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"So now he was standing alone, holding nothing but a bagel and her hoop earrings"
She knew it was rude to tease the young doctor, but something about the bewildered look on his face only excited her more. She held her stilettos in one hand and a handful of her dress in the other as she exited the party. Before she lost sight of him she turned to catch his eye again.
“Come find me”, her eyes said. If he was FBI, and he did find her with the limited DNA evidence she left behind then she’d give him all the information he was looking for.
Maybe more.
- That was more than five lines, but it was kind of fun! This probably isn’t where you saw this going. But thanks for the distraction.
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Leave the first sentence of a fic in my askbox and i will write the next five.
This prompt meme was made by someone else but my post archives are massive, so….
Seriously, just throw em in there
This could be fun for some short prompts while I'm working on the longer ones
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Tale As Old As Time: Chapter 1 Provincial Life
((Lmao the last thing I should be writing is another series right? But I saw beauty and the Beast the other day and I was inspired.))
I give credit to @dontshootmespence for helping me organize everything.
Contains: Fluff, Eventual Spencer x Reader- but sorry, you don’t have a really appearance in this chapter yet.
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Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young princess lived in a shining castle. Her name was Y/n. Although she had everything her heart desired, the princess was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. But then, one winter’s night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered her a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the princess sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away, but she warned the girl not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. And when she dismissed her again, the old woman’s ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress. The princess tried to apologize, but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in Y/n’s heart, and as punishment, she transformed her into a hideous beast, and placed a powerful spell on the castle, and all who lived there. Ashamed of her monstrous form, the beast concealed herself inside her castle, with a magic mirror as her only window to the outside world. The rose the enchantress had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until her twenty-first year. If Y/n could learn to love another, and earn his love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, she would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed, she fell into despair, and lost all hope, for who could ever learn to love a beast?
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A young man exited his home, an unseen smile blooming on his face at the valley he and his mother lived at. The dirt roads, leading to the cobblestone village were earthy and coffee-like, light in the rays of the sun and sapphire skies. The grass wasn’t too green, but his mother’s garden did brighten up their yard, and brought a sweet smell to his nose.
His name was Spencer. The man was past his twenties, not too long ago turning 37, and still without a bride, content in looking after his mother. Her brain wasn’t too sharp anymore, but she had her moments where the young woman he grew up with shone through.
Spencer smoothed down the white smock he wore over his light blue trousers, and matching vest, a white shirt to cover his arms. His shoulder-length hazelnut locks were tied back with a blue ribbon he had stolen from his mother. He grabbed the basket that lie next to the stone stairs he walked down from, placing the book he had thumbed over the last few hours into the weaving.
Every morning Spencer went into town to grab some ingredients for food that day, and to head to the bookshop in town, his favorite place in the entire world. Unfortunately, not everyone in the town really respected him. Some people were cruel, teasing him for being so odd, or being Diana Reid’s son. As he reached the buildings and shoppes, he could already see people staring and whispering about him.
He ignored everyone whispering about how he was a ‘funny man’ or making fun of him for being smart. Although the townsfolk boasted of his beauty, he felt upset and annoyed that that was all they cared about. His mother had always warned him that one shouldn’t judge a book by their cover. Speaking of books…
“Ah, Spencer!” The librarian, Emily Prentiss, got down from her ladder where she had previously been dusting to hug her favorite (and most frequent) patron. “Let me guess, you’ve finished the book already, and no, I’m sorry, we don’t have anything new.” She pretended not to notice Spencer’s embarrassment as he nodded. The library had maybe twenty books to it’s name and not many people came to visit. But her business was held afloat by the absence of taxes.
“Can I borrow…this one?” He asked shyly, holding up a familiar leather cover. She nodded, but still felt confused. “I know, I’ve read this one too many times but…it"s my favorite. Far off places, daring swordfights, magic spells, a prince in disguise!” A dreamy look overcame his face as he rambled on.
“Well, if you like it all that much, it’s yours!” She proclaimed, laughing at his dumbstruck look upon his face. “I insist! You’re the only one who really likes it anyway!”
“Well thank you.’ Spencer’s voice was quiet, reaching out to hug her once more. "Thank you very much!” He left the shop, looking like a boy on Christmas morning.
Spencer held the book in his hands that he had already read so much like he had just received a chest of gold. He could practically recite it from memory, but he still contained as much joy as when he first read it as his eyes hungrily ate up 'Once upon a time’. He was careful to avoid damaging the book or running into anyone as he whisked by the market, digging out coins from his smock pockets and paying each merchant for bread, eggs- which were quite expensive- and some slivers of meat from the butcher.
“There he is….” A young girl watched from afar, sipping from her teacup. She wore an expensive tea gown, hair curled and styled high in the fashion that was popular in Paris, looking through the window of a shoe shoppe. Diane Turner was a young, weathly orphan who never stopped reminding Spencer that she was eligible for marriage. It seems the only reason she was so infatuated with him was because he didn’t make a bumbling fool of himself offering himself to her like the small group of men she had attracted in the village. She had just returned from Paris, another trip to buy more expensive things and had set her eyes back to on as who she referred to as her future husband.
“No one stands a chance against you Ms., especially against any man.” Her friend/servant since birth Maeve Donovan stood by her side, voice gentle, as if merely speaking would anger Diane. Maeve never knew what mood her mistress would be in, but she seemed happy enough with her 'cat ate the canary’ smile
Diane set her teacup and saucer down on the windowsill, standing and promptly walking out of the shoppe, ignoring the owner’s frown as the rich customer didn’t buy anything. Maeve quickly followed suit behind her, amazed how Diane could walk so fast in heels. “I know Maeve, and my eyes are set on that man right there.” She pointed up ahead where Spencer slowly walked, softly humming to himself and he flipped through the book.
“You mean crazy Diana Reid’s son?” Maeve gasped, furrowing her eyebrows. “But he’s-”
“The most beautiful man and town! That makes him the best! And I dare say I do deserve the best don’t i?” Diane interrupted with a sneering tone. Maeve stopped in her tracks, blushing as she apologized.
“It’s just his mother….you really want to marry into that family?” She mumbled, scurrying back after Diane. Diane made a rude noise, clicking her tongue loudly as she moved to face Maeve.
“You’re so simple-minded. His mother is old, she’ll probably die soon. Then it will be just Spencer and I. Imagine it… his latest kill roasting on the fire, and I, his little wife massaging his feet while our six or seven little ones play with the dogs.”
“Spencer? Hunting?” Maeve had to stifle a laugh, questing down as the pair finally reached the aforementioned man. The idea seemed positively ridiculous. “Spencer!” Diane greeted, smiling and giving a polite nod.
“Bonjour…” Spencer quickly finished the last sentence of the page he was reading and looked up, bowing slightly. He wasn’t expecting Diane to pry the book from his hands as she did, flipping through the pages.
“What’s this about hm? Shouldn’t you be out hunting with the other village men? I heard they were all out today.” Spencer had to hold back scoffing at her statement. It wasn’t that he was against hunting, he just preferred staying inside and reading with his mother.
“There’s more to life then chasing an animal.” Spencer nodded politely, taking the book back and trying to end the conversation and walk away but Diane stood in his path. “Yes, there is, I am delighted you’ve noticed. You know, most of the townsfolk think that you might not be looking exactly for a wife due to your…lack of…” She rambled on and his face turned a light pink, eyebrows furrowing. “You should join me for tea one day.” She proposed and he shook his head, declining.
“I can’t, my mother needs my help.” He gestured to the path that led to his house, grimacing when Diane started laughing at him, elbowing Maeve harshly to join in. Spencer bit back a sigh, almost rolling his eyes.
“Your mother? She’s just a peculiar old spinster….I guess that would mean she needs all the help she can get.” Spencer’ saw clenched, making Maeve stop her forced laughter out of fear, Diane being completely ignorant.
“Don’t you dare talk about my mother that way.” He walked around her to head back to his house, ignoring the four heels that pitter-pattered behind him, biting his lip harshly when Diane tried to pass the comment off like Maeve had set it. Spencer practically ran up the path when he finally saw the fence around his house.
“Spencer!” Diane cried exasperatedly, corset and excessive exercise making it hard to breathe. “Listen, we’ve lived in this town our whole lives, yes?” She waited for him to agree before she continued. “Let’s not beat around the bush then. We’re both in our prime, and let’s be honest, you really can’t do better then me… let alone being in this small town or not….” She trailed off, giving him a pointed look.
“What are you…why…is this your way of getting me to propose to you?” He almost laughed but the fear of being Mr. Diane Turner overpowered his hysterics. His pace started getting quicker. “Diane, you’re right about one thing, we’ve lived in this town our whole lives. I’ve known you since we were little, but the one thing that has never changed is your arrogance.” His hands finally reached the wooden gate and he tried to quickly shut it but Diane, with a furious expression tore right through behind him, not caring if she stepped on any flowers.
