EVERYTHING - criminal minds/mgg oneshot/imagines

S.R. -- drivers license -- angst

summary - i kind of made it the 'story behind drivers license' if that makes sense. the events that lead up to her writing this song in the future. it was requested on my tumblr - mggswhorificlover if you wanna look me up ;)

tw - fluff/angst, a bit of kissing, i think that's it?

wc - 4,349

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there was always a certain kind of tenderness when you would return home to visit your dad. you rarely got to do so, especially being in your sophomore year of college and having to study so often. so when any opportunity arose to see him, you took it as a blessing.

your dad had told you about a guy your age he had taken under his wing and began to mentor, you had just never met him. sebastian? samuel? his name escaped you. your dad had just mentioned how he was a little older than you, and a bit different than most people you would meet at the fbi academy.

because of knowing how much your dad liked this boy, it was no surprise that when you were dropped off by the taxi cab you took you saw a guy matching the description your father had given you a while ago.

there he stood, a book in hand as he leaned against the post of your dad's porch, completely unaware of the world around him. he was engrossed in the book, lost in another place you wondered if he would ever want to show you.

"y/n!" your dad began making his way down the steps of his cabin to greet you. "spencer, why don't you help her out a bit?"

"oh-uh, ri-right. yes, of course," he stuttered out before making his way to help you get the remaining bag out of the trunk.

"hi, spencer i assume?" you squinted, extending your had to shake his before remembering what your dad had told you. "oh wait, i'm sorry. you don't like hand shakes," you laughed off, retreating your hand and opting to just wipe your palm on your pants.

you finally got a good look at him. his hair was slicked back neatly, almost too neatly for someone in the fbi. his eyes were a bit sunken in, but not in a worrisome way, more in a way that made you wonder what those eyes had seen to make them that way. his nose, an adorable button nose that was a bit upturned at anything beneath him. lips, the doors of breath, the plump pinkness of them as he softly bit the inside of it from... nerves? habit. what words would fall out of them that would engross your being entirely.

he was attractive. maybe in a bit of an unconventional way, but in a way nonetheless.

"th-that's alright," he smiled softly as he took both bags from you and began taking them inside of the cabin to the room he knew to be yours.

"dad," you smiled as you wrapped your arms around him, him returning the favor. "i've missed you," you hummed against his shoulder.

"me too, sweetie. i'm glad your back," he pulled back, grasping your shoulders firmly. "how long are you staying this time?"

"1 1/2 months," you smiled. "that's why there's so much stuff," you huffed out a laugh as you motioned to the rest of the taxi, grabbing the remaining two bags only for him to grab them from your hands. "i can carry my own things, y'know."

"and i want to do something sweet for my daughter. let me live, why don't ya?" he teased as you both went into your room, spencer following behind after you made it past the living room.

it was similar to how you left it before college. there were pictures of your high school friends you weren't in touch with anymore, some of you in the marching band and others of you at the lake with a group of people. there were banners of the college you had once wanted to go, now overshadowed by your dreams coming true. your old paintings were displayed on the wall along with some family photos you had taken with stephen. there was your guitar in the corner, along with a keyboard and ukulele you had learned to play when you were little.