#sparon

[benwllbond]

hotch: you need to learn to love yourself

reid: dont you hate yourself?

hotch: yeah okay but this isnt about me

[buckleyydiaz]

december 1 - christmas tree - hotchreid

and to start off these drabbles, we have a normal ship!! i hope this is cute fjghskd :)

length: 600~ words

warnings: none (let me know if i missed anything!)

Aaron looked on as Jack reached up to place the star on the top of the tree, from his perch on Spencer’s shoulders. The tree they stood in front of was messily and lopsidedly decorated, although that was par for the course when the primary person in charge of said decoration was six years old. It was nothing like the extravagant and perfectly decorated trees that Aaron had grown up with, something that he was grateful for. There was nothing homely, personal about a tree that no one could touch for fear of disrupting the placement of the ornaments. It was just cold, and cold was something that Aaron was done with, at least in his own home.

The tree that stood tall in front of them was imperfect, regardless of the manner in which it was decorated. He and Spencer had barely managed to get to the sale to buy one before it shut, and had been left with one of the less green, full trees, instead picking out a more rough looking tree, one that didn’t look anywhere near perfect, even in the soft light of the car park where the makeshift store had been set up.

It suited the little corner of the lounge where it lived, though, and it suited the family - none of them were perfect either, far from it, but they were still there, still doing what they had to, serving their purpose to the best of their abilities. The decorations matched them too, Aaron realised, the more he thought about it. None of the ornaments were particularly shiny anymore, or free of scratches, dings and dents, but they were still beautiful. That in particular reminded him of Spencer. He had been through so much, could easily have become… someone like Aaron, but no. He stayed kind and true to himself, and that was his own form of beauty. 

That was Spencer. The wonderful man, just metres away, who cared for Jack as though he was his own, who loved Aaron, no matter how much he messed up, or didn’t deserve it. Spencer, who he could barely believe wanted to be a part of his family, but was.

A soft smile washed over his face as he watched Spencer lift Jack off of his shoulders, placing him down on the ground, congratulating him on an awesome job getting the star, the finishing piece, on the tree. There were tears of joy sitting on his lashes, threatening to fall, but Aaron remained oblivious, lost in the perfection of the moment, and the disbelief that it was actually happening, that it wasn’t just a dream or a fairytale. He couldn’t believe that he really got to be so happy.

“Daddy! Look! I put the star on the tree!” 

Aaron’s perfect little bubble of thought was disrupted by Jack, although being there, in the moment, was arguably far better than just reflecting on it from afar.

“Good job buddy! Did Spencer help?”

Jack gave a toothy grin. “Just a little bit!”

Laughing slightly at his son, Aaron turned to Spencer, pulling him into a side hug.

Spencer rested his head on Aaron’s shoulder. “You okay?” He asked, having noticed the glossiness of his partner’s eyes.

“Yeah, I just love you both so much.”

The smile he received in return was so wide and gorgeous that Aaron wished he could be like that more often - sweet and openly emotional. 

“I love you too, Aar, and we both know that Jack does.”

Even at the mention of his name, the young boy was too absorbed in ‘correcting’ the baubles that Spencer and Aaron had placed to turn around or pay the adults’ conversation any attention. Jack had the conviction for his role of someone with the most important task in the world, but nonetheless, he was smiling, in a way that not long ago, Aaron wasn’t sure that he would get to see again.

He wished Haley could see their boy so happy.

[benwllbond]

can you do 7 with hotchreid? for the request thing? no worries if you can’t — ily!

prompt: there’s a lot of things i’d do for you

tw: schizophrenia

length: ~740 words

sorry this took so long!! i hope you enjoy it!!

It hadn’t taken Aaron long to notice the headaches. Spencer, of course, had done his best to hide them, not to let anyone on the team, especially Aaron, notice, but when one spends so much time with another, during and away from work, it becomes hard to successfully keep anything a secret, let alone something of such a great magnitude, that was causing so much worry.

Watching them happen, Aaron had decided, was its own special type of torture, because he had to stand idly by as the man he loved faced the possibility of his biggest fear being realised, not being allowed to say or do anything. Spencer, when he wanted to be, when he was afraid, could be scarily independent, and Aaron just had to wait for the time to pass until the façade Spencer had built up would come crashing down, because only then could he do anything to help.

As was inevitable, they did break, one evening, thankfully in the privacy of their own home, with Jack fast asleep in bed. Spencer had been even more “off” than he had been before through the whole day, acting short and snappy even with Jack, who had worked out very early on that it would be easier to give Spence space, but instead of coming to a halt with anger, it came with tears. Aaron had only briefly left he and his partner’s room in order to brush his teeth, but when he returned, Spencer was sitting up in their bed, his eyes red and slightly puffy.