“All I’m saying is that we could never be happy together, so therefore, after thinking, and realizing I’m too poor to buy you a fancy ring or anything really, maybe, perhaps, we shouldn’t get married at all. Have a good day!” He opened and slammed his front door shut, leaning his back against the heavy oak and sliding down until he almost hit the floor. After he was sure she was gone, he bolted out of his house, muttering to himself.
“Mousier Turner- ha! Can’t you just see it? Her husband! No sir!” He ran off into the wide open lands behind his house, practically collapsing as he stared up into the sky. Didn’t anybody realize that he wanted to leave this village? He wanted adventure so much he dreamt vivid dreams about traveling. Why couldn’t anyone understand? -
“I cannot do this anymore Spencer.” His mother sighed, quill in hand, scrolls of various chapters about her novel she had been working on. Every year she would write one but no one ever picked them up. “Too intimidated by your genius” Spencer would tell her.
“Mother you always say that, and every year you finish it.” Spencer waved off his mother’s rambling, trying to find a place to set down a meal for her. It was crunch time, her leaving tomorrow meant he needed to finish editing today.
“I mean it, this time. I’ll never get this boneheaded story to sound even remotely good at all.” Diana ran her hand through her hair, elbows on the desk in front of her. Spencer shook his head, making his way over to her.
“Yes, you will. And you’ll finally get that publication.” He continued as she groaned, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. "…and become a world famous author! Soon every person in the world will have their very own Diana Reid story.
“You really believe that?’ Her tone became soft, unbelieving. "I always have.” he reassured her, kissing his mother on the cheek. She seemed satisfied with that so he had started cleaning up, making sure not to step on any pages.
“So, did you have a good time in town today?” She mumbled as she worked, adjusting her spectacles.
“I got a new book.” He shrugged and stayed quiet for a few moments. “……Mama, do you think I’m odd?”
“My son? Odd?” She tutted, shaking her head. "Where would you get an idea like that?“
"Oh, I don’t know. It’s just I’m not sure I’ve ever really fitted in this town. There’s no one I can really talk to.”
“What about that…’ She snapped her fingers for a moment trying to think. "Diane? She’s a pretty little thing! Rich as well….” Spencer snorted. “She’s pretty all right, pretty rude and conceited and…Oh Mother, she’s not for me!”
“Well, don’t you worry, cause this book should be the start of a new life for us. I think that’s done it. Now, give it a read.” She thrusted the stack of papers over in his direction. It took him about 20 minutes to get through the whole thing, well, everything he was given while Diana almost paced a hole in the floor. “Well….It’s wonderful. My favorite book so far.”
“It works? It works!” She shrieked, grabbing him in a hug and kissing his face.
“You did it! You really did it!” He hoped his mother’s words rang true. He so badly wished to get out of here, one nice he knew for certain his mother was safe, maybe then he could try thinking about love. -
The next morning Spencer watched with a frown as his mother got ready for her yearly trip to Paris. He was never allowed to go, and although he wondered why, he never fought his mother’s decision. She went every year not only to go and publish her books but to go and learn new things, get new books, and bring back new ideas. Diana had always wanted to be a teacher, but she wasn’t allowed to, as a women, for they were too “fragile”.
“My dear, is there anything you would like?” Diana was bustling around outside, getting all of her bags and books. Spencer pitched in to help, his added strength unfortunately making the job done quicker.
“I only wish for a rose.” He replied, smile growing when Diana turned, slightly puzzled. “You ask for that every year…” She wondered out loud, giving him a look.
“There are no roses that grow in this part of town… I’ve looked everywhere. I can remember when I was younger, they used to be all around us…” He mumbled, scratching the back of his neck, stopping his bashful activities when his mother leaned over and kissed his forehead.
“Then I will continue to bring you one.” She cupped the side of his face with her hand, saying her goodbyes and heading on her way. Spencer ran behind her, shouting and waving his own goodbyes until Phillippe pulled the carriage too fast for his liking.
It wasn’t until early the next morning, earlier then the crows of the roosters that Spencer heard violent whinny’s outside of the house. He opened the door to find Phillippe, no carriage, his mother not in sight. Without a second thought he climbed on the horses back, flicking the reins.
“Take me to her.”
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I honestly forgot what this was for haha usually I don’t get these kinds of messages. BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH!
53. 5 things that make me happy
-Getting my hair done(Dyed and cut, nothing makes me feel better about life)
-Seeing my grandma(We live far away from each other even though she helped raise me when I was younger so I feel I can always turn to her)
-Good coffee/Good pasta (They count as one since it’s a food category)
-Spending time with my friends, trying different activities with them
-And of course, binge watching my favorite shows and writing about them. It also makes me so happy when people actually enjoy things that I write it’s unbelievable and just thank you to everyone who reads my work and sends in requests even though I’m a procrastinator I will get around and post each one because I love to do it.
Scars and Flowers
A/N: Who needs an angsty Valentines fic since Valentines day was a roller-coaster of good and bad? Today was such a sweet and bitter day for me I just wanted to right something that reflected that in the world of wonderful fiction.
Valentine’s day Fic, warnings of some gore talk.
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“Why don’t you just call a cab?” Your boyfriend, Spencer Reid, asked through the phone. “It could start raining then the odds of you getting a cold go up, and you’ll miss our reservation tomorrow at your favorite restaurant.”
You could tell from his tone that he was smirking; after all you thought that he forgot. “Oh, so now tomorrow is more than just February 14?” You couldn’t hide the laugh in your voice. “Who talked to you? Emily? JJ?”
“Penelope and Derek actually. It was very uncomfortable, but I’m sorry I forgot it. You won’t be surprised but it will be my first celebrating the holiday with someone I care about.”
It started to rain, as Spencer predicted, on your walk back to your apartment but you still felt a blush grow on your cheeks. “It’s okay, I care about you too. In fact, I even got a little valentine’s day surprise for you.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah, I think you’re really going to like it. It involves me in something new and you in nothing at all.”
You heard Spencer chuckle at you’re teasing but before you can continue you noticed a man with a ski mask walking towards you. “Oh my god.”
Spencer immediately sensed the change of mood. “What? (Name), what’s happening?”
You tried to turn to make a break for it, but saw two more men in ski masks coming right for you.
“Spencer!” You yelled into the phone while dashing into the street. It was your only option, but it was late and no cars were driving by. “There’s three of them, oh my god, why is no one else around!”
The three men chased you into the road, surrounding you. The two in front of you both pulled out guns.
“(Name)! What’s going on? Where are you?”
“I’m in front of the old book-!” You felt a sudden jab in your neck, as the man behind you grabbed you. You tried to fight out of his hold, even when the world started to fade away. You could still hear Spencer’s voice, but your body stopped fighting shortly after.
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“(Name), please tell me what’s going on!” Spencer shouted again, getting the attention of his fellow agents who were about to leave.
“Reid what’s going on?” Derek asked.
Spencer shook his head, hoping that he’d hear his girlfriend speak again and say how it was all a mistake.
He heard breathing on the other end, and got hopeful for a second. But then the voice came through and it wasn’t his girlfriend. “Hello, agent.”
“Who is this? What have you done to (Name)?”
Spencer now had the attention of everyone in the room, and with Hotch’s gesture he switched to speaker phone.
“I warned you agents I was going after each and every one of you. After we take care of her, we’ll move on to the rest of each dirty agent’s family members. See how it feels.”
The line cut out, but it didn’t matter everyone knew exactly who that was.
“I tracked her phone, it’s not moving but I have access to the security cameras.” Penelope said typing away on a nearby computer. “And if I back up the tape, okay, I have the car and license plate that took her.”
Hotch got everyone into action. “I want road blocks set up and for every agent and cop to know who we are after.”
Spencer couldn’t believe this, he also wouldn’t let these pieces of garbage get away with it. “Penelope, can you follow the car with different security cameras? Find out where they are taking her.”
“Oh, okay, okay, I’m on it.” She takes a moment and Spencer watches as different videos flash across the screen all following the same car. Until the car disappeared. “Uh, what?”
“Find it.” Spencer felt the harshness of his tone, but didn’t really register it.
“Wait,” Emily said reviewing the last tape again. “I think I know where they’re heading.”
“Then let’s go.”
Hotch grabbed Spencer’s arm. “Reid, you’re not going out there.”
“You’re insane if you think I’m not going after her.” Spencer said glaring at his superior. “Besides, it’s my fault she’s even in this mess. I should have protected her, and I’m going to protect her now.”
Hotch seemed as though he was going to continue the argument, but felt the pressure of time and let it go. Not that it really mattered though, because Spencer and the rest of the team were almost out the door.
..
You woke to hushed voices in an echoed room. Faintly you could hear the rain pattering down against the windows. You didn’t know where you were but you knew you needed to get out. Trying to tug your hands forward you discovered you were tied up, hands bound behind your back and each foot tied to a chair leg.
“Look who’s up.”
With that announcement the three men from earlier surrounded you again, this time without their masks. They looked rough; between bruises and burns you knew you couldn’t identify these men.
