agent derek

AU where Stiles is an undercover FBI agent who’s supposed to be taking down some Irish mob and Derek is an undercover cop who’s doing the same thing. 

Except neither of them know that the other is also law enforcement. They fall for each other so hard and Stiles keeps thing about how bad it’s going to suck when they finally take them down because then he won’t have Derek anymore. And Derek is heart broken that someone as amazing as Paddy (Stiles undercover name because) is on the wrong side of this.

Stiles almost warns Derek about the FBI/Boston PD raid.

Derek nearly pulls Stiles out when he runs out the back door in an ‘attempt to escape’ the raid. 

It isn’t until Derek sees one of the FBI guys uncuffing Stiles at the station and handing him a badge and gun that Derek realized that Stiles was also undercover. 

Stiles knew before Derek because he asked his partner if Derek McHale had a record and Erica had just laughed and told him Derek was Boston PD.

They end up making out in the locker room until Captain Boyd comes in and tells them to break it up. They do, but only until they get to Derek’s apartment. 

Limbo (Derek/Stiles)

frostniskare “I bet I can make you scream my name.” Sterek

This is your fic prize for winning second place in my birthday giveaway! I really hope you enjoy where the muse took the prompt, as I’m sure it’s not in the direction you had in mind. Hopefully, you’ll like it anyway! For those who read my “Just Like Me” series, this fic could be considered a prequel in that verse. However, you do not need to have read that series to enjoy this! Fic #42 in my 2017 Prompt Challenge

 Limbo. Derek/Stiles. Teen. Also on AO3.

Stiles and his team are on an undercover stakeout that’s not going too well. Derek’s using his powers for good, but Stiles knows it’s not the right moment for their relationship to change. 

“I bet I can make you scream my name.” The words are accompanied by the thick stench of whiskey and good old-fashioned bad breath.

“Yeah, see, I’m not really feeling it so I’m gonna have to decline that bet.” Stiles scans the club looking for the potential suspect, trying to ignore the old pervert attempting to pick him up. He’s not interested, and he made it clear, so the guy should leave soon.

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Coming Home (Derek/Stiles)

Anonymous said: Derek/Stiles “That wasn’t very subtle.”

Nonnie, I hope you enjoy this story! I was in the mood for something romantic and fluffy. This is Fic #40 in my 2017 Prompt Challenge

Coming Home. Derek/Stiles. Teen. Also on AO3.

Stiles has been out of town for three weeks due to work, but now he’s home and ready to see Derek.

It’s been three weeks since Stiles has been to Derek’s apartment. No, not quite that. More like eighteen days, but it feels like a lot longer. He’s gotten used to spending most of his time here since he started dating Derek several months ago because Stiles is still living with his dad.

Well, not really still since he did move out for college, then he had the FBI training to deal with, and he got assigned to a field office in Philadelphia after he finished with that. It’s only been six months since he got reassigned to the resident agency in Redding, which would seem like a demotion on paper, but it’s actually a really awesome promotion.

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halesstiles  asked:

Sterek + 14

14. “How was I supposed to know there was someone in the trunk? I was just stealing the car not trying to kidnap you!”

Accidental Interagency Cooperation
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Stiles genuinely loved going undercover, it was fun to infiltrate different groups and gangs and he was good at it.  He was so damn good at it, maybe too good at it. 

He had been undercover for three months now, this time infiltrating a ring of human traffickers in New York. This time it was deep cover, something he had only done a few times before, but the FBI had given him all the training he needed to take on this mission. 

The whole undercover thing was going pretty well, all things considered, he had gotten pretty much every bit of evidence that he needed when his cover was compromised and he was forced to bolt. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Stiles muttered to himself as he bobbed and weaved through the streets of Manhattan with one of the smuggler’s low level henchmen ran after him. 

“I need a car,” Stiles said to himself, looking at the cars that were slowly moving along the street. He spotted a silver sedan at a red light and he dodged into traffic before he knocked on the driver’s side window, “FBI I’m commandeering this car.”

The driver looked panicked but opened the door and Stiles slid into the driver’s seat, not caring that what he had just done was probably not entirely legal, he needed to get to the Bureau now that his cover was blown. He just hoped that Finstock had gotten his message and had sent the team in before the crew scattered.

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For @ohheylookitsyou…reader is Hotch’s niece as requested. Enjoy!

Y/N’s eyes widened as her jaw gaped as her uncle led her into the BAU. Aaron Hotchner glanced over his shoulder with a small smile. It had been forever since he had seen his niece. So, when she called and asked to visit, he was more than happy to allow it.

The niece slowly caught up to her uncle and latched onto his arm. Her awed gaze returned to Hotch’s smirking one.

