#the bau is pure chaos

[masterwords]

just let me adore you

Summary: A few of the BAU singles head to the bar for Valentine's Day, and Hotch decides to join them. (Coda to 7x14 - Closing Time...in this world, Morgan's invitation gets a different response.)

Pairing: Hotch/Morgan (first kiss)

Warnings: alcohol, scars

Words: 1.6k

Notes: Written quickly for Day 1 of Flufftober (@flufftober) (prompt: Wearing Each Other's Clothes). I had big plans for October, and I suspect that with my current writing ability being as diminished as it is and how insanely busy this football season has been with two kids on the same team and coach dad...those plans are going to crash and burn. But I'm going to try to salvage what I can! This one is just pure, adorable fluff. There is no plot. I listened to a lot of Harry Styles writing this and it shows. That's all.

Read on AO3: just let me adore you

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“A few of us singles?” Hotch asked, standing beside the booth that was empty save for Derek nursing what looked like his third beer of the night judging from the empty glasses. He was met with twinkling eyes and a bright smile.

“Everyone's here, they just ditched me.”

Hotch glanced around, craning his neck to survey the bar. It was packed, he could scarcely make out any individual faces so he'd just have to take Derek's word for it. There was music pouring out of every speaker, some pulsing beat that shook him from his feet to his knees but his ears couldn't pick out those individual notes anymore, the parts that made something this loud a song with intricate instrumentals and vocals instead of simply chaos and noise. He just had to trust it was.

“Reid and Prentiss are over hustling some drunks at the pool tables,” Derek pointed out, nodding to the left. “And Rossi took Garcia next door to the arcade to play some new racing game they just got in. They told me to come but I uh...”

“You waited for me.” Hotch smiled softly to himself when Derek nodded.

“Yeah. They said you weren't gonna show.”

“I hope there was money on the line...” Hotch regretted that instantly. Something about the informal setting of the bar had already lulled him into a false sense of comfort that he really couldn't afford. He and Derek hadn't been alone together much since Emily's return, things were better but still strained. To his relief, Derek let out a deep laugh and shook his head but refused to elaborate. Hotch knew, then, that money had been on the line...though he could also see something else there. Derek hadn't waited, or even hoped Hotch would show up, because of the cash.

“What are you drinking?” Hotch asked, abruptly changing the subject. “I'll get the next round. It's the least I can do for your unwavering faith in me.”

“I wouldn't call it unwavering,” Derek replied quietly, but he was smiling and there wasn't a hint of bitterness behind the words. It was a start.

That start drove them right into two more rounds of beers, and the smiles got easier as the night wore on. Emily and Reid dropped by to say hi when they saw that Hotch had come, but they had more hustling to do so they didn't stick around long. They were completely uninterested in anything outside of the pool tables.

“Lemme get you guys a drink...” Emily announced, swaying a little where she stood. She was more than a few in herself, or she was doing a damn good job of pretending for the benefit of her hustle. “My treat.”

Hotch frowned when she came back with bright orange concoctions that looked like a headache and a sour stomach all in one. “Lighten up,” she said, shoving it in his direction. The neon orange liquid sloshed over the side of the small cup. “You'll like it. It's practically orange juice...”

Reid laughed. “Yeah, practically orange juice...and six different clear alcohols, at least one of which was 100 proof. I ordered you a plate of fries to go with it, you're going to need something to soak those up.” Reid had been nursing the same old fashioned all night and it was entirely likely he wouldn't even finish it. He was a magician when it came to pretending he was interested in the drinking when it came to going out, but Hotch saw him. He knew. They were often both playing the same game but maybe for different reasons.

Hotch hadn't taken his eyes off of the drink since Emily set it down. The condensation ring puddled on the table, creeping away from the glass in a crystalline river. He didn't want to be rude and turn down her kindness, but this was the sort of kindness that would get him into trouble. “Thank you,” he said quietly, with no intention of drinking it. He would sip it, nurse it a little, and let it ride. That was the plan. Play Reid's game.

And it had been a solid plan, really, until the waitress brought the fries to the table and knocked his glass down the front of him as he took the most minute sip. The edge of the glass caught his front tooth and the neon orange liquid spilled down his chin and all over him. He sputtered like a fish, gulping at the sudden mouthful of the sugary sweet concoction and coughed at the strength of the alcohol when it hit the back of his throat. It burned up his nose.

One problem solved, another created. Now he was covered in sticky sweet booze, soaking wet, his cashmere sweater effectively ruined. Derek stifled his laughter with a hand over his mouth, drunk enough not to be too worried about the situation at hand, not to concern himself with the consequences of this disaster. Hotch, to his credit, only smiled at the waitress and repeatedly told her that it was fine, he was okay, his sweater would be okay (it would not, but she never needed to know that) and no, he did not need a new drink.

“Well,” Hotch said once she'd gone. His fingers were tripping over the sticky wet black fabric absently. The sweater meant nothing to him on any sort of sentimental level, he'd had it for years now but it was just a sweater. It was also the only shirt he had, and the neon orange concoction was drying slow and tacky to his chest. Unpleasant to say the least. “I think this is my cue to head home. Clearly Valentine's Day isn't in the cards for me this year. Or any year, really.”

“Nah, come on, you can't just give up like that.”

“Oh, I absolutely can.”

Derek followed Hotch outside, abandoning their table full of drinks and fries. “Hotch! Wait!” he called, finally deciding to catch hold of Hotch's hand and pull him down a little side street. Not exactly a street, not an alley, just a brick walkway between buildings that looked like it probably held a farmers market or some other outdoor gathering in the summer. Right now, though, it was chilly and they had the place to themselves. Derek pulled his shirt over his head, long sleeve, worn in and navy blue, and handed it to Hotch with a smile. It left him in nothing but an undershirt, woefully under dressed for the chill in the air, but he insisted. Poked it right into Hotch's chest.

“Change outta that thing,” he said, and he wasn't asking or offering, he was insisting. One step short of pulling the ruined sweater over Hotch's head for him. With a nervous little sigh, Hotch turned around and bent forward at the hips, pulling the sweater off without letting the sugary wet drink touch his face. He shivered, the cold air against his skin flooding him with goosebumps and he turned around to face Derek, to take the shirt from his hands. Derek's eyes studied the shirtless man before him, trailing lazily from his waist to his collarbone and back, and Hotch suddenly felt self-conscious beneath that scrutiny. His hand pressed flat against one of the scars on his stomach, at silly attempt to hide a part of himself he wasn't overly proud of.

Except Derek knew the story, Derek had seen the reports, hell he'd been the one to sign off on the case file. That wasn't what he was looking at anyway. He wasn't scrutinizing, he was admiring. There was a difference.

“What?” Hotch asked, holding his hand out for Derek's shirt. The silence settled thick between them, and while Derek reached out and took the soiled sweater from Hotch's outstretched hand, he momentarily forgot to actually give him the shirt. He tucked the sweater into his back pocket, letting it hang out like a mechanic's rag, and stepped closer. He was pretty sure he knew a guy who could fix it up, he'd hang on to it. Hotch didn't move. He momentarily forgot about the cold.

“I'm gonna kiss you now,” Derek whispered, leaning forward and waiting only a moment to see if Hotch would protest. He gave him plenty of opportunity, but when it didn't happen, when Hotch's features softened from confusion to something serene, he moved in. Long fingers under Hotch's chin, tilting it toward him. A soft dusting of lips, warm and sweetly boozy, breath that smelled like oranges and a smile that lit up the entire alley. Derek had always wondered what it would be like, and he never imagined Hotch to be one who smiled into kisses but here he was, pleasantly surprised. Derek pulled back only far enough to make sure Hotch hadn't changed his mind. His hands were warm against Hotch's chilly stomach, thumbs finding ridges of silvery scars that danced and licked their way across his skin. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, and Hotch shook his head.

“No,” he replied quietly, breathy. “But I wouldn't mind that shirt...it's cold...”

Derek laughed and leaned in for one more kiss before the spell of the moment was broken. One more, deeper this time, breath stolen, bodies pressed together. He pulled the shirt down over Hotch's head and waited for him to slide his arms into it, watched the way his lithe frame filled it out differently and beautifully. The way the thin, worn fabric hung against him, loose where it hugged Derek tight, and he grinned. He might not ask for it back.

“Happy Valentine's Day,” Derek said, hooking his thumb through Hotch's belt loop. He'd had just enough drinks to make this a lot easier than it should be. “I think these two singles should go find somewhere else a little more private...see where the night takes us...”

#aaron hotchner #derek morgan #hotchgan #criminal minds fanfiction #flufftober2022 #day one: wearing each other's clothes

[shut-up-rabert]

34,35,44

What I like in Women?

The dominant kind

Its usually the smile. When I see her grinning and glowing I'm immediately down bad💘 I'm also big on short haired gals. Ugh, I love them 😔

What I like in Men?

I have a thing for nerds so its usually a shy or pure demeanor that gets me. Also, the smile again. Give me a mischievous boyish grin and I'll put the sindoor on myself🫣

A random fact?

When my bau (older great uncle) was young he used to give rides to people he didn't like on bullock carts and then cause accidents on purpose💀 true chaos I tell u.

#asks #anon bhai ki asks

[sreidisms]

A Helping Hand

Sub!Spencer Reid x Domish!GN!Reader

Summary: your new flatmate is an interesting guy. One night whilst up studying, you make a cup of coffee for him as a kind gesture, but walk in on something unexpected (smut with plot).

Genre: smut, not angst but a little self doubt at the end

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: masturbation, handjob, reader puts their mouth on Spencer for a few seconds, 'baby' used as a pet name, no aftercare because Spencer and reader are still new to intimacy with each other (not because the reader is a dick).

A/N: this is purely self-indulgent, because I think handjobs are superior to blowjobs 🫡 I edited it, but fairly quickly because I have no patience inside of me and wanted to snatch the inspiration before I enter writer's block. So ignore if the pacing is awkward. I don't know ... if this could have a second part because it does kinda end on a cliffhanger emotionally, but I'll just have to see what you guys think!

Sharing an apartment with someone you barely knew wasn’t something you ever planned on, but minimum wage and criminally expensive dorm rooms left you no choice. A vacancy opened a few blocks away from your university for a quaint apartment, small and cosy. You would’ve rented it out alone if you could have afforded it, you weren’t keen on sharing your living space, however the landlord offered the second option of splitting the place between yourself and another tenant.

And so that’s what you chose.

An awkwardly lanky man, although sporting more of a boyish look, stood at your doorstep one evening in the middle of your first week. He had a tan brown leather messenger bag slung across his left shoulder, one of his hands gripping the strap tightly, while his other hand held a suitcase which you assumed contained clothes. Behind him were two large cardboard boxes with the word ‘BOOKS’ written in large letters and black marker.

“Um sorry, am I at the wrong apartment?”

“No, you’re at the right place.” You smiled at him in an attempt to be welcoming and take the attention away from your worn out pyjamas.

The man smiled back in a way that resembled more of a grimace and shuffled past you. His hair was a chaos of long and short strands, and he had a paisley tie with a blazer that fit too big on his shoulders.

“Do you need help with-”

“No need, I’ll get them in a second.”

He carefully placed his bags by the side of the couch and came back for the boxes, clearly struggling to lift both at the same time as his knees wobbled and the veins tracing his hands tensed. A loud huff escaped from behind the boxes before he walked past the door once more.

With an echoing thump, the book-filled boxes were set down as well.

You shifted your weight from one leg to another until he turned round to face you. You extended your hand out for a handshake after mentioning your name.

“Oh sorry, I don’t do handshakes. The number of pathogens passed during a handshake is staggering. It’s actually safer to kiss.”

You quirked an eyebrow at him and took back your hand. “Well that’s one way to introduce yourself … ?”

“Doctor Reid- I mean, Spencer is just fine.”

“A doctor full of fun facts, you’re going to be an interesting flatmate.”

You could tell he was nervous by the way he twiddled his fingers and tried to shift his gaze anywhere that wasn’t your eyes.

“Well okay, Doctor Reid, there’s the other bedroom ready for you whenever you are. I’m either at uni or studying in my room most of the time, so make yourself at home.”

He whispered a small thank you and retreated to his room with his bags. What an interesting character, you thought.

And an interesting character he was as you grew to know him more over the weeks that rolled by. The awkwardness between you two had subsided by time and you had actually come to discover what a fascinating person he was.

Spencer was only 26 years old with a variety of degrees and he worked at the BAU with the FBI. If you had to be honest, his genius and expertise in human behaviour did intimidate you at first, but you soon warmed up to him. As a fellow insomniac, you often found him awake at the late hours of the night when you were up studying, and a quick break usually turned into long conversations over a warm drink.

It was hard not to enjoy your flatmate’s company. He was intelligent, witty, and kind-hearted. He wasn’t a slob and he always did his fair share of chores. Oh, and he was cute, maybe more than you would’ve liked to admit.

As weeks turned into months, you felt yourself growing fonder of the shy doctor sleeping next door to your room. You started to actually miss him when he had to go away on a case; missed the fluttery feeling he gave you when you talked or sat near each other while watching a shitty show on TV.

Sometimes, when you were feeling extra lonely and thought about the gentle glint he had in his eyes and the mess of unruly hair on his head, a new sensation settled at the pit of your stomach and you resorted to touching yourself to ease the discomfort. It was becoming difficult to deny your ever-metamorphosing crush on the boy.

Then touching yourself whenever he was gone turned into every night, even when he was dozing off nearby.

You thought of the way he’d roam his hand over your skin, how hungry he would kiss, how his mouth and fingers would bring you to a state of ecstatic bliss. You imagined how his face would contort into the most beautiful expressions as you made him feel good; how you’d be able to shut such a talkative boy up, who usually had so much to say.

Well, lucky you, you did manage to satisfy your curiosity.

Exam week - not the best of times - arrived once more and you found yourself studying until 1am. Your head had been buried in textbooks for hours and the exhaustion of the day had started to creep up on you. Before your eyes closed for good, you got up and went to make a cup of coffee to keep you going.

Spencer was back from a case and had immediately showered and gone to bed after saying goodnight. You knew him well enough to assume that he wouldn’t be able to sleep quickly, so you decided to take out an extra mug for him.

You set your coffee on your desk and then made your way to Spencer’s bedroom door. You knocked softly - no answer. Faint sighs could be heard, but nothing else. Maybe he had fallen asleep already? Either way, you would leave the coffee on his bedside table in case he stirred awake and wanted some.

The door creaked open and you made the first step into his room before your eyes settled onto a mesmerising scene.

Spencer was lying on his bed, clad in his usual baggy t-shirt, but his pants were down as he held his cock in his hand. His eyes were squeezed shut yet his mouth agape to allow the heavy breaths to escape as he jerked himself off at a worryingly fast pace.

This only lasted a second until he heard you and his eyes shot open. In shock, he scrambled for the blanket and attempted to cover himself up as best as he could.

“S-Sorry, I didn’t hear you, I um- oh God …”

It took all your strength not to drop the mug of coffee onto the floor in surprise. You placed it on his desk and straightened your back.

“No, I’m sorry, I knocked and I thought you were asleep and I wanted to bring you coffee because you seemed so worn out-”

“Thank you.” He interrupted and let out a deep sigh.

An uncomfortable silence fell between you, both waiting for the other to speak first. It was probably best for you to just leave the poor boy in peace. But no, something kept your feet planted by the edge of his bed.

