#diana reid

[iluvreid]

DARLINGGGGG

GUESS WHO JUST ESCAPED THE PSYCH WARD

#diana reid #spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #mgg #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x y/n #mgg pics #spencer reid x fem!reader #i need this man biblically #criminal minds smut

[lostingubler]

help i just saw someone say glee was diana reid’s schizophrenic hallucination 😭

#criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #dr spencer reid #diana reid #glee #suesylvester #matthew gray gubler #mgg pics #mgg

[youbutstupid]

Put some respect on Diana Reid. She loved her son more than anything. She was paranoid schizophrenic and still did everything she could to raise her son by herself. She never tried to make him feel anything but loved and she truly believed he was perfect. She never made Reid feel abnormal or bad, she saw he was exceptional and treated him as such, reading him literature even when she was going through the worst of her delusions. There’s a reason Reid loves her so much: Reid isn’t above holding a grudge, he will happily cut someone off if he wants to. There’s a reason he protects her so closely

#criminal minds #spencer reid #Diana Reid #I love her character so much

[tobias-hankel]

I love how Spencer gets defensive of mentally ill unsubs. Just imagine how many comments he probably got about his mom growing up. That was the 80s and 90s - people were less aware of mental illness, made fun of it more, and people loved to talk.

I wonder if he always stuck up for her or if he couldn't. If he knew he shouldn't snap back at the neighborhood boys that were twice his size or the teacher that talked about things she didn't know about. I wonder if people made comments like that about Diana. Saying oh it's too bad what happened to poor Diana. She is too ill to work and her husband left her... She was so sweet too. And Spencer knows she is still sweet - that she can be sweet when she is lucid enough to remember who he is, when she reads to him and calls him Crash - even though she might never know that she is the reason he is bruised.

I like to think that Spencer stood up for her but he might also be too smart for that. He would have to shoulder those comments about his mom. He would go home and cry into his pillow because the world was hating on the only person he had left for something she can't control. But then Spencer gets himself into the FBI, gets a badge and a gun and a score of degrees, and he never has to listen to another negative comment about his mom - or anyone with mental illness.

Spencer might not have always been able to protect his mom, but he sure as shit isn't going to let anyone bad mouth her now.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #1x11 #tw mental illness #diana reid #rambling here instead of annoying everyone on my discord server about my rewatch #I say that like I'm not about to post this and then share the link there #it's 5am why am I like this #but really Spencer is so great #cm screen caps #the quality is shit #but oh well

[the-au-thor]

I have an idea for Spencer Reid x female reader.

Spencer and the reader have a stable relationship. They are going through a stressful period, and Spencer struggles to realize that the reader is reaching their limit because she doesn't want to bother him. But finally, Spencer is there for her, helping her because they love each other.

If you don't like this, it's okay. I'd love to read it tho.

Love !

Hey dear one; sorry for the late very late answer. I've been very busy but I could take time to write a bit of this story on my free time. It was a little tough. I'll be talking about anxiety from my perspective although I am aware it is not the same to everyone.

I know how it feels to have your own enemy living rent free inside your brain telling you all the right things to break you. Keep fighting people! You are doing it fine, your best, don't put so much stress on your chest. Love you!

That day in the Café | Spencer Reid × Anxious! Reader

Word: 1k

Warning: Read this first!

You sat on your knees on the cold floor of the room as you tried to fold Diana's clothes, separating them carefully and leaving in a different pile those that were ready to be discarded. It had been a difficult and long week; Diana had a crisis while visiting you at home, and her psychiatrist conclude that her medications weren't working anymore and she needed a change of her prescription and that would either render her docile most of the time or leave her too disoriented and lethargic to hold a conversation.

When you and Spencer woke up in the mornings to give her the first dose; a cocktail of extremely strong medications, she would babble unintelligible and incoherent things. Every time you saw her swallow her pills heavily, you knew that wasn't Diana. Diana was fire, she was grace, and mental agility. Even with the mental lapses her illness caused, she could hold conversations, argue, defend herself, and string together five words without sounding like a poorly pronounced murmur. You hated seeing Diana like this.

