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godsfavdarling · 2 months

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04 cowboy charm

pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!oc

summary: Brittany and Spencer attend a Halloween party together.

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Spencer meticulously adjusted his cowboy hat in the mirror, ensuring it sat just right atop his head, shading his determined eyes. He straightened his plaid shirt and secured the shiny sheriff's badge to his vest. Completing his look, he wore a weathered leather jacket and a vibrant bandana around his neck, embodying the essence of a full cowboy.

In his mind, he rehearsed the exact timing for his arrival at Brittany's apartment. He didn't want to be too early and risk catching her off guard, nor did he want to be late and keep her waiting. It had to be just right.

As he drove to pick her up, Spencer felt a sense of excitement mingled with nerves. This wasn't just any Halloween party; it was an opportunity to spend more time with Brittany outside of work. He knew he wanted to make a good impression.

Upon arriving at Brittany's apartment, Spencer took a deep breath before stepping out of the car. He straightened his cowboy hat once more and walked confidently to her door.

When Brittany greeted him, her exclamation caught him off guard. "You're a cowboy!" she exclaimed with evident delight. Spencer couldn't help but feel a twinge of embarrassment under her gaze.

As he awkwardly stared at her, he couldn't help but notice how stunning Brittany looked. Her hair was sleek and straight, framing her face perfectly. The dark makeup accentuated her features, and the bold red lipstick added a touch of allure.

Brittany's nails, long and black, matched her dress, which hugged her curves in all the right places. The dress itself was elegant yet alluring, with long sleeves and a short train that gracefully swept the floor.

"And you're… Morticia Addams," Spencer managed to blurt out, his cheeks flushing slightly. He mentally scolded himself for the slip-up but couldn't help but admire how effortlessly beautiful Brittany looked in her costume.

"Yes, I am, Doctor! Or sorry! Yes, I am, cowboy!" Brittany replied with a smirk, her eyes sparkling mischievously as her Southern accent dripped with exaggerated charm. Spencer couldn't help but smile in return, captivated by her playful tone and the twang in her voice.

As Spencer admired Brittany's Morticia Addams costume, he couldn't help but offer a compliment. "You look incredible, Brittany," he remarked, a genuine smile playing on his lips.

Brittany grinned in response, her confidence evident as she playfully tossed her hair. "I know, right? I look so good!" she declared with a playful wink, reveling in the attention.

Spencer chuckled at her self-assurance, admiring her confidence.

Brittany thanked Spencer for the ride, expressing her gratitude warmly. "It means a lot," she said, her words sincere.

Then, with a mischievous glint in her eye, she added, "But you know what they say, Spencer... save a horse, ride the cowboy!" She laughed, finding her own joke amusing, but Spencer's smile remained, though he was a bit lost in the way she looked.

The joke didn't quite register with him, but he appreciated her lightheartedness nonetheless.

As Spencer stood there, admiring her costume, he suddenly became aware of movement behind her.

Lawrence appeared, dressed in a devil costume that seemed to suit him perfectly. His horns stood tall, and a mischievous glint danced in his eyes as he greeted Spencer with a devilish grin.

"Nice costume Lawrence!" Spencer complimented, his gaze shifting from Lawrence to Brittany and back again.

"Thanks, Spencer," Lawrence replied, acknowledging the compliment with a nod. Then, with a playful wink, he added, "You make a pretty convincing cowboy yourself."

Brittany chuckled at Lawrence's comment, her eyes alight with amusement as she teasingly nudged Spencer with her elbow. "Yep, he does, doesn't he?" she remarked, a hint of Southern drawl accentuating her words.

Spencer grinned, feeling a mixture of pride and bashfulness at their compliments. "Thanks, guys," he said as Brittany started to gather her things.

He opened the door to the car for her and Brittany turned towards him with a playful twinkle in her eye. "Well, aren't you just the perfect gentleman," she said, her Southern accent adding a touch of charm to her words. "Thank you kindly, cowboy."

Spencer chuckled, finding Brittany's impression irresistibly amusing. "You've got the accent down perfectly," he remarked, a warm smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I'll have to work on my cowboy drawl to match your Southern charm."

"Thank you, sweet cheeks, but I don't think you'll be able to keep up with Miss Morticia Adams," Brittany teased, still not dropping her Southern accent.

As Spencer took the driver's seat, Brittany let out a groan, her voice heavy with mock regret. "I should've been a cowgirl," she lamented, breaking into laughter at the humorous implication.

Lawrence joined in, his laughter mingling with Brittany's, and Spencer couldn't help but chuckle along, even though he wasn't entirely sure why they were laughing.

"Next year, you can join me," Spencer suggested with a genuine smile.

Brittany grinned, her laughter subsiding into giggles. "Maybe I will," she mused, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

But as the laughter continued, she abruptly stopped, a hint of concern crossing her features. "Okay, I really need to stop," she declared, wiping away a tear delicately. "I'm going to ruin my makeup."

At the Halloween party, the atmosphere was lively and festive. Maya and her husband's house had been decked out in spooky decorations, with cobwebs strewn across corners, jack-o'-lanterns flickering with eerie light, and eerie music filling the air.

Guests had mingled, some adorned in elaborate costumes while others had opted for simpler attire. Laughter had echoed through the halls, voices mingling with the haunting melodies of the Halloween-themed playlist.

Spencer occasionally glanced over at Brittany, who seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself, engaged in animated discussions with Lawrence and other guests. They shared knowing smiles whenever their eyes met across the room.

As the evening progressed, Spencer and Brittany decided to team up for the pumpkin carving contest, each armed with a sharp knife and a creative vision.

They discussed their strategy for the pumpkin carving contest and Spencer couldn't help but exude confidence. "I've got a good feeling about this," he remarked, his tone brimming with optimism.

Brittany arched an eyebrow, intrigued by his certainty. "And what's got you feeling so confident?"

Spencer flashed a grin, a glint of pride in his eyes. "Well, I do have a Ph.D. in engineering," he admitted, a hint of modesty tempering his declaration.

Brittany's eyes widened in surprise. "Is there a Ph.D. you don't have?" she teased, a playful smirk playing on her lips.

Spencer chuckled, appreciating her humor. "Well, maybe one or two," he replied, his tone lighthearted.

With Brittany's creative ideas and Spencer's technical skill, they began to carve intricate designs into their pumpkin. Spencer's steady hand brought Brittany's vision to life, and soon they were immersed in the collaborative process, exchanging ideas and sharing laughs as they worked.

As they carved, their banter flowed effortlessly, the competitive spirit evident in their determination to create the most impressive pumpkin.

After putting the finishing touches on their pumpkin, they stepped back to admire their handiwork. The pumpkin now boasted a spooky face with jagged teeth and glowing eyes, a testament to their combined creativity.

"I think we nailed it," Brittany declared proudly, a grin spreading across her face as she surveyed their masterpiece.

Spencer couldn't help but agree, a sense of satisfaction coursing through him. "Yeah, we make a pretty good team,"

The judges, impressed by their intricate design and skillful execution, declared them the winners of the pumpkin carving contest. With broad smiles and a sense of accomplishment, Spencer and Brittany accepted their prize: a hefty bounty of Halloween candy.

Later, as they sat together on a cozy couch, they divided the candy equally between them.

"Hey, at least your PhD came in handy for something, right?" Brittany quipped, a playful glint in her eyes as she watched Spencer carefully organize the candy into neat piles, his movements slightly awkward but earnest.

He chuckled, nodding in agreement. "True, true. I guess all those years of studying finally paid off."

Spencer grinned, though his expression carried a hint of bashfulness as he nudged her gently. "And here I thought it was just for impressing people at cocktail parties."

"Ah, but impressing people with pumpkin carving skills is a whole other level," Brittany countered with a smirk, her tone teasing.

As the night wore on, the dance floor became the center of attention, pulsing with the rhythm of '80s hits. Spencer couldn't help but watch as Brittany and Lawrence took to the dance floor, their moves confident but with a touch of humor.

Brittany's laughter filled the room as she twirled and spun, her movements exuding a carefree energy that was infectious. Her dance style was a blend of grace and silliness, her feet moving in sync with the music while her arms waved playfully in the air.

Spencer found himself chuckling as he watched her, admiring her ability to let loose and enjoy herself without reservation. Despite the occasional misstep or exaggerated gesture, Brittany danced with an undeniable charm that captivated everyone around her.

Lawrence, too, seemed to be having a blast, matching Brittany's energy with his own enthusiastic moves. The two of them danced together effortlessly, their laughter mingling with the music as they twirled and swayed in perfect harmony.

As Spencer observed them from the sidelines, a smile played on his lips. He felt a surge of affection for Brittany, admiring her ability to find joy in the simplest of moments.

He stood on the patio, the cool night air sending a shiver down his spine as Brittany joined him, looking a bit tired from all the dancing.

"Having fun?" he asked with a smile.

"Yes, but I need a second," Brittany replied, lowering herself to sit on the stairs. "I need to sit down," she sighed, then glanced up at Spencer. "And you’re gonna stand like that?"

"Germs," Spencer said awkwardly.

"Germs?" Brittany repeated, raising an eyebrow.

Spencer nodded, feeling a bit foolish. "Yeah, I mean, just imagine how many germs are here." He gestured vaguely around the patio, as if trying to estimate the invisible microbes floating in the air.

“How many?”

He began, "Well, there's actually a study that suggests there could be thousands of germs per square inch on surfaces like these—"

Brittany interrupted with a playful smirk. "Okay, Mr. Germaphobe. Well, lucky for you, I've got an idea." She patted the step next to her. "Join me, and we'll avoid those germs together."

Spencer's words stumbled out in a rush, "No, that's exactly what I'm saying you shouldn't do! I mean, you can... there's nothing wrong with it, but I..."

Brittany cut through his nervousness with a reassuring smile, her eyes warm and inviting. "Oh, come on, Spencer. Nothing's going to happen to you. I promise," she said, extending her hand toward him with gentle encouragement. Her long, slender fingers reached out, inviting him to take hold.

Spencer's expression was a mixture of anxiety and uncertainty, his eyes flickering between Brittany's hand and her comforting gaze. Despite his reservations, he found himself captivated by her reassurance. With a hesitant nod, he finally accepted her offer, his hand fitting into hers with a tentative grip.

The softness of her skin against his sent a shiver down his spine.

A soft sigh escaped Brittany's lips as she felt Spencer's hand in hers, a small victory in breaking down his walls of apprehension. She maintained her reassuring smile, her eyes holding his.

As he awkwardly settled onto the steps beside her, Spencer's expression remained hesitant, his uncertainty palpable in the way he shifted his weight. Despite his apprehension, he found himself drawn to Brittany's calming presence.

"See? It wasn't that scary," she said softly, as she let go of his hand, her voice a soothing melody amidst the backdrop of the bustling party. "Now let's wait and see if we're going to die here together."

Spencer couldn't help but chuckle at Brittany's light-hearted remark, her playful demeanor bringing a sense of ease to their conversation. "Yeah, I guess we'll find out soon enough," he replied with a grin, his gaze meeting hers.

“So… what made you decide on Morticia Addams for your costume?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued by her choice.

Brittany leaned back slightly, her eyes reflecting a glint of amusement as she considered Spencer's question. "Well," she began, a playful smirk dancing on her lips, "I've always been a fan of the classics. Plus, Morticia exudes this timeless elegance mixed with.. a hint of mystery, you know? I figured it was the perfect costume to channel my inner dark and glamorous side."

She shrugged nonchalantly, her tone laced with a touch of mischief. "And besides, who wouldn't want to embody a character with such killer style?"

Brittany's eyes sparkled with amusement as she looked at Spencer's cowboy getup. "And why are you a cowboy?" she exclaimed, her voice laced with humor.

Spencer chuckled, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping into his cheeks. "Well, I always wanted to be a cowboy," he admitted sheepishly. "You know, ride horses, tend to the land, that sort of thing. Have a farm…"

Brittany's laughter tinkled through the air as Spencer shared his childhood dreams.

"A farm, huh?" she mused, a playful glint in her eyes. "And animals, too? What kind?"

Spencer's smile widened at her interest. "Well, I always imagined having horses, maybe some cows and chickens," he explained, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia. "You know, the whole classic Western scene."

Brittany nodded, her curiosity piqued. "Sounds like quite a life," she remarked before her expression turned mischievous. "But what about the germs, Spencer? There must be tons of them on a farm with all those animals around."

"Well, that's why I'm here, I suppose, and not on a farm," Spencer replied with a wry smile, his gaze meeting hers. “And germs are everywhere”

Brittany chuckled at his response, her laughter mingling with the ambient noise of the party around them. "True, germs are everywhere," she agreed, her tone light. "But hey, at least we're in this germ-infested place together, right?" She flashed him a playful grin, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Spencer's lips curled into a smile at Brittany's playful remark. "Yeah, I guess we are," he replied, his tone warm. As they sat there together on the stairs, surrounded by the lively atmosphere of the Halloween party, Spencer felt a sense of comfort in Brittany's presence.

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akiraiscute · 3 months

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The Main Masterlink!

Hii!! Welcome to the main masterlink where this is where i put my oc fics then the Masterlink of fics of characters:D (and my criminal mind fics)

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Oc(s)!

Zero (a hero.)

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“You’re my lover, of course i would go to the ends of the earth just to make you happy.” (Yandere!Fem!Villain X Normal!Reader)

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Aaron Hotchner.

New Case - Part One. (Aaron Hotchner X Fem!Reader)

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may-b-a-u-shewritestoo · 3 years

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tying down the balloons | | spencer reid x black!fem!oc

Smut will be tagged 🖤

Chapter 1: Caltech and Club Members

Chapter 2: Lamplights and Lonesome Bridge

Chapter 3: Doctorates and Dedication

Chapter 4: Committed and Captured 🖤

Chapter 5: Renting and Realisation

Chapter 6: Babies and Buildings

Chapter 7: Infants and Individuality

Chapter 8: Diligence and Declivity

Chapter 9: Reminisce and Remember Me

Chapter 10: Send Offs and Shooting Stars

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sixofpomegranates · 2 years

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Hi! I just want to say I’m absolutely in love with your writing, especially your fic Honey as I’m a black women named Honey haha😊 My birthday is this weekend and I would really love to know when you think you’ll have a part three up??👉👈 again you are a beautiful writer❤️

Honey pt.3

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Black!Fem!Reader Also, Plus-Size or not, both fit here! 👍🏻

A/N: Omg! Happy Birthday, Honey! You have no idea how much I love that information! So here you go, the final part of 'Honey' for Honey. Hope you enjoy it, thank you for liking my writing.🎂🥳

This is set in seasons 12 & 13!

CW: Smut/Angst - 18+ | Mentions of Spencer's Canon Trauma - ESPECIALLY PRISON/PTSD/Anxiety/Therapy/Recovery, Consumption of Food/Coffee/Tea, Penetrative Sex (Unprotected, Rough, Creampie, Emotional), Fingering, Breathplay (Choking), The End, Nickname for Reader (Honey/Hun, Baby, Good Girl)

"Dear Honey, I don't know if I even have the right to write you. I don't know if you're in a relationship, if you're happy, or if you hate me. But I need you, more than ever.

I made a mistake, a bigger one than having us end contact. I was in Mexico, meeting a woman named Nadie Ramos who helped me with my mother's dementia.

I killed her. [y/n], I KILLED HER!

That's why I am in prison. I was on drugs of which I don't know why, I stabbed this woman, and fled the scene in a car full of drugs.

And as much as I try to deny it, try to tell myself I am innocent, there must be some truth to this. My hand is cut, Nadie Ramos is dead, we were the only people in this hotel room...

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Honey, I had to stop writing to you that night. I got jumped and beaten in my cell, once again. By now I know that I will not get out here alive.

I am too scared to close my eyes, every moment is filled with the knowledge that this is how I am going to die. I am going to die in prison.

Something a little more promising though, I remembered something. We had a case a while back surrounding an unsub we called Mr. Scratch. He had his own drug cocktail with which he would drug his victims and induce nightmares while playing with their minds.

I don't know what you know about the time Hotch was leaving, but this is the same man that drugged him and made him go into witness protection with Jack.

I am certain he is the one responsible. Yet I wonder, am I a murderer? Did I take the life of an innocent woman? All I ever wanted was to help people, have a family of my own, and be happy. Now, look where I ended up...

You were right, [y/n]. I should've come with you and quit the BAU. I should've started a happier life with you instead of trying to fulfill this self-imposed purpose of mine.

I should've never tried to take care of my mother all on my own.

I should've chosen happiness instead of self-imposed obligation.

I should've gone with you.

I love you, and I will die regretting that I was too dignified in my livelihood that I never gave us a chance.

– Spencer

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Dear Honey,

Nobody came to visit me in the last few days, so I wasn't able to give them my letter to you. But I have more to tell you, so I write you another one. Solely pretending that I am talking to you helps me keep my sanity through all this.

I haven't slept in what feels like forever. I befriended a former FBI agent and this friendship turned sour as he tried to extort me into taking care of cocaine deliveries inside the prison.

It's kill or be killed in here. I tainted their supply, more you don't need to know.

I now remember that I wasn't alone with Nadie, I also remember it not being Mr. Scratch. I know it to be a woman. Today I'll finally get to see my mother. I am ashamed of her seeing me like this but I look forward to seeing her.

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If you get this letter DO NOT REPLY TO IT!

Mom was kidnapped, this is bigger than I believed it to be. I don't know who is all involved in it. I don't know who I can trust.

