#ssavanessa22!

[ssavanessa22]

BLURB REQUEST!!!

something about spencer and reader kissing each other while “fighting” about something

A/N: I love when moments of anger become moments of passion so this was really fun to write!

Spencer Reid x fem! reader

Kiss and Make up

Spencer and Y/N, were having a heated argument in the hallways of the BAU. They were both passionate, dedicated agents, and they often found themselves at odds over the best way to approach a case.

This time, it was about a suspect's motive for a series of murders. Spencer thought the motive was rooted in the suspect's past trauma, while Y/N believed it was more about power and control.

"you're not seeing the whole picture," Spencer said, frustration evident in his voice. "This person's past is key to understanding their actions."

"No, Spencer," Y/N countered. "You're not considering the evidence. The power dynamics in their relationships is what's driving them."

They stood face to face, each one unwilling to give in. Suddenly, without either of them noticing, they leaned in closer until their faces were only inches apart. They both stopped talking, their eyes locked on each other.

Then, before either of them could react, they were kissing each other passionately, their argument forgotten in the heat of the moment. They wrapped their arms around each other, holding each other tight, their bodies moulded together in a perfect fit.

When they finally pulled away, they were both breathing hard, their faces warm with passion. They looked into each other's eyes, smiling sheepishly.

"I guess we found a way to resolve our differences," Y/N said, grinning.

Spencer laughed, feeling a warm happiness spread through him. "I guess we did," he said.

They walked back to their desks, their argument forgotten, and got back to work. But every once in a while, their eyes would meet and they would smile, remembering the heat of their kiss and the passion that drove them both.

[leahblackk]

Dear Friend,

I have been gone for some time but now I rise from the ashes like a phoenix. This invitation is to cordially invite you to my Valentine’s celebration happening on my page. I invite you to send blurb requests, moodboard ideas and whatever your heart desires.

This invitation is a coupon for one fic you have written to be turned into a moodboard

With lots of love, Vanessa 💕

Ps. Leah I love you like so so much and I’m finally back for what I think is for good so we need to catch up 💕💕

AHHH BESTIE YOURE BACK??????!?!? i’m so so so happy oh my god!!!! yes we do need a lot to catch up. i love you so much and you’d see me in your page all the time, thank you so much for the coupon!! and the mood board it’s so pretty oh mygod

i’m glad you’re back!!!!!

[rosie-posie1313]

Spencer Reid Fic Recs pt. 2 II 🚔

Link to Part 1

Masterlists 

Masterlist  By @Ddejavvu 

Masterlist  By @alyswritings

CRIMINAL MINDS MASTERLIST By @writer-in-theory

SPENCER REID SFW MASTERLIST By @sinfulspencer

Masterlist  By @haarrrys

Masterlist  By @isthisthingeven0n

Spencer Reid Masterlist By @haileygarciasunshine

Masterlist  By @letarasstuff

Spencer Reid Master List By @reidscanehand

Spencer Reid Masterlist By @moon-light-jukebox

Masterlist  By @spookydrreid

Masterlist  By @reids-rendering-reality

Masterlist  By @bensonsbobblehead

Masterlist  By @reidslibrarybook

Masterlist  By @spencexreidimagine

Masterlist By @hercleverboy

Spencer Reid fic Recs! By @amazingmaeve

Fic Library/Rec By @staplernpaper

Oneshots 

Last Calls By @ofstarsandvibranium

boxers and a sports bra By @taintedandloved

Secret Life By @radiant-reid

Worry-Free By ^

Baby By @wave0fg00dvibes

hard case  By @storiesforallfandoms

Investigation By @tweedlydumbtweedlydoo

Easy Work By @gubler-me-up

The Sight of You  By @ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff

The Sight of You  By ^

Little Lessons By @bleufrost

a cute domestic life fluff By @randomoutsiders

����𝐞 & 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝  By @ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused

