#spencer x reider

[futuremrsreid]

Watching (S.R)

Summary: Spencer sleeps over at y/n's place and hears something he isn't supposed to.

Content Warnings: 18+, SMUT, downright filthy smut, voyeurism, dubious consent, humiliation, basically reader is wanking and spencer watches without her knowing

Authors Note: I am obsessed with writing morally wrong fics, but I guess this isn't for everyone so please read the CW before you read!!!

“Perverted”, “Scandalous”, “Creepy”- Those were the words that I would have used to describe myself at this moment.

The night had started innocently enough. Y/n and I were having one of our monthly movie nights. We ordered pizza, watched a new release that we had been waiting for for months, and had some wine. Though, as it usually does with y/n, some wine turned into 2 bottles of the dark liquid. I wouldn’t have called myself drunk, but she insisted that I should not drive in that state. It wasn’t the first time I had slept over at her apartment, but this time, I wished that I had just gotten into my fucking car.

While I got ready for bed in the bathroom, y/n was preparing the couch for me since I always refused to take the bed. She still put up a fight every time, as if she didn’t do the same when she slept over at my place, and then pettishly prepared the couch. It was cute, just like every single thing about her was.

I sighed as I spit the toothpaste in the sink, thinking about how much it sucks to be in love with your best friend. Friends to Lovers…yeah, I wish. They make it look so easy on screen, but in reality, it just sucks. I contemplated telling her countless times, but the risk of losing her is too much. Even if she felt the same, relationships can end, people can fall out of love, and then you are left with nothing. I’d rather stick to yearning for the rest of my life.

When I left the bathroom, she was already waiting for me and we exchanged goodnights as we passed each other. Sleeping on the couch really didn’t sound so bad when the alternative was potentially losing her.

That didn’t mean that I didn’t lie awake thinking about what it would be like to sleep in the same bed as her and wake up next to her though. Most times I barely got any sleep, like tonight.

I tried falling asleep for 30 minutes before I gave up and turned the TV back on. I was barely able to hear the show that was running, but I hoped that concentrating on it would make me tired. It would have worked, but just as I was about to drift off to sleep, there was the faintest sound coming from y/n’s bedroom. It was so quiet that I wondered if I had just imagined it, but as I looked at the door, I saw that she didn’t close it properly, presumably by accident.

I closed my eyes again because people make noises in their sleep all the time, especially her, but a few seconds later, there was another noise. It sounded like a whimper, and this time I was sure that I had actually heard it. I contemplated what to do. Y/n had nightmares all the time, as should be expected in our line of work, but sometimes it was worse waking her up than just letting her sleep through it. Though thinking about the time when she scratched herself so hard that she woke up with blood under her fingernails, I got up anyway.

That was the first mistake I made that night.

I swear my thoughts were innocent when I went to push open the door, I just wanted to prevent her from hurting herself, so I was absolutely not prepared for the sight in front of me when the door fell open enough for me to look inside.

Y/n was lying on top of the bed, one hand in her panties and the other clutching the sheets. I froze. I know I should have just quietly closed the door and gone back to bed, but I didn’t.

That was the second mistake I made that night.

I kept my eyes on her, carefully memorizing everything I saw before me, storing it away in my endless memory. The way she arched her back while drawing slow circles over her clit, the way her shirt rose up because of that, and how the exposed skin of her legs and stomach looked in the faint moonlight that was streaming through her window.

The thing that got to me most though, was the look on her face. Her mouth was slightly agape, brows furrowed and her eyes clenched shut. It was absolutely mesmerizing, she was absolutely mesmerizing, and every detail of it was burned into my brain.

I knew how wrong it was, watching her like this in such a vulnerable moment, but I couldn’t look away. I was convinced the gods themselves were punishing me by putting such a sight in front of me and expecting me to walk away from it. It was utterly fucked up.

Another whimper left her, louder this time and she bit her lip, trying to keep herself quiet. God, she was trying not to wake me up but here I was, standing at her door and watching her.

Her underwear was pink, and even though it was almost dark in her room, I could still see the wet spot on it. I felt like I didn’t have any control over my body as my hand made its way to the bulge that was growing in my pajama pants, the pants she got me for my birthday. I remembered the look on her face as I unwrapped the fish print fabric, eyes full of excitement and the innocence that was always on her face. Well, most of the time anyway, because right now, there was no innocence in sight.

I was a sick man.

Her hand picked up the pace and I could hear the wet sounds it made. She sighed and threw her head back the same moment that my own hand found its way into my pants, thumb brushing over the precum-covered tip of my cock. I swallowed the groan that threatened to leave my throat when her other hand wandered to her breast, squeezing it, while I was stroking myself as fast as I could without making any sound.

It was then that I noticed the thing that would forever exile me from heaven and condemn me to a life in hell because while she lay there pleasuring herself, she was wearing my shirt, the shirt I had worn yesterday night in the cheap hotel room we were sharing. I had searched the whole room for it this morning, she helped me look.

I had to bite my lip to prevent a moan from escaping. Not only did she steal my shirt, but she also lied to me and was now wearing it while she fucked herself. The thought of my sweet and innocent best friend doing such a filthy thing almost pushed me over the edge, but like the sick masochistic pervert that I was, I gripped the base of my cock to keep me from cumming so soon. I wanted to watch her fall apart first, knowing if my orgasm finished washing over me first I would feel so guilty and sick I’d probably run to the bathroom to throw up and miss the best part.

The faster her hand moved and the closer she got, the more her sounds increased in volume. It’s fascinating how being aroused shifts your perception of the world around you because I would bet that she didn’t realize how loud she was getting. It didn’t matter anyways because the person she tried to keep quiet for was standing in the dark watching her.

When a whine escaped her, and her thighs started trembling, I knew she was close, so I started to increase my pace. I wanted to come with her, watch her fall apart and use it to reach my own climax.

My hand moved frantically around my cock and when her face scrunched up in pleasure and her thighs closed around her hand, I imagined how they would feel clenching around me. It was that thought that finally pushed me over the edge and made me spill my cum into my underwear. I bit down on my tongue hard and continued stroking myself while coming down, the same way she did.

When her hand stilled and she huffed out a breath, I knew I had to move fast. As quietly as I could I closed the door the same way it was before I had entered earlier and rushed to the bathroom. I cleaned myself up as best as I could and decided that I preferred to sleep in cum covered underwear instead of no underwear at all.

I caught my breath and tried not to think about what I had just done, but when I opened the door to go back to bed, y/n stood in front of me.

“Hi”, she almost squeaked when she saw me. Looking at her face, warm and splotchy from her orgasm, I felt myself getting hard again. I cleared my throat.

“Hi yourself”, I replied, acting like the last 10 minutes didn’t actually happen.

“You’re still awake”, she said and I saw realization wash over her face. To go to the bathroom, you had to walk by her room, and she must have noticed that her door wasn’t closed when she got up. She stood in front of me frozen and I hate to admit how much the sight turned me on. She thought I heard her. God if she knew.

I tried to be a good person, to be a gentleman, and let it go. Let her go to the bathroom to clean herself up and never talk about it again, but I just couldn’t.

“Yeah, I, uh, I couldn’t sleep”, I started and tilted my head to fake a concerned look,” By the way, are you okay? I heard some noise coming from your room. Did you have a nightmare again?” I was a sick perverted man, but the horror that washed over her face at my words almost made me take her right there against the wall.

“Uh yes. Yes, I did, but I’m fine! I’m awake, the nightmare is over. I really need to pee though so… goodnight Spence. Sleep well.” And with that, she started to move around me. I could have just let her go but it was too easy, the opportunity too great not to take it.

“Hey, is that my shirt? I was looking for it all morning.” She almost tripped when the words left my mouth.

“Oh, this was the shirt you lost? I thought it was mine, my bad. You’ll uh, get it back washed and folded just the way you like it. Goodnight!”, y/n rushed out and quickly closed the bathroom door and locked herself inside it.

It was quiet for a moment and then I could hear the faintest “fuck” from behind the door.

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid reader #reider #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fluff

[yellowroseswrites]

Hi, I was wondering if you could write a fic about Spencer Reid x sh/ed reader. The reader is very insecure because she feels like she used to be smart but isn't anymore and maybe after failing a case she starts harming herself again.

I was also wondering if you could include

that she wears a watch all the time

that she tends to cut small cuts on her fingers because she can blame them on other things and often digs her nails into them when anxious

has a good relationship with family so she feels her actions are unjustified

Spencer and reader are friends but shes always thought of him as more

I totally understand if this isn't possible and thank you.

"I want to help you carry it."