Giving him a concerned look, Aaron settled down into the bed, giving Spencer plenty of space to choose if he wanted to come closer or to keep a distance between them - whatever would make him more comfortable. Turning around to face Aaron, Spencer sat cross-legged, hunching down and making himself look incredibly small.

“The headaches I’ve been getting… they could be schizophrenia. I know I’m supposed to be too old, but there are always exceptions to these limits, so I’m having the tests done, but what am I supposed to do if they are? What will happen to us?”

Hearing what Spencer said was unsurprising, but it still hurt Aaron to listen to it. Spencer seemed so scared, for what was a very rational reason, given his trauma from his mother, as Aaron could tell, without even using profiling skills. It was common sense. Nonetheless, he felt guilty, because surely he could have done something to help Spencer know that he could manage and live with schizophrenia if he did have it, that nothing in their little family would change. Aaron pushed that to the side though. It was not a time to focus on his own guilt, not when it was doing nothing to help Spencer, who needed it.

Having been met with silence, Spencer talked, once again.

“You should put me in a facility like my mother’s if I do have it. It’s the best way to keep you and Jack safe from me, and it's best for me, because I couldn’t handle hurting you. Either of you.”

“There’s a lot of things I’d do for you,” Aaron cautiously began, not wanting to make anything about the situation worse than it already was. “But putting you in a sanitarium just because of a diagnosis is not one. Spencer, I know that your mother shaped your perception of schizophrenia, but I know that you know that it can be managed. We can afford medication, you have a proper support system. It won’t be the same.”

The disbelieving look in Spencer’s eyes was horrible, but Aaron did his best to get rid of it with his best “no arguments” stare. It worked, even if Spencer still seemed to believe that it was dubiously true.”

“I love you, and Jack loves you, and neither of us will let anything happen. But hey, love? Until we know for sure, we can’t really do anything. I know that’s aggravating, I know how you hate not knowing, but we just have to wait and see what happens.”

The words were as much for himself as they were for Spencer, Aaron realised as he spoke. He could plan for every possible outcome that could occur, but all he really would be able to do was go with what happened. Whatever the outcome was, they would adjust. They would live with it, no matter what.

[benwllbond]

omg "are you flirting with me" as hotchreid

(sorry for the wait!! i thought i had posted it!! i hope you enjoy this!!)

“Uh, Hotch? If I could rearrange the alphabet, I’d put ‘U’ and ‘I’ together.”

The moment was running through repeat in Aaron’s head. Spencer had said that to him as he handed over his files before leaving.

It was strange, remarkably un-Spencer-like. He was never flirty, not like Morgan and Garcia, and even if he were, it was never towards him. The pick up line was remarkably forward for the young man as well - Spencer tended to be subtle in his affection, even platonically, and Aaron had always assumed he was far too shy and awkward to ever use something like that. The best explanation Aaron’s mind could come up with was that Spencer had been dared to do it, by someone else on the team. Probably Prentiss or Morgan. He couldn’t let himself entertain the other possibility.

There was nothing more for the next week, so Aaron decided to dismiss the incident as a one off. That was, until it happened again. They were disembarking the plane, and given the hour, instead of returning to the office, they were going straight home. Spencer was walking to his car alongside Aaron, both slightly back from the rest of the team.

“Are you from Tennessee? Because you are the only ten I see.”

Although still shocked by it, being the second time it had happened, Aaron recovered quicker, allowing him to notice, even in the darkness, that Spencer’s cheeks were a soft red and that his big doe eyes were looking down at the ground bashfully. He looked so nervous, it was adorable. Aaron tried to ignore the way his heart fluttered at the line.

Trying not to humiliate Spencer, in what he was sure was an awkward situation, he smiled slightly, and softly said a quick good night, before getting in his car. 

Once Spencer had driven away, and he was alone in the parking lot, he leant forward, his head resting on the steering wheel.

Aaron was a control freak. He would admit that easily. He liked to know what was happening, who was involved, and why. He knew none of that for this, he only knew that that the man he… had feelings for, was using pick up lines on him, out of nowhere, for no conceivable reason other than a dare, which even still seemed a stretch, given there was no one there to ensure he had followed through.

There was nothing he could do about it though, not without coming clean and facing his feelings, or risking humiliating Spencer, which he could never do.

On the third occasion, however, of these strange, awkward pick up lines, Aaron decided he could no longer leave it be.

“Reid, are you flirting with me?”

