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Masterlist

drreidd’s Masterlist

Aaron Hotchner

Lonely Hearts Club - 

Hotch always was there for everyone else but no one was there for him not until you come around

New Year’s Resolution -

Aaron’s New Year’s resolution is to smile more

Fine Line -

Relationships are hard especially when the communication is not 100%

Kiss Cam - coming soon

Luke Alvez

Toothbrush - 

Luke realizes that your toothbrush is in his apartment and he comes to the conclusion that he likes it there

Kissing Strangers -

You were just supposed to be kissing strangers (prequel to Toothbrush)

Hispanic Sleeping Remedy -

You can’t sleep and Luke helps

Grease 

i - ii - iii - iv - v

An unforgettable summer with the perfect man? Or a fling for a player?

Safety -

i - ii

BAU newcomer Luke Alvez has to face a fear about his little family being in danger

Spencer Reid

Bewitched Ballerina - 

Your first ballet solo in the Washington Ballet but Spencer is going to miss it

Go-Getter Guy - 

Spencer was never a go getter type of guy but after meeting you he becomes one

Pretty Teacher, Handsome Doctor - 

i - ii 

All week, the handsome doctor has to pick up Henry and the pretty teacher is always there to greet him. (mini series) 

My Boyfriend -

Assignment (Due at 11:59 pm): Write about love and where you apply it.

Pony Dude?

Books aren’t really your thing but when you’re looking for a book with ‘pony dude’ a hot man is there to help.

End of the Day - 

i - ii

“at the end of the day you’re the one that I want” (End of the Day by One Direction)

El Chico Del Apartamento 512 - 

The guy in apartment 512 just so happens to have your heart (Based on Selena’s song of the same title)

The Girl In Apartment 512 -

The guy in apartment 512 just so happens to have your heart and you have his. Years later he has a letter of his own to give you.

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One Sentence Prompts

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YOU SHOULD DO A WATTPAD ABOUT THE PRETTY TEACHER AND HANDSOME DOCTORRR!

I was thinking about expanding to wattpad and ao3!!! This series will for sure be one there! thank you!!

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The Girl in Apartment 512

Spencer Reid x latina!reader

prompt: The guy in apartment 512 just so happens to have your heart and you have his. Years later he has a letter of his own to give you.

word count: 665

warning: none

a/n: REPOST!!! This is like a continuation of the first part. It takes place years later like season 4-5 Spencer. This series is so cute and innocent I love it! I was thinking of making headcannons for Spencer and a latina girl and fit it into this world; is that something I should do?

Trembling hands pass you an envelope that has your name scribbled messily on the front.

“Spence, what’s this?” You ask, taking it out of his hands.

He says nothing as you open the envelope. You don’t push him on answering. The soft and low beat of ‘Si Una Vez’ by Selena plays off the record player.

It was a beautiful night and the apartment lights were dimmed to a comfortable setting. The song was so low that it mixed in with Spencer’s breathing and the late night traffic.

Before taking out the letter you looked at Spencer one more time. He had grown so much since the first time you saw him. His face was more structured and he gained a few scars. His hair had grown out and it suited him. You both had grown in the three years you’ve been together but the love only grew with it.

You finally opened the letter and began to read his messy handwriting.

To the girl in apartment 512,

You know me well enough at this point to know that I am an idiotic genius. It took me so long to even whisper a hello around you. I often would hear you laughing in the hallway with Carla; it was the best sound I ever heard. By the time I got past just waving at you, I already knew that I was in love. Maybe my mother read me too many romance novels but just looking at you I realized you were the woman I alway imagined. When you gave me that first letter I cried from joy. We loved each other.

You are the Juliet to my Romeo; we just do not know if it will end in tragedy. That’s a risk we agreed to take. When we started dating, I wanted to hide my job from you. I did not want to leave the honeymoon faze but it had to end. When I came home with those bruises that you were quick to find, I knew we had a conversation to have. I thought it would send you running but you stayed and cared for me. That was when I decided I’d do anything to survive and come home to you. We’d always come back to each other.

You are the Elizabeth to my Mr. Darcy; you are the dreamer and I am the realest. We level each other out. You never shy your imagination away from me like I never hide my doubts from you. You make me open up and look at the world with more good. I have seen so much bad but seeing your face clear it all away. I am a better man because of you. You show me that it’s okay to feel and that with you I never have to hide.

You are the Daisy to my Gatsby. I would do anything to have you close to me. I’d throw the biggest party if it meant that you’d be there. I’d spend every penny I have until you are satisfied. You could take the clothes off my back right now and still praise the ground you walk on.

You are my everything; mi todo. I want you forever. I want to be yours forever. So tonight, after you read this, look me in the eyes and answer my question.

Will you marry me, mi amor?

Love you always,

El chico del apartamento 512

Tears built themselves up as you read the final words of the letter. You put a hand over your face trying to hide the tears.

“Y/N?” Spencer said moving a bit closer to you on the old leather couch.

You finally took a breath in and brought your hands down. You stared into his eyes that seemed to be filled with worry and nervousness and maybe some hope. Still not sure you could get out words you begin nodding yes.

“Is that a yes?” He asked, tears welling up in his eyes.

“Yes.

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Grease

Beauty School Dropout

i - ii - iii - iv - v

pairing: Luke Alvez x reader

prompt: An unforgettable summer with the perfect man? Or a fling for a player?

word count: 1577

warning: cursing, mention of death

a/n: Hey! I love this chapter so I hope you do too. Give me notes for later parts if you have any. Do you guys want to see some angst or fluff maybe some smut???? Let me know!! LY guys!

taglist: @wanniiieeee @ria132love​

“What’s your favorite color?” You asked while walking the dark beach next to Luke. 

“Stupid question.” He said, smirking at you. 

“What do you mean stupid question! It’s a normal question to ask.” He laughed. 

“Yeah, if you were in high school and all you wanted was to get into someone’s pants.” You huffed and he laughed louder. 

You looked away from him, annoyed with him now. You stared out at the water which was starting to have a purple hue due to the sun coming up. His laughter started to die down and he looked at you. There was a long moment of silence until he walked up next to you. 

“Red. Dark red.”

Hungover and tired, everyone piled into the jet. The only people with the will to work are Spencer, Rossi and Aaron. 

“I’d say to take this time to rest but the flight is 45 minutes and we need to go over the case.” Everyone groaned but nonetheless opened their iPads and set the brightness to low. 

After Hotch finished going over the case there was about 30 minutes left on the flight. The plane was quiet and you had put on your sunglasses to block the light. Luckily this let you snoop around the plane without anyone knowing. You eyed Rossi who was across from you; he was looking over the case file and pointing out things to Spencer who sat right next to him. You knew Emily was asleep next to you so you didn’t even bother looking at her. Instead you shifted your gaze to the couch.

Luke was sitting there in a tight tee and dark jeans. His arms were crossed over his middle and his head rested on the back of the couch. When he walked in this morning you tried your best not to even look at him but there was a necessary pull that had you looking at him. He walked in confidently but you can see his tired eyes as he walked toward his desk. 

While staring at him, he lifted his head and looked towards you. Did he know you were staring at him? Even though your glasses were blackout you still looked away. You didn’t look back at him, instead you stared up at the roof until it was almost landing time.

“Lastly, I want Luke and Y/N to go to the previous site and see if there is anything the PD missed that could help us in building a profile.” You knew working with Luke was gonna happen but for the love of God did it have to be on the first day. 

