#emilys 1.5k celebration!

[chilling-seavey]

Live Fast, Drive Fast (ln4)

↳ A/N To the anon who requested this song for my 1.5k celebration: thank you for submitting!! I decided to go with 777 since I've never heard it before (and I actually really like it so thanks for the accidental song rec too hehe)

↳ Inspired By: '777' by Joji

↳ Pairings: Lando Norris x Fem!Reader (NO use of y/n)

↳ Word Count: 447

↳ Warnings: Driving under the influence, toxic relationship, dark undertones

“Are you out of your mind?”

The rev of the engine echoed through the darkness that surrounded you, orange headlights tunneling the pitch-black road ahead of you. The force of the acceleration pressed your body back against the leather seats, your gaze locked on the vast expanse of night that made up the empty highway you drove down at some ungodly hour. As if desperate for some control, your hand reached across the front seat to grasp onto the sleeve of his jacket, knuckles turning white in the neon glow of the dashboard.

“Lando!” you said loudly to be heard over the rumble of the engine.

He didn’t look at you, narrowed gaze focused straight through the windshield. He held an emotion in his eyes you couldn’t quite place - unfamiliar - shadowed under the fabric of his hood. His hands tightened on the steering wheel, jaw clenching, eyebrows flickering into a momentary frown without tearing his eyes away from the dizzy highway lanes.

The little arrow on the dashboard inched up higher and higher; surpassing each glowing number tick by tick, second by second.

130, 140, 150, 160…

Through the empty lanes, he swerved in meticulous controlled curves as if he sadistically enjoyed the way your hand tightened on his jacket with every abrupt motion. Any other day, you would have trusted his skill and his control. Tonight, your mind lingered on the memory of the drinks he consumed and the angry words you exchanged under the dancing party lights of the club.

“I want to go home!” you insisted, nearly shouting, torn between watching the road or wanting to screw your eyes shut in paralyzing fear.

“So you can leave me?” Lando snapped back, his first sentence since you had left the club. Maliciousness dripped from his tone.

“There’s nothing to leave!” you shouted, “You’re not my boyfriend! You have made that very clear!”

“I told you I don’t do strings.” his words were thick and slurred.

“This isn’t sustainable!” you replied. The force of his swerving threw your shoulder towards the door. Your other hand flew to grab the handle above you, silently pleading for a lifeline. “We are not sustainable like this!”

Instead of an answer, Lando pressed his foot down harder onto the accelerator. The engine growled fiercely through the pitch-black night.

170, 180, 190, 200…

The rear wheels skidded slightly and he had to really pull at the wheel to catch the car before it was sent spinning into the ditch.

Your scream nearly echoed through the car, “You’re going to kill us, Lando!”

He laughed, almost menacingly, his pitchy voice churning your stomach as he purred, “I just wanna go fast, baby.”

"Blame it on me, you can blame it on me, Never turn back when I'm goin' full speed. Live fast, drive fast like two hundred on the dashboard. It’s my way, my way, even if it is a crash course"

[sofiareidings]

I'm Not Yours

Summary: You're getting over a breakup and meet a cute guy on a case, what you didn't realise was that your best friend has been waiting for years. Warning: Swearing

A/N: I'm sorry my post is so late!! I had it queued up to post at 9am like normal and then it didn't?? And then I had a math test so I couldn't go on my phone or anything, AND THEN HALF THE STORY JUST DISSAPPEARED SO I HAD TO REWRITE IT?!?!? It has been quite the hassle. Also this was a prompt from @andiebeaword's 3000 follower celebration! The first sentence of the story was the prompt. Also, I meant for this to be gn!reader so if anyone sees any she/he pronouns for reader please tell me! Love you all <333

Word Count: 1.5k

Song Suggestions: Yours - Conan Gray

"I can't stand you choosing another person over me, again."

***

His bright blue eyes shined in the sun, a ray hitting across his face perfectly. Pushing his short brown hair out of his face while smiling at you made your insides flutter, completely forgetting about your ex now.

"So as I was saying, it would be best for you and your team to set up here. There's lots of room and we haven't used it in years." His voice came out in this long, deep tone. JJ walked into the room raising an eyebrow at you before taking over the conversation with the officer.

"What was that look?" Jumping slightly, you turned around and saw Penelope. It was that once a year situation where she actually had to join the rest of the team for a case. "Someone likes the officer."

The girls took any chance they could to get you to talk to the guy. They weren't wrong, you did think he was insanely cute but, you just weren't quite sure if you had the guts to really talk to him.

"I do not!" You laughed, "And even if I did…it's not like anything could happen." Penelope continued pestering and Emily joined the conversation and made sure to give her opinion as well.

***

"You better at least get his number, we're only gonna be here for a few more days." Penelope had been bugging you the most out of anyone, "Well, I let you sit on that thought. I need to go work my wonderful magics so I will talk to you about this later." She smiled and strutted away back to her laptop setup down the hall.

"What was Garcia talking about?" Turning back to the task at hand, Spencer was standing at a board. Working on the case. "Is this about that officer?" His voice was very flat, little emotion which was unusual for him. Especially around you, the two of you had been best friends since you transferred to the BAU.

"Yeah it was, she's trying to get me to get his number." Not turning from his work you started to flip through some files and continue to talk. "I do think he's pretty hot, but I also think it's way too early to start putting myself out there you know?"

"Yeah, yeah I guess I can understand that." Peeking over his shoulder briefly to look at you. Hearing the way you were talking about this guy was leaving him conflicted. The first day he had met you he'd already fallen in love. No statistic or math problem could explain how that happened. He's been sitting on the sideline for the past three years, watching you go from boyfriend to boyfriend, letting him be your shoulder to cry on when it was heartbreak after heartbreak. But honestly, he didn't know how long he could keep going like this.

"...But it could also be some type of fate thing. Like, I break up with a toxic asshole and then meet a dreamy police officer? I don't know, what do you think Spencer?" Walking over to him to put up some photos and thoughts on the board you look up at him, waiting for his response.

"Whatever you think is best I suppose," It took him a long time to respond, the way you were speaking of this guy was just breaking his heart more and more. It was taking all his power to not just scream 'I LOVE YOU!!' and see your reaction. "Do you want to ask him out."

"I think so, I guess he is really nice, and really good looking…" Going on about him a bit more, you paused then changed your thought process. "I mean everything and everyone is telling me to go for it but some small part of me is saying no."

"I think I'm just being paranoid, why shouldn't I put myself out there? It has been like three months. And if it doesn't work out, so what? At least I tried. I think I'll do it." Just like that, the hope died. Should he just say it? Get it out there and hope for the best? This was impossible.

"What does that mean? Are you just not ready to put yourself out there again or is it because there's someone else?" A small glimmer of hope ignited in him, maybe he still had a chance after all.

***

"I'm going to do it. So you can stop annoying me about it, Pen." She smiled and started to ramble about how it will be so good for you. The case had been solved and you were all packing up. Everyone with the exception of Hotch and Rossi were in the room given to the team.

"I'm so glad you're going to do this! You two would be such a sexy pair I just know it." You and Penelope continued to talk, but Spencer was just heartbroken. Standing on the opposite side of the room he could still hear you. He was packing up his things slowly, hoping to get a chance to talk to you alone.

"You should just go for it kid, don't let them get with another guy without you atleast saying it." Derek, giving his opinion to Spencer while leaning against the wall. Tossing a ball now that he was all packed up.

"What if you say something and they like you back?" Derek counter protested. Spencer thought about it for a minute, he had a point. But on the other hand he couldn't tell what would be worse; watching you ask someone else out again or telling you and losing such an important person in his life.

"I know, I just don't want to ruin three years of friendship. What if I say something and they never talk to me again?" He questioned, still listening in on your conversation.

***

"I'll be done in a minute!" You called out to Penelope and Emily. Still packing up your things it was only you and Spencer left in the room.

Finally throwing your bag over your shoulder you started to catch up to the rest of the team you heard Spencer call out to you. "Wait! Can I talk to you for a minute, please?"

"Yeah, of course." A little confused on why he sounded so nervous you stood infront of him, waiting for him to continue. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing it's just," He cleared his throat, no or never. "I was just wondering if you gave that officer your number yet."

"Oh, not yet. I was actually about to do that. Why do you ask?" Titling your head, curious. He started to fidget with his hands, not sure what to say.

"Oh, so you are going out with him." His voice barely above a whisper. "That's nice I suppose."

"Okay…" You smiled and started to head to the door. "I'm going to go now, see on the jet Spencer?"

"I- please, I need to say something." He tripped over his words, come on Spencer, just say it!!!

"Are you okay? You seem nervous." Why was he acting like this? It was so confusing to you.

"Okay, I'm just going to say it." He sighed, "I don't want you to go out with that officer. I mean if you really want to you should do it of course but I don't want you to because I want you to go out with me. If you don't feel the same way tell me but it's just, I can't stand you choosing another person over me, again." Biting the inside of his cheek, waiting for your response.

"Oh," Was all you could say at first. You didn't really know what else to say. "You, you like me?"

"Yeah, I do. And if you don't feel the same way I get it and pretend I never said anything because I don't want to lose you. But if you go out and date this guy I'm going to have to put up a boundary, I'm sorry."

"Spencer, I don't know what to say," You laughed lightly, not sure how to say what you were thinking. "I feel the same way, I just assumed you never would like me back so I have been trying to get over it."

"Really?" He smiled and gave that puppy-dog face he always made. "Are you serious?"

"Why would I lie?" Throwing your bag over your shoulder you hugged him then stepped back giving a small smile. "We should go though, the jet is supposed to leave like now. But can we talk about this later?"

"I would like that." The two of you started to head out, and you completely forgot about the officer. Spencer just walked out with a huge smile on his face. Why didn't he say this sooner???

