#Spencer Reid rambling for 15 minutes

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I’m kinda in the middle of writing a little fic too but inspiration sucks

okay but anyway how about a little fic where spencer and reader are having just a quiet evening they made a nice dinner together and are just sitting on opposite ends of the couch doing their own thing maybe reader is crocheting (wink wink) and spencer is reading/doing Spencer-y things and they just find peace and comforting in this type of parallel play/ quality time together

i know it sounds boring but it sounds peaceful to me to have that kind of security and love that doesn’t need any words. and I think Spencer would love that too

Parallel Play

yes of course bestie!! i love this idea thank you <3

wc: 883

Spencer Reid is secretly a quiet man. 

At work, he could go on a rant or a ramble at the drop of a hat. He knows so much inside that beautiful brain of his that once he starts going on a topic, he wants to talk until he’s explained everything. Honestly, he could do a 15-hour Ted Talk if you let him. 

But at home… at home he’s quiet. They both are. 

Sat on opposite sides of the couch, Spencer has his feet up on the coffee table, he’s leaning back against the cushions with his Nintendo Switch in his hands resting on his chest, pretty close to his face as he works on a tough level of the newest Zelda game. He grew up never having any video games, so now, in his 40’s he’s finally getting the chance to experience the wonderful worlds that exist in the palm of his hands. His girlfriend, however, has her feet in his lap, she’s extended across most of the couch with her back against the armrest as she crochets a new pattern she’s been wanting to make. Even their cat has joined them, laying between her legs and the back of the couch, she’s all stretched out and sleeping away with both of her favourite humans at home. 

They’re so happy like this. Just quietly enjoying their time off while still together, still touching, they have a comfort show on for background noise and its perfect. 

She looks up from her project every once and a while, either because Spencer has mumbled something at his game or the current episode they have on is getting interesting. And each time she does look up, she finds herself staring at Spencer with a little smile. He’s just so cute like this. Totally enthralled in his game, his brows furrowed as he concentrates and his jaw a little clenched when it gets hard. 

When he finishes his level, or when he just pauses to have a breather, he reaches down to her feet that are resting in his lap and he grips her ankle. He runs his hand up and down her shin a few times, soothing himself and her in the process. He takes a few sips of water, he watches a couple minutes of the show and then he goes right back to his game. Still completely silent. Still completely content. 

By the time she’s done her crochet project, it’s a little after midnight and she’s tired. “Spence,” she whispers to him. 

He just hums, his brows go up to show he’s listening but his attention is still on his game. 

“You wanna go to bed soon?” 

He nods, “Let me…. Finish… this,” he says while mashing the buttons, clearly working on something. “And then we can.” 

“Okay,” she agrees. She moves her feet off his legs carefully so as to not scare the cat, but she wakes up anyway. She picks her up and gives her a couple pets as she moves in closer to Spencer’s side. 

“You okay if I watch?” 

He nods again, she only asked because sometimes the pressure of someone watching him play makes him do worse. But this time he’s fine with it. She leans her head on his shoulder and cuddles into his side to watch him play for the last few minutes of their quiet time together. 

She watches without a clue as to what is going on, he defeats a boss, he wins the level and he lets out a deep sigh as he clicks the game off and sets it down in his lap. He lifts his arm so he can wrap it around her, letting her snuggle in even closer to his chest and he kisses the top of her head a few times. “Tired?” He asks with a whisper. 

“Yeah,” she whispers back. 

“Let's go to bed,” he encourages, patting her arm gently.

She gets up with the cat still in her arms, Spencer turns off the TV and all the lights and meets her in the bedroom. She let the cat down on the bed and she immediately curls up into a ball at the foot of the bed, clearly also ready for a long night's rest. They change together, they brush their teeth together and then they slip under the covers together, too. 

The lights go off, they lay turn to face each other, each snuggled into their pillows, and they sigh almost at the same time. It hasn’t been a long day, but they’re still both exhausted. 

“I love you,” he says into the darkness. 

“I love you,” she replies with a smile. She leans in just a little closer and kisses him, once, twice and a third time for good measure. “I had fun today.” 

“Me too… we should do this more often.” 

“We really should.” 

Then they go quiet again. She rolls over to her other side, letting him spoon into her the way he always does at night. He wraps his arm around her middle, his hand resting on her stomach, he kisses her shoulder blade re situates his head on the pillow. “Goodnight, love.” 

“Night, Spence.” 

And that’s how they fall asleep. Quietly, in each other's arms, perfectly content with the little life that they lead. 

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Coffee and Changing Leaves (Pt.1??)

Summary:

After your friends leave you at a bar, you stumble into a coffee shop to meet a most handsome barista.

WARNINGS: Vomit mentions, generally being drunk, otc medication mentions

Pairing: Spencer Reid x f!reader

Tags: Fluff, Coffee shop AU, Reid is a student, use of Y/N

WC: 1.4k

A/N: I've never really written anything like this. Hope yall enjoy. Any feedback is appreciated! There may be a part 2 if this does well or if I feel like it

Your head pounded and your vision blurred. You staggered out onto the street, promptly puking on the sidewalk. Your friends had left you alone in some dinky bar after a so-called “girl’s night out”. It was 2, maybe 3 a.m.; either way, it was dark, with only the neon signs and streetlamps to light your way. You staggered through the streets, trying to find your apartment. You had walked here, living only 15 minutes away. But everything looked foreign now. You could have sworn that the old brick building was the coffee house you would always visit, but the face inside didn’t look like the one of your usual barista and there was no one inside. Like a moth to a flame though, you stumbled inside. 

The bell rang out with a small chime. It felt like the call of an angel. The bright lights hurt your eyes but the warmth was comforting. The smell of coffee grounds and floor cleaner wafted through the air. Soft music played through the speakers overhead. You just stood near the door, leaning against a table, trying to adjust. The barista came out from the back, already untying the apron from his waist. He had shaggy brown hair and slender hands. He wore glasses with a round frame and when he saw you he froze.

His voice was timid “Exc- excuse me but we’re closed.” You just looked up at him, at least best you could before covering your eyes again. Your voice was slightly raspy from all the off-tune and far too loud singing you had been doing,

“Look, I figured, just- if you could tell me what street I’m on, I’d really appreciate it.” He looked at you and pulled his apron over his head before walking towards you. Placing a soft hand on your shoulder he asked you “Are you ok?” “Yeah, just really, really drunk. And lost. Which is great.”

“Maybe I could walk you home, if that's alright. It’s like 3 a.m. right now. I’m Spencer by the way. Reid. Spencer Reid. What’s your name?” “Y/n” you answered curtly.

“Well y/n, let’s get you home, if it’s all good with you.” You don’t know why but you trusted him, and so you nodded and he walked close to you, letting you lean against him as he asked you a myriad of questions. “Where do you live? Why are you out alone? Why did your friends leave you behind?” Honestly, you didn’t have the guts to tell him they left you for a bunch of guys. You didn’t have the guts to tell him you were happy they left you alone at the bar. Spencer smelled like coffee and vanilla. You were sure you smelled like cheap margaritas and puke, but he didn’t seem to mind. As you walked the two blocks to your apartment he rambled about a thousand different things you didn’t quite understand. You found he was a student at the FBI academy and was learning to be a profiler. Then he explained what a  profiler was. He was far smarter than you were, and you were in awe, even in your drunken state. 

Finally,  you got to your apartment building. You insisted you were fine to walk in yourself, but as he saw your poor attempt at walking up the stairs, he grabbed your waist and helped you walk to your apartment door. His touch made your stomach flutter. You unlocked the door with a pronounced click and invited him in. He chuckled, saying that this was as far as his journey went, but that he’d love to see you around the coffeehouse. You apologized about a thousand times but he just placed a hand on your arm and told you it was fine and that you were drunk. You closed the door and slumped down, thinking that some coffee might just help with your upcoming hangover, or at least that seeing him would.

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The next morning you woke up on your couch, a half-finished bowl of cereal on the coffee table and the TV on Netflix’s ‘Are You Still Watching?’ screen. You sat up groggily. You had a killer headache and your feet hurt. You stretched as you grappled with what you could remember of last night’s events and cringed in embarrassment at the thought of you inviting a guy you just met into your apartment. You stood and dragged yourself to your bathroom, turning on the shower and letting the room steam up. You brushed your teeth and scrubbed the smell of last night’s drinking off of you. After wrapping yourself in your towel, you walked to your room. The curtains were closed and it was dark but you found your way to your nightstand lamp and then promptly laid down on your bed. You sank into the plush mattress and soft comforter. You sighed, happy you didn’t have work today before once again remembering Spencer. You remember he was tall and had longish, messy brown hair. You remembered that he was smart and kind but you mostly remembered his hands. They were strangely soft and yet strong. He had held you with an unusual kindness. He seemed shy but you also got the impression he knew exactly what to do in most any situation and would step up if needed. And as much as you hated to admit it, you had a crush on a man you barely talked to. You downed some aspirin you had on your nightstand and stood to get dressed. Picking out a cute outfit, perfect for the chilly fal weather, you collected your things and walked out of your apartment. You walked the two blocks and found yourself in front of the coffee shop you were at the night before. As you peeked inside, you saw a young blond woman, not the man you had met just 12 hours ago. You sighed in disappointment and with nowhere to go you found yourself walking aimlessly around your neighborhood. It was a crisp October day. The leaves were beginning to turn shades of gold and ruby. This part of the neighborhood was usually quiet, with only a few cars passing by every few minutes. You felt your phone buzz and saw a text from your boss asking about the recent project you had been working on. You never finished texting them back though before running headfirst into the body of none other than Spencer Reid. You looked up at him. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a white hoodie. He looked… cute. Your internal fawning was interrupted by the sound of his voice. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Are you ok?” “Uh yeah, I’m fine,” you replied as you looked up to meet his eyes. “Hey, it’s you! How are you feeling?” He asked excitedly as he offered a hand to help you up.

You chuckled “Much better thanks to you. Thank you for walking me home by the way. I was lost as a bat with no ears.” “A bat with no ears! That’s a good one!” he said but then his smile faded a bit, “Hey I gotta get going to work, but I’ll see you around. Maybe you can come order a coffee one day.”

“It’s a date!” Spencer walked past you but you were just frozen staring at the ground. “It’s a date!”? Really? That's the word choice you used? You absolute idiot! Now he’s probably gonna think you’re some sort of- You took a deep breath and shook away the negative thoughts. You figured it’d be weird if you showed up just after you had seen him, but at least you know he gets there in the afternoon on Sundays. You couldn’t get the thought of him out of your head. You watched your breath turn into a white puff and made the walk back to your apartment. It was cozy, which you guessed was another way to say small, but it served you well. It was one bedroom, one bath, a small kitchen and of course, your lovely conjoined dining room and living room. You sat down on your couch and opened up your laptop. The rest of the afternoon was spent replying to emails and working on the graphic design piece for your job. You worked for a large design firm and the was your first big project. You were excited, mostly for the pay, but were mainly nervous about hitting all the necessary deadlines. Only once your head started hurting from the light of the computer did you get up to make dinner. The smell of leftover spaghetti filled your home and you sat down, feeling incredibly, inexplicably lonely.

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real love baby

request: ofc ofc by the pookiest bear @madsmadeit

warnings: nah

summary: spencer takes you on a picnic after a bad day.

also: another car seat headrest joke in the bag

also also: this lowkey sucks cause i was in a slump whilst writing but i digress

song:

fit check:

reader

spencer

spencer reid x fem!reader

“i’m on the way home spence,” you texted your boyfriend for the 100th time today.

“alright princess.” you read from him, hearting the message then putting your phone down.

you closed your eyes and put your head on the car seat headrest as you thought of the horrible day you’d had.

it all started when you remembered spencer had a doctor’s appointment that day so the two of you couldn’t go into the office together.

his knee was being cleared so he could go back in the field, so hotch and derek insisted that he missed work to go to the appointment.

when you got to work, everyone in the bullpen had a major attitude problem.

they always acted like if spencer wasn’t there, the office just couldn’t function.

so you spent your whole day absolutely miserable.

at lunch, you dropped your coffee mug, causing coffee to spill all over derek’s shoes as he walked past you.

after he ripped you a new one, you were left with your sadness as the work day came to a close.

on the other hand, spencer spent the whole day scheming on a beautiful picnic at the park for the two of you.

a quiet picnic where you could just relax after this bad day sounded like a great start to the weekend.

so as soon as you arrived home, spencer wasted no time in wrapping you up in his arms.

“hi baby,” you huffed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and putting your hands in his hair.

“hi precious,” he hummed, pulling back and kissing your forehead.

“why’re you dressed spence?” you asked, gesturing to spencer’s full attire when usually he’d be in sweats.

“cause… we’re goin’ somewhere. so… go get that pretty little sundress on and then we’ll head out,” he hummed, kissing you on the lips gently.

15 minutes later, after you’d gotten changed, you and spencer loaded up into the car.

• • •

20 minutes later the two of you pulled into the park’s parking lot.

“so.. spencer, baby, love of my life,” you hummed, turning in your seat to face him.

“what’re we doin’ at the park?” you asked, perking up as spencer reached in the backseat and grabbing a small picnic basket and a tote bag.

“we, my precious baby, are having a picnic. since i know that you love them and being around nature for at least 20 minutes can significantly reduce your stress levels and…” he rambles, but you soon cut him off with a grateful kiss.

“i’m so enthralled by you spencer,” you said breathlessly, turning to open the car door and hop out.

you ran around to the drivers side and stuck one hand out for the tote bag and one hand out for spencer’s hand.

the two of you found an empty part of the park and laid out a blanket.

seeing as it was only 6:15 and the sun was still high in the sky, there were only a few children and older folk around the park.

spencer sat down on the blanket and pulled put a few small sandwiches and a box of cookies from the bakery in town.

you tucked yourself close to him, pulling your legs up under you.

the two of you ate in silence as you rambled on about the parts of the day you left out via text.

whenever the two of you had finished eating, spencer reached into the tote and pulled out a book the two of you had been reading.

“come,” he hummed, uncrossing his lanky legs and patting his thigh.

you took this as a cue to lay your head on his lap.

once situated, spencer took out the homemade book mark you’d made him and sat it gently on the blanket beside the two of you.

before spencer could start where you left off, you opened your eyes and looked up at him.

“spence?”

“hmm..?” he asked, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as the slipped down.

“i love you,” you hummed, closing your eyes again and resting your hands on your tummy.

“i love you too baby,” he smiled, opening up the book again.