You didn’t even look at him but you could feel his stare. This was going to be hell. 

The jet landed and immediately everyone broke off into their pairs. Emily and JJ both sent you pity looks. 

“I’ll drive, alright?” Luke said, appearing next to you. You scoffed but hopped into the passenger side of the car. He settled in the driver's seat and looked at you. 

“How’ve you been?” He asked after the uncomfortable silence was too much for him to handle. 

“Fine.” You said dryly. You wanted to be civil but that seemed difficult when Luke was right there.

“I, uh, I… that's good.” He said and again left the car in complete silence. 

-

You two walked around the alley where a young woman was found 3 days ago. No words have been exchanged since the car ride.

“What do we know about the body?” Luke asked, eyeing a specific spot in the alleyway.

“She was found sitting up against this wall with her hair chopped off and a large cut down her abdomen.” You said as you walked up to the wall she was found at. You looked at him and waited for him to speak. He continues staring at the wall.

“Come on Alvez, what is it?” 

“I think the unsub watched as she bled out. Look at this.” He bent down and pointed at the small patch of unkempt grass. “This chunk of grass has been flattened and some of the dirt has been lifted. The unsub enjoys watching them struggle and slowly lose themselves.”

“But why sit them up again?” You ask looking straight into his eyes.

A silent moment passes between you and he struggles to find words. 

“Maybe they are too beautiful to just leave abandoned. They want to showcase their work.” He said not looking away. 

Someone had to break or this will lead to something more.

“Showcase them.” You whispered blinking back into reality.

He opened his mouth to speak but you walked away from the grass patch.

You looked up at the building the girl was displayed on. 

Beauty’s Buns. 

“Beauty.” You whispered, studying the sign. “Luke, what were the names of the places where the other three women were found?”

He followed you eyesight and quickly figured out the direction you were going in. “I’ll call Garcia.”

-

Another two days and you caught the unsub. Laura Scalls, a beauty school dropout, was handcuffed by Hotch and questioned by you and Rossi. Though you were sure it was her you still needed a confession.

She denied anything and everything. You grew upset with her and decided to give yourself a break. 

“I think she has a type.” Reid said, staring at a whiteboard with pictures of the victims. 

You stared at the board quizzically since none of the women looked very similar. Reid must have noticed because he quickly went into an explanation.

“Look at the significant others. They all look very similar; tall, tan, strong and handsome. She must have seen the victims with these men and became jealous. She tried to make them unattractive by chopping off their hair but when that did not work she killed them. She wanted to take their position.” You understood now where he was going.

You both continued going back and forth trying to see how you can get her to confess. 

“The men are very attractive, like extremely. Can we find one of them and bring them here?” You spoke while studying the board. 

“They wouldn’t have the proper training and could possibly let their personal feelings take control. It’s best we avoid that.”

Silence filled the room again as you continued looking forward. Suddenly Luke walked in and stopped next to the board. Both you and Reid realized something; Luke looked almost exactly like the victims’ boyfriends.

This leads to you going back into the room and trying to get her to speak once again.

Laura continued to bitch at you until the door opened.

“Y/L, sorry, I just need a file from you.” Alvez said lying to catch Laura’s interest.

“Oh, a file. Why don’t you join us? You can probably join me after I get out of these stupid handcuffs.

He chuckled and stepped inside, taking a seat next to you. The plan was now being executed. She smiled at him and he got comfortable, throwing an arm over your chair. Laura’s smile faltered but she remained strong.

While questioning, Alvez continued to do little things that slowly started to irk Laura. With the arm thrown over your chair, he started slowly rubbing his fingertips on your arm. When you would talk he would stare directly at your lips. At one point he even went as far as to move a piece of your hair behind your ear. 

She was close to breaking but needed one more push. Luke happily continued doing his small actions hoping that he was not pushing a line that you have seemed to set when you first started the case.

“Just let me go, I can treat you to a good time.” She said to look in a voice laced in jealousy.

IN a moment of confidence, you put your hand over Luke’s bicep and said something that surprised everyone.

“Looks like I’m not the only one who wants to fuck you in this room. How about that?” Everyone was stunned into silence except Laura who blew up on you two.

Within her little rant, she had said what she would do to you which also led to her confession. Rossi was quick to come inside with a regional cop and fully arrest Laura.

He nodded towards you two and walked out ready to pick up and leave. Luke, who had finally found what words he wanted to say next, spoke.

“Let me take you out. Y/N, I need you like water. I do not know where I messed up that you became cold towards me but please, please let me make it up to you.” At some point he grabbed your hand and was leaning forward, almost pleading you to say yes.

The last three days were difficult for you since you found yourself falling for him all over again. The close proximity and moments of just the two of you had you wishing you weren't on the clock. You did not want to forgive him but you were willing to see him again outside of work. He basically belittled himself inside this small room just to ask you to go out with him. 

A long silent beat passed until you looked him straight in the eyes and smiled.

“Yes, Luke, of course.” He smiled back at you. Both of you probably looked like fools but it didn't matter, love was finding itself back into your hearts.

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Hello!

Are you planning on doing a part 2 to el chico del apartamento 512??

Hi! Thanks for liking the story. I would love to do a part two and I have a few ideas so hopefully there will be a continuation soon!

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El Chico Del Apartamento 512

Spencer Reid x latina!reader 

prompt: The guy in apartment 512 just so happens to have your heart (Based on Selena’s song of the same title)

word count: 1174

warning: none

a/n: I love this song so I wanted to write this. Imagine like season 1 Spencer. Thanks for 300 followers.

Another double shift at Morty’s Diner was finally over and you ludged yourself into the apartment building. The same boring and ugly green carpeted staircase looked even less welcoming today but the slow elevator just got taken by some lanky guy and all you wanted to do was finally go to sleep. 

Not even two floors up, Robbie (a man a little too old for it to be appropriate) whistles at you. Since he usually smokes a cigarette at 11 am and you often pass by him you know better than to interact. Avoiding the horrid smell of sweat and nicotine, you hurry past him and roll your eyes. 

‘He could use a shower’' you thought, hurrying up the next flight of stairs. 

You almost made it to your door until you're boring and an in-your-business neighbor came up to you. You, defeatedly, dropped your hand and turned your attention to her. She began talking about some new guy who moved into the apartment building. 

“Es un white boy.” She said in a whisper. You giggled.Anytime anyone who wasn't ethinic moved into this building it had everyone talking for weeks. 

“Must be broke then.” You said to her in a sarcastic tone not really wanting to entertain her gossip talk. To be fair, everyone in this building was barely getting by and the apartment is cheap enough that you could handle living there for a little bit longer. You hope when one of your works gets published you can say goodbye to this shithole.

“¿Crees que va a ser guapo?” She asked, putting a hand on your bicep. You laughed, shaking your head, preparing to respond when the elevator door just opened and the most handsome and interesting man walked out. 

Your mouth fell slightly open and you were left speechless. He looked straight at you. 

Your neighbor noticed and decided to help you out by waving towards him which he sheepishly returned. He also took that as his opportunity to go into his apartment. 

“Creo que es buenisimo.” You said lovestruck by the man of your dreams. Your neighbor just smirked knowingly. 

“Bueno es tuyo.” She said walking back into her apartment.

—

Walking back into your apartments you dramatically threw yourself on the couch; a weird mix of exhaustion and 

You declared yourself his without even knowing him. Something told you that he was your man. 