“This place looks amazing,” she complimented, “This whole place is probably run on caffeine though.”
Hotch laughed as he nodded. “Let me introduce you to my team.”

Y/N nodded as he led her further into the room. The pair soon slowed down by a clump of desks. Prentiss, Morgan, and Reid glanced up. Having seen Hotch approach, Rossi left his office and made his way down.

“Y/N, these are agents Emily Prentiss and Derek Morgan. This is Dr. Spencer Reid. Everybody, this is my niece, Y/N.”
“I highly doubt that,” Rossi teased holding out his hand. “David Rossi.”
She shook his hand. “Not to sound like a groupie, but I’ve read your work. As well as yours, Dr. Reid.”
Morgan quirked a brow. “Really? I don’t suppose you understood any of it.”
Y/N smirked. “All of it, actually. He explained the content quite well.”

Hotch smirked at a blushing Reid. He stood up and held out his hand. Y/N shook it.

“I-I appreciate the compliment.”

Y/N smiled sweetly at the doctor.


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Bombshell

An anon asked for a Reid fic where the reader is British and he gets turned on by her accent.  The team teases him for it and he eventually has to explain to the reader why he gets so weird whenever she talks.  I love this request, I really hope you like it!  Added in here a classic Spencer Reid Quote, shout out to anyone who can find it!

It gets smutty!  Some fluff ensues at the end, it’s super cute!

UnBeta’d so sorry for any errors, also flood warning!

Originally posted by toyboxboy

“As soon as Agent Y/L/N gets here, we are going to start the briefing,” Hotch said to the team, who were all still sitting around at their desks before disappearing into his office.

“Ready for the new team member, pretty boy?” Derek teased from his seat with a smirk.

“What?” Spencer asked nonchalantly.  He knew Y/N was British.  She’d been in for numerous interviews and when she was in the training field, all the other trainees were talking about the ‘British Bombshell’ that was joining the BAU team.  

“You know what,” Derek replied.

“Does Reid have a thing for accents?” Prentiss asked.  She looked at the genius with playful eyes.

“No, he has a thing for British accents,” JJ said, shaking her head.

“I see,” Emily said with a smirk similar to Derek’s.

“I don’t know if I like the looks on your faces,” Rossi said as he walked up.  After inspecting the teasing smiles of the three agents, he clocked the blush on Reid’s face.  “What’s wrong with you, coffee catching up to you this morning?”

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Just Like Me Series Summary

Just Like Me Series. Stiles/Derek. Teen. 

Stiles, Derek, and their FBI team are called in to hunt for a serial killer. While in Portland, the bonds of the team are tested as relationships change and one of their own becomes the killer’s next target.

Sooner or Later. #1 Stiles and his team are called in to help catch a serial killer hunting around the Pacific Northwest. Stiles becomes obsessed, and Derek keeps him grounded. [01/10/17]  For @shealwaysreads 

Better Safe than Sorry. #2 Stiles, Derek, and Isaac check out the area where Paige Krasikeva was likely kidnapped by their perp. [01/11/17]  For @sterekseason 

Open Your Eyes. #3 Stiles and Derek get some new information Danny before going back to the hotel to get some rest and review case files. [01/12/17]  For @im-a-feather-in-the-wind 

Nothing But Trouble. #4 Stiles gets Boyd’s assistance with his theory about the killer the team’s hunting. Then he has to deal with a suspicious Derek, a sleazy Matt, an annoyed Allison, and a relieved Jordan. [01/13/17] For @eeyore9990 

Me Too. #5 It’s been three days since Paige disappeared, and Stiles knows they’re running out of time. Still, he and Derek somehow manage to steal a personal moment together before they’re forced to get back to work. [01/14/17]  For @loveactually-rps 

Countdown. #6 Paige has been missing for three days. The team is on a countdown, but Stiles is finally ready to share his theory and put his plan into action. [01/15/17] For alexanderhal

Just Getting Started #7 Stiles and the team are in place and ready to carry out the plan. It’s time to catch a killer. [01/15/17]  For @allirica

We’re Family Here. #8 The team goes out for pancakes to celebrate another killer caught, and Stiles kisses Derek because that’s a thing he gets to do now that they’re together. [01/15/17]  For @cobrilee​ 

anonymous asked:

Hi do you reply each asks or do you sometimes skip? idk if i asked this before but can you do a fic rec of sterek as fbi agents or partners in crime if theres any new fics of it? ☺️😇

Oh hun,

I am sooo sorry!!! I did get your ask and I did draft a reply. I really thought I posted it. I’m so glad you asked me again! I added a few more to the fics I had already saved. I hope some of them are new to you :)

lay your armour down by  stilinski | 37.6K

Hale, on two legs and wearing a shirt, finds him thirty minutes later still sitting in the same position, staring at the ceiling.

