Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Characters: Spencer Reid

Warnings: Mentions of kidnapping and injuries.

Request: Wattpad- Ooh,can you please do one where Spencer and y/n gets into a really bad argument and then she’s suddenly kidnapped by an unsub?

Word Count: 463

Author: Charlotte

Even after the man had forced you to drive to the middle of nowhere and dragged you into his house, you had no idea who he was or what he wanted. The only thing you could assume was that it was either terrible luck that you were targeted, and they didn’t know you lived with an FBI agent, or he was directly trying to get to Spencer or the bureau in general.

Before you had even been allowed out of your car, your hands had been taped behind your back whilst the same silver duct tape was wrapped around your head several times to cover your mouth and cling in your hair. Over the three days since it was initially attached, you had had it ripped off from your head a handful of times to give you minimal food and drink and for him to listen to you plead. Other than that, the only thing that loosened the tape was your tears which had started to seize due to the lack of water intake. The majority of your time had been left on the floor with your feet tied with rope to a bedframe, not even having them removed when he decided to take his anger out on you.

You didn’t know what injuries you had, but you had gotten used to the taste of blood and with the amount of pain you were in, you were sure there was at least a handful of broken bones at least. You didn’t know how long your torture would last, but you could only hope that your genius boyfriend knew you would have contacted him by now and was on the case.

Your hopes were soon proven when you heard gunshots outside of the room you had been held in, the door flinging open to reveal Spencer and his team.

It didn’t take his genius to see that he had been crying and had been awake since he had last seen you. He rushed to your side, pulling at the tape, unravelling it from you. You let out a cry of pain from its removal, but you were just relieved to be able to breath freely.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, cupping your cheeks in his hands. “I’m so sorry.”

You shook your head. “I’m sorry too. I love you so much.”

Spencer returned the words of love, pressing his lips to yours, not caring that his team were watching on.

“I just want to go home,” you whispered as he continued to remove your restraints.

“I know,” he said softly. “But we need to get you to the hospital. You’re safe now.”

As soon as your hands were free, you feebly grabbed hold of him. “Please don’t leave me.”

“I’m never leaving you alone again.”

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Characters: Spencer Reid

Warnings: Mentions of Kidnapping, Knives, Arguments with a partner

Request: Wattpad- Ooh,can you please do one where Spencer and y/n gets into a really bad argument and then she’s suddenly kidnapped by an unsub?

Word Count: 606

Author: Charlotte

No matter how much you loved your boyfriend, living with someone ended up with things getting on your nerves. Everything that had made you fall in love with him all those years ago no longer seemed to be cute and sweet, some of it pissed you off and at some point, you couldn’t bottle it all up again. With Spencer away for work for the last two weeks, you had thought that the short break from one another would help, but when he came back it all started off once again.

Whilst he had been away, you had tidied the apartment and tried to make the environment pleasant for you both to live in. As soon as Spencer got home, his bag was left in the living room and the next day when you awoke, half the bookcase had been spread around the room. It annoyed you that he hadn’t even mentioned the work you’d put into the apartment, and it was worse that he was so quick to return it to its previous state, but you did your best to stay calm. By the time dinner rolled around and he had stacked his dirty plate on top of the three mugs on the coffee table and it pushed you over the edge.

“What is my job, Spencer?” You snapped.

He looked up at you confused. “You teach kindergarten.”

“Oh, so you do know I’m not a maid then,” you retorted, letting sarcasm drip from every word.

Spencer seemed confused still by your words, not knowing where they came from as you had previously stayed quiet and calm. You picked up the dirty plate and mugs and showed them too him as you begun to stomp over to the kitchen.

“I know you’re tired from work, but that’s no reason to be a slob,” you frowned.

“I was going to put them in the sink before bed.”

You snapped your gaze back towards him.

“Is that why I found six mugs around your desk with varying levels of mould?”

He ran a hand through his messy hair. All he had wanted was a quiet, relaxing evening but you had put an end to that.

“Does it really matter?” He asked. “You always leave your clothes on the bathroom floor, and I just put them in the basket without complaining.”

A shocked laugh escaped you. “Without complaining? I could have left my shirt hanging over the rim of the basket and you’d act like I’d thrown the whole thing everywhere.”

