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snailsandpuppy-dogtails · 10 months

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Do You Hear Me?

The second part of 'How You Say It' was posted on the 3rd last year, but I missed it's fic-aversary, and since the 3rd part came out tomorrow last year, I'm posting the 2nd today. Anyway. The story continues with a friendly game of flag football! The team and kids coerce Penelope into playing too, but will Luke be able to clue Penelope in on his feelings for her? WC: 2,319 of fluffy bonding Ao3

Emily, Luke, and Will were huddled with the kids on the north end of the field, to the south the other team was made up of the remaining parents, along with Spencer and Tara.

Emily cupped her hands, calling out to the team of adults, “We hardly think it’s fair that eight of you are against ten of us!”

Derek, grinning, shouted back from the other side, "What? Trying to draft more players, Princess?"

Distracted, Luke couldn’t stop thinking about what Will had said earlier, "sometimes we say things with words, other times with a look, people say things different…” How did Penelope say things? She said it with gifts, like the sweater and cookies for Roxie, with food, like the treats she greats them with without fail every time they make it home. She says it with exactly what a person needs, she says things with thought and care. Did she know what he needed was her? If she did would she be willing to give it? To give them a chance? And how did he say things? Will was right, he’d never been much of a talker, he was much more of a listener, he was a comforter, secure in his roll as protector and lover, he said things with looks and with touch. If he wanted to be heard, he was going to have to be more forthright.

Luke glanced to the side lines, yelling over, “Nah, we’re gonna kick your butts either way, but it looks like we’re missing someone...”

Following his line of sight, Tara responded impatiently, “We’ve already been over this, Rossi and Krystall are ref-ing, Alvez, use your big, dorky ears and listen.”

“Nice, but I’m talking about Garcia.” he laughed.

Attention suddenly on her, she slowly sunk low into the chair from her place on the patio, pulling the wide brim of her black sunhat down, willing herself invisible. "Come on Chica, everyone else is playing! You can’t lounge in that chair all day.“ How could he tell her anything if she wasn’t near him?

"Yeah! You chose this activity, if anything, I should be the one to sit out…” Reid crossed his arms and pouted.

“Not a chance Pretty Boy, we saw what you could do at the softball game, show us what you got here!”

Penelope sat up a little more, shouting over to her team and their spouses, "I am hardly dressed appropriately!”

JJ, who definitely wanted to see where this was going given Penelope’s reaction to Hank’s question earlier, was not having any of it and yelled back “You’re wearing capri leggings, Garcia! For once, you’re dressed very appropriately! Just play barefoot.”

Luke leaned down whispering to Hank at the same time Will started talking to Henry.

The boys turned with wide grins. "Come on Auntie! Come play with me!” “Yeah Penelope! Come play with us!”

Suddenly the large brood of sweet, sweet babies had turned on her, chanting and calling for her, at which point, all of the adults join in as well, pressuring her to play. A audial mob of “Come on, Penelope!”, "Garcia!”, “It’ll be fun”, “...promise not to mess up that pretty hair”, and “Just for a little bit!” bombarded her, pushing her into reluctant submission.

She glared across the yard, singling out the one face that had started all of this. Trying to be heard over the noise she yelled to him, “No fair using my nephew and godson against me, Alvez!”

He smiled wide and open and full, he’d gained her attention. “Payback, Chica. Now get out here.”

Derek looked from Luke to Penelope. He may not be a profiler anymore, but his ability to read people wasn’t stripped once he quit. He could see Luke’s goal a mile away, wanting that happiness for Penelope, he decided to help push things along. What better way, he thought, than a little friendly rivalry and well placed jealousy…and he could test Luke just a little bit. “Come on, Hot Stuff, you’re with me.” he purred holding out a hand, and beckoned her to join him.

Penelope huffed toeing off her heels and stalked towards the field. “I do not run! I am not a runner!”

He responded in his warm, deep voice,“Oh, Sweetness, I remember. You don’t run for anything.” Penelope teased back, swiping at his arm,”I always run for you, Sugar.” then extending her arm, "Here, help me with my belt?”

