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spentfromspence · 1 year

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JJ: Why are you sad?

Spencer: i don’t know.

JJ: So just for no reason?

Spencer: Oh no, there are plenty of reasons i’m just not sure which it is this time.

#this could really work for any of the team members #criminal minds #criminal minds incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #incorrect criminal minds #reid #spencer reid #jj #jennifer jareau #jeid #not a jeid fan but this could be seen as jeid #cm #sad spencer reid #BAU needs a break #criminal minds fandom

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hozierisgod · 8 months

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REID IS 24 IN THIS EPISODE.

IN 6 YEARS HE’S 30.

30.

THIRTY.

Clip : Season 1 Episode 17

Context : The BAU is trying to find a vigilante themed UnSub and this vigilante is killing the bad guys. A person they interview asks Reid what he would do in the future, if his spirit will break.

#spencer reid #reid #criminal minds #aaron hotchner #hotch #sad spencer reid #but why #whyyyyy #why must life be so cruel #easter eggs #foreshadowing

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reid-whump · 3 months

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Send me whump/spencer Reid prompts please!!

#whump prompts #caretaker x whumpee #whumpee spencer reid #captive whump #whump fic #whump #whump prompt #spencer reid whump #sad spencer reid #spencer reid smut #based off a spencer reid whump story i’m writing haha #single father spencer reid #dad spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds

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re-rencc · 1 year

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voiceless, a oneshot reid centric about that one time in amplification when he couldnt talk that well, its mostly me exploring his character but o well here it is

read on AO3

Spencer considers himself a fairly reasonable person, he was always able to stay grounded when in situations of stress, so when he realize the situation he was in, he doesn't panic, he does not panic when Morgan tries to enter and when he starts having trouble breathing, he kept calm when looking for something of use in the lab, and kept moving and thinking, but even then he was losing hope, not entirely but enough to make a desperate call to garcia just so that his mother could have the comfort of hearing his voice one more time.

Morgan was still there when he got out of the house, he looked so worried and stubborn as always. Spencer found himself being suddenly reminded of how much he cared, of how much it must have hurt to look at him and feel he could do nothing, but that was the truth, unfortunately for Morgan, he could do nothing other than to wait and hope, there was still a case after all.

So he told him to go, and predictably Morgan told him he wouldn't, a simple threat about seeing him naked was enough, and even though it was a joke, Morgan saw what else it was, a vulnerable plea for Morgan not to see him weak, for him to keep what little dignity he felt he had left, and so Morgan left to keep on working with the case.

Everything felt wrong, the air was too harsh and too dry, he was hot but felt cold, he knew what was happening to him, he knew every detail of the other victims symptoms and yet it felt as if his mind was betraying him, he tried talking but he couldn't, he knew what to say but he couldn't say it, he tried to but all that came out was nonsensical, not even words anymore, and for the first time in his life he felt powerless of the one thing that always protected him, his words, his intellect, he wanted to cry and scream and he wanted the doctors in the ambulance to stop touching him, he had so much to say but he couldn't.

Upon his haunting realization he tried to grab for the doctors for help, his symptoms were advancing faster that those of the other victims he wanted to say, but at the end he could only babble and hope that the people in the ambulance noticed, he felt as powerless as when he was young, naked and tied to a pole, just that this time around he was granted the decency of not feeling humiliated and he felt in his early years.

Even in his sleep his inability to built and recite his ideas was haunting him, he saw himself as a child, he felt like that too, his dad was there, his mom was calm, she looked like a princess with her long blonde hair, flowing down her shoulders, the light of the window shining on her, making her seem like an angel, he wanted to tell her how much he missed her, how much he was sorry how much he loved her, but the words didn't came, his father turned to look at him with curiosity, he tried again and the only thing he could do was babble, a laught bubbled out of his dad mouth, his mother was now looking at him with something akin to coldness in her face.

“What? What are you even trying to do? I thought you were a genius, come on then, talk”

The tears were coming out faster and his heart felt like it might explode, everything blurred but he still could hear the screaming between his mom and dad just like the distant memories of fights from his childhood.

