#and my neighbours name is spencer

[kisses4reid]

convenient pt.3 | ·˚ ༘ spencer reid ,,

pt. 1 | pt.2 (you cannot read this without prior reading)

summary - spencer likes the girl from the convenience store

warnings - awkward conversations and long silences, both of them being hopeless romantics, allergies/sickness

genre - fluff!!! college!fem!reader x earlyseasons!spencer

a/n - thank you for the love and support on this series. it goes without saying i appreciate all of you all 🫶 thank u @raevyng for the cameo. sorry this is short, it’s either i upload this part or i make y’all wait for another week - i like you guys too much to do that.

“good job on you’re stem cell report, y/n. it was very informed and unique. i liked the, now who was it… william blake quote you included!” the teacher spoke before a class of 60. it was back to teaching new information before the next assessment, you were just about finished typing the professor’s notes before she spoke up. the mention of your name nearly made you jump.

a few of the students looked back up at you, some looking around because they had no clue who you were. you liked it better that way.

you also had no idea who william blake was.

“oh- um. thanks.” you say barely above a whisper. professor raena simply smiled and pushed back her shoulder length bob from her face. she started talking again, so did your friend.

“thanks? the professor who’s known to call out people for their incompetence more than smile in the classroom just praised you. that’s all you had to say?”

maybe logan wasn’t your friend per say. maybe she was just someone who sat next to you the first class and also happened to be your neighbour. she was stubborn and straight-forward, insanely intelligent and also smelt great. but she was caring, and gave you tough love when you needed it.

you glanced at her and smiled awkwardly, “i didn’t have much time to think about an answer.”

“i spend most of my time thinking about what i’d say to professor raena if she ever complimented me.”

“that’s because your-“ you suddenly muffle a cough into your hand, “obsessed with her.” you bring out a small packet of tissues from your bag and wipe your nose, nose reddening. logan leans slightly away from you and you roll your eyes.

“you’re not going to catch anything, it’s just allergies.” you lean back and try to continue typing notes but logan continues,

“you should go home, have some medicine, get some sleep.”

“i can’t, i’ve got work.” you whispered, a man in front of you turning around to shoot you with a side eye.

“you’ve told me multiple times that your manager wouldn’t care if you stole from the store. i’ve also told you many times i also don’t care.”

“yeah well… i like working there, that’s all.”

she rolls her eyes again, and waves you off, her long brown hair blocking her disappointed expression from you.

you stayed loyal to your job for two nights, for nothing. sure you got paid, and sure you got to steal some strawberry milk to ease your throat for a couple of minutes, but it felt boring. you actually started to file through the month old magazines you sold for double the price of a new one. you almost made it a third day without dying of allergies (and another secret feeling of sickness you constantly ignored), before you decided you were over it.

you stood up, flipped the door sign so the word ‘open’ faced you, and turned off half of the fluorescent lights before someone was suddenly in the corner of your eyes. spencer was opening the door so quickly you thought you were being robbed, you wouldn’t have seen him if not for the bell ringing on his entry.

“y/n.” he panted, watching your fingers hover over the last light switch. there was two lights left flickering softly above the front door and the check out desk. he looked stoic in the light, dressed in a grey sweater a little too big for him (like his mother had bought it for him telling him he’d grow into it) and black slacks. he seemed to have gotten a trim, his hair just under his ears now. “you don’t close until 1.”

he was confused, eyes wandering with a light hint of relief. like he was happy he didn’t miss you.

“yeah.” is all you said before you turned away from the light switch and returned to the register, assuming he would get his usual. but he didn’t keep walking, he just turned his body to face you. his eyes were expectant, delirious in a way like he needed something from you.

it was silent before the tension literally forced you to speak, “um. i need to close the store before i pass out. so i can uh… get home alive.” you look down and realise the pile of tissues before you was making a mountain, quickly grabbing them and stuffing them in an over filled bin.

“um.” a cat caught his tongue, he looked down to his feet.

spencer was sitting in his desk chair, scrolling on his government provided computer through forums and websites on ‘how to ask out a girl.’ not realising a majority of his team was reading them as well. he heard a small, familiar giggle behind him, quickly closing the tab and turning his head to be met with many other faces. jj slapped garcia on the shoulder with a smile, who’s hand was over her mouth, morgan and emily also smiling. spencer sighed and was about to cover for himself before morgan stepped in,

“look, pretty boy. no websites or article is ever going to teach you how to ask out a girl. they know nothing.”

emily joined, “yeah, none of those things are going to work. i mean, one of those said ‘don’t take no for an answer’. that’s straight up harassment.” she chuckled. morgan walked forward and placed a hand on spencer’s shoulder.

“all you have to do is talk. learn to what she likes, and be confident.”

“that’s easy for you to say.” spencer mumbled.

“who is this girl anyways? who’s taking our genius away from us?” garcia asked, today her hair was adorned with green themed pieces and a small pink flower clip.

spencer couldn’t help but let the corners of his mouth perk up when he thought about the girl who worked at the convenience store. the girl who’s report honestly impressed him. the girl who knew his total without looking at the register. the girl who called him good looking without noticing, like it slipped off of her tongue with no second thought. “just someone.”

you were not just someone.

“yeah you should get home. you look terrible.” spencer’s eyes widened as you raised an eyebrow, “no i mean- not terrible- you never look or have ever looked terrible- i just meant today- no you- like you’re sick and obviously- i mean you don’t obviously look terrible- it’s just uh…” he nodded at himself after he noticed a smile creeping onto your face. “you know what i mean.”

“i know i look terrible, thank you.” he was slowly walking up to the register.

“you really should go home, i shouldn’t keep you here because of some coffee.”

you eyes stung and were puffed in redness, you nose dried yet running, eyebrow lines permanent from warding off a migraine. any other customer you would stay for, but you felt less guilty with him. not because you didn’t care, because you knew he did.

“yeah, thank you.” you grabbed your bag, put your empty water bottle into it and walked over to the lights, turning off the last ones, leaving you both in darkness. spencer was waiting for you, quite creepily as he was basically just a block of void. “you sure you don’t need your 3 minute lasagne?” you joked, and he smiled.

“no, this is fine.”

this? them? you thought this man was articulate.

you opened the door with a key-accessed button that automatically locked it after it closed, and walked into the warm streetlight with spencer.

“bye spencer.” you looked up to him only to find his eyes already on you. his face was plain of emotion, except maybe it was just the lighting that made you think he looked disappointed. not at you, at himself. he was silent, hands making their way into his pockets. it was a habit, you had learned. “what’s wrong spencer?” you asked softly, sniffling immediately after.

it was cold, the wind let a stray piece of hair cross your stuffy features.

“do you like old bookstores, y/n?”

you blinked, taken aback. “yeah. i like old bookstores.” you huddled into your sweater, a darker grey compared to his with a large font displaying your university.

“okay, goodbye y/n. see you tomorrow.” he hurried off into his car and you followed him with you eyes in curiosity.

you were already walking away before he could turn around and ask you something, he felt like he had missed his chance. but there would be more. spencer closed his eyes in frustration and took a breath, starting his car before texting the team’s group chat.

“Attempt One failed. 😐👎”

there was a string of messages after but he didn’t read them. all he could think about was the percentage of people who die alone, and then the percentage of people who are like you.

the next night he appeared at the normal time, around nearly 11pm. but he wasn’t the only one, logan was there with you, studying behind you on the floor.

she was bored, and needed to get out of her room, and the only person she knew well enough was you. there in her mens pyjama pants and an over-sized shirt that read ‘RIP Princess Diana’ with a photo of owen wilson on it, her computer warmed her lap and made a soft whirling sound the in the background.

“hi y/n.” spencer waved, he felt bad about last night. you were barely walking straight when you left and he could tell you wouldn’t get out of your ‘work clothes’ (whatever you wanted to wear with a vest over it) before falling onto your mattress, and he drove away. he didn’t even offer to take and walk you home, let alone give you a ride. but his hands were sweating and his heart thumping in his ears, and he couldn’t think straight.

“oh, hi spencer.” you turned from your own textbook splayed on the counter beside you to see spencer and his tall self. a bag of apples, a 2 minute bolognese container, and a bag of coffee. you scan them, weigh the apples, and watch him.

he wasn’t meeting you eyes. you furrowed your eyebrows for a second before telling him his total with a sniffle.

“i’m sorry for not driving you home,” he lifted his head, a piece of chocolate brown hair crossing his left eye, “or walking you home. or making sure you made it home safe.”

you widened your eyes slightly and sat still before spencer cleared his throat and continued, “i was nervous, about being around you. and my friends- my colleagues- told me i need to be more confident around you so.”

logan had stopped writing, glancing through her bangs up at you both. your mouth was slightly agape before you realised how stupid you looked and how awkward you were making it.

“oh- no it’s okay spencer, you don’t have to say sorry. i was- i’m fine. um,” you tilt your head with the corner of your lips quirking up with little resistance, “you talk about me to your friends?”

spencer nodded, put his hands in his pockets and thought for a second. he wished there was a better place to do this, a better person to take over for him.

all you have to do is talk.

spencer is great at talking.

“did you know that you could be scrolling for seven weeks before you can reach the end of ‘how to ask a girl out’ results on google? i was scrolling for a long time but then my friends told me to just talk and be confident, but i’m only good at one of those thing. so i was trying to ask you out last night but then i- well i failed basically, it isn’t my strong suit,” he took a breath, “so basically i’m saying sorry for not asking you out and not driving you home.”

it was silent, even a customer stopped humming.

“and also your allergy medication isn’t strong enough for your symptoms.” he glanced down to a white and blue box by your hand. you looked down, seeing logan in the corner of your eyes, hand covering her face.

“spencer-“

“dude just ask her out.”

spencer’s face dropped, and he looked over the counter to find another woman sat down, a cringed out expression on her face. his nervousness increased after he realised this wasn’t as private a conversation as he thought. wiping his hand on his vest, he continue with a gulp,

“no i can’t. not here, um. i’ll see you on monday. and i promise i’ll uh- be better? i’ll try again, so. okay see you on monday.” he quickly took his groceries and walked off quite speedily. you watched him walk away and then once he was out of sight, you simply stared at the box of allergy medication on the counter.

logan groaned in the background and said something about growing balls, but it was tv silence for you.

you didn’t know how to go out with someone, your last relationship was in your first year of high school with a guy who thought baby’s came out of a woman’s bum. not that spencer meant he wanted a relationship, no it could just be a friend ‘going out’. totally not romantic.

you slump and stuff your face in your hands. you didn’t care if you hadn’t dated for however long, he didn’t seem to be a man-whore at all. you just cared about how you were actually going to say yes to a man you’ve only talked to inside of an off-brand convenience store on the night shift.

you muffle a scream before the same silent customer placed a carton of milk on the counter.

“$2.50.” you grumble.

you carried logan’s computer bag as she took out a box of strawberry pocky on the sidewalk. the store was locked, the air was crisp, the light was flickering. you didn’t say much until logan couldn’t stand it anymore.

“you know when you’re this silent it’s actually pretty nice, i like peaceful walks home.” you nodded, and continued your racing thoughts with your line of vision stuck on the concrete as you both walked the block to your apartments. she sighed, “but it’s odd. you love talking. a guy likes you and you go mute?”

“his name is spencer, he does something dangerous for a living, he likes old books and drinks a lot of coffee. he gets home late at night, looks skinny but can lift a box of flour above his head with ease. he’s insanely smart and reads poetry, and helped me with my stem cell report.”

you look over at logan who looks a little disgusted but mainly confused.

“he helped me lift that box of flour without me asking. i have no idea who william blake is. i have no idea how he managed to put poetry in a biology report, and i have no idea how he can admit he’s going to ask me out and then not ask me out. his favourite colour is purple, his favourite fruit is grapes but he buys apples because they’re cheaper. and his name is… spencer.”

logan stopped in her tracks, making you copy. you flung out of whatever trance you were stuck in and raised an eyebrow at logan, “what?”

“what? oh no i don’t know, maybe you’ve just never told me about a man you happen to know a lot about, and yet don’t know anything about. you sound insane- not in the ‘loony-bin way’, in the romcom way. it’s disgusting.”

you both continued to walk, climbing the stairs to the foyer of your building before she took back her bag and gave you the pocky, mumbling, “you need these more than me.”

the elevator ride was mostly silent, and that continued before you both unlocked your apartment doors right beside each other.

“you need to ask him out, if he doesn’t do it first.” she entered her apartment before you could speak, let alone think.

suddenly your apartment felt lonely.

so did spencer’s.

he was cross legged on his plush couch on a call with penelope garcia, she was squealing every second minute trying to create a plan for spencer to ask someone out.

“spence, you’re making this very hard. how am i supposed to be your coach if i only have half a team?”

“you can find someone’s address with half a fingerprint, i think you’ll be fine.” he takes a bite of his 2 minute bolognese.

“that takes the fun out of it. i can only give you tips if i know her personality.”

spencer sighed, and thought for a second, he could practically hear penelope’s growing smile knowing she had won.

“her names y/n.” garcia squealed. “she’s smart and pretty. and her favourite colour’s purple and she studies biology. she knows my groceries off my heart and she’s allergic to pollen. she works late at night at the convenience store two blocks away from my apartment building, and she likes old book stores. she’ll be introverted around an extroverted person, but extroverted around an introverted person. she can read my expressions faster than anyone else, she tries out different hairstyles when nobody’s in the store, and she’s funny.” spencer smiles to himself, “she’s pretty.”

“you mentioned that, lover boy.”

pt.4

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[weird-is-life]

Sorry, i'm late

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Summary: You are late to your first date with Spencer and he misunderstands it as you standing him up

Warnings: language, angst, fluff, mentions of food, use of y/n and pet names

Words: 1k Masterlist

A/N: English is not my first language, so please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes

It was your first date with Spencer, the cute, a little shy neighbour. You didn't know him long, only since you'd bumped into him one late night.

You were dragging a huge pot for your new plant to your also new apartment and Spencer just came from a case. Somehow, you started a small talk and it went from there.

One day, he gathered enough courage to ask you out and when you didn't immediately respond, he was ready to apologise and run away. But you said yes with a big grin, you liked Spencer a lot, so of course you said yes.

But the date didn't start the way, you thought it would have, like at all. You were late and you felt like crying because of it.

Your car decided not to work just when you went to leave. Then you went to call a taxi, but your phone was fucking dead.

You couldn't drive there, you couldn't call a taxi and most importantly you couldn't even call Spencer to let him know, that you were running late.

You literally ran to the closest bus stop and got on the first bus, which's stop was the nearest to the restaurant, you were supposed to meet at.

You looked worriedly at your watch, you didn't know if you were thankful or not for at least it working, 'cause it showed, that you were 20 minutes late.

Your leg was bouncing as you impatiently waited for the bus to stop. As soon as the door opened, you bolted out of there and sprinted to the restaurant. By the time you got there, your lungs were burning and your side hurt.

You wasted no time to go inside and look for him, but you couldn't find him.

"Umm miss, can i help you with something?" a waiter asked you.

"Yes, my friend made a reservation here? Reid, Spencer Reid?" you questioned, hoping he'd still be there.

"I'll look..." he looked at some paper and you nervously bit your lip,"Ah yes, table six. But i think your friend has already left."

Your face fell, god you felt so stupid for accidently standing him up, " y-you wouldn't happen to know when he left, would you?"

"I think it was around 5 minutes ago."

"Thank you so much..." you stumbled with a frown out of there, mad at yourself. Spencer probably thought you just said yes to make fun of him.

And indeed, he really thought that. Spencer anxious waited for you. The first ten minutes, he still thought you were coming, it was normal for people to be late. But when 10 minutes turned into 25, he gave up.

He really thought, you would come and worse he thought, you actually liked him. A big mistake as it appeared.

He payed for the water, he ordered and went home. The embarrasment was nowhere near as big as the dissapointment, he felt. Swallowing hard, he drove home and slumped on his couch, running his hands through his hair in frustration.

You on the other hand were running (speed walking, 'cause your stamina was gone) through the city again. You couldn't let Spencer think you stood him up, there was no way you'd let that happen.

And to your 'luck' it even started raining. You felt like the biggest fucking joke. You got to your apartment complex in record time. You were soaked to the bone and gasping for air, but still very determined to explain everything to Spencer.

You quickly knocked on his door. You stood there, a water puddle formed under you, while you waited for him to open. He didn't.

You could hear the sounds coming from the inside and you saw his car parked outside, so you knew, he was home.

You tried again, this time calling his name out, too.

You heard a shuffle of stuff and then the door swung open, " Yes?" He asked, avoiding looking at you.

"I'm so-"

"We don't need to do this. I get it, you didn't want to go out, it's okay" he went to close the door, but you put your hand on the door.

"Please y/n, j-just leave" he pleaded quietly. It wasn't the first time, someone played a cruel prank on him.

"B-but i did want to go out with you, i really did," you sighed and he looked at you for the first time, surprised to see you all wet and he clearly didn't believe you.

"I mean it. I was ready to leave, but my car wouldn't start. So I wanted to call you, let you know i was going to be late and then call taxi, but my phone was dead, well still is," you pulled it out of your pocket, finding it also drowned now, " So then i got on the first bus and ran to the restaurant. You weren't there a-and i asked the waiter, he said you left around 5 minutes ago. So I quickly ran here, hoping to explain, "

You didn't even notice, that Spencer started smiling halfway through your explanation as you rambled, looking everywhere but Spencer.

"I was really looking forward to the date, Spencer. I would never stand you up like that "you paced anxiously from one foot to the other, eyes fixed on the floor.

"You ran to the restaurant?" Spencer  asked, astonished and amused.

"Well yeah," you sheepishly admited, "as i said, i was excited about the dinner."

Spencer couldn't stop smiling, he was so relieved to find out, it was just a misuderstanding, " W-would you like to come inside for a pizza?"

"What?" you looked at up in confusion at Spencer and found him softly smiling at you.

"I'm not mad at you, i believe you" he said.

"Really?"

"Yes, so would you like to come over for pizza?"

"Definitely," you said, maybe too quickly, but you didn't really care,"just give me a second. I have to change out of these" you gestured at your soaked clothes.

"Great, i'll leave the door open, yeah? So you can just walk inside" he beamed at you. Spencer was glad, that you said yes to this back up plan.

"Okay, i'll be right back" you sprinted to the elevator with a big smile, making Spencer chuckle at you.

Maybe the date didn't start the way you imagined it would, but the rest of it was better than your expectations.

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[0anonnymouslyours0]

hi I have literally never done this before but I saw your post just now and thought what the heck

could you write a small thing about spencer reid where reader and him are neighbours and they both have a little crush on each other but never get to interact because spencer is literally never there

until either reader or spencer's apartment floods and it's 3am so they just go to their neighbour and there's maybe a cute confession?

(feel free to add your own pizzazz I love your writing!!!) <3333

hihihi girl! request anytime! this also ended up being a lotttt longer then intended <3

warnings: none, its fluffy its cute, like rlly cute and a bit cliche.

spencer reid. that was your neighbours name. considering he was home very little, you'd only seen him a few times and you've never even spoken a word; it seemed silly how much time you spent thinking about him.

you'll admit, your a sucker for a tall brunette with glasses, who wore ties and vests, and perhaps looked just a little nerdy. it was sweet, spencer looked very sweet.

he also happens to be your next door neighbour. like literally, you open the door of your house every day, and are confronted with the site of his own house. he's right there. you've debated sliding a note under his door, or just knocking and suggesting coffee, but you've always backed out.

the opportunity however, presents itself in a slightly annoying way. in the afternoon, you arrive home and walk into your living room to discover the entire floor flooded. one quick check of the house, and you've determined the entire place is flooded.