Luke watched the pair, Penelope all smiles and giggles, Derek smoldering and winking and wrapping his arms around her to fasten the flags...And for the first time, Luke felt a bitter pang of jealousy seeing her laugh and touch him back. It wasn’t directed at Morgan, not really, he knew what their relationship was, it wasn’t the first time he’d seen them together. No, it was the fact that she would never do that with him. But, then that’s the exact thing he was working on fixing. Getting her to hear him required breaking through that armor...

“Alright, that settled? Then let’s get this game started!” called Rossi.

For all the rule violations, you’d think none of them had ever played flag football, the referees were of no help either, with one wooing the other through song and sweet nothings. JJ ran down the field only to be tackled to the ground by Emily, belt torn off as she fell. Matt’s preferred move was to simply scoop up whatever child had the ball and run with them tucked under his arm as if they were the ball, tickling them until they dropped it behind the goal line. Derek, getting sucked in to the game, tried his best to keep things on track, coaching the team in next moves and directing plays that never worked out, while Spencer tried to block Chloe from passing the ball to Jake or Henry. Tara was fast, keeping up with changing hands, spitting trash talk to the adults on the other team, and giving playful mean looks to approaching children. Luke was all encompassed with getting close to Penelope and Penelope was oblivious as he chased her up and down the field.

He’d caught her in his line of sight, zoning-in he raced forward, the toe of his shoe digging into grass, he lunged. Penelope swung her hips and twirled, flags fluttering against her movements, darting just out of reach, squealing. Luke falling, pitching forward, recovering, chasing again. Penelope quickly found that what she lacked in speed, she made up for in grace and agility, forever just out of reach. “Ha! You call yourself a profiler? Profile this-“ Quickly answered back by, “Oh, I’ll get you, Chica, there is no doubt in my mind.”

You didn’t need training to see what was going on, his single-minded determination was apparent to everyone on the field. Like a dog with a bone, he chased her relentlessly. With or without the ball, Luke stayed on Penelope.

“You think we should say something?” Savannah, standing at the far end turned, asking Spencer.

“Nah, we tend let them think we don’t know, makes things easier.” replied Spencer.

“And we’ve all got our “dawning” moment picked out and want to see who’s right.” added Tara.

Savannah nodded as the pair came rushing back towards her, Emily and children close behind.

A final vault and Luke flew through the air, tackling Penelope to the ground in a protective roll inches from the goal line. He came down hard on his elbows, hands tucked behind her head and neck. Heat flared up from his stomach staring down at her shocked face so close to his. Penelope, held her breath, stunned at being tackled to the ground, at having Luke Alvez on top of her. His eyes caught hers and held them, she could feel him hovering just above her, holding himself ridged, the fine layer of atoms separating them pressing against each other, buzzing between them filling her with electricity. And that felt…oooh...that felt lovely, and scary, and too real. He breathed hard, his voice a whisper, low and quiet, slow and impossibly close, “Got ya, Chica...” he trailed off as a hand snaked its way from under her head down her side, brushing her waist and tugging, flag belt falling loose to the ground below, his eyes never straying. The touch was light and his gaze so heavy she closed her eyes, goosebumps flaring in his wake. She was vaguely aware of everyone else around them, of needing to pull out of this space that had formed. She blinked, snapping back to, her hands pushing up, “Ugh, Newbie! Get off me!” came hurtling into his face. It was sudden and harsh, shattering the moment. He almost thought he’d imagined what had transpired until he caught the quick quirk of her mouth, a sly smirk igniting a grin of his own.

*floof* There went part of the armor.

"They have got to be some of the most oblivious…”

“For a profiler, I’m kind of disappointed in Luke… But, well, we try not to profile each other, at least not when talking to one another. This, this though, this is so obvious it's fair game."

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They all lay collapsed on the grass, last flag having been pulled, last touch-down made, laughing and catching their breath. One by one, kids began to squirm and mill around, breaking off to once again play with bubbles, inspect bugs, and do cartwheels.

"Remind me again how you all convinced us to play a tackling game with agents…” panted an exhausted Kristy.

