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I love drawing Odysseus and Penelope post odyssey just. In each other's space. Sitting on his lap, playing with his hands, holding her waist, kiss on the neck. Every touch a reminder that they're together again
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Unmasked - Chpt 2
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The phone ringing was all I could focus on not the stares the phone ringing non-stop in my pocket.
"Garcia trace the call coming to L/N phone now!" Prentiss demanded
Garcia froze in shock at Emily's sudden yelling and Spencer asked full of concern, "Emily what is going on?"
"Reid now is not the time, Garcia now! Y/n I am going to need you to answer your phone." Emily shouts speedily.
"Prentiss you promised you wouldn't get the team involved," I gasped the words barely making it out of my mouth.
"L/N answer your phone," Emily demanded as if she didn't hear me.
I clenched my fists and picked up the phone, "Hello?"
"I hear you like scary movies, and so do I. What's your favorite scary movie?" The robotic voice sends shivers down my spine it's the same one I've heard time and time again in my life and in my nightmares.
"Listen hear dipshit, I've done this three times in my life and the one thing that always stays the same is Ghostface dies," I growl.
"And you listen hear Y/n this isn't your movie! It's mine! Aren't you tired of Sidney getting all the spotlight? The money, the book deals, the fame? You are just the nobody sister who would've died if not for Sidney!" The voice loses its temper. Ghostface just made his motive very clear, he is jealous of Sidney.
"If I am just the nobody sister, why are you calling me?"
"You're a loose end, can't finish the movie without Sidney failing to save her baby sister. Ruining her completely." Ghostface says it like it's common sense.
"Then I'll just keep killing. Who should I start with? Dewey the cop that inspired you to be one? Or your best friend that's trying to track this call right now? Oh, I know that agent who just got out of prison? I know how much you love bad boys, must be genetic." Ghostface taunts succeeding in knocking the breath out of my lungs.
"How do you know about my team!" I scream
Ghostface laughs, "I will see you soon Y/n."
The line goes dead, I drop my phone to the ground and hold my hand to my chest. I am hyperventilating and feel like I might pass out. Sidney had it right all along to hide away in a cabin. The more people you love the more Ghostface has to hold over your head.
Rossi speaks when the call ends, "Prentiss, what is going on?"
Emily ignores him and instead shouts to Garcia, "Did you trace the call?"
"Um, yes 34 Elm St Woodsboro California," Penelope stutters.
I slid my back against the wall outside Emily's office still out of breath. That call must have been hard for Penelope to listen to as well considering the fact that Ghostface just threatened her life.
Spencer squats down to my position on the floor god I hate that he has to see me like this.
"Y/n you are okay, you are at the BAU, you are with the team," he tries to soothe if only it were that easy. Any other time I would have melted to hear him talk to me so gently but I know I am going back to Woodsboro no matter what.
I look to Prentiss, "That's my childhood home."
Spencer's eyes widen at my statement, it was inevitable that I would be found out. I will always be a Prescott no matter how far or fast I run.
"Isn't Woodsboro where those Stab movies take place?" Alvez asks
"Agh I hate those movies so cheesy and bloody, not for me," JJ gags at the mention.
I am sure Spencer connected it after the phone call and as soon as I said that was my childhood home. It must be a curse to have so many things permanently stuck in your brain.
"Those movies are based on a true story of the original Ghostface murders witnessed by Gale Weathers," he reluctantly says looking at me with pity.
"Garcia, get all the files you have on each Ghostface killing and let the local police know we are coming. We will need you on this one since phones and voice changers are always used. Wheels up in thirty!" Emily shouts
I quickly stand causing me to feel a little dizzy from all the hyperventilating, "Prentiss this case is a danger to the team, they are specifically being targeted. I suggest this case be sent to another team.
"Are you doubting your team agent," Emily narrows her gaze on me.
"Of course not! But I feel you are underestimating Ghostface."
"We are going end of story. We protect our team and you will always be a part of this team Y/n," Emily states as a fact.
The team gives me worrying glances as they collect their go bags and collect Ghostface files from Garcia. Rossi pats my shoulder as he passes me, "You got this kid."
I walk to my desk and collect my go bag from underneath it. I can feel Spencer's gaze burning into me the whole time. I try to walk by his desk without looking at him. I don't want to see his beautiful eyes full of pity. Unfortunately, not looking at him was not a choice because he grabbed my wrist as I walked by him.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He whispers
"I don't tell anyone," I sigh.
"I am not anyone Y/n, or at least I didn't think I was." He responds quietly at the last part of his sentence. It makes my heart swell at what the insinuation of his comment could mean but now was definitely not the time to think about it.
"Spencer, please don't go on this case," I beg.
"You can't be serious?"
"I just got you back- I mean we- the team just got you back. Scratch is gone you're safe, and the team is safe. I can't jeopardize the team just because I attract lethal serial killers," I stressfully explain tugging at my hair.
"Y/n I just got you and the team back and if you think I'm going to lose you again. You are wrong," he looks at me with his eyes full of seriousness.
"Is there nothing I can say to convince you?"
"No. Now come on before we are late for the jet." He speaks, his voice still filled with hurt.
I sigh and quietly follow Spencer to the jet the team's eyes glued to me as I enter. I ignore their questioning glances and sit next to Penelope.
"I am so sorry you had to listen to that phone call. You never should have been involved," I sighed.
Penelope looks offended, "Sweetie I am not upset because of the phone call. I am upset you had to keep all this to yourself for so many years! I am always here if you need anything."
I frown that the team is being so nice to me when I have lied to them for so long. At least Spencer seems as mad at me as I am at myself.
"Thank you, Garcia," I sigh.
"Kid, could you tell us what we are in for?" Rossi sympathetically asks.
"Well, hopefully, you are looking for a new book deal Rossi cause Ghostface one's fly off the shelf. However, you will have to fight Gale Weathers for the story. She is always there when Ghostface returns." I say self-depreciatingly.
"Could she be a suspect?" JJ asks.
"That would make sense run out of story material, why not make your own," Tara adds.
"One thing you need to know about Ghostface cases is that everyone is a suspect and it's always based on horror movie cliches, "I state.
"That should make him easier to profile shouldn't?" JJ asks
"You would think that but it's hard to find the motive when every Ghostface is a copycat. Ghostface also kills so fast it's hard to keep the kill count down and you never know if they are working in a pair." I respond
"There was only one case where Ghostface worked alone though so it's more likely it would be a duo since the only one who worked alone was a jealous brother," Rossi responds and I can tell he instantly regrets the last part.
"It's okay Rossi, he was jealous and a psycho killer who should have used words or gone to therapy," I responded coldly.
The jet got oddly silent but I guess that was to be suspected with. comment like that.
Emily broke the awkward silence, "How about we all go back to reviewing the case files. Silently this time."
For the rest of the jet ride, you could hear a pin drop and the light snores of Alvez. I swore Spencer's eyes never left me but it made me feel oddly comfortable like Ghostface could never get me as long as Spencer was here.
When the flight ended we all filed off the jet and Emily suggested she and I go to the police station and the rest of the team get checked into the hotel for the night because it was late.
"Prentiss, I would actually like to speak to my sister before anything to assure her safety," I plead.
"Okay, Y/n meet me at the station after," She responds.
Spencer jumps in, "Wouldn't it be safer in teams! I definitely don't think L/N should be anywhere alone since she is a target."
I could still sense Reid's anger and I really did not want to be a hassle so I assured him, "I will be fine I've survived this three times."
"Barely according to Gale Weather's book, you were in the ICU for a week after being stabbed three times in the back and that was only the first Ghostface spree, " Rossi muttered.
I rolled my eyes, "Thanks for the reminder, Rossi."
"Reid and Rossi have a point Y/n, you should have backup," Prentiss assists.
"I'll go with L/N," Spencer instantly volunteers.
"Okay then Rossi with me the rest of you get settled into the hotel," Emily instructions. Then we all head our separate ways.
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A movie night and a bad, worse, not-so-bad night
– aaron hotchner x coworker!female reader
summary | a different version of the ending scene in criminal minds 7x02 that ends in a confession
warnings | some self-deprecating thoughts because it’s Hotch, aside from that none i think, fluff attack
word count | 5600
a/n | hi, this is my first fic and this is just also me trying to give hotch a happy ending. im glad to be sharing this (finally), so if you have any comments, tips, or reactions for me, that would be greatly appreciated!
Working in the BAU has its ups and downs. There’s never a way to predict what will come next. Something will always catch you by surprise whenever you think that maybe you’ve seen it all. Not that you’re complaining, you love this job and the additional family you have now. But with the cases you wish aren’t true, you made it a task to find a way to pull yourself up when it gets too deep. Something that will remind you that everything will be okay; you’ve done well. Even though there are millions of other ways an easy or a rough case could’ve gone, something to be thankful for is that you and the team are safe in your homes; you still would be able to make a difference tomorrow.
However, after a few cases, you find it challenging to find something that will always cheer you up. Shopping only works if you need something. Going out isn’t an option since you only want to go to clubs when the team decides to celebrate. So then, it started to get on your nerves when you couldn’t find anything permanent. So after racking your brain and searching on google for “relaxing ways to treat yourself,” you realize that doing what you already like is the easiest way to relax. And what better way it is to treat yourself than getting in your comfiest sleepwear with food while watching? None, right? It gives you a sense of normalcy and comfort that things will be better, no matter how hopeless your situation is, and that is precisely why this specific routine is essential for you. Or what the team calls your after-a-case-special-treat. It’s just your thing.
Through your routine, you have also realized that having one thing constant in your life helps you be grounded and away from going crazy. It’s nothing excessive anyway; a simple meal you’ve been craving or a take-out food you’ve been eyeing matched with a movie you’ve heard from Pen is how most of it goes. But sometimes, when there’s a case that plays with your head, you take an extra step by searching for new restaurants near your area or finding new recipes you can recreate to even discussing with Pen the food and movie pairing that you have in your mind to ask for her opinion. So it’s good to say that you look forward to it after every case; it gives you a way to compartmentalize till you’re ready to face the more serious aspect of life.
Drinking all the coffee left in your cup, you start to fix your things when you hear footsteps that emit sunshine all over the floor.
“How is my favorite profiler?” Penelope asked in a sing-song voice while sitting in front of your desk and taking your notebook filled with notes about your after-a-case-special-treat.
“Hey, hey, baby girl, I thought I was your favorite profiler.” Derek intruded, or as Pen calls him, his chocolate thunder intruded.
“You know you are,” Pen answered with that flirty voice that made you remember that time she almost got herself in trouble when Strauss was on the receiving end of a phone call. Smiling at the memory your mind played, you continued to fix your things to go home while letting the two continue their banter. Doing a mental checklist in your head, you looked around and noticed that the air isn’t suffocating or solemn, and no one seems stressed, which is good. Although you wouldn’t describe the case as easy as there was some trouble with the local police, nothing new, but thankfully, no one got hurt during the entire period, and the unsub was caught earlier than the team expected. Finishing the case yesterday night and opting to stay and just fly early as everyone had their own room this time.
After grabbing your notebook that Pen was looking at until Derek distracted her, you looked up. You saw that even Emily is arranging her things, looking excited to go home to Sergio and Rossi walking into Hotch’s room, probably to bother him. At the same time, Pen and Derek still continue their banter- Spencer, of course, already left hours ago, being the first to finish his reports.
“Wait! Where are you going? The Oracle of Quantico is not finished with you yet.” Pen shouted at you, crossing her arms in front of her while Derek stared at you with a playful expression before speaking, “Yes, you insensitive subject, how could you dare go when my Goddess is not done with you yet?”
Squinting your eyes at Derek and scoffing at him, you turn to Pen to do a curtsy, “I apologize for my mistake. I thought I was interfering and decided to remove myself.” Unknowingly, Emily stopped to look at the childishness the three of you were displaying while Hotch, Rossi, and JJ, who all stepped out of their office, looked with amusement at the play you guys were showcasing.
“Hand me over that notebook. I shall look to see if your film and comestible pairs well and if it satisfies me so I would not be disappointed if I ever decide to crash your night later.” Pen asserted while taking your notebook out of your bag.
“I’d be happy if you ever decide to join me. However, I must inform you that I do not plan on having my usual occasion tonight as I have planned to clean my home and do it tomorrow.” You answered while doing yet another curtsy that brought a smile to your other team members, that are now invested in whatever the hell you three are doing.
Taking advantage of the still early Friday night, you decided to move your routine tomorrow so you could pretend to be a college student relaxing on a Saturday night as you pick another movie in the list that Pen and you made whenever you have free time or when she sees an exciting trailer.
“Well, you have another room for one?” Derek asked, looking at the Pen and you, asking for your permission.
“Ohh! Ohhh! A movie night with moi chocolate six-pack. I love it! We have room for another one, right right?” Pen looked at you intently while trying her best at puppy eyes- which is working. Debating whether to say yes since you considered you will be doing a general cleaning today, so technically it would be presentable tomorrow for other people.
“I promise I won’t steal anything.” Morgan playfully told you while raising his eyebrows which you returned with another glare. But looking at Pen with hopeful eyes, guess you’re gonna invite-
“How about I host movie night tomorrow?” Rossi asked, well, more like announced, gathering the attention of the three of you and Emily, who was now sitting at her table.
“Now that’s more I like it, movie night with the team and at a mansion? Count. Me. In.” Garcia answered in a heartbeat while returning your notebook to your bag and running to her cave. “But still dibs on picking the movie!”
Looking around to see some cars and silhouettes inside the house meant that the other members were already inside. You expected that anyway as you chose to walk. It felt like your plans of relaxing at home were replaced by a better one, like an economy seat getting upgraded to a suite one as you walk near the door of Rossi’s mansion. Pressing the doorbell and taking one final deep breath as you smile to yourself, excited about where the night would take you, a miscalculation that you did not look forward to has entered your mind as you see your Unit Chief opening the door wearing casual clothes and homely and just so— handsome. Oh, dear. Imagine coming home to that every day.
“Hey, the others are all in the kitchen. Rossi is teaching everyone the right way to make pasta.” He said. While smiling. And looking at you. Why would he do that? Why would he smile and look you in the eye and be handsome?
“Hey, you okay?” No. I am not okay.
“Yeah, didn’t think I was gonna be late for a Rossi special class.” Yeah, that was smooth. Good thing your hearing is still intact while admiring him. Good job, self. You can do this. Just enjoy the night. How hard can this be?
The answer is: it’s extremely hard. Not even ten minutes have passed, and your thoughts are already focused on your boss only as you find yourself seated beside him while trying to entice yourself into Rossi’s cooking. But it’s also hard when Pen is looking at you from the other side of the table, trying to send you a message using her eyebrows. Does she know about your tiny massive crush on your boss? What exactly is she trying to do by wriggling her eyebrows at you and looking at Aaron as if the man isn’t beside you? And why are you calling him Aaron?
“And that’s how you make yourself a great pasta. Here, have a taste.” Oh. Rossi is already done with his lesson, and you understood nothing spiraling about your boss. Oh no. You are in deep trouble, you like like Hotch, as in truly like him, you see him as a man you could date, and he’s not just a boss to you, he’s-
“Hey, are you sure you’re alright?” Hotch whispers to you. He whispered to you, and you could feel him at your neck, and oh, that feels so-stop.
“Yeah, yeah, just feeling a bit tired. I kinda cleaned some stuff before coming here, so yeah.” Yeah, that’s a good excuse. Cleaning some stuff, ’cause you were cleaning stuff yesterday. Why did you say stuff? What kind of stuff is there to be cleaned? Oh, why did you say that? How is he so near? He has really nice eyes, sort of calming now that he’s up close to you and-
“If you two are done gazing at each other’s eyes, you can raise your glass now.” Forcing yourself back at the table, you now see the team looking at you and smiling suspiciously, and even Spencer eyeing you weirdly while Pen continues to wriggle her eyebrows at you, and oh no. Everyone knows your crush for Hotch, don’t they?
“To more successful case, to family, and even more.” This is gonna be a bad night.
Helping Rossi clean the plates with Emily seems a proving task to get your mind straight as they both eye you, waiting for you to talk. The only question is, would you take the bait? With all the embarrassing actions and stiffness you’ve exhibited today, you are 100% sure that they know your not-so-secretive secret. Hence, there’s no more reason for you to indulge them and embarrass yourself further. Nevertheless, not knowing when they’ve been suspicious of you is also bugging you, and this seems to be a perfect chance to ask them how foolish you’ve been looking while you think you were secretly admiring your boss all this time.
“Should I ask the question, or will you talk?” Emily looks at you expectantly with the glint of mischievousness not leaving her eyes.
“Or maybe we should just let her eye the boss more and pretend we don’t see it. We’ve been doing it for months anyway.” Rossi instigated while smiling.
“You know what, you’re right. Let’s just leave her be. She can do this on her own. Not very well, since we all know it, but she’s still doing it.”
Interrupting their banter you asked, “Is it safe to assume that everyone in the team knows I have a crush on, you know—him?” Even if Penelope is not a profiler, you think that she knows with the look she spared you earlier and all the eyebrow wriggling she did. But did Hotch know?
“Yes, the team knows. Stop spiraling in your head alone. It’s just the three of us here. Might as well voice everything out.” Okay. That’s great. Let’s just do that.
“Do you guys think if maybe, there’s a chance that you know, Hotch also knows?” Asking this might be stupid, but it’s not easy to not stare at him and just enjoy it. I mean, he’s very very pleasing in the eyes.
“Well, he’s a profiler and our boss, so I think it’s also safe to say that everyone does know.” Well duh. Of course, he knows. You probably did a lot of stupid stuff while ogling him, and he’s a great profiler, so yeah, he must know it.
“But then again, he’s also a man older than you with a son. We all know how Aaron’s mind runs. Even if he puts on a brave front, he’s still cautious and afraid of some things. Does he feel you staring at him every day? Sure, it’s not that hard to miss, you know. But would he conclude that you like him? Maybe. No. We don’t know. The only way to find that out is if someone truly asks him.” Yeah, Rossi has a point. Maybe you can nudge Pen to ask Hotch if he thinks you staring at him is bothersome, or just ask him about his opinion of you.
“And by someone, I mean you.”
“Ah- what? I just- I can’t just ask him if he knows that I like him that like you know that would be the same as confessing to him.”
“Mia cara, I know you think there’s no chance of being more with him. But you are incredible and bright, and that’s just some of the reasons why we love you.”
“But he’s Hotch. He’s more than incredible. He’s amazing and more than me in all aspects. He’s one of the best profilers, a supportive and loving father to Jack, a great, reliable friend, and just a— stopping yourself to find the word to describe him, you stare at him both before concluding —great man.”
Humming before chuckling, Emily intervened, “Well, that’s the kind of stuff you should be telling him, not us. As much as I enjoyed you two’s heart-to-heart talk, you should be saying those in front of him. I know it’s scary, and you have some doubts, but that’s how it is. But you should know that we’re not pushing you to failure.”
Eyeing her questioningly, you followed her as she put the remaining dishes on the drying rack. “What do you mean by that?”
“Hmmm? By what?” You could see Rossi smirking as you tried to pursue Emily.
“You said you’re not pushing me to failure.”
Looking back and straight at your eyes, “Look, it’s just that we sometimes notice things too. Even if we did say “no profiling” each other, just sometimes, you know, we can see that Hotch also looks at you.”
“Do you mean like he looks at me the way I look at him, or he looks at me like he thinks I like him, or is he just looking at me because I’m weirding him out or-”
“Okay, that’s enough cleaning for me, how about we go join the others now.”
“What, you can’t just drop that info on me and leave, you- Rossi?” Staring at the older man, asking for help or any clarification at the bomb that just dropped on you.
“No comment.”
“But you also said-”
“Hey guys, Em is already seated, so I came to pick you up! Come on, popcorn and movie are ready to go!” Penelope held your hand and dragged you to the seat next to her in the living room as she gave you another bowl of popcorn, smiling widely for your comfort. “Here are your share and your partner’s share. To divide the popcorn equally, Dr. Reid has weighed and advised us to pair so he can equally and easily divide the popcorn.”
“Partner? Where did you even get a scale to weigh the popcorn?”
“It’s better not to ask so we can start the movie now.” A new voice answered you from your right, making you shiver.
