#luke alvez x child reader

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Ooo hiii what about teen!reader who refuses to cry Infront of people who randomly either just bursts into tears or someone notices that they have tears in their eyes. If possible with Luke Alvez or Matt Simmons cause I do t think there's enough content for them 😅

Luke Alvez X Teen Reader

Request: what about teen!reader who refuses to cry Infront of people who randomly either just bursts into tears or someone notices that they have tears in their eyes. If possible with Luke Alvez or Matt Simmons cause I do t think there's enough content for them

so sorry for not updating for ages its been busy getting ready to back to collage, i start next week so i wont be able to update as much as i want anymore but i will update when i can!

Third person pov...

15 year old Y/N L/N watch as detectives and forensics walk in and out the door of their crime scene ridden house, only hours before the teen was surrounded by their family hzppy and smiling, now nothing but a mask as they sit covered in blood.

The detectives have tried many times to get the teen to move, get cleaned up and checked over but have long given up they weren’t going to leave their house, the detectives knew that now.

The 15 year old sits on the sofa where he hadn’t moved since it happened tears threatening to fall but they didn’t let them they wouldn’t cry.

Flashback…

The L/N house was filled with laughter as they all sat in the living room laughing at the game show they all sat down to watch, it was the chase as usual they all worked to answer the questions right.

Even the usually quiet Y/N was yelling out answers if they knew it. Suddenly their laughter was cut short when a knock sounded on the door, for the past couple weeks the whole town has been on lock down.

There was a suspected serial killer on the loose killing happy families but only leaving one witness not just alive but traumatised. So Y/Ns dad took a gun with him as he when to open the door.

The rest of the family went back to the game show, minutes pass and Y/Ns dad still hadn’t returned. The teen stood from their seat “im going to see what dad is doing” they say making their way through the living room.

Once the teen was in the hallway they turned towards the door where their dad was, the teen eyes widened they saw a strange man dressed in black pointing a gun at their dads head.

10 minutes later Y/N and their family were tied up by the unsub who was finishing tying up Y/Ns younger brother. “its going to be okay Y/B/N” whispers the teen, the 10 year old looks at his sibling and nods.

Hours later the Unsub had killed each and everyone of Y/Ns family, only the teen was left surrounded by the bodies of their family, they refused to cry which made the unsub angry.

The man had hit and kicked Y/N trying to get a reaction out of them but the teen wouldn’t let him have the satisfaction. “this is no fun now come on cry even a little you robot!” yells the unsub smashing a nearby vase but Y/N stayed stoic they would survive.

They had too, their locked with his little brothers cold dead ones, he had too this bastard had to pay for killing their family.

As the teen continues to stare down the unsub who smirked and took out his gun and pointed it the teen head, Y/Ns eyes widened slightly and held his shaking hands tightly, the gun was still pointed at their head, the unsub pulled the safety but the shot never came.

A knock came from the door, Y/N sighs softly saved by a neighbour, the unsub tsk and puts the gun away, he glares at the door but turns to the back door and leaves Y/N alone. “ill be back for you ill make you cry” he promises Y/N hears the door shut and begin frantically trying to get loose.

Instead they begin shouting for help.

End of flashback…

Suddenly the teen was back in their house still surrounded by officers the bodies long been taken away the blood was cleaned away but the scene wasn’t disturbed. The sheriff was one the officers there he was a close friend of the L/N family.

Soon two black SUVs arrive and out comes 6 people three woman and 3 men all had sunglasses on. The sheriff walks over to them “you must be the BAU, thank you for coming im really out of my league here, this is the L/N house the most react victims” he explained, “im SSA Emily Prentiss, these are Agents Lewis, Alvez, Jareau, Rossi and Dr Reid” says Emily.

The team are then shown to the crime scene

But they were met with something completely unexpected. A teen, no more than 15 years old, sat in the living room surrounded by crime scene detectives, and although tears were notoriously difficult to stop, they refused to cry in front of anyone, instead forcing their face into a stoic mask.

Luke Alves looked at the traumatized teen, who had been a victim to the Unsub. Only their entire family had perished, but yet still the teen refused to cry. Luke did his best to stay professional, but the sight of such a brave and resilient young person in the face of such heartbreaking tragedy made Luke's heart heavy. He slowly approached the teen, sitting beside them on the sofa and introducing himself. The teen still refused to speak, yet Luke patiently waited, giving the teen time to process their emotions and build up the courage to talk. After several awkward moments, the teen finally opened up, telling Luke their heartbreaking story. The teen went on to tell Luke how the Unsub had taken away their family one by one, with the teen being the only one who managed to escape. As the teen began to become overwhelmed again, Luke simply placed a comforting hand on their shoulder and tried his best to remain as non-judgemental as possible.

It was clear to Luke that the teen had experienced enough harsh judgement and criticism in their life already, and so he simply listened and gave the teen the time and space they needed to express themselves. The conversation became a bit easier for the teen as they moved on to talk about their hobbies and dreams for the future. It was the first time Luke had seen the teen show any emotion other than sadness and grief in the wake of their family’s death. It was through Luke's gentle encouragement and compassion that the teen was finally able to begin the healing process. By the end of the conversation, the teen was even showing small signs of smiling and laughing.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot for Luke sorry for the wait. Sorry for the grammar and spelling mistakes.

Request are open!

word count: 1150

[starch1ldz]

Y/n: I'm sorry who exactly are you supposed to be?

Spider!Luke jokingly: it's classified

Y/n: You're... The blue panther.

Spider!Luke: No.

Y/n: The caped blusader?

Spider!Luke: No. I'm-

Y/n: Dark Garfield

Spider!Luke while laughing: Stop.

Y/n: Macho libre!

[spencerrreiddd]

Three, Two, One. - Chapter 1

Summary: You and Spencer have worked in the BAU together for years, since the beginning but now, he's your boss and something quite big is happening in your life & soon to be Spencer's life after needing each others help to unwind.

Pairing: UnitChief!Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader

WC: 3.3k

Warnings: Pregnancy, Angst, Cheating??

A/N: LOW & BEHOLD- here lays my first beauty. - my apologies is this is complete shit, I have not written in a while & I may have to get my special touch back. - anyways, i hope you guys like it ! 🔪🤍

Three, Two, One. Chaper 2.

three, two, one-

pregnant.

You were pregnant. You were pregnant with your bosses baby.

Spencer has not always been your boss, you actually started working for the BAU a month before he had even started working there.

He took over Emily's position once she moved up to FBI Director a few months back, at that congratulations party is when something sparked between you and Spencer- just, neither of you acted on it

You remember exactly how and when it happened too, it was the party after his promotion to Unit Chief. Goddamn promotion parties. You didn’t think you drank that much, until you woke up naked beside your new boss.

The temptation to pack a bag and hop on a flight across the world sounded so appetizing right now in your mind, too bad that it isn't realistic & you were going to have to face the facts and that was including, him.

There was never any “no speaking of this” - only us meeting up at my apartment, his apartment, our hotel rooms when we were on a case and needed to ‘unwind’ - the last time you and Spence had even slept together was 2-3 weeks ago anyway, of course when y'all needed to unwind after a case. Who could've guessed that one?

You were snatched from your thoughts when you heard your phone ringing from your bedroom- running for it, you were hoping that it wasn't Spencer.

‘Penelope Garcia 🖥️💖🍩’ 'thank the heavens' you silently think to yourself

“What’s up, Penny”

“Spencer is busy, he put me on duty to call you to find out if you plan to show your face at work today, ya know- since it is a work day and no show, no calls are frowned upon here" Your neck snaps to look at your alarm clock.

"Also, he wants to see you in his office once you get here"

7:32 A.M - have I seriously been staring at a positive pregnancy test for an entire hour?

“Fuck. See you soon. I'm leaving right now"

The short drive to work felt longer than it should have, probably because you took back roads to avoid having to see him again so soon. If you were already running late, what is a few extra minutes?

So many thoughts flying through your mind. How are you going to tell him? Oh hey, by the way, ya knocked me up so what’s the plan bud?!

“I'm doomed" You mutter to yourself getting out of your vehicle to go face reality, to go face the man of your now growing child. This has to be a nightmare.

Getting off of the elevator, the first person you saw was Alvez- boy, you were thankful that it wasn't Spencer, even though you'd be seeing him in just a few minutes.

"Looks like you saw a ghost"

"Yeah, Luke, something like that"

"You want to talk about it?"

"Not right now, I just want to forget about it- I need to see Pen" yeah, Y/N, like you'll actually be able to forget about it.

You make a beeline directly for Penelope's office, you have to tell someone about this before you actually lose your mind.

"Pen, I have news and it has to stay between you and I only"

"Your secret is safe with me, my love"

"I'm pregnant.. with Spencer's baby" you hesitated even saying the last part but wow, that felt good to get off of your chest, too bad it won't feel this easy with Spencer. Just thinking of having to tell him has you feeling like someone is choking you out.

"Oh."

"Oh? Pen, I am in a state of panic, a state of shock and you say 'Oh'- I don't know what to even begin to do here or how to even tell Reid that I am carrying his.. spawn"

"Spencer has a girlfriend or did, as far as I kn- okay, when did you find out” She cuts herself after seeing the look of horror on your face after hearing the beginning of her sentence, understandably so!

You were NOT the type of person to sleep with a taken man.

You were confident that you were about to face plant the ground right here and now in Penelope’s office. Did Spencer have a girlfriend or not? And were you about to go physically fight him for doing this to her, if so? You would be considering yourself jobless at that point.

“I found out this morning, literal minutes before you called me to get my ass here” you were in a pure state of panic and you had many good reasons as to why.

“How long has he had a girlfriend, Pen?” you continued- you were sure your skin was blistering with how hot it was at this point. Was it hot out of anger or the panic attack that was charging at you? Who knows anymore because you didn’t care enough in this single second to sit and determine that.

"I don't know, he just mentioned a date a few weeks ago then didn't mention anything again but I know he's still in communication with her and by the contact name in his phone, I don't think they are just friends" Penelope lets you in on all of this, nervously- like she isn't supposed to be saying anything at all.

"Thanks, Pen" You murmur to her her as you leave, you have to leave her office, the longer you are in there, the more it feels like the walls are literally closing in on you.

Walking into the hallway, you don't know which direction to go- You should probably go see Spencer and give him some bullshit excuse as to why you were late.

It was barely 8 A.M, maybe it was past 8 A.M now- your mind is going too fast to try and keep up with time. Regardless, it's too early in the morning to drop a pregnancy announcement on someone.

Finally, you muster up the courage to walk into the bullpen to go on the hunt for Spencer, as much as your mind and body are telling you to just bolt to your car and never look back.

"Tara, do you know where Spencer is?" You ask quietly, so that you don't disturb the others around you

"No, I saw him walk out of his office a few minutes ago but I haven't seen him go back in. If you find him before me, let me know because I need to go over some things with him"

"I'll go knock and see if he's back, thanks Tara"

You can visibly see his blinds are closed but majority of the time they are closed anyways, so that doesn't even matter to you. Walking up the flight of stairs to get to his office is exhausting, it feels like your legs weigh 1000 pounds each.

Standing in front of his office, you hear talking inside- You can very clearly hear a females voice inside talking to him but you honestly couldn't tell if she was over the phone or actually in his office by how muffled it is, it's safe to assume that it is a phone call.

"No going back now since you're already here" You mumble to yourself

Knock, knock, knock

"Come in" You hear a muffled Spencer behind the door

As your opening the door, you quickly hear him state to the woman on the phone 'I have to go, I'll see you tonight' - God, as if you haven't already wanted to run away all morning, it keeps getting worse.

"Pen said you wanted to see me?"

"Yes, please sit" He says, gesturing to the chair

"Are you okay, Y/N? - You were late this morning, we've worked together for many years now and you've never once ran late, it's not like you not to communicate" You can see on his face that he cares, he didn't bring you in here to give you a lecture over something small, especially since this is your first time ever running late.

"Y-yes, I just woke up late and then getting to my car, I realized I had a flat, so I had to ask my neighbor to use his pump to fill it" You lied straight through your pearly white teeth and you were confident that he knew it to, just by the look he was giving you

He stares at you for a moment, trying to read you for anything. You were thankful for the fact that sometimes you were an impossible person to read

"Please, just communicate next time- It's not a big deal you were late, we just didn't know what was going on until I had Garcia get a hold of you"

"I will, you have my word- Am I good to go now?" You ask while standing up, yes, the talk went better than expected but you still wanted out of this office as fast as possible.

"Yes, thank you for coming to talk to me. Oh, also before I forget to mention it, at some point today whenever we both have free time, I would like to have a conversation. If it's just at the end of the day that's fine. It just needs to happen"

All you can bring yourself to do is nod your head and walk out of the room, based on the ass end of the phone call you walked in on- You have a pretty good hunch what he will be saying to you, especially after what Garcia also let you in on

It makes your heart ache- knowing that he could have a girlfriend, knowing this thing that the two of you had will be coming to an end, by no means were you and Spencer in a committed relationship but you would be lying to yourself, if you said you hadn't gained feelings for him and actually wanted more than just a 'fuck buddy' outcome

"So, is he up in the office? I really need to see him" Tara asks while already walking up there and away from you before you can even give her an answer.

You know for a fact that you are not going to be able to focus on work at all today even if you try your hardest, your anxiety is skyrocketing through the roof waiting for this conversation with Spencer and still, wondering when and how you are going to spill the beans about carrying his growing child.

"Alright, what is your issue? Are you pregnant?" Alvez is like a brother to you, nothing has been off limits in the talking department but this just sent you for a whole loop with how bluntly he asked.

You were confident that if it were possible, your eyes would've popped right out of their sockets and into your lap.

"Alvez, I am not discussing this with you right now" you whisper yelled to him, you didn't mean to come off like a bitch at all but god only knows who could've heard him.

"Well, Y/N, If I am being entirely honest. Penelope lets some things slip from time to time" He states like it's the most obvious thing ever.

All you can seem to do is look at him like a dear in the headlights, you feel your skin getting hot and prickly, it feels like there are someones hands around your throat squeezing harder and harder by the second.

"I have to go, I need to go home, I need air" It all comes out in a panic, you get up from your desk and bolt out of the bullpen and down the stairs, you don't even care to take the elevator. You cannot be stuck in a tight spot right now, a tight spot like an elevator.

"Please, just communicate" - "I will, you have my word" the conversation in Spencer's office goes through your mind and you know that you have to communicate with him that you just left work for the day and you don't plan to come back today, atleast- you couldn't and thankfully, it was Friday.

to: Spencer 'The Genius' Reid

'I have to excuse myself for the day, I'm sorry that I am having to send you a text message about this rather than coming to your office- this is me communicating with you. I will return back to my work duties on Monday, unless of course, a case pops up over the weekend then I will be here'

'also, I know we need to have a conversation, I also have something I need to tell you- let me know when you would like this conversation to take place' -

After sending your texts to Spencer, you set your phone on DND because at this point, you don't want to deal with anything or anyone else today, emergency or not.

Driving home was an entire blur, I mean you made it home alive, so that's what matters, I guess.

Walking inside, you plop onto the couch and turn on your favorite comfort show.. Modern Family.

A few hours later, you wake up in the exact place you laid down at- you thought your couch was so comfy until now when your entire body is in pain.. well, maybe it was your horrible sleeping position.

5:13 P.M -

"sweet baby jesus on a motorbike" You mutter to yourself after looking at the clock

"what are you doing to me?" You ask while poking your non-existent baby bump, granted it was a great sleep so you weren't trying to complain- you had heard from JJ in the past that early pregnancy is exhausting and you will sleep.. ALOT.

**BACK AT THE BAU**

"I just practically asked her if it was true but maybe in a more blunt way, it wasn't meant to come out so.. blunt" Alvez explains to Penelope who apparently watched you sprint out of work.

"I specifically told you not to say anything to her about it, I didn't even mean to let it slip to you of all people, Luke. I don't even think that they were in a relationship which makes this so much more difficult for her, as I could imagine" Pen snaps back at Luke.

"It's not going past me, I'm not opening my mouth to anyone about it" Luke says while walking to the Elevator with Pen, finally the work day was over

"Yeah, you let it slip to someone or who knows, I accidentally do again and Spencer is going to find out which right now, that doesn't need to happen" Pen states while being wildly unaware of who just came up behind them

"What doesn't Spencer need to find out right now and why can't he find out right now?" He asks from directly behind Alvez and Garcia, looking between the two of them for a answer.

Luke and Penelope both seem to jump straight out of their skin, not expecting to be crept up on- in reality, it was not Spencer's plan to creep up on them, he just happened to be leaving at the exact time as them and they didn't hear him coming up in the middle of their 'supposed to be' private conversation that was happening out in the open.

"I- uh it's nothing, well, sir, it's nothing in regards to me, i'm fine- it's not my place to tell you, it wasn't my place to tell, Luke- it just slipped and I am blabbering and I just realized that I need to get home" Before Spencer or Luke could say anything to her or anything more to Spencer, she's in the elevator with the doors closing.

'Nice Penelope, real nice' Luke thinks to himself, feeling a bit annoyed and slightly scared

Turning to look behind him, he sees Spencer's eyes boring right into him like he's staring right into Luke's soul, just waiting and searching for answers.

"Is there anything that you know, Alvez?" Spencer finally breaks the silence, otherwise who knows how long the two of them would've stayed standing there in the awkward paralyzing silence.

"I just know Y/N had to leave early today because, well I don't know why but I just know she left- you're her boss too, she should've communicated with you, right?"

"Right, Luke and she did, I have been trying to text and call her since I received her messages and nothing is going through" Reid is quick to bite back, getting quite annoyed himself being left in the dark and now that he is adding the pieces together, he's assuming these secretive things that "he isn't allowed to know about currently" are about you.

"I don't have any other information, what I told you is all I know- but I do need to get home to Roxy" Luke matter-of-factly states even though Luke knows that Luke is lying, well- not about Roxy but about the first part.

"Mhm, alright. Have a good night, Luke" Spencer gave up on trying to get any information out of the turnips that don't bleed but he is confident when he says this is about you and he will get to the bottom of it.

Back at your apartment, you've finally relaxed after a nice hot shower and ordering from your favorite chinese food joint and yes, still watching your comfort show but this time from the comfort of your own bed.

You still haven't even taken your phone off of DND mode, in your mind all you thought was 'if it is important enough, you know where I live and if you don't, contact Penelope Garcia' and the most important part, you were at peace.

You weren't worried about this pregnancy, you had accepted your fate, you weren't worried about Spencer or his new situ-relationship, you weren't even worried about what had happened with Alvez or Garcia. Peace.

"jesus Spencer, what the fuck" You yell out after walking out of the room and coming face to face with him, to say that you were startled was to say the absolute least

"Well, you would've known I was coming if someone didn't have their phone on airplane mode" He bit back with a darkness in his eyes and maybe a bit of worrisome, you couldn't tell everything with how dark it was.

"I know that I gave people a key to my house for emergencies but our conversation or how I was protecting my peace on a Friday night is not an emergency and frankly, if anyone was that worried, you would've sent someone sooner" You were once again fed up and wanted to continue to be alone with your favorite person, Phil Dunphy.

"I was going to drop our conversation until this weekend or even Monday, when we see each other in person again but funny enough, I was walking out to leave for the day when I walked into Luke's and Penelope's conversation and it was about you and something that I shouldn't be finding out about right now- would you happen to know anything about that?" Spencer replied, getting more and more fed up by the second.

If Spencer didn't know any better, he would say that you looked like you just saw a ghost- he was dead on the money about the conversation and some secret rooting back to you- now to just get it out of you.

Calming down after seeing the state you were rushing into, he comes to you with a softer approach - "Y/N, I want to help you. We've known each other for years, since I started working for the BAU, please let me know. Let me know what is going on. I'm not going anywhere"

You felt like you were about to up-chuck your chinese food all over this poor man, you know you need to tell him.