The Love Hypothesis Masterlist By @goldentournesol

Extra Credit By @lyrelyretheresmeninthathorse

Fit for Purpose By ^

Crushing By @mrsmaybank

library hours [reimagined]  By @cacoetheswriting

Teach me something  By @homoose

Milburn By @aperrywilliams

She is mine By @cruxiohp

Make It Forever  By @bensonsbobblehead

Professor Reid By @reidandwrite

Guest Lecturer By ^

Professor Reid By @r-is-typing

Spencer’s Secret By @thatgirlstrawberry

Co-workers in Love  By @sakuraxxharu

never leaving home By @kirascottage

just kissed you out of the blue By @thyme-in-a-bubble

Childhood Friends,  By @michelle-is-writing

physical contact By @rxreid

Moral of the Story (Pt. 1 ) By @imagining-in-the-margins

the bau bet  By @soft-for-them

A Piece of You  By @nerdyfangirl67

Fixing the Collar of their Shirt. By @jkoningen

quick change By @softdoctorreid

Promise By @dingusfreakhxrrington

Books and Notes By @galaxy-siren

A Bundle of surprises By @ssavanessa22

hotches daughter By @alwayschoppedtaco

Smarter Than He Realize By @tinygreybearpaws-blog

Platonic

Anthrax By @alyswritings

Nathan Harris By @rachaelswrites

A Genius’ Baby By @letarasstuff

ceiling watching By @kj-1130

[reidselle]

dt @boldlyvoid @ropoto @ofwilliamandwalter @sadgirlml @milfprotector @callmespence @ssavanessa22 @fightingdragonswithwho @spookydrreid @foxy-eva @fortheloveofwonderland @ddejavvu @idiotlovers @gubler-me-up @hotchandspencearedilfs @samuel-de-champagne-problems @reidsbookclub

[shmaptainwrites]

Teen Jack joining the drama club like hotch because he has a crush 🥺🥺 Jack starts getting interested with plays and how his mum and dad meet and Aaron’s a bit confused where this knew love for the theatre came about. But then during one of practices for the spring show where parents come to help out with the set, costumes and stuff (he brings Derek as well to help with building set pieces and stuff)

Dereks like “jacks got a crush man” and Aaron’s all like no he’s just discovered his love for the arts later in his teen years, and then he sees Jack and a girls rehearsing lines together and jacks blushing the whole time and barely even reading the lines because he’s looking at her. He’s so consented if she’s okay, if she’s feeling well, she gets a bit stressed and frustrated because she’s forgetting her lines and stuff and hotch just sees Jack making funny faces and telling her jokes making her giggle and laugh so she feels better 🥺 hotch doesn’t say anything even after that day only until opening night Aaron’s on the way to the theatre and he gets a message from Jack like

“can you please stop at the flower shop and get pink and white peonies please” and hotch is like “why…” and jacks like “you know why don’t act dumb old man 😒 don’t make me say it” and hotch just laughs at the message and goes to the flower shop to get the Peonies. Then at the end of the night Aaron sees Jack run to him as is like “do you have the flowers!!” and hotch just stares at him with so much love and happiness because he can seem himself in Jack, running around trying to find anything make the girl he loves happy.

He reply’s “ of course I do, and I also bought chocolates the girl I was trying to impress loved them as well” 🥺🥺 and then after when Jack get in the car he’s blushing so much and has a lipgloss stain on his cheek and he turns to his dad and goes “she really liked the chocolates” and that night Aaron lights a candle the first one in a while and tells Haley the whole story of Jack trying to impress this girl and he’s laughing and smiling retelling it. And it he ends the conversation like “oh Haley you should of been there you would have been so proud of our boy”

I’m literally crying whilst writing this it got so sad at the end and it’s my thoughts 😭😭

no bc this is so sweet wth 😭

aaron would be so happy for jack and it would bring tears to his eyes that he found someone to love and admire the same way he had which is just so special and he would make sure to allow her to feel welcome in their house and in their family any time jack had her over 😫 i’m so soft

send in your thoughts for jack’s jeudi

[winterscaptain]

🌹

tbd. based on that tiktok trend.

“Oh, don’t worry about him,” you tell the man across the interrogation table. “He’s not going to bother us.”

His eyes keep flickering to Aaron.

“Don’t look at him,” you say with a laugh. “Why are you looking at him? He’s not going to help you.”

send me a 🌹and i’ll post a section from a wip!