“Hotchy, where did you go?” Garcia asked as Hotch took the seat to your right, which is beside you, which is very close to you— again. Oh-like really close, you can actually feel him-oh no. Pen dragged you so you would sit beside her and beside Hotch.
“Just called Jack to say goodnight to him.” You can feel yourself shivering. Again. Why would Pen do that? Why is he your popcorn partner? Is Pen up to something? Is the team on it? Oh, but if you guys share popcorn, your hands would accidentally touch and-
“Hey, you okay? You’ve been spacing out. Are you sure you’re okay to continue? If you need to rest, I can drive you home.”
Why is he so caring and so close? Look at his eyes and- no, stop, answer him.
“Yeah, I’m awesome. Let’s watch!” I’m awesome? Who says that? How many times am I gonna embarrass myself in front of him? Wow, this night is just gonna go from bad to worst.
Pen picked a movie starring people and a dinosaur. There could be more you can describe in the film if you were actually watching it, but that only happens under normal circumstances. Now, however, you can only seem to focus on the man beside you. All of your senses seem to hyperfixate on him as you swallow your saliva for what appears to be the 12th time while thinking of a way how you can focus on the movie when the man you just admitted to two of your teammates that you like is sitting beside you. And it doesn’t help that every time he eats popcorn, he keeps offering it to you, and you stupidly keep accepting it. Maybe that’s the reason you keep swallowing? Water should fix that, right? It’s totally not because you can smell him so much that you keep fantasizing about him and swallowing your saliva; not at all. Just subtlety check for water and maybe catch your breath in the bathroom-
“I know I keep asking you this tonight, but I’m gonna ask it again, are you alright?” No. When you’re this close to me and looking at me with those eyes and that face is just- oh- his lips look great like great kissable.
“Just parched, ya know, with all the popcorn and stuff.” No, no, no, no. Stop saying stuff, please. What stuff are you even talking about?
“Okay, let me get you-” “Ahhhhh! He’s gonna eat him! That something saurus is gonna eat him!”
“Babygirl, calm down. He’s one of the main characters. I’m sure he’s not going to die this early.”
Looking at the screen and your teammates, you notice that everyone is engaged in the chase between a man and a dinosaur, while you’re the only one distracted and absorbed with Hotch. Shifting in your seat and examining the screen, you see a man running for his life, and you realize that it’s the most confusing moment of the day because you don’t know what the plot is about. So you stare at the man, try to root for him, and wish that he also doesn’t die because you don’t even know his character name yet. Sitting straighter and focusing on the film, you tell him to run faster in your mind, and when he doesn’t, you unconsciously clench your fists, irritated that the man seems to be running plainly without any plan. Forgetting the interaction and shame you felt earlier, you lose yourself in the movie’s events, annoyed at the continuous dumb decision the man keeps making.
“Oh! Come on! He should’ve tried to hide behind all that big stupid rocks!”
“Yeah-” voicing out your agreement with Pen, when suddenly another dinosaur joined the chase, you hold the first thing your hand came in contact with and tried to use it as a shield for your eyes when you felt cotton and immediately went to bury your face in it for comfort. But instead of being comforted, your forehead hurts now, and you find the cotton too sturdy- or rather hard?
“It’s gone. You can look now, sweetheart. But I really don’t mind if you wanna use me again as an eye shield.” Your cotton said. Wait- grabbing what seems to be a mounted- oh, that’s a chest. Your hard cotton is Hotch, and he’s staring at you— warmly?
“And suddenly he can kill a dinosaur?” Hearing Pen’s voice took you out of your daydreaming state. You hurriedly let go of Hotch or rather Hotch’s chest and find yourself swallowing nothing again and trying to fix your hair, hoping it would get rid of the mix of shame and fluttery you’re feeling right now.
Gazing at the tv with no thought, every event of what happened since you entered Rossi’s mansion seems to play in your head on repeat. You try to process everything that happened today and try to tie it with what Hotch just said to you. The events of this day seem to be overworking your brain as you can’t stop overthinking what Emily said. It doesn’t help that his last comment made your heart flutter and gave you a spur of confidence; maybe you could hint that you like him? Flirt with him a bit? Well, speaking realistically, it’s hard to do that to your boss, and oh, all the possibilities it could go wrong. Maybe it’s better to leave this matter be and ask for a girl’s night so you can plan better.
“I never knew you were interested in movie credits. Are you also planning on emailing the director some of your thoughts just like Garcia?”
“Credits?” Your eyes widened, and as you looked at the screen, you saw the names of people rolling.
“Yup, yeah, I think I have some thoughts for the next film.” Lies. You don’t even know what the movie really is about. Let’s just hope the no profiling rule doesn’t fail you now.
“Well, should we go now so you can start with your email?”
“Sure-wait, what about the others?” How could you only notice that now? The mess on the floor and couch are evident, but you can’t see o hear anyone. Even Rossi is nowhere to be seen. Did he go to his bed already? Oh no, they really planned something, didn’t they? The room seems to be void of people but you and Hotch only.
“Morgan offered to drive Garcia and JJ while Reid and Prentiss went out talking about a Russian film.” Hotch quipped.
“Oh, uhm, thanks for offering to drive me home.” You whispered, scared that your voice might betray you if you spoke any louder.
As he stood up, you heard your heartbeat getting louder. Standing up to follow him to his car like you’ve been entranced. He waited for you at Rossi’s door, holding it open and smiling at you as he did earlier. Smiling at him to say thanks, you notice his expression mirroring you, yet the feeling of warmness spreads inside your chest like wildfire. Does he also perhaps feel the same when you smile at him? Is there a chance that he feels something for you? Something different than the comfort a friend or a coworker brings.
“I know it’s just a 10-minute drive, so if you wanna go get anything, you can tell me. Jack is at Jess tonight, and I’ll be seeing them both tomorrow for Jack’s soccer game.” Nodding slowly, you try to think of a place you wanna go. But you don’t even like going out unless it’s necessary. Why would he even ask that of you? You try to fight the urge to ask him as you get seated in the passenger seat. But what if he’s the one who wants to go somewhere, and he’s deflecting the question to you? Maybe he wanna spend more time with you?
“If you wanna pick a song, feel free to do so. But the choices might be limited to mine and Jack’s preference, so just don’t put them on shuffle.” He tells you as the car goes out of Rossi’s driveway. Driving to your home, he seems more relaxed while you get frustrated. Why are your thoughts suddenly getting bolder than the previous one? Why didn’t Em nor Pen tell you about how obvious you were? What does Hotch think of you? If he knows, why isn’t he saying anything? Does he think less of you? How could he look this good when he’s just driving? Does he also think of you the way you think of him? The sudden song change made you realize how fast you guys are going with almost no people on the streets, but most importantly, you realize that you haven’t said a thing since you’ve left Rossi’s house.
As you see the silhouette of your house, your hands start fidgeting unconsciously as your mind can’ pick a topic to focus on. You continue to make up questions about almost everything. You try to think of ways to thank him properly and how to act without being odd about it. But most importantly, you can’t seem to decide whether to confess to him and possibly destroy the night and your life or just simply say thank you and leave things as it is. As the car slowly stops in front of your house, you take a deep breath and glance at him.
Parking the car, he looked at you and smiled, “See you on Monday?” Opening your mouth to say yes and find the words to say what you’re feeling, you freeze as a part of your mind tells you to run inside to stop embarrassing yourself.
“Is there something that concerns you? You can tell me, you know, we’re out of the office now. I’m just Aaron right now.” Aaron. Ugh, how you wanna call him that.
“No, nothing. I think I just need to sleep. Thanks for the ride, Hotch I-”
“Aaron, you know you can call me Aaron, right?” Why would he say that while staring at you straight in the eye? This isn’t fair. Your heart is experiencing too much today; it might really explode. Why is he even looking at you like that? It’s like he wants to talk to you more. Stop. You’re reading too much about the situation.
Flustered, you answer him, “Aaron, thank you for the ride.”
“You’re welcome, and thank you for believing in me.” Confused, you look at him, waiting for an explanation at the sudden thanks.
“Hmm?”
“Uh, I know it isn’t right to eavesdrop in a conversation, but uh, thanks for believing that I’m doing good as a profiler and as a father.”
Oh
Oh
He meant that.
Oh no
Oh no
There’s no way you can escape this situation now. You should’ve said thanks and ran. Now it’s too late. This is gonna go down as the worst night of your life. Oh no, no, no, I am not in the right mental capacity to be turned down. Oh! Say something first, ignore what he said- play dumb, say thanks- then run.
“Hmm, I don’t know what you’re talking about. But thanks for the ride, Hotch.” Nice! Unfasten the seatbelt fast. Now escape! Yes- no, the door won’t open. Why is it not opening?
“Right now, it’s Aaron. And no, I haven’t unlocked the door because I need you to listen to me. If I don’t do this now, I don’t know when I’ll get the courage to say this. So please, just— listen to me.” God, please don’t have the courage, I truly don’t, please help me, and I promise to be good. Cowering in your seat, you prepare your heart for the rejection while slowly turning to face him and the truth that will shatter all of your fantasies of him- and a possible relationship with him.
“I’m not that incredible at all. I try my best to handle the team and be present at all times with Jack. But most of the time, I think I’m still lacking, and I don’t know how to fix that. I try my best to take it one step at a time, but I get frustrated when things don’t progress as I want.” That’s not the truth you were expecting. Why does he look so sad? That’s normal. Everyone’s like that.
“I’m not that great. And I didn’t think I deserved your kind words— or any love anymore with everything.” No. False. That’s not the truth that you want him to believe and hold. Your heart aches, and the beating starts to continue, but now you feel a different frustration. Why would he think like that? Why doesn’t he realize how amazing he is? Why does he think he can decide what you deserve?
And before you realize it, your body urged you to hold and kiss him. To stop his thoughts once and for all, to comfort him, and for you to state the obvious and your truth. You want him. You need him. And if he wants you too, he has you. Forever, if he would like. This is what you deserve, and his only option is to accept it. You channel all the frustration you felt into the kiss. Holding his cheeks with both hands, you feel him touch your right hand to tangle his hands with yours. Slowing the kiss yet deepening it, he holds your neck as he dominates the kiss, leaving you almost breathless yet yearning for more. But as he slows down and breaks it, his forehead lays softly against yours. It’s quite funny how your heart is now calm. Too calm compared to all the times you imagined yourself kissing him or just simply the idea of him. But it feels perfect, just right. And in that all-consuming kiss, you wished it rid him of all his fears and insecurities, as it did yours.
Without saying anything, the both of you hold each other. Allowing yourselves to bask at the moment. But you’re greedy, or maybe overconfident at the moment. You want to see him and tell him how much he truly means to you, so you break the spell you both are in. Grasping his hands once again, you pick up the courage to say the words you’ve buried deep down.
“I like you. I can’t tell you exactly how I feel because this is the first time I’ve felt strongly for someone. I like you for so many reasons but what you’ve heard is just the tip of it. I think you’re more than great, and with everything, you deserve to love the most. And it would make me the happiest if you give me a chance to do so.” Looking at him while pouring your heart out, you feel like a burden is lifted from you.
Waiting for him to answer, you see him give a smile that makes your heart burst again. “It should be me saying that, but I’m glad we feel the same because I want you as well. Thank you for believing and liking me and giving me a chance.”
You’re now sure you can hear your heartbeat with all the excitement you can’t contain. Tearing your hands away from him to engulf him in a hug, you feel both his arms hold your waist as one of your hands gently cupped his hair, one of your dreams come true. You feel him turn his head and kiss your cheek as he asks you,
“Would you like to come to Jack’s game? I know it’s not an ideal first date, but we could see each other tomorrow and-”
“Any date with you is an ideal one” Cutting him fast to face him once more as you smile at him, feeling your heart getting fuller if that’s even possible.
You both stare at each other for a few more minutes, afraid to say goodbye and end your moment even if you’ll be seeing each other in a few hours. He starts,
“I’ll pick you up later.”
Smiling even wider, you answer him, “And I’ll be waiting. I’ll see you later, Aaron.”
“I’ll see you later, sweetheart.” He answered as he kissed your hand goodbye and finally unlocked the car. Opening the door, you took one last look at him and kissed him on his cheek, “See you later.”
Exiting the car, you wave him goodbye and walk to your door with an extra spring in your step. Taking out your keys, you turn and wave goodbye to him. Smiling at you and waving back, you take that as your cue to open the door and get inside, knowing that he won’t go unless he sees you inside.
As you closed your door, your phone vibrated in your pocket. When you scoped it to see a text from him, Goodnight. Can’t wait to see you again. You text him a simple goodnight with an overly smiling emoji, knowing fully that you won’t even get a wink of sleep with the excitement you’re feeling right now, but you also tell him that the feelings are the same. As you open your window curtain, you see his car gets further, and with that, you hurry to your closet to plan for another day. Wishing that this feeling would also be part of a new routine that you have and share with him. Turns out, this night wasn’t so bad at all.
Endnote | thank you for reading! i also have some more hotch fic that i would be posting and hopefully some more next so if you wanna chat do feel free to drop by!
+ also that gif took me too long to make because i have no idea how to but i like that i got it done
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tell. us. EVERYTHINGGG im so curious
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okay so. first the fic in the back burner right now, but theres the body paint fic i talked about few days ago i think? it has new brain worms added to it with kip revealing plans he has for the stream room (the body paint thought itself came from him saying if he reaches 1k subs on stream he'll let penelope body paint him lmao). so that will be very touchy feely spicy lil thing with orangekip ~
then i started a stupid lil thing this morning thats basically a drunken confession fic with orangekip. they have unspoken feelings and kip is drunk and encouraged by his friends to confess and it goes. just about well as you'd expect lmao but it will be cute i promise!! also really fun tsundere!kip included 💜
anddddd right now im writing something lil more spicier, orangekip friends with benefits with basically just extremely needy and begging kip. which might ends up being the thing that goes the farthest ive ever written a spicy fic but we'll see. its just hot okay and i have real bad brain worms today lmao
theres more wips all over the place but these are the top three open in my files right now!!
#yes i write almost exclusively orangekip why do you ask lmao#we gotta keep this economy alive!!#but yeah thats a short synopsis of everything i got actively going rn that i'll hopefully be finishing up next 💜#thank you anon youre precious 💜💜#anonymous#thank you for asking! <3
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It’s Only You
Summary: The aftermath of the Date Night (S15E6/No Max, just Reader). Reader is feeling really insecure about her and Spencer’s relationship after the heated kiss between Cat and him so Spencer goes the extra mile to reassure her just how much he loves her.
Warnings: SMUT/unprotected sex(pls use protection)/oral (f receiving)/fingering/praise kink/slight breeding kink/kind of choking/hair-pulling/very passionate “love-making”/mirror sex/cream pie/squirting
Word Count: 2265
*NOT MY GIF*
“Sugar, you doing okay?” Garcia’s hand on your shoulder as she walked you over to the elevator.
You nodded, “Fine, why?”
“Just that, you’re not waiting for Reid. And being that you guys live together, I would think you’d be carpooling,” she tried to joke.
You gave her a half-smile, “Right, yeah. I was just going to get the car warmed up for us and everything. I noticed it was a bit cold when we pulled up.”
“Oh ok,” she nodded, “Did you want me to go hurry Reid up or-”
“No, it’s alright,” you stopped her, “Just tell him to take his time and meet me down in the car.”
She furrowed her brows a bit, “O-Oh, okay. I’ll go do that.”
“Thanks,” you smiled.
Penelope sighed before pulling you in for a hug, “I know you don’t want to talk about it now but just know I’m here,” she whispered before pulling away.
“Thanks, Pen,” you sighed, “I’ll see you.”
“Bye-bye,” she waved as she walked back into the BAU.
The doors nearly shut to the elevator.
“Hold it!” you looked up to see Luke sticking his arm out and stopping the door, “Oh, hey Y/N,” he grinned.
“Hi, Luke,” you stepped to the side to let him take the space next to you as the elevator began its descent.
“Not waiting for Reid?” he asked.
You shook your head, “I told Garcia to tell him I was just going to get the car warmed up and he can meet me down in the garage.”
“Ohhh,” Luke nodded, “You feeling alright? I know that tonight was pretty wild, to say the least.”
You sighed, “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, “Because-” The sound of the elevator doors sliding open saved you from having to come up with some bullshit “I’m tired” excuse.
“Well, I’ll see you, Luke,” you waved quickly before dashing off to your car.
“Bye!” he called out after you.
You got into the passenger seat of the car, letting out a shaky breath. Finally no more berating with questions about how you were feeling, no more people stepping on eggshells because they don’t want to offend you or- Tap Tap
Your eyes shot up to Spencer tapping the driver’s side door with his knuckle, “Open please,” he spoke through the glass.
You nodded as you unlocked the car. Spencer opening the back one first and throwing his satchel onto the back seat before going to the driver’s seat.
“Are you hungry? We can go to that 24-hour Chinese place-”
“No thanks,” you cut him off.
“Oh,” Spencer cleared his throat, “Did you want something else? We can try and find another 24-hour place.”
“Not hungry,” you answered.
“Home it is then,” Spencer muttered as he began backing out of the space.
The ride home was eerily silent. Usually, after even a mildly tough case, you and Spencer would talk about just about anything to keep your minds off the horrors you just witnessed. You’d expect there to be something said between the two of you after a night like this one. But, nothing. Just silence.
“Did you want to watch a movie? I’m really not too tired,” Spencer asked as you both shed your coats at the door.
“I think I’m gonna go shower,” you answered, heading straight to your bedroom. Spencer stood in the living room, his brain racking at why you were acting like this.
You kicked off your shoes before going to undo the buttons of your shirt before Spencer burst through the door.
“Y/N, what the hell is going on?” he asked, sounding incredibly frustrated.
You furrowed your brows, “Nothing. I just want to take a shower and relax. I don’t know if you realized but my father and sister were kidnapped by psychopaths today. But, maybe you were too busy shoving your tongue down Cat’s throat to notice.” Spencer’s face turned white at your words. You hadn’t meant for all of that to come out but now that it had, you didn’t feel any sort of regret.
“So, that’s what this is about?”
It was now your turn to be frustrated, “Spencer, what else would it be about?! Or did you happen to kiss another murdering lunatic tonight?! If so, might as well tell me now!”
“Y/N, what the hell are you talking about?!”
“You kissed her Spencer!”
“That was to get her to give us information so we could save your family!” he argued.
“Don’t act like you did that for anyone but yourself, Spencer!” you shouted, “So you could satisfy whatever insane attraction the two of you have.”
“Y/N, please, let me explain,” Spencer’s voice softening.
“What is there to explain, Spencer? When was the last time you kissed me like that? Or kissed me in general? Or even told me you loved me? Huh? Cause I can’t seem to remember, Reid, do you?”
“It doesn’t mean I don’t, Y/N.”
You shook your head as you ran your fingers through your hair, “Seeing the two of you-” your voice shook as tears brimmed in your eyes, “Seeing you kiss her like that. I-It made me sick to my stomach, Spencer. I felt like my heart was just ripped out and stomped on in front of me.”
“I-I’m sorry,” he muttered.
“You’re sorry?” you scoffed, “That’s all you have to say?”
Spencer straightened out, “I’m sorry,” he spoke clearer, “And I love you.”
You just shook your head, “Do you?”
“Yes,” his tone more confident, “More than anything” he pondered for a moment on what to say next, “Let me prove it.”
“Let you prove it?” you sniffled, “And just how are you going to do that, Reid?”
“Like this,” before you could even register, Spencer’s lips were on yours. His hands cupping your face and his lips practically devouring yours. And you couldn’t help but melt into his touch, putty in his hands.
“Spencer,” you muttered as you pulled away.
He kept his forehead pressed to yours, “I love you, Y/N. Nobody else.”
“I love you,” you muttered back. Spencer’s lips crashed onto yours once again, his hands now falling to your waist as he led you back to the bed. Both of you discarding one another’s clothes as you neared it. You felt the back of your knees hit the edge before Spencer gently pushed you back onto it, moving to hover over you.
His lips then fell to your neck, kissing further and further down your body, “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered up at you as he kissed your navel. You let out a shaky breath as he hooked his fingers onto your underwear, gently tugging them down your legs.