All I know is that somebody holds a grudge against me and now goes after the people I love.

I am FUCKED and as good as dead. The noose around my neck just keeps tightening. If I wanna survive this I have to make sure I'll end up in solitude.

DON'T GET UNDER THEIR RADAR. Don't call ANYONE from the team, DON'T send any letters.

I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU"

*****

My hands have never shaken as much as they did when I read this letter. The multiple envelopes around it showed me that it first had been with JJ, then the new agent named Luke. From there it went to Morgan and from Morgan, it went to my parents who lastly had sent it to me.

I had waited for a letter to finally arrive and end the silence between me and Spencer but this had not been what I had wanted. Not at all.

Spencer in prison. Spencer.

The sweetest and most compassionate man on earth was supposed to be a murderer, was getting attacked by other prisoners, was locked up like a monster.

Halfway through the letter, I had been ready to book a flight and go to DC. Completely through the letter, I cried, wishing I could turn back the time and convince Spencer to come with me.

Three weeks had passed without any other sign of life. There were no calls, no letters, nothing. I had called my mother multiple times, crying, fearing that Spencer was dead, and now this psychotic bitch would be after the rest of the team.

I still loved him. I loved Spencer so much. After the initial pain had faded, I solely had missed and loved him. Sent him this stupid letter telling him in my own way that I would wait for him.

Once I would find out if he was still alive, I would move back to DC. Screw my happiness. I loved Spencer more than it and if I had to be miserable in America to be happy with him, I would do it.

But I had to wait. Wait until somebody contacted me and I knew that I was no longer risking becoming a target.

I had even gotten myself a gun, although I hated those things. If this unsub would show up here, I would kill her. Kill her for everything she had done to Spencer.

But until then, it was waiting. Waiting, hoping, and praying.

*****

A month after the letter arrived, it rang on my doorbell. Opening it without thinking twice, my eyes met the gaze of Spencer, standing there with his go-bag.

"Spencer," I whispered in disbelief, him scratching the back of his head.

"You should always check who's at the door first. You didn't know who was coming to see you-"

I interrupted him by launching myself at him and pressing my lips on his. For a moment he seemed surprised, then I heard the thudding sound of his bag hitting the floor and his arms wrapped around me.

Pulling away from the kiss, my hands cupped his cheeks. He looked so tired, so exhausted. But he was alive. He was alive and that was all that mattered.

"You're alive," I sobbed the obvious, knowing that I was definitely ugly crying right now. His teary eyes mirrored mine, while he solely nodded and smiled.

It seemed like he couldn't believe it himself.

As I stepped away from our embrace, I quickly took his bag and his hand, leading him into my house. He looked around, taking in the soft cottage vibes and many bookshelves.

Announcing I would make us some tea, I rushed into the kitchen, heating up some water. When I came back, Spencer was still busy looking around, now being in my living room.

It looked like he had forgotten what a home looks like.

"I got the tea," I said softly, luring him out of his thoughts, making him jump a little.

He quickly put the picture frame, holding a picture of us, back on the fireplace. "Thanks," he mumbled, taking one of the mugs from me.

I sat down on my couch, motioning to him to come to sit next to me. He promptly did so.

"Tell me," I said into the silence. "Tell me all about it."

He cleared his throat from emotions. "You don't want to know," he said.

But I insisted, "Yes I do, Spence."

What followed were hours of him retelling all the horrors he'd lived through. All that happened to him, all that Cat Adams staged to get her claws into him.

I could never come near this woman. I would slaughter her cold-heartedly.

Diana was alive and well. Thank god. The team and Spencer had managed to ensure her safety, and get Cat's little card house of nightmares to collapse into itself.

They also had caught Mr. Scratch... More or less. He was dead, not much of a loss if you ask me. I made a quick mental note to check on Emily as soon as Spencer was done letting out everything that he had bottled up over the last months.

He had been in prison for the last three months. And instead of having some time to decompress afterward, was thrown straight into the situation with Scratch. It was hard watching him struggle, even worse when he started to cry at some point, leading to me simply holding him in my arm until he fell asleep.

*****

The next couple of days, Spencer stayed in one of my guest bedrooms. He needed some time to adjust and learn to be himself again. The FBI had given him a couple of weeks to do so before reinstating him... If they would even reinstate him.

I loved having him around. He was mostly just reading books and watching TV, getting hooked on Downtown Abbey. In the mornings we would have breakfast and then walk into town to buy some groceries. His excitement for the farmer's market was heartwarming.

His time to recover was basically him living my life, following my tasks, and being close to me. And the more days passed, the more he became himself again. Now I could even approach him from behind without causing him to have an anxiety attack or accidentally whack me.

I almost cried from happiness one day because he had fallen asleep on the couch. Sleep was so important for him, and that he felt safe enough to sleep out in the open, right in the living room, was more than I had thought I could handle.

There was no sexual component in the time we spent together. It was the last thing Spencer would've needed right now. It was just us, tending to his broken soul, me washing his long hair properly to have his curls reappear, having his new scars checked on, us cooking and making sure he would eat, and Penelope sending us lots of flyers of mental health centers back in DC, so we could make sure he could tackle his PTSD.

Spencer hadn't given me a specific date on which he was going to leave again but as we reached week four, I expected it to be every day now. He wasn't going to stay here forever. Diana and his entire life waited back home for him.

One morning, I had just woken up and walked downstairs to have my first cup of coffee, I ran into Spencer who seemed to have just come back home.

"Hello?" I asked confused, looking at him in his neat suit and tie combo.

"Hey," he answered surprised, probably having thought I would sleep longer.

Walking into the kitchen, he tagged along after me as I asked, "Where have you been?" "Just taking a walk," was his answer.

I had my suspicions about it but I nodded. At least he had been outside on his own, it had been something I had worried about in the beginning.

"I will leave tomorrow," he suddenly announced as I handed him his cup, which I had simply made because I was used to it by now.

"Oh, okay," I answered completely caught off-guard.

"I- I just have things to take care of," he explained himself, and I forced down the part of me that wanted to cry and persuade him to stay.

With a chipper voice, I said, "Yeah, no, totally. I get that. I- I hope you enjoyed your time here though?"

Spencer nodded. "You have no idea how much," he smiled. Taking a sip from his coffee, which mix I knew by heart, he asked, "Would you like to go on a date with me tonight? As a little goodbye."

Raising my brows I questioned, "A date or a goodbye dinner?"

He chuckled, "A date. Definitely a date." Nodding, I said, "Yeah, I would like that."

*****

So the very first date Spencer and I were ever going to have was today since he would leave me tomorrow. Some things are simply not fair.

Two hours it had taken me to pick out a dress and get ready. We had agreed on leaving by seven and so I walked into the living room shortly before, to meet him.

As he turned around with this mane of pretty curls on his head, I knew he hadn't brushed them. They were everywhere. His suit was perfectly tailored and the stubbles on his face were freshly trimmed. If I wouldn't have known, I would've never guessed all the bad things that happened to him in the last months.

"Wow," he blurted out, looking me up and down. "You're so beautiful."

"Thanks, Spence. You look really handsome yourself," I answered, face becoming hot.

Reaching out his hand towards me, our fingers enlaced, and he pulled me closer. Looking up at him my smile echoed his.

"I..." he started but sighed, simply pressing his lips on mine. It was so beautifully gentle, the way his hands framed my face, how he was shaking a little. When he pulled away, his eyes took in every feature of my face.

"We should really get going," I said after a while, making him firstly nod but then shake his head. "Is everything okay?

Spencer clearly looked nervous, making me fear he would have an anxiety attack. Was it the night, the going out, or maybe that we called this a date? What had him like this?

"I- We need to talk," he said, and a frown popped up on my face. "Oh, okay?" I mumbled, sitting down on the couch where he joined me.

Taking my hands in his, he then took a deep breath before saying, "I love you."

I nodded, feeling myself becoming nervous, "Y-Yeah. I love you too."

Hand running through his hair, he stated, "I want us to be together."

"I want that too," I admitted, a sly smile of relief on my face. "I- I already looked at houses in DC to move back."

Spencer's eyes became wide from amazement, "You want to be with me that much?"

"If there's no right timing for us, we'll make our own," I explained. "You being in prison and potentially hurt made me realize that I can't live without you, and sometimes you have to make some sacrifices for the people you love."

The next thing I knew, was Spencer's lips on mine, hands on my body, and my back on the couch. The emotions it had triggered in both of us, knowing that we'd finally be together like this forever and not just for a night, made us lose track of time.

As my lips felt sore from all the kisses, he pressed his forehead against mine, smiling at me like I was the light of his life. "I- I want- Can we...?"

I knew what he asked, but I also knew the trauma it correlated with. "Are you sure you're ready?" I asked therefore carefully.

Spencer nodded. "I'm just scared of hurting you. I- I don't know if I remember to be gentle."

Despite his words, he softly let his knuckles stroke over my cheek. He wasn't the big, bad wolf he believed to have become. He was still Spencer. My Spencer.

"It's okay if you do, Spencer. I can take it, just let me be what you need," I whispered, knowing that he could never harm me in the ways he feared he would.

Climbing off me, he helped me stand up and let me lead him into my bedroom. His curious hazel eyes, looked around, taking in every detail, every little gimmick sitting around.

Then his eyes focused on my bed. "Hey, I know that guy," he cackled, walking over and carefully picking up my pink travel-size Spence. "Kept you company when I wasn't, huh?" Spencer asked cheekily and I nodded.

Dimming the lights, I crawled onto my bed and looked up at him. "Lots of lonely nights you'll have to make up for."

He laughed almost silently, setting the teddy on my dresser, facing away from us. "I love you so much, [y/n]," he said like it was commentary for my behavior that he had held back all the time, taking off his suit jacket and throwing it aside.

I was quick to pull him onto the bed, making him lay down in my ocean of mismatched pillows. Laying down beside him, I laid a hand on his creamy white cheek and kissed him lovingly.

Mine. Spencer was mine. It had taken us so many years to get there, but finally, he was all mine.

"Where do you wanna start?" I asked him, while his hand lazily rubbed over my thigh, lips attached to my neck.

"Where would be the fun in telling you, hun?" he hummed against my skin. "Now, as beautiful as you look in that dress... Please take it off for me, yeah?"

I nodded, ungracefully jumping off the bed and out of the dress. I had probably broken the zipper but that was an issue to be dealt with later. Solely in my underwear now, I looked at Spencer who had set down on the edge of the bed.

"Hi," I whispered, feeling myself becoming a little shy as he watched me with the eyes of a predator.

"Come here," he ordered softly, reaching out to me and making me straddle his lap. As he gazed at me with dark eyes, a low growling sound escape his throat.

It made me giggle out of instinct, while he just grinned. My hand slowly rubbed up and down his clothed chest. I wasn't sure if I was allowed to help him undress, wasn't sure if he was ready for it.

"C- Can I take off your tie?" I asked carefully, making him nod. So my fingers went to work, untying the long piece of fabric. But before I could throw it away, he stopped me.

"Wait a second," he asked of me. "Would it be okay with you if I'd tie your hands together? Not for long, just until I feel-"

I nodded, interrupting him, "Do it." He smiled, taking the tie from my hands, "Thank you."

Kissing me again, he became hungrier by the second. Meanwhile, I kept my hand to myself, letting him freely grope every inch of my body.

He had always needed control during sex, it had increased in amount over the years but I wasn't complaining. I loved him and giving my power up to him felt like the ultimate proof for it.

"Should you feel uncomfortable about anything at any moment, just tell me to stop, okay?" He told me gently.

"I will, Spence," I assured him, so his hands began roughly groping my butt and cupping my sex. The well-directed pressure on my clit quickly let me squirm on his lap.

Harshly putting me back in place, he snickered, "No moving away, baby. You're mine."

You're mine. God, that sounded good. I nodded with a grin.

"Open your mouth," he requested, moving his hand up from between my legs. I did as told, continuing to hold eye contact as he put his middle and ring finger into my mouth. "Get them nice and wet for me, hun."

I closed my lips around his long digits, carefully wrapping my tongue around them and worshipping them like I would do his cock if he'd let me.

"Fuck," Spencer whispered lowly, watching me with amazement. Then he pulled his fingers from my mouth, letting them wander down between my breasts, and over my stomach, right into my panties.

Coating my clit with my own saliva, he began rubbing circles into it, drawing out a long and needy moan from me. I began bringing myself into his movements, rocking my hips gently to cause more friction.

It had definitely been too long since I had let myself get touched by somebody. The last one had been Spencer. I didn't like the thought of somebody else's taste on me ever after the last moments we had shared in the park.

"Does that feel good?" He asked teasingly, while I was just bobbing my head in response. With a chuckle, he moved his fingers down between my folds and entered me with them.

This time I moaned louder, more unhinged. Spencer's thumb still began massaging my clit with the same circling motion his fingers had, and I began bouncing on those inside me.

When he curled his fingers inside me, I stopped for a second before I realized his ulterior motive. Every movement between us was now stimulating my G-spot.

"Come on. Keep going," he whispered, and against the rules I had set for myself, my arms went to his shoulders for support as I continued riding his hand.

Not soon after this stimulation had started, my legs began to shake and I came screaming his name. Trembling, I rested my head in the crook of his neck, making him praise me, "I know. What a good girl you've been."

He removed his fingers from my cunt and I sat back. Apparently just playing into his needs since his slick fingers entered my mouth staying there for me to clean.

I did so without hesitation, bobbing my head on his fingers, hoping to get a way to say thank you. "Such a good girl," he praised again. "Being as sweet as you are, you'd probably suck my cock now as a thank you, am I right?"

I nodded at the profiler, for once not getting annoyed by him reading me like an open book.

With a chuckle and his fingered leaving my mouth with a popping noise, he said, "On your knees," and I instantly melted onto the floor.

I became too eager. I knew I did, the second Spencer flinched at me touching his inner thighs. "I'm sorry," I whispered quickly.

Clearing his throat, he shook his head, "It's okay, baby." Holding up tie, he said, "But no more touching. Please give me your hands."

Behind his playful voice hid a beg for me to obey. Cat had hurt him so badly, had made him nervous about being touched, about not being in control.

I held my hands out to him, watching his swift movements as he bound them together with his tie, a little bow on top. I let them sink onto my lap and searched for his eyes once he was done.

"I love you," I whispered like a promise that I wouldn't go anywhere or do anything he was afraid of.

His hand stroked over my head and down my cheek, "I love you too."

Then he stood up, unbuckling his pants and dropping them before me. Eyes wandering between him and his clothes erection, I began biting my lip.

I could see his hands shake, eyes becoming fearful. A self-deprecating laugh left his lips as he said, "I don't even know what the fuck I'm so nervous about."

"We don't have to do this, Spence. It's okay if you want to stop right here," I assured him, but he shook his head.

"I really don't want to stop," he mumbled. "I thought it was a good idea because you couldn't touch me but it reminds me too much of the handcuffs they had me in," he began explaining, kneeling down and starting to untie my hands.

As I could use my hands again, I stood up and sat down on the bed. "Maybe undressing would be a smarter first step? To see if it triggers you."

Nodding, Spencer slowly began to unbutton his dress shirt, hands still shaking. Meanwhile, I took off my bra and panties to get this step out of the way.

As once more a button fell from his trembling hands, I asked, "Do you want me to do it?" Swallowing roughly, he nodded, "Please."

I crawled to the edge of the bed and piece by piece we slowly took off his clothes. The more items fell, the calmer Spencer became again. We lay back down into the pillows, my hands ever so slowly stroking over his chest and shoulders. As they finally came up to cup his cheeks, I kissed him with all the tenderness I had to offer.

We fell into a loving kiss that went on for a while before increasing in lust. The kiss became as wanton as it was gentle, a combination I had solely known to exist because of Spencer.

Losing our breaths, his hands started leaving my cheeks, wandering down my sides, and grabbed my thighs. Pulling them with one strong but swift motion over him, I found myself on top of him.

As we finally parted to let some oxygen into our lungs, he backed away, his face looking as red as mine felt hot. I didn't dare to straighten up on top of him, afraid the realization that he was beneath me could trigger some unwelcomed alarms.

"I want you to be on top," he whispered against my lips, bucking his hips up and having his erection rub against my wet core. "A-Are you sure?" I asked uncertainly but aroused.

Be nodded. "Very sure. Take control from me for a while, I know you would never hurt me." "Never," I echoed, pecking his lips. "Tell me if you need me to stop."

I sat up straight, lifting my hips and reaching between us, all under Spencer's careful eyes. Pumping him a few times, I lined him up with myself.

Our eyes met and as he nodded, I lowered myself onto him. When he was fully inside me, we both were uttering curses.

I slowly began rocking my hips, making him moan, hands grabbing my thighs, "Fuck, that's good."

I merely smiled in reply, my hands coming down on his chest while I roughened the rhythm.

This pace was driving me crazy, hitting the perfect spot inside me that made my toes curl. Spencer's hands moved from my thighs to grope my breasts, and when he decided that it wasn't enough anymore, he sat up and began plastering them with kisses and gentle bites.

"S-Spence," I moaned, feeling myself tighten around him, my orgasm only moments away. "I- I'm so close."

He moved his moved from my nipple and instead kissed me roughly, swallowing my moans. At the same time, I started to feel him thrust up inside me.

"Come on, Honey," he cooed. "Come for me, baby."

And I did. Completely overwhelmed by the feeling, digging my nails so hard into his pale skin that I left angry, red crescent moon shapes on him.

