#of unsub ofcourse

[januaryembrs]

just rewatched 4x24 amplification so here’s a silly thought

reader and spence get stuck together & reader just flirts with him the whole time and he’s like ‘please help me in finding something to go off of’ and she’s just like ‘anyone ever tell you you look good all sick and sweaty reid’

meanwhile penelope is on the verge of a panic attack

PRETTY | Spencer Reid x Reader

description: Spencer seems to be the only one keeping it together when the two of you get hit with the new Anthrax strain.

length: 450wds

warnings: anthrax, sweating, intoxication, flirting

“How’s she doing?” Penelope asked, her voice crackly and quiet through the phone as Spencer rooted around the office for the cure to whatever strain of Anthrax their UnSub had cooked up. 

He took a shaky breath, feeling his hair sticking to the back of his neck with the sweat that gathered there. “She’s…” He trailed off, flipping a look over his shoulder where you were leaned against the desk, your head a little wobbly and heavy as you strained to keep yourself upright, “She’s hanging in there,” 

“Did I ever tell you how handsome you are with the long hair, Reid?” You slurred, sounding somewhat drunk as you spoke, no doubt a byproduct of the fever, and he hoped you weren’t in any pain, since you didn’t seem in any state to complain. You seemed euphoric if anything, judging by the intoxicated grin on your face as you reached for him, your hands lightly sheened in sweat. 

“Yes, you did,” Spencer replied, his cheeks burning with more than the high temperature that he was running, “Multiple times. Sweetheart, do you reckon you could help me look for the cure?”

“Sure!” You hopped away from the counter, almost throwing yourself to the ground in your excitement, and you felt the room spinning as you reached up to the cabinet above his head to search for the medication, “When this is all over, you gotta let me put some cute braids in it or something, Spence, I mean you’re really missing a trick-”

“Ofcourse, you can put the prettiest pigtails in my hair, the second we find that antidote,” He promised, his agile fingers flicking through every drawer in the cabinet, despite the fact his chest was pounding at your flirtatious tone. 

“Reid, that does not sound like she’s hanging in, that sounds very much the opposite of hanging in there,” Penelope rushed through the line, her fingers whizzing across her keyboard, the clicking clear through Spencer’s speaker, “She wants to primp you like you’re little girls in a playground, Reid, that is not hanging in there- oh good heavens I think I need a happy place right about now,” 

“I’ll say,” Spencer said where his head was in the fridge, rooting through the packs of diet coke and sparkling water the scientists had. He felt fingers rooting through his hair, and he sighed as he glanced up at your dazed expression, because he hated telling you no, “Cure first, honey, then you can braid my hair,”

“Right! Right, sorry it’s just so pretty, you’re just so pretty-” You mumbled, helping him empty out all of the files onto the floor so he could start skim reading. 

He hoped for his own sake the paramedics close. 

[r-is-typing]

red | s.r

summary: in which red was their color

request: Hi lovely I saw your requests were open and was wondering could I please request for Spencer Reid - your part of the BAU and Spencer is in love with you but thinks nobody knows but ofcourse they all do. And one day when you’re working a case an officer flirts with you and jealous Reid comes out. Also welcome back to the world of writing I can’t wait to read your works ❤️

requested by: @justpeachy46

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

category: fluff with a little bit of sadness/jealousy (reid being a sad jealous man)

content warnings: spencer jealousy era, the bau being a bunch of teases

word count: 1.5k

send in your requests here!

Red. Red was the color of some of the cardigans in Spencer's closet. Red was the color of his favorite coffee mug in his kitchen. Red was the shade of lipstick he loved on his coworker (and the woman he had been pining over for the last 10 years) the most. Red also happened to be the color his face turned when he was faced with something he had experienced for the first time only weeks prior; jealousy. The team was in Buffalo, New York for a case. Typical serial abductor, nothing the team hadn't seen before. The case had wrapped up in a pretty decent amount of time - the Unsub being caught within a week, which the team felt relief when that happened. Not only could they get home as quick as they could, but it was a huge relief knowing that the horrible person who committed these crimes was locked up and people felt safe because of them.

Y/N was helping Emily pack up some of the case files and other things necessary for them to take back to Quantico for their evidence lockup. A door opened, Spencer walking through with two cups of coffee and a hot tea. "One coffee with light sugar, extra creamer, and one green tea with honey." Spencer gave the cups to the respective people.

Y/N took the tea eagerly, looking up at the man. "You, Spencer Reid, are a lifesaver. The New York air nipped at their skin, so the three who were left to pack up everything at the police station had the brilliant idea of getting hot drinks to warm themselves. "O-Of course, I know it's your favorite." Spencer awkwardly shoved his hands in his pockets as he looked at her, not missing the smirk and knowing glance that one Emily Prentiss gave to the both of them.

