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[cannibalcoyote]

Aaron Hotchner: First and Last Phone Call

Imagine being followed, so you call your brother (Aaron Hotchner), hoping he might save you:

Y/N's POV:

The walk to my dorm was taking me longer than usual, the recent injury to my leg was definitely not helping me.

The sun had long since set, and the darkness of the night had fully set in, my only light sources being the sparse lamp posts dotting along the sidewalk. The dark has always been a fear of mine, but my fear is reaching a whole new level right now. I'm injured, alone, and in a new environment; anything could happen to me. I keep my head up and on a swivel, turning at anything and everything.

I eventually calm down after a few minutes of excessive paranoia, instead finding comfort in the soft breeze, the leaves russling under the trees, and gazing at the orange glow of the lamps against the dark blue sky, it's actually quite calming.

Rain lightly begins to sprinkle from above, something that I embrace as I love rainy weather. Of course my clothes and bag are getting wet, but I don't care.

I almost miss the quiet scuffle behind me, the sound of light footsteps against the wet sidewalk. I turn around quickly, but I see nothing. Turning back around, I shake my head, thinking I'm being paranoid again. I continue my slow walk, my dorm is still several minutes away.

After another few moments of walking, the light scuffle is heard again, this time I immediately turn around, once again seeing nothing behind me. I glare at my surroundings harshly, I'm about to continue my trek when something catches my attention.

Along the sidewalk is a dirt area with bushes and trees, large oaks that are spread every 7 feet along the sidewalk. Nothing about that is odd, but carefully surveying the tree, I noticed the rubber toe of a shoe, it reminds me of the thick rubber sole of Vans.

My breathing feels harder, an eerie sense of understanding floods through my body. I don't have my pepper spray or any of my knives on me, I made the stupid decision that a philosophy textbooks was more important. I'm wearing my Ariat leather books, good for walking and work, but not so amazing when it comes to having to outrun somebody.

My brain is turning with thoughts of what to do, but the first thing I know I must do is turn back around and start walking as if nothing is wrong; this may seem stupid, but I can't let this person know that I've spotted them. I force my breaths to be even, and I grasp my bag loosely to my side.

Continuing to walk was very hard, especially when you know somebody is following you, and you have no idea what their intentions are.

Grasping my bag, I swiftly undo its buckles, taking care not to look like I'm rushing. Rain drips down my skin as I pull my phone out of my bag, looking closely, I notice the slight tremble in my hands and the burning of my eyes. Clicking on the only contact I can think of, I hold the phone tightly to my ear.

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Aaron Hotchner's POV:

I hear my phone ringing, it causes the conference room to fall silent, all eyes going to me. Sheepishly reaching into my coat pocket, I glance at the name and know it must be important.

"What is it Aaron?" Rossi questions, clearly seeing the confusion in my eyes.

"It's my sister?" My voice is deep and raspy, I haven't spoken to her since I left home, and she has never reached out to me. I don't know why she's calling, but I know I need to answer it.

"Continue without me, give me the summary on the jet." Is all I say before pushing out of my chair and exiting the room, leaving it full of confused and concerned profilers.

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"....Y/N?" I listen closely, hearing the slight pattering of rain through the line.

"...Hey Aaron." Her voice is tight, it only increases my concern.

"Why are you calling?" My question can't help but be asked, my personality doesn't allow for the polite bullshitting, instead wanting to get straight to the point.

"I'm doing great, heading to my dorm right now actually, I know you're waiting for me." Her response is confusing, we haven't kept in contact at all, and I didn't even know she was in university. Something starts to scratch in the back of my mind, this conversation feels off.

"What are you talking about? Why did you call me?" My question is overflowing with the need for an answer, my voice lowering so that prying ears can't hear.

"Yah, I did go down to California for spring break. The horse races were crazy!" With this sentence my thoughts still. When Y/N was just a little girl, I taught her certain phrases to say when something is happening to her; and this was one of the scariest scenarios:

She was being actively followed.

My breathing gets heavier, and my heart feels like it's ramming against my rib cage. I grip my phone so tight it feels like I might crush it. Thinking quickly, I stride out of my office and back into the conference room, JJ falls silent as they all look at me.

Motioning for everyone to stay quiet, I pull the phone away from my ear and put it on silent.

"I'm with my team Y/N, tell me where you are."

"...I'm walking to (university name), I was just in town, but I'm currently passing some gas station. I should only be about 10 minutes away, so I'll meet you there." I can hear her straining to keep a normal pitch and her breaths becoming faster, alerting me that she is worried. I point at Garcia, her eyes lighting up with understanding as she begins typing away on her computer.

By now, everyone looks confused and worried, but all are in work mode.

"Y/N, you need to get into a building, I don't care which one, you just need to find other people. NOW." My voice is harsh, and I know it's not helping the situation, but I need her to be safe.

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Y/N's POV:

He's almost shouting at me, but I know he's just worried, I can hear the almost inaudible waver in his voice. The tears are freely falling now, I've already passed the last building between town and my university.

The footsteps behind me speed up, it seems they noticed my predicament as well, they are going to do something to me, and there is nothing I can do. I speed up as well, wanting to be able to explain everything to Aaron.

"Aar.. A-Aaron...I-I'm sorry." I can't stop my voice from stuttering, sobs now mixing with my talking.

"I'm sorry I said I hated you. I was angry at myself, not you" My words drip with emotion, the guilt that flows through me is almost as painful as knowing I'm about to die.

"Y/N-" He tries to speak, but I interrupt him as I know I have little time.

"I'm sorry that your last memory of me will be over the phone, please forgive m-" My apologies are cut short, my phone being smacked to the ground. I try to face my attacker, but a punch to the face causes me to take a detour to the floor.

The rough asphalt rips into the flesh of my hands, it burns, but not as much as the kick I receive to the gut. I scream in pain, hoping someone will hear, but knowing deep down that no one will.

The person jumps on top of me, their weight forcing my already empty lungs to collapse even further, I feel like I'm gasping, but no air enters. Everything is blurry, and wet, it's all so disorienting.

Two large hands wrap around my throat, the pressure quickly increasing; I try to fight, feebly punching him with my weakening limbs.

I feel heavy, my head foggy, I kind of just want to close my eyes and sleep. As my eyelids droop closed, the last memory I have is of a blurry warm light from a lamp post a little ways away.

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Aaron Hotchner's POV:

After the screams and scuffle end, all we hear through the phone is silence, someone(I assume the attacker) picks up the phone, and ends the call after another few seconds. Sadness is surging through my body, I already know tears are dripping down my cheeks, but even through all my sorrow, I remain silent.

Everyone looks uncomfortable, looks of fear, anger, shock, and concern mingling in all of their expressions. JJ is about to say something when Garcia comes bustling through the door, she looks just as depressed as I feel.

"Sir, I know where she is."

[mariasont]

Our Minds Entwined - Aaron Hotchner x Original Character x Spencer Reid

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[reidreaders]

Your Insta If You Were Dating Spencer Reid Pt. 8

Warnings: throwing up, a lil sexual

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y/n out n about

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drreid I had the best day with you!

-> y/n 😘😘

davidrossi Have fun kids!

babygirlpg love ur outfit Spencer!

-> drreid Thanks, Garcia!

emprentiss lowkey weird seeing him wear something that's not a suit

-> chocthunder ikr I didn't know he had other clothes

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y/n 🚨ROSSI SIGHTING🚨

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davidrossi It was nice running into you!

-> y/n it was so good to see you!

chocthunder I have a rossi sighting every day of my life

-> emprentiss real

-> drreid real

-> chocthunder real??

-> drreid @/y/n taught me

babygirlpg they're so bff

-> y/n ikr

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y/n squealing cause look what I came home to

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drreid I'm glad you were excited! I love you ❤️

-> y/n I LOVE YOU STOP

davidrossi Nice job, Spencer! I can see you're putting those cooking lessons to good use.

ssahotchner Looks good!

babygirlpg im squealing for you this is so sweet!

-> y/n I KNOW

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y/n I love u @/drreid

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drreid I love you, too!

jenniferj this is so cute!!

babygirlpg I love u guys so much im going to throw up

-> chocthunder im going to throw up for other reasons

-> emprentiss im going to throw up bc they're making me feel so single

-> babygirlpg oh so true

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y/n hes so FINE I can't

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emprentiss not y/n being horny on main

-> jenniferj im not even surprised at this point

-> babygirlpg me neither but I wholeheartedly support it

-> y/n thanks penny 😘

ssahotchner I feel like I'm not supposed to be seeing this.

-> drreid Yeah, I wish you hadn't.

-> y/n sorry spence ❤️

idk why some of these pics keep uploading funny so sorry ab that but if anyone knows how to fix it lmk anywaysssss hope y'all enjoyed ily

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[lizziela]

Instagram AU - Aaron Hotchner and Y/n

Instagram AU with our Boss-man Aaron Hotchner and our darling Y/n!

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Y/n

y/n_l/n

y/n_l/n: date night or date night?

ladypen_garcia: miss girl, you are SPOILED!!

y/n_l/n: @/ladypen_garcia I know, right??

jjjareau: are those new shoes???

y/n_l/n: @/jjjareau what can I say? he spoiles me 🙃

em_prent: what do you say about wine and girls night??

ladypen_garcia: @/em_prent YEEEEESSS TELL ME EVERYTHING!!!! Who are the handsome guy!!

y/n_l/n: @/ladypen_garcia 🙈🙈

aarhotchner

aarhotchner: such a cuddlebug

y/n_l/n: such a cuddlebug!!! (and socks thief too)

ladypen_garcia: oh my, is this Bowie??? he is so grown up!!

y/n_l/n: I know!! He isn't so small anymore! 😭😭

em_prent: why is mr. boss cuddling with Bowie??

drreid: @/em_prent I didn't know he liked dogs...

y/n_l/n

y/n_l/n: another day, another date!

rossidav: the pizza's looking good

y/n_l/n: @/rossidav not as good as yours, but still good!

aarhotchner: @/y/n_l/n 🤨🤨

y/n_l/n: @/aarhotchner 🙈

derekm: mama, what are you doing? didn't know you were into arts?

ladypen_garcia: @/em_prent @/jjjareau should we have an emergencial girls night??? why did sir boss answer the comments like this??

em_prent: @/ladypen_garcia you are the hacker of our friendship

ladypen_garcia: @/em_prent and you the profiler

em_prent: @/ladypen_garcia fair

aarhotchner

aarhotchner: my boys

y/n_l/n: OUR boys!!

aarhotchner: @/y/n_l/n ditto!

ladypen_garcia: THE WORLD IS COLLAPSING WHAT??????

y/n_l/n: @/ladypen_garcia what can I say, I love a good Hotchner 🥰🙈

ladypen_garcia: @/y/n_l/n miss girl you owe me some explanation!!!

em_prent: @/ladypen_garcia me 2

jjjareau: @/em_prent me 3

rossidav: finally the cat is out of the box!!!

aarhotchner: @/rossidav took them long enough

derekm: @/aarhotchner talk about them, I knew it all along

ladypen_garcia: @/derekm WHAT??????? HOW COULD YOU BETRAY ME LIKE THIS????

drreid: @/ladypen_garcia Don't worry, Garcia. He didn't know!

