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mcondance · 17 days
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enraptured. s2 spencer reid x reader. MDNI.
spencer calls up the words that you can’t when he’s inside you.
you’re well-spoken and wildly intelligent, you’d have to be to be with spencer, but he’s got a way with his dick that makes you lose whatever train of thought you think you’d be able to catch, and he just knows more words than you. it’s just him.
you have a tendency to try to be articulate when he’s kissing your face and that spot inside you at the same time, gorgeous groans and catches of breath and spencer-esque sounds flowing from his lips. it never really works, though.
“i feel, fuck, feel. .”
“hm?” he allows you time to conjure up a word to put to what’s going on, but it slips right out of your mind along with everything else except him and all the perfect extensions of him. above you, he looks dazzling, hair that’s grown out just a little longer framing his face and falling down his neck in a wildness that’s everything to you.
the visual, the sounds, the feel is too much and you couldn’t recite your own name, even if you tried your hardest. you stutter through a breath and a moan, and spencer tucks his head into your neck and breathes a broken sound into your skin.
and then, he speaks. “you feel euphoric?”
god, you’ve got to be a sapiosexual with the way that has you whining and clenching down around him.
“mhm. you feel intoxicated. beatific,” he sings, tone and cadence more addicting than any piece of music you’ve ever heard.
and you do, you feel all of it and more with him talking in your ear and making obscene love to every place inside you and out that craves it with every second he’s not like this with you.
he speaks again. “enraptured. that how you feel?”
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inkdrinkerworld · 7 months
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no bc you know how spencer has the prettiest hands the world has ever known??? i think he would often use those hands to twiddle with your handkerchief bc it reminds him of you and still has some of your perfume and it helps him focus and zero in when he’s trying and failing at a case and he would NEVER use it the way it’s intended bc it’s too beautiful but he would treasure and keep it safe as his little reminder of you til he can get home to you again<3 unless ofc you’re working at the bau then forget ab that ah bye
Spencer doesn’t realise he’s been fiddling with your handkerchief till Emily’s eyes settle on him.
“What’s that Spence?” She asks softly. Not wanting to get the entire teams’ eyes on him.
Emily knows Spencer is protective of you, more so than he’s ever been before and he wants him to see that she respects that.
“Uh, a gift from Y/n.” He says quietly, laying the cloth out flat in his palm.
The handkerchief is almost cream, maybe even eggshell, colour handkerchief that’s got lace trim around it. Your embroidery work stretches the middle in loopy red thread.
‘For my heart, I love you.’ It reads and Spencer has found comfort in it since you’d given it to him and sprayed it with your perfume.
“It’s pretty.” Spencer blushes, folding it neatly and tucking it back into his shirt pocket.
“Too pretty to use.” He admits at Emily’s curious gaze.
Spencer doesn’t fiddle with it again till they’re back on the plane, eyes following his finger than traces the looped letters the whole ride back.
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hennyjwrites · 8 months
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Oh how about Spencer Reid and pregnant reader? She works for the BAU and he’s so protective of her, not wanting her to lift a finger. That would be so cute🥰
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Spencer held Y/n’s hand and guided her through to Penelope's lair. If she would let him, he would’ve stuck a baby on board sign on her baby bump and her back.
“Oh! Look at the baker carrying the bread!” She cried walking over to y/n, excitedly. She was one of the most excited BAU members for the couple. She helped Spencer guide her to a chair.
Y/n hummed as she sat down in a spare chair Penny had. “Hey Penny.” She turned to Spencer. “Can I have a soda?” She knew Spencer would get it for her. He was doing everything for her during her whole pregnancy, especially now since she was getting closer to her due date.
“Of course.” Spencer smiled, kissing her cheek before walking out of the room and towards the team's kitchen.
Y/N and Penelope began having their own conversation about the baby. Y/n couldn’t wait for her baby to come. Her and Spencer had already decided that she would take the rest of the year off which was only a few months but enough time to bond with
her baby.