“Reid,” you panted as he kissed the insides of your thighs, slowly pushing your legs further apart. Your hips bucking into this touch, Reid grinned as he used one of his arms to keep you pinned down.
“God,” he groaned, his breath sending shivers up your spine. He placed a gentle kiss to your clit before licking a broad stripe up your folds.
“Fuck,” you whimpered as Spencer began to eat you out, making it seem as if you would be his last meal ever. He carefully shoved two fingers into you, rocking them back and forth as he continued to suck on your clit. Your back arching off the bed as you tugged on his messy brown locks.
“You taste so fucking good,” Spencer practically moaned as he kissed back up your body, his lips pushing against yours as he continued to work his fingers.
“My God,” you groaned as your head fell back, one of your hands gripping Spencer’s wrist that was currently slotted between your legs, “-m gonna cum.”
“Cum for me, honey. Let go,” Spencer cooed in your ear as his thumb began to draw circles on your sensitive clit.
“Fucking hell, Spencer!” your back coming off the bed completely as your orgasm shot through you like lightning. Spencer’s fingers not relenting as he worked you through your high, “Spencer,” you panted, “P-Please,” another bolt shot through you as you felt yourself release onto his fingers once more, but this time also drenching the sheets and the inside of your thighs.
“I fucking love you,” Spencer groaned as he kissed you harshly.
“Spencer, please,” you whimpered, “I need you. I-I need you now.”
“Honey, you don’t want to take a-”
“Spencer,” your voice dripping with need, “I’m begging you.”
“Good God,” Spencer groaned, kissing you again. He began to shed his boxers, throwing them to some unknown location, same as your other clothes.
Your hands gripped his shoulders as he ran his painfully hardened cock along your dripping folds, mixing his pre-cum and your first orgasm on his tip.
“Fuck,” you and Spencer let out in-sync moans as he pushed himself inside of you.
One of his hands looped under your thigh, pulling it so your calf rested on his hip. The other helping to guide his cock into you."You alright, baby?" Spencer groaned as he finally bottomed out.
You nodded your head fervently, "M-Move, please," your words were broken by the feeling of being stretched out by Spencer once again.
Spencer’s strokes were usually rough and fast-paced but these ones were deep and sensual. The difference did not lessen the pleasure at all, if anything, it only made every touch more sensitive.
"I love your tight pussy, always so wet for me," Spencer moaned, “Such a good fucking girl.”
You could barely muster a word before a moan took its place. You grabbed the nape of Spencer’s neck forcing his lips down to yours. The closeness of your bodies increased his ability to reach deeper inside you.
"F-uck," you moaned, breaking the kiss. Although Spencer continued to keep his body close as you pressed your foreheads together. His long hair stuck to both of your foreheads as he continued moving in and out of you.
Spencer’s hand wrapped around your throat, not applying much pressure, but enough to make you whimper at his touch, “God, I wish you could see how beautiful you look right now.”
“F-Feels so good,” you whimpered as you squeezed your eyes tightly shut. Suddenly Spencer pulled away, “Reid, what’re you-”
Spencer cut off your words as he flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips back so you were on all fours. His hands went to grip your chin as he towered over your back, “Look at yourself,” your gaze shifted up to the mirror in the corner of your room.
Your eyes shifted up to Spencer’s sweaty face, his breathing heavy as he stared down at your figure, “F-Fuck me, Spencer, p-please,” you whimpered.
Spencer gave off a small smirk as he pushed himself back in, “God,” he groaned shakily as he began to pound into you from behind, his thrusts hard and deep each time. He was in no rush, he wanted you to feel every ounce of pleasure he could give you.
“Spencer,” you moaned, “I-I’m so close.”
“Me too, baby,” he grunted as his strokes sped up a bit, “Me..fuck...too. Want me to cum in you, huh?”
“Y-Yes...God...Spencer, please,” you whimpered as your face fell into the sheets.
You felt your hair tugged back as Spencer brought your back up to his chest, “I want to see your face when I fill with you my cum.”
You tried your absolute best to keep your eyes open as Spencer thrust up into you harshly, “Spencer, I-” your words cut off by a loud cry as you came undone all over Spencer. Your cunt tightening around him.
The feeling sent tingles up Reid’s spine. His release following not long after as you then felt spurts of his warm seed spill into you and your name spilling from his lips, “Fuck,” he panted, kissing your shoulder before you fell into the mattress.
“T-That was,” you tried to catch your breath.
“Fucking incredible,” Spencer finished. You nodded, smiling sleepily. Both of you letting out winces as he pulled himself out of you, “Give me a moment.”
Spencer returned less than a minute later. He grinned at you as he began to run a warm washcloth up your legs, “That feels nice,” your eyes fluttering shut.
“No falling asleep,” Spencer kissed your cheek, “Go to the bathroom while I change the sheets.”
You groaned, “Fine.” You sat up, wincing as you walked unsteadily into the bathroom. You found one of Spencer’s old button-ups, throwing it over yourself as you finished up in the bathroom. You walked back into the bedroom, Spencer with his boxers back on as he finished putting on the new sheets.
“You feeling okay?” he asked, noting your shaky stance.
“I’ll be fine,” you smiled as you climbed into the fresh sheets.
Spencer followed suit, crawling in and pulling you against him. Your head resting on his chest as he held you close to him.
“One hell of a day, huh?” you sighed.
You felt Spencer chuckle quietly, “Guess you could say that.”
“I’m sorry for how I reacted to the whole you kissing Cat thing. I know it was for the good of the case and it helped in finding my dad and sister.”
Spencer shook his head, “You have nothing to be sorry for, Y/N. I should’ve never put you in a situation to doubt yourself or-”
“Spencer,” you cut him off sitting up to look at him, “It’s alright.”
His brown eyes softened, “I love you.”
You smiled softly, “I love you too.”
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i have this idea. it’s halloween and spencer has to decorate his apartment but he finds it hard to organize things and decorate so he has a meltdown and asks someone for help. maybe penelope or luke! :)
Decorating his apartment for Halloween is one of Spencer's favorite activities. He has several large plastic totes where he keeps his decorations, and he likes to go all-out, even though the likelihood of someone actually seeing any of it is relatively low. He does it for himself, and it makes him happy.
He goes to unpack his decorations boxes this year, and something is different. It takes him only a moment to remember - last year, right after Halloween, he spent an extended period of time in Las Vegas trying to solve the murder of Riley Jenkins, and when he got back, JJ had just had Henry, and he'd been kind of scatterbrained all around. That's why he'd given Emily permission to pack up the decorations for him.
Regular-brained Spencer would never do that, and this is why: everything is wrong. Nothing is in its right place, he can't find the things he needs, and he keeps coming across fake cobwebs and strings of lights in the wrong order. There's a method to his madness, and right now, his method is right out the window.
He tries. He really, really tries, but at a certain point he finds himself on the floor of his living room, surrounded by skeletons and paper wall-hangings, and he really doesn't want to scream, because the neighbors will hear and freak out, but he's frozen and can't move far enough to grab a pillow to yell into, and everything is just starting to compound and agitate him more, and finally he reaches for his phone before he completely loses the ability to talk.
Normally, he would probably call Emily first - but this is kind of her fault, even though she was just trying to help, and he doesn't want to make her feel guilty. So he calls Penelope instead.
"Can you come over?" he asks breathlessly when she answers the phone. "Please?" he adds pathetically.
"Already on my way, my darling," she says, knowing that tone of Spencer's voice, and he can hear her grabbing her keys. "Be there in 10."
She's there in 8 minutes and 37 seconds, and Spencer has never been so grateful to have given her a key of her own. She lets herself in to find him rocking back and forth violently on the floor, clearly getting some sort of stimulation from the knobs of his spine rolling against the hard wood.
"What's up, buttercup?" she asks gently, placing a hand firmly on his shoulder to help ground him.
"It's all wrong," he says frantically, flapping his hands. "Emily put it back wrong and now it's all wrong and I can't - I can't--"
"Shh, shh, it's okay," Penelope soothes. "We can fix this. I promise."
"How?" Spencer asks desperately.
"Well," Penelope says, thinking for a moment. "You've already taken everything out, yeah?"
Spencer nods.
"So, we're going to put everything away again. Where it's supposed to go. The way you usually pack it up every year. Then, you're going to take a nap and I'm going to make us some tea. And when you're awake and we're drinking our tea, you're going to decide if you want to decorate tonight or tomorrow. And everything will be ready for you, right where it's supposed to be."
Spencer stares at her. "How are you so logical?" he asks. "I should have been able to figure that out."
"Not in the midst of a meltdown, sweetie," she says kindly. "Remember that time I called you in a panic because I forgot to put the chocolate chips in my cinnamon muffins? And you had to come all the way to my place and hold me and calm me down and remind me that cinnamon muffins are fine without chocolate chips?"
"I do remember that," Spencer says with a small smile.
"This is why we're best friends," Penelope quips. "Because you can be the genius when I'm in a tizzy, and I can be the genius when you are. And no one else has to even know about it."
"I love you, Penny."
"I love you too." She grins. "Now, let's start putting this stuff away, huh?"
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Wallpaper - Reid x Reader
A/N: Hello Lovelies! I attempted some pure fluff this time to show my love to my bby, @spencer-reid-in-a-pool ! I wanted to shower her with love and this was the only way I could think how, so I hope you enjoy! Shoutout to @imagining-in-the-margins for the adorable prompt! You’re amazing and ily!
Also shout out to my amazing beta buddies, @sunlight-moonrise , @clean-bands-dirty-stories , and @definitelynotkatesblog !
Spencer Reid x Reader
Category: FLUFFY FLUFF
Warnings: None!
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In the world of darkness that surrounds our lives, it’s important to find the light in the world. Luckily for me, our paperwork days meant being sat across from my best friend, Spencer Reid. The man whose smile lit the entire room, who could drop everything in an instant for someone he loves; who makes my days brighter at the simplest, “Hi.” The curly-haired genius spends his days surrounded by the worst humans in existence, using his brain to help the world before helping himself. With his IQ of 187, his mind works a million miles a minute, but sometimes he still needs help. That’s where my job comes in.
I joined the BAU a year ago, and was instantly drawn to the resident genius. He was timid when I first met him, as if scared the world would break him with everything it decided to throw at the sweet man. Slowly, I captured the heart of our resident genius, who was now my best friend. Over the course of the years, he became my favorite person. On cases, I would make sure he took time to drink water and rest when possible, bringing him snacks when his brain was wrapped in his geological profile. I made it my mission to teach the genius to love himself as much as he loves others.
Paperwork days were when I really got to see his bright smile and soft laughter. It became a running joke between us. Whenever Spencer would get up to grab us coffee from the kitchen, I would steal his phone to change the wallpaper to something silly. Every time he would check his phone for updates, he would see a new silly picture and grace me with a shining smile and chuckle. Even for these split moments in time, I knew I had distracted him from the morbid things littering our desks. His smile lit up the bullpen, leaving butterflies fluttering around in my stomach, my own smile gracing my lips. He would always shake his head before changing it back, already knowing he would find a new wallpaper later that day. Luckily for me, today was a long, dragging paperday which means I had plenty of time to meet my Spencer-Smile quota for the day.
First thing this morning, I got my hands on his cell. Pre-coffee brain, the only thing I could think of was the most ridiculous picture of our own Derek Morgan. The image was one Penelope graced me with, a photo he attached when shamelessly flirting with her during our downtime. As quickly as I could, I set the lockscreen and gently placed the device back on his desk, almost in the right spot although I’m sure Spencer would notice it had been moved. I sit back in my chair, slowly starting to spin as I see Spencer make his way back to our desks, two mugs in hand as his glasses begin to slide down the bridge of his nose. I shoot up to wrap my hands around the steaming mug, the warmth like a warm hug. I pull the mug up to my face, smelling the delicious scent of coffee created perfectly to my specifications. Sometimes boy genius’ memory has its perks. Settling back at my desk, I sort through the mound of files for the day in anticipation.
Looking up from my own cases, I look across to Spencer who has his face buried in a file, his finger trailing down the pages taking my mind into places it shouldn’t go. After an hour he still hasn’t seen his wallpaper, plastering a frown on my face. I pull out my own device, immediately texting a gif of Stitch saying hi to “Pretty Boy”, hearing his phone ding almost immediately. Looking across to Spencer, he almost spits out his coffee seeing the ever flirtatious Derek Morgan gracing his screen. The reaction sent me into a whirlwind of laughter, my head thrown back, almost cackling at the poor man.
As I calm down, wiping the tears from under my eyes, I see Spencer looking at me with his signature smile, making my heart flutter.
“That was a good one, Y/N. You really got me this time.” He chuckles, looking at this screen again before looking back at me. “Might have been your best one yet,” he says as he works to change it back. The poor technophobe had to learn because of me how to change his wallpaper since he realized I wouldn’t stop anytime soon. He’s still a tad slow but watching him try to work through it makes my heart happy as I return to my own files.
As I try to work through my own files, an IM from the tech queen herself pings my computer.
P.Garcia: “Changed Boy Wonder’s wallpaper again? When are you going to tell him?! Your puppy eyes give you away, darling. You can’t lie to me.”
Y/N: “Darling Penelope, I would never lie to you. Alas, you continue shipping something that will never sail..” I reply to her, hoping she gets the gist.
Although Spencer lives in my thoughts rent free, that’s where he’ll stay. As much as I wanted him in my arms instead, it simply wasn’t going to happen. I close my messages before trying to actually get some work done. I’d rather not stay late yet again due to my tendency to be a bit scatterbrained.
***
Coffee break number two rolls around and I already have the perfect picture planned. Reid scurries into the kitchen desperate for more coffee and I rush to his desk. Pulling out his phone, I send an image to it before saving it. It is one of my all time favorites. A movie night Spencer and I shared. I convinced him to let me pamper him under the reasoning of some well deserved self-care. Surprisingly, the man went along with my antics, although fighting me on this gem. The image is a sneaky one that Reid doesn’t even know exists. During our self-care night, I tried to take pictures of him looking as cute as ever, but he kept blocking me. Luckily, Spencer fell asleep before his mask came off leaving the perfect opportunity to snap the evidence. There is Spencer in all his glory, curled up on my couch in the light blue robe I saved for him that was covered in little clouds, a purple face-mask clinging to his cheeks, trying to avoid his eyebrows.To top it all off, he wore a bright pink headband to push his hair back decorated with bunny ears. The picture shows the soft side of our boy, a side I wished he would show more.
Throwing his phone back on his pile of files, I sit back at my desk, nonchalantly sipping my now cold coffee. Seeing Reid shuffle back to his desk, I wait for him to pick up his phone with my mug resting against my mouth. Spencer readjusts his frames as he settles in his chair, looking me in the eyes before looking at his phone. Instead of his normal chuckle, a pout graces his plush lips. Although his lips are normally a favorite of mine to stare at, the pout twists my gut.
“I thought you didn’t get any pictures of me that night,” he mumbles, giving me puppy eyes that could give mine a run for their money.
Despite my pride in the picture, his tone makes me feel just a little guilty. “I’m sorry, Spence, I thought you were so cute when you were napping. I didn’t want to make you upset.” I pout, the butterflies disintegrating as the moments pass. Rummaging through my drawer, I find my sack of trail mix and toss it to the dark-eyed man. “Here, take my trail mix, I know it’s your favorite,” I offer, a small smile painted on my face. Spencer’s eyes land on me, lips turning up once more into the smile that never fails to take my breath away.
“I appreciate it, but I can’t take it. I know it’s basically the only thing you eat on your lunch break.” His call out causes heat to rise into my face.
I stay insistent though. “I want you to have it. I don’t like making you sad.” I shoot back, giving him my infamous puppy eyes. Even Aaron Hotchner falls for them, there is no way the doctor could resist.
“Okay,” he starts, automatically having me rush across to his desk to give him the snack. “On one condition,” He finishes, making my face fall once more. Spencer never lets people just give him a present, he always does more for others. “Since you’re giving me your snack, you come with me to get a proper lunch since you need food and I could use the hour away from these files.” He smiles at me, already munching on the trail mix so I have no choice but to agree.
“Deal. BUT, I want pancakes if we’re going,” I reason with him, plopping back in my chair.
“IHOP it is.” He chuckles, the sound resonating in my brain as we both hurry through our respective files.
***
At coffee break number three, Reid stands from his desk, scrunching his nose to fix his glasses as he reaches across to snatch my mug from my desk. Hiding my face in the file until he walks away, I turn to see him shaking his head, knowing I’m about to change his wallpaper yet again.
Once I see him turn the corner, I stretch over to grab his phone he conveniently left square in the middle of his desk, giving the man yet another excuse to talk to her. Flipping through the camera roll, I hear a chuckle from the desk a few feet away. Looking over, I find the one and only, Derek Morgan shaking his head at me.
“What’s so funny, Thunder? Sad the attention isn’t on you anymore?” I tease him while trying to find the perfect picture.
“I just find the pining that goes on between two supposedly brilliant people entertaining.” He chuckles as my jaw drops, turning to him. “Come on, Princess. You don’t think we don’t all know you and Pretty Boy fancy each other, do you? It’s obvious to everyone except the boy himself.”
I shake my head. “He’d never see me that way, Morgan. This is just for shits and giggles.” I breathe out, settling on an image of our feet in front of the TV screen, mismatched socks adorning our feet while “Beauty and the Beast” plays in the background. He sports a neon pink sock along with a navy blue sock covered in planets, while my feet claimed one sock covered in different moon phases, the other covered in little alien creatures. Placing his phone on his desk, I settle back at my own, shooting Morgan a closing, “You’re just seeing things, Morgan.” before burying myself back in the file at hand.
Moments later, my mug is sat directly in front of me before Reid sits at his own desk. Automatically picking up his phone to check, my tummy flutters at the smile he releases while staring at the screen for a moment before looking at me. Making eye contact, I notice a slight pink tint to his cheeks, before he looks back at the image.
“This might be my favorite one yet,” he murmurs, adjusting his glasses without looking away from the screen. I feel my cheeks heat up, getting warmer by the second, but I cannot tear my eyes from the man who holds my heart without even knowing it.
***
“Hey Y/N. Ready for lunch?” Spencer asks, tearing my eyes from the IMs Garcia floods me with daily.
“Ready when you are!” I reply, jumping at the opportunity to get away from the files scattered on my desk. You’d think serial killers would take a day off sometimes. Shuffling to my feet, I grab my keys from my desk and grab Spencer’s hand, dragging him to the elevator with me.
“Seems like it’s more ready when Y/N is.” He chuckles, straightening his glasses once he comes to a stop in front of the silver doors. As we step in, Garcia frantically waves at us, before sprinting into the bullpen as the doors close.
“Well, you’re in luck, Pretty Boy. You get me as your personal chauffeur to lunch.” I beam at him as he goes bug-eyed.
“Lucky? In your death trap, Y/N?” He chuckles, putting a flabbergasted look on my face.
“Hey!” I yell at him, playfully elbowing him in the ribs. “My car has lasted 15 long years I’ll have you know, and she runs as smooth as ever,” I shoot back, immediately leaving him behind when the doors open. “Maybe I’ll just go get pancakes without you then.” It’s playful when I lock all the car doors except for mine, and he knows it.
That doesn’t stop him from playing along. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry Y/N! Will you ever forgive my poor soul?” he jokes, holding both his hands over his heart as he begs for forgiveness. Unlocking the doors, I giggle at his antics before heading to the restaurant.
***
“Y’all ready to order, or do you need a few more minutes?” The server returns to the table with our coffees, along with an apple juice for my inner child.
“Yes ma’am. Can I get the plain pancakes with eggs, as well as a side of bacon and sausage?” Spencer asks while gathering both our menus for her.
“Of course, sugar. What about you darlin’?” she turns to me as Spencer dumps almost the entire sugar container into his mug.
“I’ll just have the chocolate chip pancake, please!” I smile at her as I steal what’s left of the sugar from the man across from me.
“No problem, that’ll be right out for y’all.” She smiles at us before heading off to the kitchen.