God knows what took over you in that moment as you cleared your throat and spoke.

“Do you need help with anything?”

You internally cursed at yourself. What kind of fucking question was that, you thought.

Spencer’s lip trembled in fear - fear of what, you didn’t know - and he swallowed thickly as he tried to form a sentence in response.

“I- I mean-”

“I could help. You seemed pretty close.”

You stared at each other, Spencer waiting for you to take back what you said and you waiting for him to accept or tell you to fuck off.

Just as you were about to start profusely apologising and turn around, he spoke.

“Okay.” Had you heard him right?

“You sure?”

“Uh huh.”

Hesitantly, you crawled over to him and sat down to his right. The brunet hurriedly pushed himself up to sit, back against the headboard, and gripped the blanket up to his chin.

“Spencer, you have to remove it if you want me to help. You do, don’t you?”

He nodded enthusiastically, like a kid being asked if he wanted candy, and allowed you to slowly pull down the blanket.

His pyjama bottoms were pooled by his ankles and his cock stood up straight against his pelvis. The tip was a pretty bright pink where small droplets of pre-cum were spilling from his slit, indicating he had riled himself up quite a bit. He wasn’t big, but he was a perfect size to wrap your hand around and still have an inch peeking out. A dark bush of pubic hair covered the skin at the base of his length and it faded out where it met his balls. It was the prettiest sight you had ever seen.

“Stop staring … i-is something wrong?”

You shook your head. “Sorry, you’re just really pretty …”

His face flushed in an instant and it was evident even in the dim lighting of the room.

“May I?”

He nodded once again as he bit his lip.

You shifted onto your knees and then wrapped your fingers around the base, feeling the soft skin against your palm. His breath hitched and you could see him struggling to not move his hips.

Ever so gently, as not to startle him, you dragged your hand up along his shaft. Although he had worked himself up towards the end, he wasn’t as wet as he was before; thus, you bowed your head and let some spit drip onto his cock, the bead sliding down and hitting your hand - this instantly helped to get him off in a smoother manner.

This small show had shut Spencer’s brain off and he couldn’t help staring at the way you didn’t hesitate to spit on his dick, creating such a filthy image that his eidetic memory would surely hold onto.

You started to slowly jerk him off at a steady pace, hearing his breathing quicken and soft whimpers leave his mouth.

“Does that feel good?”

He whined.

“C’mon, words Spence.” You looked up to urge him on.

“Y-Yes, so good.”

You hummed in approval and continued your ministrations on his leaking cock. After a few seconds, your other hand cupped his balls and gave a cautious squeeze. Spencer yelped and his hips jerked upwards in surprise.

“O-Oh my God …”

You smirked, knowing you had him under your control now - it wasn’t that hard after all.

You increased the pace slightly and let the weight of his balls rest in your palm, sometimes letting a finger caress the underside. It was getting more difficult for him to stifle his whines, his chest heaving.

“I want to hear those pretty noises, Spence,” you cooed, tightening your grip at the bottom of his tip.

A loud whimper resonated around the room and it filled you up with pure, selfish joy.

The boy’s eyes were fixated on the way your hand flexed and glided so easily along his throbbing length, the way you held so much control over him and he would do whatever you asked if it meant you’d make him come.

“What were you masturbating to, darling? Hm?” You desired to pick at his brain and know exactly what made him all hot and bothered in the first place.

He didn’t answer, unless you took his whines as a response to your question.

You stopped stroking him and held him at the base firmly, surely fading out his oncoming orgasm.

“O-Oh God please, d-don’t stop.”

“If you don’t want me to stop, you’ll have to speak up, pretty boy.”

His breath trembled before he spoke. “You. W-Was thinking about you.”

Oh how that pleased you, how it made your stomach lurch and your heart beat faster.

“You were?” Your hand started to move again. “What were you imagining me doing?”

“Doing t-this, what you’re doing n-now.” That made you happier.

As a reward, you left a gentle kiss on his tip and teasingly licked along the slit, back and forth, a couple of times before raising your head.

“That’s a good boy.”

Spencer couldn’t comprehend what was happening: his flatmate that was so kind to him, the one that he had touched himself to countless nights at the thought of their fingers anywhere on his body, now had their mouth and hand on his cock. It made him shudder and forced a pornographic moan out of his throat, dissolving his control for a moment as he bucked his hips and pushed his tip against your lips before you lifted off. The mix of your tongue and praise hit him like a drug and he wanted more of it, but he was too shy to ask.

As you further rendered him head empty, the speed of your hand had picked up quite a bit, the mix of his pre-cum and your spit making the most erotic sounds. If you had to be frank with yourself, it turned you on and encouraged you to continue your actions until the boy was a blubbering mess.

It was becoming obvious that Spencer was nearing his climax, since the head of his dick had faded from a bright pink into a flushed, angry red. Whimpers and bated breaths turned into outright whines and moans as he rested his head against the headboard, eyes closed and mouth wide - such a beautiful sight, you thought.

“You gonna come, baby?” - the pet name slipped before you could stop yourself.

A desperate hnnghh was all he gave out as an answer. You weren’t going to let him off that easy.

“Speak up, or you don’t get to come.”

“Y-Yes! G-Gonna c-come, oh fuck please please please.”

You chuckled. His words filled you up with a foreign confidence and it made you whisper, “such an obedient boy, aren’t you?” near his ear. All he could do was groan in response, the heels of his hands digging into the mattress deeper.

When you guessed he was at the edge, you tipped his chin down softly and purred, “want you to look at yourself while I make you come, Spence.”

Your low voice and the warmth of your hand pushed him off as he struggled to keep his eyes open, pleasure overtaking the embarrassment as he watched cum spurt from his tired cock, the pearly white ropes painting his t-shirt. The mess usually bothered him a great amount, but he couldn’t care less right now.

You placed your free hand on his thigh, rubbing the skin lovingly while you watched him gasp, his sounds trembling and coming out in short and sudden bursts.

You gave a few last pumps to his softening length and retracted your hand. Your tongue dragged along the droplets that had spilled onto your fingers, making sure you made an entire show of it. Spencer gawked at the teasing action, sure that if you did it any longer he would instantly get hard again.

“Well, thank you for that,” you finally said with a smirk.

“Y-Yeah,” was all that Spencer could manage to say, throat evidently raw after all the moaning.

Your eyes trailed down to peer at the mess that your flatmate had made on himself: more cum coated the tops of his thighs, making them shine as he shifted, now suddenly self-conscious; his pubic hair was matted down with sweat, spit, and spend. You wanted to tell him how pretty he was, but your confidence had bubbled down now.

“You need … help with cleaning up?”

He shook his head. Yes please is what he really wanted to say.

“Okay then …”

You swiftly planted a kiss on his cheek and scurried away, punctuating your exit with a “goodnight” and a slam of the door.

Spencer sat in bed, hair tousled, arms tensed, and covered in his own cum. He stared up at the ceiling, reflecting on what had just happened.

What did this change between you? What did it mean? What were you to each other now?

He knew he wanted to do it again, that’s for sure, but he winced at the idea of bringing it up himself. Did it mean as much to you as it did to him?

Next door, only a wall apart, you were also gazing at the ceiling. You had no idea what had taken over you. Sure, you were the more outspoken one out of the two, but you wouldn’t consider yourself to be a person who was comfortable in their own skin in bed, or who would literally get their flatmate off without a question.

You were wondering the same exact thing: did it mean as much to him as it meant to you?

AAHHHH I don't know man, ending this oneshot was a tricky battle, so I hope it's not shitty.

#writingreidisms #criminal minds #spencer reid #dr spencer reid #matthew gray gubler #mgg #criminal minds fanfic #spencer reid fanfic #mgg fanfiction #criminal minds smut #spencer reid smut #mgg smut #spencer reid x reader #mgg x reader #gn reader #sub spencer reid #sub!spencer

[addolais]

just because the age timelines of the bau team are pure chaos i just wanted to clarify : emily is 36 years old when she joins the bau , placing her closer in age to morgan than hotch. ik i don’t write hotch but i do not acknowledge his canon age (supposedly one year YOUNGER than em) because when emily was ~18 years old he was already a senior level agent working for her mother. this means that while at interpol under as lauren reynolds, emily was ~30 years. her baseline verse age will be early 40s.

#i. emily ⸻ story. #the bau’s ages r all so unclear and contradictory #i hate it so bad

[bau--prettyboy]

Rossi, setting down a card: ace of spades

Morgan, pulling out an Uno card: +4

Garcia, pulling out a Pokémon card: jolteon, I choose you

Reid, trembling: i thought this was poker

#the bau is pure chaos #and i love it #david rossi #dave rossi #derek morgan #penelope garcia #spencer reid #criminal minds #incorrect quotes #incorrect criminal minds

[n3rdybird]

Love Blossoms in the Spring

Criminal Minds One-Shot

Aaron Hotchner x Teacher!Reader

Rating: Teen

Prompt: “The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”

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Screams filled the air and the BAU team was on alert.

“This is pure pandemonium,” Rossi said, his eyes wide.  The rest of the team nodded at the assessment.

Hotch chuckled and pushed the sleeves of his shirt up, ready to work.

“Too late to back out,” he said, leading the group onto the grounds.  They passed underneath a large banner declaring the entrance to the annual Spring Carnival.  Elementary-aged children ran around, their parents and guardians following their kids around.

Jack tugged on his father’s hand.

“Look, there’s Miss (L/N)!” he said, pointing into the crowd.  The team peered over the children to see a young woman, dressed casually in a cute cotton print dress with a soft cardigan over it.  The most eye-catching thing was the delicate flower crown nestled in her hair.

“Oh my god, she is adorable,” Garcia gushed.  “Is that Jack’s teacher?”

You gently pushed your way through the crowd, waving to students as you passed.  Jack released his dad’s hand and ran to you.  You kneeled down primly and hugged the young boy.  You knew as a teacher, you weren’t supposed to technically have favorites, but Jack was special.

As you stood, you took in the group that accompanied Jack.  Aside from Aaron Hotchner of course, you had never met the BAU team that your student called family.  But from all the stories Jack had told you, you felt as if you already knew them.  You recognized them for sure.

“I’m so glad to finally meet you all.  Of course, I know Mr. Hotchner, but it’s nice to finally put faces to the names,” you said, shaking the hands of the BAU team.  “I also wanted to personally thank you for volunteering on your day off to help out.”

“It’s no problem.  Helping to wrangle kids for a few hours is much easier than profiling,” Morgan said, dodging a small boy who nearly ran into his legs.

You grinned wryly, motioning to the chaos surrounding the group.

“You say that now, but you may change your mind in a few hours.  Several areas can use volunteers.  I didn’t want to overwork you guys, so you should only be working about two hours, and then you are free to enjoy the carnival.”

“I call face painting duty,” Garcia blurted out, pulling a rolling tote behind her.  “I have paint, glitter, and stickers out the wazoo.”  You glanced at the peppy blonde, taking in her eccentric and colorful outfit.

“You must be Penelope, the kids are gonna love you,” you said, shaking her hand.

“Like you I bet, you’re like a young adorable Ms. Frizzle,” Garcia said, admiring your daffodil print dress.

You laughed and referred to the clipboard tucked under your arm.  You turned to the dark handsome man that towered over the group.

“Agent Morgan, I had you down for the games, and surprise surprise, the only opening is for the dunk booth,” you said, fighting off a blush.  “I am so sorry,” you apologized.

Derek grinned, his pearly whites surely giving the nearby single mom’s heart attacks.

“No complaints here, anything I can do to help.  And Morgan is fine.”

Emily shoved Derek’s arm playfully, and Garcia fanned herself.

“Derek Morgan, in a pseudo-wet t-shirt contest?  Someone get pictures, please for all that is holy.”

You took in Dr. Spencer Reid’s attire, the sweeping cape affixed to his shoulders and the white gloves on his hands.

“The kids are excited for your magic show Dr. Reid.  According to Jack, you’re the best.”

“Well, David Copperfield is widely considered the best, but I’m not too shabby,” he said, pulling a deck of cards out of seemingly nowhere.  You clapped, amazed already at his skills.

“Mrs. Jarreau?” you said, turning to the other blonde of the group.  “Is your family coming as well?”

“Oh JJ is fine, and Will is bringing our son Henry a bit later on.”

“I’m glad to hear it.  I know you talk a lot for your job, but do you mind MC’ing the talent show?” you asked, handing her the list of sign-ups.

“Oh, that’s no problem at all,” she said, taking the list of contestants and glancing at the entries.

“Mr. Rossi, you have the story circle.  I figure a published author would be able to do the best voices,” you said.

“I’ll keep them on the edge of their seats,” he promised with a wink. 

“And best for last- Emily Prentiss, I presume?”  You looked to the final member of the group, the dark-haired agent stepped up and gave a little wave.

“If you could help judge the student art fair, I’d appreciate it.  It’s in the gym, and out of the sun,” you stage whispered.

“You are an angel,” Emily thanked you, her long black hair already sticking to her neck.  You handed all the agents maps of the carnival and lanyards with their names.

“Just ask the teachers on duty at each station and they’ll get you squared away,” you said.  The group disbanded to their posts.

“And what about me?” Hotch asked.

“Your job is to escort this handsome young man to our class booth and help with the caramel apples,” you said.  “We’re gonna get the most tickets, aren’t we Jack?”

“Yes ma’am,” he said resolutely.  You looked at the older Hotchner who watched as his son animatedly explained how each class had a booth, and whichever booth in each grade had the most tickets would get a pizza party.

“Now Jack, can I trust you to keep your dad in line?  Don’t let him sneak any caramel,” you asked, raising a brow at the elder Hotchner.

Jack nodded resolutely and shook your hand to seal the deal.

“I’ll be on my best behavior.  I promise,” Hotch said, dropping his hands on his son’s shoulders.  Jack looked up at his dad with a wide excited smile, before pulling him towards his class’s booth.

You stood there, watching them walk away with a smile on your face.  You were so glad the father and son could have this time together.  Jack knew his father had an important job he was so proud to talk about how his dad caught bad guys.  

But you also knew exactly when Agent Hotchner was out of town on a cause because Jack would come to school a little diminished.  Those were the days you gave him a little extra attention, drawing him out of his shell.  All in all, Jack was a fairly well-adjusted kid for the circumstances.

It had been a good year for Jack, and you were glad to have been a part of it.  You’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t going to miss him when he graduated to the next grade.  He had a special place in your heart.

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A few hours later, the sun was setting and the carnival was winding down.  The BAU team had done their volunteer hours and had joined in on the fun.  Morgan had won Garcia a huge stuffed unicorn at one of the booths.  Reid had somehow gotten tied up by his own rope of scarves by the kids, but luckily Emily and Rossi saved him.  JJ called Will to bring Henry and the family spent some quality time together eating junk food and taking photos.

And Hotch, well he was having the best time.  His work schedule wasn’t conducive to spending a lot of time with his son.  Luckily, Haley’s sister Jessica was always ready to help.  But any free time he had, he spent it with Jack.  And he found out readily that his son was quite serious about winning the booth contest.  By the end of the night, Hotch was sure Jack had caramel in his hair and that he had crushed peanuts in his shoes.

Hotch was attempting to help clean up by stacking chairs while Jack ate some ice cream with the team.  But it seemed every time he took a step, different women would come up and make conversation with him.

Across the patio area, his team watched with amusement.

