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mercy-burning · 4 years ago

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Trouble

Part of Mercy’s 1k Celebration: A collection of Spencer Reid x Reader requests to celebrate 1,000 followers.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

Summary: Reader decides to cause a little trouble on vacation.

Category: SMUT (18+)

Warnings: Language, sex (dom!Spencer, hair pulling, spanking, female masturbation, rough sex, light choking, oral sex- male receiving, crying during sex, degradation, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cum play / if I missed anything, please let me know!)

Word Count: 6.6k

Full Requests:

+ “...this is for dom spencer/post prison spencer!! okay so you guys are all out with the team on like a team vacation type thing! you decide to wear the cutest and smallest black bikini and tease spencer the whole day. and i mean tease him!! after you guys all separate off for the night he punishes you! spanks you and fucks you until you’re a whimpering mess! maybe you even fall into sub space and his aftercare is 10/10 amazing!!” — @slutforthegubes

+ “A one-shot for reader being bratty for being clingy in front of the team, so then he punishes her by spanking, edging ect?” — @smexyreid

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NOTE: I actually had a fluff planned for today, but I’ve been feeling rather ~spicy~ lately, so I hope this is alright 😉😂

***

Normally you didn't like to get into trouble on vacations. And really, who did? Vacations were meant to be relaxing, a way to kick back, relax, and take a break from the monotony of day-to-day life. Not to mention you and the team were far over-due for one of those breaks.

So naturally, your instincts would tell you to do just that: relax. Right?

Wrong.

You couldn't help it. As of late, your sex life was getting... interesting, to say the least. And now more than ever you were always in the mood for trouble; Whether it meant purposely bending over in the office (right in front of your boyfriend, where everyone else was in the room and he couldn't do anything about it) or touching yourself without permission, also sometimes right in front of him.

Bottom line: right now you were looking for trouble. And you knew exactly where to find it.

Trouble, in this case, took the form of a skimpy black bikini you'd spotted while shopping for the trip. it was barely a bathing suit at all, held together by thin strings that you knew would fall apart with just a mere little tug. And if that wasn't enough to entice you, it had little lace detailing that you knew would drive him insane.

Your body practically burned with desire as it sat in a bag in the backseat of your rental car, Spencer's hand on your thigh burning equally as hot.

"You feel really warm," he noted, giving your leg a comforting squeeze. "Are you okay? If you're not feeling well we can stay behind..."

"No, I'm fine," you answered truthfully with a smile. "I'm just really excited to take some time off. Lord knows we need it."

"Yeah, I know... I just wish we weren't going somewhere so... water-y..."

You laughed, placing your hand on top of his and giving it the same reassuring squeeze he'd given you. "It'll be fun. Trust me, you'll have a great time."

He didn't sound so sure about that, but he didn't know the plan you had cooked up. He was going to have fun on this trip whether he thought so or not.

***

The resort was beautiful. Hell, beautiful was nowhere near the right word for it. It was everything you'd always dreamed about, just like those fancy commercials that showed people in big pools, surrounded by palm trees and workers with white polo shirts who brought you whatever you wanted.

And the hotel rooms you stayed in? They were immaculate. It may have seemed like you were exaggerating, but honestly, you felt like a princess. The bed was just about the most comfortable thing you'd ever had the pleasure of laying on, the view was incredible, sweeping over the resort with a beautiful sunrise every morning, and the complimentary robes and towels were heavenly.

You never wanted to leave.

"Remind me to give Rossi a big hug the next time I see him," you sighed as you rolled over in bed and snuggled into Spencer's side.

He laughed softly into your hair and pulled you closer. "I know it's only been a day, but I could stay here forever. In this bed, with you..."

You smiled, feeling your heart warm at his words. "Me, too... But if you think you're gonna get out of today by being charming, then you're sorely mistaken."

Yesterday, the day you all arrived, you made a plan with Spencer: that first day would be spent settling in and having dinner with the team, going out for drinks and relaxing. And then the next day (today), you were all going to spend the day outside, enjoying the sun and enjoying each others' company. He wasn't too fond of the idea spending all day outside in the heat, but you were sure that by the end of the night he would have found it very rewarding.

Because today was the day you were initiating your plan. Since you would be in public (and you knew your boyfriend wasn't a fan of being too publicly affectionate), you were going to tease him as much as you could. You knew it would kill him, not being able to touch you in front of everyone, and you also knew it would make him mad. Most likely, he would warn you to drop it, and you would feign innocence, continuing on your merry way and proceed with the plan. And if you knew him as well as you thought, chances are he would tolerate you all day, barely putting up with your antics until you were alone for the night.

And then? Then you were hoping he would punish the hell out of you. Because honestly, nothing got your blood pumping faster than when he called you names... When he spanked you, or choked you, or refused to let you come. Or even when he did the opposite and made you orgasm so many times you cried from the overstimulation.

But you knew that whatever punishment he decided this time, it was going to be absolutely delicious.

Just the thought of it made you clench your thighs together, and Spencer seemed to notice; He brought one of his hands down to rest between them, feeling the dampness that was forming through the fabric of your underwear.

"Someone's excited this morning," he mused, pressing a kiss to your forehead as his middle finger pushed the fabric aside and gently glided through your pussy.

You sucked in a breath, nuzzling into his neck and failing to hide a smile. "Well, since we're gonna be out and about all day, don't you think we should do something about that?"

Spencer laughed again, this time slipping his finger all the way inside you, causing you to gasp out.

"That sounds like a fantastic idea, princess."

***

To say you were anxious would have been an understatement.

Because of the material of your cover-up dress, no one could see what you had on underneath unless you took it off. In reality it was more like a summer dress, landing just above the knee in a pretty black floral pattern. Your hair was up in a clip for easy taking-down, and cheap dollar-store sunglasses sat firmly on the bridge of your nose.

And just the knowledge of what was hiding beneath your seemingly innocent get-up had your stomach twisted in knots. Even as Spencer swung your hand in his as the two of you made your way to the lounge area, you pictured that same hand fisting the sheets as his wrapped around your throat while he fucked you absolutely senseless.

You hadn't even realized you were squeezing his hand so tight until he wiggled his fingers and gently nudged you with his shoulder. "You've been... squirmy and tense lately, are you sure you're alright?"

Your hand loosened its grip on his, and then you brought them up to kiss the back of his hand. "I'm fine, just excited to be in the sun all day, that's all."

There was some degree of truth to your words, but he didn't have to know that.

So, to convince him you really were fine, you practically jumped once you reached the gateway to the pool and lounge area, spotting all your friends as they waved you over. Spencer laughed as you parted from him and started walking a little faster.

"Someone's eager," Rossi mused from his chair, a glass of lemonade in his hand.

As Spencer approached behind you, Luke snickered. "Not eager enough, apparently. They're late. What were you lovebirds up to, eh?"

"Alvez, if you have to ask, you probably couldn't handle the answer," Tara said with a snicker of her own.

Funny thing was, she was absolutely right. And it made your stomach twist into even bigger knots just thinking about what happened just an hour before you left the room.

Thankfully the mood was kind enough to shift, courtesy of JJ removing her sheer cover-up and taking her sunglasses off with them. "Anyone up for a light morning swim before more people show up?"

You weren't sure whether or not it was a good idea... Did you want to start your teasing so early on that by the end of the day it was going to be an even bigger struggle to keep your hands off of Spencer, silently begging him to whisk you away and have his way with you? But what if he held out and decided to cut the day off early? If that was the case, he'd most likely drag out your punishment for hours, and is that something you wanted?

Your mind swam in a current of filthy images and possible scenarios, all of which were too damn good to pass up.

So, you counted yourself in and handed Spencer your bag, to which he gladly took and then planted a kiss on your forehead.

You waited until he was settled down, sitting at the table with Rossi—who also decided to hang back—to start removing your accessories.

The first to go was the sunglasses, easy and still unsuspicious. You were going to remove the hairclip first, but then an idea came to mind, so you easily slid out of the cover-up and let it fall to the ground.

Spencer's jaw dropped open at about the same speed, though he quickly closed it to seemingly remain unbothered. The smallest of smirks played across your lips as you bent down to pick the garment up. And you took your sweet time, purposely struggling to get it between your fingers. At one point, you had it halfway up before you 'accidentally' dropped it again, mumbling a curse under your breath.

But eventually you gave up the charade, successfully grabbing the dress and holding it out to Spencer. "Would you put this in my bag for me, babe?"

"Uh huh," he muttered, his hands practically shaking when he took it from you.

To add sugar to the pot, you took a step towards him and kissed him chastely on the mouth, just before taking the clip from your hair and shaking it out like in the movies. Truthfully you weren't sure if it was as sexy as they always made it seem, but judging by your boyfriend's inability to look at you, you figured it did the trick.

You turned and made your way to the pool then, leaving him behind with a little extra spring in your step.

***

Your swim extended until lunch time at around noon, where everyone gathered at their table. There were about thirty of these tables all around the pool, each attaching a tall umbrella to keep from the sun.

Though Spencer had seemed rattled and more shocked than anything at your outfit reveal before, now he just seemed calm. Oddly calm.

As you opened a beer, you looked over at him. "You okay, baby?"

"Yep. I'm all good."

He clearly wasn't. His hand twitched under the table, and it made your stomach flutter with butterflies as you wondered what he was thinking. Was he thinking about fucking you out here in front of everyone? Was he imagining and concocting ways to make sure you knew how much of an affect you had on him later? The thought of all of it excited you to the point of squirminess again.

It was safe to say that Spencer noticed. His hand reached out and brushed your knee about ten minutes into lunch, and it sent a jolt of electricity through you. He was never this way in public, but now he was full-on gripping your knee under the table and slowly sliding it up and up and up...

"Excuse me? Do you guys have an extra chair we could use by chance?" A voice sounded from the other side of you, and you jumped as Spencer quickly removed his hand from you.

But then you got another idea.

"Oh, here, you can use mine," you told the voice, which belonged to a middle-aged woman in a blue one-piece and a sun hat.

"Are you sure? I don't want to be any trouble..."

You stood up and smiled at her, handing over your chair as you insisted. "It's not a problem. Really."

"Thank you," she returned with a smile. "Have a great day."

"You, too!" you called as she walked off with the chair. You turned to Spencer with a smile. "You don't mind if I sit on your lap, right?"

He didn't answer, only shifted in the chair, and that gave you all the permission you needed. So you promptly sat down between his legs, and you snuggled as close to him as you could, making sure to wiggle a little more than needed without being too obvious as your friends continued chatting. Spencer's left hand gripped your hip so tightly you thought he was going to leave bruises.

That excited you more than it probably should have.

So to test your luck, you placed your hand over the top of his and drew little patterns into the back of his hand. Your other hand worked at occasionally grabbing fries to eat.

What you didn't expect was for Spencer to ask for one. Really, you didn't think much of it, though those butterflies returned in your lower belly when he ate the fry right out of your hand, bringing his face to rest right above your shoulder. Before he pulled away, he whispered just inconspicuously enough to avoid raising any red flags.

"Watch yourself, princess..."

He hissed out the nickname so harshly it made you shudder, and your thighs clenched under the table as he leaned back again.

Just in time for someone to talk.

"Why, you two are awfully clingy today." It was Penelope, giggling through a bright pink bendy straw.

You decided to play off of that, smiling and leaning back to press yourself fully against him. "This is our first vacation together, I guess I'm just excited," you said sweetly.

Spencer lightly kissed your cheek, but his hand squeezed your bare hip again. A warning not to push it.

"You know, Will and I haven't had a vacation in a while. It's kind of a bummer he had to work, otherwise we could've taken the kids." JJ pouted playfully before taking a fry.

"We'll definitely have to plan for another one of these in the future," Penelope offered happily.

You wiggled your hips just the tiniest bit as your head dropped onto Spencer's shoulder. "I agree."

His fingers were gripping your hip with brutal force now, and to cover a yelp, you faked a cough. He eased his grip, settling on splaying his entire hand flat across it instead. Its warmth mixed with the knowledge of how big it was made you all warm inside. And, God, if you didn't want to fake being sick so you could drag him up to the hotel room right then...

But you held on, ready for phase two of your plan.

While swimming before, You decided with Luke, Penelope, Tara, Matt, and Emily that a game of water-volleyball was in your future. JJ offered to call points while the rest of you, in teams, played against each other. Despite their efforts to get Rossi and Spencer to join, they both declined, but in a way you were thankful.

Being in action might just be the thing you needed to finally push him over the edge.

So soon after lunch, you all moved over to the open water-volleyball pool. JJ, Spencer, and Rossi all sat at the edge on lounge chairs to watch while you divided into two teams, Penelope, Luke, and Emily on one side, you, Tara, and Matt on the other.

Truth be told, during the game you almost completely forgot about the other little game that you were playing with Spencer—the one only you two knew about. You were quite content and happy having fun with your friends for so long that it was a distant memory.

But at one point, Matt lifted you out of the water to hit the ball, his hands firmly gripping your waist to help you do it. And you didn't think anything of it until you realized your second, and probably your most fatal, mistake.

You'd successfully spiked the ball and scored the winning point, to which your team loudly cheered. And when Matt brought you back down into the water, you flung your arms around his neck in a hug. He lifted you out of the water again as he hugged you, and over his shoulder, you spotted Spencer.

He was furious.

No one would have been able to tell, of course, but you knew. You'd seen that look before, when you were teasing him badly enough that it warranted a pretty severe punishment.

You may have won the volleyball game, but in the process you inadvertently won another game, one that excited you far more and presented you with the grand prize of one very long night.

***

Spencer was quiet with you the rest of the day. After the game, you all decided to just lay out in the sun for a few hours. Occasionally, you would sneak a glance at your boyfriend to find him in that oddly calm state again, the one that borderline scared and excited you at the same time, and for a moment you wondered if maybe you'd gone too far, even if you hadn't intentionally meant to make him jealous.

But if something was truly wrong, he would have told you. You both knew the lines between playful and serious, and this odd calm that Spencer was exuding was most definitely playful.

He only further proved that to be true when you got up to the bar to get a margarita, and you felt a presence behind you.

His hands splayed over your hips and slid forward to your stomach, pulling you back to him. The hardness you felt pressing into the thin material of your bikini made you tremble.

"I want you to finish your drink, and then I want you to meet me in our room. Take your time, princess. I'll be waiting."

Before you could even answer, he was gone, his hand lingering on your body for a moment before he let himself fully walk away. And as you slowly sipped on your drink, chatting a bit with Penelope when she came over, your skin still burned hot from his touch.

***

You took a deep breath before stepping ino the room. Your hands were shaking with excitement and your stomach churned at the sight of him.

He was perched on the bed, freshly showered, wearing nothing but a towel hung low on his hips while he read a book. His hair was wet, towel dried and hanging in soft curls in front of his eyes.

Spencer always took your breath away, but this?

You were in deep shit.

He didn't even look up from his book. He continued flipping the page and gently nodded towards the bathroom door. "Go get a shower ready. I'll be in in a minute."

Your first instinct was to obey. But then again, trouble was what you wanted in the first place, so trouble was what you were going to deliver.

"Why?"

"Because you're covered in chlorine from the pool, and you have to shower." He still didn't look up at you. And that just wouldn't do.

"I'm sure you're right, babe, but I just don't feel like it. And you can't make me."

His eyes flitted up to meet you, just for a brief second before he sighed and shut the book. "Y/N..."

"Spencer..."

"You've been a tease all day, do you really want to make it harder for yourself?" This time he was looking up at you fully, meeting you with a bored expression that was just so fucking hot. You couldn't resist.

"I don't know," you teased, crossing your arms. "Do I?"

"Trust me, princess, you don't..."

You giggled at the nickname and started walking towards him, kicking off your flip flops and uncrossing your arms in the process. "Hmm... I think I do."

"Take another step, see what happens," he offered plainly.

Just for the hell of it, you stopped and then took one giant step forward, bringing you to the edge of the bed where he was sitting. You smiled down at him and felt your insides heat up as he brought his hand out, roughly pulling at the thin fabric of your bikini. He pulled you right on top of him, just for you to be rolled over and pinned on your stomach.

His hands pinned your hands behind your back as he pushed his body into yours, making you whimper out excitedly.

"So be it. Don't make a sound unless I tell you to. Understand?" The sternness in his voice sent another chill through you as you nodded. But then one of his hands came up and tugged on your hair, pulling your neck back. "Answer me."

"I understand," you said, though not without making it sound like you were bored.

That only seemed to make him more mad, which of course was a win for you. He tugged your hair harder, causing you to yelp out with a masochistic laugh.

"Something funny?" he inquired evenly.

"You're cute when you're mad," you offered with a shit-eating grin, wiggling your ass against him.

