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marril96 · 1 month
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Hotch questions Erin about Alison.
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keanureevesisbae · 9 months
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Warning: mentions of murder, rape and things sex (consensual) related. Please do read every warning at the beginning of every chapter! This story is for 18+ so please do not read if you are a minor.
Many years ago, I was known as Elodie Rowan Rancher, the daughter of the infamous serial killer Rowan Rancher. Somehow I managed to put it all behind me. Changing my name, moving away from the Washington state and settling in Virginia.
Sure, I'm still tormented by nightmares and awful flashbacks, but there is a limit to moving on when you grow up the way I do.
But my peaceful life comes to an abrupt end when SSA David Rossi stands on my doorstep again, this time not with Jason Gideon, but with Spencer Reid and they come to deliver a disturbing message.
Rowan Rancher—my father, the serial killer, the reason I am never truly at peace—has escaped from prison. And no matter how hard I try, I realize one thing.
I can never run from my father. My past. The FBI.
coming soon
00. preview // 01. jailbreak // 02. the mattress // 03. a kiss in the rain // 04. copy cat // 05. copy cat part 2 // 06. auditing a class // 07. sickening domestic // 08. inspiration // 09. taken // 10. taken part 2 // 11. bittersweet goodbyes // 12. epilogue
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oceanmusings · 9 months
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Butterflies
Pairing | Spencer Reid x Arwen Valentine
Summary | Arwen moves in with Spencer.
Word Count | 1K
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The pillow that Arwen hugged to her chest was the only thing that anchored her from the butterflies swirling in her abdomen. She stared at the packed boxes in her bedroom that were waiting for her to carry down the flight of stairs and into her car, then back up another set of stairs and left in Spencer’s place. And soon leave herself there with them.
Well, “leaving” wasn’t the right word. That’s not what’s happening. Arwen was moving in.
Spencer had suggested that she moved in after she asked to sleep at his place on their way home. It became a habit for Arwen to just sleep at Spencer’s instead. Half of her things had gravitated over there anyways. It made sense when he placed the idea out, but he was so gentle while saying it. Attentive of all her issues with making large steps in a relationship.
She was waiting in the elevator with him, standing next to each other as Arwen searched for her keys - she would rather drive with him than take public transportation. And he blurted the words out. “You could move in.” Then the panic was in his eyes that Arwen saw before when he let the “L” word out. She didn’t blame him for thinking what happened last time. “I mean- I just- wanted to say, I’d be okay with it. If you wanted to.”
Arwen felt the butterflies in her abdomen then too, adjusting her bag again, trying to keep her hands busy. Trying to think about this suggestion he had laid out. “Are you sure you want to live with me?” What if this is how she ruins her second chance with him? She didn’t want to lose him. And she couldn’t help but think this could be the domino effect of them splitting once again. “You won’t get bored and annoyed from seeing me 24/7?”
“You act like I don’t already.” Spencer points out.
Touché.
The elevator doors opened to the garage. Spencer saw how she was anxiously holding her bag, and immediately knew the swirling amount of emotions she could be feeling. He tapped on her fingers clutching on her bag's strap, and her fingers relaxed and released the bag, letting him take her hand into his own. He gave a gentle squeeze.
Arwen’s mind focused on the feeling of his hand in hers. It was like Spencer had some kind of superpower able to keep the clawing anxious thoughts at bay. She didn’t know how he did it, but she also didn’t want to question it. “But, of course I’m sure. You already kinda live there, and this would just make it more permanent. And I could never get bored or annoyed with you.”
Arwen melted and agreed to the idea. They decided to do it when her lease was up at her apartment to make things easier. Her brother could still have the old apartment too so there was no worry there. She even told the twins, and immediately Sam asked if he could have her room. Everything was falling into place. Now it was the final step. The day of moving in.
Currently she was waiting for Spencer to arrive since she called for his help. She couldn’t fit everything in her car and she refused to do this in multiple trips. Spencer could help with some of the boxes that just wouldn’t fit.
It wasn’t too many boxes either since most of her things were already at his place. Their place. It’s going to take Arwen some time to get used to referring to the apartment as theirs that they own together. Not just him.
Arwen got pulled out of her thoughts when she heard her phone go off, the photo background changing to a photo of her boyfriend instead. She pressed the “answer” button and pressed it the phone to her ear with a “hello?”
“I’m here,” She heard Spencer say on the other end. “Ready?”
There was a moment of silence as Arwen searched her feelings. Was she truly ready? It was really too late to back out now. She had already made her decision. But she also found herself not panicking to run the other direction. Just the fact this was all new. And the sound of Spencer’s voice on the other end caused this wash of warmth to spread through her. “Yeah, I’m ready.”
It was like a game of tetris trying to fit enough boxes in her car. A really frustrating game of tetris. She was really glad to have called Spencer for help and put some of the boxes in his own car that just didn’t fit, but also have his help on how to get everything to fit. He kept checking in with her to make sure she was comfortable and ready. And she kept confirming, she was okay. She was ready for this.
It was hell carrying those boxes back up the stairs. By the time she put the last box down, her thighs were so sore and exhausted. She definitely could skip leg day. She could feel a sheen of sweat all over her after basically a long ass work-out she has done. She really needed a shower. But she did it. All her things were here.
Arwen felt some arms snake around her waist and Spencer pressed some kisses along her cheek. She cringed at how close he was to the grime she has built up, rather he wasn't so close to her right now. She tried to squirm out of his hold, but he just tightened his arms around her.
“Please, I’m so gross. You don’t want to be close to this.”
“Yes, I do.” He murmurs as he presses more kisses along her body.
“I’m all sweaty!”
“I don’t care!” He grinned against her skin. “You’re here finally.”
A laugh left her lips as she memorized the feeling of being in Spencer’s arms, in a space they share together now. It felt surreal they were at this point of their relationship, Arwen would never be able to do this if they were together the first time around. Or with any relationship she’s had before. The idea would have petrified her and made her run for the hills. But here she is now, being held by her boyfriend in their apartment. Arwen realized all those feelings she was having earlier wasn’t the usual anxiety she was having. It was excitement. She was excited to move in. She was so used to the butterflies meaning anxiety when, in reality, they were excited butterflies. She couldn’t wait to share a space with him. A smile grew on her lips at this realization, a sense of pride rising in her at how much not only herself has grown. But Spencer too for them to be able to make this step together.
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muffinbeliever · 4 days
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Introducing: Luna Mae Winchester
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Pairing: Spencer Reid x OFC
Word Count: 1710
Warnings: canon-typical violence, brief mention of child abuse, j*hn winchester
A/N: ok so dont hate me please but last week i was struck by sudden inspiration to make an ofc that was a crossover between supernatural and criminal minds and im rly just running w it now... this is her background/introduction that serve as a basis for the fics i'll write for her
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about luna:
☽ sam and dean’s younger sister, born on september 20, 1984
☽ (5 years younger than dean, 3 years younger than spencer, and 1 year younger than sam)
☽ height: 5’6 (she had a short mom in comparison to the brothers lol)
☽ hair: dark brown; eyes: dark brown (giving the girl in the gif but not quite)
☽ physically fit, liked to run as a workout and got into yoga in college 
☽ as smart as, if not a little smarter than, sam, but she doesn’t flaunt it 
☽ people like her for her looks but it’s really her mind that is enticing 
☽ generally has a bubbly personality but she is an introvert so it doesn’t really come out unless she’s close with the person or she is really excited
birth
☽ technically the winchesters’ half-sister (bc timeline) but it’s not obvious at all that they’re not full siblings 
☽ john met her mom on a hunt shortly after mary died → luna’s birth was a secret from john until her mom was murdered when luna was only a month old
☽ her mom left john a voicemail before she died telling him about luna because she felt like she was being stalked
☽ by the time john and the boys got there, she was already dead and left luna behind
☽ her mother’s killer was never found.
