Warnings: none just fluff, the only spice here is cinnamon lol
Word Count: 500
A/n: Trying to write for Criminal Minds again, any requests are more than welcome
You darted around the kitchen, grabbing bags and boxes of food. You pulled out a bag of sugar, one of flour and the box of apples you kept in the bottom of the pantry. You flew to the fridge, pulling out a stick of butter and a couple of eggs. Spencer sat on one of the stools placed at the other side of the bench, just watching you. He watched as you flicked through the spice rack, clearly missing something.
"Spence?"
"Hm?"
"Have you seen the-" You stopped as you turned around, spotting the exact thing you were searching for in his outstretched hand "-cinnamon"
"Is this it?"
"Yes" You smiled "Smartass"
"I assure you, my brain is much smarter than my ass"
"Maybe, but nowhere near as cute. Now, can I have my cinnamon?"
"For a price"
"A price? Do you really want me to try and bribe you for spices?"
"Well actually, cinnamon was once one of the most valuable spices in the world. The British and Portuguese travelled to India-"
"Yes my darling, you're very smart but my pie is starting to burn, may I pretty please have the cinnamon?"
"For a price" He reitorated.
"And what price would that be?"
"Guess"
You rolled your eyes playfully "You've been spending too much time around Morgan"
"Maybe"
"Alright, a price" You hummed, thinking theatrically, fingers tapping your chin and all "How about…a hearty handshake?"
"No"
"A friendly hug?"
"Getting closer"
"Hmmm, how about, a kiss?"
"Perfect"
You took slow steps towards him, a certain look in your eyes as you rounded the corner, one he knew well.
You leaned over, cupping the cinnamon in his hand as your lips approached his. He let go to move his hands to your hips, bringing you in closer. You smiled mischievously as you dodged his lips, pecking his cheek briefly before pulling away.
You laughed as you returned to baking and he stood there, just a little stunned.
"What are you doing?"
"Baking a pie"
"But you-"
"I kissed you, like you asked"
"That wasn't exactly what I had in mind"
"Hey, you start playin' games, I will too"
He approached you, stopping you with two hands cupping your cheeks and he looked into your eyes in that puppy dog way of his.
"I'm very sorry. If it helps, I won't do anything Morgan tells me to do again"
"Well I wouldn't say anyth- no actually, that's probably for the best"
"So, do you forgive me?"
"Of course, Pretty Boy. Always"
"Then if it's not too late, can I have that kiss?"
You grinned, bringing your hand up and grabbing his tie, pulling him to you.
His hands drifted from your arms to your waist, then up your back, fisting in your shirt as he held you close. When you finally broke apart, you were both searching for air and he looked at you with big eyes.
"Please do that again"
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Oh, hi dear, I just discovered your prompts list and checked your fandoms list. And smiled a lot because you’ve got Maeve x Spencer on it. ♥️
May I ask for 62 or 93, please?
I wish you happy writing and loads of inspo, snacks and energy for this hopefully fun project. ☺️
drabble prompts!! // tysm for the request lovely!!!
62. "You're not exactly subtle." / 93. "I have things to do."
"Maeve, c'mon—"
"I have things to do," Maeve replies, but she's laughing when she says it, barely looking at the files in front of her.
"You've looked over that patient twice already," Spencer replies, coming up behind her at her desk, putting his arms around her shoulders from behind. "You don't miss things. If you're trying to avoid me..."
"Not at all!" she said, leaning back into his hold. "I just...I..."
"You're not exactly subtle," Spencer tells her, and she can hear the smile in his voice without having to turn her head. "If you want me to distract you from work, you could just say so."
His fingers easily find purchase in the curve of her sides, and she holds her breath as they begin to gently tickle, making goosebumps spread over her skin.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," she says, voice shaking.
Spencer chuckles. "Of course you don't, doctor. Now, put down the file, and laugh for me."
You pulled down the sleeves of your shirt, the sight of the bruises ringing your wrists an unwelcome sight. You didn’t care that you got them, it was an unwritten part of the job, but the looks the rest of the team kept shooting you when they caught sight of them sent jolts of guilt through you. It had been an honest mistake to make, the call that led you right into the Unsub’s hands and you understood that it could have been anyone in your position — but you were the newest member of the team and younger then most, so they felt a sense of responsibility for you.