This time, instead of pulling your head back, he shoved it down into the mattress, his hand shifting to hook his middle finger around your cheek and into your mouth. "You're cute when you shut up and obey me... But I have a feeling you're not going to be very good for me tonight, are you princess?"

You only hummed around his finger in response, clenching your pussy around nothing as your body suddenly went wild with a wave of pleasure at his words.

"That's what I thought... Let's see how well you take your spankings, maybe then I'll go easy on you later."

He wasted no time then, yanking your swim bottoms down and running his hand over the curve of your ass.

"Let's see... One—" SMACK. "—for making a show of wearing this slutty little bikini."

To keep it interesting, you wiggled your ass for more, and he returned the favor by spanking you even harder than the last time. "Two, for giving away your chair just to sit in my lap." Very quickly after, he administered another one, following with, "Three, for teasing me at lunch in front of our friends."

"But I d—"

SMACK. "Four, for interrupting me," he said quietly. And with the way his hand was rubbing over your stinging skin, he was no doubt admiring his work so far. He even hummed, lifting his hand occasionally, leading you to think he was going to spank you again— Only for him to settle on rubbing over your ass again.

He was drawing this out. Taking his time. Seeing how antsy you would get.

Needless to say, it was working.

Your hands, which were still pinned behind your back by Spencer's other hand, started to flex, and you whimpered out in want.

"What's the matter, princess?" he cooed.

"I... I want you," is all you could think to say. Because you really did.

"Bad girls don't get what they want. Especially brats. So tell me, do you think I'm going to give you what you want?"

You were supposed to answer him, but in the name of trouble, you remained silent.

He waited for an answer that never came. And when he was tired of waiting, realizing what you were doing, Spencer spanked you again. "Five, for not answering me."

Before you could do or say anything, he landed another slap to your ass. "And six, for having Matt's hands all over you."

You couldn't help it. You laughed. "Oh, that got to you, huh? His hands were nice and big. Reminded me of y—ah!"

He spanked you again, hard. Tears stung behind your eyes and you smiled through them.

"Seven," he growled. "For being a fucking brat."

You took a few deep breaths before speaking again. "Aw, are you jealous? You really think I would—fuck!"

Another spank. "Eight. Don't you dare get it to ten." It was obvious that he was challenging you. Either that, or you were just looking for trouble so badly that you were willing to hear his words as a challenge. But regardless, you challenged him back with one simple, breathy word.

"Nine."

SMACK. "Nine. You must really be looking for trouble, huh?"

You laughed, wiggling your ass one more time. "You don't even know the half of it."

Spencer spanked you one last time, harder than all the rest of them, and you actually yelped out, squeezing your eyes shut.

"Ten. Now get in the shower, or I'll make it double."

You thought about it, but a shower actually sounded really good, and it would give you a chance to breathe before he utterly wrecked you in a little while.

"Okay," you offered, slumping against the bed loosely to show him your surrender. He gently let go of you then, rubbing over your ass a few times before pulling away from you and helping you stand.

"You want me to put something on that now or later?" he asked gently, brushing the hair from your face.

"Later," you returned with a wink and a smile.

He huffed a laugh before gently smacking your ass one more time and sending you off in the shower.

***

As excited as you were for the rest of the evening, you were tempted to take as long in the shower as you wanted, just to see what Spencer would do. But you decided to just take a shower normally, rinsing out your hair just as you always did. You quickly washed up your body, wincing a bit at the sting of your ass under the soap and warm water.

And then you started thinking about how exhilarated you felt as he punished you. Each sharp, warm smack of his hand on your skin made you feel utterly electric and wet. It was a wonder you weren't actually dripping down your leg and onto the bed at how badly you wanted him.

The thought sent your hand down to said wetness. You really shouldn't have been touching yourself, but you were practically burning for him, melting at the amount of teasing you'd done today and the anticipation that came with every move. Your hand was relentless, looking for its own trouble as you moaned out as quietly as you could. The water was still cascading down your back as you rubbed tight, fast circles on your clit, hoping to get fast relief.

And then a knock came at the door.

"I want you out here in five minutes!"

Sure enough, Spencer's voice was enough to finally push you off the edge, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through you. But as soon as it subsided, you turned the water off and got out to dry yourself off.

Hopefully he wouldn't ever find out what you've done. But the devious side of you really wanted to know what he'd do if he did.

With that thought flooding your brain, you quickly finished drying off and walked out into the bedroom to find Spencer waiting on the bed again. His towel was still wrapped around his waist, and it gave you an idea.

You winked and dropped your own towel, revealing yourself fully to him.

"Did I ask you to drop the towel?" he chastised.

"Nope," you replied, placing your hands on your hips.

"Then why did you do it?"

You decided to take the mocking route, drawling out an overexaggerated, "Because I'm a dirty little whore, and I need you to put your big cock inside me."

"Are you done?"

He looked bored again, and it made you want him even more. So you said, "No. Once your cock is in me, I wa—"

"Were you touching yourself in the shower?"

Holy fuck.

"No."

Spencer stood up and glided over to you until he was towering over you, clearly unbelieving of your blatant lie. "No?"

"No," you repeated, the tiniest of smirks forming on your lips.

Without warning, his hand was between your legs, and a gasp left you as he found your clit, rubbing it almost exactly the same way you'd been earlier. You couldn't help the strangled moan that left your mouth, and he smirked knowingly.

"Yep. Those are definitely the sounds I heard."

And then he removed his hand, making you whine at the loss of contact. "I'm sorry," you whispered, hoping he'd return, if only to punish you for what you did by overstimulating you.

He seemed to have another idea, though.

"You're sorry?"

"Mhm," you whimpered, reaching out to grab his hand. "I'm so sorry."

When you had hold of his hand, he took control, gripping your wrist and pushing it away, and then he grabbed your shoulder. "Then why don't you get on your knees—" he pushed on your shoulder and you obliged happily, "—and show me how sorry you are..."

Your pussy throbbed around nothing as you looked up at him, eagerly waiting for his towel to drop. But he didn't move, and it was clear that he was waiting on you to do it.

So you yanked the towel down and marveled at how hard and ready he was. Your head seemed to move of its own accord, like it was magnetically drawn to his dick, and you weren't complaining. And then your tongue flattened and licked a broad stripe underneath him, before you quickly made work of taking him completely into your mouth.

It didn't take long to start a nice rhythm bobbing up and down, occasionally looking up to see him. Again, he looked bored, and though that would have spurred you on before, now you were desperate to please. So you worked your mouth faster, slacking your jaw and taking him in deeper, using your hands to keep yourself steady by gripping the back of his thighs. You moaned and gagged around him, yet kept your pace up regardless.

"Come on, princess, you can do better than that," he teased, fisting your hair and holding you down on his cock. "Apologize like you mean it."

He released your hair then, and you pulled back to take a breath of air before spitting obscenely on his dick and quickly stroking him with your hand. "I'm sorry, baby, I'm so so sorry," you whined, right before taking his balls in your mouth. You kept at that for a few moments before going to take him in your mouth again.

This time you were meaningful in every single movement, taking him in slow and deep. Each time he hit the back of your throat you held yourself there and choked around him as long as you could, tears falling from your eyes. And then you'd pull away slowly, swirling your tongue around his tip before repeating.

Eventually though, he pulled you away completely and studied you as you sat there, knelt on the floor in front of him with red eyes, and tears and spit completely coating your face. Your lips were glistening and puffy as you panted, whispering soft apologies.

"What a good girl," Spencer mused, brushing hair from your eyes and wiping tears from your cheeks. "I accept your apology. Come here."

His gentle voice all but pulled you to him as you stood on shaky knees. He hadn't even really done anything to you yet, and you were already a mess. That fact made you smile.

You wiped most of the mess from your face and nodded. "So, what's my reward?"

Spencer huffed a laugh. "For being a brat? Nothing."

"Aw, but I thought I earned your forgiveness..." You pouted playfully, and he pulled you closer by the waist.

"Yeah, well you're being cocky, so I take it back."

Before you could say anything, he kissed you, bringing both of his hands up to cradle the sides of your head. You all but melted into him and let him lead you to the bed, where you were turned around and bent over again.

He used his leg to spread yours apart, right before bringing a hand to the nape of your neck. As he grabbed a fistful of your hair and gently tugged your head back, his other hand fell between your legs and gently parted you.

"You ready, princess?"

"Uh huh," you whined back, right as he pushed forward and glided his cock through your pussy. He waited, making you anticipate that sweet moment when he'd finally enter you, and you could tell he was enjoying every second. You wiggled against him, and he yanked your hair.

"Ah-ah, be patient... Be patient..."

He continued just sliding himself through your opening until you weren't expecting it. And then he slammed into you, eliciting a loud moan from the back of your throat.

"Sh, shh," Spencer expressed, releasing your hair and sliding his hand to cover your mouth. "Everyone's going to hear you, princess, you need to keep quiet. Can you do that for me?"

"Mhm," you mumbled against his hand, letting out a strangled sigh when he placed it on your shoulder instead. He kept up a nice, hard pace pounding into you, each slap of his hips against your burning ass just the right amount of pain to be pleasant. And you were thankful for the bed underneath you, because if you didn't have it, you'd surely have buckled under the weight of your knees already.

Feeling how limp you were in his grasp, Spencer used both his hands to wrap around the front of your throat, keeping you upright as your hands pressed into the mattress.

"Tell me, princess, do you think you deserve to come so soon?"

You were so caught up in how hard and deep he was fucking you that you were pretty sure it wouldn't matter what you told him— you were going to orgasm regardless, because there was no way you could even fathom trying to hold it in. Whether or not Spencer would show you any mercy at that point was a mystery.

You were just going to have to find out.

"I—I... Ohhhh..."

You heard him laugh lowly, and it made you clench around him. "Oh, it hasn't even been five minutes, and I've already fucked you so dumb you can't even speak? Huh?"

You whined in response, letting your head fall to the side as you tried to look at him. And you barely caught a glimpse of his hair as he continued speaking. "Aw... My poor little princess... That's what you get, isn't it? When you act like a dirty little whore..."

He was recalling what you'd teased earlier, and it brought you closer to the edge more than you liked to admit.

"Uh... huh," you whined out, dangerously close to coming undone.

"Alright then, princess. Come for me, show me what you got."

Unsurprisingly, it didn't take very long for that to happen. You let out a string of whimpers and cries as he fucked you through your orgasm, his hands slightly tightening around your throat as well. Every sensation was blinding and intense, just like you knew it'd be, even if it was only your second orgasm of the night.

And you had a decent suspicion that it wasn't going to be your last.

Even after you were done, Spencer kept at it, relentlessly fucking you into the mattress until your legs were surely numb. Your knees were still sore from being on the floor before, and likewise, your ass was still burning. Not to mention the overstimulation you were experiencing as one of his hands moved down to rub at your clit.

Eventually though, he stopped, and you weren't sure why. But then he flipped you around, laying you on the edge of the bed and leaning over you, his hands brushing more of the tears from your cheeks.

"I wanna see your pretty little eyes when I come, okay? You think you can keep 'em open for me, princess?"

"Mhm," you whined out as he pushed into you again.

He settled on a slow pace that built and built until he was fucking you fast and hard and incredibly deep. His entire body leaned into yours as he snapped his hips forward over and over again, brutal in their goal to completion. You kept whining out, feeling another orgasm coming quickly as you let yourself succumb to him.

"That's it, princess, you're taking it so well. We're almost done..." He whispered comforts into your temple, moments before you reached your peak once more. You shook violently underneath him, which was all he needed to finish himself.

He pulled back and looked into your eyes, filled with tears at the overstimulation, as he snapped his hips forward once, twice, and then three times before letting go. He held himself inside of you, moaning out while looking into your eyes. The feel of his cock throbbing and spilling over inside of you was just about the most comforting thing in the world right then, accompanied by soft brushes of his fingers through your hair and even softer declarations of love.

Long after he stayed inside of you, catching his breath, Spencer pulled out and examined you, the way your body glistened perfectly with the right amount of sweat. Your chest heaved, each dip and curve and peak of your breasts slowly rising and falling as you trembled. He slid down your body, until finally his eyes caught sight of your pussy, glistening and dripping with his cum. It absolutely wrecked him in the best way possible, so much so that he couldn't help himself.

He brought his hand to your opening, gently scooping up his cum and gathering it onto the pads of his fingers. You moaned out as he did it, and he knew then exactly what he wanted.

"Open up, princess," he pried softly, bringing his fingers to your mouth. You gladly did what you were told and sighed out as he glided them over your tongue, practically spoon-feeding you his cum. He pumped his fingers in and out of your mouth slowly, feeling every vibration on your tongue from the sounds you made. And then he did it again, bringing his fingers back to your pussy to gather more of his mess.

He did this until it was pretty much all gone, and truthfully, you would have let it go on forever. The intimacy of it all, the soft and sensual way in which he explored and watched you, and the love you felt for each other all wrapped up in a shiny, red bow was the perfect end to a perfect day.

You would have fallen asleep, but Spencer was gently nudging your arm. "Hey, you," he said gently, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I think it's time to run us a bath, don't you think?"

"Sure," you agreed quietly with a smile. "And then we can sleep, right?"

"I think the team might get mad at us for ditching dinner, but I'm willing to risk that."

With a laugh, you reached over and kissed him. "Good. I love you, Spencer."

"I love you, too, princess."

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CALL GIRL RECOVERY - PART IV

Sorry for the HUGE delay on the update - i hope you all enjoy though ;)

18+ - Language, illegal activity and some SMUT

Spencer Reid / OFC

Word Count - 3.4K

I wondered what the others thought on the jet home from cases. Does JJ tell Will everything? Was it helpful to Luke to spend hours at the gym to help him put all the horrible stuff we see to rest?

There was only one thing I thought about on the jet to Jacksonville.

Layla.

How good she felt in my arms, how all I wanted was to keep kissing her, how when my fingers traced over her bare skin, they left goosebumps behind. I close my eyes for a moment, and I swear I can feel her weight in my lap.

"Spence, you ready?" I hear Emily pull me from my thoughts.

"Yeah, em, so the local police have already discovered three bodies?" I drive the conversation before everyone else jumps in.

I look through the files before I get to the crime scene pictures. When I first began doing this, I remember that the crime scene pictures used to give me nightmares, but over time, I just became desensitized to it all. One of the victims, her eyes are the same color as Layla's, and a shiver runs down my spine before I turn the page to the coroner's notes. I take a glance up, and I see JJ staring at me. They all do this sometimes after I got out of prison, and it's warranted. I know my temper is a lot shorter now than before, and it has changed me. I'm still deciding if it's for the better or not.

"Spence will be with me at the coroner's office; Alvez and JJ head to the family's house; everyone else can start at the station," Emily tells us all before we all dive back into the gruesome folders.

"Hey, so how was the sabbatical?" Emily catches my attention.

"Yeah, I missed you guys, but it's great to teach - I did this class on how the Rwandan genocide-" I can see her raise a hand, not wanting to hear anymore.

"I'm glad you're back too, Spence," she laughs before she wanders up to grab a coffee.

The only thought running through my head was how Layla would listen.

Five days.

The case was utterly draining from the moment we touched down; the killer was sly, and the victimology was inconsistent that included children, which is upsetting for everyone. I'm back at a nameless hotel, trying to forget everything over the last few days. I desperately want to see Layla; any free moment I get over the past few days, I've thought about our last time together. I rub my hand over my face before heading to the bathroom to find no bath but a shower, so I turn it on before taking off my crumpled clothes and stepping in. I let the hot water run over me, trying to relax my muscles before I grab the bar of soap and lather up. I stand under the showerhead, letting the suds wash away, and the water turns cold before I head back into the bedroom and sit down on the edge of the uncomfortable bed, all the thoughts still running through my head.

I remember once an unsub asked me did I ever stop thinking about all the crimes that I saw, and the truth is I never did (Thanks, eidetic memory). The only time they completely stopped was when I was with Layla. I imagine what I'd do if she were here, sitting next to me, the silk of her pajamas brushing against my bare skin, how I know that she's not wearing underwear underneath them. I lay back and grip my cock as I picture her above me, sitting on my lap grinding against me, little whimpers escaping her mouth as she tries to find some relief. How unashamed she was, how warm the skin of her chest under my lips, and how good my name sounded when she said it. I closed my eyes as I imagined if she were here, how different her hand would feel, how she would kneel between my legs and let me run my fingers through her hair and kiss her. How she'd eventually pull away from my lips, press hers down my chest and between my thighs before she wrapped her lips around me. I bit the moan escaping my lips as I picture her eyes on mine and as my cock hit the back of her throat. I speed up my hand as I imagine her letting me guide her head, my fingers threading through her hair, her moan vibrating around me as I finish on my stomach.

