“Trust me?”

You search his eyes, and like before he looks sure, his eyes shining with confidence and love. There’s only one right answer, “Okay.”

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[gallifreyanwriter]

In Which Henry Spencer is possessed by Castiel

A little bit of Psychnatural for yall. Not ready to put this on AO3 yet but I will put it here. Exactly what it says on the tin--Henry gets possessed by season 4 Cas.

“I just don’t believe it,” Shawn said, finality in his voice.

“Shawn, we have him on video tape,” Juliet said, voice breaking with sorrow, “It was definitely him.” 

“No, no no no, he wouldn’t-he wouldn’t, Jules, you know my dad, how could you-how could you believe he could commit MURDER like that??” Shawn rambled, pleading desperately to her sad eyes.

“I still don’t believe how he actually committed those murders, and I saw  ‘em,” Lassie mumbled.

“NotthetimeCarlton,” Juliet hissed, slapping him on the arm.

“Alright,” Shawn said, flopping down in the chair, “Let’s see this so-called evidence. Let me train my psychic gift upon it, and see what the spirits’ opinion is.”

He lifted a finger to his temple.

“Preliminary vibes are…skeptical,” Shawn informed, “Just so you all are aware.” 

Chief Vick sighed, pushed the tape into the VCR, and shakily hit play.

The security footage played out.

First, a brawl breaking out inside some sushi restaurant on De La Vina Street. 

Then enter Henry Spencer, his father, moving fluidly with the agility of a man half his age, wading into the crowd and slaughtering everyone within his reach, with something that was blasting light into each one of their skulls.

He looked down at the coroner’s report, which reported the eyes being burned out of each one of the victims.

He looked back up at the bodies, clearly lying dead on the ground. “I don’t believe it,” Shawn said numbly.

“I couldn’t believe it either,” the Chief said, sounding just as tired and defeated as him, “But we have footage, witnesses…even a confession, Shawn. Your dad could go to jail for a very, very long time.”

-

Henry sat rigidly, in the interrogation room, staring blankly ahead at the wall.

He didn’t look well. He looked catatonic, but…not with fear. He just looked like a statue. An object.

God, Shawn couldn’t even see him breathing.

Something was definitely wrong with him. Shawn just hoped that what was wrong with him wasn’t the cause of murders.

“Can I have a minute alone with my dad, please?” Shawn asked, brittle.

Lassie and Juliet looked at each other, and nodded.

Shawn entered the room, and shut the door. He had to get to the bottom of this.

“Shawn Spencer,” rumbled Henry, straining the limits of his lower register.

“Dad?” Shawn squeaked, clearing his throat. “What just-”

“No,” Henry said, heavily sighing, “I am not your father.”

Pause.

Blink blink.

“Dad, this isn’t funny,” Shawn said, warning in his voice, “I just-I just watched you kill all those peopl-”

“I am not Henry Spencer,” said Henry Spencer. 

“Then who are you?” Shawn asked, throwing his hands up into the air, “Your alter-ego, Countess Boochie Flagrante?? This is seriou-”

“Castiel,” interrupted Henry, cool as ice.

Shawn blinked. Some sort of gut feeling, that something wasn’t right here, was the only thing that gave him that split second of pause to listen to his dad.

 “I am Castiel,” his dad insisted, “Angel of the lord.”

Shawn tried not to let his jaw drop, and only partially succeeded by turning it into a bit of a disbelieving grin.

“What? No,” he said, huffing a bit of a nervous laugh, “Dad. Dad, drop the voice, you-you got me. I fell for it, nice job, you got me. Well, you didn’t really get me, but I was about fifteen to twenty percent got if that makes you feel better, I’ll even give you twenty-five if you stop this right n-”

Then his dad’s shadow grew wings on the wall behind him, and Shawn’s jaw dropped for real.

But it wasn’t just the puppet show up against the wall, it was…the crackle. Shawn could feel every hair on his body stand up as the shadowy wings unfurled, like lightning was about to strike him–but it never came. He was sure, deep down in his bones, that the power that was oppressing Shawn was coming from…whatever was creating that wing-shaped pattern.

Then he looked his dad in the eyes, and it was not his dad.

His eyes were glowing, bright and crackling blue.

Then he sat back, exhausted, eyes fading back to their usual blue-grey.

“Wh-what-” Shawn garbled, speechless.

“This is not my true vessel,” Castiel said gently, lowly, with a smooth cadence that Henry never, ever possessed, “I should not remain inside for very long. But it will be long enough to do what needs to be done, to save this place.”

This was not his fucking dad.

“What have you done with my dad?” Shawn whispered, stock still in mortal terror.

Castiel touched his-Henry’s-chest. 

“He is still here,” he said, “He allowed me in. He consented.”

“Ohh, that’s one thing you don’t know about my dad,” Shawn said, mirthlessly laughing, shaking his head, “He-he would never agree to this.”

Castiel cocked his head to the side, regarding Shawn as if he were a caged animal.

“Henry was right,” he simply said, leaning back in the interrogation chair, “He said you wouldn’t believe.”

“Why would I?” Shawn hissed.

“Before he surrendered his mortal form to me, Henry had a message for you, Shawn,” Castiel said, “In the case that you didn’t believe, he assured me that this would solve your lack of faith.”

“What could he have possibly said, that would make me believe he was on board?” Shawn asked.

Henr-no, Castiel, leaned across the interrogation table and looked Shawn Spencer right in the eyes.

Shawn felt that uncomfortable power again, pressing in around him, choking the air out of the room.

“Henry said, and I quote,” Castiel said deliberately, “Check your goddamned mail, for once in your life.”

The voice was all wrong, still, but it did sound like Dad.

Shawn thought back to the pile of mail on his kitchen table, that he hadn’t opened yet. 

He saw, in his mind’s eye, the corner of a return address, the letters H-E-N and the letters 4 2 C-A-B-R-I-

Oh god, his dad had sent him a letter days ago!

Shawn stood up in a haste, and gave this-this thing that was wearing his dad one more backward glance before he rushed out of the room, past a sorrowful Juliet, and out the door back to his house.

-

He sorted through the pile of unread mail, finding the one from his dad, and tearing it open.

Shawn,

The angel’s telling the truth. I gave the okay. And I’m still in there, jackass, so don’t you dare plan my funeral. I’ll be back.

Sometimes, when things get tough, you have to offer up whatever you got to get the job done. I hope you, of all people, understand that. 

Dad

#psych #supernatural #spn #psychnatural

[radiant-reid]

hey cate! what season do you think fully gives off dad vibes? like which season do you think spencer reid should’ve became a dad?

i think 8 or 9 when he first becomes a dad like come on, this

henry's like his 'this-is-where-my-kid-will-be-in-four-years' child so he's learning all the tips from JJ about what to do and the scene in the S9 finale is Blake and JJ talking about how he deserves to be a dad. and that scene where he knows how to deliver the baby in S8 is because he was very involved in his own child's birth. also, i think this because i love the idea of Blake as some sort of (gilf) grandmother to the baby since she and Spencer have such a mom/son relationship.

then, this also means he has a toddler in season 10 who he definitely brings in all the time to show off.

this is the sad bit but the kid would start school before he goes to prison and he's so upset he can't be there to pick her (we know it's going to be a little girl) up and take her to soccer (she plays because her cousin Jack plays) games but she writes him a letter every day (she's not actually told where he is, obviously) and he can see her handwriting and spelling improve each time and it makes him so hopeful. then when he gets out, she's his biggest motivation to being okay, but i can definitely see him having more kids throughout the seasons, especially because he gives off major dad vibes in S13/14 to, probably, a toddler

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid hc #spencer reid headcanon

[grahamobrien13]

Hi I don’t know if you are still taking requests for JJ/Will, but if you are can you write a one-shot about if JJ didn’t have the miscarriage? Thanks ☺️

I love writing JJ/Will, getting requests for them makes me so happy, you have no idea.

Warnings: Canon typical violence, guns/shooting is mentioned in relation to their case in the beginning, throwing up/morning sickness, other pregnancy related things.

I hope you enjoy this. I used a timeline on the wiki to try and calculate when she would have been pregnant during her time overseas, but i could be off. Also, on the wiki if you look at Will's family it says "Maggie LaMontagne (Unborn daughter)" And I'm not sure who decided that, but I used a different name for the baby because I couldn't find anywhere else that said that was supposed to be her name, but I can change it if I find proof that's true.

summary: JJ doesn't go on her overseas assignment

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Their case was in Tampa, it hadn't been long since Prentiss had... Everyone was still pretty raw and JJ hated that she had to keep what she knew from her coworkers. It had really been taking a toll on her, and even she was grieving. She knew Prentiss was still alive and well, but she couldn't talk to her or anything... It was hard, but she knew it was harder for the others, the ones who thought Prentiss was dead. JJ was shaken from her thoughts as the phone rang. Spencer, Morgan, Seaver, and herself were seated around a table in the Tampa Police station. Spencer answered the call and put Hotch and Rossi on speaker.

"She had access to ammo for a .38, but not to a gun." Hotch spoke,

"She most likely lives with someone who is into guns, but doesn't allow her access." Spencer started, Morgan continued to conversation, but JJ didn't hear what he was saying because she felt saliva coat the inside of her mouth and the familiar feeling in her stomach. She excused herself and made a beeline to the women's restroom. As soon as she was in front of the toilet she began throwing up. Her throat burned as everything she had eaten that morning made a reappearance. It hadn't been much, but it was more than the saltine crackers she would typically limit herself to in these times. She sat back against the stall and sighed. She knew she would have to tell the team soon, but she hadn't even had a chance to sit down and tell Will yet. She only just found out right after everything happened with Emily and since then she's been on cases... JJ sighed and stood up from the bathroom floor. She flushed the toilet and went to clean up.

---

It wasn't too long before they identified the woman and had tracked her to a local restaurant called 'Sir Burger'. They had the place surrounded but she wasn't giving up. While the others were dealing with the active hostage situation, JJ was trying, with the help of a couple officers, to keep the media at bay. But all she could think of was that little boy. She understood why their suspect was upset, JJ also thought about her own little boy. She kept a straight face for the cameras that surrounded her, but inside she just felt like crying. 

Soon, Hotch was able to calm the woman down and coax the gun from her. JJ watched as she was put into a police car and driven away. She couldn't help but feel bad for the woman, all she wanted was her son back.. JJ pulled her phone from her pocket and looked at the photo of Henry that was her lock screen.

---

JJ entered the home that she and Will shared. She sat her go bag down in the entry way and kicked off her shoes,

"Will?" She called quietly, in case Henry was asleep. She rounded the corner into the living room to find her husband asleep on the couch with her son asleep on his chest. She couldn't help but smile at the sight. She rested her hand over her stomach. Soon, Henry would have a new sibling and she couldn't be happier. She moved closer to the two and slowly lifted the boy who was still practically a baby. He was a little over a year old now. As she lifted him, Will opened his eyes and blinked at her a few times,

"JJ?" He murmured. JJ rested Henry's head on her shoulder,

"Yeah, its me." She whispered. He smiled and pushed himself into a sitting position, 

"What time is it?" He asked. JJ glanced at the clock, 

"About 1:30 am." She said, "Why don't you go get in bed?" She said, Will nodded and stood up. He kissed her and then Henry and made his way to their bedroom. JJ carried Henry to his crib and laid him down. The boy stirred slightly, but he fell asleep. JJ watched him sleep for a few minutes before making her way to the bedroom. Will was brushing his teeth when she entered the bedroom,

"How did it go in Tampa?" Will called from the master bathroom. JJ began to take off her skirt and blouse to change into some pajamas. JJ considered the question for a minute,

"About as well as you'd expect. We got our unsub, but she killed so many people and scared a lot more..." JJ said, she thought back to the mall. There had been so many kids there, luckily none of them got hurt. JJ relaxed into the bed as Will slid in beside her,

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked, he knew that sometimes that helped, but other times JJ just wanted to forget about the cases. JJ shook her head,

"No, no  I want to talk about something else actually." She said. Will raised his eyebrows,

"Oh?" JJ nodded. She bit her lip,

"Henry is going to be a big brother." She said, a smile breaking out on her face, Will's eyes widened as he looked at her,

"Oh my god, JJ, thats amazing." He said, pulling his wife into a hug. She hugged him back and melted into his arms,

"I know, I'm so excited." She said, "I found out a couple weeks ago and I just couldn't find the right time to tell you with both of us working so much... But We're gonna have another baby." She said. Will smiled,

"When's the first ultrasound?" Will asked,

"I have an appointment next Thursday." She said, Will smiled and kissed her, JJ kissed him back, resting her hands on his stubble-covered chin.

"We'll go together." He said once they pulled away. JJ nodded.

---

It was another month or so before she decided to tell the team. They had been called for an early meeting and Hotch informed them that they may be contacted by other division because of budget cuts. As soon as he finished his sentence, his phone rang.

"Virginia state police believe they may have uncovered a serial killer." He spoke, "Dave you and Morgan head to the crime scene." the two nodded, but before they could move, JJ spoke up,

"Really fast..." She started, "I have some happier news for you guys." Everyone looked at her, but Spencer was the first one to realize,

"I'm getting another godson?" He said, smiling widely, JJ smile,

"It could be a god daughter." She said. Everyone smiled and congratulated JJ before heading to their assignments.