So... here we go! Took me long enough to post my first fic/au from CM!

Welcome to my little brain, it is filled with our Boss-man!

Images are from Pinterest!!

[afemaleunsubisrare]

baby boiii #reid #criminalminds #fav #cm #cmdaily #cmblog #drreid #reidisacutie #itsdoctor

[reidslibrarybook]

Ass Guy, Boob Guy, You Guy

Couple - Spencer x Fem!Reader

Warnings - Language

Summary - Spencer and the rest of the BAU men, minus hotch, spend the night in a very interesting place. Spencer, drunk out of his mind, made his way home to you feeling as clingy as ever.

Category - fluffy af

Word Count - 1.9k

A/N - I’m pretty sure I’m just projecting what I want in a partner later on in life. Smh, I’m just setting myself up for disappointment tho. Enjoy! :)

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PART 2

Spencer sighed as he was fixing up his hair for a night out with Derek and Rossi, “Are you sure you’re alright with this?”

“Yes, love. Go, have fun, it’s been a while since you’ve hung out with them right?”

“Yes, but normally we don’t bond over practically naked women who have money stuffed in their bras in dingy clubs.”

You walked over to him with a large wad of dollar bills and stuffed it into his back pocket, resting your chin on his shoulders by standing on your tippy-toes. You kissed his chiseled face that rivaled that of a Classical Greek sculpture.

He looked back at you with his eyes wide as he tried to take the money out of his pocket and give it back to you, “Y/N! I don’t need this, what-”

“Derek may have called me while you were still at work and asked me to get some dollar bills.”

“H- he called you?”

You smirked at him, stuffing the money back into his pocket, “You think he’d invite you to a strip club without asking if I was okay with it first?”

He sighed and grabbed his coat from the closet, “I’ll probably leave early.”

“Look, don’t worry about me, okay? I trust you and I know you would never do anything,” you pushed both of his cheeks together, kissing his puffed lips, “Let loose a little and let some girls give you a dance, okay?”

“The only girl I want giving me a dance is you.” “Mhm, maybe another time,” you hugged him while pushing him out the door, “Have fun, babe. Love you. Bye!”

Defeated, Spencer clambered down the steps of your apartment building and was met with a gleaming Derek and smirking Rossi out front.

“Come on, Pretty Boy. Time for the night of our lives.” Spencer opened the car door and situated himself inside the vehicle while grumbling quietly to himself.

“Reid, we’re gonna have fun tonight. Don’t be so grumpy.”

“The two of you could have gone alone, I just wanted to spend my time off with my girlfriend.”

“Y/N gave you her blessing and even thought it was a good idea for you to come.”

“She wants me to spend time with you, not women in their underwear.”

“She said yes and that’s all that matters.”

Spencer had no interest in watching men around the club objectify women and grope them with a look of discomfort ever-present on their faces. He’d rather stay for the minimum amount of time and head back home to you. As the trio arrived at the club, multiple women practically threw themselves at Derek, as expected. A number of women also started to feel Rossi up because he had a ‘Sugar Daddy’ vibe. Of course, Spencer was left in the booth nursing his glass of whiskey alone until the two very busy men returned to the booth.

“Spencer, let’s go sit up front.”

“No, no way.”

“Why not kiddo? I can spot you a couple hundred, it’ll make sure that you get some girl’s attention tonight.”

“I- I’m good here, you guys just go.”

Derek and Rossi shared a reluctant glance as they both grabbed Spencer’s arms and plopped him in a chair right up front.

“W- what are you guys doing? I- let me go.”

As he was trying to escape from their clammy grasps, a woman dressed in a leather set grabbed his tie and sat him back down.

“They were right, you are a very pretty boy,” she smirked as she started to dance around him to the music. Spencer gulped as he tried to respectfully look away from her, but his efforts were in vain as she held his face right in front of her breasts. He could hear the people who he used to call his comrades whooping in the background, throwing money at him and his very interesting friend.

At the end of the dance, the woman was very clearly unsatisfied due to his lack of interest. She pranced away looking for a more hungry man. Spencer, terrified by the events that had just occurred, panicked and looked around for some type of niche he could hide away in. Before he could even lift himself off the chair, Derek and Rossi made their way back to the lanky doctor.

“Reid, you were supposed to have fun.”

“Fun? She practically forced me to stare at her… her-”

Rossi smiled and folded his arms, “Goods?”

“Boobs?” Derek chimed in.

Red flooded into the young doctor’s cheeks as he looked away and nodded solemnly. The three of them shared a laugh as the night’s events progressed. Spencer was propositioned by almost every exotic dancer in the club and received a dance from an additional 7 women dressed in a plethora of lingerie that ranged from the typical set and strappy ones with hooks and rings adorning the material. Derek and Rossi seemed to enjoy themselves and even took a few photos of Spencer’s awkward demeanor, sending them to the team group chat.

Spencer knew he wouldn’t be able to leave early tonight and decided to drown himself in whiskey to somehow alleviate his ‘pain’. He figured it was rather pitiful to see a skinny man clearly not enjoying himself when these women worked so hard for their fill. So, he made sure to reimburse them generously as he pretended to enjoy their efforts when all he really wanted was to go home to you.

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You were laughing at the pictures of Spencer practically clawing at the seat, courtesy of Derek and Rossi, when you heard scratches and mumbled curse words come from behind your front door. You cautiously looked through the peephole and smiled when you saw your very own genius struggle with fitting the key into the hole. You opened the door and engulfed him in a hug before he pushed you off haphazardly.

He struggled to get the words out, slurring them as they exited his mouth, “I- I am in a, a very very loving relationshipppp. I’m ttakenn. I have a girlfriend and she- she’s going to be myyyyyy wife one day.” A tight-lipped smile dawned his face as he used wide gestures while speaking to you. “I can’t engageee in any nefarious activiessssss.”

You chuckled, amused by his loyalty, “I- I know. Why don’t you come to bed okay?” You held his hand and led him toward your room before he yanked his hand away.

“No! No, I won’t sleep with you. I’m s- sorry if I hurt your feelings but I won’t. I- I loveee my wiiiffeee!”

You crossed your arms and sat down on the bed, patting the area right next to you, “I thought you said you had a girlfriend, you never mentioned a wife.”

He waddled slowly to the bed and sat down, nearly slipping on his clothes that he threw on the floor, “I- she is my girlfriend, but she wants to be my wife.”

“How do you know that?”

“I- I don’t. Oh, oh no. I bought the ring and planned everything, what- what if she doesn’t say yes?” He started to tear up and call out your name.

“Oh, sweetheart. I’m sure she’d say yes. Come here.”

“O- ok, I need to ask her if it’s alright for me to hug you.” You smiled, “I asked and she said it’s alright.”

“Mk.” He immediately flung himself into your arms and nestled his face into your chest.

“You know, your- you smell like my Y/N and- and your boobs are exactly the same size too.” “Really?”

“Yea, I remember everything about her. She’s so s- special to me. You know, she’s going to have my babies one day too? She told me herself.”

“Well I think she’s one lucky girl,” you cooed as you held him and ran your fingers through his hair.

“N- no, I’m the lucky one. She’s too good for me. She’s like my light in the darkness. It’s like I’m a moth or a- a bug and she’s a- a UV bug zapper, I’m so attracted to her that I’d die just to get to her.”

“I- that’s a bit morbid don’t you think?”

“N- no it’s an accurate metaphor that portrays my love for her,” he snuggled closer into you and started to rub his face around your chest and sniff your hair. You smiled and held him even tighter, even closer than he was before. What you always loved about Spencer was his devotion, you never doubted his feelings for you— not once. He always found new ways to show his love whether it be with a simple hair tuck or by whispering how much you meant to him while he thought you were sleeping.

After a while of holding each other while sitting on the bed, you heard soft snores coming from the brown mop of hair below you. You gently moved him on the bed and tried to peel him off ever so smoothly to prevent him from jolting awake. You opened his drawer and pulled out his PJs along with a new pair of underwear and another pair of mismatched socks. He was so quirky and different and you loved every part of him.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard his soft whimpers coming from the bed. You turned around to see him making grabby hands in the air and pouting while his eyes were still closed.

“I’m right here, love. I just got you a change of clothes.” He pulled you into him closely, easing his head into your neck.

“Can I help you change? Once you’re all done I can come under the covers with you and we can snuggle some more.” He nodded his head in a frazzled manner, he really was the cutest. You tried your best to get him into his new clothes without moving him too much. It was a hassle but so worth it.

After you were done, you threw his used clothes into the hamper and made your way around to the other side of the bed. Once you were covered by your fluffy blanket, he climbed onto your chest while his face snuggled deeper between your breasts.

You shook your head while smiling, “You know some guys are ass guys and some are boobs guys. You are definitely a boob guy, huh?”

He smiled and lifted his head ever so slightly, “No, I think I’m a you guy!” He moved to envelop you with his arms. “I love every part of you, Y/N.”

“I love every part of you too, Spence.”

He seemed to have regained some amount of consciousness, “You know, while I was there with Derek and Rossi you were all I could think about. Not any of the women there, just you. No one can compare, Y/N. No one.”

You smiled up at him as he kissed the top of your head and pulled you closer to him. Right there, on your bed, was one of the many moments that solidified your love for each other. No matter what, no one’s love could compare to yours.

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PART 2

[lyrelyretheresmeninthathorse]

Indescribable

Summary: Spencer and reader enjoy their first date in a museum, discussing facts and feelings. (Soft-Prequel to World-Lines)

A/N: it’s been so long, I’m sorry! I’ve been so bogged down with uni I’ve struggled to find the time to sleep, let alone write! But I’m caught up now so will hopefully be a little more regular on here. I don’t think the paintings described here are displayed in America but let’s pretend. Let me know what you think! 🖤🖤

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World-Lines

The warm, ambient atmosphere of a museum had always been a comfort to you. The low orange lights, calming classical decor, and high ceilings creating a restrained, yet peaceful, atmosphere. Cavernous rooms allowed musing thoughts space to grow whilst hardwood floors sent your footsteps echoing throughout the halls. This delicate balance of ambient background noise and quiet reflection had been somewhat offset on this particular visit by your enthusiastic partner.

