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this post was inspired by the loveliest of people, @forevermoreharrington and @munsonsfairy! you can check out their posts here and here!
i thought this was a cutie lil way to get to know me for any new followers here! i'm so happy you guys here!
all pics are originally from pinterest, i just slapped my favorite filter on them lol!
Winnie The Pooh
Bees!!!! i love bees sm
Spencer Reid, but specifically his prince hair era in S4 🫶🏻
Reading... and coffee lol
The matching flower crowns I got with my sister and cousin on vacation over the summer 🥺
Flowers, specifically baby's breath and daisies (or any flowers that come in white)
Steve Harrington, scoops!steve is a favorite though <3
Music! the collage is just a few of my favorite artists 🧡
Peanuts, though I love Snoopy and Woodstock the most (don't tell the other characters 🤫)
And so so much more!
Hope this was helpful in getting to know me! Even if it wasn't, I still think this is a cute idea 🧡
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maybe i just want a reason to look at pics of joseph quinn shhhhh
✨ 2022 vs 2023 ✨
send an emoji in my ask box and i’ll answer with designated 2022 joey and 2023 joey pictures.
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saw your post with the picture of you in the dress! replies are turned off but i just wanted to say that i think you look absolutely stunning and that the dress looks very pretty on you! 🫶🏻🧡
💕🥺 thank you i won’t go into detail why im struggling because it’s a lot but i do appreciate the kind words from you and everyone else. i just have trouble seeing it
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MADS!!! THE NEW THEME AND USERNAME IS SOOOOOO ❤️💞💝💗💘💌💕💓❣️🩷💕❤️💌❤️🩹❤️💞💘❣️🩷❤️🩹💘💝❣️💞❤️🩹💗💓💘
THANK YOU BESTIE I LOVE YOU SM
reputation is just THAT bitch and she deserves all the attention
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🎧 this seems fun! 🧡
“How romantic. Nothing like getting drunk and getting manic, on a mother fucking Monday. I Brush the bangs behind her lovely little ear, as she describes in detail how the end is truly near, wow”
Music Shuffle Game!!
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spencer reid recs
flower delivery | drabble, fluff | @ddejavvu
amidst the chaos | one shot, flangst | @a-simple-gaywitch
affection starved | drabble, fluff | deactivated blog
passive aggressive | imagine, flangst | @ddejavvu
falling asleep on someone | drabble, fluff | @ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused
guilt | two shot, angst (fluff in part 2) | @holly-the-trash-writer
touch | one shot, angst | @smurphyse
the guaranteed way to get to sleep | imagine, fluff | @radiant-reid
how to lie to a behavior analyst | series | @thatgirlstrawberry
come to bed | imagine, fluff | @thatgirlstrawberry
twisted | series | @dreamwritesimagines
insecure in bed | drabble, fluff, smut | @0anonnymouslyours0
easy fix | imagine, fluff | @judeswhore
his angel | drabble, fluff | @spencersties
habit of scratching | drabble, fluff | @ddejavvu
double vision in a rose blush | imagine, fluff | @irndad
just ten minutes | drabble, fluff | @actually-safer-to-kiss
a well-kept secret | one shot, flangst | @astrophileous
see it in your eyes | imagine, angst | @iheartswr
you look... sexy | imagine, fluff | @thegettingbyp2
my angel | one shot, flangst (more angst) | @imagining-in-the-margins
rib cage | one shot, angst | @imagining-in-the-margins
coffee at midnight | imagine, flangst (more fluff) | deactivated blog
sweet talk | imagine, fluff | @weird-is-life
unnecessary | imagine, fluff (little angst) | @mrs-weasley-reid
husband!spencer and moving | drabble, fluff | @junipers-archive
soft mornings | imagine, fluff | @gtgbabie0
film festival | imagine, fluff | @railingsofsorrow
it's not your fault | imagine, flangst | @dreamsontheirway (tw)
candlelit kisses | imagine, fluff | @gtgbabie0
this is me trying | one shot, trifecta (smut/angst/fluff) | @strawbeerossi
here for you | one shot, flangst | @weird-is-life
absolutely | one shot, flangst | @once-upon-an-imagine
speak your truth | imagine, flangst | @letstevengrantsleep
lemon & honey | imagine, fluff | @dreamsontheirway
all your being | imagine, fluff | @reidsaurora
chrysanthemums | drabble, fluff | @irndad
i love you | imagine, flangst | @gtgbabie0
truth | one shot, flangst (more angst) | @radiant-reid
drunk and needy spence | drabble, fluff | @autisticallyreid
decoy | one shot, flangst | @violetrainbow412-blog
domestic!spencer | drabble, fluff | @radiant-reid
keys to his place | imagine, fluff | @ddejavvu
meeting the team for the first time | imagine, fluff | @tinyluvs
reaching | drabble, fluff | @secretlovezz
the morning after | imagine, flangst | @actually-safer-to-kiss
sick with you | imagine, fluff | @buckyysdoll
loverboy | imagine, fluff | @queerpumpkinnn
too difficult to love | drabble, flangst (more fluff) | @radiant-reid
getting the hang of this "girlfriend" thing | imagine, fluff (some angst) | @cookiescribble
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My Reply | S.R
This one was a request from the lovely @reidsaurora-replies for my milestone celebration which got wildly out of hand. I think I damn near used every lyric of the song in this one. Also, Maeve does not exist in this universe. I felt like his phone calls with her were too similar to the letters with reader and not needed
Summary - Spencer writes his deepest tragedies down on paper for his pen pal. After ten years of exchanging letters and some divine intervention from JJ, the two of you finally come face to face.
CW - this one covers most of Spencer’s canon storylines including Tobis Hankel and his drug addiction, his moms illness, his fathers abandonment, getting shot in the knee, his headaches, Emily’s “death”, prison arc, Mr Scratch and Emily’s kidnapping, angst, interfering friends, lots of literary quotes.
WC - 6.3k
Making friends was always something Spencer Reid had been inherently bad at. He was always too young or too smart which always seemed to put people off of forming friendships with him.
When he joined the BAU, his team called themselves his friends. But Spencer knew if he’d met any of them outside of work he would have nothing in common with them.
They were simply friends by proximity, which admittedly was better than having no friends at all. But he couldn’t talk to them about everything, afraid to scare them away with talk of his mothers illness or his fathers abandonment.
And sometimes he just needed to talk to someone.
It was Garcia’s idea that he sign up for a pen pal. When she found out about his mom during the course of the fisher king case, he’d confessed that he didn’t feel comfortable talking to the team about such things.
At first she’d actually suggested talking to someone online, she had many online friends who she talked to in various chat rooms. But after almost an hour of trying to explain that to the technophobe doctor and getting little more than a deep frown in response, she changed tact.
A pen pal appealed to Spencer greatly. He already wrote daily letters to his mom and found it somewhat cathartic, getting his thoughts down on the page, but he never bothered her with the darker stuff.