Spencer came back to the lair with more than y/n had asked for. He had an arm filled with several sodas and snacks. “I got several different things for you, just so you don’t have to get up while I’m gone. 27% of women fall while pregnant and I don't want you to be a part of the statistics.” He rambled on setting the several different items on Penelope’s counter.
Y/n laughed at her husband's actions. She loved his caring nature for her. As she went to reach for a soda, Spencer stopped her. “Hold on, let me get that for you.” He was so protective over her and the baby that she couldn’t do anything alone. Spencer grabbed the soda she reached for , opened it and even went as far as to bring it up to her lips. Y/n smiled before taking a sip.
Penelope who watched the interaction, had already taken out her phone and was recording the two. It was a beautiful sight to see. When she was done, Spencer sat the drink down, and rubbed her stomach lovingly.
“I have to go back to the case now. I love you.” Spencer voiced, kissing her.
“I Love you too.” Y/n smiled, grabbing a bag of chips off the counter next. Cravings were kicking her ass.
Before Spencer pulled away he made sure to leave a kiss on the baby bump. “I love you too, munchkin.” He waited to feel a small kick against his hand before he walked out the room.
As Y/N and Penelope began to talk and laugh as they always do, Y/n just couldn’t be more happy with the man she's decided to make another life with.
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v1olentdelights · 8 months
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Just saw the Barbie movie, so a quick thought???
Spencer reid x reader There are no spoilers, but just to be safe, don't read unless you've seen the movie.
Spencer and you had finally had a day off, and though your work colleagues invited you to hang out with them, you already had plans.
"Do I really have to wear this?" Spencer complains about his pink sweater vest.
"Yes, Spence! I tried to make it as comfortable as I could for you. Everyone is doing it, and I want to as well. Plus, you can't say no to me, right?" You heard him huff and then shuffle around the living room. Presumably looking for his keys and wallet. Though they were in your room, so you grabbed them as you walked out.
"Do you know where my..." He trailed off as he saw your outfit. Pink, that was the first and only word that came to mind.
"What do you think?!" Passing him the keys and wallet you twirled about and smiled happily. He took longer than you expected to answer, and it made your heart drop a bit. Was this too much? You didn't want to go crazy, but you wanted to have fun.
But as he stepped closer to you, a smile grew on his face. He reached for your hand and spun you around before pulling you close.
"You are the most stunning Barbie I have ever seen." He kissed you all over your face causing you to pull back.
"Don't ruin the makeup, baby!" You rushed over to the couch to pick up your zip up before pulling him out the door.
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Handing you a tissue from his pocket, you gratefully took it. Spencer then moved to rub your back gently.
The movie had ended, and your heart felt a little less heavy. All those years ago, you remember playing with your Barbie, all the places you brought her. She was your best friend, someone you confided in about all the trivial arguments you had with your mother.
Stepping out of the theater was almost worse. It felt like you were saying goodbye to part of your childhood again. But you leaned on Spencer, much like you always have, because he was your rock. He was your Allan.
Wiping your nose before quickly discarding the tissue, you kissed Spencer on the cheek, his nose scrunched up as you did.
"Thank you for coming with me, Spencer. That meant a lot." You could still hear the stuffiness in your nose. But he just looked down at you and smiled, something shining in his eyes.
"Of course, sweetheart." He returned the kiss with one of his own to the top of your head.
On your way out, you saw turns of pink going out and in of the theater. Though someone caught your eye.
"Y/N!!! SPENCER!!!" You heard the familiar heel clacking and the heavy boots scuffing the ground. Then you almost got tackled by Penelope without even getting a good look at her. She squeezed you incredibly tight. You could hear Derek patting Spencer on the shoulder.
"Did you guys just watch it, too?" Spencer questioned, though when Penelope pulled back, and you got a good look at her face, you could tell the answer. If you were the definition of pink right now, Penelope was double pink. And she looked gorgeous.
"You got dragged into watching it, too?" Derek chuckled. But you saw how his eyes were the slightest bit puffy. "I thought the ending was a bit... eh."