Spencer was also distant; you knew you had to be patient; he struggled to open up with his feelings and above all to express them in a way that didn't make him feel vulnerable. Even with you and after all that time, you had to pick the right moment to remind him that you were a team, that he wasn't alone anymore, and that he simply had to let you in. Plus, you knew the routine would be different. Spencer wouldn't dedicate as much time to you, and it was understandable. After all, it was his mom. But he was forgetting to hold your hand occasionally, or cuddle with you at night while you solved word puzzles and he read his books. He was also leaving dirty dishes in the dishwasher, and if he made a mess, he forgot he had to clean it up. The towels were spread damp over the bed, he left puddles of water outside the shower for you to mop up, and honestly, you were also a bit exhausted. You didn't blame him; his mind was elsewhere with good reason lately. But yours was going to that negative place you had relegated to a very dark corner of your head but whose door occasionally opened to release all those negative emotions, self-sabotaging thoughts, and memories you preferred to forget. Stress was starting to take its toll on you, and you felt alone, you needed someone to hold you while you cried, but you didn't have anyone. And the worst: yes, you had someone, but that someone was too tense with his mother's situation and you didn't want to burden him with more worries. You tried to think of something else as you careful took a look into one of Diana's pajamas to fold it and stack it.

You remembered when Spencer and you were friends; you both fooled yourselves into thinking that was all you would ever be. You went out constantly, keeping a log to keep track of new cafés. One day you were drinking your coffees accompanied by a couple of donuts when he took your hand and told you he loved you. Your heart had beaten as if someone had replaced it with a drum that was constantly being pounded by a pair of drumsticks. You gave him a verbal list of all your flaws, all your traumas, and all the reasons why you weren't right for him. He invalidated each of your points. He wasn't going anywhere. If only he could see you now, you knew he would agree with you. Especially with the way your mind began to scream your thoughts at you, as if they were rioting inside you without apparent order. Your hands were trembling, and your eyes began to cloud over, not allowing you to continue folding the clothes. There, sitting on your knees, squeezing Diana's pajamas without being able to let them go because your mind was too far from your body to send it any orders. Tears ran down your cheeks, running a marathon, quickly slipping down the cliff of your chin and falling onto your bare, warm, and almost thick arms. You tried to do the breathing exercises your therapist had taught you, but you couldn't concentrate. You needed to get out of there; run somewhere. You didn't know what the hell was happening to you. You knew you had to ask for help, but you couldn't speak. That's when the first blow hit your face; your palm repeatedly hitting your forehead and then slapping yourself until the relief of the pain in your reddened cheek appeared, but that wasn't enough. You knew it was wrong, but you couldn't stop. You kept hitting yourself until you managed to get up and sit on the bed as you tried to breathe. You walked quickly to the bathroom and tried to clean your face in a small oasis of peace that you didn't know how long it would last; you could feel the next panic attack beginning to boil in your chest. Your hands squeezed the porcelain of the sink, and you resolved to get out of there; you walked through the living room, taking the house keys and your jacket before announcing that you were going to visit Penelope. Spencer looked at you from his desk and left his office to catch up with you at the door, with a furrowed brow and a worried face. He took your shoulders, stopping your departure knowing that something was wrong because you didn't want to look him in the eye. He saw the trail your tears had left on your face, the tip of your nose red, and then the marks on your cheek and forehead.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, but you were unable to speak. He enveloped you in his arms and began to trace circles on your back, massaging between your shoulder blades and lower back. "It's okay; cry. Let it out," he asked, beginning to hear the crying come out.

It seemed like you had so much, that the sobs bottled up in your throat made it hard for you to breathe.

"I-I'm s-sorry so much. I hate crying," you murmured between uncontrollable tears, feeling Spencer stroke your hair, burying his fingers and massaging your scalp.

"We're made for that. You don't have to apologize, breathe, my love. Here; listen," he said softly as he lovingly guided you to his chest so you could hear his heartbeat.

