#Boy was the unsub crazy

[minswriting]

West Coast - Aaron Hotchner x Reader

About: The team is in L.A, investigating a case where an unsub is killing couples involving an older man and a younger woman outside of clubs. You and Aaron end up undercover at a club, dancing together. What was an undercover investigation quickly becomes something of a different nature when a certain tension gets involved. And after the unsub gets caught and everything is settled, you get a visit from Aaron at your hotel room.

Warnings: NSFW Content, Minors Do Not Interact, regular criminal minds topics and violence, sexual tension, grinding, unprotected sex, p in v, lana del rey coded fr.

Word Count: 2,500 Words

Down on the West Coast they got a sayin'

"If you're not drinkin' then you're not playin'"

But you've got the music, you've got the music

In you, don't you?

Your hips moved graciously to the music as you danced sensually against Aaron. His hands gripped your hips, holding them close to you while his breath hit your neck. The moment was hot to say the least, literally and metaphorically. The club lights were blue and dimmed, the dance floor filled with fog and sweaty bodies. The club scene in Los Angeles was artistic, edgy. Perhaps you would’ve enjoyed it had the circumstances been different.

The BAU was in L.A, investigating a series of murders that involved couples outside of nightclubs. The couples were always with an older man and a younger woman. And after days of no luck in catching the guy, it had been agreed upon that Hotch and you go undercover. So here you were, grinding against your boss with your coworkers in the room, scattered around.

Down on the West coast, I get this feeling like

It all could happen, that's why I'm leaving

You for the moment, you for the moment

Boy Blue, yeah, you

As you swayed your hips to the music, your ass grazed Aaron’s crotch. You’d love to say it was accidental but you knew yourself. The heat of the moment was getting to you. You heard the shaky breath that escaped the lips that were right near your ear, his bulge pressing against you. The heat of the moment was getting to him too.

To say you had always had an attraction to your boss would be a bit of an understatement. Aaron was a constant presence in your fantasies ever since you had joined the team. With his authoritative presence and the way he took control, you often found yourself wondering if he were the same in the bedroom. And now that you’ve gotten yourself in this situation, those thoughts are skyrocketing.

“Keep dancing. There’s a man looking at the two of you on the other side of the room,” came Morgan’s voice in the ear piece that you were wearing. “Reid, are you able to get a clear view?”

“Affirmative,” said the genius over the ear piece.

Maybe you should be more concerned. You are in fact working. You’re supposed to be catching this unsub. But when Aaron grips you tighter and his lips are to the shell of your ear, your brain could hardly comprehend the rest of what’s going on around you. “Can you feel what you did to me?” He murmured into your ear, pressing himself closer to you. “Perhaps I should take you home later.”

It’s all just an act. You’re both professionals, putting on a facade to catch the bad guy. And yet it felt so real. With the obvious hard-on that Aaron was sporting, the obvious shakiness in his breath, the weakness you felt in your knees from his voice. It was all so much. And yet, it was all an act.

You're falling hard, I push away, I'm feeling hot to the touch

You say you miss me and I wanna say I miss you so much

But something keeps me really quiet, I'm alive, I'm a lush

Your love, your love, my love

I can see my baby swinging

His Parliament's on fire and his hands are up

On the balcony and I'm singing

Ooh baby, ooh baby, I'm in love

I can see my sweet boy swaying

He's crazy y cubano como yo, la-la

On the balcony and I'm saying

Move baby, move baby, I'm in love

I'm in love (I'm in love)

I'm in love (I'm in love)

That night, after the successful catching of the unsub, you had gotten back to your hotel room absolutely beat. Usually, after catching the bad guy, you guys are on the jet, going back to Virginia. But Aaron had requested that you all leave in the morning, exclaiming that you all deserved a night of genuine rest before traveling. So you had gotten back to your hotel room, took a shower, changed into pajamas, and were now sitting on the bed, reading when suddenly there was a knock at the door.

You frowned, checking the time. Who would be knocking at your hotel door at one in the morning? You got up from the bed, walking over to the door. You checked the peep hole, seeing Aaron standing out there still dressed in the outfit he wore at the club. You unlocked the hotel door, opening it. “Sir?” You said, looking confused at your boss. “Is everything alright?”

Aaron looked at you, eyeing you up and down for a moment as he took in your form. You were dressed in a tank top and shorts, revealing much more of your skin than he had seen before. You couldn’t help but feel a bit self conscious under his stare and yet you did nothing to move. Because you secretly loved it. After a moment of silence, Aaron cleared his throat, looking at your eyes. “I wanted to see how you’re holding up after tonight,” he said, his voice a bit rough.

Your heart fluttered in your chest as you bit your lip. “I’m good,” you said softly. “How are you holding up?”

“I’m good too,” he replied, nodding his head.

It was silent between the two of you. The tension was obvious at that point. Or maybe you were just tense. Who really knew? Nothing was said or done as you both just looked at each other. Until a few moments later.

You don’t really know who made the first move. All you knew was that your lips crashed with Aaron’s and he pushed the both of you into the hotel room, closing the door behind himself without his lips leaving yours. Clothes flew across the room, soft noises escaped your mouth as Aaron kissed you harshly and passionately. It had most definitely been pent up.

Down on the West coast, they got their icons

Their silver starlets, their Queens of Saigons

And you've got the music

You've got the music in you, don't you?

Down on the West coast, they love their movies

Their golden gods and Rock 'n' Roll groupies

And you've got the music

You've got the music in you, don't you?

You push it hard, I pull away, I'm feeling hotter than fire

I guess that no one ever really made me feel that much higher

Te deseo, cariño, boy, it's you I desire

Your love, your love, my love

The back of your legs hit the mattress as Aaron gently pushed you towards it. The both of you were naked, kissing passionately. The tension from the whole night just building up inside the both of you. Aaron pulled away from the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours. “If you want me to stop, now would be the time to let me know,” he whispered against your lips.

“Please don’t stop,” you whispered back, your hand trailing down his chest.

Aaron let out a shaky breath. “I want you so bad,” he said.

“Then have me.”

A statement that held so much power. It was all the consent that Aaron needed. “Sit down,” he commanded softly, gesturing to the edge of the bed. And of course you obeyed with no questions asked, taking a seat on the edge of the mattress.

It felt surreal to say the least. Your fantasies of your boss were becoming a reality. It had certainly been the energy from the club that really caused so much tension. Part of you was nervous about what would happen afterward. Sleeping with your boss is never a good idea. But whatever happened on the West Coast, stayed on the West Coast.

Aaron dropped to his knees in front of you, looking up at you with his beautiful brown eyes. He trailed his fingers from your ankle to your thighs, leaning down to press a small kiss on your right thigh before kissing the left thigh. He slowly pulled your legs apart, revealing your cunt to him. It was glistening, wet from nothing but just kissing him. And he adored it. “You’re already so wet for me,” he murmured.

“Only for you,” you murmured back.

“Yeah?” He asked, giving you a small smirk. “Good girl.” And without any hesitation, he dived in, licking a stripe from your clit to your hole and then back to your clit. You gasped and moaned, reaching to grip Aaron’s hair. When you say you had never gotten your pussy eaten this good, you truly mean it. Aaron was eating you out in ways you’d never felt before, diving into it as though he were a starving man who had just gotten food for the first time.

His nose was against your clit, rubbing it as he tongued your hole, lapping around your pussy. He let out his own soft noises, gripping your thighs so that you couldn’t move. And you? You most certainly were moaning like a whore.

I can see my baby swinging

His Parliament's on fire and his hands are up

On the balcony and I'm singing

Ooh baby, ooh baby, I'm in love

I can see my sweet boy swaying

He's crazy y cubano como yo, la-la

On the balcony and I'm saying

Move baby, move baby, I'm in love

Your first orgasm was absolutely gorgeous. Aaron had made you cum on his tongue in less than five minutes. You had clenched your thighs so hard around Aaron’s head that he thought for just a split second that he would pass out in between your thighs. And honestly, that wouldn’t be such a bad thing. You tasted heavenly, like nectar blessed by the Gods above.

“Aaron,” you moaned after your orgasm, desperately needing his cock inside of you. “Need you so bad,” you said, looking down at your handsome boss.

He looked up at you, face glistening with your juices as he slowly stood up. You couldn’t help but look at his cock, wanting it so badly. Aaron certainly wasn’t below average. His cock was about seven inches but my god was it girthy. It will stretch you out so nicely, in a way that you desperately craved. Your hole clenched at that very thought, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Aaron.

“You need my cock, pretty girl?” He asked softly, reaching down to grip his cock, pumping it slowly.

You nodded your head, giving a sultry pout as you looked up at Aaron. “Need your cock so bad, sir,” you exclaimed.

Aaron let out a soft moan at your words, especially to you saying ‘sir’. It sent a rush down to his cock. Your sultry and whiny voice, begging for him to take you. You calling him “sir” just was the cherry on top. You were perfect and he adored it. He adored you. “I’ll give you my cock, baby,” he exclaimed, moving so he could align himself to your pussy. He slowly eased himself inside of you, careful to not hurt you while also letting out a low moan.

You let out a loud moan, gripping the sheets below you as you clenched around his cock. The stretch certainly hurt though that was expected. You truthfully hadn’t had sex in quite awhile and Aaron was bigger than most people you’ve been with. Regardless, you were just glad to be filled. You craved it. As Aaron bottomed out, he stayed still for a few minutes, waiting for you to adjust to his size. You took a few minutes to get used to it, allowing your body time to relax. And soon, you were ready for him to move. “You can move,” you licked your lips, looking up at your boss.

Aaron took a moment to look at you, admiring your beauty. He couldn’t help it. You were just so beautiful. However, without any further hesitation, he began thrusting his hips slowly inside of you, making you both groan in pleasure. To say Aaron craved this was an understatement. He had wanted you since the day you had joined the team. It had taken everything in his power to make sure your relationship stayed strictly professional. And perhaps it will remain so when you guys get back to the East Coast. But tonight? Tonight was the night for indulging. Because the desire was simply just too much.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned underneath Aaron, closing your eyes in pleasure as his hips began moving faster. His cock thrusted in and out of you, stretching you so good and hitting that sweet spot inside of you. “Feels so good,” you whimpered in pleasure.

“God, you’re so tight,” Aaron let out a choked moan. Your pussy was clenching his cock, adding to his pleasure. “And so wet.” Your cunt was perfect, clenching him as though it were made for his cock and his cock only.

Aaron’s thrusts were hard and fast as he fucked you. The room was filled with the loud moans of the both of you while skin hit skin. The squelching of your pussy was echoing in the room. You could feel that heat building in your abdomen as Aaron’s cock hit your g-spot repeatedly. “Oh my god!” you moaned, throwing your head back.

Aaron could feel the pleasure building inside of him, ready to erupt inside of you at any given moment. “I’m so close, baby,” he groaned, looking down at you as he fucked you. Your tits were bouncing, your cheeks were flushed while your eyes were closed. You were moaning his name as a mantra just as he moaned yours. And soon, you were cumming around his cock with your back arching and your toes curling. Aaron followed suit, letting out a long “fuuuck,” as he came. His cum shot inside of you, rope after rope as he filled you.

When you both came down from your highs, Aaron pulled out of you slowly before collapsing onto the bed right next to you. You looked up at the ceiling, finally comprehending the fact that you fucked your boss and now the unknowns of what will happen afterwards were integrating your mind. But as Aaron took you into his arms, those thoughts slowly crawled away. It doesn’t need to be so complicated.

I can see my baby swinging

His Parliament's on fire and his hands are up

On the balcony and I'm singing

Ooh baby, ooh baby, I'm in love

I can see my sweet boy swaying

He's crazy y cubano como yo, la-la

On the balcony and I'm saying

Move baby, move baby, I'm in love

I'm in love

I'm in love

What happens in the West Coast stays in the West Coast.

[saint-cecilias]

listening to the 3rd act of 36 Questions again....for the 3rd time (5th) and my favorite part of this musical will ALWAYS be when a desperate Jase dragged his 4 year old kid along to meet up with Natalie/Judith even though his sitter fell through JUST CAUSE HE COULDN’T PASS UP THE CHANCE TO SEE HER AFTER 7 YEARS. 

a woman who lied to him about her identity the entire time they were married, a woman who kinda admitted that she either killed someone named Camille or had something to do with the cover up of Camille’s death, a woman who had fucked him up so badly emotionally that he ended up marrying his 4 year old’s mother whomst he definitely didn’t love just to prove to himself that he could get over Natalie/Judith. a probable wanted murderess.

spoiler alert: he did not get over her.  

and then what’s WORSE!!! (AMAZING!!) he proceeds to fully ignore said 4 year old son while he eye-fucks her for four minutes in public. both of them singing about the wayward and mercurial nature of truth and you just know that as soon as he can drop that kid off at its mother....he WILL be boning his probable wanted murderess ex-wife. 

like just if Netflix doesn’t do right by this adaptation.........i may burn down their HQ. 

[fyrewalkwithmee]

Temptations Pt.1

Early seasons Spencer x roommate reader. NSFW MDNI 18 +++

Part 2

Basically Reid and reader are roommates and are both pining over each other but don't know. Reader catches Reid getting off and kindaaa joins in🤭? Idk just read it.

Warnings: Perv!Spencer, Sub!Spencer, Perv!reader, voyeurism, mutual masturbation (but Spencer doesn't know), descriptions of masturbation both male and female. MOMMY KINK

1.1k words

I'm such a slut for subby, mommy kink early seasons Reid I'm sorry.😫

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Spencer Reid was a good roommate. That’s what he liked to tell himself when he let his temptations get the better of him. When his throbbing cock was gripped tight in his hand, his head thrown back in pleasure as he pumped himself desperately in order to reach a long-awaited release.

He found it difficult to get himself off while away on a case, always having to share a room with Hotch or Morgan and his mind being too distracted by whatever sick unsub they were trying to catch. When he would return home he would be left with a week's worth of sexual frustration that was only amplified by seeing you, his roommate, his friend and his biggest sexual muse.

He felt terrible for sexualising you when all you'd ever been was kind and supportive towards him. But he just couldn't help it, he was attracted to everything about you. Your outgoing personality, your kindness and understanding, your smile, your body… god your body drove him crazy. He had lost count of all the times you would ask him for his opinion on an outfit before going clubbing with your friends only for him to rub himself raw at the memory of your curves once you had left. Or during movie nights when you would slowly doze off and use his shoulder as a pillow, the scent of your shampoo suffocating him in the best way and making him uncomfortably hard. He would have to excuse himself and go to the bathroom, a pair of your panties in his hand as he wildly stroked his cock while trying to conceal his whimpers and moans. He always felt extreme guilt as soon as he would finish and it only worsened when you would apologise for falling asleep on him knowing that he had a problem with germs and touching. 

He tried to stop himself but it was no use, he knew that like everyone else in his life, you saw him as this awkward, lanky, sexually inexperienced boy and you could never be attracted to someone like that. So he continued fantasying about you because it was the closest he'd ever come to ever being with you or experiencing your non-platonic love. 

Readers Pov

Spencer Reid was a little perv… and so were you.

That's what you discovered last week when you came home late after seeing some friends, being extra quiet to make sure you didn't wake your roommate Spencer who must've been exhausted after flying home from a weeklong case. You turned off all the lights and slowly made your way past the kitchen towards your room, trying your best to navigate the pitch-black apartment. 

You were almost in the clear when you heard a strange sound escape the slightly ajar door of your roomates room. You stopped in your tracks thinking he might be having one of his nightmares and inched closer to his door to further investigate. It was then that you heard it, a strange sound like something wet being moved around quickly followed by breathy whimpers. It took a second for it to click before you realised what you were hearing. 

Spencer Reid your sweet, awkward, innocent roommate was masturbating. Your eyes widened in the darkness as you stood there frozen in place. Your mind was screaming for you to move but something else deep inside you wouldn't allow it, you knew you were attracted to Spencer but didn't think he would ever like you back. You weren't an intellectual like him, you were a loud, outspoken party girl who couldn't even finish a degree before getting bored and swapping to something new. It was entirely perverted but this could be your only chance to witness Spencer being sexual, even if it was with his hand and not you. 

You were pulled out of your thoughts by a loud desperate whine that sent sparks of arousal shooting right down to your core. You instinctively clenched your thighs to relieve some of the tension and closed your eyes so you could zone in on Spencer's movements and sounds. His breathing was erratic matching the impossible quick strokes of his hand around his cock. You could tell he was getting close by the way he began to whimper, the high-pitched sound had you cupping your pussy through your panties and you began to rub your palm back and forth. It was then that Spencer began to call out, 

“F-fuck. Feels so good baby please.” You could hear him squirming around in his sheets as he edged himself, the dirty sounds of his slickness becoming impossibly loud. You imagined how he would look with his sweaty hair stuck to his forehead, cheeks flushed and red matching the tip of his angry, throbbing tip. That thought alone was enough to have your wetness begin to soak into the soft cotton of your panties which you pulled aside to insert a finger. You clenched around yourself as your finger moved in and out, adding another one and having to use the door frame to keep you upright. 

You couldn't believe you were about to make yourself cum while creeping on your roommate, but the sensation of your own pleasure mixed with spencers sounds of desperation were too good to pass up. You heard Spencer's movements increase once again, his sweet moans filling your ears as you matched his frantic pace with your own. You were both so close to release, just needing that one last push to be thrown off the edge.

And then Spencer’s whines and curses were joined by something new,

“Oh fuck y/n. Y/n please mommy. Please mommy let me cum, let me cum.” 

