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mayfieldss · 1 year

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Tight Space - Spencer Reid

I wrote this literal years ago and just found it, I am cackling right now.

Warnings; Mentions of claustrophobia, small spaces, language and violence.

Spencer did not stick close.

After near twenty minutes of sneaking around your side of the park looking for an extremely dangerous unsub, you turned to find the boy genius missing from your eyeline. You'd told him to stay where you could see him, like a parent scolding a child, but in true Spencer fashion, he failed to listen. There was a dangerous unsub somewhere in your vicinity, and somehow you had lost your partner.

After a few minutes of looking for him, you couldn't stop the small piece of your mind, the part responsible for reason, from breaking into panic. You stood beside the town’s deputy, who with a serious expression hadn't seemed to notice Spencer's departure, on busy keeping an eye out for the serial killer you were hunting.

"Where'd Doctor Reid go?" Your voice comes as something like a shaking stage whisper, it's pathetic, but you have bigger concerns.

The deputy simply shrugs looking around, gun held firmly but lowered in front of him. Trying not to fret is almost impossible when you think of all the danger Spencer seems to accidently shove himself into every week, but you try your best to breathe through it whilst your mind runs wild.

Stalking in the direction from which you last saw Spencer go, whispering his name harshly into the air surrounding you, you hoped against everything for an answer in the form of his voice. But nothing came.

"Spencer please" calling a little louder you find yourself heading toward the small kiosk cart near the west side of the park, the deputy on your heels as you scanned the area. It was unbelievable how Spencer could access the fear in you during every case just by walking off. You thought about putting a harness on him, perhaps a leash just so you could keep him close to you.

The cart looked fairly unstable, old and covered with rust that was definitely against several health code violations, but you stepped into anyway having to lean against the shaky frame of its door to stay on your feet. The metal floor creaked as you took your first step giving away any surprise of your presence you had previously held if the unsub just happened to appear before you.

Looking back for the shortest of moments you signalled the deputy to stay outside, the space cramped as it was, before you headed for the even smaller back room of the cart. A noise came, like someone bumping into a shelf, toppling things over, helping you come to the conclusion there was someone in there, though you couldn't be sure it was smart man you knew.

Full attention on the back room you watched as the figure inside began to turn in your direction. The features of his face were still too hard to make out and you weren't sure if you should call out to him or fire your gun. The unsub could have been dangerously armed more than the usual after his close call with the team and you didn't want to be the one your friends would be grieving at the end of the day. But if it was Spencer, you didn't want to shoot him.

There was a creak behind you, a definite footstep and you turn, but not fast enough, the air abruptly leaving your lungs as a cool metal object slammed into you, pushing you back into the confined space and forcing you to collide with the man in the room. There was the click of a lock barely audible above the startled shout that left Spencer's lips.

"Spence that better be you"

"Yeah, it's me and I'm guessing-"

"The unsub just locked us in here".

You tried to gather back your breath, unable to reach and rub the sore spot on your side where you had been hit. You were definitely in an awkward situation, back pressed tightly against Spencer's chest in the dimly lit area.

"Spence how much can you move?"

You heard him grunt, feeling him shuffle hopelessly against you before replying the obvious answer "Not much".

Wiggling your shoulders in an attempt to turn yourself around, you found yourself wincing at the pain in your ribs from the movements but continued on.

"What are you doing" Spencer muttered the words, his breath fanning against your hair as he spoke.

"Trying to move genius" your voice came in that of a grumble, similar to the noise Spencer had made before, as your hands reached out instinctively in the dark for something to hold onto. You were met with the warmth of Spencer's palm, fingers interlocking with yours without the bare minimum of a thought, and you would've smiled if not for the current situation.

Pushing Spencer's body back against the opposite wall, you apologized as you attempted to turn around again and with more success this time. You weren't sure if you regretted this decision or not, the air leaving your lungs once more at the lack of space between you and Spencer. He seemed to have stopped breathing momentarily just the same, though you couldn't be sure as you focused on getting air back into your own lungs without raising suspicion. For the first time in the few minutes, you had been trapped you were thankful for the poor lighting in the room that helped to conceal the hot blush forming on your cheeks. Facing Spencer was making this way harder than before.

You attempted a step back only for your heel to hit the wall behind you. There was no such thing as personal space in this situation, and you were silly to think you could've moved away.

"We need to get out of here" your voice was a bare whisper, but the close quarters made it easy enough to hear and Spencer attempted a nod, almost head butting you in the process.

"I'm so sorry I- um it's-"

"Spence it's okay, we just need to get out of here" looking up at him he tried to avoid your gaze, head shifted to the side to face the bottom of the now locked door. He had his brows furrowed in concentration, something you always adored about him, but he seemed nervous. His chest rose and fell heavily similar to yours, and you feared your presence made him uneasy. Taking careful glances around the space, you could feel a small amount of panic rising in your chest, sharp and prickling. Small spaces had never been your favourite thing as a kid, and though you thought the fear had passed, a part of it had carried itself into your adulthood and was nagging at you now.

The walls, they looked smaller. They might've been moving but you couldn't be sure and the roof- you were positive the roof of the cart was lower now.

"Hey Spence" your breath caught in your throat, and you could feel Spencer's eyes land on you.

Taking in more air and trying to ignore the panicked raging on in your mind, you tried again.

"Spence, we need to get out".

You felt him squeeze your hand which to this moment, you had forgotten you were holding. "I know but, I don't know how".

"Spencer, I need you to think, that's what you do best right? Think".

Desperate you pushed your body further toward the door, letting go of Spencer's hand and grasping the handle from behind you. You jiggled it wildly in frustration before making a weak attempt at kicking the door with your heel. Your foot collided with Spencer's ankle instead.

"Ow"

You locked eyes with him once more, and you had to admit having him so close was strange. If you leaned forward, you were sure the tip of your nose would bump against his. Continuing to scan his features, you watched as he bit the interior of his cheek.

"Hey boy genius? Could we suffocate in here?"

"Run out of oxygen you mean?" His voice was gentle but still held that cute questioning tone that calmed you during discussions in the bull pen.

"Yeah, run out of oxygen".

"Well, the average concentration of oxygen in the atmosphere is twenty one point zero percent by volume and-"

"Spence" You cut him off letting the panic lace your voice clearly for only a moment. "Will we die in here or not?"

He shook his head, a strand of his hair brushing against your cheek. "No, we won't die in here, I promise".

He gave you his best reassuring smile and you exhaled. Whether he was just saying that to make you feel better instead of stating his statistical facts on the body count of people found dead in the small storage space of kiosks or not, you wouldn't know, but you were glad for his smile.

A silence fell upon the space and the two of you were left to your thoughts, Spencer most likely calculating how long it would take someone to find the two of you, while your brain was hurdling with thoughts of him.

"Sorry" You muttered, breaking the silence when you realised your hands had found their place on his chest. You could feel his heartbeat, slightly faster than the norm through his shirt and you removed them quickly.

"Why?" His voice was a sweet whisper, and you could feel his breath, shaky, on your already heated skin.

"I know you like your space" Your gazed was trained to your feet comparing your black boots to Spencer's converses, laces tied in perfect bows.

"Not from you".

At first you thought you'd misheard him, a simple echo of the room twisting his words, but you looked up and saw his eyes, light brown and staring straight down at you with a look you'd noticed glazing his irises before. You'd never been sure what it meant.

You said nothing, only staring straight back at him, faces closer than they had ever been, lips inches apart. A shiver rolled down your spine as Spencer's hands, which had been hanging awkwardly at his sides only moments ago, made their way tentatively around your waist. It was clear neither of you knew what was happening, but it was just as obvious that both you and Spencer didn't want it to stop.

So slowly, ever so slowly you began to close the space that was left between you, Spencer's fingers ever so slightly digging into your waist with the anticipation of it all, pulling your bodies closer than before. The two of your barely noticed the tentative banging at first, until your lips were just about to meet and the creaking of footsteps outside the storage room made you pull away. Not that there was much space to pull back to.

You shared a look with Spencer, one of longing and apology, though it was evident that both you weren't sorry at all for the moment you shared, whether your lips had met or not.

The bolt on the outer side of the door could be heard sliding back, before the familiar face of Morgan appeared along with a fresh gust of cool, windy air.

The look of relief on Morgan's face showed how long you must have been missing, and the first question to be shared between the three of you left your lips "Did you catch him?".

Morgan nodded "Yeah, yeah we did".

As you left the kiosk, following Morgan with Spencer trailing behind, you could feel the weight of his stare on your back. You envisioned him frowning, brown eyed and tight lipped, similar to the expression you wore. You took a glance at the unsub who was handcuffed and bruised, being not so gently shown to a car by Hotch and Rossi, ready to be taken back to the station. Near them, was the deputy, a bandage around his head next to the chief.

Next, the recognizable waves of blonde hair caught your eye as you watched JJ approach, a relived grin on her face at the sight of you and Spencer, Emily in her wake. You shared smiles with them both before exchanging short, one armed hugs, though your mind was occupied.

Spencer had been quiet behind you. So quiet you weren't sure he was even there anymore, and as you turned, you saw him a mere meter away. He was still staring at you, and you wondered if his eyes had even left you once, after being released from the confines of the storage room.

He muttered something inaudible with a shake of his head, you only able to see his lips move, and before you knew it, he was heading your way, the space between you closed within seconds. Your ears roared as he pulled you in and without hesitation pressed his lips to yours in a kiss so urgent and impatient. You couldn't quite understand how you managed to get closer to him than you already were, winding your hands through his hair as he brought his hand up to the side of your face. It was inappropriate and beyond unprofessional, but it felt so freeing to finally kiss him, to feel him like you were now, closer than ever despite no longer being trapped in a tight space.

When you pulled away Spencer's forehead pressed to yours, you couldn't help but grin. A breathless chuckle escaping his lips before a loud whoop echoed to the left of you, undoubtedly having come from Morgan.

The eyes didn't seem to bother you, though, and considering Spencer had yet to drift his eyes from you, you figured he felt the same.

AN: I wrote this fic almost 2 years ago oh my gosh, she's so wattpad energy and for what?

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reidsaurora · 2 years

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"Midnight Muffins" ~ S. Reid

Summary: When Spencer and Reader find themselves pulling an all-nighter for a case and Spencer accidentally reveals that midnight marks his birthday, Reader has the perfect way to celebrate—chocolate muffins at midnight.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader (no use of Y/N, Reader carries a purse tho)

Word Count: 1,888

Content Warning: food consumption, very mild swearing, honestly i think that's it? lmk if i missed anything though!

Genre: chocolatey, sugary Fluff 🥰

Extra Notes: none that i can think of!

Based On the Prompt: "What Doesn't Kill Me" - sleep deprivation (from 2022 Whumptober Prompts)

Originally Written: between 10/11/2022 and 10/12/2022

Beta Read By: @dungeons-are-too-cold 🫶🏻

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Hotch wiped the sleep from his eyes as he let out a loud yawn. "Alright, everyone, it's been a long day. Head back to the hotel and get some rest. We'll meet back here in the morning," he instructed, followed by another yawn.

Everyone headed toward the door sluggishly, being hit with a whiff of night air as Derek opened the door.

"Shoot," Spencer exhaled as his foot hit the second stair.

"What is it?" I managed to ask through a yawn of my own.

"I forgot my bag," he explained, heading back toward the door.

"I can wait here."

A crimson color flushed over his cheeks. "No, that's OK. You go ahead with everyone else. I'll be right behind you guys."

I shrugged my shoulders in response, watching as he disappeared back into the police station. Little did he know I wasn't taking no for an answer, promptly sitting down on the brick steps and pulling my windbreaker tighter to my arms to shield them from the coldness of the October night air.

I nearly fell asleep on the steps as I waited for him, checking my watch just to see how long I'd been waiting. "Twenty minutes is a long time to search for a bag," I thought, pushing myself up.

I wandered through the precinct, eventually pacing into the office we'd been previously working in. I immediately spotted Spencer, who was writing something on the whiteboard and Hotch, who was looking over some files at the desk.

"What are you two doing in here?" I asked, one of my eyebrows cocking upward.

"I'm working," Hotch answered, "He's supposed to be searching for his bag but apparently he's decided to work as well."

My hands flew to my hips. "I thought you were right behind us," I mentioned, directed at Spencer.

He had the face of a child with their hand caught in the cookie jar. "I was…" his voice dragged off.

"Then what are you doing in here?"

"Well, I figured if Hotch was staying all night that he might need some help," he answered, his puppy-dog eyes prominent. "Honestly, I didn't think anyone would notice if I stayed behind."

A pang stung my heart as I listened to his answer. "Of course I'd notice. I promised I'd wait for you."

His brows furrowed as he asked, "You've been waiting out in the cold for me for almost a half hour?"

"Yes, I was beginning to think you'd forgotten about me," I answered deadpan.

"Never," he chuckled, "I honestly thought you'd gone with everyone else."

Hotch walked toward the doorway, fist tight around the files he carried. "Well, if the two of you are going to stay, could you actually work and stop gabbing?" he sassed, stalking out the door.

Spencer's cheeks blushed red as he turned back to the board in front of him. He quickly put his attention back on the geographical profile.

I couldn't help but giggle as I placed my bag down and promptly got back to work.

A couple hours came and went, I wasn't sure how long it had been exactly. I found myself combing through the suspect list, my eyes growing heavy as I scanned over each page.

I let out a long yawn as I glanced at my watch. "How is there only a half an hour 'til midnight?" I grumbled, looking up at Spencer from my spot in the office chair.

"This is not how I imagined I'd be spending my birthday this year," Spencer commented nonchalantly.

My mouth fell agape in disbelief. "Tomorrow's your birthday and you didn't remind me?"

He shrugged his shoulders before turning to face me. "I didn't think it was all that important."

"We have to celebrate!" I told him. "I'm not quite sure where I could get a birthday cake at this time of night but I'm sure I could find something."

"You aren't going anywhere," he insisted. "If you leave, I swear my ghost will haunt you forever."

I pouted, the same pout a kid would give their parent when they told them "no" to eating sweets before dinner. "But I wanna celebrate you!"

He rolled his eyes, turning back around. "You act like a child when you're sleep deprived," he commented.

"How about this? I won't leave, but I will treat you to whatever snack you want from the vending machine."

He mumbled something under his breath, just loud enough for me to understand his aggravation. "You aren't going to let this go, are you?" he commented at full volume.

"Nope," I answered, the p popping loudly.

"OK, fine," he muttered, "but you aren't allowed to celebrate until after midnight."

"I'll have my alarm set."

And with that, I turned my attention back to the files in front of me, most of my strength being put into the act of holding my eyes open.

I wasn't quite sure how it happened, but just as soon as I'd closed my eyes to blink, I was awakening from a short slumber.

Or what I thought was a short slumber.

I frantically rubbed the sleep from my eyes as I pushed myself up from my previous position of resting my head on the hard, wooden desk. I looked down at my watch, registering that the clock had somehow magically skipped from 11:45 to 2:15.

"You let me sleep for two and a half hours? And miss your birthday?" I whined, sleep heavily coating my throat.

"To be fair," he answered, pausing for a yawn, "I wasn't born until the afternoon so technically you didn't miss it."

I pushed myself up from the office chair, stretching out my arms as I plodded toward him. "What would you like from the machine?" I asked, pulling my wallet out of my purse.

His mouth scrunched as he thought, presumably attempting to figure out his answer. "What's your favorite?"

"No," I argued, "it's your birthday. I wanna buy you a snack."

"Buy something we can share," he instructed.

And with that, I trudged out of the office and over to the vending machine. My eyes scanned all the options, contemplating what he'd like most.

My eyes landed on a bag of those mini chocolate muffins. Bingo. Sure, it wasn't a traditional cake or cupcake, but Spencer liked chocolate more than anyone I'd ever met.

I punched in the number, watching eagerly as the bag slid down to the bottom of the machine. After marching back to the meeting room, I held out the muffins in front of the birthday boy himself.

"You like these?" he inquired, his eyebrows ruffling.

"Why? Do you not like them?" I fretted, my eyes darting away from him.

"No, they're my favorite," he answered reassuringly. "I just wanted to make sure you didn't buy them just for me."

I shook my head. "They're for us to share. If you want to share them, that is."

"Of course."

And with that, he ripped open the package, placing a muffin in my hand before popping one into his mouth.