The fleeing memory was enough to make him feel like he couldn't breathe, like he was underwater, everything so heavy and meaningful but also completely stripped out of its intention, like the fight to get to the surface was with himself and not with the suddenly so dense water.

When he woke up it was to a blinding light, dry air and an almost suffocating warmness, he felt numb and almost still wet from his dream, he wanted to scream for someone to help but he also didn't want to open his mouth, to find that he couldn't form words still, that the hurricane of emotions inside him would be left unsaid just like so many other were even when he could still say everything he wanted and didn't.

He went back to sleep this time with no nightmares, one moment he was sleeping and the next he was waking up to the still way too bright light and the noise of people walking, people talking, the iodoform smell of the place invading him as he forced himself to finally open his eyes.

He would be lying if he were to say he wasn't scared and in pain, every breath was accompanied by a sharp sting in his lung, not only that but his mind was racing trying to give him so much useless information that he was sure he would get a headache sooner or later, but what mostly scared him was the small possibility that when he opened his mouth ready to inquire morgan about his Jell-O all that would come out would be incohesive nonsense.

So he resigned himself to his paranoia and deep fears of vulnerability and decided that the best course of action would be to try, no matter how scared and humiliated he would feel could he not form reasonable sentences from here onwards.

He could also tell by Morgan's posture that he was unreasonably worried for him, had he not seen that they found a cure? Was he not sitting beside Spencer's bed?

But he knew how emotional Morgan was and maybe just for him he would bear the mortifying experience of trying to talk after being asleep for god knows how long just to ease the tension of those shoulders and relax the frown adorning his face, just for him he would try, because Morgan would always try for him.

“Is that Jello-O?”

#criminal minds #spencer reid #derek morgan #spencer and morgan friendship #criminal minds fanfiction #its a little sad #but only a little #so dont worry #sad spencer reid #bau

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spencer-reids-adventures · 1 year

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#maya's fics #i wrote a thing #sad spencer reid

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bucker3911 · 6 months

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#sad brown haired bisexual weirdos #basically #spencer reid #dr spencer reid #criminal minds #cm memes #mgg #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader

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ficmeoutofthisworld · 1 month

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"i'm sad again don't tell my boyfriend" but ur boyfriend is a profiler and already knows u can hide nothing from them

#sad reader rn #aaron hotchner x reader #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #ficme.txt

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sweatervest-obsessed · 2 months

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Some angst for your morning <3 Love a little fight scene.

wc: 700 (ish)

"You're trying to distract me."

You hummed and shook your head, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

It was very obvious that you were, in fact, trying to distract Spencer from his work. But you couldn't help yourself!

He had been ordered to take the weekend off, Hotch crediting 'burnout' as his reasoning. Spencer did not take likely to this, since it made him feel as though he was slipping, he wasn't good enough for the team.

You, however, were thrilled by the fact that Spencer was forced to take a long weekend.

"Yes. You are."

"Well maybe if you actually took the time off like you were suposed to instead of ignoring me all fucking weekend then we wouldn't have to make me feel like shit for asking for attention from you for one minute." You muttered under your breath, chucking the pillow down where you had been sitting, moving towards the kitchen and away from the living room.

What Spencer had failed to consider was just how happy you were to have him home for a weekend. He failed to recognize the assurance that came with him telling you his definitive whereabouts for three days. He failed to notice the tension leave your shoulders, the smile that edged it way onto your face. Spencer was too busy internalizing what Hotch had said about working to much to realize, that you were hoping to spend this time with him.

Not just sitting in the same room as him as he barely slept and did the exact opposite of what Hotch told him to do.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing." Came your voice from the other room, causing Spencer to frown, because he knew what you said, and he knew that you knew what he said---he could start to see the burnout when he realized how quickly he would spiral in his thoughts.

"Shit."

Placing the book down on the coffee table, he followed where you had gone to, stopping in the door frame.

"What do you want Spencer." Tone flat.

"I-I...You were hoping for more time together this weekend."

You snorted and turned to face him, crossing your arms over your chest. "Someone is finally back on their profiling game I see."

