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Illicit Affairs (Spencer x Curvy! Hotch reader) pt.2

An: wow! thank you, guys, for the love on part one :) like I said in the first part, this is the first pic I have ever written so any constructive criticism is welcome, as long as it's kind lol. If there is anything that doesn't make sense or could possibly offend someone pls let me know, that would never be my intention <3

p.s. reader wears a dress in this part, and I got inspiration for the look of this dress in the link below, the person wearing it does not reflect skin color, height, age, weight, or any looks of reader

dress link:

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/104708760082106254/

Summary: after you father decides that his coworker, who you just so happen to have a crush on, should help tutor you for math class, you decide you need to get over him. however he seems to be making it difficult to do so.

warnings: the reader is insecure and talks bad about themselves, friendship issues, name-calling, slight age gap, some harsh language, reader wears a dress, bullying. (lmk if I missed any)

words: 2,646

"𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔞 𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪 𝔇𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔢 "𝔨𝔦𝔡" 𝔇𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔢 "𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔶" 𝔏𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔤𝔬𝔡𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔰𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔪𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔢 𝔪𝔢"

Thursday was your first tutoring session with Spencer. It was planned perfectly for when he got off work, and you were done with your classes for the day. You had wiped the sweat off your hands onto your jeans for the hundredth time this afternoon, waiting for him.

Three deliberate knocks on your door told you he was there, you ran to welcome him into your home. Taking a deep breath and fixing your hair you open the door.

“Hey Dr. Reid, come on in!” you chirped.

“Thanks, y/n,” he waves, giving you a tight-lipped smile. And you can just call me Spencer; we’re not at the BAU,” he chuckles.

“Oh, right, sorry… Well, my desk is in my room, that's where I usually do my homework, but we can do it in the kitchen if that's more comfortable for you. We could also go into my-”

“Your room is fine” he cuts you off, holding his hands up in surrender to your ramblings.

“Studies show that studying in a familiar and comfortable place with minimal distractions is ideal for learning and staying focused,” he remarks.

“Well, I guess that does make sense,” you laugh quietly.

You begin to sweat more at the thought of Spencer Reid entering your bedroom. Opening your door, thankful you cleaned it before he arrived, you pulled up a chair for him to sit on so you could take the one placed at your desk.

“Alright,” he sighed, sitting down “What are we working on today?”

“Just have to go over the reviews from my two tests that I flunked so I can re-take them” you exhale.

“Okay, how about I explain the steps to do the first problem, then you can try on your own while I watch?” he suggests.

“That sounds great, thanks Spencer,” you smile at him.

After showing you how to do the problem, explaining it slowly, and kindly answering any questions you had, you tried the second problem yourself. However, that turned out to be difficult. Spencer looking over your shoulder was not only intimidating but also embarrassing. You could smell his cologne from this close and it caused your cheeks to flush and you became increasingly distracted.

“nuh uh,” Spencer practically whispered into your ear. “Check the order of operations before doing that portion” he corrected, leaning over your arm to point at the part you did wrong.

“Oh, that- right, sorry” you hum.

“It’s alright… young padawan” he chuckles, remembering your mutual love for the Star Wars movies.

You chuckle and continue the problem, but the term of endearment has you internally wincing at the fact that he sees you as a kid, rather than an equal despite the small age gap between you two. Further cementing the belief that he would never see you in the way that you saw him. Even though you had assumed as much, it didn't hurt any less hearing it from the horse's mouth.

The rest of the study session went fairly smoothly, even though you were dejected at the inadvertent rejection of your feelings from Spencer. And, if you were honest with yourself, you were starting to understand the subject a little more.

After Spencer left for the night, you went silently back up to your room and flopped on your bed. The tears started flowing uncontrollably at the thought of being alone in this world.

Of course, he doesn't like me, what was I even thinking? He is stunning, he could get any girl he wants, why the fuck would he choose me?

You thought to yourself as the sobs racked through your body.

You thought you were safe, allowing yourself to have a crush on your father's coworker, he was just out of reach enough that you didn’t have to worry about your heart being broken.

You don't usually allow yourself to develop crushes on those around you for that exact reason.

Sunday finally rolls around and it’s time for dinner at the Rossi residence. Your godfather was a successful writer and had never been shy about sharing his wealth with his loved ones, including you and the BAU. That being said, your father always expected you to dress up for his dinners to show respect for inviting you to his lovely house.

Picking out a dress to wear to these events was always a struggle, the dresses you thought were cute didn’t suit your body type, and the ones that did, you thought were ugly.

