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actually-safer-to-kiss · 3 months

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ok im listening to a spencer reid playlist and "marry me" by bruno mars came on and all i can imagine is its like a week or so after spencer had proposed, and he comes home to reader dancing/singing to the song while cleaning or baking. i would love to see this as a fic 🥺

Sneak Peek

Summary: Spencer comes home from a case to find his new fiancée, Reader, in rare form.

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff, kinda sunshine/grump

Content warnings: None

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: Here ya go, babes 🩵

Finally, Spencer thinks when he sees his front door. For work, hours on the jet to and from Quantico don’t take as much of a toll on him as one would expect. Passing the hours with debriefs, cards, reading, and sleeping is something he’s grown accustomed to for years at the B.A.U.

This week, however, was different. Before this last-minute case in Cheyenne, Spencer popped the question to you (with the team’s help with set-up and delivery). Of course you said yes. He barely had time to fish the ring from his blazer pocket before you burst out with your answer. But you barely got to enjoy the first 24 hours of being engaged before the team was called to Wyoming the next morning.

But now, it’s Saturday, so that means you’re home. He can already hear music on the other side of the door when he twists his key. Quite an upbeat tune, unusual for your typical taste. While he sticks to classical composers, normally you’re drawn to calm acoustic songs with minimal production. But what he hears when he opens the door is pure pop.

He couldn’t help but smile as he stepped into the apartment, as the familiar scent of home hit him with the smell of something in the oven. You never cook. And you never bake. But Spencer knows what fresh cookies smell like. He followed the sources, rounding the wall that divided the entryway from the kitchen. And there was when his heart skipped a beat. You were there, in a dress, dancing and singing along with the lively tune, completely immersed in a housewife experience of your own making.

This is nothing but out of character for you. You and Spencer regularly put work first before anything. It is expected in your fields that you prioritize work over each other at times. So your wardrobe was mostly pantsuits and black pumps. Prentiss often gave you suggestions on where to shop for your go-to outfits. Which is why Spencer was so stunned to find you in a dress, flowing around your calves as you twirled on the tile floor. Your hair swayed with every movement, and the joy in your eyes was infectious. The room seemed to come alive with the energy you were exuding.

He drank it in, marveling at the happiness radiating from his fiancée. He didn’t think simply clearing his throat would be noticeable. But it was. And suddenly, your batter-doused whisk/makeshift microphone became your weapon of choice. “Spencer!” You exclaimed.

Spencer put his hands up in immediate surrender, his heart momentarily pounding for a different reason. “Woah, it’s okay. It’s just me.”

Your footing in the small space caused you to lose the rhythm of the music as you stumbled. Your socks gave you little friction, but Spencer was quick to save you from mild embarrassment. Granted, his degrees and experience in profiling didn’t exactly prepare him for impromptu dance saves, but he caught you with surprising grace.

“Careful there,” he teased, still holding onto you. “The team will have some choice words with me if they find bruises on you, no matter where they came from.”

You scoffed. “Wow, bruises. So romantic. What a way to greet your future wife.”

Spencer shrugged before lifting you back to your feet, making sure your feet were stable before letting his hands slide from your shoulders. They glided down to your palms as he extended your arms out. “Well, I can certainly say your greeting exceeds mine by miles.” He looks up and down at your dress; a plain green that hugged you at the waist. “I didn’t know you owned any dresses.”

“Hm.” You said. Your hands rolled with his, urging your fingers to link. “I managed to slip something past the genius in this house. Guess you’re not as observant as I thought.”

Spencer’s brows rose as his jaw dropped, instantly ready to roll with this. Sarcasm was something he had to pick up quickly with you, as it’s your default tone. And you have yet to stray after three years. “I’m observant.” The shock translates through his response.

“Clearly not as much as you like to think.” You untangle one of your hands from his and it creeps to cup his cheek, rough with little stubble. “Barely a week of being engaged and you’re already slipping.” You click your tongue as you shake your head.

“I’m very observant. I notice a lot, thank you.” He pulls you close. His now free hand snaking around your waist, just letting your noses brush. He notices how your mouth opens slightly, expecting a kiss as your exhale grazes his upper lip. He was planning to kiss you then and there, and whatever happened next, he was more than happy with.

But you called him out. So now he has to prove you wrong.

“You didn’t sweep up all the flour off the floor.”

Your eyes were half-open, one of the most vulnerable looks he gets to see. But it fizzles as the information clicks in your head. “What?”

“Your socks.” He gestures down to them.

And you look. Black socks were definitely not the wisest choice.

“How many times did you screw up the cookies?” He asked.

“I didn’t screw them up… too much.”

Spencer’s brow quirked.

“Just more flour than the recipe called for. But only because the bag was so difficult to open.”

So, you spilled it. But he kept that part quiet, as you were already turning pink. “How much salt did you use?” He asks instead. Because he’s not above being too gracious.

“Not much.” You bit your lips closed. “Just the standard amount.”

“The standard amount? Did you throw some over your shoulder for luck?” He brushes some grains he spots sticking to your collarbone.

You were still pink, and Spencer could feel the heat rise off your skin. “We… may need to get more sugar from the store.”

“What did you—”

“Not important. The cookies will be ready in three minutes. So, do you want cookies or not?”

“Hm,” He says, eyes glued to your shoulder again. “So if this is sugar…” And he leans down to kiss your shoulder. His mouth is warm against your skin as it scales across the center of your clavicle. His lips brush them before leading up to your neck.

“This is the greeting I expected.” You say.

“Oh, really?” He follows the pulse point that he’s learned makes your knees equivalent to jelly. When he kisses there, but doesn’t let his teeth scrape the delicate skin just yet. He closes his eyes, to get lost in the moment, in you, a bit faster. The excuse of sugar on your skin has long been exhausted, but you indulged regardless, indisputable by the small sounds that escape you as he kisses more. The arm that holds your waist braces to take on your weight when he nips.

And down you go. But he catches you. Once again

“Does my future wife expect more?”

You say nothing. You swallow dryly, but Spencer understands that as a yes from you. He keeps you both still. Nipping again while his other hand takes free range around your dress. It makes you mewl, and he’s close to hoisting you to bed.

“The cookies—” You remind him. “Can’t let them burn. The timer says—mm—two minutes.”

“I have plenty to keep me occupied for two minutes.”

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sabage101 · 3 months

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it's too funny when hotch said "remind me to have her drug tested" WITH A STRAIGHT FACE

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miley1442111 · 1 month

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Please do one where Aaron and reader are like training and the tension breaks and they kiss and there's an age difference and... yeah.

thank youuuuuu

omg thank u for requesting,i love this idea :))))))))

breaking rules mr. hotchner?- a.hotchner

a/n: i didn't imagine a fem! or male! reader so imagine what you want :)

summary: what happens when both aaron and you have to train together?

pairings: aaronhotchner x reader, platonicbauteam x reader

warnings: kissing, tension, workplace relationship, age gap, i think that's all :)

“Team training sessions, all weekend! If you can’t make it, you’ll need to make it up,” Strauss’s email made your face fall. You would be away all weekend with your sister's wedding.

“Anyone else not making the team training?” you asked, hoping you wouldn’t be stuck with someone from another department. The entire bullpen seemed to be able to make the training and a groan made its way out of your mouth.

“Maybe Hotch will be missing it, I think he has Jack this weekend,” Rossi smirked, a knowing look on his face. A look you badly wanted to remove, forcefully. You shot him a fake smile that made him laugh as you walked up the stairs to Hotch’s office. Everyone in the office seemed to have picked up on the weird energy between you two. His gaze always defaulted to yours, in the field he was extra protective of you, and any and all fleeting and seemingly innocent touches made your skin feel like it was on fire.

You knocked politely on the open door and he hummed in response. You walked in and his eyes were immediately glued to you as you stood in front of him. He was obviously an authoritative figure, he was your boss after all, but conversations with him always had an underlying ease and equality to them.

“Is everything alright?” He asked after a short moment.

“Yes, I just wanted to let you know that I can’t make the training weekend, I’m at my sister’s wedding,” you explained quickly. “Sorry for the inconvenience. I’m sure there’s others that’ll have to make it up too-”

“I will too,” he stood from his desk, files in his hands. “How about we get ahead of it and do a few hours in the gym? You don’t have anywhere to be tonight, do you?” He asked so casually that the heat creeping up your spine seemed ridiculous.

“That sounds fine,” You confirmed.

“Good. See you tonight then.”

You took one step outside his office and you were met with stares from all of your co-workers. “He’s missing it too.”

“Looks like dad is getting some action tonight-” Derrick started but you hit him on the back of the head, silencing his words as the rest of the team laughed. All you could do was wait for tonight.

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You were on time to the office gym. It was already set up for the weekend training sessions and a wide array of mats were on the floor. You noticed Aaron sitting on a bench across the hall, a navy shirt that hugged his biceps perfectly and gym shorts that ended at his knee.

“Hi,” You smiled from across the hall, your own gym clothes adorning your body.

“Hi,” he smiled back.

“I asked Spencer about what they were covering and he said just general hand-to-hand combat and practising taking a subject down so… what do you want to start with?” You asked, beginning to stretch your muscles softly. You felt his eyes lingering on you as you stretched and a shiver ran down your spine.

“Whatever you think,” he stated, the remnants of a smirk on his lips. He must know what kind of effect he has on you, right?

“Well, maybe just some hand-to-hand, I don’t really want to pop my shoulder out of place again,” you joked, a memory from the last training day you had attended. Derrick had gotten a bit too strong and dislocated your shoulder, meaning Spencer was forced to pop it back into place with Jj and Aaron’s help.

“Makes sense,” he smiled, a certain mysterious dampening in his usual bright smile. “You come at me, go for my waist,” he ordered.

“Your waist?” You questioned, preparing your stance regardless.

“My gun,” he explained, preparing himself for contact.