childhood
☽ the brothers tried their best to give her a normal life, especially dean when he was left in charge while john was away
☽ dean would steal food to feed himself and his siblings, but he would also steal a stuffed animal or toy for luna so she never felt like she was treated differently/worse than the boys 
☽ sam encouraged her to try hard in school because that’s what he also wanted to do, but dean encouraged her because he knew that he never could really do the whole “school thing”
☽ even if dean told sam about what john did on his hunts, the brothers agreed to keep luna in the dark as long as possible so she could have somewhat of a normal, worry-free life 
☽ john had a tendency to get physical when he was really upset (i.e. dean’s wrists when he was sent to that boy’s home) and wouldn’t give luna any special treatment just because she was a girl 
☽ so dean always took the brunt of john’s anger, especially when it came to her, by shifting the blame onto himself and even lying so that she wouldn’t get in trouble
☽ we all knew john was a terrible dad but he was an even worse girl-dad
☽ she found out about monsters/hunting when she was 14 and it scared her a lot but she would still go on hunts because john said so
☽ excelled in her classes and took a lot of sam’s senior classes her junior year because she’s just smart like that
☽ she was devastated when sam left for stanford, not just because she saw how much it broke dean but also because she felt like she would be pushed into the family business even more 
☽ when sam left for school, luna was a senior and john wanted to pull her out of high school before she could graduate because he was worried she would follow sam’s path 
☽ surprise bitch ! dean vehemently refused to side with john and encouraged luna to apply for college anyways
☽ “if a dumbo like sammy can get in, you can get in anywhere”
☽ definitely asked sam for college advice and he read her essays… she got into caltech 
☽ john didn’t speak to her for two weeks after she found out but dean and sam were so proud of their little sister 
☽ dean drove her out to california and helped her move into her dorm while john was helping out another hunter 
meeting spencer reid
☽ double majored in psychology and philosophy at caltech, which was where she met spencer
☽ fun fact, her degree in philosophy was one of the biggest reasons why Spencer went back to school to get a bachelor’s in philosophy → she inspired him :(
☽ spencer was 21, finishing his bachelor’s in psychology and he ta’d for her human memory class (a real class at caltech lol i did my research)
☽ even though his degree wasn’t complete yet, the professor obviously thought he was smart enough to be the primary ta/reader for the class… he even guest lectured the eidetic memory unit 
☽ a lot of students in the class found him really annoying/hated him because he was a harsh grader 
☽ he gave luna a b- on her first essay but she went to his office hours to discuss her grade and after speaking with her (and lowk getting seduced by her beauty and intelligence) he let her rewrite the paper for a better grade as long as she didn’t tell anyone 
☽ she got an a- 
☽ she invited him to dinner as a thank you but he didn’t think that was appropriate so they got coffee instead 
☽ he complimented her rewritten version and they ended up missing the class because they were so caught up in chatting about her work
☽ turned into a coffee tradition before class; they would meet up but only talked about class material/readings
☽ because the class only met once a week though, they only hung out for about two months before the semester was coming to an end 
☽ she invited him out to dinner again at the end of the semester, and this time he accepted because he liked her company 
☽ they became close friends (he didn’t really have anyone else)
☽ he was lowk appalled when he found out she had a fake id (it’s spencer lol) but really just wanted her to be safe especially when she was drinking
☽ she took him to a party once but he hated it so they left shortly after arriving and got a bottle of wine instead and drank at his place 
☽ her friends thought he was a little weird at first but she had him over a lot for movie nights/hanging out and they saw how well they complimented each other 
dating spencer reid
☽ started dating towards the end of her freshman year after she drunk called him and told him she liked him
☽ they had cutesy dates where they either do work/read together or they’ll go to a bookstore or museum 
☽ she loved listening to him ramble off random facts about things they see out and about
☽ dean was so shocked and flabbergasted when she told him about spencer, he stole a car to drive to california to meet him 
☽ at first dean thought it was a power-trip thing of an older guy/younger girl once he actually met spencer and realized he really wasn’t like other guys™ they got along well
☽ spencer graduated that year and was recruited to the fbi so he had to move to virginia but him and luna spent the summer together before he had to go/she started her next year
☽ they did long distance for two years but it was really difficult towards the end 
☽ they had a mutual break up but they still loved each other
post-college hunting 
☽ dean and sam waited for her to graduate before pulling her back in (1 year after dean told sam john was on a hunting trip)
☽ she always felt a pang in her heart whenever they impersonated fbi because it reminded her of spencer
☽ she considered reaching out to him, especially when they were in/near virginia but then she saw him in a tabloid kissing lila archer in the pool and she was heartbroken because he moved on 
☽ she threw herself into hunting and staying with her brothers 
☽ spencer saw dean on the tv during “Nightshifter” (spn) and had garcia look up his record; he was shocked and confused when he realized that the three of you were on the fbi wanted list 
☽ two weeks later, spencer was abducted in “Revelations” (cm) and had bigger problems to deal with than his criminal ex-girlfriend 
☽ a year later, garcia told him that she died after hendrickson faked everyone’s death in “Jes in Bello” (spn) and he regretted never reaching out  
reuniting with spencer
☽ it happened in “Demonology” (cm)/“Death Takes a Holiday” (spn) while the brothers were looking for reapers 
☽ she took on the case because it seemed to be demons and ended up running into spencer at the hospital when they both tried to interview the same witness 
☽ spencer was shocked to see her (she was supposed to be dead ???)
☽ she tried talking to him but he didn’t want the rest of the team to make the connection of her crimes and put her in danger so he said no (also he was lowk mad)
☽ she bought him coffee and they talked… she gave him the monster talk and they worked it out 
☽ BUT she had to go back to her brothers and he was still in the fbi so they only exchanged numbers and nothing more 
☽ she told her brothers when they got back and at first they were a little mad but then they realized that spencer is actually protecting her (and them) and they leave it be 
☽ sometimes her and spencer texted but it was really rare and mostly just to see which cases were monster-related or psychopath-related so they didn’t have crossover
☽ spencer discovered the supernatural books and read them ALL and i mean ALLLLLL
☽ it allowed him to catch up with their years apart and he realized why she was wanted as a criminal
☽ (he especially liked the chapters that he was in) and since it was written based off her inner monologue, he realized how much she loved (and still loves) him
☽ “The Eyes Have It” (cm) where an unsub seemed to be taking people’s eyes turned out some of the victims were actually due to an angel burning them and spencer and her work together to investigate/hunt, rekindling their relationship 
☽ (they got drunk and hooked up) and they ended up getting back together afterward
☽ it was even harder to date this time because of distance and crimes ofc, but they worked at it every day and finally made it work
☽ at one point i’d like to believe that the bau eventually catches luna’s mom’s killer
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12 Days of Ficmas 2022: Day 12
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Elizabeth Rossi (ofc)
CW/TW: None
Word Count: 468
Summary: Garcia talks the BAU into an office wide Secret Santa.
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This year Garcia insisted on doing an office wide secret Santa. She brought around a jar with all our names in it and had us pick one. I pulled JJ's name.
About a week after pulling names was when I decided to give JJ her present. I knocked on the door of her office.
"Come in," JJ said.
"I've got something for you," I said when I walked in.
I sat the gift basket I had put together down on her desk.
"Oh, so you're my secret Santa," JJ said as she started looking through the items in the basket.
"Yep and since you work so hard I got you all at home spa, self care things," I said.
"Thank you so much," JJ said. "Wait, what are these?"
She had pulled the three pieces of paper out from the front of the basket.
"Okay, so, this might be a little cheesy, but you can cash those in with me on any night for a guaranteed babysitter so you and Will can go out," I said.
"That's so sweet," JJ said, getting up from her desk to give me a hug. "So, any idea on who your secret Santa is?"
"No idea," I said.
"Hopefully you find out soon," JJ said before I left her office.
As the day went on, other secret Santas were revealed.
"Hey, Liz, do you have a minute?" Spencer asked, stopping by my desk.
"Yeah, what's up?" I asked.
"I pulled your name for secret Santa," Spencer said as he  sat a gift bag on my desk. "It's not much, but I hope you like it."
The first thing I pulled from the bag was a copy of The Complete Tales and Poems of Edgar Allen Poe.
"I love this cover," I said.