“I think there’s something wrong with me,” Stiles says. Hale snorts.

“I could have told you that,” he says. “Tea?”

This Ain’t Jump Street by  thecheekydragon | 18K

Detective Stilinski goes undercover at a local high school to catch a killer and meets hot gym teacher Derek Hale. Stiles just hopes Hale is not the killer. But then again, he always did fall for the wrong sort of guy.

Glazed and Confused by  wishingonalightningbolt | 13.7K

Stiles is a forensic tech with the San Diego FBI. He thinks he’s been fairly lucky, since he’s never had his life threatened, sustained few injuries, and only has to work with his least favorite agent every once in a while.

And then all of that changes.

Fine Whiskey by  Bellakitse | 1.4K

“Very Special Agent Hale,” Stiles responds and the mocking is clear in his voice as he reaches for Derek’s drink and then has the audacity to take a sip, smirking when Derek glares at him. “How was Istanbul?”

“Hot,” Derek murmurs annoyed at Stiles and at himself, because he finds it attractive, Stiles’ smartass, fearless, somewhat superior attitude is a turn on, it makes Derek wonder if he would be like that in bed or if Derek could make him bend, make him beg.

Hacked by  ShadowofaGod | 13.6K

FBI Special Agents Derek Hale and Isaac Lahey have been sent to Beacon Hills University to find a student who tried to hack into the Pentagon. One snarky, student IT department employee catches Derek’s eye.

A Little Agony by  KuriKuri | 40.7K

“There is one way we could do it,” Derek finally says, making both Stiles and Lydia perk up, looking at him expectantly.

(Or: The mandatory fandom “undercover as a couple at a BDSM club” AU.)

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For @amarislestrange…enjoy!

“Coulson, I’d like you to meet my friends and colleagues,” you introduced, “SSA Hotcher, Rossi, Morgan, Prentiss, Jareau, and Dr. Spencer Reid.”

The man nodded, not offering to shake anyone’s hand. Hotchner was eyeing Coulson with suspicion. Knowing you’d have to explain, you let out a slow breath.

“Has Agent Hill briefed you?” Coulson asked.
You nodded while seeing the confusion on the BAU team’s faces.
“Agent Coulson is a part of SHIELD, which means this case is actually a lot crazier than we could have anticipated.”
Coulson nodded. “Agent Y/N has been-”
“Wait…agent?” Morgan asked with an arched brow, “Not SSA?”
You lowered your gaze.
“You work for SHIELD,” JJ surmised.

You saw Hotch’s jaw clench as you nodded. You went to speak but Coulson beat you to it.

“As I was saying, Agent Y/N was ordered to be undercover in the FBI,” he explained, “If it’s any consolation, they never reported on you other than to say you’re their family.”

You saw JJ’s, Rossi’s, and Prentiss’s expressions soften. You held back a sigh. You had a lot of explaining to do later.

“Now. Shall we?” Coulson piped up.

Perma-tags: @dontbeamenacetotheforce @ttelesilla @jumperswellies @caitsymichelle13 @myplaceofthingsilove
Marvel tag: @ladysigyn221

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hulahoopingingthesand  asked:

Can you rec any Sterek fics with insecure Stiles? I seem to be in the mood for them. Thanks!

This rec list is all over the place, with canon compliant fics, AUs, A/B/O dynamics, everything! Hope you enjoy!

INSECURE STILES

We Prefer Good Love to Gold by i_am_girlfriday

This week on Millionaire Matchmaker: Supernatural Edition - Derek Hale, a thirty-year-old millionaire venture capitalist and beta werewolf, finally gives into his sisters’ pressures to start dating again and reluctantly agrees to use the services of a supernatural matchmaker. Stiles Stilinski, at age twenty-five, just sold his start-up to Google for undisclosed millions, and ends up on a reality dating show when his true alpha best friend tries to help him get over his broken heart.

The last thing anyone expects is for the two eligible bachelors to fall in love with each other behind the scenes.


Worst Case Scenario by SpiritsFlame

Stiles is good at compartmentalizing bad news. It’s partly a learned behaviour, and partly because of his well practiced coping technique. It may not be the most emotionally healthy thing to do, but it gets him through the day.


He Blinded Me With Library Science by mklutz

Stiles blinks. “Right, the reading room. Do you have your, uh …library card?” he asks. He’s never been able to make that sound normal and not vaguely dirty when he actually means wand.