You had no time to be shocked as both you and Spencer’s bodies were flung into your own intense climaxes. Spencer let out the most delicious whimpers as ropes of cum spurted all over his torso and you clung frantically to the doorframe, one palm over your mouth and the other working hard to ride out your orgasm to its completion. Once you had both come down all you could hear were Spencer’s laboured breaths and your own heart pounding in your ears. 

You stood frozen for a moment longer before quietly slipping into your room and collapsing onto your bed trying to process all that had just happened. A new and stronger sensation of want for the boy overcame you as you relived his cries for you and the way he submitted to you in his fantasies.

You couldn't believe that this was what he'd been thinking about doing with you all this time...

and you couldn't wait to make him admit it. 

[propertyofemilyprentiss]

“Home”

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x female!reader

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Summary: While working on a case, the memories of your past came flooding in, and Emily was there to comfort you in the aftermath.

TWs: violence, guns, mentions of abuse, childhood trauma

Word count: 3.1K

It has been a horrible couple of days, to say the least, and you hated when this happened - when a case hit a little way too close to home. Sure, you’ve learned to compartmentalize pretty well in those 2 years you had been working for the BAU, but this time it was different.

You couldn't shake the image out of your mind, the look on that boy’s face who managed to murder -execution style- three happy families before you caught him on his 4th one. The fear, the pain, the desperation - the eyes always tell the unspoken stories. It was almost like he was pleading you to get to him before he could destroy another family.

—

“Let me talk to him”, you told Hotch on the phone while you were riding with Emily to the house, “I know I can get him to surrender before he hurts them”.

Of course, Hotch knew your background and he checked up on you multiple times during the case - which you were grateful for, even though you didn’t actually like the extra attention that was obviously visible to the rest of the team. In addition, you also hated that they knew, on some level, that your background couldn’t have been a lot more different than the unsub’s.

Emily, who was glancing at you from time to time, fought really hard with herself to say nothing at your request. It was not her place to make that decision, even though her mind was screaming at her to say no, or to say something at all.

Also, you were too stubborn (or determined, as you liked to call it) to be talked out of this. She knew, but that didn't make her heart race any less.

”And I need to do it alone-“, you added but were immediately interrupted this time.

“Absolutely not!”, she almost yelled at your crazy request.

It felt like suicide, walking alone into a house where the murderer would not hesitate to shoot her - he proved that many times with the other families.

”Emily-“

”y/n”, you heard your name coming from the phone this time, “I know you see him different than we do-“

”I don't see him any different, I just know that if we all go into the house he’ll feel too threatened to even have a chance to cooperate. His instincts will kick in and then he will for sure not hesitate to use his gun. If I go alone, he won’t perceive me as a threat, and I'll have the chance to talk to him, whilst you can have my back from the outside”, you were determined to do this and you knew you had a good point of view.

There was pure silence for a few seconds.

”If at any point you feel like he won't cooperate, we’ll be coming in”, Hotch told you.

”Thank you”, you said, but you couldn't bear to look at Emily, you knew exactly the look that she was giving you right now.

You noticed her tensed greep on the steering wheel, how her knuckles were almost white and you knew deep down that she just wants you to be safe. But this was not her battle to fight, unfortunately. It was yours.

—

As you stepped into the house, you heard a terrifying scream coming from the living room, followed by the sound of a gun. You knew you only had a few minutes before the room would go completely silent forever.

With your gun in your hand, you rushed there as fast as you could.

”Danny Brant, my name is y/n y/l/n and I’m from the FBI”, you quickly scanned the room then, noticing how the husband was laying on the floor, being the one who was shot - you figured- but not deadly, and the wife was standing frozen next to him while the unsub had their little boy, who was just 6 years old from what Garcia told you.

“Stop! Don’t come any closer or I'm gonna shoot him!”, he yelled, but you noticed his hand trembling on the gun that was pointed to the kid's head.

”Oh my god!”, you heard the mom sobbing, “please don't do this!”.

However, he didn't even look at her, his whole attention was on you and the weapon that was pointing at him.

”You’re not, Danny , we both know that you don't want to hurt him. You’re just trying to get rid of all the pain that lies within yourself right now, but this is not the solution”, you looked at him, almost as desperately as he was looking at you, hoping that he would understand, “you can still fix this, just let me help you”.

”You want to help me?”, he scoffed, “don’t pretend like you’re any different from the others, you don't care about me, you don’t understand-“

”But I do”, you took a deep breath, lowering your gun and putting it on the floor. There was no going backwards now. “I understand, the world didn't treat you with the kindness that it treats other people and it hurts. Your parents didn't give you the unconditional love that every child deserves and it hurts even more. You suffered alone through the abuse, through years of not hearing “I love you” not even once, and you wondered what was wrong with you all this time. You tried anything in your power to make them proud, to make them smile when they were looking at you, despite the fact that you were their punching bag every single day, and nothing worked. So the pain turned into anger until you couldn't control it anymore - it controlled you. I understand”, your voice almost cracked, but you knew you were getting through him.

Hope filled your chest as you continued.

”You turned your anger towards happy homes, towards the things that life did not give you, but it gave to others, because it's not fair, is it?”

”Why not me?”, tears pricked his eyes, but for once in his life, he finally felt understood - although he was not ready to let go yet.

”I asked myself the same question many times, Danny, and I still don't know the answer. But what I can tell you is that inflicting your pain on others will not make yours go away. What you already did cannot be undone, but you can still make the right decision here. Please, let the little boy go”, you pleaded, knowing that this was his only chance before the team would have to intervene.

Immediately, he just started crying, loosening his grip on the kid and putting the gun on the floor. No words were spoken, he just watched as you approached him with the cuffs in your hands, then glanced to the mother who was hugging her son like her life depended on it and ultimately to all the other agents that were entering the house

“I'm so sorry”, was all he said before you handed him to another police officer.

You hurried to get out of the house, not being able to stay there even for a few more seconds. Everyone worriedly looked at you as you passed through them - you knew they heard everything, but you were too exhausted to feel anything. You just wanted to rot in your hotel room for the rest of the night, for once being grateful that you weren’t leaving until the next day.

Only when you were finally outside, you felt like you could breathe again.

You went back to the hotel before anyone else.

—

You’ve lost count of how many times the scene played in your head, and each time, your chest felt a little bit heavier than before. You couldn't arrange the thoughts in your head, you couldn't do anything more than just breathe.

This wasn't like you, it wasn't supposed to get to you this much, especially after experiencing cases that were much more disturbing than this one. But it still did, and you hated it.

Hated how weak you felt.

The wound you tried so meticulously to heal over time reopened in a matter of days, but this wasn't even your main concern. You just wanted to show your team that you were just as capable to do your job as everyone else, but was the cost worth it?

Your thoughts were interrupted by a sudden knock on the door and you already knew who it was. You don't even know how much time has passed from the moment you left the scene until now, to you it felt like hours. And for the first time in those days, getting out of bed didn't feel like a chore anymore.

“Emily-”

”y/n”, you both spoke at the same time.

You saw the concerned look on her face and you wished you could make it go away. Wished that you didn’t have to carry so much pain within yourself, that you couldn’t even talk about it with the person you love the most.

She immediately hugged you and you melted in her embrace. With her arms around you, it was the only time your mind was quiet.

“Look at me”, she gently said, lifting your chin to look into your glossy eyes, ”Oh, my sweet angel. I know you’re not okay, and if you want to talk about it, I’m here. Always. I love you. You don't have to be alone in this”.

But it's all you’ve known in your entire life. You have always been careful about what you let out about yourself to others, too scared of confessing your struggles to the few people who actually cared and loved you, thinking that they would leave.

Because who would want to love the mess of a person you were?

“y/n?”

Shit, you’ve been silent for too long.

“Can we j-just, uhm, lay in bed for a while?”, your voice came out more of a whisper, fearing that you would break down right then and there if you actually spoke out loud.

”Of course, come here”, Emily took your hand in hers and guided you right back to where you were a few minutes ago.

Instinctively, you laid your head on her chest as she was holding you, taking in the scent of her perfume. You smiled - it was your favorite.

It was silent for a while, which you were grateful for. Emily never pushed you into doing anything you weren't ready to do. But it suddenly became too much - the comfort of her hand caressing through your hair, the dozens of kisses that she was leaving wherever she could - the top of your head, your forehead, your hand that she was holding into hers - the sweet, encouraging words that she was whispering to you with the most loving tone you’ve ever heard in your life, the tears that threatened to form from the beginning of the day managed to betray you and escape this time.

From that moment, it was too late to stop them. So you cried. You let the tears carry away the pain, the emotions that you’ve bottled up these past few days, the feeling of failure and the struggles that you’ve carried on your shoulders all your life.

And Emily was there, just as she promised, holding you, soothing you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as your tears fell on her chest until you had no more left.

“I’m sorry”, was all that you were able to say.

“Sweetheart, you have nothing to apologize for”, she said, lifting you for a bit so that your eyes would meet.

There was nothing but sincerity in them.

”But I have, Em. I've ruined your shirt, I worried you all day, we've barely spoken since we got here about anything that didn't include the case and I’m so, so sorry”, your body fell back into her embrace, a part of you clinging to her in the desperation of not wanting her to leave.

”Angel, I don't care about the shirt, it will dry eventually. I care about you. So about the rest - yes, I’ve been worried, because I love you and I want to help you. You’re not alone, even if your mind is telling you that”, she sighed, rubbing circles on your back, “I wish I could take your pain away and only see that beautiful smile of yours, but life isn't that easy. So you never have to apologize for something that was never in your control, okay?”

You exhaled sharply, not even acknowledging that you were not breathing in the first place. She was right, of course she was, but apologizing was all you’ve ever known. And you wanted nothing more than to let her through your walls, but that was not something you’ve ever done with anyone.

You have always been alone.

“I love you too, Em”, you said, looking down at your intertwined hands, “I just don't know how to do this…where do I even start?”

”How about you tell me what’s on your mind right now?”

You sighed again, a chuckle coming from your mouth. At least you don’t have to tell everything, thanks to your conversation with the unsub.

“I guess I’ve never been good at letting things go. I mean, it was a long time ago. It technically doesn't matter anymore. And yet, I cannot let it go, a part of me always knew that, but I had buried it deep enough to not affect me until, well, now”.

You took a deep breath again before continuing, holding slightly tighter onto Emily.

”You know why I wanted to go in that house alone today?”, you asked, wanting to make her understand, “He's 18, the same age I was when I was finally able to move out of my parent's house. I applied to universities that were far away from where I lived and managed to get a good scholarship in the process. I've never talked to them since”, a single tear runs down your cheek as you speak, the sorrowful feeling of recalling those unwanted memories hovering over you, “I wanted to give him the opportunity to have his own life, away from his family, even if that meant in jail”.

”But that anger, I understood it. The anger of having to spend my life recovering from things that I should have been protected from. The anger of losing the carefree, happy child that I once was and being forced to grow up, to take care of myself on my own”, you spoke with the suffering that you endured, and Emily's heart broke.

She knew you weren't done, but she already hated your parents for everything they’ve done to you. But she didn’t say a word, instead she took your hand to her lips, while she used the other to hold you tight.

”And there was also the confusion, you know? Why wasn’t I ever enough, why couldn't I gain their love no matter how much I’ve tried. Sometimes I would lay awake late at night, staring at the ceiling and wondering if I was doomed from the moment I was born or if I was at least loved when I was too little to remember it”, your voice cracked at the end, the too familiar ache in your chest consuming you once again, “Am I so hard to be loved?”

”No. y/n, look at me”, Emily said in an instant, cupping your chin for you to look into her eyes, “I absolutely despise them for putting you through this, for making you question your worth, because, my angel, loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done in my entire life, you hear me? I love everything about you, from your perfect eyes that I get lost into every time I look at you, to your beautiful, contagious smile that lights up the room and which makes my day go from 0 to 100 in a split second”, she immediately noticed the faint smile on your face, and her chest blossomed with love.

“But it doesn't stop here. I love how whenever we spend time at each other’s places, you always wake up a little bit earlier than me in order to make coffee, even though you hate waking up early. I love how your eyes spark with happiness whenever one of your favorite songs comes on the radio and how you immediately start singing it to me. I love watching the stars with you from my bedroom. I love the fact that I get to know the soft side of you which you never show around the others. I love every movie we watch from the start simply because you’re next to me. I love slow dancing in the living room with you even if you always say you're a terrible dancer”, she laughs at the memories of those amazing days that she wouldn't trade for anything in the world.

”Em, I am a terrible dancer”, you giggled with her, a new set of tears appearing.

But these ones weren't carrying the agony of your horrible past, but the comfort and gratitude towards the woman that turned your life around and showed you the definition of love.

”You're not!”, she exclaimed, wiping your tears away, “But this was not the point here. The point is, you’re not hard to love, not at all, not to me. And I’m so sorry that your parents couldn't see what an amazing daughter they had, but ultimately it’s their loss. I know it hurts you nonetheless, but you’re so strong angel, and I’ve always admired that about you. You’ll carry those memories of everything that happened for the rest of your life, but it's still going to be okay. And whenever it doesn’t feel like it, I’ll be there to remind you”, she placed a kiss on your forehead, hoping you understood that you’re not alone - not anymore.

You didn't know what to say, the shock of someone understanding your pain, your past, and still loving you put you at a loss of words. You slowly got up from her embrace and kissed her, softly and gently, with the weight of a thousand unspoken words.

Pulling back, you looked at her hopeful smile, her glistening eyes, and you wondered how you got so lucky to be able to call her your girlfriend.

“Thank you, Em”, you genuinely smiled, “Thank you for finding me worthy of love, despite the mess that I am”.

“y/n, we’re all a mess in our own ways. But thank you for letting me see yours, because it only made me love you more”.

You placed a tended kiss on her lips once more before melting into her embrace once again, exhaustion filling your body.

And right there, in her arms, with your head on her chest, listening to her beating heart, you’ve never felt safer.

You knew then - you have found your home.

[vangelini]

If you’re interested Can you write a fic Where reader has met Spencer’s mom and she absolutely loves reader and r mentions in front of the team when they have a case in Vegas and says “if we have time can we go see mom?” So the team thinks that they’re dating. They both get all flustered and deny repeatedly. Eventually the get together and kiss maybe where the team saw? So they’d go like “aweee” making them both embarrassed again.

Secret’s Out | Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: A visit with Diana Reid makes you realize how badly you want your relationship to be public. Luckily, Thanks to the team’s snooping, you don’t have to worry much longer.

Tags: fluff, established relationship, BAU! Reader

Warnings: none

Words: 1.7k

A/N: i accidentally lied about how long this was gonna take 🤷‍♀️ IM SORRY, I GOT SICK (it’s not covid though yaaaaay) enjoy 💕💕

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There were so many things you loved about dating Spencer— his ranting as his long fingertips combed through your hair, the cheeky tight-lipped smile he looked up at you with when he wanted to hold you, the thoughtful coffee dates and foreign film movie nights. You could probably go on indefinitely. One thing you DIDN’T love was keeping it all a secret.

Spencer wasn’t a fan either, but you both knew that this wasn’t something you wanted floating around the office, or, God forbid, an unsub’s criminal plan somehow involving your relationship. So, it is what it is. You were left with two real places you could be a couple: each others apartments, and around Spencer’s mom.

You ADORED her, and she returned the same sentiment tenfold.

The first time you met, you had been, admittedly, and reasonably so, scared shitless. You had heard little tidbits of information about her through the proverbial grapevine. Penelope told you about how she was in some sort of facility in Vegas, and you overheard some ballsy intern talking about how it was actually an ‘asylum’ because she was ‘crazy’. This pissed you off a little, but Spencer reassured you that it was not a big deal. But, no matter what he told you, or how many times he calmed your doubts, standing in that common room in front of Diana Reid was terrifying.

What if she didn’t like you? What if she thought you weren’t good enough for him? What if you didn’t get along and you would sit in awkward silence as she scowls at you and-

“Spencer, is this the girl you’ve been writing me about?” She smiled wide at her son. He nodded sweetly, something glimmering in his eyes. Your heart pounded a little, but that melted away when she wrapped her arms around you, speaking into your ear. “I already like you, sweetheart,” you could hear the smile in her voice, and you couldn’t help but join her.

The three of you spent hours together— finishing a puzzle she started, talking about your favorite books and stories, stories of the favorite boy you two shared. You were all disappointed, when you had to leave.

“Please visit again soon, sweetheart,” she hugged you, turning to Spencer, whispering something in his ear that was purposely just loud enough for you to overhear. “This one’s a keeper, Spence,” she kissed him on the cheek, waving you goodbye.

“Spence?” You grabbed hold of his hand that searched for yours by his side, and he started rubbing your knuckles with his thumb, a habit you loved about him.

He hummed a little in response, pulling you closer.

“I think I love her,” you smiled.

—

That brought you here, sitting next to Spencer, reasonably spaced out, to avoid suspicion, on the jet toward a new case— a new case in Las Vegas. He read through the file for a third time in the past minute and a half, deft fingers moving along the print. You watched in awe of your boyfriend, the focused look on his face making your heart flutter.

“Spence…” you gently interrupted, nudging him gently on the knee. He broke his eyes from the pages, looking down at you. He smiled. You knew he loved you, but it was times like this— when his eyes would immediately dilate, a small smile effortlessly pulling up on his lips, that made you really believe it.

“What’s up?”

“Since we’re in Vegas,” you started, putting a hand on his knee. He grabbed it. “If we have time, could we visit your mom?” The room must have gotten too quiet, right before you said that, because everyone seemed to hear your innocent suggestion.

“You two making plans, over here?” Morgan jested, flashing a signature smile that you had been Pavlov-ed into associating with teasing. You looked at him curiously, not yet understanding his point. “You two going to visit Reid’s mama? What, are you finally gonna ask for his hand in marriage, Pretty Girl?” He chuckled, proud of his joke. You both blushed harshly, scooting away from each other subconsciously.

