#penelope garcía

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Decoy [S. R.]

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

word count: 6.9k

summary: when you go after an unsub who catches students making out, the unit is called upon to resort to desperate measures. Or in other words, where you and Spencer become the decoy to catch a voyeur.

warnings: +16. Making out, mentions of alcohol, mentions of violence, insinuation of smut, sexual tension

Do yourself a favor and imagine Spencer in these clothes during the case

You sighed, completely frustrated, while you looked for the thousandth time at the blackboard with some information from the profile that you had made for the criminal in this case.

You believed that the unsub was a Caucasian man between 30 and 35 years old, whose motive was to spy on and photograph university students who were escaping in their cars to make out at night, then force them to have sex in front of him and finally kill them cold-blooded. You imagined that he was a person with a mediocre job, that he felt insufficient, and that his voyeuristic behavior probably came from sexual frustration, something that could be corroborated by the violence that he inflicted on the genital area of the students whom he stalked using a knife, his mark on all homicides. You also believed that perhaps the rejection or abandonment of his last partner (preceded by a bad streak from his youth) due to his impotence had been the triggering event for all his repressed impulses to come to light.

All the psychological analysis was fine, it wasn't something you hadn't seen before, but the hard part of all this? Because he only threatened and killed people, he didn't rape them, at first it was almost impossible to tell who it was. He already had 20 victims in total and you weren't even close to catching him. In the last scene he had made the mistake of leaving a fingerprint and Garcia had been able to trace his true identity: Oliver Davis, a guy who fits the description perfectly. Unfortunately, this turned out to be useless because beyond the accusations of being a pervert, the man didn’t have much information that would give a clue to his whereabouts, you had even called the job that he had registered and all you had obtained was that he had several months without working there, which coincided with the beginning of the murders. After that Rossi suggested that he probably lived in a trailer (old, due to his lack of employment) where he developed the photographs and kept his trophies. That only made more sense when you thought that it would make it easier to transport or escape in case things got messy.

But words on paper and intelligent conclusions were of absolutely no use to you. You needed a plan to catch him.

"Do you have something, Reid?" Hotch had asked. You had already interviewed some students, you had set up guard duty to look for any suspicious behavior and you had even shared the photograph of the suspect in the media, but nothing had worked; The only thing left was to carry out the geographical profile to know the area in which he was attacking and thus be able to search for possible targets.

“I triangulated the locations we have of his previous homicides and I'm guessing he hits in this specific area,” he muttered, pointing to a space on the map he had on his blackboard with his middle finger. “Considering it's an area frequented by the age group due to its proximity to the universities and that it has several parks that the students told us they use to drink or go out as a couple”

"So what?" Morgan said from his spot. "We just wait until he kills someone else and hopefully we're near the scene to hear the screams?"

“Maybe we can ask the cops to patrol the area for the unsub's car,” JJ suggested.

“He's smart, there's a trailer park right here. It wouldn't be strange to find one on the streets as well.” Reid was visibly frustrated like everyone else and he ran a hand through his hair with some despair.

Your options were running out and frankly you couldn't think of anything else.

“And if we give him a target?” Emily murmured. Noticing that none of you said anything, she went on to explain her plan, “We ask police officers to send any young people they see around to home so we force our unsub to get close to who we want”

"And what are we going to do? Hire a couple of college kids to stalk them?”

“We can use our own team”

"Not to offend you, Prentiss, but we are no longer in the prime of youth"

"We don't, but Y/L/N and Reid do" when you heard your last name you were surprised, but when you heard your friend's you practically froze. First you looked at her and then at the doctor, whose gaze reflected the same stupefaction as you "You two are young, you might look like students"

"Are you saying you want to send us straight into the hands of a sexual predator?" you couldn't be offended, after all, those risks were part of the job, but you did feel somewhat reluctant about the idea.

“Do you have a better suggestion?”

“It doesn't sound so bad” Rossi murmured “It's a smart move”

“Besides, we would be watching around and we would intervene before that madman got close to you. Once we catch him, the photographs and personal items that he probably has in his trailer will be enough evidence, in addition to the fingerprint from the last crime scene” to your surprise, Derek was also pretty convinced of the plan that Emily had just devised.

"Reid, Y/L/N, would you guys be up for it?" Hotch exclaimed with his usual serious tone, looking at you and then at your partner.

Thinking objectively, the suggestion was very good. But thinking about it personally, you felt worried about the danger you two would be running into… oh, God. It wasn't until then that you realized that the plan to catch the suspect involved the two of you making out like a couple of hormonal college kids. 

You knew that the options that remained wouldn’t be as opportune as that and taking into account the temporary nature with which Oliver operated, in addition to the fact that he was already deteriorating as a murderer, it was most likely that he was already looking for new victims, so if you did that same night the chances of success were quite high. You were between a rock and a hard place and all you could do was look at him while the gazes of the rest of the room were divided between the two of you.

“I… I'll only do it if you say yes” you exclaimed in his direction, with a cautious voice and a fearful look. You knew your friend and you didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable in any way, even though you knew that both you and he knew that your personal interests would take precedence against the possibility that another couple of victims would lose their lives if you refused. It was your job, you had to do it. 

"Are you sure you guys are going to catch him before something happens?" Spencer asked your boss. You thought that with his background the last thing he wanted was to end up kidnapped or seriously injured again, even though the truth was that he was caring just as much about himself as he was about you. He had seen the photographs and knew that women were the most affected by the murder weapon… he didn't even want to imagine something like this happening to you.

"Of course. You will have communication with us and if something goes wrong we will get you out of there immediately" Aaron answered and your friend sighed nervously and then looked for your approval. You nodded slightly and he delivered the verdict, to which everyone agreed.

He was still standing, but after that he slumped into the nearest chair as he listened to everyone brainstorming ideas for setting up the scene, distributing the crew, and what they would tell the local police to do to make the decoy effective.

At some point you lost the whole point of the conversation, to start thinking about what was implied by what you were about to do.

The feeling of attraction for your co-worker had been latent in you for a couple of years, but you had never confessed it to anyone to avoid creating tension in the team or suffering the humiliation of certain rejection. Also, you knew that a crush meant distractions from what was truly important and you had tried, in vain, to eliminate it completely. But even if it hadn't completely gone, you had known how to control it, only allowing yourself to look at him with loving eyes from time to time and avoiding being too confident with him during group drinking outings. You even limited physical contact, not because you didn't like it but because you knew your greed would demand more and more of you until it became inevitable to beg for his touch. But now all that good work holding you back was screwed because in a few hours you would have to be passionately making out with him.

Still with the internal crisis, you raised your head to look at him and realized that he too had been submerged in his own tide of thoughts, which you hoped would be more positive than yours. At some point Spencer felt you watching him and when his eyes met yours he gave you that tight-lipped smile that was strangely comforting, to which you responded with the same gesture. After that it didn't take long for everyone to leave the room to fulfill their respective tasks, but you stayed seated because you honestly didn't feel enough energy to move. Besides, you had nothing entrusted to you, you were the bait.

"Hey, are you sure you're okay with this?" Spencer asked you, once everyone else had left. He looked so tired of everything, but at the same time there was a kind tone in his voice about him that made you smile.

“It's just kissing, Spence. I think we'll be fine" you assured him, trying to swallow all your embarrassment and nerves "And you?"

"I agree. I just hope we get lucky today or we'll just have to keep trying” 

"Reid, I need you to tell the cops what area we'll be in," Hotch interrupted you from the door. "You still have time to regret it," he added, looking at the two of you.

You immediately denied and after that Spencer withdrew from there in the company of Aaron. When you were about to drop you exhaled, completely concerned about the last thing your partner had said.

We will just have to keep trying. You didn't know if the idea excited you, or terrified you.

As night fell, Spencer drove the old pickup truck the unit had managed to rent for the two of you to drive into the park, with you in the passenger seat and a six-pack of beer in the backseat.

Although you were sure that it would be cold, you had decided to wear shorts and a button-down shirt that you normally wore for work, but that you had adjusted to make it look more youthful. Spencer was wearing an outfit that Morgan had gotten for him from a department store, simple jeans with a rather baggy cotton shirt and some nice boots that you didn't know where he got from, since in Quantico you had never seen him wear anything like that.

Both of you had showered at the hotel (separately of course) and you had made sure to brush your teeth and put on a good amount of deodorant and perfume before getting in the car. You had paid special attention to your appearance, not because it was necessary, but because you wanted to look perfect for him. Even with all this, you were a nervous wreck next to him, not saying a word along the way and only soft music from the radio filling the air.

When you stopped, the two of you put your headphones on to the channel the team was supposed to be on, and Morgan answered in the affirmative.

"Remember, he doesn't have to see the communicator or your weapon," Rossi spoke, who was also in the van, along with Prentiss and Hotch. "García will be watching with the security cameras and he will warn us if the trailer is coming"

"And meanwhile what do we do?"

"Pretend to be a couple, sit on the tailgate and drink beer, laugh, I don't know"

“Did you ever run away like that in college?” you asked, directly at Reid.

“Do you remember that I was like 16 when I studied at the university, right? I wasn't even old enough to drive, much less a car" he muttered and you gave a short laugh "I guess you did"

“I was too busy being the best in the institution to even think about going out and making out with idiots,” you replied, proud of yourself for that. “I mean, it's not like you're an idiot, but they were. You're very smart," you rambled, still twiddling your fingers, "Hotch, you guys will tell us when we're going to start kissing, will you?"

“When the suspect approaches, yes”

"Okay, well... then we have to go out, huh?" you muttered to him as you reached for the beers and tried to open the door to get out. You turned, expecting to see Spencer do the same as you, but noticed that he had lingered in the car for a moment, checking himself in the mirror and applying his lips with chapstick.

My God, could that man make you more nervous?

When he finally caught up with you, you went to the back of the pickup, where you opened the tailgate to sit down with a little hop. Spencer was tall enough to keep up with you just by leaning over the edge, where you watched him cross his arms. You were silent for a few moments, listening to the sound of crickets and cars in the distance.

"Do you think it's a good idea to drink?"

"Only a little. I'm having a hard time thinking while sober, I don't want to ruin the little reasoning I have left” you exclaimed as a joke. Or maybe you weren't joking so much "Just empty a couple of cans and leave them on the floor so he'll think we're really drunk." Spencer was about to do what you said when you noticed an important detail and called him over to look at you "Come here, let me fix your hair."

"What's wrong with my hair?"

"You're very well combed, it's not the image we expect" you carefully took his hand until it was close enough to pass the other through all his golden locks, messing them up enough to give him that relaxed touch that he should have. He looked so handsome, but not in the style of a fancy FBI agent but just like a young intellectual who went to parties and smoked weed “Like this. Perfect"

“Do you think we have to think of some backstory?” he asked and you looked at him with a frown. “You know, something about us. What degree are we studying, what are our names…”

"This is not a play"

"It's rude to eavesdrop on conversations, Prentiss," you said visibly annoyed, although looking at your partner that expression softened "As you wish, Spencer. Although being honest, I would say that you study… literature”

"Really?" he exclaimed with slight enthusiasm. You knew that his mother had been a teacher in the subject and you wondered if he had ever considered it.

“Morgan wasn’t wrong to choose those clothes for you. It suits you” you complimented him and Morgan whistled from the other end of the line. You felt like you were having too much fun for the situation you were in, but you needed to talk about something else to put off the reminder of what you had come to do for as long as possible. “I think you would have that hopeless philosopher/romantic vibe who flirts by whispering memorized poetry in your ear.”

“I actually know some good ones”

"Sure you do" you smiled gently, suppressing the thought of him sighing close to your neck at Bécquer "I'd probably study science or something."

"The unattainable scientist with whom the captain of the soccer team has a secret crush, but she is completely unaware"

"Where did you get that? From a 90s movie?

Spencer's laugh was one of your favorite sounds and today that was precisely not helping your situation. You felt intoxicated by how handsome he looked, like you'd discovered a side to him that no one else had, and the thought of kissing him made you tremble a little with anticipation.

“Do you want to share a beer?” he murmured, carefully opening the can and offering it to you first. You knew your partner wasn't the most enthusiastic about doing anything that involved germs, so it made you feel good that he took the lead. You took a big gulp of the drink to gather something of value and when it was his turn to drink he kept looking at you intently, you would even say that he seemed entranced.

You had made sure you were in a strategic position, with enough light for the unsub to see you and quite lonely, except for the patrol cars and the van that had been positioned at a safe distance.

“How does voyeurism develop?” you asked quietly, with genuine interest, as you shifted a bit to get closer to him.

“Voyeurism usually begins in adolescence and since during that age it is usually seen with greater tolerance, there are people who continue with these behaviors until adulthood. When voyeurism is pathological, they spend considerable time looking for opportunities to watch, often at the expense of not fulfilling important responsibilities in their lives, and people reach orgasm by masturbating during or after watching. Although if you think about it a bit, everyone is a bit of a voyeur."

"Why you said so?"

“Many men and women enjoy viewing pornography, which can be classified as voyeuristic behavior. It's not a worrying thing, but it's interesting to think about it” he explained, with those expressions on his face that he had every time he shared knowledge with you. He liked that about you, that you were always willing to listen to his data and statistics even at the most inopportune moments.

"I'm still a little scared that Oliver is trying to do something to us."

“I have my gun. If he tries to do something to you, I'll use it" you knew that killing the unsub was always the last option Reid considered, so you widened your eyes a little to show your surprise "All lives are worth, but when that life has already taken so many and it puts you at risk, I would not doubt it. You have nothing to worry about” he assured you and your heart warmed a little at feeling so protected.

"Do you know if Oliver attacks at a specific time?"

"No, he doesn’t. Just as we can be here for ten minutes, we can also be here all night."

You exhaled loudly, before taking another gulp of beer.

“Drink some, boy. I feel kind of selfish around here."

"I am nervous"

"And why do you think I'm drinking?" you exclaimed wryly, still holding out the can to him, and when he finally agreed he drank a little more than you expected “Have you ever…” you started to say, but suddenly remembered that literally the whole team was listening to you. If the answer was embarrassing, you didn't want to hear Morgan and Emily taunting you all week, so you covered your microphone for a moment and spoke again, but so quietly that only he could hear you. "I suppose you kissed someone, did you?"