You pulled your hair out of its ponytail and walked to the shower. During your shower all you could think about was him. 

You needed to do something; put the emotions somewhere. That’s when inspiration struck and you sent yourself flying out the bathroom and hurriedly putting on your robe. You sat at your little desktop and waited for your way to slow computer to power up and open Microsoft word. 

To El Chico En El Apartamento 512

You titled the new document and started writing about how you felt seeing him the first time. 

When I saw you I finally felt my poor little heart jump. I wanted to tell you but I know I would have stuttered through a sentence that would've made no sense. You’ve taken over my mind; I’ll dream about you until I can’t dream anymore. El chico del apartamento 512, these letters are for you but you’ll never know. 

It’s you and only you

Love,

La chica del apartamento 508

—

After that first day you were captivated. Everytime you stepped foot into the apartment building you hoped to see him. It made butterflies erupt in your stomach when he appeared and other times you were left disappointed with the lack of the lanky man. 

Today was another graveyard shift at the diner which means you ended at 6 AM and had no energy but the closer you got to the apartment building the more excited you got. 

Upon entering you did not see him but you grabbed yo9ur mail and continued up the stairs. Of course you get stopped once again by Robbie.

“Oye, chica, ven a verme.” He said with kisses at the end. You were really tired of his shit, so you responded.

“A mi, no me gustan los hombres viejos o feo o sucios.” You also sent him a kiss just to add salt to the wound and trudged up the stairs still  having some hope you’ll see the love of your life.

You walk slower and slower up the stairs just wanting to collapse on your bed and fall asleep. You were about to lose hope on seeing the special man until his door opened and he looked straight at you. 

He hoped to have seen you too even though you will never know that. He smiles at you excited that for once he finally saw you and sends a small wave.

You felt your whole body buzz from excitement. You smiled back and also waved. Now you were both stuck standing there staring at each other.

“I have to go.” He said in a soft tome. You nodded and waved again unsure of what the proper etiquette was at the moment. 

He begins to leave but looks back one more time to send you another smile that has you falling to your knees and silently thanking the Lord for sending you the handsome man.

 --

After 6 months, a whole collection of love letters and small conversations you were ready to tell Spencer about how you felt.

“Lo mejor que puedes hacer es ser honesta con él y decirle como te sientes. Estás enamorada y Dios sabe que necesitas un novio.” Your mom said over the phone.

“Sí pero qué pasa si él no está enamorado igual?”

“Bueno, déjalo. No vale la pena.” 

After a bit more of talking on the phone with your mom, you decided to tell him how you feel.

You change into a curve hugging tank top and shorts and head out of the apartment. His apartment was a short walk but it felt infinite with the nerves you had. Upon reaching the door, you knocked and took a breath. 

You can feel the door unlocking and goosebumps spread across your arms. The smile on your face got bigger until a blond woman, which you later will come to know as JJ, appeared at the door. Safe to say your dreams were crushed and your heart was broken.

In the moment of heartbreak, she speaks.

“Are you looking for my coworker, Spencer?”

You nod now with hope that he is single and could be yours. 

She calls for him and he appears at the doorway. You smile again and stare at him.

“Hey, Y/N. Do you need something?” He asked, slightly closing the door behind him.

“No, just take this. I’ll see you later.” You say heading back into your apartment. 

He looked down at the envelope you handed him. 

‘To El Chico Del Apartamento 512 <3’

He smiled down at it as he read it and went back inside knowing that he loved you as much as you loved him.

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Safety (ii)

Luke Alvez x Reader

prompt: BAU newcomer Luke Alvez has to face a fear about his little family being in danger

word count: 1266

warning: mention of psycho and gun, probably a curse word or two

a/n: Angst 

They are going to be fine. Let’s do our job and get them out.”

The team all mumbled agreements and moved to do the jobs assigned to them. Luke followed Reid and Rossi blindly, not really listening to the orders given. 

All Luke could think about was the agony you were in. He wishes he could just burst into the store and take you away from this; away from his work life. He never wanted you to ever be put in this position, especially not with Levi. 

He can hear Hotch talking to the head chief about the situation. 

“The baby seems to be the only thing keeping this guy at bay, besides that all we know is that he keeps talking over his shoulder. It’s like someone’s behind him.” 

Luke watches as Hotch nods and mumbles a thank you before taking out his phone.

“Garcia, look into men in the late 20’s to 30’s that are fathers and that had a psychotic break after their baby was born. Alright? Good.”

He hung up the phone and looked straight at Luke. He gives a small but comforting nod and walks to Rossi. 

“We’re opening a line of communication. We need to get into this guys head.” Hotch says to Rossi and in part Reid and Alvez.

“He disconnected all the phone lines, we would need to call a cellphone that is in there.” Reid says examining the inside of the store.

“Alvez?” Rossi simply asks.

Luke knew what Rossi was asking; call Y/N. He could feel his eyes tear up but he knew the best chance of resolving this is opening the line of communication with the unsub. His hand trembled as he reached into his front pocket. He suddenly felt warm and nervous and not in the good way like he felt on your first date or your wedding day or just any day with you.

He unlocks the phone and looks for your contact. He stares at the picture of you, smiling, looking right at him; it was a candid he secretly took but loved. He sucked in his breath before he could start crying and pressed the call button once Hotch told him Garcia was able to monitor the call. 

Everyone on the team shot their heads in the direction of the store and watched for commotion inside the building. 

Your phone rang, you never had it on silent in case something were to happen. Right now, you wished it was dead. 

“What is that? Whose phone is it? Answer me!” The unsub said, growing angrier the more the phone rang. You raised your hand for the sake of Levi who was being held by the man. 

“It’s mine, please, it's mine.” Pathetic, you felt absolutely pathetic. 

“Take it out! I know Kirk, I told her already. Answer it! Now!” You were shaking and your vision was blurry as you pulled out your phone. 

A picture of Luke lying in the park with Roxy and Levi popped up and you knew it was him calling. He was outside, you knew that; you knew this was a call for the unsub not you.

“Hello?” You shakilinly let out. “Luke?” There was a desperation in your voice.

“Yeah, amor, it's me. Listen to me okay. Are you okay? Is Levi okay? Is everyone alive and well? Answer with the least amount of words and then tell him that this phone call is for him. We need to talk to him.” You could hear his voice shake and it breaks your heart.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” You let out a shaky breath. “It’s for you.” You extend your arm to the unsub.

He turns his head sideways and looks at ‘Kirk’ with a questioning look.. His imaginary friend must have told him to grab the phone since he snatched it from your hand. 

“What?” The unsub asked with clear agitation in his voice. 

The phone was put on speaker and Rossi had now taken charge of the situation. He cleverly asked questions that  the unsub could reveal helpful information. 

“Who's your friend? The one right next to you?” He asked hoping somewhere in the response we could get a big clue. 

Suddenly the unsub went into a whisper. “You can see him too? You can see Kirk!” Garcia immediately started typing looking for a psychotic with any relation to a Kirk.

“Of course I can, he’s right next to you. Is he someone special?” Rossi smirked in knowing they have gotten closer to figuring things out. The rest of the team started putting on their bullet proof vests. “He’s my brother. Our mom says he died and that I’m crazy but you can see him too!” 

After that comment, Garcia was able to pinpoint the unsub as ‘Ken Highlan’ who just escaped from rehab that morning. 