[reidyoulikeabook]

Okay but the whole bau on love island 😭😭 Derek would be chatting up so many girls and Spencer would be so awkward and sweet he would do terrible on love island 😭and Tara and Emily would end up winning

😭😭 pls derek might start speaking to so many girls (but in a respectful just kind of Cheeky way he wouldn't go behind anybody's back) but then the minute penelope came in (i imagine her as like a 2 weeks in kind of entrance) he's just head over heels. game over for him. spencer is awkwardly dawdling and girls take turns coupling up with him as friends for the first few weeks because he's so sweet snd lovely and always has their backs and they invite him to join them for girls chats 🥰🥰

but i imagine luke comes in at casa amour and gets brought back and is just a JOY to be around. lights up every conversation and he & spencer make the CUTEST couple!! tara & emily absolutely couple up after doing a cat and mouse game around each other for like 3 weeks and then ultimately being like Fine Okay 🙄🙄 then they're just sat around sippin' wine giving advice to everybody (unsolicited half the time but still). the Queens. unbothered by any drama and unphased by the dates because they're like Oh you Really Think huh? wrong

hotch leaves after like a week but he acquires a really weirdly large following and people are Obsessed with him.

[laurensprentiss]

3 and 10 :)

Thank you so much for asking!!!!! 💛

Criminal minds ask game!

3. Did you like profiler JJ better or liaison JJ better? Why?

Liaison JJ!! I think she was a great profiler and she really came into her own in the field, she could 100% hold her own physically and she’s a crack shot but I have such a special place in my heart for liaison JJ. I think in crime shows, especially procedurals, her position is something so seldom included and I think AJ embodies it PERFECTLY. She’s such a warm, comforting presence and it really undercuts some of the bitter, gory realities of the show.

10. Which BAU member is the best at their job?

Answered!

[inactive-luv]

In response to you tags on your surrogate baby post I once found multiple sex tips books and a how to liven up sex in the marriage guide in my mums bedside table when I was 7 I was truly never the same again I think finding those books were my downfall 😶😟😟

EWWIE

bestie i apologize for your eyesight

[uncpanda]

Holy shit just read the last part of foyett arc and it’s so beautiful I was literally crying whilst reading honestly incredible your writing is so good I’m reading all your dick grasyson one shots and I don’t even know who he is or the context I’ve never watched dc stuff 😭😭 your writings just so incredible and well planed and thought out!!

First off, I can’t advocate for Dick Grayson enough. That beautiful circus boy deserves the world. I would highly recommend watching young justice to get to know him!!!

Second I love the SoD brought out so much emotion!!!!! 🥰😍

[boldlyvoid]

Hey can I be added to you taglist for all criminal minds fics your write ?

Absolutely!!

[ssavanessa22]

could u do a blub with female or gen reader x spencer reid where reader planned a surprise for spencer for valentine’s day and he got called out on a case before he could come home a see it? preferably very angsty w whatever ending you’d like!

A/N: now normally I’m not an angst girl but since you asked so nicely I had to see what I could cook up 😙 I hope I did your prompt Justice!!

Valentines take 2

Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Spencer Reid had been looking forward to Valentine's Day for weeks. Y/N had hinted at a surprise that she had planned, and he was eager to see what it was. However, as luck would have it, a case came up at the last minute and he was called to help. Hours had passed, and he was still at the BAU, trying to catch the unsub.

As the day turned into night, Spencer realised that he wasn't going to make it home in time to see Y/N’s surprise. He tried to call her, but she didn't answer, and he knew that he had missed his chance.

When he finally arrived home, he found Y/n sitting in the living room, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Where were you, Spencer?" she asked, her voice tense.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," Spencer said, his heart sinking. "I was working on a case and I couldn't leave. I didn't mean to miss your surprise."

"It doesn't matter now, does it?" Y/N said, her voice rising. "You missed it. You missed everything."

Spencer felt a pang of guilt in his chest. He knew he had let Y/N down, and he didn't know how to make it right.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," he said again. "I'll make it up to you. I promise."

"How?" Y/N asked, her eyes narrowing. "You can't just make up for it, Spencer. You missed something that was important to me."

Spencer sighed, feeling the weight of her disappointment. "I know, Y/N," he said. "And I'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you. Let's talk about what we can do to make things right."

They sat down at the kitchen table, their tension palpable. Y/N explained how much effort she had put into the surprise, and how hurt she was when Spencer didn't show up. Spencer apologised again, promising to make it up to her in any way he could.

Talking for hours, trying to work through the hurt and disappointment.Spencer apologised over and over , promising to do better in the future.

But the argument lingered between them, and they went to bed feeling distant and disconnected. Over the next few days, they tried to work through their issues, but it was clear that the argument had left a mark on their relationship.

