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rainy-day-gracie · 5 years ago

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America’s Sweetheart 1

HELLO !!

This was an idea I had that I couldn’t walk away from, more chapters to come :)

YFN YLN catches the eye of a Dr. Spencer Reid. The only thing is... he has no idea she’s America’s Sweetheart, Oscar winning actress, and a Hollywood phenomenon. Truly a tinsel town tale of love, crime, and gossip.

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I was on a beach. Just some random beach. The waves lapped against the sand, and no one was there but me.

A storm rolled over the ocean, sheets of rain beating down on me, giant waves crashing against my body. I tried to run, but my feet were sinking into the sand, and saltwater stung my eyes.

Just as I was about to drown on the water beating down on me, I wake up in my own bed in Washington DC.

In the few weeks after I had moved to DC, I would give the city a 7 out of 10. It was a good random place to hide from the flashiness of Hollywood, but it was honestly overrated. That was until I met Dr. Spencer Reid.

I kept my eyes low as I ordered my coffee, pulling my baseball cap down over my face even though it wasn’t very sunny outside. As I went to pay, the barista shook her head.

“Someone’s already paid for your drink, ma’am.” She pointed to a tall man slouched over a book in a booth, seemingly not paying very much attention to anything else in the coffee shop.

“Um, thank you anyway,” I said as she handed me my coffee. My feet carried me hesitantly towards the man in the booth, studying him as I approached.

“Um, excuse me?” The man looked up, and my breath almost caught in my throat. Dark brown eyes peered up at me, and soft brown curls made him look extremely youthful. I cleared my throat, trying not to get distracted by his beautiful high cheekbones. This man was gorgeous even with the elevated standards Hollywood had given me. He could be a movie star if he wanted to. “Thanks... for the coffee.”

He looked confused for a moment, then he smiled. “Oh, of course. Um... anything for a lovely lady.”

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, waiting for him to ask for a picture. But he didn’t. He just peered at me, trying to read my face as I tried to read his.

“What’s your name?” I asked, surprising even myself.

“Spencer. Just... Spencer. What’s yours?”

He was being vague, and I wasn’t completely sure he knew who I was, even though that sounded completely vain. “YFN. Just YFN...” I waited for him to put the pieces together, but he didn’t. Instead he just nodded with a small smile on his face.

“Well YFN, I hope to see you getting coffee around here more often.”

A strange smile came to my face. “Yeah, I think I will be.” I took a napkin lying on the booth, quickly scribbling my personal number down and tucking it into Spencer’s jacket pocket flirtatiously. “Well… call anytime, I guess.”

The BAU

Spencer didn’t realize leaving his phone unattended at the BAU was such a risky decision. The team had noticed Spencer’s upbeat mood and buzzing phone the past few weeks. One day, when Spencer left his phone on his desk while he got coffee, JJ glanced over to see who was making the good doctor so happy.

JJ gasped when she saw the contact name come up on Spencer’s phone, and immediately ran to Garcia’s office. “Penelope!”

“Ah! What- what do you want?” She spun towards JJ in her chair.

“I think... I think Spencer is going out with YFN YLN.”

Garcia’s jaw dropped. “Like... the YFN YLN? The most renowned young actress in Hollywood right now? The Oscar winner?”

“That’s the one.”

Garcia looked around her office, not totally sure on what to do. “Well, we have to tell him right? Reid doesn’t keep up with the modern day Hollywood stuff, there’s no way he knows who she is.”

JJ nodded. “We need to tell him.”

“Tell who what?” Morgan asked, walking in the room with a stack of files.

JJ and Garcia looked to each other then back at Morgan. “Spence’s dating YFN YLN.”

Morgan dropped the files on the floor in shock. “Reid? As in pretty boy? Dr. Spencer Reid dating Oscar winner YFN YLN?”

The women nodded, and Morgan just stood there, the files on the floor completely forgotten.

Later that day, the team was lounging around the office, Spencer smiling at a text he received on his phone. “Hey, Spence?” JJ asked from across the desks.

“Hmhmm?” Spencer said, not looking up from his phone.

“Who’re you talking to?”

“This girl I met at a coffee shop… she’s amazing. Beautiful, kind, intelligent...”

JJ took a deep breath. “YFN YLN?”

Spencer furrowed his eyebrows. “How did you know that?”

“She’s… famous. Like really really famous. Movie star, award winner, America’s sweetheart famous.” JJ broke the news softly, not wanting to raise a big scene.

Spencer just looked more confused then he was before.

Reader’s POV

We had met for coffee about five times in the last two weeks, and I learned there was much more to Spencer than a lanky handsome exterior. He was definitely a genius, a doctor three times over, and worked for the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit. I thought I was impressive, but he takes the cake.

But today something was wrong with Spencer. I could see it in the way he fidgeted with his hands more than usual or how he couldn’t seem to meet my eyes for more than two seconds. “Alright, Spencer, what’s wrong?”

He was also a minor technophobe, which probably explained how he didn’t recognize me.

Spencer seemed startled by my question. “Well, my friend… she saw your name come up on my phone yesterday and told me that you were some kind of celebrity. You told me you worked in the film industry, but the way my friend told it… you’re super famous, like a household name famous.”

My heart sank and I subconsciously pulled my baseball cap lower on my head. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”

“Is that why you always wear a baseball cap? So you won’t be recognized as easily?” He asked, and I nodded softly while keeping my eyes down on my coffee.

Spencer looked downtrodden. “Then why are you interested in me?”

“Are... are you kidding?” I asked incredulously. Spencer shook his head, and I almost laughed. “I’m interested in you because you don’t have this preconceived opinion about me. You don’t want anything from me. We can just be normal people, I can be a normal person. Do you know how rare that is in my line of work?”

“That sounds... lonely. And stressful, not knowing who to trust.”

An image of my dream came back to me, my feet sinking into the sand and drowning in waves of seawater. “It is. But... I think I can trust you.”

He still looked confused, but a glimmer of a smile appeared in his eyes. “Why are you in DC?”

I rolled my eyes. “To disappear a little while from all the cameras and flashiness of Hollywood. I’m staying in a town house until I have to fly out to wherever my next project is, and who knows when that’s going to be.”

Spencer looked completely mesmerized. “Tell me more… about Hollywood, movies, award shows, everything. I want to know everything.” His hands touched the tips of my fingers, and he grinned ear to ear. Leave it to Dr. Spencer Reid to want to learn about the ins and outs of shallow Hollywood life.

I laughed, thinking maybe once in the four years I’ve worked in Hollywood, someone was truly honest with me.