“Morgan, don’t say stupid stuff,” you laughed nervously, occupying yourself with the file in your hands, trying not to look at your boyfriend’s same flustered expression. “It makes you sound… I don’t know, stupid,” you scoffed at you inability to come up with anything other than that.

“Sooo,” Emily started, smiling wide at the scene in front of her, tickled a little by Reid’s unconscious, nervous leg bouncing. “You’re NOT going on a solo couples excursion?”

Spencer brushed his hair behind his ear, clearing his throat. “Actually, it’s not at all odd for someone to be well acquainted with their friends’ parents,” he pursed his lips, wetting them with his tongue nervously. “When I was a child, I had more in common with the parents of kids in my class, than I did my friends themselves. Studies show-“

You kicked his leg a little, trying to signal that he was digging himself in a hole. He pursed his lips and went quiet.

“I love making the kiddos uncomfortable as much as the next guy, but let’s reconvene on this case,” Rossi interrupted, flashing you an apologetic smile. You sighed and returned the gesture, as the team went back to the former subject. Reid slid back next to you, looking down at you with big, brown eyes. Behind the prying eyes of the team, he hooked his pinky finger with yours, smiling, as he started scanning over the crime scene photos, again.

—

It was a quick case, thankfully. Forty eight hours after you arrived in Vegas, the hostages were returned home, and the unsub was arrested. The team let out a collective sigh of relief and went out to lunch to celebrate. Well, the team MINUS you and Spencer.

“It makes me so happy that my mom loves you so much,” Spencer pulled you closer, walking toward the exit of the facility, his had tangled in yours.

“Gosh, me too,” you laughed, still giddy from getting to visit your boyfriend’s mom, something that always made your day better. He waved a small goodbye to the staff, opening the door for you. “Rossi said he would come pick us up, right?” You squeezed his hand, his free one moving to cup your cheek. You leaned into his touch, sighing and closing your eyes, the warm summer sun beaming onto your faces. He hummed a small ‘yeah’, swaying with you in the light.

“Y’know…” Spencer started talking. You opened your eyes, looking up at his face, strands of hair shielding his eyes a little. “We don’t HAVE to keep our relationship a secret,” he pushed a piece of hair behind your ear, one hand moving to hold your waist. His eyes searched yours for a reaction. You cocked your head to the side. This notion was a little out-of-nowhere for him.

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” he looked up in thought, eyes squinting from the sun. “When we were in there, we didn’t have to keep anything a secret. We didn’t have to walk on eggshells to keep anything in the dark. We were just,” he stopped, looking down at you. “Y’know, us,” he smiled, both hands holding your waist. He was right, and you knew that. More than anything, you wanted to be able to grab his hand without making sure the coast was clear. He wanted to sit so close to you, you couldn’t breathe. You wanted to be able to smile and laugh and be with him without trying to keep it under wraps. He wanted you more than anything.

“Alright,” you put your hands around the nape of his neck, and he sighed. He loved that.

“You mean it?” He smiled, a little surprised you agreed so quickly.

“Yeah,” you laughed a little. “I mean, once the team knows, we’ll have to have a talk with Hotch about work-home balance,” Spencer laughed at that, knowing you were right. “Penelope, Emily, and Morgan will want all the details,” he rubbed small circles into your skin, his smile not fading from his face.

“And Rossi is gonna make us have the talk,” he chimed in, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“So that’s it? We’re gonna tell everyone we’re dating?” Your smile was wide, hands combing through the hair at the base of his head. Spencer just nodded, pulling you close to him in a kiss. He smiled into your lips, wrapping his hands all the way around you, then bringing them up to your face. He pulled away, smiling, opening his mouth to say something.

“I-“

“Awwweee!” Your heads spun around to the road, team members’ heads sticking out the window of the van, Rossi in the driver’s seat.

“Reid, you sly dog!” Morgan whistled, smiling wide. Spencer blushed, dropping his hands from your face and laughing nervously. He stuffed his hands into his pockets. You looked between them, then bursted into laughter.

“I guess that’s one way to let them know,” you looked up at your boyfriend. He ran his fingers through his hair.

“I guess so,” he shrugged with a smile, grabbing your hand and walking toward the vehicle.

The secrecy, thankfully, came to and end.

But the rest of it all was just starting.

[ricflairdrip20]

Rough Case, Soft Served Date (Emily Prentiss x Reader)

Symposis: You and Emily indulged yourselves with some ice cream after a rough case, and silliness ensued.

You and the BAU team spent a week in Deer Lodge, Montana investigating a child abduction case that resulted in the death of 9 children. It was a really difficult case, not only because the two UnSubs who posed as a married couple did an excellent job in concealing themselves and deceiving the community by getting involved in the investigation, but because there’s a number of families that you had to inform about their child’s death.

Your team managed to capture the UnSubs, but not before stealing the life of a nine year old boy, who was abducted just a day prior from the park after being lured to helping them find their lost puppy, which they did with the other victims.

Upon arresting the UnSubs, you and Emily went to inform the mother of the latest victim. After hearing her scream her lungs out, you and your fellow agent sadly walked back to the SUV.

It was a quiet ride back to the station, and you leaned your head on the window. You sighed woefully.

“This has been the longest week of my life,” you mumbled. Emily looked at you, as if agreeing with you. You really understood each other and it was the unspoken interaction that did it.

After relaxing yourself on the plane and drowning yourself in a world of a novel about a lady who relocated to Italy for a new life who somehow found herself testifying as a witness in a murder trial.

“Hey,” your ears shot up at the sudden sound of a familiar voice you always looked forward to hearing.

“What say you and I grab some ice cream when we get back to Quantico?” For the first time in days, a big smile grew on your face.

“Sure.”

You find yourself sitting at an outdoor table with Emily at an ice cream parlor run by a sweet middle aged couple, ordering a bowl of non-dairy ice cream. You two hate dairy. For Emily, she’s lactose intolerant, for you, you simply choose not to consume it due to veganism.

You sighed sadly as you dipped your spoon into your cookie dough flavored sweet.

“Wanna talk about it?” Emily asked. You sighed again.

“This case was god-awful. These families… losing their babies who didn’t even make it to two digits. You’d think after years of doing my job, I’d get used to it. All it taught me is that there’s some really sick people out there. Really sick people. Crazy thing is, someone out there is probably committing a crime right now that requires our attention that nobody knows is happening, except for God.”

“I know, but the best thing about what we do is that we bring closures to the families and the community nationwide.” You nodded. You were so repulsed by the ugliness of this case that you almost forgot that there’s people that really appreciate your dedication to solving the crime.

“Hey,” you looked up from your bowl and before you realized it, Emily booped your nose with ice cream on her fingertip. You laughed at the silliness, forgetting the rough week the BAU had. You can always count on Emily to make your day.

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

after reading “Allergies (Not Really)” I CRAVED more Reader and Mia, and I brainstormed many ideas until I thought of the perfect one.

A couple years later, there’s a case in the town Mia now stays at. Reader and Hotch were talking to the principal at Mia’s school and Mia was walking in the halls, spotted Reader, and immediately ran to him, hugging him. Reader was shocked, but quickly recognized the girl and nearly starts crying.

(If you choose to do this, you can add/get rid of anything :D)

A/N: Annnd I'm back. I think? Anyways, this has been in the making for yonks so hopefully you enjoy it. Also, sorry if you've been tagged twice I kind of just went crazy and made sure everyone was definitely tagged aha.

Description: Mia and reader reunite, chaos ensues.

Warnings: gun shots, unsubs go to the school, guns, schools targeted, criminal minds levels of violence (maybe even on the slightly tamer side).

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"(Y/N), you're with me, we're heading to the school," Hotch says and you nod. That didn't seem too bad. You both headed there, talking to the principal for a while, trying to gather the facts, gathering everything the principal could offer in relation to the case. You suspected that the unsub that was attacking the students was a previous student here (or possibly multiple previous students).

Mia's eyes widen when she spots you in the corridor, dropping her bag, she races towards you.

You stumble on impact, confusion covering your face, "Wha-?"

She looks up at you as she quickly wipes her eyes, "Texas?"

"Mia?!" Your eyes widen, "Holy-" You cut yourself off, reminding yourself that you were in a school. Mia doesn't say anything, simply hugging you tighter and you follow suit, trying to ignore the stinging in your eyes and the lump beginning to form in the back of your throat.

She grins up at you, seeing your eyes red rimmed, "Let me guess, allergies?"

"Yep." You answered with a nod.

A boy jogs up to the pair of you, holding a bag in his right hand in addition to his backpack. "Mia you... ran off... so fast..." The boy gasps out, placing his free hand on his hips, face flushed. "Nearly.... trampled to... death..."

Mia rolls her eyes, "You're so dramatic," She laughs and the boy shoots her a grin.

"But it was good acting though."

"Mediocre at best," Mia teases.

"Who's this?" You ask Mia, turning to the boy stood next to her.

"This is my boyfriend, Jake," She smiles and you give her a soft smile before turning to Jake (the smile quickly disappearing). "Jake, this is the FBI agent I met when, you know..."

"Nice to meet you, Sir," Jake says, giving you a small smile, "Mia's told me a lot about you."

"I'm sure you're a nice kid," You said slowly, choosing your words carefully. "But if you hurt her, I have a gun n I ain't afraid to use it,"

"(Y/N), you can't go around threatening people," Hotch said, sighing deeply.

"It's merely a warnin',"

"Okay, chill your beans, Texas," Mia huffs, "Jake's a nice guy, so just chill,"

"I'm just sayin'-"

"Chill, Texas." Mia said, crossing her arms before she furrows her eyebrows, "What are you doing here anyway?"

"Recent murders," You said, "BAU got called in,"

"That makes sense," Jake nodded slightly.

"How about you? You have anyone special?" Mia grins as your cheeks tint pink. "Oh my god you do?! Who are they?!"

"You remember Agent Jareau?" When Mia nods, you continued, "She and I are... courtin',"

"Courting?" Mia snorts, "So you're dating?! How's that going?"

"'S goin' good," You said with a small nod, "But I ain't 'bout to talk to a kid about my datin' life,"

Mia rolls her eyes, "You know I'm not a kid, right?"

"Nah, you're still a kid," You replied and she huffed slightly.

A few days had passed, everything was fine until Hotch sent you back to the school to check in to see if the principal had thought of anything new that would aid the investigation when everything went…tits up.

There was, in fact, a group of unsubs and, after you had made your way to the library. It was a relatively small library but a library nonetheless.

You press your hand firmly against the steadily bleeding wound on your stomach, what with the gun pressed to your head and the threats of the unsub shooting a student, you force yourself to stay still. You could take them all and you weren't good to any of them dead.

The most you can do is talk, try to distract them long enough for the team to breach. "You've got me, surely that's enough?" Are the words that pool out of your mouth.

"Why would that be enough?"

"Can I reach into my back pocket to grab my ID?" The unsub nods, the other's finger close to the trigger, just in case. You reach behind you with your least bloody hand, fishing your badge from your back pocket. "I'm SSA (Y/N), I work for the FBI as a part of the Behavioural Analysis Unit."

"Well, well, well, we bagged ourselves an FBI agent!" The leader cheers, you watch out of the corner of your eye as Mia jumps, clinging on to Jake's hand like a lifeline.

"Let the kids go." You say, "They'll be more willin' to cooperate with you."

"Oh, we don't want their cooperation." He sneers, "We want to cause as much pain and suffering as possible before we go out. Now... who should we start with?" His eyes glide across the room before they land on Mia. "You. Come here."

"Hey, no, leave the kids out of this-" Your head snaps to the side as the butt of the gun collides with your head.

You watch as Jake moves in front of her. "I'll take her place."

"No, Jake-"

Jake shoots her a soft smile before shaking his head, "It's alright."

"Aw, how sweet." The unsub taunts. Jake walks forward until he's in front of the unsub.

You stagger to your feet, "Why don't you stop bein' pathetic and targettin' kids, huh?" You raise an eyebrow, "What is it, you that weak that you can only ass'rt dominance over kids?"

He points the gun and you force yourself to stand, tackling him to the floor. When his gun clatters, you reach for it, aiming it and taking the unsub’s out, one by one.

The gun shoots as you had tackled him to the group, piercing Jake's stomach. When you tackled the unsub to the floor, he had squeezed the trigger on instinct. You manage to grab the gun, shooting him, and then his friends, one by one. They're sluggish to react, not having expected this.

And soon enough, they're all down. You go to them, one by one to take their weapons. You then turn to the students to make sure they're all alright. Your eyes immediately shoot to Mia, and the figure on the ground next to her. You stagger to them, dropping to your knees.

You quickly wipe one hand down your jeans, cleaning the blood off it as much as you can before you push down against Jake's stomach to stem the bleeding.

"Just hold on,” You give him a reassuring smile before you turn to Mia, “Mia, you need to run down the hall, let people know we're in here."

"But Jake-"

"I've got him, you need to get help,"

Mia nods before she rushes off.

"Jake?" You shake him ever so slightly and his eyes flutter open to look up at you, "Mia's gone to get you some help, you just need to hold on," Jake gave a shaking nod.

"Mia-?"

"Is absolutely fine. You did good kid, real good." You give him a small smile, pressure still on the wound.

"Thanks," Jake bites out, grinding his teeth in pain.

"And hey, you're taking this really well. I know grown men who cry for their Mamas," You say, giving him a reassuring smile.

Jake huffs a small laugh, wincing slightly. And soon enough, Mia runs back in with some medics and your team.

You look up at them, "they're all down, gsw. Only Jake here is injuried, I believe." You say.

Hotch raises an eyebrow, "And yourself," He says.

You shake your head, "'M fine, sir,"

"Liar," Is all Hotch replies with. You huff, "Don't even try to argue it. You're both going to the hospital."

Turning, you look at Jake and decide not to argue. You give a short nod.

[cumulo-stratus]

(dividers by @cafekitsune <3)

Fluff- ☀️ Angst- 🌧️ Angst w/ comfort- 🌦️ Moodboard- 🌨️

Requests- open!

last updated- 5/10/24

SERIES -

Flufftober -

one fic for everyday of october based around a fluffy prompt, (im sure we all know the drill by now <3)

Long Gone[e.p] ☀️ - emily and reader share their first kiss in the after hours of the bau

Rainy Love [s.r]☀️ - y/n has always loved the rain, and decides to share that love with spencer (ps this was idea was inspired by a fic by the lovely user @ssa-atlas-alvez <3)

I’ll Remember for us [s.r] ☀️ - the team goes to Los Angeles, and y/n (the ever emotionless and stone cold profiler with a soft spot for spencer) is chasing an unsub when they fight and falls, getting a concussion and fractured wrist, spencer is there for him. (no prior romantic relationship, just friends)

Rain Soaked Sleep [s.r] ☀️ - Y/n and Spencer get home after a long week at the BAU and a rainy drive home, ready to fall asleep to the sound of rain.

Oh How I Love Loving You[s.r] ☀️ - Y/n and spencer share their first dance as a married couple at their fall wedding in y/ns hometown in new england

Softest Curls in All the Kingdom [s.r] ☀️ - Y/n enjoys playing with spencers hair on jet back home

“They’re Ours!” [s.r] ☀️ - My HC's around Spencer and sharing clothes over the course of your relationship.

There’s nothing wrong with being different[s.r] ☀️ - Spencer and his husband talk to their daughter when she gets in trouble for punching someone (daughter is 10)

Soaked in Adoration[s.r] ☀️ - My HC's around spencer and bathing/showering with his partner

“For Me?”[s.r] ☀️ - Y/n brings spencer an early Christmas gift relating to their shared special interest of the sci-fi fantasy series Dune

“You do this everyday?”[s.r] ☀️ - y/n has a pretty popular cooking channel and one day after y/n doesnt edit out spencer givving y/n a kiss when he gets home the fans go crazy wanting a video where you bake together so you make a vid answering questions while making a fall recipe

Love in the form of paper[s.r] ☀️ - Spencer tries to teach his best friend how to make an origami heart- but y/n still struggles

“Lend me some vanilla?” [s.r] ☀️ - Y/n goes to spencers house to ask spencer if he has any vanilla extract when theres a possible gas leak and no ones allowed to leave their aparment until the morning when someone can come check it out...

Sneaky snuggles [s.r] ☀️ -y/n is woken up to a surprise of his boyfriend being home- despite the fact that his case was supposed to run at least another day or two.

The good days [s.r] ☀️ - spencer and y/n go stargazing, and y/n indulges spencer with facts about his special interest- astronomy

Protector[s.r] ☀️ - after an unsub tries to hurt y/n, spencer steps in.

Lover -

the love story of y/n l/n and Spencer Reid

Ours ☀️ - Spencer finally has a conversation with the boy on the train

Enchanted 🌦️ - Spencer's insecurities grow in his friendship with y/n when he finds out about Gina

More coming soon…

ONE SHOTS -

Criminal Minds -

Like we always do [s.r] 🌦️ - (request) after Spencer proposes to his partner they decide they have to tell Spencer what they had been thinking about for months- and Spencer is always ready to support his partner

Communication issues [s.r] ☀️ - reader is from France and lived there until he was 11/12 and then moved to america and his first language is french. He also has a little bit of an accent. Basically reader is new to the team and it is their first late night back home on the jet with him. And basically they learn that when hes tired he reverts back to his mother tongue.

The fencer [s.r]☀️ - reader is a fencer and is competing in the 2023 mens saber nationals and spencer invites the team to cheer on his boyfriend. (Could be read as ftm) (Also spencer is like low key autistic in this)

Smart cookie [s.r]☀️ - (request) reader asks for readers help with a new tattoo he wants, and when reader calls Spencer a smart cookie Spencer gets flustered, and reader can't help himself

Love like a fathers [s.r]🌦️ - (request) Y/n gets hurt protecting spencer from an unsub, and they spend some time together in the hospital.