“Oh,” Was what you got out before you lunged forward to his waist, after a long back and forth, punches and dodges and the small smirks or grunts he continued making made you practically dizzy, until you pinned him under you, a smirk on your lips. His hands rested on your waist, both of your breaths heavily with the strenuous activity, and the tension in the air. He reached up and brushed some hair out of your face, and that was all it took.

He grabbed your face, pulled you down and kissed you. His other hand held your waist in an almost bruising grip. You had gasped when your lips first made contact and he used that as an excuse to push his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss. Your hands found grip on the sides of his face, some moving back to pull on his soft hair. He had sat up, the hand that had been on your cheek moved to hold the both of you up but he never broke the kiss. His hand on your waist squeezed harder as his tongue explored your mouth, an evident smirk on his preoccupied lips. You pulled away, desperate for breath. As you caught your breath, Aaron’s hand dropped from your body and rested on the mat.

“I’m sorry. That wasn’t right, we shouldn’t have done that. I’m very sorry if you felt pressured into-“ he started apologising but you cut him off with another passionate kiss. Your hands wrapped around his neck and his hands wrapped around your torso as you deepened the kiss. He groaned into your mouth as you bit his lower lip softly, not enough to draw blood, but enough to warrant a reaction. He pulled away, an uncertain mystery playing behind his beautiful eyes.

“You’re surprising,” he had a soft smile on his lips while his hands ran up and down your sides.

“How so?” You smiled, your hands messing with his black hair.

“Well, you just kissed your boss-“ he joked, and you cut him off with a push to the chest. He laughed as he fell back, hitting the soft mat.

“Shut up,” you groaned. “You kissed me first!”

“That I did,” he admitted, “which we should probably talk about.”

You nodded in agreement and allowed him to go first.

“I have a romantic interest in you, and it’s fine if it’s not reciprocated. You are… much younger than me and I’d understand if you didn’t want to be with someone who has a child and isn't exactly in the prime of his life-“

Another kiss cut off his sentence, you held him closer than before, as if trying to prove you wanted this. His hands roamed your body again and you pulled away, a certain lightness in your voice.

“I don’t just go around kissing all of my co-workers, Aaron,” you smiled. “I want this. I want you.” He barely stifled a grin at that comment.

“Alright then. Can I take you out to dinner sometime?” He smiled, an unknown hopefulness in his eyes.

“Yes, yes you can.” You smiled and he kissed you again, just as much passion and tension as the first.

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The Monday you came in, Penelope was waiting at your desk with a smile.

“Morning,” you smiled. “How was your weekend?”

“It was amazing,” she over exaggerated her words. Strange. “But not as good as yours.”

“Oh, you saw my post? Yeah the wedding was beautiful-“

“I saw that, but I also saw the gym cctv footage from Friday night,” she exclaimed, piquing the interest of Jj, Emily, Derrick, and Spencer.

“What happened in the gym on Friday night?” Derrick smirked and you sent Penelope a look, one to tell her to not speak.

“Let’s just say we might be calling y/n mom from now on,” she confirmed what all of them thought and you sighed as the onslaught began.

“You get to third base?” “In the office?!” And many other jokes and serious comments were thrown your way until you heard Spencer.

“Derrick, you owe me 10 bucks!” He exclaimed, reminding Derrick of their bet. Derrick rolled his eyes and took out his wallet.

“You two had a bet?!” You asked in absolute shock.

“Yeah, it was whether or not-“ Spencer started to explain until felt a presence behind him.

“You all call me dad?” Aaron smirked as the team's faces dropped. You smiled at him.

“We- it’s just a-“ Spencer tried to explain but Aaron silenced him with a hand on his shoulder.

“We have a new case, briefing starts in 5 minutes,” he shared as the team started grabbing their things for the briefing. “Oh and agent y/n, I need you in my office.”

Everyone stilled, staring at the two of you.

“Paperwork,” he smirked, knowing the team knew about you two.

You rolled your eyes and followed him all the same, walking into his office with a smile. He cupped your cheek and kissed you softly, despite kissing being big no in the workplace.

You pulled away, “breaking rules Mr. Hotchner?” You smirked.

“They’re watching,” he shrugged. “They want a show.”

You rolled your eyes and pressed a short kiss to his lips, then proceeded with the actual paperwork.

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multifandomlover01 · 6 months

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You Are My Sunshine

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (in mind but it’s not explicit I don’t think)

Key: Y/N = Your (First) Name

WC: ~700

No warnings, this is pure fluff

Summary: End of 1x4; Spencer’s 24th birthday but Spencer talks to and goes on a date with reader instead of JJ (not explicitly anti-JJ, reader simply takes her place)

Ep: 1x4

GIF credit: shivlinagirl

“Oh, I almost forgot. I have something for you.”

Gideon began rummaging around in his bag.

“Oh yeah?” Spencer asked, interest piqued.

“I forgot to give it to you at the party.”

Gideon produced a medium sized rectangular package.

“But you don’t give birthday presents.” Spencer said as he slowly took the gift from him.

Gideon said nothing, only looking at Spencer expectantly.

Spencer opened the present, which he could already tell was a book. He was excited. He loved books. And Gideon never gave anyone a birthday present. His excitement turned very quickly to confusion as he completely removed the wrapping.

“I already have this book.” Spencer stated simply.

“I know.”

“Why would you give me a copy of a book you knew I already had?” Spencer’s confusion only grew.

“I didn’t.”

“But-“

“Look at the front cover.”

Spencer did so. He was greeted with: “Property of Doctor Spencer Reid” in big black letters that were in his own handwriting.

“Hey! This is my copy! How did you get this?”

“From your apartment. Sorry.”

“I’m an FBI agent, I think I would know if someone had been in my apartment.”

“So am I. And I think I would be able to make it look like I wasn’t there.”

“Touché. So why’d you get this from my apartment just to give it back to me?”

“Because it happens to be someone’s favorite book.”

“Not mine. While I do appreciate it greatly, there are many other works I prefer to this one.”

“I wasn’t talking about you.”

“Then who?” Spencer was confused again.

“The only person who doesn’t consistently interrupt you when you’re talking about things that everyone else interrupts you or just walks away from you for talking about.”

“Y/N?” He looked over his shoulder at you. You were too engrossed in a book to notice.

“Exactly. Go talk to her about it. You ever done that before?”

“Talk to her in general or about the book?”

Gideon chuckled.

“The book.”

“Right. Uh, no. I knew she liked to read as she does so often, but I never knew this was her favorite book.”

“Well now you do. Happy Birthday.”

Spencer smiled.

“What do I say?”

“You always seem to know what to say to her. You seem to be able to talk with her more easily than you can with anybody else.”

Spencer nodded before standing up. He turned to walk towards you. He stopped and turned back.

“How did you know?” Not how he talked to you so easily. Not how he knew what your favorite book was. But how he knew that Spencer liked you.

“How do I know anything?” Gideon shrugged.

“Thank you.”

“You’re quite welcome.”

Spencer sat in the seat across the aisle from you, book in hand. He cleared his throat, causing you to look up from my book and in his direction. You smiled.

“Hi.”

“Hi. So, um…Gideon told me that this was your favorite book.”

“Yeah, it is. We had a conversation about books a week or so ago. Did he offer up the information or did you ask?”

“He told me. Is that ok?”

“It’s got you over here talking to me. So, yes, it’s ok.”

“Do you actually like talking to me?” Spencer asked you, looking down at his hands.

“Of course I do.”

“It-it’s just that…no one else seems to.”

“I’d say that’s their loss.”

“You really think that?” Spencer asked, looking back up at you with a hopeful expression.

“Sure I do.”

“Why?”

“Because I find you a very enjoyable person to talk to.” You smiled at him genuinely.

“You don’t find me annoying?”

“No. I like to listen to you talk.”

“Well I guess you are the only one on the team who doesn’t interrupt me.”

“Yeah…I hate when people do that…it’s so rude.”

“Really? Is that why…is that why you sometimes ask me later on what I was talking about?”

You nod.

“So you’re really interested in what I have to say?”

“Yes. I am.” You chuckle as you smile, still baffled as to how he’s not getting it yet that you actually like him and his ramblings.

#crimnal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic

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cancersunthatsit · 8 days

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HEAR ME OUT

post-prison reid & reader !!!!! Fanfic they are not together just sort of situationship

I LOVE WHEN SPENCER BECOMES SHITY AND HAVE MAJOR DICKHEAD ATTITUDE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

#doctor spencer reid #spencer reid #crimnal minds #spencer reid fandom #spencer reid x fem!reader smut #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #tpd #the tortured poets department

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barnesboo1967 · 1 year

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Dating Spencer Reid headcannons

Museum dates all the time

He will tell you every detail he knows while you stare with lovestruck eyes

Takeout is a frequent

You both work at the BAU so it works out

Dancing to classical music in the living room

He tries to tell you about the composer but you kiss him instead

Derek teases him cause he is so in love with you

Derek tells you he doesn’t care how pretty Spencer is he will still kick his ass if he hurts you

Penelope is like yalls own personal fan club of one

He is obsessed with cuddles

He loves laying on your chest and when you curly up in his arms

RAINY DAYS

Yall will stay home, candles lit, curled up on the couch, holding each other and a book, phones off, faint music in the background, and completely in love

He gets you flowers all the time and you get him a new book whenever you can

Almost every wall has a bookshelf on it and is full

He loves to try and cook for you and its always a 50% chance of being burned

Each other’s personal therapist but will make the other get help if they need it

When he had a nightmare he will burry himself into your neck and cry

After a little bit, he will talk to you about it

When you have a nightmare he will hold you while stroking your back and head until you are ready to talk

Loves to take care of you when you are sick and will get you whatever you need asap

Hates to be sick, he feels like a burden, but his mind gets changed when he is laying in your lap while your hand is in his hair and you are reading him a book

Feels bad when he info dumps on you, but you make sure you always listen and he knows how much you really do care about the cultural impact of the Spanish American War

At first, doesn't know how to show he loves and cares for you

The night he confessed he showed up in the rain and told you and tried to leave

You instead pulled him inside for a kiss and he stayed the night

Is always trying to learn the tiniest of details about you

#spencer reid #dating headcanons #spencer x reader #criminal minds #crimnal mind headcannons #matthew gray gubler

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beelmons · 1 year

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Golf lessons pt. 2

Pt2 of this blurb! Pairing: dbf!hotch x Fem!Reader Rating: NSFW, 18+ Word count: 2,757 CW: unprotected sex, kinda public sex, overstimulation, vaginal penetration. Tagging the two moots that inspired part 2 <3 @ssahotchnerr @ssamorganhotchner

As it turns out, being able to hit the ball was not enough golf expertise for the ever-so-perfectionist Aaron Hotchner. Regardless of both of your urges to do something entirely different, Aaron’s commitment to making you the next Tiger Woods forced you to stay in the golf club until almost midnight, and by that time everything was either closed or too lousy for him to ever consider taking you. At the end, he dropped you back home so you could pack for the retreat.