Spencer knew he had to find a way to show Y/N’s how much he loved her and valued their relationship. He decided to plan a surprise of his own, to make it up to her.

A few days later, he surprised her with a home-cooked dinner, complete with her favourite foods and wine. Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise and delight, and Spencer felt a wave of relief wash over him.

"I'm sorry, Y/N's," he said, his voice soft. "I know I messed up, but I hope you can see how much I care about you. You're the most important thing in my life, and I don't want to lose you."

Y/N’s eyes softened, and she smiled at him. "I know, Spencer," she said. "And I care about you too. Let's move past this and focus on the good things in our relationship."

Spencer nodded, feeling grateful for the chance to make things right. He knew that it would take time to rebuild their trust and connection, but he was willing to do whatever it took to make their relationship work.

[leahblackk]

The irony of life

summary: Spencer has to go undercover in a women’s prison after he came out of jail.

warnings: violence, mentions of blood, dead bodies, prisons, knives. typical criminal minds violence.

couple: post!prison reid x fem!reader

taglist: @ssavanessa22, @all-tings-gubler, @cance1medaddy, @doctorspenceryeet, @matthew-gray-gubler-lover, @nomajdetective, @reidselle, @louderfortheback, @hey-dw (if you wanna be add or removed let me know)

Prison had been a hard thing for Spencer Reid, not only because he was away from his friends, his family and his lover, but because of the things he had to face whilst being there.

Spencer Reid hasn't had an easy life, neither it was easy when he was a child, it was hurtful. How could a child suffer so much?

One of the things he remembers clearly was when he was bullied, when he was watched by all those people while he was naked, tied, and scared.

“How can children be so mean?” Spencer recalls his wife telling him, with tears running down her eyes. It hurt her to see how hard life has been for the poor doctor Reid,- and life hasn't gotten any easier-,

He could run statistics about it. Maybe the lack of attention and love the children faced, and they had to feel powerful in some way. But it wasn't fair, he was just a child as well. He had to face things, too. But he was never out there bullying other people.

Prison was something that had a big impact on him, mostly because while he was held back and beaten, he remembered that little Reid, being beaten by his bullies too. Scared, and hoping his mom would go and save him, to take care of him. But at the end of the day, he had to take care of her instead. It wasn't fair, for neither of them,

People sometimes compare high school with prison, when the kids were being dramatic, but it wasn't far away from the truth. At least not for him.

In the end, in prison ,-and life-, anyone could hold you back and beat you. Spencer knew that. They could say things about you. Sometimes high school bullies never grow out of it, they never change.

“Spencer?” He heard a voice, and he snapped out of his thoughts. He looked around, everyone was looking at him concerned.

“I'm sorry, uh what were you saying?”

Emily sighed deeply, she didn't want to do this, but she had to, “As i was saying. There is a potential lead,” she explained, trying to read Spencer's body language. Her eyes scan the doctor's hands, arms, the way he was breathing trying to see any sign. But they never noticed the most obvious one. Of course he needed help, he was begging for it, but they never noticed, way too busy trying to see his microexpressions. Ironic, “W-We know this might not be easy, and of course you can say no, but youre the most experienced in this.”

He needed to go undercover to a women's prison. One of their latest cases is based on a killer murdering the inmates. He needed to go undercover as a guard. How ironic. There was a time where he was on the other side of that cell.

He didn't want to go there, of course he didn't. He didn't want to step in a prison another time in his life, but of course, the team depended on him. He knew how prisons work, not only because he was in one once, but because they could use his brain. He didn't want to do it, but he sighed deeply and nodded gently, “I'll do it.”

…

“You have to do what now?” his wife said, “How can they do this to you-”

He grabbed her waist pulling her closer, in between his legs while he sat at the edge of their bed. He felt the soft material of the lavender purple cardigan she was wearing, his favorite and of course, was stolen from his side of the closet, but he couldn't care less when she looked that pretty. He kissed her belly, feeling the fabric itching against his mouth and he pressed the side of his face on her stomach, hearing the sounds this one made that always made him smile.

She sighed, defeated, and decided to play with his curly hair which made him sigh in satisfaction, “They didn't make me do anything, angel, I was the one who offered,” he lied.