---

JJ's pregnancy had went healthy. They soon found out that they were going to have a baby girl and everyone was excited. The team held a little baby shower for her, Garcia had already bought a ton of outfits for the little girl and many different sizes. Everyone was so excited to welcome her.

It was November, the team had been sent to Kansas for a case and JJ was due within the week. She had decided to stay back for that very reason, then Henry got sick. He had ran a fever all day, but by the night he had broken the fever, JJ assumed the ibuprofen had helped. But the next morning while he was having breakfast, JJ and Will both felt that something was off. JJ sat Henry's pancakes in front of him, but he didn't dig in like he usually would. Henry was staring off, and that wasn't normal for him. JJ looked a her husband,

"Something is going on, Will..." She said and as soon as she did she noticed the small boy start to shake slightly, JJ's eyes widened and she and Will both jumped into action. JJ pulled the tray off his highchair and Will eased the kid to the floor, supporting his head as he seized.

"I'm calling an ambulance."  JJ said, pulling out her phone. A few minutes later, paramedics were loading her son into the ambulance. Will rode with them as JJ drove behind. That was when the first contraction happened. She'd been having false contractions for a few days, but this one felt different and she knew this one meant it was time, but she pushed the thought from her head. 'Henry needs me.' she told herself. 

---

JJ and Will sat together in the hospital room. They were told that seizures like this were common for kids his age, so they were going to be released shortly. JJ's contractions were getting closer together, but she had continued to hide them. But Will had noticed. Henry had moved to sit against JJ, his head was laying on her bump. JJ felt another contraction and she bit her lip and took some breaths, Will lifted Henry off of her and smiled,

"I guess we should head over to the maternity ward next?" He said. JJ blushed, "How far apart are they?" He asked.

"They're, uh, every 5 minutes now..." She admitted. Will smiled,

"Okay, I'll call Henry's sitter." He said, pulling out his phone as the doctor entered with Henry's release papers. JJ listened to the man as he gave them release instructions and then the small family made their way to the maternity part of the hospital.

___

Lucy Roslyn LaMontagne was born a few hours after JJ was admitted. She was a beautiful baby girl with a head full of blonde hair, just like her mom and her older brother. The couple were both so exhausted, but so happy. Soon, Henry was brought in to meet his new sister and when the team got back into town, they all crowded in to meet the new LaMontagne baby. JJ just wished Emily could be there to see the beautiful baby.

#criminal minds #criminal minds fandom #jennifer jareau #fanfic #fanfiction #William LaMontagne Jr #Willifer #Wilifer #Will x JJ #JJ/William LaMontagne Jr #JJ x Will #Jennifer Jareau x Will Lamontage

[katytheinspiredworkaholic]

Hey there!!! Hope everything is well and good with your babies and you!! ❤️❤️ I re-read the fic because I do that on every update!!! I was wondering, in the last chapter when spencer visited Aaron's office, there was this photo of Spence with Henry. Did you have any reference for that pic? Like I would love too see if there's any such picture is available coz Spencer with Henry rules my heart 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Today's update was wonderful as always and I'm so pumped up for the next one!! Thank you for spoiling us with your writing! Take care! ❤️❤️❤️

Oh wow 💕😱💕 I love that you reread it, that makes me so happy. I do the same to keep the continuity up to date. And I wish there was a photo that fit that description, I mostly made it up myself. I do have a few pictures that I think of when I talk about Spencer's smile in that photo -- because it was the one in JJ's office originally that Aaron was thinking of the day he finds out that Spencer is Henry's godfather. Usually selfies of MGG's, that wide smile that's all sunshine where you can practically hear his laugh it's so expressive.

Usually this one:

Thank you so much for reaching out, I love talking about the fic since it's all I think about all day xD I'm so glad you're still enjoying it, and I can't wait until the next chapter as well! The scene that started it all is finally happening, I'm so excited to share it. Thank you again my dear, the kids and I are doing wonderful now (ty for asking about them 🥺💕) Take care love

#asks #asks from the sweetest people #correspondence #I know it's not Spencer and Henry but I hope it gives you a little more of a visual. Maybe I'll try and draw it one day

[leahblackk]

Through thick and thin

(Not my gif. Whoever made it thank you and I’m sorry)

Request: Could I request an angsty pregnancy fic with a happy ending? Thanks

Summary: Reader is pregnant, she was happy about it. Joy all over her body, her and Spencer had been married for two years now, and a child was all they wanted, until she heard him confess something that made her think. Does he really want a child?

Warnings: Mentions of the kidnapping between JJ and Spencer, only that JJ is not the one confessing. Pregnancy, marital problems. And mentions of blood. 

Couple: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

So… this is my first time writing about pregnancy. This is traumatic. But beautiful at the same time. Let me know what you think of this here. And here is my masterlist. 

Tagging: @measure-in-pain and @alexlovescriminalminds

Joy.

Happiness.

Excitement.

Those words weren't enough to describe what Y/n Reid was feeling. It was, maybe, a combination of all of them in their higher level. Emotions all over the place, playing with her as little children. What a funny comparison.

She sat on the cold bathroom floor. Her shaky hands held with force a positive pregnancy test, marking her future. She was pregnant. Truly pregnant.

It was a revelation—something she wasn't expecting.

Well… Maybe a little. Otherwise, she wouldn't even have that test in her hands.

She thought of that as proof of the immense love she and Spencer shared so dearly for all those almost three years. What they had been through, it made them stronger. And maybe this was a reward for them not giving up. That was what she preferred to think of.

She couldn't believe it!

However, she couldn't deny the nervous feelings mixing with the happy ones as she thought about everything. She never threw away the idea of becoming a mother, but she didn't think about becoming one so soon.

She felt scared. Of course, she did. She always thought that bringing such a pure, innocent creature into the wicked and malicious world wasn't a very good thing. And she was also scared of the future ahead.

Parenting doesn't come with a manual, she thought.

She didn't have a normal job, and neither did her husband. Both FBI agents. She was scared of leaving too early and not being able to be there for their child.

Of course, she was scared.

But happiness remained in her soul when she looked down at the test. Mostly to think about Spencer's reaction, she thought it would be pure happiness as he has always dreamt about forming a family. The way he acted around Hank and Henry was proof of his parental abilities. And now that was their reality, but at the same time, she feared that precious dream would eventually turn into a nightmare.

She was over the moon, but she feared she would come down eventually.

Tears rolled down her cheeks, not sadness. There was no sadness in them. She was happy! Even though all that anxiety and insecurities, she was delighted. She now was going to be able to teach their child things about life and things she learned. Be there for them. Loving them and letting them know the world wasn't a bad place in its totality. Even when they face monsters, the heroes remain up and fighting with all the strength they got left.

And mostly, her heart felt warm at the thought of Spencer being a dad. She knew he would also be worried and nervous, they've discussed this topic before, but just like her, he wanted that with all his heart. He truly wanted, or that was what he told her. That was what she believed. 

She imagined him carrying the baby around, being that fantastic father she knew he was. Celebrating holidays together, mainly Halloween, as they both were obsessed with the festivity.

She felt butterflies. Everything was going to change now, and she was sure it would be for the better. She hoped it was going to be for the better.

She stands up and hides the test behind some pills and lotions on the counter. Then she looks at herself in the mirror, her hands wandering down to her belly. She lifted her black blouse feeling the soft fabric in the process, and saw her stomach.

She smiled softly. She didn't have that much time, but she was already excited.

"Angel?" she heard the soft voice of her husband coming to the room.

She put her blouse down and wiped her tears away, trying to look as normal as possible, fixing her hair, and then she got out of the bathroom to meet her beloved husband. Hiding the news behind the smile and sweet eyes.

She looked at those hazel eyes, and that fluffy caramel hair that was a little bit wet because of the shower he had taken an hour before. He wore a grey suit with a lavender purple shirt and grey tie as well. He looked stunning.

"Hi, love," she smiled, finally saying something. Spencer's beauty was something that mesmerized her every time.

He looked up at her. She was glowing, and he was happy about it. His breath got cut once more, as it always did. His eyes lit with love and adoration, getting closer to her and putting his hands around her waist. He breathed in her scent, that one that made him feel at home, in peace.

She was his home, and he was hers.

He got her closer to his body, starving of her touch and warmth. Spencer kissed her head and then connected her forehead with his with soft movements while he closed his eyes, and she did as well.

To be honest, Spencer was upset.

He could feel something different. Maybe not in her, but in the surroundings. He could feel something bad, and the only way to calm his anxiety and running thoughts were being closer to her.

So he did that.

"How are you?" he asked.

Y/n chuckled, which made Spencer smile, still with his eyes closed. "We woke up together. I think you know that already, don't you, honey?"

He let out a chuckle, "Did you know that people, even married ones, can keep secrets from their partner? Sometimes they hide things because they are afraid or maybe because they don't want to feel like they are a burden," he quickly rambled. "So.. are you okay?"

She almost thought he knew about everything, but that would be nearly impossible as she verily knew now even. Waiting to give the news. She sighed and opened her eyes. She looked at him, so peaceful, so beautiful with his eyes closed and his long eyelashes resting carefully.

Spencer felt her gaze and opened his eyes, looking deep into her, falling in love even more.

"Yes, I am, love. What about you?"

"That depends on you?"

"How come?"

"Would you give me a kiss?"

"I will give you all the kisses you want."

"You are so cheesy sometimes," Spencer joked and chuckled when his wife let a gasp out and softly smacked his arm.

"You are the one asking for kisses. You know what? I'm gonna deprive you of them now. Go away, sir," she said, trying to keep a smile and wanting to turn around, but he hugged her and hid his face on her neck, kissing her softly. He pulled away and looked at her.

"It's Doctor for you, Reid."

"Then you cant call me Reid."

"Why? Is your last name, isn't it?" He smiled at the thought of it.

"It is, but you married me, didn't you?" she put her arms around his neck. Spencer hugged her closer.

"I had the honour and luck to do so, yes."

"So then as your wife I call you however I want."

He looked down at her lips, licking his own, "Fair enough," he whispered.

"My eyes are up here,” she joked.

"I know, I'm just looking at my next sweet," and before she said anything, he connected their lips together while they softly danced with love and passion. Spencer couldn't communicate his feelings too well, and the only way he got to do so was with touch, so with that. He kissed her, and he whispered I love you little million times.

And she kissed him back with the same love and passion. Without rush, or hurry or worry, just love, pure love.

But their love got interrupted when Spencer's phone started ringing in his left pocket. He growls in the middle of the kiss, and that makes his wife chuckle.

He pulled away, grabbing her face with his hands, feeling her softness, and giving her little quick kisses. The phone is still ringing as its life depends on it.

"Answer," she said.

"Alright, I will," he said, taking his phone out, but before she left, he gave her another quick kiss. "For good luck," he whispered.

…

Y/n wasn't going to work that day, even if Spencer was just called in a case. She talked with Hotch, saying that she couldn't make it because she had medical stuff to do. He didn't entirely believe her but still, let her be.

She called Penelope, her best friend, to come into her house as she wasn't needed right now in the job so they could go and check her baby.

But she hasn't given the news to the blonde girl just yet.

A knock on the door took Y/n out of her phone. Spencer was texting if she wanted some company with her while she went to the doctor, she used the excuse of going with the gynecologist. She, of course, denies it as he did was needed in the field, besides, he couldn’t found out just yet.

Y/n got up feeling a little bit dizzy with the sudden movement and walked to the door. "Why the doctor? Are you okay, baby?" Pen quickly said as soon as her friend opened the door.

"Hello to you too," she chuckled, and the woman smiled. Y/n step aside, letting her free path into her sweet household. "I have something to tell you, but you can't tell anyone just yet, Pen. Promise me?"

"I promise, don't worry," Pen quickly said, sitting down on the couch in the living room, taking a pillow, and putting it on her lap. She waited silently for Y/n to start talking, but she couldn't let the words out. For instinct, she put her hands on her belly, something she had been doing since she found out about the new coming member. Pen gasped, the movement being evident to her, "Are you? Are you pregnant with a baby genius?"

Again, she couldn't let the words out of her mouth and just nodded with tears coming down her eyes. Pen gasped again, tears following down as well. "Oh my god," Garcia let out.

"Oh my god indeed," Y/n chuckled.

"Oh my god, I can't believe this… No, wait, I can. You have been acting weird. You have been craving my sweets more often, which I didn't consider odd as I know how well I bake but… oh my god. Does boy wonder know?"

Y/n shocked her head, "I just found out this morning. I'm not ready to tell him just yet."

"And do you want to be a mother? Because if you don't, I completely understand," Pen said, worried.

"No, I mean yes, yes. I want to Pen. I just, I'm just nervous, and that's okay. It's been too quick, and all of a sudden, but I do," Garcia smiled sweetly.

"Can I be the godmother?"

"Thought you would never ask," both women laughed.

…

"Alright, Mrs. Reid, let's see your baby," the doctor said, putting the cold gel on Y/n's belly. She let out a soft gasp because of the coldness of it.

 Pen was the most excited. She was about to jump and scream for excitement, but she just smiled, trying to keep calm.