Hands rubbing my back, he kissed my cheek before rolling us over and being on top of me. "I love you," he told me before starting to thrust into me.

My legs promptly wrapped around him and started rocking against him to accumulate his hard thrusts. Hips snapping forwards over and over again, all that was to hear was the slapping of our skin and our moans.

Dropping to his elbows, Spencer kissed me deeply, one arm reaching down and helping to hold up my left leg. I cherished every moment he was close to me like this. It was wild and intense, loving and yearning. It was us.

At one point I had to reach behind me and press an arm against the headboard so my head wouldn't bump against it. Nails digging into Spencer's back, arm, and chest, I knew I was drawing blood, just like he knew he was ruining me for every other man.

As his hand left my thigh and moved between my legs, he began rubbing my sensitive clit again, coaxing overstimulated but excited screams from me.

"Come on. Come one last time for me, baby," he growled, the vein on his forehead deliciously prominent.

He was holding himself back. Something was still on his mind, and when his hand left my clit and instead wrapped around my throat, I knew what it was. At first, there was no pressure, his fingers just lingered there. But as I nodded, exposing my head further, he took my breath from me.

There was carnal lust in his eyes. It seemed to erase Spencer's memory of his hands around Cat's throat as he tried strangling her. It must've had something therapeutic for him to feel lust and love with his hands on my throat instead of uncertainty and wrath.

For the third time this night, an orgasm started to wash over me. Spencer's thrusts started to flutter as he felt it, only managing a few more thrusts before he came deep inside me.

As his thrusts slowed down, his lips met mine again, hand already gone from my throat but instead brushing over my head. With one more kiss to my forehead, he pulled out and laid beside me, pulling me into a tight embrace.

He had been wrong. At the end of it, all he was still gentle. He was still Spencer.

*****

This silence between us was beautiful. It held no other meaning than calming down after sex. There were no hidden feelings, broken hearts, or empty promises that this wouldn't change our friendship.

After cuddling for a while, I jumped up and walked to the bathroom, throwing on an oversized shirt. When I came back, Spencer still lay in bed but was dressed in his boxers. I covered us with the blanket laying down close to him, humming happily.

My happiness didn't hold on for long though as Spencer suddenly broke our comfortable silence by saying, "You're not moving back to DC."

I quickly sat up, looking at him confused. "What? But we said-" With a calming smile, he interrupted me while pulling me back down into his arms. "I wasn't done talking, Honey," he chuckled.

Just as I wanted to say something again, Spencer said, "The Bureau offered me early retirement. It's a very generous amount of money, and I could still be a consultant should the team ever really need me. Today I also visited a very nice full-time care facility that I know my mom would love and it's only thirty minutes from here. I wanted to talk with you about all this but... We kinda got sidetracked with our conversation."

"Does... Do you mean you want to move here?" I asked almost scared of the answer being uncertain or forced. But he nodded completely sure about his and even optimistic, "Of course, but only if you wanna have me here?"

"Of course, I want you here!" I exclaimed, feeling tears starting to prick in my eyes. "I always wanted you here with me."

Throwing myself on top of him, I pressed dozens of s butterfly kisses on his face, making him giggle and blush.

"I think we're going to be really happy. I can already see myself watching after the kids and mowing the lawn while you sit outside and draw," he began musing. "Maybe I'll start writing books like Rossi. Retelling some of the things I experienced during my time at the BAU. Give readers a deep dive into the mind of criminals and the people hunting them."

Happiness took over, my tear just running while I smiled and snickered, "That sounds like a really good idea, Spence."

He wiped my tears away, seeming so genuinely excited about our future although it was nothing like he had planned it for himself.

After a gentle kiss, I grin at Spencer, unable to hold back my corny idea. "You could call the books 'Criminal Minds'."

Instantly pulling a face, he said, "I don't know. Sounds a little too 'Hollywood' for me."

"Fine. Your loss," I answered, pouting but starting to laugh as he pulled me closer and kissed my cheek.

"Hey, Honey?" He whispered. "I love you." Echoing the love in his voice, I answered, "I love you too."

*****

The next they Spencer flew back to DC and officially left the FBI. He later said that nothing had ever felt this right before... Of course, he's a kiss ass so he would always add 'except for loving you'.

The following month, he and Diana moved here. Diana actually loved her new home and the town around until her peaceful death two years later. It had taken a great toll on Spencer but we were glad that she had still managed to be at our wedding months before.

Now, five years later, the FBI is only a memory living in Spencer's books. He did end up calling them 'Criminal Minds' and they became bestsellers, teaching him to listen to his wife.

As I now reminisce on the porch of our house, writing in this journal I plan on gifting Spencer to our anniversary, holding all the memories of our story, he plays with your three-year-old daughter Blake, both trying to do cartwheels in the grass. Meanwhile, our six-month-old daughter Diana sleeps next to me.

I am happier than I ever thought I could be. This is it, the full package.

I don't regret a second of my journey, of our journey, because even if it was frightening at times and looking at Spencer, has left scars, we wouldn't be here today if it wasn't for all of it.

And missing out on our home, each other, and our children would be the biggest loss in the world.

And just because Spencer loves to start and end his books with quotes, I shall do the same before getting up and making dinner.

The English novelist & poet George Eliot once wrote, "What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined to strengthen each other and to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories?"

I love you, Spencer. Always have and always will. — Honey

Fin

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ssavanessa22 · 3 years

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This is part of WIP I'm finishing right now for Emily's 2k follower writing contest my IRL friend who was gonna be my beta for this fic isn't able to anymore so if their are any mutual who would like to dm me :)

WIP under the cut

He sometimes wonders what would have happened all those years ago if he didn't listen to his father bigoted words and vile rhetoric if he wasn't so scared of disappointing a man he so desperately wanted to please who would end up abandoning him and his mother anyway. Perhaps he would still have her but he’ll never know, after the way he hurt her he doesn't think he would be able to see her again. Whatever she turned out to be would haunt him for the rest of his life. Whether she moved on and found someone who wasn't so scared compared to him, brave enough to love her wholeheartedly for the whole world to see or whether she was never able to truly love and trust another person again after she so graciously gave him her already fragile heart and stomped on it until all that was left we're the remains of her essence

Guys tell me what you think cause you guys are the ones that are gonna read it so feedback is welcomed :)

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cconstant-ccraving · 2 years

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God Only Knows

Chapter One

Episode: S01xEP06

Pairing: slow burn Aaron Hotchner x fem!OC.

Summary: Captain Y/n Miller is an ex-special forces sniper working for Des Plains PD. When a long distance serial killer is targeting civilians they call the BAU in to help solve the case. However, Y/n quickly becomes their prime suspect.

Warnings: Mention of shootings + blood.

(a/n: When I say slow burn I mean slow burn, I’m going to make you so touch starved by the end of this series you’re going to feel like you have no limbs). (This will also be a 15+ chapter series, so buckle up).

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Des Plains PD was chaos. Cops swarmed desks, coffee covered files were poured across counter tops and crime scene photos were pinned up on boards, connect by pieces of red string. The team had just analysed the park where a sniper had targeted his last three victims.

Hotch, Reid and Morgan were stood looking over it with Detective Calvin. Reid scanned over it before turning to her, “Detective Calvin, how far out of your jurisdiction was crime scene number two?”

“About a sixth of a mile. Why?” She frowned.

“If he knew how difficult it is for local police departments to interact with each other, he may have intentionally crossed jurisdiction lines,” He responded.

“Y’all are saying the shooters a cop.”

“We’re saying it’s a possibility,” Hotch continued. “He scouted and prepped each crime scene. He chose an elevated position with excellent enfilade and perfect field of fire.”

Detective Calvin interrupted, “That’s textbook military practice.”

“True,” Hotch said.

“Yeah, but maybe he was in the army,” She continued.

Morgan spoke up from beside her, “He was probably a marine, ranger or other specialized unit. Garcia said the bullet was a .223 fired from the m-4 variant of the m-16.”

“All the services use an m-4,” Reid confirmed.

“It’s got a shorter barrel than the m-16. It’s less accurate, harder to fire, especially at these distances. This level of specialized training, he knows exactly what he’s doing.”

Hotch looked up from the file in his hand again and said, “Have you worked with anyone that matches this profile? They’ll be highly trained, most likely ex-military. They talk little about their service but you know they were a leader in their field.”

Calvin’s brows raised, a look of shock crossing her features, “Yes but... it’s not a man. Her name is Y/n Miller. She was a part of the Special Forces. She’s the Captain of our S.W.A.T.”

Reid looked to Hotch, “We never profiled the shooter could have been a woman.”

“Well, with what we have so far we have little to zero evidence except for that bullet. Detective, do you have any idea of where she’s been the last few days?”

Calvin glanced around the precinct, “She took some vacation days but I called her in an hour ago to help with the investigation. I thought-I thought she could help because of her background.”

Morgan looked around, “Is she here?”

The group looked around, trying to spot the woman when Calvin spoke quietly, “She’s walking in right now. Over there.”

At that moment a young woman walked through the door of the precinct, nodding to an office whom she passed on the way in. Hotch, ever the profiler, analysed her. She was wearing workout gear, all black, a cropped long-sleeve shirt and matching shorts were covered by the standard issue S.W.A.T bomber jacket. She had a standard issue shot-gun strapped to her waist, he scanned down her body and spotted another gun strapped to her ankle, tucked in underneath black socks. Her hair was tied up into a pony tail, which swung back and forth with her steps.

“What do we do?” Calvin broke his concentration.

Hotch felt Spencer and Dereks gaze on him, “We walk over there calmly. If she is our unsub and she feels threatened on her on turf there’s no telling what she’ll do. Calvin, you lead, she knows you, trusts you. Ask her to follow you into your office. When we get in there, be honest. She is a person of interest but as long as she answer our questions she can be on her way.”

The Detective nods and they begin walking over the the young woman, who now stood looking at the board.

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She heard footsteps making their way across the precincts. She tore her gaze away from the board and saw Detective Calvin and three unknowns walking towards her. She scanned each one of the men walking her way, they looked professional. One looked particularly young, he had glasses on and looked more like a college student than a member of the F.B.I. The other was strong and muscular, sunglasses hung from the neckline of his shirt and his eyes were fixed solely on her, as though he was doing exactly what she was. Profiling.

The last, now he was something different. His suit was fitted exactly to his body, he was tall and his features sharp. He carried an heir of stoicism, yet, she felt as though he could be read with one look. His job weighed heavily on him, she could see that in the frown lines etched on his face, but that was something to which she could relate. He looked right through her.

Calvin seemed uneasy, was the first thing she though when her superior stopped in front of her, “Captain Miller. Could you follow me?”

Her eyes flitted from her face and cast a quick glance to the handsome one. His gaze kept her stilled as she looks back to the Detective, “What’s going on? Is this about the sniper?”

“If you follow me I’ll fill you in.”

Something was off. Her posture was stiff, she wasn’t holding eye contact with her and she addressed her as ‘Captain.’ Despite this, Calvin was a trusted friend and so she started walking. She brushed past Hotch, looking up at him, she said, “Excuse me.” She wanted to show him she wasn’t intimidated by him. Or any of his F.B.I cronies. They followed her into Calvin’s office, Morgan promptly shutting the door behind him.

“Please, take a seat,” Calvin said to her.

“I’ll stand.”

“Captain Miller, I’m SSA Hotchner. This is SSA Morgan and Dr. Reid. We’re with the F.B.I,” Hotch spoke, walking further into the room away from the door. “If you don’t mind we’d like to ask you some questions. Please place your weapons on the desk.”

She froze. This cannot be happening again.

“You-You think this is me? You think I’m killing these people?” She stuttered.

“Miller, we just want to ask you some questions,” Calvin spoke, “But to do that we need your cooperation.”

“You want my cooperation? I thought I was coming in here to help you? You said you wanted my expertise to come catch this guy and now you’re accusing me of shooting six people?” She said

“Captain Miller, you have the skills and experience to commit these murders-” Hotch was cut off.

“No. I didn’t do this. I would never- You know what. I’m not doing this again. Come back to me when you want my help,” She spat before ripping the door open and storming out.

The team ran out after her. She was nearing the door when Hotch caught her arm, wrenching it behind her back and pushed her face down against a desk.

“Y/n Miller you are under arrest on the suspicion of the murder of Henry Sachs and the attempted murder of five others,” Hotch recited her rights as Morgan came up beside him and cuffing her. He wrenched her off of the desk. She started to show panic on her face and as Morgan took hold of her arm she did something no one expected.

She head-butted Agent Morgan.

He let out a cry of pain and stumbled back, holding his now very bleeding and potentially broken nose. Hotch pulled her pack from him as she kept fighting and started dragging her to the interrogation rooms, “That’s enough.”

Without giving her a second glance he attached her cuffs to the desk, took her weapons and walked out, leaving her to her own devices.

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“Morgan, are you alright?” Hotch asked, walking back out into the bullpen.

He was now holding his head up high with JJ holding a box of tissues. The commotion had drawn the rest of the team out of the conference room, Reid having briefed them as Hotch had arrested her.

Elle stood on the other side, Gideon beside her, “Why’d she freak out like that? If she wanted to help with the investigation surely she’d cooperate?”

Reid was frowning as he looked at Morgan, “She said, ‘I’m not doing this again.’”

“What?” Morgan spluttered from behind a mountain of tissues.

“When she walked out. She said, ‘I’m not doing this again.’” Reid paused before picking up the phone on the desk Morgan was sat on and put it on speaker, “Hey Garcia.”

“Captain my captain, what can I do you for?” She asked.

“Garcia, we’ve got a suspect in custody but we need some background. Can you find out if a Captain Y/n Miller has any criminal history. She may have been in jail or had some sort of charge against her. She’s the head of the Des Plains PD S.W.A.T.,” Spencer asked.

“Of course I can, sugar. Okay let’s see. Ah, here we are. Y/n Miller, 28 years old, ex-special forces. She did three tours, one in Iraq, the other two are classified. She joined right out of high-school after graduating at 16 and was honourably discharged. After that she went to, oh wow, she got a full scholarship to Harvard to study psychology and sociology and after that she joined Des Plains PD and became S.W.A.T Captain after three years. And then...oh. Oh no,” Garcia stopped.

“What is it Penelope?” JJ asked.

“She did time in Logan Correctional Centre, Illinois for the murder of her college Professor. She pleaded not guilty but it wasn’t until two years later that the real killer, a Mr James Hanson, was arrested after killing another Professor and a TA that she was released,” Garcia rattled off quietly.

“Garcia, was there ever any settlement made?” Elle asked.

“No, nothing. She didn’t even sue. The state of Illinois offered her a hefty sum of $50 million but she only accepted part of it on their insistence. She took $10 million but her one request was that any charge against her be expunged and that she would still be able to serve in law enforcement,” Garcia said.

The team stood quietly for a moment until Gideon spoke, “So, we have two potential angles here. Either, Miller is a woman lashing out against a system that wrongly incarcerated her, taking years of her life for a murder she didn’t commit or-”

“Or we just wrongly arrested an ex-special forces sniper who was potentially our biggest insight into this case,” Hotch interrupted.

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anothermansjeans · 3 years

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Give It A Like

Part 1: Welcome To My Channel!

paring: spencer reid x youtuber!fem!reader

summary: youtuber!reader meets spencer in a book store and finds it hard to keep a filter

word count: 1.5k

a/n: AHHH IT’S HERE!!! MY BABY! SOMETHING THAT ACTUALLY MEANS SOMETHING TO ME LMAO okay, so i’ve read the feedback yall gave me and i think i will be posting the oc version later today on here as well (i will probably also post the oc version on other platforms, but i know some people only read on tumblr)! i wanna thank you all for hyping this up bc um… i’m scared HSHDNDN anyway, here she is!!

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“--and I told her, ‘no, Kim, I can’t go to your multi-million dollar party on Saturday, Taylor already invited me to her Fourth of July beach party!’, and that’s how most of my dreams go. I always end up rejecting Kim Kardashian’s invitations. Maybe I should look up what that says about my subconscious… maybe I’m-- damnit, my camera’s dead.”

Y/N stopped in the middle of the sidewalk on the busy streets of D.C, head down, now looking at the black display screen in despair. She thought she’d been doing this long enough now that she’d realize when her camera was about to die mid-vlog. “This” being making YouTube videos.

She started about a year ago, not really knowing what the hell it took to actually post videos and have an internet persona, but after a month of silly little videos she deemed worthy of seeing the light of day online, she found herself slowly but surely gaining a following. She went from Y/N Y/L/N, the girl from a small beach town that ended up at Georgetown to Y/N Y/L/N, the up-and-coming YouTuber who is currently doing absolutely nothing with her business degree, but still makes enough from her videos to live in the small apartment she’s lived in since undergrad.

“And I don’t have my extra battery. Great!” She rolled her eyes and continued her walk down the bustling street. This was the vlog where she was going to share her favorite bookstore with her subscribers. ‘Was’ being the key word here. There weren’t many places she felt the need to show her followers-- mostly for safety reasons (she’s heard too many horror stories about the crazy fans that will wait at an influencer’s favorite place in order to meet them, and she was not ready for any crazy J-Lo level stalker situations), but she still wanted anyone who watched her videos to see her authentic self.

Entering the bookstore, she took a moment to appreciate her surroundings before making a bee-line towards the small outlet in the corner, digging in her bag to grab the charger for her battery (yes, she brought the battery charger but not her extra fully charged battery… she was a hot mess, okay?). She hadn’t been paying attention to her surroundings, muscle memory coming in handy from the countless times she’s had to use this outlet, but in that moment, oh in that moment she couldn’t have wished for anything more than to be paying attention.

