otp: all the feels

That Got Away: A Criminal Minds Fan-fiction Part 13

Inspired by: Katy Perry’s “The One That Got Away”

 Bill Withers’ “Aint No Sunshine”

Featuring: Spencer Reid x Reader   Setting: Season 4   Rating: Mature

A/N: This is seriously hard to wrap up guys. I appreciate you all reading this far. Get those tissues ready! Warnings: Slightly public Smut and this is SUPER long. xoxo Stu

I do not own the lyrics, images or characters from the show.

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This was the face you woke up to; the dewy-eyed relief of Dr. Spencer Reid. You felt like cotton balls had taken over your brain matter, but you were no longer in pain.

“Hi,” You said, sleepily. “What time is it?” You tried to sit up, but your body was so heavy. Spencer reached down and grabbed your right hand, sliding the remote for the bed’s hydraulic unit into your palm. Once you were nearly vertical, you took in the pathetic hospital room you had been granted.

“It’s nearly 6,” Spencer answered. “In the morning.”

“What a day, huh?” You tried to laugh, but your chest was bandaged. You rubbed your chest as the pain dulled, slightly.

“You have some bruising on your sternum, so that is why your chest is tender.” Spencer started to recite your chart. But you interrupted because that line was too good to leave there.

“But Sir-sir, I thought my chest was already tender.” You hummed at your self-amusement; drugs are nice. He rolled his eyes, sticking his tongue in his cheek at your raunchy pun.

“Yes, mon cher, it most definitely is.” Spencer sat down in the metal framed chair beside your bed. His face was serious now. “We have your aunt and Kurt Hansen, the bellhop, in custody.”

“And Michelle?” You asked, voice slightly hitching in alarm.

“She attacked Morgan and Prentiss had to stop her. I’m sorry, Y/N, but she’s dead.” Spencer rubbed along your forearm.

“Oh, good riddance,” You mumbled. You knew you should feel guilty about her death, but it just wasn’t coming to you. Not after all this.

“She was found with the murder weapon, Y/N,” Spencer continued. “It looks like she was the one who killed your dad. Miriam was probably the mastermind, but Michelle was the one.”

You yawned into your left hand, allowing all the information in. The past few days were a fairy tale in the earliest use of the phrase, dripping with viscous monsters and a speckle of unexpected romance. The surrealism of it was hitting you now. “Spencer, will you stay with me? I know I don’t deserve it, but will you be here when I wake up?”

He nodded, his brown eyes drowning in concern. “Of course, of course.” He bent over the railing on the side of your bed and kissed you goodnight. He sat back into his seat, pulling a tattered book from his satchel. You couldn’t read the title, but he did appear to be using an old scratch off as a bookmark. You smiled as the gentle hum of machines and the drips of their drugs whisked you away.


Hey, I oughtta leave young thing alone
But ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone

Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
Only darkness every day

The semester in Greece was a whirlwind. You had never been so possessed by your studies as you were walking the foothills and shoreline paths. The scenery was beyond all of your childhood fantasies. It wasn’t until your third week in Athens that you realized you had missed four phone dates with Spencer. Your stomach pitched as you realized how you would have felt if he had done that to you. How hadn’t you known how long you had been gone? What had you done?

You immediately left the cafe where you and your small group were eating lunch. You found a tourist cart and bought a postcard.  The rushed apology and quick small talk about his holidays were a weak attempt at atonement. It didn’t matter anyway; Spencer had moved and would never receive the letter.

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anonymous asked:

omg baby connor in the sink :'D I'm so excited!!!

I’m excited for you guys to read the new Bound to You chapter, anon! Connor’s bath time is a scene I’ve been planning to write for months, and it basically turned me into an emotional mess at my keyboard. Get ready for a serious attack of Olicity family feels!

When me and my friend were watching BATB17 for a second time we were talking about the Beast’s relationships with his servants. Now imagine: 

• The young prince following a late teen/early twenties Lumiere and copying everything he does and says, eventually getting that ‘dramatic’ personality Lumiere told Belle about. 

• Cogsworth giving the young prince the detailed history of the castle and the poor boy falling asleep on his feet.

• The young prince pressing an ear against Mrs. Potts’ pregnant belly and asking what she’ll name the baby. 

• Plumette taking a break from her cleaning to teach the prince how to dance because the tutors are so scary and aren’t good dancers to begin with.

• Garderobe and Cadenza teaching the prince how to sing and play the harpsichord.

• Chapeau always there to take the prince’s coat or catch him before he falls or help him find his mother because the castle is so big and the prince always feels too small. 

• Imagine the staff teasing the prince whenever a pretty little girl caught his eye.

• Imagine the staff singing Be Our Guest on the prince’s birthday. 

• Imagine the staff standing by his side at his mother’s funeral. 

• Imagine them sadly and reluctantly turning away when he came to one of them with teary eyes and a new bruise. 

• Imagine the prince turning cold toward them. 

• Because they weren’t just his staff they were his family, and a part of him always loved them.