request: Hey, I’ve got a Spence request! It’s Christmas at the FBI, and the team has done Secret Santa, and you got Spencer, your best friend who you have fancied since you started at the FBI 5 years ago. You all go to Rossi’s to spend the evening and morning, so you can all drink & not drive home. After presents and a few drinks, you and Spence end up under the mistletoe where he declares his feelings in front of the whole team, who encouraged him to tell you how he feels, before you arrived to the party

a/n: i didn’t expect to write this much, it was 7 pages on google docs. i am pretty proud of this tho.

warnings: FLUFF

word count: 3.6k

You looked around at the lights and garland that had adorned the bullpen as you entered the BAU for the first time after arriving home from the case. You grinned from ear to ear like a child as you took in the sight. Spencer was right behind you, pausing to take in the sight beside you. He looked down at you, still in awe, and smiled. You looked so beautiful to him under all those shining lights, and you just looked happier than you had in recent weeks. Christmas was usually tough for you anyway, and this year was no exception. Nonetheless, you persevered. Rossi had been planning a BAU Christmas party for a little bit over a month, with the help of you and Garcia, to make it the most magical Christmas any of you had had in a pretty long time. Needless to say, getting home from the case was more exciting than it usually was.

You tugged your go bag back to your desk and plopped down in your chair, rubbing your eyes. It was around 7pm and you all were going to Rossi’s right from the office to start the festivities. Knowing you wouldn’t be driving home, you had a second go bag packed and ready in your car, along with Spencer’s since you guys had carpooled. When you started at the BAU around 5 years ago, you and Spencer instantly became best friends. Granted, it took him a long time to really break out of his shell of awkwardness, but even then he was very comfortable around you. It was something about you that really made him feel, for lack of a better word, special. Not in the way that he was typically treated for being a genius, but just for being Spencer. That’s what Spencer loved most about you- the way you admired him for just being him. Not because he was a child prodigy and not because he was a genius. He was just Spencer.

Not to mention you always let him ramble and spill facts without ever telling him to shut up, or even interrupting him. Nevertheless, you quickly became very close, especially when you learned your apartment was right down the street from his. That’s when you two started carpooling to the office together. You always stopped at the local coffee shop or Starbucks to feed your coffee addictions, and went home around the same time every night. Spencer always made sure you made it inside safe, and vice versa. The funny thing was, for as incredible as you both were at your jobs as profilers for the BAU, neither of you had the faintest idea that you were in love with each other. Everyone in the entire building knew except for you two. Even Hotch was rooting for you two to get together.

“Ready to go, Spence?” You asked, shooting him a huge grin. He grins back and nods, throwing his bag over his head like he always did. You followed him out the door and to your car and drove yourselves to Rossi’s mansion. The ride was relatively quiet, Spencer had whipped out the book he started on the plane because he absolutely had to know how it ended, and of course he could finish it before you made it to Rossi’s.

“Did you do the secret santa?” You asked, breaking the silence.

“Yeah. Did you?”

“Yep.” You smiled to yourself. You actually got Spencer, and you couldn’t have been more excited. Regardless of whether you had gotten him for secret santa, you were planning to get him a little something anyway. Actually, a few things. You wracked your brain for a few days, wondering what Dr. Spencer Reid would like that he didn’t already have. Of course, you started with a giftcard to his favorite bookstore, along with the newest edition of his favorite collection of Edgar Allen Poe stories. You also got him a giftcard to Starbucks, to make up for all the times he’d paid for your coffee, despite your protests. You made him your famous chocolate chip cookies and your favorite thing? The Halloween Christmas sweater you’d found and KNEW you had to get it for him. He never understood the point of an ugly Christmas sweater, so you figured you would get one that celebrates his favorite holiday with the edition of it celebrating Christmas. You could already see the look on his face when he opened his gifts later that night.

“Hey Spence, can you help me?” Spencer only brought a gift bag with the edition of his overnight bag, meanwhile you had a couple bags, along with two bottles of wine for Rossi and your own overnight bag. He grabbed your overnight bag and a bottle of wine and headed up to the door with you following behind, praying you didn’t slip on any ice.

You made it to the door unscathed, being greeted by Prentiss who was already a glass of wine deep.

“It’s party time!” She said upon opening the door. You and Spencer grinned and followed her inside, kicking the door shut behind you. Everyone was already there, starting on the spiked eggnog drinks without you guys.

“Hey, I told you guys to wait for us!” You whined as you set your presents underneath Rossi’s massive Christmas tree. The others looked away and took sips of their drinks, earning a small glare from you. You opted to start with a glass of white wine and escalate from there later. You took a long sip as you sat along the counter beside JJ. She held up her hands in mock defense.

“I told them they should wait but no one ever listens to me!” You giggled a little and patted JJ’s shoulder sympathetically.

“I hear you. They never listen to me either,” You said, shooting a look in Spencer’s direction in particular. As if he felt your eyes on his back, he turned around and looked at you. When he saw you were already looking at him, he raised his eyebrows in question. You shook your head and he shrugged, returning to his conversation with Morgan and Rossi. Penelope was doing peppermint vodka shots with Prentiss while Hotch watched, somewhat amused as Emily started choking on hers. You smiled as you watched your friends ease into the party so quickly after such a long case. It warmed your heart to see them relaxed.

“I don’t know, Rossi. What if it ruins our friendship?” Reid asked, his voice small. He only softened his voice like that when he was unsure of himself.

“Look, kid. I may be old, but I do have eyes. She loves you, Reid.” Rossi said.

“Trust me, Pretty Boy. Everyone here sees the way you look at each other.” Derek agreed, taking a sip of his beer.

Spencer chewed on his lip thoughtfully when he felt eyes on his back. He turned back to see you staring at him, where you began giggling with JJ. Spencer raised his eyebrows as if to ask, “Did you need me?” and you shook your head. He shrugged and turned back to Rossi, who was smirking. He shared a look with Derek and walked over to Hotch, who was now forcing Emily to drink more water.

“Like I said, trust me.” Derek said quietly as he left Spencer in the center of the kitchen to his thoughts. They were quickly interrupted as Rossi announced it was time for presents. Spencer grinned, this was what he was the most excited for. He had you for secret santa and he knew he really nailed his gift to you this year. He knew you better than anyone, and thanks to his eidetic memory, he knew everything that you had mentioned in passing were small things that you wanted. Including the necklace that you’d pointed out in the jewelry shop down the street from your apartments 8 months and 29 days ago, on your way to Starbucks. You gazed at it longingly every single time you passed by, but never could justify purchasing it for yourself.

“Alright kiddos, gather round.” Rossi said. Everyone made their way to the couches and sat as you helped to hand out presents.

“Morgan, these are yours. No one open anything until everyone has a gift!” You stared at Emily in particular, who grinned sheepishly. Hotch placed a hand on her leg and smiled at her, knowingly.

“JJ, this bag is yours. Hmm, Garcia this one is yours, Emily, Hotch,” You handed them out one by one. “Ah, here’s yours Spence.” You hauled a couple bags over, and his eyes widened at the sheer amount of stuff adorning both bags.

“Here’s yours, Rossi, and I just found mine!” You sat on the floor and crossed your legs out in front of you.

“Alright, how are we doing this?” Morgan asked, raising an eyebrow. “Do we all just open at the same time orrr…”

“No, someone can go first and each person who has the person opening goes next, makes sense?” Everyone nodded. “Rossi, you can go first since you oh so graciously hosted. And are letting us stay the night.” You added. Everyone laughed as David shook his head, quickly tearing into the bright wrapping paper. His jaw dropped slightly as he pulled out a box of cigars.

“I told you before, my dad was a cigar aficionado. I know what you like, Rossi.” Derek winked. Rossi rose and said a few words of excitement in Italian before kissing Derek on both cheeks and pulling him into a hug. He laughed and clapped Rossi on the back before returning to his seat, and digging into the gift bag in front of him.

“Alright, I see you secret santa!” Derek pulled out a Chicago Cubs baseball jersey, along with a few other baseball related things.

“I had to delve a bit more into the sports world than I’m used to, but i’m really glad you like it.” Emily smiled. He pulled her into a tight hug.

“Okay Em, you can go.” You wiggled your eyebrows as she fake glared, ripping her wrapping paper to shreds.

“Oh my God! I love it!” Prentiss held up a couple different books by her favorite author, Kurt Vonnegut. JJ grinned.

“Look deeper.” Prentiss dug deeper into the bag and pulled out a beautiful set of hand painted wine glasses.

“JJ, these are beautiful!” Prentiss gave her a hug and started taking them out of the box and passing them around to those that were drinking wine, or planned on it later. She disappeared into the kitchen to clean the glasses and fetch the wine.

“Alright JJ, it’s your turn!” You were especially eager for this one, knowing that Spencer would be coming up soon and you could finally see the look on his face. You’d had the gifts in your possession for 2 weeks and his turn could not come fast enough.

Finally, it was Spencer’s turn. You watched as he tore into the neatly wrapped gift box first. You knew he’d open that one first because it was the biggest box. He pulled the sweater out, seemingly confused at first, before it dawned on him.

“Oh my God, it’s a Halloween Christmas sweater! I love it!” He grinned and took off his blazer, revealing the tshirt beneath. He threw the sweater overtop and pulled the sleeves to his elbows, grinning with the joy of a little kid. He was so excited that he almost forgot about the other presents on the floor beside him. He finally made eye contact with you and you indicated he had other things to open. He sat back down, a slight blush crossing his cheeks as he opened the book and gift cards.

“I love everything, thank you so so much, (Y/N).” He said, the look on his face screaming genuine happiness and excitement.

“Actually, there’s one more thing.” He furrowed his eyebrows as you snuck around behind the tray, retrieving the tin of cookies you’d hidden back there, fully knowing the vulchers you called friends would find them if you put them anywhere else. Spencer’s jaw dropped.

“Are those your famous chocolate chip cookies?!” He asked, incredulous. He knew they were incredibly special to you, which is why it was so rare for you to make them. You grinned and nodded. He jumped up, threw the tin on the sofa, and pulled you into a hug. He picked you up a little, causing you to giggle uncontrollably.

“Thank you endlessly, (Y/N).” He said quietly, placing a chaste kiss on your cheek. A deep blush rose to your cheeks. As you both pulled away, you noticed Spencer was blushing like crazy too.

“I guess that leaves me!” You said, noticing everyone else had opened their presents. You grinned as you dug into yours, pulling out a Starbucks gift card, a new Starbucks tumbler to replace the one you broke a few weeks back, the anniversary copy of your favorite book, (Y/F/B), and finally, a small, blue velvet box was crammed at the very bottom of the back. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and opened it with a gasp. You snapped your head up to meet Spencer, who was grinning at you sheepishly, his cheeks tinted bright pink.

“I-I knew you’ve been l-looking at that necklace for months, so….” He trailed off, breaking eye contact to stare at the floor. He shoved his hands in his pockets. “If you don’t like it I can take it back,” You stared at him in awe as tears threatened.

“Spence,” You said breathlessly, touching the necklace with a careful finger. “I love it, thank you so much.” Everyone in the room shared a look, fully knowing what was coming. You and Spencer were so busy with each other, that you didn’t notice when Rossi silently ushered the others out of the room and into the hallway to watch.

“Would you mind putting it on for me?” You asked quietly, handing Spencer the small box with a shaky hand.

“S-sure.” Spencer silently cursed his shaking hands as he fiddled with the clasp for a minute, before it clicked into place.

“Thanks.” You glanced up at the tall, lanky Doctor, when something a few feet above his head caught your eye. You gestured up at it, catching his attention.