“alright chapter 3… real love baby…”

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Doing a "who's most likely to" thingy but the answers are based on my DR:)

Who's most likely to-

1. Get arrested?

Hotch and Spencer. (let's be honest, they would make amazing unsubs with minds like that)

2. Act on a crush?

Rossi. (he would not hesitate. Derek claims its him but if he actually likes someone he will panic and avoid talking to them)

3. Join the army?

Hotch. (it would be like going to the gym for him yk, wouldn't feel a thing)

4. Win the lottery?

JJ. (buys them for fun and habit cuz her mom used to buy those every once in a while, except she's lucky and has won 5k as a teen and a motorcycle when she joined the BAU (she sold it))

5. Be late to an event?

Derek. (would claim its because Pen took too long to do her makeup but its actually because he does everything last minute and keeps dragging out leaving the house)

6. Lose their phone?

Garcia. (she has at least 3 phones in her bag but somehow always forgets one when we go out, once used my phone to text Derek and he thought I was confessing to him)

7. Always carry a pen?

Rossi. (has one specific pen that he wont share and it's a obligatory part of his outfit)

8. Start a fire?

Emily. (exploded our microwave heating up a coffe, Hotch made her buy a new one and she's now banished from the kitchen, only uses when one of us goes with her)

9. Go surfing?

Derek. (it's a talent, didn't know he could surf until after his 30s)

10. Cheat on a test?

Honestly everyone but Spencer... (Reid would be too scared to cheat but knows the answers anyway. I imagine if it's a work test to see if they're able to work, everyone would know which answers they're supposed to give. Hotch and Rossi have and would absolutely manipulate those exams to be able to work)

11. Cheat on a partner?

Derek. (Before Savannah, wouldn't cheat physically but got bored of his gfs really fast and would think of others while they're together. Eventually made them broke up with him so he wouldn't be the bad guy, canon)

12. Talk in their sleep?

Spencer and Emily (Spencer just rambles inaudible words but Emily is full on weird random phrases, she tries not to sleep in front of the team or else they'll tease her for it, JJ has a notebook with things Em said when they shared rooms)

13. Get a weird tattoo?

Garcia. (look me in the eye and tell me she never got a badly made tattoo before she joined the team, I dare you. Has a butterfly and some weird unidentified object/animal on her back she got while drunk, she does not remember getting it)

14. Adopt a stray dog?

Garcia and JJ. (while I think none of them would adopt any animals because of work, I do see them taking care of the stray dog to later give them to adoption yk)

15. Become bald-headed

Derek and Emily. (Derek for obvious reasons and Emily because she would totally shave her head if someone dared her)

16. Blow all their money on a impulse buy?

Garcia and Hotch. (Garcia is also a obvious one but Hotch would totally spend a tone if he saw something Jack has mentioned before, wouldn't hesitate)

17. Have a million followers on social media?

Garcia and Rossi (I would totally follow her on IG and Twitter, and Rossi because of the books, maybe he even buys followers... marketing reasons)

18. Cancel plans at the last second?

Hotch. (Already did that, has no problems cancelling plans unless it involves Jack)

19. Throw a fit during a game of monopoly?

Spencer and Derek(Already did, refuses to play again, everytime Derek makes him remember he almost cries. Derek is a sore loser)

20. Sleep anywhere anytime?

Emily. (I mentioned before that she tries to not sleep in front of the team and she really does but not always succeed, plane naps are the best for her)

21. Be the first one to die during a zombie apocalypse?

Derek. (thinks he could survive and would try to prove, would die in his 3rd zombie. I would also say Spencer but he would probably be so disgusted by the zombies that he wouldn't even go out to fight them)

22. Be the next USA president?

Hotch and Rossi. (ppl told Hotch he could but he refuses to believe, thinks politicians are dirty and thats an offence to him. Before his retirement Rossi was extremely involved with politics, after he came back and changed his mentality he thinks the same as Hotch (besties))

23. Be a stand-up comedian?

Rossi. (italian jokes, has a notebook with jokes he's heard along the way)

24. Start their own business?

Also Rossi, and Emily (Rossi would open an Italian restaurant that plays jazz all night. Emily would open a bar, totally safe for women. Free tequila shots for the ladies every now and then, calls you a uber and has ppl to accompany you if you need help, banishment rule If guys are being 🤮🤮🤮, bathrooms are safe for trans and nb ppl)

25. Be my best friend forever?

Emily. (the absolutely greatest friend you could have. made her my kids godmother)

26. Become a professional gambler?

Spencer. (do I need to explain?)

27. Have more than 10 piercings?

Garcia and Emily (both have had their ears full pierced but took it all off when they started working, Pen still used some of them when we go out)

28. Leave everything and move to another country?

Hotch. (already did... would be angry at himself if it had to happened after he joined the team)

29. Lock themselves out of the house?

Garcia. (most of the times she's too drunk to even remember where her house is, the few times she remembered she also lost her key during the front yard walk to her door, called morgan and he found her asleep on the floor)

30. Become a nun?

JJ. (grew up in a extremely religious family, wanted to be one before her sister died.)

found the questions on pinterest, just search "most likely to questions"

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with a little help | s.r

summary: in which two co-workers need a little help from their friends… requested?: Yes! Requested by @night-sky-full-of-stars request: “hello lovely! I absolutely adored at first sight! would I be able to request a spencer reid x plus size fem!reader? a mutual-pining story where she's also in the BAU as a psychologist and they're both too shy to make the first move? bonus points if the other BAU members try to nudge them along a little. thank you! your writing is immaculate 🤍 (also no pressure for timing or length, you got this x)”

pairing: spencer reid x plus size fem!reader category: fluff

content warnings: a little bit of insecurities towards the end, but mostly just pure, tooth-rotting fluff and mutual pining, s7 reid because he has my heart 

word count: 1k+

Running late to work was not something Y/N L/N was used to in her normal routine, but, today was different. The train from D.C to Quantico was usually on time, especially for the train Y/N having to take, arriving at 5:30am to get to Quantico by 7, making space if changes were to happen. But, the train was running late more than usual and it had stressed her out awfully. 

“Y/N, hey.” 

She recognized that small, but familiar voice anywhere. The voice, in fact, being fellow FBI employee, profiler Dr. Spencer Reid. Her eyes looked up from her nails she was picking at to Spencer who stood awkwardly gripping his satchel. 

“Spencer, hi. I didn’t know you took this train.” 

Spencer shook his head, shuffling awkwardly, before settling his feet. “I don’t, normally, but I didn’t finish some paperwork because we got back so late from the most recent case, so I decided to go up early.” Y/N smiled at this. She never figured Spencer was the type to not get anything done, especially with how he was. Reading 20k words a minute, an IQ of 187, and his eidetic memory served well within the BAU, making him the smartest on the team, at least in Y/N’s mind. 

That made sense, considering she had been harboring a liking for the man for the past two years, since her first day of being a psychologist for the BAU when needed, but mostly for other departments in the Bureau. The train finally pulled into the station, it being 6:15 in the morning. The two boarded. “So, I’ll see you-” “Would you like to sit with me?” The two agents talked over each other, making the two share a small smile. 

“Oh, sure, Spencer.”

She walked over to where the tall man chose to sit, sitting next to him. “So, how was the case, anyway?” Spencer’s face lit up, which would be surprising to anyone who didn’t know Spencer, but only knew his line of work. Lighting up at the mention of talking about serial killers? What a Spencer Reid thing to do. 

“Well, it was actually a bit of a long one. This guy had been copying the Zodiac Killer, basically killing as a set-up to impress his childhood friend who had recently gotten engaged.” Spencer rambled. Y/N listened as he continued to talk animatedly about the case he had just returned from. 

The train had come to a stop 45 minutes later, the two timed it, high-fiving as it came to be fourty-five minutes, and not a second later. Spencer and Y/N walked together to the Quantico Headquarters, quietly conversing between the two of them. 

As the two walked in together, Penelope nudged her coworkers, watching as Y/N walked over to them, and Spencer walked over to make himself a cup of coffee. “Hi, Penny,” Y/N mumbled, walking over to her. “Oh my goodness, are those new jeans? Because they look absolutely amazing on you, I mean, your curves, I’m totally-” Y/N grabbed Garcia by the shoulders. “Yes, Penny, they’re new jeans. You’ve shopped with me before. A lot of shops don’t accommodate women in my size, so I actually got pretty lucky with this one shop."  

“Amen to that, sister.” 

Garcia smiled, hugging the girl once again. Spencer walked up to Y/N after a few minutes, handing her a mug. “I, um, know you don’t like coffee, so I made you some tea.” Y/N bit her lip, trying to hide a smile. “Wow, um, thank you, Spencer.” She took a sip of her tea, humming in enjoyment. 

Y/N joined Penelope, Emily, and JJ who were stood near Emily’s desk. “JJ, how’s Henry?” JJ, being the way JJ was, jumped at the opportunity to talk about her son, which all the women enjoyed.

“Pretty Boy? Are you listening?”

Spencer snapped his head over to Derek’s direction, who leaned against the younger man’s desk, smirking. “See something you like?” Reid’s eyes widened, spluttering out incomprehensible noises. “You like her, don’t you, kid?” Spencer couldn’t help but look down at his shoes. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

But, Spencer knew he was caught. He made it annoyingly obvious he was staring at the girl as she awed and smiled as JJ showed the woman pictures of her child.

How could he not like her though? How pretty her smile was, the way her eyes sparkled and lit up when talking about something she thoroughly enjoyed, or the curve of her waist, even down to her thighs.

Was that weird that he thought about her like that when she probably never thought of him at all? That had definitely run through Spencer's mind plenty of times, but that didn't stop him from becoming infatuated with the girl, pining over her day after day.

Derek laughed. “Alright, well, if you don’t, maybe I’ll see if Y/N wants to go to dinner with me tomorrow night.” He stood up, causing Spencer to be, shockingly, the fastest Morgan had ever seen him move in the 7 years he’d worked with Reid. 

Across the room, Penelope Garcia also had a plan up her sleeve. “So, Y/N, Spencer's pretty cute, don't you think?" She smirked. Y/N looked between Garcia, Emily, and JJ, then to the guys across the room and back to the girls.

"'Course he is. Have you seen him? Although, I never picked him as your type, P."

Garcia giggled. "Oh, honey. He's not. But, what's your type?" Y/N looked over at her and glared, knowing exactly what she was referring to. "Penny..."

Emily looked between the two. "I feel like we're missing something.." Garcia nodded. "Let's just say, our favorite girl genius has been lovingly doting on our resident genius for months now, spilling how attractive she finds him after, hm, what is it? A glass and a half of wine?"

Y/N sheepishly smiled. She recalled the nights she was drunk where all she could remember at the time was Spencer. The way he talked, walked, dressed, and his mannerisms. Everything about the man starting from his sandy brown hair all the way down to his black converse, she loved it all.

The two meet in the middle of the room, spluttering out words including “like”, “date”, and “tomorrow”. Spencer then takes a breath before speaking. “Y/N, I really like you, and I was hoping, maybe, I, uh, could take you to dinner tomorrow night?” 

Y/N looks down at the floor of the bullpen. “Are you sure you’d wanna go out with me? I’m sure I’m not Dr. Reid’s type and all..” She recalls seeing what Maeve had looked like, so going from Maeve to her made thoughts run all through her head, thinking Spencer wouldn’t want to be with her. 

“You’re kidding, right? Looks don’t matter to me. All I can about is if we’re happy, and what’s on the inside; your personality is the only thing I care about, and, of course, if you can get along with the team. Which, you can. Besides, you’re so pretty, and funny, and just… everything I could ever ask for.”

Y/N smiled softly before looking up at Spencer, extending her hand. He takes her hand in his and shakes it, confused nonetheless. 

“It’s a date, Dr. Reid."

She linked her arm through his as they walked to the other side of the bullpen. "As long as we’re talking terms though, the tea you made me? I’m going to need you to make me that every day..” 

r is writing... this is my first time writing for a specific type of character, so I really hope you enjoy it. I really like the direction I went with it, but, then again, that is just my personal opinion. Again, thank you for the request!

r is signing off...

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[angelaofwhite800]

Criminal minds X victim reader (One shot)

Summary: Y/n is the victim of a kidnapping and child fighting ring. She manages to escape and find the help of a few certain criminal profilers that she's heard of. she's a long way from home and needs help getting back

A/N: This is my first time posting something like this. I decided to just post this little part one to see if anyone would actually be interested at all, and if you guys like it ket me know and i can do a part two!