"Actually, according to the official rules, Flag Football is a contact-free sport. Liberties were clearly taken.” Reid supplied helpfully dusting off his pants.

JJ rolled onto her stomach, Will draping an arm across the middle of her back "Seriously, Emily, it’s a game.”

Emily rolled her eyes, "That’s a loser's attitude, JJ, and I won’t have losers on my team, so it’s a good thing I happen to be on the winning team.” she gloated.

"I just can’t believe you chose this, Garcia.” Matt was crawling awkwardly over to his wife, the last of their children having run off to play. “I would think it was a little rough and tumble for you.”

"Penelope likes things a little rough sometimes…”

There was no mistaking who's voice that was. Everyone got quiet, JJ and Emily trading looks with Spenser and Tara. Did he really just say that out loud? In front of everyone? Savannah choked down a laugh and elbowed Derek.

Penelope's mouth dropped open, tongue catching up seconds later. “You wouldn’t know.” she scoffed haughtily.

Rossi, who was sitting on the steps just next to the grass called over "If I had known what it would do to my lawn I wouldn’t have let her. The seed was imported!"

She ducked her head, chancing a glance at Luke sitting up cross-legged tossing the ball shallowly to himself, a stupid satisfied grin plastered across his face. "I honestly thought I’d get away with just watching all you fine physically fit people running around.” her look then settling back on Matt, “And it seemed like it would be fun for the kids.” she finished with a bright smile.

"Indeed, fun for the kids, not so fun for my gardener or wallet.” muttered Rossi surveying the freshly torn turf and gaping dirt pits.

“Sir, I am so sorry! If I had known Alvez was so heavy footed I would have banned him from the game!” Teasing him, not unlike how she would at work, giving him shit, but here the difference was the earlier situation and mixed company. Savannah’s voiced suspicions had almost thrust Penelope out into the light and there was no way she could continue working with him if he knew, if everyone knew, it would just be awkward. Even if he had the same feelings they couldn’t act on them…but she didn’t have feelings for him. No, he just had a pretty face. And perfectly sculpted abs…and hard biceps that she secretly enjoyed watching more than Matt’s, imagining them holding her and ripping her close, his mouth pressing against hers…like a romance cover. No. It was just his pretty face.

Luke stopped mid-ball toss looking over and raised an eyebrow smirking, “If I had known messing up Rossi’s yard would get me sidelined with you, Chica, I would have brought a tractor.” She glowered at him and looked away.

"So…uh.. about dessert...?” Spencer chimed in.

After a few minutes more enjoying the soft squish of Rossi’s admittedly amazing grass, the group slowly began to disperse, parents calling children back, child-less agents shuffling towards the brick patio. “I’ll start the espresso and coffee.” Rossi said, disappearing into the house. Luke walked over, bending low in front of her, offering a hand to Penelope who was brushing strands of vibrant green off her leggings. They were alone, everyone else having already gone. She looked up at him, his shy friendly smile, eyes glittering. She looked to his hand, a small smile instantly appearing at the offer it presented, and took it, slipping her palm against his, fingertips brushing his wrist.

*floof* There it went again...

Luke pulled her up gently, allowing her body to follow his hold. When she was up, his other hand wrapped around her shoulder pulling her in close, his tongue darted out moistening his lips, leaning down next to her ear he murmured, chest rumbling, "Nice playing with you, Chica, but I think we should stop the game…” She felt his lips skim her cheek as he righted himself. Then he let go, turned, and walked away. Message, he felt, delivered. Penelope stood breathless and immobilized, ears burning, cheeks hot, watching his retreating form. The thoughts, what the fuck was that? and we should always play flag football colliding in her head, derailing all other functions.

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who-peed-in-your-cheerios · 1 year

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So they killed off Krystall why??? What did it add to the storyline except a major case of the grumps??