“Mistletoe.” You said quietly. You got up on your tiptoes and placed a warm, soft kiss on his cheek, earning a blush from Spencer. A weird look came across his face when he suddenly grabbed your face, and crashed his lips into yours. You immediately melted into both Spencer and the kiss, forgetting where you were for just a moment as it was just you and him, alone together.

You pulled apart for air breathlessly, as you looked into the face of what used to be your best friend. That barrier had absolutely been shattered, but when Spencer broke out into a small, shy smile, you knew that it was meant to be that way.

“I…. I’ve been in love with you for the last 4 and a half years. It didn’t take me long at all to realize that you were the most beautiful girl in the world, but when I realized how smart, funny, and caring you were? I knew it was over for me. I didn’t say anything for the last few years because I was afraid.”

“Afraid of what?” You whispered, placing a hand on his cheek. He leaned into your touch, and smiled a little more.

“Losing you.”

“You’ll never lose me. Not ever.” You shook your head defiantly, and placed another kiss on his lips. This one was much quicker, but filled with all the love and words that hadn’t been spoken until just now, and any words you could ever hope to say. Your friends cheered from beside you as you buried your head in Spencer’s chest, embarrassed. There were rounds and rounds of congratulations, told you so’s, and even a few bets had apparently been placed. You glared as they exchanged money and sheepish grins. You shook your head as you followed your friends into Rossi’s kitchen to continue getting your drink on.

**

It had been a few hours since Spencer’s confession, and to celebrate, you had accidentally had a few drinks too many. You started playing a drinking game with Derek and Prentiss that you had ceremoniously named “Beerio Cart”, and played several rounds since you were the champion. You grinned proudly, Spencer placing a plastic crown you all had found the last time you were at Rossi’s on top of your head, much to Derek’s ego’s chagrin. Following that, you had a few shots with Hotch and Garcia, followed up by the peppermint schnapps Penelope had prepared. Needless to say, the entire team was pretty hammered. IN the last few hours of the evening, Spencer had opted to drink more water and sober himself up slightly in order to save himself the pain the following day.

Rossi was on the same page as Spencer, not to mention the older Italian man’s tolerance was that of a bull. He could probably drink an entire bottle of wine and still be under the legal limit. He had retired to bed around 12:30am, fully aware that he was going to have to cook breakfast for his hungover “children” the following morning. You, Spencer, Prentiss, and Derek were the last ones awake, and now Derek had decided to retire to bed.

“Goodnight, and Merry Christmas.” Derek slurred, tripping up the stairs a little bit. It was the last round of Beerio Cart with Prentiss and Hotch that had done Derek in. Hotch had gone to bed shortly after that, Emily promising him that she would be up shortly after. That was 2 hours ago, and Emily was still downstairs with you and Spencer. She looked around, seeing that everyone except you two had gone to bed, and you were quickly crashing. She shrugged and stumbled up the stairs, managing to make it to her room with Hotch relatively easily. At least it was the first one at the top of the stairs.

Spencer turned his attention to you, and smiled warmly. You were starting to fall asleep standing up. He’d seen you do this a few times before, and usually was able to coax you into either laying your head on his lap if you were on the jet or on his shoulder if you were going to be in the SUVs.

“(Y/N), are you ready to go to bed?” You opened your eyes slowly and blinked, processing his question slowly. You nodded and rubbed your eyes, smearing your makeup all over the place. Spencer smiled a little and guided you to your room, sitting you on the bed.

“Close your eyes, love.” You complied quietly as Spencer gently wiped your makeup off. He tucked you into your bed and placed a kiss on your forehead, turning to leave. He felt you grab his wrist and turned around, caught totally off guard. You were sitting up, wearing your best puppy dog eyes face.

“Stay with me?” You said in such a soft voice, that made Spencer’s heart melt. He glanced at the door, then back at you, where you were still pleading with your eyes. He gave in, took off his shoes, and climbed in beside you. He wrapped an arm around you and you laid on his chest, quickly falling asleep to the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat.

***

You began stirring when the smell of pancakes wafted up the stairs and into your room. You scrunched your face at the harshness of the light peaking through the windows, and felt the onset headache.

“Fuck.” You whispered, rubbing your temples.

“Good morning.” Spencer said quietly beside you, sitting up to lean on his elbow. He donned his glasses and his scruff was already growing slightly.

“Good morning, Spence.” You said, your voice still raspy. You looked at the bedside table in search of your phone and saw two ibuprofen tablets and some water. You gulped them down gratefully and immediately felt relief.

You and Spencer made your way downstairs, greeting by the sight of your hungover friends, and Rossi, who was flipping pancakes and bacon at the stove.

“Oh look who decided to join us! The reigning Beerio Cart champion.” He smirked. You saw the crown sitting on the kitchen table and you grabbed it, placing it on top of your head.

“I stand by that wholeheartedly.” You said, folding your arms over your chest. Rossi shrugged.

“If you say so, kid.” You took a seat beside Hotch, who was rubbing circles into Emily’s back on the other side of him. She looked about as bad as you felt, and you instantly hoped you didn’t look like that, especially not in front of Spencer. As if he could hear your thoughts, he smiled at you, and you smiled back. You glanced down at his lips and flicked your eyes back up to meet his, when he closed the gap and pecked you on the lips. You grinned and a blush rose to your cheeks, as you munched on the pancakes Rossi set before you.

“Please tell me you two aren’t always going to be that sickeningly adorable.” Garcia said, wearing her sunglasses inside. You laughed a little, feeling a pain shoot through your brain. You groaned slightly, busying yourself with your pancakes. Spencer made you a bloody mary, spouted out facts about the origin of the drink, the useful properties of it, and anything else he’d known about it. You listened as you sipped, starting to feel just a little bit better. Whether that was with the help of the bloody mary or Spencer, you already knew the answer.

It was Spencer.

a/n: this is lowkey ass but here’s another request filled !!! if i don’t fill your request i am so sorry my inbox is VERY full and some of them get lost in the sauce!! 

word count: 2k

warnings: hints at smut but none actually, fluff as always

“Are you sure we can’t cancel?” Spencer whined, letting his hands come to rest on your hips. You had gone to the break room for a last minute pick-me-up before heading out to the bar with the team, not knowing that Spencer had followed you. It had been a long day with the completion of a case early in the afternoon, and the jet ride was only an hour and a half back to Quantico. You knew Spencer wasn’t fond of the bar scene on a good day, let alone after a long winded case.

“Spence, it’s okay, you don’t have to go if you really don’t want to.” You said leaning into him as you made your coffee. Spencer frowned and shook his head.

“No, I’ll go.” You handed Spencer the extra coffee you had made for him and he gulped it down gratefully, pausing to rub his eyes. You grinned and placed a kiss on his cheek before returning to your desk to grab a pair of new clothes. You went to the bathroom to change, and found Emily and JJ already in there, getting ready.

“Hey there!” Emily said, applying a fresh coat of lipstick.

“Did you convince Spence to join us?” JJ asked.

“Somehow yes. It took a lot of coaxing and a few promises of different things for when we get home tonight.” You giggled. Emily’s jaw dropped and JJ raised her eyebrows, sharing a look with Emily.

“Ooooh, dirty things?”

“I don’t kiss and tell!” You replied, fixing your makeup in the mirror. Emily and JJ shared your laughter and you went into the stall to get changed. You emerged in a red, off the shoulder top and a pair of red black skinny jeans with some calf-high heeled boots. You looked in the mirror and grinned at yourself. You looked like a badass. JJ and Emily had already finished and returned to the bullpen by the time you got changed, with Morgan and Spencer. Morgan whistled as you approached and Spencer stopped mid-conversation with JJ to drop his jaw. You knew that red was Spencer’s favorite color, so wearing it in this capacity was a huge thing for him. You grinned as he approached, resting his hands on your waist.

“You look absolutely gorgeous, my love.” He said quietly, placing a quick peck on your lips. Morgan whistled again, and you gave him the finger. He held his hands up in surrender and walked towards the doors, the rest of your team and you following him into the elevator, where Spencer grabbed your hand. Generally Spencer wasn’t a huge fan of PDA, however, he knew that it was your “love language” of sorts, so he would often compromise with small but sweet gestures; such as allowing his hands to rest on your hips or waist, holding your hand, or the occasional peck on the cheek or lips. It was small enough that Spencer was still comfortable, but it made you ridiculously happy.

You split up among yourselves in the parking lot, meeting up at the bar. Hotch promised Emily that he would take his own car there, to which Emily made a face. He gave a look with her that conveyed he had to do something he didn’t want to, such as having a conversation with the witch herself, Erin Strauss. Prentiss broke into a sympathetic smile as she climbed into the car and rocketed out of the parking lot. You plugged your phone into Spencer’s aux to try and get him a bit more perked up, so you put on one of your playlists that he hated the least; and actually had come to enjoy. He hummed along quietly, absentmindedly stroking his thumb across the top of your hand. You stared out the window and just appreciated the quiet time you got with your love. You arrived shortly later, and the drinking had commenced as soon as you and Spence walked in. Garcia shoved a Bay Breeze into your hand and forced you to chug it for being late.

You complied, shotgunned the drink, and slammed it back down on the bar with a cheer. Garcia seemed satisfied and you felt a hand on the small of your back; it was Spencer. He had a weird look on his face, following his gaze you quickly realized why- some guy at the bar was staring at your ass. His look quickly changed to a scowl as he pulled you in and placed a passionate kiss on your lips, to show the entire place you were entirely his. He pulled away and you quickly pecked his lips and smiled.

“I love you.” You said.

“I love you too.” Spence grinned and took a sip of his beer, grimacing at the taste. It was one of the alcoholic drinks he despised the least, but that was not to say that he was particularly fond of it. He couldn’t understand how Morgan was such a fan of the drink, but learned quickly not to ask questions. To each his own.

Spencer lost track of you rather quickly as you were a little ways away, at the other end of the bar, doing shots. Suddenly Spencer felt a presence behind him, and looked back to see Morgan.

“What’s up, Boy Wonder? You look a little lost.” Spencer frowned and shrugged.

“I just don’t like the party bar sort of scene, but I wanted to make (Y/N) happy.” Morgan chuckled and took a sip of his beer.

“Pretty boy, you are both very very sweet, and frankly quite whipped.” Spencer furrowed his eyebrows and looked at his friend, who was being beckoned by Garcia. Spencer followed behind and when you saw him, you lit up.

“Hey you,” You said, reaching out your hand. Spencer took it gratefully, and pulled you into a hug. You melted into him.

“You guys wanna grab a seat at the bar, get some apps and a few more drinks?” Morgan offered, taking Garica’s hand. You all agreed and Prentiss walked away to call Hotch, to see if he was on his way and if he wanted anything for when he got there.

Your time at the bar was relatively short lived before moving to a table to accommodate the group better. Morgan sat back with his arm slung around Garcia’s shoulders, who was getting closer to tipsy with every sip of her margarita. You were talking about first kisses, to which you felt Spencer tense up slightly beside you, like he so often did during these sorts of conversations.

“I mean, I kissed my childhood best friend on the playground, but I doubt that really counts.” You paused.

“Not really. It counts for something, but it’s not your real like, first kiss. Spill it, girl.” Morgan said, smirking.

“Alright, alright. I was a sophomore in high school; my best friend had this family friend who had a son a year younger than us, who went to high school with us. He was really sweet, but also very VERY quiet. We were sort of friends, in a sense. Like, we knew each other and would text back and forth sometimes, mostly about a bio class we had together, but regardless. I really liked him and he never expressed any real interest in me, other than just like smiling at me and getting close to me, which didn’t mean much. Anyway, my best friend and I went to a New Year’s Eve party at his house and we were mostly hanging out in the basement or floating around with the various kids we went to high school with, just hanging out and other teenager stuff. Lo and behold, it’s the countdown to midnight and he appeared at my side. It became midnight and he grabbed my hand so I would look at him, he took my head in his hands and just kissed me.” You smiled at the memory of the sweet boy who only lasted in your life for about a month.

