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One and Only || Spencer Reid
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Chapter 26: Glad you’re okay
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Series Description: Juliette Luciano was fifteen when her parents were arrested by the behavioral analysis unit after being double crossed by someone in the Mafia they were apart of. When Julie, her twin brother Matteo, and best friend/sister-in-law Valeria turn twenty they decide to run, leave the life of crime and change their way of life. After seven years of running they realize they were officially in more danger than anticipated when they received surveillance pictures of themselves. But they weren't the only ones who got some. After the BAU decided it would be safe for them to go into witness protection they decide to send in none other than Doctor Spencer Reid in with Julie for extra protection. These two form a bond that will quickly lead them to get into a relationship. Will the relationship be all love and happiness all will it all go dark like everything else in their lives.
Pairing: Spencer Reid X fem!OC (Julie)
W.C: 1.3k
C.W: Mentions of drugs, hospitals, pregnancy.
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I quickly grabbed Julie when her eyes fluttered shut. I kicked the flowers away while I laid Julie down on the couch. She didn't lose consciousness for long before her eyes opened a little. I picked up the small note that came with the flowers and opened it.
Happy birthday Juliette,
My brother couldn't enjoy his after your boyfriends team killed him so you aren't going to either. Enjoy the GHB you just inhaled.
I read it out loud while Penelope called for an ambulance. I looked back over at Julie who was in and out of consciousness, "Hey I know you're gonna want to go to sleep but you can't okay? Stay with me."
"After Angelo died she decided to get rid of her approved visitors list so Santiago, Angelo's brother, could've easily gotten up here." I said.
"I'll have Garcia look over the security footage, we're going to head back to the headquarters while you go with her to the hospital." Emily said as they all left.
The medics didn't take much longer to arrive, when they did they immediately rushed her down the ambulance, "How far along is she?" One of them asked.
"She's thirty two weeks with twins."
She nodded and put patches on her chest to track her heart rate. I grabbed her hand and held it in both of mine as the ambulance started to move to the hospital.
"She's obviously high out of her mind so do you know what she's on?"
I nodded, "It's Gamma-hydroxybutyrate, it was in a bouquet of flowers she got and she inhaled it by accident."
When we arrived to the hospital they took her to a patient room while I waited in the waiting room. My leg bounced as I waited until her doctor came to find me in the waiting room.
"Doctor Reid?" She  asked.
I nodded, "Is she going to be okay?"
"Yes, we mildly sedated her until the drug wears off. The drug could cause complications with the babies but we are carefully monitoring them and they are doing amazing right now, if anything changes we will give her an emergency c-section."
I nodded, "Okay, can I see her?"
"Of course, come on."
I followed her to Julie's room, she looked over at the door and waved at me with a tired smile, "I should've known something was in the random flowers left at the front door." She said.
"If it makes you feel any better I wouldn't have suspected there being something in the flowers either."
"I know. What was in them anyways?"
"A high dose of a date rape drug, did the doctor come in to talk to you yet?"
"Yeah which is why my bump is covered in patches and wires."
"I know you didn't want a c-section but if it comes to it they're going to have to do one."
"Yeah they told me and as much as I didn't want one if it's for the safety of our kids than I'm fine with it."
She pressed the button to move the bed so she could be sitting up a bit, "You should go home and get the hospital bags just in case they have to take these babies out."
"I'm not leaving, I'll just have someone bring them to us."
She shook her head, "No go get the bags and on your way back you should buy me some food because this hospital food is disgusting."
"Okay, do you need anything else?"
"Can you please bring me my shoes, the ones I wear whenever we go on walks?"
"The black ones?"
"No the white ones, those are more comfortable."
I smiled as walked to the door before I turned to look at her, "You know one time I had this conversation with Emily, JJ, Penelope and Derek about why women have tons of shoes that they don't really need."
She smiled at me, "They need to match everything in our closet that's why."
"That's exactly what they told me. Anyways, I'll be right back. I love you."
"I love you too."
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Spencer walked out the door and I let my head rest against the bed, "What a great way to spend my birthday." I whispered to myself.
I looked down at my bump that had patches placed everywhere which were connected to a bunch of wires and monitors.
My nurse came into the room and gave me a smile, "How are you feeling?" She asked as she checked the monitors.
"I've been better."
"We have a monitor tracking contractions and there have been a couple but they are Braxton Hicks so there is no need to panic."
"Be honest with me, am I going to need an emergency c-section today?"
"Unless something goes wrong or your babies go into distress because of the drug you were dosed with there will be no need to do a c-section. We are strictly keeping you here for observation and when we see everything is back to its normal levels you will be discharged."
"Thank you."
She nodded as she wrote some things down on my chart before leaving. I got comfortable and turned on the small TV and started flipping through the channels while I waited for Spencer to come back.
When he did he set a white plastic bag on the small tray connected to my bed before placing our hospital bag on the couch inside the room.
"I got you some chicken ramen from that sushi place we order from all the time. I also got you some of their bread that you love and a hibiscuses tea."
I looked at him and puckered my lips, he leaned down and placed a kiss to my lips, "I love you."
"I love you too, now eat."
I carefully took the two containers out of the bag and looked over at Spencer, "Want some?"
"No I'm okay."
I took sip of the tea as I watched Spencer fiddle with something in his hand, "I know I told you were acting weird earlier but I thought it was because of the party but now you're acting weirder."
He looked at me, "I just feel useless here, I should be with the team trying to find Santiago so we can arrest him."
"I know but I also know how protective you are especially because I'm pregnant so I think it's best for you to stay here and not be out there trying to rip his head off."
He nodded as he focused on the TV mounted in the corner of the room. I did the same as I continued eating what was in front of me.
When I finished I put the containers inside the bag and Spencer stood up to toss it away, "Do you need anything else?"
"Not right now, I'm just really hoping these babies stay in there for the next month like they're supposed to."
"I think they will and even if they don't I think we're prepared for the most part."
"Their nursery is still filled with boxes we haven't unpacked, the only thing we have ready is their cribs."
"Well they'll at least have somewhere to sleep."
I let my head rest against the pillow and reached my hand out for him. He sat on the edge of the bed and took my hand in his, "What's wrong?" He asked.
"I'm just now realizing I almost died."
"I know but you didn't and that's all that matters. Why don't you get some rest."
"Will you read to me?"
He smiled, "Of course."
He got up and went to our hospital bag where we had packed a couple books. He grabbed one and I scooted over on the bed so he could lay beside me. He placed a kiss on my temple as I laid my head on his shoulder and he started reading quietly as my eyes slowly shut.
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could you plz write a fic where fem!reader and spencer reid are in an established relationship and he finds out reader has anorexia?
hellooooo!!! i actually wrote something like this that was unfinished on my original account before i created this one. i will probably switch the story over to here (it kinda sucks (specifically the beginning) bc i wrote it a while again lmao). it's called Beautifully Broken so i will put it on this page but i probably wont ever finish it :,(( im sorry im not writing much for spencer reid for a little (i am trying to get motivation to write at all bc school is kicking my butt but once summer begins in a few weeks i will be writing all sorts of characters) !! for rn im sticking to dialogues, drabbles, and one shots! this blog is kinda more for aesthetic and writing smaller things, not prose poetry like i used to write (i still write it and may do it on here if i actually get motivated to post it!).. but thank you sm for the request and always feel free to send me some more!! <3
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Spencer Reid
Unexpected Surprise
I’m Here
Katsaridaphobia
Jealous
Just Friends**
Puppy
Hostage
Who’s The Kid?
Opportunities
Little Reid
Aaron Hotchner
Welcome Home
Brat**
Surprise
Rescue
Sick Day
Need You
Comfort
My Agent
Rough Days
Close Call
Always Been You
Birthday Girl*
Daddy*
Daddy’s Girl
Stay With Me
Mommy
Hovering
Go for it
I’ll Always Find You
Arguments
Hunted
Movie Night
By Your Side
Babysitting Duties
Bennington
Late Nights
Our Song
Busted
Lost Appetite
Luke Alvez
Flirt
New Beginnings
Newbie*
Boyfriend?
Dog Sitter
No More Secrets
Derek Morgan
Cuddles Over Criminals
Drunk Confessions
David Rossi
Accidents Happen
Rest
BAU x Reader
Sniffles
Little Mumford [Crossover w S.W.A.T.]
SERIES
AARON HOTCHNER
Saviour
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Dilema
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Disapproval
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3**
SPENCER REID
Caught
Part 1**
Part 2
Part 3
Note that I don't own any of these CM characters only Y/N or reader. Do not steal or copywrite my work. GIF credits to the respected owners!
* - mentions of smut
**- definite smut
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can i request a sort of part 2 to “inexperienced” where spencer gives reader head for the first time pls
Semi-Experienced (pt 2 to 'inexperienced') (sub!spencer blurb)
Summary: Spencer gives reader oral for the first
CW: oral sex (female recieving), innocent Spencer, sub!spencer, soft!dom!reader, kissing/making out lol, face-sitting, virgin!spencer, overstimulation (reader), coming in pants
An: Hello! i may do a part three where spence loses his virginity so lmk if you would like to see that! Thank you so so much for your request!! i hope you enjoy! <3
AN2: and yes, i didn’t check for errors because i am being super lazy rn lol. i promise i will start to check for them soon <3
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Reader's POV:
It started out just like before; me, straddling Spencer's thigh, our mouths melded together and tongues massaging around and against each other. Spencer whimpering and whining and rutting his hips up to meet mine as I hummed in pleasure against his lips. 
His hands danced so fervently across my body, that it almost seemed like he had down five energy drinks before I made it to his dormroom. 
I pulled away, and he whimpered, trying to chase after my lips. I giggled, giving him a soft peck before asking, “Are you okay, baby?”
Spencer pressed his head to my chest, peppering light kisses as I combed my fingers through his hair. 
“Yes, of course!” he squeaked, and I narrowed my eyes at the wall in front of me, pulling him up by his hair. He gasped lightly, pulling me impossibly closer to him by my waist. 
“Spencer,” My voice was a soft warning, and his eyes averted from mine--his fingers drawing small patterns on my back. 
“Look at me.” 
I cupped his chin and pulled his face up to force him to look at me in the eyes. 
He turned a bright shade of red, swallowing thickly. “I-I want.. I want to-- Uhm-” 
I looked at him expectantly, giving him a light kiss on the lips as a sign of encouragment. 
“What do you want, baby?” I asked softly, combing my fingers through his hair. 
“I just--I was w-wonderig if you would, uhm--IfIcouldmakeyoucome?” 
He rushed the last sentence out in a flurry, his chest heaving slightly. 
I smiled softly, not wanting to make him more nervous by asking him to repeat his question at a slower pace. 
I loved when he rambled..but I knew how intimidating this sort of thing could be. So, I leaned forward and kissed him slowly, running my fingers up and down the small expanse of the nape of his neck. 
“You want to make me come?” I kissed him again, and he nodded, placing his hands on either side of my face. He peppered my lips with small and soft kisses, then slow and sensual ones.
“O-Only if you want to. Just--I keep thinking about the night when y-you--uhm--made me feel good and I can’t stop thinking about making you feel good and now evertime I look at you I think of how you m-might taste.” 
I felt my face get warm at his admittance and Spencer sort of blushed along with me.
Still, I held his face in my hands. “You know you don’t owe me for anything, right? I wanted to.. please you the other night. You don’t need to do this if you don’t want--” 
“Ireallyreallywanna!” he interrupted, clearing his throat before muttering a quick sorry at interrupting. 
I giggled, kissing him softly. 
“Can--can I? Uhm-- y’know?” Spencer whispered, pulling away slightly. 
“Yes,” I breathed, pulling him back in for a plethora of soft, slow, and passionate kisses. 
“Uhm,” I kissed his lips, “Can I try something?” I kissed him again, nodding. 
Spencer laid down and pulled me ontop of him, hesitantly placing his hands on my ass and urging me to crawl up his body. 
My breath hitched as I realized that he wanted me to sit on his face. 
“Spence--are you sure you want me to-?” 
I was worried I would suffocate the poor boy.
“Please, Y/n. I want you to sit on my face--I-I’ve been thinking about it for forever,” He whined, but quickly followed up with, “But if you aren’t comfortable with it we can always do something else!” 
“Spence, I do..Believe me, I really do I just don’t want you to like--stop breathing,” I joked, but Spencer only whined, holding me by my hips. 
“I don’t care if I stop breathing,” he huffed, his fingers digging into the soft skin of my thighs. “That’d be the best way to die.”
I giggled, but the sound soon turned into a soft moan as he rubbed at my clothed clit.
Thankfully, I was already stripped down to my cotton panties. 
“Th-thank you for letting me do this! I’ve been thinking about this for so long, Y/n. So long,” he whimpered, dragging his thumb up my wet cunt through my underwear. 
I whined, grinding myself against his palm as he moaned. 
“Please, baby.” I whined, and that beg must’ve flipped a switch in Spencer’s brain as he tugged my panties to the side, gasping at how slick I was. 
“G-God, you--you’re so, uhm, lubricated.” he sputtered, his eyes wide and a blush rising to his cheeks. 
I laughed softly at his word choice as I looked down at him, taking his glasses off of his face as to not break them. 
I set them on the side of the bed, almost collapsing when Spencer seperated my folds with his fingers, craning his neck up a bit to nip at my clit and give it a soft kiss. 
“Spence, please,”
Spencer looked up at me again for reassurance, his eyes so dark and full of lust that I almost came just from that alone. 
He used his hands to grapple onto my ass as a means to push me onto his face, and I bit my bottom lip down to keep from screaming. 
Spencer licked up my pussy, humming in content and digging his fingers into my skin. 
He pushed me down as incredibly close until my cunt was pushed against his soft lips, Spencer’s tongue working circles around my clit and laying sloppy kisses everywhere else. 
The lewd, wet sounds that reverberated through the room made butterflies erupt in my belly as I moaned, curses flying from my lips as I held onto the headboard in front of me. 
He worked me to my finishing point, and I came with a shudder and a shout, grinding my hips on his face. 
When I went to pull away, he whined against me, the vibrations sending shockwaves throughout my body.
He kept eating me out, his arms wrapping around my waist as he held me closer to his face. 
I whined with slight overstimulation, his tongue thrusting in and out of me as he moaned against me, his eyes closed in pure enjoyment. 
A crackly moan left my lips as I came again, tugging on his soft hair, riding out my orgasm. 
He lapped up my release with no hesitancy, moaning and whimpering against me. 
Not once did he stop, still holding tightly onto my thighs as I moaned, trying my best not to fall forward on his headboard as my eyes rolled back in my head.