[writtenbymisunderstoodnerds]

Friendsgiving (Christen Press x Reader)

Just a short little fic today. We don't have thanksgiving here, but I saw so much about it and this idea popped into my head. Happy thanksgiving to everyone who celebrates it :)

Words: 1.5K

"Babe! Hurry up, they're almost here." Christen yelled from the kitchen as I had just finished putting on my pants. I slipped on my button down without doing up the buttons and ran down the stairs.

"I'm coming!"

"Don't run down the stairs. Please tell me you're doing up that shirt."

"I thought I'd give you a present and keep it undone," I winked pulling her closer. Her hands ran along my stomach and around to my back. I shivered at the coldness of her hands before placing a lingering kiss on her lips.

She kissed my collar bone before pulling away and slowly doing up my buttons, "As much as I enjoy the view, this is for my eyes only. You look great Y/n. Don't worry, they're going to love you."

My hands covered her, squeezing slightly. I knew she was nervous about me meeting her team properly for the first time. We were having a slightly late friends-giving dinner at mine and Christens, it wasn't all her teammates, but the ones she was closest to and were able to fly in would be there. A few of them were going to stay and hangout with us for a few days to make a holiday out of it. I had met a few of them briefly here and there over the years, though it was never for very long. I wasn't all that nervous, it probably wouldn't hit until they got here. "Are you trying to reassure me or yourself? Whatever happens, will happen Chris. It'll be okay. Try and relax so you can enjoy the night. I know how much you love holidays like this."

In all honesty, I had never really celebrated Thanksgiving until about 3 years ago when I had been in country and invited by her parents. I'd lived in Spain since I was like 2, my parents were from there and moved back when to be closer to family. I had met Christen in college, we grew very close, but we hadn't started dating until Christen had moved to Sweden. It was never my intention to actually start anything with her, mostly because of the distance. We were talking everyday, I started visiting her regularly since she was closer and things just progressed from there. By time she moved back to the US, I wasn't ready to move with her yet, but I was madly in love with her and willing to do anything to make the distance work. 

It had been hard since we spent the better part of 10 years long distance with me still being in Spain and her being in the states. We had made it work with frequent trips to see each other and long FaceTime's. Thankfully, my job let me work remotely so I could visit her often. We'd gotten married in secret 3 years ago, but I hadn't moved here until 8 months ago. I had wanted to move years ago, and had been planning on it, then my dad died and I couldn't leave my mum alone. Christen had been nothing, but supportive when I broke down and told her I couldn't move. After my mum died at the start of the year, I had packed up my whole life in a couple of months and moved to be with Christen. It was an adjustment, but we couldn't be happier.

"You go get ready, I'll finish setting up."

---

When the first knock sounded on the door, the nerves finally hit me. Christen must have noticed because she wrapped her arm around my waist and placed a kiss to my cheek, "I love you so they're going to love you."

I pecked her lips before pulling away to answer the door. Emily, Lindsey, Kelley and Megan were standing there. Anyone would tell you that I was a very affectionate person, I liked giving hugs, but I knew some people weren't huggers so I held my hand out for them to shake, but I was pulled into hugs instead. "I'm Y/n, it's nice to finally meet you."

More people trickled in as I sorted drinks for everyone. They were all friendly and seemed to not instantly hate me so that was a win. We made small talk until everyone had arrived and sat down to eat. I was asked so many questions about anything they could think of. From what I do, life in Spain, how Chris and I met, and what it was like living in the US. Christen had warned me that they would ask me a bunch of questions so it didn't surprise me. I didn't mind either, they were curious and I understood that. Once we finished eating, everyone went around saying what they were thankful for. I may have only been celebrating the holiday because of Christen, but it was nice to be around the people who made her the happiest. I would do anything to make sure she was happy.

When my turn came, I kissed the back of Christens hand, "Um, I'm thankful for my wife, she's been my number one supporter through everything."

"Wife?!?"

Christen laughed, "Oh, did I forget to mention that part?"

"You didn't invite us to your wedding?"

"We didn't invite anyone except Chris's parents."

"When?"

"About 3 years ago."

The girls all had mixtures of hurt and disappointment. Christen looked somewhat guilty in response to their expressions. I laced my fingers with Christens and spoke up in hopes of diffusing some of the tension, "It wasn't planned at all, I had proposed then a few nights later we were talking and just decided to elope. We never intended to hide it or anything."

---

I was sorting out dessert in the kitchen while Christen was in the living room with the girls. I could still hear their conversations, but was more focused on what I was doing. One conversation caught my attention though. 

"I'm jealous Chris, that accent alone would make me fall in love with her."

"Don't even think about it, that's my wife. I'm not so secretly hoping she never loses it, I love it. Thankfully, she is regularly in contact with her Spanish speaking colleagues and I'm getting better with my Spanish, we plan to raise our children bilingual, so I don't think I have to worry about it too much." Even 3 years later, I couldn't get enough of Christen calling me her wife. I don't think that would ever change. 

"Children?"

Christen didn't say anything for a second, so I came up to sit on the arm of the couch next to her. Christen was already nine weeks pregnant, no one knew yet and I knew she was hesitant to tell them incase something happened. It would affect her ability to play, but she had always wanted to carry, while I wasn't that fussed about it so I easily agreed to it, "We're planning for kids in the near future. We've been talking about it for a while, but now that I'm here permanently, we're looking into it more seriously."

"Yes! I can't wait for little Press's to be running around," Kelley exclaimed receiving nods of agreement from the rest of the girls. Christen watched with a small smile as they discussed what our kids would be like and fighting over who would be the favourite. "I'm Chris's favourite, therefore I'll be little Press's favourite."

I laughed knowing that Tobin was in fact her favourite and would be the godmother of our child. If she agreed of course, "It's Y/L/N now actually."

"Since when?"

"Since we got married, I just never made the changed it publicly seeing as we keep our relationship private."

---

I was pretty much cornered by Tobin, Kelley, Lindsey and Megan while Christen was distracted by the other girls. It was a little bit intimidating though I tried not to show it, "We were all a bit surprised that you two made it this long with the distance and everything, but I can see how you did. You are great together. I know you've been together for 10 years and everything, but if you ever hurt her, we will hurt you ten times worse."

I glanced at Christen, an involuntary smile appeared as I turned back to the girls staring at me expectantly, "You don't have to worry about that, I love her more than anything in this world. I wouldn't be who I am without her, I wouldn't be where I am without her. I couldn't imagine my life without her." Arms wrapped around my waist from behind as I felt my face heat up, knowing she had heard me talking about her, "I love you Chris."

"I love you too Y/n. For the record, right back at you with everything you just said," Christen whispered the last part in my ear making me smile widely and turn to kiss her softly. There were instant gagging sounds, making Christen pull away with a laugh. We spent the rest of the evening getting to know each other better then watching movies. It was a great evening and something I could get used to. The girls were awesome and definitely people I could see myself getting close to the more I was around them.  

[sequinsmile-x]

Sweet Nothing - Chapter 1 - The Question

A series of one shots mini fics of our favourite idiots in love to celebrate my birthday, along with all the other July birthdays in the fandom <3

The master list can be found here!

-x-

Hi friends!!

This is the first of the prompts I received for my birthday celebration. I've changed the date you can submit them to until the end of the week (9th July) and you can submit them here!

I am going to try to keep them to around 1k - 1.5k words each (lol) but we'll see haha

So far I have received 24, and will write them as and when I can over the next several weeks.

The prompt for this first one was "get over here", and the anon who requested it had their birthday yesterday - so happy belated birthday!! I hope you enjoy this &lt;;3

-x-

Words: 1.5 k

Warnings: none.

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

He’d always known that she was a terrible sick person.

He remembered once, when she was relatively new to the team and still desperate to prove herself, she’d shown up to the bullpen full of cold. She was irritable, her temper short as she insisted that she was fine even though it was evident that wasn’t the case, right up to the moment he had sent her home. 

She’d told him since, after they’d become friends but before they got together, that she’d spent the entire journey home cursing him out at the top of her voice until she’d had to pull her car over because of a coughing fit. 

There had been moments when she was in Paris, where she did the bulk of her recovery from what Ian had done to her, when he wondered how she was doing. If she was driving the French doctors crazy as she insisted she could do things herself even when she clearly couldn’t. He asked her about it on their first night together, his hand resting over the large scar just below her rib cage. She smiled softly as she told him about her physical therapist, who she had nicknamed ‘Monsieur Ratched,’ a tone to her voice that let her know exactly what she thought of the man who had helped her body work again. 

He’d always known that she was a terrible sick person, but he had never expected her to be clingy. Insistent on being wherever he was, her face pressed into his neck or her head in his lap as she laid next to him. 

It had taken him by surprise the first time she didn’t feel well after they got together. She had a stomach bug, something she initially claimed was food poisoning from one of Dave’s pasta nights before Aaron pointed out he had eaten the same as her and was fine, and she was grumpy. He’d gone over to hers to make sure she was ok, expecting her to tell him to leave her alone, but she’d wrapped herself around him, her hand grasping at his shirt sleeve when he mentioned he’d leave her to sleep. 

He liked it. He liked that she needed him, that she allowed herself to need him. Something he knows she hasn’t done with anyone in a long time, if ever. 

It’s how he finds himself in their living room, curled up on the couch with Emily’s head in his lap and her hand on his knee as they watch Casablanca together in their pjyamas. 

Jack was the one who had come home with the flu having caught it at school and he was all about Emily when he was sick. He’d snuck into their bed and slept between them. Early one morning, Aaron had woken up alone in their bed and had gone to look for them, searching their house for his family. He’d found them downstairs, cuddled up on the couch with The Wizard of Oz on TV. Emily smiled at him and explained watching classic movies always made her feel better when she was sick, and The Wizard of Oz was the only one she could think of that was child appropriate. 

