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The Romance of the Pear 

Sorry I’ve been mia for the last couple of months! I’ve just finished high school so that has been taking up most of my focus, but in the meantime I’ve been working on this! I don’t really know what it is tbh, but I’ve enjoyed writing it and I hope that you’ll enjoy reading it!

A story about Spencer being in love with the reader, and the reader being in love with Spencer 

tw: mentions of rape, murder, horrific actions towards women, swearing

Spencer Reid x fem!reader (13.2k) (the app might crash, so it can be an idea to read on a browser!)

The sky outside of the windows was painted a gloomy grey, raindrops falling and hitting the glass of the windows, making them the only noise in the otherwise quiet office.

Y/N was sitting at her desk, her hand fiddling idly with one of her pens as she read over one of the cases she was designated to counsel on. The knitted cardigan around her shoulder helped her to not feel the impending chill from the poor weather, and her feet had abandoned the heels and had found purchase under her body on her chair.

“Good morning sunshine,” a voice pulled her eyes away from the details of horrific killings of prostitutes in the case files.

“Morning Emily,” she smiled back, feeling her mood brighten just the slightest.

“Why are you in so early on a Monday?” Emily asked as she dropped her things down by her already cluttered desk, before she made her way over to take a seat on the edge of Y/N’s desk.

“Oh, I had to talk with Knightly down at sex crimes about this case,” she pointed down at the open case file, not protesting when Emily moved to lift it up to have a look. “And he’s going to Texas at nine, so I had to come in earlier.”

“He carves hearts into their chests?” Emily asked with disgust in her voice after she placed the file back down on the desk.

“Yeah,” Y/N dragged out the word, as she leaned forward to rest her face in her hands. “But not before he rapes and sexually mutilates them. Charming fella.”

“Sounds like a real prince charming,” Emily laughed before she moved to the kitchenette.

“Good morning Prentiss, Y/L/N,” a third voice entered the conversation as Hotch made his way through the glass double doors, rain droplets decking his coat, in a way that reminded Y/N of the way flower petals looked after a storm.

“Morning sir,” Y/N smiled at him and watched him close himself into his office for the day. 

“Why hearts though,” Emily said as she came back to reclaim her spot on the edge of the desk.

“I really don’t know,” Y/N grumbled while she leaned back in her chair, “there’s the obvious correlation with love, but the way he treats them screams anything but love and affection. So, my guess is that it has something to do with the view of prostitutes and sex. You know, maybe he believes that sex is a sin, and the only right way to have sex is in marriage, and these prostitutes just throw out their love every time they’re with a new john. But I’m honestly as lost as you are.”

“That’s a good theory,” Emily bounced back, “many people do call it ‘making love’, so if the unsub thinks that the prostitutes are just selling their bodies without a care about love, he might do it to symbolize the love that they could never have.”

“Right,” Y/N was quick to scribble it down on the page as a possible motive for the signature, “thanks Em.”

“Did you know that the shape of the symbolic heart as we know it today originated in the bottom corner of a manuscript called ‘The Romance of Alexander’ dated around 1340?” a voice spoke behind them, as it moved across the room.

“Good morning Spencer,” both Y/N and Emily said, Y/N’s eyes still locked on the file she was scribbling in. “And no, I didn’t know that” Y/N said when she was done writing, letting her eyes meet his across the divider between their desks, as Emily scurried back to her own desk to avoid being a part of the incoming info dump.

“Yeah, and the first illustration of the amorous heart was in 1250 in a picture called ‘The Romance of the Pear’, where a pear, eggplant or pinecone, there is some debate, is an allegory for the heart,” he continued as he dropped his satchel by his desk and sat in his chair before turning on his monitor.

“A pear?” Y/N asked softly, letting her fingers start to mess with the pen again.

“Hm,” Spencer continued, his honey eyes meeting hers. “In western culture the pear is also a symbol of female erotic.”

“Ooh,” Derek’s voice interrupted the quiet moment, breaking the sweet gaze between the two profilers. “Female erotic, my field of expertise.” 

“Jesus,” Y/N laughed and turned away from Spencer to face Derek as he draped his jacket over the back of his swirly chair. “Have you just dropped chivalry all together now, or what?” 

“What?” Derek asked, as Emily joined in Y/N’s laughter, “I’m just being honest. What are you and pretty boy doing speaking about female erotic at 8:30 on a Monday morning anyway?”

“I was just telling Y/N the symbolism of pears,” Spencer said, not removing his eyes from the monitor, where he was checking his emails against his will.

A smile tugged on Y/N’s lips when she remembered him coming back from being called to Hotch’s office and telling her that he was being forced to get an email account by the bureau. Both Y/N and Penelope had helped him set it up, and he had countless times sheepishly asked Y/N to help him write out a reply.

“Ah yes,” Derek teased as he took a seat in his chair, “symbolism of pears. Just a regular conversation topic on this gloomy Monday morning.”

“I don’t even want to know how on earth you got around to that topic,” Rossi added when he came walking past the clutter of desks.

“It was just-“ Y/N started to explain the obscure conversation topic as Rossi moved up the short flight of stairs.

“No! Don’t wanna hear it,” Rossi called back as he closed his office door.

The four agents shared a look of amusement as they all started on their designated work for the day, the raindrops still trailing down the planes of glass of the windows.

After an hour of silence, only occasionally being interrupted by an agent coming or going or a phone call, Y/N felt herself becoming more and more disheartened by the case on her desk. After having worked at the BAU for approximately a year now, she would have thought that she would have gotten used to the evil the team faced on a daily basis. But something about this guy, ruthlessly raping and killing innocent women, hit her a bit different than she had anticipated.

Letting her feet down from her chair she put them back in her shoes before walking over to the kitchenette to make herself a cup of tea as a comforting hug.

As she stood idly twirling the spoon around in the hot water while waiting for the sugar to dissolve, she heard the signature sound of heels thumping against the floor.

“Good morning my dear angel,” Penelope greeted cheerfully as she came in with her pink octopus mug. Penelope had seemingly decided to take it upon herself to be the sun on the gloomy day; her bright yellow dress making Y/N smile and momentarily forget the case that was patiently waiting for her back at her desk.

“Good morning Pen,” Y/N said and leaned against one of the cupboards as she watched Penelope make her daily green tea. “How was your weekend?”

“Oh, it was lovely,” she exclaimed as she poured hot water into the mug, “I babysat Henry which is always a blast, and then I went shopping and I found the cutest earrings in this small shop. I have to take you at some point!” Penelope said, letting her words come out a mile a minute, only making Y/N’s heart grow lighter. 

“I would love that Pen,” Y/N said as they started to make their way back to Y/N’s desk.

“Morning baby girl,” Derek said as he swirled his chair to look at the two girls coming back.

“Morning chocolate thunder,” Penelope said as she perched herself on the edge of his desk. “What did my wonderful Captain America replica do this weekend?” 

As the two of them lost themselves in their daily flirtations Y/N made her way back to her desk, only to find the dreaded file missing from its place. She looked around confused, before seeing the familiar pictures over on Spencer’s desk, where he was writing at lightning speed.

“Spence?” Y/N asked softly, but before she could continue, he closed the file and handed it back over to her. He simply gave her a quick, tight-lipped smile before he turned back to his own mountain of paperwork.

Slowly, not taking her eyes from the genius across from her, she opened the file, and saw how he had completed the file for her. His chicken scratches took over where her handwriting had stopped. The time pressure he had been under was clear in the simple short sentences he had scrawled down at the bottom.

Before she could exclaim her gratitude, a bimble came from Penelope’s cell phone and she let out a sad sigh before getting up from her seat on Derek’s desk.

“Duty calls avengers,” she said as she moved to Hotch’s office, while the others started to go to the briefing room. 

Before Y/N could get up, Spencer had already bounced up the flight of stairs and was quickly making his way to the briefing room.

-

“We have an icky case on our hands this time, my dear crime fighters,” Penelope said as she stood by the screen, remote ready in her hand. “Last night, a civilian found a leg wrapped in garbage bags when she took out the trash in central Indianapolis. The leg belonged to Louise Obsen, a 28 year old accountant. The remaining parts of her body were found wrapped in a similar way, dumped in various dumpsters around the block.”

The silence stretched across the briefing room as everyone took in the gruesome details of the murder.

“The dismemberment could be a forensic countermeasure,” Spencer said as he glanced over the file, “it’s easier to hide parts of the body than a whole body.”

“Do we know how the unsub dismembered the bodies?” Emily asked as she flipped through the pictures.

“Yes,” Penelope said as she swallowed harshly as she pressed a button on the remote. “The coroner says the limbs were removed with a standard saw, nothing special. But all of this happened postmortem, the COD was a gunshot to the back of the head.”

“Execution style,” JJ mumbled, “is this the only victim?”

“No,” Hotch said, eyes focused on the case file, “two weeks ago the Indianapolis PD found a young woman, Emma Day, dismembered and discarded in the same way. She was 29”

Penelope clicked on her remote, but she kept her eyes looking straight ahead. Y/N noticed the clear look of discomfort in her eyes, and silently reached down under the conference table and gave her hand a gentle squeeze of comfort.

“They certainly look alike,” Derek chimed in as he looked at the two women on the screen. “Pretty girls with black hair in their late twenties; they’re probably surrogates for the unsubs' real target.”

“What did Emma do for a living Pen?” Y/N asked, her hand still wrapped around Penelope’s.

“She worked as a caretaker at a residential facility, by all accounts she was very well liked there. Both of them were, in fact.” 

“Both low-risk victims,” Rossi pondered as he closed his file, “that means that he probably doesn’t appear as a threat.”

“Which makes him all the more dangerous,” Hotch said as he collected his files, “wheels up in 30.” 

- 

The plane ride was mostly silent after the team had gone over the case once more.

Y/N was sitting by the window, book laying open in her lap, but her mind was flying with the fluffy clouds outside of the window.

One of her hands was fiddling with the pendant of her necklace as she observed the way the ground was moving underneath the jet.

“Metamorphoses,” a gentle voice pulled her out from her reveries, and her eyes drifted away from the window to see Spencer take the seat across from her, holding a cup of strawberry tea out to her.

“Excuse me?” she asked softly, still a tad too lost in her own head to be able to catch up with him.

“Your book,” he said, gesturing to the book in her lap. “You’re reading Metamorphoses.”

“Oh yeah,” she laughed, moving to shut the book and rest it on the table in between them. “I uh,” she started as she straightened up in her seat, “I took a class in classics at university, and I found my notes a few weeks back, and I remembered how much I loved Ovid’s writing and his stories, so I went and bought it this weekend.”

“Which one is your favourite?” Spencer asked softly, taking a sip from his own mug, undoubtedly filled to the brim with a concussion of coffee and sugar.

“Do you promise you’re not going to judge me?” Y/N asked, as she teasingly raised her eyebrows as she also took a sip of her mug.

“I promise,” Spencer laughed incredulously, “I would never judge anyone who voluntarily reads Ovid.”

“Okay fair enough,” she said and let both of her hands wrap around the mug to get some heat into her hands. “It’s probably ‘Apollo and Daphne’, very unoriginal, I know.”

“No, no uh-,” Spencer was quick to sit up straighter and lean on over the table while I cleared his throat, “that one’s really good. I love it too actually.”

“You do?” Y/N asked, unconsciously leaning in closer to Spencer.

“Yeah,” he said breathlessly, “I find that there’s something beautiful in loving someone who will never love you back.”

“Beautiful?”

“Yeah, you see, it’s kind of like the oldest story known to man. Unrequited love. And I don’t know, I guess I just know the feeling. To love something that’s so far out of my reach,” he explained softly, letting his eyes fall to the coffee in his mug.

“Spencer,” Y/N mumbled softly, letting her hand creep closer to where he was gripping his mug tightly. “Nothing will ever-“

But before she could finish her sentence Emily popped up and interrupted the two of them.

“We’re landing in ten, Y/N you’re with me, we’re going to go to the different dumpsites.”

“Yeah, okay,” Y/N said breathlessly, as she watched Spencer quickly regain his posture and leaned back in his seat as he fastened his seatbelt, pretending that he hadn’t just shared something that would now be permanently engraved into Y/N’s brain.

-

“What were you and Reid talking about on the jet?”

The question pulled Y/N out of her thoughts as she was reading over the case fil once more before they arrived at the first dumpsite.

“Huh?”

Emily turned her head to quickly glance at the younger agent next to her, her sunglasses covering her mischievous eyes.

“On the jet,” she further went on, “you both looked like you were seconds away from imploding from feelings.”

“Oh,” Y/N laughed awkwardly, straightening up her back, trying to square up a bit unconsciously. “We were just talking about this book I’m reading. He just gave an interesting input on one of my favourite stories.”

“Really,” Emily teased, carefully driving into the parking space next to the alley. 

“Yeah, just talking about books,” Y/N said as she jumped out of the SUV, shutting the heavy door behind her.

The gloomy weather had thankfully stayed behind in D.C., leaving the team to soak up the lovely spring sun that shined overhead in them in Indianapolis.

“What was that about unrequited love then?” Emily continued to press on as they walked over to the group of policemen standing by the dumpsters.

“It’s the theme of the story,” Y/N grumbled before swiftly putting on a smile as a young man headed towards them.

“You must be with the BAU,” the man started as he held out his hand for the two of them to shake. 

“Yes, agents Prentiss and Y/L/N,” Emily said as she shook his hand, “Are you the lead detective on the case?”

“Yes, detective Michaels,” he said as he lifted the yellow police tape for the three of them to step under.

“Nice to meet you,” Y/N said softly smiling at him, while Emily softly laughed and shook her head to herself at the young agent when she saw Michaels already developing what the team had dubbed ‘Y/N eyes’.

One of the things that the team noticed when Y/N Y/L/N had joined the team was her extreme kindness. It challenged even Penelope’s something that they hadn’t thought was possible. When they all first had been introduced to each other Y/N had made sure to look at each individual team member like they were the sun, her attention focused solely on the profiler in question. On every case the team had worked Emily hadn’t once experienced Y/N kindly greet the detectives working on the case, and often gave them her sweet smile that made everyone melt in their spot – often resulting in them giving her ‘Y/N eyes’ the rest of the case.

