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capevans3000 · 1 month

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Broken Vows - Chapter 1

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A/N: This is a strange grouping for a fanfic for sure! I LOVE criminal minds and a few months ago, I re-binged-watched the whole series again for the nth time in my entire life. Of all the amazing characters, Spencer Reid definitely wins (although just by a very smalllllll fraction above Emily Prentiss for me). MGG certainly does something to me. I don't know what kind of special powers he possesses but he has the ability to melt me into a messy goo whenever he appears. I mean, look at him. Anyway, this strange idea landed in my brain one day to write a fanfic with both MGG and CE in it. (IK, I am a sucker for angsty three-way-relationship fanfics where Y/N is right smack in the middle of two god-damn good looking people. I am a whore, so sue me. And let's all stop pretending I am the only who enjoys such story arcs.)

The plot with CE may be potentially controversial with many people on Tumblr, and I may lose readers/followers after posting this [I have been letting the draft sit in my documents for months because I am worried of the hate :'( ], but please don't send hate to me! >.< This is purely a fanFICTION. If you're triggered by topics related to CE's "marriage", or "relationship", this fanfic is probably not for you and I wish you the bestest of all best day ahead!

If you're not triggered and would like to read on, I welcome your feedback, comments, likes and reblogs!

Now that all that is out of the way, and if you're still hanging around, enjoy!

The text message from Chris, an apology drowned by unanswered calls, lay cold in your palm. Dim lights from your laptop cast a shadow on your face, barely highlighting the tears streaming down your cheeks. Your phone rings again with Chris’ name flashing on it, but you don’t answer it. What do you even say?

The headline blares: Chris Evans, ever the romantic, stuns the world with a surprise marriage.

The headlines wallop you like a heavyweight champion. Chris is getting married, but it isn’t to you. This is news, even to you, his girlfriend.

I’m sorry. Please listen to me. I can explain this. Another message from Chris appears on your phone.

You stare at the article on your laptop once again for the hundredth time that evening. You know her name. You have heard her name associated with Chris’ multiple times in the last few months. Chris has been open about her with you – until now. You know about the PR relationship Chris is forced to be in with her. He didn’t have a say about it, neither is he able to get out of it for at least a year according to the contract. At least until the “breakup” is announced. But marriage? This is news to you.

Your phone rings again. This time, it is Matthew’s name that shows up. You hesitate, but swipe your phone to answer it, desperate to hear a familiar voice.

“Hi, Y/N.” Matthew’s voice pierces through the fog of your despair. You answer, your voice thick with tears, "Matthew?"

“Look outside your window.”

Still trembling with a mix of anger, disappointment and disbelief at how the last hour unfolded, you walk to your third floor apartment window and peer down. Beneath the warm orange glow of the street lamps, a familiar face comes into view. Matthew's eyes crinkle at the corners and his brows soften, conveying warmth and understanding. A gentle breeze wafts through your window carrying with it a symphony of scents – a blend of sweet fruits and earthiness – lightly brushing your tear-stained cheeks, providing a cool, soothing sensation. It is the same October breeze that playfully tease Matthew’s curly hair.

“Hi” Matthew mouths with a smile while waving a bottle of wine at you.

You stand there looking him, your phone still glued to your ear, momentarily stun at the sight before you. Your surprise to see Matthew quickly turns into a feeling of comfort like a familiar childhood blanket.

Despite the roller coaster of emotions you feel since the news broke, you return the smile and swiftly walk to your main gate to buzz Matthew in.

“Hi,” Matthew’s voice is so soft and feathery, sending waves of oxytocin to combat the the blast of adrenaline rushing through your veins. “Again.” The curves at both ends of his lips remain up, soothing, and with his signature shy awkwardness. Matthew leans forward and got you into his arms for a quick hug.

“You brought wine,” you say.

“I most certainly did.” Matthew waves the bottle of Pinot Noir happily, like a child showing off his prized sticker book. “And of course I didn’t forget the highlight. If I timed this right, our pizza should be arriving in five minutes.” Matthew grins at you. The laugh that escapes your throat shocked even you. You didn’t know you had it in you to laugh after the hour of turmoil that literally saw you kneeling on the floor with pain that you couldn’t describe.

You step aside to let Matthew in, closing the door behind him to prevent the nippy air from making itself a guest.

“Sorry about the mess.” You wave to the piles of used and soaked tissues around the living room. “I -, er.” Words elude you. You think the last hour will be sufficient to digest and make sense of the situation, but you are wrong. With Matthew standing there in the middle of your living room, you realise you are nowhere near processing your thoughts enough to speak about them.

“What mess? I’m pretty sure my hair takes first prize in the category of ‘messy’,” Matthew chuckles and ruffles his hair.

You laugh again at his silliness. It always comes so naturally with Matthew. There is no need to worry at all that he will judge you for who are, the choices you make, the way you look or the things you say.

He sets down the wine on your coffee table and walks towards you. He grabs you into another hug, this time he squeezes you tighter and does not let go. The hug gives you a sense of relief and you are thankful for his presence. You didn’t have to ask why he is there, so late into the night, at your living room. You know why he came.

The doorbell rings, signaling the arrival of pizza. You slowly let go of Matthew and smile excitedly at him. "Shall we?" he gestures toward the door, and you nod, a sense of ease wash over you.

Sitting across from each other on the floor, the aroma of freshly baked pizza fills the room, mingling with the rich scent of the wine. You take a huge gulp, letting the warmth of the wine soothe the lingering tension. You let out a satisfying “ah” before sinking your teeth into your favourite pizza – with lots of mushrooms. Between the sips of wine and bites of pizza, you realise how famished you are.

“Hey, slow down now,” Matthew warns as he refrains you from throwing another gulp of that wine into your mouth. “You’re going to get indigestion from that. Did you know that roughly 25% of adults in the United States experience indigestion, also known as dyspepsia, each year?” he asks rhetorically.

“I need this, Matthewww,” you draw out the last syllable of his name in a whine. “Pretty please?”

“All right, go ahead. Your limit is three glasses anyway, and you’re almost there already,” Matthew teases you lightly.

“Hey!” you slap him on his arm and pushes the piece of pizza in your hand into his mouth to stop him from talking. “I’m insulted,” you burp and let out an embarrassed ‘oops!”. “Fineeee. You’re right. You know me too well, Goobs.”

Matthew looks at you and smiles, still with pizza in his mouth. He loves your nickname for him – Goobs, derived from his last name. He allows only you to call him that. It is true that Matthew knows you all too well. Sometimes you think Matthew knows you even better than you know yourself. He knows your favourite scent, your favourite season, your ultimate pet peeves, and he knows exactly how to bring out that cheer in you when you need it. That is exactly why he is here tonight, sitting across of you, his presence a balm to your broken heart.

“How many percentage of people in America get their hearts broken each year, Matthew?” you asks quietly, almost inaudible against the choke you are trying to hold back. You set your third glass of wine on the table and look at Matthew. “I’m now part of that statistics,” you laugh in an attempt to trick your brain into downplaying the real pain it is experiencing. It doesn’t work. That laugh evolves quickly into another bout of uncontrollable tears. You are soon bawling your eyes out again.

“Come here,” Matthew coos gently, reaching his arms out to gather you into his embrace.

“I spoke to Chris when I first saw the news tonight,” you sob into Matthew’s soft satin shirt. Even in your messy state, you notice his scent. You have always liked his scent, and have likened it to your favourite childhood soft toy, the one that you hug to sleep every single night without fail. Matthew is comfort. He is familiarity. He is solace. He is your respite to the chaos.

“He told me that the marriage was planned all along and the announcement of their wedding was in the works since the beginning,” you continue, not leaving Matthew’s chest once as you recount the conversation with Chris.

“He didn’t tell me about it. He knew this was going to happen right from the start but he didn’t tell me about it. He said he didn’t know how to break the news to me.” You pause to reach for a piece of tissue before burying yourself into Matthew’s chest again.

“I don’t get it. Why couldn’t he have told me about it? I am his girlfriend, his real girlfriend, but he couldn’t break the news to me himself. I had to read about it on the news.” You sit up once more and impulsively reach for that bottle of wine to pour yourself a fourth glass. Matthew does not stop you.

You gulp a big mouthful of wine. “I was never okay with this fake PR relationship in the first place. I don’t like that we have to lie to the public or deceive them. It’s not fair. But I had to accept it and I understand that Chris’ hands were tied on this too. This fake relationship should have ended in a break up, not… not this.” You take yet another gulp of the wine.

“I couldn’t continue the conversation with Chris feeling the way I do so I ended the call with him in a bad way.” You brush the tears that are on your cheeks away with the back of your hands. Matthew reaches over to clean off the new tears that are rolling down.

“Am I overreacting, Goobs? Am I insane to be this upset with this trainwreck of an evening?” you ask.

“Hey, come here,” Matthew reaches for your hands. “You have every right to feel what you’re feeling right now so let no one discount your feelings, okay?” he rubs the back of your palm with his thumb.

“You’re right that this evening has been a complete trainwreck. A nightmare. But what I know is that all trainwrecks eventually get cleaned up, and all nightmares come to an end when you wake up. And you,” Matthew smiles softly and brushes off another tear from your cheeks, “You are not overreacting. You feel the way you do because you love Chris so much. Sometimes love can lead us into thinking we’re crazy, but it is precisely that that makes us humans.”

Your lips turn downwards again, feeling another wave of tears in the pit of your stomach rushing to escape from your eyes. “Matthew…”

“What should I do now?” you ask.

“If you ask me, I think the first thing you should do now is to clean up that beautiful face of yours, climb into your warmest blankets and sleep. Don’t underestimate how much sleep can help in your clarity of minds. You will know what to do after you have a good sleep.” Matthew says reassuringly.

You have calmed down significantly by then just by pouring out your entire evening’s rollercoaster of emotions onto Matthew. He is the only one who has this effect on you other than Chris. Chris, you gulp as the thought of him run through your mind. You want to call him, wish him good night and tell him to tell you that everything is going to be all right. You want things to be okay with Chris.

“Okay, Doctor Goobs. I’ll take your advice. But can you stay here tonight?” you ask. You are not confident to be yourself tonight knowing the media circus you will wake up to in the morning regarding the whole marriage debacle.

“Of course.” Matthew stands, extending his arm to you to pull you up from the ground.

#chris evans x reader #chris evans angst #mgg x reader #mgg angst #chris evans fanfic #mgg fanfiction

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kiara6789mlp · 1 year

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Emily Prentiss: We don't talk about Tobias, no, no, no

We don't talk about Tobias, but it was after Hotch proposal

Aaron Hotchner: It was after i proposal

Emily Prentiss: it was the happy day and we were celebrated at the bar

Aaron Hotchner: celebrated at the bar

Emily Prentiss: JJ walks in with a miserable frown

Aaron Hotchner: Thunder!

Emily Prentiss: You telling this story or am I?

Aaron Hotchner: I'm sorry, my princess, go on

Emily Prentiss: JJ says, we have a case

Aaron Hotchner: Why did she tell us?

Emily Prentiss: In doing so, it floods my brain

Aaron Hotchner: the case with about Tobias

Emily Prentiss: I still blamed Tobias to this day

Aaron Hotchner: What a joyous day but anyway

Both: We don't talk about Tobias, no, no, no

We don't talk about Tobias

Jennifer Jareau: Hey, grew to live in fear of Tobias stuttering or stumbling

I can hear him sort of muttering and mumbling

I associate him with the sound of some blood dripping sh, sh, sh

Jason Gideon: His father became very painfully ill.

So he asks Tobias to kill him.

People don't know where his father's body is today. Do you understand?

Derek Morgan: 30 year old man, the Bible in his hand When he calls your name it all fades to black Yeah, he sees you’re a sinner and feasts on your screams (Hey)

All: We don't talk about Tobias, no, no, no (We don't talk about Tobias, no, no!)

We don't talk about Tobias (We don't talk about Tobias)

Mickey Bates: he told me that his father burned his forehead was the cross BURN (No, no)

Detective Farraday: He told me I'd grow a gut and just like he said (No, no)

Lacy Kyle: He said that my the love of life would be murder, now, look at her now (No, no!/Hey!)

All: You better start running when he starts reading the bible

Kiara Hankel (me): My stepfather told me that god would love me

Would be promised, and someday go to heaven

he told me that my baking powers would grow

Like the grapes that thrive on the vine

Detective Farraday: Hey guys there is another body reported.

Penelope Garcia: He told me that god would love me

Would be just out of reach

But he lie and said I was the devil

Jennifer Jareau: I can hear him, now

Jason Gideon: Hey Reid, I want not a word out of you

Jennifer Jareau: I can hear him now, I can hear him, now

Spencer Reid: Um, Tobias

Yeah, about that Tobias

I really need to know about Tobias

Gimme the truth and the whole truth about Tobias

Aaron Hotchner: hey you guys we have all the clues

All: Time to deliver the profile!

Derek Morgan: 30 year old man, the Bible in his hand

When he calls your name it all fades to black

Yeah, he sees you’re a sinner and feasts on your screams

Emily Prentiss:it was after Hotch proposal

Aaron Hotchner: It was after i proposal

Emily Prentiss: it was the happy day and we were celebrated at the bar

Aaron Hotchner: celebrated at the bar

Emily Prentiss: JJ walks in with a miserable frown

Aaron Hotchner: Thunder!

Emily Prentiss: You telling this story or am I?

Aaron Hotchner: I'm sorry, my princess, go on

Jennifer Jareau: Hey, grew to live in fear of Tobias stuttering or stumbling

I can hear him sort of muttering and mumbling

I associate him with the sound of some blood dripping sh, sh, sh

Jason Gideon: His father became very painfully ill.

So he asks Tobias to kill him.

People don't know where his father's body is today. Do you understand?

Kiara Hankel (me): My stepfather told me that god would love me

Would be promised, and someday go to heaven

he told me that my baking powers would grow Like the grapes that thrive on the vine I'm fine

Detective Farraday: Hey guys there is another body reported.

Derek Morgan: 30 year old man,

the Bible in his hand

When he calls your name it all fades to black

Yeah, he sees you’re a sinner and feasts on your screams

Emily Prentiss: JJ says, we have a case

Aaron Hotchner: Why did she tell us?

Emily Prentiss: In doing so, it floods my brain

Aaron Hotchner: The case with about Tobias

Emily Prentiss: I still blamed Tobias to this day

Aaron Hotchner: What a joyous day

Penelope Garcia: He told me that god would love me

Would be just out of reach

But he lie and said I was the devil the devil And I'm fine, and I'm fine And I'm fine, I'm fine

Kiara Hankel (me): My stepfather told me that god would love me

Would be promised, and someday go to heaven And I'm fine, and I'm fine And I'm fine, I'll be fine

All:Hey! It’s time to deliver! Don't talk about Tobias, no!

Spencer Reid: Why did I talk about Tobias?

All: Not a word about Tobias

Spencer Reid: I never shoulda brought up Tobias

#criminal minds #spencer reid #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #jason gideon #derek morgan #penelope garcia #jennifer jareau #Spotify #cm 2x15

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reidjumpers · 3 years

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Here Comes the Sun: Dumplings

Spencer Reid x Reader

Warning: mentions of food, some curse words, domestic bliss, Spencer being a little anxious

Series Summary: a journey of going through parenthood with Spencer Reid

Chapter Summary: When Spencer woke up to you making dumplings in the dining table, he knew he was in trouble.

Note: welcome to the first chapter of dad!Spencer series! For those who have faint heart, fear not, because I am not mean and I write this so we can all have serotonin boost together. Enjoy!

prologue, next chapter, series masterlist.