Remembering the dress you bought a few weeks ago for a school event, you pull it out and try it on.

It was a beautiful, yet simple, black dress with white trim that fell just above your knees and was loose on your lower tummy so you didn't feel so self-conscious. It had a square neckline, complementing your chest in just the right way. You smiled to yourself, twirling in your floor-length mirror.

You and your dad had arrived at the party late, due to taking a wrong turn and having to reroute yourselves. Rossi opened the door and welcomed you in with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Dinner just came out of the oven!” he cheered as you made your way to the dining area.

The team greeted you with their usual warmth and began to compliment you on your new dress.

“Dang girl!” Morgan whistled “Didn't know we were in the presence of a fashion icon” while taking your hand above your head to spin you around. As you giggle, thanking him.

“Oh. My. God. girl you are gonna have to tell me where you got that dress!” Garcia fawns

“You look gorgeous, as always y/n/n” Emily smiles.

As the ruckus dies down, you scan the room looking for that familiar mop of brown curls. Then, before you know it, your eyes are looking at Spencer as he gapes at you. You realize he was already staring at you and quickly glance away.

Everyone sits down at the table, getting ready to eat as you help David set up the dinner. After the table is ready and the food is out you realize that the only seat open is next to Spencer. Hesitantly, you approach the seat and ask if it’s open. “Yeah, yeah, of course,” Spencer studders, seemingly lost in thought. Which, for the doctor, was not a rare occurrence.

“Thanks” you whisper, taking your seat and dishing up your food.

Once everyone has settled into casual conversation Spencer leans over and, looking straight ahead whispers, “You look lovely tonight y/n”

You could swear your heart stopped for half a second, why did he feel the need to say that now?

“Th-thank you Spencer” you reply quietly, as to not draw attention to the nerves in your tone.

Now, a mess of emotions, you excuse yourself to the restroom. “It doesn’t mean anything, he was just being polite, like everyone else” you whisper to yourself in the mirror. What the fuck is wrong with me? You think to yourself as you splash cold water on your face to calm down your nerves, and hopefully get rid of the heat that has risen to your cheeks.

The rest of the dinner continues with you trying to ignore Spencer as much as possible so you don’t embarrass yourself. You join in on Derek's conversation about his new girlfriend, and Penelope's debate on which brand of hair dye is best for blonde hair, trying to convince JJ to get hers done. And despite the lively conversation, your mind still wanders to the gorgeous genius sitting next to you.

Dinner finally wraps up and you and your dad head home. “How was your first day with Reid?” he questions. “It was good, I feel like he explains it in a way that finally makes sense, and he is very helpful,” you say calmly, remembering the aftermath of your first study session.

You had decided that it was time to get over Spencer Reid. Determined to get a social life, you walked into your physics class Monday morning and built up the courage to ask your two friends in that class to have a study session at your place that afternoon. “Hey Chloe and Sebastian, would you guys wanna study at my place after school for this new test?” you asked them. “My dad's out of town so we’d have the whole place to ourselves, and… I have snacks!”

“I’m down, this class has been kicking my ass lately” Sebastian huffed.

“Yes! My brother is so loud on his video games that it's hard for me to study at home, let's do it!” Chloe chimed in

Feeling excited at the prospect of new friends, you exchanged numbers with a smile and sent them your address.

Once you were done with your classes for the day, you called your dad, who was on a case in Nevada, to let him know your plans and the information about the people you were inviting over. Despite the fact that you trusted your new friends, you still respected, and understood, your dads concern for you being home alone with strangers.

After you, Chloe, and Sebastian had finished reviewing the study guide for your upcoming test, with a snack break halfway through, you had sent them on their way with the promise of hanging out again.

After almost two weeks of the BAU being gone, you welcomed your father home with a hug and his favorite takeout. Things were finally starting to feel normal again. You had friends and, with help from Spencer, your math grade was finally where you needed it to be.

That was until Wednesday, during your criminal psychology class when your teacher dropped a bomb on the class.

“Now students, as you know we are very lucky to live in the same state as some of the top criminology experts in the country, so with some help from an old friend of mine, I would like to introduce our guest lecture for today… Dr. Spencer Reid. With an IQ of 187, he is surely someone you could learn from. Class welcome Dr. Reid”

Time froze. Your breath caught in your throat. What the hell is he doing here? You thought to yourself.