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Derek Morgan X Reader: Sleep

Summary: The reader has trouble sleeping, so she stays late at the office. Derek notices, and tries to help.
Warnings: Mentions of death, mentions of a serial killer
Word Count: 919
Tag List: @waytooinlovewithdeanwinchester, @lucifer-in-leather, @nea90sweetie, @outsidersimagines57, @trumpetsaretheworst
Please let me know if you would like to be added or subtracted from my tag list!

Originally posted by city-in-october


(Y/n) sat at her desk, she sighed as she closed another file. She was the last one at the office, even Hotch had left before her. He had told her not to stay too late, but it was 3:00 am and he had left two hours ago. (Y/n) knew that if she didn’t go home now, there would be no point in leaving at all. (Y/n) looked over at the pile of files on her desk, and decided that one more wouldn’t hurt, but one more turned into five, and five turned into ten, and the next thing she knew was that the rest of the team had started to arrive. Reid was the first to notice,
“Hey (Y/n), aren’t those the same clothes you wore yesterday?”
Before (Y/n) could answer, Hotch walked over,
“You didn’t leave did you? I told you not to stay too late”
“Sorry, but I got twenty reports done, they’re on your desk”
“Yes, I was just in there, there are closer to thirty reports there. You should have gone home and gotten some sleep”
“Sorry”
“It’s alright, just don’t pull anymore all nighters, okay?”
“Yes sir”
The rest of the day was business as usual, the team had gotten a case in New York, they got their bags, and got on the jet. (Y/n) listened to the briefing, but soon felt exhausted. Morgan gave her a concerned look, but she waved him off, opening a file an dreading it. He looked over at Hotch, who just shrugged, and went back to looking over the files. When they landed Hotch split everyone up, (Y/n) was paired with Morgan. The two were on their way to the crime scene of the first victim. They gathered as much information as they could about the unsub, but whilst looking around, Morgan noticed (Y/n) had been spacing out and missing details she would have normally picked up.
“Hey Derek?”
“What’s up (Y/n)?”
“I think our unsub is a woman”
“I was thinking the same thing, we better get this to Hotch, it’ll change the profile”
On the way back to the station, (Y/n) called Hotch. Hotch had agreed with the findings, confirming that the same signatures were found at the second crime scene. With the new information, the team was able to give a complete profile. Within a few hours, the team with local law enforcement, were able to corner the unsub and arrest her. Shortly after she was apprehended, the team had boarded the jet on their way back to Quantico. When they arrived back at the office, (Y/n) noticed that there was a new stack of reports on her desk. She sat down at her desk and opened the first one. To her surprise, the file was closed and put back on top of the stack. She looked up to see Morgan,
“They can wait ‘til tomorrow (Y/n)”
“There’s a lot Derek, they aren’t going to do themselves. Just let me do a couple”
“You haven’t slept in two days, these reports can wait”
(Y/n) sighed, she knew that he wasn’t about to back down, she could see the determination in his eyes.
“Fine”
“Okay, let’s go”
“Go where?”
“I’m taking you home?”
“Derek I’m fine, I can drive myself home”
“You’re tired and I don’t want you getting in an accident”
“I’m not getting out of this one am I?”
“Nope”
“Okay, let’s go”
The car ride was silent. They quickly arrived at her house,
“Do you want to come inside for coffee or something?”
“I shouldn’t, you need to get some sleep”
“Are you sure? It’s late, I have an extra room if you want”
“No it’s alright, I’ll make it home okay”
“It’s late, I don’t want you to get in an accident”
“Using my own words against me? Okay, if you don’t mind, I don’t want to intrude or anything”
“Derek I wouldn’t have invited you in if you were going to intrude on anything. I’m single and live alone. But I do have a dog if that’s problem.”
“Not a problem at all”
“Alright, come on in agent Morgan”
(Y/n) led him into the house, and showed him the room he would be staying in. Then pointed out the room that she would be in.
“and I’m just down the hall, don’t hesitate to come get me if you need anything”
“Okay, thank you (Y/n) really, for letting me stay”
“No problem”
Hours later, (Y/n) was still awake, she got out of bed and went to the kitchen. She was filling a glass with water when Derek burst into the kitchen, gun drawn.
“Sorry I thought someone was breaking in”
“Nope, just me. Sorry if I scared you”
“You don’t look like you’ve slept at all”
“I haven’t”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know, I toss and turn, but I just can’t seem to get comfortable”
“Come on”
“Where are we going?”
“Just follow me”
She followed him down the hall to her bedroom. He pulled the covers back and got into the bed. He pat the space next to him, and (Y/n) lay down. He pulled her close to his chest, wrapping his arms around her and began tracing shapes into her back, soothing her. They lay like that for a while, and before she knew it, her eyes began to droop, and she soon fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

Time To Fess Up

Originally posted by sherrykinss

Request: for the anon who asked for a “Reid x reader where they are both in the BAU and are in love with each other but haven’t confessed. Reader thinks Reid is in love with Maeve (or someone else, totally up to you) so starts to distance herself and then Spencer confronts her and they both give this romantic, fluffy confession.”