I tossed the muffin into my mouth, savoring the taste of chocolate and sugar. I watched as Spencer turned his attention away from the muffins and back to the files in his hand, mentally deciding that he worked himself too hard.

"Coffee delivery," Hotch said as he paced through the door with a drink carrier, three steaming hot cups of coffee being held in place.

"Where the hell did you find coffee at this hour of the night?" I asked, taking the cup marked pumpkin spice latte from the cardboard carrier.

"You'd be surprised how many twenty-four-hour coffee shops New York City has to offer," he chuckled, taking his presumably plain black coffee from the container and pressing it to his lips.

Spencer took the last drink, looking over the label on the side. I assumed it was most likely a caramel latte—Spencer's favorite—my suspicions being confirmed when he commented, "Thank you for remembering my order. Morgan and JJ usually get it wrong."

My heart felt heavy when I considered Spencer's comments throughout the night—his comment about nobody caring if he stayed behind, his comment about how his birthday wasn't important, and now his comment about everyone forgetting his coffee order. If it hadn't been considered weird, I might've given him a reassuring kiss just to let him know that even if no one else did, I cared.

I pushed my feelings to the back of my mind, placing them in the "to figure out later" box in my mind. One good thing that came from this job was learning how to be good at compartmentalization.

One hour turned into two, two turned into three, and before we knew it, the sun was on the brink of rising, light orange colors painting the sky outside the slightly ajar window (Spencer had claimed the fresh air from the window helped him think better).

"You two head back to the hotel," Hotch instructed.

"What about this?" Spencer fretted, motioning to the stack of files that sat on the edge of the desk.

"I've got this. The others will be here in about an hour. You two go rest up. Enjoy your day off."

"Day off?" I questioned. "Hotch, we don't-"

"Go," he commanded, "you two have worked harder than I've seen anyone work in a long time. If I see you come back within the next twenty-four hours, I'll have to write you up and then Strauss will get involved. Do you guys really want that?"

The two of us shook our heads, managed a quick, "Thank you," before heading out into the coolness of the morning air.

Luckily, our hotel was only a ten-minute walk from the precinct, prompting us to not drive in our exhausted state.

I watched as the sunrise glistened over Spencer's skin, the rays practically sparkling on the dark freckles of his arms. The oranges and pinks in the sky nearly illuminated his lips, making them look even more plump and pink than they did before. He looked pretty like this.

"What?" he said, a chuckle sitting at the edge of his tongue.

"Nothing," I answered, internally embarrassed that he'd caught me staring.

We walked a few more feet in silence, a comfortable kind of silence that I'd probably only enjoy with Spencer.

He ended up being the one to break the silence, initially letting out a verbal yawn before saying, "Thank you, by the way."

"You're welcome," I replied, lightly nudging his shoulder with mine, "It's the least I could do. I'm sorry you had to spend your birthday pulling an all-nighter and sifting through suspect files."

"Eh, it's OK. At least I got to do it with you."

For a second, I thought he might kiss me. To be honest, I was hoping he would. Instead, he just looked down at my hand for a moment before looking back up so as to ask for permission.

I nodded in approval, a half-smile finding its way to my lips as he wrapped his fingers around mine. He caressed the back of my hand with his thumb, his silent way of saying, "Thank you again."

I lay my head against his shoulder as we continued our trek, my silent way of replying, "You didn't even have to ask."

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Happy birthday, my favorite libra boy!! You really have completed 41 trips around the sun!

Alright, I know you aren't real in this universe 🥲 but someday, I'm gonna shift and get to tell you all this in person.

I love you so much Spencer Reid, happy birthday my chocolate-loving genius 🫶🏻

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supercriminalbean · 1 year

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Family Love.

BAU x GN!Reader.

Summary: Your getting married, and your team helps you get ready. When Rossi realizes how stressed you are he offers you some help. Rossi has been your father figure since you joined the team, always looking out for you even agreeing to give you away at your wedding.

Words: 3.5k

A/N: This was originally going to be a Rossi x reader father figure fic, but then kinda just turned into a full BAU x Reader fic. My bad. The reader is gender netural along with the readers partner.

Most of the team was asleep on the flight back home. The Bau had just wrapped up a child abducting case that had lasted over 3 days. The case had ended badly for the families and the team. Once everyone had bored the jet, they all stayed to themselves. Most of the team had fallen asleep, except Hotch and Rossi and yourself who were all reading quietly. You were sitting on your own, with your notebooks, planners, and wedding magazines covering the table in front of you. Your wedding is approaching extremely fast and your maid of honour is now pressing you to hurry up and make the final decisions. You never could get how planning a wedding could take so long. You really don’t understand why picking a colour scheme is important and why couldn't you just have some basic flowers. Sighing tiredly, as you pick up your coffee, needing some refreshments before you continue.

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“You look like you could do with a distraction” Jumping slightly, looking up to see who broke the silence of the jet. Smiling weakly as you see Rossi sit down across from you.

“I would love one” You reply quietly so as to not disturb anyone. Glancing over you see Hotch is now asleep, his book forgotten on the table where he must have dropped it when he drifted to sleep.

“Wedding planning, ah the memories” He sighs, smirking.

“That right, you had 4 or 5 of those didn't you?” Teasing him.

“Hey hey hey, it was only 3 marriages, 2 proper weddings” Shaking his head at his own answer. “I thought Garcia was in charge of wedding planning?” He asks you, looking down at all the papers.

“Apparently due to the fact Im the one getting married, so she wants me to make the final decisions” You groan softly “I picked her as the maid of honour so I wouldn't have to do anything”

“Hey at least you have all the invitations out, and if everything else fails, you can get married in my backyard, which seems to be the place for weddings” He chuckles warmly, laughing along with him as you start to relax again.

“We might do that, but I want to get married on a cliff, the sunset will be so pretty, also if anyone annoys me, I can simply, just push” Smirking at him.

“Remind me not to get on your bad side that day” He raised his hands jokingly pretending to surrender.

“Just don't get on my bad side at all Rossi” Rolling your eyes at him, glancing down at one of the magazines.

“So is the cliff pushing, for your partner or your family?”

“My family isn’t coming, the cliff is actually for the guest, anyone turning up in my colour, I will push them off” Picking up one of the wedding theme magazines flicking through it.

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“Your family isn’t coming?” Rossi asks, watching you closely with concern.

“Nope, they made it clear they don't want to come, so I didn't bother inviting them, they would just cause drama, My wedding day is only going to be held with my real family” Smiling faintly as you turn the pages, looking at the different types of dresses and suits. You aren’t even bothered that your family isn’t going to be there. You only cared that your team will be there.

“So if they won't be there, who else have you invited, just the team?” He asks softly. Trying not to press you too much about your family, knowing it's a difficult subject.

“Just the team and their plus ones, plus Emily of course, also Ash is inviting their family and a couple close friends, we tried keeping the guess list to under 25”

“Small wedding” Rossi Comments.

“Well we both don't like people so” Smirking, shrugging your shoulders. “I only need the people that care for us to be there” Sighing you look out the window. There are a few things you always wanted in your wedding, that you simply just can’t have this time.

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“(Y/N) what's really on your mind?” Rossi's voice breaks you out of your thoughts. Turning his head to the side, his eyes narrowing as he takes you in, reading you easily.

“It's nothing, it's just” Sighing, looking back up at him. “I'm really happy to get married, it's just going to be different than what I had pictured as a kid, instead of my blood family I get a better one” You smile gently, even though you're forcing it. It doesn't mean you're not happy with how things are. You couldn't be more happy, more healthier, now that you are no longer surrounded by a toxic family. “You know Rossi ever since I joined this team, you and Hotch soon became my father figures, I never thanked you for taking me under your wing” You look up at him softly. A small smile full of love playing on your lips.

“This team is our family, you will always be our kid” He smiles tenderly, watching you a little concerned. Rossi has always wanted to protect you, ever since you joined the team 6 years ago. You were 22 when you joined, freshly out of the academy. You managed to fit in perfectly with everyone, but Rossi had quickly become over-protective of you, and throughout the years, you two only grew closer. He always thought of you as his child, the bond you two have is one so similar to a father and Child relationship. It was something you both never knew you needed, until you had built it up with each other.

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“Dave, can I ask you something, you can say no if you like” You take a deep calming breath, as you speak quietly.

“You can ask me anything kiddo”

“Would you walk me down the aisle please” Speaking softly as you look up into his eyes. Rossi's face softened, pride and warmth feeling him up, his heart swelling with love.

“I would be honoured to (Y/N)” Smiling, leaning over to take your hand, squeezing it gently.

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The few weeks go by quickly and next thing you know it was the morning of your wedding, and gosh, are you nervous wreck with your stomach twisting and turning. You slowly sit up, having barely gotten any sleep last night. Having slept at Penelope's place last night, as you and Ash didn't want to see each other until the wedding. While you're sitting on the couch, your heart pounding away, feeling as if it may explode at any given moment. You hear your phone ding, picking it up to check the text you receive. Smiling softly as you see it's from your lover, Ash. The smile fades quickly as you click it, waiting anxiously as it takes ages to load. You know it wouldn't be anything bad, but that doesn’t stop the negative thoughts from intruding into your mind. Your mind and anxiety easing as you read the messages.

Ash: Morning my love, can’t wait to see you today I love you.

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You: Good Morning baby can’t believe todays the big day Love you See you later.

Smiling at your phone, placing it down when you see Garcia walks in.

“Thought I could hear you awake” She smiles softly at you, still looking half asleep. “I can not believe you're getting married today” She walks over to the kitchen, starting to make some coffee.

“Yeah, fuck” Staring at the wall, feeling as if you’re about to be sick. Your hands started sweating, You can’t seem to understand why you’re feeling this way. You love Ash, you two have been together for years, why are you suddenly so nervous? Penelope walks back over carrying coffee, passing you a mug.

“You look like you need this” She smiles gently, as you take it.

“Thank you, you know I could do with something a little strong” Your laugh comes out a little shaky, sipping your coffee.

“I think it's a little early for that first, but I'm sure once we get to Rossi, he will have enough alcohol to help you out.” She speaks softly. Patting your lap gently, drinking her own coffee.

“Good, because I can not be this nervous when I'm walking down the aisle” Rubbing your head, trying to calm yourself.

~~~

“How long before we need to leave for Rossi’s?” You ask after finishing your coffee.

“We need to be there around 10am, it's only 7am now, we have a little bit of time, we do need to go pick up your suit and a few items so we should leave here just before nine alright” Penelope smiles at you reassuringly.

“Okay right, and are you sure the boys know what they are supposed to do, and where everything is meant to be set up, are you sure they even want to help, oh gosh I should message them” Your words start rumbling out, reaching out for your phone. You find that Garcia's hand is already grabbing your it, moving it from your reach.

“(Y/n) try to relax, I was talking to Morgan and Rossi last night, they know exactly what they are supposed to do okay, and the team will be at Rossi place after we get there so then you can stress out at everyone then alright?” Garcia places your phone in her pockets as she speaks calmly.

“I still don't know how you managed to get all the boys to agree to set up the wedding, you even got Reid on board, and even managed to get Rossi to let us get ready at his place today” Shaking your head lightly, letting out a breath trying to destress.

“Oh no one can say no to me sweets, it's one of my superpowers” You both start to laugh, slowly relaxing. Knowing deep down that when your best friend is in charge everything will be okay.

~~~

As you walk into Rossi’s house you can hear music and Laughter coming from the kitchen. You and Garcia walk in, seeing Rossi, Hotch, Morgan, JJ and Emily all standing around the kitchen drinking and talking.

“Well hello you finally show up” Rossi teases smiling over at you two.

“Someone had to check a thousand times that we had everything” Garcia laughs walking over hugging Emily tightly before taking the drink Morgan is offering her.

“Hey I was not the bad” Rolling your eyes up at her, hugging Emily after her. “Thanks for coming Ems”

“Like I would ever miss your wedding” Emily smiles, hugging you back tightly. You two pull aways slowly,turning to face the rest of the group.

“Reid and Alex not here?” You ask, taking the drink that Rossi is offering you.

“Not yet, Blake is going to be slightly later, and Reids going to just meet us at the place to set up” Morgan smirks over at you. “Ash was texting me this morning they seems just as nervous as you”

“Pfff I am not nervous” Shaking your head as you sipping your drinks, You feel everyone looking at you, holding back their smirks and laughter.

“You don't even need to be a profiler to see that was a lie” Garcia laughs at you.

“Hey! Yall need to stop picking on the newlywed here” Rolling your eyes laughing along with them.

~~~

You excuse yourself after a bit to use the restroom, locking the door behind you. Clenching the sink, looking up at the mirror, your stomach can't seem to stop turning. Due to the fact you have drunk 4 cups of coffee this morning, you don't know why you thought caffeinated drinks would help calm your nerves but, today wasn't a day you could think straight. Splashing some cold water on your face while taking a few deep breaths, once you have regrounded yourself, you walk back out. Only to stop when you see Derek leaning against the wall.

“Oh sorry didn't realise there was a line” Smirking at him.

“There isn't, I just need to talk to you” He sighs softly. Panic starts to fill you immediately at the tone in his voice.

“Is it Ash you said they were nervous, are they getting cold feet, are they okay?” Your eyes widen watching him closely. Morgan laughs slightly, smiling gently.

“No nothing like that, they are fine, You both are just nervous for no reason”

“Hey, do not say that, you will jinx something, so many things could go wrong today” You argue softly, relieved that Ash was alright.

“I just wanted to check that you were sure about this, getting married” Morgan watches you, worry in his eyes.

“What? Of course I'm sure about marrying them. I love Ash” You stare at him confused.

“I just wanted to double check, you know I care about you both, Just don't want to see Ash get hurt, not after their last fiance”

“I get it, you're worried about them, but Derek you know me, I never want to hurt them, they have been through enough I don't want to cause them more pain.” Smiling reassuringly at him.

Smiling back at you he shakes his head. “You're right, I'm sorry I'm just a little protective over them.”

“I know you are” Shaking your head laughing at him. “I don't think I ever thanked you for introducing us to each other, I will always owe you for that”

‘Just glad my two friends are finally happy” Smiling as he pulls you into a hug.

~~~

The day passes by quickly, the boys all head away to get the wedding set up. As you and the girls sit around having a couple of drinks, doing each other's hair and makeup when Alex turns up. Garcia Works her magic on you, keeping your makeup a natural look, making you want to cry when you see it in the mirror. Your hair and makeup looked amazing, matching so well with your emerald green suit. Your emotions have been all over the place while getting ready. JJ had been quick to reassure you that it was completely normal, and that she started crying when she got into her wedding dress. Everytime you got nervous, and went to ring someone to double check something, one of the girls would grab your phone from you. It's now almost 4pm, and you're meant to leave at 4:30. Your wedding is going to take place just as the sunsets at 5pm.

~~~

With everyone seated around on the couch, everything was ready, all you guys had left to do was put your heels on, You were all drinking, you were drinking a bit fast trying to settle your nerves, becoming slightly tipsy. Giggling slightly as Emily asks an important question.

“So (Y/N), what are you wearing underneath your beautiful suit?” She smirks at you.

“Ems really?” You laugh at her, rolling your eyes, sipping on your champagne.

“Well it is a important question” JJ adds, giggling at you

“oh come on spill, I also want to know” Garcia smirks, placing her drink down. Rolling your eyes at them you turn to Alex, for some back up.

“Hey, I can not help you, I mean it's them, come on” Alex laughs while sipping on her drink.

“Fine, I got a light blue lace lingerie, it's got a little bow on it, It's their favourite colour, never fails to turn them on” Giggling feeling a little tipsy as you talk.

“Wow hey hey hey, I did not need to hear that” Rossi walks in from the doorway. Shaking his head, holding his hands up in defence mode.

“Neither did I, for the record” Reid says grossed out, walking in right behind Rossi. The girls can’t help but end up in fits of laughter, at the boys reactions. Instantly you hide your face amongst the pillows as your face starts to burn. Inside you're just hoping that the couch will swallow you up.

“What are you two doing here anyway?” You ask, when you finally bring your head back up.

“We are your ride remember?” Reid speaks, “plus we wanted to check up see how you all are doing and how the set up here is going”

“Well everything is set and ready to go” You smile, sliping your shoes on.