#personal #criminal mind evolution #crimina minds season 16 #criminal minds reboot #krystall richards #david rossi

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aureliasfate · 1 year

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why did seeing david “papa pasta” rossi make microwave mac ‘n’ cheese in the first episode of evolution kinda hurt

#like losing krystall really messed him up #all i could think about was family pasta nights and OUCH #david rossi #criminal minds #criminal minds evolution #papa pasta

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alyssaforevermore · 1 year

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I’m so mad they killed off Krystall. Her and Rossi were so obviously soulmates and I wish they’d gotten a happily ever after.

#show: criminal minds #criminal minds #cm; s16e01 #david rossi #rossi x krystall

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wikiangela · 1 year

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I just love Krystall 😭 (and I cried lol)

and oh my god they found Dave!!! I'm so relieved 😅 I knew they wouldn't kill him off, but I was worried 😂

#cme spoilers #cm 16x10 #cm s16 #cm spoilers #criminal minds #criminal minds season 16 #criminal minds evolution #criminal minds spoilers #david rossi #krystall richards

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missmitchieg · 2 months

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oh my god, watch them bring up Krystal's ghost again and she and Rossi talk about Gideon's ex-wife. Ugh, I hate it so much

Oh, my god! And for what? To have a repeat of this scene

so Krystall can tell Dave that Jill is a keeper and then kill her, too? Because killing women Dave loves is like Their Thing. The only one still living last time we checked is Hayden and I swear it's only because they're friends and not romantic!

#criminal minds #criminal minds evolution #david rossi #krystall richards #jill gideon

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deansmultitudes · 1 year

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Hey so could revivals fucking not??

#I'm so pissed at this #looks like not touching evolution with a mile long stick was the right decision #I'm so glad rossi and krystall are living long happy lives together #and so does Logan btw #and I've never seen an episode of Dexter but I'm glad he's alive in my works as well ok #can we just kill the concept of revivals altogether #yes i know what that means but at this trajectory he's end up in hell or back on Chuck's wheel or whatever the fuck is worse than the rebar #especially if that asshole had something to say about it #I'm sure I'm forgetting more people who got killed off for shock value in revivals

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jareaulover · 1 year

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Two of my most favorite episodes are 12x2: Sick Day and 14x13: Chameleon.

Like the parallel of JJ telling Will about the fire case and Dave telling Krystall about the Lynch case just...

I love it.

#criminal minds #criminal minds fandom #jj #jennifer jareau #william lamontagne jr #will and jj #krystall rossi #david rossi #krystall richards #dave rossi

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denimbex1986 · 2 years

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‘In its strongest moments, "Criminal Minds: Evolution" feels like the "Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back" or "The Godfather: Part II" of the "Criminal Minds" universe — a sequel that, every so often, engages with its subject matter on a deeper, darker level than its predecessor ever could. Almost everything about the new Paramount+ drama feels deliberately bleaker, more gruesome, and at times refreshingly urgent. As a consequence of this slight departure, "Evolution's" returning characters are given equally dark storylines, chief among them being that of Joe Mantegna's Detective David Rossi.

As fans learn in the series premiere, Rossi's wife — Gail O'Grady's Krystall Richards, who first appeared in the original series' 13th season — has died sometime during the three years since the "Criminal Minds" series finale...

...Erica Messer confirmed that Krystall Richards' death was the result of a cancer battle exacerbated by the COVID-19 pandemic. A fascinating (and entirely trivial) consequence of the pandemic is that writers, producers, and directors often have to decide whether or not COVID happened within their respective fictional universes.

..."Criminal Minds: Evolution" has made the bold choice to weave the pandemic into the fabric of its first story arc. Lockdown brings out the best and the worst of humanity in the world of "Criminal Minds" — Penelope Garcia (Kirsten Vangsness) used the time to address how her work was affecting her mental health, while the isolation forced Elias Voit (Zach Gilford) to become a more cunning, dangerous killer.

Though less blatant, Dave Rossi's struggle with the aftermath of COVID is perhaps the most visible and difficult to witness. This grim reckoning was necessary for Messer to bring to the series, given what the audience has dealt with in the past few years. "I feel like it was important to have a representation of the grief that so many of us have experienced since the show ended ... " she said. "I mean, it might not have been Covid related for you at all, but all of us have loved and lost ... in our lives. For [Mantegna] to bring that heartache and grief into this season, a lot of people could [relate]."