Derek laughed, Garcia and Prentiss awed, and Spencer didn’t really express anything. He just took a quiet sip of his beer.

“Alright, I said. It’s your turn, Prentiss!” Her eyes widened as she shook her head.

“I don’t kiss and tell,” She smirked, echoing your words from earlier today. You rolled your eyes as Hotch approached the table.

“Saved by the bell.” You muttered as Emily stood, giving Hotch a quick peck on the lips. He smiled and sat beside her.

“Another round?” You offered, standing up with your now empty glass. You crossed the room and took a seat at the bar, waiting for the bartender to notice you. You saw someone sit beside you out of your peripheral and realized it was Garcia, who was grinning wickedly.

“Hi, Sweets.” She said, sounding entirely too innocent. You narrowed your eyes.

“What did you do?” You asked.

“Nothing!”

“Pen.”

“I didn’t do anything. I have an idea,” She smirked.

“Oh God, what?”

“I saw this hilarious thing on Twitter last night where you text your significant other something SUUUPER nasty when you’re in a public setting together to see how they react.” You considered it for a minute, when the bartender approached. You listed off the group’s order and he disappeared.

“You’ve caught my attention, Pen. Have you tried it with Derek?” She raised her eyebrow.

“Have I tried it. Please, honey. I’ve done it 4 times tonight alone, have you noticed him even FLINCH?” You glanced back at Morgan, who was clapping Hotch on the back. Your eyes wandered to Spencer, who was finally smiling, and looked like he was actually having a good time. Perfect opportunity.

“You’re on, Garcia. $20 says Spencer blushes, shifts in his seat, and looks down at the table.”

“Alright, I say he smirks, rests his head on his hand, and gives you that look he does right before you leave the BAU.” A flush filled your face as you realized that your allegedly “discreet” look was apparently not so discreet.

The bartender returned with the drinks seconds later, and you only had about a minute to come up with something GOOD. With the help of Garcia, you got to work crafting the dirtiest text you could think of that would earn you the response you were looking for from your boyfriend.

Spencer felt his phone vibrating in his pocket which immediately alarmed him, considering the few people that would actually text him were all sitting with him. Besides you, who had gone to the bar, but you wouldn’t have just disappeared and only sent a text. He furrowed his eyebrows as he read the text he received from you, immediately reacting the way you thought he would.

He quickly locked his phone and put it face down on the table, running a hand through his hair in discomfort. He felt the blood rushing to his cheeks, among other places, as he began shifting in his seat to try and discreetly make himself a bit more comfortable. He stared at the table, hard, as if he was going to burn a hole through it with his eyes. Meanwhile, you were collecting $20 from Garcia across the room, in tears from laughing so hard. With Penelope’s help you escorted the drinks back to the table, earning a few cheers from your friends. You sat beside Spencer and placed a casual hand on his thigh, making him squirm even more.

“Why did you do that?!” He whispered in your ear.

You simply smirked in response and took a sip of your drink.

“Let’s just say i’m now $20 richer.” Spencer narrowed his eyes at you before looking around the table, his eyes landing very quickly on Garcia. She was being uncharacteristically quiet and still leaning on Derek, but avoiding eye contact with Spencer. He scowled and she ignored it, trying to suppress her laughter.

You placed a chaste kiss on Spencer’s cheek and he shifted again, but grabbed your hand anyway. For what it was worth, Spencer was definitely very good at putting up with your mischievous ways.

You unlocked your phone to send someone a text, when you saw your own to Spencer. You grinned in spite of yourself.

I can’t think about anything besides you throwing me on the bar and ravaging me in every way you please. You know, kinda like last night…. I’ve never heard you say my name so loud.

I Just Wanna Be Close to You

request: 
blurb request! spencer reid x reader y/n getting super sad and mumbling thru tears “ just wanna be close to you”

a/n: okay i sat at my computer for a solid 10 minutes trying to figure out where and how i could run with this story and i think i figured out the perfect thing heheheeee

word count: 2.6k

warnings: slight angst (i guess? idek) and fluff! and jello. personally i hate jello

“Are you sure?” You overheard Morgan saying as you inspected the surrounding area, Spencer doing the same. “Alright, I’ll tell (Y/N) and Reid. Thanks.” He hung up the phone and turned to you.

“The lab was clean.” He said, frowning. “Where’s Reid?” You looked over your shoulder and came up empty, looking around a little more frantically.

“Spencer?” You called. No response.

“Reid!” Morgan called a little louder. Still no response.

You started running and screaming Spencer’s name, when you looked in the direction of the open front door. You ran up and started into the lab when Spencer ran out of nowhere and shoved you back, closing the door between you.

“Spencer what the hell are you doing?!” You asked, looking up at him.

“You have to get out of here now.” He said, locking the door.

“Spence i’m not-”

“Now, (Y/N)! The anthrax lab is in here! It’s too late for me, you have to leave! I’m so sorry.” Tears welled up in your eyes as you approached Morgan, who heard the entire conversation.

Hotch and the officers from downtown appeared shortly, you were sitting outside beside Morgan. You both stood as Hotch approached, already having been briefed by Morgan.

“It’s not your fault, (Y/L/N).” Hotch said.

“I should have gone in with him, at least then he wouldn’t be alone.” You muttered, wiping away a spare tear.

“Reid, we’re gonna get you out of there as quickly as possible, and get you to a hospital.” Hotch said into the phone. He put it on speaker in time for you to hear Spencer’s response.

“No.”

“NO?” You called.

“I’m already infected, that doesn’t mean I can’t help from in here. This guy must have created an antidote in the case of accidental self infection.” He said. Hotch remained quiet.

“Hotch, you gotta say something to him!” Morgan was angry with himself as well for not going in with Spencer. The idea of the kid dying ripped a hole in his chest.

“He’s right, Morgan.” Morgan shook his head and threw his hands up, walking away. You sat there, the sick feeling in your stomach becoming more and more potent. You and Spencer had only been dating for 5 months before this, the idea of already losing him was terrifying and entirely too real to you. You’d had too many close calls in your friendship alone, let alone during your short-lived relationship. Army men began setting up tents outside of the house. Reid was listing off everything that he could see in the room to get a better idea of who the new unsub was, and what his next move was since murdering Nichols. You and Morgan elected to stay with Reid while Hotch went to the BAU.

“Hey Garcia.”

“Hey, Reid.”

“No nicknames today, huh?”

“Not when you’re in there and we’re all out here. What can I do to help?” He could hear worry laced in her voice. He swallowed hard.

“I need to record, um, a couple of messages.” Spencer tried to will away the tears he felt coming.

“Sure thing, just give me one second.”

“You ready?”

“Go, Reid.”

“Hi, mom. This is Spencer, just calling to say that I love you and am so happy to be your son. You’re a great mom. Get it, Garcia?”

“Yep,” She sniffled slightly, hoping Reid didn’t hear her. He did.

“One more message, this one is for (Y/N). Hi there, love. Um, this is Spencer. I guess you figured that out when I called you love, at the beginning of this message.” He chuckled a little, and wiped away a tear that was falling. “Um, I don’t know how else to say it, but I love you, so much. Ever since your first week at the BAU, I’ve been in love with you. I’m so glad you allow me to love you every single day, and show you just how special you are to me. I’ll see you soon, I love you.” Garcia was now silently crying on the other end, and could barely choke out that she got both of his messages taken care of. He thanked her as the team in hazmat suits approached.

“I gotta go, thanks again Garcia.” He hung up and faced the doctor.

“Are you in any pain, Dr. Reid?” She asked. He swallowed and refused treatment, promising that he felt fine. He was actually beginning to sweat and his thoughts were clouding slightly, but he pushed through.

“I believe the antidote is in here somewhere, as a just in case precaution. He was a military scientist, so it won’t be out in the open.” Reid felt a cough rising in his throat, and panic setting in. He swallowed hard, again, and answered the incoming call he had been anticipating.

“Hey, Spence.” Your voice was thick. “I’m here with Morgan. How are you doing in there?”

“I’ve been better.” He laughed a little, leading to a small coughing fit. You felt your stomach knot harder.

“Stay with me, Spence. What can you tell us about the man Nichols was working with?” You could hear the shuffling of papers on Spencer’s end.

“I see a thesis with writing in the margins, like a professor would do for a student.” He began reading from the paper, almost verbatim to something Nichols had said earlier.

“I’ll call Garcia.” Derek walked away to do just that, and Spencer was coughing again. You sniffled.

“Hey, I’m okay, love. I’m gonna be fine!” Spencer tried, but failed, to sound even remotely convincing. How could he when he just gave Garcia his goodbye messages?

“We’re gonna catch this sonofabitch and get you out of there, I swear, Spence.” Tears were flowing freely now.

“Yeah, we are.”

“Here’s Morgan, Garcia found the unsub.” Spencer breathed a small sigh of relief.

“Get out of there, Pretty Boy.” Morgan said, clapping his phone shut. Spencer smiled and hung up his own phone, when the doctor approached.

“You were right, Reid. It wasn’t somewhere we would think to look.” She held up Nichols’s inhaler.

You watched as the men in the hazmat suits escorted Reid out of the house and into the tent, and started hosing him down.

“Spence.” You breathed, watching him react to the seemingly cold water and trying to approach him. He held out his hand.

“Go help Hotch.” He said, his voice rough from coughing.

“No, I’m staying here with you.” You said, crossing your arms. He knew arguing with you was futile, and that he needed to save his energy. “Morgan went with Hotch.” You could tell what he was thinking.

You tried to get closer, not caring about the consequences. He stopped you again, and met your eyes, brimming with fresh tears.

“I just want to be close to you.” Your tears spilled over and fell down your cheeks, as you suddenly felt Spencer’s hand delicately lift your head to meet his eyes. “I really thought we were going to lose you. I’ve never been so afraid.”

“They’re about to strip me naked, and scrub me down. Do you really wanna see that?” You tried to suppress a laugh. Spencer smiled a little.

“I’ll meet you outside. I’m riding with you in the ambulance.” Spencer seemed satisfied with the compromise and you exited the tent, pacing just outside as you could hear him coughing. You frowned and put your head in your hands, still worried about whether or not there was enough time to save him.

The doctor’s wheeled him out on a gurney a few minutes later, coughing his head off. You climbed in after him and grabbed his hand as he continued coughing, closing his eyes.

“How are you, Dr. Reid?” Doctor Kimura asked, hovering a stethoscope above Spencer’s chest.

“I’ve been better, honestly. But besides the coughing, I feel okay.” You frowned and rubbed your thumb across the top of his hand.

You arrived at the hospital shortly after and took a break to call the team, and alert them that Reid’s vitals were stabilizing.

“Hey Morgan, it’s (Y/N). Reid and I are at the hospital, I think he’s gonna be okay. He’s asleep now, but I think he’s gonna be okay. Call me when you get this, bye.” You clapped your phone shut and sat back, reading the book Reid had given you a couple of months ago that you often read on the jet rides home. It was very long, but very interesting, and since it was one of Spencer’s favorites that was actually in english, you promised him you would read it and tell him what you thought.

“Hey, Pretty Girl, we caught him.” Morgan said. You could hear the grin in his voice.

“Of course you guys did. Did you get to tackle him or did you apprehend him the less fun way?” You giggled.

“For your information, missy, I don’t get a kick out of tackling psychopaths.” He replied.