Yours and Penelopes heads snapped towards him. Then he looked like a deer caught in headlights. Spencer even looked a bit taken back.
"What?!" You and Penelope asked in unison.
"Well, I just mean, I wish they showed more with the mom and Barbie. You know?" He crossed his arms, not once breaking eye contact.
In a moment, the rage that had built in you dulled. That made sense. It ended perfectly in your opinion, and Derek's point was valid.
"Okay. You get a pass, Derek Morgan, that was a reasonable thought." Penelope announced. "Now, shall we go get some ice cream? It's the boys' treat!" She exclaimed as she linked arms with you. The boys laughed before following.
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2012aura · 1 year
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Spencer reid x reader where she has red lipstick on and kisses him all over his face and he’s just like giggle as reader just keeps doing it? (Hope u understand what I mean English isn’t my first language)
of course, i can do this, and your english is fine do not worry!
red kissies !
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summary : being drunk and wearing red lipstick doesn't always stay clean.
warning : alcohol usage.
pairing : spencer reid x black!reader
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it was a late friday night, and the bau had just closed a big case they were working on. you forgot who but someone suggested you all go out for drinks to celebrate, and gosh how could you say no?
so there you sat, five drinks deep, at the booth with spencer. his hand around your waist to keep you steady on your seat, nothing but a dozy smile left on your red lips. you leaned into spence, "can i kiss you spence?" you said breathlessly. maybe it was the alcohol giving you the confidence to kiss him in front of all his friends, or perhaps you were tired of being so scared of public displays of affection. a soft smile also overtook spencers beautiful features, the team looked at you both and could see heart eyes. "of course you can beautiful, kiss away," he said. you wasted no time diving into his lips, your lipstick starting to smear on him.
you moved your lips from against his letting yourself indulge in his now red and smiley face. that same dorky smile that came around every time you both watched some sci-fi movie. you started to kiss around his face, leaving red-tinted kissy marks all over his cheeks and neck. the team was still so invested and their eyes never darted away, even when spencer side-eyed them many times. they talked amongst themselves, in shock at how this night of drinking was coming to an end. your kisses soon filled most of his face, giggling to yourself about the absurd amount of kisses on him. "hm, i wonder who did all of these," you strung out your words, pointing to each and every kiss mark. spencer just sat there, with his heartwarming, loving smile, "I'm not sure, but if I'm correct, it must be the pretty lady in front of me," he said lovingly.
he got himself up from his seat, walking over to the team, leaving you to put your jacket on. "if you guys even so mutter of this ... you're dead," he said jokingly, while the team snickered at him. "pretty boy, your face is covered in kisses, can't take you seriously," said derek with a cheeky smile on. "yeah yeah whatever, bye you guys, we had a blast." spencer said as everyone also said goodbye, derek let another sly remark leave his lips. "yeah we can see that," he said which made the rest of the team erupt in laughter. spencer finished helping you put your jacket on and grabbed your hand, leading you to the exit. it was a chilly night, and your hair was now poofy from all the fun you all had. you both were too drunk to even consider driving so you walked, you didn't live too far from this little bar.
"spence, i love you, my pretty boy," you cooed while you lazily touched the side of his face. before spencer could reply another idea popped into your mind, "do you mind if i take a picture of us, just for memories you know?" spencer said he didn't mind at all. you took out your phone from your coat pocket ad snapped a couple pictures of you both, and then him alone. you weren't planning on posting them, at least not for a long time. "thank you for tonight spence, it was amazing" you said wholeheartedly, you were not approaching your apartment after walking for about fifteen minutes. "you're welcome baby, always wanna see you happy." spencer spoke as you both arrived at the apartment door. opening the door for you and letting you tumble upstairs as he locked the door. once you were both in the privacy of your own room you changed into something more comfortable for sleeping. you both sat on the edge of the bed, with cups of tea on your lap, and a book in spencers hand. you admired his face longly, with the red stains still on them. which is when you decided to take another picture of me, and one turned into ten until he acknowledged you.