For Dave Rossi and Krystall Richards, COVID-19 prevented doctors from detecting her cancer early enough to intervene. "You couldn't really go to the doctor unless it was an emergency situation," Erica Messer recalled of the early days of the pandemic. "One of [Richards'] yearly exams got put off and when she finally got to the doctor, they found cancer and it was advanced and it was too little, too late." Her death traumatizes Rossi, who chooses to dissolve into his work rather than take time to heal.

The Voit case forces Rossi to rejoin his team at the BAU, allowing him to consider their perspectives on grief. Penelope Garcia cautions Rossi about ignoring the trauma they passively absorb on the job, while Emily Prentiss (Paget Brewster) shares a particularly poignant piece of advice from her former mentor Jason Gideon (Mandy Patinkin), whom Rossi replaced nearly two decades ago.

These blows to Rossi's abrasive, injured exterior lead to surprisingly effective moments of self-reflection and vulnerability, such as the climax of the series' first episode. After obsessive spree-killer Rory Gilcrest (Sebastian Schier) nearly kills an entire family, Rossi comes face to face with the sole survivor — a young girl who is emotionally broken and on the brink of taking her own life. Rossi is able to connect with her, delivering a speech that Messer feels evokes the collective pain and loss felt by an overwhelming amount of people post-pandemic. "It's really a nod to all of us who have lost someone and ... are left still needing to live and not wanting to give up," she said. "The advice he's giving her is the advice he needs to be taking himself."’

#Rossi #Penelope Garcia #Kirsten Vangsness #Joe Mantegna #Erica Messer #Criminal Minds Evolution #Krystall Richards #Voit

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darcyfangirlsfrequently · 1 year

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I have a co-worker who is watching Criminal Minds right now and she's just gotten to season 14. She asked me to "spoil" a bit for her, tell her what episodes to look out for. Here was my response:

14.6, "Luke": like… the only Luke-centric storyline (which is truly a crying shame) and will also make you cry. Is the reason I hate Lisa because of her "give me a reason not to leave" bullshit

14.8, "Ashely": generally a very sweet episode, at least in the storylines of the main characters. Has a very sweet Garvez moment.

14.15, "Truth or Dare": The finale, and it will have you screaming in the best and worst ways. It has sweet moments for three ships (Garvez, Krossi, and Misty,) and a very un-sweet moment for a ship I thought we were done with

#Garvez #Penelope Garcia #Luke Alvez #Lisa Douglas #Phil Brooks #Krossi #David Rossi #Krystall Richards #Matt Simmons #Kristy Simmons #Je*d #Jennifer Jareau #Spencer Reid #Criminal Minds #Criminal Minds season 14

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rreids · 1 month

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Ok ok this idea has been rotting in my head for a a WHILE- So, the truth or dare episode? but what about exBAU!Reader who left the team to take care of her and Spencer’s child, and she finds out about what JJ said? And she either gets angry or insecure? I keep picturing a badass reader but I could also see the insecurity too. -🦋

TRUTH • S. REID X READER

fem reader; 14 x 15 spoilers; reader is pregnant; spencer girl dad!; angst; fluff; we are anti-jeid in this household she is at most familial to him i take no criticism; spencer is so cheesy and in love (with the right person god bless); ~1.2k words

“—to say something that would get your attention…” you walk up to Spencer and JJ, ready to tell them about the cake cutting, and pause.

You’re not big on listening in to conversations and you trust Spencer, but something about the hushed tones has you on edge.

”Jennifer… truth or dare?” Your brows furrow at his voice and the question.

JJ pauses. And since when was she Jennifer? “Truth.”

“Did you mean it?”

You can’t wait. “Spence? JJ? They’re getting ready to cut the cake, you should come…”

They quietly exchange a few more words and your frown deepens, torn between worry and frustration. Spencer lingers a little too long on the spot, running his thumb over his wedding ring.

“Spence?”