The rest of the day went by in a blur. Photoshoot across town, meeting with my agent, talking over movie roles I may or may not get.

My mind kept coming back to Spencer. Spencer with his wild curls and thoughtful brown eyes and astonishing brain. My heart fluttered and I smiled just thinking about him, the impressive doctor with a heart of gold and mind like no other’s.

My mind and body were completely spent from the long day, and I practically sleepwalked up the steps to my house. I was so tired, I almost missed the gift waiting for me. Flowers were left for me on the front porch, blood red roses with a note tucked inside of the petals.

I wonder if all of your fame and awards will protect you from a knife between the shoulder blades, Miss America's Sweetheart?

Part 2 !!

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mollygetssherlockcoffee · 5 years ago

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Twenty-Four Hours

Pairing: Spencer x Fem!Reader

Summary: (Five Minutes, Part 5) It all comes to a head.

Warning: Knife, blood, kidnapping, gun, swearing, violence

Words: 1,555

A/N: Here you go :)

Part One HERE Part Two HERE Part Three HERE Part Four HERE Part Six HERE

Master List HERE Permanent Tag List HERE

The funeral was beautiful. It was a warm day for autumn, and he knew she would have enjoyed it. The sun shone brightly, as if to say that she was looking down on them and saying, ‘it’s okay’. Its not okay though, she was gone, and he missed her.

It wasn’t a very large funeral. The attendees were family and close friends, a selected handful that she loved like family. Of course, she had many friends but her parents thought it best to have a quiet goodbye to their daughter. Its what she would have wanted.

It wasn’t overly religious. She didn’t pray unless it was a special holiday, ‘Just enough to get me into heaven, just in case’, she’d joke with a wink. He’d thought it was a cute little joke but now, it just made him home that if there is a heaven, she’d be there.

He hoped her heaven was nice. He hoped that the family she had lost were up with her, taking care of her. He hoped they ate in heaven, because he knew how much she loved to cook and eat. He hoped there were libraries filled with all the books that have been written, and all the books that will ever be written. He hoped they had a way of watching TV and movies in heaven, because she had always joked about how she’d hate to die before her series ended or before the next movie sequel was released.

He hoped she was happy up there.

He missed her. Missed her more than anything. He missed her laugh, her smile. He missed how she would chew on her pen. One time, she had got ink on her chin. He missed the face she’d make when she picked up a cookie and bit into it, thinking it was chocolate chip, only to discover it was raisin. He had been the one to leave them out for her, he had wanted to see her reaction.

He would hold onto those memories for the rest of his life. He promised himself that he would think of her every day, would smile for her at least once a day. Though he knew he’d move on, he had to, that he would go on to marry someone, potentially have children, in the future… he would always think fondly of her.

The funeral came to an end and he turned from grave. Two figures stood a few feet away, silently watching the funeral. They nodded to him, silently beckoning him over. He walked over to them slowly, not having the will power to move any faster.

They stood is silence for a moment, watching as the other attendees left. Some nodded at them, and they politely smiled softly back. When they had left and the men were alone, he let out a sigh.

“We got him” one of the men, David Rossi, informed him.

“Good” nodded Lucas King, looking back at the grave of his girlfriend. “Lydia… Lydia can rest easy now.”

24 Hours Earlier

You had failed the task. The stupid riddle with random letters. Letter number one was ‘O’, two was ‘T’, three was ‘T’ – wait… oh. That was the pattern. Of course, how could you have been so stupid? In all fairness, you barely had three minutes to solve the riddle and reading the riddle was included in those minutes. Your panic and stupidity had got you killed.

It was dark and you knew what would come next. The unsub would come in, and you’d be killed. However, this didn’t fit the profile you had formed in your mind. From the display of details of the victim’s deaths in the first room, and the blood stain in the maze, you knew that he’d want to be able to see him victim and for them to see him. He would want to see the fear in his victims eyes, you had no doubt that there were cameras throughout the self-made basement which had captured your ordeal thus far.

He wouldn’t kill you in the dark.

You put your hands out on either side of you. You carefully took steps backwards, putting yourself in the corner of the small space. The area was small, it wouldn’t allow the unsub much room to attack you and you couldn’t help but wonder if this was really where he was going to kill you.

The lights came on and you squinted, blinking against the harsh light to focus your eyes. You gasped, pushing yourself further against the wall as your eyes landed on the man in front of you.

He was tall, with dark hair and small light eyes. His eyebrows were thick, casting shadows over his eyes and causing him to look like he was frowning, though you noticed he seemed relaxed. He was in his element, standing there in front of a woman with a sharp knife in his hand.

“Move” he instructed, flicking his wrist to point you at the door.

It was the door which you had failed to open. You took a deep breath, keeping your eyes on him as you edged your way through the door. It was with annoyance as you realised this section was much larger and was obviously the end of ‘task three’. You had been so close.

You backed away from the unsub, your arms slightly raised at your sides and your palms open. You knew what came next.

He lunged at you, the knife aiming towards your stomach. You stepped to the right, moving your arm forward, up and to the left in order to knock his arm and push the knife away. Your right arm came up, fist formed, and you threw a punch at his nose. He stumbled backwards a step and you brought your leg up, planting your foot hard and fast onto his chest to push him further back.

“I’m an FBI agent, you thought I wouldn’t fight back?” you growled, bringing your arms up in front of you.

“You stupid bitch” he hissed, wiping under his nose with his sleeve.

“Yeah, come on, get angry” you encouraged, smirking at him. “I’m not just going to lay down for you.”

You wanted him angry, you wanted him furious. ‘Remember, Y/N, never fight when your angry or upset, it’ll effect your judgement and you’ll probably lose’. Derek’s words filled your mind and you hoped it was true, that it would impact of anger would haze his mind and cloud his judgement.

He came you again, swinging the knife to the left before quickly changing direction and going right. You grit your teeth, falling back to avoid the knife but let out a shout as the knife slices against your side. You throw yourself left and away from him, your hand reaching to brace against your wound.

Blood seeped through your shirt and the wound burned. Thankfully, the blood wasn’t gushing and so you knew it was too deep. Still, your side felt like it was on fire and your eyes stung at the pain but you had to push through. You couldn’t give up now.

He lunged forward; the knife held high above his head in one hand while his other hand reached to grab you. You lifted your left hand, grabbing the wrist which hand began to bring the knife down. Your arm stained under the force he was exerting and then you squealed as his free hand closed around your throat.

