#ft. jj x emily

[byzcntine]

@dangerouswomxn​​ sent: ( sms ) : wanna do fake proposals at fancy restaurants for free food? ( emily @ jj )

[ sms to triple word score 45 ] ↦ a part of me feels as though i shouldn’t encourage this sort of behavior, but the other part of me is interested to see how people around us would act in the moment.  [ sms to triple word score 45 ] ↦ people always seem excited for those in moves/tv. [ sms to triple word score 45 ] ↦ do you think it’s always like that?

[spencerreidenjoyer]

guess | spencer reid x reader

wc: 2.3k, rating: explicit/18+

tags/warnings: slight exhibitionism/voyeurism, alcohol consumption (reader is not drunk during sex), lingerie, munch!spencer, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, unprotected sex

a/n: heavily inspired by guess by charli xcx ft. billie eilish, specifically billie's verse. yes the song dropped yesterday. yes i listened to the song once and decided to write a fic about it. i'm insane about s7/8 reid rn so :) (also posted on ao3!)

You swear you don’t mean to show off, but the miniskirt you’re in doesn’t help your case in the slightest.

Spencer had told you to join him at the bar for drinks with his coworkers, the bar just a couple blocks down from the club you were at with your friends. Your boyfriend had been away for most of this week and you really wanted to see him, so you don’t think twice about popping by to see Spencer. Besides, you hadn’t seen Penelope, JJ and Emily in a while either, and those girls treat you too kindly.

You realise how skimpily dressed you are when you walk into the bar, though, when you approach the very properly-dressed group of FBI agents at a booth in the corner. Your top is cropped and low-cut, revealing your cleavage, and you were wearing a little black miniskirt, the hem of which barely skirted the tops of your thighs.

Spencer has never commented on your fashion choices, often being the very satisfied recipient of your sometimes revealing outfits. But as you greet the BAU, his eyes are dark and hungry as they roam your figure. You smile at him with a whispered “Hi, baby,” before you kiss him chastely. The look on Spencer’s face is unreadable, other than the fact that you know he appreciates the view.

His gaze darts up at Derek from across the booth when he whistles at you.

“Looking good, mama.” Derek waggles his eyebrows at you, earning him a smack to the chest from Penelope and a hearty chuckle from Emily.

You lean over to hug JJ, Penelope and Emily in that order on the other side of the table, and you feel Spencer’s hand quickly snake across your waist, pulling you back to sit down. You glance over at him briefly, but he only keeps his gaze straight ahead.

���You are one lucky guy, Reid,” Emily laughs, and you feel Spencer’s arm curl around you tighter, pulling you in closer.

The rest of the night is pretty fun, cracking jokes and talking with Spencer’s team, but with the alcohol in your system from earlier, it only takes a few more drinks for you to get drunk. You’re extra giggly, half-sitting in Spencer’s lap, his hand not leaving your side. You feel the rumble in his chest when he speaks, saying, “I think we’re going to head home first. This one here seems a little drunk already.”

“I’m not drunk,” you lilt, rolling your eyes. You lay your head on Spencer’s shoulder, blinking hard before you meet Penelope’s gaze. You hear Emily defending you about how you aren’t drunk, but Penelope smiles at you and says, “I think boy genius is right.”

You frown deeply, almost comically so. “Penny! You’re supposed to back me up here!”

Penelope laughs, always so kind to you. “Come on, honey. Let Reid take you home.”

You huff, crossing your arms like a petulant child. You don’t notice the way Spencer’s gaze darts down to your chest shamelessly. Derek whistles, and you assume Spencer must glare at him because Derek is raising his hands in surrender, telling Spencer he doesn’t mean anything. What were they even talking about? You don’t know, but Spencer is murmuring in your ear about getting a taxi home, and after you say goodbye to all of his friends, you’re letting him guide you out of the bar and into the cool night.

You shiver, the very little fabric you have on not doing you any favours when the temperature drops. Spencer is quick to shrug off his jacket and help you put it on. His jacket is long enough on you, considering Spencer’s height, to cover your skirt.

“I swear alcohol’s supposed to warm you up,” you grumble, holding your arms close to your chest as you try to stay warm. “I’m fucking freezing.”

“You feel warmer for a bit because the alcohol is a vasodilator – it causes the blood vessels under your skin to dilate, increasing blood flow, which makes you feel warmer. If you drink more, the higher levels of alcohol actually work to shrink your blood vessels instead and make you feel cold. Do you have a headache?”

You shake your head, but take the chance to snuggle up to Spencer now. “You feel nice and warm.”

“Good,” Spencer says, holding you close. In no time, he flags down a taxi, and you two pile in and drive towards his apartment.

Spencer’s hand is drawing circles into the side of your thigh, mindless, but the touch is incredibly distracting. You ask him softly, “You’ve been touching me all night, Spence. Something on your mind?”

“You,” he whispers back. “Can’t stop thinking about your underwear.”

You squeak at his brazenness, smacking his chest. “You– Spencer!”

“I got a good look when you were practically bent over the table just now,” Spencer continues, his voice a low rumble in his throat. “Didn’t even give me a chance to guess.”

You gape at him like a fish, but Spencer smiles and murmurs in your ear, “You know how much I love when you wear that lacy black pair.”

You bite down on your lip, trying not to moan like a whore in the back of this taxi. You just look at him, silently wishing he’d do something. Spencer presses a kiss to your jaw, and you feel your cheeks heat.

Thankfully, the driver is quick to announce that you’re at your destination, and you and Spencer stumble out of the cab quicker than you’d like to admit. Spencer doesn’t even wait for his change before he slams the car door shut.

Spencer crowds you against the back of the elevator, an old, rickety thing with no camera, so you feel less bad when Spencer slips his hand under your skirt and past your panties, his finger sliding between your wet folds. “Spencer!”

“You’re so wet for me already,” Spencer groans, kissing down your neck desperately. His fingers are so tantalising, rubbing up against your clit, your hole. “You’re so sexy.”

“Spencer,” you whine. “Hurry up and fuck me.”

The elevator doors creak open on Spencer’s floor. “Let’s go, then.”

Spencer barely locks the door behind you before he’s kissing you, eager and sloppy and desperate. It’s so hot, his large hands on your waist pulling you closer to him, and you feel the growing problem in the front of his pants.

“Spencer,” you moan. You feel his hands push up your skirt, feel him wedge his leg between your thighs. You must be soaked through your underwear by now, and you shamelessly rut your hips forward to grind against his leg.

“You know I love your fashion sense, my love, but this is slutty even for you.” Spencer’s voice is dark when he says it, and you whimper. “You’re dressed like you want somebody else’s attention.”

Your eyes widen and you look up at him. “No!”

“Derek was eyeing you like a piece of meat earlier. Emily, too.” Spencer frowns.

“I only want you, baby,” you insist, holding onto Spencer’s arms. “Only want you to notice me.”

“I am the only one who knows the colour of your underwear,” Spencer hums, his fingers skirting the waistband of your panties. “And fuck, you look good in them.”

“Please, Spence,” you whine, your plea lilting off into a gasp as Spencer lifts you, getting you to wrap his legs around him. You’d seen how he looked when he was younger, so scrawny he looked like he’d get swept away if the wind blew too hard, but now, he’s got more meat on his bones. His body is a pleasure to look at, let alone feel under your hands, which you’re happy to do now.

You touch the firm lines of his body through his shirt, as Spencer carries you to his bedroom. You mumble, hands frisky, “You’re so hot.”

“Says you,” Spencer smiles. “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby.”

You grin as he lays you on his bed, gasping when he slides his palm over your wet cunt through your underwear. His thumb flicks over your clit through the lace, the material dulling the electrifying sensation. you whine, “Spencer, please.”

Spencer tsks, looking down at you. “Let me take my time with you, darling. You’ve been teasing me all evening.”

He presses his thumb against your clit a little harder, making you moan loudly. While he tends to tower over you in bed, you also deeply appreciate the view of him getting on his knees so he can make a home between your thighs. His hair is wild, unruly, and you run your hand through it, admiring it. Keeping your gaze, Spencer leans down to kiss your pussy.

You feel his warm breath on you, the scratch of his stubble on your skin, pinned down simply by his gaze as his tongue darts out to lick you over your underwear. You whimper, as Spencer wraps his arms around each of your thighs, using you as an anchor as he presses his face between your legs.

You sob, because what Spencer’s giving you just isn’t enough, not when you need to feel his tongue on your cunt. He thumbs at your hole through the fabric, dipping into your wetness in a cruel approximation of the pleasure he usually gives you.

“Fuck me,” you groan. “Take my panties off already.”

“Not yet,” Spencer hums. Instead, he pushes your panties to the side, lets his fingers slide over your cunt. You gasp at the sensation, his rough, calloused fingers sliding over your wetness, and then you feel the warmth of his tongue.

The sounds his mouth makes as he eats you out are filthy, obscene. His tongue flicks over your cunt with a practised precision, familiar with what makes you tick, the wet, slick sounds too overwhelming. Your toes are curling with how good Spencer makes you feel – legs trembling, breathing heavy. You can’t stop the whimpers that leave your lips, almost helpless in the way you moan for him.

“Please,” your voice is shaky as you cry out for Spencer. “I need you so bad, baby."

Spencer hums against your cunt, the vibrations sending shocks up your spine in your pleasure. “Okay, my darling.”

Finally, finally, he’s sitting up and pulling your panties down, your little skirt still pushed up to expose your cunt. You look up at him, silently wondering why he hasn’t taken it off. He plays with the soft fabric in his hands almost absentmindedly and says, “I think we should keep it on.”

You blink up at him, not coherent enough to say anything about it. Instead, you watch him take his shirt off – you whistle at the sight, while he just rolls his eyes. He unbuckles his belt and push his pants down, his cock bobbing up, hard and red and leaky. You bite your lip, thinking about how he’ll feel inside of you.

“Kiss me,” you whine, and Spencer smiles at you. He tastes of you when his lips press against yours, and he’s quick to deepen it, his tongue in your mouth, like he's close to devouring you whole.

While he kisses you hungrily, you feel his hand between your legs, moving to line himself up with your entrance. You moan as the blunt head of his cock presses up against your hole, the sensation you’ve been craving all evening. Cruelly, he rubs up against you just like that, sliding between your folds but not giving you the satisfaction you need. You’re close to biting his head off.

“Spencer–” you start, but Spencer decides to press his cock into you right at that moment, and you sob with the way his thick length splits you open. Every time he fucks you, you feel like he was made for you, filling you up in all the right ways, feeling so perfect on top of you, inside of you.

You meet his lips and kiss him lazily as he starts to thrust into you, at the perfect pace, just deep enough to hit all the right spots. It’s too good, Spencer knowing you and your pleasure like the back of his hand.

“Fuck,” Spencer groans against your mouth, finally showing some sign of his unravelling. “You’re so tight, darling.”

You gasp, groaning his name, legs wrapped around his waist to pull him closer, feeling like you could fuse into one person with how much you’re clinging onto him. You press your forehead to his shoulder, moans punched out of you with every one of Spencer’s thrusts.

“Feels– Feels so good, Spence, love you,” you cry.

“I love you too,” Spencer groans, voice low and rumbly in his chest. “You’re so perfect, my love.”

You sob as your orgasm hits you, crashing into you like a tidal wave. You shake as you come, feeling so positively overwhelmed with the way Spencer fucks you, the way he holds you, the way he kisses you. You can’t feel your legs as you come down from your high, head spinning with all the pleasure. “Spence…”

“I’m– Fuck–” Spencer’s tripping over his own words as he comes right alongside you, your clenched pussy sending him over the edge too. He blows his load deep inside you, sticky and hot and so satisfying. You can feel how hard he’s breathing as your mind clears, his arms trembling as he holds himself up so he doesn’t end up collapsing onto you.

“You’re perfect,” you hum in Spencer’s ear, soft and gentle as you kiss the side of his head. You pull him in close, letting him rest his weight onto you, and your hand goes to stroke his hair softly. “So good. I love you.”

“Thank you. I love you more,” Spencer groans, his voice a little raspy already. “I’m sorry if I was too possessive over you in front of my friends tonight."

“All is forgiven, especially since you were sexy as fuck,” you grin up at him. “You’re always sexy.”

“Says the girl in a miniskirt and black lace panties.” Spencer smiles.

“All the more I know what I’m talking about, then,” you giggle, before kissing him slow.

[jenniferjareauwife]

Pinky Promise

pairing: jennifer jareau x cowgirl fem reader

category: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 1362

summary: jj doesn't let you know she's gonna be late to get home from a case which sends you into a spiral

I had called JJ six times and she wasn't answering. She was supposed to be home by now.

texas hold 'em 🤠- jj

texas hold 'em 🤠- jj please answer

texas hold 'em 🤠- just tell me you're ok

texas hold 'em 🤠- jj you're really scaring me

texas hold 'em 🤠- if you're dead i'm gonna kill you

Another hour of her not answering and I decided to call Emily. "Emily is JJ ok?"