“Did you know chocolate chips were invented by Ruth Wakefield because she decided to chop up a chocolate bar and add it to her cookie batter?” Spencer looks to me as he starts with factoids. “And white chocolate isn’t even truly chocolate! White chocolate is made with a blend of sugar, cocoa butter, milk products, vanilla, and a fatty substance called lecithin. Not that it’s a surprise, considering it doesn’t even taste like chocolate. Probably because it doesn't contain chocolate solids.” he rambles as I stare at him with stars in my eyes. “However, dark chocolate is loaded with organic compounds that are biologically active and function as antioxidants. These include polyphenols, flavanols and catechins, among others. Dark chocolate also has a list of different benefits proven from consumption.” He finishes, taking a sip of his coffee as I continue staring at the man.
“What ever would I do without you, Boy Wonder?” I say, seeing Spencer’s face heat up at my remark as he hides behind his mug.
“M-me?” He asks, as if he couldn’t believe it. He shakes his head in disbelief before I could respond, showering me with many more factoids while waiting for our food rather than accept my compliment.
“Alright, here’s your food darlin’. Let me know if there’s anything else I could do for y’all.” The server tells us, shooting us a smile before moving onto another table. Spencer takes his time cutting up his food, dousing his plate in more syrup than pancake. Meanwhile, I dig into my pancakes as if it’s the last thing I will ever eat.
Halfway through my own pancakes, I look up to see Spencer looking directly at me with a look I couldn’t quite distinguish.
“Why are you staring at me?” I ask him, almost seeming to pull him from a trance before responding.
“Oh. Uh, you have chocolate on your face.” He tells me, seeing my face flush at the information. I grab my napkin and quickly wipe my lips making sure not to miss a spot. Little did I know, there wasn’t a single speck on my face.
“Is it gone?” I ask him, hoping not to embarrass myself further.
“Oh, yeah it’s gone.” he smiles, returning his focus onto his own plate.
Going back to eating, I keep sneaking pieces of the bacon off Spencer’s plate, causing him to smile each time.
“Hey Spence. I have a question for you.” I tell him, shoving a piece of bacon in my mouth.
“And what would that be, Y/N?” He asks me, sipping his coffee.
“Why is it every time we come here you order sausage and bacon, if you never touch the bacon?” I ask him, looking at him with a puzzled expression.
“Would you like my honest answer?” He pushes back, as if I would want anything else from him. I nod with a mouth full of pancakes, earning a smile while he responds. “Because I know you’ll always steal the bacon from my plate but will never actually order it yourself.” He smiles at me, returning to his own food leaving me speechless and even more red.
Finishing up our plates, Spencer takes initiative to organize all of the empty dishes so our server has less work. Giggling at his antics, I pull out my phone to check the time, seeing we still have plenty of time before our break is over.
“Are we getting milkshakes?” he asks me, sipping the last of his coffee before adding the mug to his carefully organized dish-pile.
“Of course we’re getting milkshakes, what kind of question is that, Spencer?” I look at him, almost appalled he would assume we weren’t. “We each have a sweet tooth I’ve ever seen matched by anyone else, why would you ever assume I would say no to a milkshake?”
“I wasn’t sure if we had the time, I didn’t want to make us late.” He explains, shaking his head yet again at my child-like antics.
When the server returns, we both order the largest mint-chip shakes they had before returning to our usual banter in waiting. Not long after, the server returned with a single shake.
“I’m so sorry sugar, apparently we only had enough ingredients for one mint-chip. Can I get y’all something else?” The server asks us, feeling bad she couldn’t fulfill our order.
“You take the mint-chip, Spence. I’ll order something else.” I push the shake toward him as he blocks it from getting to him.
“It’s okay, Y/N. I’m not worried about it.” He replies, fighting me over a milkshake.
“Spence-” I begin to argue before he abruptly cuts me off.
“Would you like to share the shake with me, Y/N?” he asks me, looking me directly in the eye. I froze for a moment, taken aback at the offer from the germaphobe in front of me.
“If that’s okay with you, Spence. Then, sure!” I respond, checking if it was okay with him.
“I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t okay, Y/N.” He shoots back, chuckling at me before asking the server for two straws. The man in front of me steals more and more of my heart with every passing moment.
***
Going up the elevator to the BAU was a constant battle between us. Spencer secretly gave the server his card so I wouldn’t even have a chance to fight him on paying.
“You gave me your trail mix, Y/N! That’s the whole reason I asked you to get lunch in the first place! Why would I let you pay when I extended the invitation?” He shoots at me as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Shooting him a look of discontent, we both sit back at our desks, feeling 2 pairs of eyes staring at us from a few desks over.
“Don’t look now, but I think Tweedledee and Tweedledum are staring at us.” I lean over to whisper. Reid tries his best to look up at them, nonchalant as possible. Despite the boy being a genius, he is anything but sly, looking just in time to see Derek and Penelope snap their heads to whatever was on his desk. Giving them a smile, Reid picks up his own file to return to his own tasks for the day. However, the task only lasted so long before the genius needed yet another cup of coffee for the day. Heading off to the kitchen, I quickly grab the phone he left on his desk on his break, trying to plan the perfect image.
Before I could get far, I was abruptly stopped in my tracks. Staring at the homescreen on his phone, I couldn’t understand how I hadn’t noticed this before. Had this been in front of my face the entire time? Staring at the screen, I see myself and Spencer from our weekly movie nights. I had all of our silly photos, yet I had never seen this one. I see myself, puffed out cheeks with my eyes crossed, pulling at my ears to make myself look like a monkey, but my eyes can only look at Spencer. He hadn’t made his silly face. Instead, the man before me is staring directly at me, the sweetest smile across his lips. His little nose scrunch in full effect, his beautiful hazel eyes creased in the corner from his smile. That smile that could melt my heart in two seconds flat. Staring at the screen for what felt like centuries, I refocus on my surroundings when I hear his soft voice behind me.
“Wow, Y/N. Getting a little slow with the changes now, are we?” He laughs, before noticing the look on my face. Stopping dead in his tracks, he looks at me confused more than ever. Not being able to form words, I raise my hand to show him the wallpaper, the perfect image of us. His eyes go wide, his mug almost slipping through his fingers.
“Y/N, I-” He starts.
“Spence… Where did this picture come from?” I ask him, looking back at the screen before me. “I’ve never seen this one before,” I whisper, before Spencer puts his hands over mine, the mug now living on his desk.
“I, uh. I took this one before making a face, I just couldn’t resist.” He whispers, pulling my chin up gently between his two fingers, looking me dead in the eye. “Y/N…” He starts, glancing down before gazing back at me with the same look I saw at the restaurant. “I couldn’t resist because I wanted to keep a physical copy of one of the happiest moments of my life. And I care about you... More than care about you! You make my days so much brighter when you’re around. You’re the only person to ever know me, the real me. And I..” he trails off, working his confidence up to finish his thought. “I love you, Y/N. And that picture was saved, locked away on my phone so I could be reminded how much you mean to me, and how much you care on some of my darkest days. I love you, Y/N. It’s the only thing I have locked away because it’s the moment I knew I was in love with you.” He finishes, breathing out as he waits for me to react. Stunned into silence, I stand there looking at the man, seeing his face turn to panic. “It’s okay if you do-” He starts, stunned when he is cut off by his plush lips being covered by my own. He slides his hand onto my cheek, holding my face as he returns the affection.
Pulling away, I look him dead in the eye, I pull out of his embrace to my own desk, grabbing my phone. Returning to his side, I unlock my phone to show him my own hidden homescreen, a grin spreading on my cheeks from the flood of emotion. From our self-care night, it is quite possibly my favorite image of the man. He was in his robe, bunny headband and mask, but he was trying to block the images from being taken. His hand was raised in an attempt, but I could hear the laughter radiate from the image, the smile making my heart swoon at every glance. Looking between me and the image, Spencer’s jaw drops at my own revelation, before pulling me into a bone-crushing hug. Burying my face in his neck, I murmur my own “I love you.” Before a whistle from the peanut gallery beside us breaks it up.
Shooting a look to Penelope, I see she has the biggest smile plastered on her own face, her rosy cheeks probably stinging from the sheer joy painted on. Morgan sitting beside her lounges back in his own chair, shooting a wink our way.
Returning to our respective seats, I can’t help but steal glances at the man beside me. When he catches me, I can’t help but giggle.
“Hey Spence. How long was I oblivious to your homescreen?” I ask him, curious as to how much of a dumbass I truly was. Seeing his cheeks flush pink, he turns to me with guilt in his eyes,
“Y/N.. as much as I would love to take the credit, I don’t know where the wallpaper came from. I can barely change it back after you mess with it.” He confesses, a shy smile on his face. Laughing at his technophobe ways, it finally registers that he didn’t actually set the wallpaper.
“Wait, then who changed it?” I ask him, before hearing stilettos and boots scurrying down the hall, laughter trailing behind them. Looking back at my boy, those eyes stole all my words away, and that smile… the smile I had seen so many times before but never knew the intention, the smile I fell in love with, I knew he would forever be my always.
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I Hate The Color Orange
SPENCER REID X FEM!READER
Summary: Spencer goes into work sick, and Y/N takes him home to rest.
Category: FLUFF. THE FLUFFIEST FLUFF IMAGINABLE.
Warnings: vomiting, general gross sickness, delirium, some swearing
Word Count: 2094
A/N: this is my first sickfic! i loved writing it so much! this is also my entry into @veraiconcos ‘s writer challenge. her fics are wonderful and you should check her out!
The first thing Spencer noticed when he woke up was how slow his brain was moving. It wasn’t like he couldn’t notice, especially considering how fast his mind usually worked. The second thing he noticed was the chills all over his skin even though he had multiple blankets covering his lanky body.
Despite this, he pulled the covers up and got out of bed. He began to get dizzy as his brain caught up with his body. He pushed through as much as he could. He wouldn’t skip work even if he had a concussion.
As you walked into your place of work you noticed Spencer by the coffee machine. You had been pining after the young agent for quite a while now, and no one knew. Not even the beloved tech goddess Penelope Garcia, who was also your best friend. As you looked the genius upland down you noticed the discoloration in his face. He looked like he was on the verge of becoming a zombie.
You remembered an article you read about gum helping take your mind off of throwing up because your mouth was too preoccupied with another task at hand.. Your mind was wandering to what Spencer’s mouth could do…
“Hey, do you want some gum?” The words you spoke came from your vocal cords and your mind detached them from yourself. The orange package was flipped open and your hand was reaching towards Spencer.
“No, I’m fine, thanks,” he was surprised by your gesture.
“Really? Are you? I read an article about how gum takes the idea of throwing up off of your mind because your mouth is already preoccupied.”
“How did you-”
“The orange might balance out the green tint on your face.” You explained.
“Oh, yeah I probably should take some.” He took a stick from the small box in your hands.
“Take it easy today, okay?” You hoped the concern in your voice wasn’t too obvious.
About an hour or two later you were working at your desk and felt a tap on your shoulder.
“Hey, Y/N?” Spencer was behind you when you turned around, “Do you happen to have more gum?”
“Sorry, Spence, you took the last stick.”
“Oh, that’s okay. Yeah. Yeah that’s fine.” It was not fine.
Spencer walked over to the coffee machine. His hands trembled and his eyes looked more panicked than normal as he picked up the pot of coffee. He tried pouring it and spilled it onto the counter. He put the coffee pot down and rubbed his hands over his eyes. If you were close enough, his breathing would be deep and you would see his eyes closed. He slammed his hand on the counter and ran towards the bathroom, earning a head turn from everyone in the bullpen.
“You should go check on him,” Prentiss was looking at Morgan.
“Uh uh, I do not wanna deal with a sick Reid. It’s not like he would accept care from me.” He retorted.
Before the other agents around you knew it, you were out of your seat and halfway to the gender neutral bathroom Spencer ran to.
“Spencer?” Instead of an answer you were greeted with a retching sound, “I’m coming in.”
You found Spencer hugging the porcelain toilet, which was now filled with an orange tinted vomit.
“Spencer, did you swallow the gum?”
He nodded.
“Do you need to go home?”
He moaned and nodded in response before throwing up again.
“Not yet, I guess. Are you gonna need anything to eat considering its all coming out? I can get something from Garcia’s office.”
He shook his head.
“I’ll go pack up your stuff and let Hotch know I’m taking you home.”
Normally he would begin protesting at this, but his body was shaking against the toilet and he could feel bile coming up his throat.
You walked out and told Anderson to make sure no one went into the bathroom before heading to Spencer’s desk. You picked up all the files that were laid out and evenly separated them between Emily and Morgan.
“Hey!” They exclaimed in unison.
“Sorry, guys. Spencer is sick as shit. I’m taking him home.”
“That damn pretty boy. Tell him I hope he feels better,” Morgan said, somberly taking a case file.
You hopped up the stairs two at a time going towards Hotch’s office and popped your head in.
“Hey! Spencer isn’t feeling too hot, so I’m taking him home. See you tomorrow.”
He was on the phone but he waved goodbye and mouthed to take care of him.
Next stop was Garcia’s office.
“Hey, Pen,” you said, walking in.
“Oh my god, you scared me! Anyways, what's going on?” She turned around from what looked like a horror gameplay livestream.
“Spence is sick. Like really fucked up. Do you have any ginger ale in your stash?”
She turned back to her desk and dug into her secret drawer compartment.
“Spencer should really stop working himself over. I mean, I get that all he wants is validation and praise, but c’mon, boy wonder! Your brain isn’t all that you are, you still have a human body! Gosh, he’s so pretty, but honestly- What’s that look in your eyes?” She cut off herself as she stood up from her chair.
“What? What’s what look in my eyes?”
“Oh my god, you LIKE him! Oh my god, oh my god. Give him all of the kisses in the world for me and remember to use protection-”
“Penelope Garcia!”
You tried to retaliate but she was already pushing you out of your office and telling you to “get your mans!”
You walked back to the bathroom with Spencer’s bag on one arm and yours on the other. You thanked Anderson for guarding the door and opened the door.
“Spencer I got your things, and Garcia had some ginger ale in her office if that- Spencer?”
He was passed out on the ground, clutching his stomach.
“I knew something was wrong when i stopped hearing him throw up!”
“No, Anderson, it’s not your fault. He’s probably fine, just sick. Could you help me carry him to my car? I think he took the metro today.” It would be pretty hard to carry the gangly man when you were already carrying two bags.
The journey to your car was a hassle, but that was fine. After you turned on the air conditioning Spencer woke up fairly quickly. He was confused as to why he was in your car, and you told him you were taking him home. He was too sick to be awake and too tired to care, so he fell back asleep shortly after that.
When you pulled up to his apartment he was still asleep so you gently shook him awake.
“We’re home, Spence. You need to wake up.”
“Our home?” He mumbled.
“No, silly. Your apartment.” You said, chalking it up to his sick delirium. Spencer doesn’t like you like that. Right?
He stumbled out of your car and into your arms. You held him up with your hand against his back as you walked up the stairs of his building. He leaned against a wall as you dug into his bag for the keys to his apartment.
He fell onto the couch immediately and buried his face in the pillows.
“It’s too hot! Everything is uncomfortable!” he grumbled as he started loosening his tie. He took off his button-up dress shirt to reveal a regular t-shirt he wore as an undershirt. Before he took off his pants you stopped him.
“Hey, hey, hey! Keep those on!” you said as you sat on the arm of his couch. “Drink this.” You gave him the ginger ale Penelope gave you, remembering the conversation before you left the office building.
He reluctantly turned over onto his back and took the can you left on the table.
“Thanks for the straw,” His lips puckered around the plastic tube. It made you think.
“No problem.” You pat his calf, hoping he wouldn’t pull away. He didn’t. “Is it too hot for me to lay next to you?”
“Nope,” He continued drinking the bubbly soda, pressing against the back of the sofa.
You laid in front of him but towards his face.
“Is it your tummy that’s bothering you?” You asked.
“It’s everything. I’ve had a headache all day and I keep getting flashes of hot and cold. I think that’s the first full sentence I’ve been able to get out all day,” He laughed
You reached your hand down to his stomach and pressed down.
“Is this okay?”
“It’s perfect.”
You continued to rub his stomach through his shirt. Every once in a while he let out a satisfied whimper. He asked you to put your hands under his shirt and you complied. You tried to keep the blush off of your cheeks when he asked you, but some things you just can’t help.
Spencer was asleep by the time you had realized how long you two had been sitting there. You left work at around noon and now it was four. You started to pull away from him and got up from the couch. He pulled in closer to where you were previously laying as you called Penelope.
“Hey Y/N! Since it’s been a pretty long day at work and there’s no case me and the girls are going out tonight. Wanna join?” Garcia spoke as soon as she answered your call.
“Uh, I’m not sure I'll be able to,” you whispered.
“OH MY GOD ARE YOU AT HIS APARTMENT STILL?!” Penelope yelled through the phone.
“Shh! He’s asleep on the couch.” Spencer mumbled something.
“I think you just woke him up. Gotta go.” You hung up. “Did you say something?” You moved over to the couch and rested your head in front of where his laid.
“If I asked you to stay, would you?” His eyes were still closed as he spoke.
You didn’t respond for a while and he opened his eyes, trying to gauge your reaction.
“Yes, of course, Spencer. I just canceled with the girls.” You said. There’s no way Spencer felt the way that you had for so long.
“No, no! Its not like that! I- I- Y/N!” he groaned in frustration.
“Then what is it, Spencer?” you moved his hair away from his eyes, thinking it might help him get the words out.
Instead of words Spencer leaned forward and took your face in his hands, kissing you roughly. It took you by surprise at first but after a couple seconds you leaned into it. His lips were soft and his mouth tasted like a sweet nothing. He reluctantly pulled away from you and his eyes looked watery like he was gonna cry.
“Hey. hey, hey, Spencer. It’s okay.” you ran your hands through his soft curls, “I like you too.”
“I like you so much. I just wanna cuddle with you forever.” A single tear streamed down his face.
“Oh my god, don’t cry!” you laughed out, “I’ll cuddle with you if you really want.” You climbed back onto the couch and pressed kisses onto his forehead.
You fell asleep in one another’s arms, feeling content with the world. You were no longer hiding from your feelings and instead facing each other. Everything was finally okay. You were the only two people in the world at that exact moment, and you would be until you woke up in the morning.
Spencer woke up first. His hands were on your waist and he remembered the dizzy words he spoke to you the near-evening. His mind swam as he tried to remember your response, but he was so sick he just couldn’t. But Spencer didn’t forget, did he?
There wasn’t much Spencer could do without waking you, so he tried his best to do so gently.
“Hey, Y/N. It’s morning.” He whispered.
You woke up and jolted your eyes open. You thought of the night before and instantly calmed down. You looked into Spencer’s deep, honey-colored eyes and kissed his still soft lips. He leaned into you and kissed back.
“So I guess last night went well.” He said as he pulled back, the kiss remembering him of the memories you created in his arms.
“Very. Are you still feeling sick? I can run to the store before we get to work if you need gum.”
“No, I’m okay,” he kissed your nose, “I hate the color orange, and that's all the drugstore has in stock.”
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ANOTHER LUKE REQUEST YES Luke x reader, y/n has always been feeling insecure about herself, mostly the way her body looks. She compares herself too much to the others; Luke notices it, and when they get home or/ are in a room of the office, he talks to her about it and begins telling her how beautiful she is, and aft they kiss, extrA fluff
Beautiful
Luke Alvez X Reader
Warnings: Fem!reader, insecurity, negative thoughts about body image, mentions of being shot, cm level of violence, mentions of alcohol and being drunk, cursing, arguing (kinda?) and crying.
Category: Angst/Fluff
Word Count: 2.7k
Author’s Note: thank you to @luke-alvez for her help :) side note, I love JJ, she was just the first person that came to head for this fic. Also, just before you go any further, you’re all beautiful <3
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Flipping through the photo album, you couldn't help but feel a bit uncertain of yourself. It was an album of your relationship with Luke, there were pictures from your first date, when he asked you to be his girlfriend, a picture from each date, and a few pictures of you, him and the team.
You got off the bed, shutting the album and returning it to its rightful place on the shelf. You stood in front of the mirror with your shirt lifted to your chest. The women you worked with were beautiful, there was no denying that and you looked nothing like them.
There was a scar on the side of your stomach from when you got shot, a few bumps and bruises that never healed right, you had normal stomach with some love handles and it never seemed to bother you until recently. You had always viewed yourself as “average” nothing above nor nothing under.