'Y/N you will never know the outcome of this unless you open your mouth and spill those words to him, be brave, be bold' You think silently to yourself.

"Spencer, I'm pregnant - You are the last person I slept with. I am pregnant with your baby"

if this is horrible, sue me - i haven't written in forever and honestly, this is a little bit longer than i thought it would be - whoops!

FEEDBACK IS APPRECIATED

& yeah, yeah- i left this on a cliffhanger, if you beautiful humans actually like this, i had planned to make this a 2 parter story or who knows, if i make the next part longer then it could be 3 or more parts.

[justawritterwithideas]

the green dress effect | s.r

summary: skirts were never to your liking and didn't work for you, until penelope convinces you to try one, and wow, do they work.

warnings: absolutely nothing, enjoy spencer with an IQ of 60. this story is spencer x female reader btw.

words: 1,113.

a/n: I'm finally back with a little au/blurb I wrote during my vacation, I've had more revelations of ideas during them so I hope you like it and wait for them. By the way! Thank you so much for almost 1k likes on the little boyband!spencer blurb, you guys are absolutely crazy, thank you so much! ♡

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You were never a big fan of skirts.

Any kind of skirt.

They caused irritation between your thighs in summer, the material was itchy, when you walked they lifted up and they were always too small. In addition to the sexist comments from men for wearing them, the whistles in the street and the typical comment of "your skirt is too short, you pretend to seduce someone with it" by men who think it is not their fault, but yours for seducing them.

Under that stigma, the skirt was never an option for everyday wear.

Pants, on the other hand, were more comfortable.

They allowed you to walk around easily, they were easy to match, plus they were always on discount at the supermarket.

And they were much more comfortable to wear when you started working at BAU. In fact, they became your best friend.

You could swear on your family that no one had ever seen you in a skirt or dress. You could count on the fingers of your hand the number of times you wore anything other than your collection of different colored pants.

In winter they were long pants, straight cut, flared leg, tight, all kinds. In summer they were shorts or fisherman cut pants, or they could also be ones with a thinner fabric.

Occasion there was, occasion you had a pair of pants for it, as if it were a Taylor Swift song.

That was until Penelope convinced you to accompany her to a little clothing store, with the excuse that she was looking for some accessories for her new outfit for the arrival of spring.

In front of you was a beautiful green dress fitted to your figure, with a nice loose skirt that allowed you to move without feeling trapped.

It fit you like a glove, in the words of Penelope, your new image consultant. It gave a new touch to your aesthetics without taking away the tranquility that usually surrounded your attire.

You had looked in the mirror a thousand times before you could make up your mind - but Penelope's compliments were the fuel for your confidence and you decided to take it home.

After a long week of work, the day finally came when the only thing that needed to be done was the paperwork.

The case? An unsub in Miami who was looking to regain the attention he had as a child, after being involved in a case where his babysitter at the time was murdered. To make himself relevant again, he decided to imitate these deaths so they could talk about him again as they had done before.

Monday had arrived and you could feel the cool breeze on your legs after getting on the elevator. The dress had been the perfect fit for that cool day at Quantico, plus it lent a cheerful tone to the office filled with shades of black and gray.

The persistent murmur reached the ears of your colleagues, who were already immersed in the reports they had to send at the end of the day. Penelope was the first to see what the distraction was about and was surprised by your new look.

"Look at you! No way, you look beautiful. You look just like a little spring fairy, finally someone who can share my love of cheerful colors." Blondie's arm intertwined with yours and they walked together to the cubicles, hearing Luke's whistle.

"Who are you? Please Garcia, introduce me to your friend" joked Luke looking at Penny, who shook her head.

"In your dreams, Alvez. I saw her first." You laughed at both of their comments, separating from Penny to walk over to your cubicle.

"Nice choice of outfit, you really always have an ace up your sleeve." Rossi commented towards your direction, thanking him for the compliment.

"That was a good play, you left a player more than surprised by your hand." Tara turned in the direction of the kitchen, where Spencer stood dumbfounded looking in your direction.

He was carrying two cups of coffee, actually he was carrying his cup of coffee and your cup of tea. But his usual commute was interrupted by your arrival at the office.

He thought he had seen all the wonders of the world, but he was wrong. He hadn't yet seen you in that green dress, which he was sure was perfect to put you at the top of the wonders of the world.

His cheeks were colored a sweet pink, his pupils had dilated and his heart rate had increased, so much so that his carotid was pounding.

"Hey, Spence." You rose from your seat, approaching the man standing in the middle of the aisle until you were facing him. You brought your hands up to his, taking your cup. "Thanks for the tea, it was just what I needed."

A soft nod was his response.

His eyes scanned from head to toe over your body, feeling it wasn't enough for him to take his eyes off you to observe every detail of you and that green dress.

"What do you think of the dress? I know it's not a usual thing to occupy, but I feel it's a good choice for today's weath- Spence, hello?" your hands passed in front of his eyes, catching his attention. "Earth calling Reid, is anyone there?"

Spencer's intrusive thoughts were interrupted by your sweet voice, who was watching him in search of knowing where his precious brain was at the moment.

"Wait... You don't like me? Geez, that's too bad. I think my choice was bad, I'll see what I'll do with him-"

"You look beautiful."

Your nervous glance went to Spence's face, who was watching you breathlessly.

"Really?"

"Don't put him back, please." Your own words startled him. "I-I mean, i-it wasn't a bad choice, i-it looks spectacular on you, well! You always look spectacular, all the time, every day, that's my opinion! B-but your opinion may be different, I mean.."

A giggle came out of your mouth, stopping Spencer's rambling.

"Thanks for the compliment, maybe for next time you can join me in choosing, I've decided I want to give dresses and skirts another try!”

Spencer nodded, following your lead back to your desks to get back to work. But the last thing Spencer did was work, because his eyes were on you and your cute green dress.

"And that's how the effect of a green dress brings an IQ of 187 down to 60!"

Emily elicited laughter from everyone, but Spencer was so deep in thought from seeing that dress of yours on the floor of his apartment.

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a lot of love, alme. ❀

[deanscherrypie420]

ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝

A/N: This is my first criminal minds fic but I figured I should cause I LOVE the show... I haven't watched the new season yet cause of personal reasons but, ya know, I'll get there. <3 I hope you enjoy

Characters: Spencer Reid, Reader Y/N, JJ, Emily Prentiss, Luke Alvez,

Pairing: Reader X Spencer

Warnings: Mentions of murder, interrogation, violence, angst, fluff, suggestive dialogue, arguing, praise kink, Dom/sub, age gap, implied smut, (6 years) (NO ACTUAL SMUT.) (Let me know if I missed anything!)

Summary: After taking you into custody, the team tries to get a confession out of you for a crime they suspect you committed. The only thing you seem to want is to play. They bring in Reid as a last resort, and you can't help but like him... Even if he is a pain in the ass.

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Y/N was walking around in the mall, stopping to check out Victoria Secret. She loved the store, the fragrances, the clothes, or lack there of. Lingerie made her feel pretty, and she loved it.

After selecting a few sets that she liked, along with a set of perfume and lotion, she went to the checkout. She opened her wallet and grabbed one of her many cards, handing it to the cashier with a smile.

"Thank you for shopping with us, have a lovely day." The woman told her, and she rolled her eyes. Once she left the store she took the escalator downstairs, making her way to the parking lot. When she arrived, she noticed the swarm of cop cars.

"Ironic." She told herself, keeping her head down and making her way to her car. She opened her passenger door and set the bag down. When she turned around, she was met by two agents.

"Y/N Y/L/N, you're under arrest for suspected murder, accomplice to murder, and grand theft." The taller man spoke, and she nodded, a small smile creeping onto her lips.

"How fun." She said as she put her hands behind her back, hiding a small blade within her sleeve. The man turned her around and pressed her against the car. Before he could inform her of her rights, she maneuvered the blade from its confinement and sliced the agent's wrist.

It wasn't meant to help her escape, but simply to vex the man. He grunted and slammed her harder against her vehicle, tightening the cuffs harshly around her wrists. She gasped and bit her lip, "That hurts!" She protested, but was quickly shut up by his partner. "Karma's a bitch."

She was led to a black SUV, a large hand covering the back of her head as she got in. The drive was quiet, she spent most of her time studying the agents. One was a blonde, slim, confident woman. The other was a brown haired, taller man.

She slouched down, moving her elbow to undo her seat-belt. Once it was off, she leaned forward and grinned. "Officer, do I get to keep my stuff?" She cooed in the man's ear. He looked back at her in the rear-view mirror and tsked in disapproval. "You got out of your seatbelt."

"Sit back, head against the headrest." The woman ordered. Y/N pouted her lip, falling back into her seat. "It's not like I have my hands. I can't hurt you." She complained, but she was ignored.

Ugh, so rude, she thought.

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Now, she was sitting alone in an interrogation room. She tilted back in her chair, her handcuffs binding her to the table. "I'm bored! Come on guys, where are you?" She shouted at the mirror, a sick smile on her face. "Play with me!"

She had already spoken to quite a few agents. She had fun with all of them, watching them get mad. Oh, how she loved it. Her smile only grew as a new woman came in.

"Oh goody! I love meeting new people." She feigned innocence, her tone high pitch and bubbly. "I'm Agent Prentiss. I'm assuming you know why you're here?" Her tone was gentle, like a parent soothing a child.

"Is this your new tactic? Baby me and hope I confess?" Y/N giggled, soaking up Emily's irritated look. "Y'know, you have a really bad poker face. You're pissed!" She broke out in a fit of laughter, swinging back in her chair and tilting her head back.

Emily abruptly left the room, taken aback by the young woman's demeanor. When she closed the door, she turned to her group. "Do you guys see this? We played all of our cards here. She's not gonna talk until we get something we can use."

Jennifer shook her head, rubbing her temples with her fingers. "We literally brought Daniel up, and she didn't flinch. How does that not affect her?" She sounded exasperated, so ready to be done with this case.

Suddenly, Spencer barged into the room. He seemed to be in a hurry, a file in his hand. "Let me. I think I can get something out of her." He asked quickly. Emily just nodded and motioned towards the door.

Y/N raised her eyebrows when he came in, kicking the chair in front of her out from beneath the table. "You're the guy from the car." She acknowledged, and he nodded.

"You're being held for suspected murder and theft. How do you feel about that?" He asked, and she thought for a moment. "Hmmm... I think it's awesome. What about you?" She teased, and he gave her a stern look.

She didn't know why, but she felt her stomach turn. She leaned back in her chair and scoffed. "You're no fun. Why are you here?" He shook his head and opened her file, not bothering to answer her.

"Hey, I asked you a question." She hissed, annoyance creeping in. "Answer me!" She whined, and he slammed his hand down on the table. "Shut up. Speak when I ask you to."

She felt her cheeks warm, embarrassment evident on her face. She bit down on her lip and kicked his legs beneath the table. "You're a douche." She muttered and he ignored her again, setting the file down and flipping it for her to see.

"Your accomplice is Daniel Turner, correct?" He questioned and she rolled her eyes, her turn to blow him off. He didn't let it slide though, standing and grabbing her face. "Correct?" He repeated, and she swallowed hard.

"Correct." Her voice was quiet now, polar opposite to what it was before. He smiled and sat back down. "Good girl." He praised. She froze, eyes locked on him. She felt a warm feeling pool in her core, overwhelming her. He, on the other hand, continued skimming through her file. He knew what he was doing.

The profile read dysfunctional family, so he knew she had some sort of parental issues. They had tried both approaches, Luke playing the role of the proud dad and Emily as the proud mother. It didn't work for either of them, so they abandoned the idea.

He didn't know why it wasn't obvious before, but an older man wasn't enough. Reid was thirty-two and she was twenty-six, but she wanted dominance. Luke had taken the soft approach and it didn't work, so Spencer decided to try it the other way around. So far, he was successful.

She bit her lip as she watched him, squirming slightly in her seat. She was hot and bothered, and tried to hide it. She knew it would be used as a leverage. What she didn't know, was that it already was.

"Stop moving." He ordered her, and she scoffed. "I'm sorry, these cuffs aren't exactly comfortable." She spat at him and he looked up at her. Quickly, he got up and pulled out the key. He removed her handcuffs and set them on the table. She was about to say something smug, but he was quicker.

"Lose the attitude." He paused then glanced down at her, "Also, you're cuffs have nothing to do with your legs. Don't lie to me again." That seemed to shut her up, her cheeks burning with red as she nodded. After a few minutes he set the file back down, flipping to a specific page. "You murdered this man, correct?" She looked down at the picture, her face subconsciously contorting in disgust. She quickly fixed her face, plastering a smile onto it. "I don't know, did I?" She teased and he glared at her.

It was a warning. A warning for her to change her tone or she'd be a bad girl. "Yes, sir." She mumbled and he raised a brow. Spencer shook his head and stood up to leave. "W-wait, where are you going?" She asked, the eagerness in her voice betraying her.

"I don't like liars, Y/N. Do you want to try that again?" He scolded, and she moved back in her chair. She knew she was supposed to be taking the blame for this, she was the cover-up, but she knew she wanted him more.

"I, uh, I do." Her eyes were glued to her feet, and he smiled. "Look at me when you speak." He told her, and she hesitated, but held eye contact as he sat down. "I didn't... I didn't do that." She motioned to the picture, not wanting to look at it again.

"But you know who did. Can you tell me?" His tone was different now. It was still stern, but it had a softer edge. He was coaxing the answering out of her, rewarding her good behavior by being gentle.

"No.." She shook her head slowly, now staring at the wall behind him. He raised a brow and frowned. "Why is that?" He prodded, and her teeth sunk into her lip.

She cleared her throat and tried to upkeep her tough demeanor. "I don't know anything. You don't have anything to charge me with so I want to leave." She held eye contact with him, and he gave a pity grin.

He raised his wrist and pulled down his sleeve, revealing the deep, crimson slice she had inflicted earlier. "Assaulting law enforcement is a charge, and if you don't cooperate I'll be sure to press that." He warned and she crossed her arms, leaning back in her chair.

Her cheeks were pink and she looked nervous, with more than just her current situation. "Talk to me." He said as he stood up and moved in front of her, kneeling down.

She choked on her words, tears beginning to well in her eyes. "I didn't know... I mean, I know now but I didn't know this is what he made me cover for. This c-could ruin my life." Her voice was barely a whisper, tears falling into her lap.

He reached up and wiped her cheek with his thumb, then carefully taking her hands from her lap and squeezing them. "We know Daniel did the digital work, who committed the murder." He questioned further and she broke.

She started crying, the most vulnerable they've seen her. She confessed everything she knew, Spencer occasionally having to calm her down so she could breathe.

After she spilled her guts, they had a name. Anthony Velasquez, 30 year old male. Spencer quickly got up, picking the file up to leave the room. She knew he would leave. but she felt used. She didn't know why.

Reid paused at the door and turned to her. "For your cooperation, you are free to go. You might have to stick around for a bit to answer more questions, though." She nodded and wiped her eyes, letting out a shaky breath.

He walked back over to her and helped her stand up before wrapping her in a tight hug. "You did great," He rubbed her back and cradled her head in his free hand.

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A few days had gone by since the incident. Y/N was home alone, laying in her bed and processing the last few days. Suddenly, her phone rang and she jumped.

She fumbled it in her hands for a moment before she pressed accept. "Hello?" She croaked, her throat dry. "Hey, it's Spencer. I was wondering if you wanted to go to dinner with me?" He asked casually. On the other end, he was at his desk, fidgeting with a pen.

"Oh. I mean, sure, yes. Yes, of course. Not of course, but yes, I would like that." She rambled for a moment, her cheeks warm. She was flustered and a bit nervous. She had assumed she was just another case, but maybe not...

"Okay great, I'll pick you up at eight. Text me the address. Bye." She didn't have to see him to hear his smile, which only made hers grow. "Okay, bye." She checked her home screen, realizing she only had two hours to get ready.

She had showered in record time, carefully selecting an outfit afterwards. She couldn't decide between two dresses. Both were red, and both ended at her mid-thigh. The only difference was the texture. One was silk, and one was covered in lace designs.

She walked to her mirror and pressed them to her body. She ended up deciding the lace dress, sliding it on and returning to the closet. She selected a matching pair of red heels and put them on, twirling in front of the mirror in triumph.

She then sat down at her vanity and brushed her hair out, painting her nails and doing her makeup. She hadn't been on a date in awhile, so she was a little nervous.

She felt pathetic, staring at her phone and waiting for him to arrive. Once it neared 8:15, she wondered if it was a joke, if he even liked her. She sat up on her bed and thought for a moment, her insecurities bombarding her mind.

All of her worries seemed to fade when she heard a knock at her door. She quickly made her way across the apartment, opening her door carefully. She was greeted by Spencer, he was wearing a nice suit and dress shoes.

She smiled and opened the door fully. "Hi, sorry. I forgot my bag, give me a second." She said as she turned away from the door, leaving it ajar. He stepped inside and looked around, finding her choice of decor adorable. He thought she was adorable.

She came back from her room, and he looked her up and down. She looked magnificent. "Sorry, I didn't know if it was a nice restaurant or not.. I feel like an idiot, I haven't been on a date in who knows how long. Sorry, I'm rambling, I get really nervous. I mean, I am really nervous. Not because you make me nervous, but I mean you do, but-" He cut her off, striding forward and cupping her face.

He kissed her. She froze for a second but quickly leaned into it. They stumbled back onto a wall and he caged her in, devouring her lips. She tasted heavenly, and he never wanted to let go.

She however, needed to breathe and gently pulled back. She giggled when she saw him, her red lipstick smudged all over his mouth. "What?" He questioned, and she reached up and swiped his lips. "You have my lipstick all over your face." They both laughed and he bit his lip, moving his hand to her mouth. His thumb pulled down her bottom lip and he smiled.

"Pretty girl." He whispered before leaning back down and connecting their lips again. He tapped her hip with his finger, letting her know he was about to pick her up, and he did.

She gasped and looked down at him, her hair falling down her shoulders. "What about dinner?" She breathed out, a smile spread across her face. He leaned up and kissed her, "I have a better idea." He murmured against her lips, his hands travelling up her back, pushing her dress up. He carried her to her bedroom, kissing up her neck. She gasped and ran her fingers through his hair, tugging at the strands.

He groaned and tossed her onto the bed, a loud yelp escaping Y/N, followed by a giggle. Spencer looked down at her and bit his lip, "You're so beautiful." He praised, climbing on top of her and claiming her lips again.

My pretty girl

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A/N: I didn't proofread yet, I just kinda rushed it. I COULDN'T HELP IT I WANTED SPENCER REID!! I hope you enjoyed, thank you for reading!

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[rebelliousstories]

Sins of the Father

Relationship: Luke Alvez x Reader

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Request: No

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Fluff

Word Count: 4,992

Main Masterlist: Here

Criminal Minds Masterlist: Here

Summary: When the victim of a crime shows up to a hospital, she only has one name on her lips as she dazes in and out; Luke.

John F. Kennedy said, “Children are the world’s most valuable resource and its best hope for the future.”

Racing inside of a hospital in the blistering cold, there were medics and emergency room staff working desperately on a woman in a stretcher. A small boy who was crying out for his mom from the back of the ambulance. An oxygen mask covered her mouth but she kept trying to speak.

“Get the OR prepped now!” A nurse yelled, running alongside the gurney.

“Luke. Luke!” The woman pulled her mask off and fought with her nurse that was trying to put it back on. People moved out of their way as they ran down the hallways. As they were doing that, a small boy was being led by an EMT to the waiting area to wait with him. A woman in a suit, and a man in a polo showed up to the nurses station and showed their credentials before being pointed over at the waiting room.

“Buddy, I know that you’re scared, but I’m gonna wait right here till the police can show up and help you. Do you want a water?” The EMT tried to get the boy to open up, but he just curled in on himself.

“Excuse me,” the woman gained the attention of the older man, “we’re agents Prentiss and Alvez. May we speak with you for a moment?”