The thought of not seeing him again for an entire weekend was saddening, specially when it meant being shoved inside a room with your dad and his snobby friends, but the picture of him smiling at you, the proud, sly smile he would wear when you told him just how many holes in ones you scored, and how your pars were the best, and about your putts (you didn’t understand golf, like, at all) was the token you held onto to keep going.

The retreat was okay, you came up sixth out of the total twenty teams, so at least your dad was not a sulky mess, and he would go around showcasing your golf skills and how you “took after him”, even if it was also his first time seeing you play. To wrap up the event, there was an additional party with a “Sunday golf” theme, which meant everyone would go dressed in fancy sports clothes. Looking through your wardrobe, you were lost in your own mind trying to figure out what to wear when your phone chimed.

Mr. Aaron Hotchner: Apparently, today’s Sunday Golf party is open to friends and family as well. Your father has decided to invite me. Will you be attending?

Your eyes skimmed through the notification and a bright smile appeared on your face. Great, you got to see him sooner than you expected.

You: Yes, I’ll be there!

Mr. Aaron Hotchner: Great. Can’t wait to hear all about the golf competition.

You hugged the device to your chest in excitement, and the decision of what to wear suddenly seemed like a life and death situation, or so you felt until a very risky idea popped into your head.

The party looked like everything else you had seen during the weekend: bland and uninteresting. Across the venue you spotted your dad, who had gone ahead without you, sucking up to his boss and some other higher-ups. Your sight then landed on a handsome gentleman standing by the appetizers table, a couple of men his age chatting him up. He was wearing a white polo and khaki dress pants with a pair of brown shoes. He looked stunning as per usual. As if sensing your eyes on him, Hotch’s sight travelled to you; you watched him mutter an ‘excuse me’ to his acquaintances and he hurried in your direction.

“Hey!” he shouted lightly when he got closer, his arms quickly surrounding your waist to pull you into a happy hug, which you gladly returned “I have been hearing great things about you all day.” he pulled back from you to be able to look at your face.

“Well, apparently I did very good for a first timer” you answered him with a smile.

“I can tell. Your dad has done nothing but brag about it the whole night.”

“He has?” you asked with genuine surprise “So, golf, huh? Who would have thought that’s what it took for him to finally be proud of me.” you said in a self-deprecating tone.

“Don’t be so hard on him, he can be tough to deal with, but you are the apple of his eye” he tried to reassure you, but the huff of your cheeks let him know the comment was not exactly well received “Well, for that matter, I’m incredibly proud of you. You truly learned fast.” he continued in attempt to lessen the tension.

His strategy worked, because shortly you were back to a smiling mess. “I had a great teacher” you said with your eyes locked onto his “which reminds me, I still have to repay the favor. If I remember correctly, you asked for two, very simple things, didn’t you, Aaron?” you batted your eyelashes innocently as you spoke. Your hands travelled down to play with the hem of your skirt, raising it slightly to reveal some of the skin on your thighs. He couldn’t help but stare for a second, solely focused on how good your legs looked.

The moment your words dawned on him, his entire demeanor switched. His fingers gripped your wrist firmly, and with a rather rough tug he pulled you to the closest wall, forcing your back to be pressed against it, his body shielding your front from curious eyes. “Have you lost your mind?” he asked with a low voice “It’s bad enough that half these men have taken at least one look at your legs, do you know what would happen if someone noticed you’re not wearing underwear?” you could detect a hint of possessiveness in his tone, a frown plastered on his face, and so you found the opportunity to finally get what you wanted: him. Your fingers tugged at the sides of his shirt, his body still covering you from the stares of the rest of the guests.

“Then take me somewhere only you can see.” you almost whispered. He turned his head to try and spot your dad among the crowd, he seemed to be engrossed in whatever conversation he was having. He took a second look at you, and you watched as his eyes travelled quickly to your bottom piece of clothing.

He slipped his hand behind your back to guide you away from the main area of the venue and towards the bathrooms, constantly walking behind you to make sure no one else would try and pry at your rear. As you walked through the halls, you watched him snatch an ‘out of order’ sign from a random surface. Once you reached the entrance of the men’s bathroom, he gave you an order to wait for a second, he opened the door and tilted his head to look inside, once he made sure all the stalls were clear he gently pushed you in by the shoulders and hung the sign on the outside of the door.

“The men’s bathroom?” you cocked an eyebrow in his direction, a playful smile on your face.

“If your dad notices you’re gone, the first place he’ll look is your room. I don’t have one of my own because I’m an foreign guest, and men are three times less likely to ask staff for clarification about services not being provided than women.” he clarified as he locked the door; once he made sure it wouldn’t open he took a couple of steps closer to land his hands on your hips “but of course, if it makes you uncomfortable, we can always do this some other time.”

“Hell no, you’re not escaping this twice.” your tone was resolute and almost desperate, without wasting anymore time your arms threw themselves around his neck and you pulled him closer to land a kiss to his lips.

The gentleness which with he usually treated you was absolutely absent from the kiss, his mouth moved roughly against yours with his body pressing forward to close the gap between the two of you. Without so much as a warning, his hands slid from your hips to your thighs instead, he caressed his way up, lifting the skirt in the process, until he landed on your buttocks, the tightness of the squeeze he gave to them was for sure going to leave a mark, and the sensation and slight pain caused you to wince; the newly opened mouth was an invitation for his tongue to take control, you could feel it explore yours hungrily, heavy pants accompanying his movements.

“Hop.” he commanded against your lips, without a second thought you complied, and soon you were sitting on top of the lavatory counter. The coldness of the marble against your bare skin caused you to moan, and Aaron broke the kiss to shoot you a playful smile “Seems like you didn’t think this through.”

His comment allowed a blush to spread on your face. He had nailed it, you didn’t think anything through, actually, you were just so excited to see him, to be with him again, that you wanted to do something that would make him happy. “I thought this is what you wanted” you admitted with a shy tone.

“It’s you I want.” his eyes took a second to stare tenderly into yours before his lips attached to the base of your neck. Your hands tangled on his hair and your body arched forward, trying desperately to feel more of him. His own fingers snuck in between your pressed bodies to caress your slick, his middle finger prodded at the entrance, and you let out an unholy moan. His mouth attached onto yours once again with the full intention of shutting you up, two fingers slipping inside your hole. His pace was slow, painfully so, pulling in and out as if he was trying to figure out where to press best.

“Aaron.” you whispered into his mouth “No teasing, please, I need you.” you begged. He let out a chuckle, a little embarrassed of being found out, and nodded. He took a second to undo the zipper of his pants, seems like you weren’t the only one without underwear, and shortly after his member was freed.

Your legs instinctively pulled him closer at the sight. “Seems like someone’s eager.” he whispered, however he was just as desperate as you were, his right arm snaked around your body, pulling you to an angle that allowed his tip to hover at your entrance. Slowly, he began to thrust forward, giving you some time to adjust to his size. You buried your face in his neck and muttered a quiet ‘fuck’ against it. His hips began to move steadily, you could feel him fill you up, they were deep and passionate, his groans were ringing in your ear “you feel so good” he muttered against it.

You were trying to keep your pants quiet, not wanting to cause a scene and have your dad find out you were fucking his best friend in the hotel bathroom, but he felt so good, so deep, that you couldn’t help but to let out a cry. Aaron pulled back and out of you, which caused you to whimper in protest, without a word, he forced you off the marble counter and turned you around, his hand pushing your head forward to have you bent over it instead “if you can’t keep quiet on your own, I will have to do it for you.” he raised the fabric covering your ass to expose the skin and gently guided his dick back to your entrance, his thrust, however, was way rougher compared to before. You almost let out another moan, but his hand was quick to cover your mouth tightly and it ended up muffled “seems like this will do” he whispered with a mocking tone.

His hips began to snap against yours again, faster and rougher, he was much more in control in this position. His lips focused on nibbling around the shell of your ear, trying his best for his moans to also be muffled. You could feel his balls hitting against the lower part of your pussy, your hands desperately looking for a place to grip, your throat emitting sounds trying to keep yourself sane. He felt you began to clench around him, and so he decided to slide his free hand down to rub around your sensitive clit. You could feel his rhythm become more erratic by the second, with you clenching furiously around him trying to hold back your orgasm and prolong the delicious encounter. Seeking for his release, he used one of his legs to push in between yours and slide your feet on the ground to spread them further open.

The mere gesture caused another muffled moan and you threw your head back. You were able to see yourself on the lavatory mirror, the whimpering mess you had become, and the focused, pleased expression that he had on his face. His fingers quickened the pace “Don’t push yourself for me, sweetheart, show me how good I’m making you feel.” he ordered against your ear; he leaned forward and landed a sweet kiss to your cheek, his hips never giving yours a second of rest. You snapped yours in return and when one of the thrusts was particularly deep, you let your climax take over you.

He clutched the area of your mouth tighter, making his best to push back most of the long moan that you let out. His hips began to lower his speed and his hand moved away from your face. “You still haven’t come.” you whispered trying to do your best to keep yourself propped onto your elbows.

