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STARWARSCOLORS PRIDE EVENT STAR WARS + BI COLORS — by @revengeofthesiths

Rebellions are built on hope.

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about to write a little something about some of those

One Hundred Ways to Say ‘I Love You’

“Pull over.  Let me drive for awhile.”

“It reminded me of you.”

“No, no, it’s my treat.”

“Come here.  Let me fix it.”

“I’ll walk you home.”

“Have a good day at work.”

“I dreamt about you last night.”

“Take my seat.”

“I saved a piece for you.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

“You can have half.”

“Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.”

“Sorry I’m late.”

“Can I have this dance?”

“I made your favourite.”

“It’s okay.  I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

“Watch your step.”

“Here, drink this.  You’ll feel better.”

“Can I hold your hand?”

“You can borrow mine.”

“You might like this.”

“It’s not heavy.  I’m stronger than I look.”

“I’ll wait.”

“Just because.”

“Look both ways.”

“I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to.”

“Try some.”

“Drive safely.”

“Well, what do you want to do?”

“One more chapter.”

“Don’t worry about me.”

“It looks good on you.”

“Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”

“That’s okay, I bought two.”

“After you.”

“We’ll figure it out.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“I like your laugh.”

“Don’t cry.”

“I made this for you.”

“Go back to sleep.”

“Is this okay?”

“I picked these for you.”

“I’ll drive you to the hospital.”

“What do you want to watch?”

“You can go first.”

“Did you get my letter?”

“I’ll do it for you.”

“Call me when you get home.”

“I think you’re beautiful.”

“Are you sure?”

“Have fun.”

“Sit down, I’ll get it.”

“I made reservations.”

“I don’t mind.”

“It brings out your eyes.”

“There is enough room for both of us.”

“You don’t have to say anything.”

“Wow.”

“Happy birthday.”

“I’ll pick it up after work.”

“It can wait until tomorrow.”

“Cross my heart and hope to die.”

“It’s two sugars, right?”

“I’ll help you study.”

“Stay over.”

“I did the dishes.”

“You didn’t have to ask.”

“I bought you a ticket.”

“You’re warm.”

“No reason.”

“I’ll meet you halfway.”

“Take mine.”

“We can share.”

“I was just thinking about you.”

“I want you to have this.”

“Call me if you need anything.”

“Do you want to come too?”

“I’ll still be here when you’re ready.”

“Is your seatbelt on?”

“Sweet dreams.”

“I was in the neighbourhood.”

“Stay there.  I’m coming to get you.”

“The key is under the mat.”

“It doesn’t bother me.”

“You’re important too.”

“I saved you a seat.”

“I’ll see you later.”

“I noticed.”

“You can tell me anything.”

“I hope you like it.”

“I want you to be happy.”

“I believe in you.”

“You can do it.”

“Good luck.”

“I brought you an umbrella.”

“I’ll pick you up at the airport.”

“Take a deep breath.”

“Be careful.”

  And…

  100.  “I love you.”

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All I want to do is play with Spencer Reid’s hair while he lies on my liek some sort of weighted blanket

a post-case ritual of sorts

“this can’t be comfortable,” comes a voice, pushed tightly into your neck and releasing warm breath that consistently brings goosebumps to your skin. “are you sure you’re comfortable?”

“yes, spencer, i am comfortable. are you comfortable?”

“im about to have the best rest ive had in months.”

your chuckle vibrates through your chest, tickling spencer’s skin and making him grin, eyes closed, entire weight on top of you on your brand new couch. 

doctor who plays in the background, spencer threw his contacts out the second he got home, and you were waiting with open arms. he expected a cuddle, of course, but when you’d told him hey, do me a favour and lie on top of me, he stood before you for a solid minute trying to figure out if you were... pulling some kind of prank on him.

you weren’t. some persuasion, some facts to back your point up (did you know weighted blankets are known to relieve pain, reduce anxiety, and improve your mood?) and, as you told him, “i ordered one and it’s on it’s way but... youre here. now lie on me.” means he has become a human blanket.

so, now, comfortably tucked into the corner of your jaw, hands likely to fall asleep from being tucked under your back for so long, when you raise a hand to tenderly thread it through his messy, unruly hair, there’s a flash in his head of what he imagines god to look like and its a lot like you.

the hum that escapes him is entirely involuntary, which is something that happens often with you - he’s so comfortable, subject to this magical air about you that makes him feel weightless and...understood. he knows what he says, whether ridiculous or curious or anywhere in between, will be met with enthusiasm and smiles and, if he’s a lucky, a laugh. you make him so happy and content and he loves you.

