#emily ordered in because we all know she can’t cook

[aureliasfate]

HAPPY 58TH BIRTHDAY AARON HOTCHNER!

this morning emily ordered breakfast for the two of them while he facetimed with jack. in the afternoon they threw a birthday party in their backyard - despite rossi’s offer to hold it in his mansion - and the whole bau team attended. he went to bed feeling safe, content, and knowing he was loved.

[thir10th]

you're too sweet for me - Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader

summary: You can't sleep, and Emily finds a way to kill some time TW: smut, food play, oral sex, fingering, no proofread because i'm tired asf, that's it lmk if i miss something A/N: this is probably the nastiest thing i've written to date, i hope you like it as much as me. Like & reblog

You turn over, trying not to wake up the woman who sleeps on your side, her arm wrapped around your waist.

3.35 am the bedside clock reads

Emily's apartment has always been so comfortable, you've always liked staying over, her sheets always smell like her, always a good bottle of wine on the fridge, your favorite cat wondering around, purring every time you scratched the back of his ears.

Emily’s place was starting to feel like home, and you were just so thankful for that, but right now you couldn’t sleep.

You had had a long day at work, got home after coming back from a long case, nether of you had wanted to cook, so you ordered takeout and got lost into each other for a couple of hours, you’d think that would be enough to put you to sleep, but you had the habit of having a coffee on the afternoon, and that kept you awake for a long time.

You got up from bed, slowly, to avoid waking her up. You find her shirt on the floor along with the rest of both your clothes scattered around, you put your underwear and her shirt, and walk to the kitchen to find something to eat and kill some time.

You open the fridge. There’s not much since you were out for the whole week.

You are looking for an apple on the back when you hear footsteps entering the kitchen

“Hey, what’s up? You can’t sleep?” You turn around to see your girlfriend, carrying Sergio in her arms, she’s wearing an old shirt she wears as pyjamas, her black sex hair all messy on her shoulders, she gives Sergio a kiss on the head before leaving him on the floor.

“Yeah, sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up” you say, she walks up to you, surrounding your waist with her arm, pulling you to peck your lips, the door of the fridge still open “there’s not much, we should go grocery shopping tomorrow” you say, laying your head on her shoulder.

She looks on the first shelf, a triumphant smile on her face when she finds what she was looking for “but there is, this” a can of whipped cream on her hand

The mischievous smile starting to form on her lips suggests she has something in mind for you

“I don’t think that is the best we can have before bed” you say trying to play it cool, she runs her hand caressing the uncovered skin between her shirt and your underwear.

“You know what? I’m hungry too” she kisses you on the lips, then your cheek, leves a soft trail of wet, soft kisses until she reaches your earlobe, tugging it between her teeth, biting it gently

“of you” her soft breath on your ear, she moves donw to kiss the curve of your neck, nipping the soft skin with her teeth.

“Lay down” she says in her most commanding voice, and you comply, you sit up on the kitchen table, the cold surface coming in contact with your naked skin.

"good girl" your girlfriends voice low and bossy, you can feel the wetness between your legs, only Emily could get you like that with only a couple of words.

She starts unbuttoning your shirt (her shirt?) slowly revealing your chest, she unbuttons your shirt, moving the fabric aside to leave your entire chest exposed, your nipples erect as they come into contact with the cool air

"this is gonna be messy, ok baby?" she looks at you in the eye, you can't look away from her, the whole scene feels tremendously erotic, completely out of breath, you can't bring yourself to form any coherent words, so you simply nod.

She leaves a soft kiss on one of your nipples, you close your eyes to the feeling, when the sound of the can and the cold snetation of the whipped cream on your sensitive bud makes you cry out in surprise

"shhh, it's ok, you look delicious like this, baby" she hastily lapped up the whipped cream, sucking your strained nipple into her mouth, making sure to gather up every last drop.

you moan beneath her, feeling her warm mouth give your nipple her undivided attention.

She straddled you on the table, and poured some more whipped cream on your neck, right on your collarbone, this time you were expecting it so the cold doesn't startle you as much.

You follow her every move, she hungrily lapes up the syrup making a sticky mess of her girlfriend’s neck. You let out little sighs and whines when Emily leaves bites along your supple skin.

Emily breaks away for a moment, meeting the your lust filled eyes. "taste good baby, so sweet" she whispers, she smirks and leaves a trail of hot, wet kisses along your sternum, her hot tongue feels like fire against your soft skin.

She takes the can again, spraying a large amount of cream on your other nipple, you could feel the wetness between your legs when her mouth assaulted your nipple, roughly licked over the pebbled bud, trapping it between her teeth, gently pulling it, the slight pain turning into instant pleasure, her tongue made sure to take the whipped cream as she did so.

She moves her head up and crashes her lips against yours, you can taste the sweetness of the cream on her lips, her tongue, a low whimper escaping your throat, she bites down on your lower lip, and uses her free hand to spray a long line of whipped cream all along your stomach.

She leaves your mouth to lick all the way down, her tongue licks your stomach all the way down to your lower stomach, taking your underwear off painfully slow.

Emily smirked and traveled lower to your navel. She ever so slowly licked up the whipped cream across your bikini line. The sweet smell of the sugar mixed with the scent of your arousal made Emily ache between her legs.

She kissed your stomach and lifted your left leg, resting it over her shoulder, eyeing your strawberry painted thigh hungrily. Your pink folds were slick and glistening with excitement, Emily drawls at the scene.

"You're soaked, baby" she whispers, and runs a finger through the slick, making you gasp. You admire the scene from your position, her eyes full of hunger, she licks her finger clean.

You bite your lip with excitement, you only want your girlfriend to dive in between your thighs and not come back for hours.

She turned and licked the smooth skin on your thighs, kissing and biting, leaving what sure would turn into purple spots by tomorrow.

As much as Emily wanted to tease you, she was getting as desperate now, she wanted to lick you up, she already knew you tasted better than any sugar.

She slowly toys at your aching clit with her fingers. Then she indulgently circles the rim of the tight entrance with the pads of her fingers.

You squirm, arching your back in protest of Emily's leisure. Satisfied with the non-verbal begging, your girlfriend curles her fingers inside you.

You buck your hips into her touch, desperately trying to create more friction.

Emily chuckles and runs her tongue from your knee to your inner thigh. A whimper escapes your lips, feeling your walls tighten around her extremities.

Once your legs are covered in saliva and the cream is almost completely gone, Emily licks her lips and admires the mess between your legs. 

“Ems please, I need you.” you beg, looking up at her pleadingly, with her seductive big brown eyes watching you.

Emily smirks and practically dives between your thighs.

You throw your head back and moan. The angelic sound only encouraged Emily more. She puts both your legs over her shoulders, as if desperate to keep you from escaping.

Emily sucks at your clit and slowly flicks over it with her tongue, all while thrusting her fingers inside those clenching walls, searching until she finds the spot that makes you scream. 

The wet walls surrounding her fingers spasm and clench around her.

“Em” you cry deliciously “right there, please don’t stop-”

Your girlfriend obliges. She can feel you getting close. Your thighs quiver with every thrust of her fingers. Your whines become increasingly shrill as your muscles squeeze.

“ Emily!” You gasp your lover’s name deliriously, your hands grabbing the sides of the table for some support.

You throw your head back as the wave of ecstasy overtakes you, arching your basck in pleasure, releasing loud whines of ecstasy.

Emily doesn't stop curling her fingers inside you until the spasms stop.

She pushes your legs off her shoulders and smiles at your soft and tired expression.

"Good?" she asks as she sees you finally opening your eyes again, you slowly regain conciousness after the strong orgasm your girlfriend had just given you

"perfect, like always, but now i'm all sticky" you answer, she moves next to you, and offers you her hand to help you, you grab it and get up from the table, surrounding her body with your arm for support

"shower then?" she asks as she peppers little kisses about your soft face for comfort.

You nod, Emily chuckles and gives your ass a firm smack, earning a purr from you. 

She wraps her arms around your neck, pulling your heads close to peck your lips softly, you walk to the bathroom attached to each other's body,

"C'mon, let's put to use the sugar rush" you say, pushing her inside the shower and lowering your head to kiss her neck.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

A/N: let's just pretend this isn't based on my thoughts every time i listen to "too sweet" by Hozier. I hope you enjoy, leave feedback is always appreciated <3

[youbutstupid]

What d’you think is the “best” trait the main bau team members have?

OH I love this question thank you so much. There’s a lot so bear with me

Hotch: his compassion for his team. He’s an extremely compassionate and empathetic leader, constantly allowing for his team to leave work if they need to and following them on their hunches, even if they seem unlikely, purely because he loves and respects each of them. Quite often Hotch is portrayed as stone faced but I’ve honestly never seen a male leading character be so openly loving to their team.

Gideon: how much he cares for the victims in his cases. Gideon is often characterised as being a bit clueless to the feelings of his team, yet he never is to the people he is trying to save because he puts his everything into it. He has always been so open and accepting in cases which was rare for a 51 year old man in 2005; he was very willing to let go of his old ways and what he used to know so that he could evolve with the changes in society in order to best help the people he was saving. We also got to see his book of the people he saved. It was amazing.

Rossi: his ability to read and help the people on the team when no one else does. I wholeheartedly believe that if Rossi was present during the Hankel case, Reid would not have gone through his addiction alone. Rossi is always the one to call out people who try to hide their problems and he puts in so much effort to help them, even using his hours outside of work to do so. We see him waking up early to help Hotch coach Jack’s football matches, him inviting Penelope over for scotch so that she can finally disconnect from technology and him hosting the cooking class, the wedding and Strauss’ funeral dinner ar his house. His character development from being weary about the team to adoring them all individually was amazing.

Reid: I love how despite him admitting that he has trouble with emotions, he is always the one doing everything he can to be an emotional support when people around him are struggling. We see him try and comfort Elle when everyone else disconnected from her, he stayed with Garcia the entire time when she was shot, he is the one to call Emily to ask if she wants to hang out when she started disconnecting due to the Doyle situation, he is the one to try and help JJ with her PTSD in season 10 and so on. He doesn’t like the idea of the people around him going through things alone despite the fact that he often tries to go through things alone and he is extremely selfless in this sense.

JJ: I am constantly inspired by how throughout the show, she is repeatedly putting in effort to try and improve herself as a person and as an agent. We never see her get cocky, even when she deserves to be like she was in the FBI from a very young age, she had one of the most challenging jobs as the press liaison and then she was able to work herself up to profiler where she was one of the most formidable people on the field. Despite how impressive she really is, the audience are never given a chance to consider it because she never boasts about it and instead spends everyday striving to be better.

Morgan: he is always willing to take on a leadership role when he has to, yet he is always willing to give it back to Hotch when he doesn’t need to take it on anymore. I’m not just referring to season 5 either, I’m talking about any time when Hotch is unable to take on his role. Morgan respects Hotch a lot and is always willing to support him by taking on the role of team leader when Hotch can’t anymore, yet he never tries to take the role permanently for himself, despite being told he could by Strauss. Despite his years of experience and his leadership skills, he is willing to give up the role because he sees it as what is best for the team and he respects Hotch too much to keep it.

Elle: her protection of women. Elle was, in my opinion, ahead of her time. She previously worked in the sex crimes division and in season 1, she was the only female profiler and she did not step away from her previous role as an advocate for women in sex crimes just so she could better ‘fit in with the men’ of the BAU; she instead brought her perspective with her and implemented it in her cases. She was the only one in episode 3 to look at the woman who was assaulted and realise how uncomfortable she must have been surrounded by men. She ended her career in the BAU fighting for women and it hurts me that the BAU lost her.

Garcia: she never, ever stops being herself, even when people question her or bring her down for it. Sadly, because Garcia is the brightest person in the room, she is quite often the one who the profilers take their frustrations out on; we have seen JJ, Morgan, Hotch, Rossi and Emily all do this. Despite this, she doesn’t waver, she doesn’t stop being the brightest person in the room just because someone is simply not in the mood for her to be because she knows that she does not need to apologise for simply existing as her authentic self. In the episode The Black Queen, 9x12, her ex tells her that they both used to make fun of girls like her, and she corrects him saying that he made fun of girls like her, this was who she always wanted to be. This is so empowering to me.

Prentiss: my love, she was so unbelievably loyal to those around her and this was clear from the beginning. She was the only one to question Reid’s suffering in season 2, she literally uprooted her life and faked her death so that her team’s lives could be protected in season 6. When she found out JJ was in danger in season 9, she was so quick to jump on a plane back to help her. When the team calls for favours whilst she is in London, she always answers to help them. When Reid got arrested and imprisoned in season 12, she didn’t once believe that he committed the crime of which he was accused and even risked her entire career tampering with possible evidence so that it couldn’t be used against him. She is loyal to a fault and so many don’t acknowledge that.

Todd: we only got Todd for 9 episodes but I loved how human she was. She was the first character to make the audience realise that none of what we were looking at was normal. By season 4, the audience became very desensitised to the crimes that we were looking at and Todd broke us out of that and she also was not afraid to call out the fact that it wasn’t normal that the profilers were desensitised either. I respect how in the end she would rather admit that she couldn’t do the job anymore than lose that human side of her. I also loved how she made sure Hotch never took JJ for granted.

Seaver: we never got to see much of Seaver’s development because of the writers, but I loved her willingness to learn. Seaver hadn’t even graduated from the academy when she joined the team, she was not a profiler, she wasn’t even a qualified FBI agent. Watching her learn and grow in such a traumatising field and take it all in her stride was so incredibly interesting to watch. I also loved watching her friendship grow with the team; going to the cinema with Reid, Morgan and Garcia, gaming night with Rossi and going out for curry with Reid. 

Blake: Blake was so incredibly talented and so unbelievably smart but instead of using it as a way to get ahead of her team, she used it as a way to relate to them and bond with them. She almost became a protective figure over them and she took that role very seriously too. It was honestly amazing watching her mind work and how easily she was able to take on her role as a profiler because of it. I know I just named multiple good qualities but it is incredible to me how much her character was able to grow and be adored in just two seasons, she had no idea what dynamic she was getting into when she joined the team yet she fit in perfectly and adapted to it so quickly in order to help them and gain their trust.

Callahan: her confidence. She went into that bullpen being unapologetically herself from the beginning and she fit herself into that team without an ounce of apprehension. She made so much effort to establish herself and she was not shy about it which I adored; she had banter with Rossi, she opened up to Reid, she carpooled with JJ, she became a close friend for Garcia and she gained Morgan’s trust all within a few episodes; the last two being hard to do as a new member of the team. I love how she didn’t question where she belonged, she knew she belonged.

Simmons: to me, Simmons was just so incredibly sweet. When he first joined and I saw that he was buff and conventionally attractive, I was weary that he was just going to be another jock detective that we see in other shows, but he wasn’t. He, again, was an incredibly strong and skilled agent yet when he arrived on the team he took everyone for who they were and never once acted like he was in any way better than them because he had skills that they did not have. He was just a nice person and that may sound like a basic description but to me, it’s the best description to give a person. I felt genuinely safe with Matt’s character on the screen because it was just lovely to see a man on the screen who was just good.

Lewis: OH I love this woman. Tara brought a new element of self assurance to the screen and also humour. She, again, was very unapologetically herself and she knew her worth, as we saw when she went through her breakup, which was so refreshing to see because it is rare you see a woman know her value and not be portrayed as cocky for doing so. She is also a character that marked her place on the team and I also love how unafraid she was to come out and say that she was dating a woman, which was a risk in itself because the BAU had never had an openly LGBTQ+ profiler before. I also loved how she brought ‘your mum’ jokes to the show because watching a 50 year old woman with a doctorate make multiple ‘your mum’ jokes is all I needed from the show if I’m honest.

Alvez: I don’t want to repeat things too much but I also love Luke’s loyalty, which is something we also saw from very early on in his time in the show. Bear in mind when Reid was in prison, Luke was only on the team for a very short period of time, yet he believed wholeheartedly that Reid was innocent and even made threats for his safety. I also love how he took Garcia’s original dislike of him in his stride and honestly embraced everything about her, whether it was her distrust in him or her ‘quirkiness’ as the team would dub it, he took it all in and loved her because of it all, not in spite of it.

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

In Name and Blood: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: being inside a burning house, someone setting fire to a house with the reader inside, 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 is 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

Just like you thought was going to happen, there is another body that was recently dumped. Much like you suspected, it's Claire. Strauss isn't used to seeing dead bodies or dealing with them like the rest of the team, so as soon as she gets to the new crime scene, she grows sad. She grows so sad that her emotions then become yours.

With the help of Hotch and Derek, she walks down to inspect the body, but she ends up slipping. Hotch is able to catch her, but the look on Strauss' face is heartbreaking.

"Are you alright?" Hotch asks.

"I stepped on her hair," she whimpers.

The words bring tears to your eyes.

"If you need a second, take a second. This is what it is. Just don't let the public see you break down," Hotch says. He nods to an officer to take Strauss away from the body, and you take Hotch's words to heart. He turns and sees you, immediately becoming concerned. "Are you okay?"

"I felt her sadness. I'm okay." You shake off the nerves and take some gloves because your team needs you to see if there is anything you can see on the body. "I'm okay."

"This is a different area from the other dumpsites, isn't it?" Emily asks.

"He's getting smart. He knows where all of our manpower will be so he's changing locations."

"How long before he changes when and where he abducts them?"

"If he does that, we're back at zero."

"Claire?" a voice comes from the police tape.

You turn to see her husband standing there, trying to get a look at the body on the ground.

"No, no, no, no. We gotta keep him out of here," Derek orders.

Three policemen head over to the husband to try and get him away, and you turn to the body and focus on Claire. With gloves on both your hands, you head down to the body and kneel next to her, moving her hair away from her open eyes. What they must have seen in her last moments. Eyes are a big issue for you since it's like they're begging you to bring them justice. You reach over and close the eyes for her, sighing deeply.

You close your own eyes and touch her body, trying to feel for the most sensitive part of her body with the most trauma to it. Flashes of a house come to your mind, and you can connect with the energy left behind by Claire to fit the puzzle. You can see the final moments of her life as if it's a movie playing inside your mind.

There is a man, but you can't see defining features right away. There is a kid, and he looks like the one you've seen in the video. You've come to learn that if you've seen a person before--through video, in person, or in photographs--then you can see them clearly in the visions you're having. You haven't seen this unsub before, which is good to know.

This man and Claire are at a kitchen table with the kid, and Claire is cooking a meal for both the unsub. The kid is doing homework at the table, so Claire is helping him do homework while cooking for the three of them. You can feel her fear and the unsub's panic, but you feel nothing from the kid. It's a vision, so it's not going to come off as anything right now, but even looking at this kid you know he isn't feeling anything.

The flashes in your head show Claire mothering the kid, and you finally know why this unsub is keeping these women for forty-eight hours. You take your hand away from the body and stand up, discarding the gloves.

"What did you see?" Hotch asks.

"Our unsub is looking for a woman to mother his son. If they don't make the cut, then he kills them. I saw Claire taking care of the child in that security footage from the mall. Helping him with his homework, cooking meals for them, and everything else a mother does. I don't know why he is looking for a mother for his son, but these women have to meet his criteria or he kills them. Why, I don't know."