Her kindness had especially seemed to do a trick on the resident genius of the BAU; a fact abundantly clear for all of the team members except for the two of them. While the remainder of the team never was rude or unkind to him, they never seemed to engage with him the same way she did. There was a willingness to hear him ramble on about the most obscure things, a gleam in both of their eyes when they would talk about their favourite books in hushed voices on the jet when they thought everyone else was asleep.

“How long had the leg been out here before it was found?” Emily asked, breaking the detective out of his gaze locked on Y/N.

“Uh,” he said as he started to fumble with the notepad as Emily and Y/N shared a quick smile as they survived the dumpsters littering the area. “The coroner says about 24 hours.”

“So he dumped it in the evening the previous day,” Y/N said as she glanced around the alley. “How many buildings have access to the alley?”

“Three, these two facing this street,” the detective said as he pointed to the street Emily and Y/N had come from, “and then the other one facing that one,” he said as he pointed down the alley to the street at the other end.

“There’s a good chance that he owns a van,” Y/N said as she moved her sunglasses to the top of her head as they got deeper into the alley where her vision wasn’t obscured by the sunlight. “He could back in, get out, take the limbs out from the back and discard them quickly before being on the move again. It would just look like a guy throwing out trash for anyone passing by at that hour.”

“You’re right,” Emily said as she walked back over to Michaels and Y/N. “He discards them like trash, no signs of remorse of any kind.”

“What does that mean?” Michaels asked as they walked out of the alley and on their way to the next dumpsite.

“That he hates women,” Emily and Y/N said in unison, as they continued their tread down the silent street.

-

“It would be a good idea to have your officers make a door to door on the surrounding buildings of the two dumpsites,” Y/N said as she and detective Michaels walked into the precinct. 

“Why?” He asked while holding the door open for her.

She shot him a small grateful smile as they made their way to the conference room the team had made their office for the coming time. “There’s a chance that some of the residents saw or heard something without knowing its importance, so just have them ask if they remember seeing or hearing anything on the evening of the 15th.”

“Will do agent,” he smiled back at her, and held the door to the conference room open for her as well. 

As they walked into the room, they saw the entire team sitting around it, all with their heads deep buried in their case files, or in Spencer’s case, a map, and a plethora of coffee cups covering the table. 

“What did you get from the dump sites?” JJ asked when she lifted her head to take a generous sip of her coffee. 

At the sound of JJ speaking the entire team turned their heads to see who had joined them in their small room.

Y/N smiled and moved to take a seat in the chair between Rossi and Spencer. “We think he might own a van; the alleys are big enough for a van to back in there and block the view from the street. Emily stayed back to interview a woman that said she remembered a loud noise that evening.”

“That’s good,” Hotch said without lifting his eyes from the case file. “He might work as a carpenter, if he has a van and that his preferred method of dismemberment is with a saw.”

“But wouldn’t that still be a huge number?” Morgan asked as he sat back in his chair while twirling a pen between his fingers. “In a city like Indianapolis the number of carpenters must be quite significant.”

“You’re right,” Rossi mumbled before pulling his phone out, before pressing the familiar buttons.

“The oracle of Quantico at your service sir,” the chipper voice of Penelope blasted through the speakers of the phone, making everyone around the table break out a small smile.

“Garcia, how many carpenters are there in the hunting zone of the unsub?” Rossi asked.

“Uh, quite a bit sir,” Penelope said as she typed her fingers off on her end. “Do you have any other parameters so I can narrow this down?”

“Based on victimology he would be in his late twenties to early thirties, white and would own a dark van.”

“I will do my best sir,” she said as adieu, before she hung up.

The team went back to looking over the case files after Hotch directed Michaels to start door-to-door, silence taking over the room as they all looked over the clues hidden in the papers.

“Guys,” Emily said when she hurried into the room half an hour later, “I talked to a woman who said that she heard a noise the night the unsub dumped Louise’s leg, and she said she saw a dark van just like Y/N theorized, and she said there was a logo on it. So, I called Garcia and she tracked down the carpenter firm to be ‘Better Builders’.”

“Okay,” Hotch said, going up the board before looking over the collected evidence. “Reid, Y/L/N could you go talk to the owner of the firm? Go see if there are any employees that match the profile.”

“Yes sir,” they both said in unison as they started getting up from their chairs. 

Spencer held the door open for Y/N when they walked out of the room, shy smiles exchanged between them as they moved through the precinct. The sun was still shining bright when the two of them exited the station, silence stretching thin between them, leaving them trapped in the space of their own minds.

“Have you gotten something from the geographic profile?” Y/N asked to break the silence between them as Spencer turned on the car and started to drive away from the station.

“Huh?” Spencer asked, seemingly too lost in his own head to having registered that he had been asked a question.

“The geographical profile?” she asked softly, letting her eyes trail over his profile.

“Right,” he exclaimed softly, “and no, not really. Just uh, that he probably lives or works in the area between the two dumpsites, but unfortunately-”

“We won’t be able to be more specific until we have another victim,” Y/N finished for him, letting out a sigh before turning her gaze out of the windshield. 

“Yeah,” Spencer said softly, letting them drive in silence for a while.

Y/N sat with her head leaning against the headrest as she saw the city of Indianapolis pass them by, visions of mutilated women flying through her mind. She thought that after a year of working at the BAU she would have developed a thicker skin, just like the rest of the team. But she was still feeling nauseous every time she saw women being brutally mutilated and felt her heart break and tears press on when a child fell victim to the horrible desires of adults.

“Are you okay?” Spencer asked softly when he noticed how silent she had become on the drive. 

“Yeah,” she mumbled back softly, mind still sifting through the awful images haunting her mind. “Just thinking about what kind of monster could do this to innocent women.”

“That’s the question that keeps us in business,” Spencer joked light-heartedly, trying to get rid of the tension inside of the SUV.

“You’re right,” she joked along, “as always.” She felt the corners of her lips twist upwards when he barked out a laugh. “And I guess,” she continued softly, “I’m just wondering when I will stop being so soft.”

“What do you mean?” he asked genuinely when they stopped at a red light, cars piling behind them.

“It’s just,” she tried to gather her thoughts to the best of her abilities, feeling the pressure of his gaze on the side of her face. “I’ve been with this team for almost a year, and I still feel sick on cases like this. I still sometimes cry in the bathroom,” she laughed, hoping to reduce the melancholy air in the car. “I wonder if I’ll ever develop thicker skin like the rest of you guys.”

Her words hung in the air for a moment too long for her liking, before Spencer cleared his throat.

“Y/N,” he started softly, gently starting to step on the gas again, “you don’t have to develop thicker skin. You don’t have to do anything. Your gentleness and kindness are great virtues, that makes you who you are. Your empathy and love for everyone around you makes you the wonderful person that you are, and I think that they make you such a good profiler,” he explained, never letting his eyes stray away from the road. “I think sometimes the rest of us become immune to the monstrosities that we see, but you, and Penelope,” he interjected quickly, making a burst out a small laugh while her eyes glazed over with tears, “reminds us what it’s like to be human. To just want to make the world beautiful for everyone else.”

She kept her eyes fixed on him as he spoke. His gentle eyes still fixated on the road before them, his hair curling delicately around his ears. His lips had formed a kind smile as he spoke, and his hands were gripping tightly on the steering wheel as he navigated through the foreign city.

“That’s very nice of you Spence,” she whispered softly, “thank you.”

“There’s no shame in being soft,” he continued while he drove around to find a parking spot. “It’s a gentle reminder that you’re human, that we’re all human. And I’m very happy that you are the way you are, and I wouldn’t want you to change yourself for anything.”

He parked the car and the two agents just sat in the car for a moment longer. Each one basking in the softness of the love filled moment, each pair cheeks flushed red and fingers tingling with amorous sparks.

“Can I hug you?” Y/N asked gently, breaking the delicate silence.

“Uh,” Spencer cleared his throat before nodding his head, “yeah, yeah you can.”

She slowly undid her seatbelt before cautiously moving over the centre console and let her arms wrap around his shoulders.

She felt his arms slowly but surely slither their way around her waist, before he let his head fall and rest in the crook of her neck. His hazel curls were tickling her soft cheek, emitting a small giggle from her from the joyous sensation. He started to giggle softly along with her, their laughs dancing together in the vast space of the SUV.

“Thank you for finishing my consultation,” she whispered into the fabric of his cardigan, letting the scratchiness bring her comfort. She felt him scrunch up the fabric of her cardigan, before he nodded against her shoulder.

“Of course,” he mumbled before starting to release her from his grip, “any time.”

“We should go out there,” she said when they had pulled away, dopey smiles painting both of their faces. “And find that monster.”

“Yeah,” he said and opened his side door, “let’s get him.”

-

“It turned out that there weren’t any carpenters working for ‘Better Builders’ that matched the preliminary profile, yet the owner of the firm could confirm that one of their vans had been stolen about two weeks prior to the first murder,” Spencer said as he and Y/N walked into the room where Hotch and Morgan was sitting. 

“Did they report it?” asked Morgan with his hands resting on the back of his head as he leaned back in his chair. 

“Yeah,” Y/N said, as she took a seat on one of the swirly chairs, “I asked Michaels if he could pull up the report to see if there are any leads.”

“Good,” Hotch said before the sound of his ringtone cut the conversation short, “what do you have Garcia.” 

“Sir,” she started, the sound of her clicking on the keyboard clear through the mic, “I found something funky regarding the two victims. So at first I couldn’t find any connection between Louise and Emma, but then I did some sleuthing and I found out that in the days leading up to their deaths day had both gone on a date. Not so weird you probably say, I say it’s weird when the date is with the same person, and from the looks of it they both met him on a dating app.”

Silence took over the room as the four team members processed the information. 

“Can you find out who the prince charming is, baby girl?” Derek asked as he leaned on closer to the phone. 

“Oh, I’m already ten steps ahead of you sugar, and the prince charming is Sheldon Green, but here’s the kicker. It’s not Sheldon Green.” 

The room was once again silent, the puzzle pieces laying spread all around them, refusing to be put together. The silence was broken when an officer came in and handed Spencer the case file on the stolen van. 

“What do you mean Pen,” Y/N asked, confusion clear in her voice. 

“I’ll tell you what I mean sweetums,” Penelope continued, the tapping stopping on her end of the call, “I did my thing and pulled up the profile from Louise’s phone and quickly matched the person on the profile to Mr. Green, but the actual Mr. Green has a very legit alibi for both times because the first time he was at his boyfriend’s parent’s house for family dinner and the second time he was at a work conference two towns over.” 

“So someone has used Green’s identity to lure the victims onto a date?” Y/N asked, still confused.

“It would appear so. I have successfully hacked into the account, and I have tried to track down the phone the creep has used but have come up blank. He is using some weird firewall, incognito thing that I have trouble working my way around it but trust me I’m trying.”

“Okay,” Hotch mumbled, deep lost within his own head. “Can you see if he’s arranged any upcoming dates on the app?”

“I can’t see any based on the messages he has on this app, but sir he could be on a lot, there’s so many dating apps and websites out there, and I have no way of knowing if he uses Sheldon Green as an identity on those as well, or if he uses another one,” she said already back to tapping away. “And by the way, all the women he has matched with look very similar to both Louise and Emma, so he definitely has a type. They were just the unlucky ones,” she said with sadness seeping clearly through the speaker

“Keep taps on the Sheldon Green profile and let us know if he starts to talk to anyone on there.”

“Aye aye captain,” she said before hanging up, leaving the room in silence once more.

“Fucking creep,” Y/N mumbled before standing up and abruptly leaving the room, an uncomfortable chill running down her back. The precinct was buzzing with phone calls and voices trying to talk over each other. Y/N was quick to move in and out through the clutter of desks and officers milling around, before she finally got outside.

The sun had set, in its place the moon was shining bright over head of her, a few stars visible from the bright lights of the big city. There were cars zooming by; fathers desperate to make it home and kiss their babies goodnight, mothers tired from an evening of soccer matches, husbands buzzing with flowers in the front seat and wives crying searching for refuge at their friends’ houses.

All so blissfully unaware of the monsters hiding out in the night. A blessing she didn’t have anymore.

She let her back rest against the cinderblock wall behind her and let her eyes drift shut for just a moment, letting her pretend she wasn’t in the midst of hunting down a monster. Pretending that she was 19 again, somewhere, still like the rest. Still so wonderfully naïve.

“You okay?” a voice pulled her from her silent reveries, and she quickly opened her eyes to see JJ, Rossi and Emily before her, all three of them with concern in their eyes. 

“Oh yeah,” she brushed their concern off with a swift, dismissive wave of her hand. “Just tired.”

“Well,” Rossi started, moving forward to get a good grip on one of her shoulders, “it’s been a long day, hopefully we can all head back to the hotel soon.”

“That would be great,” Emily said as she and Rossi opened the door to the station, leaving Y/N and JJ out in the open air.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” JJ asked, leaning against the wall as well, hands folded together in front of her. 

Y/N let out a deep sigh before letting her eyes fall shut again. “Penelope discovered that he uses a guy’s identity to get them to go on dates with him via dating apps,” she started to explain. “And she has no way of knowing if he uses the same identity on other dating sites, so we basically don’t have any way of getting to him.”

“But we will,” JJ encouraged softly, her hand rubbing up and down Y/N’s shoulder softly, “just like we always do.”

“You’re right,” Y/N smiled gratefully, before quickly taking her phone out of her pocket and checking the time. “If you hurry, I bet you have enough time to call Henry and Will and read a bedtime story.”

They profilers shared a small laugh before JJ took her leave and moved inside, already pulling Will’s number up on her phone.

She let herself close her eyes for the third time, feeling how exhaustion was slowly making its home in all of her limbs.

“I brought you some tea,” a voice said gently, as if careful to not startle her too much. 

She peeked one of her eyes open to see Spencer standing bashfully by her side, a paper cup filled with tea in one hand, and his worn, wool blazer in the other.

“They don’t have strawberry tea, so it’s just earl grey,” he said carefully as he carefully handed it over to her, making sure she didn’t spill any in the transfer.

“Thank you, Spence,” Y/N smiled sweetly, before giving the beverage a gentle blow before taking a sip. 

“And uh,” he continued, looking down at his converse that seemed to try to bury themselves in the cement beneath them, “Emily said it was pretty chilly so I thought you might like a coat, and I know that you’ve said that yours isn’t very practical for chilly nights so I thought you might like mine, but it’s totally fine if you don’t, I just didn’t want you to be cold-“ he said, his mouth running 100 miles a minute, flustered cheeks blazing under the pale moonlight. 