A/N: Ok wow. This one has been sitting in the inbox for quite awhile and I feel bad about that. Finals really burnt me out and then I feel into the worse writing slump that I’ve ever had, but I’m happy to have finished this one and hopefully the slump might be ending! Anyways, this one is probably a smidgen more angsty than I intended for it to be, but it’s cute and fluffy at the end I promise! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: honestly other than some angst and maybe one curse word, there’s nothing to warn you about

Word Count: 2.5k

Rating: PG


“No! It has nothing to do with that,” Spencer laughed, resting the phone between his shoulder and head, trying to do his paperwork while continuing his conversation. You sighed in frustration and stirred more coffee into your coffee.  You’d joined the BAU team almost two years ago and had immediately clicked with all of the team members, particularly Spencer. Friendship had led to inevitable feelings for you, but there was one problem. You’d fallen into the friend-zone. This was breaking your heart. (Not Spencer being happy of course, that was the only good thing that had come out of all of this situation.) It was the cause of that happiness that was the source of your loathing. Maeve. Spencer had confided in you about her months ago, when you’d noticed him disappearing four hours a few times a week. You know what, it was fine when she was some disembodied voice on a telephone, but when she became a real person who the team had worked their asses off to bring back from an abduction alive it was your worst nightmare. That was when you’d realized he was in love with her. 

“(Y/N)!”, JJ said waving a hand in front of your face. You snapped out of the trance you hadn’t realized you’d fallen into and shook your head. 

“What’s up, Jayje?” you asked plastering a fake smile on your face. 

“Just bringing you more of those transfer forms that you were asking for,” she replied placing the stack of paperwork on your desk. “So, you’re really doing this huh?” she commented, leaning against her chair. 

“I’ll call you back,” Spencer said quickly hanging up the phone. 

“What’s going?” he asked leaning forward to gain you and JJ’s attention. 

“(Y/N)’s-”

“Late for meeting Morgan at the gym, so you’ll have to excuse me,” you said cutting her off as you stood up. “Not a word,” you muttered in her ear. “Have a nice day, JJ. Reid,” you replied curtly before making a b-line for the elevator. Spencer flinched at the short tone you had used with him and glanced at the stack of papers on your desk. 

“JJ, what was that about?” 

“(Y/N) asked me not to say,” she mumbled, smoothing out her skirt and collected the finished report from the last case that was sitting on your desk. 

“I’m not talking about this transfer or whatever it is you two are doing,” he said, crossing over to her, “I’m talking about why she has been giving me the cold shoulder.”

“Spence she’s not-”

“Please don’t lie to me,” he pleaded, “I just want to know what awful thing I did to make my best friend hate me.”

“Best friend or girl you are secretly in love with?” JJ asked before she could stop herself. “That’s not fair,” Spencer snapped, looking down. 

“Well, my question is still valid although you seem to have found someone who sparks your interest more these days”

“Maeve is just a friend. How many times do I have to say that?”

“A friend who you can’t go one day without talking to for at least an hour?”  

“I value her opinion.”

“There used to be someone else’s opinion you valued above everyone’s and she’s not going to be around much longer,” JJ hinted, subtly trying to clue him in without explicitly telling him. 

“JJ, what are you talking about?”

“Spence, I love you. You know I do, but this is something that you are going to have figure out for yourself or you are going to lose one of the best things that ever happened to you,” she replied, before walking back to her office leaving Spencer standing in the middle of the bullpen more confused than when the conversation started.


“Hey there Pretty Girl,” Morgan called as you strolled into the gym.

“Hey hot stuff, sorry I’m late. I had to discuss something with JJ and then change,” you explained, dropping your gym bag by the door. You’d swapped your usual work attire for a loose tank top, cropped yoga pants, and your Nikes. 

“Not a problem, I’ve got the whole afternoon open,” he replied, leaning against the wall. You laughed and stretched your arms over your head. Other than Spencer, you considered Morgan to be your best friend. “So you gonna tell me what this is really about?”

“Time for a little brush up on hand to hand. The last case was a little too close for comfort,” you lied. In reality, you were looking for an outlet to take out some aggression. 

“Uh huh,” Morgan muttered, clearly unconvinced. 