“I’m close.” he answered as he straightened his back. He watched how his member entered and exited you, and the mere sight was making him even more excited “Can you behave for a little?” he mentioned referring to your sounds. You turned around to give him an eager nod and he responded with a smile. “Or perhaps you should let your voice out, so everyone out there can know how good I can treat you.”

You opened your mouth to answer, and in that instant his hands gripped your hips once again to snap your hips into his. You bit down on your bottom lip, hard, to avoid letting your wince come out. His thrusts went back to the original pace, and you could feel yourself just bouncing against the counter, your hands gripping the marble for dear life. His hands squeezed your ass tightly, pulling them back and forth to meet his rhythm. His member began to throb inside you, and you could feel him getting closer. “Inside.” you let out as you turned back to look at him “I want you to fill me up, Aaron” you whispered in between quiet moans.

Your expression was so erotic he couldn’t help himself. His hands gripped tighter on your already reddened rear, and they held your hips in position for his cock to slide all the way in, letting you feel the sensation of being filled up with his cum. You whimpered loudly and allowed him, slightly weak at the overstimulation he had accidentally caused.

He leaned forward to grab one of the paper towels before sliding out of you, his hand pressing it against your entrance to prevent his seed from dripping out on the floor. “We should clean you up.” he mentioned, suddenly very aware of what, and where, he had done.

“I can take care of it.” you said with a gentle smile that made his heart skip a beat.

“After we go out, please go back to your room and put something underneath.” he said almost like an order.

“Yes, sir.” you answered with a purposedly innocent smile.

He nodded approvingly and turned in the direction of the door, he was planning on waiting outside to make sure no one would be there when you came out, that could cause suspicion, but before he actually exited he turned back around and gripped your face, in a blink, his lips were back on yours with such passion you would have thought round two was about to come. You responded with a gentle caress of his cheek and an opening of your mouth for his tongue to slip in once again. After a couple of seconds, he let go, and without another word he sneaked outside the bathroom. You were left dumbfounded and smitten in front of the stalls, giggling to yourself at what just had happened.

Aaron waited patiently, making sure no one would come around and try to get into the bathroom in spite of the ‘out of order’ sign that still hung from the door. After a few minutes, you came out of the room and he offered a gentle smile to welcome you back.

“Well, seems like I paid off my debt” you said jokingly. His arm folded and was offered in your direction, which you took gladly, for him to escort you back to the main hall.

“In that case, next time I can teach you some racquetball.”

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egs-n-bacon · 1 year

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Emily prentiss x afab!reader

Contains: smut, oral (reader receiving), alcohol, makeout, ???

18++

Hope you enjoy :))

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Emily Prentiss had just come to the BAU, and everyone was walking around her just because she was new. Everyone except you. She couldn't keep her eyes off you. You were so extraordinary to her that every time you made eye contact or said her name, her heart jumped in her chest.

She had offered to take you out to get a few drinks. She said she wanted to repay you for your kindness, even though she was new. You said yes, of course. How could you not she was the most amazing and beautiful woman just being around her is a blessing.

You were sitting in the corner of this moderately dingy, dive bar. It was nice though, you enjoyed being around her. You were both laughing over eachothers stories. You had never met someone like her.

Your table was littered with empty glasses, and you could feel your eyelids becoming relaxed. Honestly, she was kinda a lightweight. She was always beautiful, but she looked especially gorgeous under the dim light of the bar.

As the night started to pass by, you both knew that when you two left, you would be leaving with each other. That's how you got to where you are now, pushed against your apartment door. Your legs were wrapped around her waist. she was passionately kissing you, her warm, soft lips pressing into yours. You never wanted to leave this moment.

When she parted her lips from yours, you let out a whine of dismay, already missing her mouth on yours. She asked you where your bedroom was, to which you pointed to the room across from where you two were standing. She grabbed your thighs, her hands pushing into your soft plush flesh. You could feel the heat bubbling inside you.

The walk to your bedroom was awkward but worth it. She struggled to open the door with your lips still crashing into hers. She tossed you on the bed carefully. You pulled yourself up to the top of the bed. Your back now against the headboard. You were staring at her, and she peeled off her shirt. She is a beautiful sight, her cheeks were slightly tinged, her hair messy.

You started to undress as well, taking off your shirt and pants, leaving you in your underwear. She looked as if she was studying you, but she snapped out of it and joined you on the bed. She put both of her hands on your bare waist. She placed her face in your neck, kissing and sucking from the bottom of your chin to the top of your shoulder. Whatever lipstick she had on after kissing your lips was now on your neck. Breathy moans pushed past your lips. After hearing the noise, you could feel Emily grining against your neck.

Emily reached under your back and uncliped your bra. The steady breeze of the room hitting your chest. She began to kiss down your neck, light pillowy kisses caressing your skin. Each kiss left a small patch of heat. You started to become impation and needy, quiet whines left your throat, your chest quivering.

She reached just above your pelvis, lifting herself up to look at you. Still looking at you, she hooked her hands under panties, pulling them down past your thighs, then past your ankles. Emily put her hand in between your knees, gently pulling them apart. She ducked her head into your thighs, planting small pecks on your inner thigh. You were whining and practically begging with your eyes.

She kissed her way up your thighs before reaching your gushing core. She pulled you closer before taking a slow, tentative lick in between your folds. A groan came out of your throat, the feeling sending waves of pleasure through your body. Solely acting on this pleasure, you wrapped your hand in her brunette locks, pulling them lightly. She let out a small gasp, enjoying the sensation.

Her tongue started to glide over your clit, pressing on it moderately. Gasps and groans fell from your lips, filling the room.

She continued to lick in between your folds and dart her tongue across you clit. Your leg started to shake slightly, just then she snaked her hand up into your core. She pushed two fingers into your opening. She pushed them in and out at a fast pace. You could feel a knot grow in your stomach, getting closer and closer to your release. She continued to put pressure on your clit with her tounge.

You started to moan louder, high-pitched whines leaving your throat. Your legs started to tremble around her head. You felt the knot in your stomach grow and grow until your release washed over you, waves upon waves of pleasure rolling through your body. Gasps and pants were falling from your lips.

When your body started to calm down, your breath evening. You felt the bed sink in next to you. You turned on your side, looking into her eyes, she was smiling. Even in this moment of passion and affection, she was still the kindest woman.

You rolled over to her, holding yourself above her naked body. You were planning to return the favor, but when you looked down, her eyes were closed. You could still smell the alcohol on her breath. You pulled the comforter over both of you naked bodies, warming yourself up. You shut your eyes and went to sleep knowing that you would deal with all of this tomorrow.

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This took way too long tbh, but I got it done so...

Anyways, hope you enjoyed :))

#emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x you #criminal minds smut #crimnal minds #wlw smut #x afab reader #x reader #fanfiction #criminal minds fluff

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anika-ann · 2 years

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Love on the Brain - part 1

Ch1: Red Alert

Type: MCU x Criminal Minds crossover series

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word Count: 3700

Summary: Finding out Steve has a stalker is some seriously bad news... but then it gets worse.

Series masterlist

Warnings: series includes criminal behaviour such as stalking or kidnapping; graphic violence, gun violence; (mentions of) death; allusions to dub-con; possible PTSD and flashbacks; sexual innuendos and foul language. Loads of fluff and teasing. I’m covering my bases here to make sure - probably sounds worse than it is. If you’re interested in specific warnings for individual chapters, let me know.

A/N: divider by @firefly-graphics; for non-CM readers - it is customary to start an episode with a quote, I shall keep up the good habit :)

“Humble souls are fearful of their own strength.”

William Gurnall

Tony Stark was without doubt a genius.

As you found out on multiple occasions – and today was apparently set to become another – he was also a douche.

Heading straight for Stark’s office, you practically forced Steve to shoot a text to Natasha to join you as well; because you meant what you said: Ironman and Black Widow, at least.

If you were contemplating making a phone call to people who would have much better insight than the Russian spy and a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, douche, no one needed to know just yet.

Because they would think you were crazy; even more than they were thinking now.

You presented the photos to Steve’s friends – dare to say your own, even if they were more of acquaintances still, your relationship with them not nearly as tight as with Steve – and earned yourself dubious looks.

And naturally, that was exactly what Steve was looking for: a confirmation.

A confirmation that you were freaking out over nothing.

He wouldn’t say it to your face – he was too kind for that and he was too well-aware you had every reason to have a ‘screwed’ view on this – but it was obvious that it was what he was thinking all along and had only played along from your sake. For you to have a peace of mind.

Which was very thoughtful of him; and you wanted to very thoughtfully smack some sense into him before his stalker did it for you.

The haunting dead eyes of a man who had initially dismissed potential threat too followed your every move; and you were not inclined to add another pair or stormy irises to them.

Steve cleared his throat, gaze flickering between you and equally doubtful friends.

“So, we can all agree it’s a bit of a problem, but I honestly don’t think-“

“Steve, you have a stalker,” you jumped in, grinding your teeth when you heard him take it lightly, again, as the four of your stood around the table with the pictures splattered all over it. “I’m not sure I care what you think just this once.”

Steve’s eyebrows flew nearly into his hairline at your brisk tone.

Good for him.

“Don’t you think you might be exaggerating a bit, Squirt?” Tony asked, eyebrows raised as well, one corner of his mouth up too. Damn, that smirk of his irritated the hell out of you. “I mean, yes, it’s creepy, but it’s probably just some chic who wanted a pic of him. Do you know how many Cap girls are there?”

“Well, it’s not great this chic knows where he lives…” Natasha opposed gently in support, despite her stance clearly saying you were making bigger deal of this than necessary.

But at least she wasn’t dismissing it, unlike someone. At least she used her brain.

“Okay, fair. But still-“

“Tony, you can’t honestly think this is some chic who wanted a pic of Steve,” you spat his own words back at him, sarcasm dripping from every single syllable. “There’s 23 pictures! Pictures of Steve from various places. Whoever took them, they’ve been following him around, quite stealthily I might add---- and for all we know, there could be more than one of them, whoever they are.”