The man went to nod, but his eyes drifted back to the small child next to him. Luke stepped forward and crouched down in front of the small boy. The boy hesitantly looked towards the older man, and looked at him with recognition that the agent did not understand.

“Hey there. I’m Luke. Do you mind if I wait here with you?” He asked softly, waiting for the boy to acknowledge him. But the boy said nothing. The medic was ushered away by Emily, but Luke still sat on the floor in front of the boy to not crowd him in.

“You’re the one who treated the woman that was just admitted?” Emily asked, already going into business mode.

“Yeah. She was in rough shape when we found her and her son. I’ve seen so many things in my years, but if I never saw one of these guys victims again it would be too soon.” He shook his head as he dropped his eyes.

“Can you tell us where you found her? We know there was a 9-1-1 call that led you to an abandoned factory. Was there anything unusual about it?” She pressed. Her feyes flickered over to where her friend was still sitting near the boy.

“Um, she was bound with tape and rope. Her kid was holed up in a closet down the hall.” The man responded.

“This is very important, did you remove anything from her hands? Stamps, coins, even bugs that have been preserved?” Prentiss got her phone ready to make a call with whatever the EMT said.

“Cards. We gave the police a queen of hearts, jack of diamonds, and a uh… oh what was it,” he was thinking hard about what the other card was. “Oh, a king of clubs as well.”

“Thank you. You’ve been a big help.” She let the medic go and turned to where Luke was still trying to get through to the woman’s son.

“Ready and willing for you, my fair lady.” The cheery voice of one Miss Penelope Garcia chimed through the phone.

“Hey girl. Listen, the collector left a set of cards this time. I’m gonna have the Virginia P.D. send them over. But he only left three this time. He didn’t complete the set.” The older agent continued to stare in confusion at the duo in front of her while the clacking of keys filled the other line.

“Why wouldn’t he have completed the set? That’s like his whole thing.” Penelope was also staring confused now.

“I don’t know, but we do know that the three previous victims all had something that they hid and never claimed. Look into our Jane Doe and see if anyone matching her description has gone missing that has a child.” Emily instructed, noticing the smile passing over Luke’s face as the child looked at him again. He still had not said a word but he was responding.

“Oh she has a child? That is awful. Why do bad guys do bad things? Okay, I will see if anyone has gone missing in a tri-state region matching her description that has a child. Farewell fair g-woman!” And the line clicked off. Prentiss smiled but kept her distance from the to men in front of her and just watched them.

“Can you tell me your name bud? If I know your name, I could find out how to better help your mom.” Luke gently pried, finally moving to the chair next to the boy.

“Liam. My mom has a picture of you.” The boy admitted, turning his body fully to the man to his left.

“Okay Liam, what do you mean your mom has a picture of me? Like from the T.V. or computer?” He pried again, confusion forming deep in his face.

“No. In her necklace and in the frame in her drawer. She thinks that I don’t know, but I do.” Liam looked down at his feet as he kicked lightly.

“You’re very smart Liam. Do you know where she got those pictures?” Now, Luke was going away from the main objective.

“She’s had them forever,” he shrugged, “she doesn’t like talking about it with me. Mom just cries late at night. I think that’s why the man gave me this.”

“Gave you what, Liam?” He did not know how that little brain was able to comprehend and process everything that was happening; Luke’s brain was having a difficult time by himself.

“This.” Liam pulled down his shirt and showed something stapled to the inside. Luke helped him flip the edge over to reveal a card. Whipping a glove out of his pocket, Luke was grabbing the card, careful not to cause harm to the child. The name “Luke” stared back at him, which just added more confusion to his mind. The agent looked back to Emily who was calling to get an evidence kit to collect the card. Once the card was collected and sent off to the BAU, Luke continued to sit with Liam as he did not want to leave the boys side.

At the headquarters, Reid stared at the three cards that he currently had and thanked the agent that delivered him the fourth. There was a reason the unsub did not pair all for cards together like he should have. He was known as The Collector; he should have put them all together out of compulsion.

He placed all four cards on a board and just stared at them. This unsub paired the stamps together with years consecutively apart. Coins were in the same pattern, just with earlier years. And the bugs were the oldest but the dates on the back of the frames were earlier, but all together.

“Garcia got a name on our Jane Doe- what are you doing?” JJ asked, walking in to the round table room where Reid was staring at the pictures of items that were found at the scenes of the crime. He did not give her an answer but instead turned to his friend instead.

“I know why he’s choosing what he’s choosing to display. Who’s the latest?” Spencer jumped from thought to thought with surprising speed. Jennifer told him her name, and placed her photo where it needed to go on the board.

“Great. We need to get the team together.” He left to go track down his fellow teammates while JJ just stood there, trying to see what he saw in the pictures. In just a moment, JJ and Spencer stood with Rossi, Lewis, Simmons and Garcia while Alvez and Prentiss were on a conference call.

“I didn’t see it until the card came in, but please indulge me for a moment.” Spencer began, gaining the attention of those around him.

“So, when we’re young, what’s something that we can easily get to collect? Especially young boys?”

“Bugs.” Lewis offered.

“Exactly,” his hands were running wild as he spoke, “then when we’re old enough to make or get money, you usually collect by date. When you’re old enough to write, you might send letters and if you have the collecting tendency, you collect stamps. Finally, when you’re old enough to start playing cards, you might collect cards based off their patterns and designs.” After his explanation, Spencer was looking around and just hoping he had not lost them.

“So he’s telling the story of his life through the collectibles he leaves.” Rossi pointed out, feeling like there was more to be discovered.

“Exactly, but this is where it get’s interesting.” Reid pulled down the cards and laid them on the desk.

“On the front, all four of these cards look similar, however,” the cards were flipped, “on the back, only the two hearts match. The two kings don’t match each other or the hearts. They have completely different appearances.”

The team stood around as they thought about the explanation. It was not until a nurse came by that Luke’s attention was drawn away. He let Emily know that he was going to her, and left the team.

“She’s resting right now. There was some extensive damage but she should make a full recovery. You can go see her now.” The nurse led the way down the hall to where the woman lay in her hospital bed. Alvez thanked the nurse, and she went on her way. He looked in through the glass at the beaten woman inside and felt his throat close. Her voice still ran through his head everyday, even after all this time.

Luke walked inside the room, and let out a shaky breath at he watched her just lying there. She was staring off into nothingness and barely registered that there was another person in the room. With a clearing of his through, the agent brought her attention to him.

“Luke.” She whimpered, tears welling up at the mere sight of him.

“Hey reina.” He whispered, coming over to the side of the bed. She said nothing for a minute, before she finally burst out crying. The pain in her face flared up, yet she could not help but cry.

“I’m sorry, Luke. I’m so sorry.” Her words caused the man to hold her hand delicately as she continued to cry.

“You have nothing to be sorry about, sweetie. You did nothing to deserve this treatment.” Alvez tried to reassure her but she just kept shaking her head and crying.

“It is all my fault. I did this. This is my fault, Luke. I set him off.” Her breathing was starting to pick up and Luke knew he needed to act fast. He had enough of his friends from the army that developed panic attacks after what they saw to know when one was starting.

“You gotta calm down, reina. Breathe, you gotta breathe. Follow me. In and out. There you go. Try it again. Good job. Let’s try it again.” Luke led her through several exercises to help stave off the attack, and was glad to see her heart beat finally calming back down. Once she was able to catch her breath, the woman looked around, and was about to be sent into another tizzy.

“My son. Where’s my son? Where’s Liam?” Even though she tried to get up, the agent did not let her.

“Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay. Lay back down. Liam is with my coworker, Emily. They’re just outside in the waiting room.” He reassured her once more. She nodded as she settled back into her bed with Luke at her side.

“So, where are you working now,” came her ask. Her voice was small and weak than he had ever known.

“The Behavioral Analysis Unit at Quantico.” He answered, sitting down in the chair beside her bed.

“BAU, huh? Would have never thought you would go from the FTF to a desk job.” She teased, causing them both to chuckle.

“Hey, don’t wanna hear nothing. Little miss work from home author.” Alvez sent right back, making them chuckle again. But once they died down, the man turned solemn. “I’ve gotta ask some tough questions that I’d much rather not have Liam present for, if that’s okay?”

She nodded and let her self get comfortable in her bed first. Luke readjusted in his seat as well before he began.

“Do you know the man who did this to you?” He asked, watching the woman closely for any sign of discomfort.

“Yeah. My ex-boyfriend, Santiago.” Her eyes shifted away as she answered.

“Wait, Santi did this? I thought he was still in New York.” Luke could not catch a break on the confusion.

“He followed me here. When I broke up with you, Luke, I didn’t want to. But he said he would kill you and my parents if I didn’t. I couldn’t take that chance. He knows where all of you live.” She pleaded, looking back with tears in her eyes.

“It’s fine. You were only doing what you thought was right. Even though, I would have had someone investigate his threats for you. But sweetheart, that was five years ago. What have you been doing all this time? And why would he do this now?” Luke pressed, holding her hand in his own.

“I was taking care of my son. But I was tired of being controlled. I found out that your number hadn’t changed. I guess he found out cause one minute I’m packing Liam’s bag, and the next I’m tied down to a table in an abandoned building.” Her words tumbled out of her mouth uncontrollably.

“When we found Liam in the waiting room, he had a card stapled to his shirt. Now, that’s just his signature, right. Leaving something on his victims that is a collectible. But the cards weren’t collectible. They were all different except for the queen and jack. Two different kings that did not match. Does that have anything to do with Liam?” Luke noticed how she chewed her lip between her teeth and picked at her nails unconsciously. That was always her tell that she was hiding something. Now just what that something was the question. He called her name, and she looked him in the eyes. The woman was wishing that she had not done that.

“Who is Liam’s father?”

A knock at the window caused the pair to pull away and look to the source of the noise. Emily had arrived with Liam, who ran to his mother. Luke helped the young boy up, and followed the agent out of the room to discuss.

“This woman had the most rage shown to her, but not the son. Whoever this guy is, he is getting closer to his end game. But I can’t help feeling like we’re missing something.” Prentiss lamented, noticing how distant Luke was after her little speech.

“What is it?” She pried.

“I know who this guy is. We need protection detail stationed at her door until we catch him. He’ll come back and finish off the job.”

The two agents raced back to Quantico while on the phone with the team to fill them in. Inside the SUV, the air was so thick with tension you could cut it with a knife. Prentiss was not sure what was going on with Luke since they left the hospital, but he was silently staring out of the window. The man was lost in his thoughts as he thought about everything that had happened in the last decade.

When they made their way up the elevator to the sixth floor, Luke was silent through all of that. His next words would not come until he had barged his way into Garcia’s lair. The technical analyst let out a shriek as she was startled by the loud noise.

“Oh hello to you too. What can I do for you mister with the very scary look on his face that tells me something bad is about to happen?” Her voice trailed off as Alvez came to rest his hand on the bak of her chair and look over her shoulder to gaze at the screen.

“Garcia, pull up anything and everything you can on a Santiago Domingo from the Bronx. We went to the same high school. Send it over to the main screen.” Luke left as soon and as fast as he had entered which left the woman to scramble to get his information. Making his way into the round table room, Emily met him in there with determination.

“I got your text. What’s going on that you don’t want to fill the team in about yet? Is this about the latest victim in the hospital?” She wasted no time, and got right down to business.

“Yes,” he admitted with a deep sigh. “I wanted to tell you first before bringing the team up to speed.”

“Floor is yours.” She prompted.

Down in the bull pen, the rest of the agents watched through the blinds as the unit chief spoke with her agent. They were all trying to figure out who this guy was, but was not able to. However, no one missed the DMV photo that was pulled up on the big screen.

“What do you think they’re talking about in there?” Lewis pondered, sipping her coffee. She had lost track as to what number cup she was on for the day.

“Whatever it is, it doesn’t look good.” JJ replied, popping a chip in her mouth as she was finally able to take a break to eat. A noise prompted the rest of the team to turn their heads to the resident genius who was still focusing on the cards that were collected from the scene.

“Your IQ is whining so much I want to give it some cheese. What do you have, Reid?” Rossi teased, prompting a few chuckles.

“The cards. The other mismatched king, the king of spades, that’s the one that had Luke’s name on it but why?” Spencer held a confused look on his face as he tried to piece the puzzle together.

“Maybe the unsub knows Luke and wanted to taunt him. Wouldn’t be the first time that’s happened.” Simmons pointed out, but Reid only shook his head.

“It’s got to be more than that. The queen and jack are from the same suit, and the same deck. But only the kings are different in suit and deck, and they don’t match any other card that was recovered.” He continued his explanation.

“What’s your point?” Rossi asked.

“I’m not sure.” Reid concluded.

“Guys,” Emily stepped out and called their attention, “you’re gonna want to get in here.”

The team shuffled into the room, and all stood around the table while Luke was right in front of the screen. His face was solemn and defeated; a look that did not suit Luke Alvez very well.

“The man we’re looking for was my best friend in high school, Santiago Domingo. We called him Santi. He was a bit of an odd guy, but harmless for the most part. Came from a broken home and was a typical kleptomaniac. Anything he could get his hands on, he took.” Luke took a break and casted his eyes to the table. Having to dig up old memories was hard for him.

“Halfway through senior year there was a girl who transferred to our school. She had all the same classes as me so I got assigned one morning to help her around. I really liked this girl, I mean she was the total package. Smart, pretty, great sense of humor, wanted to help people, already had a job and another more permanent one set up after high school. Well, as time went on and she would hang around me and Santi, I ended up falling for her. I didn’t realize that Santi was in the same boat I was in.’

‘Prom came around and as much as I wanted to ask this girl out, Santi was asking me for advice on how to do it himself. So I helped him. He was the happiest I had ever seen him when she said yes. They made a really lovely couple. After high school, they stayed together. And I saw less and less of her, and anytime I did see her, she was always within arm length of Santi. Then the bruises came.”

Pictures flashed on the screen, and the whole team had to hold their breath. The woman’s face was covered with scrapes and marks. Her arms, chest, legs, hands, and feet were all in the same horrid condition. Garcia averted her eyes as they continued, but everyone else kept watching the slides.

“She reached out to me about twelve years ago, wanting to get out of the relationship but felt like she couldn’t. I got her to go to the police, testify against him in court, and got Santi put away for ten years. Two years later, we started dating once she felt like she could and we were happy. I planned on proposing to her, but before I could, she broke up with me. Left all of her stuff in our apartment, and was gone in the middle of the night. According to prison records, Santi only served four of his ten. Got out on good behavior. According to her, she had to break things off with me, otherwise he would have killed her parents, then me.” Luke concluded. The room was so silent, you could hear everyone’s breathing. No one said anything for a while. They just stood there and stayed silent.

“So how can we help find Santiago?” Emily asked, which pulled everyone else from their stupors.

“Garcia, where was he staying in town? If he’s doing all these murders, he’s got to be staying somewhere isolated that he can plan and execute everything.” Matt directed.

“Right, um. So Domingo’s last known address was…” her face dropped once the search result came back, “an apartment downtown. He’s been living on the same floor as Luke for the past six years.”

“No matter how stupid this guy may be, he’s not stupid enough to keep her, with a child on the same floor as Luke. He’s got to have another spot that he was holding them.” JJ countered, but it all slipped away for Alvez. Six years Santiago had known where he was and knew the routine.

“Look for anything registered in her name. That’s going to be where they’ve been living since leaving Luke.” As soon as Spencer said the magic words, Garcia had her fingers racing across her keys. Another ding.

“Okay so I’ve got an address, also downtown, but about five miles from the apartment. It’s a house registered in her name. They’ve been there for five years.” Penelope looked up at Luke, but he was just staring that table into the ground. If looks could kill, that table would be taking a world of abuse.

“So we go to his house. He was interrupted with her. He’ll wanna regroup before going with his next strike.” Luke made the move to leave the room to get ready but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.

“Look, Luke. You are far too close to this case. Let us handle it. We need him alive, and with your relationship to the victim, you’ll be a liability.” Rossi gently spoke, as if hushing a cornered animal. The agent turned around and leveled his unit chief with a look. A look that said, “you signing off on this right now?”

“Go stay at the hospital with her until we catch Santiago. You’ll be better suited for that than this.” Emily did not miss the look of indignation that came across Alvez’ face. Even less so when it was paired with the stomping of boots as he stormed away.

Luke obeyed the order though. He drove silently to the hospital, wishing that he was out in the field taking down this guy. Once he was parked and the vehicle was shut off, he hit the steering wheel a couple times to let out his anger at the situation. Scrubbing his hands over his face, Alvez left the vehicle and made his way into the hospital. His team was out there taking down his childhood best friend without him. If anyone should be able to make that arrest, it should be Luke.

He kept thinking about this all the way to her room. And then his mind drifted to her son, Liam. The kid was just five years old and had almost lost his mom thanks to that man. Arriving at her room, Alvez noticed that the blinds were drawn and immediately had a bad feeling in his gut. Placing a hand on his firearm, he went into the room as quietly as possible.

“Thought I wouldn’t notice yo slipping right back into Mr. Perfect’s arms, huh?” It was Santiago. He had found her. Luke should not have been too shocked; Santiago needed to complete the collection.

“Please, don’t hurt us more than you have. Okay? Liam loves you. Don’t do this in front of him.” She was trying to shield her son, but with her condition and being in a hospital bed, that was very difficult.

“Don’t lie to me. I know he isn’t mine.” Santiago growled, waving around a knife.

“Santiago, put it down.” The man in question turned around, but his face relaxed to be almost jovial upon seeing the agent in the room.

“Well, look who we have here. Luke Alvez. Big bad FBI agent who doesn’t give a rat’s ass about where he comes from.” Domingo moved closer to the mother and son in the bed while moving his knife closer and closer. This prompted Luke to draw his gun, and kept it trained on the man in front of him.

“Santi, I don’t want to hurt you but I will. Let them go and drop the knife.” He pleaded, shifting his eyes to her in reassurance.

“Has she even told you,” came the question. When no response was given from anyone, Santiago burst out laughing in his spot. “Oh, she hasn’t. This is too perfect. You’re so clueless man.”

“Santi, please.” She begged, but cowered when the knife came closer to her and her son.

“No! Don’t you think he has the right to know? I mean, you wouldn’t be so heartless as to keep that from him would you?” He was teasing her, and still waving a knife around her son.

“Go on, tell him. You’ll feel better.” Santiago kept repeating the prompt over and over again, but she refused. Instead, she held her son close and waited for the nightmare to be over.

“Tell him!” He shouted, yanking Liam from his mom’s grasp. Both people cried out and tried to get to the other, but Santiago had other plans. With a knife held menacingly over the boys stomach, he prompted the woman again. This time much gentler. “Tell Luke.”

She looked at her son, who had tears coming down his face. He looked just as confused as the agent that she laid her eyes on next. Her vision was obscured by the tears that were pouring down her face as she tried to figure a way to get her son back.

“Luke, when I left to go to Santi, I was pregnant. I told him for years that Liam was his, but when he started growing proper hair, I couldn’t lie anymore. Liam is your son, Luke. I’m so sorry I hid that from you.” Her wails were overshadowed by Santiago’s whoops in delight.

“Doesn’t that feel so much better. How about you Luke? Feel any better knowing the truth?” Santiago teased again. The agent kept his gun and eyes hardened on the man but was quietly processing the information.

“Now where were we?” He raised his knife up as if to swing, and Luke did not think about it another second. Landing a bullet in the man’s shoulder, the agent swooped in and kicked the knife away from him as he grabbed the boy and hoisted him up. Santiago was writhing in agony on the ground, blood steadily pouring out, but Luke did not care. He set the young boy on the bed, and called it in.

In just a few minutes, his entire team was there. Luke kept himself busy for the time being with giving a statement, getting Santiago out of the room and filling his unit chief in. Thirty minutes later, he finally caught a long enough break to go back into the room where mother and son rested. Even though they were lying down, neither was too terribly tired. When she heard the door click, she waved the man over to sit on the chair beside them. Keeping a hand on the boy, she reached her other hand out to hold Luke’s.