You right hand clawed at his, your teeth bared as you kicked out at him. Your left up shook and you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold him off for long. You hadn’t had anything to eat, had only had a few sips of water and you hadn’t slept. You were exhausted, the energy in your body coming from pure adrenalin as you fought for your life.

You weren’t going to win this fight though. you knew that. You weren’t going to be able to hold him off for much longer, but you were determined to make him work for your death. You weren’t going to go easily for him. You had already broken his nose and given him a selection of bruises, hopefully he’ll at least get muscle strain too.

A crash sounded to your right behind one of two closed doors. You tried not to let your eyes wonder to the door as it crashed open, two figures quickly entering.

“FBI-” Hotch shouted, gun pointed at the unsub.

“-Drop the knife!” Morgan finished.

It was at that moment your arm gave out from the pressure and the unsub drove the knife down with force. You couldn’t even scream at the knife pierced your skin; your brain unable to focus on what was going on around you as your eyes widened from the pain of the knife cutting into you.

A gun went off and then you were falling. The unsub was no longer holding you up and your legs gave out from under you.

“Y/N, Y/N, hold on” Derek shouted, falling to his knees besides you and bring his hands up to your wounds.

You grabbed his wrists, your eyes, wide with fear, meeting his as you gasped for breath.

Your team had found you; they had come for you. But it was too late.

A/N: Yes, I made this chapter Angst to spite you all. I can’t believe how quickly you solved the riddle. You nerds, I love you

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etherrealoblivion · 5 years ago

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Chapter Thirteen: Just For Tonight

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Fic summary: Owning a bookstore in downtown D.C. came with its fair share of downsides. You never thought that being the target of a serial killer would be one of them. Luckily, a nice FBI agent by the name of Spencer Reid is assigned to watch over you. What's the worst that could happen?

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Words: 1,660

MASTERLIST

The entrance to the hotel was stylish. The marble floors and golden detailing screamed ‘you can’t afford me’.

Spencer was carrying both your suitcases. The two of you wore sunglasses and hats. It made you laugh at first, the idea of dressing up like undercover superheroes.

“Isn’t it just gonna make us more suspicious?”

“Actually, people tend to glance over those with their eyes or hair obscured. It’s more useful than most people think.”

“Uh-huh.” Bullshit.

So here you were, standing slightly behind Spencer as he talked to the woman at the front desk.

“Hello. Reservation for Chris Kelvin.”

The woman smiled and typed away at the keyboard. Then her face fell.

“Ah. I’m sorry Mr. Kelvin, we did try to get in touch with you. We left multiple messages.”

The FBI had taken your and Spencer’s phones. Something about tracking.

“What, is there a problem with the reservation?” The worry seeped into his voice, and the woman quickly reassured him.

“Oh, no. Well, slightly. You booked a double room but I’m afraid that there’s a bridal convention in town and all the double rooms have been booked up.”

“So, what, you don’t have any rooms?”

That’s not what she said, you thought bitterly.

“No, sir. We’ve had to change your reservation to a single bedroom. But! We are able to knock a few hundred dollars off the price.”

Spencer was silent, gaping at her.

She nervously fumbled through a drawer, looking to sweeten the pot.

“And . . . um . . . I can offer an all-inclusive couple’s spa treatment for you and your wife.”

She pulled out two coupons and handed them to Spencer. He made no move to take them.

As awkward as it was, you recovered enough to lean forward and take the tickets.

“Thank you,” and you hooked your arm around his elbow. “My husband and I appreciate it.”

You pulled him away from the front desk toward the elevator. Once the doors had shut, you let go, taking your suitcase from him.

“Sorry about that,” you said, adjusting your hat. “Figured it was less suspicious to just go along with it.”

He nodded curtly and didn’t say another word until you got to your room.

Despite the warning, you still found yourself surprised by the lone bed in the center of the room. There were two closets, two desks, and even two sinks in the bathroom. Was it that hard to put another bed?

If you weren’t so distracted by the prospect of sleeping with the man you had a crush on in a fancy hotel bed, you might have appreciated how fancy the room actually was.

You busied yourself with hanging up and putting away your clothes. You’d only had time to pack a couple of outfits and two sets of pajamas. The hotel probably had quick laundry machines, though. You weren’t worried.

Spencer, however, was nervously looking through the room, presumably for any kind of cameras or listening device.

Taking off your hat and glasses and throwing them on the desk, you said, “J.J. said they already did a sweep of the room.”

“Yeah, well, J.J. knows everything, right?” he spat bitterly, throwing his arms up.

You didn’t say anything, just stared at him. He melted under your gaze, realizing how harsh he’d been.

“I’m sorry that was . . . I’m sorry. I’m a bit stressed. J.J. just . . . sometimes she doesn’t know what she’s talking about.”

Before the two of you had left for the hotel, J.J. had pulled Spencer aside for a moment, whispering to him so you couldn’t hear. Afterward, he seemed agitated, more snappy. Did she say something about me? No. She wouldn’t. Right?

“It’s okay,” you said calmly, checking out the gorgeous bathroom — could a bathroom be gorgeous? — “I know all about being stressed. Do you want to talk about it?”

“No,” he said quickly, an automatic reaction. “No, thank you, but I’m ok.”

“Okay,” maybe it was best not to press the issue. Only now did you register how dark it was outside. How had that much time passed since this morning? Maybe all the questions and consent forms you had to deal with forced your brain into autopilot, making time move faster. “I’m gonna get changed.”

A few minutes later you came out of the bathroom, wearing a large sleep shirt and underwear. You couldn’t bother with pajama pants right now. Besides, he’d seen you in your underwear before. It wasn’t crossing a line. Right?

He took one look at you and said, “I’ll make the request for a rollaway bed.” and picked up the phone on the nightstand.

“No!” he looked at you, waiting for an explanation. You had to think quickly to find one. “I mean, won’t that be suspicious? If they think we’re a married couple. . . .”

After analyzing you for a moment, he sighed and put the phone down.

“You’re right. I’ll take the floor.”

“Spencer, you don’t have to take the floor. We’ve had this conversation.”

“I can’t handle being . . . I’ll be fine, thank you.”

It was so sad to watch him pull the pillows from the sofa to the floor, covering them with a blanket and taking a pillow from the bed. Did he not want to sleep with you that bad? Did he not like you that much?

“Please . . .”

God, you were pitiful. This man was practically begging to stay away from you but you persisted. But he had asked to stay assigned to you. And what was that about not handling? The mixed signals were pulling your heart this way and that, constantly unsure of what to do next, of what was too far.