“Yeah he is Ken. Look, some men are looking for you Ken. How about we give the baby back and I take you home.” Rossi got serious again as the team surrounded the building.

“No! I can’t lose him again! He’s mine.” Luke felt his jaw tighten but kept his mouth shut, there was no need for escalating the situation. He could see you inside biting your lip also trying to stay calm.

“Who? Who is yours?” Rossi asked as Hotch signaled Alvez and JJ to take position near a side entrance that would not be immediately obvious to the unsub.

In his earpiece he heard Hotch tell him to silently open the door and start getting people out. JJ and him nodded and gently opened the side door.

It was hidden from the unsub and since Rossi was distracting him, his attention was not on the regular  civilians. JJ went to the closest people and led them out while Luke went for the injured worker who was in the most need of medical attention. 

Luckily you saw what was happening and quietly scooted closer to the door area and when the unsub was fully turned you quickly got out. You were met face to face with a blond. 

“I’m agent Jarue with the FBI Behavioral Analysis Unit, are you injured at all?” She asked, steadying you in place. She looked you up and down as you struggled to form words. 

“No, no. Uh, Luke? Where’s Luke?” You asked, suddenly feeling exhausted. She didn’t say anything just led you towards where her team, sans Luke, was huddled. 

No one said anything as they stared straight ahead. Once you turned your head you saw Luke doing his job. 

Luke was scared, his baby was being held by a psychotic unsub. He watched as his own child cried in the arms of the unsub after the unsub threw your phone onto the ground leaving it shattered. The unsub was whispering words and as Luke got closer it sounded liek a conversation. He could only make out a few words but he knew that the unsub was questioning the ideas that his ‘brother’ was telling him. 

Levi had stopped crying and was now placed against the mans chest with his chin rating on the unsubs shoulder. His big brown eyes stared right at Luke and he stared abc unsure of what to do.

“Pa… pa” Levi said as his fat little hand reached out for his dad. The unsub looked down at the child who continued to stare at Luke. He followed his line of sight and pointed his gun straight at Luke and the last thing that was heard was a loud, ear ringing bang and the sound of a baby crying.

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Fine Line

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

prompt: Relationships are hard especially when the communication is not 100% (Based of Fine Line by Harry Styles) [can be read GN]

word count: 724

warning: angst

a/n: Hey guys! I’m back! Not my best work but I wrote this while waiting for my plane home.

The room was a mess; obviously an hour of straight fighting and letting everything go will leave the living room looking like a hurricane's aftermath. Hotch was not a man to immediately explode in anger but you forced him too. You needed to fight or your feelings were going to eat you alive.

“I don’t want you to buy my love, Aaron! I am yours but God I can see why Haley ended up hating you.” 

You regretted the words as they left your mouth. It’s what ended the fight and left you both in a very uncomfortable silence. He sat with his head in his hands. His sleeves were messily rolled up and his tie was thrown somewhere across the room. He looked like a mess. 

Suddenly he stood up and walked towards the kitchen. He came back to the room with two glasses of red wine. 

“How was your day?” He asked nonchalantly as if the past hour never happened.

He did not want to fight, not at all. He wanted to get into bed with you and finally get over 3 hours of sleep. 

Hesitantly, you took the glass and continued the conversation. Neither of you were really into it and you could tell that he was thinking of Haley. His eyes were glossed over and he only spoke in whispers. 

After both glasses were done you headed to bed with the fight unresolved and emotions array. There was no pillowtalk or touching, it was like sharing a bed with a stranger.

Of course, he got a call at 4 A.M. from Erin telling him that somewhere in the US there’s a dangerous unsub that needs to be caught. He left without saying a word. It felt like you were balancing on a fine line and that any moment you’d lose that balance go free falling into the darkness. 

He regretted leaving without a word. He wished he had turned around and said ‘I love you’ before leaving but it didn’t feel right; nothing about that day felt right. He was never good at emotions and communicating them but you had helped him open up a bit more. He knew why you wanted to pick a fight because the best emotion he could communicate was anger; he just hated where it ended. He has no idea where the fight went entirely wrong for you to have ended with mentioning his ex but he had to realize that this is hard for you.

You had so much patience for him; you truly loved him and would do anything for him. When he first met you you lit up a part of his life that he had not realized lost its color. You were his sunshine; the thing that tempted him the most from leaving the bed in the early mornings and taking off more days. He’d die for you; he’d risk it all for you just because of the person you are to him. 

The whole time he was gone you feared for him. What if something happened? He had not texted you in the last two days and drove you mad. The last thing you wanted was to find out something happened to him and the last substantial thing you said to him was that his ex-wife hated him and you could see why. Nonetheless, you had to continue life until he (hopefully) came back. You have to shake this nervous feeling off or it will ruin you.

You never shook the feeling off you loved him too much to just shake it off. Luckily he returned the next day. Neither of you wasted time and immediately ran to each other. The hug was the most meaningful you ever had. When you separated he looked you in the eyes and you can see the apology in them. In a swift movement Aaron picked you up and placed you on the dining room table. 

He put himself between your legs and showed you how much he truly knew you. Expressing his feelings through words was hard for him but he could do it with actions and he made sure that tonight he communicated everything. 

You were still balancing on that fine line but now, you realized as his head inched closer to pleasuring you, he was balancing on it with you.

[drsreidd]

One Sentence(ish) Prompts

1. “I’m guessing that you are not here to deliver me Chinese food.”

2. “Do you like the rain?”

3. “I never said I hated you, well not literally.”

4. “Are you really singing to 90’s Britney right now?”

5. “I could make a whole PowerPoint presentation about you.” 

6. “One Direction? What is this One Direction?”

7. “Hey, baby, whatcha wearing?”

8. “Would you flirt with me if you weren’t drunk?”

9. “Pickles are the devil’s food.”

10. “What did Jane Austen do to you?”

11. “Can’t the murderers wait until Tuesday?”

12. “Do you like Tim Burton films?”

13. “Penelope said it was a good idea.”

14. “You are like a dream.”

15. “I find that hilarious but it’s also very worrisome.”

16. “I came all the way here just to get 8 dollars and a hug.”

17. “South Park? Really? South Park?”

18. “Fuck!” “Who? Me?”

19. “I did not say I was sexually attracted to any character from Big Mouth!” 

20. “I want to punch Newton in the face right now.”

21. “If you get hurt then I will unleash hell.” 

[drsreidd]

Safety

Luke Alvez x Reader

prompt: BAU newcomer Luke Alvez has to face a fear about his little family being in danger

word count: 1474

warning: mention of psycho and gun, probably a curse word or two

a/n: I’m back and with another two parter! I know that I should finish my other series but I’m really just trying to organize it all and write a lot more even if its something completely new (like this). 

“I’m gonna be late Y/N!” Luke yelled from the other side of the house. “I know, I’m going.” You yelled back, screwing the baby bottle completely shut after testing the warmth. 

“Here, give him this. Let me just brush my teeth and I’ll take him.” You said breathlessly running into the baby's room. Luke chuckled at you and whispered a soft okay.

Once you came back, he handed you Levi and kissed you. “Minty.” He said as he smiled at you. After a bit of innocent staring, he grabbed his bag and checked his watch. “Shit, ok I love you…” He pecked your lips again. “And you…” He kissed the 9 months old head. “And you.” He said to Roxy before completely leaving the house with a loud bye. 