“Spencer,” she said, laying a careful hand on his forearm, “that’s very sweet of you. I would love to borrow your jacket if that’s okay with you.” 

“Of course,” he was quick to exchange the jacket in his hand for the cup in hers so that she could put on the coat. He handed her back the cup silently, letting himself loose himself in the vision of her standing under a combination of streetlight and the gentle glow of the moon, all the while wearing his coat.

“Did you get anything from the police report?” she asked gently before moving to sit on the curb, he knees up to her chest and the cup resting on one of her kneecaps.

Spencer followed, looking apprehensively at the curb before joining her by her side, with his knees in the same position but his arms wrapped around his legs and his hands clapped together in front of his shins.

“There was a witness that had said that they saw a man lurking around the street for about an hour or so in the time frame of when the van was stolen,” he explained looking at her as she took sips of the tea while looking at the passing cars. “They gave a description, so we have turned that over to Garcia.”

“That’s good,” Y/N mumbled before taking another swig of her tea.

“Are you okay?” he asked gently, scooting an inch closer to her on the dirty curb.

“Yeah,” she sighed, her eyes meeting his gentle ones, “this case is just hitting a bit close to home, I guess. No idea why though.”

“We all get those,” he said, letting his eyes rise up to look at the mighty moon.

“Thank you for bringing me a cup of tea Spence,” she mumbled, scooting an inch closer to him on the dirty curb.

“It helps you calm down,” he mumbled, eyes now no longer on the moon but rather at the shrinking space between their bodies.

“It does?” she asked, breath caught in her throat.

“Yeah,” he said, eyes flickering up to her face, “every time you drink tea you become calmer, and generally when you hold a warm cup, no matter the beverage, you pulse slows down.” 

“I didn’t know that,” she said, letting her eyes flicker over his face. 

Spencer just shrugged with a small smile before letting his eyes fly down to briefly take a glimpse at her lips before they went back to her eyes.

“Is that why you always bring me tea?” she inquired, letting her own eyes fly down to his lips, where his tongue is gently poking out.

“Yeah,” he laughed gently, subconsciously leaning into the heat that was radiating off of her.

She leaned into him as well, their noses barely brushing, their soft breaths mixing together, “that’s incredibly thoughtful.”

He swallowed around the lump in his throat before he dared to speak, “it’s what you do for the people you care about.”

They both leaned in closer, their noses now brushing up against one another, lips only a breath away from touching, “it’s what you do for the people you lo-“

His words were caught short from the sound of the door to the station bursting open, resulting in them pulling away from the moment in time they had created together. The team came bustling out, all of them looking mere minutes away from collapsing on the pavement from exhaustion.

“Y/L/N, Reid we’re done for the night, we all need to get some rest,” Hotch said when he noticed the two young agents sitting together on the curb.

“Oh,” they both said, hurrying to stand up and brush away any dirt from their time on the ground.

“I need to go grab my satch-“ Spencer started to say, already moving towards the door, but Derek was quick to lift up the worn satchel that he was carrying in his hand.

“Nope,” he said, turning Reid around and directing him to one of the SUVs as Emily linked her arm through Y/N’s and led her to the other one holding a bit further down.

“Nice coat,” Emily mumbled into Y/N’s ear, laughing quietly when the young agent’s ears started to turn red.

“Shut up,” Y/N said, hiding her smile behind the paper cup of lukewarm tea, as she watched Spencer pile into the black after Derek, a small smile shared between them, only for them to know about. 

-

Her boots were clicking against the floor of the station as she made the first stop of the day at the coffee station. A few officers and detectives were there at the early morning hour, and the team was already setting up in the conference room, bracing themselves for the day to come.

She poured four packs of sugar into a cup, quickly dozing it in the hot coffee stirring it as she started to walk through the room to get to the team.

The weight of a blazer was heavy on her arm and the heat from the coffee cup warmed her entire body in the early morning hour as she discreetly opened the door and moved to take a seat next to Spencer as Hotch was talking.

“We need to go over victimology again,” Hotch started, and the team started to list all of the facts of the two victims.

“Here,” Y/N whispered softly, sliding the paper cup over to Spencer.

He averted his eyes away from where Emily was talking about the unsub having had a relationship with a woman that bore a resemblance to the victims.

“Excuse me?” he asked, his eyes drifting over her still sleepy features.

She nodded down to the paper cup between them, steam flying up and dancing between them. “Don’t worry,” she smiled at him, still keeping her voice low, “I made sure to put loads of sugar in.” 

He smiled softly down at the cup, before looking up at her again with his lips pressed tightly together in a smile. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” she smiled back, finally letting the conversation between the rest of the team get her attention.

Unlike Y/N, Spencer’s attention was now nowhere near the conversation about who knows what. All he could focus on was the warmth radiating from the cup between his slender fingers and from the person sitting next to him.

He could still perfectly see her face and her sleepy morning smile as he stared down in the coffee. He could feel a smile pull at the corners of his lips as he went over the sweet interaction multiple times in his head.

An elbow to the ribs from his other side was what brought him out of his daydreams, and he lifted his head to see the entire team staring him down.

“What?” he asked, taking a sip of the steaming brew.

“Have you come further with the geo profile?” Hotch asked from where he stood by the bulletin board.

“No,” Spencer said, sitting up straighter in his chair, “I’m waiting for Garcia to look into the night where the van was stolen.”

Hotch made a sound of approval before he started to give out orders for the team. Y/N and Emily were to go join the officers in the door to door rounds along with the local officers, Morgan and Reid would go and take a look at the crime scenes and visit the morgue to see if they had missed anything and JJ, Rossi and Hotch would stay put and look through the details again.

Spencer caught the eyes of Derek over the table as they all started to move around, a teasing glint in the older agent’s eyes and a mischievous smile on his lips. 

Spencer furrowed his brows in question, which only deepened when Derek nodded to the coffee in Spencer’s hand. Derek simply shook his head and laughed silently to himself as he shared a quick glance with Emily, who was sitting on the other side of Spencer. She also simply just laughed and waited for Y/N to finish the conversation she was in the midst of with JJ.

Derek was quick to walk around the table, grab Spencer around the shoulders and direct him out of the stuffy conference room and out of the station.

“Now,” Derek said as they had made it halfway through the precinct, “is there a reason why Y/N brought you, and only you, a cup of coffee?”

“Uh,” Spencer fumbled over his words as he stopped in the midst of a step at Derek’s words. “What do you mean?” 

Derek simply laughed as he took a stance in front of Spencer, efficiently blocking Spencer’s only escape route. “Now don’t get me wrong, Y/N is a very sweet girl, but in the year that she’s been on the team, she has never brought a coffee for just me, if you know what I’m saying.”

“I don’t.”

“Of course not,” Derek just laughed again, and nodded his head to a thing over Spencer’s shoulder. When Spencer turned his head to look, he was met with the sight of Y/N that was still talking to JJ. “Did anything happen between the two of you last night?” Derek tried to reiterate his question when Spencer turned his eyes back to his friends after a moment off blatantly staring at Y/N.

“No,” Spencer said, brows deeply furrowed.

“Are you sure?” Derek continued, “there was nothing going on between the two of you when we went home last night? When you were sitting on the curb?”

“Oh, that,” Spencer said, a red flush covering his cheeks and ears at the fact that the rest of the team had witnessed the intimate moment that he had thought had been strictly between the two of them. 

“Yeah,” Derek laughed and clapped his hand down on Spencer’s shoulder as he started to guide the younger agent out of the doors.

“She was just feeling a bit out of it, so I brought her some tea,” Spencer started, his mind running faster than his mouth could compete with, “she calms down significantly when she drinks tea, or just generally has a warm beverage in her hands. Actually a study has shown-“ Spencer started to ramble on as they got out of the precinct, the early morning sun shining down on them.

But before he could distract Derek any further, a voice called out behind them, cutting Spencer short.

“Spence!” she called as she hurried out of the double doors, with Emily tailing behind her with a smirk on her face.

“Yeah?” Spencer said and both he and Derek turned towards the other two agents. 

“I uhm,” she started, slightly fumbling over her words, anxiously glancing from Reid to Morgan, who was also standing with a big smirk on his face. “I forgot to give this back to you yesterday.”

She reached her arm out between them, offering him the battered blazer. Spencer looked down at it for a minute before slowly taking it into his hand that wasn’t holding the coffee, images of her wearing it the prior evening flying through his mind. 

“Right,” Spencer said, nodding his head.

“And I just wanted to,” she trailed off, quickly looking at Derek before looking back at Spencer.

Derek seemed to get the hint, because he silently made his adieu and joined Emily, who was standing and waiting by the parked SUVs.

“I wanted to thank you for yesterday,” she said, her voice light and feathery in the spring morning. “You were very sweet, and it made me feel a lot better.” 

“Oh, it was no problem,” Spencer said, the blush returning to his face.

“Still,” she continues, taking a miniscule step towards him, “it meant a lot to me.”

“You’re my friend,” Spencer said softly, letting his eyes glide over her face, letting himself bask in the way the sun made her eyes gleam. “I just want you to be happy.”

“I am,” she was quick to reply, sparing a quick look over to the two older agents that were watching them like hawks.

“I’m glad,” Spencer smiled down at her, tightening his grip on the blazer in his hands. 

The spring wind was ruffling his hair around, making locks fall into his eyes. Before he could let a hand run through his curls, an unfamiliar hand beat him to it. 

Her hand ran gently through his hair, making the curls fall back into the righteous place. She let the hand glide down to the side of his face, holding gently onto his soft cheek. Before he could fully grasp what was happening, she was throwing her arms around his shoulders, giving him a tight squeeze. She pressed a quick kiss to the cheek she had previously been caressing, before she pulled away from his body, his arms still hanging rigidly by his sides.

“Thank you,” she whispered again, before hurrying over to Emily.

Spencer watched her walk away, eyes following her retreating form as she dragged Emily into one of the SUVs, flipping Derek the bird when he called out a comment after her that Spencer didn’t hear because of the ringing in his ears.

“Pretty boy,” Derek called out, a know-it-all look painted all over his face, as he watched the young agent standing baffled in the middle of the sidewalk. “Are you sure nothing happened?”

Spencer could still feel the ghost of her arms around his neck, could still feel the pressure of her body against his and the softness of her lips against his cheek. His ears, that were a colour of red that challenged roses, were ringing, and his eyes were firmly locked in the place she had previously been.

“Reid!” Derek called out again, a loud laugh on the verge of spilling from his lips.

“Huh?” Spencer was finally pulled out from his reveries, making him acutely aware of the fact that Derek and Emily, and potentially many others, had witnessed the small moment between the two of them.

“Nothing happened between the two of you huh?”

“Shut up,” Spencer mumbled as he quickly walked over to the car, hopelessly hoping for a silent car ride, his mind already drifting back to just a moment before.

- 

The room was cold. 

She could feel her colleagues’ eyes on her from behind the one-way mirror behind her as she leaned back in her chair.

Her heels were clicking on the floor as she tapped her foot as she kept a firm gaze on the man in front of her.

Emily was sitting beside her, flipping through a folder as she was repeating the rights to the person in front of the two of them.

“Do you understand?” she finished, and her eyes joined Y/N’s and looked at the man on the other side of the table.

The silence stretched across the room, the only sound being Y/N’s heels and Emily’s ruffling through the file. 

“Do you understand your rights?” Y/N repeated, brows furrowing as she stared down the man. 

He continued to stay silent, his gaze locked on where his hands were cuffed to the table. His dirty-blonde hair was a mess and the glasses on his face were slightly broken from the run-in he had had with Morgan.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Emily sighed and let the folder drop down onto the table surface. 

“So, Elliott, do you know Louise Obsen?” Y/N asked, her hands folding together in her lap. 

He continued to stay silent, eyes never drifting away from their safe spot as the two agents continued to stare him down. 

His baby blue button-down was wrinkled and the more Y/N continued to observe him the more she thought about how un-special he was. Nothing about him was noteworthy and she wouldn’t give him a second glance if he were to pass her in the street.

A murderer hiding in plain sight.

“What about Emma Day?” Emily took over and leaned across the table to get closer to him. She slid two pictures across the table to him; the faces of the two young, beautiful women staring back at him from where he cowered within himself.

“Nothing?” Y/N asked and stood up to get rid of the restlessness that was starting to sink into her bones and started to walk around the room slowly. 

“Never heard of them before,” he finally grumbled but his eyes remained downcast. 

Emily and Y/N’s eyes met from across the room, both pairs of eyebrows lifting in disbelief.

“Oh really?” Emily prodded.

“Yeah,” he said slowly, and Y/N moved to stand behind him and glanced over his shoulder at the two pictures.

“That’s a shame huh,” Y/N said with her arms crossed across her chest, “they’re two very beautiful women.”

“Oh yeah,” Emily agreed as she leaned back in her chair.

“Actually,” Y/N said as if the thought had just hit her, “they kind of look like you Em.”

“Yeah,” Emily laughed a bit, “they kind of do.”

They waited for Elliott to react. From where Y/N was standing she could see the tenseness in his shoulders. His leg was bouncing up and down with a rapid pace and she was sure she could see a small bead of sweat trail down his temple.

Y/N glanced up at the one-way mirror that was behind Emily and could almost feel Spencer’s eyes catching her from the other side.

“But it doesn’t really surprise me,” Y/N continued and moved from her place behind him to lean up against the chair that she had previously been sitting on, “that you don’t know them I mean.”

“What do you mean?” he asked slowly, taking the bait just like she had hoped.

“Oh, you know,” she sighed, lifting her head up to glance at the ceiling quickly before letting them fall back to the man in front of her. “Why would two young, beautiful women know you? You’re just an engineer at a random tech company.”

“You’re right Y/N,” Emily continued and looked up at her colleague.

“Like, would you pay him any mind Emily? If he came up to you in a bar or something?”

“No,” Emily laughed loudly and glanced at the man that was slowly starting to simmer in his own anger. 

“Not even entertain him for the fun of it?” Y/N continued, knowingly rubbing salt in the newly created wound.

“I have standards Y/N,” she played along, her eyes also locked on the man.

“That’s a shame,” Y/N said as she moved to sit down again, “I think you’re his type.” 