“Then you shouldn't offer!” she complained with a high pitched voice. He smiled, lifting his head to look at her beautiful eyes. She looked down at his own hazel ones, her eyes soft, but sad, she was sad.

“It's gonna be okay, I promise. I get to save lives,” he spoke, making her sit on his knee while he kissed her temple, one, two, three times.

“It's not fair, Spence,” she cried softly, her voice almost breaking. Spencer frowned at that. Little tears threatened to spill out of her eyes, glistening slowly. Spencer knew prison was hard for him, but it was also for her. He knew she suffered while he was locked away, knowing he didn't have the comfort of their home, of her arms.

“Hey,” he cooed, “I promise I'm gonna be okay. It's only gonna be for a couple of days, bunny,” he spoke gently, cupping the side of her face turning it so he could see her better.

She bit her lip, trying not to cry. He knew she felt guilty for being the one crying and not him, but right there he couldn't love her more, “I just don't want you to go back there,” she confessed.

To be honest, neither did he, “I know, baby, but I promise it'll be okay mmh?”

She nodded, “I'm sorry I know that–”

“Shh, dont apologize. Hug me, yes? That's all I ask.”

She nodded, without complaints. He put his legs together, helping her accommodate in his lap with his hand on her waist, and when she was ready, she threw her arms around his neck, placing her chin on his shoulder. He smelt deliciously, so she sighed trying to take it all in, and he smiled knowing what she was doing.

He wrapped his arms around her, hiding his face in her shoulder. He didn't know if he was comforting her, or he was the one being comforted, but it felt amazing.

Having her that close to him, smelling her hair, the shampoo she always used lingering on her, -and he secretly stealing some from her, wanting to smell like her-, lingering in his curly hair as well. He was enamored, to say the least, and he was proud of it. No shame in telling it to the world, so he whispered, “I love you,” in her ear.

…

The day had finally come. He was about to enter, once more, those four walls that haunted his dream. It wasn't the same prison, of course not. This was a women only prison, but flashbacks couldn't hold themselves in.

His wife noticed, squeezing his hand, “It's okay love-” she encouraged, but Spencer cut her.

“The ninety-three point one percent of the inmates are male, and only the six point nine are women,” he stated. She frowned, “A-And the a majority of women are in prison due drug or property offense meanwhile men are the ones who commit mostly the hard crimes such as convicted sex offenders-”

She lifted her hand that was intertwined with his, pressing her lips softly in his cold skin. He looked at her, and smiled softly, “Sorry-”

She shocked her head, and pulled him close, wrapping her arms around his neck. He felt a whimper trying to escape from his lips, but he held it in, hugging her back. They were not too fond of PDA, knowing the team was probably watching them from afar as they waited for Spencer to go in, but she didn't care, and at that moment neither did he. She rubbed his back, “You're gonna do great. I believe in you,” he nodded. He believed her, but he couldn't help but chuckle.

“Says the woman who told me not to yesterday,” she rolled her eyes playfully.

“We're different from yesterday,” she smiled, pulling away and cupping his cheeks.

They stared at each other's eyes, they didn't need to speak. They knew what the other had to say.

Penelope squeaked from afar, “They're so cute!”

Luke chuckled, rolling his eyes to see the couple . But he agreed, they looked cute indeed.

Spencer smiled, knowing he had to go in. He pecked her lips quickly, and this time, Penelope's squeaked louder made them chuckle, “You're gonna do great,” she said. And he nodded, kissing her hand and walking towards the entrance where some other FBI guys were waiting to sneak him in, he didn't let go of her hand until he couldn't keep holding it. He sighed, deeply.

“Ready, doctor?” They asked.

No, of course not. But he couldn’t do any more than nod.

…

A week has passed, and Spencer had some suspects, informing the team about everything. There were yet another two bodies after he went undercover. All the same, blonde girls with blue eyes. The killer's signature; Leaving them without clothes in a pool of blood. He informed the team while they spoke about what it could mean, but he wasn’t paying too much attention.

He was overwhelmed while being there, to be honest. Spencer knew women's prison was more disciplined and less violent than men, there weren't as many fights as there were when he was in there, the inmates were not as violent, but it reminded him of the times he was there. Some of the girls were nice, spoke to him about why they were there, he created bonds, which helped create the profile of the person they were looking for.