“I call bullshit.”

“Oh whatever. How’s our boy?”

“Still sleeping, but the anthrax is making its way out thanks to Spence finding the cure in the inhaler. Don’t tell him I said this, it might go to his head. He’s kind of a genius.” You pretended to whisper. Morgan chuckled on the other line and sighed.

“Something like that. Want me to meet you at the hospital?”

“Sure. There’s a ton of jello here, i’ve been munching on it as I wait for Spence to wake up.” You said, taking another bite.

“Whatever happened to you being so worried you couldn’t eat, like, 2 hours ago?” Morgan asked.

“Doctor Kimura said he was gonna be fine, he just needed time to rest. The worry left and the jello appeared. I don’t make the rules.” You said simply.

“Whatever, kiddo. See you in 20.” Morgan hung up before you could say anything else, and you returned to your book and your jello. Spencer stirred slightly, your heart leaping into your throat, only to turn slightly and let out a small snore. You giggled a little, and kept reading.

You made it about 4 chapters deep when Morgan finally showed, magazine in hand.

“Anything yet?” He asked, pulling up a chair beside you. You shook your head and opened another pack of jello, handing Morgan a green one.

“Ew, I hate the green. Give me a red,” He put the green back and opened the red, digging in as he flipped carelessly through his magazine. A raspy voice caught your attention.

“Is that jello?” You snapped your head up and were met by Spencer’s hazel eyes, glancing back and forth from the jello in your hand to your face.

“You’re awake!” You threw your book into Morgan’s lap and stood to go grab Dr. Kimura.

“Welcome back, Pretty Boy. Thought we lost you for a minute.” Spencer smiled weakly.

“I’m just glad you caught him, and that I found the antidote in the lab.” He rasped, eyeing up your jello.

“How are you feeling, Doctor?” Dr. Kimura asked from the doorway, smiling. She was extremely happy to see the young Doctor made a full recovery, and was going to be back to normal in a matter of days.

You stepped out from behind Dr. Kimura with an armful of jello, and a spoon. Spencer grinned like a child and took the orange one gratefully, shoving a huge spoonful into his mouth.

“Thank you.” He tried to sit up and winced slightly, falling back on his pillows.

“You gotta take it easy for a few days, Kid.” Morgan said, not looking up. Spencer sighed but closed his eyes as you pet his hair. A calm smile crossed his features and you smiled, so happy to have met someone as amazing as Doctor Spencer Reid, FBI agent.

Down the road……

The anthrax incident had been anything but forgotten, though moved past. Reid made a full recovery as expected, and was back to work in a matter of days, something that made you extremely happy. You had stopped by Starbucks like you did every morning, Spencer waiting for you in the car. Garcia had texted you that morning that she was running late and asked you to pick up her usual, and she decided to order yours and Spencer’s usuals as well. You grabbed the drinks and went out to the car, making your way through the morning D.C traffic with your love and plenty of caffeine.

You went straight to Penelope’s lair to deliver her coffee, when you heard Spencer’s voice on the other side. Had he gone a different way and beaten you there?

“Hi there, love. Um, this is Spencer. I guess you figured that out when I called you love, at the beginning of this message.” He chuckled a little, and wiped away a tear that was falling. “Um, I don’t know how else to say it, but I love you, so much. Ever since your first week at the BAU, I’ve been in love with you. I’m so glad you allow me to love you every single day, and show you just how special you are to me. I’ll see you soon, I love you” Your eyes widened. It sounded like he was rehearsing something. Was he proposing already? Or working out how to say “I love you”? Neither one of you had said it yet. You were prepared to, but wanted the moment to be just right. You also weren’t sure where Spence stood on the matter. You knew Spencer was absolutely the one, and you would marry him in a heartbeat, but wasn’t it a little bit early? You were barely living together by this point, marriage seemed a little bit down the road. You decided to enter, cautious.

“Hey, Pen, here’s your coffee.” You glanced around the small room, but there was no sign of Spencer anywhere. “Who were you talking to? It sounded like Spencer.” You eyed Penelope, who choked a little bit on her coffee. Her eyes widened.

“Uh, I was watching a Youtube video.” She said quickly, avoiding eye contact. You sat on the edge of her desk and looked down at her. She still refused to make eye contact, instead fiddling with a plastic ring adorning her middle finger.

“Pen, it sounded just like Spencer.” You pressed.

“Oh, fine! He didn’t want me to show you this but here it is.” Penelope replayed the message you had heard moments before, this time it was unmistakable. It was Spencer.

“When did he record this?” You asked, feeling as if you were out of breath.

“During the anthrax case, in case he didn’t get to say goodbye.” Penelope mumbled, looking guilty.

“Why didn’t you show me sooner? That… that was so sweet.”

“He didn’t want me to, he said it was unnecessary since he survived.” You set your mouth in a line and went to hunt down Spencer. You found him perched on Morgan’s desk, boring him about some Shakespeare play you had seen together over the weekend. You tucked on his sleeve and pulled him aside, interrupting him.

“Hello to you too. What’s up?” He seemed confused since you looked so angry, but weren’t using what he dubbed “your angry voice”.

“Why didn’t you tell me about the message you told Garcia to give me in case something happened to you during the anthrax case?” You asked, folding your arms across your chest. His eyes widened.

“I-I didn’t want to make you upset, uh,” He stammered, tucking his hair behind his ears.

“I love you too, Spence.” You whispered. He visibly relaxed. He smiled a little and pulled you into a tight hug.

“I meant every word I said, by the way.” He whispered in your ear. You closed your eyes and nudged your head deeper into his shoulder.

“Good.” You stayed like that for a few minutes until Morgan walked by and whistled, causing both of you to turn bright red and go back to your desks.

i think this is actually the longest fic i’ve written to date, goddamn. as always, i really really ran with this one. **LOOSELY BASED OFF OF SEASON 4 EPISODE 9 “52 Pickup”.

word count: 3.8k

warnings: none, some angst and some fluff.

“So you think he’s taking classes on how to talk to women?” Prentiss asked, incredulous. You tried to surprise your giggles, causing the others to look at you.

“Maybe Reid should try that,” Spencer’s face reddened as he busied himself with the file, pretending to read through it. You could tell he was faking because it never took him that long to study a file.

“I’m kidding, Spence.” You said a short time later, suddenly feeling guilty. Spencer looked up at you and nodded, tight lipped. He returned to the book he was reading. You shook your head and headed to the back of the jet to make yourself a coffee and take a break for a little while. Your peace, however, was short lived. Morgan strolled back and started making himself a cup of coffee while you waited for yours to finish brewing. He looked at you, eyebrows raised.

“What’s on your mind, Sweet Thing?” He asked.

“I feel really bad about what I said to Spencer.” You said quietly, taking a long sip of your coffee. Derek chuckled.

“I know why you said it, can’t say I blame you entirely.” You narrowed your eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh nothing, nothing at all.”

“Morgan.” Your tone raised slightly.

“Alright fine, you can put the angry eyes away. All I meant was that I can see the way you look at him, and you’re frustrated that he hasn’t made any sort of moves.” He said, leaning against the counter and raising his eyebrows again. “Am I wrong?”

Your answer was you walking away. He was completely on track, but you couldn’t bear to say the words out loud just yet. There wasn’t much hope on your end in terms of Spencer feeling the same way about you that you do him, so what was the point of hoping? It just lead to high expectations and low outcomes. You forced yourself to concentrate on the case file for the rest of the ride, briefly glancing at Spencer here and there; you made eye contact 3 times.

Although the jet ride was painfully quiet, the arrival on the scene was nowhere near as heavy. Well, in a sense. You were staring a dead woman in the face who looked just a little bit too much like you for your taste, and you could tell Prentiss was having similar thoughts.

“I guess we have to go pay this “Viper” guy a visit.” Spencer said behind you, quietly. You turned and looked at him, eyebrows raised. It was the first thing he’d said to you since the jet.

“Okay, I’ll grab the keys from Hotch.” You turned on your heel and headed in Hotch’s direction as Morgan approached Reid.

“I see the way you look at her, you know.” Morgan said from behind him, frightening Reid slightly. He tucked a piece of hair behind his ear, and made a confused face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said quietly, walking to the car you hopped in.

“Those two are made for each other, goddamn.” Morgan said to no one in particular. Meanwhile, your ride to Viper’s class was a little too quiet for your liking. You broke the silence and turned the radio down slightly.

“I’m sorry, Spencer.” He looked at you suddenly, as if lost in his own thoughts.

“For what?” He frowned.

“For what I said on the jet, that was unfair and I’m sorry.” Spencer was quiet for a minute, contemplating.

“I really am, Spence.”

“No no I know, I accept your apology. I was just thinking, what if that was the reason the unsub had taken the class in the first place?” You paused, waiting for him to continue. He had something.

“Meaning that if a woman in his life, whether it was a girlfriend, wife, or maybe a female in a club, made him feel small and that he was unable to pick up women. Maybe he’s impotent and he’s out to prove a point.” You grinned and touched Spencer’s arm lightly, retracting when you remembered his disdain for being touched. His facial expression faltered, but was replaced quickly when he called Hotch.

“You are such a genius, Boy Wonder.” He smiled and looked at his hands in his lap, feeling warmth spread through his body.

The drive through downtown Atlanta was an easy one, you having spent the majority of your early to late teens and 20s driving all through downtown D.C. You arrived at the community center rather quickly, and found Viper in a seminar room on the first floor.

“This is the jungle, my friends, and you are the predators.” He said to his class, earning a round of applause.

As you and Spencer approached, he looked you up and down hungrily, licking his lips.

“Well hello there, gorgeous. Fortunately for you my class just let out, and I happen to have an hour until my ne-”

“My name is Doctor Spencer Reid and I’m with the FBI Behavioural Analysis Unit, and this is Agent (Y/L/N).” Viper tore his prying eyes away from you for a moment to look Spencer up and down, clearly unimpressed.

“Sure, sure. What can I do for you, Agents?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“This is regarding your, uh, class. Have you seen any sort of suspicious people or any of your students acting out of the ordinary?” Reid said, sticking his hands in his pockets.

“All my students are out of the ordinary, otherwise they wouldn’t need me to guide them.” He returned his attention to you, with a smirk.

“I, however, am the master. Picking up women is my profession and my dedication.” You rolled your eyes.

“We need to see a list of your students.” You said, monotone.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Sweetheart.”

“We will come back with a warrant.” You glared. Men like Viper made you sick.

“Alright, fine, Miss. Agent. You’ll get the roster. You can have anything else you want, you just have to ask nicely.” Viper leaned in closer and Spencer moved forward, almost shielding you.

“Oh, Dr. Reid, moving to protect the lady, hmm? How often do you have to rely on that title of yours to help you bring women home?” He almost laughed.

“Frankly, “Viper”, the way you talk to women is completely demeaning and utterly disgusting. We will come back with a warrant and will be investigating your supposed alibis, because right now you are a prime suspect in a murder investigation.” Spencer got in Viper’s face, his face as cold as stone. You’d never seen him get his back up in this way, usually it was Morgan.

“I have receipts to back up my whereabouts last night, for your information.”

“If you have any questions, call the Atlanta police department.” You said quietly, handing him a card with the number written out on the back. He looked you up and down one more time and replaced the ridiculous furry hat back on his head.

You followed Spencer out the door and back to the car, almost unable to keep up with his pace.

“Spence, what’s up?” He looked out the window, not saying anything. You could sense his anger.

“What’s wrong?” You pressed.

“I don’t like the way Viper was looking at you or talking to you.” He spat. “He was looking at you the way a predator looks at literal prey; you are so much more than that.”

Your face softened, and you rested a hand on his shoulder.

