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michelle-is-writing · 1 month

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Doubt, Spencer Reid

Word Count: 1k~

I've noticed Spencer avoiding me lately and looking rather sad. He doesn't reject me when I give him attention, but its almost as if he never returns the favor. I commonly see him reading a book for a few minutes before losing focus or interest in the work of literature and putting it down with a sigh. It's unusual for Spencer to lose interest in something so quickly, and it's strange for Spencer to not talk to me as much as he usually would.

After returning from a day of work at the BAU, Spencer does what he usually does and places his bag beside the door along with his shoes before stripping off his coat and hanging it up. Walking over to me, he plops down on the couch beside me and plops his head beside my legs. Happy to see him, I smile at down him, moving my hand to lightly drag my finger across his cheek. He doesn't smile at this, but he doesn't pull away from my touch either. This is my moment to ask him.

"Spence, baby," I say his name, causing him to glance up at me. "Are you okay?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows. "You haven't been your usual self, and I'm kind of worried."

Staring up at me, Spencer stays quiet for several seconds before sighing and answering me. "I'm okay, yes," he answers, sitting up. "I've just... I've just had a few things on my mind lately," With his back facing me, I move closer to him before wrapping my arms around him and pulling him into me, his head laying back on my shoulder.

"Then tell me," I say to him, leaning over and kissing his cheek. "Tell me what's on your mind."

Spencer shakes his head in a way that says he doesn't think it's a big deal; we've been dating for so long that we know what each other's movements mean. I know when he purses his lips and shakes his head that he doesn't think something is a big deal. I also know that when Spencer's eyes stare straight ahead instead of meeting mine that he's afraid to tell me something, or he's a bit hesitant in what he's about to say. Even though he's doing all of these, I don't stop asking him until he finally sighs and begins to speak, his voice low.

"I'm not good enough for you," Spencer tells me, making me a little confused. "I can't do a lot of things with you like travel or take you on planned dates without stupid work cutting in," he sighs, closing his eyes. "Besides, I'm never home with you for more than two or three days. Not to mention I'm socially awkward and I sometimes don't know what to say... sometimes, all I can think about is how you're too good for me, and you deserve someone so, so much better."

After hearing his confession, I don't know what to say. I wait a few moments to respond as I slowly process through everything Spence just admitted. I never knew he thought this way, but now it all makes sense. The way he's avoided me for the past few days... the way he constantly apologizes for silly mistakes even though it's not that big of a deal... it all pieces together now.

"I wish you wouldn't say such lies," I finally answer him, placing my hand on the side of his face. Turning him toward me, I push my lips against his, smiling as he kisses back before pulling me into his lap and close to his chest. It's moments like these that I live for, that I dream about. I crave these moments day and night, and when they happen, nothing around me matters. All that matters is my lips on Spencer's, and his heart beating against my own.

Pulling away from the kiss, I rub my thumb against his cheek before finishing my sentence. "But you're all that I've ever wanted in my life," I continue, sighing blissfully while tears come to my eyes. "And if I'm being honest, you're perfect for me. I know that sounds selfish, but-"

Before I can keep on, Spencer's lips reattach themselves to mine again before his hands find their way into my hair. With Spencer finally making the move to kiss me after what feels like forever, I tearfully smile and wrap my arms around his neck, linking my hands together. Soon, we're both lying down on the couch with my body beneath Spencer's own perfect body.

Pulling away to breathe, Spencer smiles softly and sweetly at me, the entire room lighting up as he does so. "You're perfect for me too," He confesses, his voice gentle and calm. "I can't live without you. If you'll have me, I-I'd like to marry you one day," Spencer further concludes, making my eyes widen as everything around me comes to a halt.

"Are you asking me to marry you?" I ask, staring up at him with wide eyes. In response, Spencer gently smiles and nods.

"I don't want it to seem like this is a split-second decision I'll regret later because it isn't, and I know I'll never regret this," He begins, taking my hand in his. "But this feels so right. When thinking about being with you for the rest of my life, I thought maybe you wouldn't want me, but now... it just seems like the perfect moment to do this,"

Leaning back down, Spencer's lips hover over mine as he continues, my full name falling from his lips as I smile with tears in my eyes once again. "If you'll let me, I'd like to make you (Y/n) (M/n) Reid instead," he confesses, smiling. "The only thing I'd ever want to change about you is your last name," his comment makes me giggle before leaning up and attaching my lips to his, holding him closer once more.