"Good work," Hotch praises.

You look to your right and see Strauss staring at you with an unreadable expression. For someone who was sad a minute ago, you can't read what she's feeling. You gathered everything you needed from the crime scene, so your team heads back to the station to try and piece some of the puzzle together.

"So, what's around the dump site?" Hotch asks about the previous ones.

"The old printing press of quad graphics, the paving yard, and then the concrete factory where we found the body. None of them are visible from the highway," Vic shows through maps.

"You don't end up there by accident."

"So, we go back to the schools, we eliminate the third ward, and we target problem kids whose fathers have held blue-collar jobs over the last ten years."

"Have you considered a non-troubled kid? What if he isn't a problem?" you ask.

"I was just about to say that," Spencer blushes.

"What do you mean?" Derek asks.

"Well, if a parent is clearly this unstable, and the other one is out of the picture, then a kid would go to great lengths to be the perfect kid. To prevent this unstable parent from lashing out at them."

"Like helping your father abduct women?" Emily asks.

"Exactly."

"They're never late for school," Spencer backs you up. "Even with the abductions and the disposal of the bodies, it's always timed perfectly so the kid will be on time to school. I don't think the killer would care. I think the kid would."

"We need to go back to those schools and see who is on the principal's list."

That's exactly what you do, and you're with Spencer while the others scattered to different schools.

"I know we were just here, but we're looking for a different kind of student now. Here are the files we borrowed from you," you say and hand over the files. "We're looking for a model student."

"It's someone who tries to please in a way that the other teachers have probably talked about. Inventing extra-credit projects, volunteering to skip recess to help clean the classroom, and stuff like that."

"David Smith," the principal says without hesitation.

"Do you know his father?" you wonder.

"We all do. It's such a sad story. All the teachers all talk about it. He was diagnosed with an inoperable tumor six months ago, and his wife left the two of them."

"That's why he's looking for women," you whisper to Spencer so that the principal doesn't hear. "She just left?"

"Yeah. I don't know what's gonna happen to David. I can't imagine David's father being someone you're looking for. He's very involved. He drops David off and picks him up every day."

"Do you happen to know what kind of car he drives?"

"A van, maybe? I can't say. Something big. He makes hand-crafted furniture. I know he does deliveries."

"Could we please meet with David? Is he here at school?" you ask.

"Of course. Right this way."

The principal takes you and Spencer down the hall to David's classroom, where she grabs the teacher's attention.

"Miss Bennett. We're looking for David Smith."

"You just missed him."

"Do you know where he went?" you ask.

"He wasn't feeling well, so the nurse volunteered to drive him home to help out David's father."

"He's got another victim," you whisper to Spencer. "Where does David live?"

As soon as you grab the address from the principal, you let the rest of your team know you got a hit. Everyone met up outside of David's house in no time. In order for you to determine if this is the right house, you have to make sure David is home. He is home, and he's watching TV by himself. You don't see his father around, but you know this is the house.

You can see the panic and fear from the nurse that drove David home.

"Where are your other agents?" Strauss wonders.

Spencer and JJ have gone around back just in case someone tries to sneak out.

"Covering the other side. They have an eye-line just in case somebody tries to sneak out the back."

"Is there any sign of the nurse or the dad?"

"Visually, no," you begin to say, but Strauss cuts you off.

"Call in SWAT, secure the perimeter, and wait for him to come out."

"Ma'am, he's holding a woman inside the house."

"We don't know that for certain. We don't have probable cause."

"She's right."

"Sir, with all due respect, he doesn't know we're here. He's hurting her. I know this because I can see her energy and feel her fear. She's in his basement, and he will kill her if we don't make a move," you say to Hotch. "He didn't lure this one to him. He changed the dump sites. He could kill her right now."

"So, let's pound on the door. Maybe he'll panic," Vic offers.

"He could kill her if we do that," you say.

"Let me go in alone. David will let me in," Emily offers.

"No," Strauss shakes her head.

"We need to get invited in that door. He's looking for female authority figures. If he lets me in, I can signal as soon as I see anything that gives us cause."

"Technically, you're not even in the FBI."

"Then let me go in. Hotch, you know I can get this guy," you offer. "I know where she is, and she needs my help."

"Fine. As soon as you have probable cause, give us a signal and get out of there," Hotch says and hands you a button.

Once pressed, it will signal to the others to come inside. You take the button and look at Emily with a sympathetic look. You don't wear your vest because it could alarm anyone inside the house. Instead, you hide your gun so that it is out of view. You walk to the house and knock on the door, smiling when David opens it.

"Hi, are you David? Your dad asked me to come by."

"He's busy."

"Would it be okay if I came inside and waited for him?"

"I guess," David shrugs.

"Thank you," you smile.

You walk inside, and as soon as David closes the door, he locks it.

"My dad says it's unsafe to leave your door unlocked."

"Smart man. So, where is your dad?"

You know exactly where he is, but you need to get David's permission to enter any part of the house.

"He's working in there," he points to the basement door.

"Would it be okay if I let him know that I'm waiting for him?"

"He doesn't like me to go down there when he's working."

"That's okay, I can do it. I'm just going to see if he's okay to see me. We'll just both be really quiet. Can you be quiet?"

David shrugs and hops back onto the couch, continuing his TV show. You turn to the basement door and carefully walk to it, grasping the doorknob and opening the door. You descend the stairs and see the missing nurse tied to some kind of board. Her eyes widen when she sees you, but you react too late.

David's father has a 2x4 that he uses to hit the back of your head with. You go crumbling to the ground, and he grabs the gun you have hidden on your back. You moan in pain and look up at the father with a glare. David must have heard the commotion since he opens the door to the basement to see what went wrong.

"Who is this? Where did she come from?" his father demands.

"She said she knew you."

"What?"

"She said she knew you," he says in a softer tone.

The father gives the gun to David, but it's clear that David doesn't want this. However, his father makes it clear that this is what he wants of his son. He points the gun at you and lets go, and David doesn't move the gun from your body.

"It's okay, point it right there."

David's father walks over to you and grabs you, hauling you to your feet. He has you in front of him so that your back is against his chest. You're bleeding from where he hit you on your head, but you don't focus on that. You reach into your pocket before his father has a chance to see, and you push the button several times.

Several seconds later, Hotch and Derek come busting into the basement with their guns drawn

"Drop the weapon, son," Hotch says to David while Derek takes care of his father. "Give me the gun."

The father has no choice but to let you go since he doesn't have a weapon to hold you with. Derek handcuffs him, and you attend to the woman who is just scared.

"That's okay. Do what they say," the father says to his son.

"Are you okay?" Emily asks you.

"I'll be fine," you say and remove the ties on the woman's wrists.

"You're dying, and this is what you want to leave your son?" Vic asks the father as he takes him away.

The ambulance was called, and you had to be checked out to make sure that there were no other issues with your wound.

"How's your head?" Spencer asks like the concerned boyfriend that he is.

"I'll be okay," you smile at him, taking his hand in yours. "I just want to get home and sleep peacefully."

"In due time," Spencer laughs along with you.

It's been five hours since he got to your apartment building, and he's been sitting outside of it in his car... waiting for the right moment to sneak inside. He watched you enter the apartment two hours ago, how tired you looked from your day. How he ever let you go is beyond him, but it's time he's taken control of his actions.

He puts out the cigarette that he's been smoking since he entered the state and gets out of his car. He looks both ways before crossing the street, peeking through the window by the door to see if anyone was inside. He doesn't want to be remembered, so he takes out another cigarette and lights it, leaning against the building to make it look like he's a resident only out here for a smoke.

He inhales three puffs before someone opens the front door. This woman doesn't pay him any mind, and he waits until she isn't facing his way before slinking up to the door. He catches it right before it can close, giving him access where he wasn't wanted before. He uses the side of the building to put out his cigarette before tearing off the base of it. He tosses the lit side onto the ground and pockets the part that's been in his mouth.

He can't let anyone know that he was here.

He heads up the stairs with his head down, making sure not to draw attention to himself. He gets to your door and whips out his lock pick, using it expertly to get inside your apartment. It's everything he thought it would be. Everything has a place of its own, and nothing is out of place. He always imagined what your place would be like if you ever left...

... if he ever let you leave.

Without a sound, he carefully tiptoes to your bedroom, opening the door slowly so as to not make any noise.

There you are. A sleeping angel. The covers are half off you, and your hair is a mess around you, but you look so beautiful. You look as beautiful as the day he first laid his eyes on you. He smiles at the memory, savoring it for just himself. His own personal haven where you're the star of it. He walks over to you to get a closer look, and he gets so close that he can see the pores on your skin.

He knows this is a risk, but he can't ever see you and not touch you. He reaches out and gently slides the back of his finger down the length of your cheek. Your skin is so smooth, just the way he likes it. He moves your hair out of the way to get a better look at you, and if he's being honest, his pants tighten just a little bit at the sight.

He didn't come here for this, so he backs up and leaves your room knowing you're not going to wake up and catch him. He's learned you're a heavy sleeper, which is what he is counting on. He carefully moves about the apartment, looking at all of the pictures you have in there.

There is one of you and a skinny white guy with curly hair. You look so happy in his arms, and if he's being honest, his blood is boiling at the thought. He doesn't touch anything that he doesn't need to, but even if he does, he brought gloves with him. He slips those on and heads to the kitchen, grabbing your oven and slowly sliding it out. He makes sure not to make too much noise, but he only needs a tiny bit of room to reach down behind the oven.

He does so and grips the gas main line, breaking it off so that if the oven was turned on, then an explosion will happen. He leaves the oven where it is and heads to the pantry, quickly finding flour. Next, he looks through your cabinets and finds rubbing alcohol that he can use as an agent.

He pops the lid off the flour and begins to sprinkle it everywhere that he can, covering your apartment with the white powder. He takes the rubbing alcohol and covers the flour with the liquid. He smirks and fishes out a lighter from his pocket, fingering the small object for a few seconds.

Should he be doing this? No, but he was never the one to follow the rules.

Without another thought, he flips open the lid and ignites the lighter, tossing it onto a pile of rubbing alcohol. He turns and leaves your apartment, quickly escaping the building altogether before someone sees the flames. He opens his door and pauses, turning back to look at your closed window.

This is for the best.

If he can't have you, then no one can.

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#86 Mary Anne and Camp BSC: Chapter 8

Wow, sorry for the huge delay in posting! Real life got in the way again, as it always does. I’ll definitely be more on top with posting here!

Where we last left off, the BSC is hosting ANOTHER summer camp for their charges and this time, it’s circus-themed. Karen and her friends are putting a damper on things by bragging that they’ve been to a REAL circus camp. And since it’s Karen, the BSC is doing nothing to discipline her and her friends for being rude to the other campers.

Also, Mary Anne’s dad is on a business trip and she’s starting to get tired of Sharon ordering takeout every night and being messy. Which brings us to this chapter.

Sharon’s taking “baching it” to a whole new level, Karen is either smuggling drugs into camp or building a torture device and Becca and Carolyn tell Hannie and Nancy where they can shove their REAL circus camp (just in a nice way).

So Mary Anne is still lamenting her dad being gone and is talking about him as if he's dead, with a “It's funny how you don't miss something until it's gone.” Oh my GOD Mary Anne, he'll be back in a little more than a week! He hasn't been reunited with Alma!

She's slowly turning into Richard though. She misses home-cooked food and is growing sick of takeout. They've ordered from a different takeout place the past few nights (and always requested no Styrofoam containers or plastic forks) and now the sink is full of dirty foil containers and the kitchen's full of garbage. Oh, and Sharon and Dawn don’t feel like cleaning the dishes either, so Sharon brought out the “good” silverware and dishes.

Holy crap. Sharon's probably thrilled because she doesn't have to act like she actually gives a shit about having a clean house. Aren't they worried about bugs or staining the dishes if they're just leaving food on them? But Mary Anne is her father’s daughter and her neat freak side is coming out.

Mary Anne takes a break from being mopey and picks up the newspapers and magazines that Sharon and Dawn let pile up, washes the dishes and changes the toilet paper instead of leaving the new roll balanced on the edge of the bathtub. Sharon, “baching it” doesn't mean living like a slob! Though I guess she's just reverting back to what she was before she married Richard. And Mary Anne keeps whining that she's turning into Maid Mary Anne and doesn't like it. Uh...Sharon and Dawn aren't ordering you to clean the house. You took it upon yourself. Would you please cheer the hell up?

The next day at camp, Karen explains to Mary Anne she needs to work on her real circus project and needs somewhere gigundoly private to do it. Mary Anne finds her a spot and sees Karen put a big, bulging backpack on the table and waits until Mary Anne leaves so she can start working on it. One of two situations here:

1. Karen smuggled a large supply of drugs into camp and is looking to sabotage the kids who didn't go to real circus camp by slipping acid into their lunch.

2. Karen stuck Emily Michelle in the backpack and for her real circus trick, will be building an iron maiden and sticking her in it, reclaiming her title of the youngest sister. Pure evil, I tell you.

Mary Anne then goes to help Claudia with the animal and clown costumes and overhears this little gem of a conversation. Which I'm copying word-for-word here.

Hannie: It's too bad we can't have some real circus acts. Nancy: Yeah. But this isn't a real circus camp, Hannie. Just a, just a...you know. Carolyn: This is a real camp. We're even going to have a cookout tomorrow night. It's fun. I like it. Becca: Don't you like this camp? Hannie: Well, sure. I guess. I mean... Becca: Why don't you like this camp? Just because you're not at a circus camp doesn't mean you can't have fun at this camp. It's just a different camp, that's all. Hannie: Maybe.

Claudia thanks Becca and Carolyn for “being cool kids” and quickly adds in that all the kids are, before Hannie and Nancy bitch about that too. Seriously, who the hell do these little shits think they are? Of course it isn't a real circus camp, none of the BSC are trained professionals, it's a fun day camp for them to hang out with their friends and the babysitters they love so much, why are they being such horrible brats about it? Get the hell over it.

Mary Anne walks past the little kids making their animal costumes, Alicia seems to have forgotten about her mom and is hard at work decorating her Halloween costume with circus decorations. She's going to be a camel, while Andrew and Claire are being lions and Jamie is a tiger. Mary Anne then wanders over to Karen, who screams for her to go away because she's trying to get makey-outey with her husband she's working on her top secret project. Mary Anne yells back “Fine!” and walks away. I was waiting for someone to snap and yell at Karen but I wasn't expecting it to be Mary Anne.

That night at dinner, Sharon sets the table with the fancy tablecloth (geez, she stopped doing laundry too?) and the good dishes and even lights candles. She and Dawn order pizza while Mary Anne glumly fixes herself a salad and takes a burger out of the freezer and microwaves it (Nooo, please don’t tell me she cooked a frozen burger in the microwave). The dining room, Mary Anne says, looks very elegant save for the pizza with olives, mushrooms, green peppers, onions, eggplant and garlic on it.

Sharon raises a pizza toast (Don't tell Kristy, she'll accuse Sharon of stealing her idea!) and toasts the bachelor life with the magical question no bachelor girl should ever forget: Do you deliver? Her and Dawn say it in unison, Mary Anne raises a forkful of salad to go along with it but she's still sulking and moping about her dad. “Not that anyone noticed. Or cared.”

Oh boo hoo...though Nola Thacker did succeed in making her sound like a 13-year-old here.

[letarasstuff]

Ranting

(A/N): This was requested by an anon, I hope you like it :)

Summary: In the middle of midterms, Spencer's daughter has enough and for the first time in her life, she rants to the team

Warnings: one swear word, school, school stress, mental breakdown, shitty friends, a bit of angst (but there is fluff to balance that out), weird grammatical sentences that are according to google correct

Wordcount: 2.3k

✨Masterlist✨ _____________________________ As a teenager, Spencer was pretty closed off. But this had several reasons, like being a child (or moreover a teen prodigy) at college and getting his first Ph.D, or that he hadn’t had a safety net of people he could have gone to. So as he became a father himself, he tried everything possible to assure his own daughter that her feelings and thoughts are always welcome and valid.

Unfortunately (Y/N) herself has developed the same habit starting high school and ever since Spencer can’t do anything to get her to open up to him. It’s not like they don’t have a good relationship, they have one of the strongest father-daughter bonds the BAU has ever witnessed. The girl simply has other ways to cope with her feelings and how to act them out in the safety of her own four walls. Her father learned to accept it, knowing that he can’t and won’t force her to talk to him.

So what follows now not only shocked Spencer. But also his work family.

It’s the time every teen in high school dreads: Midterms.

A word a teacher can mutter and a shiver goes through the rows of students in the classroom. Or at least it feels like it to (Y/N). She takes her school work very seriously. In her mind every single grade determines her future.

The rational part in her knows that the grades in her sophomore year doesn’t matter. That they are even long forgotten when she graduates. There is just so much pressure on her. But it isn’t coming from her father.

Spencer is pretty laid-back regarding school. He knows his daughter is trying her best and that it’s just the tenth grade and not the end of the world. School is not everything life has to offer, especially he has to know it as a scholar and profiler flying through the country in a jet back and forth.

It’s (Y/N)’s classmates, who pressure her to get good grades.

“We depend on you and your notes”, Tyler exclaims as he jogs next to her through the busy hallway. “Ty, I know. But I don’t have the time to get them done for all of you to understand by tomorrow. They are still a mess that only I know to see through. I still have to finish my history project and I go to my Dad’s work this afternoon, which means I won’t get much done and I still have to do the homework I got today before sorting my notes for the test in two days.”

At her locker, the boy still doesn’t let go of the subject. “Do you want to say that our grades don’t matter as much as yours? Because this would be a true selfish statement.” Maybe it is the lack of sleep, because she pulled three all-nighters in two weeks, or the fact that she is slowly getting fed up being treated like an unpaid private teacher, but (Y/N) can’t stop her sassy answer. “Tyler, you wouldn't even know how to tell apart your ass from your head if it weren’t for me and my help in biology. You wouldn’t even know how to spell selfish if I didn’t let you copy my answers in spelling tests in elementary school.”

Done with the day and her friend’s shit, she slams the door of her locker shut and leaves a flabbergasted boy behind. Half an hour later the teenager enters the bullpen with her visitor badge clipped to the pocket of her sweater.

On the way there she was fuming. The audacity of her friends. It’s not only Tyler, who tried to get her notes of a unit, she was the only one listening, even though the teacher said loud and clear that this will be important for midterms. A few other friends out of the group she usually hangs out with texted her the same question of when her notes will be given to them. Understandably, (Y/N) comes into the office in the worst mood anyone from the team ever saw, including her own father.

“Hey Sweetheart”, he tries to greet her with a hug. Even though both of them are not big on touch, they are extra affectionate with people they are close to.

To everybody’s surprise, the girl takes a step back, effectively avoiding his open arms. “Hey”, she grumbles out before taking a seat in the chair already waiting for her. Nobody is allowed to sit in this one, except for her. Not even Derek has ever put his butt on this one, knowing the sacredness of it.