He looks up. “Hi, honey,” his voice is soft, almost apologetic.

You sigh. “Is it going to upset me?”

He nods. “Probably.”

“Then it can wait. We’re here for Rossi and Krystall. Come on, everyone’s waiting.”

Spencer follows you and you don’t have to fake your smile as everyone settles into cheers and celebration, even if it fades a little while dancing with your husband. His brow is pinched, and you don’t like the pit in your stomach. Something was wrong.

After you’re sure you’re no longer tipsy from the red wine, you find Rossi and Krystall — “listen, I’m so sorry, but our babysitter…”

“Go,” Rossi laughs. “I know it’s hard for you to be away from her.”

It was true. You’d left the team and gone back to the legal field — in a desk job, with normal hours — to spend time with your daughter. It was a hard decision, but you decided you needed the structure. To be available if anything happened. You still loved and adored your friends, meeting up with them often and providing structure for them too.

“I’m so happy for you two,” you tell them between hugs, and you find Spencer finishing his rounds.

“Honey…” Spencer starts and you swallow against the lump in your throat. “Can we talk?”

“Can it wait until we’re home, Spence?” Your voice is almost pitifully weak, and you don’t even have a reason for it to be. “Izzy needs Mommy and Daddy to say goodnight.”

Spencer melts. “Of course.”

And that’s what happens. He tells her a story — one he clearly remembers and is reenacting, memories from his mother when he was a kid — and you tuck her in with a kiss.

It’s tense. You hate it.

“Do you…” you can barely get out the words. “Something happened. With JJ. I know you two were trapped together with Casey — and he was huge on truth or dare, so that conversation today… it’s related.” You’re tripping over them but you can’t stop talking. “Do you… do you love her? What’s going on, Spence?”

He shakes his head quickly. “She told me she loved me.”

You bite your lip. “And you think the best thing to ask is if she meant it?” Your voice quivers with barely restrained rage. “We have a daughter, Spence. You have another kid on the way.”

Spencer clasps your hand in his. “And I want nothing other than a life with you and them. Let me talk, sweetheart, please,”

You want to pull back, but you know not to reject him. Not now, when it could seem so final.

“Talk.”

Spencer sighs. “She’s saying she was saying it to get my attention, to make it clear I needed to do something — that nothing would be good enough for him… nothing could be his needed confession.

And I wanted to know if she meant it because she knows I’ve been head over heels for you since the day you walked through the BAU’s doors, only a year after I did. I thought you were gorgeous, and I could barely get out a ‘hello—’” you smile at the memory: he had been awkward, tripping over a greeting while you introduced yourself “—and JJ knew that. She does know I’m head over heels for you, even now.

She actually gave me advice. On how to ask you out, that first time, when we went to the film festival and you pretended you knew everything about how camera language worked on screen and I pretended not to know any better…” Spencer laughs when you whine, embarrassed. “So she’s always known I was yours from the moment I laid eyes on you. And she’s always been Will’s. I wanted to know if it had all been some kind of trick.”

You hum. “Was it?”

“Well, somebody came to tell us the cake was getting cut,” he nudges his nose against your cheek and presses a kiss to your skin. “So I didn’t get to hear, not in exact terms. But I don’t think she loves me as anything but a younger brother. An annoying one, at that. It wasn’t a trick for me, some plan to win me over she was in the long haul for. It was a trick for Casey. I… I shot him. He was going to kill JJ, he said it wasn’t good enough to save her life. It gave me the time to get my gun and aim.”

“You have perfect aim,”

“Now I do,” Spencer laughs, and you melt a little. “Remember when Hotch had to train me?”

You do.

“Spence.”

“Honey.”

“The next time a girl tells you they’re in love with you, I need you to laugh in their face and show them your ring.”

“I don’t want to do that to you,”

You sigh and lean into him, unable to stop the smile at the assuredness he has in your love, curling into his chest. “Okay, well, next time a girl who isn’t me does it, you tell me. I never want to be that upset with you again.” You trace your fingers over his stubble, his defined jaw, mapping out his features. “You’re mine. And I hate fighting.”