"Yes, Spencer," I answer him, pulling back to stare into his beautiful hazelnut orbs. "A million times yes," I add, placing my hands on the sides of his face before kissing him again, my fingers running against the light stubble of his cheeks as his hands find their way to my waist. Once again, my lips are on Spencer's, and our hearts are beating against each other's, although this time, it feels as if our heartbeats are one in the same.

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all-i-do-is-live-in-daydreams · 19 days

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spencer reid I'm going to smooch you on the mouth so hard

WHY IS HE SO PRETTY

#im losing it #started watchung criminals minds and immediately latched onto soencer reid #got me giggling and kicking my feet #im only on s2 rn but im excited to get to the season where he has the long hair #the long hair is Such a look omg #criminal minds #criminal minds fandom #spencer reid criminal minds #spencer reid pics #spencer reid photos #spencer reid fandom #spencer reid cm #spencer reid #matthew gray gubler #mgg

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emberfrostlovesloki · 5 months

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Anon, um.... thank you so much!!! This is so kind. Oh my goodness, I'm blushing as I type this. I'm so glad you like my blog. Thank you for spending time here! You are always welcome here - Love Levi ❤️

Here's a small (very small) Spencer blurb for us.

Socks

Prompt: How Derek finds out Spencer has a girlfriend.

Pairing: Spencer x fem reader. The reader uses she/her pronouns.

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 559 words

Content Warnings: Brief mention of intimacy/none.

A/N: Nothing really to add here except that if you like this story, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

P.S. Barely edited.

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_y/n_ = your name.

Spencer rolled into the conference room two minutes late. This prompted looks from everyone else in the room. Reid said, "Sorry I'm late." He didn't provide a reason for why he was tardy, and Hotch, standing at the front of the room said, "It's fine for once." The genius sat down and listened as the team continued to debrief. It took him a second to read over the information he had missed in his file. As the team piled into the jet, Morgan and JJ sat next to him. Reid's pants leg was lifted a little as his right leg crossed over his left. Morgan noticed his friend's mismatched socks and said, "You have a problem with your footwear this morning, Reid?" Spencer flushed. Spencer was known for having mismatched socks. It happened often, but today was an extreme example. He had one calf-length black sock on his left foot and one short white on his right. Even for Reid, this was an extreme. Spence murmured something under this breath and Morgan teased, "Come again, Reid?"

Spencer was thinking of that morning. How warm he felt in _y/n_'s arms. She had asked to be the big spoon the night before and it wasn't something Spencer had experienced before. She had crawled behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. _y/n_'s face was pressed between his shoulder blades, and he had to wonder if this was comfortable for her. He asked hesitantly, "Is this comfortable for you. _y/n_.?" She had softly hummed out a, 'Yes,' as they settled in for sleep. Spencer's insomnia lifted a bit when she was with him. It was a reprieve. And, as it turned out, this sleeping situation had seemed to ease his mind into oblivion even further. In the morning, he woke later than usual. He panicked for a moment; he was going to be late. For one second, he just stayed, seeping into the soft intimacy of the moment. It was _y/n_ that had ended up pushing him out the door, tossing two random socks in his direction. He hadn't even looked at them as he slipped them on with his loafers.

Reid's brain was momentarily back there but was pulled from the memory as his phone pinged. Spencer pulled it out of his pocket. He swiped up on his messages. As much as Derek tried not to look at the text, he was sitting just close enough and in view to see that the sender didn't have a name. There were just these emojis where a name would normally be: ❤️ 📕 🌟. This immediately Derek's interest was piqued, and he couldn't stop himself from reading the message. It was simple: just, "Stay safe out there, Spence. Love you." Morgan almost fell out of his seat. Spence had a partner! And he had been keeping it a secret from all of them? Derek had to wonder how long this had been going on. Morgan cleared his throat and said, quietly, "Reid, walk with me to the back of the jet for a minute?" Spencer followed his friend to the rear of the jet, and Derek looked at him, eyes piercing. The tall, lithe man blushed and said, "Well, I guess I've got some stuff to spill..." Derek gave a warm smile. It was nice to know that Spencer was getting care from someone. That he wasn't alone all the time in his city apartment. Derek leaned back against the small counter that housed the coffee machine and waited for Reid to speak. He was ready to listen.