Spencer walked up to the front of the lecture hall and scanned the crowd while thanking your professor. “Hello everyone, I’m Dr. Ried and I work at the F.B.I. in the division called the BAU, does anyone know what we do over there?”

The class was whispering amongst themselves, trying to figure out the answer to his question. As Spencer stood up on the platform he grew increasingly shy. Feeling bad for the poor guy you decided to raise your hand and help your classmates out.

His eyes scanned the crowd and landed on yours “U-uh yes, you” he stumbled, recognizing that it was you. “You analyze the behavior and patterns of criminals to create a profile of them to help catch them,” you say bluntly. He gives you a warm smile “Yes, exactly, very- very good” He replies.

“Girl, I hate to say this but, that man is a smoke show!” one of your classmates whispers to her friends, who agree with a giggle. Suddenly a wave of guilt hits you, realizing that must be what your thoughts would sound like to him if he ever heard them.

Running out of the classroom you head for the bathroom to calm yourself. Looking in the mirror you question how anyone could stand to look at you, let alone why anyone would be attracted to you. After a while of pacing in the bathroom, you decide you should grab your things, as class would be over in just a few minutes.

Grabbing your backpack from class you decide to leave early and go home. Once you leave the building the tears start welling up again.

Just then Sebastian and a few of his friends walk by. He notices the tears in your eyes and runs over to see what's wrong.

“Hey, Seb!” one of his friends shouts at him, “What are you doing? Didn’t know you were into ugly fat chicks” he laughs and the others join in. Before Sebastian has the chance to reply, you turn away to leave. But before getting too far you bump into someone. “Sorry,’ you look up and see those all too familiar hazel eyes, laced with concern.

You realize he heard what the boys said to you, and frantically began wiping the tears from your cheeks. “y/n, don't listen to those boys, okay? They are immature and stupid.” he consoles you as the boys walk away.

Emotions heightened, and frankly embarrassed that Spencer saw you crying over their words you yell, “Why are you here Spencer? Plus why should I believe you? You're just my dad’s coworker!” you turn away when Spencer grabs your arm. “y/n what are you talking about?” he whispers, “you are beautiful, and who cares if I’m your dad's colleague, that doesn’t make my opinion of you any less valid.” he says in a calmer tone.

“Ugh, you wouldn’t get it Spencer” you sigh, “your smart, your attractive, and you're successful, meanwhile I’m getting called names by boys I don’t even know the names of”

“W-what do you mean” Spencer questions.

“Ugh, do you know how many girls in that class alone were talking about your looks?” you roll your eyes at him, “You know what? Forget it. I'll see you later.” you turn around and rush to your car.

The following day your tutoring session with Spencer was tense. Everything he said to you was met with a simple reply or a nod.

“y/n, can we please talk about what happened yesterday?” Spencer pleaded as you finished the problem you were on.

“What is there to talk about Spencer?” you reply curtly, “I’m sorry you had to see me like that, and I’m sorry I left your lecture early.”

“That's not what this is about y/n, and you don’t need to apologize, I just want to make sure you are alright.” he looks at you, worry in his eyes.

“Why do you care Spencer? Seriously, it was just some stupid guys saying shit I've heard a million times before, it’s none of your business,” you say looking away from him.

“I- I care because I care about you y/n” he takes a deep breath then, “Because you are so kind, one of the funniest people I’ve ever met, despite what you say you are smart, you are beautiful on the inside and out, and I- well, I… I guess what I’m trying to say is… I love you y/n y/l/n, and if you don’t feel the same way, that’s alright, as long as you know that there is someone out there who feels this way for you, I’ll be okay.” he lets out a sigh, closing his eyes.

“You- you love me?” you question.

Spencer stays silent, nodding his head yes.

“I- I love you too Spencer Ried, I have for a while now.” you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

Spencer’s eyes shoot up to meet yours. You both stare at each other for what feels like hours. His eyes travel down to your lips and your breath hitches. His hand raises slowly, giving you time to push him away. His hand cupped your cheek with such care that you may not have even felt it if you weren't hyper-aware of everything he did. He slowly closes the gap between you and kisses you. It feels electric like everything has fallen into place at this very moment. For a few seconds, your lips are connected to his, all the stars have aligned and suddenly life makes sense.

lmk if ya'll wanna pt 3 thanks for reading

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babble28 · 4 months ago

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Illicit affairs (Spencer x curvy! Hotch reader) part 1