Emily sniffs, her nose blocked, and then she groans, the sound immediately turning into a cough. He rubs the hand that had been resting on her back up and down it, whispering reassuring words to her as he helps her sit up so she can get over the coughing fit. 

“You’re ok, sweetheart,” he says, continuing to rub circles on her back, “You’re ok, I’ve got you.” 

She moans as the coughing fit passes and then leans in towards him, resting her head on his shoulder, “Jack is so lucky I love him and that he’s cute,” she complains, her voice rough and congested. 

Aaron clears his throat to cover a laugh, well aware that even when this sick she wouldn’t thank him for laughing at her, and he turns his head to kiss her forehead, “We’re both very lucky that you love us, Em,” he says, grimacing at the temperature of her skin before he pulls back, “I should go get you some more meds.”

“Not yet,” she mumbles, laying back down to place her head in his lap, curling up into his embrace, “I want to lay here a little longer.” 

“It will just take a minute-”

“In a little while,” she cuts him off, her irritation slipping through, and she shifts to look up at him, sniffing again, “You’ll get the meds and then you’ll realise I need to eat with them so you’ll make dinner, and before I know it an hour will have gone by, so I just want to lay here.” 

“Ok, sweetheart,” he promises her, his hand on the top of her head as he plays with her hair, “We can just stay here.” 

He looks at her, and even though she’s sick, he doesn’t think she’s ever looked more beautiful.  The combination of her smile and her bright red nose from where she’d been blowing it for days and her paler-than-usual skin, free the words he’d had trapped in his chest for weeks. 

“Marry me.” 

It takes a moment for what he’s said to register, but when it does she chokes out a laugh, her mouth dropping open as she shakes her head, “This is the perfect moment?” 

They’d spoken about it before they’d bought the house. Marriage was something they both wanted, something that felt like the next natural step for them. They both wanted it all. Marriage, kids, a long and happy life together. After everything, they both deserved it. She knew he had a ring, he’d teased her about it more than once, claiming he’d hidden it somewhere she’d never find it, and he’d told her he wanted to wait until the perfect moment to propose.

He chuckles softly, and continues to move his fingers through her hair, playing with the soft strands of it as she looks up at him incredulously. 

“Yes,” he says, his smile widening as she rolls her eyes at him, “It is the perfect moment.”

She shakes her head at him and sits up, shifting so she’s sitting in his lap, her arms around his neck as she looks at him, “Me being unable to breathe through my nose with a mild fever is the perfect moment?” 

He shrugs one of his shoulders, “Every moment with you is perfect,” he says, smiling as she shakes her head, “I was looking at you and I realised I want to take care of you for the rest of my life. I know you don’t need looking after, that you’re more than capable of-”

“Yes.” 

He stops, his mouth still open as she cuts off his explanation, a wide smile on her face. “Yes?” 

She nods and she cups the back of his neck, her fingers caught up in the short strands of his hair, “Yes, I’ll marry you.” She replies, and she chuckles as he leans forward to kiss her, pulling back from him, “Honey, I’m sick.” 

“Sweetheart,” he says, holding her in place, “You’ve barely been more than a couple of feet away from me in days, if I’m going to get it that ship has sailed,” he says, capturing her lips in a kiss, smiling when she responds, kissing him once more before she pulls back, “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” she replies, leaning into him to hug him, sighing as he wraps his arms around her. “Can I see the ring?” 

He chuckles as he pulls away, his eyebrow raised as he looks at her, “You looked for it, didn’t you?” He asks, and the way she avoids his eye contact, her cheeks pinking up for the first time in days, tells him everything he needs to know. He kisses her once more before he shifts out from underneath her, “I told you that you’d never find it.” 

She watches as he walks towards the kitchen before she hears a cabinet open, followed by the sound of pans clanking against each other. He walks back into the living room, a small black box in his hand.

“You hid it in the kitchen?” She asks, raising her eyebrow at him, and he smiles as he shrugs at her. 

“In the pots and pans cabinet,” he says, “I knew you’d never look in there.” 

“Get over here,” She scoffs, but any further response is cut off as he sits back next to her and opens the box and the ring is revealed to her. She bites her lip and looks at him, her eyes shining. 

“Ask me again.” 

Aaron smiles, his heart beating wildly in his chest even though he knew the answer, “Emily Prentiss, will you marry me?” 

She kisses him before she rests her forehead against his, a tear escaping past her lashline, as she repeats her answer, the only answer she could ever have. 

“Yes.” 

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a mediocre celebration: 2k

GUYS! i leave for a few weeks and come back to this! you guys are amazing, we now have 2,031 friends! that’s amazing! so before we get into what we’re doing as a celebration for 2k friends, i’m gonna touch on a few things.

1) i am now going through my inbox and fulfilling requests that have been there for over a year. i’m sorry that it’s taking me so long, but around that time that most of these requests were coming in my grandma passed away, and that’s why i was away for such a long time. so, some of my requests that i’ll be posting are from the 1.5k celebration which is ironic. but i am getting to your requests i promise.

2) i will not be fulfilling all of the requests in my inbox. my blog has many characters that i write for, but sometimes i lose motivation to write for certain characters as interests change. that does not mean that i’ll stop writing for them forever, sometimes i get a punch of motivation as i rewatch and fun things like that. so right here i’ll include what characters/fandoms i do write for now as well as update my request guideline: criminal minds (jennifer jareau, emily prentiss) euphoria (cassie howard, lexi howard, maddy perez), marvel (kate bishop, natasha romanoff, wanda maximoff), you (love quinn, guinevere beck) i hope you guys understand and i’m sorry to everyone i’ve disappointed because i will not be fulfilling your request

3) IN HONOR of the mediocre celebration of 2k, we’re gonna do something a little similar to the last celebration and i’ll give you some prompts and write that for you. 

and as always thank you guys so much for everything. for still being around even after a long hiatus, i appreciate all of you. spreading love to you forever and always!

[bi-and-bewildered]

Autistic Spencer Reid Headcanons

I’m back with more projecting onto Spencer, featuring a large dose of Found Family (requested by @spencers-renaissance )

okay so Spencer has definitely mastered the art of the perfect vocal stim. like tell me that in the millions of phrases and weird words he knows he hasn’t found the most satisfying words to repeat over and over. I am most certainly jealous

some of his favorite special interests are inspired by his mom: 19th and 20th century literature, poetry, etc. It makes him feel more connected to her and the good memories of his childhood.

Penelope got him a weighted blanket for his first birthday with the BAU and he loved it so much she got him another one the next year. It’s become a tradition for her to give him a blanket on his birthday but his favorite is still the first one she ever gave him

Emily bounces her legs all the time and it drives Spencer up the wall. they compromise: Emily bounces her leg but she has to make sure it’s not rubbing against something while she’s doing it so it doesn’t make noise.

Spencer is very picky about foods and textures and so when he’s on cases he usually sticks to coffee because he doesn’t have the energy to try to find something to eat that won’t upset him. JJ keeps some of his safe foods in her purse (Rice Krispie treats, applesauce pouches, etc) this becomes extremely convenient because not only does it keep Spencer fed but she becomes the go-to snack person on the team.

He grows his hair out long because he likes the sensation of having long hair, it’s almost shielding him in a way. However, he absolutely despises the feeling of hair in his face but regular hair ties give him the worst migraines. Penelope introduces his to scrunches and he falls in love. They keep the hair out of his eyes AND are fun to fidget with (especially the fake velvet ones)

oversized clothes= heaven! it’s like a weighted blanket and the sleeves are fun to fiddle with. Spencer’s solution to the distinct lack of hoodies in his wardrobe? steal Derek’s (and Emily’s but that’s harder to get away with because she always manages to steal it back without him noticing)

Whenever he’s overwhelmed on the jet (because air pressure sensations + noisy jets= hell) Derek always loans him his headphones. Eventually Derek just buys him noise canceling headphones because jet rides are excruciatingly boring without his usual music playing

Spencer discovers the absolute magic that is chewlery (chewable jewelry) and practically combusts. he doesn’t feel comfortable wearing them out in public but when he’s at home or on the jet he’s always got one thrown around his neck

He’s extremely clumsy (dyspraxia gang✌🏼) and literally is always bumping into something or injuring himself somehow. Hotch is just like🤨🤨and starts sticking Jack’s superhero bandaids on him

[jessiemieli]

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i don’t know why but i am still trudging along with this never-ending medical drama well into it’s 15 season. i just can’t seem to let it go

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[velvetcloxds]

YOURE LITERALLY AMAZING CONGRATS

Could I get a Bridgerton? Plz?

LOVE YOUUUU

for some reason I'd like to go to a jazz concert with you nsjx

[writer-in-theory]

schrodinger's mistletoe (spencer reid x reader)

Request: Maybe something like Garcia’s best friend and ‘sister’ goes to the work Xmas party and she meets Reid and is wearing a nerdy jumper and it sparks a conversation and the classic mistletoe, or something from another holiday since it’s an all around party, happens? In the Xmas feels, also if you or anyone else who sees this celebrates, Happy Hanukkah, or whatever you celebrate as long as it’s happy !!!

Summary: Spencer feels out of place at Penelope’s holiday party. That is, until Reader shows up in her nerdy Christmas sweater.

Category: Fluff

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Content Warnings: Christmas

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: Here’s a fluffy little blurb, anon!! I hope this is what you were looking for. Also, if you’re curious what Reader’s sweater looks like, it was inspired by this.

Masterlist

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It took seven minutes and thirty-eight seconds for Spencer to realize that this party is not his scene. He loves Penelope, and for that reason alone he’ll stay, but it was definitely not advertised correctly.