Luke always felt bad leaving you with your baby. His guilt came from having to leave so often but it was way worse when he was one the Fugitive Task Force where he never knew where he was going next or who he was going to be up against.

The offer to join the BAU came a little after Levi turned 6 months. He knew no one on the team knew he was married nor that he had a baby but you both agreed that he should get used to the team and how everything works first before mixing his personal life and his work life; it was mostly for safety measures. 

He walked into the office with a tired smile. Levi had been sleeping better but last night he wouldn't stop crying so that meant he wouldn't sleep which meant Luke nor you could sleep. You both tried to convince the other to sleep but it failed since neither of you wanted to sleep without the other. Luke knows he should’ve gone to sleep since he had to be up at 8 but he couldn't leave you to suffer all night. He loves you so much that he’d stay up for days if that meant you’d be happy.

“Hey newbie, what's got you looking like death?” Penelope said, walking alongside him into the bullpen. 

“You got a lady friend, Alvez? Is she keeping you up at night?” Rossi said, smirking into his coffee mug. 

Luke chuckled but shook his head. “I didn’t sleep too well, that's all.” He wasn't lying per se but for what they knew he was a young bachelor living a fun danger filled life; a “Derek Morgan’ type if you will.

He placed his bag down on his desk and sat back in his chair. He hoped today went by fast.

An hour and a half later Penelope comes into the bullpen with a file in her hands. “Turn on channel 6!”

Rossi grabbed the remote and turned in the TV while everyone huddled around. 

A masked man with a weapon is holding captives in a convenience store. To our knowledge there are 5 captives: two men, two women and a baby. None have yet to be identified. 

“Police are watching the scene closely. They think the man may be psychotic and can is very close to breaking. He keeps pacing and talking to himself; he’s being verbally rough with the captives and is haplessly doing things. There are times where he points his gun to someone and will say something but on site police cannot distinguish what it is yet. One man, who they assume was the cashier, has a wound on his head but seems to be stable.”

Penelope said as the woman on the tv continued her news story. Everyone watched closely as they showed the scene through the door. Even with the shakiness and blurriness, you could make out the store and the people but not enough to identify them.  

“Wait, rewind it!” Luke said, staring straight at the tv. “Stop!” 

The frame froze on an outside view of the convenience store. “Is that the 7/11 close to Braxton Avenue?” 

Penelope nodded and turned her head quizzically. “Fuck!” Luke shouted. 

He grabbed his phone and hurried through the glass doors. Everyone had turned completely to see him and they all shared questioning looks.

“C’mon pick up. I left you at home and you were fine. Pick up. For the love of God pick up Y/N.” He mumbled into the phone getting impatient with every ring. It went to voicemail and Luke clenched his fists in stress. He tried again but again nothing but the automated voicemail. 

Suddenly Luke was not the chilled type anymore and something within him changed. He walked back into the room and everyone could see the new man who just marched in. He did not even focus on everyone else around him instead he marched straight to Hotch. “We have to go and help these people.” They were gonna help but something about his shift in mood made Hotch curious. Hotch stared straight into Luke’s eyes and he could see the look that often he wore when worried about Jack and his team. To an untrained eye he looked stoic and emotionless but there was sadness and worry hidden behind it. 

With a nod, Hotch announced that everyone needs to hurry to the cars. An understanding look was passed between the men before they followed the team out to the parking garage. Penelope watched as they all piled into the elevator but took extra time to look at Luke, she needed to know what caused his quick change. 

“Luke, ride with me and Rossi.” Hotch said as everyone separated into two cars. He followed without a fight and hopped into the car. He knew that they’d question but nothing mattered more at the moment then your and Levi’s safety. 

Luke’s jaw was locked in a tense position and it worried Rossi. “Alvez, is someone you care about in that convenience store?” Luke finally shifted back into reality and bit his lip. “I dont know.” 

Before any more questions can be asked Hotch’s cell rang. “Go Garcia.” 

“The baby has been separated from whoever the parent is so they aren’t able to connect who it belongs to. Report does say that the unsub seems to be caring towards the baby and that the baby seems to be keeping the unsub from having a psychotic break.” 

She hurried through the small bit of information she had. “Thank you Penelope. Keep us updated.” She hummed an “of course” and disconnected from the call. 

The car goes back to silent but both Hotch and Rossi peek at Luke through the rearview mirror. They could tell he was stressed; his shoulders were tense and his eyes were open wide and he was biting his bottom lip. Both Hotch and Rossi shared a knowing look. 

They reach the convenience store in 15 minutes, something Luke noted because his commute to work is usually 25 minutes. He hurried out of the car and ran to the barricade. A standard uniformed copped anticipated that Luke was going to run past and grabbed him before he could even reach half way.

“Let go of me man!” Luke yells trying to get the man off him. With no self control and this point he prepares to throw a punch but is grabbed by Hotch. 

“Alvez! Stop!” Luke pushed him away and fixed his shirt, already annoyed with the cops.

He followed Hotch to the barricade and looked into the store. He prayed the whole ride that the woman and baby in there weren't you and Levi but her biggest fear was confirmed when he saw you resting against the back counter with a tear stained face and a ripped sweater sleeve. 

“Which one is your girlfriend?” Hotch asked Luke. 

“The one in the back with the purple sweater is my wife.” 

To say that the whole team was surprised was an understatement. Rossi even commented that if Garcia was there she probably would've fainted from surprise. 

“Wife? Alvez, why did you not communicate with me about..”

“Y/N.”

“About Y/N.”

“Safety, this world is dangerous compared to a normal life and I wanted to be sure that they would be okay once I did mix my lives together.”

“They?” Rossi asked, noting his word choice. Luke bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes in frustration of having slipped. 

“Y/N and Levi, our baby.” Luke whispered out, putting his focus back onto the convenience store. 

“Is there a possibility that the child in there is yours?” 

Luke had no verbal response, just a head nod. 

No one had nothing left to say so they said nothing. Even Hotch, who knew Luke should not work on the case due to conflict of interest, stayed silent. The first person to break the silence was JJ.

“They are going to be fine. Let’s do our job and get them out.”

[drsreidd]

End of the Day (ii)

Spencer Reid x Reader (blurb)

prompt: “at the end of the day you’re the one that I want” (based off of End of the Day by One Direction)

word count: 703

warning: angst????

Tag list: @wittlewowa

a/n: part 3?????

You left Penelope’s place at 3:46. Penelope begged and pleaded with any powerful being to enlighten Spencer and bring him back to her apartment. ‘Please baby boy, come get Y/N’ she thought minute after minute until she knew he wasn’t coming back. 

Even with the bright car clock illuminating the time, the night felt endless just like it felt on the roof. It was dark, everyone having finished their days hours ago. The drive to your apartment was numbing and silent. All you could hear was the echo of his words. His ‘I love you’ felt unreal and warming but still all you felt was your heartbreak; the heartbreak you brought upon yourself. 

He had to hate you; you couldn't even tell him to wait or to let you think. You knew you loved him but you needed a moment to let his words sink in. It's a heavy thing learning someone loves you back; it knocks the wind out of you while simultaneously bringing you to life.

After twenty silent minutes, your phone rang. It grounded you back to real life. Looking at the caller ID, you noticed it was JJ calling. You let it ring and ring until it went straight to voicemail. You couldn’t hold a conversation right now nor did you want to. Once the voicemail came in you pressed play to the short message. 