He kisses the top of your head, hand coming down to your beginning bump. “I’m all yours,” he agrees. “And I’m sorry for making you worry or making this more than it needed to be, I should’ve told you right after I got back from the case. After everything you’ve given up for me, I should kiss the ground you walk on.”

“You should.”

You can’t keep a straight face, dissolving into a fit of giggles as he murmurs praises of you and whispers of his adoration like a prayer.

“Oh, my love, may I lay out the red carpet before every—” you cut him off with a tender kiss, sweet and warm. He smiles against you, and brings his hand up to undo the pins in your hair, letting it cascade down your shoulders and next to his face.

Spencer pulls back and tucks the stray pieces behind your ears before cupping your face in his hands. “You are the only woman for me. I promise I will always want and choose you, just like I promised before everyone else all those years ago.”

You smile. “And I always want you, Spence.”

“Even when I’m telling you about my new passion for crosswords and interest in designing one myself?”

“Especially then.”

an emoji anon?? for ME>??? i love winning.. a little more angsty than badass but she is also angry. as she should be. (welcome im so so so happy KDFJKG i hope u like it <3)

#my works #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fic #spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid angst #requested #🦋 anon #cm spoilers

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chrisevansleftpeck · 1 year

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Chlorine Kisses

Word Count: 1.3k

Content Warnings: da team enjoying some drinkies, emily prentiss and derek morgans thirsty comments, and kisses ofc

the saga of spencer reid kissing women in pools continues

You didn’t really swim a whole lot. You never swam, actually, but Rossi and Krystall had just gotten a big pool installed in their backyard and Rossi wanted to throw a little party to “break in” the pool.

You were nervous for two reasons. For one, social gatherings in general weren’t your thing. Secondly, you’d be in a bathing suit, exposed for all to see. Every scar, bump, and bruise you’d gotten from a case or your childhood would be on display. The thought of anyone seeing your body that clearly made you nauseous.

You actually didn’t own a bathing suit and had to stop by Prentiss’ apartment before the party to grab one from her. You crossed your fingers it wouldn’t be a bikini. But of course it was.

With a shameful twirl, you exited Prentiss’ bathroom with the bikini on. It was white with cherries on it- no doubt a tribute to Emily’s raging lesbianism- but it fit you nicely and was actually quite flattering. Still though, uncomfortable.

“You know I would never lie to you, y/n. Your tits look great in that.” You laughed shyly at Emily’s comment, pulling your cover-up t-shirt and shorts back over the bikini.

“Thanks for letting me borrow. I know it’s last minute.” You said, grabbing your phone and car keys from off of Emily’s kitchen counter.

“Of course, thanks for driving me.” Prentiss said, walking the two of you to your car. You got in the driver’s seat as Emily slid into your passenger seat. You fired up your car, then reversed it, pulling out of the apartment complex’s garage and driving to Rossi’s.

It was daunting, seeing that people were already in the pool. You thought- hoped- that maybe there’d be a window of time where everyone would hang out around the mini bar first or something. But no, everyone just carried their drink over to the pool. Almost everyone- but not Spencer.

Prentiss was quick to lose her cover-up, joining everyone in the pool, but you decided to buy yourself some time by talking to Spencer. He was stretched out on one of the poolside lounging chairs with a book in his hands. He always used one finger to trace what words he was reading through so quickly. He looked cute so focused. He also looked really great in swim trunks, however his shirt still remained.

It didn’t take him long to notice you looming over him. He peeked up at you with a puzzled smile, “Hi.”

“Hi.” You replied, unsure how to break the awkward staring you’d begun. “I didn’t know you owned normal t-shirts.” You said, pointing at the gray t-shirt Spencer wore.

Spencer looked down at his t-shirt quickly, smiling. It felt weird to him too. “It’s a hand-me-down from Morgan. He gives me some of his old stuff sometimes. He says I need to ‘expand my closet’.”

You laughed, thinking about his regular scarves and sweater-vests. “I like your style. Not- not that this is bad- just unusual. You look good- normal- now. Yeah, you look like normal-good.” You rambled on to no end. Now was about the time for you to leave. You felt gross, like you were all over Spencer.