Nobody in their right mind would ever call Spencer Reid a fool. He might have encountered people that underestimate him or didn’t think he was as smart, yes, but no one would ever call him a fool. Not even when Emily joked about his IQ getting slashed into 60 in the presence of a beautiful woman. He had to silently agree with that statement. How could he not? In front of him was a very beautiful woman that he had the luxury to call her his wife. His beautiful, gorgeous, very understanding, intelligent wife.

But right now he definitely felt like a goddamn fool.

When Spencer woke up to an empty bed and the apartment smelled distinctively sweet like the bakery, he thought he was waking up on a really good day. But when he walked out the bedroom and spotted you sitting at the dining table calmly, a hum of songs from the speaker played in the background, and a stack of dumpling skin placed on the table, he knew he was in the doghouse.

It was common knowledge that whenever you’re stressed or upset upon something or someone, when life seemingly wants to fucks you over and over, you’d channel it through baked sweets or as strange as it sounds, dumplings. He never knew witnessing you silently make dumplings on the dining table with freshly baked cookies on the counter would be such a terrifying and worrisome sight to see.

Spencer stood silently in the doorway, rocking on his heels forward and backwards. He was quiet and careful not to burst the bubble of your own world. His mind started to run a few scenarios inside his head over and over, trying to walk through every minute by minute of every event in his life that had led him into today.

“Hey,” he greeted you after two solid minutes of thinking and couldn’t come up with any answer. His voice was gentle to not startle you as he pulled a chair across yours.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” you teased. It was 11:15 AM, you were most definitely saying that just to tease him.

Spencer rolled his eyes at your jab, silently reached for the dumpling skin in front of him and started to fill it with the filling. He had done this thousands of times over to know the right way to make dumplings. Your first few dates with him consisted of homemade dumplings and sipping wine. He was honored when you showed him how to make dumplings the way your grandmother did it, grinning as you said it’s a family secret and he promised to keep it as one.

“Are we having a guest?” Spencer asked as he put his own dumpling carefully into the designated plate. His dumpling would never be as good as yours no matter how much he tried, but he was proud that it was passable enough to your standard.

“No?” you furrowed your eyebrows, glancing up from your own dumpling. “Why?”

“You make more dumplings than usual,” he pointed out.

“Oh,” your voice was soft, barely audible, and he nearly missed it. “Didn’t realize that.”

Spencer nodded, reaching for another dumpling skin to soothe his worry away. Study has shown that repetitive action proven to soothe anxiety and increase focus. He could recite the study in his sleep, forward and backwards without stuttering. But the damned repetitive action of making dumplings didn’t work for him right now.

He cleared his throat. It is now and never. He would have to kiss his husband of the year trophy goodbye if he couldn’t figure out for his life what makes his wife this upset. “Hon?” he called for your attention.

You let out a hum of acknowledgement, eyes didn’t leave your dumpling for a second. It made the corner of his lips twisted downwards.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” he asked gently, mindful not pressing you into telling him things. He knew you would never keep things away from him. You would tell him eventually, but he needed to hear it.

You, however, just scrunched your nose adorably in confusion. “Talk about what?”

“You bake cookies and make dumplings, and it’s just…” he craned his neck to take a glance towards the hanging clock above the cabinet. “It’s not even twelve yet.”

You blinked at his statement. “I’m hungry.”

“You do stress bake,” he patiently pointed out. Placing his yet another passable looking dumpling into the designated plate, he let out a sigh. “You also make dumplings when you’re stressed or upset. And now you do both first thing in the morning.”

“You know me so well, huh? You should marry me if you know me so well.”

“Already did, nine months ago,” Spencer rolled his eyes at your humor, but a smile graced his lips. “So, do you want to talk about it?”

You blinked at him again, nose scrunched up in confusion at his question. Spencer could feel silence slowly settling in, filling the gaps between you and him. His mind started to make a list of things that you like, making mental notes to make a short trip to a grocery store to pick up your favorite ice cream and take a reroute towards the flower shop he saw a week ago and picked up a bouquet of roses.

He was in the middle of mentally reciting his apology for fucking up when he heard you burst into a laughter. It took him a moment to register that the sound of you cackling so hard was not a mere figment of his imagination. He saw you laughing so hard, head thrown backwards overwhelming the small dining room.

“I’m sorry,” you hiccupped, wiping away tears from your eyes with your sleeve. Spencer would’ve smiled at the sight if he weren’t so puzzled. “Babe, are you really thinking I’m mad at you because I bake cookies and make dumplings?”

Spencer sputtered, “How could I not!” he huffed, throwing his hands into the air dramatically as you laugh upon his misery. “I was so worried! You always either bake or make dumplings when you’re upset, but never both! And now you do both and you keep dodging my question.”

“I didn’t mean to!” you said defensively between your laughter. You cleared your throat, not wanting to make the pout on Spencer’s lips even more prominent. “I guess my brain really associated cookies and dumplings as something comforting. I crave for some comfort food, and my brain just screams, ‘cookies and dumplings!’ I didn’t mean to make you worried, I’m sorry.”

“This much? You’re really hungry, huh?”

“Pretty hungry since I’m eating for two now.”

Spencer froze on his spot, his hand stopped midair before he was able to reach for another dumpling skin. He blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. “W-what?”

You just smiled cheekily at him. You got up from your seat and walked towards the kitchen, leaving him alone flabbergasted at your statement. You came back a minute later, a wide smile at your face and your hand tucked behind your back.

“Ta-da!” you cheerfully said, placing baby shoes on the table in front of him. Spencer let out a soft gasp, cooed at the sight of how tiny the shoes are.

“Are you…? Are we…?”

“Pregnant,” you finished his sentence for him with a wide grin. “I found out during our case in LA and I was meaning to tell you earlier, I swear! But the case got a little crazy and we’re whisked away into doing a lot of things at once.”

Spencer let out a shaky breath, staring into the baby shoes with eyes full of awe. The news still felt unreal for him, artificial, but the warmth blooming on his chest that slowly spreading through his system left him fuzzy. A small reminder that it was as real as he wanted to be.

You probably have mistaken his silence for something else as you shifted your weight from one foot to another. You started to fidget with the hem of your shirt, eyes not meeting his. “I know we agree to wait for a year, but–”

Spencer practically leaped from his seat and scooped you into his arms. His smile was so wide that his cheeks started to hurt. You let out a small yelp as he spun you around before he placed a tender kiss on your lips. “I love you,” he said between your kisses, grinning as he stole a few more small kisses.

You giggled between his kisses, your hand flew into his face and patted his cheeks as he assaulted your face with his lips. “I love you too, you big goof.”

“A baby, huh?” Spencer let out a happy sigh after he spared your life from his kisses. His hand nestled on your waist, gently swaying you in his arms. “We’ve got to start baby proofing the whole place, make sure there are no sharp edges,” he rambled.

“Spencer–”

“I’ll go to the bookstore and pick up some book about baby names! Do you think Jason is a good name?”

“I think–”

“Oh, we should start shopping for some clothes and socks too. Make sure they’re warm–”

“Spencer!” you interrupted his rambling with your hands squishing his face. You smiled at him as he blinked his eyes towards you slowly, a little fazed that you broke his train of thought. “I love all the planning ideas, but right now let’s just focus on making dumplings and feed three of us, okay?”

“Okay,” he breathed out, slowly collapsing into his seat again. “Okay. Dumplings…” he muttered to himself, grabbing the dumpling skin in front of him. “But seriously, what do you think about the name Jason?”

“It’s a lovely name.”

“Oh, common ground. I like that.”

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letarasstuff · 3 years

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Making the Voice quieter

(A/N): This was requested by an anon. I hope you like it!

Summary: Spencer finds out about his daughter's eating disorder, he will he react?

Warnings: Angst, discription of an eating disorder (bulemia to be more specific), discription of (binge) eating, bad body image, self hatred, abuse of pills (diet pills)

Wordcount: 2.2k

✨Masterlist✨

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Prison. Cat. Diana. All those things happened close to each other. Luckily a few months have passed since then and slowly everything settles down. Spencer is able to get his feelings sorted through, processing the events.

Ever since his imprisonment he follows a more or less strict routine, given the uncertainty coming with his job. Spencer still tries to keep it up. So is every Friday dedicated to buying the majority of groceries and needed non food articles.

Sometimes (Y/N) tags along, other days she already has plans with her friends. Her father doesn’t mind it much, he is happy to see her socializing with people her age. The two of them have one father-daughter-night in the week anyways.

“Sweetheart, I’m heading out! Did you put everything you need on the list?” He shouts into the apartment. A faint “Yes! Love you!” echoes back to him. A smile forms on the doctor’s face. Oh how he longed to hear those words from her every night while he laid in his bed, locked up for a crime he didn’t commit. “Alright, love you, too!”

Meanwhile her father has to deal with Karens being their ignorant selfs, (Y/N) is under the biggest stress she has ever been. The end of her sophomore year and suddenly every teacher thinks it’s alright to give the students a load of work in every single class.

It’s beginning to get to her head. Four essays, three projects and studying for two tests and everything is due next week. She can see herself sitting at that very desk for the whole weekend, trying to contain control of her current situation.

As (Y/N) begins to read the page in front of her again to pull any information from it, it feels like her brain shuts down. Only one thought possesses her. One thing that can assure her, make her happy again.

Her body moves automatically, into the kitchen to the fridge. Her hands grab what they can. Puddings, yogurts, bananas, apples, last night’s dinner, everything that she can carry. Then the teenager sits down at the floor and devours everything she just got out. (Y/N) doesn’t stop until she gets to this intense feeling of being full.

It seems like she snaps out of a trance. Upon seeing what she ate in the shortest time, the girl feels even worse. Quickly she tries to destroy any kind of evidence, getting the trash out, making the fridge appear more full than it is, anything.

In her panicked state she remembers the small container of pills in her room. Relief washes over (Y/N), thinking everything will be better. She takes two of them for good measurement.

With the relief also guilt takes over. What just happened wasn’t normal. But (Y/N) tells herself that she can stop any time she wants. It’s not like she is sick or something, everything is fine. It’s just her way to copy stress. A way she discovered while her father was in prison. The diet pills help her to undo her mistakes. Someone from her friend group, who is already 18, got her them from the doctor for a fair price.

Feeling calmer now, the teenager sits back at her desk. A new perception of control helps her to continue her school work. She has to get done as much as possible, because in not even half an hour (Y/N)’s best friend will be the toilet.

Spencer is completely obvious to it. Sure, he is a profiler and he noticed his daughter’s new view on eating healthy food and working out. He just assumes that (Y/N) and her friends are on a healthy trip and he doesn’t see a problem in this. On the contrary, he is happy that she wants to be good to herself and her body.

But as the weeks go on, a suspicious feeling captures him. “(Y/N)? Why is the fridge nearly empty? We got groceries last Friday and it’s only Tuesday. Did you have a party over here while I was away on the case?” Spencer enters his daughter’s room, trying to joke about it.

(Y/N) freezes. Of course she isn’t able to say that the food went bad and she threw them away, her father is meticulous regarding this subject, always checking the best before day date. “Uhm, please don’t be mad. But Alex, you know her, the short one with red hair, uhm her parents are on a business trip and she is not the best cook. So I brought her lunch and dinner over. I’m sorry for not telling you.” She looks down at the floor, not only to feign sadness but also to avoid his eyes.

The second the teenager talks Spencer knows there is something fishy. Her voice is higher and she fidget with her hands. But he writes it off as being nervous for not telling him. Ever since he is out of prison, it feels like his daughter is withholding something.

“It’s fine, Sweetheart. Just give me a heads-up beforehand, so I know to buy more groceries. What do you think about ordering something tonight? I heard from Luke that a small Chinese restaurant opened a few streets down. We can celebrate the end of the stressful phase in Sophomore year.”

It seems like (Y/N) is calculating something in her head. Spencer knows exactly what she thinks about. “You can forget about your calorie intake for one night. I see how much time you invest in living healthy, but we can let loose for a night together. Just some noodles with chicken or spring rolls and us trying to use chopsticks and giving up after two minutes and resorting to forks. How does that sound?”

The teenager would love to sigh, but it would only alarm her father further. “Yeah, you are right. Let us let loose. But only if I can choose the movie we watch after dinner!” (Y/N) feels bad for eating unhealthy food again. Her last binge was only yesterday and usually she tries to consume lighter things. But she has to bite into the sour apple, else her father will be more suspicious. After all, she can just stop. (Y/N) promises herself to not think about her weight, her shape or the calories she will eat.

Well yeah, no. Just after the first noodle hits her tongue, intrusive thoughts take a seat in her mind, getting settled.

‘You already look like a potato.’

‘Are you sure this is the right thing to eat?’

‘Can you really stop?’

‘Dad is going to hate you when he finds out.’

All of them and more enter her head. (Y/N) is unable to shake them off. She is fine. She doesn’t have a problem. She just doesn’t feel like eating now, that’s fine, right?

“Uhm Dad. I’m full and really tired from the day. Is it ok if I go to bed? Maybe we can rain check on that movie?” The girl asks, feeling even worse for ditching her father. Usually it’s the other way around.

“Are you feeling ok? You look a little pale. Are you sick?” Spencer fires his question canone being the borderline helicopter father he always is. “Yes, just really exhausted from all the assignment and school work. A good night's rest and I will be good as new.” (Y/N) attempts a small smile, but fails miserably at it.

“Ok, sleep tight baby. I’ll put the leftovers in the fridge for you tomorrow.” Quickly she goes into her room. The thoughts in her head scream louder and louder with each step she takes. Can she really stop? Maybe she should come clean to her father.

‘And risking him hating you? Look at you, thinking you are sane is the only thing keeping him from abandoning you. How would you explain him keeping you otherwise? It’s definitely not for your looks.’

Later that night, (Y/N) hasn’t gotten a wink of sleep because of the voices, she makes her way back to the kitchen. In an attempt to distract herself, the teenager scrolled through her social media sites. There she was met by pictures of perfect people.

Perfect bodies. Perfect lives. Perfect smiles. Perfect family. Perfect friends. Everything about them is perfect.

And then there is her. Her body is unperfect. Her life is a mess. Her smile is not that of a model. Her family is just her, her father and the people he works with. Her friends aren’t always the best associates.

The stress of not feeling enough is getting to (Y/N)’s head. Like several times before that her body goes into auto. She doesn’t control her movements, though she tells herself all of this is willently.

Like so many times before the girl goes through the fridge and eats everything up she can get her fingers on. But this time one thing is different. Her father is at home. And he isn’t a heavy sleeper.

The movement in the kitchen wakes him up. Immediately his brain jumps to a burglar or even worse, an UnSub they once arrested coming after him. Quickly he gets his revolver and sneaks through the hallway to the source of the noises. As Spencer only sees his daughter sitting there, he instantly relaxes.

“Hey Sweetheart, what are you doing up? It’s a school night”, he softly asks in order to not scare her. Still, (Y/N) gets startled at the sudden voice.

“Uhm, nothing much. Just hungry. Probably because I didn’t eat dinner”, she explains, looking at her father like he caught her with her hand stuck in the cookie jar. Spencer watches her closely. “This is it? Because from what it looks like you not only ate your dinner but also tomorrow’s breakfast and right now lunch.”

(Y/N) swallows her bite, feeling that sinking reality in her stomach. The pills. She needs the pills fast before her body begins to digest the food. “Uhm, yeah. I probably should go to bed. I need my sleep. Just let me tidy up. Good night, Dad.” But he is quick to stop her.

“(Y/N), I want you to sit down. There is something we have to talk about.” Hesitantly (Y/N) takes a seat. “What is it Dad? Are you reprimanding me for eating? I thought you wanted me to let loose for a night.”

