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actually romantic | spencer reid

spencer reid x unsub!fem!reader warnings: should i be writing for writing bingo? yes. am i? no. sorry lila! lowk reader is like cat adams except spencer actually likes her bc why not, flirty reader, season 12 spencer, reader did not send spencer to prison just an fyi, explicit wording edit: so turns out i am writing this for bingo lol masterlist | word count: 1.14k words | taglist prompt: "make me"

You were a killer. A notorious serial killer that ran up the East Coast and eventually attracted the attention of the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit.

When you first met Spencer, a meeting by chance, you finally felt something. Something clicked when meeting him, his charm made your knees go weak—turned you into a girl with a crush. Someone you hadn't been in years. Until now.

It was a game of cat and mouse, between you and him. A game of want—of need. A game that drove the two of you up the wall and around the corner until you were eventually caught, which led to your incarceration—which led to now.

Copycat kills. Exact depictions of murders that you had committed, only in different locations. It started on the West Coast before moving throughout the Northeast and along the Canadian border before the most recent kill in Maine.

You had been escorted by numerous prison guards and FBI agents as they led the path to your cinderblock cell with a one-sided mirror. You knew what this had meant. This high of security only meant one thing.

You had smelled him before he spoke, even if your eyes were trained on your hands that were gently embraced in the silver bracelets you had been forced to wear. He smelled of hazelnut coffee and paper. You could almost taste his aftershave, its scent still ingrained in your memory from your nose once being pressed into his neck—that situation was more pleasurable than the current one.

"How was prison?" His voice sounded almost the same, he was older now. His voice had deepened only the slightest, but you could still hear him. Spencer.

Your eyes met his doe-like ones. You studied his face, every freckle was where it always had been. Where they had been before he met you, and where they stayed, even after. "Fun." You replied.

His eyebrow quirked and your thighs clenched at the movement. "Fun?" He questioned. "How did you stay sane?"

"Chess and laundry."

"With a brain like yours, you need constant stimulation. Those combined is what, three, four hours tops? What about the other twenty?"

With a brain like yours. He still knows your brain? After so long? Your heart jumped at the thought.

"I read." You said, studying him—his posture, the way his hands stayed in his pockets, the way his hair curled and how long it had gotten.

"Bullshit." He said almost immediately.

You scoffed at his bluntness. "You don't think I read?"

"I don't believe that's all you do." He said.

A dark haze settled over your eyes at his words, sure, it's not all you do.

"Yeah, me and the guards get into a frisky game of strip poker." You said, before clenching your jaw and looking away from him. "No, I... escape from the mental prison that you and your colleagues have put me in." You emphasized 'colleagues' by speaking it louder and looking into the mirror where you knew his friends remained.

He raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms over his chest. His movement made your eyes zero in on his arms, your mouth running a little dry and your thighs clenching a little harder.

"Why am I here, Spencer?" You asked, leaning forward into the metal table. His eyes tracked your movement, he watched as your lips pouted and how his name flowed deliciously off of your tongue.

"It's Doctor." He corrected.

Your head tilted to the side. "Dr. Spencer? Seems a little kinky for our relationship—warden and prisoner, and all."

He closed his eyes and sighed. "Dr. Reid." He corrected.

You smiled at his final correction. He didn't deny the relationship that you had made in your head. "Okay, Dr. Reid." You drawled. Shivers raced down his spine and he fought the urge to shudder. He knew if he did, your ego would boost tremendously.

"With all the security around here, you'd think I was Dahmer or Manson." You said.

"It's the FBI Headquarters."

"Yeah, it is." You said. You looked for his signs, signs that he was hiding something—deceiving you in any way. "Someone's copying me." A triumphant grin crossed your face when his posture stiffened and his jaw clenched. "You know, it's actually sweet—how much time you've spent on me."

"What do you know about them?"

"Nothing."

"Bullshit." His reply was fast. Almost like he was anticipating you to not know. Soft knocks came from the one-sided mirror and you smirked to yourself and looked down at your cuffed hands.

Spencer stayed for a moment, his eyes locked on you, tracing the way your hair framed your face and the way your hands were interlocked—probably for comfortability due to the cuffs.

You watched as he left the room, the hard close of the door echoed within the small space. You couldn't hear or see anything. You looked at the mirror and cocked your head to one side. You could feel their eyes on you. Probably Spencer—most likely Spencer, the blonde from your arrest with the hard look on her face, hopefully the tall brunette who spoke like she narrates Dateline.

It seemed like they were making you sweat, though for reasons unbeknownst to you. It was a few minutes later that Spencer entered again, flinging open the door with brutal force.

Confusion graced your features as he rushed to you, his hands slamming down on the metal table. "You're calm."

Your shoulders stiffened at the loud sound. "I have nothing to worry about."

"You knew about the kills."

"I figured it out." You said. He still loomed over you. You could make out the constellation of freckles that ran over his cheeks and his forehead. "I may not be the most horrifying or calculating, but I do have a brain, Spencer."

"No, this is different. You know something we don't."

"I know a lot more than you think, Spencer."

"Oh yeah? Like what?" You could tell he was confident you knew nothing, no true secrets.

"No." You grinned. "I have the power here, Doctor."

"Tell. Me."

"Make. Me."

He rapidly stood up and grabbed her arm, yanking her up from the chair that was bolted into the ground.

He pressed her against the cinderblock wall, his arm resting against her throat as his eyes darkened.

"Spence!" The blonde agent said as she opened the door that had shut earlier. Her blue eyes were wild as she took in the two.

You smirked at him, his arm rested tense against you. "Yeah, Spence."

He stood there for a moment, his eyes and mind focused solely on you. "Go the hell." He spat out.

"You need me."

"We'll figure it out." He said as he turned around and adjusted his brown tweed suit.

You watched as he left. Your jaw clenching together and the ache between your thighs was not satiated.

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bride of winter - aemond targaryen

ofc i had to take this request of an aemond targaryen x stark!reader bc i'll do anything if it involves a stark lol but bear w me bc i've never written for aemond before so we'll see

summary: in order to create an alliance between the north and south, you are subjected to an arranged marriage with the first son of viserys targaryen - well, until alicent throws a fit and it gets altered to the unfortunate second son, who you cannot stand

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the raven came in the midst of cregan's fight against your uncle for rule of winterfell. the times were troubled and you hadn't been able to make a visit to king's landing in quite some time, but this wasn't the response you had expected. you'd expected a call to king's landing or perhaps the date of the wedding to be brought up.

it certainly seemed as though the state of targaryen affairs had been a mess as of late.

but this?

you held the thin parchment in your hands, brows knitted tightly as you scanned the words for the fifteenth time in the ten minutes you'd had it in your possession.

at your side, your lady in waiting, cecily, was watching with wide eyes. "this cannot be the truth of it," she breathed out, furrowing her brows. "the arrangement has been in place since you were children."

"and yet it can be altered with the single swish of a quill," you muttered, glaring now at the signature beneath the letter. "all because it was held in the queen's hand."

you let out a dramatic sigh, crumpling the paper and tossing it to the floor as you leaned back in your chair.

"lord stark cannot do anything to mend the situation?" she asked, taking a seat next to you and watching carefully.

you ran a hand through your hair, head falling onto the back of the chair as your eyes rose to the ceiling. "i doubt it. the word of the warden of the north is nothing against the word of the queen. at least, this insistent of one." you sighed again, thoughts drifting to the betrothed just stolen from you. "at least aegon was funny."

in your childhood you had visited king's landing several times, especially after your father, rickon stark, and king viserys agreed that you and his eldest son aegon were to be wed. while in the capital, you spent a lot of time with the boy, and the two of you bonded well. while you wouldn't say you were utterly obsessed with him in the way you'd heard rumor most girls in king's landing were, you enjoyed his company and would consider him a friend. at the least, the idea of marrying him didn't repulse you.

which you couldn't say about the thought of marrying his younger brother.

aemond wasn't half as enjoyable to be around as aegon was. always brooding, reading quietly off in the corner and shooting you glares as you and aegon ran about the keep. as time progressed, he grew boastful and he became a better swordsman. you didn't think he was all that good, and he didn't appreciate your vocalization of it. he was a man of few words, but the ones he did have for you were always cruel and antagonizing, catered to the every insecurity a young girl would have in answer for your teases.

"i pity you, aegon. i couldn't imagine marrying a girl who not only looks like a dog, but smells like one too."

"careful, little wolf, your bark is louder than your brain."

"i wouldn't think she were a stark at all if she didn't act part direwolf."

"if she's the best the north can offer, the wall should fall already."

each time, aegon would defend you, and if aemond persisted he'd just push him over and that seemed to handle him best enough. most of the time, you could brush the insults off, but sometimes they hurt. especially the older you got. especially once your father died.

all in all, you did not like aemond targaryen in the slightest.

and yet, you now were to marry him, and aegon was to marry helaena, their sweet sister.