Spencer Reid x Sh!BAU!Reader

Author's notes- [ “has a good relationship with her family so she feels her actions are unjustified’ called me out personally and i need emotional compensation /j. Sorry these pieces have taken so long, a lot of my requests have been sh related and i wasn’t in the right headspace until recently, i hope you understand and i hope you enjoy this piece <3 also this is taken quite far from the prompt, so i’m sorry about that. I’ll definitely try to write more with reid and sh reader, so i’ll try to follow the request a bit more closely next time]

TW- {Self harm mentions, not super graphic, but it is a bit detailed, mentions of kidnapping and su!c!de (briefly), Eating habits mentioned, but not detailed at all, disassociation scenes, 2 of them i think, use of y/n}

1.2k words, enjoy

You looked down at your watch, watching the second hand tick all the way around the circle, desperately trying not to look up. If you looked up, all you would see is the dissapointed face of your best friend, Spencer.

You were sat on a stool near his kitchen counter. Usually if you were sitting here, there would be laughter and smiles, maybe pizza or some freshly baked cupcakes, but this was different. You only ever saw Reid like this once, when he sat you down to talk to you about your eating habits. You swore you would never do anything that would make him that upset again. You never wanted him to worry about you. He had enough on his plate, you would only be a burden. And yet, here you are.

You thought you were hiding it well, to be honest you really were. You never let anything slip, not a wince, not a complain, nothing. No one knew a thing, until today.

You were finishing a case, a rough one if you’re being honest. There was a young girl, one with scars everywhere, self inflicted. Everyone thought she had killed herself, except you and Reid. You both fought hard to find the girl. The team did end up finding her, she was trapped in some freaks attic. The case was closed, she was found, it was fine. You told yourself it was fine, you did your best to convince yourself that it didn’t bother you. It wasn’t until you were filling out your case reports that you finally let yourself dwell on it. You could hear Derek’s voice so clearly in your head, “Is it possible that she took her own life? It’s clear she has suicidal tendencies.” Even after JJ and Hotch explained the complexities of non-suicidal self injury, his words still rang in your head. You dont even know why it bothered you. I wasn’t judgmental, it wasn’t disrespectful, it wasn’t even a bad theory, but it rattled you. It’s like you could perfectly imagine them talking about you like that, like you were nothing but your habits. You knew that wasn’t how Morgan meant it, he was doing his job, you would do the same for any other case, but this one just stung.

As you thought about it, you faded into your mind. It’s like you weren’t even there at your desk, you were inside your head. Your nails found there way to your other hands knuckles. You were good at hiding the marks, and it was easy to lie about them. They were your hands, anyone would believe that you just knicked them, or got them stuck in your car door, or that your neighbors cat was a playful fella, or the countless other excuses you had saved in your resevoir. You never hurt youself in public, or when people could catch you, except today apperently. Your finger was red and bleeding by the time you snapped out of your haze. Or rather, was rudely dragged out of our haze by Spencer. You blinked a few times as you focused on him and what he was saying.

“Y/n stop that.” His hands were on yours. You were frozen for a second, your mind almost buffering, before the reality of that moment actually dawned on you. Without speaking a word you pulled your hands back and stoop up from your desk.

You grabbed your bag, sliding your unfinished report into your desk drawer, before beginning to walk off, “Good work Spence, I’ll see you tommorow.” You made your way to the elevator, ttrying to avoid the obvious footsteps following you. He put his hand on your shoulder as you made your way out of the building, gently guiding you to his car. You didn’t fight it, you knew you couldn’t, and you would really rather not make a scene in your work parking lot. You listened to the hum of his car air conditioner as he drove the all familiar route to his appartment. 

That’s how you ended up here. A few warm tears falling down your cheeks while Spencer silently stares at your shrunken figure. He was trying to find the words that he wanted to say, which was never a good thing. He was the Spencer Reid, he always knew what to say. 

He finally cleared his throat, after what felt like ages, “Non-suicidal self injury is a habitual addiction, but it’s possible to recover from it. You just have to tell someone about it, that’s step one. That’s always been step one. We’ve talked about this.”

“I know Spence. I’m sorry.” Your voice was small. You felt small compared to your all knowing best friend. You knew everything there was to know about self harm, sometimes it was the only thing you wanted to read about or learn about, sometimes you felt like it was the only thing you knew about,  but you knew this was how Reid helped, so you tried to stay calm as you let him tell you everything that you already had memorized. 

“We’re friends y/n, you can talk to me.”

You huffed at that, mumbling a small, “Yea friends.”

“You’re deflecting.” He sounded softer, you hurt him. You were deflecting, and now you feel worse than you did before. You hated this, you wanted to go home and relive this day. Your nails started to sink into the skin on your thigh.

“Why do you keep doing that?” Great, Spencer saw. Spencer knows. Spencers going to think your insane, he’s going to talk about you like your a victim. He’s going to talk to you like a baby and look at you like your bleeding out in front of him. He’s never going to think about you the way you think of him, your just some charity case for him. He doesn’t -

His hand grabs yours, taking it away from your leg. Before your brain can catch up with you, your arms are wrapped around him, pressing your face into his torso. Your tears are falling more freely now. You feel his hands run through your hair and rub against your back. You never feel more safe than you do when your in his arms, your thoughts can’t catch you here. 

You aren’t sure how long you stay like that before you gently pull away from him. You sit patiently as he examines your hands. You can see the hurt in his eyes, you do your best to ignore it. 

“I love you, y/n. I don’t want you to do this to youself. You can get help for this. You can talk to me about it if you need to.” He was soft, but not condescending. You could feel yourself melt, as though you needed another reason to love him.

“I can’t do that, I’ll just be a burden. This isn’t your baggage to carry.” You started to pull away again.

“It’s still your baggage, I just want to help you carry it. Let me help you, please.” His voice pulled you right back in.

You wiped the remaining tears from your face, “Okay Spence.” He sighed in relief, taking your hands and leading you to the couch. You both sat, you resting your head against his chest. You didn’t have to talk about it now. You knew you would eventually, but that's another thing about Spencer, you felt comfortable. You didn’t feel anxious about the impending conversations to be had, you weren’t stressing about him watching you or knowing your secrets, you simply felt safe. That was enough for now.

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[reiderwriter]

I've had a lot of asks recently that are just "do this" "write this" "I need this"

I'm sorry, I know that tone is hard to translate over written text, but I need you to treat me more like a human being with feelings and not a writing machine that just gives you fics every few days. You can't just feed me prompts with no "hello."

I'm not asking for massive praise or even anything more than a hello and thank you. Just some recognition that I'm a human being, thanks! ♥️

#Reider thoughts #reiderreplies #This isn't to everyone who sends lovely long asks #I love when you tell me as much detail as possible #And it's hard to know what to put in asks sometimes so I get it #But I am a real person #And it's getting a bit tiring opening up an ask and seeing “I need prompt” #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader

[caernys]

i only dream (when i'm lying down)

relationship: spencer reid x reader, romantic pairing (part one)

summary: you're an agent of the violent crimes division of the fbi and you’ve fallen in love with spencer reid.

notes: part two! also posted on my AO3 account, kitkat_katsuki

warnings: vague mention of dead body (the shooter) and mild use of firearms

part one -> part two

you don’t shake hands. it’s a thing you’ve had since childhood— an aversion to touch and skin to skin contact. it’s stupid, you know, but everytime you go to peel off your gloves another statistic goes clicking through your head (a study conducted by researches at the institute of biological, environmental and rural sciences at aberystwyth university showed that a handshake passed about 124 million colony forming units of e-coli) and you’re pulling back your palm to wipe nervously on the hem of your shirt.

it’s been interpreted a lot of ways. a sense of superiority, some propose. others spit about a god complex, or just a plain old lack of basic etiquette. it doesn’t help that immediately after you’re proudly introduced as a “genius” by your ssa, left to stand there awkwardly while stevens brags about your iq (192), how fast you can read (30,000 words per minute), or your photographic memory (eidetic, you’re always itching to correct).

but you’re used to it. before your mother passed, she used to pull you tight at night and work her hands into your neck, whispering about how you were perfect just the way you were. it wasn’t your fault people got threatened when confronted with someone they perceived to be above them. it didn’t stop the harsh, barbed words that would always be hurled at you, but it did soften the blow.

your mother had always said you were meant for greater things than your dinged up apartment in la and your run down elementary school. she’d urged you time and time again to go where your brilliant mind was taking you, but you always turned her down. just because you could memorize a dictionary in seven minutes didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy the fifth grade.

when she got stabbed for refusing to give over her purse in a mugging (and subsequently bled out over the dirty pavement, screaming and alone) you cried for the first time in years. you’d never been one to cry— your father had beat it into you long ago before your mother had managed to whisk you away half across the country. you gave yourself forty eight hours. then you dried your cheeks and took a placement test.