~~~

You peek around the corner, seeing that everything is set up perfectly, watching everyone getting into their places. Smiling softly as you see Garcia fix up Reid's hair, those two getting the last minute things sorted. Looking over at Ash, you couldn't help the big grin slipping onto your face. They look so nervous, but seem so happy, Morgan was fixing their tie carefully, giving them words of encouragement.

“Hey (Y/n/n)” Turning round you see Hotch standing there smiling at you, proudly. “How are you feeling, nervous?”

“Oh extremely, More nervous of the face that I'm most likely going to fall flat on my face due to these heels” You both laugh softly, taking a deep breath. “Were you this nervous when you married Haley?” You ask softly, watching him.

“Oh I was more nervous, I vomited beforehand” He chuckles, trying to lighten up the mood.

“Yeah I'm surprised I haven't yet” You pat your suit down, looking down as you try to straighten everything out.

“You look amazing” Hotch reassures you with a small smile.

“Thanks Aaron, It means alot that you and Jack could make it”You smile up at him slowly, taking calming breaths.

“We would never miss this for the world. You are family, always remember that” He rubs your arm softly, quickly you pull him into a hug, hiding your face in his chest.

“I’ve got you (Y/n)” Aaron speaks softly, wrapping his arms around you. Pulling you close as he kisses the top of your head softly.

~~~

Hotch walks away so he can find his seat next to Jack. Reid standing up front, ready to officiate your wedding.

“You ready kid?” Rossi asks, coming to stand beside you. Wrapping his arm around you pulling you into a side hug.

“I sure am” Smiling, taking a deep breath, you loop your arm with Rossi. “Can you promise me something, Dave?” You whisper quietly, as you two start to approach everyone.

“What that kiddo?” He looks at you softly, a fatherly look in his eyes.

“Don't let me fall” Smiling softly glancing up at him, worry pure in your eyes.

“Never” He smiles lighty, placing a kiss to the top of your head. Coming to a halt at the top of the aisle.

The music starts playing as everyone turns to look at you. You catch Ash eyes, tears flooding to yours, as you take in how stunning they look standing up there. You can not wait to spend the rest of your life with them, forever. For your family to be even more complete. The walk down seems to take forever, Rossi helping you stay steady on your feet. Finally you reach your Love.

~~~

“You may Kiss the —-” Spencer smiles widely, unable to finish his sentence before Ash is reaching forward. Cupping your face as they kiss you passionately, you're unable to help it when you melt into the kiss. Feeling like this is the best kiss in your entire life, everyone around you is cheering and celebrating. You slowly pull away from them looking up at them with pure love.

“I love you Ash” You giggle, biting your lip.

“I love you to my Love” Ash smiles down at you kissing you again softly, only pulling apart hearing people laugh.

~~~

After all the photos get taken, including the ones with everyone in your newly extended family. Everyone is starting to head back to Rossi as it starts to get darker. You try to go and help with packing up, as you know there isn't too much to do. So you're happy to help, but Reid and Hotch keep telling you to go and have fun, refusing your help. You don’t listen to them, grabbing some of the lights to put away when Jack and Henry come running over to you. Both of them grabs your hands pulling you towards the ladies, saying they were sent to capture you. You laugh as you let the boys drag you away, once you reach JJ and Emily, they run off towards Will and Rossi.