“Ready? Go,” you said lunging for him in an attempt to derail his train of thought. Derek knew you too well and simply side stepped. You turned on a dime and swung your leg toward his knees. He caught your foot in his hand and shoved you backward. You and Derek had been sparring together since you joined the team, and in that time you’d only beaten him once. In your current distracted state, you had no chance of winning. You steadied yourself and kicked again, this time swinging your leg up to strike his face. 

“So you asking for a transfer has nothing to do with Reid hanging around Maeve?” His question made you freeze up, foot stopping right next to his face, instead of following through. 

“What?” you demanded, still frozen. 

“Your ‘oh so secret transfer’, does it or does it not have something to do with Reid,” he asked, pushing your foot down to the ground. 

“How do you know about that?”

“Did you really think Penelope wouldn’t tell me?”

“I didn’t think she would see it until it was too late,” you grumbled, crossing your arms.

“How long has Hotch been sitting on that paperwork?”

“The first part, a week. I just turned in the rest of it earlier and I guarantee he’s going to hold it as long as he can or until I force him to file it. He’s not happy about this.”

“I don’t blame him. The team is losing a damn good agent and profiler,” Derek replied. 

“The team will be fine,” you insisted, grabbing your bag from where you’d dropped it, “Don’t try to talk me out of this, I’ve already made up my mind.”

“(Y/N), no one wants you to go but we want you to be happy,” he said walking over to you. “I’m just questioning whether or not this will make you happy.”

“I’m happy. It’s just time for a change,” you said slinging your bag over your shoulder. “I have to go.”

“In more ways than one it would seem,” Derek replied, tugging you into his arms, “if you do this, I’m gonna miss you, Pretty girl.”

“I’ll miss you too,” you told him sincerely squeezing his muscular form, “but there is no if. I’m doing this.” You strode out of the gym, shoulders only slumping slightly as you questioned your decision. You sprinted to your car and drove like mad to get home. You were desperate to shake that little seed of doubt that Derek had planted in your mind about your decision before it had time to take root. “Oreo,” you called to your kitty as you opened your apartment door, “I’m sorry I’m late. Are you hungry?” you spoke as you passed through the entry but froze. Spencer was sitting on your couch with your cat curled up in his lap, just purring away. A bowl of popcorn and two beers had been casually placed on your coffee table, while Doctor Who played in the background. “Um, Spence?” you muttered, mentally kicking yourself for giving him the spare key to your apartment. The sound of your voice finally caused him to look up from the book. 

“Oh (Y/N), hi,” he said closing the book and setting it on the back of the couch. 

“What are you doing?” you asked, dropping your gym bag and purse on the ground before heading to the kitchen to start dinner for yourself. 

“Well, I thought since we have the day off tomorrow, maybe we could do movie night?” he asked glancing over at you.

“Movie night?” you snorted, “We only do that when one of us is upset.” You shifted your weight from foot to foot as you filled a pan with water, and you could feel him staring at you. “I’m fine.”

“Clearly you’re not,” he insisted, getting up and walking to the kitchen much to Oreo’s chagrin. She pouted as she hopped up on the counter and sat by her food bowl. You shook your head at her before filling the bowl. “You’re upset about something, there’s talk of some kind of transfer, and on top of all that you’re avoiding me.”

“I am not,” you mumbled, setting the pot down on the cooktop, “I’m just working some stuff out.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s what?”

“C’mon (Y/N), I know you. You don’t do anything without getting other people’s opinions.”

“Spencer, you are the smartest person I know. So why don’t you use that big genius brain of yours, to put all that information together and figure out why I wouldn’t tell anyone,” you said turning to face him. He scrunched his eyebrows up together and you watched as the realization washed over his face.

“You’re leaving?”

“Probably,” you muttered, grabbing a box of spaghetti out of the pantry.

“Why? When? Where?” he asked, trying to deal with the new information. 

“Sex crimes,” you replied, breaking the spaghetti over the pot, “Remember Hotch leant me to them a month ago. Before I left, Agent Tyler told me if I ever was done with BAU there’d be a job open for me in his department and I’ve decided it’s time to move on.”

“But why? I don’t understand. You were happy until like a month ago,” he said, running a hand through his hair. 

“A lot can change in a month,” you mumbled, reaching over and smoothing a hand over Oreo’s fur.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t do that,” Spencer groaned, snatching your hand, “Don’t shut me out when I’m just trying to understand-”

“Well, this is one thing you can understand,” you insisted. 

“Then explain it to me.”

“Not possible.”

“Why? You just said that I’m the smartest person you know.”

“Spencer, please. I am trying not to hurt you.”

“You’re already hurting me by shutting me out, so just say it!”