"Did you know that green tea is not only good for boosting your energy level, but is also helpful in controlling blood sugar levels by enhancing insulin sensitivity and glucose metabolism?"

Y/N looked at Spencer as she took another sip. "Huh. Interesting. Is there anything you don't know, Genius?" She looked at him with a playful smirk, putting a manila folder into the cardboard box.

The door opened again and the three of them looked up. It was one of the local officers there in Buffalo. "So, I was thinking.." The man had walked over to Y/N, starting a conversation. Spencer stared at them as he held one of the folders, his knuckles turning white at how hard he gripped the folder.

He couldn't hear anything the guy was saying, but that didn't matter to him. What mattered to Spencer is what he could hear. Y/N's laugh as her head was thrown back, looking as if she was giggling up to the ceiling.

What could possibly be so funny?

Spencer definitely didn't miss the not-so-subtle pass of a piece of paper from the officer to Y/N. His best guess? His phone number. The only real question Spencer had; Would she even reach out to him or did she just take his number to let him down easy?

"Hotch just texted. Wheels up in 20."

Spencer had never been happier to know Emily than he felt in that moment. He was even thankful for Hotch that because of them having to board the jet so soon, Y/N snapped out of conversation and helped him and Emily finish packing the stuff to take back to the FBI building.

Once they boarded the jet, Y/N sat on the sofa that was normally Reid's spot, but everyone knew that when it came to her, he didn't care if she took it. Anyone else? Tough luck. Soft giggles and whispers took him out of the trance he was in when reading. Again, what could possibly be so funny?

Y/N stared intently at her phone, and Spencer couldn't help but notice the small blush that painted her face, where there usually was nothing.

"Kyle and Y/N sitting in a tree..."

JJ began to sing as she sat down next to Emily and across from Spencer and Morgan. "Sorry?" Spencer looked confused, but the other two just laughed at the blonde. "You didn't hear? That officer back in New York asked Y/N out. He's driving to Quantico this weekend and taking her to dinner, I think."

Spencer's fists turned white again as he gripped the book he was reading. "You alright there, genius?" Emily raised an eyebrow looking at Reid who just nodded. "Just fine." He spoke bluntly.

Before they knew it, Friday had rolled around and Y/N was getting ready for her dinner with Kyle when her phone buzzed. The text read:

From: Penelope Garcia

Hotch needs everyone back for final paperwork. Sorry, dollface.

Y/N sighed, sending her date a quick text as she walked to her car, making her way back to where she was just days ago. When she walked in the door, Penelope was quick to wrap her in a hug. "I'm so sorry about your date.." Spencer heard what the two women were talking about and couldn't help but smile.

His smile quickly disappeared seeing the familiar man walk in moments later, a bouquet of flowers in his hand. Spencer watched as Y/N gasped, walking over to him and taking the flowers, hearing her give thanks to the man.

Spencer could feel his face heating up. He made a confused face mostly to himself. He didn't know what he was feeling but he didn't like it. The slow but building anger, the heat in his face, his fists instinctually curling into balls, and his eyebrows furrowing.

Before he could stop himself, he got up and walked to the pair. "Nice flowers." Spencer started to speak, the anger evident in his voice. "But, her favorite are daisies. I mean, do you even know her?" Spencer scoffed. Y/N looked up at him with a mix of confusion and shock in her eyes.

"Rei-"

Spencer held his hand up to Derek who tried to stop him from talking. "I mean, really. You meet her for maybe all of five minutes and decide she's the one you want and you don't know a single thing about her?" Spencer paused to take a breath and continue.

"Do you even know what her favorite color is, or her favorite song to listen to when she's sad, or her favorite movies depending on the mood she's in, or-or-"

"Reid." The stern voice of Hotch speaking would usually quiet Spencer down, but everyone could see how escalated his emotions were when not even Aaron Hotchner's voice could quiet him.

"Listen, if you want to ask out someone in the BAU, fine. Go right ahead, but not her. Okay? Anyone but her. I've been in love with her for years now, and this... I can't see this working out because you don't know her like I do."

Y/N couldn't help but giggle making Spencer turn to her quick. "Spencer..." She began. "This is Kyle. My best friend from high school. We haven't talked to each other in years, and so when he saw me in New York he gave me his number so we could catch up."

Spencer felt a mix of emotions was through him. Relief, embarrassment, and an emotion he could only describe as "How stupid could I be?". "But, JJ said-" Emily cut him off. "We knew Y/N couldn't hear us so we made a bet to see how fast it would take you to get jealous."

Spencer felt as if he had just seen a ghost for the first time. "I'm so sorry." He apologized profusely. Kyle shrugged it off, saying he understood the confusion. "And, listen, I got her these flowers because as far as I knew, they were her favorite." Kyle said, laughing softly.