!WARNINGS!: mentions of violence and murder and kidnapping, crying

  Y/n waited anxiously on the front steps of the Library. She had been watching and waiting and planning for a few days now. She knew what she had to do and she was scared, but she knew it was the right thing to do. As she saw the tall young man with messy brown hair walking up the steps she took a deep breath, gathered her courage, and stood up and approached him. He was about to pass her, not noticing her at first, so she called out to him

  “Dr. Reid!” She called out. Dr. Spencer Reid turned back around and looked at her confused “You are Dr. Spencer Reid, with the Behavioral analysis unit of the FBI? Right?” Spencer cocked his head to the side and took a step closer to the unfamiliar girl 

  “I’m sorry, have we met before?” Being stopped by a 15 year old girl who he’d never seen before wasn’t on his list of things that planned to do for the day, but here he was anyways

  “Umm, no, sorry. I’ve read about your work, and your team’s work. Umm, My name is Y/n. Y/n L/n” Y/n said nervously “I would shake your hand but I have this thing with germs, I-i don’t really- It’s just- strangers, ya know?” Y/n rambled on quickly

  “No no, its okay Y/n, I’m the same way” Spencer said in an attempt to calm her down. She was clearly panicking, but he couldn’t for the life of him figure out why. Spencers words did help though. Only a little bit, but they helped

  “Umm, I was wondering if I could talk to you for a minute?” Y/n asked. Spencer checked his watch for a moment and then nodded. Y/n smiled and they stepped off the steps to a few tables that were on the sidewalk outside the library. Y/n shifted in her seat uncomfortably. She was scared. She knew that she needed to tell someone and get help and that this might be her only shot, but she was still scared. She didn’t want to get in trouble. She was pretty sure she wouldn’t but still

  Spencer was of course taking in all the details he could about this interaction and about y/ns behavior. He noticed how nervous she was, the shifting in her seat, checking her surroundings, picking at her skin. But he also noticed things about her appearance. He hair was dirty and tangled. Her clothes were worn, and she had bags under her eyes. Given the strange nature of the interaction alone, he was set slightly on edge from the beginning. Coupling that with the bad feeling he had in general and with how much this interaction reminded him of one he’d had with a young boy years prior, he was not feeling great about this so far. But nevertheless, he sat, and he waited for her to speak so he could listen

  “You know a lot about the law and stuff, and I just needed to know, umm… If someone kills someone who was going to kill them, will they still go to prison?” Spencer could feel the color drain from his face at Y/n’s question. Spencer leaned forward slightly and spoke quietly

  “Y/n… Did you kill someone?” He asked, worry and dread laced in his words. Y/n was avoiding eye contact and picking at her fingers. The thoughts and memories of everything that she’d been through caused her eyes to tear up. She opened her mouth to speak but her words got caught in her throat. All she could do was nod her head slightly as she kept her gaze fixed on her hands which were set in her lap. Spencer leaned back in his chair and ran his hand over his face letting out an exasperated and bewildered sigh. “Do you want to tell me what happened?” Y/n kept her eye fixed on her hands, but nodded her head again slowly. As she gained her composure Spencer did the same. After a few more moments, Y/n spoke

  “A while ago, I think a month or so, someone grabbed me on my way home from school. They took me to this place… I was cold and it smelled like mold and gasoline. There was someone there when I got there, a boy, my age. At first we just talked for a few days, tried to find a way out. But then the person… they came back…” As she spoke her voice kept breaking and Spencer could tell just how hard talking about this was. “They said that one of us had to… One of us had to die… or he was gonna kill both of us” As the words left Y/ns lips she broke down and started sobbing. Spencer got up and walked around the side of the table to Y/n. He knelt down in front of her and put his hand on her shoulder 

  “Y/n look at me.” He said firmly. Y/n lifted her head to look at Spencer. He looked at her with compassion and empathy, but he was still being firm and being very serious “I need you to tell me what happened next?” Y/n nodded and continued through her tears

  “ I didn’t want to hurt him, but her came after me with a rock he found on the ground…” Y/n closed her eyes tight as the memories started coming back stronger. She pushed through and kept talking “I didn’t want him to die, I just wanted him to not hurt me… after it was over, someone came in and took him away… They brought someone new in every few days…” Y/n could keep going anymore and the sobs started coming through again. This time Spencer pulled her into a hug and let her cry into his shoulder. At first Y/n just sat there crying, but after a few moments she grabbed onto Spencer and hugged him as tight as she could

  “It’s okay Y/n. It’s not your fault. You did what you had to do to survive, and you’re safe now.” Spencer tried to comfort her the best he could, but she just needed to cry for a while and have someone hold her. Spencer just kept telling he that she was safe and that it wasn’t her fault. Eventually Y/n stopped crying and Spencer stood up. “Y/n will you come with me to talk to my team?” Y/n looked at him scared. She stood up from her chair abruptly and was mentally preparing herself to run, reprimanding herself for trusting the authorities. Spencer realized he had scared her and tried to explain “You’re not in any trouble. I just want to do whatever we can to make sure that the people who did this to you get caught. And I want to make sure you get home safely” Y/n looked at him cautiously for a few more moments before relaxing again and nodding. Spencer smiles at her and the two of them head off to the BAU 

  People were looking at the two of them very strangely on the way in the building, but Spencer just quickly guided her inside and to his unit. Spencer’s team members gave him some odd looks as they saw him marching Y/n in as well, but he ignored it all, taking her straight up to Hotch’s office. Agent Hotchner was on the phone and looked at Reid shocked when he barged in with no knock or explanation with some random kid

  “Reid, What the hell is going on, I’m in the middle of-” Spencer cut him off

  “With all due respect sir that can wait, you need to hear this” Hotch Was shocked, but the look on Spencer’s face said everything he needed to know to hang up the phone without asking a single follow up question. Spencer explained everything you has told him to Hotch and to say he was speechless was an understatement. Y/n, Reid, and Hotch, spent upwards of the next hour talking about everything. Talking about when this happened, talked about how Y/n wasn’t even from Virginia, she was from Pennsylvania. How many kids had come in and out while Y/n was there. And most importantly, how Y/n escaped 

  “Alright, tell me one last time Y/n” Agent Hotchner said

  “After I was there for a while I decided that I wasn’t going to play theri sick game for them anymore, and I needed to escape. So when they made me and the next kid fight, I pretended to lose. Then they dragged me out and left me in the middle of the woods” Reid and Hotch looked at each other as if having a silent conversation before looking back to Y/n. “I started running and I ended up in this city” 

  “Y/n, do you think you would be able to take us to the place they left you?” Y/n thought hard for a moment before shaking her head

  “I don’t remember where it is, I’m sorry.” 

  “Thats okay” Hotch said

#criminal minds #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x victim reader

[aquanova99]

Night Terrors

(Spencer Reid x Reader)

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A/N: first criminal minds fic! This is based on that one episode in season2 you know the one, episode 15. I don’t think there’s anything too triggering but again as with all of my work if you could handle the show everything should be fine in what I wrote

Summary: Reid is struggling with coming to terms after his kidnapping. He desperately needs to be able to process his feelings, will y/n be able to help him through it? What happens when she finds the vial in his bag?

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It was unbelievable. Y/n knew the second her phone screen showed Penelope Garcia that something was wrong. She only ever called y/n if they weren’t on a case, which they definitely were on, in fact they were supposed to be back by now.

“What’s going on?”

“Okay I’m going to need you to stay calm but I did promise Reid I would call you if something happened to him, so I’m sure you can guess that something happened.”

“Penelope. What happened?”

“We’re still looking for him?”

“WHAT?”

“Y/n try and relax everyone is working really really hard to find him okay?”

“Why was he alone in the first place?”

“Uhm well he wasn’t exactly. Him and JJ, got separated when they were chasing the unsub.”

“Why the hell did they get separated? How does that even happen?”

Penelope was panicking. She never had to make these calls. On top of that she wasn’t really sure if the answer anyway. Y/n was her friend outside of work. Reid had met her at one of the classes Gideon had taught at. She was a teacher just interested in spotting dangerous people. Said it would help her job, Spencer’s had told her it could be seen as suspicious that someone that has no need to go to a class for serial killers would show up there. Y/n began giving out statistics about serial killers and women and children abductions.

Reid would never out right admit it to Garcia but he had been completely smitten. Of course Reid never thought someone like y/n could return his affections. He was too…odd. That was putting it nicely he had though, he was sure others would have much stronger words for his personality. He didn’t miss that y/n never interrupted his ramblings. Even at work he knew he would get told to be quiet once his eidetic memory and rambling got too incessant. Y/n would often listen to several minutes of him talking even asking him questions about things she didn’t understand, it only added to his feelings. Reid had no idea she was listening because she thought it was cute when he did that, and not because she was just being nice, as he often told Penelope.

After knowing eachother for several months and seeing how dangerous the job would really get, y/n began to get nervous often asking Garcia and Reid for updates. Neither of them blamed her, Reid had told her what happened to Elle but it wasn’t until Hotch had to pretend to hate Reid by beating him up that y/n got worried. Reid had played it off but she had seen how it affected him. He would often times go to a shooting range to try and better his aim. To calm her down Reid asked Garcia to promise to tell her if anything happened to him, then she wouldn’t have a reason to worry. He had never really thought he would be in this predicament. The worst part was that it worked, y/n didn’t need updates because that meant her best friend was safe. So the phone call from Penelope was killing her. All she could do was wait.

She got a link from Penelope, y/n should have never opened it. While Garcia had done this in good faith so she would be kept in the loop, seeing Reid all beat up and that guy forcing him to choose a “sinner” to kill. Y/n remembers shutting off the computer she wouldn’t see her best friend hurt like that. She would wait.

And so she did. Two days went by before she finally received a call that they had found Spencer, shaken up but definitely alive. Y/n didn’t hesitate to rush to the airport.

Reid had understandably been pretty silent. JJ had tried to see if he wanted to talk about it but but Morgan had told her to give him space. They had an unspoken bond those two, Morgan sat next to him and almost acted as his bodyguard until they landed. Penelope had waited to tell him that y/n was probably waiting for him, she figured he didn’t need to stress over anything else, she was right. The second she told him he began speed walking out of the airport. Penelope had kept y/n in the loop about when they had taken off so she had rushed over and was waiting for them to land. She tried her best to keep it together, getting her tears out before Spencer arrived. She knew he had gone through something terrible and was determined to be the one there for him and not the other way around.

She had seen him first, “Spencer?”

He didn’t even notice he stared running until he got her and enveloped y/n in a hug. Squeezing her so tightly he slightly lifted her off the ground. Reid was always the reserved one but he didn’t care right now. Y/n had been something that had been a ground. Something he could tether to. He wasn’t quite sure where he would be if he didn’t have have her, more broken than he already was probably, he thought.

Y/n pulled back to push the hair out of his face and examine him. She could tell he was in pain still, but she also knew well enough on when to push and when to wait. Especially since he was starting to breathe really quickly, almost as if he was starting to panic. She grabbed his hand and while this usually would have made Reid malfunction, the action again calmed him down. And the two walked out leaving a very confused BAU behind.

“Wait. Reid’s never mentioned anything, wh-who is she?” JJ asked

“Oh she’s a mutual friend of ours.” Penelope said as if that explained everything

“Wait babygirl. I’m driving back with you. I need more information.”

Penelope and Derek continued to have their banter on their way out. Hitch and Gideon shared a knowing look before departing themselves. everyone remembering that while they were all a cohesive unit there were some parts of their life that were unknown to one another.

The drive to Reid’s apartment was mostly silent. Y/n knew it was better to wait to ask him anything but his leg shaking made her anxious he was always the rational, calm one. Reid on the other hand was wondering what y/n would think of him when he told her what he had done. No matter what anyone told him, he had killed someone. Not to mention he hated how weak he had felt. On top of everything he was terrified to close his eyes tonight. How was he supposed to tell y/n any of that? He began to nervously bite his hands, y/n didn’t know what else to do and instinctively put her hand on his leg. Reid jumped a bit but began to relax almost immediately.

“Sorry. I don’t know why I’m so jumpy.” He spoke so quietly he worried y/n didn’t hear him for a second.

“Yes you do. But it’s okay. We’re going home now.” She was looking straight ahead but smiled to try and lighten the mood a bit. Luckily for both of them it worked. Now Reid was stuck on her words, he knew she meant he was taking him to his home but the way she had said ‘we’re going home now,” seemed to short circuit his brain.

I wish, he thought. He suddenly noticed her missing hand as she was starting to takeit back and he reached out to grab her hand. Y/n stiffened a bit, she wasn’t expecting Spencer to ever act like that with her.

“Sorry, I wasn—“ y/n squeezed his hand before he pulled it away

“It’s fine Spencer, don’t apologize.”

Well, what did that mean? Reid wondered, and why did y/n make it so easy for him to lose his train of thought.

Y/n puller her hand away and grabbed her bag handing it to Reid, “I got you some snack in case you were hungry.”

Reid could feel tears prick his eyes, she was always trying to take care of him.

“There’s

It didn’t take long to arrive home and Reid began to worry about what would happen next. Every movement seemed so mechanical he didn’t even notice when the two had made it inside.

Y/n had been quiet hoping Reid would talk to her own his own, didn’t he trust her?

“Do you—uhm do you want to talk about it?” She asked nervously

Reid froze, of course he wanted to talk to her. She was the only one he wanted to talk to and his words were still failing him. “Uhm, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He heard himself say

“Oh…okay.” Damnit, now she was going to think it wasn’t a good idea to talk to her. He just meant he didn’t think she would want to hear it. It had always been hard for Reid to talk to people but with y/n the last thing he wanted to do was push her away by being himself. Still, he felt the most comfortable around her so why couldn’t he vent about everything he’d just went through.

“Alright well I’ll see you later then?” Y/n began heading towards the door, Reid began tripping over himself trying to stop her

“Y/n wait it’s not—“

“It’s fine Spencer really…”

*clink*

The vial. The damn vial. As he had reached for her hand his bag had moved from his shoulders and the once hidden vial was now laying on the floor.

“Spencer. What the hell is this?” Y/n asked as she picked up the vial from the floor

“Nothing.”

“Good, then you won’t mind if I take this then.” Y/n hated when people thought she was dumb, and Reid knew that. He also knew how stubborn she was about to become

“Y/n please. I need it.”

Her eyes softened, something about Reid begging for whatever was in this pulled at her heart. Still, she knew better. Something was wrong with this.

“What. Is. It?”

“You don’t want to know.”

“Try me.”

“It’s going to help me relax. I need it.” Reid reached for the vial in her hand be she was quick to snatch her hand back.

She took a few steps toward the door.

“Y/n please.” Reid was almost whimpering in front of her, she knew that this might be something that pushes Reid away from her but his well-being came first to her. She turned and smashed the tiny glass bottle from the floor of his apartment. The tiny shatter being heard from the floor below. She knew this wasn’t going to end well and she closed the door to not garner any unwanted attention.

“If you really need it I’m sure you have the connections to get more. I’m not going to help you hurt yourself.”

She did have a point if he really did want Reid knew he could get it but that would be admitting he had a problem and what would happen to his job afterwards. Still, he was angry he didn’t care at the moment and while he knew he was probably going to regret his next few words he couldn’t stop himself from yelling at y/n

“Wh-why would you do that? You have no idea what I went through? I needed that!”

“Well I would if you told me! You would have regretted taking whatever was in there anyway.”

“I. Need. It. How else am I supposed to sl—to calm down! To forget?! That was the only thing that quieted everything, the voices, the fear everything was gone and you just threw it away.” Spencer sat in his chair and covered his face with his hands. He was almost rocking back and forth now.

Y/ns heart felt heavy. She knew he had gone through something terrible but why would he have had that during those two days? Y/n realized that he was right she had no idea what he had gone through. Still she didn’t regret throwing that vial away. Spencer would regret that later, she knew him well enough for that. She kneeled down in front of soundlessly. Reid felt y/n’s hands gently pull his own away from his, she put her hand to his face running her thumb under his eye.

“You’re right I don’t know what happened to you. I can’t imagine what they did to you. But I do know you don’t need that, you’re stronger than you think you are.”

Reid breathed out a chuckle before remembering what he had done. He let his head fall, his forehead touching resting against y/ns.

“Y/n I killed someone…” just like that everything that was weighing on Reid came pouring out.

Garcia had warned y/n about this, in fact that’s when y/n had turned off her computer. She had wondered what Spencer would do in that situation and she hated hoping that he would just choose someone to die so he would be safe. And she hated herself now for being relieved that he done that,

“Spencer. Hey look at me.” Reid could barely raise his eyes to look at her, “you didn’t kill anybody, okay? That guy…he did.”