Whilst Spencer’s somehow endless spiel of information and factoids had changed the museum experience somewhat, you found yourself pleased with this change - invigorated almost. Listening to his, always expert, opinion in that comforting timbre of his was a much more enjoyable way to learn about the exhibits than their accompanying uninspired plaques; even if your brain was beginning to feel overful with new information. How he could keep so much stored in that brain of his was beyond you.

The pair of you had meandered to an intersection of sorts. The left, more well-lit, turn appeared to lead to a hall filled with more modern and minimalist sculptures. You could appreciate the form of modern artistry, however the pieces never seemed to quite strike you in the same way as more classical works. Looking up to Spencer beside you, you stepped closer and asked, “which way?”

He smiled down at you, appearing briefly distracted before his gaze swept over the two options. Unable to choose, it seemed, he returned the decision to you. “I’ll follow you,” he whispered, almost conspiratorially.

Ducking your head, in a poor attempt to hide the heat rising on your cheeks, you peered down the right hand corridor. Decision made in a sudden spur of decisiveness, you gripped his hand and pulled him down the right turn. He fumbled some strangled words and you felt his fingers flex beneath yours. As you came across the first painting of this particular exhibit, realisation struck you. Embarrassed, you quietly cursed and quickly dropped his hand. Wide eyed, you looked up to him. “Sorry,” you told him sincerely, “I completely forgot.”

Hand still outstretched where you had so suddenly dropped it, he shook his head with a faraway gaze indicative of deep thought. “I-“ eyebrows creasing together, he looked to you with a grin, “I don’t mind.” As if to prove this fact, he stepped towards you and softly took your hand back in his.

Voice dropping to a breathy tone, you squeezed his fingers and asked; “are you sure?”

He was swift with his assurance, “completely.”

Lost in the warmth of his gaze, you almost forget where you were. That was, until a disgruntled gentleman pointedly cleared his throat beside you. Jumping in surprise, you sent a wide eyed stare to the stranger before quickly stepping out of his way. “Sorry,” you mumbled to the man, garnering no response but an aggravated glance as he moved past you. Lips twisting, you glanced up to Spencer with a stifled giggle. “Oops.”

Heartily, he laughed alongside you before his gaze raised over your head and surveyed the room. Thumb stroking over the back of your hand, he stepped further into the centre of the expansive space. “Shall we?”

Following his lead, you looked over the paintings displayed against the pristine and light walls. A contemplative hum escaped you as you processed the almost disturbing images. “These are…” you trailed off, searching for a word that described the feeling that this morbid collection inspired, “intense.”

You looked to him to gauge his reaction and found that dissecting gaze of his looking over the array of artworks. Eyes still stuck on the paintings, he tilted his head towards you and launched into his awaited explanation. “You know, this particular set are supposedly some of the last paintings of Spanish artist Francisco Goya.” You nodded along to his words, pulling him closer to one particularly large and intense painting. “After his death these, so-called, ‘black paintings’ were found painted over the walls of his French home.”

Eyebrows raising, you clicked your tongue. “He had these on his walls?”

Spencer nodded the affirmative before providing extra detail. “This particular piece was found in his dining room.”

Dramatically, you gave a shiver; “imagine this guy staring at you while you ate.” Your lips twisted at the thought of it, “no, thank you.” He gave a chuckle.

There were other paintings to see, certainly, but something about this one was incredibly hard to look away from. “What-“ you stumbled over the question as you struggled to discern what you even wanted to ask, “what’s it even… about?” You could look to the accompanying plaque but you were sure Spencer’s explanation would surpass anything written.

Immediately, he provided your answer. “Actually, this particular black painting is called ‘Saturn devouring his son’.” He wiggled his free fingers dramatically as he provided the title, earning an amused giggle. “It depicts the Roman titan eating his child in a futile attempt to prevent his own overthrow.” He paused briefly in his explanation, before adding. “The painter had suffered through his share of failed revolution.”

You hummed absently as you listened, watching the painting with a renewed vigour in an attempt to discern why it made you feel so… well, that was the real question; what did it make you feel? Again, almost automatically, you looked to Spencer for an answer. “How does it make you feel?”

Unusually, his reply was not instantaneous. You allowed him a few moments but when his silence persisted past the minute mark, you looked up to find a pinched, thoughtful, expression had overtaken him. Lightly, you tugged on his hand as you softly called his name. “Spencer?”

He jerked slightly as he recovered himself. Looking down to you with wide eyes, he admitted almost sheepishly; “I’m not sure.”

“No?” You asked, surprised you had encountered a question that he did not know the answer to. “I’m not sure either,” you mused, turning back to the canvas, “there’s a desperation in his eyes,” you gave absently, “I think it’s tragic, in a way.” Eventually, you gathered your feelings. “Once you get past the intensity… it kinda makes me sad.”

“That’s…” he trailed off, the fingers interlaced with yours flexing as he sought words. “That’s an interesting assessment.

Huffing, you rolled your eyes. “Okay, Dr Genius, no need to make fun of me.” You smirked up to him in a reassuring show that you were merely joking.

“No,” he protested, turning fully to face you, “I mean it!” He looked so earnest, his free hand raising to take yours, as he spoke. “I’ve never thought of it like that.”

You still were not entirely convinced that you had somehow provided the genius doctor with a unique and fresh take on something so high brow, but you appreciated his attempt and so you merely nodded with a smile. With both hands now cradled by his substantially larger palms, alongside the bright and affectionate way in which he looked at you, you were unable to prevent the heat burning in your cheeks. Entirely sure that your face were shining a rosy red, you ducked your head and prompted. “Shall we move on?”

[safertokiss]

Through a Different Lens

A/N: Well, well, well. Lookie what we have here. New content wowza. I’d say I’m surprised it’s been a while, but I simply am not. Luckily another fic swap has arrived to get my creative juices flowing once again. The gods have gifted me with another perfect opportunity to write sub spence because I was given @writing-in-april as my person yet again. Hooray! Anyways I hope you enjoy and thanks all you cool cats and kittens for the support (we almost to 1000 yeet skrrt). Also, it just happens to be my birthday today so as a gift to myself I thought about subby Spencer for a while.

Pairing: SPENCER x READER

Category: SMUT and can’t forget that fluff

Word Count: 3.2k

ENJOY:)

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It all started completely by accident.

There was no possible way that she would’ve been able to predict just how much they would affect the poor kid. 

She could remember, clear as day, the first time she was forced to wear her glasses to the bureau due to her ongoing frustrations with the torture devices that were also referred to as contacts. There were only so many headaches and eye-waterings that she could take before the insecurity of wearing her frames to work shriveled below the point of caring anymore. 

But none of those previous insecurities held a flame to the amount of confusion she felt when she entered the bullpen and waltzed over to Spencer’s desk to say good morning with a shy smile adorning her face. Y/n hadn’t even been able to get a complete sentence out before the young doctor had turned to her and froze, his mouth hanging open like a fish, his eyes widening to the size of dinner plates, the harsh red blush she had seen before, just maybe not to this extent, engulfing his boyish features. 

Before she could even attempt to ask him what she had done to warrant such a response, he was spouting out a meager, “H-hey Y/n” whilst simultaneously scurrying off in the direction of the nearest bathroom.

Completely and utterly perplexed over what had happened, she had shrugged it off and made her way back to her desk, silently mulling over the interaction periodically throughout the rest of the day. 

It was a couple of the same type of interactions later that Y/n began to take notice of what was actually happening with the boy genius. The stiff and unnatural posture. The stuttering, granted that wasn’t something new, just much more frequent and severe. The audible heartbeat always accompanied by rosy cheeks and goosebumps. 

Spencer Reid was fucking turned on by the glasses.

And he didn’t even try to hide it. Or maybe he did and was just really, really bad at doing so.

Either way, Y/n quickly discovered just how much fun it was getting these reactions to pour out of the kid...so of course she kept wearing the glasses even after she was able to wear contacts again. He didn’t need to know that. 

It was so fucking easy too. 

She would just be sitting at her desk, occupied by some particularly troubling pages of a case file that makes her have to readjust her frames out of stress, when she’d hear a high pitched squeak across the bullpen, followed by the pattering of frantic footsteps she had familiarized herself with in former few weeks. 

While she felt some kind of guilt for putting him through this, it was nowhere near enough to overtake the genuine excitement and gratification that came with knowing she could have such an effect on the adorable doctor.

Of course she found him attractive...how could she not with his perfectly sculpted cheekbones and nerdy slicked back hair. Ultimately Y/n could understand his apparent infatuation with her wearing glasses as she had caught herself, on more than a couple occasions, openly ogling his own specs. 

Maybe they were both weirdos...the whole situation was almost as strange as the Converse kink that she secretly harbored for years. Although her intuition was quick to suggest that, just maybe, both of her unique infatuations stemmed from the same noodle-shaped source.

Perhaps her favorite reaction of his, though, came about during the little office birthday party that the entire team had thrown for him.

He looked so adorable in the gigantic birthday cake hat they had bestowed upon him, Y/n could hardly contain her giggles at the giddy smile adorning his face. She watched on in amusement as Spencer tried desperately to get the candles on his cake to extinguish, to no avail, at least until someone felt bad watching his struggles and decided to give him a hand.

“They’re trick candles Spence, they’re gonna come back on every time.”, JJ chuckled, subtly smirking at Morgan who was also enjoying Spencer’s ongoing struggles. 

A couple “happy birthdays” later and the rest of the team slowly began to disperse, leaving just Y/n and him alone in their own little space. He must’ve noticed this too because the blush that had already been present throughout the celebration beforehand seemed to deepen even further as he visibly swallowed down his nerves.

Slowly stalking towards the rouge kissed boy, she dragged a couple of her fingers across the surface of the desk, noting the way his eyes briefly flicked down to follow the movement before hesitantly returning his gaze to match her own. 

She also noted the way his knuckles were basically turning white from the amount of pressure he was using to grab the sides of the chair.

“You have a good birthday, Spence?”, Y/n drawled with a teasing smile, now standing directly before the trembling young man.

Seeming to snap out of whatever sort of trance he had been in, he hastily cleared out his throat before responding with a bit of trepidation. “Hmm...yeah-yes uh yes it was v-very good, than-thank you.”

She couldn’t even attempt to conceal the smirk that had made its way to her lips listening to the genius stutter through his words. Such a nervous, nervous boy. So adorable. So fucking hot. 