"i know i said a picture lasts longer but i think you have enough," he laughed as he set his book and tea down, grabbing yours and doing the same. his arms found their way around your waist, pulling you up onto the bed and onto his chest. "let's rest now, yeah?" he said, and you sleepily nodded. the next morning all went well, you both woke up with a pounding headache but one detail went unnoticed until you fully opened your eyes, "SPENCER THE SHEETS!" you yelped, there were now red stains permanently stuck on your white sheets.
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glorixuspurpose · 1 month
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Newbie
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Spencer Reid x Black!Fem!Reader Synopsis: Reader is new to the BAU and discovers that she has similar qualities to another coworker…
A/N: This is based off that one Spencer Reid fic that was basically the same concept but I can’t remember the exact name 😔 + I kinda had early seasons Reid in mind for this but it really goes for any season
 “Did you hear about the new kid?” Penelope asked, making her way over to JJ’s desk. 
“New kid?” She questioned. 
“Well, y’know. She’s around Reid’s age, and I heard that she’s practically just like him. Besides some physical differences.” She explained. 
“Oh yeah, I saw. It’s pretty weird.” Elle told them. 
“Wait, shh! Here she comes now!” Penelope whisper shouted as you made your way over to them. 
 “Um, do you guys know where Hotchner’s office is?” You asked them awkwardly, making them glance at each other, obviously entertained. 
“Yeah, but he’s in a meeting right now.” Penelope lied. 
“Oh…” You said, before quickly glancing at Penelope’s shirt, which was littered with cartoon cats. “Do you like cats?” You asked her, still looking at her shirt, causing her to raise an eyebrow. 
“Yeah…why?” 
“Did you know that most cats are actually lactose intolerant? Some can love milk, but most are. Plus, cats can’t taste anything sweet.” You informed, holding up your index finger.
 The three women looked at each other in amusement. “Really?” You nodded.
“Also, did you know that the first black female FBI agent was Sylvia Elizabeth Mathis? I know that fact technically only applies to me, but…interesting factoid I guess..” You rambled. 
“It’s worse than we thought…” Penelope whispered. “What is?” You asked, worried.
“You know, I think there’s someone that you’d get along pretty well with…” JJ suggested. 
“Really? Who?” 
“Reid!” The three of them called, making a tall and slender young man come rushing to JJ’s desk. 
 “New initiative.” Penelope said.
“You two have…a lot in common.” JJ finished.  
You hold your hand out for him to shake, and he does as such. 
“Nice to meet you…”
“Y/N.” You finished. “Did you know that the earliest depiction of a handshake was from an ancient Assyrian relief from-”
“9th Century BC? I know.” Spencer finished.
“Well…shucks. I’m not exactly used to not being the smartest.” 
 “You can be the smartest female! I’m willing to give up my title..” Penelope half-joked, making you chuckle. 
“That’d be nice.” 
“Well, Reid? Why don’t you show the young lady around?” 
“Sure.” He replied, motioning for you to follow him. 
You two had barely left the spot when Hotchner emerged from his office. 
“Reid,” He called, making both of you stop in your tracks. “I see you’ve beaten me to welcoming our new kid.” He said smiling. 
“Sorry sir,” Reid sheepishly apologized. “If you want, I can-”
“No no, I think you’ve got it.” He told him with a wink. 
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primaldesire · 1 year
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Y/n - "Can I get that too. it would look so lovely with my emerald green gown"
Insert character- "No, I've almost maxed out my card on you, and the month just started"
Y/n- " Need I remind you what is so special about this month "
Insert character- "Your right It would look lovely with your gown"
Kento Nanami, Bruce Wayne, Kenma Kozume, Shouta Aizawa, Levi Ackerman, Shoto Todoroki, Takami Keigo, Kibutsuji Muzan, Spencer Reid
HAPPY BLACK HISTORY MONTH!!!!!!!