Spencer looked towards Y/N who just stood there, staring at him and smiling. "I like daisies a lot. I, especially started liking them when you started to give them to me. They became my favorite because they were the first flowers you ever gave to me, Spencer." Spencer stood there in shock.

What?

"Oh, and for the record. Two things." Rhyan looked at him. "One, I like you too. Always have." Spencer looked at the girl in adoration.

"Two, jealousy is a really nice shade of red on you, Spence."

Red. Red was the color of some of the cardigans in Spencer's closet. Red was the color of his favorite coffee mug in his kitchen. Red was the shade of lipstick he loved on his coworker (and the woman he had been pining over for the last 10 years) the most. Red also happened to be the color his face turned when he was faced with jealousy.

But, more importantly, red just so happened to be the color of the dress Y/N was wearing when she reciprocated Spencer's feelings; their color.

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so, i'm gonna be honest... wasn't thinking i was gonna love this as much as i do! one of my new favorites for sure. thank you for the request! <3

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[v3nusxsky]

So I recently started watching Criminal Minds and ofcourse I’m head over heels for miss Prentiss so I was wondering if I could request a Emily Prentiss x f!reader where Emily is dom and is brat taming reader because reader enjoys being a brat sometimes? <3

Thank you and hope you have a wonderful day <3

Little brat 18+

*Authors note~ don't we all need an Emily to train us? A daddy fully capable of handling our bratty behaviour?*

Trigger warnings~  daddy kink! Brat r dom em thigh riding strap over stim? Toys restraints degrading? Praise

Prompt~see ask*^^^^

Truthfully, you didn't know why you began to brat against Emily, after all you knew very will you'd be swiftly put into your place but you still did it anyway. The BAU were stranded in Vegas for another night due to the jet being loaned to another unit for the day. And of course the team decided to go out and celebrate the success of another Unsub off the streets. But you had well and truly wound Emily up.

It started with simple touches or whispered words to rile her up but you knew you fucked up when Emily tapped two fingers to the side of her thigh. Strike two had been given and you knew it wouldn't take much else to earn some of her attention. You were sat on Emily's lap just bantering back and forth with JJ while you innocently shifted your hips every now and then to the point you were now smearing your damp panties all over her bare thigh. That was the final straw for Emily, with a hushed whisper she informed you that you'd be retiring for the night, it wasn't a strike but it was a sure sign the raven haired women was losing her composure and control.

You both stumbled your way to the hotel room as lips pressed against one another fighting for control. Yours won surprisingly which stunned the older woman enough for you to shove her into the dresser chair. A little whine of surprise was all Emily offered before she became distracted by you removing your tight little dress. That left you in your maroon lace set that complimented your body perfectly. "Sit back daddy" you murmured, your bratty nature wiling her to defy the demand. Emily bit her lip before playing into your game.

"Put your hands on the arm chair" you demanded slightly giddy that she was doing as you told her to, a power you'd never felt before. Emily slowly placed her arms on the sides of the chair, watching as you raked your eyes over her body. "Now open your legs" you purred. Emily did as she was told while complaining, "you Angel are not the-" you cut her off with the next command, "not too much."

Only when you had her spread her legs to to a point where you were happy that her clothed cunt was on display did you allow yourself to admire your handy work. "Like this angel?" Emily teased watching your bratty brain try to work out her angle, "are you satisfied sweetheart?" You couldn't help but reply losing all control of your dominant side, "yes, I like that very much" you purred watching as your lover got up from her seat and began to dig through the bags to find what she wanted. As soon as you caught sight of the rope you knew one thing. You were fucked.

"Now pet, I don't appreciate this faux dominance you seem to think you can display. You aren't in control here, just a pathetic little bratty baby for daddy aren't you?" She murmured approaching you which caused you to step backwards until you fell back against the bed, providing her with the perfect opportunity to bind your limbs. "Such a precious doll, all tied up for daddy" she teased, loving that you were now nothing but a bratty sub for her to use.

You knew Emily didn't take well to your bratty nature, always wanting to train you into the perfect little submissive for her. The challenge of that provides a thrill like no other. That is how you ended up bound to the bed on full display as she circled you, as naked as the day she was born, like a hunter hunting it's prey. The vibrator tied into the perfect position, your clit being abused by vibrations time after time until you were hanging on the edge of bliss, only for Emily to use her remote and shut the toy off.

"Pet, you are such a mess for me. Where's this attitude gone hmm? All the nerve you had to tease daddy all day, it's all gone now hmm?" She teased watching you squirm whimpering against Emily's panties that had been lovingly shoved into your pretty mouth. "No? Still gonna fight daddy? Shame! I was going to let you cum darling" she murmured before coming to straddle your thigh, "you cum and I swear to god angel you won't be able to sit for a week" she all but growled before dragging her drenched cunt up and down the length of your thigh as the vibrations started back up.