~~~

The rest of the night goes by beautifully. When everyone gets back to Rossi’s and you have your first dance with Ash. It was a clumsy dance, but it was one of those memories you will never forget. That night you get to dance with everyone in your team, having cute little moments with them all. You're dancing and laughing with Aaron, when the girls pull you away from him. Making you dance with the four girls, all of you laughing as you see Hotch standing there looking playfully hurt, and then shocked when Jack jumps on his back suddenly.

~~~

Tonight couldn't have gotten more perfect, you think to yourself looking around. Being surrounded by your chosen family tonight, those who will always love and support you no matter what. That's what a wedding is truly for.

#criminal minds #BAU x reader #criminal minds one shots #bau is a family #David Rossi father figure #bau x gendernetural! reader #penelope garcia #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #david rossi

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 1 year

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slytherbun · 2 years

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ash

pairing: spencer reid x reader

summary: spencer and reader go to a party so they could humor a friend and realize once again that it’s not their scene.

word count: .5k words

note: this is kind of a prologue to something i wanna write. it's high school spencer and reader but he's the same age as her, the usual age for sophomores.

It was humid out, the crickets were loud and your hair was frizzy as it laid on the back of your shoulders but none of it mattered at all. The long sleeved plaid flannel was tied around your waist while you sat on the curb and the smoke coming out of your lips is what drew him in at first.

You were completely ignorant to the party inside and instead favored twisting the blunt around between your fingertips while crushing any ash under your dark checkered vans as it fell with each puff.

You were so out of it that you didn’t hear him walk up behind you at first until his raspy voice spoke. “What are you doing?” Jumping a bit with shaking shoulders, you put a hand over your racing heartbeat and turned your head to glare at the sight before you. What you thought was going to be another stupid highschool football player, was in fact the complete opposite.

Your eyes softened quickly when you realized who it was.

Spencers’s voice sounded deep and different and little did you know that it was because you looked pretty tonight, despite the fact your mascara was starting to sweat off onto your cheeks.

His lanky legs were covered in jeans that had holes in his knees, meanwhile his converse laces were about to fall out but it seemed he didn’t care about them because he of course had his bag over his shoulder. You knew at least three to four books were hidden inside it, despite the fact the atmosphere was a party with music and drinks.

“Jesus warn a girl before you scare her death, hmm?” You replied. Spencer sighed and shook his head, sitting on the curb next to you with a cringe at the germs and bugs currently on it. You noticed his disgust but ignored it with a grin. “Want a hit?”

He rolled his eyes at you but nodded and took it between his fingers, which caught you by surprise. But you realized what he was doing quickly and narrowed your eyes at him as you watched him dab it out onto the road. “What the hell, Spence? Do you know how much those are?”

“Relax, I know you have a bunch more that you can just take out at any moment. I want to go home, are you ready?” You stood up with a nod and brushed off the back of your legs. “I’ve been ready since we got here. You know I just had to humor my friend and go dance for a minute.” You quipped back with a grin and turned to start walking.

Spencer’s driving scared you so it was usually you driving him around. He followed behind you like a lost puppy as he glanced back and forth at the dark road while the two of you walked to your car. It was a piece of crap but it worked most of the time and you loved it.

Almost as much as the nicotine you couldn’t be without and Spencer watched with a raised eyebrow as you grabbed the cigarette from behind your ear and the lighter that was hanging out of your front pocket. You pushed the unlock button on your keyring so Spencer could get in the passenger seat while you lit the stick and sat in your seat to roll down the windows.

“Where to sweetness?” You hummed and started up the car.

The same car you still had as a brokenhearted twenty-six year old.

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vroomvroommuppett · 2 years

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since i’m rewriting for criminal minds, i have a lot of works from that fandom from when i started tumblr. if you would like to read any of the works, please use the following tags in the search bar on my profile

#hamilton series

#cm

#criminal minds

#character name

#social media au (you’ll have to scroll down since most of my works now are social media aus)

#ship name (hotchreid, heid, moreid, ralvez)

#dad!rossi

#criminal minds preferences

#criminal minds one shots

#criminal minds song fic

#song fic

#criminal minds headcanons

#incorrect criminal minds

#criminal minds incorrect quotes

if there’s a specific part of a story that isn’t properly linked, it’s because i haven’t changed the url. please send an ask and i’ll give the link

i’ve also included the above tags in this post as well

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street-smarts00 · 1 month

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Clingy

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (BAU!reader)

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WC: 3.7k

Summary: You tended to be very expressive with your friends when showing your affection. Whether it showed in pet names or physical touch. Only thing is, Spencer thinks he’s falling in love with you, and all of your sweet affectionate actions are starting to take a toll on his unrequited heart. At least, he thinks it’s unrequited.

Tags: there’s a tiny bit of miscommunication but not too much that it will make your head explode like it does mine. Make out but nothing grown/spicy. Friends to lovers. A bit of hurt/comfort

A/N: Not beta read don’t kill me! yoooo spence is so in denial about her feelings in this but lol so real king. This is mostly from his POV but I had to cheat a few times. Hope i can live up to the hype that complimentary colors was. I low key don't like this one as much but had to execute it cause the idea was cute.

You were starting to drive him insane. Criminally insane. You could invade his thoughts at any waking moment of his day and take over his mind. Every affectionate pet name, every soft fleeting touch, hell every time you look at him, he would replay the moment in his mind like a broken record. If he was in a crowded room, his eyes would always fall on you.

After being with the BAU for a while you became good friends with your coworkers. And with that, came your habit of calling your friends sweet nicknames. Anything from sweetie, to honey, to babes, and the one that broke his heart the most, my love.

At first he didn’t understand why you were using terms of endearment that were typically used in a romantic relationship, but in a platonic way. At some point he caught on that you were similar to Garcia when it came to expressing your love for friends. Similar to her and the way she has her own sweet silly way of expressing how she cares.

Nevertheless, some small part of his heart still broke when you called him those names. He adored your sweet caring nature and the fact that you cared enough about him to call him terms of endearment. But every time a nickname fell from your lips, he was reminded you only meant it platonically.

It was his own personal torture to constantly be reminded he would never be your sweetie, your honey … your love. But the nicknames weren’t enough to drive him insane. While it drove him to the brink of insanity, he was able to keep his head somewhat still on his shoulders.

Not long after the heart warming but crushing nicknames, you showed your true love language. Physical touch. It showed in many forms. It could show when poking JJ in the shoulder and giving Emily a high five. Or nudging Morgan in his side with your elbow. You even managed to get a fist pump from Hotch and Rossi. And of course the welcome and goodbye hugs from Penelope.

You were a bit hesitant at first to express this love language of yours with Spencer due to his aversion to touch and germs. However, you observed that he would gratefully receive occasional touches. Whether it be a hug, high-five, or even the rare ruffle of his hair -which of course would be from Morgan. So you approached him and asked if he was comfortable with physical contact.

When it came to you, he was more than comfortable. You could take him in your arms and he would simply melt into a puddle on the floor. Except he didn’t say that and his reply was closer to a mix of stuttering and rambling about how you could never make him uncomfortable and how he just doesn’t like germs.

Now he’s not saying he regrets his choices. He wouldn’t ever take it back. He enjoys every single lingering touch between the two of you. Actually “enjoys” would be a severe understatement. Every single time you ruffle his hair, lean your head on his shoulder, or even just carefully touch his arm, it was as if a thousand volts of electricity were flowing through him. Like he could light up the city even. You were the best part of his days and the reason breath filled his lungs. You brought a light into his life that made him feel safe and warm.

He desperately wanted your affection, your attention, your touch, to mean something more than he knew it to be. But sooner or later, touch after touch, he started to go insane. Somewhere along the way he had daydreamed so deep he had lost his mind.

You had officially driven Spencer Reid insane.

He was promptly whisked away from his thoughts when he felt the tap of a folder on his shoulder and a light thump on his desk.

“Hotch wants to know your thoughts on the consultation from Colorado,” you started.

He blinked back into focus glancing at the papers on his desk.

“Hey, you alright?” You asked with concern. “You look like your head is in the clouds.”

“I’m fine, just lost in thought,” he answered with a small smile reassuring you.

“Don’t get too lost. Can’t have your genius brain short circuiting on us.” You chuckled as you took a small step closer to him and playfully ruffled his hair.

“I’ll try not to,” he grinned and pushed his hair back after you messed with it.

“Well I’ll be back soon, my love. Gotta go bother Penelope,” you joked before making your way out of the bullpen.

His gaze was lingering on you as you left. His thoughts started to drift to you again as his cheeks turned pink.

“I’ll be back soon, my love,” Morgan mimicked in a higher pitched voice with a grin as he approached Spencer's desk. In response Spencer turned his chair away from Morgan to hide his now red face.

“When are you two going to start dating? You guys already act like a couple.”

“We do not act like a couple,” Spencer argued. “She just sometimes calls me pet names, that's normal for her.”

“You don’t see it do you?” Morgan furrowed his eyebrows and was seconds away from chuckling. “She’s been giving you quite a bit of attention lately. Practically clinging onto you.”

“I mean I- I don’t think so. She does that with everyone, it's not just me. She just happens to be very affectionate with friends.” He answers as his voice almost cracked.

Morgan shook his head, “Oh no it’s more than that. Have you ever noticed that she calls you “my love” but she calls us “love”? Or when we’re on a long flight back home and you two are all cuddly on the jet. How she always seeks out your company and finds an excuse to talk to you or about you.”

Spencer couldn’t speak. He had so many words on the tip of his tongue but his voice wouldn’t make a sound. He sat frozen and mouth slightly agape as his brain started to go into overdrive.

Morgan's face softened at Spencer's reaction. “It’s different with you kid. Friends don’t act like that.”

“You and Garcia do.” Spencer countered, this time definitely with a voice crack. Morgan lightly chucked. He was well aware that his and Penelope’s friendship was a bit different than other male/female friendships.

“Okay you got me there, but you and Y/N aren’t me and Garcia. We may flirt with each other a lot but that’s our thing. You two have this care for each other like nothing I've ever seen.”

Spencer was left stunned once again and Morgan could practically see the gears in his head turning.

“You may not notice it now, or hell you may not let yourself notice it now, but it’s true.”

Those words rang in the back of Spencer's mind for days. Of course on a regular basis you would occupy his mind at any given moment. But now it wasn’t just thoughts about you. His mind was over analyzing almost every interaction between you and him, trying to find what Morgan had talked about. Some form of evidence that proved what you felt for him was beyond what he had initially thought.

He was recounting all the recent times you had approached him out of the members of your team. He recalled all the times you were either hanging out or on the jet and you found yourself tracing patterns on his arm. He was rethinking when you started to use nicknames around him and how it could be different with him than with others. It turned out Morgan might be right, as Spencer realized the numerous times you referred to Garcia or Emily as “love”, but in the rare instance you said “my love” it was only ever directed to him.

The idea of you liking him back had become an all consuming thought, but he was too terrified to ask you. What if Morgan was wrong? Profilers have been wrong before. He became petrified by the idea of asking you about it and possibly finding out his feelings were unrequited. But most of all, he was scared of losing you. Scared that if he brought it up he would make things awkward and ruin your friendship. He couldn’t lose you, not over something as trivial as his feelings.

Unfortunately the mental toll this was taking on his mind started to show. Not so obvious that the everyday person would notice, but you weren’t an everyday person. You grew to know him like the back of your hand. So of course you started to notice the little changes in his behavior. His ever so slight flinch when you would initially touch him. His eyes which used to linger on you and catch your eyes from across the room, now focused almost anywhere you weren’t. The way his body froze when you placed a hand on his shoulder. The way his eyes partially widened when you called him anything other than his name.

He tried to hide his worries from you, but you could tell something was bothering him.

Something about you.

His overall behavior didn’t reflect that he was avoiding you or distancing himself from you. He still talked to you and acted around you like normal. Instead it felt like he was holding himself back from receiving or truly appreciating your affection the way he used to.

Days had passed and the team was sent on a case. While this case was an emotional rollercoaster for everyone, it had affected you the most. The victims had reminded you of yourself and the unsub and all of his delusional reasoning for his actions had hit very close to home.

The team caught the unsub and closed the case quite late in the evening. Everyone was exhausted after the grueling past few days and decided to spend the night at the hotel to rest and leave in the morning. You however, still felt an ache in your stomach from all the anxiety felt throughout the day. You couldn’t seem to relax and let that weight off your shoulders. So you went to the one person who could help.

Spencer was getting ready to go to sleep, peacefully reading a book in bed when he got a knock on his door. He placed his book down and when he opened the door he was greeted by you in pajama pants and a zip up hoodie, clearly also winding down for the night.

“Hey,” you greeted.

“Hi, what’s up? Is everything okay?” he asked, a bit concerned as to why you showed up at his hotel so late at night. He opened the door wider signaling you were welcome inside. You entered the room and stuffed your hands in your pockets as he closed the door.

“I’m okay I just …” you cleared your throat. “I know this case has been a tough one but today’s been really hard for me. I’m still wired and awake, I can’t seem to relax enough to go to sleep,” You abruptly stopped your rambling to catch your breath.

“This might sound dumb but, I’m in desperate need of a hug right now,” you finally admitted quietly.

He hated seeing you so timid and closed off. How you made yourself smaller than you were, all because you were asking for your basic needs to be met.

“You don’t have to explain yourself.”

“Huh?”

“You don’t have to explain why you need a hug. You can just ask,” he said reassuringly.

“Oh.”

“Physical contact has been shown to increase levels of dopamine, serotonin, and even oxytocin; therefore, decreasing levels of stress and anxiety. Some people might even argue that physical touch is a fundamental element of being human and experiencing life.” His other way of trying to validate your feelings was of course rambling a string of facts and information from his fingertips.

You couldn’t help but smile. God he loved it when you smiled.

“So is that a yes?” you asked since you never exactly got an answer from your question in the first place. Even though you knew what his answer was.

The corners of his lips turned into a grin. “Come here,” he says with outstretched arms.

You practically ran into him at his offer. He wrapped his arms around you as you placed yours around his neck. He wished this moment could last forever. All while at the same time Morgan's previous statements were circling around in his head.

He tried his best to push them away. He tried to tell himself this was not you acting on any potential feelings for him. This was simply you reaching out to a friend in need.

He took note of the way you held onto him so tightly, almost as if he could leave at any second. It made his heart ache.

“You feel tired,” he almost whispered.

“I am,” you mumbled back, face buried in his neck.

“Do you wanna lie down?”

You lightly patted him on the back, “Don’t worry I’ll leave you be and go to sleep soon. I just need a minute

“I meant … I meant do you want to lie down here?” He stammered. “So you’re not alone. You seem like you need a friend right now.”

His own heart almost cracks when he says friend. But that’s what you need right now, a friend.

“I’d like that,” you said with a small smile.

You separate from him and he leads you to the bed holding your hand. He sits down against the headboard and waits for you to join him.

You awkwardly sit down on the bed, eyes darting in all directions of where he’s sitting. “I- what should I …”

“You could sit down the way you do on the jet,” he kindly offers.

You relax at his words and move to sit at his side. He wraps his arm around you as you rest your head against his shoulder. You both sat there in a moment of silence, enjoying eachothers company. He was getting lost in the sweet smell of your perfume; the small bit of it that still lingers from the long day you’ve had.

He started to recall all the times you two would be close like this. It didn’t happen very often. Sometimes on a long jet ride home from a long or stressful case. Or sometimes when the team went out for drinks and you would be tired from dancing. In the rare occasions you two were like this, you would tend to draw patterns on his arm or leg.

So he decided to finally return the favor. With the arm he had wrapped around you, he started to dance his fingertips over your upper arm.

He felt you practically melt into him at the action. If you could get any closer to him, you did.

He continued tracing your arm with an overwhelming amount of care. It made you consider his previous actions compared to how welcome you were now in his arms.

“Spencer, I’m gonna ask you something, and I need you to be completely honest with me,” you spoke with a hidden hesitation in your voice.

“Of course I’ll be honest to you. I always will be,” he furrowed his brows at the thought of you being scared of him lying to you.

You let out a small, almost shaky breath. “Am I clingy?” you murmured.

This made his hand on your arm stop. He shifted his sitting position so he could face you better but also didn’t want to let you out of his hold.

“No, never,” he told you with assurance. “Why would you think you’re clingy?”

He saw you hesitate once more before you gave him your reply. “I was just overthinking things. Worried I was taking the physical contact thing too far or that I’m a bit too affectionate at times.“

“Why would you be worried? You’d never take things too far. You’ve always been respectful of other people’s boundaries.”

You sighed with a shaky breath. He could practically see through you and see you considering your response.

“Because I thought I was making you uncomfortable.” you looked down to avoid his gaze.

He was quiet for a second, absolutely baffled as to how you would think you could ever make him uncomfortable. “Why?” His question was a barely audible whisper.

“You seemed different. All of a sudden you would freeze when I touched you. You became jumpy and skittish when I talked to you. I thought I was too much for you but you didn’t want to tell me about it.”

You shifted away to face him and his hand fell from your arm. You fidgeted with the sleeves of your hoodie as your face went blank.

“You could never be too much for me,” he spoke with a soft voice. He tried to reach his hand out to hold yours but your hand disappeared in your sleeve at his touch.

“Then why were you different all of a sudden?” You narrowed your eyes at him.

His cheeks started to turn pink, “I- I wasn’t.”

“Yes you were.”

“Y/N please,” he begged.

“Spencer,” you whispered as your eyes bore into his. “You said you’d be honest with me.”

He licked his lips and his face turned red. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place. He couldn’t find an escape route. He had no choice but to tell you. And once the flood gate opened, he would never be able to close it.

“I was freaking out,” he blurted.

“I was freaking out because Morgan implanted this idea in my head that you might possibly have feelings for me based on the way you act around me. I’ve been obsessed with that thought since he mentioned it. So I freaked out almost every time you touched me, talked to me, even looked at me,” he rambled on anxiously as he tried to explain himself. No holding back now.

“I tried not to let it change my behavior but I guess it did and I am so sorry for that. I never wanted to give you the impression that I was uncomfortable. To be honest I don’t think you could ever make me uncomfortable”

You were silent for a moment. He couldn’t read your reaction. Your eyebrows slightly raised with your lips parted. He could only see surprise, which was typical, he just didn’t know if this kind of surprise was good.

“Why were you so obsessed with the idea of me having feelings for you?”

He could’ve sworn his heart was going to beat out of his chest at any moment.

“Because I think I’m falling in love with you.”