This had to be the most mortifying thing to ever happen to her, really. She somehow managed to completely fail at multitasking and miss the six foot figure who had to have ten books piled up. She was at fault here, she was the absolute mess, and she was the one to quickly drop down all frantic, radiating the awkwardness she always held when it came to any situation remotely similar to this.

“Shit, I’m sorry, wow, I really need to watch where I’m going.” She quickly began to start the small pile of books from where they lay on the ground, not paying any mind to the stranger who dropped said books as she continued to ramble. “And it’s not your fault-- just incase you were thinking that, because trust me, I’m the walking hot mess here and you’re just”, she took a deep breath, finally looking up at the man who was now kneeled down in front of her, contributing to the growing pile in front of her, before blurting out “really cute.”

The brown-eyed, unruly haired man’s eyes shot to hers, neck all the way up to cheeks reddening as her comment sunk in. Y/N was bold...ish? She definitely had her awkward moments, don’t get her wrong, but at times she could find herself not really needing to keep her thoughts to herself. Taking this handsome stranger as example A. She wasn’t the type to shy away from showing her true self, and it was something that helped as she grew into her role on YouTube-- not giving a shit about what others may say about her personality.

She was brought back to the present though, when the sound of the very, very handsome mystery stranger clearing his throat aroused. He was scratching the back of his neck, now looking literally everywhere but at her. So he was the awkward type. Again, she thought, cute.

“I’m Y/N. So the next time I inevitably try to kill you by not paying attention, you can give my name to the police.” She laughed at her own joke (she tends to do that a lot), but quickly stopped when she saw the wide-eyed shocked expression spreading across his face. “I’m kidding, promise.”

“Did you know that in eighteen twenty-eight, Louis Daguerre took the first photo that captured a human? He intended on taking a photo of the Boulevard du Temple in Paris and a man happened to be standing in the street, getting his shoes polished. Exposure lasted for seven minutes so the man ended up getting captured.”

The stranger’s sudden fact left Y/N confused until she followed his eyes to where her camera lay on the floor next to her discarded bag.

“Oh,” she started, picking up the camera, “This isn’t for pictures. I take videos... for YouTube. I’m an influencer.”

“That’s a website.”

“And you’re a genius!” As soon as the words left her mouth in the sarcastic tone, Y/N regretted it, noticing the twitch in his face and the crinkle between the man’s eyebrows. “I’m kidding. Again, sorry.”

“Well, factually speaking, I am a genius.” He had finally looked back up at her when he continued, “I have an eidetic memory, an IQ of one-eighty-seven, and I can read twenty-thousand words per minute.”

“Well that explains the dozen books.” Noticing the corner of his lip twitch up made Y/N’s confidence become just a bit more boosted. “So, hot and smart? Does this genius have a name?”

“I-I’m Spencer. Dr. Spencer Reid.”

Her eyebrows skyrocketed up and she let out a small chuckle. “Wow, doctor, huh?” When she slowly started to get up from her position from the floor, she dusted off her hands and watched as he clumsily struggled to stand, picking up his books. “Guess I definitely don’t have a shot at getting your number.”

“My- my number?”

He did that a lot-- he sounded unsure. Y/N had literally just met the guy and she could already tell that for someone who should definitely have their ego boosted, he was on the self degrading train one-hundred percent.

“Yeah, you know, so I don’t have to come here every day just so I have the chance to see you again? Trust me, I love this shop, but it saves some time, don’t you think?”

“It’s not really safe to give your number to strangers”, his rebuttal made her quirk an eyebrow. So that’s how it’s gonna be.

“How else am I supposed to get another fun fact?”

He looked skeptical for a moment. Very skeptical. “You liked the fact… about the photo?” She slowly nodded her head in response, giving him a moment before she watched him dig in his satchel and pulled out a card. “Um, well this- this is my number. I use it a lot for work, but I always answer it.”

She took the card from his hand and gave him a soft smile. “Thank you. I was most certainly be texting you, Spencer.”

“And I will text back… Y/N.”

She really wanted to crack up at the exchange, but her gut told her this type of thing didn’t happen much. That he didn’t give his number out randomly.

There was a small moment between the two, and Y/N had felt the butterflies swirl in her stomach. This felt right-- getting his number felt like the most right thing she’s done in a while. Their moment though, was interrupted by the small ding of his phone, and she saw dread flash on his face before looking back at her.

“That was actually work. I uh, I should go pay for these.”

She waved him off and shrugged, “go ahead. I need to charge this camera battery anyway.”

And just as she imagined, his departure had been just as awkward, with a thin smile and a small wave heading her way, she sent one back before turning around and heading back towards the outlet. There was some part of her (the tiny narcissistic side of her) hoping he was nosy. She hoped some part of him couldn’t help but actually go onto YouTube and see what she was about. Hoping that he saw that fun side she put out there for the world to see and become completely enthralled by her. She was hoping he would be just as captured by her as she was by him.

But now, looking down at the card he’d given her when asking for her number, she didn’t really think she would have to hope for it. Criminal Profiler, SSA Dr. Spencer Reid. The damn FBI… he was in the FBI. Yeah, he was definitely going to see her fun side.

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talesofnox · 3 years

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FANDOM LIST

THESE ARE THE FANDOMS AND CHARACTERS (AND SHIPS) I WILL WRITE FOR!

THERE WILL BE PLATONIC AND FAMILIAL SHIPS AND THEY WILL BE SPECIFIED! NO INCEST OF ANY TYPE IS PERMITTED IN MY REQUEST BOX!

I SUPPORT ANY TYPE OF SHIP (GAY / LESBIAN / LGBTQ+) SO REQUEST AWAY!

FOR ANY REASON, if a fandom or character (is)...

CROSSED OUT! I no longer write for the fandom or character.

HAS A “☆” NEXT TO IT! It is one of my favorite fandoms or characters to write for.

Without further ado, here are the lists (IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER)

CRIMINAL MINDS

X READER / OC (SPECIFY IN REQUEST)

☆ SPENCER REID

DEREK MORGAN

PENELOPE GARCIA

EMILY PRENTISS

JENNIFER “JJ” JAREAU

BAU TEAM

SHIPS / PLATONIC

SPENCER REID X DEREK MORGAN

MASTERLIST

DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN

X READER / OC (SPECIFY IN REQUEST)

CONNOR

HANK

GENERAL CHARACTERS (POLICE, ETC)

SHIPS / PLATONIC

N/A

MASTERLIST

GLEE

X READER / OC (SPECIFY IN REQUEST

MIKE CHANG

SEBASTIAN SMYTHE

GENERAL CHARACTERS (NEW DIRECTIONS, WARBLERS, ETC)

SHIPS / PLATONIC

N/A

HARRY POTTER

GOLDEN ERA:

X READER / OC (SPECIFY IN REQUEST)

HARRY POTTER

HERMIONE GRANGER

RON WEASLEY

GINNY WEASLEY

FRED WEASLEY

GEORGE WEASLEY

WEASLEY TWINS

PERCY WEASLEY

CHARLIE WEASLEY

WILLIAM “BILL” WEASLEY

SEAMUS FINNEGAN

DEAN THOMAS

☆ NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM

CEDRIC DIGGORY

OLIVER WOOD

GOLDEN TRIO

WEASLEY FAMILY

SHIPS / PLATONIC

SEAMUS FINNEGAN X DEAN THOMAS

OLIVER WOOD X PERCY WEASLEY

MARAUDERS ERA

X OC / READER (SPECIFY IN REQUEST)

JAMES POTTER

LILY EVANS

REMUS LUPIN

SIRIUS BLACK

(YOUNG) PETER PETTIGREW

MARLENE MCKINNON

DORCAS MEADOWES

FABIAN PREWETT

GIDEON PREWETT

PREWETT TWINS

SHIPS / PLATONIC

JAMES POTTER X LILY EVANS

REMUS LUPIN X SIRIUS BLACK

MARLENE MCKINNON X DORCAS MEADOWES

MASTERLIST

LES MISERABLES

X READER / OC (SPECIFY IN REQUEST)

ENJOLRAS

COURFEYRAC

GRANTAIRE

EPONINE

GAVROCHE

BARRICADE BOYS

SHIPS / PLATONIC

ENJOLRAS X GRANTAIRE

MASTERLIST

MARVEL (AVENGERS)

X READER / OC (SPECIFY IN REQUEST)

TONY STARK

STEVE ROGERS

STONY

BUCKY BARNES

STUCKY

SAM WILSON

NATASHA ROMANOFF

PIETRO MAXIMOFF

PETER PARKER

TEAM CAP

AVENGERS

SHIPS / PLATONIC

STUCKY

STONY

MASTERLIST

MAZE RUNNER (SCORCH TRIALS / DEATH CURE)

X READER / OC (SPECIFY IN REQUEST)

THOMAS

NEWT

☆ MINHO

WINSTON

GALLY

ZART

JEFF

CLINT

CHUCK

GLADER BOYS

SHIPS / PLATONIC

THOMAS X NEWT

THOMAS X MINHO

JEFF X CLINT

MASTERLIST

☆ MERLIN

X READER / OC (SPECIFY IN REQUEST)

MERLIN

ARTHUR PENDRAGON

SIR LEON

SIR ELYAN

SIR LANCELOT

SIR PERCIVA;

SIR GWAINE

GUINEVERE

MORGANA PENDRAGON

MORDRED

KNIGHTS

MERLIN CAST

SHIPS / PLATONIC

MERLIN X ARTHUR PENDRAGON

☆ MERLIN X SIR GWAINE

☆ MERLIN X LANCELOT

MERLIN X LEON

PERCIVAL X GWAINE

MORGANA X GWEN

ROUND TABLE X MERLIN

ROUND TABLE X FEM!MERLIN

MASTERLIST

NATIONAL TREASURE

X READER / OC (SPECIFY IN REQUEST)

☆ RILEY POOLE

BEN GATES

ABIGAIL CHASE

TRIO

SHIPS / PLATONIC

N/A

MASTERLIST

☆ NEWSIES (MOVIE OR MUSICAL - SPECIFY)

X READER / OC (SPECIFY IN REQUEST)

JACK KELLY

DAVID “DAVEY” JACOBS

CRUTCHIE(Y) MORRIS

LES JACOBS

SARAH JACOBS

KATHERINE PLUMBER

RACETRACK HIGGINS

SPOT CONLON

ALBERT DASILVA

☆ ROMEO

MUSH MEYES

BUTTONS DAVENPORT

ELMER KAZPRZAK

HENRY

JOJO DE LA GUERRA

☆ SKITTERY

TUMBLER

FINCH CORTEZ

SNIPESHOOTER

BOOTS

SMALLS (MALE OR FEMALE)

OSCAR DELANCEY

MORRIS DELANCEY

NEWSIES

SHIPS / PLATONIC

JACK KELLY X DAVID JACOBS

JACK KELLY X KATHERINE PLUMBER

SARAH JACOBS X KATHERINE PLUMBER

RACETRACK HIGGINS X SPOT CONLON

SPOT CONLON X SARAH JACOBS

MASTERLIST

THE SANDLOT

X READER / OC (SPECIFY IN REQUEST)

BENNY RODRIGUEZ

SCOTTY SMALLS

MICHAEL “SQUINTS” PALLEDOROUS

ALAN “YEAH-YEAH” MCCLENNAN

SANDLOT BOYS

SHIPS / PLATONIC

BENNY RODRIGUEZ / SCOTTY SMALLS

MASTERLIST

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spencersawkward · 3 years

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switchblade faith//spencer reid - chapter 9

summary: one month after joining the BAU, Clea is still settling in. between solving murders and getting acclimated to DC, the only comfortable thing in her life is her new friendship with Dr. Spencer Reid. (Baby Spence)

pairing: Fem!OC x Spencer

word count: 4.1k

content warnings: tattooing/tattoo aftercare, mostly fluffy!

A/N: hi! it's been a while since i updated this series, but i love it too much to leave it behind and i'm also always going to be obsessed with sub!spence. anyway, all my tattoos are stick and pokes atm so if some of the tattoo stuff if a little off, i'm sorry!

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it's really a matter of principle that keeps me bound to the promise. if I were a weaker woman, I would back down from the chair, would have shaken my head and told JJ that no, actually, I will not be getting something permanently inked on my body purely for the fulfillment of a bet.

but with most of the team around me and a couple flutes of champagne flowing through my veins, I give in. it's going to be small, even though I'm not going to see it until it's done. Penelope and Morgan being in charge of the design scares me, though. I start to get nervous that I'm going to end up with a unicorn tramp stamp.

"where are you gonna get it?" Garcia nudges my shoulder once we get inside the tattoo parlor. her eyes are traveling over all the intense artwork, which I can already tell is very much not her style. the walls are covered in intricate prints from past customers.

I think to myself for a moment. if I'm being completely honest, there's one place I've been meaning to get a tattoo, but never have. it's easy to hide, which is good. as long as the design they choose isn't horrifically embarrassing, I'll do it.

"I'm thinking..." I pull the waistband of my jeans down a little until it's right below my hip bone. "there."

"sexy." she says suggestively. I laugh.

"depending on what you guys have decided to give me, yeah." I angle for a hint, but Penny isn't caving.

"are you ready?" Morgan asks, having returned from the front desk area, where he's been talking to the artist. I take a deep breath, peer around at the rest of the team. we look like an odd bunch in here, an assortment of ages all gathered in a dark tattoo parlor.

Spencer's watching me with a concerned expression and I realize that I've been staring around for a decent amount of time. he doesn't say anything, although I've noticed that he's got a certain face he makes right before he does-- and he's making it.

"Clea, are you sure you wanna do this? you don't have to." JJ touches my shoulder suddenly. I realize that they think I'm genuinely worried and I let out a laugh.

"yeah, I'm fine," I turn to Morgan. "lead the way, handsome."

the tattoo artist has me lie down while he preps all his tools, snaps on his gloves. everyone sees me on my stomach and Emily gasps.

"are you getting a tramp stamp?"

"what? no," I giggle. "I'm gonna get it here." I show them the spot I just showed Penelope, and Spencer raises his eyebrows. Prentiss whispers something in Morgan's ear and the suave agent smirks.

"you're gonna like this." Penny grins. I glance at the tattoo artist to see how he reacts to that statement, but he's got a good poker face, unfortunately.

"are you being serious or are am I gonna hate all of you?" I ask.

"maybe a bit of both?" Spencer says in a slightly higher pitch, looking pleased to be in on the joke. I stare at him in disbelief.

"he knows what I'm getting, too?" I point disdainfully. Morgan laughs at the attitude.

"I told him on the way here."

I shake my head slowly and turn my attention to the boy genius, who is hiding a proud smile. there's a boyish quality to it that makes me feel a little better. I have to pull the side of my pants down as I turn on my side for the artist, and a peek of my black underwear makes Prentiss let out a whistling noise. my cheeks turn pink.

"shut up."

"are you ready?" the tattoo guy asks me. it's only then that I notice we're close to actually getting this done. I have no idea what's going on my body-- but there's no time like the present, right?

"sure."

it's the buzzing of the machine when he finally touches the needle to my skin that surprises me more than the pain itself. I feel myself resist the urge to move away, but I'm still enough for him to keep working.

"how's it feel?" Emily asks.

"like getting a tattoo." I wince. Penelope softens, looking between her coworkers guiltily.

"oh no," she complains, then comes over to me and grabs my hand in hers. "is this better?"

I squeeze tightly at the stinging sensation across my thigh, but she doesn't pull away at all.

"yeah." I smile. everyone is watching me intently, so much so that it puts me off a bit. "can we talk about something, maybe? it doesn't help when you're all staring."

"sure," JJ grins. "so..."

the pressure to start a conversation kills any potential for one, and then Spencer clears his throat. "anybody wanna see a cool magic trick?"

I snort and the rest of the team lets out a chuckle as the genius pulls a deck of cards out of his pants pocket. Morgan pats his shoulder. "I hope it works this time."

"it worked last time!" Reid protests, but his cheeks have taken on a slightly rosy hue. I watch him shuffle the mysterious deck and do some fancy tricks that I've never seen before, the corner of his mouth quirking with a sudden air of confidence.

Penelope is still holding my hand, and I can feel the metal of her sparkly rings pressing against my fingers. I choose to focus on the theatrical movements that Spencer is definitely using on purpose instead of the strange, sharp pain.

he fans out the cards and shows them to me, smiling. "pick a card, any card."

"hmm..." I tap my chin thoughtfully and stare at the bright red designs covering the back. I wonder if it's a rigged deck, or if he actually knows tricks. he doesn't seem like the type of person to be into magic. but then again, Spencer is full of surprises. I grab a random one in the middle, pluck it out and memorize it. a red six of spades.

"alright, then..." he grins and slams the deck back into one neat pile, then does some weird shuffling move again and shows the fanned-out deck to Morgan this time. "your turn."

Morgan's gaze flickers between the cards and Reid's face, which is trying to suppress a smile. the dimple on the right side of his cheek twitches once. when Derek taps a card near the end, Spencer nods and does the same thing that he did when I picked one.

except this time, as soon as he's got the whole deck together, he taps them a bit too hard and they go flying. fifty-two-pick-up style, Queens and Kings and Jokers tumbling to the linoleum floor in a defeated descent. my eyes widen and second-hand embarrassment rolls in, followed by the team's stunned silence.

I even feel the tattoo artist falter a bit in his work.