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mjlovescm · 1 month
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Illicit affairs, Spencer Reid
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Very old Spencer oneshot inspired by "Illicit affairs" by Taylor Swift.
“Meet me outside in seven minutes. We need to end this now.”
As you read the text, you could feel your stomach turning. 
“We need to end this now.”
We, huh? He ended it months ago, so what could he possibly need to talk about. You walk to the gift table and drop your present off. Perfume and cologne. The same ones they wore the first day they met each other. No name signed on that part would hurt too much. 
You asked Spencer so you could be exact about what you planned to buy. It's a simple gift, really, but it's the thought that counts. It's sweet with sentimental value. The perfect gift for the perfect couple. The perfect girlfriend and boyfriend, soon to be the perfect husband and wife. 
With the gift gone, you walked towards the exit before being stopped by a worried Penelope. 
“Y/n have you seen Spencer ?” Your heart drops. “We want to start soon, and the guests are getting anxious.”
You panicked not knowing what to say so you shake your head instead. You were flustered, your face warm in anticipation.
Of course, everyone is anxious. No one wants the groom to be missing on the wedding day. Everyone's looking for him, and he's waiting for you outside. You felt disgusted with yourself. Guilt was written all over your face. And soon tears would be too. 
Scanning the parking lot, the only person you could see was a tall man in a large dark coat. You almost didn't want it to be him. 
It had been ages since you and Spencer spoke one on one, and you knew this would be just like the last time. He'll tell you it's over, the best thing to do now is to move on. But maybe this time would be different, maybe this time you would say what needed to be said. Maybe this time you'll be the one he wants…
The man turns around, revealing himself, his face covered by the hood on the coat. You smiled seeing him again, all dressed up with his long brown hair gelled back and the bowline glasses that fit his face perfectly. You opened your arms for a hug, any sort of embrace from him. Instead of doing the same, Spencer roughly grabbed you by your arm, pushing you against a car behind him. Making sure no one could see you. 
This isn't the time or place to make a scene. 
“Why are you here?” He barked.
“What no hi, hello you good y/n.” you attempted to lighten the situation. 
Clearly you failed. 
“Answer the question,” he demanded. 
From this angle you could see his face fully, it was lit up by the moon. Being pressed against the car brought back memories. Memories of him and you, but his face lit by candles, and you were pressed against his bed. Naked. 
“Are you gonna answer or not?”
“Surprisingly, I was invited by the bride, Ms. Jennifer Jareau. Well, soon to be Jennifer Reid, but I highly doubt she'll take your last name.” 
The tension and anger is visible not just on his face, but also in the way he was holding you. His nails digging into your skin, you still pressed to the car. The only time he was as you was when you threatened to tell her about your relationship. If you could really ever call it that. 
“Fine. Then why did you show up.” he hissed.
He lets go of you, he knows remaining calm was the best thing to do. He wouldn't ever hurt you, at least not in a way you wouldn't enjoy. 
“Why wouldn't I show up? My friends are getting married.” 
You state the obvious.
“You know why you shouldn't show you. We've been over this y/n, it was a lap in my judgment, JJ and I were having issues, and you comforted me when things escalated.”
“A lapse in judgment for almost half a year.” you yelled, pain cracking your voice.
His hands flew over your mouth and Spencer silenced you. 
“Y/n, JJ is my best friend, okay she means the world to me. I'm sorry I no longer think about us the same way you do, but the fact is… I am marrying the love of my life today.” He speaks slow and careful, praying you understand. “You telling her we slept together for a few months would break her trust in me, in our relationship, in your friendship with her, but most importantly, it would break her.”
It would. It would absolutely shatter her, you couldn't care less what happens to Spencer in the end. But JJ, she deserves to be happy. She deserves the truth, right?
Spencer calms himself and takes a step away from you as you think. 
“Fine, I wasn't planning on telling her anything anyway. But I have to stay for the wedding.” you attempted to stand your ground. 