"Yes," he said quickly and you sighed with relief. It comforted you a little to know that it wasn't his first kiss, because you didn't want him to have such a bad memory “Do I look so inexperienced?"

"No, that's not what I meant" you smiled "You're handsome, I know you've probably kissed a couple of girls"

"You don't need to tell lies, you know I'll kiss you anyway"

"But it's not a lie. I really think you're handsome" you confessed, gathering all the courage in you, while you smiled at him in the most serene way possible "And if we weren't literally waiting for a murderer, you know I'd be happy to do this with you"

"Smooch me?"

"Having this bad date attempt, Reid," you hissed, flushing red, as you slammed your palm into his forehead with just a little bit of force. Spencer seemed quite pleased that he made you nervous, rather than the other way around, so he grinned, “Though I think we should have brought food. I'm starving,” you pouted, swinging your dangling legs back and forth.

"That's not a picnic, Y/N"

You hated for a second that everyone was so intent on the conversation. A part of you wanted a moment alone with the brunette, even if it was in the midst of such a strange situation.

You began to talk pleasantly about things completely unrelated to the case for a couple of minutes, staying where you were, until Hotch's interruption made you jump a bit in place.

"Garcia intercepted an approaching trailer, get ready” your heart immediately sped up and you noticed him tense beside you, too, probably with the same thought flooding his head.

"Okay, come closer," you exclaimed, trying not to panic, as you spread your legs a little to allow the man to step into the space between. He wasted no time and just as you wrapped your hands around his shoulders you heard the sound of another car pulling up.

"Is that our unsub?"

"It is"

You were about to turn your head to peek when Reid grabbed your cheek and stopped you.

"He's smart. If you look at him, he'll realize it” he reminded you with a serious voice. You were so worried about everything that you were forgetting about your training “Okay, so I… Is it okay if I put my hands here?” he asked with a different tone, nervously placing both hands on your waist. You had always admired the size and anatomy of those hands, but until now you had not had the pleasure of feeling them on your body in this way.

“Tonight everything you do is fine. I promise"

"It would be a good time to start, he'll see you" Emily reminded you and you could only sigh shakily.

You two were adults, why were you so scared about kissing?

"Close your eyes" Spencer whispered to you, masking his nerves better than you "I'll kiss you, just close them," he asked you and you did.

You felt his body lean against you a little until his chest almost touched yours and then his lips shakily pressed against yours. You would always remember your first kiss, which in essence was such a brief caress that you didn't even know if it could be counted as one, the one where he wordlessly asked your permission to explore your mouth. Still with your eyes closed, you pulled him by the neck towards you and started a new kiss, a little more confident and deep this time, allowing you to savor the beer mixed with strawberries and that strange flavor that each person has.

“We…” you started to say, once you separated “you have to do it slowly, what he wants is a show” you exclaimed. Spencer felt unable to say any words and your hands caressing him so deliciously wasn't helping at all “Slow,” you repeated.

You arched your back a little to get even closer and when you finally looked up you met his caramel eyes. You needed a moment to recover and you unconsciously licked your lips, as if you needed to pick up and savor his presence in your mouth again, something that didn’t go unnoticed by his attentive look at your movements. 

It didn't take long for you to give up, as beginning the third kiss you felt that you no longer had any control over your body, your heart, or your mind. And while it was true that neither of you were experts on the subject, you guys managed pretty well as the seconds ticked by. Spencer gasped as he simultaneously felt you pull the hair from his neck and caress his lips with the tip of your tongue, while you were taken by surprise when his hands left your waist and lowered to the height of your hip, where his thumbs gripped firmly on the clip of your shorts.

There was a kiss, then another and another; they became too many to count. You didn't want to touch him anywhere and at the same time you wanted to touch him completely, in the grip of the fantasy that this was real and not just a performance. And even if you were aware that it was all fake, that would probably only have encouraged you to enjoy something to the fullest that you knew would never come back. Amid everything you didn’t know which of the two situations would be worse.

The sound of your lips colliding became so obscene that you were embarrassed, but you had no plan to stop. Your hands slid gently down the length of his neck until you reached his chest and cupped the soft cotton of his garment in your fists to make sure he didn't move away from you. The heat of the moment just went up and up, but a voice on the intercom brought you back with a jolt.

“He started the trailer. He's going to go"

Spencer closed his eyes in frustration, and you sighed. From the position he was in it wasn’t possible to get around him without being seen, so keeping all his attention was on you and him.

Maybe you weren't doing it right? You wondered what the hell this man wanted to see if you were practically eating each other, but suddenly you remembered that his motivation was even more sexual than a couple of wet kisses. Maybe he was getting bored because he needed to see that you were about to… well, do it.

"Take off my shirt," you said immediately, still too close to his swollen lips and looking right into eyes that seemed to be pitch black.

"Take... what?"

"Take off my shirt" you repeated, with a tone that made the man shudder completely. With the hands that were still holding his shirt you pulled him to you and he held his breath “And kiss me better. Like you really want me"

But Spencer didn't need to pretend that he wanted you. 

He made you completely dizzy when he began to kiss you so hungrily and you managed to keep enough composure when you felt one of his warm hands travel under your blouse, limiting yourself to letting out sighs that were drowned against his lips. But what finally caused you to let out an indiscreet and unwelcome moan was when he pulled you by the hip until you were on the edge of the tailgate and you could feel the growing bulge in his pants pressing against you. Spencer had almost managed to suppress his, but in the end, you having your own situation down there didn't help one bit. 

His trembling fingers fussed with the buttons on your shirt until it ended up somewhere on the floor at incredible speed, leaving you half-naked before him and the collection of FBI agents standing around. You might have been embarrassed if your brain could connect two coherent thoughts, but you'd lost that from the moment Dr. Reid first dared to kiss you.

You carefully guided his hands to the beginning of the curve of your breasts and now you both sighed in unison, feeling goosebumps on every inch of your skin. You pushed yourself forward just for the satisfaction of hearing that guttural sound again and your prayers were immediately answered, for it was enough for him to feel the slightest friction and he would go crazy. It was inappropriate to need him like that, but you couldn't help it.

Holding your lower back, he leaned over you and at the same time pulled you towards him until your breasts collided with his chest. In that position, your neck was exposed and your partner’s hot lips didn't hesitate to go down there, while you sighed agitated just at the height of his ear. Spencer asked you, between each kiss, to look in the direction of the trailer to see if he was still there and as you could you answered yes, which was victory enough for both of you.

As he could, he maneuvered to lay you down carefully on the cold metal of the truck without stopping kissing your neck, and by inertia you wrapped both legs over his hip. When you were hidden by the panels of the pickup he finally looked at you.

"I hope it's enough to get his attention," he said, sounding as agitated as expected, and although the circumstances meant that you two would be taking a break you flatly refused, pulling him back to kiss him.

That kiss did take Spencer by surprise and it was perhaps the sincerest of the night. It wasn’t as passionate as the previous ones, but rather it was loaded with softness and you would even say that a hint of supplication. You were begging for him not to stop, for the night to get stuck in an infinite loop where the two of you could kiss for eternity. And suddenly you felt how he, who had been so tense the whole time, completely relaxed against you, as if he understood exactly what you wanted to say. His hands came to rest on the sides of your head to be able to kiss you more comfortably and you dared to take him by the waist with the same care that you were kissing him, feeling even above the cloth the softness of his skin. 

And then he broke up with you. You feared you had done something wrong due to the suddenness of the movement and your frightened eyes searched his gaze for a sign of the reason, without finding anything. He just looked at you with something you couldn't describe, but that made you feel butterflies fluttering all over your stomach... and he stayed like that for a few seconds: just looking at you, as if he wanted to memorize all your features.

You opened your mouth to say something, but your words were drowned in a new kiss, totally different from the previous ones. Spencer was taking time with him, trapping your lower lip between his and sucking on it gently, pressing himself a little more against your body, sighing heavily into your mouth.

Your hand was already running up his side to make its way to his cheek just as screams filled the silence and you hugged him reflexively. The screams had come from Morgan, who had already moved across the park to take down the unsub and was now wrestling with him to get the knife out of his hand. Spencer hesitated for a moment if he should come over to help, but he preferred to hold you better against his body to protect you and wait for Emily to place the handcuffs on the man under her partner's knee.

From a distance you saw that he only brought with him, in addition to the knife, his camera, and a small backpack with some other murderous instruments that they managed to confiscate without any problem.

"All clear, we've got him," Hotch spoke over the radio. As you exhaled in relief too many emotions washed over you, combined with the adrenaline coursing through your body and the arousal still flowing into your crotch.

"Are you okay?" Reid's gentle voice called to you, as he pulled away to check with his eyes that everything was in order. His hair was messy and his lips were so swollen that it was almost painful to look at the image without launching yourself to kiss him again "My God, your shirt..." he said, completely embarrassed, as he bent down to pick up the garment. You looked him up and down and blushed when you noticed how tight his pants were, feeling your stomach turn a little. When he got up, he took the opportunity to look at your chest covered only by the black lace bra and a big gulp of saliva went down his throat.

You thanked him quietly and put your shirt back on, feeling the sneaky glances Spencer was giving you, just before Hotch walked up to you.

"How are you?"

"Very good, excellent" you stammered.

You could perfectly feel your swollen lips, the light sheen of sweat on your face, the heat flowing from all the places Reid's fingers had been, and the abundant moisture between your crossed legs.

After Hotch congratulated you on your performance, the two of you walked as best you could toward the rest of the agents, who were already placing Oliver on patrol. Another group was analyzing the trailer and they managed to pull out enough evidence about the murders that would be very useful in prosecuting the man.

"All good?" Emily asked in your direction, once things had settled down and the rest of the team had gathered in a circle by the van. You and Spencer just nodded at the question.

“I honestly think I'm going to need therapy after what I heard,” Dave murmured, so serious that you couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Don't you even dare make fun of this"

“No, we won't. I'm just saying you guys seemed to be enjoying it there."

"That's supposed to be the plan, right?" Spencer said nervously, finally daring to look at you and looking away almost immediately as he smoothed his hair back.

Once your boss said you could retire you escaped in a patrol car as fast as you could, wanting to get home so you could take a cold shower and soothe what wasn’t satisfied by the man. You could hardly sleep that night, still haunted by the ghost of the kisses you received from your gorgeous coworker, and the next morning you hoped that double coffee would do the trick. But apparently you weren't the only one who thought so, because at the same time that you arrived Spencer Reid crossed your path.

"Hey," he said, in that high-pitched voice that came out when someone caught him off guard, "How are you?" 

"Fine, and you?"

"Fine too"

You knew that the two of you wanted to talk about what happened, but it only took one of you to have the courage to speak first. At the same time your phones rang indicating a message and you mistakenly assumed that it was JJ contacting you to announce a case. What was your surprise when you opened the file and found a collection of photos from the night before. You knew from Spencer's face that he had received the same thing.

"Garcia did you… did she send you the same evidence?"

"That's right," he said nervously. You had to admit that if Oliver had one quality it was that of a photographer: you were sensual and perfectly captured the desire that had existed between you. Well, the one you had pretended to feel… right?

Spencer held his breath as he came to a picture of you topless in which his hand was practically on your breast, immediately remembering how that had felt. He just hoped his memories didn't affect him too much or it would be embarrassing enough to walk into the boardroom with a boner.

"They're good," you said to the air and he suppressed a laugh "But I can delete them if that makes you feel uncomfortable"

“No, no, I… I think I want to keep them too. After all, the bureau will have them in the files as evidence of the case, I prefer to have access too”

"I just hope she doesn't send them to anyone else, I wouldn't want to see my bra photos going around."

“I'll tell Garcia, don't worry,” Spencer murmured, rushing to type something on his phone.

While you waited for him to type you took another look, feeling your whole body heating up again at the memories. A part of you was grateful to have such material in your custody.

"I never thought of being the protagonist of an erotic photo session and here we are," you said ironically.

“Speaking of which…” Spencer started to say, “Not the erotic sessions by any means, don't think I'm planning on inviting you to one or that, because it would be super weird and inappropriate, but I was thinking if… huh…”

“Sell them online? I thought so too, but it depends on how much profit there is. Garcia can help us find the highest bidder and not get charged for tampering with evidence."

"What? No!" he said, completely shocked, and you laughed because you got the reaction you expected with your joke "Why would we do that?"

“Just kidding, Reid. Those photos are something I prefer to keep to myself" you clarified and your smile made him feel shy "Seriously, sorry for interrupting you. What did you want to tell me?"

"What…? huh, yes, right. It's just that this morning I was thinking about what you said yesterday, about how under normal circumstances you would have liked to have a bad date with me, right? and it just kept spinning in my head, so I was asking if you wanted to go for a drink sometime. Not like a date, of course, I'm not saying it is if you don't want to. I can just be like… well, go get a drink. As friends"

Yesterday Spencer had practically eaten your mouth and now he was nervous about asking you out. So adorable.

“You're not doing this just as compensation, are you? because you know that it is not necessary…”

“I do it because I want to. And I want to believe that… that I didn't misunderstand what happened yesterday."

You no longer even cared that it was unethical to date team members, or that if things went wrong, you would probably go into the worst of depressions. What mattered to you was that Spencer was interested in you, even if he had implied it, and that he was asking you out alone with him. Just the two of you, with fun and alcohol involved, without gossipy colleagues or mortal danger.

"Then I'd love to, Reid."

“Wow, excellent then” he smiled, feeling lucky that you agreed “I know a great bar near here, the atmosphere is generally calm, I like it because they don't play loud music. What day is right for you?"

“I'm available any day you want” you responded genuinely, grinning from ear to ear just being around him. That was the effect Reid had on you.

It was stupid to try to deny that you were still attracted to him, especially since now you had a taste of what he could do with you. You wanted to kiss him again, of course, but you were also anxious to earn that completely adoring look you'd received the night before.

“Today?”

"Yeah, why wait?" you responded, more excited than you wanted.

“Hey, I didn't ask you, but I wanted to know if I didn't go overboard with you last night. I mean… did something bother you?”

It was a smart move, you could see it clearly. It was obvious that Spencer cared about you, but you also picked up on his intentions to find out if you were interested in him too. Well, that's how it was from your perspective, because that probably would have been your motivation being in his place.

Even if it wasn't the case, you weren't going to miss the opportunity to take a little advantage of the situation.