Spencer sits, leaning against the kitchen counter. “Baby, I want you to be alright. But I think you are not.” His eyes get a sad look. “I’m alright. I am fine, Dad. What do you think is wrong with me?”

“Look, (Y/N), I don’t need to be a profiler to see that you are struggling with something. Do you want to tell me about it?” Her answer is a tight lipped smile and a “I’m fine. There is nothing to talk about.”

The father sighs. She is not leaving him much of a choice. “And what about them?” Spencer asks after getting something from the highest shelf in the kitchen, the one (Y/N) barely reaches by stepping on a stool. He sets a little container down on the table.

“Dad I-” “No (Y/N). You don’t need to explain anything. It’s my turn to talk. I found those in your room yesterday while I was looking for a book. At first I thought nothing of it, I mean you are trying to live healthy, so I thought this is part of the process. But then I saw that they have to be prescribed and I know that these aren’t yours.

“I wanted to talk about it with you anyway. But now I know that I caught you binge eating and I see all the signs. I see them and I’m sorry for not acting sooner. (Y/N), you need help and I’m here for you. I know the last few months were especially hard on you. I can’t change what was and what happened, but I will be here for you now." Tears stream down on boths their faces.

(Y/N) is stammering for words. “I-I am fine. I can stop anytime I want. Th-this was a conscious d-decision.” Her father envelops her in a hug, cradling her head to his chest. She begins to sob.

“I know, Sweetheart. It’s hard and it won’t get easier from here on, but I’m here. You know you can’t stop, it’s only an illusion your eating disorder wants you to believe. But we get through it together. You, I and the team if you want to. We take it at your pace.” By now the two are crying loudly.

“I want it to stop, Dad. Please make the voice go away.”

He can’t make it go away. No one can. But Spencer helps to quiet it. Together they tackle the disorder, through the good and the bad times. He takes off from work for a time and (Y/N) out of school for a few weeks to be able to work on it together, to make the voice quieter and her life better.

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ithehellisbucky · 3 years

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Waking Up In Vegas

spencer reid x reader

request: prompts 87 (boop), 88 (that's such a bad idea- lets do it), 89 (Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool), 96 (I'm not crying, you are.) by anon

word count: 1.7k

warnings: Mentions of drug addiction, heavy drinking and blackout, that's it.

author's note: I've had this in my inbox for months, and I'm so sorry I didn't finish it sooner. Also, what do you want to see from my blog, it seems like I only post once a week for my fics and that's a no go from me.

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The light was too loud- that's a wonderful thing to think when you remember nothing of the night before. You groaned and sat up, seeing that you were in a large bed with white covers. You scratched your head and looked around, noticing that the bedboard behind you was a large pink heart.

Looking down you realize that you're wearing a sequined red bikini top and a skirt scarf combo with booty shorts underneath. Drunk you does not have good fashion sense.

Before you can notice anything else, you start to feel puke crawling up your throat and you immediately run and vomit all your guts up.

You rinse your mouth out and notice that the blanket mound you left has shifted, and you become wary and pick up a heavy brass candlestick.

And then the lump rolls over, and it's your goddamn coworker.

"Reid?"

He startles and wakes up, staring at you and then glancing down at himself- huh, there was something wrong about that picture, but you couldn't figure out what it was just yet.

"y/n? What are you doing in my hotel room?" He pauses, looks around, then mutters under his breath "this isn't my hotel room."

He looks up at you "Since when are you married?"

"I'm not," You look down at your hand, noticing a giant red ruby adorning your ring finger "I am."

You look down at his hand and notice that he is too, "And so are you."

You and Spencer look around your room, both badly masking paranoia and panic. Both of your eyes stop when you notice a picture frame in the corner- a wedding certificate.

"Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool. This is fine, no big deal, just a marriage certificate," You move over and pick it up "with both of our names on it."

"Okay, this is okay, this is fine," Spencer says, sitting back down on the bed stunned.

"So, we're married, which is a thing that happened, last night, that you definitely remember." You say, sitting down next to your newly revealed husband.

"I don't remember."

"How do you not remember? You have super memory powers!"

"This is an excellent first fight to have as a married couple, of course, you blame me." He says, standing up and shrugging.

You meet his stance "Of course I blame you! You're the smart one!"

"Oh, well Agent, I wasn't aware that you had an IQ of 25!" He pauses "25 is the number associated by Henry H. Goodard to be an idiot, it's actually-"

"I know!" You exclaim, seething with half-hearted rage.

"You know, your the one who got an addict drunk!"

"Your vice isn't alcohol! If I drugged you I'd be a monster! You ordered that first bloody mary all by yourself, and those shots we did were totally consensual!!!"

He looked up at you "you remember that?"

You think, and notice memories that you didn't know were there, "um, yeah, bits and pieces."

From the expression he makes, he looks to be remembered more too. You and your new husband sit down and let it all hit you.

~~~

"4 tequila shots please." You wave down the bartender.

You're already buzzed, but you and Spencer were just getting warmed up. Morgan and Garcia left hours ago to go to a fancy restaurant, Rossi was planted firmly at the poker table, Hotch was nowhere to be seen, JJ had gone home to be with Henry, and Emily was at a "sin to win" night at some casino that you already knew too much about just by hearing the name.

So that leaves you and Spencer at the bar in the only casino in town he wasn't banned from.

At first, you were concerned about him drinking, but once he reassured that alcohol isn't his way of self-medicating, you were okay. Besides, if you saw any red flags, you would throw his ass in rehab faster than you can say 'gin'.

So, you were 5 drinks in and having the time of your lives, showing off battle scars and laughing. God, his eyes were pretty.

"Your eyes are so pretty!" You giggled "like soooooo pretty, woooooooow."

He laughed and looked back at you "your skin is pretty, like in a non-serial killer way, it's really pretty."

"Thank you, just don't kill me for it."

"I just called no murder!" He whined "besides, how am I sure you won't kill me and scoop my eyes out?"

"Because that's gross." You said, rolling your eyes.

"And stealing your skin isn't?"

"You can' have my skin!" You say, mock running away.

He laughs, and looks directly into your eyes, and smiles, wow, he was pretty. Morgan was right.

"Hey, do you wanna get out of here?" Spencer asks you.

"Yeah, let's get ice cream!" You grab his hand, and it feels natural through your foggy brain.

After stumbling through the ice cream parlor, full of people who were trying to pretend like they weren't. Spencer got butter pecan, and you got sherbert and chocolate.

You stumbled out of the store, giggling to yourself and Spencer.

God, you loved him. So you told him.

"I love you." He stopped in his tracks, and you almost tripped on a bicycle rack.

"Really?" He whispers.

All of the giggles are gone.

"I love you."

The ice cream is long forgotten, his on the ground, and half of yours on your clothes and half next to his on the ground. All that's left is your faces inching closer to each other.

When your lips meet it feels like firecrackers going off inside your head.

His mouth is soft, gently contrasting with your soft lips. His tongue sneaks into your mouth, your smile around his.

"Let's get married." He pulls apart from you, out of breath.

You stay silent for a moment, before looking up and directly into his chocolate brown eyes "That is such a bad idea-"

He diverts his eyes and scratches the back of his skull "Um, yeah, that's okay, let's-"

"Let's do it."

He looks back at you, and you grab his body and kiss him.

~~~

Sometimes people can be happy, you realize as an elderly woman ties a sash around your waist.

You have to be honest, you never thought this was gonna be how you were gonna get married. Hell, you weren't sure if you were gonna get married at all. But certainly not like this. Certainly not at 1 am to your coworker 7 drinks in at a cheap roadside attraction.

Definitely not like this.

But something about this weirdness felt like the only way anything ever would've made any sense.

There was something about the outfit you were wearing that was perfect, a bright red bra covered in sequins underneath a top with buttons and poofy sleeves that showed off a lot of your chest, a wrap-around cheap white silk skirt with jeans shorts underneath. And of course purple open-toed boots. Perfect.

Marrying Spencer Reid is like a fever dream. A perfect man with perfect hair and perfect eyes. So of course you were giggling like crazy while they put the cheap crown with pink tulle serving as a veil on your head.

Your witnesses were an elderly couple, of course, you wanted to have your best friends there, but knowing them they'd try to talk you out, and believe me, there was no way you wanted out of it.

"Now's time dear," the woman exclaims, gently patting you on the shoulder and leading you out of the fitting room and towards the chapel.

The owner of the business hooks his arm around yours and leads you into the chapel, church bells from an iPod attached to a speaker ringing out into the air.

Spencer turns around the air visibly leaves his lungs when you make eye contact. The chapel you two had chosen in this drunken haze was costume-themed, and he was wearing an ancient Rome costume that fit the time where his favorite philosopher, so even though no one else noticed, you could tell he was dressed as Gaius.

His hair had been attempted to slick back, but little curls were popping up all over the place instead. He was wringing his hands tightly and bouncing his knee, god you couldn't wait to marry him.

The elderly man who had led you to the alter places you next to Spencer, you couldn't focus on anything but your soon-to-be-husband.

Spencer takes his hands and gently pulls your veil up from around your face, and a tear trickles out of his eyes as he sees you. You smile and notice his nerves, try to calm the love of your life down "boop", you gently tap his nose and he smiles in comfort.

The officiant drones on and on about love but you can't hear him, all you can focus on is his love-filled eyes.

"Do you take Spencer Reid to be your husband?"

Your eyes snap out of their daze and you say with the most certainty than you have ever said anything: "I do."

"And do you take (y/n) (y/l/n) to be your life partner for as long as you may live?"