“Hm. Gideon said that too. But I chose that person.”

“What would he have done if you didn’t choose someone?”

“He-he said everyone would die.”

“So you saved the other people, and yourself. Spencer you did everything you could. They would have never found him without you.”

Reid’s lips formed a tight line. Y/n knew that was something he was going to have to work through, and it was going to take awhile. She started to stand up,

“Hey do you want me to let you sleep for now? I can come back tomorrow?”

Reid stood up and reached for her hand immediately. Grasping at it as if it was the last thing holding him there. Remembering that seeing y/n in all of those hallucinations was what helped him keep fighting.

“Please. Don’t leave. I don’t think I’m going to be able to be alone.”

Y/n nodded. She gave his hand a squeeze, and he let go fearing he’d hurt her, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to—“

“Spencer it’s fine, let’s just— why don’t you go lie down in your room, you really should try and get some sleep.”

“Come with me, please?” Reid’s voice was pleading with y/n. He didn’t trust himself alone and he didn’t trust the darkness that came with sleep. He didn’t waste any time getting into clothes he could sleep in. Y/n simply followed him, sitting at the edge of the bed she instinctively ran her hand up and down his back. Y/n decided to turn on the tv on a low volume continuing to sit next to Reid. And Reid as much as he tried to sleep still wanted to desperately tell y/n about everything. His voice barely came out above a whisper,

“How much did you see?”

Y/n froze. “I couldn’t watch, he pulled you up in front of the screen and you looked so… scared? You didn’t look like you, and I was here. I didn’t know where you were. I hated it. I just— couldn’t watch.”

“I uhm I don’t think you would have liked what you saw.”

“I just didn’t want to see you be a hero. Half of me expected you to sacrifice yourself for all of those people…”

That was it, Reid thought she must think he was a coward. He knew it.

“I’m glad you didn’t.”

“Wh-what?”

“You were in a terrifying situation and Gideon is right. It’s not your fault. He would have killed them all if you held out anyway.” Her hand went towards his hair gently scratching his head and moving the hair out of his face. Reid didn’t catch her muting the tv in case he wanted to say more.

“He saved me too you you know?”

“Who did?”

“Tobias. He had multiple people personalities. I uhm was suffocating at some point I think the dialysis caused me to have a stroke and Tobias brought me back.” Reid wasn’t able to stop the words coming out of his mouth, “I killed him too…”

“Oh spencer,” y/n wanted to calm him down but he was in another world it’s like he was more so talking to the universe trying to get his thoughts out before they consumed him whole

“He wanted to be a good person.” He began trailing off his other fears beginning to seep through, “my mom wants to be a good person.”

“Spencer.”

He turned around to face her, “what if I turn out that way. What if the voices in my head— schizophrenia is genetic I’m likely to get it.”

“You’re mom is paranoid but she’s not a bad person and neither are you, that guy, Tobias. I’m sure he had something happened to him for him to turn out that way, and it isn’t the same as your mom.”

“It could.”

“Well. I’ll be there if that happens too.”

“And if it gets too much?”

“It won’t.” Y/n assured him, Reid’s mind was spiraling. He could only hope she was telling the truth because he really wouldn’t know until that time possibly came. “Why don’t you try and watch tv until you drift off to sleep?”

Reid sort of numbly nodded and curled himself in the covers. He couldn’t really get comfortable he eventually ended up in y/ns lap. Her hand running through his hair. Before he knew it he finally let his eyes close. Y/n didn’t dare move. She waited for Reid to move on his own. She covered him up and decided to move to the edge of the bed. She figured the only way to make sure he didn’t need anything was to stay awake and that would require being distracted, with a lack of books she wanted to read the next best thing was watching tv but she didn’t want to wake Reid either so the volume was just above zero, just in case.

She wouldn’t need to worry about it for long. Reid began shaking in his sleep moaning and whimpering. Y/n worried about waking him but when she heard him beg someone to please stop, she couldn’t help herself. She just couldn’t see Reid like that.

“Reid?” She said softly shaking him at first, “Reid.”

She shook him a bit more firmly as his cries for help grew louder

“Reid!”

Reid woke up gasping for air. Frantically looking around for y/n before his eyes adjusted to the dim light of tv. When his eyes finally landed in y/n he pulled her into him. “You’re okay?”

“Yeah of course, are you?” Reid doesn’t let go of y/n until he’s sure he’s not still stuck in his nightmare or worse that this wasn’t another hallucination and he’s back in that cemetery. He grabs y/ns face and and she grabs his hands to keep them there. Want info hun to be able to calm down. And there staring at his best friend he begins to be able to slow his breathing. Grounding himself back in reality.

“I—uhm I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” Reid says as he lets go of y/n trying to fix his hair.

“Nothing is wrong with you. Wait here.” Y/n leaves Reid’s room and quickly comes back with a cup of ice water. “I would make tea but I don’t think you keep any here.” Reid smiled at her

“Could you lay with me?” Y/n was silent not because she didn’t want to, she did. But she almost felt like Reid was mistaking his feelings for something he didn’t really feel about her. Still, she nodded.

“I have some extra clothes if you need any?”

“O-okay.”

Y/n hesitated putting on one of his shirts. But resigned on one of the few tshirts he had that definitely was too big for him making even more oversized on her. She was careful getting under the covers, while Reid was trying to catch his breath. Something about seeing y/n in his clothes made him feel, he wasn’t sure, normal? Like that was the way it was supposed to be.

For a second they just faced one another both unable to tell the other what they get towards eachother. Y/n tentatively reached her hand up towards his face again before pulling it back, she couldn’t expect him to figure out his feelings towards yet if she was going to continue to make things difficult. Reid felt guilty, he didn’t want y/n to stay with him out of pity.

“Is this okay? I mean—if you really need to leave.”

“Trust me Spencer, I don’t want to go anywhere. It’s just—I’m just glad you’re back.”

Reid just smiled at her. They both fell asleep shortly after but it wasn’t long before Reid began struggling again squirming in bed and moaning and almost sobbing as if he was in pain. Y/n tried to shake him awake but nothing was stirring him from the nightmare.

Y/n began to panic, her voice getting louder as she began to scream his name to get try and snap him out of it. Not knowing what else to do she pulled him into her shushing him and just trying to calm him down. Reid’s yes eventually shot open and he pulled himself up looking down at y/n and trying to calm his panic. Y/n just continued to let him calm down but made sure to hold his hand to let him she was there for him. He slumped against the back of his bed,

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Y/n asked

His body responded by turning towards y/n and pulling her into him. She realized he was only half awake, and she turned to her side and let him spoon her. She felt guilty but she loved being wrapped up in Reids arms. She thought about how scared he must be to be so desperate for touch, that was not the Reid she knew. Reid began waking up and realizing where he was and immediately worried he had gone to far.  She seemed to relax her head into his arm and it encouraged him to bring her closer to him and bury his face into her hair.

Y/n could tell he was still having trouble really falling asleep but everytime he would wake he would just squeeze her a little harder. It was around 5am before he finally truly fell asleep. Y/n heard the small vibrating of his phone from the other room.

You’ve got to be kidding me, she thought. She also knew how seriously he took his job, she carefully snuck bb out of bed making sure not to stir him from his sleep.

She found his phone on the couch, the caller ID ringing Hotch.

She sighed before picking up, “Does he absolutely have to go on another case right now?”

It was silent only for a second but even y/n could tell Hitch was surprised Reid wasn’t alone, “just checking in to see how he’s doing maam.”

Y/n laughed “well he quite literally has just been able to fall asleep…he’s been better.”

Hotch sighed, “I figured as much, thank you for staying with him.”

“Thanks for finding him.”

Hotch could hear the genuine concern in her voice, Reid was the youngest and they often worried how the job affected him. The two hung up, a Hotch making sure he had her number as well to check in without bothering Reid. Both understanding Reid was a bit too fragile to have people doubt his abilities at work.

Y/n decided to stay up and make the two of them coffee and some breakfast. Well as decent of a breakfast as she could make with what little Reid had. Reid woke up as she was finishing, his guilt threatening to take over again. He was more motivated by his emotions something that up until recently, he made sure to not over take his logic. But after Tobias everything seemed so…different. His priorities shifted. How could he explain how he felt towards her, and would she feel the same or feel forced to be with him after all that’s happened? He thought about last night, and he could only hope she hadn’t felt that way then.

Y/n turned around startled to see Reid deep in thought, “Jesus Spencer, a little warning would be nice.”

“Sorry!”

“Are you okay?”

“Mmhm. Just still waking up.”

“Okay. Well, breakfast is ready. You really need to get some actual food besides eggs and bread. But I did manage to find some bacon in the freezer.”

“Yeah, I’m just not around long enough.”

Y/n got quiet. That was the problem wasn’t it? God she hated his job sometimes,

“That reminds me. Hotch called.”

“Already? Do I need to head out?”

“No don’t worry, he was just worried about you. Asking if you got some sleep.”

“Great. I’ll probably get babysat like Elle did.”

“Well, do you blame him. The whole team loves you. You guys are family. Besides i made sure he wouldn’t call until the end of the weekend. So you’re safe.” She smiled at him and handed him a plate. Reid chuckled and set the plate down before embracing her. She didn’t hesitate to return his hug and wrapped her arms around his neck, it was funny to her how easy it was to be around him.

“Thanks for saving me.”

“I highly doubt delaying a phone call counts as saving you.”

“No you saved me I think more than you’ll ever know.”

Before she could question what he meant Reid pressed his lips against her. The two melting into eachother. It was the most unReid like thing he could do. And neither of them could get enough. They had both been holding in their feelings for what seemed like too long, and after Reid’s brush with death he had promised himself he wouldn’t waste another moment. Especially last night after she had done what he couldn’t with the dilaudid. She wouldn’t have done that if she didn’t care right?

The two didn’t pull away until they absolutely had to, and when they the two, now breathless and panting for air just rested their foreheads against eachother.

“Remind me to keep people from calling you, if you’re going to do that everytime.” Y/n laughed

“You—that-uhm. Was that okay?”

“I did kiss you back, didn’t I?” She stood on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek, “come on let’s eat. You can keep resting once you’re done.”

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[milla984]

Hi....

This Spencer Ried guy that i see on your blog a lot... sorry haven't watched criminal minds yet.

Tell me something about that character. Why do you love them so much

… well, Anon, grab a chair and make yourself comfortable!

The first thing I actually liked about Spencer Reid back in the day was the fact that he’s played by Matthew Gray Gubler, so he’s definitely the perfect example of non-toxic masculinity to me.

The character is almost immediately introduced as a genius - by his own admission he’s got an IQ of 187, an eidetic memory, can read 20.000 word per minute and has three PhDs (Mathematics, Chemistry, Engineering) which is enough to make me go “yes, give me more of this guy, pls”. Later on it is also revealed he holds BAs in Sociology, Psychology and he’s studying to get a third one in Philosophy. Need I say more?!

During the first season he’s only 23, meaning he’s the youngest member of the Behavioral Analysis Unit (BAU) team and actually looks like a puppy. Spoiler alert: even after 15 seasons he still looks like a puppy to me and I just want to hug him and keep him safe. Why? Because he’s S O F T, caring and loves his mom and friends to pieces. They feel the same about him and he ends up being the godfather of both sons of Jennifer 'JJ' Jareau, his fellow team member; another team member, Derek Morgan (who affectionately addresses Spencer as 'kid') names his firstborn Hank Spencer - after his own dad and Reid, obviously, claiming he’s the best little brother anybody could ever ask for.

So, yeah… Spencer is a total sweetheart and has been through A LOT: his father left when he was very young and his mom sadly suffers from schizophrenia, meaning little Spencer had to care for her and was forced to commit her against her will when he was 18 (what’s truly heartbreaking to me is that she’s fully aware and immensely proud of his abilities: she loves him and when she’s not having a bad day she’s easily his biggest supporter). He’s also shown to be very empathetic towards certain unsubs (the “villains” of each episode, so to speak) especially when it turns out they’ve been victims of violence or abuse, because he himself has been targeted by bullies; in Season 3 he recalls the time his high school mates tricked him into believing the prettiest girl in school wanted to talk to him in private, while in reality the entire football team ambushed him, stripped him naked and tied him to a goalpost (it’s worth mentioning that he was about 12yo when this happened, because being a genius he graduated from high school around that age).

In Season 2 he develops an addiction to Dilaudid, after being kidnapped and tortured by an unsub; the authors of the show have a questionable habit of putting him through hell, just because, and IMHO the only instance when Spencer getting shot actually has a valid purpose is in Season 5 - Gubler dislocated his knee IRL so they needed an explanation for Reid walking around in crutches for a while.

Since I have a feeling this post could go on forever (and we don't have that much time), I’ll just throw in a few more random reasons why I love Spencer Reid: he wears his wristwatch over his sleeve. He’s a Star Wars and Doctor Who fan. He always wear mismatched socks (as MGG, the actor who plays him, does) and is often seen wearing Converse shoes. I’m biased and I know it, but to me he’s easily the best dressed character of the entire show. His apartment is a mood and very dark-academia-ish. He’s socially awkward and displays a lot of behavioral indicators he’s on the spectrum (sadly the authors never confirmed it and it’s one of the many issues I have with the writing on this show, but that’s not the place to talk about it) so I adore his mannerism: he loves to sit on desks/tables, he almost never shakes hand but greets stranger with the cutest hand-waves ever and when he’s excited about something he rambles/talks super fast and sometimes he has an adorable high-pitched squeal (Reid stans definitely knows what I mean).

Hope this answer works for you!!

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When my ringing phone woke me from my sleep, I was pissed to say the least. I'd been tossing and turning all night. The pains in my stomach and lower back made it hard to find comfort, much less fall asleep.

"Hello," I answered, slightly irritated.

"(Y/n), i-is everything okay? Were you just asleep? I'm sorry I woke you but it's 1:00 in the afternoon, what are you doing still sleeping?" I softened after hearing the concern laced in my boyfriend's voice.

"Spence I'm fine I just couldn't sleep last night. My back was really killing me and on top of that my stoma-"

I didn't get to finish explaining before Spencer cut me off. "(Y/n), I'm coming. I'll be right over." I sighed and gave in, knowing there was no convincing him otherwise. "Okay," I said before hanging up and finally dragging myself out of bed. I straightened up the bed, picked up a few stray items and tried to clean my apartment as much as I could before Spencer showed up. After I did the smallest amount of work possible, I turned the TV to a random channel and waited for Spencer to come over.