"Yeah she's ok." Emily asked, sounding worried. "What's wrong?"

"I've called her a million times and texted her even more and she hasn't answered and it's been hours and-"

"Y/n. She's ok."

"But she was supposed to be home by now." I sniffled.

"The case ran long. I don't know why she didn't tell you. Maybe she lost her phone or maybe her phone is dead. But she's ok."

"Is she there? Can I see her?" Hot tears were steaming down my face.

"She's not with me but I know she's ok. I heard her voice over the radio just a few minutes ago." That calmed me down a little bit.

"Ok...thanks Em."

"I'll let her know you want to hear from her."

"Need to hear from her."

"Ok. I'll let her know you need to hear from her." She confirmed.

"Thank you Em. Thank you so much. And can you send me the address for the landing strip when you're on your way back?"

"Of course." I hung up and put my phone down on the nightstand, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders.

Three hours later I got a phone call from JJ. I answered it immediately. "JJ..." I trailed off as I tried not to cry.

"I'm so sorry for not answering you baby." Her voice was sympathetic. "My phone died on the way to catch the unsub and it took hours."

"How could you do that?" I sniffled. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah. I'm ok baby."

"You were supposed to be home yesterday and you didn't text me or anything. I thought you were hurt or you died or the plane crashed-"

"Hey. You're spiraling. I'm fine. I promise I'm fine."

"I couldn't sleep I thought you were dead." I was sobbing now.

"Baby I'm so sorry. I really am. But I'll be home in a few hours I promise. I'll send you some more voice memos so you can sleep."

"Thanks." I sniffled, hugging one of her hoodies.

"Of course baby. I'm gonna hang up now. I love you so much. I'll be back before you know it."

"I love you too. I'll meet you at the landing strip." She hung up and I waited for her memos to send.

I listened to them one by one but they weren't making me feel any calmer. I ended up grabbing my phone to text her again.

texas hold 'em 🤠- can u ft?

Honey 🍯- Sure.

I FaceTimed her and immediately felt my heart soften when I saw her face. She looked beautiful as ever and she had no injuries. "What's wrong baby?"

"I can't sleep and I wanted to see your face." I whispered, propping my phone up onto a pillow so I could see her face.

"Do you just need to see my face or do you need me to say something?"

"I just need to see that you're ok." I hugged her hoodie even tighter.

"Ok. I'll stay on the call until you fall asleep. Does that sound ok?" I nodded.

"Thank you."

"Get some sleep baby. I love you."

"Wait wake me up before you land. I'm gonna meet you at the landing strip."

"Ok. I'll wake you up half and hour before we land."

"Thank you. I love you."

"I love you too." She blew me a kiss and I closed my eyes.

I raced to the landing strip as soon as JJ told me she was 30 minutes out. I leaned against the side of my car, watching the sky for incoming planes.

It was another ten minutes before the jet came in and as soon as the stairs came down I rushed up them, pushing Derek out of the way and jumping into JJ's arms as soon as I saw her. She dropped her bags and wrapped her arms around me. "I'm here baby. I'm right here." She kissed the top of my head, rubbing my back while my legs wrapped around her waist.

"I don't know what I would've done if I lost you."

"You didn't lose me. I didn't even get hurt my love."

"But you were late and you didn't text me. With the job you have I need you to text me if you're gonna be late."

"Sweetheart I'm so sorry. We can go home and watch your favorite movie and get pizza and-"

"I just wanna cuddle. Can we please cuddle?" I didn't even realize that we were at my car and JJ was putting me into the passengers seat.

"We can cuddle but are you sure you don't want to order good or watch a movie?"

"No. I just wanna hold you." I reached for her hand and held it tightly as she started driving.

"You can hold me all you want baby."

When we got home I was ready to get comfortable in bed with her but she decided to head to the bathroom first. I stood the door, waiting for her to come out.

When she came out she jumped when she saw me. I guess she didn't expect me to be waiting for her. "Hi?"

"Hi!" I smiled widely and opened my arms for a hug.

"Come here." She pulled me into her arms and made her way to our bed. She flopped down on her back and I crawled on top of her. I nuzzled my face into her neck while I straddled her torso, hugging her as close to me as possible. "It almost seems like you wanna cuddle."

"Shut up." I mumbled against her neck, really just wanting to sleep and cuddle her as I did so. "You were gone for over a week and I was worried out of my mind. So stop teasing me. Please."

"Ok baby. I'm sorry. You can go to sleep." She wrapped her arms around my body, holding me snugly against her.

"Goodnight. Love you so much." I mumbled.

"I love you too."

I woke up to JJ wiggling from underneath me. I whined and gripped her shirt. "Baby I need to get up."

"No." I nuzzled my face even more into her neck if that was possible.

"My love I need to start my day. You can still sleep, you just need to let me get up." I felt my heart beating faster at the thought of her leaving. "Come on baby. Get up." She tried to sit up but I didn't let her.

"Please." I could barely hear myself but I knew I had persuaded her. She tightened her grip around me and laid back down.

"Ok baby. I'll stay." She stroked my hair, tilting my head to kiss my forehead. "Wanna tell me what's going on?"

"Just don't want you to go. I need you to be here." I whispered.

"Well I'm right here my love. I'm not going anywhere."

"I need to feel you...you know? I thought I lost you."

"So you need to feel me to reassure yourself that I'm here?" I nodded. She put it into words perfectly.

"We can stay like this as long as you need baby. I'm sorry. I didn't realize you needed this."

"It's fine." I mumbled. "Thanks." I snuggled further into her, closing my eyes again and getting ready to fall back asleep.

"Of course baby." She stroked my hair, tenderly kissing my forehead and my hairline every few seconds. "I'm always gonna be here for you."

"Promise?" I lifted my head up and held out my pinky. "You've gotta pinky promise though. That way you can never break it." She smiled and linked her pinky with mine.

"I pinky promise." She kissed her fist and I kissed mine. "I love you so much."

"I love you too."

[the-guilty-writer]

Spencer Reid Masterlist

Oneshots:

Spencer Reid x daughter!reader:

Lazy Genius: reader decides to skip a school assignment, and her dad isn't happy about it.

Statistics, Rubix Cubes, and Waiting Rooms: Your dad, Spencer, sits with you as you wait for your psychological testing to begin.

To Start: you and your dad, Spencer, talk on the way to your first therapy appointment.

Intoxicating Hurt: If anyone knows how intoxicating hurting can be, it’s Spencer Reid. If anyone knows that there’s a better way to take pain away, it’s Spencer Reid.

Big Day, Huh?: (child!reader) Spencer's autistic daughter has an eventful morning at the BAU.

I'd Better Ask Emily: When Spencer goes looking for your school notebook and accidentally reads your diary instead he goes to the BAU bisexual badass for help.

Death by a Thousand Cuts: After you hear about JJ's feelings towards your dad, you tell her the truth about how you feel about her too... and it's not friendly.

Crave and Courage: Spencer comes home from a case to find you torn between crave and courage.

No Matter What: Spencer helps his daughter with BPD through an anger breakdown.

Spencer Reid x teen!reader:

The Washington Tales: Spencer's busy schedule leaves you feeling lonely. You run away, finding company in an old friend.

You're Real: As you get deeper and deeper into a depersonalized state, your dad doesn’t need to ask- he already knows the best thing he can do for you.

Spencer Reid x reader:

Perfect Anyway: (GN!reader) Wounds don’t always heal perfect, but Spencer makes sure you know just how perfect you are.

Valid: After experiencing a non-epileptic seizure, Spencer refuses to leave your side.

We Need You That Way: (GN!reader) Spencer reminds dyslexic reader that they’re a valuable part of the team.

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Series/Multipart:

Thirteen: (mostly platonic!reid) reader waits by the river and reflects on a time in their life filled with love, loss, and sacrifice. Completed (Part One)(Part Two)(Part Three)(Part Four)(Part Five)

The Happen Anthology: (Spencer Reid x daughter!reader) Spencer's daughter was kidnapped And then she was saved But what happened then effects what happens now.

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Headcanons:

Spencer Reid x daughter!reader:

Getting an autism diagnosis

Helping you with your eating disorder (ft. Garcia)

[bensonsbobblehead]

The Village it Takes

pairings; Spencer Reid x Mom!reader (ft Daughter!oc)

Spencer fakes his death ( basically how Emily did) leaving you and your 11 year old daughter behind.

Content Warnings; angst, sadness, talks of death and grief, fluff

a/n; Hiii, so so sorry about the wait, I've decided not to make a taglist because I don't know how and I don't want to do it the wrong way. Im also back active for a while now so please send request. {first , second}

[masterlist]

You held your daughter as she was shaking in your arms watching as Spencer ran to catch the elevator before it closed. You ignored him only squeezing Ronnie tighter as she calmed down.  He hit the emergency stop causing Ronnie to cry harder burying her head into your chest. 

“What the fuck Spencer? You're scaring my daughter." You never referred to Cameron as just "yours" until now, you knew how badly it would hurt him especially after seeing the shock in his eyes.

“Just listen, I’ve spent the last three years trying to get back to both of you. I hate that I missed so much of your lives especially you, my moon.” He grabbed Ronnie’s chin and wiped her tears.

He started calling her that on the long nights when she couldn’t sleep. Spewing facts about the moon with a little Cameron on his chest. Making her completely fall in love with the nighttime. Cameron had so many questions and ideas about the night sky and it was something special the both of them shared.

He never could wrap his head around why she loved his voice so much as a baby. Probably because of the countless hours he spent talking and reading to your pregnant belly at night or even over the phone when he was on a case. 

“I begged Aaron to bring me back I’ve looked for loopholes for years so I can get back home to you both, You guys lost one person but I loss both.” He said with tears in his eyes, it was true this entire time was hard for Spencer. Not being there for his daughters birthdays and christmases. Missing your anniverises and birthday it was hard. 

“I’m so sorry my Ronnie, you didn’t deserve this. I know I missed your ceremonies and games and I wish I could go back in time to change it all. I’m so sorry, Please accept my apology whenever your ready.” Looking at his daughter and taking in her beauty, he never wanted to hurt her. 

She looked liked the both of you and was an even better person than you both. She looked up at her father with tears still falling taking a breath before speaking, “I just missed you so much daddy.” She buried herself into his chest and they both sobbed together. 

“My life sucks without you in it, please don’t leave again. I wouldn't know what to do” the teenager begged,

“I won’t baby, I won’t” Spencer said rubbing the top of her head. 

“Let’s go home” you said turning the elevator back on. You all headed to the car Spencer getting in the back with Cameron, holding her tightly, you watched them in the rear view mirror. 

You had no idea how to feel. You had him back, your husband, your first real love was alive after three years of thinking he was dead. Yet you were still so angry at him and everyone involved for faking his death, especially Hotchner and JJ.

They watched you breakdown at family dinners that they were so kind to invite you to. Barley holding it together until Cameron was in the back chasing the other kids. 

Aaron was there a lot, with Jack and Cameron going to the same school, he would take her on the days he knew you couldn’t handle it. You hated them, this all could have been avoided. Why not make us all disappear? Why just Spencer? 

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you arrived at the house. All of you hopping out and heading in. 

“Go shower and get ready for bed Ron” you said as you took of your shoes and sat your bag down. 

“Can I sleep with you guys tonight?” She asked softly looking at you for approval, Spencer allowing you to answer. 

“Of course sweetie.” You said as she smiled and headed to the bathroom, you waiting until she closed the door and started the shower before turning around.

“Y/N.. I have no idea about how you feel—“ 

Before he could finish your anger took over, you had never been this upset, especially with him. You smacked him again before you could stop yourself, and continued to hit him in the chest repeatedly. 

His chest was bigger and stronger which made you even more upset, he was here, and you thought he was gone.

“Y/N, Stop!” He yelled grabbing your arms and pulling you into his chest. You fought back but he pulled you into his chest.

“No idea how I feel? It was so hard to breathe without you Spence. Raising a teenage girl who was grieving while grieving myself it was impossible. And you were still here? Jeez Spencer maybe a sign you were still out there?” You cried harder as he wiped your tears falling into his touch. It was like home no matter how upset you were, Spencer could and would always make you feel better.

“I’m so sorry, I hate that it happened this way. I fought y/n, every chance to get back to you and Cameron.” He broke down as you watched silently before you burst pushing him away.

“Not hard enough! Look, I understand it was to keep you safe and it worked and I’m so thankful for that but you weren’t here. 

On top of the way Cameron was grieving, I almost didn’t make it without you.” Thinking of her first panic attack since his death and the long hospital visit that followed after. It was when you really saw the effects of grief. Helping her heal was your only priority but it took a toll on you. 

Now wasn’t the time for that cause you finally let yourself go and buried yourself into his chest.  You were one of the very few people to be this lucky. Your husband was dead but now he’s back and holding you tighter than ever. 

“I know that was unbearable and I know I can only apologize. Y/n I promise I will never leave you or our daughter again. 

I spent three hundred and seventy eight days away from you and I never want to again. You both are life and I was nothing without either of you. 