the administrator had been shocked, at first. you knew you had aced it. it hadn’t been that hard. when she had told you with slightly shaking hands that she recommended skipping you all the way to highschool (college was on the table too, she said, but you just shook your head. that was a bit too far of a jump). she enrolled you into your senior year of highschool, and you had rocked back on your heels with a satisfied grin. it was a tribute to your mother, you told yourself. one day you were going to stand at the top of the world and you were going to be able to tell her that you had let your brilliant mind take you all the places she had told you about. (of course, she hadn’t mentioned some things.)

you got thrown into a locker the first day of school. they were seventeen, going on eighteen— you were eleven. as smart as you were, it wasn’t hard to put together the conclusion that harassment like this was always going to be inevitable. unavoidable.

you’d swing by the drug store on the way back from school, buy a tiny tube of concealer to dab on in the denny’s bathroom before heading back to the “flavor of the month” foster home. you got bounced around a lot. couldn’t blame them.

you were three months into your senior year when you met austin. she was pretty. long, auburn hair and natural make up. high cheekbones and sharp, angular lines that made up her face. she told you she had lost her parents young, and she fostered to give other kids the childhood she never had. you didn’t trust her. you never trusted anyone.

she was, surprisingly, the first one who finally got a clue. it doesn’t match your skin tone, she’d told you, rubbing the concealer off your face with a wet rag. you didn’t flinch away from her touch and she smiled all soft at you. she was alright, you guess.

austin offered to step in. she might not be your actual parent, she had vowed, but she could make hell in the school system until those kids were reprimanded. you had laughed, assured her it was fine. it wasn’t, but this was one of those things you had to deal with yourself.

she’d been frustrated, but understood. after a couple more days of you coming back a little rough around the edges, though, she had snapped— and offered to teach you how to fight. you had accepted. seemed like a valuable skill to have, didn't it?

austin owned a gym a twenty minute drive from your house. the mats in there quickly became a safe space for you, a shelter of training and quiet and peace. you took to taekwondo immediately, transitioning from there into hapkido and jiu-jitsu, muay thai and just about anything else you could get your hands on. your frame began to fill in with wiry muscle and you began to catch the punches before they hit you.

after you beat harry summers into a bloody pulp by the water fountain after he tried to reach a hand up your skirt, people began to back off. you’d been suspended for five weeks but austin had squeezed your shoulder proudly on the way to the car. you’d let her. she would adopt you five months, three days, four hours and thirty two seconds later. (an eidetic memory did have its perks.)

the fbi recruited you when you were fifteen and at mit, hacking their servers on a drunk dare. you had done it after eight shots, and they had never been more delighted to their code so mercilessly destroyed.

they couldn’t take you on as an agent until you were of age, so you stayed a shadowed consultant for the three years, sorting through case files between lectures and research papers.

you signed away your life to them when you were eighteen and got a badge and a gun in exchange. it was an even trade, you mused. (the first time you would fire that gun you were quivering and bloody, beaten and scratched, but your hands were steady when you pulled the trigger. grayson davids, a serial murderer, died that day. when you got to hug a mother and tell her the man who had taken her daughter would never hurt anyone again, you found that you didn’t regret it.)

austin would always force you home on weekends. she’d moved to dc to be closer to you, and you would spar for old times sake in the living room, tackling each other over pillows and chasing around the kitchen counter. you found that you loved her, one rainy saturday when you were 19. you called her mom for the first time a week later, and you both cried.

you met penelope garcia at a party and you were instantly enraptured. technology seemed to bow to her will and you’d spent the entire night together, drinking and laughing and dancing. you kissed her in the bathroom and she’d sighed all pretty, leaning forward to snake a hand around your neck. 

you’d left the party happy and floating for the first time in years. (though you loved penelope to pieces, you two had parted as friends that night.)

she’d often call you with questions or invite you over with movie nights, though you’d always end up bent over a computer with her, nudging each other and laughing as your fingers flew over the keys. she never asked about your job. you never asked about hers. it was widely understood that penelope garcia’s house was a serial-killer free space. 

at least, it had been until she’d gotten shot on the steps of her apartment. you’d gotten a call from her late the next day, and you had flown into a nervous panic. you couldn’t lose her– couldn’t bare to lose anyone ever again. at the hospital, she’d held your hands and cried into your arms, and assured you that there would be police outside of her house. you had dismissed that, offered to stay over, but apparently a member of the fbi had already beat you to it.

you’d asked her if she trusted him. she’d responded, “with my life.”

so you had relented. gone home, took your phone off of silent, set it right next to your bed. she didn’t call, so you assumed everything was alright. (it wasn’t).

the next day you swung by her office with a jar of peanut butter cookies to leave on her desk. she loved them, and you’d figured it was a nice thing to come back to.

instead you found a police officer with a gun pressed to the temple of an fbi agent, and two men from penelope’s team standing in front of him, hands raised. you recognized him from a sketch an artist had made penelope complete the other day at the hospital. you shot him in the back of the head, bullet shattering the glass.

the room was silent. the man was dead. your hands, as always, were steady.

(you would meet spencer reid exactly twenty five minutes and thirteen seconds later.)

#romance #fic #Spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #no yn #x reader #fem reader #spencer reid #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fandom #reader is super smart #smart reider #see what I did there #ok im making a lot of stuff up and its kind of obvious

[whiskeyghoul]

Working on all tied up p3 + reqs

Hohoho okay okay I am enjoying writing this I hope others will too. This is going to be the p0rn chapter. It's going to be a long one. Maybe I will need to write a part 4 if I think it's necessary.

Also, I am willing to take on requests if people are interested. Shoot me an ask or something.

#spencer reid x you #spencer reid smut #spencer reid #spencer reid fic #spencer reid x reider #wip #writing wip #open requests #criminal minds fic #criminal minds

[babiebom]

Heyy it's me again, lol. Ur criminal minds hcs for Reid were so good!! Thank u for blessing me. 🙌🏻 I was wondering if ud be down to write maybe a one-shot or a drabble of Reid comforting a reader (I almost wrote reider bc I spaced out and like akjsldj) who just had friends leave them when they thought they were really close? I hope that's not too specific!! Thank you sm for blessing the world with ur writing. It literally makes my day so much brighter whenever you post. 🥰

A/N: CUTE!! Reider would be a really cute fandom name for him ngl. Also I’ve fallen out of contact with friends that I thought were gonna be in it for the long run with me but unfortunately it just didn’t work out that way even if we didn’t fall out. ALSO specifics are great with me because then it��s clear what I need to write and what you want me to write so don’t apologize!! Can you tell I don’t know how to comfort anyone?

Tw: some cursing, some abandonment issues, mentions of bullying within the friend group. Isolation, ghosting. Lmk if there’s something I should tag!

Genre: angst, one shot, some fluff

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader (can be read platonically or romantically in think. Also can be read as gender neutral maybe?) if I added pronouns or descriptors let me know!!

Wc:1.3k

Criminal Minds Masterlist

It’s strange when you break up with a friend, even more so when the reason that you breakup is something stupid, something avoidable. It hurts even more when you get abandoned, ghosted by someone you thought would be in your life for the rest of it. No one ever prepares you for friendships ending. You get prepared for romantic relationships, death, and maybe sometimes you drift apart from friends but even then you’re prepared.

You stare at the group chat that had defined your childhood and teenage years. Stare at the names followed by “has left the chat” with a feeling in your heart that is only rivaled by death of a loved one if you remembered correctly. It had been a while.

It was a petty argument that only lasted a day, something about how everyone treated you. You regretted bringing it up on the first day that you had been ignored after sending a message. That day turned into a week which turned into them all leaving the group chat without telling you which hurt more than being kicked out of it. Did you really mean that little that they would ghost you that easily?

You never started arguments usually. You never even participated in them, trying to stay neutral in order to keep everyone happy. Always passive and agreeable and everyone liked you that way. The one time you have something to get off your chest…maybe you shouldn’t have said anything.

You tried to message one of your friends first, you hadn’t known her as long as some of the others in the group, but she was always sweet and didn’t seem like the type to ghost.

You 5:43 pm: Irene what happened? I saw you all left the group chat. Is something wrong?

You don’t get an answer back for an hour. And it makes your heart squeeze in your chest. It isn’t really an answer, but at the same time it answered both of your questions. To her you didn’t really matter all that much and something was really wrong.

Irene 7:01 pm: just leave me alone. You said what you needed to say, if you message me again I’ll block you.

You try again with a different friend. One you have known a little longer. One who had complained to you and confided in you and one that you thought you were close to than this.

He doesn’t answer at all, and neither do the other two that you message. Eventually you figure out that your messages never sent because you had been blocked. Going to their instagrams and twitters, everything is gone as soon as you click on them. Even their TikTok’s have nothing for you to look at.

Soon enough you’re fighting off tears, your chest tight and your stomach swirling. Was speaking up for yourself really worth this? Your head spins and your vision becomes blurry as you click on the last contact that’s available to you.