“Please,” You whispered, finding that your voice was now hoarse, needing to find reason in this mess. “I’ll pay you whatever you want; this doesn’t need to go further.”
The one closest to you smirked. “That’s not up to you now, doll. You have your friends at the FBI to thank for this.”
Your whole body stiffened and your gaze turned cold towards the men. You were done talking now, your thoughts ran through countless memories between your friends, your family, at the BAU. It didn’t matter that you weren’t an agent they still welcomed you into their group the second Spencer introduced you. Spencer.
“Now,” One of the men said pulling out a large knife. “You’re going to answer some questions for us or else things will get messy.”
You turned your head to the side, biting your lip and avoiding their gaze. You’d do anything to protect Spencer. It didn’t matter what happened to you, as long as he was safe that’s all that mattered.
“Give us the addresses of everyone on that team.”
You shook your head.
He brought the knife to your cheek, pushing against it, forcing your head to turn towards them. There it rested, not yet piercing the skin. “Are you sure about that answer?”
You just glared at him. Your love and desire to protect Spencer out weighted your fear.
In one motion the knife slashed across your cheek.
It stung, and while you knew that head wounds tend to bleed more than other parts of the body, the amount of blood dripping down your cheek didn’t help your resolve.
That’s how the next few hours continued. You refused to give out your friend’s addresses and so you suffered cuts on your cheek, shoulders, and arms. Each one stung, but the stinging feeling was one of the only things keeping you from passing out. While each wound was superficial the amount of your own blood around you was sending you into shock.
“This isn’t working,” Finally one man said to the other. “We should just kill her and get out of here before we’re found out.”
The man who was slicing you sighed. He dropped the knife to the ground, and pulled out his gun pointing it at your head. “This is your last chance.”
You gave a bitter smile, tears starting to form from the reality setting in. “I’ll never tell you anything that could hurt the people I care about.”
That’s when you heard it, something that scared the men but filled you with hope. “FBI! Put your weapons down!”
Two of the men ran off, being chased by the police, Derek, and Emily. The one holding the gun hid behind you pressing the barrel of the gun into your temple. Hotch and JJ were there, keeping their aim focused waiting for an opening at the man behind you. Then, Spencer was in front of you. You actually felt a swell of joy rise up inside of you, because even if you died you got to see him at least one last time.
But you wished he didn’t look so broken. Even through his attempt at a straight face, you could still see it.
“Put the weapon down, Carnauba.” Hotch demanded. But you tuned out their argument, because if it continued you knew this man was going to kill you. Hotch was distracted and you knew Spencer would never allow a plan that put you in danger, so that left you with the best shot in the BAU. You locked eyes with JJ, and gave a slight motion with your head. She nodded, hopefully in understanding. You mouthed a countdown from three, two, and on one you jerked your head forward quickly at the same time JJ fired a shot killing the man behind you.
Your head spun, and the ringing in your ear seemed to be louder than the actual gunshot. Spencer was holding you tight a second later, squeezing you until you cried out from the pain on your arms and shoulders. He kissed your forehead, running his hands down the sides of your head, you couldn’t hear him quite yet, but you understood him. You’re okay, thank god, you’re okay. I’ve got you now, don’t worry.
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You don’t know when you lost consciousness exactly, but you were thankful to wake up in a hospital. Stiff bandages covered your cheeks, and shoulders, some of the cuts requiring simple bandages while others needed stiches. You didn’t think it was a bad trade off, since you believed you were going to die.
“Hey there.” You heard the sweet voice of your boyfriend say from the hospital doorway. In his arms were a bouquet of flowers, chocolates, and a cute teddy bear with heart shaped balloons tied to it.
You couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face even if you wanted to; this was one of the cutest things you’ve ever seen.
A smile seemed to be all Spencer needed to fully enter the room; he set everything down on a nearby table and engulfed you in a hug, this time minding your injuries. “You can’t imagine how scared I was. I can’t believe I almost lost you because of-,”
You cut him off. “You can’t blame yourself or the team for what happened. It was those psychos who did it, and it doesn’t matter. I’m right here, and I’m alive because of you. Spencer, I love you so much.”
He kissed your temple. “I love you too. But I am sorry you had to start Valentine’s Day like this.”
You shrugged, giving him a kiss back. “It’s not the worst start I’ve had to a Valentine’s Day.”
“It’s not?” He gave you a curious look that made you giggle.
“No, it is. I was just trying to make it better.” You both laughed, cutting the tension in the air. After all, you were both alive and well and in love. Why not make the best of it?
Anonymous asked:
Would you ever considered doing a part 2 to bad decisions?
Of course! It’s on my list, I know it seems like I’ve left this blog here to die but that’s not the case. I will be working on requests and updating unfinished stories like Bad Decisions. Thank you for asking, but it will take some time to get back on track. I promise it’s not forgotten though.
Anonymous asked:
When are you updating my light?
Thanks for asking! I’ve been having a hard time, but hopefully I’m back on track now. So My Light should be the next story I ‘update’ or post I guess. Then I have a few requests before I do other part twos.
The Vegas Lights
Anonymous Asked: I have this idea in my head and I was hoping you'd be able to do some justice for it. I was wondering if you'd be able to do a Spencer x reader where the reader is a magic con artist and she is involved in a case in Las Vegas and Spencer starts to fall in love with her.
Author’s Note: This is probably how I’ll post stories from now on, just so its easier to look at. Also I apologize for my absence I was really struggling and having a hard time but hopefully I’m back. Because this is what I love doing and I love hearing from you all. I know this isn’t probably what you had in mind anon but it’s where my brain went so enjoy. P.S. Not edited so sorry for mistakes, I’ll fix them later but I really wanted to post something.
You were working your usual area, outside on the strip under all the neon lights. You needed a bigger, open space to work your shows, made it easier to take cash without anyone noticing. You missed your stage, but when times were tough you made do with what you had. Today felt like your day. You were able to get your new wardrobe, your new tricks were working without a hitch and you already had more cash than you should carry in the Vegas streets. Now, it was time for your final act.
That’s when you noticed the detective. She was a fiery spirit, older, and really didn’t like you. Interesting development, she was being followed by two other detectives. You took another look as you tried to pull the crowd closer to you; they weren’t detectives they were FBI. Sadly this meant you couldn’t pull off your real final act, so you’d just have to settle for a disappearing illusion instead.
You had what looked like a changing tent on wheels; it was circular and had a long black curtain that dragged on the ground. It was perfect and you borrowed in from the shop that was behind where you were preforming so it wasn’t your responsibility to clean up. “Ladies and gentlemen, I’ll need a volunteer who’s very good at walking.”
“I’ll volunteer, (Name).” The detective called to you, but she was still working her way to the front of the crowd with the two agents.
You tsked. “Sorry detective, but you just got here so that’s not very fair.” You grabbed a girl who was in the very front and you enclosed yourself inside the curtain. “Okay, sweetheart, I need you to spin this thing around three times, and then the detective will pull back the curtains and I’ll have a surprise waiting for her.”
Of course, you were standing in the back of the crowd by the time she pulled back the curtain. You would have gotten farther but you really liked the look on the detectives face when she pulled aside the curtain to find you missing. You quickly slipped on a sweater, and as cheesy as it was you also put on a pair of fake glasses. But it did help you blend easier in the crowds Vegas seemed to draw in. You were checking behind you, trying to see if any of the agents were coming after you, when you walked straight into someone.
Spencer had a feeling that you’d escape the moment you saw the detective, so he kept his distance from the scene while Derek and Emily followed the detective. He couldn’t get a good view of you from where he stood but he could see the act. He was able to see you escape, but then he lost you in the crowd. He was scanning to see if you somehow got ahead of him, when someone knocked right into him. He wasn’t expecting it and the person was going at full force so that you both fell onto the ground.
Well, Spencer fell onto the ground, while you fell on top of him. You groaned in pain, before bolting up to a sitting position. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”
Spencer looked up, and recognized immediately that you were the suspect they were looking for. But he felt his breath stolen away from him, as he got lost in your beauty. It was more than that of course, but he couldn’t stop his heart from racing at just the mere sight of you. As a profiler, Spencer could see your ability to care and be gentle even with your tough exterior. All these complex thoughts raced through his head in a matter of seconds but he suddenly became extremely aware that you were still sitting on top of him. “I’m alright, but could you get off of me? I have a thing about germs.”
“Right and we’re on the side walk, in Vegas.” You quickly stood up, and Spencer could see you wincing as he got up too.
“Are you okay?”
“I just scraped up my hands a little, again, I’m sorry.” You made a move to walk away, but since you were the suspect they were looking for, Spencer couldn’t let you leave.
“I have some bandages and some antibacterial spray in my car. It would be best to get that taken care of.” Spencer saw the indecision on your face, but he also noticed the way you scanned the crowd behind you and saw the detective, Derek, and Emily heading towards the two of you.