"The kisses on the neck were something he definitely didn't expect, but they weren't unpleasant at all," you assured him, feeling your cheeks heat up again. "Did it feel good to you?"

"It did"

"So everything's perfect," you murmured, shrugging off the matter. But you both knew you couldn't see each other in the office and acted as if nothing had happened.

Something had happened. Those kisses had only fueled the tension that had always existed between you but that you wanted to ignore.

"Do you want to go after work, then?"

“Sounds good to me”

Spencer gave you one last smile and then went to prepare his usual cup of sugar with a dash of coffee. All day you were thinking about him and more than once he caught you looking at him, but you didn't even care.

So, at nightfall, with a few drinks on you and more courage in your body, you finally confessed that kissing was something you had wanted to do for a long time. You almost didn't believe it at first, coming from him, but when you finally accepted it, it wasn't hard at all to rush at him and kiss him feverishly. And this time there did not impede for you to give free rein to your desires, which led you to the soft mattress in your friend's house and kept you awake until a few hours before dawn.

[sirpotys]

García: Emily is so beautiful and perfect.

Hotch: Yeah, She is

García: I want to kiss her, I'm going to kiss her.

Hotch: No, you will not. You won't kiss Emily

García: What, why not? You're being homophobic boss.

Hotch: I'm not homophobic, you can't kiss Emily for the simple reason that she's my girlfriend.

García: ...Oh, Well, I'm not a jealous girl.

Hotch: García!

[ihavemanyhusbands]

(NOT A) Crush

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader (fluff)

Hotch does not know how to handle having a crush on you, but he's gotta do something about it.

Requested by my darling @davidwallacesgf <3

WC: 2.0k words

A/N: Autumn you were so right, soooo glad I started with Hotch hehe

Aaron Hotchner was not one for crushes. He had no time or energy for them, really. At least, that’s what he tried to tell himself.

Most of his team members already thought he was incapable of romance. Seldom did anyone see him without his cool mask of professional indifference. He took his job seriously, perhaps way too much, but his heart wasn’t made of stone. Not at all. 

Not that he would ever admit to it, at least not just to anyone. 

You had started working at the Bureau only a couple of months ago, spending your days crammed in that little corner office with Penelope. The two of you were a great match, hard-working but also able to keep things lighthearted. God knows García needed the help, too.

You were all charm, with a contagious laugh and a quick wit, so the team quickly took a liking to you. You were quite the looker too, with bright shining eyes and warm smiles, but that was usually unprofessional to point out. 

There was no way Hotch wouldn’t notice you. He treated you the same as the rest, sure, but he had you in his mind often. Your playful nature, your empathy, your kindness. Even on his worst days, you’d been able to get him to smile. You were a breath of fresh air, really.

He never did know what to do when you flirted with him, though. Words would escape him, and there had been times when he became a bit flustered. He hid it well, quickly but politely excusing himself. Internally, he’d smack himself for not being able to keep his cool. 

For your part, you didn’t think much of his nonchalance. It was clear he had nothing against you, but you also had not been around for too long. You figured he’d warm up at his own pace, maybe. 

You had great admiration for him, and you liked watching him interact with the others. He was a natural protector and leader; A figure of authority that was still approachable. Someone you could trust. 

And of course, you had to admit, he was incredibly handsome. You’d be a fool not to see that. He was tall and lean, but not overly muscular, with dark hair and thick eyebrows that almost always seemed to be furrowed. His dark brown eyes could bore holes into you from their intensity – not that you minded. 

Hell, you often found yourself wanting to giggle and swoon like a schoolgirl every time you saw him looking sharp in a suit.

“Whew! You could climb that man like a tree,” Penelope once joked, but the statement still held true.

In your most shameful, private moments, you envisioned what it might be like to kiss the golden column of his throat. To get lost in the smell of him and the deep timbre of his voice. It was probably not great to think of your boss that way, but you couldn’t really help it.

He and the team were often away on cases, but they’d all call often. Morgan opted to call Penelope more when in need of assistance, but Hotch seemed more inclined to call you. Of course this made you feel a little smug, but you also had to admit it made butterflies burst in your stomach whenever you saw his name on the caller ID.

“Talk to me Hot-ch stuff,” was the kind of thing you’d sometimes say in greeting. “Ha! Get it? Hot-ch stuff?”

There’d be silence for a moment on the other end, but you could hear the smile in his voice when he’d finally speak up. You’d learned from the best, after all.

“He’s a tough nut to crack, isn’t he?” You asked Penelope one night, the two of you eating chinese take out in her office.

She was the only one who knew of your little crush, but both of you were ignorant of the fact that it was reciprocated.

“Yup,” Penelope agreed, nodding. “But he’s a sweetheart, in his own way. Hasn’t had things easy.”

“Oh?” You leaned forward in curiosity.

“Well, he’s a single dad, divorced not too long ago. Kinda likes to dive into his work and keep busy.”

“Hmm,” you pondered for a moment, already aware of the latter part of this. “Well, I’m great with kids. Do you think that’ll score me some points?”

Penelope laughed, swatting your arm playfully. “It’s possible. Keep aiming high, sister.”

—————-

“Has Hotch seemed distracted to you lately?” Spencer asked Morgan, who immediately raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“Distracted? Not really. It’s more like brooding, and he’s always doing that.”

They were unwinding at a small bar along with JJ, Rossi and Prentiss, trying not to think too hard about work for once. It was hard to detach themselves from a case right after they were done with it, but this last one had been a particularly heavy one. 

Spencer looked unsure, narrowing his eyes. “No, I don’t think so… it’s different, but I can’t put my finger on it.”

Morgan took a swig of his beer, shrugging. 

“Well, whatever it is that’s bothering him, he’s not gonna tell us about it. You know how he is, so don’t get too hung up on it, Reid.”

Prentiss huffed in amusement. “You think it might be a girl?”

JJ rolled her eyes as Morgan chuckled, shaking his head.

“What?” Prentiss continued, “With pretty little things like Y/N running around, you just never know…”

“Oh please,” Rossi intervened. “That man doesn’t have time to be chasing some tail around. And even if he did, that’s his business, isn’t it?”

—————-

Late nights were nothing uncommon at Quantico. You were very much used to them, and really, you kind of enjoyed them. The office was quiet and calm at night, which was a nice reprieve from the hectic day-to-day. It gave you time to gather your thoughts and get lost in a task.

You hummed to yourself as you organized some files, readying them for Monday. You’d ushered Penelope out the door hours ago, insisting that she get some rest. It’d been a long week, and she deserved it. You had all weekend to sleep, so you didn’t mind shouldering the burden this time.

“I see you’re a fellow night owl,” a deep, familiar voice behind you startled you.

You turned to see Hotch in the doorway, holding two cups of coffee. He handed one to you, looking sheepish.

“I wasn’t sure how you took it, so I just left it black,” he said, clearing his throat.

“Why, thank you Hotch,” you said, taking it from him. “Such a sweet gesture, I don’t even think I’d need sugar in this anymore.”

You winked, taking a sip, feeling it warm you up. Hotch looked away, running a hand through the lower half of his face. You swore you could see the slightest blush on his cheeks, but you couldn’t be sure.

“You, uh, almost wrapped up for the night?” He asked, changing the subject.

“Almost. I need another twenty minutes or so, but don’t worry about me, I should be fine.”

You looked back down at the files, and he took the opportunity to look you over. He had seen how selfless you were, how hard working and driven. It made him proud to have someone like you on the team.

“I don’t mind waiting,” he said, surprising you. “Thanks for staying late tonight.”

You glanced over at him, feeling both unsure and hopeful at the same time. “Oh, don’t mention it. It’s all part of the job, right?”

He chuckled a little. “Yeah, I suppose it is. But still, I want you to know I appreciate you.”

There was a certain warmth in his eyes that you hadn’t previously seen directed at you. You smiled, feeling yourself relax and momentarily shedding the teasing, flirtatious persona you always were around everyone. 

“Thank you, sir. That means a lot,” you said, voice low and demure.

He could feel his heart begin to thunder in his chest. He’d seen you smiling plenty of times, but not like this. Could it be just for him? 

He definitely liked the idea of that, more than he was willing to acknowledge.

“Are you sure you want to wait for me? You really don’t have to…” you continued, fidgeting. “You need the rest more than I do, really.”

He waved your concerns off, but was touched nonetheless. “I’ll let you finish without me distracting you. I’ll be in my office whenever you’re ready to go.”

You nodded in appreciation, feeling a burst of giddiness as he walked away. Your cheeks were ablaze as you set out to wrap everything up as quickly and effectively as you could. 

It was hard not to get distracted knowing he was just down the hall, waiting for you. Yes, you! Never in your wildest dreams could you have imagined this moment coming. It still felt surreal.

Though perhaps you were reading too much into it, and this was just how he showed appreciation to everyone on the team. Maybe it was just your turn tonight. Still, you’d take what you could get.

Twenty minutes later, you knocked on the door to his office, peeking inside. His features lit up at the sight of you, but while he grinned, he still seemed exhausted. You felt a pang of guilt in your chest.

“All good to go, boss man!” You said cheerfully, reverting back to your usual self to keep things light.

He chuckled, gathering his things as you buttoned up your coat. “Guess giving you caffeine at this time was not the best idea.”

You shrugged, tucking your hair behind your ears. “It’ll fizzle out by the time I get home. I sleep like a log, honestly.”

“Lucky you,” he said, shutting off the lights in his office.

The two of you walked together to the parking lot, and he listened as you filled in the silence. He found he enjoyed listening to you talk, getting really animated when it was about something you enjoyed. He found it cute whenever your words picked up speed in excitement, almost stumbling over each other.

He just hoped you didn’t find him boring, without much to contribute. In reality, you were scared that you were annoying him, so you felt some slight relief at the sight of your car.

“Well, this is me,” You said, gesturing at it. “Again, thank you so very much for everything tonight.”

“Of course,” he nodded with a grin, unlocking his SUV but not turning towards it yet. “Any time.”

“See you on Monday. Try to stay out of trouble and get some rest, okay?” You smiled and waved a little, unlocking your car.

He made no move to leave, instead taking a fortifying breath. Screw it, it was now or never, he figured.

“Wait, Y/N,” Hotch called as you opened the door, stopping you. He stepped closer, nervously fidgeting with the keys in his hand. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.

“Could I… take you out for coffee sometime?” He asked tentatively. “Don’t get me wrong, the Bureau’s coffee is palatable, but I’m sure there’s better things out there.”

You blinked up at him, momentarily stunned. For the second time that night, you felt like you were in a dream.

“Oh… Oh!” Your eyes widened in realization that this was, in fact, very much real. “Coffee, oh my gosh, yes. Yes! I would love to!”

There you went blabbering on again. You wanted to slap yourself for it, burning with embarrassment. He tried to contain his smile, finding your nervousness adorable… and frankly a little perplexing. You were always so confident, so forward, that he did not expect to have this effect on you. He could definitely get used to this.

“How about Sunday?” He offered, secretly unable to wait past then.

You nodded, to his immense relief. “I look forward to it, sir.”

“Please,” he insisted. “Call me Aaron.”

[thatgirlstrawberry]

Sick Surprise pt. 14 — Something Old and New pt. 2

In which it’s finally the wedding day!

Warnings: fluffiness(literally so much), a tiny bit of angst, smut!!!,

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Waking up in a hotel without her fiancé was strange. Instead, Eloise was cuddled into her side with her mouth hanging open and small little snores leaving her mouth. Y/N inhaled deeply and turned over to shut off her alarm.

Penelope, JJ, Emily and Y/N’s mother had all gotten joining rooms in the hotel they stayed at so they would be ready to get going as soon as they all woke up.

Eloise was starting to stir in her sleep and Y/N knew exactly what that meant. It was time to get ready to marry Spencer Reid.

She inhaled deeply and exhaled, thinking about what it is she’d need to be doing first. “Mommy?” She heard Eloise’s quiet voice.

She turned her head to look at her with a big smile. “Yes, baby?”

Eloise squeezed her eyes shut and yawned before sitting up. “Is it time to get dressed up now?”

Y/N smiled and nodded her head into the pillow. She stretched and yawned just like Eloise had done. “Yep! We have to eat first!”

“And guess who just bought breakfast!” Garcia’s voice came through the joined door and Y/N laughed and got out of bed going to open the door.

When she did, García stood there with a bag of food, a box of more food and a jug of orange liquid that Y/N assumed was a very large portion of Mimosas.

“I brought breakfast mommy juice!” She squealed. Y/N raised her eyebrows asking her a silent question. “Yes, I’ve been up since four AM but never mind that!” She shouted, Emily groaned in the background. “It’s your wedding day! Let’s get this party started!”

She practically pushed passed Y/N and into the room. The woman smiled to herself and wiped the sleep out of her eyes. “It’s… my wedding day.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Meanwhile, at the apartment he was running around trying not to step on Eloise’s toys and listening to Derek and Rossi try to cook breakfast. Hotch was trying to get Jack dressed before they had to leave so it was one less body they had to worry about.

“Y/N wanted us at the venue to get dressed in the groom’s suite and we’re officially late!” Spencer called.

Derek groaned. “Come on, Reid! I’m burning pancakes here!” Spencer gasped.

“In Y/N’s favorite pan!? Please tell me not in her favorite pan!”

They spent the next fifteen minutes trying to scrape pancake batter into the trash can and trying to gather their suits and shoes and everything they needed so they could leave.

In the car, Spencer was silent but his eyes were speaking volumes. They were darting around the streets and the people in the cars that passed them by.

Rossi placed his hand on his shoulder. “Kid, everything is gonna be fine.”

Spencer sighed. “We were supposed to be at the venue 3 minutes and 42 seconds ago.” He blurted.

The older man huffed. “Reid, Y/N’s not even there yet. She’ll never know.” He shrugged. “Now, listen, I’ve been to enough weddings— we’ll I’ve been in enough weddings as the groom.” He cringed. “I’ve got this covered, okay?” Spencer let out a breath and nodded. “And look at that, we’re here.”

The car slowed to a stop right in front of the entrance of the wedding venue. Spencer paused before he reached for the handle of the door. “Guys, I’m getting married today!”

All of the men whooped and hollered, patting him on the back.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Hours passed and there was about forty five minutes until the ceremony. Y/N was in her dress and getting her hair done.