This caused Spencer's cheek to tinge red. He had failed to notice the basic signs of you being upset--Hotch was right. He did need time off.

"I'm sorry."

"That would mean more if it wasn't Monday night and you didn't have work tomorrow."

Spencer dragged a hand down his face. "I don't want to fight."

"I do." You said simply, looking at him expectantly. You were pissed, rightfully so. And up until now, you hadn't said anything. Admittedly, you should have said something to Spencer earlier. However, you were sure that Spencer wouldn't have actually given you his time or focus if you did.

"I--" He just looked at you. "I really don't know what to say to that."

"That's fine. You don't need to say anything. Maybe you should work on your listening skills instead."

"That's not--"

"Fair? I don't know, I think it is. Hotch told you to take the long weekend off to give your brain a break. And did you listen to him? No. I told you about plans I was hoping we would make for this weekend on Friday, that I know you didn't remember. And this whole weekend, you never actually listened to me, barely processing anything I said."

You took a breath, trying to calm yourself down in the moment, but not diminishing your thoughts, because you were right. And Spencer knew it to.

"What can I do to make it up to you."

You looked at him for a moment before shaking your head. "I really don't know Spence. I don't know." You brushed past him, headed towards the bedroom. It's not to say that you lost your fighting spirit, it's just that you were so severely let down by the man you loved that you didn't really know what to say anymore.

Spencer was unsure as to what to do. So he just stood there, watching as you walked away, not moving to stop you. Only flinching when the door to your shared bedroom slammed, and he was still on the other side of it.

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fuckingstrange · 3 months

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Quieting Down

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WARNINGS: Mean!Bau Team (apologies fr), Anxious & Upset Spencer, Brief mentions of insecurity, non-beta read

WORDS: 1,195

PAIRING: S.R. x gn!reader

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Spencer has been quite.. off, recently. He's been more reserved and quiet, and while the team has started seeming to almost praise him for it, you can't help but be concerned. Especially because you see things that they don't after the work day.

You see him at home. Where he remains reserved, unlike normal. He doesn't talk to you much, usually responding with a head nod or a light shake, sometimes with one word replies. When he does speak and use his voice it's with a tone so timid and the volume of a mouse. It's heartbreaking, really. You miss when he'd ramble, when he'd talk to you and constantly say how much he loves you. You know he still loves you, that much hasn't changed, but you miss his voice.

Right now, you each are walking into the door after a long day at work, the poor man exhausted. He silently slips off his shoes and sets his bag down on the couch before making his way to the kitchen, opening it up and glancing around at the contents. He decides on a simple glass of orange juice, grabbing out the jug and a cup, grabbing a second one and gesturing to you in a silent offer of some.

You give him a light smile and shake your head, walking up to him and resting a hand on his lower back as he pours himself a glass. You put the jug back away in the fridge for him as he goes and settles on the couch, curling up off to the side and watching whatever was on the TV.

You frown at the continued silence, deciding to try and get him to talk, you go over and sit beside him. You lean in, lips near his ear so you can whisper, “Mind if I hold you?”, and wait until he gives a light nod before pulling him to cuddle in with you. You end up holding him in your lap, propped up a bit with a pillow against the arm rest so that he lays at an angle on you.

Spencer’s arms instinctively move to wrap around you, and you don't miss how he seems to melt against you. Your hands move up to play with his hair, lightly stroking it back so you can see his relaxed, yet exhausted expression. After a few minutes of letting him adjust to the change of being home, feeling the slight anxiousness he seems to always hold while at the bureau finally going away, you guide his gaze to meet yours by gently turning his head.

Spencer’s eyes are truly captivating. You could lose yourself in how softly they stare into yours, the dark brown colour making him look so.. adorable. His eyelids almost seem weighed down by the dark eyebags, your free hand moving to rest on his cheek so you can rub the dark circles with your thumb in gentle, soothing movements. He gives you a light smile in return, tilting his head a bit to press a kiss to the inside of your forearm.