“That sounds…” You gave one last look at the detective before interlocking your arm with Spencer’s. “Wonderful. Please, let’s go right now.”
Spencer started to lead you back to the SUV’s they came in, when you suddenly jumped away. He didn’t know if you were on to him, so he didn’t say anything until you gave him a shy look, blushing slightly.
“Sorry! You said you had a thing with germs, I have a tendency to invade personal space, sorry about that.”
Spencer was more surprised that he didn’t even really notice, he was always worried that something about her seemed familiar to him. He rubbed his arm suddenly feeling nervous. “It’s no problem. My car is right here.”
You inspected the SUV, and Spencer couldn’t have timed it better. Right then, the Detective and the rest of his team walked up. The Detective had handcuffs on you before you could even let out a curse.
“Come on, (Name), we need to bring you in for some questioning.”
So that’s how you ended up in an interrogation room. Glaring daggers and the cutie that conned you here, along with one of the other agents who caught you.
Cutie started the conversation. “So, (Name), you’re a magician?”
“That’s the best name for me, Spencer.”
At his confused look, you only smirked. The cuffs luckily didn’t stop you from reaching your pocket. You pulled out his official F.B.I. ‘badge’ and threw it on the table. He quickly swiped it up, still looking a little lost of when you were able to grab it.
“So you mean you’re a con artist.” You think her name was Emily, Agent Emily. She obviously didn’t like your tricks.
“I preform, people pay me, and I’m good at a little slight of hand. I used to have a professional stage but now I do just fine on the streets.”
“Your stage? Where you used to perform with your partner Stephen Roth?”
You rubbed your head. If you were here because of that idiot you were going to lose it. “Doesn’t he go by something else now, what was it? Stephen Shade?”
Spencer finally spoke up again. “Shadows.”
“That still sounds shitty.” You felt a little tension grow in the air. You should have guessed, F.B.I. wouldn’t be coming after you if Stephen was just bad to his old habits. “What happened? Did he do something?”
“You don’t seem surprised that this is about him.” Emily noted.
“Yeah, well he was an asshole with a gambling problem and violent tendencies.”
“We suspect him of committing five murders. All of young and attractive women.”
Well that stopped you. Murder? But he promised you he was getting help, why would he lie to you? After you forgave him even, for stealing your show.
Emily gave Spencer a look, apparently it was a surprise to them that you didn’t know about this. “This must be quite shocking for you, but it’s really important that we find him before he can hurt anyone else. According to our profile we don’t have much time before he grabs his new victim.”
You shook your head, probably too aggressively but you couldn’t believe this. You didn’t want to believe it.
Spencer spoke to you now, softly in a tone that brought a sense of clarity to your head. “You can help us, and help him. We just need to know places that he’d be, he’s not at his house or anywhere near the stage he performs at. Is there any place you know of that he’d be?”
You did, you knew exactly where he’d be.
But you weren’t telling them that.
Spencer watched you exit the police station, not being able to shake the feeling of him doing something wrong. What was he supposed to do chase after you? His eyes lingered on the door too long, he was caught.
“Pretty boy, what are you thinking?”
Spencer tried to snap himself out of it but he couldn’t. “She wasn’t saying everything. I think she knows something.”
“What like a partner?”
“No.” Spencer said with just a bit too much force. “Um, no. Just that she knows something that might put her in danger.”
At that moment, an officer rushed out of one of the rooms and out the front entrance. The team could hear what sounded like shouting before the man rushed back inside.
“Agents!” He greeted them while running up to them. “I was watching your informant leave the station on the cameras and she was grabbed down the street almost out of view of the camera. A man in a truck hit her over the head, then dragged her into the truck and drove away.”
Hotch spoke up, while the rest of the team was already in motion. “Send that footage to our tech analysis, hopefully we still are able to catch up.”
Spencer was first out the door and instead of waiting for his team; he hopped in one of the cop cars that would be leading the chase. Spencer couldn’t believe that he just let you go, when you obviously knew something. Now you were in even more danger, and he didn’t know why but he couldn’t let anything bad happen to you.
Before anything you felt the pain. Someone had split open your head you were sure of it. You knew exactly where you were before you even opened your eyes. It was a vacant house, on the bad side of town. You two used to come here to practice new tricks and work on your act before you got your own stage.
When you opened your eyes, you were disgusted on the point of vomiting. Red and blue lights outside the window lit the room, every stain, every fragment of what used to be a human and a lifeless girl sprawled out on a mattress on the floor.
Stephen looked dirty, he was scratched up too those claw marks from human nails were visible as he peaked through the window holding a gun.
“Oh, Stephen.” You groaned surprising him. “What happened to you?”
“Shut your fucking mouth. Things weren’t the same when you left, no one could get it right like you could.” You saw the crazed look in his eyes, he was too far gone.
“It’s not our time to die Stephen, put the gun down.” From the corner of your eye you were able to see shadows in the kitchen. You didn’t dare look away, but you really hoped it was that Agent coming to pull you out of here. This wasn’t the Stephen you worked with or knew. This was a monster.
“ I know… I know what I did was wrong but once I started I couldn’t stop. It was addictive better than any drug, or any performance. But there is only one way out of this for me.” He said tapping the gun to his head, finally turning back to the window. “(Name), I’m not going alone either.”
You twisted to face behind you, fear starting to take control of you, and were relieved to see Spencer standing there. If Spencer could trick you into getting taken into custody, than he could handle Stephen. Spencer was gesturing for you to come towards him, so you tried to slide as quietly as you could.
“You were my partner (Name), you deserve better than a bullet.” He spoke to you while still gazing out the window, but his venomous tone made you pause. “Maybe I’ll let you see exactly what those other girls saw, how their final moments were ended by me.”
You looked back to Spencer with tears forming in your eyes, your heart was pumping so fast you could barely hear and you felt your breathing start to turn heavy.
Spencer mouthed at you, still remaining out of Stephen’s sight. “Calm down,” He mouthed. “I’m here, just come to me. It’s okay.”
You couldn’t take this anymore, you quietly made your way to your feet and now being able to stand ran to Spencer as other agents ran past you towards Stephen. Spencer grabbed you quickly embracing you and covering your ears as you cried onto his bullet proof vest. Gunshots went off, you wanted to scream but it couldn’t escape your throat. So instead you just held onto Spencer and cried as you heard the body of your old friend fall to the floor.
Once he was sure the gunshots were through he used his hands to hold you and stroke your hair. “I thought,” You mumbled to him. “You had a thing with germs.”
“You were already on me once today, so just for you I don’t really mind.”
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For the Sake of a Kiss
“A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.”
― Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac
Spencer sat back at his desk, observing the festivities around him. It was the annual Christmas party at the BAU, and, as tradition, everything was fun in the beginning. Until all the drinking started. Now Garcia was wearing one of those silly hats that held mistletoe over the wearers head, and was kissing everyone in the office. Spencer couldn’t help but chuckle, the spiked eggnogs always sent her over. But watching he couldn’t help but ponder – what is a kiss?
The answer, simple enough, two sets of lips touching. But who even came up with such a thing? Again easy, the earliest recorded accounts of something alluding to a kiss were by the Vedas over three thousand years ago. But…what was it for? What was the point? It seemed to be just another excuse to touch. Something Spencer only reserved for specific people anyways. But why touch there, yes, kissing had far fewer germs than touching of hands, but why would someone just place their mouth on another? It seemed to be the sort of thing people did just to acquire and add up like a score card amongst their peers for the most part. It was intimate to some, and nothing to others. Some would kiss like it their lives depended on it, savoring that one touch from that one person like it was oxygen. For others kissing cheeks, hands, even lips to anyone who greeted them. It was one of the few things on this earth Spencer Reid could not fathom.
He had kissed, and he had been kissed. He had always kissed his mother’s cheek, had been kissed by Lila, and, yes, both of those affections were pleasant in their own way. But he couldn’t understand why. Of course he loved his mother and understood why a kiss farewell would symbolize something. But with Lila, was it the moment, was it because she was attractive, was it because he wanted to be wanted? He wasn’t sure.
“Why are you sitting here by yourself when a party is going on?”
His concentration broke as he looked up at you from his seat. He could feel his cheeks redden as he looked you over; it was odd seeing you out of your work clothes but seeing you decked in an oversized red wool sweater the pattern of white reindeers splattered across as it hit your thighs, tight blacks leggings and white fuzzy boots – it was nice. You were attractive regardless, but seeing you with your hair down instead of in a bun as it waved over your shoulders and the piece de la resistance, some goofy bell antlers Garcia must have snuck on you, he realized how much you shined. He had noticed your personality first; a mixture of Garcia’s bubbly exuberance, Emily’s snarkiness and sarcasm, and JJ’s mothering instincts, it all swirled together into something uniquely you.
“Spencer? You okay?”
He was staring and he shouldn’t be you were his friend, coworker, and all this thought on kissing is messing with his head. Clearing his throat, he sat up straighter.
“I’ve never really been a party person, especially when it comes with the drinking. Besides I’m afraid Garcia will attack me.”