His tongue never stopped against me, and he ate me out with so much power I was sure that I would be falling asleep quickly that night. 
“Sp-Spence!” I whined, falling back on the bed.
Spencer moved down to where I was lying on the bed, pulled my legs apart (I offered no reluctancy) and attached his lips to my cunt. I squeezed my thighs around his head as I came again, my fingers tugging and combing through his hair. 
He ran his tumb against my clit again, his other hand cupping the back of my thigh.
My pussy was still throbbing, and everything felt so so good. 
The sight of him with his hair messy, his cheeks red and his lips kiss-bruised made me want to ride his face again, but I was far too tired to hold myself up. 
Spencer sat up, my release and his spit glazed on his lips and chin.
I tried to calm my breathing, and Spencer began to apologize profusely. 
“I-I didn’t mean to--I’m so sorry, Y/n.” 
He looked as though he might cry, and I immediately reassured him with solace. 
“Spence, it’s okay,” I said softly, kissing him. “I loved it! You did such a good job, love.” 
Spencer looked at me through anxious eyes, and I kissed his forehead. 
“I did good?” he whispered, clinging onto my body as he peppered light kisses on my skin.
“You did amazing.” 
Spencer blushed, looking up at me and nuzzling into the palm of my hand. 
“Can I do it again?” he asked, and I laughed, kissing his nose and urging his mouth back down to my pussy. 
He ate me out for another 40 minutes before falling asleep against my inner thigh, his lips still stuck in a sort of pout as he lazily kissed my skin.
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futuremrsreid · 3 years
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Feel Better
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summary: y/n is feeling like shit and spencer makes her feel better
Couple: Spencer Reid x Reader
Category: pure fluff, mutual pining, reader and spencer are not together but in love
CW: none
Word Count: 1,8k
Cases were always rough, it didn't matter what kind of unsub we were hunting at the time. Some cases were just rougher than the others. Like the one we just finished.
The killer himself wasn't as bad as others, it was things I saw every day. Prostitutes stabbed and left in the streets to bleed out. It was horrible, of course, but after years of working for the FBI you get better at blending it out. The really bad part about this case was the time it took us to catch him. 2 weeks, 7 victims in the time we were there. 23 victims in total.
By the time we were back on the jet, everyone just fell asleep like flies that dropped dead. So to say I was relieved when stepping into my apartment would be the understatement of the century. I felt restless, hungry, exhausted and everything in my body hurt like hell. All I wanted to do was make some quick food, get on the couch and pass out. Only that wasn't possible because there was a particular doctor stepping into my apartment right behind me.
It was Friday and that meant movie night with Spencer. It was a tradition we two had for over a year now and we only missed it on rare occasions like one of us getting shot. Although not even that stopped us sometimes. I remember the time I ended up in the hospital after a case and Spencer came visiting with one of my comfort movies in his hand. It was sweet really and I was so in love with him that I never missed an opportunity to spend time with him. So it was rare for me to have the urge to cancel, but tonight was one of those rare occasions. My neck hurt a lot which resulted into a really bad headache which led to me being in a really shitty mood. I didn't feel like having company at all, afraid I would get so annoyed that I snapped at him for nothing.
So that was the reason why I practiced my “sorry I'm too tired for movie night”-speech for 30 minutes, thinking about what I could say that would not sound rude or hurt his feelings, because I knew how sensitive Spencer could get, especially after a rough case like this one.
30 minutes of overthinking my words just for them to be washed away as soon as he came to my desk to ask if movie night was still on. In all honesty, I could never say no to Spencer, no matter what it was that he was asking of me. So I said yes. And right now I really regretted that decision.
But I pulled myself together, because this was Spencer, my best friend and the person I have been in love with for over a year. And I really didn't want to hurt him, so I tried to act as normal as possible.
“Do you want to eat something? It's not too late to order food and I'm starving”, I asked, a whine escaping me unintentionally. He noticed, of course he did, and him being the sweetheart that he is he tried to make me feel better.
“You know from all fast foods we like to eat pizza takes the least time to arrive because statistically making a pizza in a fast food chain only takes around 9 minutes and if we add the time it takes for the order to get through and the delivery time it will only take approximately 27 minutes for our food to get here, so why don't you take a shower and I’ll call the pizza place and pick out a movie?”
“Are you saying I smell?” I really didn't want to sound annoyed but I can't help it and unfortunately Spencer picks up on it.
“What - No! Of course not. I just know that showering always makes you feel better and since you're not feeling great I thought-”
“Spence, I was kidding.” Lie. “You're right, ordering pizza sounds great and I think I actually do smell so I will take a quick shower. No action movie pls”, I said and smiled up at him quickly before going into my bedroom. He's right, showers always make me feel better, which is the reason I joined him in a little less bad mood after my shower. 
“Feel better?”, he looked up at me with an expression that is so uniquely Spencer that it makes me smile while sitting down next to him on the couch.
“Yes, a lot, thank you.” I watched him as he reached for the remote to start the movie. “Which movie did you pick?”
“Easy A. You told me it's one of your comfort movies a while back and I saw it in your collection.” I sighed.
“I really don't deserve you. Sorry for being in such a bad mood.”
“I'd rather spend time with a moody you than not spend time with you at all”, he said while smiling at me and started the movie.
We were an hour into the movie when I started to shift around uncomfortably. I tried to be subtle because I didn’t want Spencer to notice but it was hard. My neck started to hurt a lot more now that the starving feeling was gone.
“Are you okay?”, he asked while pausing the movie to bring his full attention to me. Something he always does when he thinks I'm unwell. Eliminating every distraction so that he can fully concentrate on me and as sweet as this behaviour of him is, it always makes me very nervous. 
“I’m fine”, I tried to smile in a way that makes him believe me, but that never works. I'm a really good liar and pretender, but no matter how hard I try, he always manages to see through it.
“Does your neck hurt?”, he sat up straight, completely disregarding my lie to look for the truth on my face. I knew further pretending would be a waste of time and nerves which is why I just gave in.
“It does, yes, but it’s fine. I’ll just take some painkillers before I go to sleep.”
“You know, painkillers don’t make it better. They just stop the pain, but if your neck is tense and you just continue ignoring it, it will make it even worse. Do you also have a headache?” I just sighed, which already was answer enough for him. “Where does your head hurt exactly?”
“You know you're not a medical doctor right?”
“Just answer the question, y/n”
“Fine. Here and here”, I pointed at the back of my head and my forehead, rolling my eyes so hard my head hurt even more.
“Pressure or pounding pain?”
“Pressure.”
“Come here”, he said in a voice that was so soft I almost didn't hear him. He shifted on the couch and crossed his legs while looking at me waiting.
“What?”, I was genuinely confused because I didn't understand what he wanted. He opened his mouth to answer but closed it quickly and instead just grabbed my shoulders to position me the way he wanted. My back turned to him and so close that I was almost sitting on his feet. I was still confused though which was clear in my voice. “What are you doing?”
“I’m gonna try to get the knots out of your neck.” I turned my head to look at him.
“Spence it’s fine, you don’t have to-”
“Shush”, he interrupted me and put his hands on my head to turn it forward again. I wanted to protest more but all of my thoughts left my brain as soon as his fingers touched my neck. Spencer brushed my hair to the side to get better access which made me blush. At that moment I didn't trust myself enough to speak so I just let him do what he wanted. And to be honest, it’s what I wanted too.
His hands started to work over my shoulders first to relieve any tension there before moving to my neck. It hurt a lot when he started to put pressure on it and I winced.
“Sorry, I promise it will feel better once the knots loosen.” His voice was so soft that I almost forgot the pain. And he was right. The pain passed quickly and it started to feel really nice. I slowly relaxed and closed my eyes.
“See? Told you it would help.” I could hear his know-it-all-smile in his voice but I didn’t care. With his fingers working over my neck, his breath on my ear and the pain in my head slowly leaving I was pulled into some sort of haze. That is why I didn’t realize the small sounds of content I made or the way I leaned into him.
When all the tension in my neck and shoulders was gone he stopped and rested his hands on my upper arms.
“Feel better?”, he asked the same question as earlier, only this time I would not have to lie.
“Mhmm”, was the only response I was capable of at that moment and it made him chuckle.
Only then I realized how much I had actually relaxed into him. My back was against his chest and my head resting on his shoulder, my body shook with his. I panicked and wanted to pull away but before I was able to move he sighed and rested his chin on top of my head and his arms circled around me preventing me from moving away.
“You need to take better care of yourself, y/n. Next time something hurts, tell me.”
“Says the guy that would rather die than admit you're not feeling well.”
“I never said I'm a good role model. Because I'm really not.”
“No shit, sherlock.” I laughed and untangled my arms so I could lay my hands on his. The position was really awkward and kind of uncomfortable but I don't think either of us cared in that moment. 
“You know, if you start telling me when you don't feel good I might start doing the same.”
“I’ll try.”
“You promise?”
“Only if you promise.” That made me laugh again. We were both so messed up and not used to opening up about our feelings that neither of us wanted to start, even though we both craved it so much. But someone has to start.
“I promise.”
“I promise too, then.”
“Good.” We continued to sit in that position for a few more minutes until he moved his head to place a kiss on the crown of my head.
“Do you wanna continue the movie?”
“Yes, please.”
We didn't change a lot of our position, we just both turned so we could watch the TV. It didn't take me long to fall asleep then, my head resting on his shoulder and his arms around me. 
From that night on I never contemplated cancelling movie night again, because no matter how bad I was feeling, I knew Spencer would be able to make it better.
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alltooreid · 3 years
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I Think He Knows
Y/N has a huge crush on Spencer Reid, so huge she embarrasses herself every time she tries to talk to him. She is convinced he is aware to all her pathetic attempts at flirting and just chooses to ignore it, but turns out Spencer may be a little more clueless than she thought.
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A/N: Hope yall enjoy this cute fluffy fic! I’ve been having a rough couple of days so writing a fun fluff like this was really comforting :) yes it is inspired by the t swift song, but you don’t need to know the song to read and enjoy! also my requests are open so let me know what you want to see! (also sorry if this is kind of short, but i’ve been super busy and wanted to put something out :)))
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Type: a cute pining fluff fic
Word Count: 2.3K
Content Warnings: mentions of alcohol, otherwise none.
“He got that boyish look that I like in a man I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans It's like I'm seventeen, nobody understands No one understands”
“He has to know Penelope, I’m not exactly subtle.”
You and Penelope spent the majority of your lunch breaks in her office, discussing anything and everything. Recently however, the point of contention had been a certain young genius. One who you had a huge crush on.
“Spencer Reid may be a genius, and one of the best profilers I have ever seen but he most certainly does not know,” she said, as she drizzled more dressing on her salad.
“He has to, it feels like everyone knows. . . Do you think everyone knows?”
She shrugged, “They might, I know my Chocolate Thunder hasn’t picked up on it yet.”
“You haven’t told him? It’s already been a week since I’ve told you! How did you keep it a secret for so long?”
“You asked me very nicely not to tell anyone! Plus this one seems really important to you. I don’t want to go around telling people and for Reid to hear it in office gossip.”
You smiled, “Well you Penelope Garcia are the best, best friend ever.”
“You know it, now I know you desperately want to repay me for my services, and you can by giving me those exact ranch packets you have in your bag,” she said.
“They’re all yours, now let’s discuss something other than my pathetic schoolgirl crush. Like how stupid Kevin’s sweater was today.”
“Kevin? The other internal affairs technical analyst? Yeah what the heck was he wearing?”
“You know, I’m tired of having to carry the weight of the brains, looks and fashion sense out of the two of us,” you said. “Though, that is a good way to gather attention . . . I wonder if Spencer would actually hold a conversation with me if I wore something as ugly as that.”
She laughed, “You know I think that might send you backwards.”
You stabbed your lettuce, “At this point I’ll try anything.”
Before Penelope could respond, someone interrupted your lunch, your only other friend on the BAU team, Emily Prentiss.
“Oh hi Y/N! How are you!”
“I’m good Emily, what kind of gross things are you here to deliver today?” you and Emily joined the FBI at around the same time, and found comfort in the fact that you were both total try-hards. Emily was going to eat lunch with you and your fast friend Penelope, at least on days when she was in the office for lunch, but you and her both agreed that she should eat lunch with the team so that they can get used to having her around.
“Just some paperwork, no cases yet, knock on wood. Also I just wanted to say hello! What are you guys eating?” she asked, pulling up a chair.
“Some salads from that takeout veggie place PG is always talking about. I told you I was going vegetarian right?” “You did not! That’s great Y/N! We need to talk more, like we used to when we first started here,” she sighed, then perked up, “We should have girls night! Remember how fun it was that night at the bar? With Brad the real FBI agent?”
“Yes! We should! You know, Gideon’s replacement comes tomorrow, we should celebrate!” Garcia said.
“You know, I don’t know if the best way to celebrate a new agent is by drinking without them, but I’m down. We’ll toast our girls night to agent Rossi. Someone ask JJ if she’s busy.”
JJ was not busy, but when you and Emily asked, Morgan overheard.
“So am I not invited to the party?”
“Well it was supposed to be girls night . . . but I think PG would throw a fit if I turned down her 2nd favorite person in this building, so I guess you can come,” you teased. “You should come too Spencer!”
“I don’t know, that’s not really my thing . . “
“Oh come on! I know I would love to see you there,” you then realized that you were embarrassing yourself being so forward. “And I’m sure everyone else would too!”
“Alright, I’ll come, but I’m not drinking.” he said firmly. 
Before you could respond, Penelope magically appeared. “Good, you can be completely sober when Y/N gets wasted and embarrasses herself,” she said.
“PENELOPE! I’m not the light weight here! you’ll see Spencer, she’s actually awful. Two shots in and she’ll be on the floor,” this was apparently the wrong thing to say, because Spencer grimaced. “But it’ll be so much fun! You have to be there! You already said yes!”
“I just don’t know if seeing all of my coworkers get drunk while I watch is my idea of a fun evening. . .”
“Trust me! I’ll even stay sober with you, so we can judge them together. It’ll be a blast.”
“Ok, I’ll be there . . . but for now I need more coffee,” he pulled his chair out and walked towards the office kitchen. You silently cheered, forgetting how people were still standing around you.
“Well,” you awkwardly laughed, “um, I guess I better be getting back to my neck of the woods. I’m not a hot shot profiler like the rest of you guys . . . so see you all later!” You tried to escape before anyone interrogated you about your conversation with Spencer. However, a certain profiler followed quickly behind you. 
“So. . . you and pretty boy huh?”
“Shut it Morgan.”