An: hey guys, this is my very first fic EVER so pls lmk if I missed anything or if something is wrong, or unclear. thanks for reading! let me know if you like it and I could do a part two :)

words: 1,889 (ish)

Warnings: insecure reader, mention of death of a parent, slight age gap (like 5 years), reader is Aron's daughter, mentions of dating issues/friend issues, reader is bad at math, reader is in college lmk if I missed any warnings thx

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"𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔪𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔰"

Special agent Aaron Hotchner, or as you would call him, Dad, was never one for taking things lightly. Which, in your mind, was both a blessing and a curse, as you seemed to get the brunt end of the stick when you were in danger or in trouble, being his only daughter and all. You know your father's love for you was boundless, but growing up with an FBI agent for a dad meant little to no spontaneity in your life.

You were not allowed to stay out late, even into your later teen years, and you were definitely not allowed to have boys around the house without your dad’s approval.

However, dating wasn't much in the cards for you. Growing up you had always been a little chubby. After going through puberty and not quite losing all your “baby fat” as your mother used to call it, you became increasingly more self-conscious into your teenage years. Feeling dejected as your skinnier friends soon began to get boyfriends and girlfriends, while you were left alone in your room watching your latest favorite show as you internally sulked over being by yourself.

It’s not as if you hadn't ever had boyfriends, or dated before, just that no one lasted long enough to mean anything. In your early teen years, there was Liam, he lasted approximately 74 days before your best friend at the time, Melanie, asked him out and he left you for her.

Although it hurt at the time, you were young and had long since brushed it off. Your senior year of high school brought you Aiden, who was kind and made you feel better about yourself, or so you thought. That didn’t last long, considering he cheated on you with his ex and when you found out, you forgave him before breaking up a few months later after one of your friends had let slip what he had done to you in front of your father. Your dad was never explicitly rude or harsh about boyfriends, but after Aiden, he became far more protective of you.

The protectiveness only grew after your mom's passing just after your 18th birthday. And ever since it's just been you, your dad, and your new half-brother, Jack.

Now, a sophomore in college, you are as lonely as ever. All your friends are either in school themselves, or moving out with their partners. You had never been very good with making friends so, despite your efforts, you had about two people you talked to in your classes, but nothing too close to friendships.

It was finally Saturday, which meant no school, and best of all one of your father’s only days off. He had promised to spend more time with you, feeling guilty that he was off working more than he was home. Plus, Jack spent most of his time with his mother Haley, so most of the time you were alone, and truthfully, you just missed your dad. After your mom's passing, it was you and your dad against the world as you liked to say.

You woke up early, to surprise your dad with pancakes in the morning. He worked so hard for you and supported you through so much, you truly enjoyed helping him out when you could.

When the pancakes were cooking your dad came down the stairs, still in his pajamas with his hair tousled slightly in the back.

You both had a great morning, talking about school, work, and other anecdotes throughout the week you two had experienced.

As you guys started cleaning dishes, you heard the most irritating sound of your father's phone going off, usually meaning duty calls.

Knowing now, you had wished that's what the call was about.

Your dad responded to the person on the other line curtly, almost… disappointed, “Thank you, Mr. Harris, I’ll be sure to get this all sorted out by the end of the weekend,” your dad hung up the phone and gave you a stern look.

“Well, your school counselor just called me, he said you’ve failed your last two math tests?”

He gave you a quizzical look as if he was asking about the validity of your counselor's statement.

“I’m sorry Dad” you began to tear up, math had always been a struggle for you, but last year you had a tutor, Mrs. Hansen, an old widowed school teacher who had lived just down the street from your house. However, over the summer she moved in with her daughter in California. So, your grades have been slipping. “Hey, it’s okay sweetie, I just want to make sure you are okay” he soothed, “Do you think we need to get you help again?” he asked, pulling you into a hug. “Y-yeah, I think that would be best” you cried into his shoulder. “Okay, let's talk about this later and have a fun day,” he said, giving you a reassuring squeeze and going to get dressed.

The following Monday you woke up and did your usual routine, getting ready for school was always hard. Seeing the new shirt you bought cling to your body in all the wrong places made you feel stressed. Looking at yourself in the mirror you pinch and pull at your clothes, seeing if they would change but, to no avail. Sighing, you changed into your go-to, big shirt, and sweats, trying to hide as much of yourself as possible.

As you walk into the kitchen you notice a Tupperware of last night's dinner left out, you quickly realize that your father had left his lunch at home. Deciding to take it with you, you wrote him a little note and put it in a bag with an apple and a cookie that you two had made together on his day off.