They both turned at that, the bubbly blonde was currently placing kisses on Henry and Michael, both boys’ faces covered in the fire engine red lipstick, as she tickled them as they both wriggled in laughter.
“It’s sweet.”
His gaze moved back to you; your arms cross but a warm smile on your face as you watched.
“It is. She’s a good godmother.”
“And you’re a good godfather. Though I don’t know all of what you do in your spare time. You could be a Vito Corleone type of godfather in your off hours.”
He choked back a cough of laughter at that. “I’ve never made anyone sleep with the fishes if that’s what you’re wondering.”
“No, I don’t suppose you would, that seems more like Rossi’s department to me. He’s got too much of that Italian swagger to not have a ring to kiss.”
Kiss?
“I-I was just thinking about that.”
You tilted your head in interest. “Oh? Rossi or – “
“No, kissing, I mean not me kissing or anything. I meant to say I was thinking of kissing because of the season, with mistletoe and everything.”
He knew he was talking fast; you were wearing that smile you always reserved for when he rambled or fumbled with his words.
“I know it originated from like Norse mythology, I think, it might’ve been the Celtics.”
“The Celts hung mistletoe to ward off evil spirits whereas the Norse saw it as a symbol of love and friendship. But it wasn’t until the 18th century when it was used in middle class England to steal kisses.”
“And how many have you stolen tonight?”
“Me?!? No, I haven’t taken any, I don’t know why you think – “
He stilled your hand brushing his shoulder in reassurance.
“I’m only teasing you, Spencer. Come on, let’s get you out of that seat. Maybe you’d dance with me?”
You were asking him to dance? If only you knew he had two left feet.
“I don’t think so; you might like to have your toes by the end of the night.”
You feigned a pout, causing the burn to come back to his face. Adorable, being the first word that entered his mind. “You’re not being fair. Come on, you won’t even have to move your feet, we can just sway.”
Spencer tilted his head, hearing the melody for Jingle Bell Rock playing and he couldn’t help but feel skeptical. But the soft smile and warmness radiating from you eased him. If you were willing enough to look like a dork, why couldn’t he?
“Oh, what are you two doing over here? Especially with no decoration.”
Spencer watched as Garcia approached you from behind, pulling you back to place a big kiss to your cheek, a perfect outline of lips remaining as she pulled away.
“Oh, my God, you’re so lucky this matches my sweater, Pen.”
“Twenty-four shade shield, my dear. Here let’s do swaps.”
Garcia switched your antlers for the Dr. Seuss looking mistletoe. “I know our good doctor here hasn’t had a kiss tonight, and I’m pretty sure he’d prefer to get one from you.”
He knew he was flaming in embarrassment, but seeing you shy up was something he wasn’t used to. The red tinge going from your face down your neck was nearly captivating.
“Well, that’s what we get when we think about kisses, Spencer.”
He knew you were trying to make light of it, take away the awkwardness, but the shade of red remained.
“Would you?”
“Would I what?”
“Since I am wearing this thing…would you, you know, want to kiss me?”
His mouth gaped. Did he? Then again would it mean nothing? A symbol of affection? He watched you looking at him in anticipation, and he wondered what you would feel as well. He wiped his palms across his pants.
“Um, sure.”
He already knew he was taller, he was taller than most people that worked here, but towering over you, and looking into your wide eyes he felt like he had shrunk.
“Do I kiss you or –“
“I think I’m supposed to kiss you since I’ve got the hat.”
“Okay –“
They fidgeted for a few more moments, before he heard you sigh, and with that he was sure you were going to walk away. Realizing the mistake you made. But then you were grasping his shoulder again, gaining balance as you tiptoed up enough to place your mouth on his.
Oh.
There was a clicking inside his mind, like when he would put together links of clues from a case. It made sense. All of it. And when you pulled away he was almost desperate enough to bring you back up again the warmth and breath of you gone and leaving him chilled.
“Could I maybe…borrow that?”
You looked up at him in confusion, so he removed the headband himself, trying to keep any snags from getting in your hair. Placing it on his own head he heard you giggle, and he wanted to know what that sound would do when muffled with his lips. Pulling you up again, he placed them softly on yours, the laughter still not out from you and he could collapse as he felt the vibrations from you on him. It was a sharing, it was affection, it was life altering. He felt your fingers twiddle his hair and he allowed one of his own hands bury itself in your, and with that he had no idea if a moan was better than you laughing but he’d work day and night to find out.
“Way to go pretty boy!”
“Oh, but she forgot to put on lipstick.”
“I don’t think he minds.”
He could hear his friends like outside static around him, but it was as if the world had blurred, you the only image he could clearly see. Pulling back he waited for you to snap at him, tell him how inappropriate that was but you only gave a wisp of a smile.
“Not enough.”
“What?”
“It’s from a book I read. ‘If I kiss you all day, everyday, for the rest of my life, it won’t be enough.’ I think that fits in here.”
He smiled at you. “I’d be willing to find out if you are.”
“Oh, I think we could find a way to arrange that, Spencer.”
Anonymous asked:
Are you going to be doing a My Light part two? I really loved that one and really want to read the second part of it!
Yes! I'm really excited for it too, so yes I will be doing a part two. But I have two requests ahead of it so you'll know it's coming after I post the two anon requests that I have scheduled before it. Thanks so much for asking and for reading my work. I really appreciate it!
UPDATE TIME
Hello, Darlings!
Everyone knows sadly that as the lovely fall weather comes so does the college classes, but I really love this blog so I’ll do my best to keep up with it. So far in the works I have 7 new story requests, one request for My Light part two, one request for Past Mistakes part two, and four requests for Bad Decisions part two.
I will not be closing requests just because if you have an idea I know how terrible it feels when you forget it. I’m just letting everyone know that I see the requests and I’m doing my best to get them all written, but it will take some time. I really appreciate all the love each fic has gotten and it just fuels me to keep going.
Thank you all so much!
Anonymous asked:
Could you write spencer x reader (the reader is a model maybe)they like dating but broke up cause he choose maeve and the team start ignore her too but when they meet again she become like bad girl(drinking,smoking etc) and spencer feel sad&angry
I’d really like to thank everyone for all the requests I keep getting, they’re really interesting and I’m working on them the best that I can! Thank you so much for this request I really hope you enjoy it! :D
Title: Bad Decisions
“Spencer,please.” You begged your boyfriend grabbing his hands. At first you thought hewas joking, but this ‘joke’ was going on for too long.
Hewinced (something that happened a lot lately when you spoke too loud or theroom was too bright) and removed his hands from yours. “I’m sorry, (Name). Butthere’s something wrong with me, I know there is and it’s just better thisway.”
Youtried to bite back a sob. “Better for whom, exactly? You’re in pain and I woulddo anything to help you.”
“Exactly,you’re better off not worrying about me. You have your contract in San Diegoand I won’t let you ruin your career just to stay here and be with someone whocan’t even take care of you.”
“Idon’t want to be without you Spencer; I’d rather bartend forever with you thanhave a stupid modelling job without you.” You felt the tears slide down yourface. “I’d be nothing without you Spencer Reid; I don’t want to lose you.”
“I’msorry, (Name), but I don’t want to be with you anymore. Whether you go to SanDiego or not, it’s over between us.” His phone went off then, and you couldn’teven hear the conversation he had with whoever was on the other line. Yourworld was shattering around you, how could you even breathe? Spencer iseverything to you, and now you were suffocating. He ended his call and lookedat you, without a hint of regret in his eyes. “There’s a case, so that’ll giveyou a few days to get all your stuff out of my apartment. Please don’t be herewhen I get back.”
Thosewere the last words he said to you, before jetting out of your life. Without him, your ‘friends’ Penelope and JJshut you out of their life too. They left nothing for you in Virginia, so youfollowed your new career path to San Diego. The first year wasn’t so bad. Yourose higher then you thought possible, from front page magazine covers to gueststarring in everything from music videos to movies. You spent that first yearbecoming so big that everyone had to see you. But going to the top meantreaching past your limits and taking whatever you could get your hands on inorder to stay up.
Yeartwo came with the addictions, and money you were blowing fast. One of yourfavorite things to waste your money on was a private eye who lived in Virginia.Who was able to tell you how happy and healthy Spencer suddenly turned after hemet the girl of his dreams. Maeve Donovan, the geneticist, brought an obviouslight into Spencer’s life and one that you apparently couldn’t offer. That’swhen you decided you didn’t want to know any more about Spencer’s new life.
Thatbrings you to year three. You don’t remember the last time you actually atesomething because all it was now was the pills, the alcohol, and whatever joboffer you could get. When you weren’t a model for hire, you were found in yourfavorite bar sitting in your corner booth. In the beginning you would have beendrinking something cute or something clear, but now all you had was whateverwas the strongest. Right now you were on drink number three, so the day wasjust getting started.
Usuallythe owner kept the music up for you, since not a lot of people visited bars inthe morning, but it suddenly went quiet. He was talking to two women and youcould hear every word.