{⋅. ♪ .⋅}
You stayed true to your word that night, Spencer stuck to water and you enjoyed a diet soda. The bartender, who you had grown fairly used to seeing on your many nights out, was shocked to hear you didn’t want any alcohol in it. 
It’s probably a good thing that you didn’t drink, you already embarrassed yourself enough in front of Spencer fully sober.
“So Spencer, you know that new bookstore you said you were going to go to after work a couple weeks ago?”
“New bookstore . . .? Oh yeah! What about it?”
“Well after I heard you talking about it I decided to check it out . . . It’s really nice there! I go like every other night now! We should totally go together sometime.” Luckily, you were sober enough to keep a secret: the fact you were only going so much in the hopes of running into him.
“Oh really? If I’m being honest I wasn’t super impressed with their selection, it was mostly contemporary fiction. And all in English . . . Not really my thing,” when he saw the way your face dropped he quickly changed his tone, “but it’s great if that’s your thing!”
This. Is. Humiliating. The amount of times you had gone and bought books from the bookstore, you were there almost every night hoping to run into him after work and start a conversation. You felt stupid, of course he wouldn’t want to go on a book store date with you. If Spencer Reid didn’t like you so much that he wouldn’t even go to a bookstore with you, there’s no chance at a relationship.
“Oh haha, yeah you’re right it’s totally lame. . .”
“Didn’t you just say you went there all the time?”
“No! When did I say that? You must be drinking Dr. Reid,” you said, quickly hopping off your bar stool, and running towards Morgan and Garcia, not turning around to see how confused Spencer was, but only being able to imagine him as relieved. Relieved he didn’t have to make conversation with you anymore.
“I’m blowing this PG, he totally hates me.”
Morgan laughed, “Y/N, you’re acting silly, this isn’t high school, we aren’t seventeen, stop dancing around it and just go ask him out.”
“Morgan, he doesn’t want to go to a bookstore with me, no way he’s agreeing to a date.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, calm down, maybe he’s just not in the mood to go?”
“You go ask him then, 20 bucks he says yes.”
“You’re on Y/N/N.”
7 minutes later Morgan returned and without a word pulled a twenty dollar bill out of his wallet and deposited it into your hand. “Sorry, Y/N.”
Penelope then piped up, “I’m telling you Y/N, he just doesn’t know. That boy is clueless.”
You scoffed, “I think he knows Penelope. I’ve made it pretty clear.”
“Have you told him?”
You were thrown off, “Um, no but-”
“Well then you haven’t made it clear enough, have you sugar?”
You almost said something, but you couldn’t really think of a good rebuttal for the argument. So instead, you downed Penelope’s half dranken frozen margarita, and headed back over to Spencer.
“Hey!” he said as you made your way back over, “I was wondering where you went, after you left Derek came over and asked to go to that bookstore with me, isn’t that extraordinary. . .”
“Do you wanna go on a date with me?” you blurted out.
“What?”
You sighed, “I’ve had a crush on you since like, forever, and I keep planning all these ways to ask you subtly but it’s just not working so I’m asking now. Do you want to go on a date with me?”
“You like me? I didn’t know that . . .”
“You’re joking.”
“No, I’m not, I thought you were just being nice. You’re nice to everyone and I didn’t want to get my hopes up.”
You smirked, “Get your hopes up? Does that mean you’re obsessed with me too Dr. Reid?”
He laughed in response, “Yeah, you could definitely say that.”
You dug through your purse and pulled out your keys, “Ok, then let’s get out of here.”
He paled, “And do what?”
“We’re going on our first date.”
He smiled, and you both got up off your bar stools and headed out the door, ignoring Morgan’s snide remarks as you passed. 
{⋅. ♪ .⋅}
You couldn’t help but smile as you drove. Every couple of seconds you couldn’t help but look over at Spencer, getting lost in his brownish hazel eyes, which looked indigo in the night. He would smile, the kind of smile people write silly little romance songs about and spend verses to describe, and tell you to pay attention to the road before you run off of it. You would laugh, tell him to calm down. Although originally you had an idea of where you were going, now you just wanted to drive in circles, to bask in this memory. 
“So where are we going?” he asked.
“Think about it Doctor Reid . . .” you replied, teasing him in the way you’ve imagined since you met him. 
You pulled up to that little bookstore on 16th avenue, the one you couldn’t stop going to out of the sheer chance Spencer might be there, the one that was obviously closed this late at night, but was too perfect not to spend your first date at. 
“Although this is beautifully symbolic, it’s almost 2 in the morning, this place closes at 8. We’re 5 hours, 49 minutes and 17 seconds late.”
You smiled and pulled out your ring of keys, “You know, when I spent hours a night hanging around here after work, hoping that you would happen to come shop for books and see me here too, the woman who owns this store got pretty curious. So I told her why I was here, and after she got done laughing at me she offered me a key, so that if I ever had the guts to ask you out, I could take you here no matter what.” You turned the key and swung the door open, gesturing him inside and locking the door behind you, “but we have to keep the lights off, so no one comes by and tries to get in.”
You and Spencer sit in the non-fiction section, and enjoy the silence for a few seconds before you have an idea, “Read me something Reid.”
He reached up, pulling a book off of the shelf without looking, “Are you sure, A Brief History of 1491: Life in America Before Columbus, is first date material?”
“Although that book is anything but brief, anything you read to me will sound stunning coming from your pretty mouth.”
So he begins to read, attempting to slow down to a reasonable pace but still going abnormally fast. You didn’t care though, more than you listened to the history of the late fifteenth century you watched Spencer’s hands. They’re really nice hands.
His right followed the words as he read aloud and his left helped hold the book. He wiggled the fingers on his left hand unconsciously as he spoke, getting into the words of the book. 
After about 25 pages he glanced over at you, and you could almost hear the gears turning in his head. After a second he went back to the page, and continued reading. You didn’t think anything of it until a couple minutes later, when his hand made its way to your left thigh.
He held it and you leaned into him, and you both stayed like that until you fell asleep hours later, with his head resting on top of yours. 
At 8:30 Mrs. Betts, the owner of the bookstore, found you and Spencer, arms around each other, the book thrown aside. She smiled, glad to know you had taken her up on her offer. She went to go wake you up but glanced at her watch. She didn’t have to officially open until 10. 
She could definitely spare a couple of minutes. 
“I want you, bless my soul I ain't gotta tell him I think he knows”
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Reunion
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Written: May 24th, 2021
Posted: May 25th, 2021
Warning: None.
Word Count: 1,244
Summary: When the reader needs a date for her high-school reunion, Spencer surprisingly steps in.
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Another frustrated sigh passed through your lips.
“What’s got you down in the dumps, sweet heart?” Derek’s voice questioned leaning against your desk.
“Huh? Oh, uh, nothing.” You mumbled, as you jumped slightly at his sudden presence.
Scoffing, Derek rolled his eyes as he raised an eyebrow at you. “Right..” His voice trailed off.
“You really want to know?” You questioned gazing at him, as a ping of embarassment washed over you.
Snorting, he gazed down at you. “Of course I do, I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t.”
Letting out a frustrated huff, you felt your palms beginning to sweat. Rubbing them on your pants you attempted to calm your nerves.
“Well, uh,” You groaned quietly. “My high-school reunion is coming up-“
“And that’s what’s has you down in the dumps?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah.” You exhaled deeply. “I..I wasn’t exactly popular in school.”
“Come on, Y/N.” Derek scoffed. “I find that hard to believe.”
Shrugging you didn’t break your gaze from your desk. “It’s true.”
“Why is that an issue?”
“Because!” You groaned resting your elbows on the desk allowing you to bury your face in your hands. Rubbing along your cheeks, you felt dread overwhelm you. “Because…. I…. I can’t show up without a date.”
“Hey guys.” Spencer greeted, his gaze immediately locked with you.
“Hey.” You responded sweetly. The feeling of heat rose on your cheeks.
Derek gazed between you and Spencer. His presence seemingly forgotten. Clearing his throat, both you and Spencer turned your gaze towards him.
“Did…Did I interrupt something?” Spencer stuttered, furrowing his eyebrows together in confusion.
“No, not at all.” Derek spoke a devilish smirk making it’s way upon his lips. “We were just talking about, Y/N’s high-school reunion.”
“Derek..” You warned.
“She doesn’t have a date.” Derek shrugged his voice becoming soft.
“When was it again?”
Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms along your chest. Leaning back in your chair, you let out a silent groan.
“Four days.”
“Oh, wow.” Derek was taken back. “Looks like you’re almost out of time.”
“Don’t remind me.” You groaned, closing your eyes letting your head to lean back against the chair.
After getting back home from your last case, you glanced at time. Groaning, you felt sadness wash over you. It was the day of the reunion. Luckily, you had made it back just in time. If you really wanted to, you would be able to make the beginning of the reunion.
“Hey.” Spencer’s voice called from behind you.
Turning on your heel, you grinned at him. “Hey.”
“Uh, did you ever find someone to go to your reunion with?” He scratched the back of his neck, as a pink tint danced along his cheeks.
“Oh, uh, no, no I didn’t.” You sighed, dropping your gaze to your shoes.
“I…I could go with you.”
Snapping your eyes up at him, your mouth fell slightly agape.
“Really?” You questioned in disbelief. “Are…Are you sure?” You mentally kicked yourself for stuttering.
Grinning at you, he nodded sheepishly. “Of course. I would be honored to.”
Stepping out of the car, you took a few steps away allowing Spencer to close the door. Standing slightly away from him, you smoothed down your dress. When you had decided you were going to attend your reunion, you chose one of your hotter dresses.
It was a spaghetti strapped gold sequin mini-dress, while pairing it with a pair of gold heels.
“Wow.” Spencer spoke gazing at your figure from head to toe. “You look…”
Glancing down at your feet, you felt somersaults erupting in your stomach, as heat danced along your cheeks.
“Breath taking.”
Giggling you brought your attention back to the man standing before you. “You don’t look to bad yourself.”
Spencer hadn’t looked much different from his usual work attire. The small difference was he had a gold tie that matched your dress.
“Shall we go in?” He questioned offering you his arm, beaming at you.
Nodding your head, you giggled. “We shall.”
Escorting you into the reunion area, you held a breath as you felt your palms beginning to sweat. As you walked in, you felt eyes on you. Spencer placed a comforting hand on your lower back.
“I’m going to get us drinks.”
Nodding your head, you gave him a close lipped smile.
“Y/N? Is that you?” A familiar voice called.
Turning towards the voice, you were face to face with one of the girls that made your experience a living nightmare.
“Yes, it is.” You grinned, standing a little straighter. “How’ve you been?”
“Oh, you know.” She giggled sending you a playful swat. “My husband just booked us a vacation to Italy…”
As she went on, you nodded your head giving her the illusion you were listening. Glancing towards the beverage table, you were greeted with the sight of Spencer in conversation with a few other men.
Grinning to yourself, you wouldn’t have expected anything less. As if he had sensed your staring, he locked eyes with you sending a grin.
“And that’s the story of how we became owners of one of the most rare horses in the world.” She grinned attempting to throw her wealth in your face.
“Oh, uh, that’s great…I suppose.” You shrugged, shifting from foot to foot.
“What is it, that you do again?” She questioned turning her nose up at you slightly.
“I-“
“She’s in the Behavioral Analysis Unit for the FBI.” Spencer answered for you.
Taking you by surprise, you turned to face him as he joined your side. Placing an arm around your waist, he gently tugged you closer to his side. Sharing a grin, you turned your attention back towards the woman in front of you.
Her jaw had fallen slack as she gazed at you and Spencer with widened eyes.
“I…I had no idea.” She muttered continuing to stare at you both. “Wow…That’s just…Wow…” Her sentences trailing off.
Quickly snapping herself back to reality, she shook her head slightly. “If you’ll excuse me, I should really go find my husband.”
Without allowing either of you to respond, she had bolted in the direction she saw him.
Once she was gone, you moved to stand in front of Spencer. Beaming at him, you held a toothy grin upon your lips.
As the DJ played music, a slow song came on.
“Can I have this dance?” Spencer questioned holding his hand out for you to take.
Nodding your head, you continued grinning at him. “I would be my pleasure.”
Spencer lead the both of you out onto the dance floor. Placing your hands on his shoulders, his stationed on your waist. Swaying to the music, you were in awe of his features.
Catching you staring, he frowned. “Is there something on my face?”
“No!” You exclaimed feeling heat rise in your cheeks as you were caught gawking at your best friend turned crush.
“Uh huh.” He responded not fully convinced.
As more songs played, you and Spencer stayed in one another’s embrace.
Gently pulling you closer, he nuzzled your nose with his. Your breaths mingling as he moved closer to your lips. “Can…Can I kiss you?”
“Yes.” You mumbled into his lips.
Placing his soft lips on yours, you wound your hands into his hair tugging him closer.
Pulling back from the kiss, he rested his forehead against yours. Your breaths becoming intermingled.
“How was the reunion?”
“Not too shabby.” You giggled pulling him in for another kiss.
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Nobody: Spencer Reid
Summary: After an accident on a case, the reader is left with trauma and anxiety. A miscommunication between her and the person she needs most (Spencer Reid) begins to eat her alive and he just so happens to be the only one there when she breaks again.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Warnings/Includes: mentions of kissing, mentions of traumatizing events (not specified), depictions of anxiety, fluff, miscommunication, angst to fluff
A/N: The song is Nobody by Mitski. Read with this for the ultimate experience.
Sometimes things felt too literal. Words start to sound weird and feel weird when you say them, clothes feel too much like clothes against your skin, the texture of any food in your mouth becomes too prevalent while eating.
These things started happening after you witnessed and endured something awful on a case. You wouldn't dare bring up the full memory in case it took over and killed you all over again. It wasn't PTSD, but it was the cause of your anxiety attacks most of the time when they occurred.
After that case, you spent a week in the hospital where they happened nearly every day and the doctors weren't much help, to be frank. The only people who really ever helped were your friends and the person you were so close to dating, Spencer Reid.
It was a long story. To dumb it down, the case event happened and you and Spencer thought you were about to die so he confessed his feelings for you and of course they were reciprocated. He asked, then and there through stuttering words, 'If we make it out of here please go out with me?" As his last bit of hope, and he kissed you before you were taken away by the unsub. He didn't endure nearly as much as you did which was why he wasn't as affected. But you had said 'yes' to that question and three weeks later, you still hadn't talked about it.
When the anxiety attacks happened, you often felt like you couldn't breathe, like the walls were pressing in on you. Sometimes you'd be with JJ when it happened. She would immediately ask you what you needed and often that would just be a hug.
Emily witnessed one at your house when she came over to check on you. She rushed over, caring voice and soft hands and told you to put your head between your knees, stroking your hair until you felt better.