The idea of a faceless person he’d never meet reading his deepest, darkest thoughts was actually intriguing to him. And so with the help of Penelope he found himself a pen pal.
In his first letter he’d just introduced the basics, his name and age, what he did for a living and that he lived in DC.
He went on to explain how hard he found it to make friends and the difficulties of talking to his already established friends about the darker parts of his life. He ended the letter with a quote from To Kill a Mockingbird.
“You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view…until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it.” - Harper Lee.
He received a reply little over a week later.
Your name was Y/N and you were twenty two, three years younger than him and a grad student at Columbia University. You told him you would be happy to read whatever he sent you, that you were more than willing for him to write to you about the things he didn’t tell his friends.
You signed off with a quote of your own quote from the book Infinite Jest.
“You will become way less concerned with what other people think of you when you realise how seldom they do.” - David Foster Wallace.
And so he did just as you said and he wrote another letter.
His second letter to you was five pages long. He went into great detail about his mothers illness, how he’d been left to deal with it alone at ten years old. He wrote about how he’d made the decision at eighteen years old to have her committed to a sanitarium.
He told you about growing up as a child prodigy in Las Vegas and how hard that was. You were the first person he ever told about Alexa Lisbon and being tied naked to a flagpole.
He spoke about the events surrounding Elle leaving the team and how it didn’t feel complete without her.
He ended the letter by apologising profusely that he’d wasted your time with his long winded rambles and said he hoped to hear from you soon and scrawled a quote from The Great Gatsby.
“The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.” - F. Scott Fitzgerald.
He said he would understand if you didn’t reply. But you did.
The letter took two weeks to arrive and you explained that it was because you wanted to really process his words and give each and every one of them the time they deserved. He read the last few lines of your letter over and over again in a loop even though they were etched into his memory after only one glance.
I wish there was something I could say, to erase each and every page you've been through,
even though it's not my place to save you.
“When I get lonely these days, I think: so be lonely. Learn your way around loneliness. Make a map of it. Sit with it, for once in your life. Welcome to the human experience. But never again use another person’s body or emotions as a scratching post for your own unfulfilled yearnings.” - Elizabeth Gilbert - Eat, Pray, Love.
He wasn’t familiar with the book and so he’d gone out and brought it and read it cover to cover within an hour.
Reading your letter made Spencer feel understood for the first time in his young life. You didn’t pass judgement on him. Spencer found that between the pages of your letters he found a kindred spirit.
The letters continued back and forth for several months until one day you didn’t receive a reply. His last letter had been penned to you on route to a case in Atlanta, which you’d responded to the day you received it. But there was radio silence from Spencer.
You shouldn’t have been as worried as you were, but you couldn’t help yourself. His letters had become such a huge part of your world, often rereading them hundreds of times just to make sure you didn’t miss any little nuance on the page.
His handwriting was ingrained within you, his scrawly, sometimes barely legible penmanship danced behind your eyelids every time you closed your eyes. His letters had rapidly become the best part of any day. And for over a year you didn’t receive a reply.
After a while you’d stopped holding out hope every time you collected your mail. Eventually you gave up ever expecting to hear from him again. Maybe he didn’t need you anymore. Perhaps he’d made a real life friend, maybe even a girlfriend and you’d been rendered ineffective.
But then little over a year after you sent your last letter, you found an envelope in your mail slot with the familiar handwriting you adored so much and the DC postmark.
Y/N,
I don’t really have any excuses, all I can say is I’m sorry. I have written you fifty three letters over the course of the last year but never mailed a single one. They are piled up on my desk, addressed and even stamped, but I couldn’t bring myself to mail them.
I’ve been struggling, I can’t lie to you. I can’t even lie to you through a letter and tell you I’ve been fine because I haven’t. I think you would see through my prose, know that I wasn’t being truthful. And you’ve never given me a reason to be anything but honest with you.
The case in Atlanta was one of the hardest I’ve ever worked. I’m not going to beat around the bush, I’m just going to tell what happened and hopefully this letter will end up with you and not in the pile on my desk.
I was kidnapped by the man we were hunting down. I spent two days tied to a chair being beaten within an inch of my life but a man with multiple personalities. In fact, that’s not strictly true. I wasn’t beaten within an inch of my life; one of the personas killed me.
I’m not entirely sure how long I was technically dead before he revived me but obviously not long enough to cause permanent neurological damage. Irreversible brain damage occurs after four minutes without oxygen so it stands to reason it was less than four minutes.
But during that time, my life flashed before my eyes, including every single word of every single one of your letters.
One of the alter’s drugged me in his own way of trying to save me. Drugging me was supposed to help with the pain, both mental and physical. I fought it at first, desperate for him not to stick that needle in my vein. But after that first hit, I stopped resisting.
I think you can probably already see where this is going. You’re incredibly smart and you seem to know me so well. After I shot Tobias Hankel dead I took three vials of dilaudid from his corpse.
I should have prefaced this by saying I am now ten months sober, and offered up the good news first. But there were several months that I continued using the drug in secret, hoping it would aid in erasing the memories of it all.
It took a case in New Orleans in which I met up with an old friend Ethan and ended up almost destroying my career for me to decide to get sober. I’ve had a lot of difficulties in my life, as you know, but getting clean is the hardest thing I have ever done.
And now for the first time in months I’m craving again. Maybe that’s why I’m writing to you, determined to send this letter this time. I need to know that everything is going to be ok and you are the only one that I will believe it from.
My team tries. Now it's all out in the open, they try to help. But you don’t even need to try. Your help is so effortless, so easy and I’m in real need of that right now.
His letter went on in this vein for another six pages. He also included several pages of handwritten poetry which he had copied out of a book to send you. With each word you consumed you felt your heart breaking for him a piece at a time.
And he signed off with a surprising choice of quote from The Lorax.
“Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It’s not.” - Dr Seuss.
You spent the next month or so trying to cultivate the perfect reply, but for the first time in your life, words failed you.
It was three days after Spencer received his one year sober chip that your letter arrived.
I got your letter and the poetry you sent me, postmarked in December of last year. I really hope you’re doing better, all your friends close by your side, one step closer to recovery.
I hope by the time you receive this you are close to one year sober, but if you didn’t make it you need to know that’s ok too. Life is full of ups and downs Spencer. If you didn’t make it this time you will the next time. Or the one after that.
If you relapsed I need you to not beat yourself up over it. You will be ok, Spencer Reid, for that I am certain.
“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside of you.” Maya Angelou - I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings.
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When he got shot in the knee, he wrote to you from the hospital. He told you how hard it was for him to turn down pain medication when he was in so much agony. But he was over two years sober now and he wouldn’t do anything to risk a relapse.
Your reply spoke of how proud of him you were and how you knew it couldn’t have been easy for him but you hoped the fact you were proud went some way to aid him.