But Spencer looked at you with that same something in his eyes you’d seen before. You knew it was more than . . . whatever you currently had. It was greater than wanting, than hoping. The gravity of it hit you harder than you’d expected and as you stared into his dark hazel eyes, you felt your own beginning to well up with tears.

His face fell and he got up from the floor and sat on the bed, arms finding their way around you, coaxing you to lay down with him.

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed into his dress-shirt.

“Shh,” he ran his fingers through your hair, smoothing it out and gently untangling it. It was a gesture filled with affection, adoration . . . love?

“I’m just so . . .” the words escaped you, but Spencer pulled back and looked at you, eyes probing yours, a slight smile on his lips.

“I know,” was all he said.

And in that instant, you knew. You knew absolutely the very last thing that would ever matter. That you were utterly, truly in love with Spencer Reid. And there was no way you could ever be together.

Somehow, the expression on your face must have shown your realization, for his own countenance shifted to one of understanding. His smile was gone but he wasn’t frowning. He was looking at you in a whole new light.

The moment broke when you thoughtlessly glanced at his lips. His perfect, pink lips that he constantly licked and bit. He pulled back slightly, not breaking eye-contact.

You didn’t have to speak but you did anyway. Barely a whisper.

“Spencer . . .”

“We can’t. I’m—”

“I know.”

But you continued staring at each other. You decided to test the waters by leaning in ever so slightly. His eyes widened but he didn’t protest or back away. But it wasn’t a ‘yes’.

Your lips were inches apart, slightly open, the two of you breathing heavily.

“Just for tonight,” you said, brushing your mouth against his ever so gently, barely making contact, but just enough to force a soft moan from his throat.

“Y/N . . . we really can’t.”

“Spencer.” You took his hand firmly in yours. “Just for tonight. Once. No more. And we can forget about it.”

It was a lie and you both knew it. If you kissed, not as part of some plan or distraction technique, but for real, neither of you would ever forget it.

“Just for tonight?”

You nodded, placing a delicate hand on his cheek, making him gasp so softly, leaning into it.

“Just for tonight. Once.”

“Just for tonight.”

And he closed the gap between you, your lips meeting in a surge of fire and sparks. The kiss went through you, echoing in your bones. He was electricity against you. He was light.

His lips slowly pressed against yours and he ran his tongue along your bottom lip, coaxing your mouth open so he could delve deeper. It was more than a kiss. It was the release of all the tension and feelings that had built up over the few weeks you’d known him. You tried with all your might to convey the love you felt for him, biting his lips, pulling his hair, and yanking him closer to you.

Neither of you wanted to break it. You’d said only once. The moment it was over . . . it would be over.

But soon you were both out of breath, mouths hanging open against one another, too scared to pull away to see the others' reaction.

Simultaneously, you pulled back, staring at each other, trying to analyze your reactions. A slight smile found its way to your lips, provoking Spencer to share in it.

You wanted to lean in again. To say ‘fuck it’ and have him right here, right now, in this bed. To have all of him and give him all of you. But you’d said only once. Just for tonight.

“Goodnight, Spencer.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

And you turned around, snuggling into him as you had before. Only this time, there was more to it. More than could be described with words.

You’d said ‘just for tonight’, probably hoping that it would somehow apply to the feelings you had as well. Come morning, you would discover that wasn’t how love worked. That wasn’t how love worked at all.

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vanillann · 5 years ago

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flashback viii (spencer reid x f.reader)

warning: swearing, mentions of crime, and slow burn

word count: 1.0k

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2005

“Wow, the bookworm is evolving.”

I smiled with the cup of coffee in my hand, my brand new combat boots brushing against the ground.

“Like it?”

I pointed to the Matchbox Twenty shirt that I wore, a proud smirk on my face.

“Eh I don’t know, I’ll miss bookworm.”

Morgan smiled as he headed up to Hotch 's office.

“Do you like it?”

I turned to see Spencer standing in the place Morgan stood moments ago.

“What do you mean?”

“Do you like your style change?”

I nodded my head, a proud smile across my face.

“Good, you look happier,” Spencer spoke quickly, grabbing his satchel closer to his body.

“Thank you Dr. Reid.”

“You’ve known me for a year, you can call me just Reid.”

I smiled, watching the way he fidgeted.

“Okay just Reid.”

He smiled, watching his Converse slip across the office floor.

“I’ll remember that one.”

“Well I’d hope so.”

He laughed again, looking me in the eye for maybe the first time since I started working here.

“I see the really (Y/N) come to join us.”

2014

“I’ll see you in the morning Pen.”

Pen smiled at me as she opened her hotel room door down the hall, blowing me a kiss and heading into the room.

I looked at the opposite end of the hall.

Room 412

Spencer’s room.

Everything in me screamed to knock on that door and give him a piece of my mind. I was tired of trying so I ran the key card over the scanner.

I opened the door to see everything was still in places like it was before I left that morning, except for one thing.

Spencer sweater that I wore the other day laid on my bed, folding with a note taped to the top.

I moved to the sweater and took the note off, letting my eyes roam over Spencer's handwriting.

It looked better on you than it ever did on me.

-Dr. Reid

This self-centered bitch, who gave him the right to not see me at the hospital but flirt with me through a note.

The anger from before was ten times worse, causing me to turn around. I ripped the door open and ran down the hall, stopping in front of Room 412.

I bought my hand up and slammed it on the door, not giving a shit that he is sound asleep at this point.

I heard light shuffling, the door flying open to see Reid standing in the door with red eyes and a backwards sweater.

“I-“

“Shut the hell up.”

I pushed at his chest, both of us falling in the room as I shut the door with my foot.

“What?”

“Don’t be an asshole.”

I could see him watching me, the bags under his eyes becoming more clear the closer I got.

“You don’t get the right!”

“What right?”

He looked scared, sad even, but there was too much anger for his feelings to matter at this very moment.

“You weren’t at the hospital, I needed you and you weren’t there.”

Spencer went to grab my wrist that started pounding in his chest, but I pulled them away quickly.

“I was their after you woke up from Tobias, I never left your beside and you have the audacity to not even be in the same fucking hospital.”

Spencer laughed, he fucking laughed.

I watched him walk backwards, sitting on the edge of his bed, placing his head in his hands as he walked the cheap carpet.

“I didn’t ask you to sit beside me.”

“But I did, and the sick thing is I would do it again,” I didn’t care that Morgan was sleeping in the room beside us.

“I watched you die.”

Spencer stood up, his cheeks aflame and his finger pointing at me but never touching.

“I watched you die for 3 minutes in Garcia arms.”