It had taken a few days after your capture for them to narrow down the secondary location the Unsub had taken you and each moment of those days had the team biting their nails to the quick. It truly hadn’t been too bad for you, the Unsub having been too panicked to do anything other than tie you down then forget about you. It had been a nerve racking wait but the worst thing was the thirst, not having had any water.
When Derek had ripped open the doors that led to the room you were bound up in, the relief would have melted from you — if you had had any slack to move. He had hurried to your side, JJ and Rossi right behind him, pulling out a knife to cut you from the bed then carefully cutting the ropes from your limbs before gently lifting you into his arms and carrying you out to the waiting ambulances. You had had to spend a few days in the hospital following the experience getting fluids pumped into and the team had hardly left your side, at least one or two at your bedside every time you opened your eyes.
When you finally got the okay to leave and to travel, you had an honor guard the entire way to the plane. It hadn’t gotten any better when you were finally back in DC with everyone ‘innocently’ checking in with you almost hourly on the dot. It would have annoyed you but you could see the guilt still residing in their eyes, so you let it go and allowed their silent sentry.
You figured that it would eventually end when they were satisfied that you weren’t a wilting flower but for the time being every time they saw your wrists, they flinched. The black bruises that they saw were a constant reminder that they had sent you directly into danger and the guilt weighed heavy on their minds.
As such you did everything you could to make sure they couldn’t see them. You knew they knew they were still there, but you figured out of sight out of mind, out of mind what is the best policy. It seems to work for the most part, but it made it all the more dramatic when they caught sight of them again.
There was nothing you could do however, but wait them out and hope for the best.
(I couldn't let the Autism Month(TM) go without doing anything, could I?)
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Come April, D.C. drowns in blue.
It's misguided rather than malicious, Spencer knows that much: most people mean well. They haven't done their research but can he hold that against them?
He still feels lost.
It's why his socks are red, at least partially, for the entire month. Penelope goes further and hijacks internal emails about awareness to redirect. And he hadn't meant to but Spencer had caught a glimpse of paperwork about autism spectrum disorder and assessment and name of patient and maybe it's an accident that Hotch's ties are nothing close to blue, but maybe it isn't.
Prompt 24: Banter in which one of them is like . . . “I love you” and the other person is like ok and the first is like “Say it back.” and the other is like “no.” and the first one gets frustrated because “Why wouldn’t you say it back we always say I love you before we leave.”
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Your house is madness incarnate. With four kids and a dog it’s to be expected. But when you add in your very pregnant belly, back aches, and heartburn, you’re more than a little agitated.
You’re running through what needs to be done. Jack and Atticus are getting dressed on their own because you’d already laid their clothes out. Elijah is only three so he still needs you to help him, or he’ll wind up wearing his dinosaur Halloween costume. Jamie is only one so you’re going to need to dress him yourself.
Lunches have already been made and packed for Jack who’s in fourth grade, and for Atticus and Elijah who are in pre-school, and Jamie is stays with you all day. You’re running through your checklist one more time when Aaron interrupts it, which makes you grouchy.
“The team caught a case. I’m going to be in Texas for at least three days.”
You scowl but don’t let him see it. Most of the time you don’t mind his job. You’re fairly independent and you do well on your own when you need to. But you’re tired. The baby is kicking all the time, you’re not sleeping well, and you’re less than a month away from your due date.
“Ok.”
He presses a kiss to your head as he grabs his recently restocked go-bag. “I love you.”
“Be safe.”
You can nearly hear the record scratch as he turns around, “I love you.”
You sigh, and groan as Elijah comes out not dressed in the clothes you had laid out, but in swim trunks and his dress shirt for important events. You groan. You place Jamie in his bouncy walker, and go to steer you third born towards his room. You’re in the middle of undressing him and redressing him, when Aaron clears his throat.
You look up at him, “Yes?”
“I said I love you.”
“I know. I said be safe.” You tug Elijah’s shirt into place, and then get his socks and shoes on. You place a kiss on your giggling boy’s cheek before placing him down, and heaving yourself up. You groan as pain shoots through your back.
You scoot by your husband, and he follows you. “You always say I love you back.”
“Aaron.” Your sigh is exasperated.
He grabs your hand, “What’s wrong?”