“I’m in love with you, damn it,” you shouted, tearing your hand away from him and wrapping both arms around yourself. Spencer froze and just stared at you. There was no way that those words had come out of your mouth, no way. Right?

“What did you say?” he asked hesitantly. 

“I’m in love with you,” you repeated still hugging yourself, “and watching you fall in love with someone else is slowly killing me. I can’t do it anymore. You wanted to know, so there it is laid out plain as day. I know it’s my own fault for falling in love with my best friend who could never possibly into me that way, but I did and now that’s something that I’m going to have to deal with. I’m-” you were trying to explain but were abruptly cut off when Spencer took your face in his hands and pressed your lips together. It was your turn to freeze be confused. You settled into the kiss after a few seconds and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I don’t understand,” you muttered as you both pulled away to get some air. 

“Well, I thought that would have cleared some things up,”  Spencer chuckled, pressing his lips against your forehead, “but I didn’t just come here to have movie night. I came here to tell you something that I should’ve told you a long time ago, and now that you’ve expressed a positive sentiment about me this will go much more smoothly for me.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Well, to put it plainly, a few of our coworkers knocked some sense into me in regards to feeling but JJ really hit the nail on the head. She made it obvious that I was being a coward. I was content to watch the girl that had dazzled me and ensnared my heart from the moment I met her go about her life and make connections with other people without ever stepping up and going after what I wanted. Her. I did a lot of thinking this afternoon, and I realized that she was right. I had sat by and watched you live life, date other people, have fun, while I sat on the sidelines content that if I couldn’t be with you the way I wanted to be that I could still be in your life. I could live with that, but what I can’t do is be without you in my life. You make me a better person, inspire me to do things I never would’ve dreamed of doing, listen to me when I ramble or blurt out facts, and so many other wonderful things. I’m in love with you (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I am whole heartedly and undeniably in love with you. So, here I am laying my heart out for you and hoping that, if you’ll have me, you’d be willing to hold onto that heart even though you’ve already had it for quite some time,” he replied, holding you close, smoothing a hand over your cheek and wiping away a tear that had fallen from you eye. You were speechless the confession was so beautiful. Without a second thought, you crashed your lips into his and tangled a hand in his hair. He responded immediately, arms tightening around your waist. “I’m hoping that’s a yes,” he chuckled as you parted again. 

“Well duh,” you giggled and tried to stop the happy tears from running down your face as you brushed the hair away from his face. “I’m sorry I’m crying, I’m just really happy.”

“Happy tears are good.”

“I thought you and Maeve were-”

“Ah yes, that. When it first started, I think she and I were both actually considering a relationship of the romantic variety but we both realized that we were trying to replace other people who we were actually in love with,” he explained. 

“Well, I- oh crap.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I guess I should call Hotch to see if I can cancel that transfer.”

“I think you’re safe.”

“Why’s that?”

“I think Hotch hasn’t actually filed the forms yet. Penelope was snooping through the files on his computer when she found the email.”

“Well, everythign seems to have worked itself out,” you chirped happily, “and seeing as you’re here, still want to do movie night?”

“Absolutely, but first. These are for you,” Spencer said producing a bouquet of flowers from the sleeve of his cardigan. 

“How did you do that?” you laughed, taking the flowers and setting them in the vase on the counter. 

“A magician never reveals his secrets.”

“How on earth did I get so lucky to have you in my life?”

“I ask myself that question every single day,” Spencer admitted and kissed you again. 

Spencer Reid X Reader

Request: Can you do a Reid x Reader (dating please) where the Reader is anemic, you can do what you want with the story! It’s just that I’m anemic and I can’t find annnyyyy imagines where the reader is anemic, and yeah. Thanks! Xxx

A/N: Hey so I hope I succeeded at the Anemic part of the fic. I really enjoyed writing this little oneshot. I learned something new today :) I’m sorry if all of you out there are offended that at one point in this story I mentioned how Anemic is a disease but I did my research and it is. I mean it’s not contagious or anything. Anyways I’ll shut up now. ENJOY!