Without sparing anyone another glance, (Y/N) gets the needed stuff for that history project out and continues working on it. The team resorts to throwing a questiongly look to Spencer, who shrugs his shoulders with a look of despair. So everyone resumes their work without even daring to say a word.

The general silence is occasionally broken by an unnerved sigh leaving the teenager’s lips. “Is the conference room occupied?” She asks, her voice clearly showing how annoyed she is. Her father shakes his head. “No, not that I know of. Do you need help with your school work?” This is obviously the wrong thing to say. “Do I look like a baby? I don’t need anyone to help with that, I have been going to school for ten years now, I think I can handle this project as perfectly fine as I did since day one. It’s just your keyboard typing that will be the reason for my first grey hairs if I don’t get out of here soon.”

Quickly (Y/N) gathers her stuff and storms off into the conference room. Immediately the team crowds her father’s desk. “What happened?” “Who hurt her?” “Go, talk to her!”

“Guys, I don’t know what’s going on. I’m at the same loss as all of you. The only thing I know is that (Y/N) is under pressure, because it’s midterms. But judging by the way she reacted, I don’t want to go near her. It’s safer to try to defuse a bomb than talk to her in that mood. Last time I saw something similar, her favorite show was declared finished, got a revival and then didn’t get one and nobody mentioned it again. She was so mad, I think it took three years of her life.” A silence of uncertainty spreads through the room.

“What about we give her some room until she calms down?” JJ suggests, being unsure herself how to deal with a teenage girl. But the rest agrees and goes back to filling out their paperwork.

This continues for about 20 minutes, till a loud bang and a frustrated scream is heard followed by “DON’T THEY WANT TO GET IT OR ARE THEY JUST STUPID?!” Alerted by that, seven people (yes, even Dave and Aaron leave their offices, while Penelope was already in the bullpen) storm into the round table room only to see a more than outraged (Y/N).

“Sweetheart”, Spencer speaks to her in the gentlest voice they ever heard from him and slowly moves towards his daughter, “What’s going on?”

Her response is delayed by several deep breaths she has to take in order to be able to talk without seething. “ALL OF MY SO CALLED FRIENDS ARE ASKING ME FOR MY NOTES, like do I look like a personal tutor? And when I tell them that I got a life, a life outside of school and grades, because otherwise I go completely bananas, just like all of you say, they get mad. Now they act like I’m the most selfish person in the whole world. I’m so done, can’t they understand that they are old enough to take care of their own stuff? I’m not responsible for them, their grades or anything regarding their lives. Otherwise I would be the mother of at least four toddlers and one baby and at the age of sixteen I’m not ready for that kind of responsibility. I know friends are there for eachother, and I really don’t mind helping them from time to time. But what they are doing is terror. Terror.

“Oh and don’t get me started on their tormention if I get something lower than an A-. Then they suddenly transform into geniuses, like they suddenly know everything possible. Of course, I’m the dumb one. I should have studied more.

“I am under an insane amount of pressure, because I know they rely on me, but enough is enough. I tell them that if anyone asks me for anything school related again and they act like I owe them an answer, I’ll cut off all ties to all of them. What am I, a roboter just there for their needs, without some of my own?”

After her long rant, (Y/N) takes a couple more breaths. It’s pretty much the only sound right now, because the team is stunned. None of them heard her talking, no ranting, like that. Not even her Spencer has seen her like that.

Realizing what she just said, the teenager fidgets nervously with her hands. “I’m, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, you know, blow up like that. I, I really don’t know where this came from.” Nervously she scratches the back of her head. It really wasn’t her intention to let it out like that. Her plan was just to come home tonight and deal in the confinement of her own four walls with all of her feelings. It’s easier to be honest to yourself when you are alone than having an audience watching you losing it.

Suddenly (Y/N) finds herself engulfed in a massive bear hug. “Oh, my sweet sweet summerchild. You needed to rant to us and I’m so happy you did. Even though your uhm, friends, sound like big douchebags, we can help you sort something out”, Penelope tells her while keeping her arms around the teen.

“Just like lil mama said, we are here for you, Baby Reid. Don’t ever be afraid to tell us something, may it even be as small as you having stubbed your toe.” Morgan ruffles her hair and gives her a reassuring smile.

Just like them everybody shows her their support, be it encouraging words or affectionately gestures. Rossi invites her to a calm and quiet dinner at his mansion, cooking class included. Hotch assures her that she will get through this rough patch, with or without these fake people. JJ suggests (Y/N) comes over to her home and she can participate in a family game night at their home.

When it’s Emily’s turn, she makes sure to get her message loud and clear by looking the teen in the eyes (not as deep as it sounds, because some people make an intense stare really uncomfortable): “If those kids give you a hard time again, tell me. I’ll pay them a visit in classic protective godmother fashion, because nobody traits MY godchild like this. Just give me their names and I’ll handle the rest.” Obviously she doesn’t say this aloud in front of everyone, else Hotch will have her head, knowing she goes through with her threats. Instead she whispers it into the teen’s ear. Still, it makes (Y/N) smile, having such a strong support net.

Sensing the family’s need for time of their own to talk about the whole situation, the team leaves the room. Spencer gestures to her to take a seat after moving two chairs opposite each other. He wants her not to feel trapped.

“Do you still want to talk about it? It doesn’t have to be now, we can do it tonight, tomorrow, in a week or in a month. Just, please don’t shut me out. I know it’s difficult to be a teenager, especially in times like these. But it won’t do you any good keeping all of this for yourself. Today you took it out through anger. How will it look next time?

I don’t want to pressure you into talking. We don’t need to. We can find other coping mechanisms. We can try and reduce your stress. Anything. But we both know that this is not the right way.” While speaking, he takes his daughter’s hand, making her look up to him.

(Y/N) nods. Her eyes fill with tears. “I just can’t keep going like this.” She whispers, feeling all the stress, pressure and the intensity of the last few weeks crashing down on her. Quickly Spencer gathers her in his arms, letting her cry in his embrace.

After calming down, she looks up to her father with bloodshot eyes. “We can talk tonight. But I need you to do me a favor.” “Anything”, he assures her, stroking a hand along her back. “I, uhm, I need a new phone. I may or may not have thrown mine against the wall after getting a text from Tyler.”

Spencer looks at the crooked cell laying on the floor, the screen cracked. “I think we can get that sorted”, he tells her with a smile and gives her a kiss on the forehead.

The two of them leave the office earlier, having many things to talk about and many problems to solve. But with the help of her family (Y/N) gets through this, a time where people unfortunately only like her for her smarts and not being herself.

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Okay so you said to send prompts so we can talk about dad!Spencer so my thoughts: how does Spencer and pregnant!BAU reader tell the team that they are expecting?? Is it like a game? Do they just announce it suddenly? How does it go

IT TOOK ME SO LONG BECAUSE I CAN’T DECIDE THE ENDING BUT HERE WE GO. OK THEN since JJ was the first person who find out, so here how it goes:

Spencer and you have been talking about it for quite some time. Your parents and his mom already knew, and sooner or later you have to break the news to the team too. Spencer had been a little more agitated than you, mainly because a) he couldn’t conceal his happiness for so long; b) he would want you to stay back safely if the team called for a case.

You suggested a quite straightforward method, inviting everyone for dinner to break the news. He agreed and promised he would start looking for some good restaurant to invite everyone. You tried to suggest cooking the food by yourself and he shot down the idea almost immediately.

All the plans were thrown out of the window, however, as soon as you found yourself standing in front of Morgan’s desk, lips quivering and eyes glossed with tears. Morgan peeled his eyes away from his paperwork slowly, almost syrupy-like, and was more than surprised to find you staring at him tearfully.

“I am sorry,” you blurted out immediately, leaving him no room to ask why you were staring at him like that.

Morgan blinked. “What?”

“I am sorry!” you repeated, with more force in your voice that left him stunned. “Please forgive me.”

“For…?”

“I ate your cake.”

“My cake?” Morgan repeated dumbly and slowly. He blinked, tried to piece everything together, slowly walking back through all the course of events in his life that led him to this exact moment. “The chocolate cake I left in the fridge at the break room?”

“Yes, that one. I am sorry, I didn’t mean to!” you started to sniffle, feeling some stray tears started to stream down your face. Morgan looked alarmed as he straightened up on his seat. “I am sorry!”

Morgan was more than confused, if not alarmed by your sudden tearful confession of you eating his cake. You saw JJ stood up from her seat from your peripheral vision, pushing a chair towards you and gently coaxed you to sit down. You couldn’t really register what happened through your high wave of guilt and tearful eyes, but suddenly Emily is standing next to you and JJ rubbed your back soothingly.

“Morgan!” you yelled his name, agitated by his silence. “Say something!”

You could feel Emily gesturing something towards Morgan, mouthed some words you couldn’t hear. Morgan flickered his eyes between you and Emily, his eyebrows furrowed together in a mixture of confusion and pure concern.

You know that it was stupid, and you probably had made a scene in the middle of the bullpen. Judging from the fact that Garcia is suddenly asking everyone what happened and Hotch — oh god Hotch is watching you having a tearful outburst — is out of his office, you knew that you had attracted everyone’s attention.

You couldn’t really tell whether it was mortification, or guilt, or just overall your hormones messing with your head, but you started to cry harder. Violent sobs wrecked through your body, and suddenly you’re engulfed in Emily’s embrace. Morgan looked even more alarmed with your violent sobs, wrecking his head to find a word to say.

“It’s alright. Hey, hey, hey, look at me,” Morgan gently placed his hand atop yours, coaxing you to look at him. You lifted your head to meet his eyes, and a pang of guilt punched your chest at the gaze he sent you. “It doesn’t matter, it’s okay. It’s just a cake.”

The concerned stares he gave you knocked out the air out of your lungs. You knew he was genuine with his words, but it had upset you even more knowing he probably felt guilty for making you cry in the middle of a bullpen. You felt like a child, and you were angry with yourself.

Morgan blinked, again, didn’t know what to do. To be really frank, he didn’t care about the cake one bit. He didn’t mind if anyone ate his cake at all. But all of his effort to comfort you seemingly only made you more upset and he really was at the end of his wit.

“What’s going on?” Spencer, like a knight in shining armor that he is, showed up just right in time. His eyes widened at the sight of you crying in Emily’s arms, and immediately made his way towards you. He shot a glare towards Morgan who immediately raised his hand to the air in surrender.

You immediately threw yourself into his embrace, couldn’t really bring yourself to care and remind yourself that you’re in the middle of a professional setting surrounded by your coworker. Spencer rubbed your back soothingly and gently rocked your body back and forth as you cried into his shirt. You mumbled something incoherently into his shirt as you sobbed.

“Sweetheart, what was that?” Spencer gently pushed himself away to take a better look towards your face. You glanced up to see him through your wet eyelashes, frowning at worry plastered all over his face.

“I ate Morgan’s cake,” you said again through your tears. “I didn’t mean to. It was the baby, I swear.”

You could feel Spencer stiffened underneath your arms as you said that, but you realized a little too late after a long silence fell and everyone stared at you with a wide eye. You swore somebody could drop a pin and it could be heard clearly.

“I—” you opened your mouth but then closed it again, more to address your wide-eyed husband rather than anyone in the room. You swore you could spot some hidden amusement and wonder behind those eyes, and suddenly you felt absolutely annoyed.

“I’m sorry,” Garcia was the first one who broke the silence. “Did you say baby?”

You took a quick glance towards Spencer. He just smiled and shrugged and you caught JJ quietly turned around and walked towards her desk to hide a smile and suppress a laughter. Well, the cat is finally out of the bag at last. All it took was one meltdown over a piece of cake.

“Uh… surprise?”

“What the hell,” Emily let out a snort of laughter. You shot her a glare that did nothing but made her laugh even harder, shaking her head as she draped an arm around your shoulder. “That was one hell of a dramatic way to announce your pregnancy. I really appreciate it, I always know you’re my best friend for a reason. Congratulations.”

“Oh my god! Ohmygod we’re having another baby!” Garcia squealed. “Congratulations. I love you, even though you hid it from us this long!”

You grinned at Garcia as she pulled you and Spencer into a hug. “Thank you.”

Hotch gave you a long look. “I am really happy for you both. Congratulations, but next time, please refrain from having a dramatic announcement,” he said sternly, although you swore you caught his lips twitching.

After many rounds of congratulations from everyone, the initial crowd that gathered dissipated and soon it returned into another normal day in FBI’s Quarter. Still, you couldn’t help but to notice Morgan keep staring at you with a mixture of awe and wonder.

“Is that why you yelled at me once when I was wearing my perfume? Even though I have been using it for years?” Morgan asked you with a voice thick with awe. You started to blushed furiously as the memory of you lashed out on him at the overwhelming smell of his perfume started to fill your head. “I should’ve known! But I just took it as you having a hangover.”

“I’m sorry, your perfume makes me nauseous,” you muttered meekly as your eyes glaring holes into your paperwork in order to avoid his eyes.

Morgan just laughed out loud. Glad that he found humor in your struggle. “Just keep in mind that Derek is a nice name for a baby boy.”

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true lies - s. r. (8/15)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Series Summary: Spencer is furious, when you rejoin the team after a year and after you left him, when he got arrested. Little does he know, that you leaving him was the only option to ever get him out of prison.

Chapter Summary: You and Spencer meet at your favorite coffee shop - and he asks you to spend some time with him.

Warnings: some minor talk about injuries, mostly fluff

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: hello friends! here’s part 8! I hope you like it. gif not mine.

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As you enter the bullpen through the glass door, you are immediately stopped. "What are you doing here?", Emily asks, confused. She's standing at JJ's desk, both of them holding a coffee cup, looking at you in amazement. "I told you to stay home."

As you set your bag down on your desk, you wince briefly. "It's boring at home. Besides, it's just a minor bruise, Emily. And sitting at a desk doesn't require much physical exertion. I can handle it."

JJ presses her lips together. "I thought the doctor put you on bed rest because you narrowly escaped a broken rib." You give her a meaningful look. "Sorry, Y/N. You should take that seriously."

"You don't have to stab me in the back, though", you say playfully, and the three of you grin. "Desk duty?" Your eyes shift to Emily. She shakes her head and you sigh.

"We're on a case, Y/N. So no desk duty, and like JJ said, the doctor put you on bed rest."

You cross your arms in front of your chest, carefully, because the skin underneath is stained dark blue. You took quite a beating on your last case. The unsub kicked you in the torso with all his might as you tried to wrestle him down. And even though the pain shot through your whole body like a lightning bolt, you managed to do it.The result is a bruised rib that hurts a lot, but isn't so bad that you can't go on a mission.

Only Emily disagrees. "Go home, Y/N. Get some rest. If we need your help, we'll get back to you." You want to say something else, but she beats you to it. "That's an order."

Reluctantly, you shoulder your bag and try not to let the pain in your torso show. "You promise to call me if you need anything, though?"

Both women paint a cross over their chests where the heart is located. "Word of honor."

You don't feel like going home, because there's absolutely nothing waiting for you there. You could clean - which is against the bed rest, which you wouldn't stick to anyway - or cook something sensible, because your stomach has only had to experience ready-made meals and fast food lately, but you don't feel like it. Although it would be just the thing for you. A bit of everyday life would do you good, maybe take your mind off Spencer for a bit, and honestly, your life needs to get back on track.

So before you head to your local supermarket, you step into your favorite coffee shop. The smell of coffee wafts into your nose and the atmosphere alone warms you up, even though it's not particularly cold outside. You stand at the end of the queue, examining the pastries displayed in a small window. After ordering, you wait patiently for your drink and the muffin you couldn't pass without your mouth watering. The barista wishes you a nice day as she hands you the cup and you make your way towards the exit.

"Y/N?"

Your gaze lingers on Spencer, who is sitting at one of the small tables.  In front of him are several loose sheets of paper that take up the entire table and an empty coffee cup. You bite your lower lip. It's been several weeks since you've seen each other, as Spencer's one hundred days of work has expired and he's now teaching some students. As he smiles at you, you realize how much you've missed him these past few days.

"Hi, Spencer", you smile at him as you stand in front of his table. Your fingers curl around the back of the empty chair in front of you. "How are you?"

He reaches for the slips of paper in front of him and folds them before putting them in his pocket. "I'm fine, thanks." He closes his bag before placing it on the table. "What are you doing here? Don't you have a case to solve?"

"Emily gave me the day off. I took a kick and bruised up on our last case, so I'm not allowed to go out on case", you explain, shrugging. Spencer looks you up and down. He's probably trying to figure out where the injury is. "She sent me home again this morning."

Spencer gets up from his chair, shoulders his bag, and walks with you toward the exit. "So what are you planning to do today?"

"I was thinking about cooking myself something delicious and doing a little cleaning at home. To bring a bit of everyday life into my life," you answer and your tone tells him that you don't feel like it at all. "I'm not so sure about the cooking yet, though. After all, I don't want to risk food poisoning."

Spencer has to smile in response. "I can remember that. Everyday life isn't quite your thing."

You nod and pucker your mouth. "Right. But  I have to do something. And just sitting around at home waiting for the day to be over isn't an option."

Together, you walk a short distance, chatting about his students until you arrive at your car. You push the button on your key and hear the central locking system open. You open the driver's door. "See you around, Spencer," you say goodbye and are about to get in, but Spencer stops you.

"You could come with me", he suggests, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. You raise an eyebrow. "Yeah. I'm about to teach another class, and you're welcome to join me." Blush rises to his face, and you're not quite sure if he's serious and really wants you there. But when he lifts his gaze from his shoes and looks you in the eye, your doubts evaporate. "So?"

"I'm actually Emily's phone joker“, you give out, because really, you're not sure spending the day with Spencer is the right thing to do, even if you'd only be sitting in the back of the lecture hall. "She wants to call me if they need help." You see Spencer's expression darken. Apparently he was excited to have you on board today, and your cancellation actually seems to hit him a bit. You take a deep breath. "But I'll still be happy to come along. If Emily does call, it could be very interesting for your students."

A smile spreads across his face, reaching up to his eyes. "Well then, let's go. Class starts in twenty minutes."

There's something comforting about sitting in the back of the lecture hall and listening to Spencer explain things to his students. It reminds you of the time you sat on your couch in the evenings, eating delivery dinners and watching documentaries. The TV sound was always on mute because Spencer's knowledge was so vast that his versions of the documentaries were much more exciting than the original versions. Those evenings had been perfect. Listening to him now, with a passion that seems all too familiar, the way he explains things and the looks he casts around the room, some sticking to you, come pretty close to those perfect evenings.

The ringing of your phone snaps you out of your thoughts. The students in front of you turn around in annoyance and you apologize as you get up from your seat. Spencer looks at you questioningly, but you just press your lips together into a thin line as you look at him and leave the lecture hall.

"What's up, Emily?", you ask her as you answer the call.

"The unsub always leaves puzzles at the crime scene", she begins without greeting you. You don't blame her. "And always different puzzles. Self-created crossword puzzles, number sequences, picture puzzles and symbol series, for example. Maybe you can take a look at them sometime." Emily emails you the puzzles, and before you can ask how the case is going, the line goes silent. Typical Emily.