"jesus christ." you mutter, dialing a plumber and the flood services in your city.

when they arrive, its determined your house will be unliveable for 2 days. 2 whole days.

the plumber, matt, stares at you. "apologies, lady, but your pipes are pretty busted. its gonna cost you too."

you groan, annoyed.

"oh, uh your neighbour, you should check with them. see if they've got any issues." he adds.

you stop, spencer. your neighbour. you have a reason to go talk to him. you leave the plumber, and his little team to get to work, and cross the street to spencers house.

knock. knock.

maybe he isnt home. you look at his driveway. his car is there. the door creaks, and opens, revealing spencer reid. the man himself. in all his messy hair, rumpled shirt, afternoon glory. he pushes his glasses up, staring at you, suprised.

"hi. sorry i'm-"

"y/n." he says, quickly, and then flushes.

"right." your suprised he knows your name, though you do know his. "look uhm, sorry to bother you.. but my house kind of flooded. like everywhere. so, uhh- i was just checking if your house is all good."

his eyes widen. "your entire house? is flooded?"

you nod, grimacing. "yeah.. i mean my stuffs fine, i just have to find somewhere to stay and its a pain." you say, folding your arms and sighing.

he looks at you for a moment, thoughtful.

"uh.. besides from the fact im a total stranger.. you could um, stay with me? i mean. i have a guest room, im usually out all day. i'll cook." he says, quickly. he looks at you, expecting a no.

your suprised at his offer, intrigued even. he seems safe, your not uncomfortable.. and it would save you from having to stay in some cheap hotel.

"really? i mean- are you sure?" you confirm, raising your eyebrows at him.

he nods energetically, smiling. "i mean, it would be easier for you."

you nod, smiling back.

"well.. uh come in?" he says, shuffling to the side awkwardly.

his house is delightful, with heavy linen curtains, and tall bookshelves. the house is mostly wood, with touches of green and navy. it fits him perfectly.

"nice place you have here." you say, smiling.

"thank you." he says, staring at you for a moment. you catch him, and he looks away quickly.

"do you, uhm want a coffee? we can sit for a bit if you'd like." he says, gesturing at the couches in his living room.

you nod. "black with sugar, please."

"oh- i have mine just the same." he grins, hurrying off the the kitchen, before returning with a cup for you. he sits opposite you, studying you for a moment.

"so.. spencer, how long have you lived here?" you ask.

"5 years. which.. i think is a year longer then you?" he smiles.

"correct. uh, where do you work?"

he pauses, thinking thoughtfully. "truthfully, i work in the fbi. behavioral analysis unit." he says, staring right at you.

you shuffle in your seat, suddenly aware that this possibly means he can read your every emotion, or thought.

"thats very.. impressive, but then again you do have an intelligent look to you."

he chuckles, "well, i have been told i dress the part."

you laugh, smiling at him.

"you know.. i noticed you a while ago." he says, looking down at his coffee and swirling it.

you raise an eyebrow, curious.

"how so?"

"well, if i may be bold, your very- uhm very pretty."

your eyes widen, taken aback. you flush, letting out a soft giggle.

"you think so?" you whisper, staring at him. he finally looks up at you, nodding.

"do you say that to all the women you invite into your home?" you tease.

"i don't often invite women into my home.. in fact, you might be a first. quite special." he smiles. your cheeks feel hotter.

"well, spencer, i noticed you a while ago too. your very cute. you might be just my type." you say, staring at him.

its his turn to blush, and he looks nervous, as he turns away from you, lips parting into a smile.

"perhaps a blessing in disguise your apartment being flooded.." he whispers, the smile evident in his voice.

"i mean," you chuckle. "there has been one good outcome.."

"mmm.. silver linings and all." he says, turning to look you right in the eye. its sweet, hes very sweet. you think your very much going to enjoy your next two days here... perhaps even extend your stay.

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[sitp-recs]

hi liv! i was wondering if you have any drarry meet-cute recs? i thought i saw a list of it once but cant seem to find it now :(

Hi anon! Sure thing, here are some fun recs with this trope. JulietsEmoPhase writes a lot of meet-cute AUs, I’d definitely check their AO3!

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sunflower, chapter nine

summary: after Y/n freaks out because Spencer got injured on a case, he just wants her to understand that he’s okay…

warnings:  references to 9x18, realisation of love, injured Spencer, kissing, crying, fingering, (comforting) dirty talk

word count: 1885

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You were on your way back up the stairs from your great adventure to see if there was any mail in your post-box. There wasn’t. But your trek up the steps was slowed down a bit by the distraction of a funny text from your sibling. Being too caught up in typing out your reply, you didn’t notice the figures that had caught up to you.

“Hi, Y/n!” you looked up to see Spencer, not in his usual choice of clothing, but instead in a red hoodie, some small navy shorts, and as a cherry on top, a matching sweatband around his head. Dare you say, he looked athletic today.

“Spencer, hey! You look,” trying and failing not to laugh, “great! I didn’t know it was casual Friday at the FBI headquarters today.”

“Oh, no, I just had to do a fit test,” his voice went up slightly at the end, making it almost sound like a question.

“A fit test? I would have loved to see that.”

“Yeah, pretty boy did about how you’d expect,” a man you hadn’t noticed till now interjected. He was helping a wobbly blonde woman up the last few steps, before turning to her with a smirk, “you did amazing though.”

“Aw, thank you, Derek, I’d hope so because I’m gonna be so sore tomorrow,” then looking to you and perking up a bit, “Oh, hello! Reid, who’s your friend?”

“Um, this is Y/n.” sounding a bit unsure of how to introduce you.

Trying to help, you added nervously, “I’m his neighbour.”

“Yeah,” Spencer agreed slowly, “she’s my, neighbour.”

“Well, I’m Derek Morgan, this is Penelope Garcia, we work with him,” the man named Morgan reached out his hand to you, “it’s nice to meet you, Y/n.”

Shanking both of their hands, you smiled politely, “it’s nice to meet you too.”

“You are just too cute! And this dress is amazing, where did you get it?” Garcia complimented.

Looking down at yourself, “I, um, actually don’t really remember. It’s really old.”

“Well, point still stands, you look gorgeous.”

Giving a tight-lipped smile, “thanks.”

Almost like a Freudian slip, Spencer agreed quietly, “yeah, you look really pretty today,” catching his eye, your smile grew more genuine.

“Um,” Morgan looked between the two of you, “baby girl, how about we leave these two lovebirds alone?”

“Sure, let’s go,” she agreed with a smirk, “see you tomorrow, boy genius!”

“Yeah, see you,” he replied, and then they left the two of you alone in the hallway.

“Do you wanna come in?” he asked, “I was gonna take a shower, but you can come in if you want.” Nodding, you followed him inside.

Almost as soon as you heard the door close, his lips were on yours, catching a quick kiss, “hey,” he whispered.

You were about to reply when your face fell. Being too distracted before by the way he was dressed, you had failed to notice the small cuts and bruises on his face, “what happened?” your voice shook slightly from the worry.

“What?” he asked, not knowing what you meant.

Lightly grabbing his face to inspect, “you’re hurt!”

“Oh, I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not! What happened?”

“It was nothing. Just got a few superficial cuts and bruises on the last case,” he explained, trying to calm you.

“Superficial? That does not look superficial!” you yelled, not noticing the few tears that had rolled down your cheeks.

“Y/n, I’m okay,” he reassured, reaching out for you, but you shrugged him off.

“Why did you do a fit test while injured? What if you just aggravated something?”

“I didn’t, I promise I’m fine.”

“How do I know you’re not just putting on a brave face?” you accused, “you might have a broken rib or something, and you’re just not telling me!”

“You want me to prove it to you?” grabbing onto your wrist, he pulled you into the bathroom. Opening a cabinet below the sink, he pulled out a first aid kit, “here, you can help me, see for yourself, I’m okay.”

Agreeing, you sat him down on the edge of the tub and took off the colourful band around his head. Starting with the cut on his right brow, you carefully removed the two steri-strips, crumbling them up and placing them on the sink.

Placing a finger under his chin, you turned his head to inspect the bruise on his cheek, and to detect if there were any other injuries to his face. Not finding any other, you let go and motioned down to his torso, “can I?” you sniffled. Nodding, he raised his arms, letting you peel the hoodie and the white t-shirt he wore under it off.

He was very much okay under there. But still, you reached out and touched him with a cold hand just to be sure. After a few moments of your poking and prodding, he caught your darting eyes, “see, I’m alright.”

Lip quivering, you pulled him to you, hugging him tightly, not even caring that his face went straight into your boobs.

“You really scared me,” you sobbed.

Stocking his palms up and down your back, “I’m sorry.”

“Please don’t ever do that again,” you mumbled into his hair.

“I’ll do my best.”

For minutes he just hugged you back, letting you squeeze him as tightly as you need to understand that he was broken, whispering repeatedly into your skin that he was okay.

You really liked him. Like, really really liked him. The thought of him being injured was obviously a terrifying thought to you, but why did it scare you this much?

He was hurt, how could you make it better? How could you make him feel better? He placed a few gentle kisses on your collarbone, and you suddenly noticed just how naked his upper body was in your arms. And then, an idea popped into your head.

Lowering yourself onto your knees in front of him, you cradled his head in your hands and kissed him deeply. Parting, you whispered against his lips, “let me make it better, let me help you feel good.”

Letting go of his face, you let your hands fall to his thighs, rubbing them lightly, slowly moving further up. “Y/n, you don’t-“ his sentence was cut short when your hand met his already half-erect dick.

Palming him gently through his shorts you pleated, “please, I want to,” you felt his dick twitch at your words, rapidly growing completely hard, “please Spencer.”

His eyes fluttered closed, and he let out a low moan, the sound making you rub your thighs together for some form of relief. Then, almost shaking it off, he caught your wrist, “no.”

“What? Do you not want me to?”

“No, no, I do, I just-, you don’t have to,”

“But I want to. I wanna make it better.”

“Y/n, you don’t have to do that to make me feel better,” he tugged some of your loose hair behind your ears, “how can I make you see that I’m alright?” then pulled you towards him and began littering your face with kisses.

Getting up from the cold tile floor, he pulled you with him, running his hand down your body as you caught his lips with your own. Backing you up, you bumped against the sink, making your lips part, and letting a small gasp out. Lifting you up, with surprising ease, he settled you onto the counter, parting your legs and settling himself in between them.

Kissing your neck, he ran his soft fingers up your thighs, thus pushing your dress up with it.

“Please let me do this,” he whispered, “let me prove to you that I’m okay.”

Pulling back to see your answer, you looked into his dark eyes, knowing what it was he was asking for permission to do, you bit your lip and nodded nervously.

Letting out a whimper, you squirmed slightly as his hand came into contact with your covered center. Your lips parted as he rubbed his fingers up and down, using a little extra pressure every time he brushed over your clit.

You grabbed onto the edge of the counter, “let me know, at any time, if you want me to stop, okay?” he breathed out, “you’re in full control here.”

Quickly nodding again, you reclaimed his lips, and he dipped his fingers under the waistband of your underwear, groaning into the kiss as he felt how soaked you already were. Drawing tight circles around your clit, you pulled away from his lips with a whimper.

Holding you close, he whispered, “I’m okay, Y/n. I’m right here.”

You then felt his fingers move up and down your slit but always ending each motion with a teasing touch to your clit. After doing it an agonizing number of times, he finally plunged his middle finger inside of you, making you moan.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he cooed, pushing his digit in and out of you at a slow pace. Releasing your grip on the sink, you clutched onto his biceps for support.

Adding his ring finger to the party, stroking your walls, and curling them slightly, he planted a hand in the roots of your hair and kept his lips right at your ear. “I’m okay, I’m right here with you. Trust me when I say, you make me feel so safe. Even if I was seriously hurt, just having near me takes all my pain away.”

Bringing his thumb up to stimulate your clit, your eyes struggled to stay open, giving in, you let them flutter to a shut. “You take my pain away, Y/n, I’m okay.”

In that rapturous moment, it surprised you what you had to stop yourself from blurting out. You didn’t just like him. If you just liked him, seeing him hurt like that wouldn’t have been so painful for you. You didn’t like him. You loved him. You loved Spencer Reid. That was all you wanted to respond with to his wonderful, sweet words. Instead, you just buried your head in the crook of his neck and let out a string of pornographic sounds as you road out your orgasm.

“I would do anything for you,” he groaned in your ear.

Hips jerking from the high, Spencer retracted his didges from your throbbing pussy. Keeping yourself close to him, you just stayed there a moment, trying to catch your breath. He wrapped his arms around you, hugging you even closer. Fuck, you loved this man.

“Hey,” he pulled back, “are you okay?”

Looking up into his eyes, you hummed in response. God, he was pretty. Standing there, studying your face. When he was certain that you were in fact alright, he smiled and brought his fingers, the very same fingers that had just been inside of you, up to his mouth and started sucking them clean. The sight honestly made you a little dizzy.

Pulling them out with a small pop, he asked, “do you understand now that I’m just fine?”

Biting your lip, you nodded, and then your eyes flicked down to his shorts, then up into his eyes again.

“Do you-,” you breathed out, “want me to…?” making a discreet motion towards his neither region.

“No,” he said calmly, with a warm smile, “I’m okay, trust me.”

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Weeks were commonly long in a suburban living, nothing unusual and soft life. Later that week, y/n was called in at the bureau on her leave day, for some sign off on a paperwork that needed to be sent to another unit and the process would be very slow without her. New superintendents of neighbouring units were rather combative of competence. Petty.

It was just going to take an hour or so and since she was called in as an urgency she didn’t bother dropping Julian home and brought him with her directly from his school game. From the looks of it, she had a big supportive sports jersey on with the same colour as Julian’s and his football shoes. However a grumpy pout adorned Julian’s face as she walked in with the boy, “I’m really sorry it was last minute” Emily said as y/n shook her head dismissing the trouble of it.

“It’s fine really, the game was over anyways” she shrugged as she took the file from Emily glancing through its contents. Julian, with crossed arms and a face of frown evident of his anger crossed to y/n’s desk and sat on her chair.

“What’s up with him?” Derek asked as Spencer joined too when he passed a grumpy Julian who didn’t say hi to him.

“School football.” She replied with a sigh, half attention still on the file she was going through with Emily.

“Let me guess, his team lost?” Emily inquired.

“Worse, they won but he was benched the whole time.” Y/n replied with a bit of a regretful look on her face “I somewhat embarrassed him too” she told them as she turned around to show the back of her sports jersey which had Julian’s name in big letters with his number.

“Wow, y/l/n.” Emily remarked with raised brows, regardless they got back to work.

“It’s alright though, he’ll come around” She shrugged in Spencer and Derek’s direction getting along to finish whatever she was required for at urgency with Emily.

In the meantime Spencer decided to approach Julian on y/n’s desk who was spinning around on the chair. His legs didn’t reach the floor so he had to use his hands with the support of the desk to spin and again and again had to unfold his crossed arms, display of being upset. “Hey there” Spencer spoke gently as he leaned on the desk beside him.

“Did y/n send you?” Julian asked with a scoff and a best attempt to roll his eyes, he surely had his auntie’s temper.

“Of course not, I don’t follow orders from her.” Spencer clarified and stoped Julian’s spinning so he could see him “I came by myself.”

“Then you can curtainly leave by yourself.” Julian mentioned.

“You mean certainly?” Spencer asked as a small chuckle escaped him. “Why I just wanted to talk, why are you so mad?”

“Football…” Julian told him with a sigh. “I didn’t even want to join their stupid team or go to their stupid practise or wear this stupid tshirt!”

“Then? Why did you?” Spencer asked, he was naturally very patient with children.

“Y/n made me. Just because I like messi and football doesn’t mean I’m good at it. I don’t even like any of it anymore” He confessed as his tiny brows furrowed.

“So you’re saying you don’t like messi anymore?” Spencer asked full well knowing the answer, people children idolise are difficult to let go off.

“I’ll always like messi…” Julian trailed off with a dejected sigh “Just football.”

This time Spencer knelt down so he could see eye level with Julian who sat on the chair, “You don’t like football because you’re not good at it? You’re just a beginner yet, beginner in football and even in life. You’re just seven. You got selected to be on a team at seven, that’s a huge deal already. When I was 13 I wasn’t even selected to volunteer for our school football team.” He recalled laughing a bit to himself.

“Yeah but…” Julian trailed off with a sigh “Everyone gets selected at my school team, everyone got to play today and I was just on the bench as an extra. I really did want to play.”

It was sad to see his spirits so dampened, it would be easier to convince and console an older kid with words, Julian being as young as he was had superficial hurt “hey now, you’re going to part of teams much bigger than that, where a coach who favours some kid whose mom sent cookies on practise days won’t get to decide who stays on the bench and who gets to play.”

“Y/n was so excited for me, she should’ve gotten to see me play…” Julian trailed off with a little hurt in his tone.

“Are you kidding? Y/n will forever be excited for whatever you do Julian. You are her absolute favourite and she loves you unconditionally, if you get benched or play or loose the game. It wouldn’t change anything for her since you’re you.”

“You kinda make sense” Julian nodded as a little smile formed his face, his tiny legs dangling, he giggled even more when Spencer tickled him. “Stop!”

“There’s that smile again” Spencer added laughing along for a while. Derek too came in, conversing with the little man. The two of them even got offered to come to the amusement park with him and y/n later once she was done with the work. Derek apparently had to refuse because he did not have a half day unlike Spencer.

“I don’t think y/n would really agree” Spencer told Julian about him joining the two of them to go to an arcade.

“Agree to what?” She asked from behind when she was done with the last minute file work she was called for, packing up her desk. It wasn’t as messy given she was there for just an hour.

“Can red come with us to the amusement park?” Julian asked her with big eyes.

“It’s Reid.” Y/n corrected him with a suppressed laughter “Uh I don’t know I-“

“See. She doesn’t get along with me you know because I’m bet-“

“He’s not better or whatever, he’s probably just busy right now. I get along with everyone.” She added feeling dismissed of her credibility of ‘making friends’ since she didn’t her last lesson to Julian about being nicer to his nemesis at school. She could be nice to Spencer, kids learn from actions.

“I’m not busy.” Spencer huffed.

“Can he join us then?” Julian asked raising his brows at y/n.

With a pause of contemplating how annoying Spencer was as it is on her work day, now she’d have him around even on her day off. She masked to be pleasant about it anyways “Sure thing!” She said as as Julian jumped out of his seat with a big ‘yes!’ Y/n was surprised he got over his prior hurt so fast.

She raised her brows at Spencer correlating if he had something to do with Julian’s lifted spirits. Spencer nodded a yes with a blink of his eyes and an understanding smile. Somehow that was a hit heartwarming to y/n. It was unexpectedly cute how well Spencer got along with Julian, because Julian was very reserved and y/n herself was always bickering with Spencer. They had a record of ‘fighting’ through a 3 and a half hour of flight. The reason they were going to the amusement park was because every time julian was having a bad time y/n liked to do all she could to change it. Spencer had already become a catalyst to that.

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It was a beautiful evening at the amusement park, Friday crowd wasn’t huge and the lines were short. Julian and y/n just did the typical rides, the cup and saucer, the cars, some arcade games. She was terrified of the big machine rides which weren’t even that huge, but any ride with her feet off the ground was a big no so Julian never got to ride them.