She licked her lips and watched Eloise play with a clean makeup brush through the mirror. “Mommy, when do I get to be marryin’ someone?” She asked, brushing her cheeks with the brush.

Y/N giggled and JJ who was doing her hair finished and stepped away. “When me and Spence tell you you can.”

There was a knock at the hotel door and García gasped, setting down the flowers she was arranging. “Reid, if that’s you, I’m going to strangle you with these bouquet ribbons!” She shouted.

“No, it’s just the mother of the bride!”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “Ooh, let her in! Let her in!” She smiled widely. Garcia squealed and went to the door. She let the woman in and Y/N stood from the chair, her dress pooling at her feet.

Her mother paused in the doorway and covered her mouth with her hands. The room was silent.

“I know, grandma! Ithn’t she smokin’!?” Eloise giggled and clapped her hands.

“Darling,” Her mother gasped. She held her arms out and walked towards her. “You are beautiful.” She shook her head and carefully hugged her, avoiding the newly done hair and makeup.

Y/N smiled. “Thanks, mommy.” She whispered.

Her mother pulled away and looked her over. “He is a lucky man.” She laughed. “And I am a lucky mother. And I’m sorry for all of the years I’ve spent away from you.”

The bride let out a breath. “Mom, don’t make me cry. Please, where’s dad?”

She chuckled nervously. “Well, he’s downstairs looking for Spencer.”

Y/N gasped, shutting her eyes and laughing. “Oh God.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Spencer stood in front of the lit mirror straightening his tie.

“Okay, everyone! T-Minus 15 minutes!” Rossi clapped. “The guests are all in their seats, ready to watch the union of you and the love of your life!” He clapped his hand on Spencer’s back.

Spencer’s eyes widened and his chest inflated. He looked at Rossi through the mirror. “Oh God, I’m getting married.” He let out a breath.

Derek walked past, fixing the cuffs on his shirt. “That’s all he’s been able to say for the past six hours.” He chuckled. “Better fix the kid before it’s time to do vows.”

Hotch nodded. “It’s All right, Reid. Just breathe a bit.” He smiled.

There was a knock at the door. “Spencer? Spencer, it’s your father in law! I need to talk to you.”

He looked around. “I-I’m getting married!” He called back.

“Yes, I know, Spencer! I need to talk to you!”

Derek was close to dying from how hard he was laughing. Rossi sighed and rolled his eyes, going to get the door.

A few moments later, Y/N’s father stepped up next to him. And he gave him a father in law to son in law talk. The usual, you hurt her, I’ll kill you blah blah blah.

There was another knock and Hotch opened the door. “Okay men!” That was Penelope’s voice. “It’s time to move I to the ceremony room! I hope everyone has all their clothes on, if not you’re walking down the aisle naked!”

She walked into the room and looked around at all of them. “Oh, Boy Wonder, you look so handsome!” She squealed. “But no time for compliments, it’s time to get you married.”

Spencer looked around with a smile but then stopped. “Wait— me? Married?”

“Yes, you! Go! Go! Go!” Derek and Rossi pushed him out the door, Y/N’s father following close behind.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

This was it. The music was playing, the guests were buzzing, the venue was absolutely beautiful. It was perfect.

Except one thing, Y/N wasn’t walking down the aisle yet. She was supposed to five minutes ago and now Spencer was getting nervous.

The doors opened and in ran little Eloise in a lavender colored dress that matched the bridesmaids. Emily ran in after her, heels clicking hard on the floor. Spencer furrowed his brows.

“Uh, Spence, Y/N would like to speak with you…” She shrugged and looked around waving at the people who were confused as well.

“What?”

Emily cleared her throat. “I don’t know. She just got all nervous all of the sudden and said she needed to ask you something.”

Spencer swallowed and nodded, waving to his mom and assuring her that everything was fine before walking down the aisle.

He opened the doors and there she was, standing with her hands folded in front of her. He remembered that he wasn’t really supposed to be seeing her yet so her choked on air and covered his eyes. “Holy shit, you’re beautiful.” He let out. “I— i mean not that i saw you or anything but I just think you’re beautiful anyway—“

“Spence,” She laughed.

“Sorry, what did you need to ask me?”

“You’re gonna say I do, right?” She asked quickly. “Because I thought you would but then I just kept thinking about the fact that you might not and then I just did all of this for nothing and you never—“

“Y/N, Can I look at you?” He asked.

She sighed. “Okay but you better save your tears for the aisle.” She joked.

Spencer chuckled and slowly peeled his hand away from over his eyes. “I love you.” He stated. “I practically need you and Eloisey to live, I’m gonna say I do. I swear.”

“I love you.” Y/N smiled. “Now get your ass back in there so I can marry you.”

Spencer smiled and nodded. “Okay, I’ll see you in there. I love you.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.

All of Spencer’s worries washed away when the doors finally opened after all of the wedding party walked in. Her smile was as big as ever. Her heart was beating two times as fast. Eloise insisted on standing right by Spencer, holding onto his leg.

The officiant said all of the boring stuff and then it was time for the vows. Y/N could already feel herself starting to get emotional from the way Spencer was looking at her as she pulled the piece of paper from Penelope’s hands.

“Sp-Spencer, I never thought I’d find anyone I love so much after I got pregnant and left high and dry.” She glanced up at him. “I didn’t think anyone could love me so much but, you’ve proved time and time again that you do. Not to mention, you’re really hot!” The guests laughed and so did Spencer. A tear rolled down her cheek and Spencer didn’t even think before he reached forward and wiped it away with his thumb. “I fell fast and hard and I’m so glad that you could be here with me. And I’m so glad that you and Eloise are so great together. I knew that I couldn’t be doing this with anyone who didn’t love Eloisey as much as they loved me.” She looked down at the girl who was smiling big and winked. “Long story short, the day I met you in the coffee shop was the day my life changed. And it was for the better. I love you Spencer Reid, forever and I love you, Spencer Reid always.”

His eyes pooled and he shook his head. The officiant smiled. “Spencer, your vows?”

“I know your competitive so, I’m gonna try to beat you at vows so here we go.” There were more laughs. “I kept a list of dates that I think were a significant point in our relationship.” Y/N but her lip. “April 1st, one year ago, the day I met you. That day, I wasn’t planning on meeting the love of my life. The second you asked me if I wanted to switch lids on our coffees I just knew that I had to see your beautiful face again.” She giggled. “April 17th, when you and I had our first real date. We ate cheese fries in a car on top of a cliff. That was an eventful evening but the way you looked at me and told me that you liked me— I just— I think I knew then that you were it for me.” He paused. “The first time we said I love you, May 23rd. I mean that speaks for Itself. I have so many more but today June 17th, I just— our wedding could be underneath a bridge and I’d still be the happiest man on earth. I love you, Y/N L/N and I’m so happy that you’re about to be a Reid.”

Y/N was fully crying now but tried to keep it together. “Oh my God, fuck you, you won!” She shook her head.

Then officiant began to speak again but Spencer stopped him. “Wait just one second.” He looked down at Eloise who was still hugging his leg and knelt in front of her. “Eloisey, I wanted to ask you something.” The girl tilted her head.

“I don have all day, Spenther…” She tapped her imaginary watch and the audience laughed.

“I love you and I wanted to ask if I could be your dad. And if you would be okay with me adopting you so you could be my daughter.”

Eloise’s eyes lit up. “You be my daddy forever!?” She gasped.

“Forever.”

“Okay, you got it! Adot me, baby!” She shouted.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Lips, teeth, tongue, hot heavy breaths. “Be— fuck! Be quick, baby we gotta be on time—“ Her hands gripped his back as her legs squeezed his waist. His hands squeezed her waist and his lips attacked her jaw and neck.

Now, they fully could’ve waited until after the reception but it was too hard (literally) to wait. “I can’t baby, gotta take my time, feel too good.” He sputtered.

“Don’t stop!”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Y/N and Spencer giggled as they entered the reception hall. She changed into a much shorter dress before their little detour to the bathroom. People were dancing and drinking and eating.

Everything was perfect.

She squeezed his hand as they walked through a crowd the guest. “We just got married.”

“We just got married!”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

HEYYYYYYYYYY THANKS FOR READING

The next two chapters are gonna be of the honeymoon!

I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

Love ya bunches ❤️❤️❤️

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Grudges

So here we go again: many many years ago (around 2017), I wrote this Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader! fanfiction, I never published it ‘cause I was always making corrections and re-reading it, I tried to publish it around 2019 I think, but then I lost that tumblr account… anyways. After all these years, I bring it to you again, with no new corrections, just myself from 2017 speaking/writing. Hope you like it!

MULTICHAPTER

CHAPTER ONE

Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!reader!

Rating: T

Word count: 4128

Summary: the BAU is investigating a series of murders in your hometown, and you’re right in the middle of it, but Dr. Spencer Reid takes a particular liking in you.

Warnings: usual tv series stuff (absent father, missing relative, murder and crime scene descriptions)

(set after season 8)

It was just another day at the BAU, Penelope had just called everyone into the conference room to explain the next case.

“Delaware. Three victims. First victim was killed two weeks ago, his name was Adrien Sanders, he was 57 years old, 5’7 feet tall; second victim was killed almost a week ago, Philip Moore, 56 years old, 5’9 feet tall; and third victim, Dennis Barnes, was killed yesterday, he was 59 years old, also 5’9 feet tall. All three were males, and as you can see, with similar physical features” she explains pointing with a laser to the pictures “Although, they were shot in different places; Sanders was shot in the stomach, Moore on the neck and the right leg, and Barnes was shot several times in… pretty much everywhere” García says, getting goosebumps from the images shown.

“He’s escalating, acting out of rage. Are there any connections besides the physical similarity between the victims?” Morgan asks.

“None, apparently. Sanders was a salesman, he was murdered in Pike Creek, getting out of a bar at night, Moore was a lawyer, killed in plain daylight, near his house in Glasgow, and Barnes was shot at his job, a car factory in Wilmington. No witnesses”.

“I believe we’ve got ourselves an unsub who uses his victims as surrogates for someone else due to the extreme resemblance they present. We’ll keep discussing it on the plane. Wheels up in 30” Hotch declares.

“There’s no evident pattern on the map, it just seems like the unsub picked… random locations” Reid says frowning while looking at the map, tracing lines on it.

“If he’s using his victims as surrogates, wouldn’t it be possible that these men are just victims of opportunity? Maybe the man who killed them is in some kind of delusion that they are who he really wants to kill, they cross paths with him, looking almost, or exactly like his target, and then… that’s it. They’re gone”. JJ says.

“Why are we assuming he’s a man?” Rossi questions.

“That’s a good point…” Spencer speaks “Nothing makes it look like it… this unsub… it doesn’t look like he had a special or knowing management of a gun given the places where he shot his victims, he didn’t use his hands, so there are no traces on the bodies, there’s no signature, no murder weapon, no sign that it was personal, there are no witnesses… there’s no way we can know if it’s a man or a woman”.

“Then we’re back at square one” Morgan concludes “We can’t move forward if we don’t even know if the killer is a male or a female ‘cause we’ve got nothing else, no signature, no nothing”.

“Of course we have something: victimology” Hotch points out “Try to stop looking for the unsub directly, start looking for the next victim, who fits the description and how could he be connected to the unsub. When we land, Reid and I will speak to Delaware authorities to find out what else they can tell us about the case, Rossi and Morgan, go to the last crime scene and let us know what you can tell about this last murder, JJ, go talk to the families of the victims, see what they can tell you about them, if they have any suspicions of someone who could’ve killed their relatives, and if they know of any connection at all with the other victims”.

“You got it” JJ assures.

“We’ll meet you again at Wilmington’s offices”.

While the BAU is busy trying to catch the killer in your town, you’re busy going to work riding your bicycle at the same time you brush your teeth.

You get to the flower shop almost half hour late and start giving Irene, the old lady you work for, explanations as to why you are late, she just looks at you all messed up and laughs, telling you it’s fine since it’s the first time you’re late and that it is no big deal.

You sigh, trying to calm your nerves. You stayed up pretty late last night, waiting for Connor’s text, letting you know he was okay. He’s been doing that for the past couple of weeks he’s been missing. At first you wondered if it was really him, he must’ve guessed that, because he sent you a voicenote, telling you not to worry, saying he needed to clear his mind, apologizing for his behavior… since then, he had been texting you everyday at the same hour every night, but last night, he didn’t text you until 4 a.m.

You figured it was normal, after meeting with your father again, who you hadn’t seen in your 25 years, until then.

You think about all of that while arranging all of the flowers on the counter and changing the signboard from “CLOSED” to “OPEN”, when you do that, you sigh again, sitting behind the counter, pulling a book out of your bag, waiting for the doorbell to ring, indicating you have a customer.

It takes less than 5 minutes for it to ring, which is weird. You frown without taking your eyes off of your book until you’re done reading that sentence. You look up with your best smile and ready to work, when you see your dad standing on the doorway. You roll your eyes and pinch your nose bridge on that precise instant, sensing an oncoming migraine.

“What do you want?” you ask, not raising your voice so Irene doesn’t get startled.

“I told you. I want to make peace with you. And your brother” he says, smiling. What a hypocrite.

“Sir. I’m gonna need to ask you to get out” you say, still not raising the volume.

“(Y/N)…”

“I told you that day at the coffee shop… neither me, or Connor, are going to make peace with you… you weren’t here… ever… the few things I know about you, are that you used to beat Connor and my mom up, and that you left the second I was born, how am I supposed to forgive you uh? Tell me” you rant.

“I told you, I am truly sorry”.

“No you’re not… and even if you are… it is not enough. Look, sir, I’m going to ask you to leave again, if you don’t, or if I see you again, I’m gonna call the police and accuse you of harassment, understood?” you state, voice firm and impassive. He looks at you, surprise in his eyes, but nods and turns around, opening the door.

“If you ever change your mind… I’m renting a small apartment here in Wilmington, in front of Stapler Park” he says before getting out and start walking.

“Screw you” you whisper, getting back to your book, when Irene comes to stand behind you.

“Your old man?” she inquires with her Alabamian accent.

“Nah” you say, not removing your eyes from the page you’re in “He’s not my anything”.

A couple of days went by, the team was at Wilmington's offices, discussing the case all over again after each of them had researched enough but came up clean.