“Was that true? What you said earlier.” He asked, begging for confirmation.

“Every word. He’s yours, Luke. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, but he wouldn’t let me reach out to you once we knew for certain.” Liam sat up and faced the adults talking.

“Hey buddy. I’m your dad.” Luke choked out as tears came to his eyes. Without another word, Liam launched himself into his awaiting arms as Alvez cried. Bringing her into the fold, they all sat there crying and finally being together as a family.

“Each day of our lives we make deposits in the memory banks of our children.” Charles R. Swindoll

[fatecantstopme]

Don't Take The Girl

Pairing: Luke Alvez x wife!reader

Summary: While on a case with the team, you end up on the wrong side of a gun and Luke has to save you. Ends with fluff and smut.

Warnings: Weapons, mentions of death, angsty AF. SMUT, unprotected sex (P in V). Cursing. Use of pet names.

You never expected to be in this position. You'd been shot at more times than you'd care to remember, but you'd never experienced anything like this. You'd never been this truly terrified.

You could feel the cold metal of the gun pressed against the back of your head and your heart was hammering in your chest. You didn't bother to beg for your life--you knew he wasn't thinking clearly anyway.

You entered the police station, the man behind you, the gun firmly in place. The first face you saw was your husband's and you said his name softly, but loudly enough to catch his attention.

Luke turned to look at you, taking in the look on your face. He saw the fear before what was happening behind you registered in his mind. "(Y/N)?" he said as he stepped forward.

"Don't move," the man behind you snapped.

Luke immediately held his hands up, gaining the attention of everyone else in the station, including the members of your team that were standing near him.

"Just take it easy," Luke said calmly. "Let's talk this through."

"I want the man who killed my son."

"Mr. Carter, you know this isn't the way to get justice for Ryan," Emily said gently.

"I'll only deal with one of you, so pick," Mr. Carter insisted.

Emily took a step back, allowing Luke to take control. It was his wife's life on the line after all.

"You can talk to me, Jim," Luke said gently, hands still raised in the air. "Can I call you Jim?"

Mr. Carter--Jim--nodded his head.

Luke took a tentative step forward. "I can't imagine what you must be going through."

Luke's eyes shifted to your face and his heart nearly broke. Your breathing was labored and shallow, eyes filled with unshed tears, lips quivering slightly. You were clearly terrified, yet you managed to retain your composure.

He'd never been this terrified in his life. His heart was close to beating right out of his chest and he fought the urge to run to you and pull you out of harm's way. He'd been to war, he'd been blown up, shot, held hostage...but nothing could compare to the terror he felt in this moment.

"But hurting (Y/N) isn't going to bring back your son," Luke continued.

"I don't want to hurt her. I don't want to hurt any of you. I just want the man who killed Ryan," Jim said firmly.

"You know I can't give him to you," Luke countered softly.

Jim cocked the gun and you inhaled sharply. You didn't wanna die, and you definitely didn't want Luke to watch you die, but there was nothing you could do.

"I will shoot her," Jim shouted.

Luke took an instinctive step forward, terror evident in his handsome features. "Please," he begged. "You don't wanna hurt her."

Your eyes fluttered closed and you took a deep breath in an attempt to calm your racing heart.

"Bring him to me and I won't."

"I can't," Luke said softly. "But I can promise you that we'll do everything we can to ensure he pays for what he did to your son and the other victims."

"You can't promise me that," he yelled. "My only child is dead! I want revenge!"

His yelling only served to make you more afraid. You could tell he was starting to unravel, which meant your death was becoming more likely and more imminent.

"I know you do," Luke insisted. "I get it, I really do, but revenge won't make you feel better. It won't bring him back."

Tears welled in Jim's eyes. "He was all I had," he whispered.

"I'm so sorry, Jim," Luke murmured as he took another step towards you. Three more steps and he'd be within arm's reach. "If you put the gun down, we can talk--"

"No! I don't wanna talk!"

You let out a soft whimper as the gun pressed more firmly into your skull.

"(Y/N/N)," Luke whispered, a tone of desperation in his voice.

"I'm okay," you whispered back.

Despite his hazy state of mind, Jim seemed to notice the tension between you and Luke. "What is she to you?" he asked Luke.

"My life," he answered honestly. "My wife, my family, my everything."

Tears began to flow down your face at his words. He loved you more than anything in the world and you loved him just as much. The mere thought of losing you was enough to break him.

'I love you,' you mouthed to Luke.

Tears welled up in his own dark eyes as he nodded at you. "I love her more than life itself," he said softly.

Luke's words seemed to get through to Jim, softening his demeanor and bringing him back to reality. He slowly lowered the gun and released you from his hold. The moment you were free, you ran to Luke at the same moment he ran towards you.

Emily and JJ rushed forward to take the gun from Jim, rendering everyone safe. Jim repeated "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," over and over as Emily led him to an interview room.

Luke's arms were wrapped around you so tightly you could hardly breathe. When Jim, Emily, and JJ left the room, Luke pulled away from you to take in your appearance.

"Are you okay, baby?" he whispered as he touched your face and neck.

"I'm alright, Luke," you whispered back. "Thanks to you."

"I didn't do anything. Just spoke the truth."

You leaned into his chest as he wrapped you into a hug. "And that's what saved me."

He kissed the top of your head as he held you. He was almost too afraid to let you go--as if you'd disappear if he stopped holding you. "I thought I was gonna lose you," he said so softly you weren't sure you were meant to hear it.

"I'm harder to get rid of than that," you mumbled into his chest.

He laughed lightly, the sound warming your soul. "Thank God for that."

You pulled away from him to look at his face. "I was a little worried too, honestly."

He nodded. "I know, baby. I know," he sighed. "I love you so much, you know."

You smiled at him. "More than life itself, apparently."

He blushed. "I meant it."

"I know--and I love you just as much."

He kissed you softly, a kiss you returned gladly. The feel of his arms around you grounded you in a way you didn't even realize you needed.

"Come on," you said as you pulled away from him. "We need to go talk to him."

Luke's eyes widened. "I'm not letting you go in there."

You raised an eyebrow as you regarded him. "It was my life on the line, Luke, not yours. And I understand why he did what he did. He's just a broken-hearted father looking for justice. Besides, he didn't hurt me and he's certainly not going to hurt me now."

He sighed. "Fine, just--just stay on the other side of the table from him, please?"

You agreed and followed your husband into the interview room.

**********

When you got back to the hotel, you were exhausted. It had been a very eventful day. You had opted to not press charges against Jim Carter...you understood what he was feeling and you didn't want to make things worse for him.

Luke disagreed of course, but he didn't fight with you as much as you'd thought he would. He was just glad you were alive.

Luke pulled you into him the moment the hotel door was closed. He kissed you so passionately that the breath left your body. After what felt like an eternity, he finally separated from you, both of you completely breathless.

"I've never been so scared in my life," he whispered.

"Me neither," you said honestly.

He kissed you again. "I don't wanna let you go."

You practically melted into his touch. "Then don't."

Luke's fingers intertwined in your hair as he pulled you even farther into him. He couldn't stop holding onto you and you didn't want him to. The way he held you spoke volumes about how he was feeling and how much you meant to him.

Luke wasted no time ridding you of your clothes and his own. Either his hands or his lips were attached to your body every single moment.

He gently pushed you back against the bed, letting you collapse on top of it. He crawled on top of you, touching every single inch of your bare skin.

"Luke," you whined. "Please, baby--I need you."

Your soft voice spoke to his soul. He needed you as badly as you needed him. "I've got you, my love."

Normally, he'd want to take his time with you--make sure you were ready for him, but neither of you wanted to wait. Today had been too much for both of you and all you wanted was to feel him--all of him.

You were already soaked, his soft lips and firm hands enough to get you where you needed to be. He gripped your hips as he slowly slid inside of you, eliciting a gasp and a moan from deep in your throat.

"Luke..." you moaned softly. "Feels so good."

"I know, baby. So tight--so good for me."

You clung to him as he moved, moans dancing between the two of you. He couldn't stop himself from whispering sweet words to you. He needed to make sure you knew how much he loved you.

"You're so amazing, sweets. I love every part of you," he murmured.

His words brought you closer to the edge as each thrust brought you immense pleasure. Words had escaped you, only able to moan and whisper his name as he moved inside of you.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered as he kissed your neck. "My beautiful girl. I never wanna let you go."

"Please..." you whimpered.

Luke knew exactly what you needed. He slid a hand between your bodies, finding your clit with ease. He gently rubbed circles around it, bringing you even closer to orgasm.

"I know you're close, baby. I wanna feel you. Can you cum for me, sweet girl?"

You gasped in pleasure as he pushed you right over the edge. "Luke!" you cried out, pleasure overwhelming you as you exploded around him.

"(Y/N)," he groaned loudly. "Baby--I'm gonna--" His voice broke off as he came, filling you with his seed.

He helped you ride out your high before collapsing on top of you, lips pressing to every inch of skin within reach. "I love you, baby. So damn much."

"I love you too, my love," you said softly, placing a kiss to the top of his head. "You're my world."

After a few minutes, Luke was able to roll off of you and make it to the bathroom. He grabbed a hot, wet washcloth and began to clean you up. He kissed you sweetly as often as he could and mumbled sweet nothings as he cleaned you.

Once he deemed you clean enough, he crawled back into the bed beside you and pulled you into his chest.

You settled in against him, feeling so warm and content in his arms. "Don't let go," you whispered.

"Never," he whispered back, pressing kisses into your skin.

You'd never felt more blessed in your life than you did in this moment. Laying here in the arms of the love of your life...you were so thankful to be alive. Thankful to be with Luke--thankful for Luke. You'd never felt so loved either. He was your world and you were his. He would have traded places with you in a heartbeat, would have given his life for yours without thought.

All that mattered to him was that the two of you were here in this moment--that you were wrapped in his arms. He wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life with you. He was still shaken from the events of that afternoon, but he was so happy--so content--just to be with you.

[lil-requestcorner]

received:

Carrie White x Azul Ashengrotto!Reader hcs

Kougyoku Ren first date hcs

Wanda x child!Reader fluff hcs

Sadie Miller x Reader on a date

Luke Alvez x 15yo!Reader

Ruruka Ando x Nutty 2.0!Reader

Roxanne Wolf x Reader, spoiling

Chet Clancy x 16yo camper!Reader

Yandere!Daniel (dbh) x child!Reader.

Leon Kennedy x minor!Reader, fluff

Yui Komori + Luke Valentine 2.0!Reader

Grell x Madam Red x Reader

owp: Eva Tsunaka + trust

Hannah England x Reader

JD x sibling Heather!Reader ficlet

Micheal Myers x sibling!Reader

Adrian Ivashkov x Guardian dhampir 17yo!Reader

Daki x organ harvester!Reader

Poppy (pokemon scarlet) x Reader hcs

Salvatore Moreau friends to lovers hcs

2013!Carrie White x Reader x Chris Hargensen love triangle hcs

Yoon Gwi-nam x Reader who loves annoying others

Heather Chandler x flirty!Reader

Heather Chandler general dating hcs

John Doe x Scarlet Witch/Jennifer Check/Homelander!Reader

Chris Hargensen x Reader who helps her deal with her insecurities

Ally Burgess x origami maker!Reader

Natsuki x Reader who likes to crochet

Aquamarine x sculptor!Reader

Jace x sibling!Reader

DDLC x true crime fan!Reader

Pony Tsunotori x sand manipulator!Reader

Byeong-Gi x bookworm!Reader

Billy Loomis x Lotte Jansson 2.0!Reader

Mario and Luigi x younger sibling!Reader with a special interest in mushrooms

Brooke Maddox x Leona Kingscholar!Reader

Welcome Home x plural!Reader

Luz x htf fan!Reader x Amity

Atropos x bitey!Reader

Max Mayfield x rigger!Reader

Rui x jorogumo!Reader

soft!Elias x archivist!Reader

Uf!Sans x minor!Reader hcs

yandere!Mike Schmidt x sibling!Reader

Felix Richter x 16yo child!Reader fluff

Valentino (Hazbin Hotel) x Courtney(TD)!Reader

Eric Newlon (Thanksgiving 2023) x teen!Reader fluff

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

So I only found one of these on here and because I'm so Hyperfixated on Criminal minds I really need to wrote some BAU x child reader because I have ideas.

Summary: randoms oneshots about the BAU team and the child reader fluff, Angst and family bonding alot.

Characters

Jason Gideon

Aaron Hotchner

David Rossi

Spencer Reid

Derek Morgan

Emily Prentiss

Jennifer jareau

Penelope Garcia

Tara Lewis

Luke Alvez

Matt Simmons

Name: Criminal Minds x child reader oneshots

[bullet-prooflove]

Early Access Poll - Sept

By becoming a patron you get early access to one of this month's fics:

Problem Child - Angel Reyes - Angel tries to move forward in the wake of discovering Valeria.

Irish Kings - Chibs - You come home to find another Irish King in your kitchen.

Love you Too - Brian Zvonecek - Brian gets a little possessive. (NSFW)

Close - Neron - Neron gets overexcited. (NSFW)

Pretty Girl - Mike Duarte x Terry Bruno x Reader (NSFW) - You and Terry ruin Mike in the bathroom of the axe throwing place.

Everything - Luke Alvez - You are Luke's everything. (NSFW)

Pillow Fort - Roy Kent - Roy tries to comfort you in the aftermath of the hacking scandal.

Look After You - Crockett Marcel - Crockett realises something is wrong.

Vote for the one you'd love to see by clicking the link!

Voting closes on Sunday!

[beccanimes]

request?

hi guys i’m opening request for these following fandoms and the people:

The Walking Dead 

Daryl Dixon 1

Rick Grimes  1

Negan Smith 

Glenn Rhee

Supernatural 

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel 

Jack Kline 

Lucifer 

Gabriel 

Criminal Minds 

Spencer Reid

Derick Morgan 

JJ

Arron Hotchner

Emily Prentiss 

Penelope Garcia 

Luke Alvez

Alex Blake 

The Vampire Dairies 

Damon Salvatore 

Stefan Salvatore   

Kai Parker 

The Originals 

Klaus Mikaelson (Both TVD or TO)

Elijah Mikaelson (TVD or TO)

Marcel Gerard 

Rebekah Mikaelson (TVD or TO)

Divina Claire 

Kol Mikaleson (TVD or TO) 

Marvel 

Steve Rogers

Thor 

Natasha 

Clint Barton 

Peter Parker (Tom Holland 

Perter Parker (Tobey Mcguire) 

Peter parker (Andrew Garfeild)

Loki 

Tony Stark 

Buck Barnes   

Wanda Maximoff 

Stephen Strange 

Vison 

Harry potter/ Fantasic Beast

Harry Potter 

Ron Weasley 

Hermione Granger 

Draco Malfoy 

Siruis Black (harry potter and maruduer era)

Seamus Finnigan 

Cedric Diggory  1

Fred Weasley 

George Weasley

Remus Lupin 

Newt Scamander 

Tina Goldstein 

Theseus Scamander 

Stranger Things 

Steve Harrington 

Johnathan Byers

Nancy Wheeler 

Robin Buckley 

Billy Hargrove 

Eddie Munson 

Alexei 

OUAT

Regina Mills 

Emma Swan 

Charming 

Snow white 

Killian Jones 

Belle 

Graham 

Neil Cassidy/ Baelfire 

Robin Hood 

Ruby Lucas 

Tilly 

Mulan 

Felix 

Margot 

Jefferson 

August/ Pinocchio

Chicago Med

Will Halstead

Connor Rhodes

Ethan Choi

Crockett Marcel

April Sexton

Natalie Manning

Chicago Fire

Mathew Casey

Kelly Severide

Joe Cruz

Otis

Peter Mills

Stella Kidd

Gabby Dawson

Chicago PD

Jay Halstead

Adam Ruzek

Antonio Dawson

Sean Román

Greg “Mouse” Gerwitz

Erin Lindsey

Kim Burguss

Chicago One

Jay Halstead and Will Halstead x sibling

Kelly Severide x Platonic best friend

Kelly Severide x Sibling reader

Hermann x child reader

Gabby and Antonio x sibling reader

Hogwarts legacy

Ominis Gaunt

Sebastian Sallow

Garreth Weasley

[kitkatpadywaks]

My Wips, Works & In-Betweens

Organised by Series/Love Interest (Warning: There's A Lot - 54 & counting)

Key: 💥Currently Writing - 💭Planning/Outlining - 🧠Was Writing, Doing Extra Planning - 💤I'll Get To It

TVDU:

💥Seven Days - Klaus Mikaelson x Lucy Danica(OC)

💤Sweet, But Psycho - Elijah Mikaelson x Aspen Blake(OC)

Erik Lehnsherr:

💭Goddess - Erik Lehnsherr x Cassandra Narvaes(OC)

Quinlan:

🧠The Thing In Her Mind - Quinlan x Amara McKenna(OC)

💤Destinies - The Thing In Her Mind AU - Quinlan x Amara Romano(OC)

💭Guardian Angel - Quinlan x Damaris(OC)

💭Follow The Ravens - Quinlan x Kira Michaels

💤The Stranger - Quinlan x The Stranger(OC/Reader)

💤The Siren - Quinlan x Alessandra(OC)

💤Dark Curiosities - Quinlan x Ness(OC)

💤To Love A Beast - Quinlan x (Unnamed)(OC)

Morpheus/Dream:

💤To Love An Endless - Morpheus/Dream x Mika(OC)

💤Forgotten Lives - Morpheus/Dream x Aurora Dunham

🧠La Mechancete De La Vie - Morpheus/Dream x Life(OC/Reader)

Lord Of The Rings:

💤Deadly Instinct - Legolas x Medea Darkmoor(OC)

💭Through The Stars & Sea - Thorin Oakenshield x Valencia Sitara(OC)

Prince Caspian:

💭Worlds Away - Prince Caspian x Mira Williams(OC)

Twilight:

💤The Elders - Jasper Hale x Corvina(OC)

💭The Monster Within - Carlisle Cullen x Raven Marwood(OC)

(Untitled) - Paul Lahote x (Unnamed OC)

Oberyn Martell:

🧠The Creed - Oberyn Martell x Ayanna(OC/Reader)

💤(Untitled) - Oberyn Martell x (OC)

Rick Flag

💭Angel - Rick Flag x Lenore 'Leo' Accetta(OC)

Rio/Christopher

💤(Untitled) - Rio/Christopher x (Unnamed OC)

The War Against God:

Multiple Names, Same OC

🧠Dancing With The Devil - Klaus Mikaelson x Celeste Gilbert(OC)

🧠Devil May Care - Spike x Celine Astor(OC)

🧠In Another Universe - Morpheus x OC(Won't name here cause spoilers)

💤The Offer - Rick Flag x OC(Won't name here cause spoilers)

💤(Untitled) - Thorin Oakenshield x OC(Won't name here cause spoilers)

💤(Untitled) - Quinlan x OC(Won't name here cause spoilers)

The Quinn Chronicles:

Quinn Darnell(OC)

💭More Than Meets The Eye I, II, III - The Doctor x OC x River Song

💥Aliens Of The Earth - DI Joseph Chandler x OC

💭New God Rising - Quinlan x OC

💭The Aftermath of Wanderlust - Captain Hilary Becker x (OC)

💤Child of Eternity - Legolas x OC x River Song

💤Amongst The Stars - Leonard 'Bones' McCoy x OC

💭Memories - Short Story - Klaus Mikaelson

Family of Shadows:

Nyx Brennan-Itzal(OC)

💭Light In The Dark - Rick Flag x OC

💭Creatures of Shadow - Adrian Chase/Vigilante x OC

🧠Into The Darkness - Morpheus/Dream x OC

The Original Ripper:

Astraea Mikaelson(OC)

💭Stranger In The Dark - Quinlan x OC

💭The Survivors - Erik Lehnsherr x OC

💤Dreams of the Past - Morpheus/Dream x OC

💤A Hybrid's Tale - Legolas x OC

💤Tender Hearts - Carlisle Cullen x OC

The Reaper:

Nya(OC)

💭Il Mietitore - Rio/Christopher x OC

💤(Unnamed) - Luke Alvez x OC

A Walk With Wolves:

Aurora Hale(OC)

💤(Unnamed) - Luke Alvez x OC

💤Claws & Crossbows - Daryl Dixon x OC

💤Trauma Bonded - Joel Miller x OC

💤To Be Seen - Patrick Jane x OC

💤To Be Wanted - Marcus Pike x OC

TBN

Arabella Winchester(OC)

💤A Deal With Death- Quinlan x OC

💤 The Occult - Dr Lance Sweets x (OC)

💤 What We Deserve - Paul Lahote x (OC)

💤(Untitled) - James ‘Bucky’ Barnes x (OC)

[rachaelswrites]

Prentiss!reader to Alvez!reader: I’d like to offer you moral support, but I have questionable morals

(Quote from an incorrect quote generator)

[butsomeofusarelookingatthestars]

A Crossed Line

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairing: Luke Alvez x Reader Prompt: Request (follow-up to The Morning Run and Sick Day, based on this request)

Description: No one should ever get between Luke and his family.