“Well that makes me happy. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself pretty boy.”, she paused her thoughts soaking in the little hitches in his breath surely from how close she was standing near him and the added nickname. Deciding to play a little bit dirty, she leaned over directly into his line of sight to reach for the cake set before him.

 “Now how about I take this away and cut it up for all of us to eat? Hmmm?”

His eyes darted immediately to the cleavage that was so graciously presented to him as she bent over to pick up the dessert, a sharp little gasp escaping his pretty, pink lips as his pupils dilated carelessly. 

Y/n inwardly smirked at his reaction and began walking towards the kitchenette, but only made it about three or four steps before being interrupted. 

“Did you know that in some instances birthday candles are safe for wax play?”, he exclaimed before seemingly realizing what had just escaped his lips, his hands flying up to cover his traitorous mouth. 

Bewildered, in the best of ways, by what had just been said, she slowly swiveled back around, facing him once again, before placing the cake on the desk beside her. 

“What was that Spencer?”, she grinned at the petrified man who hadn’t made a single noise since his unexpected declaration. The poor thing looked like a caged in animal with nowhere to escape. Perfect.

“N-nothing! I m-mean obviously it was um s-something, but j-just uh just forget what I s-said.”, he quickly explained while frantically shaking his hands as if he was hoping he could simply wipe your memory of the last minute or two away permanently.

“No, no please go on.”, she teased. “Now I’m intrigued. What did you mean by ‘in some instances’ Spence?”

She wasn’t expecting the look of confusion, however brief it was, that peeked its way through the overwhelming embarrassment that had been showcased on his face, as if he truly couldn’t fathom that someone was actually asking him to go into more detail about a topic. 

Still didn’t change the fact that he was completely mortified.

Clearing his throat, he hesitantly lifted his gaze back to Y/n’s, seemingly debating with himself over whether he could articulate the words to come out or not. 

“Um...well..usually many p-people who choose to e-engage in such act-activities will use specific types of c-candles that are uh more designed especially for pl-play.”, he paused and she drank up the way his Adam's apple bobbed along his throat. “Uh… basically depending on the t-type of candle that one u-uses, the amount of pain or um d-discomfort differs. B-birthday candles tend to b-be on the more painful side so only the couples who are in-into that kind of thing would ever really utilize t-them.”, he finished abruptly, his leg bouncing rapidly in her line of vision.

She still couldn’t really believe she had actually gotten him to say anything at all, nevermind an in depth analysis on wax play. In a weird way she was proud of him. Really proud. Sometime amidst her thoughts, she’d found herself standing directly behind his sitting figure, her hands resting on either side of him against the table, the goosebumps visible on his skin from the implications of the position they were currently in.

“That’s really intriguing Spencer. I’d love to find out someday just why it is you know so much about the subject, but I don’t want to make you go into cardiac rest anytime soon.”, she remarked, giggling at the shy smile that made its way to his mouth.

She didn’t even register reaching out to lightly touch his lips until she heard his sharp intake of breath. Until he turned his head so they were mere centimeters apart. Until she watched his puppy eyes dart between her lips and your frame covered gaze. Until the space between them seemed to be lessening with every sec-

“Hey pretty boy! Where’s my cake?”

Y/n grudgingly pulled back at the interruption, watching in amusement as Spencer’s body instinctively leaned forward as if his lips hadn’t gotten the memo and were still searching for hers. “It’s coming right up you lazy ass!” she yelled back with a grin on her face.

She looked back to the boy sitting before her and was almost mesmerized by the dazed look present on his face, the blush slowly retreating as he came back to his surroundings. She could tell there were words that he wanted to say, but they just didn’t seem to be forming fast enough to actually come out. Deciding to put their little moment on hold before he passed out, she walked back over to the neglected dessert and started heading towards the break room again.