“I hear you, but-“

“No buts! They’ve been following him around, taking pictures of him, they know where he lives and he didn’t even notice. None of us did,” you argued, getting worked up by the second.

Surely they weren’t so stupid? How could they—how could Tony think this was just an excited fan? Christ, this was absurd.

And the little light on his Stark’s watch blinking for almost a minute now notifying him about god-knew what was really getting on your nerves too, reminding you that Tony Stark was probably too busy to care about something as insignificant as his friend being in grave danger.

“The fact alone that we missed it should ring some serious alarm bells. But then the note? Not worthy – what does that even mean? We have no idea! That’s not a crazy fan, Tony. The crazy fan you have in mind sends naughty pics, a love letter, their underwear for god’s sake-!“

“Ew.”

“They have been known to be delivered to the Tower mail, yes,” Tony confirmed with a grimace.

“This is a stalker,” you insisted, imploring gaze set on the supposed genius who still refused to get on board.

In search for help, you moved your gaze to Natasha and then to Steve who stood by your side, arms crossed. He was frowning now and you could practically hear the wheels in his head turning as he thought hard.

Perhaps he would finally realize you were right.

“Alright,” Steve spoke at last, relaxing his defensive stance a little, turning to face you more. “You’re providing enough arguments, I’m convinced.”

Thank God.

You had no idea what exactly caused the change but you were not to question it.

“But even so, I can deal with a stalker. I’m not exactly a normal target, I’m a supersoldier.”

Spoke too soon.

You breathed in and out, slowly, to calm yourself and find the right words.

“Sure you are, Steve. But we don’t know what we’re dealing with. This might as well be a warning – that person might be saying I’m watching you. I know things about you. And we don’t know what their motivation is,” you argued.

With a sigh Steve’s shoulders fell, his eyes roaming your face. And damn, was it driving you crazy as he was watching you with that damn concern, concern for you instead of him-

Your gaze flickered to the photos on the table. Bingo.

“Plus, if not for you, it’s important to find whoever took these pictures for the women in the photos. They might be in danger too,” you added quickly, knowing not only that this would work, but also that you were right.

Just because you were more focused on Steve, it didn’t mean you didn’t give a damn about other people. It was less likely, but the women could be a target too.

“She’s got a point,” Natasha chimed in and you shot her a small grateful smile, throwing your hand her direction.

“Thank you!”

Finally someone who understood. You could kiss her at the moment, really.

“…I hate when you’re right,” Steve sighed.

Your smile widened as you patted his bicep lightly. “I know, GG.”

He glared at you, unimpressed; but when you let your hand rest on his arm instead, squeezing lightly to remind him you were doing this because you cared, not because you wanted to make him miserable, his expression softened, large palm covering yours.

From the corner of your eye, you noticed Natasha and Tony exchanging a meaningful look, but you ignored it, just like the fact Bruce Banner was quickly approaching the automatic glass door, a file in his hand.

“Okay then,” Steve hummed, squeezing your hand before releasing it and leaning his palms against the desk. “Let’s focus on the women first. I don’t think I’m in any real danger-“

“Uhm, whatever it is you three are talking about,” Doctor Banner interjected as he had just entered, frowning harder when he noticed the pictures, “you might want to rethink that statement. Do you ever check your messages, Tony?”

Tony rolled his eyes, tapping absentmindedly on his watch to dismiss the blinking light.

Steve sighed, probably knowing that the answer to Banner’s question was no; but he seemed intrigued by the way the scientist rushed in.

You just fought the nausea that hit you when Bruce’s words punched you straight to your gut; even if you agreed.

“What’s that now?”

“The interns have been taking stock in the past week,” Banner replied hesitantly, talking more to Tony than anybody else despite Steve being the one to ask.

“Yeah…? Yeah. I knew that.”

Sure thing, Tones.

“There’s… uhm, there’s… something missing.”

The sentence itself said little next to nothing; Bruce’s significant look to Tony however, spoke volumes.

It took the billionaire a few seconds, but then the change was instant. His face turned paler, all cockiness vanishing as his gaze flickered between Steve and Bruce, that genius brain racing thousand miles a minute.

“And by something, you mean…”

“The bullets, yes.”

“Fuck.”

The remaining trio of you, Steve and Natasha watched the exchange intently, looking between the two scientists with no avail.

Was that a code for something?

Or did someone actually steal some bullets? More importantly, why were they so bothered about it?

Tony’s usual nothing-can-touch-me-cause-I-have-no-heart face showed signs of worry. Tony Stark worrying was worrisome, to be frank.

--no, take that back; he looked guilty.

Oh god, what?

“…what am I missing here?” you asked, suspicion rising with every second of silence between Tony and Bruce.

“I’m missing it too,” Steve hummed, crossing his arms on his chest again.

Tony licked his lips, exchanging another silent conversation with Bruce.

“They need to know. Apparently,” Bruce added, eyes straying to the table.

Steve’s photos. Missing bullets. Was there a connection?

You hoped not. Even if there was, you couldn’t fathom it. Because the easiest connection seemed to absurd to even think it, no?

Tony cleared his throat, his mask of confidence slipping back on. Just because of that, you already knew that whatever he was about to say was going to skyrocket your blood pressure.

Nevertheless, you promised yourself you wouldn’t yell – because that wouldn’t help anyone, right?

Except maybe you.

You took a deep breath, bracing yourself.

“Alright, before you eat us alive, little miss firecracker, I’d like to remind everyone that aliens have invaded Earth before-“

“Tony…”

“-and one of them knew how to control minds so… you know,“ Tony smirked humourlessly, vaguely gesturing with his hands as if his words would make more sense then. “We aren’t exactly unreasonable here.”

Steve remained silent as you were beginning to understand; but Natasha was faster to put one and one together.

“Tony, tell me you didn’t,” she demanded, voice ominous.

Tony just shrugged and grimaced again.

“Look, he’s not Barton, okay. Even our resident Robin Hood made quite a mess. And Rogers would be a lot harder to contain, serum and all that.”

A lot harder to contain?

Sure, you were familiar with what happened during the Battle of New York, you joined shortly after and you heard all about it, including Clint being mind-controlled and earning himself a very hard blow to the head to snap him out of it, but…

What the heck did Tony mean by ‘contain’?

“Tony… what exactly did you do?” you asked, menacing as you straightened your posture.

Slowly, you were constructing an image from the keywords you heard – and it was a nasty one.

You didn’t think you could keep your promise; you were about to yell. Because you could feel the pressure inside you building astronomically fast.

“We developed, uhm, well, let’s call them modified bullets that would help us contain Capsicle just in case-“

“I beg your fucking pardon,” you hissed.

Your blood felt both icy cold and nearly boiling, brain short-circuiting. He did what again?

“Look, he’s the muscle okay!” Tony justified himself, raising his hands up defensively. “We just added a modified neurotransmitter-“

“Which could technically stop his heart-” Bruce chimed in silently, his words colouring the edges of your vision red.

“Not helping, Banner-“

“The fuck did you just say?” you whispered, sounding surprisingly calm.

Scarily calm, you supposed. The calm before the storm.

Anyone with a single shred of reason would have kept quiet, waited with batted breath.

And yet, Tony had the audacity to open his mouth again, even as you were still processing the incomprehensible grand reveal.

“Oh come on, don’t look at me like I’m the bad guy here! It’s not like it’s not justified! I wasn’t alone to do this. And we have an antidote ready too, they didn’t take that, so we’re fine-“

“YOU INVENTED BULLETS TO KILL STEVE SPECIFICALLY AND HAVE THE AUDACITY TO SAY IT’S FUCKING FINE?!” you shrieked, voice jumping an octave and about forty decibels up as you did so.

Every single person in the room winced, including you, but fuck it.

This was a nightmare. A nightmare you were about to wake up from any second, any second, because there was no way Tony and Bruce were that daft and then let someone steal such thing, Christ--- not this wasn’t real, silence never lasted that long in a fight either, this wasn’t-

Steve cleared his throat loudly.

“Well,” he started, levelling Tony with a disappointed and yet somehow compassionate glare. “He didn’t say kill. Clearly, they are meant to incapacitate and I hate to say it, but… he’s got a point, actually. It’s understandable-“

Your heart skipped a startled beat as your head snapped back to Steve.

He was kidding. He must have been.

“Understandable? How is that understandable? Did you not just hear him?” you questioned incredulously, gesturing to Banner to prove your point.

“Banner’s overselling it,” Tony sighed wearily. “The chance of a cardiac arrest is like 10% and only if he’s hit in-“

The change of a cardiac arrest within you in the next five seconds was around 89%, violent shudder composed of horror and rage shaking your spine.

“That’s still 10% too many, don’t you think?! Are you crazy? What if someone got their hands on--- oh wait. They already HAVE!”

The satisfaction of proving your point was rather bittered by the fact that the worst-case scenario was already happening.

Not only Steve had a stalker – he possibly had a stalker with bullets designed to shoot him dead.

You felt an icy fist squeeze your heart at the mere prospect, the image empty eyes of every single person you had sworn and failed to protect before flooding your mind; the warm browns of Kyle Meyers right at the front.

You couldn’t even imagine—you could not have Steve add to the sea of people, you wouldn’t-

“I know, goddammit! But look, if--- if these two things are connected and if it’s a stalker obsessed with taking pictures of him, they have a crush on Steve here, right?” Tony babbled, trying to save the situation. “So they’re not gonna use it. They’re probably-“

“Not all stalkers have a crush on their target!” you exploded again, fist hitting the table and making things rattle.

You didn’t give a damn. You were seething.

How could they be so stupid? How could they even invent such thing? How could they not guard it with their lives once they had?