Flashback [s.r]🌦️ - spencer discusses his thoughts around having kids with his spouse after putting their daughter Diana to bed (written for @cmgiftexchange)

New Years Kiss [s.r]☀️ - You and Spencer share a New Years kiss at Rossi's house to celebrate

The Little Things [a.h]☀️ - (request) you notice all the little things Aaron does for you everyday (could be read as romantic or platonic)

Fantozzi [s.r] ☀️ - (request) The BAU decides to have a movie night at Rossi's house, and Spencer you and Spencer find a quiet corner to sit in. You both fall asleep and cuddling ensues..

Glitter Girl [p.g] ☀️ - (request) Penelope and her best friend share some banter over the phone

French Press Coffee [s.r] 🌦️ - (request) Spencer insist you take a break despite your objections

Embrace [s.r] 🌦️ - spencer doesnt feel like hes anything more than his intelligence, but ethan proves him wrong.

Home is with him [s.r] 🌦️ - Spencer comes home to find you struggling, and does his best to help

More coming soon…

MCU -

Ill always be here [m.j]🌦️ - you come out to your parents and they kick you out after your dad slaps you but mj comforts you and lets you stay with her. 

“You know your really pretty?” [m.j]☀️ - its late and y/n cant sleep so theyre ranting to MJ, its basically just a bunch of fluff crammed into a couple paragraphs

More coming soon...

Criminal Minds -

“They’re ours!”[s.r] ☀️ - Sharing clothes with Spencer Reid

BAU/Autism [s.r] ☀️ - How the team supports you and your autism

Soaked in adoration [s.r] ☀️ - Bath time with spencer headcannons

Dating Aaron [a.h] ☀️ - what would it be like to date Aaron Hotchner?

More coming soon…

Criminal Minds -

An indie fall with Spencer [s.r] 🌨️ - (request) A moodboard for an indie fall with spencer <3

A rainy day in with Spencer [s.r] 🌨️ - a moodboard for a rainy day inside with Spencer <3

College professor AU [s.r] 🌨️ - a moodboard for a college professor spencer reid <3

One car [b.a.u] ☀️ - in which all the members of the BAU are stuck in one car for a little while

"your my pillow now" [s.r] ☀️ - spencer reid x male reader

"I can still feel you" [s.r] 🌧️ - spencer reid x gn!reader

More coming soon…

[c-m-stuff]

Safe Again

Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

-Description: You and Spencer are married. You two have a beautiful son, but suddenly he is involved in a school shooting.

-Warnings: Angst, having a child, school shooting (no one gets hurt, except the shooter)

-Word count: 1318

-Note: (Repost from Wattpad!) It's horrible this happens often, and I'm so sorry for the ones who have experienced this. I hope, everyone is okay and safe. Also, let's say this is around season 7 referring to the kids age. Much love <3

Masterlist

Y/N POV:

'Admit it, pretty girl. I won the game.' Derek stated, while we all were sitting in the conference room.

'Yeah, only because you cheated!' I said back, with a chuckle on my face.

'No, I didn't!'

'Yes, you did.' my husband confirmed, while the others nodded.

Just as Derek wanted to argue back, Aaron came in with a rush. We all got quiet, looking at his concerned state. It made us also worried.

'We need to leave, now.' he spoke in a serious voice, meaning it.

'Hotch, what's wrong?' Emily asked, as we all looked up at him, confused.

'There is a school shooting.' he started, as we all got up immediately, but he stopped us.

'In the school of our kids.' he finished, all our eyes wide, full of fear and concern.

Our son, Henry and Jack, went all to the same school. However, they weren't the same age. Jack is a little bit older, while Henry and (Y/S/N) are almost the same age. But, they were best friends, which is great.

We took as quick as we could our stuff, running towards the black SUV's. I sat next to Spencer, holding his hand tightly. I looked him in the eyes, with concern and fear. Spencer looked at me the same way.

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Finally, we all made it into the school, already wearing our bulletproof vests. Just as we stepped out of the SUV's, we heard the loud sound of shooting. My heart went faster and faster, worse scenarios taking my thoughts over. A single tear, escaping my eye.

'HOTCH!' suddenly Derek yelled, as just on time, he shot.

The unsub, collapsed on the ground, while crying it our from the pain. He tried to shoot at us, the first thing when we arrived, but luckily Derek didn't let him. Derek ran over to him, making sure his weapon was out of sight, and cuffing the shooter.

There was standing an officer, who probably made the call, waiting for us. We all walked, with high speed, towards him.

'Is there another shooter?' Aaron tried to ask him as normal as possible, but we could hear his shaking voice.

'That was the only one. We all heard shots a few times, but I don't know if anyone got hit.'

'Alright, Reid, Prentiss, Morgan and I, are bringing the kids in safety downstairs. JJ, Rossi and (Y/L/N), you do that upstairs.' Aaron ordered, as we all nodded, before entering.

Just like he had said, me, JJ and David, went upstairs. We first called all the children with us, saying they were safe, and that they needed to go outside. As we had all the kids, and the classrooms were empty, David offered to bring them, together with the teachers, outside. JJ and I, thanked him, and went to look for our own children, as they weren't with the rest of the kids.

We both went different directions, calling out their names, looking in every classroom. My heard raced as crazy, as I tried not to breakdown, from fear and concern.

I went inside a classroom, seeing nobody.

'(Y/S/N), Henry, Jack!' I called out, as suddenly I heard footsteps running towards me.

'Mommy! Auntie (Y/N)! Aunt (Y/N)!' the three familiar voices, making me sign out a breath of relief.

To be clear, I wasn't technically their aunt, which I don't mind. But, I've spent a lot of time with them, and they started to call me also "auntie (Y/N)" or "aunt (Y/N)", making me really happy.

I squatted down, while spreading my arms open, as the three boys ran into my arms. I hugged them tight, and pressed a kiss on each of their heads.

'Omg, there you are. We all were so worried. Are you guys okay? Are you in any pain?' I asked them, slightly releasing them from the hug.

'We don't have pain, mommy.' my son said, as they nodded their heads in agreement.

Their eyes were still filled with fear, and I could see, that they have cried.

'Everything is okay now. We have the bad guy, he can't come anymore. You are all safe.' I assured them, as they calmed down.

'Let's find your mommy, Henry, and you daddy, Jack. They are really worried about you.'

'Do you want to hold my hands?' I asked them, as they immediately took them.

I stood up, (Y/S/N) holding my left hand, while Henry was holding my right. Jack, holding Henry's hand.

I walked out of the classroom, as I just saw JJ across the hallway, leaving a classroom, only to quickly go to another. She was with her back towards us, causing me to call her.

'JJ!' she turned around, as a weight fell off her shoulders.

'MOMMY!' Henry yelled, as he let go of my hand, running in the arms of the blonde.

'Henry, I was so worried. Are you alright? Oh, come here.' she lifted him up, hugging him.

She thanked me, with appreciation on her face. I smiled, happy the two had reunited. In the meanwhile, I was holding Jack's hand with my right, as we walked closer to them.

'DADDY!' Jack yelled, as he also let go of my hand, running towards his father, who just took the stairs.

Aaron immediately lifted him up, hugging him also closely.

'There you are. Is everything okey? You're safe now, buddy.' he reassured his son, also whispering a "thank you", as I replied with a smile.

'Hotch, have you seen Spence?'

'Yeah, he's looking worriedly downstairs.'

'Thanks.'

I squatted down again, meeting our beautiful son.

'Let's go find daddy.' I said to him, as I lifted him up. I pressed a kiss on his head, still so relieved he is okay. Relieved that everyone is okay.

I went downstairs with him, as I saw, Derek, David and Emily, just leaving a classroom, still looking for the missing kids.

'Oh, you have him.' Emily breathed out a sigh of relief, they all did.

'Yeah, Henry and Jack are also fine.' I answered, as they relaxed more.

'That's good. No one got hurt, by the way.' Emily spoke out, putting a smile on my face.

'That's great. Do you guys know where Spencer is?'

'He's looking here somewhere.' Derek answered, as I thanked them, before leaving to find Spencer.

'Sweetheart, do you want to call your daddy, please?' I asked our son, as he nodded.

'DADDY!' he yelled, as Spencer rushed out of a classroom. Once he saw us, he ran towards us.

'Gosh, are you both okay? Are you hurt, buddy?' he said, worriedly, as I handed our son to him.

(Y/S/N), shook his head, while his dad hugged him tight.

'I found him with Henry and Jack, they're all fine. No one got hurt.' I assured him, as I planted a kiss on his cheek. He did the same with me, before my phone began to rang.

Seeing who was calling, I answered my phone, and putted it on speaker.

'Finally, someone picks up. Please, please, tell me the children are alright.' I heard Penelope, concern raising her voice.

'Everyone is fine, Penny. No one got hurt, and we found (Y/S/N), Henry and Jack.'

'Thank goodness, you all need to bring the kids to here, I need to cuddle them.' she joked, but deep down, she meant it.

'Will do, Penny.' and, with that, everyone went back to the BAU, with the kids.

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[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

The Big Wheel: Part One

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.6k

Summary: The case you’re on is dependent on a little boy who is blind who sees with more than just his eyes.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

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"In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present." - Francis Bacon

You carefully fold the piece of paper into a triangle and continue folding this piece of paper until you've created your very own cootie catcher. You open the four flaps and write two things on each so that each response is different. While JJ is getting the briefing room set up, you're having a bit of fun beforehand.

"What are you doing?" Spencer asks.

"Making a cootie catcher. Wanna play?"

"How? What do you do?"

You roll over to his desk with a smile and set up the game in front of him. On the front are different shades of color he can pick from.

"Pick a color."

"Green."

You move the cootie catcher five times and open it further to reveal the numbers you've written.

"Okay, pick a number."

"Seven."

You open that number flap and read what you've written there.

"You're going to get a gift from someone who loves you."

"Is that gift going to come from you?"

"If you're lucky," you smirk and kiss him quickly.

"Is that a cootie catcher?" Emily gasps and bounces her way over. "I haven't played that game since I was a child."

"Alright, pick a color," you smirk and start the game over.

"Blue!"

You move it four times.

"Now pick a number."

"Two."

You open the flap and reveal what's been written.

"There is a surprise waiting for you at home."

"Unless it's from my cat, I don't think there will be," she laughs.

"Briefing room, five minutes," Hotch calls from above.

"Sorry, Derek, you'll get your turn next time," you say and put away your toy.

"I don't think I want a turn," he chuckles.

The team moves the small party into the briefing room where Hotch, Rossi, and JJ already are. Once everyone is settled in, JJ puts a picture of a young woman on the screen.

"Her name's Michelle Watson who was a realtor murdered in Buffalo a week ago. Until yesterday, they didn't have any leads until they got this."

JJ plays a video of someone inside a bathroom. They must be holding the camera in front of them because you can't see who the person is, just what's in front of them. He turns the sink on and off and shows that the mirror is covered with duct tape. He leaves the bathroom and goes outside where there is an unsuspecting couple by their car who don't seem alarmed that they're being filmed.

"Buffalo PD received it from an unknown source yesterday."

"Were they able to trace it?"

"No. It was sent through an encrypted server from Ukraine."

"There's no sound."

"Yeah, at first glance, there doesn't seem to be a single frame to identify who shot it. He even covered up the mirror."

"I've seen some crazy things sitting at this table, but that... Why send that to the police?" Penelope asks.

"Maybe it's a taunt to show the police how smart he is. You know, catch me if you can sort of thing."

"The two people in the video look directly at the unsub, and neither one seems to register that they're being filmed. It could be a hidden camera."

"The witnesses were able to give us enough for a sketch." JJ passes around papers of what the unsub looks like. "He's a white male in his early thirties that wears glasses."

The video switches from the couple outside to a dark room with a bunch of editing software. There is a computer and some editing tech that the unsub uses to edit his murder videos. There is something playing on the computer screen, but you're unsure of what.

"It looks like an editing suite," you say. "Not only does he film the murder, he edits it. Do we know what's playing on the monitor?"

"Buffalo PD is concerned that it might be another filmed killing."

"If it is, then we're not looking at just one murder but two," Emily says.

"Buffalo is underfunded, undermanned, and they need our help."

"Buffalo's a big gang town. Over seven hundred people were murdered in the last year alone."

"Garcia, I need you to go through this frame by frame and put everything on disks."

"Yes, sir. I'm on it."

Penelope gets up to leave but Hotch stops her.

"Also, put together a go bag. If we get any more of these films, I want you on the ground taking point. Is that okay with you?"

"Yes, sir. Excellent." She walks away but you hear what she mutters to herself. "I don't have a go bag."

"Okay, fast forward. There's something I want everyone to see," Hotch says.

JJ forwards the video to a specific point where the unsub grabs a red marker to write something on the wall.

HELP ME.

He wants to be stopped but can't on his own.

"Wow, a serial killer asking for help. That's a new one for me."

"What if he's sincere?"

"Then he's deeply ambivalent."

"He wants to stop, but like an alcoholic, he simply can't. When we see him driving, his point of view is elevated. I'd say he's driving a van or an SUV. The film stops where it starts--at his home. We can use the film to trace back street by street from the crime scene, right?"

"It only lasts nine minutes. In this frame, he clearly looks at a clock, and it's 9:22 AM."

"Michelle's time of death was four-thirty in the afternoon. He edited out seven hours."

Penelope comes back into the room with her go-bag in hand and a laptop in the other.

"Garica, look for unsolved murders of women in their early thirties who were stabbed in Buffalo and surrounding cities. Go back ten years."

Penelope sits back down and starts typing on her computer.

"Wouldn't ViCAP have already picked up on that?"

"ViCAP only went web-based about a month ago, and Buffalo PD only recently uploaded the data. Without diving in too deep, I have twenty-two counts of murders from women in their early thirties."

"Okay, wheels up in thirty."

It only takes an hour to get there, and you're talking to the lead detective, Lynne Henderson, before you know it. She's shocked to hear how many cased Penelope found with one quick search.

"Twenty-two? We had six. Do you really think it could be that many?"

"We went back ten years and included surrounding cities. The unsub may be out of his comfort zone. Now, they may not all be connected, but they all match Michelle's type--blonde, white, and in their early thirties. The autopsy reports will help us determine which of these cases are connected."

"I'll get them here right away."

"We also need to take a look at the crime scenes."

"Y/N and I will stay and help Reid," Rossi offers.

"I'll take Prentiss and Morgan," Hotch says.

"Tell me, do you think this is a one-off or can I expect more films?" Lynne asks.

"It's not a one-off. The filming of his kills makes him a sexual psychopath. We'll find more, many more just like this one."

Derek, Emily, and Hotch leave to go to Michelle's crime scene while you, Rossi, and Spencer go back over the video that was sent to the police. It's weird to see someone write "help me" when they're considered a psychopath.

"It's weird because 'help me' is in direct conflict with the psychology of a psychopath, and it's something I've never seen before. Psychopaths don't have the capacity to feel empathy towards others. They can mimic it, but they can't feel it."

"Does that mean he didn't mean it?" Lynne asks.

"Could be or someone or something is showing him who he really is."

Penelope walks in with determination.

"Okay, friends, the video on this film is analog. It's since been digitized, but it is seriously degraded."

"Meaning what?" you ask.

"Meaning this kind of degradation only happens over at least a decade and thousands of repeated viewings."

"It's the only way he gets his release is if he watches it over and over again."

"Then you're right. He's been doing this for ten years."

"More like twenty," Penelope says. "That woman in this video is wearing a sweater I haven't seen since Flashdance."

Rossi looks over the evidence including Michelle's calendar book she used for everything since she was a real estate worker who needed to know when her appointments were.

"On the day of her death, Michelle entered the name Robert at four in the afternoon."

"We found no one connected to her with that name. We think it's an alias," Lynne says.

"Michelle's highly organized. She's left-handed because she's precise and light of hand. The hardest point is where she starts, the lightest point is where she tails off. In her case, she tails off to the right." Spencer looks deeper into what she wrote with confusion on his face. "This is weird."

"What is?" JJ asks.

"I'm not sure, but the number twenty-nine is circled twice in red ink and it tails off to the left. Whoever wrote that is right-handed."

JJ plays the video of the unsub right when he writes on the wall. He's writing with his right hand, and he's using red ink.

"The unsub is right-handed and he's using red ink. The unsub write this 'twenty-nine' and circled it."

"Guys, tomorrow's the 29th," Penelope says.

Whatever is going to happen, it's going to happen tomorrow. The camera keeps shaking as the unsub is recording this, and you take the remote from JJ to forward it to when the unsub encounters the two strangers by their car. They have no clue he is recording them because they don't notice a camera on him. If he's wearing glasses, he might not need a camera to hold.

"What if the unsub is recording through his glasses?" you say. "Maybe that's why no one ever saw it. If Michelle saw a camera, then she would have registered it in the video."

JJ's phone rings and she takes it off to the side. When she's done, she comes back into the room.

"Y/N's right. Derek and Em also think the unsub's camera is in the glasses. You need to get a sketch of the unsub out to every camera shop in Buffalo."

"If he hunts within a comfort zone, then whichever of these camera shops he visits the most will be the one he'll live closest to."

"I'll tell my guys," Lynne says and takes the picture of the unsub with her.

"Hotch also wants us to focus on victims found in controlled locations like secure areas with little chance of witnesses, and ones where he left the bodies where he killed them."

There are twenty-two files of women who were victims in the last ten or so years that you go through that fit secure locations with little to no witnesses.