"I do," And you feel more wanted than you ever have in your life, he wants you, Spencer wants you.

~~~

You and Spencer sit on your bed in stunned silence, neither believing that last night had really happened. You look over at your apparent husband and notice tears streaming down his face.

"You're crying." You say, your voice coming out as a chocked whisper.

"I'm not crying, you are." You look down and notice that your shirt is soaked in tears.

"Oh." You take a deep breath and look into his eyes. "So, what do you want to do?"

"Get an annulment?" He doesn't look completely happy about his answer and stares into your eyes for reassurance.

You take a deep breath and stare off into the distance, out into a world that would be so much better if you were married to Spencer Reid. "I don't want that."

You look back at him to meet his eyes, "Me neither."

"I love you, a lot, and I want to be married to you." Spencer smiles, and you feel wanted and safe and loved.

Instead of saying it back, he kissed you with a passion that was way more descriptive than simple words. Spencer is your husband and you love him, he loves you, and you are finally wanted.

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hotchley · 2 years

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so why can't you see (you belong with... each other?)

@whoreforthebauteam I am so sorry because your birthday is literally in a matter of weeks/days now and I still haven't even finished this but better late than never?

To everyone else... hi? It would appear the theme of the year is: fics absolutely nobody but me wants to see? Which isn't bad, it's just a weird feeling. Anyways. I suppose this is revived?

If nothing else, Spencer's is... outlined in my brain...

Just as a heads up: some sad Hotch in this one :)

previously: part one , part two , part three , part four

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Chapter Five: Attempt Four- Derek Morgan

Derek liked to think he knew Aaron Hotchner quite well. Actually, it wasn’t a matter of what he thought, it was a matter of what the evidence pointed to. And the evidence pointed to him being the person who knew him best.

After Dave, obviously. But Dave had the advantage of time, so he barely counted. Which meant out of the BAU members, Derek knew Hotch the best.

And he knew enough about Dave to understand the best way in which to set the two of them up and get them together.

The issue with his teammates plans had been they were too complex. They were reliant on fancy gestures and large moves and most importantly: words. Hotch had never enjoyed fancy gestures, and Derek knew why. That wasn’t something that would change overnight. Dave likely associated those large moves with failure and endings.

Asking the two of them to both use their words in situations where they weren’t forced to would be like to trying to herd cats. Derek had watched as Hotch stopped himself from leaning into Dave’s touch. Seen as Dave’s gaze lingered but moved just before he got caught. Seen the longing in both their eyes as the doctor asked Dave to step out for a few moments.

They would never use their words if they had an audience. So what they needed was a situation where talking wouldn’t be required. Where it would be private and secluded enough that when the feelings bubbled over, one could kiss the other. The world would explode into a thousand beautiful colours and they would let themselves fall.

He would also win the bet. That was the most important thing.

So although his required less planning, it required a lot of thought. The end product was one he was very proud of. Although it required Dave and Hotch not putting the pieces of why they’d suddenly had to share a bed and be made into dance partners, he had no doubts that it work.

The two of them could be very oblivious when they wanted to.

“Hey, you know what I’ve been thinking about?” He asked, completely rhetorically, on the jet home from a case that had been easier than most.

“You think?” Emily teased.

He threw popcorn at her. She ate it. Hotch opened then closed his mouth, deciding it was better to not comment than to start another argument over who his favourite was. (The answer was Penelope.)

“Shut up. It’s been so long since we had a boys night! I mean you girls had one last week, but it’s been so long since the boys had a night together that I really think we should do one when we get back,” he said.

Dave and Aaron looked at each other. Derek held his breath. He needed them to say yes, otherwise the entire thing would fall apart.

“Anything to get out of submitting this draft,” Dave says.

“Would you like me to read it? Having someone else work out what’s missing may help,” Hotch says, not even looking up from his book. Maybe if he had, he would’ve seen the look of love that crossed Dave’s face, just for a single moment.

“That would be lovely, yes. Thank you.” Hotch shrugged as if to say it wasn’t a big deal, but his cheeks were stained red and he was smiling to himself. “Oh and I’m in for boys night too. Jack’s on a school trip at the moment, and Jess keeps going on at me to get out the house so, may as well right?”

Derek did an internal victory dance. “Oh, I am so excited.” He flashed a grin at everyone else, careful to not face Hotch and Rossi as he did so.

Realisation dawned on them. But it was too risky to try and make any sort of comment, so they all refrained, choosing to silently narrow their eyes and huff as it became clear that if anybody was going to win, it would be Derek.

In order for his plan to work, he needed to make sure there were only two cars taken. So he faked an excuse about wanting to spend some extra quality time with Hotch- which had become code for checking up on him- and told Dave to drive Spencer since he hadn’t been feeling up to it.

He also told them to leave everything up to him and Spencer. He obviously would have revealed the location if either of them said they really couldn’t handle the suspense, but that would raise more questions since the place he’d selected was not what would traditionally be associated with a boys night out.

This meant Spencer had to read the directions to Dave. That alone was almost enough to convince Derek that they should go together, but it would ruin the privacy he knew they would need later. So Derek took his car and Hotch, whilst Spencer sat with Dave.

“Derek, where have you taken us?” Hotch asked as soon as they were parked.

“Well, I know you don’t enjoy loud noises and Spencer’s not a big fan of large gatherings so I thought a piano concert may suit us better. I mean, everyone enjoys piano, but Spencer likes the artist, Dave’s pretentious and you and I are in awe of everyone who can actually play so, it’s perfect!”

There was one moment where he was terrified Dave and Aaron would laugh in his face or say he was being stupid. But then they both smiled, and Aaron seemed so care-free and relaxed that Dave naturally followed his lead.

“I’m very excited. Thank you Derek. And tell me how much the tickets were, I’ll transfer you for mine,” he said.

Derek nodded, then winked at Spencer. He wasn’t going to text. And when Aaron inevitably brought it up, he would just ask him for a few snacks to go with his coffees from the rest of the team. But that was easier to do in the moment, which was why he went along with the demand.

They went in, and Derek realised he didn't even mind if his plan failed. Because getting to relax, and let the music wash over him as Spencer explained the technical terms to him was living a life he thought he'd never get. And as Aaron and Dave laughed over private jokes in the seats in front of them, he knew they'd be okay.

Which was why during the interval, he pretended he needed to take a call.

"Guys, I'm so sorry, but me and Spencer need to bail. Our dog sitter's younger sibling just had their first break-up and they really need to be at home to support them. You two should carry on enjoying yourselves, and I promise we'll get another night properly, but this is- we can't just leave the dog alone," he lied.

Spencer looked confused for half a second, then it clicked and he swore quietly. He hadn't realised this was Derek's plan. And whilst he hoped it didn't work because he really wanted to enact his, he knew this was the most likely to succeed.

"Oh, okay. Umm, tell the younger sibling that it'll all be okay in the end…" Aaron said, more than a little confused.

Derek nodded then forcefully pulled Spencer out of the room before any more questions could be raised.

"Did you know they had a dog?" Dave asked.

"No, I did not," Aaron said. Then he cursed under his breath.

"What is it?"

"Derek dropped me. It's going to be impossible getting a taxi back."

"I'll drop you then."

"Dave, no, it's so far out of the way-"

"And? We have leave for the next few days. It'll make me feel better," he said, knowing there would be no way Aaron would be able to turn him down after that.

"Only if it's not an inconvenience," Aaron conceded.

"Aaron. You're never an inconvenience. Not to me."

Hotch ducked his head to hide his blush. He opened his mouth, unsure of what the words that left his mouth would actually be, but determined to say something meaningful. Before he could, a very beautiful woman was calling Dave's name and walking over.

"Carolyn. What a surprise!" Dave said with a laugh as he embraced his first ex-wife. Aaron smiled at her, a little uncomfortable.

"I know! What are you doing here? And what a small world as well!" She replied.

"Oh well, my team and I were enjoying a night out. They had to leave though. Something to do with their dog-sitter. I'll be honest though, I didn't even realise they had one. Shows that even profilers don't pick up on everything."

"David, I am more than aware that profilers don't pick up on everything," she teased.

Aaron cleared his throat. "Dave, I'm gonna go back to my seat before I miss the second opening." A part of him hoped Dave would follow him. He wasn't jealous. Really, he wasn't. He just didn't like the idea of Dave with another person. But it wasn't jealousy. Just friendly concern.

"I'll be back in a moment," Dave said and Aaron tried to not let it sting.

Carolyn smiled at him as he left, and he knew that if Dave did get back together with her, it would be a beautiful partnership.

The second half of the performance started, but Hotch was finding it difficult to concentrate without Dave to talk to. He was almost tempted to leave and call a cab, rather than facing the awkwardness that would come with being stood up as Dave opted to drive with Carolyn instead.

But before he could, Dave was climbing over people to sit beside him.

"I thought you'd be with Carolyn," he said, careful to keep his tone neutral.

"Good lord no, she went back to her partner. And besides, there's nowhere I'd rather be than here."

Aaron didn't reply.

They enjoyed the rest of the show in a comfortable silence. Aaron silently wished their entire lives could be like this.

"That was a lot of fun, wasn't it?" Dave asked as they drove back.

Aaron nodded, closing his eyes for a moment. He knew it was risky to fall asleep- there would be nothing to keep Dave awake if he did, but it was almost too easy.

"Talk to me. It'll stop me from drifting off," he whispered.

Dave looked over at him. "You've never looked quite as beautiful as you do now."

Aaron's eyes flew open. "What?"

"With your hair mussed, and your face relaxed. A hint of a smile on your lips. Lines on your face that most think come from the Hotch glare but I know come from so many moments of completely unrestrained laughter. Faintly red cheeks since you still can't take my compliments even after so many years of receiving them."

"Dave… thank you. For always seeing the best in me. Even when- even when it was difficult for other people to do it, you've always done that. And it's really helped me. With a lot of things."

"Oh Aaron. It's what we do when we-" he suddenly stopped talking as though he had said too much.

"When we?" Aaron asked. His heart was racing because he knew deep down what the end of the statement was, but he needed to hear it. Needed to be sure.

The words suddenly felt heavy in Dave's mouth. And actions had always spoken louder. So he took his eyes off the road, and started to lean in, ready for the fireworks to explode behind his eyes and the crackle of electricity to spread up his spine. It seemed like Aaron was ready as well.

Seemed because at the last moment Aaron screamed.

"Squirrel! Dave, there's a squirrel, hit the brakes!"

Dave did, and very narrowly avoided hitting a tree. "My god, Aaron. Could you have screamed any louder?"

Aaron flushed. "Sorry. It's just there was this one time, when Haley and I were in high school, and we were coming home from a date and she made us stop the car and bury a squirrel because she couldn't bear the fact it would just keep getting squashed- that's really morbid, sorry," he trailed off.

"No it's not. Well it is, but we work with morbid for a living. I'm glad you're able to share these little stories about her."

"You don't mind do you?"

"Never." He's not lying when he says that.

Aaron smiles, and Dave starts the car again, trying to forget how close he'd been to ruining their entire friendship because of a silly infatuation that would have to fade away soon. As he drives back to the apartment, he keeps his eyes fixed on the road.

Aaron tries to not think about how close they'd been to being so much more. He and Dave are friends and that's all they'll ever be. He'll ignore the sting that comes from Dave barely looking at him till he walks him up to his apartment- a habit developed after Foyet because he has to.

Dave hugs him before he leaves. Aaron likes that. He likes that a lot.

When everyone returns to work, Aaron can't help but feel like there's something going on. Like everyone but him and Dave are in on some kind of joke. Anderson seems more chipper than usual and Erin keeps giving him strange looks. He doesn't see the team for most of the day because he's in meetings, but the few seconds he spends with them indicate that something's up. He's not sure how to feel.

"So how was your night out?" Emily asks.

"It was pleasant," he says.

Emily carries on staring at him.

"What?"

"Nothing. Nothing. I promise," she says, although the look she gives Derek means it's definitely something.

"Derek, can we have a word please? Just in my office," he asks because he's going to explode if he doesn't tell someone.

"Someone's in trouble," Emily teases.

Hotch smiles at her antics.

"Is everything okay?" Derek asks, as soon as the door closes behind them.

"Dave and I almost kissed after that date," Aaron says. Neither of them have even sat down.

Derek almost starts cheering. Then the sentence processes fully. "Almost?"

"I got scared. So I told him there was a squirrel in the middle of the road- don't look at me like that, I'm aware."

"Oh Aaron, why did you get scared?"

Aaron shrugs. "It just suddenly felt too real. But now I don't know what to do."

Derek wants to tell him to go get his man, true rom-com style. But that wasn't right. "Do whatever you feel is right. Dave will be there when you're ready to tell him. I'll make sure of it. I promise. But I will say this: whatever you feel for Dave-"

"I don't know what I feel though. That's why I panicked."

"That's okay too. Whatever you feel for him, he won't be angry."

Hotch smiles. "You're a good friend Derek. Spencer's a very lucky man."

Derek grins at him. "Thanks Aaron."

He leaves before he accidentally reveals the bet.

"My plan didn't work," he tells them, keeping the new tidbit of information to himself.

Spencer lets out a quiet whoop. "You guys aren't prepared for the tricks I've got up my sleeve."

Everybody laughed, because they truly believed Reid was joking.

He was not.

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fluff alphabet - spencer reid

A = Attractive (what do they find attractive about the other?)

It would be safe to say you’re strangerly attracted to his genius. Many people find it annoying, how he spits facts completely unwarranted, but not you. His vast knowledge of quite literally anything is what sparked your interest in the young doctor in the first place.

Spencer on the other hand is captivated by your smile. The kindness behind it; how truly genuine it always is. He especially likes when he is the reason that smile spreads across your face, from cheek to cheek, illuminating your perfect features.

B = Baby (do they want a family? why/why not?)

Definitely yes, and you know Spencer would make a great dad. He has a way with kids and it comes to him so naturally. Frankly you can’t wait for the day you get to tell him you’re expecting.

C = Cuddle (how do they cuddle?)

One arm wrapped securely around you, pulling you in as close to him as possible. Your head resting on his shoulder landing just below his chin. He smells your hair taking in the scent of your shampoo before placing a soft kiss on the top of your head.

D = Dates (what are dates with them like?)

He likes to take you out to the movies where you share popcorn and a large soda. A lot of coffee dates where he enlightens you on books he read or reread and you fill him in on the latest pop culture gossip. Nothing too adventurous but never boring.

E = Everything (“you are my ____” (e.g my life, my world…))

“You’re my home.” Spencer whispered, his hands cupping your face. You blinked a couple of times registering what he just said but before you got a chance to respond he continued. “When I’m with you, I feel so comfortable and at peace. I can truly be myself around you, no judgement or scrutiny.” He took a soft breath. “When I’m with you I feel at home and that doesn't make much sense to me but you’ve told me before that not everything has to make sense. Especially when it comes to love.”

F = Feelings (when did they know they were falling in love?)

One evening at a bar with your friends you repeated a fact to the group that Spencer had told you earlier in the week. It caught him off guard because no-one really listens to the rambles that come out of his mouth. Yet here you were, the biggest smile on your face as you reiterated: “chewing gum boosts concentration.”. You glanced at the young doctor from across the table. His eyes lit up as they locked with yours. That’s when he knew.

G = Gentle (are they gentle? If so, how?)

Spencer is one of the gentlest souls you have ever met. He has an incredibly pure and kind heart. He always puts you first and would never dare to do anything that could hurt you. Your happiness is his priority and even though he’s not the most physical person he always does everything in his power to make you see how loved you are.

H = Hand/Hold (how do they like to hold? how do they like to hold hands?)

For many reasons he isn't the biggest fan of public displays of affection. But when he does hold your hand, he traces down your fingers gently with his own before intertwining them. He’d then lift your hand to his lips and place a soft kiss on your knuckle.

I = Impression (first impression/s)

At first Spencer found you quite hard to read. He’s usually not good at social cues or interactions therefore it took him longer than the rest of the team to really get to know you.

You on the other hand were instantly mesmerised by the young doctor. The wealth of knowledge he possessed was captivating and in a way inspiring.

J = Joker (are they into pulling pranks?)

Definitely; Spencer loves a good practical joke. He also has quite a good sense of humour. Not everyone always understands his jokes but they never fail to make you giggle.

K = Kisses (how do they kiss?)