"will you petition against it?" cecily asked then, relaxing a bit in her seat as she turned to you.

you shook your head. "you read it. aegon and helaena will be married at the end of summer. and as much as i'm utterly baffled she's marrying them so young, i do not put it past her, and that's only a week away."

"but, if you want to marry him instead-"

"the word of the teenage daughter of a dead lord will not change the queen's mind," you said shortly, a frown on your lips as your hand rose to cover your eyes. you let out a thin sigh. "i will do what i must. hopefully with time he will become more bearable. and there's a lot of time until we're married."

not enough, it seemed.

once cregan had taken control of the keep, only aged thirteen himself, and you'd managed to steady the north in the years following, you were summoned back to king's landing.

you were much more grown then, taller, with a more womanly look about you, fuller in places you hadn't been when you were just a girl. you carried a certain grace and confidence about you as well, one that cecily insisted was one exclusive to starks.

it was the first thing the targaryen siblings noticed about you when they greeted you at the gates.

"princess helaena!" you said, taking to her first with a smile. you'd been good friends as children and you'd thought much of her welfare since getting word of her marriage to her brother. "how are you?"

she was soft as she'd always been, accepting a short hug as awkward as it was on her end. "i'm well, thank you, lady stark."

you held her hands as you pulled away, smiling brightly. "that is good to hear. i'm very glad to see you."

"i'm glad to see you too," she said, smile genuine as she met your eyes. "it'll be good to have another girl around."

"yes, i imagine we'll have a swell time," you hummed, nodding encouragingly.

your attention was then caught by the dramatic clearing of a throat and you turned to find a much older, much prettier aegon than you remembered. with his hair cropped short and wavy as it always was and his clothes tailored to fit him in a quite flattering manner, you understood why he had so many committed fans in king's landing.

your smile softened as you met his eyes, his smile lopsided and teasing as he stepped to cut in between you and his sister. he stole your hands from her grasp and turned you to face him entirely before raising both to his lips. he pressed a kiss to each hand and you couldn't help but smile wider.

"i've missed you, my friend," he said almost teasingly, grin widening as you let out a breathy laugh.

"oh, i'm sure you have, my prince," you hummed, tilting your head and matching his smile with a close-lipped one of your own. "i like the hair. it suits you."

he chuckled, squeezing your hands before releasing them and running one through his hair. "thank you. i think it does as well." he took in your appearance; the dark gown with beautiful billowing sleeves and a touch of fur at the shoulders, a shining silver necklace at your collarbone with a direwolf charm that just begged to be replaced at once. his eyes traveled the length of you twice over before he met your gaze again, your brows raised in amusement and expectance. "you look beautiful as ever. though, i look forward to seeing you in a bit less coverage - it is warm here in king's landing, you know."

"oh, i know, aegon," you laughed, rolling your eyes. "we'll see about that, though. i have a particular style to me as a stark, i must keep up with it."

"except you won't be a stark for much longer, will you?"

you looked past aegon to finally meet the singular eye of his younger brother, taller, leaner, with long, pin-straight hair that stood a bright white against the black leather of his tunic. the dragon sigil was stitched into the front of it in red and you frowned at the sight of it. and, well, at the sight of him.

you sidestepped aegon, the prince sighing and rolling his eyes as you did, and moved instead in front of his brother at a distance. aemond closed that distance quickly, reaching for your hand which you reluctantly offered.

"prince aemond," you said with a thin smile as he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. "it's been a long time."

"too long," he told you as he dropped your hand, mustering a matching smile and holding your eyes intently.

"i'd wager our little wolf here doesn't think it long enough, dear brother," aegon laughed, stepping past you to pat him on the shoulder. "come!" he waved a hand, glancing back at you with a grin. "we must get her inside before the sun burns her alive."

you rolled your eyes but followed him anyways, brushing past your betrothed without another thought to go to his brother's side instead. "i'm not a witch, aegon."

"no, you're a bitch," he agreed with a nod. he grinned as he met your eyes before linking an arm through yours and guiding you inside, aemond and helaena following behind you. "purely in the literal meaning, of course. a female dog, a she-wolf, if you will."

"thank you, aeg," you said, breathing out an incredulous laugh. "for that explanation."

he patted you on the hand. "anything for you, my dear. now come. the castle has missed our shared mischief, i'm sure."

behind you, aemond rolled his eyes and helaena offered him a sympathetic smile that he elected to ignore.

after a few days of settling in, you realized how much you'd forgotten about king's landing. you'd become used to the freezing temperatures of the north, the lack of flowers and color in the forests, and the downplayed decoration of your keep. especially during the struggle between your brother and uncle, beauty in temporal things wasn't often found, but here it was plentiful; elegant furnitures, tiles, carpeting, statues, paintings, fountains, and even the candlestick holders were made with a shining silver and had beautiful swirling designs covering their surfaces.

and the gardens, well, they were your favorite place to be.

"you haven't spoken to aemond," helaena pointed out, holding your arm as you walked slowly through the aisles, great rosebushes lining your way as jaehaerys and jaehaera bobbled ahead in front of you both, two years old and full of life. her eyes never actually met yours, instead watching her children or examining the flowers, but her attention was undoubtedly and entirely on you.

you sighed, glancing from her to where jaehaera was pulling at the petals of a lily. "yes, i have."

"you haven't," helaena retorted surely. "not since your arrival."

"i saw him in the hall this morning," you told her with a nod. "we were... cordial."

"not friendly?" she hummed.

you looked past the rose bushes to where the large fountain stood at the middle of the garden, large and beautiful and flowing with water. you wished you'd reached it already and it could be a distraction for you, but unfortunately the rows stretched on for a while. "we're not friends, helaena. not like you and i are."

"or you and aegon," she said, nodding as though she'd discovered some sort of truth in her statement. you frowned and she simply continued. "you've spent a lot of time with aegon."

"we are friends," you answered simply. "we enjoy one another."

her lips pursed. "do you wish he was the one you were marrying?" your eyes widened and you tensed, lips parting to answer but she cut you off, gaze afar off. "there's no need to lie. aegon and i do not love each other in that way."

and as much as you frowned on the incestuous marriage, that statement made you sad. for their sakes, you wished they'd grown to love each other that way, since it was all the chance they would get to do so.

you let out a thin breath, smiling even thinner. "if i were to choose," you started, sighing again. "yes, i would prefer aegon. we're friends. we get on better than i think aemond and i ever will."

"have you tried?" she asked, finally glancing to you. she searched your face for a second as you faltered. "you can't make an assumption of that sort before you try."

you swallowed, biting the inside of your cheek as you avoided her gaze and nodded slowly. "yes. yes, i suppose that is true."

"he's training now," she hummed, looking back to where the twins turned the corner for a final stretch to the fountain. "i think he'd enjoy if you paid him a visit."

you snorted. "i'm sure he would."

it was what you least enjoyed about him and what you were sure had grown the most as he aged; that arrogance that came from a sword.

she didn't answer you in words, simply looking to you with a flat expression that made a wash of guilt pass over you near instantly.

helaena was right. you needed to give him a chance.

you nodded, attempting a smile. "i'll go. perhaps we can take a bit of a walk afterwards."

"aemond enjoys walking," she said, nodding and staring ahead.

you couldn't help but smile as you watched her, nodding as well. "yes, i imagine he does." you didn't care to add that most people did, saving your quippy comments for her brothers instead.

when you both returned to the keep, you took a sharp left and steered instead towards the training yard, waving helaena and the twins away with a smile and a promise to see them at supper. it was then that cecily joined your side, catching your arm and offering you a smile.

"this is a very large castle," she told you, looking around. "the other servants have shown me around the place and i can hardly remember anything."

"you seem to be doing well enough," you answered. "you've found me."

"by chance," she laughed lightly, squeezing your arm. "where are we headed?"

you smiled small, nodding ahead to where the sound of steel on steel was beginning to emerge. "the yard. helaena thinks i need to acquaint myself better with aemond."

"i think she's right," your friend answered with a nod. "if you're going to marry him, why spend all the time you are with his brother instead."

that made you roll your eyes. "because aegon actually makes me laugh."

she rolled her eyes right back. "have you given prince aemond the opportunity to make you laugh?" you frowned and she nodded. "exactly. maybe he'll be even funnier."

you scoffed, muttering as you walked into the sideyard. "not likely."

you pulled cecily to stand with you, watching at the edge of the arena as both princes trained while ser criston cole instructed them. he looked exactly as you remembered him, not different in the slightest, and you almost wanted to smile at the familiar face until you remembered how frustrating he'd been in catching yours and aegon's tricks.

aegon didn't seem half as interested in the fight when his eyes caught yours, but when aemond's sword came crashing down against his he turned back. he grunted, brows furrowing as aemond continued to drive him backwards.

next to you, cecily laughed. "funniness doesn't win fights, apparently."

you pursed your lips. "no, but it will win women."