Here we go. Flood gates.

“The idea you might like me back became an all consuming thought because I never before thought it was possible and I never wanted to get my hopes up. Actually, I pretty much think about you all the time so it wasn’t that far from normal. ”

“You’re falling in love with me?” you asked barely above a whisper.

“Yes,” he spoke softly with full confidence.

The only change to your appearance was your eyes widened a bit more. It made Spencer's heart sink to his stomach.

“Listen, I understand if this makes things weird between us and I am so sorry. I just couldn’t ..”

He couldn't finish his thought, you were too busy locking your lips with his. It was a sweet but cautious kiss, almost as if you were testing the waters in uncharted territory. You felt him freeze against you so you leaned away, breaking from the kiss.

Not even seconds later Spencer placed a hand on your face and was diving back into the kiss with fervor. You instantly reacted as your arms found their way around his neck and your hand was digging in his hair. The kiss was intoxicating. Both of you trying to get a taste of the other after what felt like eons of pinning.

He wrapped his arms around your waist while his one hand snuck up to the small of your back where your hoodie had exposed your skin. It sent a shiver up your spine while you let out a shaky breath against his lips. You tried shifting in your seat to somehow get closer to him. With his hands against your waist he helped guide you to sit in his lap straddling him.

When you finally break from the kiss your faces are red and Spencer rests his forehead against yours. You focus on the sound of his breath and the feeling of your heart practically beating in your ears.

Your hand moves to play with the hairs at the nape of his neck. “I guess I didn’t do a very good job at showing I had feelings for you.”

The corners of his mouth lift up into a giddy smile. “No, you did. I’m just oblivious.”

“Sounded like you were in denial,” you lightly teased.

“That too,” he chuckles.

After a moment of enjoying each other's presence, you pull away from him just far enough to look him in the eyes.

“I know I call everyone pet names, but every time I used them with you, I wanted it to mean something more. Part of me would always hope you would one day call me those names back,”

Spencer swore his heart could give out at any second. He never expected to hear this from you and it made him lightheaded.

“This may sound childish but.. I never craved attention so badly, until you gave me yours,” you added.

He licked his lips and smiled. With his hands still on your waist he traced mindless patterns at your sides. “You have my complete and undivided attention, my love.”

His words made you giddy. You bit your lip to keep yourself from giggling. Although, he would never be opposed to hearing your beautiful laugh.

There were no words to describe the way that you felt. So without thinking, you leaned forward once more to capture his lips with yours.

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strawbeerossi · 7 months

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The Ballad Of Dr. Reid

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid

Description: When you zone out in the middle of one of your lectures, your professor asks you to stay after class to check in on you.

Content/Warnings: Power imbalance, Professor/Student, age gap (Spencer is in his 40s, reader is in her 20s), minor hand kink, porn with little plot, heated kissing, fingering, spit, unprotected sex, exhibitionism (kinda, right?), reader gets a facial

Word Count: 1.9K

Kinktober Day Two: Power Imbalance

Navigation || Kinktober Masterlist || AO3

You’d always had a liking for criminal justice, so taking the courses in college seemed like a no brainer. You really liked Criminology 1424. It was an interesting class, one that piqued your interest far more than the other classes you were in the process of taking.

In addition to being genuinely interested in the subject, you were more interested in the professor of the class; Dr. Spencer Reid.

He was soft spoken for the most part, a little on the awkward side but that was okay. He was experienced from his fifteen years in the Behavioral Analysis Unit and would use cases he’d faced for examples in his lessons. His lectures were long and albeit pretty boring at times but you had no problem watching the man at the front of class talk, his hands emphasizing just how prepared he was for the topic at hand. You’d realized that there were topics he definitely enjoyed getting into, his body language and his overexaggerated gestures being proof of it.

You’d always thought the FBI and the darkness he faced on a near daily basis would exhaust him, make him harder and more stoic, the seriousness of the world on his shoulders. No, instead he offered smiles, helped any student who came to him, and was painfully oblivious to the amount of young men and women auditing the class just to admire the attractive professor.

It was like any other lecture, delving into the intricacies of triggers and what could bring them on. It was a lesson he liked, judging by his animation this evening. You’d done your best to keep up, to get plenty of notes jotted down due to this being on the impending final. However, you were too busy drooling over the curly haired beauty, his veined hands flailing with each word that fell from his lips.

What you wouldn’t give to have those hands on your body, to feel the gentle touch of your professor as he was letting his fingertips memorize all the dips and curves of your body, to familiarize himself with how to pleasure you.

His hands on-

“Y/N? Are you alright?”

You were snapped from your thoughts. The sound of your name falling from his mouth was like sweet honey, drizzling over your eardrums as you could feel your face heat up from embarrassment. Great. Now the whole class is looking at you.

“Y-Yes, I’m okay. I’m sorry, just, uh, not all the way here today.” You explained, slowly looking back down at the notebook covered in scribbles. So much for getting any work done today.

The class passed by painfully slowly after that. Even the attractive man in front of you didn’t seem to speed up the clock. You’d sat quietly, giving up with the notes aspect as you’d switched to doodling on the edges of your notebook. You’d done your best to try and be one of the first ones out whenever your professor dismissed the class full of students. However your shoulders slumped with defeat when the sea of bodies filed out first.

There was no clean getaway.

“Y/N, do you mind staying back and having a chat?”

Fuck.

Mustering up enough courage to face the man you’d gotten distracted fantasizing about, you were approaching his desk. Even up close, he was a beautiful man. Even in his early to mid forties, he still looked delicious. “I apologize for getting distracted earlier. I was just-”

“Looking at me? Y/N,” There was a deep breath that left his lips. “You can tell me if this tie is ugly. My coworker Penelope insisted I wear it. I love her but some of her ties aren’t really my style.”

He was joking, easing the awkwardness and the unknown tension filling the lecture hall. Maybe he’d been feeling the same way about you. He looked at you a lot as is, however you may have just been in a delusional state of mind right now. There was a hope that Spencer would reciprocate those feelings. “It’s not.. It’s a little ugly but that, uh, wasn’t what I was, uh, staring at.” You decided to just be honest. Worst you can do is transfer out of the class.

Or run away to a new city, start over again at a new university.

“Really?”

“Really. Sir, with the risk of coming across as inappropriate, it’s hard to pay attention to you at the front of the class. It’s not a bad thing. You just always look…” You paused and gave him a once over. “Really nice.” You spoke.

There was a blush that spread across the older man’s cheeks, an eyebrow raising. “You think so? At risk of sounding even more inappropriate and unprofessional,” He paused as he leaned forward a bit, arms crossed over his chest. “It’s hard to teach when you come in looking as beautiful as you do. Makes me just wanna stare at you the whole class.”

The words were lower than usual, a rush of warmth going straight to your core from the mere compliment.

“Plus when you come in with a new lipstick shade..” His lanky body was pushing off the desk before he approached, his fingers resting gently under your chin before tilting it upwards. “It drives me insane. You may think I don’t notice but…” This was crossing the boundary of teacher and student, his thumb swiping over your lower lip. “I do. Makes me think of these pretty lips wrapped around me, those eyes glossed over with pleasure.” He hummed, chuckling at the way your breath hitched, eyes locking with his.

You didn’t know what came over you at this point, however you could help yourself as you were launching yourself forward, mouth smashing against his in a quick kiss that he seemed enthusiastic to reciprocate. His hands were gripping your waist, pulling your frame closer to his chest as the kiss filled with desire and hunger was escalating.

The next thing you knew, you were being sat against the desk at the front of the lecture hall, your eyes widening. “H-Hold on, don't you have another class??” She asked immediately as she let her hands squeeze the broad shoulders. “Yeah, in twenty minutes.” Spencer responded, hands trailing to the waistband of the pants you were wearing. The thought of having sex in a hall where anyone could walk in at any point was enough to send a shiver down your spine. You weren’t one for exhibitionism normally, however you weren’t gonna turn this down.

“Fuck it.” Your words made a grin spread across Spencer’s face, his lips pressing a chaste kiss against your lips while working on getting your pants pulled off, panties following in one swift motion. Licking his hand, the older male didn’t waste any time before moving the wet hand between your legs, his spit working as lube as he wanted to make sure you were wet enough for the deed. Lord knows that he didn’t want you tearing at any point.

The feeling of his fingers brushing against your clit had already sent electricity through your body, a light gasp escaping your lips.

“Such a pretty girl, bet you haven’t ever had any man pay attention to you, huh? I can only imagine you’ve been with selfish little boys who haven’t even attempted to bring you to orgasm..” He sighed playfully, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips once more. He was addicted, drinking in your moans as his thumb was massaging your clit, one finger pushed deep in your weeping hole while he was working you open.

This was definitely something new, you didn’t really sleep around so the few times you’d engaged in casual sex were quick, rushed. You sure as hell knew that the past couple of dudes couldn’t even find your clit. You were intoxicated on his touch the small movements he made eliciting moans and gasps into his mouth. With your hips rolling against the touch, you let your eyes flutter shut.

“As much as I hate to stop, we’ve got fifteen minutes and I’m dying to be inside of you.” He murmured against your lips, his hands moving to undo his belt before tugging his pants down his legs, boxers being pulled down soon after. The sight of his hard cock had your full attention. “Ready? You’re sure you want to keep going?”

“Yes!” You rasped, making him chuckle while his large hands were spreading your thighs apart, letting a trail of his spit fall onto your pussy before he was giving himself a few tugs. The thick tip of his shaft was spreading the spit onto your cunt, a hum falling from his lips. So pretty. God, I hate having to crunch time like this.” He groaned while letting the thick head push into your hole, your mouth falling open at the delicious burn that came with the stretch of your inner walls. If only you knew about your professor’s cock sooner.. All the stress of studying for quizzes would’ve been a million times easier.

His hips snapped without warning, a loud moan falling from your mouth while the male couldn’t help but chuckle as he quickly clasped a hand over your mouth. “Shh. Can’t have anyone hearing you.” His hand barely did justice to hide your moans and cries as his hips continued to roughly thrust, the desk rocking steadily with each movement.

“Fuck. It’s like this pussy was made for me, look at the way she takes my cock and is desperate for more. So greedy.” The vulgar words from your otherwise sweet and seemingly innocent man’s mouth was strangely attractive, attractive to a level that your inner walls were spasming around the hard cock nestled deep inside of you, so far you felt like he was hitting your cervix. Then again, you could’ve just been exaggerating.

With your fingernails digging into his clothed shoulders, you could feel a knot in your stomach, tightening so tight that you felt like the floodgates were going to burst open.

“I-I’m gonn-” You stuttered, words muffled against his hand while Spencer nodded.

“I’m almost there. Cum for me.” His words were husky, tone dripping with ecstasy as he let out a low groan.

As your pussy clenched tightly around his cock, the both of you were letting out a mixture of groans, mons and even a few whimpers slipping from the older man’s lips. It was all too much, finally letting the dam break as you were letting your head fall back, mouth agape as your thighs were shaking, your creamy arousal making a ring around his cock.

There was a little whine at the emptiness you felt when his cock wasn’t inside of you, the male opting to gently move you from the desk before putting you on your knees. “Look at you. Fuck. Stick your tongue out for me. Make sure you close your eyes too. I don’t wanna give you any infections.” Even in a huffing and panting mess, he looked out for you.

Doing as you were told, you let your mouth fall open while your eyes fluttered shut, the male groaning at the sight as he roughly fisted at his cock. There was only a few pumps before his cock was twitching, it being his turn for his head to fall back as he was painting your face with his spent. The load was a lot more than you expected.

Maybe he needed this just as bad as you did.

As the act was coming to an end, Spencer was trying to catch his breath while tugging up his pants and boxers. He’d retrieved a few tissues from his desk before leaning down to wipe your face, a light hum leaving his lips. “Maybe you can talk to me about some extra notes you could add to your doodle book. Say over coffee tomorrow morning?”

“Deal.”

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incognit0slut · 12 days

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Just the sloppiest head ever, that’s it. Choking, gagging, etc

Spencer finally lets you go down on him after you convince him that you're ready.

Warnings: (18+) soft dom spence x inexperienced fem reader. Oral sex (male receiving while he talks you through it?), female masturbation because reader can’t help herself lol. 1.8k words a/n: this is very much self-indulgent because I need him so bad. Ty anon for requesting

"No."

You pulled away from him, shifting your weight on his lap as you peered down at him, a furrow forming on your brow. "No?"

He gently shook his head, his hands tracing up your thighs. "You're not ready yet."

You leaned back, creating some space between you, though it wasn't much given the way you were straddling him. "Wait a minute," you protested. "Since when do you get to decide if I'm ready or not? And why aren't you into it when most guys would be jumping at the chance?"

A faint smile danced on his lips. "I thought I’m the first guy you've ever been with."

"That's not the point!"

He laughed, his hands finding a firm grip on your waist. "It's not that I don’t enjoy the idea..."

"Then what's holding you back?"

He paused for a moment, his expression softening as he looked into your eyes. "Because I care about you," he confessed, his thumb tracing circles on your hip. "And I don't want you to feel pressured or rushed for anything we do together."

"That's what I've been trying to say," you replied. "I don't feel pressured. I want to."

He studied you, and when the silence went on, you knew you had to do something to reassure him. With a gentle sigh, you shifted closer, nestling against him, and allowed your lips to graze the sensitive curve of his neck. It was a spot you knew well, one that never failed to draw out a reaction from him. You felt the subtle hitch in his breath and smiled.

"You already went down on me yesterday and I really, really liked it," you murmured between kisses, your lips trailing further down. "Let me do the same for you."

Feeling the warmth of your breath against his skin, he let out a soft sigh, his resolve weakening.

"I..." he began, his voice catching as he struggled to find the right words.

You lifted your head to meet his gaze. "Trust me," you whispered, your fingers tracing soothing patterns on his chest. "Let me show you how much I want this."

His eyelids drooped slightly as your hands moved down. When you paused, fingers poised right above the evident bulge in his pants, you realized you had him right where you wanted him to be.

"Come on, Spencer," you whispered, gripping him over the material of his pants, working your hand up and down his thickness. "Let me suck your cock."

He sucked in a sharp breath, his grip tightening on your waist as he met your gaze. What kind of man would he be to deny you? To say no to you as you looked at him with those glossy eyes, your lips running along your lips? With a low groan, he finally gave in, his resolve crumbling as he nodded in silent agreement.

"Okay," he breathed out, his voice heavy with need. "Okay, just... only if you're sure."

With a reassuring smile, you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "I'm sure," you whispered against his skin.

As if a switch had been flipped, you felt the tension in him dissipate entirely. His touch on your waist was firm, sending a shiver down your spine, and the look in his eyes had you already feeling a flush of heat between your legs.

"Get on your knees."

Your breath caught in your throat at his tone, a thrill coursing through you at the sheer dominance in his demeanor. Without hesitation, you obeyed, slipping off the couch and sinking to your knees before him. The intensity of his gaze sent a delicious shiver down your spine, and you looked up at him, meeting his eyes as he reached for his belt.

As he undid his belt, the anticipation between you intensified, and you could feel the heat building between your thighs. With a slow, deliberate motion, he freed himself from the confines of his pants. Your pulse quickened as your gaze lingered on him, drinking in every detail, every inch of him, the veins pulsing on the underside of his cock.

Unable to resist any longer, you reached out, your fingers trailing lightly over his length, feeling the heat emanating from him. "I..." you started, your voice wavering slightly. "I might be bad at this."

His hand reached out to brush a strand of hair away from your face. "Do you want me to talk you through it?"

Your heart skipped a beat at his offer. "Yes, please," you replied. "I want to make this good for you."

A soft smile tugged at his lips. "You already make it good just by being here," he murmured. "But I'll guide you, okay?"

His words melted away your nerves. "Okay," you whispered. "What do I do first?"

"Start with gentle kisses," he instructed, his voice low and soothing. "Explore the tip with your lips."

Following his guidance, you leaned in, pressing soft kisses along his length, feeling the tension in him building with each tender touch. You focused on every sensation, savoring the moment as you allowed yourself to immerse in the way he pulsed underneath your touch.

"Good," he murmured, his breath hitching as he looked down at the way you were gripping his cock, your mouth exploring every inch of him. "Now, use your tongue. Start with light strokes."

Encouraged by his words, you followed his guidance. With gentle strokes, you explored the sensitive skin with your tongue. His reaction was immediate—a sharp intake of breath followed by a low groan that sent a shiver down your spine.

His reaction spurred you on as you increased the pressure of your strokes. His hands found their way into your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he held you close. "That's it," he whispered, his voice thick with need. "Just like that."

A sense of power washed over you as you continued to tease him with your tongue, relishing in the way he squirmed beneath you. You marveled at the effect you had on him, and with a boldness you didn't know you possessed, you licked him from the base to the tip, savoring the taste of him on your tongue.

His reaction was immediate, a low groan escaping his lips as he arched into your touch. "You're driving me crazy," he breathed out. "Do you think you can handle more?"

Your heart raced at the question, excitement coursing through your veins. "Yes," you replied. "Please."

He guided your lips over to his tip. "Now take me in your mouth."

You leaned in, allowing him to slide into your parted lips. The sensation was intoxicating, the taste of him filling your senses as you eagerly accepted him into your mouth. His hands gently guided you, encouraging you to find a rhythm that worked for both of you and before you knew it, your head was bopping up and down his length.

With your hand already gripping him, you began pumping up and down as you sucked him, eliciting deep groans and breathy moans from him in return. "God, your mouth feels so good," he hissed, his voice thick with desire. "Look up at me."

Obeying his command, you lifted your gaze to meet his, locking eyes with him. He looked down at you with his cock buried deep inside your mouth, your cheeks flushed, and lips stretched wide around his girth. Driven by the desire to give him more pleasure, you sank your mouth further, keeping your eyes locked on his as his tip hit the back of your throat.

The sensation made you gag, your throat burning with the effort, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. But you pushed through before finally pulling back, a string of saliva trailing from your lips as you gasped for air, and despite the discomfort, the look of satisfaction on his face made it all worth it.

His head fell back against the couch, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. "I don't think I can last much longer," he admitted, his voice strained.

Feeling a surge of pride at the effect you had on him, you leaned in close, your lips brushing against his cock again, "Then let go. I want to taste you."

"Yeah?" he breathed, looking down at you. "You'd let me come in your mouth?"

Your tongue flickered over his tip, one right over his slit, and you felt his hips buck underneath you. "I think I'd let you do anything to me by now."

He let out a sound of pleasure, and without hesitation, you took him into your mouth again. You set a steady pace, moaning around his shaft as spit dribbled past the corners of your lips and down your chin. It wasn't long until the room was filled with obscene lewd noises as you took as much of him down your throat.

With each throb of him in your mouth and every intoxicating sound he made, the ache between your thighs intensified until it became unbearable. Unable to resist any longer, you let your free hand slide between your thighs, slipping underneath your skirt.