“I appreciate you standing up for me, that was very sweet.” You whispered, giving him a small smile. His heart fluttered, and he mustered up a small smile in return.

“Anytime, (Y/N/N).” He looked back out the window and subconsciously unclenched his fists at your sides, making you smile a little more.

Your ride back to the police station was very quiet, Spencer was still angry at Viper’s disgusting nature, and was completely against Morgan and Hotch’s idea to send you into a club as bait.

“This is ridiculous!” He said, crossing his arms.

“Spence, it’s fine. If it’s what I have to do, then it’s what I have to do.” You said, beginning to get frustrated. You appreciated more than anything how much Spencer cared, it made your heart do backflips, but you could take care of yourself. You’d been an FBI agent for 4 and a half years, and trained with Morgan regularly. Worst case scenario, you could handle yourself.

“It’s not fine, (Y/N). You were already subjected to Viper once today, now you have to go act as the prey for the unsub? What if he kidnaps you?”

“Reid, we’re going to be stationed at the bar and on the floor handing out fliers. Nothing is going to happen.” Spencer walked out of the room, Prentiss following close behind.

You crossed your arms and huffed. Hotch looked at you, and then looked away. You knew what you had to do, and you were determined to save some lives tonight, whether Spencer liked it or not.

“Are you ladies almost ready?” Hotch said on the other side of the door.

“Yeah, Hotch, we’ll be out in 5 minutes.” Emily called back. You could hear Hotch’s retreating footsteps, and resumed your conversation.

“Did he really say that?” Emily asked, securing an earring.

“Yep. Verbatim.”

“Wow, I can’t believe Reid had the guts to stand up to Viper like that, or that Viper even had the audacity to say something like that!”

“When you’re a misogynistic narcissist, anything is possible.”

Emily laughed in response as you looked at yourself in the full body mirror, smiling a little bit. As much as you hated to admit it, you did look good. You were in a tight red dress with a plunging neckline, gold jewelry, and red heels. You adorned a smokey eye look and teased your hair, completing the outfit. If nothing else, you were definitely ready for the club. Prentiss’s outfit was similar, except black with silver accessories. You opened the door to find your knights awaiting, and a few dropped jaws.

“Phew, you ladies clean up nice. You sure you’re alright with this?” Morgan said, directing the question at you.

“Yeah. Where’s Reid?” You asked, Spencer nowhere in sight. Morgan frowned and stuck his hands in his pockets.

“He’s waiting in the car.” Hotch said, looking at Morgan. Morgan shrugged his shoulders as you followed them to the car you were set to take, separately from the rest of the team so it looked like you were going in on your own.

“Spencer’s jaw would drop harder than Morgan’s if he saw you back there,” Emily said, a knowing look crossing her features. You snorted a little.

“Yeah right, he wouldn’t notice anything was different.” Months ago on a ladies night with Emily, JJ, and Penelope, you’d confessed your crush on Spencer to them after a few glasses of wine too many. Since then, they’d done everything they could to try and make sure you two would get together, but to no avail. Either Spencer was pretty good at hiding his true feelings, or he just did not feel the same way.

You were hoping for option 1.

You arrived at the club a lot sooner than you would’ve liked, and entered beside Prentiss.

“Just pretend like it’s another ladies night.” She said. You nodded and headed straight for the bar while she went to find a hightop to stand at.

“Two margaritas, please.” You told the bartender, who flashed a white smile. You smiled back softly and looked at the sea of people crowding the dance floor, looking for any sort of activity that caught your eye. On the other side of the bar, something did catch your eye. Spencer. He was staring at you, and when he noticed you looking back, he reverted his attention to Morgan. You frowned, and thanked the bartender.

“Spence was staring at me.” You said as you placed your drinks on the table. Prentiss raised her eyebrows and nodded at Morgan, who nodded back. He and Spencer moved slightly away from the bar to pass out fliers and ask if anyone had seen the man from the sketch.

You mindlessly sipped your marg when a familiar scent hit your nose, and rose your eyes to meet Viper’s.

“Oh no.” You said, giving Prentiss a look.

“Hello again, fancy meeting you here. Decide to take me up on my offer to see me on my turf?” He asked.

“No.” You said.

“Well, maybe I can pique your friend’s interest here. How are you, Sweetheart?” Prentiss glared.

“Here to prey on some younger women?” She asked, cocking an eyebrow. Viper frowned, but recovered quickly.

“If that means you, then yes ma’am. To what do I owe the pleasure?” He asked, trying to take her hand. She snapped her hand back to her body, and looked annoyed.

“If you aren’t here to help us, walk away.” She said, clenching her teeth. Viper shrugged and headed back in the direction of the bar, probably to find some other poor soul.

“He is not real.”

“I wish that were true.” You both took a long drag from your drinks, and found your eyes wandering towards the tall, curly haired genius. It was hard to find him at first, until you picked him out as the most uncomfortable man in the room. Morgan was beside him, also without any fliers, pointing to various women in the room. Spencer was nodding, as if taking mental notes about whatever Morgan was saying.

“Women like it when you can make them laugh. I know your sense of humor is a bit questionable, but if you can get her laughing, you’re definitely on your way there.” Spencer nodded, finding his gaze locked on you. You looked absolutely stunning in your red dress, barely coming above your knees. Your makeup accentuated your gorgeous eyes and your hair framed your face, and Spencer was breathless.

“Hey, stay with me, Pretty Boy. These tips can work on her too, I promise.” He nodded in your direction with a knowing smirk. Spencer’s cheeks flushed and he turned his attention to the bartender, who was talking to a couple of younger girls. He approached her and gave her a shy smile and a wave, pulling a spare flier from his pocket.

“Have you seen this guy walking around tonight?” He asked. The bartender shook her head and moved on to the man next to her, filling a drink order as she spoke.

“He looks familiar, but so do all the men I come across around here. He’s a common character.” She nodded to the paper in Spencer’s hand. She clearly wasn’t interested, too busy to be.

“Alright, then can I ask you something?” He said, shoving his hands deep in his pockets. She placed the drink down in front of the man next to him, turning her attention back to Spencer.

“Shoot.” She looked down the bar and saw that the other bartender had taken a few guests at a time, so she had a free minute.

Now he was across the room, talking to the female bartender. He was performing a magic trick for her, causing your blood to boil. She was giggling and touching his arm, and you could see the blush on his cheeks from across the room.

You grabbed your drink and were ready to march over there, when Prentiss caught your arm.

“I think I know who the unsub is,” You looked at her, thoughts of Spencer long forgotten.

“I was thinking about what you were saying about Viper’s speech today- the thing about squashing the queen bee.” Sparks collided in your brain as your eyes widened, connecting the dots.

“I’ll grab Spencer and Morgan, tell Hotch and let’s get out of here.” You chugged the rest of the margarita and felt it immediately, marching over to Spencer and Morgan much more confidently than you should have.

“We know who the unsub is,” You said, primarily to Morgan.

“Who?” Spencer asked, abandoning the magic trick and the bartender. She walked away without a second glance. Your glare hardened as you turned on your heel, walking out of the bar.

Morgan and Reid looked at each other before following you outside, watching as you jumped in the car with Prentiss and Hotch. Rossi pulled up in a car beside them, and they hopped in too. Spencer and Morgan put their vests on in the car and Spencer allowed his mind to wander. You’d looked so angry back there. Did he say something? He was only angry on your behalf earlier, he didn’t think you would be upset with him for something so trivial. He frowned as you all pulled up outside of the house.

You hopped out after Prentiss, still in your dress, but changed into black high top converse. You looked somehow even better with the dress and the converse, your hair still wild and free. Spencer gulped as he unholstered his gun, following behind Morgan. You were the first to enter the house, clearing almost half of the downstairs by the time Morgan and Reid caught up. You started up the stairs when you’d heard a crash from behind a door.

“He’s in there!” You yelled, jumping down the stairs to kick down the basement door. “FBI you’re under arrest!” You screamed down the stairs, making your way down with Morgan hot on your heels.

“Put your weapon down.” Morgan said, aiming right for his head. The unsub simply laughed.

“Or what, you’ll shoot me, pretty girl? I don’t think so.” The unsub inched closer, and you trained your gun on his head.

“One more step and you die. I don’t really think you want that, though.” You remained firm, and the unsub lost his nerve. The knife clattered as it hit the ground, the victim crying as she wriggled in her restraints behind him.

Morgan cuffed him and forced him upstairs, and as Reid approached you, you followed behind them. Reid frowned once more and followed Prentiss and Rossi back upstairs. Luckily, the unsub had slipped up and led the trail right to his home and the latest victim, who you were able to save. No harm had come to her when you had gotten there, although the disemboweling seemed like it was about to begin. It was safe to say she was scarred psychologically.

You stood a bit apart, arms crossed over your chest. You didn’t even hear Spencer approach.

“I don’t think I got the chance to tell you this, neither at the club or at the police station. You look beautiful,” Spencer’s brown eyes glistened, boring into yours.

“Thanks.” You said.

“I can tell by your tone and body language that you’re upset with me, but I still haven’t quite worked out why.” He pressed, standing in front of you, hands in his pockets.

“You don’t think I can handle myself.” You said, raising your eyes to meet his. He scrunched his face in confusion.

“I never said that.”

“You didn’t have to; it was the way you were so angry at the police station earlier today. It didn’t seem like you thought I could do it or handle it.” You glared. Your expression softened when Spencer frowned.

“I didn’t mean to make you think that, I was just worried about you. I don’t know what I would do with myself if anything happened to you,” Spence said quietly, taking your hand in his. All your anger dissipated the moment he took your hand.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

You were quiet for a minute, contemplating bringing up what you saw between Spencer and the bartender. You decided against it, and opted to give him a hug.

“I appreciate how much you care, Spence.” You said into his shoulder. He gratefully returned the hug, elated that you were no longer angry with him. You both pulled away and rejoined your team, heading for the jet. You both slept the entire plane ride, since you were able to change into a pair of leggings and a hoodie. Spencer’s hoodie.

Spencer walked you to your car as he did after most cases, just so he could be secure in knowing you were safe for another night. You had been debating the entire walk whether or not it was a good idea to bring up the bartender, and you eventually decided to ask. You had to know whether or not to move on.

“Spence,” You broke the silence as you approached your car. He turned his attention to you, his eyes tired. “Whatever happened with the bartender from the club?” You asked, absentmindedly picking at your nails. He picked up on it right away, and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

“What do you mean?” He took your hand to stop your nail picking. You frowned. He rubbed his thumb across your knuckles to prompt you to continue.

“You were flirting with her and I wasn’t sure how it went.” You hadn’t thought past asking the question, therefore you didn’t have a very good reason why you were asking. Spencer looked unconvinced, but decided to bite anyway.

“Nothing happened, I didn’t get her number or anything. She wasn’t really my type.” He said, nodding. You nodded in return and smiled. He smiled, but furrowed his eyebrows further. “Why?” He smirked a little.

“I was just curious.”

“Uh huh. What’s the actual reason?”

“I WAS curious!”

“With ulterior motives, I’m sure.”

You shifted your weight between your feet, suddenly uncomfortable under his gaze. He raised his eyebrows and closed the already shrinking gap between you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. He pulled away and raised his eyebrows as if to ask, “Is that why?”. You reached up and pulled his face back down to yours in another soft, warm kiss.

“Yeah. I was a little bit jealous.” You said, slightly breathless. Spencer smiled softly, and intertwined your fingers.

“Why were you jealous?” You sighed, and smiled up at him.

“Because I like you, dummy.” His eyebrows shot up as if you told him the secret to curing cancer, and slowly processed a response.