From across the table the two agents could see the way he was gritting his teeth together and how his hands were wringing together in anger. 

“I bet you would love nothing more than to take agent Prentiss home,” she continued slowly leaning across the table to get into his personal space. “Lure her with the promise of a good time.”

“And, when I would turn him down,” Emily started to participate and mirrored Y/N’s pose, “he would spend the rest of the night watching from afar.”

Elliott finally lifted his gaze and was met with two agents fake smiling at him from the other side of the table.

“He would wait until you were alone,” Y/N continued, making sure to maintain the eye contact that she’d finally established.

“But he wouldn’t have the guts to confront me,” Emily drawled on, fiddling with the many papers in the file. 

“So he would attack you from behind,” Y/N took over, “like a coward”

“And he would put me in a car,” Emily said as she pulled out a photo of the ‘Better Builders’ van, “one that wouldn’t be able to be connected to him, because despite being a coward, he isn’t stupid.”

“Then he would take you somewhere isolated,” the other agent mumbled, letting her hands run through her hair. “Like a cabin or something.”

“Something like this?” Emily asked and pulled out another photo, this one of an isolated cabin they had been able to connect with Elliott.

“Yeah, exactly,” Y/N laughed and pushed the picture towards him. “Do you recognize this place, Elliott?”

“No,” he grumbled, eyes refusing to look at the pictures in front of him.

“Are you sure?” Emily asked, “because that cabin belonged to your father, and from what we have been able to find, said cabin now belongs to you.”

He just shook his head as Emily talked, eyes burning holes in the table beneath his hands.

“So he would take you somewhere isolated,” Y/N tried to get the conversation back on the prior path, “somewhere no one would hear you scream.”

“And then he would play around, terrorising me for God knows how long,” any kind of playfulness or teasing had left Emily’s voice and a sadness and anger had taken their place.

“And then, to finish it off,” Y/N said, her voice low and sad, “he would shoot you in the back of the head.”

“But he knows a body is too difficult to get rid of and even though the cabin is isolated the body would be found if he were to just dump it,” Emily continued, hard eyes looking at the suspect. 

“So he would have to cut you up,” Y/N mumbled, “and discard the limbs and only hope that they won’t be found.”

Silence stretched across the room again. The two agents staring down the man before them. The man, who was shaking and whose face had become beat red.

“See Elliott,” Emily said, starting to collect the pictures that were laid out on the table before them, “that’s what we think you did to Louise Obsen and Emma Day.”

“And when we get a search warrant for your cabin, which is in the process, we will find something in there that confirms that you did this.” Y/N said moving to lean back in her chair. “A hair, a piece of a nail or a little drop of blood that confirms that you killed two innocent women.”

“And when that happens,” Emily continued, “you will get locked away for a long time. And trust me,” she paused and leaned in closer to him, “you won’t survive long in a federal prison.”

“But,” Y/N drawled out, “if you cooperate we could do something for you.”

He continued to stay quiet, eyes still not looking at them.

“Well,” Emily sighed and moved to stand up, Y/N following suit, “suit yourself.” 

The two agents moved to walk out of the interrogation room, before a voice stopped them. 

“I’ll tell you,” he said slowly, causing them to turn around and look back at him staring at the two of them. “But only you,” he stared at Emily with intent.

Y/N glanced at her co-worker and was met with a confident nod as she moved to take a seat once again. 

Y/N looked back at the pair one final time before leaving the room to watch from behind the glass. 

Once she stepped out into the hallway she was met with Rossi and Spencer shifting their gazes from the interrogation room to her as she closed the door behind her. 

“Good work kiddo,” Rossi said, walking away from the glass and clapping her gently on the shoulder before moving past her, probably to find Hotch and inform him of Elliot being willing to cooperate.

“Thank you, sir,” Y/N mumbled as she watched him walk back into the hectic precinct.

“You did really well,” Spencer said as she moved to stand beside him and watch Elliott talk with Emily.

“Thanks Spence,” Y/N said, looking up at him as he looked down at her at the same time.

They stood there for a while, just listening to the confession that was pouring out of Elliott. From where she stood beside him Y/N could feel the heat radiating from Spencer. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his dark purple tie matched the light purple shirt perfectly.

Y/N shifted her eyes back to the interrogation but could still feel his eyes on the side of her face. As they stood side by side Y/N could feel a soft motion of a finger slowly moving across the back of her hand.

As she glanced down, she saw Spencer’s pinkie moving slowly across the plain of the back of her hand; she could feel the heat slowly spread across her face.

She slowly manoeuvred her hand around so she could rub her finger against his as well, before a loud voice forced their hands apart.

“Y/L/N,” Derek called from behind them, walking across the precinct and the two other agents turned around to see him approach them. “Rossi said that you got him to cooperate.”

“Yeah,” Y/N coughed as she cleared her throat and moved to fold her arms across her chest to try to delete the prior moment from Derek’s mind.

“How’d you do it?” he said as he moved closer to the pair and stood between Y/N and Spencer as he spied into the room with a knowing grin on his face. 

“We just tried to get under his skin,” Y/N explained as she looked back into the interrogation room again and saw Emily scribbling down notes as Elliott spoke. “Showed him how much of a coward he is.”

Derek laughed and laid an arm around her shoulders and gave her arm an affectionate clap.

“Well, at least this one went pretty smoothly.”

Both Spencer and Y/N hummed their agreement, two pairs of cheeks burning from an erased moment in time.

-

“Garcia said that you were hungry,” Spencer said, making Y/N’s attention divert from the case file in front of her to the genius standing with a paper towel in his hand, “so I thought you would like this.”

He gently placed the paper towel on her desk, making sure that it didn’t land on one of the many files that were scattered on the desk. The paper unfolded and inside was a pear, cut up in four pieces, just waiting to be eaten.

All the while she gathered the pieces of fruit and tugged the paper towel closer to her, Spencer was standing, more like hovering over her, a nervous smile tugging at his lips. His hands were tangled together in front of his body, eyes following her every move as she started to munch on the cut-up fruit. 

“Thank you, Spence,” she said, half a piece of pear already in her mouth, “this is just what I needed.”

“You’re very welcome,” he said with a big smile on his face, before he gathered a case file from his desk and bounced up the stairs to Hotch’s office.

“He’s never brought me a pear,” a voice pulled Y/N’s attention away from the now closed door, a smile ever so present on her lips as she slowly chewed on the piece of fruit.

“What?” Y/N asked, confused, turning to see Derek and Emily sitting with shit eating grins on their faces.

“Pretty boy,” Derek elaborated gesturing to Hotch’s office, “in the many years I’ve known him, he has never brought me a sliced-up pear.”

“Me neither,” Emily said as she twirled around in her chair.

“Well,” Y/N started to say, very much confused at where the direction of this conversation was going, “maybe he doesn’t know that you guys like pears.”

“I don’t think that’s why,” Derek laughed, throwing the pen he had been playing with in his hand down on his desk.

“What do you mean?” Y/N asked unconsciously, reaching for another piece hidden in the paper towel.

“What are we discussing?” Penelope broke into the conversation, a happy smile on her pink painted lips. 

“Nothing,” Y/N was quick to say as she turned her chair back to face her desk, in hopes of ending the conversation before it even began.

“Pretty Ricky had heard from you that dear Y/N was hungry, so he cut up a pear for her,” Derek said, and even with her back to them she could practically hear the smiles on all of their faces.

“I haven’t talked to Reid all day,” Penelope said, happiness practically radiating off of her by the news.

“You haven’t?” At this revelation Y/N was quick to turn her chair around, confusion clear on her face.

“No,” she dragged out the word, letting a giggle slip out at the end.

“Then why would he say that?” Y/N asked as she chewed on another piece, her brows furrowed in confusion.

“Because,” Emily dragged out as she got up and moved to sit on Y/N’s desk, “he needs a middleman.”

“A middleman?” Y/N asked, even more confused.

“Someone to make it seem like he wasn’t noticing that you were hungry based on your behaviour,” Derek explained, sliding his chair closer to Y/N’s desk.

“He’s a profiler,” Y/N mumbled to the rest, “if my behaviour was showing that I was hungry, why would he be embarrassed to just give me something to eat. We’re friends.”

“Actually,” Penelope piped up, finally seeing it as her time to make an input into the conversation, “giving snacks to someone is something many consider a love language.”

Y/N choked on the last piece of pear in her throat and turned around to cough down into the paper towel that was still laying on her desk. Emily laughed as she clapped her between the shoulder blades.

“Guys!” she exclaimed once she had gotten everything under control again, “he just gave me a pear. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Emily sighed as she shrugged her shoulders up to her ears as she looked down at the younger, oblivious agent. “I remember a guy saying that once the pear was an allegory for the heart.”

Silence took its place between the four agents. Three of them with giant smiles on their faces as the fourth was simply staring out in space, trying to solve a puzzle that she didn’t even know existed. Her ears were ringing from the realisation, cheeks heating under the scrutiny from the three others as her mind slowly started to fill to the brim of all of her shared moments with Spencer. 

“You think he likes me?” she asked quietly, only daring to let her eyes fall on Penelope, whose face was almost splitting in half from the giant smile on her face. 

“Oh, I think ‘like’,” Penelope said as she brought her hands up and made citation quotes around the word, “is an understatement.”

“He said,” Y/N started, keeping her eyes locked with Penelope’s as she started to fiddle with her hands that were resting in her lap, “He said that he knows what it’s like to love something that’s out of reach.”

The group fell silent as they took in the revelation, the three of them waiting for Y/N to continue. “Do you think he was talking about me?”

“Duh!” Penelope practically yelled, which gained the attention of the agents dutifully working around the quartet. “That boy has been in love with you since you first joined the team. And I may not be a profiler,” she continued making her way over to stand next to the chair Y/N was sitting on, “but I think that his feelings are reciprocated.”

Before Y/N had the chance to say anything, the sound of a door slamming shut brought them all out of the small moment they had created between themselves. As she looked up to the landing, she saw Spencer walking down the stairs again. 

“What’s going on?” he asked curiously, letting his eyes flicker from Derek’s smirk, to Penelope’s sparkling eyes, to Emily’s suppressed grin and finally to Y/N’s wide eyes.

“Oh nothing,” Penelope was quick to say, “just talking about the upcoming weekend.”

“Oh,” Spencer said as he took a seat in his chair, and let the folder he had with him drop to the desk, “do you have any special plans Garcia?”

“Uh,” she sputtered, clearly not ready to talk herself out of her lie, “yes, I’m going to go antique shopping with Emily.”

“We are?” Emily was quick to but in, disdain clear in her voice from the mere thought of going antiquing.

“Yes! Remember we talked about it a while ago,” Penelope mumbled before dramatically gesturing to the watch hanging on the wall, “would you look at that, I have to go back to my office to do,” she dragged out the words, as the four profilers looked at her with amusement on their faces, “to do hacking things. Bye!”

And before they knew she had hurried out of their eyesight, her blonde hair bobbing up and down as she moved as fast as her heels allowed her to.

“Weird,” Spencer said, sharing a quick smile with Y/N before they all went back to their work. Or, three of them went back to their work. 

Y/N spend the rest of her afternoon sifting through every interaction she had ever had with the young doctor, from the moment they had met in this very bullpen, to the first time she had made him laugh over a joke, to the time she had successfully dragged him out to celebrate a successful case with the rest of the team. In the small year they had known each other they had created so many small moments together, so many fond memories that lived in her heart.

And at some point, in the small year, Spencer had managed to worm himself into a part of her heart that she herself didn’t even know existed. Sparks flew out of her finger tips every time they gently touched him. Her heart started to beat faster every time he would smile at her or she would hear his joyous laughter. She started to get lost in the depth of his warm eyes every time they made eye contact, drowning in a sea of honey that she refused to get saved from.

And, unknown to her, she had made herself a home in Spencer’s heart. Her gentle touch seemed to light a fire in him, making him burn to the bone every time her delicate fingers grazed his skin. His smile had become more frequent, and his laughter more boisterous ever since she had joined the team; her mere presence lightening up any gloomy day.

So, there they sat the rest of the sunny afternoon; a boy and a girl so oblivious about the love that flowed so effortlessly between them. She could still taste the lingering taste of the fruit, and she swore her heart fluttered in her chest every time. He could still see the joyful look she had given him when he had handed her the folded-up paper towel, and his heart sang every time it flowed through his mind.

And without either of them noticing, the sunny day ticked by minute for minute. The bullpen had started to empty out for the day, leaving them some of the few agents left.

She could still hear Derek and Emily typing away on their monitors and have occasional chit chat, and out of the corner of her eye she could still see Hotch and Rossi in their respective offices.

As she was finishing up one of her last files, she noticed how Spencer slowly started to pack up for the day.

After a year she had learned his routine for when he would start to head home. Firstly, he would turn off his computer, secondly, he would stack all of his files into a neat pile, ready for when he came in tomorrow, thirdly he would start to pack his bag, double checking he had everything, before finally rising from his chair, putting on his coat and saying goodbye to those who stayed longer than him.

He was in the midst of the fourth step, coat being ready to be put on when they made eye contact over the divider between their desks.

He slowed his actions, taking his time to adjust the lapels on his jacket and picking up his satchel. It was as if everything that had been left unsaid by the two exploded in that moment. All of the gentle touches and the burning fires. All of the loud laughter and the timid smiles. A year worth of love combined into just a five second glance.

“Have a good night,” she said softly, eyes firmly locked with his.

“You too,” he said as he slowly walked by her desk, “see you tomorrow.”

She smiled at him, feeling all of the air leave her lungs when he smiled back.

“I’ll see you tomorrow as well genius,” Morgan called after him loudly, making Spencer walk faster out of the bullpen, and even from where Y/N was sitting, she could see the tips of his ears turn red.

“Y/N,” Emily said firmly when Spencer was out of ear shot. 

“Emily,” Y/N said back, refusing to give the two cocky agents what they wanted from her. 

“Go after that boy,” she said, walking over and hovering over her with her hands on her hips.

“What?” Y/N asked, still looking down at the paperwork in front of her.