“I’magent Blake, this is agent Jareau, we’re with the FBI we just have a couplequestions for you.”
“Don’tknow how much help I’ll be, but ask away.” The owner, Jeff, replied.
Youinternally groaned. You didn’t know this Blake woman, but you remembered JJ andif JJ was in town then you knew the rest of the BAU team was here too.
“We’relooking for a man that was here two nights ago, he’s targeting attractive womenwho are failed models, out of work actresses, or struggling musicians.”
Youheard Jeff chuckle. “No offense, ladies, but that describes most of mybusiness. All guys are trying to score with them and all the girls have triedsomething to get famous.”
JJspoke up now. “He would have been dressed like he had money, but was probablyusing fake credit cards that might have even gotten declined. But he stillwould have wanted to pay for everything, and was probably very aggressivetowards everyone around him even the women he was trying to lure with a promiseof contracts, work, or record deals. The women he is targeting would have beendrinking more than they should have and were probably complaining aboutrejection.”
Youreally were debating between having another drink or sneaking out before JJrecognized you. Maybe you’d even need to get out of town for about a week, justto be safe.
“Thedude description I don’t recognize, but I think I might know a gal who was herethat night and sounds a lot like the type you’re looking for.”
“That’sgreat; do you have a number so we could contact her?”
Youdidn’t really like where this was going.
“Noneed, she’s sitting in the spot she’s at whenever she’s not working.” Jeffraised his voice. “Isn’t that right, (Name)? It’s like she lives here, I shouldcharge her rent.”
“Fuckyou.” You called back to him. You should have ran while you had the chance. Itdidn’t take long for the two women to make their way to your corner. You juststared at your drink, knowing that JJ and this other woman could now see youface.
“Ohmy god.” JJ mumbled. “(Name)? Is that really you?”
Youchewed on your lip, and spared a glance over to JJ. She looked shocked, butstill beautiful as always and so was Blake this new agent working with them.Blake looked more confused than anything else but it’s not like they talkedabout you and Spencer while catching killers.
“JJ,I’d say it’s nice to see you but it’s not.” You downed the rest of your drink,ready to get out of here.
Blakedecided to speak up in JJ’s silence. “(Name), we’d just like to ask you a fewquestions about a man who visits here often.”
“Youlook like you haven’t eaten in days.” JJ blurted out.
Youjust shrugged; because it might’ve been days or weeks you were never sure. “Idon’t pay attention to anyone who walks in here. I won’t know your ‘unsub’ ifhe was standing right next to me.”
JJinterrupted before Blake could talk again. “Penelope has been checking up onyou, you have money and everything you post online is happy and motivational.This just doesn’t make sense.”
“I’ma model, sometimes actor; I only get paid if people care about who I am. Idon’t run my social media; someone else does to make me look good.”
“Doyou want me to give you two some privacy?” Blake asked.
Yourolled your eyes. “No, because I was just leaving. How long is the FBI in town?I’ll probably take a vacation until you guys leave.”
“Please,”JJ suddenly pleaded with you. “Don’t do this. The man we’re looking for couldtarget you next.”
Youslid out of your booth and started to walk away, leaving probably too muchmoney on the table. “I don’t care.” You only made it about two steps before youfelt a pair of cuffs around your wrists.
“Sorry,but this is probably for your own good. Once you sober up I’m sure you’ll beable to answer some questions about if you saw anything two nights ago.”
Youknew that she couldn’t do this, she couldn’t just bring you into custody, butyou didn’t really have much of a will to fight these days.
Spencerand Derek were just returning to the police station from the last dump site andSpencer didn’t like the tension that hung in the air. He could tell Derek feltit too by the look they shared. JJ was arguing with a police officer, whileHotch and Blake watched almost awkwardly until they noticed Spencer.
“Reid.”Hotch called. “There’s something you should see.”
“What’sgoing on?” Derek asked. “Did something happen with the case?”
Hotchsighed, looking over at JJ. “She thinks that she has found a witness.”
Spencerlooked over to his friend still fighting with the officer, then back at Hotch.“You don’t sound too sure.”
“You’llunderstand why when you see who it is. Rossi is talking to her in theinterrogation room.”
“What?We don’t hold witnesses in there.” Derek and Spencer were equally confused, butDerek was the only one vocalizing it. “Is she dangerous or something?”
“Onlyto herself it seems.” Hotch left it as that as he led the two into the back.
Spencerfroze when he saw who was on the other side of the glass. It was you. Spencerfelt Hotch and Derek’s eyes on him, but he didn’t care. After all these yearsthere you were, the only thing separating him from you was the glass and rightnow only he could see you, it almost wasn’t fair. Spencer noticed right awaythe hollowness in your face, the twitches caused from addiction, and the drunkenheat in your cheeks. You were right there, but you weren’t the same.
Spencerpressed the speaker button so he could hear the conversation between you and Rossi.He couldn’t face you yet, but he wanted to hear your voice.
“Wherehas the time gone, (Name)?” Rossi asked you.
Yousmiled back at him, and it both warmed and broke Spencer’s heart. “Down thedrain it seems, Dave. I don’t think I’ve moved up in life since the last timewe saw each other, and you’re still with the BAU.”
“Yes,well, they can’t get rid of me so easily. Last I checked, you’ve been doingpretty well for yourself; a model, an actress, you’ve even dated a couple ofA-listers.”
“Ifyou believe what the media tells you.”
Rossitilted his head, and Spencer could tell he was analyzing you too. Right afteryou said that you crossed your arms and leaned away from Rossi as if you weretrying to close yourself off or if you thought maybe you revealed too much.
“What’sreally been going on then?”
Youshook your head and your voice cracked when you spoke. “Do you really think Icould be with anyone after Spencer? All those guys, they never even came homewith me it was all for publicity for movies.” You cleared your throat. “I know peopleare supposed to move on with their lives after break ups, but Spencer was everythingto me. I couldn’t picture a life without him, and now my life feelsmeaningless.”
Spencerhad enough.
Hecouldn’t take this anymore.
So,despite Hotch and Derek’s protests, he pushed his way into the interrogationsroom. He looked in your eyes in silence long enough for your tears to spillover. “How could you not see it, (Name)? I was holding you back! From yourdream career, from a better life, from being free! You couldn’t have that withme.”
Youstood angrily, stumbling from the feeling of the room spinning. “You didn’teven give me a chance, Spencer! I had a better life with you, and I wanted tohelp you but you wouldn’t let me.” The room started to go black and you fellback into your seat. Rossi called your name and everyone could see clearly howthe little action drained you. You weren’t passing out yet though, you glaredat Spencer, tears leaving ugly stains on your face and spoke very slowly. “Doesit really look like I’m better off?”
Spencerdidn’t get the chance to answer, you finally passed out and Rossi called for anambulance to take you to the hospital. As JJ and Hotch ran into the room tohelp, Spencer pushed his way out and didn’t stop until he was out behind thepolice station. He told himself he needed the air, but really he couldn’t standto see you like that. All while knowing it was his fault.
“Kid,”Derek tried not seeming to be getting his attention. “Reid, are you listeningto me?”
Spencerdidn’t even realize he followed him out here, he felt like he couldn’t breathe.“What? Sorry… What did you say?”
“Isaid, they’re taking (Name) to the hospital and I think you should be with heruntil she wakes up while the rest of us work on this.”
“Don’tbe ridiculous, I need to work on the case. Besides I doubt she’d want to see the personwho ruined her life.”
“Reid,you can’t-.”
“Can’twhat? Take responsibility?” Spencer’s voice was slowly gaining volume with eachsyllable. “You heard her in there; she’s like that because of me! I loved herand I pushed her away because of something that was wrong with me! You saw her Derek; she’s obviously not eatingor sleeping and she’s drinking herself to death!”
Spencerfelt like he was falling, he couldn’t help but scream because you were essentiallykilling yourself and the thought alone tore Spencer to pieces. He was supposedto save and protect people but there you were dying because of him.
“Spencer.”Derek said grabbing him by the shoulders. “You can’t put this on yourself, man.Nobody could’ve known this was going to happen, you just thought you were doingthe right thing.”
“Yeah,and I was wrong.” Spencer couldn’t look Derek in the eyes, as his were glossingover. “I didn’t even realize how close I was to losing her, I want to protecther.”
Derekpatted his shoulder, letting him go. “That’s a good start, we all know how wellyou and (Name) worked together, and I don’t think it’s too late. But you needto be there for her, Spencer.”
Spencerquickly wiped at his eyes before meeting Derek’s. “I don’t even know what todo. What should I say to her?”
“Everything.”
could I have a spencer x reader where they went to high school together, but the reader severely bullied him (maybe even talk about the flagpole thing?) but spencer was still in love with the reader, and years later when the reader joins the bau, he breaks down but it ends fluffy? thank you so much!!!!
I had a really hard time with this so hopefully it’s close to what you wanted. Thanks for the request!