I even sometimes wish I was really gone. The thought of never getting back to you guy’s consumed me. I’m just glad to be back”

 He cried harder causing you to whisper sweet nothings into his ear. Your heart broke more for him knowing how much he struggled, he lost you both too.

“Don't say that Spencer, you knew you were coming back to us. I’m just so glad you’re home and safe.” you said pulling away to look him in his eyes. Moving to connect your lips, kissing him was always perfect. You fit into each other perfectly. You both pulled away as you heard the shower turn off. 

“I love you Mrs.Reid.” He said kissing you on the forehead causing you to smile. You all continued to get ready for bed until you all were finally laying down, with Cameron in between you and Spencer. 

This was the first time you genuinely seen a smile on your daughters face. You’re so grateful she has him back that you both have him back. 

"Are you going to leave us again?' Cameron spoke up as you all watched the movie together.

"Because I don't think I would be able to handle it dad" her voice broke with a tear falling from her eye as she looked up at her. It was a good question, would he leave again?

"Oh honey, I promise I will never leave you again, it was a mistake to go without you both ill never do it again" he told her looking at you both so you knew too. You smiled at your wonderful husband still in awe at the fact he's home.

Cameron snuggled into her dad laying her head on his chest with you snuggling into her back. You all sat and watched your favorite movie Ron was fast asleep with you following behind. Before you fell asleep you heard Spencer. 

“I’m so sorry I left. I love you both so much” as he leaned in to give Ronnie and kiss and then you. 

“We love you too” you muttered as your eyes shut with a smile on your face. Having Spencer back was everything you needed. 

[ghostedeabha]

masterlist

||*~ call of duty~*||

simon 'ghost' riley:

riley family road trip (riley family au)

bug's coming out (riley family au)

simon comes home (riley family au)

riley family headcanons (riley family au)

silly goose simon after surgery

ghost/könig gunplay+knifeplay

simon x chronically ill!reader

captain john price:

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kyle 'gaz' garrick:

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johnny 'soap' mactavish:

-

valeria garza:

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kate 'watcher 0-1' laswell:

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farah karim:

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könig:

ghost/könig gunplay+knifeplay

keegan russ:

doberman!keegan bunny!reader

nsfw alphabet

tf141:

tf141 as spotify playlists (ft. my oc)

multi:

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||*~ sally face~*||

sal 'sally face' fischer:

-

larry johnson:

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ashley campbell:

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||*~five nights at freddy's~*||

william afton:

will x burn victim!reader

snugglefuck with will

||*~genshin impact~*||

kaeya:

-

diluc:

-

lisa:

||*~criminal minds~*||

spender reid:

-

elle greenaway:

nsfw alphabet

emily prentiss:

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penelope garcia:

penelope helping transmac!reader

double date with derek and savannah (trans!masc reader)

jennifer 'jj' jeareau:

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matt simmons:

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||*~hemlock grove~*||

roman godfrey:

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||*~scream~*||

billy loomis:

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stu macher:

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||*~stray kids~*||

bang chan:

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lee 'lee know' minho:

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seo changbin:

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hwang hyunjin:

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han jisung:

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lee felix:

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kim seungmin:

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yang 'in' jeongin:

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||*~gravity falls~*||

wendy coudroy:

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stan pines:

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ford pines:

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soos:

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bill cipher:

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[iexistyippee]

Heeeeeyyy!

Heres my intro cuz I didn't put one before :]

DNI:

Heres a basic rundown of all the fandoms I'm in:

• Batim

• Fnaf

• Cuphead

• Dhmis

• Murder Drones

• Tadc

• Dsaf

• South Park

• Rainbow Friends

• Doors

• Kinitopet

• Among Us

•Garten of Banban

• Hazbin Hotel

• Helluva Boss

• Warrior Cats (still reading the books no spoilers plz)

• Thsc

And here are my main kins:

• JJ (Fnaf)

• Lolbit (Fnaf)

• Helpy (Fnaf)

• Doi (Dhmis)

• Redd (Dhmis)

• Paige (Dhmis)

• Cyn (Murder Drones)

• Gangle (Tadc)

• Zooble (Tadc)

• Matt (Dsaf)

• Kenny (South Park)

• Butters (South Park)

• Phillip/Pip (South Park)

• Purple (Rainbow Friends)

• Eyes (Doors)

• Halt (Doors)

• Curious Light (Doors)

• Slow Seline (Garten of Banban)

• Niffty (Hazbin Hotel)

• Husk (Hazbin Hotel)

• Loona (Helluva Boss)

• Octavia (Helluva Boss)

• Bee (Helluva Boss)

• Charles Calvin (Thsc)

Yeah and here are my ships:

Toy Fronnie

Toy Changle

JJ x XOR

Phantom Froxy

Phantom Changle

Nightmare Fronnie

Nightmare Changle

Plushtrap x Nightmare BB

Mad Security

Mendbit (exes)

PurpleRevenge

Adventure Foxica

Adventure Bonnie x Foxy.exe

Froxy Fron (Its poly) (Ft Freddy x Ft Foxy x Bonbon)

Lolbit x Funtime Chica

Helpnet

No 1 Crate x Happy Frog x Rockstar Chica

Orville x Mr. Hippo

Rockstar Fronnie

Glamrock Fronnie

Glamrock Roxica

Fluffybird

Padlock (I also kinda like Tony x Finn)

Warnold

Steve x Frank

Briefcase x Finn

Nuzi

Pomni x Ragatha

Zoogle

Kinger x Queenie

Caine x Moon

Sun x CMR

Davesport

Style

Stendy

Bunny

Dip

Creek

Red x Trevor

Hayes

Jack x Hide

Ambush x Depth x A-120

Scrally

Figure x Silence

Dupe x Timothy

Curious Light x Bob (when he was alive)

Chaggie

Huskerdust

Cherri Bomb x Sir Pentious

One sided Radiostatic

Staticmoth

(Also Charlie x Emily is cute but Charlie already has a girlfriend :'])

Stolitz (I'm worried for it tho)

Bee x Vortex x Loona

MnM

Fizzmodeus

Mammon x Money

Henrles

And here's some user banners i found on Pinterest cuz I dunno what else to say:

[make-me-imagine]

Criminal Minds Masterlist

This is the new Criminal Minds Masterlist; as the old one was made with the old post editor.

If you find any incorrect or missing links please let me know!

Here is the link to my Main Masterlist

*I am currently watching Criminal Minds; and am almost done with Season 10; so soon I might be writing for Matt and Luke (as of Oct 5th)

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General Tag

All Imagines - - All Oneshots/Prompts - - Headcanons

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Team x Reader:

Gif Imagine: You and your twin Reid are very similar

Headcanons: Asexual Reader (platonic)

Headcanons: Going to a haunted house with the team (humor)

The Team Forgets it’s the readers Birthday (platonic)

Sacrifice - Reader Death (angst/violent/death)

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Derek Morgan

Gif Imagines:

Going dress shopping with Derek

Headcanons:

Asexual Reader

Sex with Derek (NSFW; 18+ only; minors do NOT read)

When he is angry/upset

Oneshots/Drabbles:

Christmas Cookies ft Garcia (platonic)

You’ve been pouting ever since I went on that date… (fluff)

So…can we go eat? (action/humor)

Why do you always call me when I’m on a date (fluff)

I wish we could stay like this forever (romantic)

‘Being followed’ + ‘Did you hear that?’ (Halloween/humor)

Ship Drabble (reader insert) - Fake Boyfriend/Girlfriend (fluff)

Ship Drabble (Inserted reader name is “Joy”) - Friends to Lovers (fluff)

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Spencer Reid

Gif Imagines:

Derek trying to hook you and Reid up

Being very similar to Reid

Doing Yoga with Reid

Emily trying to help you explain to Reid you like him

Headcanons :

Crushing > First Kiss > Dating (fluff)

Appearance

Finding out his s/o has a hidden tattoo

Spencer reading to you

When he’s angry/upset

Sleeping

Oneshots/Drabbles:

I could get use to waking up next to you (fluff)

Reader is a Nurse/Reid gets shot (fluff)

Stop it with the tongue thing… (humor)

I accidentally called you my girlfriend today (fluff)

I keep telling them we’re not dating… (humor)

Okay, I guess this is a date, actually (humor/fluff)

High School Reunion

Love and Like (angst/fluff)

Halloween costume  (humor)

Bonfire (humor)

Pumpkin Picking (fluff)

Movie Marathon (comfort)

Happiness (angst/comfort/fluff)

Ship Drabble (Reader Insert) - Jealous (fluff)

Ship Drabble (Reader Insert) - Breakfast In Bed (fluff)

Ship Drabble (Reader Insert) - First Kiss (fluff)

Ship Drabble (Inserted name is “Meg”) - Proposal (romance)

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Aaron Hotchner

Imagine: Reaction to your sexy Halloween costume (NSFW; suggestive; 18+ only)

Headcanons: Dying in his arms (action/violence/angst)

Oneshots/Drabbles:

Pumpkin Patch's and New Beginnings (cute/fluff)

Christmas Parties and New Traditions (romantic/fluff) *Can be read as second part to 'Pumpkin patches...')

Loud (fun/humor)

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Emily Prentiss

Imagine: Emily trying to help you explain to Reid you like him

Drabbles/Oneshots

Emily discovers the readers self-harm scars (angst)

“Thigh Self Harm Scars” (angst/comfort/TW)

Ship Drabble (Reader Insert) - Roadtrip (humor)

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Penelope Garcia

Headcanons:

Garcia and JJ walk in on the reader self harming (angst/comfort/TW)

Asexual Reader (platonic/comfort)

Oneshots/Drabbles:

Christmas Cookies ft Derek (Platonic)

The Team Forgets it’s the readers Birthday (Platonic)

“Smol" (Platonic/Humor)

Ship Drabble (Reader Insert) - Fake Boy/Girlfriend (Fluff)

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Jennifer Jareau

Headcanons:

Being best-friends with JJ (Platonic)

Garcia and JJ walk in on the reader self harming (angst/comfort/TW)

I had this dream where you kissed me and I kind of want to try it now (romance/fluff)

Don’t Touch Me - Platonic (Self-harm) (angst/TW)

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Luke Alvez

Ship Drabble (Reader Insert) - Crush Confession (fluff)

[samuel-de-champagne-problems]

You Kiss My Face and We’re Both Drunk

Summary: Who would have figured that a normally serious genius with an eidetic memory would be a silly, forgetful drunk, or drunk Spencer realizes how much he loves Y/N.

Content Warnings: Drinking alcohol and proclamations of love, based on Dress by Taylor Swift and ft a horrible pun

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader (She/Her) (Fluff) 

Word Count: around 1.4K 

You Kiss My Face and We’re Both Drunk 

“Wait since when do Long Island Iced Teas not have any tea in them?,” Spencer asks, spinning the tiny umbrella Garcia insisted they all use in between his pointer finger and thumb. 

Derek looks over at his friend, who sits on the chair next to him. Spencer sips his drink, wondering if it’s his second or third drink of the night. They watch as Penelope and Y/N walk out from the closet with a karaoke machine in tow. JJ and Emily follow them with delirious grins on their faces.

“Derek,” Spencer says, leaning forward to talk to his friend in confidence. “I have a secret,” he whispers in a sing-song voice. 

“Do you now, Pretty Boy,” Derek says, taking the bait. 

“Yup, I’m in love with Y/N” Spencer tells him, like it��s the first time he’s said it aloud. “I want to marry her,” Spencer confesses with literal hearts in his eyes. 

Derek takes a swing of his beer, trying to find the right thing to say to his friend. “Have you told her all this?” Derek says, with a smile that Spencer can’t read. 

“I’m going to tell her tonight. I’m gonna tell her that we should get married and we should have lots of babies. Babies that look like her and have her laugh,” Spencer says with a fond, almost distant expression on his face. There’s something so familiar about this dream that it almost feels like a memory. It seems so real that he’s tempted to think he can have the life he wants with Y/N. 

“Woah, woah there lover boy, why don’t you just settle down and slow down on the drinks. You can tell Y/N all those gushy feelings once you sober up,” Derek tells him, clapping his hand on Spencer’s back. 

Spencer nods in agreement, but in reality his attention is cast on the girl dancing a couple of feet away from him. Y/N dances to the up beat pop tune of a song that Spencer doesn’t recognize. Garcia’s cheery voice rings clear through her apartment. JJ and Emily clap along to the beat. Spencer watches how Y/N’s smile never fades as Garcia sings. She looks so beautiful just sitting there, nodding along to the song. 

Emily and JJ call for another round of shots as Penelope practically pounces on Y/N, whose refusal to sing has happened every time the team has had a get together.  

“Y/N!” Penelope yells, unable to control the volume of her voice in between the drink in her right hand and the microphone in her left hand. 

“Penny! No, it’s embarrassing,” Y/N whines to her friend and Spencer can’t help but wonder what on Earth a woman like her could ever be embarrassed about. 

“It’s time, Y/N. I’m putting the song so get your butt up there!” Garcia says, pushing the buttons on the machine and motioning for JJ to usher Y/N to take the microphone. 