When the tech genius said that there would be a few non-BAU friends there, Spencer assumed it would be three, maybe four. Instead, there were easily a dozen people in Penelope’s apartment that he didn’t recognize.

The others were ready to jump right in—Emily, Derek, and Rossi immediately grabbing drinks and joining conversations with ease, while JJ and Hotch stuck close by to their families. Penelope had stayed near Spencer for a little while, but eventually had gotten distracted with a few other newcomers.

That was how Spencer ended up standing toward the edge of the living room, hands wrapped around his mug of hot cider. This wasn’t the worst way to spend the holidays, he supposed. If he wasn’t here then he’d be in his apartment alone, likely reading a couple of books he had recently purchased.

“Is that a Dalek with a Santa hat?”

How hadn’t he noticed you standing there? You were gorgeous—the kind of face that let Spencer know you were a good person. Though you weren’t fully smiling, the little laugh lines proved you often did.

“It is,” he spoke, voice a little lighter now that someone had recognized where his Christmas sweater had come from. “You know Doctor Who?”

“Please, I lived with Penny for three years. It’d be impossible not to know,” you joked.

“You’re Garcia’s old roommate?”

Of course, it was impossible not to know Y/N. Penelope spoke of you often, stating that you were usually roped into Penelope’s wild schemes. You’d apparently been friends since high school, and when Penelope made the move to Quantico you weren’t too far behind. You’d been there for Penelope all through the loss of her parents, and were there to help her pick up the pieces after being caught as the Black Queen by the FBI. You seemed like an amazing person, but Penelope hadn’t ever brought you around to meet them.

Spencer was glad he was getting to meet you now.

“I guess Penny’s been talkin’ about me,” you laughed, a nervous smile pulling on your lips and eyes momentarily dropping down to glance at your shoes. “Only good things, I hope.”

“Of course, she loves you. I feel like I practically already know you from how much she talks about you,” Spencer answered honestly, “though that’s not actually possible.”

“You must be Dr. Spencer Reid.”

“You don’t have to–it’s just Spencer, you don’t have to use the doctor.”

“Noted. It’s nice to meet you, Spencer.”

“What gave it away?” he asked curiously, head tilting to the side a little.

“Well, Penny told me you two cosplayed for Doctor Who together, and you’re the first person who hasn’t asked me what my sweater means.”

It was a cute sweater. On the front was a little box with a cat poking out of it, the words ‘I’m alive, Schrodinger’s Gift’ on it. “I like it. Although, his cat thought experiment has been oversimplified traditionally.”

“That’s true,” you laughed, not even hesitating at his correction of the sweater you’d chosen. “Although, it’s easier to get the concept across to middle schoolers if you oversimply it a little.”

“You’re a teacher?”

“Middle school science. At that age, it’s best to keep them entertained with plenty of experiments and demonstrations,” you explained, and Spencer wished he could hear the sound every day. It was bright, uninhibited in the way that proved you hadn’t seen the horrors that him and the rest of the team had. You were still innocent, naive to the world in only the best ways.

“We need more good teachers,” Spencer spoke then, and it must’ve been the right words to say because you positively grinned.

“You know, I think Penny was right about you.”

Oh? Spencer could feel his cheeks heat up, knowing they’d be bright red. “What did she say about me?” He wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer, but the question was already out there. Flashbacks of all the other times in his life someone had talked about him flashed through Spencer’s mind, and none of them had exactly been kind. This was Penelope Garcia though, who he was sure wasn’t capable of hating anyone. Of course she wouldn’t have a bad thing to say about him, but still he could feel the familiar anxiety bubbling up in his chest.

“That you were my type.”

“O-oh,” Spencer choked out, eyes widening at the little smirk and playful sparkle in your eyes. Her type? He didn’t think he’d ever been considered someone’s type before, and honestly he wasn’t exactly sure what that meant. “What’s your type?”

“Kind, funny, smart...super attractive in that sort of bookish way.”

Spencer wasn’t sure anyone had ever described him as ‘super attractive’ before, but he supposed he’d trust your judgement. “Really? Well, that sounds like my type too.”

“Is that so, Spencer Reid? How am I doing so far then?” you teased, sending him a little wink that sent sparks running through his body.

“You’re, ah, you’re doing great.”

“Well, in that case, I’m pretty sure we’ve been standing under some mistletoe this whole time,” you said, but just as Spencer started to look up your hand was on his chin, keeping him looking at you with wide eyes.

“Why would Penelope put a mistletoe up right here?” he asked, confusion flying through him as he noticed the amused look on your face.

“She told me she was putting them up randomly to catch unsuspecting couples,” you spoke, and it was impossible for Spencer to take his eyes off of you. “So, you could say there’s a fifty-fifty chance that there’s a mistletoe above us right now.”

And oh, he understood where you were going with this. “If we don’t look, the mistletoe is both there and not there.”

“Schrodinger’s mistletoe, of sorts.”

“I prefer to think it is there,” Spencer answered, his whole body feeling full of electricity as he watched your eyes darkened. Then your hand was moving from his chin only so your arms could circle around his neck, pulling him close enough for your lips to press to his.

There weren’t many times Spencer kissed someone simply because he wanted to. There had been Lila a couple years ago, but even then it had been during an adrenaline-filled stalking case. It was better than he ever imagined, the rest of the world slipping away for a single moment. For now, it was just you and him, kissing under the maybe-mistletoe.

The only thing that broke you apart was the cheers that started.

“Oh, I knew you two were perfect for each other!” Penelope practically squealed, causing you to pull away and look bashful at having been caught. It was only made worse when the blonde turned to Emily, a triumphant smile on her face as she said, “You owe me $10.”

“You bet on us?” you asked incredulously, while at the same time Spencer asked, “Emily, you bet against us kissing?”

“I didn’t think you’d land a kiss in the first twenty minutes of knowing someone, Reid,” she laughed, “I’m proud of you.”

“Have fun, you crazy kids,” Penelope laughed, pulling the other woman away from them.

“They bet on us,” you laughed, nervously glancing up to meet Spencer’s gaze.

“They did,” he chuckled in return, hand rubbing at the back of his neck. “It was nice, kissing you. I mean, of course it was, I don’t know wh–Do you want to go on a date? With me, sometime?”

“I’d love to,” you answered, and Spencer knew he’d lay awake that night thinking about your smile.

“You know,” he began, feeling the confidence surge through him unexpectedly, “we’re still standing under that mistletoe.”

“Maybe we are,” you teased but still you allowed his arms to wrap around you, your hands wrapping themselves in his hair.

The two of you would stand under that maybe-mistletoe all night, switching between talking about any topic you could come up with and gentle kisses.

And Spencer couldn’t help but think that maybe Penelope’s holiday party was his scene after all.

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[spacecowboyhotch]

I love you bestie!! Congrats on 1.5k, I was wondering for the blurbs could you do the Close prompt? I love the idea of lotus position with Hotch

A Rando’s Bedroom

pairing: fem!reader x college!aaron hotchner

prompt: [ CLOSE ] our muses have sex in lotus position, clinging to each other desperately.

content: 18+/nsfw/minors DNI, unprotected sex, love confessions

an: hi emily, thank you!!!! giving you some college hotch bc i absolutely adore him and you <3

word count: 308

join my celebration here! 🔥

“Aaron, I can’t believe we’re doing this in some rando’s bedroom,” You’re spread open with him deep inside you, the music from the party downstairs thrumming through the entire house.

“Apparently I’m not doing it very well if you still have the mind to care. Come here,” He effectively sits down and pulls you into his lap, all while staying inside of you. You gasp sharply at the feeling of him reaching deeper into you, filling you to the brim. “Better?”

You circle your arms around his neck, bucking your hips against him, “Mmm, yeah, better.”

One of his hands gathers your hair into a makeshift ponytail, pulling you in for deep, messy kisses. His other hand is on the curve of your ass, encouraging you to move your hips and bounce on his cock. It’s hard for him to thrust into you from the positions but when you come down you feel him rock his hips forward.

“You’re so good,” He murmurs before kissing you again, licking into your mouth with fervor.

You match him, trying to consume him as you move closer and closer to your release. Breaking the kiss to breathe, your hands find his hair, anchoring yourself to him as he stares up at mouth agape. You get lost in each other, the music and other noise from the party fading into the background. Your attention is only for him and vice versa. There’s nothing but him: the smell of him, the taste, the sight, the feel.

The words feel like they’re about to burst out of him as he continues to look into your eyes but you beat him to it, “I love you, Aaron.”

“I love you too,” His voice is firm, as unwavering as the pace you two have set.

And you no longer care about where you are, because you’re with him.

[chilling-seavey]

Even Out of View (pg10, eo31)

↳ A/N I took so much creative freedom with this request from my 1.5k celebration, straying quite far from the modern-vibes song, but once I get a WW1 idea in my head, I can't say no. (Plus shoutout to my girl @starlightiing for not only submitting this request but also helping me to broaden my writing to include different interests, such as undertones of cardiophilia iykyk lolol)

↳ Inspired By: 'Beating Heart Baby' by Head Automatica

↳ Pairings: WW1!FrenchArmy!Pierre x WW1!WarCriminal!Esteban

↳ Word Count: 1824

↳ Warnings: Active historical war setting, some minor descriptions of heart related things, military crimes and their historically accurate punishments, descriptions of execution

Pierre’s footfalls echoed through the abandoned house as he ascended the rickety staircase to the second storey. His muddy boots thudded across the creaking hardwood floors with each step, his rucksack clanking ungracefully against the walls of the narrow upstairs hallway in his rush, past lived-in rooms with their furniture and once-loved belongings coated in layers of dust and gunpowder. All he could hear was his breathing, echoing in his mind, the thudding of his heart and the rush of blood loud in his ears.