“Are you kidding me? I just saw the two of you practically declaring your love for each other with just one look! And for some reason, you refuse to accept the fact that you two are in love with each other,” she said, one of her hands coming down on the younger agent’s shoulder. “Look, okay, I’m no expert at love or anything, but what the two of you have is something special. And I get it, okay. Love is scary, and with our job we see how easily our loved ones can be torn away from us, so I get it more than anyone that it’s scary to succumb to it. But, and this is just my opinion, it would be foolish to let a love like the one the two of you have go to waste.”

After her monologue Emily made her way back over to her own desk, eyes locked with Morgan, desperate to get him to help him. But before he got the chance, Y/N spoke up timidly.

“If I don’t come back will you finish my paperwork?”

“Yes,” both Emily and Derek said without hesitation, smiles spreading wider and wider when they saw the girl hurrying to grab her back and coat before quickly walking out of the office. 

“Fucking finally,” Derek mumbled, letting his eyes follow the young agent out of the double glass doors.

Y/N stood by the elevator, repeatedly pressing the button in hopes of making the machine work any faster. When the doors finally opened, she was greeted by an out of breath Spencer, who looked like he had just run across the parking lot.

“Hi,” he mumbled softly, slowly stepping out of the box as she took a few steps back.

“Hi,” she said, “did you forget something?”

A moment of silence hung between them, both unsure of how to approach the inevitable conversation.

“I-“ he cleared his throat into his fist before continuing, “I don’t know.”

“Oh,” she said, feeling the burning stare of two pairs of eyes on her back.

“I,” he started, his hands hidden in his coat pockets and shoes shuffling around nervously on the floor, but she was quick to interrupt him before he could go on. 

“Emily just reminded me of something,” she said, her voice small but confident. “Someone once told me that the pear was an allegory for the heart.”

At her words Spencer’s eyes widened the slightest, and a pretty blush started to paint over his cheekbones.

“That someone would be correct,” his voice was low but clear, intending to keep the conversation strictly between them.

“And you gave me a pear,” she continued, her hands wringing together in front of her. “And someone would say that means that you, in some way, gave me your heart.” 

They both stared at each other, oblivious to the gathering that was happening in the bullpen behind them. Emily and Derek had now been joined by Penelope and JJ, all eyes set on the two of them, and even from their distance they could feel the tension between the two almost lovers.

“That’s one way to understand it,” he said, taking a miniscule step closer to her.

“Is it the right way?” she asked, mimicking him and tipping a millimetre closer.

“I think,” he started, letting his hands come up from his coat pockets and let them slowly intertwine with hers. “I think that I gave my heart to you a long time ago.” 

“Really?” she moved closer towards him, letting her fingertips spark at the feeling of his gentle touch.

“Yeah,” he nodded, curls falling into his gentle eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” she whispered, squeezing his hands before removing them from his when he nodded his head nervously. 

She let them slide up his arms before they found their place on his jaw, soft skin meeting her cold fingers. His arms found their purpose around her soft waist, giving him the opportunity to pull her in closer. She let her eyes roam his face for a second, before she leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips. His nose was cold against hers, his lips chapped from the colder weather, but none of it mattered. They stood no comparison to the way his hands were grasping at her waist, or the way she could feel a smile on his lips against hers.

They pulled apart slowly, both of their eyes still closed, both of them just existing in the moment they had created between them.

“I gave you my heart a long time ago too,” she whispered to him, letting her arms wrap around his neck and gave him a tight hug. “But I will be happy to give you a pear as well.” 

He laughed at her comment, before he pulled her into another kiss, letting himself taste the sweet taste of pear that lingered on her lips.

“Pears cannot ripen alone. So we ripened together” - Meridel Le Sueur 

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Talk to Me • Spencer Reid

Summary: reader and Reid work on a case involving a child, and it hits reader a little harder than usual.

Content warnings: pregnancy, case involving a child (nothing in detail)

Word count: 1,392

“You’re supposed to be resting.”

You sigh and bite your tongue, suppressing the urge to reply with a smart comment, picking up yet another book from the floor and placing it back on the shelf. Two avid readers in one apartment somehow leads to a lot of clutter; books scattered around the room, left on the arm of the sofa on a random page, placed there before an afternoon nap or when either of you got distracted by something else.

“I’m not working, am I?” You respond, and technically you aren’t, but you’re not resting either, as ordered. Spencer doesn’t have to be there with you; it’s only you that Prentiss ordered to have at least a week off from the Behaviour Analysis Unit, following a case that hit just a little too close to home. Trying to track down the unsub had been mentally exhausting; always being just one step behind them, which in the end, had lead to more victims than you hoped for. The cases involving children always hurt that little bit more; knowing how innocent they are, and that they had their whole life ahead of them. It wasn’t the first case involving children you had dealt with but it just came at a bad time; it cut that little bit deeper, and everyone had noticed the effect it had. Alvez had tried to get you to open up on the jet back home, as he had found the last victims with you, but to no avail; assuring him that you just wanted to get some rest. It was when you practically pushed Spencer away that everyone knew something was off, and Prentiss had sent you home for at least a week, if not more.

“No, but you’re cleaning to avoid thinking or talking about that case, and the whole point of you being here for the week is to process exactly that.” Spencer retorts, unsure of how much further you can argue. “Please can we talk about it?”

Another sigh slips from your lips and Spencer bites his lip, resting his head in his hand as he tries to give you the space you need. He’s not going anywhere until you talk. He isn’t on an official break but he’s no use to anyone in the office when he’s worried about you.

“Don’t you have a case to be working on? Prentiss didn’t send you home.” You ask. He knows there probably is a case but his phone is buried in his bag somewhere, and it’s not the first thing on his mind.

“I’m not going anywhere until you talk to me,” He continues, tone soft, not wanting to frustrate you even more. Usually if you really don’t want to talk he just lets it go, and lets you process it however you need to, but he can’t do that this time. “Please don’t push me away, honey. You know we need to talk about this.”

Flashes of the day (and night) appear in your mind every time you close your eyes, even when you blink, so the thought of getting any sleep seems far away. The frustration of knowing you were so close to catching the unsub before they struck again burns deep in your bones, your jaw seeming permanently clenched, questions of what more you could’ve done swirling around your mind.

“It’s not good for you to be this worked up,” He keeps going, this time standing to get your attention, to get you to look at him. His hand gently nudges your elbow, trying to get you to loosen up, to see if he can get through to you. “The stress isn’t good for you, or the baby either.”

The mere mention of the word ‘baby’ brings tears to your eyes and a lump in your throat, your hand instantly going to the barely there bump hidden under Spencer’s sweater, concealed from everyone but you and him. It’s too soon for others to know just yet; just your little secret, one you feel an overwhelming instinct to protect. Spencer feels the same way too, especially after seeing the thing he fears the most happen to JJ. He cannot let that happen to you.

He hears you sniffle and now he knows for sure what this is about. He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you against him, dropping a kiss to your forehead before managing to get you on the sofa next to him.

“Talk to me,” He murmurs against the shell of your ear, choking up himself when he realises how upset you are. “Please.”

“They..” You start, the first few tears slipping down your cheeks as you think about what you’re going to say. “They were just kids, Spence..”

He nods and pulls you closer, tucking your face against his neck as he holds you, almost rocking back and forth as you cry in his arms. It’s too much, now that you understand the power of the love and protection you already feel for the unborn baby tucked below your heart. There’s so many what if’s; what if you had got there sooner? What if you had delivered the profile sooner? There had to have been something more you could’ve done to save the innocent children who had their lives taken.

“I should’ve done more to stop hi-”

“No… no, don’t do that,” Spencer pleads, brushing your hair away from your face, lifting your chin with his fingertips to get you to look at him. “None of this was your fault, you can’t blame yourself. He knew what he was doing, he taunted us… blood is on his hands, not yours, my love.”

You try to breathe for a moment, leaning forward so your forehead touches Spencer’s, noses nudging as he tries to ground you. “Their poor parents, I just… I don’t know how they move on, knowing their babies were taken like that. I’m barely 12 weeks and I can’t even imagine having to deal with that.”

“I know,” He murmurs, his fingertips brushing your cheekbones, thumb swiping the tears away from under your eyes. Tiredness is evident on your face and he knows it’s more than just physical. He doesn’t remember the last time he saw you sleep properly, it must have been at least two days — after refusing to sleep on the plane. “Which is why you need to take care of yourself, and let me take care of you too. You haven’t slept for a while, and you know it’s not good for you.”

Spencer worries about you generally, he always has; but even more now that you’re pregnant and he has two lives to protect. Keeping you safe out in the field was one thing, but making sure you take care of your own health and well-being was another. He thinks he should talk to JJ about it, knowing she has gone through two pregnancies whilst working.

“I’m staying here with you today,” He informs you, pulling you back with him as he lays down on the sofa. He tucks you against his side, your back flush with the cushions, a warm hand pressed against you to hold you there. You finally stop resisting him; allowing yourself to cuddle up against him, your face buried in his neck. His lips brush your hairline. “You’re okay.”

“They were just kids.” You whisper, closing your eyes for a brief moment and instantly regretting it — flashes of the case refusing to leave. Spencer brushes his fingertips over your temples, down your cheeks, soothing gestures to try and help you fall asleep, as if he could banish the sad thoughts and make them go away.

“I know,” He replies, the words so quiet that only you could hear, if anyone else was there. “You tried your best, and that’s all you could do, my love. You did everything you could.”

The hand that isn’t wrapped around you goes to your front, gently resting on the barely there baby bump, just needing to be close to the two of you. He doesn’t know where his phone is and knows he needs to call Prentiss, but also knows she’ll understand when he’s not there. He keeps up the soothing gestures to your face, tracing your nose and cheekbones, holding you close until he eventually feels you relax against him.

He knows it’s going to be one of those cases where it doesn’t go away in a few days, or maybe even a few weeks — but he knows you’re strong and going to get through it.

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Okay but Spencer getting kind of jealous whenever you go out with ur friends bc he only has work friends and part of him still only thinks the team is friends with him out of convenience but he doesn’t have any friends from school so you sign him up for like a local book club and he’s so so nervous to go but he comes back and he adores it🥰🥰 (he also later starts attending the knitting group which is pretty much just local grandmas doting all over him)

i have a book club fic in the works but GOD KNOWS when that’ll be posted but this idea....anon it’s so cute

the first time he goes, he makes you wait outside for five minutes just in case he steps inside, immediately regrets his decision and backs out. he scans the room and profiles because how can he not and spots some biscuits he likes and theyre serving expensive coffee and he decides you know what? one book club visit won’t hurt

he makes friends with an older woman called brenda. she’s lived quite the life (was she incarcerated once? yes.) but she likes the same books he likes and hates the writers he hates and when she walked up, jewelry jingling and twinkling a la penelope garcia and introduced herself by saying “i hate men but i’ll make an exception for you.” well... who in their right mind wouldn’t want to be best friends with brenda?

brenda knows everyone and everything about everyone and relays all the gossip to spencer, which he then relays to you. suddenly he gets giddy before every book club meeting because brenda chose the book this week! and she starts making him treats and gifts to bring home (when she finds out spencer has a significant other she gets SO excited and they spend the entire book club meeting secluded in the corner talking about you and all of spencer’s favourite things about you and his most cherished memories with you and basically. within the local book club there is Y/N fanclub consisting of the two most dedicated members: spencer reid and brenda.........spencer does not know her last name and he doesn’t need to know)

but its those treats that lead him to learning about the knitting club! brenda brings in some mittens for you because spencer mentioned the snowy trip you’re taking, and spencer asks her knitting questions? idk? how tf do people knit? and brenda is like honey... there’s a whole club. full of old women. if you think I have an interesting backstory...wait until you meet GALE

brenda drives him to gale’s house (where the knitting club is held. in her dead husband’s mansion) and presents him to the group of old women like he’s a TREASURE and they all dote on him so crazily that youre like....should i be jealous..... because he comes home with rosy cheeks from both the compliments they SHOWER him in and because they pinch his cheeks. every chance they get. any time he rambles they just coo and go “so smart!!!!!! youre so smart! how does one brain hold so much information!!!” while squishiing his face

but then one time you pick him up from the group and they see you in the car waiting and tell him to BRING YOU IN RIGHT THAT MOMENT they need to meet the love of their spencer’s life!!!!

the y/n fanclub extends and he’s the first people he tells when he wants to propose/to invite them to the wedding/if you get pregnant or if you adopt

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cosy cafe ; spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x reader

summary: “could i ask for a fem!reader x spencer where they meet at the coffee shop or cafe?? whether the reader is a customer or works there is totally up to you but i just love reading meet cute fluff and you’re one of the best writers for fluff that ik🥺” 6k (im so sorry)

warnings: swearing, reader gets cuts by glass, blood, mention of patting spencer reid’s genitals dry

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Under the counter, fiddling with some pipes that should really be seen by a professional, you try not wriggle in pain when your co-worker kicks you with her boots.

“He’s here!” She hisses, bending at the waist to spit at you in a panic before standing upright again. You’re still wincing, holding where she hit.

She’s bumbling above you, fixing her hair. You hear the distinct sound of her wet tongue clicking in her mouth as she checks her teeth for any food stuck between them.

You know who’s at the counter before he even speaks. You’re paralysed under the sink, cursing that his schedule means he doesn’t have a set time he visits despite being a regular customer. Now you’re stuck, cramped in the gross and dingy underbelly of the surface Autumn is about to use (to make his favourite drink – coffee with the café’s special syrup that is way too sweet for even some children), all because you refuse to face the person you humiliated yourself in front of the first time you saw him.

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Rather Ardently

Spencer Reid x BAUfem! Reader

Category: Angsty Fluff

TW: Cursing, marital problems, mentions of cheating (it’s not really, actually happening, Reader just thinks it is), mentions of schizophrenia and Alzheimer’s

Based on a request from @whale-of-a-time : Hey there! I love your writing, you are so talented! I have a request for a Spencer x fem!bau!reader where she and Spencer are married and then he starts having his headaches so he seeks out help from Maeve. She doesn’t die or anything but they become friends and reader starts to feel insecure about herself because of how much Maeve and Spencer has in common and then Spencer realises but her reassures that he loves her? Is that okay? Hope you’re safe and healthy during everything.