He met a woman about five-six years older than him that was incarcerated unfairly, or so she said. He quickly and unconsciously created a bond with her, trying to see if he could help her. And he heard rumors about her lying and actually committing crimes. She never said why she was unfairly placed there, always changing the conversation. The inmates and guards talked about it, but Spencer decided not to believe them, because no one believed in him.

When he made his way to Joseline’s cell, to go and pay her their weekly visit, Spencer couldn't believe what his eyes saw. He gasped, quietly and drew his gun, carefully.

There it was, laying on the floor with a pool of water surrounding her body while Joseline sat on top of her, knife in hand, watching her slowly die. One of the girls he spoke with last week, one of the ones he created a bond with.

“Joseline?” He spoke quietly.

The woman looked at Spencer quickly, and he saw the shift in her eyes. She was scared, “I found her here, Spencer. I promise it didn't do anything,” she cried out loud, “You don't believe I did it, do you Spencer?”

Spencer shook his head slowly, “Of course not, Joseline. I know you're not like this…”

The black haired woman stood up from the body, and grabbed the knife with force, pointing it to Spencer, “Then why are you holding your gun like that?”

“Because the killer is on the loose, Joseline. And we have to make sure they don’t hurt you,” he said, trying to step forward to her, “Come on, give me the knife and we'll solve this.”

She shook her head, “No, you know why?” Spencer shook his head, “I know you know I did it. I can see it in your eyes,” she chuckled, “And, I have my reasons. I am here unfairly. I shouldn't be here! So I decided to give them a reason to put me in this hell.”

Spencer sighed, he understood her, “Listen. I-I was in jail, not long ago. And I was accused unfairly, as well. Just like you,” Spencer put his gun down, slowly, and lifted his arm so she could see them, “But this is not the right way. I know you feel so much rage. I know how you feel because I've been there, but this is not the way.”

She looked at him, trying to cipher if he was telling the truth; If she should trust him, “I had a husband, and he cheated on me with girls like her,” she pointed to the floor where the girl laid lifeless, “That's why I'm here, because he didn't want me to interfere with his new lover. He told the police things that weren't true. I shouldn't be here, Spencer!” she cried out.

His heart ached for her, “I know that. I can help you, you just have to come with me…”

…

Spencer sighed, while he looked around. The case was over. Joseline was transferred somewhere else.

The team congratulated him for finishing the case so quickly, for doing such a good job. But he didn't feel proud, or victorious. All the way around.

He was avoiding coming home. He let his wife know that they finished the case, and he was heading home. Thirty minutes ago, meanwhile he was still on his desk at the bullpen, playing chess with himself.

He knew he needed her, he knew that he wanted to be in her arms. But, did he deserve it?

Was it bad he connected, and understood so much a serial killer? Was it okay to feel some sort of sympathy for her?

Spencer was hurt by her story of her husband. About why she did what she did, because of him. Maybe if he hadn’t done that.

Maybe if he didn't put her in prison and cheated on her.

Maybe she'd have a different life.

Maybe she would've been a good person.

Spencer sighed one more time.

It wasn't healthy, and it wasn't fair for his wife to push her away when she had been there with him all along. He needed to come home to her.

He stood up, took every little piece of the chess and put it inside the box, taking his time, and grabbed his coat and satchel walking towards the exit.

He got into his car, and played some music he knew she hears. He needed her in any shape or form. He swore he could hear her next to him singing to the lyrics. He needed to clear his thoughts before he got home because she didn't deserve it. She was probably way too worried for him to make her worry once more. He needed to get his shit together, for her.

Spencer didn't even realize when he was already parking in front of their shared home. The lights were on, and he sighed. He knew he wasn't in that prison anymore, he knew he had escaped, but he might have been free from the four walls, but the four walls stayed in his mind, and incarcerated him there. Playing and reminding him of things he had done, things he had suffered, thoughts that had crossed his mind.

He stayed in his car, holding the wheel for a few minutes before he took the courage to get out of the vehicle while he grabbed his stuff.

He slowly walked in, looking for his keys in the pockets of his pants, and putting it in the lock slowly, but before he could turn his wrist to open the door, he saw her.

The love of his life had opened the door, with a soft smile and excited eyes to see him. Spencer couldn't help but smile back, genuinely. He prepared himself to give her a fake smile, but he couldn't fake it while he was with her.