“Y/N! Spence is being transported to a hospital. We think he was targeted by someone. Penelope found him with a note. Meet us at St. Peter’s, hurry!” 

Nothing could’ve prepared you for those words. The words felt like a bullet that’s bulls eye was located right on your heart.  

Tears pooled in your eyes as you started the car again. You called JJ and told her that you were on your way before racing to the hospital. This ride was completely different; now you were hyper aware of all the noises; the growling engine, the tire hitting the road and the little buzz coming from the radio. It was a very stressful ride but you couldn't think about anything but Spencer right now. . 

“Spencer Reid.” You said to the nurse at the front desk.

“Relation?”

A stupid but necessary question. 

“Co Worker at the FBI’s Behavior Analysis Unit.” 

You flashed your badge looking around for anyone that could be more helpful than this woman right now. 

“You can go to the waiting room, most of your team is there already.”

You mumbled a thank you and raced to the waiting room. The only people there were Hotch, Garcia, JJ and Rossi. All of them had somber looks while staring down at a note. 

JJ noticed you first; she offered a pity smirk and signaled you over. 

“There isn’t anything new on him yet, just that he’s in surgery. What’s certain is that he had a gunshot to his abdominal area and what seemed like some bruises around him. He seemed to have to put up a fight.” Hotch filled you in and handed you over a little yellow paper that had something close to chicken scratch on it. 

Y/N,

The priest thinks it’s the devil

My mum thinks its the flu 

But girl it's only you

-From the one man who you’ll ever TRULY love

The handwriting looked familiar but you couldn't pinpoint it. Someone hurt Spencer because of you. “Uh, I, I, uhm,” you stuttered, not sure of what to say. 

“It's okay. Take a moment.” Rossi said, taking the note out of your hands and comfortingly rubbing his hand up and down your arm.  

What do you do when nothing makes sense? This horrible feeling felt like being on fire and being struck by lightning simultaneously. Unlucky and heartbroken is the worst combination of emotions for a woman in love to feel. 

The once frightening idea of telling Spencer you loved him became regret. You should’ve just said it; now the idea that it seemed difficult felt futile and stupid. 

All you knew now was that you loved him and that at the end of the day you wanted him. You’d follow your heart to him wherever it may take you even if it sometimes leads to heartbreak.

[drsreidd]

i think we neeeeeed a happy ending for “the end of the day”

it’s a beautiful piece of writing and would love to see it end wholesomely!!🤩🤩

its going to be a three parter but it will end happily! Part 2 coming out next week :)

[drsreidd]

Grease

Greased Lightnin’

i - ii - iii - iv

pairing: Luke Alvez x reader

prompt: An unforgettable summer with the perfect man? Or a fling for a player?

word count: 669

warning: nothing

a/n: Hey, I’m back! I love this story but I had was not satisfied with my writing so I kept writing until I liked it so please enjoy the 4th chapter. It gets real interesting after. Also, the gif is the smile he does in the chapter!

taglist: @wanniiieeee @ria132love

“Cold?” I asked, pulling the jacket tighter around Y/n. She nodded and looked at me. The moonlight hit all her features perfectly and once I saw that I knew that I had fallen into the deep end. 

The sports bar was packed and the smell of cheap beer was strong. Luke loved places like these. The energy of fans cheering and the greasy food always felt like home. 

Luke walked to the back section where an old booth had his old friends, Angel and Victor. He saw that they weren’t alone, his friends brought their girlfriends. Suddenly, he did not want to be here. Was it too late to leave?

He thought to ask Y/N to join him tonight but seeing her made him nervous and anytime he was around her his mind went blank. Work was not the same setting as a romantic beachside Greece resort. Just seeing her in the morning, in work clothes, he still thought she was just as hot. He swore that by the end of the day he was gonna talk to her and maybe ask her to come with him tonight but every time he tried to, it seemed that his chest would hurt and the words would get caught up in his throat. 

The group hasn't noticed he was there yet, maybe he could sneak back out and send an excuse as to why he missed tonight. He was about to follow through on the plan until, “Luke!” Victor screamed over the cheer. Luke flashed his famous smile and acted as if his mind wasn’t having a war over this. “Victor! Angel! Who are these lovely lovely ladies?” He said clapping hands with his friends and then extending them to the two women. They smiled at him introducing themselves as Mindy and Rosa. 

After the quick introduction Luke sat down on the chair at the end of the table. Mindy and Rosa went back to their prior conversation while the three men caught up with each other.  

“They are our ball and chains. Speaking of, where is yours?” Victor said, smirking at Luke. “Man, you know Alvez is a ladies man. He won't ever settle.” Angel answered, laughing along with Victor. “Boys!” One of the girlfriends said trying to settle them. 

Luke was tired of his stereotype. He wasn’t the same guy he was 10 years ago. If he wanted to, he could hold down a relationship. With these thoughts invading his mind the next few words out of his mouth were the worst ones he could’ve said. 

“I actually do have a lady, Y/N. Y/N is my lady.” He regretted those words the moment he said them; not only were the said in the most awkward way but it also was not true. 

“Oh really! Where is she then?” Angel asked. “She was too tired from work and we just started going out so I didn’t want to pressure her.” Luke said losing his confidence the more he spoke. 

“Do you have a picture?” Victor pushed wanting to see the girl who had captivated Luke. Reluctantly he brought out his phone and found a recent picture from the Greece trip. 

It was his favorite picture. You two were sitting on the edge of the hotel room balcony, he was a shade darker than usual and you were sporting a sun kissed look; you were smiling big while he laughed at some ridiculous comment you made. The picture was perfect. 

Victor and Angel noticed the blissful and in love look that Luke was sporting and they knew that “Ladies Man” Luke Alvez was head over heels for this girl. After another quiet moment, Luke turned the phone to show the table. 

“This is her. This is Y/N. She's gorgeous.” The words slipped out of his mouth and ended with a small smile. At that moment he promised himself that he’d ask you out officially tomorrow. He couldn't go on without you.

“Man, you are a goner. Aren’t you?” 

[drsreidd]

New Year’s Resolution

Aaron Hotchner x Reader (blurb)

prompt: Aaron’s New Year’s resolution is to smile more

word count: 472

warning: literally all fluff nothing bad at all

a/n: this was supposed to be on Christmas but when I first wrote it I literally despised it so I wrote it instead for New Years and I loved it a lot more so I hoe all you do too. Enjoy and happy holidays!

“Did I tell you my New Year's Resolution?” Aaron asked as he brought his glass to his lips. You shook your head no and looked at him. The patio lights lit up his features making you really take him in. His lips pursed and his cheeks slightly red; there was this innocent look to him. This was a rare look for him but an attractive one. It made him seem younger and almost as if he did not deal with sick people every day.

“Tell me.” You told him, putting your hand on the back of his neck and playing with his hair.The gesture was one of comfort that he often was grateful for. The action usually grounded him and reminded him that life is still pleasant.

He looked at you and smiled. “It’s to smile more.” You smiled back. “Why?” He took another sip of his rum before answering. “Jack and…” He paused, focusing on you before placing his hand on your cheek. “you.” 