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gg-s-world · 4 months

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zvdvdlvr · 2 months

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— Alive and Breathing.

— 🩷. Synopsis. Spencer gets a phone call.

— 🩷. Warnings. Angst. Lung injuries. Back injuries. Blood but nothing descriptive. Possible medical term errors. Hospital. Fluff. Unedited. I want an octopus. Worried!Spencer. Crying. Pet names. Welder!Reader. Female reader. — 🩷. Other welder!reader fics. Lunch Break. Learning to Live Again.

Spencer’s phone rang, disturbing the silence that blanket the office. It was a paperwork day: the time had finished up the night before and since it was so late Hotch let everyone postpone their work until tomorrow. He looked at it, confused. The ringtone was different than the one he had specially for you, so he was worried. He clicked answer and held it up to his ear.

“Is this a Spencer Reid?” A (tired) woman asked the second he picked up.

“Uh…” Spencer paused, eyebrows furrowing even more, “yes. Why?”

“Your wife, y/n, was found outside a… Loco Fiesta Motel. She is currently recovering from extensive surgery, but the last thing she asked for before going under was to call you,” the woman explained patiently.

Spencer felt his stomach drop. “I- I- I’ll be there as soon as possible.” He slammed his thumb down on the ‘end call’ harder than intended. Emily peered at Spencer from her paperwork, Derek doing the same.

“What’s happenin’, pretty boy?” Derek asked, watching his best friend pack all of his necessities in his bag.

“Y/n. She- she’s jn the hospital and it’s bad. I- I need to go. I need to go…” Soencer rambled, tears blurring his cision as he fumbled for his keys. You were his everything: if something happened to you Spencer wouldn’t know what to do with himself if you-

“Hey, hey, hey. Take a breath, Reid,” Enily soothed, gingerly taking the keys from Reid’s hands. “We’ll go. Just let me go tell Hotch, okay? Get a water with Morgan and I’ll be right back.”

Spencer’s shuddering form was swiftly embraced by Derek’s as Emily went up to Hotch’s office.

She walked in, making Hotch look up immediately. “Y/n is in the hospital. Spencer said it’s pretty bad. Can-“

Hotch stood up. “We’ll all go. Dave’ll come by later,” he explained as he hastily tucked his gun in it’s holster and his badge on his belt. “He was out getting lunch, I’ll tell him to meet us there.”

Enily nodded, following Hotch out the door of his office. His fast steps slowed considerable as he approached Reid’s shaking form. Hotch rested a hand on his shoulder, making the youngest agent of the BAU turn. “She’ll be okay, Reid. Let’s go,” he murmured consolingly.

The entire ride to the hospital, Spencer didn’t say a word. ‘Extensive surgery’ the nurse had said. That could mean any number of things: heart surgery, lung surgery, leg surgery, literally anything. Did you fall? Did someone ambush you? Did something in your body just… stop working? Did someone do things to you? Was it even another person?

Spencer felt the anticipation growing in his stomach, growing and making him feel cold. He felt his finger twitching, remembering how they had carded through your hair the night before. His lips tightened in a straight line, he couldn’t lose you. If he lost you, he lost himself.

His foot bounced on the floor of the SUV. He couldn’t hear the sirens that Hotch had turned on to get them to their destination- the hospital- faster, couldn’t hear his own uneven breathing as his mind showed him imaged of you, couldn’t hear Emily calling his name from literally two inches away from him.

It was only when a blast of cool air from the now open door beside him did Spencer realize they were there- at the hospital.

He got out shakily, not registering Derek’s presence behind him. He inhaled and exhaled once before darting toward the doors of he hospital.

Behind him, the team followed. “You ready for this?” Derek asked Emily, struggling to even keep up with Reid.

She shrugged. “Have to be,” she answered. “I mean, I want to be here for both of them. It’s just hard to see him like that.”

“I know, Em. I know.”

“I’m looking for y/n Reid. She- she was in surgery last I heard,” Reid burst out.

“Hold on just one second, sir,” the male nurse drawled, scrolling through something on his computer. “She’s still in surgery right now. Do you know what happened?”

Spencer shook his head. “I don’t know.”

The man nodded. “From what we understand, she was working on the roof at…” he trailed off, looking through his record again.

“Loco Fiesta motel,” Spencer prompted.