You practically howled around her makeshift gag as your climax was ripped away from you once more, the sight of your lover rutting against your tensed thigh driving you absolutely insane with your need. "Poor pet" she panted out, "oh fuck gonna cum" she mewled as her hips moved in less precise movements. By the time Emily had rode out her high you had droll dripping from your mouth, tears streaming down your face as you let out muffled whimpers.

Emily took some pitty on you and removed the panties, you immediately blurred out a string of whimpered apologises, "mmm sorry daddy, mm so sorry I'm daddy's, daddy's girl. Please daddy m sorry use me daddy." Your whines of need truly showing Emily how sorry you were. "Mph daddy daddy" you whimpered as she removed the vibe, "shhh darling, daddy's gonna take really good care of her sweet girl, my good girl hmm?"

You dripping folds had never felt so sensitive so when you felt Emily slip her girthy strap on into your cunt you had to bite back a scream. "Oh fuck daddy" you whined as she began to bottom you out with each thrust. "Daddy please please wan cum for you" you mewled knowing you couldn't be edged another time without what felt like dying. "Cum angel" was all Emily offered as she brought her hand down to your sensitive bud.

You came with a loud cry a Emily fucked you through the pleasure. You swore you saw stars before it went black. Emily couldn't help the smirk that found her lips as she saw you'd been fucked so well that you'd passed out. She made sure to clean up your sensitive body before cradling you in her arms allowing your body to come back to life in its own time.

"Hi Angel" Emily teased causing a scarlet red blush to adorn your cheeks. "I'm sorry daddy I don't know what happened" you yawned and subconsciously snuggled closer to your lovers warmth. "It's okay sweetheart you did so good for daddy. Do you need anything or would you like to sleep? After all your my sleepy girl hmm?" You carefully weighed up the options before opting for some sleep in her arms.

Word count~ 1237

Tag list~ @lilfartbox1 @just-your-casual-nerd @pebbleswritessometimes

[kfans-writerblog]

I called you 🥹

One night Spencer and Morgan went to a bar where you worked Morgan asked "hey sweetheart got a minute?"

You nod and looked at them "what can I get for the both of you?"

Morgan nudged Reid "you got this !!"

Morgan went to hand out more fliers and Reid asks "I wonder if you seen this man?" He shows you a photo and you shrug "that's not much of a picture" then he stabbed the photo "he should have a scary over there " and he moved the pen magically didn't break the paper

You were surprised "wow how did you do that!?"

He smiles "its a secret so here call me when you see this man" you nod and add his number

You asked "hey how about I don't see this man can u still call?"

He nods "yea sure sure !"

30 mins later last call for orders you saw the man on the paper with a girl then you spilled a drink on the girl "oh sorry here come to the back we have some place we can get you cleaned up"

Then you take her to the back and tell her to stay there

Then the girl asks "who is he?"

Then you went out to call Spencer but he didn't pick up then the unsub hit you on the back of the head took you to a motel

Reid said to him self "she called me if I picked up sooner this wouldn't happen"

Then 15 minutes later garcia tacked your location and Morgan grabbed the man and Reid saved you he untape your mouth

"I called you I called you" you were shaking and Reid comforts you and takes you to the ambulance for a check "I know I know you called you did great y/n"

You look at him "so we can go out someday?"

He blushes and nods 'ofcourse"

And you say holding his hand "thank you Reid thank you for saving my life"

[dumpsiteforfics]

You are my only truth

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Spencer Reid

Genre: fluff, pining

Rating: General

Warning: Spoilers to season 14 episode 15

So this is fix-it fic for the mentioned episode where it's Aaron instead of JJ. Don't focus too much on the dialogues because I'm not even sure if they are exactly as they were in episode. Sorry I didn't want to watch it again lmao!! With that said, enjoy this and let me know if I should write a follow up where they have a talk and much more after the case, probably in Aaron's POV. ❤️❤️

"Spencer…"

Spencer looked towards his side, startled at the unusual use of his first name by Hotch. In 17 years that they knew each other, Hotch had called him by his name only on handful occasions, that too when they weren't on the job. His eyes were glossy with un-shed tears and Spencer wasn't sure how he felt about that. He had already successfully untied his tied hands as unsub was throwing a fit at Hotch to confess a shady truth. He could easily shoot up unsub and save Hotch from accepting something he didn't want to admit.

But Hotch looked different, and something told him that he shouldn't stop Hotch, that it was something important, and his guts had never failed him before just like Hotch. So he watched, not even daring to blink as Hotch shuddered before taking a deep breath as he uttered the words Spencer had only ever imagined in his dreams.