Featuring angry!Luke, an adorable toddler and some humorous fluff!

A loud sigh escaped from Luke’s lips as he finally pulled up outside your son’s day care. It had been an exhausting day at the BAU, with case reports keeping him the office until late.

Unfortunately, your similarly hectic schedule had resulted in your son having to stay in nursery a little longer than usual…not that his ‘dedicated’ nursery teacher minded.

A small smile crept onto Luke’s face as he recalled your sarcastic comment about her willingness to help him out. He perfectly understood your hesitation given the circumstances, the thought of him being alone with the flirtatious teacher naturally irked you.

He wasn’t offended because he never doubted the trust you had in him.

Besides, the disrespect she had displayed towards you had immensely frustrated him. He had always been protective over you, but it only enhanced following the birth of your son. It was difficult for him to even hear someone implying that you weren’t a good partner because it was a lie which preyed upon your worst fear.

That had been why he had made a concerted effort to keep a respectful distance from the overeager teacher for the past six months.

He wasn’t stupid and he didn’t have to be a profiler to notice the flirting from the start. The first time she had greeted him, her eyes had flittered down at his hand to subtly check if he had a wedding ring.

It infuriated him because a piece of metal on his finger meant nothing in comparison to his love for you. Your relationship was about more than a ring and he would never waver in the commitment he had made to you or to your family.

It saddened him greatly to know how much her flirting got to you. Despite your brave face, it was only natural that it played on your emotions. Luke wouldn’t have been as calm if it had been someone flirting with you.

In fact, he would have probably been in trouble with the bureau by now…

He reluctantly pulled open the door to the nursery, eager to just pick up his son and get home as quickly as possible. Hopefully, you would be back soon.

“Hi there!”

He forced a polite smile onto his face as the teacher enthusiastically greeted him, dodging her wandering hands as he swiftly made his way over to his son.

A bright smile lit up his face as he was greeted by his bubbly child, happily brandishing the picture he had painted of him. Luke heart soared with pride as he noticed his admittedly terrible attempt at drawing an FBI badge.

Only his family could make him smile like this after an exhausting day at work.

“It’s time to go home little man.” Luke murmured softly, chuckling warmly as his son joyfully toddled off to collect his things.

Unfortunately, his teacher appeared to mistake the reason behind Luke’s bright smile for something less innocent.

“He really looks up to you.” She commented quietly, stepping towards him. “Who wouldn’t?”

Luke grew increasingly uncomfortable as she continued to inch closer, twisting a strand of hair around her finger as her eyes darkened slightly.

A squeal of delight from across the room distracted Luke from her. The sound of his son always drew his attention, no matter what the circumstances.

Unfortunately, the teacher seized the opportunity to surprise him with an unwanted kiss.

It only took a moment for Luke to quickly pull away, stepping backwards and raising his hands in protest. He almost couldn’t believe her audacity as she went to wrap her arms around his waist.

“What are you-”

His words were lost as he gaped at her in utter shock. How could she possibly think that he would ever do that to you? God, your son was in the same room…

“I thought you wanted to.”

He shook his head defiantly, his eyes widened in disbelief as he continued to edge away from her. “I don’t. I would never.”

The thought of being with anyone else made him feel physically ill, as if his skin were crawling with the deceit. Anger surged within him as he realised that this woman had captured the same lips that you always loved.

However, it was her loud scoff and patronising eye roll that really enraged him.

“Luke, you’re the one who is here…like you always are.”

A frown crossed his face as he rubbed at his temple with one hand. Her tone sounded suspiciously accusing, causing the anger to steadily rise within him.

“What’s that meant to mean?”

He almost dreaded the response to his question.

“What type of girlfriend…mother, isn’t even around to pick up your son?”

Fury filled his eyes as he lifted his gaze to glare at her.

“Don’t you dare.” He snapped, her disgusting criticism of you making him see red. His blood boiled as he folded his arms across his chest defiantly.

She winced, taking a step backwards as she realised the extent of his anger. It must have been fairly terrifying given that he had always been respectful and polite.

Usually, he could remain calm under intense situations. However, you and your son were the lines that no one should ever cross.

“Y/N’s the love of my life. Don’t you ever talk about her.” He growled, his voice filled with rage as he glowered at the humiliated woman stood before him.

A tense moment of silence passed as they stared at one another. It could not have been made clearer how Luke truly felt.

A quiet whimper and a light tug on his leg made Luke glance down in surprise, his face falling as he realised that his son had wandered back over.

“Dada?”

The slight tremble in his voice broke Luke’s heart. He had scared his son.

Guilt immediately washed over him as he realised that he had broken his promise – he had never wanted your son to see him angry. But, in his fury at the insulting teacher, he had temporarily forgot about his son’s presence.

Truthfully, the only people who had ever witnessed him in such a rage were unsubs.

He immediately swooped down to pick his son up, holding him protectively as he brushed past the nursery teacher.

“Let’s go home little man.”

“Mommy!”

You laughed delightedly as your little boy stumbled towards you, wrapping his arms around your neck tightly as he snuggled up close. It was exactly what you needed after a terrible day at work.

However, as soon as you met Luke’s concerned gaze, you knew something was wrong. You swiftly ushered your son off to play with Roxy in the living room as you approached Luke cautiously.

“What’s wrong?”

A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he laced his fingers together, it had always been his sign of remorse.

“He saw me getting angry.” His eyes were pained as he glanced down at the floor, seemingly ashamed by his own actions. “I’ve scared him.”

The hurt in Luke’s voice almost broke your heart.

“He loves you. He would never be scared of you.” You reassured him soothingly, outstretching a hand to entangle your fingers in his short dark curls. The affectionate gesture always helped relax your partner.

However, curiosity filled your eyes as you realised the implication of his words. It wasn’t often that Luke got angry and he would never do so in front of your son.

So, what had earned his fury?

“That doesn’t sound like you…” You murmured softly, wrapping a hand around his neck as you pulled him closer.

But, Luke only shrugged his shoulders.

“It doesn’t matter.”

Luke felt terrible about lying to you, but the last thing he wanted was to upset you. He knew how much you hated the thought of your son’s nursery teacher flirting with him, to find out she had kissed him would deeply hurt you and it killed him to be the reason why.

As he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, squeezing gently as you smiled softly, he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to return home to you.

“I love you.” He whispered, the sincerity of his words moving as he dipped his head to capture your lips in a passionate kiss.

Unfortunately, a rude interruption occurred when you son came toddling back into the hall.

“Dada, did that…”

You glanced at your son in slight bewilderment as he pointed at you at Luke kissing. He wasn’t quite talking in full sentences yet, so it was hard to deduce what he actually meant to say in this case.

However, the terror in Luke’s eyes confused you even further as you glanced between your two boys. Apparently, you were missing out on something.

“He kiss with Miss.” Your son babbled, grinning at you happily as he remained blissfully unware of the implication of his words.

Things began to click in your head as your eyes widened with shock. Your poor little boy still thought that kisses were an innocent thing that everyone gave to each other. Yet, there was no reason why Luke should have been kissing her…

The look of pure horror on your face made Luke splutter nervously.

“I promise that it’s not what you think.”

Your FBI agent had a lot of explaining to do.

[leahblackk]

New Year’s Day

(not my gif. thanks to whoever made it)

Summary: Spencer is cleaning bottles on new year’s day with his lover.

Warnings: crying and a little bit of anxiety.

Couple: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Taglist: (it’s been a while since i’ve written so if you wanna be off this list please let me know, and if you wanna join here is the link) @hey-dw, @reidselle, @demigirl2007, @matthew-gray-gubler-lover, @nomajdetective, @doctorspenceryeet, @cance1medaddy

it’s been months since i’ve published a fic and there are so many reasons on why that has happened. but i just needed to write and share this with you. i think this song it’s absolutely beautiful and i just had this thought and had to share it. i hope you like it!! it’s based on New Year’s day by Taylor Swift <3

thanks to @reidselle for being my beta and helping me with errors!!! you’re the best <3

There is glitter on the floor and Spencer looks at his friends with a smile while most of them, - to not say all of them-, are drunk, some are chill drunks, and some of them just sit there and stare at the void, like Luke Alvez who has been staring at his own shoes for the last twenty minutes, and some others are crazy drunk, like Morgan who is trying to strip and dance to Savannah while their child is running off with the other kids.

Spencer seems content with himself, he never knew a new year's day would be full of fun. He recalled the last few days, where he and his wife had been cooking the meal the team devoured in half an hour. They hosted the party at their house this time, and Spencer was looking forward to the next time. It was the first time he hosted a party, and the first time he had someone whom he so lovingly called his wife there to help him.

He looks around the room. His family, complete and whole, is there. Of course, there are some faces he missed, such as Gideon and Elle. He went and visited his mum a few days earlier, he went with his wife and he was happy to see how well they got along. His mom was talking about some stories she unknowingly already told Y/n yet she still had that surprised and excited face to hear it all over again. That's one of the things he loved about her most.

His cheeks still blushed when his mom told the embarrassing stories about his childhood, and Y/n still laughed at him while her nose slightly scrunched from laughing. He loved that little nose scrunch. He really loved all of her.

Then, they went grocery shopping for things they were gonna need for dinner, the dinner they were gonna serve to a room full of FBI agents. He didn't think he'd be as domestic as he is now. He laughed at her when she was buying snacks for them.

One day before new years day, they found themselves in the kitchen, cooking with soft music in the background while he followed her rules. Bring this, bring that, mix this, put this. He kinda liked how bossy his wife got when it came to cooking. He just bit his lip, nodded, and followed her around like a lost puppy.

“So I mix it like that?” he asked. He knew he was doing it wrong, but he just wanted her to correct him.

She sighed and chuckled a little, “No, love. You have to do it a little bit faster. Come here, I'll show you,” she said, making a motion with her hands.

She didn't know what he was doing, and Spencer just couldn't stop smiling while she explained and moved his hands around to show him, “Oh okay, I think I got it,” he lied. She nodded and watched him. This time, he did it correctly. And while he was mixing, she was watching. She took the time to appreciate how his beautiful curls went in front of his face, his little blushed cheeks from all the movement he was doing, and his sleeves on his arms. He looked hot.

She also watched the little spark his ring made when it made contact with the light. She couldn't believe he got to marry that beautiful man beside her.

He noticed her staring, and he smiled softly at her. The warmth on her face rose up, feeling hot suddenly. She was caught by her husband, and she felt like a schoolgirl again.

On New Year’s Night, they put some decorations around the house, some glittery ones that they would regret later because it will be difficult to remove from the floor. They received their friends with welcoming hugs into their household, and they looked around and sat. He helped her to get some drinks for them, he in fact told her to sit down, he didn't want her moving around too much but she was stubborn and he liked it.

“No more drinks for Derek,” she said strolling inside the kitchen. He chuckled lightly while he took the glasses out of her hands.

“How are you feeling?” he checked on her.

“Good, these heels are killing me though,” she looked down at her, a movement Spencer also followed. He chuckled again.

“You should take them off then, angel,” he said. Even though he knew she wasn't gonna do it.

“Nah it's fine I just-” she tried to explain, but a loud noise coming from the living room made them turn around.

“Sorry!” Derek said in the background. She shook her head while Spencer smiled and rubbed her back.

“I'll clean it up,” he whispered, kissing her head and rubbing her back lightly to then walk to where the mess was. Just some glass on the floor.

“Sorry man I just… they didn't let me walk past,” he drunkenly explained.

Spencer shook his head, “Oh, I'm sure they did,” he smiled, “No more drinks for you however.”

“No man that's not fair. It was their fault, not me!” He tried to explain.

“No more drinks,” Spencer repeated.

Sadly there were more drinks for Morgan that night.

The girls carried their shoes as they couldn't bear to wear them anymore. Y/n was there with them, the only one with her shoes still on her feet. She listened to how they were telling her how beautiful she looked. Y/n just shook her head and chuckled, then scanned with her eyes looking for husband. It was almost midnight and she was expecting to be there with him.

“Oh, Y/n I think you and Spencer should have baby geniuses already,” drunk Emily said. She shook her head and chuckled.

“You, my friend, are very drunk.”

“Yes I know! But that doesnt mean I don't know what I'm talking about,” she explained. All the other girls nodded.

“Okay, when Spencer and I have babies, you'll be the first one to know,” she joked.

“As it should be,” Penelope said.

Savannah and Y/n shared a look and laughed lightly, them two being the only ones not drunk.

Spencer came behind his wife, she, just feeling his scent looked back at him, she smiled, “Almost midnight,” he smiled. She nodded and grabbed his hand, she said goodbye to the girls and they stared at both of them.

“Damn, they look good together,” Pen mentioned. All of them agreed.

They knew Spencer wasn't gonna end up alone as he so well thought, but they never knew he would find his missing puzzle piece, until they met her. He fits with her perfectly and he has never been happier.

Spencer and Y/n walked to the little balcony they had, she trembled a little as she was sleeveless in the cold. Spencer pushed her closer to him, opening his cardigan and making her wrap her arms around him, covering her up with his cardigan. She chuckled a little.

They were waiting patiently for the countdown and fireworks to start. Truth to be told, neither of them liked fireworks. Spencer was annoyed at the noise they made and her as well, but she knew that animals and people were gonna get scared at the loud sound they made, yet, she wanted a kiss like in the movies, and so did he. They wanted to kiss at midnight with the fireworks, it was one of the things they both saw in romantic comedies and wanted to try.

He rubbed her back feeling her anxious heart beating, “It's okay love. We don't have to do it if you don't want to,” he whispered, kissing her head.

“No, I want to,” she said, “It's just that to think-” she shook her head.

“I know. It's gonna be okay,” he promised.

She nodded because she believed him. She always did.

10

Spencer continued to rub her back and kiss her head softly and sweetly whispering encouragement.

9

Y/n wrapped her arms around him tightly.

8

Spencer looked down at the love of his life feeling grateful to have her in his arms.

7

They think of all those people who couldn't be there with them for one reason or another.

6

They thanked the universe for being together that year.

5

They asked for more years to be together.

4

They wished well for all the other people in the world.

3

She looked up at Spencer with a smile. Feeling complete to have him there. To have them there.

2

She opened her mouth to speak.

1

“I'm pregnant,” she said with a smile.

The fireworks started, alluding to how Spencer felt inside. She said it, didn't she? He heard correctly?

He couldn't even hear the fireworks, he could see the lights in the sky. They didn't even kiss, they didn't kiss at the countdown. Spencer leaned his head down then, cupping her face and kissing her with all the love he had in his heart. He didn't care about the fireworks, or the strong sound or their friends inside hugging each other. He was complete in her arms right there, right then.

“Did I hear correctly? Is it true?” he spoke. She nodded, and Spencer felt like crying.

Some tears, came down his eyes. He was… He… He didn't have words.

She hugged him as he buried his face in her neck and cried, they both cried.

He felt complete, she felt complete. They were complete.

Their little moment was interrupted by their friends opening the balcony door and going to hug their friends, laughing and saying stuff neither of them understood.

Spencer pulled away, he didn't want to share the news yet. He wanted it to be all to themselves for a little moment. So they made an agreement with their eyes, and went and hugged their friends.

A few hours later, they were hugging their friends again but saying their goodbyes. Closing the door as Morgan didn't want to leave, Spencer turned around and dropped to his knees.

“What are you doing?” She chuckled a little, running her hands through his hair.

“I… I want to talk to them, can i?” he asked, She nodded and he pulled her closer by her waist. He started softly kissing her belly, and she was playing with his hair, “Hello… hello there baby. It's your daddy,” Spencer said with a huge smile and a few tears, “That was your family, I really want you to meet them soon. I bet they will love you as much as we do,” he said looking up. He stands up and cups her face once more, kissing her, kissing her with all the love he felt, “Thank you for giving me a family. There is no better way to start this new year than with this,” he said, caressing her belly.

“Thank you for sharing it with me,” she said and looked around their house, “We have to clean up this mess though,” she chuckled.

Spencer looked around, glitter on the floor after the party, bottles to clean up, and mess to pick up, he shook his head, “I'll do it, you need to rest,” he said.

She shook her head, there it was. her stubbornness again, “No, I wanna help.”

He nodded knowing there was no way he would win that fight. They cleaned up, Y/n picking up the trash and the bottles and putting them in the kitchen, while Spencer moved the furniture around to clean up the glitter.

After that, they both moved to the kitchen, washing dishes and cleaning up bottles. There was a soft piano song in the background, as they were listening to soft music before the team left. Spencer hummed softly as he moved around. He looked at her, she was humming along.

“Would you like to dance with me?” he asked, stretching his hand for hers. She put the cloth on the counter and took his hand. He made her spin, and she laughed. He smiled, he liked that sound.

He pulled her closer by the waist and hugged her, burying his face in her neck. He couldn't believe he was dancing at midnight on new years day with his wife, who was pregnant. It felt like a dream and he feared he might just wake.

He hugged her tighter, burying his face deeper and deeper. She rubbed his back, and felt a few warm tears on her shoulder followed by fainted sobs. She frowned and tried to pull away to see him, to see what was wrong but Spencer only held her tighter, “Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere,” he whispered. His voice breaks and sobs out.

She felt her heart squeeze, “What's wrong?” she whispered, concerned.

“I just…,” he sighed, “ This is too good to be true. I'm too happy, I feel complete and I don't want it to end. I don't want it to become just a memory. I fear that- that everything will end or it's not real. What if I'm dreaming and I have to wake up alone again? In my bed, without you by my side,” he sobbed again.

She felt the tears coming down her eyes, “I promise you this is real. I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere. I will stay if it's hard, or wrong, or we're making mistakes,” she promised.

“What if you wake up one day and I am not the person you fell in love with?” he said, “What if I forget you, or our baby one day?” he feared. Pulling away slightly, she saw his face, red, his eyes full of tears and with fear in them.

She cupped his face just like he did moments ago, “No, that's not gonna happen. You are always gonna be the person I fell in love with, the person I married. And if one day you forget us, we have the memories for you to hold onto. I'll make you remember us again,” she said.

He nodded, “I'm sorry for ruining our-” she stopped him.

“You haven't ruined anything,” she reassured, wiping his tears away, “I promise you, you haven't ruined anything. Fear is a common thing my love, anxiety is. Stop blaming or apologizing for being human.”

He nodded again, and pressed his nose against hers, with their forehead together, “I love you,” he whispered, closing his eyes.

“You and me forevermore.”

[fortheloveofwonderland]

Remember to Forget Me | S.R

My gif

This is for this build a blurb requested by @andiebeaword which got way out of hand. Ending is happy but slightly ambiguous.

Fic title taken from a Blink-182 song.