Title: Past Mistakes
Warnings: Bullying/Self-hatred.
Itwas your first day and you were trying to tell yourself that you weren’t asnervous as you felt. The elevator doorsslid open and your new boss was waiting for you.
Yourold department wasn’t kidding when they talked about how serious this manlooked, you were really glad you weren’t his enemy. “I take it you’re AgentHotchner.”
Hegave you a small nod. “Sorry to keep you waiting, the team just got back from acase. So we can finally finish your transfer papers.”
“Noneed for an explanation, I’m just looking forward to the new experience.”
“Rightwell, let’s head to my office.” He paused for a second before opening the glassdoors into the BAU offices. “The team is in there now, so we might as well getintroductions out of the way.”
Younodded, nerves tightening every muscle in your stomach, this was going to beyour new team’s first impression and what they will remember of you. AgentHotchner lead you into the room, it was late and mostly empty except for sixpeople huddled around a cluster of desks. Most of them were just chatting itseemed like while one had their back turned focusing on something else.
“Everyone,I’d like you to meet (Full Name). She’ll be starting with us next week.”
Theroom grew silent and you tried to give a confident smile.
“Anew person?” A blonde woman asked. “Since when? How did you hide this from me?”
Yougave a fearful look to Agent Hotchner, was the team really that closed off fromothers?
Buthe only smirked. “She means well, trust me.” Then he proceeded to introduceeveryone in the room and you were able to figure out that Penelope Garcia was theone who ‘means well.’ You were getting ready to say something to the team onceAgent Hotchner finished with all the introductions. Probably something like ‘it’san honor to be working with this team’ or being ‘grateful for the opportunity.’Of course, you never get the chance to try either line because of what AgentHotchner says next.
“Andthe one reading at his desk is Dr. Spencer Reid.”
Youfelt your heart stop.
Uponhearing his name, Spencer finally turned so you could see his face.
Aface that even years later still looked too young. Too young to be walking thehalls of a high school, and too young to be following girls wherever they sayto go. A face that made you feel a wave of guilt as images washed through yourhead. The first day of class, the laughter, the hallways, the abuse, the gym,the torment, the goalpost… you felt your throat tighten.
Helifted his head with a polite smile ready on his face, until he made eyecontact and the smile fell. His eyes were still the same, the same look ofinnocence that pleaded with you.
“Spencer-!”You tried.
Heshot up from his chair. “(Name)?”
Therest of the crowd was giving the two of you some weird stares, especially yournew boss Agent Hotchner. “How do you two know each other?”
Spencerbegan to throw the nearest things of his into his bag, and then made a b-linefor the door. “I’m sorry, I have to go.”
Youcursed to yourself, not sure which was worse; the terrible first impressioneveryone was having of you or the reaction Spencer had just from seeing you.You took a look at each face around the room, feeling their confusion, theirjudgement, their hatred. You knew that they were feeling it because you felt itabout yourself.
AgentHotchner gave you a cold look. “Is there something I should know about therelationship between you and Reid?”
Youreyes went wide, trying to suppress the feelings of fear and guilt, you spokeslowly. “There’s no relationship to explain, but I do know why he is upset. Ican fix this.”
Youfelt yourself moving faster with each step you took away from the group untilyou were in the hall almost sprinting passed the elevator and straight to thestairs. You were nearly jumping down each flight until you reached the mainfloor. You were out the front doors in a matter of seconds and finally sawSpencer. He was moving slowly as if in a daze and before you knew what you weredoing you had a grip around his arm forcing him to turn to look at you.
Hetried to shake you off. “Let go of me.”
“Spencer,please-!”
“Don’tworry, I’m not going to tell them or ruin this job for you!” He yelled, voicebreaking. “No one has to know what you put me through! Now let go of me!”
Yourefused to let go, turning your hold on him to stone, knowing the second heturned his back on you again you’d lose any courage you pretended to have. “Justlisten to me, please!”
Heglared at you then, and you realized just how much he’s grown. His face wasturning red, and his eyes glistened over as he slowly spoke again. “Why shouldI?”
Youdeserved this, as overwhelming as it was, you deserved everything he wasfeeling. “You-You’re right. I d-don’t deserve the chance to explain myself, itwould only seem like excuses anyway and that’s not fair to you.”
Yourvoice was breaking, and you felt yourself shaking. You weren’t emotionallyprepared for this tonight, when usually you’re able to keep a cool head andstay emotionless.
“Ibegged you, (Name).” His eyes searched yours, and suddenly he grabbed a hold ofyour arms. He shook you as each word left his mouth. “Every day in high schoolwas hell and you could have stopped it! If you would have reached out for me,you could have saved me! I was only twelve years old! Why didn’t you doanything?”
Youcouldn’t handle it, the tears spilled over. “I was a kid too, Spencer! At firstI didn’t understand how harmful I was really being!” He scoffed at you, but youhad to try and make him understand. “Everything I did was wrong, but you haveto know I didn’t want them to tie you to the goalpost. That’s when I understoodwhy I should’ve stepped forward, because I wanted to save you but I was soscared. I was sixteen and I was scared what they would do to me. There wereterrible rumors of what those jocks did to girls when they didn’t play along,and I was scared!”
Spencershook his head, as if trying to shake off what you were saying. He started totalk, but stopped and had to try again as tears fell from his eyes. “You could’vecalled someone, someone could’ve helped me.”
Helowered his head, but you could still see each teardrop as they fell.
“I’mso sorry.” You finally choked out. “I’m so sorry, Spencer.”
Thatwas all it took. Spencer crumbled as you pulled him towards you and held him ashe cried on your shoulder. You cried with him, letting all the pent up guiltyou’ve always carried with you leave with each sob. You could finally tell himeverything you’ve always wanted to say.
“You’rethe strongest person I’ve ever known. I’ve been thinking that ever since the dayyou came back to school, still smart and still brave, graduating younger thananyone and at the top of the class.” You felt him relaxing, as if he never evenshed a tear. “I don’t want you to forgive me, I don’t deserve it, I just wantyou to know how sorry I am.”
Spencerleaned away from you, and took a step back. He wiped away stray tears from hisface and you suddenly felt colder. He took a couple seconds of just looking atyou, completely expressionless. “It’ll take time.”
Younodded, not really understanding what he was getting at.
“I’mnot sure when I’ll be able to fully believe you and your apology, but I do knowthat the day I’m able to accept it I’ll be able to forgive you.”
Thatwas more than you could even hope for.
Spencerwasn’t surprised when Hotch called him into his office. He did make sure toclose the office door behind him though, so no other profilers could listen in.
“Dowe need to discuss what happened with Agent (Name)?” Hotch asked holding yourfile in one hand.
“No,I don’t think we do.” Spencer said still standing. He found that meetings alonewith Hotch tended to go faster if Spencer refused to sit down. But Spencer alsoknew that Hotch would need more information then what Spencer was giving him. “(Name)is someone I knew in high school, there were some misunderstandings buteverything is taken care of now.”
“You’resure?”
Spencernodded. “In fact, I recommend that she be transferred into our team. She knowshow to think on her feet, avoid danger, and I believe that she’ll protect us.It would be a mistake not to hire her into the BAU.”
Hotchopened your file. “I don’t think you’d say that for just anyone, so I’ll besure to call her so we can finish filling out her paperwork. I glad thateverything worked out.”
Spencer nodded, feeling a bit awkward now in thinkinghe went a bit too far than what was normal. So he made his way towards thedoor, realizing that he needed a cup of coffee.
“Oh,and Reid?” Hotch called out to him before he opened the door.
“Yeah?”
“Rememberthe rules about fraternization between federal employees. I wouldn’t want tohave to write you or (Name) up.”
Spencerflushed with embarrassment, and slight understanding of why it was just withyou that he felt such raw emotions. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
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Could you do one where Reid is starting to fall for a bad girl? Like shes super smart but really vulgar and the rest of the team is like what on earth? ❤😊
OH MY GOD. I loved this prompt so much that this is so long. I really shouldn’t write things this long cause I can’t focus on much else. But I apologize for this being late, I got sick right as college started back up. Thanks so much for this request I really hope you like this cause i had fun writing it and I really like it so please let me know if I did well.
Title: Too Intimidating
Author: @loverofdrreid
Warnings: ?? Language, a lot. Someone gets shot.
Reidalways found that cases closer to Quantico were easier thanks to the easyaccess to labs and back up the team had, and Washington D.C. was about as closeas you could get for an unsub with this ego. Everything was explained on thedrive to Washington D.C. and the team already had a profile in the works. A familyannihilator, an older male, who spends three days with each family beforebrutally killing each family member. So far, three families have fallen victimresulting in a body count of nine. Each family consists of two parents and ason, who is in-between the ages of eight to ten.
“Isthere anything else you can find that the families have in common?” Morganasked.
“I’mstill digging.” Penelope said over speaker phone. “But all the families didlive fairly close to each other so I’m sure I’ll have something after you guysmeet the lead detective for this case. Stay save my lovelies.”