He saw down her body, she was wearing her pajamas with one of his cardigans on her, this time a small red one. He remembered that cardigan fit him perfectly before, but after he met her, and she made sure to feed the doctor with delicious homemade meals, his belly grew and the cardigan was a reminder of their love, somehow.

“Hi my love,” she spoke with a soft voice. Spencer smiled for three seconds before a pout grew in his lips and tears made their way down on his cheeks, “Oh baby,” she spoke. Quickly pulling him inside the comfort and warmth of their house, taking the stuff out of his hands and putting them somewhere else, some of them knocking the floor but all she cared about was him.

She, then, hurriedly wrapped her arms around Spencers neck, while he sobbed and whimpered into her neck, “I don't wanna come back there,” he said, through a sob.

The girl made sure to rub his back and kissed his cheek, “You won't, my love, I promise you won't. I won't allow it,” she comforted.

He sniffed, pulling slightly away from her, “The unsub. I-I connected with her, i-i felt sympathy and understood why she was killing, Angel.”

She cupped his face, “It's okay, that doesn't make you a bad person. Sometimes it's difficult not to feel some sort of sympathy when the story of why they did what they did touches your heart. That doesn't mean you support, defend or justify their actions. That only proves you're human. And it is your job to understand them, baby. That's why, because you put yourself in their shoes, that makes you great at what you do,” she said.

He nodded, taking in her words, “I don't wanna be close to prison like that again. The memories, the flashbacks, they're still here,” he lifted his index finger to make contact with his head, showing what he meant.

Spencer's wife nodded, “I know they are my love. And it will be hard for them to leave, and maybe they will never leave but that's okay because with time they will hurt less,” she softly spoke. Putting his head slightly down to kiss his temples, and forehead, her lips taking their time to part away from this part of his body.

He looked at her, there it was. With worried eyes but full of love, how could he ever run away from someone like her? No, from her specifically. The love his heart held for her was stronger than any other feeling he had felt in the past. The way she quickly made sure he was alright, without judgment, comforting him. He was in love with her, and he wanted to cry at the thought of it. The sentiment was so strong that it ached his heart in such a delicious addictive way, it was the only kind of “pain” he wanted to feel for the rest of his life.

He took in a deep,-deep as the love he felt for her-, sigh, and nodded once more at her words, “I love you,” he let out.

He saw her face shift, confusion taking place, but she smiled whatsoever, “I love you, my love,” she took his hand, and kissed softly, “Tell me what you wanna do? Could I run a bath for you? Do you want to eat or maybe-”

“I wanna go to bed. I want you to hold me,” he admitted. It had been a long journey after he was able to tell his needs.

She nodded with a smile, “Of course, let's go.”

She carefully walked in front of him, with their hands linked, guiding him to their shared bedroom. She opened the door, and pointed to the bed. He nodded, knowing what she wanted. He let go of her hand, feeling cold all of the sudden and sat on the edge of the mattress as he watched her walk to their closet.

Spencer's wife focused on picking up some comfortable clothes for him and decided for one pajama set, one of his favorites.

She smiled making her way back to him, and standing in between his legs, she quickly pressed a kiss on his forehead while taking his tie off, she placed another kiss on his eyes, nose and lips while she unbuttoned his shirt. She let it fall from his shoulder and got it off from his arms, “Arms up, my love,” she gently ordered and he obeyed, while lifting his arms that now felt heavy. The love of his life quickly placed the shirt down his body, and he relaxed his arms, then her hands lowered to his belt but he shook his head.

“I wanna do it,” he smiled, and she nodded, giving him the pajama bottom.

He watched her go to the drawer and get some socks out, mismatched for him. He smiled, feeling cared and loved, he took the socks from her hands after putting his pants that felt nice on his skin. Feeling more and more relaxed, and more at home. He put his socks on, and sat further back until his back hit the pillows.

His wife looked at him with eyes of adoration while he waited for her to join him, she quickly made her way next to him, and laid down onto her side, Spencer quickly taking his place on top of her chest, and hugging her waist, grabbing one of her hands to play with his hair, which she chuckled, and obeyed, slowly scratching his scalp, he felt the exhaustion on his eyes and his body relaxed, “You're at home. You're okay, you can sleep my love,” she whispered.

He whispered, to his world, one more time, “I love you.”

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[reidselle]

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[reidyoulikeabook]

Hey I love your a-z fic it’s so good! Can I be added to your tagg list ?

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