Y/N tentatively takes the microphone from JJ as Garcia runs over to Derek and Spencer, saying “you boys are going to want to hear this one,” with a sneaky look in her eye as she takes a big swig of her drink. 

Y/N head bops to the music before she starts to sing the vocals. It’s a sexy song that Spencer swears he’s heard before. Maybe the singer is familiar, perhaps he’s heard her before, he thinks. His mind wanders as Y/N’s voice rises to sing the suggestive lyrics, “All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation, my hands are shaking from holding back from you, ah, ah, ah..”

It’s sinful. To hear her voice like this, Spencer tells himself. He tries to hide his excitement in looking particularly interested in his drink. He plays with the little umbrella, suddenly rather grateful for the goofy decorations that Garica insisted they use. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, Y/N notices Spencer’s lack of attention. She saunters on over, her voice not the best but to Spencer’s ears, it’s pure afrodesiac. 

Y/N hooks her fingers around Spencer’s collar and plants a kiss on his cheek during the breathy break of the song. She walks her fingers up his arm singing, “Cause I don't want you like a best friend, only bought this dress so you could take it off, take it off, ha, ha, ha, ha,” 

She turns her back to Spencer and his practically grinding on him, much to the amusement of their co-workers. Derek lets out a whistle of approval and Garcia dramatically fans herself. Taking it as encouragement, Y/N winks at Spencer before drifting on over to Emily and JJ. She moves so swiftly and elegantly that Spencer’s positive she’s floating. Or maybe he’s floating from the way she touched. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but her touch and kisses left more than a golden tattoo in their wake. 

Y/N finishes the song with loud whistles from Morgan and squeals from Garcia. She makes her way back into the kitchen, with Spencer following right behind like a lost puppy. 

“Y/N,” Spencer says, his voice weak from her or the alcohol, he’ll never be able to tell. 

“Spencer,” Y/N says, looking up at him with stars in her eyes. She grabs his hand and starts to fiddle with a metal ring wrapped around Spencer’s finger. 

“I think I love you, Y/N,” Spencer tells her, closing his eyes. In the dim light, he can see shadows form in the shape of Y/N. On her tiptoes, she leans in and places the softest kisses on Spencer’s nose. The light touches bring out a fit of giggles in Spencer, who reaches up to hold Y/N’s waist in a moment of bravery. 

“You're so silly when you’re drunk, Spence,” Y/N tells him, scratching his always-itchy spot above his left ear. He practically melts into her touch, enjoying the attention and quiet moment between them. 

“You make me want to be silly, Y/N,” Spencer murmurs, taking his turn to play with the ring on Y/N’s finger. 

“Silly Spence,” Y/N teases, kissing Spencer on his lips. He tastes like overly sweet alcohol and carefree summer nights. 

“Hmm, maybe we can see if you actually bought that dress for me to just take it off,” Spencer suggests, his hands coming to cover Y/N’s shoulders. He rubs the thin straps in between his thumb and ring finger, thinking about when he’d finally be able to take it off. 

“Hold your horses, racer. We got a sleepy baby at home with an exhausted babysitter. We gotta figure out how to pay through the phone,” Y/N says, taking Spencer’s face between her hands, realizing how drunk he actually is for the first time. 

“Baby?” Spencer says, his face lighting up in delight. 

“Oh my goodness! Derek, I’m going to kill you,” she half yells, half laughs. “What on Earth did you give him to drink?” Y/N asks, standing up and coaxing Spencer out from the kitchen. 

“Nothing he can’t handle tonight, and you can’t handle tomorrow,” Derek says, cheekily from the couch. 

“Come on, honey, let’s get you home,” Y/N tells Spencer, who looks down at her with glazed eyes. 

“I’m sleepy, Y/N. You look so hot in that dress, but I can’t even remember my name right now,” Spencer explains, really concentrating on every word he utters. 

“Okay, you’re definitely not handling paying the sitter, you get loose lips when drunk and an even looser wallet,” Y/N tells him, grabbing his hand to lead him out into the parking lot. 

“I called you guys an Uber,” Garcia says, kissing them both on the cheek. 

“I’m getting all the pretty ladies to kiss me tonight!” Spencer shouts happily, swaying on the sidewalk. 

Garcia throws Y/N an amused look, they’re not really used to seeing Spencer like this, but it’s kind of nice to see him let loose like this once in a while. 

“Hey, Y/N,” Spencer says, with a dopey smile plastered to his face, “I love you,” 

“I love you too, Spencer,” Y/N tells him, watching her husband try to steady himself. 

“I haven’t said it for a little while, so I just needed to say it. You deserve to hear it all the time. You’re so pretty,” Spencer rambles. 

“You’re pretty too, husband,” Y/N responds, her face flushing at Spencer’s forwardness. 

“Husband?” Spencer gasps, and Y/N can’t tell if his shock is alcohol induced or if he’s still so wrapped up in being married, even though it’s seven years later. 

“Yes, baby,” Y/N answers, much to Spencer’s delight. 

“Y/N, I love you,” Spencer tells her, not totally understanding how it encourages a fit of laughter, but accepting it nonetheless. 

[radiant-reid]

Congrats on 700 followers!

One of my fave songs at the moment has to be Renegade by Big Red Machine ft. Taylor Swift.

A/n: I adoreeee Taylor Swift. A little too much #girlcrush, and this song is on another level.

Summary: Spencer's in a bad place and Y/n tries to step in to help him.

Genre: Angst w fluff ending

Pairing: Spencer x Fem !reader

CW: A lot of talk about mental health issues/ Emily’s fake death/ Drug addiction/ talk of not eating (please nourish your beautiful body)

WC: 1.9k

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Things were different after Emily came back from the 'dead.'

Naturally, Y/n was extremely grateful. It was easily the best, most unrealistic outcome of someone being dead. She was a mix of emotions when Emily walked in, very much alive. Anger, upset, furious, surprise, happy, and betrayed.

She tried to be a positive person, but she couldn't admit she wasn't mad. However, a hug from Emily made it easier to work through.

John Milton once said, 'every cloud has a silver lining,' and this cloud was a high cirrus cloud. Quick moving and wispy, giving way to the bright sun that was Emily's smile.

Alas, Spencer Reid did not feel the same. Y/n figured it was because he felt abandoned, and all the feelings from his mom and Gideon resurfaced. Plus, he felt stupid about being deceived by JJ. He couldn't understand how his best friend would lie to him. All he felt was fury.

And it was taken out on their relationship. Instead of talking it out, Spencer closed himself off. He retreated back to his apartment, barely spending any time with his girlfriend.

But, Y/n knew it could no longer go on.

So, there she was, awkwardly standing outside his apartment with Indian takeout.

It was then, she realized she had never felt awkward around Spencer, nervous, yes, but never self-conscious. He was so good at ensuring her comfort.

Not able to put it off any longer, she knocked on his door.

Spencer opened it. She hadn't seen him in almost a week. His hair was uncombed, baggy clothes unwashed, facial hair grew out. It broke her heart to see him like this. So obviously broken on the outside, she didn't want to imagine what it felt like on the inside.

He didn't move aside to get her in, so she had to force her way past him, looking around his apartment. If she thought he looked messy, his apartment was more disordered.

She couldn't help but feel the pangs of discomfort in her chest as she looked at the messed books, mugs everywhere, lifeless atmosphere, and gloomy air.

"What are you doing here?" Spencer grumbled, following her as she took the food to the kitchen. It was also untidy, and it reeked of a mix of coffee and stale food.

Y/n ignored him as she curiously opened the fridge to see food growing mold. For a germaphobe, it was out of character. "When was the last time you ate something?" She asked, level-toned, turning back to look at him.

Spencer rolled his eyes. "Just go home." He instructed harshly. Spencer had always been unique. When he got mad, he got sad and quiet. When he was sad, he got mad.

His arms were crossed over his chest, faking irritation. Y/n could tell it was protective. He thought someone was going to break his heart again.

"When, Spencer?" Y/n pushed, her tone madder. She couldn't watch him wreak his life. And it annoyed her greatly that he was. How could someone with so much going for him throw it away?

Spencer huffed. "Tuesday." His tone sounded unsure, so Y/n narrowed her eyes at him. "Fine. Monday."

It was Wednesday night. No amount of sugar in his numerous coffee would account for the essential nutrients he was starving himself of.

Y/n got a plate out, dishing him up some curry before shoving it into his chest. "Eat. Right now." She demanded, taking a firm tone.

Just like Spencer, she was presenting as mad when she was upset and confused.

"Fine." Spencer agreed. Y/n silently thanked every higher power that she wasn't going to have to force it down his throat.

He made quick work of the plate, clearly hungry.

"Can you, like, go now?" He bluntly asked. "I've eaten, so you've achieved whatever stupid positivity bullshit you're trying to push today."

How could someone she loved so much drive her so insane. When he didn't get a reply, Spencer walked off into the living room, lying down on the leather sofa.

"Can I help you?" He asked once Y/n lent over his body.

"Yes, Spencer. You can stop holding on to this and work through it." Y/n requested, knowing her attempts would be met with stonewalling, maybe defensiveness.

She was wrong. It was met with criticism. "Just like you did when you decided it was all okay 5 seconds after seeing Emily?" He demanded, sitting up to glare at her.

"You don't get to criticize how I dealt with the situation." Y/n defended. She crossed her arms, feeling her face go red with irritation.

"But, you do to me?" Spencer quickly replied. "It's also none of your business." He sat up so he could watch her pace across the room.

But it was, he just couldn't see it. "Yes, it is. When you're like this, and you're ruining your life!" Y/n growled.

She hadn't come here to fight with him, but it was turning out like that. He made her so mad she couldn't grasp the love she wanted to give him.

"It's my life. I can do whatever I like." Spencer insisted. He felt like it was the stupidest thing to say. While he loved Y/n, she could really piss him off with how forgiving she was.

"No, you can't!" She yelled, finally letting a tear slip. It felt like fire as it fell down her cheek. "You can't fuck up your life because you're mad at JJ." She sighed, sitting down next to him.

All the anger was gone. She just wanted to help put the pieces back together so she could love him and he could love her again. She wanted to see that beautiful smile, hear his laugher, and have things go back to normal.

The way she saw it, they had been given a gift.

"I sure can." Spencer insisted. "I don't have to care about anything when all people do is lie to me. I can do whatever I like. If I want to stay in my apartment, I'm sure as hell going to do it. Everyone else does whatever they want, so why can't I?!" He demanded, biting his lip and clenching his fist.

Y/n didn't understand how he didn't think he had to care about her. Moreover, how he didn't think he had to care about himself. All she wanted was for him to see how amazing he was and take care of himself because he wanted to.

"You can't ruin yourself because I love you." She cried out, tears now much more prominent. "Every time you hurt yourself, you're hurting me."

When she looked into his eyes, he looked like it was going to make a difference. Like maybe her words had gotten through. They were softer than before.

"That's fucking selfish." He told her in a flat tone. His eyes drilling hers. "Impeccable timing, really." He sarcastically spoke, venom dripping.

That made Y/n snap. She didn't understand how he could be so callous. "Fuck you, Spencer. I love you, and I'm trying to help you! Why can't you understand that?! Get your shit together so we can have a future because, at the moment, we don't." She declared, spitting words out before she could think of them. Spencer stayed quiet, not looking at her anymore. "Fine, if you want to throw 6 months away because we were given this amazingly confusing opportunity, I'll let you." She figured, standing up.

It was breaking her heart, physically making her knees week. There was so much going on in her mind, but it all came back to hurt and disappointment.

"Wait," Spencer whispered, reaching up to grab her hand. He was so gentle like he might break his perfect angel.

She did just that, collapsing back onto the sofa. She could feel his gaze on her. But, relief was the only thing she felt.

"Look at me." Spencer pleaded. His heartbreaking tone made her eyes snap to him, only to see the tears falling.

Both of them sat there for a minute, sobbing and trying to figure out how to put it all back together.

"Do you want to throw it all away?" Y/n had to know.

Spencer immediately shook his head. "No, never."

"What's going on, Spencer? Let me into the beautiful big brain." She pleaded, encasing his hands in hers.

More tears fell before he spoke. "I was, uh, going to start... using again." He admitted so quietly and ashamed, looking down to avoid her eyes.

Oh. Y/n couldn't imagine. She knew Spencer had to work hard to get over the addiction. But he almost fell back into it because of how low he had felt.

"Spence, I had no idea." She shook her head, squeezing his hands.

He shook his head. "You couldn't have known. I didn't do it. But I brought some." It hit her like a punch in the face. She could have lost Spencer so easily.

"Baby." Y/n cooed, wrapping her arms around him and pulling his body into a hug.

It was slightly awkward, both of them sitting down.

Spencer pulled Y/n onto his lap, so she could straddle his hips, wanting to feel something the could ground him. Since Emily walked in, he felt like he was endlessly falling.

Y/n let him bury his head in her neck while she ran her fingers over his shoulders.