“Ladies love a guy who’s good with kids,” Derek pointed out, as yet another woman approached their unit chief.

“It’s almost shameless,” Emily laughed, as one of the women touched his arm and smiled.

Jack, who was sitting quietly, spoke up.

“Miss (Y/L/N) is pretty.  And she’s really nice,” he said between bites of his sundae.  The team zeroed in on their boss’s son.

“Does your dad think Miss (Y/L/N) is pretty?” JJ asked, her eyebrow raised.

Jack shrugged as the team eagerly awaited his reply.

“Whenever Dad talks to her, he’s always smiling.”

Garcia squealed at the prospect of a match for Hotch.  After Haley, Hotch threw himself into work as usual, with only the team and Jack keeping him company.  Playing Cupid was one of the tech goddess’s favorite pastimes.

“Oh please tell me we are doing something about this?”

Morgan leaned over to look around the group.

“We may not have to, baby girl.  Look.”

They watched as you made your way to their Unit Chief.

Aaron Hotchner was too polite for his own good.  No, not polite, diplomatic.  Probably from all his years as an authority figure.  All the single moms (and not so single you noticed) were fluttering around him like chattering birds.  One of them, a PTA mom, Janet, whom you butted heads with before, was the leader of the group.

She placed a hand on Hotch’s arm, and you quickened your steps.

“Oh excuse me, Mr. Hotcher,” you called out, drawing his attention from the table he was currently cleaning.

“Can I help you, Ms (Y/L/N)?”

“I’m sorry to keep imposing on you for help, but can I ask you to help me with some of the decorations?”

“Of course, excuse me, ladies,” he said, tilting his head in apology to the PTA moms.  The leader of the group narrowed her eyes at you discreetly but flashed a toothy smile at Hotch.

“We just wanted to personally thank Mr. Hotchner for volunteering.  Please let me– us know if there is anything the PTA can do.”

You did your hardest to keep from rolling your eyes, but Aaron caught your expression.  He held in a laugh but nodded to the group of moms.

“That’s not necessary, but thank you.”

He touched your back gently and motioned for you to lead the way.  The two of you walked side by, away from the dispersing crowds.

“So, that was a lie I just told.  You seemed uncomfortable.”

Hotch smiled and let out a chuckle.  You felt your heart just a tad bit faster.  Getting him to smile was one of your favorite things to do.

“Are you the profiler now?”

“I don’t know, maybe.  Does the BAU need a teacher who can figure out which kid pulled pigtails or who stole whose glitter pencil?”

“Well, I have your number, in case I ever need a consult.”

The two of you made it to your classroom booth, already closed down for the night.

“Well hopefully you’ll use my number for more than that,” you said, pulling him into the booth away from prying eyes.

Aaron’s arms were around you instantly, his long fingers spanning your lower back.

“This was harder than I thought it was going to be,” you murmured against his chest.

“Oh? How so?”

“You, wearing that apron.  Very sexy,” you said tilting your head upwards to smile at him.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” his voice rumbled in your ear.  You stood up on your tiptoes and pressed your lips against his.  He responded in kind, slanting his mouth against yours.  Your legs started to shake from the strain and you pulled away reluctantly.

“So was all that for the apron?  Or the PTA moms?” he asked, thumbing the skin of your arm.

“A little bit of both?” you said sheepishly.  Hotch shook his head in amusement.

“I know, I know.  It’s my reasoning for keeping this under wraps.  I just don’t want the other kids to think Jack gets special treatment.”

Hotch raised a brow and you slapped his shoulder.

“Don’t you use those eyes on me, I confess nothing,” you sassed, causing Hotch to laugh.

“Okay, okay, Jack may get a bit of preferential treatment, but that’s more because he’s a great kid and less because I have a bit of a crush on his father,” you admitted with a smile.

“Is that so?”  He leaned down and brushed his lips against yours.

“A bit of a crush?” he asked, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses and tingling skin in its wake.  Your breath stuttered as he made his way down past your jawline and to your neck.

“More than a bit,” you amended as you crossed your arms around his neck.  Your nails scratched at the nape of his neck.

A knock outside of the booth caused the both of you to jump apart.

“Hate to break this up lovebirds, but Jack is almost done with his ice cream.  He’ll come looking for you in a minute,” Rossi’s voice broke the silence.

You felt your face flush in embarrassment from being caught.  Hotch was a bit better at concealing his emotions but he did have a faint smile as he straightened his shirt.  The two of you ducked out of the booth like a couple of teenagers.

Rossi raised a brow at the two of you, his eyes zeroing in on the lopsided flower crown on your head.  You quickly fixed it, making sure there were no other signs of your hurried make out session.

“Is this a new development?”

“We’re keeping it quiet until the end of the school year, with Jack being (Y/N)’s student.  We didn’t want to cause any friction at school,” Hotch explained.

Rossi held up his hands.

“I’m not judging.  I’m happy for you both,” the Italian man said with a smile.

“But you forget who you work with.  The team is taking bets right now,” he said, walking back towards the food court area.

Hotch took your hand in his, placing a kiss on your knuckles.

“They’ll keep it quiet until you are ready.”  You raised his hand with yours, rubbing your cheek against his hand.

“School is almost out.  Figure we can tell Jack then?” you said hesitantly.  You didn’t know if Hotch was ready to tell Jack either.  He sensed your uncertainty and kissed your temple.

“Agreed.  I’m sure Jack will be very happy to find out.”  

You kissed him again and stepped back, your hand feeling empty without his.  Giving the agent a beaming smile, you tilted your head, wondering out loud.

“So, do you think we can get in on this bet?”

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“The beautiful spring came, and when nature resumes her loveliness, the human soul is apt to revive also.” – Harriet Ann Jacobs

#criminal minds fanfiction #hotch x y/n #hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x reader

[literaila]

spencer reid masterlist:

SERIES: 

beg, scream, laugh, for some reason: spencer x fem!reader

summary: maeve died. spencer needs someone. needs more.

remember me?: spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: Spencer has amnesia. how can you reverse the clock before it’s too late?

abc’s: spencer x fem!reader

summary: when you happen to meet someone, when they happen to come at the right time, when you happen to run into them at the door.

the better version: spencer x gn!reader 

summary: (to be determined)

find a flower, pick it up, the aptitude of photosynthesis: spencer x fem!reader

summary: spencer is terrifed, of life, of death, of everything in between. oh, and, he wants to buy you flowers. (pregnancy fic)

this vast empty space, picture perfect: spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: sometimes the only thing worth fighting for is your family.

four i love you’s, one goodbye, the truth is weightless: spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: Four different “I love you”s. One goodbye.

space, this undeniable irritable space , ten seconds of space (rewrite): spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: touching has never been easy for spencer, and when you hear him explaining his need for space well...

*

FRIENDS TO LOVERS:

how could you ever feel like this: spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: they’ve connect through notes, they know eachother through and through... but Spencer could never love her.

the taste of acid: spencer x gn!reader

summary: spencer and you share one kiss, and then, you happen to meet someone who you’ve kissed before.

the art of knowing: spencer x gn!reader

summary: a process of addiction, love, and friendship. how couldn’t they have known? (you take emily’s place)

bad driver: spencer x gn!reader

summary: when you and spencer meet a conference--in which you’re both a little bit nervous--chaos ensues.

live without: spencer reid x gn!reader

summary: a lot of drinks. a lot of longing. Y/N cannot have Spencer, but deserately wants him.

a bridge of chance: spencer x fem!reader

summary: reader is hesitent to let herself trust spencer. but she loves him. so much.

all it takes to fall: spencer x fem!reader

summary: reader has been acting strange. spencer noticed.

further down down down: spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: spencer tells the reader he loves her. reader says nothing.

*

PURE ANGST:

crumbling feelings: spencer x fem!reader

summary: the reader reflects on how spencer and her’s relationship used to be. how she wants it to be.

hopeless reality: BAU team x fem!reader

summary: reader is the youngest. shouldn’t she live the longest?

dwindling heartbeats: spencer x fem!reader

summary: reader is suspected to have murdered five people. neither spencer or her know whats going on.

these memories live with me: spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: a series of letters Y/N writes to Spencer.

*

FLUFF: 

come closer: spencer reid x gn!reader 

summary: spencer wakes up in the middle of the night to find that he misses you. 

i dont just believe it : spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: spencer doesnt see anything the way you do, he thinks you’re beautiful inside and out... and he is a genius you know...

we dont wake up enough: spencer x fem!reader

summary: its too early. spencers just too cute.

Epic III: spencer x fem!reader

summary: Spencer tells Derek about Y/N.

adoration for two: spencer x fem!reader

summary: a short blurb about the reader being obsessed with spencer.

one, two, three peek: spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: being in love

hiding in plain sight: spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: they’re both keeping a secret from the team...

dance with me: spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: they spend the day together. road trip. parks.

moments like these: spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: they have the night together.

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READER INSERTS:

hand me the heartbreak: spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: there is a point in time in which love must be sacrificed for love. zugzwang.

tear me apart: spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: the reader gets trapped in a bank robbery. spencer doesnt know where she is.

how to play the game: spencer x gn!reader

summary: in an effort to get revenge on spencer for ‘cheating’ at a game, cat adams takes the reader. in an effort to break them, she does more.

*

ANGST/COMFORT:

flick, flick, burn: spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: spencer is getting far too many text messages, leaving bed late at night, spending hours away from home, and looking at JJ like he looks at Y/N…

sweet sweet relief: spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: Y/N Hotchner is the exact opposite of her brother. Shes unorganized, angry, and cant hold in a smile to save her life. She’s also desperately in love with Spencer.

racing the time: spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: in which fear becomes a bit too much. especially when it comes to spencer.

this little secret of mine: spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: reader deals with chronic pain. she doesnt want anyone to know. not even spencer: the man shes in love with.

lurking: spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: dreams are dangerous. dreams are terrifying.

spiraling out of control: spencer x fem!reader

summary: reader gets into a car crash.

an epiphany we cannot : spencer x fem!reader

summary: Y/N struggles with depression. Spencer goes to her house to check on her. Panic ensues.

before the ringing starts: spencer x gn!reader 

summary: spencer and reader spend so much time apart, there comes a point when you can lose trust in the very thing you believe the most. do you want me anymore?

we work so well between the lines: spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: spencer has been gone for so long. anxiety is breaking the reader from inside out. there are many things for spencer to discover when he gets home...

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader

[specialagentlokitty]

Hotch x reader - Broken souls

Part 27:

The avengers were having a catch up meeting with the BAU during their week off when he heard his computer ping.

“What was that?” Garica asked.

“I have a tracker on Miles’ phone. If it had any sort of activity it would give me everything.”

They all crowded around the screen while Tony pulled up the message.

“It’s a message to his hostel.”

“It’s just a bunch of random letters?” Thor said.

“It’s also a location.”

Tony did a bit more typing and finally he brought up a location on the screen with a huge grin on his face.

“The kids smart, he knew that authorities could track it.” Clint said.

“So we can find them?” Reid asked.

Bucky and Hotch both shot up at this, eager looks on their faces as they turned to Tony.

“Yes. We’ll have fury get us a team. We’ll leave as soon as we can.”

Everyone rushed away to get ready.

Nat approached the BAU.

“You guys don’t have to come, you can stay here.”

“Thanks for the offer but she’s our family.” Derek said.

“We have to help.” Reid nodded.

Looking at each and every one of them, Nat gave a small nod of her head as he gestured for them to follow.

They did and she lead them to the a large room just full of different weapons.

“You may need something more powerful then.”

The ground looked around, all picking a different kind of weapon before making their way back to the conference room.

Tony was stood there on call to Fury.

“I’ll have a team meet you a few miles away. Get there quickly.”

“Garcia and Reid will stay here with Bruce, they’ll be our eyes and ears out there.” Steve said.

Everyone nodded and made their way to where they had to be.

On the jet, Hotch sat next to bucky, anxiously bouncing his leg up and down.

“Do you think we can bring her back?” He asked.

“Honestly, I’m not sure.” Bucky sighed, “but even if we can we have to try stabilise her before we can do anything else.”

Hotch nodded his head, pulling a picture from his pocket.

He ran his thumb over your smiling face and smiled softly to himself.

Bucky looked at the picture, a small smile growing on his face as he pulled a picture of his own from his pocket, showing it to Hotch.

“This was us before the war.”

Hotch gently swapped pictures, looking at the black and white photo of you.

You seemed so different, so pure and innocent.

You wore a huge smile on your face as you sat on your brothers back, holding hands with Steve as you Yus all beamed at the camera.

Sometimes he forgot that you weren’t from this time, you were really from years ago.

A time from when he shouldn’t have even known you.

A time he shouldn’t have even fallen for you.

And that’s what fuelled him even more to find you and bring you home safely.

“What was she like back then?” Hotch asked.

“Honestly she wasn’t so different. She was still as stubborn and as reckless as ever, I had to chase down the street because she had managed to steal one of the armies bikes and was riding it up and down while laughing.”

Both men shared a laugh and swapped stories about you in order to pass the time.

They were nervous, but neither one of them was going to admit that.

As the jet landed, everyone made their way to meet the large group of SHIELD agents.

“Chaos and the teenage boy are not to be harmed unless absolutely needed. You are NOT to kill them, understood?” Steve said.

Everyone nodded and they started to creep their way forward until the building was in sight.

“You guys can back out now.” Clint said.

“This isn’t going to be very pretty.” Wanda nodded.

“We have to help.”

“You’ll go in after with Wanda, Thor and Vision.” Tony whispered.

They nodded and watched everyone creep forward, a small ground of agents staying behind with them.

“On my count.” Steve whispered.

“One.”

“Two.”

“Three!”

#criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds imagine #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotchner #aaron x reader #broken souls

[spencessmile]

Conversations In The Bullpen

Pairing - BAU x Fem!Reader

Summary - You and the team exchange stories from past and present times.

Warnings - Fluff, Swearing & slightest mention of injury and talks about clowns.

Word Count - 1.6k

And all imagines/fanfics/blurbs are written solely by me so please don't steal my work and/or post it without my consent. Feedback and Comments are welcome. Happy reading!

Requests are CLOSED!

**

“What about you Y/n?” You hear Morgan’s voice as you finish up your last report, adding it to the finished pile. You slide your chair towards his desk, Morgan’s foot stopping it before it hit Garcia’s legs. “Craziest thing you saw or dealt with in LA before you quit your job as a cop? Go.”

“Oh, um,” You chuckle. “I could probably go on forever. A lot of weird shit happens in LA.”

“Top 3?”

“Top 3? Okay, first I had a case where a woman killed her husband because he refused to leave their cottage in her name. When my partner and I investigated we found out that she buried him within the walls of their house.”

“Oh my god, no!” Garcia groans.

“Second has to be when I had my right hand inside a man’s chest for nine hours. He was in a really bad car accident and he wouldn’t have made it to the hospital in time so I had to open him up in the middle of the street in order to stop him from bleeding out.”

“That sounds so cool,” Emily beamed, her chin resting on her right hand.

“There goes my dinner,” Garcia spoke.

“His sternum was severely messed up which caused his heart and one of his big blood vessels to start bleeding into his stomach.”

“Wow! It sounds just like that episode from Grey's Anatomy where Meredith had her hand inside that guy's chest. Remember the one who had the bomb inside him? How did it feel to have your hand in someone’s chest?”