You open the emails and are inundated with images. Emily definitely didn't overstate. As you head back into the lecture hall, you give Spencer a meaningful look.

"Excuse me for a moment", he says to his students and is with you in just a few steps. "Does Emily have something for us?"

Us. As he says the word, you warm to it. While he doesn't mean it the way you'd like, you're incredibly glad that he considers you friends. Although, really, you don't deserve it, because it's all based on a lie. You push the thought aside. Spencer is standing so close to you that you can breathe in his perfume and feel the warmth of his body. You have to pull yourself together not to inhale his scent deeply.

"The unsub leaves puzzles at the scene", you describe the situation, handing him your phone so he can take a look. You can practically see his brain start to rattle and before you can do anything, Spencer walks forward again.

"So, guys. This", he turns back to his students and gestures for you to join him with a wave. Tense and a little nervous, you stand next to him and raise your hand. "Is my colleague and friend SSA Y/N Y/L/N. Since she sustained some injuries on her last case, she is assisting me today." He hands your phone back to you. "Can you project the pictures on the wall somehow?" he whispers to you and you have to grin. The guy has several PhDs, but can't manage to connect a cell phone to a projector. You tap the screen a few times, playing it safe to make sure the projector on the ceiling is actually turned on, and moments later the puzzles appear on the wall behind you. Spencer smiles at you.

"Today you have the honor of working on a real and, more importantly, current case", Spencer speaks to the students again, curiosity spreading across their faces. They all sit up straight and listen intently as he paces. "Unit Chief Prentiss and our team are in the field right now and have found these puzzles at the crime scenes. Please take a look and let us know your thoughts. Maybe you can give us an important clue."

Immediately, the students start talking to each other, sharing theories and jotting down their thoughts on paper. Spencer and you lean against his desk at the time, watching the scene. You keep noticing how some of the female students give him ogling looks, but as soon as they meet your gaze, awkwardly turn back to the task at hand.

"How many people audit in your class?", you ask him quietly, Spencer shrugs. "Because I think the girls in the first two rows are just here to stare at you." You nudge him with your shoulder and stifle a grin.

"You and your imaginations", he replies, but he has to grin, too. He opens his mouth, about to say something else, but a student beats him to it.

"Professor, agent, I think we've found something."

And indeed. Together you are able to crack the puzzles, which takes the rest of the day, but neither you two nor the students complain about it. After you update Emily on your progress and send the students home, they actually thank you and ask if you'll keep coming to class.

As Spencer packs up his things and the last people leave the lecture hall, you wait patiently for him at the exit. The day has been pretty exhausting, but you're glad you got to spend it with Spencer. You're sure that today is a very good start for a friendship. And that alone makes your heart beat a little faster.

A young woman suddenly stops in front of you, and you avert your eyes from Spencer. You recognize her. She was sitting in the front row until just now, and she was one of the girls staring at Spencer throughout.

"Agent Y/L/N?" She brushes a strand of hair behind her ear and chews on her bottom lip. She's visibly nervous. "Can I ask you something?"

You raise an eyebrow. "Sure."

"Are you ... I mean ... are you and Professor Reid a couple?", she stammers. "I know it's a pretty personal question. But I've noticed the way they look at each other and -"

"We're colleagues and friends", you interrupt her immediately. You don't sound harsh, but your tone doesn't leave room for another question either, so she turns away with a quick nod of her head and disappears from the lecture hall. You look after her.

How did you look at each other? The way friends do, right? Maybe there was some longing in your looks, after all, you love Spencer, but you're pretty sure that wasn't the case with him. When Spencer walks up to you and puts a hand on your arm, you flinch briefly in shock. "Are you okay?"

You nod at him. "Uh, yeah." Together, you leave the room. Should you tell him about the question? Or would that be weird in light of the fact that you had actually been a couple once? "She had another question." Spencer looks at you, a sign that you should keep talking. "She asked if we were a couple." At your answer, he stops and looks at you curiously. "She was one of the ones eyeing you. She said we looked at each other in a special way, or something. But I think she just wanted to know if you were available." The situation is so weird that you can't stop talking. Luckily, Spencer eventually interjects.

"And what did you say to her?" He sounds unsure.

"What would you like me to have said to her, Spencer? We're colleagues and friends." You adjust the bag on your shoulder and smile slightly at him before turning and continuing towards the exit. You want to escape this moment and are relieved when the wind outside hits your face and cools your heated skin. Finally, you can take a breath.

You don't see Spencer's expression twist and his voice is just a whisper that you don't notice. "Right ... friends."

next part

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[queenshelby]

Time for Change – Part Two

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Smut

Words: 4,356

Notes: Not based on Cillian’s life. This is fiction guys! 

YOUR POV

Your night had to be the worst one yet as you received a photograph of your husband in bed of another woman from someone who contacted you via Facebook.

The person who contacted you went by the name of Lucas and Lucas had a story to tell. He asked whether he could call, speak to you about your husband and, of course, you agreed.

You were intrigued and you needed to know what he was up to.

When Lucas called you, he informed you that the woman your husband was with was named Emily and, of course, you knew all about her. She was his secretary back when you lived in New York. She was the reason you demanded to return to your home country of Ireland and he promised you that it was over between them after a yearlong affair.

But Lucas told you that it wasn’t. And Lucas also told you something else which came like a blow to your face.

According to him, Emily had a young child, a child which had been fathered by your husband.

This, of course explained everything. The constant business trips, money disappearing from your joined bank account without explanation and him getting up in the middle of the night in order to go for a walk.

Lucas’s phone call was like a plea for help. He wanted you to know. But why did he, you wondered? He had no vested interest in their relationship or yours, or did he?

He never told you who he was and you didn’t question it once you received pictures of your husband’s daughter via Messenger. On the pictures, your husband was holding her, cuddling her and feeding her. He looked happy and that made you feel guilty.

A child was what you could never give him after you lost half of your reproductive system following an accident in 2001. You were devastated but, at the time, you didn’t realise what consequences this accident would have on your life.

You tried, many times over to conceive and he pushed for you to try harder, to go through the IVF process, which was something you decided against. Instead, you pushed for adoption and this is how you met the most important person of your life, your daughter Chloe.

Chloe was three years old when you both adopted her and she was everything you ever cared for with all your heart. But, to your husband, she was never really his daughter. He never loved her the way a father should because she wasn’t his and he blamed you for it ever since.

Now, you were 32 and Chloe was 10 and you were happy. But obviously, your husband was not and sought the comfort of another much younger woman. Now, she gave him what he had always wanted, a child of his own and you felt as though you should be happy for him. But you weren’t. You were saddened by how your life had turned out. Yet, little did you know that your life was about to change.

CILLIAN’S POV

Cillian’s night wasn’t any better than yours. His wife Danielle had called him from her mother’s house, telling him that she wouldn’t be home until the weekend.

‘What am I going to tell the kids, Danielle?’ Cillian asked angrily and annoyed by the fact that, once again, she ran off.

‘I don’t know, you figure it out. Why is this always my problem, Cillian?’ Danielle asked, causing Cillian to huff.

‘What is all this about. Please enlighten me Danielle’ Cillian then said, wondering why she took off once again.

‘What do you think Cillian?’ Danielle asked, causing Cillian to huff and sigh again.

‘For starters, you rather spend time with Marina and Natasha instead of calling me and your children when you are away filming. Then, when I call your PA, I am told that you are busy. You are always fucking busy’ Danielle said angrily and Cillian realised that, of course, this fight was about his work again and the fact that Cillian had been away for months until recently to shoot Season 6 of Peaky Blinders.

Danielle never supported his career. She hated it and didn’t support his choices and her attitude towards it had become relentless over the past three years as he became more famous.

She was jealous, continuously, and alleged him having several affairs over the years. Every time there was a young and attractive woman on set, she would become possessive and, when Cillian didn’t call her every night, she would lose her mind. But, unlike your husband, Cillian didn’t cheat on her, not even once and her allegations created constant tension between them.

Whatever Cillian did, was never good enough for her. He wasn’t a good enough husband and he wasn’t a good enough father. Yet, on the other hand, she enjoyed the financial stability and the fact that she didn’t have to work as Cillian was able to provide for her and his family.  

After their latest fight, Cillian surely had enough and, whilst he had stayed with Danielle for his children, he didn’t know how much longer he could sustain a relationship like this with her if, all she did, was walk out on him whenever she thought that he done something wrong.

DINNER TIME

With both of you torn, upset and lonely with Cillian’s children at camp and your daughter at her grandmother’s house in Galway, dinner, a movie and some wine seemed like a fantastic idea and you texted Cillian at around lunchtime, confirming your date.

Whilst it felt somewhat weird to you, cooking dinner for your brother-in-law without the presence of your step sister Dannielle, you were somewhat excited to spend some time with Cillian.

You always liked him, his sense of humour and his intellect. You were likeminded and both enjoyed music, movies, books and theatre. You always had plenty to talk about and it was nice to not be surrounded by children for once.

***

‘Are you still coming over at 7 o’clock for dinner and some Netflix? Bring some wine because I know you are picky with the reds’ you texted him.

‘Says who?’ Cillian texted back.

‘Your wife’ you then responded.

‘Will do. See you at 7’ Cillian texted.

***

At exactly seven o’clock, you heard the doorbell ring and there he was, your brother-in-law with not one but two bottles of wine and a book.

‘Right on time as usual’ you said as you invited him inside and he couldn’t help but look at your cleavage again, surprised by the fact that you were wearing a tank top with no bra underneath. Did you have your nipples pierced, he wondered?

‘Cillian?’ you then asked as, clearly, he didn’t hear your question as he was too busy staring at your breasts.  

‘What?’ he then said as he collected his thoughts.

‘Which bottle did you want me to open?’ you asked again, laughing as you did.

‘Whichever one you want’ he then said before offering you some help in the kitchen.

You quickly declined his offer, telling him that everything had been done, before walking into the kitchen to open the bottle of wine.

As you walked off, Cillian couldn’t help but watch you again, moving your hips and causing your rather short and flattering skirt move from side to side.

You weren’t wearing anything special. Just a plain skirt and a tank top, no shoes, no stockings, possibly a pair of panties for what he could tell. But that was it. It was a warm day and he wasn’t really surprised by your outfit. Your figure was immaculate so why not show it.

You eventually returned to the living room with two glasses of wine and sat down next to Cillian.

‘Dinner will be about 30 or 40 minutes, sorry. I had to play around with the oven for a while to get it working’ you explained, noting that your kitchen was rather dated.

‘That’s perfectly fine. Thank you for cooking’ Cillian then said before handing you the book which he brought along.

‘Oh damn, you found it. Thank you’ you said excitedly as Cillian and you had talked about this book which he had read about five years ago and you were rather intrigued by it.

***

Following the initial small talk, you told Cillian over a glass of wine what happened to you over night, about James and his child in the US.

He was shocked but couldn’t stop himself and ask why you never had children together.

‘We tried for five years but I can’t have children’ you sighed, taking another sip from your wine.

‘I am so sorry Y/N’ Cillian then said, placing his hand over yours gently.

‘It’s alright Cillian. I made my peace with it and I do have Chloe’ you explained with a warm smile.

‘Well, she is one good kid, that’s for sure. You should count your blessings’ Cillian said with his hands still on yours.

‘I do, every day’ you said before asking him whether he had heard from Danielle.

Without hesitation, Cillian told you about what had happened and about the problems they were having over the past few years, her jealousy and her possessiveness. He also told you that, today, he had finally seen a lawyer to talk about his options. He wanted to file for divorce. It was long overdue.

‘Well, I can’t say that I blame her for being a jealous although the way she is acting seems excessive if you have never given her a reason to distrust you’ you then said, cheeks flushing as you reached for your wine glass again.

‘You can’t blame her? What do you mean by that?’ Cillian chuckled.

‘I think she is lucky to be with a man like you and she probably knows it. Men like you are rare. You are a great father and husband and, well, you are quite attractive so I can see how she gets a little worried’ you said somewhat embarrassed, the wine helping you tell the truth.

‘You think that I am attractive huh?’ Cillian asked equally embarrassed as he took a sip from his wine.

‘Yes’ you said, your cheeks now red like fire as you got up suddenly.

‘I think dinner might be ready’ you then said quickly as you disappeared into the kitchen and Cillian followed you shortly thereafter to help you plate up.

***

‘So, 45 next week, are you doing anything special?’ you then asked but Cillian simply shook his head.

‘Thanks for reminding me how old I am Y/N’ he then laughed and you couldn’t help but giggle before grabbing your empty plates and taking them to the sink.

‘You aren’t old Cillian’ you said as he followed you, helping you to clean up.

‘Coming from a woman in her early thirties. I take this as a compliment’ Cillian then chuckled.

‘You should’ you smirked. ‘In fact, I think, at 45, you are in your prime’ you then said with a cheeky wink as you filled up the sink. Like most other things in your house, your dishwasher was broken.

‘So, I am in my prime, huh?’ Cillian laughed and, just as the sink filled up completely, you felt Cillian touch you from behind.

‘Yes’ you murmured as the heat emanating from him was incredible and it took all of your willpower to just stand there and wash the dishes while he reached for the kitchen towel by your side, beginning to dry the dishes.

You desperately wanted to turn around in this moment and kiss him, but he was your step-sister’s husband and it was wrong.

This continued on for a while, in your small kitchen. You could feel Cillian’s warm breath behind you, his hands brushing against you so many times that you lost count until, finally, he put the last dry dish on the bench and leaned over your side to hang the kitchen towel up to dry.

Suddenly and somewhat unexpectedly, you felt Cillian’s warm hands run over the skin of your arms and a hot pair of lips kissing your neck. You wanted to move, you knew you had to, but you couldn't. Your body had started sweating and you felt him pull you closer as his lips continued to kiss your neck.

‘I am sorry Y/N, I should stop’ he then said as you stood there almost frozen.

‘No, don’t…please’ you huffed out, staring at the splashback behind the sink as Cillian kissed you gently.

Then you couldn’t resist your urges any longer and, with one swift movement, you turned around and pressed your lips onto his while your wet and soapy hands took hold of his hair.

The kiss was urgent and passionate, unlike anything else you had ever experienced before.

‘We shouldn’t be doing this’ you huffed out as you pulled away from Cillian to take a breather.

‘I know’ Cillian then said as he gently played with your hair, moving your long streaks out of your eyes.

Then, he moved his hand to the side of your face and caressed your cheek. His touch was gentle and he was so close to you that your voice was gone from your throat and you couldn't say anything. Couldn't stop him, you didn’t want to stop him, you just wanted to feel his touch.

Within seconds your lips were connected again and you couldn’t help your urges and desires any longer.

‘I can’t stop’ you then huffed out in between kisses while his hands travelled over your back and then down to your ass.

‘Neither can I’ Cillian said and, just as he did, you moved your hands from your chest down to his stomach and lifted up his t-shirt.

‘I need you Cillian’ you said as he helped you pull his t-shirt over his head and lifted you up onto the kitchen counter.

‘I suppose if Danielle already thinks that I am cheating, I might just as well’ Cillian said, no longer caring about her and giving into his needs.

Within seconds, Cillian lifted your tank top over your head and saw that, indeed, both of your nipples were pierced.

‘I saw you look at them when you walked in’ you giggled as Cillian gently ran the palms of his hands over your breasts.

‘Fuck’ he barely managed to breath out and, when you looked down at his skinny jeans, you could see his cock hardening beneath the denim.

While Cillian was playing with your breasts, giving some attention to your nipple piercings, he pressed his lips onto yours softly at first, gently kissing you, and slowly sucking on your lips.

His kisses were caring, loving, and not at all what you had expected. He parted your lips with his and soon the kisses became more and more passionate again. His tongue slipped into your mouth and his lips moved all over yours.

You could feel his hand trace from your breasts down to your stomach before pushing your legs further apart and finding its way beneath your skirt.

‘Jesus Y/N’ Cillian groaned as he could feel how wet your panties were and he pushed aside the fabric before running one of his fingers through your wet slit.

‘Oh god’ you moaned, causing Cillian to smile. His touch was almost too much to bear and, after just minutes of teasing, Cillian picked you up in his arms and took you to your bedroom. Of course, he knew where it was. He had been at your house many times.

After Cillian placed you onto your bed gently, he pulled off your skirt and panties together in one go and you suddenly bit your lip, feeling somewhat embarrassed about lying there completely naked in front of your step-sister’s husband.

‘You are stunning’ Cillian then said, mesmerised by your naked beauty right there in front of him.

‘If you say so’ you giggled, waiting for him to join you on the bed.

‘Are you sure that this is what you want? Because there is no turning back after this’ Cillian then asked as he stood in front of the bed and unzipped his jeans

‘Yes, I do…and I must admit, I’ve been fantasising about this for a while, but I would never have acted on it’ you said with some embarrassment.

‘That makes two of us then’ Cillian chuckled as, finally, he pushed down his jeans and briefs, causing you to let out a sigh of excitement when his hard cock sprung free.

Cillian joined you on the bed, caressing your body while kissing you gently. Eventually, he moved his hand lower and started pressing his palm on your pubic bone. He pulled you close to him and his hard cock was poking against your thigh. You could feel his pre-cum dripping from his cock onto your skin while the pressure and movement of his palm on your pubic bone was sending subtle vibrations to your pussy. It was getting wetter and your nipples were getting harder.

Your mind was reminding you of your morals, your vows, and values, but your body was no longer listening. Your body wanted pleasure and release and so did his.

‘You are beautiful Y/N. James is a lucky man’ Cillian said in between kisses as his eyes were filled with a lust and fire you had not seen before. Not even in James’s eyes.

He moved his hand to your breast again and fondled it tenderly. He closed his thumb and finger around the nipple. Then he pinched it and a sharp jolt seemed to go through your body. He squeezed your nipple again and your pussy reacted with an involuntary spasm.

Then, his body began to shift, hovering over you and he started kissing the soft flesh of your breasts. He was leaving marks on them as if he was marking them as his territory. What was James going to say, you didn't know, but your body didn't care.

Cillian eventually took one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking on it gently and causing you to moan. His mouth was so hot, you felt it would burn your skin. He pulled his head back, letting your breast slip out, till your nipples was between his teeth and then he gently bit on it. Shorts of pain as well as pleasure rippled though your body and another moan escaped your mouth.

By this time your pussy was so wet that drops of your juices were tricking out of it and down your thigh. You loved this kind of foreplay, something James never bothered with but, clearly, Cillian enjoyed it a lot.

But this wasn’t all of it. Cillian wasn’t done with the foreplay just yet and, when he was satisfied that he had left enough little bruises on your soft flesh, he sat up on his knees and began loving your lower body.

He pushed your legs apart and began planting small kisses on your upper thighs, and licking small trails up and down, stopping short of your mound every time he did, causing you to squirm and moan. He wanted to break your resolve completely and he wanted you to beg. That was going to be his power over you and, as much as you didn’t want to do that, your moans kept escaping your lips. And even though you couldn't see his face, you would imagine his smile.