You lean forward to press a light kiss to his forehead, leaning back to look back down at him. You hesitate for a couple minutes, debating on whether or not you should ask him why he's suddenly so quiet and nearly refusing to speak because you don't want to possibly trigger or upset him. Though Spencer, managing to have memorized what your microexpressions mean, presses another kiss to the inside of your forearm in a silent reassurance that you're allowed to speak.

You take a deep breath, exhaling and staring into his eyes for a few seconds before mustering up the courage to ask him. “Why have you suddenly.. gone quiet? I've noticed.. I've noticed you're not as talkative as before. You act like a ghost at work. What's with the change?”

While Spencer isn't at all surprised by your question, having expected people to notice his sudden quietness, he didn't expect you to react more concerned than happy. “I just thought.. I needed to shut up a little more, you know? I can be a bit annoying, so I thought this would be.. uh, I thought this would be better.” He responds, his tone still timid and his voice just barely over a whisper.

You swear your heart breaking is an audible sound that echoes through the room. You grab the sides of his head and guide him to sit up with you, feeling his slight anxiousness towards what your response could be. “Spencer.. no, baby.. You don't need to shut up, you never need to shut up. I like your voice, I love your rambles. You're not annoying- Why would you think that?” You can't help but ask, wanting to know if it's been a growing insecurity or something else. His gaze falls from yours, head turning to the side. “Well, the team.. they just kind of.. don't like to listen. It, uh, it makes me feel like my voice is useless.” He explains, squirming a bit. You don't move to stop his motions, letting him look away and watch as he starts to fidget with his hands in his lap, knowing it's his own way of self-soothing when his anxiety feels like it's built up too much. He waits a second before continuing his explanation, his voice just barely louder now that he knows you never wanted him to be quiet. “I know it's stupid but I just thought they'd be happier than if I talked as much as I did, and they are.. I didn't like talking just to be ignored, I.. I, uh, I don't mean to sound rude or anything but it.. kind of hurts to be treated like that.”

His words pull at your heart, the last sentence might as well have even been a straight-up bullet to the chest. You move your thumb to rub his cheek, seeing the saddened and anxious look on his face. “I.. can't say I understand why they're like this either, Spencer, nor do I like that they treat you like this. You're not at fault for getting upset over being ignored, it's rude and you're allowed to be upset. Just like you're allowed to use that voice to talk. Even if they're not listening, I will.” You reassure him, leaning forward to press a light kiss to the side of his forehead.

Spencer ends up turning back to look at you after the kiss, tears resting in his eyes. You wipe them away before pulling him to lay back down with you, pressing another few kisses around his face, pulling a smile from the man. He can’t think of a response, so instead he just melts against you again, happy that somebody cares enough to listen.

You start playing with his hair again, enjoying the way he seems so relaxed, like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders now that he knows you never wanted him to force himself to stop talking. You lean down to press one last kiss to the top of his head before leaning, relaxing against the couch. “I'll always listen.”

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Somebody needs to let this man just full on fucking RANT for hours. Any and all topics, LET HIM SPEAK AND INDULGE IN HIS INTEREST!! (I volunteer as tribute !!)

I'll likely make an angstier version of this

#spencer reid #spencer reid x gn!reader #fluff #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds fanfiction #hotboxed fanfiction #fluff and sad stuff #let him RAMBLE #let him BE HAPPY #PLEASE

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spentfromspence · 3 months

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Super shitty drabble I made about Spencer’s addiction to get rid of my writers block ‼️

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“Please, please Derek!” Spencer said looking up at Derek, although Derek didn’t meet his eyes. He couldn't. “Man, you don’t know what you're doing to me, I need it! Derek, please, I fucking need it, man!” Spencer rested his head against his co-worker's knee, snot, tears, and saliva soaking into his jeans.

Derek glanced down at the sobbing mess of a man, he scoffed and rolled his eyes. He shook his leg lightly in an attempt to shake Spencer off of him.

“Spencer, get off of me. This is pathetic and you know it.” Spencer stumbled backwards, holding himself up with his hands. “This isn’t you man. You never swear, and you sure as hell don’t beg.” Derek ran a hand down his face.