You leaned into his touch, appreciating the warmth it’s bringing. “You have made me so happy in the past 2 years and you respected me as a father and as a unit chief. You took care of my son without complaint, you worried for me and, even when it was not deserved, loved me. I haven’t been able to repay you and I’m scared I’ll never be able to. I’ve never been good at communicating my emotions or at showing love the conventional way but you are patient and give me the space to feel. I love you. I really, undoubtedly love you.” He continued speaking and checked his watch. “And with my resolution, I want it to start immediately. So with that…” You can hear the countdown begin inside Rossi's house, Reid’s and Penelope’s laughter being louder than everyones cheering. “will you marry me?” He had pulled out a ring box with a gorgeous and delicate ring, perfect for your taste. 

“Yes.” You whispered to him immediately as everyone said one and began cheering. Like traditions, you two kissed at the stroke of midnight really solidifying that the new year was for both of you together as one. The kiss was soft but full of passion and promise. It was like kissing him for the first time all over again. 

Everyone came out wishing a drunk ‘Happy New Year’ and watched the fireworks outside. Of course it caused you to separate but it didn't cause your focus to falter. Now it was you and him, together forever and even though the wedding would not be for months you knew that the vows were secretly concealed in that kiss. 

You looked at him and saw your favorite look of his. One that was rare and often missed by those who truly love him. 

He was smiling.

[drsreidd]

End of the Day

Spencer Reid x Reader (blurb)

prompt: “at the end of the day you’re the one that I want” (based off of End of the Day by One Direction)

word count: 627

warning: angst???? 

a/n: let me know if you want a part 2

“I love you.”

You heard it. His voice didn’t tremble and he didn’t whisper. He confessed so easily. You didn’t respond. You didn’t know how to. How do you tell him that he’s all you think about? 

He asked himself ‘did she hear it?’ He was sure that his words were clear and loud. 

The cold wind caused a shiver. It didn’t go unnoticed. He placed his jacket over your shoulders. You still didn’t speak. Too many thoughts that you needed to figure out before you could open your mouth. You couldn’t even whisper a thank you. 

Another one of Garcia’s parties was dying down. Only the team was left and they wouldn’t leave for another hour but the music had been turned down and the lights were back on. There wasn’t really anything else to do but in your buzzed state, the cold air and night sky was attracting you. You excused yourself to the roof and sat on a lawn chair that was placed up there. 

You were followed out. You knew Spencer was going to follow you. He cared too much for you to just let you go to the roof tipsy. You didn’t expect the confession. How were you supposed to? You had recently come to terms that he probably didn’t like you back but here he was confessing his love for you like some cliche. 

But now it was just him, you and the moon. 

“I’ve always wanted you. I’m like a moth to the flame. You attracted me in a way that scared me. I had this realization that you are it for me recently. It was like a lightning strike to my heart. I know the last time you loved it broke you. I know it destroyed you and caused you pain. I’ll never know that feeling unless you tell me you don’t love me back. Even if you do, that doesn’t matter, because at the end of the day you’re the one that I want. I’ll follow my heart to you because I’m giving it to you, I don’t care if you break it; it’s yours. So, say something. Tell me you love me or don’t, tell me you’re confused, lost even, just tell me something.”

Time seems to go slower when there is complete silence almost like the ticking clock knows not to make a sound. Waiting and sitting was all he could do. Your head was running laps looking for the right words that won’t reveal the full extent of how much you love him. 

The wait is killing him; anyone could tell that. His constant hand movements and unsteady stance were dead giveaways. It had been almost five minutes standing there on the roof, staring at your back, waiting. He’d wait hours to hear you but he was never the patient kind.

“Please say something.” 

“The party is over, Morgan just left.”

Neither of you moved. He opened his mouth but nothing would come out. He wanted to go back to a minute ago where the night felt like it was taking forever and everything was still occurring. 

After a few minutes he decided on one word. 

“Okay.” 

He left. You continued watching the street until you saw his old car leave the parking space. Once he was gone, you started your walk back down to Penelope’s apartment. One soft knock later, you were in the arms of Penelope. Tears were staining her pink blouse and she stroked your hair. 

“I messed it up. I just couldn’t say I love you. I couldn’t say that he is the one I want at the end of every day. I messed up, I ruined happiness for myself.” 

Penelope shushed you, hoping to God Spencer didn’t give up on you.

[drsreidd]

Pony Dude?

Spencer Reid x Reader

prompt: Books aren’t really your thing but when your looking for a book with ‘pony dude’ a hot man is there to help

word count: 1418

warning: a sex joke and like 2 swears

a/n: Besties, I am back! I took a small break because I just wanted to. Some stuff happened but its all good now. I’ll probably be a little slower in writing but I hope to have the next chapter of Grease and PTHD done for next week. Anyways, enjoy this little thing I put together while in my math class.

The store smelled of books. All week your roommate, Mandy, has begged you to check out the bookstore that’s about a block away from your new apartment. You kept telling her to go on her own or with Tyler but she's been trying to get you into reading and she's hoping that an aesthetically cute bookstore would help do that. You finally gave in when she brought home a bottle of your favorite wine and a box of chocolate chip cookies and promised lunch after. 

You didn't hate books, you just didn't like reading. Why read when there's a movie of it already? Sure it is two different experiences but you just like watching it more. You also were always forced to read a book in school and never liked any of them. You swore of books once you got to Sophomore year and was forced to read Frankenstein which you hated with a burning passion. 

“Oh my, they have the full Harry Potter set with leather casing! Look Y/N!” You watched Mandy’s bright colored hair bounce as she ran to the kid section where the Harry Potter books were on display. “Yeah, that's nice, Mandy.” You said with some humor in your voice. Mandy loved reading. She was either reading or with her perfect match of a boyfriend (a geeky comic book loving ginger 6 ft man). She picked up one of the books and looked at it like she just found gold and you took this opportunity to walk around; you were forced here might as well look around. 

After walking down five aisle nothing peeked your interest until you turned around an aisle and saw something that did; he was sitting crisscrossed so height was still a question but he had sharp features and was wearing business casual clothes. Without realizing it you were basically on top of him casting a shadow onto the book he was reading. He looked up, hoping to ask this person to step aside but his words caught in his throat once he looked at you. 

“Sorry, I’m looking for a book.” You said in a panic staring down at the man. He started standing up. Soon he was towering over you and you took the opportunity to mentally praise whatever being for making such a perfect looking man. “Oh, uh, which book? I can help you find it.” He put back the book he was reading. Shit, you weren’t here for a book; you were here because you were promised lunch after this. “Oh, uh, the one with the pony dude.” Panic. Pure panic was happening in your brain. It was like that one episode of Spongebob where all the little Spongebobs in his brain were panicking and there was fire everywhere. Yeah that was happening in your brain right now. You just told the hottest man alive, who seemed to be a fan of books that you were looking for the pony dude book. 

He chuckled but also confused. “Do you have another thing that can help me figure out the book?” He looked at you and took the time you thought of something to check you out. He was never subtle but since you were trying your hardest to recall something you didn't notice him basic eye fucking you. “Rob Lowe is in it,” Was the next thing you said. “With Tom Cruise and the Karate Kid.” Now he was at a loss for words. Rob who? Karate Kid? (He knew Tom Cruise since his mom did have a secret obsession with the 80’s hunk.) 

You looked at him pleading silently to rewind and start this moment again. “The Outsiders?” He finally said after about a minute of scrolling through his own memories of books with a ‘pony dude’ in it. “Yes! Oh, yes!” You weren't even sure if that was the book you were just recalling a book you were supposed to read in fifth grade (but opted for the movie instead). “Yeah that's over here.” He said as he walked down the aisle to a ‘coming of age’ section. He pulled out a silver paperback and handed it to you. “I read this a long time ago. Uh, I remembered the character is called Ponyboy.” You grabbed the book from his hand slightly feeling the heat radiating from it. “Thank you.” He gave you a tight lipped smile and nodded. The tension was building up until your phone dinged. 