“it’d be pretty cool if you slept for more than four hours, don’t you think?” he almost misses your question, too busy purring and focusing on the love you’re giving his hair. “are you listening to me?”

"i always listen to you.”

“what did i just say?”

the silence speaks volumes.

“you’re lucky you’re cute.”

and just because he wants to bring that fact home, right before he sleeps (and he sleeps like a baby, by the way), he tacks on, “i’m very lucky to love you.”

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if you say backhanded things about penelope garcias body in your fic, idc if it’s from her pov or not, you are fatphobic because show me where in canon she ever says she hates her body or ever sees herself as undesirable. you are just fatphobic and I’ll say it.

that woman knows she is fine and there’s no reason to make her hate herself to further a story and have another character “come to her rescue” and call her pretty and gorgeous and sexy that isn’t rooted in fatphobia and I’ll say it. I’m saying it.

the idea that fat women have to hate themselves so that someone will hopefully fall for them and deem them desirable is disgusting

fat women are allowed to realize their worth and beauty without being told by a romantic/sexual partner, actually.

I’m tired.

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FINALLY!!! THANK U

the OC for my next fic will be a fat girl.

i’m tired of seeing these skinny OCs, we need some representation.

oh, and as a fat person myself, there will never be a single thing written about her weight or her feeling sorry for herself because she’s fat. and spencer will fall in love with her all the same.

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i'm so in love with soft spencer pls he deserves this type of love so bad

Happy Hydrangeas (Reid Request)

Request: a ftm trans reader fic where Reid keeps talking about his girlfriend until one day he mentions his boyfriend and the team thinks he got a new partner until reader shows up because Reid left something at home and they all realize? Just mostly Reid being really cute and in love?  A/N: Third person limited POV (JJ). Just a sweet little ficlet, inspired by and written in part for @ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff . The title refers to the fact hydrangeas can change colors during bloom! 

Even if you can’t relate to this fic, please considering sharing it so the correct audience can find it! 🥰

Couple: TransMan!Reader/Spencer Reid Category: Fluff Content Warning: One very minor mention of hypothetical transphobia Word Count: 2.7k

MASTERLIST

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It wasn’t that JJ wasn’t listening to Spencer’s ranting. Because she was, in whatever little way she could while also juggling three e-mails on her phone, ten case files under her arm, and the laundry list of errands running through her head that she needed to run before getting home that afternoon.

She was listening… Sort of. The same way that a mother listens to their child incoherently describing a dream or a cartoon. She knew he wouldn’t mind, either. He didn’t really need her input, he just wanted to get the words out of his head, and she was happy that she was the one he chose to be her sounding board.

But every so often, when things got like this, Spencer would surprise her. This time it was with just one, simple, unassuming word.

“But then my boyfriend told me that it’s actually way easier to—“

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WAIT moose guess who’s back, back again

it me i’m back after probably less than 30 minutes bc adhd brain go brrrr

A Concept: wedding night. think of all the extra praise you would get 🥺 (plus an excuse for fancy lingerie!!!)

this got pretty soft 🥺 but I mean what did u expect, look at my url... that said, it’s soft dom!spence and also breeding kink because, again, look at where u are rn 👀

combined with this ask and I’m thinking this or this or this for lingerie 🥰

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Nearly four hours ago, you’d walked down the aisle to meet the love of your life with tears in your eyes and incandescent joy in your heart. Throughout the entire ceremony, it felt like you and Spencer were the only people in the world— teary-eyed and grinning wide and promising forever.