Your best friend. Having known her for the longest time out of all of them, you’d think she’d say something before doing something like this. You two met in elementary school, and were friends before the group got together. If you think about it more your friendship reminded you of the one in Jennifer’s Body. Except instead of saving everyone, you were being ignored and abandoned by the person you thought was going to be there even if everyone else wouldn’t. The person that you thought you could rely on.

But before you could message her, one came straight to you. The bubbles popping up as she’s typing something else. You can’t really understand the first paragraph, your mind to overwhelmed by the weeks events to be able to read.

Emilie 7:42 pm: I just wanted to message you before you tried anything with me. I’m honestly not interested in talking to you anymore after how you talked to me and my friends. None of us want you in the group anymore, and honestly it’s fucking pathetic that you’re reaching out and asking if anything is wrong when you’re the reason everyone was upset in the first place. Like you said we were shit friends, and now you wanna act like everything confuses you? If we were so shitty to you, why do you want us to still talk to you? I told Jacob, Josh, Irene, and Paisley to block you if you message them because honestly they don’t need you to try to beg and plead with them. You’re toxic and we’re done with you. Honestly, you look pathetic and desperate for attention messaging all of us like this. I’m not even gonna bother blocking you because it doesn’t really matter that much to me and maybe in the future I could be open to being friends again but for right now, I’m over it. Bye. You should do better.

Now the tears fall down your face, hot and burning as they trail down your cheeks and onto the screen of your phone. Going onto instagram to doom scroll your feelings away, you are immediately met with a photo of your friend group hanging out without you. Taken aback, you try to bring yourself to unfollow Emilie, to block her and effectively cut her out of your life while your wounds are fresh and your friendship is newly ended so you don’t have to torture yourself. But that’s exactly what you do, torture yourself. Instead of unfollowing her, deleting all of the pictures of her and your friend group from your feed, you scroll through them, the tears falling faster the longer you sit there and reminisce. You don’t even hear the front door open and close, and the only reason you know it did is because of the weight that causes you to lean towards the new person in the bed. Warmth blankets around you, the feeling of arms wrapped around your body brings you out of your mind.

Turning to look at the man next to you, you see that Spencer is looking at you as if you’re a wounded animal and it makes you burst out into tears. Maybe you really did look pathetic. “Oh no…what happened?”

You tried to explain, but couldn’t properly while you were blubbering. Instead you just throw your phone to him and let your head fall into your hands. He takes a literal second to read, then lets out a gust of air that usually meant he was surprised and didn’t know what to say.

He moves to hug you again, resting his head on top of yours. “You know…they say that it takes 200 hours to form a close friendship with someone. And when that friendship ends unexpectedly, it can cause a multitude of issues in the future with how you trust and open up to people…”

His ramblings weren’t all that comforting, but just hearing him speak made you start to feel better. Of course he would attempt to make things better by spouting facts that one hundred percent would make anyone else annoyed at him. You snuggle into his arms, nodding your head to show that you’re listening in between sobs. “S-so how long until I s-stop feeling like my h-heart is broken?” You ask. It did somehow feel like being broken up with, or having someone die.

“Well, most grief experts think that a year is a good estimate on how long it takes to get used to the loss of someone major in your life…”

“A year?” You whine, letting your head tilt backwards dramatically. “That’s too long!” It’s kind of a joke, the way you say it. But the way he looks at you lets you know that he knows you’re being somewhat serious.

“She was your best friend…of course it’s going to take some time to get used to not talking to her…however long you take to grieve is how long it’s going to take. It’s not a complete science.”

You nod, and hide your face in his chest. While you still felt like the Earth was ending, maybe it’s not ending right this second anymore.

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[radiant-reid]

i think more people need to utilize the joke spencer reid x REIDer, it’s such a good pun and it doesn’t get enough attention!!!!!

there are a lot of puns that we don't utilize because they're quite easy since his last name is Reid

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[cwthartic]

y'all

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[beautiful-bau-beau]

Sparks Fly

Spencer Reid x Reader

Contains: FLUFF

Word Count: 3,044

Based off this beautiful short film: Extinguished

In a world where sparks fly, those sparks may turn into flames, and some may extinguish.

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The city streets of Quantico, Virginia remained quiet. The pavement seemed to shine as the lights from various shops and traffic stops reflected on the thin layer of water that remained from the rainstorm that had hit earlier in the evening. The time was 9:45, not that the young man leaning out from his apartment window would have noticed.

Quantico was quite chilly as winter approached, as the young man thought when the crisp autumn air ran through his unruly hair, but he didn’t care. His chin rested in his hand, elbow leaning on his windowpane, eyes staring out blankly into the street below.

The sound from a laughing couple seemed to catch his attention, a scowl immediately crossing his features. His disdain seemed to deepen as his eyes followed how the couple smiled, held hands, and laughed. It was no surprise that the couples’ chests seemed to shine a warm yellow, the sight practically taunted the young man.

He looked down to his own chest, completely unlit, essentially empty. He didn’t seem to have the same glow, but he remembered when he did, just a mere months prior.

Spencer had been seeing a young woman by the name of Maeve Donovan. They had met at the library they seemed to both frequent at, reaching for the same book. It was a perfect little ‘meet-cute’ and they started a small friendship, which led to a relationship. A few months after that romantic scene, Spencer had woken up with his chest ablaze, a silly smile coming over his face.

Chests only seemed to ignite when there were sparks, or when you fell in love. It was Spencer’s first flame, and he couldn’t wait to tell Maeve that he loved her. He was a practical man more than he was a romantic, but his imagination concocted a million scenarios. Each fantasy began with him declaring his love for her. After that, perhaps she would kiss him, hug him, immediately return his affections or maybe even invite him inside; however, reality ruined his dreams.

He had worn his favorite suit, nothing too fancy, just a brown tweed jacket with leather elbow patches on top of a plain blue button-up, black slacks and brown leather brogues. In his hand he held a bouquet of sunflowers, vermillion lilies, and yellow striped crocuses. She always loved bright colors.

“Spencer? What are you doing here?” She asked, a small blush forming on her cheeks. “You didn’t call, I wasn’t expecting you.” The arrangement blocked the soft glow from his heart.

Spencer’s grin grew upon his face and he couldn’t help but blurt out, “Maeve I love you.” Or… something like that. He was so nervous, he barely remembered the exact words he expressed, but he remembered what she said next.

“Uh, oh. Well I- um. This is… I… I don’t think I love you.” He could feel his flame grow softer and her crushing words.

“Are you…Do you…?’ He felt at a loss for words. This was the last thing he was expecting. “Do you think you ever…will?” his grip around the stems tightened.

“Well…I…I don’t know. I met someone recently.” She noticed his shift of behavior. “I haven’t done anything with him!”

“Yet?” Spencer answered for her, a mixture of emotions bubbling as he caught her deeper blush.

“I…George is…” She gave up, swallowing thickly. “I really wish you had called…”

Spencer shook his head, trying not to think about that painful memory that occurred a few months ago. Sometimes he could still feel the pain he had felt when the flame extinguished. He lifted his eyes from his hollow chest back to the streets, rich orbs catching sight of a taxi pulling up outside of his apartment building, a female running in with a suitcase.

A few moments went by before he was startled by a knock on his door. No one ever seemed to visit him, especially if he didn’t invite them over. The only person he thought it could be was his landlord, but he couldn’t think of anything he had done, recently, or ever, that would warrant a landlord visit.

To his surprise, a woman whom he had never seen before stood on the other side, suitcase at her side. The woman from earlier, he thought briefly. Her (e/c) eyes met his for a second, flicking between the number on the door and the number written on her paper. She opened her mouth, getting ready to speak when the neighboring door opened.

Spencer’s neighbor, who he thoroughly enjoyed, was a quiet old woman who never caused any ruckus, and was happy to engage in small chat when she could tell Spencer was comfortable. She had become accustomed to his quirks, and from time to time, left him some baked goods. She even took care of his fish when he was busy on a case or visiting his mother.

“Y/n!” She cried, engulfing the young woman that stood before him in a hug. The woman, presumably y/n, seemed to relax at the familiar face, returning the affection. “Why are you over here?” His neighbor asked.

“Grams, I think you wrote down the wrong apartment number.” You handed the paper over to you grandmother, who furrowed her brows.

“I’m allowed a few mistakes, I think I’ve earned it.” She turned her attention to Spencer who stood shyly against his doorframe, unaware of how to proceed. “Y/n, this is my neighbor Spencer Reid, Spencer, this is my granddaughter Y/n Y/l/n. She’s here to visit me for a few weeks, maybe, if we’re lucky, she’ll consider to move here.” The over woman gave Spencer a wink, who had a polite smile on his face.

You followed her grandmother to the correct apartment building, suitcase rolling behind yourself. Before you crossed the threshold, you turned back to Spencer, smiling softly. “I hope to see you around.” You said cheerfully, granting him a small wave before disappearing.