‘Oh fuck, please Cillian, just do it’ you moaned out loudly and, just as you did, you could hear him chuckle.

Then, finally, you felt it; his tongue on your wet pussy lips. It was a slow broad stroke that sent jolts of pleasure though your pussy, up your spine and exploded in your brain.

‘Oh yes, oh god, fuck’ you moaned before you bit your lips. Your whole body shivered and you felt week in your knees. Then you felt his fingers work their way to between your legs to your pussy.

You squirmed at the intensity. James usually didn’t pleasure you like this and it was overwhelming having Cillian do this to you. He pushed your legs apart widely and forced you to open up, making yourself accessible. His finger traced a line along your pussy lips as his tongue started to twirl circles over your clit. He stroked there, not attempting entry, just teasing your entrance while his tongue worked its magic.

‘You are so fucking wet Y/N’ Cillian observed and then you felt his fingers open your lips, using one finger each from both of his hands. Your body seemed to open to him like a flower. The dampness that was in you started coating his hands. You were enjoying this more than you should and your mind was fighting it, but your body betrayed you. It was welcoming, eager.

‘Oh god, Cillian’ you moaned again his tongue traced the glistening slit on your open pussy. Then, your legs began to quiver as his tongue entered your open hole.

You knew you were going to cum any second as Cillian was rubbing your clit with his lips and fucking your pussy with his tongue. Your pussy was flowing profusely and Cillian must have been gulping down every drop. Suddenly your whole world exploded and you came with thunderous force. You pushed up against his mouth and let out a muffled scream through bitten lips as you came. Your nails were digging into the back of his head but Cillian still didn't stop.

‘Holy fuck, oh god yes’ you screamed out while your legs began to shake as Cillian gave you the most intense orgasm that you had ever experienced.

You don't know what happened next, if you had passed out or not, but the next thing you did remember was lying on the bed with Cillian on top of you. He was kissing your lips and you could taste your own juices on his lips.

‘Hmm fuck this was good’ you moaned, drawing Cillian’s lips closer for another kiss and you could feel him smile against your lips. His cock was touching your wet pussy and the heat emanating from it was incredible.

‘I could spend fucking hours between your legs’ Cillian then smiled, starring down at you with lustful eyes.

‘I wouldn’t object, although, for now want to feel you…all of you’ you said, biting your lips and urging him to push inside you.

Your legs were spread and open with his hips holding them apart. You felt the head of his cock slide across the mouth of your pussy, teasing you and collecting some of your wetness.

‘Please, stop teasing’ you then moaned, bucking your hips and his cock followed your movements before, suddenly, forcing its way several inches into your body.

You were gasping for breath. You were in the grip of some primal emotion as you groaned Cillian’s name loudly and he slid out to the end again. This time, your body moved with him, like it didn't want to feel him leave your confines.

‘Oh god’ you moaned and Cillian slammed into you burying the full length of his member deep into your pussy.

‘Fuck, you feel so good…so tight, Jesus’ Cillian groaned as he pulled out, then drove in again. The power of his thrusts caused an almost violent reaction in your body, as it met his thrusts with powerful thrusts of its own.

Your hips were now rolling with his every move, trying to keep his cock deeply in your pussy. Your mouth was open, you were panting, moaning. Your resolve to keep calm was being sorely tested as you gave in to Cillian’s thrusts.

But it was difficult for him too as he hadn’t slept with Danielle for six months and was starved of intimacy and now, here you were, the woman he had desired for a while right beneath him for his taking.

‘Cillian, I am close, fuck’ you moaned since you really needed to cum. It seemed your whole being was centered on Cillian’s cock splitting open your pussy, almost like it was the first time you had sex. You may as well have been a virgin, since Cillian angled his movements in way that he was reaching places that James, the only man you ever had sex with before tonight, hadn't even known existed.

You pulled Cillian close for a passionately kiss and your fingers clawed down his back, scratching him wildly. You were out of my control. Your body had become a vessel for his use. You heard the screaming and you knew it was your own.

‘Fuck me, Cillian. Oh my god fuck me’ you shouted out as you gave in and then you screamed as your body reached its high.

‘Fuck, Y/N’ Cillian groaned as he picked up speed and, within seconds you could feel his cock erupt inside you, pulsing and pumping as he did. He emptied string after string of cum into the warmth of your pussy while your walls contracted, milking him until there was nothing left and you were a shaking mess.

Finally, through panting lips, Cillian kissed you and pulled out. Just as he pulled out, you could feel his cum leaking from your pussy and onto the sheets. There was a lot and you couldn’t help but collect some of it with your finger and bring it to your mouth.

Cillian raised an eyebrow at you, wondering what you were doing.

‘I just wanted to see what you taste like’ you smirked as you licked his cum from your finger which is when he realised that he probably should have pulled out.

‘Fuck, I am sorry…I shouldn’t have cum inside you’ Cillian then said somewhat embarrassed.

‘It’s fine, really. In fact, I enjoyed feeling you cum like this’ you said, biting your lip and kissing him again gently before asking him whether he wanted to stay with you for the night.

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Day 5: Tickle Hugs for everyone!

The animatronics are known to cause chaos. But one thing that keeps them together is their game of Tickle Time!

Day 5! My favorite number!

William was sitting by himself, having a cup of coffee while he admired the animatronics.

“Any coffee for us?” The animatronics asked.

William spat out his coffee and laughed. It sounded slightly manic…

“Nohohope! You’re not getting any coffee. No way jose!” William replied.

“Awww...It smells good.” Foxy muttered.

“I programmed that function into you for identifying foods...Not for eating foods.” William warned.

Suddenly, a loud clang sound filled the pizzeria. It sounded like it came from the kitchen. Not only that, but Chica hadn’t been in the main dining hall for a while…

Oh no…

“Chiiicaaaa!” William called.

“What?” Chica squawked.

“No cooking in the kitchen!” William warned.

“I’m NOT!” Chica argued.

“I can hear you banging things around in there!”

“NO YOU CAN’T!”

“Yes I-” William groaned and got up. “I’m coming over!”

“SHIT!” Chica shouted.

“HEY! Watch your language!” William shot at her.

“FUCK YOU!” Chica shot back.

“I WILL DEACTIVATE YOUR ASS IF YOU DON’T STOP!”

JOKES ON YOU, MY ASS IS ONLY FOR LOOKS, PERVERT!”

William sprinted into the kitchen and just about landed face first into a floor covered in flour. “Jesus christ- What the hell?!”

Chica chuckled...then threw some flour onto his back. “Powdered dick! Our new special!”

William wiped off the powder and grumbled at him. “Get. Out. Now.”

“No. Way. Afton.” Chica spat back. “Quit your yapping and LISTEN to me!” William ordered.

“Naaah…” Chica replied.

William growled and grabbed Chica’s arm. “Get over here!”

“NOOOOOOO!” Chica screamed.

“YES, YA CHICKEN!” William spat back.

“LET ME GO!” Chica yelled as his feet stepped out of the kitchen. William was surprisingly strong.

“Not until you’re out.” William told her as he let go. As soon as he let go, William closed the kitchen, locked it and shoved the key into his pocket.

“Open the door!” Chica ordered.

“No.”

“Fine! Then I’m gonna have to make you!” Chica started rolling up his ‘sleeves’, and picked up William by his waist. He wrapped his arms around him and carried William out to the auditorium.

“NO! CHICA YOU ASSHOLE LET ME GO!” William fought.

“You’re fighting a metal chicken. Gotta admit, you’re brave...and stupid.” Chica told him with a smirk.

“Chica I am warning you- Oh god…” William widened his eyes as the red eyes of Bonnie, Foxy and Freddy caught his eye. “OH GOD- No! NO NO NO NO NO GET AWAY FROM ME!” William screeched and screamed.

“Sorry Will! But you know what time it is?” Chica asked.

“YES SIR! IIIIIIIT’S…” Freddy grabbed WIlliam’s foot, and slipped the shoe right off. “TICKLE TIME!”

William screeched and squeaked as Freddy’s finger popped open, revealing a feather. With the feather and a moving joint inside the finger, Freddy started skittering and tickling William’s feet with the feather. Through the toes, in the arches, and on the heels, everywhere the feather could reach, it would tickle.

“BAhahahahahaha! Stahahahap dohohohohon’t!” William laughed.

“Tickle tickle tickle Afton!” Freddy Fazbear teased.

“NOhohoho tihihihihicklehehes!” William begged.

“You wouldn’t open the door for Chica! Therefore: Plenty of tickles for good ol’ Afton!” Freddy teased.

Chica, who was holding onto him in a hug, started tickling his belly and sides while he held him. William squeaked and giggled a little higher than before. “EEEeheheheheheheEeeEEE! Quihihihit thahahahat! Ihihihi’m gohohonna peeehehehehehee!” William begged.

“You’re not gonna pee. I can tell by your bathroom schedule. You went to the bathroom just 5 minutes before now!” Freddy told him.

“HAhahahaha! You’re just making excuses!” Chica teased.

William whined in the middle of his tickle attack. The part that sucked was that yes...He was right. He DID go to the bathroom just minutes before now. So technically, he couldn’t lie!

But now that he thought about it...Does he really have a bathroom schedule?

William giggled and squealed as his sides, and feet were both tickled at once.

“Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle, William!” Chica teased.

“What a ticklish little play thing!” Bonnie reacted.

“IHIHI’M NAHAHAHAT AHAHA PLAHAHAHAY THIHIHIHING!” William told them.

“I think you are!” Bonnie told him.

“I agree!” Freddy Fazbear replied.

“Agree #3!” Foxy declared.

“All 4 the tickle time!” Chica declared as well.

William threw his arms around like a crazy nut and reached out for anyone to help. “HEHEHELLOHOHOHO? HEHEHEHELP!”

Someone ran to the room and widened his eyes. “Ohohohohoho my gohohohohod!” the person reacted.

“HEHEHEHEHELP!” William begged.

“What is going on?” The person asked.

Freddy turned to where the other person was, and gasped. “Mr. Emily!”

Henry smiled and waved to the animatronics. “What are you up to?” Henry asked.

“We’re tickling William! Because he won’t open the kitchen!” Freddy told him.

“Open the kitchen!?” Henry ran to the kitchen, opened up the door and widened his eyes. “HEY! WHO THE FUCK COVERED THIS PLACE IN POWDER?!”

Chica stopped tickling William and froze. “Uhhhhhh…”

“CHICAAAA!” Henry stomped up to the chicken. “Put him down.” He ordered.

“And what happens if I don’t?” Chica asked.

“I’ll restart you myself. A dead Chica will let William go.” Henry warned.

Chica grunted and let William go. William fell, and ended up upside down in Freddy’s grip still. Henry walked up, grabbed William and helped him out of Freddy’s grip. “You okay?” Henry asked.

William nodded and fixed his shoulder. “Yeah, I’m okay.” He replied.

“Alright. Now Chica:” Henry called. Chica brought her attention to Henry. “Clean the kitchen.” He ordered.

Chica nodded. “Yes sir.” She walked to the kitchen and into the door. Then, she grabbed the broom and started sweeping.

Henry sighed and turned to Bonnie and Freddy. “Alright. Tickle time is done.” Henry ordered.

Foxy snuck up on Henry and grabbed onto him. “Now just a second boss!” Foxy declared. “Tickle time’s not done till we think it’s done! And we already got Mr. Afton!” Foxy declared further.

“Excuse me?! Let me go!” He ordered.

“Nope! Tickle time!” Foxy ordered proudly.

Bonnie and Freddy surrounded Henry in a matter of seconds, leaving Henry screeching and protesting with all the hope on earth. “LEHEHET MEHEHEHE GOHOHOHOHO!” He begged.

“Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle Emily!” Bonnie teased.

“Ticklish hips?” Foxy teased as he squeezed the hip with his one hand.

“I’ll say!” Freddy reacted.

“Hey! I wanna join too!” Chica told them.

“Get his knees!” Bonnie encouraged.

“CHIHIHICAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO!” He begged.

“Chica YES!” Chica started tickling the tops of the knees, and skittering in the knee pits. This drove Henry to snort and laugh even louder! What a laugh!

“Listen to this guy! He’s a hoot!” Chica reacted.

“I get it! A ‘Hoot’! Like an owl!” Freddy joked.

“Hey! That’s not what I meant!” Chica fought.

“STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIT PLEEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” He begged.

“NO!” All 4 animatronics said at the same time.

“Your laughter is fun!” Bonnie told him.

“Your laughter is contagious!” Freddy told him.

“Your laughter is cute!” Chica told him.

“We love it!” Foxy concluded.

William giggled and recorded all of it on a camera he happened to have nearby. What a hilarious situation to be in! Wow!

“How’s it feel to be stuck in tickle time, Henry?” William asked, waving a camera in his face.

“YOHOHOHOU’RE THEHEHE WOHOHOHORST!” Henry shouted at him.

“I know! And you’re the ticklish one!” William teased.

The animatronics certainly had their fun with these two. Who knew their bosses would end up in a party action they made themself?

Everyone. Everyone knew…

[wtfevenismypage]

Maroon

request: Hey, could you do a Spence request where you're all at Rossi's mansion for the weekend for poker, pasta and cigars. Spence is getting Rossi's place ready with him, and the guys and won't shut up about how much he fancies you, and the guys all encourage him to tell you and you're at Emily's with the girls getting in the car for the weekend. They know how you feel about him, and how he feels about you. One evening, you're all super drunk and Spence blurts out his feelings for you. 🥰💕🥰

Warnings:Strong language, Pure fluffieness

A/N: This idea was absolutely adorable! I had a lot of fun writing it down!

Spencer wasn’t exactly subtle about his feelings towards you, anytime you were around, all he could focus on was you, the way your nose scrunched up when you laughed, the face of euphoria you made when you eat McDonald's after a long day, the frustration that exuded when you had a disagreement with Hotch (you’re the only one with the balls to argue with him) but he ended up ordering you to give up.

The only person on the team who didn’t know about Spencer’s love for you, was, well, you. You were too busy trying to keep your eyes off of him to notice his endearment for you. You had the same issue Spencer had, only you noticed how he tended to dart his tongue over his lips when he got nervous, or when he smiled at the sight of Henrey or Jack, the way he stuttered when he rambled around you, or the passion in his eyes when he talked about his mom.

Spencer didn’t exactly appreciate when the other members of the team teased him about his love for you, so when he got trapped with the men, getting ready for a party at Rossi’s mansion he tried to keep silent as to not drag attention to himself.

It didn’t work.

“I wonder if Y/N will wear a dress or a suit?”

Morgan spoke out, smirking at how Spencer’s cheeks turned bright red at just the mention of your name alone. 

“I think she’ll wear a dress, you know she loves them, even if she wears suits to work. what do you think Reid?”

Rossi asked, all eyes turned to a blushing Spencer who was making fruit punch. He was avoiding eye contact, stuck at the thought of you in a dress, or a floral suit you would wear to a bar, either way you were stunning to him.

“She’ll wear a suit, she’s more comfortable in them, a dress makes her feel too fancy, she admires the idea of wearing dresses, but she doesn’t wear them because she doesn’t want people to view her as too feminine for being an agent. So she’ll wear a suit, most likely a black coat with a floral dress shirt and floral pants.”

He didn’t even notice the wide smile on his face that slowly spread as he spoke about you. He was lost in thought until Morgan and Hotch’s laughs brought hime back to the present.

“Dude, you are whipped for her.”

Spencer’s brows furrowed, stammering as his voice goes up five octaves.

“Shut up Morgan! I’m not!”

“You are! You’ve been staring at her for years! Every time she’s in the same room as you you just stare like a lovesick maniac! I mean come on man! You gotta tell her!”

“Reid, do you love Y/N?”

Spencer doesn’t even know how to answer Hotch’s question. Did he love you? He knew he liked you at least, but he wasn’t sure if he was ready to admit he was in love again. He hadn’t said it since Maeve... However, just by thinking of you again, he was sure.

“I do...”

--At Emily’s apartment (the girls)--

“I do! I love it so much! Thank you Penelope!”

Penelope had purchased personally designed dresses made for each of the women, yours was a simple, dark maroon silk dress, it ended right above your knees, flowing freely around your cleavage.

“I knew you would like it!”

“It kind of reminds me of that red suit that Spencer wore to Rossi’s party at that one bar that one time, remember that?”

The girls look at you confused, No one has ever remembered every outfit Spencer has worn, except for Spencer.

“You seriously don’t remember? C’mon! That was one of his best looks!”

“I beg of you just confess your undying love for him tonight.”

You click your tongue. The girls were more straight-forward with you than how the men were with Spencer, yes they teased you endlessly, but they also begged you to confess your love to him constantly. Sometimes they would even text you on the jet when you were sitting right next to him.

“Can’t. You see, Spencer’s an intelligent man, he would know that I’m lying.”

Groans all around the room. You, unlike Spencer, are great at hiding your feelings for the man as long as the man himself is no where to be seen. However if he was around, you became a rambling mess, Spencer just thought you were embarrassed that everyone was insisting you liked him.

“C’mon Y/N, you may be able to hide it when Dr. Genius isn’t around, but honey oh honey you do not see yourself when he’s around. You get all blushy and flustered and it’s adorable and it’s killing me that you won’t admit it!”

“I’m very sorry for killing you my dearest Penelope, but I can’t. Even if I did like him, which I don’t, I don’t even begin to compare to him in any way. He wouldn’t go for me if I were the last girl on earth.”

Your mood clearly decreased to a sad lump of emotion, your back slumping as you lean against a wall, looking down at your heels. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop loving him.

--At Rossi’s mansion (tha bois)--

“Oh my god we finally got him to admit it! You love Y/n Y/L/N!”

The men at Rossi’s mansion (which were somehow finished with getting the party ready) wouldn't stop messing with Young Dr. Reid. The poor man couldn’t even sit down without being teased.

“We finally did it boys! We got him to admit it!”

“Now we need him to tell her!”

That made Spencer’s head shoot up, confess to his friends that he loved you? Sure, why not. Tell you?

Abso-fucking-lutely not. He wasn’t even remotely ready for that. 

“No. No! I’m not doing that! I can’t! Hotch, tell them I can’t!”

Hotch chuckles at the state of the fully grown man, the usually calm doctor had literal tears staining his eyes as he begged Hotch to stop Morgan and Rossi. 

“Okay okay, leave Reid alone. The party hasn’t even started and He’s having a mental breakdown.”

A small ding rings out in the laughter of the men, Rossi pulls his phone out. 

“Looks like the ladies are on their way over, finally, apparently there was a tiny issue so they might be a tiny bit late.”

--In Emily’s car (the ladies)--

“Intoxicate me now, with your loving now, I think I’m ready now...”

“I THINK I”M READY NOW!”

You and the rest of the women aggressively shouted the lyrics to Toxic while on the way to Rossi’s mansion. After your half-assed love confession to your girls, you had a nervous breakdown and broke out in tears for a solid ten minutes. 

Penelope managed to get you up though, lifting your spirits with the power of Britney Spears. 

JJ’s phone rings, and she pulls it up to her ear.