“I’ll make sure to save you the biggest piece, Spence.”,she threw over her shoulder, chuckling at the bewildered look still that was still present on his face.

~~~

The day was a big success in her opinion. 

Spencer looked even more like a child than usual with the big shit eating grin that remained throughout the celebration and the bulky hat that he refused to take off. She could never understand how someone could have such an affinity for sugar as she watched him devour the huge slice of cake she had carved up for him.

But hours later, it was just her and Spencer left in the building. 

And she was not about to let that go to waste.

Y/n could see him from where she stood at the entrance to the kitchenette. She could see the way he slouched over his desk with his legs curled underneath him, criss cross applesauce, as he scribbled down whatever case file he was working on. She admired his determined work ethic, that’s for sure.

But now was simply not the time to work.

Spencer immediately froze as soon as her body situated itself to be leaning against his desk, painfully aware of her gaze on his tense form. 

“H-hey Y/n.”, he nervously murmured, the stutter once again making her giddy.

“Hey yourself doc. Wanna tell me why it is you’re still here working at such a late hour? Doesn’t the elusive Spencer Reid have better things to be entertaining himself with?”, she drawled, her piercing gaze making the poor kid squirm before her eyes.

“Oh um no...n-not really. I actually don’t mind working late. It’s k-kind of therapeutic in a way. But um...I’m happy t-that you’re here w-with me.”, he whispered the last part as if he was scared you wouldn’t appreciate his gratitude.

But she appreciated it more than he knew.

Noticing the little pencil holder situated amongst the file stacks on his desk, an idea popped into her mind that she just couldn’t shake, prompting her to pick it up and begin fiddling with it.

“Oh is that so pretty boy? Does my presence satisfy you?” Before he could even attempt an answer she “accidently” dropped the holder on the ground, the array of pens and pencils dispersing among the floor. “Oops my bad.”

Spencer immediately scrambled out of his seat and onto the floor to start collecting the colorful writing utensils, the perfect distraction needed for Y/n to situate herself on his desk with her legs spread open directly in front of his face. 

“D-don’t worry abou-”, his sentence cut off as he looked up and was met with the tantalizing sight of her white lace panties already damp with her excitement. She swore he could die happy with the way his eyes widened and cheeks flushed. She couldn’t help but chuckle lightly.

“See something you like baby?” Unable to even form words, the young doctor slowly nodded his head, eyes still locked on the obvious wet spot between her open legs.

“C-can I..can I um…”

“Use your words baby boy. Can you what?”, she spoke clearly, grasping his chin so he’d look her in the eyes.

“C-can I taste you?” She couldn't get over the desperate way he spoke as if he’d die of thirst if he didn’t get a drink from her.

“Of course you can sweet b-” Not even letting the words leave her mouth, his hands were eagerly pulling her panties down and off her legs, his lips instantly connecting with the heated flesh at the apex of her thighs. She swore his tongue and lips were enchanted with the way he was able to effortlessly maneuver his way around, easily picking up on what she loved. 

“Oh Spencer you’re such a good boy.” she couldn’t resist  threading her fingers through his silky hair and tugging slightly, an action she assumed he enjoyed based on the muffled whine she heard from between her thighs. 

It hadn’t even been more than a few minutes before she found herself already on the verge of letting go. No guy had ever been able to make her feel this good and just electric until now. He was quickly ruining her for anyone else in the future. She did not mind in the slightest.

“Baby I really wanna feel you inside me. Is that something you want sweetheart?”

He reluctantly pulled back after a few more kitten licks to her clit, wide eyes finding hers and whimpering out a broken “yes”. More than happy with his response she gently pulled him up by his hair and started undoing his belt, his oversized pants easily falling down without the extra support. Just another thing about him that she had come to adore. She was very pleased by the obvious bulge that protruded through his baby blue checkered boxers. 

Before she pulled those down too, though, she very gently reached up and cupped his cheeks, guiding his plump lips to her own, basking in the delighted whimpers that escaped his mouth at the soft but passionate contact. She released his lips with a slight nip and proceeded with his clothing removal, coaxing him to sit down in the swirly chair he had been previously residing in, before straddling his lap. 

“You ready sweet boy?”, she asked leaning forward to kiss his rouge forehead and cheeks.

“Mhmm I’m r-ready.”

Taking that as the go ahead, she cautiously positioned herself over his throbbing erection before slowly lowering herself inch by inch until he was completely enveloped by her tight, warm walls. 

“Oh-ohh my.”, he whimpered at the overwhelming feeling of being connected so intimately. Gently, she started to move a bit more, hesitantly lifting up before lowering herself back down, flush against his lap, one of her soft hands anchoring herself to his shoulder while the other caressed his flushed cheeks.

“I know baby, I know. You feel so good baby boy I don’t think I’m going to be able to last much longer.”

“M-me neither.”, he stuttered as the pace she had previously set seemed to increase in speed, the excitement and ecstasy getting to the both of them and subconsciously pushing the two of them closer to their shared release. 

The fire was quickly building within her body and she knew she was truly crumbling at the seams, but with the way his body was trembling and his dick was subtly twitching inside of her she knew he was right there too.

“It’s ok baby boy, it’s ok. Cum for me sweet boy. I want you to cum inside and fill up my pussy Spence.”, she muttered feeling the beginning of her end crash unexpectedly throughout her entire being, grasping onto the boy underneath her to tie herself to the earth. 

Overwhelmed by the utter euphoria of Y/n cumming around him, Spencer let himself get thrown off the edge, his hands tightening on her waist hard enough she was sure little bruises would form come tomorrow, not that she minded at all.

“Oh Y/n!” She watched on, obsessed with the way that his mouth fell open in a little o-shape as his eyes squeezed shut, the tell tale signs of pleasure coursing through his veins, the warm feeling that he left deep inside of her as she gently lifted herself from his shaking legs, reaching for her panties before the warmth was able to escape down her damp thighs.

Looking back at the trembling boy after cleaning herself and him up, she couldn’t help but melt at the lovesick, puppy dog eyes he was giving her, prompting her to lean forward and leave more little kisses on the top of his damp hair.

“That was incredible Spence. Really incredible. I’ve never felt anything like that before baby.”

She melted even further at the way he shyly dropped his head to somewhat hide the wide grin that had spread like wildfire across his face. There was a comfortable silence between the two of them before his head lifted with a questioning glance.

“How’d you-I mean uh how did you know that I liked you?” There was no way she could control the giggles that left her lips at his silly question.

“You weren’t exactly subtle with the whole glasses thing Spence.”

And then the only sound heard throughout the building was her full blown laughter at the mortification that speedily adorned his cherry cheeks.

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[slutforbabyspence]

Escapism (Spencer ReidxReader)

chapter 1

that’s a link to chapter 1 on wattpad (it should work?!) please go give it a read!

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fem!spencer reid headers + color palette + dividers [1/3] • use with credit!! • click for better quality

taglist: @jemilyology @scandinavian-punk @spencers-renaissance @thejeidhater @jelle-jareau @yourfinalbow @valentinespencer @moreidsdaughter @suburban--gothic @ssahoodrathotchner @alexandrablake

[reidreaders]

Your Insta If You Were Dating Spencer Reid Pt. 3

A/N: Requested by @its-jennarose thank u for giving me an excuse to make more lol <3

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

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y/n I ❤️ being a passenger princess

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drreid I ❤️ driving you around!

-> emprentiss you hate driving simp

babygirlpg best BAU coupleeeee

chocthunder he knows how to drive???

-> y/n he literally knows everything

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y/n can y'all believe this is what I sleep next to every night

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drreid Why do you have to keep posting pictures of me in bed?

-> y/n ur so cute when ur sleepy 🥰

chocthunder oh Jesus christ

-> emprentiss I second that

babygirlpg you guys need to be nicer in these comments he's cute and you know it

-> drreid Thanks, Penelope. ☺️

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y/n spent our day off having a picnic in the park

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drreid I had the best day with you.

-> y/n me too spence 😘😘

jenniferj such a cute date idea!

davidrossi Have fun kids!

ssahotchner Glad you were able to enjoy the time off.

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y/n coffee date before work!

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drreid My two favorite things!

emprentiss kind of rude you didn't bring coffee for the rest of us but ok

-> jenniferj so true

-> davidrossi so true

-> y/n Rossi???

-> davidrossi I hate the coffee here okay

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y/n halloween came early!

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drreid The ren faire was so much fun! Thank you for coming with me.

-> y/n anything for you...

ssahotchner Looks like fun! Jack said he wants to join you next time.

-> drreid He's more than welcome to!

babygirlpg I think true love might be going to a ren faire just bc your bf wants to

-> jenniferj I think you might be right

-> emprentiss well if that's the case, I hope I never find true love

Hope you guys enjoyed this one! My requests are open so lmk what else you wanna see :)

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[lizziela]

Instagram AU - Aaron Hotchner - Part 2

y/n_l/n

y/n_l/n: I think it's safe to say that the legos @/ladypen_garcia gave Jackers are being used more by his dad than the kid himself...

ladypen_garcia: oh God, next time I should get one set of legos each... 😅

y/n_l/n: @/ladypen_garcia I think Aaron would like that

aarhotchner: 🤨🤨🤨

y/n_l/n: @/aarhotchner 🥰🥰🥰

aarhotchner

aarhotchner: our Jack loved your date @/y/n_l/n

y/n_l/n: I love spending time with my little boy!

ladypen_garcia: how did it go?? what was his favorite part???

aarhotchner: @/ladypen_garcia he loved the sharks, especially the bull shark, he hopes next time @/drreid goes with him to teach about the different species of sharks!

drreid: @/aarhotchner I would love to, let's set a date!

y/n_l/n

y/n_l/n: sooo, what do you guys usually do when the date comes to an end?

aarhotchner: I carry my love's shoes!

y/n_l/n: @/aarhotchner 😘😘😘

derekm: you wouldn't like to know 🤨😉

y/n_l/n: @/derekm definitely not, lol

ladypen_garcia: mr. boss-man is WHIPPED!

em_prent: @/ladypen_garcia be careful, garcia, he can see your comments! 😅😅

y/n_l/n: @/em_prent 🙈🙈🙈

aarhotchner

aarhotchner: a much needed vacation!

y/n_l/n: I miss the beach already, especially seeing my little Jackers running around! ☹️

aarhotchner: @/y/n_l/n Jack misses you too!

jjjareau: Jack looks so happy!!!

y/n_l/n: @/jjjareau He is!! He loves the beach!

y/n_l/n

y/n_l/n: I'm telling you, I love them both. But God, the Hotchners are stubborn!

rossidave: What happened this time?

y/n_l/n: @/rossidave aaron doesn't listen to me, and now he's having terrible back pain!

ladypen_garcia: so beautiful this pic!

y/n_l/n: @/ladypen_garcia it's beautiful, but at what cost? Aaron is bedridden for the weekend after this 5 minutes shot!

aarhotchner: @/y/n_l/n I'm not bedridden 😒, I love you, though!

y/n_l/n: @/aarhotchner ok, you just can't walk straight! 🤷‍♀️ love u too...

Another one, that's the second part!

I hope you guys like it!

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[drreidfics]

Dr. Reid and the Broken Girl pt1.

DR. REID AND THE BROKEN GIRL (Working Title)

Characters : SpencerReid x FemReader

Warnings : Abuse, Hints of Self Harm.

CAUTION // TW // THIS BOOK DEALS WITH MATURE CONTENT SUCH AS PROFESSOR AND STUDENT RELATIONSHIP, SEXUAL ASSULT, SELF HARM, MENTAL ILLNESS AND SUBSTANCE ABUSE. IT ALSO INCLUDES A LOT OF RATED-R MATERIAL. IF THIS IS TRIGGERING OR MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE THEN PLEASE DON’T READ.

Here I am again, on the floor, begging him to stop. There he is again, laughing at my pleas and forcing himself inside of me. Almost every night he climbs into my bed, then in the morning, he pretends everything is normal. When anyone is around, he acts charming. He is able to trick everyone into thinking everything is fine. Well, it's not.

My phone buzzed to life at the side of me. The alarm was going off but I had been up for hours, staring at the flecks of dust dancing around the air. The sunlight streamed in through my thin, white drapes. It was beautiful out. It was the middle of May and bound to be hot out in Arizona. I could feel the warmth on my skin already. I needed to shower and get all this sticky sweat off my skin. It wasn't even mine. I felt disgusting. His touch lingered everywhere on me. The bruises he gave me stained my skin more than the self inflicted cuts.

'Morning Ms. y/l/n. Last night was lovely. See you at lunch?'. It was a text from Mr Reid. He was my psychology professor. Older than me, at thirty, he had long dark hair and deep brown eyes. His hair curled slightly at the end. He was tall and slim. Smart and nerdy, having two degrees and a doctorate, he left his job at the FBI for something less mentally draining. He had worked there since he was twenty-two.  I was twenty-one making our age gap quite small. Look at me, trying to convince myself that it even mattered. He was a lovely guy. Friendly, and handsome. He wouldn't fall in love with a student, and if he did, that student would never be me. He was too smart for that.