"JJ what did you come up with?" Hotch interrogates her, frustrated about not getting anywhere near catching the unsub.

"Not much, I mean... I’m trying to make connections but... the three victims were pretty much... average Joe's... Adrien Sanders was out drinking with a couple of friends, nothing unusual according to his ex wife, Philip Moore was supposed to come home to his son and wife, he was only a couple of blocks away from his house, and Dennis Barnes was working on fixing some car engine, according to his coworkers. Nothing out of the ordinary, no leads..."

"Okay then, let's start thinking, if they're surrogates, who are they surrogates for?" Hotch follows up.

"Could be an ex husband?" Rossi suggests.

"Or perhaps it would be more likely to be an abusive relative?" Morgan thinks.

"Statistically yeah, 3.3 million American children are exposed to domestic violence in their homes each year, 45 to 70% of the same number of children who are exposed to domestic violence are also victims of physical abuse, because of the trauma, they have higher risks of alcohol/drug abuse and juvenile delinquency" Reid states, almost like quoting it from a book.

"The victims were 56, 57 and 59 years old, which means we're looking for someone between the ages of 25-30" Rossi says until Reid comes in again.

"Actually, I think we should consider 25-35 or more, statistics show that it is more likely to suffer from domestic violence when they come from an unwanted pregnancy, which means..."

"Teenage parents" JJ guesses.

"Exactly... we shouldn't even dismiss someone who is 40 years old" Reid assures.

"Okay then what are we looking for? Males or females who suffered from domestic violence, delusional, probably with a criminal record..." Hotch starts.

"Kids who suffer this, don't usually have social skills nor education" Rossi interrupts.

"I think it's time we give the profile" Hotch declares getting out of the conference room.

"We're looking for males or females between the ages of 25-40 years old, who suffered from domestic violence, they're more likely to have a criminal record, no social skills, and barely any or no education at all" Hotch says to the authorities who are present in the room.

"This unsub doesn't know how to manage his anger, he uses his victims as surrogates to what we think might be an abusive relative" Morgan informs.

"He or she might as well be delusional, he kills his victims because he thinks he saw his real target. The victims he's looking for are males from 55-60 years old, with a fair complexion, dark hair, and about 5"9 feet tall. When you relieve this information to the press, let them know the characteristics of the victimology, in case someone knows anyone who has this specific features. Thank you" Hotch concludes before getting back to the office with the rest of the team to call Garcia.

"Ready to act, sir" she answers.

"Garcia we need you to check reports from children who suffered from domestic violence in the estate of Delaware, more specifically in the cities of Pike Creek, Glasgow and Wilmington in the last 40 years" Hotch demands.

"Your wish is my command sir, and... oh... I've got 17,334 results..."

The team keeps trying to crosscheck results for a while, but none fit the profile.

"Maybe they weren't even born here" Rossi says, frankly exhausted.

The phone rings and JJ answers.

"Yeah... could you give me his name? Barry (Y/L/N)... okay, thank you, what about an address? That's okay, thank you ma'am" JJ hangs up and looks at the team "Someone fits the description of the victims".

"Garcia, could you look for a man named Barry (Y/L/N) please?" Hotch asks.

"Right... he is 57 years old, got married in Washington D.C... and... oh my god..."

"What is it babygirl?" Morgan questions, worry in his voice.

"It's just... there are... several anonymous reports of domestic violence... and... he has a daughter. (Y/N) (Y/L/N)".

"What can you tell us about her?" Hotch interrogates.

"She is 25 years old, lives here, on the city of Wilmington, she has no social media handles, but... something's not right".

"What do you mean?" JJ says.

"She doesn't fit the profile even though her father does fit the victimology. She went to kindergarten and the first year of elementary school at Washington D.C, then she continued studying but here in Delaware, graduated from college with honors from the University of Delaware, with a degree in fine arts."

"What about a criminal record?" Morgan inquires.

"None, she's... perfect..." Garcia says, giving up.

"Okay, thanks Garcia" Hotch says and hangs up, frustrated again "It doesn't matter that she doesn't fit the profile, we should still check her out, see what she can tell us about her father. Reid, I need you to take care of that, while the rest of us try to figure out if something went wrong with the profile".

"Why just me?" Spencer frowns.

"Because you're closer to her age, and given the facts Garcia gave us about her, she sounds pretty similar to you, maybe you can get her to tell you something relevant" Aaron tells him. Spencer doesn't look so comfortable going on his own but agrees at the end, when he's about to leave the conference room Morgan yells at him.

"Hey kid! Just wrap it up!" he says mocking him and starts laughing, the whole team starts giggling, except for Hotch who only looks at him and shrugs. Spencer's cheeks turn red and he rushes to get out of Wilmington's offices.

Meanwhile, you get home from the flower shop, still no sign from Connor.

You go to your room, dodging the canvas and cans of paint so you can change into something more comfortable when there's a knock at the door. You close your eyes and frown, waiting to hear Connor's voice.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)?" a man says through the door "I’m... Dr. Spencer Reid, I'm with the FBI, could you please open your door?".

Panic starts flooding you when the thought of Connor being in trouble pops up.

You walk slowly to the door and open it, revealing the most beautiful man you've seen in your entire life. Spencer is taken aback by your beauty as well, he looks at you in shock, as if he was expecting someone else.

"Are you...?" he starts.

"Yes" you interrupt “Uh... come in please".

When he enters the small house, the first thing he notices is a huge amount of books spread all over the place, you start picking them up and trying to pile them somewhere where they don't get in the way.

"I'm so sorry" you apologize "I wasn't planning on having any visits".

He giggles softly "It's okay" he says, helping you pick up the ones on the couch, leaving them on a table near it.

"Would you um...? Like some coffee? Or tea or water or... something?" you ramble.

"Coffee is fine, thank you".

You bring two mugs of coffee to the table in front of the couch, along with sugar and milk in case he’d like to pour some. You sit next to him, holding your cup between your both hands.

"So... how can I help you?" you finally ask.

"I'm with the BAU... the uh... the Behavioral Analysis Unit, we... profile the unsub... unsub stands for unknown subject... we-uh-we are investigating the recent murders that take place here in Delaware" he explains.

"Oh... okay" you say, still not understanding how can you help them.

"Do you... do you know this man?" he asks, showing you a picture of your father, you look at it, not even taking it to get a closer look.

"Yes, he's the son of a bitch who abandoned my family the day I was born" you whisper, holding your cup more forcefully than necessary.

He looks at you with a look you can't decipher.

"There are... several anonymous reports of domestic violence... I was wondering if... I could ask you a few questions about it, about your life in general" when he says this, it hits you.

"Are you considering me a suspect?" he scratches the back of his head, bowing it down.

"Your father... matches the victimology, and even though you don't fit the entire profile, we shouldn't dismiss any possibilities... I just... I want to know a bit more about you and your family, that's all, I'm not assuming anything".

"What do you want to know?" you murmur.

"What do you remember about your father?"

"Nothing. I told you. He left the day I was born, my mother died 6 years after that".

"What...? What do you mean? Who raised you then?" he looks surprised. You thought he would know that part of your life if he already knew who your father was.

"My brother of course".

He stays quiet for a couple of minutes, staring at you.

"I didn't know you had a brother" he confesses "What's his name?"

"Connor" you look down at your, now cold, cup of coffee, and take a sip.

"Can you tell me more about him?" he asks politely.

"Well... we were both born in Washington D.C... my mother had him when she was 18 and my father was 20, it was an unwanted pregnancy... for all I know, he used to beat my mother up, and Connor as well, when he tried to defend her. 12 years later, my mother got pregnant again… the day I was born, my father left, so my brother started working as a carpenter's assistant... after dating several guys, abusive, just like my dad, my mom got into a severe depression and died when I was 6 years old... by then my brother was already 18, and he had saved up enough for us to move here to Delaware... we've been living here ever since" you explain, the images of your mother, lying dead on her bed tormenting you again.

"So your brother... he worked and studied at the same time?" he questions.

"No... he... he couldn't afford to keep us both in school, he wasn't even able to finish elementary school but... he made sure I went to and finish college. He raised me... as if I was his own daughter" you say, feeling kind of guilty.

“What about his social life?” he asks, worry starting to show up on his face.

“Neither of us has what you would consider a social life… I’m always buried either on my books or my paintings, if not, I’m working on the flower shop, and he’s always buried on his work… we have each other, and that’s quite enough, when we come home we have dinner together, talk about our day, watch a movie or something… it’s… pretty much just the two of us against the world. It’s always been like that” you acknowledge, a single tear streaming down your cheek.

Spencer looks at you almost with pity and cleans the tear with his thumb mindlessly, even though he’s not too keen of physical contact, it just seems appropriate. The gesture sends butterflies to your stomach.

“(Y/N)… listen to me carefully… I need you to tell me where your brother is”.

“What?” you exclaim, fear coming out of your voice “You think he did this? No. Spencer… no, I’m sorry but that’s not possible. You don’t know him. He wouldn’t… no… the fact that the victims are similar to my father is just a coincidence, Connor is just… not capable of this… I mean…” you ramble with your voice cracking at the end.

“(Y/N)” he stares at you, looking directly into your eyes, it is as if he can see right through you “Where is he?”

“I don’t know!” you shout bursting into tears “He disappeared two weeks ago”.

“Why didn’t you report him missing?”

“’Cause he’s been sending me texts every night, letting me know he’s okay! I figured… we saw our father again… after 25 years without seeing him, he found us… I thought… I thought it was normal that he wanted some time alone…”

“What’s his phone number?” he asks, pulling out his own cellphone, dialing a number “Garcia, I need you to run a name for me and track a number”.

“Okie dokie” a woman says at the other end of the line “Shoot”.

“Connor (Y/L/N). He’s (Y/N)’s brother. I just sent you the number”.

“Alright, let me do my magic… mmmh… oh. Wow. This is weird. I’ve got nothing”.

“What do you mean you’ve got nothing?” Spencer says, raising his voice.

“He’s not registered. At all. Not even a birth certificate. And the cellphone’s off”.

“He was never registered” you inform “Our parents never considered it important, so...”

“Where does he work?” Spencer cuts you off in a desperate way, you give him the address of the truck company “(Y/N), I need to go with the team. Will you be okay on your own?”

You nod slightly “Just… call me when you find him… please” you plead, still sobbing.

“Yes. I promise. I will. Thank you” he says reaching for the doorknob “(Y/N)… please be careful. Connor is delusional… please, lock the doors and windows... and stay safe” after telling you this, he leaves in a hurry, leaving his cup of coffee intact on top of the table.

You sit on the couch, laying down slowly, you close your eyes. You fall asleep crying, wishing that when you wake up, everything going on around you is just a nightmare.

Spencer joins the team when they’re about to leave Wilmington’s offices to go to your brother’s workplace, the moment he hops onto the van, the whole team starts bombing him with questions.

“Reid, what did (Y/N) tell you?” Hotch inquires while driving.

“Her father left when she was born, her brother is 12 years older than her which means he’s 37, their father used to abuse Connor and her mother… the anonymous reports of domestic violence must’ve been done by him, but no one ever did anything. They saw their father two weeks ago”.

“That must’ve been the stressor” Rossi affirms.

When the team gets to Connor’s workplace, they don’t find him, but they do find his boss.

“Michael Turner?” Hotch asks a bald man approaching them, showing him his badge “I’m SSA Aaron Hotchner, this is my team, we’re with the FBI investigating the murders that take place here in Delaware”.

“How can I help you?” Mr. Turner asks unsurely.

“We’re looking for Connor (Y/L/N), I believe he works for you”, Michael laughs ironically.

“Not anymore” he says “That kid hasn’t come to work for days, the last time I saw him, he had to drop some packages in Pike Creek and Glasgow, when you find him, tell him he’s fired”.

“Mr. Turner, why did you hire Connor in the first place if he had no identifications?” Spencer interrogates.

“’Cause he was just a boy… just 18, having to take care of his 6 year old sister… I took him under my wing, how could I not? But for what I see, this is the payment I get” he exclaims angrily while turning around “Excuse me gentlemen, but I have work to do”.

“Thank for your time” Aaron says, turning back to the team “Where else could Connor be?”

“If he’s been looking for a specific target, that could be his endgame” JJ suggests.

“We need to know where his father lives currently, if he’s delusional about people who look like him, his father is his endgame” says Hotch.

“We need to be fast, he hasn’t killed anyone in days, that could mean he already knows where his father lives, I’ll call Garcia” Morgan decides and dials the number “Hey, talk to me babygirl”.

“My chocolate thunder, what can I do for you?” she answers.

“I need you to tell me where Barry (Y/L/N) currently lives”.

“Okay let me check, he… oh no. He just rented an apartment in front of Staple Park, here in Wilmington, I’m sending you the complete address right now”.

“Thanks Garcia, we’re on our way ” Hotch indicates, turning the siren on and starting the engine of the SUV.

When they arrive to Barry (Y/L/N)’s apartment, they discover he is just fine, watching TV on the livingroom.

“Can I help you?” he asks standing up, clearly mad about some stranger breaking into his house, his voice is hoarse from drinking.

“Mr. (Y/L/N), we’re with the FBI, have you seen your son Connor (Y/L/N)?” Hotch asks annoyed by the man in front of him.

“My son?” he chuckles “I don’t think my son will want to see me ever again”.

“He hasn’t talked to you? Threatened you?” Morgan inquires.

“No, but who did threat me, actually, was his sister” the team notices right away that he said ‘his sister’ instead of ‘my daughter’. Barry rolls his eyes “She said she’d accuse me of harassment if I came near her ever again”.

“She’s not our unsub” Reid claims abruptly.

“We know that, Reid” Hotch tells him, dismayed by his sudden behavior “Mr. (Y/L/N), please don’t hesitate on calling if something strange happens”.

“Stranger than a bunch of FBI agents breaking into my apartment?” he huffs “Yeah, okay, I will”.

The team gets out of the house, confused by the pattern Connor has been following.

“He hasn’t killed anyone else, that can just mean that he’s looking for his endgame, the one who made it imposible for him to live the life he wanted or deserved” Rossi intervenes.

“Unless…” JJ starts “Unless his father isn’t his endgame”.

“Who else could it be?” Morgan exclaims, raising his eyebrows.

“(Y/N)” Reid says, running towards the SUV, followed by the rest of the team.