“I left the bookstore. Tyler wants to watch HP after I told him about the books. Wish me luck, I’m hoping he has me moaning as much as Moaning Myrtle.”

In the quiet awkwardness, your mind decided that the best thing to do was laugh out loud. Not only was the handsome man startled but he was confused. He had done nothing and you were laughing at him. He was about to walk away until you spoke up. “Why does my best friend get so horny when it comes to Harry Potter?” Now he was even more confused. You let your fot of laughter go down a bit before showing him the text. “Probably stemming from reading the books in her prime puberty years.” He answered the earlier question. “Makes sense, she’d walk into class and show me her new drawing of Ron or Charlie. She’s got a thing for redheads. Probably why Tyler is literally her perfect match. He is like what you get if you make Ron a real person. He even has like all the siblings too.” You rambled but cut yourself off before you exposed anymore of Mandy’s personal stuff to this stranger. He laughed. “S’alright, ramble if you want. I ramble all the time too.” You blushed and smiled at him. He smiled back and you were smitten. How can this man be real. 

Now you both fell into a more comfortable silence until your phone dinged again. 

“Y/N Y/L. Your table for 2 is ready. You have 15 minutes or your place is lost. 12:52 pm.”

“Oh fuck, I forgot I made reservations.” You said looking at your phone. “Where?” The man asked. “The korean barbeque down the block, uh, Kimbop.” You said heading to the front to pay for your book. He followed you. 

“This all?” The teenage girl asked at the cash register. Before you could respond, Soncer stepped in and handed his card to her. “That and those two books right there.” The girl nodded and grabbed the two books he put at the front on hold as he looked around. You didn't know what to say so you just waited until you were outside the bookstore to speak up. 

“Thank you, but I would have paid for it myself.” You said facing him once again. “It’s not a big deal, it was only eight dollars.” He smiled at you and the most brilliant idea popped into your head. “Come to lunch with me. It's a reservation for two and I don't like eating alone.” You looked up hopefully at him. “Sure. I've always wanted to try that place. Also, I’m paying.” He said as he started walking with you following. “No you paid for my book, I got lunch.” You said finally catching up to his side. “First off, it was eight dollars so don't worry about it and secondly my mom always told me to be a gentleman and that means that I pay on dates.” 

This man started off being awkward but somehow turned into the smoothest person ever leaving you speechless with the word date. He smirked and laughed as you tried to gather up some words. “Oh, okay, can I at least buy you dessert?” He laughed even more and nodded. “Yeah, you can if you want. It’s Spencer by the way.” He said. “Who’s Spencer?” You said walking up the restaurant steps. He laughed again.“I am. We never really introduced ourselves.” He finished his sentence and you were red from embarrassment. “Oh, yeah. I’m Y/N.” You said turning to him. 

“Y/n Y/L? Come, here’s your table.” You both looked at the hostess and followed her to the booth. Once you both sat down, you both started laughing. 

Once the laughter died down, Spencer spoke up. “How come you lied about looking for a book?” 

“Oh, y’know, this hot guy was reading a book in the middle of a bookstore and I kinda had no other excuse to talk to him.” 

“I’m hot?” 

“Very.”

[drsreidd]

Grease

Hopelessly Devoted To You

i - ii - iii

pairing: Luke Alvez x reader

prompt: An unforgettable summer with the perfect man? Or a fling for a player?

word count: 775

warning: cursing (in english and spanish)

a/n: Hey! So this chapter is extra short but in the next one its gonna switch perspective and its gonna be a lot longer. I really liked this part so I hope you do to. 

taglist: @wanniiieeee @ria132love​ 

“One painfully sweet cocktail for the pretty girl and one rum and coke for me.” Luke said as he reached the beach chairs laid out in front of the light blue water. “Oh yes! Finally!” The days heat has gotten to you and you begged Luke to go get an iced drink for you. “Anything for you, amor.” His hispanic accent rolled the word and made you swoon. Looking at his tan skin sparkle you imagined that no one could look more perfect than him right at that moment. 

“I hate you Luke Alvez! I hate how you are so fucking perfect.” You screamed out the night sky while standing outside on Penlope’s small balcony. You don’t doubt that the girls can hear you but right now you were too drunk to care. 

The air was cold and, normally, you'd be cursing out God for making the weather so unbearable but you could not focus on anything other than Luke. You were in love, there was no denying it. Every picture you saw of him with another woman was like being shot over and over again. “Why do I always fall for the assholes?”

The question was left out in the air. You weren’t expecting a response but felt like you deserved one. “Fuck.” You whispered, taking a sip of the crappy beer Penelope bought (she’s not really a beer drinker), and letting out the last ounce of anger. 

You sat on the pink chair Penelope has set out on the balcony and take out your phone. What if I texted him at this moment? What would happen? You opened the messages, and found his name with no trouble. 

Luke <3 ;)

Looking at the last message you laughed. 

Would I have been in your top ten on myspace? XD

No, you were too latino and too sporty for my type at the time 

:((( 

That was only 32 hours ago. 32 hours ago, you two were texting about how you were in high school. You would not be friends back then no matter how hard he fought the idea that you would be. 

It's a bitter feeling just how fast your image of someone can change. 32 hours ago Luke was everything a man could be for you; not one fault; not even one hair out of place. 32 hours ago you were telling your mom “I wish those dickheads in high school were more like Luke. I could’ve been married by now.” 

 “Damn Luke.” You whispered out chugging the rest of the beer. Once it is finished you look at the van and let your mind flow back to the summer.  You flicked the tab continuously, imagining yourself with Luke on the roof of the hotel, playing this game he used to play with his cousins.

“Whoever causes it to pop off wins.”

With one flick you popped it off causing you to burst out laughing. 

“Carajo!” He said joining in on your laughter. 

You kept flicking until the tab popped off. You smiled despite the tears that flowed down your eyes. You didn’t bother wiping them off.  The tears were warm and were comforting in your heartbreaking moment. You felt alone and tired and cold; it really felt like rock bottom. 

You picked up the metal tab and looked up to the sky, wishing that you were right next to Luke at that moment. 

“Hey, it’s really cold out here. Come back inside.” Emily said from the sliding door. You looked at her and she saw the complete mess you were. “You love him.” She realized. You nodded, letting new tears flow out your eyes. JJ and Penelope also came to the the door. They all came to the same conclusion. 

They stayed in silence grabbing the coats and blankets and alcohol. They came outside again and covered you up and sat with you. They all have gone through heartbreaks; Emily with Doyle, JJ with Spencer, Penelope with Kevin. They all knew that your tears weren’t just over some crush. 

No one knew what to say. You all just sat there. 

“Do you think we would’ve been friends in high school?” You whispered to them. 

“What?” Emily asked. “Are you kidding? No!” She bursted out laughing.

“You were just crying and the first thing you blurt out is that. Oh my God!” JJ said also joining in the laughter.

“I can’t believe you Y/N!” Penelope said while giggling. 

This was the little refreshing moment you needed tonight. This one moment of happiness in a heartbreaking moment. 

I think we would’ve been best friends back then no matter how hispanic or sporty I was :)