“I watched you die in Tobias she shed.”

Spencer grabbed myself by the shoulder, gently compared to the look in his eye.

“But you didn’t watch the life drain from my eyes. The human brain has 7 minutes of brain activity before you die and you are 3 minutes into that.”

He was watching me, following my eyes with his own when I moved them to different parts of his face.

“I was still there.”

“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t watch you lay in that hospital bed and act like I didn’t think that my world was over.”

I walked him, I always watched him.

His leg was tapping against the floor, his first tell.

He took a single hand and ran it up the back of his neck, his second tell.

I watched his toe wet his lips, his third tell.

“I’m your world?”

Spencer only nodded, sitting back on the bed. I moved, sitting beside him on the soft white surface.

“The last words you said to me was flashback.”

Spencer ran a finger up and down his gus thigh, a sniffle falling for hind lips.

“I hate flashbacks now,” Spencer spoke again.

“Not all flashbacks are bad.”

Spencer looked up at me, making eye contact with me as soon as he did.

“What do you mean?”

“I have flashbacks for the day I met you, those aren’t bad.”

Spencer watched my face, his eyes darting to my nose and my eyes.

Then, at what felt like lighting speed, his hand reached down and grabbed my. I looked down to see my shirt sleeve ends were ruined.

“This was a new shirt.”

Spencer said nothing as he wrapped his other hand around mine, not letting go in the slightest.

“I’m going to have flashbacks from watching you die for the rest of my life.”

I placed my other hand on top of his own, my confidence skyrocket.

“Then spend the rest of your life watching me live to make up for it.”

Nothing was said as I felt his hands move away from my own, the horror that I fucking this all up shot up my spine.

“Can I?”

I looked up, the hope burning behind his eyes, the evidence of the last 10 years burning bright behind them.

“Please, give me a lifetime for my last 7 minutes.”

Spencer grabbed the back of my head, pulling me in until my lips ghosted over his, a shiver ran down my spine as he whispered.

“Let’s make memories so we can have flashbacks.”

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Sorry, on my Acoustic Sunrise ask, it was in their story, the Gwen’s short video tease is on the DJs page, MatthewReid.

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America’s Sweetheart 2

Hey guys :)

Part 1 <<---

Spencer and Reader go on their first real date, but the mood is quickly killed by an unwanted package at YFN’s house.

MASTERLIST

“Spill the beans, pretty boy,” Morgan sat on Spencer’s desk with a smirk. “I hear you’ve got some Hollywood honey in your pocket.”

Spencer gave a small smile, not looking up from his book. “Nothing much to tell, we get coffee a few times a week. With both of our schedules, that’s all we can manage for now.”

Morgan furrowed his eyebrows. “So, have you even taken her out on a real date before?” Spencer shook his head, a small pit of guilt in his stomach. Why haven’t I done that? He thought to himself. She deserves at least that much.

Morgan tilted his head, considering something. “Have you kissed her?”

Spencer still didn’t look up, but his cheeks did turn a little red. "Yes, but... nothing too impressive. Just a few sweet pecks.”

Morgan was silent for a moment, completely confused as to why YFN was interested in a guy that wouldn’t even make out with her after seeing her for three weeks. “Huh,” he said, wandering back to his office, lost in thought.

Meanwhile, Spencer devised a plan.

Reader’s POV

Spencer called me as I walked out of an audition in New York. “Hey, what’s up?”

“Are you free tonight?” Spencer asked bluntly.

“Um, well, right now I’m in New York for an audition, but I should be back in DC before 5 o’clock... what did you have in mind?” A small smile came to my lips, wondering what he had planned.

“A surprise. Just dress nice, and I’ll pick you up at your apartment at 7,” he said, slight mischief littered in his words.

“Okay... how nice?”

“Black tie,” Spencer answered, hanging up promptly.

A goofy smile plastered itself on my lips, not even fading when I heard the sound of a camera clicking as I walked down the street to my car, a junker 2001 Ford-150. Just another paparazzi wanting to pay their bills.

After the three hour drive back to DC, the nerves started to settle in, which was ridiculous. Why would I be nervous? I had been to the Oscars with some of the greatest actors of all time and I wasn’t nervous then, so why the hell was I nervous now?

After over an hour of deciding what to wear, I settled on a dark forest green dress that showed off my curves and slit at the knee. The clock read ‘6:37′, and I scrunched my hair with product to give it curls and quickly slapped on some makeup.

I heard a knock on my door promptly at 7:00 and my rose gold heels clicked excitedly against my wood floors. I opened the front door to Spencer in a black tux, causing many inappropriate thoughts to run through my mind. “Woah,” I breathed, a smile coming to my mouth.

He looked equally stunned. “You... you look beautiful. Um... wow.”

We both chuckled as we snapped out of our daze, and he held out his arm like a gentleman. “Why thank you, kind sir.”

“Anything for you, my lady,” he joked, leading me out to his old car.

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going now?” I asked when we had both settled into our seats.

He shook his head with a smile. “Nope, you’ll find out when we get there.”

We rode in silence, but a comfortable one. Light orchestra music played on his radio, and he drove us a good 45 minutes before stopping at a very fancy looking restaurant with a name in French.

“’Bouchée parfaite,’“ I said, hand in hand with Spencer as we walked up the steps. “‘Perfect Bite.’“

Spencer glanced at me in awe. “You know French?”

I nodded, pride swelling in my chest. “And Spanish. My mom wanted me to be well rounded so she taught me both languages including English while I was growing up.” I didn’t elaborate further on my parents, and thankfully Spencer was so impressed he didn’t ask.

A man with a curly mustache and slicked back hair greeted us at the door. He looked me up and down, his smile widening. “What can I do for you, beautiful?” He said flirtatiously.

Spencer wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “Two for Spencer, please.”

The man’s smile dimmed as he led us to the best place in the house. Spencer ordered champagne, neither of our glasses going dry the entire night.

“So, if I were a color, what color would I be?” I asked once we were settled at our table. I always asked this question on first real dates, something random to start the conversation.

Spencer glanced at me, happily confused. “Um, blue is said to be a more relaxing color, yellow inspires happiness...” he looked at me deeply, staring at me intensely in my eyes. After a moment, he spoke again. “Red. You’re red.”

“Why is that?”

“You have a drive... a passion around you,” a sly smile graced his lips. “You have a grit, a determination, that comes into your eyes whenever you talk about your work. You’ve said over and over that you’ve gotten into trouble on movie sets because you speak your mind. The color red represents-”

“Passion. Love. Anger. Sex,” I said with a twinkle in my eyes.