"oh." Spencer says. JJ puts her hand on his shoulder.

"Spence, it's fine."

"no, no, it's not-- I practiced this, like, fifty times last night--" his face is bright red as he drops to his knees. Penelope glances once at you and you return her stare with a pitying expression. Emily goes to help him, then Morgan and JJ.

"let me just..." he gathers up the remaining cards that they hand him, putting them back together into the pile again. I watch as he goes through them, somehow counting at lightning speed before frowning. "we're missing one."

everyone looks around, but it's obvious that there aren't any more stray cards lying about. I feel bad for him, not only because it didn't work but because he practiced it so much. I've been wondering what he does on the weekends-- magic tricks never even crossed my mind.

then Spencer's face lights up.

he comes over to me and gestures to my side, right by the spot where the tattoo artist is working. "may I?"

"uh--" I glance down at where he's pointing, the small patch of bare stomach. "sure?"

his fingertips graze beneath my tummy, between my skin and the smooth leather of the tattoo table, and snatch a card out from under me. it's barely a touch, but my breath hitches in my throat. my fingers tighten just slightly around Penelope's.

he holds up a red six of spades. the enormous grin on his face gives him away. "this wouldn't happen to be your card, would it?"

I gasp and nod, amazement on my face before it's wiped away by the sharp pain of the needle. Spencer displays the red six of spades to the whole team, then basks in their surprised applause.

Emily's smiling in disbelief. "you really had us going for a second."

"wait, wait--" I poke his leg and Spencer turns to me. "how did you do that?"

there's no way he could have hidden it there without me knowing; if he had slipped a card beneath my bare skin, surely I would have felt it. but the magic man just shrugs and shakes his head at me.

"a good magician never shares their secrets, Clea."

this time, the blush spreads over my cheeks. he's cocky right now, and I'd be lying if I said I'm not enjoying it. he's in his element, I realize, even if it is an unexpected one. and as he puts the cards into his back pocket, the group erupts with questions.

he's done magic before in front of them, but they seem to be awestruck by his performance this time. admittedly, I think the whole klutz act really added a nice dramatic element to it.

I'm mostly quiet for the rest of the tattooing process, although everyone else is chattering about the trick and how well the ink is going to turn out. I'm still wracking my brain for ideas of what they chose, but I honestly don't know. I've been banned from peeking.

maybe this was a mistake-- I've only recently joined this team, and already allowed them to decide what's going to be on my body forever. at least it's small. and maybe I'll actually like it; who knows?

when the artist lets out a satisfied sigh and turns the needle off, however, I find myself twisting around and staring frantically at the new design.

"oh my god."

it's a tiny airplane, with two dotted loopty-loops behind it. just small enough to be adorable.

"what do you think?" Garcia asks, eyeing it herself. they all gather around to admire the new design that sits on the outside of my upper thigh. I giggle.

"I love it."

"don't sound so relieved." Emily laughs. I can't help the bubbly excitement in my stomach.

"sorry, I just didn't know what to expect."

Spencer is staring at the ink when he turns to the tattoo artist. "how long until you think it'll be healed?"

the guy stands up to get treatment stuff for it. "I'd say about two weeks, but it varies from person to person." he leaves to grab cling film.

"I thought for sure you'd be the one to know that." I smirk at the genius. he shoves his hands in his pockets, makes sure the artist is out of earshot, and then looks back at you.

"I do know." he scoffs.

"uh huh." I laugh.

"actually, for the record," he lowers his voice. "I'd recommend at least three weeks instead of two. the last thing you want is infected flesh."

"yum, Spencer. thanks for that image." I smile with wide eyes and he shrugs.

...

it's quiet when I shut the door of my apartment shut behind me. I've got a bag full of supplies with me to clean the new art, and I'm feeling lethargic after getting lunch with the team. because Rossi wasn't around to foot the bill, I made the mistake of offering to pay.

we've got the day off after the most recent slew of cases, so I've determined to spend the rest of my day well. I could curl up with a nice documentary, or I could scrub my kitchen and do a little tidying up around here. god knows the film of dust on my bookshelves needs to be wiped away.

oh my god.

am I boring? maybe. possibly.

I shake the thought from my head and bring my things into the kitchen to organize. after spending a few hours cleaning up, I go out grocery shopping, then come home to sit down with a book. my errands take up so much time, I don't even notice the DC sunlight sinking beneath the harsh lines of the city, drenching my apartment in a silky darkness poked through with lit lamps.

it's already 9pm and I kind of want to hang out with someone, but I doubt any of the team wants to spend any more time with me than they did before lunch. or they might have plans with their families.

well, I know one person who definitely doesn't have plans.

I pull out my phone and hit Spencer's contact before I can talk myself out of it, knowing full well that it's not a big deal but still becoming a little nervous. it rings three times before he picks up.

"hello?"

"hey, Spencer."

"Clea. what's-- what's up?" he sounds more confused than anything. probably because I just saw him about an hour ago.

"I know it's late, but do you wanna come over? I'm bored and I feel like you know more about tattoo cleaning than I do." it's a weak excuse.

"why would I know more about tattoo cleaning--"

"you know damn well why, Reid," I laugh. "don't fish for compliments."

there's a slight laugh on the other end of the line before he replies. "I'll be over soon."

I wait patiently, preparing two mugs of coffee in the meantime. I'm sure we'll both want the caffeine, because I have no urge to turn in early tonight. my stomach twists a bit when he calls to tell me he's here, and I go to let him in. I'm not nervous.

except I actually am a little bit nervous when I open the door and there's Spencer with a shy smile and a coat that's a bit too big for him. it hangs off his narrow frame, and I realize that it must have just started raining. his hair is wet and there are dark spots on his clothes where the water has seeped through.

"get inside, my god." I move aside so he can come into the apartment and warm up. he walks in, looks around at my walls. I realize that he's never been here before. "welcome to my humble abode, Dr. Reid."

"it's nice." he compliments without much emotion. I lock the door and turn just in time to see his hand shaking at his side.

"thanks. let me take your coat." I glance out the window, where I now notice the rain pelting the glass.

Spencer shrugs off his jacket and hesitantly lets me hang it on the hook by the door before turning to him with my hands on my hips. "so, how are you?"

"I'm good," he smiles a little and runs a hand through his hair. "I actually read an article on the way here about those psychedelic mushrooms we were discussing the other day."

"is that, like, our thing, now?" I joke and gesture to the couch, where two mugs of hot coffee rest on coasters. he sits down gingerly on the cushions, sitting at the very opposite end of the couch from me.

"I can send it to you, if you'd like." he smiles.

"please do. I've been hoping for some titillating reading, recently." I hand him the mug and he stop before taking a sip.

"how many sugars did you put in this?"

"relax, genius, I'm not out to get you--" I catch his eye. "yet."

he giggles and takes a sip, then another. the smile tugging at my lips is too obvious for my liking; I'm just glad that I got the amount of sugar correct. it would have been funny to ambush him with a sweetness attack, although I think making him come here in the rain was punishment enough.

"have you ever had oat milk?" he asks out of the blue. I frown.

"yeah, why?"

"just wondering. I'm lactose intolerant and was considering trying it."

"you're lactose intolerant?"

"mhmm." he nods enthusiastically.

"I watched you eat three yogurt cups in a row yesterday." I chuckle at the memory of it. he eats so much and remains as skinny as a telephone pole.

"I love dairy." he shrugs it off. I pull my legs up beneath me on the couch and give him a serious expression.

"well, personally, I think oat milk tastes horrendous and it makes me want to vomit, but you should try it."

"noted."

we start to talk about various nondairy alternatives for coffee and it ends up being a surprisingly fun conversation. talking to Spencer has its own charm-- it's not just a conversation, it's a fully immersive experience. from his ambitious vocabulary to the unconscious gestures he makes, all of it keeps me hooked.

I rest my cheek on my palm, elbow leaning against the back of the couch while I nod along to him talking about almond farming. he's got a disdainful expression on his face as he brings up its environmental consequences, punctuating every few sentences with another sip of his coffee.

the rain is still pouring outside. thunder occasionally rolls over the sky and shakes the windows in their panes. my eyes flit from his face to the view when a flash of lightning catches my attention.

"--sorry, we should clean your tattoo." he seems to catch himself mid-thought, realizing that he came here to help me and not just rant about the business of almonds. I smile.

"no worries. this stuff is interesting to me, too."

"there's this documentary out now about it, too, that I've been meaning to watch."

"really?"

"yeah!" his face lights up. "if you want, we can--" he clears his throat. "we can watch it together."

he blushes as he says it, and I can tell that he's worried about how his intentions will come off. he can't take it back, so he runs the pad of his index over his middle finger and fidgets in a subtle way.

"that sounds like fun." I don't want him to feel weird. we've only hung out a few times, and I'm sort of looking forward to it.

"great," he straightens and adjusts his shirt, which has gotten slightly rumpled from his curling up on the couch. his tie is crooked, too. "where are the cleaning supplies?"

"in the kitchen."

"perfect, we should be doing it in there anyway." he stands, pushes a bit of his hair behind his ear while he waits for me to follow-- and I do, albeit with a wince from my tender side. it doesn't hurt as much as I expected.

he follows me into the minuscule kitchen and doesn't hesitate to start going through the things the artist gave me to take home. there's some foam wash and special moisturizer for it, not a lot. it's small enough that the care will be minimal, which is reassuring.

it's only when Spencer's washing his hands that I realize I'll need to unbutton my pants again in order to reach the tattoo. which means this is about to get at least slightly awkward for the both of us.

he turns around just in time to see me unzipping my jeans and his eyes widen.

"how else do you expect to clean it?" I laugh, and he gulps, visibly. his Adam's apple bobs in his throat and he nods in understanding.

"y-yeah, of course." his eyes are everywhere but on me. suddenly, my kitchen walls are incredibly interesting.

I shove down the waistband of my pants until they're just below my upper thigh, then I sit up on the counter and clear my throat. "I can cover some of myself if that makes you more comfortable."

"no, no, that's okay--" he speaks too quickly, then recognizes his mistake. "it's okay. this shouldn't take very long, anyway."

without another word, I shrug and watch him delicately peel away the film. his fingertips are back to barely touching my skin, just like when he pulled that card out from beneath me, and I stop breathing for a moment.

there's also a gel-like substance under the covering, which he tells me is just standard petroleum jelly. Spencer moves with a near surgical (and altogether unnecessary) precision. his eyes are glued to my skin as if forcing them not to stray to my now exposed panties. it doesn't feel sexual at all because it's not, thankfully.

when he uses the foam wash and begins to rub it into my skin, he frowns with concern and looks up at me. "is this okay? you can do it yourself if--"

"it's fine, Reid," I answer too quickly this time. heat rushes to my cheeks. "I honestly thought this was going to be a more complicated process than it really is."

"it's pretty simple, especially for something this small." he shrugs. "obviously, you don't want to get it infected, so I'd just think of it as treating a cut."

silence in our respective positions at the moment makes me nervous, so I change the subject.

"magic tricks, huh?" if anything, I need to distract myself from the way his hand is rubbing over my skin in a totally nonsexual and platonic way.

he relaxes a little, lifting his gaze to mine with a somewhat pleased countenance. "yeah, I love magic."

it's like peeling back a corner of wallpaper and seeing a shade of red beneath; not a lot, but enough to pique my curiosity. "a man of science?"

Spencer shakes his head at the air of faux sophistication I pour into it. "the world needs some wonder."

he says it in an offhand way, although I feel the weight of it from the way he runs a damp paper towel over the last of the cleansing foam. his touch presses into me and his eyes are lowered in a slightly distant way.

"how long have you been into it?" I fight the urge to ask a million questions at once.

"since I was a kid," he jerks back to attention. the grin on his face tells you just how special this is to him. "I used to buy all the books and practice for my mom constantly."

"did you ever do the trick with the never-ending string of handkerchiefs?" I recall one of the only classic moves I know. Reid laughs.

"that one's easy."

"what about the coin behind the ear?" I throw out another one.

Spencer straightens, doesn't even bother to set down the paper towel, before reaching up behind my ear and pulling away with a shiny quarter set between his thumb and forefinger. "you mean this one?"

there it is again, that confidence I saw in the tattoo parlor. he's standing just close enough for me to notice, and I grin as I snatch the metal out of his hand and set it on the counter beside me. "thanks."

"no problem." he laughs.

"you should do that more often."

"the coin trick? I'd go broke." he jokes. I laugh at the rare appearance of Spencer's playful side, hoping to get a bit more of it before we have to go back to being serious at work.

"magic in general, I mean. I think it would brighten up the office a bit."

he thinks about it for a moment, washing his hands again. the sound of the faucet reminds me to put my lotion on my leg. I get to it while he thinks of what to say.

"yeah, maybe you're right."

"I still find it funny that you're into that kind of stuff." I say honestly. of all the things for him to nerd out about, this feels almost comically unexpected. but Reid only gives me a shy smile before replying.

"it always made my mom laugh when I was a kid."

"is she also good at it?"

"tricks? no," he chuckles. there's a washcloth between his long, slender fingers that he's been using to dry them for the past two minutes. at this point, I think he's doing it to keep from fidgeting. "she says it's an old fashioned thing, and that only made me wanna do it more."

"well," I cap the bottle and set it down on the counter, pull my jeans up and lean against the counter with a smile. "I like old fashioned."

Spencer gives a friendly smile. "me too."

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godsfavdarling · 2 months

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02 morning surprises

pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!oc

summary: Spencer and Brittany decide to go to lunch together.

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As Spencer navigated the college hallways, a sense of eager anticipation filled him. The bustling atmosphere and familiar surroundings signaled the start of another week, fueling his excitement for the day ahead. With each step, he felt a renewed sense of purpose, ready to dive into the joys of teaching.

Pushing open the door to his office, Spencer's gaze fell upon Brittany, who sat at her desk with a small mirror in one hand and a wipe in the other.

A flicker of concern crossed Spencer's features as he observed her, his brow furrowing with worry. "Brittany, is everything alright?" he asked, his voice laced with genuine concern.

Brittany looked up, her laughter dancing in her eyes as she caught sight of Spencer's expression. "It's just a makeup wipe.” she replied with a reassuring smile.

Spencer breathed a sigh of relief, the tension in his shoulders easing as he absorbed her words. "I see," he said, his voice softening with relief. "Good to hear."

Glancing at Brittany's appearance, Spencer couldn't help but notice the slight disarray of her hair and the black dress with thin straps she wore. "Long night?" he ventured, a hint of curiosity in his tone.

Brittany chuckled, a playful twinkle in her eyes. "You could say that," she replied cryptically, a secretive smile playing at the corners of her lips.

She retrieved her mascara from her bag, unscrewing the tube with practiced ease. With a steady hand, she carefully applied the mascara to her lashes, each stroke enhancing the natural beauty of her eyes.

Spencer couldn't help but watch in fascination, his gaze fixated on her graceful movements. Caught off guard by his intense scrutiny, Brittany glanced up with a playful smile.

"What? Never seen your girlfriend put mascara on before?" she teased, her tone light.

Spencer blinked, momentarily taken aback by her remark. "I don't have a girlfriend," he replied softly, his gaze lingering on her.

"No?" Brittany responded, her smirk widening as their eyes locked.

Maya entered their office with two ice lattes, placing one on Brittany's desk with a gentle thud. "Here you go," she said with a warm smile.

Brittany's eyes lit up with gratitude as she reached for the latte, her hands wrapping around the cool cup. "Oh my goodness, thank you!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with appreciation as she took a sip.

Maya chuckled at Brittany's animated response. "Had too much fun?" she teased, a knowing glint in her eye.

Brittany's smile faltered slightly, a hint of annoyance flashing in her eyes. "Define 'fun'," she replied curtly, her tone tinged with irritation as she shared a pointed look with Maya.

Maya's smile widened, sensing Brittany's annoyance. "Oh, you know," she said with a playful shrug, "the kind of 'fun' that leaves you regretting it the next day." She winked, a mischievous glint in her eye, before taking a sip of her own latte.

Brittany let out a sigh, her annoyance dissipating as she shifted the conversation. "You wouldn't believe the morning I've had," she began, her voice tinged with exasperation. "I thought I was going to be late, so I practically ran here, only to realize that my classes don't start until 10, not 9."

She shook her head, a rueful smile tugging at her lips. "And now I can't remember if I left enough food for my cat. And thank goodness I always keep spare clothes in my desk for emergencies."

As Brittany stood up and retrieved a blouse and skirt from one of the drawers in her desk, Spencer couldn't help but notice the simple black dress she wore, paired with black heels and sheer black tights. "You have a cat?" he asked, curiosity coloring his tone.

Maya chimed in excitedly, "Yes! He's all black with two white front paws, and he's sooo cute. His name is Albert."

Spencer's eyebrows lifted in surprise. "After Einstein?"

"No, after my grandpa," she replied flatly, as she grabbed a small toiletry bag. With a quick excuse about needing to change, she left the room.

Later that day, Brittany approached Spencer at his desk, a hint of nervousness in her demeanor. "Hey, Spencer," she began, her voice tentative. "Do you... do you have time for lunch? I was thinking maybe we could grab something together."

Spencer looked up from his work, a small smile playing on his lips. "Sure," he replied, his voice warm with sincerity. "I'd like that." He gathered his things and they made their way to the nearby café.

Brittany let out a frustrated sigh as they joined the line, a hand pressed to her temple. "I'm sorry, Spencer," she murmured, her voice tinged with discomfort. "I've got a bit of a headache."