He told you it meant more to him than you would ever know.
Then he started having headaches and the letters became sporadic. When he did write he told you how painful it was for him to try to focus on the words in front of him.
I’ve seen so many doctors and no one can tell me what’s wrong with me. It’s like they think I’m making it up, like this pain isn’t real.
On my good days it’s a dull throb but on the bad days it’s nearly paralysing. I’m so scared that this is a precursor for schizophrenia. I'm still young enough for my first break, and it is a genetic illness.
I love my mom but I can’t turn out like her, Y/N, I just can’t. I'm so, so scared.
But your letters are the greatest comfort to me. I don’t think there are words to describe how much they mean - I will try to surmise it with a quote from Charlotte's Web -
"'Why did you do all this for me?' he asked. 'I don't deserve it. I've never done anything for you.' 'You have been my friend,' replied Charlotte. 'That in itself is a tremendous thing.'" - E.B White.
You could feel his fear through the pages. His handwriting was somehow even harder to read than usual and sentences often tapered off with no ending. There were whole passages scribbled out so violently his pen had ripped the paper in places. There were crude drawings of brains and dark rain clouds in the margins.
Spencer,
I am so sorry you are going through this and that no one can give you the answers you seek. But this isn’t the end for you, even if it is schizophrenia, you can still live a full and normal life.
If you'll just hold on for one more second, if you just hold on to what you have, you will wake up tomorrow. Behind every rain cloud lies the sun. As Victor Hugo said in Les Miserables -
“Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.”
In his next few letters he seemed to be getting better, his headaches slowly dissipating until they only hassled him every once in a while. Things seemed to be looking up for him.
But then one of his best friends died.
His detailed letter told you all about Ian Doyle and Emily’s history with him and went on to conclude how she died on the operating table.
I’ve been through a lot of trauma in my life, lost a lot of people close to me but never like this. I’ve never had to bury someone I love and honestly I don’t know how to move past this.
My initial reaction has been dilaudid. It's the only thing I can think of to take the pain away.
Tell me not to do it, Y/N, please. Please tell me that this grief will get better and that using drugs again is not the answer. Please help me stay clean.
"When someone you love dies, and you're not expecting it, you don't lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time — the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers.” John Irving - A Prayer for Owen Meany
It took you longer than it should have done to formulate a reply. You felt pressured, like his sobriety hung in your hands. You hated that his friend had died but you didn’t think it was fair of him to put this on you. And you told him such.
Spencer,
I am sorry to hear about Emily, I know how close the two of you were. I’m no expert on grief, I can’t tell you how to deal with this.
You know full well that using dilaudid again is a bad idea, you really don’t need me to tell you that. Honestly, I’m a little frustrated at you for putting this on my shoulders.
I am always here to help Spencer, in any way I can but sometimes I think you expect too much from me. We’ve been trading letters back and forth for the better part of five years and I don’t think you’ve ever really asked me about myself aside from those first initial letters.
And it’s fine, you needed this friendship more than I did. But over time this has started to feel so one sided and I don’t always look forward to your letters as much as I once did.
I realise this is not the best time for me to be saying these things but I can’t hold back any longer. I’m glad I can be someone you can turn to but I have my own life, my own issues and I have no one to talk to about them.
You put too much pressure on me Spencer and it’s a lot to take. I’ve tried to help shoulder your misery all these years but it’s starting to bring me down. All I can say is you need to wake up, you've gotta believe; you can't give up. Time keeps going on without us, long after we're dead and gone.
And you finished it with a simple quote from After You by Jojo Moyes.
“No journey out of grief was straightforward. There would be good days and bad days.”
It was no surprise to you that you didn’t receive a reply.
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Y/N,
It’s been two years and I’m sorry for that. Two years, one month and eleven days. The truth is your last letter was hard for me to read as you can probably understand.
The hardest part of reading it was the fact that I knew you were right. I’ve been selfish all these years. I’ve treated you like a sounding board for my problems and never once asked how you were.
It's taken me time to write this because I wanted to get to a better place before I responded. I was angry at first, I felt like I was being abandoned again and my anger would not have been conducive.
Then I was hurt, hurt that the one person I thought would always be there for me had turned their back on me. I displaced my grief over Emily’s death onto you and anything I would have written in that time would have only been the rage fuelled epitaph of a grieving man.
And then once I dealt with those emotions, life simply got away from me. Emily was alive and well, her death was faked to get Doyle off of her back. Again I was angry about being lied to by my friends but eventually I was just happy she was alive.
Then I turned thirty and had a crisis of faith I suppose. I guess with my intellect I always assumed I would be doing something more with my life and turning thirty kind of threw me through a loop.
We had some changes to the team, new agents coming and going. All in all things have been somewhat hectic.
But that’s not why I’m writing.
I am writing because I really do want to know everything about you. I want you to be able to open up to me the way I always have to you. I want to be your shoulder, your repreve. I really hope I haven’t completely blown our friendship and I hope to be the kind of person who you can talk to.
These arms remain stretched out to you and maybe someday you'll accept them. Maybe it's too late to save a young girl's heart that's long stopped beating. But I hope that it isn’t.
“You have been in every way all that anyone could be…if anybody could have saved me it would have been you.” Jennifer Niven - All the Bright Places.
You wanted to tell him it was too little too late, that after two years of silence you weren’t interested anymore.
You wanted to simply not reply, ignore him entirely like he’d done to you.
But you couldn’t. And so you replied.
It was your longest letter to date, depicting in great detail how he’d made you feel over the years and all the hardships you’d faced without having someone to vent to.
But getting to write it all down had been purifying, and by the time you were finished you weren’t mad anymore.
I am willing to give this another shot, but things have to be different. If we’re to continue this friendship then it has to be a two way street.
But I can’t pretend that I haven’t missed your letters because I have. I see pieces of you between the words, parts of yourself I’m not sure you realise you leave on the page.
I’ve painted a picture of you in my mind's eye and even after two years with no letters, I’ve carried that picture with me wherever I go.
I feel like I somehow know you better than I know myself and I hope going forward you can start to know me the same way. Charlotte Bronte once said -
“Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear.” - Jane Eyre.
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Spencer didn’t know how it happened, he only knew that it had happened. Over the course of all the years writing to you it was almost a surprise it hadn’t happened sooner. Or maybe it had and he just didn’t realise until now.
Spencer Reid had fallen in love with the woman who wrote her prose to him.
It had been ten years of letters, every single one of which he kept in their envelopes in date order in the bottom drawer of his desk at home.
Those letters were his lifelines on bad days, the one thing that kept him tethered. He didn’t even know what you looked like, even what you sounded like but he loved you. He loved you with every fibre of his being.
And he couldn’t stop himself from telling you exactly what you meant to him. Even if it inevitably destroyed what the two of you had, he couldn’t stop the words from flying across the page.