“That’s the one. The harness she had used while working on the building was faulty. When she lost traction on the roof, she fell off. Mrs. Reid landed on her back. Luckily, she was wearing a construction helmet, which prevented many cerebral injuries. But, as you probably understand, a fall like that messed up her spine and could cause major damage to her legs,” he explained solemnly.

Spencer whimpered, knees threatening to give out. All he imagined was your limp body strewn out of concrete like an unwanted doll.

Gasps came from Emily and Derek. Hotch reached out fast enough to catch Spencer before his legs gave out, steadying him. “Do you have any idea how long it’ll take for the surgery to be over?” Hotch asked, a lump if emotion lodged in his throat.

“It’s hard to say, sir, but the second I hear anything, you’ll be notified,” the man assured.

Hotch simmered in emotions closely identified to rage and sadness. He knew y/n wouldn’t knowingly use faulty equipment, wouldn’t even consider accepting that job unless she knew for a fact that all of her equipment was up-to-date and guaranteed to get her through the job unharmed. Aaron vowed to prosecute the company that made the harness and to make sure their business went bankrupt.

“Let’s just, uh,” Hotch started, adjusting his grip on the man currently leaning onto him, “let’s sit down.” He silently led the team over to a seating area. Hotch set Spencer down carefully, making sure his limp arms didn’t hit anything. When Spencer was situated, Hotch leaned back and onserved the man in front of him. Spencer Reid, the man he’d knew since Spencer was 23. The man who’d gone from a ocially awkward guy who couldn’t hold a conversation with a woman for more than thirty seconds to a husband who was barely holding himself up in the hospital that his wife was currently currently being cut up in. My god, Hotch thought, kid’s grown up.

Thirteen hours later. Thirteen hours later, Spencer was shaken awake by the nurse that had previously told him what had happened to his wife.

“She’s out of surgery, sir” was all the man had to say before Spencer snapped awake and starting waking up Rossi, Hotch, Emily, JJ, Garcia, and Derek. Spencer didn’t remember Penelope or JJ coming in. “Where is she?”

The man led the way, bringing Spencer up to speed on what happened. “She crashed three times during the surgery. Mrs. Reid has bruised many columns of her spine and the fall caused internal bleeding in the stomach, lungs, and heart. The spinal contusions take about six months to a year to heal. This added with the bleeding? I’d say Mrs. Reid will have to leave work for roughly two years. She’s in a medically induced coma for the time being as we moniter her progress. But. She’s alive.”

‘Two years’ winded everyone. It felt like a literal gut punch, especially to Spencer. You loved your job. You loved working with different personalities. You loved working with your hands. You loved working. But the thing you loved most? You loved being able to come home, embraced by Spencer after a pretty rough day and Spencer insisting on massaging every inch of your body after drawing you a bath. Two. Damn. Years.

And yet, you were alive. A fall like that could have wasily killed someone: snapped their neck, splattered their brains on the pavement, organs exploding on impact… the list goes on. But you were alive. Alive and breathing.

That’s what Spencer repeated to himself as he entered the ICU. Alive and breathing. The nurse had walked the team to your room, insisting on only one people at a time: visiting hours were over, but the nurse sympathized. Hotch had nodded and shaken the nurse’s hand, gravelly voice speaking the words “You don’t know how much this means” and “Thank you so much”, ending with a quieter “From all of us”.

Alive and breathing, Spencer repeated, exhaling.

He slowly walked into the room, eyes locked on you. And the freakish amount of machines and the respirator you were hooked into. Spencer felt tears spring in his eyes as he rounded the bed to your side.

Spencer quietly tugged a chair over to your side and sat down. “Hi, baby,” he greeted. His voice shook as he gingerly took your hand in his. The calluses on your hands were comforting, something you’d always have. But after those two years…

“I brought the team, y/n. They’re- everyone’s here. Here for you,” Spencer sobbed, hiding his face in your closed hand. They were cold, Spencer observed. Too cold. Cold like the blood in Spencer’s veins when he got that damn phone call. Cold like the nights when Spencer would literally lay on top of you to get warm during the winter months (you’re basically a walking heater). Cold like the corpses Spencer saw every goddamned day. He choked on his breath. Alive and breathing, his consciousness weakly whispered. But you almost weren’t alive.

When he caught his breath, Spencer looked at your sleeping face. “I’m so sorry this happened, baby. You don’t deserve this.”