He reached the door at the end of the cramped hallway in no time, the bullet holes in the wood overlooked by him in the world that had long since numbed him to the shock of war. Thrusting it open with an unattractive creak, Pierre was met by the sight of a tiny bedroom with a lanky figure sitting on the side of a single bed that was clearly built for a small child. The juxtaposition was a cruel mirth: a reminder of where they came from and the way war ripped their childhoods out of their hands far too soon.

The commotion of Pierre’s entrance had Esteban slowly turning his head to see who entered, keeping his hands folded with his forearms resting on his knees. His face stayed stagnant, pale, even when he noticed who it was. The sight of his expression sent a chill down Pierre’s spine.

“Este-” Pierre’s dry voice caught in his throat and he cleared it quickly before rushing closer, slinging his rifle from his shoulder to let it clatter to the grimy floorboards. In one smooth motion, Pierre helped himself to the side of the small bed beside his friend, his wide blue eyes dead focused on Esteban’s stone expression.

Esteban hung his head, shutting his eyes tightly.

“Esteban, how could you?” Pierre spoke as gently as he could, resting a firm hand on his forearm. He squeezed.

“Go away.” Esteban replied firmly, although his volume was quiet.

Pierre’s concerned expression faltered for a moment, eyes jumping all over Esteban’s face before he answered, “No, why would you want me to go away? In a moment like this?”

Esteban unclasped his fingers and shoved Pierre’s hand off his arm, “I am to be shot at dawn, Pierre, I don’t particularly want to sit here with you and make small talk. I want to be alone.”

Pierre swallowed thickly at his comrade’s bluntness and he turned his body to face forward too so they were sat perfectly parallel, side by side on the little bed with blue gingham sheets. Silence rested heavily on the dust coated room and the soldiers’ shoulders. Across from them, the ripped wallpaper was tacked with a few children’s drawings – or, at least the few drawings that weren’t shot to smithereens – and many of them housed colourful scribbles of stick figure men amongst red, white, and blue. Messy juvenile printing scrawled ‘Vive la France’ and ‘Pour le drapeau! Pour la victoire!’ on the parchment above the subjects.

The nationalistic phrases written proudly by the hand of a likely now deceased French child stared tauntingly back at the two of them.

Long Live France

For the Flag! For Victory!

None of this felt like they were heading towards victory.

Pierre’s shoulders sank, glancing around the abandoned bedroom of some unnamed child. They were supposed to be fighting for the children of France, for their future, for their country, and now, with the world in peril, Esteban was now to be treated as the enemy by his own people.

Despite Esteban’s firm request to be left alone, Pierre spoke up quietly, alerting him gently as if he were a grenade about to go off, “I can’t leave you. I’m your night watch.”

Esteban looked over at him again, eyebrows furrowed, words thick with angst, “Why are you my night watch?”

“I offered…I asked the Lieutenant.” Pierre answered, “I just…I needed to see you.”

He swallowed thickly, blinking back the dampness in his eyes that came with the weight of their hellish reality. He wanted to say more to him: to say that he was worried sick about him when he didn’t return to the trenches a fortnight ago, to say that when he heard he was captured by the military police and was to be tried for desertion Pierre first felt relief, to say that after such a short lifetime together he couldn’t stomach the idea of living without him…of going back out there to the battlefields without him.

But, instead, the silence spoke enough. Esteban simply nodded once.

What else was there to say when he was to be facing his execution in less than twelve hours?

If it were anyone sent to keep an eye on him over night, he was damn glad it was Pierre.

As if that thought physically pained him, Esteban rested his elbows on his knees again and hid his face in his grimy hands. His blue uniform jacket was caked in mud until it looked almost brown and the sweat and blood of the enemy that he was drenched it flattened his midnight black hair across his forehead. Pierre didn't look much better.

Pierre just stared at him like that, wanting to ask so many questions and say so many things.

“I know you don’t want anything to do with me,” Pierre stumbled out, “but, can you let me in your arms just for tonight?”

When Esteban lifted his face from his hands, his mud-stained cheeks were streaked in tears.

He nodded.

Pierre’s heart leapt in his chest at the unexpected agreement and he hurried to shuffle off his rucksack and his utility belt to drop them to the floor before Esteban could change his mind. The tiny metal bed creaked and groaned under the two grown men as they arranged themselves in a hesitant mess of uniformed limbs.

Always the braver, bolder, more assertive of the two, Esteban cuddled up under Pierre’s arm like a weak child. Branded as a coward and a traitor to his country Esteban had just wanted a break. A break from the war, the cries of agony, the death. Here, now, in this abandoned house in the French countryside, in the country they were raised in together, they finally felt a moment of peace for the first time in a long time.

Pierre’s chest shuttered through his calming inhale as he familiarized himself with their newfound position, chest to chest with Esteban, his arms wrapped around his taller comrade. He could feel his rapid heartbeat against his own, the two of them a frantic mess of anxiety and unspoken uncertainties. In a world of darkness and fear and death, the feeling of Esteban’s heartbeat was a reminder of life, of love, of hope.

The two of them kept their eyes screwed shut as if silently willing themselves to be taken back to their childhood town on the beach where summers were joyful and the air was filled with laughter and they raced each other on their bicycles down cobblestone streets. Just like those summer days, their hearts beat firmly in steady time, rapid from exertion and the good company of familiarity.

As the sun set below the horizon to the distant sound of cannons and shells and gunfire, the two men stayed tangled together on that little blue bed. Their heartrates slowed as they held each other, finding a calming rhythm against each other beat by beat. Everything was uncertain – life was uncertain – but them always finding each other? That was always certain.

“In spite of all this, I still love all of you.” Pierre breathed into the night, trying to keep his voice from shaking with subconscious awareness of what the morning would hold, “I do…and I always will.”

Esteban’s hand tightened on the back of Pierre’s matching blue uniform jacket. His heart skipped a beat.

In the morning, they were woken by the officer in charge and two assisting men. Esteban was firmly yanked out of bed by the men of his same rank, each with a stone-like grip on his biceps as they nearly dragged him down the narrow hallway and towards the stairs. Pierre barely had a chance to grab his belongings before he was rushing after them, boots pounding down the flimsy staircase and out into the damp spring morning. It was so cold he could see his panting breath.

He wanted to call out for Esteban as the men let go of him outside of the abandoned house they had slept in that night, letting him fall clumsily to his hands and knees.

“On your feet, Private.” The commanding officer ordered, standing in front of a line of eleven soldiers all armed with their rifles.

As Esteban brought himself to his feet on trembling legs, he looked over at Pierre only a yard away. The officer followed his gaze.

With a cock of his head, the officer called out to Pierre next, “Over here, Gasly, open your rifle.”

Esteban and Pierre both looked at the officer as if he were completely out of his mind.

“Sir-” Pierre started as calmly as he could muster, trying to decline the order.

“We need a dozen men, Private, don’t make me ask again.”

If he argued, he would be put up there against the wall with him, he knew. With a curt nod to his superior, Pierre joined the lineup.

He was supplied three bullets to load into his empty rifle and he loaded it with trembling fingers before clicking his weapon back into place. His red rimmed blue eyes rose to Esteban’s figure standing in front of the stone wall of the house in which they shared their last night together. Out of everyone in that lineup, Esteban’s gaze was locked solely on Pierre.

Esteban was offered a blindfold. He declined.

On the order, the firing squad raised their rifles. Twelve rifles pointed at Esteban.

Pierre had killed a lot of men since the start of the war. He had more blood on his hands than in his body, one might argue. Killing Germans was easy. But this?

Pierre could hardly hear over the ringing in his ears, the rapid thump, thump, thump of his heart enough to drown out the officer’s pitch for Esteban’s final words.

Through the deafening noise, he barely heard Esteban’s voice cutting across the misty spring dawn, words off-set from the movement of his mouth as Pierre stared at him, “I defend France with honour and glory.”

Esteban’s dark eyes never wavered from Pierre’s baby blues, staring at him right through the rifle that was pointed directly at him. He raised his hand to set over his heart, a silent reminder of the rhythm they shared so closely the night before and all those years back home. Pierre swallowed the lump in his throat.

Finally, the commanding officer gave his order, “Fire at will, gentlemen.”

Pierre shut his eyes and pulled the trigger.

"You want nothing to do with me, I don't know what to do with you, Cause you don't know what you do to me. Baby is this love for real? Let me in your arms to feel The beating of your heart, baby."

[shemarmooresfedora]

A Bump in the Road

Summary: You and Spencer had kept your relationship a secret from the team until something changed your plans.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Content/Warnings: brief mentions of a case but other than that, just pure fluff!

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: this is the first of my 3 fics for me and @samuel-de-champagne-problems 500 follower co-celebration! the prompts for both of us today were: Accidental Pregnancy, Reader/Spencer looking for excuses to hold the other’s hand, “I need to talk to you…like right now”. To see her fic today and our upcoming prompts: click here!

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“Prentiss, Morgan, you go to the neighborhood of the victims. Y/L/N, Reid, go downtown and just look around for anything strange,” Hotch stated, “I need you all to look casual while scoping out the area so try to look like normal citizens and don’t flash your badges.”

Derek raised his shades to put them on but Gideon gently grabbed his arm to stop him, “Less official.”

Emily let out a chuckle, “Let’s go, Morgan.”

“You ready, Spence?” you grabbed the keys.

“Yes, lov- ,” he played it off as a cough, “Yes, Y/L/N.”

“That was a close one,” Spencer said as he adjusted his satchel as you walked out of the police department together.

“You’re the one who keeps almost calling me ‘love’ in the conference room in front of the whole team! And on the jet!” you added with a giggle.

“It’s not my fault!” he insisted, “My brain short-circuits whenever I look at your beautiful face.”