But since Spencer on his side, the scenario was changed. It was generally y/n dragging Julian away from the big rides now it was different “It’s not even that high up what are you afraid of?” Spencer asked, the swing ride wasn’t even that high in truth.

“I’m not afraid” y/n said wanting to appear completely neutral to it as Julian tugged at her legs to come join them too.

“Don’t be such scaredy cat!” Julian whined at her.

“I’m not a scaredy cat, just-“

“Oh you’re most definitely scared” Spencer had a good laugh along with Julian. “Come on it’ll be fun” he said attempting to hold her hand to come with them since Julian’s tugging was futile.

“No!” She exclaimed “I will remain on solid land, ground, where I put and where I am intended to be you guys carry on..” she said, Spencer and Julian seemed very sincere to have her join them so dropping the I’m-not-afraid act she instantly folded.

“She always does this!” Julian sighed giving up sharing a look with Spencer.

“Scaredy cat.” Spencer said as he held Julian up in his arms so the two of them could go along.

She rolled her eyes at the two of them having a fun jab at her, “I’ll wait for you guys on the bench.”

She walked back to the bench carrying loads of stuff Julian had on him, the stuff Spencer won him from the claw machine. With a faint smile on her face with how Julian and Spencer were laughing. She waved at Julian who was getting buckled up on the ride as she sat on the bench, an elderly man next to her who witnessed the whole interaction.

“Kids…they’re very adamant!” He remarked laughing softly.

“Tell me about it” Y/n added offering the old man a smile.

“My wife and I used to take our son to the carnivals, back in those days they were very frequent around the holidays. No matter how many times we’d go my wife would never climb on the ferris wheel!” He laughed recalling the memory, “It’s too high, too untrustworthy she’d say…my son and I would have a good laugh about it.”

Y/n couldn’t help but laugh as well as she nodded, “I relate to her.”

“We sometimes come here with our grandkids, it’s the same story even today…” he talked to y/n about his wife, family. Showing her pictures of his grandkids on a phone he didn’t know his way around but his wallpaper were the kids.

“Aww they’re adorable!” She exclaimed as she saw the picture the old man showed her.

“You and your husband have a beautiful family too!” The old said with a smile, talking about Spencer and Julian who were still on the ride.

“Oh-“ y/n paused for a second. She was always seen as Julian’s mom, being his god mother auntie and parent figure she mostly never corrected anyone. But her and Spencer well, “Thank you!” She accepted with a smile instead of correcting him. It wasn’t a long pause but she contemplated why she just did that? She couldn’t simply clarified they weren’t married, maybe on the spot how she never corrected the family dynamic assumptions with Julian was why she didn’t correct him. Because she was used to it.

But Spencer? Really? She’d be so irked if anyone mistook them for even friends. ‘We’re just people who have to work with each other.’ was her line followed by his annoyed eye roll. Why did just accept that. That to be with a smile or prolonged hesitation.

Her and her husband’s beautiful family: Julian? It did not sound as bad, she thought about the old man’s life. Growing old with Spencer going to such rides she would be too scared to be on. Growing old on inside jokes and a grounded domestic life. Envisioning a life with Spencer amongst hers, waking up next to him, stupid conversations and a twenty four seven fun fact box within him she secretly cherished which wouldn’t be so secret if they were married no? She realised how closely she knew Spencer despite it all, to vision a life with him not just so superficially she actually knew him that well? Perhaps he did too beneath all their petty fights. To be loved is to be known is it not?

No. Stop it. What in the actual world? Some sappy old man just going about his day with absolutely nothing to do but sit at benches and talk to strangers about his kids and grandkids would not induce some feelings for Spencer in her. Feelings what feelings, what even was that no? She suddenly pulled out of that train of thought feeling heavily awkward with her own self. Genuinely uncomfortable the life she was off to imagine. There was no reality where that was possible with the annoying Spencer.

“Oh they’re back!” The old man informed her of what he saw, when Julian and Spencer were getting out of the ride.

“Right…” she trailed off with a smile getting out of the bench, “have a good day sir.” She told him leaving the bench as if she was guilty of something, she somewhat was. Not planning to tell Spencer about the interaction nor planning to have that conversation with herself ever again she greeted the two normally. Them going off about how fun the ride was as Spencer carried Julian and they walked through the park to its restaurant.

Going through the menu as y/n announced she’d try something different, Spencer suggested an item on the menu with a reasoning of her taste. Which was absolutely accurate. He remembered that? How did he know this? To be loved to is to be known. No. Rubbish really stop. That was so inane, he was a profiler, it was his career to notice and know things him noticing her preference through lunch and dinner does not mean it’s romantic. It’s barely platonic they don’t even like each other that much.

She felt like she was disgracing herself with how far her mind could think, too embarrassing. Thinking about your coworker like that. As someone who’s raising a child having a teenage girl day dreaming segment in your mind was ridiculous she had to pull herself out of this before it gets worse.

-

Later that night Spencer dropped off Julian and y/n back at her place, hugging his goodbye to spencer Julian was the first inside. Leaving y/n and Spencer on the porch, street light illuminating above the houses in a line and her yellow light from the swing on the porch on the two of them.

“You don’t want to come in?” Y/n asked politely, completely courteous, like a professional. She added those adjectives for herself in her head. “Cup of coffee?”

“Weren’t you off of coffee though?” He asked puzzled remembering how she told him she was on a coffee detox on his last visit.

“Two whole days. New record.” She told him with a sarcastic smug at the irony of it, gaining a small laugh out of him.

“Remarkable.” He added soothing his laughter “Later I guess…I plan to sleep tonight so” he said.

“Right of course” she nodded with a smile, “good night then” she told him. Awaiting his goodbye and goodnight but neither of them said anything nor moved. He didn’t, for some reason and y/n’s mind wandered to what it would be like if he just kissed her right here. On her porch like in the movies, she was somewhat paralysed in that state with a small smile adoring her face. Evident of her wandering mind having good thoughts.

Just then Spencer closed the gap between crashing his lips onto her. It took her a while to register she wasn’t going mental and hallucinating this, it was actually happening as his hands held her in his. Pulling her close through her waist, she had already instinctively kissed him back. To keep up she smiled into the kiss enlacing him in her arms. It was a passion filled kiss with tender touching of holding and wanting to be held.

After a while when she pulled away to breathe, the smile hadn’t left her and how she was naturally flushed brought a smile on Spencer’s face too. Neither saying anything after that long and passionate kiss.

It was all in the haze of new romance until it dawned on her, the upcoming misery marathon. No no no no. What? What did she just do? “That was-“ before Spencer could finish his sentence she immediately looks for a way out.

“I uh I have to walk my laundry…” she said hurriedly as the awkwardness burst into both their faces. To over explain much much more poorly she added “And wash my dog…” she said with urgency and opened the door behind her to inside her house. “Good night.” She greeted him and ran inside shutting the door behind her.

Eyes wide and for once the genius’s mind worked too slow to comprehend her.

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Spencer Reid x gender neutral!reader

After Maeve

- after Maeve’s tragic murder, Spencer isolated himself in his apartment for a while

- in the two weeks he didnt leave his apartment, he was left multiple gift baskets by Penelope, and every member of the team came to visit at least once, only to be met by an unanswered door

- Spencer had gotten used to the knocks at his door followed by the voices of his friends offering their support, he never had the strength to reply verbally, but he appreciated their visits

- one day, though, a knock was followed by a voice he hadnt heard before

“Umm...hello? Is anybody home?”

- Spencer lifted himself from the couch and travelled the great distance for his front door. looking through the peephole, he saw a woman that he didnt recognise, holding a plate with a towel tenting slightly over it

- she looked worried. that was enough to override Spencer’s grief as his FBI instincts took over and he opened the door

- she grinned at him with an expression of intense relief

“O-Oh! Hello! I wasnt expecting you to answer the door, my name is (Y/N).”

“Who are you?”

- Spencer was beyond confused, but when he saw the blush that lit up your face, he wondered if his question seemed harsh or rude

“I-I live just across the hall, I moved in last week and ever since, I’ve seen people come and go from your door- a blonde woman with glasses brings baskets regularly. A-At first, because nobody ever answered the door, I thought maybe whoever lived here passed away and they were leaving things in your memory. B-But they talked to you through the door sometimes, I noticed on my way to and from work. So I thought, well, you must have gone through something terrible and I wouldnt be a very good neighbour if I didnt try to help- I know it isnt my place and Im sorry if Im oversteppi- I made some cookies but u-uh you dont have to tell me anything, I just thought- oh god Im sorry, I’ll just go.”

- your explanation was hurried, panicked and somewhat guilty as you attempted to speed walk back to your apartment

“Wait!”

- Spencer called as loudly as he could manage, you turned to face him, still clutching the towel-covered plate that he now knew to be hiding freshly baked cookies

“You dont know me, we’ve never even...”

- he couldnt bring himself to finish his sentence. never even met, just like her

- tears stung his eyes, his voice left him

- immediately, you noticed the changes in his body language and you scrambled over to him, placing the plate of cookies on the floor among the baskets

“Can I hug you? Is that alright?”

- Spencer nodded and you didnt take another second to think before you pulled him into your arms

- as soon as you embraced him, his tears broke free and rolled down his cheeks

- much to his surprise, the hug didnt feel awkward at all. it was the most comfort he had allowed himself to receive

- he felt more comfortable with someone who didnt know him, didnt know the details of what happened to him. you were someone new, someone who had never known him before he had been in this state; you had no expectations of him, no loyalties or personal care towards him, so he could break in front of you

“Shhh, it’s alright, you’re ok. Take some deep breaths for me.”

- your voice was so soothing to him, the first one he’d really heard ever since that gunshot

- Spencer nodded into your shoulder and pulled away from you slightly, which was your signal to let go of him

- he wiped his tears while you picked up the plate of cookies and gave them to him

“Like I said, you dont have to tell me anything, but these are for you. Im right across the hall if you need me.”

- and you were

- at least once a week, you would knock on Spencer’s door and deliver him a new batch of some homemade baked goods

- cookies, cakes, banana breads, anything!

- sometimes Spencer didnt have the strength to answer the door. on those days, you’d leave the plate of food at his door, run back to your apartment, handwrite a quick note with a pen, then run back to his door to place the note on top of the plate. that way he’d still get a little bit of conversation from you, even if he didnt have the strength to answer

- he couldnt describe the combination of appreciation and guilt

- on the one hand, you were ridiculously sweet to him, unconditionally caring towards someone who was little more than a stranger to you, at a time when he really needed a friend

- on the other hand though, you were working tirelessly all day and then coming home to immediately bake him something more than once a week, he didnt think he deserved that, and the closer you got to him the more in danger you were

- that mentality continued throughout your friendship

- you two naturally drifted closer than friends did, but every time Spencer noticed, he would retract into himself

- he thought he was protecting you, but in reality he was hurting you

- he didnt realise just how much pain he was causing until you confessed your feelings and broke down crying because you thought your obvious feelings for him had been making him uncomfortable

- that’s when he told you about Maeve

- it wasnt easy for him, even after knowing you over sixth months

- he cried, you cried, it was a very emotional moment

- he assured you that he did care about you a lot, more than he would for a friend, but he was just so broken

- you held him until he stopped crying, and then you told him something that changed his whole perspective

“Spencer, it is impossible for history to repeat itself. You can hit me with any statistic you want, but the fact is, no matter how similar an event may be to another, the people involved, the time, the day, the context- it would all be different, and therefore not a repeat at all. What happened to Maeve will not happen to me.”

- he knew you were right, and your words did reassure him, but his heart was still wounded; it was scarred

- somehow, without him having to say anything, you knew exactly what he needed to hear

“I dont want a relationship, not now, and not ever unless you are completely ready. Patience is as easy as breathing when it comes to love, Spence, so I dont mind waiting.”

- and that was that, you two had come to an understanding

- over time, Spencer allowed himself to venture closer to you, emotionally as well as physically

- your presence was comforting enough that once he calmed down, he wasnt afraid of the feelings he had for you

- you explained to him randomly one day that part of you was worried he only thought he had feelings for you because you had helped him heal, in the sense of sexual transference syndrome

- while you were rambling about this and essentially inventing a cop-out for Spencer just in case he didnt actually love you, he placed his hands on your shoulders to stop you walking beside him, and kissed you

- he then took a few steps, acting as though he was casually continuing to walk, while you stood frozen, in a daze

- Spencer gave you a dazzling grin, like the swoon-worthy interest in a cheesy romance movie

- without a word, you reflected his grin back at him, and took the few steps necessary to catch up with him

- the two of you began walking side by side again in silence, avoiding eye contact bashfully

- you gingerly reached out your hand and nudged his ever so gently

- Spencer smiled to himself and interlaced his fingers with yours

- and that was just the beginning

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Fall into me | chapter three

"The saddest thing in life and the hardest to live through, is the knowledge that there is someone you love very much whom you cannot save from suffering.." — Agatha Christie

Chapter one - Chapter two - Chapter three

pairing | Spencer Reid x fem!reader

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 | Things changed after Spencer was taken hostage.

"There was no sun in my sky, No mirrors for monsters, and No love in sight. Then you walked down those stairs And I knew my heart wasn't mine"

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 | +7.3k sorry not sorry hon' and good lucky

TW 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 | bad English, inappropriate language, awful situation, mention of drugs, addiction, mental health awareness, comfort in each other, reader has trust issues, kidnapping, episodes set No way out and Revelations all from season two

Author's note | hope you enjoy and don't kill me, I didn't reviewed the story.

Seriously that you got a call early in the morning? You begrudgingly get up and do what you need to do, you call your neighbour that is usually awakened at this time and ask I'd she could look after your dog for certain periods, to which she agreed.

Arriving at the BAU, you meet the new agent, Agent Prentiss, you have heard this name once, nevermind.

The moment you saw what JJ was showing on the screen, you got it, you have watched plenty of sci-fi movies and action films, it was a biological weapon, but you said nothing since Prentiss started showing off her skills in Arabic, it surprised everyone, but Hotchner face didn't flinch a move.

Well, you know a couple of languages and you still learning in the middle of the night when you're alone while watching a TV show or film by making you company, however since Spencer's visits turned out to be oftentimes, you haven't progressed a lot. The new agent sees smart and hard-working, but as you can notice by her corporal movements, she wants approval.

Hotchner said that you would come with him and Morgan, letting Spencer, Gideon and Prentiss go for Guantanamo Bay. You were not happy, but he's the boss.

–So, see you later?-you say before Spencer left for the Airstrip.

– Yeah, I hope you'll come with us again soon, Gideon seemed not that happy when Hotchner told him that Prentiss would come with us.

– I hope he doesn't scare her.-yo usar playfully, but you're hurt, you weren't made to work in the actual camp, therefore it didn't matter anymore, Hotchner noticed that you could do well in both ways as well as Gideon noticed too, you remained calm and centred, even in the worst possibilities.

But what no one knows is when you come back home, what is inside your mind when you can't show what you want to do right after those awful cases that your team solved? An incoming headache is foreseen, soon or later it will come and you shall crumble.

In a glimpse of time Spencer saw your mien drop off, he stared at your defensive eyes.

– Is something bothering you?-he forgets about his shyness and touches your should, making you look at his face, and your cheeks start burning.

– Ehm... What? NO no no, nothing is bothering me, just I don't think what they're saying is the real issue, there's something more behind it.

– I know, wait.-he still staring at you.– What did you mean by something more? Do you think it's a...

– Spencer, five minutes ended! We're going now.-you give Spencer a weak smile.

– Go and be safe, see you.

– Same thing, be safe OK.

– I'll be, Morgan always says I'm a child so as a parental figure, he says he'll keep out of trouble, I mean, not getting myself harmed.

Spencer wanted to put you in safety, he'd like to come and let you safe, so nothing could harm you even when it wasn't his area.

–Spencer!

–If we don't catch up on time, you know when I'll meet you!-he quickly says before halting away from ye

–Go quickly!

.

–Bonnie Ryan

[...]

– Agent y/l/n.

[...]

– They must have done escape drills.-Hotchner walks away while Derek followed him, you stood still looking around if you could catch any missing points, then you follow their voices to a room where you saw the bio equipment, while Hotchner and Derek are describing the supposed unsub or gangsta and where they might attack.

–Any ideas y/l/n?-Hotchner suggest and you gestured with a more or less.– What do you think it is?

– Don't judge me in a bad way, but what if it is a bioterrorist weapon? I don't know what ingredients are inside but it doesn't seem just what we see on the surface.

The DEA agent is not happy, not with you of course, but with the statement, if it's a bioterrorist weapon, they must solve it quickly. Hotchner and Morgan said nothing until Morgan found a papel, a list filled with chemical components.

You snoop beside his body, not as subtle as he sees yet he let's you check.

Well, you forgot almost all chemistry classes you took while at school, it doesn't make any less dumb, but what you have just seen froze you.

When Morgan gets what Garcia told him, he first turns his head at you with a worried face, you were right, it wasn't a simple thing that you guys were putting your hands on.

– Are you sure? All right.

– What'd she say?

– Garcia says this looks like a list of additives needed to weaponize anthrax.-and you did it again, Hotchner's eyes are filled with panic even if his face stood as a

Inside the car with Hotchner and Morgan, you're paying attention to Hotch's phone call with JJ.

–[...] And notify Gideon and Reid.-you hear a small okay from JJ, Hotch look at Morgan and Morgan turns to you.

– Are you ready, kid?-your mind says no, yet your mouth betrayed you faster than a blink.

– Yeah, are we going now?

– Right now.-finishes Hotch.

When JJ warned the others about you going with 'em to seek this dangerous place, Reid's heart skipped a painful beat.

Inside the van of The Omega cell with all the right devices you searched along with Morgan for anything that could lead you to a clue, you stopped in your track muttering something under your breath, you felt panic through your veins, you touch Morgan's arm.

–What?

– This is a trap.-you alert with a muffled voice, but Morgan didn't hear you.

– What?

–This.is.a.trap.

– How do you...

[Guantanamo bay]

Reid changes glances between the screen and the unsub hands.

-Something's wrong. His hands.-he reports the man's behaviour.

[...]–Is that Hotch?-Gideon asks while hasting.

– What's the problem?

– Get everybody out of there. Now. NOW. Now.-Gideon demands.

–Everybody out! It's a trap. Now!

You glare in fear at Hotch orders, you just feel Morgan grabbing yoyourand as quickly as possible dragging you out with no problems, soon as you all get out of the container you feel your body being pushed away and a man screaming, but your hears are all buzzing here and there, your body felt weak with suddenly explosion and hot air while pieces from the container were all flying around near ye all, lucky you that Morgan was dragging you before any damage could be done.

The three of you were together when agent Ryan begins chatting, she's sad, you've lost a S.W.A.T member, why they couldn't listen to you for a second? If they heard you all of you would be alive. Morgan after Garcia calls off to apologise, you feel your eyes burning with anger and sadness, you could have done more, you should have screamed that it was a trap, but with your fear you just told Morgan, barely audible.

–[...] Not yet.-Hotch finished his talking with the DEA agent.

[...]

When Spencer and Prentiss heard what happened at Guantanamo, Spencer was all worried, his hands holding tightly a paper scrap. If Prentiss noticed? Yeah, but she choose silence, she knew, she can't just ask "Hey, are you okay? The girl what is she for you? You can call her and see if she's okay if you don't mind" out of nowhere since she met them less than a day.