Chapter 2

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[babymetaldoll]

"Love cramps" (Spencer x fem!reader)

Summary: (Y/N)'s period is killing her and Spencer takes care of her. 

Word count: 3,2K

Warnings: I don't remember if there is any bad word in this, but the amount of fluff should be illegal. 

A/N: Hi! I've missed writing Spencer so much!  And I've missed you all too! I hope your year is going well!   

all too! I hope your year is going well!   

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It was a very bad day for Special Supervisory Agent (Y/N), and it was getting harder and harder not to let it affect her work. Luckily, the entire BAU team had a desk job day, trying to catch up with all the paperwork pending.

That sounded like a good plan: not moving from her desk.

It all started with that awkward damp sensation in her panties all of a sudden, right in the middle of writing a report. The young SSA froze on her chair and even held her breath, praying she still had a tampon left in her drawer.

And only because her day could be worse, she was out of tampons and pads.

- "Penelope's house of "how may I save your ass today?"

- "García, my savior! I need your help!"

- "Hey, little monkey! what can I do for you today?"

- "Do you have an extra tampon I can use?"- (Y/N) whispered on the phone and made sure no one could hear her. She didn't notice Spencer was paying much attention to her call, though he couldn't really listen to what her best friend was saying.

- "Sure! I have some here."

- "You are a lifesaver, Garcia! I'll go to the Batcave in a minute."

(Y/N) moved quickly but carefully to Garcias's office. She even checked her chair to make sure she hadn't gotten it dirty, a paranoia that brought her back to her high school days, when the worst thing that could happen was to put yourself in evidence during "those days."

Spencer raised his eyes from his file and stared at her. In the last six months, she had turned from the new agent of the team to his best friend. He had never told her that, 'cos he was afraid that it might sound weird. Do people often confess their friendship? When you have a best friend, you just know, right? you don't have to tell them, "Hey, you are my best friend, and I love you." The "I love you" confession was especially hard for Spencer, but he refused to think about that. In fact, he refused to think of anything related to (Y/N) for the following hours until work was done, and he could invite her for dinner.

Of course, that task was more challenging than he imagined, especially when he noticed his dearest friend came back from Garcia's office chewing M&Ms.

- "Can I get one of those, pretty girl?"- Morgan asked with a charming smile and playful wink. Spencer held his breath, staring at the scene. (Y/N) put some chocolates on Derek's hand and turned to Reid.

- "Want some?"- the way she smiled at her friend when she offered him chocolate made Spencer skip a beat. He blushed and stuttered before receiving the M&Ms and eating very slowly. Derek stared at him and chuckled, shaking his head.

- "Don't,"- Spencer whispered and locked his eyes on his work to avoid his friend's teasing.

Around noon the cramps started. (Y/N) felt them slowly coming but tried to control them with the only things she had. More candies and herbal tea. Needless to say, none of that was actually helping her. If anything, everything around her made her feel worse.

- "Someone has a sweet tooth today."- Derek smiled at (Y/N) when she walked back from the vending machine with another packet of M&Ms. And without even asking, he reached out his hand and grinned almost innocently.

- "Dude, if you want candies, just get yourself some and leave me to eat mine alone! Don't be a jerk!"- the fact (Y/N) nearly yelled in the middle of the bullpen made most people there turn their heads over. But the fact that she yelled at her friend was what shocked everybody.

- "I'm sorry, girl. I didn't mean to upset you. Are you ok?"- Derek wasn't going to take those words seriously; he knew (Y/N) wasn't usually rude with anyone (except a few unsubs when needed), so he kept his eyes on her as she sat behind her desk and waited for her answer.

- "Yes, Derek, I am ok. Thank you for asking."

Spencer stared at the scene from his chair, knowing (Y/N) was lying. Clearly, something was bugging her, and he just wanted to help her feel better.

The candies didn't help with the cramps and neither with the nauseous. Or the headache. (Y/N) felt like a bag of dirty, and all she dreamt of while sitting at her desk was reaching home and crawling into bed.

Why was it so hard being a woman? Men never go through something as painful as menstrual cramps or giving birth, as a matter of fact. (Y/N) felt the rush of her hormones taking the best of her that day. She knew it, and she felt so powerless about it. It was like her body was rebelling against her and her better judgment. She knew Derek's attitude hadn't been as bad as she felt. But she couldn't control her own reaction. (Y/N) rested her head on the desk and closed her eyes. She just wanted that day to end.

- "Hey,"- Spencer whispered and looked at his friend with a sheepish smile- "I'm sorry to bother you, but I was thinking... if maybe you wanted to grab some lunch with me."

- "Thank you, Spence."- the young SSA whispered and raised her head from the desk to smile at Reid- "But I don't feel like eating anything at the moment."

- "Maybe I can bring you something for later?"

- "No, thank you."

- "Are you ok? You look pale"- and somehow, against all the odds, Spencer moved closer and held (Y/N)'s hand. A bold move for the resident genius, who always stayed away from any human contact- "You are freezing!"

- "I'm ok"- (Y/N) wasn't ashamed to correct her friend from assuming she was sick. But a part of her enjoyed how worried and sweet he was acting.

- "Want me to tell Hotch? Maybe you can take the rest of the day and go home."

- "I don't think Hotch is gonna give me the day off for menstrual cramps."- (Y/N) murmured and closed her eyes, feeling her uterus twisting inside of her.

- "If you don't feel well, you should go home."- and without hesitation, or even giving space for arguing, Reid walked to Hotch's office and opened the door. (Y/N) wanted to follow him and stop him, but honestly, the pain was too much at that point, and she could barely move her legs. She felt like her body wasn't going to reply to any command.

- "Hi, Hotch. Do you have a minute? Hello, Elle."

- "Reid, can you come later? I need to go through some files with Elle."

- "Sorry, but this will only take a minute."- and ignoring Hotchner's commands, Spencer walked in and closed the door behind his back. That was the very first time that Reid had disobeyed Hotch's commands.

- "Reid..."

- "Just a minute, Hotch. I need you to authorize (Y/N) to go home and take the rest of the day off."

- "Why? is she ok?"- Elle asked and turned to Spencer, concerned.

- "Yes, she doesn't feel well. She didn't want me to tell you, but I think it's better if she goes home. She needs to rest. I can finish her paperwork for the day."

Aaron kept his eyes on Spencer's for a few seconds, reading him. The young profiler was nervous and kept playing with one of the bottoms in his sweater, and though he tried his best to maintain eye contact, his eyes fidgeted all over the room.

- "Ok. But if she is not feeling well, please drive her home. You can catch up on your work tomorrow."- Elle turned to look at Hotch when she heard him speak those words. Spencer thanked him and quickly excused himself.

- "I thought you said you wanted Spencer to help us analyze the letters written by the unsub in the Oklahoma case."

- "Yes, but the letters will still be here in the morning, and we still haven't got police authorization to work the case."- Hotch explained and made a short pause- "Besides, in three years here, Spencer had never asked for authorization or himself or anyone else. (Y/N) has to be honestly sick to make him do such a thing."

- "Well, I think if she had a splinter in her finger, Spencer would push us to take her to the hospital. He is madly in love with her."

And Elle wasn't wrong. But Spencer refused to admit it out loud and less sharing his feelings with (Y/N). He was happy just being her friend. Nothing else mattered.

(Y/N)'s apartment smelled like cinnamon and red apples. It was welcoming and warm. As soon as they were there, (Y/N) locked in her bathroom while Spencer made her a cup of tea. He knew she loved it, and he also knew she needed a warm drink to help her with her cramps.

- "Fuck you!!!"- Spencer nearly jumped as he heard (Y/N) yelling from the bathroom.

- "Are you ok? (Y/N)?"- he knocked on the door and listened carefully- "(Y/N)? do you need help?"

- "I'm ok... I'm just stupid"- the girl opened the door and cut Spencer a short smile. She was going through her medicine cabinet, trying to find something for her cramps.

- "Do you need me to get you anything? I can run to the store."

- "Don't worry..."

- "I mean it. Do you need tampons? Chocolate? a cheeseburger?"- Spencer was trying his best to remember all the things he had read that allegedly helped women during their period. (Y/N) smiled and looked at her first aid kit.

- "I ran out of mefenamic acid, and the pain is killing me."

- "I'm on it!"

- "Really? Thank you so much, Spencer. You are the best."

Spencer held her hand and guided her to her bed, where she cuddled with a bottle of hot water he had prepared for her.

- "The store is just two blocks away, remember? Where we got that emergency aid kit for your go bag."- (Y/N) whispered, and Spencer nodded, knowing exactly what she was talking about.

- "Take the house keys."

- "I made you an herbal tea. I left it on your bedside table."

- "You are perfect, Spencer Reid. Thank you."

But Spencer couldn't answer that. He just smiled, mumbled something incomprehensible, and then walked out of the apartment.

A half-hour later, (Y/N) kept feeling her uterus wanted to murder her from the inside out. The warm bottle wasn't doing anything, nor was the herbal tea. She had always suffered from hard cramps, but the pain was higher this month than she had ever felt. She was on the verge of tears when she heard Spencer walking into her apartment. If she hadn't been in deep pain and feeling floated like a balloon, she would have tried to look cute. Of course, (Y/N) had a massive crush on Spencer. He was cute, he was nice, bright, and the most caring person she had ever known. But at that minute, she was in too much pain to think about her crush.

- "Hey, how are you feeling?"- Spencer walked in and whispered as (Y/N) raised her arm and turned to him.

- "Give me the drug, please"- Reid handed her the pills and looked into the bags he had gotten.

- "I know you said you weren't hungry, but I got a few things to eat in case you felt better."

- "Thank you, Spencer,"- she whispered as she took two pills and sipped what was left of her herbal tea- "Thank you for everything."

- "There is nothing to be thankful for, (Y/N). I am happy I got to be useful."

- "You are perfect."- (Y/N) whispered, but she knew he heard her, 'cos his cheeks turned blood red in a second. It was the second time she had said those words that day, it couldn't be a coincidence. Right?

- "I got you a few things to cheer you up,"- he said and changed the subject right away- "Chocolates, a bouquet of flowers, scented candles, and ice cream. Sorry, there wasn't a larger selection of flavors at the store."

(Y/N) smiled and sighed. If she knew how much Spencer liked her, she would have hugged him. Her eyes watered up as she bit her lips, knowing it might look silly to cry over such a nice action.

- "Are you hungry?"- she murmured, laying on her bed, wrapped with a blanket, and waiting for the pills to do their job- "Give these babies a few minutes to kick in, and I'll cook you something very nice."

- "Don't worry, (Y/N). You have to rest. I can make you a sandwich or some soup if you want."

- "I honestly can't eat anything right now, but feel free to eat whatever you find in the fridge."- Spencer nodded and walked to the kitchen. He put the flowers in a base and made himself a PB&J sandwich. When he walked back to the room, he expected to find (Y/N) asleep, but instead, she was sitting on the bed, holding the remote control.

- "Wanna watch a movie with me? or do you have to go back to work?"

- "A movie sounds nice. I told Hotch I was going to stay and take care of you today."

- "You don't have to if you don't want to."- (Y/N) murmured and hugged a pillow.

- "But I want to. I'm worried about you. I know period cramps are normal, but did you know that in 5% to 10% of women, the pain is severe enough to disrupt their life?"

- "I never imagined you had period facts to share."- (Y/N) joked, and Spencer simply nodded with a shy smile- "Come on, sit here with me. Are you ready for a chick flick marathon with me?"

- "Yes, I am. What are we watching?"

A few hours later, both FBI agents had watched "10 things I hate about you," "How to lose a guy in 10 days," and now they were in the middle of "Never been kissed." At that point, the two of them were under the covers, all the chocolates were gone, and Spencer had ordered take-out from their favorite Thai place.

- "What would you do if you could go back to high school now?"- (Y/N) asked her friend and moved a little closer. They had been casually cuddling for the last two movies, but neither had said a word about it.

- "I think I would do my best not to do it. I'm glad I was done with that in two years."- Spencer chuckled and kept his eyes on the screen, watching how Drew Barrymore passed for a high school student, no questions asked.

- "I think I would pay no attention to class. Now I know none of that nonsense will be useful as an adult."- (Y/N) admitted and heard Spencer chuckling next to her- "I would also stop myself from wasting so much time dating assholes."

- "Were there too many?"

- "No, just two, but neither of them was worth all the tears I cried. I see it now, but it felt like the end of the world back then."

- "I know what you mean."

- "Were you broken-hearted in high school too?"- (Y/N) turned and looked at Spencer. He sighed and nodded slowly- "You were incredibly young to be broken-hearted."

- "Yeah, I was. But I guess it was good that I learned to give up love from a very young age."- Spencer confessed, his voice filled with sadness and honesty. (Y/N) kept his eyes on him and bit her tongue not to pour her heart right there.

- "What happened?"- that was all she managed to ask.

- "Well, let's say no one actually looked at me as if I was a human being. I was a joke to all the kids, and the only girl I ever had a crush on played a cruel joke on me that got me beaten up and tied naked to a football goal."

- "Are you serious?!"- (Y/N) nearly jumped after hearing that confession.- "I need names, Spencer. I am going to kill whoever hurt you!"

- "Thanks, but..."

- "No, I mean it. You can't share this kind of information and hope that I'll do nothing about it. I will destroy whoever made you feel bad about yourself."- Spencer felt warm just to hear those words, and he knew (Y/N) meant it. She wasn't sorry for him; she was her friend and wanted the best for him. And he wanted her.

- "It's ok. Time passed, and I realized I..."- but Spencer couldn't speak anymore. (Y/N)'s lips crushed against his. It was a short peck, it only lasted a few seconds, but Spencer's brain shut down. He just stared at (Y/N) in silence when she moved apart from him and didn't know what to say.

- "Sorry... I just thought..."- she mumbled and stared at Spencer's freaked face.- "Please don't hate me. I just wanted to kiss you."

- "Why?"- Spencer wasn't joking. He didn't know why (Y/N) would want to kiss him. No girl had ever wanted to kiss him before, as far as he knew.

- "Because... I"

- "Please don't tell me my story made you feel sorry for me."

- "No!"

- "Is it because of your hormones?!"

- "No, Spencer. I wanted to kiss you because I like you!"- (Y/N) simply blurted, not analyzing the impact of her words. He looked at her and waited a few minutes to see if she laughed. But no. Instead, she kept looking at him in a way he always longed for. Sadly, those were the kind of things that never happened to Spencer.