“I’m sorry if it bothers me to want to go for a shower after a long day at work and find your bra in the tub.”

Any semblance of reason had now been washed from you. You let go of the dishes far from the edge of the sink, not caring about the clatter of them hitting the metallic bowl.

“You know what?! I’m done,” you exclaimed. “I can’t stay in this fucking apartment.”

“Where are you going?” He asked, rising from the sofa where he had been sat.

You grabbed your car keys as you slipped on the first pair of shoes you could find.

“Anywhere but here.”

Before Spencer could say anything else you escaped the apartment, slamming the door behind you. You rushed down the stairs and out into the dark carpark, unlocking the driver’s door and getting in. You rested your head against the wheel, giving yourself a second to breath. You leant back against your seat, closing your eyes for a moment.

Without a sound, a sharp piece of metal pressed against your neck, forcing a gasp from your lips.

“You’re early.”

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Second Chances

First Impressions Blurb - Aaron Hotchner

Warnings:none

Words:378

Updates: every Tuesday

Aaron’s thoughts and impressions during Chapter 1

Hotch let out a sigh. Just looking at the case remarks by the higher ups at the Bureau irritated him. Why on earth should people who have never stepped foot in the field get a say? Regardless of the fact that he got to work less than an hour ago, he was feeling sluggish, but when did mass piles of paperwork not exhaust him? Just then a knock on his door gladly interrupted the monotony of his paperwork filled morning.

Hotch looked up and paused for a minute to take in the woman in burgundy before him. He had never seen her before and while she was younger than him, she was definitely not fresh out of the academy.

She definitely cared about her appearance. Not a hair out of place on her very recently dyed head, not a highlight grown out. Her long sleeved blouse was perfectly tucked into her skirt, not a crease in sight. Her gait and stance making clear she had a thigh holster, which stirred something within. She extended a hand, showing off her expertly manicured fingernails as Hotch took note of the lack of a ring.

As he introduced himself, he took note of the softness of her skin as well as some faint marker, making it obvious she either had children or was close to someone who had kids.

Her unique sense of humor shone through during her introduction to the team. She was clearly a friendly and extroverted person. When they sat down for the briefing, she chose the seat next to him, the light scent of rose and vanilla permeating his nose. Preventing him from focusing on much else, let alone the case. He unknowingly angled his seat closer towards her, his senses on overdrive.

Throughout the case she made it clear and very obvious as to why she had made it onto the BAU, her intelligence and wit shining through.

But the moment he truly knew was done for was when she was sitting across from him on the plane, after the case. Just the simple act of bringing him coffee and making him laugh after a difficult day had his heart racing. And it never really seemed to stop, at least not while he was with her.

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Second Chances

Chapter 3

Warnings:none

Words:1.5k

Updates:every Tuesday

A/N:I have some blurbs about Hotch and Maya’s first impressions of the other. They’re going to be posted soon! Also yay for me bc I don’t have COVID! But I did catch a bug from one of the kids at work so that’s why this chapter is up later than normal.

Find out what happened in Chapter 2

“Knock Knock”, said Maya before entering Hotch’s office.

“Good morning Bose, what can I do for you?”, asked Hotch.

“You can accept these cookies and come over for dinner this weekend as an apology for my daughter’s behavior”, said Maya.

“You don’t need to do that. Kids will be kids”, replied Hotch.

“I know, but Mira is a whole different breed this most”, said Maya.

“She’ll turn out great. Just look at who she has to look up to”, responded Aaron.

“Who? A deadbeat dad, a single mom who’s barely keeping it together, and grandparents who outwardly hate her mom. She won family of the year”, huffed out Maya.

Aaron’s eyes softened, looking at Maya with a warmheartedly. 

“Enough about me. We insist! And bring Jack. They’ll have loads of fun”, said Maya placing a fresh cup of coffee and the chocolate chip cookies that had been baked the night before.

“We’ll come but only if we can bring dessert”, replied Aaron. 

“Sounds like a plan. Saturday at 7:30 work for you?”, asked Maya.

“Sounds good. And thank you for the cookies”, said Hotch.