Surprised at how wet your panties were, you wasted no time in spreading your arousal everywhere, your fingers finding your clit with ease. You spread your legs further on the floor, arching your back as you pleasured yourself, your movements synchronized with the rhythm of your mouth along his cock.

Spencer's breath hitched as he noticed your dainty hand between your legs, the sight of you touching yourself while eagerly sucking and bobbing your head up and down his length sending him to the edge. He couldn't hold back any longer.

He tightened his grip on your hair, his hips instinctively thrusting into your mouth as he surrendered to the overwhelming sensation. His release finally washed over him in waves, his body trembling with the force of it as he emptied himself into your waiting mouth, and you swallowed the hot spurts down your throat eagerly, savoring the taste of him.

It didn't take long for you to feel the familiar coil of pleasure building within you. With his release still fresh on your tongue, you shifted your focus to your own pleasure, your fingers picking up the pace as you sought your own climax. And then, with a sharp gasp, you felt the wave of pleasure crashing over you.

You finally released him when your orgasm subsided, slumping over his lap. He was quick to bring you up on the couch, a tender smile on his lips as he looked down at you. "Did you make yourself come?"

Feeling a warm flush spread across your cheeks, you nodded breathlessly, unable to meet his gaze. "Yeah..."

His smile softened further, his fingers gently lifting your chin to meet his gaze.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about," he assured you. But before you could respond, you felt his other hand slipping inside your skirt, tugging down your panties.

Your eyes went wide. "What are you doing?"

"I think it's only fair," he replied as he pulled your panties down your legs. Then, to your surprise, he got to his knees, positioning himself between your thighs as he pushed your legs apart. "I want to taste you too."

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pathologicalreid · 20 days

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hair care

spencer reid x gn!reader, fluff

w/c: 481

this is based on a tiktok i saw where someone's bf bought the stuff they use in the shower and i thought! spencer would do that!

“Where are you going?” Spencer asked you groggily from where he had been sleeping in his bed. He was blinking at you while he waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness of his bedroom.

You were hobbling around his room, trying to pull socks on over your feet. In all honesty, they were probably Spencer’s socks, but you hadn’t wanted to turn the light on. “I have to go home before work,” you told him, keeping your voice low, “I need to wash my hair.”

In the darkness, you saw your boyfriend narrow his eyes at you, “I bought your hair stuff for you.”

Stilling your movements, you dropped your half-socked foot to the ground, “You bought my hair stuff?” It had caused problems since you started spending the night at Spencer’s, you tended to be very particular about your hair products, and you didn’t like to stray from your routine.

“I wanted you to be able to wash your hair here,” Spencer offered, wiping a hand down his face.

Suspicious, you went into the ensuite and opened the shower door. Your sleuthing uncovered the fact that he had in fact purchased all of your haircare supplies – even the things you used once you got out of the shower. “Babe,” you said, still minding your volume, “some of this stuff is expensive.”

You heard him shuffling around on the sheets, but you couldn’t totally see him in the dark, “I know - when I told Morgan he told me I was whipped.”

Rolling your eyes, you sat down on the ledge of the bed. Derek didn’t have any hair to wash, so in your mind, his opinion on the subject didn’t matter. “You have to let me pay you back,” you insisted. Really, some of the products were getting out of hand expensive.

Spencer reached out and pulled you further onto the bed, “I don’t have to let you do anything,” he chided softly. “Besides, now you don’t have to leave at four in the morning to go wash your hair across town.” As usual, his reasoning was sound. You lived on the other side of D.C., and even further from Quantico, making it no surprise that the two of you had been ending up at his place at an increasing frequency.

“But you don’t get anything out of it,” you said, pouting slightly, despite the fact that he couldn’t see your expression in the dark.

Dragging you back down to the bed with him, Spencer corrected you, “Now you don’t have to wake me up when you get up at four in the morning to go wash your hair on the other side of town.”

You sighed, “I always try to be really quiet,” you insisted. You would never purposefully wake him up at four in the morning.

He hummed sleepily, “and yet, you’re really bad at it.”

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thewulf · 23 days

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Bulletproof Bonds || Aaron Hotchner

Summary: Request - Maybe a husband!Aaron x Long Time BAU!wife and how there’s a new member to the BAU and she keeps trying to flirt with Aaron but he keeps turning her down🥲 but the new member doesn’t know that Aaron and reader are married, and new member just thinks of reader as competition to get with Aaron, eventually leading to reader getting really mad cause new member does something really stupid on a case that leads to reader almost getting seriously injured??... Read Rest Here

A/N: Really loved writing this one. Hope you all enjoy! Thank you for the request @viscade !

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader,

Word Count: 3.1k

TW: Yelling, gunshot (non wounded)

In the bustling chaos of the BAU bullpen, Aaron Hotchner sat at his desk, his brow furrowed in concentration as he sifted through the multitude of case files scattered before him. A usual sight for the unit chief. The harsh fluorescent lights cast stark shadows across his features, accentuating the lines of exhaustion etched into his face by years of chasing monsters in the dark.

You sat by his side, a silent sentinel amidst the whirlwind of activity. Your own workspace dedicated beside him cluttered with documents and crime scene photos. The faint aroma of stale coffee hung in the air as you both delved into the intricate web of clues left behind by the latest serial killer to plague the streets. It was always so easy with him, your husband. The way the two of you were able to bounce ideas off each other was like none seen before.

The tension in the room was palpable, a heavy weight pressing down on everyone present as they grappled with the enormity of the task at hand. Each unsolved case seemed to loom over them like a specter, a constant reminder of the lives lost and the justice yet to be served. Amidst all the usual chaos, Agent Sarah Miller made her presence known. Her arrival heralded by the soft click of her heels against the linoleum floor. She moved with a confidence that bordered on arrogance, her youthful exuberance a stark contrast to the world-weary countenances of her colleagues. She had no idea what she was getting herself into.

Sarah's eyes lingered on Aaron as she sauntered past his open aired desk, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of her lips. She was young, ambitious, and hungry for success. Her gaze fixed on the formidable figure of the BAU's leader like a moth drawn to a flame.

Despite Aaron's cold indifference, she persisted in her attempts at flirtation, undeterred by his lack of response. Her tactics were shamelessly transparent, her words dripping with false sweetness as she sought to capture his attention. Agent Sarah Miller yet again walked past Aaron's desk, her gaze lingering on him for a moment too long before she turned her attention to you. There was a subtle flicker of annoyance in her eyes as she took in your presence, her lips curling into a barely concealed sneer.

"Hey, Hotch," she purred, leaning against the edge of his desk with practiced ease. "You must be tired of staring at all those files. Why don't you take a break and grab a coffee with me?" Her eyes kept looking back to you in brief flashes to gauge your reaction. You decided early on after her brazen attempts that you would give her none. A layer of disgust masked on top of the doe eyes she was attempting to give your husband was meant for you. She was very forward, you had to give her that one.

Aaron's response was polite but firm, his tone devoid of any warmth. "I'm sorry, Agent Miller, but I have work to do," he replied, his eyes never leaving the papers in front of him.

Undeterred, Sarah flashed him a flirtatious smile, her gaze lingering on him expectantly. "Maybe some other time, then," she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness before she finally strolled away.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at her blatant display of interest, the subtle scoff escaping your lips as you returned your focus to the files sprawled across your desk. "Some profiler she is," you muttered under your breath, the sarcasm dripping from your words like venom. It was a small act of defiance, a way to vent the frustration bubbling just beneath the surface as you watched Sarah's failed attempts at seduction.

Your comment earned a small smirk from Aaron, his lips quirking up in amusement as he glanced up from his work. His eyes met yours, a silent acknowledgment passing between you, a shared understanding of the absurdity of the situation. In that fleeting moment, you found solace in the unspoken reassurance that he was not blind to Sarah's antics, nor was he unaffected by them.

As the tension in the room continued to get heavier, you exchanged a knowing glance with Aaron, the unspoken bond between you speaking volumes. It was a silent reminder of the unbreakable connection that bound you together, a tether grounding you amidst the disarray swirling around you. In that moment, you drew strength from the knowledge that no amount of flirtation from the new agent could ever hope to rival the deep-seated love and loyalty that defined your marriage.

But beneath the surface, resentment simmered, fueled by the blatant disrespect for the boundaries of your marriage. Each lingering glance, each flirtatious comment served as a reminder of the fragile line Sarah was treading, unaware of the storm brewing beneath the calm facade. Yet, as frustrating as her antics were, you knew that the true test of your marriage lay not in her misguided advances but in the unwavering trust and devotion you shared with Aaron. A bond that would withstand any challenge thrown your way.

You had to give the girl credit. She certainly didn’t stop. It was not even an hour later that the girl came crawling right back to him. In the dimly lit bullpen of the BAU, the seasoned agents huddled together, their eyes darting furtively around the room as they exchanged knowing glances. Reid, Garcia, Morgan, and Prentiss stood in a tight circle. Their voices hushed as they leaned in conspiratorially.

"So, who's going to crack first?" Garcia whispered, her eyes sparkling mischievously behind her glasses.

Prentiss smirked, crossing her arms over her chest. "My money's on Y/N. She's got that poker face down pat."

Reid nodded in agreement, adjusting his glasses. "And she's got a wicked sense of humor. I don't think she's sweating it."

Just then, Morgan, ever the observant one, interjected with a grin. "You know what, I'm with both of you on this one. Y/N's handling this like a pro. She's probably just waiting for the perfect moment to drop a witty comeback."

The others turned to look at you, noticing your bemused expression as you observed the scene unfolding with a mixture of amusement and annoyance. The new agent, eager to impress, leaned in a little too close to Hotch, her voice dropping to a suggestive whisper. "So, Hotch, any plans for dinner tonight?"

Hotch glanced up from his paperwork, his expression remaining impassive. "Just finishing up some reports, Agent. Nothing planned."

Undeterred, the new agent persisted, fluttering her eyelashes coyly. "Well, if you change your mind, I know this great Italian place down the street."

Hotch merely nodded, returning his attention to the file in front of him. "I'll keep that in mind. Thank you, Agent."

Behind his back, the BAU members couldn't contain their laughter, stifling their giggles as they watched the new agent's attempts fall flat. It was clear that Hotch was immune to her charms, his focus unwavering even in the face of relentless flirting.

As Sarah retreated, finally somewhat defeated, the BAU members exchanged triumphant looks, their silent bet settled. Hotch may have been unflappable in the field, but when it came to dodging unwanted advances, he was truly a master of his craft. And you, well, you were just enjoying the show, your amused smile barely masking your annoyance as you watched the scene unfold.

The breaking point came during a particularly intense case, where the unsub's erratic behavior had everyone on edge. You felt the adrenaline coursing through your veins as you moved cautiously through the dimly lit corridors of an abandoned warehouse, every nerve on high alert.

In the heat of the pursuit, Sarah's impulsive decision shattered the fragile equilibrium you had struggled to maintain with your team. Ignoring protocol and disregarding the safety of the team, she charged ahead recklessly, her actions sending shockwaves rippling through your ranks. Bullets flew past you like angry hornets, the deafening roar of gunfire echoing off the walls as chaos descended upon you.

It happened in the blink of an eye, a split-second decision with far-reaching consequences. A bullet sliced through the air like a deadly whisper, its trajectory aimed straight for your chest. But thanks to the protective barrier of your bulletproof vest, the impact was nothing more than a forceful shove, the fabric absorbing the blow with a sickening thud. The impact knocked the wind out of you, pain searing through your body as you stumbled backward, clutching your chest.

As the adrenaline faded and the reality of what could have been sunk in, fury ignited like a wildfire within you. You rounded on Sarah, your voice a crescendo of anger as you unleashed the pent-up frustration that had been building for weeks. Each word was a dagger aimed straight at her heart. Your tone laced with a venomous ferocity that mirrored the intensity of the emotions raging within you.

Coughing up blood, your vision blurred as you struggled to make sense of what had just happened. Anger surged through you like a tidal wave, drowning out the pain as you staggered to your feet. With a primal roar, you lunged at Sarah, grabbing her by the collar with a strength born of desperation.

"What the fuck was that?" you yelled, louder than you ever had before. And certainly not in front of the team. Your voice raw with fury. Each word was a thunderclap, reverberating through the warehouse like a warning shot. "You could have killed me! Or them! Do you even realize what you've done?"

But Sarah's response was a defiant sneer, her gaze unwavering in the face of your righteous indignation. "I did what needed to be done," she spat, her voice laced with arrogance. "I'm not afraid to take risks to get the job done."

The words were like a slap to the face, a cruel reminder of the recklessness that had nearly cost you everything. With all your rage, you shoved her away, your hands trembling with anger as you struggled to contain the tempest raging within you.

"You're a liability," you growled, your voice a low, dangerous whisper. "And if you ever put my life, their lives,” You pointed to Spencer and Emily behind you, “in danger again, I won't hesitate to take you down myself."

As you stood there, trembling with fury and pain, the rest of the team made their way over. You still hasn’t seen Aaron yet but the rest of them looked on in shock and disbelief. Derek surged forward, his strong arms wrapping around you as he pulled you back from the confrontation. "Easy there Y/N," he said, his voice low and soothing as he tried to calm the storm raging within you. "Cool off."

Emily and JJ exchanged worried glances. Finally, Aaron found you after too many moments of losing it in front of everyone. His eyes widened in alarm as he took in the sight of blood staining your lips, his heart clenching with fear at the sight. "What happened?" he demanded. His usually calm voice was laced with urgency as he reached out to gently touch your arm. His fingers trembled against your skin, his touch a comforting anchor in the swirling chaos of the moment.

Still reeling from the confrontation and the shock of narrowly escaping serious injury, Spencer stepped forward, his voice calm but tinged with urgency. "Aaron, Sarah made a nearly fatal mistake," he said, his words cutting through the tension like a knife. "Her impulsive actions endangered everyone on the team, especially Y/N." You were thankful he was willing to step in because you weren’t quite sure if you had the right words.

Aaron's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching with barely contained fury as he turned his gaze on Sarah. The air around him crackled with palpable anger, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive. "Is this true?" he demanded, his voice cold and steely as he pinned her with a hard stare.

Sarah shifted uncomfortably under his intense scrutiny, her bravado faltering in the face of his unwavering gaze. "I...I was just trying to apprehend the unsub," she stammered, her voice wavering with uncertainty.

But Aaron's patience had worn thin, his temper flaring like a raging inferno. "You made a reckless decision that put the entire team at risk," he snapped, his voice echoing off the walls of the warehouse. "Until you can prove that you're capable of following protocol and putting the safety of your teammates above all else, you will not be back in the field."

The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the consequences of her actions. Sarah's expression fell, her defiance crumbling under the weight of his judgment. It was a harsh lesson, but one that she would need to learn if she ever hoped to earn back the trust of her colleagues and prove herself worthy of wearing the badge.

As Aaron turned away, his attention returning to you with a renewed sense of protectiveness, you couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for the unwavering support of your team leader and husband. But as you tried to catch your breath, a sudden coughing fit wracked your body, drawing Aaron's attention back to you. Concern flashed across his features, his eyes narrowing with worry as he stepped closer, his hand reaching out to steady you.

"Hey sweetheart," he murmured softly, his voice a gentle caress against your ear as he brushed a strand of hair away from your forehead. "Let's get you checked out, alright?"

You attempted to speak, but the coughing fit continued, leaving you gasping for air. So, you shook your head in protest. You were fine and you knew it, but the damn bullet hit you right in the lung leaving you gasping for air. Aaron's worry deepened, his brow furrowing with concern as he knelt down beside you, his hands hovering anxiously over your shoulders.

"Honey, just breathe," he urged, his voice filled with tenderness as he placed a comforting hand on your back. "We'll get you to the hospital, and they'll take care of you. I promise." It wasn’t usual that he dropped those sweet terms of endearment to you in front of the team, but he couldn’t really care. Not when he could’ve lost you.

Despite your protests, Aaron's determination remained steadfast. With gentle insistence, he scooped you up in his arms, cradling you against his chest with a strength born of love and concern. "You're going to the hospital," he declared, his voice unwavering as he carried you towards his SUV. “I’m not taking no for an answer sweetheart."

As Aaron settled into the driver's seat beside you, his eyes flickered with concern as he stole glances, his hand reaching out to brush against yours in a silent gesture of reassurance. But despite his unwavering determination to get you to the hospital, you couldn't help but feel a stubborn sense of resistance bubbling within you.

"I'm fine, Aaron," you insisted, your tone tinged with frustration as you crossed your arms over your chest. "This is incredibly dramatic. You’ve been hit in your gear too."

Aaron's expression softened at your words, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Maybe I am," he admitted with a chuckle. "I also know what it feels like honey. I’d rather be safe than sorry."

You shot him a playful glare, unable to suppress the teasing smile that danced on your lips. He cared for you, truly. Every inch of himself loved you more deeply than even you could have fathomed. You also knew that love bore stubbornness and there was no talking him out of what he knew he had to do. You were just along for the ride now. "You just can't resist playing the hero, can you?" You spoke up after a moment of silence between the two of you.

Aaron chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he glanced over at you. "Guilty as charged," he replied. "Always remind me never to get on your bad side," Aaron quipped, a lighthearted smile playing on his lips as he attempted to alleviate the tension that hung heavy in the air.

You managed a weak laugh trying your hardest to hide the pain radiating from your chest. However, so grateful for his attempt to lighten the mood. "You looked like you were about to take matters into your own hands back there," he teased gently, his voice laced with affection.

The image of you, ready to throw down with the new agent, brought a genuine laugh bubbling up from deep within you this time. "Well, she did have it coming," you admitted with a mischievous grin. "But I guess I'll let you handle the heroics this time."

As the laughter subsided, Aaron's expression turned more serious, a hint of regret flickering in his eyes. "I'm sorry things got so heated," he said softly, his voice tinged with sincerity. "I should have stepped in sooner. I thought she was harmless. Dealt with her type so many times before." He sighed, running a hand through his hair before finding your hand and lacing his fingers within yours.

You squeezed his hand, a warm smile spreading across your face. "It’s not your fault you’re such a silver fox," Tossing him a wink you couldn’t help but to tease him right on back. It’s how you knew everything was going to be just fine. The two of you had dealt with so much worse and come out even stronger, this would be nothing but a minor blip on your journey together.

Aaron laughed at your playful comment, a warmth spreading in his chest at your familiar banter. "Ah, so you're saying my charm is both a blessing and a curse," he retorted with a grin, his gaze softening as he looked at you.

You nodded, a fond smile playing on your lips. "Something like that," you agreed, feeling a surge of gratitude for the ease with which you could navigate even the toughest moments with Aaron by your side.