"Okay, Mrs.Reid, that's your baby right there," the doctor points to the screen beside her. That was, tiny as a bean, but it was her baby. Their baby.

"Oh my god, they look just like Spencer and you," Pen said with happy tears on her cheeks. Y/n and the doctor laughed. That wasn't true. They weren't fully formed just yet.

"They look like shrimp," Y/n laughed.

"That's because they have four weeks," Doctor Montgomery explained.

"A month," Y/n whispered.

They have been inside her for a month now.

A month.

Pens phone buzzed. She took her phone out. It was a text from Emily.

Spencer and JJ are held as hostages. You and Y/n need to come right now.

It's funny how happiness can be turned down as quickly as in a blink of an eye. Or text in this case.

Y/n turns to look at Pen with a smile on her, but the smile quickly turns into a frown. The change in her mood was noticeable. That text upset her.

"Is everything all right?" Y/n asked.

Pen only softly smiled.

No. It wasn't.

…

"Truth or dare. That's your game, right?" JJ said, standing up while the unsub pointed his gun at her, "I'll play," Spencer looked at her with worried eyes.

"I will as well," The doctor said. He wasn't going to let her friend like that.

While Spencer's wife stood next to Pen playing with her ring, Garcia tried to envision the shop. Pen looked at her, "Baby, you need to sit down. That won't make any good to baby bean," Garcia explained.

Y/n nodded and sat while she heard the keyboard being tapped with fast moves, "We are in!" she said while having a clear vision of Spencer and JJ in the shop.

The unsub walked around JJ, "Okay, agent. Truth or dare."

"Truth."

JJ looked at Spencer, "I'll play first," he quickly said. He knew JJ’s secrets, they were best friends but he won’t let her out just like that, when it was so difficult to get to even tell her best friend.

Y/ns breath got cut.

"I was talking to her," Casey directed the gun to Spencer.

Y/n and Pen held hands, being too nervous about what they witnessed.

"I know. But she's innocent. She doesn't have good things to confess. I-I do," Spencer said.

"Why'd you have to confess, pretty boy? Huh?" he chuckled and walked to Spencer. "You have a perfect life—a beautiful one. You are an FBI agent. You are married, with a beautiful wife. I've seen her," Spencer looked down, thinking about his wife and this morning. Oh, how he wished to be in her arms now. But at the same time, he felt disgusted by the way Casey talked about her. He had seen her.

Casey turned around and turned back to shoot next to Spencer. Y/n jumped and let a soft sobbed. Garcia looked at her. She had her hands on her belly. She noticed how she has been doing that a lot.

"I dare you to say something you are afraid to say, then, Pretty boy. Tell me something no one has ever known, something real," Casey said.

"I-I am afraid of forgetting the people I love. To forget what I have lived with them, to forget who I am," Spencer said.

She knew that.

Y/n knew that.

Casey chuckled and shot the woman beside him on the leg. She gasped out of pain and tripped over the floor, "Boring! Give me something more. I know she knows that. Tell me something no one knows, Spencer, or you won't live out of this to come to her."

Spencer trembled with the piece of glass behind him.

He was afraid of leaving his wife... Truly afraid. To leave her alone.

He had to say it.

He had to.

Even if that would cause him trouble.

He only hoped she didn't hear it.

"Come on!" Casey exclaimed.

"Everyone thinks," he breathed in and out. Trying to untie his hands while blood came down to the floor, the glass cutting him as well, "Everyone, even my wife, thinks I want to have children. And at some point, I did as well. But I concluded that I didn't want to. There's too much risk. There are too many things. I don't want to have children, and I don't know how to tell my wife that."

Silence.

Silence was everything Y/n heard.

She could feel Pen's hand grasping hers. She could feel her heart beating and the movement on her stomach. She knew it was all on her mind. Their… her baby couldn't move much just yet.

But besides that, she felt numb.

Completely numb.

She was pregnant and excited to tell her husband the news. But now, she heard him say he didn't want to have children.

What was she going to do?

She loved Spencer

But she loved their child too.

Her child.

Hers.

If Spencer doesn't want any part of that, that's okay. She won't force him. But she was going to have her child.

"Hot damn, that's what I'm talking about," Casey laughed, "But not good enough to save her life," he pointed the gun to JJ, but before his trigger was pulled, Spencer pulled his first.

Casey, with a gasp, went numb to the floor.

He was now dead.

…

Spencer and JJ got out of the shop. He saw his wife talking with Penelope and Hotch.

He could see her upset. She was trembling and with tears in her eyes. One of her hands was on her stomach, and the other moved while she talked.

Did she…?

No.

She couldn't.

She was at the doctor's.

She couldn't.

"Spence," JJ said behind him.

JJ knew Y/n was pregnant. Not because someone told her but because she saw it in her. She had been pregnant as well.

She knew.

Spencer turned around.

Her face said it all.

His wife was pregnant.

That realized everything.

Her sudden appetite. Her sudden dizziness.

And now the hand on her belly. She wanted to feel the baby. To protect them from the world.

She was pregnant.

Her wife was pregnant.

Y/n was pregnant. His Y/n.

And he said all those horrible things.

His world came down. Y/n looked at him, and Spencer turned around to look at her as well. She was sad, upset. Tears came down her cheeks.

He had hurt her and their baby with his words.

"Is she…?" Spencer was scared to say it out loud. But he didn't need to ask. He knew.

"Go talk to her," JJ said. It wasn't something she could say. It wasn't something she had to be in the middle. It was between them, and JJ respected that. She respects her friends.

Spencer walked to her wife. Y/n turned around.

"I need to get out of here, Pen, please," she sobbed.

Hotch looked at her and then at Spencer.

He walked to Spencer, stopping him while Pen guided Y/n to the SUV.

"What are you doing? I need to talk to her before it's too late," he said desperately. He couldn't lose his wife.

"She's agitated right now, Spencer, but she's willing to talk to you. Just give her some time. All this stress isn't good for… her," Spencer looked at him.

"I know she's pregnant."

"And you are a genius, Spencer. You must know good stress can affect a baby."

He nodded.

He couldn't lose them too.

…

Y/n came to their house with Penelope by her side. Y/n sat on the couch and put a blanket over herself.

"You can go. I'll be fine," she softly smiled.

"And leave you and my godchild alone? Nope, that's not happening."

"Pen, they need you more than I do right now. You must have some work to do, and I need some time to think before he comes back."

"But call me if you need anything Y/n. And when I say anything is anything. Even if you can't reach something," Y/n chuckled.

"I will."

Pen gave her a quick kiss on the forehead to then put her hands on her belly, "Your daddy loves you even if he's confused right now," she whispered to her stomach.

Y/n tried to keep the tears in while Penelope walked away from their home, and when she was sure she left, Y/n let the sobs out.

…

Spencer ran with all his strength to their home. That's where Penelope told him she was. He couldn't let her go, them go.

He entered the house and looked for her. Tears coming down his face when he couldn't see her anywhere near.

Spencer went upstairs and opened the door to their shared room. He let his breath out, the one he didn't know he was holding when he saw her on the bed, but his heart broke when he saw the bags. She didn't leave, but she was going to.

"Angel," he said softly.

She looked up at him.

Guilt.

Fear.

Sadness.

That "Angel," didn't feel the same.

"Angel, please," he walked to her and kneeled. "Let's fix this," he let out a sob.

She shooked her head, "There's anything else to fix, Spence," she softly said. She wasn't mad. She was hurt—deeply hurt.

She didn't blame him for not wanting to have children. She didn't.

She blamed him for not telling her before. But she wasn't mad either. She understands.

"Yes, there is. I know how you feel but let me explain…"

"No, Spencer. I'm pregnant, and you don't want to have children. I understand that. But I do. I do want to have them," she put, once more, her hand down on her belly. Rubbing it. Spencer looked down at her stomach and sobbed, "I understand if you don't want to. I understand the risks and your problems, and I won't force you to. I won't. That's why I'm leaving," she put her hands on his cheeks caressing them, he looked up at her, "I'm not mad at you Spence. I'm not. You were the best husband and the best man I have ever known. I will always love you, but I won't give up on my child."

He sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. Her words hurt him like a knife digging into his heart. She was going to stand up, but Spencer put her arms around her waist, putting her down. She was going to complain, but Spencer rested his cheek on her stomach, then kissed it repeatedly. His lips pressed there, he spoke.

"H-hi baby. It's your dad," Y/n sobbed, "I owe you and mommy an apology, but she's a little stubborn and didn't let me speak. I bet you would be just like her, "he chuckled, "I-I don't entirely know if you can hear me. All the things I learn about babies are confusing now, but you will be a genius just like mommy and me, so I bet you hear what I say. I-I said to the bad man earlier I didn't want to have children, and I won't lie and say that was a lie because it wasn't, until now. It's a lie, baby, it is. I want you, okay? Daddy was just scared. You know, grandma has something called schizophrenia, and that's an illness that can be passed to your children, and I was scared you would have it too, or that I would. But grandma is lovely. Grandma, besides your mommy, is the most beautiful, intelligent, and kind woman I have ever known. She raised me correctly, just like mommy and I will with you, baby. You will be so loved. Can you forgive daddy for what he said? He didn't mean those words. He was just scared," he looked up at his wife, who was crying with a small smile, "And you angel. Would you forgive me?"

Y/n nodded. She couldn't let the words out, and Spencer put his hands on her face kissing her deeply. Just like they did earlier.

"I love you. I love you both."

"We love you more, Spence. We do."

He cried.

He had a family now.

What he wanted before the fears and insecurities attacked him. He had a family on his own. He didn’t need to watch now his friends children and wish they were his.

He had one now.

He put his lips once again on her belly kissing it over and over, apologizing. And they spend the whole night talking about their baby.

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[mercy-burning]

She’s An Angel

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Spencer discovers that Reader has a rather promiscuous personality behind closed doors, and he can’t help but give into her. Category: SMUT (18+), (there’s a lil fluff at the end, but it’s mostly filth lol) Warnings: Language, heavy flirting and sexual tension, female/male-receiving oral sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, innocence kink (kinda?), breeding kink, dirty talk Word Count: 10.8k

***EDITED: 7/23/2021***

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NOTE: Hi, guys! This is my entry for @willowrose99 ‘s 1-Year Writing Challenge Celebration! My prompts were: Only Angel by Harry Styles (fun fact, this is my favorite Harry song! And the notes/texts that Reader sends to Spencer are lines from the song), stealing clothes, and the dialogue “You know, I kinda like it when you call me -pet name-” I hope you all enjoy it! I had SO MUCH FUN writing this!!!

Also! Little fun fact: sex and metaphors/references to religion is like... my favorite thing in the whole world, so I made a tiny playlist for you to give a listen if you’re interested! If you have song recs so I can add them, please let me know! I’m always on the lookout for new stuff :) Enjoy!!

***

He didn't think much of it the first day she started working at the BAU. If anything, Spencer was glad that they had an intern— someone who could share some of their responsibilities without completely changing the dynamic of the work. She even became part of their family, going out with them after cases, attending every workplace gathering, whether it be a wedding for a co-worker they didn't see often, one of Rossi's dinner parties, or Henry's birthday party.

It wasn't until they were setting up for the BAU office Halloween party that he noticed something was... different.

Y/N and Spencer were put on decorating duty while everyone else brought food and music, and whatever else. They stopped by extra early to set up, meaning they would be there together, alone, for at least two hours before anyone showed up.

Normally that wouldn't have been anything to worry about, but Y/N showed up in costume, and it completely threw him for a loop.

Now, he wasn't one to really care whether or not people used Halloween as an outlet to dress like sexy nurses or cheerleaders or whatever else. Sure, he'd rather go with something on the scary side, something with a creepy mask or intricate makeup, but in the end the holiday was everyone's to enjoy how they wanted to. And one way or the other, he never saw anyone in a sexy Halloween costume and found himself tempted by them in the slightest. In fact, it was rare that he ever saw anyone in one at all.

So, when Y/N slowed up to the office wearing a very skin-tight, tiny schoolgirl costume, and his heart leapt out of his chest, mouth going dry and blood running hot at the sight of her?

He was a goner.

Her eyes lit up when she saw him, dropping the large bag she was carrying to run over and give him a hug, which he shakily returned, trying to snap out of his daze. Suddenly he felt a little underdressed, not wearing his costume yet, and truthfully, he wasn't sure if he wanted to wear one at all now, fearful that she'd think it was too immature.

Even more frightening than the holiday itself was the fact that Spencer found himself caring about what Y/N would think of his costume when a minute ago it hadn't even crossed his mind.

He cleared his throat and blinked rapidly before she released him from her hug, hoping to expel his fear and remember that she was his friend and she'd never actually say anything bad about his costume. Not that that'd even mattered in the first place. It shouldn't have mattered, right?

God, pull yourself together! She's just a pretty girl dressed in a suggestive costume, it's nothing you haven't seen before...

Though, he wasn't even sure he could call her a pretty girl right then.

Because when she pulled away from him, talking about some of the decorations she brought, he had ample opportunity to get a good look at her costume up close. And she wasn't pretty. She was downright sexy, all legs protruding underneath a short plaid skirt and adorning shiny black heels, curly hair tumbling down her shoulders in pigtails. Her shirt was so low, most of the buttons undone to reveal a black lacy bra underneath. She wore a pair of glasses that sat cutely on the tip of her nose and minimal makeup, the only noticeable thing being bright red lip color.