“No problem Hotch! And before I leave, any allergies or deep dislikes I need to know about?”, asked Maya.

“Nope, Any requests for dessert?”, questioned Aaron.

“How about ice cream? You can’t go wrong there”, said Maya.

Hotch smiled and said “got it” before Maya left the room.

***

Maya rushed around the townhouse, getting ready for the Hotchners who should be arriving any second now. The smell of freshly baked bread permeated throughout. The autumnal candles burning, and Mira watching Dragon Tales filled the small home the two had made for themselves. 

The doorbell rang, Maya took off her apron and quickly inspected her white sweater for any food stains before heading downstairs to get the door. “Come on in you two. It’s pretty chilly outside for early November”, said Maya, ushering the two in.

Aaron and Jack walked into the foyer, the nervous smile on Jack’s face melted her heart.

“And you must be the famous Jack Hotcher I’ve heard so much about”, said Maya crouching down to the small child tightly gripping his father’s hand.

Jack nodded and said, “yes Ma’am”.

Smiling at the adorable kid Maya said, “you don’t need to call me Ma’am, just Maya will do. How about I show you to the living room where Mira is playing with Legos and watching tv?”.

Jack nodded his head eagerly before pausing to look up at his father.

“Go! You don’t need to ask me for permission here”, said Hotch with a nod of his head.

Jack ran up the stairs, heading for the television.

“You sure do make cute kids Hotch”, said Maya before blushing as she realized what she said.

“I mean…uhm. I didn’t mean that”, stuttered out Maya. 

A blushing Hotch said, “don’t worry about it”. 

After a very hearty meal of seafood bisque (with a tomato and basil option for the kids), freshly baked bread, and salad, the group made their way to the sofa.

“Ma, can we play Candyland?”, asked Mira.

“What do you say Jack, you wanna play Candyland?”, asked Maya looking towards the younger of the Hotchner men.

“Yes please!”, piped out the young boy.

“Okay, you all set it up while I go get dessert”, said Maya.

“Do you need any help?”, asked Aaron.

“Sure, let the kids set up the game. You can help me with the coffee.”, replied Maya.

The two walked into the kitchen where Maya took out the coffee mugs.

“Here you go. I’ll go get the ice cream for the kids” said Maya, handing Hotch the mugs.

“Thanks, and what water do you normally use?”, questioned Hotch.

“Filtered please!”, responded Maya, pointing to the Brita by the sink.

Hotch set to making the coffee as Maya waited for the ice cream to thaw and become more scoopable.

“So how have you been liking being on the team”, asked Hotch.

“In all honesty, It’s been an adjustment. Working with people who have created their own family while being an outsider is difficult. And not only that but you all are the most perceptive group of people I have ever worked with”, sighed out Maya.

Hotch’s face held a look of understanding.

“I remember what it was like when I first got here. I know it can be tough, especially for people who like keeping some semblance of privacy”, said Aaron.

“Exactly. I love being a part of the team. It’s been what I’ve wanted for years. But you all tell eachother everything. And while I am open with certain parts of my life, there are other parts of me that nobody outside of like 4 people know”, replied Maya fiddling with the ice cream scoop.

“They’re nosy. I’ll give you that. But they’re just trying to help. All the team wants is for everyone to feel like they can be open and talk about their life and any problems they may have”, said Aaron.

“I guess it’s just a personal thing. I never really had anyone these past 10 years or so that I felt I could truly confide in so I don’t feel comfortable opening up to people anymore. But I mean that’s how abusers want you to feel, right? That you’re all alone so that you don’t ever leave”.

A sorrow look appeared on Aaron’s face as he reached his hand out to hold Maya’s.

“Maya, if you ever need anything you know you can come to us, right?”

Maya’s heart fluttered as she said, “I know Hotch, but honestly he’s the reason Mira is in my life. So he did something good, right??”.

“Absolutely, Mira might be a handful just like her mother but we wouldn’t trade you for the world, just like you wouldn’t trade her”, said Aaron truthfully.

Maya smiled, a twinkle in her eye, as the oven beeped.

She opened the oven, the warmth of both the oven and smell of cinnamon permeated.