Spencer returned the wave, watching as you disappeared. His heart seemed to twist for a moment, before he caught sight of a small flame, no larger than a match. His eyes widened in disbelief, covering his chest before retreating back into his apartment and slamming the door.

He rested his head against the hard wood, sliding down to the soft carpet that rested below his feet. His eyes darted around his apartment, hands grabbing at the mug of cold coffee left on the decorative table before his brain could identify what it was, dumping it down the front of his shirt.

He didn’t know if he was ready yet. Ready to love again.

Perhaps it was just a fluke? He thought hastily, even if he knew that there was no theoretical reasoning behind that statement. He looked back down to where his heart lie, which remained dull.

Yes, he reasoned, it was just a fluke.

(Your POV)

The day after you arrived, you had already made a mess of your grandmother’s living room. At first, she was adamant that you would take the bed, but you insisted you would stay on the couch, knowing that the couch would aggravate any joints of hers.

It was around mid-afternoon when you and your grandmother decided to venture out of the apartment, to grab her mail and then a quick lunch. She wanted to introduce you to her new boyfriend, the source of her flame, and you were beyond happy that your grandmother had found the time to move on from your grandfather’s death a few years ago.

“Any romance in your life (n/n)?” Your grandmother asked as you headed down the building stairs down to the mailboxes. You laughed and waved your hand in a dismissing manner.

“No. Most guys nowadays don’t really want the whole romance thing. At least from my perspective.” You felt a soft pain in your chest but shifted gears. You didn’t like thinking about it too much.

As you two turned the corner, you saw the man from yesterday, Spencer, if you recalled correctly. You gave him a brief nod and smile as your grandma worked on unlocking her mailbox, leaning against the wall. The next thing you knew, Spencer had run off, footsteps growing softer as he ran back up the stairs.

“Sweet boy.” Your grandmother chuckled to herself, catching sight of your worried expression. “He’s probably just busy. He works for the FBI you know.”

“Oh!” You absorbed the information. “Perhaps he got a call, or something. Ran off pretty quickly though.”

“Well he has the legs to do so.” Your grandma smirked, laughing when your head snapped towards her. “I’m only kidding! He is a handsome fellow.” She stared at you for a moment. “He would treat you nicely.” She hinted.

“If he lives next to you then I’m sure he knows I come from a crazy family.” You teased back, both of you heading out the door.

The next time you saw Spencer was when you were doing your first load of laundry. You could have done your usual routine of shoving all your dirty laundry in your suitcase and then waiting another few weeks before washing it, but you wanted to act responsible around your grandmother.

You set your basket upon the washer, grabbing some fabric softener and detergent out, trying to make sense of where exactly you were supposed to put what in where. You heard someone coming down the steps and let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh, hey.” You called out, looking up to find Spencer. “If you wouldn’t mind helping me for a moment?” You asked, beckoning him over. “The information sticker is a bit worn out, where’s the pocket for the softener and where’s the pocket for detergent?”

“Oh, um.., that’s for detergent, this one is for softener.” He explained, a cold air about him. You gave no particular thought to it, thanking him.

“Not to sound too nosy, but it looks like you have a pair of athletic shorts on top. Fabric softener with those garments will prevent the wicking technology that absorbs sweat from working.” He informed.

“Oh…that’s useful to know.” You started throwing your clothes into the washer as you spoke. “I only use these as pajama bottoms really, so I don’t much care for what happens to them, but I will definitely keep that information on file.” You smiled, continuing to place laundry in the machine. When your gaze returned back up, Spencer was gone.

Spencer’s aloof behavior started to make you wonder if you had actually bothered him.

There was the incident with the elevator, where you hopped on just as it was about to close and saw Spencer, a grocery bag in his arms. He seemed to avoid eye-contact with you. By some chain of events, he ended up running out of the elevator, leaving a fully popped bag of popcorn behind. Strange.

Then there was the time your grandmother had sent you over to his door to ask for some missing ingredients she needed to complete dinner. You were just about to go take a shower when she asked, but decided to just ask Spencer for the items in your purple bathrobe. As soon as he opened the door, he slammed it feverishly, only re-opening it to hand you the ingredients hastily

The man seemed nice enough, especially if everything your grandmother said about him was true, but maybe you had just rubbed him the wrong way. It didn’t seem to matter anymore though, you were leaving in just a short while.

(Spencer’s POV)

Spencer was back again, staring outside of his window. His chest lit up the dark air, and he couldn’t help but think that it was all because of you.

When you had come with your grandmother to collect mail, he had convinced himself that he was fine. When you nodded and sent that beautiful smile that way, he was so distracted that he almost didn’t notice his flame was burning the corners of his mail. He felt panic as he ran off, patting down his chest and hoping you didn’t notice.

Then there was the situation with the laundry. It was fine enough, your request was simple and he almost enjoyed a conversation with you until he noticed one black bra hanging over the side of your laundry basket. His chest sparked once more, prompting him again to leave with a deep blush.

The same thing happened in the elevator, when the warmth from his chest had popped his microwavable bag of popcorn.

Lastly, and the most embarrassing event of all, when you had knocked in his door wearing nothing but a robe. He knew that he had acted a bit too promptly, perhaps even rude, but his flame grew with each inch of skin that was exposed, to the point where he felt like a bomb might go off in his chest.

A car pulling up outside of his building briefly caught his attention, until he did a double-take and noticed you were placing your suitcase in the back, hugging your grandmother. It didn’t take more than a millisecond before Spencer realized you were leaving.

Spencer first felt relieved. Relived that you weren’t going to be around to distract him any longer. That relief turned into depression as he thought of what could have happened if he had worked up the courage to ask you out. Lastly, he felt panic. Why couldn’t he tell you now?

It would be impossible, even if he were to run down the stairs, there was a slim chance that he would be able to catch you before you got into the taxi, but he had to try! You were not Maeve, you were someone else entirely. You were sweet, caring about your grandmother, and quite beautiful.

He cut his thoughts short as he grabbed a flower from his countertop and raced out of his apartment, barely even shutting the door. Just as he thought, the car started to move as soon as his feet hit the street, but that didn’t stop him from running after it. Even with his field testing, there was no way he could run as fast as a car.

Morose thoughts crept into his mind, wondering if you would even accept his proposal, or thought he was a mad man. Maybe he wasn’t meant to love, especially in his field of work. His pace seemed to falter for a moment.

Suddenly he thought of you, the color of your eyes and the confused glance you had when you knocked on his door. Your smile, your hair, your legs. Your physical appearance wasn’t the only beautiful thing about you. He thought of the way your voice sounded when you spoke, the laughter he could faintly hear through the walls, absolutely everything about you. And there was still more to discover.

With each thought his flame seemed to grow bigger, as if his chest was a blowtorch and you were hairspray. He could feel his adrenaline pumping and running as fast as he possibly could. As if God had heard his (very loud) prayers, the taxi came to a stop at a traffic light.

“I hope it’s there, I hope it’s there.” He mumbled, finding his badge in his pocket and slamming it upon the window of the car, startling the patrons inside before throwing open the door and falling in the backseat.

Your eyes were wide with shock, and a slight hint of amusement. “Am I under arrest?” You asked, only half joking. A dry chuckle escaped his lips as he panted, holding up a finger as he caught his breath. He held up the flower, almost forgetting about it.

“Uh- I swear… it wasn’t like that…before I left.” He puffed, face red with beads of sweat sticking to his forehead.

“And um… why did you leave?” You asked quietly, eyeing the flower, limp and slightly burnt.

“Some crazy part of me just couldn’t let you go until I managed to tell you how much of a pathetic coward I am for not trying to ask you out earlier.” He admitted, eyes pleading as he met yours.

Your breath caught in your throat, and you were at a loss for words. You eyed the flower one more time, before you saw the glow illuminating from his chest. You don’t know how you could have missed it. It was practically like a Christmas fireplace. You don’t remember seeing the glow when you knocked on the door that first day you arrived, but after that moment, you had barely seen him. Was it possible that he felt a spark… for you? Plain, old, you?

Not to mention the young man was attractive. With unruly hair and dark eyes, a strong jawline, and pink lips, you could feel your heart start to flutter. Furthermore, he dedicated his life to helping and saving others. How sweet.

Spencer couldn’t help but smile when you took the flower, your own chest sparking up and filling the other side of the taxi with a warm glow. You both smiled at each other, interrupted only when your taxi driver cleared his throat.

“Uh, as sweet as this all is officer, are we okay to proceed?” The driver had flipped his panic lights on, stuck on the right lane of traffic, cars honking as they moved around the vehicle.

“You’re leaving…” the news dawned on Spencer for the second time.