You level a ‘seriously’ look at him. “Aaron, I am four weeks away from my due date. I have constant heartburn. My back is killing me. And your daughter enjoys kicking me in the kidney, bladder, and ribs. That means I haven’t gotten a full night’s sleep in weeks. I’m exhausted. And now, you’re leaving, and I have kids to get to school and meals to prep and a house to take care of. And I’m grumpy. I love you very much Aaron but I’m overwhelmed.”
There are tears building behind your eyes, and a second later Aaron’s arms are around you. You feel him press a kiss to the top of your head as you cry for a few minutes. Damn hormones.
When you’re done you wipe your eyes and look up at him, “You know I love you, right?”
“I know. I also know that I’m not leaving you alone.”
You shake your head, “Aaron. I’m fine I promise. You need to go. People need your help.”
“You need me. And you come first. I can consult from here if they need me. Right now, you’re going to go change into the lounge pants that you love, and my old GW tee-shirt that always makes you smile when you wear it. I’m going to take the kids to school, and I’ll take care of the cleaning and things.” His hands go to cradle your belly and he leans down to talk to it, “And you, little miss, you need to let your mom get some sleep.” Miraculously the kicking stops. And you smile, before reaching up to drag him down for a kiss.
Little Miranda Ashlynn Reid was so excited for her sixth birthday, not because it was Disney Princess themed or because her mom had ordered her a special cake, but because her daddy had promised to finally be home this time. She’d been talking nonstop about it for weeks, enough to drive her mother up a wall. But Y/N could understand why her little girl was so ecstatic, considering Spencer had missed her third, fourth, and fifth birthday.
“Mommy, can I help?” Miranda asked Y/N, giving her mother her best puppy dog eyes. Y/N looked down at her daughter, pretending to contemplate her decision. “Mommy please.”
“Sure you can.” Miranda squealed in delight, grabbing the open bag of balloons and candy for the goodie bags from the table.
The two were close to finishing the rest of the goodie bags when Spencer’s ringtone spilt through the air. “I’ll get it!” Miranda squealed, recognizing the tone as her daddy’s.
“Bring me the phone.” Y/N called after her daughter as she tied the last balloon.
When Miranda brought the phone back to her mother, a smile was still stretched across her lips. Leading Y/N to believe he hadn’t told their daughter anything bad, so she thought that he was calling to tell then he had gotten his paper work done and was heading home. But nothing could prepare her for what her husband was going to say.
“Hey Spencer. How was your day?” Y/N asked him when she was able to get the phone from her daughter.
“Umm… it was okay.” He mumbled, “But that’s not why I called.”
With those simple words Y/N’s blood ran cold. “Then why did you call Spencer?” Y/N didn’t know why she asked, she already knew what he was going to say.
“We got called out this afternoon. I don’t know when we’ll be back.”
Y/N stayed silent for a moment, looking over at her daughter who was playing with her dolls in the living room.
“Spencer, you promised her you’d be there this time.” She told him, tears threatening to fall. “Can’t you come just for the day? Join them when it’s over?”
“You know I can’t do that. I’m sorry Y/N, but I’ve got to go.” He quickly hung up leaving Y/N with dial tone ringing in her ears and tears in her eyes.
“Are you okay mommy?”
Y/N wiped at her cheeks before nodding down at the little girl, ruffling her brown curls in the process. “I’m okay baby.”
Request; Wasn’t one. Have been playing with this idea for a while
Summary; Y/N has loved Spencer since he helped her out on her first case with the BAU. She never told him for fear of making things awkward at work. Now, Spencer’s met Maeve and she’s in danger and Y/N has to decide how much she is willing to sacrifice due to her love for Spencer.
The team had just found out Spencer was speaking to a girl named Maeve and we only found out because she had been taken
After countless hours of investigating, we’d found out where they were but only Reid went inside with the rest of us outside. Given the nature of this Un-Sub, I knew how to save Maeve, even if it was a big sacrifice from me.
I took off my gun and vest, handing them to JJ. “Y/N, what are you doing?”
“Going in.” I answered, walking towards the door. I heard the team protesting, but I had a plan. I was going to save Maeve’s life, no matter what.