“One of my favourite episodes. Uh, it was umm sor- It was bloody and it got worse,” You shrug. “I passed out on the OR floor.” You chuckle thinking about the whole situation and how ridiculous it sounds saying it out loud.

Morgan and Emily crack up laughing as you shake your head. “Yeah, I remember that whole week being so chaotic but that took the cake.”

“Third?” Spencer asks.

“Oh, this one is top on my list. In 2016, there were killer clowns on the loose in Los Angeles.”

“Nah uh. Nope!” Morgan shakes his head as you notice him tense up at the mention of clowns.

“Morgan has coulrophobia,” JJ said giggling at Morgan.

“What really?” You asked, JJ nodded.

“Oh yeah, Morgan’s not a fan of Halloween, people in costumes or masks.”

“Listen,” Morgan put his hand out. “Costumes and masks give me the hibbie jibbies. Just no.”

“Hey everyone knows you're terrified of clowns but no one here knows why exactly you're terrified of them. What’s the story behind clowns?” Emily asks.

Morgan puts five fingers up. “I had evil older cousins.”

“Oh!!” Everyone laughs.

“Morgan,” You pat his shoulder. “I was traumatized by my older cousins too but don’t worry their all going to hell.”

“I just don’t like the way they look, with the red nose, and all that face paint and masks,” Morgan explains.

“You know the fear of clowns usually stems from the feeling of not knowing what’s going on underneath the mask or costume,” You still remember the words of your captain.

“I just don’t care. If I were to see a clown I will hands down punch it.” Garcia and you just laugh at how passionately Morgan seemed about his hate for clowns.

“2016 was a fucking weird year for LA. It started out as a harmless prank but people just took it too far. I think the LAPD arrested close to 2,000 clowns,” You sounded so ridiculous saying this out loud.

“I just glad weird fucking shit doesn’t happen here in Washington.”

“What would you do if a clown showed up at your apartment?” Spencer asked as

Morgan glared at him. “Why would you ever say such a thing?” Morgan spat, getting upset. “I’d probably kick its ass.”

“Morgan you're scared of like,” Emily waves her hand around. “Everything.” She laughs. “Remember that case we had NYC, and it was Halloween? You were so annoyed that people had decorations up.”

“Oh,” JJ faces lights up. “I remember that and the woman's husband who we were trying to find had a cage full of birds! Morgan, you were terrified of those birds!”

“Okay, can we not do this right now?!” Morgan looked annoyed.

“What’s your problem with birds?” You ask.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Well, actually one time Mor-”

“Baby girl, don't you dare say a word!” Morgan warns her as Garcia puts her hands up.

“Hey! That’s not fair, how come Garcia knows the story but not the rest of us?” Emily asks.

“That’s because I was there,” Garcia sips her tea, looking over at you.

“What type of person is scared of birds?” Spencer asks, shaking his head as Morgan sat up in his chair.

“Reid, Reid don’t move but there’s a spider on your shoulder!” Morgan yells as Spencer jumps up from his chair, violently wiping his shoulder.

“GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF! EMILY!!” Spencer continues to move around as you all lose it watching Spencer running around frantically.

“Emily, is it gone?!” He asks, as Emily is holding onto her sides, JJ leaning into her as Garcia was wiping away tears. Morgan's face was tomato red from laughing as you felt like you couldn’t breathe. “Guys! This isn’t funny! Is it gone? Where is it? Please, ser-” You could hear the panic in Spencer’s voice.

“Spencer!” You called. “There was nothing there,” You say, giggling.

“What?”

“Morgan was just pulling your leg,” You playfully smack the back of Morgan’s head as he continues to laugh at Spencer distraught condition. Spencer glares over at Morgan as he grabs the small hand exercise ball off his desk and throws it, hitting Morgan in the face. Everyone bursts out laughing.

“What was that for?”

“For what you just did to me,” Spencer says, putting a hand on his chest.

“Why are you scared of spiders, pretty boy?” Morgan questions.

“I just don’t like them. All their legs and fu-” Spencer shutters at the thought of them.

“Did I ever tell one time Spen-”

“Morgan don’t!”

“Spencer called me over one time because there was a spider on his bedroom ceiling. When I got to his apartment, he was wearing doughnut and smiley faces boxers while trying to kill a spider with a mop.”

“Shut up, your lying!” Emily looks over at Spencer.

“That didn’t actually happen,” Spencer’s face was flushed red with embarrassment.

“Didn’t it?” Morgan holds out his phone, playing a video of Spencer trying to kill the spider.

“This is the best thing ever!” Emily exclaimed.

“YOU MADE A VIDEO?!” Spencer shrieked.

“And I’m not ashamed to admit that I watch it at least twice a day because that video right there is pure gold, baby!” Morgan cheers.

“Who else have you shown that to?” Spencer asked.

“Oh just you guys,” Morgan replies. “My sisters.”

“Oh my god.”

“My mom loved your smiley face and doughnut boxers.”

“YOU SHOWED THIS VIDEO TO YOUR MOM?!” Spencer exclaimed as Garcia kept replaying to the part where Spencer runs behind Morgan.

“Look at his face!” She yells as you and Emily grabbed onto each other from laughing so hard.

“One thing is for sure after watching this video,” JJ says. “Both Spencer and Morgan radiate so much chaotic energy off each other.”

“Yes!” You say, giving her a high five.

“Hey Y/n, did I ever tell you about the time Morgan showed up at my apartment drunk?” Spencer asks and you shake your head. “While wearing nothing but briefs.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Oh you wouldn’t!” Morgan threatens.

“Watch me!” Spencer leans over and whispers in your ear.

“OH MY GOD MORGAN! You look over at him. “Seriously?”

“What’s going on out here?” You hear a deep voice from behind you, turning around you see Hotch walking down the catwalk.

“How come I didn’t know about Morgan's dirty past?” You ask, folding your arm. Without even asking Hotch knew exactly what you were referring to.

“I’m unfriending you all,” Morgan points to everyone as Garcia leans into him, giggling.

“Everyone here knows a little bit too much about Morgan’s sex life,” Hotch points out.

“Hotch, not you too man,” Morgan groans.

Hotch leaned against Emily’s desk as he looks around at you all teasing and laughing with each other. Though Hotch could hear the laughter from his office, he couldn’t help but walk out and join the chaos. It was times like this, that Hotch was beyond thankful to have you all apart of his life. He could always count on you guys to add the sweet and spice to your guy's solemn life.

“What are you all still doing here? Your shift ended half hour ago,” Hotch looks down at his clock.

“Oh shoot!” JJ said, quickly grabbing her bag. “I gotta pick up Henry from my moms.” She bid her goodbyes and headed out.

“What about the rest of you? Don’t have any plans?”

“I have a date but that’s not until Wednesday,” Morgan says as you all just stare blankly at him. “At 7pm.” You smirk at him. “What?”

“Today is Wednesday you dumbass,” You said. “You just stood up your date by a half-hour.”

“Oh shit!” Morgan scrambled for his things, beelining for the elevator. “If I don’t get laid tonight, it’s all your guy's fault and drinks are on you guys for a whole month!” He yells behind him.

“Twenty bucks say his date going to cuss him off for being late, leaving him hanging,” You say.

“Forty bucks say that Morgan is going to get laid and that we’re all going to hear about over coffee tomorrow morning,” Hotch said dropping forty bucks on the table, walking away leaving you all in shock.

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid imagine #bau #bau x reader #bau x fem!reader #bau x you #bau x y/n #bau x fluff #criminal minds #criminal minds masterlist #spencessmiles fanfics

[imgoingtohellsofuckit]

Oops

Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings - criminal minds based mentions of violence (not really), drinking

Summary - When something slips out at the round table things between the Reader and Spencer get really awkward

(i got the idea from notjoselyn on tiktok)

Y/n walks alongside Penelope as they move through the BAU bullpen. Talking about the girls' night plans the girls have been working on for the last couple of weeks. "That club would be so fun," Y/n says brightly, "but did everyone agree? I mean it's a little you know loud and crazy."

"I mean Emily is always down," Penelope says, "especially when I ask her... And JJ needs a minute away from her kids. Even if she won't admit it."

"Little angels my ass," Y/n chuckles as they reach the round table, "oh my I have the cutest dress to wear. It's a little- you know."

"Oh, I do know," Penelope says smirking lightly, "you're gonna look hot!"

"Mmm you just wait and see," Y/n chuckles.

"Wait and see what?" Spencer asks as he joins the two at the table. The girls chuckle lightly as Spencer looks between them. "What?"

"Well, boy wonder we are talking about our upcoming girls' night," Penelope tells him, "specifically about the dress miss Y/n here is going to wear." Y/n chuckles lightly. Spencer nods lightly. "What color is it?"

"Black," Y/n tells her, "a little black dress moment you know?"

"Yes!" Penelope says brightly, "oh I can't wait." Y/n chuckles lightly. "I have this really cute dress picked out- it's purple very sparkly. Very eye-catching."

"Hot," Y/n says playfully. Spencer looks slightly amused with the banter. "I just hope JJ can keep up. I mean with all the mom duties she's been slacking behind on girls' nights... I feel like we are gonna exhaust her."

"Redbull drinks exist for a reason," Penelope says.

"Right," Y/n says.

"What even happens on a girls' night?" Spencer asks.

"Chaos," Y/n tells him, "We all drink until we can't stand. Dance with strangers. Leave the FBI training at home and have fun."

"Sounds dangerous," Spencer says, "do you have a designated driver?"

"Uber," Penelope tells him.

"That's not safe," Spencer says, "do you guys not pay attention to the cases we get? How many of the girls we see started out at some random bar?"

"If you're so worried you be our dd," Y/n offers. He looks between the two girls carefully.

"Fine," He says, "I'll go."

"You can't go," Emily says as she and JJ join them at the round table, "it's girls' night."

"I won't ruin the fun I'll just keep you from dying," Spencer says, "1 in 5 violent victimizations involving perceived alcohol use by the offender."

"That's ruining the fun Spence," JJ says placing her hand on his shoulder, "we are big girls-"

"No no, he wants to be DD then let him," Y/n says, "we save uber money that way. Plus he can't be the one that gets to play wheres, Emily."

"Or Can we keep clothes on Penelope," JJ chuckles. Y/n nods lightly. Spencer raises a brow lightly. "Just remember you signed up for this." Rossi and Hotch join the others in the room. The conversation shifts from reckless drinking to the cases they are supposed to be consulting on. "I'd say, sadist."

"Profiler JJ always comes through," Y/n says smiling lightly. The blonde chuckles lightly. "I mean it profiles relatively simple... This all the cops have?"

"Yes," Hotch answers her, "I think what we have so far is all that we'll be able to give them based on the files they sent." They all nod lightly. Handing the files over to Penelope as they move to the next one. After six or seven more cases the attention starts to shift. Small conversations breaking out around the table. Y/n tries her best to focus but the words were all blurring together.

"So are the girls' night plans always this dangerous?" Spencer asks her. Clearly more curious than he's trying to let on.

"You worried about me?" Y/n teases lightly.

"Well yeah," Spencer says, "I'm worried about all of you... I mean it's really risky going out like that- not that I'm saying you guys can't take care of yourselves but- you know what we see. The statistics show how dangerous it is."

"I understand what you're saying but we watch out for each other," Y/n assures him, "and besides with you babysitting us we will have a knight in shining armor to save us if it goes too far."

"You don't think it'll look weird with me watching a group of girls?" Spencer asks.

"You're right," Y/n says, "we should ask Morgan if he wants to go."

"Go where?" Morgan says looking from his conversation with Hotch.

"To this new club," Y/n tells him, "tonight with the girls and Spencer."

"Spencer?" Morgan asks clearly shocked at the addition of the younger man.

"Don't be so surprised," Emily says, "he offered to make sure us ladies got home alright." Morgan nods lightly.

"Yeah and you can make him feel a little less left out," Y/n offers, "make it seem less like he's babysitting... Rossi, Hotch if you want to come as well we can make it a team thing."

"If it's a team thing then I want everyone to forget what happens when we leave this office," Penelope says, "whatever happens when we drink stays in the safety of the club."

"Jack has a sleepover," Hotch tells them, "maybe another time." They all look to Rossi. The older man chuckles.

"I think my clubbing days are past me," Rossi tells them, "plus its poker night."

"Lame," Emily teases lightly, "Morgan will you at least come?"

"Of course," Morgan says, "I don't wanna leave our boy genius all alone." Y/n looks back to Spencer and smiles lightly. Trying to get back to her work. The boy keeps his eyes on her. She looks up carefully. He smiles to deflect the fact he's been staring at her.

"That necklace looks really nice on you," Spencer tells her. She smirks lightly.

"Thanks," Y/n says, "but your hands would look nicer." The words leave her mouth before she can process what she said. She freezes at once as the table looks around in slight amusement and shock at what just happened. Y/n's eyes widen in horror. Rossi laughs lightly.

"At least let him take you out on a date first," Rossi jokes. Y/n looks up to Spencer who's still frozen. His mouth slightly open as if all words are suddenly lost to him. Morgan just laughs loudly at the situation. Y/n can feel her face go red. She moves covering her mouth lightly.

"Did she really?" Penelope starts.

"Oh she did," Emily says in pure amusement.

Y/n closes the file and moves to stand up.

"I'm gonna walk out the door," She says slowly, "and when I walk back in here we can pretend that it never happened."

"Please," Hotch says. She nods quickly. Walking out the door. She takes a lap around the BAU in an attempt to work through the crippling embarrassment this situation is going to bring her for the next forty years. She can already tell she's gonna see this in her nightmares.

Back at the table, Spencer is still frozen.

"She broke him," Emily chuckles as JJ waves her hand in front of Spencer's eyes. He blinks quickly. He looks over the others.

"Did that actually just happen?" Spencer asks them finally. They nod lightly. His face is bright red. Suddenly that big brain of his is nothing more than a peanut. When Y/n steps back into the room he's still in slight shock. She shuffles nervously back into her seat beside Spencer. Making a point to not make eye contact with anyone.

"I'm never going to live that down am I?" She whispers over to Penelope. The blond chuckles awkwardly.

"Oh no honey," Penelope says, "probably note."

"Oh goddammit," Y/n says softly. She moves the file lifting it to cover her face.

Meanwhile, in Spencer's big brain he's trying to process that the girl he's had a crush on for years said that his hands would look good around her neck. He tries to explain it in any way that makes sense but he's out of luck there. All he can think is what just happened?

Y/n's thankful when Hotch dismisses them back to their desks to work on their reports. She's suddenly very grateful for having the desk furthest away from Spencer. She can't even begin to think about what the hell she'd say to him to clear all this up. And Spencer and Emily laughing lightly don't help at all. She can just imagine all the things he's saying. Not to mention him avoiding her eyes at all cost.

Her face is still bright red when she shuffles into the elevator to head home later. However, life is forever cruel. Instead of giving her an empty elevator to escape to Hotch and Emily jump in beside her. She chuckles nervously.

"I'm not going to say anything," Hotch tells her, "just- try not to say anything like that while we're trying to work."

"Right," Y/n says softly.

"Where did that even come from?" Emily asks leaning forward to get a look at the girl. Y/n chuckles nervously.

"You're gonna have to get me drunk before I answer that," Y/n says carefully, "mostly because that's the only way you're gonna get me to talk about what is probably one of the top ten most embarrassing things that I've ever done." Emily chuckles lightly.