“I-I like you too.” You pressed a final kiss to his warm lips and grinned into it, letting your forehead come to rest against yours.

“I should have known the way you were drooling over me in that dress.” You whispered. He looked away and swallowed, running a hand through his hair.

“Goodnight, Spence.” You rolled your eyes as you threw your go bag in your back seat. He was grinning like a doofus as he made his way to his car, receiving a text from you as soon as he got in.

“You’re such a little dork, Reid. You’re lucky you’re adorable.” The warm feeling washed over Spencer once again as he held his phone to his chest, smiling like an idiot his entire drive home.

Stolen Kisses

Aaron Hotchner x con!artist reader

CW: manipulation, smut, choking, unprotected sex, degradation, sort’ve hate sex at this point tbh, alcohol, orgasm denial, begging.

WC: 2.2K

Comments/ Reblogs are greatly appreciated and highly motivating :)

You swiped through the hangers until you found the outfit you were looking for. Each outfit was wildly different from the one before it, one for each scenario you could possibly get yourself into. Shoes were lined up underneath each one, jewelry and accessories sealed in plastic bags pinned to the dress. It was el incredibly meticulous they even index cards labeled each set, because each outfit, held a new personality.

These types of tasks were always your favorite. Rich men were always your easiest target. They were pathetic, gullible, insufferable men.

Carefully slipping the long black dress off its hanger, you thumbed over the index card, reading the blue ink you had neatly scrawled out yesterday.

“ Aaron Hotchner, 42 years old, unspecified high-income job, 6’2, brown hair, brown eyes. Divorced, interest in psychology, triathlons, coin collections.”

Nothing seemed off, from his personality shrunk down on an index card. He was your typical target. They were almost always rich, and either divorced or cheating on their wives. No alarms went off in your head, no suspicion was raised before this date. You prided yourself on being able to read people, especially people like Aaron Hotchner. But did you even know who Aaron Hotchner was? No, and you most certainly paid the price for assuming you did.

“ Miss. Hugo?” That was your first slip-up of the night. Forgetting your name when Aaron Hotchner called, or at least your name for tonight. After a moment of recognition, you turned your head over your shoulder, recognizing the man instantly.

His suit was well fitted, the black jacket unable to hide his sharply defined body. A red silk tie was perfectly pressed, sitting against his chest. Even his shoes looked like they’d been polished an obsessive amount of times.

Brushing your palms across the fabric on your hips, you took a deep breath, looking up at him with a soft flirty smile. “ Aaron?” Your heels clicked across the tile floor as you walked across the restaurant.

He leaned in for a soft hug, and when he did, your hands skillfully loosened the knife of his tie without detection. When you pulled away, his hand remained on your lower back as the hostess led you to a table in the back.

You let out a soft chuckle before you sat down, tilting your head down towards his tie. He looked confused and slightly embarrassed. He was the type to take pride in being the best dressed.

You stepped in, gently reaching for the tie. Taking your time, you straightened it out before carefully beginning to re-tie it. His cologne filled your nostrils and when you placed one hand lightly on his chest, his eyes quickly filled with a flash of lust. You smiled brightly, straightening the tie before you sat down. “There you go.”

It started with basic small talk, casually sipping drinks, and ordering meals. Once the food arrived at your table you became more curious. “ So what do you do for work?” You asked, focusing on cutting your food to not appear overly interested.

“ I work for the FBI.” He stated calmly as if he just announced he worked in retail. This made your heart beat a little faster. Could he figure you out? He’d already fallen for every trick in the book you’d used so far, and he didn’t seem skeptical of you in the slightest. He chuckled lowly at your scared expression. “ Not impressed? Most women are.” He stated smugly, sipping at his drink.

You laughed airily, shielding your eyes downward. “ No it’s just-“ You stopped twirling your fork when he interrupted.

“ You’re fine, I was teasing. You ready to get out of here?” He suggested, signing off the bill before sliding it into the center of the table.

He swooped around as you stepped outside, opening the car door. You thanked him with a smile, watching as he climbed into the driver’s seat. “ Your house or mine?” He questioned, eyes darkening just slightly.”

“ Yours sounds lovely.” You played along, replicating his delicate language as if his question wasn’t asking which property you’d like to fuck at.

Sometimes, just sometimes you could wish they just wanted to watch a movie or have q drink, but you worked with these men every month. It was never what they were looking for. That hope was long gone, so now you just beat them at their own game.

You tugged down your black dress down to your knees, fidgeting in your sweet until Aaron placed a firm hand on your upper thigh. He smirked when he caught the hitch in your breath.

The rest of the ride was silent until he pulled into the parking lot of a large apartment complex. Everything about it screamed wealth. The sliding glass doors, furnished lobby, and four elevators you spotted when you walked in.

Once again, his hand slid down your back, guiding you forward towards his apartment. Stepping inside the dark apartment, you leaned against the wall, sleeping off your heels. You gasped as his hand snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against his body. Your nostrils filled with pine cologne as you stumbled backward with a rough kiss. With The hand that wasn’t holding you up, he reached behind him fumbling with the light switch. Tugging at his tie toy pulled it over his head, tossing it somewhere across the room. Plucking up his collar he groaned against your lips when your hands slid under the fabric nails lightly scratching down his chest.

One hand grasped your wrist in one snatch, pulling them downwards. “ I’ll meet you in the bedroom, give me a sec,” he commanded out of breath as he raised his finger towards a retreating hallway before heading in the opposite direction.

Turning around you watched me disappear. Figuring this was your chance, slipping into the first room you came across, you quietly shut the door behind you.

Looking around you assumed it was a guest bedroom or used for storage. A gasp fell from your lips as you opened the very first drawer. Diamonds sat neatly on top of velvet, expensive and looking way too new to have belonged to the ex-wife he mentioned earlier. Which worked out better for you, morally speaking.

There was still no sound of padded footsteps coming your way. Stealthily you slid the necklace out of the drawer, dropping it into your pocket. Now for the matter of getting out of here. You rarely resorted to actually sleeping with a man to complete the job, most of the time you got out safely before that.

Dropping the necklace into your pocket, it landed with a soft clink. Looking around you realized you’d have to exit through the same door you came in.

That strange calmness that came whenever a mission was running smoothly settled over you. Slipping out into the hallway, the lock clicked shut behind you. Inhaling with a breath of relief, it got caught in your throat, or rather someone stopped it.

A large hand wrapped around your throat, making your heart beat a mile a minute. Ice cold lips and breathe that still smelled of sour whiskey brushed across your ear. “ Not the necklace you were looking for?” He chuckled lowly, making your chest tighten.

Every muscle in your body had froze. This has never happened before. You were also successful. No one had ever been smart enough to figure you out before, except Mr. Hotchner.

His hands snaked around your waist, plucking the diamonds from your pocket. “ Don’t you think you have to pay for these sweetheart?” He drawled lowly, dangling the strand of stones in front of you.

You laughed nervously, wriggling under his grip. “ You know what, how about you keep the necklace, and I’ll just head on out.” You stepped away, gasping as he caught your fingertips, harshly pulling you in. Catching you off balance, you braced a hand against his chest to catch yourself.

“ I believe,” he started placing his hand over your hand that was still propped against his chest. “ You’re supposed to pay for what you take. You don’t seem like someone who usually follows through with their promises.”

“ How long have you known?” You whispered breathlessly, shakily stepping away.

He walked over, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. He must have known you felt like your feet were glued to the floor because he trusted you long enough to walk away. “ Since the moment you walked into the restaurant. What I want to know, is how many guys you conned with sex with?” He asked, swirling his drink around. He sat down in an armchair in the corner, leaving you standing in front of him.

“ With sex? 0, the promise of sex? More than a handful,” you stated, uncrossing and crossing your legs. Something about his hard stare was unsettling. You sighed, looking around for your shoes. “ So what do you want money-“

A strong scent of cologne was you’re only warning before you found yourself pressed against the wall before. Desperate lips wrapped around yours, light stubble scratching the against your cheek. His knee was pressed against the wall between your legs, keeping you raised, so your toes barely brushed against the ground. “ I want what you came here for.” He mumbled against your neck. You dropped your head back against the fall with a gasp. “ You know what? I can do that.”

Reaching to tug his tie loose, your jaw dropped as you found your wrists pinned above your heads “ No, this time, I’m in control.” He stated with gritted teeth. “ Something I’m sure you’re not used to.” He added smugly.

“ Yes sir,” rolled off your tongue, dripping in sarcasm. No sooner had the words left your mouth, had his hands returned around your throat.

“ If I had known you were going to be this mouthy, I would have filled it a long time ago.” He complained, tugging down the zipper of your dress impatiently. Stripping off the rest of your clothes, you sat on the edge of the bed, trying to hide your reaction to his words as he finished undressing.

“ Took you long enough, “ you snarked, as he climbed onto the bed, and you straddled his waist.

“ Would’ve fucked you in the backseat of my car, if you didn’t think all your silly little tricks were still working on me.” He snapped back, snapping your hips down into the mattress. “ And like I said, I’m in control. Looks like it would take a hard fuck to get that into your stupid little brain.” He grumbled.

You rested your hands behind your head casually egging him on. “ Then do it. All I’ve seen is an awful lot of talk-“ You choked on your words as he harshly thrusted inside of you causing you to grab at his biceps.

“ Fuck,” you panted, trying to bury your head in a pillow. One thing you were not going to give him was the satisfaction of being right. Grabbing your chin, he tilted your head to look at him. “ What was that sweetheart?”

“ You’re pretty cocky for an old men.” You kept going, pretty brave for someone currently stretching from a cock stretching them out.

“ Like you’re little boyfriends could do better?” He scoffed, softly slapping your clit. A sharp whine left your mouth from the painful stimulation and Aaron saw it as the opportunity to plunge two fingers in your mouth, swirling them around. You felt him twitch inside you when you gagged on his fingers.

Just as you were reaching your climax, Hotch began to slow down. You cried out in frustration, pulling his chest flush against yours. “ I was so close-“ Tears gathered in the corner of your eyes. But Hotch didn’t fall for it, simply brushing them away with his thumb.

“ Beg for it.” He growled, pressing soft kisses down your neck as he waited for your response.

Your head snapped up in shock and you shook your head. Your mind was foggy and distracted by his lips on your body.

“ Beg me to let you come.” He stated clearly, running his hands down your inner thighs. “ Your orgasms belong to me.” He smirked, watching your back arch as he pressed a soft kiss to your clit.

Your hands wove through his hair as your breathing became shallow. “ Please, just fuck me. I’ll do anything you want just let me come, ple- fuck.” You shuddered in delight as he slowly rolled his hips, his thick cock protruding past your slick walls.

“ You be okay being my little fuck toy hm? You’d be willing to submit to me and only me doll.” He taunted, enjoying the way you wriggled underneath him.

“ I’m all yours Aaron.” You mumbled, stars spotting your vision. As your body seemed to tremble, his hand slipped under your back, slowly guiding you. He whispered softly possessive phrases in your ear, though you only registered half of them through the pain and pleasure.

Dropping your hands above your head, your body went limp and you let out a shaky breath. “ Fuck.”

Hotch chuckled, scrambling up for a washcloth to clean your sticky thighs. Handing you a bottle of water, he sat down next to you. “ So if I offer you a second date, promise nothing to steal anything.” He held out his hand cheesily and you shook it with an eye roll.

Upcoming Fic

Aaron Hotchner x con-artist reader

A large hand wrapped around your throat, making your heart beat a mile a minute. Ice cold lips and breathe that still smelled of sour whiskey brushed across your ear. “ Not the necklace you were looking for?” He chuckled lowly, making your chest tighten.