Penelope made the 30-minute drive from her house every Friday night she wasn't working on a case to bring you dinner she had made and chat with you about anything you wanted.
Your friends cared for you, it was so prevalent. It was almost always that fact that was getting you through this as you continued to get better. You would return to work in two weeks because now the anxiety attacks were only once in a while and better controlled by you and Spencer still hadn't spoken to you since.
It was now nearly two weeks later. You would go back to work on Monday.
"He did come to visit you in the hospital before you woke up," Penelope said, stirring her cup of ramen. It was just another Friday and she sat across from you in your chair, cross-legged. "I don't know what's up with him if he isn't speaking to you, he seems fine at work."
You sighed, swallowing your bite. "I'm just scared that he regrets what he said and did before I was dragged away. It was those words and that kiss that got me through what the unsub did and I keep thinking about it and him..."
"It was romantic," she noted, waving her chopstick in the air. "I think you should call him, rather than just text him. It'll catch him off-guard and in-the-moment."
"Now?"
"Yes, so I can listen!"
You smiled a little, pulling out your phone as your heart began to race. What if he did pick up? What if it was awkward? What if he somehow didn't remember?
You pressed on his name, then pressed call. It began to hum quietly with pending rings. One ring, two, then five, then seven, then there was a small beep.
'You've reached Dr. Spencer Reid, uh, leave a message,' his voice said through the machine, still as sweet and youthfully scratchy. You bit your lip and nodded.
"I should have known that he didn't want to talk. Penelope, I can't stop thinking about him and he keeps ignoring my calls and I'm... frankly I'm afraid that nothing will ever happen and he'll ignore me forever."
Penelope cringed, "(Y/N), uh... there's... it's gone to voicemail and you're recording."
"Shit!" You panicked, looking at your phone. "How do I stop it?!"
"The red button!"
"That's the end call button I-" you pressed it by accident. Oh my god, the message went through. You just sat there with Penelope, both of you frozen in shock. That did not just happen... did it really just happen? Your one moment of self-pity and worry was one moment that Spencer would hear if he touched his phone on a Friday night.
The rest of the night was spent with you fighting off panic, pacing your room. Penelope agreed to stay overnight, but you could not handle the fact Spencer would hear what you said. It was humiliating to think about him hearing you stress over something like that.
This is what nagged at you all weekend, threatening the impending anxiety that was building up. Every second was agony, spent pacing and overthinking. Sleep was hard to get, so you took melatonin and your dreams taunted you with it all over again.
Monday morning you rushed to get dressed. You needed to see Spencer, no matter how hard it was to face him. You pulled on dress pants and a navy blue cotton v-neck shirt with bell sleeves. Laundry was forgotten through two days of panic, so this was pretty much the only shirt you had.
You brushed through your hair and applied your regular makeup and there, you were presentable and didn't look like you'd lost your mind over the weekend. You were going back, finally. It was somewhat refreshing if you dismissed the Spencer ordeal.
The drive there was fine. Music helped to calm you down and you listened as long as you could. Stepping into the BAU was different, it felt like you were being crushed the moment you stepped in.
"There's my girl!" Derek Morgan was the first to notice you walk in and he greeted you with open arms and a crushing hug. You smiled, letting him. It had been a while since you last saw him. He let you go after a few seconds, but his hands stayed on your shoulders. "We missed you here, things weren't as fun without you."
"I bet," you grinned, heading to your desk. You could hide your freakout well. "I missed the smell of coffee and paper in the morning."
"(Y/N), glad to have you back," Hotch said, walking down the steps. He did seem honestly glad to see you as there was a small twitch of his mouth when he approached you and Derek. "You're sure you're alright to work again? I assume today is a file day, but we'll be back out there soon."
You nodded, smiling back. "Getting there, but it's controllable now," He narrowed his eyebrows. "I'll be fine for the field and if I'm not, I can always stay at the precinct to work things out there."
Hotch looked to Derek, then back at you. "Sounds good. Again, glad to have you back, agent." Hotch shook your hand and passed you, heading into JJ's office.
"Morgan..." You started, fiddling with your fingers. "Have you seen Spencer?"
"Yeah, he just went to the washroom, why?"
"I need to talk to him..."
The day went on and of course, you saw Spencer, but he paid you no mind. Not even a 'welcome back' or anything. You were just there and it was like you never left, except Spencer didn't even look at you. He was busy with his work and you constantly found yourself watching him. Maybe he'd heard your voice mail, maybe not, but either way, he didn't seem to care anymore.
That month and a half you spent recovering- was it possible that he used that time away from you to get over you? The idea was haunting and tugged at your heart. To be the only one all-in was such an incredibly painful idea. What he said before you were dragged away into the depths of hell meant something to you and it kept you alive... and to think he probably didn't mean it...
You needed to stop thinking about it before it made you burst into a million pieces. To be surrounded by everyone who you loved and loved you back wasn't enough if you couldn't have Spencer, too. Selfish, it sounded so selfish, but it shook you to the core that he wasn't amongst them.
The day continued and more pain was endured. More overthinking, more fear, more insecurity. The day was nearing its end.
Everybody seemed like nobody when Spencer was out of the picture. You had spent so much time thinking about him in the hospital and at home in recovery, who were you without wondering you could make it work? Nobody. Without the fantasy you could be his, you stranded on some sort of island. You were nobody if not Spencer's.
So you were nobody.
It was that thought that keeled you over the edge in the parking lot of the BAU. So much fear, so much pent-up emotion, it was too much to contain and just... spilled over onto everything as your hands began to shake, followed by that godawful feeling in the pit of your stomach. Your knees gave out and you fell conveniently onto the curb next to your car.
There was nobody there, either. You were alone on the concrete curb, face in your shaking hand and the other shaking hand gripping the curb so hard your knuckles turned white. Too much, too little, everything was wrong and you couldn't face Spencer.
You looked up for a brief moment and there was a brief look at someone in a beige cardigan and khaki pants and your heart fell to the pit of your stomach- as if you were humiliated enough. Footsteps, closer.
"A-are you okay?" His voice was a little panicked, definitely not as bad as yours, though. Overall, you were just glad he was within six feet of you.
Of course, you were pretty much unable to reply. Your face stayed in your hands and you felt light fingers on your shoulder, his, and they were somewhat grounding. God, he was here and you couldn't even talk to him, you couldn't even raise your head.
"What do you need, I- what happened?" He cared. But to what extent? His hands felt frantic- they shook a little (again, not nearly as bad as yours) and they moved from your shoulder, to upper arm, to near your neck, to the side of your head. "If this is my fault, I-"
He stopped himself. How could he possibly know that it was the thought of him that sent this into motion? The voicemail didn't entail much other than he was on your mind. You hardly even noticed that you were crying from the anxiety attack until you felt how wet your hands were. Your words kept piling on your tongue and the panic rose again in an entirely new wave.
"Do you- do you need help? I can get Hotch or... Derek, Derek knows, I know, but I don't- I don't think you like me very much and I won't be of help-I-I-I-" His voice continued to ramble and you were flooded with new thoughts. How could he possibly think that you didn't like him? In those moments before you were taken, you had said yes to going out with him if you both made it out. You kissed him back then before the arms grabbed you and dragged you off. Where did the idea of you not liking him come from? It was you who was afraid he didn't like you back.
You wanted to speak, you wanted to say something but you were stuck in your own mind, desperately trying to fight this off, trying hard to calm your breathing. The most you could do was take your hand off of the curb and frantically grab his. You took his hand and you held it tight, trying to slow the sharp intakes of breath. That's when Spencer squeezed your hand and you began to feel better.
And when you did start to feel better and your breathing was still harsh, but better and you could finally move a little more, you did what you had wanted to do every day in the hospital. You leaned forward and wrapped your arms around Spencer, your arms resting around his shoulders. You needed it and apparently so did he, because he squeezed you back the same. Either it was that or he knew pressure helped. All you could do was hope it wasn't the latter.
Spencer of course buried his face in the crook of your neck like he had before and you knew now that this feeling was coming to an end. The tide was washing out and there was calm after the storm. No words, just your breathing becoming more natural and the wind over your ears. This was all that you needed.
He stayed like this with you for a good five more minutes before you could finally release him, pulling apart and your hand coming up to wipe under your eyes. He didn't speak then, either- he just watched, his face furrowed in concern.
So you spoke, "Spencer wh-" your voice cut out from still being in that state of anxiety. You coughed into your arm, tried again. "Why would you think I don't like you?"
"I-I- don't think that's the question, I- are you okay?" His hands went back to your shoulders bracingly.
You smiled a small smile, "I'm better, it's passed, but Spencer...' You slid into a whisper with the crying coming back. Had it really passed?
"Yes?" His reply was wary. As if afraid to break you, he tiptoed.
"Answer me, please."
He bit his lower lip into his mouth, sighing. "I don't know if I should, you're- you're upset."
You looked at him, dead-on, determined. "Please."
"You didn't call. Not once and I-I-I was worried and then I started to think about it and everything t-that happened before you were taken and that you probably only said and did that because you were about to-to-uh, die." He rambled, words spilling out. "So I thought maybe you didn't really like me and-"
"I was waiting for you to call, too," you actually let out a laugh. He smiled in realization. "Because I was afraid of the exact same thing. I was afraid you didn't mean it and I worked myself up- I called Friday night, though-"
"I didn't- I didn't know that-" he fumbled to bring his phone out of his pocket and he must have seen that he had a voicemail from you and nodded, a little smile appearing on his worried face. "So you did mean to say yes?"
"And you did mean to ask?" You inquired, head tilted.
"Y-yes, of course."
"Then yes," you replied, smile widening to a grin. "How is Saturday night? I think I'll be better by then."
He was positively beaming as he helped you back to your feet. "Saturday is... great. Are you sure you're alright?"
"Much better.... truthfully." You nodded excessively and Spencer began walking back to his car, but then came back quickly to kiss your cheek.
He was like a child excited to go run and tell friends, "Goodnight!"
"Night, Spence." You stood there, basking in the glory that was solved miscommunication. You weren't nobody, you were in fact, somebody. And you were soon to be Spencer's.
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gublergrayfics · 3 years
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Coffee For Who?
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pairings: matthew gubler x fem!reader
type: fluff
warnings: none besides cute stuff (:
word count: 804
author's note: hi! this is my first fic, and i'm more than excited to share this with you. i hope that you enjoy. feel free to leave feedback or constructive criticism (i haven't written in close to two years). i'd appreciate it if you would share this, as well! thank you! <3
You don't believe in love. You don't even believe in soulmates.
So as you're standing in line at your favorite caffe, the barista bringing what was supposed to be your order to the counter, you figure it's just a coincidence. A mishap of some sort, of course.
This stranger- this handsome stranger, at that, was reaching for that same cup of coffee as you. It probably didn't help that the barista called the order instead of your name
"Oh- I'm sorry, forgive me. I didn't know that you ordered a-"
"Cold brew? Yeah, I did. It's no big deal, though! You can take it. I don't mind waiting."
His smile was one that you'd probably offer on a sunny day, adding onto the warmth that would already be present. It was one that, if offered during different circumstances, you'd cave for sure. The man's smile was, as they say, a million dollar one.
That's not even counting his looks. The way his curls framed his face was almost surreal, glasses perched on his nose and framing eyes that were sure to stop anyone in their tracks. They were a dark brown, yes, but the gold in them made you want to crumble as the mysterious man's feet. And his light scruff-
You were getting ahead of yourself but who wouldn't? This man was the definition of a god complex. Yet, he looked so familiar. You just couldn't put your finger on it.
The trance you were in abruptly came to a screeching halt, the voice of the barista butting in and ending whatever moment you were in, "I'm so sorry about that. This coffee actually belongs to a... Matthew?"
Matthew. It had a nice ring to it.
"Oh- uh, thank you! Here."
Watching as Matthew took the cold brew from the young woman, he offered it over to you to which earned him a look of surprise and utter confusion. You went to decline his offer but had been interrupted by the handsome individual in front of you, "I insist?.."
"(Y/N). Thank you for that. I really don't mind waiting.", You took the coffee from his grip, earning a small smile from Matthew as he adjusted his glasses before shoving his hands into his pockets.
"It was no problem. I just hope you don't mind being 'Matthew' for a day. I wouldn't mind being '(Y/N)' seeing as you're really beautiful?", You couldn't help but giggle at the man's attempt at flirting, finding it rather flattering that he saw you as someone who was "beautiful." He rubbed the back of his neck while smiling meekly towards you with his cheeks glowing red. The honey like glow in his eyes shining the longer you two held contact.
"Hey, can you get a move on already? You're holding up the line."
The complaint, yet again, broke the trance you two seemed stuck in as you offered the individual a smile of apology before moving to the side. Matthew had begun to follow after you until that same barista called what was originally your order, "(Y/N)!"
"That's me.", You laughed quietly to yourself while watching his retreating figure return to the same spot he was mere seconds ago before returning back to you.
Glancing up at you, Matthew caught your eye to which you quickly covered your tracks by speaking, "It's not every day that I trade identities with a complete stranger."
This seemed to have caught him completely off guard, a chuckle escaping past his lips. Lips that seemed so kissable, yet-
“Believe it or not, I don't regret it. I've, uh, enjoyed talking to you. I'd love to talk more, actually. Get to know you a bit.", You were surprised by this. The same guy who was shy just a few minutes ago, cheeks bright and all, is now admitting that he wants to get to know you and that he's enjoyed talking to you. With confidence, too.
You'd be lying if you said your heart wasn't racing at this point. Or that you weren't shaking inside from the nerves that coursed through your body.
Collecting yourself and your thoughts, you answered Matthew while trying to imitate his confidence but failing miserably, "O-Of course! Yeah, I'd like that."
It was as if you had just told Matthew that you finally found the cure for cancer, his smile was wide and bright. You couldn't contain your smile for long at his excitement, and he quickly took notice to it.
“So, it's a date? Maybe?"
“It's a date."
And as you watched Matthew try to keep his cool, although failing miserably, you couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope within your chest. Hope that this could work out good for you for once. Hope that- well..
Maybe love and soulmates could exist after all.
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prisonreidsb1tch · 3 years
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I’m trying a new thing, I’m new at this so please be nice!!
You and Spencer Reid are coworkers. Little does the team know, your playful banter and slightly-too-long touches are because you love each other, and have for a long time. No physical or literal relationship has come of this, and neither of you know that the other feels the same. However, your friendship is out of this world. (gif where the ** is.)