Penelopeclicked off, and Morgan went to put his phone away when Hotch stopped him.
“Ineed you to call Rossi and tell him to put it on speaker so JJ and Emily canhear.”
“Okay,but why?”
Reidwas also curious; after all if it was anything to do with the case he’d justshare it with the group when everyone arrived at the police station.
“Thereis something everyone needs to know about the detective we’ll be working with onthis case. She’s the best in her field and was promoted to her title youngerthan most due to her hard work, intelligence, and instinct. But she was veryclear about not wanting to work with the FBI on this case and she’s known to bevery extreme and violent. While she may be hard to work with she also knowswhat she’s talking about, but I don’t want anyone on the team to follow herlead alone. She’s known to get into some dangerous situations.”
Spencermade sure to make a note about that, and to stay as far away as possible.
Youpaced in front of your chief’s desk for what must have been the tenth time thatday. FBI, fucking FBI, that was the last thing that you needed.
“Chief-!”
“Don’teven start again, Detective (L/N).”
Youscowled, and huffed dramatically as you sat down.
“Sir,Detective,” A young officer said getting both of your attention. “The BAU ishere.”
“Great.”You mumbled dropping your head into your hands. “There goes my fucking killer.”
“Howdo you figure that?”
Youlooked up to match the unknown man to the voice. He was tall, but not thetallest out of the group and you found you couldn’t break eye contact with him.You weren’t sure if it was because he was attractive or because you didn’t wantto be seen as weaker by breaking first.
“Please,try to ignore her, she may have an attitude but she’s the best detective onthis force.” Your chief tried to defend you, but you tuned it out. You analyzedthe BAU team as they were introduced. Aaron Hotchner, serious man/ team leader,David Rossi, you’ve read his books you know more than enough about him, JeniferJareau, smart and looked like she could be good in a fight, Derek Morgan, alphamale who was giving you a bit of an intimidating glare, Emily Prentice, she stood tall and analyzedeverything around her, and Doctor Spencer Reid. He was who first spoke to you,and you didn’t know how to describe him but your mind kept coming back tosunshine.
“Listen,”You said getting the every agent’s attention. “This is my case, and I didn’task for any of your help. With all of you running around he’s going to getscared and run.”
Aaronturned to you. “How do you know he’ll run?”
“BecauseI know how to think like these assholes, I know that this killer is a cowardand the second he thinks we are on to him he’ll run.”
Derekcrossed his arms, his glare never leaving his face. “What makes you say he’s acoward, he seems pretty confident in what he’s doing.”
Youshot your own glare to every member of the FBI and to your own chief. “Payattention, this creep gets off on playing house with the family members not ontorture not on abuse. He kills off the threat of the husband after the firstday, and spends the other two with the wife and child. When we find this guy,he’ll be scared shitless because he’s not used to fighting people who actuallycan beat him. He prefers stalking and a blitz attack, that’s the only way hecan take control.”
Younotice Agent Reid giving you a look.
“What’sup, Doc?”
“I’dprefer if you just call me Spencer and what you describe sounds like a profile.”
“Well,Doc,” You decided that was the guys nickname now. “Now do you understand why Ididn’t need you or your team?”
AgentHotchner stepped forward. “We are just here to help you catch this man, helpthat your chief believes that you need.”
Yourolled your eyes and started walking towards the empty office they’d be using. “I’llhelp you all get set up, even though I really don’t want to, but if this pieceof human scum runs I will blame you.”
It’snow been two days since the BAU team has been assisting you on the case. Whileyou’ve been giving them nonstop attitude they have been actually getting youresults. You hated to admit it but this asshole didn’t run with all the FBIpresence he instead got sloppy.
“Doc!”You shouted running into the room. “Where the hell is the rest of your team?”
“Theyfound the unsub’s address his name is Thomas Whitman, they’re all heading tohis place with swat. I was waiting for you so we can go meet them there.”
Youwaved away his words. “They won’t find him there; you need to come with me. Heis already at his next victim’s house and I know where it is. I need somebackup.”
Agent Spencer hesitated.
“Listen,the mom is a friend of mine and she made the call before the unsub could takecontrol. The longer we wait here, the longer her and her family are victims. I’mnot okay with that, so you’re either coming or not.”
Ofcourse, despite Spencer’s better judgement, he came with you.
“Sowhat’s the plan exactly?” Agent Spencer asked you as you circled the house.Back up and his team were on their way but they were miles away.
“Youknow, I haven’t really thought that far ahead.” You tried to ignore Agent Spencer’sshocked stare as you sized up the back door. “Your profile says he won’t killthe family until he’s played out his fantasy, right?”
“That’sthe profile.” Spencer said about to get into the details and statistics of thepossible outcomes.
“Good.”You gave Spencer a little push away from you, and kicked down the door in onesmooth motion. Raising your guns you both travelled down the hall towards thestairs. Spencer took the right side towards the kitchen, while you took theleft side towards the living room.
A crash towards the backdoor made both of youturn on your heels. You both ran towards the back, and watched as your unsubran through the door into the backyard. Spencer made it through the door firstand aimed his gun. Only the unsub raised his gun faster.
Youweren’t even able to process what or why you were doing what you were doing.All you saw was an unsub about the pull the trigger on Spencer. You tackled himjust in time, as you felt the bullet tear through you.
Luckilythe rest of the BAU and SWAT team showed up and took down the killer before hecould try and take anyone else out.
Yousaw Spencer get up and check himself for injuries, you didn’t blame him, thatbullet had his name on it. He saw you a couple feet away, on your back and applyingas much pressure as you could while you bled out.
Spencerrushed toward you. “Why did you push me out of the way, (Name)? I have a bulletproof vest, you don’t!”
Youtried your best to put on a brave face, but you were hurting. “Relax, I’mprobably going to live. I couldn’t stand to see anything happen to you, Doc.”
Spenceryelled for a medic, and you were actually grateful for the team effort.
“Doc,-!”
“Please,don’t speak, you’ll be okay but I need you to save your energy.”
“Doc,this hurts like a son of a bitch.”
Therest of the agents approached you now, and you threw a glare at Derek andAaron. “I swear to god, if you agents arrested my piece of shit killer and tookcredit for this I’ll haunt you from the fucking grave.”
Ofcourse, have now dealt with you for two days the BAU learned to ignore you.
Youwere enjoying some jello from your hospital bed, feeling not so fresh afteryour surgery. But you were glad that this case was finally over and you couldmove on to catching other sickos solo.
“Knock.Knock.” The ever clear accent of David Rossi pulled you from your trace. Youwatched as the rest of his team filled the small room.
“Oh,great. I thought I was done with you damn agents.” You smirked. “Don’t tell mewe’re assigned to work together permanently.”
“Idon’t think I could ever allow that.” Aaron said, finally after three days,cracking a smile. “We just stopped in to see that the surgery was a success andto say goodbye.”
Yougave a mock salute. “Honor working with you sir.”
“Youhave to admit,” Derek said smirking. “There’s no way you would have solved itso fast without us.”
Youshot a ‘can you believe this’ look to Spencer, but noticed he seemed to bedistancing himself from his group and moving closer to your hospital bed.
“I’lladmit no such fucking thing, but I am really glad I got to work with this team.”
Emilychuckled. “I might not even mind working with you again, but no getting shotnext time, okay?”
Yougave a wink. “No promises.” You turned to Spencer who was now standing rightnext to you. “Doc, it’s been a really ride working with your mind and glad Icould save that cute face of yours.”
“Thirty-sixpoint six miles. Which when driving the speed limit is only about forty sixminutes. I’d be willing to make the drive, but I don’t know many places so you’dhave to decide where to go once you’re cleared from the hospital, that is.” Spencersaid without taking a breath.
“Whoa.”You didn’t know where this was going but you liked it.
“Slowdown, pretty boy.” Derek said, with the rest of his team shooting Spencer aconcerned look.
Spencerfidgeted with his hands and looked around the room nervously before clearinghis throat. “Right, that wasn’t clear enough. What I mean to say is: Can I takeyou out on a date?”
Younearly choked on your jello. “What?”
Derekand David gone wide eyed and both shouted a confused, “What?”
Emilysmirked. “Way to go, Reid.”
“Spence,”Jenifer said clearing her throat. “You probably should have waited until weleft the room to ask that.”
“Nokidding!” Derek yelled.
Spencergave a shy smile, which kind of made your heart melt. “Sorry, I wasn’t reallythinking.”
Derekturned, mumbling confused under his breath. “He ‘wasn’t thinking’, what ishappening right now.”
Aaronand David gave you a look, before Aaron signaled at everyone else to clear theroom.
Davidturned back to you after everyone but Spencer left. “Try not to be offended byDerek’s surprise, pretty sure you were just a little too intimidating for him.”
Oncethey were out of the way, you turned to Spencer smirking. “So Doc, I’m going toneed your number if I’m going to call you to set up that date.”