“You’re hard to stay mad at,” you playfully rolled your eyes.

You and Spencer had been dating for about 4 months now. You decided to keep it a secret from the team until your six month anniversary. You didn’t need the teasing at the beginning of your relationship when things were still a bit new and awkward. But now, you both had said ‘I love you’ and you were practically living at his apartment when you weren’t away on cases. It was perfect.

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You and Spencer were walking down the sidewalk downtown, looking for anyone who seemed to fit the profile.

“Hmmm we seem too official,” you smiled, grabbing his hand, “I guess we have to act like a happy couple. You know, just for the case.”

“Yep, just for the case,” Spencer squeezed your hand, leaning down to give you a kiss on the cheek.

“For the case,” he grinned.

You cupped his cheeks and pulled him back in for a much longer kiss on the lips.

“For.” you planted butterfly kisses along his jawline, “The.” another kiss, “Case.”

Spencer opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by the sound of his phone buzzing in his pocket.

“Hotch,” he said before swiping accept and putting it on speaker phone, “Hey Hotch. You’ve got me and Y/L/N.”

“Morgan and Prentiss caught the unsub trying to grab another victim off the street. They fit the profile to a tee. We’re bringing them in for questioning but we’ll take shifts. You and Y/L/N can go back to the hotel and get some rest first.”

“Alright, thanks Hotch,” Spencer hung up the phone.

“Oh I think there’s one more thing we have to do when we get back to the hotel room…for the case,” you winked, pulling him back to the SUV with your hands still interlocked.

-

You were in the bathroom stall of the sixth floor, anxiously bouncing your legs up and down.

The timer on your phone started vibrating, indicating the time was up. You stared at the stick in front of you, waiting to be flipped over.

You flipped it over quickly like ripping off a band-aid. Two lines. The second one was faint but definitely there. You were pregnant. 5 months into a relationship with Spencer.

You rolled the test up in toilet paper before placing it in your purse. You washed your hands and splashed some cold water on your face. You took a deep breath before walking back into the bullpen like you hadn’t just received life-altering news.”

You grabbed a random file from your desk as you passed by and approached Spencer’s desk. He looked up from his paperwork with a soft smile as he saw you coming.

“I need to talk to you…like right now,” you whispered, “About the Johnson case,” you spoke a little louder so no one would question what you two were whispering about.

Spencer began to stand and grab his jacket to follow you but Penelope came charging into the room, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you towards her bat cave.

“Actually, Penelope, I have to ask Spencer some questions about a case. I’ll come find you in a bit.”

Spencer nodded to back you up.

“Trust me, the news I have is wayyy more important,” Penelope continued to tug at you.

“Penelope, I really need to finish this. Just give me the highlights now,” you resisted her pull.

“I found a pregnancy test box in the bathroom and I didn’t find the stick. I’m no profiler but usually people would only keep the test with them if it’s positive,” she confessed, “Someone on this floor is pregnant!”

Your eyes widened and you mentally slapped yourself on the forehead. How could you forget to throw the box away?

You made eye contact with Spencer, shooting him a sheepish grin as if to say ‘surprise?!’

Penelope started to drag you along again but Spencer grabbed a hold of your other arm.

“Actually, Hotch really needs her to get this done, Garcia. I promise she’ll be over as soon as we finish it.”

Penelope and Spencer were engaged in an intense staring battle with you in the middle.

“Ugh, fine! I’ll just have to gossip with Morgan! Now you don’t get to know all my theories,” Penelope huffed.

“I’m sorry, Penelope. I’ll make it up to you at lunch tomorrow.

As she clicked away with her high heels on, Spencer pulled you into a supply closet.

“You’re pregnant?!” he asked.

“Um, yeah I am. I understand if this isn’t what you want though, it’s not really the timing either of us had in mind,” you spoke softly, rubbing your arm.

Spencer pulled you in for a hug, “I’m happy if you’re happy. I’ll support whatever decision you make. I can schedule you an appointment at the clinic and I’ll be right by your side the whole time. But if you do decide to have this child, have no doubt that I will be there every step of the way with you in raising them.”

“I think I’m going to keep it,” you smiled softly.

“We’re having a baby?” Spencer beamed.

“You’re gonna be a dad, Spence.”

The closet door swung open, revealing a confused Anderson.

“I don’t know why this is so emotional for you, Reid. We’re out of paper clips,” you crossed your arms as Spencer wiped his happy tears away.

Anderson grabbed some extra staples and scurried out of the closet.

“Most women tend to find out they’re pregnant from 4 to 7 weeks and we’ve been together for 15,” Spencer stated.

“Even your sperm is smart. They managed to get past my birth control so quickly,” you laughed.

-

You and Spencer decided to wait to tell the team until the end of your first trimester. After that, you couldn’t put it off any longer because you were beginning to show slightly if you wore tight shirts. Also, it was killing Spencer to have to pretend that his child was not inside your tummy all day.

You tried to schedule ultrasounds before or after work but sometimes one of you would have to take the day off in advance for ‘a family thing’ while one of you would mysteriously ‘fall ill’ the day of.

Your doctor had just given you the all clear that the baby was perfectly healthy at the end of the first trimester so you were ready to tell the team.

You wore a tight shirt with a jacket over it for the announcement. You let go of Spencer’s hand right before he entered the bullpen.

“See you on the other side,” you winked before sneaking off to the other entrance of the round table room.

You heard Spencer ask if everyone could join him in the conference room for a special announcement.

“What’s all this about, Kid?” Derek asked.

“I have been dating someone for just over 7 months now and she is amazing, beautiful, smart, kind, and I love her so so much. We found out about two months ago that she is pregnant. We actually just got back from the final ultrasound of the first trimester,” Spencer announced.

The team was speechless for about a minute.

“Congratulations,” Hotch finally spoke for everyone.

“WHO IS IT?” Penelope asked.

“She’s actually right out here. I have a feeling you’ll like her,” Spencer smiled.

You stripped off your jacket so your belly bump was on full display as you entered the room.

“Hi guys,” you waved as Spencer wrapped his arms around you from behind and planted a kiss on the top of your head.

The team erupted into gasps and cheers.

“You…and her???” Derek couldn’t seem to process this new information, “How did a group of profilers miss this?”

“Because my boyfriend is a genius,” you grinned up at him, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

“No, my girlfriend is way smarter. She scheduled all of the ultrasounds and how to get the time off,” Spencer smiled down at you.

“Okay, we’re both geniuses so the baby will be a genius too,” you concluded.

Spencer bent down to give your belly a kiss as the team ‘aww’ed.

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Ok hear me out. Spencer is dating Reader and she’s always hated that she’s been more chubby/curvy. And one night in the middle of a case she calls him crying and Spencer just gets really soft and calms her down after a bad nightmare. And his heart breaks cause his loving girlfriend hates her body. So Spencer plans this elaborate date and proposes maybe? You can decide if the team have met her or not. I’d like it to be the original team but if you wanna combine the original and new teams together that’s cool too!

no bc my body image issues have been rampant lately so this is personal as hell to me. I work out a lot and i’m fit but i’ve never been SKINNY like i have thick legs and muscular arms andnnfnfjndjnffn so this is personal.

I modified this a bit but it’s still the same premises hope you like it! ***BTW IN THIS UNIVERSE THE S3-7 CAST EXISTS FOR THE ENTIRE SHOW— SO THE LATER SEASONS HAVE MORGAN AND HOTCH.

also sorry this is a long

TW: body image issues, discussions of food & weight, insecurity, crying, kissing

WC: 1.5k

-

You know, pragmatically, that you have nothing to worry about. Spencer chose you. And for the past four years, Spencer has worshipped you every day— again and again. He is the most loving, considerate, and tender partner you could ever wish for. He is near perfection.

You’ve met Spencer's friends many times. You’re not close with either of your parents, so the team of profilers welcomed you into their arms with grace and care. Each and every one of them is beautifully amazing and exceptionally brilliant.

Spencer‘s friends are not only badass, but they’re also gorgeous. JJ, Emily, and Garcia are national treasures— so visually stunning it’s almost sickening.

You knew he used to have a crush on JJ way before he met you. You’ve also heard the tale of Lila Archer, the celebrity actress who made out with your boyfriend in a pool. Spencer’s had an eventful life, full of beautiful, sweet, magnificent women— so why does he choose you?

You view yourself as bland in comparison. What do you have to offer Spencer that he can’t find elsewhere? You don’t have toned abs, slim hips, and slender arms. You’re not striking in any way.

Spencer calls you every night when he’s away on a case. He���s never missed a call, even when he got shot in the neck and kidnapped by a murderous cult. He’s reliable and consistent, and that eases your worries a little bit.

It’s eleven pm in D.C. and your phone rings right as your getting in bed.

“Hi, my love,” Spencer says breathily, his voice slightly muffled by the phone. He’s away in Ohio for a case.

“Hey.” You reply, the sweetness in his voice soured by your mood. “How’s the case going?”

“Good. JJ and I are about to pass out in our beds— we’re so tired.”

You can’t help the way your face drops. “Oh. Well, get rest.”

Your about to hang up before he interjects. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Why?” You know better than to lie to your boyfriend, who happens to be an expert on human behavior.

“Okay, I know a lie when I hear one. (Y/N), baby, what’s wrong?” He pleads.

You can’t help the tear that rolls down your cheek. “God, I’m sorry. I just miss you so much. You always know what to do when I’m feeling like shit.”

Spencer knows how much you struggle with self and bodily acceptance. He hates the world for making you feel anything less than incredible, both inside and out.

“I miss you too, so much, (Y/N).” His voice is thick as if he’s going to start crying too. “I love you so much, so fucking much. You have no idea how beautiful and amazing you are.”