That wasn't what was different, though.

Sure, she'd never worn anything that scandalous around work or even on nights out, but it wasn't the fact that she'd done so now that felt strange. No, it was the way she looked up at him, her head hung low and her eyes looking up through eyelashes. When she got excited to tell him something, she pitched her voice higher. And often times, she'd put herself in compromising positions, and it seemed like it was on purpose.

At one point she stood right in front of him trying to hang a streamer on a beam she was most certainly not tall enough to reach. Her arms stretched high, all fabric on her body rising up and exposing more skin. Spencer quickly tried to avoid any problems, offering to help so she wouldn't hurt herself, first of all, but also so that he wouldn't find himself staring too long when he shouldn't have been staring at all.

The whole time they were decorating, she found excuses to drop things and pick them up, to stumble and hold onto his arm for steadiness, to accidentally brush past him... And that's what was so different about her.

He didn't want to assume she'd been drinking before coming to the office, and if he'd known any better he wouldn't have assumed it in the first place. But that was the one and only thing that crossed his mind that could have been the answer to her strange behavior, despite the lack of alcohol on her breath. (The only reason he knew her breath didn't smell of alcohol was because at one point, she hugged him again and pulled back to look in his eyes, brushing stray curls from his face and telling him they did a good job finishing up the room they'd been working on.)

Now they were in the conference room, and Spencer was hanging streamers as Y/N sat in one of the chairs, wheeled back to the middle of the room so she could observe everything. Well... observe Spencer was more correct. At least that's what he figured, anyway. It was like he could feel her eyes burning into the back of him. Or maybe he was just still unable to get over the fact that she and her stupidly hot costume had had that big of an effect on him.

He stood down from the chair and asked Y/N to hand him more tape, refusing to look at her.

"Spence, are you alright?" she asked sweetly, rolling her chair over to the table so she could reach the tape. The innocent concern in her voice had that same suspicious tone to it that wouldn't leave him alone, like it was nagging him and calling to him... begging to confront her.

He flicked his gaze down to meet hers for the briefest of seconds before looking back at the table. "N—Yeah, I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" She picked up the tape and toyed with it between her fingers, which were manicured a light pink color. He couldn't help but stare at them. "You seem a little... on edge."

With a swallow, an attempt to bring moisture back to his throat, Spencer shook his head. "I'm... No, I'm sure. Everything's fine."

Y/N sighed. "Well, I've been working with you profilers for some time now, and... I think I can tell when you're lying. Was it... something I did?"

There she went again, her voice high and soft. Innocent. Like she was in character.

Spencer looked at her face again, and then immediately he regretted it. She was half pouting at him, doe-eyed and head tilted to expose her neck. He swallowed again, trying to figure her out while also figuring out what to say.

"No," is what he settled on, audibly nervous.

She could tell, too, because he thought he saw her smirk for just a split second. But then it was gone, replaced once again by her pout. "Oh... Good. Because I thought for a second that you didn't like my costume."

She obviously had to be up to something, right? Was she... flirting with him? And more importantly, did he want her to flirt with him? He'd never really thought about Y/N in that context before, but she was single, beautiful, and... well, truthfully that's all he really knew about her. They'd been friends for about a year now, and he couldn't put together one single thought about her other than the stuttering, muddled confusion over the fact that she was in a sexy Halloween costume and most likely openly flirting with him.

What was that Emily said once about his IQ dropping in the presence of a pretty woman?

Y/N had rendered him utterly thoughtless.

And speechless, too, apparently, because he stood there, staring at her without saying a single word.

"Spencer," she called out softly, almost like a lullaby. Her chair rolled back, away from the table to give him a better view of her legs as she un-crossed them and very slightly opened her knees. "Do you think I'm pretty?"

As if he wasn't already practically burning inside-out since the moment she arrived at the office, now his blood ran hot, and he was suddenly very uncomfortably warm. "U—Um, y—yes, you're... You're beautiful, y—your costume... It's nice, it looks nice on you."

Her pout slowly turned into a smile as she patted her knees. "Thank you... I wore it just for you, you know."

Is this some sort of bizarre dream? he wondered, his knees almost buckling at her words, their tone, and the meaning of it all.

"Y—You did?" he whispered brokenly.

"Mnmm," she drawled as her fingers toyed with themselves. "You teach, right?"

"Sometimes."

Y/N hummed and nodded, her legs still closed enough that he couldn't see anything... extra promiscuous. "You know, I bet you have quite a few students who find you attractive... Tell me, do any of them dress like this?"

She leaned back in the chair and started to run her hands slowly up the inside of her thigh, just above her knee. "Do they ever... Sit in the front row and... spread their legs just enough for you to see the pretty panties they picked out... just for you..."

By now her hands were resting on the inside of her thighs, her legs spread in exactly the way she'd described. He couldn't help himself. There she was, offering herself to him, and in his line of vision was the faintest glimpse of baby pink fabric that matched the color of her fingernails.

He didn't even know how to verbally respond. By now he was sure his face was beet red, and his palms were sweating so badly and struggling to keep him upright as he leaned forward on the table. Ah, the table— the only thing separating him from her, a fact which he wasn't quite sure if he was thankful for or not.

The spell she had around her broke when her phone rang. And just like that, it was like she was... herself again. At least, the 'herself' Spencer had always known. She sat up and walked over to the other side of the room to grab her phone from her bag, reading the screen as he struggled to catch his breath.

"It's Penelope. She has a costume emergency I have to help with. Are you good putting the rest of these up?"

"U—Um, yeah. Yeah, go."

Y/N smiled and grabbed her bag, thanking him as she walked past and left him behind.

He heard her call back as her figure was etching itself into his brain, ready to remain there until the end of time. "Can't wait to see your costume!"

***

Luke and Tara were having a conversation that he was supposed to be paying attention to, but Spencer's mind was still occupied by Y/N and her... outward display of sensuality.

Her voice was echoing in his brain, replaying over and over how she'd dressed up for him. And the longer he tried to wrap his brain around everything, the more he wound up confused. Where had her forwardness even come from? Had she been actively interested in him this whole time and he just hadn't seen it until now? A possibility, but why had she chosen to go to that extreme rather than just tell him the truth? Maybe she'd just found being overtly sexual an easier tactic than others?

Or maybe, in the end, she was just messing with him. Even though Derek had moved away, it was entirely possible that he'd somehow concocted one of his ridiculous pranks and roped Y/N into helping him since he wasn't around to do it himself. A smart move, though it was highly unlikely.

Spencer just didn't know what to do. Depending on how the rest of the night went, he was probably just going to have to muster up the courage to ask her what her intentions were. And depending on what she says, he was going to have to figure out what he wanted from their relationship... Did she want just sex? Did he want just sex? Did she want to go out with him? Is that something he would want as well?

He was just about to mull it over when Penelope's boisterous laugh sounded from the other side of the room. Spencer looked up, eager to see if Y/N was with her, since she'd been called away on a costume emergency. Penelope was dressed as a devil, red sparkly horns on her red-streaked, curled hair. She was dressed head-to-toe in a red dress and shoes that felt very much like her, with feathers and sequins, and her makeup was also red and black and absolutely glittery.

And sure enough, behind her stood the woman who'd been occupying Spencer's mind for the past hour and a half. Though, she wasn't dressed as a schoolgirl anymore.

He found himself swearing under his breath as he took her in, shimmering where she stood, dressed in all white.

She was an angel.

An actual angel. Her hair fell loose around her, accessorized with a headband with a golden halo attached to it. Her dress was still pretty form-fitting, though nowhere near as scandalous as her previous outfit. It was long and flowed out at the bottom until it hit the floor, a ring of gold at the hem. The sleeves were also long and bell-bottomed, accented with gold at the end.

And from where Spencer stood, even that far away, he noticed the glitter that surrounded her eyes, gold to compliment the color on her dress. Her lips were still bright red, and her glasses were gone. And the wings... As small as they were—most likely to keep from taking up too much space—they stood out in any crowd, purely white and outlined in gold, just like the rest of her outfit.

Why had she changed? Did... she actually change at all? Had he truly only imagined their encounter hours ago?

"Any... specific angels crossing your mind?" Spencer heard Luke say, punctuated with a pat on the shoulder.

He blinked and looked at him. "What?"

"Y/N... She makes a pretty good angel, eh?"

"Uh, yeah, I—I guess so."

Luke and Tara laughed, obviously amused by all of this. But they hadn't seen her earlier. They hadn't been there to witness her seducing him and acting like she'd done it a million times over. They didn't know what she was doing to him, inhabiting every corner of his brain and driving him mad trying to figure it all out.

But it wasn't uncommon for his friends to tease him about the female attention he got sometimes. And when it was obvious that he was flustered, they kept the friendly teasing going. And every time, he settled on leaving it alone, because he knew it would pass and he wouldn't have to worry about it again, at least until the next woman hit on him in public.

And Y/N? She worked with them. As long as she was in his head, he was afraid he'd never stop being flustered in her presence.

So he had to know. He had to talk to her and see what was going on, no matter how awkward it might get.

For now though, it was Halloween, and he was going to spend the night with his friends while doing the very rare amount of drinking and the more frequent amount of laughter.

The night didn't come without a few looks in Y/N's direction, though. She never came up to him directly, though a few times he'd catch her looking at him. And each time, she'd wave and continue on her merry way, laughing with Emily or doing some silly dance with Penelope in their coupling costumes.

Honestly, if earlier hadn't happened, he would have thought nothing of it. She was being completely normal. Happy, friendly... Simply Y/N, as he'd known her for the past year and a half.

He just finished saying goodbye to JJ, who was leaving early to go trick-or-treating with her kids, when she finally approached him. At the sight of her getting closer, her otherworldliness making his blood go warm again, he tried to compose himself. After all, there was no way she'd do anything sensual in public like this, right?

"I didn't get a chance to compliment you on your costume yet," she said brightly, her voice not carrying that higher tone from before. "You make a very believable zombie."

He looked down at his tattered clothes, a small laugh escaping him. "Thank you... It's no high-level makeup job, but I tried my best."

When he looked back up to her, the shimmer of her makeup basked her in a glow that made it incredibly hard to breathe. She really was pretty. Still sexy, of course, but in an understated way this time.

And he couldn't help but bring up the difference. "You... changed."

Something sparkled in her eyes then, giving them a devious glint that inherently contradicted her costume, and the mere implications of that made him tremble, especially as she said, "Mhm... I figured the schoolgirl costume was a little too inappropriate for the workplace. And besides... I did say I wore it just... for you..."

So he hadn't imagined the whole thing... On the one hand he was relieved to know he wasn't freaking out over something that hadn't actually happened. But... on the other, what did that leave him with?

It left him with a woman who was standing in front of him, dressed like an angel while giving him all sorts of devilish feelings.

Once again she'd rendered him speechless, though now his thoughts were filled with images of those pretty, glimmering eyes above him, watching as he worshipped her between her legs... Of her hands twisted in his hair as he showed her just how much he wanted her, to show her how beautiful she was.

Those thoughts were interrupted when she got closer, toying with a stray curl that stuck out from his head. She twirled it around her finger and looked up at him, doe-eyed again as she purred, "Happy Halloween, Doctor Reid."

She was gone too quickly, whisked away by the throes of an office holiday party that, one way or another, served as the beginning to a long, tempestuous affair.

***

In the weeks that followed, Spencer went about his days as normally as he could, focusing on work, and getting ready for another month of teaching, where he'd be away from his friends and, therefore, also away from Y/N.

It's not that he necessarily wanted to be away from her... Yet, after constant flirting with no direction other than his dreams filling with filthy images of the two of them together and no actual outlet for it, he figured a break would do him some good. Of course, he wasn't sure what would await him when he came back—if she'd forget about all of it and give up or if she'd come at him stronger than before.

It was his final day before leave, and so naturally, Y/N had to make it hard on him. He was sure that's what she was doing.

Since it was getting colder, she strayed away from skirts, though occasionally she would show up to work in a longer dress or a shirt that hugged her in all the right places, especially on the days that he would be working with her more. She had the BAU's schedules on hand always, so she had to be using that as a way to get to him.

On those days, she often used her higher pitch when she spoke to him, and her eyes were always adventurous— they wandered over every part of his body and sometimes quickly blinked away when he caught her, accompanying an embarrassed smile. (Though, Spencer was convinced she really was absolutely not embarrassed.)

Other times she pulled the "Oops, I dropped something," trick, and "You know, it's almost Winter but it's still so warm in here, don't you think?" followed by a stretch of her body as she slowly put her hair up or dragged it over her shoulder. 

His plan was to wait until he got back from leave, assess their situation from there after he'd cleared his head for a while, and then talk to her about what the hell was going on. Though the thought of confronting her scared him a little, he knew he couldn't let this go on any longer without some sort of conversation about what was next... What it all meant. It would drive him crazy otherwise.

With all the sensual, suggestive looks and actions she was throwing at him, though, it was a wonder he hadn't gotten to that point already.