Spencer switched his position to sit on his knees. He trembled uncontrollably and his tears still hadn't stopped. He reached a hand up to his elbow and began to itch with his index finger. His finger dug into the bruised skin making Spencer wince in pain. Isn’t that what he was after? Pain? All the drugs do is hurt. It hurts Derek, it hurts the rest of his friends, it hurts him. But Spencer needed it. He thought he did anyway.

“Derek…Please. I need it, you don't get it. Just- just one more dose, then I’ll quit, I promise.” Spencer whispered, his fingers still digging at his elbow. He could feel a wetness around his fingers, blood he assumed.

Derek scoffed again still looking down at Spencer. “You and I both know that’s not true. You won’t quit, you're an addict Spencer. Save your lies because I’m not going to buy them.” He watched as Spencer breathed so heavily it seemed as if he wasn’t getting any air at all.

Spencer took a final deep breath, he couldn’t think anymore, not without Dilaudid. He raised to his feet and looked Derek in the eyes. Spencer’s eyes were wide and his pupils were dilated. His face was red and hot heavy breaths escaped his lips. Derek took a step back from the younger, he was starting to worry. He had never seen Spencer so…out of it.

“F-fuck you, Derek!” Spencer began to shout, he was hesitant and stumbled over his words but that only made him angrier. “You don’t know shit! Seriously, calling me pathetic? Who do you think you are!? You’re in my house, taking my drugs, and for what!? Why are you doing this Derek? I was fine before you came here.” Spencer shouted and he wiped a hand across his face ridding it of sweat, snot, and tears. He kept eye contact with Derek, something that was also out of character for the doctor.

“Kid, I’m doing this because I care about you. No good friend is going to just let you do drugs.” Derek sighed, he watched as Spencer finally broke eye contact, his face softened, anger no longer present in his body language other than his visible balled fists, which Derek viewed as a minor threat.

There was a long moment of silence. The only sounds were sniffles and the birds that continued to sing outside Spencer’s window. Spencer took a deep breath in and then exhaled before speaking.

“I-” He started but stopped just as quickly before starting again. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry you had to see me this way, Derek. You’re right, I am pathetic.” Spencer laughed sadly.

“That’s not what I said.” Derek muttered.

“What?” Spencer’s small laughs died down and he raised his head to look at Derek.

“That’s not what I said. I never said you were pathetic, I said this is pathetic.” He said, making a gesture with his hands to imply the whole situation was pathetic.

“Oh. Okay then.” Spencer mumbled under his breath. His eyes were fixated on Derek's pocket, he could see the outline of the vials. He sighed and fidgeted with his hands. “Derek-” His sentence was cut short by Derek.

“Shut it, kid.” Derek wasn’t asking and Spencer knew that, although Derek didn’t sound as mean as he did earlier, he sounded tired. Spencer didn’t say another word.

Derek wrapped an arm around Spencer’s shoulder and led him to the bathroom. Spencer stood in the corner silently as Derek turned on the shower and ran warm water.

“Have a shower, you’ll feel more comfortable once you have.” Derek said as he slipped past Spencer out the door. Spencer nodded, even though Derek had already left the room. He would feel a bit better. His fingertips were bloody from his elbow, his hair was sticking to his forehead and neck from how much he had been sweating, and his ribs hurt from how harshly he was sobbing before.

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snarkylinda · 3 months

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I love them actually part 2

#I thought of adding Spencer's attend of a smile at the end but that makes me sad #criminal minds #spencer reid #luke alvez #ralvez

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reid-whump · 1 year

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Would you guys be interested in a oneshot set in an AU where Maeve was killed by her stalker in hospital after giving birth to her and Reid’s kid?

#whump prompts #sad spencer reid #spencer reid #whumpee spencer reid #dad spencer reid #single father spencer reid #maeve donovan #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fandom #criminal minds #pure angst #non canon compliant

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thatgirlstrawberry · 4 months

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Tolerate It - Spencer Reid

In which Spencer has a hard time treating his girlfriend right after a hard case

Warning: cursing, sadness, angry arguments, suggestiveness, lmk if I missed anything!