And then Rossi was pronouncing you husband and wife, and Spencer was cradling your face in a sweet kiss, and you were kissing him back with perhaps just a little too much tongue for such a public venue— much to the amusement of the 100 people in attendance.

And then pictures were over, and you were holding hands as you stepped out into Rossi’s backyard, and the DJ was introducing you as Dr. and Mrs. Reid, and Spencer was looking at you like you’d hung the moon and stars and every other galactic object— and you were so celestially in love that it quite literally took your breath away.

After the first dance, champagne toasts, and dinner, you made your way to the small dance floor for the bouquet toss, laughing at the spectacle of some of your absolute favorite ladies clamoring to catch it.

Your eyes followed Luke as he dragged a chair to the center of the dance floor, the crowd hooting and hollering as he made an over exaggerated gesture indicating you should sit. Spencer ran a nervous hand down the back of his neck, and his cheeks were flushed red from the champagne. You pulled him in by his left hand, taking a minute to admire the ring on his finger and then bringing your other hand up to straighten his bow tie.

“We don’t have to do the garter thing,” you assured him.

He answered by pulling you into another kiss and then gently lowering you down into the chair. He dropped down in front of you, and you were wholly unprepared for how flustered the sight of him on his knees would make you. You couldn’t help the way your mouth dropped open slightly, the way your tongue darted out to wet your dry lips when he gave you a cheeky smirk.

Spencer lifted the hem of your dress and pulled your ankle up to his mouth. Your guests had an obstructed view thanks to the mountains of fabric, but you could feel his mouth as he laid hot, wet kisses from your ankle to the bend of your knee. He continued his path up to the garter as wolf whistles rang out around the yard, and you felt his teeth graze your thigh and then close around the frilly fabric.

You knew the moment that he caught sight of the pretty lace number underneath your dress, because he froze completely still and his breath puffed hot over your thigh. He recovered quickly, mindful of the audience, but not before he rubbed a firm thumb over your laced covered clit. You covered your face with your hands as he dragged the garter down the length of your leg, emerging with it between his teeth, a smug grin stretching across his gorgeous face.

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Several hours later, you stumbled through the door of your hotel room, kissing and giggling and fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. His hands were all over you, drinking in the sensations of the scratchy lace contrasted with your soft skin. He was naked long before you, mainly because he couldn’t quite figure out how to get you out of the dress. He let out a frustrated whine, and you laughed.

“The buttons are fake,” you mumbled against his lips. “It’s just a zipper.”

“Thank fuck, because I need it off, now,” he panted. His fingers moved to the back of the dress, fumbling over the top and closing over the zipper and dragging it down. The sheer weight of the dress had it falling off your body, and then Spencer was stepping back to drink you in.

He laced the fingers of your left hand together with his, running his thumb along the band on your ring finger as his eyes raked over the mesh and straps and lace. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” He brought his eyes back to your face, pulled you in close by your joined hands, and ran his other hand over your hair. “I’m the luckiest man on earth.”

The hotel sheets were soft, but they didn’t even come close to the softness of Spencer’s mouth and hands as they roamed over your body, splayed out against the ocean of white. He dragged his lips over yours, down your throat, over the swell of your breasts spilling out of the top of the lace. “So perfect,” he murmured, sucking your nipple through the fabric. “My perfect girl, my perfect wife.”

That word— wife— had you clutching at his curls, whining high and long as he switched to the other side and captured your nipple in his teeth, his mouth leaving a wet patch on the lace. He buried his face in the soft skin exposed by the cutouts, licking and sucking and dragging his teeth until you were writhing beneath him.

He continued his path down your body, pressing kisses to any bare skin he could reach and running his fingertips over the mesh. He lifted his head to see you gazing down at him, and pressed a kiss over your tummy as he brought his hand between your thighs. “Been thinking about this since I was under your dress earlier.”

He imitated the motion from his garter escapade, but this time he kept the pressure on your clit. The sensation of the mesh rubbing over your most sensitive place, coupled with the warmth of his mouth on your thigh had you squirming, your hands coming down to tangle in his hair.