“Hey Hotch! Her outfit color? Why? Yeah it’s maroon, how did you-”

She pulls the phone away from her ear, looking at the rest of the dancing ladies. Y/n and Penelope were screaming random song lyrics while Emily records it, chuckling at the scene unfolding before her. 

You weren’t even drunk yet and you were already excited, poker nights at Rossi’s were the best. He would select one person (occasionally two) to help him cook pasta, and cooking with him was super fun. Music would play in the background, making you drag random team members to the ‘dance floor’ and forcing them to dance with you. 

They did end up enjoying dancing with you however, but they’ll never admit it.

“We’re almost there!”

--Rossi’s mansion (the entire team)--

“Oh boys! The party has arrived!”

Penelope yells out as the four of you walk in, champagne and beer resting in your hands. The others were probably in the kitchen, sat at the island as Rossi gets the ingredients for pasta out.

“We’re in the kitchen!”

You follow the sound of music and laughing Hotch to find three of four male team members sitting down. Spencer was missing. His absence immediately smacks the smile off of your face, looking around blankly for him.

“Where’s Reid?”

Smug, shit-eating smiles spread across everyone’s faces as you set the beer down, grabbing a handful of chips from a bowl and shoveling them down your throat.

“Pretty boy’s upstairs getting dressed. You gonna go join him?”

You fake a gag as a blush crawls up your neck. They didn’t know how much you actually wanted to.

If only I could...

You smirk before sitting down next to Hotch, bringing your hand to his hair and ruffling it around, laughing as he grimaces. 

“Hotch, you should try new hairstyles. The ol’ sweep back look ain’t doing you justice.”

“I’ll wear my hair as I want to thank you very much. Now stop messing with it, as soon as Reid gets down here, he’s announcing who’s helping him cook.”

You giggle and pat the counter excitedly, looking at the ingredients Rossi’s pulling out.

“Those don’t look like ingredients for pasta Rossi...”

He looks up at JJ’s question, smiling with a wink.

“It’s not pasta. tonight we are making a classic Italian pepperoni pizza.”

‘ooooo’s and ‘aaaaaaa’s fill the room. Pizza sounded wonderful, especially considering all of the drinking you planned on doing tonight.

“We’re having pizza instead of pasta?”

Your head turned to the stairs to meet the excited voice of mystery. Your lungs froze as you meet Spencer’s eyes. He was wearing that damned velvet red suit that made you so excited.

It was as if the world had stopped when the two of you saw each other. He was adjusting his hair, but his hands pause when he sees you, he couldn’t stop the smile that spread when he noticed the colors of your outfits matched. It all clicked as to why Hotch and Morgan yelled at him to get back to his apartment to retrieve the suit.

Meanwhile you were struggling to tear your eyes away from him, you didn’t notice the matching velvet pieces, instead you noticed the stars in his eyes, the way he paused at the bottom of the stairs to smile at everyone, the happy smile that reached his starry eyes. 

Neither of you noticed how everyone else snickered, or how they actually pulled their phones out, it wasn’t until Emily was shaking your shoulder and Morgan smacked the back of his head that you two snapped out of it, acting as if nothing happened and simply looked back at Rossi.

“Yep. And my helper will beeeeeeeeee...”

His finger moves around the room rapidly, before landing on you.

“Y/N.”

Groans and clapping fill the room as you walk to the other side of the island, wrapping an arm around Rossi.

“Alright, now the rest of you. Out.”

You say. laughing as they all leave, but you miss the way Spencer’s eyes travel over your body a final time before walking into the room with all the cold drinks.

“Alright,” you start, looking at Rossi with a wide smile, “Let’s get started.”

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almost twenty minutes later you and Rossi were putting the uncooked pizza in the oven, the hooting and laughing of already-drunken FBI agents making you and Rossi laugh.

“Y’know, I’m shocked that Reid decided to drink. He never drinks around us.”

You say, smiling while watching the pizza darken. More accurately, Reid never drank around you in fear that Drunk Spencer would say something dumb. Or worse, that Drunk Spencer would confess his love for you.

“Yeah that is pretty weird.”

Rossi looked at you, you were laughing while watching him, a wide smile on your face as Emily and Spencer dance drunkenly together.

“So, just between you and I,” You turned to meet Rossi’s gaze, watching his shit-eating smirk spread, “How do you feel about the kid?”

You freeze up at the question, letting it bounce around in your brain as you watch Spencer laugh happily. Your heart ached at the sound of his gorgeous laugh. Like, it physically hurt. 

“I love him... Oh god... I’m in love with him Rossi.”

You giggled a giggle of pure fear as you finally admit your love to yourself and to someone else. It felt scary, it felt so real all of the sudden. 

“You finally admit it huh? Well, you should go after him before some other girl who isn’t nearly as brilliant as you sweeps him up.”

You laugh and shake your head, doubt swimming in your brain.

“Nah. There’s no way he would go for someone like me. He has three P.h.D’s and is literally a genius. meanwhile I can barely remember what I ate last night. It won’t happen.”

Rossi sighs. How dense could the two of you be? You two were in love with each other, yet you were so fucking blind.

Meanwhile in the other room, everyone was trying to get Reid to confess his love to you. He was like a drunken puppy that tried his best to listen to commands, but just couldn’t.

“Just go up to her and tell her you love her! I’ll steal her away if you don’t.”

That was Emily. 

“Nooooooo! Don’t touch her! I love heeeeeeer!”

Spencer cried out from the floor. He was laid out like a starfish with an empty beer can in his hands. He didn’t know why he started drinking, but once he started, he couldn’t stop.

“Then gooooo!”

Spencer stood reluctantly, groaning as they all pushed him towards the kitchen.

You and Rossi watched in shock as Spencer ran into the kitchen, breaking out into tears when he met your eyes.

“Woah woah woah... What’s wrong Spencer?”

You ask, mama mode taking over at the sight of his tears. However you really weren’t expecting what happened next.

“Y/N!”

He yelled out before running into you, falling onto his knees before you while clutching your lower back and resting his head on your tummy.

“Wha-”

“I looooooooove you! ‘m in looooooooooooove with you!”

You froze up, not noticing how everyone was recording this from the couch, Rossi clamping a hand on your shoulder. You just kept petting his hair as he sobbed against your stomach.

“Hey, Spencer, bud, why don’t you stand up and tell her properly?”

He listens to Rossi’s advice, standing on his feet and grabbing your face in his hands before leaning in.

“What-”

He cuts you off with his lips, melding the two of you together as everyone cheers and claps. You were momentarily frozen, but you quickly kissed him back. You were eager to take whatever love you could get from him, even if he doesn’t remember in the morning. 

When he pulls away, you simply stare in shock as he tries to pull you away from the kitchen, your gaze flashes over to Rossi, who simply ushers you off with the young genius.

“C’mon! We gotta get out of here!”

You giggled and laughed the entire train ride back to Spencer’s apartment, cuddling in his bed the entire night.

You weren’t sure what was going to happen in the morning, you only knew that you were spending tonight in his arms.

“Hey Spencer?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you too.”

He smiles against your skin, pulling you closer against his bare chest. He was warm against your semi-cold skin, making you smile into his neck. 

You really didn’t want this moment to end ever.

[bellasweetwriting]

Hometown

spencer reid x f.reader

(not my gif)

masterlist

plot: the team is dying to meet Spencer’s new girlfriend, not knowing how different you are from him

warnings: my writing, this is a mess in its entirerly idek what I did I had an idea and I just went with it with no plan, oh and pure fluff

word count: 3,5k

"How does she look like?" Asked Garcia to Spencer as he tried to ignore all of the team on his neck, trying to find out the most they can about the doctor's new girlfriend. "Is she brunette? Or blonde? You have a thing for blondes."

"I don't have— why do you guys care anyway?" He tried to defend himself and make them stop asking more questions. "I have a girlfriend, so what?"

"So what?" Repeated Morgan, sitting on top of the paperwork Spencer was filling, making the doctor even more annoyed. "You have a girlfriend, pretty boy! It's a national matter. We are going to find out how she looks like you want it or not."

And that was going to happen sooner than Reid would want to, because when Hotch announced the new case and told them that the place where they were going.

Your hometown.

"Oh crap," Spencer murmured to himself when Hotch revealed the location, making the rest of the team look at him.

Morgan was the one who connected the dots as he knew that Reid's girlfriend wasn't from the city.

"We are visiting Pretty Boy's girlfriend's house, everybody."

He continued to shook his head; this couldn't be happening.

Hotch had to pick up this case on purpose. The only logical explanation for the tragedy that this was for the doctor.

During the whole trip, Emily and Morgan were constantly interrogating Spencer about his girlfriend.

"What does she do? Is she younger? Is she older?" Questioned Emily, but Spencer had his eyes on his book, ignoring their questions. 

"Hey!" Exclaimed Hotch, grabbing everyone's attention. "Garcia booked our rooms in the inn of the town. The sheriff told us that there isn't enough room for us in the police station, and the manager welcomed us to install ourselves in the event hall."

"You spoke to the manager?" Questioned Spencer in a low tone, catching Prentiss and Morgan's attention.

"Garcia did," replied Hotch, looking at his phone.

"It's the manager, isn't it?" Asked Emily with a smile, but Spencer returned to his reading. "We are definitely going to meet her, kid, you can't hide behind your books forever."

"I can try," answered Reid, knowing that Emily was right.

They were going to meet you at some point.

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"Spencer!" Exclaimed a woman as she ran towards the doctor and hugged him. "Long time, no see."

"Hey Amanda, how are you doing?" Asked her Reid, knowing that his friends were watching. "How is your little boy?"

"He's doing great. I want to know how you are. Who are these people you brought with you?" Questioned Amanda, looking at the team behind Spencer.

"It's my team. I work for the FBI, remember? We are here on a case."

"A case? What happened?"

But Spencer wasn't able to answer because he was interrupted by the sound of the door of the kitchen opening. From there, the chef and the receptionist got out, one following the other.

"I am not going to cook for six more people! That's it!"

"For God's sake. For the last time, the manager asked for it, we listen," explained the receptionist, who looked around to see the FBI team watching the scene. "They are here!" Yelled in a whisper, making the chef turn around, tiredly.

"Great. Vegetarians?" Everybody shook their heads. "Good! Then I don't have to change the menu."

"We weren't expecting you to do it. Oh my God, Doctor Reid!" Exclaimed the receptionist, making the chef look at the doctor too. Both men smiled at the sight of Reid. "Long time, no see."

"It's good to see you too," said Spencer with a smile. "May the team and I install in the event hall, Seb?"

The receptionist, Seb, nodded.

"Of course, of course. Welcome to the Florence Inn. My name is Sebastian. I'll be available if you have any questions. Doctor Reid, you know the way?"

"Yeah, I'll guide them. Guys, follow me."

"Do I call the owner to let her know you are here, Doctor?" 

"Oh, don't worry, I'll just say hi if I see her around. Hey, Sergio!" The chef, Sergio, raised his eyebrows. "Is there any coffee for the team?"

"For you, sir Reid, anything, I'll be right back with hot coffee and food for your team."

"Thank you, Sergio." Spencer turned around and smiled at Amanda. "I need to go now. We'll catch up later."

Spencer guided the team towards the event hall, where the tables were already accommodated for them. Spencer knew that the minute you heard they were coming, you did everything possible to made them as comfortable as possible.

"Reid, do you know everyone in this hotel?" Asked JJ to him, and he nodded.

"Mostly, yeah," he replied, "they are good people."

"That actually can help us with the case," added Hotch, "the people here trust you."

Spencer was feeling every second more uncomfortable with this case. He's tried for the nine months you've been dating to keep his work and your relationship as separate as possible.  

Guess they were joining for the first time.

"Ok, we know the unsub is a male and that he isn't choosing these victims randomly," affirmed Rossi. 

"The victimology is all over the place," added Morgan, looking at the physical characteristics of the three victims. "These victims have nothing in common."

"The patron has to go further than the physical, more with the relationship between them," explained Spencer. "This is a man with a project. He is probably not killing for the pleasure of it, more for a particular goal."

"Why do the town people not know about the killings. That woman that said hi to Reid had no idea of why we were here," pointed Emily.

"Probably that's work of the mayor, Mister Downley," replied Reid. "He tries to keep everything that can affect the town's tourism under the table. It has always been that way. And it is actually surprising that they don't know about it. It's a small town. Everyone knows everyone."

"We should interview the mayor and the media," affirmed Hotch, and he always had the last word. "Anyone that is trying to keep this in private could be a suspect."

At that moment, Sergio and his cookers appeared with the food and coffee they promised, making the team stay quiet as they gave out the food.

"Here is your coffee, sir Reid. A quarter cup of coffee every five pounds of sugar." Reid laughed while the chef left the cup in front of him. 

"Leave the doctor alone, Sergio," asked Seb to the chef, making Sergio roll his eyes and leave the hall. "Doctor Reid, Sheriff Christen called. He is waiting for you and your team at the police station. Whenever you are ready."

"Thanks, Seb." The team started grabbing their things to go to the station. "Tell Sergio that the coffee and the food are great."

"Yes, Doctor, and also, your team has the best rooms at the inn. Owner's orders. Do you want me to tell her anything?"

"Just thank you," replied Spencer, grabbing his bag, "thanks, Seb."

"Anything for you, Doctor."

Spencer walked away next to the team, who was staring at him curiously.

"What?" He asked.

"They call you sir, they know how do you drink your coffee, they prepare the best rooms for you and your friends," pointed out Emily as you were walking. "Or they love you..."

"Or, they love your girlfriend," interrupted Morgan.

"Can we just focus on the case, please?" Begged Spencer as he walked towards the SUVs. "Don't read between unexistent lines, ok?"

"He is hiding something," whispered Morgan.

"Definitely," replied Hotch before entering the car.

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"Doctor Spencer Reid," said the sheriff standing up. He was a man between his fifties and sixties, with a grumpy face and a hoarse voice. "It's always a pleasure to see you in this old town."

"Hello, sheriff," interrupted Hotch. "I'm SSA Hotchner, we spoke on the phone."

"Oh, of course, right. I'm Sheriff Christen, this is my crew. Sorry that you had to install in at the inn. It's just that here we don't have any space. But I assume the owner is glad to see you, Doc."

"Haven't talked to her yet. Why did you call us?"

"Right, we did a suspect list with all the people in town that have criminal records, as you told us. We have thirty-five names, any idea how to shorten that list?"

"Our unsub is most likely in his 30s, obviously male, probably have been charged with robbery. We are not looking for a sexual sadist here since the killings lack any sexual motive," explained Hotch, and the sheriff nodded, telling his deputy. 

Spencer sat down on a chair, waiting for no one else to say hi to him in front of the team. He loved these people so much, but he wanted to stay focus on the case, and he couldn't if he was going to have every person in town recognizing him and greeting him.

You were loved in your home town. These people that learned how to love Spencer grew up with you, and they truly liked the doctor for you. They noticed how he makes you happy, and how, for the last nine months, you've been smiling more.

"Hey, Spencer."

"Howdie, doc."

"Hey," Spencer murmured to the cops as they passed. Morgan noticed this and decided to approach Reid, sitting next to him.

"Why don't you want us to meet your girlfriend? Clearly, she's loved here."

Reid exhaled, looking at his colleague, giving up.

"Fine, but please, don't... don't act surprised when you meet her, ok? Just act normal. And tell everyone."

Morgan nodded, confused. What did he mean with "surprised"? Why would he react that way

"Guys, let's go back to the inn, there's someone I want you to meet."

"We are finally going to meet the famous lady?" Questioned Rossi, and Spencer nodded slowly. "Then let's go."

"Shouldn't we work the case?"

"We are installed in the inn anyway, so just follow me."

JJ and Emily approached Morgan, and he told them what Reid told him.

The team had no idea what Spencer meant with "surprised," and most of them didn't want to know anyway. They were just too excited to meet the girl they've been hearing so many amazing stories about

The BAU arrived at the inn. JJ could notice how Spencer's hands started trembling: he was nervous.

"B-But... But Miss Y/N!" They heard Sebastian exclaim. To the distance, the team could identify the receptionist following a tall woman with curly hair as she walked quickly. It was you. "Miss Y/N, we can't let Mayor Downley have the party here at the inn! He is a messy, messy man. He is going to leave a complete disaster, and you, miss, are well aware that this is not a place for that kind of event."

"God, Seb, have you tried drinking herbal tea in the morning instead of coffee?" You asked him as you chuckled. The sound of your soft laugh grabbed the doctor's attention.

Spencer quickly turned around to look at his friends, desperation clearly showing in his face.

"Here she comes," he whispered.

"That is...?" Started to ask Morgan but was interrupted by the memory of Spencer telling him to not act surprised.

You stepped into the hall, connecting your eyes with Spencer's eyes, immediately smiling.

"You look tired." It's the thing you say, confusing your boyfriend. "Did Sergio offered you coffee? Did you offer Spencer coffee, Seb?"

"I did, indeed, boss."

"I already drank coffee, babe," whispered Reid, trying not to blush. "Y/N, I want you to meet my friends."

"What? Sure, coming in a sec. Seb, could you ask Amanda to tell Charlie to pick up my car? I forgot I came by foot today."

"I saw your car outside, Y/N," interrupted Spencer, now confusing you.

"Charlie brought it this morning, Miss," reminded you Seb, and you nodded.

"God, where do I have the head? Thanks, Seb." You smiled at him before walking towards Spencer. "I've been trying to talk to you all morning, but we keep missing each other."

"Y/N," he said with his calming voice. You liked hearing someone that actually was calmed once in a while, especially him. "These are my friends. Rossi, Hotch, JJ, Morgan, and Emily." He introduced you to them, and you nodded. "Guys, this is my girlfriend."

"It is a pleasure to meet you. I'm Y/N," you greeted them, giggling. "I'm sorry if I seem distracted. My toes are where my head is supposed to be and the other way around. It's just that, you wouldn't believe; Mayor Downley wants to have this found raiser at the inn to distract the people from the bodies that were found. Did you hear?"

"That's why I'm here actually, babe," whispered Spencer.

"Why would you be here to see dead bodies? Oh right! FBI!" You exclaimed as you remember. "I'm so sorry, guys, you've caught me in a terrible day."

"It's alright, Y/N," assured you Hotch. "What were you saying about the mayor?"

"What I was saying about..." you repeated in a whispered before remembering. "Oh, yeah. So the murders in the area are really frightening the people. So our mayor decided, at the last minute, to make a found raiser raise money for the funerals of the deceased. I think it is a runaway where the clothing shop is going to show their last collection. It's a very last-minute thing, and I, apparently, is the only one with enough space to welcome all the freaking town."

"Do you know why the mayor would want to do this?"

"Well, Downley always takes advantage of terrible events in town and throws a party to cease the panic," you tried to explain quickly. "Last time, some people stole from Charlie's diner, and here I was, organizing a silent auction on a random Thursday." You started accomodating Spencer's tie involuntarily. "He wants to be Gatsby, but I'm the one with the mansion."

You always had to be doing something; you couldn't stay still for a second. That's the reason Spencer was attracted to you in the first place. He saw a girl trying to do seven things at the same time while trying to fix five other problems, and he had to help you. Then, he fell for you eloquent and extrovert personality, and how anywhere you went, you made friends.