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“Carry on.” Spencer says, urging you to continue your tangent about how astrology is the bottom line for everyone’s personalities. Spencer being an FBI profiler just like yourself, seems very skeptical about your theory. You just think he’s closed-minded.
“I’m just saying, you being a scorpio explains a lot.” you say, tapping your fingers on your chin. Spencer licks his lips, staring at you with confusion etched on his beautiful features.**
“Y/N, I have 3 BA’s and 3 PhD’s. I have studied psychopaths and sociopaths for years. You literally have the same training and do the same work as I do, yet you’re telling me that astrology is the basis of all personality?” he says, putting emphasis on ‘astrology’.
“Yes, Spence! Like, for instance, I am a virgo. I am organized, critical, and I am analytical and a perfectionist. All of these things are true, right?” Spencer nods.
“Okay, so since you are a scorpio, it makes sense that you have impeccable concentration, you’re very intuitive and you are sensitive! Being a scorpio helps you be a wonderful profiler!” You finish your rant. Spencer’s eyes flick to yours from the floor and his lips turn up at the corners.
“Well, Y/N, I’ll have to look into it.” He says, a slight solemn tone to his voice. Your heart flutters at the sight of him not being used to learning things hardly anymore.
“Spencer, I can teach you my ways. Come over tonight after work!” You offer, eyes pleading.
“There better be Indian takeout.” He simply says, grinning wide. This is it. This is when you’ll finally tell Spencer that you have feelings for him. You can’t contain your excitement as you shriek with delight, bouncing up and down on the balls of your feet.
“See you in an hour, Pretty Boy.”
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danyka-fendyr · 5 years
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Yes this one is named after an episode of Criminal Minds. Sue me. (Please don’t though CBS you would not have much of a case but I don’t have the money for it even if you tried). Anway, this was a request from the lovely @lettersofwrittencollective and should I be writing other things? Yes. But hey! I got inspired, okay?
Summary: Spencer finds himself falling for the mind of an unsub as the team tries to navigate their way through a tricky series of puzzles, but...are things what they seem?
Warnings: Generally disturbing themes of violent death. The usual Criminal Minds murder stuff. Also, I’m giving the reader a brother, so if you don’t have one...just pretend you do. Y/B/N is Your Brother’s Name. Also, the reader is in their mid-twenties for plot purposes.
Wordcount: I could have counted the words in this fic but instead I got distracted staring at Spencer Reid’s beautiful hair. Like...who is his stylist? I need to know for science and also because I’m considering a haircut.
“Well this is interesting,” Rossi grumbled, examining the body lying cold on the table.
“The kill was fairly efficient, but inexperienced as you can see,” the ME said. “The victim was poisoned, but judging by the blood samples we have, it was clumsier than intended. We’re guessing this was a first kill, since no experienced poisoner would use a mix like this.”
“So the swelling on the face and the purple coloring are a result of that?” Spencer leaned in closer.
“That would be exactly right. The victim actually asphyxiated from other problems caused by these chemicals before the poison could reach his heart. It should also be noted that it doesn’t take much to get these ingredients. Most of them can be found commonly around the house. Take bleach, for example.”
“How did the unsub force the victims to take poison like that? It can’t have been administered orally,” Rossi said.
The ME shook her head. “It wasn’t. Interestingly, it seems the unsub injected it through the victim’s nose, like one might with a nasal clearing device, the kind you would normally put saltwater in. It would appear that the victim’s mouth was taped shut, and if the killer plugged their nostrils, they would have had no choice but to swallow.”
“It would have been a reflex,” Rossi said.
“Exactly. We can see this in the chemical burning in the nostrils as well as the mouth. Additionally, it appears the victims were all lured from well-populated places, then drugged and taken somewhere more remote.”
“What could convince these men to follow someone out of a party though?”
Reid was leaning in closer to the body. He spoke into the brief silence. “What is that? In the throat there?”
The ME reached for her tools, fishing in the victim’s throat until she found...a note.
“Something borrowed and something blue
Only he can save me from you
Where men fall to their knees and wind chimes don’t sing
When you are ready, give me a ring.”
Rossi recited the poem aloud.
“Well call me crazy, but it sounds like this unsub wants to get married,” Jennifer said.
“Yes, but look at this,” Reid said, pointing to the second verse. “‘Only he can save me from you’. What does that mean? It almost sounds like it was written from the perspective of the victim...But then who is he?”
“Maybe the unsub imagines all of these men to be unworthy suitors. I think, given the victimology and this message, we can safely conclude that this unsub is a woman. We know that she’s kidnapped multiple men all with roughly the same physical appearance between the ages of 20-30, and we know that the kills have been clean and efficient with no signs of sexual sadism or torture. Maybe ‘he’ is the one true love who will save her from all of these other ‘lesser’ men,” Hotch suggested.
“Maybe, but something about it doesn’t quite add up. If we know she’s holding multiple men hostage, then why the specific usage of ‘you’? Why send this message to us, the FBI, to find? In fact, if it’s meant for some white knight, why leave it with the body at all? It doesn’t make any sense.”
“Yeah. What about this line with the wind chimes here? What does that mean?” Morgan pointed it out on the board where Reid had copied the message over.
“It would appear to be a clue to the unsub’s location,” Rossi said.
“This lady has got to get better at her clues,” Garcia said from where she was on speakerphone.
“Garcia, can you look up levels of low wind activity in the city and neighboring towns? This unsub has a pretty clear comfort zone, so this might narrow it down some, assuming that ‘where wind chimes don’t sing’ is a specific reference to geographical location.” Reid spoke.
The sheriff of the town poked his head in. “There’s been another body found.”
“Well, our unsub is definitely getting bolder,” Morgan observed.
This body had been left out in a park, in contrast to the carefully hidden body that had washed up on the riverbank before.
“Check for a message in the throat,” Reid suggested.
Sure enough, there was another one.
“I hope that you can understand
Know that this was not my hand
All the cards are on the table, but who signed the deed
Can you solve the riddle, Dr. Reid?”
“Oh that ain’t good,” Morgan said.
“So it’s a riddle for Reid?” Hotch questioned.
“It would certainly seem that way,” Morgan said.
“Listen to this, ‘know that this was not my hand’. That almost sounds like the unsub is saying she didn’t do it.”
“Well it seems pretty clear to me that she uh..did,” JJ pointed out. “Y’know, seeing as she’s leaving notes in corpses. Plus, look at the line about all the cards being on the table. Maybe she’s saying it wasn’t her hand of cards.”
“Even if you’re right, though, that still implies a claim of innocence. Like the unsub is deflecting blame,” Rossi said.
Reid set down his coffee cup on a map, and Blake moved it so that it wouldn’t leave a stain.
“I just got the toxicology report from the lab. It looks like the same chemicals as before were used, just a more refined combo. You guys...I think we need to look at the very real possibility that we might be dealing with a younger unsub here. Maybe even a minor. If you combine the fact that her victims are mostly in their early to mid-twenties with what we know about her poison of choice...these are all common household cleaners. Something you could snag while your Mom wasn’t looking.”
Reid shook his head. “The text doesn’t match up with that theory though. Both notes are written from an almost poetic standpoint as if whoever wrote them comes from an educated background. Someone with this kind of literary prowess would have to either be very well-read or much older than you’re suggesting, likely both. Look at the rhyming patterns and the choice of words. This kind of messaging system, this kind of crime is simply too organized for a teenaged girl to pull off.”
“Wait...you guys.” JJ stood, crossing to the board that still had the first message sprawled across it for comparison. “Remember who we couldn’t figure out who ‘you’ could be? What if we’re dealing with multiple unsubs here?”
Rossi’s eyes lit up with understanding. “And one of them wants out.”
“Likely the submissive one,” Hotch said, latching onto the theory. “If we assume that the line about this not being her hand is a claim of innocence than it’s entirely possible that the dominant one roped her into this against her will somehow. It could be that the submissive one is the one luring these men away from the clubs and bars most of them disappeared from and drugged them, but it’s the dominant one doing all the killing.”
Spencer stood from the table, crossing to the board. “But by that logic, we’re assuming the older party is the submissive one, which almost never happens.”
“The unsub could have leverage against her,” JJ suggested. “Garcia, look up all missing men that fit the age parameters and type of this unsub, and then check to see if they have sisters, mothers or even aunts that have also gone missing recently.”
“On it!”
It wasn’t long before Garcia had an answer for them, with a search that specific.
“Bingo! Your hunch was right, my clever crime-solving friends. Y/B/N and Y/N Y/L/N both went missing when they went on a road trip together two weeks ago.”
“That’s right when the kidnappings started. Garcia, is it possible that Y/B/N was the dominant unsub’s first victim?” Reid asked.
“Oh, definitely little Einstein, but not for the reason you’re thinking. It was actually the sister who filed complaints of a stalker with local police. They assumed that the stalker nabbed the two and that at this point, they were probably long dead.”
“Was a suspect ever identified for the stalker?” Morgan asked.
“You know there was, lover. And you’re never going to believe this, but the suspect was, in fact, a teenage girl. Joanna Bridges, 18 years old, still in her senior year of high school. Apparently, Y/N was something of a friend to the girl. Reportedly Joanna was a bit of a loner, and Y/N, a senior, took pity on her lower classman. That all changed though when she went off to college. 
“Joanna brought a whole new meaning to separation anxiety and things got real nasty real fast. As one would suspect, fights ensued, the friendship fell apart, and then for the next four years our dear Y/N thought no more about it. Flash forward, she’s coming home, and Joanna is finishing up her senior year of high school, but she is less over it. She starts showing up at Y/N’s house making all kinds of unwanted advances, but after being rejected several times, she turned to more subtle methods, including but not limited to lurking in the background, leaving anonymous gifts, and just generally being creepy. Unfortunately, the police could never find concrete evidence, which brings us to the present. And before you ask, yes, I have addresses for both parties, and I am sending them to your cells now.”
“Thanks, baby girl,” Morgan said.
“You can thank me when you get home,” Garcia purred.
“Reid, you and JJ go to the Y/L/N house. Rossi and Morgan can go to the Bridges residence, and Blake and I will stay here and see what more we can find out about the wind chime clue.”
“Okay,” JJ said, coming back from interviewing the parents. “Apparently, like most teenage girls, Y/N pretty much lived in her room. Everything we could possibly need to know about her life before she went off to college is going to be here. If this is all really about her, then maybe we can find some clues here.”
“I mean, that much is obvious. Look at this room. It’s lived in,” Reid said, tracing a finger over a picture frame on the desk. “There’s dust here, but not much, indicating that the room was cleaned at about the normal intervals for the girl she would have been at the time.”
“Okay, Y/N, where did you hide your secrets? A diary?” JJ checked the bookshelf and then classic hiding places for a diary. “Nope. Doesn’t look like she’s kept a diary in years. Not since before middle school, even. That’s weird. Reid, if you were a teenage girl, where would you keep a diary?”
“Oh, I wouldn’t keep one. It’s like asking someone to read your thoughts. The concept always seemed incredibly invasive to me. The only journals I kept were scientific. I’d much rather have people read my work, personally.”
“Wait, Reid, that’s it. If Y/N was like most teenage girls, she would have been intensely private. But you said that her writing was advanced. Not just the work of someone who well educated, but someone who was a literary enthusiast. What if, instead of keeping a diary, she wrote poetry about her life? That way, if anyone asked, she could just dismiss it as a story.”
“Her writing does indicate experience. That was part of why I thought it couldn’t be a younger unsub. It’s too well established, too firm in its identity and style. It would make sense if Y/N is as clever as we think she is. With her poetry, she would have been hiding in plain sight, just like she was when she left us those notes.”
Sure enough, after further going through the girl’s room, they found notebooks filled with poetry. Upon first glance, they could have been mistaken for school notebooks, classic yellow and black spiral bounds, but their contents read very different.
“Look at this, Spence.” JJ ushered him closer from where he stood reading across the room reading at a much faster pace than she could. “This one talks about someone in her life who tried to hold her back. Someone who couldn’t grow up and was mad at her for trying to. That sound like anyone we know?”
“Here, let me see that.” He flipped through the notebook in a matter of seconds. “From the sounds of it, there was some serious emotional manipulation happening her. Joanna guilt-tripped her hard and made some serious attempts at gaslighting. If she had been a little older and more experienced, she might have met with more success, but her attempts were too clumsy for Y/N not to identify them as what they were eventually. She wanted to believe the best, but Joanna aggressively drove her away. ironically in an attempt to keep her close.”
“Well Joanna is older now, and probably has enough experience to be a master manipulator if she started that young.”
“We have to tell the others, see if they found anything,” Reid said, dialing Morgan’s cell and explaining what they had found.
“Yeah, that’s pretty consistent with what we’re seeing here,” Morgan said. “This girl could write the textbook on emotional manipulation, from the way her family tells it. Not that they knew what was happening. They were just as under her spell.”
“Wait, Morgan...do you think the kidnappings could be to try to manipulate Y/N into killing with her?”
“Could be,” Morgan said. “I mean, think about it. It would be the ultimate sign of dedication. I would die for you, but would you kill for me? Just do this one thing and everything will be forgiven.”
“The only problem is, Y/N doesn’t want to be forgiven. She’s smart enough to know that she’s not the one in the wrong here.”
“It’s only a matter of time though before eventually, Joanna convinces her otherwise and she breaks though.”
“Well let's hope we get there first,” Spencer said before hanging up.
While he and Morgan had been talking, JJ had been wandering the house, investigating. “Spence, come take a look at this!”
He headed out onto the back porch where JJ was, only to find dozens of wind chimes. 
“Mrs. Y/L/N, where did all of these wind chimes come from?” JJ asked.
“Oh, they were gifts. Most of them were from that sick, twisted stalker who kept sending her all the anonymous messages.”
“Were any from Joanna?” Reid asked.
“As a matter of fact, one was. She used to make them, and she made one for Y/N before they grew apart.”
“Which one of these is it?” JJ asked.
“Oh, it’s not any of these. It hangs inside, in the kitchen window. The glass it’s made out of was stained by hand, and it will fade if left out in the weather. Most of these are the same, but Y/N never cared if any of these got damaged. I think the only reason the first one is still in the kitchen is because it reminds her of a better time.”
“Ma’am, you said these were made by hand?” JJ said.
“Why yes, I believe so. Joanna’s family had some land by the water, I think, and they used to melt down the sand into glass. Very crafty, they all were.”
JJ whipped out her cell to call Garcia. 
“Your resident Bill Gates impersonator in the house, what can I do for you darling?”
“Garcia, can you tell me if Joanna and her family had any kind of craft business having to do with glass? Wind chimes, maybe?”