"Well, then the first round is on me."

When she meets back up with Emily the other girl is pretty much shoving a drink into her hand. Y/n takes it without a word. Knocking back the shot eagerly at the thought the others would be meeting them soon. More so that she's going to have to see Spencer... Considering she invited him.

"Oh, you do look hot!" Penelope exclaims as she and the others move to join the two girls. Penelope engulfs Y/n into a hug. Clearly excited to see her outside of the work setting. "Oh and look at you, Emily!" As Y/n's eyes settle on Spencer she starts to panic.

"I'm gonna go get our first round," Y/n says planning her escape route in her mind. Before the others can say anything she's rushing off to the bar. She orders the drinks quickly. Trying to focus on the bartender's movements.

"Hey," A soft voice says. She turns to look at Spencer. She turns back to the bar immediately. Spencer looks at her slightly confused. "You shouldn't walk off alone it's dangerous." The bartender sets the tray down. She takes it eagerly.

"You could see me from the table," Y/n says trying her best to not look at the boy. He follows her carefully as she hurries through the crowd back to the table. She sets the drinks down at once. "To the BAU!" The others grab the shots eagerly. She takes hers knocking it back quickly. Spencer looks over her carefully.

"Oh, I love this song!" Penelope says as she drags Y/n off to the dance floor. Emily follows. The second they get to the floor y/n tries not to focus on the awkwardness. Instead pushing her attention onto dancing with her friends.

"So?" Emily asks, "where did that come from?"

"Deep in my subconscious," Y/n answers, "you know I've always had a thing for Reid but- I can't believe I said that out loud!"

"I thought I was dreaming!" Emily chuckles as she moves her hips to the beat, "but Hotch's face- that was real."

"So was Spencer's heart attack!" Y/n adds, "did you see him? I thought he was going into shock!"

"I think he did," Emily says over the music. The two chuckle lightly. Emily looks over to the boy. Elbowing Y/n to look as well. They see him drinking out of a water bottle as he looks over the crowd carefully. Morgan talking to him about something that seemed serious. Spencer looks like he's turning red again.

"He looks good tonight," Y/n says to Emily, "the whole sweater and tie combo." Y/n bites her lip lightly. Emily chuckles.

"Maybe you can have his hands as a necklace then?" Emily teases. Y/n scoffs lightly. "Go talk to him- now."

"Why?"

"Because I said so," Emily says, "and you trust me with your life." Y/n sighs lightly. "Come on." She doesn't get a chance to argue. Emily yanks the girl along the dance floor before practically shoving her into the booth. Then Emily looks to Morgan. "Let's get another round." The two are gone before Y/n has a chance to process her thoughts. Spencer smiles lightly.

"Hey," He says softly.

"Hey," Y/n says, "how's the- weather?"

"Fine," Spencer says, "about earlier-"

"I know over the line," Y/n starts.

"You think about that often?" He asks. Y/n's eyes widen at his words. Layers of confidence and the slight smirk on his face make her wonder if she blackout and this was a dream.

"Uh- well I," She mumbles lightly. Spencer leans over to her ear.

"Cause we can make it happen," Spencer whispers. Y/n steps back at once. Spencer looks at her carefully. "Shit Morgan said the wouldn't sound creepy. I'm sorry- I just was trying to be flirty." Y/n looks at him carefully. As if she's deciding him if he's real or not.

"Wait so you don't think I'm a freak?" Y/n asks him carefully.

"No no- I was just kinda taken back," Spencer admits, "I mean I'm not exactly used to hearing that." Y/n chuckles lightly. "But you know- we could?"

"Hmm- I don't think they'd notice if we left," Y/n chuckles lightly. Spencer bites his lip lightly.

"Well if you don't think they'd notice," Spencer says. Y/n chuckles grabbing his home to pull him along the bar to get to his car.

They absolutely noticed.

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[leahseclipse]

Unexpected visit

“Could you do a one-shot about Spencer and y/n aka his secret long term gf. They have a baby together and Spencer hasn't told the team for security reasons and one day y/n passes by the BAU when returming from a baby check up or smth and she goes to see him (with the baby), completely forgetting that they don't know anything and the baby (who can talk a little) calls him dada in front of everyone and the team is just left in shock. And just pure chaos ensues (aka everyone loving the baby genius)”

Requested by: @enchantedthoughts​

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff

Warnings: None that I can think of, just cute dad!spencer

Summary: Spencer and his girlfriend had a child together that stayed a secret for security reasons; but when the reader happens to go to the bureau one day, the visit, supposed to be casual, turns into a surprising revelation that no one expected.

Word count: 1.8 k 

A/N: AAAAA TYSM- It’s like, my very very first request, and I was so excited the day I went into my inbox to see that ;;;;;;;- you have no idea how happy u made me by sending me a request- I hope that you'll like it,, I currently don’t have a child and never took care of one, so excuse me for the mistakes I've did for the behaviour and stuff,,,

(The fic hasn't been checked over so I'm sorry if there's any mistakes.)

When their daughter was born, they didn’t quite expect what had followed next. It was really difficult, but, the only complication that was to be taken into account was to not let anything slip out about her.

As much as Spencer wanted to, he couldn’t mention her at work, after both him and y/n had discussed the possible risks. Of course, the possibility of them occurring are not frequent, but not impossible as Spencer insisted during the chat they’ve had.

He had thought that it would be better to keep her as a secret for security reasons after witnessing what had happened around him; whether with people he was close with, or people he’d encounter with during cases, or at work.

On y/n’s side, she only happened to be working part-time at a small café, she’d mainly take orders and eventually clean, but she wasn’t very close with them, and had her daughter before she began working there, so whether she had let them know or not, nothing much would have changed.

Even though her job wasn’t as dangerous and totally not the same as Spencer’s, it also was preferable not to say anything else, she just decided not to inform her colleagues either.

At first, keeping the secret wasn’t as easy as they’d thought, but the only thing that they both wanted was to keep her safe, and it if meant that they couldn’t share it, especially for Spencer, as his team was as his family, they had to do with it, their child’s safety would go first.

They had managed to keep up with both their works and personal lives; Spencer would often have to take calls where no one could hear nor see him so he could see her.

It really was surprising to see him with a different phone, his old phone wasn’t the one to be usually seen, but he couldn’t resist to see her.

Spencer happened to be less at home than y/n, so video calls were a solution to be with her, in a way.

After that, the sudden change eventually had to be explained, as he wasn’t the kind to even touch a computer usually.

They had wished that the phone would be the only explanation to do, but Spencer’s work had decided otherwise.

Spencer didn’t seem to find excuses that would be seen as serious, or even understandable when the time to step aside for having time with his family when she was born had come.

It had eventually went well, really. More than expected.

Even if he couldn’t be home as he wanted to after he had to go back to work full-time, he really appreciated the little time he’d have with them.

He really didn’t expect all of this to happen at all just a few years ago, but he couldn’t wish for better now.

Both appreciated being with their daughter everyday, they’d get to discover more and more about her and enjoyed every moment they’d spend all together.

She had even begun talking a bit, sometimes some blabbering, or even fairly understandable words; like ‘dada’ or ‘mama’ recently, along with many others, including some invented ones.

They have been amazed by the number of stuff she’d learn each day, and couldn’t wait to see more.

Unfortunately, it’d have to wait.

She had a couple of appointments scheduled to see how she was doing, and happened to have one today, so ‘admiration time’ would have to wait.

Luckily, the appointment was on one of y/n’s days off, which could be attended without having to look for someone to cover her shift, or for Spencer to excuse himself if he didn’t happen to be on a case.

As expected, it didn’t take much time and she wasn’t fuzzy or anything, she was really calm for once, it really wasn’t surprising. She was usually calm in general and wouldn’t cause much problems.

But now that the appointment was done, she didn’t happen to have much on her schedule, and she could either go home or take a walk with her.

The weather seemed nice...ish, but she wasn’t so sure. She could, perhaps...pretend that Spencer forgot something, and go to his work?

That seemed like a good idea, and totally what she wanted to do.

Y/N had first decided to make a quick trip back to the apartment to catch some stuff she’d probably need, before heading to the car towards the bureau, it didn’t take much, just about twenty minutes, and plus, her daughter happened to be a bit sleepy, which was quite nice instead of having her cry the whole ride.

She had never come here at all, only walked by it or saw it when she happened to drive by, but never had she actually stepped inside.

She didn’t even know where to go, and even find where the hell Spencer could be, the only information she’d had was that he could possibly be at the 6th floor, somewhere in a room with desks.

Wow, very helpful.

The desks are literally EVERYWHERE.

She didn’t know what any of them looked like, she had only heard from them, and if Spencer showed her pictures of them, that must have been a while ago, because she barely remembers a single one.

That’s when she began to ask herself what the hell she was doing here.

How was she going to do, if literally, no one knew her, and, now that she realises, isn’t really supposed to be here.

She probably...got herself into a mess. Probably.

Y/N had swore that the universe was against her, because just when she had stepped in the ‘room with desks’, a couple of voices could be heard from the small staircase leading to a corridor.

“Y/N?” A familiar voice asked, which seemed a bit...nervous as well.

She tried her best not to let too much emotions show on her face, as she was literally around at least...eight profilers.

“Dada!” The child that she held in her arms yelled, as she pointed at Spencer.

Definitely screwed.

It’s over.

“Did that child just call him dad, or did I misheard it?” A blonde woman -probably JJ- asked, looking around as if she looked for approbation.

“You didn’t misheard it.” They all said.

In the meantime, y/n and Spencer just looked in the void, definitely realising that the secret they had tried to keep had just exposed them.

They wouldn’t have thought once that their own child would expose them.

“I think we may own everyone here an explanation, no?” Y/N hesitantly asked, looking at Spencer as if he could make the situation less worse than it already was.

“...we do.” Spencer answered, walking up to where his girlfriend was.

“For how long have you been hiding this beautiful girl and that cutie…?”

“Uh...I’ve been with her for...almost four years, and she’s going to be two soon.” Spencer answered, looking at Penelope. “You guys are really worrying me, is something wrong?”

“No, it’s just that...we’re, really, really, surprised. Especially for the child.”

“Yeah, it uh...mainly was for security reasons, for both of them. It if wasn’t for that, you guys would have already known.”

“At least uh...you know me, and I know you guys.” Y/N said, trying to break the silence.

“It’s really wow...she has Spence’s eyes too.” JJ told, a small smile on her face.

“She’s way too cute, no wonder why she’s so beautiful, look at her parents.” Penelope gestured at the couple.

“You really did hide them from us for a while.” One of the men said, as y/n just looked in confusion. “Oh, I’m uh, Matt.”

“Y/N. It’s uh…a bit overwhelming, there’s a lot of people I don’t know. I know names, but not which name to put on who’s face.

“It wasn’t...planned.” Spencer joined, pulling her close to reassure her.

"It's ok, don't worry. It won't change anything, we love you as much as we loved you before, we're happy to know that everything is going well with your small family."

"Yeah, I was aware of that, I've heard a lot of good stuff about everyone, I was just afraid. It's been a while since we got together, and had her, so it sure was surprising to know that your genius had a small family without anyone knowing." Y/N said, looking down at the small girl in her arms.

"It sure wasn't easy. I've had to find an excuse for whatever family member when I needed to take care of her. At least, I don't have to create an excuse about an imaginary aunt anymore." Spencer admitted.

"And also, if uh…we do have another one, you won't have to find a super difficult excuse, that time."

"Oh, yeah...that."

"That, yeah. I've had her before I began working, so I didn't have explanations to do. Now uh...am I supposed to let them know?"

"If you want to. It's already too late here. Our own child exposed us, even, if it was a bit too late to get out of that mess from the moment everyone saw her. Hm?"

"A...bit too late. But, as she was great today, we can excuse her."

"Mhm. We can." Spencer agreed, as he looked at the people around along with y/n.

"So, everything's good?" Y/N asked.

"Of course! We're not upset or anything, it was just surprising at first. But now that I know about you two, you don't imagine the number of gifts and attention you're about to get." Penelope clearly did everyone else know that she wouldn't take her attention off them for a while.

"I can imagine. She's going to have a lot of aunts and uncles now that she has everyone here, she's going to be so spoiled." Y/N joked.

"You have no idea." A black haired woman said, she probably was Emily.

"Do you have time right now? You could stay for a bit, we don't have much to do." Spencer asked Y/N, to which she was quick to answer by nodding.

"Yeah, I am. Plus, after that, I don't think that I would get to go home before answering a million questions." Y/N said, trying to not look more stressed that she already was.

"Yay! We get to spend more with them!" Garcia said, visibly excited at the idea.

Even though nothing of that was planned to happen for a while, it went well overall. Of course, they would have preferred to wait a bit more, but they can't do much now.

The positive point is that she'll get to talk about her freely now, especially with his co-workers now that they know.

They've all been surprised, but very welcoming. They all reassured her and she really liked their presence.

Y/N really knew what Spencer meant when he considered them as family, they really were as a real one, and now, she gets to be a part of it along with their daughter.

The unexpected visit turned out to be a surprising revelation, that again, surprisingly turned out into a joyful mess.

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#criminal minds #spencer reid #cm #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds fic #spencer reid fic #criminal minds fanfic #spencer reid x y/n #criminal minds fluff #cm fic #matthew gray gubler fic #Matthew Gray Gubler

[whosscruffylooking]

The Purest Things-Jack

Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader

Warnings: Nothing. Pure fluff.

Word Count: 1.1k

a/n: a short one but cute one :)

au! november 2007

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au! november 2007

Bookend: The innocence of children is what makes them stand out as a shining example to the rest of Mankind. — Kurt Chambers

Everything in your house has slumbered beneath silken dust, awaiting the day that a fresh wind would polish it clean. The past two months were filled with cases that kept you on the go. At last, there was a lull that allowed your team to have a few off days. So, you invited everyone over for a small dinner party at your house.

Running over to the stove to stir the bubbling sauce, you glance at the clock on the microwave and see that people will be arriving at any time. Right on time, the doorbell rings.

You skip over to the door and are met with the glowing faces of Penelope, Derek, and David. "Come in!" You exclaim as they wipe their feet on the doormat. Looping your arm around David's, you walk him to the kitchen, "Don't be too hard on me now. I am no artist of cuisine, but I give it my best when I go all out."

He glances at the dishes you've prepared, taking a wooden spoon and tasting your sauce, "My child, you are a prodigy! I must refine your ways: next Saturday, you and me, a lesson in Italian cuisine." "It's a date," you chirp.

Another chime of the doorbell alerts you to more visitors. "I got it," you shout behind you as you stroll to the door. On the other side of the door is  Spencer, JJ, Hotch, and a little boy gripping his hand. Jack.

"Why hello there," you kneel to meet him at his level. He smiles a crooked half-smile, leaning against Aaron's leg. "Say hi," he squeezes Jack's shoulder. Instead of responding, he pulls out of his father's grasp and wobbles into the foyer. His little knees are like hinges, slowly but surely hoisting his toddler body further into the house. You can't help but giggle at how awkward his movements are, a feeling of warmth overcoming you because of the undeniable cuteness.

Lifting yourself off the ground, you greet your guests and welcome them inside.

"How old is Jack?" You ask Aaron.

"He turned two last month," he beams while admiring his young son.

"He looks like you."