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Knocking at the door woke me from sleep I didn't know I had succumbed to. "It's open," I yelled from the couch, too lazy to get up. It took me 15 minutes to find a comfortable position and I was not about to move just yet.

Spencer let himself in and walked over to the couch to sit beside me. He grabbed my hands, his thumbs rubbing circles over the backs of my hands. "I'm sorry you couldn't sleep last night. And I'm sorry you're in so much pain. You know I love you but you really shouldn't leave your door unlocked like that. Any crazy person could come in and murder you, y'know."

"Spencer Reid, while I may love you, I suggest you back up and start over. Period me is a bitch, so do with that what you will." His eyes grew wide and I almost felt bad for snapping at him. That was, before I doubled over in excruciating pain.

"(Y/n), are you okay? Do you need anything? A-are you cramping right now?" I held my hand up, signaling for him to give me a minute. It felt like someone had stabbed me in the stomach. Repeatedly.

After a few minutes, the cramps subsided. I sighed and sat up. It pained me to see the way he was looking at me. Like he would do anything to take my pain away and make it his own.

"Spencer I'm okay, really. I'll just take some Midol and grab the heating pad-" Before I could say anything else I was cut off by another stabbing pain in my lower abdomen.

"A-are you sure? Oh! You're cramping again! Uh, okay, don't move I'll go get the Midol and heating pad for you," he rushed off into the bathroom looking for everything. It warmed my heart seeing him do the little things for me. Well, try to do them anyway. It was cute he was trying but he had no idea where anything was.

"Spencer, it's fine. You don't know where anything is. I'll get it," I said, walking into the bathroom.

"No (y/n) it's not fine. I should know where everything is at so you don't always have to get it yourself. I should be able to take care of you if you're on your period or if you're sick." He sounded so frustrated.

"Then move in." The words came out of my mouth before I could stop them. I was a little surprised, considering the thought only crossed my mind a few times out of the 6 months we've been dating. Change is huge for Spencer and I didn't want to say anything to catch him off guard. I figured I would let him bring it up, if he was ready for a step like that.

His eyes widened. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights. I thought it was over at that point for sure. "Uh, never mind. I don't really know why I said that. Let's just forget it."

I went to walk away but before I could get very far he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him. "No! Er, I mean no, don't just forget it. Let's do it. I mean only if you want to. But I want to if you want to. I mean do you wan-"

Before he could ramble anymore, I pressed my lips to his gently, my arms automatically reaching around his neck and hands going into his hair. His hands landed on my waist, gripping and pulling me closer until our bodies were up against each other. He pulled away, a small whine leaving my lips at the loss of contact.

"Not that I, uh, didn't like that, it's just, why?" he asked with a small laugh.

"Because, you were rambling. Not that I don't love your normal rambling, because I do. It's just, you were doubting yourself and I had to get it through to you of course I want to move in together. I'm the one that brought it up."

"Oh. Okay." He said and pulled me back to him. "I guess I can start moving my stuff in next week."

I smiled and pulled him back in for another kiss, but before I could actually kiss him, he pulled away.

"(Y/n), I still don't know where the damn heating pad is."

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“Ultimately uneventful” is fairly accurate statetment.

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✦ pairing: spencer reid (18+) x fem!reader

✦ smut warnings: oral (reader receiving), lots of kisses!, more fluff than smut tbh lmao, spencer being a loving, beautiful partner omg 🥺

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Spencer has been in love with you ever since you started working with the BAU. It began with shy glances and cheeks flushes at each other, the immediate comfortableness you both got when talking about topics of interest. He’s never had anyone that is so fully engaged during his little rambles sessions. And with what started as little bouts of hanging out, it gradually turned into cute sleepovers where you would binge episodes of Doctor Who or literally anything.

Tonight was just like that. With the blankets and pillows, all gathered on the couch in his living room, Spencer’s heart swells when you arrive at his apartment.

Albeit, you’re only dressed in comfy sweats and a hoodie, you looked stunning. You always did in his eyes. You could have the worlds worst eye bags, and droopy face was that desperate to go to sleep after a long and complex case, and he’d still think you’re the most beautiful, ethereal being he’s ever seen. He’s awkward, yeah, but he feels most at home with you. Perhaps more than anyone else out of the BAU.

You sit down on his sofa and notice he’s made you your favourite cocktail. You laugh and tell him he didn’t need to go into so much effort. His cheeks flush, feeling a little bit embarrassed. He’s been planning on how to tell you he loves you, but he’s not sure how.

“No, I like it. It’s cute!” You giggle, pulling him down to sit next to you. “So, what’re we watching?”

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It’s about 15 minutes into an episode of the show you’re watching. Spencer has you cuddled into him with the blanket wrapped around each other your shoulders. You breathe in his scent; if autumn had a smell, it would be Spencer.

Spencer’s nervous about telling you how he really feels. His palms are sweating, and though the whole point of tonight is to tell you, he’s petrified that he’ll ruin everything. His fear of abandonment runs thickly in his veins, his throat almost tightening with anxiety. But from the way you’re pressed against his shoulder, arm wrapped around his arm while your body is curled into his side, it gives him a bit of hope. I hope that you feel the same way.

Spencer’s been observing you for the past few days in preparation. Your body language towards him, the way you’re always so engaged in your work and get subtly excited when you get to work with him — the way your eyes light up like the sunshine, spine straightens and lips twitching into that gorgeous smile. Perhaps you just like him platonically?

“What’re you thinking about in that smart brain of yours?” You ask, breaking the silence between you both.

Spencer swallows thickly, “what if I told you that I like you?”

“What if I said that I feel the same?”

He’s shocked. You like him —You like him!

You’re shocked. He likes you — He likes you!

It wasn’t even a moment that managed to pass before you both lean in for a kiss. They’re so soft, so delicate against your own. His slightly apprehensive hands find your waist and pull you onto his lap. Your hands tug at his curls, your heart beating a million miles per hour. Now that you’ve finally kissed him — tasted him — you didn’t want to stop. Spencer rids the blanket and pushes it to the side, all while refusing to detach his lips from yours. He stands up, your legs wrapping around him tighter as he guides you to his bedroom.

Ever-so-gently, he places you on his bed, “are you sure you want this? I mean, you really don’t have to—”

“Spence,” you giggle at him, sitting up to capture his swollen lips again. “I want this. I want you.” That is all he needed. He runs his hands over your thighs, leaning you back down on the mattress while he kisses your neck. His lips pepper kisses all over your body as he rids you of your clothes, the urgency is growing thicker with every passing second.

Spencer’s hands hold your hips while he kisses your lips again. His slender fingers tease your folds until you’re begging him for more. Slowly, he drops down to rest in between your legs. He kisses your inner thighs before pressing his lips against your clit.

You let out a curse and tilt your head back, feeling his tongue run all along your folds before flicking your clit. You always knew he’d been good at this — but my god, now that it’s finally happening, it feels even better than you imagined.

His lips wrap around your clit, sucking gently while his hands reach up and knead your breasts. His thumb and forefinger tease your nipples, rolling it between them and loving how much louder your moans have gotten.

Your legs close around his head, the pleasure feeling so overwhelming and so, so good. He uses his hands to push your legs open, his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs. His tongue starts flicking your clit rapidly again, the sensation making your hands tighten in his curls.

“Spence,” you breathe, hips rising to meet his mouth. He’s taking his time with you — studying every sound you make to see if you like what he’s doing to you. Your back arches and moans get louder when he pushes two fingers inside you. He’s slow and methodical, pushing all the way until his knuckles reach your folds. Spencer curls his fingers, wriggling them in a ‘come hither’ motion.

“Fuck, oh god, right there,” you whine, pussy clenching around his fingers in delight. “Spencer,”

“I know, baby,” he muffles into your pussy. Ugh, how that pet name could kill you right now. Your body tenses, stomach tightening as you coil and tremble with pleasure. He knows your closes and speeds the rhythm of his fingers, making sure to curl them right up against your g-spot.

“Spencer,” you call out again in a high-pitched moan, your fingers tugging even more harshly at his hair, which only makes him groan against you. “Fuck!” You cum with such intensity; you can swear that this is the best orgasm someone has ever given you.

Spencer rides your high before pulling away and wiping his mouth. You’re shy in front of him, but you know you’re safe. He kisses up your body, praising each and every aspect of you and never leaving one part of you out. You’ve felt loved and cherished before — but not like this. He’s careful, genuine, appreciative that you’re finally his. To him, pleasing you in any way you wish is the only thing that matters right now.

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[rachaelswrites]

Tiny Fighter

Spencer Reid x Daughter!reader

Word Count: 1,586

Requested By: @alinovasposts

can you do spencer reid x teen reader where an unsub from her school kidnaps her, she beats him before he could do anything she has bloody nose and bloody knuckles and the team is shock !! badassreader !

A/N: I changed this just a little. I hope you like it! Reader is about 15

Warnings: Attempted kidnapping, mentions of injures and blood (nothing too descriptive)

Badass was not a word that anyone in the BAU would be used to describe you, the daughter of their resident genius but then again, everyone reacts to life or death situations differently. 

Your dad started off like it always did. You woke up, made your bed, got dressed, ate breakfast with your dad if he was home, and left for school. You kept that routine everyday so you had some consistency in your life. With your dad’s job, it was difficult to find routine but you did your best with it. 

Luckily for today, Spencer was home and he didn’t drive into work so you two got to take the train together. Since he had just gotten back from a case, he spent part of the ride filling you in on more of the pg details while you filled him in on what he missed at home. 

“I didn’t mean to interrupt Mr. Carter so many times. I can’t help but and he knows that but he still threatened to call you and then I said good luck because you were on a case across the country and you only answer the phone if it’s me and Garcia and then he said he’d call whoever was on my emergency contact form and again, I said good luck because they’re all FBI age-” Spencer cut off your rambling. 

“I’d love to hear more about this but I don’t want you to miss your stop and be late for school,” he said. He grabbed your backpack from under your seat and handed it to you as the train came to a stop. 

“Right,” you said standing up, “I’ll see you after school then,” you quickly hugged him before kissing his cheek, “Bye,” you let go and ran off the train before the doors could close on you. 

“Bye, have a good day!” he yelled back.  

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The final bell rang and you said goodbye to your teacher and all your friends before making your way out of the school and to the subway. You had to cross through the school’s parking lot to get to the street where the station was. You mostly kept to yourself when walking to the station, not wanting to miss your train.

As you made your way through the lot, you spotted your teacher Mr. Carter struggling to put stuff in his car. You debated on helping him or getting to your train on time but the trains came every fifteen minutes so you could help him. 

You made your way over to him and tapped him on the shoulder, making him turn, “Hi Mr. Carter. Do you need any help with this stuff?” you gestured to the tons of boxes he had lying around. 

“Yes! Thank you so much for offering Y/n,” he said, a smile on his face, “After my shoulder surgery, I’ve had a hard time lifting things like this.”

“It’s no problem,” you said as you picked a box up and put it in his car. 

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After about five minutes, all the boxes were put away and Mr. Carter slammed the door shut, “Thank you again Y/n. Is there something I can do to thank you?”

“No it’s okay. I have to go catch my train now. Have a good day,” you turned to leave but he put a hand on your shoulder, making you tense up. 

“Can I give you a ride home? The subway isn’t the safest place to be,” he replied. 

“No it’s okay,” you said sternly. You shook him off of you before picking your bag back up but you didn’t get very far before he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back. 

“I insist,” he snapped. 

You weren’t sure what got into you, maybe it was all the self defense lessons or maybe it was your fight or flight kicking in but you turned and kicked Mr. Carter in the groin, making him let go of you for only a second until he grabbed you again. This time, he was able to land several hits to your face before you could hit him again, knocking him unconscious. 

Once you were sure he was down, you quickly got up and ran back inside the school, hoping someone could help you. 

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Thirty minutes later, your dad showed up to the school, a panicked expression on his face. All he knew was that there was an incident and you were injured. All the worst case scenarios flooded through his head until he saw you, sitting on a bed in the nurse’s room, holding your nose with a tissue. 

“Oh my God Y/n! What happened?” he asked, quickly rushing over to you. He helped you tilt your head back because of your bloody nose. 

“I’m fine dad,” you dad, pushing him off of you, “It could’ve been a lot worse.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, crouching down in front of you and resting his hand on your knee. 

“Well if I hadn’t fought back Mr. Carter was probably going to kidnap me and probably kill me. Statistically speaking, a bloody nose and bruised knuckles are better than death.”

Spencer chuckled lightly at your joke before getting serious again, “What do you mean Mr. Carter was going to kidnap you?”

You filled him in on helping Mr. Carter with the boxes and him offering you a ride. You could sense your dad’s fear and anger rising so you calmed him down, “Don’t worry about him. I fought him off and I watched the police take him away before you got here. He can’t hurt me again,” you grabbed his hand in yours and squeezed it, not too hard since your knuckles were still sore, “And you would think that he would know better than to try and kidnap an FBI agent’s daughter. Did he think I’d just sit there?”

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After getting everything cleared up at the school, you were able to go with Spencer back to the BAU. He wanted to take you straight home and get you cleaned up and rested but you insisted on seeing the team first and letting them know you were okay. When Spencer got the call about you at work, all he said was that you were injured. You knew the team would be worried about you until they saw you with their own eyes. 

You entered the bullpen behind your dad and followed him to his desk. Garcia must've had a sixth sense that told her whenever you were around because next thing you know, you’re being squished into a hug. 

“Oh my sweet, beautiful, precious baby Reid,” she exclaimed, “I was so worried about you. Reid just up and left without any details,” she pulled away and looked at your face, cupping it with both of her hands, “Oh my gosh what happened to your angelic face? Why is there blood?”

Spencer turned around quickly and pulled out a clean tissue from his pocket and tried his best to wipe the blood from your face but you pushed his hand away again, grabbing the tissue yourself. 

“She’s okay now,” Spencer said, ‘It’s kinda a long story.”

“You should see the other guy,” you said as you threw the now bloody tissue into the garbage. 

“What other guy?” you heard Tara asked as she, and the rest of the team came out of the round table room. 

“Just some teacher at school tried to take me but I fought him off,” you explained, taking in all the confused and worried looks, “I’m fine though!” you reassured, “See,” you showed them the purple and yellow bruises forming on your hands, “Just minor injuries.”

“I don’t know if minor is how I would describe it sweetheart,” Spencer said as he covered your hands with his and pushed them down gently. 

“Wait Y/n, you fought a grown man off of you? By yourself?” JJ asked you in surprise. She didn’t mean it in a rude way and you knew that. You weren’t exactly known as a fighter around here. You were more of a lover and a bookworm instead, just like your dad. 