I leave Natalya a voicemail asking to see her the minute I land.

****

I know I'm staring.

I've been waiting for Spencer's sharp knock on my door since Natalya called today; I could hear the glee of her commission over the phone at him booking another overnight visit.

I was relieved. While work and life kept me busy, I kept thinking in the back of my mind if he was safe; when other clients talked about their jobs, it really showed me how insignificant it was compared to what he did. I was tempted to look up about him, but I didn't know his surname, and I'm sure it would break some sort of call girl code if I did that.

I let out a sigh and stand up from my couch to make a coffee to take my mind off him before I hear it; I thought I imagined it until he knocked harder the second time. I dash to the door and open it quickly to find him standing there. He looked exhausted, the dark circles typically under his eyes now more visible, and his tie was more crooked than usual.

"Sorry I'm late - do you want me to come back?" he yawns.

I take his hand and pull him through my door and gather him up into a hug without thinking. I can feel him freeze for a moment, and an apology is on the tip of my tongue, but then I feel him relax his head into the crook of my shoulder, throwing his weekend bag in the corner.

"I'm glad your safe," I mumble into his ear; I pull out of our embrace slightly so I can look at him properly, my fingers tracing the stubble on his face.

"I told you not to worry about me," I could see he thought it was ridiculous that I did; he must notice my face fall a little at his tone before he moved one of his hands to my cheek, "I'm okay, just a tough case. It's nice to have someone worrying about me." I give him a small smile.

"Do you want a drink or watch TV? What do you normally do when you come home?"

While I know the last time we met, things got heated; I don't want to pressure him to do anything.

"Can I grab a shower? I usually read after a case..."

"We can sit in my bed, and you can read to me, or we can-"

"I don't want to read with you in bed. Sorry, that came out wrong-" he interrupts me, his eyes widening a little when he realizes how blunt his reaction was.

"It's fine, Spencer; there are towels in my bathroom and shower gel,"

"Can you, do you want to," I can feel myself tighten between my legs at his suggestion.

I nod my head, "Can I kiss you?"

His fingers move the hair on the nape of my neck before he presses his lips to mine, his tongue immediately seeking out my own. I can hear myself sigh at the contact before my fingers find the buttons of his shirt; I open the first few and slip them underneath to feel his skin. His hands move from my face down to my waist before they trail down to my hips. I break the kiss, and my ears prick up at the whine which escapes his lips.

"Will we go grab that shower?" he nods his head quickly before I take his hand. "The ensuite shower in my room is big enough for the two of us..." he follows me into my bedroom, his eyes darting around at the surroundings.

I guide him into the bathroom and turn on the shower, steam already filling up the room. I turn to him, and he is already taking his shoes and socks off, placing them carefully in the corner. I can feel my heart hammering in my chest as he cups my face and presses his lips to mine again as I unbutton the rest of his shirt; he shrugs it off before he works on the buttons on my pajamas; I help him by undoing the knot of my sleep shorts and sliding them down my legs. He breaks our kiss, staring at me in front of him.

Inhibitions soon go out the window in this line of work, so I'm not shy as his eyes roam my body, but I know the wetness between my legs is building when I notice the hunger there. I check the shower temperature before grabbing a tie from the counter, pulling my hair I perfectly styled hours earlier into a messy bun.

"Are you ready to hop in?" he nods his head before I step in, letting the warm water hit my back as I wait for him to take off the rest of his clothes.

He steps in, and it's only now that I notice how tall he is, the top of my head touching his shoulder. He's also broader, more solid than I imagined underneath his suits, lean muscle covering his arms, chest, and tummy from, I assume, chasing criminals all day long. He kisses me again, and I can't help but moan as our skin makes contact, my fingers in his hair and my hard nipples brushing against his chest.

"You're so beautiful," he mumbles before his lips peck kisses down my neck before he nips at my collarbone. I grip his curls, keeping him there as I roll my hips into his.

That's when I notice how hard he is, and I let out a sigh as his hands keep me close to him, and he continues kissing random spots across my chest. I push him back a little, breaking our embrace.

"What are you doing?" his fingers massaging my hip bones as I pick up some shower gel and a loofah, his eyes are glossed over.

"Let me take care of you," I rub the sponge across his chest, down his stomach, and back up his arms, letting the shower wash off the suds.

His hands trace up to my waist and back down as I do it, his eyes following my actions. I place some kisses across his chest, his fingers now digging into my sides as I nip lightly at his collarbone.

"Will I need to wear a turtleneck tomorrow?"

"Sorry," I lightly peck the red marks I can see.

He crushes our lips together; his hands are back on my face, gripping it tightly as he attacks my lips.

"Let me take care of you..." he mimics me before he takes the sponge from my hand.

"You don't have to..." my pleasure is not usually top of the agenda for clients when they come to see me; it's not to say that I don't have an enjoyable time, but I'm there for them, not me.

"I want to; I want you to feel good," he turns me around gently, so my back is to his chest.

He washed down my back before he pulled me close to him, one of his hands stayed on my hip as the other lathers my stomach, and he kissed my neck as he moved the sponge towards my chest. I don't know if it's the steam from the shower or his touch. Still, I can feel the air leave the room as he continues to wash my body, a moan escaping as he finally brushes the loofah between my legs, the tension now making my actions desperate as I grind myself back into his cock, and I feel his breath hitch.

"You like that?" he mumbles in my ear, and I nod my head.

I need to gain some control back here before we both get too carried away. I'm still fearful that he'll flee again. I could see a glint of sadness as I put space between us,

"Do you want to keep going? We can go to bed?" he nods his head before I can finish as I turn around to stop the water, letting my hair down.

In an instant, we're kissing again. His arm wraps around my waist and pulls me into his chest at such a force that I know if the water were still on, we'd have fallen. My hands tangle in his damp curls, one of his hands wander to my ass and gives it a light squeeze, earning a small sigh from I pull away again and step out of the shower to grab our towels, handing one over to him. He steps out and wraps it around his waist; I take his hand into mine and guide him back to my bedroom, now illuminated by moonlight. He pushes me lightly onto the bed; I let a light giggle escape as I crawl up to the pillows.

"Will I take this off?" he didn't answer me, he climbed into the bed next to me and loosened the towel, so I'm naked again.

He pecks my lips before tracing his hands around my hips, up my waist until they brush my nipples. I can't help but sigh as he rolls the hard bud between his fingers, and I know he's smiling at my reaction. He leans across and presses our lips together again,

"I'm here for you...what do you want?" I mumble; my fingers were burning to touch him.

"Anything...you, I like touching you," a blush comes over his cheeks at his confession, "I want you to feel good with me,"

Then I do something I never thought I'd do with a client; I treat him like I would if he hadn't left an envelope of money on my side table. I take the hand on my chest and bring it between my legs. He takes the hint, and his fingers dip between my folds, immediately feeling how wet I am. He kisses my cheek sweetly before I can feel his eyes on me, looking for my reactions to his touch, his confidence building. He continues teasing between my legs, my hips grinding into his hand. His two fingers finally dip into my centre, and I throw my head back into my pillow, biting my lip.

"I want to hear you," he curls his fingers inside me, and I immediately let out a moan. "That's it; you feel amazing around my fingers," he pulls them out, and I whimper until he rubs circles around my clit, his lips attaching to my neck now.

"So good..." I bunch up the bed sheets at my side as he continues his assault between my legs as I feel the ball of tension gets tighter. "Spencer, please,"

He slips his two middle fingers inside me again, his palm rubbing my clit. I let out a sob as I spread my legs further; I turn to face him, and I immediately kiss him, biting his lip. He fulls away, and I sob.

He props his head on his hand to look at me. "Are you close?"

I nod my head and babel his name as I fall off the edge; his eyes stay on me the entire time through my comedown, praising me.

I let out a whimper as he withdraws his fingers; I grabbed his wrist and bring them to my mouth, sucking my juices clean.

"What if I wanted a taste?"

"There's always another sleepover," even though my legs are still shaking from the orgasm he gave me; I climb onto his lap, his arm circles my waist as he pulls me closer, tasting myself on my lips.

Time stopped for a brief moment; he kissed me as his life depended on it, and the more we kissed, the more desperate I got for him. I drop my hand to the front of the towel he still had on.

"Can I..." he didn't answer me; he just moved my hand out of the way and opened it up, the both of us looking down at the scene between us.

He was bigger than most guys; I've seen enough of them to make that judgment in this profession. I wrapped my hand around him, and he let hissed when I squeezed him tight before I pumped him a few times.

"Is this what you want, Spencer?" he bits his lips as his eyes roll to the back of his head.

I press my lips down his neck and chest, his skin clammy now from us being close as I continue making him feel good; I'm desperate to replace all the bad memories from the stories he's told me with ones of our time together.

"Can I try something? Only if you're comfortable..."

"Yes, anything..."

I pull back and shuffle down to between his legs, placing soft kisses across his tummy, sucking the skin by his hipbones, his hips bucking at my actions.

While I said before, I don't get nervous with clients; I'm nervous as I trace my tongue on the underside of his cock and flick it at the head; I want him to like it. I lightly suck him before continuing, licking his entire length and around the head of his cock.

"Fuck, so good..." he mumbles, his fingers lightly running over my scalp, knotting into my hair. I moaned at his touch before I look up at him, and one thing ran through my head.

God, he's beautiful. His bottom lip clenched in his teeth and his hair sticking to his forehead, a light sheen of sweat covering his chest. I place my hand over his in my hair and squeeze it, urging him to take control. He picks up the hint, threads his fingers through the strands, and picks up the rhythm of my actions, his desperation showing with the buck of his hips. I let out a moan as I look up at him, our eyes connecting again.

"I'm close..." he warns me.

I rubbed his thigh in reassurance as he staggers his movements, and I can feel his legs beginning to shake as his orgasms hits him, holding my jaw still as he comes into my mouth.

I sit back on my heels and swallow as he lets out a chuckle, finally opening his eyes.

"C'mere," he opens his arms as I crawl into the space he created,

Neither of us says anything, letting our actions hang in the air for a few moments before I break it.

"Are you okay? Do you want anything or talk about it?" I look up at his face.

"I'm fine, but thank you. For everything and tonight." his eyes are soft.

"It's what I'm here for. Make yourself comfy; I'll be back in a bit."

I get up from the bed and make my way to the bathroom. I look in the mirror, and I see my hair messed and some red marks on my neck from his stubble. I clean myself up before I make my way to the kitchen and grab two bottles of water for us. I think about making him something to eat as I'm sure he hasn't had a proper meal since his case, but I figure it could wait until the morning. I head back to my bedroom, and I stand in the doorway, and I see he's jumped under the covers, laying on his stomach with his head turned to face where I'll be sleeping for the night. I tip-toe to the bed, leave the bottles by my bedside before I jump under the covers. He throws an arm around my waist and pulls me, so his chest is against my back.

"Night Spencer," I whisper; he kisses my shoulder in response before burying his head into my neck.

I revel in the silence, some city noise from outside seeping in through the windows as Spencer's chest rise and falls, signaling that he's finally getting some rest. I close my own eyes, feeling relief I didn't even know I was holding the past few days as I drifted off to sleep.

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90spumkin · 4 years ago

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A Dash of Truth

Summary: Reader is a witch but doesn’t want everyone to know, especially Spencer.

A/N: This is a fantasy AU which is a new concept for me. I hope you all like it. Thank you @the-queen-of-moons for helping me! Also the amazing graphic is by @spencers-beanbag ❤️

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Witch! Reader

Warnings: swearing, details of spell casting, mentions of a case, reader is a little rude at times

Word Count: 1.9K

Paperwork days were most of the time quite except when Derek Morgan had worked for the BAU, there was never a moment of silence. Today however there was a different sound filling the office.

“I swear on everything good and cuddly, if this headache doesn’t go away, I may get one of you badass agents just to shoot me.”

I looked up from my work to make eye contact with my curly haired coworker, Spencer, across our desks. Then a groan brought our attention to the blonde walking towards her ‘bat cave’ holding her head. I looked back towards Spencer who only shrugged and returned to his files. I glanced back towards the way Penelope had gone and hoped she felt better soon.

It wasn’t long till my hopes were crushed. “I swear if I could name this headache, it would be called Luke Alvez.” This exclamation of pain brought out a “Hey!” from Luke himself and giggles from everyone else. Penelope just winced at the loud sounds, finished making her coffee, and made her way back into her office. I contemplated offering her help and sharing my secret before deciding helping a friend was more important.

When I reached the entrance to the dark corner of the building I gave the door a light knock, not wanting to cause Penelope anymore pain. A faint permission to enter was the only sign of life I was given. The room wasn’t filled with the normal luminous light of computer screens. Instead, the human embodiment of sunshine was submerged in darkness.

“Penelope? I brought something that may help?” I kept my voice slightly above a whisper. The poor women turned on her desk lamp and turned to look at me. “Hi buttercup, what do you have for me?” I smiled at her attempt to still be cheery even though she wasn’t feeling quite so cheery herself.

I laid a crystal and a vial on her desk and explained, “This is a clear quartz crystal it helps in healing and pain relief. I also brought you some peppermint oil, apply a small amount to your temples and it should help sooth the headache as well.”

“Oh honey, you are a life saver. I will definitely give this a go! Thank you!” Penelope gave my hand a squeeze and I bent down to give her a gentle hug and a soft kiss to her head. “I hope it helps.”

When I returned to my desk, I found Spencer there leaning against it, waiting for me. I blushed a little when he gave me a smile. I couldn’t help the fact his presence made the butterflies in my stomach erupt.

“Where did you disappear to?” Spencer questioned as I took my seat. I looked towards the way I had just come, “I tried to help Penelope with her headache. I was getting worried.” I looked back at Spencer who was staring at me with a small smile playing on his lips, “Y/n you’re ama- a good friend.” I could feel my blush deepening as I mumbled a “thank you”. With a nod, Spencer returned to his desk.

It wasn’t but a few hours before Penelope was returning the crystal and oil I had given her. She leaned against my desk and asked, “So spill. How’d you know that stuff would work?”” I couldn’t help but to look away from her piercing eyes shyly before replying, “I- I practice modern witchcraft, nothing extreme just charms, crystals, oils, excreta.” I looked back at her before adding, “I don’t really advertise it so please don’t say anything.”

Penelope smiled at me and grabbed my hand and gave it a light squeeze, “Oh honey, I won’t say a word, but only on one condition.” I gave her a questioning look in which she responded, “You have to teach me your witchy ways.”

Over the course of a few weeks Penelope and I had spent countless hours together after work and between cases. It was mostly nights filled with small castings and gossip. Penelope was a fast learner, so it left plenty of time for the two of us to talk and catch up.

On one particular night we were in the middle of brewing a few healing oils when my phone rung. It was Spencer. Penelope may not be a profiler, but anyone would notice the way my whole body froze up and a smile grew across my face. Penelope giggle and nudged my shoulder reminding me I actually have to answer the phone.

The phone call didn’t last long it was just Spencer letting me know I had left my jacket at my desk and that he put it in his to go bag for safe keeping. Of course, this only excited Penelope and she unleashes a sea of questions: “He totally likes you. Do you like him? Are you going to tell him? You should totally tell him.”

My response to her was simply, “I could never tell him. It would ruin everything.” My best friend gave me a pointed look as she said, “You have to be honest with him, you never know what magic could unfold between the two of you.” I couldn’t help but snort at her choice of words.

The same night as the random phone call from Spencer, there was a Phone call from JJ. We had a case. This case took almost a week to solve, and it was particularly hard. Our prime suspect was good with his words and was constantly trying to lead us in the wrong direction. Lucky for us we have a genius who’s good at solving riddles.

On the way home a thought kept running through my mind: What if I made an oil and cast a truth spell over it. I finally decided I was going to do it and started writing down what I would need: 4 ounces of grape seed or jojoba oil and one ounce of sandalwood oil.

I was missing an ingredient and couldn’t think of what it could be. That’s when someone to my right cleared their throat and said, “One ounce of pure vanilla extract.” When I looked up to see who helped me, I was met with a small smile and a wink from Emily.

As soon as the jet landed, I rushed home only slowing down to tell Spencer goodnight. Luckily, he didn’t ask why I was in a hurry, which I am grateful for.

Once I was home it didn’t take long for me to gather all my ingredients and begin my spell. While swirling the blended oils and extract gently in a clockwise motion I chanted, “Truth be told, no more lies. Now it’s time for honesty. Telling the truth will set you free.” I carefully poured the oil into a bottle, concentrating on not getting any on my skin which would activate it.

The next morning everything seemed fine until I got to work. It wasn’t strange of me to greet my coworkers in the mornings. What was strange was the thing I said after my greetings.