“One moment, please....Yes, as a matter of fact, they did. The Bridges own a little arts and crafts store famous for their beautiful wind chimes made from sand gathered from a plot of land they own near the water here and all-natural dyes. Unfortunately, these little beauties have to be kept indoors to stay at peak condition, meaning that they will never make any cheerful tinkling noises.”
“That sounds remote enough to be a holding location. Garcia, can you give me an address on that beach house?” 
“Sending it your way now sugar plum. PG out!”
The team raced for the house, and Spencer couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. Something told him this girl wasn’t a bad person. Well, actually, she had told him that. Specifically him, which was odd. How had she decided that he would be the one who could save her, and how had she even heard about him?
When the team made it into the house, they found Y/N held at gunpoint by a hysterical Joanna. The missing men must have been held somewhere else, but one that resembled Y/N lay on the floor unconscious.
“Joanna Bridges, FBI! Put the gun down,” JJ said.
“No!” Joanna screamed. “She doesn’t understand. I did this all for you. I never cared about him.” She gestured with the gun towards Y/B/N. “It was only ever you. I brought all of these men here to show you. They could never love you like I do. Don’t you understand?”
Spencer locked eyes with her. She was terrified, not that much younger than him. For a second, they seemed to click, and the look in her eyes changed.
“I understand, Joanna.” She reached out even though she looked like she might puke. “I understand now. You don’t have to do this anymore. It’s over.”
Joanna shook her head frantically. “Not until you kill one of them. You have to prove...you have to prove it.”
“Prove what, Joanna?” Spencer asked. “Prove that she loves you? She’s already proved that. She kept all the wind chimes you sent her. She wrote about you, in her poems. She loves you, I know she does. Don’t you, Y/N?”
You nodded frantically. “I do. I do, so just put down the gun JoJo.”
“You love me?” Joanna softened.
“Of course. Of course I do. So you see, you didn’t have to do this after all.”
“Say it.”
“Say what?” You asked, confused.
“Say that you love me.”
You swallowed, fighting the sick feeling in your stomach. “I love you.”
The second Joanna dropped her guard, JJ was on her, and you collapsed. You fell to your knees, but it wasn’t long before Spencer had an arm wrapped around you.
“It’s alright. It’s okay. Your clues lead us here. You were so brave and so clever,” he muttered.
“I thought,” you said, your breaths coming in shuddering gasps, “I thought if they would just call in the FBI...I read about you. I knew you could save me if I just left the breadcrumbs.”
“You did great Y/N. You did great.”
“She said, she said if I didn’t do what she said she would kill my brother,” you cried.
“It’s all going to be okay.”
A couple months later, you and Spencer were meeting for coffee. In the process of studying you and your...somewhat unique case, you two had become friends. A little more than that, actually. It was safe to say that you had a crush on him, but you had no idea if the genius reciprocated. If you had to take a guess, probably not.
“Hey uh...sorry I’m late. Paperwork.” He fiddled with the straps of his bag, an undeniable smile tugging at his lips.
“You don’t seem nearly put out enough to have been doing paperwork. Are you lying to me, Dr. Reid?” You teased.
He made a face. You had taken to calling him Spencer or Spence, and only called him Dr. Reid when you were teasing him or flirting with him. Not that he noticed the latter.
“You know I would never lie to you. Besides, I’m a terrible liar.”
You laughed. “Now that I know is a lie. You forget I’ve seen you in action. Put you in the same room as a murderer and you are one smooth criminal, Spence. Pun intended.”
He shook his head, but laughed anyway, sitting down across from you.
“Took the liberty of getting you a coffee. It’s only half full though to leave room for the sugar.”
“Actually, sugar is highly soluble-”
“I know, Spence. I was joking again.”
“Oh...Right.” 
He looked bashful, so you took pity on him, reaching out for one of his hands. It was your turn to be shy though when he intertwined your fingers. You blushed, finding it difficult to make eye contact.
“Sorry,” he said, pulling his hand away. “I can not do that if it makes you uncomfortable.”
You took his hand back, pointedly intertwining the fingers despite your continued shyness. “No. It’s okay. I like this.”
“Yeah? That’s good because I like you.” 
He blurted it out without thinking like it was one of his facts and he just couldn’t stop himself from saying it, consequences be damned. You could tell by the surprised look on his face that he hadn’t been planning on saying that.
“That’s a relief. I was afraid you didn’t feel the same way.” Your confidence bolstered by his confession, you leaned a little closer. “I like you too, Dr. Reid.”
His brow wrinkled in confusion. “Are you sure? Because you only call me Dr. when you’re teasing me.”
“For a genius, you can be really dumb sometimes, you know that? I don’t just call you Dr. when I’m teasing you. I call you Dr. when I’m flirting with you. Like I am right now.” 
You had leaned in closer so that your lips were inches apart now. 
“I’m all out of witty things to say now,” you breathed. “Your turn Spence.”
Spencer opted for action instead, kissing you gently.
“Mmm, you should do paperwork more often. I like what happens afterward.”
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I write for Harry Potter , Criminal Minds , Stranger Things, Marvel (MCU) characters and more. I really specialize in dialogue pieces and blurbs, but feel free to send different things!
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Look here to see the characters I write for + my updated guidelines! (You can request more, I am very flexible!!)
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One-Shots + Blurbs + Concepts + Dialogue + Requests/Asks:
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Marvel:
Character: Bucky Barnes
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Thigh-Riding Bucky Barnes*
Cockwarming Bucky in private park*
Soft!Dom!Winter Soldier fucking little!reader’s throat*
Going to the beach with Daddy!Bucky <3
Little!Reader loves her Daddy!Bucky’s metal arm <3
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Harry Potter: Lightning Era:
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Harry Potter: Mauraders, Wolfstar, etc.:
Character: James Potter:
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(slightly dark themes) Daddy!Dbf!James Potter rubbing little!reader’s feet as they drive home from a fun day<3 (kind of  🧸)
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Character: Remus Lupin:
(darker themes) Sweet Torture*  🧸
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Criminal Minds:
Character: Spencer Reid
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Love Bites <3*
Too Damn Busy 🩰
Late Night Activities<3*
Delicate<3*
Scaredy-Cat<3
Comfort Kink<3*
sucking on daddy!spencie’s fingers<3
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Stranger Things:
Eddie Munson (ST4)
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Eddie eats you out from behind*
Eddie with hyperfem!innocent/bimbo!reader <3 --(could be innocent or bimbo)
Reader tries to break up with Yandere!Obsessed!Toxic!Eddie Munson ♱ * 🧸
Stalker/Perv/Yandere!Eddie Munson buys you a bear that smells like him and you can’t help but grind yourself on it * 🧸
Rockstar!Bf!Eddie Munson x Bimbo!Gf!Reader where eddie hypes up reader when she dresses up as a bunny for halloween on the night of one of his shows.. <3 (CW: smoking cigarette, light cursing, kissing)
Eddie Munson x innocent!reader (where eddie has a corruption kink) *
Yandere!Eddie Munson sees Bimbo!reader being babied by Steve Harrington and he gets very jealous  🧸
Yandere/Stalker!eddie munson x bimbo!reader where reader doesn’t know how to get herself off so he decides to help her  🧸*
Eddie Munson x Crybaby!reader where they are both heavy on PDA during a Hellfire Club campaign and she needs reassurance that he loves her (super mushy) <3 (kinda *)
Yandere!Daddy!Eddie Munson x Little!Reader where he kidnaps her and then she disobeys him so he spanks her as punishment (with aftercare)  🧸
Yandere!reader x eddie munson  🧸*
obsessed!steddie x reader <3
daddy!eddie munson x little!reader (or just eddie munson x gn!reader) where reader is clingy <3 (a thought)
Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Bimbo!Reader where Eddie’s famous and in a relationship with you and your fans gush over the two of you (how your life would be) <3
Yandere!Mean!Eddie Munson x Housewife!Bimbo!Innocent!Reader   🧸* <3
Yandere!Eddie x Crybaby!(bimbo ish)!Reader where reader’s friends are concerned for her ever since she started going out with eddie so they talk to her about her n eddie’s relationship but he finds out  🧸* (<3 ish)
Eddie Munson x Librarian!Reader *
Yandere!Eddie Munson and Yandere!Steve Harrington with Bimbo!Reader  🧸(soft!dark)
Yandere!Eddie Munson x Bimbo!Reader where he makes her get herself off on a bear he gave her knowing that she won’t be able to finish without his help  🧸*
Mean(yandere ?)!Eddie Munson x Bimbo!Puppy!Reader where there is petplay * 🧸 (darker but not super bad)
Desperate!softdark!yandere!eddie munson x bimbo!reader where he controls her everyday things like making plans  🧸<3
Bimbo!Reader meets Eddie’s friends and they are in disbelief that she’s dating him <3
Dark!CG(caregiver)!Eddie Munson putting his fingers into Crybaby!Reader’s mouth after he ignores her on purpose   🧸(dark(ish) <3
Soft!Dark(ish)!Daddy!Eddie Munson x Little!Reader where she has barriers she puts up to protect herself, but he can see past that <3 🧸
Yandere!Reader trying to trap ‘F’WB!Eddie by him getting her pregnant * 🧸
soft!dark!yandere!eddie munson comforting bimbo!reader when dustin scares her <3 (it’s really not dark)
Dark!eddie messes with bimbo!reader’s birth control 🧸
Dark!Eddie watches bimbo!reader do a fashion show for him * 🧸
obsessed!desperate!eddie munson x spoiledprincess!meangirl!reader (hints of * and kind of darker) <3  🧸
obsessed!eddie munson x spoiled!meangirl!reader when she ignores him because he forgot to get her her coffee <3 
yandere!eddie munson x bimbo!housewife!reader breeding kink* (not particularly dark 🧸 )
whipped/obsessed!eddiemunson with hyperfem!bimbo!popular!reader where they can’t keep their hands off of each other <3 (small hints of * (kissing heatedly)
eddie munson x popular!hyperfem!reader where eddie works at Scoops Ahoy! and reader comes in <3 (VERY SMALL hints of *) (b0ner mentioned)
eddie munson x innocent!reader public sex * (kinda <3 fluffy)
himbo!eddie munson x nerdy!reader thoughts.. <3
Protective!Yandere!eddie munson x bimbo!reader where he gets angry when someone makes fun of reader  🧸(physical violence (not graphic, just blood mentioned))
dark(ish)!eddie munson x yandere!reader where eddie spits into dark!reader’s mouth * 
eddie munson x reader where eddie takes care of reader when they’re sick <3
toxic!yandere!eddie x toxic!yandere!reader where reader used to be the obsessive/yandere-ish one before their relationship began but soon eddie became obsessive/yandere as well  🧸(<3 (kinda?) and smut mentioned)
eddie’s sad after a prank reader pulls on him so they comfort him <3
skincare with eddie <3
dramatic!crybaby!spoiled!reader and (obsessed!)eddie munson where eddie calls you ‘honey’ and spoils you <3
does eddie munson take advantage of yandere!reader? (hints of * and slight darkness)
subby!obsessed!stepdad!eddie x innocent(ish)!spoiled!reader * <3  🧸
dark!obsessed!eddie munson tries to convince bimbo!reader to quit her job and be his housewife  🧸
(daddy!)steve x (daddy!)eddie babying (little?)reader <3 (cursing involved)
daddy!eddie with little!reader who stutters <3
lovesick!eddie x bimbo!reader <3
yandere!eddie x fem!reader with breeding kink: where he tries to trap her by getting her pregnant* 🧸
stepdad!steve x ‘uncle’!eddie munson where you all have ‘playdates’(* smut talk)  🧸
pervy!stepbrother!eddie munson x innocent!stepsister!reader where he ‘helps’ her get ready for school in the morning * 🧸
pervy!stepbrother!eddie munson x innocent!reader where she can’t cum on her own so he helps her * 🧸
perv!eddie with shy!innocent!reader (hints of * and eddie’s yucky in the end: also darker ish content  🧸)
dark!stepbro!eddie munson x innocent!reader where he explains why he can’t take her virginity yet as he eats her ass * 🧸
toxic!yandere!dark!eddie munson x innocent!reader where he needs to know where she is all of the time  🧸
casual dominance with either eddie or steve <3
obsessed (or regular)!eddie munson x meangirl!reader <3
dark!stepbrother!eddie munson x crybaby!reader where he fucks her but tells her to keep quiet so no one hears * 🧸
eddie munson x innocent!reader where he teachers her how to kiss (hints of * and <3)
puppy!hybrid!reader x eddie munson where she sucks on his cock under the table during one of the hellfire meetings so she can calm down*
needy!eddie munson x reader *
mean!pervy!stepbrother!eddie munson x crybaby!reader where he teases her when she lets out a moan after he ‘jokingly’ slaps her ass (hints of *) 🧸
(dark-ish)!eddie munson x (bimbo, innocent?)!reader where he likes it when she cries * 🧸
(soft!dark)yandere!eddie munson x bimbo!reader where he begs for her forgiveness for scaring her when he yelled  (hints of🧸)<3
eddie thought; him saying ‘i love you’ to your pussy *(kinda <3 ??)
pervy!stepbrother!eddie x bimbo!spoilt!meangirl!reader ( hints of *) 🧸
reader grinds against eddie’s rings *
pervy!stepbro!eddie smacking bimbo!meangirl!reader’s ass harshly so he can see marks (hints of *) 🧸
soft!dark!obsessive!eddiemunson x innocent(ish)!obsessive!reader (hints of * <3)  🧸
pervy!stepbro!subby!eddie munson x bimbo!meangirl!reader where she goes to his room at night *  🧸
stepdad/daddy!eddie x innocent!(little)!reader where he guides her through her orgasm * (anon thought) (hints of  🧸)
stepbro!eddie munson x innocent!reader where he kisses her after he makes her face all messy *wink wink* (* and  🧸)
stepdad!eddie x innocent!(little!)reader where he finds out she got caught cheating on a test * (anon thought) 🧸
stepdad!eddie x innocent!reader where he makes her cum for the first time but she gets scared (thought by anon)* 🧸
stepbrother!eddie munson x innocent!reader where they play a game.. *  🧸
needy!obsessed!eddie x (innocent?)reader where he worships her (hints (very small) of *) <3
dark!stepdad!eddie x innocent!reader thot (from anon)* 🧸
(hints of perv-ish)!eddie munson x innocent!hybridbunny!reader:
part 1: when bunny!reader first meets eddie (* and sort of <3 with steve in the beginning?)