“Yeah. I don’t know what got into me but I just did,” you said shrugging.

“I’m impressed,” she said back, coming over to you and ruffling your hair, “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“Me too,” you said. 

“Where’d you learn to fight like that then?” Rossi asked, “Because last time I checked, you didn’t box or do anything athletic.” 

“Probably Morgan. He used to show me all this self defense stuff when I was younger. I just must’ve remembered it all.”

“What about me?” Luke asked, “Just two weeks ago I showed you that thing.”

“Oh yeah you did,” you said, remembering the move Luke had showed you, “The I guess your answer, Rossi is Luke and Morgan.”

“Well I’m sure we’re all glad that Y/n is okay, we should let her go home and get some rest,” Emily said. 

“Of course,” Penelope said, “Let us know if you need anything okay Y/n? Candy, movies, stuffed animals, cuddles, anything.”

“Will do Garcia,” you said. 

Spencer grabbed some paperwork from his desk that he could do while at home. He expected to take at least three days off and make sure you would do the same, “Thank you everyone,” he said, “We’ll be sure to keep you updated on everything.”

Everyone said their goodbyes before you and your dad left the office and headed back home.

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Ohana

Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Spencer’s in love with his new neighbor- and her son that’s just like him

Word Count: 3234

Warnings: Typical CM stuff (Amplification specifically), Single Parent!Reader, slight angst

“Ohana means family. Family means no one gets left behind, or forgotten.” -Lilo and Stitch

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Spencer remembered the day you moved in. He remembered you lugging boxes up five flights of stairs by yourself. When he saw you struggling with a heavy box, trying to find your key, he decided to be bold and help. 

“You look like you could use some assistance,” he said. “I’m, uh, I’m Dr. Spencer Reid, I live right across the hall.”

“Dr. (Y/N) (L/N),” you said.

“Here, let me hold the box for you.”

“Careful, it’s heavy,” you said, shifting it into his arms. 

Spencer was jostled for a moment from the weight of the box, which was labeled (Y/N)’s Books. “So, MD or PhD?” he asked you as you searched for the right key. 

“PhD, I’m too squeamish to be in the medical field,” you said with a laugh. It was the most beautiful sound Spencer had ever heard. “What about you?”

“What? Oh,” Spencer shook his head, focusing back on the conversation. “PhDs.”

You stopped sorting through your keys and turned to face Spencer. “Plural? Holy shit, are you a genius or something?”

Spencer let out a small laugh before saying, “Yeah, technically. But I don’t think intelligence can be accurately quantified.”

You finally found the right key and sighed as you heard the lock click. “Um, you can set the box with the others by the bookshelf.”

Spencer turned to see a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf, much like his own, with boxes upon boxes of books in front of it. Some were labeled Academics, some had the same label as the one he was currently holding, and some had Oliver’s Books scrawled across the top.

“So, uh, where are you moving from?” he asked you, following the maze of boxes to your kitchen.

You offered him a bottle of water. “Erie, Pennsylvania. I got a job at Georgetown as an Associate Professor in the history department.”

“Oh, I guest lecture there every once in a while. In the criminology department. Uh, what’s your concentration?” Spencer took a sip from the water bottle. 

“Medieval and Renaissance history,” you said. “I get to teach fun classes like Medieval Weaponry and Warfare.”

“Well, maybe I can sit in on that class someday.”

You smiled at him and that was when Spencer knew, you’d worked your way into his heart and you were never leaving.

~

Spencer remembered the first time he met Oliver. It was 53 hours, 27 minutes, and 15 seconds since the day he met you. He was coming home from an exhausting case when he saw you trying to balance paper shopping bags in your arms while opening your door. A small boy, no older than 6, stood behind you with oversized headphones and a mobile gaming system. He had a huge backpack on his shoulders.

“Ollie, take the keys. Ollie. Oliver.”

“You need some help?” Spencer asked, setting his go-bag in front of his door.

“Spencer, hi! Um, some help would be great.” Spencer took the bags from your arms so you could open the door. “Oh, uh, this is Oliver, my son.”

“Your-your son?” Spencer asked. If you had a son, it was likely you had a partner. 

“Yep, he’s my boy.” You tapped his shoulder and gestured for him to say hi. The boy gave a small wave before going back to his game.

Spencer cleared his throat. “So, uh, where’s-where’s his father?”

“California. At least, that’s where he went when he left us.” Your hand was resting on top of your son’s head. He looked just like you. “Here, can you just set the bags on the counter?” you asked after opening the door. Oliver started down the hallway when you grabbed the loop of his backpack. “Not so fast. You know the rules. Homework first, then you can play your game again.”

Oliver groaned and handed you his game. You set it on the counter next to the bags of groceries. 

“So, you’re raising him alone?” Spencer asked you. 

You nodded and started unpacking the bags. “Yeah. You know, it’s been hard, but I can’t imagine life without my Ollie. He’s my heart and soul.”

~

Spencer and you became friends quite quickly. He told you about his job as a profiler, and you told him about working at the university. He would come over after cases and watch movies with you and Oliver. He’d help you put groceries away and he’d help you with simple tasks. 

He also picked up on Oliver’s eccentricities. He reminded Spencer of his younger self. He didn’t talk much about kids at school and he breezed through schoolwork. His interests seemed heightened beyond what could be considered normal for a kid his age. One day, Spencer decided to ask about it as inconspicuously as he could. 

The two of you were playing a game of chess when he brought it up.

“So, Oliver seems to be doing pretty well in school. What grade did you say he was in, second?”

“Yeah, the school bumped him up a grade. They wanted me to move him up to fourth, but I know how important it is to have friends your own age. And he already struggles to make friends.”

“He does? Why?”

You sighed, moving your knight. “Check. He was diagnosed as autistic when he was three. He doesn’t quite get social cues so it’s hard for him.”

Spencer moved his bishop and took your knight. “I’m sure his dad leaving didn’t help.”

“Well, he, uh, he never actually met his dad. Leo left me when I was four months pregnant.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

You waved him off. “It’s fine. It was almost seven years ago. I moved on, and I learned to balance motherhood with college. I completed my undergrad when he was only a few months old and I worked on graduate school when he was a high-energy toddler. It just proved to me that I can do anything. Checkmate.”

~

Spencer was enjoying a rare day off on a Tuesday when his phone started ringing. He groaned, thinking it was Hotch with an urgent case. But when he saw your name on the caller ID, his face lit up. 

“(Y/N), hey!” he said. “What’s going on?”

“Ollie’s school just called me. He’s sick but I have classes and meetings all day so I can’t go get him and-”

“Are you asking if I can go get him?” Spencer said, cutting off your rambling.

“Yes! Could you, please? I’d be so so grateful.”

Spencer smiled, grabbing the spare key you gave him. “Of course.”

“Oh, thank you so much. There’s a spare car seat in the coat closet. I’ll call the school and let them know you’ll be picking him up. Thank you so much, Spencer.”

When Spencer got to the school, he was fidgety. He’d never spent time alone with your son before. And he wasn’t even sure if the kid liked him. 

He walked into the front office and said, “Hi, my name is Spencer Reid, I’m here to pick up Oliver (L/N)?”

“Oh, (Y/N) said you were coming to get him. If I could just see your ID?” the receptionist asked. Spencer nodded and pulled out his driver’s license. “Great, if you could just sign Oliver out on the clipboard here, you’ll be good to go.”

Spencer scribbled his signature on the clipboard and the receptionist got up to get Oliver from the back office. Oliver followed the receptionist, his backpack on his shoulders and a paper bag clutched in his hands. His face was pale and he was swaying slightly. 

“Hey, Ollie,” Spencer said.

“Hi, Spencer. Where’s my mom?”

“She got stuck at work, buddy. You’re gonna stay with me until she comes home, okay?”

Oliver nodded. “Okay.” He followed Spencer out of the school and climbed in the back of his car.

“Do you want me to put the window down?” Spencer offered, looking back at the boy in the mirror. When Oliver nodded, Spencer put his window down and pulled out of the parking lot.

After pulling into the parking garage, Spencer looked in the mirror again. Oliver was fast asleep, his head slumped against the door. Rather than waking the boy, Spencer unbuckled him and scooped him up in his arms. 

Oliver wrapped his little, sweaty arms around Spencer’s neck as he was carried inside. Maybe it was instinct, maybe it was how much he cared for the boy, but Spencer pressed a small kiss to the side of his head. Spencer dug your spare key out of his pocket and unlocked the door, setting Ollie down on the couch.

After covering him with a blanket, Spencer dug around in your kitchen for some ginger ale and crackers. After setting them on the coffee table, he heard a small voice say, “Why are you being so nice to me?”

Spencer noticed Oliver watching him from the couch. He sat on the edge of the coffee table, handing Oliver the soda with a red bendy straw. “What do you mean, bud?”

“I know you like-like my mom. But you’re nice to me even when she’s not here. Matt didn’t do that. He called me names when Mom wasn’t around. He said I was weird.”

Spencer knew Matt was your ex from your time working at the Erie campus of Penn State. He was the first person you’d been with since Oliver’s father. And hearing how he treated Oliver didn’t sit right with Spencer.

Spencer sighed and looked at Oliver. “I’m nice to you because I like you, too. And I was a lot like you when I was your age.”

“You were?” Oliver handed the cup back to Spencer to set back on the table.

Spencer nodded. “People still think I’m weird. But being weird is good. How boring would the world be if everyone was normal?”

Oliver smiled. “It would be pretty boring,” he said.

“Get some rest, okay? It’ll help you feel better.”

You finally managed to sneak out of work and get home. When you opened the door, you saw Spencer sitting in the chair across from your sleeping son, reading a book. 

“Hey,” he said in a voice just above a whisper.

“Hey. How is he?”

“He has a low-grade fever and he hasn’t been able to keep anything in his stomach. I’ve been having him nibble on some crackers but even that doesn’t stay down.”

“Oh, my poor boy. Thank you for staying with him.”

“Of course. You know I’d do anything for you, for both of you.”

~

The team got back from a particularly rough case dealing with kids. Hotch gave them the weekend off to recuperate. 

“Anyone want to go grab a drink?” Derek offered to the group.

“Or five?” Emily added.

“What do you say, kid? You in?” Derek asked Spencer as the younger man packed up his bag. 

“Oh, no, sorry. I, uh, I have plans,” he said with a smile before slipping out of the office. The team watched him hurry out of the building before sharing glances with each other. 

“Spence has a girlfriend,” JJ realized. 

“Pretty boy has a girlfriend?”

“Think about it. When does Spencer ever have plans? And when was the last time he didn’t stay to do paperwork when we were given the time off?”

“And he upgraded his phone out of nowhere,” Emily chimed in. “He went from one that had only the bare essentials to a smartphone he texts on all the time.”

“We need to find out who this girl is,” Morgan decided. 

Spencer had been keeping you a secret from the team on purpose. Not because he was ashamed of you, or embarrassed, but because he knew the team saw him as the baby and they would be invasive if they ever found out. He didn’t want them to scare you away, he loved you too much to lose you. Though, he hadn’t said it out loud yet.

~

You and Spencer were walking down the street, Oliver asleep on Spencer’s back, snoring against his shoulder, his arms wrapped around Spencer’s neck.

“You have no idea how excited he is for you to see his science fair project,” you said. “It was all he could talk about all week.”

Spencer smiled and adjusted the boy on his back. “I think I’m just as excited to see his project, especially since he wouldn’t let me know anything about it.”

You reached the apartment complex and you dug your keys out of your bag. “Are you sure you can carry him up the stairs? I can wake him if you want me to.”

“No, it’s fine. I got him,” Spencer whispered, moving so that Oliver was clinging to his front rather than his back. He followed you up the stairs to your apartment. When you unlocked the door, he went straight to Oliver’s room and put the tired boy in his bed. He kissed Ollie’s forehead before flicking on his nightlight and leaving the room. 

“Oh, hey,” you said when Spencer came out of the room, “Is he still out?”

“Yeah. I think we might have put him in a coma.”

You laughed and kissed Spencer’s cheek. “Go get some sleep. I know you’re tired, too.”

“I’m not-”

“Spence, you nearly fell asleep at the movies tonight. Go.”

“Fine, fine, I’ll go. But not without a kiss goodnight.”

You gave Spencer a kiss before shooing him across the hall. When Spencer unlocked his door and flicked on the light, he saw his team sitting in his living room. 

“What the hell? What are you doing here? JJ, I gave you a key for emergencies!”

“This is an emergency!” Penelope said. “You have a girlfriend and you didn’t tell us!”

“Kid, please tell me she’s a single mother and you haven’t been keeping a family a secret from us for years,” said Morgan.

Spencer was still annoyed his friends broke into his apartment, but he couldn’t resist talking about you, especially when they’d already seen you. “Her name’s (Y/N), she moved in about a year ago with her son, Oliver. We’ve been dating for three months.”

“Spence, why didn’t you tell us?” JJ asked.

Spencer looked down at his shoes, his hands stuffed in his pockets. “I didn’t want you scaring her off. I love her. I love both of them. And you guys can be intimidating.”

~

“Spencer’s coming to the science fair tonight, right?” Oliver asked you as you got him ready for school. 

“That’s what he said,” you told him. “And you know Spencer likes to keep his promises.”

“I can’t wait to show him my mold project!”

“Okay, kiddo, we have to go. We don’t want to be late, do we?”

Meanwhile, Spencer was in the conference room at work, worrying about the latest case they’ve been presented. Someone was releasing a new strain of anthrax in public places around the DC area.

But under his stress over the case, he was worrying about you and Ollie. Maybe that’s why he worked so much harder on this one. 

He and Morgan were sent to the suspect’s house, and Spencer entered first. Looking around, he noticed his mistake. When Morgan made his way to the door, he slammed and locked the door. 

“Reid, what’s going on?”

“I’m sorry.”

Spencer was infected. He knew there was a large chance he would die, but he couldn’t stop working. He needed to find the antidote. HIs breathing was getting heavier and he felt sweat dripping down his face. He pulled out his phone and dialed. 

“Hey, Garcia?”

“Reid! Oh, my god, Derek told me what happened. How are you feeling? Are you okay?”

“That’s not important right now,” he said. “Um, can you- can you record a message for me? It’s for (Y/N) and Ollie.”

“Oh, uh, of course.” He heard her typing. “Okay. Go ahead.”

Spencer cleared the lump in his throat. “Uh, hi, (Y/N), it’s Spencer. Um, I-I wanted to let you know that, uh, I love you and…” he paused, taking a breath and blinking tears from his eyes, “and I’m so happy you let me into your life, into your family. And I want Ollie to know I love him, too. You- both of you- you’re my family.”