"He's his mother through and through." ++++ You search for Jack and find him in the hallway, bouncing and clapping his hands as if listening to music in his mind. Unable to hide your smile, you catch the attention of David and Aaron, who stand in the foyer.

"She's taken a liking to Jack," David notes.

Aaron does not verbally respond, but his hint of a grin signals Rossi to his feelings on the matter.

Jack trips over to you, his moves formed out of chaos and not by any scientific behavior that even the great Spencer Reid could explain. You giggle as he stumbles onto the floor next to you. "Hey," you whisper playfully, "I need help finishing dinner. Why don't you come help me, and we can keep you out of trouble." Reaching your arms out to Jack, you offer to carry him into the kitchen. His words run into one another and are entirely incomprehensible.

"I'll take that as a yes," you scoop him into your arms and place him on the kitchen counter. Handing him some noodles to play with, you keep him occupied.

"She's great with him too," David nods.

Aaron doesn't need David to tell him that, though. He is observing it all for himself. His life was turned upside down when he became a father. Aaron had been blessed with a son. And along with that son came a sacred duty, to raise him in a life filled with love and protection. He knows that he has made some poor choices and has failed to prioritize his son in certain life aspects. However, he refuses to make those same mistakes again.

Aaron has to navigate this new role as a "single" parent all alone, though. He can contact Haley when necessary, but he wants to create a safe little bubble for Jack to come to when with him. Aaron doesn't have a family as Haley does. They are estranged from one another. The BAU team is the closest thing he has to family now. And here you are, the newest member, solidifying your role in this family and now your position in Aaron and Jack's. ++++ With the table set, dishes served, and everyone seated, you begin your feast. Jack insisted on sitting next to you, and you willingly obliged him. Aaron sits on the opposite side of his son, feeding him small portions of food that he can easily chew.

Jack starts to bounce up and down on his bottom; his eyes are wide, and his mouth already partly open. He is eyeing the spaghetti that wraps around your fork. When the first food goes into your mouth, he has a slightly crestfallen look but then starts his celebratory bounce again as his father draws his attention back to his tiny bites.

"Aaron?"

He looks up at you, "Yes?"

"How about I feed Jack so that you can eat your dinner?"

"No, you should eat."

"I've been taste-testing this meal all day. Please, enjoy it."

He agrees and hands you the spoon. For the remainder of dinner, you fly each scoop like an airplane into Jack's little mouth. ++++ As everyone prepares to leave, Aaron lingers...a slumbering little boy in his arms.

"Did you forget something in the house," you question, "One of Jack's toys?"

"No," he shakes his head. "I just wanted to thank you for preparing dinner, hosting us all in your home, and somehow managing to give Jack the time of his life tonight."

"It was my pleasure. And hanging with Jack? That was the icing on top of the cake for me," you softly pat Jack's back so as not to wake him.

Parting ways, you say goodnight to one another. You watch from the front doorstep as Aaron straps Jack into his car seat. He waves at you one last time as he gets into the passenger seat. Fondly, you wave back to him. There is so much to admire about that man. The thought of the Hotchner boys alarmingly keeps you up all night.

Sleeplessness is a part of your job, but at least tonight, you aren't restless because of the nightmares or the vivid images from cases that haunt your mind. No, you are awake because your heart is full. Fullness, an unfamiliar feeling that has been taking root in your heart since you joined the BAU. A feeling that you pray never disappears.

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[katytheinspiredworkaholic]

I’ve been rewatching CM and god, what I wouldn’t give for them to bring TG back for this revival. I haven’t even watched seasons 12-15 yet because I’m in denial about him being gone 😭😭😩

omg I haven't watched it either xD I've been holding off watching s11e22, The Storm, for like a month I swear. Which, I know is going to be amazing but I also have heard it's the beginning of the end and I'm not readyyyyyyy.

I would give anything for TG to come back. A n y t h i n g. But idk what CBS feels is the appropriate amount of time to be blacklisted or whatever the hell they did 🤷‍♀️ despite how it would be so easy to write him back in, and the missed opportunities is already making my skin crawl.

Okay. This was going to be a quick answer, but I've been THINKING about this way more than I should lately, without ever having watched 12-15 but I feel like I know enough, and with all the projects I'm going to be finishing/starting soon I know I won’t have time to do anything with my ideas. So I'm just going to type this little beginning I have plotted out and maybe one day I'll make it into the fic I want it to be:

(I know you didn't ask for a hc/blurb thing but surprise you get one xD)

CW: Spoilers for season 11-15 that are probably inaccurate af, fighting, violence, bit of blood and injuries talk, some profanity. 

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((I legit have this all plotted out like a full season, and picture everything as shots and scenes and I know exactly how I would want to bring Hotch back.))

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It would start in a small suburban town in Indiana, legit white-picket fence, middle of nowhere, off the grid town. With the most pedestrian name ever, we might as well call it Mayberry. Typical weekend morning, bright green grass and trees and summer sunshine lighting it all up, they still get papers delivered it’s that picturesque. And it’ll pan to all sorts of people on this street of nice, two-story houses, and finally zero in on not the man picking up his paper from his front porch, but the jogger slowing down that the man calls to next door, calling him a name we’ve never heard before -- but the jogger answers with that dark eyed squint and a nod... and it is Aaron Hotchner. Or the man who used to be Aaron Hotchner. He hasn’t gone by that name in years, WITSEC provided him and Jack with new ones.

His house isn’t even really decorated like a home, he’s been in enough over the years to know tell-tale signs of what a happy home should entail. Photographs, memorabilia, nostalgia tucked away in corners -- they don’t have that. He has a couple of photographs he keeps in his office, the only two in inconspicuous view being a photo of Haley and Jack when he was two years old, and a photo of his team the day he completed the FBI triathlon and they all showed up to support him. Everything else of their old life is in boxes in a storage facility in downtown D.C., under another false name that can never be linked back to them. 

Mr. Scratch was a poor excuse for why he and Jack were still under WITSEC, but he hopes near daily that it was enough of a reason that no one would question why he didn’t return once that monster was dead. That no one smart enough to read between the lines would go digging for more reasons, or worse -- try to find him -- and they pictured him living a happy retirement very similar to the charade he is living now. 

But Aaron Hotchner was never meant for retirement. No matter how easy and simple his days have been the past few years. It was only a matter of time. 

He walks through his home that looks more like the insides of a Home Living magazine, to his kitchen which is bright and spacious and tiled white that he knows Haley would have loved, getting a glass of water from the sink and chugging it all in one go. It isn’t until he’s getting a second glass that he hears it. The faucet was supposed to have masked any disturbance, they were careful in when they moved, how they placed their feet, the slowness of the their approach -- but not enough.

Hotch keeps his shoulders relaxed, his spine still ram-rod straight but that’s just how he stands and it keeps tension ready at a moment’s notice. Keeps him on alert, which he needs as he takes slower sips of water and lets all his other sense shift to a heightened awareness. Knows this house like the back of his hand, even if he’s never allowed himself to consider it home, so he knows which floorboards creak and where all the furniture is strategically placed. Always prepared for something like this to happen, even if he never imagined someone would be so bold. 

Their mistake.

With a careful tick of his head, peripherals his only guidance, he strikes before the intruder gets to. An iron grip and momentum that propels their face into the metal of the sink basin, shocking them that what their file was so misleading about their target. Retired FBI agent, almost 60 years old, living in Pleasantville with a picket fence and a vegetable garden. This should have been easy. The intruder is stunned by the blow, attempts a quick recovery where they lash out and get a few good body shots into the older man -- but he’s built like a brick wall, can take a blow and give it back twice as hard -- a few more precise hits and another crack of their face to the sink that shatters the bridge of their nose leaves the attacker slumping to the floor. 

“You didn’t do your research,” Hotch tells them, breathing a little heavy, opening up a drawer usually deemed for junk and pulls out zipties and an ancient looking cell phone buried deep at the back. “Sloppy. I expected more from him.” 

The attacker kicks out Hotch’s knees in a fit of rage (at having his skill set insulted so), leaving them both crashing to the floor. They grapple and fight a bit more, knocking dishes from the counters and pots and pans to the floor from the grill top island, but Hotch is so well-trained in take downs he gets the slighter man pinned with only a split lip and a single hitch in breath. He barely broke a sweat. Knocks the guy out clean, two solid punches to his face, and he stops because he knows better. Has been there before, and they need to question whoever was sent to his house to kill him. 

He’s barely off the floor, the intruder binded and stuck in a corner when Jack walks in from early morning soccer practice. Takes one look at the kitchen, his dad with blood in the corner of his mouth, and the guy all in black bound by zipties and already knows what happened. Sixteen, nearly as tall as his father now, he looks only mildly worried for all of two seconds until he sees that his dad has an old flip cell phone held up to his good ear, awaiting a connection with their handler in Indianapolis. 

“... Does this mean we get to go home?” 

The shot would pan back to Hotch, and he wouldn’t answer him, just tells the person on the phone to ‘patch him through, they have a situation’, and there would be no very obvious look in answer to Jack’s question. But all of us who know him, know the subtle changes in expression and the slight softening to that stern frown, knows what his reply would have been.

-

The very next scene would be the BAU. JJ and Emily walking at a brisk pace covering a debrief, since they basically run the department now. Everyone has been called in, everyone, retired and moved away and even the ones who cut all ties have been contacted. JJ has just gotten off the phone with Elle, who is working as a liaison in Rome and assured her that if anyone showed up in her home to attack her that they would be leaving in a body bag. But she appreciated the heads up. 

In the bullpen it’s more like a family reunion than anything. Garcia has just gotten off the elevators, a flurry of color and blonde curls and bright as ever, Morgan and Savannah are trying to corral Hank and the twins (both girls and pure chaos now that they can walk) while still making introductions with the new team and their families, and asking if Reid or Rossi know anything about what’s going on as JJ gets there and asks for everyone’s attention. 

“Not everyone is here yet, Kate and her family are on their way from upstate, Will’s getting the boys from school, and Alex and her husband are on a plane, but we need to get started as soon as possible.”

“What’s is going on, JJ?” Morgan asks, passing off one of the twins to Penelope who is in full baby fever mode despite what is obviously a very bad circumstance that has brought them all together. It’s a juxtaposition that has put everyone on edge. It doesn’t help when JJ and Emily look at each other as if in confirmation, trying to decide who is going to tell them.

“Okay, that doesn’t inspire confidence,” Rossi points out. “What happened?”

Emily sighs and makes a gesture for JJ to take the floor, since she has been on point for most of this.

The bull pen is silent in anticipation.

“Earlier this morning, Hotch was attacked in his home in Indiana,” she says, and whatever anyone thought was going on -- that wasn’t it. The shock across the room is like a bomb has detonated.

Rossi curses something out in Italian, looking down, and JJ immediately realizes how this all sounds. But doesn’t even get to backtrack as Reid looks completely devastated and Garcia like she’s about to cry and everyone else starts shouting questions at her. 

“What happened to Jack?”

“How did they even find him? What the fuck is wrong with WITSEC?!”

“Is he okay?” asks Tara, the only intellectual who can see the panic now blooming on JJ’s face.

“Yes, yes! He’s okay, sorry, no -- Hotch is fine. The guy who tried to kill him... not so much, but he should be conscious soon so they can question him.” 

“Jesus Christ, JJ,” Morgan says looking like he just aged ten years in the past 30 seconds. “Lead with that.”

“Sorry, I’m sorry. He’s okay, Jack is okay, they’ve been picked up. But... there’s a lot we need to be filled in on,” she admits, which quiets the room once more. “Apparently, the WITSEC had nothing to do with Mr. Scratch. There’s something much bigger and more dangerous going on, and he went under to keep us all safe. As well as himself, and Jack.” 

“What is it?”

JJ makes a gesture with her hands splayed as she looks a little lost. “I only know bare bones, we have to wait to hear the specifics and get everyone somewhere safe.” 

“You think we’re going to trust WICSEC after this?!”

Emily intervenes this time, “We have a plan, or... Hotch has a plan, I think. We’re just learning about everything as we go, he’s really the one that knows the most about it.”

“Then where is he?” Morgan speaks up again. “If he’s been pulled out, and we’re all in danger, why isn’t he here explaining this to us himself?” 

It’s a good question, and everyone looks expectantly at the two women leading the informal briefing. 

“Will he come back at all?” Reid asks, speaking up for the first time. It’s been years, that’s a long time to rethink a life like the BAU, and everything it entails.

JJ takes a deep breath. “He’s... in--”

“Out-processing.” 

Hotch is at the back of the room. Everyone turns to him, even JJ and Emily look surprised to see him so soon.  ((But we all know the CM cinematography love that kind of return shot, so I’m catering to it. For situational parallels if nothing else. Imagine the gif sets.))

“I pushed it as fast as they could go, but WITSEC always drags their feet.” The familiar drone, dry barely-there-humor, breaks whatever spell that had been over the room at the sight of the old Unit Chief. Disbelief and relief and stunned surprise litter every expression, and although Penelope looks like the first to say something, her words change course just as she opens her mouth. Because  Hotch is still in civilian clothes, a duffle-bag over his shoulder he used as a go-bag for decades, and beside him with a bag of his own with messy dirty blonde hair is--

“Oh my God, is that Jack!?” she near sobs, the teenager smiling at her in a way that looks so much like Haley, and she goes to hug him first with the boy meeting her halfway. “You’re so tall! And so grown up, look at you!” There’s definitely tears and the team converges on the Hotchners all at once. Reid hugs Hotch first, as tight and bone-crushing as that night in Atlanta all those years ago, followed soon after by Rossi who looks like he might shake the man but just hugs him tight and plants an absurdly embarrassing kiss on his cheek that finally cracks Hotch’s expression into something like a smile. Everyone hugs, everyone, Savannah calls him Aaron instead of Hotch because that was how he’d introduced himself all those years ago, the twins wave shyly and he shakes hands with the newer members that never got to meet him but have heard very tall tales about him for years and years. 

(And y’all, it would be the best damn scene and I would sob like a baby watching it.)

Morgan would be the one that would hold back and let the others go first, but it would also be the most profound when Hotch goes to shake his hand and the other man uses that to pull him into a tight hug of his own. 

“I’m glad you can still hold your own,” he’ll tease with nearly no heat behind it. Hotch hears it for the caring that it is.

“Like hell I would let that happen twice in my own home,” he assures him. 

Everyone settles down, and Emily leads some finer points of what’s going to happen with everyone in the next few hours. Days. Weeks, even, because there’s no knowing what is going to happen next. Hotch observes her, and there HAS to be a shot where she glances over to him and they share a look of understanding -- because she is Unit Chief now, and he approves of what he sees. 

But she turns the floor over to him, and Hotch explains what’s going on.

((I’m going to leave the finer points out about the case and the unsub, mostly because I haven’t finished ironing them out yet and I hope once I watch the remaining season I will be able to much more easily))

But at SOME POINT in the briefing, when Hotch is explaining what happened with the assassin in his home and how he apprehended him, and Emily maybe interjects with the injuries sustained and that they are still waiting for the man to regain consciousness. Penelope will 100% lean over to where Jack is sitting beside her and say without flinching, “Your dad is such a bad ass.”

((I also plan on bringing up Reid was in prison in this scene but it will be more humorous than anything because of Hotch’s reaction, stay tuned on that one. Again I’m not there yet))

((and where I’m taking them is also a secret because I need to do research and it will be so damn cool, but Hotch has everything completely planned out -- like he does. Goes as far as asking the few who question him “Secure enough for you?” when he drops where they will be staying and the protection they will have. Full blown mic drop moment.))