When I walked in I saw Tara first and my greeting to her went something a little like, “Good morning. You look tired.” Tara only laughed and responded with, “Well thanks y/n so do you.”

I was lucky that Tara didn’t take offense, but I didn’t mean to say that. I rushed to Penelope’s office and was blessed to fine Emily there as well. My intensions where to say, “Hi guys. I have a problem.” And then explain but what actually came out was, “Why is it always so fucking dark in here.”

Penelope and Emily both just looked at me and then giggled. Emily however seemed to know why I was saying these out of character things, “Y/n I think you may have gotten some of that truth serum on you.”

My response was, “Well shit.”, while Penelope’s was, “What truth serum? Emily how do you know the witchy ways? Wait you told her and not me?”

I took Penelope’s gasp for breath as a chance to explain what happened. This took a little longer than necessary because every time I would talk about one thing what I really thought would pour out like word vomit. Especially when I started explaining the whole situation with the suspect and why I wanted to do the spell.

When I finally stopped talking the door opened right on cue and Matt stuck his head in to let us know it was five minutes till briefing. He looked a little confused when a panicked looked crossed my face and I said, “Do you not know how to knock.” I instantly apologized and looked to Emily and Penelope for help.

Emily nicely dismissed Matt and turned to me, “We need you on this case since Rossi took personal time. The spell will most likely take 24 hours to run through your system. Until then we’re going to have to come up with a good excuse on why you’re being mean.”

Penelope chuckled when I started to pout, “This isn’t fair. Stupid Rossi, stupid psychopaths.” Emily shook her hand as she led me to what was going to be the longest day of my life.

I had never been more right in my life. The whole time we were on the case every thought that ran through my mind escaped through my lips. I was never one to challenge anything about a profile or standup to local cops who were being pigs. Until now. The team never really got upset just more concerned and any time anyone asked if I was okay my response was always, “No I’m a fucking idiot and can’t do anything right.” And would walk away.

It wasn’t until we had made it back to the BAU that Spencer asked what was going on. “Y/n what has gotten into you? You’ve been acting out of character all day.” It was like Spencer talking to me was all it took for every thought I had about him and my situation to come spilling out.

I told him about the suspect and the spell, I even went into detail about my lessons with Penelope which led to me confessing my feelings because of course I had to say something about that damn phone call. When I realized everything, I had said to him I practically started sprinting away from him, ignoring his calls for to wait.

It wasn’t long after I had gotten home that my phone started to ring. Penelope’s name lit up across the screen and when I answered she instantly began to interrogate me. When I didn’t instantly tell her what happened or what I was thinking, I knew the spell had worn off.

I sighed into the phone the same time there was a knock on the door. I looked through the peep hole and was met with the sight of curly brown hair. All I said to Penelope was “I have to call you back” and hung up while she was still asking questions a mile a minute.

When I opened the door I was greeted with a small smile. Instead of a proper greeting I asked, “Spencer, what are you doing here?” Spencer took a step closer as he said, “I don’t need a truth spell to tell you I love you too, y/n.”

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darcyfangirlsfrequently · 2 years ago

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When Paths Cross

A completely indulgent, self-inset-turned-oc fanfiction, with Garvez and platonic!Luke/OC

Captain Olivia Viney was an absolute mess. There had been several missing girls in her jurisdiction, all of their bodies being discovered exactly a week after they were taken. Another girl had been taken the day before, and she refused to let another family lose their daughter. With no new apparent leads and the risk of this case running cold while the criminal was still at large, she decided to call in the big guns.

The BAU had a fantastic record, and she had a very close friend on the team, which definitely increased her amount of trust in them. When they finally entered the building (it felt like it had been hours, but it had really only been thirty minutes,) her first smile in weeks lit up her face at the sight of her old friend.

“There’s no way that that’s Luke Alberto Alvez standing in my police precinct, is there?”

He turned, an equally large smile on his face, and wrapped her in a tight hug. “Olivia! I forgot this was where you worked.”

“Really? You forgot I was the Captain of a police precinct? You only ask me about it every week at dinner.”

“No, I mean I forgot that this was your precinct.”

“Care to introduce us?” Emily Prentiss asked.

“Right, my bad,” Luke said. “Everyone, this is Captain Olivia Viney, she’s an old friend of mine.”

“Nice to meet you,” she said, extending her hand. “I’m the primary on this case, and I am so grateful you guys agreed to help, we really need it.”

“Of course, I’m Emily Prentiss, the Unit Chief, we spoke on the phone,” Emily said, shaking her hand. “And these are SSAs Rossi, Lewis, Jareau, Reid, and Simmons.”

“It’s nice to meet you all. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Wish we could say the same,” Rossi said. “How did the two of you meet?”

“Oh, we’ve known each other for decades,” Luke said. “We met at Basic Training.”

“Yeah, and then I quit, and he went on to do… well I don’t have to explain his resume to you.”

“What made you decide to quit?” Reid asked her.

“Well, the military didn’t want lesbians, and I didn’t want to risk my life for a country who wouldn’t let me be myself. So, I decided to become a cop instead, defending the people, not the country, because this country and its laws have never been kind to me, but the people,” she looked at Luke as she said that. “The people were. This one,” she playfully shoved Luke’s shoulder, “he was one of the first people I came out to, after my family. He helped me find my way and supported me the whole time, even when he was off in Iraq or chasing down fugitives. He even took a break and came to my wedding when my wife and I got married.”

“That’s really amazing,” Tara said, looking at Luke with a sense of appraisal. She had been that guy’s friend for a long time, and she knew he was a great person, but this solidified that even more.

“And it looks like that turned out well for you anyway,” JJ told Olivia. “Police Captain is no small feat.”

“And not only that, you’re the first openly gay female Police Captain in all of Virginia,” Reid added.

“Indeed I am. But anyway, enough with me, let’s get to work.”

“Yes, of course,” Emily said. “Luke and I want to go check out the latest crime scene while the rest of the team gets set up here, can you take us?”

“Sure thing, let me get my keys.”

Once in the car, Olivia asked Luke, “So, how’s the girl?”

Emily assumed she was talking about Roxy, of course she would, but she was actually talking about one Ms. Penelope Garcia.

“She’s great, as usual.”

“I bet she misses you when you’re away on cases.”

“Yeah, the feeling’s mutual.”

“And it’s nothing new, either.”

“No, it’s nothing new at all.”

***

A week later, the case had been solved, the girl saved, and the unsub apprehended. All in all, this was to be counted as a win in the books.

As the team was getting ready to leave, Luke gave his friend one last hug. “See you.”

“See you.” She pulled back from the hug and then said, “Oh, and give my love to Penelope, will you? You, her, me and Kelly all need to go out to dinner again soon.”

“Yeah, will do,” Luke said. He turned towards his team, but at their shocked expressions, he quickly turned back to Olivia, wincing. “Shit.”

“What?” She took in the faces behind him, varying degrees of shock and excitement. “ Oh , they didn’t know, did they?”

Lips pressed in a tight line, Luke shook his head ‘no.’

Olivia’s eyes went wide and she gave him an enthusiastic, encouraging pat on the back. “Well! Sorry about that! Have fun with that conversation!” She then promptly turned and speed-walked back into her precinct.

Tara sidled up to Luke and threw her arm around his shoulder. “So anything you want to um… tell us?”

He kept looking straight ahead. “Nope.”

“Come on!” JJ protested. “We pretty much already know already, now!”

“Exactly, and I need to get home and tell her about all of this and see if I’m in so much trouble there’s no longer anything to tell.”

“Smart man,” Matt said with a chuckle.

“Wait, get home?” Rossi asked. “Are you two living together?”

“No.” He paused. “Well, not officially. She stays at my place while we’re away on cases to take care of Roxy, and then we spend a lot of time together when we’re not on cases. But, like I said, I don’t want to talk about it, so if we could please just drop the subject, that’d be great.”

Half an hour later, Luke walked into his apartment and was greeted by Sergio, Roxy, and his favorite woman in the world. “Hello,” she said, pressing her lips into his.

“Hello,” he replied with a smile. No matter how bad a case might have been, he could always count on her to make him smile.

“How was the case?”

“Awful. I mean, all those kids…”

“Yeah, I definitely don’t miss that.”

“Oh, but guess who the primary was?”

“Who?”

“Captain of Police, Mrs. Olivia Viney.”

Penelope jumped in excitement. “No way! That’s so awesome! Well, not awesome because Olivia had to deal with all that ickiness, but awesome because you got to work with her and she’s awesome! Did the team like her? Of course they liked her, she’s Olivia, and she’s—”

“I know, I know,” Luke interrupted, laughing. “She’s awesome. Careful, or I might think you have feelings for her, instead of me. Remember, she’s very happily married.”

Penelope rolled her eyes. “Ha ha, very funny. So how was working with her?”

“It was nice. It definitely helped her having an old friend around, for both of us. And she was asking me about ‘my girl’ all week. She was talking about you, but I think the team thought she was talking about Roxy.”

“Oh that’s too funny.”

“Yeah… until the end, when we were leaving, and she told me to send you her love and that she, us, and Kelly all need to get together again sometime soon.”

Penelope’s expression quickly changed. “Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh.”

“So the team knows now?”

“Well, I mean, not officially, I didn’t say ‘yeah, we’re dating,’ but… yeah. They know.”

“Why didn’t you tell them?”

“Well I needed to tell you about this and make sure I wasn’t in so much trouble there was no longer anything to tell.”

“Come on, you really think I’d break up with you because our friends found out we’re dating?”

“Well I didn’t know if you were ready yet, I just want to make sure you’re comfortable with this, Chica.”

She stroked his hair and let her hand rest on the back of his neck. “Well I am. Very comfortable. And I was actually going to bring up telling the team when you got home anyway.”

Luke took her hand and led her to sit beside him on the couch, where they had all their serious conversations. “You were?”

“Yes. As I am sure you are aware, tomorrow is your birthday.”

“No, really? I had no idea,” he replied with a shit-eating grin.

“Shut up. Anyway, since tomorrow is your birthday, I wanted to make a birthday post for you as your girlfriend. You know, how normal couples do.”

Luke put a hand on her cheek and kissed her gently. “I love you so much. You’re incredible, you know that? And I would love for you to do that.”

***

The next morning, Luke awoke to many, many Facebook birthday wishes. That happened when you had contacts and friends all over the world. The only notification he cared about, however, was the one that read “Penelope Garcia mentioned you in a post.”

He clicked on that notification and was greeted by one of his favorite pictures of the two of them together. They were side by side in the selfie, engaged in a soft, tender kiss. He remembered how it had come to be: they had been taking stupid selfies, and she had turned to him and smiled with that smile that made him forget his damn name, and all he could do was kiss her.

The caption under the image read, “The happiest of happy birthdays to the love of my life, my amazingly sweet boyfriend, Luke Alvez . I hope this is an amazing year, my love!”

He re-read that sentence again. The love of her life? Did he really mean as much to her as she meant to him?

Just then, the bedroom door opened and Penelope walked in, carrying a breakfast tray. “Fancy breakfast in bed, Birthday Boy?”

“I’m the love of your life?”

She put the breakfast tray on his night table. “Yes. You know I love you, I tell you every day, but I love you more than I have ever loved any one or any thing. You are the love of my life. Is that okay?”

“Hmm, I don’t know, is the love of my life telling me I’m the love of her life okay? Yes, it’s very okay. Get over here.” He took her hand and pulled him on top of her so she was straddling his lap and kissed her deeply. “I love you more than anyone or anything too, Penelope.”

This time it was her who kissed him, and they stayed in that position for a while, letting the breakfast and coffee she had made him go cold. Oh, well. They would go out for breakfast.

Eventually, he pulled away from the kiss. “So, does this mean that if I asked you to move in with me, you’d say yes?”

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libraryofloveletters · 4 years ago

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Dad & Uncle Luke vs The Troublesome 5

Matt Simmons/Luke Alvez

for @cmpocsource‘s cmcocaw2 // day 2 (june 22): favourite platonic ship

Warnings: none

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 2.1k

Author’s Note: this is my first cm piece in a while so do forgive me if it’s a bit shitty :) also I didn’t proof read so go with it :)

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Friday

Kristy headed up to see her grandparents on Thursday afternoon, promising to be back on Saturday, which meant Matt was at home taking care of the kids. He loved when he got to spend time with them because he felt like he missed so much of their lives due to work.

He was used to 4 kids but now that Rose was born, he had his hands full. The two boys, Jake and David were troublemakers. They were never quiet and if they were, you knew something was up. LIly and Chloe loved to colour and draw - on anything they see, including the walls. Rose was only a few months old and she didn’t cause much trouble unless she decided to cry - she had a strong set of lungs.

It was only a little past 6pm when Matt called in reinforcement.

“Hello ?” his voice rang through the phone as Matt rocked Rose back and forth.

“Hey man, I know it’s our weekend off but I was wondering if you’d be able to come over and help me?”

“Is everything okay?” Luke asks him, voice filled with concern.

“I- technically yes. Kristy went up to see her grandparents for the weekend and I've got all of the kids here with me and I underestimated how much work this was gonna be” Matt sighs, setting Rose down gently in the crib.

Luke laughs, already tossing some clothes into a duffle bag. “I’ll be there soon. Do you need me to bring anything ?”

“No, I'm good. Thank you”

They had each other’s backs in the field, surely Luke would have his back now. How hard could it be for 2 grown men to take care of 5 children ?

Can’t be that hard.

It wasn’t long before Luke showed up at his doorstep, duffle bag over one shoulder and box of pizza in the other hand.

“I wasn’t sure if you had made dinner yet” Luke smiled at his friend when he opened the door.

“You’re a heaven sent” Matt chuckled, stepping aside and letting Luke come in. “I really appreciate you spending your weekend here. I’m sure you have better things to do with your time.”

“No worries man, really didn’t” He laughs, setting the box on the table. “Where’d you leave Roxy ?” Matt goes to get the plates from the cupboard after calling for the kids.

“Penelope was more than happy to watch her. She also said to tell you that she sends her love” he smiles.

David and Jake were the first two into the kitchen. “Uncle Luke!” they shouted together, tackling him in a hug. The 2 boys were on the floor on top of Luke who was laughing and hugging them.

“Hey guys, I brought pizza.” The boys perked up at the mention of pizza, the way to a boy’s heart really was through their stomach. The twins came running in next, clothes covered in marker and crayon.

“Dinner ?” Lily looked at her dad, he lifted her up onto a chair and then repeated the action with Chloe.

The kids were all seated and eating, Matt and Luke sat on opposite ends on the table. David and Jake were telling them about the fire drill they had at school.

“So we got to go in the truck and press the sirens” David says between chews, Jake nods. “Yeah! And- and we tried to roll the hose and it was so heavy dad!”

Rose begins crying just as Matt goes to answer the boys. He lets out a deep sigh and goes to get up but Luke beats him to it. “I’ve got her, finish eating” he tells him, patting his shoulder as he passes by him and heads up the stairs to her nursery.

Rose was still in her swaddle, crying her lungs out. Luke picked her up carefully and set her on the changing table before undoing her swaddle. He watched as she stretched, her little arms raising above her head.

“Hi mama, how was your nap?” he cooed, smiling at Rose as he picked her back up. He returned downstairs with her in his arms, watching as the kids ran out the back door and into the yard.

“Half an hour! Then I want all of you inside and getting ready for bed!” Matt shouted, propping the door open. Matt turned to see Luke behind him, “hi my love” his hand reached out and rubbed her back softly.

She made a little sound before Luke sat on the couch with her. Matt steps outside when Jake calls him to help set up the soccer net they had. Matt then gets roped into playing with them and next thing you know, it’s 9pm and the 5 of them are running inside as the rain comes down.

“Alright, go wash up and change. I’ll be up to tuck you in” he smiles at the kids as they make their way up the stairs.

It was unusually quiet in the living room, an odd occurrence in the Simmons’ house in general. Matt was just about to go check on Luke and Rose when his phone chimes.

From Kristy: Hey babe, how’s everything going ?

To Kristy: Fine for now, called in reinforcements

From Kristy: Who’d want to get roped into helping you watch the kids for the weekend ?

Matt was texting her back as he made his way over to see Luke passed out flat on the couch with Rose who’s also asleep against his chest. He smiles to himself and snaps a photo for Kristy.

To Kristy: *1 Image Attachment* He did

From Kristy: Oh my god adorable

From Kristy: Give the kids my love, I love you.

To Kristy: I love you too

Matt left Luke on the couch with Rose, heading up to tuck the 4 kids into bed.

Saturday

Saturdays were always busy in the Simmons house. Both Jake and David had soccer practice at 10am while Lily and Chloe had to be at dance class at 10:30.