– Are they okay? Is she okay?-Spencer asks Gideon when he turns off the phone, Gideon ignores the second question.

–we were right about the trap. It was rigged to explode. A SWAT agent died.

Spencer could finally breathe, unfortunately, you guys lost a swat agent, there's no word to describe a loss but since he didn't know whose the person was, he couldn't feel much.

[Break time]

You huffed stressed, when you arrived in BAU, and with no time you're dragged again inside the car with Hotch and Morgan, really? On the back/rear seat again?

– Thank you. We just got a lead

–So we did get a name?-you ask with hope.

–And an address.-Morgan complete.

After the FBI agents get out of that house, they explained what they saw, you just could feel your stomach churn in despair, we're too late.

As you thought, you three come back inside the car.

[...]

Shopping scene.

Your heart was racing when you start running heading towards the security room with Hotch.

You saw how stressed Hotchner was when he reported the men's localisation to Morgan, the minute after this you tried to calm down Hotchner which you did a great job, affirming that his wife probably cancelled the photography shoot with his son, because, according to you, she'd like to do it with her family together.

– Thank you kid, it was such a stressful day.

– A stressful case Sir.-you cross your arms breathing.–Gladly our team were able to finish 'em, you can go back home and hug your family.-he returns you with a soft yet weak smile, that man need a good sleep.

– I'll make sure to listen to you more, Morgan told me you, the minutes before the explosion that you have warned him that something was oddly and all the cases before it too.

– Thanks sir, but now, what do we do now?

– We should head home kid.

[...]

I'm an adult, geez, why do they call me kid or child!

–Nala, do you think Am I a kid?-she barked, you felt a pang into your heart.-No no Nala, mommy is an adult woman, right?-the dog hides it's face under its paws, you just stare at her.

You cannot believe, your own dog getting doctrinesed against you.

–What a meanie.

The day was stressful and you needed a good nap after a good warm shower and Spencer couldn't show up, since they arrived late that day, he didn't mean to bother you.

[...]

SEX, BIRTH, DEATH

Spencer is in a hurry while drawing a boy profile on his notebook, he almost bump in JJ, his hands were moving as the flash as it could possibly do, he picked up the phone talking with someone, minutes before it you were talking with Gideon when you saw your friend agitated.

– What's popping?-you cheerfully ask, but when he answers you weren't spectating for it.– Okay I'm out of this case.

– Oh no, you will come.-Spencer says.-Right, Gideon?-the confidence in Spence eyes made Gideon only nod, he never saw it, not even when playing chess.-Told you.

You two hastens away from them, and Gideon gives a forth look at you both and back then at JJ.

– What's happening between these two?

– I don't know Sir, as far as I know, they're friends with odds way in demonstrating it.

– Friends... I see, if you say, I don't mind, is not my business anyway, call Hotch and tell him he should come with us to the dead-house.

[...]

Oh my J. Why are you there staring at a woman dead body? ok, you knew ehy you were here, because a special lad dragged against your will, but why they needed you in this case? Dummy girl, you thought to  yourself, 'because you're part of their team'

Hence, as you can see, complaining wouldn't help much, wake up and start working, you noticed the woman body and if Spencer is 100% right, the boy that had done it is mad mad, could only be a boy in a sophomore year or a first year university student, but your money's is on the first option, yet your guts don't lie, there's something odd.

While you were heading back to BAU, you complained.

– Why you needed me?

– Because yes, and besides this poor affirmation, did you noticed something?

– We will need to see Garcia and check up, but I bet the boy you met is a horny boy with a wretched mind, but my guess is, he's might be a sophomore year student.

– Okay, but why sophomore year?

– Ill give you a simple answer, because its the horny age, Spence.-he gasped.

– Oh okay, but I don't think it affects everybody at this age.-yeah Spencer, I can believe.-I never.

– Neither did I, but as far as I can know my friends had done a lot of stupid things while I were studying.

–O, gotcha, though I never had friends.

– Okay, okay, do I need to repeat it again? I'm  your bestie right now, what is in the past, must stay in the past ok.-you couldn't notice at first(because you were looking at the pavement movement)but what you said made he open a wide smile

– Right, let's see Garcia.

[...]

Time flies by and BAU is getting the unsub out of hands, now after the sixteen years old girl death you've been set to work with Garcia, you both less than 10 minutes found what Spencee wanted, as a reward suddenly out of nowhere, Reid kisses your forehead while he held your cheeks happily as soon he rushes out of the room leaving you with a speechless shocked face and a shocked Garcia growing with slowly a mischievous grin.

–What the heck have I just seen?

–Don't make me questions that I can't answer.

...

You're passing by Reid table, he called you but you were with your purse on hands ready to go home, when Garcia stopped you holding your arm.

–We're hitting town tonight, you two, let's go.

– I don't feel like the a good company tonight, sorry.

– Neither do I, my precious hacker.-you Tey to fawn her, but you won't get out.

–Hm nope, you two, don't make me bring both of you by force, good boy.-she says when Spencer gives up getting up.

–I don't when drink, my dear!

–Then I pay you a soda.-Spencer continues, making Garcia proud.-What!? Why are you looking at me like that?

– Because I'll rip your bashful smile out of your face.

–Don't brag sweetie, we are going now -Garcia dragged you outside.

However when you arrived near the car Spencer got a call and his cheerfully smiled dropped in seconds.

–What happened??-you came closer him, but he opens the back seat door of Penelope's car, he makes you get inside and then rushed to Garcia.

–It's Nathan.

°°°

After what happened with the boy, Spencer left with Gideon while Penelope were being comforted by Morgan, and you, well with the wind, you shake your head getting out of there going to the nearest bus stop, when the bus arrived you heard your name being called but you were already in.

When you arrived in home you put all of your clothes in the washing machine and took a good shower ready to sleep, the panic and blood that you saw this week were enough, but as you're an unfortunate person someone rang your house's bell. Before opening the door you check who's the visitor,  if is an unknown you would call Nala and pick up your gun, but all what you see is a pale Spencer, you mentally shrugs but open your door.

–Hey, you shouldn't be here after what happened, you should've be at..-y/n is interrupted by a tight hug that almost made her fall on the floor, confused you trust in your guts  and just held his hug the warmest way possible.-Shushh, it's okay, it's okay, Spence, what we saw today it's over now, right?-He kept holding you in his arms,  you thought Gideon calmed him over past hour, but as you can see, Spencer is here, his hands trembling as hell.

You had to force him sit down on your sofa and drink a calming tea, not coffee for tonight, Spencer apologised for his abruptly visit but he also remarked that he'd told uou earlier that day he'd come to you house, it's was awkwardly after the hug because you didn't know what to say when you and he shared minutes that seemed hours staring at each other. You moved haste first, holding his hand and making him sit down while you were preparing the tea.

Nala leant her head on his lap, which seems to distract him, that's a good girl.

After the tea, Spencer quickly sleeps on your comfy large sofa, which causes you to cover him up, you mutter lowly to Nala.

–Keep an eye on our boy girl, mom will sleep too.

And after that day, something happened in both heart's,  but no one would do anything, not now.

Spencer had been visiting you lately at night times, you never asked why he's coming when you both finish your cases, because deep down, his company doesn't make you feel lonely, not ignoring Nala's existence, but having another human near, laughing and telling secrets and stories could never be replaced, even if that person its always bringing you scientific facts.

....

Derek Morgan's case close — you were mad at everybody, you were paired to work with Garcia, check as quick as possible to get your friend out of his prison. You couldn't believe either Hotch or Gideon were doing, how could be all of them fools, the moment you realised was the same moment you read the letter that Carl Bufort sent to the judge, your tears were burning your eyes and cheeks, Garcia asked worried why you were crying, she never saw you crying like this, eyes filled with a quiet anger.–"Hon' what happened, why are you crying? This is just a letter".–"Garcia... Haven't you noticed why Derek never told us about his past? Is because he have a scar, a deep scar that is private, why do you think he doesn't wanna us to know, I'd feel the same.Yet your friend couldn't understand.–"Garcia...All the clues have dots and those dots links each other" when she connected then her face fell.

The case went by and you two said anything, you'd didn't wanted to make Morgan sad or get him angry, since the stress of this case, this is a matter that isn't your place to say anything if the person wants to forget about their scars, thing that Gideon and Hotch unfortunately opened again, you know, somehow it was needed yet in a unpleasant way.

...

No way out (part 1 of 2)

Nala is the star of this episode, your brave girl helped a lot, you didn't enter the house, your dong sniffed something as she ran you followed and alerted everybody foretelling that you found the trailer, you dog haven't enter3d but barked, Hotchner came in first, then Spencer, Prentiss and you the last, your eyes googled in dread and further you see more your stomach churn, Spencer approached you pulling you out of the car, he seemed pale as a ghost.

–Are you okay?- you ask him first.

...

After that case, Spencer was once again at your house, eating and watching something you didn't know what it was, you didn't complain, seeing him distracted and calmer is enough, after dealing with that psychopath who still ran away right above your  nose, twas enough.

You sat beside him, giving him a tea cup, while you were sipping your mug with coffee and milk mixed, he stares at the tea cup followed by your coffee mug.

–Why tea?

– You need rest.

– I can sleep by drinking coffee, your coffee is good.

– Caffeine is considered to be a stimulant, which means it increases activity in your brain and nervous system. It also increases the circulation of chemicals such as cortisol and adrenaline in the body. In small doses, caffeine can make you feel refreshed and focused, yet beyond that I surely consider, enough for you today.-he stares at you with those eyes of an abandoned dog that has given up pestering, you were right and he tasted his own poison.

– If this is the reason, you should've a cup of tea then.

– Milk softens the effect of caffeine and despite of it, coffee gives me a reverse effect, I usually get sleepy when my belly is warm.

He roll his eyes with a tiny smile while his head hangs back.

– I can't really believe in what I have heard.

– It's up to you mate, wether you like it or not, this is what happens.

You guys stays in a silent for a couple of minutes when until he question you:

– How you can do that?

– Do what specifically?

– You never flinch when you see mutiled bodies, dead bodies either being of a woman or a child.

With it your body language changed, you tensed reflecting about it, it's true, every case when you're exposed to dreadful backgrounds, your face is neutral, your eyebrows and shoulders just tenses and recoil, you're always with a cheerfully smile, lightning the room even when you stay shut saying nothing only when you have something. Why and how can you just simply act as if nothing happened as each case passes by worsening than the latest case?

Your mind turned numb, your eyes for seconds with no light, Spencer panicked seeing your silence, you usually snaps back.

– Sorry, you don't need to answer if you ...-you tilt your head toward him.

– Honestly or the basic resume?-he hesitated before looking at your eyes.

– The first one.

– Honestly,  I don't know since when I'm like this, I think it's because I don't want to be seem as a weak person, as well I either flinch or cry, I shall not show it, because inside of my head it shows me how weak I am.-Spencer halts his cup of tea on the small table near the sofa, with a quick move he approached his body near your, side by side.

– Why do you say that? Flinching is not a demonstration of weakness nether crying showing them doesn't make you any less brave, in my opinion, it just shows that you're a human and that you care ..

– You didn't get it Spence, before I make it at the BAU, I saw plenty of things that followed my dreams turning them into nightmares, I couldn't even sleep, always crying and in the next morning Id have to put on a makeup so none would noticed that I've been crying the whole night and my mental health wasn't getting any better, but then some episodes later...-his attention is all on you.- Some how I manage to surpress everything that scared me, because I thought to meself, this is the career I've chosen and I shouldn't be scared or surprised anymore, cuz deep down I knew what would happen. I've built a China's wall around my feelings and that why I try my best at not showing you guys any reaction, I longed for become my strongest version of meself.

Spencer took mental notes about what you said and he understood the meaning of all of this, but he also knew you're not all good up here (mind) and that it might be a little fucked up, he gives you a tender smile, his hand struggled but he messed your hair making you frown, what he really wanted to do was stroke your loosen hair, but well, he's such a gentleman.

– What was it?

– Nothing, by the way, I think you should, step by step if you'd like, show more reactions when we see dreadful things, you know, when you don't do it you make all if us look silly.

– Oi! I'm not the only one doing it, Hotchner barely changes his humour and the new agent also never flinch and I mean, mo offending.

– You understood what I meant, don't compare yourself with the others, there's only a Morgan as so  I have only one y/n.-you bubbly laugh.

– After my dim statement you managed to make me laugh, you have an odd way to flatter me Spence.

– Just because your mind is different from others.-you lean in, catching by surprise with such closeness.

– Why? You're saying Am I weird?

– No! Well, I mean, only if you consider me weird as well, because the way your mind works is same as mine, different, oddly.-you back off still staring him with a sassy smile, around him you naturally have a side smile spread.

– Two weirdos then, cheers.-Nala is sleeping when you get up.– If you still coming at my door at night I think I should buy a new bed and put in my office so you could sleep properly while you're resting here.-he urgently denies.

– There's no need for it, if you want me to leave, I'll leave rig..-he stands up faster than you thought.

– Heck no! Back off genius, you're staying with me tonight and in any night time you'd want, you're always welcome Spence, I was just joking silly boy.

– Ah... So I'm nor leaving?

– If you dare to put a toe out my doorstep, I'll drag you inside by your hair.–Spencer begins to laugh sitting again on the couch, inside you something stirred, you'd like to ask him, why is he always coming at your door, doesn't he thinks that you're boring?

Spencer noticed you dull expression, you're thinking in something, because when you're doing it, he knows you lost yourself in your thoughts being em not very pleasant.

– I'd pay billions of dollar's to know what's inside your mind right now.-he snaps you out of your reality.

–What? Were you profiling me right now?-you scoffed a laugh arms crossed.

– Kind of, what you were thinking?

Nothing important you'd say, but you rather started an another subject.

– Do you wanna visit my little piece of heaven? I think I haven't shown you where I work when I ain't at the BAU.-Spencer again quickly haste from the sofa, making you giggled, you show him the way past the hall going up the brief staircase to a singular door made of polished wooden. – When I was a child I've always dreamed of having my little special place so I could run in and stay safe.

– Are you sure you want to share it with me then?-you violently nod with a pout.

– You're my very being person, Spence, you're my best friend.-his heart doesn't want only it.– And I haven't been a good hostess, I just showed you the loo, kitchen and living room, except the most exciting part of my residence.

– Go on.-he anxious yearns, what's behind the door? So this is the space you do your things? It's the place you are comfortable in, it's your special place, it means a lot for you.– You're making me interested and curious.

Saying nothing more you open the door revealing what behind the door, his face just enlighten with the view, getting in before you in excitement, Reid its definitely on cloud nine, his fingers began to do theirs strange movements when he's thinking as well his tongue.

Behind the door you have hidden a mix between where you'd called it a mix between an office and a library, high bookshelves with loads of book yet there's still space to fit more of em and in the center there's an office table with your PC sided by a laptop aside by a lampshade, your office chair in position, near one of the bookshelves there's there's a comfy armchair beside it a couch-rest bed, where your body fits perfectly but not Spencer, if he'd want to use he'd have to shrink a wee.

– Book!-he's already checking on them like of he was a little boy fan of dinosaurs visiting a paleontology museum for the first time seeing his favourites stuffs.-You have never interested me more.– and his heart and brain comes to terms, he wanna marry you, when? He doesn't knows, but he'll even not knowing what to do with it.– And you hide it from me, how dare you.-you look astonished coming closer his side.

– You know, I thought you'd find me weird

– More than people think about meself? Not in a hundred times, that's the place you find come to work, study and also relax?-you positively nod making his heart beat faster.

– Here's where I can find an escape, mainly when I'm alone after arriving home due to a stressful work day also when you don't come, I stay here until I fall asleep, I think the day I marry, if I marry and don't get killed, I'd like to buy a bigger house just to have a library inside home and don't mix with office business.

Reid is holding a handcover book, turning his entire body in front of you. The moment you mentioned marriage, buying a bigger house and make a library stirred his being.

– Do you wanna marry some day?

– Pretty boy, who doesn't? But if I don't find anyone worth of my love in the future, my prince and his dark horse, Imma just marry myself.-he falls into a laugh, you're unbelievable.- What? Why are you laughing at me?

– The mind of yours have an enchanting way to catch me off guard.-you gasp, he isn't cooperating with you when he's just simply and bluntly tells you what he thinks, making your heart skip a beat, it's unfair.

The more you make him laugh, open a wide smile, listen to him when he's telling unfortunate facts or fun facts, make him feels out of breathe when you walk in saying good morning or good night, the more you make him skip a heart beat, the more your intimacy growths.

It should be illegal, your mere existence should be illegal, he's not safe around you.

[Revelations]

In this case you stayed with Gideon and Spencer, but along the way everything started to crumble.

Garcia couldn't access the serial killer's IP, this issue were giving to everyone a headache the killer was a psychotic, a sick person who was commenting crimes desecrating sacred verses from the Bible for Christians in his every murder case.

Albeit everything begins downhill when Spencer and JJ were sent to go to Hankel's house

When they found JJ, only her returning from the mission, you for the first time in one of the cases with the BAU, you stepped back, your heart races as Sonic were in a desperate  hurry, yet it did not allow you to cry, you could only tremble when everyone went searching for clues to find Reid.

However nothing was working, why!?  Why!?

Until the video reaches you and Penelope also joins in person with everyone at Hankel's house, seeing him in that chair made your body tense, an anger you hid for so long, one of the feelings you deprived for long years for her to be sane as well as the sadness that filled her heart at seeing Reid so vulnerable.

You couldn't take it and left the room, Prentiss after the video was over went to comfort you and you, the person who seems a little difficult to hug, hugs her, that showed how fragile you were.

Prentiss wasn't the only one, JJ too, but you didn't want to forgive her, she should have stayed together with him, they both should have stayed together, she could have taken care of him, but here she was.

Of course!  You don't really blame her, I was just as in shock as you are and if I were you in her shoes I'd understand, her empathy was sometimes a pain in the ass and sometimes a blessing.

Morgan and Penelope went to talk to you shortly thereafter, both to reassure and to see if you were still in a position to stay on the case and you said that you wouldn't go anywhere without seeing until Reid is safe and sound.

Every minute when you were with them and alone, you try to stay positive, attracting only good things like "Spencer will be saved, he'll be in safety soon, we will find him, you'll find him"

You could barely sleep, even when you closed your eyes to sleep, your anxieties were still awake

And it was then that after the dead couple you gave up, you decided to help Penelope, not knowing that it could work, you took a local map and tried to memorize a bit of what you saw of the video, the place behind what it was

The time now was your worst enemy, the sand in the hourglass reaching to its limits, a valued time that you didn't have, that Spencer didn't have

You didn't know how long he could stand being in the hands of that crazy Raphael, you just wanted to cry, but the tears didn't fall, not while everyone could hear, leave them for later

Garcia told you to rest and you agreed, but when everyone went to sleep, you returned, sleep could not take effect as your mind was dominated by adrenaline

You stayed up all night again until everyone was surprised to see you with the exhausted look and a bad mood, but you got something in the middle of the night, yet it barely escaped your hands and you told Garcia, she asked how it is you only managed to say "I don't know how I let it slip, but I was so close to find"

Before the nightfall you captured the signal and IP address of that video, you managed to decode whatever your input was, as if it were a plague of locusts that wiped out the entire corn crop, quickly and decisively.

You trembled and stuttered with words while the map was in your held,  the map that you manually drew on the computer screen and handed to your team.