Emily: *mutters lyrics under her breath*

Reid: Hey, what’s that song? I don’t recognise the tune.

Emily: It’s called WAP.

Reid: WAP? That’s a strange title. What does it mean?

Emily: It stands for Wet-

Hotch: *runs towards her* EMILY, NOOOOO.

liar-or-lawyer:

i’m not sure if this has already happened but if it hasn’t here it is:

i really want to see an episode of criminal minds where they save a kid from an unsub and the first person that the kid sees is hotch.

the kid attaches themselves to hotch and refuses to do any interviews or anything unless he’s there.

like the kid’s freaking out and crying and asking for “that nice man in the suit” and finally calms down when he gets there.

anyway i just think that’d be cute

uhmm.. Sir??

Since y'all love this black vibe with Aaron. Here you go.

fine.

obsessive-aspie-girl:

obsessive-aspie-girl:

obsessive-aspie-girl:

obsessive-aspie-girl:

Okay I’m re-watching my seasons of Criminal Minds starting at season 1. Usually I start a little later at like 3 or 4. I’ve loved this show for over a decade and all of its characters (except for the last like 3 seasons because they piss me off,) but–anyway–for some reason Gideon is pissing me off…? Like maybe it’s because I know he leaves and it effects Reid for a very long time but the way he’s treating Spencer as I watch (I’m on episode… 7… I think..) is making me really angry.

Has anyone else ever has this happen?? Like I thought I loved Gideon? I still adore his profiling methods and everything but certain things are pissing me off.

Anyone have thoughts on this?? An opinion? Advice?

Also, FUN-FACT-that-I-just-realized: in the episode “L.D.S.K.” (1x6), Hotch says he’s worked with Reid for 3 years, and in “Plain Sight” (1x4), they’re celebrating Reid’s 24th birthday – which means Spencer was barely 21 when he started. Which is insane! I’m old enough now to realize how young he was when he started – like holy shit! My respect for Dr. Reid increased even more, lol.

Edit: You know what? Elle is pissing me off too. But like in the exact opposite way Gideon is? The way she treats everyone is fine and she’s absolutely beautiful as always but her profiling just seems weird all the sudden, and her personality seems…one dimensional, maybe? Almost like her “hating” (as in taking them down–be it physically or verbally–rolling her eyes, or scoffing at them) men is her only personality trait? Idk. Maybe I’m just comparing them to Rossi and Prentiss? Like obviously I prefer the latter two to the former but I thought I liked all of the characters. I could also just be annoyed at how inconsistent and incomplete the characters seem in season 1 compared to all the other seasons, but that has ALWAYS annoyed me while the Gideon and Elle thing is new. *sigh* Someone help, lol.

Okay I’m just gonna start adding to this post rather than continuously editing it, soooo…

Most recent thought while rewatching the Criminal Minds seasons (I’m still on season one), which seems to be happening a LOT:

Does anyone else low-key ship Hotch & J.J. together during this season but not later in the show??? Like I adore their interactions. I don’t think their little conversations and moments together are supposed to seem flirty or cute but I see them that way? I wonder how long that will last? Until she’s with Will, maybe? Usually I don’t do ships where one of the people would be cheating with the other, so this surprises me. Maybe it’s because I know how Hotch’s story–and marriage–ends? I know, despite her tragically dying in the most traumatic way possible (and yes I do cry during it every time), that Hailey was a bitch to Hotch most of the time, blatantly cheated on him and didn’t really try to hide it, only took Jack and left Hotch after she had already cheated, and still acted like he was the bad guy and that she somehow didn’t realize how important his work was to him despite saying it herself in one of the first few episodes, and, lastly, is fucking annoyed, of all things!, and only thinks about how things will effect her after learning Foyet tortured Hotch and successfully separated him from his child – and all of these things make me majorly dislike Hailey. Which I guess could be the reason I keep wanting to ship Hotch with people during a time he wasn’t romantically available?

But, yeah, early season’s Hotch/J.J. pairing, anyone else agree or see this??

Oh, also, the episode “Riding the Lightning” with Sarah Jean makes me emotional and teary-eyed every. single. fucking. time.

Random Thought: Hotch smiles more in season one than in any other season, it seems. Also, Garcia not being part of the main cast at the beginning is fucking crime.

Next Criminal Minds Thought While Re-Watching:

I already said this but imma say it again. Hailey Hotchner. I REALLY dislike this bitch. (I’m towards the end of season one with the episode “Machismo” – y'know, the one where all the women of the village cut off the unsub’s dick? BADASS BITCHES – so I’ve only seen Hailey a couple times.) The way she treats Hotch bothers me a LOT. She’s so passive aggressive in this episode and uses her sister to help bully/manipulate him and make him feel bad for doing his job. I know in later episodes she uses a very young Jack against Aaron multiple times with snide comments meant to make it seem like he’s not a fantastic father.

Another Random Thought: half the time in these episodes the local police are so fucking stupid. Like, the only people who do more or worse damage at any given time is the press and/or journalists. Which is a new level of bad you do NOT wanna reach. In this episode especially, though, they act like childish, homophobic, idiots.

I’m in the middle of the second season now. And the Hotch/J.J. vibes are going strong. She’s like his partner in crime. She’s blatantly flirting with one of the cops to manipulate him into letting her re-check something and after he agrees and turns away they both turn and smirk at each other. Like they are so fucking cute!

Does anyone else see this??

Funny Thought: does anyone else look at Tobias Hankel and hear him saying “Penis, Penis, Penis. Vagina, Vagina, Vagina.” from Varsity Blues? It makes me laugh.

Okay, I dislike watching the episode “Revelations” because I hate seeing Spencer being tortured. However it has one of the best exchanges/lines in the whole series that I had completely forgotten about. Like:

Tobias’ Sponsor: Do you know anything about his Daddy?

J.J.: We think Tobias Hankel may have murdered his father.

TS: *proud* Good for him!

I laughed so hard. Omg. Anyway like alot of people I only watch this episode for the amazing paternal Hotch/Reid moments. Because Hotch is absolutely Spencer’s found father and nobody can convince me otherwise. The hugging scene where Spencer says, “I knew you would understand!” while near tears, visibly beaten, and barely able to walk? It kills me.Everytime.

Also in case y'all haven’t noticed Elle is gone now and Emily is here and my love for her is INSTANTANEOUS. (I say this because I KNOW that my beloved Rossi will piss me off for a little bit before he goes into being, y'know, “normal-Rossi”.)

I Love You More (Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader)

WC: 2.1k

Tags: 18+/NSFW, Aaron being sexy as fuck (yeah that deserves a warning in itself), dom/sub undertones, language, soft smut, biting (a little), fingering, oral (fem receiving), PIV sex, fluff, sweet boy Aaron.

Summary: reader and Aaron have plans to go out on a date for the first time in months… if they can even make it out of the house.

Authors Note: I hope y'all enjoy!! This little one shot was based on this ask(: Feedback is much appreciated. Also this gif??? My gooodddddddd *screeches*

As always, if I’ve missed any warnings, please do not hesitate to tell me (:

MASTERLIST

It has been exactly two months since your last date with your fiancè, Aaron. Between the serial killers not taking a break, Strauss breathing down Aaron’s neck, and Jack’s early morning soccer games, quality time together was just not in the cards. However after two cases back-to-back, Hotch told everyone to take the weekend off – absolutely no emails, no “mandatory” phone calls, nothing to do with work for two solid days. 

With Jack being at Jessica’s house, and Aaron’s promise of a weekend off, you’re finally able to get dolled up tonight and feel cute instead of throwing on an uncomfortable suit and, occasionally, yesterday’s makeup. That’s how you find yourself here, standing in front of the full length mirror in your shared master bedroom. While Aaron is in the shower, you slowly slip into your dress, careful not to disturb your hair and makeup. The dress is a simple sleeveless, knee-length black dress that accentuates the waist and flares out at the bottom – it’s adorable. There’s only one problem though, you can’t zip it without help. 

Hearing the shower turn off, you try to zip it for about five minutes until ultimately, you give up;  there’s no way you can reach that stupid thing by yourself. Groaning, you take a deep breath and call for your fiancè who’s still in the bathroom.

“Aaron!” 

Hearing the doorknob turn, you hold the dress up on your body and tilt your head in the direction of the bathroom. The sight before you nearly makes you drop to your knees – standing there in all his glory is Aaron; his hair is still wet from the shower, and the white button up that’s over his shoulders is left unbuttoned, showing off the water droplets from his hair that have fallen onto his chest, making it glisten in the light. Aaron’s black slacks hang low on his hips, his belt, loose in the loops, is still unbuckled, and he’s barefoot. He looks delicious. 

You don’t realize you’re staring until you feel him flat against your back, his hands resting lowly on your hips. You tilt your head as he nuzzles his nose behind your earlobe and nips at the hollow of your throat, causing a soft moan to fall from your lips. 

“Enjoying the view, sweetheart?,” he asks, looking up at you in the mirror. 

Tilting your head back against his shoulder, you hum with a sigh, “MMMhmmm. Can’t help it.” 

He smirks against you, squeezes your hips with his hands, and moves one of them to the front of your dress right below your neck, softly holding it there. 

“Aaron,” you breathe, feeling his cock harden from behind you, “I need you to zip my dress up please. We are going to be late for our dinner reservation.” 

He takes your hands from where you’re holding dress and releases them, causing the dress to fall to the floor. Moving his hands to cup your breasts, he rolls your nipples between his fingers and growls, “Mmmm, fuck the reservation. I like my dessert first anyway.”

Gripping his hair, you push his head further onto your neck, and a groan ripples through his chest. He moves down your body, hand finding its place inside your panties, and spreads your lips apart with his fingers. You’re embarrassingly wet already, whimpering as he opens you up and slips two fingers between your folds, coating them in your slick. 

He hums, and when he brings his fingers up to your lips, your gaze meets his in the mirror as you part them, swirling your tongue around his digits taking them deep in your mouth.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Aaron’s voice is low and rough, a promise of how your night will be spent – splayed across bedsheets with whispers of his name on your tongue – “Such a good girl, sucking on my fingers like that… just like you do my cock.” Taking his fingers out of your mouth he turns your head, forcing you to look at him as he kisses you. It’s softer than what you had expected – warm and wet, and full of love. 

You’re too distracted in the kiss to notice his hand moving back down your body, his other gripping the back of your head, fist full of hair as he moves your head how he wants you – facing the mirror. Watching as he slips his middle and ring finger inside your dripping cunt, you bite back a moan busying your bottom lip in between your teeth, and lean your head against his shoulder once more. 

“Let me hear you, sweet girl. Don’t hide those pretty sounds from me,” he whispers, his mouth resting softly against your temple. 

The next sound out of your mouth is sinful as your hips start to have a mind of their own, thrusting against Aaron’s hand and using every bit of leverage to chase your high. His hot palm suddenly hits your swollen clit and instantly your vision starts to blur – your first orgasm of the night washing over you. Whispers of “fuck, Aaron” and “oh god” roll off of your tongue like butter as you throw your head back – watching, feeling, smelling, and tasting nothing but him as he consumes every one of your senses, splitting you apart on his fingers. 

 “That’s it,” he breathes, his cock now twitching painfully in his slacks as he helps you ride out your orgasm, “that’s my girl.” Slowly as to not overstimulate you, he slides his fingers out of your pussy and places them in his mouth, moaning as he cleans your release off of them.  

Aaron’s holding onto you with his other hand, his arm now placed around your waist grounding you so don’t fall. Taking some deep breaths, you lift your head off his shoulder, a smile gracing your lips as he turns you around and pulls you to his chest. 