“Maya, we were in charge of dessert. What did you do?”, asked Hotch as he poured the prepared coffee into the 2 mugs.

“Calm down Hotch. Nothing goes better with ice cream than freshly baked apple pie”, said Maya with a smile.

“You keep feeding us like this and Jack will never want to leave”, replied Hotch.

“And what about you?”, asked Maya.

“What about me?”, questioned Hotch.

“Don’t play dumb with me Agent, it’s not very becoming. Would you want to leave?”, reiterated Maya.

Looking at Maya intently with his smoldering eyes, Hotch said, “No, I wouldn’t want to leave either”, before taking the cups of coffee to the living room. 

As he walked away, Maya couldn’t help but notice his back muscles rippling underneath his sweater as he took each step.

“Get yourself under control. His wife died mere months ago”, muttered Maya before she brought the dessert out to  everyone.

As the two Hotchner’s left for the evening after a riveting game of Candyland, Maya couldn’t help but wonder whether her and Hotch’s flirty banter was just that or whether they meant he held actual feelings for her.

***

Maya was filling up yet another cup of coffee before she went back to her desk to finish up her last report from the case when Hotch walked in.

“Jack has been talking about how cool Maya is recently”, said Hotch.

“Well, I am cool. So you’ve got a smart kid there”, said Maya smiling as she took a sip.

“We want to have you over and return the favor. And the kids get along great. So come on over this Saturday”, replied Hotch.

“Will do, want me to bring anything?”, asked Maya.

“Just yourself and Mira. After last time, I don’t trust you”, said Hotch.

“You do realize that I’ll bring something anyways”, said Maya with a grin.

Hotch smiled as he shook his head and headed back to his office.

***

“So what’s this Saturday?”, asked Emily.

“I don’t know, your neighbor’s dog’s baptism?”, asked Maya. 

JJ snorted and Penelope was so very glad she had waited before taking a sip of her hot tea.

“No it’s your second date with Hotch!”, exclaimed Emily.

“No it’s not! We’re not dating!”, replied Maya loudly.

“But you want to be”, said Em.

Scoffing, Maya rolled her eyes.

“Wait, so what’s happening here?”, asked a confused Penny.

“Notching. I invited Jack and Hotch over as an apology dinner for the diarrheahead fiasco. And Jack and Mira seem to get along well so we’re having dinner at their place on Saturday”, replied Maya.

“And you’re not attracted to the man at all?”, questioned JJ.

“No! Absolutely not! And Hayley just died, what kind of monster do you take me for?”, asked Maya.

“It’s almost been a year Maya”, said JJ at the same time as Emily said, “a monster with eyes”.

“Okay, he might be nice to look at, but I am not into him at all”, stated Maya firmly.

“I don’t know about you guys but, methinks the lady doth protest too much”, said Penelope. 

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Second Chances Masterlist

“second chances are not given to make things right. but are given to prove that we could be better even after we fall”

intro

chapter one 

chapter two

chapter three

aaron’s first impression blurb

chapter four (october twentieth ) 

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Second Chances

Chapter 1

Warnings:none

Words:1.2k

Updates: every Tuesday

That morning began like any other. Well, that was not true. It was a chaotic freakin’ mess. At least it seemed to be, but that was on brand for the Bose family. 

Mira Bose was annoyingly just like her mother. Sarcastic, stubborn, and anal retentive, but cute. However, the most important trait the 5 year old got from her mother was her absolute love of sleep. The girl could fall asleep regardless of what she was doing or where she was (like when she fell asleep while potty training and fell off of the toilet which led to her very first trip to the hospital and a bright pink cast). But for some god forsaken reason, Mira had chosen the day before her mother’s first day at her dream job to decide she would develop insomnia. Maya ultimately at 4 o’ clock decided to give her daughter some Benadryl in the hopes of getting at least a 30 minute nap before her first day of work. 

And that was how she wound up here. In an overcrowded elevator at 7:08 am, late for her very first day. That was definitely bound to go over great with her new boss, thought Maya with a grimace on her face. At least her daughter was having a better time she thought, wishing that she herself could have been experiencing a Benadryl induced coma.