After that, things happened too fast. Spencer was being pulled out of the house and hosed down before being ushered to the waiting ambulance. He fell out of consciousness on the ride to the hospital. 

When he woke up in a hospital bed, Morgan was sitting by his side. 

“Are you eating Jell-O?” he asked, his voice cracking from being dry.

Morgan lit up with a smile. “Welcome back, kid.”

“Is there anymore Jell-O?”

Morgan chuckled. “You know, there’s some people here waiting for you.”

“What?”

Before Morgan could explain, you and Oliver burst into the room.

“Oh, my god, Spence!” You ran over and hugged him the best you could with the various medical equipment attached to him. “Don’t you ever scare me like that again,” you scolded. 

Oliver climbed onto the bed and curled up next to Spencer. “Yeah, don’t do that again,” he said. “How can I take you to Donuts with Dad if you’re dead?” He looked up at Spencer with his big doe-eyes and Spencer felt his heart break a little bit. 

“You-you want me to go to Donuts with Dad with you? Even though I missed your science fair?”

Ollie nodded. “I don’t care that you missed my science fair. I just care that you’re still here.” He looked up and Spencer and wrapped his arms around his torso. “I love you, Spencer.” He gave Spencer a light squeeze. 

Spencer smiled and ruffled his hair. “I love you too, Ollie.” He looked up at you. “And I love you, (Y/N).”

You smiled and gave Spencer a soft kiss. 

“Ewww!” Ollie squealed, making you both laugh. 

~

Spencer proposed to you about a year later. You’d both decided you didn’t want a huge wedding, just family and close friends. Rossi gave his backyard for you to use for the ceremony. It was simple and small, but it was special and wonderful. Spencer had flown Diana out, and you’d flown your parents out.

After the ceremony, Spencer announced that the both of you had a surprise for Ollie. He went inside Rossi’s house and returned with a manila envelope. He cleared his throat. “Ladies and gentlemen, in this envelope, I hold the most important document I have ever signed.” He opened the envelope and pulled out a piece of paper. He cleared his throat. “This certificate certifies that Oliver B. (L/N) is the adopted child of Spencer W. Reid,” he read.

Oliver’s jaw dropped. “What? You’re- what?”

“Remember all those Saturdays Penelope watched you while Spencer and I went out? This is what we were doing,” you told him. 

Oliver ran over to you and Spencer and wrapped you in hugs. The rest of Spencer’s team and your parents joined in. In just two years, your family had gone from just you and your son to more people than you knew what to do with. And that was more than okay with you.

~

“They may not have my eyes, they may not have my smile, but they have all my heart.” -Anonymous

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[reidsnose]

buggin

overview: reader enlists the help of her neighbor (who shes never met) to get rid of a gnarly bug in her apartment

genre: fluff

a/n: thought of this today after i moved the shower curtain, saw a centipede crawl out, and screamed for my dad to come help me. anywayyyss i thought its be cute so as always lmk what you guys think :)

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you walked into your bedroom, fumbling frantically with the buttons on your shirt as you raced to leave your house on time. hair brush hair brush hair brush. where was your hair brush? you knocked over countless items trying to find it but with no luck. bathroom! you quickly made your way to the bathroom, opening the door so fast that wind blew through your hair.

and then you saw it.

a gnarly, long, nasty, creepy crawly centipede.

you let out a loud shriek and promptly shut the door. if you didn't get to the interview one time, it would surely be a bad first impression. but then again so would showing up with a bird's nest of hair on your head. you tried who knows how many times to go back in and kill it or catch it in a cup but each time you saw its countless, spindly legs you backed out. you checked your watch, 10 minutes until you had to leave.

you walked out into the hallway of the apartment building, and in a frenzy, you bumped into a tall, handsome man leaving the apartment across from yours.

he chuckled an apology before looking to meet your eye, breath hitching in his throat as he did. you were arguably the most beautiful woman he had ever seen (despite a very questionable hairdo). and when a surge of desperation ran through your body you rambled an explanation to the stranger, telling him about your job interview and time crunch then promptly begging him to come inside and get rid of the centipede for you.

and something inside him couldn't say no. he wanted to, i mean when an objectively crazy looking person lures you into their home to catch a bug, generally one says no and goes on with their day. however, maybe it was his complete an immediate infatuation with you or maybe his empathy for your situation, he decided to quickly help you and then try and get to work as fast as he can.

he couldn't help but subtly and subconsciously profile you based on your home as soon as he stepped inside. he liked it. your decorations, the small mess that makes it feel lived in, the general 'vibe' as morgan would say was incredible.

you gave him a sheet of paper and a cup, per his request, and led him to the dreaded bug bathroom. you couldn't help but watch in awe as he walked in with no fear, explaining to you in great detail how this was only a house centipede and it only had 15 pairs of legs which kind of counters the name. and how it isn't poisonous to humans and infact eats other bugs. you loved his facts so much and you followed him all the way to the window where he let the bug out, listening intently to what he had to say and swatting away the apology that came after the ramble, insisting that you genuinely enjoyed it.

"thank you so much,.." you trailed off, not knowing his name.

"Spencer." he filled in, offering a tight lipped smile.

"Spencer! wonderful. well again thank you so much and i owe you once I'm back from this job interview!" you smiled as you both walked to the door.

"oh you don't have to-" he began.

"no i insist! just knock on my door when you can and ill take you out." you stated, causing his eyes to widen, " not with a gun! i meant like ill buy you coffee or something!"

"i didn't think you meant with a gun?!" he laughed, handing you the hairbrush this whole ordeal was about. you laughed along as you closed and locked your apartment.

"I'm sorry i'm like completely fazzled right now! i have to go or else i'm never gonna get this job ill just brush my hair in the car! ok bye Spencer!" you called as you jogged down the stairs.

"wait i don't know your name?" he called after you.

"ill tell you when i buy you a coffee!" your giggle echoed through the building followed by the loud shut of the downstairs door.

he smiled to himself, wondering if he should tell the team about his funky morning encounter. he smiled the whole train ride to work, and then the walk from the stop to the building and then the elevator trip up. he just couldn't stop smiling. he thought about you brushing your hair while you drove and even giggled to himself on the train causing a few strangers to toss him some concerned looks.

how could he be living next to such a beautiful stranger?

when he walked into the bullpen, he saw the. whole team huddled around a desk, staring quite obviously at hotch's office. a new curiosity piqued his interest though his thoughts of you continued to be front and center in his mind.

"whats going on?" he asked, joining the group and craning his neck to try and see into the office.

"new agent interview." jj whispered.

"really? since whe-"

"shh!" Garcia shushed.

"you cant even hear them!" Reid defended.

"quiet helps us read their lips." prentiss whispered.

Spencer continued to crane his neck, moving around yet only being able to see hotch, who was throwing his head back in laughter. hotch laughing? wow this new agent must be pretty cool!

"oh my god! i've never seen him laugh like that before!" Garcia squeaked.

"she has to get the job now," morgan added.

"ah we have to wait for the handshake, thats when we see if he really approves," Rossi countered, "if he double hands the shake then its a done deal."

they all watched excitedly, waiting impatiently for the end of the interview. after a few minutes they saw hotch stand up and shake the possible new agent's hand with his right, firmly clasping his left over the handshake.

"was that the double handed handshake?" Garcia asked excitedly.

"yup." Rossi replied, popping the p.

as soon as the door began to open, the team tried ever so gracelessly to disperse, bumping into one another and murmuring fake excuses. a familiar outfit caught Spencer's eye as the new agent left hotch's office and he dared sneak a glance.

no way. his mind raced, thoughts of this morning flooding it a mile a minute. could it really be the girl from this morning? he watched as you excitedly left the building, beaming far to much to notice any other people as you left.

"bug?!" was all he could muster. not even loud enough for you to hear. unfortunately, loud enough for the people around him to.

"theres a bug? where?" morgan asked, looking around.

"no um...bug-she..is bug- um. nothing." he stammered.

"did you nickname the new agent bug?" jj laughed.

"what? no! do not say that in front of her!!" Spencer stammered.

after a couple teasing remarks, to Spencer's relief, they seemed to have let it go. the day was case-less and flew by quickly, the most exciting part was the morning interview and hotch's announcement that there would be a new agent starting tomorrow.

you sat at home, beyond excited about your successful interview, all thanks to handsome neighbor Spencer. you couldn't help but feel extra indebted to him. you feared you may have scared him off when you offered to take him out but it was the best way you could think to say thank you. but your nerves had transferred mainly to the upcoming first day of work.

as he got hone he debated knocking on your door but decided against it, knowing you were probably busy preparing for tomorrow.

when you arrived tomorrow a series of seemingly unfamiliar faces sat in the conference room, awaiting you and hotch.

when you stepped inside your eyes scanned over each of them, all looking very excited to meet you.

and then you saw him.

handsome neighbor Spencer was sitting RIGHT THERE. the stars have aligned and finally life is in your favor. after a brief introduction the meeting began and you took the only seat open which happened to be next to Spencer.

you gave each other polite smiles though both of your cheeks glowing red told a different story than two people who had just met.

"wheels up in 20." hotch concluded.

you all walked out together, the team making sure you felt included.

"so hows the first day feeling, y/n? or should i be like my friend Dr. Reid here and call you bug?" morgan asked slightly amused.

"oh my god you told?!" you laughed, looking wide eyed at Spencer.

after a high pitched denial from Reid and tears of laughter from the team as you told them of the events of that morning, you already felt like you were a part of the team.

as you boarded the jet, you decided to sit next to Spencer.

"you know, i still owe you a coffee," you mentioned nonchalantly as you pulled a book from your go bag, trying as hard as you possibly could to not blush.

he smiled slyly, picking up his own book to hide the rouge that fell upon his cheeks, "and ill hold you to that, bug."

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[differentkettleoffishalltogether]

A Lick of Paint

Summary: Spencer has no idea his best friend is harboring a secret talent

A/N: This was is one-shot request from a little while ago! I hope you guys enjoy it 

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Artist!Reader)

Category: Fluff & Smut

Warnings/Includes: smut, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, riding, paint is involved (but it doesn’t go anywhere it shouldn’t), please let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed!

Word count: 3.6k

Request: “Would u do one where it’s a fem!reader x spencer (smut or fluff what ever feels right) where they’re best friends and the reader is very private and one day spencer comes over to her apartment and sees that she’s a really talented painter/drawer/artist ? Thank u!!”

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He didn’t have a crush on her. No way. She was just his best friend, nothing more. Just his best friend who he thought about all the time, his best friend who he knew everything about, who he couldn't wait until tomorrow to see.

They got in from their latest case at half past midnight, he was a night owl, and he knew she was too, so why would she mind him showing up uninvited? He hadn’t seen her in 15 days and he probably could wait one more, but he really didn't want to.

Showing up at her door after 1am with a bottle of wine and some snacks he took a minute to run his fingers through his hair and straighten out his shirt before he knocked on the door. He could hear a rustling from the other side, and he could see the light shifting about beneath the door frame. So she was home, and she was awake, and he was trying to suppress his eager little smile.

“You can’t keep calling over this late Mrs. Warner! I don’t have any of your mail—Spencer!” she says it in a little yelp as she pulls the door completely open. And she's standing in front of him in nothing but an oversized button up shirt, her hair’s all messy around her head and there’s a little pencil tucked behind her ear.

He’s not really sure what’s going on but he’s sure that he likes it.

“Just me” he pulls his lips into a small smile and gives a tiny little wave with his free hand, shaking the bottle of wine in his other. “I hope I’m not intruding, we just got in earlier than I thought we would and I figured you’d still be up”

As he’s explaining she’s shutting the door slightly again, hiding her body behind it just a little. And even if he wasn’t a profiler he’d know she was uncomfortable, so he starts to shake his head.

“You know what, don’t worry about it! I can come back another time— or I can— I can give you some space if you need it? This was a stupid idea anyway, I should go— I’m gonna go!” he knows he sounds stupid, he’s a rambling mess but before he can properly retreat she’s swinging the door open fully again, reaching out for him and just grabbing him by the strap of his satchel.

“No Spencer wait! I’m happy to see you, I really am” she pulls him to the doorway, letting him step inside. “It’s just— messy? And you haven’t seen my apartment like this before” she’s rushing it out once he gets inside, placing her hands on his shoulders to try and spin him around before he can catch a glimpse of the state of her living room.

“Just gimme a second to tidy—”

“Do you— are you an artist?” he’s not even listening to her anymore, he’s completely fixed on the pages and sketchbooks all scattered around her living room. The sofa is pulled back to create space for the huge canvas that’s spread out all over the floor. Paints and brushes all lined up next to it.

“No!” she shakes her head, “Well not really, I just, I draw sometimes, and paint I guess? But it’s just for me” she’s still got her hands on his shoulders, trying to turn him around in spite of the fact that he’s already seen everything she was trying to hide. Or had managed to keep hidden until now.

“You never told me?” he just looks confused now more than anything, but his eyes are still blown wide as he starts to walk towards the area of the room covered in her materials.

“It’s really nothing Spencer, I didn’t want to tell you, because then you’d want to see, and then I wouldn’t want to show you, or I would show you, and then you’d hate it, and you’d just tell me you liked it to be nice, and I can tell when you’re lying Spencer, and I couldn’t handle that. So yeah, I didn’t tell you. But I haven't told anyone.” she’s not looking at him when she speaks anymore, her hands are just wrapped tight around her body protectively. This felt like she was so entirely exposed.

She had only kept two secrets from him all these years. Her art. And her unending infatuation for him. How could she not let him in when he showed up at her front door so excited, and looking so cute in his little sweater with his messy curls.

“Hey” he reaches out, placing a gentle hand on her forearm, coaxing her to unwrap them. So they fall to her sides and she feels even more exposed now. “If you want me to go, I’ll go. If you want me to stay, I’ll stay. If you want me to stand out in the hall while you hide all of this stuff, and then we pretend none of this happened, I’ll get comfy out there right now. But I just need you to know that I love you very much, and I’d support anything you ever choose to do. And I know what I want shouldn't factor in, but for what it’s worth, I would like to see some of your work— It doesn't have to be now! But just, if you ever wanted to show me anything, I’d love to see it.”

She can feel how earnest the words are, and she knew he loved her, but it was always so nice to hear it out loud, coming from those gorgeous pink lips. She wants to speak but the words feel like they’re almost caught in her throat when she looks up at him, she has to force them out.