Concern flickered in Spencer's eyes as he turned to her. "Do you need a painkiller?" he asked gently, his tone filled with genuine care.

Brittany shook her head, a wry smile touching her lips. "No, I already took some," she replied. "I'll be fine. I just should've been smarter. I'm not in my 20s anymore; I can't just drink on Sunday and not feel the consequences for the next two days."

As she spoke, Brittany's gaze wandered across the café, her expression shifting suddenly as she spotted a familiar face. A shadow crossed her features, and she muttered under her breath, "Oh god..."

Spencer furrowed his brow, concern deepening. "What is it?" he asked quietly.

Brittany let out a frustrated sigh. "Why is it that in a city as big as this, you still run into people you don't want to see at the most inconvenient times?" she muttered, her tone laced with exasperation.

Spencer's lips parted to respond, ready to delve into the statistical intricacies of chance encounters in a city as vast as Washington D.C. But before he could utter a word, Brittany held up a hand, cutting him off.

"Spencer, it was a rhetorical question," she interjected, her tone gentle but firm. "You can't possibly know the answer to that."

Spencer's brow furrowed slightly, a determined glint entering his eyes. "Actually, I do," he insisted, his voice steady. "You can analyze the data, and statistically speaking..."

As Spencer began to delve into the statistical analysis, Brittany raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his response. She listened attentively as he outlined his theory, her skepticism gradually giving way to curiosity.

"Really?" she exclaimed, her interest piqued.

Spencer nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yes, based on population density, social patterns, and various other factors, it's entirely possible to predict the likelihood of chance encounters in a city like Washington D.C."

Brittany's skepticism wavered, replaced by a growing sense of admiration for Spencer's analytical mind. "That's... impressive," she admitted, a hint of awe in her voice. "I guess I shouldn't have doubted you."

Spencer offered her a modest shrug, his expression humble yet proud. "It's all in the data," he replied, his gaze meeting hers with a sense of quiet confidence.

"Everything's in the data," Brittany echoed, her attention fully absorbed by Spencer's explanation. Lost in the discussion, she failed to notice the unwelcome presence standing before her until his voice broke through her concentration.

"Hello, Brittany," the unwelcome guest greeted, his gaze shifting between Brittany and Spencer with a puzzled expression.

Brittany's heart sank as she reluctantly tore her attention away from Spencer, her eyes meeting the gaze of the person she had hoped to avoid. With a forced smile, she replied, "Oh, hi...," her voice trailing off as she braced herself for an awkward interaction.

There he stood, tall and imposing, with a buzzcut framing his hardened features and a myriad of tattoos peeking out from beneath his leather jacket. Dark jeans clung to his form, adding to the air of rugged masculinity that seemed to emanate from him.

Spencer, sensing the tension in the air, regarded the newcomer with mild curiosity. "Hello," he greeted cautiously, offering a polite nod in the man's direction.

The man's gaze flickered between Brittany and Spencer, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Who's your friend?" he asked, his tone laced with thinly veiled amusement.

Brittany's jaw tightened slightly, her disdain for the man evident in her icy glare. "This is Spencer," she replied curtly, her voice devoid of warmth.

Spencer regarded the man with a polite smile, though his instincts told him to proceed with caution. "Nice to meet you," he offered, extending a hand in greeting.

The man's smirk widened into a cocky grin as he clasped Spencer's hand in a firm grip. "Likewise, I’m Rex" he replied, his tone dripping with arrogance.

Rex's smirk widened into a smug grin as he addressed Brittany, his tone dripping with condescension. "So, Brittany, you disappeared pretty quickly this morning," he remarked, his voice tinged with amusement. "I was hoping to get your number before you took off."

Brittany's jaw clenched at his words, her irritation mounting. "You won't be needing it," she retorted sharply, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Spencer, sensing the tension escalating, interjected with a diplomatic attempt to diffuse the situation. "Well, it was nice running into you, Rex," he said, his tone polite but guarded.

Rex's gaze flicked briefly to Spencer, his smirk never faltering. "Likewise," he replied casually, before turning back to Brittany with a knowing glint in his eye. "Guess I'll see you around, then."

Brittany offered him a curt nod, her expression unreadable as she silently willed him to leave. As Rex sauntered away, Spencer couldn't help but notice the tension radiating from Brittany.

She let out a frustrated sigh as Rex finally walked away, her shoulders slumping with relief. She turned to Spencer, her expression apologetic. "I'm sorry you had to witness that," she said, her voice tinged with embarrassment. "Rex is… a real asshole."

He offered her a sympathetic smile, his gaze warm with understanding. "It's okay, Brittany," he reassured her, his tone gentle. "You don't have to apologize for someone else's behavior."

Brittany nodded gratefully.

"Rex does seem like an asshole," he agreed, his tone tinged with understanding. "He's probably a narcissist."

Brittany raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Spencer's insight. "How can you tell?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

Spencer nodded thoughtfully, launching into an explanation. "Well, narcissists tend to exhibit certain behaviors," he began, his voice measured. "They often have an inflated sense of self-importance, lack empathy for others, and seek constant admiration and validation. They can be manipulative and exploitative, using others to fulfill their own needs without regard for anyone else's feelings."

Brittany listened intently as Spencer outlined the traits of narcissistic personality disorder, finding herself nodding along in agreement. "That definitely sounds like Rex," she mused. "I've only known him for a few hours, but I already know."

Spencer offered her a reassuring smile. "It's good to trust your instincts," he affirmed. "They're usually right."

As they sat on the outside bench of the café, savoring their food and drinks, Spencer glanced around at the bustling city streets, searching for a topic of conversation to break the comfortable silence between them.

"So, Brittany," Spencer began, his tone gentle. "What made you decide to become a sociologist?"

Brittany took a thoughtful sip of her coffee before replying, her gray eyes alight with passion. "Well, it all started in college," she explained, a nostalgic smile playing on her lips. "I've always been fascinated by human behavior and societal dynamics. Sociology just felt like the perfect fit for me."

Spencer nodded, genuinely interested in her story. “What aspect of sociology do you find most compelling?"

Brittany paused to consider Spencer's question, her gaze turning introspective. "I think it's the way society shapes individuals and vice versa," she replied thoughtfully. "The interplay between culture, institutions, and individual experiences—it's endlessly complex and... endlessly fascinating. We are all human, and we… created all of this, and it all affects... everything."

She continued, her passion evident in her voice, "And as for technology, it's such a significant aspect of our lives now. In my work and everybody’s work, we rely heavily on technology for research, data analysis, and staying connected with colleagues. Social media, in particular, changed everything"

Spencer listened intently, genuinely interested in her perspective. "Do you use social media a lot yourself?" he inquired, curious about her personal habits.

Brittany nodded, a playful smile crossing her lips. "Oh, absolutely," she admitted. "I'm pretty active on various platforms. It's a great way to stay connected with friends… keep up with the news, and share my research findings with a wider audience. It’s fun!"

She turned the question back to Spencer, her curiosity evident. "And what about you, Spencer? Do you find yourself using a lot of technology in your life?"

Spencer shifted slightly, his gaze turning introspective as he considered Brittany's question. "Actually, no," he admitted with a slight chuckle.

"I'm kind of a technophobe, to be honest. I only got a laptop when I started teaching, and even then, it felt weird. I've never been one to rely too much on technology." He shrugged, a sheepish smile playing on his lips. "I guess you could say I'm a bit old-fashioned in that regard."

Brittany chuckled, impressed by Spencer's admission. "That's impressive that you managed that long without a computer at home," she remarked. "But at least you have a smartphone, right?"

Spencer shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips as he reached into his pocket and pulled out an old-fashioned phone with a keyboard. "Actually, no," he replied, holding up the dated device. "This is all I've got—a relic from like 15 years ago."

"That's actually incredible," she remarked, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "I sometimes wish we could all go back to flip phones. I loved mine, and there was something so satisfying about ending a call by snapping it shut. Plus, they had those cute pink ones!"

Spencer's interest was piqued by her mention of the pink phone. He couldn't help but notice the predominance of black in Brittany's attire and surroundings. "You seem to really like black," he observed, his tone curious.

Brittany nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yeah, I do," she admitted. "It's just... comforting, you know? Plus, it goes with everything.”

Brittany stared at him, a playful glint in her eyes as she noticed his penchant for purple. "And you wear a whole lotta purple!" she remarked, her tone teasing.

Spencer shrugged, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I just like it," he replied simply.

"Exactly," Brittany replied with a nod, her smirk widening. "You definitely rock the purple."

Spencer's lips quivered into a small smile at her compliment. "Thanks," he said modestly.

"I do have some whites and grays in my wardrobe," she admitted. "But keeping everything black just makes things easier. Everything matches, and I don't have to think too much about it. Colors can be overwhelming, especially when it comes to choosing what to wear… Keeping it simple is… a smart approach."

"I agree," Spencer responded, a small smile forming on his lips.

Brittany chuckled softly, her eyes dancing with amusement. "Don't diagnose me with anything," she teased, her tone light and playful.

Spencer's laughter bubbled up in response. "I'm not," he reassured her, his eyes crinkling with humor.

"Good," Brittany quipped with a grin, enjoying the playful back-and-forth. "I'm aware of my OCD tendencies."

Spencer let out a soft chuckle, his demeanor relaxed and comfortable. "That's… good," he replied, his tone warm and genuine.

The next day, Spencer made his way to the college campus, the brisk morning air invigorating as raindrops danced around him, creating a soothing rhythm. Clutching two cups of coffee tightly, he navigated through the rain, his steps quickening to avoid getting too wet. One cup contained a rich black brew, sweetened to perfection with plenty of sugar, while the other held a refreshing iced latte, the condensation on the cup providing a cool contrast to the dampness of the rain-soaked surroundings.

As Spencer entered the office, he noticed Brittany seated at her desk, her posture relaxed as she leaned back in her chair, engrossed in a colorful women's magazine. With a gentle smile, Spencer approached her desk, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air. He placed the iced latte on her desk.

"Hi, Brittany," he greeted warmly, his voice soft but genuine.

Brittany glanced up from her magazine, her eyes meeting Spencer's with a mix of surprise and curiosity. As she took in the sight of the coffee, a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Well, hello there," she replied, her tone playful yet appreciative.

Her eyes widening in surprise at the unexpected treat. "Spencer, You didn't have to," she exclaimed, genuine appreciation evident in her voice.

"I owed you one," Spencer replied simply, his smile widening.

Brittany furrowed her brows in confusion. "What?" she asked, puzzled.

Spencer hesitated for a moment, recalling the incident at the bar last week when Brittany had kindly ordered drinks for them. "Well," he began, his words coming out a touch awkwardly, "you bought our drinks at the bar last week.”

“Honey, it was water... it was free," she explained.

Brittany's use of the endearing term caught Spencer off guard, a faint blush rising to his cheeks. He shifted uncomfortably, uncertain of how to respond to her playful teasing.

After a brief pause, Brittany's curiosity prompted her to continue, her tone light and inquisitive. "Besides, how did you know what coffee I like?"

Spencer's lips twitched into a knowing smile. "The day we met, an iced latte was on your desk. And yesterday, Maya brought you one. The details of your order are on the cup," he explained, a hint of pride in his voice.

Brittany's eyes widened in amazement as she glanced at her cup, realizing that it was exactly what she always ordered.

"Small iced latte with almond milk. It's quite simple," Spencer replied modestly, though a flicker of satisfaction danced in his eyes.

Brittany continued to stare at him, her mind buzzing with questions. "Oh... and how could you know I was gonna be here now? What if the ice had melted?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

"I saw your schedule. You have a 45-minute break between classes now. There's no point in going somewhere, and it's raining. You'd be somewhere on the campus," Spencer explained matter-of-factly.

Brittany's eyes widened in astonishment. "You remembered my schedule?" she exclaimed, incredulous.

Spencer nodded, his expression earnest. "Yes," he replied simply.

"How? I don't even remember it. Why would you remember it?" Brittany pressed, still trying to wrap her head around it.

"I just looked at it," Spencer answered casually.

"And you remembered?" Brittany persisted, her disbelief evident.

"I have eidetic memory," Spencer explained, his tone casual but tinged with a hint of pride.

"What memory?" Brittany asked, her curiosity piqued.

"Eidetic," Spencer replied, his tone matter-of-fact. "It's a type of memory where individuals can recall images, sounds, or objects with remarkable precision and detail, sometimes even after a brief exposure. Essentially, it's like having a photographic memory."

"Oh... oh..." Brittany exclaimed, her first "oh" filled with impressed wonder at the thought of such a useful ability. But the other with a hint of fear creeping in. "So, you remember everything?" she asked with a sense that the thought of remembering everything sounded like an absolute nightmare.

"I couldn't live like this," she admitted, her voice tinged with apprehension. "I love the ability to forget. Not knowing is bliss."

Brittany's concern softened her features as she peered at Spencer. "Do you like it?" she inquired gently.

Spencer offered her a reassuring smile. "I can manage," he replied, his tone steady. "It's just how my mind works."

Brittany nodded, her expression thoughtful. "That's scary," she admitted softly.

"Sorry," Spencer responded, sensing her unease, a pang of worry flitting across his mind. He didn't want Brittany to see him as some sort of oddity, especially when she seemed so incredible to him—confident, compassionate, and effortlessly captivating. His heart raced slightly as he wondered if he had said too much, if he had inadvertently revealed too many layers of his inner self.

"No, that's not what I meant," Brittany clarified quickly. "It's just... life is a lot, you know? Just the thought of remembering everything seems... heavy..." Her voice trailed off, her words weighted with the enormity of the concept.

"Sometimes it does feel heavy," Spencer admitted quietly, his gaze drifting away for a moment as he reflected on his own experiences. "But it's also... a part of who I am, you know? And I've learned to find... peace in it, in a way."

As Brittany nodded with understanding, Spencer felt a wave of relief wash over him. In the depths of her eyes, he glimpsed a glimmer of compassion—a reassuring sign that perhaps he hadn't scared her off, that she was willing to see beyond the surface and embrace the complexities of his mind.

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altsvu · 3 years

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Criminal Minds Masterlist

(will be updated regularly!)

✨- denotes smut

total completed works: 16

Series:

✰ not so long lost lovers: part 1 | part 2✨ (aaron hotchner x female reader)

✰ scarred - coming soon! (aaron hotchner x derek morgan x spencer reid x bau!fem!reader)

✰ wild hearts - coming soon! (aaron hotchner x oc)

Oneshots:

✰ a little jealous, i suppose? (aaron hotchner x bau!female reader) ✨

✰ left in the dark (jj x kate callahan x bau!female reader, aaron hotchner x bau!female reader)

✰ dress shirt (aaron hotchner x bau!female reader)

✰ for your protection (request - aaron hotchner x gn!reader)

✰ promise rings - coming soon! (spencer reid x bau!gn!reader)

✰ be there for me (200 celebration - spencer reid x gn!reader)

✰ “there’s a first for everything”, they say ✨(200 celebration - aaron hotchner x bau!black!fem!reader)

✰ selfish ✨ (200 celebration - aaron hotchner x bau!fem!reader)

✰ complexities of race (request - aaron hotchner x black!pregnant!fem!reader)

✰ don’t shut me out (request - aaron hotchner x black!fem!reader)

Drabbles:

✰ sorrow (aaron hotchner x female reader)

✰ blue jeans and a tshirt (aaron hotchner x gender neutral reader)

✰ first kiss with luke alvez (100 celebration - luke alvez x gn!reader)

Headcannons:

✰ jack hotchner plays with your 4c hair (request - aaron hotchner x female reader)

✰ love confessions (200 celebration - moreid)

Other:

✰ wild hearts: | ayanna (oc) description /oc and series moodboard

✰ “there’s a first for everything, they say” sneak peek

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moon-light-jukebox · 4 years

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The Pretty Boy and the Purple Scarf - [Reid x Fem!OC]

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Summary: Sam is very surprised when she gets hand picked to join the BAU. She’s even more surprised to meet Dr. Spencer Reid. It’s not surprising that she would develop feelings for him...but he can’t feel the same way. Can he?

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Original Character

Word Count: 7.9k

Rating: Explicit

Genre: Fluff/Smut

Content Warning: Unprotected sex, Dom!Spencer, light bondage, oral sex (female receiving), language.

A/n: This fic was a commission I did for @imjusthereformggcontent‘s birthday. She told me last night that it was “so good” and it “deserved to see the light of day.” She was being overly kind as usual, but here it is. I wrote this in second person which is a bit ooc for me. I hope y’all like it. 😊

--The Pretty Boy and the Purple Scarf--

Everything about the day you transferred from the 4th floor to the 6th floor was unexpected. You had only heard of Aaron Hotchner by reputation, but you’d never actually seen the man.

Which is why you were very surprised when he came down to the 4th floor and personally requested you be reassigned to the 6th floor; truth be told, that requested sounded more like a demand. You barely had time to gather your things before you were on the elevator upstairs.

You had been greeted by a very bubbly blonde woman in hot pink high heels. She had squealed with joy when the doors slid open and she caught sight of you.

“I knew you were the right choice!” She had chirped, teetering towards you. “Your work record is phenomenal, you passed all the background checks, and you’ve technically already taken the required psych courses to be a profiler.” She was positively shaking with excitement. “And you’re as cute a stinking button and look at your hair!”

Several minutes later the woman introduced herself as Penelope Garcia. Not only was she the technical analyst for the BAU, but she also split the responsible of communications liaison with the unit chief.

She then informed you that these duties would now be split between three people, SSA Hotchner, herself…and you.