I started flipping through the pages only to find that the margins were full of writing.
"Did you annotate this?" I asked.
"Yeah, it's just some thoughts and stuff," Spencer said.
"I can't wait to read them," I said. "Plus it gives me an excuse to read Edgar Allen Poe again."
"I had a feeling you'd say that," Spencer said. "There's still one more thing."
I checked the bag and saw a small jewelry box at the bottom. I took it out and opened it. There was a silver raven necklace inside.
"I love it," I said.
"You were the first one I thought of when I saw it," Spencer said.
I got up and gave him a hug.
"Could you help me put it on?" I asked.
"Sure," Spencer said, taking the necklace from me.
I moved my hair out of the way so he could close the clasp.
"What do you think?" I asked when I turned around.
"It looks beautiful on you," Spencer said with a smile.
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sigloverofwords · 2 years
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I have a fully filterable fic rec page now! Code by @southcodes
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morehotch · 8 months
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[11:34 PM]
you’re already in bed with your boyfriend, warmth radiating from spencer's body that's flush next to your own. you face him, gently tracing your hand along his jaw. it never gets old- looking at him, being with him. it manages to feel new everyday yet still comforting and safe.
spencer smiles softly, gaze focused on his hand that runs up and down your waist and thighs, dipping under his worn t shirt you're wearing. you pull his face closer to yours, pressing you lips together sweetly, tasting his minty toothpaste. spencer hums while you instead make a noise of discomfort and pull away, pushing your hand at his chest. “you need to shave. it hurts when you kiss me.”
spencer smiles sheepishly, hand instinctively coming to rub at his chin. he hasn't shaved in a few days, almost a week, much longer than he usually went without shaving. after coming back after a case exhausted and committing to a very lazy weekend in your shared apartment, he was letting his usual ghost of a shadow grow into a prickly stubble that although looked very attractive, felt like sandpaper against your skin.
“well we can’t have that," he mutters, “i’ll do it in the morning after we shower.”
“then,” you huff, rolling over and out of his hold and spencer immediately mourns the loss of your warmth as you stare at him intently. spencer thinks you're absolutely adorable. you pout, leaning into his arm. “you can’t kiss me until the morning.” 
spencer's mouth opens in mock offense and you smile softly, immediately realizing you definitely can't wait until tomorrow before resuming your duely owed kisses. “or i could do it now,” you suggest, noticing the way the corners of spencer's mouth instantly curve into a smile.
“really?”
you grin back excitedly, soothingly running your hand through his hair that's getting longer these day, “of course, that would be really nice.”
it takes a while for you two- both sleepy, to get to the bathroom as spencer lets you lead him hand in hand. he hops up on the counter while you stand between his legs as he watches you with tired eyes, smiling softly and teasing with a raised eyebrow, “you sure you know how to do this, angel?”
“yes,” you emphasize, figuring you've watched spencer do it in the mirror enough times to have some level of skill and confidence. “here, let me-” you continue, carefully gripping his chin, applying the cold shaving cream. spencer quickly pulls back, giggling, “tickles,” he sheepishly explains.
you bite back a grin, failing as you smile unashamedly. "stay still, honey." you concentrate as you finish spreading shaving cream along his skin.
neither of you say much as you begin shaving him; you’re focused on properly shaving him and spencer is mesmerized by your concentration, noting the cute way your tongue slightly pokes out as you carefully bring the razor to his chin.
you take your time, enjoying the peaceful moment spent easily with spencer and the rhythmic motion of shaving him before rinsing the razor in water. once you finish, you grab a towel and gently wipe his face clean.
“thank you,” spencer whispers, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer.
“of course,” you mumble into his chest, thumbing over his tinted red cheek, now flushed from your sudden closeness.
“let’s sleep,” he says, interlocking your hands and languidly tugging you toward your inviting bed.
“wait," you keep him close against you, "we have to test it out.” you remind him as spencer nods in agreement. your lips are so close that it only feels natural to meet them together for a sweet, sleepy kiss.
he wastes no time in slotting his mouth against yours, with the same passion and need spencer has whenever he gets back from a case and hasn't seen you for days; when you can tell just how much he misses you and when he sighs happily against your lips.
“better?” spencer asks when you finally pull away to take a breath. you smile up at him, enjoying the feeling of his now smooth and soft skin against yours.
"yes, very, thank you," you smile and spencer looks at you like he's incredibly endeared.
"i think i need to be thanking you, angel." he laughs softly and it’s forever the best feeling, warm, comfortable, and so familiar.
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bucker3911 · 3 months
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outfits i'd k!ll to see spencer reid in
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yes the iconic gray sweatpants
i honestly prefer black but it's still a gate way to see his cock-ROACH cockroach
(COCK)ROACHES
his cock...... tails 🧍🏼‍♀️
....ty now byebye 🫠
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0and0its0doctor0 · 1 year
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Welcome! Masterlist!
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Hello and welcome! My name is Bella, I am 30, I write Criminal Minds fanfiction for Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid and David Rossi. Please feel free to send story suggestions or prompt ideas or just say Hi! Here is a little masterlist of my current stories. 
Aaron Hotchner
I don't dance Summary: Aaron had a bad day. Twirling you around the kitchen makes him feel better.
I won't let go Summary: You wake up thinking everything is perfect. In reality you've been stabbed.
Unsub Kisses Summary: Aaron has to go undercover and makes out with the unsub. You get jealous.
You are the only thing I need. Like coffee in the morning Summary: Aaron asks you out…in front of everyone.
Why Wait? Summary: Vegas hotels have wedding chapels in the lobby. Aaron makes a decision.
Love you out loud Summary: Hotch cuddles. What could be better?
Shut up and dance with me! Summary: When you are asked to attend the annual FBI Gala you dress up. Hotch can't help himself.
Hostage Kisses Summary: He didn't mean to kiss you....No that's a lie. He totally did.
Sandwich Hearts Summary: You make Aaron's lunch and he gets lightly teased for it.
Lipstick smeared accidents Summary: When Aaron is checking over an injury on you he just can't help himself.
Keep on dreaming Summary: You fall asleep smushed between Aaron and David.
I’m dirty but you play clean 18+. Summary: Handcuffs. Hotchner. Lack of clothing.
I will not give you up this time Summary: Facebook memories are bringing you down. Aaron decides to do something about it. 
They tell me your blue sky’s faded to gray Summary: You can't sleep. Aaron helps. 
Asleep on the jet Summary: You fall asleep on Aaron’s shoulder on the jet.
Do I deserve this hurting? Summary: Your depression is plaguing you. Aaron helps comfort you. 
Spencer Reid
Marry me today and everyday Summary: Spencer has never been more nervous for anything in his life.
Heat Stroke Summary: You are self-conscious about the scars on your arms so you wear long sleeves. And wind up getting heat stroke. Spencer takes care of you.
We've all got bruises Summary: You mess up on a case and take it out on yourself. Spencer finds out and confronts you about it.
Sleep Issues Summary: Spencer can't sleep. You help just by being there.
There's no turning back now Summary: First kisses can be a scary thing.
Why? That's what I keep asking Summary: You don't fit in with anyone anymore. You can't keep faking it. You're so sorry.
Tonight will be the night I will fall for you Summary: Spencer suspects your boyfriend is beating you. When you show up on his doorstep, beaten, he vows to protect you.
They say we're crazy, I say well maybe that's true. Summary: Spencer is having a bad mental health day. You try to help him
I’ll wear out the words I love you Summary: Spencer finally asks the question that’s been on his mind for months…just not when and where you’d expect
So I’ll leave you gagged and bound Summary: You have been dating Aaron Hotchner for a few months and when he introduces you to the team Spencer Reid can't help but fall in love. The problem is Spencer's mental health is declining and fast. When he gets fired and realizes he has nothing to lose...he takes you. Will Aaron find you in time?
A subtle interest Summary: Emily drags Spencer to see her ballerina friend perform. Spencer falls fast. 
Sometimes even to live is an act of courage Summary: Spencer is not doing well. This is not a happy story. Trigger warnings apply. 