As the car glided through the streets towards the hospital, a comfortable silence settled between you, punctuated only by the gentle hum of the engine. Despite the events that had unfolded, you found solace in the quiet intimacy of the moment, knowing that whatever challenges lay ahead, you would face them together. With each passing mile, you felt the weight of the day begin to lift from your shoulders, replaced by a sense of reassurance that only Aaron could provide. His unwavering love and support was everything you needed. He guided you through the darkness, illuminating the path forward with hope and determination.

As you arrived at the hospital and Aaron helped you out of the car, you knew that this was just another chapter in your life together. You couldn't help but feel a profound sense of gratitude for the man beside you, your literal partner in crime, your rock, your everything. Together, you were truly unstoppable.

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I don't know - Spencer Reid

Description: both Y/N and Spencer are unsure if their feelings for each other are reciprocated. Based on the song 'same boat' by Lizzy McAlpine (:

Warnings: fluff, slight angst, mentions of fire, not spellchecked :(

Spencer Reid was the smartest man you had ever met. He knew things that you never thought could be possible, he memorized things you thought nobody cared about, and he remembered things about you that made your heart ache. Your favorite color, the foods you loved and the ones you hated, the way you loved the idea of love but were too afraid to pursue it. He knew these things about you and more, and you knew just as much about him. Spencer wasn't perfect, he was anxious and troubled, and he cared so much that it might one day kill him. He was human and, as much as you had tried to deny it, you loved him.

You hadn't intended to fall so heavily, but Spencer had a tendency to captivate you, and pay close attention to how you felt, making it almost impossible to stay on the ledge and keep your balance without toppling off the edge. You had lasted a while, avoiding the inevitable drop, but eventually, you found yourself falling into the deep end for the man. From then on, the idea of Spencer wanting you just as much was something that would linger in the back of your mind like a song stuck in your head. The idea of him came to you as you watched tv or read your favorite books. The thought of him consumed you as you listened to music or prepared your dinner. You loved him, or at least you thought you did, but given the chance, you weren't sure you would have the courage to tell him. To ask him if he felt the same.

Spencer was head over heels for you. He had always found that phrase, 'head over heels' rather confusing and mindless, but that was before he truly understood it. The first time he felt it, the emotion of it all, he could hardly breathe. It had been after a case, and all you'd done was hug him, a tight hug that told him without words that you were glad he was safe. That one moment had left him holding his breath as if keeping the air inside him would make those few seconds last forever. Breathing would have disturbed the peace, he thought. You had let go anyway, but that was the moment he knew. His mind was racing, his heart beating fast and at that moment he was head over heels in love. As cliché as it sounded, he found it to be true.

He'd done research on the feeling that night, reading hundreds of articles about coping with love, the words instructing him on how to tell you how he felt. Spencer knew you couldn't trust everything you read on the internet, and he didn't know if the information he was receiving was something he should trust, but one article, in particular, was telling the truth. Spencer knew it was because he couldn't have written it better himself. The piece described everything Spencer felt for you in perfect detail, one line specifically holding more accuracy than others. 'Every time that I think of home, I can picture you.'

Something about the words struck him, and he sat thinking them over for far too long. Spencer had never really thought of home as one place, partly because what people called home had so many definitions that it couldn't be defined by one single thing. Spencer considered his apartment and though it was comforting, it held little importance compared to how fondly he thought of you. He had never thought of home as one specific place, but it had never occurred to him that it could be a person.

He thought of you on Christmas day a year ago, standing in the snow with so many layers that he could hardly see you underneath. The one piece of you he could see was your face, cheeks flushed from the cold wind that rushed against them. He had felt something for you then too, though he hadn't known what it was at the time. Now he did. Spencer found himself never wanting to let go of the feeling, the warmth that filled him even as he remembered you standing in the cold on that winter's day.

But one problem still arose from the memory. How did he tell you?

The BAU was quiet that morning as you made your coffee. You'd come into work early, hoping to catch a few moments of peace before you were forced to work on another gut-wrenching case, and so far, the quiet building was giving you just that. You were never one to show up late to work, but you had never been this early before and you supposed that was the reason behind Spencer's surprise when he saw you.

He was standing in the middle of the bullpen when you finally saw him, a nervous smile on his lips as you carried your coffee to your desk.

"Good morning to you too Spence" You laughed, the man snapping out of his state of bewilderment just enough to wave at you. His silence was deafening for the short moments it lasted, Spencer Reid always being the one between you who knew what to say. It brought worries to mind, that perhaps Spencer wasn't as fond of you as you thought.

"You're not usually here this early" His voice is soft as he makes his way to his own desk, placing down his satchel as he sits

"I thought I'd get a head start for a change. It's peaceful here in the morning, I like it". You take a sip of your coffee, trying not to cringe at the taste. You had never been a fan of the drink, but it was nessacary for your daily function. Spencer knew this, he'd asked you once why you drink it if you think it tastes so foul and smiled when you gave him the answer, before listing the benefits and drawbacks of caffeine. A few times he had brought you back coffee when he went to get lunch. He brought you mochas and Frappuccino's of the sweeter variety in the hopes you would enjoy the drinks more. You loved that he took into consideration what you enjoyed and what you didn't. It was sweet.

"I don't know how you can get here this early every morning," you muttered as your gaze drifted around the bullpen, taking in everything in its quiet glory. "I've never been good at rising early".

"You know," Spencer begins, and you’re sure he's about to race into a statistical tangent. "Studies have shown that succus is linked to getting up early."

"Are you saying I'm not successful?"

Spencer shakes his head "No, not at all. It's just that waking up early is proven to lead to higher wages and better grades for students."

You cut him off before he can continue. "I had great grades as a kid" It's not exactly true, Spencer knows it and smiles. "I wake up early when I have to, working here robs me of sleep so much as it is. If I can get an extra hour in, I'm taking it."

Spencer nods in understanding. Sleeping on the jet on the way back from a case is not the same as sleeping in a comfortable bed. Everyone at the BAU knows that.

Soon the rest of your colleagues file in, first Rossi, then Prentiss and JJ, until finally, everyone is ready to begin another day. You miss the quiet as soon as it's gone, but you've got work to do.

Spencer is going mad. He'd had a chance to tell you how he felt, and he'd almost said it. He had been alone with you in the early hours of the morning, and he'd almost got up the guts to tell you how much he cared. Well, not exactly. He had thought about asking you out to lunch or maybe bringing up that winter's day that replayed in his mind when he looked at you, but with every passing second, it became harder and harder to do. He was terrified that if he told you everything, he would ruin what you already had. He was worried that maybe you wouldn't feel the same, that you wouldn't give him a chance.

Spencer had never been good at expressing how he felt and now at a time when he needed his words the most, he couldn't find the right ones to say. He also couldn't find the right time to say them. Right now, the BAU was on a case, and that meant that every ounce of focus from the team had to be put into saving lives. Spencer had great focus, for the most part. He could put his head down and work without distraction from anyone or anything for hours. Unless the distraction was you.

You were sipping your coffee quietly across from him, shuffling through stacks of eyewitness reports when he looked up at you. He couldn't help himself from stealing a glance, but once he did, his thoughts went racing. He wanted to talk to you, say anything just so that he could hear your voice, but you had work to do and so did he. Catching this unsub was the top priority, so he forced himself to look away. Not that doing so helped him at all. Spencer had committed you to memory, every detail of you that he had ever seen, was now used to paint a picture of you. Every freckle, no matter how faint. The lines that formed under your eyes when you smiled, and the way your lips tilted when you laughed. Once again it came to him, the idea of picturing home as a person rather than a place. He couldn't help it, even in a situation as serious and dark as the one the BAU was dealing with, he smiled.

"What's so great over there?"

Your voice startled him, and Spencer could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks as he looked up at you. You had one brow raised in his direction, a small, tired smile finding residence on your face. It made Spencer's stomach flip.

"Nothing."

You swear if only for a moment, that your heart stopped. The explosion was loud and left a ringing in your ears, and even though you were nowhere near the flames, the smoke brought tears to your eyes. Or maybe the tears were for Spencer and JJ who were still inside the building.

You could hear Prentiss shouting into her earpiece, trying to get in contact with your two friends, as the smoke was carried by the wind to the air above you, where it loomed like the boogieman to a child. Your gaze followed the lines of smoke to the sky and then back down toward the now-burning building, to which your friends had yet to emerge. It was painful, to stand and watch. You were used to saving lives, running into flames whether metaphorical or not. Now all you could do was stand and stare, under strict orders to stay put. Not that you could have moved if you wanted to. The shock froze you on the spot, hand over your mouth to stop yourself from screaming.

And then there they were, covered in soot, coughing as they stumbled from the flames, but JJ and Spencer were alive, and you couldn't be happier. You could feel the tears of relief escape you as JJ approached, and before anyone else could get in first, you raced to hug her. She coughed as you squeezed her tight and with great reluctance you let her go over to the medics standing by. And then there was Spencer. He stood there watching you, unmoving as paramedics tried to move him toward the ambulances and your body shook with a sob as you moved forward to meet him.

You had always been the one to initiate the hugs in your relationship but this time, before you could even lean in to grab him, Spencer pulled you close. You gripped him back just as tightly, holding him to you with such force that he might just break. "I thought you didn't make it".

Spencer shook his head, chin on your shoulder. "Still here".

You released something between a laugh and a sob and soon Spencer was doing the same until you were both shaking so heavily that you could hardly breathe.

It turned out Spencer had inhaled a lot of smoke and JJ had done the same, but overall, they were going to be okay. It just meant that for the next few days they had time off work, and you were left to think about what would have happened if they hadn't made it out of that building alive. It left you to wonder about all the missed opportunities you had to tell Spencer how you felt, and how you had almost lost the chance to tell him at all. Even with this information, the thought of telling him and being rejected, embarrassing yourself in front of him was horrifying. You didn't want to have to excuse yourself, only to go and cry in the bathroom over wild feelings that you were stupid enough to believe Spencer shared with you. You were scared, unknowing that you and Spencer were in the same boat.

Spencer was going to tell you. The way you'd hugged him back that day, held onto him when he had needed you most, held onto him as if you needed him more, had pushed him to breaking point. He was going to tell you everything, even if it hurt.

It was the end of the day, nearly, and Spencer was standing outside your apartment waiting for you. You and the team had just got back from a case, and Spencer knew you would be tired. He felt bad for bombarding you when most likely all you wanted to do was fall asleep, but he couldn't wait any longer. He had to tell you before he changed his mind. Spencer had written something down, some kind of speech of everything he wanted to say. An organized format of words that he planned to tell you in a specific order. Even with his masterful memory, Spencer was worried he would screw this up. The edges of the paper were ripped, Spencer tearing at the corners as his nerves took over, time ticking down, until finally, there you were.

You held your bag in one hand, and your keys in the other paused in the middle of the hallway at the sight of Spencer before you. He tried for a smile, though it was tense, his nerves swallowing him whole.

"Spencer, Hi." The way you said his name made Spencer's stomach knot, and he thought about you on that Christmas day once again. If home was a person, if Spencer's home was a person, it would be you.

"Hi," Spencer raised a hand to wave, an instant wave of regret washing over him at the action. "I have some things I need to say to you, things I've been meaning to say for a while."

You opened your mouth and closed it again. Then you nodded. "I have some things I need to say to you too."

You took a few steps toward him, and Spencer thought about running away. Maybe he could back out now and keep all his feelings inside. But then you smiled, and Spencer knew he had to tell you everything. He crumbled the paper in his hands and threw it behind him, dangerously opting to improvise as he took your hands in his. You frowned at the paper flung over his shoulder, but he spoke first before you could question it.

"Y/N, I don't know how to say this, but I think about you a lot more than I should." He could feel himself shaking, Spencer's anxiety shifting his whole body as he spoke "I think about you so much that I feel like I'm going crazy."

Your eyes were wide as he spoke, and Spencer wondered if that was a bad or good sign. Perhaps he had startled you so much that you were frozen in time. "Nothing I do can explain how I feel, but I think I could be in love with you, Y/N. I'm in love with you".

Your mouth dropped open just slightly and you let out a breath that was something between a laugh and a sigh of relief. "You love me?"

Spencer couldn't believe you would question the fact, but he was so nervous he couldn't explain how he felt with any other word. "I just need to know if you and I are in the same boat." Spencer stuttered all throughout the sentence, but as he said it you started to smile, and with your spreading grin, his confidence began to grow.

"Spencer Reid, are you asking me if I love you?"

"Only if your answer is yes."

You laughed at that, and Spencer went to follow suit, but before he could your lips were on his. It was a short kiss, polite and sweet, and when you pulled back the hallway lights reflected like stars in your eyes. "I do love you. Way more than I should."

Spencer got his chance to chuckle at that, mostly out of disbelief that it had been so easy. He hadn't thought you would ever feel the same, but here he was, in this moment with you. Spencer kissed you again, slowly to savor the feeling. Something about kissing you was calming, like a piece of a puzzle long lost that had finally been slipped into place. You were in the same boat after all.

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"Kisses Make Everything Better" ~ S. Reid

Summary: Spencer and Y/N get taken hostage, he goes into sensory overload and they have to help him through it.

Pairing: Autistic!Spencer Reid x GN!Reader (i'm p sure no pronouns are used)

Word Count: 1,195

Content Warning: Y/N and Spencer do be kidnapped, mentions of guns, minor character death, mentions of hospitals, sensory overload/overstimulation, very mild swearing, lmk if i missed anything!

Genre: Angst to Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Extra Notes: another crappy summary but i promise the imagine is written much better

Based On the Prompt: "Hair's Breadth from Death" - gun to temple (from 2022 Whumptober Prompts)

Originally Written: 10/07/2022

Beta Read By: @dungeons-are-too-cold and @theghouligan

Criminal Minds masterlist can be found here!

Whumptober masterlist/schedule can be found here!

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"Where did you take him?" she growled, grip tight around the gun in her hand.

"For the last time, Ruby, we don't know where your son is," I huffed. "Oliver was placed in foster care after your arrest. We don't know where he went or if he even has the same name."

My eyes darted over to Spencer. His chest heaved, tears brimmed his eyes, and his leg bounced as best it could through the restraints around his ankles.

I could tell Spencer was headed toward sensory overload, most likely caused by both the flex cuffs around his wrists and ankles and the volume of her shouting. One of Spencer's many sensory triggers was plastic, the texture he hated most. He had a couple sensory overload tells, but his most dominant tell was his fidgeting leg.

My face softened as I looked over him. I craved Spencer's touch constantly, but when I saw him in situations like this, I wanted to wrap him up tight and prove to him that things would be OK.

Ruby must've noticed my look of sympathy, prompting her to shout, "Hey, don't look at him! Look at me!"

My eyes flickered over to her, watching as she paced. Her face contorted from a look of anger to a look of curiosity as she paced over to Spencer.

"If you won't tell me where Ollie is," she said, sliding a singular bullet into the chamber, "then I'll just have to make you tell me."

Click!

"Ruby, don't do this," I pleaded. "What will Oliver think of his mother when he finds out she killed a federal agent?"

Spencer's chest heaved five times harder than it already was. "Please," he managed weakly, tears sliding down his cheeks.

"Tell me where he is."

I couldn’t take it anymore. "Ruby, I already told you a hundred times-"

Click!

"Y/N, please make her stop!" Spencer begged.

My mind raced as I attempted to find some way to calm them both. I thought through my options, trying to find something to give me leverage over her.

I knew I shouldn't, it was the one thing Spencer hated telling people about himself, but I knew it might work. I knew it might make Ruby take a step back and consider her son. "Ruby, he has autism."

She pressed the barrel to his skin, surely hard enough to cause an imprint. "No, he doesn't. You're lying."

"I'm not lying. He has autism, just like Oliver," I told her. "He’s going into sensory overload. You wouldn't do that to Oliver, would you? So please don’t do it to Spencer either."

She scoffed, her eyes rolling sarcastically. "You're just saying that so I'll feel bad."

"It's true," Spencer whimpered, "I got diagnosed last year, not long after you lost Oliver."

Click!

"Tell me where Ollie is," she demanded once more, still holding the gun close to Spencer's forehead.

"I already told you a million times, Ruby. We don't-"

"'Know where he is.' Yeah, I know. We've been over that song and dance before," she antagonized. "I'll put the gun down when you tell me where my son is."

I rolled my eyes at her, throwing my head back in frustration. "You wanna know where he is, Ruby?"

Her eyes lit up, her expression filled with sarcasm. "I was wondering when you'd get the message."

My eyes narrowed as she walked closer to me. I leaned up close to her face once she was close enough. "He's living with a nice family who could take way better care of him than your sorry ass ever could," I spat. "He's living with a nice family where the mom isn't a hit woman and the dad is actually in the picture."

BOOM!!!

My ears rang as a gunshot sounded off throughout the room. My eyes screwed shut as tears slid down my face.

"Are you two OK?" I heard a familiar voice ask from across the room.

I slowly opened my eyes, spotting Rossi and Morgan as they walked over to untie us. My mouth fell agape as I registered the fact that Spencer was still alive and breathing. "You're OK," I managed through shallow breaths.

"I'm OK," he confirmed. "What about you?"

Once Rossi had successfully untied me and Morgan had untied Spencer, we rushed over to each other, falling into each other's arms. "I'm OK now," I answered.

Spencer kept his distance during the ambulance ride to the hospital. Luckily, I was able to plead with the driver to keep the siren turned off for Spencer's sake, though I could tell the flashing of the light did nothing to ease his overstimulation.

Once we reached the hospital, I stayed close enough to Spencer to let him know I wasn't leaving his side. The nurse allowed me to share an exam room with him too after I explained our situation.

The room stayed mostly silent, save for us answering the doctors' questions. Spencer's heart rate was still extremely high, probably the result of him having difficulties with calming down after such high stakes situations.

Slowly, I stood from my seat, sitting down beside him on the exam table. "Are you OK?" I whispered.

He nodded slowly, avoiding eye contact with me. "Hey, do you think Rossi and Morgan heard what you said? A-about my diagnosis, I mean."

I exhaled, attempting to figure out how to answer his question. "I'm not sure."

"You don't think they'll make fun of me, do you?" he asked, his volume matching that of mine. "I don't want them to think I'm less capable in the field now that everyone's suspicions have been confirmed."

I held my hand close to his face, not touching him quite yet. "May I?"

He swallowed hard, but nodded nonetheless.

I pressed my hand to his cheek, wiping the remnants of his tears. "No one is going to think you're less capable. And if they did, I'd beat their ass for being ableist."

He cracked a small smile, his eyes finally fluttering up to meet mine. "Thank you."

"I love you, Spencer. I would've never said that if I hadn't thought it would help the situation. I thought telling her about your diagnosis might make her take a step back and think about her actions," I explained. "I'm sorry it didn't work as well as I'd hoped."

"I love you too," he whispered, leaning into my touch.