"well, i'm rooting for your betrothed," she hummed, smiling encouragingly as she glanced at you.

"good," you said. "someone has to."

she frowned, but you ignored it, watching the fight instead.

aegon was doing his best, you were sure, but aemond was simply... well, better. his moves were quick, strong, and sure, and in another minute aegon was disarmed, the tip of aemond's sword to his chest. the older breathed out a laugh, shaking his head.

"well done, brother," aegon said, stepping back to retrieve his sword once more.

aemond smiled amusingly, slowly turning to cross to the other side of the arena once more as he sheathed his sword. "yes, perhaps if you spend more time training instead of drinking, you'll actually-" he stalled as he spotted you, shoulders tensing. his smile disappeared and he finished his walk, coming to you instead at a much calmer pace. "my lady."

"you did well," you told him with a thin smile and a nod. "your skills have increased since last i saw. that or aegon's gotten considerably worse."

"likely both," he hummed in answer. he glanced to cecily at your side, brows knitting just slightly before he looked back to you. "what are you doing here?"

a teasing smile pulled at your lips, much more true than the polite one before it. "what, am i not welcome to watch?"

"no, you are," he said with a nod. "i just assumed you had no interest."

"well, i do have interest in watching my betrothed do what he is supposedly best at," you hummed, smiling wider as he smiled and looked away for a moment.

when his eye returned to yours, his voice dropped just slightly. "i assure you, my lady, this is not what i'm best at."

cecily's grip tightened on your arm as she did her best not to grin openly at you and you tensed, heart thudding frustratingly against your ribcage.

"yes, i've heard you're an awfully committed reader," you said with a short nod and a thinning grin.

he pursed his lips. "i am. do you read?"

"often," you answered simply.

"perhaps you'll join me in the library, then?" he asked, raising one brow.

you thought on it for a moment, the idea a poor taste in your mouth. reading was your only escape from the realities of your life, and you much preferred to keep it a solitary experience. especially when it came to the one-eyed prince.

"perhaps," you agreed lamely.

"i think that is a 'no'," aegon teased, stepping up behind aemond with his usual grin. he shot you a wink as you tried to suppress an amused smile, glad that your friend joined the conversation. "reading is not a very exciting activity for two betrotheds."

"at least it's a quiet one," you answered in tease, glancing to see aemond stifle the slightest bit.

he let out a short breath. "do all northerners have such barbing tongues as you, my lady?"

"it's commonplace, yes," you answered with a slight smile.

"i'd hope the eldest daughter of rickon stark wouldn't be so common, then," he told you.

several seconds passed in complete silence as you paused, finally breathing out a lame laugh as you looked instead to cecily and aegon. "well, that wasn't very nice."

"i'm simply being honest, my lady," he said with a faux smile, and it unsettled you to the max. and then he looked to aegon. "just as i'm being honest when i say aegon's moves were sloppy today. it was hardly a fight."

"i think i distracted him," you said with a smile, trying to bring a bit of humor back into the situation.

aegon laughed and moved to speak, but aemond spoke first.

"you are quite distracting," he told you, and it didn't seem like the compliment or tease it would have been had aegon said it.

you raised a brow, trying at a chuckle. "is that a good thing?"

he smiled thinly. "not if anyone is hoping to get quality practice in the yard."

that had you stalling. he's training now, helaena had said. he'd enjoy if you paid him a visit, she said. and you'd thought so too. especially if you complimented him as you had, and yet here he was, turning you down.

you matched his smile, though it wasn't close to reaching your eyes. cecily and aegon both tensed, brows knitted as they watched the two of you. "i'll be sure not to interrupt again, then."

"oh, it doesn't bother me," he hummed, trying at a fuller smile and nodding to aegon. "it only threw off my brother here. you're welcome to come anytime if he's going to get this flustered every time."

and that only seemed to make you all the more frustrated.

"no, it's fine," you said quickly. "i didn't mean to bother you. and quite frankly, i'd be glad if aegon had a better shot at beating you, so i'll stay far, far away. no worries there."

aemond caught the indirect compliment at his skill, and aegon the indirect insult, though he played it off with a laugh.

"i appreciate that, love," he said. "always looking out for me."

"i do my best," you answered with a small smile.

"hopefully you'll do your best for me as well," aemond said, humming quietly. "especially after we're married." he held your eyes for several long moments as you stilled and then looked past you. "i will see you at supper."

he sauntered on by, his stride slow and careful and long, and he didn't look back. you, instead, looked to aegon, grinning sideways as he met your eyes.

"he's a charmer, isn't he?" he said with raised brows.

"takes my breath away," you answered dryly. cecily gave you a disappointed look and you frowned. "he doesn't like me either, alright?"

"he invited you to the library," she told you.

"yes, out of politeness," you said. "same reason i'm here. we're to be married, but i doubt either of us like it."

aegon clicked his tongue, shaking his head. "it's a shame, really. we would've been one unstoppable duo."

you laughed. "yes, well, now i'll have to suffer along with aemond."

"good luck," he said.

"thank you, i'll need it."

you were probably meant to sit beside aemond at dinner, but you elected to sit beside helaena instead, across from aegon and diagonal to your betrothed. he watched you carefully, lips pulled down as you smiled and laughed with helaena and aegon throughout the dinner.

"that's exactly how it went," you said with a grin, sitting back in your chair as aegon detailed the story of the time aemond fell halfway down the staircase while the three of you were attempting to sneak from your rooms to go to the dragonpit.

aemond didn't have a dragon as a boy, but aegon did, and all three of you were obsessed with him.

"i did not fall," aemond said dryly.

"you did and it was hilarious," you told him, giggling again as you crossed your arms over your belly. "you nearly broke your nose you hit the ground so hard."

"this didn't happen," he said again.

"oh, brother, it did," aegon answered with a grin.

"well, if i remember correctly, that same night you got scared so badly by sunfyre that you nearly had an accident in the dragonpit," aemond said, raising his brows to you as an amused smirk pulled at his lips.

your eyes widened and you shook your head. "i did not!"

aegon was giggling beyond belief, nodding and tapping the table insistently. "oh, i remember that now. screamed so loud we thought you'd wake all of king's landing and give us away."

"didn't it give us away?" aemond asked, glancing sideways at him. "not so long after, ser criston came to fetch us."

aegon laughed harder. "oh, yes! she ruined everything!"

you threw your cloth napkin at him, frowning in an attempt to conceal your growing smile. "shut up, aeg!"

aemond glanced between you both, mustering a short laugh. he leaned forward, forearms on the table. "ah, but you did ruin everything."

your frown turned true then as you looked at him, brows knitting. "i did not!"

"you did," he chuckled, nodding his head. "every single time."

"actually, aemond, you were the one who ruined nearly everything," aegon said, leaning forward with a dramatically ironic smile and wide eyes as he sucked his teeth. "sorry to say."

you laughed, leaning back in your chair again. "see? it wasn't me!"

alicent wasn't impressed, lips pursed as she eyed you and aegon, the both of you getting increasingly more giggly as time passed. and, thanks to aegon's insistence, more drunk.

"more wine for the lady who never ruined anything," he said with a wink, grabbing the pitcher and pouring it into your goblet for you. helaena watched him with knitted brows and aemond quickly pulled it from his grasp.

"no more wine," he answered with a shake of his head, noting that the amount of cups you'd both had were nearing the double digits at this point in the night.

aegon frowned. "and why not?"

"your brother is right. it's getting late, you should all be off to your chambers soon," alicent said, sitting up with a nod.

"no, no," aegon said, shaking his head and standing quickly. "the night has only begun. come, my lady." he rounded the table, holding a hand to you. "let us dance."

"aegon-" alicent started, but she was cut off with a shake of his head and another bout of drunk giggles.

you weren't nearly as drunk as he, but a bit tipsy and excitable, and you placed your hand in his, standing as well.

"come on, come on!" he cheered, laughing as he pulled you back with him and the two of you began twirling around. you grinned, amused by your friend's antics, even as helaena lowered her gaze and alicent dropped her head in her hand, a short sigh slipping from her lips.

even as aemond's eye narrowed at the two of you, his entire body tensing as aegon's hand gripped your hip to pull you around with him, then spinning you before pulling you nearly chest to chest with him. over his shoulder, you caught aemond's gaze and winked, which only had him tensing and frowning deeper.

helaena frowned, obviously uncomfortable with the way aemond was openly glaring at the two of you and alicent sighed heavily.

"aemond-"

"i think it's late enough, now, don't you?" he asked, brows raised as he looked to his mother. when she didn't answer, instead looking past him at where neither you nor aegon had reacted to his stance, instead continuing to dance and giggle, he tilted his head. "don't you?"

"they're just having a bit of fun," she sighed, waving him off and even softening a touch as she watched aegon spin you again, the boy then spinning under your arm and earning another laugh from you.

aemond watched you and let out a heavy sigh through his nose, calming just slightly and standing to step towards you.