"Based on that, I have Emily Flynn who was killed in June of 1998. She was found in her apartment and was stabbed twenty-three times. In March of 2000, Hilary Habner was stabbed eighteen times in her basement. Cindy Stagnal was stabbed multiple times in her office in April 2001. Finally, we have Vanessa Bright who was stabbed and found in her studio in May of 1999."

"1999 to 2001. Ladies and gentlemen, I think we have our timeline," you state. "It looks like our killer strikes almost exactly every twelve months."

"Oh, my god," Lynne gasps. "He got away with killing all these women."

"I think we need to inform the media. Buffalo has a serial killer," JJ warns.

You grab the remote and watch when the unsub talked to the older couple by their car. He keeps looking down at the ground several times. He takes two steps to the right, back, and to the left as if he's stepping over some kind of object that you can't see. He circled the 29th twice in red, and he turned the sink on and off twice previously.

This isn't a message. This is something he has to do. You rewind the video and play the interaction again when you see he's not stepping over invisible objects, it's the cracks in the sidewalk. He's stepping over them because he has to. He's obsessive-compulsive meaning no matter how hard he tries, he simply can't stop himself.

By writing "help me", he really means "stop me". This is only going to get worse before it gets better. Hotch gives JJ the okay to release this statement to the public, so Lynne is the face of the report to warn everyone about the dangers of the unsub. Not even twenty-four hours after that statement, another woman was killed, so you head over to where she was dumped. She was wrapped in a black trash bag and placed by the dumpsters, and the weird thing about her is that she doesn't fit the other victims at all.

"There is no purse, no jewelry, and nothing to ID her with," Detective Lynne says.

"She must have meant something to the unsub. He didn't care what was left behind on Michelle because he knew we wouldn't be able to trace her back to him."

"Why did he cover her up and fold her arms across her chest? She can't be more than twenty-four. This doesn't fit his victimology."

"Maybe she caught him in the act of something, so he killed her to keep his secret," you say. "The chest wounds match that of Michelle's. He probably knew her because of the way he wrapped her and the position he left her in."

"That's somewhat of a leap," Lynne says.

"Not when you consider this is the first time he dumped the body. Unlike the others, he brought her body here and dumped it."

"Someone will be missing her soon."

"Today's the 29th. He probably killed her last night. Whatever his plans are, he still has them. We're ready to give the profile."

Since there are so many officers on the scene, Lynne gathers them so you can give the profile out. Only you, Derek, Rossi, and Hotch are here. The rest are back at the station.

"We've confirmed eleven kills over a ten-year period. This makes twelve. All but one are blonde, white, and in their mid to late thirties. This unsub has extreme obsessive-compulsive disorder. This woman doesn't fit his victimology. He probably didn't target or even mean to kill her."

"Five camera shops in Buffalo were shown this sketch." Lynne holds up the sketch of the unsub. "The owner of Tarquinio's camera shop on Union Road recognized it. He knows him only as Vincent. He bought two three-millimeter mini wireless cameras and had them retrofitted to his glasses."

"He's well-versed in camera technology. He probably generates income from a related field, so stake out the shop but keep a low profile. He walks in off the street, politely waits his turn, and pays in cash. This is him." Hotch holds up the video shot of Vincent in the camera shop. "He's wearing a black overcoat and black baseball cap. You'll get more from your sketch."

"Now, this last kill shows the most remorse. This guy's mobile so he's most likely in a SUV that's low-profile and mute in color. He's beginning to devolve. His OCD will get worse and he'll have a hard time hiding it. He will take bigger and bigger risks to achieve his ultimate goal."

"In Michelle Watson's day planner, he circled the number twenty-nine. Today is the 29th. We believe he may have something planned for today. He sent us that film as his way of reaching out. He may be ambivalent, but his OCD won't let him stop. Now, if he sees a heavy police presence and he's not done, he'll run. The east side is his comfort zone. That is where he lives. However random, anything out of the ordinary, please let us know."

"Thank you very much." The group is disbanded and Hotch turns to Rossi. "Tell me again what the autopsy report said."

"He seems to be killing once a year. All of them but Michelle were overkill. He stabbed her just once. Plus, hers was the only one he sent footage of to the police. That's a definitive change."

"You're right. Call Reid and Prentiss. Tell them to go over the autopsy report again. We need to know why."

"I'm actually headed that way anyway. I'll catch them up," you say. "I'll call you if we find anything."

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[abbatoirablaze]

Criminal Minds, Season 1, Episode 3

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings:  mentions of smut/cheating, slight angst.

Anastasia Garcia

Morgan gave an exasperated sigh as he sifted through the photos.  He knew that it was going to be difficult getting a feel of what was going on from all the way back at Quantico, but he just didn’t trust Gideon enough with such a similar case. 

It hadn’t even been a year since the bombing that took out a hostage and six agents. 

And it was something that Derek wasn’t willing to let go of.

Thankfully, Hotch hadn’t fought him too much on it, insisting that if he was going to take a step back for the case, he would support it, instead of having mistrust on the team. 

“You’ve got a package!” Penelope Garcia said quickly as she burst through the door.  His brow rose and he jumped ever so slightly, far too caught up in the thoughts he’d had about Gideon and his mistrust, as she leaned against one of the chairs while the fragments were brought in by a uniformed guard, “don’t worry it had an escort all the way from Palm Beach.”

He stood and smiled, making his way towards the box in an attempt to forget the lingering guilt that managed to stay behind with him while the rest of the team went to Florida, “okay, right on time.  K, thanks man I got this!”

“So...what’s that?” Penelope asked.

“It’s my bomb fragments.  I’m going to start putting this bad boy back together.”

“Why bother?” she asked, “can’t you just pick up the pieces and dust for prints and stuff?”

“Garcia, what are you doing in the FBI?” he laughed, half-teasing his favorite analyst.

“I didn’t get into medical school!” she smirked, playing along with the playboy of the BAU.

“Now, why doesn’t that surprise me?”

“Ouch,” she laughed, punching him in the arm, “that’s what my father said.”

“Alright, I’m about to teach you something, so pay attention now.”

“Ugh, it’s like school.” She groaned, “you’re no fun!”

“Look, how these things are put together can tell you about our unsub.”

“You sound like Gideon!”

“Uh, ouch!” he laughed, copying her former statement.  He frowned when he saw the hesitation in her eyes, “What, you don’t think it’ll work?”

“No.”

“This is crazy cool,” Penelope smiled just a few hours later as she examined the bomb fragments and how it was coming together.  Derek found himself beaming with pride as he admired his own handiwork, “how did you learn all this stuff?”

“I-“

“PENNYYYYYY!” a voice bellowed as she burst into the room with two iced coffees, “JJ said that you were-“

“Why hello, and who do we have here?” Morgan smirked as his attention turned towards the woman coming into the room.  You froze, and he found himself admiring the honey-haired blonde, “a little sweetness dropping off some coffee for some ‘hard at work’ agents?”

You stopped, immediately turned off by the words coming out of the attractive man’s mouth.  You had heard about the playful banter between your sister and one of the profilers, but you had never had the misfortune of meeting him.  And while you hadn’t spent a lot of time thinking about the elusive Derek Morgan, you hadn’t thought that he would look as attractive as he did, “excuse me?”

“Ana!” Penelope yelped, immediately jumping up from her spot next to Derek, “Derek, this is my older sister Anastasia.  She is the liaison for another one of the units.”

“Anastasia?” he asked in disbelief, looking at the modelesque woman who only vaguely looked like his own tech analyst, “Anastasia Garcia?  As in my baby girls’ got a big sis?”

“Baby girl?” you groaned, partially sickened by the man calling your little sister his ‘baby girl.’  You sneered at him before looking at Penelope, “Pen?  Please tell me that you didn’t settle for someone who acts like he’s George Clooney. I mean, come on...baby girl?  Gag!”

“No, no no,” she said nervously as she pushed up her glasses and made her way towards you with her hands up and shaking, “i-it’s not like that.  Derek...Agent Morgan and I-“

“It’s all in good fun,” he smiled, waving the elder Garcia off, “we-“

“I wasn’t talking to you,” you growled, cutting Derek off, “I was talking to my little sister.”

“He’s just teaching me about this bomb maker.  I-I-“

“Relax,” Derek said quickly, standing up.  He held out his hands to you to show that he meant no harm, “look, how about we all just hit the reset button and take a deep breath, alright?  If I offended you, then-”

“Pen...my office.  Now.”

Derek watched as you all but stomped out of the conference room, coffee in hand.  And then his gaze fell back to the junior Garcia.  Despite how bossy and rude you seemed, he was half shocked and half turned on.  But seeing how nervous the younger Garcia sister appeared, he tried to push that to the back of his mind.

“Garcia, are you okay?”

“Yeah-I-Ana-she-“

“what just happened, baby girl?” he asked, stopping the sputtering that was coming from the frazzled looking Garcia sister.

“That’s Ana,” she frowned, “she-uh-she can be a little overprotective of me sometimes.  I didn’t really think that she’d act like that though.  But I mean, I’ve never had good luck around men and  ever since my parents died...she-”

“Baby girl, there’s a difference between overbearing and protective...”

“I should go calm her down,” she frowned, sparing a glance towards the door once again, “she seemed really upset.  I’m sorry, Morgan...ca-can I come back later though?”

“Of course baby girl!” he smiled sadly, “you go and take care of your big sis.”

“I just don’t get why you let him talk to you like that, Penny...”

“He doesn’t mean anything by it, Ana...”

“That’s disgusting though.  He’s treating you like you’re some booty call, not a coworker...where’s the respect?”

“Are you really mad about how he talks to me, or is it because it’s directed at me?”

You paused.  Your stomach turned as you looked at your little sister.  You knew that she had more issues with self-confidence than anyone you’d ever met, despite her drastically independent persona, “Pen...”

“You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

You nearly spat out your drink as you raised a brow at your younger sister, “what?”

“I mean, come on...I know that Brent doesn’t talk to you like that...and your relationship is kind of lack luster in the romance area.  He’s just a boring jerk who’s pretty to look at.  You don’t like that Derek talks to me like that, because it reminds you just how bland your relationship is!”

“Penelope!”

“What?” she giggled, taking another sip of her drink, “he is.  Brent’s like a robot.  You guys have never been right for each other, and I think deep down both of you know it.” 

“He is not.” You scoffed, tripping over yourself, “we-we’re just settled.  We’ve been together for over a decade.”

“Yeah.  On and off!”

“PENNY!” you scolded, “please.  You’ve just never given him a real shot because he and dad never got along.  But he’s a good guy.”

“Sure, he is...” she said with another smirk as she sipped on her drink, “Face it, Ana, besides the fact that your boyfriend looks like Taye Diggs, he’s got nothing going for him.  He’s bland.  There’s nothing really beneath the surface, Ana, and I know you’d kill for a man who talks to you like the way Morgan talks to me.”

A blush coated your cheeks and fanned down your neck and chest.  You could barely look your little sister in the eye as you sipped down your own cocktail, “You’re horrible, Pen.”

“And you need to get laid.”

“Oh, who’s getting laid?” You found your eyes rolling when Derek Morgan sat on the other side of Penelope.  He held a hand up to the bartender and called for a drink, “you ladies need refills?”

“Yes please!” Penelope chirped.

“Not from you!” you frowned. 

“What is your-“

“Hey baby!  Sorry I’m late!” The liaison for another one of the groups smiled as he wrapped around you, and pressed a simple kiss to your temple, “had to finish up some of the paperwork and sift through a few more files to see if there was something else that was immediate that I need to present to the team tomorrow when they come back in.  But I’m here.”

“Agent Smith...let me buy you a drink!” Derek smiled.

Brent was smiling, about to agree, when you put a hand on his arm, “actually, I was thinking we go home?  I’m feeling a certain type of way...if you catch my drift.”

Brent smiled, waggling his eyebrows at Morgan, before nodding, “well...guess that drink will have to wait, Morgan.”

“Lack-luster my ass,” you winked at your younger sister as you playfully nudged her, “see you tomorrow, Pen.”

Samantha Reid

“If Morgan can’t trust me, that’s fine,” Gideon shrugged as he looked over his shoulder and to the bullpen where Morgan was talking with the rest of the team and a few others, “but we can’t go into this one half-cocked.  We need a full team, Aaron.”

“Morgan has offered to stay here and put the bomb back together so that he can find the signature, and hopefully the bombmaker.  We won’t be working with a shorted team.  He just won’t be at the same location as us.”

“I want Reid.”

“Spencer will be there,” Aaron answered briefly as he gathered his go bag from one of the cabinets in his office, “just like he always i-“

“No, I want to bring in Samantha.”

Hotchner paused and took a shallow breath, “Samantha?”

“She and Spencer could work well together...keep each other on their toes.  And I think that for something like this, having another ATF specialist on the ground would help.  Sure, Morgan can work from here, but we’d be missing out without her expertise.  She knows what to do, Aaron, and you know that we could get her for the assignment.”

Aaron felt the knot in his stomach tightening, “I’m sure she’s got other things to do, Gideon.  Like any of us, I’m sure that she relishes the free time that she has when she doesn’t have to be here!”

But Gideon was already to the door of Hotchner’s office, pulling it open, “Samantha, could you come in here for a sec?”

The twins shared a look before she made her way into the office.  As she passed SSA Gideon, she gave Hotchner a look.  Gideon closed the door behind them. 

“What’s this about, agents?”

“Your team is off this week, yes?” Gideon asked.

“We’re on call...” she said slowly, before giving Hotch another look, “and while nothing is demanding our attention just yet, it could happen.  Why?  Is everything okay?”

“We’re going to be down a man,” Gideon said honestly as he came around so that he was standing beside Hotchner, “there is a member of the team that doesn’t trust me since the Bale case, and he would prefer to stay behind and put together the pieces in Quantico.”

“Okay...”

“Agent Gideon feels that with your expertise on the ATF side, you’ll be able to fill the gap in Morgan’s absence in the field.”

“Is that how you feel as well, team leader Hotchner?”

Aaron was quiet for a moment.

“You do your job well, Dr. Reid.  No one can deny you that.”

“When is it wheels up?”

“Ten minutes,” he said briskly, “do you have a go bag ready?”

“Always, sir.”

“Hotch?” a voice called, almost knocking him from his thoughts.

“Half of Florida is in a panic, we might not have a choice!” the detective argued.

“Aaron...” you said nervously, looking up to your former lover, “we-we’re stuck...”

His eyes shifted down to yours.  The shift in the elevator had pushed the two of you together.  He could see the fear in your eyes.  The anxiety that was bubbling up in your stomach.  He knew that you had hated tight spaces, and that you were mildly claustrophobic. 

They were supposed to have gone to the hotel to get a few hours of shut eye so that they could work in groups and have a fresh set of eyes on the bombs at all times. 

But instead, the two of you were stuck...in more senses than one. 

He felt trapped inside the small box that was the elevator, and he hated himself for not fighting with Gideon about being on the same team as you.  You could see it in his eyes every time that he looked at you. 

But he also hated himself for how he felt in the current moment. 

He could feel your thin fingers pressed low on his chest, almost ready to caress him out of sheer instinct.  He could feel the warmth of your chest pressed up against his, and the nervous hitch in your breath that forced your breasts closer to his gaze. 

He held his breath as he tried not to think of every intimate moment that they’d shared together, “Samantha.”

“The elevator...it-I don’t know...”

“It’ll be okay!” he promised, trying to focus on the moment they were in instead of all the stressors that had built up over the past day and a half.

“I hate small spaces, Aaron...”

“I know,” he sighed, gently reaching up to stroke your cheek.  You whimpered, leaning into his touch.  His hand grew shaky as all of his feelings for you rushed up to him, “it’ll be okay, Samantha.”

“Aaron...”

But he was already melting into your hazel eyes as he thought of the last time that they were together in such an intimate position.  Back when they were ‘playing couple’ in Quantico for a case.

“Aaron,” you whimpered softly.  He groaned as your fingers shifted beneath his jacket and started undoing the buttons to his shirt.  His eyes fluttered shut as your fingers worked over his body, caressing every soft curve of him.  Meanwhile, he’d hooked one of your legs around his waist and had you pressed against the wall of the bedroom.  Their lips met in another frenzied kiss, “god you look so sexy in a uniform...Oh, Aaron.  W-we can’t.  We shouldn’t.  Fuck!”

His hips bucked when your fingers trailed over his belt, undoing that, and unbuttoning his pants in an instant.  His own hands shifted, one hand wrapped around your waist to hold you up, while the other massaged one of your breasts through the blouse that already managed to have two buttons torn from it because of his greediness.

“Just this once,” he moaned against her lips, finally giving in, “just this once, Samantha.”

“Just this once!” you promised as the leg that was hooked around his waist raised enough so that your heel could catch the hem of his boxers and push them down. 

His cock sprang up, brushing against your spread legs.  Aaron’s hand left your breast and reached down.  Shifting your panties to the side after pushing your skirt up around your midsection, he grabbed his hardened length and gave himself a quick pump before lining himself up at your entrance.

They were both breathing heavily when the elevator started up with another harsh tug.  Your chest was heaving in his face, and you could feel him hard and pressed against your pelvis. 

“Aaron...”

His dark brown eyes snapped to her hazel ones. 

And then they shifted back to your lips once more. 

S1, E4

[marksbear]

may i pretty please request spencer reid x an unsub reader 👹 i'll leave the smut or no smut up to you, i'm a very indecisive person 💀

You can love. knock yourself out😘❤

Editor bear: OKAY im literally an idiot! 💀 I thought you were asking me not a full ass request LMAOOO bro my bad fr. Hope you enjoy 💀 and here my good friend @justagenderfluidstuff

SPENCER REID X UNSUB MALE READER

warnings! Killer reader, K/n=killer name, blood, gore, clueless Spencer, manipulator y/n, two faced reader.