When Spencer kisses you he does so with all his might. Unlike his usual gentle demeanour, when he kisses you it’s always with immense passion. He cups your face with his hands and pulls you in as close as humanly possible.

L = Love (who says I love you first?)

You do - however completely by accident. “Did you know nutmeg can be fatally poisonous?” Spencer asked as the barista handed you a brown paper bag with a pumpkin dessert bar inside. “A little dash of nutmeg in a pumpkin pie or on your eggnog gives it extra flavour Spencer.” You noted flashing him a smile. “Too much nutmeg, however, can be toxic. Two to three teaspoons of raw nutmeg can induce hallucinations, convulsions, pain, nausea, and paranoia that can last for several days.” He stated. You couldn't help but laugh. “I love you Spencer but I’m not going to die because of a sweet indulgence.” It took you a second to register what you just said. Your free hand travelled to your mouth covering it with a soft gasp. “Shit Spencer, I didn-” “You love me?” He interrupted. All you could do was nod in response.

M = Memory (their favourite moment together)

After a particularly hard case Spencer drives you home, like he has done so many times before. He walks you to the door of your apartment and waits until you are safely inside. He places a soft kiss on your forehead and says goodnight - which is when you ask him to come inside, stay the night. Rather than going to sleep however you stay up baking what turned out to be the worst brownies either of you have ever tasted.

N = Nickel (do they spoil? do they buy the person they love everything?)

Spencer is not an overly material person. He prefers to shower you with words of affirmation and subtle compliments. Although when he does give you a gift it is always extremely thoughtful and definitely something that means a lot to the two of you.

O = Orange (what colour reminds them of their other half?)

If he had to associate a colour with you it would be yellow. Yellow - the colour of optimism. The colour of sunshine and enthusiasm. It stimulates the left side of the brain, helping with clear thinking and quick decision making.

P = Pet names (what pet names do they use?)

He shortened your name. It was unintentional when it first happened but you liked the way it sounded so it stuck. You on the other hand, if you’re not using his first name, usually call him ‘honey’ or ‘sugar’ which he used to hate. If you’re feeling giddy you’ll call him by the original nickname you came up before you were dating: ‘suspence’.

Q = Questions (what are the questions they’re always asking?)

“Are you okay?” - you are his priority therefore he likes to make sure nothing is ever wrong. “Do you need anything?” “How are you feeling?”

R = Rainy Day (what do they like to do on a rainy day?)

When the weather outside is far from ideal and the two of you are not out working a case, Spencer likes to curl up on the couch with you. He’ll put on an old back and white movie as you provide the drinks.

S = Sad (how do they cheer themselves/each other up)

If he’s feeling sad you find yourself reaching for a random book on his shelf and reading the first few chapters aloud. His head rests in your lap, eyes closed, as he listens to the sweet sound of your voice.

If you’re feeling down, Spencer will draw you a bath. He’ll light a couple of candles and dot them around the bathroom. He’ll play relaxing music through the speaker of his phone as the two of you enjoy the warm water together.

T = Talking (what do they love to talk about?)

The short answer, everything. You never run out of topics to discuss and the conversation flow is always pleasantly smooth.

U = Unencumbered (what helps them relax?)

Quite simply you. No-one knows Spencer the way you do and even though the two of you haven't been together for very long you know exactly what to say or do to calm him down.

V = Vaunt (what do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

Spencer is modest which is one of the things you admire about him. The one thing he truly shows off is his knowledge of pretty much everything - even if he does it unintentionally.

W = Wedding (when, how, where do they propose?)

“Almost fifty percent of all marriages in the United States end in divorce or separation.” Spencer said turning off the documentary you just finished watching. “Researchers estimate that forty-one percent of all first marriages end in divorce.” He continued. “Well, lets hope when we get married we’ll be in the lucky fifty-nine percent that lasts.” You teased, a small smile circling your lips.

X = Xylophone (what’s their song?)

Let’s Groove by Earth, Wind & Fire. The song was queued by Penelope at one of Rossi’s famous get togethers - before you and Spencer were dating. She swayed and twirled, soon joined by Morgan, as the rest of the group watched and laughed. You glanced at the young doctor and before he got a chance to protest you dragged him into the middle of the room to dance.

Y = You’re the ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

“You’re the Holmes to my Watson.” He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Why am I not Watson?” “Because you’re not that kind of doctor.” You nudged Spencer playfully. He couldn't help but laugh under his breath. “That is a terrible analogy.” “Terrible or not, it’s true.”

Z = Zebra (if they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?)

He wouldn't want a pet for now. The job is too demanding, he’s away for long periods of time and there'd be no-one to take care of it. Perhaps in the future, when you’re married and have kids. Perhaps.

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Unexpected Switch (Part Three)

Summary: Y/n struggles with the memories of the night at the club.

A/N: Well this is my longest part yet! I know there is a lot of dialogue especially in the first scene, but it is necessary. Also you will notice in this part that I have a strong dislike for JJ, we do not hate in this house, but I will do right by her character in the future just bare with me. I love AJ Cook so don’t get that confused. Also I mention something about the reader’s sexuality in this part just making it clear I support the LGBTQ community. I hope you enjoy! I am always open to suggestions or comments.

Part Two: https://90spumkin.tumblr.com/post/631081814828695552/unexpected-switch

Pairing: Spencer Reid/Fem! Reader

Warnings: Explicit language, panic attacks, and talk of mental health (if anyone is struggling with these things and need someone to talk to my inbox is always open. I to struggle with these things and hold no judgment).

Word Count: 2187

“What the hell! A sister? A twin at that.” I had started pacing the length of the table rambling to the curly haired doctor. I could feel his eyes following me, taking in every move I made. I stopped abruptly and looked at Dr. Reid, “I was adopted, but like there’s no way my parents would have known about there being another baby. If they had known they would have told me. Right?”

He looked so taken aback by my sudden focus on him that it took him a moment to register that I had spoken directly to him. He opened and closed his mouth several times like he was trying to string the right words together to answer my question sensibly.

I started pacing again realizing he did not have a good answer for me. “Also, why the hell am I still in this interrogation room? We’ve figured out I’m not the killer.” I run my hands through my hair tugging slightly out of frustration

“Could you sit down you’re making me anxious?”

My body broke out in goosebumps at the sound of the not so silent doctor’s voice. I stopped and turned, my body completely facing him, “What?”

“Could you sit – oh that was a rhetorical question.”, His eyes never left mine as I sat down due to his request.

“So, he does speak. I was starting to think you were mute.”, I tell him with a small smirk. He gives me a kind of intense look while leaning his elbows onto the table separating us.

“It would be very hard for me to do my job now wouldn’t it, y/n?” He said it with a small smile playing over his lips, and the way he said my name had me thinking things very unrelated to the conversation we were currently having.

“No, I guess you couldn’t.” I responded. I sat back in my chair and folded my arms over my chest and wondered if that was all the doctor was going to say to me during our time here.

He muttered something under his breathe while looking down at the table like it was the most interesting thing in the world, “Even though I have plenty of reasons to be selectively mute.”

I don’t think I was meant to hear him by the way his eyes snapped to mine when I said, “I feel like there’s story or two behind that statement.”

He just shakes his head not convincing me otherwise when the door opened and in stepped none other than- “Luke!” I said his name a little to enthusiastically, I was just so happy to see a familiar face. Not that Dr. Reid’s face had not had my thoughts distracted enough.

Luke just kind of chuckled when he greeted me back, “Hi y/n. I now realize how good of a disguise a lot of dirt can be.”

Pretty boy side eyed Luke while saying, “I still don’t understand how you didn’t recognize her; it couldn’t have been that good of a disguise.” His voice held. annoyance and a hint of some other emotion I couldn’t place

“Not everyone has an eidetic memory and an IQ of 187, Reid.” Luke responded. I just stared at Luke and then at the Doctor who had returned his gaze back to the table obviously not enjoying the attention being put on him. Well he just got 10 times hotter if that is even possible.

“Okay y/n we have kept you in here while we ran a profile on you before fully deciding if you were an accomplice or a victim in all of this.” Luke said all this without missing a beat. He quickly continued when he looked up from the files he had brought in and saw the displeased look on my face. “We couldn’t be sure until we ran every part of the profile with you in it. We now know that you are very much a victim, a victim to more than you realize.”

I had so many questions but before I could form the words Luke held up and finger hushing me. “We will explain everything in time, but first Dr. Reid is going to conduct a cognitive interview allowing you to explain more of what happened at the club. Then once Agent Prentiss has the approval, we will be taking this case back to Quantico.”

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After many heated phone calls between Agent Prentiss and the poor soul on the other end of the line; we were on the BAU’s private jet headed back to Quantico. I made a mental note not to get on the boss lady’s bad side.

I sat in the back of the plan alone staring out the window. I couldn’t help but to think about the memories that were unlocked during the cognitive interview that took place back in Massachusetts.

“Y/n close your eyes and think back to when you were at the bar and received the text message from your friends.” I closed my eyes and allowed Dr. Reid’s voice to transport me back to the previous night.

I could smell the alcohol and sweat from the people that surrounded me. I saw the text from my friend as clear as day. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up as a scream was let out across the club. I turned my head toward the sound and saw a woman stumbling back from the stairs that led up to the bathrooms. That was when all hell broke loose, and everyone was stumbling over each other trying to get to the exits at the front of the building. I started pushing my way through the stampede of people trying to reach where the scream resonated from. I knew someone had called 911 because I could hear the sirens in the distance. When I finally reached my destination. I could only stand in shock at the scene in front of me.

My focus was suddenly brough back to the plan by the sudden burning in my chest. I clutched at the material of shirt that covered my chest. I started gasping for breath. I felt the presence of someone to my left, but I couldn’t focus on them. This it! The abys finally has me.

“Y/n focus on my voice. Tell me what you smell.”

“Leather…and…vanilla?” I barely whispered the words.

“Okay good. What do you hear?”

I took a moment my breathing starting to stabilize, “The rumbling of the plane’s engine.”

I opened my eyes that I hadn’t even realized I had closed, and I was met with the beautiful doctor’s face consorted with worry. I then noticed all the other agents had gathered around me, but at a safe distance not overwhelming me.

“I’m okay” I tell them giving a small reassuring smile. Most of the team nodded and went back to their seats after lingering just a tad longer watching me to make sure I was truly okay. The fact that Agent Jareau was the first one to walk away did not go unnoticed. Hateful bitch.

Once the others were convinced, I wasn’t going to pass out and had returned to their seats; Dr. Reid stood from his position crouched down next to me and slid into the seat across from me. He fixated that pierce stare of his on me, no doubt taking in all my behavior to really make sure I was okay.

I broke the silence by thanking him and his only response was a quick nod. A few minutes passed before the silence was broken again.

“How long have you been having these panic attacks?” His face was set in a way that let me know he genuinely wanted to know.

I leaned my head back against the seat smelling the leather I had mentioned earlier. “They started the night at the club. The first one was brought on by a dream, well more like a nightmare.”

He sat quietly listening to me as I explained the darkness that seemed to take over my mind since that night. “Any time I think about that night it’s kind of like my brain wants to shut down, and I am thrown into this dark abys and I’m drowning just like in my dream. I’m sorry you probably weren’t that curious.”

He quickly responded reassuring me, “No, it’s okay I was curious.” He crossed his arms over his chest before he continued, “Most panic attacks are brought on by anxiety, and that would make sense in your situation. Your dream is more than likely your brain trying to cope with the fear of the accident and all the immense stress you have been experiencing the past day or so. In many cases doctors just write it off as genetics, but studies have shown that that is not the most common reasons. In fact, anxiety and panic attacks are caused more by PTSS than it is anything.”

He stopped abruptly and I couldn’t help but wonder why. I guess my faced asked before I could form the words because he proceeds. “I’m sorry I tend to ramble about facts that no one actually cares about.”

I couldn’t help but be in shock at the fact that he was so eager to share his knowledge and two how could people hate to listen to this man talk when he sounds so happy exposing the wisdom he has locked inside that brilliant brain of his.

“Hey, I for one enjoy learning new things especially if that something is happening to me and I don’t quite understand why. So, do not ever apologize for spilling facts to me while we are associated with one another during this case, or even after if our paths ever cross again.”

The small smile he had on his face was all I needed to know that he appreciated everything I said. We sat in comfortable silence the rest of the plane ride, except for the small snores coming from the pile of muscles laid across one of the seats known as SSA Matt Simmons.

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After the jet landed Agent Prentiss lead me to her office and dismissed the team to go home for the night to come back in the morning refreshed.

Once we reached Agent Prentiss’s office, she led to the small leather couched placed against the back wall. She informed me that she would be right back before walking right back out the door we just entered. She returned not even 5 minutes later with two bags of potato chips and two bottles of water

“I am absolutely starving, and I know you are, I could hear your stomach growling from the other side of the plane.” She handed me the food and water and I gave her a small thank you as she pulled a chair up to sit across from me.

“Okay y/n I know it’s late so I’m not going to conduct another cognitive interview you need rest and a real meal before that. I do have one question for you though. Are you okay?”

I just stared at the dark-haired woman in front of me and barely croaked out a response, “What?”

“We may be federal agents y/n, but we aren’t heartless. You’ve been through so much in the past couple of days and I know your mental state can’t be the best right now taken you’ve had at least two panic attacks in 24 hours.” The look I gave her must have been enough for her to know what I was thinking. “I may have overheard your conversation with Reid earlier.”

I looked down at my lap and started fiddling with a piece of string connected to the seam of the shirt I had gotten from the homeless shelter. I must look as bad as I feel.

I of course don’t tell her that instead I say, “I’m okay Agent Prentiss, honestly.” I don’t look up at her until she says, “Please call me Emily.”

I smiled at her kindness and nodded. I swear if I weren’t straight, I could fall for this woman right here right now.

The door to Emily’s office swings open making both of us jump as the most colorful woman on earth rushes in.

“Shit! Penelope!” Emily holds a hand over her chest and scolds the rainbow woman. I on the other hand am trying to calm my heartbeat that is beating so loudly I’m sure the other two woman can hear it.

Penelope’s expression is sincere yet frantic as she says, “I am so sorry Em, but I was finally able to dig up everything on y/n family. Oh, hi you’re y/n, oh my gosh hi. I am so sorry I didn’t realize. Oh, you poor thing.” She says all this with both hands cupped over her heart as if everything that has happen caused her heart to actually hurt.

I looked between the bubbly woman who almost made me pee myself and Emily, trying to process what had just happened.

Emily looked at me and then at Penelope and said, “Tell us everything.”.

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hotchscotchh · 3 years

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Reimagined; Chapter 2 - Owen Savage

Hello again! The first chapter of this didn’t get a lot of traction, so I’m hoping that adding this chapter helps. I hope y’all enjoy it! If you do, please let me know. I love reading your comments, especially tags when reblogged :) (also, sorry if the formatting is weird, I did this on my phone)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Spencer Reid

Warnings: mentions of bullying, mentions of past drug use, angst

Word count: 1.7k

Summary: Spencer needs some comfort in the aftermath of Owen Savage.

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Chapter 1, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Based on 3x16 Elephant’s Memory

Hotch had no idea what had been going on with Reid during this case, but he was determined to get to the bottom of it. He had felt bad for the way he reprimanded the man, as it was obviously something that hit very close to home for Reid to react like that, but it had to be done. Hotch couldn’t let him continue to make decisions that were going to put his life at risk. He knew what Reid had been going through the past year, how could he not? He had a lot of guilt for not stepping up to help him in that situation. Gideon told him he was handling it, but Hotch didn’t know that Gideon hadn’t said a word to Reid about it, let alone helping him in the slightest. He didn’t think he could ever forgive Jason for that.