“No.” He demanded. “No, you have to leave. Coming here was one thing, but staying is something else.” 
You stood still, frozen in disbelief. He didn't trust you enough to stay.
How did everything crumple so fast ? How did he go from crying in my arms about how much he missed her to coldly forcing me away again ? You could feel the tears in the corners of your eyes. It soon became hard to breathe, but you hold yourself together. Crying in front of Spencer wasn't something you could do, not again. Not now.
“Promise me you won't have any more laps in your judgment, JJ doesn't deserve that, no one does.” 
As you began to walk away, you felt Spencer pull you back. His cold hands cup your face. He kisses you, forcing your face into his. His hands shake from the moment, from the cold, from you. Spencer pulled away from you with tears forming in his eyes. 
“I love you, y/n.” He whispers it, like the secret it is. “Thank you sincerely.”
He ran back towards the building at the speed of light. Leaving you in shock as you stood alone in the large, dark parking lot. That was the first time he'd said those words. 
You walked to your car freezing, your jacket left in the coat check. Silent, you sat in the car for a moment before releasing a large sad sigh. It felt like the first time you'd breathed in months. For too long, you were caught in Spencer's awful chokehold. Without your notice, tears streamed down your face as you looked at the building in your rearview mirror. 
You could stay sure, but what would be the point? 
This night was painful enough, JJ doesn't need that kind of hurt.
“She deserves happiness and he deserves her. No one else needs to get hurt tonight.” you repeat to yourself as you drive away.
Masterlist - mjlovescm "Flashing Lights" Spencer Reid x black fem stripper reader fic
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conniesanchor · 1 year
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ʟᴀᴠᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ʜᴀᴢᴇ.
spencer reid x fem!reader
the five times you realize you're in love + the one time you say something.
warnings: not much, maybe angst if you squint, suggestive comments, kissing, and spencer reid being an absolute angel. + a couple plot holes, probably.
wc: 2k
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1. picnic
you had been going out with spencer for a few months now. when you got together he agreed the two of you would take things slow, go at your pace. which was great, he never pressured you into anything, and he was truly an amazing boyfriend.
the only issue was that sometimes, you needed the push, you needed to be pressured. otherwise, you would never be brave enough to take the leap from one step to another. so when he texted you and told you that he was going to surprise you, you could say that you were relieved.
you have told spencer two million times that he could just open the door. it's always open, and he has a key. that doesn't stop him from knocking everytime he comes over. "come in spence." you yelled from upstairs.
you had just finished putting on a baby blue sundress and converse. you came down the stairs fast, trying not to keep him waiting. "hey, sorry. just getting some water and then i'll be ready."
he laughed before walking toward the kitchen, "don't be sorry. you look- you look great by the way." he spoke in an awkward tone, but that was what you loved about him.
love.
you have been fighting with yourself and others for weeks now. you didn't love spencer. not that it would be a hard feat, you just hadn't made it that far.
you were not in love.
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you still weren't sure where spencer was taking you, but you had been walking for about five minutes when he said "just a little bit longer."
as promised, after a short amount of time, you were in a grassy field. spencer had set out a blanket with a few books, a basket full of your favorites. strawberries, and a few other random items. what did stick out to you was the sandwiches that already had the crust cut off.
you were in awe for a moment, not knowing what to say. you did, however, settle on the cliche, "spence, this is too much. you didn't have to." you spoke in a soft voice, turning around and wrapping your arms loosely around his neck.
"yes, y/n, but i wanted to." he responded before placing a delicate kiss on your lips. "now, c'mon. sit down, we have sandwiches to eat."
you chose to ignore the fire burning in your chest.
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2. under the weather
you were supposed to go on a date with spencer today, but when you woke up and could barely move, that was a no-go.
you:
hey, not feeling too well. raincheck? :(
spencer <3:
oh, no. :(
actually, is it okay if i come anyway?
you:
don't wanna get you sick, spence.
spencer <3:
you won't, promise. im on my way.