“I didn’t think it was appropriate to include in my vows, but I promise to never stop eating this perfect pussy,” he joked, pulling the fabric aside to suck your clit into his mouth.

“Oh shit, Spence,” you gasped.

You could feel him smiling around your clit, and he hummed a little before dipping his head to lap up the wetness already pooling at your entrance. He pressed a hot kiss to your cunt and then slipped two fingers inside you, groaning at the way you clenched around him.

“So fucking wet for me, sweetheart.” He curled his fingers just right, and you bucked your hips up and moaned out his name. “Fuck, love how vocal you get. That feel good, baby?”

“Yes, yes, s-so good, Spence,” you panted. “Please, please.”

He rutted into the bed and sunk his teeth into your thigh, massaging that spot inside you as you tugged on his curls. He swirled his tongue around your clit, then asked, “You gonna come, pretty girl?”

You couldn’t vocalize a coherent answer, instead just whining and gasping and writhing underneath his hands and mouth. He kept at it until you were toppling over the edge, coming all over his chin. He lapped up your release, careful of your sensitive clit, and then slid back up your body to slot his mouth over yours.

“Can’t wait to make you come approximately one million more times, Mrs. Reid,” he murmured against your lips.

You let out an exhausted laugh. “Okay, well maybe you can start that mission tomorrow, doctor.” You brought your hands to his waist and pulled him flush against you and looked up at him from underneath your lashes. “Because right now I want my husband to fuck me.”

He choked a little as your hands grasped at his ass, grinding his cock against the mesh of the lingerie. “What’s that saying? Happy wife, happy life?”

“Mmhmm,” you agreed. “Now are you gonna make an honest woman outta me or what?”

He reached down between you to pull the lingerie to one side, using his left hand to tease the head of his cock through your folds and slick himself up. The ring glinted as it caught the soft light of the bedside lamp, and he felt his cock throb as he began the slow press into you.

Your legs fell back against the bed as he entered you, your head tilting back and a moan slipping from your lips as his thick cock stretched you to your limits. “You take it so well, sweetheart. So tight, made just for me.”

You clenched around him at the praise just as he bottomed out, and he hitched your legs up over his arms to pull you even closer. “I can tell you like that, huh, baby?”

He circled his hips just to hear you gasp, and you reached up to twine your fingers with his. “Yeah, you like that,” he repeated. “You like hearing how much I love this pussy, how good it feels to fuck you.”

He pushed himself in deeper, felt you squeeze his hand and his cock at the same time. “And you really like how deep I can get, how good I make you feel. Always gonna make you feel this good.”

He started the agonizingly slow pull out of you, and you immediately missed the fullness. You didn’t have to miss it for long— as soon as the tip slipped almost completely out, he was fucking his entire length back into you.

He set a slow, steady pace, thrusting into you hard enough that the headboard banged against the wall with each stroke. He dropped one of your legs to bring his hand back to the seam of the bodysuit between your legs, and you vaguely registered a ripping sound, and then he was pressing your leg up and back, leaning his body weight against it and pressing even deeper.

You let out a long, low moan, and he stroked your hair back. “Mmhmm, I know, baby. Look at you— taking that cock so deep, making me feel so fucking good. Such a good girl.” He brought his thumb up to your open mouth, pressed it down on your tongue and let you slick it up with your spit before bringing it back down to your clit.

“Need you to be my perfect girl and come on this dick,” he instructed. “And then I’m gonna fill that pretty cunt with my come.”

It took barely five more circles of his thumb around your clit before you were coming, nails scratching down his back and pussy squeezing around him. He released your leg to let it fall back to the bed and pounded into you once, twice, three more times, and then he thrust in as far as he could and emptied inside of you.

Instead of pulling out, he continued to fuck into you in small strokes, gasping at the wet sound of your cunt. “You hear that, pretty girl? That’s the sound of me taking what’s mine.”

If this was what you could expect for the rest of your life, you were going to be the happiest wife on planet earth.

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Camp Rock x Criminal Minds

THIS SCENE HAS NEVER FAILED TO MAKE ME LAUGH VIEHIFIOFV I CANNOT

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Don’t think just feel it.