Spencer only looked down at his book and laughed a little. “You look pretty- um, good. Always. Not like- but like you always never look bad.” You decided to register this comment as a compliment once you say Spencer’s cheeks blush. He was nervous, maybe? He liked you? No, he just liked your clothes. You just wondered if he’d still feel that way when he witnessed the embarrassment that was your bikini. It was cute, sure, but very not you.

“Get in here, you two!” Penelope yelled from the pool with some sort of fruity drink in a glass decorated with an orange wedge and salted rim.

Spencer laughed, throwing his head back in contest, then gave in, placing his book down on the lounging chair. He peeled off his shirt casually. You could tell it made him uncomfortable but you could also tell that nobody cared. That gave you some hope- maybe nobody would care about how you looked either.

You did however, wait to change until Spencer was done because you were….distracted to say the least. “You going in?” Spencer asked, making it sound like an option as if Penelope and Emily weren’t staring you down.

“Yeah, I guess so. Not much of a choice.” You and Spencer smiled, looking down at the girls taunting you from the water. You did the same as Spencer, removing your shirt then your shorts and casting them aside on a separate chair. You noticed how pink his neck and chest got seeing your body for the first time, really.

Morgan made a whistle as you and Spence walked over to the pool’s edge. “Pretty. Boy. I think pretty girl’s got you beat today.”

Emily nudged Morgan, “Shut up!” She rolled her eyes.

You faked a smile through your nervousness as you waded into the pool, Spencer following behind you. Sure the water still felt cold on you, but you couldn’t wait to be submerged up to your waist- to cover up some of you.

You finally made it beside Penelope, Spencer standing beside Derek. Everybody lounged in the pool with their drinks until the sun began to set. As the hours had ticked away, more and more of the team filed inside, drying themselves off and beginning cooking Rossi’s famous spaghetti. You and Spencer, given you two began swimming the latest, were the last remaining in the water.

It was really quiet at first because of how painfully obvious it was that you both really really liked each other. But conversation started and things became easier. “You any good at swimming?” You asked Spencer, splashing some water over your shoulders to keep yourself warm.

“No, no, no. I’m not a big fan. I do admire that Rossi had us swim before eating though. You know- there’s not really actually any scientific research that proves or says you should eat before or after swimming. For me, it’s more of a personal preference.” Spencer spun off into a little tangent. You listened, of course, but you also couldn’t help but laugh. He talked with his hands still, even under water. “What?”

“Nothing, you just- you just talking with your hands still.” You poked his hand with your finger beneath the water. To you it felt like a spark. Like metal scraping across a blade- a hot, fiery spark. His little touches always felt that way.

Spencer seemed to notice it too because he had no response to your joke. “Um, it’s dark.” He coughed under his breath.

“Yeah.” You hung your head low, staring down at your feet through the well-lit pool. “Sorry.” You whispered.

Spencer’s brows furrowed. “Why?”

“I didn’t mean to make things awkward.” You replied just above a whisper, avoiding eye contact. “I know you don’t like it when people touch your hands.”

Spencer cleared his throat, maybe even subconsciously moving closer to you. “I don’t really mind when you do.”

You finally dared to look up. He was pretty and tall, and the tips of his hair were curling from the water. “Oh.” You whispered, then made a dangerous reach for his hand under the water. He almost shuddered at the unfamiliar touch. “This okay?”

Spencer nodded, for some reason pulling your hand towards him and you with it. Spencer pulled you close to him, one hand in yours and the other tilting your face up to him. Your bodies were pressed up against each other like fitting puzzle pieces as you kissed. It was soft and it was slow. You soaked up every moment of your lips on his, his hand on your neck and your hand lightly touching his waist.

“You two!” Rossi bitched from behind you, causing you and Spencer to swim apart from each other. “Now I have to change the pool water because two naughty kids were making out in my brand new pool.” Rossi complained but with a wide smile.

He’d waited a long time to see you two together. You’d waited a long time to see you two together.

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