David Rossi
You belong to me I believe Summary: An unsub gets a little too flirty with you. David steps in.
Date Night 18+  Summary: Bella is new to the FBI and literally runs into David Rossi who she happens to have a massive crush on. He takes her out to dinner and they wind up on his couch.
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a-cloud-for-dreams · 11 months
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My Baby Penguin
Prompt By @imagining-in-the-margins: Spencer and someone goes to/meet at the aquarium (I saw the Trivia post and had to write this lol ty for making it!)
Spencer Reid x F!OC (Dr. Aaliyah Hadid)
TW: mention of fear and child abductions
A/N: Sorry, this is kinda messy since it's a draft but I thought it was cute so 😭
When Aaliyah Hadid took the day off from the BAU to spend the day with her family at the local aquarium, she didn't expect to debate with a five-year-old about whether or not to get another stuffed animal. It's not like she didn't want to spoil her kid, but it would be an understatement to say that their home was already filled with toys from baby showers and previous birthdays, mostly from her unofficial aunts and uncles.
"Cleo, we talked about this," Liya says sternly while crossing her arms. "You agreed to one stuffed animal." Spencer stood between his two favorite girls struggling to pick a side while his daughter pouted.
"But mami, he's so cute! And Daddy said penguins are super cool, right Daddy?" she turned to him with her big doe eyes.
"She's right, actually. We saw the documentary about Antarctica and actually, many penguin couples can locate each other using distinct calls-" he starts to wave his hands excitedly while explaining before he is interrupted.
"Spence!" she exclaimed. "I love you and your fun facts but you aren't helping right now babe."
"Sorry sweetheart," he apologizes, leaning over to be on the same level as his daughter. "Sorry pumpkin, we already agreed to one stuffed animal right? And we know how important it is to keep our promises." She frowned and gave the soft pumpkin a big hug.
"Okay Daddy," she replied solemnly. Aaliyah chuckles against her will. Daddy's Girl.
As she puts the toy back, Spencer sighs. For some reason, he couldn't live with the guilt that came with not getting her the toy. What if she hates him? Or worse, hates him? Besides, it's just one toy...
"Liya, honey?" he pulls her aside. "Maybe we could try to work out a new agreement?"
"Spencer..." she warns him. "Did she already get to you?"
"I can't help it! She has your perfect eyes," he cradled her face in his hands. She sighed.
"Spence, I love her too, but we can't give in to her every time. We already let her have ice cream and we agreed to extra TV time. If we keep this up, she's going to feel like she can get whatever she wants without any consequence."
"Would that be a bad thing?"
"You know that's not what I- Wait, where did she go?"
"Hmm?"
The sudden dread kicked in, and it felt like their blood ran cold. The two have worked many abduction cases before and were easily able to sympathize with the parents, but this? Actually, being in this situation? It felt completely different, like wanting to freeze yet feeling a sudden urge to run in every direction possible.
Cleo couldn't have gone that far, that's for sure, and they didn't hear anything, so she was probably not taken by force. But then again, she also wouldn't leave with a stranger, the two taught her better than that.
As they spiraled through their worst fears, they found her in the corner of the other side of the store hugging another penguin that was practically her height. Spencer and Aaliyah threw their arms around the little girl, doing their best to hide their watery eyes.
"Don't ever do that to us again sweetheart, promise us," Spencer begged. All Cleo could do was nod before they released her. She showed off her newfound penguin bigger than the last one.
"I'm sorry, I wanted to show you the big penguin," she sniffled, scared she made her parents mad. Aaliyah kissed her forehead and smiled.
"You know what, fine. We'll get the big penguin. But in return, I want five good snuggles, is that okay?" she asked.
"Okay mami, I love you. And I love you, Daddy. Can you tell me more things about penguins?"
Spencer's face lit up immediately. "Of course, I can sweetheart!"
And as they left the aquarium, Aaliyah reached two conclusions. One, she loves her dorky husband and her adorable daughter unconditionally no matter the ridiculous things they can do sometimes it's not like she hasn't made mistakes either. And two, she will never let her husband handle negotiations with their daughter again.
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You're So Gorgeous | Part 2 - First Date
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Summary: Spencer goes on his first date with the girl he met on a dating app that Penelope and Emily signed him up for. Pairing: Spencer Reid/OFC and Spencer & Friends Category: Fluff Warnings: like very small bau work mention stuff, kissing Word Count: 3.6k Part One AO3
“I can not believe you’re actually doing this.” Penelope said from her seat on Spencer’s worn leather couch. She looked over to Emily, who stood next to his impressive wall of books. Some stacked on top of others, shoved in this way and that way to make room. And there still wasn’t enough room, as evident by the piles and stacks of books littered throughout his apartment. But, where as some would see it as clutter or hoarding, the friends just saw it as pure Spencer. 
“Neither can I. Who knew that some random girl I picked on a dating app for you based solely on the picture of her hair, would become someone you’re actually interested in,” said Emily.
The two girls had shown up unannounced to Spencer’s apartment on the night of his first date to help him get ready. It hadn’t taken them long to realize that Spencer had been messaging back and forth with Avianna after their lunch at the cafe. When he got back from the morgue with Derek, they were on him in an instant, asking why he couldn’t stop smiling when he was just looking at a dead person. He couldn’t hold back and told them about their conversation. 
Now, exactly one week later and lots of luck having not been called out on a case, Spencer and Avianna were meeting for the first time to go on a date at an Italian restaurant of her choosing. Spencer was glad he didn’t have to make the decision on where to eat, because they might have just ended up with takeout on his living room floor, and he wanted to make a better impression than that.
“Some studies have shown that 0.6% of men find a match through Tinder. For woman, about 10%,” Spencer said from his bedroom, where he had left the door ajar to listen to the conversation, but not have two of his best friends see him naked and changing. 
“Was it Tinder that we signed you up for? I can’t remember,” Emily said. 
“Not sure. We switched to texting that night when I messaged her that I was done work,” said Spencer again from his room, shocking both Penelope and Emily.
“Wow, if she can make you, certified boy genius, forget something, than she must be really special,” Penelope quipped. 
Emily was about to make a witty remark as well, but the sound of Spencer’s door creaking open further made her hold her tongue. He walked out slowly, unsure and maybe a little bit nervous, by his outfit choice. It was a standard Spencer ensemble. His best pair of black pants, a deep purple long sleeve collard undershirt with a dark brown sweater vest on top, paired with a black tie. He had a black suit jacket to wear with it outside hanging over his arm, waiting to be put on for when he left his place.
Emily let out a whistle with an approving nod as she took in his attire. Penelope jumped up from the couch with some excited hand claps, also approving his look. She ran up to him to begin fussing with his tie and making sure his shirt was tucked in nicely. 
“You look so handsome,” Penelope said in his ear. Spencer felt his skin get warm from their attention. 
“It’s not too similar to what I always wear?” He asked, uncertain. 
“It’s important not to change who you are or what you like when you’re meeting someone new, Spencer. You’re always handsome, and she’s going to appreciate you no matter what,” said Emily. “Unless she doesn’t. In which case ditch her and come back here and we can watch that Russian movie you were telling me about the other week.”
Spencer chuckled at her attempt to be up lifting. Sure, he’d only been talking to Avianna through text for a week, but he was pretty sure she wouldn’t be the type of girl to see him standing by a restaurant and just turn around because his looks weren’t up to par. I guess that’s what first dates were for. To see if there’s any sort of real life connection there between two people. 
Their messages for the last week were on a range of different topics. One of them would usually start the conversation by asking how their day at work was, but quickly the boring mundane talk would disappear and they’d chat for hours about the most random of topics. Like plant species that Avianna would spot on one of her many hikes, or Spencer’s facts about Doctor Who and magic.
Spencer broke away from Penelope to put his shoes on by the front door. 
“I should go. We’re meeting outside the restaurant. I’d rather be the one waiting out there for her, as opposed to arriving and seeing her already standing there,” Spencer said. He started to nervously play with his hair, making sure that his unruly curls were situated just right. 