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it wasn't long before spencer arrived at you house. you were upstairs again, lying in your bed. once again, he did knock. you were losing your voice and knew that if you yelled, he wouldn't hear you. so you shot him a 'it's open' text.
you heard his footsteps find up the stairs and sat up so you didn't look like a total mess. "hey, pretty." you smiled but when you noticed the bag in his hand you sighed. "spence, you didn't have to bring anything." you coughed out.
"i know, just wanna help you feel better." he mumbled, sitting on the edge of your bed. he leaned into kiss you but you swerved the other way, "hey, what was that for!"
"can't get you sick." you smiled but it quickly turned into you coughing up a lung (into your elbow of course because if you got spencer sick, you would never forgive yourself.)
"woah, hey just relax." he spoke, rubbing your back gently. "here, drink some water." he requested, but it wasn't much of a request at all. "slow, slow. there you go." the curly haired boy said, doing his best to comfort you.
"im sorry i ruined our date, spence." you mumbled, trying not to cry. spencer was already doing way more than he had to do, he didn't need to comfort you while you were crying, too.
"hey, hey, sweetheart. look at me." spencer whispered. "you didn't ruin anything. in fact, this is perfect. being here with you. not to mention you were worried about getting me sick, but judging from your eyes and how warm you are, you've been sick for a while. the sickness is generally most contagious before you're even sick. so, there's a chance i could get sick, but it's slim, and worth it for you."he rambled on, and on but was interrupted by a laugh of yours.
"spencer." you spoke as more of a question. "i-" you started. "thank you. for being here." it wasn't what you were originally going to say, but it fit anyway.
"don't thank me, sweetheart. now, come lie down, ive got snacks and a movie."
yet there was still a burning sensation in the bottom of your stomach.
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3. his day off
spencer had spent the night at your house, and you were both ecstatic that he had a day off. your eyes fluttered open and you were met with spencer lying down next to you. he was still asleep, but he was so warm. you couldn't help but bury your face into his bare chest.
soaking up his heat, you kissed his jaw before moving to get out of the bed. you wanted to make some breakfast for the two of you. you quietly made your way down the stairs, and opened the fridge.
you grabbed strawberries and whipped cream, and then moved to the cupboard to get the pancake mix. before you could even turn around, you felt spencers arms wrap around your torso. "spence, baby go back to bed." you requested leaning into his chest.
"no. i can make us food. you go back to bed." he smiled, kissing your shoulder before turning you around and kissing your lips. what he did next caught you by surprise. he lifted you up and carried you as a firefighter would.
"spence, what are you doing?" you laughed, holding onto his waist to ensure you wouldn't fall. he carried you back up the stairs and then proceeded to gently toss you onto the bed. "spencer!" you giggled once more.
he then jumped onto the bed right next to you. moving ontop of you, making sure not to put all of his weight on you. "hi." he mumbled, taking both of your wrists into one of his hands and then pinning them above your head.
"hi." you responded. you smiled and tried to kiss his lips, but failed when he moved away. he was teasing you.
"im gonna go make breakfast, you stay here." he spoke before giving you what you wanted and kissing your lips softly.
as he left the bedroom you couldn't help but think to yourself that he made you feel more than anyone ever.
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4. meeting the team
the team had requested that spencer brought you to one of rossis dinner parties, and he did not hesitate when bringing up the idea to you. you, however, we're terrified. so many questions clouding your mind. what if they didn't like you? what if you were too much?
your wonderful boyfriend was there, though. "y/n. they're going to love you. alright? you've got nothing to worry about. you're amazing, they'll love you and you'll love them." it still didn't work, but he didn't give up. "y/n... look at me." he requested, "you're perfect, okay? amazing. beautiful. gorgeous. smart, and my wonderful girlfriend. they kind of have to love you, because there's no way anyone couldn't." he kept comforting, and when he noticed a laugh, he knew he had succeeded.
"i just don't want them to not like me, but if you seriously think that they will like me, let's go." you said, taking his hand and moving toward the door.