Aaron’s hands come up to cup your face, his nose brushing against yours. He smells faintly of Irish Spring – fresh bergamot and citrus, with woody undertones. “You’re beautiful, so incredibly beautiful.”

Looking up at him through your eyelashes, a smile creeps up on your face and your cheeks heat up. Even after three years together, he still somehow manages to make you flustered, your heart skipping a beat at his words as he brings you in for another kiss, soft and slow, just like the last. 

Wrapping your leg around his thigh, he taps the back of yours, a signal for you to jump and put your legs around his waist. You follow his lead as he picks you up, carries you to the bed, and crawls on top of you.

–

“Hi, sweet girl.” His voice is softer than before, one hand finding a place beside your shoulder as he holds himself up and kisses your nose, caressing the side of your face with the other. Wrapping both arms around his back, you giggle, and bring most of his body weight down on top of you “Hi, handsome.”  

Aaron brushes his lips against yours, nipping softly at your bottom one as you open it, inviting him in for a deeper kiss. He takes the invitation with gusto, and smiles against your lips when a moan slips from your mouth. He pulls you closer as his lips trail down your body – your jaw, neck, collarbone, and chest –  stopping only to suck a bruise into the soft flesh of the top of your breast.

Your hands find a place in his hair, pulling on it as soft moans fall from your lips, the feeling of his mouth almost enough to send you over the edge. He looks up at you through his lashes and smirks against your skin. “MMmm such pretty sounds you’re making for me” he coos, not bothering to move his mouth from your body as he makes his way down to the top of your panties. 

“Aaron,please,” you whine, arching your back as his mouth ghosts over the wet spot on your panties. 

He smirks against you, his hands draping themselves over your thighs, “Please what, sweet girl?,” he asks, pushing your panties down your leg, “What do you need?”

“You, Aaron. You,” you plead, “give me your mouth, fingers, co- OH.” 

The sudden feeling of his mouth on your pussy breaks you away from your thoughts; his tongue swiping at the wetness between your folds as he looks up at you. 

The sight before him is breathtaking: your back is arched, skin flushed and glistening in a thin sheen of sweat as you take your bottom lip between your teeth, throwing your head back with a cry of his name on your tongue. He hums against you, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body as he fucks further, deeper into you with his tongue, his nose brushing against your clit in the process. 

“Ohfuck,” you groan, throwing your head back, “F-feels so good, baby.”

“You like that, sweetheart?,” he asks breathlessly, working his middle and ring finger into you as he raises up, his lips plump and shiny with your slick. Lowering his body down on top of you, he kisses your neck, nips at the hollow of your throat while you run your fingers through his hair.

With a death grip on his dark locks, the words evaporate from your mouth as he continually finds that spot within you, working you to the edge over and over again. 

“Aaron” 

He smirks against your skin, his thumb coming up and circling your clit, and it causes the tension to snap – waves of pleasure explode throughout your entire body as you come undone around his fingers for a second time that night.  

Aaron slows his pace, helping you ride out your orgasm, and kisses his way down your body once more. An intense whine leaves your mouth at the sudden loss of his fingers as he stands to take his own clothes off. He shakes his head and laughs, actually laughs, at your reaction.

“‘s not funny,” you pout, hiding your face in your hands.

He takes your hands in his own, removing them from your face, “Oh but it is,” he smirks, kissing your nose. “You can’t get enough, can you?” He’s smug when he asks, but when you look down and see him lying naked between your legs, you can’t bring yourself to care. His hair is tousled from where you’d been pulling on it, his breathing labored, and he feels warm under your fingertips; he looks relaxed, and really reallysexy.

Aaron runs his cock along your folds pulling you out of your thoughts, and you bite your lip, struggling to find the words.

“I just… want you, always. Please, Aaron.”

“Shh, shh,” he soothes, running his fingers through your soft hair, “Don’t worry, sweet girl, I’ll give you all you want,” 

– 

“Oh god,” he rasps, tossing his head back as he slowly pushes into you, giving you time to adjust to his size. He knows he won’t last long now, knows that the softness of your skin underneath him will unravel him in a heartbeat. But when your hands grip his shoulders and pull him as close as possible to your body, he puts it in the back of his mind, and works tirelessly to get you off one more time.   

Your hips come up to meet his each time, continuing the same rhythm you’ve been so used to in the three years you’ve been together. He holds both of your hands on each side of your head, his tongue licking into your mouth as you sigh, and a smile graces your lips when he kisses you.

“I love you,” he breathes, his lips still attached to yours.

He knows your body better than he knows his own, knows when you’re close by the physical responses of your body, so when your walls flutter around his cock, he moves his hand between you, finding your clit with ease just like he’s done a thousand times before. 

A strangled noise of what sounds like his name rolls off your tongue and you hiss, eyes rolling in the back of your head as you’re pushed over the edge one last time. After one, two, three more deep thrusts, his own hips stutter, and he collapses – a shattered breath leaving his chest as he spills himself inside you. 

Aaron holds you close, the deep sound of his breathing and heartbeat being the only two things you can hear in the bedroom. As you look up at him through your lashes, a smile graces your lips and you look up to kiss him, soft and slow, just like he loves.

“What was that for?,” he asks, confusion dripping from his voice as he steadily tries to catch his own breath.

“No reason, I just love you more”

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Imagine being so attractive you get picked up off the street to be a model. See, this is why I hate beautiful people. They don’t know the struggle of being average. LOOK AT THIS MAN

Like sir no offense but kindly fuck off the rest of the world doesn’t need a living breathing reminder of how attractive you are compared to the rest of us

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Do you know what we were robbed of? We were robbed of that moment where the team gets a phone call from one of the ranger station along the Appalachian Trail - almost a decade after they worked the case - where they are told that they have Shane Wyland in custody.

Can you imagine the relief that the team would have felt? How from the moment Emily hung up the phone she would call Morgan and Hotch and tell them the news. Imagine how the new members of the team wouldn’t quite understand the reactions, but also feel their own relief at the knowledge that he had been arrested.

WE DESERVED SOMETHING! THEY DESERVED SOMETHING!

Sect Bound . aaron hotchner [2.8]

Annabel Bradey hovered at her door for a moment; she was waiting for Aaron to enter his office before she left the comfort of hers. Having been well aware of the man’s professionalism in the work place, she knew that he wouldn’t seek out the conversation in the Bureau, but that didn’t mean the conversation wouldn’t arise in hushed voices if they happened to cross paths before the day was over. For that reason, Annabel wasn’t leaving her office unless it was a dire necessity, much like coffee was in that moment. If she were to contact each of the people on her list and still leave at a sensible time, she needed coffee to keep her functioning.

It was funny for Annabel, to find herself craving the stimulant during a regular day. For a decade, she had drunk nothing of the sort, the compound she had lived in preaching minimalism in the material world. It wasn’t a Calvinist group but it appeared that way to the external eye. She had given away all material possessions when she had entered the church, all except her crucifix, Gabriel had allowed her to keep that.

The times she caught herself thinking about Gabriel Martyr were decreasing rapidly as the weeks progressed. She no longer saw his face when she went to sleep, nor did she become confused when she awoke, and he wasn’t beside her. If only she had the faith that they could apprehend him without risking the lives of the other members of the church, then she could allow herself to find a way to never think about him again. However, her allegiance lied with the people who had done nothing wrong except fall for the same faulty knowledge that she had.

Her eyes followed Aaron as he left the desk where Derek was filling out a field report for the last case. The identical form was sat on her desk, waiting to be given to the Unit Chief. In that form she had detailed the ways that she had broken protocol, despite the team having reassured her that she had simply done what her gut said was right, but she also carefully explained what she would do if she were in an identical situation again. She wouldn’t have remained in the car, but she would have ensured she was wearing a vest before entering into a potentially dangerous and lethal situation.

Turning back to the office, Annabel took the report from her desk holding it to her chest. She was entering a potentially dangerous and lethal situation, so she crossed the bullpen to Aaron’s office her protective armour secured with a smile.

Knocking on the door gently, Annabel took a breath as he called for her to enter. There was a happiness in his eyes before they caught sight of the form in her hands, then the light fell, and his usual studious expression became fixed to his face. She knew that the loss of light was her own fault, for having a backup if she became too afraid to have the conversation that she knew was inevitable. That was what caused her to become adamant now was the time she spoke to him, if she didn’t then, if he was feeling the same knot in his stomach as she was, she would be prolonging it for him. She couldn’t do that to him, no matter how much she would to herself.

Timidly, Annabel crosses the office, stating, “I have the field report.”

“Can you put it with the others.” Aaron replied, gesturing the pile of paperwork on furthest corner of his desk. She nodded, taking herself further into the room, ignoring the pounding of her heart.

Having placed the report with the others, straightening both the pile and the placement, she froze contemplating changing her mind once more. However, she knew that putting this off was no longer an option, not for her and not for Aaron.

Annabel moved to join Aaron behind his desk, resting on the wood beside him. She let out a sigh, watching as he finished signing his name before he leaned back in the chair. From where he was sat, Aaron had to look up to meet her gaze.

“So, last night,” the ginger spoke, her voice as soft as it was when she had been talking to the Delilly family earlier in the week. She had paused slightly, as if confused on how to phrase her point, but soon she settled on, “Last night happened.”

“Last night happened.” Aaron repeated, pulling his gaze away from her. While he held no regret for the previous night, he didn’t know how she felt. If he had to see the regret flash across her eyes, he wouldn’t be able to concentrate on the words he knew he had to say.

Before Aaron could add to his statement, Annabel had chuckled, “I’m glad we clarified that.”

“I don’t regret it.” The Unit Chief stated, catching the woman off guard. Her mouth opened and closed multiple times as if she were unable to form the words she wanted to say vocally. “I don’t need to know whether you do, I just needed you to know that I didn’t.”

Annabel nodded her head, letting out a slight breath before replying, “I didn’t. I have done a lot of things I regret, and, besides the fact that I thought I could wear a turtle neck and not get questioned by Garcia, I don’t regret anything that had happened in the last twenty four hours.”

“What does that mean?” Aaron asked, his hand resting on her knee, the need for physical contact with her having increased since he had woken up that morning. He had had a taste of something addictive, and he had put up no resistance. He let himself become hooked.

Annabel took his hand in hers, smiling slightly as she stated, “It means that we are slightly more complicated than we were before.”

“Do you want to pretend it never happened?” Aaron asked, unsure on whether or not he wanted to hear the answer that left her lips. She may not have regretted the crossing of their boundaries, but that didn’t mean that she felt the same way as he did about the situation.

“No,” she whispered, moving their hands so that their fingers were intertwined. “But I don’t think it should happen again. Not until we’ve worked out what this is.”

Aaron nodded, knowing that she was speaking with intelligence she had gained from experience. Somehow, she had learnt how to separate her head and her heart, using what seemed most suitable to understand a situation. However, as she watched Aaron’s hesitant agreement, she wondered whether she had chosen the correct logic to follow.

“I should go and finished calling the families Erin gave me.” Annabel declared, breaking the silence that had been created. Having squeezed his hand slightly in reassurance, she whispered, “I’ll see you when we’re ready to go home.”

That was the first time she had called his apartment home without being prompted by his previous referral, which didn’t go unnoticed by Aaron. It was that statement that told him that he had to let his heart take control, the way it had the night before. That was why he stopped her before she could leave, standing to take hold of her hand turning her back to face him and pulling her closer to his chest.

His lips met hers, his free hand moving to graze through her hair. She didn’t pull away; she simply placed her hand on his chest smiling into the contact of their lips. Neither of them wanted to listen to the screaming of their brains then. They both simply poured their hearts out to each other through the simple movements of their lips, unaware of the money changing hands in the bullpen.

…

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