As if she'd figured this out—because of course she would have found a way to get into his brain and know what he was thinking and feeling before he could even do so himself—Y/N stood by a storage closet with a clipboard. She pretended to write things down, when in reality she was looking up at him every so often, biting her lip and crossing her legs where she stood. She looked utterly desperate for something, almost like it was painful for her to be deprived of whatever it was she was looking for.

Spencer had a sneaking suspicion he knew what that was. And the thought sent a wave of electricity through his veins. All day she'd been going extra hard in attempts to catch his attention, and since it was his final day before leaving for a month, he knew that had to be the reason why.

If catching his attention was her goal, she'd definitely succeeded.

Across the room, and across a small sea of co-workers who were head-down, going through paperwork, he caught her eye and waited, his fingers twitching like they wanted to reach out to her. She tilted her head to the side and tucked her bottom lip between her teeth, staring back at him like she was in a daydream.

And sure enough, she was standing underneath a light, one singular beam that sat atop her head like a halo and bathed her in a soft glow.

Even without the costume, she was an angel... For a moment Spencer wondered if maybe she'd planed on it all from the start— making her move by dressing like an angel on Halloween for one night and then finding any way on purpose to replicate that presence without actually dressing up again. Was it a way to mess with his head, to make him believe that she was calling to him? That she would... save him somehow?

He had to know what she was doing.

So he gave in and stood up, his eyes keeping contact with hers as he got closer and closer. Before he could get to her, though, she winked and then turned around, entering the storage closet and disappearing before his eyes. Still, he followed her, desperately hoping that's what she wanted.

And with a silent prayer that felt ironic as he thought it, Spencer opened the door and entered the adventure that awaited him. Whether it would be heavenly or otherwise he wasn't sure, but either way he was ready to confront it.

Y/N had turned on a desk lamp, its orange glow the only source of light in an otherwise pitch-black space. She leaned back against a table, still standing with her legs crossed over each other, hands bracing themselves on the tabletop. "How's it going, Doctor Reid?"

"What are you doing?" he asked, almost immediately after she greeted him. Now that he was alone with her, away from unassuming eyes, he exhaled and visibly showed his confusion through pleading eyes. "Please, I need to know what you're doing..."

He barely saw the contours of her face through dim lighting as she smiled. "What do you mean?"

"Y/N... Don't do that." He took a step closer, even though the quick beating of his heart signaled that it might have been a dangerous move. "Tell me..."

"Isn't it obvious?" she cooed, her hands coming out to toy with the hem of her frilly skirt.

As he looked down at it, he had to wonder if there really was a God out there, some higher being that sent this angel down to destroy him. How else did it stand to happen that even though it was nearing the end of November, the one day it was warm enough for Y/N not to freeze while wearing a skirt was the final day he had before leaving for a whole moth?—Before it was inevitably snowy and she wouldn't have the luxury to tease him with her skin?

She must have caught his lingering gaze on her legs, because she laughed softly, spreading them to stand a bit further apart while her fingers very lightly pushed the fabric of her skirt up. "I've been trying to get your attention ever since I got here... But you never seemed to notice. So I figured... Why not be a little more... forthcoming..."

"Y—You could have... said something," he whispered, forcing himself to look at her face. But as he was learning, he couldn't look at any part of her without his whole body going up in flames. 

By now she was walking closer to him, small, languid steps that perfectly showcased how her body could move. "Well... Truth is, I was scared... Every time I tried to talk to you, I got really nervous..." Her voice was demure, apologetic almost... Embarrassed. But it had to have just been part of the allure, right? Part of her show? "You're just so... intimidating."

Spencer swallowed, a small laugh coming from him as he tried not to collapse at her closeness. "I'm... I'm really not..."

But she laughed, finally close enough to reach out and grab his tie, which is what she did. She held the fabric in her hands for a few seconds before letting it drop, bringing her pointer finger to gently trace patterns on his chest. "Not in a mean way, silly... You're... incredibly smart, and you're good at your job... You're always so nice to everyone... And I bet you really know how to make a girl feel good..."

He found himself trembling under her touch again as she brought her hand down to meet his. She leaned up to nudge his chin with her nose as she moved his hand to the inside of her thigh. It was only the slightest of touches, nothing rushed or passionate about it. In fact, Y/N seemed more taken with the idea of using her touch to draw everything out— to make him pine for it, lose all semblance of sanity until he finally gave in and did whatever he wanted to her.

"Don't you wanna know what it feels like to touch me?" she whispered, her breath hot on his neck. Meanwhile her hand guided his own farther up her skirt, until he felt her skin getting warmer and warmer with each millimeter. His throat was dry, breath shaky as he fluttered his eyes closed and embraced the moment, embraced the guidance... "To feel how wet you make me?"

His heart practically leapt out of his chest once his hand was finally met with said wetness. Her panties were damp and oh so warm, and he couldn't stop the whine that left his throat as she pressed his fingers hard into her against the fabric. Her fingers covered his like a glove, guiding them in small circles over her clothed clit as she sighed into his neck.

"You feel that?" she asked, nuzzling into his skin. "That's what you do to me, Doctor.  From the moment I saw you, I knew you'd ruin me..."

He breathed a laugh then, finding it utterly ironic how that's how she felt. She could have just been toying with him, but there was enough longing and desperation in her voice to let him know she really meant it. She'd been waiting for him to come along and whisk her away...

So that's what he was going to do.

Spencer removed his hand from her then, walking them over to the table and pulling her right to him by gripping the waistband of her panties and keeping her still. The gasp she let out fueled him in a way that would have wrecked him if the job hadn't already been done. As he looked down at her, her body was basked in the soft orange luminescence of the desk lamp, a sight that aesthetically added to his desire and farther fueled the heat that had been accumulating in his veins, waiting to be released.

"Is that what you want, angel?" he breathed, the words even taking him by surprise. His sexual experience was far from non-existent, but it was limited enough that he'd never acted this feral before. Never had a partner ever had this strong of a hold on him, so tight that he found it a struggle to breathe. Add on the fact that he wanted to embrace that struggle if it meant being this way with her, and you had a man who was completely unraveling under the allure of one single woman until she ultimately brought forth his demise. "You want me to ruin you?"

Though he was giving in, like he assumed she wanted in the first place, Y/N hummed, tilting her head again and blinking up at him. "You know, I kinda like it when you call me angel..."

Spencer gripped the fabric tighter, and she whined. "Is it what you want?" In other words, Do you want this? 

Y/N nodded, and then he crashed his lips with hers as he tugged at her panties and let them drop to the floor in a pool around her feet. She flung her arms around his shoulders and pressed herself into him more, allowing his tongue to part her lips and explore her with liveliness. She was more than welcome to embracing it, verbally giving him praises in the form of whimpers and physical ones in the form of her hips rolling forward to get more friction.

As one of his hands found purchase under one of her thighs, he thought back to Halloween night, and how he'd imagined his head between her legs. The memory had his entire body tensing with pleasure, and without a second thought, he pulled away and dropped to his knees, looking up at her with what he hoped was the purest form of desire.

He looked up at her, admiring the way her face looked in the dim light, as he lifted one of her legs and placed it on his shoulder. Still keeping eye contact, he tilted his head and kissed the inside of her leg. But eventually he let his focus lean to immersing himself in her pleasure, tearing his eyes away from hers and completely shifting his head to face her leg. His lips trailed upwards, taking his time to remember the taste and the feel of her soft skin. 

The higher he got, the heavier her breathing became, and it wasn't long before he fully had his head under her skirt. She tried to move the fabric so she could see him, but he gripped her wrists and pinned them at her sides, eliciting a laugh from her that quickly turned into a whimper once he brushed his nose over where she ached for him.

Without being able to stop himself, Spencer inhaled, breathing her in and letting out a shaky breath as he inched closer and involuntarily closed his eyes, completely wrapped up in her like he'd never felt before. He was intoxicated by her, even more so when his mouth finally made contact with her dripping cunt.

Feeling her shudder above him was almost as heavenly as the way she tasted, sweet and bitter and oh so delectable. He'd never craved anything more than her in that moment, his tongue lapping her up and making a point to taste all of her. He explored and worshipped and praised her just how he'd imagined he would, though now that it was actually happening and he'd really had a taste of her, he wasn't sure he could ever go back.

Not that he wanted to. Especially as she whined and rolled her hips against his face, seeking more pleasure as she tried to be quiet in the closet.

Spencer, though he knew the importance of keeping it quiet right then, couldn't say he was the same way. Since his head was hiked up her skirt, and his sounds were muffled by her skin, he was as loud as he wanted to be, groaning into her and mumbling praises in between while catching his breath. He reveled in the feeling of her wetness coating the lower half of his face and the sounds that both pairs of her lips were providing. It truly was better than any symphony or choir he'd ever heard, and if he could spend the rest of his life down there, worshipping at her altar and giving her everything she desired, he would have.

But they were at work, and if they were gone too long, it would get suspicious.

So, as much as he wanted to draw out her pleasure—and by association, his own—he focused on getting her to her peak, flicking his tongue out over her clit and letting her hips rock forward to get her exactly where she wanted to be.

He knew she was about to come when she stopped whining and whimpering altogether, the leg she had draped over his shoulder curling and tightening around him to keep herself steady.

His tongue was relentless, keeping at what it was doing while Spencer imagined what her face must have looked like. Were her eyes rolling to the back of her head or were they squeezed tight? And her mouth— was it hanging open? Was her bottom lip tucked between her teeth as she attempted to keep herself from yelling out? And as her hands struggled in his grasp, trying to escape most likely in favor of gripping his hair, he imagined them tied up above her head, attached to his bedframe as he took his time, drawing out every little sound she could have possibly made until she was just as unraveled as he was.

And then her grip loosened all around him, a whiny sigh escaping from her mouth, and Spencer reluctantly drew himself away from her. He dropped her leg from his shoulder and licked at his lips, tasting as much of her as he could before he had to return to work. And then, when he was moving to remove his head from under her skirt, he caught sight of her panties on the ground, picking them up and sliding the garment lightly up along her leg as he stood.

The only thing was, he wasn't putting them back on her.

No, they hung loose between his fingers as they tickled the inside of her legs, and when he finally stood tall enough to tower over her again, he got as close as he could to her, bringing the fabric up between her legs, right where he'd just been, and pressed them firmly to her sensitive pussy.

"Time to clean you up, angel," he whispered, swiping his hand forward and doing exactly that. Y/N whined against his mouth, faintly tasting herself on his lips as he cleaned her.

He kissed her then, gently, removing his hand from under her skirt and depositing the damp fabric right into his pocket.

If Spencer hadn't known already that he was done for, he would have figured it out right then, when he pulled back far enough to see the high, blissed out look in her pretty eyes. She blinked at him and sighed, telling him one final thing before she pushed past him and walked out into the office with no underwear and half-wobbly legs.

"I miss you already, Doctor..."

***

He missed her, too.

The month-long leave was supposed to assist in letting him clear his head, but the longer he was away from her, the more it drove him mad. Occasionally he'd still taste the sweet tanginess of her on his tongue, and no amount of coffee could rinse it out. Sometimes he'd be grading papers and daydream about hearing her whimper out his name as he took care of her.

It didn't help that she also sent him texts, little things that would have sounded innocent to anyone else but had a way more promiscuous meaning to the both of them. They mostly involved the discussion of angels, of course, as she left him with a quote or a song lyric, and other days with a fact about a specific angel.

Today, the morning before classes started, she sent him, She's gonna be an angel, just you wait and see... Spencer didn't know what it meant, what it was referencing, but it was innocent enough that he didn't think anything of it until lunch rolled around and he checked his phone to see another text.

...When it turns out she's a devil in between the sheets.

He couldn't stop thinking about it. All day, even as he was trying to distract himself by lecturing, all he could see in his mind was Y/N. Sometimes with her angel costume on, but mostly with nothing on, her body fitting into his like a puzzle piece as she sighed out his name like a prayer.

And to think, he had one more week until he would see her again.

But then he was looking through his students' quizzes, small sheets of paper with some terminology and matching definitions they needed to pair together. Since there were only about five minutes left until the class was over, he let his students spend the rest of the time how they chose, not really in the mood to burn himself out speaking when he knew it was only a matter of time before he slipped and said something about Y/N that he shouldn't.

The next quiz he grabbed was folded in half, unusual, but he opened it and was looking to go about his merry way regardless. But then he saw a post-it note right in the middle of the paper, reading She's an angel, my only angel, and punctuated with a pair of red lips.

The first thing he did was drop the pen that was in his hand. Not like he did it on purpose, though, he was pretty sure all joint and muscle function was lost upon reading the handwriting he knew so well, and a reference that only she could make.

And then he looked up, eyes scanning the sea of students to find her. She had to have been there, right? A few of the students found it odd that he was just looking through all of them, but all he was worried about was finding her.

And there she was.

Y/N had tucked herself all the way in the back, her eyes locked directly onto him. She winked then, when she knew she had his attention, and all Spencer could think about was how it must have been another dream. Her texts from earlier had gotten to him more than usual, and because of it, he was seeing her everywhere, seeing what he wanted to see.

Even though he wanted to keep looking at her, to try and figure out if she was really there or if she was just a figment of his devilish mind, he didn't want anyone to catch him. To anyone else it would look like he might have been staring at another student, and with the lust he knew was definitely swimming in them, the last thing he wanted to do was get in trouble like that.