This was taken from a request and then mixed with a very loose concept I’d had rolling around in my brain for a while. I’m a big reader (duh, aren’t we all?) and a massive Jane Austen fan. If you haven’t seen the film Austenland and are an Austen fan, I highly recommend, but this is based a bit on that as well, except set in the United States, and not in the UK. This might seem super silly as a framing device, but the second I got this request I knew I could combine the ideas and I got so very excited. This is also the first time I get to be super specific about which season Spencer Reid this is, which I’ve never done before, but this is Season 7-Season 8 Spencer. Reader and Spencer met/started dating around Season 2 and got engaged in Season 5. This is set near the beginning of Season 8, and they finally got married ten months prior during Season 7, making this set during their first year of marriage (you’ll see, hopefully that makes sense - this timeline was partially written for my own benefit). Also, if you are a Maeve fan (as I am), this is kind of anti-Maeve (I speak of her in an extremely passive way, but the Reader is not a fan; I also might somewhat imply that she likes Spencer more than he likes her). Thank you so much for the request @whale-of-a-time - I hope you enjoy it! Also, shout out to @homoose��� for helping me with some of the dialogue in this! 

And to all of you: I love you whoever you are. While I was working on this, I passed 500 followers and, somehow, now have over 650, which is insane for my little mind. Thank you so very much for your support. Again, I love you all and hope you’re having an excellent season! xx

~ “I do not want people to be very agreeable, as it saves me the trouble of liking them a great deal.” - Jane Austen ~

Was it bad to wish that you kind of…weren’t as good at your job as you are? Because if you were less good at your job, the two of you wouldn’t be sitting, - rotting, really - in this abominable tension. The thought crosses Spencer’s mind for the second time in the hour as the two of you are driven to The Winchell House. They say the first year of marriage is the hardest, but, Spencer didn’t know who “they” were and he’s sure not even the omnipotent “they” could’ve imagined such an unusual predicament for him and his new wife. 

The Winchell House is a mock-Georgian mansion that sits in the middle of Maine, the rainy climate adding to the attempt at a British atmosphere as much as the summer long Jane Austen retreat the mansion has hosted every year for the past fifteen years. However, this summer, among the Austenites, there had been a series of two rather grisly murders over the course of two weeks. Both victims had been found, arms and legs strapped to a plinth, a small concrete slab, that sat in the middle of the pond at the back of the property. The cause of death was asphyxiation, caused by a wire strapping their necks to the plinth, the particular knot used causing the rope to tighten as the victim struggled. The murders were grisly, but completed quickly and meticulously, even when extra security had been added to the property. The retreat, which ran from the end of June to August, was the brainchild of a British-American immigrant named Evelyn McCleary, who’d contacted the FBI, desperate for help. And that is how you and Spencer came into the mix. 

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tutor girl // s.r

Summary: Spencer starts attending night classes in hopes of bonding with people his age

Pairing: Spencer & fem!reader

Requested: no, just a little something I couldn’t stop thinking about

Warning: mentions of anxiety, self doubt, bullying, and a detailed description of a panic attack 

Word Count: 12,956

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A/N: so guess who’s writing again??? This concept has been on my mind for months and I finally got around to writing it. I love this. Personally, I’ve never been prouder to post something and I hope you all love it as much as I do. Keep in mind this is written for circa 2005 bb spence! I found the gif online but if you know who it belongs to, please let me know so I can tag them for credit!

He was already running late, something he rarely ever did. He left the office at a reasonable time, which wasn’t the problem.

The problem was the traffic he ran into on the way to class that evening.

He wasn’t used to taking the freeway during rush hour, which meant he wasn’t familiar with how many cars would be packed together, bumper to bumper, on his way to class.

Statistically, he had an idea of what to expect, but he’d miscalculated by a long shot.

His fingers tapped anxiously against the steering whell as he checked the clock on his dashboard.

Class started in five minutes and he was at least fifteen minutes away.

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baby kiss it better

summary: When D.C. implements a lockdown order, you and Spencer decide to quarantine together. There’s just one problem—he’s working from home, and his coworkers don’t know about you.

pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader

content warnings: a few swear words, but otherwise it’s just fluff

a/n: ahh, the secret partner trope. how i love it. this is set in 2020, but with the season 5 cast! i was feeling particularly self-indulgent, so i made reader a night shift worker. this is for you, fellow night owls. stay safe out there everyone, and wear a mask!

a/n 2: i don’t actually know what a doctor or physical therapist would recommend for spencer’s knee injury. this is just going on my basic understanding of anatomy (i took a class in it this fall!) and what i’ve seen on grey’s anatomy lol.

word count: 2.2k

Spencer tries not to grimace as he shifts in his chair. Working from home during the lockdown had initially seemed like it came at a great time, starting just a month after his knee injury. Sure, he wasn’t thrilled about having to do almost everything digitally, but at least he wouldn’t have to worry about being mobile.

Unfortunately, that had turned out to be a downside. Tethered to his seat by headphones, he hasn’t been able to get up and stretch his leg properly, and as a result, is experiencing more pain.

It’s only 8:30, but he can already feel it flaring up. It’s been happening earlier every day, likely due to the existing irritation from the day before. Today is Thursday, and he’s miserable—he dreads to think of what tomorrow will be like.

He’s wondering if there’s some way he could get out of work tomorrow when he hears the sound of the front door being unlocked. He looks up to see you pushing the door open with your shoulder, carrying far too many grocery bags than is reasonable.

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Kate, you are the absolute sweetest person ever omg!! Thank you so much for liking it❤️❤️❤️

⭐️!!! I’m always looking for more fic recs:)

⭐️ I’ll give you a fic recommendation

omggg hi there!! thanks so much for joining in!

I’m going to recommend to you: her favourite story by @localgenius !!

i read this the other day and really was blown away. to start off with, any fic regarding dad!spencer and im immediatley invested. spencer reid deserved to have kids and i will honestly scream that from the rooftops. the way K wrote this was outstanding, and i’m so excited to see what they come up with next! 

kate’s 1k celebration 🦋

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Snowglobe ☁️ Spencer Reid

[i know full well that’s not him it’s just such a good visual AGH 😩]

SUMMARY: You convince Spencer to take a walk while it’s snowing.

WORD COUNT: .9k

PAIRING: GN!Reader x Spencer Reid

GENRE: fluff fluff fluff

WARNINGS: none! except unless you count like cold weather lol

A/N: This fic is inspired by the beautiful masterpiece of a song called ‘You Are In Love’ by Taylor Swift (bc who else). I LOVE this song and super highly recommend listening to it while paying attention to the lyrics bc they’re literally incredible, and also will help set the mood for this fic:) The snow plot may or may not be inspired by the fat snowstorm that just blew through the northeast US leaving so. much. snow. everywhere. where I live lol. ANWAY I know this is a short one but like I think it’s so cute?!!? So enjoy!!!

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Oh my god Kate, congratulations!! I’m so happy for you, and what a good way to celebrate! Thank you for thinking about me and my silly little blog🥺

 first of all, hi!! welcome to my 1k celebration! it’s crazy to me that this many of you actually enjoy my stuff, and I’m incredibly grateful for your continued support of my work. i posted my first fic about five months ago now, and we’ve come along way since then. thank you so much to everyone who interacts with my stuff. you make my world just that little bit brighter.

for everyone ↠

✏️ send an concept for an >1k spencer x reader concept and I’ll write it

⭐️ I’ll give you a fic recommendation

🥀 a random picture of mgg/spencer from my camera roll

🧩 let’s talk about unsolved murders/cases! you could ask about a particular well-known case, or I can pick one if you’d prefer. I’ll give my opinions/thoughts as a criminology student :)

for mutuals only ↠

💛 a handwritten note

💜 my opinion a cm character/ship/episode of your choosing

🧡 a song recommendation

💚 a handwritten quote from one of my favourite books/authors/poets

tagging mutuals and people I’m too shy to speak to hey heyyyyy

@goldentournesol @spencerreidsmiles @lexieshuntingsstuff @itsmyblogandillreblogifiwantto @reidscanehand @squiggledrop @wheelsup @homoose @mggsprettygirl @mvlanchqly @dorotheuh @cloudybau @ellesgreenaway @reidsconverse @localgenius @reidingdays @writing-in-april @justanothercriminalmindsblog @idmakeitbehave @eloquentreid @rigatonireid @mggpleasedontlookhere @gubetube @ssa-m-187 @reidyoulikeabook @spacedikut @spencersdeadpoetsociety @do-yr-research

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Masterlist

To Love

A story about the happiest day of Spencer’s life (Spencer Reid x fem!reader (3.4k))

Her favourite Story

A story about the domestic life Spencer longs for when the team is away on cases (Spencer Reid x fem!reader (3.5k))

The Romance of the Pear

A story about Spencer being in love with the reader and the reader being in love with Spencer (Spencer Reid x fem!reader (13.2k))

Fic recs (all the amazing fics written by the wonderful people on Tumblr)

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I’m not her

spencer reid x reader 

genre > angst/fluff

wc > 3.1k

the reader is tired of being compared to maeve. 

When Maeve died, Spencer figured that was it for him as far as relationships were concerned. He’d heard that when it comes to love, you’ll find “the one”. Maeve was his one, and he was prepared to be alone for the rest of his life, now that he’d already had his ‘one’. That was until he met Y/N. 

They met around 2 years after Maeve had died, and she was everything he could’ve wanted. At first, he didn’t want to like her. He felt guilty, almost like even looking at another woman would be considered betraying Maeve.

 He’d noticed her, of course. The beautiful woman who always sat in the far right corner of his favourite cafe, drink in hand as her other hand typed away on her laptop. She’d noticed Spencer too, how could she not? The cute guy with the purple scarf had caught her attention, and she often found herself staring whenever he took a seat a few tables away from her. For weeks they danced around eachother. At first, she was sure the attraction was one sided, because anytime she caught his gaze he would simply look away. Although, 2 weeks later when their eyes met again, he’d offered her a smile instead of looking away. 

 Finally, after 2 months of longing gazes and shy smiles, as well as lots of teasing from Morgan and reassurance that Maeve would’ve wanted him to be happy from JJ, he finally found the courage to speak to her. 

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Her Favourite Story

Thank you so much for liking my first fic! It’s wild to think about people liking what I’m writing, but it makes me very happy! So all the love to all of you guys!

A story about the domestic life Spencer longs for when the team is away on cases, aka more fluff - this time featuring a small baby Reid. I’ve done so that this story sort of exists in the same universe as ‘To Love’, but they don’t really have anything to do with each other.

tw: mentions of dead children (regarding a case)

Spencer Reid x fem!reader (3.5k)

The staircase had seemed to have become miles longer over the duration of the past eight months. The creaking wood gave way under his feet as he shuffled to the side to avoid running into a man that he recognized to be living a floor above him.

His satchel was bouncing heavily against his side as he hurried up the seemingly endless amounts of steps. The many files were weighing him down, keeping him from reaching the end goal in the desired time.

His jacket was hanging loosely around his shoulders, keeping him warm from the winter cold that had managed to creep into the hallway from the constant revolving door and the small cracks that lathered the building.

His eyes were still droopy from the mediocre nap he had gotten on the plane ride home from the latest case.

A family annihilator had been tormenting a small suburban town outside of Detroit, and while cases regarding children had always been a bit tougher, this one had hit closer to home than he’d originally anticipated.

There had been something about watching young children lying dead in a basement, a brother and sister together in their last moments, that had him craving the sweet serenity that filled apartment 24 in the old apartment complex.

It had been over a year ago since the team had had to handle a case like this, and for the first time, he finally understood; he understood the melancholy look in Hotch’s eyes when they briefed before flying off, he understood the silent tears JJ shed on the plane home. He finally got it.

The landing had never been a sweeter sight than right then. His feet were practically bouncing on the last few steps before hurrying to stick the key in the lock.

A warmth, that could never be replaced by a jacket, greeted him as soon as he stepped through the threshold. The late afternoon sun was shining through the windows, making tiny specks of dust swirling around visible, feeding the numerous plants on the windowsill and making her look even more ethereal than usual.

He didn’t even know that that was possible. But really, he shouldn’t be surprised. Everything about her had surprised him from the day they first met.

Her gentle voice was talking in a low mumble, probably telling one of the many stories she had memorized over the last eight months. She had argued that she refused to be put on the side-line when it came to story time, simply because he had an eidetic memory.

She simply wouldn’t have it.

So, she had spent months lying on the couch, simply reading and memorizing all the books that JJ and Penelope had brought over.

And it had finally paid off.

Because, more often than not, Spencer would find his wife walking around the apartment, murmuring sweet fairytales, fables or research articles while staring down at a big pair of eyes that matched her own to a tee.

At the sound of the door gently being pushed shut, her attention was dragged away from the big eyes, to see a pair of brown staring at her with the utmost adoration.

“Look who’s here!” she whispered down to the sweet boy in her arms, “Is it daddy?”

She turned her body towards Spencer, slowly moving her way graciously around the couch, down to the front entrance.

“Is daddy home?” she giggled down at the baby, a big smile on her face when the baby provided gurgles of joy from the familiar word.

“Oh yes,” Spencer groaned, quickly pulling his satchel off of his shoulder and messily hanging his jacket on the coat rack, before moving to meet his loves halfway. “Daddy's home.”

When the baby finally got a proper look at him, a joyous shriek left the spit covered lips and arms were already reaching out in the open air.

“Hi bug, hi,” Spencer smiled when he finally got to get the sweet baby in his arms, letting the small being thaw up any coldness that had possessed his body over the past few days.

Big eyes and an even bigger smile were looking up at him, while arms were reaching up to touch his face.

“Hi daddy,” she smiled at him, letting one of her hands fall to the back of the baby, while the other came to tangle in the curls in the back of his head, dragging his lips down to meet hers in a gentle kiss.

“Hi mummy,” he smiled down at her, and let himself bask in the harmonious moment. A baby that was happily mumbling to himself in his arms and his wife at his side, with a gentle hand running through his messy curls.

“Good flight?” she asked softly, while rubbing the hand on their sons back up and down.

“Mediocre at best,” Spencer responded while entertaining the small baby in his arms. His eyes were big and enamoured while he was watching his daddy pull funny faces crossing his eyes. “What story were you telling him?”

“Just a little love story,” his wife happily told him, leaving his side with a quick kiss to his cheek, and a final kiss to the baby’s fine hair.

“Mummy told you a love story, huh?” Spencer mumbled down to the baby, moving to follow his wife through the apartment to the kitchen. “Mummy has always had a fondness for those hasn’t she?”