She pulled back after a few minutes, and Spencer rested his head on her chest, so he could hear her heart beating.

Y/n ran her fingers through his short curls and over the lines on his forehead.

"'M sorry." He mumbled, voice muffled by her chest.

"I'm sorry too." She replied.

Spencer pulled back, looking up at her. "You shouldn't be. Thank you for persevering with me."

Y/n shook her head. "I love you. You're one of the best people I know, and when I see you hurting, I hurt. But, I'd hurt for a thousand lifetimes if it meant you'd never hurt." She told him honestly. All she wanted was Spencer to be okay.

Spencer tucked himself back into her chest, adoring the feeling of having someone.

"You also need to know that, yes, JJ, Prentiss, and Hotch lied, but not everyone does." Y/n reminded him, feeling him nod. "I'm going to do some profiling here, go out on a limb and say that you felt like she abandoned you. It brought back all those feelings about your mom and Gideon." She softly spoke.

The sobs from Spencer gave her an answer. "I can't help but think people are going to leave, and I don't know how to express my feelings." He claimed, looking up at Y/n.

She wiped the tears off his cheek. "I won't. Ever." She assured him. "But, you need to start opening up. I know you probably feel betrayed that you did to JJ when she knew." Spencer nodded.

"I promise."

"And, please don't not eat again." She requested.

Spencer nodded again. "I promise."

"Good," Y/n said in a happier tone. "Now, let's open up the windows, clean up a little, and have some ice cream." She told him, getting up.

Spencer looked surprised. "You're going to do it with me?" He asked as he got up.

Y/n reached out for his hand. "Always."

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i finished for the holidays and i just *chefs kiss* beautiful talented amazing sajkgdkj no words i love that romance wasnt even the main point 🥺💘 anyway i love how you write reader and i wondered between her and spencer who gets jealous???

Unrivaled

Summary: In which you seem pretty close with the new intern, and Spencer is not happy about it. (ft. one of my fave white bois) “Have I ever told you how much I value your friendship?"

WC: 3.6k

Tags/Warnings: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader, fluff, cussing, Jealous!Spencer bc id like to see that, established relationships (blegh), Garvez if you squint, the lightest implication of smut ever, points to yall who can guess who the intern is before reading the end or the tags 😉

—

Spencer is not jealous. He’s not.

Why would he be? 

He has no reason to be jealous, Spencer chants to himself as he sits at his desk. Even from across the bullpen he still manages to hear your voice, and while normally it’s music to his ears, even better than Mozart, now it just feels like nails against a chalkboard. Grating his eardrums, making him wince.

Because you’re laughing. Not with Spencer though. Not at his obscure references or lame jokes.

With the new intern.

Why did Emily have to put you in charge of him? She could’ve chosen anyone on the team to have him shadow, but it had to be you! Not that you’re incapable or unqualified; you’re experienced, talented, and the best person he knows. 

… Okay, he can see why she picked you.

Why do they even have interns? Unnecessary, really, when the BAU has you and him and he guesses the other teams too (it’s weird, he’s never actually interacted with them but whatever). Maybe it’s time to start making budget cuts. He’ll discuss this with Emily when he gets the chance. He’s got some influence, working at the BAU as long as he has.

But he’s not jealous. 

Logically, jealousy (like an intern) is unnecessary. The green-eyed monster (like an intern) is ugly and contributes nothing productive, and if Spencer’s being honest, the world (like an intern) would be much better off without it.

At least that’s what he keeps telling himself as he downs his coffee like a shot of whiskey, trying to quell the squirming beast in him. Despite 90% of it being sugar, it still tastes bitter. He sets his mug down with a thud, and it’s loud enough to make Luke, Garcia, and JJ turn their heads, exchanging concerned glances when he slumps back in his chair.

Spencer doesn’t care. The world’s ending; you’re apparently into younger guys, with neat dark hair and forearms that can probably snap someone’s neck, and he can’t do anything about it. What does it matter if his best friends catch him in a sour mood, right?

“Hey, Spence,” JJ's tone is soft as they slink over, Garcia and Luke leaning against the edge of his desk and JJ flanking the other side. “You alright?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” Spencer gazes past them, his eyes never leaving you. He deflates; your stance is relaxed, completely open as you nod at whatever Intern is saying, his hands gesturing spastically. It must be interesting, the way you listen with rapt attention and respond just as enthusiastic.

Spencer scoffs. Not like that’s anything special. You do the same for him. And the rest of the team.

...What the hell are you guys talking about? 

“Well, you look like you’re about to throw your mug across the room. Or at an intern.”

Spencer blinks, finally breaking away from you long enough to eye the ceramic octopus. “That’s a good idea actually.”

“Don’t,” Garcia and JJ both shoot him a warning and he huffs, resting his chin in his hand. Garcia looks horrified, betrayed even while JJ has that expression on, the one she gives when she scolds Henry and Michael.

Whatever. It’s not like he’d ever sacrifice Mildred. Garcia entrusted her to him, after all. 

Unless...?

No, he couldn’t… Maybe.

“You know, Reid, if you’re jealous—”

Spencer snaps his head to Garcia, eyes wide and darting to you like you have super-hearing, “Jealous? Who’s jealous? Not me.” He cringes, his voice octaves higher and cracking like a prepubescent boy.

Garcia snorts, “Okay, sure. But if you are jealous, I was going to say you have no reason to be. You wanna know why?” Spencer raises an eyebrow at her and she continues, “Sure the guy’s smart enough to get a full-ride scholarship at GWU, and he’s top of his class at the academy—”

“Is this supposed to make me feel better?”

"And he’s one of the most good looking guys I've ever met—”

"How is that relevant—"

Luke frowns at her. "And have you met me?"

“My point is,” Garcia’s red lipstick curls into the most reassuring smile, “that you have nothing to worry about because (Your Name) loves you. A lot.” 

Spencer perks up. “You really think so?”

“I know so. I see the way they look at you, and if that’s not love I don’t know what is," She shrugs, "And just because they’re talking doesn’t mean they’re into him.”

There's a collective nod of agreement and Spencer sags in relief. Of course they're right. He knows they are. 

If you think about it, technically, he's got the advantage. You've known each other longer, bonded and shared experiences together good and bad, and you’re emotionally and even physically intimate with each other (something he's especially proud of, considering how long it takes you both to warm up to others).

And who knows? This is probably temporary! Whatever this is, the connection you seem to instantly make with Intern (faster than when you two had met, he realizes with a needle to his heart) is short-term at best. It'll peter out eventually, like most friendships do.

It’s sad, but a cruel fact of life.

(Is this selfish, wishful thinking? Nah.)

They’re right, there is no need to worry, Spencer thinks as a weight lifts off his chest, finally able to breathe. You love him and he loves you and eventually, everything will go back to normal. 

There’s nothing to worry about.

—

The world’s ending.

“It’s really not.”

Yes, it is.

“Doc, come on.”

“Do not ‘Doc’ me,” Spencer grumbles, lifting his head from the comfort of his arms. He grimaces at Luke. “You didn’t see the way they looked at him. The way they talk about him.”

Two weeks. It’s been two weeks since you’ve taken Intern under your wing, and he’s had enough. If Hell is real, this is it. For days, he’s tried to resume some form of normalcy, and he was never one to be bold but desperate times call for desperate measures as he asks you out for lunch or invites you out on dates, even stuff he wouldn’t normally do because they’re more your thing. Something, anything to get you away from Intern. But...

At work: “Hey Spence, I'm teaching Intern (menial task that a 4 year old could do). Would you like to help—”

During break: “I’m taking Intern out for lunch. He’s still new to town, and I thought he could use a tour—”

In bed: “Did you know Intern’s a huge fan of Star Wars—”

Snap, and there went his patience.

Intern this, Intern that. 

Spencer could tolerate this at work. At least he’s saving lives, being productive, getting paid. But under his roof? In his bed? 

That was the last straw.

Spencer's not one to wish ill on another, he's not like that. But if something happened to the guy, say, get injured in the field, perhaps from a "stray" bullet, he'd be intern-ally grateful. Heh. 

"Hey, you good?"

Spencer sighs, swiping a hand over his face and turning back to Luke. "Yeah, why?"

Luke waves a hand at his face, eyebrow raised, "For a second there, you kind of had a scary look on your face."

"Did I? Weird."

"Right," Clearly unconvinced, Luke brushes it off, deciding to get to the root of the matter. "As I was saying, I still think you have nothing to worry about. Although, I do think it's a little weird that (Your Name) is talking about Intern as much as you say they are." He offers Spencer a little smile, his hand falling heavy on his shoulder. It's the most comforting touch he's had in two weeks. "I'm not one to talk, but I suggest you speak to them. I'd also be uncomfortable if my partner were talking up someone else."

Spencer blinks, squints at Luke, before gripping his hand and standing up. "Have I ever told you how much I value your friendship?"

"You can stand to mention it more often," Luke shrugs, eyes crinkling with amusement as Spencer lets go and heads for the door. 

"Noted."

—

Spencer nearly goes feral when he finds you.

Of course you're with him.

He searched the floor like a bloodhound, discovering you've been on your feet almost the entire day, running around the office, up and down the elevators, finishing your work and helping around. You must be exhausted. It's because of this he tracks you to your favorite break room, mostly quiet save for the buzzing drip of the old coffeemaker. He knows you need to be alone sometimes, recharge those social batteries.

So when he bursts into the room like he would hunting an unsub, eyes quickly scanning the immediate space, he expects nothing less but you. What he did not anticipate was to find you, just as soft and pretty as ever under the fluorescent lighting, leaning against the counter and sipping daintily at your favorite mug. 

With Intern standing a little too close to his liking.

“Hey, Spencer,” You chirp as you lower your coffee mug, lips glossy from your drink. Spencer's quick to shake his stupor―he can’t afford to be distracted, but it’s difficult when you’re beaming at him, clearly excited. You nod at the home-wrecker, “Me and Intern here were just talking about demonology and he’s got this interesting theory on werewolves―" Lycanthropy? Are you fucking kidding him right now? 

Just when he thought he couldn't hate the guy any more.

"CanItalktoyou?" It comes out rushed as Spencer gasps between breaths, leaving no room to second guess himself.

"Sure," You blink at his urgent tone.

For a second, you watch him expectantly, and Spencer's gaze darts between you and Intern. "Alone?"

"Oh! Okay. Be gone," You wave Intern off, and when you place a hand on his shoulder, Spencer sees red. Or green in this case.

Intern doesn't resist, but the noise Spencer releases is animalistic because the guy can’t seem to read the room, questioning you as you gently shove him towards the door. "What about the thing―"

"We'll talk about that later."

"But you still need to show me how to―"

"Don't worry, Intern. Just wait for me, I'll show you once the adults are done talking."

"You know at some point you're gonna have to call me by my name." 

"Nah. If we get to call Luke a newbie, we get to call you Intern. Also I do not know how to say your first name."

 "You could just call me St―"

Enough of this. Spencer closes the last stretch of distance, batting your hand away from Intern’s shoulders as he kicks him out himself, slamming the door in his face. Spencer turns on his heel to face you, caging you both. “You―” He pants, chest heaving for air.

“Me?”

“You-him-we―”

You’re unfazed, simply nodding at him and his odd behavior. If anything, you’re enjoying this as your lips twitch in a poor attempt to withhold your amusement, trying to cover it with a slurp of your cup. Then again, it’s not everyday you get to see Spencer, face flushed from exertion, speechless as he gasps for breath.

(At least not at work… In the break room specifically.)

It takes a minute as Spencer swallows a few times, but his heart’s erratic and it’s not just from running through the entire building. When he’s got enough air, he blurts out, “Did I do something?”

Your brow shoots up. “What?”

“Did I forget something important? Upset you in some way?”

“No? I don’t think so?” You frown at him, your answers more like questions. 

It only spurs him on, and though his tone is frantic and his eyes just as wild as his hair, you’re more intrigued than frightened. Definitely confused.

“Okay, but you know I love you, right?”

“Yes and I love you too but Spence, what’s this about?" Setting down your mug, you look at him like he's grown another head.

Spencer sighs, "I just… you…" He frowns, glancing between you, the floor, and the empty space between you. 

Spencer Reid is a man of words. Many, many words, according to all his friends and his coworkers. Mainly knowledge―he's never been great with feelings―but as you gaze at him, patiently waiting for him to gather his thoughts, he wants to melt into the floor. There's not a hint of annoyance on your features, your eyes warm and inviting. 

He's so in love with you.

Then like scripture the words come, natural without much stuttering or hesitancy. He recounts the last two weeks. The internship so far, the times you've left Spencer behind for him, the times you just talked about him, like the guy (practically a stranger) is your new best friend. Usually, pretty people make him tongue-tied and you do―god, you do―but at the same time only you make it so easy. Talking, expressing without fear of―

"Pfft―"

―Judgement. Pausing mid-sentence, Spencer gawks as your nose twitches and your blink rate increases. You purse your lips, a hand slapped over your mouth as it threatens to break out into a grin.

"Are you-are you laughing right now?" When he just poured his feelings out to you? 