“Awe, it’s like watching my child go on his first date,” Penelope cooed.
“Don’t worry. We won’t be here when you get back,” Emily winked.
“Oh. Well, you can stay as long as you want though. I really won’t mind if you’re both here when I get home,” Spencer said.
“Never mind, pretty boy. You go have fun, we will talk about how it went tomorrow,” Emily said. She pushed him out the door with a final goodbye.
Spencer arrived to the restaurant early, as planned. He didn’t see Avianna standing around, for which he was glad. It really would have made a bad impression if he had let her stand alone outside because he was running late. He gave her a courtesy text to let her know he was outside, and then tried his best to lean casually against the wall while he waited. However, three seconds after that he straightened up again. Leaning wasn’t good for the spine and he was pretty sure he looked like a creep. 
He did not have to wait long for his date to arrive. Just a couple minutes after his text, he watched as she stepped out of a taxi, thanking the driver. Spencer felt his breath catch in his throat. She was even more beautiful in person. Her long hair was pulled back in a French braid, resting over her shoulder. She wore a crisp white top tucked into a pair of high waisted beige checkered pants, her outfit tied together with a long black peacoat. It was simple, but it was beautiful, he thought. He made his way over to her with a wide smile.
“Avianna? Hi. I’m Spencer.”
She pulled him in instantly for a hug, which he hesitantly returned. He wasn’t the best at physical contact with people he just met, but he was drawn in by her aroma. Something floral, like lavender. 
“Sorry, that was a bit forward,” she said in a rush, pushing him away from the hug. “I went over this moment in my head so many times and I didn’t want us to just give some awkward smiles to each other before going inside.”
“That’s okay. It was a nice hug,” Spencer reassured her. 
“It was, wasn’t it? Wow, you are so tall,” she said, looking him up and down with bright eyes. She was probably a foot shorter than him. “And you look fantastic. Purple is a really great colour on you.”
“Oh, uh, thank you,” he breathed out. “You look very beautiful.”
Spencer was pretty sure he could see a blush forming on her cheeks, but she diverted the attention from herself and led them inside. The restaurant was decently busy, but not too crowded to be overwhelming. The sound of peoples cutlery clinking together as they ate was only barely audible over the soft instrumental music they had playing throughout the dining room. 
The hostess led them to a booth next to the window, placed their menus down and took their drink orders. Both of them asked for water, not even a peak at the wine or cocktails list that sat next to them on the table. Spencer didn’t want to comment on why she was opting for no alcohol, but he was kind of glad she did. He would never bring it up to his team, but sometimes going out with them for food and drinks was a bit hard and overwhelming when all of them drank alcohol besides him. 
They were comfortably quiet as they looked over their menus. Spencer worried for a second that maybe he and Avianna had already talked about everything they could possibly talk about over text messages, but those thoughts were quickly swept under the rug as she looked up at him from behind her menu with a sparkle in her eye.
“Not that anyone is paying any attention to us, but if they were, it would be so obvious that we’re both on a first date,” she laughed.
Spencer laughed softly as well before asking her to clarify what she meant.
“Just that, from an outsiders perspective, we both probably look so nervous. I mean, I can’t totally speak for you, but I’m very nervous. Maybe I’m just the one who would look like they’re on a first date. You actually look totally cool, calm, and collected.”
Spencer couldn’t help but give a real laugh this time, his eyes crinkling as he did. She rambles more than I do when nervous, he thought to himself.
“I’m definitely nervous,” he said. “I’ve never used a dating app before, and it’s been a long time since I’ve been on a real date. Actually, a couple of my friends set the account up for me without me knowing. Emily, my friend, sent you the first message on the app, but the rest was all me.”
“I’m so glad they did. Remind me to thank them if I ever meet them. I’m also so glad you answered my stupid little math question,” she laughed. Spencer wanted to listen to her laugh forever. It was so light and infectious.
“I was meaning to ask what that was all about. Emily nearly choked on her water when I asked if it was a normal thing to answer before getting to talk to someone,” he smirked.
“It’s kind of stupid,” she said, avoiding eye contact and looking back at the menu.
“I’m sure it’s not that bad.” 
Avianna grimaced, but started to explain anyways, “I kind of set my account up as a joke with my friends one night. None of us have ever been in any kind of long lasting relationship, and we were having mocktails night just goofing around when we all set up an account to see what was out there. But when we all instantly were getting matches with some of the same guys in our area, we knew people were just using the site as an easier way to try and hook up with anyone.”
“Hook up with someone?” Asked Spencer, a little unsure about what that terminology meant.
“Like have sex,” Avianna clarified for him.
“Got it,” he said through a cough.
“So yeah. We decided to ask everyone who matched and messaged us to answer some kind of skill testing question. Kind of like what they make you do when you win a prize online. Most of the guys would just never respond, and the few that did always gave some bullshit answer like ‘I could love you harder than this math question is.’” She lowered her voice to imitate a man.
“They thought that math question was hard?” Avianna laughed at Spencer’s question, which made him smile.
“Apparently they did. But not you,” she looked at him across the table with a small shy smile.
Their waiter came by to take their orders, both of them opting for the classic best seller, spaghetti and meat balls. The two of them fell into a comfortable conversation, further melting away Spencer’s worries about not having anything to discuss in person. The conversation flowed so easily between the two, Spencer was sure that if anyone looked their way now, they would no longer look like a pair on a first date. More like a couple just going out for dinner.
They chatted a little about work, about Avianna’s job at a bank, but they kept it light. Because talking about Spencer’s job with the FBI could sometimes bring the mood down. Mostly they just continued to get to know each other. Some of the stuff they messaged about got brought up again in person, like her love for hikes ant the outdoors and Spencer’s dislike for extreme physical activity. But it was nice to hear the excitement about her interest’s in person this time. He could study the way her eyes lit up when talking about a cool bird she spotted on her last hike, and the way the corner of her mouth would tilt down when she mentioned how she didn’t like the way someone would disrespect nature on the trails by leaving garbage and breaking off tree branches. 
Spencer would chime in with facts about over tourism and then their conversation would switch to destinations they would love to visit some day. He of course mentioned how much he traveled around the country for work already, but that he would love to spend time in Europe.
When their meals were finished and Spencer paid the bill, Avianna said she promised to pay next time. It made his heart beat a little quicker knowing she wanted to spend more time with him. 
As they made their way outside the restaurant, Spencer really didn’t want to just send her away in a taxi and head home, so he suggest they go for a walk along the waterfront. She happily agreed. He had a small inner battle with himself, on if he should hold her hand or not. On the one side, hand’s held lots of germs and sometimes he would even tell people it would actually be safer to kiss, than to shake hands. But on the other, he just spent an hour chatting with this beautiful girl, and he was feeling a little bit desperate to get closer to her. So eventually he reached down and grasped her hand in his.
Avianna looked up at him after he did, with a pleased smile on her face. He was more than happy with his decision. 
“So did you grow up around here?” She asked him as they strolled along a nice path near the water. It was a little breezy and cold, but something about the heat being shared between their hands made Spencer warm inside.
“No, actually. I grew up in Las Vegas.”
“No way. That’s pretty cool. Did you go to casinos a lot?”
“Yes. To the point where I got banned from most of them for counting cards,” he confessed. 
“Shut up, you did not,” she laughed.
“I am! From Laughlin and Pahrump as well.”
“Remind me never to bet against you then,” she said with a squeeze to his hand that he returned.
“Are you banned from anywhere?” He asked with a joking smile.
“My sisters bedroom, for stealing her clothes when I was a teenager,” she joked back.
The pair made their way to a small park that was empty now that the sun had set. As they were crossing a small bridge over a pond, Avianna stopped in the middle of it so she could lean over the edge and look at the fish. 
“Did you know that in every drop of pond water there is a microcosm of life? And a lot of ponds are actually home to some rare species,” Spencer informed her.
“So don’t drink the pond water?”
“Probably better to wait for filtered water, yes.”
Avianna stood up straight to look at him.
“Can I kiss you?” She blurted out. It took him by surprise, and she could see that on his face. “I’m sorry. That was really forward, it’s only the first date. We can wait for, like, the third or fourth date, if you want.”