Matt looked at the schedule Kristy had left on the fridge in despair and fear. “Okay, how am I gonna do this?” he mumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Anything I can do ?” Luke’s voice startled him for a second. Of course Matt knew he was in the house but he didn’t think he would be up already.

“I don’t know how Kristy does it,” Matt admits, facing his friend. Luke gave him a smile while pouring himself a cup of coffee. “What’s on the schedule for today ?”

“Jake and David have soccer at 10 and the girls have dance class at 10:30.. on the opposite ends of town” he sighs, glancing back at the schedule.

“I have my car, you know. I could take the girls if you want ?” Luke offered, Matt paused- Luke did come over to help him but he felt bad to ask him to do that.

“Are you sure ?” “Yeah man, it’s no problem”

The sound of footsteps filled the house moments later, the 4 kids coming down the stairs and began asking what was for breakfast. Matt and Luke got them settled in for breakfast, explaining to them what the plan for the day is.

Matt headed up to get Rose changed and ready for the day seeing that she can’t do it herself.

“I’m taking the girls to dance class and your dad is taking you two to soccer practice” Luke explains as the two boys help him clear the table. Jake and David were bickering about who could kick the ball from one end of the field into the goal.

“Go grab your gear, we’re leaving in a few.” Matt smiles, stepping back into the kitchen. “See if your sisters are ready too!” he shouted after the running boys.

Within a few minutes, everyone was out the door. Lily and Chloe strapped into their seats, Matt giving them a quick kiss to the cheek each before letting them go off with Luke. Jake, David and Rose were with him, on their way to soccer practice.

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The day went by pretty quickly. From soccer practices to dance class and then home to shower and head back out because Matt had promised to take them to the park. By the time they finally got home from the park, the kids were coming down from a sugar high due to the ice cream and junk food Luke had bribed them with while Matt wasn’t looking.

They had stopped for something to eat mid way through their park trip, meaning that none of them were hungry except for Rose who needed a bath and a bottle before bed.

“Can we watch a movie?” Jake asked his father, and his siblings joined him. The 4 of them looking up at their father, their best puppy dog eyes and pouts in their little faces.

Matt chuckled, smiling at his kids, “what would mom say if you tried that ?” a chorus of “yes” and “yeah” filling the house. Matt paused, he knew Kristy would send them up to get ready for bed but he was the cool parent or so he thought. He felt like he should say yes just because he didn’t spend as much time as he wanted to with them.

“Fine but only one movie. Go pick while I get Rose ready for bed. If you need help with popcorn, ask Luke”

“Uncle Luke!” Lily and Chloe shout, running towards the kitchen as the boys go in the other direction towards the couch.

When Matt returns, the house is quiet. He swears he wasn’t up there that long. “Guys?” he calls, making the way through the house. Luke whispers for him to be quiet as he steps into the living room.

The kids are all passed out on the blanket fort they made on the floor. Matt smiles, letting out a sigh as he sinks into the couch next to Luke. “How long have they been out ?”

“15- maybe 20 minutes” Luke hums, scrolling through his phone. “Who are you so into texting right now ?” Matt asks him.

Luke glances up at Matt over his phone, a slight red tint on his cheeks. “Oh, um- it’s just- it’s Garcia”

Matt hums, “Huh, how are things with Roxy ?”

“Roxy ?” Luke questions, mind obviously blank for a moment.

“Your dog?”

“Oh! She’s fine” he trails off, like he wasn’t sure about his answer.

Matt chuckles, smiling at his love struck friend. It has been a few weeks since Penelope left the BAU and everyone had heard about their date, so it was only itne until they officially became a couple. Matt knew Luke and Penelope were mostly definitely not talking about Roxy based on that blush on his cheek.

“Your wife is superwoman by the way” Luke mumbels, eyes still on his phone.

“Hm ?”

“Taking care of 5 kids while working and being by herself for most of the time ?” Luke drops the phone on his lap. “She’s superwoman.”

Matt smiles, “yeah, she is.”

“Glad you both think so” a voice says behind them. Both men jump,their reflexes kicking in as they stand and turn towards the voice. Kristy is standing behind the couch, her hands up playfully.

“Didn’t mean to scare you two” she smiles, making her way over to give Matt a hug. “Thank you for helping him,” Kristy smiles at Luke, “you’re more than welcome to spend the night if you’d like but we have it covered if you want to go.”

“I think he’s got somewhere to be” Matt pipes up, Luke’s brows furrowed looking back at Matt. “I do ?” he questions.

“I believe there’s a blonde technical analyst waiting for you somewhere.”

“You know ?” Luke smiles, the amusement evident on his face.

“I figured it out first,'' Kristy says proudly. Matt laughs softly, “it’s true, she did”

Luke smiles at the couple, saying goodnight to them before picking up his bag. Matt walks in outside to his car, leaving Kristy inside with the kids.

“Tell the kids I said goodbye, okay ? i’ll come by another say and hangout with them or if you and Kristy need a night, I’m more than happy to take them”

“Think you can handle all 5 of them ?” Matt’s brow raises, his arms folded across his chest.

“I’ll probably get some help from a blonde technical analyst.” Luke laughs.

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winterscaptain · 4 years ago

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roots.

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader a joyful future fic

a/n: another one from 2026! aaron retires from federal service this year, at 57.

words: 2.4k warnings: kids!, missing haley hotchner hours, language

summary: “Every day the increasing weight of years admonishes me more and more, that the shade of retirement is as necessary to me as it will be welcome.” ― George Washington, Farewell Address. au!october 2026

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SSA Mallory Kagan asks you to outline your career with the FBI - purposefully using your first name instead of using your title. It keeps the students guessing and paying attention.

Plus, the payoff when they figure out who you are is the best part of the whole lecture.

“My career at the FBI is more like a big tree than a path or a journey.”

You look out over the classroom - blue shirts abound - and take a deep breath to center yourself.

You’re used to giving this lecture with Aaron, but this is your first fall without him, which also means that this is the first academy class who won’t know him in person.

They’ll only hear tell of the legend SSA Aaron Hotchner was stabbed nine times, lost his wife to a serial killer, and kept going. You know they’ll hear stories about his severity, his general lack of sunniness, hear rumors about the way he laughs with his children, his wife, and nobody else.

You know the older agents tell stories about you, too. They say you ‘tamed’ Hotch, made him a little nicer. They might even say they’ve seen him smile at you, or they’ve seen you give him hell in public.

Aaron Hotchner is practically a myth, now, only supported by your reputation, tall tales from academy classes of yesteryear, and his own legacy.

That retired bastard currently sits in your house with your kids, right on his fine behind, very likely falling into boredom-addled insanity.

“Everything that I am - a parent, a wife, a friend, and an agent - is because of my work with the Behavioral Analysis Unit over the past nineteen years. My unit is my family, and I can’t get rid of them. Just like our own families, we love to hate each other.”

The room laughs, and you know you have them hooked.

“Jokes aside, I would encourage you to get to know your colleagues. Each relationship I built within my unit put a root into the ground, made the proverbial tree stronger - to extend the metaphor. I work with very few of the same people I started with, but I feel as steady and supported as I did back when they called us ‘The Elite Eight.’”

You chuckle a little, clicking through your introductory slide to showcase a photo of the BAU in 2012. You point to each of them as you speak.

“SSA Emily Prentiss, current unit chief of the Behavior Analysis unit and former head of the Interpol London office, responsible for taking down one of the most prolific international arms dealers in modern history.”

The room is quiet, a little awestruck, so you add, “She’s a bit of a big deal.”

They laugh.

“SSA Derek Morgan - you’ll probably hear stories about how he survived the Boston bombing with SSA Gideon in 2005, but don’t worry. He wasn’t there. He was with his momma in Chicago, celebrating her birthday.”

Another laugh.

You’ve honed this routine over the last five years, knowing what to add, when to pause, what to cut if the students lose interest.

“That said, SSA Morgan is one of the best profilers I’ve had the pleasure of working with. Today, he’s a consultant for DC Metro SWAT and is otherwise retired.”

Continuing down the line, “SSA Jennifer Jareau - JJ. Former communications liaison for the BAU, State Department, and DoD. She currently serves with the BAU as a profiler. If any of you are interested in PR or media relations, find an opportunity to speak with her about her experience. Her husband, Will, is a detective with the DC Metro Police and has plenty of stories of his own.”

A student raises a hand, and you give her the go-ahead.

“Sorry for interrupting -“

You stop her. “You didn’t interrupt. You raised your hand. Don’t apologize for taking up space.”

She smiles a little. “Okay. Um, I’m curious. How many people in your unit are married and/or have children? My understanding is that the work-life balance can be difficult in heavy-travel positions like the BAU.”

“It can absolutely be a challenge.” You look back at the photo. “In the course of my career, six of my colleagues have been or were already married and all of them went on to have children.”

“And you?”

You laugh a little, forgetting you’re alone up here. “Right.”

The class laughs, and you point yourself out on the slide.

“I still had my maiden name when this photo was taken, but now I share five children and a last name with SSA Aaron Hotchner.” You throw your thumb at Aaron’s likeness on the screen again for good measure.

You check in with SSA Kagan to make sure you can share everything you usually do with Aaron present - your marriage was often the punchline of your lectures, letting you toe the line of humor a little farther than you normally would.

She nods, a little smile on her face.

“While I wouldn’t necessarily recommend dating your unit chief or marrying your section chief -“ you pause, holding your hands up in surrender to the echo of laughter “- even if they are the same person - you can certainly find the best people without looking too hard.”

Hands shoot up into the air, but that always happens. It’s around this time people start asking the good questions. The people from their course materials and the people in front of them start to link together.

They also figure out that you’re Agent Hotchner. That Agent Hotchner - the one married to the Agent Hotchner.

You look out over the crowd again. “I know you have lots of questions, and I’m happy to confirm or deny any rumors about myself or my family, but,” you pause for dramatic effect. “Hold them for now - you’ll want to know the players before you ask the questions.”

Hands drop, but pens start moving. You continue down the line, skipping over Aaron.

“SSA David Rossi, a founding member of the BAU in the late 1980’s. He worked closely with SSA Jason Gideon, developing a database that we use to this day - one that outlines signatures, modus operandi, and victimology of modern serial killers. SSA Rossi is also well-known for his books - ten of them, in fact, that cover what we do in a kind of…”

You search for a word.

“Conversational format. He retired a couple of years ago, and is a full-time grandpa to all 16 of the BAU offspring.”

A few scattered chuckles pass through the room.

“And then we have Dr. Spencer Reid - I could enumerate his degrees, but we don’t have that kind of time. He’s the smartest person I’ve ever met, and remains an asset to the BAU in the field today.”

You click to another slide - a photo of all of you taken a few weeks ago.

“SSA Matthew Simmons - retired from the United States Army and former member of the FBI International Response Team, or IRT. He’s been with the BAU for ten years now. Like Dr. Reid and SSA Prentiss, he knows multiple languages - which comes in handy.” You look out and raise your eyebrows. “I hope all of you did well in your Spanish classes in high school - you might need it.”

Another laugh.

“SSA Luke Alvez and Technical Analyst Penelope Garcia are another pair that come from, shall we say, nontraditional backgrounds. While Garcia is no longer with the BAU, SSA Alvez is also celebrating his tenth year with us this fall.”

A student raises his hand, and you call on him.

“Isn’t Penelope Garcia the hacker known as The Black Queen? I learned about her work when I was at MIT.”

You snort. “Nice way to slip in you went to MIT, there, bud.” You pause, waiting for the ruckus to die down as the student in question turns bright red. “But yes. Her experience was invaluable to our team. Just to keep up, we stole an analyst from the NSA to replace her - nobody else could cut the mustard.”

You look back, stepping forward and pacing as you speak.”And finally, Dr. Tara Lewis. Formerly working in the FBI Counsel’s office as a forensic psychologist, she joined our team on cases where specific pathologies were in play before becoming a full-fledged member of our team.

“So, as you can see, there are so many varied qualities we look for in profilers, and your own path will be informed by the skills you develop, your temperament, and your dedication to the work itself. There’s no right way to be an agent, and when you leave the academy in five weeks, the whole world of the bureau will be open to you.”

Clicking back to your introductory slide, you turn to the front of the classroom. “I know all my colleagues well enough to take any questions you may have about their careers and paths through the bureau. For any questions I can’t answer, I am happy to direct you to them with the understanding they may not get back to you due to our caseload. I’ll take your questions now.”

Hands shoot up into the air, and you specifically call on the student in the back - the one you know has a question about Aaron.

“So, when you say SSA Aaron Hotchner, you mean the same one that worked the Boston Reaper case for ten years?”

SSA Kagan checks in with you, ready to shut him down, but you call her off.

“That’s right. SSAs Jareau, Morgan, Prentiss, Rossi, Dr. Reid, Miss Garcia, and I worked that case in its final year as well.”

“I have a follow-up if that’s okay.”

You tacitly give him leave to continue.

“How do you handle cases that get that… close? I know there were considerable...” He searches for the right word. “...challenges. How did you guys deal with that?”

Good question.

Returning to the podium, you lean heavily against it, lacing your fingers in front of you. “You’ve all read the Reaper case file, yes? It’s still included in the MCRT training courses?”

There are nods around the room, but you check in with Kagan anyway.

“The declassified version is covered,” She says. “They’re familiar with the full scope of the case.”

“Okay. So, as you all know…”

You remind them what happened, from 1998 to 2009, finally landing where the students want you. “And on November 23rd, 2009, Haley Reneé Hotchner was George Foyet’s 40th and final victim. She was thirty-nine years old. And she was my friend.”

The room is dead silent, all eyes on you, somber and attentive.

“The case was personal. It became personal because Foyet forced our hands. He attacked Agent Hotchner in his home and then targeted his family. So, the question is, how do we deal with that? Right?”

Even Kagan’s watching you closely. It’s the first time you’ve covered this case without the rest of your team. In your joint lectures with Aaron, the case is off-limits for questions. She’s never heard you tell the story in your own words.

You take a breath. “And the answer is… you don’t.”

There are some confused faces, so you elaborate. “There isn’t anything you can do to push the case away from you - that’s how people get hurt. In the meantime, you make adjustments. Agent Hotchner placed Agent Morgan in an interim unit chief position until the case was over, for the sake of his health and sanity. We chased down every lead, understanding that the faster we caught Foyet, the faster Haley and Jack, Agent Hotchner’s son, could come home.”

A young woman in front tentatively raises a hand, and you open a hand to her. “Yes?”

“What happened, you know, after?”

“We moved on as best we could. Going back to my original point -”

You leave the podium and take your place in the center of the floor again.

“- the trust you have in the people you work with can carry you through a great many things. And not all of you will see horror every day - but some of you will.”

You pause for a moment, hoping this is the part that really sinks in for them.

“Always have something to come home to. Always have something or someone that brings you peace, that can take you away from the work.”

+++

You set your things down and walk through the door, immediately accosted by two almost-eight-year-olds and their over-eager little brother.

“Momma!”

You haul Elliot onto your hip and kiss Sophia’s head as Caroline burrows into your side. “Hi, darlings! Did you already have dinner?”

Sophia moves to answer, but Aaron’s voice shoots around the corner. “Yes!”

With a smile, you seek him out, dragging the girls along with you. Lo and behold, Aaron’s at the sink, washing dishes. Isaac’s supervising - sitting on the counter, swinging his feet.

Aaron gets a kiss on the cheek from you as you pass and he turns over his shoulder, chasing you until you peck him on the lips, Elliot squished between you. Your son squirms, and you set him on the ground to chase after his sisters. Isaac hops off the counter likely off to investigate the happenings before retreating to his room for the rest of the evening.

For once, you’re left alone.

“How was your lecture?”

Your arms free, you wrap around him and rest your full weight against his chest as he backs himself into the counter. “Went well. Missed you, though.”

The corner of his mouth tips up. “Did they ask about Foyet?”

“Mhmm. It was a good segue into trusting your team and building each other up, knowing when to step back, etcetera.”

He nods. “Good way to bring it back around. How’s Kagan?”

“She’s good, loving it, as always.”

“Think she’s ever gonna retire?” He asks, tucking into your neck.

You laugh as he presses kisses to the underside of your jaw. “Probably not.”

Aaron leans back to look at you, bringing his hand to your face to brush over your cheekbone. “Are you ever gonna retire?”

“Probably not.”

“What if,” he says, his hands slipping into your back pockets, “you retired in…” He does the math in his head. “Thirteen-ish years and I make it worth your while.”

“Oh yeah? Worth my while? And you’ll be, what, a hundred years old?”

His eyes roll so hard you’re sure he could see his own brain. You pull him down for a kiss, but it doesn’t stop him from mumbling, “Give me a fuckin’ break,” against your mouth.

“Never.”