That does it. You keel over, peels of laughter coming like a tsunami, crashing into him and Spencer loves your laugh but not when it's at him. 

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I shouldn't be laughing," you wheeze, gripping your stomach. Spencer pouts. There's even tears in your eyes. "But you're telling me this is all because you're jealous?"

He stutters, "Well-I-no-It’s just…" He wants to say ‘you're mine’, but as your eyes crinkle he knows there’s no need.

"That's kinda hot."

"Wha-really?" Wide-eyed, Spencer squeaks as you step closer to him, backing him into the door. His hands come up to his chest in a kitten-like manner yet at the same time protective―you'd never hurt him and you both know that―but you admit your initial reaction was poor when he laid his feelings bare. 

“Ahhhh Babe, you know there’s no one else for me but you.” Spencer blushes and you chuckle, taking his hands in yours. He let's you. “Also, as adorable as Intern is, one, I think I’d be able to tell if he was hitting on me, and two, he’s not really my type.”

Spencer swallows, “And what exactly is your type?”

“Hmm, let’s see,” Looking him up and down, you step closer, enough that your breath puffs against his chin. You smell like cheap coffee. “Tall, handsome doctors with messy, brown hair―” You lightly tug at one of his stray curls and he bites back a smile. 

“―and a cute nose―” Your hand moves to cup his cheek, bringing him down to peck the tip of his nose. It scrunches as Spencer breaks out into giggles. 

“―Who can recite classic literature. Who can bake like he belongs on The Great British Baking Show but can’t cook for shi―”

“Okay! Thank you, I get it,” Spencer says, almost completely relaxed now.

“Good,” You nod with finality. “And for your information, I wasn’t trying to make you jealous."

He raises an eyebrow. "So you just abandoned me and talked about another guy for the hell of it?"

Spencer's tone is casual, joking even but you know better. There's underlying bitterness and hurt and your heart squeezes because you did that. "No, of course not. There is a reason behind all that.“

“What could possibly excuse you going above and beyond your job as a mentor―”

“I was trying to set you guys up.”

Spencer deadpans. “Set me up? With him?” Oh god, he knows you’re weird, but he’s never considered you to be outright insane (is it weird he still loves you?).

As if reading his thoughts, you roll your eyes, “Spencer, how many friends do you have outside the team?”

“Not a lot.” No hesitation, but he accepted the fact a long time ago. 

“Yeah and that’s okay. But if you’d talk to Intern, you’ll find you two have a lot in common. I know he’s younger than us, but he’s a good kid, real smart,” You give him a meaningful look and shrug, “Not like IQ 187 smart but he could definitely hold a conversation with you.”

Spencer murmurs, pulling you in so you're chest to chest, “This entire time, you were really trying to make us friends?”

You nod, your expression a mix of giddiness and hope that makes whatever feelings he felt before, the confusion and―yes, fine―the jealousy, dissolve like sugar in water. Spencer sinks into you, burying his face into the crook of your neck and inhaling your soap. Of course you had good intentions. Of course you wanted to do something nice for him.

Fuck, he loves you.

“So… we good?”

Spencer huffs, “I hope you realize how much I suffered the past few weeks.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“Then yes, we’re good,” He mumbles into your shoulder, “I appreciate what you were trying to do.”

“And?”

His brow furrows and he pulls back, meeting your eyes. “And what?”

“Will you try to be friends?” You look at him expectantly.

Spencer opens his mouth to answer, a definitive no on his tongue, but then you’re giving him puppy-dog eyes and before he realizes it, “Okay.”

Wait, no. That is not what he meant to say.

“Yeah!” You throw your arms around him, and Spencer can’t stop you, grunting as you basically swing him around like a rag doll. But he finds he doesn’t care when you set him back down because you’re happy, happy for him, grinning ear to ear as you babble, “I can already tell you two are gonna be the best of friends! You guys have so much to talk about, all that nerdy stuff. Maybe even debate! And we could play chess and―”

There’s a knock and you both turn, a voice muffled by the door, “Hey, guys? I don’t want to interrupt in case you’re boning, but you didn’t exactly tell me where to wait for you? God, I hope you guys aren’t boning. Please tell me you’re not boning right now.”

You groan, “No Intern, we’re not boning! Right-uh-go ahead and meet me back at the office, I’ll be right with you.” You turn back to Spencer, sending him an apologetic look. “I will see you later, okay? And since you’ve been such a patient and understanding partner,” You plant him one last kiss before patting his cheek, and his eyes widen as your voice lowers in the way you know drives him crazy, your eyes glinting with mischief, “I’ll make it up to once we get home. Bye, love you!”

Before Spencer can fully register your words, you're out the door, cackling as you leave him to compose himself, his face beet red from running the possibilities. By the time he emerges from the break room, you’re long gone.

“Hi, Dr. Reid?”

Spencer almost snarls, cursing under his breath. Just when he thought the day was getting better. He turns back. 

Intern stands tall, relaxed and shoulders back, black tie loose and cheap white-collar button up slightly wrinkled. No doubt from working hard and following your instructions throughout the day. Spencer respects the work ethic at least. Meanwhile, the younger man eyes him, and he’s certain it’s not from intimidation but with curiosity.

Spencer doesn’t linger on that. He’s used to it, not being intimidating to others.

He continues, “It’s nice to finally talk to you, one on one I mean. I’m a fan of your work. Seven degrees, huh?”

“Yeah,” Spencer says curtly. Recalling the earlier conversation with you, he stamps down his irritation and tries to extend an olive branch. “How did you know?”

“It’s the internet, sir,” Intern raises an eyebrow, offering an innocent smile. 

“Right,” Spencer returns it with an awkward one of his own, “Hey, sorry for... literally kicking you out before. That was completely unprofessional.”

Intern waves him off, “No, it’s cool. I totally get it. I’m flattered, by the way.”

Spencer frowns. “Flattered?”

“Well, it’s not everyday you find out your superior’s jealous of you.”

Spencer blinks, and it takes all his experience as a profiler to mask his embarrassment. “You heard that.”

“The FBI’s got thin walls,” Intern shrugs and steps towards him. “Although I have to say, Agent (Your Last Name) is wrong about one thing.” Stopping short in front of him, for the first time Spencer is close enough to note the moles dotting his face. “They can’t tell that I’m flirting with them.” 

He starts down the hall after you, and Spencer’s eyes trail after him as his brow furrows, until realization slams into him and his jaw drops. “Wait, you...”

“Oh and since (Your Last Name) wants us to be friends, I think we could be on a first-name basis,” He pauses to look back at Spencer, watching with a crooked smile as the older man sputters. 

“So, you can call me Stiles, sir.”

Then once again, Spencer is left behind, frozen in the hallway as he processes what just happened.

And the next time he finds you and Special Agent Stilinski in the same room, whether it’s crowded or not, Spencer does not hesitate to cling to your side, putting as much distance between the intern and you as he can. Spencer’s grateful you don’t question it.

There may not be anyone else for you, but that doesn’t mean no one will try.

―

AN: ahhhhh thanks anon!! There was a similar request then i saw this tiktok (and listened to this tiktok the entire time) and i combined them. Id also like to emphasize that my version of reader is neutral across the board, race, gender, etc.

Yes, i have a type. No, i will not be taking criticism. 

Been hella overwhelmed with classes and work so here’s my way of destressing. Also suggest checking those tiktoks if you wanna understand me :))) also you mean to tell me i have to write the threesome myself?? Bs tbh 😔

watched 15x4 and i was so sad when Spencer addressed Luke as his coworker like no bitch hes your new bro stfu

and i have no doubt that stiles and spencer would be one of the best crossover duos given the chance 

[railingsofsorrow]

┌ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖆𝖞𝖑𝖔𝖗 𝖘𝖜𝖎𝖋𝖙 𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖞 ┐

a collection of oneshots/blurbs inspired by taylor's songs

hello, butterflies. below you'll find a collection of works of mine written about t.s songs. I love her music so this is why I'm doing this. <;3

also, if you have a request with a song in mind plzzz talk to me, I'd be happy to make.

࿙ ࿚

❝Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close?

Forever and ever?❞

࿚ ࿙

⟿ the 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 collection:

the way I loved you (s.salvatore x vampire!reader x k.mikaelson)

forever & always

love story

⟿ the 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒏𝒐𝒘 collection:

long live

enchanted

⟿ the 𝒓𝒆𝒅 collection:

nothing new (ft. phoebe bridgers)

the very first night

the last time (ft. gary lightbody)

all too well [p.parker x fem!reader]

everything's changed (ft. ed sheeran)

⟿ the 1989 collection:

clean

I know places

this love

wildest dreams

style

you are in love (s.reid x reader)

⟿ the 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 collection:

I did something bad

don't blame me

delicate

getaway car

⟿ the 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 collection:

king of my heart

dress [e.prentiss x reader]

daylight

cruel summer

the archer

paper rings [k.mikaelson x reader]

cornelia street

⟿ the 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒌𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆 collection:

mirrorball [r.b × j.p]

my tears ricochet

this is me trying

cardigan

the 1

exile (ft. bon iver)

invisible string [s.clearwater x m!reader]

⟿ the 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 collection:

right where you left me [e.prentiss × reader]

it's time to go

champagne problems

⟿ the 𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 collection:

anti-hero [jj x kook!reader]

midnight rain

labyrinth

mastermind

you're on your own, kid

⟿ the 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 collection:

the prophecy (emily prentiss; no pairing)

loml (j.jareau x e. prentiss)

guilty as sin (k.mikaelson x reader)

who's afraid of little old me (k.mikaelson x reader)

I can do it with a broken heart

so long, london

fortnight (ft. post malone)

࿙ ࿚

❝And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever)

You're my, my, my, my

Lover!❞

࿚ ࿙

© RAILINGSOFSORROW, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

[bensonsbobblehead]

Gene - Spencer Reid x Daughter!Reader

Summary: Spencer’s daughter getting bullied for being “too smart”.

Pairings: Spencer Reid x Daughter!reader (ft BAU ladies)

Category: Angst with some Fluff

Content warnings: bullying and yelling

Word count: 0.6k *she short*

*not my gif*

[masterlist]

Y/N was Spencer’s little princess since she was a baby. She was so smart and playful as a child like him. He had raised her on his own with help from the BAU team. They became her extended aunts, uncles, and grandpa Rossi of course.

She had been showing her “genius” side from a young age. Spencer knew it was a possibility of her being just as smart or even smarter than him. She showed early signs of her “genius” gene when she was in kindergarten.

Even with word from countless teachers, school counselors, and principals he chose to keep her in her regular grade. From kindergarten to 5th grade Y/N had a decent experience. Being the smartest in the class always sucked. Y/N would never tell her dad about the constant bullying until it was half way into the 6th grade semester and Y/N had a slight change in her attitude.

Y/N always went to the BAU after school to sit and wait to see if they had a case or just paperwork. She stormed in and walked straight to her dads desk. Today was luckily a paperwork day and everyone was wrapping up.

“Hey bug, how was school?” Her Aunt JJ asked, she was more like a mom to her though. “I don’t know? Can you just leave me alone.” Y/N replied with enough attitude that everyone in their desk head snapped to her.

“Y/N what’s wrong? Did something happen?” Her dad asked not wanting to add fuel to the fire.

“YOUR’RE WHATS WRONG!” She yelled with tears brewing in her eyes “Your stupid, weirdo, intelligence made me a freak! Now everyone hates me!” Y/N said running to Emily’s office and slamming the door.

“You might wanna give her sometime, Emily and I will talk to her.” JJ said patting Spencer on the shoulder. He never wanted this to happen, but he knew what being the smartest and quietest was like in middle school. He hated that y/n was being bullied for her beautiful brain. He loved her and wanted nothing but the best for her.

In the office, Emily walked over to Y/N pulling her into her side, wrapping a arm around her. Y/N loved her Auntie Em, she thought she was powerful, smart, and strong, all the things Y/N wanted to be. “Let it out, we can talk after.” Trying to give the girl time to calm down first.

A few minutes passed, “They left me out when we had to pick groups in class and started chanting “nerd freak” and the teacher barley got them to stop.” Y/N sobbed harder into Emily’s shirt. “ I was so embarrassed Auntie Em” JJ walked in and sat on the other side of Y/N .

“You’re not a freak Y/N.” Causing Y/N to sit up with her face covered in tears and nose red as Rudolph.

“You’re smart like your father and he even thinks you’re smarter than him.” JJ said with Emily nodding, Y/N jumped up “my dad..” walking out the office to go apologize for what she had done.

Spencer was her dad and best friend, she hated to see him hurt specially when she’s the cause of it.

“Dad I’m so sorry, you didn’t make me a freak.” Running and wrapping her arms around his torso. Spencer sat his coffee down and wrapped his arms around her.

“I love you y/n. Your brain is big and beautiful and middle schoolers can’t appreciate things like that. I went through the same thing, you aren’t alone. Ever.” Smoothing his daughter the best way he could.

“I love you so much dad.” Y/N said looking her father in his eyes. She had a lot of people she loved in her life but her dad was her superhero.