You stood there, your fingers tracing over the scar. You hadn’t noticed that Luke got home until he walked into the room.
“What are you doing baby?” he asked as he walked over, his arms wrapping around your waist as his chin rested on your shoulder. You smiled at him in the mirror, “nothing love” He noticed your hand on your scar, his fingers tracing over it.
“I like this” he mumbled into the side of your neck.
“Why?”
“Reminds me of how strong you are” he pressed a kiss into your neck.
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You sat in the conference room with Matt when you heard Luke’s laugh. You looked over your shoulder and the smile dropped from your face when he walked in walking with JJ. He flashed you a smile and kept talking with JJ.
What does she have that you don’t? She’s skinny and blonde and more skilled than you. Maybe, she’s his type, clearly she makes him laugh and she’s-
“Y/n ? Hello? Y/n?” Matt waved his hands in front of your face, you blinked. “Yeah, what's up Matt ?” his brows furrowed, you can see his brain turning in his pretty head. You shook your head, “I just zoned out. What's up?” He turned back to the board and pointed to the map, he began explaining where the connection between the locations the unsub had been.
You couldn’t help but wander back to the thought of what she had and what you didn't. You brushed it off and turned your attention back to Matt. Emily came in with Spencer, they had Penelope on the phone. You took a look around the table, Matt was off by the board, Spencer and Emily stood beside each other while Tara flipped through the crime scene photos with Rossi and Luke stood behind JJ’s chair with his arms resting on the back of her chair.
You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. The slight jealous feeling subsided, but the insecurity rolled in. The recurring thought of “what does she have and I don’t” came back. Turns out Penelope’s lead was a bust so Emily sent everyone back to the hotel so you could all get some rest.
You got a ride with Matt, Luke waited for Spencer and JJ. You and Matt walked into the hotel together. He called for you as you got to your door,
“Hey, are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah, I'm good Matt”
“I'm down the hall if you want to talk, okay ?”
“Thanks” you smiled at him and walked into your room. You fell face first into the mattress, groaning. You laid there for a few minutes before the room to your room unlocked, the laughter of JJ and Luke filled your ears once again.
“Hey baby” Luke smiled at you when he shut the door.
“What took so long?” you rolled over to look at him.
He sat on the chair at the little table, “we stopped for something to eat. I figured you and Matt stopped so I didn’t bring anything.” you nodded, you didn't stop for food nor were you hungry but he still could have brought something.
He moved over to the bed and sat beside you. His hand ran up and down your leg. “You okay? you were a little quiet today” he looks over at you, you get up off the bed and walk towards the bathroom. His hand grabs yours,
“Why are you so cold?”
“Because I'm cold. I’m going to take a shower”
“Maybe I could join you ?” he stands up, following you to the bathroom.
“No thanks” shutting the door and turning the lock.
With your back against the door, you slid down to the floor. Your knees curled up to your chest and a feeling of heaviness set in. You wanted to talk to Luke but at the same time, it seemed stupid to be jealous of him and JJ. She was married after all, wasn’t she?
The tears fell down your face, you tried to steady your breathing. On the other side of the door, sat Luke with his back against the door and his head in his hands.
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A thud and a string of curse words is what you woke up too. Luke was hunched over, his face twisted into a painful expression.
“Are you okay ?”
“Yeah I stubbed my toe”
“Oh”
Rolling out of bed, you headed to the bathroom to get ready. During your time in the bathroom, the door to your room opened and then shut. You stuck your head out of the bathroom to find an empty room, Luke had left without you. After you got dressed, you left the room in search of Luke. Matt was stepping out of his room as you walked down the hallway.
“L/n! need a ride ?”
“Uh, I'm not sure. Have you seen Luke ?”
“He left with JJ a while ago, he stopped in here to get Spencer. I told them to go ahead without me”
“Huh, I guess I do need a ride then”
When you arrived at the station, you saw Luke and JJ stepping outside. “Hey” JJ smiled at you and Matt. “Where are you guys headed?” Matt asked them, “Garcia has an address so we decided to check it out” Matt stood and talked with them for a minute, you headed inside not wanting to hear them talk about whatever it was they were talking about.
“Morning y/n” Spencer smiled at you on your way in. “Hey Spence” you took a seat at the table, “where are we at with the motive ?” you took a sip of coffee from a cup that had Luke’s name on it.
“Well, it seems to be a white male in his 20s. Unhealthy obsession with women, mostly coddled by his mother and hatred for men, probably abusive father or a boyfriend for his mother’s.” Spencer spoke while he looked over the photos pinned to the board.
“He’s angry with his mother. Probably for not standing up for him, you can tell by the overkill but he also took his time afterwards, he has remorse” you spoke as you flipped through the autopsy report.
“I thought so too. He cleaned her wounds, got rid of the blood and changed her clothes before wrapping her in a sheet and leaving her on the bed. The men are shot in the head and tossed aside”
“Yeah. Oh, where did Penelope send Luke and JJ?” you asked Spencer
“The unsub’s mother's house. He’s speeding up, Tara think she’s going to be his next target”
You and Spencer worked in silence, taking a few calls from Penelope and arranging for the patrol officers to reach the house for backup. You and Spencer were cleared to fly but not for active duty since you both got caught in a house explosion during the last case. You both needed to take it easy and not overexert yourselves.
Soon enough, everyone started to arrive back at the station and of course, Luke and JJ are right beside each other. Emily informed you and Spencer that the unsub had shot himself. It was quiet in the conference room, the rustling of papers was the only sound. Emily suggested that everyone head back to the hotel and get some rest, and that she'll see you all for dinner.
Luke headed back with Spencer, Emily, JJ and Tara, leaving you and Matt at the station. Matt was on the phone with Kristy and you were putting the last of the papers in the boxes.
“I should be home tomorrow” Matt tells her
“Mhm sounds good, I love you” Kristy says over the phone
“I love you too” and the line goes silent.
“That’s sweet” you smile at him, he chuckles. “So are you and Luke” you raise your eyebrows and give him a tight lipped smile, “yeah, me and Luke”
“Let me drive, you drove yesterday and this morning” you waited for him to give you the keys
“Promise not to kill me?” he chuckled before throwing the keys to you
“Haha, very funny Simmons, get in the car”
The drive back was the most normal you’ve felt this whole case. You and Matt talked, he was telling you about the kids and what he was thinking of getting Kristy for her birthday. You enjoyed Matt’s company, he was like a brother to you, he always had your back. The two of you got back in time for dinner, meeting everyone in the lobby.
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“I think I'm gonna head back now” you smiled at them.
“You’re sure you don’t want to join us for drinks ?” Tara asked you, her hand on your shoulder, you nodded.
Heading towards the hotel, you felt a hand grab your arm. Luke was behind you.
“You okay?”
“Just tired” you lied to him.
He let you go, no questions asked. You watched him jog back to the group before heading into the hotel.
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12:36am, the clock read as Luke tumbled into the room.
“Luke ?” you sat up, Luke stumbled towards you. “Are you drunk?” you shouldn’t have even asked, you could smell the alcohol on him.
“What’s your problem ?” he mumbled as he fell onto the bed.
You stood up, “What do you mean?”
“You’ve been grumpy this whole case. You barely talked to me the whole time we’ve been here. You locked me out of the bathroom. You didn’t cuddle me last night” he pouted as he sat up.
“Luke you’re drunk. Go to bed” you weren't in the mood to discuss why you’ve been upset with Luke, especially with a drunk Luke.
“Y/n, c’mon. What’s wrong ? and I’m not drunk, I'm tipsy” he rubbed his eyes, looking up at you.
“We’ll talk when we get home” you muttered as you tried to get him back into bed
“No. I want to talk now” he stood up.
The tension in the room was heavy, it was very clear that something was wrong but neither of you said anything. His hand reached up to cradle your face but you pulled away. “Why won’t you let me touch you?” his eyebrows furrowed and head slightly bent to the right.
“Why don’t you go touch JJ instead?” you uttered, looking away from him. You hadn’t meant to say it but it slipped out of your mouth.
“Is that why you’ve been upset ? You’re jealous of JJ ?” his finger pulled your chin towards him, forcing you to look at him. Once again, you pulled away.
“Did I say I was jealous ?”
He shook his head.
“Then don’t assume that I am”
“y/n, wait I'm-” he started, you scoffed. “Save it. I don’t care” you picked up your bag and walked out of the room. It was nearly 1am and you had just stormed out of your room. Maybe not the smartest idea but it is what it is.
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The entire flight back, you didn’t speak to Luke. You sat beside Tara, your head leaning on her shoulder, in and out of sleep. You took a ride with her back to the apartment, still avoiding Luke.
She pulled up in front of the building. “Hey,” she rested her hand on yours before you got out.
“I don't know what’s going on between you and Luke, but if you need to talk or have a drink or just get out of the apartment, I’m just a phone call away. Okay?”
You smiled at her and nodded, “Thanks, thanks for the ride too. Text me so I know you got home” you hopped out of the car and walked up to the apartment.
The moment the door opened, you were overwhelmed with tears. Your back hit the wall as you slid down to the floor. The memories of the last week started flooding even no matter how much you tried to push them away.
He spent every minute with her, thought you were jealous of her. Maybe you are, maybe she’s what he wants and he just settled for you because he couldn't have her. Maybe you aren’t enough.
Luke crouched down in front of you and placed his hands on your cheeks. You hadn't heard the door unlock or Luke come in.
“Baby, talk to me. What’s going on ? Are you okay ? You hurt?” his eyes moved up and down your body, his brows furrowed. He tried to figure out what was happening.
“Am I not enough ?” you managed to say between tears and sniffles, his eyes never left your face. You continued to speak,
“Is she what you want ? but you can’t have her so you’re with me? It’s okay if I'm your second choice, I understand. I’m not skinny or blonde or pretty or whatever it is you see in Jen-” he put his finger on your lips.
“Stop that, now. You’re my first choice, you always have been and you always will be. There’s no one in the world that I rather be with, you understand me? JJ and I are just friends, nothing more. I'm sorry if I made you feel like I was interested in her because I promise you, I'm not.” his hand rested on yours, you didn't say anything to him.
“Come on” He stood up, his hand stretched out, waiting for you. You took his hand, walking with him as he led you to the bedroom. He walked you over to the mirror, he was standing behind you. His fingers fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, “can I ?” you nodded as he unbuttoned your shirt.
“Can I show you how I see you?”
Giving him a hum, he took the hair tie out of your hair and ran his fingers through your hair. His fingers trailed down your arms and to your side, making their way to rest on your stomach. Luke planted small kisses along your shoulder, your eyes meeting his in the mirror.
“This is how I see you. You’re beautiful and so is everything that comes with you. I don’t need you to be blonde or skinny or whatever else is out there. I need you to be you.”
You turned around to face him, his hands now on your waist. “Do you really mean that ?” you say quietly.
“Of course I do, now will you let me show you how beautiful you are ?”
Luke pulled you closer to him, kissing you softly. There was no rush or not a thing in the world that could take him from you right now.
The only thing that matter to him was you, his beautiful girl.
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i love your analysis so much! i have a question as well, like, how do you envision polin's sex scenes ? thanks for your answer (:
Hey! Thank you very much :)) I have no idea if they are that even good but I’m happy you like them. It’s just my brain tending to produce some iNsIGhiTfUL analyses though they usually end up drowned under a huge wave of stupidity and horrid spelling/grammatical mistakes XD. So, about Penelope and Colin’ sex scenes, I guess we’re getting spicy in this house 🌶. I mean, I don’t blame you. Who’s not hot for Polin ?! The steamy Polin hours have already begun and they’re legit challenging my patience. (Be still my Polin heart, be still).
Okay, without further ado, let’s talk about sex baby, shall we ? It’s a pretty long answer/meta so bear with me.
I don’t know if you’ve read Romancing Mister Bridgerton, but a quick reminder (for those who haven’t... yet), there are a bunch of iconic steamy scenes that I’m dying to watch on screen. First we have the famous “thank you” scene where Penelope, now a 28 year-old spinster, asks Colin to kiss her because she doesn’t want to die without having been kissed... then ends up thanking him— which happens to be humiliating for our 33 year-old boy because he thinks that she thinks he did it out of pity while he absolutely did not. The man definitely felt butterflies in his stomach... and in other places as well lol. We also have the ICONIC carriage scene where Colin gives Pen’s generous bosoms™ the attention they deserve. This is followed by his proposal. Later on, after the announcement of their engagement, there’s a pretty hot make-out scene on Lady Violet’s sofa. Finally, we have their first time in Colin’s bedroom, after sneaking out of their own engagement party... which leads Colin to push the wedding date forward. At this point, I just love their horniness, especially Colin’s who’s just so freaking amazed by Penelope for more than 300 pages straight (duh! who isn’t ???).
When you say envision, I suppose you mainly refer to the way those scenes will be filmed right ? I’m afraid I don’t have an advanced knowledge in film-making but let me start by telling you what elements need to be depicted. I would love Shonda and Chris to capture the real essence of our boos’ feelings : the yearning, the love, the respect and the guilt (specifically on Colin’s side) in their eyes. The more we move forward throughout the seasons, the more we see different layers of the perceptions of they have of each other, going from a childish idealization/immature ignorance to a sudden realization. A mature one. Penelope goes beyond the facade of the charming devil-may-care guy to meet the seriousness and temper of her significant other. Meanwhile Colin discovers how confident, powerful and attractive this woman is and always has been. It echoes what I’ve written about the importance of the gaze in Polin’s love story in this meta. By the time season 4 hits, man... their heart eyes and eye-fucking will jump OUT XD, all fibers of their beings, burning with need. The fact that this evolution took literally years is very emotionally painful, which is why I find it important to keep the slowness aspect of their relationship before and during their love making. I’m really looking forward a slow build-up toward their intimacy. It would differ from Daphne and Simon who merely shared one hell of a kiss in Lady Trowbridge’s garden then shared their sexy times after they married or Anthony and Siena’s rough sex... In fact, there’s a certain (sweet) ardent tenderness in Polin I like due to the fact that they’re slowly (re)discovering each other, as adults. Since they were both introduced in season 1, the audience will have all the time in the world to notice numerous evidences of the many natures of love they have for one another : from an affectionate and friendly love to a more carnal and enduring one.
Okay so, in terms of filming, with Netflix’s Bridgerton being a show which promotes the female gaze, it wouldn’t be that much of a surprise watching those sex scenes being shot from Penelope’s perspective, like it was the case with Daphne in the first installment of the series. Most of the time, sex scenes in Historical Romance are not gratuitous. Their presence serve an important purpose in a hero/heroine’s journey. In Penelope’s case, they’re here to help her learn to embrace and love herself. In other words, sexuality is synonym of freedom. I don’t know if they’ll show a lot of skin, but I won’t be complaining considering the fact that we’ll have the chance to get a chief kiss treat on screen : a plus size woman in a major successful Netflix period drama getting a love story as romantic and steamy as other more “fit” female characters. No, your weight doesn’t prevent you from being desirable at all. As far as I’m concerned, I haven’t watched a plus-size female character portrayed as an attractive protagonist in a period drama (please if you have, let me know, I can be wrong). Having a beautiful half bare curvy body like Nicola’s being equally filmed like numerous slim actresses will be so inspiring and powerful to watch, especially for (young) women who struggle, like Penelope, to love their body shape which, to them, doesn’t “fit” the “beauty standards”. By showing her female gaze and portraying her as seductive, Pen’s “supposed” imperfections transform themselves into mighty assets, loved and worshipped by our dashing Mister Bridgerton. That’s body positivity at its finest darling ;).
It will be deliciously erotic watching the undressing process being exquisitely slow, garment by garment, while their gaze are all heated and hungry. Their sex/make-out scenes should be tender and passionate, sweet and raw. The lightning, colored by a dark blood orange yellow or a blue depending the locations^^. Moreover, the depiction of the exploration of Penelope’s desire can translate itself thanks to multiple close ups. For instance, I can imagine a few ones on Pen’s fingers gently roaming over the smooth skin of Colin’s firm chest and back/touching his hair right after he removed his shirt. And a disheveled Colin letting his hands and lips making a journey of their own, mapping, conquering the alluring unknown territory that is her gorgeous voluptuous body... kissing her on the places he knows oh too well will give her pleasure (is this me wanting him to go down on her?— um yeah I sure hope it IS! If he doesn’t, trust me imma riot... AGAIN). Even a close up on her face while Colin is performing his addictively pleasing torment will be a marvelous proof of the female gaze. By the way, why not even adding a post-coital scene after their first time ? I can picture Penelope waking up first and contemplate her handsome soon-to-be husband. She’d bring her hand to his face and let it travel all around his forehead, his cheeks, his lips, his neck and let it rest on his heart— making sure that what she’s just experience was real... obviously, Colin will wake up in the process and he’ll take this as his cue to go for another round of sexy times under the sheets.
Showing Pen reaction is essential according to me because she was stuck with the idea that she would never experience the luxury of being loved, giving pleasure nor receiving it... she ended up being happily wrong. Throughout her multiple intimate encounters with Colin, I want her to progressively realizes that she can be an active partner. In the carriage, she knew she had an effect on him, but it’s not until their first time that she actually realizes it. Hence the reason why I WANT the mirror’s introduction in one of their sex scenes. Here’s as a little reminder an excerpt from chapter 18 :
“I want to see you sitting up," he groaned, "so I can see them full and lovely and large [about Pen’s breasts]. And then I want to crawl behind you and cup you." His lips found her ear and his voice dropped to a whisper. "And I want to do it in front of a mirror."
“Now?” she squeaked.
He seemed to consider that for a moment, then shook his head. "Later," he said, and then repeated it in a rather resolute tone. "Later.”
It would be such a shame if the show doesn’t use the incredible potential of this object (/kink). I mean, the symbolism is pretty clear. Penelope has always fled her “ugly” reflection but it seems like Colin wants to show the real her, the beauty that holds every single inch her alabaster skin and the effects they have on him. Thus, I would love to watch a scene where Colin just praises the alluring goddess and siren that is Penelope Featherington. Just imagine! Just IMAGINE the power of this scene : a shirtless Colin sitting behind her on a bed, meeting her gaze in the mirror, his lips touching her right ear, biting and licking the lobe sometimes, whispering all kinda of dirty yet poetic words to her while letting his hands caress her thighs, her hips, her arms, her lovely bosoms™... oof. At the same time, a wonderful and harmonic instrumental music will play in the background and match the melodic partition of shudders, breathes and moans let out by our lovers. I can imagine Luke inspiring himself from his performance in the 2019 short film, Youth In Bed. The way he conveyed the awe and the yearning on his face, in his eyes with his mouth slightly open when he knelt before his partner Shun Yin was just captivating and— and so Colin! I cannot help but bring myself to picture Ethan, the character he played in YIB, in a Polin steamy scene. I cannot unsee this anymore jsksk. I mean, all this gifset radiates this book4chapter18!Colin, you cannot tell me otherwise!
Also, I would love Shonda and Chris to keep Pen and Colin’s cute/emotional pillow talk. One thing I really love in JQ’s books is the concern she gives to her male protagonists about potentially hurting their partner during the act of penetration. Colin is a rake, and what his experience with women taught him is that he needs to be very gentle with the love of his life. It was so adorable seeing him not wanting to harm her and asking her to tell him if he does anything she doesn’t like 🥺. Plus, before actually doing it, Colin and Penelope shared a few kisses and just laid down side by side, confessing their love. Though our boy kept feeling guilty about not returning her love after all these years. He desires nothing but to make up for the lost time and show his love and desire during this special intimate moment. I hope they’ll keep all of chapter 18’s dialogue. It’s just so telling of our boos’ feelings, you see.
All in all, I can’t wait to watch those Polin steamy scenes. As much as I may sound crazy, I want them after two other seasons of pure pining and yearning in order to have a very good payoff. I’m not an expert on depicting intimacy on screen, but I loved so far what Lizzy Talbot, the intimacy coordinator who worked on the show, have done in season 1. Sex scenes in Bridgerton seem very real and dive you in the intimacy of the moment, leaving you all flustered and hot. So probs to her! I have faith in her work and have no doubts about what her and the directors will serve us in future seasons. Though, in the end, I think it’s mostly up to the actors, Nicola and Luke, to see if they’re comfortable filming sex scenes.