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

It seemed to always be dark after that one case. During the daytime, it was cloudy, during the night not even the moon would illuminate the dark corners in their apartment. Spencer was dark.

She sat curled up in an arm chair with her head resting against her fist. She watched Spencer read with his head down low, slower than he had ever read in his life.

He’d barely looked at her all month. When he came back from a case a few weeks prior, he seemed off. He came in and gave her a kiss and a hug, like always but something was off. He did embrace her. He didn’t hold her and make sure she was there. He didn’t kiss her lips like he missed them. He made it seem like a chore.

She inhaled deeply, tearing her eyes away from him for a few moments. “Spence,” she called.

He said nothing but she knew that he’d heard her.

“Spencer.” She tried again. He looked up from his book slowly.

“What?” He asked. It wasn’t snappy but, he let out an exaggerated sigh behind it.

The woman bit her lip. “I just—“ She paused when he looked back down at his book. Her face fell and she swallowed. “What do you… want for dinner?” She asked, giving up on her original question.

“Whatever we have is fine.” He looked back down at his book.

She slid out of the chair, standing up and looking at him. “Okay.” She whispered. She turned and headed for the kitchen, her eyes stinging. Her heart banged against her rib cage and she tried not to make too much noise.

Her hands pressed against the edge of the sink as she tried to breathe steadily. Tears poured from her eyes and she could see a faint reflection of herself in the window in front of her. She looked at the reflection behind, Spencer was still looking down at his stupid book.

She ended up making some sort of pasta. She set the tiny table they had with two glistening plates and forks. She filled their glasses with wine and lit a candle in the middle. It was her attempt at some sort of romantic dinner.

“Spencer, dinner’s ready.” She turned her head to look at him.

He walked over, seemingly coming right for her. He leaned down, she thought he would kiss her without being asked. But no. Instead he blew out the candle in the middle of the table.

Her eyes immediately filled with tears as she watched him go to the other side and sit down. “The scent was giving me a headache.” He shrugged.

She lowered her head and inhaled. They ate in silence. Her leg bounced up and down rapidly underneath the table. He didn’t look at her once.

Later that night, Spencer was in the shower and she was getting ready for bed. She sat staring at the wall until she heard the water stop.

She bit her lip and blinked. She got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom door. She opened it and saw Spencer standing there with a towel wrapped loosely around his waist.

He went to step in front of the sink but she stepped in front of him before he could get to it. His hands instinctively grabbed her arms. “What are you doing?” He asked, his hands were warm against her cold arms.

“Please kiss me.” She looked up at him in desperation. He leaned down and kissed her with no emotion, a single peck. He pulled away. “Really?” She shook her head. “You haven’t touched me in weeks. Really kiss me, Spencer.”

He leaned down, lips ghosting over her own. “I can’t.” He frowned.

She stared into his eyes searching for a way she could understand why he was acting like this. She shut her mouth and glared at him after a moment. She moved from between the him and the sink and left the bathroom, slamming the door.

She crawled underneath the heavy duvet and squeezed her eyes shut to prevent any tears from coming out.

But they poured anyway.

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She was standing in the kitchen the next morning doing the dishes she didn’t have the energy to do the night before. She stood in her own pajama pants and a tank top when she’d usually be wearing something of Spencer’s.

Spencer walked out of the bedroom in distress. “Why didn’t you wake me up, I’m going to be late.” He asked, walking into the kitchen looking for his watch.

She didn’t respond to him. She finished cleaning the dishes and took a sip of her coffee. “Your watch is on the end table.” She spoke softly.

He walked into the kitchen after putting his watch on and grabbed the cup of lukewarm coffee that his girlfriend had made for him.

“I can’t keep doing this, Spencer.” She said loudly. She wanted to catch his attention.

“I’m going to be late for work—“

“No. We need to talk about this.”

He sighed and looked at his watch. “I think—“

“Listen, Spencer.” She snapped. “Whatever happened, I’m sorry. I am. I know that your job is hard and you see messed up things but you can’t just— stop being you!” She shook her head and set down her coffee cup. “Where are you Spencer? You have to help me so I can help you.”