"I've always loved you… And I was just too scared to say anything, do anything about it. And I let too many years pass in between and now things are so complicated that I just don't know what to do about my feelings anymore…"

And Spencer's world stopped for a moment, he was sure Hotch could listen to his sped up heart if he paid attention. Hotch looked so desperate, so honest that he felt his heart squeeze painfully. Hotch was telling the truth, Oh God!! All those years spent pining after his boss, all those years where those feelings he thought were one sided were indeed returned, all those years wasted on wrong people, wrong words, wrong everything. When all he ever wanted was already his for years. And then Hotch ended the confession with an apology, and Spencer wanted to scream at him. He wanted to hit his chest half-heartedly and tell him to take back that apology, he wanted to pull Hotch into his arms and return those words back, he wanted to just kiss under those glossy eyes and take away every pain Hotch had felt suffering with these feelings all these years.

But before he could do anything, he heard the unsub's disgusting laughter and realised the situation they were in. He really didn't want to give unsub any chance to ruin this for them and without thinking twice he pulled out the gun strapped to his ankle holster and put bullet through his arm, his body making a satisfying thud as it hit the ground. He was quickly getting up to make sure that unsub's gun was out of his reach, and then he was trying to untie Hotch's hands. His hands were shaking so much that it was a surprise he could untie Hotch. And then, Hotch eas turning back to face him.

He was mesmerized once again by those dark eyes, normally too focused and void of any emotions but right now had those swirling emotions he had finally admitted. Spencer wasn't sure what should be next course of action, should he confess too? Should he be hugging his boss when they had their unsub's dead body lying beside them? Or should he just stop thinking and kiss that mouth he had been dreaming for over years? Or he should just take a hold of those calloused fingers in his and try to find out if they fit as well as he thought they would?

But before he got a chance to do any one of these listed things, the team was storming inside and they had to go back into their designated roles. But Spencer managed to get a hold of Hotch's pinky finger and Hotch turned back, his eyes so hopeful that Spencer wanted to say fuck it and climb on top his boss, but he wanted to have Hotch all for himself away from entire world when they did that, so he controlled his heart and instead asked, "Can we talk about this later? Rather as soon as possible? I-- I don't want to chuk this topic away and I really really want to talk about this. Please can you not go back to pretending nothing has changed? "

And he sees how Hotch looks relieved and just how his pinky finger tries to curl itself around his own and that gives him a confidence to stutter out last words, "I promise the change won't be bad this time. Just, give me chance to address it, preferably alone with just us."

And he is awarded by a dimpled smile that he had tucked in that special place inside his heart that was named after his boss, and he really wanted to kiss that smile but he once again pulled a leash on his heart and just smiled back when Hotch wordlessly nodded before parting ways.

[criminalmindskink]

Kouver Hotchner

A request from the amazing @fussy-and-a-writer-sometimes thank you so much for this inspiration. 

As always please enjoy. My request remain open. 

Kouver 

Another day another murder has become my motto over the past few years. After coming to work with my adoptive father, Aaron, I’ve come to the conclusion that serial killers never sleep. Honestly, I don’t see how they do it. Has to be a lot of coffee. 

“Good morning gorgeous!” I hear Morgan screams across the pit. He has both of his arms raised with that breathtaking smile on his face. 

I return the smile before running into the hug. “Good morning chocolate thunder” I purr in response with a sly smirk on my face. 

He goes to respond before we see JJ walk between us. The look on her face already saying there’s a case coming. 

We both turned to look at Em, who is counting down on her fingers. 

I place my hands on my hips and look around to my coworkers. “Another day another murder” I mutter our while shaking my head. 

My dad walks out from his office and heads towards the conference room. “Alright everyone, we have a new case” he shouts before walking into the room. 

As we all sit down the faces of the victims are pulled up onto the screen. Penny places the pictures up while making soft comments of discomfort. Hotch goes through the how's and when's, while everyone else gives their inputs. 

Hotch rubs his hands over his face before blowing out a harsh breath. “It’s gonna be a tough one, wheels up in 30” he states before walking out to grab his go bag. 

I look to Spence before bumping shoulders with him. “Hey pretty boy, up for a game of chess on the plane?” I ask him while walking to the break room to grab coffee. 

He smiles at me before responding “Did you know that chess is often cited by psychologists as an effective way to improve memory function. Also allowing the mind to solve complex problems and work through ideas, it is no wonder that chess is recommended in the fight against Alzheimer’s. Some contend that it can increase one’s intelligence, though that is a more complex topic. The effects of chess on young individuals had led to chess being introduced in school districts and various countries. It has been shown to improve children’s grades and other positive effects as well.” He rattles all the information out while throwing his hands around wildly. 