“I don’t deserve you.”

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.” He laughs through a sob that wrecks his body. “You deserve everything in this world. I promise to give you everything you’ve ever wanted. You are the love of my life.”

You wipe the tears from underneath your eyes. “Sorry for keeping you up. You must be tired.”

“Never, if it means I get to talk to you.”

“I love you, Spencer.”

“I love you too, (Y/N). More than you’ll ever know.”

-

Spencer wakes up the next day with a newfound determination. The team solves the case as fast as possible, and by the end of the night, they’ve boarded the jet back home.

Spencer has more than enough hours to think about you and how much you mean to him. Hotch is seated directly across from him, rereading the case files.

“Hotch?” The wiser man looks up from his files, raising an eyebrow.

Spencer pauses for a moment. Maybe he’d be better asking Morgan or JJ for advice, considering Hotch’s tragic circumstances regarding Haley.

But no one loves like Hotch does-- sincerely, passionately-- stronger than anything else in the world. Spencer decides there’s no one better to ask.

“How uh did you know that Haley was the one?”

Hotch’s eyes soften for a bit. He clears his throat. “I knew since the day I met her that I would love her for the rest of my life unconditionally. She makes me complete. Do you feel that (Y/N) makes you complete?”

He already knows why Spencer is asking for his advice, steering the conversation in that direction.

“Yes. She’s my world.” Spencer whispers.

“Then it’s simple, really. Love doesn’t need to be complicated and precise. It’s what you do with it that matters.”

“I want to marry her, Hotch. I want to be with her for the rest of my life.”

Hotch smiles, “Then do it.”

Spencer feels the rush of excitement as he gathers everyone on the jet, including the prior sleeping passengers, filling them in on his big plans.

“I need all of your guys’ help.”

-

There’s a firm knock on your door at four in the morning. You know it isn’t Spencer because he has a key, but who could it be?

You take a cautious look out of your peephole to find Penelope, Emily, and JJ outside.

“What are you guys doing here?” You yawn. “For god's sake, it’s four am.”

“We know, and we’re sorry.” Penelope smiles.

“Is Spencer alright?” You ask, wondering if things suddenly went wrong during the case.

But by the joyous look on their face, you know nothing somber occurred.

“Spencer’s completely fine. But, we need to you to get changed and come with us. FBI’s orders.” JJ chuckles.

You change into warmer clothes in minutes, and the BAU ladies usher you into Emily’s car as fast as possible.

“So, no ones gonna tell me what’s going on?”

They shake their heads, “We’re just... running a quick errand.”

After a few more minutes of driving, Emily parks on the side of a dimly lit street.

“I need you to put this on.” She says, holding up a blindfold.

“Are you guys gonna murder me?” You joke, slipping the fabric over your eyes with little resistance.

“Quite the opposite, actually.” You don’t have time to think about what Penelope means before you’re being yanked out of the car.

You walk, guided by JJ, for four minutes. The grass beneath you crushes below your boots, and the hushed whispers of Emily and Penelope behind you do nothing to calm your nerves.

“Okay,” JJ says, halting to a stop. “You can take off your blindfold now.”

You hesitantly slip the blindfold off, revealing a brightly lit table in the middle of a secluded field. Morgan, Hotch, and Rossi are standing off to the sides.

Suddenly, Spencer emerges from behind a tree, dusting the leaves and dirt off his adorable sweater.

“Hi?” You laugh, utterly confused by this situation. “What’s going on?”

His hands are shaking, and he has to swallow a few times before he can speak. “I-I uh got y-you apple pie— uh your favorite.”

Spencer walks you towards the table, where a small slice of warm pie sits lonely on the table.

“Y-you should um... eat it.” He urges, pointing at the knife and fork next to it.

You glance around, trying to gauge the emotions of everyone around you, but fail. Stupid profilers and their poker faces.

Your fork cuts into the heavenly smelling pie, and you scoop up a bite into your mouth.

“It’s... good? I’ll pretty much eat any pie you give me, Spencer.”

He smiles, “I know that. But t-this is a special pie.”

“Okay...”

“You should t-take a closer look— at the pie.”

You inspect the dessert, completely puzzled until a glinting piece of silver catches your eye. Spencer notices the shock in your face and catches the plate that almost falls out of your hand.

Morgan hands him a napkin, and when Spencer pulls an apple-covered ring from the slice of pie, you almost faint.

“No way.” You gasp; tears spring to your eyes as Spencer wipes the ring clean.

He holds it tightly between two fingers, bending to kneel on one knee.

“(Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), I knew from the moment I met you that you were the most special woman I’d have the pleasure of meeting. A month later, you asked me out for our first date, and I couldn’t believe that someone as gorgeous and amazing as you would settle for someone like me.” You scoff at his humility.

“I spend every moment loving every part of you, (Y/N). None of my love will ever stop— ever. I promise to share my heart with you until the very end. There is absolutely no one I would rather be bonded to for the rest of my life. You are better than my dream girl because you’re real. You’re here, and you chose to love me every day— the good, the bad, and the ugly. (Y/N), will you do me the honor and great privilege of allowing me to become your husband?” You silently sob.

“Please say yes.” Spencer smiles.

“Yes!” You exclaim, pulling him up to hug him. “How could I say anything but!”

The dam breaks, and the entire team begins to cry as you and Spencer share a passionate kiss, almost collapsing down onto the grass from the sheer force of your love. He slips the ring onto your finger; it belongs there.

“I choose you, (Y/N).” He repeats.

“I choose you, Spencer, always.” You whisper into the crook of his neck.

Nothing’s ever felt so right.

[sequinsmile-x]

Sweet Nothing - Chapter 2 - The Promise

A series of one shots mini fics of our favourite idiots in love to celebrate my birthday, along with all the other July birthdays in the fandom <3

The master list can be found here!

-x-

Hi friends!

Posting this now because I'm hoping to do an update for Stained Glass Windows this evening.

This is for @chaoticbialien and it is a bit of a belated birthday present - so I hope you enjoy this.

The prompt is: “It doesn’t matter.”  with the response “Don’t you see that there are people who care?”

For some reason, this screamed young hotchniss to me, so here we are!

-x-

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: None!

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Emily growls in frustration as she bursts into the room, letting the door slam behind her, the sound oddly satisfying as it echoes around her and the house. 

She hated that her mother could still get a rise out of her, that her time at college during her undergrad, or even more recently her first semester at Yale, hadn’t changed a thing. A small, naive part of her, that she chastised herself for even allowing to exist, had hoped that distance would do them good. That space and time when they didn’t see each other, after 18 years of it largely just being the two of them, would make them appreciate the time they had together. 

It hadn’t. And Emily wondered when she’d learn that it never would. That she’d never have the relationship she wanted with her mother.

“Emily?” 

She looks up, jumping slightly at the sound of her name, and she sighs in relief, placing her hand over her chest when her eyes meet Aaron’s. 

“Aaron,” she says, clearing her throat, “What are you doing in here?” 

“Well,” he replies, “It is my office.” 

She frowns and looks around, unsure how she ended up here when she’d been aiming for her bedroom, and she looks back at him, “Oh.” 

He smiles fondly at her, the same smile that had swept her off her feet months ago now. It had started in the summer between her undergrad and her master's. She’d come home to find her mother there, but she wasn’t around for long before she went away for several weeks on assignment, leaving Emily with the prospect of being home alone in the summer. 

Until she met Aaron.

He was part of a small team of people working on a security protocol for her mother. He was the only one who acknowledged her presence as more than the nuisance the others seemed to find her. At first, she simply enjoyed winding him up. Walking into his office to distract him and arriving home late from seeing her friends knowing that he’d wait up for her. She learnt quite quickly that she liked his company. He was funny and smart, and it didn’t hurt that he was handsome. He was kind to her, learning to understand her in a way so few people had in her life.

And that was all before they kissed for the first time. 

It had happened a few weeks after they’d met. Elizabeth was home for a weekend, flying back in for a charity gala that she insisted Emily went to as well. Emily went, well aware that it was easier not to argue, but had grown increasingly fed up as it became clear her mother’s intention was to set her up with one of her friend's sons. A seemingly never-ending parade of boring, appropriate men who she had no interest in meeting let alone dating or becoming their trophy wife. She’d escaped, hiding out in a room deep in the house, and Aaron found her. 

He always seemed to find her. 

Even now they’d playfully argue about who kissed who first, but it was the night that changed everything. At first, she’d convinced herself that it was just a summer thing. That the incredible sex and the companionship that came along with it, the hours they’d spend talking and learning about each other in her bed just as precious to her as anything that preceded them, was something that she could learn to live without. But that didn’t happen. She went back to Yale and he stayed at her mother’s on his assignment, and they carried on. She’d come back to DC and not tell her mother, staying at Aaron’s place instead, and he’d come to visit her at college. 

His placement at her family home was soon coming to an end, and the next time she came here he’d no longer be working for her mother. It meant the time that their relationship was a secret was coming to an end, a mutual agreement from months ago that she honestly didn’t see them making it to, that they’d tell Elizabeth once Aaron was back with the FBI looming over them. 

She wanted to say that she didn’t care what her mother thought about it, not when she loved Aaron as much as she did, but she knew she did. That a small part of her, her inner child that still sought out the love and validation she’d never quite received, desperately wanted her mother’s approval over this. 

Emily feels a hand on her shoulder, and she looks up at him, the height difference between them made more obvious by the fact she was just wearing a pair of socks. A pair of his socks. She sighs as he wraps his arms around her and pulls her into a hug, his embrace as relaxing as it always had been. She’d miss him when she went back to college, but took comfort in the fact that it was her last semester. That she would move back to DC as soon as she could and they’d start the life they’d talked about in hypotheticals since the summer. 