You had visited your dad's place of work quite often considering he basically lives there. However, in recent years you have tried to stay away from that place. While your dad had assumed it was due to the horrifying things they had to look at and deal with on cases, for you it was due to an entirely different and frankly scarier reason.

Dr. Spencer Reid was that reason.

He was around your age, a solid 27 to your 21, nearly 22. However, he was incredibly smart and, in the past few years, you had developed quite a crush on the unassuming doctor. You knew nothing would come of it, considering he was not only your father's colleague but also the fact that he was so incredibly smart and handsome and you were… well just you. He would never fall for someone who looked like you and who could barely remember the Pythagorean theorem. Let alone any of the crazy things he knew, that you probably couldn't even comprehend.

Taking a deep breath, you flash the guard your permanent visitor badge your dad had given you when you graduated high school for “emergencies only” he had said sternly. You walk in and head straight for the Bau department.

Entering the bau always caused a wave of nostalgia for you, as you had been coming here since before you could remember. Entering the bullpen, you were immediately greeted by Penelope (your fairy godmother, as she liked to call herself) who practically squealed when she noticed you entered. “y/n!! My sweet baby! Oh, have I missed you” She embraced you, her vanilla perfume causing a smile to spread on your face. Being around one of your favorite people was always a plus of coming here.

“Is that the beautiful y/n?” you heard Derek come out of the kitchenette with a fresh cup of coffee. “I missed you guys” You hug them both. “I just brought my dad's lunch, then I have class, so unfortunately I won't be here long, but I'll see you guys this weekend at Uncle David's dinner” you explain to the two. SSA David Rossi and your father had been close since before you were born, and due to your parents not being married when having you, your father decided that the best person to be there for you when he wasn’t was his friend. Ever since, you have called him uncle.

“Have you decided on a major yet?” Derek asks, he helped console you last summer when you weren’t quite sure what you wanted to major in, stating that he himself wasn’t sure what he wanted to do when he went into collage, and said that no matter how long it took,things would be alright.

“Criminal psychology” you smirked at him, knowing he’d be impressed with you following in your makeshift family's footsteps.

“That's my girl,” he chuckles.

“Is that my bella (y/n)?” Detective Rossi emerges from your father's office with a smile on his face. “Hi Uncle David, just dropping off Dad's lunch,” you say walking towards the door he had just emerged from.

After exchanging pleasantries with your godfather, and the promise of attending his dinner party that weekend, you finally entered your father's office. However, as you stepped in, you knew someone else was there, you first saw those beautiful brown curls, your breath caught in your throat, and you prepared for embarrassment. His hazel eyes lock on yours and you swear time stops. That is until your father promptly asked your reason for being at the office. “O-oh, uh, right sorry, you forgot your lunch at home I just came to bring it to you,” you said swiftly looking away from Spencer's piercing gaze. “H-hi Spencer” you stubble out, avoiding eye contact. “Hello (y/n)” he waves back.

“Alright, well I gotta get to class so, I’ll see you later” You wave to your dad goodbye. “Wait (y/n)!” your dad calls after you as your turn to leave his office. You hum and turn around, catching Spencer’s eye in the process. “Your teacher sent me the link to the study guide for your math test, I printed it out for you, so you can work on it with your tutor,” he said, ignorant to how embarrassing it was to be told that in front of THE Dr. Reid. he grabbed the packet from his desk drawer and set them onto his desk. Spencer, who had been sitting on the chair directly in front of said packet, had glanced over at it and said “Oh, I loved doing my sophomore math, did you know that the word math derives from the ancient Greek word Máthēma? Meaning something learned” Your dad looked at you, as though a cartoon light bulb had turned on over his head. “I have an idea,” he said. You stayed silent, curious as to what he was about to say.

“Spencer, how would you like to help tutor (y/n) with their coursework?”

Spencer's eyes widened slightly, he looked at you, then your dad, and nodded his head. “I suppose I could do that, Morgan says I need more interaction with people my age anyway, and frankly I think this could be a good learning experience for both of us, you know, studies show that interacting with people your age significantly increases-”

“Reid, that's enough.” your dad stops him.

Meanwhile, your cheeks were heating up as the thought of Spencer Reid in your house teaching you math flooded your brain.

You were truly and utterly fucked.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #derek morgan #aaron hotchner #penelope garcia #spencer reid x curvy! reader #spencer reid fluff

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