Spencer nodded, chuckling. “Yes, that is correct.”

The dinner went by smoothly, both of us making friendly conversation until the bill came, him picking up the check without hesitation.

I was giggling like a college student while walking down the steps from Perfect Bite, Spencer laughing at my buzzed state of mind. I pulled on Spencer’s tie towards me, crashing his lips onto mine. This kiss was much more passionate than any of our other small pecks, and my back hit the car as our tongues met gently in the middle. The breath caught into my throat and I smiled wickedly.

“Wanna go back to my place, pretty boy?”

“Uh, I don’t know, wouldn’t I be taking advantage of you?” He said hesitantly, leaning my back against the car and his chest pressing to mine.

“No, I’m not drunk,” I said, putting my hands to his cheeks reassuringly. “I’m just buzzed a little bit.”

Spencer eyed me suspiciously, then eventually caved. “Okay, let’s go back to your place.” __

I fumbled with the keys to my front door, distracted at Spencer leaning in behind me, playing thoughtfully with my curls as his slight scruff scratched against my cheek. As soon as the door opened, Spencer pushed me into my house and slammed the door behind him.

My back hit my bedroom door, Spencer already seeming to have the floorplan in his mind despite never entering the house before. He is a genius, after all.

Spencer’s hands slipped around my back, unzipping my dress with ease. I had already pulled off his tie, now working on his suit jacket. He chuckled, his breath hot against my neck. “You’re eager, Hollywood,” he murmured, and I gasped at his new nickname.

In practically no time at all, both of us were stripped down to our underwear. Spencer practically threw me on the bed, quickly following by pinning my hands above my head.

“You knew what you were doing when you wore that damn dress, Hollywood,” Spencer muttered. “I’m gonna prove to you that I can screw you much better than those Los Angeles boys.” __

A pounding at my door at 4 AM woke us both up from our sleep. “The hell...” I murmured sleepily.

Spencer was already wide awake, walking towards my bedroom door cautiously. I slipped out of bed and joined him, both of us creeping through my hallways quietly as the pounding continued.

Spencer was the one that opened the front door finding... no one there. Nothing except a package wrapped in red construction paper with the words ‘For the Lovebirds’ written in black cursive on the top.

After deeming the package safe, we both brought it into the house, each of us carrying an end. We opened it on my kitchen island, finding a stack of drawings and pictures, all of them depicting me. Some were photos of me at various events, others were ones taken of me on the streets. A newpaper was also included, one that had an article and picture of Spencer. Every photo of me was in pristine condition, but the article of Spencer was practically torn to pieces.

A message was left at the bottom of the box on torn out notebook paper.

Lovers, are we? Let’s see how much you love each other after the princess gets her next big role. I hear it might be of a missing dead girl? Documentary, maybe?

We stood in silence for a moment, neither of us knowing what to do. Spencer looked at me with wide eyes, and I joked nervously. “Well... that’s one way to kill the mood, right?”

Part 3

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flashback vii (spencer reid x f.reader)

warning: swearing, mentions of crime, and slow burn (my writing is so lazy in this one i’m sorry)

word count: 1.0k

flashback masterlist

2004

“My god.”

I sat in one of the many spinning chairs, looking around the bullpen of my new job.

“Is t-that your new desk?”

I turned to see one of the men who un-cuffed Pen and I stood near the two glass doors.

“I believe it is,” I pulled at my sweater shelves, the nerves of the first day at the government when you used to have to do everything illegally was a lot.

Who knew?

“I’m Dr. Spencer Reid.”

He gave me a quick wave, I stood from my seat and out reached my hand.

“Oh I don't shake hands, it's actually proven that fist bumps and high five contracted less germs than handshakes.”

I smiled to myself, slowly nodding my head and looking up at him.

“I'll remember that, I’m-”

“(Y/N) (L/N), I helped bring you in last weekend.”

I watched as he tucked a piece of hair behind his ear, a shy smile on his face as he looked at his shoes.

“Lucky you.”

He then quickly walked past me, running to his seat. I watched him throw his bag on this desk and quickly take a seat.

“I hope we become friends, my only friend I ever had was an illegal hacker.”

I heard a small laugh fall from his lips, looking over his shoulder and smiling at me.

He had a nice smile.

2014

I felt a small piece of cold metal run up the side of my neck, making me shiver to myself.

I slowly opened my eyes, letting my eyes adjust to the bright surroundings.

Shane laid on the floor in front of me, his body shaking quickly. I felt myself try to jump for him but the chains on my wrist stopped me from moving.

“I wouldn't do that.”

I turned my head, the unsub held a needle full of white liquid in it up to my neck.

I opened my mouth to speak but I watched the door out of the corner of my eye bust down, Morgan's strong voice yelling FBI. I watched his and Reid's faces come into view.

Suddenly the needle that was held at my neck was shoved into my neck, I felt the liquid join my bloodstream.

I watched Reid's gun fire before everything became black again.

I felt both of my hands being weighed down, the feeling of soft sheets across my lap.

I, again, slowly opened my eyes. The light was much brighter than before, the white for every object bouncing off each other.

I looked to my left, Pen perfect painted pink nails had me smiled to myself. Her head was laid across the side of my bed, her eyes closed.

I turned to the right, ready to see Reid “told you so face”.

Instead I was met with Blake, giving me a sad smile. God I love Blake, she was such an amazing person, but she wasn't Reid.

“Hey,” she spoke softly, her smile matching her words.

“Hi,” I turned to my right again, slowly slipping my hand from Pen's grip, her not moving an inch.

“Can we not wake her yet?”

Blake only nodded, holding my hand even tighter than before.

“We were really worried, we didn't know what he had in the syringe.”

I squeezed Blake's hand tighter, knowing how bad these things got to her.

“Where’s Reid?”

I don't know what I thought she’d say, maybe he was getting me Jello or screaming at the doctors cause I had woken up by the time he had calculated.

“He’s at the hotel.”

I felt my eyes drop, the pain in my chest I knew wasn't from the drugs or anything, my heart was actually breaking.

“Did he even stop by?”

Blake shocked her head, slowly sitting up straighter in her chair.

“God, I’m so stupid.”

I felt like a teen girl who got left at the 7th grade dance, all pretty and dressed up to know that doesn't change the fact he doesn't want you.

“You aren't stupid,” Blake said as she rubber her thumb on the back of my hand.

“I am because I thought that he’d be sitting in that chair confessing his undying love for me, instead he’s sound asleep with a goofy smile.”

I felt the tear hit the back of my eyes, the slight burn made me feel weak.

