a/n: I’ve been in a weird place in my life and I thought hey I’ll put that energy into writing. SO sorry for the delay, and here’s a sneak peak at what i’ve been working on. Let me know if you want to be tagged.
It was a warm summer evening and you were sitting in your apartment waiting. Waiting again. It seemed like something you were sadly used to at this point. Waiting for anything. A phone call, a visit, anything to prove that he still cared.
You’d only been seeing Spencer for about a year at this point, but everything in your relationship seemed to move at full speed. You weren’t the type to move fast, but when things seemed right, they were right. You were a full believer of listening to your gut and he seemed like a good guy.
He let you know that he was a busy guy, saving lives for the FBI was a hard job and you were understanding. Not to mention when he started teaching on top of everything else.
While you weren’t a FBI agent, you did have your own things going on, but made sure that Spencer was a priority when he was available. Which led you to believe that he started to think you were always free.
That’s when your problems started. You had an argument about how he took your time for granted when he would constantly reschedule or not commit to a certain time when he knew he would be free.
On a night out with his team when he finally let you meet them is when you found out that he wasn’t necessarily as committed to this relationship as you believed he was. He had met a woman on a case and stayed in contact. There started fight number two.
Dumb fights seemed to pop up on a regular and now here you were waiting for Spencer, who may or may not show up.
11:39 pm. Still no Spencer, no text, no call, nothing. You used to just think that maybe a case went on longer than he thought it would, but a year later and you knew the difference between him working and him taking you for granted.
Sighing, you put your phone on your nightstand and climbed into bed, for another night alone.
Y/n has a crush on Spencer, who she thinks has eyes for someone else. The truth comes out when she is kidnapped by a killer who broadcasts their victims diaries.
A/n: Here’s the last chapter! I’m so happy that everyone loved this miniseries as much as I did, and I hope to do other things like it in the future (maybe even a full series!). Thanks! Enjoy!
Category: Angst, Fluff
Content Warning: Kidnapped, implication of sexual assault, death (minor character, OC)
Word Count: 4.5K
PART ONE, PART TWO
MASTERLIST
The way the sunlight shone through the long, pale grass gave the illusion that it was glowing. It’s beams felt warm on my skin, and I allowed my eyes to flutter open like the tired wings of a butterfly. I sat up, looking around at my surroundings, a place that seemed so familiar, yet somehow too general to identify. But then my eyes landed on the house ahead of me and I recognized immediately that I was at my grandmother’s house from my childhood.
I picked myself up off the floor, and then I noticed the clothes I was wearing. It was a pale green gingham dress, one that matched closely with the picnic blanket I found myself on. I didn’t own anything like it.
I heard movement weaving through the grass behind me, I turned quickly over my shoulder to face it.
“Spencer?” I gasped, my voice quiet, but healed. He approached closer and my eyes absorbed the clothes he wore, tailored suiting which reminded me almost of Laurie from the novel Little Women. A book both of us have read. It wasn’t his style, but I vouched for it so strongly that he asked to borrow my copy. Part of me wondered if he read it because I loved it so much.
So I did force myself to write, it’s just going very slowly. Sorry for no motivation and lag I love you all very much and I hope you’re all doing okay!
Reader has an amazing one night stand with a stranger from a bar, only to regret her decision days later when she walks into class and realizes he’s her new professor.
LOOK AT ME, FINALLY posting. I am finally motivated.
“Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.”
― Emery Allen
Your body felt warm with the alcohol coursing through your system. The bright club lights shimmered on your black sequin bodycon dress. The euphoria you were experiencing almost felt superficial, it was addicting.
Sweaty bodies mangled on the dance floor, you being one of them, grinding your hips against one of your close friends. To say you had dragged her to the club would be an understatement, she had practically kicked and screamed the whole way here. But now here you were, both relaxed and having the time of your lives.
From across the club, your eyes met with a man’s, his figure tall and dressed in a fitted blazer. He definitely didn’t look like he should be at a club. His features were almost unrecognizable in the low light, but his gaze was strong, strong enough to force you to look away. You turned to your friend, “I’m going to get another drink.” She nodded in understanding.
At first, you actually were headed to get a drink, standing near the bar, waiting to flag down the bartender, who seemed to be frantically running around to collect orders and mix drinks. The club was definitely understaffed tonight.
A presence could be felt beside you, and a flicker of hope rooted in the pit of your stomach, maybe you wouldn’t be going home alone tonight. You turned your head slightly, peering over at the man, and apparently, he had the same idea. You cleared your throat, wishing you could’ve guzzled more alcohol before the encounter. Too late now, “This doesn’t look like your scene” you pointed out, your voice raised to overpower the music.
The light hit his face, and all the breath in your body vanished, everything about him was perfect. You tried to memorize the way he looked before the light left his face. “It’s not” he responded, his voice was smooth yet punctuated. Just by the way he held himself you could tell he was an intelligent individual.
You couldn’t help the girlish giggle his words drew out of you, “then what are you doing here? If you don’t mind me asking…”
“I’m here with a friend.” He answered, before saying another sentence. Unfortunately for him, it was drowned out by the music, fortunately for you, it gave you the perfect opportunity to get him alone.
Your friend was long forgotten as soon as the words left your mouth, “It’s really hard to hear in here, do you want to step outside?” You threw your thumb over your shoulder, pointing to the door in case he couldn’t hear you.