I walked in the room with my hands up, her gun pointed straight at me. “I’m not here for you, I’m here to talk to him.” I said, gesturing to Spencer. “I’m unarmed with no vest and I’ll stay over here by him.”
Spencer was tied to a chair, facing Maeve. I stood next to him, keeping my hands in the air.
“So talk.”
“Spencer, you need to tell Maeve, I know you don’t want to, but you were going to have to eventually.”
“Tell me what, Spencer?” Maeve said, clearly confused. Good, she had to be for this to work. I hoped Spencer played along, and he did.
“I can’t tell her, Y/N, you know I can’t.”
“Spencer, you have to. I know you don’t want to, or don’t want the team to know, but you have to, before something happens.”
Both the women looked confused and Spencer pretended to try and say something but couldn’t, so I sighed. “Fine. I’ll tell them.”
“Will someone just spit it out?!” Diane, the Un-Sub, yelled. I knew I needed her to think Maeve and Spencer didn’t have this idealistic relationship she desired.
“Spencer doesn’t love Maeve, he loves me.” I told her. “We couldn’t tell the team, so we used Maeve as a cover up.
“Why would you have to do that?”
“Because relationships between agents aren’t allowed, so we had to keep it a secret.” I told her. “But another agent, Alex Blake, heard Spencer on the phone to me so we had to lie, then he found Maeve, a perfect cover.”
“What about you?” Diane asked. “Why didn’t you need a cover?”
“I was careful, no one heard me with Spencer, so I just said I was single. And since it’s all out in the open now...” I turned to look at Spencer. “Spencer Reid, I love you. I have loved you since that first case I had and I never stopped.”
“I...I love you too, Y/N. I knew you were the one ever since I first laid eyes on you.”
I leaned in and pressed my lips to his, making it a passionate kiss.
I heard Diane groan in frustration, pushing Maeve over and pulling me away from Spencer. She had me around the neck. “You, leave.” She directed at Maeve.
“Why would you admit that?” She asked me.
“Because Maeve was just like you, she thought someone loved her, she was lied to. Looking for something she didn’t have.” All I needed was Diane to falter for a second, and I had her, I could get the gun away from her. “Would you wanna hurt someone like that?”
Her arm with the gun withdrew for a second as she thought, and I used my elbow to knock it away from her, as she went to reach it, she let go of my neck, freeing me. I managed to get her on the floor, and arrest her before she could get to the gun.
The team came down, untied Spencer and took Diane away. I headed back outside and had to have my neck checked out by a paramedic. Once the paramedic was done, Spencer headed over to me.
“Hey, Y/N.” He smiled. “Thank you for saving her, you could be fired for that you know.”
“It would have been worth it.” I shrugged. “Hey Spence, I hope you know what I said in there was lie. I love you, but as a friend.”
“I know.” He smiled.
“Good, now go be with Maeve.” He nodded, and walked away and he was replaced by Alex.
“It wasn’t a lie, was it?” She asked. “What you said to Spencer in there.”
I sighed. “No, it wasn’t. It’s true, but he can’t know that.”
“Why haven’t you told him before?”
“In case he doesn’t feel the same. It could have made working together awkward, and I didn’t want that.” I explained.
“You know, if you hadn’t been able to make her second guess, she may have killed you.
“Yes, but I’d have saved an innocent life, told Spencer the truth, even if he didn’t know it, and made him happy.” I said, glancing over to see him smiling. “Look at him, he deserves this.”
“You deserve happiness too.” She said. “You should have told him.”
“The saying is ‘if you love someone, let them go. If it was meant to be, they’ll come back’, right?” I asked Alex, who nodded. “Well, we’ll see if it’s meant to be. Bye Blake.” I smiled, standing up and going to talk to Maeve and check she was okay, making sure she knew it was a ‘lie’.
For @julians-chest-hair...reader is a British agent as requested, enjoy!
“This is Special Agent Y/N,” Hotch introduced, “She was sent over from the NCA. She believes there is an international level to the case we’re working.”
“How so?” Derek queried, “We have no reason to believe he’s left the city.”
Y/N smirked. “The nature of the weapon being used.”
“The Colt M16,” Hotch continued.
“What about it?” Prentiss piped up.
“This particular caliber of Colt M16 hasn’t been used since the 1980s after being pulled from service. This weapon was commissioned for jungle deployments for the UK Special Forces British Army. This lead you to believe the unknown subject was a war enthusiast, however...”