“I’ll show you” she breathes, “I want to show you”

His eyebrows shoot up as she speaks, “I didn't mean— you don’t have to!” he rushes out as she goes to fetch one of her sketchbooks from the ground, handing it to him.

“I want to, honestly. If someones going to see this stuff, I want it to be you” once the sketchbook’s in his grip and out of her hands completely she walks away from him, going to sit on the ground next to the canvas. Right where she’d been sitting when he knocked on the door earlier.

Neither of them say a word while he goes through it page by page. It doesn't occur to her that she’s not sure which one she handed him until she can hear footsteps approaching her from behind.

When he sits down beside her he’s got the sketchbook open to a double spread and she recognizes it instantly.

“Are these drawings of me?” he asks, and it’s almost a whisper, like he doesn’t want to scare her. But she nods.

“Um, yeah. There’s actually a bunch of you in these sketchbooks. Your bone structure is just— I don't know— it’s nice to look at” his lips curve up in a small smile at that.

“You think I’m nice to look at?” he teases and she rolls her eyes,

“From an artistic perspective, you're interesting” she tries to walk it back.

“So now I’m just interesting?” he asks, a little smug now that he can tell she’s nervous.

“That’s not what I said!” he starts to chuckle then, closing the notebook and placing it down on the ground behind him.

“Relax, I’m messing with you, and for what it’s worth I think you’re nice to look at too. From any perspective” those few words make her forget where she is completely, they make her feel an entirely different kind of worry than the one she’d been experiencing earlier.

“And I love your work. You said you could tell when I was lying, am I lying?” he’s looking straight into her eyes as he speaks, and she can feel the way her heart is palpitating.

“No, you’re, uh, you're telling the truth” she shakes her head, but his eyes stay focused on her.

“What’s going on this canvas then?” he asks with a smile, and she breaks the eye contact so she can grab another one of her notebooks to show him some of the thumbnails she’d drawn for it.

“This is the idea, I think I need to practice it on something smaller though, just to get a feel for it” she explains as she points to the different shapes on the page, but then Spencer gets an idea.

“Use me” he says, and she just looks at him perplexed, “You said I was interesting, use me as your canvas?” he pulls off his cardigan as he speaks, rolling up his shirt sleeves to expose his bare arms.

“Spencer, I meant like, a smaller sheet or something, not your arm!” she’s laughing it off, mostly because being in close contact like that with him would probably break her.

“Well use my back then” he says it like it’s obvious, taking off his tie, then unbuttoning his shirt from the top, getting to the third button before she reaches out to stop him.

“You don’t have to do that” she says it with a laugh, like her heart’s not beating out of her chest from the little glimpse of bare skin she can see through the open part of his shirt.

He looks straight into her eyes as he speaks, “I want to.” the words settle in the air between them and they come to a silent agreement. Her hands falling from his so that he can undo the rest of his buttons, shrugging out of his shirt so that she can see his bare torso.

He sits like that for a second, awaiting instructions.

“Um, you should lie down on your front” she says, gesturing to the canvas laid out on the ground, “Wait!” she calls out as he moves to lie down, “You should probably take off your trousers? I don’t wanna get paint on them or anything”

It’s the truth really, but it still feels silly to say out loud. Luckily he just laughs a little and takes them off, but the little clinking sound his belt makes does something to her breathing.

By the time he’s laying face down on the canvas, his head resting on his folded arms, she’s got her materials all lined up next to her. She kneels down beside him, but as she's about to start it occurs to her that this is the complete wrong angle to start the piece. And she knows where she needs to sit, but she’s got no idea how to ask.

“Spencer— I can’t really— this angle is a bit, um…” she stutters

“Maybe you should sit on me?” he asks, uncharacteristically calm, maybe it was the way her voice kept going up an octave, or how fast her heart had been beating almost this entire time, but something made him realize that he wasn’t the nervous one here for maybe the first time since he’d known her.

“You would— You don't mind?” she asks before even moving, and he smiles to himself.

“How could I?”

With that she climbs in top of him, resting a leg either side of his hips. She’s painfully aware that the only thing separating them now is the thin layer of each of their underwear. But she pushes the thought aside as she gets to work.

Spencer’s quiet and well behaved for most of it, only remarking every now and again when the paint was cold against his skin, or when he had to move just a little. All in all she’s finished within an hour.

“Are you finished?” he asks, his eyes closed, relaxing beneath her as she worked. There was something almost therapeutic about the feeling of the brushstrokes against his skin. But he hadn’t felt one for 3 whole minutes now.

“Yeah, sorry, I was just admiring it” she says, “I’ll take a picture for you” she reaches for her phone, snapping a quick photo. Then she sits up off of him and he misses the weight of her on top of him instantly.

When he sits up she sits down opposite him, handing over the phone so that he can take a look at the painting that adorned his back. He almost couldn’t tear his eyes away from it. The delicate lines, the striking colors, the perfect hands that had painted it.

“This is— I don’t even have the words” he says it in a hushed whisper, “I love it so much” she knows he’s telling the truth again, his eyes don't even look up from the screen to see her reaction, they’re still completely transfixed on the photo. When he does look up he’s smiling.

“Am I telling the truth?” he asks and she nods, but something about her nervous little expression, coupled with her sky-rocketing heart rate gives him the confidence he’s needed for years.

“What if I told that I’ve liked you for a very long time? Would I be telling the truth about that?” his smile is gone, instead it’s replaced with half-lidded eyes and softly parted lips.

For a second she’s not even sure if this is really happening, her eyes trail along his bare torso, taking in the tiny bits of paint that made it down his sides. When her eyes come back up to look in his own, still trained on her she can’t even speak, instead she’s lunging at him, pulling him in by the back of the neck and crashing their lips together.

She parts hers after a moment, allowing Spencer to slip his tongue inside, tangling with her own as his hands fly out to grab her by the waist, pulling her into his lap. When they break apart their chests are heaving, breathing ragged, staring straight into each others eyes.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long” he gasps before his lips are on hers again, hungry and eager.

Her hands start to roam all over his body, soothing over the planes of his skin, digging her fingernails in every now and again, forcing a little moan out of Spencer each time. When he finally grows too impatient his fingers start to work open the buttons on her oversized shirt.

After a minute he’s managed to get them all open and he can pull the shirt apart. As it slouches off of her shoulders he can see her underwear, it’s mismatched and there’s something endearing about it. The fact that neither of them anticipated this. But that was probably for the best, if he knew this is what he was going to do tonight his nerves would’ve gotten the better of him.

His hands are on her immediately, grabbing her breasts over the light cotton fabric, squeezing them gently as he presses his mouth against her neck, planting soft kisses all along it. She takes the time to shrug out of the shirt completely, and his hands snake behind her to unhook her bra and pull it off. Exposing her breasts completely for just a second before his mouth is on them. Cupping one in each hand and placing rough, sloppy kisses all over the soft skin as she moans above him.

“Spencer” she says it with a little gasp as his lips wrap around one of her nipples, just the sound of his name tumbling from her lips was enough to make him hard.

“I need you” she whimpers, and he's gone, bringing one of his hands down between her legs, ghosting over the crotch of her panties to feel the damp patch that had formed there.

“You’re so wet for me” he breathes against her ear, pushing one of his fingers harshly against the fabric, right against her clit, forcing another moan from deep in her chest.

“Fuck, I’ve been wet since I climbed on top of you” she moans, “I was worried you were gonna be able to feel it” she says with a breathy laugh.

“If I’d have been able to feel this,” he says, rubbing small circles over her panties, “then you wouldn’t have gotten to finish that painting”

Once he takes his fingers away she pushes him down by his shoulders, finally straddling the other side of his hips like she’d been thinking about doing for the past hour, or past several years. But he lets out a small yelp of protest.

“The painting!” he says as his back collides with the canvas but she chuckles.

“Fuck the painting” she leans in planting feverish kisses all along the expanse of his neck, sucking and biting in spots so that they’d hopefully leave little bruises later on.

From there they both give up on trying to preserve any of the art on Spencer’s back. Within a matter of minutes it was smeared all along the canvas beneath them. Along with some of the paint one, or both of them, had managed to knock over.

He’s not sure exactly how it happened but at one point he grips her waist and leaves a blue hand print along her skin from the paint he’d managed to put his palm in. When she catches sight of it she just lets out a small laugh.

“I don’t care” she says, when he’s looking up at her with just the smallest hint of worry, “As long as it doesn't get inside me we’re alright”

Before they get too messy she sits up off of him for a minute, taking off her panties and using them to wipe off the little bit of paint that had somehow ended up next to Spencer’s bottom lip. He lets out a small gasp as she traces the fabric along his skin and mutters a tiny, “Good as new” in her sultry sweet voice.

And then her lips are on his again as one of her hands snakes down in-between them to pull at the waistband of his boxers, she gets them down far enough to pull his cock out so that it was right in front of her. He was already achingly hard but something about the size of if in her nimble fingers made him twitch in her grip, leaking from the head with the anticipation.

“God, the things I want to do to you” she gasps as she pumps him up and down in long last strokes, squeezing every now and again as he squirmed underneath her, “But right now I need you inside me Spencer”

With that she rises up on her knees, hovering over him and lining his cock up right between her legs. She takes a second to tease him, running the head through her folds, so that he could feel and hear just how wet she was for him. Once he looks like he can’t take even one more second of the teasing she lowers her hips slowly, sinking down onto his length bit by bit. Right until her hips were flush with his own and he was buried completely inside of her.

They both had to take a minute to savor the feeling. The way she was so wet and warm around him, so tight that he could feel the way she clenched around him. 

The way he stretched her out so perfectly, filling her up in a way that made her think they might actually be made for each other.

And then she starts to move, pumping her hips up and down, leaning forward slightly so that she can rest her hands on his flushed chest for support. She starts off slow, almost at a teasing pace, taking him in as deep as she could each time.

“You feel even better than I imagined” he mutters, his hands coming up to grab her hips, leaving another set of handprints in their wake. “So perfect”

She leans down a little further so that she can place a small kiss on his lips.

“God, you do to! Didn’t know it could feel this good” she moans without really thinking about it, and then she realizes it’s the truth. Something about the anticipation made all of this feel so much better than it ever had with anyone else.

With his hands guiding her now, gripping her harshly, she starts to move faster. Working up and down with more force, both of them panting and moaning desperately as they grew closer and closer.

He’d dreamt about it, imagined it, thought about it, more times than he’d care to admit. But seeing her now, on top of him with her lips softly parted, little whines falling out of her as she hit her climax, he realized his mind could never do this justice.

“Fuck! Ah— Spencer, I’m gonna—” her hips slow to almost a stop, working up and down still but with staggered movements as she rides out her high. Thankfully Spencer’s only a second behind her and she can feel the way he's spilling inside of her, filling her up completely. Then she collapses flat onto his chest, both of them are covered in a sheen of sweat that almost makes their bare skin stick together.

“You’re covered in paint you know” is the first thing Spencer says, his fingers tracing along her back.

“You’re one to talk” she jokes, dragging her finger through the streak of red paint that had gotten on his neck somehow.

Then he finally turns his head, looking at the spilled and smeared paint that lay around them on the once bare canvas.

“I thought you needed this canvas for that painting?” he asks, but she just looks up at him with a smile.

“I think this turned out better”

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Solitaire with Spencer

This is what I imagine playing solitaire with our resident genius Dr Spencer Reid would look like! I play solitaire allot on my laptop (hence the theme) on Microsoft solitaire collection. So the actual playing of solitaire is specific to that. This goes without saying but please don’t repost my work, reblogs are welcome however.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader

Content: Pure SFW fluff, brief use of Y/N

Words: 546

Warnings: None, although this hasn’t been peer reviewed? is that what it’s called? so there might be a few mistakes.

A/N: This is my second Fanfiction writing extravaganza/expedition/whatever the fuck you wanna call it. Although I’m counting it as my first, because well, my actual first one was a croc of shite and riddled with cringe. Urban Dictionary definition of cringe: that fic. so, to my audience of idk how many, here’s my *first* fic! 

    The living room is cozy, warm and compact, which adds to the atmosphere. It’s a box room with a small and comfy L shaped couch in the left hand corner of the room. On the wall opposite it, centred, is a decently sized fireplace. To the left of it is a tv stand and tv. On the wall to the left of the fireplace was the door into the room, and a bookshelf which is practically filled to the brim with books. Not surprising for the apartment, considering you and spencer are its inhabitants. And, in the middle of the room was a mahogany coffee table. You were sitting on the couch, solitaire open on your laptop, as spencer walked in with two coffees in his hand. One of which had an exorbitant amount of sugar.

    “You know any card game is really all just math. They’re not that difficult to figure out” Spencer stated, putting your coffees on the table, making sure not to mix up the two. “Is that why you’re banned from nearly every casino in Vegas?” Y/N quipped. Spencer loved it whenever you played cards. The concentration that exuded from your face was truly a sight to see. He thought it was really cute. I mean he thought anything you did was cute but, this took the cake. “spencer?” Y/n interjected, waving their hands in his face in an attempt at catching his often times fickle attention. “oh uh, hey look!” He blurted, hoping you didn’t notice his blatant daydreaming. He could have sworn his body was working against him, as a faint blush was forming on his cheeks. “It’s telling you you’ve run out of moves” he stated, trying quickly to change subject and draw attention away from his face. Darned cheeks have a mind of their own, he thought. You noticed, but decided you’d let it slide. Just this once. But.. not without teasing him about it first. You loved how flustered it made him.  “Guess captain obvious decided to show up” you giggled. “Who’s that? Is it a new marvel character? did you know Marvel Comics has over 7,000 characters, and more than 50,000 if you count one off and secondary characters?” spencer asked “oh and there’s over 10,000 characters in the DC comics!” he exclaimed. “Oh how I love it when you ramble” you chuckled “but it’s a saying Spence. I was just teasing you for pointing out the obvious” you explained. Seemingly impossible, Spencer’s face went an even brighter red, causing you both to break out into a fit of laughter. After a moments bliss, you decided to speak again, saving him his embarrassment. Even though you had been dating for two years, well, two years, 4 months, 7 days, and 15 minutes if you ask Spencer, he still gets sheepish around you. “ Now, can I get back to Solitaire. I’m determined to win” you asked, your lips forming a smug grin. “you sure you don’t need any help?” Spencer teased “Captain I’m bad at solitaire.” He paused. “No offence.” You put your hand to your chest, pretending rather dramatically, to take a blow to the heart but you stopped abruptly “ Hey!! I am not bad at solitaire!” you remarked. “But, help would be appreciated.”

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