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” He asks, resting his chin on the top of her head as she sighs into his chest. She runs her hands up under his suit jacket, feeling the warmth of his skin through the thin material of his shirt. 

“It doesn’t matter,” she replies, not quite sure she believes herself as she tries to deflect. She was conscious of the fact she complained about her mother to him a lot, and she didn’t want him to grow weary of it like other partners had in the past. 

He pulls back to look at her, cupping her cheek to make her look up at him, “Don’t you see that there are people who care?”

She leans into his palm, closing her eyes at the warmth of it, of the roughness of his calloused thumb at her jawline, “You mean you?” 

Aaron nods and kisses her forehead, “Of course I mean me,” he says, leading her towards the couch kept in his office. They sit down and she ends up in his lap, her side pressed up against his chest as he holds her close, “Is it your mother?” 

She sighs and smiles sadly at him, “How did you guess?” 

He tucks some of her hair behind her ear, “Experience,” he quips, watching how her eyebrows briefly furrow together, “Em, you can always talk to me about anything,” he assures her, reaching out for her hand and linking their fingers together, “Even if I’ve heard it all before. It’s kind of part of the whole being your boyfriend thing.” 

Emily chokes out a chuckle, and she feels familiar love for him burning in her chest, “You’re sure? It’s not…boring?” 

“There are many words I could use to describe you, Emily Prentiss,” he says, hooking his finger under her chin to pull her into a kiss, “Not one of them is ‘boring.’” 

She bites her lower lip and she nods, releasing a slow breath, “She told me she will be away for my graduation at the end of the semester, so she won’t be able to make it,” she smiles sadly and shrugs, “Apparently she’s already been to two so she doesn’t need to come to a third.” 

She watches as his jaw tightens, and she knows that one of the reasons she’s looking forward to no longer working here was that he’d no longer be working for her mother. Leaving him simply as her daughter’s boyfriend. Emily’s sure he thinks that means he’d be able to go to battle for her, a thought she finds endearing rather than irritating like she’s sure she would with anyone else. It’s a conversation for another day, a promise she’ll have him keep to leave her mother to her, but for now, she simply lets him pull her closer. 

“I’ll be there.” 

Her smile widens, the certainty to his voice making her love him more than ever, “Honey, that’s sweet but you’ll have work-”

“I’ll be there. I promise,” he says firmly, kissing her again, “Nothing could keep me away.” 

She knows there are a hundred reasons why that might not end up being true, but she also knows that he means it. That he’d move heaven and earth to be there for her, and that is enough to ease the knot in her chest that had been expertly tied by her mother. 

“Ok,” she says, kissing him before she rests her head against his shoulder, “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

Months later, he makes it to her graduation. An empty seat next to him that she’d got just in case her mother changed her mind. As she looks out into the crowd, a wide smile on his face and a bunch of flowers intended for her in his hands, she realises she already has everything that she needs. 

-x-

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mimi’s 1.5K writing challenge celebration

Holy smokes I can’t believe we’re actually here! I never thought when I started this blog less than a year ago that I’d get this far this fast and it’s all thanks to wonderful people like you who have supported me through this hobby of mine!

So this time around I wanted to celebrate the talent around me, of all the wonderful authors who follow me or even just want to participate in a writing challenge! This is for you to showcase your writing and your work!

Come Participate! - Note: I will be closing my ask box while I’m in class!!!

Dates:

The masterlist will be posted on: Tuesday November 2nd

Characters/Pairings:

Works can be x reader, x oc, or the ships listed

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Emily Prentiss

Penelope Garcia

Morcia

Hotchgan

Gotch

Steve Rogers

Sam Wilson

Bobby Nash

Rules:

All entries must be SFW (14A type content max)

Word Count between 1000-10 000

Each work should have a title so I can easily label it for the masterlist

All entries should be tagged with mimis 1.5K writing challenge

All entries should tag my rec account @alexxblake so I don’t miss it!

Send me an ask with the prompt number and category you would like to write, what pairing you will be writing it for, and the url of the account you will be posting it under

Please reblog this post so that we can get as many people to participate as possible!

A follow is not required but it is much appreciated :)

Each prompt can be used by two different people

If you use more than one prompt you can either put them in the same fic or write multiple separate entries

Feel free to ask any and all questions through my ask box! It’s possible others will also be wondering the same thing

Prompts:

Fluff

1. “They’re not you,” [Aaron Hotchner x Reader @ssa-ki99 ]

2. “You cancelled plans… for me?” [ Aaron Hotchner x Reader @arsonhotchner ]

3. “I think I love you,”

4. “He/She/They have your eyes,”

5. “You’re very endearing when you’re half asleep,” [Aaron Hotchner x Reader @hotchnerz ]

6. Concept: [person a] needs to pull an all nighter so [person b] (who has done this many times) helps them stay awake

7. Concept: [person a] mentions a certain food/drink they love and the next day [person b] has bought a whole bunch of said food/drink for them [Steve Rogers x Reader @magicalxdaydream ] [Aaron Hotchner x black!Reader @/ssavanessa22]

8. Concept: [person a] gets very clingy when they’re drunk and [person b] seems to be the perfect outlet [Sam Wilson x Reader @fangirlovestuff ]

9. Concept: [person a] is usually closed off but tells [person b] they love them for the first time

10. Concept: [person a] loves to play with [person b]’s hair

Angst

1. “Do I even matter to you?” [Steve Rogers @nekoannie-chan ]

2. “Just stop talking. Stop,”

3. “I see how you look at them,”

4. “We both knew this was never going to have a happy ending,”

5. “We never got the right timing,”

6. Concept: [person a] has never noticed [person b] who has been in love with them for as long as they can remember

7. Concept: [person a] cradling [person b]’s unconscious body

8. Concept: [person a] dies and leaves [person b] with an unresolved conflict

9. Concept: [person a] and [person b] slowly fall out of love

10. Concept: [person a] breaks [person b]’s trust [Hotchgan @masterwords ]

Hurt Comfort

1. “Come here, let me see that,” [Aaron Hotchner x Reader @doctorstethoscope ]

2. “I don’t think you’re well enough to be doing that,” [Hotchgan @whump-town ]

3. “Sometimes we’re not okay, but that doesn’t mean people will love you any less,” [Aaron Hotchner x Reader @ssa-h0tchner ]

4. “I’m at the hospital,” [Hotchgan @masterwords ]

5. “Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that,” [Aaron Hotchner x Reader @ssahotchie ]

6. Concept: [person a] can’t sleep so they call [person b] [Aaron Hotchner x Reader @heliotropehotch ]

7. Concept: [person a] has been feeling down lately so [person b] thinks up of ways to cheer them up

8. Concept: [person a] is trying to hide the fact that they’re hurt but [person b] can see right through their facade [Aaron Hotchner x Reader @/ssa-h0tchner]

9. Concept: [person a] is sick and [person b] offers to take care of them

10. Concept: [person a] has a nightmare and wakes up screaming scaring [person b] [Emily Prentiss x OC @delilahjareau ]

AU/Tropes

1. Royalty!AU

2. Bakery!AU [Gotch @/hotchnerz]

3. Musician!AU

4. High School Teachers!AU [Aaron Hotchner x black!Reader @ssavanessa22 ]

5. Victorian!AU

6. Best Friends to Lovers

7. Enemies to Lovers

8. There’s Only One Bed [Derek Morgan x Reader @genevievedarcygranger ]

9. Fake Dating/Fake Marriage

10. Roommates to Lovers [ Aaron Hotchner x Reader @/arsonhotchner]

Songs

1. Slow Burn • Kacey Musgraves

2. I Will Wait • Mumford and Sons

3. I Found You • Andy Grammar

4. Cheek to Cheek • Ella Fitzgerald, Louis Armstrong

5. Love & War in Your Twenties • Jordy Searcy

6. Don’t Hold Me • Dean Lewis

7. It’s Been a Long, Long Time • Harry James

8. Strange • Celeste

9. Electric Love • BØRNS

10. Do You Wanna Do Nothing With Me? • Lawrence

Tagging some mutuals for a signal boost and to thank them for all their support!!

@sylvie-writes @roger-that-cap @arsonhotchner @ssahotchie @hotchnerz @hotchnerundercover @hotforhotchner11 @mrsh0tchner @heliotropehotch @ssa-ki99 @ssa-h0tchner @doctorstethoscope

[bi-and-bewildered]

oo congrats!!! could i get some 🍀hcs about emily and spencer friendship? like in general?

thank uuuuu

Emily and Spencer are lowkey the perfect friends

Emily has adhd and Spencer is autistic and it’s the epitome of a mutually chaotic relationship

Whenever they stumble across a mutual hyperfixation + special interest all bets are off. that conversation could last days

They have movie nights together to secretly nerd out over the weirdest movies and Sergio never fails to take up residence on Spencer’s lap (it’s mutually beneficial, Sergio get constant pets and Spencer essentially gets a weighted blanket)

Spencer has super fucking steady hands and Emily definitely uses it to her advantage and never fails to convince Spencer to paint her nails for her

They’re so tuned into each other, they manage to freak the rest of the team out by having whole conversations through eye contact and raised eyebrows.

They once dressed up as each other for Halloween and spent the whole day trying to mimic each other. It was like being in the twilight zone with Emily in slacks and a sweater vest and Spencer decked out in black jeans and combat boots.

Emily convinced Spencer to get his own cat. He gets a tabby cat and named it Gaston. Gaston and Sergio consistently have play dates.

They play the greatest pranks on Derek 24/7. One time a prank meant for Derek accidentally gets used against Hotch. Spencer can’t look at him for over a week

They are both disasters in the kitchen. anytime cooking is involved with the team, Emily and Spencer are completely blocked from going into the kitchen.

anyway I love them so much🥺