"aemond-" but she stopped when he simply held a hand out, brows raised.

"can i cut in?" he asked, almost hopefully.

and as you pulled away from aegon, not as reluctant as you normally would be thanks to the wine, you were quickly pulled away and thrust into another fit of giggles. aegon then took his brother's hand and attempted to twirl him, brows raised encouragingly. "of course, brother! go on, spin for us!"

you covered your mouth with your hand as you laughed, watching aemond and aegon closely. aemond wasn't amused in the slightest, pushing his brother away from him.

helaena took that moment to whisper to her mother, "i'm going to bed," and stood, and aemond had the greatest appreciation for her.

"yes," he said harshly, glaring at his brother. "i think it's time for bed."

aegon faltered, his laugh lowering as he glanced between you and aemond. you shrugged, still smiling, and so he shrugged as well. "if you insist, baby brother." he looked to you again, holding out his hand. "come, i'll walk you."

"no need," aemond said, voice low as he turned his eye to you and stepped between you and his brother. "i can walk my betrothed to her chambers."

the mention of that word shifted the air, a certain tension rising as you met his gaze and aegon faltered, stepping back. a furrow rose between his brows as he watched aemond, almost confused at his suddenly possessive behavior, but he nodded nonetheless.

"of course," aegon said. "how very cordial of you. acting as though the two of you didn't hate each other as children."

even you sighed at that. there wasn't a need to say it out loud, no matter how true it was. "aegon-"

"it's true!" he defended, brows raised. he glanced around the room as helaena snuck from it, breaths a bit quicker as she fled the scene. alicent sighed as she looked between the three of you and aegon nodded. "you despised each other."

"we didn't despise each other," aemond said shortly. "we just-"

"you did," aegon said with insistent nods. "you with your insults and glares," and he looked to you, "and you with your little quippy remarks. it was entertaining, really, and it's very entertaining watching you attempt to be polite and betrothed-ly now."

you sighed, head dropping into your hand. "aeg, that's not a word."

"you know what i mean," he said, waving you off. "you did not like each other in the slightest." he glanced from aemond to you, brows raising. "tell me i'm wrong."

you faltered, glancing between both brothers and then the queen. sure, you didn't have the fondest memories of aemond, but there were very few people that you truly hated.

except that wasn't the question.

and unfortunately, no, you didn't like aemond as a child. and honestly, you weren't the biggest fan of him now. recalling embarrassing memories and glaring at you and aegon and trying to demean you both at the training yard - none of it sat well with you.

"i think it's best we all go to bed," alicent cut in, her eyes only on you still as you let out a breath of relief.

both her boys turned to her with frowns. "mother-"

"bed!" she demanded, and they flinched, taking a step back from her.

aemond moved first, offering you his arm. and, with aegon's judgmental eyes on you, you took it, following him out of the dining hall as he practically dragged you along quickly.

it was dead silent until you reached your hallway, your chambers the only ones within the corridor that was occupied at the moment. your breaths were shallow as he stopped at your door, his grip on your arm switching to hold your wrist tightly as soon as your hand hit the doorknob.

you turned to him sharply, eyes widening slightly as his grip tightened. you tried to pull out of his grasp, but he refused, and you swallowed harshly. "thank you for walking me," you said politely, smile thin as you gave him a nod.

"i'll always be the one to walk you," he answered shortly. "not aegon. yes?"

"yes?" you echoed with raised brows.

"not a question this time," he said sternly. "aegon isn't to hold your arm or your hand or dance with you at dinner or walk you to your rooms. that isn't his job. it's mine."

you laughed. harshly. and he didn't appreciate it. "you know, it would almost be gentlemanly, wanting to do all those things for me, if you weren't being such a freak about it. why can't aegon be kind to me?"

"he isn't being kind," he answered with narrowed brows. "he's flirting. trust me, i've seen it before."

"does it really matter if he is or isn't?" you asked, raising your brows and tilting your head. "we're betrothed, aemond. not married."

he took a step towards you, crowding you against the door. your breath hitched as his face inched towards yours, his stare intense as his eye met yours. "we will be married, as is the agreement, and you will be mine, and you will not have anything to do with aegon or any other man," he promised intensely.

you let out a breath through your nose, your voice dropping as you reached back to wrap your fingers around the door handle. "i thought you hated me, and now you want to keep me for your own."

you didn't miss the way he glanced from your eyes to your lips and back up again, and you despised the way your heart jumped at it.

his voice was low as he answered, "the two aren't mutually exclusive, love."

your breath caught and you bit the inside of your cheek. you twisted the handle slowly, careful to not let it squeak. "don't call me that," you said shortly, and then you pushed the door open with a quick step back and swiftly move in before slamming it behind you before he could stop you, sliding the lock into place and letting out a harsh breath.

several four letter words ran through your mind as your back hit the door for the second time, and you ran a hand through your hair.

this was going to be an adventure.

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hey queen 💐 anon i made this for you

ok i'm trying to get in the groove of aemond. i'm not as witty as him, so it's gonna take so much brain power to come up with lines, but i feel like it was fine for a first try at his character

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candy & chill | aaron hotchner

aaron hotchner x gf!reader warnings: “bad” taste in halloween candy, reader clearly likes the best halloween candy, boyfriend!aaron hotchner, fluff centric, not giving out halloween candy on halloween, this is in fact for writing bingo (ily lila) masterlist | word count: 525 words prompt: reader has a bad taste in halloween candy x use of the word: gore

“Sweetheart,” Aaron laughed. “you have to leave the candy out for the kids.” You put the orange candy bowl on the coffee table before sitting on the plush beige couch.

“There haven’t been any trick-or-treaters in hours, Aaron!” You defended, opening a pack of Dots. “If you’re gonna make me watch some horror movie, I’m gonna need my candy.”

“It’s not scary! It’s a blockbuster, I can’t believe you’ve never seen it.” Aaron said exasperatedly.

You shook your head and ate the green Dots. "It's scary." That caused Aaron's head to lull backward as he belly-laughed.

"Final Destination is not scary."

You looked at him, the candy sticking to your gums. You rolled your eyes, bringing the throw blanket around your legs as you sat, mermaid style, on the couch.

"I bet Penelope doesn't like it." You said.

"Penelope doesn't like any of it, aside from Scary Movie. It's times like this I think to get her drug tested." He added the last bit as more of an afterthought than the major point, but you still smiled.

"Drug tested? Babe, it's Penny, she doesn't do that."

"Don't tell me I need to get you drug tested, too." He said. You laughed and threw candy corn at him from the green bowl on the table. "No, seriously, who even likes that type of candy?"

You stopped mid-grab-for-candy and stared at him. "I have a great taste in candy." He chuckled, which caused you to throw more candy corn at him. "I'm offended."

"Dots and Nerds and candy corn are not the ideal choice in Halloween candy, maybe that's why we get no trick-or-treaters," Aaron said.

You just blinked at him and his assault on your choice of candy.

"I can't be with someone who hates my candy."

"I don't hate it, I'm just judging it."

You laughed. "Even worse!"

"There's nothing wrong with your candy, honey. Statistically, people who choose chewy candy are young and playful, hard candy means they are patient and deliberate in their intentions, and candy corn is up for grabs." Aaron said as he leaned in close to you, smiling.

"Who are you? Reid?" You asked while laughing, leaning closer to him.

Aaron's head fell in laughter. "Way to kill the mood."

"Hey, the mood was already killed when you decided Final Destination was the movie we should watch on Halloween, of all days."

He sighed. "Why don't you want to watch it?"

"It's full of gore, I can't believe you want to watch it, considering your line of work. Also, the blonde in the movie looks oddly like JJ, and seeing what you guys go through monthly, I don't want to see a doppelganger going through it, too." You sighed.

"Come here." Aaron held his arms out for you and you slid over to him and curled into his side. "We don't have to watch Final Destination, we can watch something else."

"Like Halloweentown?" You proposed, looking up at him with hopeful eyes.

"Yes," He chuckled, "like Halloweentown." He kissed your forehead. You grabbed the remote and clicked off the movie, going to search for the new and not-gory flick instead.

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halloween party | spencer reid

spencer reid x anti-halloween!fem!reader warnings: reader being anti-halloweenish, SUPER niche costumes, this is for a writing event (dont kill me), overthinking spencer masterlist | word count: 919 words prompt: reader hates halloween and is dragged to a party x character dresses up as something niche

Halloween―the one holiday you dreaded, other than Valentine's Day. The origin behind it was weird enough and now kids ages from three to thirty something still celebrate it? You specifically left all your lights off in your townhouse and didn't buy any decorations.

You still like "spooky season" though. You still liked scaring children and watching scary movies, especially with your boyfriend.

Unfortunately for you, Spencer loved Halloween―more importantly: dressing up. Spencer knew of your distaste for the holiday and never tried to drag you to any workplace event held within the FBI (or BAU) but this specific event Halloween party was hosted by Penelope, the technical analyst for the BAU.