I chuckle before raising my eyebrow at the man. Half of me wants to tell him I already knew that, because I honestly do, but he looks so proud. “It truly is an amazing game. Every title has a story while every game has the ability to heal.” I respond before taking a sip from my coffee. 

I walk out of the room towards my desk when I hear my dad from behind me “Hey ninja, how’s your day going?” He ends with a chuckle due to me almost tackling him in a hug. 

It’s always nice to see the father side of him at work. With all we do, it really helps to have him here. “Hey papa bear! I’m doing pretty peachy. How about you?” I respond while still hugging him tightly with my chin on his chest. 

I let go and we continue to walk with his arm around my shoulder. “I'm alright. This case is gonna be a tough one. Can I say something that’s strictly father to daughter for a second?” He asks before directing me to his office. 

We both remove our badges and place them on the desk. This is what we do every time we have a daughter-father talk. Off the records and heart to heart. “Ofcourse, what’s on ya mind pops?” I ask a bit concerned. 

“When are you gonna tell Spencer how you feel Ninja? You two would be great together. You’re obviously in love with each other” he says in a tone that’s attempting to keep me at bay. 

“We’re not in love with each other. I admire him, that’s all. He’s brilliant and funny and attractive but I’m not in love with him.” I respond to him a bit dejected. My arms are wrapped around each other and my eyes on the floor. The one person I can’t lie to is my father. After everything that’s happened he’s kept my head up. 

Sure, I’m adopted. That one action has saved me in so many ways in my life. He raised me like his own. He wasn’t always there in person. He had given me a necklace when I was younger. Told me he would always be with me in heart. 

“How can the two most brilliant people in this state be the only two oblivious to the fact they’re in love?” He asks with a tone of pure curiosity. 

I grab the necklace before giving him a weak smile. “Papa, we don’t always get what we want in life. We’re coworkers, we’re friends, not lovers. Now, let’s go catch the bad guy. We can have dinner when it’s over” I respond before hugging him again. 

“Alright, we'll talk more at this dinner you hear me?” He demands with his dad time coming out.

“Sounds like a plan” I say before grabbing my badge and placing it on my hip. 

He follows suit in placing his back on before we both walk out and head to the plane. 

Spencer 

“I-I don’t understand, I never lose.” This woman just beat me. This beautiful, brilliant, sly woman just beat me. At chess, my own game. Granted it’s not my game. 

She winks before walking to the back of the plane to sit with Derek. 

“You should have never played the Queen in her own game Dr. Reid.” Hotch says from the seat across from us. He’s wearing the ghost of a smirk before going back to the case file. 

I pack the game back up and return to my seat before JJ and Prentiss sit to the front and side of me. They both have looks on their faces that only scream trouble to me. 

“Alright Reid, when are you gonna make a move?” Emily says while resting her head on her hand. 

Wait am I that obvious? No that’s not possible. I mean I believe that I hide it quite well. I make sure she never catches my looks, I watch her from afar, I assure that our banter is friendly. 

“Reid” JJ sings from beside me “come back to us and spill” she finishes while shaking my shoulder. 

“I-I” I clear my throat before continuing “I assure you I have no intentions of making a move on her. I do not intend on leaving her anywhere actually. Not that we’re together or anything I just respect her. She’s my friend and all. Just like everyone else here. I would not make a move on anyone else in the plane.” I finish before giving a weak smile. 

“You know that’s not what she meant Spence and you know it” JJ says while squinting her eyes at me. These two women should work this hard when cornering an unsub.

The plane starts to descend which causes the two to back off for a small bit. As we leave the plane and head for our cars I can’t stop thinking about what the two said. 

Yes I’m madly in love with the woman. She could never see me in that light. I watched this woman knock a grown man out in one hit for slapping her butt one time. She is strong, smart, and absolutely breathtaking. 

Kouver 

This case has been absolute hell but we almost have him. This sorry piece of work has killed twelve people. The yellow-belly fool has been going for small families. Taking out the husband with a silenced pistol before beating and killing the mother and children. 

We believe we know which neighborhood he’s targeting next. This leaves all of us in watch at different parts of the suburb. 

I can not stand sitting here on this bench while this man is out there. It gives me too much time to think. Think about everything I’ve done wrong and the things I’ll never have. 

Love is one of the things that come to mind. With everything I’ve been through, I’ve come to not believe in it. I thought I would never believe in it. Then there’s Dr. Spencer Reid. The brilliant, stunning, adorable Dr. Reid. 

I swore to never trust anyone. I promised to never let anyone get near me. Hell, the touch of a man pisses me off to no end. Everytime he touches me, talks to me, gives me that smile I don’t feel that hatred. He makes me feel safe and not alone. He makes fighting off my demons worth it. 

The thing is men like that deserve more than a person like me. I’m broken and littered in evidence of why. 