At first, the frequency wasn't noticeable, you were too aware of yourself for that, but slowly the sound of his heart managed to overpower the volume of the screams inside you, and you felt your breathing becoming easier. Spencer's hands firmly squeezed your shoulders, and you felt his fingers giving affectionate massages.

"What happened?" he murmured as he continued holding your face against his chest.

"I d-don't know," you murmured still with a trembling voice. "I was folding Diana's clothes for the clinic, and then I started to..j-just feel too much" You heard his sigh, and then a soft kiss on your forehead, brushing his lips against your skin. You felt his warm breath collide against you, and that seemed to calm you even more.

"My love, I told you to rest," he remembered with an almost tired whisper, "you've done too much this week."

You shook your head frantically, feeling more tears coming out of your eyes. "I feel like I can't do anything right lately."

That managed to make Spencer let you go to take your face in his hands and look into your eyes as he wiped the tears from your cheeks. "Are you kidding? You've done too much this week. A-and I...my love; you've done things you shouldn't be doing. She's my mom."

You frowned slightly before defending your position.

"I love Diana, nothing I've done has been out of obligation. I do it willingly. It's just that...I-I feel so bad doing it because I know that if it weren't for her new treatment, she would be perfectly fine, and she wouldn't feel like I'm invading her personal space every time I help her bathe or dress."

He nodded several times with a tired half-smile, resting his forehead against yours.

"I know. I understand. I'm sorry."

"And I think that she has been through this before, and you've had to take care of her alone, and it's not fair. And now I'm worrying you just because I can't be s-strong enough," you felt his fingers caressing your cheeks and jawline as he kissed your face softly.

"Don't say that," he spoke almost sadly, "it's a very difficult situation."

"You're handling it well."

"No, I've been through this before, and every time it's a challenge."

You frowned touching his face with the palm of your hand.

"And why...? Why didn't you tell me?"

He seemed to hesitate before answering, "Because I didn't want to worry you."

You slowly pulled away from him, feeling your eyelids beginning to feel heavy from crying.

"I didn't want to either," you whispered and shook your head tiredly, "this won't work if we don't talk."

He nodded slowly. "I know."

"I know you don't want to worry me, but by not telling me anything, you isolate me, and I feel like a burden, like I'm not doing anything to help you." Spencer looked at you regretfully and shook his head vigorously.

"Sweetheart, no. You're spectacular; you do things that I wouldn't think of. You cleaned mom's closet, you washed her hair, you cut it, and painted her nails. I wouldn't have thought of that, believe me."

"But I want you to trust me; you need to tell me what's happening here" you placed a finger on his forehead and your palm on his chest "and here" He nodded, placing his hand over yours gently, and you felt the warmth of his palm on your skin "I know you've done this alone all your life, and I know it's going to be hard to share your feelings with me. But I'm here for all the time, and if y-you can accept my panic attacks and intrusive thoughts, I want you to share with me the ugly and the painful." Spencer's eyes read you for a good while before speaking again. He hugged your hand with his and brought it to his lips.

"I've been pushing you away lately, haven't I?"

You nodded "But I know it's because you've been worried"

"No," he denied, "I was selfish. I only thought about mom and licking my own wounds like a sort of solitary bear. I didn't take into account that this is new for you, and that you would feel overwhelmed. Really, my love, forgive me. You're right: we're a team. And I've been just... not cooperating at all"

"I don't want you to blame yourself, please," you pleaded almost begging.

"No. But it's something I have to fix. I'll call Pen and ask her to come; mom's sleeping and she'll be doing it for a while" he searched for his phone in his pocket and began typing rapidly on the screen "We're going to take a little trip to an old friend's cabin, and on the way, we're going to talk: find a blanket and a coat. I'll do something for us to eat when we get there," he began to walk through the living room, and you watched him standing halfway. He stopped and furrowed his brow "what's wrong?"

"I don't want to leave Diana," you stammered nervously, "not because of a panic attack."

He approached you in giant steps and took your face in his hands again.