Spencer was insisting that you attend and you could never resist his doe-like brown eyes.

"Spence, I don't like Halloween." You said, your legs in a mermaid position as you sat on the couch, back to the arm rest.

"I know but it's one party and the probability that you get hurt during a party is statistically low considering it's a small party and―" But you cut him off by putting your finger to his lips.

"I'll go."

"But―"

"Spence, this means a lot to you, I have eyes." You sat on your knees now. "And I love you."

His face flushed pink and you smiled before kissing him on his lips softly.

Spencer loved Halloween but he loved you more and knowing your certain... dislike of All Hallow's Eve, he thought nothing of dressing up as a couple from your favorite movie: Halloweentown.

When the movie came out, you first saw it with your friends and fell in love with the whimsical nature of it and how it featured modern-day aspects between the "normal" world and Halloweentown.

He had seen the movie countless times since you first started dating and has come to your townhouse and have walked in on you watching it more than once. He knew there was no better couple to go as than Marnie and Luke.

He schemed with JJ, who is going as Frankenstein's bride with Will as Frankenstein, in the midst of working on paperwork.

"Halloweentown?" JJ questioned, flicking through photos of crime scenes.

"Yes, it's this Halloween movie that she likes." Spencer said, his eyes lighting up as he talked about you.

"I thought she didn't like Halloween?"

"She doesn't but―"

"Then why is she watching Halloween movies?"

"Because she likes the spirit―"

"So she likes Halloween?"

"No―"

"But she's going to Penelope's Halloween Party?" JJ asked. By now, her legs were crossed as she leaned against her desk, the files long forgotten.

"Yes. She wants to and we're dressing up as Marnie and Luke from Halloweentown."

JJ nodded. "Uh huh." She clapped her hands on her legs. "I think I need some coffee. Want some?"

"Yeah." Spencer nodded, turning back to the paperwork he was originally filling out, biting on the inside of his cheek in deep thought.

What if you didn't like the costumes? What if you secretly hated him and lied to him? What if―no, he can't think like that.

He surprised you the weekend before Halloween.

"What if we went as them?" He asked as you curled into his side while watching the movie you oh-so loved.

You looked up at him. "What?"

"Marnie and Luke."

"To Penelope's party?"

"Well, y-yeah, I mean, if you want to...?" He said, his rapid blinking and slight stutter made you smile.

"Are you sure you wouldn't want to go as someone from Doctor Who? I know you've been eyeing stuff like that."

Spencer's cheeks grew pink. "W-well, I know you might not like that and I figured that since I'm dragging you to Penelope's party that you'd want to talk about―"

You cut him off with a kiss. "I'd like that, Spence."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

You still hated going to the party no matter the costume. Even if you were dressed as Spider-Man and Gwen Stacy or a doctor from Doctor Who, you still hated Halloween and the parties that went with it. You wanted nothing more than to just curl up on your couch with a blanket draped over you, eating candy corn till you grew sick of it.

"I know I said I'll go but do I really have to?" You said as you and Spencer left the train platform.

He laughed. "Yes, you have to go."

You chuckled slightly, putting your phone in your red cross-body bag, one that went with your outfit. Spencer got his hair all curly and crazy, attempting Luke's crazy hair from when he was a warlock.

As you guys walked through D.C., you admired the decorations that didn't cater directly to Halloween. You saw the skeleton bones and the witch blow ups and a part of you reminisced from your childhood.

Finally, you arrived to Penelope's apartment door. The cold air was biting and you pulled your black jacket closer around your red dress.

"We're here!" Spencer announced while opening the door.

"Begrudgingly." You said under your breath, earning a slight elbow from your boyfriend.

"You're here!" You heard a gasp and a shrill exclamation before being engulfed in a hug.

"Hi Penny." You said.

She pulled back and looked at yours and Spencer's costumes up and down. "It's supposed to be a Halloween party."

"We're dressed up." Spencer said, his voice whining a little.

"Luke and Marnie from Halloweentown."

Penny nodded with a confused look in her eyes and you knew then that you definitely hated Halloween and parties.... and both.

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━━━ criminal minds

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last kiss / s. r.

satisfied / s.r.

you're losing me / s.r.

➛ the 30th

visiting hours / s.r.

♡ halloween party / s.r.

♡ actually romantic / s.r.

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i’m not her / p. l.

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the 30th | spencer reid

spencer reid x bau!fem!reader warnings: angst ig? heartbreak, mention of a breakup, fluff, y/n is mentioned!!! masterlist | alt ending to youre losing me | word count: 1976 words

Spencer sat with his hands clasped together, laying on his knees as he waited for the nurse to come out with news that you were okay. Better, even.

When you arrived to the hospital you were in critical condition and was put in for emergency surgery. The doctors didn't have high hopes for you and neither did Spencer, truth be told.

Spencer looked up as he heard the surgical doors swing open and one of the nurses came out, an unreadable expression on her face. Spencer quickly stood up, wiping his sweaty hands on his pants and ran all the possibilities in his head.

"Dr. Reid?" The nurse said, looking at the tall brunette man. "The surgery was a success." A small smile was on her face and Spencer felt an even bigger one go on his.

"She-she's alive?" He asked.

The nurse nodded her head. "She is alive but unfortunately, she is in a coma due to injuries sustained in the accident. We'll know more once she wakes up."

Spencer swallowed thickly, his throat feeling like it was going to close in. "Can I see her?"

The nurse nodded and led him to your hospital room where you laid flat on your back, wrapped in a thin cotton blanket with an oxygen mask over your face. Spencer brought a hand to cover his mouth as he looked at your state, the beeping of the machine grounding him.

He moved over by your side and grabbed your hand. It was cold but not as nearly as cold as it would've been had you died. You were alive.

Two weeks passed and you had finally start to wake up.

You groaned as your eyes adjusted to the fluorescent lights that hung above you. You didn't know where you were or how you got there. Your arms and legs felt tingly as you tried to move them. You lifted your hand and saw all the wires and tubes plugging into it and your eyebrows furrowed. "What...?" Your voice surprised you--it was all scratchy and hoarse.

You moved your head to the other side of the room and saw that your door was open into a hallway with more lights. Looking up, you saw a button next to your head and could barley make out the words. CALL NURSE.

You lifted your right arm and winced at the pins and needles feeling. It felt so heavy. You weakly pressed the button and a few minutes later a nurse arrived in your room.

"Miss Y/L/N?" She said, poking her head into the room. She saw that you were awake and quickly made her way to your bedside, bringing the stethoscope from around her neck to her ears and your chest. "My name is Nurse Lee. Do you know where you are?"

You sighed, the scent of bleach and ammonia flooding your nostrils. "A... a hospital." Your voice was still raspy. You needed something to drink to quench your thirst.

The nurse smiled. "Very good. I'm going to get the doctor, okay?" You nodded your head, your eyes felt heavy so you closed them.

sometimes, you look the same, just like you did before the accident

You looked around the apartment, noticing how some of the paint is chipped (specifically near the corners where you and Spencer accidentally would scrape the furniture against the walls when you decided to redo the layout). You saw the leather couch and the dark green armchair in front of a wide double window. Sunlight.

Sunlight means happy things, waking up from a coma is a happy thing. It's been a couple weeks since you've woken up. The doctors kept you at the hospital to observe you and had called your emergency contact, who happened to be the same contact that was at the hospital the night of your accident (so you were told)--Spencer Reid.

"You can sit down." Spencer said, his voice scaring you a little bit as you hadn't notice him come back into the room.

"Oh, right." You said, making your way to the couch. Your skin brushed the brown leather and you felt the softness of a wool blanket behind you. You turn around and grab it off the back of the couch, bringing it over your legs. The fabric felt nice, homey.

when you're staring into space... it's hard to believe you don't remember it

You and Spencer were browsing the aisles of the furniture store. You had already bought (basically) everything you need but you insisted that you needed blankets and pillows to make the rooms of your shared apartment more homey.

"What about this one?" Spencer asked as the both of you looked for throw blankets.

You glanced over at the one he was holding. "I don't like the color."

"The color?" Spencer asked.

"It's too... beige."

"It's brown." He said plainly.

You looked at him, a sympathetic expression on your face. "Spencer, honey, we already have a brown couch, we can't have a brown blanket to go over the couch."

Spencer's face screwed up in confusion. "Says who?"

"Me." You smirked, laughing at the look on his face afterwards. You trifled through the blanket selections before holding out a mustard-y color blanket. "Hm?"

Spencer looked over at the one you held out. "We don't live in a hot dog, Y/N. A blanket shouldn't be that color."

"It's a nice color. Plus it's made from polyester."

"Did you know that polyester is a major contributor to microplastics and the destruction of the environment. It takes two hundred years for it to decompose which is bad considering how much the environment is already suffering from oils being dumped into oceans and plastics being the causer of sea turtle deaths." Spencer said, grabbing a green blanket.