Spencer’s body shook with sobs. Somewhere deep in his heart he hoped you would magically wake up from your coma like in the movies you’d watched with Spencer. “I’ll be back in a minute, baby. I’ll- I’ll send in the team so they can go home and get some sleep,” he spoke, brushing hair out of your face and pressing a kiss to your clammy face. “I love you, wife.”

Spencer walked out, fist pressed to his mouth, struggling not to break down in front of the people he grew to call his family. “Go in and see her. Go home. Get some sleep. I’m-“ Spencer’s voice trembled as he kept his eyes locked on the floor. “I’m staying with her.”

Garcia darted into the room first, withholding tears.

Rossi approached Spencer, who was still caught in a staring contest with a floor. “Hey, kiddo. I’ll go with you to get something to eat and drink,” he said. He felt his heart break a little more when Spencer just nodded, furiously scrubbing at his eyes and when he leaned in to Rossi’s arm as Rossi led the way to the vending machine.

Penelope placed little Beanie Babies on the desk next to y/n before taking a shiddering breath. “We’re all waitin’ for you, you death-defying woman,” she whispered.

Derek immediately pulled her into a hug when she exited the room, nodding to JJ to go in next.

“Derek, she looks- she looks-“ Penelope stuttered, makeup smearing through all her tears. Derek hushed her and pulled her back into his arms. “I know, mama. I know.”

“What, uh… what are you going to do?” Emily asked Hotch. She herself felt little pinpricks in her eyes.

“Spencer needs to be here,” Hotch replied. “He’s getting the time off, I just- this is gonna tear him apart.” He dragged a hand down his face, his other hand resting on his hip. “Keep an eye on him, Emily.”

She nodded silently. JJ emerged from the room shortly after, sniffling. “I’m gonna head out, Hotch. Call me if-“

“I will. Get home safely, get some sleep,” Hotch responded.

JJ nodded.

“Go,” Hotch urged, tapping Emily’s shoulder.

A few minutes after Emily left, Derek took Penelope back home. That left Hotch.

He quietly took a seat by you, clearing his throat. He had to find the right words. “I’m glad you’re…” Aaron fiddled with the button on his suit. “I’m glad you fought as hard as you did. Thank you, y/n. Keep breathing, okay?” Aaron sat there in silence for a few more minutes until Rossi brought Spencer back.

After Aaron stood up he really looked at y/n. Her closed eyes, clammy skin, yellow complexion- Hotch assumed something happened to her liver- and memorized it. He knew this would be one of the turning points in your life and Spencer’s. And Hotch wanted to be able to be there to offer advice. “Sleep well, y/n.”

“Go see her, Dave. Then go home, alright?” Hotch murmured, patti g the man’s back.

Spencer leaned against the wall, granola bars and water bottle in hand- unopened. “I love her, Hotch.” He whispered, finally looking Aaron in the eye.

Hotch nodded. “I know you do, kid. She knows it too. Just… be here. You have all the time you need, you understand?” After Spencer nodded, Rossi left the room.

“Call me, Reid, if you need it,” Rossi told Spencer, patting his shoulder. “Good night, kid. Try to get some sleep, okay?

“I’ll try,” Spencer replied. “Good night.”

And then there was one.

Spencer entered the room and sat back down. “I’m back, my beautiful wife,” Spencer mumbled. “I won’t be leaving you anytime soon.”

Eventually Spencer fell asleep. He didn’t care about visiting hours, he just showed the nurses his badge and his sunken, bloodshot eyes and pleaded them to let him stay.

And then later when Spencer woke up, you were still alive and breathing.

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swaggysagiewagie · 9 months

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I think soencer has actually consumed my fucking life rn

I was msg a friend and we were talking abt tropes and i kid u fucking not i typed out “i love to reid the one bed trope”

I WAS SOBBING ON THE FUCKING FLOOR 😭

#hes apart of me now #come home baby we miss you #sagiewagieapproved #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #spencer reid fanfiction #dr spencer reid #spencer reid smut #criminal minds smut

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holly-the-trash-writer · 1 year

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There's No Place Like Home

Soencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader

Summary: The tornado was coming closer and closer to the team. You and Spencer were too far away from the bunker. That is until you spot a large pipe and get an idea from a certain movie. (S7Ep7)

Word Count: 1,240

A/N: This has been a WIP for years, so I just wanted to post it.