If you guys have any suggestions or wishes for those steamy polin scenes, please do share them :) by commenting on this post or by sending me asks! I’d love reading your thoughts/take on this very important matter ;))
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that’s when i could finally breathe
Me: oh yeah, I am definitely going on a fanfic writing break. Also me: this.
As always, I have no idea what I’ve done. I really was taking a break, but then I was listening to Clean and... this happened. All of my pieces have been weirdly cathartic, and I think this one was just like: HAHA PROJECTION!!
I also did not proofread this, and wrote it in one day, so... do with that what you will :)
Also, do not comment on my inability to come up with decent titles. I know. I know this is a terrible title, but I HAD NO BETTER IDEAS OKAY!!!
Word Count: 2289
Trigger Warnings: child abuse, funerals, death, past suicidal thoughts, grief, self-destructive behaviour (Hotch does not pull his hair out, but he does have thoughts about doing so)
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He has always found a sense of peace in the rain.
Where other people would run to try and find shelter, Aaron has always loved to just stand and let it soak through his clothes to his skin, chilling his bones and body. Haley had found it endearing as a teenager.
As an adult, it had concerned her.
He could tell her it was nothing till he was blue in the face, but there was a sense of panic that came with looking out the window to see the clouds weeping, combined with her husband’s lack of presence in their apartment.
More than once, he would come home, shivering and teeth chattering, but smiling. She would force him to change, to wrap himself in a blanket, but he would usually be too dazed to do so without her assistance. He caught a cold more than once.
Jack has inherited his love for the rain. His love, like everything else about him, is childish and innocent though. A love for jumping in puddles and splashing his parents. A fascination with the different types of weather, and a love for the yellow coat that has a duck on the hood that was a gift from Penelope.
Aaron’s love for the rain can be described in one word. The same word Haley has always used to describe the way he loves everything. His love for the rain is complex. It is born from the best and worst moments of his life.
His love for the rain comes from the little boy that wore his heart on his sleeve. Who wanted nothing more than to turn the terrible things that happened into a story, and who just wanted to use his brain to find a reason for all the bad things that seemed to keep happening.
It rained the day of his father’s funeral. His mother and Sean shared an umbrella. Haley tried to get him to stand under hers, but he refused, choosing to stand in it, letting it numb the fire in his stomach. He didn’t shed any tears at the funeral. He had already mourned the death of his father. He had mourned when he was eleven, and learnt that his father did not love him. Not in the way he was meant to. Not in a way that was right.
The rain made it look like he was crying. It soaked his hair and dripped onto the collar of his coat, and when his uncle drove him and the last people that knew the truth about Mr Hotchner, his mother seemed to realise what he had been doing. She chastised him, but it was weak and with no real threat.
Aaron would confess to Haley, months later, that the rain had made him feel like he was being listened to. Like the God he had stopped believing in believed his father was a bad man, and the rain had been to disrupt the final event where anyone would truly care for him. The rain made him feel like there was a happy ending at the end of the tunnel waiting for him.
It made him feel like he could breathe again.
When Haley kissed him for the first time, it was raining. They had been running home from their date, not expecting the summer night to turn out like that, and he had paused because of the stitch in his side.
She had turned around, laughing hysterically because of course this had happened. Of course their first date, which she had spent hours preparing for, Jessica styling her hair and convincing her the dress she had picked was perfect, ended in rain. With her hair coming loose from the pins she had slid into it. With Aaron’s shirt plastered to his skin. If she had stepped close enough, she could almost see the scars on his back.
She wouldn’t ask though. Not today.
He looked at her, slightly apologetic, and she was once again struck by just how pretty he was. His eyelashes were longer than she had first realised, and the rain seemed to drip off of them in a way she had only ever seen in the movies.
His hair was an untamed mess. Her heart had dropped a little when he rang her doorbell, because she liked the chaos of his usual style, and seeing it without a hair out of place made her feel like he was trying to be a different person. The rain had ruined it all though, and it now fell onto his forehead and stuck to his face in a way she loved.
To everyone else in their little town, he likely looked like the villain. Like the demon creeping in through the window to steal the beautiful princess away to their terrible castle. But Haley is not everyone else. And to her, Aaron looks like the dashing prince, ready to save the heroine from the terrible prejudice of her home.
So when he opened his mouth, probably to ask her if everything was okay, she took a step forward, placed her hands on his cheeks and kissed him. It was messy and wet and awkward, but it was their first. And it was special.
Her cheeks were flushed when she pulled away. Aaron just stared at her for a few moments, something like panic written all over his face. But then that panic gave way to something else, and Haley felt like she was watching someone realise they were in love.
It was more beautiful than she could’ve ever imagined.
He smiled at her, still bashful after the events of the evening, and held his arm out to her. She took it, allowing him to walk her all the way to her front door, where he placed a single kiss to her cheek.
He laughed, once he was out of her line of sight. He laughed, and he ran through the puddles, splashing the water everywhere, and he let out loud cheers because the night was silent and only the stars were there to keep him company.
Haley Brooks liked him. No. She loved him.
It made him feel like he could live again.
The moment he felt clean, like the blood had been washed from his hands, like he could breathe again, like he could exist and not feel like there had been some massive mistake, it was raining. Haley had been dead for six months, and it had been six brutal months of cases, of processing his grief, of shutting down in front of the team.
Of teaching Jack that being sad was part of life, and that being happy did not mean he was forgetting Mom, or a terrible person. Of wishing there was someone to hold his hand, just for a moment.
Of flashing Jessica little smiles, because he had lost the first woman to love him the way love was supposed to be, but Jessica had lost her baby sister, and nothing was ever going to bring her back to life. Not his own self-destruction. Not his guilt. Not his pain. Not the way he threw himself into cases that caused the ink to blur before his eyes.
Not the way he was trying so hard to teach his son exactly what love was so he would grow up unafraid to jump in head first, and would always believe in its existence.
Jessica asked if Jack could stay with her for a few days. She had a break in between one project finishing and the next starting, and she was going to use it to look at some of the things Haley had left at her house. Aaron was yet to deal with the things in the house and in storage. He just couldn’t do it.
But Jessica wanted to start, and she wanted Jack to see some of the things. He spoke to Jack, and Jack’s therapist, about the trip, and when both people signed off on it, he packed his son a bag and dropped his son off at his aunt’s for the weekend.
The quietness of the apartment had a greater impact on him than he thought it would’ve. He had gotten used to the sound of Jack racing around. Of Jessica washing dishes. Of their quiet existences that left a mark on every inch on every wall of the convenient location that had somehow evolved into a home- something he thought he’d lost forever when Anderson handed him the divorce papers.
He couldn’t handle the silence. It was suffocating. It reminded him of his childhood house, and of walking on eggshells. It reminded him of the thirty-four days he felt in silence, recovering from stab wounds he wished had killed him, and mourning the loss of his family.
So he drives. And he drives. And he drives.
And he somehow finds himself at Gideon’s cabin. He’d only been there twice since he left the team. Once to pick Reid up once he had the strength to phone and say that he’d found a letter, but he didn’t know what he was meant to do, but Gideon was gone and he didn’t know why everyone always left. Once to pick Rossi up, after the case with the three children that ended with no real sort of justice.
Gideon left him a key. It was in the drawer of his desk, with no explanation. No letter. No apology. Hotch had taken it, and attached it to the keyring that held his house keys. He’d never used it though.
Not before now.
Because that day, when he goes to Gideon’s cabin, he lets himself in. He walks through the different rooms, smiling at the small traces of his former mentor that still remain there, and the pieces of the other team members that have somehow found themselves a home in the various areas.
He exits out the back door.
Haley had taken him here once. After she found out she was pregnant, he was meant to step down and take a transfer. They’d had it all planned out. Then he’d gotten a phone call saying there was a case, and that case had been Adrian Bale so before he knew what was going on, he was pushed into the role of Unit Chief and trying to rebuild a team that was never meant to have been his.
She had taken him here to remind him of all the reasons he couldn’t leave. Of all the lives he would feel responsible for if he acted selfishly. And he had looked at her, with such love in his eyes, and agreed with her. It had been a quiet trip. A peaceful trip. A warm visit. They had been together, still the teenagers that linked hands during the final bows of their performance.
Haley was dead, and he was left to patch up his own pieces. The visit had been tense and silent, but the uncomfortable type, and even as he walked through the cabin, he wondered why exactly he had bothered coming here. He didn’t know what he was trying to achieve, or what he thought this was going to do. He just knew it was something he needed to do.
When he stepped back out into the woods that surrounded the cabin, the rain started.
He had never believed in signs, not truly, but this one was too big to be anything but that. It was pouring. Enough to cause the branches to sag with the weight of water. Enough to create proper puddles that could be jumped in. Enough to remind him of the first time Haley had kissed him, and how that simple touch had brought him back to life. Enough to remind him of his father’s funeral, and how the feel of the cold had reminded he had no longer had to be afraid.
It was loud enough to drown out the sounds of people.
He had one chance to do this. One chance to see whether or not his love for the rain would still help him the way it always had.
He screamed. He fell to his knees, and he fisted his hands in his hair. He didn’t pull it out, but he tugged at it, and Haley wasn’t there to grip his hands till he could trust himself.
He screamed. And he cried. And he begged for an answer. And he shoved his blazer off, not even caring that his trousers were stained with mud that would likely never come out, and not giving a damn about the cold.
He screamed. Until his throat went dry and his words seemed to fade into nothing, not only because the rain swallowed his noises, but because he couldn’t be loud.
He screamed until he was soaked and the rain had caused him to go numb and start shivering.
And then he turned around and walked back inside. As he passed the bathroom, something caught his eye. A towel he had thought he had just misplaced whilst on a case, and a hoodie he’d assumed he’d given to Sean and forgotten about. Almost like Gideon had guessed what he would be doing here, and wanted to apologise for what he had done.
Haley would not want him to get sick. Neither would Jessica. Neither would the team. Neither would Jack.
So he went into the bathroom, and he dried himself off, and he zipped the hoodie up. And then he took a final look around the cabin. He smiled to himself, knowing that, no matter what happens, the team will always have this as their safe haven.
He drives home, despite the rain.
It makes him feel like he could love again.
#criminal minds#criminal minds fic#aaron hotchner#haley hotchner#jason gideon#hurt hotch#hotch angst#tw death#tw child abuse#tw grief#tw self destruction#tw past suicidal thoughts#sumayyah writes cm
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Happy Birthday to You
It’s late, it should’ve been up on 2nd Nov, but I couldn’t. Urg. I wanted to be fluffy, but not sure if I succeeded it.
Just a side talk, if anyone reading this having a hard time because of who they are, always remember there’re people supporting you! That includes me! Don’t let others judge you, you’re a lovely person, remember that.
Criminal Minds
Aaron Hotchner X Male Reader
Words: 2.8k
I Kissed a boy AU!
You felt like a jellyfish. A powerless jellyfish wondering in the ocean waves, wherever your destination is, it depends on the wave. You didn’t even have strength to lift your finger when you returned this morning from your shift.
Halloween night was fun, you could spend your time together with Aaron and Jack two nights ago. And yesterday, they left, and you readied for your night shift and it finished just now.
You weren’t sure if it was because a day after Halloween, but it sure had many 911 calls. You didn’t shower or changed your clothes, you just stared at the high ceiling of your house.
-Hotch-
In distant, you heard your phone ringing. You must have fallen asleep. You just wanted to sleep, not to be bothered, but what if it was from your work? What if it was Aaron?
“Gods,” you groaned and pushed yourself heavily from sofa. What time was it? “Hello?” You answered the call without checking who called you.
“Oh, is this Mr. F/N L/N?” It was a woman’s voice, her voice so vibrant and even you being tired managed to smile. Though, you wondered if this was a scam call. “I’m Penelope Garcia and I work with the FBI.”
FBI. Okay, FBI. Ef… Huh?
“Ef, FBI, you say?” You stuttered out at the mention of FBI. Wasn’t that the bureau that investigates criminal staff? Why were they calling you? Did one of last night patients has something to do with crimes?
“Yep, and I work with Aaron Hotchner!” Not knowing your worry, the woman cheerfully mentioned your boyfriend’s name.
“Aaron? You work with Aaron?” You felt stupid to keep asking her, but you had to be sure. And you were still groggy from sleep.
“Yes, so I thought you could help us with a surprise party to him.”
“Why surprise party?” You stood where you were with a dumbfounded face.
“Why, of course, it’s Hotch’s birthday today!” Your brain just stopped working. “With you and Jack there, I believe Hotch’ll love it! Hello? Are you still there?”
“Yes, yes, I’m here.” Oh shit. You didn’t know it was Aaron’s birthday today. They talked all staff, but it seemed they failed to mention respective birthday. Like you didn’t know his, you bet Aaron didn’t know yours too.
“Where are you having this surprise party, Ms. Garcia?”
“It’s just Penelope to you, Mr. Hotch’s boyfriend! You could come to his apartment now, if you can!”
-Hotch-
You sighed as you looked up at the light brown apartment in front of you. Nothing to worry about, right? Penelope works with Aaron, she must be or she wouldn’t know your number. Now think of it, how did she find out? Anyway, you pressed Aaron’s house number and a woman’s voice asked if you were F/N. It was a different voice from before, it was not Penelope.
“Yes?”
“Come in, just press the floor when you get into the lift!” Guess the women around Aaron were all cheerful.
You drummed your fingers on your side as the lift goes up. You didn’t know anyone who Aaron worked with and you were anxious if you’d give them a bad impression of yourself. Before you could knock on the dark brown door, the door abruptly opened and a muscular man stared at you.
“Hey, you must be F/N!” The man gave you a wide grin showing his white teeth.
“F/N!” Jack’s voice squealed behind the man.
As the man moved to the side, the boy flew into your embrace. It was wonder how a child can like you as if he knew you for a long time. You and Jack only met on Halloween day, which was two days ago. And you were proud that you were friendly enough to make Jack instantly take a liking to you.
“Hey, buddy.”
“Aunt Pen said you gonna help Daddy’s birthday party!” Jack’s big eyes shined with excitement. Good to know Ms. Penelope Garcia wasn’t a scam but a real FBI agent. “This is Uncle Derek,” Jack pointed the muscular man who held his hand to greet you.
“Derek Morgan. Just Derek or Morgan’s fine.” You and he shook hands, and wow, his grip was strong.
“Aunt Pen’s not here, she’s maybe with Aunt Jess?” Jack looked around with a puzzled expression in your arms.
“I believe they are.” Derek led you to another room, passing through the kitchen. “Baby girl, he’s here.”
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” The very familiar voice echoed the house, burying Derek’s chuckling with her voice. “You are here!” The woman, Penelope, looked at you with widened eyes, her arms stretched towards you as if she wasn’t expecting you to turn up.
“Hi,” you gave her a little hesitant smile, but nonetheless a genuine one. “I’m F/N, you called me before?”
“Yes, yes, that was me. I’m Penelope, I work with Hotch. He’s our boss,” she pointed herself and Derek. “And, and, this,” she dragged another woman who smiled at you, “is Jessica, Jack’s beautiful aunt.”
“Hello, how’re you,” Jessica shook your hand, giving you a welcoming smile.
“Surprised, but good.” You shrugged, your brain still processing a bit. You didn’t know Aaron had a sister, perhaps you should ask about it later.
“Others are coming later, for now they’re occupying Hotch so he won’t know anything.” Penelope said as she picked up a box full of birthday party supplies and decorations.
“You know,” you let Jack go as he wanted to decorate the house with them. “He once told me you guys aren’t really professional when it comes to surprising him or pranking him.” You scratched back of your head, smiling at Penelope’s shocked face.
“But he won’t know today,” Derek barked a loud laughter. “That usually happens because Baby girl here give it away.”
“I do keep secretes very well, mister!” Penelope gave her friend a mocking indignant face.
“If you say so,” Jessica smirked as she exited the room with colourful ‘Happy Birthday’ banner.
“How many are coming?” You asked as you helped them unpacking several boxes and decorate the room. You wouldn’t know anyone, but you thought you could be conversational.
“Well,” Penelope folded her fingers, “except us we have, Rossi, Spencer, Emily, JJ and probably Henry and Will.”
“Are they all…?”
“We all work together. Well, Henry’s JJ’s son and Will’s Henry’s dad. But we’ve worked with Will once too, so you could say that.” Penelope laughed wholeheartedly. “He doesn’t talk about his work, is he?”
“No,” you shook your head a little.
You never asked him about his work, and he didn’t utter a word about his work too when he was with you. You just thought he’d be too tired and knowing the nature of Aaron’s work, you never thought about asking it. Jessica returned to the room to look for more decoration, she probably heard their conversation.
“Does he take his work and do it while you’re with him?” Jessica asked, her arms hugging her torso.
Your head unconsciously titled to the side. “No?” Was that important?
Penelope cheerfully talked about taking some box to Derek and left Jessica and you alone. And she didn’t forget to shut the door, and you didn’t know why. You felt uncomfortable, feeling like you’re suddenly interrogated by Aaron’s sister.
“He doesn’t want you to leave him.” Jessica smiled at you, riddling you with her words. She laughed a bit as she saw your puzzled look. “He used to bring his work to home, that made Haley mad sometimes.”
You heard that name before. Aaron told you his wife and he dated since their high school, though unfortunate accident took her away from him and Jack. He never told you the details, and you didn’t ask him. The excruciating pain was palpable on Aaron’s face, so you didn’t want him to remember the painful memory by telling you. You never pushed him for more.
“Because he’s busy, we can’t really have a proper conversation and we’re always with Jack so you know.” Jessica smiled ghostly. “But whenever he talks about you, his eyes lit up in spirit. He returns to the Aaron I used to know before everything.” She gave you a knowing smile. “I know talking these staff can be uncomfortable for you, especially talking about Haley. But like my sister made Aaron happy, you make him happy.” Oh, Jessica was not Aaron’s sister, but sister-in-law. “You’re not substituting Haley, mind you.” She sighed. “I want him to be happy.” Not just a sister-in-law, Jessica was truly Aaron’s sister, wishing his happiness.
“I want him to be happy, too.” Both of you just looked at each other for a moment. “Isn’t it, you know, weird?” She looked at you questioningly. “Aaron suddenly bringing a boyfriend? It’s not normal isn’t it?” You didn’t know you were scrubbing the side of your pants due to anxiety.
“You mean Aaron being bisexual?” She titled her head questioningly. “Oh, yeah, I was surprised when he told me he has a boyfriend, but it’s not weird. You make Aaron happy, that makes Jack happy. And that makes me happy and his friends happy. Everyone’s happy, it’s not weird or strange at all. It’s just natural for you and Aaron love each other.”
You couldn’t help but tears pooling. In fact, you never asked Aaron about his family or friends because you were scared. You just buried questions deep inside so you wouldn’t be attacked by bigotry comments.
Suddenly she pulled you into a big hug. “Don’t worry, you’re a perfect normal man. No one should judge you or Aaron because of your sexual orientation. I’m glad both of you can be honest with me.” Jessica laughed as she patted your shoulder. “Even though we met just today. Now let’s decorate more before Aaron storms in.”
-Hotch-
Hotch rubbed his eyes, the writings on the report just leaving as soon as they come into his brain. He couldn’t concentrate, the Sun was saying its good-bye to another day. He had to concentrate in order to return to his son as soon as possible. Then his phone beeped and he frowned as he picked up the phone.
‘Hey, bro, happy birthday.’
It was Sean. He was surprised his little brother actually texted him on his birthday. Hotch couldn’t help but chuckle a bit as he reread the text. Sean actually never calls him ‘bro’ or ‘brother’ unless it was a rare occasion. And it was a first time in years he called Aaron ‘bro’ even in a text message.
‘M not sorry to not giving any present to a birthday boy.’ Another message from Sean, with a laughing yellow face in the end.
‘You could always call me. But thank you.’ Before sending the text, Aaron wondered if his text was too… well, stiff? He threw his head to the headrest. He could be, no, should be more friendly with his little brother. He quickly deleted his text.
‘Visit me anytime soon and that can be my present, brother.’ Sean didn’t like to be called ‘little’ brother, so no ‘little brother’. It’s not a perfect text, but he tried.