"Oh." You said, putting the blanket down and heading over towards Spencer. You looked at the green blanket he was holding. “Do you like that one?”

“Yeah.” Spencer said, letting you feel the blanket. “Wool is one of the oldest fabric materials and has been used to make clothes since the Stone Age. It helps reduce odor, it’s biodegradable, and renewable.”

“Sounds perfect to me, Spence.” You smiled at him, both of you touching the green wool blanket.

but i told you, even then you looked so pretty in a hospital bed

Spencer ran into the hospital where you were. He ran to the front desk. “Y/N Y/L/N?”

The nurse at the desk pointed him in the direction of your room and he sprinted down the hallway. He got to your room and looked at your form. You were awake! You were poking at the red jello like it was some foreign object and Spencer almost laughed out loud at how much you seemed like yourself. He thought you to be the prettiest person alive, even poking at red jello.

"Y/N." Spencer breathed out. You looked up, startled by his presence and you cocked your head. Spencer took a step forward. "I.. you're alive!"

You continued to stare at the tall brunette with your eyebrows furrowed. "I-Im sorry but... do I know you?"

you pieced it all together on the drive

You looked up once you saw the man approach you to give you a mug. "Thank you...?"

"Spencer." He filled in for you. "It's tea, by the way. Chamomile."

You gave a tight-lipped smile and took a sip of the tea, relishing in the warmth it provided. "I like chamomile tea." You said. The doctors had told you that you had suffered memory loss and couldn't remember the last few years of your life. You couldn't remember the last few years where you've known Spencer.

"The doctors said that if you're around what's foreign and what you're used to, your memory might come back faster. You told me that you've always liked chamomile tea and I thought it would be familiar to you." Spencer rambled.

"It-it is." You smiled. "Thank you, Spencer."

and i know you don't remember calling me

Hours had passed after you drank the chamomile tea that you always had loved, and now you were feeling tired. Spencer had excused himself earlier because something came up with a case and you decided to get some rest. You rested your head on the arm rest of the couch and pulled the green blanket over you.

When Spencer came back, he didn’t see you until he saw your clothed feet peeking out from on top of the other arm rest. He smiled softly and went to go fashion himself a glass of water but stopped as he heard you mumble.

“Spencer.” You mumbled faintly. If the apartment hadn’t been as quiet as it was, he wouldn’t have heard it. He slowly turned around and crept towards you, wondering if you were truly calling his name. “Spencer.” You whispered again, your brows furrowing.

He was a foot away from the bed and saw your form. He thought you looked beautiful tucked into the blanket with your hair sprawled out but your face held an expression he could mistake for discomfort.

Your hands twitched and he quickly grabbed them. “I-I’m here.” He murmured. Your hands slowly stopped twitching and he used his free hand to smooth over your eyebrows, causing them to relax. “I’m here.”

You woke up sometime later, Spencer was reading a book on the arm chair, a glass of water beside him. “Hey,” you heard a voice and looked over at Spencer, his brown doe eyes staring into yours. “you’re awake.”

You gave a small smile. “Yeah, that tea knocked me out.”

“That’s good.” He said, a small smile gracing his lips as he stared at you. “Um, it’s good to sleep, I mean.” He stammered before looking back at the nonsense of words on his book pages. “It’s good to sleep after being in a coma, especially since you can’t remember because sleep is actually apart of the… the recovery process.” He blinked wildly, his hands fidgeting with the corners of the yellowed pages. “Speaking of, do you.. uh, do you remember what you were dreaming of?”

You just blinked at him, the information he was spouting was a lot for your sleep-addled brain. “Uhm, no, no I don’t remember.”

Spencer’s eyes almost seemed to be disappointed at the news that you didn’t remember calling him out but you couldn’t tell. “Oh.”

what if it happened to you on a different day?

Months had passed by now and your memory was coming back in bits and pieces. Moments of you and Spencer’s shared life—of your happy life—would come back. Like moving in together, watching his favorite Russian films, and talking about authors. But a lingering question kept you up at night when you would be lying in his bed: what if it happened to you on a different day?

Spencer has been really polite and sleeping on the couch, letting you dream and overthink. What if the car had gone over a bridge where there wasn’t a rail in the way instead of an intersection? Or what if you turned down a street going over the speed limit and there were kids playing? Or over the side of a mountain through snow or rain? What if Spencer was with you and he lost his life? What if you had kids and they were in the backseat?

What if you had driven so far that no one would know where you are and you died? But maybe… maybe if you’d been happier, this wouldn’t have happened. Of course, you can’t remember not being happy with Spencer yet.

The feeling of your heartbeat going a mile a minute while feeling encompassed by the sheets was erratic. You’re alive, you’re alive, you’re alive.

Being alive is all that matters now. In due time, you will heal and be normal with Spencer.

In due time.

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visiting hours | spencer reid

spencer reid x fem!reader warnings: angst, you take maeve's place, stalker, spencer witnessing your death, spencer grieving, the bau not knowing what to do, second person pov, suicide mention/action (spencer wanting to sacrifice himself for you, diane pulling the trigger to her head), 8x12 episode masterlist | word count: 421 words inspired by visiting hours by ed sheeran

i wish that heaven had visiting hours

There was a plan. The plan was to trick Diane into thinking that Spencer was in love with her and not you. It was perfect. Diane had fell for it... until she didn't.

You and Spencer lived together for a majority of your relationship. You worked in the science department to a local university and Spencer had done a lecture there--that's how you met.

"I just want her to see one more thing." Diane spoke before grabbing Spencer's face with one hand, the other still on her revolver. She forced Spencer's lips with hers. Spencer kissed her back (regrettably) and you knew he did it to save you. But then Diane pulled back abruptly, "Liar! Liar!" She screamed.

In her midst of yelling, she had pulled the trigger, letting one of the brass bullets fly somewhere with a bang. You heard the distant yellings of SWAT and the BAU as they flooded the stairways, making their way closer to where you three were.

"Stay back! Stay back!" Spencer yelled to the backup. "Diane, there is still a way out of this." Spencer spoke gently, trying to get Diane to lower her gun, which she had aimed at your temple in retaliation.

and i would ask them if i could take you home

"You never wanted me!" Diane yelled. "Never! You lied!"

Spencer could feel his hazel eyes start to well up with tears as his subconscious knew what the outcome may be. "I didn't. Diane, I offered you a deal and you can still take it. Me for her--let me take her place." Spencer's eyes darted between you and the dark brunette.

Diane faltered. "You would do that?"

"Yes."

"You would kill yourself for her?"

"Yes."

"Thomas Merton." You squeaked out, making yourself known to Diane and Spencer (again).

"Who's Thomas Merton?" Diane asked, a questioning look on her face.

"He knows... he knows." You murmured.

"Who's Thomas Merton?" Diane asked again, more accusatory. "Who is he?"

"He's the one thing you can never take from us." You whispered. This was your last goodbye, the last words you would ever say to anyone. Diane let out a tear as she brought the revolver from your head to hers and pulled the trigger.

You saw Spencer lurch forward to stop her but he was too late as your vision went black. The bullet had gone from Diane's head to yours, killing you both.

"Wait!"

but i know what they'd say, that it's for the best

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satisfied | spencer reid

spencer reid x bau!jareau!reader warnings: angst, jj-spencer-reader trio, y/n mentioned! based off of hamilton, reader is never going to be satisfied, jeid wedding, spencer literally never talks to reader? what? entirely jj/reader angst and conversations, idk where im going w this tbh masterlist | word count: 1175 words

Everyone was gathered at Rossi’s for the special wedding of a certain resident genius and communications liaison-turned-profiler, Jennifer Jareau.

They were all stood on the patio. “All right, let’s give it up for the maid of honor, yeah?” Luke said, raising his glass to you, JJ’s little sister.

You were apart of the BAU, following in your sisters footsteps. While she started as the liaison, you were always a profiler.

You smiled and stared at Spencer and your sister. “A toast to the groom!” You raised your glass. “A toast to the bride.” Everyone was raising their glass of champagne as JJ stared at Spencer and you lovingly. You couldn’t help but feel a pang in your gut.

“From your sister….” You continued. “who is always by your side.” You leaned into Penelope’s side. “To your union.”

“To the pawn shop!” Penelope chimed.

Everyone chuckled. It was because of the pawn shop that JJ confessed her feelings for Spencer and he said he reciprocated them. Now you’re here.

“May you always be satisfied.” You finished, taking a sip of your champagne. Everyone cheered and took a sip of your respective drinks. You couldn’t help but smile sadly. You have always loved Spencer but he loved your sister.

rewind, rewind, rewind

You remembered the day you met Spencer Reid. It was after you had just organized your desk, which was right next to his.

“Who is this?” You heard. You looked up and found a dark man leaning against the desk in front of yours.

You smiled. “Hi, I’m Y/N Jareau.” You said, moving to the side of your desk, sticking your hand out.

“Morgan. Derek Morgan.” He said, shaking your hand while maintaining eye contact.