“Oh yes she has,” he heard his wife say from where she was standing with her head in the fridge. “They are the best stories to tell.”

“That can be discussed,” Spencer mumbled down to the baby, happily accepting the slap to the back of his head as he moved to sit down at one of the kitchen chairs. The baby was still looking at him with big eyes, a smile revealing the growing teeth. “What story was it this time?”

“My favourite,” she said as she was moving around behind him.  “A tale about a boy and a girl that loved each other very much.”

A small smile started to break out on Spencer’s face. He knew this story all too well. He knew the ins and the outs. The plot twists and the cliff-hangers. “Yeah?” he asked breathlessly as he looked back at her over his shoulder.

She was moving around, digging through cabinets to get pots and pans out on the stove. “Hm,” she hummed in agreement.

“Would you mind sharing it with the group?”

She laughed softly, turning to look at him over her shoulder. He sat so innocently in the wooden chair – one they had been talking about donating because he insisted that it was the source of his frequent back pain – with their innocent baby resting on his chest, and big brown eyes nearly on the verge of begging.

“It’s a tale as old as time really,” she started, while moving around to start chopping up vegetables from the fridge. “There was this girl, who was so tired of being alone and was just waiting for a boy that was willing to spare an ounce of love on her.”

While she was telling the story, Spencer couldn’t help himself from falling in love with her all over again. The light green sweater falling loosely around her shoulders, her favourite pair of jeans, mismatched socks and glasses perched on the tip of the nose completed the look of a new mum.

He had foolishly thought that she couldn’t ever be prettier than she was on their wedding day, but for once he was happy to be proven wrong, when she had laid in the hospital bed with their new-born resting tenderly on her chest. And from every day since then, she had a special glow around her.

The mummy glow, as he liked to call it. Everything about her radiated love, it had from the very first time they met, but it seemed to only have grown from the moment she had brought their son into the world.

“And when she was ready to give up, an angel in disguise came by and said that she knew a boy that was so willing to give out the love he had inside of him. She only had to go out and have dinner with him, and the girl could see so for herself,” she was mindlessly talking as she was cutting up an onion, taking occasional breaks to look up to the ceiling to avoid crying too much.

“So, she put on her prettiest dress, and went to the restaurant the angel had told her about. And in there was the boy. The boy who was more than willing to love her, and the girl was so happy. Because she finally had the love she had always dreamed about.”

Spencer was gently rocking the baby in his arms; the gentle hum of his mother’s voice lulling him into a light slumber.

“And about a year and a half later,” she continued before being interrupted by a soft mumbling.

“One year, six months and 14 days.”

“Right,” she turned around from the cutting board, “sorry. And a year, six months and 14 days later the boy asked the girl to marry him. And the girl was so happy.” Spencer could hear the smile in her voice, his own mind going back to the evening, where they both ended up with tears in their eyes, and a ring sitting in its rightful place after weeks hidden away.

“And then the boy and girl got married, and all of their friends and family were there to celebrate with them. And the girl had never felt so much love for a person in her entire life,” she continued softly, remembrance seeking out of every word passing her lips.

Spencer moved to get up, making sure the baby was securely pressed to his chest as he made his way over to the kitchen counter she was standing by.

“That was of course until the girl found out that she was pregnant.”

She glanced at her two loves, both eagerly listening to the story.

“Nine months later the girl gave birth to the most beautiful baby boy in the world. And in that moment the girl realized that nothing could ever top the love she had for her beautiful baby. And so, the girl, who once was so sad and lonely, suddenly had a husband whom she loved dearly, and a small baby boy that she loved more than life itself.”

When she finished the story, she leaned over and pressed a delicate kiss to the top of the baby’s head, before leaning up and giving her husband one.

“That’s a very good story,” he mumbled against her lips.

“Thank you,” she laughed as they pulled apart, her focus going back to the vegetables. “It’s one of my absolute favourites.”

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Light snowflakes were dancing around outside of the window, the yellow light from the streetlamps highlighting them like ballerinas on a stage.

The chill had seeped its way into the small room, making goosebumps rise on the back of his neck, yet the cold was the furthest thing on his mind.

At the forefront was the small baby, who was sleeping peacefully in the wooden crib. His small onesie covered chest was moving up and down with the deep breaths, helping to calm Spencer’s mind.

The nightlight was shining from its place on the bookcase, that was already overflowing despite only having been used for eight months.

Small coos left the baby, and the small arms moved to stretch over his head, before resting back again in a peaceful sleeping position. The small tongue came to stick out past his lips, something she said always reminded her of his father.

Spencer let a small smile tug on his lips, before he moved up from the chair, lingering by the crib for just a small moment, soaking up all the love he felt from the small baby.

Before he could move away from the crib, he heard the wooden door creek open, and before he knew it, he felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist, taking a firm grip on the dark blue cardigan he was wearing.

“Tough case?” she mumbled against his shoulder, letting her lips rest there and giving the spot an occasional kiss or two.

Spencer moved to interlock their fingers, and letting their arms wrap tightly around him, letting the security of her arms prevent him from falling apart.

“Yeah,” he whispered, tears already burning in the corner of his eyes.

He felt her lean her head against his shoulder, hearing her taking a deep breath in before she started talking again. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Spencer let out a deep breath before shaking his head.

“Spence,” she whispered, slowly removing her arms from his, helping him turn around to face him.

His brown eyes were glistening with unshed tears, yet they seemed as lovely as ever in the light of the streetlamps, the nightlight and the glowing moon. His nose was scrunching up in a way she knew meant that he was fighting to not let the stream of tears fall.

“We made a deal,” she whispered to him, moving closer so they stood chest to chest, hands interlocked by their sides. “When Noah was born, we made a deal, that you wouldn’t keep all of this in anymore.”

Spencer lifted his eyes to the ceiling when he felt the tears make their escape, choosing to focus on the glow-in-the-dark stars that lithered the ceiling instead of the concerned eyes of his wife.

“Spencer,” she said a bit more sternly, tugging on their locked hands to draw his attention back to her.

“It was kids,” he finally mumbled, closing his eyes and let his head fall to rest against hers. “Just small kids.”

She let go of his hands in order to wrap her arms around his shoulders, hoping to help him stay together for just a little longer. Hoping to make him feel okay for just a little longer.

One of her hands buried itself in the tangle of curls, while the other was rubbing soothing patterns on his shoulder blades – the same way she did to their son when he was upset.

“One of them was called Noah,” he mumbled into her hair, squeezing her tightly around her waist. “He just looked so much like him it was scary, and we couldn’t save him.” Tears were falling freely now, a lump clogging his throat. “I couldn’t save him.”

“Oh, Spence,” she mumbled softly, tightening her arms around him. “It’s gonna be okay.”

“It’s just,” he started as he slowly pulled away, only to drag her into his side as he looked down at the sleeping baby, “we haven’t had a case revolving kids since he was born. And then I saw him; he looked like he was sleeping. And all I could think about was our Noah; our Noah that falls asleep to your stories and that giggles every time I do a magic trick.”

He could feel her eyes on him, while his were solely focused on the sleeping baby.

“And I got to thinking,” he started, savouring the feeling of his wife pressing herself closer to his side, “what if, at one point, I can’t save him? What if I can’t save you?”

“Hey now,” Y/N reached up and directed his line of sight to her, ensuring that his mind wouldn’t drift away to a dark place, like it had a tendency to do. “That’s never going to happen, okay? You’re his daddy okay? And he knows that his daddy always will protect him.”

Spencer squeezed his eyes shut and sniffled, tuning his ears into the sound of deep breaths coming from his son, and the gentle soothing voice of his wife.

“It’s just,” he started to mumble, afraid to let her open the door to the deepest darkest corner of his mind, “sometimes I wonder if it’s all worth it.”

With his eyes till squeezed shut, he let himself go in the feeling of her rubbing her soft fingers up and down his cheeks. The smell of her perfume and baby shampoo filled his nose, making the deep, scary corner of his mind seem further and further away.

“What do you mean,” she inquired softly, letting her head fall to the crook of his neck.

“I see so much evil every day, and sometimes it's hard to shut it out when I get home. And I’m gone for days at a time, sometimes not home for weeks. And I guess it was fine when it was just me. But then you came along,” he leaned down and let his lips ghost over her ear, while whispering his confessions to her. “You came, and suddenly it was harder leaving, but you’ve always insisted that you were fine with me leaving.”

“Because I am,” she whispered into his neck, slowly starting to rock them from side to side.

“I know,” he mumbled sweetly, “And then Noah came along, and now I’m terrified that I’ll miss everything. That I’ll miss watching him grow up, because I was too busy chasing down monsters, and that it’ll only drag me further away from you – from him.”

Y/N pulled her face from the crook of his neck, and gently grasped the sides of his face, before leaning up to give him a slow, deep kiss.

They just stood like that for a while, a boy and a girl, so in love with each other that nothing else really seemed to matter.

“Spencer Reid,” she mumbled against his lips, refusing to even let the space of an atom come between them. “You are the best man I’ve ever known. You are the best husband and the best dad that I could ever wish for for our son.”

His eyes remained closed, but more tears started to trail down his cheeks again, only to be kissed away by a pair of soft lips.

“You’re his hero,” she told him softly. “Even though he’s not old enough to know what a hero is,” they laughed softly as she spoke, “he cries every time you leave, and gets excited every time you come back home. And I swear, that no matter what bedtime fairy tales I tell him, nothing will ever beat the plethora of stories I can tell him about his daddy.”

They pulled apart, and she dragged him over to stand by the side of the wooden crib, soft breaths filling the silence.

“This is why what you do is worth it,” she said, letting her hand rub up and down his back, as he let one of his big hands gently smooth over the frail hairs on his little head. “Every day, when you and that amazing team of yours chase down monsters, you make the world a little bit brighter. A little bit safer for our Noah to grow up in.

“You show him what it means to be good, to fight for what you believe in. And if that means that you have to travel a lot, then so be it. Because the passion you have for saving other people, for helping those in need is what made me fall in love with you. And that will never change.”

One of her hands went down and squeezed the tiny onesie covered foot that was flailing around in his dreams.

“But if you decide to leave it behind, to find something else to do, then I support you. Always. And so will he,” she giggled the last part, releasing the tiny foot to wrap both of her arms around Spencer’s midsection.

“I love you,” he mumbled down to her, his nose nuzzling into the crown of her head.

“I love you too,” she smiled up at him, but was quick to turn her attention to the crib when a soft cry was released. “And you,” she said, her mummy voice immediately being activated, “I love you so very much.”

She let her arms fall from his waist in order to pick Noah up, his cries immediately subsiding by the comfort of his mother’s arms.

“Why are we crying, huh?” she whispered softly, letting her lips brush against the soft temple, as Noah slowly relaxed into her chest. “Mummy’s here, Daddy’s here, Noah’s here,” she said as she started to rock him back and forth. “You wanna go to daddy?”

Spencer happily accepted the small baby into his arms, letting his nose bury in Noah’s hair, welcoming the smell of innocence that filled him.

“Daddy’s right here,” he mumbled, bouncing the baby up and down slowly, just the way he knows help him fall back into a slumber.

“Do you want to take him to bed?” Y/N asked, looking at both of her boys with the uttermost love in her eyes.

“Yeah,” he nodded, eyes never leaving the small baby that was slowly, but surely, falling back to sleep.

“Then let’s go to sleep daddy,” she said, turning the nightlight off, and starting to guide them out of the door and down the hallway to their bedroom. “I have an inkling that sleep will do you some good.”

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emergency.

Ch: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Criminal Minds)   Warnings: Fluff, with mentions of anxiety || Word Count: 2k Summary: When you don’t answer Spencer, worry engulfs him. But as he visits and finds you’re okay, he begins to realise things he wasn’t aware of before.  AN: I just needed some fluff today.  – - - - — — —- – - - - – - - - - - - - -

As he got back to the office, Spencer rechecks his phone. He’s done so before he boarded, during—just in case—and three times on the way. You had a habit of working and ignoring your phone when your admin workload was too high; working in a hospital did that.

Emily had caught him checking his phone, mouthing whether he was okay, but he waved her off. Now though, he wasn’t so sure. He knew you’d been having a tough time; he could tell when you were on the phone, when you swapped books in the coffee shop before you went to work.

You both had become friends by chance. An encounter Spencer hadn’t ever expected, but would never replace. You had reached for the book he’d wanted, the only copy—one you surrendered immediately. He tried to give it you back, but you told him to have it, only asking ‘if you could buy it from him when he was done’.

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stopdjfjdjd im literally bawling in my bed rn bc of ur fic, wtf that wasn’t supposed to happenfhjf, it was so good!!!!!!! u wrote spencer so sweet and cute:(it literally made me fall in love w him all over again. never once have i fancied the idea of getting married until now soooo thank u for that lol im gonna go read it 38493829 more times lol. please write more!! ur reeeallly good!

Oh my goodness, this is so sweet of you! I was very nervous about posting it, so it means the world to me that you like it, and that you want to read it again! And I’ll definitely try to write some more🥰

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To Love

Is this just pure fluff about getting married to Spencer? Maybe. Is it also just pure self-indulgent writing to make me feel something in these melancholy times? Who knows. Anyway! I hope that you’ll enjoy it! (btw I’ve never been to a wedding, so if I totally wrong about how this works, I’m sorry)

Also, just a special thanks to @reidscanehand for inspiring me to start writing again! I’m a bit rusty, but I overall liked how this piece turned out :)

Spencer Reid x fem!reader (3.4k)

They had truly lucked out on the weather. 

The sun was reaching high and low, making everything shine a bit brighter than usual. The gleaming sun was accompanied by the occasional breeze, ruffling hair, cooling skin and making dresses and skirts dance effortlessly in its wake. 

There was a constant mutter of voices, a childish giggle, a cough and sometimes the occasional sneeze from the pollen filled season. The laughter was accompanied by the singing of birds high above them, insisting to partake in the joyous celebration taking place in the large garden.

The noise didn’t seem to have any effect on him, though. His mind was somewhere far away from the beautiful garden, far away from the plethora of guests that filled the pews. 

His mind was lost somewhere in the beautiful house behind him, behind a closed door. His mind was with her, as it had been for the past two years, five months, 19 days and seven hours.