**There will categorically not be a part two for this so please don’t ask.**

📱Finding something on their phone you shouldn’t have

🤔Amnesia

⚠️Love Triangle

🤰🏼Pregnancy

👂🏻Overheard something they shouldn’t

Summary - decision making has never been your forte so deciding between the two men you were dating was an impossible feat. Until a car crash changes everything and even if your brain doesn’t remember, your heart certainly does.

Pairing - Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader (some Luke Alvez / Fem! Reader)

Category - angst with a fluffy ending.

Content Warnings - some Luke x reader but it will have a Spencer x reader happy ending, angst, love triangle, vague mentions of sex but still SFW, swearing, typical CM related case stuff, mentions of car accidents, minor description of injuries, pregnancy, panic attacks, brief mention of prison and PTSS, anxiety, depressive thoughts, brief mentions of Maeve, amnesia, very brief mention of dilaudid.

Word Count - 12.4K

Masterlist

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If indecisiveness was a virtue, you’d give Aristotle a run for his money. 

Decision making had never been a strong suit of yours, ever since you were a small child and could never decide what toy you wanted to play with or what you wanted to eat for dinner. 

Your mother always said, “the risk of a wrong decision is preferable to the terror of indecision.”

You would vehemently disagree. You would much rather not make a decision than make the wrong one. At least in your indecision you didn’t risk completely ruining things. A wrong decision was unthinkable. 

Your hesitancy to make decisions had never been much of an issue thus far in your life. Sure, sometimes it meant you would go without your morning coffee when Starbucks added a new menu item and you couldn’t decide between that and your old faithful. 

Sometimes it would mean you wouldn’t end up watching TV after work because you couldn’t decide between a movie or binge watching a series. 

And maybe there had been a few occasions you’d flaked on drinks with your friends because you simply couldn’t pick an outfit to wear. 

But for the most part, your favour for sitting on the fence has never been detrimental to your life. 

Until it came to dating. 

Settling down with one person was the ultimate decision, one which terrified you. Surely when it came to the man you would spend the rest of your life with, your mothers sentiment couldn’t possibly be true. 

The wrong decision of whom you’d spend the rest of your life with was certainly not preferable to not making a decision at all. 

Wouldn’t it simply be easier to be alone than to choose the wrong person? 

As such, monogamy was a hard concept for you. You were not known as a one man kind of woman. 

You always made your intentions clear with whoever you were dating, they weren’t always going to be the only man in your life and if they couldn’t handle that then you weren’t the woman for them. 

For the past six months or so you had two men in your life, both who brought very different things to the table and who you cared for deeply in different ways. 

They were so different they might as well be chalk and cheese and you would implore anyone to choose between them. 

You met Luke Alvez at the dog park when you were walking your three year old Siberian husky Duke. 

During a game of fetch, Duke had brought back much more than his chew toy. 

You barely had a chance to register Duke and his new friend, a beautiful Belgian Shepherd, heading towards you because you were more entranced by another beautiful creature. 

He was fresh from a run, a sheen of sweat on his forehead and soaking the fabric of his t-shirt. 

He looked like an honest to god mirage as he jogged towards you, chasing down his errant dog. 

Luke was not only incredibly easy on the eyes, he was gentlemanly, he brought you coffee while the two of you watched your dogs tumbling in the grass together. 

He was also strong and assertive, taking control of things which you sorely needed when you were so indecisive. 

In the bedroom, Luke was firm yet soft, caring with just enough roughness. 

He was sharp angles, muscular and deliriously gorgeous. To top it all off, Duke and Roxy had become the best of friends. 

And you could have been really happy with Luke, maybe he could have been the man you would consider settling down for. 

If a few weeks later you hadn’t met Spencer Reid. 

To say Spencer was the opposite of Luke in every single way was an understatement. 

Whereas Luke could be best described as gorgeous, Spencer was pretty. He had the prettiest eyes and smile you’d ever seen, almost knocking you for six the first time you’d met him. 

You’d been in a local bookstore, a stack of books in your arms so high you could barely see over them because of course you couldn’t decide what to buy so you were buying everything. 

It had been inevitable that you would bump into someone, and you had, your pile of books crashing down to the floor. 

You bent down to retrieve them and when you looked up someone was crouched in front of you, helping you gather them up.

Those hazel eyes and lop-sided smile as he handed you some books almost melted you on the spot. 

As he handed you the copy of Alice in Wonderland, he started telling you facts about Lewis Carroll, aka Charles Lutwidge Dodgson and his affinity for photography before he became an author. 

You hung off his every word, he sounded so sure of himself as he spoke. You would come to learn Spencer was only ever sure of himself when reciting facts and usually he was much less confident. 

He invited you for coffee in the bookstore cafe which you had eagerly accepted. 

For all intents and purposes, Spencer Reid was marriage material. 

He was without a doubt the kindest man you’d ever met, although he wasn’t without his share of darkness. He told you all about his time spent in prison for a crime he didn’t commit and how it had changed him to the point he sometimes didn’t recognise himself. 

But he was still incredibly kind and sweet, often sending you flowers or showing up with coffee just because he was thinking about you. 

And the sex was equally as mind blowing with Spencer as it was with Luke, just in different ways. 

Whereas you and Luke’s bedroom activities were somewhat animalistic, with Spencer it was slow, sensual and often went on for hours. 

You cared deeply for both men. But you’d always shied away from decision making so why start now? 

You weren’t hurting anyone. You made sure both Luke and Spencer were aware you were seeing someone else, that you weren’t solely dating them. 

They’d both been ok with it, at least they’d told you they were. 

But really, both men wanted more from you. Only neither of them wanted to risk losing you over forcing you to make a decision. 

Turns out they were a lot more alike than you thought. 

***

Spencer stifled a yawn as he exited the elevator, running his hands through his messy hair to try and tame it. 

He hoped it wasn’t noticeable that he was still wearing yesterday's clothes, trying to cover it with a cardigan from his go bag. 

He’d fully intended to go back to his apartment after dinner with you last night. But when you’d started kissing him on the sidewalk outside the restaurant and inviting him back to your place, he would have been an idiot to decline such an offer. 

Spencer was utterly smitten with you. He’d known from the start that you were seeing someone else and he tried to be ok with that. 

But the truth was, Spencer was falling in love with you and he knew it was going to end badly for him. He knew he should probably walk away before he got his heart broken. 

But you were a hard woman to give up. 

He strolled into the round table room where the rest of the team was already gathered, giving Emily an apologetic look for his tardiness. 

He’d told you he didn’t have time for that shower quicky this morning, but you’d been persistent. 

He set his satchel on the floor and slid into the chair, not noticing the eyes on him. 

“Everyone else is seeing this right?” Matt spoke up.

“The fact that the kid is wearing yesterday's clothes? Oh yeah, I see it.” Rossi chuckled, causing Spencer’s cheeks to flush red. 

“Is that a hickey?” Luke laughed, pointing at Spencer’s neck and Spencer slapped his hand away. 

“It most certainly is not.” He pulled his shirt collar up to cover his neck and the definite hickey you’d left on him. 

“Fun night, Reid?” Emily smirked at him.

“Can we…can we please just…the case, Garcia?” Spencer shrunk down in his chair. 

“Don’t sweat it.” Luke patted his back. “You should see the marks my girl leaves on me.” 

This only caused Spencer’s blush to deepen.

You were aware both the men you were seeing worked for the FBI but you had no idea they worked together. 

And Spencer and Luke also didn’t know the woman they were seeing was one in the same. 

Conveniently neither men had actually ever mentioned the name of the woman they were seeing. For almost six months it had never come to light that they were competing for the same woman’s affections. 

“Ok, that’s where I draw the line. My beautiful, fragile ears do not need to be tainted by talk of newbie’s sex life.” Garcia stepped in and Spencer was extremely thankful for the spotlight to be off of him. 

Garcia presented the case, a local one to which the whole team was pleased. 

Spencer’s attention waned in and out, subconsciously running his fingers over the hickey that felt like it was burning his skin. 

“What are you doing?” He chuckled as you sucked on his neck. 

“Marking you.” You moaned against his salty skin. 

“F-fuck, Y/N.” His toes curled at the sensation. “If my team sees that I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“You don’t want them to know you’re getting some good loving?” You giggled, continuing to suck on his flesh. 

When your hand moved down his body towards his shaft, Spencer’s protests died somewhere in his throat. 

“Reid? Did you hear me?”

He was snapped out of his thoughts by Emily’s voice. 

“Huh?” He blinked a few times. 

“You and Alvez are going to the crime scene.” She repeated. 

“Oh yeah. Sure.” He chewed on his lip. 

Luke laughed and nudged Spencer in the arm as he got up from the chair. 

“She’s got you whipped.” The other man chuckled. 

“Oh like you’re so much better.” Spencer scoffed. 

“It’s true, I got it bad.” Luke admitted as the two men headed across the bullpen. “Only problem is, she’s not the commitment type.” 

Spencer frowned a little as he followed Luke towards the elevators. 

“I have the same problem. She’s seeing this other guy. I don’t know anything about him but I feel like I have to constantly compete with this stranger.” 

“I hear you.” Luke sighed as they stepped inside and he jabbed the button for the ground floor. “But trust me when I say man, anyone competing with Spencer Reid will surely lose.” 

Spencer smiled softly at Luke as the elevator started its descent. 

“I hope you’re right. She’s…perfect.” 

They fell into silence after that as the elevator took them to the parking lot, both lost in thoughts about the same woman.

***

Two days later two more bodies had shown up. 

Luke and Spencer felt like it was Groundhog Day as they drove across town towards another crime scene. 

Luke had a stupid smile on his face, one Spencer knew to mean he’d gotten laid last night. 

He didn’t want to pry, but the drive was long as they sat in traffic so he couldn’t help himself but ask.

“I’m assuming by the stupid look on your face that you were with your girlfriend last night?” 

“Not my girlfriend. She’s very strict on that.” He chuckled but Spencer heard the sadness in his voice. “But yeah I was.” 

“What did you get up to?” Spencer asked innocently but the second he saw Luke’s cheeks redden, he regretted his question. 

“Oh…you know.” Luke hummed. 

“Oh. Oh.” Spencer swallowed, turning his attention out the window. “Cool. Awesome. Cool.” 

“Because you don’t spend as much time as humanly possible between the sheets with your girl?” Luke laughed. 

“No comment.”

“What are you, twelve years old?” Luke reached over and slapped him on the arm. “Your hickey the other day speaks volumes anyway, man.”

“She’s…feisty.” Spencer confessed. “I don’t think I’ve ever had so much sex in my life.”

“Good for you.” Luke smiled, happy for his friend. “I can’t wait to meet her.” 

“I…don’t think she’d be up for that. It’s strictly casual.” 

“Understood.” Luke nodded and after that the conversation filtered out. 

They arrived at the crime scene and as expected it was a near carbon copy of the others. This was definitely the same unsub. 

“I find it hard to believe with the level of sophistication this unsub is displaying that these kills are his first.” Spencer mused as he slipped on a pair of latex gloves. 

“Agreed. We should call Garcia and have her look into unsolved homicides with similar MO’s.” Luke patted his pockets for his phone but came up empty. “Shoot, my phone must be back in the SUV.” 

“Use mine.” Spencer fished his phone out his slacks pocket and handed the old device over to Luke. 

“Thanks man.” Luke looked down at the screen as Spencer went about inspecting the corpse.

An outgoing text message was already open on the screen, time stamped around an hour ago before they’d left Quantico. 

📲 Y/N Y/L/N: Hey, so I was wondering if you were free tonight and fancied doing something? All being well I shouldn’t be done with work too late. Let me know. Spencer.

Luke’s blood froze in his veins, hyper focused on the name the message was sent to. 

It couldn’t be, could it? Surely there was no way he and Spencer were seeing the same woman? 

It only occurred to him then that he actually didn’t know anything about the woman Spencer was seeing, not even her name. 

He knew you were seeing another guy, but again he didn’t know anything about him. 

Was it possible that the same woman who had left the hickey on Spencer’s neck was the same one who left scratch marks on Luke’s chest? 

“You ok?” Spencer glanced up at Luke from where he was crouched on the floor. 

“Uh yeah sorry.” Luke shook his head. “Don’t know how to use this ancient piece of junk.” 

Luke quit Spencer's messages and found Garcia’s number, distracting himself on work rather than focusing on his discovery.

***

You sighed as you contemplated your evening plans. Spencer had texted you that morning asking if you wanted to do something tonight and a few hours later Luke had texted you too. 

Decisions were not your forte. 

If you were honest with yourself, you knew which man you liked more deep down. 

Luke was amazing but there was just something about Spencer that captivated you. 

But that also scared you. Because Spencer Reid was the kind of man you could easily fall in love with, settle down with, but that’s not what you wanted, right? 

Your heart yearned for Spencer whereas with Luke it was more physical. 

But you had seen Luke last night, so it was only fair you saw Spencer tonight. And he had been the first to text you. 

You quickly shot off messages to both men before you could change your mind. 

See, you could make a decision every once in a while. 

📲 Spencer Reid: Sure Doc, what did you have in mind? ;) 

📲 Luke Alvez: Missing me already? I’d love to but I already have plans. Rain check? :)

***

Luke and Spencer’s phones went off alerting them to text messages almost simultaneously. 

Luke was driving back from the crime scene so he wasn’t able to check his phone. Spencer on the other hand moved so fast he made himself dizzy. 

He couldn’t stop the stupid smile that spread to his lips when he saw your reply. 

“Got a date?” Luke half-smiled at him, seeing the goofy expression on his friend's face. 

“Uh yeah.” Spencer blushed, tapping a reply before putting his phone away. 

Luke tried to hide his disappointment. If they really were seeing the same woman then he knew his message wasn’t going to put a smile on his face. 

He wasn’t sure why he was reluctant to tell Spencer. They could talk about it and clear things up, because there was no way they were dating the same woman. It had to be a coincidence.

But if it wasn’t a coincidence, Luke wasn’t sure he wanted to know. He didn’t want to burst the bubble. He already knew you were seeing someone else, did it really matter if that someone was Spencer? 

On second thoughts, yes that did matter. And he really didn’t want to know if he and the good doctor had been sleeping with the same woman. 

He’d rather live in blissful ignorance. 

***

You hated the way your heart skipped a beat at the sight of the messy haired genius as he made his way through the crowds in the bar towards you. 

He was just so damn pretty, you really couldn’t be blamed for the way you melted at just one glimpse of him. 

He wore a signature Spencer outfit, black slacks, scuffed converse and a navy shirt but had forgone his usual tie and cardigan. 

He was a little out of breath when he reached you, plopping down into the booth next to you, panting slightly. 

“I’m so sorry I’m late.” He smiled apologetically at you. 

“It’s ok, you’re worth waiting for.” You hooked your hand around the back of his neck and drew his lips to yours.

He visibly relaxed at your kiss, allowing himself to calm down now he was here, in your presence. 

He cupped your face as you parted your lips to deepen the kiss. 

No matter how many times he kissed you, Spencer would never get over the butterflies it induced. 

When you pulled back you were smiling at him and you stroked an errant curl back off his face. 

“I got you a soda.” You nodded to the table where his glass of soda sat next to your wine. 

“Thank you.” He placed one hand on your thigh under the table and used the other to take a sip of his drink. 

“How’s work?” 

“Same old. You know I don’t like talking to you about that stuff. It’s…pretty gruesome.” 

“I’m not a child.” You pouted a little and Spencer’s eyes were immediately drawn to your lips. 

“You most certainly are not.” He put his drink down and cupped your cheek again. “Why are we wasting time here?”

You smirked at him and leant in closer to him. 

“You want to get me alone, Doctor?” 

“More than anything in the world.” He smirked back. 

“Let’s get out of here then.” You gave him a quick peck before shuffling out of the booth. 

You grabbed him by the hand and pulled him along with you towards the exit of the bar.

***

Your plans to get Spencer to the bedroom as quickly as possible were thwarted by your overly excited dog. 

Duke was instantly jumping all over the both of you, covering you in slobbery dog kisses.

“Ok, ok boy, down.” You laughed, patting his head. “I don’t think Spencer enjoys it as much as I do.” 

“I don’t mind.” Spencer tried to insist, despite the fact he knew about every single one of the bacteria that lived on dogs tongues.

He’d do just about anything for you, for you to see he was the one and only man you should be with. 

Even if it meant catching a nasty disease from your dog.

Spencer spent a little time petting Duke much to the mutt's enjoyment. But before long you were pulling him away from the dog. 

“Did you come here to pet my dog or can I interest you in pussy instead?” 

Spencer hissed through his teeth, a shudder passing up his spine as he turned his back on Duke. 

He dropped his satchel on the floor before wrapping his arms around you. 

“I’ve always been more of a cat man.” He teased as he pressed his lips against yours. 

You dragged him towards the bedroom while he deepened the kiss. 

Clothes were shed on route, littering your apartment and by the time you reached the bed you were both naked. 

The two of you spent all night until the early hours of the morning fumbling between the sheets. 

And when you eventually fell asleep wrapped in Spencer’s arms you knew you could be happy this way for the rest of your life. 

But in order to do that, you’d have to first end things with Luke. 

And that wasn’t something you were ready to make a decision on. 

***

“What does this other guy have that I don’t?”

You looked up from your book at him, a slight frown on your face. 

The dogs were curled up together asleep on the floor and you were on the couch with your feet on his lap. 

“Huh?” You closed your book.

“This other guy you’re seeing. What does he have that I don’t?” Luke questioned you. 

It had been a week or so since he’d seen the text on Spencer’s phone and he’d grown more paranoid with each passing day. 

Only he couldn’t bring himself to actually ask you or Spencer about it. 

“Don’t start that.” You shook your head. 

“Start what?” 

“That’s the kind of prelude to asking me to choose between you. And I won’t do it.” 

“What’s he like? Just tell me about him.” Luke reached for you and pulled you closer until you were straddling in his lap. 

“No way. What kind of foreplay is that?” You chuckled as he ran his hands up and down your sides.

“Humour me?”

“Nuh uh. I don’t kiss and tell, Alvez.” You wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“What’s his name?” Luke started kissing down your neck to try and loosen you up. 

“His name? Oh it’s noneofyourbusiness.” 

“You’re cruel.” He spoke against your skin. 

“Luke,” you stilled him, cupping his jaw and guiding him to look at you. “Stop this, please? Can we not just enjoy the time we spend together?”

“I hate the idea of you with someone else.” He confessed. 

It wasn’t something he’d ever given much thought to. He didn’t let himself dwell on the fact you were dating someone else. 

Until he found out who that someone was. 

Every time he looked at you or Spencer he couldn’t help but think of the two of you together. Was Spencer a better kisser than him? Was Spencer better in bed than he was? 

It was sending Luke spiralling down a rabbit a hole. Yes he hated the idea of you with someone else but more specifically, he hated the idea of you with him. 

You sighed and slid off Luke's lap and onto your feet.

“You knew the deal when we started seeing each other. I’m indecisive. I want to have my cake and eat it too. I made it perfectly clear when we met that I’m not a one man kind of girl, Luke. If you can’t handle that then…”

Luke stood too and quickly took hold of your hands. 

“I can handle it.” He said even though he wasn’t sure he could. 

He didn’t want to share you with Spencer. But he also didn’t want to lose you.

“Are you sure? I’m not going to magically wake up one day and decide I’m all in, Luke. I’m not going to change.”

“I know. And I’m sure.” He smiled at you but you didn’t believe him. 

But he knew the situation and he was a grown man. If he wanted to pretend he was ok with this you weren’t going to argue with him. 

You just hoped it didn’t come back to bite you in the ass. 

You allowed Luke to kiss you and your thoughts melted away as he started leading you towards the bedroom. 

God how you loved the way he made you feel. But why were you thinking of Spencer? 

***

A few weeks later Luke was still keeping his findings on Spencer’s phone to himself. He tried to push it to the back of his mind as best as he could but he couldn’t help but feel as though he was competing with the younger man. 