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Based on this anonymous request: HI Hi!! Congrats on 1.5k!!! If you don’t mind, from the prompt list, I would like to request “OH, you’re jealous.” and “Please just kiss me already.” I literally love your writing and I think that you would do these really well

Thank you for the request babes xx  4.“OH, you’re jealous.”

6. “Please just kiss me already.” 

Spencer Reid x BAUfem! Reader

Category: fluff

TW: jealousy 

Word count: 927; Hope you enjoy xx

Spencer knows he’s being weird. He knows that, shockingly for a profiler, he’s really bad at hiding his own emotions. Especially when it comes to you. It had taken what felt like forever to find you, to find someone who makes him feel the way you do, to have the honor of loving you and having you love him in return. The two of you have been together for almost three years and the little doubts and insecurities that used to plague him constantly have dissipated quite a bit. However, this also means that, when insecurities arise, the power of their umbrage on his emotions is somewhat greater than it used to be. The rarer the feeling, the stronger the impact. Thus, when you’d made plans with Derek for when Spencer was going to be out of town, he’d become suspicious. You’d quickly explained to him that Derek had asked you to help him learn how to sew on a button, a lie so obvious Spencer was a little shocked you’d bothered to come up with it at all. 

Which is why he finds himself in a weirdly unhappy mood as he drives back from the airport. You’d offered to pick him up prior to him going to visit his mother, but, in his weird, slightly resentful state he’d decided to pay for parking for the three days he’d be in Vegas so that he could drive himself back home and have the hour to think through every horrid thing his insecurity could think up. He trusts you implicitly, really, and he trusts Derek. But why on earth would you lie to him about why the two of you are spending time together? Especially while he’s out of town? As he pulls into the parking lot of your apartment building, he tries desperately to tamp down these dreadful feelings. The second he puts his key in the lock, you open the door, almost as though you’d been waiting on the other side. You throw your arms around his neck, pressing a kiss into his cheek. 

“Hi,” you whisper into the crook of his neck, “I missed you.” 

While he knows it’s scientifically impossible, Spencer feels as though his heart is melting a little bit. The incredible simplicity of your affection is so powerful, so touching that it’s nearly heartbreaking. It makes him feel even worse about the envious nature to which his thoughts have turned. 

“I missed you more,” he whispers, wrapping his arms around you. He pulls you closer than feels possible, as though determined to permanently quell his fears. This doesn’t go unnoticed. 

“Are you okay?” you ask into his chest. “I thought everything went fine with your mom-���

“It did,” he interrupts softly. “I just…I owe you an apology.” Spencer’s so quiet you wouldn’t hear him were you not pressed into his chest.

“An apology?” you ask gently. “Why?”

Spencer sighs deeply and pulls you back enough to hold your face in his hands and look into your eyes. He looks at you, still, after three years, in slight disbelief that you’ve agreed to any form of life with him. 

“I love you so much,” he rasps, nearly in tears, but willing them not to fall. “I love you and I keep letting my own insecurities get in the way of that and I’m sorry.”

“Sweetheart,” you coo, wiping under his eyes, “what brought this on?”

Spencer shifts his weight between his feet, looking down sheepishly, mumbling in response. 

“What was that?” 

“I was jealous that you were spending time with Derek,” he admits quietly. 

You stare at him, and he looks down at you, almost expecting you to be angry. What he doesn’t expect is for you to laugh. Hard. “Oh,” you laugh, “you’re jealous!” 

“It’s not funny,” he whines shyly. 

“I’m sorry, honey,” you continue, “but it’s really funny.” You calm down enough to smile at him again. “Do you want to know why I was hanging out with Derek?” 

“Um,” Spencer answers unsurely. “I guess.” You pull his hand to the guest room, moving behind him to cover his eyes before walking him into the unused bedroom. 

“Ta-da!” You take your hands off his eyes and Spencer opens them to see some of his books. It takes him a moment to register that the books are on a bookshelf. A new bookshelf.

“I don’t understand,” he whispers, looking at you again. 