So, to his dismay and reluctance, he slipped the note into the drawer beside him and quietly finished grading, even though he was longing to see how else he could let Y/N destroy him.

Even as the bell rang and everyone filtered out, Spencer kept his head low, refusing to look up until everyone was gone and only one person remained.

The quieter it got, the harder he could feel his heart beating. And then the only thing that cut through the silence was that unmistakable, angelic high pitch that would surely never fail to bring him to his knees.

"Did you get my note, Doctor?"

Only then did he allow himself to look up, and when he did, seeing her closer to him than she'd been in almost a month now, it was like the stars aligned. "Yes," he whispered, getting out of his seat and walking around the desk to be as close to her as possible.

She laughed and met him in the middle, nearly trapping him between herself and the desk. Her hands reached out to grab at his suit jacket and he wished that she'd touch him somewhere else. Anywhere else, just to feel the soft warmth of her skin.

"And my texts?" she cooed, taking another step and actually trapping him between her body and his desk.

"Y—Yeah, I got them."

"Oh, good. I've been thinking a lot about how you left me..." She slid her hands then, under his jacket and across his stomach until they reached his waist. "The second I got in my car to go home, you were already on your way here... And I couldn't help but wonder what you were doing with my panties..."

They were currently back in his hotel room, in the drawer and laying atop of his own clothes, a vision that had him reeling, wondering if she was wearing any now. So he asked. "Are... Um..."

Well, he tried to ask, anyway.

Y/N caught on, though, beaming at him as her hands removed herself from him and slipped up her skirt. "You wanna see the pair I'm wearing now?"

"Y/N... There's... Someone could come in, I..."

She clucked her tongue. "Oh, I wouldn't want to get you in trouble, don't worry. I'll just... Give you a quick peek."

She didn't wait for him to respond, lifting the hem of the skirt and stepping back so he could see the front of her underwear, which were white and printed with black cursive lettering.

Angel.

As soon as he exhaled, loud and obviously very turned on at the sight in front of him, she dropped the skirt and smiled. "You like them? I needed to buy a new pair since you felt the need to steal my others..."

Spencer really didn't know what to say. All he knew was that his body was on fire, and the tightening of his pants was extremely dangerous since he had another class in a half hour and there wasn't enough time to take care of it unless they did something right now. And even then, they were in a public area with hardly anywhere to go. His best bet would be to go to the bathroom and be as inconspicuous as possible to take care of it himself. Or, Y/N needed to leave immediately so he could settle down and just let it go away on its own.

Unfortunately, he seemed to have a hard time denying her of anything.

Which was why he didn't stop her when she sunk to her knees.

As she undid his belt, looking up at him  with sparkling eyes, she spoke to him. "Honestly, I had every intention to just make out with you a little, just enough to satiate myself until I can see you again next week, but... Well, I'm wearing lipstick, and I wouldn't want to embarrass you."

He'd made out with a woman before, who'd worn lipstick, and surprisingly it was pretty easy to remove, so he knew she had to have been lying as some part of a bigger scheme, but... he couldn't quite figure out what that was. Obviously she had plans to take care of his erection for him, so why make up the story?

But then she kept talking, only slightly pulling down his pants and palming him through his underwear. "And then I thought about how pretty you'd look covered in lipstick kisses, and, well... It's always good to start somewhere, don't you think?"

Oh...

His stomach did flips when she traced his dick through the fabric covering it, gently with her middle finger. And then, looking into his eyes from below, she pulled it out and slowly stroked it with her hand, a low hum coming from her throat. "Mmm, I can't wait to mark up this pretty cock..."

That's when he lost all semblance of control, a strained groan falling from his lips, coming from the great depths of his chest, just from her words alone. And she took that moment to lean forward and press the gentlest of kisses to the base of his dick. She held her lips there for a second or wo before removing them and moving just a little higher, her eyes never leaving his face.

Her kisses trailed higher and higher, centimeter by centimeter until she reached his tip, where she ever so slightly flicked her tongue over the slit at the top, tasting his precum. And then gave him one final kiss—one final red mark.

The temptation to grab her hair and hold her there while he fucked her throat was strong, but as he looked down at her, she was examining her handiwork with a seductive hunger that made him realize that no matter how strong his urges got, she would always be the one in charge. Even if she acted all innocent and submissive, she was the one who held the key to his sexual desires, and therefore she was the only one who had the ability to unlock them.

So, he contained himself as she looked up at him, winked, and quickly tucked his hard dick back into the confines of his pants.

And when she stood up, she leaned up to his cheek and pressed another kiss there, leaving behind a red mark and all all his sanity with it, quickly turning away before he could catch her.

"See you later, Doctor," she called over her shoulder before she disappeared out the door.

Spencer let out a long, unsteady breath, debating on whether or not he should take care of his situation in the bathroom or right there in the classroom, behind his desk and into the trash can underneath it while he still had ample time to do so.

He sat in the chair about a minute later, his hand moving furiously under the desk as he breathed out hushed whispers of her name.

***

No matter how badly he wanted more alcohol in his system, he wasn't going to allow it. After one drink he was already starting to feel the affects, veins buzzing right along with the low hum of the music from inside. The single streetlight above him provided only the dimmest of lights as he took deep breaths in and out, focusing on the bitter cold from the December air and the soft pelting of snowflakes upon the skin of his cheeks.

Y/N's touch still burned him, right along his inner thigh where her hand had firmly rested while they and the rest of their friends ate dinner at the bar. All night so far, she'd been teasing him to no end, whether it was a brush of her hand against his crotch or a tiny kiss on the shoulder when no one was looking.

How no one had figured them out yet was a mystery.

Spencer rubbed his hands together, trying to keep them warm when he felt it. She was behind him.

"You've been out here for a while, Spence, is everything okay?" Even when she wasn't speaking to him in her angelic higher pitch, he still felt like succumbing to the sound her voice regardless.

He turned around to face her, and sighed. It figured that even surrounded by a street that was covered in brown-tainted snow, she wouldn't have let it taint her beauty. He was convinced that no matter where she was or what she looked like, she'd always be perfect— capable of knocking the breath out of him every time he looked at her. "Honestly, you've been driving me crazy."

"Oh," she said, her eyes slightly shifting to the ground. "Maybe I... did take it too far, I... I'm sorry." The slight tinge of embarrassment and maybe regret that filtered through her voice nearly ran him to the ground— How could she ever believe that he would feel overwhelmed by her? Sure, to some extent, he was extremely overwhelmed by her, but it was never a negative thing.

"Oh, angel, that's not what I meant," he explained softly, taking a few steps towards her.

She lifted her head, eyes doe-eyed and sparkling, though not as they usually were. This time they were swimming in a softness that made him yearn for her even more. "What?"

"I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm absolutely mesmerized by you... Y/N..." Spencer brought a hand to lightly caress her face, and when she leaned into his touch it made him so warm he thought it would melt all of the snow. "I can't get you out of my head, and I... I don't know if I ever want to. I mean that."

"Y—You're not... weirded out or anything?" she asked softly. "That I just... sprung all my feelings and my lust out onto you all at once? B—Because I know it was sudden, and I came on really strong so fast, I just... I thought you liked it, and so I just kept going, but really I should have stopped and... I don't know, asked if you were okay with it..."

He'd seen this softness in her before— When she watched over JJ's kids in the office sometimes, and when she helped Penelope set the table for their 'family dinners'. Every time, on the rare occasion that she actually went on cases with them, when she helped JJ comfort the families who'd lost their loved ones, he saw it. And even through all the lust, that sweetness in her soul was what truly made her an angel. Even though the lust is all he'd been swimming in since Halloween, deep down he really knew that it was only a small part of who she really was.

So, he said to her, "Y/N, I'm enchanted by all of you. I don't... I don't know what happened to make you want to come on strong to me, but... I'm glad you did. Believe me when I say, there is nothing about you that would scare me away."

He didn't know how she was feeling, but she practically visibly melted at his words, right in front of him. "You really mean that?"

With a smile, Spencer stepped even closer and brushed a thumb over her bottom lip. "Of course I mean it, my angel."

She laughed then, her hands wrapping themselves over his waist. "Your angel, huh?"

"Mhm... If you'd like to be..."

Y/N leaned up and pressed her lips to his in answer, firmly and with all the sweetness she had nestled inside her soul.

But the longer they stood there outside the bar, kisses growing warmer and hungrier with each passing second, Spencer realized that he didn't want her sweetness any longer, not tonight anyway. He cradled her face in his hands, feeling the fire in his veins come alive when she whined into his mouth and willed herself closer.

Before he could say fuck it and decide to take her right there outside, he pulled away, still needing her but not entirely willing to get themselves caught for public indecency.

Y/N spoke before he got a chance to, her higher pitch coming back and almost bringing him to his knees.

"What do you say you take your angel home and show her a good time?"

***

She didn't even get a chance to close the door to his apartment before he was on her, his hands tugging at her coat to get it off.

It was a frenzy, at least while they were stripping. Jackets and boots and scarves were strewn across the entryway and leading into the living room, until each of them only had two layers: their regular clothes and what they wore underneath. And that's when they finally allowed themselves the luxury of wrapping their limbs around each other.

Her legs wrapped around his waist as he grabbed ahold of her ass to keep her steady. For added support, she flung her arms around his neck and kissed him the whole way to his bedroom, but not without a few stumbles. Either way, they were so quite literally wrapped up in each other that the imperfections didn't matter.

Like she could ever come with imperfections... Spencer thought as he set her down, immediately bringing his hands to the back of her dress.

Meanwhile she unbuttoned his shirt, fumbling around so much that he thought she might choose to rip it open, and selfishly he wished she would have. But she got it open without tearing any buttons, and the fabric slid easily off his shoulders at the same time her dress slid off her own.

He was going to kiss her again, but once he caught a glimpse of what she'd been hiding under her dress, there was nothing he could physically do but rake his eyes over her figure and pray for forgiveness for all the devilish things he wanted to do to her.

It was a white set, all lace that was detailed to look like feathers as it hugged every curve of her body perfectly. She wore a set of garters that attached to the panties, which he was pretty sure were crotch-less and outlined in a pretty gold shimmer.

"I knew you'd like it," Y/N drawled sweetly. The pure innocence that dripped from her tongue would have thoroughly wrecked him had her appearance already not taken care of that. And she seemed to understand how immobile he'd become at the sight of her, because she moved of her own accord, gliding over to him and reaching her hand out to undo his belt. "I'm gonna take your silence as a good sign..."

"You're stunning," he breathed, just barely, and she gave him a smile through softly biting her bottom lip.

"You're too good to me..." Her hands pushed down his loosened slacks and waited until they fell to the floor. And then she hooked her fingers under the waistband of his underwear and leaned into his neck. "And I think your kindness deserves a reward..."

Her lips gently pressed to his neck before she dropped to her knees once again, and as she descended, her hands and his underwear did the same, leaving him completely bare and open for her to do whatever she wanted. No matter how badly he longed to throw her on the bed and get to showing her just how much she'd inhabited his every fiber of being, he didn't dare stop her as her tongue darted out and licked a featherlight line along the length of his hard cock.

He let out a sigh and twitched at her touch, a feat that must have pleased her, because she smiled and hummed happily as she repeated her action. Only, this time her tongue was more firm on him— not teasing anymore, but it brought him to damnation all the same.

And then she fully wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, slowly gliding herself down until he hit the back of her throat.

The sound he made was inhuman.

She wasted no time then, bobbing her head at a steady rhythm and moaning around him as she did so. It didn't take long for saliva to start gathering above her chin and dripping down onto the exposed area of her breasts, just above her bra. Occasionally she would hold him at the back of her throat and choke as she looked up at him with tears in her eyes, and the sight of his little angel happily crying with his dick in her mouth sent Spencer into a tailspin.

But as tempting as it was to paint the back of her throat white, he knew he'd prefer to take that action to a more interesting place. So he pulled away from her and breathed out, "Please, not yet..."

He looked down at her as she smiled, wetness coating her skin in the form of tears on cheeks and saliva on breasts. Her hands rested at the tops of her thighs, even as she stood up and blinked a final stream of tears down her left cheek. "Why, is there somewhere else you'd rather fill me up?"

"Please," was all he said, his breathing labored as he imagined what she would feel like.

Thankfully she seemed to take mercy on him— Y/N grabbed his hand and pulled him to the bed, where she laid him down at the headboard and straddled his thighs. "As much as I love spreading my legs for you, I think I'd much rather take a ride..."

"Anything you want," he told her, his eyes traveling up the length of her body as she got comfortable. She was, in fact, wearing crotch-less panties, and the feeling that coursed through him at the sight of her glistening pussy in decent lighting (AKA when he wasn't under her skirt in a storage closet) sent him straight to Hell all over again.

He sighed out as she played with herself, gliding her fingers delicately along the planes of her body, from her thighs to her clit, and eventually she gripped his dick to line it up, lifting her hips above him.

"Are you ready?" she asked gently, rolling her hips to slick him up with her arousal.

"Always ready for you, angel..."

The pet name sprung her into action. She sunk down slowly onto him, and he willed his eyes to stay open so he could watch as her mouth dropped open, eyes rolling back into her head as she moaned out deliciously. He let out a groan himself, the feeling of her tightly wrapping around him like velvet almost too much to handle.