— "I found it, I I I saw the details behind the doorstep, there's trees and a graveyard nearest, please, just believe me without making question when we don't I have time, is a damnit gun shoot deep in the dark, but I'm sure we will find our boy"

And then you fainted, Morgan's arm quickly held you when your body and consciousness betrayed you, Morgan had to carry you to a bed and lay you on it, right after all of they left to find Spencer while a cop were looking after you.

You couldn't sleep well, you didn't even were able to sleep, then your body claimed for its well deserved rest when your work is done.

Reid is rescued, all of em were relieved when they saw him alive, in a bad and desperate state but alive, godforsaken, all seemed so relived when your guidance leaded them at the right place

Hankel got shot, anyway

Spencer was so weak, he was a definition of a mess, a mix of feelings  that he couldn't even describe, seeing the whole team coming for his rescued. All the tight hugs he received, except one, yours.

– Where's y/n? Why she's not with you?- he asks Gideon who huffs in worry.

– Agent y/l/n fainted before she could make it.-he became paler than he was, he babbled.

– W What!? What happened with her, is she okay? Is she safe?

– Safer than she could possibly be, kid, she found your localisation, Garcia told us she barely could rest, she stayed up all night, she haven't grip a nap then her body claimed for its own rest when it recognised that her work was done. -Gideon pat his shoulder, let's go home boy.

So it means, because of you, he is safe now, not in a condition indeed yet alive he remains.

– Can I have... Can I have a second alone?-Gideon didn't wanted, but his lips shrink agreeing.

And then, Reid comes back and took the drugs.

Then the weekend came, at 06 a.m you left your house in which you dedicate this time to walk your dog. Your mind filled with the scenes of Reid being captive,  you haven't seen he since then.

You returned home an hour and thirty minutes later, took a good shower and then left again, but Nala stayed at home this time.

You went to a shooting club, you have calmly put on the headphone protectors while you loaded your gun looking at the target(using eyes protectos too), the first shoot in the left side of the chest straightforwardly in the lungs was enough to make your mind weak against the demons that you once make a oath that you would never let em win you mind over.

A flashback knocked down your mind guard.

Unknown years ago

Before working for the BAU at Quantico you used to work in London before your transference and recommendation letter, you used to be just like Garcia, without the twisted nicknames, an assistant rookie with your work friend, they used to be your best friend, until the day they had been take as hostage, you truly tried, yes you did, every effort to make em get out that situation, racing against a time you barely had.

She got shot, the right in the middle of its head, you saw the photos and you blamed yourself for that day, you should've be at they side, you'd do anything to be in their place, yet they wouldn't return, but what freaked you out was knowing that your another colleague were a traitor that also made the trap which get your friend killed, how could you let it happen?

That was the very case that you got yourself into depression, no one could be trusted enough, they'll bite you back. After their death, you couldn't stop sobbing nor crying when you're left alone in your flat, but you had to fake it, because if people from  work felt that something is up with you, they would make you resign and go to therapy or a psychiatric, well, you should've go but you didn't, so you faked every single day the most brightest smile, covering the wounds that the past left in your life.

And seeing that same scene after those years happening with Spencer, your mind entered in a frenzy, too much for your poor heart.

"- not again please."

You felt a gentle hand touching your forearm snaped you out of your mind.

–Are you all right kid?-it was Morgan voice, what is he doing here? You thought.

–W...What? Wait, what are you doing here?- you put down the gun.

– Sometimes I come here to de-stress, I think you're doing the same, but you look awful.

– Thank you for the compliment.-you replied grumpy.

– Easy girl, but since you're here, wanna bet just to see who shoots better?

– You're making my hour worth now.-you take a deep breath.-And don't tell the others that you saw me here, none need to know my whereabouts when I'm enjoying my weekend.

– Not even Garcia and Reid?

– If they ask, you can, but they won't, I'm boring and let me be boring in the weekends.-Morgan denies with a smiling face nod.

– Whatever the little princess wants.-you shyly smile.-But I think you should visit Spencer after getting out of here.-your eyes googled at him, Reid isn't okay? Of course he isn't but you don't want to bother him.

–Why should I? Have something happened?

– You're his friend, I dear to say the closest and that would understand his geeky speeches, besides it I think something is popping inside his mind.-your eyes softens, your heart just listening about his name and what might be happening give you such a pang in the heart.

– I don't want to bother him.

– Bother him?-Morgan loads his gun.-I think, besides me of course, you're like the one that make that boy smile in a way that I, as a common person with a common sense could sense that he loves you when you're around.-your cheeks starts to warm-up, you load you gun once again.

– Don't say things that you might be wrong.

– I used to say the same about your guesses and in the end, you 95% was right.

– Where is 5%?

– I am a proud man kid, I have to maintain my esteem.-you laughed.

– Okay, I'd visit him anyway, but thanks for explaining your thoughts, you might be 100% right.

– Then let's see who's better with a gun.-he declared.-Beware girl, I'll win.

–What a cocky conclusion and, please, tell me where Spencer lives, I forgot his address.

– It's a matter of fact that I'll win and ok, after our deal, I'll give his address, ready or not, there I go.

Well, Morgan won and as a prize, he asked you to bring your special brownies.

You just lose for a slightly difference, Ouch, with a pout on your face you left heading towards home, but in the middle of your track you remembered and as you were not far away from his home, you changed your route.

You toc-toc his door, arm's crossed anxiously waiting, what would you say? You have no subject to talk about, and you're also afraid what are you supposed to do with your visit.

You knocked again and no response again, you inhale and toc one more time.

–Reid, please, open the door..-you're giving up.- Reid I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you when they rescued you, I am really but you know, I really wanted to make it, so please open the door and then shuts it again, I know that friends are supposed to support each other in their darkest times, Reid if you don't want to see me because of this, I'll leave, but you won't get rid of me that easi..-And then the angels answer came, the door is wide open as your eyes due to the suddenly action.– What th...

You're caught off guard, because the moment Reid opened his door, pushed you in closing the door behind him,he quickly pulled you into his embrace, holding you in as if you were a precious dragon's gold, and he'd be the dragon in his most desperate way to protect what belongs to it. Although this isn't the real meaning of all of his action.

Reid tightly hugs you, notnwant to letting you go and in a moment of shock you did nothing, but then your gentle hands fondle his back soon turning in a reciprocal hug, if he takes off your lung ait, you'd let.

– Thank you , thank you and thank you again.-he whispers under his breath, fraught in his voice. You had to shut down your eyes.-You saved me, I know the others did the same, but you found me, you found me y/n, and I'll be always grateful for it, I owe you and I'm so sorry...What I did when I chos..

– Shhh... It's okay, It's okay, I'm here and you didn't do anything wrong. There's nothing to apologise for.-you slowly untangled of his hug, just to hold his hand gently stating into his eyes, you hardly do this, you can't keep it for a long period.

His deep red eyes with the bags under his eyes, steaming glowing eyes, he sniffing his nose to not cry, his vulnerable state, his soft hair all in disorder.

Your face trembled, seeing he in this way, how to control your own breathing? You should be strong, you're always have been the strongest, even when you crumbled.

But you couldn't say much, your lips shavers when you tried to say something or smile, your bidy shifted the weight side to side, as you opened your arms, inviting to another hug, as if this action speak for itself: "Hush now, it's alright, you're no longer alone." And Reid hugged you again, a mix of gentle, starved touch of a hug.

Morgan was right, he needed you.

Hence the moment Reid saw you in his doorstep, and heard everything that you were saying (he was in the bathroom until he recognised your voice) he knew that his heart was no longer his to keep.

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MASTERLIST

All my Oneshots/Series are listed below:

Most (if not all) are over 1k words.

Eddissy:

Found Family

Steve Harrington:

Talking About It part 1/4 -> Steve Harrington x Henderson!OC

Talking About It part 2/4

Talking About It part 3/4

Talking About It part 4/4

Ride or Die -> Steve Harrington x OC

Dean Winchester:

A Winchester’s Daughter 1/? -> Dean Winchester x Daughter!OC (B99 crossover)

A Winchester’s Daughter 2/?

A Winchester’s Daughter 3/?

Demon In Love -> Dean Winchester x OC

Love In The Bureau 1/? -> Dean Winchester x Steve/Peggy Daughter!OC - AU!Agent Dean

Love In The Bureau 2/?

Love In The Bureau 3/?

Love In The Bureau 4/?

Love In The Bureau 5/?

Love In The Bureau 6/?

Two Hunters and A Baby -> Dean Winchester x OC

Can You Picture It? Us? -> Dean Winchester x OC 

Folding Laundry -> Dean Winchester x OC (or fe!reader)

Saying "I Love You" -> Dean Winchester x Fe!reader

Wedding Day Disaster -> Dean Winchester x Fe!OC

Childhood Crush -> Dean Winchester x Fe!OC(Zoey)

Old Friends, Old Cars and New Love -> Dean Winchester x Fe!OC (Peggy)

Spencer Reid:

A Life of Shocks and Promises 1/? -> Spencer Reid x Austin

A Life of Shocks and Promises 2/?

New Recruit -> SR x OC

New Neighbour -> SR x OC

Best-Friends In Love -> SR x JJ (Jeid)

Castiel Novak:

I'm Yours -> Castiel x Fe!Reader

Solider Boy:

A Soldier in Montana -> Solider Boy x Fe!OC

Beau Arlen:

Dance with me, Darlin’ -> Beau Arlen x Reader

I Can Feel You -> Beau Arlen x Fe!OC (reader if you wish)

Last Minute Customer -> Beau Arlen x Reader

Steve Rogers:

Falling In Fall -> Steve Rogers x OC (female - Noelle Harlow)

Tell Me What We Are -> Steve Rogers x OC (Female - Isla)

Peter Parker:

Christmas Movies and Kisses -> Peter Parker x Fe!OC (Alex)

I’m In Love (With My Best Friend) -> Peter Parker x Fe!Reader

The Look Of Terror -> Peter Parker x Fe!Reader

A Moment Of Everything -> Peter Parker x Fe!Reader

Bruce Wayne/Batman:

Drowning In Love -> Bale!Bruce Wayne x Fe!OC (Althea)

Javier Peña:

Durazno -> Javier Peña x Fe!OC/Reader (Last name; Becker)

Secure -> Javier Peña x Fe!Reader

Kiss In Stitches -> Javier Pena x Fe!Reader/OC (Last Name; Jackson)

Blood Washed Away -> Javier Pena x Fe!Reader

To Shitty Days and Shitty Families -> Javier Pena x Fe!Reader

Din Djarin:

Without Logic, or Reasoning -> Din Djarin x Fe!Reader

Anthony Lockwood:

Wake Me Up (And Hold On To Me) -> Lockwood x Fe!Reader

Bloody Pardon -> Lockwood x Fe!Reader

Bloody Pardon 2 -> Lockwood x Fe!Reader

Bloody Pardon 3 -> Lockwood x Fe!Reader

Bloody Pardon 4 -> Lockwood x Fe!Reader

Freak Like Them -> Lockwood x Fe!Reader (more found family with all Lockwood and Co)

Message From Iris -> Lockwood x Fe!Reader

Punch At First Sight -> Lockwood x Fe!Reader 

Joel Miller:

To You -> Joel Miller x Fe!Reader

Written In The Stars -> Joel Miller x Reader (is Fe! but no use of pro-nouns in the fic)

Quiet Crushes -> Joel Miller x Fe!Reader 

Javi Gutierrez:

Cambiando El Mundo -> Javi G x Reader

Clint Barton:

Out Of Depth (But We’ll Be Okay) -> Clint Barton x Fe!Reader (18+)

In Love -> Clint Barton x Fe!Reader (16+)

Oberyn Martell:

Dove -> Oberyn Martell x Fe!Reader

Loki Laufeyson:

Everything Little Thing (Is Magic) -> Loki x Fe!Reader

Detecting Love -> Loki x Fe!Reader

Billy The Kid:

Don’t Waste A Second -> Billy the Kid x Fe!Reader (16+)

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[sinfulspencer]

The Black Dahlia (pt.2)

Prompt: Spencer and Daisy, now named Dahlia, meet again.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Rating: mature (18+, minors DNI)

Warnings: murder, death, blood, violence, the Black Dahlia case

Words: 8.9k

A.N.: Reminder: Reader is a serial killer. There’s nothing romantic in what she’s doing, so please, do not romanticize her character or defend her from her actions. She needs to be held accountable for her manipulative and murderous behaviour, end of the story. Keep in mind that this is a fanfiction: I do not condone the actions of the characters, nor I support them – and I certainly do not encourage such actions. Stay safe! x 

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The days have passed with no particular events and the team is still stuck in Arlington, trying to find a way to solve the case without causing too much of a fuss. They are all affected by how nothing seems to be giving them a lead - nothing in these women’s lives is weird or off.

They were all loved, no enemies, no fights, no problems at work. 

Nothing seemed to have sparked an interesting starting point.

Unfortunately it was difficult to keep the case away from the media, because someone leaked something - and the whole city turned against each other, creating havoc from one side of the town to the other. 

Neighbours accused neighbours. 

Young teenagers didn’t want to go to school. 

Fights, fake accusations, calls to the local PD. 

“Penelope, you’re on speaker.” 

Spencer puts his phone at the center of the table, putting his hands on the edge of the table. 

“Okay, I found something really, really awful about these teachers. I’m not sure it’s something, but it could potentially be a lead.” - Penelope mumbles, typing something on her computer - “Twenty years ago there was a case, or a situation, of a serial rapist in this town. And guess what?”

Emily raises her brows, crossing her arms to her chest. “These women have either been victims or witnesses?”

David leans back against his chair. “How did we miss that?”

“We didn’t! I had to grab a bigger shovel and dig into the city’s past in order to unseal those files! The case was dismissed because all women were minors when that happened and their parents retracted the accusations.” - Penelope exclaims, agitation in her voice - “They were convinced their daughters were lying. There wasn't enough proof to charge the man, so he was released a day after and the case was shut down. No one ever saw those three women ever again because their parents sent them to a correctional facility here in Arlington for their problematic behaviour.”

Spencer sits down on the chair with his hands grabbing the edge of the table. He doesn’t like where this is going and he doesn’t like the fact that you’ve hinted him to kill the man before he could get to you. Why would this man get to you again? Why would he touch you?

What were you talking about?

If this has something to do with an old case, it means he has something to do with you and your past. Spencer doesn’t know how you found out about this case, but you’re on the run - maybe you stumbled here in Arlington, maybe you saw the murderer, maybe you know something.

Spencer hopes to find another flower in his bedroom later.

“Okay, so these women were victims of a serial rapist.” - JJ chimes into the conversation, looking at Luke - “Do we think it’s the same man seeking revenge? Were Beatrice, Elizabeth and Zoe the only victims?”

Silence fills the room for a few seconds, then it gets interrupted by Penelope’s disgusted voice. 

“No, unfortunately they weren’t. Three more girls came forward against the same mea and their story matched the stories of our three victims. I’m going to send you all their names and their addresses, if you want to talk with them.” - Penelope says, humming - “They disappeared as well and came back to Arlington a year later from the same correctional facility.”

Spencer is quiet, barely looking at the file. 

He’s lost in his thoughts, trying not to let the anger show through his eyes. He knows he’s being observed by half of his team and he can’t let his emotions get the best of him. Spencer has to protect you from them and from the man you’re so desperately begging him to catch, but what happened?

Did he touch you? Were you one of the victims as well?

What led you to send Spencer a flower and beg him to capture this man? 

Spencer crosses his legs under the table, moving his eyes to the phone. “Penelope, who was the primary suspect? Can we have a name?”

“I’m trying to find it, but it seems… Oh.”

Oh?

Spencer exchanges a glance with Luke, as they speak in unison. “Oh?”

“Robert Y/L/N.”

The whole team goes silent as soon as the surname leaves Penelope’s lips. Spencer is the most affected for obvious reasons, but JJ and Luke are too. They keep looking at their colleague, then at each other. They’re trying to keep him calm, especially Luke who puts both his hands on Spencer’s shoulders - this is not a great situation.

This is dangerous.

“Any connection with Y/N Y/L/N?”

Penelope hums through the speaker. “Yes, he’s her uncle. He used to live here in Arlington until those accusations were made. He had to move away when they were dropped and… Oh wow.”

Do you have something to do with it?

Do you know anything about the case? 

Luke wonders if you’re here right now, if you’re doing this to punish the man accused of raping too many women in such a little town. Is this your way to bring justice to the families? By killing the women and making it look like it’s your uncle’s fault?

Or is it really your uncle’s doing?

It wouldn’t make sense that you’d start killing women. You’ve never even thought about doing that because you have a specific target in your mind, but maybe this is another way to taunt the team.

To taunt Spencer.

Is it, though? 

Are you able to kill a woman without feeling sorry for her? Are you able to kill a woman by severing her body in half, cutting her all over and dropping her body somewhere in a park?

You’re a psychopath, but you have a set of very strong beliefs you’re not going to let go. However, as JJ said, the team has to keep in mind all the possibilities of you switching the victimology to get them off your back - you could be using old cases from your family tree to cover up your tracks, but why would you be so careless? 

Why would you use your uncle’s crimes to cover your tracks? 

Why would you let the FBI investigate something like this? 

Unless you have nothing to do with these crimes and you’re actually innocent, for once in your life.

“When Robert moved to Georgetown, he was quiet for years. He even got married and had a child with a woman named Cecily. They were happy, nothing much happened, until.. another string of accusations were made against him.” - Penelope speaks through gritted teeth. These cases are not easy to read about - “This time he targeted four women in their early 20’s. He killed one of them and was sent to prison for eight years.” 

Luke looks at Spencer for a brief second, noticing how he’s grasping his trousers with one hand and using the other to draw circles on the surface of the table. His colleague is trying his best to maintain a calm demeanour, but his body language is betraying him.

Does he know something?

“Let me guess, he was released a year ago and moved back here.”

“Reid, you… scare me sometimes.” - Penelope chirps, hoping to bring some light with her joke - “Yes, Robert was released a year ago. Initially he went back to Georgetown for Cecily, but she got married again and filed a restraining order against him.”

That’s the stressor.

“Then, Robert came back to Arlington. He was quiet again, and then… He disappeared. No telephone traceable, no home address, no job. Nothing. It’s like he vanished, but we all know he’s not vanished.” - Penelope mumbles, typing something else on her computer - “I’m going to send you everything I’ve found on Robert and his photos.”

“Thank you Penelope, you did a great job.”

Spencer hangs up the call and stands up from the chair, immediately heading out of the room. He feels sick, as if there’s something at the pit of his stomach that begs to get out of his body - hearing the sound of your name coming from Penelope’s lips and how your uncle was accused of such crimes, drives Spencer mad. 

Did you know about what he did? Were you one of his victims? 

Spencer needs to breathe some fresh air or he’s going to go batshit crazy on Robert when he finds the bastard. If he has laid a finger on you, if he even thought about touching you, Spencer is not going to let him leave - he’s going to find a way to make him react during a takedown and he’ll take him down himself.

Whatever it may cost him.

You asked Spencer to find the man before he could get to you. He's not going to disappoint you. 

Luke leaves his jacket on his chair and steps out of the conference room to look for his colleague, worried that this situation might have triggered him into thinking about you - and spiralling. It wouldn’t be the first time a case hits a little too close to home, it’s normal to feel like you’re being targeted - and even if Luke doesn’t know that this is not the case, it’s better than him thinking it is. 

Finding Spencer in the back of the local PD, with a glass of water in his hands, Luke waves at him. 