part 2: bunny!reader x eddie where she sleeps at his trailer for the first time * <3
blurbs for bunny: 
bunny!reader goes shopping with robin to get clothes<3
bunny!reader shows eddie her new nails <3
eddie munson x bunny!reader thoughts (* and <3)
eddie munson x bunny!reader snippet/thought *
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Steve Harrington
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Yandere!Eddie Munson and Yandere!Steve Harrington with Bimbo!Reader  🧸(soft!dark)
(needy)!hybrid!wolf!steve x innocent!shy!hybrid!bunny!reader * (hints of darker themes and fluff)
stepdad!steve x ‘uncle’!eddie munson where you all have ‘playdates’(* smut talk)  🧸
mean(ish)!dilf!steve harrington x innocent!reader where you need his help to get off *
Stepdad!steve harrington letting innocent!reader ride his thigh* 🧸
obsessed!steddie x reader <3
(daddy!)steve x (daddy!)eddie babying (little?)reader <3 (cursing involved)
Daddy!Steve fixes Little!reader’s cut and kisses it better <3
Crybaby!reader tries to break up with Yandere/Dark/Toxic/Manipulative!Steve <3 (dark fluff)  🧸
How Mean(er)daddy!Eddie and soft!Daddy!Steve are when they spank you <3 (hints of SOME darkness (extremely small amount)) 
dilf!steve thought: him reading to you<3
Steve babying puppy!hybrid!reader <3
stepdad!steve x innocent!reader where he gives her some kisses at bedtime (hints of * and <3) 🧸
casual dominance with either eddie or steve <3
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Jim Hopper
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daddy!jimhopper x innocent!reader where reader gives him a bj under his desk before he makes her ride him* (slight hints of <3)
daddy!hopper x innocent!afab!reader where he uses a chastity belt on her * (i guess? hints of: dark content?)
toxic!stepdad!hopper x (innocent/naive)!reader where he yells at her for wearing skirts too short n then comforts her after their fight <3 🧸
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Robin Buckley
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hybrid!bunny!reader goes shopping with robin <3
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Others: Ralph (Timewasters):
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giving ralph a bj *
ralph falling for you instead of lauren as you are friends with the group <3
taking ralph’s virginity * <3
stepbrother!inexperienced!ralph x inexperienced!reader * 🧸 (an idea)
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Others: Tangerine (bullettrain)
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how tangerine eats you out and kisses you*
perv!tangerine though (hints of dark content and smut)
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More characters yet to come! Please feel free to send requests!! <3 
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Sniffles
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Pairing: BAU Team x Reader
Request: The reader is sick and the team takes care of her
Warnings: None
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Sniffling you pulled your sweater closer to your body as you huddled closer to the window of the jet while the team went over the case you were currently working on
Your eyes burned from the fever that you were currently trying to hide from the others, ever so often you’d lick your lips to wet the cracked skin. Another shiver ran through your body as Aaron slipped into the seat next to you, passing you a cup of tea
“This would help with your chills" grateful for whatever warmth you could get you took the mug from your unit chief, taking slow sips of the piping hot ginger tea
"Thank you" your face screwed the moment your voice broke, Aaron smiled as your hoarse voice confirmed his suspicions of you being sick
"You're welcome but you know you could've taken a few sick days right" before you had the chance to try and muster up a lie that you weren't Aaron held his hand up to your forehead, his cold hand made you shiver on contact
"You're burning up" the rest of the team looked over at you disapprovingly. Hotch had made it pretty clear that whenever one of us would get the cold we would take a day or two to rest fully
Yet here you were, fighting to stay awake and burning up with fever in transit to work on a case that'll last God knows how long
"Sorry" sniffling you leaned on the window, no energy in you left to argue why you chose to come to work with your boss and teammates
Spenecer walked over and covered you up with his spare blanket while Aaron rubbed his temples, clearly upset by your decision making
"It's fine but you're not allowed in the field, you'll stay with Reid and I at the police department and we'll cordinate from there, JJ, Morgan, you two take the crime scene, Rossi and Emily you could follow up with the parents, see if they could tell us more about the victim"
Nodding at his orders you sunk lower into your seat and closed your eyes drifting off to sleep almost immediately
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Delicate (blurb)
Summary: Reader and Spencer talk about some of their smaller favorite things.. Reader happens to mention something that catches Spencer’s attention
Category: Fluff (with smut)
Pairings: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader
An: yes, i never checked for errors lol enjoy!! also! where can i get those types of like underwear pieces? just the cotton ones that are a bit cheekier and have like the little ribbon on the waistband? i am obsessed with them!! ok bye lol <3
CW: innocence kink mentioned, age gap (spencer is 36 and reader is 21), alusions to dom!spencer and sub!reader, being naked together mentioned, (brief) oral sex (female recieving), food (eating berries)
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I run my finger gently down her spine, watching the peach fuzz on her skin illuminate her witha golden hue. 
“What about you?” I ask, letting her feed me a raspberry as she turns around and pops a berry in her mouth. 
“What about me?” she queries, combing her fingers through my hair. 
We’re laying on our bed, basking in the golden spotlight of the bright sun that peaks through the curtains (and our post-coital bliss), as we feed each other berries, talking about our favorite things. We’re both naked, except she has her soft pink panties on, with a little red rose made out of ribbon sewn onto the thin waistband. She had been laying on my chest, but now she is straddling my thigh, looking into my eyes with such love that I feel my chest blossom with a brilliant warmth. 
She’s so, incredibly beautiful.
The sun in her hair makes a sort of a halo effect, and I can’t help but think how much of a true angel she is. 
Sent down from above. 
The soft, satin sheets cover my hips; the white fabric falling from Y/n’s shoulders as she sits on my thigh. I smile softly at her, in complete awe of just.. her.
I lean forward and kiss her nose. 
I love to kiss her nose. 
She always scrunches it up after. 
She drags a raspberry across my lips and I open, the tart fruit lingering on my tongue just like the taste of her essence. 
It’s similar in a way--they’re both so sweet and delicious. 
God, I love her. 
She giggles softly, and I can’t help but smile wider. 
However, I continue on with my question. 
“What’re some of your smaller favorite things?” 
She hums as she thinks, her doe eyes looking up at the ceiling. 
Collapsing on my chest, she kisses the skin softly before answering. My fingers trace the silk skin of the tops of her arms.
“Nose kisses,” I feel a blush rest on my cheeks. She continues. “Eating fruit in bed, finally understanding a math problem..” I laugh softly, kissing the top of her head as she keeps listing things. “Getting into those really deep talks about life; the ones that make you question everything and make your brain all mushy,” 
“Ah, what an existentialist you are.” I add, earning a laugh from her. 
She lifts her head up to face me, her eyebrows raised to get a better look at my face. “I can’t help it..It’s so interesting to me.” 
I laugh softly and kiss her forehead. She smiles before popping a blackberry in her mouth. 
“Finding that perfect book that gets you back into the groove of reading if you have been feeling unmotivated... Finding a song you love so much that you play it repeatedly and then get sick of it,” she laughs softly. “Oh! And the underwear that has the little ribbons and flowers sewn onto the waistband of the fabric!” 
“You have those on right now,” I point out, dragging my finger over the tiny red rose. 
She wiggles her hips. “I can’t help it, they make me feel all pretty an’ they are so delicate-looking.” 
“You are pretty,” I say as she straddles my thigh again before kissing my lips gently--then slumping back onto the bed behind her. 
“Yeah, well, they make me feel all pretty.” she whispers, flipping onto her front as she toys with the small necklace I gave her.
I smile, sitting up and kissing up her back, my hands on either side of her body. 
Laughter bubbles from her chest as I kiss the soft skin of her shoulderblades. 
I smile against her skin at the sound.
Hoisting myself up on my forearms by her head, she turns around, pulling me down for a slow and sensual kiss.
“You’re absolutely beautiful, Bunny,” I whisper against her lips, and her hips rut up against mine as she tries to be closer to me. “And, insatiable.” I add, chuckling at her small whimpers.
As I kiss down her tummy and the plush skin of her inner thighs, I make note to buy her more of the ribbon-underwear. Because not only does she like to wear them..I love seeing her in them.
I wrap my lips around the puffy and swollen bud, humming in pleasure against her and making a mental check to make sure I get as much delicate underwear as she wants when she gets home from her college classes tomorrow.
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“Hey, Emily?” 
It’s the next day, and as much as I want to purchase one of Y/n’s favorite things, I am not so sure as to where I can buy them.
So, why not ask the girls on the team. 
They should help.. right?
“Hey, Spence! What’s up?” 
I decided to go to Emily because I know that she won’t make me feel weird about asking. 
“I-uhm, I have a question for you,” I begin, swallowing thickly. 
Emily finished pouring her coffee and turns to me, sipping it slowly. 
“What’s up?”
I take a breath. 
“Well, you see--Y/n and I were talking about some of our uhm, small-favorite things and well..She mentioned that she liked the type of underwear that has the little ribbon on the waistband? I wanted to buy them for her today as a surprise and just, well--I was wondering where I could get it.” 
Emily chuckled lightly, “Does it look like I would wear those types of panties?” 
I blushed, feeling slightly embarrassed. 
“I-I’m sorry, I just--” 
“Reid,” she cut me off, placing a hand on my shoulder. “I’m joking. You can get them at Lillian’s Palace. They have a ton of those types of pieces.” 
I pressed my lips into a thin line and nodded, thanking Emily. 
Before walking away, Emily called after me. “Does Doctor Reid have an innocence kink, or what?” she teased, and I rolled my eyes jokingly at her. 
“Haha.” I laughed.
She was right though. 
I do. 
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I had picked out sixteen pairs of those types of panties and two more sets of bras.
The total came out to $327, so I paid and drove home. 
Y/n was lying on her belly on the couch, her legs kicked up, ankles dancing along with the music that she played in her earbuds as she worked intently on a homework sheet. 
I smiled, kicking my shoes off and turning on the nearest lamp to catch her attention. 
“Ah!” she yelped, ripping her earbud out of her right ear. She sat up, relief washing over her features when she realized it was me. I chuckled, walking over and kissing her lips softly. 
“Spence, you scared me!” 
“I’m sorry, love,” I apologized, engulfing her into a tight hug. 
We stayed like that for a minute before she noticed the plastic bag with her present in it. 
“What’s that?” she asked, and I handed it to her. 
“I got it for you..I-I asked Emily where to get them and--”
“Oh, Spence!” she squealed, her bright eyes wide. “You didn’t have to get me all of this!” 
She jumped up, pulling me in for a million tiny kisses and then a big one. 
I laughed at her excitement, my hands drawing circles on the small of her back.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!” 
“Of course,” I responded, smiling brightly at her pure enthusiasm. “You think you can try them on and model them for me?” 
I quirked an eyebrow and she giggled, rolling her eyes playfully. 
“You, Spencer Reid, are a very dirty man! Feral, is what they call you!” she shouted, blowing me a kiss as she walked into the other room to change into my new purchases. “But you’re my absolute favorite!” 
I laughed, my body felt warm as I began waiting for her to give me her own personal fashion show.
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I literally JUST sat down - Take Me Back, I guess (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/ORfHOZ5LL9 A year after leaving the BAU, Y/N gets pulled back in to the world of UnSubs and mystery when a dead body turns up in her bookstore, along with a cryptic message left on her bed. But, it's been a year, can she really get back into the groove? And, more importantly, does she really have what it takes to leave again?
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alltooreid · 3 years
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Invisible String
Although Spencer Reid and the Reader don’t find themselves in a romance with each other until well into their adulthood, their relationship has been decades in the making. Almost as if something as been pulling them together all these years. 
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A/N: sorry for such a long wait but i’ve been struggling a lot mentally as of late. i hope you guys enjoy this one shot!! As always requests are open and heavily encouraged!! And of course this is inspired by the taylor swift song of the same name :)) Also keep in mind although the following scenes are heavily inspired by some scenes in Criminal Minds, elements of them have been slightly altered to fit in Y/N as a character.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Type: a cute strangers to lovers fluff fic!
Word Count: 3.9K
Content Warnings: typical criminal minds case discussion, mentions of child trafficking when discussing this case, but no real detail. slight spoilers for season eight (beginning maeve stuff) and tiny spoilers for season fifteen (briefly mentions max but nothing really important to the plot at all)
“Time, curious time Gave me no compasses, gave me no signs Were there clues I didn't see?”
You had met Spencer Reid 3 times before you had really met him.  
It was almost silly to think about it now. Now that you and Spencer have been dating for 3 years, it was strange to believe there were so many chances for you two to meet years earlier.
When you were sixteen years old, you got your first part time job. You worked at a self-serve frozen yogurt shop called Iced Dreams. You hated it so much. Your manager was a total creep, your older coworkers were rude and condescending to you, since you were one of the youngest people working there, but most of all you hated the uniforms.
Consisting of a very stupid looking hat, bright pink with randomly embrodiered teal patterns, an outdated bright teal shirt, it had been given to you from a dirty bin in the back, and judging by the sewn in shoulder pads, it had to be at least a couple decades old.
So one day, you didn’t wear the hat.
It wasn’t entirely purposeful. You couldn’t find it, you searched your room, you searched your car, so eventually you had to leave without it to prevent being late. Still, as you clocked it and passed the box of extras in the office something made you decide to leave it alone.
You were about 8 minutes into your shift when your manager approached you. “Y/N? Where’s your hat sweetheart?” You hated this man so much. You had gone to your parents time and time again, recounting his creepy behavior towards you and the other teenage girls who you worked with, but they refused to let you quit.
When you had started working there, he used to enforce this ridiculous rule that all the female workers had to wear skirts as part of their uniform, but you had gathered all the sixteen and seventeen year olds who worked there and all threatened to quit if he didn’t change the policy. So you were no stranger to breaking and defying the rules.  
“Yeah I couldn’t find it, sorry.” you shrugged.
He chuckled and reached his hat out to touch your face. You jerked back, you almost wanted to refuse to wear one of the stupid extra hats just so that you could get fired.
“Well, Y/N its policy sweetie. No matter how special you are to me you still need to wear the hat. There’s extras in the office.”
“No way I’m wearing one of those. I bet they have like lice or something.”
He pursed his lips and sighed “Well I suppose that beautiful hair is just too pretty to wear a used hat huh. . . What do you suggest? If you’re working you have to wear it.”
You laughed, “Well you could let me go home.”
He paused, “Why don’t you go sit in the office, I’ll come talk to you in a minute.”
So you did, for about 10 minutes you sat in the office, surrounded by frozen yogurt flavor marking posters and boxes of old uniforms, and each passing minute you feared for the worst. Maybe you were actually getting fired? You really didn’t want to go that far, because, as much as you hated it, you really needed this job.
When your manager finally came to talk to you he held a small salted caramel frozen yogurt, your personal favorite flavor, and a twenty dollar bill. He handed them both to you.