This case has been passed around for years. Different states the unsub attacked two times each month. And this time the unsub attacked Quantico, Virginia. The cops and FBI immediately knew who had done the brutal murder.

It was the infamous K/n. His murders became Americas most wanted serial killer in such short time. He wanted others to know the things he did. Two times a month he will kill and display the victims only most serial killers and crazy people will only understand. He always left his name K/n in his first dead victims left thigh.

He will kill up to ten to twenty or so people then open their stomach remove all of their guts and replace them with fish guts. And leave the victims body by a nearby pond

If the victim was rich he would put their head in a fish tank and somehow sneak the to a tank into a pet shop waiting for someone to find it.

What made it harder for the cops to catch him is the people he chooses are random. The only thing they found out is he kills the poor/ standard people in the first week then kills the rich/wealthy on the second.

As Reid reads all the information on the flies he asks "How do we know they're a male?" "Well because he told some reporter a few months ago when she assumed he was a girl." Gideon answers

"The way he told her is that he had sent some fish to her house. With the bone still inside and a human eyes inside of the bone spelled HE. And when she moved the fish off the plate the plate had his name carved in it." Hotch answers the question in everyone's mind.

"And! To make sure everyone believes him he carved "HE" Into every single victim's chest." Penelope answers.

"So the man we are looking for is a well known marine biologist. At first the other FBI thought he was a regular fisherman until he used a dumbo octopus guts in one of his victims. That means hes a pro with sea animals and has access to go in the water that deep." Gideon gives everyone a run down.

"Hey pretty boy you been real quiet today." Morgan says making everyone's attention go to him.

"I know someone who's a marine biologist. He should know more about this..." Reid accidentally blurts out. "Oh oh who you know pretty boy? " Derek teases seeing Spencer's red cheeks. "Can we meet him?" Hotch asks. "Yeah he should be home now."

TIMESKIP.

Once the Bau arrives at the strangers house they get in awe. "Hes one rich man huh Spence." J.J Says looking at the pool. Spencer digs in his bag for the spare keys and unlocks the door letting the team in. "Wow. Do the guy you know think he can hook me up?" Morgan teases his friend looking around the house.

The team follows Spencer upstairs and Spencer opens the door that says "Working ❤" The team stares at the man who has a lab coat on and gloves holding an eel. The music in the room plays soft and cool like they were underwater. "Does the music help the animal calm down?" Penelope is filled with curiosity looking at all of sea animals.

"Well he doesn't know if he calms them down but it calms down some but it mostly calms himself down as he works." Spencer answers to his co-worker.

Y/n turns his head around seeing Spencer with a few more people who have serious expressions on their face. Y/n puts the eel back in their tank before taking off his gloves and putting them in the trash and washing his hands.

"Hi love. And his co-workers." Y/n says slightly irritated to be interrupted during work. "I'm sorry to barge in like this while you are working but we need you."

2ND POV

You already knew what this was about the moment they stepped in and Spencer worried face like a warning. You already have your alibi just in case they suspect you.

I mean you and Spencer planned this. A few months ago he went with you to keep you company during one of your business trips in a different state. You thought about just going off the script and just skipping the kills that month. But your ego overcame you because you didn't want anyone to think that you were weak or scared. But sadly as luck would have it Spencer had followed you and saw you kill those people.

Once you found out he saw you brutally kill and display those people you acted innocent and scared manipulating him slowly that you didn't mean too you were only scared and you didn't know really what happened that your mind acted on its own like you were a different person. You acted like that with him but with others you were a blunt stone cold man who didn't care about anyone besides his boyfriend and sea animals.

Spencer knew one day you may be a suspect so you both plan out alibis every month just in case something like this was gonna happen.

After the Bau asks you hundreds of questions about your job and fills you in about the K/n killer and any clue might fit this picture. You gave them wrong ideas and they ate it up believing you since you are Reid's boyfriend. "Guys you know hes working from home right and he has his own work hours." Reid tells the team reminding them they're holding him up from working.

The team says their goodbyes but not Penelope shes begs Y/n to see an animal. Y/n sighs and tells the team to follow him to a guest bedroom. "All my guest bedrooms have their own theme about the animals here so this room is about seahorse. Her name is bugs shes currently two and she has a thats pregnant mate in my office"

Y/n says looking at the beautiful sea creature. Wow the team stares at awe before saying their real goodbyes. Y/n walks them out but grabs Spencer's wrist stopping him shutting the door.

"Remember Spence~ Stay calm and collected don't hint or say anything about me unless you have to. And the main thing to not forget is?" Y/n says to Spencer giving him an evil smile.

"I was with Y/n the entire time during his work trips and I have proof."

"Good boy doctor~"

THE END lemme know if you want a pt2!

[discotitsposts]

criminal minds rewatch is back

season 7 closing time-

obviously ep spoilers

party on the beach whooo

imagine just finding that omg

hotch running

my bird is happy

flirty hotch

rossi knows

Spencer SPENCERRRR UGH HE LOOKSS SO GOOD ALL THE TIME

penelope in blue 💞💞

can’t explain it but this unsub looks like the type of guy that would do this shit

shakespeare quote

ugh jj my beloved

reid’s voice 💞💞

morgan: he’s gay

WHY DID HE SAY IT LIKE THAT

this unsub kinda looks like my dad and it’s freaky

the guy who said he’s an s.a.c is kinda hot like idk what that means but damn

morgan: hack their cellphones penelope

also morgan: thank you crazy 😭😭love them

emily ur going to kill me with that blue top ugh😫

jj omg

they said jj and reid went to the gym together to speak with someone but reid is nowhere to be seen im suing

THERE HE ISi wanna kiss him so bad

it was me calling reid

omg penelope calling him 187

lol his best friend pulled his wife

wish i was the table reid’s leaning over rn

wishing i was the straw on emily’s drink rn

he’s using his victims as a therapist that’s the worst part

OH MY GOD REIDS OUTFIT

oh my god HSI VOICE HELPNME PLEASE ID SNTBBREATHE

HIS VOCIE IS SO LOW FUCK ME

bro the best friend coming out of the house is low😭😭

emily in that green top i’m choking

SPENCER WHEN YOU EXIST.

penelope in pink omg

this shows costume department is unmatched

me when spencer breathes: 🫨🫨😫😫

i’d let spencer buy me a drink

bartender bar-t-tender our loves alive

needle in a haystack mention. more like a needle in a pile of needles ifykyk

spencer reid slam me down on that table challenge.

rossi in the tomato sauce red shirt

yuck he got violent on this poor woman. geez.

morgan though 😫

everyone in this show hot

bro gonna crush his bestie

ouch that’s gotta hurt.

reid in purple 😫😫😫😫

he kidnapped his son

you are NOT the father!

reid vest reid vest reid vest

i need reid now. vest stays on.

he’s throwing a tantrum

jj is so calming no wonder aj is doing an audio book i literally want her to comfort me when i cry.

JJ NOO

haha she kicked his balls

morgan’s bicep bro i can’t it’s HUGE bigger than my head.

awww spencer worrying about jj brother duties

hotchsnend quote

morgan laughing

pennsylvania petite 😭😭 lmaooo

pa representation in jj🥰

lol valentine’s day

lmao the singles

reid goes home to me and his books

hotchy boy got a date

awww this is sweet i like hotch having a crush it’s so cute he’s literally so sweet omg my ♡

awwww he got kissed

the end 💞

[erinnkenobi]

Dark horse |chapter two

chapter one - chapter three

Pairing | Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Warning | friends to lovers!swearing!trust issues! Spencer is a boobs simp, you can't say otherwise.

Summary | set on season two of Criminal minds

author's note | sorry for the bad English, English is not my mother tongue, I apologise for the misspelt words and beyond.

"In vain I have struggled, it will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you." — Jane Austen, pride and prejudice

x

Rebecca Bryant's case closed — it was her own father with mental problems, you guessed right yet not even knowing his name yet.

P911 case closed - you guessed it right again, it was the supposed father's boy, you thought to yourself, how could a "dad" sell his baby? After this case, you went to the gym and punched uncountable times.

The perfect storm - oh honey! You're the one that couldn't stop cross-looking at the blonde girl, she was BAU unsub, they've let her alone, you talked with Spencer and for less than minutes he linked the dots and told the others who were their dominant, you went for the loo but in a blink of an eye, she ran away this was the same time everyone went crazy. You guessed it right, again.

"So how did you do it? Right about our unsub?"-Hotch questioned and you were all smiley.

"She didn't even was bothered by the victim's pictures behind her and was always looking at her husband, a demanding staring if she was afraid of him after he beat her ass up, she would be trembling and she wasn't."

"That's my child.-Morgan hugged you by the side shoulders making you laugh.

"Doctor Reid will be jealous, that you called me child while it's you who calls him kid".

"Nah, I have now a couple of nerds prodigious kids"

...

When you were left alone with Reid in a room, he seemed stressed as usual as he was thinking about something due to his stressing thoughts.

"What's up to your mind, jealous of me becoming also Morgan's kid? Don't be, I'm a girl and I'll never be the wandering Wikipedia"

"What? No no! Ain't about any of it, but about just one thing, you got the answer before me and nobody agreed on that, even though I should have, sorry."-he awkwardly says.

"No need of any of this mate, but I know you have another doubt, go on."

"It was your paranoia again saying to not believe the supposed victim because of the bruise on her face?"-You chuckle agreeing with his statement.

"Woah, you know me well, yes, we can't just believe in someone just because appears to us as a lost little lamb, but she knew damn well what she was doing, so what's the answer to our riddle today?"

"Beware of a wolf in sheep's clothing – Aesop and Matthew 7:15"-you playfully blinked at him.

"Right, and...?"

"Believe in y/n paranoia, she's 99% right, 1% just in case of minimum doubt"

"That's what friends are for."-you give him a sheepishly grin hugging him givi around his chest, getting him in shock, he didn't hugged ye back, you didn't care at all, the hug sustained for les than 1min.-"Betta go".

And you left him in the room with an astonished state.

Psychodrama case closed – and you nailed it again, although they took time to believe in you, people were killed but now case solved and others survived.

The aftermath – You hates this with all of your heart, you saw agent Elle suffering and you couldn't do anything, you even talked with Morgan and Garcia "She's not right, there's something inside her mind..", yet they told you she would be okay.

Your paranoia disagreed, then you talked alone with Spencer about Elle and he confessed he spoke alone with Elle and he agrees with ye, she wasn't in her right mind, however his statement you told him "No, she's not only at her good mental state Spence, she's hurt, she has a recent wound that hasn't been healed yet, she's traumatised and within this case, she'll have a burnout, she's... Please, I know that everybody doubt and she fake it right, but she can't trick me, I find hard to stare through people's eye, but Elle, I saw something, an anger misty filled with thunderous fear".

No sooner said than done, Elle left without saying goodbye, well, she sent to you a letter explained everything and even apologise for not being able to come, hug you and say goodbye, it would be harder for her if she saw the team.

The Boogeyman case closed – After finding the dairy products inside the refrigerator, the magic lamp above your head popped up like magic. It isn't an adult due to the EpPen found on the table, that person also didn't eat its spinach which you thought to yourself:"only a child would ignore its vegetables, I'd do the same", plus with a clue what you guys found inside the refrigerator,someone else is lactose intolerant and must be..A child, a boy It's a checkmate, you ran to warn the others, Spencer, Gideon and Morgan, but when you walked in Gideon left to attend a call with Hotchner and Spencer was talking with Morgan about Elle, their talk back in Ohio, you knew it.

Now you four were talking about your fears, you laughed when Spencer answers came and you also didn't even flinched with JJ story, you did not believed making her roll her eyes. Then it was your time to tell, what are you fears? What are you afraid about? You answered unbothered:- Dying alone, without no one caring about your death, simple and honest.

Morgan hugged you by your side denying it:-"Oh poor kid! Don't ever think about it."

Spencer says:-"I wouldn't let you, we, we wouldn't let you die alone I-I mean, we care, then it will never happen."— JJ grins sneaky towards Morgan:-"Oh yeah, don't ever think about this, if you died, I think someone would have an heart attack."-Morgan understood her leave, Garcia called so the subject was substituted for another. JJ left the room, so you quickly sat next to Spencer and muttered while Morgan was on his call:–"What do you think? Who's our unsub?"-He look at your face, making you hold off averting his gaze.–"Do you have one already?"-he smiles.—"Yeah, I think...It's a kid, not a grown up man".

Spencer seems so chill about it:-I don't doubt you, but let's Morgan finish his call and tell him what you think.

–Do you really think he will.. Believe me? When I always say my guess, the team always tell me to hold on until we've got all the right clues and answers.

– I do, I do believe in you, your guesses lead my way of thinking, you let the knots freely flying on the air and then I...-Morgan interrupts Spencer.

–Call Gideon, we just found our unsub.-Morgan glares is darker.

So you all take your leave, you're the one calling Gideon, Spencer asks who's the unsub.

– The school counselor, right above my nose, were heading to his house.

Then Spencer realised, when Morgan arrest the unSub, he might not be the one, his son, easy to way to win the other children trust.

The following step you guys catched the school counselor, he had the red cap in his hold, yet you stood with your mindset, checkmate baby, it isn't the father, its his son and you guys would waste time with his interrogation.

You were around a corner thinking about your team next move, when you tried to alert 'em they were already wasting their time with the father, you didn't wanted to bother Gideon's call, Morgan was in the interrogation room, when JJ appeared all worried followed by Spencer, okay, a hint of jealousy.

– The boy never went to school.

Ok, now you'll leave, you'll bring your dog, Nala and in this case you begged Hotch to bring it with you, right decision girl.

Before your leave, Spencer holds your wrist.

–Where are you going??-he quickly says with a curious and worried countenance.

–Find them, you can they the others, I heard about the school bus route, I'll just bring something or..-you widen your smile.- Someone, I'll catch you up.

– Can I go with...-Gideon call you two, Spencer grunts letting go of your wrist gently.–Go on, I'll tell him.

– You deserve another hug.-you leave him without thinking twice, you did not saw his face but his cheeks were reddening.

So as you thought you all were at the playground, Nala was with you and after finding a girl's backpack, Nala smelled it you guys waste no time running after your girl, from a distance with wide eyes the ginger boy was ready to whack the girl with a baseball bat!

Thanks god your dog jumped right at the boy's hand that holds the bat.

–Nala!-your dog is unwilling to let go of the boy arm,

if wasn't for Gideon's hold, for godforsaken, the boy wouldn't have his right hand anymore.

The little girl hops on your arms, gripping hands tightening around your shoulders and neck, she was scared to death. You gently pat her backs.

Nala right next to ye leg, sitting as a well behaved princess.

The Boogeyman case is closed. Unfortunately Spencer and all your teammates seems sad, its about Elle, and you heard Morgan giving Spence a advice also heard Gideon's call with Hotchner, Elle did mot admitted anything and you mentally agreed with Elle actions, might be wrong? According to this country laws, yes, according with your humans being guts? No.

After all this mess, you're with your dog at home when you hear a knock-knock.

You did not open, until Reid voice came out.

– It's me, It's Spencer Reid, Doctor Spencer Reid and I work at BAU with you, you told me we're best friends.- he means "best-friends" with a strange tone, hm. You open the door.

– Come in please, you know, if you weren't Spencer, Nala would jump on you and destroy your pretty face, is momma wrong sweetie?-you say the last part with a baby talk tone, making Spencer smile, Nala barked as a reply.-Told ya.-you close the door.– So, why such illustrious presence is doing at my house, to whom do I owe the honour? Did Gideon or Hotchner send you to warn me to not bring Nala into anymore cases?

– Oh no, otherwise, they're okay with Nala and she did a great work, besides the bite, a win is a win,but hm, you know, I'm not here for this.-he wags his hands that were carrying supermarket bags, he bought and brought things, but for what reason?

Straight to the epidural point, he's here because he wanted to see you again, since the last visit he wasn't able to come any longer thanks to BAU's cases, an alert and all of you need to leave your houses and fly away to wherever you need.

Howbeit he wouldn't tell the truth reason of his visit.

– What are those?

– Food?-he says with a confused look, which makes you grin.

– Okay, but for what? It's past dinnertime and I see that you're, how can I tell..-you stare with no shame at his figure.-You don't seem to eat much, mainly at night.

He scoffs at your statement, seriously, are you profiling him right now?

– Aren't you profiling me, are you?-He puts the bags on your isle kitchen table with only two seats, he notices that you ain't a huge fan of inviting people in, he can't really judge your.

– Sorry not sorry.-you follow him standing by his side with curious eyes.– What have you bought?

– Hm, coffee bags, noodles, two sodas, chips and yogurt, I didn't bought any ice cream because the distance from the supermarket until your house would melt it

–Thanks, but you will eat all these snacks with me? Right?

– Sure, if I weren't I wouldn't brought a pair and...- be says naturally, you snoop inside the bag and see a good dog brand of treats.- Sorry if it sounded rude.-you wave your hand denying with a smile.

– Nah, it's okay, nothing against the literal obviousness.-he doesn't know where else to look, besides your face, people in his university class would ignore him as soon as he open his mouth, he's not used to it, kindliness.-Go on mate, we've been in a hurry all these days with sleep deprivation and lack of basic nourishment, I can't even believe all of us don't eat what is sustainable, so when I'm back home I make sure to cook my dinner and packed lunch for the next day if we don't get a call for the next case outside town, obviously.-woah, while you were speaking out your mind he's amazed, so you know how to cook and care for everybody health, that's the reason why you leave on everybody's table a coffee or tea plus a treat, before the Boogeyman case you left on his table a brownie.