"Ohhh, you fill me up so good," Y/N sighed, gently grinding her hips in slow circles as she finally had all of him inside her. "Just like I knew you would..."

Everything she was doing, between the gradual increase of the speed at which her hips rolled and the way she looked down at him with pure desire, had Spencer wondering what he'd ever done without her. What had he known before knowing the feeling of her nails gently digging into the skin of his stomach as she rode him, before knowing the sound of his name falling from her lips in a whisper? It couldn't have been anything good, because as far as he was concerned, she was as good as it would ever get.

But at some point it felt like he needed to take more. She was giving him her body, offering it to him like the most precious gift she had to offer, and yet he wanted to tear into it and leave nothing behind except her voice, calling out his name into the heavens above. He longed to give her something in return, something that would leave her just as ruined as she'd left him.

And, as always, she could tell.

Y/N laughed seductively as she leaned down, her hips still rocking into his. Her lips pressed a gentle kiss to his before she spoke. "Everything alright, baby?"

All he could do was let out a broken moan as she clenched around him on every upstroke.

"Aww... You want more? Huh, you wanna lay me down and give it to me good? Show your little angel what it feels like to be fucked so good she can't even speak?"

"Don't... tempt me," he was finally able to choke out, and she laughed.

"Aww, come on... Show me what you got..."

Spencer wasn't sure when he actually did it, but one second she was nipping at his bottom lip, challenging him to take control, and the next he was on top of her, her legs spread as wide as they could possibly get as he rocked his hips into her at a deep, bruising force.

She laughed amusedly through whimpers of pleasure, her hands spreading out at her sides like wings as he gave her everything he had. Looking down at her, head thrown back and hair fanned around her head like some sort of angelic crown, he soaked it all in and wondered if this was what Heaven was— the feeling of her succumbing to his lust, the sight of her lost in the throes of weeks of pent-up sexual tension that never entirely got released, the sound of her near-incoherently whining at how good he was...

If it wasn't Heaven, it was surely something pretty damn close.

He was almost there, tension stretching out inside the pit of his stomach, when Y/N grabbed one of his hands and brought it to her lower belly. He felt himself slamming into her at full force every time, the small bump against his hand bringing him further along the road of release.

"You feel that?" she whined, keeping his hand there. "You know what that means, don't you?"

It could have meant a lot of things, but his brain was too far gone, lost in in the fog of pleasure to even begin to think about what it was. But then she answered for him, and it was just about the hottest thing he'd ever heard come from her mouth.

"It means I'm all yours... to do whatever you want with... to fill me up with your cum as much as you want... maybe turn your little angel into a mommy..."

With a loud, guttural groan, Spencer held himself still, deep inside her, and gave her every last drop, his hand remained pressed firmly to her stomach. If he concentrated hard enough, he could almost feel his cum spilling out and filling her to the brim through the barrier. She pulsed and came around him at the same time, warmth spreading between the two of them like a drop of water would soak through fabric, until it completely enveloped them like a heavy blanket.

And then they'd given everything, their bodies clinging to each other for dear life as they settled into the gentle aftermath of such a heavy feeling of ardor. Their breaths slowed and their lips explored each other tenderly, hands doing the same until, finally, they felt themselves drifting off.

***

Spencer dreamt of Heaven that night, glimpses of a future he'd always longed for with other people, but that he would get to spend with her.

A wedding dress, white, but haloed by a gold fog as the woman wearing it glided along the aisle and made her way to him.

A house, small, but fenced in and just perfect enough for the two of them and the baby that was on the way.

A picnic table, damp, but drying out in the sun as it gradually became littered with plates of birthday cake and a little candle that was shaped into the number 3.

A woman, old, but beaming as she showed a photo album to her multitudes of grandchildren, telling them stories about the wonderful life she lived with her husband who always called her Angel.

And when he woke up, seeing that old woman as she was now, sleeping in his bed as the sun beamed through the curtains and basked her in a heavenly light, he knew what Heaven really was.

It was her.

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Prompt: Spencer and Y/N go to Rossi’s wedding together; he realises she's his soulmate. It's based on this request: “could u please write something with 22, 24 and 26 from the fluff prompt list u reblogged? i will love u forever i swear”.

#22: “Stop looking at me like that!”

#24: “How mad would you be if I kissed you?”

#26: “My lipgloss is all over your lips.”

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Rating: Fluff

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy

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You’re my downfall, you’re my muse My worst distraction, my rhythm and blues I can’t stop singing, it’s ringing in my head for you

"I’m going to get you!"

Henry shrieks, leaving his little black jacket on the chair beside the table before starting to run in the backyard. Y/N runs right behind him, giggling as she grabs the child and lifts him, making him jump as he laughs loudly.

Spencer takes a sip of the champagne, his eyes following Y/N’s every move. JJ is standing right beside him, her arms crossed to her chest as she looks at Spencer for a split second before smiling, playfully hitting him with her shoulder.

She knows that look, she knows that focused expression on his face, she knows what he’s thinking because she can see the way he stares at Y/N as she picks up Henry and plays with him.

Even though JJ met Y/N not too long ago, maybe a couple of months, she really likes her – mostly because she makes Spencer happy. JJ had the chance to spend a couple of nights with Y/N, when Spencer’s girlfriend couldn’t sleep because he was working on a case somewhere around the country.

Instead of staying at home, Y/N went to the FBI headquarters and stayed with JJ – it helped them getting to know each other, but most importantly it really helped Y/N with her nerves, her fears of something happening to Spencer on the field.

During those nights, Y/N and JJ talked about everything: their High School experiences, their favourite music, their most terrible fears, their parents, their first ideal job when they were children, their biggest dreams, their ideal house... everything. It didn’t take long for them to get close, especially because Y/N is very likeable and has been nothing but supportive of Spencer in the last year.

JJ realized how much Y/N loved Spencer just a couple of weeks after they announced they were together – it wasn’t difficult to notice that she saw the way they looked at each other.

Most importantly, the way Y/N looked at him; her eyes were filled with love each time he smiled at her. JJ thought she was looking at herself and Will in the first few weeks of their relationship. It felt extremely weird, but it was so comforting.

Spencer deserves all the happiness in the world, and Y/N is giving it to him.

"Henry always asks me about her, you know?"

Spencer turns around, raising an eyebrow. "Oh? What does he want to know?"

JJ chuckles, watching Y/N sitting on the swing with Henry on her thighs.

She’s laughing along with him, holding him tight to her chest so she can swing slowly back and forth without making him fall down on the floor.

"He likes spending time with her, he wants her to be his and his brother’s babysitter next time me and Will have something to do. – says JJ, pulling out her phone from her purse to snap a picture of Y/N and Henry enjoying the swing – I like her too, Spencer. Very much."

The young doctor doesn’t take his eyes off his girlfriend, watching how she and Henry laugh each time the swing moves back and forth. Y/N has always been very good with kids.

Spencer remembers her showing him all of the videos she took of herself with her cousin’s children; they were spending the day at the beach. Y/N was with three children and they were all mesmerized by her. Spencer doesn’t blame them, Y/N is so incredible to watch, to be with.

That’s why he likes her so much, because there’s not a single thing about her that he can’t stop admiring.

"I have my future in front of me right now."

JJ hums, grabbing a glass of champagne from the table behind her. "Yeah, I think so, too."

Spencer inhales deeply, sitting on the wooden bench next to the table. "I don’t blame Henry and you either, I like her too. She’s just so... endearing, you know? She’s everything I want and more."

"Does she know this?" asks his best friend

He shrugs, running his fingers through his hair. "Not really. She knows that I’m in love with her. I told her a couple of days ago, but she hasn’t said it back. And she cried."

JJ tilts her head, leaning it against his shoulder. "You don’t have to say it out loud. There are so many ways to let a person know that you love and care for them deeply without using your words. Is she doing that?"

"Yeah. The first time we met, she told me she’s not romantic at all but in reality she is. – says Spencer, a little smile spreading on his lips – She makes me breakfast every single time she’s at my place, she bought me a bunch of books I didn’t have, but I told her about, she always asks me to text her when I’m back at home after a case. She... She is my future, I know that."

"I’m pretty sure you’re her soulmate."

Reid glances at his best friend, lowering his eyes with a smile. "She is my soulmate."

After he finishes speaking, Y/N turns around and looks at him straight in the eyes from afar. She lifts a hand and waves at him, her beautiful smile already on her lips as Henry jumps down her thighs.

Y/N climbs down the swing and immediately lifts JJ’s son from the floor, laughing along with him before starting to walk towards Spencer and JJ. He quickly stands up from the wooden bench, leaving his empty glass of champagne on the table next to him while JJ puts her jacket over her shoulder.

"Mommy! Hi!"

Y/N approaches JJ and Spencer, Henry tightly pressed against her body as he waves at his mother and his godfather with a toothless grin.

"Y/N told me that tonight the Tooth Fairy is going to leave a toy under my pillow! – Henry exclaims, looking at his mother – Is it true? Can I meet the Tooth Fairy?"

JJ chuckles, nodding. "No, love. She can’t come to your room if you’re awake, it’ll take away all of her powers and we don’t want that, do we?"

Henry shakes his head, leaning against Y/N’s shoulder. He’s a bit sleepy, he has played for the whole night with Jack and then all by himself – JJ can see that, because Henry is slowly falling asleep between Y/N’s arms. And as much as Y/N loves JJ’s son, she doesn’t want to spend the whole night with a child attached to her. She hasn’t even gotten the chance to dance with Spencer and enjoy some alcohol.

"And he’s out like a light. – says JJ, gently taking Henry from Y/N’s arms – I’m so sorry he kept you busy for almost a whole hour, me and Will thought he was going to pass out before."

Y/N shrugs, a smile forming on her lips. "It’s fine, he’s a good kid. Very hyper-active, isn’t he?"

JJ rolls her eyes, chuckling. "You have no idea. Will can’t handle him for more than half an hour."

Spencer slides his right arm around Y/N’s waist, pulling her against his chest. As JJ walks away, probably to lay Henry on the little couch inside the restaurant David and Kyrstal booked for their wedding, Spencer presses a kiss on top of his girlfriend’s forehead. Y/N looks up at him and brushes her thumb on his cheekbones.

"Sorry I’ve been away from you. – she mutters, her forehead now gently pressed against his – Henry is so adorable, he’s literally my favourite kid in the world."

Spencer nods, his hands now resting on her hips. "I know. He likes you a lot. He asked JJ if you could be his and Michael’s babysitter next time she has to go somewhere."

Y/N widens her eyes, quickly nodding. "I’d love that! Absolutely, yes. I’ll do it."

The young woman pulls away from him for a split second, wrapping the jacket around her shoulders as she turns around to look at the now empty swings. If one of them held her weight, the other one could also hold Spencer’s. Right?

"How mad would you be if I kissed you?"

Y/N blushes, turning around to face him. "I wouldn’t be mad at all. You haven’t kissed me since we came here."

Spencer leans in, giving her a peck on the lips. "I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable around all of these guests. I know you don’t like kissing me in front of others."

"That is not true! – she playfully pinches his chest, chuckling – I don’t want to make out with you in front of others, which is different."

He smiles softly, his hands gently caressing her hips. "Oh, right."

When Y/N pulls away from his embrace, knowing that staying there and kissing him would’ve led to someone else taking the swings. She really wants to go there. She hasn’t been on a swing ever since she was a child – and she used to love them so much.

"Oh my God. – says Y/N, noticing Spencer’s lips now all covered in red – I forgot I had make up for a split second, now my lipgloss is all over your lips!"

Spencer furrows his eyebrows, instantly touching his mouth with the tip of his fingers; he brushes his thumb over his bottom lip, noticing the red gloss covering his skin, and he starts to laugh.

"Now I understand why I felt weird. This feels so sticky."

Y/N pulls out a tissue from her purse, using it to clean his lips. "Sorry, my love. I didn’t mean to."

"It’s fine, red looks good on me. – he replies, winking at her – Why didn’t you use the lipstick I bought you? If you did, I could’ve kissed you a little more."

She rolls her eyes, leaning forward. "I wanted to use a gloss, it makes my lips look plumper.

Spencer nods, his hands sliding down her back as he brushes the tip of his nose against hers. "It does, you’re right."

Y/N grabs his hand and pulls him towards the garden, slipping away from his tight embrace even though she would’ve loved to stay there for a little while.

"Come on, let’s swing."

Spencer raises an eyebrow, watching her as she sits on the swing she was occupying with Henry over her thighs, and crosses his arms to his chest. She wants them to swing together like children – she told him so many times about her childhood. Y/N used to live right behind a kindergarten, which meant she would always see kids playing and swinging together. And the swings are actually still her favourite playtime, even if now she’s an adult.

"Why are you still standing? – asks Y/N, pointing to the other swing – Sit there."

Spencer obeys, his hands holding the metal chain as he slowly swings back and forth. "Are you sure it will hold my weight? I don’t want to end up on the floor."

She giggles, shrugging. "If that happens, I’ll help you stand up. Don’t worry."

"Wow, that is so comforting. I have the best girlfriend in the world, don’t I? – he jokingly asks, rolling his eyes – At least you won’t videotape me."