“I thought that he might love me back Alex, god I really thought.”

“He still might.”

I looked over at her, her painted nude lips were held in a knowing smile.

“What if he doesn't, what if for the past 10 years I’ve made up every extra long touch and sudden glances,” I gripped her hand, I didn't want to be alone right now.

I was scared she would leave and go to sleep at the nice hotel.

“I don't think you did, you are one of the most observant people I ever meant so I think you out of all people would catch it.”

I smiled to myself, still pleased when people compliment me on a job I’ve been doing for a decade.

“Blake, can I ask you a weird question?”

“Of course.”

“Can you be my mom?”

I quickly shook my head, looking over at her with wide eyes.

“I need to re-word that, okay. My mom died when I was born and my step-mom died when I was 18 and all I had was Pen, she is like my sister. I haven't had a mom I can cry about stupid boys to since 18, so I’m asking can you be?”

Blake fingers wrapped themselves around my own, squeezing it a few times before she smiled wide.

“You don't have to ask, I’ve been your mom since the day you told me you felt lonely in a crowded room.”

I felt the tears run quickly down my face, not in my stomach slowly breaking.

“Thank you.”

Blake smiled and stood up from the chair, letting go of my hand for the first time since I woke up.

“I'll go get the doctor so they can release you and go back to the hotel.”

I smiled as she walked out of the sliding glass door, Pen still sound asleep holding my hand.

I looked up at the bright ceiling, letting the last bit of tears fall down my face.

“Safe word my ass.”

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rainy-day-gracie · 5 years ago

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America’s Sweetheart 3

hi there !! Read previous chapter here <-

Here it is, Part 3 of America’s Sweetheart :) After the unwanted gift, Reader and Spencer make a deal. At the coffee shop, Reader spots a paparazzo and Spencer goes off. Reader meets mister Derek Morgan via phone call.

Loved writing this chapter, enjoy !!

MASTERLIST

“Spencer, believe me, I get crazy mail like this all the time, it’s nothing to worry about,” I assured him as he paced up and down my living room floor. Spencer almost collapsed on the sofa, running his hands through his hair. “Why are you so worried?”

I sat next to him, resting a hand gently on his shoulder as he spoke. “I see cases like this sometimes... a celebrity gets threatening mail and thinks it’s nothing but...” he paused, and I got the feeling he was remembering something. “...the next thing they know is a seemingly random person suddenly tries to kill them.” His wide brown eyes looked over to me. “I really, really don’t want you to become...”

“Become what?”

“...a victim. I have to see so many dead men, women, and children and I have nightmares about those bodies becoming people I care about... I don’t know what I would do with myself if you got hurt and I could’ve done something about it.”

He couldn’t see my blush in the dark, but my face felt red hot at his words. “Okay, let’s make a deal then.”

Spencer furrowed his eyebrows hesitantly. “Yes?”

“If there’s another creepy letter, you will be the first person I call. Pinky swear.” I held out my pinky like a kid, and Spencer gave one of his beautiful smiles as he did the same.

“Okay... pinky swear.” __

Spencer has told me all about his team.

Morgan, the handsome black playboy that likes kicking down doors.

JJ, a blonde mom that has a boy, Henry, that Spencer adores.

Prentiss, a raven haired firecracker that faked her death a few months ago.

Garcia, a blonde humanitarian that loves color and knows her way around a computer.

Hotch, the leader that pretends to be Mr. Tough Bossman but is actually a big softie.

And Rossi, the most experienced member of the team that loves to cook Italian food and was born to be an uncle.

“You sound like the attractive yet developed characters of a true crime show,” I had said to him. He just shrugged and sipped his coffee.

“So... does your team, know? About me?” I asked one morning as we sat in the usual cafe.

“JJ, Morgan and Garcia do, which means the whole team does, yeah,” he answered as he nodded. “Morgan calls you my ‘Hollywood honey’.”

I snorted into my muffin. “I would love to meet them, sometime, if you’re comfortable with that.”

My heart raced as Spencer thought, then he smiled. “They would love you, and you’ll love them, too. Rossi gets along with just about anybody and-” A clicking camera over his shoulder caught my attention and I pulled my baseball cap low over my face.

“Shut up.” I muttered to him, and he looked hurt. “Camera over your left shoulder. Come on.”

I grabbed Spencer’s hand, dragging him out of the cafe as the paparazzi followed us out the door.

“YFN YLN, who is this? Is he your boyfriend? What happened to your parents after the Oscars? Can you comment on the drama...”

The man continued to trail us down the sidewalk before Spencer had enough. “Hi, I’m YFN’s boyfriend, federal agent. If you don’t stop harassing her, I’ll have to arrest you, and you wouldn’t want that, would you?”

Spencer towered over the paparazzi, and his face dead calm but anger flaring in his eyes. I didn’t even have to ask: this was the look he gave the killers as he stared them down on the job. The man was speechless, and Spencer pointed down the sidewalk. “Take a walk, and leave us alone, please.”

The paparazzi practically ran down the sidewalk, and Spencer looked back at me.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen you do,” I admitted, and he smiled shyly. __

“How’s Florida treating you?” I asked with a smile as I laid lazily on my bed, my phone pressed to my ear.

“Hot, humid, and this unsub is completely out of it,” Spencer answered, and I heard a commotion in the background. “He’s totally... No, Morgan, give me the phone, stop-”

“Is this Spencer’s Hollywood honey?” A deeper voice asked, and I heard Spencer’s complaining over the voice.

“Is this SSA Derek Morgan?” I said slyly, smirking at Morgan’s gasp.

“He told you about me? I’m touched. Well, I just wanna thank you. Pretty Boy has been in a very upbeat mood in the last two months or so, and I think you’re to blame. Have a very nice night, Hollywood.”

After a few moments of my laughter and listening to the men fight over the phone like toddlers, Spencer spoke again. “Sorry about him, I think he’s jealous-”

“I’m definitely meeting your team when you guys get back. Goodnight, Pretty Boy.” I cut off the call as Spencer groaned at the nickname, giggling to myself in bed.

Oh shit, am I actually falling for this man?

How could I not be? He’s the only guy to legitimately ask if I’m okay during and after having sex, he drinks the sweetest coffee I’ve ever seen, he defends me to idiot paparazzi, he loves kids, he works for the government, and he has the most adorable curly brown hair I’ve ever encountered.

A doorbell interrupted my not-so-holy dreams about Spencer, and I approached the door with extra caution. I opened the door hesitantly to find...

A note. No flowers, no pictures. Just a note.