When he’d recovered from the shock of not only her wanting a kiss but the mention of a possible fourth date, he replied, “Actually, I really appreciate how to the point you are. It leaves nothing to the imagination.”
“Oh, shit,” she said. “Should I be leaving things to the imagination?” 
“No, I’m sorry. That came out wrong,” he shook his head. “I meant, your forwardness means I’m not overthinking things. Wondering if you want me to call you back tomorrow or wait for a few days. It’s nice, to hear it right out in the open. I’m just not used to it.”
“Well, I’m glad. Because I’ve always been one to say what I feel or ask for what I want. Also, just to be clear, I’m totally okay with the answer no. It won’t hurt my feelings. I do want a second date, though,” she pointed her finger at him to make sure he understands that point.
“I want that as well,” he chuckled. Then he bit his bottom lip in contemplation, before making a decision. “I wouldn’t mind that kiss as well.”
“You do?” She asked and waited for him to nod his head. “Can I kiss you?” She asked again.
“Please,” he breathed out. 
They met each other half way. Spencer bent his head down, and Avianna got up on the tips of her toes. As their lips met, Spencer wrapped his arms around her waist to hold her steady, pulling her in closer and lifting her a little higher. Avianna moved her hands from his shoulders to the back of his neck, where she gently ran her fingers through his hair. Spencer took a step backwards until he was leaning on the wall of the bridge. He couldn’t believe that his was happening. That he was kissing someone on a first date, and that she was as beautiful as she is. And that she was just as into it as him. 
Eagerly, Spencer nipped at her bottom lip, kissing her harder when she let out a gasp of pleasure. He left one arm around her waist to keep her in place, and moved his other so that he could cup the side of her face with his hand. Gently, he rubbed his thumb along her cheekbone, before moving the hand to get a hold on her hair. He used his grip to pull her head back, exposing her neck. He trailed kisses along her jaw then down to suck on the tender part of her neck, making her gasp yet again.
“Oh my,” she gasped in pleasure as Spencer no doubt left a mark on her. “We might have to stop before we expose ourselves to someone in public.” 
Spencer nodded his head in agreement from his place at her neck, but he didn’t stop. Instead he moved back to her lips, in another earth shattering kiss. Spencer wasn’t quite ready for it to be over yet. They moved together like one, breathing each other in. This close to her, all Spencer could smell was that lavender again, and it went straight to his head, making him feel drunk on her kiss.
He let out a shudder when Avianna curled her fingers in his hair. It felt so nice to have someone in his arms. Spencer started to slow down when he heard a dog bark in the distance. He pulled away to rest his forehead against hers, going in for a small peck every few seconds because he just couldn’t believe how lucky he felt to have found her. He really did owe it to his friends.
Finally, when his heart rate went back to normal, he loosened his grip and lowered her down so her feet were flat on the bridge once again. She kept her arms around his neck, looking up at him in wonderment. 
“Sorry, I think I messed up your braid,” he said when he noticed strands of hair sticking out where they were once contained.
“That’s alight. It was worth it,” she said, then she took out the elastic and let her hair fall down in waves around her shoulders.
Unable to help himself, Spencer reached forward to run his hands through her hair. Then he used his grip to pull her head back, bending down a slightly uncomfortable amount to kiss her quickly once again.
“Sorry,” he said bashfully, then pulled his hands away from her.
“Don’t apologize. That was amazing, you can kiss me whenever you want.”
Slowly they started walking again, hand in hand, as they made their way back to the main road where Avianna called herself a taxi. 
“Spencer, I had such a wonderful time tonight. I am on the moon happy,” she said to him.
“Me too. I would love to do this again.”
“How about tomorrow for breakfast?” She asked right as her taxi pulled up.
“It’s a date,” he said. Like earlier in the evening, Avianna pulled him in for a hug. Except this time, he tightly hugged her back and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.
“I can’t wait,” she said before hopping into the taxi. Spencer watched with a massive smile as it drove down the road and made a right turn, disappearing from sight. 
He turned around to start walking back to his apartment when his phone dinged from his pocket. 
Avianna - ❤️ ❤️ ❤️
Yup. He really owed it to Penelope and Emily.
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Felicia calls Spencer. A plan gets set into motion.
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keanureevesisbae · 9 months
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⇢ ˗ˏˋ 03. kiss in the rain
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Spencer Reid x Elodie Price (asian/pacific islander/moluccan OFC)
Summary: Elodie's birthday is coming up!
Serie warnings: Mention of murder, blood. Mention of rape (not described). Eventual smut.
Chapter warnings: Mention of nightmares, of Rowan Rancher.
Word count: 1.8k
Masterlist // Beyond Words Masterlist
When I fall in love, it will be forever - Jane Austen
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Her
I made the mistake of suggesting an audio tourguide when we stepped foot into this museum. We as in Spencer and I. After exchanging phone numbers and that call before I fell asleep, we’ve been consistently calling. Even when he has a case. He puts his phone in his front pocket and starts rambling, even when he’s talking to others. And ever since we do that, ever since his voice is the last one I hear before I fall asleep, I don’t have nightmares. 
Because I don’t have an eidetic memory like he does, I barely remember a word he said when we were in the museum, looking at different paintings. All I remember was the smile on my face, was the lingering of my eyes on his tall and lanky physique and how he’s so passionate about anything really, expressively talking with his hands. 
The two of us are now sitting at the cafe close to the museum. Him with an americano (and not only poured his own sugar packet in it, but also mine), me with a cappuccino.
‘Why do you have tattoos?’ Spencer asks.
I stare at the dots on my hand. I wonder if he knows how many tattoos I’m hiding underneath my clothes. I’ve got a lot of them. On my arms, my legs, my back, underneath my breasts. 
‘My father hated them,’ I say, ‘so when I was eighteen, the first thing I did was scheduling a tattoo appointment, so I could get inked. Whenever dad—‘ I realize quickly I’m outside. Talking about Rowan Rancher as my father could possibly fall onto the wrong ears. ‘Whenever he dated a woman prior to you know, he always checked whether or not she had tattoos.’
‘If she did, was it worse?’
I nod. ‘If she did, they found her. If she didn’t, I helped them find her.’
Spencer takes a sip of his coffee. With zero tact—and I absolutely think it’s adorable—he says: ‘Your birthday is in three days.’
‘True.’
‘What is the perfect way for you to spend your birthday?’
‘Honestly, I just want to browse for hours on end at Barnes and Nobles, no rush, just me and books. That’s all.’
‘Do you have anything to do in three days?’ Spencer asks. ‘I could take you to Barnes and Nobles. I find it soothing to spend my time around books too. Besides, I have to buy this newest book about quantum physics and corpus linguistics and hopefully I can find it there.’
I offer him a smile. ‘Do you want to spend your day with me, Spencer?’ I ask. 
‘It’s your birthday,’ he states. ‘I…’ I watch how he fidgets with his hands, tension in each of his fingers. ‘I know how it is to spend your birthdays alone. I don’t want you to spend it alone.’
Thank the stars for russet brown skin, because I would’ve been a blushing mess if I favored my father with his paler skin and blue eyes. I run my fingers through my black hair and say: ‘I’d like to spend my birthday with you. Especially in Barnes and Nobles.’
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Them
‘Reid,’ Garcia says, almost dragging Spencer out of his thoughts and concentration. ‘What are you doing?’
‘I’m trying to create an understandable map of the local Barnes and Nobles.’
‘For yourself?’ Prentiss asks, rolling her desk chair over to Spencer’s desk. ‘I thought you had an eidetic memory and know your way around.’
‘I do have an eidetic memory,’ he states, ‘however I am taking Elodie to Barnes and Nobles for her birthday and because she has never been there before, I want to make sure the experience isn’t too overwhelming for her.’
‘Elodie?’ Prentiss asks, her eyes widening in intrigue. ‘As in Elodie Price?’
‘Yes.’
Morgan joins them and says: ‘Pretty boy has taken a liking in Elodie. They call every night before she goes to sleep.’