The other man doesn’t look at him. 

“Hey. You okay?”

Spencer shrugs, chugging the glass of water and throwing it in the trashcan. “I’m fine.”

“I can imagine…”

“No, you can’t.” - Spencer cuts him off, shaking his head and pacing back and forth in front of his colleague - “I didn’t come here to Arlington to let her taunt me. I don’t even know if this is a taunt or not! If she wants to find me, why can’t she just talk to me?”

Luke takes a step back, raising his brows. “Do you think this is a sign from her?”

The young doctor inhales deeply, realising that he has made another mistake. He knows damn well that you’re not sending him a message, unless you count the note still folded in Spencer’s pocket. 

“I have no idea.”

“Do you think she’s behind these murders?”

Spencer shakes his head without hesitation. “No, she wouldn’t change her victimology so abruptly.”

Luke tilts his head, crossing his arms to his chest. “Not even if those women accused her uncle without proof?”

“Come on, Luke. I’m sure those women all had proof, but the parents dropped the charges because they didn’t want their neighbours to talk shit about the family. We know how these situations go, we’ve dealt with them before and this is exactly what’s happening.” - Spencer spits out, his anger easily detectable by the way he’s moving - “We need to find more proof against Robert and put him behind bars before he grabs another woman.”

Spencer runs back inside the local PD, leaving Luke alone with his thoughts. 

Even if he knows that Spencer is angry because Penelope mentioned your name, he has no clue why he’s so passionate about the case - not that there’s anything wrong, it means that Spencer cares about the victims and wants to bring closure to the family, but it feels like there’s something else going on.

There must be something.

Otherwise his behaviour cannot be explained.

Spencer dials Penelope’s number again, walking back inside the conference room. “Can you compile a list of all the women that have accused Robert of his crimes? Every single one of them.”

“Do you want to know if Y/N is one of them?” 

“It’s likely she was.”

“Oh, Spencer... yeah, She was.” – Penelope whispers, noticing his voice dropping lower – “I’ll send you everything I can as soon as possible. I promise.”

“Thank you, Garcia.” 

It doesn’t take long for Penelope to send the whole team the list of all the twenty women involved with Robert, from the first accusations in Arlington to the last one in Georgetown that ended in murder. Spencer is visibly angry when he stops reading the list, focusing only on one name at the top of the paper, and the whole team knows why. 

They don’t say anything, focusing on all the other victims. 

“There were seven women here in Arlington that accused Robert of inappropriate behaviour, four of them were killed in the last few months.” – Emily announces to the team, pointing to the glass board behind her – “We need to contact the last three women and put them in protective custody, they’re probably his next target.”

Spencer barely looks up at the board, reading your name over and over. 

Is this why you wanted to kill your father? Because he sent you to your uncle’s when he got locked up in prison? You wanted to murder him because he sent you to your abuser? Is this why you’re here in Arlington now, sending Spencer flowers? 

The Black Dahlia laying on his nightstand is a clear message, a message he didn't get its meaning at first, but it's obvious now. 

You were telling him that there’s a man recreating that murder over and over, targeting those women who accused him and sent him to prison – and for that reason, he lost Cecily. He’s avenging his loss by forcing those families to lose their daughters, because he thinks it’s their fault he didn’t get the life he thought he deserved with his ex wife.

Well, it’s not their fault if Robert is a fucking monster and Cecily wants to protect herself, but psychopaths have a logic of their own. 

Spencer folds the paper on the table and puts his right hand in his pocket, brushing his fingers against the note you left in his bedroom a week before. He can’t believe he has missed all of this – if he had told the team what you were trying to do, maybe he could’ve speeded up the process of the investigation. Maybe he would’ve caught him sooner and maybe... Maybe you would’ve graced Spencer with your appearance. 

He sounds so fucking crazy right now, he knows it, but he misses you. 

He’s desperate to find Robert because once he does, and accomplishes his task, you will come back to him.

That’s all Spencer wants. 

You, his Daisy. 

JJ closes the door of the conference room, looking at Luke who sits alone at the table, holding his phone. The rest of the team got out to try and talk to Samantha Nolen and Olivia jackson. Luckily, the two women have answered their phone which means they are safe, but JJ or Luke didn't get so lucky with the third woman, Victoria Duncan. 

Since she also hasn't posted anything new on her social media accounts, which is unusual for her, they try to contact her family and friends in a desperate attempt to track her.

“She doesn’t answer.”

Luke shakes his head, dialling Victoria’s mother’s number. “Has Garcia tried to contact her friends?”

“She’s calling her best friend, I’m trying her cousin right now.” – JJ says, bringing the phone up to her ear - “I think Robert got to her before us.”

The two agents keep on calling her friends, asking them if they know if Victoria is at work or somewhere else but nobody seems to know anything. They either haven’t seen Victoria in days or they haven’t spoken to her for even a longer time, which alarms JJ and Luke – they need to consider her as a missing person.

They don’t want to find her body, they want to find her alive and well, but maybe Robert got to her before they could do anything.

Spencer and David are having a conversation with Samantha on the other side of Arlington. 

The young woman has all of her windows and her doors locked, terrified that whoever was looking for the other three women, who lost their lives and were involved in the charges against Robert, might be searching for her as well. She has been inside her house ever since the second woman was murdered, because they remembered each other pretty well.

Samantha was the first woman who ended up inside that mental health facility not too far from Arlington, paid by her parents in order to keep her quiet. David conducted the whole conversation because he saw how agitated Spencer was and he didn’t want his colleague to make a mistake, to upset Samantha even more than how she is already.

It’s normal to be affected by these crimes, especially if they’ve involved you in the past.

“How can you be sure Robert is the one behind the murders?” David asks

Samantha shrugs, looking away from the man in front of her. “Because he threatened us before leaving this town. When we were sent away, me and all the other women, we were forced to have a conversation with him. Our parents thought we could fix things with him, because they didn’t want our family to get a bad reputation.”

Spencer uncrosses his legs, leaning forward with his body. “Why do you think he got to Beatrice, Zoe and Elisabeth first? And not you or Olivia?”

“I have no idea.” – the young woman whimpers, covering her face with her hands – “I was the first one he hurt, then there was Olivia and Victoria. All the others came after.”

David glances at Spencer, tilting his head. “He’s grabbing them from the last one to the first. He’s going backwards."

The young doctor tightens his hands in fists, breathing through his nose. All the proofs are pointing to your uncle and Spencer wonders if you’ve already found him, or at least understood his pattern.

From what the team is gathering from these conversations with Robert’s first victims, is that he’s killing all of his old victims backwards. Elizabeth first, Zoe second and Beatrice third. Which means Victoria is the next, the woman who’s already missing, then Olivia, Samantha... and you.

Spencer is not going to allow him to get to that point.

He’ll stop Robert, no matter what it takes. He can’t let him get to you or he’ll never forgive himself. Spencer has disappointed you already by ratting you out to the FBI and pretending to be caring for you; he was supposed to let you kill your father, but you didn’t. He survived. And now... not only do you want to kill your father, probably, but you want to make sure that your Uncle gets locked up before he gets to you.

Spencer knows that you won’t stop until you find him, but he also wants to prove to you how loyal he is.

Even if it kills him.

“We really appreciated your help, Samantha.” – David says, standing up from the couch – “You and Olivia will be protected until we find Robert.”

Spencer glances at his colleague, then he takes a deep breath. “Can I ask you something, Samantha? Before we leave?”

The young woman nods eagerly. “Yes. Yes, of course.”

“Has Robert ever spoken about someone named Y/N?”

David immediately turns his head to look at Spencer, surprised that he would even think about mentioning you in such a difficult situation. David knows how Spencer is becoming obsessed with you now that you’re out of prison and he understands why Spencer is so nervous, why he’s trying his best to find you, but he can’t bring you up every single time he has the chance to.

It’s a question that can easily make Samantha retract everything.

However, the woman seems to be eager to answer.

“I don’t remember much, but she was with him when he... When he caught me.”

Spencer’s heart drops in his chest. He wasn’t expecting this answer.

“Was she there when...”

David leaves the sentence hanging, not sure if he should use the word in front of Samantha. Not every victim can handle the sound of it so he has to be careful. He doesn’t want to scare her or trigger a panic attack – it can easily happen.

“Yes. I... I don’t remember much, Agent Rossi.” – Samantha says, furrowing her brows and turning to look at Spencer – “She was young, Doctor Reid. She probably was 7 or 8 years old, she was so small.”

You were so young.

A child.

David never felt bad for you because of the actions you’ve done in your present, but he can’t help but think about how you could’ve been different. How a normal family, a mental health counsellor, a psychologist or a psychiatrist, could’ve helped you become... better.

“Did he force her to touch you?”

“No, no. He kept yelling at her to stay back, to stop crying and observe.” – Samantha sniffles, brushing the back of her hand under her right eye – “He told her that one day she was going to end up like me.”

Spencer stands up from the couch in the blink of an eye and, waving at Samantha, storms out of her apartment. He can’t fucking believe what he just heard her saying, how Robert threatened to rape you once you grew older – but did that happen? Did that really happen or did you get away before he could do it?

Even if you did, the fear those words might have struck in you pushed you to become the way you are today.

Spencer wants to find Robert and rip his throat apart. He wants him to suffer, he wants to kill him with his bare hands and leave his body to the weather, to the animals. Robert doesn’t deserve to be brought to justice, he deserves to get killed – in the worst way possible.

In the most painful, atrocious, torturous way that exists.

“I was a child when you did what you did.”

He grits his teeth. “I never touched you.”

“You didn’t. But you told him to touch me, to raise me as his. You told him to love me as one of his children when all the damage was already done.”

Spencer keeps replaying the words you yelled at your father before killing him. You had tears in your eyes, your chest was rising up and down rapidly. You were so angry, so terrified in that moment that Spencer would’ve loved to hug you from behind and comfort you.

You looked so small in that moment, pretending to be a fearless creature when in reality you just wanted a normal family. A family that loved you, that helped you grow up, that showed you how love and courage can turn you into an incredible person.

But no, your family turned you into a monster.

 A monster that, despite the murders, has only hurt people who deserved it.

Spencer hated seeing you like that, with the anger blossoming in your heart and your fingers tightening against the edge of the table. And at first, he didn’t even think about your words. He was so focused on your body language that he actually forgot what you were saying.

“Spencer? What’s up with you today?”

“Nothing, I just want to find this son of a bitch before he hurts Victoria. We don’t know how long she has been taken for and I’m worried she might not have much time.” - Spencer spits out, placing a hand over his gun attached to his hip holster - “What if he gets to Da… Y/N? What if he finds her?”

David goes silent, noticing the third mistake Spencer has made. 

“I’m sure Y/N can protect herself. She’s not stupid and she’s not worried about using a knife.” - David answers him, crossing his arms to his chest - “Did you know he used to do this?"

Spencer shakes his head, heading to the car not too far from Samantha’s house. “No. We didn’t talk much when I was with Y/N, but she hinted at something when she was talking to her father.”

The older agent hums, jumping into the car. “I remember when you said that.”

“She said: ‘But you told him to touch me, to raise me as his. You told him to love me as one of his children when all the damage was already done.’”

David turns the engine of the car on. “If we don’t find him in time and he doesn’t get to Olivia and Samantha, he’ll definitely look for Y/N.”

“That can’t happen.”

Rossi stays silent, noting in his brain Spencer’s odd behaviour.

The day after Spencer’s conversation with Samantha, Victoria’s body is found at Fort Barnard’s Park. Dismembered, like all the others, and in the same exact position – which means Robert struck again, regardless of his knowledge about the FBI working actively on the case.

Spencer couldn’t sleep the night before. 

He laid the Black Dahlia on his pillow and spent the whole night looking at it, as if he was hypnotized. He dreamed about you being there on the bed with him, of him being able to wrap his arms around your neck and kiss you, of him whispering to you that you were going to be safe because he wouldn’t have left you. 

Now, with a fourth body on his back, Spencer knows that he has to be quick. 

It’s been seven days since he has arrived in Arlington, seven days since you’ve sent him that message through your flower – and Spencer is worried you might get impatient. You don’t really like waiting, however you didn’t do anything to Robert – which is why Spencer was confused at first.

Even though he understood that Robert was his test, to prove his loyalty to you, Spencer couldn’t understand why you didn’t want to kill him yourself. Whether he touched you or not, Spencer expected you to get your revenge on him as well – just like you did with your father, but you didn’t. 

Why?

Just to let Spencer prove his devotion for you?

Just to let Spencer prove his desperation to have you or see you?

“Spencer can’t know about this.”

He stops in his tracks as the sound of JJ’s voice captures his attention.

“He has to know, Emily.”

“No, he doesn’t. Spencer needs to stay focused on this case.” – Emily says, her voice stern and not discussable - “I’m not going to jeopardize this investigation just because someone claimed to have seen Y/N around. She’s not the main focus of this investigation.”

Spencer knows very well you’re in this town. You’ve been in Arlington probably even before the team arrived, triggered by the presence of your Uncle and your thirst for revenge over him. You’ve been quiet, too quiet, but apparently now someone saw you.

Spencer knows he shouldn’t be happy, because if that sighting is true, then you’re in danger. What if Emily decides to hunt you down in private? What if she asks another team to hunt you down while they focus on Robert? What if she wants to catch two birds with one stone?

Taking a step forward, Spencer opens the door of the room his team is settled in. JJ looks at him for a brief moment, then she sits back on her chair and keeps working on her file whereas Tara and Emily head out to talk to the head of the police department. They need to speak with whoever has seen you around, they need to make sure that you’re not going to interfere with the investigation.

When Spencer and David came back from their afternoon with Olivia, they told everything to Emily and the rest of the team. 

You’re there to get your revenge over your Uncle’s behaviour towards you. If he can’t get to Olivia and Samantha because they’re being protected by local enforcement, he will have to start looking for you – and knowing you are in town, somewhere they don’t know, he can get to you easily if he knows that you’ve escaped prison.

You probably bragged about him and killing his brother, which could’ve been another trigger or at least a stressor when he found out. 

Penelope didn’t find much on your father’s family, just that he and his brother were separated as soon as they got older. They weren’t bad kids, they were completely normal until your uncle started to touch women without their consent and your father began to kidnap strangers and slash their throats, with no apparent reason.

Your family was weird.

Penelope is not surprised you grew up like that, sick and twisted like them.

However, she felt bad for what happened to you and what she found out. She knows that Spencer asked her to send everything she could find on you, but Emily ordered not to – if Penelope had sent him everything, he would’ve found a way to get to Robert before everyone and choke him with his own hands. 

That’s exactly what you want.

“We don’t have anything.” – David breaks the silence within the team – “People here saw Y/N, but not Robert. How’s that possible? Either he has a house nobody knows about, or there’s something wrong here.”

“Penelope already checked his old apartment with Cecily, but there’s a family living there now. She also checked the warehouse where he used to work in, but it has been turned into a supermarket.” – Luke explains, crossing his arms to his chest – “Both Samantha and Olivia said that he used to take them behind their high school, but we’ve already checked the place and there are cameras there. No one has been seen there.”

Spencer walks towards the window, opening it. “There must be a place he used to be obsessed with. A place where he’s holding all of his victims now and where he probably is now, trying to pick the next target.”

“Do you think it has something to do with his past? Maybe with his family?” JJ asks

The young doctor shrugs, leaning against the wall. “It could be. Maybe an old holiday house or something connected to his family, maybe even connected to Y/N. She was his first victim.”

David scratches his chin again. “The first?”

“Yes. Robert didn’t touch her, but he brought her with him each time he was hurting a woman.” – Luke mumbles, lowering his eyes to look at the files Penelope sent the team earlier – “She wasn’t raped, but Robert threatened to rape her once she got old enough for him. Or so we know.”

Spencer’s nose twitches as he looks out of the window, trying to repress all the anger ready to jump out of his body. It feels like he’s holding back, his hands are itching to choke something and hurt someone, but he can’t. He can’t get ahead of the team, he has to respect Emily’s orders and hope that she lets him be the one to catch him – unless he gets there first. 

Unless he finds a way to get to Robert and put his hands on his neck, ending his miserable life.

“Did she go to the police to report Robert?”

“I don’t think so, otherwise the police wouldn’t have allowed the charges to be dropped.” – JJ answers, dialling Penelope’s number again – “Hey Pen.”

“Office of the Enchanted Oracle, speak and be heard.”

“When Y/N reported her uncle, who did she talk to?”

Silence fills the room for a few seconds as Penelope hums, trying to find the information requested.

“She went to the local church here in Arlington. She used to go there to attend Holy mass every Sunday when she was a child, even after her father was arrested and her mother left her.” – Penelope mumbles, reading from the screen in front of her – “Y/N reported Robert to Father Dylan.”

Spencer gets closer to the table. “Is he still in service?”

“Yes, he is.” – Penelope says – “I’m sending you his address now.”

A few seconds later, Spencer’s phone receives a text with the man’s address. He’s not sure he’s going to find Robert there, but Father Dylan must know something - either about you or Robert. 

This whole situation is a mess and yes, Robert is trying to avenge the loss of his marriage and his family, but he’s also trying to get to you somehow. Spencer feels like there’s something he doesn’t know about, something you haven’t told him because you can’t let him see you. 

What? 

What is he missing?

“I’m going to pay a visit to Father Dylan.” – Luke says, immediately glancing at the young doctor standing beside him – “Spencer, do you want to go for a ride?”

Spencer gives him a smile, nodding. “Yes, please.”

“I have a question.”

Spencer turns to look at his colleague. “Shoot.”

Luke stops with the black car at a traffic light. “Why does Robert want to target Y/N? She was the first one to accuse him, I understand, but is it just because he’s mourning the loss of his wife?”

“Or maybe he doesn’t know his brother is still alive.” – the young doctor tells him – “And he wants to avenge his brother by using his other victims’ as an excuse to lure Y/N here. He knows she’d do anything to protect people who have been hurt the way she has, so...”

“Okay, but the first victim was murdered a few days after he was released, which means luring Y/N here wasn’t his priority.” – Luke replies to his colleague, briefly glancing at him – “Let’s stick to your theory and mine. Robert kills Elizabeth when he gets out of prison, then he gets to Zoe. He finds out Y/N tried to kill her father and she escaped prison.”

Spencer follows Luke’s train of thought. “Robert realises that getting to Y/N will be difficult, so he tries to scare her.”

"Scaring a serial killer will have the opposite effect. What if Y/N is here because she wants to kill Robert?”

Luke can’t know that you asked Spencer to kill Robert for you, so Spencer has to lie to his team again.

“It’s possible. Y/N wants to protect women who got hurt, it’s likely she wants to do the same with the women her uncle hurt in the past.” – Spencer says, unbuckling his belt once Luke has stopped driving - “I think this case is personal to her.”

“Okay, so this means Y/N heard about the murders in this town. How?”

“I don’t know. Maybe after not being able to kill her father, she decided to come back to her roots.” – the young doctor mumbles, closing the car door with a loud thud – “Maybe she just wanted to come back and see if she could start living a new life.”

Luke shakes his head, following Spencer to the entrance of the church. “It wouldn’t make sense. She hasn’t been in Arlington, there are no cases connected to her. Unless...”

“Unless we consider her past having something to do with the whole case.” Spencer finishes the sentence for him

They grow silent as soon as they step inside the church, spotting Father Dylan next to the altar. He’s fixing a vase of flowers right in front of the monstrance, so they wait to approach him until he’s done with his job.