"Morning Dr. Reid. Thank-you for taking me. It was a fun eve! Yes, see you at lunch. We can have a chat about the stuff we saw yesterday =)". I read the message over and over again before hitting send. I was nervous as I usually always say stupid things. My low self esteem affected me very much. I was twenty-one, already with one degree and going back to do another. I was still living at Sharon's and I haven't had a boyfriend. He texted me back instantly.

"Can't wait! Need a lift to school? =)" I smiled down at my battered iPhone 6. I couldn't afford a brand new phone. I was lucky in that I only had to work a few hours a week at the local book store and that it was something I enjoyed doing. Sharon was good to me. She helped me pay for and make my way through college. I don't know what or where I would be without her. On the other hand, she brought the human spawn of the devil into my life.

"No thnx, Luna is picking me up =)" I sent but then instantly regretted it. I love my best friend but I would have preferred a ride with Dr. Reid. Our conversations were always interesting and insightful. We could talk about a wide range of subjects for hours and it would only feel like minutes passed.

"Ok, see u soon Y/N"

I smiled, almost forgetting my problems before catching glimpse of myself in the mirror. My fragile, battered body stared back. I sighed. He could never find a girl like me attractive. Not that it mattered anyway. Silly little girl crush.

After debating whether it was best to just find the nearest bridge in town and throw my self off or get ready for school (I am very mentally unwell), I decided on the latter. Luna had already texted me to inform me that she was about to set off. Knowing Luna, which I have had the pleasure of knowing for fifteen years (no sarcasm in there), ten minutes would be ten years.

I staggered down the dreaded stairs, almost losing my footing a few times, feeling light headed. I entered the brightly lit kitchen. It was so bright that I could feel an aching behind my eyes. The decor was simplistic, all white with gold features. Classic business mom who is never home asthetic going on.

       Sharon sat at the island, face absorbed in her laptop. She was in her late forties with short, mousey hair. I believe she would be referred to as a 'Karen'. She looked nothing like Dom. She was short, like me, and fairly slim. He was tall and muscular with broad shoulders. Quarterback star player with the strength to show for it. He could snap us both in half. Dominic is Sharon's only child. Yes, that is correct. She is not my mum. I lost her.

Sharon looked up at me, flashing me a warm smile, still bashing the keys to her MacBook. She took a sip of her black coffee, nibbling on some cold toast. "You look like shit" she stated; matter of factly, her face blank.   '"Thanks?'" I answered with a raised eyebrow. I walked over to the coffee machine and put in a pod, sticking my travel cup underneath. 77Kcals of goodness. All the fuel I will need this morning. "Sweetheart, don't act like that. You know I'm just saying. You need to sleep more" '"I know" I sighed. It was true... "But that makes two of us" I retorted cheekily with a grin.        "Oh sweetheart, don't I know it" she raised her cup as if toasting the comment before gulping the last bit of coffee.

Sharon was my guardian, though not anymore as I was an adult and of drinking age. She still cared for me though as if I were her own. My mom died when I was seven and my dad had a breakdown. He couldn't cope. One day I came home from school and he was gone. He didn't say a word to anyone. He packed up his stuff and  left me. I hated him for a while. The anger within me burned to my core. After a while I felt sympathy. He didn't get the help that he needed. If he did then we both wouldn't be in this mess. We'd be happy - together. I doubt he would know how to contact me now.

Aunt Sharon took me in. She wasn't really my aunt, she was my mom's best friend. She was the only connection to my mother that I had left besides her wedding ring. She loved her dearly and I believe she loves me dearly too. It's not her fault she can't protect me. She works herself to death trying to help me live my dreams. Dom wasn't the child that she had always wanted. He is doing nothing with his life. That is something I will alway's respect of her, single mom raising her child and somebody else's.

I loved her, though she did have the tendency to dish out tough love which often was way - way too harsh. And she was always away leaving me with him. I knew that if I'd only just tell her what he was capable of... What he would do to me when she left... She'd have murdered him herself with her bare hands. But it would kill her. I couldn't do that to her. He was the only thing she had who was blood. Me, I had no-one.

"shit! Is that the time? I'm going to be late. I gotta go, honey. Say bye to Dom for me." she pleaded as she stuffed the last slice of toast in her mouth and gathered her briefcase and her keys. " ...And make sure you have something to eat. You're wasting away!"                                   "Have a good day at work Shaz" I shouted after her. I doubt that she heard me. She was out the door in seconds, jangling her keys and fighting between speaking with me and the ringtone on her work mobile. I heard her professional, scripted 'Hello, Sharon Cormack speaking' as the door slammed behind her.

I made my way through the spotless kitchen Gina, Sharon's housekeeper, always did a good job. I grabbed a bottle of water out of the integrated refrigerator. I also grabbed my iced latte from the coffee machine. It was almost half eight. My first classes start at nine and Luna still wasn't anywhere in sight. I scrambled through my purse for my phone, ready to give her a piece of my mind. That girl would be late to her own funeral.

"You're up early" a voice from behind me sneered. It took all my might to not to curl up in a ball, trembling.

"I... I have school"

No reply. I felt him creeping up behind me, felt his breath against my neck.

"I can think of something much better to do with the day baby"  he whispered as he planted acid kisses on my neck. It burned. I squeezed my eyes shut, putting my hands up defensively. He pushed my back into the counter. A sharp pain ran though me.

"Please stop. I have to go" I whispered as his hand snaked its way up my neck, fist knotting tightly in my hair.

'"Why do you think a whore like you has the right to tell me what to do, hm?"

'- Hello? Katy?'  Luna's smooth voice called out in sing song.

Oh, thank god for her and her timing. He released me from his grasp and increased the distance between us. His eyes were clouded. I could tell he was pissed. I brushed passed him, running towards Luna, who was standing by the open door. I ran straight into her arms hugging her tightly.

"I thought you'd never show." I whispered. She rested her chin on my shoulder, stroking my hair. I could tell that she was staring daggers at Dom and I could tell he didn't care. Like I said, the same routine. Every morning.

By the time lunch rolled around I had had enough. had gotten into a lot of trouble with Ms. Hallows over an overdue assignment and I had spilt water all down the front of my jeans. It looked like I had pissed myself. My saving grace is that they were dark jeans and so it wasn't too noticable. That didn't stop Georgie from laughing and calling me pissy pants for half the day.

Georgie was the kind of girl that you would avoid in high school. Everybody wanted to be her but everyone hated her so bad. She had golden brunette locks, a slim face and a petite nose. Her friends Nova and Ari were just as bad. Everyone used to tell you that when you left high school things would be different. I am sorry to inform you that they don't. Bullies stay bullies forever.

I forced my way through the groups of students, crowded together in the corridors. The last thing I wanted was to be late for my chat with Mr. Reid

"Y/N" I heard Luna calling after me. I could tell that she was chasing me through the crowd of students.  "Y/N. Look, Y/N stop." I rolled my eyes.

"What?" I snapped. I could see the hurt in her eyes. She leaned on the wall, panting. I sighed. "I'm sorry. What's wrong?" I asked. I felt bad for snapping at her. All she wanted was answers, like anyone would have after walking in on what she did. But I don't give answers. I shut down. I don't tell anyone anything. She tried talking once we got in the car. I ignored her and I ran once we'd arrived at school. She didn't even need to speak. I could just tell what she wanted to talk about from the look on her face. I sighed again.

"Luna, I can't talk about this right now."  I saw the hurt in her eyes. If I kept pushing her away then eventually she wouldn't fight to stay. 'Good', a small voice whispered in my head. Maybe that would be for the best. She deserves better. Everyone does. I could just end my life today and nobody would care. I used to fight hard against the suicidal ideations that entered my mind but now I didn't see the point.

"I have my meeting and I can't be late. Taco Bell after classes?" I asked. To my relief, she smiled and nodded, that beautiful smile that I loved so much. She was so easy to please. I smiled and walked away towards room 1980. Dr. Reid's office.

"I love you!" she shouted after me smiling.

"I love you more!"

"Lesbians" Georgie mocked. She was stood near the bathrooms. I rolled my eyes.

"Grow up"

Luna was gay but we weren't together. We had been intimate a few times but nothing had come of it. But so what if it had? We both agreed it felt weird as we had known each other as friends for so long. We didn't want to ruin anything. Luna and I had been friends ever since she opened up my juice box for me in kindergarten and then hit the girl who had stolen my straw. We had been inseparable ever since. She's been with me through thick and thin. I'd hate to think where I'd have been if she hadn't been there when my mom had died. We are and will alway's be the best of friends. In another life I could see us growing old together, adopting puppies and children but sometimes, it doesn't work out. And if you love someone, you have to let them go.

I opened the door to 1980 and as soon as I did my heart fluttered in my chest. There he was, as beautiful as ever. He looked up from the book he was reading, glasses perched on his nose and smiled, he seemed glad to see me.

"Sweetie!" he said, a smile spreading across his gorgeous lips. He's the only person who calls me that.

"Dr. Reid"  I smiled back. My smile was huge and I probably looked so dorky but I don't care. My day just got brighter. I pulled up a chair next to him and kicked my feet up onto his lap. He rested his hand on my calf.

"So what did you think to the book?"

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Letting Go

Couple - Spencer x fem!reader

Warnings - Language, infidelity, not proofread

Summary - Spencer’s conflicting feelings for you and another is not something new. Will he let you go for her?

Category - angst :(

Word Count - 3.1k

A/N - This is for @/allteawell 1 year anniversary on Tumblr/writing challenge. ily Rose!

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He opened the door and was met with you sat at the dinner table. Spencer looked around seeing your home all decorated with lights and pillows on the ground in front of a projector screen.

He closed his eyes regretfully… he forgot.

“Spencer!” You ran to him as he dropped his bag and returned your hug, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

“How was the case?”

“I- it was fine.” You nodded as you snuggled into his chest. He held you close, much too close for his conscience as it was being eaten away by guilt.

“I- Y/N, I’m so sorry I didn’t-”

You pulled away and rubbed your hands on both his arms comfortingly, “Spencer, I know you would’ve called if you had time. You were busy with a case and I understand that, but let’s not waste the precious time you have at home, okay?”

He nodded, “Okay.” He gulped nervously, facing you was much harder than usual. Maybe it was because of your understanding and patience… or maybe it was because he was spending time with someone else when he should’ve been spending it with you.

You giggled and gave him a quick, loving kiss, “Happy belated anniversary, I guess?”

He laughed humorlessly, “Uh, yeah. Happy belated anniversary.” You grabbed his arm and led him to the table that was adorned with a chocolate cake from his favorite bakery. He sat down while you raced around the kitchen getting plates from the cupboard and other utensils for the two of you to enjoy a cake celebrating your four-year anniversary.

That was another thing he added to the list of things that ate away at his heart, your obliviousness.

You sat down beside him, making conversation that would typically take his mind off the activities he had participated in the last 4 days without you. Your phone calls and text messages went unanswered as his full attention went towards someone who wasn’t you.

God knew it wasn’t your fault for his actions, you were nothing but an angel. Taking care of him when he needed you to, listening to him talk, making sure he was loved— you did everything in your power to make sure he was happy. And that was enough… until 7 months ago.

“Spencer?”

“Hm?” He looked up at her as her bright eyes pulled the strings of his heart.

“Did you hear what I just asked?”

He shook his head, “Uh, no sorry. I was um, thinking about the case.”

“Oh, well I was asking you if you wanted to go out later this week?”

“I can’t,” the lies that rolled off his tongue so easily lit a burning fire of shame inside him, “I’m thinking of flying to Vegas to see my mom, and Hotch told me there might be another case. I’m sorry.”

You smiled, “Don’t apologize for wanting to visit your mom, it’s been a while since you’ve seen her anyways. I think it’d do you some good to talk to her again.”

He nodded, “Yeah.”

You quickly changed the subject and began to talk about a book that you just finished reading, going on about how he would love it. But your words were muted in his ears. He didn’t know why it was so hard for him to let go when he knew that he didn’t feel the same way anymore. He still loved you, but not enough.

Time had flown as he woke up from his trance by the silence of the apartment. Your dish was put away and so was his, you must have told him you were going to take a shower since the water in the bathroom was running.

He sighed and walked past the beautifully placed pillows and blankets on the ground facing the projector screen. He knew you loved watching movies via projector instead of tv— it was a small quirk about you that made him fall in love with you in the first place.