‘Usually we call at nine o’clock and ninety five percent of the time, she’s asleep at nine forty five,’ Spencer says, thinking back about the times where he doesn’t hear her hums, but instead hears soft snores. He goes back to creating the map again and Garcia ruffles his hairs.
‘You’re so sweet when you’re in love with someone,’ she says. ‘Elodie sure is a lucky girl.’
‘Why do you like her so much?’ Prentiss asks curiously.
‘She’s intriguing,’ Spencer answers, continuing using the ruler to draw a straight line. ‘You know that whenever she talks, I feel like I never want to press pause. I just want to absorb every syllable.’  He looks up with a smile—a very telling one—and whispers: ‘And whenever I look at her, I don’t want to look away.’
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Her
Thankfully Spencer saved the happy birthday serenade for when he picked me up from my place, holding two cupcakes in his hands, one with a two and the other with a six. Once we’re in front of the Barnes and Nobles, he gives me a piece of paper. ‘What is it?’ I ask, folding it open. ‘A map?’
‘I created a map for you, since you told me you haven’t been to this Barnes and Nobles.’
Sometimes it’s hard not to smother this man with hugs.
The two of us make our way into the promised land, surrounded by books. Spencer follows me like a little duckling, though I think he knows better than anyone what’s the best route. Instead of berating me for taking a massive detour—it’s that massive I noticed it myself—he gives me all the precise measurements of this building. 
We stop near the romance section and I fold the map, putting it into my pocket, before I look at the spines and all the beautiful book covers. 
‘Romance novels generate over one point forty four billion dollars in revenue, making romance the highest earning genre of fiction,’ Spencer says. ‘Have you read Fifty Shades of Grey?’
I shake my head. ‘No, why would I?’
‘It’s the Best-Selling romance novel of all time,’ he answers. ‘Sold over one hundred fifty million copies, surpassing Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen with a good thirty million copies.’
‘I haven’t read Pride and Prejudice either,’ I say. ‘Though it’s a classic.’
Spencer nods. ‘Do you have a colleague degree, Elodie? Because approximately forty five percent of the romance readers have a college degree.’
It’s an odd way of conversing, sure, but I’m always curious to see what he’s gonna say next.
‘I’ve studied English in college,’ I say, ‘so yeah, I’ve got a degree.’
While Spencer provides me with tons of other facts about the building, the romance genre and certain authors, I put more and more books into my basket. Eventually we go towards his section of preferred books, with the help of the map. I watch him rhythmically pointing towards the bookshelves, almost like a conductor in front of an orchestra. While I am going to buy seven books, he is going to buy two he came for. 
However, once we’re near the check out, he grabs my shopping basket from me and says: ‘Happy birthday, Elodie.’
It takes me a good five seconds before I catch up. ‘No,’ I say, trying to grab the basket from him. ‘No, no, no, you’re not gonna pay for my books.’
‘It’s your birthday,’ he says, ‘of course I am gonna pay for the books. That is my gift to you.’
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We end up at my apartment and together we stare out of the window, watching the rain pour from the dark sky. ‘I love the rain,’ I admit.
‘Why?’ 
‘I don’t know. It gives off something cosy. Don’t you think?’ 
Spencer nods, standing behind me as he takes in the rain. I hear his fingers tapping on the phone and not long afterwards, his footsteps walk away from me. I look over my shoulder, when I see him putting on his coat, before grabbing mine. 
‘What are you doing?’ I ask. 
‘According to many romance movies and novels, the rain is considered highly romantic.’ He places my coat on my shoulders, before he tugs my hand. 
‘Spencer, what are we doing?’
‘We’re going out in the rain,’ he tells me matter of factly. ‘Considering your favorite genre is romance, I think you deserve a romantic moment on your birthday.’
His fingers laced through mine and together we walk towards the exit. The raindrops fall on my head and my skin and I let out a juvenile squeal, delighted to be outside. I spread my arms and turn my face to the sky, closing my eyes, enjoying every single second of it. 
‘Elodie.’
My eyes meet Spencer’s, before we offer each other a smile. Shit, I could look at his gorgeous face for eternity and never ever be tired of it. ‘Yes, Spencer?’
‘Have you ever kissed someone?’
I nod. ‘Yeah, when I was younger. Why?’
‘Do you want me to kiss you?’
I’ve been yearning for a true kiss from you ever since you stepped foot into my life, Spencer Reid. Yes, I want you to kiss me and once you start, I don’t want you to stop. Instead of spilling those words, I simply nod. 
Spencer’s hair is stuck to his face and with a brute gesture, he pushes the locks from his face, before his large hands cup my face. He bridges the distance between us. His lips clash on mine and while it definitely could use some work, I take him in with everything I’ve got. His lips, his scent, his touch. I cling onto his jacket, parting my lips.
‘Happy birthday, Elodie,’ he whispers against me. 
I don’t want to let go. Not yet at least. I want to savor this moment. Savor the moment of him kissing me, of me having a normal birthday for the first time since I can remember. My body curves towards his, as we kiss again. 
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Them
The elevator is crowded. Rossi, Morgan, JJ and Prentiss all join Spencer in the small and confined space. ‘How was Elodie’s birthday?’ Prentiss asks.
‘It was fun, after I gave her her birthday cupcake, we went to the bookstore, had a coffee and then went back to her place. We then spend some time in the rain.’
‘The rain?’ JJ lets out a low whistle. ‘Romantic.’
‘You know what I always want to do at least once in my life?’ Prentiss asks. ‘Kiss in the rain.’ She lets out a deep sigh, while staring lovingly ahead of her.
‘Elodie and I kissed in the rain.’
Everyone in the elevator simultaneously turns around and looks at Spencer. ‘You did what?’ JJ asks.
‘So unfair, you kissed in the rain?’ Prentiss whines.
Rossi pats him on the shoulder, while Morgan starts to laugh and say: ‘I knew something was different about you, kid.’
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ohwowimlonley · 10 months
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Okay who’s gonna proofread my gut wrenching completely debilitating spencer reid angst (with a happy ending)
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muffinbeliever · 4 days
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Lunaverse Masterlist
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Introducing: Luna Mae Winchester
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randomwriting-misc · 2 years
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Ghost of Us
Summary: Aaron Hotchner goes into Witness Protection to protect his son, leaving everyone to deal with the aftermath of his blindside.
Inspired by Ghost Of You by 5SOS
A/N: A workshop in heartbreak
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Two Weeks Ago
Sunlight across my face wakes me up as I stretch across the bed. I notice Aaron’s absence first thing and frown. Glancing at the time, I see I slept in. He must have gone to pick up Jack from his aunt’s house.
The last few days had been stressful, with the sighting of Mr. Scratch at Jack’s soccer game, we had taken time off to be with him. I drag myself out of bed, and that’s when I notice how off things are.
Most of Aaron’s clothes are gone. His shoes are too.
Confusion enters before panic. I burst into the living room, his laptop is gone and so are the things Jack has brought over and left, accidentally giving me a toy and book collection from him.
I try calling him, but it goes straight to voicemail. I keep trying, and texting, and it gets harder to breathe.
What is going on?
When I see the letter on the counter, my knees fall out from beneath me and I feel myself succumb to a panic attack. The room is spinning. Did he leave me? I don’t understand, we work together, is he just… going to ignore me?
My phone vibrates once, signaling a text, but it’s not from Aaron like I hope it is. A private number appears on my screen as I scramble to unlock it.
Hello, this is the U.S. Marshall. I’m breaking protocol for this agent, but as a favor to him and you.
They have entered the program to avoid detection. It was a highly secured operation that was strictly need-to-know. His phone is no longer with him.
For what it’s worth, we are all sorry.
My phone falls from my hand as it feels like my heart stops.
They’re gone.
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One Week Ago
“Hotch just sent in his resignation,” Rossi says carefully. Small gasps fill the room as he delivers the news to the team, or most of the team. My absence is heavily noted.  
“Does this mean we’ll never get to see him again?” Penelope sounds like she’s on the verge of crying.  