All these thoughts are making my focus slip so I get up and start to patrol the neighborhood. All of the houses look to be safe so far. No fences open and all windows closed. 

I go to turn when I hear some rustling from a backyard. Slowly, I begin to walk around the house. Once I make it to the back I see the unsub slip into a window on the second floor. 

I grab my radio and push the button before whispering  “Unsub, 1236 South Marks Ave. He’s just entered the second floor. No time to wait. I’m going in.” I turn the radio off before kicking in the front door. 

I run up the stairs as quietly as possible before seeing the husband at the top guarding the door to a room. 

“Bertin Kemp, FBI, drop your weapon” I scream out and the attention of both men is now on me. 

Kemp keeps his gun trained on the man while regarding me with a look of disbelief “you put down your gun and maybe I won’t blow this guy to his metaphorical God” He seethes in response. 

“We all get it. You claim that this God everyone respects so well left you. How does killing this man change that? Tell me Bertin, how does killing these people change what happened to you? I’ll place my gun away as soon as you lower yours.” I respond, watching carefully as we both lower our weapons. 

“Why do these people get to live happily, huh? I go through mistake after mistake. I have to be out through pain after pain, why?” He screams at me, tears coming up onto his face. “Why am I always the one to have to be beaten, used, and looked over. I’ve worked hard to get where I’m at and always get hurt in return. Yet these other people have families, houses, spouses. Why am I broken huh?” He screams at me while waving his hands wildly. 

Before I can respond I see him turning back to the husband again. He reaches for his gun again and I realize I don’t have time to unholster mine and save this man's life. I hear the sirens and make a decision I may very well regret. I jump in front of the husband and feel a shooting pain in my back. 

I faintly hear the sound of someone being tackled to the floor before feeling arms wrap around me. 

“Kouver? Kouver please open your eyes” I hear Spencer cry out to me. 

I opened my eyes and gave him a weak smile “I’m alright boy wonder. This isn’t the first time I’ve been shot, and it won’t be the last, I assure you. Go ahead and put another one in me. I’m a stone wall remember?” I choke out while grabbing his hand. My other hand goes to the necklace that never leaves my presence. Please don’t let me go. I’m not ready to leave this team quite yet. 

“I have so much to tell you so you have to be okay. Because Kouver-” is all I hear from him before passing out. 

Beep. Beep. Beep. 

I hear the familiar beeping accompanied by the smell of cleaning supplies. I keep my eyes closed and listen closely to my surroundings. I slowly assure all body parts can move before feeling something grabbing my hand. I squeezed the hand in return and felt the person go rigid. 

“Kouver?” I hear Spencer gasp out before jumping up and grabbing my face. 

I open my eyes to see him with tears in his. I place my hands over the ones on my face and raised an eyebrow at him. “Spencer why are you crying? I’m gonna be fine. I bullet to the chest isn’t always fatal. You should head home with the rest of the team.” I say gently while studying his face.  

“Kouver you know good and well they all wanted to be there I sent them away” I go to interrupt him before he gives me a pleading look, “I just want to get this out. Kouver Hotchner, I love you. I don’t know when. You’re brilliant, funny, beautiful, and the bravest person I’ve ever met. I know I’m meek, at times a coward, and I’m nowhere near as amazing as you but you’ve somehow become my world. The term I would use to describe how I look at you Kouver is worship. To worship something is to show a lot of love and adoration for something. Kouver I love you and adore you and I know it’s not reciprocated. Damn it Kouver stop taking bullets for people. Stop putting others lives over yours. I don’t know what you’ve been through but I assure you your worth is not tainted. Please just be careful, I need you alive.” He ranted out to me. His hands still holding my face in place. 

His tears are running freely and mine match his own. “Spencer I, I love you too. I don’t know how you got into my heart but you did. You’re not weak or a coward. Spencer you’re brilliant. You solve things without a second guess. You rattle off these amazing facts that amaze me every time I speak to you. You’re handsome and sweet and everything I could ever want in a man. I assure you I return the feeling of worship too pretty boy. Just damn it Spencer come here” I end my own rant by grabbing his collar and kissing him with all I’m worth. 

Maybe I can be happy after all. Maybe I can finally have my happily ever after. I don’t know what this man sees in me. Hopefully I can make him as happy as he makes me. It seems someone needs to show my genius what he’s truly worth. 

“Yes!” We both hear a screech at the doorway. I look over to see the entire team watching us. Penny is jumping up and down while Em and JJ are high fiving. The boys of the group all wear knowing smirks of their own. 

I’m one of the luckiest people in the world to have this family. I know Spencer wants me to be more careful, but I’d take a bullet for any one of these people any day. I know how Bertin Kemp felt when he spoke of the pain. The feeling of abandonment and abuse is all too familiar. This group of people are what stopped that vicious cycle for me. Starting with my dad. He’s truly saved my life.