He nearly jumped in a start after sending the text when JJ opened his door. Thank gods his face didn’t show any emotion. “Hotch, you need to go home. Everyone went home already.” JJ shook her head.
“Let me just finish this report.”
“That can wait, but not your birthday,” the blonde agent squinted her eyes disapprovingly. “Have time with Jack, he’s probably waiting for you to say ‘happy birthday dad’.”
The Unit Chief quickly closed his mouth, he couldn’t say anything. “You’re right.” Hotch sighed. “So everyone’s gone, already?”
“Yeah, said they can always finish their paperwork tomorrow,” she rolled her eyes.
“We’ll see to that,” Hotch snorted. Not even Dave will get away from the paperwork tomorrow. “Well, good night, JJ.”
“Night, Hotch.” JJ smiled at him and left the office.
-Hotch-
Aaron stared at the apartment building where his home was. He could see the light through the window, Jack probably waiting for him with Jessica. He looked down at his phone once again, as he did for every one minute since Sean texted him. You didn’t text him or call him. Of course nothing as you had a night shift and you were probably sleeping. And he never told you about his birthday being today. Receiving a ‘happy birthday’ text from Sean made him happy, so it’d make him happier if you texted him or called him to say ‘happy birthday’. But that was his fault, he never mentioned. Why didn’t he do that?
He groaned as he roughly brushed down his face before entering the building. He was tired, but happy to see his son from this long day. It’d be a best day if he could see you along with Jack. Yesterday and the day before were the best days he had for some years. Spending time with Jack and you, waking up next to you, having breakfast with you and Jack.
Unlike the last time from his office, this time he couldn’t control his emotion when everyone yelled ‘surprise’ under the ‘Happy Birthday’ banner in his apartment. His mouth didn’t even close from wonder.
Jack dashed to him, holding a birthday card. “Happy birthday, Daddy!” Aaron held his son and kissed on Jack’s crown.
“Hey, buddy, what’s this?”
“It’s a surprise party, Daddy.” Jack gave him the ‘don’t be silly’ face.
The crowd came to him, each of them chanting ‘happy birthday’ to him, and among them you were there. Just like when he saw his son, his eyes brightened at your presence. You were bashfully smiling at you, standing next to Morgan and Reid.
Everyone started to give him the presents, starting from Jack. Even little Henry gave his Uncle Aaron a little drawing with a bright smile. When it was your turn, you just shrugged and said ‘later’. Though Aaron could see distress in your eyes.
-Hotch-
It was wonder how his small apartment was having this many guests, and one by one they started to fall asleep from drinking too much wine. Both boys were already crawled into Jack’s bed, and the adults were just loosened up at his home. Perhaps they could’ve just planned his surprise part at Dave’s house.
Aaron didn’t even expect his mentor all drunken and sleeping on his study chair. Prentiss shoved herself into the sofa where Reid fainted happily with red face. Morgan protectively hugging Garcia while his back leaned on the sofa, while his head hung on Garcia’s crown. Will just like Morgan, his back on the sofa but letting JJ on his thighs and crouched on his chest. He won’t wake his friends, they will whine about their back and neck being stiff, but never going to wake them up and make them do all the paperworks for hiding this from him.
“I know that look,” Jessica scoffed from behind. “You gonna make them pay for planning this.”
“Am I?” Aaron smirked at his sister-in-law.
“Be lenient on them, it was Jack’s idea.” He blinked in surprise. “Of course, the adults were more enthusiastic than Jack.” She cleaned the kitchen and packed her bag.
“You can use my bed.” Aaron suggested.
“I have to go, I have to work on some staff before going to bed. And you have your boyfriend to care.” She gave him an accusing finger. He looked around, and he couldn’t find you. “I didn’t drink any wine and I brought my car. Don’t worry about me, Aaron.” She held the door open wide, giving him a familial smile. “I’m glad you have friends to support you. Good night Aaron, see you tomorrow.”
“Good night, Jessica.” Aaron gave her a thankful smile.
-Hotch-
When he entered his room to find you, you were on his bed, yawning while swinging your legs slowly.
You held your arms up when you saw him. “You never told me today’s your birthday, so I’m mad.” Aaron chuckled as he looked at your fake angry face. Your eyes starting to lose focus as sleepiness kicking in you rather fast. “Hey, don’t laugh,” you threw one of his pillows to his way, but Aaron skilfully avoided it. “I’m serious. I didn’t have any time to prepare present for you.” You pouted, not realising you were acting like a child.
Aaron quietly sat next to you, his strong arm wrapping your side. “You being here is my present.”
“No,” you replied in slur before giving a big yawn. “I’ll always be here for you, so it can’t be a present.” Aaron’s chest swelled in happiness, his heart running over the hill. But you didn’t notice Aaron’s very very happy smile because you leaned on his broad chest, eyes closed. “I want something special, something that reminds me wherever you’re,” you mumbled as you rubbed your eyes. Aaron couldn’t comprehend anything after that, you were both mumbling and slurring and soon falling asleep in his arm.
“Trust me, F/N. I’ve got the best present ever today.” Aaron whispered to his sleeping boyfriend, pleasant smile plastered on his face.
#aaron hotchner#aaron hotchner x reader#Criminal Minds#criminal minds fanfic#male reader#jj#jack hotchner#jessica brooks#emily prentiss#dave rossi#derek morgan#Penelope Garcia#spencer reid#Henry LaMontagne#will lamontagne#sean hotchner#i kissed a boy au
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Okay yes hi hello this is me gracing y’all with my writing Bc I’ve had this idea forever!! This is going to be multiple chapters, here is chapter two. Enjoy :)
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Technical Analyst (ch.1)
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Short description: Spencer works as a technical analyst alongside Garcia and Kevin, though he hasn’t ever really worked directly with the BAU team, he works more in filing and researching. But when Garcia goes on vacation leave, and Kevin is busy with his own work, Spencer steps up to help- and that’s when he meets Derek Morgan.
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Spencer hated technology. He hated computers, tablets, cell phones, he hated it all. He hated everything and anything that isn’t on printed onto paper. So how the fuck did he end up as a technical analyst- whose entire job was based around proficient use of technology? In very short, budget cuts.
He originally worked in domestic terrorism, though he never fit in well there. He was a good worker, fast and able to do a lot. But his coworkers never let him feel included. He would hear them make plans without him, ignore him in conversations, only reaching out to him for his great memory to help solve a case. It was dehumanizing. He was just a brain for them, nothing more.
Then, the budget cuts came. And he got removed from the team, as he had the least amount of hours in the field- which wasn’t his fault. The rest of his team always forced him into the research position, so while they were off chasing the bad guys, he was stuck researching with a computer he doesn’t trust.
So yeah, he wasn’t an asset to them. But the bureau knew a mind like his in general was an asset, a fountain they’d like to keep a tap on. So they made work for him. It was mostly menial. He would assist with intense cases when necessary, but even then it was just research. No one knew what he would be like in the field, because they never gave him the chance.
Spencer tried not to think about how unfair this was, how stupid and purely tedious it was. He would rather be working as a T.A. at this point- which wouldn’t even be that bad. At least he gets heard and seen then.
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Spencer’s normal day consists of going from his apartment to the bureau building, to directly into his cramped little office that was about the size of a jumbo walk in closet. A nice size to store clothes, but not so nice when you have to have a person, a desk, a chair, three computer monitors, two filing cabinents, a trash can, a fax machine, and a printer all crammed in there.
Yeah, his workplace was entirely too small. Thankfully it didn’t impact his ability to work, though, most the time Spencer finished his work quickly; and would end up reading. Spencer didn’t venture out from his office that much at all, (he always brought his own coffee so he didn’t have to worry about bugging the field agents.) the exception to leaving his office was to go across the hall to Penelope Garcia, his only sort of friend that he had at work. She was always so bubbly, it was a breath of relief for him to go see her- she reminded him of all the positive things, he definitely couldn’t do the job without her.
Not to mention, she had to train him from starting point zero. Spencer hated technology, after all. So he never made an effort to learn coding, hacking, how to re-route and track things. He knew nothing like that, hell, he struggles with his cellphone turning on sometimes.
Thankfully, she was able to get some sense into him, and he was pretty good at what he could do. Though he was still working out python coding, he was enjoying the learning process of using technology.
That being said- he still despises technology, and he hopes that once he leaves the job, he can throw away his very unnecessary but work mandated laptop.
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Spencer made his way into the bureau building, messenger bag slung over his shoulder awkwardly as a thermos of coffee was held tightly in his right hand, while the left one reached for the door handle to enter. He got in no problem, security didn’t stop him anymore, thankfully. Though in the beginning, they did check him constantly, verifying that he belonged there. After all, he looked young, and he definitely didn’t belong in the bureau building. But then again, Garcia didn’t look like she belonged there either.
Security just made presumptions about people, he shrugged that thought off as he made his way to the elevator. Thankfully no one else was in there, he pressed the button for floor six, and the elevator doors shut.
The elevator whirred to life, taking him up to the sixth floor slowly. Thankfully today was a slow day, there wasn’t really any important case he had to work on. (Not like he ever really got given cases to work on, anyways.) So Spencer was hoping he would be able to finish his work quickly, as he had some books he brought with him that he wanted to read and re-read before the day was finished.
The elevator dinged, a signal it had reached its necessary location, before the doors finally slid back. He stepped out, taking his usual left down the hallway immediately. Forward through the glass doors was the bullpen with the agents who worked in the BAU. And god, what he wouldn’t give to be a field agent, working as a profiler. That’s why he wanted to join the bureau, and yet he was so close- his office only down the hall. But he was simultaneously so far, not being trusted by all the bureaucratic bosses, who didn’t know if he would be a good agent to warrant being put out into the field.
He hated it, but he tried not to think about it as he reached his office, Garcia’s door was shut, she was on vacation, or so he had heard. Spencer pulled on his office door, entering with ease as he moved into the cramped workspace.
Spencer sat his messenger bag down onto his desk, sitting himself down in his office chair and taking a minute to breathe in and out before continuing. Spencer hated this job. It was mind numbingly boring, he was so close to quitting. He knew the bureau would fight tooth and nail to keep him, however, but if that was the case, why not give him a better job- he didn’t want a nicer office, he wanted to help people.
He sighed, today was just one of those days where he was extra mad about not being treated right, he tried to ignore this thought process as he got ready to work; setting his coffee down by his computer mouse to his right, setting his messenger bag onto the floor next to him, pulling off the scarf that was wrapped loosely around his neck and hanging it over the back of his chair. Now he was ready for the day.
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Penelope didn’t mean to forget to tell the team that she was going to be gone- she assumed they knew. At least Hotch did, all the rest of them knew was that she was going to take a week off to relax, they just didn’t know when (she had too many vacation days saved up, so she had to use them or lose them. She chose the former.) It was just a total brain fart moment on her part, so while she decided to hit up her favorite stores, spas, and websites; the team had no idea, they assumed she was holed up in her office, hacking away at whatever she normally does.
This would only show itself when Derek needed her, calling her office number and it going to voicemail “Hi, this is Penelope Garcia with the FBI and I’m too awesome to come to the phone right now, if it’s an urgent matter please call Aaron Hotchner-“ yeah, Derek hung up his phone by then, deciding to call her personal cell.
“Hi, hot chocolate!” She answered cheerfully, the sounds of people talking and laughing could be heard in the background, which Derek took note of. “Babygirl- your work phone sent me to voicemail, where are you?” Garcia was quiet for a second, before practically blowing Morgan’s eardrums out; “Oh- damnit! I knew I was forgetting something!” “Care to fill me in?” He asked her curiously, “Yes-“ Garcia sighed before continuing on, “Sorry. I’m taking those vacation days Hotch told me I had to use or else I’d lose.”
“So you’re not at the office.” He stated, “That I am not, I’m sorry I forgot to tell you! But my pal Spencer Reid should be covering for me.” “Spencer Reid?” Derek asked, unfamiliar with that person, “Why not kevin?” “Ugh, I don’t know- he’s doing that thing where he’s actually busy with other work for once. But Spencer is good, I taught him everything he knows- and I’m pretty sure he’s got three PhDs, so yeah, you replaced one genius with another- so don’t worry!” “Okay, well...” Derek took a second, “You sure I can ask Spencer about everything I’d ask you?” He meant work related, within being able to hack and get everything that Garcia would be able to get. Because Morgan knew that her talents were very special, and having someone else replicate them seemed near impossible, so he was a bit hesitant to trust someone new.
“Oh yeah- he’ll find everything easy peasy lemon squeezy. Don’t worry yourself, sugar.” “Okay, thank you mama. Have a good week of rest.” “I will! I have an appointment for a spa, and oh my god Derek- they do a seaweed wrap thing, isn’t that crazy?” “So you’re gonna get rolled up like sushi?” “No! Ew! Don’t compare me to raw fish!”
The phone call continued for a bit after that, as Derek wasn’t in an urgent matter. It was just a filing day at the office, before he hung up he asked where Spencer was, though; “Oh, he’s in the office next to mine, across the hall!” Garcia told him happily. Derek had thought that was a storage closet, but he didn’t tell her- instead thanking her and hanging up.
Now to pay this mystery computer whiz a visit.
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Spencer was in the middle of re-routing a bunch of information that Garcia needed to send to her boss, Aaron Hotchner. Spencer didn’t share the same boss, since he was technically working in a more basic division of the bureau, he instead answered to Strauss- which was a royal pain in the ass, but he always turned his work in on time, came in when needed, he had never had to face her wrath yet, thankfully.
Spencer typed away, trying to get all the data to get to Hotchner as quickly as possible so he didn’t have to wait, though it wasn’t crucial the work did get completed right now. Spencer just liked to get things done.
A knock sounded Spencer out of his methodical typing, it wasn’t Garcia, obviously. And he knew Kevin was in a meeting right now with some IT people over his keyboard acting funky (Kevin could fix it by himself, but office administration forced him into talking to IT.)
“Yes?” Spencer asked curiously, turning around in his office chair, because he had no clue who it was that could be interrupting his work. The door pushed open, revealing a tall, classically handsome, muscular man carrying some files in his hands. Fuck, that would be Spencer’s luck. An attractive guy swooping in and making his IQ of one hundred and eighty seven go down to sixty in two second flat
“Hi- you Spencer?” The man asked, stepping forward into the cramped office. Spencer stood up instinctively, “Yes, I am. How can I help you?” The man handed the files over awkwardly, “I’m sorry, I usually ask Penelope Garcia for this but she’s on vacation and she referred me to you- I just need these put through VICAP, I’m not too familiar with the system as a whole, ‘cause Garcia usually handles it.”
Spencer nodded, taking the files and looking through them briefly, there were nine of them. “I’m sorry, I know that’s a lot of work to do... I’m sure I can figure it out myself-“ Derek started, doing his best to apologize. Little did he know Spencer could get this done within an hour or so.
“Oh no- not a problem at all, this should only take me about an hour, two at most, but that’s a generous estimate.” Derek raised his eyebrows, “An hour or two? Garcia usually finishes up this many files within three or four. How are you able to get this done faster than her?”
“I have an eidetic memory, which helps me recall anything that I read. I can read these files once and put all the information into VICAP knowing it’s accuracy is one hundred percent without having to double check, that cuts down my speed by half per case file.”
Derek looked confused and shocked. Yeah, Spencer could understand why. “Sorry, um. That’s a weird explanation, but it shouldn’t take me as long. I’m assuming you’re out in the bullpen?” Spencer asked him, putting the files down atop his keyboard.
“Yeah, I’m Derek Morgan with the BAU.” Derek finally introduced himself, reaching his hand out. Shit, this was Derek Morgan? Garcia has mentioned him a few times to Spencer, saying he’d love him “oh he’s so handsome, but so sweet and loving, like the hottest man on earth- I’d marry him in a heartbeat, but we don’t roll like that, Y’know?” That’s how she described him once, and of course Spencer remembered that word for word. Spencer felt like it was just his luck, that his only work colleague was best friends with a man so attractive that his mind isn’t working fully.
Not to mention he was in the BAU, Spencer guessed he was, since Garcia was their technical analyst. But still, it would be just his luck to know this insanely attractive man was part of the team he wanted to belong to so bad. Spencer wasn’t sure how to respond as he kept his composure. After all, yeah, Derek was attractive. But they probably wouldn’t speak again after this exchange. It wasn’t worth Spencer thinking about him, or how Garcia described him.
“I’m sorry, I don’t shake. But it’s nice to meet you, I’ll find you once I’m done. If you need anymore help, feel free to let me know.” Spencer told him, looking back at the files on his desk as a distraction away from this hot guy that was just standing so calmly in his office, as if Spencer ever had any visitors into the cramped space besides Garcia and Kevin.
By the time spencer looked back up, Derek’s arm was back down by his side. “Okay, thank you.”
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Derek was surprised by their exchange, to say the least. How did he not know about this genius before? How was he not more well known, a memory thing, three PhD’s- that would be a useful asset? How come he was hidden away in a closet sized office? He had to know more. Even if it was nosy and stupid.
Normally, he’d call Garcia and ask her if it was about an employee. But in this case, he couldn’t. And he couldn’t go to Spencer, that would be weird.
So, he did the next best thing. He asked Hotch.
~
He knocked slowly on Hotchner’s door, hoping he wasn’t going to tell him to mind his business and not ask about employee facts when they definitely were irrelevant.
Derek was smart though, he figured out a foolproof way to play this. So when Hotch said, “Yes?” He came in, starting his plan into motion.
“Hotch, where’s Garcia?” He asked him, as if Derek hadn’t immediately checked up on his babygirl when he couldn’t find her. “Oh,” Hotch started, setting a file down that he had been looking over, “She took some vacation time.”
“So, who am I supposed to go to for computer help?” Derek asked, “Well,” Hotchner started, matter of factly, while he reached for a thin, unopened file on his desk. “We have a new guy helping us. Kevin’s busy with helping the child abduction unit reset their computers, as well as he’s in an IT meeting right now, so we have..” Hotch stopped, looking down to read the name off the file; “Doctor Spencer Reid. I’m sure he’ll be just as good.”
“Hotch. No ones as good as Garcia.” Derek pointed out, Hotch shrugged. “Maybe not. But this guy has a glowing personal history- and Garcia told me she taught him everything he knows.”
“What’s his personal history?” Derek asked curiously, stepping a bit closer but still trying to play nonchalance. “You know I’m not able to disclose that. You can go ask him for yourself.” Derek sighed. Of course Hotch wasn’t gonna tell him shit. He should’ve expected this. But sue him, call him hopeful. He was hoping he could’ve gotten some information on this mysterious doctor.
~
Derek made his defeated way back to his desk in the bullpen. And Emily, whose desk was directly across from his, immediately noticed his slight annoyance at Hotch. So she asked in a hushed voice as soon as he sat down;
“Did you get yelled at by Hotch?” Because in her mind, that was the most logical explanation that made the most sense. Derek just shook his head as a response, “No,” he clarified, “I was asking about our Garcia fill-in, and Hotch wouldn’t tell me anything.”
“Garcia fill-in? She’s gone?” Emily asked confusedly looking back to the hallway that led to Penelope’s office, as if she’d magically appear. “Yeah, but just for the week.” Derek explained, “She’s using those vacation days she had saved up. And Kevin isn’t our standby, ‘cause he’s busy. Instead it’s some new guy.”
“Who?” Prentiss asked, this time she was curious. And as if on cue, Dr. Spencer Reid came through the glass doors, and into the bullpen, carrying Morgan’s stack of files.
“Him.” Morgan pointed back simply as a response as he waved Spencer over.
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To say Spencer felt out of his element by being in the BAU bullpen was an understatement, he felt like a fish out of water. Like he was suffocating and everything around him was too much.
He purposely avoided the bullpen, first reason being because he didn’t have any work with the BAU. But the second reason was he knew if he stepped in, he’d be more upset that he couldn’t be on the team. And the last thing he wanted to do was make his job worse for himself.
But, this experience was an outlier. And though Spencer can remember almost anything and everything, he planned on doing his best to purposely forget all of this. Every last detail.