He ran his fingers through hair, he couldn’t understand how he let the situation get so out of hand. He couldn’t find it in himself to leave you, you were too precious to him. It’s not like he didn’t love you… it’s quite the opposite. He loved you more than anything… except her.

He changed out of his clothes and into a t-shirt and sweatpants that he usually wore to sleep just in time to see you walk out of the steamy bathroom.

“Hey,” you walked over to him and put your arms around him lovingly, “So I was thinking… we could watch Solaris tonight. Maybe it’ll make you feel better.”

“I don’t know, Y/N. I’m kinda tired and I have to wake up early for work tomorrow-”

“I get it, Spence. Don’t worry, maybe another time.” He nodded as you gave him a bright smile. He climbed into bed with you following closely behind him. You tucked yourself into his side and placed your head on his chest, right over his beating heart.

A heart that no longer beat for you.

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You walked into the bullpen with a lunch for you and Spencer in your hands. The clicking of your heels drew Derek’s attention from his screen.

He stood up to greet you with open arms, “Girl genius, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you.”

You leaned into his hug, “Good to see you too, Derek. Do you know where Spence is? I brought him lunch.”

He shook his head, “I’m not sure. I needed to finish the rest of my work but the rest of the team went out for lunch. Spencer isn’t with them though, he declined. What I do know is that he went to talk to Hotch before he left. Maybe he’d know where he is?”

“Yeah, maybe. I’ll go ask him. Thank you.” You gave him a slight squeeze as you walked up the landing and towards Hotch’s office.

“Anything for you, pretty girl.” You chuckled and knocked on the office door, waiting for Hotch to respond. You opened it when he muttered a quick ‘come in’.

“Hi Hotch.”

“Y/N, what can I help you with?”

You cleared your throat nervously, “I was wondering if you know where Spencer is?”

He sat up straight in his chair and put the file he once held in his hand down, “He said he was going out to lunch with you. He requested an longer break so he could spend more time with you.”

“Oh. Yeah of course. I totally forgot about that. I- I’m sorry for bothering you.” You shot him a quick smile and turned to walk out of the office. Before you could do so, Hotch put his hand on the handle, catching your attention.

You looked at him, confused. “You need to stop doing this to yourself,” he said firmly.

“I- I don’t know what you mean.”

“Y/N. Don’t play dumb, I know you know. You’ve known for a lot longer than you’ve let on.”

You shook your head and sighed while walking over to one of the chairs at the front of his desk, sitting while putting your head in his hands. He pulled out the chair next to yours and sat down next to you, “It’s not your fault.”

“I know. I- I just wish I was enough.”

“You are enough.”

“Yea, just not for him.” He placed a hand on your arm as you leaned into him, crying into his shoulder. Ever since you started dating Spencer, Hotch had seemed to fallen into the role of your father— after your biological one had abandoned you before you were even born.

“How long have you known?”

A frustrated breath left you, “For a while. I don’t know how long its been going on but roughly six or seven months. I d- don’t think I realized what was going on until four months ago though. I tried so hard to ignore it, th- the distance. I um, I could feel him slipping away from him me. How long have you known?”

“As long as you. He’s been lying for awhile.”

“Yeah, yeah I know.”

“Y/N-”

You stood up abruptly, “I- I need to go. I need to- to think. I need to go.”

“Alright. Hey, look at me.” He stopped you just as you were about to leave the office, “Come to me if you need anything. Absolutely anything, okay?”

You nodded at him as he held you close one last time. You left, dreading facing Derek at his desk. He looked up and gave you a solemn smile as you politely returned it. He must’ve known, it’s obvious to anyone outside the relationship, especially if they’re a profiler. You weren’t a profiler, but you weren’t stupid either.

But maybe he didn’t know that.

You knew he cared and loved you, you just didn’t know when you stopped being enough— when he felt that you didn’t deserve his attention or loyalty anymore. It started with the giggly, hushed phone calls at night, the longer “cases”, and the constantly increasing time he spent away from home. You didn’t understand how such a kind man could lie so easily. You didn’t know when it became so easy for him to betray you like that.

But he wasn’t the only one to blame. You stayed by his side no matter how hurt you were, no matter how much your heart ached. You endured the trobbing sensations while you stayed by his side, loving him just like before.

You were selfish… you didn’t want to let him go.

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Spencer quietly opened the door to your shared apartment, trying not to make a sound to wake you up. He thought he had succeeded until the sound of sniffling reached his ears, he looked over towards the source of the sound. You were sitting on the couch, hugging a pillow close to your chest.

He ran to your side and shook you lightly, “Y/N? Y/N? What’s wrong, w- why are you crying?”

You shook your head, not wanting to answer him. He pulled you from off the couch and into his body. The two of you landed on the floor with you in his arms. He could feel your shaking, the uneveness of your breath, the sadness that seeped out of you.

“I- I um, miss my mom. I think I’m going to go see her.”

He looked down at you after you whispered your words into, “Okay. Do… do you want me to go with you?”

You sat up, shaking your head, “N- no. You should stay, I- I need to go.”

“O- okay.”

“I’m going to go get my suitcase and um, pack.”

“How long are you going to be gone for?”

“I don’t know,” you began to zoom around your home, collecting your things he thought were unnecessary for your trip.

“Spencer,” he looked up at you, “You should go to bed, it’s late.”

“I can help if you need me to.”

You continued to pack your things, “I can handle it alone. I’m alright. I can make it on my own.”

“Y/N?”

“Hm?”

He stood up, walking over to you as reached for your hands, “What’s going on?”

You looked up at him, forcing a smile with tears dripping down your cheeks, “Nothing, love. Absolutely nothing. I- I just don’t feel great now and I j- just need some time alone, please.”

He nodded understandingly. He reached his arm across your back and leaned down next to you to give you a kiss on your cheeks. You leaned into him after he pulled away slightly and uttered a quick ‘thank you’ to him. He gave you a squeeze before walking away towards the room.

Spencer spent the rest of the night listening to your small cries from outside the room. He couldn’t sleep despite how tired he was.

The guilt from his infidelity was gnawing at him, he needed to fix it. He needed to tell you the truth. It was the only thing that felt right to him, after all the wrong he had done. Spencer hadn’t even considered whether or not you knew, it seemed out of the question to him since you hadn’t shown any signs of anger.

Either way, he needed to end it with her. It wasn’t her that stayed with him when he needed to be taken care of, it was you. The times he felt unseen by his peers were cured with your willingness to listen to him ramble on about irrelevant topics. It was you who had made him feel wanted and washed away his insecurities caused by years of bullying. You were the one who supported him as he handled the complicated situation with his mother.

Maybe the love he had for you at that point wasn’t enough, but it would have to be. He couldn’t let go of you, not after what you did for him.

He got out of bed when his alarm rang at 5 in the morning, getting ready to go to work and mentally preparing himself to end his affair. He walked out of the bedroom and was met with the soothing smell of coffee.

You walked up to him and gave him a cup while giving him a kiss on the cheek, “Here.”

“Thank you,” he took a sip.

“Mhm. Going to work?”

“Yeah.”

He headed towards the door before you blurted, “Goodbye, Spencer. I love you.”

He turned back around and quirked his head to the side, feeling a warmth spread through his body. A warmth he hadn’t felt in so long, “I love you too. I’ll see you when you get back from visting your mom.” He kissed you happily. Everything was going to be alright, he could feel it.

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The day was uneventful aside from him talking to Kate about ending things. It was hard for him, he loved her. She made him happy, but he owed it to you to stay. He wasn’t sure why he cheated on you, it’s not like he was unsatisfied. He didn’t know why he drifted away, but he would make sure that it would never get in the way of his relationship with you again.

Despite his feelings, you were important to him.

He walked into his home, the cold, lonely air hitting him. You had already left, you told him your flight was in the afternoon. He looked around, something was wrong. All the pictures of the two of you were taken off of display and placed on the countertop facing down. All your shoes were taken off the rack. Your coats and scarves that were once on the hook were gone too.

He walked towards the coffee table and picked up a USB that had his name written on it… by you. He quickly fished his laptop out of his bag and plugged in the small device.

A video file popped up on his screen. He clicked on it as you popped up on his screen. To say he was scared was an understatement. The video began to play.

‘Hey, Spence. It’s um, it’s Y/N. I- I mean you know that, I just um,’ you sighed, ‘This is a lot harder than I thought it would be. Y- you know I’m not good with confrontation and I- I know you don’t have the best track record with letters, s- so I’m recording this for the both of us.’

You took a deep breath and inhaled deeply, ‘I- I know about the cheating. I- I’ve known for a while now, but I could never find the strength to face it. I’ve been hurting for a long time now and I think it’s because of my denial and ignorance. I didn’t want to believe that I-’ You stopped to wipe the stray tears off your face and sniffle, ‘lost you. Y- you fell out of love and I didn’t and I didn’t want to accept it. I didn’t want to accept that the end came. B- but l- last night I was thinking and I realized that I wasn’t only hurting myself, I- I was hurting you too. I’m keeping you away from the person who you really love. I kept quiet so I could k- keep you.’

Tears rolled freely down his face as his heart shattered into pieces, how could he have put you through so much pain?

‘S- so I’m letting you go now. It’s not your fault for not loving me anymore, you can’t control your feelings. I- I just wish that you had ended things so we both could’ve been free. B- but I’m setting you free now, Spencer, so you can be with her. I- I’m letting you go because I. Love. You. I wish you all the best, Spence. They’re lucky to have you. I- I’ll always love you, till forever falls apart.’

The video ended as he stared mindlessly at the screen. You did what he couldn’t do… you let go. He was stupid enough to think that he could fix things. He screwed it up so badly, he hurt you— the one person who understood him fully.

Kate was great, but you were better. He just didn’t realize that until it was too late.

His mind wandered back to this morning, ‘Goodbye, Spencer’. You were saying goodbye to him, permanently.

He ran straight to the bedroom to look for your things, opening the closet and all your drawers to find them empty. You left him and it was all his fault. He collapsed to the ground in tears, he lost you. His dreams and aspirations with him were destroyed as soon as he betrayed you.

He sat there hyperventilating with his back against the foot of his bed. You were gone because you thought you weren’t enough for him, that your love was unrequited.

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You knocked on the door while pulling your sweater closer together, your suitcases and piled at your feet. The door swung open revealing Hotch in his pajamas. It took one look at you for him to realize why you were there. He helped you bring your bags in as you made your way to his couch. He sat down next to you while you cried onto his shoulder, mumbling unrecognizable words into him.

Your unsalvageable relationship served as a wake-up call. In your mind, you may not have been enough for him but you were more than enough for you. Now… you would love yourself until forever fell apart.

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Small Gestures

Summary: After a reading lesson with your favourite colleague, you become entirely distracted with his hands. To begin with, it doesn't seem like he's noticed but things aren't always what they seem.

A/N: I wasn't kidding when I said multi-fandom! I've been binging Criminal Minds and couldn't resist.

It had all started so innocently.

It had been a quiet few days, strangely so for the BAU, but unfortunately for you that also meant that paperwork had become the top priority.

Weighed down by the compact text you were trying your best to skim through, you quickly gave up and slapped the heavy file onto your already cluttered desk. Groaning, you rubbed the heels of your hands over your tired eyes.

“You okay?” Came a familiar voice from your left.

Swinging your chair to face Spencer, you gave him a lazy smile – the kind you knew made his eyes dart down to your lips, as much as he always clearly tried to stop himself. Smile widening into a full grin as he did exactly as you anticipated, you decided to take pity on him with a distraction.

Pushing the discarded file further from yourself on the desk, you looked to his uncluttered workspace and felt an envy burn through you. “How come you don’t have any paperwork?” Your whined question had been paired with a childish pout of your lips, something that had pulled his eyes straight back to them. Looking down to your hands, you wryly considered the fact that you weren’t doing a particularly fantastic job of distracting his easily diverted attention.

When he recovered himself, attention finally seeming to focus on the question you had posed, he shook his head as though to clear it before answering. Tapping his pen against the desk in an almost nervous manoeuvre, he twisted his lips with the words; “well, about eighty percent of all paperwork is simply reading. So, it doesn’t take me that long and…” He trailed off at the squeaking sound of your chair’s wheels shifting – eyes darting to you as you stood and moved to his desk.