She hadn’t allowed him to know anything about her dress, her shoes, her hair or even her makeup. She had insisted that everything would be a surprise; one of the only times she could have the upper hand over a genius. He had had a lot of fruitless attempts to catch a mere glance of the dress, but she had been adamant that it would be a surprise.

He could feel his heart beating in his chest, the rhythmic thumping simultaneously calming him and keeping him on edge. Anticipation filled his every atom, making him so much more aware of everything that was happening around him.

He was fiddling with his fingers, running through his vows as many times as he could, to ensure that they were perfect; that he was perfect. Cause that’s what she deserved. And he’d damn himself if he didn’t at least try to live up to that.

Unconsciously his mind slipped back into the house, trying for the life of him to picture her in front of him. In a pretty dress, but an even prettier smile grazing her lips, a smile he had been oh so lucky to be on the recipient end of for the past two years, five months 19 days and seven hours.

Just at the mere thought he could feel a smile pull on his own lips, an involuntary act that he had gotten used to over the course of their relationship. 

He may had been familiar with the effects she had on him, but in truth, he could never quite get used to her. How could he? How could anyone? How could anyone ever get used to the embodiment of kindness, of warmth, of love?

He was brought back from his reveries when he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder, resting heavily to get his attention.

“You good kid?” Derek asked, drawing Spencer’s attention to him instead of his shoes that he had unknowingly been having a staring contest with.

“Uh,” Spencer cleared his throat before straightening his back. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good.”

“You sure?” a smile weaved its way onto Derek’s face, before clapping Spencer’s shoulder one more time before removing his hand. “It’s not too late to call it off, you know? 

A scoff left Spencer’s lips, and he shook his head at the comment.

“As if,” Spencer said, allowing his eyes to drift from Derek to the rest of the guests and the aisle she would be walking down off in just a few moments. Amongst them he saw members from the team, both former and present, and in the front row, just a few meters away from him, his mother sat with her caretaker chatting idly with each other. 

Everyone he’s ever loved ensembled in order to celebrate him and the one he loves the most.

“Just saying,” Derek held his hands up in mocking defence, before taking his rightful spot just a few steps behind Spencer. “You nervous?”

“A bit,” Spencer admitted quietly, going back to fiddle with his fingers. “Terrified that she’s changed her mind at the last second.”

This time it was Derek’s turn to scoff, “as if.” 

Spencer turned his head to give Derek his full attention. “That girl is head over heels for you, man. It would take 10 wild horses for her not to walk down that aisle.” 

Spencer shot him a grateful smile before turning to the entrance to the house, an internal clock beginning to tick down. 

“Besides,” Derek mumbled from behind him, “Penelope has been keeping me updated. She’s walking down that aisle, trust me.”

Spencer nodded his head reassuringly to himself. She would walk down that aisle, he would say his vows perfectly, and they would live happily ever after. Just like he promised her all those months ago when he slipped that ring onto her finger.

Before he knew it, the gentle hum of music started to play, successfully quieting the guests.

The first to walk down the aisle was Henry, who had insisted to be a part of the ceremony as soon as he found out that his godfather was getting married. 

When Spencer threw the idea of Henry being the flower boy up in the air, she had a smile so big on her face, and had given him a big kiss while nodding yes, yes that would be a wonderful idea.

In his fine white shirt, Henry was meticulously throwing the petals to the ground in preparation for the soon to be bride. Henry’s eyes drifted up to his favourite uncle standing at the end, shooting him a big smile, eyes shining bright behind his glasses.

When he reached the end, Spencer subtly lowered his hand, so Henry quickly could give him a high five before he ran back to his seat in between JJ and Will on the front row.

Next down the aisle was Penelope. 

Her blonde hair was matching the sun, and her smile was brighter than Spencer’s ever seen it before. A light blue dress - more subdued than her usual dresses, but she didn’t seem to complain - was dancing around her knees as she walked towards Spencer. 

The bouquet in her hands was a bunch of wildflowers thrown together in a beautiful arrangement, aiming to look like the bouquet Spencer had given Y/N on one of their first dates. 

The first thing that she had been sure about when they had started to plan the wedding was that she wanted Penelope to be her maid of honour. 

It made sense, they had been friends for years, and it was thanks to her, and her self-proclaimed unmatchable love skills, that she and Spencer had gone on that fateful first date. When Penelope had learned that not only had the first date escalated to a second date, but even to a third date, she had been ecstatic. Spencer had never thought he had seen her so happy as when she found out.

Her happiness in that moment had only been trumped when Y/N had stopped by the office to drop something off for Spencer before a case, and there had been a shiny ring adorning her fourth finger.

Both Rossi and Hotch had hurried out of their office at the sound of her screech, only to witness the engaged couple being hugged close to death in Penelope’s grip. 

The celebration had been short lived, with the team having to hurry off to catch the plane, but not before the couple shared a sweet goodbye kiss, that made Penelope screech again.

So yeah, Penelope had been the obvious choice for the maid of honour title.

When she came up to the end, she quickly moved to hug Spencer, love and happiness spilling out of her. “Wait until you see her, boy wonder,” she whispered in his ear before moving to her rightful spot, but not before sharing a quick air kiss with Derek.

And finally, the moment had come.

The guests stood up, turning their heads to the entrance as the music changed, along with his heartbeat.

He had just thought that the erratic beating of his heart had gone back to normal, but lord and behold, the moment he laid eyes on her, it was back to beating as wildly as ever. 

Her white dress flowed around her, making her look like she was floating on a cloud. Only confirming his theory that she was a real-life angel. 

Time seemed to move in slow motion, while simultaneously moving way too fast. His heart was filled with conflict. A part of him could forever live in that moment, just observing her while she smiled so brightly at him, smiled like this was everything she’d ever wanted. Smiled like he was all she’d ever wanted. 

Another part of him wanted to run down and drag her up to stand with him. To get all of these formalities over with just so he could kiss her and call her his wife.

As she got closer, he could see the way her arm tightened around her father’s. Her eyes gleaming from happiness and tears, and the smile that was so wide, that he was sure it would split her face in half.

He was sure a similar smile was present on his face; he could feel it in the way his cheeks were hurting in the best way possible.

And finally, she was there, right in front of him, as if it had always meant to be. Spencer was quick to put out a hand to her father, receiving a firm but kind shake in return before he moved to go sit with her mother on the front row.

And suddenly, it was just them. Just the two of them; a boy and a girl so utterly in love and was about to declare to everyone willing to listen. 

“Hi,” she whispered softly, letting him take her hands in his. 

The mere action of letting his thumb run over her soft hands helped calm his beating heart.

“Hi,” he whispered back, just as sweet. 

Her hands were cold in his, presumably from the hours of preparation inside of the air-conditioned house. She looked down and let her fingers glide in between his, as the preacher started to talk.

And Spencer hates to admit it, but for once, if JJ or Derek asked after the ceremony, he would have to admit that he wouldn’t be able to recall what was said. All of his attention had been solely on her; the way she gripped his hands tighter from time to time, a sign of impatience, the way her eyes flew around his face, from his eyes to his lips, and the way she discreetly shuffled on her feet. She wanted this as much as he did.

And finally, it was time. Time for him to try to tell her about the love that fills his entire being every time he’s with her. 

He softly cleared his throat before tightening the grip on her smaller hands.

“Y/N,” he started softly, letting himself bask in her smile for just a moment before daring to continue. “I met you two years, five months, 19 days and seven hours ago. With other words, my entire life changed two years, five months, 19 days and seven hours ago.” 

There was a chuckle going around the guests, and she let out one as well, because of course - of course he knew that. How could he not?

“Before I met you, I had become content with the idea that I was likely going to be alone for the rest of my life. And I was okay with it. I had my mum and my team. The only family I thought I would ever be lucky enough to have.”

At this he took a quick glance down to the rows of guests. His mum was smiling with tears in her eyes, hand interlocked with her caretaker’s. JJ had a smile so big on her face, while she was squeezing Will’s hand for dear life. Emily, Alex and Rossi were sitting together with proud smiles on their faces as they watched the young genius proclaim the love, they always knew he had inside him. Hotch was sitting with Jack, a bittersweet smile on his face, as he remembered a wedding a long time ago.

“But then,” he turned his attention back to her, “then I met you. I met this wonderful girl who didn’t seem to think that it was strange when I told her information about her favourite flower, she just laughed and told me to tell her more. I met a girl who passionately discussed existential philosophy with me on the first date, and somehow, I managed to get a second date.”

He could feel tears starting to trail down his cheeks, likely matching those trailing down hers. 

“I remember making a promise to myself, and to Penelope,” he made eye contact with the maid of honour over his bride’s shoulders, and saw happy tears falling like a waterfall from her eyes, “that I would dedicate my life to loving you. Because I think that’s what I’m meant to do. I could give you a statistic about love, but Morgan said it’d be weird to have a statistic in my wedding vows,” a laugh broke out through the guests again, and a heavy hand clapped down on his shoulder. “So, I’ll just say that I could tell you all the theory about love, but I could never tell you how it feels to love you. How it feels to be loved by you.” He closed his eyes and brought her hands up to his lips before kissing her knuckles gently. “I love you; I believe I always have, and I promise that I always will.” 

He turned and took the ring from Derek, who to his own great shame had tears streaming down his face, before sliding it onto her finger.

“Wow,” she said gently, separating their hands briefly to try to get her tears under control. “I can’t possibly live up to the words of a genius, but I’ll give it a shot.” 

Relocking their hands, she straightened her back, and let her nerves exit her body through a sigh. “Spencer, I’ve spent years longing for love, waiting for it being my turn to be hit with Cupid’s arrow. And when I was ready to give up, a friend insisted that I gave her co-worker a chance. Just one date. And that was the best decision I’ve ever made. I’ve spent my entire life reading, analysing and writing love stories, which I’d always thought would give me an advantage when I had to write my wedding vows. But when I sat down to write how I love you, I simply couldn’t. There wasn’t a way that I think I could ever tell you how much I love you.  Because, to quote Jane Austen ‘If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more’.”

Spencer could now feel the stream of tears coating his cheeks, and he was doing everything in his power to hold back the sob that was threatening to burst from his chest.

“Two years, five months, 19 days and seven hours ago I met the love of my life. I met a boy, so willing to love me for me, and I swore to myself to never let him go. I swore to make him feel as loved as he makes me feel,” she took a deep breath before finishing off. “Spencer Reid, it’s a privilege to be loved by you, and an even bigger privilege to love you. But I will never be able to tell you just how much I love you, but I promise, that I will love you forever.”

She turned around, taking the ring from Penelope, whom by that point was as ready to sob as he was, before sliding a ring that matched hers so perfectly onto his finger.

The preacher cleared his throat before happily declaring: “I now pronounce you husband and wife. Dr. Reid, you may kiss your bride!”

And before he could help himself Spencer grasped her face in his hands and let his lips lock with hers.

Her hands found his waist as he leaned over her, forcing her to lean back, a smile spreading across both of their lips as they sealed the deal.

The moment was filled with cheering and applause from the guests, as the newlyweds pulled apart to share a big grin with each other. 

She threw her arms around his shoulders before giving him another big kiss, before they finally started to walk their way down the aisle together. Hands happily intertwined, smiles brighter than the spring sun and hearts filled with more love than they’ll ever be able to put into words. 

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The spring sun had set and had been replaced by the moon and her stars.

Guests were sitting around the tables laughing, eating, drinking and sharing stories about the lovely couple who hadn’t seemed to be able to take their eyes off of each other ever since the ceremony. 

They had had their first dance together without any bumps on the road and had spent the rest of the evening basking in the love that surrounded them.

As all of the guests sat around, enjoying the last part of the three-course meal, there was clinging on a glass, a little down the table from where they sat.

“Hello,” Derek said as he stood up with his glass of champagne in hand. “I’m Derek Morgan, best man, in case anyone doesn’t know.” A laugh travelled through the crowd at the charm and confidence of Derek Morgan. “And I promised pretty boy here that I would hold a speech, but I also promised to make it as non-embarrassing for him as possible. So, if you want the embarrassing version, just let me know.” Again, laughter broke out, and Emily was quick to signal that she would very much like a copy.

“I’ve known Spencer for nine years now give and take, and in those nine years I’ve witnessed your ups and downs. I’ve seen you at your lowest, and now, along with everyone else here, I get to see you at your highest,” Derek shot a smile down to Spencer, noticing the way the groom tightened his arm around his bride.

“I remember as if it was yesterday, the day Penelope excitedly came in to tell me that she had set Spencer up with her neighbour. A lovely girl with a passion for books that could even rival Spencer’s, and was in the midst of getting a PhD in English lit. A match made in heaven to quote Penelope,” Derek laughed along with the guests as Penelope blushed and rolled her eyes in her seat next to Y/N.

“And I admit, I was sceptical. Penelope has always had a passion for love, and I had witnessed a few bad blind dates orchestrated by her. But lord and behold, this was the time that she proved herself to be the best match maker of them all as she claimed herself.

“The morning after the date I saw Reid walking in with a certain skip in his step that I hadn’t seen before. He used his phone, which was a dead giveaway that something was up. And during that day I was called down to the Batcave by Penelope, who was bursting with excitement, when she had found out from Y/N that the date had turned out well. Very well in fact.”

The entire party shifted their gazes between Derek and the newlyweds, intrigued by the love story unfolding before them.

“And when I finally had the pleasure of meeting the infamous Y/N I finally understood Penelope. Because I witnessed two soulmates having found each other. I think that it’s rare for two people to match as well as you two do,” Derek said, a lump clogged his throat and tears threatening to spill, directing his attention to the groom and bride. “You two have lucked out and have found each other - you have found a love that the rest of us only dream about.”

Derek watched as Spencer leaned his head against Y/N’s giving a gentle kiss on the top of her head, all while Y/N eyes was watching Derek stand with the half full champagne flute in hand.

“So, I would like to propose a toast to Mr. and Mrs. Reid, or Dr. Reid and Dr. Y/L/N, so please raise your glasses with me,” the mass of guests raised their glasses in unison, and repeated after Derek when he called out:

“To love!”

“...is there anything on earth or heaven would have made me so happy as to have made you mine long ago?” - Lord Byron

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adoration for two.

spencer reid x reader 

summary: reader is lovestruck. 

warnings: its literally just fluff. 

a////n: okay so this is absolute nothing, but I hope it makes at least one person feel loved. becuase you deserve to be. 

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