“Only for a few weeks. I originally came here to apply for a job position and I’ve been accepted! I’m moving here.” You shared, giggling as he grew another smile. “Would you like to accompany me to the airport then? That way you can pay for running up my meter.” You teased.

“Yes.” Spencer answered, with no hesitation. You nudged him gently before he seemed to understand. “Oh! Yes, please, let’s- uh, let’s go.”

“My grandmother is going to be thrilled.” You mumbled. “She said you were a sweet boy who would treat me nicely.”

“I’ll treat you better than just nicely.” He whispered, allowing you scoot to closer. It took you a moment to work up enough courage to lean into him and rest your head up on his shoulder, letting the flames grow.

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[writethelifeyouwant]

Prompt: You are best friends with Dr. Spencer Reid ( but are secretly in love with him). He tells you that he tackled an unsub and won the ensuing fist fight on the case he’s on. You are worried he’s hurt, he’s not the tackling/punching type. He sends you this picture to prove you wrong ...

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[pherelesytsia]

Fear of the Water,

Pairing: Spencer Reid x single mother/ Reader

Summary: Spencer finds out that his girlfriend is a single mother.

Warning: fear of breakup, Spencer being gentle and soft boyfriend.

Word Count: 2.6k

a/n:. Requests are open!!!

Spencer Reid Masterlist

A soft pink light prevailed in the small, yet lovingly furnished, room. Words resounded through the hallway of the flat in the middle of the town. Books lay arranged on the bookshelf and the dolls, who were having a tea party, sat at the richly set table.

Anna, in the long dark blue dress, danced around the room, singing a song Y/N did not know, sitting on the round carpet and watching her daughter play with her dolls. The young mother didn't know what her daughter was doing, watching her dance around her room with her teddy bear in her arms and a big grin on her lips.

"Why can't I be called Elsa?" the girl said disappointedly.

Y/N laughed and shook her head, didn't know how often she had this conversation with her daughter, but every time these words came up, she had to laugh, couldn't help it even if it made her daughter angry.

"I think Anna is a beautiful name for an adorable girl," Y/N said to her daughter in a loving tone.

Y/N did not want to make her daughter angry, understanding she was upset she couldn’t be named after her favourite princess.

"I like my name too; you gave it to me, but Elsa is cuter. Do you have to go back to work tomorrow?" the girl asked.

Anna clung tightly to her bear, had stopped to dance and looked in the direction of her mother sitting on the ground. Her voice had changed and sadness spread in her eyes.

"No, I took the whole weekend off and I talked to my boss and we agreed I will work less in the next weeks and months. From Monday I will bring you to school as usual, but in the afternoon I will pick you up and then we will cook and eat, bake and do homework together.", "But who will take care that the bad people will go to prison if you will be here with me?" the girl asked with widened eyes.

Y/N stepped closer to her daughter, clasped her hands and let her thumbs wander across her skin, tried to calm her down, saw fear rising in her eyes.

"You don't have to worry about that. I have colleagues who will take care that the bad people are locked in prison. You don't have to worry about that, my love," Y/N reassured her daughter. "But I think it's time for you to get ready for bed. I'll clean up your room for once because it's too late and you go brush your teeth. You have to get up tomorrow." Y/N continued.

Immediately, the eyes in the same tones met. Anna let her shoulders slump forward, about to make an argument, but then she nodded and changed into the long dress resting on the edge of her bed. Anna danced ahead and wrapped her arms around her mother's neck, whispered a soft thanking in Y/N's ear and went into the bathroom as said. Y/N set about cleaning up the room and tidying up the dolls and stuffed animals. Exhaling loudly her gaze travelled across the room, spotted the faint smile gracing her lips in the oval mirror. Exhaustion ruled in her eyes and the dark spots under her eyes grew bigger. Y/N wished she could offer her daughter more, a family and stability, a loving and caring father. The young mother went on, placed the doll on the shelf and walked towards the bed of her daughter. She switched on the bedside lamp and prepared the bed for Anna, whom she could hear brushing her teeth in the bathroom. The long wavy hair framed her face, the long dress let her look like a princess and Anna smiled at her mother and dropped onto her bed. The girl tried to form her lips into a sentence, but before the first letter could escape, a bell rang through the small flat.

"I'll be right there, just close your eyes and I'll see who's here.", "Mum didn't you that I am not allowed to open the door in the evening?" the girl asked, remembering the scolding words of her mother.

Y/N shook her head.

"I know my love, but I'm a grown woman and I can defend myself. Nothing can happen to me and you forget that we have a camera, I can see who is outside the door so you don't have to worry.", "But I still worry about you mum." Anna interjected.

"Don't worry. Sleep tight." Y/N assured, rising from the edge of the bed she was sitting on.

A quiet goodbye escaped Y/N and almost closed the door, leaving it open just a crack. Brows almost touched, looking in the direction of the end of the short hallway, and again the ringing echoed through the flat. Y/N´s steps quickened, turned and walked past the sofa where her blanket and a white duvet pillow rested. With a simple touch, Y/N switched on the screen and caught sight of the man in the dark brown suit standing outside the door, waiting nervously for an answer. Fearing what had happened, Y/N opened the door, assuming the worst had happened.

"Hey, Spence." she breathed, almost nervously.

Her dilated eyes slid down his figure, hoping he was not wounded, but she could see no injuries, no bleeding, no bruises, showing he had been in a fight. Suddenly Y/N stepped back, always happy to see her boyfriend of not even three months, but realised she'd never told him her address, knew no one apart from Hotch knew where she with her daughter lived. Spencer tried to read the young woman two steps away from him. He assumed he would see love in her eyes, would kiss him on his lips as she always did, but fear was the only emotion filling her gaze. His long hair framed his face, nearly dared to cloud his vision. His chest moved unevenly.

"Are you all right? Are you hurt?" Y/N said, trying to figure out what had happened.

Fear and confusion spread.

"Can I come in?" Spencer inquired.

Y/N didn't answer, stepping to the side, gesturing Spencer to enter the flat with her outstretched hand. She couldn't do anything else, couldn't slam the door in his face and prevent him from entering her home.

"Spencer, what are you doing here? Did something happen? Is everyone okay?", "I should ask that. Hotch informed us you will work from morning till afternoon and no longer on the weekends, that you want to focus more on yourself. Is about us? Have I done something? If yes, then please tell me." Spencer started swallowing half the words, but still they made no sense to Y/N.

Turning to Spencer, the young woman closed the door of light wood and walked toward her boyfriend, standing by the dark sofa of dozens of pillows in different shades. Y/N had never seen him like this. He was outraged yet filled with fear.

"Spence, you have done nothing wrong. It is definitely not because of you. It is more because of me," she spoke.

Spencer and Y/N had been working together for more than two years, fell in love almost at first sight, but Y/N had never talked about her daughter, wanted her out of her working life as much as possible, had her file well-hidden and the only one who knew about Anna's existence was Hotch. A bad conscience spread in her heart, her tongue formed shapes, making it impossible for her to say anything, wanted to tell Spencer but the fear that something would happen to Anna was too great to ignore, knew she had to protect her from the danger of the world.

"What happened?", "Come Spencer, sit down. I can explain everything. It really has nothing to do with you." Y/N breathed. "Sit down Spence. It's all right, you don't have to worry. I don't want to sound rude, but how did you find out where I live? I'm sure I didn't give you my address." Y/N whispered.

She didn't regret the words she'd chosen, not wanting to sound angry but needing to hear the answer, trying to understand how he'd found her, hadn't given the address to anyone. Spencer shook his head and let his gaze wander around the small living room. His brows almost touched, witnessed the blanket and the pillow on the sofa, seemed as if she planned on sleeping in the living room and not in the bedroom.

"Hotch knows you're my girlfriend, he gave me your address. But why isn't your last name on your doorbell, it's Adams?" Spencer asked.

He fixed his gaze over his shoulder. Something changed in his eyes, they no longer glided around the room and immediately he became aware that his girlfriend did not live alone in the small flat, saw the shoes, the jackets in different sizes, the plates reminiscent of a dinner, and the cups once filled with tea.

"I think it would be better if I leave," his voice broke.

Sadness and hatred mixed in his heart, couldn't believe his girlfriend already had someone in her life. Furious, he stomped away, not wanting to see her again. Her hand reached out, grasping, wanting to make it impossible for him to disappear and leave her life. Unintelligible words crossed Y/N but they hit an indestructible wall.

Soft footsteps echoed. Questioning eyes looked at the two adults, trying to understand what had happened. Abruptly, Spencer came to a halt. Confused, he looked around and witnessed the pair of eyes settling on him, saw the teddy bear the little girl who couldn't be older than seven clutching.

"Anna." Y/N whispered. “What have I told you?” she added.

Easing away from Spencer, Y/N turned her back on him and lifted the girl swiftly from the floor.

"I'm sorry, but you were shouting, and I was worried," Anna whispered in a heartbroken tone.