Spencer is growing nervous as the seconds go by. 

He didn’t know anything about your past because most of it was a blur or it wasn’t described in your records. If Penelope hadn’t unsealed your file and hadn’t mentioned you, Spencer would’ve never understood why you were there in the first place. At the same time, why would you pick that specific town and taunt him with flowers if the case hadn’t anything to do with you?

You’re a psychopath and you love to gloat about your crimes, but not to the point of claiming these murders as your works.

Spencer also knows you pretty well by now, he knows how you work. He has studied you, just like his team.

“Father Dylan? SSA Alvez and SSA Reid from the FBI.” – Luke interrupts Spencer’s thoughts, showing the priest his badge – “We’d like to ask you some questions.”

Father Dylan leaves the flowers on the altar. “Anything, Agents.”

Spencer looks around. There’s a strong scent of roses lingering in the air and the Church is covered in bouquets.

“Do you remember Y/N Y/L/N? She used to live here seventeen years ago.” – Spencer lowers his voice, now focused on the priest’s face – “She came to you because she had a problem with Robert Y/L/N. Her uncle.”

The priest looks surprised as he puts a heart over his chest. “Oh, I remember her. I saw her on the news a few months ago. Poor girl, she was troubled.”

‘Troubled’ isn’t even the beginning of it, but Spencer stays quiet.

You weren’t a troubled child, you were traumatised by a man who’s looking for you, who’s desperately seeking revenge for your actions and who has threatened to rape you if you hadn’t collaborated with him. You were just a child and you were forced to see a man humiliating and torturing a woman in the worst way possible, by abusing her body.

You must have been terrified in those moments. Hearing those women crying for help and begging you to do something must’ve been what led you to become who you are now. A monster seeking revenge against criminals who decided that women mean nothing – you decided to turn them into nothing, proving that women are not as weak as men make them out to be.

Spencer is not sure they’re going to find you, or at least that’s what he hopes, but he has to find Robert. He needs to prove he’s worthy of you.

“When Robert attended mass here with Y/N, was there a place they used to go?” – Luke says, noticing the priest’s confused expression – “I know this question sounds weird, but we’re looking for him and we can’t find him anywhere.”

“Robert came back to Arlington when he was released from prison. The whole town turned against him: they didn’t want him to find a new job, nobody wanted to rent him or sell him an apartment. He was lost in this town.” – the priest explains, crossing his arms to his chest – “He needed a place to stay, so I offered him a room in the rectory. I don’t live there anymore, so I thought...”

Spencer interrupts him. “Have you seen him today?”

“He was in the rectory less than ten minutes ago, he should still be here.” – Father Dylan says, pointing to the door behind the altar – “He was cleaning the garage behind the rectory. He’s probably still there!”

Luke doesn’t need Spencer to speak up about his plans, because as soon as the priest stopped talking, Spencer started to walk towards the door. In silence, Luke follows Spencer; both of them are holding their guns, ready to shoot Robert if he tries to do something.

The rectory is the perfect spot for Robert, especially if he uses the garage and doesn’t let Father Dylan near it. It’s likely they had this conversation because Spencer could see the fear behind the priest’s eyes at the mention of your uncle’s name, but it wasn’t necessary to ask particular questions. Spencer knew better.

Luke and Spencer walk down an empty hallway.

The stinging scent of bleach is what captures their attention. Why would you use an enormous amount of bleach to clean a rectory? Unless you’ve committed a murder in it and you’re trying to cover up your tracks, so the gentle priest who’s kind enough to let you stay there doesn’t know what you’re up to.

Spencer is the first one to walk inside the garage, hearing the soft sound of a female voice behind the closed door of the room he’s in. It’s not your voice, yours is much more lighter – but it doesn’t matter, because Spencer stumbles out of the garage.

Luke spots Robert not too far away from where they are.

When the man turns around and sees two Federal Agents with their guns pointed at him, he does what every criminal does best: retracts his gun and starts shooting, pushing the woman he was talking to down on the floor. She shrieks, smashing her forehead against the floor.

Spencer starts running towards him, barely noticing they’re heading inside of a cemetery. He doesn’t care, because now he has only one target. A target you begged him to find. A target that deserves to be shot right in the heart, or everywhere else on his body.

He has to get Robert.

He can’t let him get away.

He can’t let him get to you.

Spencer feels his heart throbbing hard in his chest, the adrenaline pumping into his bloodstream and rushing through his body. The blood rushing in his ears and the heaving breaths he’s taking as he runs, make Spencer think he’s not going to stop.

He won’t stop running until he catches Robert.

And when he does, it’ll be over for the man.

Right behind him, Luke is running as fast as he can. There’s something wrong in the air, he can almost taste it – Luke wants to catch Robert because of the pain he has put too many families through, but he knows that Spencer has other plans for him.

Spencer wants to kill Robert.

It’s obvious.

Still, Luke doesn’t stop him – and nobody needs to know.

“Robert Y/L/N!”

Spencer finally grasps the man by his shirt, making him trip on his own feet. Without pulling away, Spencer points the gun right between the man’s eyes. He’s about to pull the trigger, excited by the adrenaline pumping even harder through his bloodstream, when Robert decides to speak.

“You must be the Bee my Daisy is looking for.”

Spencer kicks Robert’s gun away from his hand, crushing his chest with his foot.

“You have no right to mention her name.”

“And you have no right to kill me.”

Robert manages to knock Spencer on the ground, tackling him and using a rock to press down on his throat. Spencer coughs and he can feel the oxygen decrease in his brain, in his throat, in every inch of his body – but he’s not going to stop fighting.

Just because Robert is bigger than him, it doesn’t mean he has to win.

Luke is still too far away from them and he has lost Spencer, probably because he was distracted by the desperate sound of his phone going off in his pocket. He had promised Emily to call her once they knew more about the priest’s story, but the chance to catch Robert was there.

They couldn’t let it go.

Now, Luke almost regrets it.

“You know, I’ve always thought Y/N was a gorgeous girl. Now she’s even prettier, maybe she’d let a real man touch her the way she deserves.” – Robert grits through his teeth, covering Spencer’s mouth with his hand – “Isn’t that right, Agent?”

Spencer can’t bear the sound of his pet-name coming from the man’s mouth. The image of your uncle thinking about touching you, dreaming about owning you the way Spencer had, is too much for him – he has to fight and he has to win for you, no matter what it takes.

Twisting his neck, Spencer manages to feel Robert’s fingers on his tongue – and he bites down on them, making the man yelp in pain. Blood spills out from the broken skin over his fingers and Spence can taste it on his tongue, flooding his insides with that delicious warmth you’ve felt over and over again in the last three years of your active job.

Is this how it feels to kill a man who has hurt people?

Why hasn’t Spencer felt this rush before? And why does it have to feel so fucking good?

Spencer pushes the man off his own body and immediately rolls on top of him, grasping him by the hair and smashing his head on the ground. Robert is gasping, desperately seeking to tear Spencer’s throat apart with his fingers. He tries to grab something on the ground, maybe another rock to smack Spencer with, but he’s not quick enough.

Robert wants to hurt an FBI agent, but that’s not going to happen.  

Spencer grasps his gun from the floor and shoots him.

It’s self-defence, he knows it. Luke knows it, and so do you.

Sitting down on the wooden bench right behind the scene of the collision, you bring the Black Dahlia up to your nose to inhale the soft scent. The soft petals of the flower tickle your skin, but you’re used to it – you can never grow tired of that feeling.

Of that sight.

Of all the blood that has been spilled.

Blood that belongs to a man who has hurt too many people. Who has caused terrible, atrocious pain to an enormous amount of people. A man that can’t kill or taunt anybody else. A man that can’t get closer to you anymore because he’s dead.

It brings a smile to your face and it makes your heart jump in your chest.

You knew Spencer was going to prove his loyalty to you. You knew he was going to understand the message you were trying to send him and it makes you incredibly proud to know that he hasn’t said a single word to his team – otherwise you would’ve been caught by now.

Being in the same town as the FBI, who’s working on a case that involves you, is exhausting and terrifying but you had Spencer there to protect you. And he proved his loyalty again, showing you that no matter what he did less than nine months ago, he’s still your bee.

Your sweet, innocent Bee who was waiting, so desperately, for the spring to come.

Taking a step back from the wooden bench, you gently lean the Black Dahlia where you were sitting and you look back up. Those honey coloured eyes are staring back at you.

The same pair you were dreaming of at night.

The same pair that looked at you like you were the only person in the world.

The same pair that screamed at you how much they loved you.

The same pair you’re going to admire every single day for the rest of your life.

Spencer opens his mouth to say something, probably to call out your name,  when Luke approaches him from behind. The honey-coloured eyes man turns to look at his colleague and then, with fear in his heart, looks back to where you were.

He doesn’t find you.

You’ve already vanished.

“Are you sure you want to be alone tonight?” – Luke asks, climbing inside his own car in the parking lot of the Headquarters – “I’m worried about you, man.”

“I’m fine, Luke. This is not the first time I get attacked by an unsub.” – Spencer mumbles, sitting on his seat and hissing when he involuntarily touches his knee with a hand – “It’s just a scratch, it’ll go away in a few weeks if not less.”

Spencer knows what Luke really means, but he’s not going to say it out loud.

Everyone on the jet was kind enough to stay quiet, ignoring the fact that Spencer Reid had a close-up fight with an unsub that whispered something awful to him. They didn’t know what it was and Spencer definitely wasn't going to tell them.

JJ and Tara fell asleep on each other’s shoulder, while David was busy reading a book. Emily and Luke spent the whole flight watching a movie, but they ended up falling asleep.

The case took a toll on everyone.

Especially on Spencer.

When he came back to his hotel room last night, after getting checked out by paramedics for those scratches on his knees and those bruises all over his neck, Spencer was hoping to find you on his bed.

He opened the door of his room with shaky hands, a smile plastered all over his lips, but he soon was disappointed.

You weren’t there.

Spencer was all alone in the bedroom. No flowers to greet him, no cheeky grin, no cocky smile, no sensual voice caressing him all over.

Nothing, he was alone.

You were there on the scene, looking at him and making sure that Spencer took care of that task you’ve begged him to complete, but then you disappeared. You were supposed to meet him, you were supposed to want him as much as he obviously wants you, but he got disappointed.

Should he still wait for you?

Should he stop obsessing over you?

The rest of the ride home from the headquarters is silent.

Spencer doesn’t want to talk. He just wants to get back home and sleep. Sleep, sleep until he’s tired of sleeping – and then he’ll read until his eyes cross and he falls asleep again.

He knows that Luke is worried about him, but there’s no need to. Spencer is not a doll that needs to be taken care of, unless you are the one to take care of him. Isn’t that what you promised him the same day you kidnapped him?

Well, it wasn’t a kidnapping.

Spencer willingly left with you after you sucked him off, looking at him with those adorable big eyes and cheeky smile. A smile that enchanted him beyond words, a smile that captured his own and broke it when you disappeared the day before.

If the truth ever comes out, what would his team do?

They’d stop trusting Spencer and they’d have every reason to do so, but they would never be able to understand his relationship with you. You might be a psychopath that doesn’t care about anybody, but you – but the way you looked at him in the eyes, the way you kissed him and made love to him... Spencer knew they all meant something.

You’re a good liar, but not a perfect one.

“Thanks for the ride, Luke.”

“No problem.” – his colleague says, stopping the car – “Have a great weekend, Spencer.”

Gathering his backpack and his leather satchel, Spencer climbs out of the car. The fresh air of the night hits him as he walks towards the entrance of his building, headed directly to his apartment. Luke drives out of the parking lot and Spencer turns around, staring at the empty road right in front of him. 

Lying to your best friend is never a good idea, but Spencer can’t let Luke know that he saw you. Luke and the team can’t know that you were at the scene, carefully watching Spencer as he shot the man beneath him - or it would cause a disaster of enormous proportions.

Spencer struggles to walk up the stairs, but he manages to get to the door of his house.

Every muscle in his body is screaming at him to lay down and get the rest he so desperately needs. Spencer pulls out his keys from his coat and yawns loudly, ready to find his apartment in perfect shape and excited to finally launch himself on top of his mattress.

He has missed his bed.

Unlocking the door, Spencer enters his apartment.

All the lights are turned down. There’s no scent of flowers in the air.

Have you left Spencer for good? 

Have you decided he’s not worthy of your time anymore?

Spencer closes the door behind his back and turns the lights in the living room on, kicking his shoes off and leaving his backpack on the floor. He’ll put everything away tomorrow morning, after a good night of sleep - he hopes not to dream of you, since you decided to leave him.

How is that fair?

Spencer killed your uncle for you. 

You should be grateful, you could’ve left him a flower.  

Sighing, Spencer unbuttons his shirt and leaves it on his couch. He needs a shower, but right now he barely has the strength to walk back to his bedroom. He’s too tired, he’s in pain and his throat hurts. 

When the lights in his bedroom turn on, Spencer looks up. 

Something’s not right.

With a hand on his gun and his heart pounding in his chest, he holds his breath. 

Ever so gracefully, you walk out of his bedroom wearing nothing, but a skimpy black dress and a pair of matching high-heels. You’re holding a Black Dahlia in your hands as you lean against the wall, playing with the flower and inhaling the sweet scent it radiates.

Spencer can’t breathe right, and it’s not because his throat hurts.

Your eyes are filled with happiness and your smile is not cocky, it’s sincere. Spencer wasn’t expecting you to be there, he thought you left him. He thought he was never going to see you again, but you’re there. 

You came back. 

“Hey Bee. Did you miss me?”

Spencer lets his arms fall to his sides, admiring you. “Dahlia.”

“That’s my name.” - you whisper, walking up to him until your lips are a few inches away from his - “Don’t you ever forget it, my sweet innocent Bee.” 

And without letting him answer, you close the distance between you.

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[tessatales]

The Ressurection of Love: Chapter Four (Spencer Reid x Original Female Character)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Original Female Character

Themes: Mention of therapy! Mention of trauma but not much Warnings: Alcohol is consumed. Apart from that no other warnings

A/N: Hey, so this chapters a longer one, but my creative juices are finally flowing properly so that a good thing really. please leave a comment if you enjoy and remember i do post this fic on AO3 too if you prefer that format! it's all under the same name on there! Enjoy! Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 5 - - - - - - - - - 9:50am Dr Daniel Whiting: Video call in ten minutes.

The text was always the same and never a minute late. These factors made Spencer often wondered if it was an automatic text.

9:52am Reid:Okay

Texting a quick reply, Spencer got out of bed, swapping out his baggy T-shirt and sweatpants for his usual work pants, shirt and cardigan. He was just about to throw on his tie when he remembered he was off duty and quickly discarded it.

The coffee maker had just finished it loud rumbling when the beeping started on Spencer's laptop. Reaching for it he placed the wretched device on his kitchen counter and pressed enter, accepting the call.

"One of these days you'll answer the call with a happier expression Dr Reid." Dr Whiting said, his face appearing on the screen.

Dr Whiting was around 60, with thick black rimmed glasses and pure white hair combed into a neat almost Grease Lightning style. Although he gave off a very strict aura; Spencer had learned in his 4 year of him being his therapist that the old man did enjoy a joke.

Spencer has thought several times over the years that if they weren't therapist and patient, theys of made good friends.

"I'm sorry, Dr Whiting. I just don't like this stupid computer" Spencer replied, remembering the day he was given the devil contraption.

"I'm aware. This is how we start every session Spencer. But we can tackle your supposed technophobia another day. How are you?" Dr whiting continued, a small smile sitting on his wrinkled lips.

"I'm alright." Spencer replied automatically then cursed under his breath as Dr Whiting wrote something down.

"Strike one to me Dr Reid" Whiting continued, looking expectantly through the screen.

"I am okay. Its been 2 months since my last serious panic attack and i am 4 years and 237 days still sober." Spencer corrected, scolding himself for forgetting how he's meant to answer as he poured himself a coffee.

When Spencer has first started therapy, he'd been in a mess. Struggling with the craving to relapse along with the crushing grief over the loss of his girlfriend Maeve, Aaron had put him on leave with strict instructions to go to Dr Whiting. After a few weeks of therapy, Whiting had implemented this routine. During their sessions, he'd ask Spencer how he was. Spencer was then to reply with how long he had been sober and how long since his last mental health dip as a way to remind him how far he'd come. For the most part it worked, even if he tended to forget the routine.

"Good to hear. Now, anything to report?"

Spencer nodded, placing his mug down and reaching for his notebook.

"I have a new teammate, her names Alyssa" Spencer said, reading the first part of the note he'd left for himself. Dr Whiting knew Spencer didn't need the notebook to remember, but he'd insisted writing things down were good for his mental wellbeing as well as his memory.

"I see, and why do you think you need to bring this up today?" Whiting asked, scribbling something down.

"Two reasons actually. Reason one is she is also my new neighbour. So I wanted to run past you the home/work life dynamic that may affect. The second thing is actually something she said" Spencer replied, shutting the book in his hand and replacing it with his coffee.

"What was it she said?" Whiting asked matter of factly, cocking his head to one side as he listened intently.

"Well she asked me if we could meet up outside of work today if her plans fell through. I agreed but it made me realised that this is the first time I've been invited out by a team member that's not on my therapy plan"

"I see. So Emily is still your designated 'buddy'?" Dr Whiting asked, referring to the buddy system they'd put in place to help Spencer leave his apartment during his grief management.

"Yeah she is, and Derek is still my Sobriety sponsor" Spencer added, watching as his therapist seemed to ponder that information.

"And how does that make you feel Spencer? The fact they're still rather tangled in your recovery?" Dr Whiting asked finally, putting down his pen and clasping his hands together.

"I'm fine with them being there for me. Really I am. It's just when Alyssa asked me to go out with her today it made me realise that that was the first time someone who isn't part of my recovery has asked."

"And how did that realisation make you feel?"

"Like they were only asking me because they have too. As if its a chore they need to complete. Penelope and JJ will ask me to come for a drink after work, sure, but I've never had them text me on our days off asking to do anything." Spencer admitted, feeling the words slice at him. Dr Whiting picked up his pen again.

"Thank you for you honesty Spencer, because of this new development, I'll be informing your team leader that I'll be cancelling your buddy system. Derek will still be your Sponsor as that's nothing to do with me. But I can tell from these feeling that the buddy tactic has served its purpose and if carried on may actually begin to work against you." Dr Whiting said, writing rapidly as he spoke.

"May I ask how you got to that conclusion?" Spencer wondered aloud, watching the laptop screen as his therapist finished writing.

"Putting it plainly you think they're only spending time with you outside of work because I've told them too. Therefore taking away the command will help you recognise that they are spending time with you because they want to. Not because of any orders." Whiting continued, looking so directly into the camera Spencer could almost feel the eye contact.

"Do you think that will help?" Spencer asked, tightening the grip on his coffee mug.

"if we've caught these intrusive thoughts early enough, yes it should."

"And what about Alyssa?" Spencer asked, bringing the conversation back to the first topic. Dr Whiting steepled his fingers in front of his face as he thought.

"You've began to have intrusive thoughts about your friends and teammates and their motives behind spending time with you outside of work. Therefore Miss Alyssa may be your saving grace here Spencer. As she has no idea of your past, you'll be able to build a tauma free friendship with her that cannot be tainted by your thoughts" Dr Whiting said with an air of authority only therapists seem to possess.

Spencer took a moment to process this, allowing himself to take in all the variables before speaking.