He wasn’t going to let himself remember how there were field agents with real life guns holstered at their sides, how they were all sitting casually, looking over cases and drinking coffee, how they had the title of SSA (he only had SA, which he still was bitter about.), and then how at a moments notice they could fly away in a jet. How astonishing their work is, how jealous he is.
But Spencer entered through the glass doors nonetheless, looking around quickly before seeing Derek wave him over. Derek was sat at his desk, talking to a woman whose head was turned away from Spencer, all he could see was that she was his desk mate, and that she had black hair.
Spencer made his way over at a brisk pace, he just needed to get in and out. If he stayed for too long, he’d let himself remember to much.
“Hey, I- I got these into VICAP no problem,“ Spencer started as he handed Derek the case files, “But I noticed some errors on the date stamping on when you found the unsub so I corrected it myself, I hope you don’t mind.”
Derek shook his head casually, “Not a problem at all, I have a habit of messing that up. Thanks doc.” Fuck, ‘doc’? Spencer hadn’t been called ‘doctor’ in months, let alone ‘doc’. This was turning into a tailspin moment for him as he smiled awkwardly, feeling a blush rising to his face, he wasn’t sure what else to do. But he wanted to get out of there.
Thankfully, the woman with black hair introduced herself, as once he had rounded the corner to see Derek, he also saw her face. She was pretty, and had bangs. “Hi, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Emily Prentiss.” She reached her hand over to shake Reid’s expectantly, “Oh I-“ Reid started, hands down at his sides, he wasn’t going to move them.
“He doesn’t shake, Prentiss.” Derek explained casually, “Oh,” Emily said, dropping her hand down, “Sorry! It’s still good to meet you, though. So I hear you’re covering for Garcia?” She asked Spencer, who nodded as he pushed a piece of hair back behind his ear.
“Yeah she’s taking vacation time, and Kevin is currently busy with helping the child abduction unit. So I’ll be you technical analyst for the next week or so.”
“I’m sorry, but how long have you been with the bureau? You look really young. I don’t mean to be rude I’m just-“ “You’re really asking him the rudest possible question, though, huh?” Derek joked to her, and she just smacked him on the arm lightly before turning her attention back to Spencer.
“No you’re fine to ask I- um, I’ve been with the bureau a year and a half, but originally I was on the domestic terrorism field unit.” He explained shortly, he didn’t wanna go into how he got on the bureau to begin with, or how he left the domestic terrorism unit. All he wanted to do was have this conversation end, or else it would just be that much harder to forget.
“Domestic terrorism? So how do you end up doing technical analyst work?” Derek butted in curiously, up until now it has been Prentiss asking all the questions.
Spencer stayed quiet for a moment, before finally responding, “If you need anything else, my office is next to Garcia’s. It’s been nice meeting you, Emily.” All he gave to Derek was a curt nod before walking out at the brisk pace he had entered with.
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“Wow, well you fucked that up.” Prentiss spoke to Derek once she saw Spencer exiting through the glass doors, and turning down the hallway.
He sighed and rolled his eyes at her, “I’m just curious about him, can you blame me?” Emily just chuckled softly in return, shaking her head as she turned her chair around to face him more head on.
“Are you curious about him because he’s cute, or because he’s replacing Garcia for the week?” Derek blinked at her in surprise; “I never said he was cute.” He protested, more confused than anything else.
“You didn’t say it, but your body language did. You think he’s cute. You called him ‘doc’ and he almost blushed, and I have a feeling you’re gonna try and call him ‘doc’ again to see that same result- and you watched him the entire time, even if I was talking.”
“You think random bureau agents are cute all the time, what’s it matter?” Derek rebutted, trying to deflect and ignore, because Prentiss wasn’t making sense. Derek wasn’t attracted to Spencer, he didn’t think he was cute. Spencer’s level of attractiveness had nothing to do with his curiosity.
Derek did have a right to be curious for other reasons, anyways. This guy was replacing Garcia for a bit. It made sense Derek would wanna know more about the guy, even if he was or wasn’t attractive.
“Yeah, I find agents cute. But I don’t go asking Hotch about them.” Prentiss said with a smirk, Derek just shot her a glare. “I asked Hotch because he’s replacing Garcia. And I’ve not heard of the guy before.”
“Whatever you say, man.” Was all Emily replied with as she turned back to her work, Derek just rolled his eyes at her again before turning to his own computer.
Okay, so he knew Spencer was in domestic terrorism. It couldn’t hurt to just search it up, right? It wasn’t anything classified, he’d be able to see it, Derek hoped. He wasn’t meaning to be nosy, but he was just so curious and confused. He just had to know more.
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#fanfiction#criminal minds#cm#imagine#prompt#spencer reid#derek morgan#moreid#aaron hotchner#emily prentiss#Penelope garcia#kevin lynch#Dave rossi#Jason gideon#jennifer jereau#jeniffer jareau#jj#Tara lewis#luke alvez#matt Simmons#multiple chapters#og shit#Spencer Specific Fics#fanfic#oneshot
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The set-up
Ralvez one shot (get used to these) tw for a small bit of angst but it all turns out ok!
“Emily come on! They’re obviously pinning for each other! They’re so in love!” Penelope pouted as she followed her into Emily’s office. “Garcia, just because they’re probably both into men doesn’t mean they like each other-“ she was quickly cut off by Garcia. “Emily Prentiss! Have you not seen the subtle touches they give each other? How Luke always has stim toys for him, noise canceling headphones? Special blue light glasses so he doesn’t get a headache looking at screens? That boy is in love!” She crossed her arms and looked up at her girlfriend.
Emily sighed, “I mean..Spencer is the most relaxed around him...he does always sit next to him when we go out as a team- or on the jet..” the more she thought about it, the more it made sense that they both had a crush on each other. “Ah...alright. Fine, we can set them up on a date, but if they aren’t interested in each other I’m blaming you.”
The only problem was, Spencer and Luke were already dating, they had been for a while, infact Luke had moved into Spencer’s apartment not too long ago. “Hey bello” Luke purred into Spencer’s ear as he came up behind the taller man, wrapping his arms around the slim waist. “You making us coffee?” Luke’s voice was rough and gravely from just having woken up. “You know if you keep talking to me in that voice I’m going to want to get back in bed with you.” Spencer laughed then quickly continued before Luke could make a suggestive comment. “-Which, is something we cannot do, because we have a job. A very important one mind you.” He turned around in Luke’s hold and kissed his forehead, handing him his cup of coffee before finally breaking free of his touch.
“I don’t know genio, we both have plenty of sick days,” he winked, then smiled when he saw Spencer blush. “I know, I know. No need to lecture me, it was just a joke.” Luke held his hands up in submission with a playful smirk before he finished up his coffee and followed Spencer to the bedroom so they both could get dressed.
“So, how we feelin’ today? Is it a sweater vest kinda day? Cardigan? Sweater?” Luke placed a supportive hand on Spencer’s now bare back. He always tried his hardest to be supportive of Spencer’s autism, and did whatever he could to make him feel comfortable, safe and loved. Unlike the other members of the team he didn’t think ignoring it was the best policy, although he loved them all, it did appall him just a bit, at how Spencer had no resources to help him before Luke joined and took that task on. He was pulled back into the present when he heard a timid voice. “..can- can I wear something of yours today? Don’t feel like wearing my own clothes..it doesn’t feel right.” Reid’s hands were gripping the top of the drawer so hard his knuckles were white. “Hey, hey bello,” Luke began to rub his back “of course thats okay, you know I always keep a sweater of mine clean for you. I’ll grab it, but first.” He gently took Spencer’s hands off the drawer and placed a stim toy inside his palms, relaxing when it seemed to calm Spencer down. He left him for a brief moment to grab the previously mentioned sweater and gave it to him, smiling as he put it on.
When they got to the bureau, Prentiss and Garcia were watching them like hawks, and Spencer just shot Luke a confused look before sitting down at his desk, quickly busying himself with case reports and other such things. “So how are we gonna do this? Fake love note from Luke to Spencer?” Garcia grinned up at Prentiss who just shook her head “Spencer is like, the king of dictations, he’d know immediately the letter is a fake. We should just set them up on a blind date, and if they don’t agree to that then...we need to leave them alone. Messing with their love life, especially Spencer’s is already a dangerous idea” Emily sighed but Garcia agreed, they would give up if the two didn’t agree to the date. Garcia would handle Luke, while Prentiss handled Reid.
Garcia went first, cornering Luke in the breakroom. “Hey newbie. Look I got a really cute, kinda nerdy but in the hot way friend who would love to go out with you, but its a blind date so I can’t show you his picture.” She grinned up at him, then looked confused as Luke’s face was one of worry and shock “Garcia this- this isn’t funny..how did you know Spencer and I were dating? We weren’t gonna tell anyone until he felt ready- he wouldn’t have told you he was so anxious about people finding out- did you spy on us or something?” Luke got defensive, almost snappy but he wasn’t angry, he was just worried about Spencer. “What? Oh god no- Luke I wouldn’t do that- I didn’t know- me and Prentiss just assumed you liked each other and wanted to give you the p-“ she cut herself off “oh! That doesn’t matter right now I can explain latter but Emily was going to talk to Spencer and-“ Luke was already out the door, trying to stop that conversation from happening. Spencer didn’t need to know that two of his closest friends had found out about his sexuality and relationship. However, he was too late. Because on Emily’s end she had called him up to her office when Garcia had Luke.
“Why- why are you asking if I want to go out with a guy? A guy who - who you just basically described to be Alvez.” Spencer took a deep breath, trying to ground himself but that wasn’t working, he didn’t want to be out, he wasn’t ready yet. Even if his whole team supported him which he was sure they would he wasn’t ready, that part of his life was private and safe from scrutiny, safe from teasing, safe from his team members knowing who and how he loved, it was so personal and important to him, he had just come to terms with being gay a few years back and he certainly wasn’t ready to come out to the whole team..but it seems like that choice was made for him. “Spencer- are you okay?” Emily asked, extremely concerned for her friend, but Spencer didn’t hear her, he was lost in his own world, his brain giving him the worst outcomes imaginable, and suddenly it happened. The lights were too bright, they made a buzzing noise that was like nails on a chalk board and he was now hyper aware of it. His stomach felt..wrong, his clothes itched and seemingly tightened against him like they might choke him, everything felt wrong, suddenly the lights turned off, he caught a glimpse of Luke looking pissed as all get out as he rushed Emily out of the office, guiding Spencer down to the floor so he could comfortably rock back and forth on his heels to the balls of his feet. “Spencer, bello, it’s alright..they didn’t know, they just assumed we had feelings for each other it’s okay, they’re not gonna tell anyone.” Luke held his hand out, and Spencer gratefully took it, counting his knuckles repeatedly as he began to hum, trying to calm himself. It took Spencer counting to 65 before he could stop humming and calm himself enough to speak. “I want to go home please..I need to just lay down I..I can’t.” Luke nodded to his words and helped him up, walking with him out of the office and to Luke’s car. They both stayed home for the rest of the day.
After a long talk with Emily and Garcia that night, Spencer had fully calmed his nerves, he still wasn’t happy that his two closest friends had found out this way, but he wasn’t scared or angry anymore. Infact he was quite happy, because now he could finally talk about Luke on girls night. ((yes Spencer goes out on girls night and no jj isn’t there i will fight people on this headcanon.))
#criminal minds#spencer reid#ralvez#luke alvez#emily prentiss#gay !!!#Penelope Garcia#cm oneshot#spenceshot
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AAAAA SAME ANON AND I LOVE UR THOUGHTS ON THIS AU SO MUCH!!!! hskdhdkdbd PLEASE ignore this if u don’t want to talk about this au of course, but honestly i only have more !!!!! about it with every piece of info. like the line about fabian and riz’s jaeger being “unstoppable. almost.” and about how adaine joins the fray specifically bc they’re down and adaine and aelwyn are the only ppl who can fill in their place right now. also how kristen is drift compatible with everyone im!!
NO NO NO IM SO HAPPY TO TALK ABOUT IT!!!! like pacific rim really blessed us by not only being an AMAZING movie but also the best au fodder of all time??? god pacific rim au my beloved <3
some additional stuff because i cant stop:
i think ayda and adaine are totally drift compatible, but never tested together, as ayda only joined the program to pilot with fig
penelope, dayne, and ragh actually triple piloted until fig signed up. everyone thought it was better to separate penelope and dayne because they were ... not always team players when together. but after it came out everything that had been happening between dayne and ragh, that decision was heavily regretted. ragh got ... a lot of counseling after dayne was kicked out. when he was moved to combat trainer, he got a lot happier and became good friends with tracker, who'd been on base long enough to see everything go down
ayda and aelwyn actually knew each other in undergrad. aelwyn became friends with her mostly for strategic purposes, because she was the daughter of the head of the jaeger program and aelwyn wanted to build jaegers. ayda became friends with her because they were both the youngest in the STEM program and she was desperate for someone she could relate to, at least a little. they got along okay but didn't really keep in touch after graduation. they didn't start getting closer until aelwyn became a pilot, because then they COULD actually relate to each other, as scientists-turned-fighters
ayda still found out she was autistic through jawbone, once she finished school and came to base to study kaiju. she opened up to him about how hard it was to relate to her peers, and he was like kiddo youre probably autistic?? like over half of the scientists here are?? and she was like. OH. after everythings over and fig goes back to being a musician, she donates a lot of her touring profits to autistic-led advocacy groups because like. she's literally felt what it's like to live with an autistic brain, and it makes her the biggest ally of all time (and ayda being a very prominent autistic scientist AND pilot actually does like. SO MUCH for autism acceptance. she frequently gives lectures on fig's touring routes)
after they close the breach, fabian gets into a huge blowout fight with bill. cause bill makes his money by selling kaiju parts, so without the kaiju, he doesn't have a job. and by that point fabian has had enough distance and experience that he's like. i would have died for you but i fucking made a name for myself that was better than anything you've ever tried to do, now i get to live for me. and even though he wasn't expecting it, bill actually completely accepts and supports that
yeah so pok actually died cause he got eaten by a kaiju after drifting with one using the pons system he invented. its extremely difficult to hear but riz is also like. that is the most badass thing ive ever fucking heard oh my god (they name the neuroscience program at riz's college after pok. sklonda starts law school there the year after they close the breach)
kristen literally proposes to tracker the day after they close it, barely conscious, with a giant hole in her chest, from her hospital bed. everyone is like. my dude. tracker thinks its extremely romantic
(they end up adopting a bunch of kids who were orphaned because of kaiju attacks)
gorgug goes to college and becomes a high school social studies teacher. zelda runs a local gym. they have an extremely quiet life and are happy to, most of the time, not be noticed or bothered. every once in a while an extremely nerdy kid will recognize gorgug's PARENTS as jaeger mechanics and completely ignore gorgug and zelda thinks its hilarious
after they close the breach, the abernant parents reach out to BOTH aelwyn and adaine to ask them to come back home to visit and be celebrated. and theyre like. mmmm fuck that actually?? but adaine does have a BIT of an existential crisis cause shes like OKAY WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO WITH MY LIFE NOW?? they actually end up getting a little apartment together somewhere and aelwyn pays the bills as an engineer making advanced prosthetics. she encourages adaine to just try out as much as possible, and she takes a ton of classes at the community college, the community center, and at various local businesses. but its actually jawbone who inspires her to go back for another degree and become a psych researcher. she makes waves in the trauma and ptsd field
theyre all pretty happy that kalvaxis, category iv, and nightmare, category v, got blown to hell at the bottom of the ocean
#fantasy high#dimension 20#the bad kids#OKAY I REALLY HAVE TO STOPPPP#YALL STOP ENCOURAGING ME IM TOO INVESTED IN THIS AU#(dont stop i love it)#pacific rim au
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may i make suggestions for the empires playlist?
Tongues and Teeth by The Crane Wives is a good song for Xornoth and Joey and Sausage. its got like "you knew what you were getting into" vibes
Obsessed With You by The Orion Experience also fits Joey pretty well
Dam, Damn by Päter is also a good Xornoth song, but more focused on him terrorizing Jimmy and Shelby
I just think Lotta True Crime by Penelope Scott is a Lizzie song in any context
ex best friend by suggi is a great song for the ex-wither rose alliance
Word Spins Madly On by The Weepies could be a Pixlriffs song (what with his candlelight vigil)
To My Enemies by Saint Motel has Sausage vibes
you can ABSOLUTELY make suggestions. i was inviting suggestions. i am so happy to see suggestions. and you made a lot of suggestions for me to think about! now i've gotta turn on analysis brain,,, i'm going to put this under a cut because i need to ramble on all of these song ideas
ALRIGHT. first. tongues and teeth. it's a song i really like already! it's an interesting choice for xonorth i think...? it would give the demon a very, very specific sort of characterization, as i always interpreted the singer of that song as... almost regretful that she feels as though she will hurt anyone she gets close to? both regretful and bitter at the idea that someone might try to change her ("i am not a vessel for your good intent"). so applying the characterization of that song to xonorth creates a really interesting character for him, mr. "love, hate, same thing". i like this in concept. i will think about it a lot
it's also worth noting before we go on that at least part of that sense that this person is resentful of being treated like someone she isn't and regretful that she's hurting the person she's singing to comes through in the performance; lyrically alone it's a lot more "hey loving me will hurt you". the performance of the song is what suggests the more emotions to it. so WHO KNOWS.
obsessed with you is next. and, may i say. you have very good taste. orion experience good. i don't have much to say to this one other than "the idea of this being a joey song is very funny to me, even if it's accurate", because this song is just. it's so bouncy and bubbly. and also a little stalker-ish. joey are you okay,
....another interesting choice in my mind is you saying that dam, damn is a song for shelby and jimmy being tormented by xonorth, because if you take the lyrics really literally, that can absolutely work! it just requires taking the lyrics of the song almost entirely literally. my instinct listening to this song is that the demons are metaphorical, not literal, but if they're literal, they definitely fit the scenario you described.
i am going to propose that this is still a shelby song, actually, like. just straight-up a song for her. trying to build her new life after running to this dimension. no longer taking chances. (holding back the parts of her that are still hurting.) especially this verse:
Got a team of builders gathered round
Got a little sunshine in my town
Got a lot of time since shit went down
I ain't gonna take no chances now
Not now, not now
so yeah. definitely a shelby song. also a good song throwing it on all my playlists now i like it a lot.
lotta true crime is another song i already knew. (continued good taste.) it's a bubbly song about a kinda dark subject matter, which i think fits lizzie pretty well. i also like for her how the lyrics are pretty strongly stating that the singer doesn't believe that killers are somehow smart or better than other people, they're just full of themselves. this feels like a lizzie sentiment to me. good song. quietly goes to throw this on a third life playlist somewhere,
ex best friend doesn't have many lyrics but. the almost mournful and betrayed nature of the lyrics. yeah. ex-wither rose alliance. man. this is one i don't have much to add to other than "it fits i think".
alright. so. the world spins madly on is an interesting pix pick. it's a song about a destroyed relationship, but the song itself sort of fits in the sense that pix is on his messy redemption arc (redeeming himself for something he considers himself to be his fault). songs like this do sort of fit his vibes. and, if you subscribe to the immortal pix thing? "the whole world is moving and i'm standing still" i see. and that first line hurts a lot. and thanks, now i'm hurting.
like, okay, this definitely works as a pix song. you have to do a little interpreting but it definitely works as a pix song, it just also hurts me. it's a song about the world moving on as you try to cope with something that's gone and hurting you, and if you take this to be about the dragon fight, about the mistakes pix has made? yeah this works. interesting song choice i can see it i can see it.
okay. and finally. your song choice that's hurt me most. to my enemies by saint motel for sausage. i don't... i don't think i need to actually analyze this one to make you understand why i am now crying. let me just post some lyrics.
To my enemies
Those were the best days of our lives
When our hate made us feel so alive
So wrong it's right
So wrong it's right, all right
I still miss the pain
It's never felt the same
You took more than my dog when you ran off with my dog
(Did you know that? Did you know that?)
Blood and sweat and tears
We learned each other's fears and
God, I'll miss the way you cry
Did you know that? Did you know that?
HAHAHA. YEP. SAUSAGE SONG. FUCK ME RIGHT,
thank you SO MUCH for all of your suggestions these are excellent!
#answered#good song recommendations#i will definitely be thinking about to mu enemies and dam damn all week now#playlist
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