“Well something good did come out of this day, Ryan, the girl I’ve been telling you I like wants to go on an ice cream date.” Y/N said with her after-cry smile.

Spencer eyes grew wide trying to keep his composure. “Tell me more about her.” The father daughter pair walked back to the bullpen with smiles on their faces.

[quillvine]

Falling for You

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

A/N: This was based off a cloud ask from @genevievedarcygranger where I would shuffle my playlist and write a fic based off my favorite line from the song. The song was Falling For U by Peachy! ft mxmtoon and the line was I was hangin' with you and then I realized I didn't think it was true, I was surprised when I found out I've fallen for you

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You can never understand how Aaron can look so good in the dim office light, but you have to admit that he’s handsome. The first time you told Emily that she laughed and laughed for days, telling you that there’s no way you’re not in love with him. But she’s wrong, you’re not in love with him.

It’s just you and Aaron in the office tonight, the both of you electing to stay late and finish your paperwork over shared boxes of Chinese food instead of going out with the team.

Both Emily and Dave gave you knowing looks while Derek herds a giggling Penelope and JJ to the elevator. Reid trails behind them not saying anything but he knows, they all know. But still, you deny it.

You reach over to snag an eggroll from a box on Aaron’s side of the desk.

He glares at you playfully, “Hey! That was mine.”

“You snooze, you lose Hotchner,” you tell him with a smile.

“Well then,” he says reaching over to grab your box of noodles, “I think it’s only fair that I get something of yours.”

Rolling your eyes at him you go back to your paperwork, answering the familiar questions. Sometimes it feels like your hand moves on its own, you’ve filled out so many after-action reports during your time at the BAU it’s like second nature now.

There’s a lull in the conversation as the two of you trudge through your paperwork. It’s a welcome silence, there are no words needed between the two of you. 

You don’t know why you looked up from your work, but somewhere between the monotonous motions of your hand and the soft silence, speckled by light joking between you and Aaron, you look up.

What you see takes your breath away. Aaron is illuminated by the soft glow of his desk lamp, his eyelashes catching in their soft light. You’ve never noticed how long his eyelashes are, but they are ridiculously long, fanning over his beautiful brown eyes.

Your eyes trail down to his hands, big and strong. His left-hand moves deftly, filling out his paperwork while his other hand anchors him to the desk as he writes. They’re so big compared to yours and idly you wonder how they’d feel wrapped around your-

A sudden throat-clearing catches your attention and your gaze tears away from Aaron’s hands to meet his eyes. They glitter with an amusement that is matched with the smirk on his lips. The corners of his lips only tick up further as you avert your eyes from his gaze and feel the heat rise to your cheeks.

He knows, he most definitely knows.

The fact that Aaron doesn’t try to hide the uptick of his jaw is nothing new. When it’s just the two of you his humor often comes out. But his growing smile isn’t what throws you off, it’s the openness in his eyes. You’ve never seen his eyes hold so much emotion before and quite frankly it disarms you.

They’re full with an affection that warms you to your core. You can’t bring yourself to look away, it feels like if you do the spell will be broken and you’ll never get this tenderness from him again.

He puts his pen down and takes your hand in his, you can feel your heart leap to your throat as his warm hand encases yours. You can hardly move a muscle, waiting with bated breath for him to make the next move.

Slowly, Aaron brings your hand to his mouth and presses a kiss to your knuckles. He then flips your hand and presses a kiss to your palm, then the pulse point on your wrist. Somehow the innocent gesture brings a suffocating heat to your cheeks and his intense gaze makes you squirm in your seat.

The grin on his face grows even wider, he knows exactly what he’s doing and he loves it.

He sets your hand back down and goes back to his paperwork as if nothing happened. The only indication this exchange ever took place is the lingering heat on you feel on your cheeks.

Your eyes once again fall on Aaron’s form, watching him as he works. Feeling your gaze, he lifts his head flashing you a charming grin that you want to slap off his face.

He knows what he’s doing, he knows how you’re feeling right now and he doesn’t care. Smug bastard always liked to play games.

Well, game on Hotchner.

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in harmony.

Aaron Hotchner x Gender Neutral Reader

a/n: i’ve cast the choirs (because i think i’m hilarious) and have a playlist to listen to as you read, if you want the ~full experience~. i’ve done my best to time it out with the music so it flows properly, depending on how fast you read. the beginning moves a little faster than the music, so i would recommend starting the playlist at the beginning of the fic. this one has been living in my head rent free for way too long and i’m so stoked to share it with you.

straight no chaser as the nsa mc6 a cappella as the atf pentatonix as the fbi

words: 4035 warnings: mild swearing, internal monologuing, and pining!hotch ft. supportive!jj, tw: a capella themes setlist here: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7GQkhBUhUfdJI4m0vZbqbJ?si=46TMCTj9SkCRoHlnAxHfkg

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The Official Unofficial Los Angeles Inter-Agency Choral Competition was in its final stages of preparation, and you were at the center of it. CIA did the judging, as usual, and each agency had a team, a setlist, and a competitive streak a mile long. 

Because the bragging rights awarded by the CIA were so coveted, the agents involved in the choral groups got a half day off of work, waived by the Assistant Directors themselves. 

Thus, the NSA, ATF, and FBI choral teams were goofing around in the federal building auditorium with the abandon of a bunch of high schoolers. Sound check was always criminally fun, and most of it was spent giving each other a hard time and arranging music on the fly. 

The engineers were still working and would still need a few minutes to themselves before you all got onstage and ran your sets. 

“Hey, Bureau.” 

You turned, finding Ben behind you in his black button-up and tie. “Hey, dumbass.” 

Ben was the arranger for the NSA team and your closest friend in Los Angeles. You got along famously, and you joked that the friendship between you was the only reason there was interagency cooperation in your jurisdiction at all. 

He was looking particularly sharp this afternoon, as the NSA team prided themselves on their polished performance aesthetic. 

“Ready for tonight?” He asked. 

You laughed. “God, am I ever. I’ve been working CT down in the bunker for weeks.” 

“Oh, dude that’s brutal. When was the last time you saw daylight?”

You blew air through your lips. “Ah, fuck, I dunno, like a week?”

Ben laughed and slung an arm around your shoulders. “This is a helluva way to get back into civilization with the rest of us.” 

You scoffed. “It’s bold to imply anyone at the NSA is a part of any society.” 

“C’mon. Trash talking doesn’t start until we’ve rehearsed at least once.” He jostled you, and you let out another peal of laughter. 

“Try me, hot shot.” 

Meanwhile, upstairs, the BAU was finishing up their goodbyes and case reports for the Los Angeles field office. There was a spree killer wreaking havoc in the Mid-City neighborhood, and the BAU was of enormous help in apprehending the suspect. 

You’d been in the aforementioned CT bunker for at least a week and had no idea your (greatly missed) former unit was on your side of the country, let alone in the same building.  

“Oh!” Agent Fitzgerald said, suddenly. The BAU looked up all at once, and it was almost comical. “I completely forgot. There’s an event tonight that’s always really fun. If you all aren’t in any rush to get back to Quantico, we’d love for you to stay. If you’re eager to get back, they’re in the auditorium right now for a dress rehearsal and it shouldn’t take more than a half hour.” 

JJ’s head tilted. “What’s going on?”

“The Official Unofficial Los Angeles Inter-Agency Choral Competition.” Fitzgerald grinned. “It’s really fun, surprisingly good, and never not hilarious.” 

Emily laughed. “You’re kidding.” 

“Not even a little.” 

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Ben and his team were in the middle of their set, and you were bopping along with some of the ATF guys in the corner. 

You couldn’t deny the talent on the NSA team. They were clean-cut, crisp, and well-arranged (thanks to Ben), but you couldn’t help but think they were a little too polished. 

Ben had the lock on comedic mashups, and had a great on-stage persona - one of the very few NSA agents with a sense of humor. He sang directly to you, much of the time, in rehearsal because he knew it made you laugh. His sense of humor was infused through all the arrangements, and the lyrics alone were enough to have you on the floor.

Their movie medley opener was your favorite, full of silly references and even a sing-along section. You knew all the words simply because you’d sat with Ben as he spent three days arranging and adjusting it a couple of months ago. Obviously, you offered absolutely no help because all you wanted was to watch him crash and burn. 

Maybe some sabotage could come in handy next time…

They rounded out their set with a clean-cut cover of Smash Mouth’s All Star. Ben was always in it for the laugh, and you loved it. Both teams in the house were laughing as the NSA made increasingly bigger spectacles of themselves. 

It was easier to forget how much you missed your family in Virginia when you were with the other teams - rehearsing and bonding and spending time together. There was no unit in Los Angeles like the BAU insofar as the bond between team members, but this event always mimicked it better than anything else. 

Without Ben, you’d barely have anyone at all. He happened to be assigned to you as a liaison between agencies on one of your first cases, and you got on like a house on fire. His friends became your friends, and you found your footing in your new home. They showed you the best beaches (Manhattan and Malibu), the best sushi (Enya), and perhaps most importantly - the best route and attack strategy for navigating the hell that was LAX. 

You avoided calling your old unit as much as possible, as you were sure it would keep you from fully settling down. If half of your head was in Virginia, you’d always hate Los Angeles. That said, Aaron was still the first number on your speed dial, and your thumb spent a fair amount of time hovering over it before inevitably shoving it back in your pocket. You’d done it just today, walking from your office to the auditorium. 

You left the ATF to their ridiculous devices, and joined your team in the house. 

“Doin’ alright? I heard it was a rough week for y’all down in CT.” Michael, a Texas native and an insane talent, could have been an excellent profiler if he wasn’t so great at ferreting out tax fraud. You both spoke in hushed tones, as to not disrupt the rehearsal. 

You nodded, patting him on the arm. “I’m alright.” 

“Missin’ home?” 

You nodded again. “Just a bit. It’s weird coming out into the world after being in the bunker - it’s almost like I don't remember where I am, and I almost expect to be somewhere else.”

He didn’t say anything, but leaned against you. It was a small gesture, but a meaningful one.

When NSA was finished, with their levels set and lights programmed, it was ATF’s turn to get up on stage and flutter around until they were adjusted. 

Michael said something ridiculous, and it made you laugh out loud. You slapped a hand over your mouth, hearing it resonate through the house as one of the floor mics picked it up.  

At the back of the auditorium, only minutes prior, Agent Fitzgerald had slipped in with the BAU. They all stood along the back wall, and you only would have seen them if you knew where to look. The auditorium was massive, and the only lights up were the lights onstage - distinguishable features were nearly impossible to determine from the distance. 

Aaron’s breath caught for a moment. A microphone picked up someone’s laugh near the stage, and it sounded startlingly like yours.  

Must be mistaken. There’s no way. 

As ATF started up, Ben grabbed you by the hand and pulled you to your feet. He turned you under his arm and led - dancing you around on the floor at the front of the stage. You laughed your way into his arms, and fell into a relaxed Lindy Hop. You took turns leading, throwing him under your arm just as many times as you ducked under his. 

Aaron’s thoughts wandered, the laugh he heard triggering something in him. He missed you greatly, but that was no secret. You two had started seeing each other, unbeknownst to the team, a little more than three months before your transfer. 

The team were too polite to tell you, but they knew something was going on from the get-go. Hotch was happier, and you were more effusive in all situations. You balanced each other well, and could bounce ideas and fight and communicate like nobody else in the unit. It was an asset more than anything, but when the transfer assignment came through, there was no negotiating. 

For all involved, you decided it was best to end things - or at least pause them - while you were stationed at the LA field office. It would be too hard, and you’d hate to hate him by the time you got back to Virginia for one reason or another. So, you were alone at the LA field office, while he stayed right were he was. 

Wait. The LA field office. 

He was jarred from his thoughts by JJ, who smiled and asked, “What’s their deal?” Her eyes were trained on the dancing couple on the house floor, out in front of the apron of the stage. 

“Oh those two are the only reason the FBI and NSA play nicely in the sandbox together. They’re two peas in a pod. They work counter-terrorism for their respective agencies, and have a knack for solving inter-departmental disputes.” 

“Are they together?” JJ’s question was light, but Hotch knew there were ulterior motives. Maybe she’d heard your laugh too, and refused to doubt. 

She was good at that - not doubting. Hotch, on the other hand, sucked at the whole faith thing. He found his skepticism was only getting worse with age, and he (in that very moment) decided to have a little more hope. 

“Oh, no, not at all. Ben doesn’t swing that way, and my understanding is that Agent L/N left someone back on the east coast and hasn’t been seeing anyone out here.” It was clear Agent Fitzgerald, a new import to the LA field office herself, had no idea you worked with the BAU prior to your transfer. 

Maybe you hadn’t talked about them at all. 

That thought sent a little unpleasant spike through Hotch’s chest. 

Hope. Hope. 

Maybe Fitzgerald just missed something, or didn’t know you too well. 

Hotch could feel Emily’s eyes on him, but continued watching the ATF runthrough. It was your laugh he heard. Ben threw you around with ease, and you both cut clean, sharp lines silhouetted against the stage lights. 