“Another victim?” A brunette says as you sit back down at your desk. She looked at Derek with her eyes raised as she sat at the desk next to his. She looked at you. “I’m sorry for him, he can’t seem to take a hint that some people just don’t want to be bothered. I’m Elle.”

“Y/N Jareau.” You smiled. "You guys worked the case for the Footpath Killer, right?"

"Yeah we did, why?" Elle says, leaning back in her chair.

"Well why did he stutter? I read up on the case because it was the most recent one you guys have done but no where does it say why he stuttered."

Derek sighed. "We've all asked Gideon but he just won't say."

"He wants us to figure it out." A new voice said. You turned around and saw a man around your age, perhaps a year older. He looked up and saw you. "Uh, Doctor Spencer Reid."

You smiled as he took the desk next you. "Y/N Jareau."

Elle's eyes darted between the two of you. She was a profile and never missed a beat on anything, especially how Spencer started to rub his hands nervously against his slacks like they [his hands] were sweaty all of a sudden. "I'm up for a challenge."

"Good, because these go to you." You heard a familiar voice ring out. You stopped looking at the shy brunette in front of you and turned to your blonde sister, who was placing files on Elle's desk. "Special Agent Jennifer Jareau, JJ if you'd like." She smiled.

"Jareau?" Elle questioned, shaking JJ's hand.

"My sister." You said, looking at her adoringly.

i have never been satisfied

It's been eight years since you and your sister met the BAU and you wouldn't change any of it for the world. Your sister was crashing with you at your apartment because her and Will were going through a divorce.

"Y/N?" She asked as you also spoke her name. You both laughed. "I need to tell you something."

"I also need to tell you something." You said with a small smile on your face.

"On three?" She asked. When you both were younger, you would speak what you wanted to talk about at the same time if you both wanted to tell each other something at the same time.

1...

2...

3...!

"I think I'm in--" You started to speak but your sister was faster.

"I think I like Spencer."

Oh.

"He's just so cute and smart." JJ gushed. "He's got me helpless and I've never felt this way about anyone besides Will and I think it's time to move on from him. I'll still have Henry and I'll always love Will in someplace in my heart but I think the rest of it is meant for Spencer." She rambled.

Oh.

"Anyways, what were you going to say?"

You struggled to find words as you shook your head. "I forgot."

if i tell her that i love him she'd be silently resigned

"JJ... there's something I need to tell you." You said as you approached her. It was Rossi's fourth wedding to his third wife and you noticed the longing glances between Spencer and your sister. But only Penelope noticed your glances towards Spencer.

"Yeah?" She asked.

You wondered if this would change your entire relationship between you and your sister. Would she spill to Spencer? Would Spencer hate you? Would she hate you?

"It's really important." You whispered.

She pulled you by your elbow into a secluded corner. "What's wrong?" She said, concern etching itself into her forehead.

"I... I'm in love with Spencer." JJ's face fell.

"What?" Her tone was one of the betrayed sister but she had no reason to feel betrayed, right? You met him first and you were going to tell her that you were in love with him seven years ago so in reality, she betrayed you...? Her hands left your arms and she backed up into the wall, the smallest step told you everything you needed to know. "How long have you loved him?"

"Since... ever, I guess? I was going to tell you but then you told me that you loved him before I could even get the words out and now with the whole pawn shop ordeal I..." You trailed off.

JJ's eyes widened. "Y/N, I told you that seven years ago... you've loved him for at least that?"

"Yeah." You sighed.

"What is it, Y/N?" You snapped out of your daydream, seeing JJ's hand wave in front of your face. "You zoned out, are you okay?"

You decided then and there that telling her, would be a terrible idea and you would never be satisfied no matter what. "I... Roz's birthday is soon and mom wanted to know if we wanted to go back to Pennsylvania to spend the weekend."

"I'll... talk to mom about it." She breathed out.

"Okay." You gave a slight smile before turning and walking away to the open bar. You needed a drink.

at least my dear eliza's his wife; at least i keep his eyes in my life

After taking a sip from your champagne flute, your eyes met with Spencer's hazel ones and you knew then and there that he will never be satisfied, or more importantly: you will never be satisfied.

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unsub!reader & spencer reid are my fav fics 🙏

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guys please please please make more unsub!reader. i am lowkey tired of seeing unsub!spencer like i just need unsub!reader (or maybe even both) but unsub!spencer is getting old

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you're losing me | spencer reid

spencer reid x fem!reader warnings: angst, breaking up w spencer, i hate myself clearly, depressed!reader, insecure!reader, heartbroken!spencer, hateful!reader, suicidal tendancies (?) aka suislide, knowing youre unfit to drive but still driving, not caring anymore, yn is mentioned but less than a handful of times masterlist | alt ending | word count: 1099 words inspired by you're losing me by taylor swift

You sat on the dark green armchair in the corner, watching Spencer's reaction as he sat on the couch.

"I... I don't understand." He murmured. He stared at the coffee table that separated the two of you.

"I know you don't." You said calmly, almost like you weren't bothered. Spencer looked up at you, his hazel eyes watered and he looked absolutely heartbroken.

we thought a cure would come through in time, now i fear it won't

"It's better this way, Spencer." You said, trying to get him to see things your way. Your tone was still calm but your hands were picking at each other, a sign of anxiousness--a habit you picked up as a kid.

"Better this way? Y/N, I-I thought we were getting better..!" He stammered, searching through the files of his mind to see where he went wrong, where he messed up.

But he didn't mess up.

remember lookin' at this room, we loved it 'cause of the light

Sunlight peered through the room. Sunlight. The sun usually means happy things, like birthday parties, or college acceptance letters, not break ups.

Break ups are reserved for storm clouds and thunder. That's what you contemplate while sitting in the corner in the dark. You don't break up with someone during the day, you do it during a storm so you can have a passionate "don't leave me" kiss while getting drenched to the bone.

do i throw out everything we built or keep it?

"We end up back where we started. We always do, Spencer." You said. You had contemplated staying with him but it wasn't working. You were trying to be happy--happy for Spencer. But no matter how hard you tried or how hard you thought about Spencer, you just weren't happy anymore. You were getting tired, rising from the metaphorical ashes and mending all of your emotional gashes.

you might just have dealt the final blow

"No, no this time...." Spencer trailed off, mouth parting. "It was working, we were working!" His heartbroken gaze pierced through you and you couldn't help but feel like you were making a mistake of a lifetime.

"Stop." You whispered, breaking your gaze away from his. "You're losing me, Spencer."

Several beats of silence passed between you two before Spencer whispered the unfathomable words: "Why?"

Your breath hitched as you paused, trying to find the reasons why you were doing what you were doing.

"I woke up angry every morning, Spencer. I was angry at the world, my parents.., you." You scoffed. "I mean, how can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dying?"

Spencer stayed silent at the rhetorical question, focusing on his hands instead.

You continued. "I sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick. My face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick."

"You were that unhappy?" Spencer asked.

"Unhappy? Spencer, I was miserable!" You exclaimed. "My pain was always such an imposition, wasn't it?"

Spencer's eyebrows furrowed. "An imposition? Y/N, what? No matter what happened or happens, I will always be by your side."

You shook your head. "No, no, Spencer. I am sick! I am not okay and you can't see that! I can't be with you anymore. I can't..." You hiccupped at tears started falling down your face. You shook your head as you looked at your feet. "I can't. I just can't anymore!"

You got up quicker than Spencer could register and ran past him on the couch towards the door. You grabbed your keys and ran. You ran down the hallway, tears clouding your sight. You needed to get out of there--out of here. Leave. Leave. Leave.

and you know what they all say: you don't know what you got until it's gone

Spencer stood up from the couch and turned to face the door but you were already gone and so were your keys. Spencer had let stray tears fall down his face. He knew something was going on but he figured you would tell him. But you bottled it up, you've always had. Spencer recounted the moments in his head, replaying your hurtful words.

"Stop." You whispered, breaking your gaze away from his. "You're losing me, Spencer."

how long could we be a sad song

Just drive. You had to drive. You need to get out of there--have to. You ran down the flight of stairs that led to Spencer's apartment, your hand ghosting down the old wooden banister. You stormed out of the entrance, feeling a headache emerge at the sudden light caused by the beautiful day outside.

You clicked your keys, listening for the faint beep of your car. You ran towards your car and swung open the drivers side of the door. You knew you weren't fit to drive, not in this state. But the thing was, you didn't care.

You reversed out of the parking space and zoomed out of the parking lot knowing that Spencer could be watching you from his thin windows or even chasing after you but you didn't care. You weren't happy anymore and that was more important.

You were going well over the speed limit, you knew that. You drove to the apartment millions of times to know what the speed limit was but you didn't care.

Even if it meant what the phone call Spencer Reid would get only ten minutes after you left his apartment.

'til we were too far gone to bring back to life?