Shivering, Anna hid her head in her mother's neck, nearly letting go of her bear as her fingers curled into the material of the oversized t-shirt covering her mother’s body. Gently Y/N´s hand wandered over her back, wanting to reassure Anna, who wanted to understand what had happened, had heard her mother's sad voice as she seemed to argue with someone.

Spencer’s mouth gaped open. His shoulders dropped, no longer standing straight, and the hatred seemed to disappear from his body.

"Can we talk? I'll put Anna to bed and then we can sit down, but I can understand if you want to leave. I can understand." Y/N repeated herself and left.

Fearing disgust and hate, Y/N lowered her gaze, had seen it too often. Y/N breathed loving words into her daughter's ear, letting her know everything was all right, that she didn't have to worry anymore, that she should lie down and sleep. Carefully, she put the blanket on Anna, covered the teddy bear at her side, and blew a kiss on Anna's forehead. Slowly and wordlessly, Y/N walked out of the room. Her feet rooted deep into the ground. Nervously Y/N busied herself with her fingers, walked slowly, afraid of what she would see, fearing the loneliness.

Spencer gazed into nothingness and then his eyes settled on his girlfriend. The man in the dark brownish suit had settled on the sofa and waited patiently for his girlfriend and watched her sitting down across from him, too far away from him, who wanted to place his hands on hers.

"I wanted to tell you about Anna, but I was scared. In the seven years you're the only man who didn’t leave. The last two men I met disappeared the moment I mentioned on the first date that I had to be home by ten, that the nanny couldn't stay longer." Y/N started, not knowing where to begin, but deciding to start from the beginning.

Taking the pillow at her side and placing it on her lap, she played with the corner, needing to keep herself occupied somehow. Suddenly Spencer rose. Her heart ached. Tears clouded her vision, but before the first could fall, Spencer sat down by her side. His perfume, a mixture of old books and the freshness of a grey morning, enveloped her, soothed her aching heart, threatening to burst into a thousand pieces. Arms wrapped around her waist. Shocked, Y/N raised her gaze, couldn't believe her eyes, couldn't understand what was happening. Suddenly Y/N saw clearly, felt his arms wrapped around her waist, smelled the smell which always took the pain away from her soul.

Lips pressed to her temple, but Y/N didn't lift her gaze, kept it on his hands clasping hers.

"I am here and I have no intention of leaving you. You could have just told me." Spencer let his girlfriend know. "Where is her father? Is he a part of your lives?" he added.

There was an awkward silence and Spencer regretted the question he had asked, understood everything she had done, understood why there was a different name on the doorbell, why he had never visited her before and why no one knew anything about her daughter, why she wanted to spend less time at work.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked you that.", "No Spence, it's a valid question. You're my boyfriend and you have a right to find out what happened." spoke Y/N.

Resting her heavy head on his chest, she felt his other hand settle on her body and loving touches, letting Y/N know she could continue if she feels ready.

"I wasn't even twenty. I wanted to break up her biological father and he found out. You can imagine what happened. I reported him, then he threatened me, but before anything could happen, I ran away and got myself a good lawyer. Now he is in prison for his crimes and is not allowed to come near me or Anna, but he doesn't even know her name or what she looks like. Anna doesn’t know anything about him and till this very day she never asked who her father is. These are the most important thing you need to know." Y/N said bitterly.

His grip on her body tightened, giving her the strength she was threatening to lose.

"I changed my name and decided to save people, men and women, to help them who have the same story. I don't want to stop to work but Anna needs me more, but there are people like you who will save the victims and Anna only has me." she added.

"I would like to meet Anna if you will allow me. I won't break up with you. And if you feel ready, we could move in together, the three of us. My flat is a bit bigger than yours, or we can look for another flat where we can life together." Spencer whispered.

"Really Spencer?" breathed the young woman, not trusting her ears.

Questioningly, her boyfriend looked down at Y/N and Spencer nodded in response. Tears took her vision away. Tightly she wrapped her arms. Spencer silenced her lovingly, placed a delicate kiss on her lips as his thumbs brushed the tears gracing her features away.

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[futuremrsreid]

Helpless

Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: SmUT (sinful), not really cnc but maybe a lil, uh reader is handcuffed and blindfolded (i kinda forgot to write that in the fic oops)

a/n: this is really short and i will start like a series of lil smut thingies bc i dont have the motivation to write long stuff atm

♡♡♡

"Do you realize how much power you're giving me y/n? How helpless you are right now?" He leaned down, kissing my jaw and then moved to whisper in my ear "what if I just left you here alone, naked and tied up? Or" he said, dragging a finger down my body " what if I just fuck you without a condom?" Spencer laughed in a cruel way and as much as I hated it in that moment, it turned me on so much. "You wouldn't even be able to do anything while I fill you up with my cum."

"Any words of protest?" he asked and my mouth couldn't form words, even if I wanted to. "You know what? I dont even care" And with that he pushed inside of me.

I was so disoriented from having two of my senses removed that I couldn't feel if he actually skipped the condom. But I didnt care. All I could do was moan as he increased his pace.

"Do you not even care, y/n? Or do you want me to fill you up? Do you want to feel my cum dripping out of you?" Spencer shifted, moving one of his hands to wrap around my throat. I felt his finger dig into my skin and I became even more lightheaded.

"Cats got your tounge? Or are you not able to form sentences anymore? Is it really that easy to turn you into a stupid mess?" The only thing I could do was moan, which was humiliating, but also so fucking hot. His pace was relentless and I felt my orgasm coming closer. God, he wasnt even doing much, but I think his words alone could have pushed me over the edge.

"Dont worry, I'm smart enough for both of us. All you gotta do is lie here and be pretty — and god, you're good at that." He moved his hand from my throat to rub circles on my clit. Normally I would have been embarrassed by the sounds I was making, but I couldn't bring myself to care. I knew there would be a noise complaint coming in the next day. "It's like you're my personal fucktoy."

Spencer was doing so much, so fast and I clenched around him. It took everything in me not to come right then, but I knew I wasn't allowed to do so without his permission. He ruined my orgasm before and I was not about to let that happen again. I wanted to beg, tell him how good he was making me feel, how close I was, but all I managed was a pathetic "please".

"Are you close baby? Normally I would make you wait but you've been such a good girl for me, I think you deserve a reward." He brought his mouth to my ear once again. "Come for me, love"

And with that I was done. My orgasm hit me hard and I made a sound so loud that Spencer had to clasp a hand over my mouth so we wouldn't actually alarm any neighbors. I clenched around him and it only took him a few more strokes before he finished.

After catching his breath for a few seconds he moved off me. I felt him shift around for some time before he was freeing me of the handcuffs. I was so spent, I just let my arms flop down over my head. Then he removed the blindfold. My eyes were closed but I felt him studying my face.

"Are you here with me, love?" He asked, carefully placing a few kisses on my face and jaw. I hummed and finally opened my eyes to look at him. I saw him frown and he looked concerned, grabbing my wrists to massage them. I pulled so hard on them, there was for sure gonna be some bruising.

"I'm fine, but my brain doesnt do thinking right now." He chuckled and told me he was gonna be right back before getting up from the bed. I heard the sink running and then he was back on the bed with a wet towel to clean me up. I felt so sticky and sweaty but there was no way I was gonna get up and shower. The towel was warm and he was careful not to overstimulate me. After he was finished he discarded it and lay down next to me. My mind finally started to clear up again and shortly after I remembered.

"Did you actually fuck me without a condom?" I turned on my side to look at him. I didnt sound shocked or suprised, which probably would have been the appropriate reaction. He frowned and studied me for a few seconds before he answered.

"No, you really thought that was whats happening?"

"I mean, you kinda said that."

"And you just let me?" He was suprised and when I finally comprehended the whole situation I was too.

"Apparently", I paused, reliving the last 30 minutes and remembering the absolutly filthy things he said to me. "You said yourself that I wouldn't be able to do anything anyways."

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[yellowroseswrites]

yo. so i just saw that spencer x reader you wrote featuring an ED. i was wondering if maybe you could write it as an imagine/one shot/whatever but from a different perspective? im struggling with losing weight unintentionally due to drug use and its starting to scare me. last time i was this thin i did have an ED. so would you be able to do one where the reader is just as concerned as spencer about their weight loss? maybe he helps find foods that work for them, encourages them to eat, etc? id love it of spence were cheering me on to finish a bowl of cereal (⋟﹏⋞)

"One more bite?"