“We don’t have a choice.” Rossi is also trying to hold it together and be professional for everyone’s sake.
The room is solemn, letting the weight of the information sink in.
“Wait, how long has he been gone?” Spencer asks, doing the math in his head. I had been gone for over a week now, telling only Rossi that I was sick.
“He’s been in the program for 8 days.”  
JJ seems to put two and two together at the same time as Spencer as they are both suddenly on their phones. JJ texting me, Spencer calling me.  
“Did she go with him?” JJ’s tone is pointed. Most people in the room don’t have to ask who “she” is. The original team was well aware of the relationship between Hotch and me. They watched us fall in love over the years. They were the ones who pushed us to make a move in the first place.
Emily shakes her head.  
“No, she didn’t.”  
“Well, does she know?” She asks.
“The last time I spoke to Aaron, he hadn’t told her. I’m not sure what she knows.” Rossi provides.
“Oh no,” whispers Penelope.  
The two newest agents seem confused, they hadn’t been told about Aaron and me before Mr. Scratch through a wrench in our lives.  
“She’s not answering,” JJ says.  
Spencer frantically dials again.  
“Her phone is going straight to voicemail.”  
JJ asks if either Emily or Rossi has heard from me since Aaron left, and they both say no.  
Panic ensues as JJ and Spencer rush out to head to my apartment, leaving the rest of them to explain to the newest agents of the BAU exactly why they are so worried about me in light of Hotch leaving.
By the time they get to me, it’s days into my spiral. They bang on the door and plead to open it. It’s only when I hear them check the ammunition of their guns that I turn my phone on.
I don’t let them in but send them a text in hopes they will leave.    
I am alive, just drowning. Please go.  
And they do.  
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Now
Knock, knock, knock.  
“Hey, it’s me. I know you're in there.” Spencer says standing at the front door of my apartment.  
I don’t move to answer.  
I can’t move.  
Moving made everything real. Moving brought me back to my body and made me feel. The subtle up and down of my chest was already too much, grounding me into my body, into my reality. When it feels real, the crushing weight of my heartbreak is just too much to bear.  
I am curled into a ball on the couch. The bed is still unmade from where we both slept for the last time. There is no courage within me to lay there and feel the emptiness with him gone. The crying has stopped, for now, just leaving me numb.
Aaron Hotchner is gone. Aaron Hotchner left me.  
“We are all really worried about you,” Spencer says, he sounds like he’s talking to a wounded animal, coaxing them into safety.  
“Just…let me know you’re alive, please. Penelope is close to calling the police to do a wellness check on you. We haven’t heard anything in days.”  
Resigned to the fact I would have to let him in, or probably very likely deal with the police, I roll off the couch and unlock the door without a word. I hear his sigh of relief as I sit back down, wrapping a blanket around me.  
Spencer tentatively walks in and scans the room, already profiling the situation he’s found me in, I’m sure. I knew how it looked.
A coffee cup sits at the dining table, next to a stack of papers.  It isn’t mine.
A children’s movie case on the coffee table, the DVD still in the player.  
A suit jacket is folded over a chair.  
A key is placed on the kitchen counter.  
A letter still left untouched next to it. Only two words are visible on the folded pages.  I’m sorry. The contents on the inside of the pages are unknown.
It’s like nothing had changed in the two weeks since Aaron went into Witness Protection without telling anyone, everything except the results of my anger.
A shattered ceramic on the floor and a dent in a wall from the angry phase of my isolation.
I would have understood. I love Jack. I would do anything to protect him, but he didn’t tell me. He just left. Leaving the ghost of a life behind him. My mind spirals into these thoughts for the millionth time in a few days.  
Spencer suddenly relives the moment they were all told Hotch had left, and how he wishes so badly they had known sooner. He looks at me with such concern in his eyes.  
We sit in silence for a while before Spencer gets up and rummages through my kitchen. Wordlessly, he makes me a cup of tea and something to snack on.  
“Thank you.” I flinch at my voice, hoarse and creaky.  
Spencer just nods.  
Tears slowly pour out of my eyes.  
“It feels... it feels like he died. Like they both died.”  
“I know. It does feel that way.”  
“I don’t know what to do.”  
“You don’t have to know. You’re grieving, just let yourself grieve.” He pauses, choosing his words carefully.  
“You deserve to grieve… but let us help you. Let us take care of the things you can’t right now.”  
I sob, and even though Spencer is not a hugger, he lets me lean into him and cry into his shoulder.  
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Spencer leaves with the promise to return with friends to help straighten up the apartment from its current doom and gloom state. I shower knowing I desperately need it. Even if I am just letting the hot water run over me, it feels good. The feeling is fleeting when I realize I am washing away the last time Aaron kissed me, the last time Jack hugged me. It’s all a memory now.  
Our relationship was full of love. We were together officially for two years, but we spent years beforehand with lingering eyes and subtle touches. He put everything above himself, and I wanted nothing more than to care for him the way he did for others.  
The first time he kissed me was like a scene out of a movie. After years of getting closer and closer to crossing that line, a bad case where I was separated from him snapped something in him. Rain pounded against the concrete; I was covered by an emergency blanket after an unsub had gotten a hold of me during an arrest. Minimal injury sustained, but it had been scary.  
Standing in the road watching them load his body into an ambulance, I heard Hotch yell my name. Running around the corner of the house, he locked eyes with me. I was frozen as he continues to run up to me. The emergency blanket falls from my shoulders as his hands find the sides of my face pulling me into a passionate kiss. My hands grasped on to him, pulling him closer. He moved his hand from my cheeks to around my waist and dipped me slightly backward.  
Clapping and wooing pulled us away from each other reluctantly as the team stands behind us, smiling and laughing. I think I saw Rossi collecting money from Emily and Derek.  
I find myself getting lost in the memories.  
I should have seen the signs in those last few days. He brought me my favorite flowers, danced with me through my apartment to our songs, and kissed me like I was his lifeline. All while still feeling like he was building a wall between us.  
The bathroom floor is where Penelope and Emily find me when they come through the unlocked door.  
“Oh, my sweet,” Penelope says, it's like I can hear her heart breaking as I look up at them with red eyes.  
There is no judgment from them as Emily helps me up and helps me into the bedroom. She finds clothes for me to put on and sits me down in a chair. Penelope’s touch is gentle as she brushes through my hair slowly, then braids it out of my way.  
JJ and Rossi show up next with food for everyone. They both scan the apartment in the same way Spencer does before meeting my eyes.  
No one asks if I’m okay, they already know.  
Finally, Spencer is back, with a special guest in tow.  
“Derek,” I say, tearing up yet again. “You’re here.”  
“Of course, I’m here,” he pulls me into a hug, “I will always be here for you. I am so sorry.”  
I squeeze him tight, and he sits down with me on the couch.  
There’s not much talking as they start to move around and clean. Dishes are done, dusting is completed, and groceries are delivered courtesy of Rossi.  
They don’t touch any of Aaron’s things that he left behind, not after finding his favorite t-shirt in my laundry sending me into an almost catatonic state, clutching on to it, the smell of him overwhelming my senses. They sneak away to the kitchen while they think I’ve fallen asleep, still holding the shirt tight to me.
“This is bad,” whispers Emily. Hums of agreement follow.  
“I don’t know what to do,” Penelope says.  
“We do what we’ve been doing,” Spencer interrupts, “She needs support. Her whole life was effectively ripped out from under her overnight. She needs time.”  
They go quiet at his words. Out of everyone here, Spencer knows how I feel better than anyone.  
“She hasn’t read his letter.” JJ’s voice is quieter.  
“Probably because reading it is accepting the fact he’s not coming back,” Derek provides.  
“Is any justification worth this? I know he was protecting his son but...” Penelope’s voice falters, “He should have at least told her.”  
They are all silent again. Unsure of what to say.
“The Bureau has given her as much time as she needs,” Emily says, “Let’s just try our best to be there.”
Guilt rises in me, but as the smell of Aaron’s cologne creates an ache in my heart, I let the guilt go in favor of finally falling to sleep.
At least in my dreams, Aaron is there with me.
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