- "I get it. But you don't have to do this just 'cos I've had bad experiences."

- "No, Spencer... I wanted to kiss you because I like you. I'm sorry if this makes everything weird. We can pretend it never happened."

- "But I could never do that. You kissed me."- (Y/N) nodded as Spencer stared at her- "You kissed me."

- "Yeah. And if you stay still, I can do it again."- she murmured and bit her lips for a few seconds, waiting for Spencer's reaction. He hesitated, still scared it might all be a joke. It is sad to think some people can doubt so much of any sign of love and care because of how much they've been hurt before.

But after a couple of seconds, (Y/N) felt Spencer's hand on her cheek as he leaned over and rubbed his lips against hers. It felt in slow motion, like a dream come true. It felt good and right, like how a first kiss should feel. If it had been a movie, (Y/N) was sure she would hear the fireworks around them.

- "Wow..."- she mumbled when Spencer moved apart. He kept looking at her, her eyes, lips, and cheeks, trying to read her, to figure out what would happen next.

- "Was that ok?"- Reid asked and watched (Y/N) nod in response- "Can I do it again?"

- "You can do it forever,"- she whispered and giggled, kissing Spencer one more time.

- "Do you wanna go out with me tomorrow for dinner?"- Reid murmured in between kisses.

- "Yes. I would love that very much."

- "Will you still feel sick tomorrow?"- he caressed her cheek and kissed the tip of her nose.

- "Not in a million years."  

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[greg-montgomery]

hi It's the first time I have a request so I'll ask for the best

I was thinking about Aaron hotchner x BAU wife reader where the reader is pregnant and since she is in her last weeks of pregnancy she can't fly on a plane so she stays in Quantico Virgina helping Penelope and the team go to a case (the city of your choice) and reader's water breaks just at the FBI offices keeping Penelope company and helping in whatever way she could , then Penelope takes her to the hospital and while there she calls Hotch to tell him that Mini Hotchner is on the way, reader talks to Aaron telling him not to worry and that she will be fine saying something like "this baby won't be born until his daddy is holding my hand" then he is super distracted in the case and wants to catch the unsub to get his wife, Rossi tries to get him to go to Virgina but Aaron knows that they need him and García being in the hospital with reader sends messages to Aaron telling him how everything is going, and for Aaron's good luck they manage to catch the unsub and immediately return to Virgina and he manages to get to the hospital when reader still does not enter in labor and a few hours later Aaron and reader they welcome their baby boy introducing him to Jack and the team as "Eli Hotchner"

hi! this is on my pinned post:

[wanide69]

The human names of the bfdi-tpot characters

The male

8-Ball:Owen Baker Vik

Balloony:Bailey Pond

Black Hole:Ben Homer Black

Blocky:Blake Kennedy

Bomby:Bobby Mix

Cake:Casper Kay

Clock:Clarence Lowe

Cloudy:Cloud Carey

Coiny:Conner Neville

Donut:Dennis Peters

Eraser:Edgar Sánchez

Firey:Finley Irvine

Firey Jr:Finley Jr

Fries:Fern Livingston

Gelatin:Garrett Hill

Grassy:Gary Fay

Lightning:Lewis Knight

Loser:Lucas York

Marker:Mark Fisher

Nickel:Nick Leon

Pen:Peyton Andersson

Rocky:Ricky Mostyn

Snowball:Scott Baker Willis

Spongly:Stone Furlán

Stapy:Stanley Pine

Tennis Ball:Terry Baker McKenzie

Tree:Trent Fay

Woody:Woody Long

The femela

Basketball:Babbet Baker Smith

Barf Bag:Barbara Battle

Bracelety:Bridgette Cagney

Bell:Bella Cheng

Book:Brooke McKenna

Bottle:Bonnie Talbot

Bubble:Belinda Sladen

Eggy:Emily McGee

Fanny:Fanny Volkov

Foldy:Foxley O'Dell

Flower:Florencia "Flora" De La Rosa

Gaty:Gabriella Tyler

Goflball:Grace Baker Jung

Ice Cube:Inés De La Cruz

Leafy:Leah Fay

Liy:Lily Toyo

Lollipop:Loretta Pollock

Match:Martha Castillo

Naily:Nelly Allen

Needle:Natalia "Nataly" Kimura

Pencil:Penelope "Penny" Andersson

Pie:Piper Lawson

Pillow:Petra Willow

Pin:Paulina García

Puffball:Pamela Baker Saxby

Remote:Rose Moss

Ruby:Ruby Evans

Saw:Shawna Hunt

Taco:Taylor Campos

Teardrop:Teresa Dross

The no binary

Price Tag:Paige Taggart

Winner:Wilbert Nixon

Profily:Porter Fry

Fun fact: Penelope and Peyton (Pencil and Pen) are twins, although Penny acts as Peyton's older sister.

Trent, Leah and Gary are siblings of different ages (Tree is the older brother, Leafy is the middle sister and Grassy is the younger brother)

Finley and Finley Jr are cousins ​​and Finley Jr's family named him after his older cousin (Firey) and their families live in different countries (Firey's lives in Australia, his native country, and Firey Jr's lives in the USA). )

All characters that have "ball" in their names in the human version have Baker in their middle names.

[snowyjay]

possibly my favorite aspect of the Criminal Minds revival is the evolution of Kirsten Vangsness’ Penelope García during her time away from the FBI.

[violetrainbow412-blog]

A (not so) little secret

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

word count: 3.3k

Summary: even though you and Spencer have kept yours private pretty well, one night the universe seems determined to let everyone know.

warnings: established relationship but still secret, a mention of sex, and some references. I think that's all

The sound of the phone ringing pulled you out of your sweet and recent dream and when you opened your eyes you needed a moment to get your bearings. You were on a soft bed, a thin sheet covering your half-naked body, and the room smelled of lavender emanating from a humidifier. When you moved a bit you collided with a warm lump and that was the piece to finish building the scene: you were at Spencer’s house. You opened your eyes and that's when you saw that it was the purple phone on the nightstand that was ringing, next to the alarm clock with bright letters that said 4:00 am.

You had ended up in the man's apartment after a long day at work with the promise of ordering food at home and resting for a while, but at some point the kissing on the couch escalated to ending up in bed; it wasn't something you complained about, of course. He always took care of making you feel so good and had a resistance that came to surprise you, so you enjoyed each other for a long time. You were a little sore (in a good way) and exhausted by the end, but the thought that you would be able to rest up late the next morning had comforted you greatly. You would have fallen asleep barely two hours before then, but since the noise didn't seem to disturb your boyfriend's sleep and you were closer to the device, you decided to reach out to pick up the call.

"Hello?" you sighed sleepily. You couldn't imagine who could want something at that hour, although the fear that it was a call from Bennington Sanitarium about Diana's health made you think it would be irresponsible not to answer.

"Reid?" asked the voice on the other end of the line and you recognized it immediately.

"Hotch?" you murmured, a little more lucid. As soon as the last name was out of your mouth, you realized how stupid you'd been to answer instead of waking Spencer up for him to answer. It was your boss, calling the landline of one of his agents, and it turns out that it was you who had answered.

“Y/L/N?” he spoke again, sounding confused. "Are you with Reid?"

You were silent for a second as panic washed over you, your brain working at full speed to think of what to say.

“Huh… yes. I didn’t feel very well and he said that I could stay here” you confessed. Technically it was the truth, although you preferred to spare yourself the intimate details. 

Even though it wasn't a crime to go out with unit mates, if it was a little… how can I put it? Immoral maybe? It could take away from your objectivity in cases and it was definitely a distraction at work, but when it came to Spencer Reid, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't help it.

You had already been together for a few months. You realized you had feelings for him after he offered to stay with you for some days in the hospital to care for the gunshot wound that grazed your shoulder during an unfortunate event. It was so nice to be under his care, he brought you delicious food all the time, every day he bought new flowers for the next vase and always made sure you were comfortable.

Probably the daily stress had clouded your vision a bit, but in an environment so far removed from all your work, it was when you realized how wonderful Spencer could be, and let's be honest, men like that don't grow on trees in droves. It didn't take long for you to buy him a drink, just to thank him for all he'd done for you, but then the dates became recurring. One night the two of you finally talked about what you wanted for your future and then decided to start something formal.

At first it was easy to hide it in the office, after all no one would have reason to suspect anything. Morgan was annoying sometimes, thinking that he was the only one who noticed how you looked at each other, but the others hardly noticed. The problem was when, over the months, the connection between you strengthened romantically and physically, coupled with the sweet nicknames with which you called Spencer in private that on more than one occasion almost slipped from your lips.

By this point you were enjoying being with him so much that you honestly didn't care what the team might think about the relationship, you thought hiding it was more of a habit than a necessity, but you didn't know if Spencer felt the same way. You hadn't really needed to talk to him about it, at least not until now.

“Okay, then tell him that something urgent came up. I need you both to come to the office as soon as possible because in a few hours we are flying to Boston."

"Okay, we'll be there"

"Fine"

The communication was cut off there and when you turned after hanging up the phone you noticed that Spencer had already woken up, probably by the sound of your voice having a chat. He looked so cute and sleepy that you couldn't help but caress his face with your palm to help him wake up.

"What's going on?"

“It was Hotch. They need us in the office”

"I figured," he grumbled, stretching a little to shake the numbness out of his body.

“He realized that I am here. I'm sorry"

"It's okay, love. Don't worry about it,” he said, totally calm, as he stood up and gave you an absent-minded kiss on the cheek. He got up and started rummaging through the closet for something decent to wear over the black boxer shorts he was wearing, while you rubbed your face with your open palms "How do you feel?"

"Tired" you laughed, unconsciously covering your torso with the sheet. You still didn't feel confident that he would see you naked for so long, even though you had already had sex on considerable occasions "So you're not angry?"

"Angry? Why should I be?"

"Because he knew I'm here" you answered softly and he stopped what he was doing to look at you. You knew it took Spencer a few minutes to fully wake up, though he seemed quite conscious as he knelt on the side of the mattress you were on so he could speak. "I mean… do you think we're going to get in trouble?"

"I don't think so" he replied, as one of his hands slid down your bare leg to rest on your knee "Does it bother you that he knows?"

"No, no. I'm just… I'm worried that he'll send us to different departments”

“Just because we're dating? He would never do that” Reid laughed, finding your panic a little cute “He would lose his best agent”

"Are you referring to you or are you referring to me?"

"Applies to both" he replied quickly. You thought he would be more reluctant about the matter, so you practically took a load off your mind seeing him so calm by your suggestion “Actually I've been thinking about it a lot lately. Garcia and Kevin had no problems with their relationship so… why would it be any different with us?

"Because they weren’t in the same unit"

"So you don't want to try it?" he asked, sounding a bit dejected. Apparently it was a subject on which he had previously reflected.

“Of course I do, Spence. If you want to do it, then so do I" you assured him. He looked at you with some admiration and smiled happily, feeling satisfied with the answer “So it's a fact? Shall we just say it, just like that?” you muttered nervously.

Spencer took a few seconds and you could almost see the gears of his brain working behind his front.

“First we can talk to Hotch and explain the situation. Then there will be an opportunity to tell the others."

"Good"

“But we can discuss that another time, okay? for now just… get dressed. Not that I'm jealous, but I wouldn't want to see you walking around in nothing but your panties”

"Perhaps you would like it, what you would not like is for others to see me" you argued, managing to get a giggle out of him before he got up to continue with what he was doing. 

It didn't take long for you guys to get ready, and considering it was early morning, Spencer rummaged through his closet for a hoodie he could fit you into, even though you'd refused. You didn't even bother to dress up, you just tied up a messy ponytail and walked out of the place like that.

Normally you arrived at the office at different times, almost always the fifteen minutes between each subway schedule, but you thought that right now that was the least important thing. Although he didn't like to drive, he let you sit in the passenger seat of the light blue car that he only used in very necessary cases.

During the journey you got distracted looking at the city lights and at some point these lulled you so much that you ended up asleep against the seat. Spencer made sure to drive more carefully and avoid potholes, until he parked outside the FBI building. When he stopped and looked at you so peacefully, he wished he could just leave you like this, even though he knew everyone was probably already waiting for you inside.

Despite the urgency that the situation required he took a moment to look at you, feeling his chest swell with love. A part of him was guiltily glad you'd answered that call, because for the past week he'd wanted to talk to you about stopping keeping things secret and that had given him the perfect excuse. He wanted to have more moments like this with you, not just limit himself to giving you his love imprisoned by the four walls of an apartment.

“Hey,” he called to you in a small voice, when he finally snapped out of his trance, leaning down to stroke your arm hoping you'd react “We're here, pretty. Wake up"

You let out a groan, clearly not wanting to leave, and when you opened your eyes you felt your eyelids completely heavy. By way of persuading you, Spencer reached up to kiss your lips, in a prolonged and loving way that helped you remove all traces of sleepiness.

Inside the car you were oblivious to anything, without knowing that a person had been watching everything with their mouths open. Emily Prentiss practically ran to get to the office before you did and once she entered she desperately searched for the rest of her coworkers, finding Morgan, Garcia, and JJ talking to each other.

“Prentiss. where in such a hurry?

"You won't believe what I just saw," she said, without even saying hello, and the three of them stopped talking to pay attention to her, after all the tone warned them of a sure gossip "Reid was kissing a girl in his car"

“Spencer?” Garcia said, sounding incredulous but also excited.

"Yeah! I was getting out of my car when I saw him park with a girl in the passenger seat and then he leaned over to kiss her. Do you think she’s his girlfriend?

“Maybe we interrupted him in the middle of an adventure. Poor boy,” Morgan laughed, feeling sorry for his younger friend.

“I didn't get a good look at her face, but she was wearing a hoodie like… grey? I think so, it was grey."

The conversation was interrupted by the sound of the elevator opening and the three of them turned to see who it was. There was Hotch, of course, Rossi next to him, and behind both of you were Spencer and you.

"Thank you all for coming. Let's go to the meeting room” your boss announced, not stopping his walk and waiting for the rest of you to follow. Everyone ignored Rossi's greeting as Emily's eyes widened and she jerked her head in your direction, as if trying to make out some feature. JJ nearly choked on her own saliva when she noticed your gray hoodie, while Penelope and Derek shared a knowing look at the obviousness of it all.