You two were complete opposites, and both of you truly loved that.

"But don't get me wrong: mayor Downley is a great guy."

"What is mister Downley's first name, Y/N?" You tried to remember it while you cleaned Spencer's shirt. 

You were doing unconsciously, and he knew, but still let you. He knew that keeping your hands busy was the only way you could focus. So he let you touch his hair and fix his sleeves all the time.

"If I'm not wrong, I think it is John."

"There is a Frank Downley in our list," mentioned Morgan.

"That would be his nephew, Frankie. He works at the grocery store, he is the manager there. I went to school with him."

"How was he at school?" 

"Quiet, kind of a loner. Mister Downley would spend hours and hours in the counselor's office, talking to the counselor about Frankie's social behavior. Everyone in school knew about it. I tried to be friends with him, but I think he didn't like me."

Emily took from the case files some pictures and showed them to you. Spencer held your hand as you stared at the photographs of the victims.

"Do you recognize any of these people?"

"Well, of course, we went to school together. Good people. That's Amelie, and that's Jack, and this one right here is Gabriel, funny guy. Why?"

"Y/N," murmured Spencer to you, "those are the victims. The bodies that were found."

Suddenly, for the first time in so long, you stopped moving. Like, at all.

"What?"

"You didn't know?"

"I heard some rumors about one of the victims being my age, but... it can't be. Who would do this?"

"Y/N, I want you to tell us everything about Frank Downley."

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"And that's it, I mean, maybe some of the employers at the inn can tell you more about him. As I told you, I didn't know him that well. He never liked me, or anyone, in fact. He was always alone; he didn't talk in class; he would skip periods every now or then, but I truly don't remember anything more." You looked at Spencer. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright, Y/N, you gave us more than enough to understand him." That calmed voice again. "I bet you are busy with the found raiser stuff. Hey, do you mind if the team and I assist and watch the runaway?"

"You guys are more than welcomed."

At that moment, Charlie appeared and tried to pass between the BAU.

"Sorry to interrupt the Men in Black fan club reunion. Y/N, I brought my toolbox."

"Dirty!" You exclaimed in a joke, making Charlie roll his eyes. "The runaway is going to be in the event hall."

"Where the hell is that?" You sighed.

"I'll be right back. I'll tell Sergio to serve you some coffee, for every one of you," you told the team before looking at your friend Charlie. "Follow me, handyman."

Charlie looked at Spencer.

"Hey, Doc, I tried that physics thing for the dispenser at the diner and worked just fine."

"Glad to help, Charlie."

"Hey, I don't pay you to socialize," you defended as you walked away, Charlie following you.

"You don't pay me at all!" He defended.

The team looked over at Spencer. Your life was so clearly different from theirs, and Spencer knew that the team will realize the same thing.

"Well, there's that," whispered the doctor, standing up. "You already met her."

"Yeah, we did," agreed Morgan, "why didn't you want us to meet her before?"

"She's great, Reid," affirmed Emily, "a little bit unfocused, talks a bit fast, and clearly an extrovert, but she's sweet. And owns an inn."

"And she is gorgeous," added JJ, "why were you so nervous?"

Not even Spencer knew the answer to that question.

"She's different, you know? Her life is different than mine. She's continually moving. It's so difficult for me to make her stay still. She has to be doing something all the time. I've never seen her not talking, or not making random jokes and doing pop culture references I don't understand most of the time. Her life is so fast compared to mine that it's so slow. I don't know, maybe I thought you weren't going to see her the way I see her."

"Who cares what we think, Reid?" questioned Rossi.

"I do. I spend 24 hours every day with you, guys, you are my family. I care about what you think."

Morgan hugged Reid even though he knew Spencer wasn't much of a hugger, but he did anyway. And the rest of the team joined.

"I don't like this," mumbled Spencer.

"Shut up, pretty boy," shushed him, Morgan.

After a few seconds, they broke apart, smiling at each other.

"Let's catch this killer and go home," said Hotch softly, "but we can't leave without getting to know Y/N better."

"Yeah, you are already part of her family; it's time she is part of ours."

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"And that's how Spencer asked me to be his girlfriend. In this exact spot!" You exclaimed, pointing the counter of Charlie's diner. "As I was swallowing my cheeseburger."

"Well, that sounds romantic," commented Rossi, sarcastically.

"It was very poetic, Rossi, don't misjudge," you told him, making the man laugh. "It doesn't happen any day, and less in this smelly diner."

"Ok, out," interrupted Charlie, making everyone complain between laughs. "You are terrifying my costumers and insulting my diner."

"Weren't you hearing, Charlie Chaplin? I was just saying that Spencer asked me to be his girlfriend here. You should be proud that such an important event happened in your diner," you defended as Spencer kissed you cheek. You grabbed your now second cup of coffee and started drinking. "You should put it on the menu."

"That's it, don't talk to me for the rest of the night. You are giving me a headache."

"Mission accomplished then," you whispered with a smile.

"Is he always this serious?" Asked JJ, and you nodded.

"And you haven't seen him on Christmas. He is indeed the town's Grinch."

"They have a Hotch!" Yelled Rossi, making Spencer almost spill his coffee.

"Haha, hilarious," said Hotch with sarcasm, making the team burst into laughter

Spencer slowly leaned in next to your ear and whispered:

"So, do you like them?"

"Yeah, I have no idea why you were so nervous for me to meet them; they are great. You have a really nice family."

Spencer smiled, kissing your cheek softly before looking at the team again with happiness on his eyes.

[the-record]

Mother’s Day

A/N: Dad Spencer!!!! Just something super cute because I am tired and totally wanting kids rn. Sorry I haven’t been posting a lot, keep starting new things and then getting distracted. Some cute stuff coming out soon!

Category: Fluff. So. Much. Fluff.

Warnings: Very brief mention of crime, some mentions of food, I think that’s it? 

You were getting ready to go out to the grocery store when you heard your ring tone. *Spencer <3* You smiled and answered it.

"Well if it isn't my favorite genius."

"Hey bub. How are you?" You smiled at the pet name.

"A little tired. How are you? How was that case?" He seemed cheery so you figured it went well but it never hurts to ask.

"It was good. Hostage situation but we got everyone out safely and apprehended the unsub. Listen, can I ask you something?" You felt your nerves get worse.

"Uh yeah of course baby, what's up?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner? And more importantly, if you wanted to meet my daughter?" You bit you lip and smiled. You thought he was going to break up with you, this was the best thing you had heard in a while.

"I would love to Spence!" You were truly over the moon.

You had heard about his daughter. He adopted her after a case years ago, before you met him. Her parents were both victims but the unsub left her. She was apparently just like her father even if he wasn't her biological father.

"Great. It's totally casual. Just going to order takeout and watch a movie."

"That sounds perfect. I'll head over soon."

"I'll see you soon. I love you."

"Love you too." You hung up and jumped around in joy. You had been over to Spencer's before but she had always been at sleepovers or playdates to it could just be the two of you. You were over the moon. After dating for 3 years, he trusted you enough to let you into his daughters life.

He greeted you at the door. "Hey bub." He placed a short and sweet kiss on your lips before leading you inside and taking your jacket.

"What a gentleman." He lead you into his small house and you saw a little girl sitting on the couch eating pizza.

"Lorelai, this is my friend Y/N. Y/N, this is Lorelai." You walked over to the girl and kneeled down by her.

"Hi Lorelai. it's nice to meet you."

"Hi." She was just as shy as her dad which you found cute.

"She's a little introverted." You stood up and smiled at him.

"Well she clearly takes after you." You stood their for a moment staring at him in awe before remembering you brought something with you. You reached into your purse and pulled out a necklace. It was a gold chain with a dainty butterfly on it. "Hey Lorelai, I brought you something." You held out the dainty jewelry to her. "Your dad said you really liked butterflies." She set down her plate a large smile grew on her face.

"Thank you! Can you help me put it on?" You nodded and she came next to you so you could clasp the necklace on her. You let it go and adjusted it so it sat perfectly on her.

"It looks beautiful on you." She smiled and sat back on the couch before returning to her pizza. You noticed a movie playing, Lilo and Stitch.

"Do you want a slice of pizza?" You leaned back into your boyfriend.

"Yeah." You looked up at him. "A piece would be nice, thank you." He kissed the top of your head and went to the kitchen to bring you something to eat. "Lorelai?"

"Rory." You looked at her confused. "Call me Rory, please." You nodded.

"Rory, do you mind if I sit next to you?" She scooched over slightly as an invitation to sit. You sat next to her and watched the movie. Lilo and Stitch was one of your favorites. She seem enticed by the movie and didn't her eyes off the screen for a second. Spencer entered again and smiled at the sight of you and Rory. He handed you a plate and sat next to you. You whispered to him, "She told me to call her Rory." His smiled grew even bigger and he put his arm around your shoulders.

"Daddy?" You both looked over at the little girl who was putting her plate on the coffee table.

"Yeah angel?"

"Can I sit with you and Y/N." You grinned and moved over slightly so she could sit in between you both. She got up and cuddled between you two, resting her head on Spencer. You smiled at the them, silently hoping one day she might be like that with you.

The movie dinners started to become more frequent and Rory started to warm up to you. When you came over she gave you a hug on site. At dinner she would talk to you about school and her friends. The pizza became home cooking. The movies became games. The hangouts became sleepovers. The sleepovers turned into you moving in. And that once shy, introverted girl, was begging you to cuddle and play and chat with her. You heart skyrocketed every time she asked you to play and not her dad. Then the best thing you could ever imagine happened.

“Hey Y/N?” You saw the little girl come around the corner.

“Hey baby what’s up?” You put down the knife you were using to chop up salad.

“Can you make chocolate chip cookies for the party tonight?” You smiled. You made fresh cookies for her to take to school every week in her lunch. 

“Of course. Do you want to help?” Her eyes lit up and she nodded. “Ok. I have a very special recipe,” You pulled down the recipe book in your spice cupboard. “This is my own recipe I came up with when I was just a little older than you.” She started to read the ingredients and got stared while you made dinner for tonight. When you had to wait on the food you helped her with the cookies. You played music and danced with her while the cookies baked. You noticed Spencer in the entry way of your kitchen. “Holy-” You cut yourself off because you hated cursing in front of kids. You pulled the girl to you, her back on your legs. “Spencer how long have you been standing there?” He came over and kissed his daughters head before doing the same to yours.

“Not long. You having fun kiddo?” He picked up Rory in his arms.

“Yeah! Mom let me help her make the cookie dough.” You felt the tears pool in your eyes and tried to blink them back, but one betrayed you and slid down your cheek. It had been a year since you moved in and you and Spencer would be 5 years in a couple of months. Never once did you even think about being called mom. You wiped the stray and checked the cookies, a perfect golden brown. 

“Hey Rory, do you want to come with me to go get ready while your dad finishes up down here for us?” She nodded and ran up the stairs leaving you in the dust. You hugged Spencer. “Did you hear her? She called me mom.” He cupped your face with his hand.

“I can’t wait to hear that name more.” You laughed softly and put your hands on top of his. “I love you Y/N Y/L/N.”

“I love you too Spencer Reid.”

Little did you know that wouldn’t be your only surprise that night.

You sat upstairs with the little girl. She was putting her air in a ponytail while you did your makeup. You were matching it to your dress. It was a navy blue, long satin dress. You apparently were having a fancy dinner tonight so Spencer said to dress the part. You could never say no to him. You felt a slight tug on your dress.

“Rory what’s up?” You looked at her.

“Can you do my makeup?” You smiled and decided that, yeah, that would be ok. She was only 7 but a little eyeshadow and lip gloss couldn’t hurt. You sat her down in your chair and told her to close her eyes. It was very subtle and natural. Just a little crease definition and some highlight on her inner corners. You put a clear lip gloss on her. 

“Perfect. You look gorgeous. Now go put on your dress ok? I hung it up in your room.” You finished your makeup and threw on some black heels to pair with the outfit. Some gold jewelry and you were all set. You walked down the stairs to see your oh so handsome boyfriend in the kitchen finishing up dinner. 

He was stunned.

You were stunning.

“Wow.” You chuckled softly at his comment.

“Did you see your daughter?” He shook his head and you heard little feet running in. She ran over to you in her light pink dress. You picked her up.

“Wow. My two favorite girls. You both look beautiful.” You blushed a little when he winked at you. You heard the doorbell ring and set down the girl, walking to the door. You saw JJ and her family. 

“Wow, Y/N you look, wow.” You smiled at JJ’s compliment.

“Wow yourself.” You saw Henry and bent down. “Your uncle Spence is in the kitchen.” You winked at him and he darted down to there. “Hey Will. Come in.” You opened the door a little wider so they could come inside. 

“The house looks great. You are really rubbing off on him.” I chuckled slightly.

“I do try. We won’t talk about our bedroom and bathroom though, still under construction.” JJ laughed a little. “Wine?” 

“Please.” You walked into the kitchen and pulled out lots of glasses and some bottles of wine. You poured a glass for yourself and JJ. “Does Will want any?” She shook her head and you looked at kids beside you. “Do you guys need something?”

“Can we have some?” You shook your head at Henry.

“This is big kid juice. Only for the adults. Do you guys want some little kid juice?” They both nodded and you grabbed them each a bottle of apple juice which they ran off with. You walked to the living room with Spencer. Even with heels he still had quite a few inches on you. The doorbell rang and as you stood up to get it Spencer stopped you.

“I got it.” You nodded and sat back down, talking to JJ. 

You heard Penelope, Alex, and Derek come in. They were chatting in the entryway but you couldn’t really define their words but the name Emily caught your interest. You both looked up and saw the wonderful Penelope in a bright fun dress as always. 

“Wow oh wow! Y/N come here!” You stood up and gave Penelope a hug. “It’s been too long.” You nodded in agreement.

“I know! We have to have a girls night soon.” You saw Emily walking in. “Emily?” You pulled her into a hug. “I thought you were in London?”

“I was but I have some time off and Spencer told me you were having dinner tonight so I just had to come.” You smiled. Emily had taken you in as family the moment Spencer introduced you to the team.

“That’s great. I’ll let you talk to everyone but we have a lot to catch up on.” She nodded and you went to the door to see your boyfriend. “Emily’s here.” He nodded. “Alright. What’s going on?”

“What makes you think something is happening?”

“Spencer. You told me this was a fancy dinner. You have been playing with your hands all night and now Emily is here.” He shrugged and lucky for him the doorbell rang. “This is not over.” You opened the door. “Hotch! Hey Jack! Henry and Rory are in the living room.” You hugged Hotch.

“Spencer treating you well I hope?” You nodded.

“Like I’m the only person on Earth.” He smiles a little walks to the living room. He was quickly followed by Rossi. 

“Y/N! How are you kiddo?”

“Hanging in there. Everyone is in the living room. Penelope probably has the wine.” He nodded and you followed him to the living room, but not before locking the door. There was conversation flowing before Spencer announced dinner. You all sat around the table enjoying the food and dessert. Jokes and stories being told. 

You all circled back to the living room. 

“Y/N?” You looked down in to the girl in front of you.

“Hey sweet girl. What’s up?”

“My dad has something to ask you.”

“Ok. One moment.” You turned around and were faced by Spencer, surrounded by candles. “Spencer, what’s going on.” You glanced around nervously but he held your hands.

“Y/N Y/L/N. I met you 5 years ago today. I was at the coffee shop on my day off of work and I saw you sitting there at a little table and all I can remember thinking is, “Wow. She is gorgeous.” So I bought you a cookie and put my number and name on it since I was so bad at talking to people.” You felt tears well up into your eyes. “You ended up calling me about 5 minutes later. I was sitting on a park bench drinking coffee and I answered the call. Thank god for me being a risk taker that day. Your first words to me were, “Hi. I’m Y/N. Turn around.” And that was our first date. Months later, we had been hanging out often and I asked you to be my girlfriend. Years later you met Rory and were only kind to her. I love you Y/N Y/L/N. Will you marry me?” You nodded and hugged him.

“Yes! Yes, 100% yes!” Your friends cheered around you as he placed the ring on your finger. You picked up Rory. “How do you feel about me being your mom?”

Your eyes fluttered open as you woke up from the sun peeking through your curtains. You expected to see someone next to you but were disappointed. These feelings didn’t last long though as you heard a knock on your door.

“Come in!”

Your husband walked in holding a tray with food, along side Rory and Emily.

The girls sat on your right. “Happy Mother’s Day.”

[eminems-skittles]

family game night [spencer reid x reader]

spencer reid x fem!reader warnings: mentions of alcohol word count: 2k

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"Who's in for a party at Rossi's house tonight?" Y/N said, cheerfully, as she walked into the BAU office. Her bright arrival caught the attention of her teammates, all of them looking up from the mountains of paperwork they were drowning in. Spencer shot a look up to where Hotch and Rossi's offices are.

"Does Rossi already know or are we just inviting ourselves over?" Spencer asked, eyes darting around the group, before looking at his girlfriend. "You know, it's proven that if you invite yourself over to someone's house, they're more likely to unfriend you than someone who invites you over."

"Rossi can't unfriend us, we're basically his children. And he's not going to mind. Are you forgetting I'm basically his favorite daughter?" Y/N said, raising her eyebrows at Spencer. Her claim that she was Rossi's favorite 'daughter' caught a certain brunette's attention.

"Um, excuse me, but I'm Rossi's favorite daughter," Emily scoffed. "I'm down for a party if someone else buys the booze. We should have a game night or a poker night?" Emily suggested,

"Uh no, I am not going to lose anymore money to pretty boy over there," Derek chimed in, his head popping up from behind the stack of folders on his desk. "And we all know that I'm his favorite daughter. Count me in for tonight." He said before pushing out of his chair, "I'll go ask Pen if she wants to go also."

"Alright, so it's all of us for sure. Emily can you ask JJ for me? I'll go ask Hotch, and then tell Rossi," Y/N said, before skipping up the stairs to Hotch's office. Emily nodded but Y/N's back was already turned to her.

"How does she have so much energy? It's 8 in the morning," Spencer questioned, marveling at his girlfriend skipping around the office in the early hours of the morning.

"She consumes the same amount of sugar you do just without the coffee," Emily replied, going back to her paper work, with a small smile on her face.

Y/N knocked on Hotch's slightly open office door. Hotch was hunched over a file when he looked up. "Y/L/N, come in."

"Hey Hotch!" She greeted him with a beaming smile. "All of us are planning on going to Rossi's for a game night tonight. If you could, you should totally swing by!"

"Does Rossi know about it?" Hotch questioned, a smirk settling on his face.

"Why does everyone keep asking me that? Of course he doesn't know about it yet. He'd never agree before hand." Y/N said, laughing lightly.

"I'll let you know if I can. Jack might be jealous that I'm hanging out with Aunt Y/N without him," Jack and Y/N spent a lot of time together, Y/N often volunteering to babysit Jack when Hotch had to work late.

"Tell him I'll take him to the movies tomorrow," Y/N added.