Three can keep a secret, if two are dead. - Benjamin Franklin What will our secret be, slut? And don’t even think of telling your fed boyfriend, or that saying will become true. Trust me.

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rainy-day-gracie · 5 years ago

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America’s Sweetheart 4

Here it is !! Read previous chapter here <-

Reader deals with nightmares, something Spencer knows all too well. Reader meets the infamous team of the BAU at a lovely party at David Rossi’s.

Slight angst and lots of fluff + the team !!

MASTERLIST

I was back on the beach, a grey storm rolling in, thunder echoing across the horizon. The waves weren’t as high up as my first dream, but they still made me stumble.

As I lost my balance, falling back into the sand, I noticed a figure standing a few feet to my right. A tall man with curly brown hair stood, dressed in a purple sweater vest and long pants. When I looked down, his feet were barefoot. Something in my head told me I should know him, but a name never came into my head.

“Why did you lie to me?” The man asked, his face looking hurt.

“Yes YFN, why did you lie to him?” I saw another figure in the corner of my eye, approaching me with a confident nature. The figure didn’t have any defining features, simply an average person, forgettable.

“What-” My voice suddenly seemed to shut off, and the faceless figure came and pulled down on my hair. My hands dug into the sand, my heart seeming to skip a few beats at a time.

The man with the curly hair stood above me, looking sympathetic but not making any move to help me.

I tried to cry out, but no sound left my mouth. The storm hit, and water filled my lungs.

Spencer was shaking me awake in bed, a cold sweat covering my entire body.

“YFN, hey, it’s just a dream, you’re okay!” Spencer called out, pulling me into his chest as I trembled. “It’s okay, we’re okay...”

It was several minutes before I calmed down again, and I pulled away from him slightly. “What... what happened?”

“You were shouting, screaming for help...” Spencer looked at me with concerned brown eyes. “Is there anything going on?”

My heart skipped a beat, the image of that eerie note flashing in my mind. How could he know? No, he couldn’t possibly know...

“Nothing, just a bad dream. Go back to sleep, Spencer.” I gave him a small peck on the lips before swinging my feet over the side of the bed towards the bathroom.

Once I was alone, looking in the mirror, I knew he could see easily through my lie. My eyes looked terrified, and if I could see it, Spencer could definitely see it too.

When I walked back out of Spencer’s bathroom, he was still sitting on the bed, clearly wide awake.

I gave him a sweet smile and another peck on the lips. “Go back to bed,” I pleaded with puppy dog eyes. “Pretty boy.”

Spencer smiled, finally tucking back into the covers. I joined him, wrapping my arms around his waist as the big spoon.

We both pretended to fall back to sleep, neither of us fooled by the other. __

Spencer’s team was thoroughly intimidating. How could they not be? Seven people that catch serial killers weekly?

“You’ll love them, I promise,” Spencer said, guiding me up the steps of David Rossi’s house... no, check that, David Rossi’s mansion.

“I’m sure I’ll love them, but what if they don’t love me? What if-”

Spencer cut me off, facing me before we knocked on the door. “Aren’t you YFN YLN? Oscar winning actress and movie star of the decade?”

I shoved him lightly on the shoulder. “This is different than that. This is your family, and that’s more important than some stupid trophy.”

Spencer smiled, giving a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “It’ll be great. I promise.”

The door swung open almost as soon as Spencer’s hand touched the wood, revealing a bubbly blonde in a bright pink dress. A grin covered her face ear to ear, and she gasped at the sight of me.

“You’re even more gorgeous in person! Come in, lovelies!”

As we entered the house, the blonde introduced herself. “I’m Penelope, and you must be YFN-”

“Garcia.” Spencer said nervously, glancing from me to Penelope.

I quickly offered my hand, which Penelope took in both of hers. “I’m YFN, it’s wonderful to meet you, Spencer had told me great things.”

If possible, Penelope’s grin grew, and she dragged me into a large seating area where other people stood, chatting and drinking wine. The chatter dimmed when I entered the room, but a man I recognized as David Rossi quickly shoved a glass of wine in my hand, making me forget everything else.

“David Rossi, welcome and make yourself at home!” David said, his eyes warm and kind.

“Hello, I’m YFN, so nice to meet you. Your house is beautiful,” I gushed, glancing around the immaculate mansion.

David smiled, looking to Spencer beside me. “I like her already.”

I stood and chatted for a few minutes with Penelope, and I quickly saw what Spencer was talking about when he said Penelope was the loveliest person you could ever meet.

A woman with raven black hair and a dark skinned man approached me, smiles on both of their faces. The man eyed me jokingly. “You must be the Hollywood Honey I hear so much about.”

I grinned, clinking my wine glass against his. “You must be SSA Derek Morgan, the phone thief, am I right?”

The woman laughed, pointing at Derek. “She got you there. I’m Emily, it’s so nice to meet you.”

I felt a hand on my back, and I turned to see Spencer. “Your friends are wonderful.”

“Um, your girlfriend is wonderful!” Emily giggled, looping her elbow around mine. “You’re sitting next to me at dinner!”

After I met JJ, who was warm and welcoming like the mom she is, and Hotch, who was polite but serious, we all sat down for dinner. One of the best meals I’ve ever had, but also the bond of family and love made my stomach hurt with giggles and my face hurt with smiles. JJ’s son, Henry, was absolutely adorable, and seeing Spencer with kids just amplified my baby fever tenfold.

Several times I caught Spencer staring at me, and each time I would wink, letting him know everything was okay.

I almost forgot about the crazy person leaving presents and love letters for me.

The night ended with laughter, dancing, and lots of peck kisses on the way back to the car. Spencer was definitely not okay to drive, and I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face as he clambered into the passenger’s seat.

“That was amazing, thank you for inviting me, Spencer,” I giggled, starting to roll down David’s long driveway.

“You’re incredible. It takes the average person about three months to fall in love, but for me it happened pretty much the first day,” Spencer slurred, his head resting on the corner of his seat. “You were wearing a black baseball cap, and you looked beautiful.”

My heart fluttered at his words. “You’re sweet, and definitely drunk.”

“Not drunk, just lovesick.”

“Whatever.”

“Do you want kids?” Spencer asked out of the blue.

I couldn’t help the smile that came to my face

We ended up at his apartment, not for any reason but just out of habit. “We’re home, pretty boy.”

His arm was slung across my shoulder even though he could probably walk himself. I teased him as he walked slowly up the stairs, and the moment we got to the apartment, we were dead asleep on the bed.

I didn’t have a single dream.