So that’s pretty much everything that’s happened these past few weeks. Mom’s doing ok but obviously it's a huge adjustment for her and I’m not entirely sure how long I can keep her living with me but for now it works.
How did the interview go? I have absolutely no doubts that you blew them all away with your presentation, you’re a hard person not to fall in love with.
Your presence in my life has brightened my every waking minute. You once told me that behind every rain cloud lies the sun; you are the sun behind my clouds. Your letters bring me back to life, your handwriting penned onto my soul.
Is it foolish of me to be in love with someone I have never laid eyes on? William Makepeace Thackery said in Vanity Fair -
“It is better to have loved wisely, no doubt: but to love foolishly is better than not to be able to love at all.”
I suppose that’s as good of an answer as any.
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Five days after he penned his love confession, he was arrested in Mexico. Once all the drugs had left his system, only after he was extradited and arraigned and placed at Milburn was he able to dwell on the fact he never received your reply.
And being trapped in a cell gave him way too much time to think about that.
It was possible you had replied, maybe even just to tell him he was crazy to even think he could be in love with someone he had never met. But he was sure you wouldn’t have even bothered to respond, thinking him a lunatic you needed to cut ties with.
After a month in prison on one of JJ’s visits she brought a letter with her which she had found in his apartment. She recognised the handwriting on the envelope from several she’d seen him reading over the years.
She wasn’t allowed to give him the letter but she offered to read it to him. At first he’d declined because he had no idea what to expect from your reply but after several long minutes he’d decided to let JJ read it to him.
Spencer,
I am pleased to hear your mom is doing well but I do think you know that this solution won’t work in the long run. You say you live in a one bedroom apartment? You and I both know that you can’t sustain having your mother live there permanently. But I know you and I know you will figure out what’s best for you both.
The interview was amazing and they offered me the job on the spot. If it wasn’t for all your help with the presentation there is no way I would have gotten it, so thank you so much for that.
As for the other thing…
For some time now I have been wondering about feelings I didn’t understand. You’ve been such a large part of my life for so long and even though we’ve never met I feel like we have, if that makes sense? I feel like in my heart I know you. My heart knows your heart.
Falling for you was as inevitable as the sun rising each morning. Perhaps it is foolish but I believe Thackeray knew what he was talking about. And I also believe Emily Bronte was talking about me and you when she said, “Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
Spencer had interrupted JJ then, when she was smiling from ear to ear as she read your words out loud.
“That’s enough.” He cut her off, burying his head in his hands.
“Wow, Spence, I had no idea you’d met someone.”
“I haven’t met anyone. She is simply a woman at the other end of a series of letters.”
“How long?” JJ placed the pages down in front of her.
Spencer looked up at her, a small blush on his cheeks. He didn't want to be talking about this, least of all on the other side of a plexiglass screen with his other inmates nearby but he responded all the same.
“Ten years.” He shrugged.
“Ten years?” JJ sounded incredulous. “Ten years of letters and you’ve never met? Why?”
“I, uh, it never really came up.” It wasn’t a lie, you’d never once discussed meeting in all those years.
“Is it like a distance thing? Does she live far away?”
“No,” He sighed with a shake of his head. “She’s in New York.”
“New York!” She huffed. “New York is a five hour train journey, Spence!”
“Jennifer, now is really not the time for this.” He lowered his voice as JJ’s had garnered eyes in their direction. “There is really no point in discussing this as we have no idea when or even if I’m going to get out of here.”
“Don’t say that.” She shook her head.
“It’s true.” He shrugged sadly. “I really can’t think about all this right now, ok? Just take the letter back to my apartment and pretend you didn’t see it. Please?”
If it weren’t for the desperation in his eyes she might have argued it. But she didn’t want to waste what little time she got to spend with Spencer fighting.
“Ok.” She relented with a small roll of her eyes.
“Thank you, JJ.” He offered a tight lipped smile. “How are the boys?”
JJ filled him in but she wasn’t really focused anymore. In her head, she was already penning a letter of her own…
Y/N,
My name is Jennifer Jareau, JJ, and I work with Spencer at the BAU. I’m not sure if he’s mentioned me to you or not. He hasn’t really told me too much about you if I’m honest. But I have learned that he has strong feelings for you and you for him. I’m wondering if I can make a suggestion…
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When you received the strange letter from Spencer’s friend JJ in response to yours, you’d been initially extremely confused as to why he was letting his teammates read your secret correspondence.
But when she’d gone on to tell you that Spencer had been arrested along with all the details surrounding his incarceration and how she’d read your letter to him during their visitation, you started to understand.
But then a few days later, before you had a chance to reply to her, you received another letter from Spencer with a postmark from Milburn Correctional Facility.
Y/N,
Maybe Thackeray and Bronte were right or maybe they were wrong, I can’t say for sure. What I can say with certainty is that I can’t carry on like this a moment longer.
Something has happened to me, it won’t be hard for you to figure out what as soon as you see the postmark. I am not willing to get into it or explain how I ended up here. But I have no idea how long I am going to be inside and I don’t want the rest of our communication to be sent through a string of guards who will pick apart each tormented sentence.
I ask you not to write me back. This has to be the end of the road my dear. This letter has to be our last. I don’t know how much longer I will continue to be able to live like this. Each day my hope dies a little more and I’m sure I won’t make it out of here alive.
I am writing simply to say thank you. Thank you for all your years of listening, for all your patience and kind words and your hopeful prose. In my darkest hours you have shown me the light, dragged me out of the shadows of my own creation.
I love you for all that you are and all that you have done but even you can’t save me this time. This really might be the end for me and I don’t want you to blame yourself. You are the only reason I made it this far in this treacherous game we call life.
Take care of yourself, continue to live your absolute best life. And in time I pray that you forget me and are able to love someone far more tangible.
All that is left to say can be summed up by a quote from The Miniaturist -
“You are the sunlight through a window, which I stand in, warmed. My darling.” Jessie Burton.
You replied firstly to Spencer, his heartbreaking words more pressing than JJ’s letter. You kept it short and to the point, knowing that various other prison guards would read it before it even made it to his hands.
I appreciate but can't accept this thank you note that's sealed with your last breath and I won't stand aside and listen to you give up.
You are stronger than that Spencer Reid and if I know anything about your team from all the years of hearing you speak of them it’s that they are the best at what they do and they will prove your innocence.
Just remember what Ernest Hemmingway said in A Farewell to Arms -
“The world breaks everyone and afterward many are stronger at the broken places.”
You will be stronger at those broken places, Spencer, I have no doubt about it.
And besides, if you don’t make it out of there, how do you propose to ever meet me?
Whilst on a role, you grabbed a clean sheet of paper and started scrawling again.
Jennifer,
Thank you for your letter. I have spent some time musing on your suggestion and I think you might be right.