Y/N turned to grab one of her folders from her bin. The team waited patiently, one in particular more invested than the rest. Reid reached out and grabbed the folder she was offering, immediately flipping through it with ease.
“He could be a war vet,” Reid surmised.
Derek knit his brows. “Do you really think so?”
Y/N nodded, grabbing another folder. “I also believe that it may have started back home. This file is a list of similar murders with the use of this particular Colt. I’ve already organized it and narrowed it down to the most likely subjects who moved to the United States.”
JJ briefly covered her mouth to keep from snickering. Reid had been giving the new woman rapt attention as she relayed her information. The blonde glanced over to see both Prentiss and Garcia with similar wide-eyed expressions. The three of them had some questions for the boy genius.
“So Y/N,” Prentiss drawled, a couple of them taking a break from the case.
She quirked a brow. “Yes?”
“You’ve been getting along pretty well with Reid.” She sipped her coffee.
The international agent gave a small smile. “He’s a delightful person. And of course, incredibly intelligent. The amount of knowledge he has is fascinating.”
“So you like him,” JJ offered with a grin.
“Of course she does,” Garcia piped up, “They bonded over their love for Doctor Who!”
Y/N playfully rolled her eyes. “So did we, Penelope. Are you going to claim that I like you as well?”
“Don’t be silly, of course you do.”
The group chuckled with delight. Y/N knew they had hit the nail on the head. She had quickly grown fond of the young doctor, though for more than just his love for Doctor Who. She had been seeing all sides of him while working the case with the BAU.
Garcia gasped, catching the agent’s attention. “You should ask him to go for coffee! Oooooh, it’d be so cute,” she exclaimed.
Y/N looked over to JJ for help. She shrugged.
“I’m with Penelope on this one,” she paused to sip her coffee, “He’s over the moon for you.”
Y/N rubbed the back of her neck. “You think so?”
“Think so?” Emily queried, “Any time you talk, he forgets what’s going on.”
“That’s adorable,” Penelope added, “You make that beautiful mind of his stutter.”
Y/N chuckled. “I’ll think about it.”
Sometime later...
Reid immediately perked up as he looked toward the entrance of the BAU. Immediately, Derek flashed his prettiest smile.
Without turning around, he called, “Hey Y/N!”
“Hello Morgan,” she cheerfully replied before reaching her boyfriend. She kissed him. “Hey Spence.”
“Hey,” he blushed. “What are you doing here?”
“Thought I’d surprise you.”
“Should’ve shown up as a companion,” Garcia teased, “Or is that for some priv-”
“Easy baby girl,” Derek smirked, “Don’t wanna scare her off.”
“Please, if she can keep up with his nerdy side, she’s here for the long haul,” Emily piped in with a wink.
“I see they haven’t let up,” Y/N whispered.
“Not in the slightest.”
Y/N smirked before kissing him on the cheek. Rossi and Hotch sauntered in, having heard the end of that conversation.
“Speaking of long haul, have you settled in?” Rossi queried.
She grinned and nodded. “Just before I came here, actually.”
His eyes widened. “Oh! So you hadn’t...”
“No,” she finished.
“Well, we’re in between cases,” Hotch spoke up, “If anything, we could use some relaxing.”
Reid quirked a brow. “What’s going on?”
Y/N bit her lip, a smile growing. “I was going to tell you tonight, but since somebody brought it up, I could tell you now.” She glanced around at everyone before settling her gaze on Reid. “I moved here...just left my new house actually.”
Reid’s eyes lit up as his mouth gaped. The rest of the team cheered with varying sounds of excitement. Hotch and Rossi smirked as Y/N hugged Reid, her head leaning against his shoulder.
“How about a house warming party?” Rossi suggested, “I can cook for everyone.”
Reid grinned. “Would you be alright with that?”
Y/N chuckled. “Only if you’re there with me.”
His face grew red with both nerves and love. “Wouldn’t miss it.”
She turned back to the others. “Sounds fantastic. Your families are welcome to join.”
As the team started leaving, excitement buzzing, Y/N turned to her boyfriend.
“And if you’d like,” she murmured with a special glint, “I can show you how I’ve set up my room. Once everyone’s gone that is.”