“You seem so stressed Y/N, why don’t you take the day and go get lunch. My treat,” he said, smiling that weird twisted smile that always made your full body shiver.
However you were broke as hell, and no teenager in their right mind would ever pass up free food, so you took it, grabbed your keys and started to leave
Yet as soon as you walked out the back door you dropped your frozen yogurt, cup fully upside down, onto the pavement. You cursed, you hadn’t even taken a bite of it yet, and it looked like he had put coconut flakes on it, and you loved coconut. Still, you had your twenty bucks, and that was a pretty sweet pay out considering you were only clocked in for about 20 minutes.
So you got Chinese food, and spent what was supposed to be your shift in the shopping mall across town, completely and blissfully unaware of the fact the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI was dragging your manager away in handcuffs.
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Young Spencer Reid had only joined the FBI about a month ago. Despite being a genius, and providing crucial information to the solving of cases, he was aware of the most obvious. He was only twenty two years old, and he was scrawny as hell.
He felt this intense need to prove himself, especially to make Gideon proud.
So when they got a case about a the kidnapping and sex trafficking of teenage girls, he saw it as something he could really involve himself in. Based on the profile, it wasn’t going to be a large, strong, confident unsub who Morgan needed to tackle. This man would be ugly sure, but he would be a manipulative mastermind. Reid could work with that, he could prove himself.
He surprised everyone with his sheer work ethic and determination to find this man, and through consistently revising and delivering the profile soon enough they got a hit. A young woman in her early twenties called the tipline and reported her own manager. Insisting he fit the profile perfectly, and described how strangely he treated the minors who worked there, and how he almost exclusively hired young girls, treated them great and then switched as soon as they became legal.
So Garcia did her magically digging, and soon enough the FBI was tearing up a frozen yogurt shop, looking for any evidence of pedophilia. Garcia was even brought along, as she was pivotal to discovering any secret files in his computer.
At first, all they could find were strange compilation videos and under employees skirts. Spencer, and the rest of the team, were struggling to connect how he could get so many videos from an angle like this without anyone noticing or reporting him, until Gideon uncovered an old dusty pair of shoes, in which the right one held a small camera at the toe.
Although this was absolutely disgusting, it wasn’t enough to prove he was running the ring or kidnapping the girls, so Garcia kept digging. Meanwhile, Spencer tried to make himself useful by checking out the back of the store.
That’s where he found your clock-out receipt.
“Hey guys, we might want to take a look at this,” he shouted out.
Morgan grabbed the paper from his hand, “Ok, I don’t get it kid, it’s trash.”
Spencer pointed to the details on the slip, “Yeah but it says here she clocked out 18 minutes ago after only working for 23 minutes and 46 seconds. If this guy is our unsub, this girl could be in a lot of trouble.”
“Maybe she’s still here, has anyone checked out the parking lot yet?”
Spencer shook his head, and followed Morgan out the back door. There they discovered some almost completely melted salted caramel frozen yogurt.
Morgan bent down to investigate, “Yeah, we gotta get this to the lab, but I can tell you right now that there’s clearly more than just coconut topping this yogurt. It also means we have another victim.”
Spencer crouched down as well, “Not necessarily.”
“What do you mean kid? We’re missing a teenage girl and we’ve already found illegal evidence on this guy's computer. She’s in trouble.”
“Well judging the shape and inscription of these pills it appears to be some pretty strong rohypnol, almost certainly prescription grade. And ingesting it like this means she probably would have begun to feel its effects fairly early, I would predict 15 minutes. She clocked out 18 minutes ago, so even if she left exactly at that time she would have certainly crashed her car on the way home. The nearest residence is 8 minutes away from here, we’re in a complete shopping district. There’s only two cars out here and neither have a passed out driver, so I would bet she didn’t eat any of it. Also, the only spoon out here is still wrapped in plastic, “ Spencer analyzed.
Morgan sighed, “Well what do we even do then?”
Before Spencer could answer Hotch opened the back door. “We got him.”
Spencer turned to Morgan, “I’m sure her phone number is somewhere inside, I say we call her and make sure she’s ok. She probably doesn’t even know this is happening right now.”
So he did find your phone number, and although he initially pushed the phone to Morgan, he just chuckled and pushed it back.
“No way pretty boy. You’re the know-it-all with all that profiling out there, you can call her,” and before he could protest Morgan left, so Spencer was left to call you.
And strangely, for it being the first time he would ever interact with the love of his life, he thought nothing of it.
And that was the first time you had met Spencer Reid.
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The second time was years and years later, when you were waitressing night shifts to make extra money. You had never forgotten meeting Spencer Reid the first time, but this was the first time you would ever see his face.
You were slightly concerned when you got a call from a man, whose name you had now long forgotten, claiming he worked for the FBI. Although you weren’t incredibly surprised to hear your manager committed such heinous crimes against children, you were taken aback by how close you had come to becoming one of his victims.
But that was 9 years ago. In your college days it became a fun story you told at frat parties, but you were 25 now. Sometimes you would think about the incident when you couldn’t sleep, and if you were feeling feisty you would use it as an icebreaker or a “two truths, one lie” statement, but otherwise you didn’t really think about it.
You had plenty of other things to worry about, in fact, that’s exactly why you worked so much. It was so much easier to forget when you were constantly preoccupied with complaining customers and terribly awkward blind dates.
You had just sat this man, incredibly handsome, however it was clear he was on some kind of date. His reservation was for two, and he spent way too much time adjusting his clothes and table setting for him to not be trying to impress someone special. He also brought a gift, which judging by the packaging and shape, seemed to be some kind of wrapped book.
Even though he was 15 minutes early for his own reservation, he still looked really nervous, almost like he already believed she might not show up. You couldn’t help yourself, you had to go talk to him.
“Anyone ever tell you you should model?” you started with.
He looked up “Excuse me?”
“Sorry for being so bold, you just look so familiar,” he weirdly sounded very familiar as well, but you didn’t tell him that. “Are you sure you haven’t modeled? You have excellent bone structure. I bet you could.”
He laughed to himself, “yeah I’m sure.”
“Well your date is very lucky either way. I wish I had a boyfriend as handsome as you. Actually I wish I had a boyfriend period, but that’s a whole other story.”
He chuckled, and although you knew in your heart that you shouldn’t be flirting with him considering he was 15 minutes away from being actively on a date talking to him made you feel something you hadn’t felt in a long time. “What happened with your boyfriend? Do I even dare ask?”
“Well I kind of always knew he wasn’t super interested in me, but I really liked him, so I did my best to ignore his wandering eyes,” you sighed. “That didn’t stop him from leaving me for his coworker though.”
“That’s terrible.”
You smirked, “That’s not even the worst part, he broke up with me over a 27 second phone call. He didn’t even let me respond, he just kind of hung up.”
“I’m sorry, no one deserves that. Especially not you. I’ve only been talking to you for a couple minutes and I can tell that.”
“Oh really? What makes you so sure?”
“I’m pretty good at reading people.”
You smiled, “Well I should probably stop flirting with you now, considering your date hasn’t even started yet. And don’t worry, she’ll show, you’re so handsome she’d be stupid not to.”
He looked confused. “You were flirting with me?”
You laughed, “I thought you were good at reading people?”
He smiled back at you, and it made your heart soar, this silly, pure goofy smile that made you want to replace his date and have dinner with him right then and there.
You walked back to your hostess stand. A couple minutes later you noticed the handsome stranger on the phone. You thought nothing of it until later when a woman came in, clearly nervous, holding a gift bag.
“Can you give this to Spencer Reid for me please?” You recognized the name, the man you were just speaking with had filed his reservation under it.
“Um, yeah sure, aren’t you going to go in? He’s at that table over the-” but before you could finish your sentence the woman was gone. Your heart sank, poor Spencer, how could someone drop their date off a gift but stand them up anyway? That’s just cold.
When you get up to bring the gift to him, he’s already heading out of the restaurant himself.
“Sir? Spencer? Dr. Reid?” he turned his head. “A lady came in and dropped this off for you.”
His face dropped, it almost looked like he was about to cry. “Thank you,” he said as he looked up at you before leaving.
He ran out the door, both gifts in hand and whipped his head around a few times before sighing and speeding off in one direction. Even before you learned what happened after that and leading up to it, you felt terrible for the handsome stranger.
How could you not for someone so clearly distressed? Someone so clearly in love?
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7 years and a divorce later you were spending your Saturday in a park, strangely contemplating love itself. Although you barely remember that night all those years ago when you spoke to Spencer, he did. Vividly. In fact, on this Saturday you both were in a public park, contemplating your many failed attempts at true love.
It was your first wedding anniversary without your husband. Although you had only been married for two years, you still were having a hard time navigating life without him. 
You started to wonder if you would ever find the true love you had been wishing for since your youth. Was 32 too late? Had you lived out all of your opportunities?
When you were little your mother had told you that all soulmates were attached at the left ring fingers, by small, incredibly thin strands of gold string, invisible to the naked eye. She insisted that these strings were constantly trying to pull you and your soulmate together, and that when life was ready for you two to meet, you would. 
Until then, you would have small, mindless interactions. Things you wouldn’t think about, maybe even things that weren’t interactions at all. You would get the same commercial jingle stuck in your head. You would both get an intense craving for the same food. You’d have the same dream. 
As a kid you were obsessed with this idea, you thought it was so romantic, and you fully believed everything your mom told you about it. You always asked her for more stories, and at bedtime you refused to sleep unless she would tell you more.
But now you were sure soulmates, true love even, didn’t exist. The invisible pretty gold strings your mother weaved fantastic stories with were completely fabricated. If they weren’t, you would have seen the clues by now.
Right?
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Spencer Reid was given an assignment from his therapist. He had to spend his Saturday off trying to interact with a stranger. Making friends with someone other than his colleagues may seem like a simple task for some, but it was something the young genius had almost no experience with.
He understood that it was probably for the best. He wasn’t exactly great with relationships of any kind, but especially not romantic ones. It didn’t take a genius to know that a couple of flirtations, a dead girlfriend he had only seen once, and a long time unrequited (or at least he thought unrequited) infatuation with his best friend and godsons’ mother was not a very great track record.
He, just like you, was also beginning to believe that he was hopeless when it came to love. That 38 was too old, that his time to meet someone and have the children he dreamed of had long passed.
But right as he was about to call JJ, to see if she would invite him in on the case Garcia had started to work on, he saw you.
Unlike you, he remembered your face and your interaction vividly. That almost date with Maeve was one of the biggest defining moments of his life, and what are the chances that the waitress from that very night was now less than 30 feet away from him, reading under the green leaves of a tree.
He wasn’t going to say anything, until he saw the book you were reading.
The Narrative of John Smith.
It must have been a sign, for what he wasn’t exactly sure yet, but it just had to mean something. The universe had to be reaching out to him, he had experienced crazier things.
And just as he was about to walk over to you, to close the gap between the gold strings tied around your ring fingers, a child interrupted his train of thought.
“That’s a strange haircut.”
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Derek Morgan and Spencer Reid were finally reuniting after many years. They barely got to see each other these days, but even though he was teaching and working at the BAU, Spencer still was willing to clear his schedule to second Derek suggested they meet up.
Morgan was excited as well, both to see his friend and to hopefully help him get a date. Sure, he had liked what he had heard about Max, but he wasn’t exactly surprised it had only lasted a couple months between her and Spencer. They just seemed too different.
Plus, now he got the chance to play wingman again, and he was ecstatic about that. Spencer not so much.
“I don’t know Morgan, it’s only been a couple months since we broke up. Wouldn’t it be too early to start talking to other people?”
“Pretty boy, you and I both know that the rate in which you’ve had relationships is not even close to the average. You need to balance that out somehow.”
Spencer sighed, he knew Derek was right, but he still felt strange.
“Morgan, have you ever heard of the red string of fate?”
“No, but I’m sure I’m about to hear all about it.”
“It’s an East Asian philosophy, based on the discovery that the ulnar artery connects the heart with the pinky finger, actually that’s where the belief in pinky promises come from. The reason it’s integrated in so many different cultures is that-”
“Kid, you’re losing me here,” Morgan interrupted. “Finish your thing about the string.”
“Oh yeah, sorry. It’s the idea that human relations are predestined by a red string that the gods tie to the pinky fingers of those who find each other in life. Legend has it that the two people connected by this thread will have an important story, regardless of the time, place or circumstances. The red string might get tangled, contracted or stretched, as surely often happens, but it can never break. Essentially, the idea is that although we might not realize it, our lives move in a pre-ordained direction, guided by invisible strings that are woven into the fabric of the Universe itself. And all the while, the red thread connecting us to our distant soulmates is getting shorter.”
“Well it’s an interesting theory kid, but it’s a lot to think about. I mean, we’re in a bar, let loose a little bit. Not every interaction has to be about getting closer to your soulmate. And sure, maybe you’ll meet them one day, maybe even soon. But you’re here now, and just because your one true love may not be, doesn’t mean it’s not worth it to be here.”
Spencer sighed, “You’re right. I don’t even know if I believe in that anyway, maybe I’m just looking for something to explain this all.
Derek patted his friend on the shoulder, “okay pretty ricky, this is how it’s about to go down. I’m going to buy you two drinks. You’re going to take both of them, and go find someone, anyone here to go talk to.”
“Ok, I think I can do that. Who?”
Derek looked around, trying to find who he believed would be the best match for his friend. “How about her?” he asked, pointing at you.
Spencer couldn’t believe it when he looked. There you were, the girl, the one he had met three times before, even if he could only remember two. The woman he knew was some sort of universe sent sign that Saturday he saw you underneath the greenery. The girl he was so close to talking to before he was interrupted by Max’s nephew. The woman who (and he obviously did not know this at the time) he would marry 3 years later. The one who would carefully knit the baby blankets for all of their friends and exes. The one who he would adopt 3 children with. The woman who, he was now sure, was at the other end of his invisible string. The girl he needed to talk to right now.
“Is it just me,” Morgan said, “Or does she look kind of familiar?”
“Yes,” Spencer responded, “yes she does.” He got up quickly and started making strides towards you.
“Wait!” Morgan called, “You forgot your drinks!”
“I don’t need them!” he shouted back. When he sat down next to you, you smiled. It made his heart soar, you had this silly, pure goofy smile that made him want to ask you out right then and there.
Instead he settled on the only conversation starter he could think of.
“Have you ever heard of the invisible string story?”
And you couldn’t help but laugh.
“A string that pulled me Out of all the wrong arms right into that dive bar Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire Chains around my demons, wool to brave the seasons One single thread of gold tied me to you”
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