"For years I kept my friends away from my private life. Especially from what concerned mom. I isolated myself and growled and dismissed any help the guys offered. Because I'm her son, and I didn't care about sacrificing myself," he offered you a brief kiss to look at you again "But now I have you, and I'm not willing to sacrifice you. I love you, and I also have to take care of you" he planted another one of his kisses on your lips, but this time it lasted a little longer "let's put some ice on your cheeks, okay?"

You nodded.

"I love you. I will take care of you too"

He brushed the tip of his nose against yours and smiled "You are already doing it" then you heard the doorbell, and he kissed you once more before stepping away. "I told you, right? At the café: that there was nothing that could make me stop loving you or push you away, right?"

Your chest still felt somewhat tight, and you knew there were still many tears inside you waiting to come out, but still, it made you smile. And there it was; everything your mind had fabricated, the fears and self-sabotaging thoughts started to slowly fade as Spencer held your hand all the way to the old Gideon's cabin near the woods. And that night Spencer cuddle with you while you talked. And you knew everything was gonna be alright.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds fanfic #dr spencer reid #spencer reid au #criminal minds au #diana reid #spencer reid blurb

[snarkylinda]

Spencer was right in accusing his father of the worst actually-

Btw everyone and their mother had noticed that the scene implied this wasn't an insolated incident- I just wanted to remind everyone that when children grown up in an environment that could get them taken away from their guardians they become experts lying, hiding bruises, etc.

I'll just say that that "Probably bumbed onto something" came out super easy.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #diana reid #everything I had learned about this family had been against my will (I am the one putting every episode on)

[ralvezfanatic]

HELP ??

#went on twitter js to see this #💀💀 #𖤐 rambles #criminal minds #spencer reid #diana reid

[ropoto]

Spencer Reid + hugging

requested by anon - thank you for the request! <3

#criminal minds #spencer reid #emily prentiss #savannah hayes #derek morgan #stephen gideon #will lamontagne #penelope garcia #aaron hotchner #jennifer jareau #criminalmindsedit #diana reid #cm #cm 2x14 #cm 8x06 #cm 10x13 #cm 11x11 #cm 12x11 #cm 12x22 #cm 13x01 #cm 15x02 #cm 15x10

[confusionmeisss]

spencer would so name one of his kids after gideon. and if he had a daughter, diana, like it’d be her middle name. yup 😌

#ali’s thoughts & opinions 📼 #spencer reid #dr spencer reid #dr reid #criminal minds #jason gideon #diana reid

[only-one-brain-cell]

Diana after meeting Spencer for the first time in a long time: you drink too much coffee 😡 you need to eat, you’re a growing boy.

Spencer: mom I’m 26

Diana: GROWING. BOY.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #diana reid #potato rewatches criminal minds #criminal minds 2x1 #this conversation is not specific to just this scene #I imagine them having this conversation a lot

[iluvreid]

Sometimes I like to think of the tv show Glee as a whole as one of Diana Reid’s hallucinations. Like that show was a fever dream in itself so it makes sense

#glee #Sue sylvester #diana reid #spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid smut #mgg #spencer reid x y/n #mgg pics #spencer reid x fem!reader #i need this man biblically #criminal minds smut

[ceriseswift]

nobody knows what it means to me that spencer reid’s literal mother is played by jane lynch. i owe my life to that woman. sue sylvester had such a profound impact on my childhood honestly

#watching glee at 11 knowing she’s the best character #she’s also great in cm #the range #spencer reid #criminal minds #diana reid #jane lynch #matthew gray gubler #mgg

[bisexualmultifandommess]

It’s Spencer’s turn!!

I headcanon Reid as bisexual (though I like fics where he’s gay too).

His mum was the first person he came out to because it felt right to tell her first because of how close he is to her. She took it really well. She sometimes doesn’t remember but even when she doesn’t she never says a bad word about it.

He definitely had a thing for Ethan and there was a lot of tension between the two of them are they had good chemistry.

He never dated when he was younger because people were a lot older than him but he’s had crushes before.