+++

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briefinquiries · 5 years ago

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Luke Alvez x Reader: Seeing Red

Request: “Can I request an imagine where Luke is jealous of someone the reader is interacting with? Thank you :)”

Tagged: @ssaic-jareau , @alvezstan , @saintd0lce , @ogmilkis, @reidswords , @ssa-morgan , @garcias-batcave , @akimagies, @zhangyixingxing1 , @pinkdiamond1016

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: none

A/N: kjsdkljfa sweet baby luke being all insecure made me so soft, i luv him sm. pls come talk to me about luke.. ok enjoy!

You had been doing it all day. Maybe not intentionally, but enough for Luke to notice. Luke wasn’t the jealous type. He was secure, and he felt confident in his relationship with you. Jealousy was stupid, and Luke wasn’t stupid. So why was he noticing the way you and the deputy of the Austin field office naturally interacted with each other with such ease?

Luke had a case file in hand. It was pertinent that he remain focused on his assigned task. And he tried, he really did. He was reviewing victimology, reading up on what the Austin PD had on each of their missing women. Or at least attempting to.

But when the deputy made a joke and reached out to touch your arm for added effect, Luke started seeing red.

He had to read the page four times before comprehending any of it.

Throughout the remainder of the team’s time in Austin, Luke tried to remain level headed. He kept reassuring himself that he was overreacting. This wasn’t flirting.

Emily had sent you to go with him to visit the latest crime scene upon your arrival, so he was probably just trying to be friendly- make you feel welcome.

But did he really have to look at you like that while you delivered the profile? Or request that you take a ride to the latest victim’s apartment with him? And did he really have to have you doubled over laughing over something he’s said at the back table?

Luke’s biting back the urge to cross the room and wrap his arms around you, right in front of the deputy who was simultaneously doubling as an apparent comedian. Maybe if he pulled you in for a long kiss, it’d get this joker to back off, as he claimed you as his.

But Luke shook the thought away. He was definitely overreacting.

…

Luke drops a coffee cup in front of you early the next morning. The team was still working the case in Austin, and with no new leads, it seemed likely that you’d be here for a while. You’re hunched over a pile of paperwork, a piece of banana bread in your hand.

Luke watches as you flash him an appreciative smile. “Thanks, but I’ve already had some today. Why don’t you give this to Tara? She takes her coffee the same as I do.”

But Luke frowns. “When did you have time to get coffee?” he asks, already knowing that you’d been in the precinct all night.

Without even looking up from the file in front of you, you reply, “I didn’t, Henry brought me one, and this bread. You gotta try some, it’s his grandma’s recipe-”

Luke’s jaw drops. A gesture you don’t notice, because you’re too busy focusing on banana bread. What you do notice, is the way he scoffs lightly. It makes your head turn.

By the time you look up, Luke’s already standing up. He grabs the coffee off from the table harshly, and without a word, drops the full cup in the trash can before exiting the room.

…

He wasn’t angry.

At least not at you.

You and Luke had a solid relationship. He trusted you and that was all there was to it. Whether it was Henry, or another coworker, or any of your male friends, or whoever- Luke wasn’t worried and you never gave him a reason to be.

But Luke didn’t like the way seeing you with the deputy made him feel. Like at any moment, you could leave him for someone with dirty blonde hair and fair skin and biceps bigger than his. It made him feel vulnerable, like he had something to lose- because he had everything to lose.

…

The team spends six grueling days in Austin before catching the Unsub responsible for kidnapping and murdering 3 women.

Luke had been avoiding you for the vast majority of the week. He’d work late hours, leave the room when you entered, never meet your gaze. It was more for his own sanity than anything. This sudden realization that you could do better, and honestly deserved better than him, was all consuming. It made focusing on the case incredibly difficult.

Luke’s gathering his remaining items from the precinct, the jet waiting for him and the rest of the team, when he hears it.

Luke looks up from the table to see the deputy approaching you. He’s too far away to hear what he’s saying, but not so far so that he doesn’t see the folded note that he passes you.

In an instant, Luke’s entire face falls. He felt like screaming.

On the jet ride home, Luke sits between Emily and Matt, which was unusual. Typically, the two of you spent rides home together.

He was dreading the car ride home from the BAU. That would be the first time the two of you would be alone since the coffee incident. He may have been a little dramatic, without meaning to. Luke didn’t want to be the jealous boyfriend. Jealousy was unfair and manipulative and gross. But the idea of another guy buying you coffee, or making you laugh, or giving you his phone number on a folded up piece of paper, made his stomach churn. The truth was, he didn’t want to lose you.

But Luke didn’t know how to say that to you without coming across as a total lunatic.

He’d have to figure it out before landing at the BAU.

…

You don’t want to cause a scene on the jet. But the minute you and Luke are alone at the BAU office together, you corner him strategically at his desk.

“What the hell?” is all you can manage to blurt out. You’re fuming and on the verge tears, Luke’s silent treatment was just about pushing you to the edge. You’d spent the past week focused more on why Luke was suddenly so mad at you than you on the actual case.

There’s a long pause, Luke refusing to meet your gaze.

“Are you gonna tell me why you’ve been avoiding me all week?”

You’re met by silence.

“You’re being childish. Are you really not gonna talk to me?”

Finally, Luke turns to you, and says slyly, “That deputy gave you his number, right? Why don’t you call him? I’m sure he’d love to talk.”

In an instant, a wave of understanding washes over you.

“Are you- are you jealous of Henry?” you ask, unable to hide the hint of a smirk spreading across your face. The idea of Luke being jealous of a deputy from Austin, Texas seemed absolutely ludacris. It was so far fetched that it seemed perfectly reasonable to cross your arms and laugh at your fuming boyfriend.

He rolls his eyes. “No,” he scoffs.

He knows you don’t believe him.

There’s a brief pause before he sputters, “Maybe.”

The smirk on your face only grows bigger. Luke grabs his bag off from his desk before pushing past you, muttering a quick, “So what?” on his way by.

But you turn around and keep pace with him, looping your arm through his. You’re pleased when he doesn’t pull away.

“Baby,” you coo, a playful tone to your voice, you tug at his arm to stop him from walking any further. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

Luke turns his body to face you, but his gaze doesn’t quite meet yours.

“Because jealousy is stupid, and it’s for couples who don’t trust each other, and I trust you.” He pauses and bites his lip before whispering, “You know you could have anyone you wanted.”

You drop the smirk, because you realize Luke was actually bothered by this. You squeeze his hand gently. “What are you talking about?”

“Seeing you with that guy, seeing him gawk over you- it just made me realize that you can do so much better than me,” Luke says quietly, because it’s true.

You’re shaking your head before he even finished his sentence, because the idea of anyone ever being better than Luke was even more ludicrous than him being jealous in the first place.

You reach into your pocket and pull out the note the deputy had given you just hours earlier. Luke watches as you unfold the piece of paper.

Luke quickly sees that it’s not a phone number.

“It’s his grandma’s banana bread recipe,” you explain. “I told him how much you liked banana bread, and that I wanted to make some for you, so he gave it to me..” your voice trails off. “I talked about you a lot actually- but that’s not unusual. I always talk about you a lot.”

You watch as the realization that washes over Luke quickly turns into embarrassment. He fumbles with his words.

“I-I uh.”

But you spare him. “I want you, Luke. And you are exactly what I need, okay?”

Luke blinks as he watches you take a step closer to him. Your arms wrap around his waist, and you pull him so that you’re flush against his body. Luke’s own arms wind around you as he looks down at you, his brown eyes glistening.

“Banana bread, huh?” he muses.

You nod. “Seems like you have quite the competition.”

He smirks, “Man versus yeast.”

You roll your eyes and plead, "Will you just shut up and kiss me?"

Luke leans in, pressing his lips to yours, slow and steady, tasting and feeling every crack and every inch of those lips that you haven’t kissed for days.

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criminaldaddies · 4 years ago

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It’s Been Too Long (Hotch X Reader)

Title: It’s Been Too Long

Request: Can you please do a hotch x reader where there's a large age gap? I don't want smut just cuteness and fluff. I love your Hotchner stories and hope you have a good day regardless of whether you answer my request or not!

Pairing: Hotch X Reader

Triggers/Warnings: None

Words: 665

A/N: Thank you for your kind words lovely! Gosh it feels really good to be back writing. I’ve also opened my blog up to writing about Youtubers if anyone has any requests about them, such as ImAllexx, WillNe, Memeulous or whatever. I love you guys <3

Stepping out into the fresh air, the sunshine stung your eyes but the chirping birds and the cool breeze made you smile. You slammed your car door shut and skipped towards the tall building, pressing the lock button on your keys as your car beeped goodbye. You pulled your phone out from your pocket and checked it: No Notifications. Frowning, you sped up the pace towards the big glass door, swinging them open and practically running to the elevator. You hadn’t seen your boyfriend, Aaron, in a couple days. Well, maybe it was only four days, but without Aaron around, the days went by so slowly. All you wanted was to feel his stubble against your cheek as he kissed your neck and pulled you into his strong arms.

You blinked back into reality as the elevator gave out a loud BEEP and the metal doors pushed open. Your eyes darted around the lobby, searching for Aaron or any of his coworkers so you wouldn’t have to shyly enter the office alone.

“I do NOT care!” A familiar voice whined and echoed throughout the hallway. You turned your head in the direction of the yell and smiled when you saw Penelope Garcia practically running away from Luke Alvez, squeezing her coffee mug in one hand and clutching a group of files in the other. Her eyes brightened when she saw you, completely ignoring Luke now and putting all her attention onto you.

“Y/N, hi sweetie! Looking for Aaron? Right this way! Ugh, perfecting timing too.” She gave Luke one last glare before linking arms with you and dragging you into the office without you saying a single word. Penelope began ranting about how annoying Luke was and how he wouldn’t leave her alone as your eyes remained fixated on Aaron’s closed door. You giggled every now and then just to let her know you were tuned into her rants, but you were mainly focused on how nervous you were to see Aaron again. He was older than you and it didn’t matter to you one bit, but you could tell Aaron disliked the constant teasing he would get from his co-workers. He wasn’t embarrassed by you at all, he just preferred to keep his personal life private as he didn’t want you to be offended by any of his coworkers teasing. You loved his co-workers, despite the occasional giggles. Spencer was very supportive of your relationship as he said he’d never seen Aaron so happy with someone.

Penelope practically shoved you into Aaron’s door. “Good luck honey! I’ll be in the bat cave if you need me.” She gave you one last wink before the click-clack of her heels became a distant noise. You sighed, turning back towards the door and gave it a shy couple of knocks.

“Come in.” His gruff voice sent a shiver down your spine as you recalled every memory you had with him. You weren’t even sure why you were nervous. You knew how crazy Aaron was about you.

Opening the door, you peeked your head in to be met with Aaron’s deep brown eyes.

“Babe.” He arose from his chair and quickly moved towards you, not breaking eye contact for a second. You smiled brightly and sighed into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you and kissed your head, his right hand combing through your hair.

“I missed you.” You mumbled into his chest, feeling the rhythm of his heart beat.

“I missed you too. God I really did.” He pulled away and cupped your cheeks in both his hands. “I can’t stand to be away from you for even twenty-four hours, let alone four days.” He chuckled, earning a grin from you.

“I love you, Aaron.” It was almost a whisper as you said it, but he wasted no time in pressing his lips against yours, moving perfectly in sync with yours. Aaron broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against yours.

“I love you more, Y/N.”

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somesuperherowrites · 4 years ago

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To the Rescue

request: Will you do a Luke Alvez x Reader Drabble where you’re taken by an Unsub and he just barely rescues you and it’s all fluff and all love and all goodness!

a/n: part 2 will contain the fluff !

....

Luke paced around the bullpen anxiously. You weren’t answering any of his texts or calls. Normally, this wouldn’t worry him. He knew you usually took a while to respond, but right now the team had just gotten a case in D.C. and the unsub’s type fit you exactly. When he had seen the pictures of the unsub’s victims, it felt like he had been drenched in ice water. They could have been your mirror image.

He nervously dialed your number again and put the phone up to his ear, “c’mon, c’mon Y/N. Please pick up.”

“Hey, this is Y/N! Leave a message and I’ll call you back.” Your bubbly voice resounded in his ear. Luke quietly cursed to himself. He was going to have to ask Garcia to ping your phone.

Luke practically ran to where Garcia was sitting with Emily in the conference room. “Hey, uh, Garcia. I need you to ping Y/N’s phone for me please.”

Penelope quirked her eyebrow questioningly, but began typing on her tablet.

Emily looked at him concerned, “Luke, what’s wrong?”

“Y/N fits the unsub’s type and I can’t get her on the phone. Oh god... what if he has her Emily.” He was very quickly breaking down and he knew that, but the thought of a serial killer kidnapping you was enough to make him panic.

Emily nodded, “Garcia, did you find anything?”

Garcia stared at her tablet, “Yeah, her phone last pinged right outside your apartment complex. But that was three hours ago.”

“Penelope! Where is she now?” Luke took a shuddering breath. He had to remain rational. Maybe you had turned your phone off for some reason once you were in the apartment.

Please. Please. Please. Be in the apartment Y/N.

“Here is the video footage from the camera near where her phone was last pinged.” Garcia pressed play and the three of them watched as you walked down the sidewalk.

Luke’s breath hitched in his throat as he saw a man approach you and start talking. No alarms bells appeared to be going off in your head. You seemed calm. You pointed down the street and the man nodded his head. As soon as you turned your back, the man forced a cloth over your mouth.

“Oh my god.” Penelope breathed out. They were watching your abduction.

Luke watched as you resisted at first then quickly surrendered to the drugs. Your limp body was then thrown into a nearby van. The whole interaction had take 2 minutes.

“Damn it!” Luke tightened his hand into a first and punched the table. He tightly closed his eyes with his fist resting on the table. Truth be told, it was the only thing keeping him from falling over right now. God, this couldn’t be happening.

“Penelope, track that van and run facial rec. I’m going to get the team.” Emily commanded as she stood up.

She walked over and placed a hand on Luke’s shoulder. “We’re going to get her back Luke.”

Luke bit his lip. He wasn’t one to cry in front of others, but right now, he was fighting like hell to not break down sobbing in the conference room. He pushed himself up off the table. There was only one thought running through his mind now - he had to get you back.

....

You groggily shook your head. Where were you?

You winced as the memories came flooding back to you. Shit. Someone had kidnapped you. Panic began to overtake you and you struggled against the restraints that we hanging you from the ceiling.

How could you have been so stupid. You had pepper spray and you hadn’t even used it. Luke would be so disappointed that you hadn’t fought back hard enough. Luke.

You took a deep breath to keep from crying. Luke was going to find you. You had to believe that.

Footsteps sounded from the hallway near where you were being held. Your eyes widened. Oh god, he was probably a serial killer. You couldn’t survive this. Luke was the tough one in your relationship. He was strong and good and could handle all the bad that the world had to offer. You couldn’t.

He was going to save you. Luke was coming for you.

You pulled against your restraints as hard as you could as a man appeared in front of you with a knife. You cried as you felt him press the cool metal of the blade against your throat.

His breath fanned your face and he smiled, “I’m gonna have fun with you.”

....

Luke paced the floor and exhaustedly ran his hands through his hair. “What are we missing? We have to be missing something,” he demanded looking around to the team members who were tirelessly working in the bullpen.

“Luke,” Emily started gently, “it’s been 3 days. You haven’t left and you’ve barely slept. You need a break.��

Luke scoffed, “do you think she’s gotten a break from the unrelenting hell this unsub is no doubt putting her through?” Heavy silence met his rhetorical question.

“Yeah, me neither. Emily we’re running out of time. He keeps them for 4 days at most. He tortures them, brands them, then dumps their body; and I.. I can’t -“ his voice broke.

Emily stepped towards him and looked him in the eye, “Luke, we can’t think like that. Okay? We’re missing something. You’ve studied this case more than anyone. What are we missing?”

Luke stared at the board in response. What was he missing?

“Hey Spencer!” he began putting together the dots of thoughts in his mind.

Spencer looked up from where he was sitting at his desk, “yeah?”

“Do you have that geological profile?” Spencer nodded and held the map up, which Luke snatched out of his hand.

Luke slammed the paper on the table, “there it is! the letters are of the streets the bodies were found are spelling out my name. Atlantic Street, Lawrence Avenue, Victor Street, East Capital. There’s no Z because that’s where he has her.”

Prentiss’ eyes widened. “Spencer, what street names in D.C. start with a Z?”

Spencer racked his brain, “There’s only one. It’s called Zei Alley. It’s two minutes away from the White House. Do we think he’s that bold?”

“No, I think he’s that stupid.” Luke grabbed the keys from his desk and paused when no one was moving. “Let’s go! He kills them at that location on the 4th day. She doesn’t have that much time.”