“When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one that has opened for us.” – Alexander Graham Bell

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Your “You are wrong! You are a liar” faq seem a sad try to justify your assumption and rumors. Not all your opinion will be right. Deal with it. Your "you only post controversial stuff" faq, you don't care if Jack see your rants or not, so is not constructive criticism, just hate and you try to aggregate others to it. ”You could always just unsub" faq, I can say my opinion about you. I notice that you add things in your faq as they happen to you. Aren't you even sure about your own opinions?

I know not all of my opinion is the right one. That’s why its an opinion and not a fact you dummy. Ofcourse I add things in my faq as it happens to me. If 10 people come at me with the same question I’m tired of replying the same thing over and over so I put it in there. That’s the whole purpose of a FAQ smh.

[talatomaz]

Hey if you like the idea please could you write for JJ x reader where maybe R maybe comes into the team around the same time as emily and they build a relationship similar to garcia and morgan, very flirty, protective and all(ofcourse there’s a lot more obvious intentions and tension as it isn’t platonic). Maybe JJ confesses after R stupidly protects her from an unsub. No worries if not :)

Aww i love this idea

[kfans-writerblog]

Help her save her

JJ walks in with a new case file in her hands everyone gather around the meeting tabel

Ok this from L.A California

From last 2 weeks 3 dead body found

All found in the woods hikers see the dead body then called the cops

"Wheels up in 10 " aaron hotchner said and got everyone to get packed up to fly to L.A

In the jet *

Morgan asks " hey baby girl anyone found anything weird or stood out in the crime scene ? "

Garcia " hey sugar ofcourse I found something in common in every crime scene all 3 crime scene found a demon symbol draw from blood . Garcia out ! "

Now in LA police office

Reid and Emily put the photos and maps

Reid says "guys I found something! So every location is near each other making it a square shape most likely our unsub has a terrible trauma looking for a new home what they all have in common is they all have black hair and this location looks like to be some photography studio near 187 CASTELLAMMARE "

"Hey guys I got a letter for you guys it said signed by the demon killer " a police said

Emily said " hotch you ok you look so pale "

Hotch replies " the studio... that's the studio y/n gose to to take classes we need to get there now !"

He runs and drives to the place "Morgan Emily come with me others stay here to get a profile "

5mins later

He runs into the studio " FBI HANDS IN THE AIR NO ONE MOVE "

but then there was nobody there

"Clear " they said but Morgan heard some shuffling he whispers "guys in here "

Morgan kicked the door open and he saw you getting hold in hostage by a guy

You said crying "aaron it's him he did it "

Hotch replies " your going to be ok . Let go of her and drop the weapon !"

"What do you want from me I don't even know you"

You try to defend your self and punch the guy in the chest but then he stabbed you in the back

"Y/N! NO ! "

He hugged you and whisper "no no stay with me don't sleep Emily call the ambulance!!!"

" got it ! . Ambulance are on there way now !"

The ambulance showed up and they took you to the hospital and aaron joined you in the same truck while they drive he held your hand

"Y/n jack needs you your a good step mom a good friend we need you to take care of us "

You look at him " promise me you will always be our hero can you promise me that? "

He nods

And you guys arrived to the hospital quickly went to the operation room aaron was worried waiting outside

Time passes by quickly after 5 hours of operation the doctor came out to speak with the family "may I speak with y/ns family "

Aaron said " here I'm her husband is she going to be ok ?"

"Good news is she will be ok but she is in a coma right now might take her a few weeks to be awake bad news is she cannot use her lower body anymore loss too much blood and so the muscles on her lower back will not work anymore "

He sigh "ok thanks doctor "

4 months later you woke up and you got scared because your legs can't movie

You call doctor and nurses and they contacted aaron and they say you are good to go home

" OH honey I'm scared my legs can't move " you got depressed and cry

" I'm sorry it's my fault I should've shot the guys arm now you can't even sigh walk"

"Aaron it wasn't your fault I am sad but I don't want you to blame yourself for what someone did .he was the one who stabbed my back not you " You brushed his hair back

He kneels down "sweetie listen to me you will be ok I got something that will cheer you up look inside the blanket "

You look into the blanket

" aww it's a cute doggie baby thank you I love it "

Aaron said "Honey don't worry about anything I got her trained already 😌"

You hug him " aaron ."

He replies "yes ?"

"Have I told you how much I love you before ?"

He kisses your cheek " no but I felt it I felt your love through your actions no matter how many days and nights I don't come home from work you will always take care of Jack for me and times I travel for work you don't spam me with messages because you know I'm busy and you understand my job and not everyone can do that you are my hero if i didn't have you I would be crazy and I will not be Jack's hero I love you "