Whilst Spencer probably had no idea. 

Luke knew Spencer was with you last night because of the new set of hickeys on his neck and the dumb smile on his face. 

Luke liked you a lot, more than a lot, but he didn’t know it was enough to have to deal with this. 

Spencer was blissfully ignorant to the whole thing, so caught up in the way he felt about you that he was in his own little bubble. 

But bubbles have a tendency to pop. 

He was heading down the corridor to go and check with Garcia on a case they were working when he heard voices around the corner. 

Spencer was not one for eavesdropping, he minded his own business and left people to theirs. 

But for some reason he found himself slowing and soon he was at a complete standstill, just out of sight from the voices. 

“I want to take her away from the weekend but I don’t know if she’d be up for it.” Luke’s voice carried to Spencer’s ears. 

“Trust me, Alvez, a woman wouldn’t turn her nose up at a weekend away.” Tara laughed. 

“My friend has this great little cabin out near Roanoke. The dogs would love it up there. And you know…I’m sure we would too.” 

“Oh she has a dog too?” 

“Yeah, a Siberian husky called Duke. He adores Roxy.” 

“Duke and Luke? That’s cute.” Tara chuckled again. 

Spencer fell back against the wall, the rest of the conversation fading away. 

A Siberian husky called Duke. 

Could it possibly be the same Siberian husky called Duke that Spencer allowed to cover him in saliva every time he went to your place? 

Surely it couldn’t be the same Siberian husky called Duke that had laid his head in Spencer’s lap while he read on your couch? The one that Spencer had walked with you on multiple occasions? 

Surely life wasn’t so cruel for Luke to be the man he was competing for your affections over? 

There was no possible outcome where anyone in their right mind would favour geeky Spencer Reid over strong and handsome Luke Alvez. 

Spencer was fucked. There was no way this would end well for him. Luke was twice the man he’d ever be. 

He closed his eyes and rubbed them with his palms. 

All the times he and Luke had discussed you and he’d had no idea you were talking about the same woman. 

Did Luke know? Was Spencer just some kind of joke to the two of you? 

Before he could spiral down into his detrimental thoughts, he heard footsteps coming his way. 

He quickly pushed himself away from the wall and started back down the corridor before Luke and Tara saw him. 

But he was left reeling. 

He couldn’t help picture Luke’s hands all over you, kissing you and rolling between your sheets. 

Luke was everything Spencer wasn’t and Spencer was sure now it was inevitable he was going to get his heart broken. 

What was he going to do? Did he confront Luke? Confront you? Or did he just sit idly by and wait for you to leave him because Luke was better than him in every way? 

Of all the women in DC, how was it possible you’d both found the same one? 

Spencer had a difficult decision on his hands. Usually he was pretty good at split second thinking, he had to be in his line of work. 

But like you, Spencer found himself shrinking away from making a choice. Because surely any choice he made would end in heartbreak? 

*** 

Subconsciously or not, he wasn’t sure, but Spencer started distancing himself from both you and Luke. 

Every time you text him he would reply that he was busy with work and couldn’t see you. 

It killed him to do so and he knew he was only digging his own grave. The less time you spent with Spencer meant more time for you to spend with Luke.

More time for you to fall in love with Luke and not Spencer. 

Really he should have been spending as much time with you as possible, monopolising your time so you didn’t even have a chance to think about Luke. 

But Spencer didn’t think that would work. He remembered Luke saying to him once, “anyone competing with Spencer Reid will surely lose.”

Maybe anyone who isn’t Luke Alvez. 

Spencer was undoubtedly in love with you and he knew how dumb that was. You’d always made it clear you weren’t looking to settle down and that you weren’t the monogamous type. Spencer knew this. But it didn’t stop him falling for you. 

He knew that made him an idiot but he couldn’t help himself, it had happened without his knowledge for the most part. 

After another few weeks he noticed Luke’s demeanour changed drastically one day. And it was so unfair that Spencer’s first hope was that it was because of you. 

He didn’t want to see his friend upset and heartbroken, of course not. But if the two of you were over, maybe Spencer stood a chance? 

He hated thinking that way. Luke was his friend and their friendship was more important than any woman. 

Right? 

Right?

If that were so, why did an overwhelming sense of joy run through Spencer’s veins when he heard Luke telling Matt, “my girl dumped me.” 

Spencer felt terrible for the contentedness he felt hearing those words. He spent all day wondering if he should call you. 

Even once he was home he stared at the device like it was taunting him. 

Should he call you? 

Weirdly, just as he had this thought, his phone started ringing. 

The number flashing on the screen wasn’t one he knew and he frowned slightly and pushed himself up from the couch as he placed the device to his ear. 

“Hello?” 

“Uh…Spencer?” A female voice, not one he recognised. 

“Who is this?” He started pacing. 

A stretch of silence met his waiting ears and the hairs on the back of his neck stood to attention.

He’d been an FBI agent long enough to know when he should be afraid of silence. 

“My name is Lauren. I uh…got your number from my friend's phone.” 

“Friend?” Spencer stopped by the window and glanced down at the street, his eyes quickly taking in the surrounding area. 

Should he be scared? 

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.”

Spencer’s footing faltered, stumbling away from the window slightly as her words engulfed him. 

Yes, he should be scared. But not for the reasons he thought. 

“What’s going on? Is she ok?” Panic ripped through his body, coursing up and down his veins and spreading like wildfire. 

His chest tightened, causing his breathing to grow ragged as he started pacing again, unable to keep still. 

“She was in an accident. Her car was side swiped by a truck. She’s in surgery. When they retrieved her phone, your contact information was on the screen like she planned to call you. And she talks about you…a lot. I thought maybe she’d…want you here or…” Lauren trailed off as a small sob left her lips, catapulting it’s way to Spencer’s ears. 

Spencer froze in his pacing, letting her words wash over him and sink into his pores. 

He immediately felt tears trying to push their way from his eyes but he couldn’t cry. Not now. There would be time for that later. 

Now he needed to focus. 

Action first. Breakdowns later. 

“Where is she?” He kept his voice levelled, hoping to calm the woman on the phone. 

“G-George Washington University H-Hospital.” She choked out. 

“I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Spencer informed her before hanging up the phone. 

***

The drive to the hospital was a blur and Spencer didn’t think he would have possibly been able to drive if it wasn’t for his years on the job. 

He focused on his training. Stay calm. Keep breathing. Focus on the bigger picture. 

Never let emotions get in the way. 

He had to tuck away all the things he was feeling. He couldn’t dwell on the things Lauren had told him. 

You talked about him. A lot. You were going to call him. Why? 

It had been weeks since he’d last see you. Why were you going to call? Did you miss him? He certainly missed you. 

Would he ever get a chance to find out? 

In the waiting area of the trauma surgery wing of the hospital, he spotted a terrified looking woman around your age he assumed to be your friend Lauren. 

He cautiously approached her, she was staring at the tiled floor and he didn’t want to startle her. 

He’d dreamed of you introducing him to his friends but he never expected it to be under such circumstances. 

He stopped in front of the girl and cast her in his shadow which caused her to glance up. 

Her eyes were red rimmed and her cheeks streaked with tears. She blinked a few times as if trying to focus. 

“Spencer?” She swallowed, her voice low and croaky. 

He nodded stiffly, hands planted firmly in his pockets. 

“You must be Lauren.” He chewed on his bottom lip. 

“Thank you for coming. You’re just like she described.” She shot him a shaky smile. 

Spencer felt his cheeks burn. 

You’d described him? You talked about him. Was that why you’d broken up with Luke…?

…Luke. 

Shit. 

Luke would want to know you were here. Spencer couldn’t in good conscience keep this from him. 

“Excuse me a moment, I need to make a call.” He smiled softly at Lauren before turning away and going to find a quiet place to call his friend. 

***

Luke had a lot of questions which Spencer expertly deflected over the phone. 

There would be time to explain everything later. 

By the time Luke arrived at the hospital you were out of surgery and still unconscious. 

Spencer slumped in the worn leather chair in the room, vigil at your bedside while Lauren went to your apartment to get you some clothes and other bits. 

Spencer ghosted his fingers over your cold skin, tracing from your knuckles to your biceps, skirting around the needle from the IV. 

Your face was littered with cuts and bruises. You’d suffered a head trauma and superficial wounds but other than that you were relatively intact. 

Spencer wished that offered him comfort. But the head trauma could mean you never woke up and if you did you might never be the same again. 

He’d do anything for you to open your eyes again. He’d make a deal with the devil if he had to. He’d go back to prison if it somehow meant you’d be ok. 

Time passed by steadily. He counted your shallow breaths, eyes flicking between you and the heart monitor. 

He wished there was something he could do. He felt utterly powerless just sitting idly by as you fought for your life. He felt about as useful as the chair holding up his exhausted body. 

The door tentatively opened and heavy boots on the floor alerted Spencer to his company. 

Luke stepped inside the room, bringing with him the brief noise wafting in behind from outside the silent room. 

The door closed and the quiet returned just as quickly as it had left. 

Luke kept his eyes on you as he padded around to the chair opposite Spencer. Spencer observed him carefully. 

He’d been crying, he could tell in the way his eyes were bloodshot. Was Spencer supposed to be crying? Wasn’t that a reasonable reaction in this situation? 

But crying wasn’t going to help. Crying wouldn’t get you to wake up. It wouldn’t prevent any damage that had been done to your brain. 

Luke spent a while looking over your battered body, rubbing his fingers up and down your arm like Spencer had been doing moments before. 

When he finally glanced up, Spencer was already looking right at him. 

“Is she going to be ok?” His voice sounded as though he’d just be awoken from a long sleep. 

Spencer’s body heaved with the weight of the sigh he exuded.

“I don’t honestly know.” 

Luke’s eyes instantly glazed over with tears again. 

“How did you know about us?” Luke sniffed them back. 

“I uh…heard you talking to Lewis a while ago about a Siberian husky called Duke. I wanted it to be a coincidence but I knew it wasn’t.” Spencer barely recognised the sound leaving his lips as his own voice. “And I’m going to assume by the fact you weren’t surprised I was here that you knew about us too.” 

“Remember a while back when I used your phone to call Garcia? You’d left a message from her open on your screen.” Luke swallowed, lounging back in the chair.

“You’ve known that long?” Spencer’s eyebrows furrowed. “Why didn’t you say anything?” 

Luke ran his hand over his jaw, the stubble growing there rough against his finger tips. 

“I don’t know.” He sighed as he spoke. “I guess I was scared. I meant it when I said anyone competing against Spencer Reid would lose. And I did.” 

“I don’t think that’s true.” Spencer was quick to counter. 

“She dumped me for another guy. You can’t tell me that wasn’t you.” Luke looked and sounded heart broken and it made Spencer feel guilty for some unknown reason. 

If he’d known from the start it was Luke you were seeing, would it have made a difference? Would Spencer have taken a step back, bowed out before he’d gotten in this deep? 

He had no way to know. 

“I have no idea Luke. I haven’t seen her in weeks so I really don’t think it was me she was talking about. The truth is, we don’t know how many guys she was seeing.” Spencer felt his chest constrict at the sheer thought. 

How many guys were there? 

Before Luke could respond, not that he had anything to say, the door opened and closed again revealing a slightly disheveled looking woman. 

She smiled softly at Spencer before her brows creased as she took Luke in. 

She looked him up and down a few times before the frown faded. 

“Luke?” The woman croaked.

“Uh…yeah?” Luke looked between Spencer and the woman. 

“I’m Lauren, Y/N’s best friend. She told me about both of you.” Lauren shrugged. 

Ever the gentleman, Spencer quickly hauled himself up from his chair to allow Lauren to sit with her friend. 

She nodded a small thanks before sliding into it. 

Spencer awkwardly retreated to the corner of the room, feeling every bit as uncomfortable as the situation called for. 

“I spoke to the doctor.” Lauren placed her hand on top of yours and kept her eyes on you. “He doesn’t know if or when she’ll wake up. He also doesn’t know what state she’ll be in if she does wake up. It doesn’t bode well for the baby.” 

Spencer and Luke’s eyes caught each other in an instant. 

Both men’s faces paled, turning them both white as sheets. 

They subconsciously questioned each other. 

Did you know?

Who’s is it? 

Who’s going to ask?

Luke seemed to lose the unspoken battle and with a sigh he looked away from Spencer to Lauren. 

“Uh…did you say baby?” 

Lauren looked up at Luke and then Spencer. Both men had matching confused expressions.

“She didn’t…she didn’t tell you?” Lauren’s eyes were wider than Spencer thought was even possible. “Well shit.” 

“Which one of us was she supposed to tell?” Luke spoke again, his voice much more even than Spencer would assume his own would be. 

“I…I don’t know.” Lauren sighed, reaching to stroke your cheek softly. “She was ten weeks. She had a noninvasive prenatal paternity test done the second she could. She called me this morning and told me she’d gotten the results. I’m not even sure she’d looked at them herself yet.”

“To do a DNA test she would have to have our DNA.” Spencer finally spoke and as expected his voice pitched as he spoke. 

“It wasn’t exactly protocol, but she said something about having one of your toothbrushes and a hairbrush? I guess you left them at her apartment.” 

“Were there any other guys apart from us?” Luke sounded much like he was interrogating a criminal. 

“Not as far as I’m aware. And she told me everything.” 

Luke’s eyes cast back upwards towards Spencer. 

“One of us is the father of her child.” His voice cracked now as though he was just realising the weight of this. 

“Yeah.” Spencer croaked back, swallowing a sizable lump that had formed in his throat. 

Spencer felt like the walls were somehow closing in on him. The room got smaller and smaller around him and everyone else in the room became hazy. 

You were pregnant. You were pregnant with a baby which could be his. But it could also be Luke’s. 

And if you didn’t wake up, the baby wouldn’t make it to term. He might have to grieve for a baby that he would never know was his or not. 

His breaths started to wrack his whole body. He knew he was having a panic attack but he didn’t know how to stop it. 

Deep breaths Spencer, deep breaths.

It didn’t work. His breathing became more heightened, his legs wobbling beneath him as he swayed on the spot. 

A figure moved closer to him but Spencer couldn’t see enough to work out who it was. 

“Reid? Reid?” The voice was far off, almost ghost-like. “Reid, can you hear me? You’re having a panic attack.” 

“Yes.” Was all he could respond. 

“Can you breathe with me, Reid?” Luke kept a firm hold on his shoulders while Spencer nodded dumbly. “Deep breath in, hold it, hold it. Exhale. Inhale, hold it. Exhale.” 

Spencer tried to focus on Luke’s words and his breathing. 

In and out. In and out. In and out. 

Slowly his breathing started evening out and Luke let go of him so he could pour him a glass of water. 

Spencer’s hand was still shaking as he took the plastic cup and brought it to his lips. 

“Fuck.” He mumbled between sips, using his free hand to rub his eye with his palm. 

Luke recognised the gesture as something he did a lot after his release from prison. Spencer never really had gotten over his PTSS and Luke could see the stress of this situation bringing it to the surface. 

“You ok, man?” Luke asked him softly. 

“Uh, yeah I think so.” Spencer exhaled. “I uh…I need to go.” 

He placed the cup back on the side table and collected his bag and jacket. 

Neither Luke or Lauren argued with him. 

He gave you one last glance as he headed to the door. 

Once he was in the comfort of his own home, Spencer finally let the weight of the situation come crashing down on him. 

He barely made it to his couch before he broke, tears streaming heavily from his eyes as he curled up into a ball and sobbed. 

He was so undeniably in love with you but he may never get to tell you that. He may never get to know who’s baby you were carrying. 

And even if you did wake up, what if the baby was Luke’s? How did he possibly begin to reconcile the fact the love of his life was carrying another man’s baby? 

The dull ache in his heart spread rapidly, encompassing his whole chest. If he didn’t know any better he might think he was having a heart attack. 

No, not a heart attack, he thought, clutching his chest. Another panic attack. 

He forced himself to focus on his breathing. In and out. In and out. He kept his eyes trained on one spot on the wall and tried to empty his brain of everything that didn’t directly pertain to his breathing. 

It had been a really long time since Spencer last suffered a panic attack and now he’d had two in one day. 

He had them a lot as a child but as he’d grown older he learnt how to control his panic before one set in. 

He’d been in more dangerous situations over the years than he cared to count. He’d faced down hundreds of serial killers, been abducted and put in prison and not once did he allow himself to get in this state. 

But there were too many potentially bad outcomes to this scenario for Spencer to trick his body into calming down. 

He forced himself to sit up and leant forward until his head was between his knees. He focused on the carpet beneath his feet and breathed in and out. In and out. 

The statistical probability of you waking up and the baby being his and your wanting to be together as a family was so slim that no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t calm himself. 

His heavy breathing was causing his head to spin which in turn caused the carpet beneath his feet to spin. 

He felt like he was losing his touch on reality. And at some point his brain's only option was to shut down entirely in an attempt to protect him. 

Everything suddenly went dark and finally Spencer had a small sliver of peace. 

***

When he woke he was in a crumpled heap on his living room floor. His body ached from sleeping on the uncomfortable wooden surface and his head throbbed. 

He rolled onto his back with a groan, rubbing his eyes with his palms. He was still fully dressed, shoes included. He had no idea of the time other than the fact sunlight was streaming in through the windows. 

He pushed himself up on his elbows and then slowly into a sitting position. 

He felt like he’d been repeatedly bashed over the head with a two by four and the ache spread down his neck and spine. 

He was far from well rested. 

Just as he considered crawling into bed and trying to get an extra few hours sleep his phone alerted him to a new message. 

He groaned again, fishing it out of his pocket. 

It was Garcia. They had a case. 

How the fuck was he supposed to get his mind to focus on work with everything that was going on? Hopefully work could provide him a much needed reprieve from his thoughts.  

With too much on his mind, Spencer didn’t even think of showering or changing or even brushing his teeth, just made a strong cup of coffee to go and left the apartment. 

His morning ritual oversight didn’t even occur to him until he stepped into the bullpen and headed to his desk. 

“Why are you wearing the same clothes as yesterday?” JJ gave him a suggestive nudge in the arm. 

“I don’t want to talk about it.” He didn’t meet her gaze, scared if he did he would crumble in an instant. 

“Have you showered? You smell…ripe.” She took a step backwards and really took in his appearance.

His shirt was wrinkled beneath his cardigan and his tie was almost completely off to one side. His hair was matted, she knew he didn’t do much with his hair but he hadn’t even seemed to run his fingers through it like normal. 

“I uh…no I didn’t.” He shook his head.

“What’s going on?” JJ frowned in confusion, instantly worried about her friend. 

The door to the bullpen swung open and Luke slumped in just then. He’d at least changed clothes but he looked nearly as haggard at Spencer. 

“I told you, I don’t want to talk about it.” He set his bag down on the desk and before JJ could say anymore Emily’s door opened. 

“Round table room.” She informed them all before marching towards the room herself. 

Spencer was thankful for the distraction. 

Luke shot him a glance before Spencer had a chance to move too far and with a sigh Spencer hung back a little. 

“You feeling any better, man?” Luke spoke in hushed tones. 

He seemed genuinely concerned for Spencer whilst Spencer had just been looking at Luke like his competition. They were still friends, he reminded himself.

“I don’t even know.” Spencer admitted. “I had another panic attack when I got home and ended up passing out on the floor I guess. I didn’t even shower or change my clothes this morning.”

“I can tell.” Luke teased although his heart didn’t sound in it. “We need to tell Emily what’s going on. She needs to know what’s going on with us.”

Spencer pulled a face as they started up the stairs.

“I don’t relish the idea of anyone knowing we were dating the same woman. Let alone the fact she’s pregnant with one of our kids.” Spencer groaned, saying it out loud. “But you’re probably right.” 

They reached the round table room and the conversation came to an end as they slipped into the two last remaining chairs. 

Neither of them could properly focus on Garcia’s presentation of the case. 