Once the initial shock had worn off, you were thrilled. You had taken the psychology courses because you had always been fascinated by the behaviors of others. You had joined the FBI because you wanted to help people.

This was your dream job!

But you’d be lying if you said that those were the only reasons that working with the behavioral analysis unit was your dream job.

When Garcia had introduced you to the team that very first day, you clicked with every member right away. David Rossi always offered you a fatherly smile whenever he saw you, Prentiss and Garcia had invited you out to their girl’s night multiple times. Derek Morgan had taken to calling you “pretty girl” which never failed to make you smile. Even Aaron Hotchner was friendly towards you…well, as friendly as he could be. Occasionally you saw his mouth twitch whenever you made a sarcastic comment; you took that to mean that he probably liked you at least a little bit.

While that was also wonderful…it wasn’t why this was your dream job.

During that very first meeting, Garcia had introduced you to everyone in the conference room. They all smiled warmly at you and offered a handshake.

“And this is our resident genius Dr. Spencer Reid,” Garcia had introduced with a wave of her hand.

Dr. Spencer Reid was easily the most unexpected part of the day. He looked at least a few years older than you, so you were surprised that he had the doctor honorific, but the most startling thing was what he looked like. He was tall, possibly the tallest person in the room, with a slim build and unruly curly brown hair. His straight white teeth were dug into his bottom lip while he fidgeted nervously. And then there were his eyes. You now knew that they were brown with flecks of gold near the center, but in that light, they had actually looked like honey.

You offered him your hand, anticipating that he would greet you the way the others had; but nothing about Spencer Reid was ordinary.

He shifted his weight from foot to foot, his eyebrows climbing up his forehead while he stared at your hand.

“The number of pathogens passed during a handshake is staggering,” he informed you, much to the amusement of everyone else in the room. “It’s actually safer to kiss.”

Out of all the things you could have said in that moment, you decided to tease him. “I mean, you’re cute. I wouldn’t say no if that’s how you wanna introduce yourself.”

A choked laugh exploded out of SSA Morgan at your comment. “Oh shit!” He threw his head back and laughed loudly. “Watch out, she’s got your number, Pretty Boy!”

Pretty Boy, you thought. It definitely fits.

The rest of the team had shared in Morgan’s amusement. Even Spencer had seemed amused; amused and thoroughly embarrassed. The apples of his cheeks had turned bright red.

You just shot him a slightly awkward smile because holy fuck he was cute, especially when he was embarrassed.

Later after the rest of the team had left the conference room and returned to the bullpen, you saw Reid standing in front of the coffee station in the kitchenette.

“Hey,” you called, coming up to his side. “I’m sorry if I embarrassed you in there. I’m Sam.”

He offered a small smile in your direction while he poured an ungodly amount of sugar in his coffee. “Oh, you didn’t. I was 12 years old when I graduated from a Las Vegas public high school. I’m tougher than I look.”

“Dr. Reid is tougher than he looks,” you joked, crossing your arms over your chest. “Got it. I can’t promise I won’t tease you again.”

He just laughed. “If you’re going to tease me then you can just call me Spencer.”

Things had started to change about 3 weeks after that. You had finally gotten more comfortable around the team, Spencer included. True to his word, he didn’t seem to mind that you had teased him a few times over the weeks. It was all harmless stuff, of course.

“Cute tie, pretty boy” or “sweater vests are an odd choice, but I’m into it.”

Derek was thoroughly amused, telling you more than once that your remarks to Spencer were the highlight of his day and that he wished you had joined the team sooner.

Throughout all those comments, Spencer never teased you back. He’d duck his head, trying to hide the blush on his face, or he’d just smile at you.

That all changed one morning while you were standing at the coffee station. Garcia had joked that she never drank coffee before working here, but it was like the machine had some sort of hold over everyone. After almost a month here, you were starting to believe it.

You liked coffee, sure, but only if it didn’t taste too much like coffee. You were honestly concerned about people like Hotch who drank black coffee; it just seemed like they must have been through something.

“And you tease me for how much sugar I put in my coffee,” a voice said from beside you, barely able to conceal a chuckle that followed their words. “Jesus Christ, Samantha.”

You turned to smile up at him, your green eyes meeting his warm brown ones. “Nice try, pretty boy. I’m putting a perfectly reasonable amount of sugar in my coffee. I don’t use nearly as much sugar as you do.”

“Probably not,” he conceded, propping his hip up against the counter. “You’re sweet enough anyway.”

Your eyes went impossibly wide at his words, you were stunned. So stunned that you couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled out of your throat.

Dr. Spencer Reid looked just as surprised at his words as you did, two bright pink spots appearing on the apples of his cheeks. “Sorry, I don’t know why I said that,” he squeaked out, his voice laced with embarrassment.

“You’re never going to hear me complain about you flirting with me, Dr. Reid.”

“You can call me Spencer, Samantha,” he reminded.

His words were so soft you were afraid you’d misheard him. Based on the slightly awkward look on his face, you could tell you didn’t. “Okay Spencer,” you breathed out, testing how his name felt in your mouth.

He started to turn to walk away before you found your voice again. “Oh, and you can just call me Sam. Everybody else does.”

The corners of his mouth turned up in a small smile. “I know, but if it’s okay with you, I think I’d like to keep calling you Samantha.”

The tension in the air seemed to thicken at his words. How did Spencer just saying your name have this sort of effect on you? Trying to keep your composure, you just nodded. “S-sure, Spencer. You can call me Samantha if you want.”

His nervous demeanor melted away. “Good.” He had turned back around and crossed the room before you even realized what had happened.

After that day, a sort of odd friendship had started between you and Spencer Reid. What had begun as awkward flirting attempts every once in a while from him were becoming more and more frequent, and a little bit bolder in nature. You loved that he was getting more comfortable with you.

But you couldn’t ignore how things had started to shift inside you over the past few months.

Talking to Spencer was the highlight of your day. Every time he called you Samantha when the rest of the world called you Sam, you felt butterflies in your stomach. Your mood always lifted whenever you listened to him talk about something he was passionate about.

One of your favorite things was how his cheeks would turn just a bit red whenever he stopped by your desk on one of his many trips to the coffee pot.

“Hey, can I get you a cup?” He’d offer, tapping his fingers against the desk.

You’d always smirk at him. “This is a weird flirting strategy, Pretty Boy,” you’d say, your voice teasing. “Not that I mind watching you walk away.”

The first time you had made that joke it took Spencer a second to get your meaning; the moment he did he flushed beet red.

Even though he acted embarrassed by your comments, he still stopped by your desk multiple times a day. Whenever he did bring you back a cup of coffee it was always made perfectly, just the way you liked it.

It wasn’t until a few weeks ago when you realized what these shifting feelings had meant. You all were working a difficult case in South Dakota that was really getting to you. During a coffee run, Spencer brought you back a white chocolate mocha. When you’d looked up at him, your brows drawn together in confusion, he’d just smiled at you before he shuffled away.

Spencer Reid was becoming one of your best friends…and you were not so slowly falling for him.

The day after you got back to Quantico from Sioux Falls, you were back in the kitchenette, only this time you were getting your lunch. You normally ate lunch with either Spencer or Penelope, but you hadn’t seen the Pretty Boy since this morning.

You were so caught up in your own thoughts you didn’t even realize the very person you were thinking about had snuck up on you.

“What’s that?” His voice asked from beside you, causing you to jump slightly.

“Jesus, Spence,” you mumbled, embarrassed for your reaction. “Don’t sneak up on me!”

He just smiled at you, causing your heart to beat a bit faster. “You’ve never called me Spence before,” he said softly, his eyes searching your face. “Plus, I like scaring you. And you didn’t answer my question.”

It was hard to remember anything when he smiled like that. “Oh,” you said, shaking your head slightly in an attempt to clear it. “What’s what?”

He took a step closer to you. “You have something on your wrist.”

You were taken aback at first, because how the fuck did he see that? Nobody had ever seen that tattoo unless they knew it was there. It’s impossible, Garcia must have told him about it, you had reassured yourself.

His warm hands touched your arm, pulling it closer to him while his thumb traced over the almost invisible ink on your wrist.

“Is this a tattoo?” he asked softly, bending his head down to inspect it further. “I knew about the one on the back of your neck, but I didn’t know you had this one.”

You felt your stomach flutter. He had noticed the one on the nape of your neck too?

“Y-yeah,” you managed to get out. “It’s an anchor.”

Spencer made a noise of acknowledgment, his thumb still softly rubbing over the skin of your wrist. "It's interesting. You know, originally the anchor was a symbol of safety. It wasn't until years later that it got a newer meaning."

It was so hard for you to focus when he was near you, but now he was touching you too?

"Now it's a symbol of hope," he mumbled, his head lifting, his warm brown eyes locking on to your own. "It suits you, Samantha." With that, he dropped your arm and turned to get a mug for his coffee.

Now that he wasn’t invading your senses with his presence, you could gather your thoughts slightly. “How did you know about my tattoo, Spencer?”

He didn’t look up from his caffeine driven task. “A good magician never reveals his secrets,” he said cryptically.

You scoffed, earning a chuckle from him. Spencer turned; his amber-colored eyes were swirling with mischief, but also something a bit deeper. It didn't just feel like he was looking at you; it felt like he was looking into you. It felt like he really wanted to see you in the way that all people crave to be seen. He wanted to understand you.

He took a small step closer, his hand reaching up to brush over one of the green pieces in your long brown hair. “Maybe I just pay more attention to you than you think,” he whispered before he pulled away, leaving you stunned.

He was already back at his desk before you collected your thoughts.

Spencer Reid…couldn’t feel that way about you, could he?

Your feelings about Spencer were starting to seep into the front of your mind, no matter what you did to try and keep them at bay. What made matters worse is that you worked with profilers, the best profilers. How were you supposed to keep your feelings hidden from them?

You decided the best thing to do was try to put some distance between yourself and Spencer. It was extremely hard to do, considering all you wanted to do was be near him; but he just kept making these teasing little comments.

Of course, like most things in life, your plan didn’t go work out. You had been avoiding Spencer for exactly 3 and a half hours before he made his move.

You were coming out of Garcia’s lair when you felt a hand clap around your forearm, jerking you to a stop.

Now, you were normally not an overly clumsy person, but when your momentum gets shifted so quickly, it’s only natural to stumble a bit. You turned and tripped over your feet, causing you to tumble into a very warm person.

One of his large hands caught your shoulder, steading you. Your eyes traveled up, up, up, to meet the beautiful eyes of the one and only, Dr. Spencer Reid.

“Why do you insist on scaring the shit out of me?” you scolded, swatting at his chest with the back of your hand.

He looked completely unbothered. “I wouldn’t have had to scare you if you weren’t avoiding me.”

Your mouth popped open in surprise. “I’m not avoiding you!” you protested.

Spencer’s eyebrows pulled together. “Then why haven’t I seen you in the last three hours, thirty-five minutes and seventeen seconds?”

You couldn’t control your snort at his comment. “You’re so weird, do you know that?”

Something happened to Spencer's face just then; his whole expression seemed to soften somehow. "You don't mind that I'm weird though, do you, Samantha?"

Those pesky butterflies erupted in your stomach again, reminding you of your complicated feelings. You took a step back, plastering a friendly smile on your face…at least you hoped.

“You’re a weirdo, but you’re my weirdo, Spence.”

“I wouldn’t want to be anyone else’s weirdo,” he quipped, shifting closer to you. You could feel the heat of his body through your clothes.

“Good, because you’re stuck with me.”

His face turned thoughtfully before he spoke again. “You know,” Spencer said quietly, taking a step closer to you. “Your eyes have some yellow in them around the center. It’s almost like they’re sunflowers.”

You felt your breath catch in your throat. “Spence…you-you can’t…you can’t just say shit like that to me.”

His brows furrowed in confusion. “Why?”

“Because it makes me feel…It just makes me feel.”

“Is that bad?”

I don’t know. “No,” you decided. “I don’t guess it is.”

Those warm brown eyes continued to scan over your face. “No more avoiding me,” he ordered, pointing his index finger at you.

“I wasn’t avoiding you!”

He stepped away then, but not before he reached out and tugged on one of the green strands in your hair. “You’re a terrible liar, Samantha,” he informed you, before walking down the hall towards the bullpen.

“I really hope I’m not,” you muttered under your breath. You had to be a good liar right now…because what if how you were feeling made you lose your best friend?

“I need the BAU team in the conference room,” Hotch’s voice boomed out across the bullpen. “Now.”

You wrinkled your nose slightly; no cases had come in today…So why are we meeting in the conference room?

“Come on, Pretty Girl,” Morgan said when he walked by your desk. “You better hustle or else I’m gonna be the one that sits beside your Pretty Boy.”

“No, you’re not,” Spencer called out. He was already walking into the conference room, his eyes fixed on your face until the moment he entered the room.

“Uh-oooohhh,” Morgan teased, his mouth in a wide smile. “Pretty Boy is getting a little territorial, miss thing. It won’t be long now.”

Your face scrunched in confusion. “Won’t be long until what?” you asked but he was already running into the conference room. “Morgan!”

No matter how much you told yourself otherwise, you couldn’t help but feel like things were slightly different with Spencer. He had never been overly affectionate with people, but you were his friend, it wasn’t all that uncommon for him to hug you or brush up against you.

It was just that he seemed to be doing it so much more often. He was always sitting beside you on the jet, at the round table, he was even coming by your desk more than usual.

What’s more, he seemed to have a bit more confidence than normal.

You were almost positive you weren’t imagining it or letting your feelings influence your judgment.

“What are you thinking about?” Spencer asked, his leg extending so he could poke your shin with the tip of his converse. You had decided to sit in one of the seats at the back of the plane; you were thinking of it as an experiment to test your theory. There was no seat directly beside of you, making the closest one the seat in front of you that was faced in your direction. In all the time you had known him, Spencer had never sat back here if other seats were available.

When he boarded the jet an hour ago his eyes had sought you out immediately, making his way to that set before flopping down into it.

Well, you had thought. I’m not totally crazy.

“I’m not thinking about anything,” you insisted, your eyes never lifting from your kindle. Spencer detested that you used an e-reader, but unlike him, you didn’t exactly feel like stuffing your go bag with heavy ass books.

He huffed. “One day I’m going to punish you for lying to me, Samantha.”

Your head flew up. “What!?” you hissed out in a loud whisper.

Spencer just lowered his eyes back to his book. “You heard me.”

The case had been a quick one to solve, thankfully. You hadn’t even been in town for 2 full days and the Tulsa police had already processed the unsub’s arrest, leaving your team free to go.

You probably could have gone home tonight if it wasn’t for the storm. There wasn’t actually a storm here that was the problem, it was the one that is Quantico. No matter how homesick anyone felt, it seemed like a unanimous decision to stay here one more night.

The team had arrived back at the hotel about 15 minutes ago, meaning you had only been in your room for 5 minutes when there was a knock on the door.

You had a sinking feeling in your gut that when you opened that door, you'd be met by a pair of warm brown eyes and wild light brown curly hair. It's not that you didn't want to see Spencer; the problem was how much you did want to see Spencer. No matter how many times you told yourself that the flirting was harmless, and he didn't feel the way you did, it didn't seem like your heart had gotten the message.

Maybe it’s not him, you thought. Maybe…maybe it’s a murderer.

No such luck was to be had, of course. You opened up the door to see the smiling, painfully handsome face of Dr. Spencer Reid.

“Spencer,” you laughed out. “We’ve only been here for like 10 minutes.”

The man just nodded, stepping around you and striding into your hotel room like he had a right to be there. "Can't I come to see my best friend?"

You tried to ignore the way your heart fluttered at him calling you his best friend. “You just saw me.”

“No,” he argued. “I last saw you 8 minutes and 13 seconds before you opened your door.”

Heaving out a loud sigh, you just shook your head and continued pulling things out of your go-bag.

“You don’t mind that I’m here, do you?”

That gave you pause. He didn’t sound like the confident Spencer you’d been seeing the past few weeks. He seemed like the awkward Dr. Spencer Reid who had blushed to the roots of his hair when you made a joke about kissing him.

You shot him a soft smile. “Of course I don’t mind, Spencer. You know I just like to tease you.” He seemed relieved at your answer as he went to sit on the edge of your bed. “And you seem to like teasing me too.”

“Who said I’m teasing?”

You rolled your eyes. “If you’re gonna be in here, make yourself useful.” You handed him your phone charger. “Put that in my go bag.”

“Yes ma’am,” he muttered, not trying to hide his smile at your bossy tone. “Why am I putting this…what’s this?”

You turned your head to see the purple fabric in his hands. “A scarf? Have you never seen a scarf before?” you teased. “Some genius you are.”

His face pulled a sour look at your words that made you smile harder. “I just haven’t seen it before. I like it.” Spencer started wrapping the scarf around his neck.

“Wow, Dr. Reid,” you called out, your eyes running over his form. “Very sexy. You’re gonna drive the girls wild.”

"There's only one person I'm interested in driving wild," he said softly before he snapped back into his teasing tone. "Purple is my favorite color, you know."

You weren’t even thinking when you said, “I know, that’s why I picked it.” Spencer’s head swung in your direction, clearly surprised by your words. “Anyway,” you hurried out. “Maybe you should keep it; you look adorable Spencie.”

He hated it when anyone called him Spencie and you knew that. You had made the comment to hopefully throw him off from your confession that you picked out that scarf because it reminded you of him.

“What happened to sexy?!” he demanded. “I do not look adorable.” His beautiful face was marred by a scowl.