I think it's time for me to take a trip to DC…
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Spencer never opened your last letter because he had no intention of replying to it. If he didn’t read it, he could pretend you had never sent it and he wouldn’t be tempted to write a response.
Instead he stuffed it between the pages of his book and tried not to think about it.
After two and half months his team proved his innocence and he was released but he was thrown into the deep end of trying to find his mother.
And even once he found her unscathed, he was rapidly thrust right into Scratch’s web after he kidnapped Emily.
Taking the elevator back up to the BAU alongside JJ after they’d escorted Emily to the hospital it already felt like a lifetime had passed since he left prison. And all he wanted to do was chronicle all of it to you.
Maybe once the dust settled, once he’d wrapped his head around everything that happened he would open your letter and send you a reply.
But for the first time in ten years, Spencer didn’t want to drag you into his mess.
JJ was strangely quiet as the elevator made its ascent. He didn’t even want to be here, he’d planned on going straight home after leaving the hospital. He hadn’t slept in his own bed for two and a half months and he couldn’t wait to collapse into it.
But JJ had insisted that instead of him getting the metro home, if he popped back to the BAU with her to collect some paperwork, she would drive him home.
And honestly he was just too exhausted to decline.
JJ’s eyes were hyper focused on the digital floor numbers as they got higher. A few seconds after it displayed number five, one floor below the BAU, she turned and looked at him.
“Don’t hate me for this.” She blurted out.
“Excuse me?” Spencer frowned, too tired to try to understand what she meant.
“I couldn’t just let it go.” She shrugged, a guilty smile on her lips.
“Let what go?” His frown deepened.
Her eyes flicked back upwards as the number five rolled into the number six and the elevator started to judder as it prepared to stop.
“Just remember I love you and that’s the only reason I interfered.” She shrugged as the elevator stopped entirely and soon the doors were peeling open.
Spencer looked away from her and out of the open doors to where someone was standing just a few feet back.
Spencer’s eyes landed on the stranger only it wasn’t a stranger. He wasn’t sure how, but he knew exactly who this person was standing on the BAU floor.
He remembered the way JJ had read him your letter and how you’d told him your heart knows his heart.
Well his heart knew yours too. And he knew the heart beating a few feet away from him was yours.
“Y/N?” He croaked, slowly stepping out of the elevator but not too close to you.
“Spencer?” You smiled at him, the kind that reached all the way to your eyes.
Neither of you noticed JJ slipping quietly away, wanting to give you some privacy.
“What are you doing here?” His brows were furrowed and he was rolling his bottom lip between his teeth.
“You’re friend JJ wrote to me. She told me everything that happened to you. And she made me realise that ten years is too long to wait for a first meeting.” Your voice was like honey to Spencer’s ears.
Your prose was beautiful, but hearing the words from your lips as you stood in front of him in all your ethereal glory was more than any letter could convey.
“I…I am actually speechless.” He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck.
“You? Speechless?” You giggled and Spencer felt the sound all the way to his heart.
“You’ll come to learn I am much more of a wordsmith on paper. In person I am incredibly awkward and often trip over my words. I ramble when I’m nervous or clam up entirely, no in between. I spout facts and statistics rather than have a meaningful conversation. I am much more comfortable writing my words down on paper than speaking them out loud.” He let the words spill out of his mouth, proving his point entirely.
“I’ve waited ten years to hear your voice. Please never stop talking.” You smiled so brightly at him he felt like he was floating.
You were here in front of him, not just hidden between pages of letters. You were real, tangible; within his reach.
And suddenly the last thing Spencer wanted to do was talk.
He took a few tentative steps towards you and cautiously raised a hand to your cheek. You sighed in content when he cupped your face and nuzzled against his palm.
“I could talk to you about anything and everything all day long, my love.” He smiled, inching his face closer to yours. “But at this moment in time I have one slightly more pressing desire to do with my mouth rather than speak.”
“Oh yeah?” You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer.
The warmth of your body and your smile encompassed him. As he looked into your eyes, finally looked into your eyes, every bad thing that had ever happened to him slipped away.
“Love starts as a feeling, but to continue is a choice. And I find myself choosing you, more and more every day.” He quoted Justin Wetch’s Bending the Universe.
“Spence?”
“Yes Y/N?”
“As sweet as that is, I thought there were more pressing desires to use your mouth for?”
“If you insist.” He smiled and quickly closed the small space between you.
When his lips finally met yours it felt like all the pieces of the universe were falling into place.
For ten long years you’d communicated in the pages of letters, constructing replies to what felt like one sided conversations that were confined to only live on paper.
As the kiss deepened every single one of those words seemed to float in the air around you, spiralling like a tornado made of a decade worth of missives.
He swore he could hear each and every word whispered to him in the voice he’d longed to hear all these years as he kissed you like you were the most important being on the face of the earth.
And when he pulled back and mumbled I love you against your lips, it was the easiest reply you’d ever given.
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spencer reid . iv
✦ = finished | ✧ = not finished
Feel free to recommend me some more fics! If there is any author that doesn’t want their work on here pls let me know and I’ll remove it. Series are at the bottom. Be warned for spoilers. I will not be adding spoiler warnings so tread lightly. please lmk if links arent working
back to <- spencer reid . iii
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Bets by @eideticreid
genre: fluff, fem reader, bau reader | summary: You and Spencer have managed to keep your relationship a secret from the BAU, but who wins the bets when the team finally realise your secret?
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books and bruises by @recollins
genre: fluff, slight angst, fem reader, established relationship | summary: reid has a secret girlfriend that the team doesnt know about then something happens to spencer and the team meets her by chance and everyone is surprised and start piecing together why reid declined to go out all those times and stuff
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Bonding by @fandom-monium
genre: fluff, slight angst, gn reader, bau reader | summary: In which you suddenly transfer into the BAU, and Spencer is too socially awkward. (alternatively, the failed attempts Spencer makes trying to connect with you.) “You’ve been profiling me, Doc?”
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Caught by @a-bau-tiful-mind
genre: fluff, fem reader, established relationship | summary: Spencer has a girlfriend and the team doesn’t know about her until they catch him kissing her.
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Crashing by @writersblockedx
genre: fluff, fem reader, established relationship | summary: It just so happens that girl’s night is taking place at Y/n and Spencer’s favourite restaurant.
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Complimentary Colors by @street-smarts00
genre: fluff, slight angst, fem reader, bau reader | summary: After recently joining the team, you and Spencer could never get along. What started off as you two ignoring each other turned into bickering at work. What happens when a stressful moment for you turns into an opportunity to get to know this fascinating coworker of yours?
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"Didn't Know" by @reidsaurora
genre: fluff, fem reader, bau reader | summary: Y/N doesn't even realize that she's been cranky, gaining weight, and extremely picky with what she eats. On the contrary, Spencer does notice, and knows exactly why she's been acting this way.