You can barely contain your smile, “You were so generous to give me some space on your bookshelf when I moved in, but I know that you didn’t necessarily enjoy having your books unorganized in the spare room, so…I built you this.”

“You built this?” Spencer looks at the gorgeous cherry bookshelf in complete disbelief.

“With a little help from Derek,” you admit. You look at your feet for a moment before meeting his eyes again, “Do you like it?”

Spencer opens his mouth to speak but suddenly finds that absolutely none of the thousands of words he knows in the many languages he knows are substantial enough to express his emotions in this moment. “I can’t even…thank you so….please just kiss me already.” 

He pulls you to him and kisses you. You pull away a few moments later, a smile toying it’s way onto your lips. 

“So,” you say slyly, winding your arms around his neck, “still jealous?” 

Spencer rolls his eyes, “Jealous that I didn’t get to see you put this together.”

“You should be jealous of that,” you tease, “I looked pretty hot.”

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i am absolutely in love with this oh my god-

Is This Your Card? - S.R

summary: Spencer and Derek are canvassing bars when Derek convinces Spencer to try and impress the bartender but she has a trick of her own

pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

warnings: none

word count: 1,486

a/n: Based on 4X9 scene! Requests are open! Prompt list is there if you guys want extra ideas!

Master-List - Prompts

Saturday always pulled a big crowd into every bar, and the one Derek and Spencer were sent to canvas was no exception. Music boomed from every corner as people stumbled from bar to dance floor. Derek and Spencer took different sides of the bar talking to everyone from staff members to people just there to have a good time. Derek was easily having a better time in the club than Spencer was, Derek had been offered numbers from various women while a few women had asked Spencer if he was the unsub himself. If he hadn’t of showed his badge first most women would’ve just walked past him. After another group of women denied Spencer’s fliers and walked away he quickly gave up on doing the talking by himself and walked back to the middle of the club to find Derek.

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That’s not the advice, though.

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that s2/3 reid concept is a NEED omg

guys i have fic ideas!!! i wanna say they’ll be out by next week:) let me know what y’all think

s2-3 spencer reid x reader

where the team is discussing the question “do you kiss a girl after she gives you head”

spencer reid x latina!reader

based on the song telepatia by kali uchis, even on the phone hundreds of miles away from each other the spark is never lost

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Ommmggg this one I always like fics where the reader takes the shirt of the person especially when it’s big on them and he just stands there for a moment thinking how cute they look in it

“Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

wc -> 711

warnings -> slight hint to sexual themes, but nothing nsfw.

Fluff #1 -> “Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

This case had been a difficult one. It was long and tiresome, and its unfortunate ending had taken its toll on the entire team. The ones involving children were always the worst.

Spencer had called Y/N before getting on the jet to come home. She could tell just by his voice that it had been a bad case, so she’d asked if he wanted her to come over. The two had been together for a year and were yet to move in together, though Spencer had given Y/N a key to his apartment after their six-month anniversary.

He closed the door behind him, his nostrils immediately filling with the scent of something cooking from the kitchen. He took off his coat and hung it up, his ears tuning in to the sound of Y/N humming as she cooked. He let the details of the horrific case drain from his mind, the smallest of smiles reaching his lips. He allowed himself a single moment to bask in the warm feeling that filled his chest, how happy it made him to come home to the woman he loved.

He headed to the kitchen, eager to see his girl but as he rounded the corner he stopped, jaw dropping.

There she was, standing over the hob with her back facing him, stirring a pot of what appeared to be tomato pasta. She was wearing leggings and one of his old Cal-Tech shirts, grey and frayed at the edges from its age. It was pretty big on her, hanging from her frame and reaching down to her mid-thighs.

At the sense of a presence behind her, she turned around from her cooking with a smile. “Hey! You’re home!”

She put down the wooden spoon she was using to stir and made her way over to him. She flung her arms around him, nuzzling her face into his neck. His arms immediately came around her, holding her tightly to his chest.

“Yeah.” He whispered. “I’m home.”

She pulled back, placing a quick peck on his lips before moving back to her previous task.