Prentiss nodded, “you heard the man. let’s go save Y/N.”

....

Your body was on fire. Anytime you moved, you felt the sharp sting of the cuts that littered your body. Luckily, he hadn’t cut too deeply. Unluckily, everything he did seemed to be because he wanted to cause you maximum pain.

You tried to lift yourself up on the top of your tip toes to give your arms some much needed relief. Being shackled from the ceiling was torture in itself.

You felt tears fall freely from your face as you heard footsteps coming toward you. You closed your eyes in dread. You knew what was coming, and you couldn’t take anymore.

“Please, please stop,” you sobbed.

“Shhh. It’ll all be over soon.” He grunted as he lifted your body against his so that he could undo your chains. He let your arms fall unceremoniously to your sides.

You screamed at the blinding pain that was taking over you. If you thought your arms had hurt before, boy were you wrong.

Your captor sneered at you, “Oh, shut up.”

He placed some a damp cloth against your mouth, and you welcomed the sweet darkness that it brought with it.

...

It wasn’t long before the team arrived at the location that the ubsub was going to bring you to. There was no sign of you yet, but everyone was waiting undercover and ready to jump in the second they saw you.

After 2 hours of waiting, a white van pulled up by Zei alley.

Luke immediately brought the team’s attention to this new development. “Guys, I’ve got a white van by the alley.”

Emily looked over the newspaper that she was holding as she sat on a bench. “I’ve got eyes on the van.”

They watched as the driver got out and approached the passenger side. He pulled the passenger out and help them up.

“Passenger looks unconscious. This is definitely our guy. Move in.” Prentiss commanded.

As the unsub shuffled you into the alley, he was surrounded. He held your body close to his and used you as a shield for protection.

Luke’s breath caught in his throat. You weren’t even awake. You couldn’t fight back. He wanted to scream in anger - how was this fair?

Luke licked his lips as he was thinking and his eyes darted between you and the unsub. “Okay, I’m going to put my gun away, and they’re going to back up, okay?” Luke slowly placed his weapon in its holster.

The unsub tightened his grip around you and shoved the knife deeper into your throat, so droplets of blood were now appearing on your skin.

“Hey, hey, look. You want me, right? That’s why you were spelling out Alvez, huh? Now take me instead of her okay?” At this point Luke was practically begging, but he didn’t care.

“You don’t want it to go down like this, okay man? You don’t wanna do this,” Luke pleaded.

The unsub was seemingly persuaded and loosened his grip on you for a second. A look of hatred flashed in his eyes. “You’re wrong,” he snarled and plunged the knife into your side.

....

You were trying so hard to open your eyes. Something was going on, but you couldn’t open your eyes. You thought you heard Luke’s voice faintly come in and out of focus. “down....don’t wanna..”

Was Luke coming to save you?

You suddenly felt a searing pain in your side and immediately screamed Luke’s name.

Gunshots sounded and you fell to the ground with the unsub. Everything was hazy and pain was consuming all your senses, but you knew without a shadow of a doubt when someone picked you up that it was Luke.

Your eyes kept fluttering open. Trying to stay conscious to see Luke was hard.

“Hey, hey, hey. I need you to stay awake for me Y/N. Can you do that?” Luke pleaded with you. His voice was like crystal water washing over you. So refreshing. Just what you wanted and exactly what you needed.

Even though you were pretty sure you were bleeding out, his voice was enough to make you quirk the side of your mouth into a slight smile. You knew you couldn’t talk, but you kept your eyes open long enough to meet Luke’s concerned gaze for a second before finally falling unconscious.

“No. No. Don’t do this Y/N.” He grabbed your face in his hands. “Come on. Please...” Tears were freely falling from his eyes and he desperately held pressure to your wound while begging you, pleading with you to stay with him.

In a second, medics ripped you from his arms and began applying pressure to your stab wound. They rushed to place you on the gurney and into the ambulance. Luke blindly followed them, unwilling to be apart from you for even a second.

#criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x you #luke alvez x reader #criminal minds fanfic

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youresog0lden · 5 years ago

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15 II Spencer Reid

Summary: It’s been 15 years since the murder of your mother so you take the day off, while back home your best friend is trying to find out what happened with the case completely forgetting that every day for the past 6 years he would come over and stay with you.

WC: 3.2k

Warnings: Angst, the mentions of death, panic attacks, the mentions of depression, ED (kinda), Murder, Stabbing, Violence, Crying, Vomit, The mentions of Heaven I think I could be wrong I might have said above. -But just in case- I used y/n but used a last name so I could make the story easier just replace it.

A/N: I definitely cried while writing this one. Please let me know what you think ! This is one of my favorites ! THIS IS NOT MY GIF

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Notes: Y/n/n = your nickname y/n = your name

Relationship: Spencer x Fem Reader (kinda)

"The song is ended, but the melody lingers on." ~ Irving Berlin

15 years ago. fif-teen. Today was the big day. I was 15 years ago. Since my mom was brutally murdered. They told us they never found the murderer. That they tried to find every piece of evidence that they could but, this person is a pro. Every year I take the night to try and help solve the case but nothing has come out of it.

"Hey Garcia." I chirped picking up the phone.

"Hey beautiful. I know it's your day off but we really need you on this case." she pleaded.

"I can't. I have to go." I say softly hanging up the phone. Every year on her death date I go to her grave to talk to her let her know that she's not alone. I tell her about everyone and everything. I tell her about Spencer. Even though if she was here now she would tell me to stop thinking about boys and that there a waster of time. I bring her her favorite flowers even though they take a week to get to me because there rainbow roses. Her favorite. She says there way to colorful reminding her of everyone of her kids, never a dull moment. So I take the day to thank her for having me for bringing me into this world. I made sure her grave was put in the Jane graveyard. I wanted her to feel at home with her mom and dad. I always leave crying but, knowing she's watching from above only makes me have hope that I will see her again. Right at the time I get up to get ready I get a call from a certain Doctor.

"Hello Dr. Reid." I joked.

"Hello Agent Jane." we laughed at the joke both of us made

"I'm waiting for you." at this point I almost immediately stopped laughing.

"Do you not know what today is?" I asked quietly.

"No. Am I supposed to?" he asked. Yes because I told you. I told you what happened. I told you the date. I told you how she was murdered but I guess you forgot.

"No never mind. Look Spencer I have to go." before he can say anything I hang up. I sit there looking at myself. Black jeans, boots, and a hoodie. I nod before grabbing my bag and the flowers leaving and a bag I packed since I was going home. I set my things down and make sure the flowers are secured. I back out of my parking lot and drive towards the highway. Hey sweetie I just wanted to let you know I love you. Please be careful tonight I love you more than anything. Her voice rang in my head like it did every year on her date. I remember getting the call in the morning after seeing it on the news. I took me months to finally get up and move around and it took me two years to finally go and see her. I was 18 when it happened. My brother was the only one home at the time.

He told me he came home from the football game to see her blood all over the house. Justin wasn't home at the time. Justin being my step-dad. He told me that she asked him to go get roses for there anniversary coming up so he did. I cried for weeks on end. I ended up being taken to the hospital because I stopped eating. I stopped taking care of myself. I couldn't physically do it anymore. I couldn't sit there in the house anymore. I ended up moving out and starting college like my mom would've wanted she was the whole reason I became a profiler I needed to find out what happened. I needed to catch this guy but, it was like he feel off the face of the earth. The case went cold and eventually everyone moved on. Even I did I was finally happy. I made family at work. Nothing could ever replace my original family but they were a close second. I made a best friend. Spencer Reid. Even though he didn't remember today I didn't blame him for it. He may have an eidetic memory but, work was one of the many things that flooded that pretty brain of his.

Eventually after being friends with him it's almost natural to develop a crush -if you will- on him. Almost like a wildfire I did. I couldn't help but love him and all of his quirks. He could make the moon smile if he tried. Hell even if he didn't try but when he did and he let out a laugh it was contagious. Everyone would laugh. He was the heart and soul of the team. His magic tricks, his lectures about why the girl and I can't have more than five shoots and three drinks when we go out. - I really think it's the dominance coming out in him - but he says he just cares about us and doesn't want us to complain to him about our raging headaches in the morning at work. Almost every year Reid would come over and help me through it. I would never actually take him to my moms grave he just stayed the night before and made sure I was okay every morning for almost six years. I hurt that he forgot but once again work probably effected that.

After what seemed to be about a three hour drive and two bathroom stops I pull into the graveyard surrounded by the Jane family church our great, great, great, great, great grandparents founded in. This is where our family was berried time after time. Taking a big breath I see the street lights surrounding the graveyard making it not look as deep and depressing. I grab the flowers and a water bottle moving out the car and into the graveyard. I take a deep breath walking and sitting down by my mom.

"Hey momma." I say softly looking down at her headstone. Cheryl Jane. Loving mother, Wife, and daughter. June 8th 1970- August 25th 2005. It's okay rest easy momma-bear you've done your work. Just at the read of that my eyes start watering. "It's been a year. A lot has happened this year. Emily has been working our asses off. It seems like cereal killers never take the time off. I miss you more than ever. I know Brantly does to. He talks about you the most. It's really hard for me to. Even though you know that. Anyway I'm sure you want to know the constant loop of my life. Well here it goes. Mom I'm in love with my best friend and he's in love with his and I know that sounds confusing but here let me explain in. He may be mine but JJ is his. I can tell by the way his eyes get big when he hears her talk or how his smile is or how he blushes as she talks but I get why shes beautiful. He's so in love with her mom and, it hurt's so bad but sometimes you have to get through the pain. Derek left. He has a kid so he went to be daddy Derek with Savannah. We have a new team member. Luke Alvez he's cool. Emily is the new unit chief. Hotch had to leave for a while. Recently it's been hard mom. I've barley been wanting to go to work in the morning knowing he isn't mine. Mom, I know that if you were here right now you'd tell me." I take a deep breath tears running down my cheeks.

"Don't worry about boys Y/N. Life is way to short. Go out start loving yourself, not guys. Because if one thing is promised in life it's you'll always have yourself. That and, that no one ever makes it out of here alive. So stop wasting time on him and, trust me I'm trying. I really am. I just need you to be here to hold me while I cry in your arms. Mom I'm 33 and I still need to cry into your arms. Mom I thought I would have you until I'm old. I didn't picture you not being here to see me graduate college. I thought you would be here to see me have the kids you always wanted to see me have. You always talked about being a grandma. I thought you could walk me down the isle as I'm getting married in your dress with our family ring seeing your smile on your face. God I miss that smile so much and what I wouldn't do to see it again. Pictures aren't enough. I don't know how long it's been since Jasmine came out here to talk to you but she's married now. To this guy his names James. I really like him. I can tell he makes her happy. There expecting. I'm going to be a godmother and a aunt. I never thought I would be this achieved in my life. The only thing is-" I couldn't stop crying. It kept coming down in waves of sadness tears escaping like no other.

"Well there's quite a few only things but the first thing is I just expected you to be here when I tell everyone the news. I used to remember running into the living room telling you how much I wanted to move to London and meet a cute English boy and have a perfect life. Well the whole boy thing isn't working. -obviously- but I got offered a job for a secret agent task force that goes undercover all around the world and helps solves cold cases from all around. I have to let them know by next week all I could think about was my family, and how if I left how hurt they would feel we've already lost so many team members but at the same time this may be exactly what I need. I would still come and visit you every year. I promise. Pinky. But I don't know I have a lot to think about on my way home. I could sleep in a hotel tonight but I just don't think I want to do that. But anyways I love you lots momma-bear more than anything. See you next year." and with that I placed the roses on her headstone standing up noticing it was starting to get dark I quickly go to my car unlocking it and placing the keys into the ignition and looking at my phone seeing as I shut it off to be more with my mom today.

4 missed call for Spence

3 missed calls from Garica

2 text from Spence. Click to open it.

So that's exactly what I did I look at the texts.

"Y/N please answer me. I know what today is I'm so so sorry I forgot."

"I'm on my way. Please just tell me your safe." I text back with a quick "It's fine. I'm already on my way home. Just leave me alone for the night please." I turn off my phone once again before heading on my way home. Leaving the busy road to much calmer ones.

"Mommy." I called out walking around the house. There I stood in a blue Cinderella dress and her clear heals with this sassy attitude.

"Yes sweetie." she laughs looking at me taking out her clunky camera and snapping a picture of me.

"Mommy can you pwease help me talk this off." my four year old eyes flashed on her. She laughs nodding her head. She helps me take off the dress leaving me in my hello kitty underwear and heals. She pulls out one of my pj sets and looks at me.

"Let's get you ready for bed. Yeah?" she says. I nod sticking my arms up. She picks me up taking me into the bathroom.

"Can we pwease use the hello kitty bubbles." I ask with puppy eyes.

"Of course my sweets." she kissed my forehead. She lets the bath fill up before putting me in there and bathing me. Kissing me on the head, the shoulder, the top of my back, the side of my head then, my nose. Every time a little laugh left my lips.

"Stop mommy it tickles." I laugh splashing the water. She gasps

"Mommy." I say sternly. She gives me a look before continuing

"Yes baby."

"I love you more than ice cream."

"Is that so?"

"Yes."

"Then I love you more than the sun and moon combined."

As the flashbacks come back so do the tears. I pull over to the side of the road before feeling my heart crack.

"Then I love you more than the sun and moon combined."

"Fuck." I yell sitting in my car all alone. My breathing increasing in seconds my hands shaking. I can feel the urge to get out of my car and puke. But I sit there trying to call myself. It wouldn't stop her voice, the memories. I grab my phone knowing only one person could even remotely help this but deciding against it I put the phone down. I bust my car door open before falling to my knees and puking whatever I ate this morning out. I didn't stop tho I couldn't but once, I finally do I stand up and go to my car looking for a bottle of water. Finding one a few seconds later I grab my to-go bag washing my mouth and and brushing my teeth with the water I had. I get back in my car which now my hands weren't shaking as much so I was good on driving. At a red light I turn my phone on waiting for it to start back up again. When it finally does I connect it to my speaker I quickly call Spencer. The phone rings for a second before hearing the uttermost thing.

"Hello." his voice sounded shakily.

"Spence." my voice broke. Fuck really.

"Y/n/n." he sighs realizing you.

"Spence I'm almost home do you think you could spend the night tonight I don't want to be alone." I whimpered out tears sliding down my face.

"I'll be there in ten with food ready for you." he almost said instantly. I nod knowing he can't see me before hanging up and making my way down the exit.

"Mom. Get out." I complained. I was 15 and I just wanted privacy.

"Come on sweetie talk to me." she sighs.

"No. Just leave me alone." I yell.

"Don't you dare yell at me I am your mother." she was now raising her voice. I stopped dead in my tracks.

"I wish you were never my mother. "

After saying those few words to her, I could see the heartbreak in her eyes. She did everything for me even when we didn't have money and it was just the two of us. Then at the time it was my mom, my sister, I and her husband Justin and his kid. I didn't mean to say it I was just mad and I always apologized for it still feeling bad for even saying it.

"I wish you were never my mother." The words were like ice. She stopped dead in her tracks. It still heart my heart when thinking about it. It still made me cry thinking about it. Which I already was but still it only increased it. I grab my bag walking into the apartment complex seeing Reid's car parked a few down from mine I knew he used the key I gave him to get into my apartment. God how much more obvious could I be. I walk to the elevator pressing the fourth floor taking my time up there. I open the door hearing his footsteps bring him into direct eye-contact. I drop my bad right by the door closing it as he held his arms open for me to walk into, so I did exactly that. I walk right into his arms. My arms latching around his neck his wrapping around my waist. I bring my head into his neck crying harder with each second the hug lasted. He doesn't say anything he just sways us back and forth letting us take in the moments. Enjoying having someones arms to cry in after a long day of crying by yourself. It felt nice knowing he was there if you needed him.

"Do you want to eat?" he asked. I nodded my head before sitting at my island. He hands me my bowl of Chinese food and takes his own setting it down on the side of me. I lay my head on his shoulder messing with my food with my fork. He notices it but doesn't say anything he just takes my hand way and holds it with his laying his head on top of mine. He took his head off mine and unlaced his hands before taking a deep breath.

"You need to go lay down you look exhausted." he says in a hushed tone.

"Can you come lay down with me." I say just as quietly.

"If you go get ready I'll clean up the kitchen then I'll come lay down with you." he says. I nod before walking a few steps forward before quickly turning around and turn into his embrace hugging him once again. I mumble a quick 'thank you.' Into his stomach.

"I love you." I say once I finally let go.