I like to believe that he developed feelings for Morgan over time. He gets a little flustered whenever he calls him Pretty Boy but secretly likes it.

He had a strong connection with Maeve and really liked her a lot. It ended too soon but I think she was nice.

Eventually I think in an AU his feelings for Morgan would start to be reciprocated.

He definitely thought that Hotch’s brother was hot because I think he was kind of watching him in his episode like JJ and Garcia were.

Him and Emily are definitely both Queer let’s be honest. After the whole business of Spencer’s addiction and anger towards her and the others he feels at some point they manage to become good friends and are able to talk about things. They’re like brother and sister.

Garcia definitely took him to a Pride Parade and made sure he got to experience the whole colourful ways of dressing. She also made sure to let him take breaks when he got overwhelmed. He doesn’t go all the time because loud parades aren’t really his thing but he appreciated her taking him and will occasionally go to them with her because he feels more comfortable with her.

Rossi didn’t really understand it at first and would occasionally say the wrong thing unintentionally but after a while and after the rest of the team kept explaining when he’d made a mistake he started to understand and become a supporter. He still doesn’t understand everything but Spencer appreciates him trying to understand and where’s he got to.

Hotch is already protective of his team so if he found out someone was being a bigot towards his son friend he’s going to be pissed.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #derek morgan #diana reid #ethan criminal minds #spencer x ethan #maeve donovan #maeve x spencer #moreid #morgan x reid #sean hotchner #jennifer jereau #penelope garcia #emily prentiss #david rossi #aaron hotchner #pride #pride month #happy pride 🌈 #lgbt #lgbtqa

[tobias-hankel]

Everyone always talks about how much Spencer loves his mother, Diana, but the relationship just hurts when you think about it.

Here Spencer is after having an incredibly long day. He flew from Las Vegas back to Quantico, figured out an extremely hard puzzle, found out his mother was in danger - then had to admit his mom is mentally ill and that he could be too one day. His mom is rude to him about his body, letters, and over the fact she was flown there to save her life. He then failed a negotiation and a man killed himself in front of him. He was hurt by a bomb, caught on fire, and helped rescue a victim while escaping a burning house.

And then after all that, he stands in front of his mom - exhausted, charred, vulnerable - and he doesn't tell her how he was hurt or about what he did. He says how she helped save Rebecca's life and Diana doesn't even look up.

Diana doesn't give any indication that she even knows who Spencer is and she doesn't ask about the ash all over him. It's clearly nighttime and she asks if it's lunchtime. She doesn't remember that she read the books she asked him about to him.

Then Spencer, even though he is so tired, has to help his mom on the flight back across the United States, while reading to her and taking care of her while Spencer has no one taking care of him.

And this is medicated, well taken care of, Diana. If this is Diana on an alright day, on medicine - what was she like when Spencer was a child.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #diana reid #and I know she is mentally ill and can't help that #I'm just saying #that Spencer shouldered a lot and it hurts #like criminal minds writers really wanted to point out that Spencer is alone all the time #not just with his mom but in general #like no love interest and then the one he gets is killed #he gets another and he tells her how know one has been to his apartment in years #they always point out how Spencer is so different and weird #and they show a bond between Hotch and Rossi - Derek and PG - JJ has Will - Emily doesnt have 1 person but she does things and has friends #it's so odd how they do this to Spencer #2x1 #the fisher king

[spritehouse]

pt. 3

⚠️tw for suicide (jj's sister) & suicidal idealization

<- part 2 | part 4 ->

I DELETED MY SAD HOTCH AND PENELOPE SCENE PACKS bc i ran out of storage :[

#criminal minds #spencer reid #emily prentiss #penelope garcia #aaron hotchner #diana reid #jemily #jennifer jareau #lex rambles #lex media

[snarkylinda]

This is the less subtle fucking metaphor I had ever seen but Idc is cute as hell and if my mom and friend don't talk about how I am a rusty ass bitch on the exterior but with a soft smushy interior on my deathbed I am not dying.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #penelope garcia #diana reid