“We don’t even know for sure these are related. And if they are related, the unsub could be holding Steve on a pedestal and the moment he doesn’t live up to the image the unsub has about him – or the moment they reveal themselves and he rejects them – it’s a game fucking over! Not to mention the bullets might be the more important thing for them! The photos might as well be a threat following the theft! Do you really not see the immense danger you put him into?!”

You were employed by idiots.

The smartest idiots the world had ever known and they just happened to join forces with a reckless punk you had the misfortune to fall for.

Goddammit, you should have never transferred, at least Hotch knew what he was doing most of the time.

The moment Steve chose interrupt your furious thoughts and speak again – a sarcastic “I’m still here, you know.” – Tony tilted his head, curious. “Unsub?”

Really?? That was what he took from your speech?

God, you were going to strangle him.

“Unknown subject,” Natasha muttered absent-mindedly, “it’s a term used-“

“You put his life at crazy risk!” you interrupted, because clearly Tony’s skull was simply that thick. Genuis your ass. And a fucking hypocrite. “You think Steve could be dangerous if someone messed with his mind? Fair enough then! Where’s your bullet, Antony? Or Banner’s for that matter?”

“We’re actually working on Bruce’s... And are we on the full first names thing now?”

“We are if you’re being an idiot!” you snapped, hitting the table again, feeling your blood boil because his cockiness and his lack of conscience was just.

So.

Fucking.

Irritating.

A rough yet tender hand covered your fist, making your hand twitch, unfairly unbothered voice reaching your ears.

“Come on now, there’s no need for insults. We can discuss the need or lack of need for those bullets later. What’s done is done. We need to focus, be rational. Let’s take a breather, calm down a bit.”

The moment the words left Steve’s lips, he looked like he wanted to take them back. Your hand slipped from under his as you stood chest to chest with him, face to face – even if you were looking up to do so.

“There’s a stalker out there with bullets that could kill you – as in bullets that are more likely to kill you than any other. I’m sure as hell not gonna calm down. How are you so calm?” you accused him, angrily stabbing your index finger into his right pec.

You were furious you were the only one taking this matter really seriously even now.

Did they not read papers? Did they not know the statistics on even normal stalking cases?

You knew Steve was brave, hell, he was the bravest and strongest person you knew, but there was someone out there for blood, his blood and he— oh.

Oh.

You were such an idiot.

Of course he wasn’t concerned as much as he should.

He was always reckless about his safety. He was a supersoldier after all. Dumb, arrogant man with serum coursing through his veins-!

“How would you feel if it was someone else on the team in such danger?” you whispered, voice levelled as you looked up, knowing you hit the nail on the head when you saw his expression falter.

How would you feel if it was me? was left unspoken, but Steve heard it.

And the truth was he’d punch Tony in his face already, more than once, hoping some blood would smear that cocky grin of his.

But you didn’t know that.

Just like he didn’t know that you killed Tony in ten different ways in your head already, because he endangered the life of someone you loved. And was being a dick about it.

“…point taken,” Steve murmured simply.

Good. Finally.

It seemed it was a good time to start calling the shots now that you were on the same page.

“Good. You’re gonna sit on your ass and not take a single step out of this building,” you said slowly, touching your fingertip to his chest as did so, gentler this time, then moved onto Nat. “You are gonna make sure he’s not wandering off.”

And lastly, you shot a stern, downright murderous glare at Bruce and Tony – because seriously, what the hell was wrong with them.

“You two are going to fix it and get the antidote right now. Understood?”

The fact no one dared to joke and say yes captain or a similarly obnoxious thing would be a victory if it wasn’t a testament to how bad the situation was.

With a huff, you spun on your heels, stalking away.

“And you?” you heard Tony called after you, inclined not to give him the answer.

But Steve deserved to know. And maybe Natasha.

You replied without bothering to even falter in your step.

“I’m gonna call in the reinforcements.”

As you left the room, you regretted that the doors were automatic and you couldn’t slam them to let out some steam; you truly truly wanted to hit something. It seemed a dial icon on your phone would have to do.

The door slowly closed behind you, leaving the four Avengers slightly dumbfounded by your dramatic exit.

“Reinforcements? What reinforcements? We got this… we’re the Avengers. There’s no such things as reinforcements for us.”

“Try saying reinforcements one more time,” Natasha peeped silently towards Tony, a poor attempt at lightening the atmosphere.

The corners of Steve’s lips twitched despite the circumstances, while Tony shot the redhead a glare.

“Har, har. But seriously. Where did miss firecracker go?”

Despite the confusion in the room, Steve sighed – because he understood what you meant.

He didn’t like the situation one bit, he was going to have words with Tony after this mess was over, but he had enough reason to see that at the moment, it was not the time – and that Tony and Banner were not completely wrong in their efforts.

He wasn’t sure reinforcements were needed, but he understood your need to at least try. Because unlike Tony, Steve was conscious of the fact he hadn’t seen half the terror you had, at least not of the same kind.

Steve was used to dealing with unspeakable crimes that human hands could do, had seen rivers of blood and he had scars, physical and mental to prove it; but your previous job had had you see the horrors of the human mind. And the images left scars just as deep as his.

Steve didn’t like this, but he understood that for you, it must have been hundred times worse. And he had enough self-awareness to see that had it been you in the same danger he potentially was, he would order every single agent working under the Avengers Initiative not to get a minute of a shuteye until you were safe again.

So frankly, your plan to call reinforcements was only natural.

“I think she’s going to call her old team,” he said simply, only earning a puzzled and offended look from Tony.

“Didn’t she used to work for FBI? I mean, seriously? She’s gonna call in the FBI to help the Avengers? That’s like brining a knife to a gunfight… and I mean, both the guns and the knife are on the same side and the other side has guns too-“

“Great analogy, really, Stark,” Natasha praised him, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“It’s a specialized unit,” Steve explained, only earning a frown.

“Specialized in what?”

“Human behaviour,” Natasha spoke this time, clearly having done her research on you.

Or perhaps Steve wasn’t the only one you confided in, at least on the basics. He wasn’t the sole owner of the right to know important things about you after all; as much as privileged he felt when he thought he was.

“Huh?”

“Profilers, Tony,” Steve sighed, glancing after your retreating figure as you turned corner, phone on your ear. “She’s gonna try to bring in profilers.”

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Y/N (COUGH MY OC COUGH COUGH HACKS UP BLOOD) yelling at Reid for being “just some dumb burn out loser, that’s only good trait is knowing to much” because he called them out for having a “class clown complex and attitude problem”

(IE: making themselves a joke, and using their overblown ego as a way to cover up there deep insecurities…angle dust coded…ggrr…)

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Breaking Seasons

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HELLO and welcome to the book before we begin this is a Spencer reid x y/n reader book. She/her pronouns however you can change thing to your liking.This book is based in the land of criminal minds so if you've watched it some things hit hard just be aware. Chapters containing graphic info such as smut or active severe violence will be labeled as such.If you want short blurbs or story's please feel free to follow my tumblr page where more content for you to read will be. You can also view this story on my Wattpad for more dexterity.

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Cw- violence, mature language and speak, gore, eventual smut, fluff, angst, abuse, childhood trauma, sexual themes, vewier discretion is advised.

Summary- When y/n takes her sick friends criminology class to take notes in the winter, she meets the guest speaker, BAU-FBI agent Spencer reid. After getting to know more about each other due to a college school related case, that ends up involving y/n herself, they naught just have each to keep warm.

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Icy and winter day last nights snow fall taking a toll on the campus. Cars covered in blankets of white powder, other students and member slipping and spilling their morning Starbucks, and student being late to class as the outside campus dorms were snowed in. But in your case attending a class for your sick friend. You enter the room sitting where she would normally sit.

"Please please please take my criminology classes for the week there's a guest speaker from the fbi and I need the notes" she begs you coughing up a storm after making you go soft and say yes.

Waiting for the class to start your phone buzzes. A text bubble from your friend that reads,

'Thank you so much! I owe you one'

Causes you to roll your eyes.

The door of the room open and the so called "guest" walks in along with two other agents and what you assume to be the usual professor. All the girls gasp a fawn of the African American man who's beefier than the long term gym teacher and what seems to be the entire team.

"Hello everyone my name is SSA Derek Morgan, and this is SSA Jennifer Jareau, And that there is Dr. Spencer Reid. We're ver pleased to be here to talk to you about the BAU and what we do as profiler accept reid here will do all the talking."

Derek steps back as him and Jennifer wave and leave along with the professor leaving some girls sighing in disappointment.

"hi I'm Spencer readier you can call me doctor, or dr Reid, or Dr Spencer, or um...anyway I'll be teaching your class for the next week. I started the Bau when I was 21 although I wasn't aloud in the field until 22, I'm currently 25 and I live by myself in Quantico Virginia, I have an eidetic memory and can read 20 thousand words per-minute so if you could go around and tell me your names, age and major that would be great." He smiles putting his hands together.

A guy named Matt goes first and the train begins for a god 5-10 minutes leading up to you. You debate on telling them your real name or using your friends name but it doesn't take long before all eyes are in you and your snapped out of your thoughts by the person next to you nudging your leg.

"And you are?" Spencer asks looking up moving his hair behind his ear.

"I'm y/n l/n I'm 23 and my major is astrobiology." You answer

Spencer frowns. Confused as everyone else before you had said criminology or something to do in the subject of Fbi workings.

"Astrobiology? The study of stars and outer earth?" He asks baffled somehow.

"Yes. Oh I'm not actually I'm this class I'm just attending for my friend, Mave Donovan she's majoring in biochem and forensics she's sick so I'm here taking notes until..she um recovers." you suddenly set conscious as everyone stares at you.

"It's nice to meet you" he says you nod the next person goes releasing some stress.

The entire class you took notes barley looking up and just listening when it came time for classes end you collected your belongings and got up following the others out unknowingly leaving your book behind. Most days you watch tv or play games in your phone or iPad but you picked up a book at the library one days and now you can't put it down.