Warnings: None

Words: 1,031

Originally posted by toyboxboy

It wasn’t until about a month of dating Spencer Reid, that the 187 IQ genius put two and two together about your condition. You had never really appraised the need to tell him. It’s not that you were ashamed, not at all. It’s just whenever you experienced the symptoms, you weren’t around your awkward yet caring boyfriend. Well, other then maybe nausea or vertigo, but, you were always one to tough things out.
One day at work, though, Spencer had noticed your grimacing expressions at your desk behind him, obviously observing the fact you were in some sort of physical pain. It wasn’t the first time Spencer had seen you hurting, he just didn’t need to bring it up, not wanting to make you feel embarrassed in any way. Besides, it could easily be period cramps and that wasn’t a matter Spencer desired to discuss. But wait, the average menstrual flow lasted 3 to 5 days and Reid remembered correctly, two weeks ago you had subtly hinted the fact that you were on it. That wasn’t right. Women were only supposed to get it once every 28 days.
After moments of pondering and reminding himself of all the symptoms, you had had lately Spencer figured it out. Nausea, dizziness, shaking hands and weakness in your biceps. -That being the only thing Reid noticed.-  Spencer finally agreed with himself that you might have what’s called Iron Deficiency Anemia. Your boyfriend glanced back at you, who was rubbing your temples and keeping your head down, most likely trying not to cause too much attention to yourself. Luckily, Spencer always checked up on you so you weren’t the least bit appalled when your boyfriend came impatiently pacing toward you.
You rotated your head in the direction of Spencer, instinctively taking your hands away from your face to be polite.
“What’s up Spence?” You inquired, taking a tone that may have been a little too hostile to your liking. Your back was still hunched over, steadying both your arms on your desk, the only part of your body being turned was your head. If Spencer had perceived the slight unfriendly tone in your voice, he ignored it. The ends of your lips vaguely curved upward when you observed how eager Spencer was to steal an office chair from the desk across from yours so he could sit beside you.
“I have a question. Well, kind of a question, more like a hypothesis.” Your boyfriend informed you awkwardly, breaking eye contact with you more than once. You furrowed your eyebrows and squinted your eyes, now rotating your whole body toward Spencer, your interest being peeked. When you nodded your head for your boyfriend to go on, he did just that. “Lately I’ve been noticing the way your body has reacted when you haven’t eaten much, especially food containing iron.” Spencer began, causing a sigh to escape your lips. You had completely forgotten to inform Spencer about your condition! “Iron deficiency anemia is a common type of anemia that occurs when your blood doesn’t have enough healthy red blood cells.When your body doesn’t have enough iron, it can’t produce enough hemoglobin -a substance in red blood cells that lets them carry oxygen. Red blood cells carry oxygen to the body’s tissues and remove carbon dioxide. Not having enough working red blood cells may lead to tiredness and shortness of breath. Iron deficiency anemia usually develops over time as your body taps into the iron it has stored, then eventually runs out. It affects nearly three-
“Spencer,” You interrupted, already aware of the symptoms as well as reasonings to the disease. When your boyfriend stopped, he stared at you, clearly perplexed as to why you intervened. You lifted your arms from your sides and cupped Spencer’s cheeks, lightly pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I know, I have mild symptoms of anemia but I’ve never really gotten prescribed to anything considering it doesn’t interfere with my life that much.” You quietly mumbled, now pulling Spencer’s -blushing- face to yours until your foreheads touched.
“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” The genius softly questioned worriedly, lifting his arms up and wrapping his slender fingers around your forearm.
“To be completely honest, I never even thought about it. I’m so used to frequently getting it that it’s become an average occurrence in my life.” You explained, watching how Spencer’s eyebrows creased in confusion. You already knew what he was going to say next.
“B-but you said it didn’t interfere with your life.” The Profiler corrected, remembering vividly what you had informed him on. You chuckled, then lifting your hands and forehead off of Spencer.
“Aren’t you supposed to be a genius with an identical memory?” You teased, turning to your computer for a quick second to look at the time; 11:30 am. “I said ‘that much.’” You tenderly explained, now standing up from your chair, Spencer soon mirroring your actions.
“Where are you going?” Spencer asked anxiously when he saw that you were now putting on your brown peacoat jacket that was originally hanging off your office chair.
“Lunch!” You excitedly stated, now strolling toward the Bureau’s doors. When you knew Spencer couldn’t see your face, you frowned in discomfort, your migraine still bothering you. Spencer was right, you hadn’t eaten anything all day and you needed something in your stomach.  
“Wait for me!” You heard your boyfriend cry from behind you, soon feeling his fingers entangle with yours. You smiled from his touch, his phalanges having a frigid sensation against your thermal ones.
As the two of you roamed out of the building, taking gradual steps towards your car, Spencer squeezed your hand before talking.
“I recommend eating something high in protein. I suggest Meat, Poultry, Fish, Beans, Tofu, Dried fruits, Dark green leafy vegetables, such as spinach and chard, Iron-fortified foods, such as bread and cereals. Not eating enough of the above foods can put you at a higher risk of developing-
You kind of zoned out from there, already hearing this advice before. All you really cared about was getting some food in your stomach and eating it with Spencer Reid. You really did love that man.