The room stayed silent for a moment, a comfortable silence I'd craved ever since we'd been taken hostage in the first place. I listened to his breathing, feeling a sense of serenity wash over me as I heard shallow breaths turn into deeper, calmer breaths.

"Y/N?" he spoke again after a couple minutes.

"Hmm?" I hummed, still running my thumb across the soft skin of his cheek.

"Can you kiss me?" he asked, his eyes immediately darting away. "I think it might help distract me."

I gave him a soft smile before leaning in, placing my lips on his. His lips were slightly cracked and dry, but I didn't care.

"Thank you," he whispered as he broke away.

"Of course," I smiled. "Kisses make everything better."

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i don't wanna talk about how much i hate the title of this aldjslshsksgajs

you know what i do wanna talk about tho? how much i love georgia and gracie 🫶🏻

bc they both saw the potential in this fic and gave me so many pointers on making this better for you guys. i just wanna give them both a lil shoutout. love u guys 🥰

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supercriminalbean · 1 year

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I just finished writing a one shot but um it's 22k words... it's that to long, would people prefer I spilt it into two parts?

I'm already writing a part two for this anyway. But would like people thoughts..

#criminal minds one shots #spencer reid x reader #david rossi x reader #trans reader

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I Want to Hold Your Hand | Aaron Hotchner

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x bau female reader

Summary: Hotch sends you home and you almost die, which only makes him realize how much he truly loves you.

Word count: 2.4k.

Tags/warnings: hurt/little comfort; season 1 Hotch my beloved <3; canon typical violence; Haley and Jack don’t exist in this universe oopsies; angst with happy ending; Hotch is a baby; probably very inaccurate medical talk bc all I know is from Grey’s; not beta read + English isn’t my first language so good luck with that.

Author’s note: remember when I said I was probably done writing for a Hotch? Turns out all I had to do was stop taking my antidepressant 🙄 anyway, don’t get your hopes high. I just needed to take a break from my never-ending Spence fic so I wrote this. Which is basically a rewrite of what happened with Elle. I just wanted to make Hotch suffer a little so I hope you like it!

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A few hours ago, Aaron kissed the top of your head and sent you back to the hotel with a police officer.

Now, he was in a hospital waiting room with his heart in his throat, hoping the doctor would show up with good news.

You’d been attacked in your hotel room, and it was his fault.

“They’re gonna set up a bed for you in her room.” Jason walked in with a cup of coffee for Aaron. His fourth one already.

“She’s… not out of surgery yet,” Aaron shut his eyes. “We don’t know if —”

“The hospital chief, I know him.” Gideon sort of smiled. “I asked him if he could go check on her. All I know is that they’re closing her up now.”

The words began to sound far and faded as if Aaron was underwater. His vision blurred and his legs would’ve given up if he wasn’t sitting down already.

It was his soul returning to his body.

He didn’t want to get his hopes high, though. If they were closing you up it meant you were alive, but nothing else. There could be a hundred things wrong with you while being alive.

All he could do was nod and put his hands together over his lips like a prayer.

You were alive.

“The doctor should be here with the updates any minute now.” Jason sat next to Aaron and gave him a gentle tap on his back.

Gideon knew. Even when Hotch hadn’t told anyone about his feelings—not even you—he spent most of his day with profilers so of course the best one in his team knew about it.

“I’m heading back to the hotel soon,” Gideon continued. “See what the hell happened. Why… How did they let the unsub enter her room. Garcia should be landing soon. We need to check every security camera.” He smacked his tongue in disappointment and shook his head.

Aaron rose from his seat and tried his best to at least let his shoulders relax but every bit of him had turned into concrete.

“Where are Reid and Morgan?” He asked, pacing back and forth and stretching his neck from one side to the other. Even in moments like this, he needed to know where the rest of his people were. Especially in moments like this.

“Back at the local PD,” Gideon answered.

“JJ?”

“She’s talking to the hotel manager, making sure none of the employees makes any declaration to the press before we catch the guy.”

Aaron nodded, and soon, the doctor walked into the room with the updates.

“Surgery was a success,” he began. “We managed to repair all the damage and save her lung. Now, she flatlined once in the ambulance and then again during surgery so her brain has been through a lot.”

It wasn’t the time to profile anyone, but the way the doctor couldn’t keep eye contact for longer than two seconds told Aaron he was aiming at something more serious.

“Just tell us.” Aaron rubbed his thumb with his fingers.

“She’s not breathing on her own yet and according to her EEG, her last exam, her brain is swollen. It may take her a while to wake up.” The doctor gulped. “If she wakes up.”

Aaron’s entire world crumbled once again. He pinched the bridge of his nose and walked to a corner to pull himself together.

This was his fault. You might never wake up and it was his fault.

“When can we see her?” Gideon asked for him.

“You can see her now but… you need to be prepared. A machine is breathing for her. There’s a tube down her throat and it might be a lot to look at.”

Just picturing you like that turned his stomach upside down.

God, if you don’t ever wake up—

“She’s gonna wake up.” Penelope’s voice entered the room and so did the light she carried everywhere.

She was one of Aaron’s comfort people. If Penelope was there, there was hope.

“Garcia,” Jason said in a don’t tone.

“She’s strong.” Penelope walked up to Hotch anyway. “And people wake up from comas. Miracles happen and—” Her eyes filled with tears once she touched Hotch’s arm to get his attention. “She needs us, she needs you. And we need her.”

Garcia also knew, apparently. And if she knew without being a profiler, everyone else knew.

“I found this.” She handed Hotch a Polaroid picture of you. You were leaning on Garcia’s desk, your arms folded over your chest and with your sweet, sweet smile. There was the hope. “I took it a while ago and kept it on my desk along with the others but…”

Aaron took it with a shaky hand. You were mesmerizing.

“García,” Gideon insisted.

A nurse interrupted to let them know they could see you now.

“You go,” Gideon said to Hotch, taking a step back. “Just call me if anything changes. Garcia, you’re coming with me.”

“Yes, sir.” Penelope gave Hotch one last hopeful smile before following Jason out.

Aaron looked at your photo again and took deep breaths to gather himself as walked to the endless hall that took him to you.

“We’ll set up your bed in a few.” The nurse smiled at him, gesturing for him to go in. “She looks good. It might not look like it because of all the machines but she’s doing good. She’s a strong woman.”

Aaron said a quiet thanks before the nurse left.

It was just you and him.

The steady beeping of the machine brought him a sense of comfort—it meant you were alive—yet his feet were hesitant to take him next to you. He stood at the door for a moment, watching you from afar.

As the doctor had said, it was a lot to look at. It reminded him of the last time he saw someone close to him like this: his father. The difference was that back then, he couldn’t wait for his dad to die.

Today, he’d found himself praying multiple times to a god he wasn’t even sure existed most times.

He dared to move and when he reached your side, he almost crumbled. You had a few bruises on your left cheek, your knuckles were split—you even had a broken finger, and you looked beautiful as ever. He wished he could see the twinkle of your eyes, hear your voice, catch you smiling at him.

Guilt brewed at the pit of his stomach again. He should’ve gone with you. He should’ve been with you.

He lifted one hand to stroke your head and tears welled up as soon as his skin touched yours. His chin quivered and he sniffled quietly as tears threatened to spill. He used the heel of his hands to dry them away. He couldn’t cry, even if you were in a coma and couldn’t see him like this—broken. You believed people’s energy had effects on others, and you needed him to be strong. He needed to be more like you.

His bed was set soon after, right next to you. His eyes were heavy, and his muscles were sore. Even then, he couldn’t bring himself to lie down. He was scared to close his eyes. What if you died while he was asleep? He stayed sitting down, holding your hand and never losing sight of you.

“It’s raining,” he said out loud, talking to you. “Every time it rains I think of you.”

He smiled at the memories. You’d shown up at his office for your interview drenching, and he was smitten from the very first moment he laid eyes on you.

“Agent Hotchner,” your perky voice caught him off guard. No one inside the BAU building was perky—besides Garcia.

You stood by the door, both hands behind your back waiting for his signal to come in.

“Please.” He gestured with his hand to the seat across from him.

He took half a second to study you quickly. Raindrops were gathered over the shoulders of your blazer and your mascara was a bit smudged under your eyes.

“Forgot your coat, agent?” He commented, peeling his eyes off you and reading through your resume.

“Didn’t think I’d be raining by the time I arrived, sir. I don’t keep an umbrella in my car either. I apologize for my… appearance.”

It wasn’t your appearance that got you on his team, it was your outstanding resume. It made him wonder why you chose to apply to the Behavioral Analysis Unit instead of staying at ViCAP. Your performance there was impeccable.

“I wasn’t feeling comfortable there anymore,” was your answer. “And I want to seek other paths, sir. And I know I’m a good fit for your team.”

You started the very next day, and he partnered up with you to keep an eye on you during your first cases. You were a quick thinker, were fast on your feet, and stayed calm under critical situations.

Not once he felt at a disadvantage in the field for working with the new kid, which only showed him how good you naturally were. He was drawn to you and it wasn’t just because of your professionalism.

It was your fast food order. It was the first joke you ever made that only made him laugh. It was your perfume, the way you spoke with your hands, and how you raised your brows when making a point.

Everything about you made him take a deep breath. You made him dizzy. Lightheaded. Drunk.

Exactly how he felt right now while holding your hand, except that now, the room was spinning at the mere thought of losing you.

“I love you,” he murmured, bringing your hand up to his lips and kissing your bruised knuckles with shaky lips. “I love you.”

He’d never said it before. He didn’t know he did until now.

“God, I love you so much. From the moment I saw you, you lit up my life. You made it better, made me better.” He kept talking to you, hoping that his voice would heal everything inside you. “I can’t lose you. I won’t make it.”

Please wake up. Please wake up. Please wake up.

The rain stopped, the hours passed, and the sun never came out.

It’d been two weeks and he’d already made the habit of reading you at night.

“Studies have shown that playing music they really like and talking to the person in a coma increases their chances of waking up,” Spencer had said the day the entire team came to visit you.

Most nights he read case files. Others, he liked to read poetry.

You still hadn’t woken up, but the music, the poetry, and the flowers didn’t stop.

“I hope you don’t mind if I read something by Neruda,” Aaron said as he sat on the chair next to you. “Maybe not Neruda.”

It was one of those nights where hope had watered down with his tears.

He put the book down next to you and held your hand. He hadn’t stopped holding your hand; he hadn’t stopped kissing it either. He sighed deeply and stood up to draw the blinds, turning his back to you.

A loud smack against the floor startled him, making him turn around. The book he’d left next to you had fallen. He didn’t think he’d left it at the edge of the bed, but he picked it up without much curious and went to put it where it was.

Your hand twitched when he grazed your knuckles casually.

Then it twitched again—harsher—and a soft whimper came from your chest. That sound definitely came out of your body.

Aaron was quick to check on you, towering over you and watching you closely. Your eyelids started to move and the next thing he knew, he was making eye contact with you.

Those beautiful twinkling eyes took his breath away.

“We need a doctor in here!” He was quick to react, pressing the call button.

Nurses stormed inside and moved him out of the way to assist you.

“She’s awake. She’s fighting the tube,” was all he heard before a thousand tingles rushed through him.

You were awake.

Your doctor arrived soon after to examine you and Aaron stood there as they took the tube out.

You coughed and writhed with discomfort.

“Can you tell me your name?” Your doctor moved a small flashlight in front of your eyes.

You blinked a few times and searched around the room. Your eyes landed on Aaron. “Hotch?”

Your soft voice traveled to him and enveloped his heart, mending every bit that was broken.

“Hi,” he merely said.

You shook your head and said your name instead. Your doctor asked some more questions like your birthday, where you worked at and what was the last thing you remembered, and the entire time your eyes were trained on Aaron.

“It’s vague.” You took a sharp breath. “I think I was attacked but I don’t know how. I can assume by this unglued scar, though.” You put your palm on your chest.

“We’re still going to do some tests,” Your doctor said. “But you’re great. Pupils are responsive, your lungs sound healthy and there are no signs of brain damage. No memory loss. No speech loss either.”

“How soon can she go home?” Aaron asked, taking another step closer. He finally stood by your side, and you reached for his hand.

This was you. Sweet and caring even at your worst.

“I’d like to keep her under observation for a couple of days, then she can go. But just so you know, you can’t fly for at least two weeks after open-chest surgery.”

The doctor gave you some other indications before leaving, then it was just the two of you as it’d been for the past two weeks. Though now he got to see the twinkle of your eyes, hear your voice, and catch you smiling at him.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, tilting your head to the side like a puppy.

“I sent you away and—“ he raised his brows.

“Don’t.” You squeezed his hand. “Don’t do that. Don’t… blame yourself.”

“I should’ve come with you. I should’ve— god, you almost died. You almost died,” he repeated in a whisper, shutting his eyes with pain.

The guilt was still there.

“But I didn’t.”

“I was so scared,” he admitted, daring to look back at you.

“I… don’t remember much. Just bits and pieces but I do remember that I wasn’t scared. I think. I… channeled you at that moment.” You laughed. “I remember thinking, Hotch wouldn’t be scared, he would put up a fight, so I did. I fought the guy, which got me almost killed but I wasn’t scared.” You lifted your hand and cradled his face, rubbing your thumb over his cheek. “You have a beard.”

He chuckled. “Barely.”

“It looks good. I like it.”

He didn’t like it much, but he was grateful it was there so you wouldn’t see how hard he was blushing. He poured you some water and handed it you to distract himself from it.

“Where are we?” You then asked, taking a sip from the straw.

“Seattle.” Aaron raised his brows while licking his lips.

Last time you two were in Seattle, you’d kissed for the first time.

“Oh,” you mirrored his smirk. “So that’s gonna be like a three-day road trip back to Quantico?”

“It’s either that or two more weeks in Seattle until you can fly there,” he responded.

“Both sound amazing, don’t you think?” you scanned his face up and down and heat rushed to his cheeks again. “Thank you for staying with me, Aaron.”

I love you, he thought.

“How could I not?” he said instead.

Never said there would be a love confession now did I 🤭 But don’t worry, hotch confesses his love during the road trip <33333 also the title is a The Beatles song bc he played The Beatles a lot while reader was in a coma. And bc he held her hand a lot.

I hope you liked it!!!!

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irndad · 1 month

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won't you be my sunshine-a.h.

a/n: runner!hotch x sunshine!reader !! sooooo fluffy, first hotch fic of mine so be gentle with me! lots of pining and happy end <3 happy to continue with these two in an au!

Aaron Hotchner is not a particularly emotive man.

This is a skill he has honed, a cherished quality that was not born of luck or of natural ability, but a skill that he has honed down to a fine tip point. He needs to be, in this job. It’s cost him things, of course, but for the most part, Aaron is happy with his choices. He takes a firm line with people he works with, and does not always let up in his personal life.

The only time this sometimes causes a hitch, is in his romantic life.

Which isn’t to say that he has one.

There is a woman who reads in the park every morning. Aaron affectionately thinks of this bench as her bench, as it is marked by wisterias and hyacinths on either end of it. It’s something of a ritual, after his runs, that they talk.

It’s fun. He doesn’t have a lot of space for fun. He’d collapsed on the bench one day after siphoning his anger at a particular case into a difficult run. He’d crashed onto the bench, sweaty and exhausted and hadn’t even seen her there. Which is a bit impressive, as she’s hard to miss the sight of. It is also in equal measure embarrassing. It’s not every day you collapse in front of a gorgeous woman, disturbing her from what is likely a lovely afternoon in the park.

That’s how it started, anyway. She doesn’t run, so each break is punctuated by her company. He’s actually not sure if they’re flirting. He’s not very good at that- the last time he has to he was 17 and so full of unearned confidence, he lucked into a partnership.

Now, he’s a bit older and a lot more scarred. She’s younger than him, not by much. She laughs with her whole chest at his dry, glib humor- and this is something Aaron had forgotten. The joy of a beautiful, wonderful woman’s company beside you.

He feels a little out of place next to her. Romance is not something he does. Ever thought he’d do again, really. That’s not to say that this is romance. Their romance is almost entirely hypothetical. He thinks of her at work, which is a monumental development in and of itself.

“So, how was the paperwork? I know you’ve been taking a little more on since your colleague had a baby. It’s so kind of you to do it.” She asks him on a beautiful August morning.

He fights off a blush that she remembers what he’s done for JJ. He’s not big on mentioning his own good deeds. Aaron believes that this would cancel it out. Still, her praise is a warm balm to the exhaustion that plagues him. It’s hedonistic, the way he wants her to say more about him. He wonders absentmindedly if she knew everything about him that’s hard to love, she’d still paint him with such a light and warm glance. She’s bright enough, he’s tempted to tell her everything about him just because she asks.

“It was…alright. My team is excellent. I’m lucky to work with people like them, it makes the process better. I couldn’t ask for more.”

She giggles a little at this, and there’s that roar of affection.

He feels a sense of ease around her, one that is suspicious for him. He tries not to romanticize, but this connection is hard not to. She’s beautiful- this is obvious to anyone who meets her, a simple truth of her. But Aaron is trained to notice things little factors that show the truth of someone.

He likes to watch her- it’s a pleasant thing, getting to be in her presence. It’s a little addicting, the way she looks at him. It makes him feel like all of the things he knows to be true of himself- his relative failures, the closed-off nature of his demeanor- are things that not only can be overlooked, but don’t seem to be in her line of sight at all. It’s an honor, to have her doe eyes rake over the sight of him, to meet him with gentle conversation.

He tries not to notice that she is gorgeous. Aaron has been around beautiful women, of course- this is not something that should surprise him. But there’s something effervescent about her, something that his him wondering if it’s possible that she might feel the same way about him. He knows that he used to be a more attractive man, but now. Well, he’s a bit bruised, both metaphorically and physically.

It feels odd to even think of this happening. She’s just got a warm, sweet tone and he replays what it’s like when she greets him. She smiles her brilliant grin and sometimes hugs him. It’s embarrassing how much he likes the feeling of it- soft curves against hard muscle and scarred skin. She always smells wonderful, and he wonders how nice it would be to have more of this.

“I like your new shirt, by the way.” She smiles at him, and his heart jumps. It feels juvenile, but- she’s wearing a new lipstick, it seems. Her beautiful pout looks awfully tempting.

“I like the lip color,” he tries to compliment back amenably, but that doesn’t stick. Instead, it comes out too earnest. He’s hyper aware of the fact that she’s right by him. She flushes, and Aaron feels a surge of pride.

“Thank you,” she says, voice softer and flattered, and isn’t that a pretty sound? He’d love to do that for her, make her feel seen, make her feel like she’s as beautiful as she is, “I thought you might like it.”

It’s her directiveness that breaks the seal, he supposes looking back. Because she wore the lipstick for him. That’s just about the only thing it can mean, and he is struck with a particularly sensory fantasy of what it would be like to slot his mouth against hers- he gets the feeling it might be worth it even if he gets the color on his mouth.

He’s a gentleman, though, he decides after a decidedly ungentlemanly amount of time spend staring at the gorgeous curve of her lips.

“Would you want to get dinner with me?” He hears himself say it before he’s processed it, and then it’s out into the world. His heart is hammering and he’s blaming on the run, when god, it’s absolutely about how breathtaking she looks, the sunlight reflecting off her hair like a halo. When she beams back at him, she looks particularly angelic.

It’s then, she leans over and kisses him on the cheek.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

(Months later, when she is sitting on his kitchen counter and he is standing between her legs, gazing down at her with unabated fondness because he is entitled to that, he reflects on this moment and thinks god, how lucky am I, that I ran past that bench?)

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