"I understand. I can't assumes she's hanging out with me out of pity if she doesn't think I need to be pitied" Spencer said, watching as his therapist nodded enthusiastically on the screen.

"Exactly. Anyway, I see you're clock watching so I shall let you go. I shall text you with our next scheduled call time. And I'll be expecting a run down of you time out with Alyssa." Dr Whiting concluded, shaking his finger at the camera again as if to say 'Or else!" before abruptly ending the call.

Spencer had just placed the laptop back in its place on the table when her heard the doorbell go, the gothic ringing sounding through his apartment.

"One second!" Spencer shouted, throwing the remains of his now half drunk coffee before grabbing his keys and coat and racing towards the door.

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[missbrunettebarbie-writer]

List of my WIPs

2022 has left me very little time and inspiration for my original writing. Sadly it looks like 2023 will be the same. So I decided to at least do a bit of a clean-up, figuire out what I want to keep and what I want to get rid off. I also changed a few premises, twisted a few characters and here is the final result:

Vanitas Vanitatum

Nefele Stellarion has been told all her life that she is her father’s most valuable asset, his well-guarded secret, that will one day help take down the fae ruling class. Privately, she had always thought she is his most shameful secret: proof that even the man who had done the impossible by bringing magic to humans had fallen pray to a fairy’s spell and sired her daughter. The coming Sacrifice Ritual is her chance to prove her allegiance to the man who had raised her, but blood is thicker than water and more bitter than bile. And once Nefele makes a choice, her destiny is forever altered.

Paint the town red

Everyone knows the story of Juliet Spencer, the priest’s golden-haired daughter, the town’s darling, Graveville’s missing girl. Less people know about Laura Spencer, her sister that was born after her disappearance. And what is there to know? Surely Laura’s birth has been a soothing balm for her eldery grief-stricken parents. Surely, she must have been loved and spoiled rotten. Surely, her strange behaviour is nothing but teenage rebellion. On her fourteenth birthday, Laura learns the same terrifying secret that her sister had learned two decades ago: when the door of your house is locked, you are trapped inside with the monsters. But what Graveville will soon learn is that the past always comes to haunt you. And a predator can easily turn into prey when the right monster comes along.

Pandora’s key

Christine Leclair has been accepted into the most prestigious school of witchcraft in Europe and she’s gonna redeem her family name by becoming the best witch of her generation. Falling in love with the beautiful, mysterious, effortlessly talented Elettra Fabbri has not been in her plans. But Elettra hides her own secret that might shake the entire school. Meanwhile, in a neighbouring country, Mira Adelardi has been trapped in a mental hospital for years, for the sole crime of knowing magic beyond what humans could comprehend. Escape seems a pipe dream before befriending one of her fellow patients, a seer that knows more than she should. Once the paths of these three women cross, Europe is never the same again.

All we are is skin and bone

A self-exiled werewolf, the disgraced heir to a dynasty turned vampire, the rebellious witch daughter of a conservative politician and a retired hunter; these are the secrets that the four members of the most popular up-and-coming rock band of the moment are hiding. But can secrets be kept when the spotlight is always on you? Eric Winn, host of one of the most popular morning shows, is ready to prove that the truth always comes out. The former werewolf hunter will stop at nothing to reveal to his audience what his four guests are hiding behind their glamour rockstar facade. 

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[backpockct]

INTRODUCING CLARA RIVERA WRITTEN (AND LOVED!) BY CORRIE 

   ⸻     have  you  ever  heard  my kind of woman  by  mac demarco  ,  well  it  is  CLARA RIVERA  to  a  tee.  the  forty one year  old history teacher at NOTTING HILL HIGH been  spotted  wandering  down  portobello  road  markets  just  last  sunday  ,  do  you  know  them  ?  would  you  say  she  are  more CLUMSY   or  more  AFFABLE  ?  anyway  ,  they  remind  me  of  dog eared notebooks, hair styles held together with pens, half drunk mugs of coffee,  late nights spent marking kids work and bright smiles maybe  you'll  catch  them  around  yeah ?     ⸻     [          ◟  JESSICA CHASTAIN. ◝           ]

triggers: mentions of bullying 

THE BASICS: 

full name: clara eleanor spencer 

birthday: 24th march 1981 (41 years old)

gender: cis woman (she/her)

sexuality: heterosexual

relationship status: married 

BASIC INTRO: 

clara is from lambourne in essex, she’s the oldest of two and has a younger sister. 

she had a pretty idyllic childhood before she went into school but her parents always thought something was off.

she was and still is, very clumsy, she struggled doing up zips + buttons. she also didn’t start walking properly until she was almost three years old. 

but back in those days, these kinds of things got brushed under the carpet and clara started school, she had the worst time ever.

she was bullied bc she was different and she hated it. she wasn’t a fan, she eneded up having to move schools. 

once she was done with high-school, she decided to go onto university, hoping for a fresh start.

she’d always had a fascination with history, she LOVED IT and so she decided that she’d become a history teacher. 

although clara had been bullied, she wanted to support the kids of the future, to be better people and not do that.

she really enjoyed university and thrived in that environment, as she had a lot more freedom to do whatever she wanted. 

clara also met her future husband at university, they both ran in the same friendship group, and they were friends at first, they eventually got very close and started dating. 

during her first year at uni, she tried to have a job on the side, she worked as a waitress but she kept dropping things, she tried to work as a cashier at a clothing store but kept getting overstimulated and skipping out on shifts.

she ended up going to the doctors and they told her that she had dyspraxia, then things started making sense for clara!! 

now as an adult, she’s a lot better, she’s learnt things that help her deal with her dyspraxia. she’s still pretty clumsy but she can laugh about that now. 

throughout all of this she stayed with her husband, he was incredibly supportive and the pair are very much in love. he’s always cheering her on, helping her with things she struggles with etc. 

clara has two children with her husband and they’ve recently found out that they are expecting a third, exciting!!

she works as a history teacher at the local high school, her life is good now and she couldn’t be happier!! 

WANTED CONNECTIONS: 

friends (parent friends, university friends etc) 

younger sister (pls message me first)

co-workers

neighbours

if you’d like to plot with any of my muses please feel free to hit me up on discord @ corey in wetherspoons ™#0678!!

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Ice Cream (S.R.)

Type: comfort fluffy/dirty blurb

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader   Word Count: 1300

Summary: You didn’t have exactly a great day - had an awful one, really. But it’s nothing a tub of ice-cream and a loving boyfriend couldn’t fix.

Warnings: 18+ for implied smut and suggestive language... and for that terrible pun/innuendo Tony came up with, brief violence

A/N: I’m gonna write a drabble – this time actually short, but really! Hahaha. Ahahahah, right. Here, have a very spontaneous blurb I wrote instead of studying baguette, which I’m gonna do now, excuse me-- 💕

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266 notes - Posted May 23, 2022

#4

On Va Voir, Ma Chérie (S.R.)

Type: Modern-college-professor AU - part of Attached series or a standalone

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader   Word count: 3000

Summary: You messed up. Again. Now you’re stuck with reading a stupid book for your class, in French, which you barely speak and you know you’re in for a long night.

Your favourite professor and fiancé in one person comes to your rescue. Suddenly it’s not all bad; it’s worse.

Warnings: 18+, smut (dry-humping, fingering),dirty talk, language kink and voice kink (hello self.-indulgence), French, ‘babygirl’ (no daddy kink), language

A/N: Either a standalone (becauseit’s just a prof Steve and language kink) or a part of the Attached series. Look at me crawling outta my hiatus just to share filth...

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You couldn’t believe you forgot. You couldn’t believe you forgot about this week’s reading for your European lit class.

You knew this week was going suspiciously smoothly.

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272 notes - Posted April 23, 2022

#3

Hold onto Me (S.R.)

Type: Drabble-ish PWP

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader   Word Count: 1200

Summary: You’re a SHIELD agent in training struggling with your upper body strength. Your boyfriend offers help - and has some interesting and very motivating methods.

Warnings: smut, 18+, nsfw, PWP, unprotected sex, praise kink and captain/uniform kink (if you squint), stealth suit and its (in)appropriate use, mean-ish Steve (not really, I cannot write him mean because in my eyes he’s not), language

A/N: My hands slipped after THIS gif-fueled conversation🤭 I blame @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​ for her caption and @ocean-bucky​ for tagging me in the first place 👀  Also, I used Amber’s line (I hope that’s okay, tell me if it’s not, Amber, please)

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335 notes - Posted January 22, 2022

#2

Love on the Brain - masterlist

MCU x Criminal Minds crossover

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader, (slight allusions to past Spencer Reid x reader)

Summary: You found menacing pictures of you friend, colleague and neighbour Steve in your mailbox.  

Someone might play it off as a bad joke, but you were an agent for the Avengers Initiative and a former FBI agent. You’ve seen cases like this and you were taking no chances. Not with Steve of all people.

But you were going to need help; enter the BAU.

Characters to appear: Steve Rogers, ‘reader’, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid, Emily Prentiss, Penelope Garcia...

Setting: slight AU, before Avengers: Age of Ultron and Criminal Minds season 7

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406 notes - Posted July 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

In the Name of the King (S.R.)

Type: medieval/fantasy AU

Pairing: knight Steve Rogers x reader   Word Count: 13,000 * 

Summary:  Sir Steven Rogers, having risen from common people, now one of the most trusted knights to prince Anthony. You, nothing but a servant, albeit to Princess Maria herself. 

Love blooms in any place and it cares little for the rules of the court – much like your Steven. Then again, war cares just as little for any feelings you and your knight might harbour for each other...

Warnings: 18+ for NSFW thoughts, talk and sexy times in making, inexperienced and rather reader, probably desperately era-inaccurate, blood and mention of violence, death, religious ambiguity, tooth-rotting fluff, angst, language, (reader has hair long enough to be braided)

A/N: This is sort-of a song fic for it is based on a Czech song. You can find it here. I took the liberty to loosely translate the lyrics for you throughout the fic.

* A/N: If you prefer reading it in two parts, the best part for a split is after 5,5k words – you will find a gif there. Divider’s mine, btw. Enjoy 🥰

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451 notes - Posted May 27, 2022

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[ghostlypawn]

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#imagine reading about steve/bucky #when ur uncles name is steve #and ur sisters boyfriends name is james #and sometimes ppl shorten james to jay which is my DADs name #and then my friend is called natasha so romanoff is a trouble #and my neighbours name is spencer #and my old housemate who retrospectively gives me the creeps is called matt #and my ex best friend is called emily #like what am i meant to DO #imagine trying to read any sort of fanfic i cant </3

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

sunflower, chapter three

summary: After realisation hits her, Y/n gets quite the reaction when Spencer shows up at her door.

warnings: talking to a therapist, hyperfixation, unintentionally skipping meals, finding feelings overwhelming, going nonverbal, crying, hands hands hands, painting like Jackson Pollock, alternative way to communicate, handholding, hugging 

word count: 1876

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“-and he’s so nice and smart, and we even joked a bit about him not being able to cook, so he should come to eat breakfast with me,” you tried your best to get out past your schoolgirl giggle.

“So, you like this Spencer?” Anna asked with a smile.

“Yeah, he’s a really great neighbour.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“Oh, no, I mean, sure he’s really pretty and nice and stuff, but I don’t like him like that,” you said franticly.

You didn’t like him like that, right? Did you like him as a person? Yes. Did you find him attractive? Well, of course! Who wouldn’t? but that didn’t mean you were in love with him or anything… oh my god, were you in love with him? Spencer Reid? Your incredibly handsome neighbour? Were you?

Looking down at your lap, you thought out loud, “how would I even know if that’s how I feel?”

You hadn’t really ever liked someone, well, of course, there was the obligatory celebrity crush, but never on anyone real. Sure, you had kissed a few people growing up, but that was always so awkward. The way Spencer made you feel, you hadn’t experienced that with anyone. It was overwhelming and it scared you. He was your neighbour, for god sake! You couldn’t just ask your neighbour out? He’d probably say no and then you’d have to coexist in all that awkwardness, and you didn’t want that. If your next-door neighbour suddenly couldn’t stand being near you anymore, then you’d have to move, you definitely didn’t want that, you really liked your new place, it was so comforting and quiet.

“I, um, he’s just a friend, not even, he’s just my next-door neighbour. Nothing more,” you said less so to your therapist and more just in a way to convince yourself.

Your movements almost looked like you were in a fight with the canvas, as you stood there, splattering dark tones onto the already finished painting.

When you had gotten home after your meeting with Anna, that painting, the one over your couch, the one Spencer had been so fixated on, had been staring at you. You used to love the calming waves of its nature motif, but today, something had changed. Every time you saw it out the corner of your eye it stung. All you could see was him. His awestruck face starring at it.

So now, here you were. Loud alt-rock blasting and covering up the once beautiful landscape.

Deep down you knew that altering this thing he so clearly liked wouldn’t change the realization you had earlier. You liked Spencer. You couldn’t like him, but you did anyway.

Tearing your eyes away from your work for the first time in ages, you saw that the sun had gone down. You hadn’t even eaten dinner. Your body had gone almost completely numb, not letting you feel the signs of hunger and too focused on the task at hand to take a moment to register.

The bass of the song playing grew, but after a moment, it almost sounded like your name was being called. Wait, that wasn’t coming from the song. You turned the volume down a bit to listen.

Someone was knocking on your door. Who was knocking on late at night? You couldn’t recall any plans you had tonight with Stevie, so whom could it be?

“Y/n?” a voice called, muffled from behind the door.

Your body tensed up. Fuck. It was Spencer. Why on earth was he here? God, just get it together, Y/n, just go open the door. Move your body, please.

“Are you alright?”

Taking a few deep breaths, then a quick nod, you swiftly opened the door.

Arm raised, amidst knocking, there he stood. The sleeves of his light blue shirt were rolled all the way up to his elbows, revealing his surprisingly toned forearms. The sight of him almost made you lose your train of thought.

“Spencer,” you breathed out, “what, um, what are you doing here?”

“I’m sorry, but your music was kinda loud, not that it was bothering me or anything, it’s not that, I just, um, it made me slightly worried, that maybe there was something wrong?” he stammered, then looked down at the ground, “I’m really sorry, I shouldn’t have bothered you.”

God, if it wasn’t clicking before, seeing him here now, of course, you liked him. Fuck, why did you have to like him?

Looking up at you again, worry-filled his eyes, “oh no, I truly am really sorry that I bothered you. Please don’t cry.”

Reaching up to feel your cheek, it was indeed wet. When did that happen? “I, um, I’m fine,” your voice shook, trying to calm him, though not very convincingly.

“Y/n,” he breathed out, “I really am sorry. I don’t care that your music was loud, really, turn it up more if you’d like.”

The sound of his voice did nothing to stop the steady flow coming from your eyes.

Taking a step inside, he grasped your hand in his, the feeling making you shut your eyes. “What do you need?” he whispered in a soothing voice. “Do you want me to leave or is it not a good idea for you to be alone right now?”

Parting your lips to answer, no sound escaped them, only a shaky breath. Closing and opening your mouth a few times, seeing if it just needed to be warmed up, but no. Nothing.

Squeezing Spencer’s hand tighter, you opened your flickering eyes. Running his thumb over your shaky knuckles, he lowered his head a bit to be at your level and repeated his question, “do you want me to go?”

No, of course, you didn’t want him to go. It was bittersweet, but you didn’t want him to leave, even if his presence only hurt you. So, you shook your head.

He turned to close the door behind him, your arm followed him as he never let go of your hand.

Casting your vision up towards your ceiling, you heard his voice again, “do you wanna sit down?”

Answering his question with another squeeze, he gently dragged you over to your couch, using both of his hands on you to help you sit down.

Situated beside you, his thumb never ceasing its calming patterns on the back of your hand, “what can I do?”

Opening your mouth to speak again, you didn’t need to try for that long to know it was abundantly clear no sound was going to escape your lips, so instead, you waved your free hand in front of you, bringing it up to tap your throat a few times, all the while keeping your gaze anywhere but on him.

“Okay,” it came out more like a whisper, “that’s okay, Y/n.”

Noticing your sketchpad on the coffee table, you pointed to it. Him being a genius and all, he got the message immediately and handed it to you.

Taking the pencil out that you had stuck down the spine, you flipped it open with your free hand, finding an empty page.

I’m sorry.

Taking a pause, you let him read your wobbly handwriting, with an inhale of breath he replied, a bit of guilt tinging his voice, “don’t be, please. I feel terrible about bothering you. I’m so, so sorry.”

Sometimes this just happens, talking becomes really hard.

Not saying anything, he just held on tighter to your hand with a sense of understanding.

Taking a second to think about what you needed in that moment, your eyes fell to your interlocked fingers. His hand looked so big compared to yours. You turned them slightly to get a better view of it. Piano fingers, as you’d always called them, long, thin, and elegant. The back of his hand didn’t just have one or two prominent veins popping out, but it was more akin to the way a windowpane looked when the rains pouring down and leaving streaks of water, dancing down the glass. Fuck, they were pretty. Just like the rest of him. They were like art.

Just then, an idea struck you. Adjusting the sketchbook in your lap, you started to draw them, eyes flickering from the page and up to glance at his hold on you.

He didn’t move a muscle, just sat there, watching you, in silence.

After a while, you finished the doddle. Leaning back against the couch, you closed your eyes and tried to let your body relax.

Deep breath in, and out. Rinse and repeat.

Peeking out one eye, you looked up at the man beside you, every bit of his attention glued on you. Turning your almost vertical body to him, tugging your feet up, you stared at him, taking your time to notice every little detail of his face.

He shifted his body to mirror yours, picking your hand up with both of his, he brought it up in front of his face.

Concentrating as hard as you could, you tried to say something, anything. Audible breaths turned into quiet moans and then finally into something resembling a word in the English language. It was just a whisper, gravely and unclear, but you did it.

“Hi.”

He let out a sigh of relief, visibly losing the weight on his shoulders, “hi,” he choked out.

“Hi,” you echoed, the exhaustion suddenly hitting you at once. “That was fast. It usually takes a lot longer to come back…”

A shaky breath escaped Spencer’s lips as he let his eyes squeeze shut. Bringing your hand up to his lips, he gave it a small peck as a tear rolled down his cheek. Raising your free hand to wipe it away, you whispered, “I’m okay, this was actually pretty tame comparatively. I’m sorry if I scared you.”

His bottom lip quivered, “no, it’s-, I’m just… I’m glad you’re okay,” opening his big misty eyes, he asked, “can I give you a hug?”

Nodding in response, he pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you. You nestled your head into his shirt, breathing in his scent, and feeling his fingers spread out, trying to cover as much of your body as possible.

Feeling new tears well up in your eyes, you tried not to enjoy the comforting moment too much. So, this is what it feels like when people say they’ve got it bad. Fuck, you liked him. You really liked him. What the fuck were you gonna do?

Pulling away, you sniffled, “what time is it?”

Looking down at the silver watch on his wrist, “11:54.”

He then looked back at you, holding your gaze for what felt like ages, until you broke it, “I should properly head off to bed…”

“Yeah,” he agreed slowly, “I’ll go.”

And with that, you both stood up and walked towards the door. Opening it, he stopped in his tracks and turned around.

“Hey, do you maybe wanna come over for a cup of tea tomorrow morning? Just so that I can be sure you made it through the night okay.”

Biting your lip to hide the small smile his request triggered, you answered sleepily, “sure.”

“Great. I’ll see you tomorrow then,” he offered a small smile, “goodnight, Y/n.”

“Night, Spencer.”

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