The elevator doors opened, and Maya rushed out flattening her burgundy skirt, getting out all the nonexistent wrinkles, as she headed towards the doors which held her future. She could feel prying eyes on her frame as she made her way up the stairs to the Special Agent in Charge’s office, Aaron Hotchner. She knocked on the open door and waited for him to look up.

Aaron stood up and walked around his desk.

“You must be Maya, our new agent”, said Aaron, shaking her hand.

“Yes sir, it is a pleasure to meet you”, replied Maya.

“Now I know you already got all of your paperwork out of the way last week, so let’s head out to meet the rest of the team”, responded Aaron, leading Maya out of his office.

The two walked to the round table where everyone was crowded murmuring about what Maya assumed was the new pig out to slaughter. A silence came over the group as the two got closer.

“Everyone, this is Special Agent Maya Bose. Maya, this is everyone”, introduced Hotch.

“Oh my precious Maya, it is so good to see you again”, said Penelope hugging Maya.

“Lovely to see you as well Pen”, smiled Maya.

“And wait, let me guess. Penny told me all about ya’ll”, said Maya.

Her eyes took in the rest of the team before continuing to say, “This has got to be Penny’s chocolate thunder and god from above Derek Morgan”, Derek smiled and winked at Penelope.

“And you are Ms. Emily boobs Prentiss who loves to both sin and win”, Emily chuckled.

“This must be communications liaison extraordinaire and discount finding queen, Jennifer Jureau”, JJ smiles.

“We can’t forget David Rigatoni Rossi; lover of pasta, cigars, and the finer things in life”, David lets out a boisterous laugh.

“And I’m sorry. Penelope didn’t mention you, you are?” questioned Maya, looking at Spencer.

A look of insult and confusion filled Spencer’s face.

Maya grins at his reaction.

“I’m just kidding. This is the amazing Dr. Spencer Reid. Resident genius on…well everything, including something called physics magic”, said Maya.

A look of relief appears on Spencer’s face as the rest of the team chuckles.  

“Oh Hotch. I got distracted, but we have a case”, said JJ.

“How bad is it?”, questioned David.

“Florida”, responded JJ with a grimace.

The team let out a collective sigh which confused Maya. 

“Well, I hope you are ready, Special Agent Bose”, said Hotch as the team sat down while JJ passed around the tablets containing the case files.

“Three trans women, all brunettes in their early 30’s. All had cigarette burns and were brutally sodomized. All were left in or around dumpsters in downtown Miami. And all the women had their…um breasts cut off”, winced JJ.

“Well the trash is a sign of dehumanizing. The unsub clearly views these women as garbage”, said Derek.

“He might have been slighted or rejected by a trans woman or he himself is battling with his own gender identity and views himself as an abomination for feeling this way”, added Maya.

The team all had various looks of respect and reverence on their faces.

“Okay, wheels up in 20”, said Hotch.

***

“Okay, now that you’ve gotten a moment to breathe, tell us about yourself”, asks Emily.

“You just want to know if I think the boobs live up to Penelope’s description”, smirked Maya.

Emily smiles at the new agent.

“Come on mama, tell us a little bit about yourself”, pushed Derek.

“Down boy”, smiled Maya.

“If you must know…my name is Maya, obviously. I was born and raised in Maryland. I married young, and it did not end well at all. But I did receive the best gift ever from that asshole, my daughter Mira. She’s 5 years old and an absolute pain in my ass. But she’s a literal carbon copy of myself, so I’ve got no one to blame. And um a fun fact, caffeine doesn’t work on me so I am looking forward to these long hours”, continued Maya.

“Hotch also has a 5 year old boy, his name is Jack”, said JJ smiling.

“Well if he’s anything like you Hotch, he must be a lot easier to parent”, said Maya.

“He’s pretty great, but Mira can’t be that bad”, replied Hotch, a smile on his face as he talked about Jack.

“When I was potty training her, she fell asleep on the toilet and fell off. She broke her arm so we went to the hospital. She was asking for ice cream, and I said not now but we can pick some up on our way home. She got so upset that when I left to fill out some paperwork she told the nurses I hurt her. And that got CPS and police involved. And CPS still comes around every now and then. Trust me, she can be bad”, said Maya.