His forearm was bolstering on the table in front of you while his eyes were upon focusing on you, yo unlike you, you couldn't stand eye contact from more than seconds, but the entire talking his eyes landed on you.

– So... That's why you put on our tables coffee and treats? Even on Gideon's and Hotchner's.-you feel your cheeks warm-up, you thought coming 30min early before everyone arrivals, so they didn't knew that was you doing it.

– How do you know it?

– We're profilers, everybody knows but they made me promise I wouldn't tell so you could still surprising us.

– Wow, when you say like this, make me feel ashamed of meself.-you laugh uncomfortably, but not in a bad way.

But he doesn't know it.

– No no, we like it, I mean.. -he panics shaking negatively his hands.-I like, don't stop with it, but I'd like you to show up, I know when you come earlier than us, even over me, you don't sleep well.-you finally breath soon opening a smile.

– Okay, I'll make sure to take your advice, then let's stop talking and let's eat.

He awkwardly agrees while rubbing his scruff.

[Break time]

00h21a.m

You were laughing all giggly while he was explaining you with all of his patient about scientific facts even when you were making dumb designed question just to make him talk more and more about stuff that makes him comfortable around you and happy.

– Okay okay, now you understood how the suppose fire we see coming from the sun is not really fire.

– Yeah, because in space there's no oxygen and within it, fire cannot be produced, sun is made up of hydrogen arpund 70% and 28% of helium. Carbon, nitrogen and oxygen make up 1.5% and the other 0.5% iiisss..-much information, too much and with a pout on your face he continues.

–Is made up of small amounts of many other elements like neon, iron, silicon, magnesium and sulfur.-he proudly smiles.

– You know I might forget it soon, don't you?-he eat his yogurt while shaking positively his head.

–And I'll remind you of it.

One o'clock a.m

You didn't let Spencer get out of your house at this hour, it's not even a possibility.

– You stay here tonight till we left to go to work and don't make up any excuses.

– I wasn't going to though.-he leaves his guard down while having a wide smile, which makes you giggle awkwardly.

– Okey dokey, I wasn't waiting for it... I'll bring you a pillow, a soft blanket and when you wake up, you don't need to leave as soon as you wake up, there's an extra toothbrush and after this you can go.

– Is this an order?-He stands up with his hands on his hips.

– Yes and no! No because I can't control you and yes because I'm just saying because isn't safe to walk past home at this hour, as far as I can reckon, you're a FBI agent, then yup, you can't leave, not now.

– though I wasn't going anyway but you gave me more reasons to stay.-he shows off a smirk

This silly danny boy.

[On the next morning]

08h11 a.m

Nala sniffs Reid's face waking him up, in a huff he complains while getting up, when he headed to the loo he sees you getting out with loosen hair but all already brushed, yet his eyes automatically landed on your chest, you weren't wearing a bra, what is wrong with him, why does his stomach churns when you're around? Not in a bad way, but in a good...

–Spencer? Spencer Reid??? Reeid? Earth calling Spencer Reid!?-you snap him out of his mind.

– What, What happened?

– Nothing, you just stared at me, do I have something on my face?-you suggest and he quickly denies.

– No no, I just, I'm just sleppy, sorry, can I use the bathroom?

– Sure, I'll make us breakfast before you go to your house and change clothes.

He agrees only moving his head getting inside, Jesus Christ, "did she noticed, that I wasn't staring at her pretty face yet her other beautiful pair of eyes?" Spencer needed to wash his face so he could fully wakes up.

You're not dumb, you noticed, however you wouldn't say a thing, you changed clothes and tied your hair.

Acouple of minutes after the coffee and the rest of the breakfast fast is set on the table, Spencer come out wearing his clothes, opening a shy smile.

– I could smell everything from the loo and you didn't burnt anything.

– So you thought I would burn everything?

– Not exactly, I mean...

– To tell you the truth, my first period living alone I did burnt things without mom or grandma tutoring me, but now I'm a good chief.

– Sure you do, the smell is hella good.-you ended laughing.

– Hella good? I think me and Morgan are an awful influence on you,

– Don't think I'm all saint, I reas a lot of books.-you give him a cocky smirk.

– Oh fine, I can't forget that ma boy isn't naive, he kissed an actress months ago and I still waiting my Prince on a dark horse will come.

Idiot, why did you said that? What you meant with it? When he told you this and what he said Morgan told him right after, you kind not liked it, yet you hide this feeling pretty well. Spencer seemed surprised by your statement, he notices your body language change.

– Hmm, yeah, you know, I thought my "first" kiss would be special, but it wasn't, but when I kiss someone else in the future again, I hope that time will be with a special, smart, kind and funny person.

Well, you're all this, but too naive to understand he LITERALLY dropped a straight hint towards you, heaven help the fool who falls in love but can't show it properly.

–But why the Prince on a dark horse and not a white one, as usual?

– Because of it, I want something unusual, different yet magical, the life we are living is not simple, it's tough and dangerous, so I'd like to someone, somehow, become my only special place, when I feel fear, happy, sad and even angry so I'd run to his arm's and when he holds me I can..-he complete your sentence.

– Feel safe.-he says with a tender-hearted tone, as his heart and mind spoke by itselves and you shyly open a wide grin.

– Yeah, now you understood why, what do you think about it?

– I just can think that your mind is unbelievable as your skill while we're working.- what he really wanted to say is: "I'd like someone like that too, so when I have nightmares, this person would be my refuge, you amazes me."

[Break time]

North mammon case closed - since Elle left BAU, Hotchner started putting you to work with him and Morgan, you didn't complained, but you wanted to be set with Spencer as you used to be with, however when Aaron Hotchner say it's an order.

Nevertheless Spencer was not pleased, sometimes he'd ask to Gideon:-"Will agent y/n come with us?" then when a no is following by, he's not happy and it didn't go unoticed by neither Morgan, JJ and Garcia. Morgan would slip sometimes to Garcia "The boy does a funny face when Hotch says y/n will work in camp with me, babygirl, I'm starting to think he might be fond of her, what do you think?" And she would say:-" I dunno, you know, he sees like a person that don't enjoy abruptly changes, they're the same age and intelligent as well, he found someone like him". Morgan:–"That what I'm saying, doll, she's the other half of his orange, they match!". Garcia would laugh:–"Do you wanna bet?"–"Woman, my money's is on them."

Empty planet – Yeah, Spencer is different(than his usually difference)the atmosphere when you're near each other when coming forth and back cases is juat like chalk and cheese. He either calm or super spirited while solving profiles, then when you're paired withour each other company he is all centred and reticent, not mentioning when he's worried when you have to run alongside Morgan chasing mad killers, offenders and suspects.

The last word – when the killer of women came inside the BAU department aiming at a police colleague everybody draw out their guns, however you were pulled behind Spencer by himself, not even managing to draw your gun, he pulled you behind him as if it was possible to protect both of you, since you were next to a pillar, you were taken by surprise and your face stupefied was, you were ready to say something about this action but his hand in front of your body almost touching your arm to stay behind him shush ye.

Glad that Morgan were able to stop the unsub and save the police officer.

Spencer is relieved that nobody got hurt, he now turns his feet to you.

–Are you okay?-and you just confirm with a head wave.

– Thanks for being my "wall" protector, but I'd be the one protecting your arse, since I'm with a gun and you don't have one.-you laugh at his petty defensive face.

– Someone has been told to me to just believe sometimes in your guts even if they sound unbelievable.-you scoff giving him a tap on his arm.

– I was there when it was spoken.-he got the reference (obs: The lion, the witch and the wardrobe).

– What do you think, after we put these men behind bars, do you mind going with me to grab a coffee and brownies?

– Without hesitation, payment is on you.

Would it be funny if you were the one that fell first but he fell harder?

The first time you saw and listened to what Dr.Spencer Reid had to say, you already fell for him, but what about him? Should he feel the same?

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Run Boy Run | Spencer Reid x Unsub!Reader | PART 1

Preface: Separated and cut off from the BAU, it’s only a matter of time to see who gets to him first: you or his team. Unfortunately for him, you don’t like to lose. Especially when it involves someone like Spencer Reid.

Idc about digital footprints I will flip and fold this man like an omelet, pound him like cake, whip him like cream, eat him like I’m tryna reach the bottom of the Nutella jar with my tongue--THE ENTIRE 9 YARDS, THE WHOLE KITCHEN, BATHROOM, BEDROOM, ATTIC, ROOF, DRIVEWAY, NEIGHBORHOOD, EVERYTHING

Disclaimer: This fic implies a forced relationship between Spencer and the Reader, plus psychological and physical coercion. THE READER IS LITERALLY A BATSHIT CRAZY CRIMINAL. I DO NOT CONDONE ROMANTICIZATION OF THESE ACTS IRL. I DO NOT CONDONE ANY ACTS OF THIS KIND IRL. THIS IS ALL FICTION. DON’T BE WEIRD.

This also isn’t proofread so yk

Warning(s): Mentions of kidnapping, mild violence, weapons

“It took me several months to rig this entire building like this, you know?” Your voice echoes from a hidden intercom wired through the entire office building. There isn’t a single room where your voice isn’t audible. 

Spencer stays tucked away in a corner office on the fifth floor. The exits had been blocked--doors welded shut during his time unconscious. He has his gun with him, but he’s yet to pull it out. He knows why you let him keep it. This is a game to you. A challenge. A sadistic game of cat and mouse. 

“I know you know this building. You and your BAU friends scoured it thoroughly a few weeks back. You know all exits, emergency exits, vent systems, shortcuts, and stairwells. So do I.”

Spencer flinches when he hears the faint ding of the elevator coming to the same floor. 

“I chose you for a reason, Spencer Reid. Your profiling skills are amazing. So is your ability to be a pathetic, whiny man. And I like that.”

Spencer slowly scoots to the ajar door to peek outside into the hallway.

“So, how about a game, Mr. Reid? I’ll go back up to the twenty-seventh floor and I’ll give you a two-minute head start. If you can avoid me for seven minutes, I’ll leave your phone by the first-floor entrance. If you fail to avoid me or fail to get to the first-floor exit within that timeframe. . . well, you’ll just have to find that out.”

Spencer’s body clams up. The cold slap of adrenaline shooting through his body.

“If you agree, slam the door of the room you’re currently in in the next seven seconds. If you don’t agree. . . then I’ll come to you, and you won’t have a chance to fight for your freedom.”

Reid’s eyes slide to the door right next to him. With a shaky hand he grabs it, but hesitates, letting out a quiet whimper before slamming the door as hard as he can. The sound echoes through the empty building.

“Good boy.” 

A few seconds pass before he can hear the faint ding of the elevator again. 

“In thirty seconds, run. And keep running.”

You sit yourself behind a desk, placing your radio to the left of you. Turning on the several monitors mounting the wall, you quickly flip through the cameras. Your eyes catch no movement on any floor or in any room. So he’s playing the waiting game in the cameras’ blind spots. It’ll take me a lot longer than seven minutes to check every floor and individual room. You briefly look at your watch. Forty-three seconds have already passed. I’m sure he’s counting as well. 

“What to do, what to do. . .”  You flip through the cameras one more time before pushing back from the desk and grabbing the radio. You walk over to the elevator and lean around the corner to press the buttons in a random order. Floor seven, floor six, floor eight. You walk away from the elevator as it closes its door, and head over to the emergency stairwell to follow it. You practically jump down the steps to keep in pace with the elevator. When you reach floor seven’s door, you stand in the entryway and wait. From the other side of the floor, you can hear the ding. If you can, so can Reid if he’s on the same floor. You stay silent and listen. He’s not here. You turn and make your way down to the sixth floor. Assuming Reid isn’t a triathlete, the connecting floors both above and below the seventh floor are the only realistic places he can get to in thirty seconds.

He won’t risk using the elevator, nor the stairs. He’s probably timing when he hears the elevator. Or he decided to book it.

You bring the radio up to your face. “Three minutes have passed. Did you know that? Are you keeping track? You’re a wonderful chase. Or hider, if you realize there’s no getting out of this.”

You decide to skip going to the floors the elevator is and head straight to the first floor. “Are you having fun? I do hope you’re not pushing yourself that hard. That fragile body of yours can only take so much.”

When you arrive at the door that leads out to the first-floor lobby, your eyes turn to the door handle. The powdery substance you left on it has a noticeable smeared handprint. The door’s unlocked--in fact, there’s an absence of a lock--but it was blocked from the other side. It was virtually impossible to pry open by someone like Spencer.

You grin and bring the radio up to your mouth. “I see you snuck by me to the first floor, Mr. Reid. You truly are amazing. Which means you knew I would’ve left the elevator unattended. I can’t block the elevator. You’re on it right now, aren’t you? Cute.” 

Spencer’s heart is pounding in his chest. The force of it threatens to throw him off balance when he moves. He keeps himself pressed against the back of the elevator, uncaring of the metal railing digging his spine. He wrings his hands like his life depends on his, and only lets them go when the elevator dings. He places his hand on his hip where his gun holster swings. He holds his breath when the door slowly slides open, mentally preparing himself to see you standing right in front of him. He stays still when the open lobby greets him, no sign of you. He nervously takes a step out of the elevator and looks around. When he sees the cost is clear, he makes a break for the exit, which remains unblocked.

He skids to a stop when he can hear the echoing sound of a handgun being cocked. He wants to turn around but is afraid to.

“Mr. Reid,” he hears you greet from behind him. “So close yet so far. Turn around. I want to see you.”

He turns around after a few seconds, raising his hands slowly. 

Your heart thrums in excitement when you see his eyes--wide and fearful. You don’t get too close to him, but close enough to make him uncomfortable. “You failed to avoid me before you got to the exit.”

“You weren’t in the room when I came here.”

Silently, you raise your hand and point to an open vent on the ceiling. His eyes follow your finger, and he swallows, now aware you had your eyes on him as soon as the elevator door opened.

“Did you like my powder trick?” You ask. “You have to admit, it was very intuitive.”

“What do you want from me?” Reid asks. “I don’t have anything of use. I’m a profiler, but that’s rarely useful outside of the BAU. I can’t cook, I’m meticulously neat, but I’ve been told it’s overwhelming--”

“Good thing those aren’t things that I want.”

He goes quiet, mouth shutting.

“I don’t care about all of that,” you say softly. “But I did choose you for a reason.”

“. . . what would that be?”

You run forward and he jerks reflexively, holding his hands in front of him in case you try to strike a blow. You shoot off the gun towards the floor and the sound in the confined building was enough to get him to move his arms to shield his face. You slide to your hip and decisively scissor throw him to the ground. 

He lets out a loud grunt from the impact and you stand up, pointing the gun directly to his chest. “Please--please, don’t shoot--just--what do you want?”

Spencer looks up at you with glossy, pleading eyes. His jaw trembles in held-back fear.

You slowly begin to smile, your heart pounding in your chest at the scene of Spencer Reid underneath you; at your mercy. “I can tell you what I want. But you won’t like it.”

[amberjazmyn]

dr spencer reid one shot

𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮 - say you won't let go

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 - none i can think of atm lol

 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 - a portion of the lyrics of james arthur's song "say you won't let go" illustrate the key moments of savannah and spencer's relationship.

𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮- just thought this would be cute so, let's go! also, lyrics will be in bold italics, flashbacks in italics and lowercase and everything else in the normal font. 

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i met you in the dark, you lit me up...

savannah, an fbi agent with the behavioural analysis unit was a girl who a lot of the men in the unit called attractive. however, they were never the guys that savannah was looking at. she was always looking at someone else. she was intrigued by the boy genius, the boy wonder, who had an iq of 187. dr spencer reid. not only was he intelligent but, he was also a looker. like, he was HOT. well, that's what savannah thought anyway when she first transferred from england's mi6 to america's fbi bau over a decade ago now. and, the first time agents savannah and spencer met was, in the darkness of an old, dirty, rundown warehouse that they had been paired together to scout out thinking it was where their new unsub had hidden their victims. and, during that moment, it was shocking that when they met each other in the dark, that it lit savannah up like a firecracker.

but before that eventful moment, savannah was sweaty, she was exhausted, her high bun had started to sag which meant that strands of her long blonde hair was falling from all parts of her head. she stil wasn't used to the virginian heat let alone the californian heat so that was another thing she struggled with. since this most recent case had sent them down to la, california. savannah was struggling and, it seemed as though through the whole time that spencer noticed and was subtly watching her every now and again to make sure she hadn't gone insane. and it was moments before hotch was gonna ring the duo back to the suv's when spencer stopped suddenly, causing savannah to crash straight into the doctor.

"--jesus christ, i'll never forget this moment..." savannah suddenly calls out in shock alongside a giggle, pointing out a photo to her now-husband spencer from years ago during one of her first ever cases with the team

the photo was from when spencer and savannah had just finished a callout to an old, manky looking warehouse in los angeles, california for their unsub at the time. they were looking for whether or not the unsub had ever lived there or ever used that warehouse as storage for his victims at any one point. they shortly found out afterwards that it never was but, the photo was taken with the rest of the team because penelope begged and begged that they needed an updated bau team photo because at the time, savannah was still new by close to a month at this stage since she had transferred from england's mi6 to the bau. and, the reason for the photo was because of the reason that they didn't get a photo the second savannah had arrived and was introduced. however, it was a good thing that the photo had been postponed until that day because that was when savannah and spencer really took notice of each other properly for the first time.