“So gather all of your belongings that you have here. Secure pets and homes, call the kid’s schools, whatever you need to do,” Hotch informs them, stepping back into his old shoes as team leader without even meaning to. But no one tells him to stop. “We need to be in the air ASAP, the jet is being prepped as we speak so we need to move on this.”

He leaves it at that, and everyone doesn’t move. Watching, waiting, smirking a little bit (Penelope, maybe even Reid), until he gives in.

“Wheels up in 30.”

Garcia giggles so much she near cackles with it. “Oh, I just got goosebumps!” And by Emily’s smirk and Morgan’s shared grin with Reid, a million watts between them, everyone is up and moving and pulling out cell phones to get their affairs in order.

Rossi sidles up to Hotch at that point, also openly smirking that they got him to say those four time-honored words. “Welcome back, Aaron.”

And Hotch, well -- he looks around the room at the family he had to leave behind without any hope of seeing them again, and feels every hardened edge in his face and demeanor soften. Before he looks to Dave and tells him what’s been going through his head ever since he walked back through the doors of the BAU.

“It’s good to be home.”

((END SCENE))

#CM SPOILERS #If only I could write fic full time xD #GOD I've been dying to write all that down for weeks #and then you my beautiful anon sent that ask and I jumped at the opportunity #sorry I used you for this but I'm so glad I did #I hope you enjoy it if you don't mind all the spoilers #also if anything doesn't line up with canon I am SO SORRY I legit haven't finished season 11 #and I haven't met any of the new team. Not even Luke #But they would all be there #full cast. chaos. It would be awesome #katyswriting #criminal minds fanfiction #no pairings #Aaron Hotchner

[spacedikut]

throwback ; spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid (criminal minds) x reader

summary: you see a picture of young spencer and find him way too attractive. 1306 words

a/n: the gif is the spencer im talking abt btw

When you step into the bullpen, after delivering files to Hotch, everything is in a state of chaos. Well, compared to what it usually is.

“Y/N! You need to see this!”

JJ waves you over to Morgan’s desk, where Emily is already giggling as Rossi grins, arms crossed. You instinctively look to Spencer’s desk, and his head is resting on a stack of files. You have no idea what’s happening.

Morgan’s chuckling when you approach and peak to look at what’s showing on his monitor. It’s a series of pictures, ones you’ve never seen before, and you immediately notice that you’re not in any of them. So these were taken before you joined the BAU?

Morgan, still chuckling, moves the mouse to enlarge a picture in the far right. The second it opens and you realise who it is, you gasp.

“Spencer?! Is that you?!”

Spencer groans from his desk. The picture, that you assume was taken by press during a case, is perfect quality, so you see every detail. Spencer’s hair is parted at the side and slicked, giving him side-swooping bangs that you never would’ve thought looked good until you saw it on him. He’s wearing a sweater vest, obviously, which combined with his seemingly too big grey jacket makes him look like he’s wearing his grandfather’s clothes.

The most important part is his glasses.

You’ve seen Spencer in glasses several times. There’s been abrupt early starts that mean he hasn’t had time to shove contact lenses in, and several occasions when you’ve stayed over one another’s place that he’s either gotten irritated with his lenses and swapped them for his glasses in exasperation, or when he’s simply forgotten to wear his lenses.

But the glasses combined with the hair and the pure, almost naïve aura radiating off him from the picture is electrifying.

He looks like a teacher’s assistant. One you’d have the biggest crush on.

You giggle when Spencer doesn’t lift his head and amble your way towards him, “You were awfully cute, Spencer.”

He glances up and his eyes peek up at you. “I looked like a nerd.”

“Some say you still do.” Emily pipes up.

There’s a laugh from everyone at her comment, but you’re still staring at Spencer. He looks a little embarrassed, definitely shy, then you realise he’s still looking at you, too. With rosy cheeks, you raise your eyebrows.

“When was that taken?”

Spencer shrugs, but you know he knows the precise date, “A good few years before you joined the team. It was one of my first cases with the BAU, and my mom printed the picture out to frame it.”

Your jaw drops in excitement at the revelation and Morgan claps once, “She must’ve been so proud! Her baby boy a real agent-“

Spencer’s attention sways to Morgan, “God, where did Garcia even find those pictures?! They’re so old and-“

“I’m sad I never got to see that Spencer in real life.” You say quietly.

That catches Spencer’s attention and, with doe eyes, he asks, “Really?”

“Yeah! I can’t believe I missed that version of you.” You scrunch your nose at the thought, “If only I graduated earlier…”

A new case comes in, then, and as you drop some things off at your desk before heading to the conference room, Spencer can’t help but warmly stare at you, an idea brewing.

***

The case is done and dusted, unsub arrested and few lives taken as possible within record time. This means everyone in the BAU is ecstatic; Hotch got to take a whole day off to spend with Jack, JJ went somewhere cute with Will and Henry, and Emily did whatever Emily does. Everyone was undeniably refreshed and rejuvenated after being given two days off (two!!) and you’re still riding the high of completing a thousand piece puzzle. It’s the little things, okay?

You would’ve spent the time off with Spencer, but he was “otherwise occupied”, which you have no idea what that meant and still don’t. You intend to pester him for details when he gets into work.

You don’t have to wait for his arrival for long.

You’re in the kitchen, gently blowing on the coffee you just poured into the I-heart-Texas mug Spencer once bought you (you’re a sucker for tacky tourist gifts) when you hear shuffling behind you. You turn, lips still puckered to blow air on the steaming liquid, and you choke on your breath.

Are you hallucinating?

Listen, you don’t really want to admit you’ve spent an alarming amount of time thinking about fresh-faced Spencer Reid when he first joined the BAU, but you have. Garcia sent a team-wide email with all of the pictures, and you couldn’t help but take another look (an understatement) – you just… can’t get over how adorable he was. Is. He’s still heart-achingly adorable.

But maybe you should admit to exactly how many times you looked at the photos, cause baby-faced Spencer Reid with his sweater vest, slicked hair and stylish glasses is giving you a tight-lipped smile and small wave from the kitchen entrance.

“Whoa.” Is all you can say.

Spencer, one had in his trousers pocket and the other scratching the back of his head, shyly says, “Surprise?”

The coffee cup makes a distinct thunk as you place it on the kitchen counter due to the deafening silence between you two. You’re looking him up and down, effectively checking him out, and Spencer feels this burn inside of him – it starts from his stomach and ignites outwards, up through his lungs and heart to the tips of his fingers, his ears, and the apples of his cheeks.

You’re checking him out. You’re speechless. Spencer’s glad he spent the entirety of his time off trying to perfectly re-create his early years look just for you.

“You like it?” He glances down at his attire, nudging his glasses up his nose when they slide down.

YES!

“Yeah, I-“ You give an airy laugh at your inability to form sentences, “You haven’t aged a day, huh?”

“Actually, humans start to age as soon as they reach adulthood, which is typically about twenty-five years old. So I’ve been aging for nearly three years now.”

You’re still staring in awe and the burn Spencer feels hasn’t lessened, “It’s a good look for you, Spence. I would’ve totally had a crush on you if you went to my college.”

The words come out nonchalantly but you regret them instantly – you just told him he looks the exact same and then that you’d have a crush on him if he went to your college.. it doesn’t take a genius to pick up what you’re putting down, right?

Spencer bites his lip. With the way you’re looking at him, he gets a rush of adrenaline and boldly asks, “What about now?”

“Huh?”

“Would you have a crush on me now?”

Your eyes widen and Spencer almost feels rejected, but the smile you’re fighting reassures him. “Do you want me to?”

Spencer almost scoffs and says of course, “I-I would like that. Yes.”

“Good,” You nod, “We could… discuss this in more detail tonight? If you’re not busy?”

“I am not busy tonight. Seven o’clock?” He suggests with a shy smile.

Spencer’s almost bouncing off the walls. You’re struggling to contain your own excitement – you need to leave so you can go scream with Garcia.

“Seven is great. Keep the look.” You give him another head-to-toe survey, and it pains you to pick up your coffee and move to leave the kitchen.

All Spencer can do is nod and beam when you walk away. He falls back, stabilising himself on the counter behind him. He has to take a deep breath to ground himself.

Holy hell, he thinks. If you look at him like that one more time, he might faint.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfic #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fic #mine #the ending SUCKS because i didn't know what to do

[masterwords]

Like a Fool Try Again (Part One)

Notes: This was a one-shot. This was a blurb. It was originally in response to this ask, but it sort of got away from that original idea and became it's own beast. I'm breaking it into two parts so it isn't an absurdly long read - it's already done, the second part will be up tomorrow. It's barely edited and pure chaos, just...expect that going in I guess? Today it's all Hotchners and Jess, tomorrow we'll see a little BAU surprise. ;)

Words: ~3500

Warnings: Post-op Hotch (Route 66 again, I'M SORRY I'M A ONE TRICK PONY GUYS), a little swearing, mention of prison

**

Staring down a dry turkey sandwich on whole wheat bread, Aaron sighs. He doesn't want to eat it, he doesn't want to eat anything. The idea of putting this or anything else in his stomach sounds painful, for starters. He's not hungry, everything hurts even with the steady drip of medication numbing him just enough that he's able to sleep in short bursts. Everything will go blissfully quiet in his head and he'll fall asleep only to have the searing pain light him up when he shifts. One small movement of a hip and it's all explosives. Eating also means his digestive system has to start working again and that means he has to eventually get out of the bed and shuffle to the bathroom and then he has to actually try to figure out how to use muscles that were sliced open days before. Muscles that are barely able to even perform the mundane task of sitting upright for more than a minute or two. Muscles held together by staples. He's seeing a physical therapist twice a day already to help with that and they're always encouraging but it's so demeaning to see those smiles like he's a baby learning to walk when he's a high profile FBI Agent who, up until very recently, was healthy enough to run a marathon.

Now he had cheerleaders excited that he could sit himself up unassisted.

Healthy as a puma, Penelope had said. A bedridden puma. He is fairly sure he more closely resembled an invertebrate at his point, a worm or a slug perhaps. Something soft and pliable, easily overlooked and destroyed. He is broken. As bad as his physical state is, his mental state is worse. Easier to hide.

“Take a bite, Aaron,” Jessica insists, not bothering to look up from her book. She's trying not to let on how irritated she is, how scared she is. How the feelings were battling inside her, anger and resentment and pure unadulterated love for the idiot in the bed. It's too much so she focuses on what she can control, the sandwich. She knows he doesn't want to eat it, he doesn't feel good and it looks disgusting.

“They're not going to let you leave until you show them you can handle your bodily functions. You can't take the catheter home and I don't change diapers.” The way she says it makes him chuckle, just a small, controlled little thing because it hurts to laugh and he knows it but she's funny. He can't help it. The laugh pulls at his muscles and he does his best to hide the discomfort, thankful for the distraction his phone provides as it rings. He's been avoiding it for most of the morning, being just a few hours post-op does have it's advantages and one of them is being able to ignore communication with a perfectly good excuse but he does answer it because this call is important. His face goes serious, she watches him as his features pinch into a scowl and he speaks in hushed code, it sounds distinctly like lawyer speak. She knows he's hiding something from her and she doesn't like it at all.

“What is it?” she asks when he sets the phone down on his thigh. He hesitates, then explains that he's pulled a few strings (he knows, he knows, he shouldn't have but he did) and Sean's lawyer has gotten his sentence reduced. It's Jessica's turn to frown.

“Where is he going to go?” she asks, already knowing the answer. She can see it in the shallow little breaths he's taking as he realizes the gravity of what he's done and the godawful timing of it all. “Aaron...”

“I know, Jess,” he mutters. It isn't like he could have predicted collapsing, it isn't like he planned it this way. Jack perks up, puts his Gameboy down for a minute and grins. Neither of them had realized he was listening, that he'd pulled his headphones off to eavesdrop. They really shouldn't have been surprised, he was behaving a little different since seeing his dad in the hospital, dismissive and sullen, avoiding speaking to either of them but keeping one eye on them at all times.

“Is uncle Sean coming to live with us?!” he asks, and Jessica thinks it might be her turn to be sick. He'd barely said two words to his father since he came out of anesthesia and this is what gets him excited.

“Temporarily,” Aaron says softly. “Just until he finds a job and gets back on his feet.” What he doesn't say, what Jessica knows, is that he's doing it to keep him out of New York. Away from that scene. Working in a kitchen again will be challenging enough, he's clean but for how long? Kitchens are notorious for that lifestyle and he'd worked so hard to kick his habits, to stay clean even when prison offered him more outlets to get messed up than his life in New York had. Aaron had tried to convince him to move in with their mother, she could use the help around the house, she was getting too old to manage it on her own but they both knew he wouldn't last long sober there. She would drive him to the brink of madness, and she had plenty of people she'd hired to work around the house, it was an ill-thought out ploy and nothing more.

Aaron hadn't felt too bad about taking Sean in until he collapsed, until he nearly died. Now he's got his own problems to deal with, healing from a major surgery doesn't exactly lend itself well to taking care of your little brother freshly released from prison. He's supposed to be avoiding stressful situations, he's supposed to be working on taking care of himself and relaxing more. He's not good at those things already. Slowing down isn't in his nature, there are too many things to do in a day.

“How is he getting here?” she asks, and he looks down at his sandwich. It mocks him with its dry, flavorless bread and slimy turkey. She's worried, he knows. It's not going to be a good situation. Sean's boundless charm would win them both over in the end, the argument and the details were a pointless distraction from the heaviness that had settled over them.

“He gets out in three weeks. I'm hoping to be able to pick him up.”

It's her turn to laugh. “Aaron, you were just sliced open from hip to hip. You were actually bleeding to death yesterday, if you recall. You're not driving to New York. Put him on a plane and I'll pick him up at the airport. An hour in the car alone with him will be all I need...it'll be fun.”

Fun, in Jessica's eyes, is relative. By the time she's picking Sean up from the airport she's spent three weeks forcing Aaron to take it easy, to let her change his bandages, to let her cook and clean and just relax. He isn't good at it, sure, he'll say that but really he's absolute shit at it. They've been bickering non-stop about what his doctor's orders really meant. Jessica prefers to take them as written – if it says no lifting anything over 5lbs, then that's exactly what it means and she'll call the office and put them on speaker phone to prove it. Aaron prefers to think of it as more of a guideline to consider before doing something stupid like trying to lift the vacuum cleaner onto the table to try and get a lego out of the wheel. Never mind that he shouldn't have been vacuuming in the first place, but who was going to stop him? Jack was in his bedroom overwhelming all of his fragile young senses by listening to loud music and playing video games at the same time while Jessica was on the road probably threatening his brother's life in several firm but subtle ways. Someone had to do the vacuuming.

And the cooking. They would need to eat dinner, he reasons. He can surely put the vacuum away and make a meal on his own before they get back. He's living under the pretense that he isn't healing from major surgery, that he's somehow infallible (never mind how he got here), that Sean is going to need him to take care of everything. As little brothers go, he won the lottery in every way imaginable. Sean is as wonderful as he is infuriating. It's all extremes with him, he doesn't pause long in the gray area between where Aaron prefers to do his living, just long enough to light it up with his smile and set a few fires for posterity. Don't forget me, he says as he rushes off into the flames. Aaron sweeps up the ashes and waits for Sean's return each time, somehow hopeful for less wreckage.