“Reid,” Hotch called after they had both stepped off the jet. “Are you going to catch that movie?” Reid looked down at his feet and nodded. “I think I’ll come with you.” “Hotch, I’d really prefer if you didn’t. This is personal, and not something you should really know about. You’ll get in trouble for not reporting it,” Reid answered. “Let me at least give you a ride. I’m allowed to give my subordinate a ride home when they didn’t drive in, right?” Hotch insisted. Reid gave a small smile. “I suppose.”

The ride to Reid’s “movie” was spent in silence. Neither were ready to broach the day’s topic on a personal level. It was different when Aaron had to reprimand him as his superior. Reid got out of the car when they arrived without saying anything. When the door was about to close, he cautiously opened it again and with a shaky voice asked, “should I expect you to be here when I come out?” “Of course, Reid. I am just giving my subordinate a ride home, after all,” Hotch replied with a smirk.

After Spencer left, Aaron couldn’t help but think of what the genius had gone through to make him identify with Owen so much. He knew Spencer had been bullied in school, but he didn’t really know the extent of it. He did know how cruel children could be though, having experienced it himself in his school years, maybe not as extremely, but Aaron had not been well liked. He never lived up to his father’s name, not by the community’s standards, at least. They never knew what had become of Aaron Hotchner, though. Big shot lawyer, unit chief of one of the FBI’s most sought after units. No, they didn’t know, and that thought is what let Aaron fall asleep most nights.

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An hour later, Spencer returned to his boss’ car feeling about fifty pounds lighter. Aaron hadn’t started the car after Spencer had gotten in and put his seat belt on, so he looked over to find the older man staring at him with an expression that Spencer couldn’t read. “Feel better?” Spencer nodded. Aaron waited a moment, as if he thought Spencer might say something more (he knew he wouldn’t) before speaking up again. “How’s dinner sound? There’s an all-night diner just a few blocks from here,” Hotch asked. “Okay. I don’t…” Spencer trailed off, trying to decide if this was really something he wanted to disclose with his boss. But it wasn’t Hotch sitting in front of him. It was Aaron. Aaron who cared for him. Aaron who knew about his addiction. Aaron who wouldn’t judge him, no matter what he said. “I don’t think I should be alone just yet,” he finally finished, voice small as if he thought he might be chastised for saying what he did. Aaron knew what Spencer meant, and began to drive them to the diner without commenting.

They had been seated in the diner, ordered coffee, and were looking over their menus when Aaron decided to speak up again. “Spencer, you know you can call me anytime you don’t feel like you should be alone, right? If you need a ride to a meeting, or just someone to sit with.” Spencer let out a sigh. “No, Hotch, I can’t come to you. You’re my boss. And if Strauss finds out that you didn’t report this, she’ll finally be able to achieve her goal of firing you, and for good reason. I can’t put this burden on you.” “Stop right there. You will never be a burden to me, Spencer. Never. Screw what Strauss has to say. I’m not your boss in a time like this. I’m not Agent Hotchner right now. I’m just Aaron.” Spencer let out a laugh. It was just what he had thought before in the car, but now Aaron was saying it too. “I want to be your friend, Spencer. I want to be there for you, to help you through this.” Spencer looked down again, attempting to inconspicuously wipe the tears from his eyes. It didn’t work very well. He hadn’t expected that part. Spencer had never had friends. He never had someone he could lean on when he needed to talk, or just to not be alone. It was a good feeling, knowing that there was someone out there willing to be that for him, even if he didn’t 100% believe him. Aaron placed his hand on top of the one that Spencer had laying on the table. “Spencer, look at me.” He did. “I know you haven’t ever had a consistent support system, but now you do. You have a family.” Family. That was something else Spencer never expected to have. A group of people to look to for comfort. To get advice from. To fall back onto when you can’t keep going anymore. “You can come to any one of us, we won’t judge you. Will you tell me what bothered you so much about this case? I need to know why you reacted the way you did. Not as your boss, as your friend. I want to help you through this.”

“Oh, Spence,” Aaron said when the words had stopped spilling from Spencer’s mouth. They were both crying at this point, and the waitress had obviously decided to stay out of their way. Even people just looking on could tell that the conversation was an intense one. Aaron got out of his side of the booth they were sitting in and slid in next to Spencer. He wrapped him up in a hug, holding him close and letting the younger man cry into his shoulder. “Spencer, there are so many amazing things about you. I don’t think I could even name all of them. But your brain isn’t at the top of the list. You’re amazing because you’re you. You do magic tricks in the office just to make the girls smile. You have all this amazing knowledge that you could’ve put to use in so many ways, but you chose the FBI. You chose to help people. To stop serial killers. To save lives. That is why you’re amazing, Spencer. Sure, your brain is too, but that’s not it. You’re so much more than that.” Spencer wanted to be embarrassed by the scene he was causing, but he was so comforted by this that he couldn’t make himself be.

A few minutes later he pulled back and looked Aaron in the eye before glancing down at his soaked shirt. “Thank you, Aaron,” Spencer said, placing his hand over the wet spot. Chuckling, he continued, “sorry about your shirt. And for causing a scene.” “Don’t worry about it, Spence. You obviously needed that,” Aaron replied going back to his own seat and waving over a waitress leaving one hand resting on top of Spencer’s. They both ordered milkshakes and enjoyed them beneath the idle chatter that flowed easily between the two. Aaron stood up. “It’s my turn to pay,” he said with a smirk, holding his hand out to help Spencer up out of the booth. Spencer smiled. It was a smile that made Aaron falter for a moment. Was Spencer always that beautiful? He snapped himself out of the trance he had seemingly been in and continued to the counter at the front of the diner.

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Spencer had fallen asleep in his car. They hadn’t talked much on the way back, both finally feeling the exhaustion from the past few days settle on him. When they arrived at Spencer’s apartment complex, Aaron softly shook him awake. The words that came out of Spencer’s mouth shocked Aaron. “Will you stay the night? My couch is really comfortable.” Aaron just stared at him. Spencer continued, “I, I just don’t think I should be alone yet.” Aaron’s face softened. “Of course, Spencer.”

The couch was very comfortable, but he shouldn’t be surprised. Spencer wasn’t one to lie. That night, Aaron fell asleep and dreamt of his subordinate. Mainly about how beautiful it was when that big giddy grin lit it up. He woke up from those dreams confused. When did “Reid” become “Spencer?” And when did the adjectives he associated with him change from “smart” and “amazing” change to include the words “beautiful” and “perfect?”

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imagining-in-the-margins · 3 years

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Rejected Requests Part 5

Hello everyone! I am unfortunately back with another set of Rejected Requests (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 , Part 7 , Part 8).

I understand this is very disappointing for many of you (especially those that have been waiting for a long time). I promise it has nothing to you, and mostly it’s just because my brain has decided it doesn’t want to cooperate.

I will post the rejected fics below the cut. I want to give you the opportunity to ask another Author (check the list of Authors currently seeking requests here!)

Here is the list for anyone who might want to pursue the request with someone else, or for any writers that are looking for inspiration.

If you do write one of these, PLEASE comment here so the original Anon might be able to find it!

The scenes I’ve written in H2M are the closest to DD/lg I’m comfortable writing. Little space used in a sexual way would be very triggering for me, so I have to pass. I understand many people use this as a way to cope with trauma, so I’m sorry I can’t help you with that. I wish you the best of luck!

Just because I tend to avoid crossovers, and I couldn’t make it make logical sense unless they were related, and that would make me uncomfortable. I’m sure someone out there would make it make sense without them being related, though.

Not really a request, but I included it here because I’m not sure how I would write it. It is very similar to Different Dialects, though, you’re right. It sounds like a great idea for a poem or short work unrelated to fandom! I’m not going to write anything for it, but I might incorporate it into later works. Who knows.

Please read my requesting guidelines! I don’t write anal for personal (trauma) reasons. I’m sure someone else will write this, though. People do love pegging fics!

I had a request very similar to this not long ago that I also rejected. I’m not the biggest fan of cheating fics, so don’t take it too personally, lol. I just have a lot of trauma associated with them so I have to be very inspired to write them.

I did write a blurb about Spencer calming you down during an anxiety attack! You can find it here.

I don’t want to write about anyone disrespecting a PolyAm couple! I dig jealous Spencer, tho. There is a similar-ish scene in It’s Too Cliche.

This one... This has been in my inbox for like nine months. I doubt you’re even still here, but if you are, I’m sorry I never got the inspiration to write it. That being said, I handed a huge chunk of my dialogue for it over to @andiebeaword, who is going to write it. It’s looking great already.

So, @zhuzhubii has a fic like this! It’s called Act Natural. I don’t like writing exhibitionism scenes, and will only do them very sporadically (like the one scene in H2M). This fic is great, tho. Just a personal preference of mine.

Same reason as the one before - I’m just not a fan of writing exhibitionism, so I will only do it very rarely. I did float the idea of Chip finding the remote to a few writers, though. Like, he doesn’t realize and accidentally turns it on and then can’t figure out how to turn it off. Hilarious.

I realized while planning this that I’ve changed it so much to something I’m comfortable and excited to write that it essentially didn’t fulfill the request anymore. I’m just TERRIBLE at Yandere characters. Protege is the closest I have. This is essentially the opposite of @zhuzhubii‘s fic “I Will Possess Your Heart,” though, which is also great.

AUs are verrrryyyy hard for me in this fandom for some reason. I just can’t make the brain do the thing. I’m sorry, but I hope you find someone who also loves them!

That’s it for now, folks! If you’ve read this far… Thank you! Sorry for all of you that I denied, but I hope that this clears you to ask some of the other authors here!

Thank you for your support. I appreciate all of you more than I can explain!

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prettyboyspenceee · 5 years

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Request: “Heyyy I have a very angsty request if you’re down. Maybe the readers being accused for a crime and everyone’s confused and some people at the bau believe r did it but spencer is one of the only people who believe r didn’t. And r knows who did it but won’t tell anyone cause r doesn’t want the other person getting in trouble for it. Thank you sm! Sorry if that doesn’t make sense and thank you for taking the time to read this.” - @lavender-writer

A/N: Hey! I feel like I’ve been on a writing streak. I’ve been feeling really inspired. Anyways, I kinda tweaked the concept a bit! I feel like the BAU would always stick up for the members of their team so in this fic they’re mostly confused. This is a long one so buckle up!

Description: When the Reader gets arrested by the DOJ when they’re suspected of murder the entire team races to clear their name. The reader knows who is framing them but won’t tell the team or the DOJ in fear of the team getting hurt.

Character Appearances: Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Jennifer “JJ” Jareau, David Rossi, Aaron Hotchner, Penelope Garcia.

OC: Leo Walker, Agent Clarence

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds! Once again, I wouldn’t be here writing and I would’ve already written myself into the show

Female Reader! X Spencer Reid

(Y/N) - Your Name

(Y/L/N) - Your Last Name

Word Count: 2,372

Posted: October 5th, 2019

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You sat in interrogation room number 5, you remembered reading the room number before you were pushed in by Agent Clarence.

“I’m going to ask you again Agent (Y/L/N), where were you on the night of October 24th?” Agent Clarence asked you with a straight face, “I’m not playing games, (Y/L/N).”

“Neither am I, Agent Clarence.” You said curtly.

You were stonewalling him, “Bring the BAU in here. That is my only condition.”

“No.” He said. And then you went quiet again.

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On the night of October 24th, you got a phone call. You knew it was coming, you had prepared for it for a good two years of your life. Even so, your blood ran cold.

“Hey, sis! It’s Leo, Leo Walker” His voice was as cold as ice.

You gulped, “What do you want, Leo?”

“Well, I want a lot of things. But you know the thing that I want the most?” He paused, “I want the life you took from me back.” He spat the words out and your throat went dry, “Something big is happening (Y/N) and if you tell anyone, especially that little team of yours, they’re dead. Blood will be on YOUR hands.” After the last sentence, he hung up.

That night you went straight home, not even bothering to tell the team you were leaving. The next week you were arrested.

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Spencer couldn’t think. The BAU had never seen him like this, they watched worriedly as he paced back in forth in the conference room.

“Pretty boy, you need to calm down,” Derek said softly.

“Don’t tell me to calm down, Derek! (Y/N) was just arrested and charged for not one murder, not two murders, but FIVE.” Spencer yelled.

“Hotch, please. We have to go over there.” Spencer pleaded. His eyes were wild and his hair was a tangled mess. His clothes were wrinkled and it looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

The entire team knew he cared deeply for (Y/N). It went deeper than his brotherly love for the rest of the team, they knew he was in love with her.

JJ, Emily, and Penelope were always trying to convince him to ask her out, the day he actually plucked up the courage to, he got a call saying that she was arrested on the account for 5 murders. When he got that call, it was like the BAU came crashing down.

“I’ll see what I can do, Spencer. JJ, stay with Spencer. Garcia, Prentiss, I need you both to look through every little piece of (Y/N)’s life with a fine-tooth comb. Morgan and Rossi will be with me making calls to every department, this is officially a case for the BAU.

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Before this mess, you were an agent with Sex Crimes. It was your second year with the unit when you were assigned your first undercover mission. You were always teased about looking younger than everyone thought you were, you were 22 at the time but everyone said you looked 16. You never thought that looking younger would help the Bureau. Your mission was to infiltrate a sex-trafficking ring involving foster parents and their foster kids.

You were placed with the Walker family, they had 3 foster children and one biological son named Leo Walker. Leo was fifteen when you met him and when his parents and countless others were arrested, he blamed you for ruining his life.

When the case was closed it was considered classified. The sex trafficking ring had ties with the Italian Mafia and the Bureau was worried about the safety of the children involved as well as the agents involved, especially you. The Walker family was heavily associated with the Mafia which was something you found out when you were undercover, you weren’t scared at the time, just worried for the children. After your mission you were transferred to the BAU, you had been with the team for about four years now and you couldn’t be happier, you had found your family.

Even so, you felt bad for Leo. You felt bad that he blamed you for ruining his life but you couldn’t feel too bad knowing the countless number of lives you saved.

You knew Leo would come back, you just didn’t know when.

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“Alright. We are heading downtown to review the interrogation. (Y/N) specifically asked ALL of us to be there, Agent Clarence only agreed to get her talking.” Hotch announced to the team.

The team nodded. They were trained to get into the heads of serial killers but they never thought that one day they would have to get into the head of one of their own. They were confused, stressed and tired.

They all stood up at once and rushed to the SUVs. Hotch pulled Garcia aside, “Garcia, I need you to stay here. I want you to unseal file AXY-398, it was an undercover mission (Y/N) was working on before she was transferred here.”

“On it, Sir.” The sound of her heels echoed through the hallways of the BAU was the only thing the team labeled as normal on a day like today.

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“Your team is here, Agent (Y/L/N).” Agent Clarence told you, “Now, I have all the evidence I need to convict you. Your DNA was left at all five crime scenes, your off duty weapon was used to shoot all five victims!” he hit his hand against the metal table that you were cuffed to, “I’m giving you one chance to explain yourself, now is the time.”

You took a deep breath, “If you looked into my history, you would know that the weapon that killed all five victims was my weapon when I was with Sex Crimes. I changed it once I got to the BAU.”

“Well, why is it still registered in your name?” Agent Clarence asked smugly.

“Someone must’ve registered it in MY name,” you replied.

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Spencer perked up when you emphasized the word “my”. The rest of the team caught it too. You hadn’t emphasized any other words the entire time you had been held.

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“Well, who would register it in your name, (Y/L/N)? Any ideas?” Agent Clarence asked sarcastically.

You knew you were innocent but this man was getting on your last nerve, “Well it’s not like I have a BROTHER. Do I? Or did you forget to check?”

Clarence rolled his eyes, “We looked in your file. We know you don’t have a brother.”

You checked your watch, “Well you didn’t look hard enough.”

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The team shared a look, “A brother?” Emily asked in a harsh whisper.

“Spence, did (Y/N) ever mention having a brother?” JJ asked.

“No. Never,” Spencer mumbled.

All of a sudden they heard Hotch’s phone ring, “You’re on speaker, Garcia.”