Spencer Reid x Reader

Author's notes - {I have quite literally no clue if this is good or accurate, but I did my very best. I did a little research but I still wrote it very vague to avoid as much invalidating as possible. I hope this brings at least a little comfort, and my apologies for any and all inaccuracies}

TW- {Plenty of eating talk, reader eats, Spencer eats, they eat cereal, milk is mentioned, past eating issues are mentioned but barely, Pulp Fiction is mentioned, probably inaccuracies about movies, Dead Poets Society mention, there's a 420 joke but it's from Spencer so it's not really said as a joke, Autistic Spencer Reid, but that's just how I write him,not proofread, if there's any more lmk! love you all please eat some food and drink some water lovelies <3}

“I’m not hungry.”

God, it sounded so sad on your tongue. You wished you could just eat, you really did. You weren’t like you used to be, you didn’t want to be like this. You just wanted to eat.

Spencer’s face fell, but only a bit. He was used to this by now to, your body working against you. Your body craved things that would destroy it, but it refused to accept the things it needed, like food. It was scary for you, and it was positively horrifying for Spencer. He was watching you fight back, but wither away anyway, and he hated it.

"I know you aren't, but it's important that you eat it."

You groaned in annoyance. You knew Spencer was helping, but it was the same thing you've heard over and over again.

Reid seemed to think a bit before moving again, this time pouring milk into his own bowl before putting away the milk and the cereals, (fruit loops for you and raisin bran for him, which he insists helps him remember things during cases).

He came back to his bowl and started eating in front of you, "You like Tarantino movies right?"

"Uh, some of them, why?"

While you spoke he took a bite of his food, signaling with his spoon for you to do the same. Once you grabbed your spoon, he spoke again.

"Did you know that almost every clock in Pulp fiction is set to 4:20? Some people have said that they only have 2 scenes where they are set differently, but to be honest I've never seen it so I wouldn't know."

"Wait a minute," You said, "You have never seen Pulp Fiction?"

"That's what you got from that?"

"Who hasn't seen Pulp Fiction? It's a classic!" You took another bite of the cereal.

"That's what you said about Dead Poets Society." Spencer replied.

To be fair, he had read the book. He knew everything that would happen, it was definitely not your fault he spent the whole time pointing out things they got wrong. You simply nodded your head at his reply, messing with the fruit loops left spinning in your bowl.

"Wanna take one more bite for me?" 

There was barely any left in the bowl, half of you wanted to fight back, and half knew it was stupid and that Reid wanted the same thing you did. You took the bite and slid the bowl over to him, which he quickly took with his to the sink. 

"Ok," You stood up from your seat at the table, "We are totally going to watch it now."

Spencer giggled at your excitement, walking over to you and kissing your forehead. "Uh-hu. Go turn it on, I'll be in in a second."

 

You turned to walk over to the couch when Reid stopped you again, 

"And hey, I'm proud of you."

He gave you a quick smile before you walked off again, and his smile only grew as he washed your empty bowl.

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[reiderwriter]

Sorry to everyone who is about to be effected by the fact that I just finished season 7 of criminal minds and now have slow dancing with Spencer Reid as the only thought in my head.

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[flinttcanwriteipromise]

You’ve Got A Friend In Me

A Spencer Reid x Reider (Reid!Reader)

Summary: Your dad tries to be around as often as he can, supporting you through your extracurricular activities, school work, and your new hobbies and interests. You know that you can convide in him for advice, support, or just to have someone to vent too… sometimes you wonder if he knows he can do the same.

Fandom: Criminal Minds (Focuses on Spencer Reid and Reader but includes glimpses and cameos as well)

Rated: Fluff, Humor, a lil bit of angst

A/N: I have no idea what I’m doing, I’m blindly creating at this point.

G/N (General Notes): Here’s the song I based it off of.

[Beginning]

For as long as you can remember, your dad was there for you. For your highest moments and your lowest lows, he was there to hug you so tightly you were sure it wasn’t a dream.

You've got a friend in me

You've got a friend in me

When the road looks, rough ahead

And you're miles and miles

From your nice warm bed

Just remember what your old pal said

Boy, you've got a friend in me

You've got a friend in me

Spencer wiped the motel counter down again, one of his hotel habits when he was traveling on cases. He heard his phone buzzing and slipped it out to look at the caller ID

‘Y/n 🎃’

“Hey Dad! Guess what!” You yelled into the phone as he clicked answer.

“Hmm.. I’ve got no guesses Pumpkin, why don’t you just tell me?” Reid asked, entering the bathroom and taking his toothbrush out.

“I stopped Pepper from bullying the little kids today!” You answered, your tone optimistic and bright. Spencer smiled, he remembered you telling him about Pepper a few days before he had left. She was a 5th grader at your school no one had the courage to mess with before.

“She was bullying Ollie, the kindergartener I was telling you about, because his parents are getting a divorce.” You began to explain. Reid imagined you waving your hands around to further explain yourself as you usually did when explaining your stories to him.

“Oh?” Spencer hummed along, spitting out a glob of toothpaste and beginning to gargle mouthwash.

“Uhm! She told Ollie ‘Maybe if your parents loved you enough, they’d stay together.’ and he started to cry.”

“So I walked up to her and told her ‘People who are divorced usually divorce because they aren’t happy together and would end up making Ollie’s life unhappy.’” You continued.

“Sounds right to me.” Spencer replied, wiping down the bathroom sink. He left the bathroom and headed over to the nightstand where he had left a glass of water.

“And then she fistfought me,”

Spencer choked.

“YOU DID WHAT?”

You've got a friend in me

(You’ve got a friend in me)

You've got a friend in me

You've got troubles, well I've got 'em too

There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you

We stick together and we see it through

You've got a friend in me

Yeah, you've got a friend in me

“Dad?” You called softly. You noticed Reid hadn’t slept in a while, staying up to write up reports and files, only stopping to prepare food for you before disappearing into his study again.

He looked up, his hair in disarray and his expression weary. There had been so much on his mind since his last case he pretty much surrounded himself in work. You walked over files and messed up papers, still making as much noise as possible.

“Are you okay?” You held his face your hands, noticing his tired eyes. He nodded, a sigh disrupting the silence. “You should be in bed.”

“You should too,”

“I will if you will,”

“Are you bribing me?” Spencer whispered jokingly. You nodded confidently. Sighing again, he brushed the hair out of his face. He gave a small smile to you before starting again, “Why didn’t you go to bed sooner?”

“Because I was scared..” You admitted softly, pulling your pj shirt down a little. Reid adjusted his desk,

“Really? What for?”

“Cause you don’t sleep Dad.”

“I don’t sleep?”

You shook your head, beginning to explain your concern for him, waving your hands around to express it. After a while Reid nodded his head,

“Well, I guess your right, Pumpkin, let’s get ourselves to bed.”

Some other folks might be a little bit smarter than I am

Bigger and stronger too

But none of them could ever love you the way I do

It's me and you, boy

Walking down the street with your dad, you had stopped to get some ice cream. Spencer went with a chocolate light sprinkled waffle cone while you went with a [favorite flavor] HEAVILY sprinkled cup.

“Enjoying the ice cream?” He asked, looking down at your clearly messy face.

“Yuh.” You replied, taking another mouthful. You stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, staring across the street before continuing like nothing had happened. Your dad noticed this, tilting his head in curiosity.

“Something wrong?” He followed where your gaze had rested a few moments before, spotting a group of kids who were currently laughing amongst themselves. He thought nothing of it until one of the kids pointed at him and began laughing wildly. Reid’s face immediately dropped into a frown. “Are those kids bullying you?”

“Umm.. yeah. It’s okay though dad, I’m strong like Uncle Morgan and you.” You replied, finishing a little more of your cone before throwing it out.

“Uhm, your very strong. But that doesn’t mean you have to do this alone, right?” Your dad finished his cone entirely before kneeling down to meet your level.

“I know-“

“It’s me and you in this big, wild, world. We need to protect each other, okay?”

“Mmokay.” You nodded, giving him the biggest hug you could.

And as the years go by

(And as the years go by)

Our friendship will never die

You're gonna see, it's our destiny

Running through the doors, you pushed past others until your Uncle Morgan came into view.

“What happened?! Is my dad alright?! Is he okay?!” You screamed at him, he turned to you in surprise.

“Kid! What in the world are you doing here?!” He questioned, he yelped as you gripped him by the shoulders.

“Is he?!?!” You yelped, turning to look around the hospital room and seeing a curtained bed. You rushed over and pulled the curtains aside to see your passed out father.

“Dad?” you whispered.

“Wuh- Huh?” Your father squinted, staring up at you. Your eyes widened.

“Areyouokay?IheardaboutthecaseandIcameassoonasIheard-“

“I-I’m? I-I’m ffffiNe??” Spencer’s shoulder slumped.

“…Dad?”

You've got a friend in me

(You've got a friend in me)

Yeah, you've got a friend in me

(You've got a friend in me)

Yeah, you've got a friend in me

(You've got a friend in me)

Yeah, you've got a friend in me

[End]

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[thegube]

ONCE AGAIN rewatching cm and :

spencer reid really gets prettier every episode pls

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