Half way across the campus to your car you feel a tad bit empty. Looking around yourself and in your bag,

"Shit." The word leave your mouth ushering you to leave with urgency back to the room. Rushing back to the door it opens abruptly. You step back quickly slipping on stray ice only to be grabbed back up into the Dr Spencer reid.

"I'm sorry!" You both say

"Sorry I didn't realize anyone was out here."

"Yeah no...I left my book I just came back to get it."

"You alright?" He asks

"Slippery." You reply and pull back from him.

"By any chance is this it?" He asks holding up the copy of Romeo and Juliet.

"Yeah, yes thank you." You say taking it and placing it in your bag.

"Romeo an juliet Hm?" He says

"Yeah I'm not actually one for reading but I saw it in the library and couldn't resist."

"It was among Shakespeare's most popular plays during his lifetime and, along with Hamlet" he says

You smile awkwardly and nod.

"Good to know" you reply.

There's a small shared silence between you two before you speak up at the buzz of your phone.

"Sorry I'm gonna get going I'm parked at the quarter lot it's a bit of a walk." You say

"M-mind if I walk with you I've parked there as well." He replies. You shake your head No and begin your walk with him to the lot once again.

"So what exactly does the bau do?" You ask

"BAU stands for behavioral analysis unit we used to be the BSU behavioral science unit but not anymore, its part of the ncbac the National center for analysis of violent crime which is also part of the cirg, critical incident response group, and um..im r-rambling I'm sorry."He apologizes and rubs his nape.

"No, it's alright, it was interesting." You reply which makes him smile.

"U-um im a profiler. I profile people based on what murder they commit. I can see things others can't or would like to see. I study their patterns, behavior."

"You can tell everything about someone by looking at them then" you say

"N-no well hmm?" He thinks you giggle

"Do me." You say and stop. He turns to you.

"Well then doctor...profile me." You reply holding your bag strap.

"Mm well i'm not as good as Arron hotcher, my boss, but um...i can tell you have a cat by the fur on your scarf." He says

"It's too easy to guess something else."

"Okay by the way you wanted to get back to your car so quickly before I can tell you don't live on campus or in a dorm and you probably own a car that is on the more expensive side." He says. You nod and smile.

"And yet I can tell that you have no pets although you wish you wanted one but you can't because of how often you travel." You say

"Well done." He smiles "you could be a profiler."

You shake your head no and look back up at him once again looking down again.

"Again but try harder." You say he nods and observes you as your foot moves around in the snow below you.

"Alright...you live alone, and you have for 4 years, your drawing in the snow with you foots which means you have siblings and played with them every winter, your not fond of eye contact because you keep looking down, it's due to a previous relationship between a parent who abused that privilege to look you in the eyes. By the way your phone is buzzing and you keep ignoring it. I assume it's a significant other...or ex that you don't want to see or talk to." He says waiting for your response.

You chuckle. Beginning to walk again.

"So...that's what you do." You reply

He frowns.

"You talk a lot," you smile at him.

He chuckles and you continue your walk to the lot. After reaching it you find that you're conveniently parked next to each other. His a Prius yours, a GTR.

"You were right Dr Reid about the cat, the car, the parents, the ex." You say.

"What about siblings?" He asks you to press your car key to start it up to make sure it's warm.

"My sister...passed away when we were 14." You reply.

"Sorry." He says you shake your head. "It's alright," you say, putting your bag in your car.

"Will I see you monday?" He asks

"I have to take notes." You say and get in, putting on your seat belt and driving off.

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Unexpected Turns: Chapter 13

Author’s Note: I was going to post this about two weeks ago, but Roe V Wade was very sadly overturned. Since I’m pro-choice, it felt a bit insensitive to post something like this. So if this isn’t your cup of tea because of everything going on currently, I completely understand.

Content Warning(s): Pregnancy, childbirth (if you want to skip that section it's after the third banner and it ends right before the fourth banner), small mention of amniotic fluid

Word Count: 3.8k

Chapter 13: My Little Love

The contractions started late into the night. Spencer was already fast asleep, and you couldn’t get comfortable for the life of you. You were finally asleep when you felt the contractions. At first, they were brushed off as Braxton-Hicks just like last week when you had thought you were going into labor. You were currently a week from your due date, and you couldn’t wait to not be pregnant anymore. You were done with your swollen feet that you could no longer see, and you were finally excited to meet your baby.

When another wave of contractions crashed into you, they felt different from before. You decided to get up and walk around a bit, but when you stood up gravity took hold. You stood for a second in shock thinking “Did my water just break?” You sit on the foot of the bed trying to catch your breath before you lean over and slightly squeeze Spencer’s calf muscle. You try to shake his leg slightly and call out to him to wake him up. Once he wakes up, he shoots up and realizes you were at the bottom of the bed.

“Is everything alright?” He asks before rubbing his eyes and reaching for his glasses.

“I think I’m going into labor, like for real this time,” you say, your voice wobbling for a bit.

“Okay, okay, uhhh-” he mutters to himself before getting up and turning on the bedroom light.

You try to breathe through the aftermath of your contractions as Spencer rushes back over to you.

“How about we count the length of the contractions and the time in between to determine how quickly we need to go to the hospital,” Spencer says, sitting down next to you before he begins rubbing your back.

You rock back and forth as he tries to relieve some lower back pain you’re having. The both of you end up sitting on the edge of the bed working out your plans for an hour as Spencer times your contractions and the time in between them.

“You have fifteen minutes between your contractions. We can take more time if you want,” he says, obviously nervous. He laces his fingers into yours, and you lean your head on his shoulder, thinking about your options.

“I’m going to take a shower, and we’ll go. I should probably call JJ and my mom.”

“Okay, I’m going to grab our hospital bags out of the nursery. If you need me, just shout,” he says, giving you a kiss before helping you up off the bed.

On the way to the hospital, Spencer is clearly more shaken up than you. For some reason, as you had stepped out of the shower, you felt completely calm, which you never had anticipated before. Your mom, JJ, and other people in your life who had a baby said that once they had gone into labor they were pretty calm. You thought you’d be too stressed, but you weren’t. Other than the unnerving pain you felt, cloud your brain a bit, your head was completely clear. Once you got cleaned up, you checked in the nursery to make sure everything was ready for when everyone came home from the hospital. Looking around at the gorgeous nursery that you and Spencer worked so hard to complete, it gave you a sense of peace. Almost as if it was the physical embodiment of all the love and dedication the both of you had already poured into a baby who wasn’t even here yet.

Spencer, on the other hand, was a bit of a wreck. Logically, he knew everything was fine. Based on your contractions and the time it would take to get to the hospital, you guys would get there in plenty of time. All of that information and statistics he had retained throughout your pregnancy, also made him think about all the rare chances of things that could go wrong. He never wanted to think of the absolute worst, so instead, he would peek over his book, that he was pretending to be engrossed in, from the living room. He was staring straight into the nursery from the couch as you folded a few of the newborn baby clothes and stacked diapers and wipes in the drawers beneath the changing table. You weren’t privy to the fact that Spencer was a nervous wreck, you had just thought he was reading a bit while waiting for you.

When you finally walked into the living room he felt a bit more relieved. He got you down to the car which already had the car seat sitting in the back ready. You couldn’t tell if he was shaky and nervous because he barely ever drives or if it’s because you’re in labor, most likely a mix of both.

You just had ended your phone call with JJ and you had already called your mom. JJ is stopping by your apartment to make sure everything is put together one last time because you’re a bit nervous. Your mom had to quickly rebook her flight, and you feel a bit bad because she’s been going back and forth so often to see you. You assume it’s in attempts to fix the broken relationship the two of you had when you moved out here, and you do appreciate the effort.

“While we're waiting in traffic why don’t we finalize our favorite baby names. I have a feeling we won’t know for sure until they’re finally here, and I can see them though,” you said.

“I've been thinking about Atlas for a boy, and for a girl I really like the name Hazel,” Spencer says with a wholesome grin painted on his face, almost as if he was recalling a memory. You tried thinking of where either name had come from that would elicit a reaction like that, but you couldn’t quite remember.

“I love the name, Lillian. I feel like the nickname Lilly is so cute, but Lillian could fit the baby later in life,” you said, reading through a long list of names you were trying to shorten.

“What about a boy's name or a more gender-neutral name?” He asks, looking over at you quickly.

“Well, I like the name Oliver for a boy, but I think it’s a bit overused. I really like the name, Channing. It makes me think of a girl who I went to school with who was super sweet, but it also makes me think of the actor,” you say.

“Who?” Spencer asks.

You take a moment to laugh to yourself because how do you explain the movie ‘Magic Mike’ to Spencer right now. You quickly think of a movie that he may have possibly seen.

“Have I ever had you watch ‘She’s the Man’ with me?”

“No,” he says, thinking for a second.

“Okay, we can watch it when we get home,” you say with a small laugh.

Once you get settled into your hospital room, you are already seven centimeters dilated. Nurses bounced back and forth, coming to check up on you often. With your baby coming only a week early there wasn’t much to worry about, but with the recent stress that has just now dissipated your blood pressure was a bit too high for their liking. You got an epidural and when the pain was finally relieved, all you could feel was the pressure and the baby's movement, and you were so thankful. Even though the epidural gave you the jitters, which apparently was more common than you thought. Spencer sits beside you and rubs your shoulders as you eat ice chips early in the morning.

It’s around ten am by the time you are fully dilated and ready to deliver. At this point, you’re so thankful for getting an epidural. Spencer was able to hold your hand and help you the entire way. He helped brush your hair out of your face and told you how good you were doing.

The nurses and the obstetrician helping to deliver your baby were also super encouraging. You were glad that earlier on in your pregnancy Spencer had pushed for you to find what hospital you wanted to have your baby at. You can see how it’s now to your benefit, even though it wasn’t the closest hospital to you.

When the doctor tells you one last push, you’re out of breath and exhausted. When you stop, you can feel a little movement. For a split second, the entire world feels like it’s come to a halt and anticipation builds, before a tiny cry erupts into the room.

“It’s a boy!” You hear a small shout from one of the nurses just before she sets the crying little baby on your chest.