You two didn't even notice what the rest were up to, so before long the whole team was already seated at the round table. It was a custom not to sit next to Reid, partly so you wouldn't be tempted to touch him, but also so you could look at him all the time.

When JJ started giving you the details of the case you were fighting to keep your eyes open, feeling disgusted and worried about the serial killer you had to profile this time, but also completely exhausted. Spencer's hoodie felt so comfortable that you hugged yourself hoping for some comfort, and then you noticed that he was looking at you. You smiled at him from where you were, wishing you could sit on his lap to listen to the rest of the meeting, while he circled his index finger on the left side of his chest, where his heart was. It was a sign he had adopted to let you know you were there. Derek, who was next to him, watched the exchange out of the corner of his eye and smiled to himself. Several times he had noticed his coworker doing that but until now he could understand why.

“We're leaving for Boston in an hour, just pack your bags and come back here. We'll better build the profile on the jet,” Hotch announced, and most nodded as he got up from their seats. Except for you, who leaned your cheek against the table.

"It's honestly not how I planned to spend my Saturday morning," Penelope complained, pouting in disappointment.

"Well, neither do I, but this isn't paperwork that can wait for Monday”

"Are you alright, lover boy?" Morgan asked now, paying attention to Reid's hunched posture. "You look like you're going to pass out at any moment”

"We didn't sleep well"

"We?" Prentiss pointed out accusingly. Spencer frowned at her, not noticing his mistake, but when he finally did, nerves invaded him.

"I meant me. I didn’t sleep well. I had… some things to do”

Yes, things.

"Huh, I see," she scoffed, not believing him one bit. That he had spoken in the plural and you were in the same condition only gave the team the confirmation they needed.

You had spent the night together.

"See you in a bit," Rossi said goodbye and the rest soon left through the same door as him. Only when Spencer made sure no one around did he come up to you.

"How come you can fall asleep anywhere?"

“It's my superpower. You're a genius, I have this” you teased, hearing your boyfriend giggle before taking a seat next to you. Once he was there, he started stroking your back gently, as if he wanted to comfort you.

"I take you home?"

"If there is no other option" you sighed, getting up from your comfortable position only to lean against his chest in a hug. Spencer loved physical contact, so he didn't put up the slightest resistance. "Have you ever thought what it would be like for us if we had normal jobs?"

"What do you mean?"

"Outside the FBI"

"Do you want to quit?" he asked, feeling alarmed, but you shook your head against his chest.

"No, is not that. I love this unit. I only asked myself if it would be easier if we worked on something... I don't know, less demanding, that would allow us to have days off or that it wouldn't take us out of your apartment at 4 in the morning. Something safer” 

"If that were the case, we wouldn’t have met"

“Did you always want to be an FBI agent?” you asked, raising your head so you could look at him. Your eyes looked bright in the light from the room, something Spencer couldn't ignore.

"Not always. There was a time when I wanted to be a cowboy”

"A cowboy?" you laughed, but with no intention of mocking. Of all the occupations that was the one you had least imagined for a mini-Reid "Well, you know what they say, save a horse..."

You expected him to complete the sentence, but seeing him scowling because he clearly didn't understand your country reference was enough to make you laugh and ask him to just forget it.

"And you? Did you always want to be an agent?”

"No," you said immediately. You had thought about it many times “When I was little I wanted to be a vet”

“A cowboy and a vet. That doesn't sound so far-fetched, maybe one day I would have even called you to take care of one of my animals."

"And then I would have fallen in love with the gorgeous cowboy Mr. Spencer Reid" you smiled, looking affectionately into the pretty eyes of the aforementioned "Can you imagine?"

"Maybe we really were already destined"

You liked to believe so. You liked to think on a daily basis that as horrible as being a profiler could be, every decision in your life had been worth it just to get to know people like your coworkers. That the world wasn't so horrible if it had allowed you to have a boyfriend as wonderful as the man in front of you.

"You're the best I have, you know that?" you exclaimed without hesitation "The best" you repeated and Spencer pulled you back into a hug just to avoid the embarrassment of you seeing his slightly moist eyes. Your face was leaning comfortably against him and your ear enjoyed the soft beat of his myocardium “I like to hear your heart”

“Did you know that a study showed that two people's heartbeats can be synchronized when they are in love?”

When he told you this, your ear was pressed against his chest and your hand went up to your neck to press it on the pulse line, paying attention to the rhythm of both of you. You smiled widely when you saw that, as always, your boyfriend was correct.

“And if one day we part ways? Will we keep beating at the same time?”

“I don't know, but I don't plan on checking either,” he assured you. Spencer really did see a future with you, and you inevitably did the same.

Before you got up you made sure to kiss him nicely on the lips and you left the boardroom hand in hand, arguing over which of your departments you would go to first. You didn't count on the fact that JJ would still be at the entrance, that when you arrived she looked at your perfectly intertwined hands.

"Hi," you said nervously, both of you letting go as a reflex, "Why haven't you left yet?"

“I need to close the door. I have the keys” she smiled. It was obvious, but you had forgotten it because you were chatting.

"Huh, yeah. We are very sorry. See you in a while"

"Good trip," she said, with the most teasing smile she'd ever given you.

You two rushed out of there and when you got to the elevator you couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"For God's sake, is today the day we have to expose ourselves to the whole world?" you exhaled, covering your face with both hands to hide your blush.

"At least no one has seen us kiss yet"

If Emily had been in that elevator, she would have laughed in Spencer's face.

[sandydumpster]

I'm gonna use this blog to say this, bc it's the most anonymous social network I have.

Johnny Depp won the trial! What a surprise.

Y'all are outside, on the internet on your phones, mocking and bullying Amber Heard for a white man who won a trial against his battered ex-wife. Don't get me wrong, I don't support any of them, but what you're doing is not right. They are both abusers and toxic, but Johnny Depp? Johnny Depp is a bad person.

I have lived all my life with battered women, I am a battered woman, I have been a victim. I know what an abusive relationship can do to a person's psyche. Maybe Amber Heard went through that. It may not fit your role as "battered woman", but you are treating him as a hero, and her as the villain, when the reality is not that.

And I've seen you, I've seen you forget all the bad things he's done just because he won a motherfucking trial. A fucking trial against a woman, as if it wqs too much, as if justice ever gave a shit about women.

But this goes beyond that, this is no longer about both being abusers, it's not about Amber being a victim or not, it's not about Johnny being an abuser or not.

It's about your internalized misogyny, it's about Hollywood, it's about how as Johnny has won the trial he's automatically a good person for everyone and Amber is a fucking witch. It's about a man who is handsome and talented and has captured hearts in all the world, that told her wife that he was going to rape and kill her. That he hit her. That he is or was a drug addict. That he let her fifteen-year-old daughter date with an older man. I deny that Amber also did any of this? No. But I remind you that Johnny did too.

You know what Amber didn't do?

Amber did not defend the confessed rapist of a thirteen year old girl.

In 1977, Roman Polanski rapes Samantha Geimer. A 13 year old girl.

In 1999 Johnny Depp makes the movie "The Ninth Gate".

In 2010 Johnny Depp defends Roman Polanski in an interview. Clearly saying "why now? There must be money involved. Why now? Clearly Polanski is not a predator. He is now 75 years old, has beautiful children, has a wife."

The man you have on a pedestal defended the rapist of a minor. But it doesn't matter, because when the man who says it is handsome and talented, sisterhood and sorority doesn't exist.

The people on twt who is unfollowing you bc you said you don't support Amber Heard? Maybe they are not unfollowing you bc of that. Maybe they are unfollowing you bc you support Johnny Depp.

Like Johnny Depp, there is a whole list of actors, actresses and directors who defend Polanski: Woody Allen, Wes Anderson, Jean-Jaques Annaud, Asia Argento, Darren Aronofsky, Paul Aster, Monica Bellucci, Gael García Bernal, Adrien Brody, Penelope Cruz, Alfonso Cuarón, Guillermo del Toro, Jonathan Demme, Alexandre Desplat, Xavier Dolan, Stephen Frears, Harrison Ford, Terry Gilliam, Taylor Hackford, David Lynch, Martin Scorsese, Tilda Swinton... And many more, including the now diseased Harvey Weinstein.

Only one person on that list has publicly apologized and regretted signing an apology to Polanski (Natalie Portman)

Do you believe Amber? seem right. Do you believe Johnny? Go ahead, I don't care. Domestic violence against men exists, abusive women exist. But don't you dare say that Johnny Depp is a good person.

She was just a child. A fucking child.

Don't forget that 13-year-old girl just because your favorite actor won a trial.

This is all I'm ever going to say about this topic. Sorry for the rant. If you want to unfollow me go ahead.

[manilafm]

Most wanted characters from any fandoms please??

We asked some of our current members of this RPG, and they responded with Rose Granger-Weasley, Harry James Potter, Luna Lovegood, Marlene McKinnon, James Potter, Lily Evans, Mary MacDonald, Molly Prewett-Weasley, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Arthur Weasley, George Weasley, Percy Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Bill Weasley, Petunia Evans, Fleur Delacour, Draco Malfoy, Frank Longbottom, Neville Longbottom, Alice Longbottom, Narcissa Black, Penelope Clearwater, Roxanne Weasley, Angelina Johnson, Dominique Weasley, Andromeda Black, Lucy Weasley, Lavender Brown, Molly Weasley ii, Victoire Weasley, Minerva McGonagall, Fred Weasley ii, Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore, Albus Severus Potter, James Sirius Potter, Hugo Granger-Weasley, Louis Weasley, Cedric Diggory, Cho Chang, Katie Bell, Pansy Parkinson, Lee Jordan, Oliver Wood, Amos Diggory, Hannah Abbott, and Bellatrix Lestrange from Harry Potter ; Gabriella Montez, Troy Bolton, Ryan Evans, Kelsi Nielsen, Sharpay Evans, Emma Ross, Jessie Prescott, K.C. Cooper, Marisa Clark, Macy Misa, Kimberly 'Kim' Possible, Shego, Ron Stoppable, Dr. Drakken, Bonnie Rockwaller, Monique, Wade, Tara, Evie Grimhilde, Mal, Jay, Carlos De Vil, Harry Hook, Uma, Princess Audrey Rose, Princess Ariel Triton, Princess Anna, Queen Elsa, Woody, Jessie, and Buzz Lightyear from various Disney fandoms ; Holly J. Sinclair, Fiona Coyne, Zoë Rivas, Clare Edwards, Darcy Edwards, Imogen Moreno, Liberty Van Zandt, Terri MacGregor, Anya MacPherson, Mia Jones, Sean Cameron, Craig Manning, Alli Bhandari, Frankie Hollingsworth, Emma Nelson, Alex Nuñez, Kirk Cameron 'K.C.' Guthrie, Maya Matlin, Paige Michalchuk, Manuella 'Manny' Santos, Lola Pacini, and Jake Martin from Degrassi: The Next Generation / Degrassi: The Next Class ; Sam Manson, Danny Fenton, Tucker Foley, Valerie Gray, Paulina Sanchez, and Star from Danny Phantom ; Abigail 'Abby’ Lincoln, Cree Lincoln, Lizzie Devine, Fanny Fulbright, The Delightful Children from Down The Lane, and all of the other available characters from Codename: Kids Next Door ; Queen Chrysalis, Scootaloo, Cozy Glow, Starlight Glimmer, Rarity, Moon Dancer, Apple Bloom, Princess Cadance, Silverstream, Silver Spoon, Diamond Tiara, Babs Seed, Wind Sprint, Smolder, Marble Pie, Ocellus, Luster Dawn, Sugar Belle, Princess Luna, Sweetie Belle, Princess Celestia, Lyra Heartstrings, Sweetie Drops or 'Bon Bon', Spike, Discord, King Sombra, and The Storm King from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic ; Isabella García-Shapiro, Vanessa Doofenshmirtz, Phineas Flynn, Ferb Fletcher, Candace Flynn, Adyson Sweetwater, Milly, Ginger Hirano, Holly, Gretchen, Katie, and Mrs. Linda Flynn-Fletcher from Phineas And Ferb !! And if you have any specific fandoms in mind to apply for, please send us another ask with the name of the fandom !! Thank you for your interest in our multi-fandom RPG !!

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[lovingrosewho]

I need to know, does anyone else ship Luke Alvez x Penelope García?

[unnuevosoltransformalarealidad]

My World

Title: My World Pairing: Tara Lewis x Penelope García Square: Tara x Garcia for @cm-kinkbingo

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+18 only - Moodboard under the cut

[gabistolberg]

El Regalo de Silvia - Dream Factory

El Regalo De Silvia fue un grupo español formado a finales de los años 1980 en Zaragoza, con letras mayoritariamente en inglés y sonido noise-pop lleno de referencias "velvetianas". Fueron una de las bandas pioneras de la explosión indie que tuvo lugar en España a principios de los años 90s.

El grupo estuvo compuesto por: - Silvia Fayanás: guitarra y voz. - Jacobo García-Rodeja: violín y viola. - José Benito: batería. - Óscar Fayanas: bajo.

El Regalo De Silvia participaron en 2 de las primeras giras de grupos independientes españoles: --- Noise Pop Tour 92: gira itinerante organizada por Elefant Records, celebrada a finales de 1992, que llevó por distintas ciudades españolas a El Regalo de Silvia, Penelope Trip, Usura y Bach Is Dead (germen de Beef). --- Alternative Tour 93: festival itinerante español en el que participaron El Regalo de Silvia, Los Planetas y Surfin Bichos. El Regalo De Silvia se disolvió en 1996 al abandonar el grupo (y la música) Óscar Fayanás. Tras la disolución del grupo, Silvia Fayanás y Pepe Benito se centraron en su proyecto paralelo, La Nube. Pepe Benito participó más tarde en otros grupos: Manolo Kabezabolo, Hannah y Los Monos, y forma parte del grupo de punk rock Zorras Adolescentes. Jacobo colaboró con el grupo El Niño Gusano, con Telefilme, grupo formado por Tito Pintado (ex-Penelope Trip) y David Rodríguez (Beef), y formó parte de Biella Nuei, grupo de folk tradicional aragonés. Desgraciadamente, con tan sólo 47 años, Jacobo abandonó nuestro mundo.