He wasn’t sure if he wanted a yes or a no - the majority of him wanted to hear a yes, because then Aaron wasn’t being presumptuous asking, Spencer wasn’t being forced into uncomfortable situations by his colleagues, and his feelings could be requited. But at the same time, he didn’t want Spencer to have feelings for him, didn’t want Spencer to end up caught in the mess that was his life, when he could do so much better - when he deserved so much.

“You finally noticed!” Spencer gave him a nervous smile, before continuing to talk. “I, I told Morgan that I really liked this person, and that I wanted them to know, but I didn’t know how to tell them, so he told me I should flirt with them and use pick up lines, and he gave me this list of them, but they were all really bad, so I tried to pick the best ones, and I wasn’t sure they were working, and it felt really weird, but he told me they would work, so I tried, and I’m really sorry, if you want me to stop, or leave, or anything, I can! I-”

Aaron swallowed back a laugh at the story - of course the pick up lines had been Morgan’s idea, even if Reid had been a willing participant in their use. Hearing that Spencer liked him, however, was doing things to his resolve not to ruin Spencer by becoming involved with him, especially when he sounded so insecure, so unsure.

“Reid, calm down,” Aaron said, trying to cut off the nervous rambling. While it was normally nice to see Spencer passionate about something to the point of rambling, when it was over his nerves, Aaron didn’t like it. He didn’t know what to say, so he leaned in and kissed him.

[smjones]

Invitation | A Spellbound RP Fic

Aaron's room was fairly quiet as he and Spencer sat on opposite ends of his bed, highlighting and writing long paragraphs for their homework. They were propped up with pillows, leaning against the wall and the bedframe for support, their legs slightly intertwined. The untucked sheets pooled around their limbs and a corner of the blanket was tucked across Spencer's abdomen.

The two had spent most of their time like this in the last few weeks. They would go to class, grab dinner in the cafeteria, and make their way to his room for homework and a bit of television afterwards as a reward. Most nights, Spencer made it back to her bed, but often times she found herself falling asleep in Aaron's arms and he never seemed to mind. Although it was a bit antisocial and there were rumours floating around the school that the two of them had basically vanished from the face of the earth, they were both content with their routine. Tyler always made sure that they at least interacted with one person outside their cone of romance.

They were alone in the room now and Aaron had put on some of her favourite music as they worked. Spencer's thoughts were deeply absorbed by her etymology paper until her boyfriend cleared his throat gently before speaking.

"Hey, Spence?"

She looked up from her papers, letting the grip on her pen loosen, wondering what was on his mind. "What's up, baby?" she asked. 

Spencer watched as Aaron thought for a moment about what he wanted to say--or how to say what he wanted to say--before offering her a smile. "It's almost Thanksgiving," he stated matter-of-factly, draping his arms across his law assignment. She watched him curiously until he spoke again. "My family always has this really big dinner that we invite all of our relatives to and there's turkey and ham and all these good things to eat.."

He trailed off his sentence when he realized he was rambling and inhaled deeply. Aaron chuckled to himself and she could see bewilderment etched on his face. "That sounds really great.." she commented hesitantly with a small smile. 

"Yeah, it is," he confirmed, nodding his head. He looked down at his papers for a brief moment before meeting her gaze again. "Do you think you might want to come down to Arizona with me for the holiday and meet my family and stuff? It's no big deal if you don't want to, it's just that I know you're not going home and I really want to take you with me and.."

Although he was going to continue speaking, his train of thought had been broken by the physical presence of his girlfriend, who had crawled over and was now perched on the bed next to him. Spencer did not say anything at first, ideas running wildly through her mind. She had a million and one concerns about meeting the Andersons, but she had been hoping this moment would come soon and she was all too happy to accept. 

Without warning, she leaned in and kissed him, lifting a hand to touch his cheek gently. When they pulled back, their foreheads met and Spencer felt a wide smile grace her lips. "Yes," she whispered, looking straight into his eyes. "I would love to. Thank you for asking." 

Suddenly, she felt Aaron's strong arms wrap around her waist and found herself sitting in his lap, their homework tossed aside. "Thank you for saying yes.." he whispered before leaning in for another kiss. "Although.. I probably would have taken you with me even if you had said no! I'm glad I didn't have to use force, though." Spencer gently smacked him on the arm before pulling him in for another kiss. Although her own family no longer accepted her, she was ready to do whatever she could to impress his. He was her family now and she could not wait to be a part of his. 

[smjones]

You waited for me in the rain, in the parking lot Cold hands, lips blue, clothes stuck to you You could have phoned me for a ride, it's a mess out there You said 'the rain's the rain, some air'd be good for you'

[smjones]

Seasons are changing And waves are crashing And stars are falling all for us Days grow longer and nights grow shorter I can show you I'll be the one

[smjones]

@studwolf-anderson

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