Not when your life and the life of your unborn child lay in the balance.

***

The case was at least a local one, neither Spencer nor Luke could have brought themselves to leave the state while you were in hospital. 

After Emily gave out assignments Luke coaxed Spencer into joining him in Emily’s office. 

The last thing Spencer wanted was to have anyone find out about this horrible situation he’d found himself in. 

And as he listened to Luke explain everything to Emily, it was clear she wasn’t too enthralled by the situation either. 

“Oh boy.” She sat back in her chair, blowing a large breath out of her mouth. “That’s…I’m sorry. If there’s anything I can do…”

“Thanks Emily. We just thought you should know.” Luke spoke on both of their accounts. 

He kept using terms like we and us but Spencer hadn’t said a single word. 

“Just try and focus on the case as much as you can. I know it won’t be easy but there’s nothing you can do for Y/N until she wakes up.” 

“If she wakes up.” Spencer muttered under his breath but both Luke and Emily heard him. 

“You can’t think like that, Reid.” Emily spoke softly, as though he was a child who needed protecting from the harsh realities of the world. 

Maybe he did. 

“I can’t not think like that.” Spencer suddenly pushed the chair back and stood up. “She might not wake up. I’m not going to let my hopes get up by thinking she will. She may very well die and we might never know who’s…who’s…” he trailed off when his breathing started getting erratic. 

For fuck sake, not again, he thought as he fell back to the chair.

He put his head between his knees and forced himself to breathe. 

In and out Reid. Just in and out. It’s not fucking hard. 

A hand between his shoulder blades startled him. It started rubbing up and down his spine while a voice mumbled, “it’s ok, Spencer. Deep breaths.”

It seemed like some kind of joke that Luke had to keep calming him down like this. Luke was dealing with the same situation as him, he wasn’t fair he had to keep looking after Spencer this way. 

“He had a panic attack at the hospital too. He said he had one last night as well.” Luke’s voice sounded distant even though he was right next to him. 

“Are you ok to work the case?” Emily sounded even further away.

“I think so, yeah.” Luke replied while continuing to rub Spencer’s back. 

“Spencer? Spence, can you hear me?” Emily sounded a little louder now and he felt her presence crouching next to him. 

He didn’t want to speak for fear of losing his breathing rhythm so he lifted a hand and gave her a thumbs up. 

“I’m going to have Anderson take you home. You’re no good to us like this. Once you’re feeling better you can still consult on the case but you need to go home, ok?” 

Spencer wanted to argue but he knew it would only raise his blood pressure and cause his breathing to grow frantic again. 

So instead he gave her another thumbs up. 

Luke stayed with him, stroking his back but he heard Emily leave the room. 

Once the two men were alone Spencer forced himself to speak, head still between his legs. 

“S-sorry.” He panted slightly, trying to keep control of his breathing. 

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry for.” 

Spencer took a few more breaths, hoping he’d calmed himself enough and sat back to look at Luke.

“How are you…h-how are you so ok?” Spencer had tears behind his eyes. 

It was a strange one eighty from the hospital yesterday when Luke was breaking down and Spencer couldn’t bring himself to feel the weight of it all. 

Once he’d let the weight sink in, he couldn’t shake it. 

“I’m not ok.” Luke shrugged. “I’m just…trying to get through it.”

Spencer simply nodded, knowing that whatever he said could very well cause him to panic again. 

Luke stayed with him until Anderson came to take him home. He was grateful the rest of the team were out of the office working the case because he really didn’t need to explain to everyone what was going on. 

Luke watched him being led out of the bullpen with a heavy heart. 

Of course he was scared, terrified really and he wanted your baby to be his more than anything else in the world. 

But if it wasn’t his, Luke wouldn’t be destroyed by it. But Spencer certainly would. 

He was crazy about you, besotted by you. But maybe he didn’t love you the way Spencer did. 

***

Spencer spent three days locked inside his apartment with way too much time to be stuck in his thoughts. 

Every time he bordered on having a panic attack he thought maybe going to see you would help alleviate some of his fears. But the thought of seeing you unconscious again, fighting for your life only sped up the process of his inevitable attack. 

At last count Spencer had suffered seventeen panic attacks over those three days. Some were completely debilitating, lasting until he ultimately passed out and some were much more manageable. 

He’d not felt this level of anxiety since he was a child being profusely bullied for not only being incredibly smart but for being much younger than his peers. 

For the first time in a long time, Spencer considered drinking. Alcohol was a sedative so he thought maybe having a little to drink would help ease his fractured mind. 

But he also knew those effects would only be short term. Drinking alcohol disrupts the balance of chemicals and processes in the brain. When he sobered up it would only make his anxiety worse. 

By day three logically he knew he needed to shower as his pungent odour followed him around much like the large rain cloud. 

But actually doing so required more energy than Spencer had left in his body. 

Instead he sat in the tub with the shower running overhead, still dressed in his silk pajamas. He pulled his knees up to his chest and stared straight ahead as the water flowed around him. 

He sat in the tub like this for almost an hour, trying not to dwell too much on the fact the last time he’d bathed like this was after his release from prison. 

For weeks after his release Spencer hadn’t been able to shower properly. Maybe it was because prison showers were one of the worst experiences of his life. 

Being naked in front of his fellow inmates and guards with absolutely no privacy while he bathed was the most demoralising moment of Spencer’s life. 

So for weeks after he’d come home, showering was too much for him. It was a slippery slope for him to be resorting to his coping mechanisms after prison but he didn’t care. 

He hadn’t eaten much of anything in those three days. He drank copious amounts of coffee with his usual gratuitous amount of sugar which was probably the only thing keeping him going. 

He remembered eating a slice of dry toast as bread seemed to be the only thing in his sparse cupboards. He couldn’t pinpoint when exactly he’d eaten though. 

Lauren texted him most mornings and evenings, usually just a simple “no change”. 

Luke had tried to call several times as had Emily but he ignored them. He continued to ignore Luke when he came to his apartment yesterday too. 

“Reid, I know you’re in there. Please just let me know that you’re alive at the very least.” 

It was very reminiscent of the period of Spencer’s life after Maeve’s death, when his team would come over and beg for some sign of life out of him. 

You’d think after all the trauma suffered in his life, Spencer would have developed better coping mechanisms. But still the only way Spencer knew how to deal with his emotions was to shut down entirely. 

Of course it wasn’t healthy, he was well aware of that. He just had no idea how else to deal with them. 

He finally forced himself out of the tub when the water started to run cold. His bathroom was quickly soaked from the water pooling off his pajamas but if he noticed he didn’t do anything about it. 

He slumped through to his bedroom, water rolling down and seeping into the carpet. He stripped off the sodden clothing and tossed them in a pile on the floor to deal with later. 

Without bothering to dry himself off he pulled on a clean pair of boxers under a pair of flannel pajama pants and an old CalTech t-shirt. 

He sagged onto the unmade bed and rolled over onto his side, pulling his limbs close to his body. 

The lamp was still on but he’d be damned if he was moving again. 

He knew he wouldn’t sleep, he didn’t even know what time of day it was if truth be told. His curtains had been drawn since he’d been sent home three days ago so he had no idea if it was day or night. 

He also didn’t care. 

His pillow beneath his face became wet quickly as it collected the water rolling off his hair. His clothes clung to his damp body but neither were cause for concern. 

He stared at the half open bathroom door for some time. He’d lost track of time days ago so he had no way of knowing how long he just stared. 

When his phone started to ring from its place on the nightstand, his initial reaction was to ignore it, just like he’s done every other time it’s gone off the past three days. 

However this time, something in Spencer’s gut told him he needed to answer it. He didn’t know why. But he’s also not in the business of ignoring his gut. 

Pushing himself up from the mattress a groan escaped his lips as his body screamed for rest. He ignored it and reached for the device. 

Lauren’s name flashed on the screen and Spencer’s chest tightened in an instant. She hasn’t called him the past three days. Only text. 

What did that mean? 

Fumbling with the device he answered the call as fast as he could before holding it to his ear. 

“Hello? Is she ok?” His panic set in immediately. 

A long stretch of silence met his ears and his panic only grew. 

“Lauren? What’s happened? Please say something.” 

“She’s…she’s awake Spencer. Y/N is awake.” 

Before Spencer knew what was happening he was crying. There was no warning to it, one second he was completely dry eyed and the next he was practically sobbing down the phone.

“Oh my gosh.” He moved without the forethought to do so, locating his converse and slipping them on his feet. “I’ll be right there.”

“Spencer, there’s something you should know. She’s-“

“I won’t be long!” He barely registered Lauren’s words before he hung up, grabbing his overcoat and throwing it on top of his pajamas. 

Phone and keys in hand he fled the apartment faster than he’d moved in days, maybe ever. 

You were awake. You weren’t dead. It had to be some kind miracle. 

Hopefully the universe would grant him another miracle in the form of your baby being his. 

***

He blinked a few times, looking at Lauren like she could very well have grown two heads. 

She waited patiently for her words to sink in. 

Spencer continued to blink rapidly as though that would help him process her words. 

After a while of this Lauren spoke again.

“Did you hear me?” She was blocking the door to your hospital room although she was much smaller than Spencer and was sure he could get past her if he wanted to. 

“Yes.” He finally spoke. “She…she’s got…”

“Amnesia.” Lauren swallowed. “She doesn’t remember anything Spencer. She doesn’t know me or you or Luke, let alone who her baby belongs to. Hell, she didn’t know her own name.” 

“Amnesia.” Spencer repeated as though saying it himself would cause it to make more sense. It didn’t. “Is it…permanent?” 

“The doctors aren’t sure at this stage. She needs to be properly assessed and even then they won’t know for sure.” 

“Can I see her?” 

“You can but you need to bear in mind she won’t remember you. I’ve told her who you are and that you could possibly be the father of her child but she’s very confused right now.” 

“My mother has dementia, I can deal with confused.” Spencer sighed. 

“Right. Ok.” Lauren didn’t really know how to respond to that so instead she stepped aside and allowed Spencer access to your room.

Spencer had learnt with his mother it was best to just keep positive. Act as though everything was normal and field the confused questioning when it came.

Stepping into the room and seeing your eyes open and looking at him made his heart swell. He smiled softly as he came closer to the side of your bed. 

He wanted to reach out and touch you but he refrained. He didn’t want to risk agitating you. 

“Hi Y/N.” He slid into the chair next to the bed and forced his tears to stay buried behind his eyes. 

“Spencer, right? That’s what she said.” You nodded your head towards the closed door where Lauren stood just beyond it. 

“That’s right. Spencer Reid.” 

You narrowed your eyes on him with a small nod. 

“She said you might be my baby’s father.” 

“Apparently so.” Spencer nodded too. 

“But there was another guy?” 

“Luke. Alvez. Should I call him?” Spencer didn’t necessarily want to call Luke but he’d do anything you wanted. 

“Not right now. My head is enough of a mess as it is. You know each other?” You frowned at him. 

“We uh…work together. I don’t think you knew that though. We only realised recently we were dating the same woman.” 

“Well this is a nice little mess I’ve gotten myself into isn’t it?” You placed your hands on your stomach which was yet to show signs of the small fetus growing inside of you. 

“None of this is your fault, Y/N.” Spencer went to reach for you but refrained once again. “We’ll figure this out. Don’t worry.” 

It was easy for him to say, all you could do was worry. You’d woken up in a hospital with no idea how you’d gotten there, no idea who you were or anything in your life for that matter. 

How could you not worry? 

But there was something very calming about Spencer’s presence. The look in his eyes when he told not to worry made you momentarily calm. 

You could understand why you must have liked Spencer. He was incredibly attractive even if he was wearing…were those pajamas? 

He had kind eyes and a soft, gentle smile. His voice was tranquil and you could see it written all over his features how much he cared about you. 

Did you love him? And if you did, why was there another guy involved? 

“I’m sorry, Spencer.” Your voice cracked a little as you spoke. 

“What have you got to be sorry for?” 

“All of this. I’m sorry I don’t remember you.” A tear escaped your eye and this time Spencer couldn’t stop himself. 

He’d shot up and cupped your face in his hands, wiping the tears suddenly falling steadily with his thumb. 

His hands were large and slightly calloused. They were warm and comforting. 

“Don’t you apologise.” He told you softly. “You have nothing to be sorry for, do you hear me?” 

You nodded but your tears continued to fall. Spencer wiped away every last one of them. 

Your brain might not remember him but you were sure in that moment that your heart did. His touch was so familiar and those hazel eyes staring lovingly at you tugged at something inside of you.

You wanted to remember him. You needed to. Because you were sure your heart knew him intimately. You just wished your mind did.

***

Luke arrived a few hours later after Spencer finally found it in himself to call him. 

Spencer went in search of coffee so he could give you and Luke some time alone, the whole time his mind was racing. 

What if you remembered Luke and not him? Spencer was sure Luke Alvez was much more memorable than he was. What if you never remembered him? What if all your memories came back except ones of Spencer? 

Spencer wished he wasn’t such a pessimist all the time but it had been ingrained in him. Bad things consistently happened to Spencer, how could he be expected to be optimistic? 

He knew he was going to spiral if you didn’t regain your memories of him. He knew his mental health would be on a steady decline if you couldn’t recall him and if your baby was Luke’s he would surely crumble entirely. 

He frightened himself when his brain threw out the idea of getting high. Dilaudid never failed to take his pain away, even if it was only temporary. 

No. This had to stop. 

He didn’t relapse when Maeve died. He didn’t relapse after prison. He wasn’t going to relapse now. He couldn’t. He would not destroy his sobriety over this. 

But he may very well destroy his mind instead. 

Silence flooded the room when he rejoined you and Luke and slowly you drifted back to sleep, leaving Spencer and Luke awkwardly sitting vigil at your bedside. 

Eventually both men called it a night and went their separate ways home only to return the following morning. 

You smiled wearily at the two men as they both took their seats either side of your bed. 

“How did you sleep?” Luke beat Spencer to the punch. 

“I don’t know.” You confessed with a sigh. “Doctors and nurses come and go every few hours so it’s hard to say.” 

You looked from Luke to Spencer and back again before focusing on your hands. 

“I had a dream last night.” You mused, chewing on your bottom lip. 

“What kind of dream?” Spencer asked and your eyes darted towards him. 

“I’m not sure. It was…it was so realistic.” You continued gnawing on your lip. “I was in a bookstore and I had this great big pile of books and I guess I dropped them? I remember Alice in Wonderland and…”

“Charles Lutwidge Dodgson.” Spencer’s heart skipped a beat as he spoke. 

“Yeah.” You croaked. “He was a photographer before he was an author?” 

“He was.” Spencer nodded, feeling tears pricking his eyes. “You walked into me because you didn’t see me over the obscene pile of books in your arms. I helped you collect them up and when I saw your copy of Alice in Wonderland, I told you some stuff about Lewis Caroll.” 

“It wasn’t a dream?” You sounded so relieved. 

“No.” Spencer smiled shakily at you. 

You both momentarily forgot Luke’s presence until he cleared his throat, forcing the two of you to look at him. 

“Y/N,” he stood up and came closer, taking hold of your hand. “You might not ever remember everything but I’m pretty certain that you and Spencer…” he trailed off glancing up at Spencer.

“Me and Spencer what?” You goaded him to continue. 

“You two are perfect for each other.” Luke confessed even though it pained him to do so. 

The way the two of you looked at each other was so different from any way you’d ever looked at him. 

Luke was crazy about you. Spencer was in love with you.

“What…what are you saying?” Spencer spoke now, a slight crack in his voice. 

“If your baby is mine, I promise I will be there for him or her. You have my word on that. Just before your accident you broke up with me and I’m pretty certain it was because you were in love with Spencer. And I know him well enough to know that he’s in love with you too. So if it’s my kid I will be there for them, but as far as we go…I’m taking myself out of this equation.” Luke sniffed back any tears that might fall and let go of your hand. 

He placed a soft kiss on your forehead before looking over at Spencer. 

“Luke I…”

“It’s all good, man. Really.” Luke offered him a weak smile and before he could change his mind, he backed towards the door. 

It hurt, of course it did. But he’d be ok. He’d bounce back, he was sure of it.

As he hurried down the corridor towards the exit he found himself smacking right into someone.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry.” He reached out and steadied the person's shoulders, guilt written all over his face. 

“It’s ok.” They smiled at him, slightly amused. “Maybe slow down a little next time.”

“I’ll uh…bear that in mind.” Luke couldn’t help but smile as he looked into the sparkling eyes in front of him. “I’m Luke by the way. Luke Alvez.”

“Lisa. Lisa Douglas.” 

***

The silence in the room was almost deafening after Luke left. Neither you or Spencer knew what to say to ease the tension. 

It was several long, painful minutes before you finally broke the silence.

“Was he right?” You croaked. 

“About what?” Spencer asked even though he knew exactly what you meant. 

“Were you in love with me?” 

“No.” Spencer shook his head, but was quick to continue. “Not past tense. I am in love with you. Presently, right here and now I am in love with you. And future tense because I know I always will be.” 

“Was I in love with you?”

“I honestly don’t know.” He stepped a little closer to your bed. “You're a very indecisive person, that’s why you were dating both of us. You had a hard time making small decisions let alone big ones. You weren’t looking for anything serious but I still fell in love with you anyway. Apparently I’m a glutton for punishment.” 

You reached for him and grasped his hand in yours, pulling him even closer.

“I don’t remember any specific events. But I think I’m recognising feelings, if that makes sense? I don’t know exactly what I felt for you Spencer but I know it was big. I know you meant a lot to me, I can feel it in my heart. And I’m also sure that falling in love with you would be the easiest thing in the whole world.” 

Spencer wiped his eyes with his free hand, leaning down to rest his forehead against yours. 

“Do you think maybe…if I kissed you it would…I don’t know, jog something?” He cupped your face. 

“It surely couldn’t hurt.” You smiled and then Spencer was pressing his lips against yours.

Your heart practically exploded out of your chest and if you didn’t know what you felt for him before, you certainly did now.

You were in love with this man. You didn’t need all your memories back to understand what you felt in your heart. 

Your heart had a memory of its own. Your heart had a collection of memoirs all dedicated to Spencer Reid. 

He deepened the kiss and your certainty only grew. 

Behind your closed lids, images flashed before your eyes. 

A cosy bookstore. A stranger with kind eyes and messy hair. The smell of coffee and the sound of laughter. 

Walking hand in hand through the park. Glances at your tall companion as all manner of facts left his lips and floated to your ears. 

Lips meeting under a starry sky. Fumbles between sheets. Exchanging loving looks. 

Soft forehead kisses and whispers of “goodnight”. 

A letter in the mail stamped by the hospital. 

Frantically jumping in a car, phone in hand. 

And then a crash. 

The kiss ended and you looked at Spencer wide eyed as he stroked your cheek. 

“Are you ok? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He frowned at you. 

“I think…I think I remembered something.” You swallowed. 

Spencer took hold of your hand again and squeezed it tightly to comfort you. 

“What is it? What did you remember?” His voice gave way to his fear. 

You briefly looked away from him before looking back whilst rolling your bottom lip between your teeth. You looked at him with wide, slightly fearful eyes. 

A letter in the mail stamped by the hospital.

The words “Paternity Results” emblazoned on the top of an official looking document. 

Two words. A first name and a last name. 

Your baby’s father. 

But for you, it didn’t matter who the father of your baby was, because for the first time in your life you’d made a decision. And it had been an easy one. 

Your car accident could have killed you. It was enough for you to realise tomorrow wasn’t guaranteed. 

And you decided you wanted to spend every tomorrow you did have with Spencer Reid. 

You smiled at him and brought his hand to your lips and brushed them over his knuckles. 

“I love you Spencer.” You told him softly. “Even if I don’t remember loving you before, I know that I did. And I know I always will, ok?” 

“O-ok.” He nodded, chest constricting more with each passing second. 

Taking a deep breath and holding his hand tightly, you whispered, “I think I remembered who the father of my baby is.” 

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