He stood there for a moment more, processing his thoughts before he said the question that he was burning to ask. “Is that my shirt?”

Y/N looked at him over her shoulder, speaking with a slight chuckle. “You mean our shirt?”

Spencer smiled back and shook his head at her.

“I managed to get some of the pasta sauce down my shirt, so I just grabbed the first one of yours that I could see.” She explained. “Is that.. okay?”

Spencer didn’t say anything, his eyes running over her figure and how she looked so beautiful in his shirt. It was then he made the decision that he never wanted to come home to an empty apartment again.

Y/N, who had taken his silence as a bad sign, was quick to speak. “I’m so sorry, I’ll take it off. I totally didn’t mean to overstep or anything-“

“Move in with me?” He interrupted her, and she stopped mid-sentence, eyes wide in shock.

“I- what?”

He moved towards her again, placing his hands on her hips as he pulled her closer to him. “I want to come back home to you. Even when I’ve had such an awful week and I want nothing more than to be with you. I never want to have to come back to a cold and empty apartment again so please-“ He paused, moving one hand to cup her cheek. “Move in with me?”

Y/N launched herself forward, attaching her lips to his. He accepted the kiss happily, trying to convey all they he felt for her with his lips.

“Of course I’ll move in with you.” She said, grinning.

He smiled back before looking over her shoulder to the pot of pasta behind her.

“That looks good.” He groaned, only then realising how hungry he was.

“It does. You ready to eat?”

He nodded, letting go of her and grabbing the cutlery so he could go and set the table. “But afterwards, I think I’d like to see how good our shirt is gonna look on our bedroom floor.” He smirked before walking away, leaving a blushing Y/N stood in the kitchen.

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oh how i wish this was a whole series

Softball and Magic

Prompt: Oooh what about a Spencer piece where reader is friends with Morgan and one day Spencer and Morgan are out together and run into her and she is totally taken with Spencer’s adorable awkwardness? And she asks him out on a date

Warning: Mention of military husband death, KIA. Not graphic, just mentioned.

AN: In which Haley and Hotch live happily ever after.  Mianly because I came close to making this a hotchx reader fic.

You’re at an outdoor cafe, you have an iced lemonade and a very desperate man sitting in front of you. 

“Look, I need a ringer.” 

You scoff and roll your eyes, “You need people who actually know how to play baseball.”

Derek grins, “Do I ever. That is why I came to you. Four years of college softball would give the FBI team just the edge we need to win. I refuse to lose to those secret service pricks again.” 

You laugh. You’d met Derek years ago, been partners back when you’d both been Chicago PD. You’d been a rookie and he had been your mentor. Eventually, he’d left for the FBI, you’d gotten married to a marine and had transferred to MPD when he had been stationed in DC. 

The two of you had reconnected when your husband had been killed overseas. Suddenly you’d been a widowed mom, of a two year old, at the ripe age of twenty-nine. Derek had sight you out and been a support system. 

He bats his eyes at you, “Please.” 

You laugh, “Fine, but you owe me baby sitting.” 

“Deal.” 

Two days later you load Jamie into your car and head to the field. You sling your softball backpack over your shoulders, before getting Jamie out. He insists on walking. The days of him riding around on your hip are happening less and less, and it’s probably a good thing considering he’s getting bigger and bigger. 

You find relief in the fact that he still wants to hold your hand. Of course, he pulls away the moment he sees Derek, and makes a mad dash towards his honorary uncle. Derek scoops him up, swings him around, and then sets him back down. You’re a little shocked to find a few other kids loitering around the ball field. 

Jamie looks up at you, “Can I go read mama?” 

You nod, “Of course baby.” 

You stop in front of a grinning Derek, “What’s he reading?”

“The Lord of the Rings.” 

Derek stares at you, “Y/N …” 

You sigh, “I know. Let’s play ball, you can pressure me about things later.” 

“Have I mentioned I love you?” 

“I have a bat and I’m not afraid to use it.” 