He retreated a bit, almost surprised at your bold question. For a moment you thought you had made a mistake, only for his head to nod as he brushed past you, making his way to the exit. Quickly you followed after him, the sudden change in his mood making your head spin. Yet, you were still determined to regain the higher ground, you were the predator, he was the prey, even if he didn’t know it.
Y/N has been super stressed at work but doesn’t want to tell Spencer bc she doesn’t want to bother him but he profiles her and figures it out.
Warnings? None unless you hate longass fluff.
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“Y/N, great, you’re still here. I need you to take on more responsibility in and out of the office.” Your boss said. He wasn’t even looking at you, he was looking around the office trying to find his assistant.
A/N: I really made a whole ass fic from one moment in my dream AGAIN. I wanted to try a diff type of fic format for y’all so if this is bad, I’m sorry. If you read this, I hope you enjoy & pls slide me some feedback <3
Requests are open btw ;)
“Hey Pretty Boy, do you think you can ask your girl to hook me up with some stronger pain killers? My leg has been killing me since that last door I kicked from the San Fran case.”
“Maybe you should stop kicking down doors,” Emily joked as she patted Morgan’s shoulder before sitting at her desk.
“Oooo wait do you think she could get me some too? Will really hurt his knee chasing after Henry in the backyard the other day and refuses to go to the doctors to get it checked out,” JJ chimed in.
“You all do know that Y/n is a pharmacist, not a drug dealer, right?” Spencer responded with an eye roll.
It had been 2 months since Spencer’s first date with y/n, yet he felt like it was only yesterday when he stumbled into the drugstore you were working at.
Spencer had gone into the drugstore on a mission to get his flu shot as quick as possible, so the team would stop teasing him for being the last one. It was that time of year and Hotch had sent out a mass email reminding everyone to get their flu shots and confirmations emailed to him by the end of the week. Normally, he was the first to get whatever task of the week assigned done. However, he wasn’t exactly speeding to complete this given his unfortunate moment with Tobias Hankel and dilaudid. Though it had been 5 years, Spencer has always had a small phobia of needles. He couldn’t put it off any longer as Hotch had called him out earlier for not getting his flu shot yet.
So here he was, walking into the closest drugstore near the FBI headquarters, a jittery mess. No words could explain the relief Spencer felt when he saw there was no line at the pharmacy. No one would hear him freak out over his vaccination. He let out a small sigh of relief and approached the counter, filled out the form with all his health history and insurance information before being directed to sit in the back room to wait for the pharmacist. Spencer patiently waited and tried to take his mind off the situation by focusing on slowing his rapid heart beat.
A couple minutes later, a young woman in a white coat knocked and entered the room. Spencer was instantly breath taken. Maybe it was because he was about to get his vaccine or because the pharmacist giving it to him was absolutely beautiful. Either way, he was about to act like a little baby in front of the most gorgeous woman he’s ever seen.
She sat down in the seat next to Spencer before introducing herself, “Hi Spencer, I’m y/n y/l/n. I’m the pharmacist that will be administering your flu shot. Do you have any questions or concerns?”
“N-no I uh t-t-think I’m good to um go,” Spencer said as he slowly rolled up his sleeve. He enjoyed the sound her soft voice saying his name.
“You know being afraid of needles is okay. It’s perfectly understandable,” y/n said giving Spencer a small smile before cleaning off part of his upper arm, “You can squeeze my leg, if it’ll help calm your nerves.”
Feeling the coolness of the alcohol pad on his skin, Spencer immediately placed his hand on y/n’s knee. She didn’t seem to mind. Spencer however, thought he caught a hint of red rise to her cheeks.
“Okay I’m going to count to three before I put the needle in,” she said as she uncapped the needle and looked into Spencer’s eyes for his approval. Between all the thoughts running through his head and his panic, Spencer didn’t realize how he had unconsciously leaned closer to y/n.
“Uh yeah go ahead, I’m ready.”
Y/n had gotten lost in Spencer’s gorgeous hazel eyes, that she almost didn’t hear him. Realizing that it had gotten deadly silent, she quickly cleared her throat trying to cover up her flustered look. “One…..two…..,” she didn’t get to three before she quickly stuck the needle in Spencer’s arm, pushed the plunger, and removed it in one swift motion.
Spencer immediately gripped her knee waiting for the pain to hit, but was surprised when he saw y/n throwing the needle away and placing a band-aid on his arm.
“Wait it’s over?”
“Yup, we’re all done! You did a great job,” she assured, smiling up at Spencer.
“You know you didn’t count to three right,” Spencer pointed out as he rolled his sleeve down and stood up from his chair.
“You were so focused on hearing me count to three that you didn’t even realize I had already stuck you with the needle. It helped take your mind off the injection,” y/n explained as she stood up and handed Spencer a sucker, “I think you deserve a reward for handling that so calmly and for not kicking me in the shin because that has happened too many times before.”
Spencer smiled down at y/n as she handed him the sucker. He was ready to leave the store and get back to work, so he can tell the team he finally got his shot. Something was holding him back though. Spencer wasn’t going to let this be the first and last time he sees y/n. He reached into his messenger bag and pulled out one of his business cards.
“I would uh really like to see you again,… in a different setting of course. Maybe like a date?” Spencer quickly said as he nervously handed y/n his card.
“I’d really like-”
Spencer’s daydream was interrupted as he heard a pair of familiar high heels clicking into the bullpen.
“So what’s this I’m hearing that Boy Wonder is dating a drug dealer?” Penelope asked, walking past the team into the conference room with a new case file in hand.
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