"i'm aware darling. it is absolutely crazy though, as it still feels like just yesterday i abrubtly stopped which caused you to fully smash into me, fully noticing you for the first time. time is a crazy thing." spencer chuckled as he bit his lip, shaking his head, his hands resting on his hip as he watched longingly at his wife as she flicked through the rest of the photos in the photo album

the reid's spent the rest of their day just scrolling through their old memories with each other. some memories are happier than others and some are just outright utterly embarrassingly hilarious to the point of crying due to excessive laughter the memories the photos brought them. so, it was safe to say that spencer really did light up savannah and, it wasn ever thought that she could be opened up like that ever again.

you made me feel as though i was enough. 

maybe spencer accidentally causing savannah to bump into him whilst on case in california because he stopped so abrubtly without warning was the best decision he had so unexpectedly made. since straight away, as soon as spencer and savannah made eye contact with each other. with the both of them flying out apologies without any breaths to spare, they knew they had to really start paying attention to each other and have more then just the regular "good morning" and "good night" conversations so that's what they did. as soon as they started to properly talk and have proper conversations without the main topic being their job, that "famous" updated bau team photo being taken and then hotch almost always pairing the two of them together for jobs, they were having the times of their lives doing what is such a heavy, traumatic job. spencer was making savannah not only feel like she belonged in the bau but as though she was enough; something that her family back in england robbed her of. hence why she moved and left the uk for america.

her parents, specifically her mother, hated her daughter savannah's job prospects of being a fed or part of the secret service as it used to be called in england before it got changed to mi6. her dad however, at first hated it because he feared for his baby girl everyday. except, it got to a point where he had to really think about it and once he did, savannah started to get support by her father with her mother still spewing over the fact that she hated that her daughter was a fed. she hated it because that was the life she wished for but never got so, instead of being happy when her daughter got that life after training inexplicbly hard for it, she tried to sabotage it. that was until savannah's siblings got wind that their mother was trying to stop it that the siblings managed to stop their mother's sabotage before it could have ruined savannah's chance at actually making a living for herself that wasn't the mundane and safe things that her parents, specifically her mother, wanted for her. but, the stick that broke the camel's back which caused savannah to ask to be transferred to america's bau was another attempt of her mother interfering. so, without much hesitation after learning about another try of interferance from her mother, savannah packed all of her stuff up and left for quantico, virginia and didn't look back.

"wow...it took me until mum's second try of sabotaging my job back home in england to realise just how badly my life back in the uk was..." looking at the photo that callie, savannah's sister, had taken just before she had left for america to start with the bau, she smiled as did spencer

spencer smiled as well as he couldn't believe that the savannah he was looking at in the photo so many years ago was the same savannah that he was married to and who was standing next to him.

"i'm glad you had the confidence to leave. if i was in the same situation, i don't think i would have been strong or smart enough to leave when you did so, i'm proud of you babe!" spencer smiled, savannah biting her lip as she suddenly couldn't help the smile and small giggle, her eyes feeling heavy from exhaustion

i knew i loved you then, but you'd never know

it had since become quite obvious, since the california incident, that savannah and spencer both liked each other, there was no way either could hide it. it was so obvious, like, it couldn't be hidden, it became so obvious. and, the worst of all was that, they were profilers and worked alongside profilers who were all shitty at lying, except for maybe rossi and hotch. but even then, sometimes you could tell when rossi was trying to lie but, with hotch, anything that came out of his mouth, could be the truth majority of the time. but, it became extremely obvious when savannah would suddenly blurt out a mirage of facts as though she had drunk from the same coffee cup that spencer had. suddenly turning herself into an encyclopedia, all everyone had to do was just either see out from the corners of their eyes or turn around and watch spencer. and they could always tell from the way spencer was completely focused on savannah, not one word to interrupt or add anymore information on that they knew he was whipped for her.

but, the biggest moment that told everyone how spencer really felt for savannah was when she was terribly injured during a case in minnesota. the unsub that they were looking for in minnesota was at first incorrectly profiled as a woman because of the way the unsub took care of it's victims. but, they still didn't change their profile because they then thought it could be someone who had transistioned from male to female or female to male. however, it wasn't until savannah was checking out who they thought was just a simple witness of the crimes, who actually turned out to be the forty-year-old heterosexual male unsub, that savannah was badly injured when the unsub attacked her leg with his butcher's knife. thankfully he didn't slice any of savannah's major arteries. all it did was just cause a big laceration, shock and a whole lot of fear after savannah collapsed due to the amount of blood and she was usually so chill about coming across. except when it was her own blood, then she would faint. but, it wasn't until the rest of the team saw the way in which spencer didn't hide the way he immediately reacted the second the unsub came into contact with her leg.

in his hopes to make eye contact with savannah to comfort her, spencer immediately fell down to her level and helped her in pressurizing the wound on her leg. with a quick "thanks, spence" and a "no worries, sav" just before savannah lost consciousness, the medics had arrived and sent savannah on her way to the local hospital to get her leg stitched up. and, of course, because when one of the bau fell, the rest fell down with them and in the other fbi issued suv's, the rest of the team followed the emt's to the hospital. it seemed from that moment on that, everyone except for savannah and spencer, could tell how much they liked each other. however, like in almost every single cliche rom-com, teen-movie trope, they were both oblivious to the fact that they both liked each other. and they were supposed to be two of america's best profilers in the whole country yet they couldn't even properly profile each other's own feelings for each other. but, to be fair, spencer did just help savannah's life from dying of blood loss due to a butchers knife to the leg. that was until it had to be admitted before it was too late.

"...thanks, spence," savannah slurred out in fear, thankful that the butcher's knife had just missed major arteries in her leg - spencer helping her just in time

"no worries, sav, i'm glad it wasn't worse. we can't have our best english fbi agent die before we've even had her with us for a year, now can we?" he smiled cheekily as savannah smiled back before she passed out from the shock of the blood loss

this then got the emt's to speed up their process of strapping up their federal agent and send her packing to the local minnesota general hospital. assembling the rest of his agents, aaron hotchner got everyone back into their fbi issued suv's with the address of the hospital the emt's were sending agent savannah to.

"...shit babe, this was like, the first time you saved my life during a case!" laughing at the next photo, one that penelope had taken of savannah and spencer asleep in the hospital after the minnesota unsub incident where her leg was sliced open with a butcher's knife by an unsub

"yeah, i guess you could say that babe. wow, i remember that so clearly, it was terrifying. i remember being truly shaken from that just as much as anyone else was," spencer giggled as he also looked at the photo, savannah also unable to control her giggles

"what a little cheeky one penelope is though. like, i still cannot even fathom or understand how she got away with taking a photo of us in the hospital. especially considering we were specifically told no cameras in the hospital room yet, she managed to take it perfectly without getting told off!" spencer responds to his wife as she nods her head in agreement, like, how did penelope get away with taking that photo?

"such a little sneak, however, i am grateful that she didn't hesitate to take it as it's got to be one of my favourite photos of the two of us," savannah smiled at it, running her fingers over it like it was her favourite animal or favourite possession - in which it was kind of

"i definitely agree babe! i mean, it's not the first time the team has taken photos of us asleep together. i'm glad it was captured, it's a sweet photo of us," spencer smiled, whispering against savannah's neck which makes her giggle, her neck is one of her ticklish spots which meant that in conjunction with spencer's soft voice on her neck made it always tickle

i know i needed you but, i never showed 

she could see it coming but it seemed as though she was running in slow motion. just like spencer saved her life in minnesota, it seemed as though it was now savannah's turn to save spencer's life in minnesota. three months, to the date exactly, spencer was almost stabbed in the leg by a woman that this time, they correctly profiled to be a woman. just, not the woman they thought it was. similar to three months earlier, whilst they did correctly profile the unsub as a woman, when meeting with who they thought was a witness, they were actually meeting up with the unsub herself. and similar to the unsub three months prior, this one was viscious but maybe even more than the unsub three months earlier. she was mentally unwell, going through a psychotic break when she bellatrix lestranged her kitchen knife. as it flung in the air, on it's way to hit a poor unawares spencer, savannah managed to catch it just before it could have sliced any leg, arm, face, anything of spencer's. the only thing was, it slightly nicked savannah's hand as she caught it but, unlike her leg, which has a nice long pretty (not really) scar, there was a much smaller, less bloody laceration this time on her hand.

"...SPENCE, WATCH OUT!" savannah squeals

running as quickly as she can to prevent the knife that had been suspended in the air by the female unsub, spencer, who was completely unaware finally turns around.

fearful to watch savannah get hurt again, spencer tries to take action at the same time, "SAVVY, WATCH OUT!" spencer also shouts

however, just as he shouted for savannah to watch out, she just manages to fling herself in front of spencer and catches the knife and barrel rolls to the floor. only slightly nicking herself with the knife the smallest bit in the process. with only a look conveyed with their eyes, savannah tells spencer that the lady that just threw the knife is the unsub, not the witness like they originally thought. that's when spencer manages to subdue the unsub and has her come with him and savannah without anymore trouble or injuries. wiring in the medics for a bandage for savannah, her and spencer leave that case with little to no injuries and join the rest of their team on the first day they had been sent out for that case. they had been expected to be out in minnesota on that case for at least another two days at most but, because of spencer and savannah accidentally, without realising, being sent to the unsub's house straight away, the case was finished and the unsub was caught with the snap of a finger.

this was the case that spencer realised he needed savannah but she'd never know that. it scared him watching her try to save him then watching himself see her get hurt. but he'd never tell her that. in fact, he told savannah that she did an amazing job and that he was so lucky that he had her with him otherwise it would have been him in that hospital bed.

"...you just saved my life, savannah..." spencer breathed out heavily as savannah smiled and shrugged

"...it's in the job description, spence. of course i'd save your life..."

"...i cannot believe how cursed minnesota is for us in terms of cases. first one, you save my life and then the second one i'm saving your life. i swear, the minnesotian unsubs are insane!" savannah giggled softly, shuddering, however, at the memory as they looked at the photo that had been taken, once again, by penelope of spencer and savannah after that case with savannah's hand bandaged and a look of fear and love present in spencer's eyes

spencer shakes his head, partly embarrassed that again, penelope had taken another photo of them during a case when she really shouldn't have. but, again, it was another photo, another memory that were the building blocks of his and savannah's love story so, he didn't really mind the photo.

it had since been qutie a few years since that moment had occured yet, it was still one that savannah, despite the embarrassment it also gave her, that she did enjoy telling purely because it would be after the story that spencer would tell of him saving her life in minnesota three months earlier.

"i can't believe it either babe but, apparently minnesota unsubs are the ones that hate us the most!" spencer spoke softly as his smile shined brightly, making savannah giggle

"to be honest bub, that is probably true. the minnesota unsubs really are spencer and savannah haters!" savannah giggles as she hears the rest of her team chuckle, penelope's laugh being the loudest

we danced the night away, we drank too much 

wow. they really had drunk too much. well, spencer, not so much but, savannah, a lot. for once, it seemed as though serial killers had decided to take a break for a little bit. and this allowed for the bau to take a break, go to a club, go to rossi's mansion, dance the night away and drink what some people would say a little too much.

it was well known that spencer wasn't a big drinker but he wouldn't say no to maybe a glass or two of champers or red wine. savannah, however, she was really big into the cocktails and shots. but even then, savannah and spencer were those types of people that could still have fun without alcohol.

but, when savannah and spencer, savannah especially did drink too much and dance the night away at a club and then rossi's apartment, they really let their hair down and went a little bit too crazy. but, for them, it was deserved and no one could tell them otherwise after sending so many hours away taking down serial killers and criminals.

"no, wait, this is hilarious! sav, babe, this is what happened before...you know what!" hysterically laughing, spencer couldn't catch his breath after pointing out the very photo that will forever embarrass and haunt savannah and her dreams

it haunts her so much that she'll be laying on her death bed, dead, still yelling at her husband to delete it from the phone and take it out of all the photo albums.

"oh...my...fucking...gosh spencer walter reid! i thought i told you to delete that, but here it is, printed out and in a photo album right in front of me!" laughing as well, savannah shook her head, questioning for the reason how she copes with her husband who could still act like a child

"hey, don't blame me! blame miss penelope garcia! yet again, she thought it would be a comedic photo to put in the album like the majority of the other ones!" just as savannah had gone to flick her husband, he had flicked her, making his wife yelp out, laughter then bursting from the both of them

i held your hair back when you were throwing up 

being in one of the many bathroom's of david rossi's crazy italian stallion manison with savannah after the amount of alcohol she had consumed, would usually gross out spencer. however, it wasn't an experience that spencer would ever say was gross or awkward but an experience, it was. spencer always thought he was a germaphobe and all of that but, meeting savannah taught him just how mortified she was of other people throwing up as well as herself throwing up. which, in all honesty, spencer didn't blame the fact she has emetophobia because, like the statistical king he is, he knew how likely it was for people to have a fear of being sick and throwing up. he was pretty sure he had it at some stage growing when he had to take care of his mom. but, to help savannah calm down, spencer promised that he'd stay with her and that she was going to be okay and that the feeling would soon pass and she'd feel better once it was all over.

"and, ever since that party at rossi's, you've always been there for me, no matter what, whether i'm sick and looking like a sack of mouldy potatoes or when i have my special girl moments," hearing his wife say "special girl moments" still made spencer laugh like a little boy

even though, this was something he usually wouldn't joke about in a different contextual situation, there were times where he couldn't help the snigger that fell from his mouth on the times it wasn't a serious moment where he couldn't joke about it.

"even though i don't usually laugh over your "special girl moments" that moment will always be the exception because of the way you made it comedic and, that, savannah reid, is why i love you!" savannah smiles at her husband as he gives her a kiss on her cheek, savannah then returning the gesture, making spencer's nose scrunch up as they giggled

then you smiled over your shoulder, for a minute i was stone-cold sober 

suddenly, savannah stopped her panic over being sick and she smiled over her shoulder. her mouth was sealed shut yet the way her cheeks just formed like little pinkish-red apples made spencer go tipsy-turvy, his stomach filling up with butterflies.

"my god" spencer thought, "she's beautiful", sure, spencer knew the predicament the girl was in but, that didn't lessen the normally germaphobic boy genius' heightened crush on his best friend and fellow agent.

he found her smile gorgeous, even though she wasn't showing her teeth. the thing was, whilst spencer hadn't drunk as much as savannah did, he wasn't feeling any effects of it. he came to the conclusion that it was due to the water that he was drinking in between his two alcoholic beverages whereas savannah just did not.

"...for a hot minute, you were point-blank staring at me before you said another word, mr reid," hearing his wife say that was hilarious for spencer because it was true

the genius' iq had gone from 187 to absolutely 0 by the click of a finger even though he remembered every little thing of that first party at rossi's and all the ones after that.

"yeah, i remember that and i felt so bad afterwards, i felt like smashing my head into the wall!" face-palming with red cheeks, spencer said that was one of his most embarrassing moments of his life as savannah caressed his cheek

"you had no reason to feel bad! i didn't care you were staring at me, i was doing the same thing and, besides, it wasn't like we hadn't done it beforehand! i mean, the first time was because i bumped right on into you," savannah chuckled wholeheartedly

kissing her husband on the cheek as she then stood up to fetch herself some apple juice before (dramatically) dying of dehyrdration due to a dentist appointment

when you looked over your shoulder, for a minute i forget that i'm older 

in that daydreamed state of mind, savannah looked over her shoulder to look at spencer. he had just placed a necklace around savannahs' neck which contained a photo of the both of them, the girl smiling at spencer who delicately placed the necklace around his now fiancée's neck. as that happened, savannah had suddenly come out of her daydream, which had her imagining the two of them as the fun elderly couple. forgetting completely that she wasn't elderly but still young and still a smashing fbi agent. returning the smile, the same one he gave her when they first met as he gave her a gentle kiss on the collarbone which was savannah's favourite spot to be kissed by spencer.

"i love you spencer," she whispered as she started to fiddle with the necklace he had just carefully placed around her neck

not even noticing the fact that the rest of their team had now noticed what was going on. and the fact their team was watching them as they acted so lovey-dovey and like savannah was in her own imagined world. 

"i love you too savannah," spencer whispered back, kissing her again on the collarbone as she got the shivers and the majority of the team had to stop themselves from vomiting in their mouths

nah, jokes, the rest of the team thought it was adorable at how spencer and savannah loved and cared for one another. it was like the team watching jj fall in love with will lamontange.

i wanna dance with you right now 

then, in her sister's satin, backless dress that she got married in, spencer held out his hand, savannah placed her hand in his as spencer asked her to dance with him for one last private dance.

"would you like to take this last dance, mrs reid?" spencer winked, holding out his hand for savannah to grab as she giggled

nodding her head and placing her hand in spencer's, they had just had the perfect coastal wedding ceremony with zero worries about serial killers and being called in. oh, and the best reception party in the world as well. marrying savannah on the same exact beach that savannah's parents actually got married on all those years ago with the exact same ring of her older sister's was the most emotional moment but the best moment of the entire night. the speeches came from jj and aaron on spencer's side and penelope and savannah's three siblings who also read a letter that ahd been written on behalf of their father who had suddenly become to ill to fly over to america, on savannah's side.

"of course, i would mr reid..." savannah smirked as they started to dance slowly around the sandy dance floor where they had just finished their wedding reception

a record player played softly in the background, the reid's slow-dancing to rascal flatts "bless the broken road"

"...would you like to take this dance, mrs egan?" spencer asks, the entire bau team in england for spencer and savannah's fifth wedding anniversary as savannah giggles

a surge of deja vu making her entire body shiver as the function room played james arthur's "say you won't let go" over its speakers.

"of course, i would mr reid!"

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yayy what a cute little one-shot for dr spencer reid! i really loved writing this one since it was very sweet and happy and full of love. i hope you guys enjoyed this as i did enjoy writing it as previously mentioned! also, i know i didn't include the rest of the team teasing the absolute crap out of their pretty boy but, it's implied because i know they for sure would have done more that just teased spencer and savannah over this.

ok ily bye xx

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