He laughs, “Let me introduce the rest of the team; That’s Hotch, Rossi, Reid, Will, and Prentiss. The pregnant lady is JJ, the blonde is Haley, Hotch’s wife, and you know Baby Girl Garcia.” Penny waves at you and you wave back. Derek continues, “They’re going to keep an eye on the kids; Jack is Hotch’s son and Henry belongs to JJ and Will. You guys, this is my very first partner, Y/N. She also happens to have played some ball in college.” You give him a look and he holds his hands up in surrender, “I’m sorry, she had a full athletic scholarship to play ball.” 

Rossi grins, “That means we might actually have a shot.” 

Everyone heads to their positions as you take your place on the pitching mound. Three hours later you are beyond sore. It’s been awhile since you’ve used the muscles. Derek wraps an arm around your shoulder, “You were on fire out there!” 

“Thanks. I try.” 

“MOOOOOM!”

Your head whips towards a crying Jamie. He’s slipped on the bleachers. Before you can get there, Reid is in front of him and doing a close up magic trick. The tears slowly come to a stop, and you move closer to hear him reassure your son that he’s okay. 

Morgan squeezes you, “Reid is good with kids, he’s single, and a literal genius.” 

You groan, “Is that the real reason you asked me to come today? You want to set me up.” 

“Pretty boy has had his fair set of challenges including watching his girlfriend be killed in front of his eyes a year or so ago. You guys are into the same geeky stuff, and I just want you to be happy …” 

“You meddle more than those old church ladies you used to complain about.” 

He whispers in your ear, “Give him a chance.” 

You sigh. You haven’t been on a date since your husband’s death. You’ve been completely focused on Jamie and work … in that order. You suppose there’s no harm? You move forward, and smile when you see that he’s laughing now. You stop about a foot away. 

Jamie smiles at you, “Mama!” 

“Hi baby.” 

“Spencer showed me a magic trick!” 

Spencer smiles at you, “I hope that was okay.” 

“More than. Thank you, for helping him.” 

Jamie interrupts you, “Can I try the magic trick.” 

You bend down to his level, “How do we politely ask that?” 

Jamie grins and looks up at Spencer, “Excuse me, may I try the magic trick?” 

Spencer laughs, “Of course.” He hands the cards over, and Jamie trots a few feet away to go practice the trick. 

You watch him run off. There’s a moment of silence before he says, “He’s incredibly intelligent. He figured out how I did the trick.” 

You bite the inside of your cheek, “I know.” 

“Have you had him tested?” 

You shake your head, “No. But he could read by the time he was two, he’s taken apart more than one toaster, and he’s …” 

“A genius, and you’re terrified.” 

You laugh, “I’m scared I won’t be able to keep up.” 

“That doesn’t matter. Love him, be there for him, and take an interest in the things he likes, and he’ll be fine.” 

“Speaking from experience Dr. Reid?” 

He nods, “Also try to avoid public school … if you can.” 

You smile, “Bad experiences?” 

“You could say that. And if you need help or anything I’m happy to help.”  

You wrap your arms around yourself, and let out a breath, “That’s kind of you.” 

He shrugs, “Derek talks about him all the time. When he mentioned that Jamie was reading Lord of the Rings at age four I put two and two together.” 

“Do you think I should have him tested?” 

He shakes his head, “Wait until he goes to school. No use in labeling him early. It’s not going to change anything. Let him enjoy being a kid.” 

Derek was right, you like him. You hate when Derek is right. There’s a moment of silence and you ask, “Would you like to get dinner some time?” 

He blushes before he smiles and says, “I’d really like that.” 

“You can’t tell Morgan you realize?” 

“Absolutely. He’s been bugging me about meeting you for weeks, if he finds out his plan worked we’ll never hear the end of it.” 

You laugh, and call Jamie over. Unsurprisingly he’s already mastered the trick. Spencer makes a big deal out of praising him, and you say, “You know Jamie and I were going to go get ice cream, do you want to come?” 

“Really?” 

You nod, “Pre-date?” 

“Absolutely.” 

And the three of you start walking to the car, and you know that you’re never going to hear the end of this from Derek. 

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