Morgan and J.J grabbed Shaun off the ground and ran back towards the tornado bunker with the other officers while you and Spencer ran towards Travis.

“Travis! Stop!” You yelled into the storm; you could barely hear yourself think because the wind was so loud.

“We can’t help him. Y/n, he’s gone! Come on!”

The lightening flashed and the two of you were stuck in place as you watched the tornado pick Travis off the ground and he was swept into the deadly wind.

You always remembered a saying, if a tornado isn’t moving then that means it’s headed straight for you. You and Spencer were so close that you saw the swirls of wind catch trees and fences and rip them into the air.

“Oh, oh God.”

You felt Spencer’s fingers capture your wrist as tightly as he could manage, “Y/n, run!”

The two of you turned and began sprinting back to where the bunker was.

There was only one problem, the bunker was a lot further away than they had thought it.

You weren’t going to make it.

Looking around, you spotted a large water pipe nearby that was sticking out of the ground in an arch shape. A completely crazy idea filled your brain, so you pull on Spencer’s hand, jerking him to the left.

“What are you doing?” he yells over the storm.

You drop down on the ground next to the arched pipe, “I saw this in a movie once! These kinds of pipes run far underground.” You explained as you took out your handcuffs and placed on cuff around the pipe and cuffed the other tight on your wrist.

Spencer’s eyes widened, “A movie?! Do you know how inaccurate that is?!” He screamed back at you.

“Spencer! There is an F2 tornado right behind you, and we aren’t going to make it to the bunker! Now cuff yourself to this pipe or so help me that will be the least of your worries!”

He shook his head in disbelief, ready to argue with you but a bright lightning strike made him quickly take out his own cuffs, cuffing his left hand to the pipe and ducking underneath the pipe to kneel beside you.

This plan was definitely not the safest and could go horribly wrong so fast. Spencer knew this and wrapped his arm around the pipe and grabbed onto your own cuffed hand, “I love you!” your hair was whipping him in the face, it looked like you were underwater and your eyes were squinted due to the force of the wind.

You squeezed his hand back, “I love you too!” you brushed your hair out of your eyes to properly look at your boyfriend. His hair was going in every direction, his face expression serious and scared, but his eyes never left yours.

“Don’t let go! And, Y/n, if we die, I’m gonna kill you!”

“Shut up and close your eyes!” you screamed back as you curled tightly into his side.

There will be all kinds of everything rolling around inside that thing; glass, trees, animals, mobile homes or maybe full Dorothy and there’s a house floating around in there.

They were hoping that their vests would protect their bodies from a lot of the debris, keeping their eyes closed so nothing gets in their eyes and, in your case, pray that Bill Paxton was right.

“Try to keep your breathing normal! This thing will be a vacuum!” Spencer shouted at you and you nodded back, not even sure if he saw it or not.

Within seconds the edge of the tornado engulfed them.

At first it was just extremely strong wind, trying to slide them across the ground in its path.

That was until you felt the wind get stronger and your legs started to lift off the ground. Your heart skipped a beat as your whole body lifted off the ground leaving you suspended in the air.

“Spencer!” you shrieked.

Spencer wanted so badly to help you but he couldn’t because he was quickly swept off of the ground as well.

They shut their eyes tight as the wind picked them up and up and up until the two were vertical in the air, the tornado trying to pull them into its dark embrace.

They grabbed onto the pipe with everything they had, lightening was flashing all around them, pieces of glass were cutting into their faces and hands.

You were gripping the pipe for dear life, but it wasn’t enough. The tornado was pulling and pulling you to the point where your arm started to hurt from being around the pipe.

Your grip was slipping.

“Don’t you dare!” Spencer screamed at you. He could feel your fingers dragging away from his own.

“Spencer!” your fingers slipped off the pipe and you screamed as you were being sucked into the tornado but the short chain on the handcuffs stayed linked and the metal cut into your wrist as it tried to keep you on the ground.

Spencer squinted his eyes open. His heart leapt into his throat when he saw you floating around in less protection than he was. Doing his best to keep one arm wrapped around the pipe, he reached out and blindly searched for you. He waves his hand around until he feels his fingers brush against yours. He grabbed your empty cuffed hand and held it tight.

It wasn’t long, but it felt like a lifetime for you and Spencer for the tornado to pass over you.