Spencer was beside you with a wide grin. They swiftly whisk your baby away to clean him up. Spencer looked over at you, and you shooed insisting that you were okay, and you were concerned for your baby. He walked over and peered at the tiny baby who was being swaddled in a pastel blue and white striped blanket.

It was late into the afternoon when JJ came into the hospital room with Will and Henry, who was holding her hand, trotting alongside her. Your little boy who still was missing a name was just now waking up from another nap. Spencer set the book he was reading down when he saw them walking into the room.

Your little boy opens his eyes before scrunching his face up a bit. He gives a big yawn, and you fall in love just a little more. JJ walked up to you very gently with eyes as big as saucers.

“Hi,” she drags out the ‘hi’ in a hushed tone as if she were approaching a wild animal. Too afraid to be too loud or sudden.

“Hey guys,” you respond while slightly maneuvering your son, so he could be better seen, but still comfortable and supported.

“Wow, he looks just like you,” Will chimes in, his southern drawl coming through.

“I know that’s what the nurses said,” you say, smiling proudly at your baby. Spencer comes by your side to admire the little one along with everyone else.

“Can I see?” Henry states, not being quite tall enough. In response, you scoot over slightly and pat the hospital bed. Will then helps Henry up, so he can get a good look at the newborn. Henry just ‘oohs’ and “ahhs” at your son, but he refrains from touching him, almost as if he knows how delicate and precious the newborn is.

After Henry gets a good look and everyone else makes small talk, like most children, he gets bored somewhat fast. Henry proceeds to ask for a snack and since Spencer was the only one who had money for the vending machine, Spencer, Will, and Henry all took off down the hall.

“So, I want to ask you a question,” you state.

“What is it?” JJ responds inquisitively.

“Do you want to be his godmother? You always know if anything ever happened to Henry, Spencer, and I as his godparents would always watch after him. I trust you just the same,” you say with confidence.

“Of course I do! Who's going to be his godfather?” JJ asks.

“Spencer and I talked about it and we're going to ask Morgan when he stops by later,” you respond.

The afternoon was filled with visitors, balloons, teddy bears, and bright smiles. After JJ left, Garcia and Morgan came soon after. Garcia came strutting into the room with a huge smile and a huge teddy bear and Morgan with a big smile and food. You had forgotten how late in the day it was, and you hadn’t eaten much of anything yet. Garcia was more than ready to hold the little baby and while she was occupied Morgan clapped Spencer on the back before giving you the best hug he could. That’s when you and Spencer asked whether he would be his godfather, of course, he said yes.

After Morgan held the baby for a bit, it was just about time for your son to take a nap once again. You also wanted to take a nap, but the baby was just starting to fall asleep on your chest. So you could take a nap without feeling a bit odd leaving him in the cramped bassinet next to your bed, Spencer elected to read to him. It was heartwarming to see your boys lay together. The tiny newborn curled up on his chest while Spencer got comfortable before cracking open a book.

When you woke up from a nap it was very dark outside, but Spencer was still awake with the tiny baby curled up on his chest, but instead of reading, he was admiring your son with a wholesome smile.

“This is a sight I could get used to,” you say, slightly startling him.

“I was thinking. I really like the name Atlas,” you state, smiling at the tiny baby. You glance over and see that he is reading Homer's Odyssey and that’s when the memory hits you.

Rain was slapping against the jet. With every small bump or odd movement of the jet you shivered. You never liked flying and being on a large jet like this for the first time was a bit scary. Of course, it would be your luck that in your first case you had to leave for was across the country. You were already anxious. After all, your phone was blowing up from your boyfriend because you didn’t come home yesterday. You were supposed to, but the weather was even more treacherous last night than it is right now. You were curled up in a seat while most of the team was fast asleep. The only other person awake was Spencer, who had multiple papers sprawled out on the couch.

You peak over at Spencer and his conglomeration of papers. You get up and scoot past JJ, who was fast asleep with a bag of Cheetos resting in her lap.

“Hey,” you say, sitting down next to him. He glances up at you with a shy smile. You two haven’t known each other for long, but he was always sweet from the few interactions the two of you had.

“Sorry I don’t mean to be nosy I’m just a little stressed with flying and my flying companion bailed on me,” you say with a sad laugh, in reference to JJ.

“Oh yeah, I didn’t like flying the first time either. You get used to it. If it’s the turbulence you’re worried about, we’ll be just fine. It’s very rare for a place to crash through turbulence. You know, through 1980 and 2008, the FAA reported only 234 plane crashes, public or otherwise. It’s not common enough to worry about,” he says, gathering a few of his papers before shoving them into the highly worn satchel. He pulls out a book.

“This is The Odyssey in Homeric Greek, but I’d be more than happy to translate it for you. I mean if that’s okay with you. You look like you could use a distraction,” he states.

“That would be nice,” you say with a small smile.

“Did you get that from The Odyssey?” you ask, scooting yourself back up in the bed.

“Yeah,” he says with a small smile. When he smiles at you, you know some things would never change, his smile that makes your heart soar is one of them.

“That sounds perfect,” you respond while mentally recalling the memory of when he read The Odyssey to you.

The next day, you face-timed your mom before her flight out. After breakfast, Hotch stopped by with Jack. Wanting to congratulate you and asking if there was anything either of you needed. Jack was very similar to Henry in that he was very intrigued by the baby at first, but then after a bit, he became bored. After they took off, you took the time to quickly email your dad on your phone, with pictures of your son, who finally had a name after last night.

Emily stopped by with doughnuts for you two. She had said that you were going to give everyone in the BAU baby fever because he was so adorable. She wanted to see him before she took off for a small vacation with her girlfriend Fiona. You wished her a good trip and told her to tell Fiona she said hi.

Finally, your mother arrived, and it was safe to say she was enamored with the tiny baby. She got excited to hold her grandchild.

“Ohh I can’t wait to see you all the time!” She says while rocking the infant.

“What do you mean?” You ask her with a frown on your face.

“Marcus got a job offer in Maryland, and I was looking at this beautiful house in Montgomery County,” she says with pride. You immediately want to throw yourself out the nearest window. Montgomery County, Maryland borders Virginia, and that’s a bit too close for your liking

“Mom the houses out there… I mean it’s pretty pricey,” you say.

“I know, but we’ll go half on the house. Plus, I’m not looking to live in a mansion, so what’s the harm,” she says, making faces at your baby. You just give her a silent nod before moving on to the conversation.

If you could roll your eyes anymore, you would. This was one of the biggest problems the two of you had when you were a child. She had to be the center of attention or at least take all the credit when you were the center of attention. You couldn’t tell if she was living vicariously through you or if she was just jealous. She also lived beyond her means so often, dipping into the savings account your father and her used to share. You hope she isn’t rushing with this boyfriend and moving in quickly just so she could move closer to you.

You were comfortable with her being here often or even going back home to visit her, but living so close to Virginia makes you want to roll your eyes until they fall out of your head. You just try to placate her for the time being since you don’t need an argument when she’s holding your newborn baby.

After a bit, she drops the conversation, now steering it towards more mundane and easy conversations. She does that until the baby inevitably gets hungry and when he does, she finally hands him back to you. You feed him and burp him before finding a way to politely get her to leave. You just use nap time as an excuse.

Soon after, a nurse came in and checked on you. Stating she came by earlier, but didn’t want to intrude with visitors. After she checked up on you and saw Atlas sound asleep, she said everything was fine, and you could go home tomorrow. Afterward, Spencer got in the hospital bed with you. The both of you tried watching a movie on your laptop, but you weren’t able to focus.

“What’s wrong?” Spencer says, pausing the movie.

“My mom,” you say with a huge huff. He gives you a small inquisitive expression, silently asking you to elaborate further.

“She’s just always had this thing where she butts herself into everything I do. To be honest, the only time I’ve ever had any piece was when I dated Jo because she hated him. Everything I’ve ever done is because she wanted me to do like pageants, competition dance, softball, soccer… which was only because JJ played soccer. She was all about appearances and moving to Virginia was my escape I guess,” you say with a tired look on your face.

“I’m sorry sweetheart,” he says before he kisses your temple.

The two of you sit in silence as you look over at the small baby. Spencer follows your gaze over to the infant who was sound asleep in the bassinet next to the hospital bed.

“I just want to go home,” you say.

“Me too,” he says before turning more towards you and wraps his arms snugly around you, burying your face in his chest.

In the morning you diligently signed papers as Spencer packed your bags up. He dashed down to the car to put everything in quickly. It was fair to say the both of you were antsy to get home and spend the next couple of weeks together. You feed your son as you look out the window admiring the cloudy sky as it starts to drizzle. You sit back in the hospital bed one last time and relax. You look up at the TV that was across the room, squinting your eyes to see the news coverage. When you see a familiar face, you quickly turn the sound up. It was the chief of police making a small statement about four officers being fired in relation to the “recent string of murders” as he called it, but it was so much more than that. Not wanting to upset yourself, you decided to turn it off.

After your son was finished eating, you clipped the strap back to the nursing bra and threw a hoodie you had packed on. Soon after, Spencer came back, albeit slightly out of breath, but he was back nonetheless. He helped you put Atlas into the baby carrier and put a small hat on him that Garcia crocheted herself. Two of the nurses who helped look after you guys the past two days came to quickly say goodbye and coo over the cute baby one last time.

When the two of you stepped out into the chilly air, you tucked the baby blanket from the hospital a little closer to his tiny body. You lifted your baby out of his carrier and Spencer went around to the other side of the car to put it in the back seat. You strap him into his car seat, making sure to be delicate. After you’re finished, you ask Spencer if everything looks secure, and he agrees before walking over to the driver's seat. You offered to drive, but he insisted.

You place a gentle kiss on his cheek. You were trying to say so much with a simple kiss. You were trying to convey how much you appreciate him and all of your love for him. Judging by the way he turns to look at you with wide eyes that mirror your adoration for him, he understood.

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