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Don't Go to See Her by @aperrywilliams
genre: slight angst, fluff, fem reader, bau reader | summary: After the team saved Austin, the signs point that she and Spencer are romantically involved. Reader is not amused by the idea. Are her suspicions correct?
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Enough is Enough by @curlswithcreativity
genre: fluff, fem reader, bau reader | summary: Y/N is tired of waiting for Spencer to ask her out… so it’s time to take matters into her own hands
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Falling For you. by @boldlyvoid
genre: fluff, fem reader, bau reader | summary: spencer reid x BAU!reader but they’re in a secret relationship, and basically she gets him to watch all these romcoms, so when he makes a reference to something like Notting Hill or You’ve Got Mail and then the whole secret is blown.
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Forgetmenot by @thepsychewrites
genre: angst, fluff, gn reader, bau reader | summary: You and Spencer are feeling the aftermath of the biggest fight you have ever gotten in, one that was fueled by Emily’s return, both in life and to the BAU. Will he be able to save your friendship? More importantly, is he finally ready to confess the one lie he has kept from you?
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hate by @hercleverboy
genre: slight angst, fluff, fem reader, bau reader | summary: #36 ↠ “Do you trust me?” “No.” #41 ↠ “You say you hate him but your red face is telling me otherwise.”
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honey and glass . ii by @sarcasmandships
genre: angst, fluff, gn reader, fbi reader | summary: i am in love with spencer reid but he only has eyes for jennifer jareau
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In Another Life . ii by @ssimagines
genre: angst, slight fluff, fem reader | summary: You and Spencer have been together for nearly a year. In a surprising turn of events, you find yourself looking for a way out.
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Lunch Meetings by @spookydrreid
genre: fluff, fem reader, established relationship | summary: surprising reid at work and meeting the team
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I love you, please don't break my heart by @unholyobsessions
genre: fluff, fem reader | summary: Falling in love is stupid, or it was until you met him.
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Maroon . ii by @wtfevenismypage
genre: fluff, fem reader, bau reader | summary: you're all at Rossi's mansion for the weekend for poker, pasta and cigars. Spence is getting Rossi's place ready with him, and the guys and won't shut up about how much he fancies you, and the guys all encourage him to tell you and you're at Emily's with the girls getting in the car for the weekend. They know how you feel about him, and how he feels about you. One evening, you're all super drunk and Spence blurts out his feelings for you.
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Not Your Backup by @imagining-in-the-margins
genre: fluff, angst, femr eader | summary: Following JJ’s confession, Spencer and JJ argue about her unwarranted jealousy of his girlfriend.
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Reunited by @angelbaugh-writes
genre: angst, fluff, gn reader, bau reader | summary: coming back to the team after your breakup with spence
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Sundays by @definitelynotkatesblog
genre: angst, fem reader | summary: Reader helps Spencer grieve the loss of a loved one, and loses parts of herself in the process.
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secret by @avenging-fandoms
genre: fluff, fem reader, bau reader | summary: having a secret relationship with reid bc y'all are both working in the same field
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Spencer's Secret by @thatgirlstrawberry
genre: fluff, fem reader, established relationship | summary: In which Spencer doesn't answer his phone and the team goes to check on him and an unfamiliar person answers the door
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too little too late . ii by @multiharlot
genre: angst, fluff, fem reader | summary: spencer and y/n have been together for about eight months and she’s beginning to pick up on some things she wish she could remain oblivious to.
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The Next Three Years by @think-blot
genre: fluff, fem reader, established relationship | summary: The past three years of your life were the best they could possibly be all because of Spencer Reid. You wish you could take the next step but his job keeps him from making it. Then he comes back from a case, ready for you to finally meet the team, and you’re none the wiser to what he has planned.
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Third by @mindfullycriminal
genre: angst, fem reader, bau reader, established relationship | summary: A bombing suspect causes Spencer to react without using logic, and you’re forced to accept your place in his life.
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touches . ii by @lipstickstainz
genre: fluff, angst, gn reader, bau reader | summary: Spencer doesn’t like to be touched. But what happens, when he gets comfortable around you? | tw/warnings: normal crimi violence, gun, blood, injury
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too late . ii by @reidamancy
genre: angst, fluff, fem reader | summary: Spencer and you never got closure after you broke up. But hidden feelings and confessions reveal themselves when you’ve been abducted. Now Spencer is forced to analyze a voicemail you left for him to try and save you before it’s too late. | tw/warnings: detailed descriptions of kidnapping , knife and gun usage, slight mentions of blood and drugs
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Unrequited . ii by @cacoetheswriting
genre: angst, fluff, fem reader, bau reader | summary: feelings are shared in a stressful moment | tw/warnings: normal criminal minds violence, reader being held at g"npoint
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Wallpaper by @httpnxtt
genre: fluff, gn reader (derek calls reader princess once), bau reader | summary: reader is determined to make spencer smile even if it means changing his wallpaper to see his smile for a second.
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soulmates by @sometimesiwritebadly
genre: fluff, angst, fem reader, soulmates au, established relationship | summary: You and Spencer live in a world where soulmates can read each other’s minds. | notes: this can be read as a series or individual fics
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Masterlist : Criminal Minds
Criminal Minds
Spencer Reid x Reader
* = Smut (Minors DNI) II Beware of the TW please
Basically anything from @imagining-in-the-margins but here my very favourites:
Different dialects (Fem!Autistic!Reader. Spencer is trying to tell Reader he likes her, but it feels like they speak entirely different languages.)
Impromptu (Fem!Reader learns some shocking news when a case lands her in the hospital.)
Fairytales (Dad!Spencer comes home to his very tired wife and even more tired child who refused to go to bed without a bedtime story from their dad.)
Growing Pains (Spencer finds unfamiliar lingerie in the laundry. When he confronts his wife, he learns it belongs to their teenage daughter.)
From @fortheloveofwonderland (check her whole masterlist, you won't be disappointed):
A Memory Locked in the Heart (Fem!Reader, eighteen years ago you met a boy named Spencer Reid whilst visiting your mother at Bennington Sanitorium. This time you are meeting under entirely different circumstances; across the table of an interrogation room.)