Y/N shakes her head, moving her hand towards his. "You do have the best girlfriend in the world, are you doubting that?"

Spencer wrinkles his nose. "No, I would never. I know I have."

They sit there, swinging while holding each other’s hand. The guests inside the restaurant are dancing, enjoying their night and celebrating David’s love for Krystal. Y/N doesn’t mind sitting outside for a while. She has been with Spencer’s colleagues the whole night, but she has never been alone with him yet. And now that she does, she realizes how much she has missed him.

Isn’t it crazy?

"JJ likes you."

Y/N turns around. "Oh?"

"Everybody likes you, actually. I don’t blame them. – says Spencer, stopping the swing – You are just so..."

She stands up from her seat and walks in front of him, his arms wrapping around her waist as she leans down to leave a kiss on his lips. Y/N knows how difficult it is for Spencer to talk about his feelings.

His love language is touch, as strange as it is, and he made sure she knew that – she doesn’t mind being touched by him, she loves it actually. And she also knows he deserves to hear her say how much she’s in love with him, even though she has shown him that many times without using her words.

And since they’re alone, this is the perfect moment.

At a wedding, under the shining stars of that dark night.

"I’m in love with you, Spencer. – she whispers, her lips barely touching his – And I’m glad your friends like me. It means a lot."

He stands up, his hands sliding on her back. "I know you love me."

Y/N kisses his lips again, her hands brushing right under his eyes. "Of course you do, darling, but you deserve to hear those words because I haven’t said them back when you did."

"Yeah, it feels good to hear you say them. – says Spencer, a little laugh escaping his mouth before kissing hers again. – Can I be honest with you?"

She nods, pulling away from him, but still holding both his hands in hers.

They walk together to the beautiful terrace next to the garden, admiring the amazing view from that hill. Millions of lights contrasting against the dark sky, filled with stars. The faint melody of violins coming from the restaurant is mixed with the wind blowing in the distance.

"Seeing you playing with Henry made me realize that I want this life with you."

Y/N stops when they reach the wooden railing, so she turns the side to look at her boyfriend. And he’s staring back at her, his eyes shining under the lights right below the terrace as a little smile breaks over his lips. He looks so pretty tonight, with his black tux that fits him perfectly and a cute papillon on his neck. His fluffy hair Y/N had combined are decorating his adorable face, his pink lips look so delicious.

He’s talking about their future and Y/N can’t handle that. She’s not angry, she’s not disgusted by the thought of creating a family with him. No, not at all. She’s just so happy because she never thought she’d find love, but she did.

And she found it in the most amazing man she has ever met in twenty eight years of life.

"We haven’t talked about kids and marriage because we’ve been together for a year, but..."

Y/N places her hands on his chest. "We don’t have to discuss these topics right now, just know that I want everything you want. Okay?"

Spencer caresses her back with the tip of his fingers, nodding. "Okay. But you don’t have to say this just because I..."

"Do you really think I’d have a baby with you just because you want one? – asks the young woman, raising an eyebrow at his sentence – I would never mess up my body just because my boyfriend desperately wants a baby. I might be sweet and all, but I’m not dumb. Or condescending, you know me."

He chuckles, leaning in to kiss her lips. "I wanted to be sure."

Y/N hums, sliding her hand back behind his neck. "We’re not going to conceive a baby tonight, but we’ll have fun trying."

"Definitely."

As they’re about to kiss again, a childish shriek breaks them apart as Henry runs inside of the terrace to end up against Y/N. She chuckles, lifting the child up, and presses a soft kiss on his cheek as she turns around to find Will running behind his child.

"Oh, I’m sorry guys. Henry was looking for Y/N, I told him to leave you two alone, but he just wouldn’t listen. – says Will, shaking his head – I’m really sorry, Y/N."

Y/N gives him a smile. "Don’t worry, it’s okay. I was starting to miss my prince!"

Henry giggles again, wrapping his little arms around her neck. "She said she was a princess!"[1] [2]

Spencer can do nothing, but smile, admiring the way Henry got so attached to Y/N throughout the night, but he doesn’t blame him at all. Will, Y/N and Spencer, along with the child, go back to the restaurant where the guests are still dancing.

Spencer doesn’t mind sharing Y/N again with Henry. It's a sight that makes his heart swell in his chest each time because she seems genuinely happy. As if she’s made to have a baby and Spencer is just so excited, so nervous at the same time. He’s terrified he might lose her, that she might find someone better than him. Y/N never gave any sign of wanting to leave him, she loves him more than anyone else in the world and she just told him she wants to spend her life with him and even have a baby, but still.

"Henry! Come here, my dad just gave me Legos!"

Jack’s voice captures Henry’s attention and as soon as he hears those words, he waves Y/N goodbye and finally leaves her alone. So she immediately sits back at her table with Spencer, holding his hands under the tablecloth and leaning her head against his shoulders.

The lights inside of the restaurant are now low, the guests are going back to their seats while David and Krystal are enjoying their first dance as a married couple. A familiar song is playing in the background, Elvis’ voice filling Y/N’s ear as she mouths the word of that masterpiece she has always loved.

Wise men say: “Only fools rush in”, but I can’t help falling in love with you.

Spencer intertwines his fingers with hers, watching as his colleague dances in the middle of the room with his wife. David has been through so much in his life and now he just found the love of his life again, just like Spencer did. They’re both so incredibly lucky to have found someone to spend the rest of their lives with, even though Spencer is not married yet. Sure, he’s going to ask Y/N to marry him one day. He’s in no rush whatsoever.

"Shall I stay? – whispers Y/N, brushing the tip of her nose against his cheek –Would it be a sin if I can’t help falling in love with you?"

That song was playing in that vintage coffee shop where they had their first date. Y/N remembers it clearly because she started mouthing the lyrics, noticing that Spencer didn’t know the words because “I don’t really listen to music with spoken words, I’m more of a Beethoven type” – and that led to an interesting date filled with debates about music, how it has evolved until that day.

It was amazing. Y/N loved their conversation and how easy it was to talk to him. It felt like they knew each other since they were kids. They had so much fun. By the end of the night, Spencer knew the lyrics to that song because she dared him to learn them and he did. Just for her, to see her happy.

"Like a river flows, surely to the sea. Darling, so it goes; some things are meant to be."

Y/N uses her free hand to touch Spencer’s face, gently turning him around so that they can face each other, and leans in to kiss his lips again. Her red lipgloss is now just an afterthought.

Y/N loves him so much, to the point where her heart actually hurts because she can’t describe what she would do to him, for him. Y/N has never been the romantic type – or so she says – but she knows she’d die for Spencer. It sounds a bit dramatic and maybe it is, but she feels that way and she knows that will never change.

Spencer smiles against her lips, mouthing the next lyrics. "Take my hand, take my whole life too, for I can’t help falling in love with you."

Y/N holds his hand tightly under the table, giggling on his lips. "I love you too, you hopeless romantic hot doctor."

"Hot? Am I hot to you? – asks her boyfriend, raising an eyebrow – You never called me that."

She rolls her eyes, caressing his chin with the tip of her index finger. "I find you extremely hot, I just never told you before. Is that a crime?"

He shakes his head, chuckling. "No, no, I... Never mind."

Y/N gives him a kiss on the lips before standing up from her chair.

She straightens her long dark red dress and walks in the middle of the room, where all the other guests are joining David and Krystal as the same song plays again in the background.

Y/N looks at Spencer and tilts her head, crooking her finger as she calls him. Spencer doesn’t really like to dance, he feels like a piece of wood every time he steps on the dance floor, but he’s willing to make this sacrifice – Morgan is never going to let this go, he knows it.

He approaches Y/N, gently holding her hand while placing the other on her back. She gives him a soft smile and slowly begins to move, swaying her body right and left as the song goes on and on, the lyrics speaking to them both.

They never break eye contact, too focused on each other to understand what is happening around them. All the couples inside the restaurant are dancing to the music, but Garcia and Emily are both looking at Y/N and Spencer.

They were the first people to meet Y/N by accident, when she and Reid weren’t a couple yet officially. He was talking to her on the phone right outside the FBI headquarters when Y/N walked in the parking lot, running towards him and blushing because she had forgotten her sweater at his apartment.

Penelope and Emily, after having breakfast together, were stepping down from Prentiss’ car when they saw Y/N hugging Spencer. They didn’t say anything until they arrived right in front of them.

Spencer introduced Y/N to them, calling her a “very good friend of mine”, before the young woman took off and left the parking lot. Of course, they teased Spencer the whole morning until he broke down: “She’s not my girlfriend! Yet.” which satisfied them.

"May I take a picture of you?"

Y/N looks to her side, nodding at the photographer. "Sure, of course."

Spencer doesn’t like photographs either, he never knows how to pose. Should he smile? Should he kiss Y/N during the photo? Should he frown? Should he pretend to be serious?

It’s such an awkward situation, but he wants a cute memory of this night, so he keeps his arm around Y/N’s shoulders and smiles at the photographer as he takes the picture.

The flashes shine in the blink of an eye and a few seconds later, the photographer is already going towards another couple.

"That was quick. – says Spencer, chuckling – I hope I looked good."

Y/N smiles, shrugging. "I’m sure you did. You always look stunning in pictures, but you look even better in real life."

He hums, pulling the young woman towards the hallway of the restaurant. "So many compliments tonight."

"They’re not the only things you’re going to get tonight. – she whispers on his lips, playfully pushing away before swaying her hips when the music changes – "What, cat got your tongue?"

Spencer is shocked by her words.

Are they going to have sex that night?

Are they really going to finally make love with each other?

Is he really going to see her completely naked, finally be able to touch her body and worship her the way he wants to?

Oh wow. And she teased him like that at a wedding? Crazy.

"I’m.. I’m fine. – says Spencer, grabbing her hand and pushing her towards his own body – And what other thing I might get tonight? I want to know, but I’m interested."

Y/N shushes him with a finger over his lips, winking at him. "You’ll know when the time comes, my love. And stop looking at me like that. We don’t want people to notice what you’re thinking, do we?"

Before he can say anything to her, to reply to those haunting words that are echoing in his mind, Y/N slips away from him and sits at the table with Emily, Penelope and Tara.

They offer her a glass filled with fresh champagne while Spencer stands there, dumbfounded and shocked.

Well, he’s not really shocked.

He’s pleasantly surprised by her, because he was waiting for a sign from her to go further.

They have been together for twelve months, three weeks and five days. For some, it’s a long time; for others, it’s not. Spencer doesn’t care about either, he just wanted Y/N to be comfortable around him.

She didn’t want to rush things between them, that’s what she has been telling him since they officialized their relationship. Y/N has been with a man before, Spencer is well aware of that, and she asked him to wait for her; he didn’t mind, he could wait for her forever, but right now touching her is all he thinks about.

Sure, they have done something else – not much, just a few touches down there, but never went through with the whole thing. Y/N loved everything he gave her, and he loved everything she gave him; they both wanted each other a lot, but Y/N just wasn’t ready yet.

And Spencer told her that he was willing to wait for her, but now the waiting is done.

"Reid, are you okay?"

Spencer wrinkles his nose, taking his eyes off Y/N. "Oh, hi Matt. Yeah, I’m okay. Why?"

"You look like someone who just saw a ghost. – says Matthew, patting him on the back – Are you enjoying your night with your other half?"

The young doctor nods, giving his colleague a smile. "Yes, Y/N has spent the whole night with Henry though. He’s obsessed with her. Can’t blame him."

"I noticed that he kept running to her or sitting on her legs! She seems good with kids, doesn’t she? – asks Matthew, taking a sip of his champagne – If I had brought all of mine, they would’ve fallen in love with her, too."

Spencer chuckles, nodding. "I absolutely agree. Her niece loves her as much as Henry."

Matthew walks away when his wife calls him from the table, while Spencer moves his eyes again on the young woman not too far from where he is sitting. Sex has never been in his mind as much as it is right now, and it’s all because of those little words she whispered to his lips. Sure, he has dreamed of making love with Y/N so many times before that night, but right now he knows his dreams will come true very soon and he’s so nervous.

How is he going to do this?

He didn’t prepare anything at his apartment, his bedroom is a mess because he left in a hurry to pick up Y/N and Penelope.

And now? What is he going to do?

He wanted to make their first night together special. Y/N has already been in his bedroom, they’ve been sleeping – physically sleeping, not metaphorically – together since day one; she likes to spend her nights with him, and so does he at her apartment, but now it’s different.

They’re going to leave the venue of the wedding and then what? What if she gets turned off because his bedroom is messy and has clothes all over the floor?

What if she changes her mind at the exact moment she steps inside his apartment? What if...

He’s freaking out and they haven’t left yet. Y/N is still having fun with Spencer’s colleagues. She's enjoying her night the way she should be, but he’s freaking out and he doesn’t know what to do besides overthink.

"Spencer?"

Y/N is right in front of him, waving her hand on his face. "Yes?"

"Let’s go home. – she whispers, keeping her eyes on his – We have so many things to do."

Spencer almost chokes at her words, covering his mouth. "Uh, I... Yeah, you’re right."

And if Y/N can’t move from the bed the next morning because she’s too sore and tired... well, some things are better left unsaid.

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