Then, of course, it was Emily’s turn to ask questions. “So how did this...tradition start?”

Fitzgerald shrugged. “It’s my understanding that it’s been happening for years, brought on by some ridiculous bet between ATF and FBI. Never ones to be outdone, the NSA inserted themselves, the CIA wanted a piece of action, and the rest is history.”

“Only in California,” said Dave with a laugh. 

As the songs changed, Aaron watched you tap out of the dance, sitting down heavily in one of the house seats and taking a few huge sips of water. Ben grabbed his water bottle from the floor and came to the row behind you, wrapping his arms around you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder. 

Though he was just told Ben would not ever be into you in that way, Hotch couldn’t help the prickle of jealousy that snuck up his belly. JJ, beside him, stepped close to him and hooked her hand around his forearm, her thumb brushing circles against his suit jacket. 

“I’m alright,” he whispered. 

She squeezed once. “I know.” It sounded like she knew more than that, but Hotch let it go. While sometimes irritating, it was nice to have people around him that knew him so well. 

JJ continued to cling to his sleeve as the ATF transitioned to the FBI. 

It nearly startled him out of his skin to hear your voice echo through the house on a hand-held microphone. You stood on the edge of the stage, squinting at the booth at the back of the house. “Can we run full tech? We have AV that needs to be sequenced correctly.” 

A click, then a disembodied voice. “We’re ready for full AV.”

You shot a two fingered salute. “Thanks, team. Let’s bring up the seal for now and go from there.” 

The FBI seal and motto floated into focus on the fabric behind them, and Aaron felt himself almost lean forward in anticipation. He chanced a look down the line, and the rest of his team was smiling, waiting, watching. Just like he was. 

JJ bumped his shoulder.  

The stage was rather dark, but he could see all five of you lined up almost against the fabric. The song started quickly, with strong base and an uptempo beat. 

Your team ran to the front of the stage one by one, following the phrases of the music - fun and high energy. 

“I didn’t know…” Emily whispered to Derek, at a loss. He shrugged, still totally floored. You’d never joined them in their horrible karaoke spectacles, claiming the sanctity of your dignity, but Hotch realized now it was just to spare their feelings. 

You were incredible. Your eyes shone in the light, your smile flashing behind your microphone. It was obvious you were having a helluva time, and were close to your teammates. You played off each other easily, keeping pace without conducting, feeling the music and harmony in every cell of your body. Hotch saw your work ethic even in this - collaborative, but still taking charge. 

It was clear your team looked to you for tone and energy, and you delivered. With a start, Aaron realized he’d never heard this song before. He leaned forward and asked, “Are some of these originals?”

Fitzgerald nodded. “The FBI team has a few strong writers on it this year, so they were able to pull together a medley, an original, and the closer in about three weeks.” 

Hotch raised his eyebrows. “Wow. That’s impressive.” 

She laughed lightly. “You’re tellin’ me. I was in here one day when they were workshopping after hours and was blown away.” 

When you were finished with your first piece, you looked back to check the cyc - satisfied to find Home, arranged by Y/N L/N in gold, in the FBI font. 

“I’m gonna practice my little spiel here or I won’t get it tonight. I’ll count you off at the end, go on three, yeah?” 

Click. “Copy. Go for it,” came the disembodied voice once more. 

“When we were deciding which medley we wanted to use, we figured out there was nothing in our library that really spoke to us at that moment where we were. So, we wrote a new one. This one is called Home, and includes a bunch of songs that not only include the word ‘home,’ but ones that mean something to us or someone we love. 

“Home, to us, is where our families are. We all chose a series of pictures that represent home for us, the people we love. I hope you enjoy listening to this medley as much as we enjoyed writing it.” You flashed a winning smile before raising your hand, waiting a moment, and then dropping it, immediately starting to sing. 

The rest of your team fell in right away, stepping up to the mics and sinking into the arrangement. A figure jogged up the steps toward Hotch, and he latently realized it could only be Ben, his agile stride giving him away. 

He settled right beside Hotch, leaning against the wall. Needless to say, Aaron was confused. That is, until - 

“You’re Hotchner, aren’t you?”

Aaron kept his gaze trained on the stage. “Who’s asking?”

“Ben Collins, NSA. I would be a really shitty friend if I couldn’t recognize someone I’d seen in a framed photo on Y/N’s desk like 20 times.” 

With that, he gave Hotch a mock-salute and trotted back down the stairs. 

JJ furrowed her brow. “What was that about?”

“I have no idea,” Hotch admitted. “He knew me, though, from photos.” 

He felt, rather than saw, JJ’s smile as she bumped him with her shoulder. “Focus - You’re missing it.” 

He huffed a laugh, and tuned back in. 

Home was an undeniably fun medley, and the photos were heartwarming and strategically chosen to hide all faces except the agents’ on stage. Aaron smiled when he heard a line from one of his favorite songs. 

Our house Is a very very very fine house...

Just a brush, but it felt like your touch, your smile, reaching him. You took the next section with renewed energy, never falling into stillness as you drove the music forward. 

JJ clutched at Hotch’s sleeve, and he lifted his gaze from you to the cyc. On it, there were photos of Dave’s backyard, mixed in with what he only assumed were the pictures from your teammates’ homes and families. They were piling on top of each other, as if someone was throwing them into a pile, one by one. 

A photo of JJ, Emily, and Penelope flashed by, their backs to the camera. 

There was one of you, Jack’s face hidden in your neck as you smiled fondly at the person just to the left of the camera. Aaron recognized that image, but from a different angle. You’d been smiling at him, just next to Emily. 

Emily’s eyes strayed to Hotch. There was a look on his face she’d never seen before. She almost looked away, feeling like she was intruding on an intimate moment. Instead, she lightly smacked Derek’s shoulder, and he looked over too. 

“The separation has been hard on them both,” he said, his voice low. “Look.” He tipped his chin toward you. 

Your posture didn’t look any different to anyone who knew better, but Emily could see the slight sag in your shoulders, hear the small catch in your breath. The music affected you more than you’d care to admit. 

A photo came into view on the screen - one where you stared out the jet window with your chin in your hand, Hotch’s face pressed into your torso as he slept with his head in your lap. Your fingers were tangled in his thick dark hair, twirling absent-minded curls into the locks behind his ear. JJ smiled. She’d taken that one. It was soon covered with another, then another, then another. 

Agent Fitzgerald bid the team a quiet farewell and slipped out to take a phone call. Hotch barely noticed. She’d been on her phone most of the time, and had missed the photos. She was blissfully unaware of your connection to the team, and for that Hotch was grateful. It almost felt wrong to disrupt the little world you’d built here. 

They were almost done, preparing for the closer. 

Maybe he was biased, but Hotch felt your team was the strongest. 

NSA had the polish and that classic choral look and looked like they were having just the right amount of fun, but there was still that competitive edge that took some of the luster out of the performance. 

ATF were the most traditional of the group, all of their music recognizable, tightly arranged, and reminiscent of barbershop quartets. While entertaining, it was clear you and Ben stole the show with your dancing, the music taking a ready backseat to your antics. 

Your team had fun. There was no bite in it. You weren’t there to win, but rather just there for the sheer fun of it. Your music was yours, it meant something, and was more creatively arranged than the rest of them by a long shot. 

Aaron felt a rush of pride as he watched you shine. While he couldn’t articulate it, he could sense the same thing Derek noticed. There was something pulling at you - the same thing pulling at his shoulders and the corners of his mouth whenever he had fun without you. 

“Alright,” you said, just a little out of breath. You took the mic off the stand. “We have one last number, and we all sing it together.” You held the mic out to your left, and Ben took it from you. 

“This is our favorite, because it’s a really good excuse to think of the people we love.” 

Some agent (whose name always escaped you) from the ATF took the mic next. “Thanks for coming out tonight to watch our ridiculous annual competition, for bragging rights and honorary ownership of the City of Los Angeles.” 

Ben took the mic from him and passed it back to you. 

“I hope we all have someone in our life that we love so much it's difficult to articulate. I know I do.” 

JJ inhaled sharply as Hotch let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. You missed him. He could feel it. He wasn’t alone. 

You replaced the mic, and stepped back. With the FBI in the center, ATF to the right, and NSA to the left, you began. 

There’s a calm surrender To the rush of day When the heat of a rolling wave Can be turned away

It was a beautiful picture, all of you standing together as one united front. The sound was incredible - filling the space with sound that spun right into the chests of everyone listening. You stepped up with Ben and an ATF agent, standing close to the mic. 

Ben reached for your hand, knowing this one was hard for you. You’d probably never get a chance to have Hotch in the same room, feeling what you felt, singing this song. It was silly - a Disney song. But it always cracked you wide open. It was only ever for him. 

You took Ben’s hand and gripped it tight. It wasn’t performance, so you could really do whatever you wanted as long as sound and projections were able to do their work. 

The breakdown of the song was your favorite, and you threw your hands in the air, releasing Ben - the final lighting cue of the show. It was designed to bridge the gap between the players and the audience, bringing everyone together.

The house lights came on about halfway, and the BAU was visible from the stage, as they’d all crept forward during the set. Hotch could only imagine what that lighting effect would do when the house was full of agents and their families later tonight. A true communion, with the music and the people. 

Your eyes scanned the house, rehearsing your engagement pathway through the audience. A small cluster of people caught your attention, and Ben squeezed your hand. You looked over at him, still singing, and he gave a tiny toss of his head back to the group. 

Looking more carefully now, you saw your team. More specifically, you saw Aaron. 

He was watching you with a fond smile, and you knew he saw you clock his presence. JJ was on his arm, likely anchoring in him place and comforting him in only the way she could. 

Against your will, a broad smile pulled at your face, a shot of adrenaline pushing you into the finale. Your eyes were locked on his, the music only a footnote to two simple words running on loop in your head. 

He’s here he’s here he’s here he’s here.

The world for once In perfect harmony With all its living things. 

You hit the final chord and let it hang in the air for a moment. It felt like forever - the BAU burst into applause, Derek and Emily whistling and shouting - while you and Hotch just stared at each other across the house.

The connection was only broken when Ben yanked you back to rehearse bows, which took all of thirty seconds. You squinted at your friend when you stood straight again. He had a smug little smile on his face. 

“You knew,” you accused with absolutely no heat. 

Ben shrugged. “I investigated.” He shot you a wink as he said, “It’s what I do.” 

You rolled your eyes and shoved past him, nearly leaping down the steps into the house. You ran up the aisle, and Hotch was there to catch you, holding you close. 

“You’re here.” 

He kissed the side of your head. “Of course I’m here. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” 

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Criminal Vibes Part 8

My favorite episode edition.

"Penelope" (3.09)- "Vulture, Vulture" by Of Monsters and Men. I don't even have to defend why this is one of my tops. Its self explanatory.

"Minimal Loss" (4.03)- "Atlantis" by Seafret. This fucking episode kills me every time and there is no way to not recognize this as a bomb ass episode.

"Normal" (4.11)- "Bury Me Face Down" by grandson. This episode was one of my absolute faves. Season 4 was just really good for Emily, and we all know she's my girl. And when she was threatening the unsub... It did things to me.

"Demonology" (4.17)- "White Lie" by The Lumineers. This episode destroys me every time. Its my go to "I need something to hurt my feelings" episode. 10/10 would recommend.

"Cradle to Grave" (5.05)- "Angels" by Khalid. This episode is super fucked up but for some reason it invades my thoughts so I end up watching it a lot.

"Risky Business" (5.13)- "Saturn" by Sleeping at Last. This episode is near and dear to my heart. It takes place in a town an hour away from me in my state, and the whole suicide thing and JJ always gets me.

"Exit Wounds" (5.21)- "Unconsolable" by X Ambassadors. This is just a really good episode for my girl Penelope.

The ENTIRE "Valhalla/Lauren" Arc (6.13-6.18)- "I Lost Myself" by Munn. This whole arc is a fan favorite.

"It Takes A Village" (7.01)- "Runaway" by AURORA. I know this is technically part of the Valhalla Arc but for some reason the acting in this one was so top notch that I think it deserves its own mention.

"Hit" & "Run" (7.23, 7.24)- "Exile" by Taylor Swift ft. Bon Iver. I- okay, so this one is now one of my faves simply based on the fics that came out of it.

"200" (9.14)- "Closure" by Adna. I would be a monster if this wasn't one of my faves.

"Tribute" (11.19)- "Stubborn Love" by The Lumineers. I love this episode for that last scene which is a family dinner. Also, bc Emily looks so good in it.

"False Flag" (13.09)- "Run" by Daughter. This episode is a mood and SUCH a GOOD episode for Tara. Screaming alone after talking to an ignorant asshole? Iconic.

"Tall Man" (14.05)- "Apocalypse" by Nati Dreddd. This is another episode where one of my fave ladies stands out and I will never not love these kinds of episodes.

Okay! So this was a long one, if you made it this far ily. As always, follow my playlist to listen to the music. Much love babes💕💕

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