Mothers Daughter (fem! single mom! Reader, your mother was a keeper of secrets. She kept them so well, for so long she even managed to keep them hidden from herself. And now you find yourself face to face with the love of your life after ten years, you find yourself starting to wonder if you are your mothers daughter after all. Reunion Challenge)
We continue with the lovely @foxy-eva (all her masterlist is worth the checking, just go go~):
Reflections (Fem! Reader, the kindness Spencer Reid shows to a child seems to impress Fem!Reader a little too much)
Lipstick Stains * (Fem!Reader, the shade of your new lipstick is too much for Spencer to handle)
Miscellaneous Authors:
Any Other Weigh @reidsaurora (Fem!Reader, a small collection of stories about the times Spencer told Y/N about how big their baby was getting every week)
The Lanky Guy in Room 603 @samuel-de-champagne-problems (Fem!Reader, Meeting in the delivery room with midwife Y/N)
A Trip to Remember @dr-spencer-reids-queen (Mermaid!Reader, For three thousand years, you’ve known only what the lake has to offer you. No human contact for three thousand years, yet, always being surrounded by them. Everything changes when you meet Spencer Reid)
Dear Theodosia @violetrainbow412-blog (Fem!Reader, Dad!Spencer stays one afternoon to care for your three-month-old twins and reflects on how much he loves them)
Darling & Dandelion @eideticmemory (Fem!Reader, Spencer is a lot of things to you. Your baby daddy, your lover, your best friend, and a massive pain in your ass)
Friends to lovers with Spencer @gtgbabie0 (Fem!Reader, Spencer needs comfort)
BFF @babymetaldoll (Fem!Reader, Spencer meets his best friend from school after 12 years apart)
Wife @specialagentlokitty (Autistic!Reader, Spencer Reid with a wife who is autistic and when she comes to visit the team doesn’t know what to do until Reid comes and finds her sitting at his desk)
10 Days @boldlyvoid (Fem!Reader, it's Spencer's first father's day and he's extremely emotional about the little love of his life that he's only just met. he spends the day with his baby, Edwin, and his wife, crying and happy about how wonderful new little lives are)
Here for you @weird-is-life (Fem!Reader, 4 times you take care of Spencer and one time he takes care of you)
[Not named] @tinyluvs (Fem!Reader, Being Spencer’s girlfriend and meeting the team for the first time)
[Not named] @ddejavvu (GN!Reader, Spencer Reid and s/o who bites their nails)
Aaron Hotchner x Reader
Basically check all the masterlist of @specialagentlokitty but here are my favourites Aaron ones:
Please help me (Teen!Reader, Reader has abusive parents and Hotch and reader are neighbors and reader asks Hotch for help knowing he’s an FBI agent) TW: Abusive Parents
Safe (Child!Reader, Aaron rescues her from a kidnapping but then refuses to leave her side at the hospital)
As slow as you need (Fem!Reader, Hotch x reader where reader flinches)
TW: Mentions of abusive ex
Miscellaneous Authors:
Can't Lose You @reidsaurora (Fem!Reader, When Hotch gets attacked during a case and ends up in the hospital, Y/N realizes she can't lose him without telling him about her feelings)
Derek Morgan x Reader
The first time @specialagentlokitty (Fem!Reader, Dancing at JJ's wedding)
Obsession @dr-spencer-reids-queen (Fem!Reader, You’re a target for someone who is obsessed with you, and so you offer yourself as bait to catch the guy)
Like a date? @dr-spencer-reids-queen (Fem!Reader, Your older sister brings you to her work, and you get a lot more than you bargained for)
Spring Carnival @storiesofsvu (Fem!Reader, Sweet time at the carnival)
Placing bets @cafeacademia (Fem!Reader, Since you started at the BAU, you and Derek have picked up a fun way to get to know more about each other. By making bets, the person who wins gets to ask any question they like to the loser and the loser much answer truthfully. But maybe there's a bit more that just a bit of fun to the bets...)
It's Always Been You @reidsaurora (Fem!Reader, When Agent Y/N Y/L/N gets injured on the job, Derek Morgan is the one to take care of her afterward. However, neither of them expected that him simply cleaning her wounds would turn into a love confession)
#untilnextchapter#untilnextchapter rec#criminal minds#criminal minds x reader#cm x reader#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid fanfic#x reader#aaron hotch x reader#aaron hotchner#derek morgan#derek morgan x reader#aaron hotch fanfiction#derek morgan fanfiction#it's a first cm rec masterlist#i'm pretty sure more will come with time#i think it's a prettier masterlist than aib#i'm pretty proud of myself tbh#writers on tumblr
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little Valentine's Day blurb
Spencer x female bau reader
CW: short and unedited because I just missed writing that I wrote what came to my mind.
He walked into the flower shop hands shaking, his bottom lip almost bleeding with how hard he is biting it, he is second guessing himself wondering if you would finally see him or if you would laugh behind his back. The scent of flowers attacking him left and right, but one single bouquet catching his attention above all others. This bouquet did not have one single rose instead it was full of sunflowers, reminding him of the ray of sunshine you bring into his life.
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He walked into the BAU immediately noticing how Penelope decked out the bullpen with hearts everywhere. Taking advantage of the empty bullpen he secretly leaves the sunflowers in your desk, hoping that you would like them. Lost in his own mind he did not hear you walk in nor did he hear you calling his name over and over again.
"Spence!!!" you finally scream to grab his attention
"sorry what?"
giggling you say "I asked if you saw who you left these here for me?"
"oh.. no sorry" he replied sheepishly
What Spencer did not know is that one Luke Alvez had seen him from the corner of the kitchenette, already plotting on how he would play cupid to get you both together because he knew that you were the reason that math equation cookies where currently hidden on his desk drawer along with a secret admirer note.
Not sure who is active on my taglist so just tagging a couple of friends I know might like to read this. Feedback greatly appreciated
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#spencer reid x reader#criminal minds#spencer reid fanfiction#dr. spencer reid#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer reid blurb
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🧁 Sparkling Strawberry Lemonade - send me a thing and i'll cast my mutuals as it!
CM CHARACTERS ✨😜
oh my gosh, this is gonna be so hard 😩
🧁 Sparkling Strawberry Lemonade - send me a thing and i'll cast my mutuals as it!
birthday bash | ask box
Penelope - myself hehe
Elle - @reidselle duh
Spencer - @dungeons-are-too-cold
Hotch - @sadgirlml (my workaholic queen 🫶🏻)
JJ - @samuel-de-champagne-problems or @reidsbookclub
Derek - @broken-stardust because they're both my favorite gay men ✨️
Emily - @writingquillsandpainpills because they're both bad ass bitches 😌
Tara - @gay-prentiss (can't explain it, it just makes sense)
Luke - @lukeclvez (a given, but also they do radiate similar energy)
Rossi - @writer-in-theory because they feel so grandpa /pos
Gideon - @clarawatson (sorta inside joke lol, the CM Jet girlies get it)
#ask#asks#ask box#inbox#inbox ask#inbox asks#anon#anons#anon ask#anon asks#answered!#thanks moot!#grecy 🌻#emmy interacts#cast your mutuals#criminal minds#my auroras 🪩✨️#reidsaurora#reidsaurora's birthday bash!
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𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐨: 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐬'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
What is up, my fellow sluts and whores? Well, other than the obvious 😉
Sorry, anyway, it has been a hot minute since I have posted on here (apologies on my end, my brain is fried lol) but today I'm here to change that! I have put together some good ol' slutty fanfics for you guys to indulge in. Candy's not the only treat you're getting this year 😌
As always, this celebration is not limited to just this account. There will of course be SFW fics on both @reidsaurora and @honeysuckleharringtons if those tickle your fancy as well!