He's not surprised, necessarily, when Jess and Sean come in with arms full of pizza and bottles of soda. She's not surprised, necessarily, when she sees he's cooked spaghetti and put together a nice salad.

“Aaron,” she says softly, narrowing her eyes. “You aren't supposed to...”

“I know,” he cuts her off and she doesn't pursue it. She trusts that he really does know, he looks like he's feeling it. Sean wraps his brother in an awkward hug, the kind that's so happy and so desperate but Jess warned him repeatedly to be gentle and he's mindful. Maybe because he's scared of her. Keeps his arms high, careful not to lean against his midsection. Aaron pulls him in tighter, probably too tight and Jess rolls her eyes. She's lucky even one of the Hotchners is listening to her, honestly, she's just shocked at which one it is.

“I'm starving,” Sean says, patting his own stomach as the hug dissipates. “Haven't had a real meal in too long. Is spaghetti pizza a thing? I think I'm about to find out.”

Aaron migrates to the couch and curls up around his heating pad, he's had too much activity for one day and he's dead on his feet. The room is buzzing when Jack discovers, somehow over the cacophony in his bedroom, that Sean has arrived. He's already got a sleeping bag set up on his floor in anticipation that Sean will sleep in his room for the night, as if he'll want his first real night of freedom spent on a child's bedroom floor. Every game he's got that Sean might want to play is laid out, there are snacks, they're going to have the most epic dude's night ever and then Jack is going to have his friends over on the weekend and they're all going to meet his cool uncle. He's made all of these plans against the behest of his father to “play it by ear”. What Aaron doesn't want to do is explain to Jack what prison can do to a person, that uncle Sean might be a little different for a while and have a hard time adjusting to living with them. So far Sean doesn't seem jumpy or on edge, it's about as much as Aaron dared hope for.

He stays on the couch while they eat dinner at the table, can't quite bring himself to stand and walk for the time being. His heating pad is quelling the ache, and he's still close enough to join in and visit. Sean makes good on his prior statement, he dumps a clump of spaghetti onto his pizza and shoves it into his mouth. He's ravenous, eats much of the meal himself. If Aaron had been worried they would have too much food he shouldn't have been. Jack copies him, putting little twirls of noodles and sauce onto every bite of pizza, content to mimic every single move Sean makes. Aaron sips his spinach and avocado smoothie (the Jess Special he lovingly calls it, because it starts with spinach and avocado but it's anyone's guess where it goes from there, it's subject to her whims and filled with all sorts of odds and ends from the vitamin store) from the couch, a little jealous of their iron guts. He was cleared to eat solid food whenever he was able but so far he hadn't had much luck so she was getting creative. His smoothies had more calories than Thanksgiving dinner some days.

“So, Sean,” he starts, leaning expectantly against the back of the couch. “What is your plan?”

Sean rolls his eyes dramatically and mouths I told you to Jess and Jack, winking. Aaron doesn't think it's very funny but the two of them start giggling anyway, they've both already warmed up to the idea of their new roommate. “Well, dad,” Sean groans. Aaron hates when he does that, it makes his skin crawl but he does his best to hide the visceral reaction. “I have a meeting with my new Probation Officer in the morning, haven't met him yet. Then I'm heading down to the Unemployment Office to meet with a case worker who is gonna hook me up with some kitchen leads. My friend Diana is waiting at a few places around town so she's gonna try to get me on somewhere. Got a lot of irons in the fire here.”

“You can use me as a reference,” Aaron offers, resting his cheek on his arms. He's about had it for the day, nearly 8pm and his body is behaving like it's midnight. “Whatever you need.” Jess watches him, the way he's fading, and she excuses herself from the table and heads his direction. Sean and Jack watch the way she manipulates him into doing exactly what she wants like some mystical sorceress, the way his features are stony and pinched and he says he's fine but he's standing and following her anyway, saying goodnight to everyone. It's a hard job, caring for Aaron Hotchner, but someone has to do it.

It's difficult adjusting to life with Sean in the house. Jessica feels like she's always just been there, but Sean lives different. He sleeps in late and stays up late. He loves to cook full meals, he's noisy and easily excited. He's the chaos to Aaron's calm. It's summer and Jack follows him around like a lost puppy, they play video games and board games, go for walks or to the park. Sean has taken to playing basketball with Jack and his friends, showing off his street ball skills while Aaron goes to physical therapy. Aaron hasn't been keeping any alcohol in the house, and to his immense credit, Sean hasn't even seemed tempted to slide back into that lifestyle.

The problem is, Sean is doing better than Aaron. He's been there a week and had a few job interviews, his P.O loves him, Jack is the happiest he's been in months. There has been an enormous weight lifted from their home since Sean came to live with them, even Jess has been finding ways to go back to her regular life, she's not as worried about Aaron because Sean has more than stepped up to take care of every day tasks around the apartment. Aaron, though, he's struggling. He's 4 weeks post-op and he's certain he's ready to get back to work, at least on light duty, he only took 34 days off after Foyet and that was worse, right?

He fails his pistol qualification first, can't handle the kickback and he's in agony for the rest of the day. Tries to play it off like he's fine until he can't anymore, until he's a mess of frustrated tears locked in his bathroom, arms pressed tight against his midsection like it'll somehow help ease the explosive pain from his belly button to his hips. He can't let Jack see him like this, can't let Sean see it either so he sits there. Tries to stand more than once without success, knees buckling under the intensity of the cramping. Each attempt brings tears to his eyes, makes him want to reach for his phone, to call Jessica for help. Sean knocks on the door, asks if he's okay, knows it's a lie when Aaron grunts that he's fine.

“Bull-shit Aaron,” Sean grumbles. “Jack, bring uncle Sean the hammer and a flat-head screwdriver...”

Aaron rolls his eyes and tries to stand again before Sean pulls his door off of its hinges. It's a Hotchner specialty. They don't bust through doors like Derek, they just remove the obstacle entirely. The sound of hammer against metal is alarming, reverberates through his bones. “You're really gonna make me do this?” Sean calls, starting on the second of the three hinges. BANG BANG BANG He's not bluffing, but neither is Aaron, he can't get himself upright and there is no amount of stupid pride that'll make him push through and risk collapse in front of Jack. If they weren't there, maybe he would find it in himself to stand, to walk to his bed but this isn't how he plays the game when Jack is in the house, it just isn't. Jack has dealt with too much in his young life, he doesn't need this too. If Sean wants to break down the door and play superhero, Aaron will let him. The door comes off so easily and Aaron flinches, another visceral reaction to something long buried, the way Sean hefts the door to the side and leans it against the wall. Instead of a bulging mass of fury in the doorway, it's just Sean and his rumpled blonde hair and his scared blue eyes.

“There was a key in my nightstand,” Aaron mumbles. He's doubled over in pain, out of breath and embarrassed, but he's still got the capacity to be irritated at his brother. “You didn't have to Hulk out.” It's all he can think to do, hand clasping Jack's shoulder and a whisper in his ear, a promise of pizza if he goes and finds his dad's wallet. Sean pushes Jack out of the room, he's the expert here in avoidance, he knows every trick in the book for hiding from the truth. He could teach a course. It's for Jack's benefit he tells himself, even if he doesn't entirely believe it was ever to his own benefit not to see what happened in that house. But this isn't like that, this is just saving a kid from seeing his father in pain. Sean could remember watching his father waste away, and sure Aaron isn't dying but he still doesn't need to see the way Sean slips his arms beneath Aaron's and hefts him upward, lets him suck in a few breaths before supporting the entirety of his weight from the bathroom to the bed. The way Aaron curls his knees to his chest and buries his face in the pillow, defeated. He pushes deep into the darkness and tries to move past it, get his bearings. It's only pain.

“What'd you do?” Sean asks, hammering the door back into place. Aaron isn't answering, he's drowning. Silence hangs thick as the last hinge is replaced and the door swings shut, granting the entire apartment a short reprieve. There isn't anything Aaron can do until it eases, he's trapped. His blankets are tucked around his shoulders, he's obscured enough that he feels safe but Sean's eyes burn into him still. “Aaron, what happened?” He doesn't want to answer, doesn't want to admit that he pushed too hard, that it's his own fault. There is fear in Sean's voice, a strange sort of fear that is both reassuring and a little wild. He'd just as soon call an ambulance as he would scoop Aaron up into his arms and trek to the nearest hospital on foot. The knowledge that he doesn't need either is all that pushes him to speak.

“I messed up today,” Aaron whispers, exhaling long and painfully. Talking takes more energy than he has available. Sean relaxes beside him, rests his hand on Aaron's shoulder and squeezes softly. They aren't big on touching, they're not a very affectionate family but of any of them, Sean is the most giving. If you need a hug, Sean has it waiting. In the front room Jack is ordering pizza, his chirpy voice floating softly through the hall.

“You gonna be okay?”

“Fine,” Aaron sighs. “Just hurts. Nothing is wrong.” He thinks. He doesn't know but at this point it really doesn't matter, he's not getting back out of his bed. He'll either move past it or die there. It's really a crapshoot now. There are painkillers in his nightstand, his mind gets set on a loop of desperately wanting to reach for them and remembering why he'd tucked them away, it's a dangerous game he's playing with Sean. He hasn't locked them up, and Sean doesn't know they're there but how long can they pretend it isn't an issue? How long until Sean considers the possibility that they're hiding somewhere, until he finds a way to get Aaron out of the apartment so he can rifle through his things to get a fix? He hates that he's even considering it, Sean hasn't even hinted at it.

“Should I call Jess?” Sean asks, rubbing his hand up and down Aaron's back, fingers trailing along his brother's too pronounced spine. How long had Aaron been sick and not told anyone? He can't think about something like that, not now. “She'll know what to do.”

“No, she's working. I just want to sleep.”

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queen of hearts // chapter three

summary: y/n y/l/n was crushed when she found out about maeve donovan. heartbroken, she left her entire life behind. what happens when she becomes the most prolific serial killer the bau has ever seen?

prologue + series masterlist & taglist

content warnings: angst, strong language, murder/death mentions, bar/alcohol, cheating mention

a/n: reader is a psychotic murderer. this is purely a work of fiction and if you or someone you know is experiencing homicidal urges, seek professional help immediately.

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JJ's POV

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God, poor Spence. I know him and I know he never meant to hurt Y/N. But I also know Y/N. I know how insecure she was despite how confident she let the world think she was. I know how Spencer meant the absolute world to her. I never could wrap my head around what made her leave everything behind but her worst fear came to life. In her eyes, she wasn't enough for the man she loved.

"Y/N is not a killer... Sh-She could never do this! She's kind and funny and she's a human being, n-not one of the sickos we put away! 104 bodies, Jayje. She couldn't..." Penelope keeps denying it with tears in her shimmery eyes. I'm not sure she can do this with Y/N as a suspect. Hell, I'm not sure I can do this with Y/N as a suspect.

"I'm sorry, I'm still stuck on the part where you cheated on her with a woman you hadn't even met. Why? I can't comprehend how you..." Emily sighs and mumbles to herself. Her eyes focus on Reid and the look on her face is un-readable in her Emily way but there's definitely tones of anger.

Morgan immediately defends Reid, "Prentiss, this isn't his fault."

"I know it isn't." Em doesn't sound convinced. She confirms it when she turns to Spence and spits out, "But what the hell is wrong with you?"

"Wrong with him? Y/N killed 104 people."

Spencer looks so sad... I haven't seen him like this since Maeve's death. He looks heartbroken, there's not even a sprinkle of light in his eyes.

"We don't know that, she's just a person of interest. Don't just label her a killer because she fits part of a profile." Rossi tries to settle it but Emily and Derek keep fuming at each other and my head is throbbing.

"Part? Rossi, she fits all of it. And as someone that worked in the BAU for so long she knows what our next moves are."

"Derek you can't just throw away years of friendship because she was hurt and had her fucking sanity taken from her."

"Taken?" Morgan lets out a forced, hostile as fuck laugh. "Emily-"

"Enough!" We all turn to where Hotch is standing. "You all need to stop and work this like a regular case. Right now, we'll treat Reid's insight as a tip and investigate as usual. Rossi go back to the last crime scene. The rest of you, work on tracking her and then bring her in for questioning. And no more bickering like children." With that, he turns and leaves. As I look around, I realize Spencer has a dead look on his face, he's hurting. Derek and Em are both furious... at each other? Garcia has left the room, I didn't even notice with all the chaos, and Rossi is looking at the files again. I should say something, anything. But I don't have any words.

"JJ are you okay?"

Not at all, I want to yell.

"What? Yeah I'm fine Em, thanks."

"You're crying."

Fuck.

I wipe the solemn tears away and clear my throat. "We need to get to work."

The room finally goes silent and I don't think any of us want to keep going right now. Guess it's fitting, granted this team doesn't have the best track records when there's personal stakes.

"Cases worked when law enforcement has bias or personal connections in favor of the unsub are 68% more likely to go unsolved." Barely even audible, Spencer croaks that out. "Typically because the people with the bias are opposed to actually arresting the person they care about."

Again. Silence.

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Y/N's POV

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Knock

Knock

Knock

"What the hell?... Go away!" Your thoughts are faster than street racers and you just want quiet.

"Ma'am it's housekeeping, would you like us to put up your do not disturb sign?"

"I can do it myself!" you spit.

Ever since the BAU was called in, you're a wreck. You're nervous, thrilled, agonising with past memories, and most importantly, you have an overwhelming urge to kill again. You get out of bed to put that do not disturb sign up. You walk over to the bathroom to wash your face and stare at yourself. Your hair is a mess, your face is drained and weak. Old mascara clumped underneath your eyes and smeared, faded lipstick. You're only wearing one of Spencer's old shirts and nothing underneath. It's the only one you didn't burn. Opening the hotel mini fridge, you pull out a bottle of cheap scotch and down it all. Halfway through, your throat is burning like hell and the gut wrenching feelings that you just want to fucking numb finally start to fade away. You get back in bed and whimper. Despite the fact that you've lost most of your will to live anymore, all you really want is to be held by him one last time. What are you, pitying yourself now?

Get the hell out of bed and stop crying like a fucking teenager.

It takes everything in you to stand up again and get your shit together. Trembling, you bring a hand up and wipe the tears off your face so hard you think you might make yourself bleed, leave a bruise at least. You put on a skimpy dress and fix your shitty makeup before making your way down to a local bar.

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Lots of potentials. What if you just shot them all? Here and now? Yeah, right. The BAU would be here before you could get out and besides, whether you like it or not, you're... an "unsub" now.  You fucking hate to admit it but you have a signature and it's completely necessary to you. Scanning the room, you lock eyes with a particularly handsome man and look down to his hand. Tan line on his slim finger. Outline of a forgotten ring in the pocket of his dark slacks.

Perfect.

You look him up and down, making sure he notices your "interest." Then you take a sip of your fruity beverage seductively. Turning around slowly, you wait for him to come to you like a lost arrogant puppy. You know he will. They always do.

"Mind if I buy you a drink, gorgeous?"

There it is.

You trace a finger down his arm and introduce yourself with a fake innocence while he falls for your act hook, line, and sinker.

More flirtatious bullshit exchanged and eventually he invites you back to his place to have some fun.

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Have some fun?

He has no idea.

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