"Alright, Y/L/N, I'll go. Should I bring anything?" Hotch asked, his eyes scanning the paper on his desk.

"Emily doesn't want to buy the booze, but I think Rossi might have some. If you want to, you can pick up some beer or some wine. I think I am going to bring some snacks if I can stop at the store," Y/N explained, leaning against one of the chairs that faced Hotch's desk.

"I'll pick up a few cases of beer on the way over," Hotch said, smiling at the younger girl.

"Great! I'll text you what time. See ya, Hotch!," and before Hotch could say bye to Y/N, she was out of his office, her hair just barely catching his eye, as she quickly made her way to Rossi's office.

"Knock knock," Y/N said, knocking on Rossi's open door. He was sitting behind his desk, revising a piece of paperwork.

"Who is it?" Rossi said, a singsong tone in his voice, as he looked up at the Y/H/C agent in the doorway.

"Your favorite 'child'," Y/N said, using air quotes when she said child.

"Of course. What do you want this time? A key to my house?" Rossi said, a hint of sarcasm laced in his words.

"Oh that'd be awesome! Then I wouldn't have to ask you every time I wanted to throw a party at your house. Speaking of which," Rossi groaned, "the team wants to have a get together tonight since we have no cases this weekend. Can we have it at your house?" Y/N didn't even have to ask, she knew she didn't. He always said yes even if he put up a fight about it.

"You already told them it was at my house didn't you?" Rossi questioned the younger agent. He saw her as a daughter, just as he saw all of them as his children.

"Am I really that predictable? I did," Y/N said, her face lighting up with a smile. "Everyone is in, even Hotch."

"Okay, fine. But only if you set up and clean up," Rossi negotiated.

"Will you cook or should we order in?" Y/N asked, making a list of all the things she had to do before tonight, in her head.

"I'll cook. Go get your work done," Rossi said, shooing her out of the office.

She left his office and made her way back to her desk. Y/N pulled out her phone to text the BAU group chat,"Papa Pasta's Spaghetti Children", that Rossi had said yes to the party. Everyone agreed on 6 pm, before remarking on the title of the group chat, like they always did. The conversation ended with Emily saying she was the favorite 'daughter' and no one bothering to correct her.

—TIME SKIP—

Spencer and Y/N had arrived at Rossi's house at about 5:30. They had stopped at the store on the way over to Rossi's to pick up snacks and games for the game night.

Rossi was the first to show up, given it was his house. He started cooking the pasta he was making for everyone, opening a bottle of wine for Spencer and I. JJ and Emily were the next to arrive, each greeted with a glass of wine. We gathered around the island in the kitchen, chatting about our plans for the weekend. The next people to arrive were Penelope and Derek, Penelope claiming a glass of wine while Derek waited for Hotch to arrive with the beer. Ten minutes later, Hotch was walking through the front door with a case of beer in each hand. As Rossi made dinner, Y/N took out the first game of the night, Cards Against Humanity.

"Okay, the card is 'Honey, Mommy and Daddy love you very much. But apparently Mommy loves (blank) more than she loves daddy," Spencer said, a grimace settled on his face, clearing not excited to be judging this round. Everyone slammed their cards on the table, Y/N and Penelope barely able to contain their giggles. "Alright let's see what you guys put down. 'The Kool-Aid man.' 'The invisible hand.' 'Daddy Issues.' 'Chunks of a dead prostitute'" that card earned a chorus of groans and giggles from the group. "And last but certainly not least, 'Spontaneous Human Combustion.' Alright, let me think about this for a second," Spencer said, mulling over his options a little too seriously. "I think the winner of this one is 'Chunks of a dead prostitute.'" Hotch cheered, grabbing the black card. Everyone looked at him in shock.

The game continued until dinner was fully prepared. The team gathered in Rossi's dining room, digging into the meal Rossi made. Dinner went by relatively quickly with stories and laughs being shared. When everyone was finished, they moved into the living room, settling, more like squishing, onto the couch.

"Okay children, time for the surprise game of the night," Y/N said, pushing herself off the couch where she sat next to Spencer. She pulled a game out of a bag that was on the floor.

"You got us Mario Kart?!" Penelope all but shrieked. "When did you get that?"

"I got it a few days before the last case. Rossi mentioned something about having a Wii so I thought why not get us a game for it?" Y/N answered, handing Rossi the game to put into the DVD disc holder. He popped the disc into the Wii and handed four Wii remotes to Y/N. Y/N gave a remote to Penelope, Derek, Spencer, and JJ.

"Wait, I don't know how to play." Spencer said, kind of handing the remote back to Y/N.

"Penny, can you show him how to play? Last time I played was 10 years ago," Y/N asked, going to get a round of beers for everyone from the kitchen. When she came back, Penelope was showing Spencer how to play the game. He looked like a confused puppy.

"Okay I think I'm ready to play," Spencer said, unsure if he could actually play.

Penelope got the game all set up and hit start. The room was filled with the sounds of shouting from the players and laughter and cheering from the onlookers. Penelope was in first place with JJ following in a close second. Derek wasn't that far behind JJ and Spencer could not have been any farther behind the other three. After a few minutes, everyone, except Spencer, were on their third and final lap. JJ ended up winning, with Penelope in 2nd, Derek in 3rd, and Spencer in last place. He let out a huff and threw the controller onto the ottoman in front of him.

"Aw, baby, don't pout," Y/N said, brushing a piece of his hair behind his ear.

"I'm not pouting! It's a dumb game that doesn't make any logical sense," Spencer said, leaning into Y/N, taking a sip of his beer. "Why do players get to throw turtle shells? How does that make any sense?"

"Chill out, pretty boy. You have chess and other smart people games," Derek said, slightly out of it from how much he drank.

"It's just a dumb game," Spencer mumbled under his breath, digging his head into Y/N's shoulder. She rubbed the back of his neck, sharing a look with JJ.

"Are you grumpy because you lost or grumpy because you're tired?" Y/N whispered in Spencer's ear. Whenever he drank too much, he tended to get grumpy, tired, and clingy.

"Yes," he muttered, causing Y/N to giggle. The other's had started on the next game of Mario Kart, oblivious to Spencer's current mood change.

"Alright, let's go home, babyface. I'm gonna go get my purse and tell Rossi we're leaving," Y/N said, standing up from the couch, Spencer whimpering before leaning back on the couch. "Hey Rossi, I think Spence and I are going to head out."

"I don't think that's a good idea, Y/L/N. You've both had a lot to drink tonight. Just crash in one the guest bedrooms okay? I think everyone is going to stay the night," Rossi said, turning to look at all of his shit-faced 'children.'

"If you insist. Does it matter which one?" She asked, looking over at Spencer who was almost asleep.

"Just pick one. See you both in the morning," Rossi said, walking away before adding, "And use protection."

Y/N rolled her eyes before going to get Spencer. They said their goodnights to the team before making their way to the first available bedroom. After they changed into the PJ's they brought just in case, Spencer and Y/N both climbed into the bed. It was quiet for a few minutes, the only sounds Y/N heard were the laughs from the ever so lively party.

"It's a dumb game," Spencer said before he drifted off to sleep.

Y/N kissed his cheek before whispering, "You're just a sore loser," falling asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

[makerofmadness]

idk what to put in the spots above the cuts anymore

Foxy: Have I ever told you that you cook well? Chica: Awww, no, you haven't! Foxy: So why do you keep cooking?

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Freddy: So, did everyone learn their lesson? Bonnie: No. Chica: I did not. Foxy: I may have actually forgotten one. Golden Freddy: Also no. Freddy: Oh good, neither did I. The Puppet: *Exhausted sigh*

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Circus Baby: Why is it so hard for you to believe me?! Michael Afton: ... Circus Baby: Oh, right. The lying.

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Freddy: You know what I learned from my friendship with Toy Freddy? Chica: There’s no such thing as too mean? Foxy: Never let your friends know for sure if you like them? Bonnie: Always hold a grudge?

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Toy Bonnie: Oh and for your information, I don't have an ego. Toy Bonnie: My facebook photo is a landscape.

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The Puppet: Deep down, I'm sure I was always pretty okay with you. Freddy: Thanks, Puppet! The Puppet: It wasn't a compliment, numbnuts.

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Funtime Freddy: Hey, wanna hear a funny joke? Michael Afton: I only like dark humor. Funtime Freddy, turning the lights off: What do you call a fake noodle? Michael Afton: Funtime Freddy: An IMPASTA!

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Toy Freddy: Oh, fiddlesticks. JJ: Look, I understand this is a tense situation, but let's watch the fucking language.

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Crying Child: A mosquito tried to bite me and I slapped it and killed it. Crying Child: And I started thinking. Crying Child: Like, it was just trying to get food. Crying Child: What if I went to the fridge and it just slammed the door shut and snapped my neck? Elizabeth Afton: Are you ok?

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Gregory: We need to distract these guys. Glamrock Freddy: Leave it to me. Glamrock Freddy: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss. Monty & Roxy: *immediately begin arguing*

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*Toy Freddy recording whilst Toy Bonnie and Toy Chica are arguing*

Toy Bonnie:

HOLD UP, HOLD UP, HOLD UP, HOLD UP!! HER SISTER WAS A WITCH, RIGHT? AND WHAT WAS HER SISTER? A PRINCESS! THE WICKED WITCH OF THE EAST, BRO!

Toy Freddy:

*wheezes like a tea kettle*

Toy Chica, pulling out a knife:

I'm gonna stab them.

Toy Bonnie:

YOU'RE GONNA LOOK AT ME AND YOU'RE GONNA TELL ME THAT I'M WRONG? AM I WRONG?

Toy Chica:

It's my favorite movi-

Toy Bonnie:

SHE WORE A CROWN AND SHE CAME DOWN IN A BUBBLE, CHICA!

Toy Chica:

I'm not fighting with you, I'm not fighting with y-

Toy Bonnie:

GROW UP, BRO. GROW UP!

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Funtime Freddy: Come on Ballora, do it for our friendship. You can't put a price on that... Ballora Yes I can, dear. Fifty dollars.

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Michael Afton: I think it’s time I get my life in order. Helpy, narrating: But he did not get his life in order. In fact, he got drunk last night and fought a raccoon.

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Golden Freddy: I can do anything I put my mind to. I once figured out Mike’s phone number just by choosing random numbers.

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Henry Emily: You are, of course, wondering why it is I have brought you here tonight. William Afton: Actually, Henry, after all these years, I just sort of go with it.

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Music Man: If you don't stop talking, I'm going to jump out of that window. Mr. Hippo: ...We're on the ground floor. Music Man: I know but I want a dramatic exit.

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Jeremy Fitzgerald: Did you win? Or just not die? Jeremy Fitzgerald: Either way, hooray. Michael Afton: ...Is "no" a valid answer? Jeremy Fitzgerald: The hooray is redacted and you frighten me.

(post-Ennard)

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Rockstar Foxy: I intend to stay pissed at you forever. Rockstar Foxy: Even if I seem helpful. William Afton: Then you're in luck. William Afton: Because you don't.

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Freddy: ...This is one of those moments where it doesn't really matter what I have to say, isn't it?

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*Giving advice to children* Toy Freddy: It's okay to ask for help. Toy Bonnie: You're not a burden. Toy Chica: Murder is okay. Mangle: Your feelings matter.

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Orville: I need 28 lightbulbs for 28 ducks. Mr. Hippo: Ducks can’t eat lightbulbs? Pigpatch: I think that’s the point. Orville: Exactly. I want my ducks to glow so I can find them.

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Monty: Nice rock. DJ Music Man: Thanks, Gregory gave it to me. Gregory: I threw it at you! DJ Music Man: Isn’t he the sweetest?

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Roxy: You’ve got to learn to love yourself. Glamrock Chica: But don't you hate yourself. Roxy: Yeah, but this is about you. Stay focused.

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Henry Emily: Do not come over to my house. If the house is on fire you may knock once, if I don’t answer assume I set the fire and I want to burn to death.

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Glamrock Freddy: Guys, Gregory is missing. Daycare Attendant: Good.

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Mangle: I told Bonnie that his ears turn red when he lies. Balloon Boy: Do they? Mangle: No. Balloon Boy: Then why did you tell him that? Mangle: Because I can do this. Mangle: Hey Bonnie! Do you love us? Toy Bonnie with his hands over his ears: No.

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Moon: I came out here to attack people and I'm honestly having such a good time right now.

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Henry Emily: Why would you give a knife to Elizabeth?!

William Afton, shrugging: Elizabeth felt unsafe.

Henry Emily: Now I feel unsafe!

William Afton: I’m sorry…

William Afton: Would you like a knife?

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Jeremy Fitzgerald: You know you can die from that, right? Michael Afton: *smoking a cigarette* That’s the point. Fritz Smith: *drinking alcohol* We’re trying to speed this up. Gregory: *Eating raw cookie dough and nodding*

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Jeremy Fitzgerald: Not gonna lie, I'm kind of afraid of Toy Chica... Toy Bonnie: As you should be. Jeremy Fitzgerald: No, for real, she’s kinda- Toy Bonnie: As. You. Should. Be.

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Jeremy Fitzgerald: You remind me of the ocean. Toy Chica: Because I'm deep and mysterious? Jeremy Fitzgerald: No, because you're full of salt and you scare people.

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Gregory: My ultimate goal is to punch God in the eye, just to spite him one last time.

[mrs-dr-reid]

Extra

(A Criminal Minds Fic)

Summary: Luke goes all out for when Reader comes over to his apartment for the first time, and she’s a tad overwhelmed by it.

Pairing: Luke Alvez x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Maybe anxiety(?), but otherwise pretty fluffy, my doods.

Word Count: 1230

A/N: My very first Luke fic!!!! I’m surprised I haven’t gotten to him sooner, because I love him so much 🤷‍♀️. Hope you enjoy!

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Luke guessed he could’ve communicated his plans for the evening a little better (or literally at all) before Y/N got to his place. Luke and Y/N had been dating for a few weeks now, but she had never been to his apartment. Luke had crashed at her place plenty of times after they got back from a case because she lived closer to Quantico than he did, but they had never had a real reason for her to go to Luke’s place when they were just friends, let alone once they started dating. Luke decided that needed to change, and one day he plunked down on Y/N’s desk out of the blue, startling her from her paperwork frenzy and making her favorite pen fly over the desk divider and land in Matt’s lap.

He handed it back to her with an amused look on his face, and she looked back at Luke after thanking Matt quietly to see that he had a slightly nervous look on his face. She raised an eyebrow in concern and said, “Is everything okay, Luke?”, while putting a comforting hand on his knee, so he grabbed her hand with a smile at how caring she is and said, “Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine, Y/N/N. I was just wondering if you’d want to come over to my place sometime. Given that we don’t have to go on a case,” which made Y/N’s eyebrows fly up to her hairline in surprise.

Luke said, “It’s just… I’ve been to your apartment like a hundred times, and since we started dating, there’s never been an opportunity for you to come over. You can totally say no, I just thought I’d ask, and Roxy’s been missing you a bunch, so…,” but Y/N cut him off and said, “Luke, I’d love to come over to your apartment. I just wasn’t expecting you to ask, that’s all,” which made Luke relax slightly. Y/N stood up from her chair, then said, “Sometime in the next week or two?”, so Luke said, “Can’t wait,” which made her smile before pressing a quick but tender kiss to his lips and bringing the small stack of manilla folders that was on her desk up the ramp to Emily’s office, Luke watching her go with a dorky smile on his face.

After a week of case-less smooth sailing, the team got called out to Utah for 5 days for a serial arsonist in Salt Lake. Since they were all so good at their jobs and Garcia was a wiz with her keyboard, the arsonist was caught, and they were soon back on the jet to head back home. Y/N collapsed into her usual spot with an exaggerated groan, and Luke plopped down right next to her with an equally exaggerated sigh, making her smile and snuggle against his side. He said, “Wanna go over to my place when we get back?”, so she said, “Sure! I just wanna go back to my place and shower first, then I’ll come right over. Sound good?”, making him grin and say, “Sounds perfect. I’ll text you my address,” before pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

After everyone had dispersed in the parking lot to head home, Luke was the first person to pull out of the lot with an exhilaration he hadn’t felt since he asked Y/N out for the first time, because he knew he had to make this perfect for her. Roxy was right at the door when Luke opened it, and he bent down to give her scratches while saying, “Y/N’s gonna come see us, girl! Are you excited?”, which made Roxy’s tail start wagging while she let out a short bark, because if there’s one person she loved as much as she loved Luke, it was Y/N. Luke said, “I’ll take that as a yes,” then started getting everything ready.

Just as he finished setting everything up, he got a text from Y/N saying she just pulled into a parking spot, so he sent her a message saying he’d buzz her up in a second, then made a mad sprint for the bathroom to make sure his hair wasn’t rebelling against him. He steeled himself in the mirror, then went over to his buzzer when he heard it go off. He pressed the button and said, “Come on up!”, and Roxy was sitting nearby with her head cocked. Luke shot her a playful glare, then said, “Don’t give me that look,” just as there was a knock on his door.

Luke opened the door, and there was Y/N, in a purple long sleeve shirt, dark blue jeans, her favorite pair of Converse sneakers, and her (H/C) hair pulled into a low ponytail with her signature gleaming smile on her face. Luke said, “Hi,” then pulled her into a tender kiss by her waist, making her let out a little giggle against his mouth and cup his face in her soft hands. When he pulled his lips away, Y/N said, “Well, hi to you, too,” which made Luke chuckle slightly. Roxy trotted over to them, and Y/N instantly knelt down to give her all of the pets and scratches while cooing at her in baby talk, making Luke’s heart swell with love.

Once Y/N was done showering Roxy in affection, she stood up and said, “So, what do you have planned for us this evening, Mr. Alvez?”, so he smirked and said, “You’ll see, Ms. L/N,” before leading her to the dining room, where the lights were turned down, there were candles on the table, and there was a bottle of wine that Y/N knew couldn’t have been cheap. Y/N froze, and Luke thought it was in delight at first, but then he saw her face and realized that it was in shock and slight anxiety.

Luke was instantly on the defence, and he said, “Is something wrong?”, so she said, “It’s not that I don’t appreciate the thought, but I thought we were just gonna order pizza and watch Netflix. I would have dressed up a little more if I knew that this was what you were planning,” before letting out a nervous laugh. Luke instantly softened, then said, “I’m sorry. I should have given you at least some kind of warning. I know you hate having things like this sprung on you when you’re on prepared. I just wanted tonight to be special,” before hugging her from behind and kissing her cheek. She smiled gratefully, then looked over her shoulder at him and said, “It is really sweet of you to cook for me, though.”

He said, “In all honesty, it’s a frozen lasagna I picked up on my way home. I didn’t have enough time to make you something from scratch,” so she turned around in his arms and said, “It’s still very sweet. I appreciate it even though you caught me off guard with it a little. Next time, I’d appreciate a heads-up,” which made him nod and say, “Yes, ma’am,” before chuckling and kissing her gently. They sat down at the table, and they toasted to many more nights spent at Luke’s apartment and to always give a hint or two when planning a surprise night in or outing.

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This was for @homoose’s writing challenge.

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