▪︎ October 25th:
Steve Harrington 🕯 Pitchin' A Tent?
In which Reader and Muse try on their old scouts uniforms in hopes of using them for Halloween costumes.
▪︎ October 26th:
Aaron Hotchner 🕯 Michael Myers and Chill
In which Reader and Muse completely abandon their horror movie in favor of more desired activities.
▪︎ October 27th:
Jonathan Byers 🕯 Love Potion No. 9
In which Reader and Muse accidentally consume a serum of desire and have to find some way to rid themselves of their pent up feelings.
▪︎ October 28th:
Luke Alvez 🕯 Seven Minutes In Hell
In which Reader and Muse are paired for a game of 'Seven Minutes In Heaven' at the office's annual Halloween Party.
▪︎ October 30th:
Eddie Munson 🕯 Oh, Bite Me!
In which Reader proceeds to tease Muse in a haunted house.
▪︎ October 31st:
Spencer Reid 🕯 It's A Scream!
In which Reader and Muse simply cannot wait long enough to take off their costumes after a long night of keeping their hands off each other.
mutuals! feel free to share the sluttiness!
@dungeons-are-too-cold @rupsmorge @reidsbookclub @writer-in-theory @serenity-lattes @foxy-eva @reidselle @battymunson @reputationmunson
celebration post art: me!
halloween dividers: @firefly-graphics
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𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐨: 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐬'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡
Very long time no see, my friends. I went through a phase where writing absolutely sucked and I just could not come up with any ST fics but!!! I am here to change that now 😌
In honor of everyone's (yes, everyone's) favorite holiday, I have put together a compilation of Halloween-themed fics for all of you lovely people to enjoy!
As always, this will not be limited to just one of my blogs! There will of course be fics posted over on @reidsaurora and @hornyhornyhimbos (MDNI!!) if those also pique your interest.
▪︎ October 25th:
Billy Hargrove 🦇 Tossing Me the Car Keys
In which Reader and Muse go for a little late-night drive, Muse having a somewhat hidden motive behind the activity.
▪︎ October 26th:
Steve Harrington 🦇 Spill Your (Pumpkin) Guts
In which Reader and Muse have a little competition to see who can carve the better pumpkin.
▪︎ October 28th:
Jonathan Byers 🦇 The Perfect Canvas
In which Reader uses Muse to practice their Halloween costume makeup.
▪︎ October 31st:
Eddie Munson 🦇 Black Cats Need Candy Too
In which Reader and Muse receive an unexpected trick-or-treater at their door.
mutuals! feel free to spread the word if you'd like!
@dungeons-are-too-cold @writer-in-theory @rupsmorge @serenity-lattes @stevesmunsons @appocalipse @reputationmunson @battymunson @sadgirlml @gay-prentiss
celebration post art: me!
halloween dividers: @firefly-graphics
#writing#writing challenge#halloween#halloweek#halloween fics#fictober#stranger things#stranger things x reader#stranger things imagines#billy hargrove#billy hargrove x reader#billy hargrove imagines#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson imagines#jonathan byers#jonathan byers x reader#jonathan byers imagines#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington imagines#imagine#imagines#one shot#one shots#fics#fanfic#fanfiction#honeysuckleharringtons#honeysuckleharringtons's halloweek bash!
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tagged by @haleapologist <3
tagging, no pressure!: @andrewblur @goethites @arthursdent @lucydonato @honestlydarkprincess @reidsaurora
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Scarlet’s Milestone Concert Oneshots 🎵
I am still taking requests for song fics for my concert celebration. Find the lyric list here.
Sugar, We’re Going Down - Luke Alvez has the unjust reputation of being a ladies man. All he really wants is to settle down and when he meets you, he thinks he’s found the woman he’s been searching his whole life for. The only thing standing in his way is your boyfriend. Luke Alvez x Fem! Reader | Requested by @telepathay
Blinding Lights - Spencer is ten months sober and struggling to ward off his cravings. When a case takes the team to his hometown, he knows there’s only one face that can keep him from falling off the wagon. Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader | Requested by @foxy-eva
Home - The five times Spencer took you home and the one time he needed you to return the favour. Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader | Requested by @aperrywilliams
Home is Such a Lonely Place - You and Spencer’s whirlwind romance comes to an abrupt end when you both get job offers in different countries. But home is just too lonely for him to bear without you. Spencer Reid x Reader | Requested by @telepathay
Pompeii - Spencer Reid is stuck in a rut, bored by his mundane life. But one conversation with a stranger prompts his whole life to change. And he knows he’ll never be bored again. Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader | Requested by Anon
Plastic Promises - Spencer finds himself in a toxic relationship. But you make it so hard for him to walk away. Spencer Reid x Reader | Requested by Anon
Ancient History - After you and Spencer break up, you just can’t seem to stay away from each other. But casual sex with the person you love will only do more harm than good, so you have to decide if you have a future together or if your relationship is fated to be ancient history. Spencer Reid x Reader | Requested by @isisjen
You’re the Cure - You’ve always been the ray of light in Spencer Reid’s often dark life. But in the wake of his incarceration, can you be his cure? Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader | Requested by @dreatine
My Reply - Spencer writes his deepest tragedies down on paper for his pen pal. After ten years of exchanging letters and some divine intervention from JJ, the two of you finally come face to face. Spencer Reid x Reader | Requested by @reidsaurora-replies
My Own Worst Enemy - Spencer’s insecurities have always been a hurdle for Luke to overcome. And then the younger man gets drunk and a fight ensues, one they may never come back from. Spencer Reid x Luke Alvez | Requested by @andiebeaword
She Will Be Loved - Spencer knows your pain as well as you know it yourself and he’ll do anything to shoulder some of the burden for you. Even if you’ll never reciprocate his feelings, as long as he’s alive you will always be loved. Spencer Reid x Reader | Requested by @matthew-gray-gubler-lover
The Reason - Spencer’s drug addiction cost him everything: his job, his friends and the love of his life. When he finally decides to get clean, can he convince you that you were the reason for his newfound sobriety? Spencer Reid x Reader | Requested by @thebloomingeagle
Somebody That I Used to Know - Spencer Reid x Reader | Requested by Anon
Sunshine - Spencer Reid x Reader | Requested by @c-m-stuff
Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off - Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader | Requested by Anon
Magic 8 - Spencer and Luke’s relationship is on rocky ground as Spencer starts to regret never getting to be with a woman. When Luke suggests inviting Spencer’s favourite barista to join them in the bedroom, all signs point to yes. Ralvez x Reader | Requested by @/andiebeaword
#milestone celebration#spencer reid#criminal minds#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid x reader#luke alvez fanfiction#luke alvez x reader
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