“Teach me,” you requested playfully.

As was often the case, the doctor was unsure how exactly to respond to your playfulness. This time he settled into a serious response – seemingly taken aback by your request, he looked at you with a crinkled brow. “It’s not something you can learn in ten minutes,” he tried to reason.

One hand on the back of his chair, you peered over his shoulder. “C’mon,” you murmured close to his ear, “indulge me, doc.”

As you had anticipated, he obliged you quickly.

To begin with, he had simply talked you through how it worked. You were surprised by how much verbal explanation was apparently required but you had always been happy to listen to him ramble on about anything and everything. After the stress that had bunched your shoulders due to your excessive paperwork, it was relaxing to listen to his voice.

Eventually, he moved onto a practical demonstration. And that was when disaster struck.

It had always been fairly obvious to you that you found Spencer attractive. Your eyes would often linger a little too often, albeit more subtly than his, and your heart often fluttered when you looked at him. The way that he often looked at you, unable to stop himself despite the obvious heaviness in his gaze, never bothered you. If some small town local detective ever looked at you with that same, subtle longing, you would immediately make it clear you were not interested. Those kind of looks felt uncomfortable because you didn’t want them. But with Spencer, it was entirely different. You almost revelled in how hard he clearly found it to keep his eyes off you.

You had always felt as though you held the power in your not-quite-relationship with him, able to pull his gaze to you whenever you craved it but always in control of your own reactions to him.

Until this fateful afternoon, at least.

The lithe finger that slid down the page took entirely too much of your attention, your mind wandering over all the possibilities attached to his large hands. Tongue darting out to wet suddenly dry lips, you felt the hand gripping the back of his chair tightening as your mind wandered a little too far from the very professional workplace you were currently occupying.

Of course, he noticed the change in your demeanour. “Are you okay?”

Delayed, your brain struggled over a response. “Uh…” you let out dumbly before forming a more coherent response that was still filled with stuttered pauses. “Yeah, I’m fine… J-just trying to – uh – keep up.”

Confusion crimpled his features briefly before he nodded offhandedly and continued his instruction; once again drawing your eyes to his fingers and sending your thoughts scattering in a salacious direction once again. How you were supposed to keep your composure, in this situation you had placed yourself in no less, you weren’t sure.

Luckily for you, your job very rarely allowed long periods of relaxation and the pair of you were quickly interrupted by Garcia’s clacking heels. “We’ve got a case, kids!” Her voice whizzed past the two of you, almost trailing behind her as she tottered past you.

Strangely, instead of jumping into action as you normally would, the pair of you paused. Eyes catching one another, a moment of silence stretched between the two of you. Eyes ducking shyly from yours after only a more extended gaze, he closed the book slowly and placed the heavy tome back on his desk. “We should get going,” the words were less than enthusiastic and he made no immediate attempt to move away from you.

Although, neither did you. Instead, you met his gaze once more.

You were forced to move, however, when Morgan appeared behind the two of you. “You two not hear the woman?” he asked, a grip on your shoulder grounding you into reality. “Let’s go,” he encouraged, a hand gesturing for you to move.

Spencer very quickly came to his senses and jumped up from his chair, sending it skittering backwards on its wheels in his haste to escape. He spared you a final glance before rushing away entirely.

Your thoughts threatened to spiral over his hands once more but Morgan unknowingly pulled you back. “He alright?”

Too quickly, you responded with an aggressive nod. “Think so,” you muttered before rushing to the meeting room.

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As days went by, your ability to concentrate around Spencer diminished at an alarming pace.

The first time it happened again, the pair of you were discussing case details in the cramped spare office of a police station in rural Louisiana. The room was hot, to put it mildly. You had popped loose the top few buttons of your shirt, your modesty mostly covered by a black camisole you wore underneath but even that barely allowed you relief. It was almost hard to look at Reid, with all his layers of clothing still firmly in place, the mere appearance of his sweater vest almost infuriating in this heat. How could he still be wearing that?

The air conditioning unit stuttered uselessly in the corner as you fanned yourself with a crudely folded paper fan. He faltered in his words, mouth opening as if to say something else but clicking back shut when he thought better. “What?” You asked, suddenly impatient.

Clearing his throat awkwardly, he shifted in his seat, eyes darting back up to your eyes when he noticed your gaze. You felt some relief when you wondered over where exactly those eyes had darted up from. Although that thought sent an entirely new heat stifling through the room.

“Well,” he started slowly, before launching into a very in character explanation. “Fanning yourself is only going to make you warmer.” Immediately believing him, even without the imminent explanation, you tossed your poorly made fan back onto the table. “The contraction of your muscle actually creates heat in your body and therefore actually warms the air around you even more-so.”

You grumbled incoherently in response.

“Sorry,” he gave you, sheepish.

Perplexed, you leaned further over the table. “Why? You’re stopping me from overheating.” He nodded, eyes returning unseeingly to the papers before him. “Although,” you injected enough playfulness into your tone that he immediately looked back up with that perfect mix of excitement and trepidation. “You could fan me, huh? Then I wouldn’t get too hot.” You gave him an obvious wink, letting him know you weren’t really expecting him to perform such a service for you.

Still, in a pedantic show of dramatics, you slid the fan over the table towards him. You were gifted a lopsided grin as he leaned forward to take the outstretched object from you. Just briefly, the pads of his fingers brushed against yours before he pinched the folded paper from your grip.

Too obviously, you sucked in a heavy breath at the contact but he seemed too distracted by the dimensions of your fan to notice. “You know if you wanted to make this more effective you should actually fold it more like this.” Slender fingers turned the paper over, creasing it multiple times and presenting the finished product to you with a grin. “See?”

You would have replied, surely, were you not so distracted. His hands worked so quickly, effectively – every movement almost exactly calculated to complete his task. It was almost impossible not to consider other tasks he could complete with similar dexterity and efficiency.

You weren’t entirely sure what was wrong with you. It wasn't like you to get so stuck on something so simple, but it was beginning to severely impact your ability to think around the man.

The second time it happened was immediately afterwards, except there were far too many witnesses for you to come away unscathed.

The rest of the team rapidly bundled into the small room, their body heat causing you to almost melt into your chair but you kept your groan of aggravation to yourself. Prentiss almost collapsed into the chair beside you; the pair of you sharing an overheated look of similar distress.

Quickly, Hotch directed the group to summarise what details had been gathered about the case. Morgan and Prentiss quickly confirmed they had found nothing of particular interest from the victim’s home; Rossi explained that the crime scene indicated high levels of aggression; and JJ gave a rundown of her conversation with the wife.

When it was time to talk through the geographical profile, you were more than happy to let Reid jump up and explain your work to the team. It seemed far easier than peeling yourself out of the chair and sweating through an explanation that Spencer would enjoy delivering far more than you. Although your plan failed almost immediately.

Spencer had always been expressive with his hands, but you swore there was something different about how he used them in this explanation. His fingertips slid over the circles he had marked onto the map as he described… something… to the team. You reassured yourself that it didn’t really matter if you didn’t listen; you had worked up this profile with him so you could afford a little distraction.

In resistance to biting your bottom lip, you chewed on the end of your pencil in a mock show of thoughtfulness. But then, something strange happened. With his fingers still running along the lines of the map and his mouth still working to explain his train of thought, his honey eyes flickered over to yours. It was a quick little look, something strange sparkling in his eyes, but he didn’t stumble in his words as he usually would and he looked away so quickly you could forgive yourself for considering it a mere glance.

That was until he looked back at you. It was subtle enough that no one else seemed to notice, and his lips quirked up slightly before he looked away and continued with his explanation. He tapped one particular spot on the map with a pair of fingers before circling them around the spot once and moving on to do the same with two other locations. By the time his fingers had moved off the board entirely your eyes narrowed as you stared him down. He couldn’t know what he was doing to you, surely he couldn’t.

Hotch's voice quickly commanded the attention of the room. Well, all except for yours and the doctor's. Boldly, Spencer caught your gaze again and at the sight of your intensity trained on him he was forced to stifle a gleeful yet breathy laugh. Internally, you cursed him.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

Luckily, you managed to tune back into the conversation in time to hear Hotch’s orders. Thankfully, you weren’t expected to move from this room. Unfortunately neither was Spencer. The two of you tasked instead with narrowing down the location even further.

Your pencil was still caught between your teeth, eyes refusing to leave the back of Spencer's head. He had turned to look at the board again, leaving himself free from your dissecting gaze as the others quickly left the room.

"Looks like the heat's getting to you, huh?" The unexpected voice beside you pulled a yelp from you and sent the abused pencil clattering against the table.

Eyes darting to face him, narrowing in a glare this time, you scolded him. "Jeez, Morgan, you scared the shit outta me."

"Not my fault you're so distracted," he told you. The wickedly amused smirk he paired with the words made you sink several centimetres in your chair. Of course Morgan noticed your obvious distraction at the hands of Reid.

Embarrassment flooded your cheeks as you sent him a half-hearted glare. “Bite me,” you bit out, grumbling as he chuckled and left the room.

Eyes following Morgan from the room, Spencer quickly approached you as the door clicked closed. Instead of taking the chair he had previously occupied, he dropped into the one directly beside yours. Raising an eyebrow at him, you tried to follow his example and concentrate on the board in front of you. That clearly was not where he desired your attention, however, as he quickly began thrumming his fingers against the desk.

They caught your eye, as he had likely calculated they would, but you resolutely decided it was time to take control of this situation. He had enjoyed this for far too long.

You stood up quickly. With a single, huffed iteration of his name you managed to gain all of his attention. He gave a curious hum in response, eyes darting to you and immediately shining with that addictive mix of excited trepidation at your approach. You turned his chair for him, leaving him looking up at you and you revelled in the way his Adam’s apple visibly bobbed as he craned his neck.

“It’s like a thousand degrees in here, Reid.” You began, softly untucking his tie from his vest. You moved slowly, ensuring he knew he could pull away if that’s what he really wanted. If anything he shifted imperceptibly towards your hands. “Let’s loosen this tie a little, hm?”

“Uh-“ he struggled, squirming as your fingers brushed his neck, “sure.”

Loosening the already wonky tie was too quick, you wanted him to suffer a little longer. Tucking the loosened tie back into his vest you tapped his chest lightly as you wondered over what your next move should be. His top button was rarely done up and today was no exception but the button below it was tightly secured.

Slowly, you walked your fingers up his chest and towards this button. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as your fingers stopped over your target. You looked up to his eyes as though to ask permission and he tilted his head to the side, eyes trained so steadily on yours. You felt his hand close over your wrist, two fingers swiping over your hammering pulse. At the sensation, he shot you a smirk filled with pride.

Maybe he was still winning in this strange game of yours. It didn’t really matter, you were enjoying yourself too much to continue keeping score.

With one hand, you skilfully undid the button. Hooking one finger beneath the fabric, allowing your knuckle to brush against the skin you had just revealed, you pulled the fabric open by mere millimetres. It was doubtful anyone else in this situation would find such a small reveal so intensely satisfying, but the idea that he was letting you do this in only a semi-private space sent your heart pounding just a little more. Something he clearly noticed, given the widening of his grin as his fingers pressed slightly over your pulse.

Distantly recalling that the pair of you were actually at work right now, you flattened your palm against his chest and pushed him back slightly in his chair. “Much better,” you lamented, softly pulling your wrist free and turning back to your own chair.

“Shall we get back to work?” You asked, as you dropped into the chair, the playful tone never quite escaping your voice.

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