Spencer sat with his hands clasped together, laying on his knees as he waited for the doctor to come out with news that you were okay. Better, even.

When you arrived to the hospital you were in critical condition and was put in for emergency surgery. The doctors didn't have high hopes for you and neither did Spencer, truth be told.

Spencer looked up as he heard the surgical doors swing open and your doctor came out. But despite Spencer's optimistic thinking, the doctor looked solemn. Spencer quickly stood up.

Before the doctor could get a word out, the world Spencer had built, had fallen. The world you and Spencer had built was gone.

"I'm sorry for your loss, Dr. Reid."

Spencer collapsed on his knees in the waiting room. It was probably unethical to be so emotional in a hospital waiting room but he wasn't at work nor was he on the job and if anyone had a problem with him expressing his heartbroken-ness for his exgirlfriend, they can go to hell.

i can't find a pulse; my heart won't start anymore

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last kiss | spencer reid

spencer reid x bau!fem!reader warnings: angst ig? heartbreak, mention of a breakup, fluff, y/n is mentioned!!! masterlist | word count: 1052 words inspired by last kiss by taylor swift

i love how you walk with your hands in your pockets

You and Spencer were walking down the streets of D.C.. It was a cold night and you were returning back to your shared apartment from a Russian Film Festival that he always craved about.

"I loved the accuracy from the film! All the characters were played very well, except for Svidrigailov. I don't think Dostoevsky wanted him to be portrayed as sympathetic as he was played. He wasn't as nearly as gallant in the book--" Spencer looked at you and saw you shiver. "Y/N are you cold?"

Looking over at your humble boyfriend, you saw the worry in his eyes and quickly shook your head. "It's like sixty degrees out, Spence. I'm not cold." But despite your reassurances, your body betrayed you as goosebumps were very apparent on your arms and you involuntarily shivered.

"Here." Spencer said, shaking off his coat and handing it to you. You shook your head but Spencer only held it out more until you begrudgingly took it, slipping it over your shoulders, letting the warmth from Spencer engulf your being.

"Thanks." You said softly, your cheeks pinkening slightly. Spencer gave a tight lipped smile, stuffing his hands into his pockets. Despite the fact that you two were already dating, butterflies still erupted in your stomach every time Spencer was around you.

how you'd kiss me when i was in the middle of saying something

The first time Spencer kissed you was memorable for both of you, especially Spencer considering he has an eidetic memory.

"Do you ever think that if we weren't in the FBI, we wouldn't have to go through things like this?" You said, sitting on Spencer's hospital bed as he laid upright with a large bandage on his neck. He had gotten shot in the neck during a shootout with an Unsub and almost died if it weren't for Alex, who was next to him and got him to cover and aided him.

"Y/N..." He said but you cut him off, rambling.

"You got hit in the neck, Spence! A stupid bullet proof vest doesn't cover the neck! It barely does anything to the torso, I mean, Derek has welts for days--days!"

"Y/N--"

"No, you need to listen! You're smart enough to get an amazing job somewhere like CalTech or MIT, hell, even Harvard! You can't spread your knowledge if you're dead, Spence. I--" But that time it had been Spencer who had cut you off. He silenced you by bringing his hands up to cup your face and lean in.

You were taken completely by surprise as Spencer's lips molded to yours like puzzle pieces. Closing your eyes, you leant into his grip as he pulled away.

Spencer wouldn't meet your eyes--couldn't. He had a furious blush dusting his cheeks as he noticed the different fibers in the cotton blanket wrapped around his legs.

"Spence..." You said, lips parting in shock at the fact that your sweet, loveable, goofy, geeky best friend just kissed you!

But he took your shock for something else. "I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that.." He said shyly.

You had no words and only brought your lips to his. This time, he was taken aback but came to his senses and kissed you back.

there's not a day i don't miss those rude interruptions

and i'll go sit on the floor wearing your clothes

Now you sat on your bathroom floor, leaning against the wall in one of Spencer's old CalTech shirts. Your eyes were red and cheeks were puffy and tear-stained. You sat, thinking about the memories that you and Spencer shared, some in that very bathroom... your bedroom... kitchen... on sidewalks and watching Doctor Who movies (that you didn't quite understand) on the couch.

A ding from your cellphone lifted you from your daydream. It was Penelope.

your name, forever the name on my lips

You wanted to say his name. You wanted to be able to sit next to him on the jet and listen to him ramble about Dante or the Bronte sisters but you couldn't, not like how you used to.

You wanted to be able to lean against his desk and talk about profiles and try to figure out who was behind what, but you couldn't. Not anymore. You couldn't even look at the new arrangement of photos on his desk. He had a new life to look at now that you weren't there. Sometimes, you would occasionally pass his desk and see his life in pictures, remembering when you would watch him sleep and see how peaceful he looked. Now another girl will be able to do that.

He has another girl to recreate your memories. You wonder if he's forgotten you already.

and i'll keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are

and i hope the sun shines and it's a beautiful day

Spencer got up early today. He was supposed to meet Max at the park so they could talk. Too bad it was such a beautiful day for such a sad topic of conversation.

and something reminds you: you wish you had stayed

He glanced around his room. When you and Spencer first moved in together, it was in your apartment and he had rented his out. It felt strange to him, living with someone else in an unfamiliar place but he settled into it. Now, he had to settle back into being alone. You weren't there in his bed, snuggling into his side, groaning about how early it was. You weren't there to listen to him rant about the inaccuracies to several Sci-Fi shows. You weren't there.

But Max was.

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TVDU Legacy Challenge

PACKS:

Get Famous

Vampires

Realm of Magic

Werewolves

Gen 1: Elena Gilbert

must have at least 2 partners before meeting spouse

must be an orphan

must have a sibling (brother thats a teen/child or a sister thats a toddler)

must meet spouse as a teen

OPTIONAL: turned into a vampire

TRAITS:

Good

Family-Oriented

Ambitious

ASPIRATION:

Soulmate 'The One'

Gen 2: Caroline Forbes

must have gone on 4 failed dates with 4 sims

must be friends with spouse before getting involved romantically

must have a set of twin daughters (not identical)

spouse must die shortly after the wedding

OPTIONAL: turned into a vampire

TRAITS:

Jealous

Self-Absorbed (or Outgoing)

Perfectionist

ASPIRATION:

Big Happy Family

Gen 3: Vicki Donovan

must cheat on partner with a friend's sibling

must be involved in criminal activity/get detention a lot

be a C or less student

OPTIONAL: turned into a vampire

TRAITS:

Slob

Loner

Kleptomanic

ASPIRATION:

Public Enemy

Gen 4: Esther Mikaelson

must have at least 7 kids

youngest kid has to die as a child (or younger)

oldest child must be taken away/kidnapped as a toddler

spouse must hate 1 of the kids

must cheat on your spouse at least 1 time

must turn into a witch

TRAITS:

Ambitious

Family-Oriented

Snob

ASPIRATION:

Vampire Family

Gen 5: Rebekah Mikaelson

spouse must be a sim that the heir had a failed relationship with as a teen but they reconnected and married as adults

must be turned into a vampire

does not have a good relationship with parents

keeps in contact with 2 siblings

must have several failed relationships before marrying spouse

TRAITS:

Jealous

Romantic

Family-Oriented

ASPIRATION:

Serial Romantic

Gen 6: Niklaus Mikaelson

must have the Artisitic Prodigy aspiration as a child

must max out Creative and Painting skill

must have a child with a fling (not a partner/spouse)

must die when their child is a teen

must be a vampire or a werewolf

TRAITS:

Art Lover

Loner

Self-Assured

ASPIRATION:

Painter Extraordinaire

Gen 7: Katherine Pierce

must be identical or look eerily similar to GEN ONE

must have dated brothers

must have a daughter with a random sim but then abandoned her

must be hated by 5 sims

OPTIONAL: turned into a vampire

TRAITS:

Ambitious

Snob

Noncommital

ASPIRATION:

Villainous Valentine

Gen 8: Bonnie Bennett

must be a witch

must have 2 BFFs

must be friends with a sim that the heir previously hated

must reconnect with mother as a young adult (aka find her and become acquaintances)

must dislike 3 sims

TRAITS:

Good

Self-Assured

Outgoing

ASPIRATION:

Spellcraft & Sorcery

Gen 9: Hayley Marshall

must marry a sim that the heir does not love fully

must love another sim

must have a child with a sim that is neither the spouse nor the lover

must be a werewolf

must die when child is a teen

TRAITS:

Loves Outdoors

Family-Oriented

Cheerful

ASPIRATION:

Lone Wolf

Gen 10: Hope Mikaelson

must be friends with sims previously hated

must be popular

must make good grades in every school that the sim attends (Elementary, High School, University, etc.)

must have the Artisitic Prodigy aspiration as a child

must max out Creative and Painting skill

OPTIONAL: turned into a vampire

TRAITS:

Gloomy

Loner

Art Lover

ASPIRATION:

Friend of the World