“I really can’t talk about this right now.”

“So you’re just gonna throw away four years, Spencer?” She scoffed. He shook his head, crossing his arms.

“I’m not throwing away anything! You’re the one trying to break up what we have!” He yelled.

“You already did!”

A silence was loud between them. Her breaths were ragged, her lips parted like something was trying to escape. “I’ve had this— this dagger in me ever since you came back from that case. You won’t talk about it and it feels like you’re just pushing it in deeper! I’ve been afraid to break free and leave us in ruins because you’re the first person I’ve ever loved, Spencer.”

He looked like he didn’t know what to say. He never did.

“You come home day after day and I’m waiting there, wishing you snapped out of it. I look like a kid standing there with my hands behind my back, begging you to feel something for me! Every time I speak about you to my mom on the phone I use the best words to describe you but you don’t even think about me, do you?”

He took a step forward and she pushed herself back in to the kitchen counter. Tears fell down her cheeks. “I got out the fact fucking plates, Spencer!”

He tilted his head, the first sign of emotion that she’d seen in a while. “I tried to give you space! I’ve been walking on eggshells , waiting for you to come to me but you’ve treated me like barbed wire.”

The desperation in her voice made Spencer sick to his stomach. Why couldn’t he just snap out of it? Why couldn’t he give her the love she deserved?

“Just tell me why, Spencer. Tell me what I can do and I’ll do it.” She walked towards him and placed her hands on the side of his face. A last ditch effort, hoping that he’d come to his senses.

A single tear cascaded down his cheek and he backed out of her hands. He walked away from her and left the apartment.

He shut the door and leaned up against it, listening to her gut wrenching sobs. He heard her knees hit the floor and squeezed his eyes shut before walking away.

When he came home that night, she wasn’t there.

He walked into the bedroom expecting her to be cuddled up in the sheets but the bed was made. He found the dresser drawers opened. Her side was cleaned out.

He panicked and walked into the kitchen and saw that dinner was made and sitting on the stove.

A sticky note was stuck to the range hood above the stove.

I took the dagger in me and removed it, I’m sorry.

With a sigh, he bit his lip and shuffled back to the room that he used to share with the love of his life.

But now, she was gone all because he couldn’t do anything but tolerate her.

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Hello! I’m so sorry that I’ve been gone for so long.

I took a break because I’ve been so busy and my boyfriend and I had broken up so I was pretty sad for a while but I’m heeled now sand better than ever!

I hope you enjoyed this this is my favorite Taylor Swift song atm and I relate soooo much!

Love ya bunches ❤️❤️❤️

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#spencer reid #criminal minds imagine #spencer reid x original female character #spencer x oc #spencer x reader #crimimal minds #spencer x you #spencer reid x you #spencer reid angst #sadness #heartbreak

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dcvidsrossi · 1 year

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Emily: What am I most afraid of? Hmm, let's see...

Reid: Global warming. And getting a ‘B’.

Rossi: The phone ringing in the middle of the night.

Hotch: I'm too much of a perfectionist.

Rossi: Aaron, this isn't a job interview.

Hotch: Oh, man. Job interviews.

Morgan: Nothing.

Reid: Yeah, right. What about the pigeons?

Morgan: No, I don't like them. They're shifty.

Will: Losing JJ.

JJ: Aww. Hotel bedspreads.

Will:

Penelope: Never getting my driver's license. Or getting one but the picture sucks.

Emily: Dying alone.

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spncvr · 2 months

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glasses reid you will always be famous

#c won’t shut up!#hes actually my man #the way my and my mom were so sad when he stopped wearjng them #spencer reid #glasses reid #reid #spencer #glasses spencer reid

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entrop-y · 1 year

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—marya hornbacher, wasted

SPENCER REID AND MAEVE DONNOVAN: SEASON 8 EPISODE 20, "ALCHEMY"

#very mixed feelings about this coloring #but feeling sad about them today </3 #spencer reid #maeve donovan #spencer reid gif #spencer reid gifset #marya hornbacher #criminal minds #cm #mgg #criminal minds gifs #my gifs

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