"I love you pretty girl." he says softly using my nickname he gave me a while ago when I started using the nickname pretty boy because of Morgan. I walk into my room changing into a pair of shorts and his over sized Cal-tech t-shit. I brush me teeth once again and go into my room where he has changed from his normal dress pants into his flannel pants with a hoodie on. I smile at him smally but I could tell he noticed because once I did he flashed me an award winning smile holding up his tooth brush. I laugh lightly and walk to the bed letting him get in the bathroom. He walks out and get's on his side of the bed laying into it with me.

"Y/n?" he questioned.

"Yes love."

"I heard that they think the found the killer." he says. I sit up straight.

"What-" I questioned softly

"Emily said they found a note and a dead body confessing into killing your mom." he says just as softly.

"How do we know it's him?"

"He explained in the letter details only the person who did it would know his prints were found on a weapon that looks exactly like the weapon your mom was killed with and the blade matched and everything. Then we found a recording of him and your mom talking."

"When did you find this?"

"Today." I nod.

"So it's really him?"

"Yeah. It's really him." he says. I smile softly, our eyes finally meet. He grabs me pulling me closer to him. I take this as a sign and plant my lips on his. He doesn't kiss back so I pull away just as quickly.

"I'm-I-I'm so sor-" I was cut off by his lips on my once again finally feeling at peace.

"Our Life is made by the death of others."~ Leonardo da Vinci

#spence #spencer reid #spencer #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid smut #mgg #mgg fanfiction #mgg x reader #mgg fic #mgg smut #derek morgan #jenifer jareau #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fandom #criminal minds #emily prentiss #luke alvez #tara lewis

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doyouever-daydream · 4 years ago

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Day 1: Mistletoe kiss

A/N Hello lovely humans! I’ve come to life again to post something I wrote inspired by a Holiday Writing Prompt (I lost the link but it was so good), the prompt was “Mistletoe kiss” so here we are... Hope you like it, I really missed writing Garvez fanfics and even though at some point I thought “did I forget how to write in English?” I think it’s not terrible but sorry in advance for the gramatical errors. I hope you’re doing well, enjoy x

...Also I’ll try to do like a 12 days of Christmas thing, so far I’ve written three fics for this, so that’s a good start, let’s hope work and life don’t get in the way, fingers crossed.

Pairing: Penelope Garcia x Luke Alvez

Warnings: None just pure fluff.

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The entire group was at the bar after a very busy week, they had been away on a case and Penelope was so happy to see them back that suggested they should go and get some drinks, much to her delight Shaw’s was already decorated for the upcoming holidays. The way her eyes lit up when she entered the place made Luke’s heart race, he was helplessly in love with her, he had been for a while but it was only recently that he admitted it to himself.

JJ smiled, Penelope seemed fascinated by the Christmas lights and Luke seemed fascinated by Penelope, she could only hope that they would get together by Christmas, they had feelings for each other even if they tried to hide it, she just knew, she always knew.

The time flew by between drinks, laughs and conversations about anything and everything, after spending so much time seeing terrible things on the job, those moments together were a good way to recharge.

“I think I should get going” Said Matt, checking his phone and wishing to hug his wife and children.

“Me too, I can only hope we won’t get called in tomorrow” David announced looking at their boss.

Emily got up, also calling it a night “Let’s hope not”

“I’ll stay for a little bit more” Penelope said, still eyeing the decorations Manny and Flo, the owners of the bar, had put up, JJ looked at Tara, Penelope had a bit more to drink than the rest, but before they could say anything Luke spoke up.

“I can stay with her” He offered, trying to sound nonchalant but on the inside he felt like a teenager excited at the thought of spending some time alone with his crush.

“Ok, good night guys” One by one they all left until there were only the two of them, they started talking about their plans for their holidays, Christmas traditions they had with their families growing up, soon enough two hours had passed and Penelope realized her eyes were closing, Luke also noticed and he offered to drive her home.

“Oh no, it’s ok, I can call an Uber” She pulled her phone out of her bag and unlocked it, he rolled her eyes and helped her put her coat on, they left the tip for the waiter and walked towards the door.

Luke placed both of his hands on her shoulders “Come on, Pen, it’s no trouble at all” She suddenly started laughing and Luke was confused as to what was so funny.

“Seriously Newbie? Oh my gosh, I can’t believe you tricked me” He didn’t know what to answer since he had no idea what she was talking about, before he could ask, she placed her lips on his and he froze.

She still had her eyes closed when she pulled apart “Next time you feel like kissing me, just do it, no need to strategically place me underneath mistletoe” She looked up and he followed her gaze, they were in fact standing underneath mistletoe, he had no idea but it had worked in his favor, with smiles on their faces and his hand holding hers, they walked to his car processing what had just happened.

#garvez #penelope garcia #luke alvez #penelope x luke #garcia x alvez #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #garvez fanfiction #holiday fic #garvez x-mas #garvez imagine

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ironwoman18 · 4 years ago

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Garvez Moments part 10

I want to apologize for the long time. I had a writer block and the ideas were gone and I did not the best ideas.

Chapter 10: Honeymoon

The couple left to Peru - Lima. They took an airplane from Washington to the long travel to the south American country.

They arrived early the next day, and they were really tired and just check in and sleep a couple of hours.

Later that day they took a shower and after dinner they took a short walk just to see the hotel surrounded area.

"I never imagined to come here or even getting married" said Penelope smiling at him.

"I'm happy then.... because I want to do things we never thought we could do" He smiled and kissed her.

After that they returned to the hotel and up to their room where they slept all night long. Then at morning they got ready to the tour to Machu Picchu.

They woke up hugging each other in bed. Penelope checked her phone after removing her sleep mask "babe... it's time to get ready"

He kissed her cheek softly "I will take a quick shower and while you take yours I will go to get us breakfast"

After Luke did as he said, she got in the water and took a long shower and when he arrived she was putting on her shoes "I'm not use to wear sneakers but I don't want a broken ankle so..." she said putting on her shoes.

They ate a sandwich with coffee and later left to depart from Cusco, with pickup from your hotel and a transfer from the city center to your train station. They chose the Expedition train, the Vistadome, with glass on all sides for a better viewing.

Then they enjoyed a scenic train ride, with stunning views of the mountainous terrain that makes up the area near Machu Picchu.

They arrived in Aguas Calientes, the small village located at the base of this famous Inca site, and board a bus for the short ride to this sacred citadel.

On their way the tour guy, with a thick accent, explained "Machu Picchu was completed around 1450, when the Inca Empire was at the peak of its power and influence, the site was left vacant within 100 years of its creation, thanks to the conquest of the Inca people by the Spanish. Though the site today remains abandoned, many believe Machu Picchu to be a key center of spiritual energy..."

"I'm sure Reid would be correcting this guy or even saying facts about how they sacrificed their children to a god" said Penelope in a whisper to her husband.

"Or telling us what the name means and everything about it" they laughed softly as they imagined boy genius voice talking.

They followed their guide through the main streets of the marvel of ancient engineering. Learning about the site’s history and design as they meandered and taking photos through the town square, key religious sites, an elaborate network of agricultural terraces, and intricately-designed stone staircases.

After spending a few hours at the site, they returned by bus to the train station in Aguas Calientes and then to their chosen train for the trip back to Cusco and their hotel.

Penelope felt tired but happy. The height did not bothered as much as she thought and spending some time with her handsome husband were worth the money and the long travel.

Fourteen hours later they couple were back resting in their hotel room. The helicopter tour will be in two days so they planned to walk around, try local food and buy presents.

They spent one of those days at the pool. It was summer season in the South so the heat was perfect for the pool.

The next day they left to the airport to get aboard the helicopter.

They arrived and there was a man with black hair and tanned skin. He was wearing a blue jacket and jeans with a hat.

"Welcome to the Alejandro Velasco Astete Cusco International airport. I'm Felipe Gomez and I guess you are Luke and Penelope Alvez?"

They both nod "nice to meet you Felipe, I guess you are Dave's friend right?" Said Luke smiling.

"Yeah I am" he smiled "he booked this flight for you as a present for you as a wedding gift. And I owned him a free flight" they looked at him with raised eyebrows "let's say he won a bet and one of the things included were a free flight" they laughed "today I will be your guide and Alex, my brother will the pilot. You will look Sacred Valley from up high in our helicopter" he led them to the helicopter "as FBI agents you must know the safety rules but as a law requirement I have to inform you" he took a moment to do it then they all got in and they took off.

Once in the air, they headed towards the Sacred Valley, specifically to two of the most magnificent Inca constructions: Maras and Moray.

"Ok let me tell you about the places we are going to. Maras is a salt extraction center that has been operating since the time of the Incas. It is made up of thousands of rectangular water deposits located on the side of a mountain, which together form an out-of-this-world landscape. And we will also pass over Moray, an enormous construction of concentric circles that worked as an agricultural laboratory"

The saw the Maras' white floor, there were some people walking on them and taking photos. Then the helicopter flew over Moray, a bunch of group of circles one inside the other like a football stadium.

The saw also the mountains around those two places and returned to the airport. The place was amazing and they enjoyed it.

The rest of the honeymoon was full of small tours around the city and watching more places in Cusco.

For their last night in Peru, they went to a restaurant to have dinner and the place had a dance floor so after dinner they dance some good Latin music and had fun.

"This was a lovely place and I hope we can come back because I think we missed some other historical places" she said as they walked to the hotel.

"I'm agree and spending this with you was the best" they smiled and kissed softly then arrived to the hotel to sleep and left for the airport to begin their journey back to the US.

OOooOOooOO

I hope you liked this. Next one will be the Garvez baby.

#criminal mind #garvez #luke alvez #penelope garcias

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libraryofloveletters · 4 years ago

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Spilt Wine & Last Minute Cases

Emily Prentiss x Penelope Garica x Platonic!Reader

Warnings: fem!reader, alcohol and the consumption of

Prompts: #60:“Let’s get drunk” “It’s 9am?” “It’s 5 somewhere darling”

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 1.5k

Author’s Note: this one’s for the lovely @saprentiss <3 and my darling grace @temily because I know how much you love them

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Since Emily returned to the BAU, Penelope's been asking for an assistant - more of a little helper to keep track of files and whatnot. Truthfully, Penelope’s been asking since Hotch was unit chief and although Hotch had a soft spot for her, Emily had a bigger one and gave in.

You started last week, you had no idea how to use all of Penelope’s tech or what they did, you understood the basis but if she asked you to find something, it felt like she was speaking a whole other language.

Penelope being Penelope, invited you over so she could teach you how to use it. She didn’t specify what time, she only said Saturday and gave you the address. She suggested Saturday because they usually didn’t have cases on the weekend and you would be able to learn without the pressure of having a case- so here you were at quarter to 9 on Saturday morning knocking on Penelope’s door.

She shouted that she's coming and the door opened, Penelope stood there in her nightgown, her hair wrapped up in a bun.

“Sweets,” she yawned, “why are you here so early ?” she asks, leaning against her door.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, you didn’t say what time” you ramble out into a sentence. She waved her hand, motioning for you to come in as she made her way further into her apartment. You looked around after you shut the door, the place screamed Penelope, from the colours, the furniture, the figurines and beads.

Another set of footsteps caught your attention, a black haired woman stepping out of the bathroom, “who was it babe- oh y/n, hi” Emily smiled at you.

Your eyes widen - Emily was in her pjs too, you realized that she had slept over or perhaps even lived there? Sergio rubbed up against your leg, you leant down to run your fingers through the cat’s fur before standing again.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize- I can come back another time if you’re busy or-” “Oh don't be ridiculous. You’re welcomed here anytime, isn't she?” Emily says, walking towards Penelope, her arm over the blonde’s shoulder now. Penelope hums taking a sip of her coffee.

Taking a seat at the counter, you watch as Emily and Penelope move around the kitchen, perfectly in-sync like it was something they had done regularly.

“Can I ask something?” looking towards the two woman, they both smile, waiting for your question.

“Are you two- y’know.. together ?” you wonder out loud.

“Yeah” Penelope says, Emily pulling her towards herself before pressing a kiss to Penelope’s temple.

A squeal of excitement slips out, “oh my god! that's so cute, you guys are perfect together- like I totally see it. You balance each other out if that makes sense and- oh wait! I have something for you” you reach into your bag, the couple watching you, smiling at your excitement.

A bottle of wine was set on the counter- it was brought as a gift for Penelope as it was your first time by her place and it would have been rude to show up empty handed.

Emily picks up the bottle, inspecting the label. She hums in approval, “you have good taste” you give her a smile.

“Let’s get drunk” Emily looks at Penelope and then over at you.

“Honey, it’s 9am?” Penelope takes the bottle of her, setting it on the counter behind her.

“It’s 5pm somewhere darling” Emily was already reaching for the wine glasses in the cupboard.

Emily now settled in the living room on the couch, Sergio cuddled into her side. “y/n, can you get the bottle please?” she calls, turning on the tv. “Yeah!” you shout back, walking towards the counter.

Penelope’s hand grabs yours, “don’t” she warns you.

“She’s the boss” you whisper, Penelope rolls her eyes.

“I’m your boss!” she half whispers, half shouts.

“But she’s the boss boss” Penelope sighs, giving in and letting you take the bottle. She follows you to the couch, the 2 of you sitting on either side of Emily. The 3 glasses being filled and refilled for the next hour and a half when the last of it is poured into your glass.

“I think we have another bottle somewhere” Penelope gets off the couch, making her way to the kitchen. The cupboard doors hitting each other as she pulls them open, looking for the bottle.

“Check the fridge!” Emily shouts to her girlfriend before turning to you. “So, y/n, is there anyone special in your life?” she smiled but you on the other hand, almost choked on your wine, a little bit spilling onto your shirt. “Wha- no, no. There’s no one” clearing your throat before taking another sip- blaming your blush on the alcohol.

Penelope returned just as Emily suggested something completely bizarre, “Luke, Luke’s single and he’s a nice guy. Wait- are you into guys?”

“Uh I don't have a set preference per se” you take another sip- this time to wash down the embarrassment of your boss trying to set you up. Penelope sitting on the arm rest of the chair, Emily’s arm wrapped around her waist when she looks down at her girlfriend.

“Newbie ? You want to set up sweet, precious y/n with newbie ? Emily Prentiss are you insane ?”

“What ?” she laughed, “Luke is a nice guy!”

“Maybe if y/n were someone else! I won’t let you set her up with him”

Before Emily could protest, her phone rang. Her face and the drop in her tone let you both know that there was a case. She tossed the phone somewhere on the couch, her hand patting Penelope’s side. “Sorry girls, fun’s over. We have a case” sighing as she stands. Penelope groans and falls back into the couch while you begin picking up the empty glasses.

“Oh sweetie, don't worry about those.” she calls from the couch, “it’s alright” you smile, stepping back into the living room.

“I can't let you go to work like that” she sits up, she grabs your hand and pulls you into the room. You barely get a moment to register what’s happening before Penelope is tossing a shirt your way. Catching it, you look at her, brows furrowed and a confused look on your face.

“Wine on your shirt” she says, going through the closet for something to wear. changing your shirt, you shove it into your purse before stepping back into the kitchen. Emily’s halfway dressed with half a bagel in her mouth and a cup of coffee in one hand. Buttoning up her shirt the rest of the way, she smiles at you and heads to the room where Penelope was.

The coffee pot was almost empty so you poured what was left into a mug and put on another pot. Penelope comes hopping out of her bedroom, Emily following behind her holding both of their purses. Penelope has one heel on and is trying to put the other one as she makes her way to her door.

“Forget the coffee, we’ll get some on the way to work” she finally gets the other heel on and opens the door, ushering you and Emily out the door.

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The three of you had just stepped off the elevator, coffee in hand when you called for the two women that were a few steps ahead of you.

“Gum” you pop a piece into your mouth, screwing your face at the way it mixed with the leftover wine and coffee taste in your mouth. Emily and Penelope both took a piece each and mirrored the same expression, needless to say- the taste wasn’t great.

Everyone was in the briefing room when the 3 of you arrived. Everyone’s eyes on you, Emily and Penelope.

Penelope took the remote from Luke who was fidgeting with the buttons, he smiled at her and she rolled her eyes in response. Emily settled into her chair and you were sitting before Matt who was now looking at your shirt.

Emily was going over the briefing, a case in New Orleans- a missing group of children.

“What ?” you mumbled quietly to Matt, not wanting to interrupt Emily.

“Cute shirt” he chuckled, glancing at you before looking back towards the screen. Looking down at your shirt, you hum. “It’s Emily’s right ?” he asks, a smirk on his face.

“Stop that” you warn, his brows furrowed with a smile on his face. “Stop what?” he teased.

“I know what you’re thinking. Don’t be weird” you poke his side with your pen, he mirrors your action. Emily notices the two of you playing around, she calls for both of you.

“Something you wanna share ?”

“Just telling y/n how much like her shirt.” he smiles at Emily.

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