Your surroundings started becoming clearer, and, once out the other side, gravity roughly dumped you ungracefully back down to the ground again.

The two of you were panting heavily, winded and sore. Sucking in deep breaths. Lying on the ground, but your cuffed arms were in the air, your hands still cemented together in a vice grip.

Spencer was staring up at the sky in shock.

You both were just inside a tornado and survived!

He groaned in pain as he sat up, looking down at you sprawled on the ground. He quickly took out his key and unlocked both of your cuffs, brushing your hair out of your face he cupped your cheek with both of his hands, wiping away the dirt on your cheeks.

“Y/n? Y/n, sweetheart, talk to me.”

You groaned and pressed your cheek into his hand, “Owwww.”

Spencer let out a relieved chuckle, “Hey.”

You opened your eyes and smiled at him, “We made it.”

Spencer was so relieved, “Do you know-”

You closed your eyes, “Ugh, please. Spence, we made it. Can we save the lecture for later?”

“I was going to say do you know that you are the most amazing woman ever.” He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Reid! Y/n!”

The two turned to see J.J and Morgan sprinting across the field to get to them.

“Oh my God!” J.J crouched down beside them, “Are you two, okay?”

Morgan looked out into the night at the tornado that was now dissipating, “How did yous survive that?”

You chuckled, dusted yourself off, and accepted the hand Morgan offered you to stand up, “I love the movie Twister a little too much.”

Spencer stood up and wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head as Morgan and J.J. got in contact with the rest of the team.

“You saved us.” Spencer whispered into your hair.

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greywritesthings · 15 days

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I need tooth rotting fluff of mid-late season soencer reid but im to tired to write it myself, recs?

#greyschats #spencer reid fluff #hand them over

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samuel-de-champagne-problems · 1 year

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This is soencer reids kitten and you can’t convince me otherwise

LOOK AT THE BABY!! Ugh cat dad Spencer is super hot and he would be so patient and sweet with a little kitty.

All I want is to have a cute little kitty to snuggle with Spencer. Literally would never complain again i tell you

#okay I’m tipsy again so yahhhh #asks #grecy 🩺

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michelle-is-writing · 11 months

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Forehead Kisses, Spencer Reid Drabble

Word Count: 500~

Ever since our first date, Spencer has always kissed me on the forehead. He's kissed me on the forehead more times than he has my lips or cheeks. It's because of this fact that I question why he prefers that over anything else.

Before he leaves for work, he kisses me on the forehead. Before we fall asleep, he kisses me on the forehead. Even when we're making love, he chooses to kiss me on the forehead instead of my lips. It's almost like every time he kisses me somewhere other than my forehead, it's sacrilegious. Don't get me wrong, I love it whenever Spencer kisses me, but I just wonder why he kisses me there more and nowhere else.

"Hey, Spence," I break the silence of our quiet apartment as Spencer cuddles me close to him on the couch, his arm around me as I lay against his side. Both of us are clad in our pajamas and mismatched socks, our hair going every way but flat. "Why do you kiss me on the forehead so much?" I ask, looking up at the sweet man. From this angle, all I see is his jawline and light scruff from the morning. It's always nice to see him calm and laid back for a change.

Looking down at me, Spencer waits a few moments before smiling and kissing my forehead like always. "I don't know," he answers, shrugging a little. "I just like to kiss your forehead," Spencer says, reaching a hand up to run his thumb gently against my cheek.

Smiling along with him, I move to sit up on my knees and face him, placing my hands on his shoulders. "Yeah, but you never kiss my cheeks or lips; only my forehead," I point out, lightly giggling afterward. "And don't get me wrong, I love your kisses... but why that preference?"

As if he realized something, his smile softens a bit as he looks away from my eyes. A slight blush rises to his cheeks as he thinks, staying quiet for a few moments. It was a weird question to ask him, but he doesn't seem bothered by it, thankfully.

It isn't until he looks back up at me that he answers my question, the hand on my cheek sliding up to move a lock of hair to the side of my face. "Well, statistics show that most men prefer kissing their significant other on the lips, sixty-eight percent to be exact. Sixteen percent prefer the cheek, ten percent prefer the hand, and six percent prefer the forehead... I guess I'm just part of the minority," Still smiling, Spencer leans into my ear where he whispers one more thing. "Plus, it's where all your beautiful thoughts are~"

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