You put your hands on your hips, giving him an exaggerated once over. “I don’t know, you look pretty adorable to me, Spencie.”

Spencer’s eyes had taken on a different look than you weren’t used to seeing directed at you. It was the same look he always had when he was trying to solve a problem. “You really think I’m just adorable, don’t you?”

Now it was your turn to look at him oddly. “Yeah? Why wouldn’t I?” He took a step closer to you as soon as the words left your mouth, causing you to take a step back. “What are you doing?”

“Proving I’m not adorable,” he said, his words quiet but harsh.

"How-" You never got to finish your question; before you could even realize that he was moving his right hand wrapped around your throat, using his momentum to push you back one final step until you were pressed between the wall and his body.

You blinked up at him, trying to ignore how all of this made you feel. Even in this situation, you still couldn’t believe that Spencer was actually attracted to you the way you were to him. This is probably just like his Eastwood impression, you thought.

His head was bent down, bringing his face much closer to yours than you were used to. You could see the perpetual shadows he had under his remarkable eyes, the small crease in his skin between his eyebrows.

"Is this how you prove you're not adorable?" You had tried to make your tone sound light like your heart wasn't about to beat out of your chest, but it hadn't worked. Your voice sounded breathy and curious even in your own ears.

He looked over your face one final time, looking for some sort of emotion that he must have found because the next instant his grip on your throat got slightly tighter. His face moving so much closer to yours that your noses almost brushed.

“No,” he whispered, his breath ghosting over your lips. “This is.”

Before you could process his words, his lips finally brushed against yours. He was hesitant at first, but he grew bolder when you gasped against his mouth.

How many times had you imagined this moment? Yearned for it? And somehow the feeling of his body against yours was more than you had ever imagined. He was more than you ever imagined.

He took advantage of the gasp you let out, his kiss growing more hungry, more frantic. His body pushed into yours, his thigh coming forward to wedge between both of yours. You were vaguely aware of his hand leaving your throat, but all thought left your head when you felt both of his hands cradled your face. His thumb rubbed against your cheek while he tilted your head where he wanted it.

Spencer Reid was in complete control of this kiss, and you were getting swept away.

His tongue brushed over your bottom lip, seeking entrance to the heat of your mouth. He groaned low in his throat when you immediately opened for him, the movements of your tongue just as bold as his. When your hands came up to grip his sides, one of his hands slid to the back of your head, his long fingers tangling in your hair.

There wasn't a moment of unsureness in this kiss; Spencer kissed you like he had done it a thousand times before. Eventually, the need for air became too great, causing you to break apart. You whimpered slightly when his teeth caught your bottom lips, tugging at it while he pulled his mouth away.

“I’m not adorable,” he panted out against your mouth.

You couldn’t do anything but stare at him in wonder. “I got that.”

His thumb moved over to run against your bottom lip. “No,” he whispered, his eyes scanning yours. “I don’t think you do.”

Those words seemed to hold a greater meaning that you couldn't quite put your finger on. How was anyone's mind supposed to work correctly when this man was standing so close?

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

"Yes." Because of course, you did.

For that moment he looked unsure like he was battling with something he wanted so desperately but was too afraid to reach out and grab. "If you tell me to stop, I will."

You didn’t get to ask him what he meant before he was on you again. This kiss was filled with the same passion as the last, but his hands had begun to roam around your body. Down to your throat, over your shoulders, brushing against the sides of your breast, and the sides of your waist, until they came to the bottom of your shirt.

He pressed his thigh more firmly against the part of you that ached for this man. When you groaned into his mouth, he broke away, his mouth trailing kisses across your cheek, then down to your neck.

Spencer gripped the bottom of your shirt, his thumbs ghosting against your skin before he started pushing it up your body.

Through the fog of lust in your brain, you realized what he was doing, causing you to tense slightly. He must have felt the shift in your body because he pulled his head up from its place against your skin, his eyes searching your face.

“We don’t have to do this, Samantha,” he whispered.

“No!” Your voice came out in a rush. “No, Spence I want to. I really want to.” He smirked at your words, one of his hands coming up to brush over the green streaks in your hair, his eyes still filled with fire, but somehow so incredibly soft.

“Spence, it’s just…I don’t know…I’m not…and you’re so…you’re so hot!”

He huffed out a laugh at your words, bringing the hand that had been touching your hair over to cradle the left side of your face. “You have to know that I think you’re the most beautiful thing in the world.”

But how could you have known that?

“Samantha, you have no idea how I feel every fucking time I look at you.” He brought his mouth down again, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then to both of your cheeks. “You have no idea what I want to do to you.”

You felt your breath catch. “Do it then.”

Spencer looked unsure for just a moment before he looked into your eyes again. "They really do look like sunflowers," he muttered to himself. "If you want me to stop, just tell me to stop."

You couldn’t help but smile at his words. “I don’t think that’s likely.”

He just smirked down at you before his entire demeanor changed. “We’ll see. Take off your shirt, Samantha.”

You were shocked at the sudden amount of authority in his tone.

“I won’t ask again, Pretty Girl.”

You were still slightly nervous, but the pull inside of you to obey his words was so much stronger than any sort of insecurity you felt. It was if your hands moved automatically, gripping the bottom of your shirt before tugging it over your head.

Spencer’s eyes ran over your newly exposed skin, lingering over your breasts. He reached his hand out towards you, his fingers brushing from your collarbones down to the tops of your breasts. Once they reached the edge of your bra, he paused, looking at you again.

“Your skin is soft, it’s like you were made to be touched,” he mused, unwinding the scarf from his neck. “Take this off. I’ve waited long enough to see your tits.”

Shocked at his words, you once again complied immediately. When your upper body was completely bared to him, he released another groan. “You’re so fucking pretty.”

You felt yourself almost blush at his words.

“Hold your hands out.” Both of your arms extended in front of you. Your eyes went impossibly wide when he brought both off your wrists together before winding your scarf around them, binding you.

“I’d prefer to tie you to the bed, but this will have to do for now.” The scarf was secured now, but you knew you could break out of it if you needed to. “I want you to lay on the bed, raise your arms over your head.”

Once you had reached the position he had instructed, you turned to watch him. He had taken his tie off before he came to your room, leaving him in just a button-down shirt and his slacks. The placement of your arms brought your breasts higher; a sight Spencer must have enjoyed based on how long his gaze stayed there.

Before you were ready, he started removing his shirt. He looked so slim in his clothes; you hadn’t expected his body to look so well defined. Spencer Reid without a shirt was quite a sight to behold.

He joined you on the bed, his face hovering over your own. “I left my pants on because if I don’t have anything to stop me, I’m not going to be able to hold back. I’ll fuck you until you scream.”

You whimpered at his words. “Don’t worry my pretty girl, we’ll get there. But I want to savor you first. Keep your hands where they are, if you move them, I will punish you. Do you understand?”

You were struggling to think, his hands were moving over your skin again, those long fingers finally touching your breast, moving closer to your nipple.

“I asked you a question, Samantha.”

“Yes,” you responded, licking your lips.

Suddenly his fingers reached your nipple, he ghosted his thumb against the bud before he gave it a sharp pinch. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, Doctor.”

He groaned at the sound of his honorific leaving your lips before he gave you a smile that was almost predatory. Spencer shoved your thighs apart, bringing his body to settle against you. You could feel how hard he was against you, even though all of your clothes.

He only gave you a brief, soft kiss before he started moving down your body. He wasted no time now. His lips closed over the tip of one breast while his hand cupped the other.

“Oh my god,” you moaned out, already trying to rock your body against his. That feeling got more frantic when you felt his teeth graze against you before he started to suck you into his mouth hard. His hand left your breast, moving down your stomach until he found the fastenings of your pants.

With a pop, the button sprang free; the sound of the zipper lowering was so loud in the otherwise silent room. The shifting of your hips got more and more desperate when you felt his fingertips run across the elastic band of your panties.

With one final nip of his teeth, he lifted his head, staring down at you. “Such a needy girl.” He pushed his body off of yours, coming to rest on his knees between your thighs.

His hand both moved to your sides, just above your pants. He raked his fingers down the skin until he caught the waistbands of your pants and panties. Spencer revealed you to his gaze slowly; so slowly you were afraid you would spontaneously combust.

Once he had you completely naked on the bed, he ran his hands over your legs, admiring you.

“I was right to leave my pants on,” he chuckled. “It’s taking everything I have not to wrap your thighs around me and finally fuck you.”

“Please,” you whimpered out when his hand ghosted over the skin of on the inside of your knee.

“Soon, pretty girl. But first, I’d rather find out how those thighs feel wrapped around my head.”

You forgot how to breathe at his words. He leaned down, shifting farthing down the bed. Spencer's mouth moved over the skin of your inner thighs with a trail of wet, open mouth kisses.

When he finally reached his destination, he turned his head to the side pressing one finally kiss against your thigh before his teeth caught the skin. The sensation caused you to buck your hips.

“Hold still, Samantha,” he breathed against you. “I want you to hold still while I make you cum with my mouth. Can you do that?”

You weren’t sure if you could, but you bit your lip and nodded anyway.

“That’s my good girl.” That was the last thing he said before he pressed a kiss to your pussy.

His tongue ran against the entirety of your slit once before he parted you with his thumbs. “Jesus,” he muttered. “You’re so wet, pretty girl. You’re absolutely soaked for me.”

Even if you had wanted to respond to his words, you couldn’t have, because right after he finished speaking his tongue tapped against your clit. Using all the willpower you had, you tried to keep your hips still while his tongue made slow circles around your clit before moving down to your entrance.

He ran his tongue around it before he speared it inside of you, his thumb coming up to rub your clit while he fucked you with his tongue.

“You taste so good,” he moaned against you. The sensation making your legs shake.

“Please, please Doctor.” Your voice was a whine. Seeing Spencer Reid’s head between your thighs was the sexiest thing on the planet.

You could feel his mouth turn up in a smirk. His thumb kept its tortuously slow pace. “Please what, Samantha?”

“Please make me cum, please.”

You felt his other hand move over to your opening, two fingers entering you without warning, causing you to arch your back.

He withdrew them immediately at your movement, raising his upper body to look at you. You were not expecting it when his hand came down against your pussy in a sharp slap.

“Fuck!”

“I told you to hold still, Samantha.”

Your thighs were shaking in your efforts. “I’m sorry, Doctor. I’m trying.”

He smiled, running his tongue over his lips. “I know, Pretty Girl.”

His fingers pushed back inside of you, curling up. He shifted his hand slightly until he brushed again the spot inside of you that caused you to moan out a broken plea.

Your eyes had closed in both pleasure and as a show of self-control. If you saw what Spencer was doing to your body right now there was no way you’d be able to stop yourself from moving.

When you felt his mouth close around your clit, you were unable to keep your eyes shut. You had to look at him. His eyes were closed in bliss, his arm moving at a faster past.

His eyes snapped open and his mouth lifted when you moaned out his name. “Are you gonna cum, Pretty Girl?” he teased. “I can feel your tight little pussy squeezing my fingers. Fuck. I’m so fucking hard just thinking about what it will feel like when you cum all over my cock.”

“Spencer, please. I’m so close Please.”

He moved his mouth back down to the seam of your body. “You’ve been such a good girl, Samantha. You can move now, but your arms stay where they are. I want you to fuck this pretty pussy on my face. Can you do that?”

You nodded, your hips already moving to grind against him, seeking out your own pleasure. When his lips took your clit into his mouth, sucking softly, while his fingers curled into you, you were unable to control the loud moan that came out of your mouth as your orgasm washed over you.

Spencer’s fingers still moved inside of you, bringing you through your orgasm. He pressed a kiss to your inner thigh as he removed his fingers when you finally started to come down from your orgasm, he then put his fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand before he spoke. “I’ve thought about how you’d look after you came for me so many times,” he said quietly, moving up your body. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “This is better than I imagined.”

You tried to deepen the kiss, but you knew you couldn’t move your arms yet.

“You’re not done, are you baby?” He laughed when you frantically shook your head “no.” You didn’t think you’d ever be done with this man.

His hand shot up to wrap around your throat; he applied pressure to the sides to restrict the blood flow. "When I ask you a question, I expect an answer, Samantha."

You couldn’t help but moan at the feeling of his hand against you.

“Still such a needy girl,” he teased. “Now, you’re not done, are you?”

“No Doctor,” you rasped out.

Spencer smiled before he brought his mouth to yours again. He didn’t remove his hand from your throat while his tongue slicked into your mouth. It twirled against your own until he sucked the tip of your tongue into his mouth.

He pulled away with a groan. “I can’t fucking stand this anymore.” His hands moved to his pants, undoing them in a flash. You caught sight of him inside of his underwear. He palmed himself, his eyes on your face before he finally peeled those down too.

Spencer was well above average in everything else, it wasn’t surprising that he was here too. His hand wrapped around his cock, giving a few pumps while his eyes ran over your body.

“Turn over.”

You moved onto your stomach; Spencer pulling you up on to your knees. You felt both of his hands run over your ass until his right one lifted.

He gripped his cock in his hand, bringing it to your dripping center. Even that powerful orgasm hadn’t satisfied your desire for this man.

You felt the head of his cock slip into you, causing you both to groan. “Fucking Christ,” he moaned. “You’re so fucking tight.”

He started to slowly fuck himself into you, going deeper with every thrust. Your upper body was propped up on your elbows, your head hanging between them. You had never felt so overwhelmed by a man like this before.

With one final thrust, his hips slapped against your ass as he filled you completely.

Your face dropped into the pillow when he started to move; you were unable to control how loud you were moaning.

Those long fingers tangled in your hair again, pulling your head up. “No,” he growled, his rhythm never faltering. “I’ve thought about fucking you for too long. I want to hear you, do you understand.”

Your teeth dug into your bottom lip while your hips pushed back against him. "Yes, Doctor."

“Good girl,” was all he said but he didn’t release your hair.

This was a torture of the sweetest kind. Your hands were bound, both of his hands were holding you in place while he fucked you in an almost primal way, but you need to touch your clit so badly you could cry. You were already so close again.

Spencer must have realized it then too. He pulled out of your body, causing a whine to slip from your throat, your hips pushing back to seek him out again.

“On your back, Pretty Girl.” He helped you roll, settling himself between your thighs again. His fingers ran over the bindings on your wrists before he brushed his mouth against yours.

He gripped his cock again, lining it up with your entrance before he slowly started to sink into you. He pulled your legs up higher around his waist, pulling him deeper. You both groaned at the sensation.

Spencer started rocking against you, his pelvis grinding against your clit. He kissed you again, both of his lips covering your top lip.

You let out another whimper when his pace quickened.

“I should be so mad at you, Samantha,” he rasped against your lips. “You’ve kept this perfect pussy away from me for too long.”

His words caused you to clench around him. He lifted his upper body again, only this time one hand when to your throat, the other moving between your bodies.

You felt his thumb circle your clit while his fingers choked you again. “Come on, Samantha. I want you to cum for me, pretty girl.” Your head was thrashing against his hold, your body moving against his desperately. “I can feel it; cum on my cock baby.”

You might have screamed when the orgasm broke inside of you but you lost all sense of time and space when you came for him. Spencer's pace never slowed, his hands lifting from you to grab onto the headboard. His thrusts were brutal and seemed to extend your own orgasm.

With one final thrust, he groaned out “Samantha”, a look that you would remember for the rest of his life on his face while he found his release inside of you.

He quickly reached up and undid the bindings around your wrist with one movement. You brought your arms down, wincing at the pins and needles feeling.

“Sore?” he asked, his thumbs rubbing over your wrists.

“It was worth it,” you teased.

He smirked up at you. “So, am I still adorable?”

“I don’t know,” you pretended to consider him. “There isn’t enough data to reach a conclusion. You’re a man of science, you should know that.”

“Only you would make a science joke at a time like this.”

“It’s why you like me.”

His gaze softened, his hand cradling your face again. “It’s one of the reasons.”

You hadn’t gotten a chance to really talk to Spencer since that night in Oklahoma. He had slept in your room, causing both of you to rush around frantically the following morning so you wouldn’t miss the plane.

Then you had a full day of paperwork before Penelope insisted that everyone needed to unwind and have fun. So, against everyone’s will, she had dragged us to a bar nearby.

Now it was the next day and you had a nervous sort of excitement fluttering in your stomach.

“It’s a bit warm for a scarf, Pretty Boy,” Morgan called out, startling you.

You had noticed your purple scarf was missing from your go bag but you just assumed you left it in the hotel room.

That was evidently not the case as Dr. Spencer Reid walked into the BAU bullpen with it wrapped around his neck.

“My neck gets cold,” he defended. “I’m not used to short hair yet.”

That seemed to satisfy everyone else, but you didn’t miss the smirk he sent your way, or how he placed the scarf on his desk where you could see it.

It wasn’t until after 10 am that you could finally get a chance to speak to him alone. He didn’t look at all surprised when you started walking towards his desk, he just turned his chair to face you, his long legs stretched out in front of him.

“Are you going to give me my scarf back?” you questioned, your tone both amused and expectant.

Spencer just smiled at you, his cockiness seeming to have vanished. He looked almost nervous when he asked, “Are you going to go on a date with me?”

Despite all you had done, you couldn’t control the rush of surprise at his request. “Yes,” you informed him with a huge smile on your face.

His smile was just as earnest. “Finally,” he muttered, turning his chair back towards his desk. “And since you said ‘yes’, I think I’ll hang on to the scarf for a bit longer.”

-- The end.

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