Various snorts of laughter escaped the team.

“Well you said she’s just like you so we should be ever so lucky to have you join us”, said Dave.

“I am most definitely a handful, that’s for sure”, replied Maya.

***

Maya sat down across from her boss and handed him a cup of coffee.

“Thanks, you did good today Bose”, said Aaron.

“Oh, I know” said Maya with a grin on her face.

“It’ll be good to have you on the team. We need someone who can joke around and get along with the worst of people”, replied Hotch.

Maya grinned before saying, “I knew my mom was wrong. I am good for something”.

“You know Hotch, you never did ask me what Penelope said to describe you”, said Maya questioningly.

“What did she say?”, asked Hotch.

“She said that you were the strong, silent leader who gets stuff done. Oh, and that you put the Hot in Hotchner. And well…she wasn’t wrong”, said Maya, looking over Hotch and grinning as she winked, before walking back to her seat. Leaving behind a distracted and blushing Hotch, with a slight grin that couldn’t help but escape as he watched Maya walk away.

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“second chances are not given to make things right. but are given to prove that we could be better even after we fall”

Maya Bose can be described in many words, but trusting will never be one of them. After suffering more heartbreak and hurt one deserves before the age of 26, Maya goes back to school in order to turn her life back around. Along the way she ends up at the BAU, where her strict “work is for work, not friendship” policy gets tested. But soon life shows her that, maybe, second chances do exist.

Starring…

Kaushal Beauty as Maya Bose

Danielle and Rhiannon Rockoff as Mira Bose

~ practice ~

spencer reid + letter K from the fanfic alphabet for anonymous

• pairing:spencer reid x reader
• theme:first kiss
• warnings:nothing i think!
• fandom:criminal minds

“Y-you promised you wouldn’t laugh” Reid whines, burying his head in his hands as he sits in his desk hair. Meanwhile you’re sitting on his desk, trying your best to withhold your giggles to no avail.

Taking a few deep breaths in hopes of calming yourself down, you apologize to your flustered colleague. “Listen, it’s not funny that you haven’t had your first kiss yet. It’s just that you’re so cute when you blushing” you explain which only flusters Spencer even more.

While the two of you were in the BAU office, Spencer had confided in you about his troubles. Him of all people managed to score a date. There was only one problem. He had no idea how to kiss. He knew there was no way he could tell Morgan about this so he turned to you instead.

“I’ve always been much younger than the people I’ve gone to school with” Reid tells you further. That kind of came with being a young genius now didn’t it. Maybe it was a curse to have as much knowledge as Reid. “I just never got the chance. What if they try to give me a goodnight kiss or something? I’ll look like an idiot”.

You hum after hearing his dilemma. “We’ll there’s an easy solution for that. You need to practice”. Spencer’s eyes go wide at your suggestion. Practice kissing? With who? You had the answer to that too. “I can be your test dummy. I don’t mind”.

The offer causes Spencer’s brain to malfunction. For a second he thinks you might be joking but the longer he stares at you the more he realizes you’re being genuine. “Right now?!” Spencer asked, blushing growing more prominent. “We can’t”.

“Why? We’re the only ones here” you remind him. You’re right. Both of you had shown up to work early to finish some paperwork. No one else has arrived yet.

When he comes up with no counter argument, you begin to lean closer to Reid. “If you really don’t want to just say so”. He says nothing so you take that as an answer. You move slowly to give him time to refuse but eventually your lips meet in a soft kiss.

Poor Spencer feels like his heart may explode. When you finally pull away he finds himself chasing your lips, not wanting it to end so quickly. His eagerness earns yet another laugh from you. “See, that wasn’t too bad. You’re a natural” you praise.

Before Spencer can let out a broken “thank you” the doors to the BAU open. Startled, Reid turns to see that Derek had arrived. “Hey, what are you two up to?” Morgan asked, none the wiser about what had just occurred.

“Oh nothing” you say, shooting Spencer a wink before returning to your own desk. Morgan simply shrugged and went to the round table room. This left Reid alone at his desk. He wasn’t sure if you were aware of what you had just done to him but now that you had been his first kiss he suddenly wanted you to be his last.

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