“Okay, so, when (Y/N) worked at Sex Crimes she was a huge part of an undercover mission. Her main role was to infiltrate sex-trafficking through the foster system. Since our girl looks like she’s 18 now, she looked 16 when she was 22. I just unsealed the file and it turns out she was placed with a family named the Walkers posing as a foster kid. They had three foster daughters and, oh-”

“What is it, Garcia?” JJ asked.

“They had one biological son, Leo Walker.”

“Is that it?” Spencer asked hurriedly.

“No. The Walkers had ties with the Italian Mafia. That’s why the case was sealed, it was for the safety of (Y/N) and the children involved. (Y/N) wasn’t allowed to talk about it. Ever.”

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“With all due respect, Agent Clarence, you have no motive and no witnesses.” (Y/N) said. You were getting tired, it was nearing hour 8 of your interrogation and you only got one break. You hoped the team got your message, you hoped they were safe.

The door swung open and it was Hotch, “I have an order from the director. Agent (Y/N) (Y/L/N) is innocent. If you looked deeper into her file you would see that she was involved in an undercover operation involving the Italian Mafia. I hope that you're competent enough to make the connection that Agent (Y/L/N) is being framed. I’m sure you’ll be hearing from your director.”

Agent Clarence eyed Hotch wondering if he should challenge him, he thought about it for a minute and then he uncuffed your hands. “Have a good night, Agent Clarence!” You gave him a sarcastic smile and your best wave. Hotch’s lips twitched into a small smile which you thought was equivalent to a laugh.

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You were greeted with bone-crushing hugs as you stepped into the BAU, except Spencer. He was distant and tense, you noticed how he could barely look at you.

“Spence. Can you just talk to me?” You pleaded.

“No, (Y/N)! I can’t just talk to you. You never talked to me!” He yelled.

The team wasn’t surprised by his outburst, he had been through so much over the years but when something happened to you it’s like he couldn’t think. His brain was muddled by every memory of you.

You were speechless. After 4 years at the BAU, you and Spencer had gotten extremely close and he had never spoken to you that way. You felt defeated but you had to gather yourself, you had to catch Leo.

You turned to Hotch, “I know where Leo is, I know how he thinks. I need to find him, you can be my backup but I have to go alone. He wants me and he won’t stop until he gets me. I’m his endgame.”

Immediate shouts of protests came from the team, “Absolutely not, Little Mama. You go in, we go in with you.”

“No, Derek! He said he would kill you all if you knew. We have an advantage here. He doesn’t know that we all know, we have to use that,” you turned to Hotch, “Please Hotch, I’ve been preparing this for years now. I can’t have any more blood on my hands.”

Hotch looked at the team and then back at you, “I’ll get SWAT on the line, no one does anything without my signal.”

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You drove alone to your foster house in Alexandria, you took a deep breath, this was it. The house was abandoned but you knew Leo was there because the curtains in his old bedroom were pulled back.

You kept your hand on your gun and you had your ankle holster in case something went wrong. You opened the door and there he was, sitting in the middle of the family room.

“I was wondering what took you so long. How did you get out?” Leo asked with a smug smile.

“That’s not important. What do you want Leo?”

“You.” He replied.

“Well, you have me. Now what?”

“Give me your gun. Don’t try anything, I have eyes everywhere.”

You slid your gun across the dirty wood floor, “Good. Take a seat, (Y/N). We have a lot of catching up to do.” He pointed to an old wooden chair.

You sat down and your hands were immediately being taped up behind the chair but you stood still, he wouldn’t hurt you, not yet at least. Leo wanted you to talk and he wasn’t going to kill you before you did.

“It was so easy to frame you, (Y/N). I kept the hairbrush you used when you stayed here. At first it was because I was lonely, but like you, it always came in handy.”

You said nothing, you were profiling him. Leo was obsessive, he wouldn’t stop until he had you dead.

“Ah. Paralyzed by fear? Not so tough now.” He giggled like a schoolboy, “I’m going to ask you a series of questions and once we’re done, I’m going to kill you.”

You nodded wordlessly, using that as a distraction so you could start trying to break the tape on your hands.

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Spencer was anxious, he couldn’t stand that you were helpless with this maniac. He wished that he was in your place, he wished that you were safe.

“Hey Kid, we’re going to get her back. When we do, you can tell her how you feel.” Rossi said as he grabbed Spencer’s shoulder.

Spencer turned to Rossi, “My feelings? What are you talking about?” Spencer never told anyone about his feelings for (Y/N) because he didn’t want her finding out.

“I’ve seen the way you look at her, it’s a look I’ve seen on many men before you, it’s the same way Will looks at JJ, it’s the same way Derek looks at Savannah. You love her.”

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“Why did you ruin my life?” Leo asked.

“It wasn’t my choice, Leo. I checked on you as often as I could, but life got in the way.” You said softly.

Leo paused to think, “Are you in love?”

“Yes,” you answered immediately. You thought of Spencer, the man who had captured your heart for the past 4 years.

“With who?” Leo asked, “Consider this your last words because, after this, we’re done.”

Leo turned his back to you and you finally had a chance. You pulled your hands free as silently as you could and grabbed your gun from your ankle holster and hid it underneath your arm.

“Who are you in love with, (Y/N)?” Leo pulled out your old gun, the one used to kill the first five victims.

“S-Spencer Reid.” You said. You watched as readied his finger against the trigger. Before he even pulled the trigger a shot rang out through the house. As Leo fell, you saw SWAT and the BAU storm through the house. You grabbed your sidearm and holstered it.

“(Y/N)!”

You turned and you faced Spencer. He pulled you into a hug, “Did you mean it?” He mumbled into your hair.

“Mean what, Spence?” You said pulling back from the hug.

“Do you love me?”

“I do. I’ve loved you for the past 4 years.” You smiled with tears in your eyes.

“I loved you ever since the day I’ve met you,” Spencer replied.

“It’s good to know that the feeling is mutual,” you chuckled.

“Yeah, it is.”

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reid2me · 3 years

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14. You Can’t Be Everything You Wanna Be Before Your Time

FIND THE REST OF THE STORY HERE

We spent the rest of our night discussing future plans: when I would move in; where all my stuff would go; Spence even hinted that he wanted kids with me, I’m not really sure how to feel about that, but I guess it’s not really an issue right now, right now I am happy, laying in Spencer’s arms.

As if by magic Spence’s phone rings, It’s like serial killers only strike when we’re having a cute moment, he shifts awkwardly under me in order to grab his phone,

“yeah, I’ll be in right away.” Has recently become your least favourite sentence,

“could serial killers not just take the day off.” I moan to him, his chuckles as he wriggles out from under me,

I must have fallen back asleep because when you get up he is no where to be found but the scent of coffee Is filling your nostrils, which I will never complain about.

Normally it is Reid’s phone that is ringing but this time it was mine, I picked up the unfamiliar number, and to my surprise Mr Dolye’s chipper tone answered me,

Mr Doyle: I’ve been talking to my associate and we’ve set up the blog, I’ll send you all the details and you can work on it whenever you want, but no pressure.

Vienna: thanks, that sounds great, I’d just like to say thank you for this opportunity.

Mr Doyle: It’s my pleasure.

Will that Mr Doyle hung up, so naturally I started dancing around the kitchen like a madwomen, of course, it was at that very moment that Spence walked out of the bathroom, I guess he hadn’t left then?!?

“what are you doing?”

“I’m celebrating!!”

“what are you celebrating?” he seemed enthusiastic but nervous at the same time

“oh, my god, I completely forgot to tell you, my boss is letting me write a blog for the store, and he just called to confirm things.”

“that’s so good, and I really wish I could celebrate with you but I’ve got a case.” He face visually dropped as his disappointment reached the surface,

“spence, It’s ok, go to save a life.”

“I love you.” He leaned down to give me a kiss goodbye, a long, meaningful kiss,

“see you later lover boy.” I smiled against his lips

“when I get back we are going out to celebrate!”

“I can’t wait.” With that spence grabbed his satchel and headed out the door, as soon as he left a wave a loneliness hit me, but I was soon pulled back to the surface by Mr Doyle’s email slamming into my inbox, maybe that would keep me occupied for today?

I read his instructions and everything seemed self explanatory, so I got to work planning my first post, ‘my favourite crime novels’

I began racking my brain for my favourite crime novels, there were some classics: strangers on a train; malice afterthough; murder on the Orient express and so on, but there were also some modern tales: fifty fifty; the damned and the destroyed; death in the family.

Last night I posted my first post on Bluebird’s blog, and I’m proud of myself, I even sent the link to Spence, but he never replied so he must be busy.

When I got to the store Mr Doyle was waiting for me, I thought I was going to get a rant about ‘that’s not the kind of stuff I want you to write’ but instead he smiled and thanked me, he said,

“someone already came in and bought all the books off of your list, you don’t know how much this means to me.”

I simply smiled as worked my shift, Mr Doyle’s blog endeavour did seem to have worked as there were definitely more people in the store than usual and I was happy to help.

Towards the end of the shift my phone rang, thinking it was Reid I practically ran to my phone, but I was surprised when I was greeted by the dulcet tones of Derek Morgan, not an unpleasant surprise, but a surprise non the less,

Derek: hey is this Vienna?

Vienna: yeah, how cam I help?

Derek: Reid’s injured, he’s OK but I think he would feel better if you were here.

Vienna: Oh my god, what happened? I’ll need to check with my boss.

Derek: we were taking down an unsub and he got shot in the shoulder, he’s Ok, I just think he would feel better with you here.

Vienna: yeah of course, which hospital?

Derek: Washington General

Vienna: Ok, I’ll be there as soon as I can

With that I hung up and immediately rang Mr Doyle, he was very gracious and said he would cover for me, I thanked him and then locked up.

I got to Washington general faster than I should have by breaking a few minor traffic laws, I’m not sure how spencer would feel about that?

Derek was waiting for me outside, and let me tell you he is not what I was expecting, he lead me to Reid,

The moment I saw him my heart dropped, his shoulder was bandaged up, implying his injury but he looked so peaceful, I took a seat next to him and held his hand in mine, I think it was more comforting for me than him.

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JUNE 2020

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Ryan Murphy’s Hollywood is great. I don’t know how to feel about the fast and the loose and the nice made up endings like Once upon a time in Hollywood. Will this be a trend??** Another great one on Netflix is, Have a good trip.

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Days alert: Look for Lani to become pregnant. Eli and Justin are both thinking marriage. Claire is back which will bring Shawn and Belle back. Gabi may be kidnapped. Word is that July will have a wedding every week that will lead to a funeral. Allie Horton is all grown up and heading back with a secret. Will she be like Mom, Sami?? Brady thinks that ruining Titan will get back at Victor. Sonny and Will may get a chance at another child. Eve may be back later in the summer. And, C’mon Xander, do something wonderful to get your woman back. Lucas may be on the way back and Orpheus is leaving. ** Judi Evans (Adrienne) had a serious horseback riding accident on May 16. She had broken ribs, a collapsed lung and 2 chipped vertebrae. The good news was in the hospital they discovered a blood clot so the whole thing saved her life.

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Seth Rogan, Steve Carell and Ben Schwartz are donating funds to bailout Minneapolis protestors after the death of George Floyd.** The country has been turned upside down as another cop kills another black man. No need to rehash, we have all seen it. I wonder if those four horrible cops are proud of what they have done to their city. Could we finally have a tipping point in this time when racism is spotlighted with our racist President? After many incidents in just the past couple of weeks and everyone on edge with coronavirus, it has boiled over. Scary Clown threatens to start shooting as Minneapolis burns down. Burn down a police station, get a cop arrested (finally)? Seems worth it to me. The way the killer looked into the camera as if he was just so proud is gonna stick with us as it should. ** A CNN crew were arrested live on the air but released later after Jeff Zucker spoke to Gov. Walz.** Liberate Minnesota was the Trump tweet, well, they are working on it.** I am hearing people saying in all sincerity lately that it is time for the humans to go, we are ruining each other and the planet.

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John Cusack put out video of police coming at him with batons and pepper sprayed him as he protested in Chicago. More than 1000 were arrested and it continues.** In Flint, Sheriff Chris Swanson and other police put down helmets and joined the protestors. Police in Schenectady took a knee and joined the march. The behavior is spreading and look what a difference it makes, could they be starting to get it?

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Word is that Trevor Noah has been proven much more popular than the other late night hosts since they have been at home.

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Axl Rose and Steve Mnuchin had a twitter feud.

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China announced plans to introduce a National Security law in Hong Kong. The law enables mainland Chinese National security agencies to operate in the city for the first time. Using a rarely used constitutional method, they bypassed Hong Kong legislature. Since the former British colony became a semi-autonomous region of China more than 20 years ago, they have manages its own affairs. The law will affect media, education, politics and international business. Many acts will now be criminalized. Hong Kong is party to international treaties guaranteeing civil liberties that China is not. The U.S. is urging Bejing to reconsider. Pro- democracy demonstrators in Hong Kong were tear gassed as they yelled, “Liberate Hong Kong, revolution of our times.”

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The Michael Flynn charges were dropped.

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Holyoke soldier’s home in Massachusetts lost 70 souls to Coronavirus. AP photographer David Goldman got a projector and cast big pictures the vets onto the homes of loved ones. Each one had a story including one vet who was sent to Nuremberg to guard Nazis. He claimed to have filled Hermann Goring’s glass with toilet water.

*****

The swimming Dinosaur, Spinosaurus has been getting a lot of attention. The Sahara desert which was once massive rivers kept the first intact aquatic dinosaur. With a snout, teeth and jaw like a croc, it is so far the only known kind of dinosaur that lived in the water. The 50 foot long bizarre fin-like tail is like a giant paddle. Paleontologists encourage others to have a look at other fossils to see if there are more.

*****

Octavia Spencer is said to have been telling everyone she is a year younger than she is. She is turning 50.

*****

The $69 million ventilator scam. Really? The White House heard from a guy who told them he could supply the product so the WH told NY to order them and stood behind the guy but it was a scam. Scary Clown sure loves his shady people, intentional or not.** A Florida woman, Rebecca Jones claims that she was asked to fudge the numbers to make reopening look better. ** Georgia moved their dates around on a graph to make their cases seem flattened. ** For 17 months, Florida investigated voter fraud for Trump and Gov. Scott. They found NOTHING!!

*****

Amazon stock price is up 25% yet they have become notorious for the terrible way they treat their workers. Bezos is set to become a trillionaire.

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We have to remember that order comes from chaos. True enhancements can come from large scale crisis. What will we learn from this one? This is a warning!!** Universal health care? No more buffets? ** Prices will probably go up everywhere what with the closings and all the extra cleaning. I hope this means that hotel bedspreads will be cleaned after every stay. It looks like there may be no cocktails or food on planes.

*****

Take a virtual tour of the statue of liberty. All the fun without all the swaying.

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Local PBS stations are making it easier to learn. Students will be able to put on a channel for lessons that does not need cable or internet. Woo Hoo!!

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Insiders say that Trump threatened to sue his campaign manager because he did not agree with his assessment and the poll numbers in a 2 day rant.** Just one more example of Scary Clown double talk. Then: Less testing, less positives. Now: So much testing is a badge of honor.**Doctors without Borders are now here, not the third world countries that they usually help, it is US.

*****

Haven’t we had enough of powerful men being accused? A female Dem candidate would have been nice and Bernie did not seem to have any baggage that way either.

*****

Will the Senate see fit to ok some more stimulus $? 4 trillion to prop up Wall Street seems per the usual. Enough for them, let’s take care of those small businesses and those really in need.

*****

Thao and the get down stay down is one of the best in this internet entertainment era.

*****

Check out Stars in the House with Tony Shalhoub and others.

*****

The Detectorists on Acorn TV is a great little show!!

*****

Happy Day! There is a new season of At Home with Amy Sedaris!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*****

It looks like Pier 1 will permanently close as well as JC Penney, J Crew, Sears and Neiman Marcus.

*****

Check out the wonderful, This is about Humanity!!

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Have U seen the trailer for The King of Staten Island?? OMG Pete Davidson, Steve Buschemi and Marisa Tomei , just to name a few!! I can’t fucking wait!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*****

Bill Maher looked really high on his 5-22-20 show. This working from home makes him much more mellow!!

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3 Russian doctors treating coronavirus have fallen out of windows in about a weeks time.** Russia boasts that it has more ventilators per capita than the U.S. After they made fun of us, on May 22, the first shipment of U.S. ventilators headed to Russia. They are a gift from Trump and the U.S. taxpayers. –Julia Davis

*****

State Department Inspector General Steve Linick is out. Was he investigating Pompeo? Trump never knows anything about any of it. Why are all the protectors of the rule of law thrown out? ** Was Pompeo throwing lavish foreign policy dinners with Reba, Dale Jr. and the owners of that horrid chicken sandwich place? ** The clean water rule has been suspended which cuts protections for most of the country’s wetlands.

*****

The market facilitation program has been helping small farmers over the last few years in a $28 billion bailout. Trump’s sanctions brought this on and the corona virus has made it worse. Mostly the money has helped bankers and bigger farms. Much like the stimulus $ that was earmarked for small business, there are loopholes that screw up the ‘rules.’ The cap is not being followed like they may say because the $ is going to “investors” in the farm and often not the actual farmer who works on a smaller scale. A small farm run by family members may not get the bailout. It seems to be more important to get a good lawyer who can manipulate the paperwork. Sad that taxpayer $ is used this way.

*****

Just in time, the Space Force flag and plans for the super duper missile have been unveiled. WTF??

*****

Paula Poundstone is a woman I knew I liked. She was recently talking about not liking couches. I thought I was the only one, People are always telling me how much they love their couches and I don’t get it.

*****

Jeff Gibbs and Michael Moore are upset after Youtube pulled their doc, Planet of the Humans. After 8.3 million views, there was a copyright claim by Toby Smith of about 4 seconds of footage. Now , this is not the first time that Moore has had problems with content in one of his movies. Many have claimed there is a lot of fiction in this latest venture. I think I would just remove the possible copyright infringement and move on. It can now be seen on Vimeo.

A Florida law that restricts felon voting is found unconstitutional by a federal judge.** The RNC filed a lawsuit against California to stop mailing ballots to registered voters.

*****

R.I.P. Little Richard, Roy Horn, Jerry Stiller, Sam Lloyd, Ann Sullivan, Mike Cogswell, Michael Keenan, Shirley Knight, Irrfan Khan, Hana Kimura, Forrest Compton, Jimmy Cobb, George Floyd, Ken Osmomd, all the corona victims, Lynn Shelton, Richard Herd, Larry Kramer, Ahmaud Arbery, Breonna Taylor, Anthony James, Fred Willard and Carolyn Busch.

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Mega Multi-Fandom Rec List Part 2

DISCLAIMER!!!

I will miss certain people; probably a lot of people. It’s inevitable. 3 reasons. I haven’t read every fic in every fandom. 2, I haven’t managed to bookmark every fic out there. 3, I am not involved with every fandom. The fandoms in my list are the ones I personally and currently am involved in which have enough fics to rec that they are worth the time linking below.

So bear with me.

4-ish - I tend to cling pretty tight to both hurt/comfort (whump) as well as canon. I’m not hugely into romance save for maybe 1 or two couples and, again, I lean hard on whatever is either canon or VERY strongly implied OTP. I don’t rec porn (nothing against it I just avoid it when it comes to anything that might have an underage audience).

Finally, anything I rec that may contain triggering subject matter I will tag as well as I can so heed the warnings where appropriate!

Note: I have also included some of my work below. For a complete collection of my stories you can find them at the following links: dragonnan’s Psych fics dragonnan’s A03 fics

Sherlock (BBC)

Gen

Redemption by sgam76 The Knight Shift by dragonnan for tunes84 5 Times Sherlock wanted his big brother to carry him + 1 time he wouldn't admit it by SailorChibi Scenes From Recovery by maryagrawatson for Boton Cold Comfort by maryagrawatson An Act Of Rebellion by afteriwake for GlowingMechanicalHeart, Dreamin The Precipice by takethesky87 Road to Freedom by Ariane_DeVere English as a Foreign Language by standbygo Proportionate Response by babydrache Landscape With The Fall Of Icarus by CaitlinFairchild (Warning: Rape/non-con) Recorded by Morgan_Stuart (Warnings: Torture, Implied Character Deaths) I've Got You Now by ready_to_kick_some_ass No Flowers by GraceHolmes An Interesting Puzzle by awanderingbard When Your Belly's in the Trench by Morgan_Stuart Idle Gossip by Arnie Extraction by Basser Flinch by Salr323 Trust Thy Doctor by becausemycroft (Unfinished) Of Monsters by Basser Dangerous Mould by Benfan Never That Easy by Kerkerian No Incentive So Great by thisprettywren You Were Never Supposed To Leave by Ballykissangel (Character Death - Not Sherlock or John) No More Miracles by whitchry9 (Major Character Death) Appearances Can Be Deceiving by SailorChibi (Warning: Rape/non-con) The Most Awful Thing by whitchry9 Wrong by impulsereader Triage by Morgan_Stuart Lessons Learned by Morgan_Stuart Croatia-Water-Blue by hollyesque (Warning: Rape/non-con) Hopeless Wanderer by Cyane (orphan_account) The Triple Bluff by SarahKnight Something Broken by GhyllWyne Fractured by radculas Constantly by thesignsofserbia In Arduis Fidelis by Salr323 Rule of Law by thesignsofserbia Sound of Silence by SailorChibi Never Have I Ever by awanderingbard Lost for Words by awanderingbard Fallout by Salr323 Following On by Loopy456 Oubliette by CherryBlossomTide Unforgettable by tenderly_wicked A Cure for the Final Problem by Saasan (Major Character Death) He's Had This Nightmare Before by mirroredLife he Holiday by Scriblit (Warning: Rape/non-con) Paying Back by Dayja Harmless Things by J_Baillier It takes John Watson to save your life. by Sparkypip Comatose by Sparkypip Everything Will Be Okay by great_big_worm (Warning: Rape/non-con) Seek Out The Unworthy by squire The Shallow End by hollyesque War Crimes by mossologist (Warning: Rape/non-con) Illation by hollyesque Crushing Fears by Amaya_Ramiel Pressure by Tammany Unthinkable by Lindentreeisle (Captainblue) (Warning: Rape/non-con) A Smelly Affair by dioscureantwins for Yitzock Do Your Research by dioscureantwins for CherryBlossomTide (Child Abuse) Proxy by CherryBlossomTide (Child Abuse) Pipe Song by Mistress_Siana (Warning: Rape/non-con | Violence) It's Not The Violin by copperbadge The Tiger and the Shark by dragonnan (Warning: Rape/non-con)

Sherlolly

Down and Shaking When I Think I Lose by satin_doll for OhAine, GettingOverGreta A New Project by rachel614 (orphan_account) Sherlollipops - Til Death by MizJoely Everything and More by rachel614 (orphan_account) I've Learned to Lose You by Ukthxbye for Writingwife83 These Scars We Kiss by rachel614 (orphan_account) (Warning: Includes discussions of self-harm) A Vicious Motivator by darnedchild The Shadow of What Will Be by versarilaetus The Last Meal by theSapphireSky The Healing of Sherlock Holmes by honeycakes Insomnia by katiebuttercup Chasing Paradise by Chibiness87 It's My Party by Mouse9 The Adventure of the Left Shoe by Jolie_Black TMI (Too Much Information) by GarudaDreamsOfRain Handsome In Her Eyes by afteriwake Little Bird by Caffeine_faerie The Price of Sentiment by Mouse9 The Admirer by howterrifying Dial M for Molly by dragonnan

More Sherlolly recs can be found HERE

Series

Scheherezade ‘verse, A Felicitous Natal Celebration, and With a Little Help From My Friends Series’ by sgam76: Sherlock is home, he and John are returning to cases, and all’s right with the world–right? But a series of minor mishaps and injuries makes two things very clear to his friends and family: first, Sherlock’s time away wasn’t the grand adventure everyone has assumed it was; and second, that time has left Sherlock with a legacy that’s bleeding into his life today. Sherlock is Not Okay, and it’s not going away.

NOTE: These stories are not written in the order with which they occur. They are all part of the same universe and dovetail amongst one another. You can read them in whatever order you which - though I strongly advise beginning with Scheherezade as nothing else will quite make sense without that history.

A Felicitous Natal Celebration - Past fic

A Felicitous Natal Celebration Excursions and Alarums First Things First All Along the Watchtower TLS and the Sloane Ranger Happy Not Happy Christmas

Scheherezade ‘verse Scheherezade A Pox on All Your Houses Interlude in December - Note: Part 3 is a chapter taken from the org fic and posted as a one-shot. [PodFic] Scheherezade by DefinitelyNotPie, sgam76 A Long Walk Down a Dusty Road These Old Shades Larceny, Lawlessness and Opium - Note: These events take place sometime during the ORG story

With a Little Help From My Friends - future fic With a Little Help From My Friends Aftermath

Reset Universe Series by maryagrawatson: After dealing with the Moriarty threat, Sherlock was still sent on his mission... Eleven Months Reset (Warning: Rape/non-con referenced as well as Attempted Rape) Cracked

Sherlock Holmes (RDJ Movies)

Alive by Sharmain The Case Of The Drowning Evidence by StarkRogers Ability, Neutralized by PeaceHeather Buried Alive by drjohnhwatson Identifying the Ripper by WayWardWonderer (More of a Classic Doyle Style) Eloquence in Motion by donutsweeper Damage by ancalime8301 A Most Belligerent Patient by kayliemalinza Associations by ancalime8301 A Matter of Precaution by moogsthewriter

Psych

Never could get the hang of Tuesdays by Liviapenn Snail Mail Sucks - Next Time, Send Me a Text by SydneyWoo I See Your Hubris...and I'll Raise You Fifty by SydneyWoo And Then The World Blew Up by SydneyWoo (Minor Character Death) Shall We Play a Game? by JR88fan Testing, Testing, One, Two, Ouch! by PapayaK This is not the Karma You're Looking For by eideann The Ticket by Kirei Latent by InsaneTrollLogic (Major Character Death) Exposed by Syncop8ed Rhythm

A Very Risky Proposition by aakira Chest Pains by AmeliaReddy The Last Man At The End Of The World by watanuki_sama A Whisper to the Living by Xparrot (Major Character Death) Where There is Wailing and Gnashing of Teeth by dragonnan (Warnings for Blood/Gore and Horror) You Say My Brain's Bleeding Like It's a Bad Thing by Kansas42 Stuck in an Office with You by PeterPanic Hostage Taking 101 by Syncop8ed Rhythm The Shassiter Friendship Club by NoirCat Suffer the Night by dragonnan Giving Shelter to Midnight Ramblers by JR88fan Happy Halloween by NoirCat Fathers and Sons Felonious and Otherwise by Okapi Grace by Silence Statement Time by NoirCat I Don't Know How to Say Goodbye by Psychrulz (Major Character Death) Or Is It Trust? by windscryer (Crossover w/ SPN) Father Figures by Kirei You Give Me Fever by dragonnan Shawn and the Friendly Neighborhood Stalker by Nixa Jane I Would Do Anything for Love; Even That by dragonnan for mortma1984 Lingering Chill by s_c (Major Character Death) Metal So Strong Doesn't Last Very Long by Sky Pad An Almost World by Oldach Dreaming (Major Character Death) Obsession by dragonnan Through Moonbeams Softly by brightblue All Nighter by dragonnan The Seed of Doubt by Collegekid06 The Five Stages of Henry Spencer by Collegekid06 101. Dead Man's Float by MusicalLuna Fun in the Woods with Buzz McNabb by centipede Don't Eat the Crab by Raych Better Off Decapitated by dragonnan

More Psych recs can be found HERE

Series

Fractures Series by VampKira: (Warnings for Child Abuse, Rape/Incest, Violent Disturbing Imagery, and Horror) The fun filled saga of the Spencer men’s warped family dynamic and dragging their friends, co-workers, and acquaintances along for the ride. Fractures (Part 1) Corpses, Curses, and Cops, Oh My (Part 2) Scars (Part 3) (Incomplete)

What’s The Chance? Series by lapsus_calami: The bad guy from their recent case forces Shawn and Gus to play a game of Russian Roulette. It’s about as fun as it sounds. Which is to say not fun at all. There’s A Sixteen Percent Chance That At Least One Of Us Is Going To Die (Part 1) There's A Thirty Two Percent Chance That At Least One Of Us Will Need Therapy (Part 2)

A *Really* Dangerous Mind Series by Psychrulz: Everyone knows Shawn has a tendency to get distracted. When he misses a clue and a murderer almost gets away, Chief Vick has had enough. She orders Shawn to get help and fix the problem- or else. Naturally, nothing with Shawn is ever that simple. When the fix turns out to be worse than the problem, the lives of his entire team are put in danger. A Bitter Pill (Part 1) Pitch Black (Part 2)

Moonlighting Series by Redwolffclaw: Psych/Moonlight Crossover Series - Shawn meets vampire Private Eye Mick St. John in this series where Shawn has to learn to live unlife as a newly turned vampire. Who knew being a vampire, psychic, consultant, detective, boyfriend, and best friend would be so hard? No Such Thing As Psychics (Part 1) 12:04 Wake Up Call (Part 1.5) Out of the Past, and Into the Fire (Part 2) Love Lasts Forever, but Sanity Has a Shelf Life (Part 3) Click- To Catch A Vampire (Part 4) Hard To Believe It Will Be Okay Series by silverluna: Carlton Lassiter is having a horribly bad day, and it’s only going to get worse. Hard To Believe It Will Be Okay (Part 1) Where Do We Go From Here? (Part 2) The Spencers of Santa Barbara Series by JR88fan : When Uncle Jack comes to town, one thing is certain: life won’t be boring. This particular visit is no exception. Throw in some video games, a treasure hunt, a case of benitoite gemstones worth millions, and a pair of sinister brothers who will stop at nothing to acquire those gemstones, and the Spencer men quickly find themselves in over their heads. The Spencers of Santa Barbara: The Curse of Benitoite (Part 1) Jack and Jill Went Up the Hill (Part 2)

A Road Through Abbadon Series by Am_I_Zombie: (Warnings for Major Character Deaths, Violent Disturbing Imagery, and Horror) Shawn Spencer works out his place in a rapidly changing environment. It is apocalypse season after all. A Road Through Abbadon (Part 1) A Funny Thing Happened On the Way Into Hell (Part 2) A Rest Stop at the Edge of Madness (Part 3) (incomplete)

Choose It Or Lose It Series by Texasartchick: Lassiter’s dream comes true when he accidentally obtains indisputable evidence that Shawn is a fake. Fortunately for Shawn and Gus, Lassie doesn’t know what he has yet, sparking a desperate race against time. Can our dynamic duo sneak the evidence away from Lassiter before he discovers that he literally holds control over the future of Psych - and possibly Shawn’s freedom - in his hands? Choose It Or Lose It (Part 1) It Can Happen (Part 2) Stir Crazy (Part 3) This Stalker Thing Kind Of Sucks (Part 4) The Ties That Bind (Part 5) Helmets Not Included (Part 6) The Spencer Syndrome (Part 7) A Very BAMF! Lassie Fic (Part 8) Night of the Rodentia (Part 9) (Unfinished)

Doctor Who

Creature Fear by goodbye2pisces (Tenth Doctor) Xeno by Laurawrzz (Tenth Doctor) Then My Mind Went Dark by the_magpie (Tenth Doctor) (Warning: Rape/non-con) How to Live by misscam (Tenth Doctor) A Coward Dies A Thousand Times by sashet (Tenth Doctor) let the echo shake it all apart by sequence_fairy (Tenth Doctor) (Warning: Rape/non-con) Time With Mother by Laurawrzz (Tenth Doctor) A Step in the Right Direction by flutterflap (Tenth Doctor) Voiceless by Veldeia (Tenth Doctor) Beneath the Midnight Sky by HiddenTreasures for badwolfrun (Tenth Doctor) Novi et Veteris by IuvenesCor (Twelfth Doctor) Spinach Shock by Goldy, mrv3000 (Tenth Doctor) Were He Not Romeo Called by Butterfly (Tenth Doctor) The Devil You Know by rosa_acicularis (Duplicate Tenth Doctor) Canvassing the Limits of Domesticity by Queen of the Castle (queen_of_the_castle_77) (Duplicate Tenth Doctor) The Difference by themuslimbarbie (Duplicate Tenth Doctor) The Old Have Bad Dreams by kashinoha (Eleventh Doctor) Transfixion by tardisjournal (Eleventh Doctor) Family Emergency by sahiya (Eleventh Doctor) Vacation, Interrupted by shyday (Tenth Doctor) What Is Essential by eve11 (Eleventh Doctor) Let Her Under Your Skin, Into Your Heart by starlingnight (Eleventh Doctor) Balance of Power by eve11 (Eleventh Doctor)

Part 1: MCU - Iron Man, Spider-Man, Doctor Strange, Avengers

#fanfic recs #misc fanfic recs #Sherlock #Psych #Doctor Who

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REPLIES TO RAJ’S DINNER DATE PART 3

It was thrilling and overwhelming, and gratifying and humbling too, to get such a big response to the storyline involving Raj, Mia and Amelia- I think it is the first time I have ever had to make a three-part reply post! Thank you to all my beautiful mutuals, and to everyone who reads and reblogs and comments on my little story- it makes my heart full to bursting to know I have such wonderful readers. I love youse all!

@romeo-and-simulet

brent is a blessing

@buckleysims

^ Agreed

@nernershuman

Heh, I wonder if she brained him with a wine bottle.

@shhhushhh

Torpedo Tits' torpedos had just blown up. In her face.

@sims3hasstoppedworking

Don't wipe, Mia, it's waste of time!

@wannabecatwriter

Everyone needs a friend like Brent.

@lilsisterg

LMAO!!!! "Wipe as fast as you can!" LOL! Did he just say that for real?!

@simsmidgen

I love that you turned the whole character of Brent around

@tangie0906

I laughed, then I shook my head because I laughed. Or maybe I shook my head in disbelief. As in "say WHAT?!" :p

@ktarsims

LMAO .... ahhh... oh Brent.

@tyrellsimsoficeandfire

Now I'm confused 😁

@mysimsloveaffair

Hmmm...I'm intrigued =)

@sims3hasstoppedworking

You had my curiosity but now you have my attention 😀😂

@wannabecatwriter

It was all a test. Ta-da! *throws confetti

@zx-ta

Yeah, Raj, please, we're listening

@shhhushhh

Is this the gang forming? Actually before the line of eating sushi on her, the guy appeared nice and good looking to me! And the woman is stunning!

He was actually spawned by the game as a chef for Mia’s restaurant...I just tweaked him a bit. I think he is very good looking too, as is Jules/ Julia. (she was/is a base sim d’loaded from someone lost to the mists of time). My muse keeps whispering details of their relationship to me, I could write a whole book but I must.......resist.........

@simsmidgen

She's their girl ;)

@goatkibble

Ha! Raj completely set her up to test her composure. Noice.

@ivorycrayon

He’ll use anybody to suit his purposes. He made a good match for Naomi -_-

@ktarsims

ahahahaha... she's found out.

@princessdejamars

ah a test....now it all makes sense....

@lilsisterg

I'm elated ... grinning from ear to ear ... ya did good girl!

@wannabecatwriter

Raj has interesting associates.

I am so in love with those 2 already and I have only just met them....HELP ME

@tyrellsimsoficeandfire

Well played, Raj!

@sims3hasstoppedworking

almost like good fellas ;)

@simsmidgen

juicy juicy mangoes😎

@miraakles

Mia.. trust me.. You would've still passed the test had you maybe *accidentally* spilled hot tea on Spencer. Just saying.

@icy-spicy-scalpel

' wanting to slap him from here to Plumbob Island' LMAO

@shhhushhh

Such a lovely thing to read after a long and exhausting trip. ❤ Thank you for putting your mind on the idea. 🤗

Your Simblr has been a salve for my wounded soul many a time too, Lovely!

@ktarsims

Hmmmmm. Is Adrian merely reminding her to get back to work? Or could he possibly be jealous or disapproving?

Nothing hidden there, although I think he may have been a little disapproving that she was neglecting some of the customers while being (seemingly) overly attentive to others.

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