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when the two of you arrived at rossis, he took your hand in his, and squeezed three times. you walked up the steps and into the house, then, everyone looked toward you and their faces lit up. they looked so excited.
"oh my god!" a woman, who you thought would be penelope, squeeled and rushed toward you. you offered your warmest smile and were shocked when she pulled you into a hug.
"hi, im-"
"i know who you are." she said as if you were supposed to know, "spencer never shuts up about you." she laughed. "this is aaron, jj, dave, emily, and the little guy is jack."
"hi." you smiled. you were still shy, but with spencer next to you, it turned out to be a great night.
with every touch, there was a new spark.
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5. jealousy.
recently, spencer and jj had been hanging out together. you know you have no reason to be upset, but you couldn't shake the feeling of jealousy. they were friends, and besides, you and spencer had only been going out for a month.
of course, spencer caught onto your feeling. "angel, talk to me. you're upset about something."
"no, it's nothing. im alright." you lied, trying your absolute hardest to convince him. it was useless, he could read you like you were an open book.
"don't lie to me, sweetheart." he requested, moving you toward to couch so you could sit down. "talk to me." his dark eyes looking into your own.
"you're going to laugh at me." you complained, a small smile creeping onto your face.
"probably, but if you're upset about it then im going to take it seriously." he agreed.
"i just- you're always with jj, and she's amazing, and i like her. i know i don't have a reason to be jealous, i just- i can't help it sometimes." you spoke, and he listened. that was what was amazing about spencer, as much as he would like to interrupt, he never did.
he couldn't help but let out a chuckle, "baby, are you serious?" he smiled before continuing, "jj is my co-worker, alright? that's it."
you breathed out, "i know, i know. i just, really really like what we have going on. i would never ever think you were cheating but sometimes my brain plays tricks on me."
"look at me." he spoke, grabbing both of your hands and turning more toward you. "you and me, okay? i know this is new, but i promise you that if you want it to work out as much as i do, it will."
god did you love him....
wait.
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+1. a drunken confession.
you had to admit, you had a few too many. after a lot of convincing, spencer had finally gotten you to go out for drinks with the team. the only way you could calm your racing nerves, was drinking until you couldn't feel anything.
"sweetheart, i think that's enough." spencer suggested softly, "almost everyone's gone, baby. let me take you home."
"mm, okay." you reluctantly agreed. allowing him to take your hand and lead you out of the bar.
the drive felt short, time passing on and on. when you finally reached the driveway, you didn't even realize until spencer was opening your door. "relax, baby. you don't gotta walk, i’ve got you."
when he reached for you, you instantly wrapped your arms around his neck and allowed him to carry you into the house. you just wanted to lie down, but spencer brought you to the bathroom. "spence, i wanna to to sleep." you whined.
"i know sweetheart, we gotta brush your hair and teeth and then we can get you dressed and into bed... alright?"
"okay."
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it took quite a while to get you ready for and into bed, but spencer didn't mind. he never did. "i love you." you blurted out and the look on spencers face was priceless. "im sorry, i know im way too far gone but i’ve been meaning to say that for so long i just never could."
he took a deep breath before pulling the blankets over you. "i love you." he mumbled, "always have. now, bedtime. go to sleep, sweetheart."
the fire didn't go away, but this time you acknowledged it.
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blackhottie25 · 4 months
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I need a fanfiction of Spencer Reid catching a whineeeeeeeeeeeeee from the readerrrrrrr
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If you’ve ever heard Proper Touch by Dejour y’all areadyyyyy knowwww the vibesssss
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roseloon · 1 year
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Y/N Interrupts a Phone Call from Hotch ;)
a/n: i literally wrote this on a whim! I haven’t rlly written in a while so ?? idk. enjoy. i fucking love this gif 🫶🏽
summary: you interrupt a phone call from hotch and spencer tries his best to keep quiet, despite how hard it is.
warnings: oral (m! receiving), kinda sub!spence, gagging, deep throating, i think that’s it lolol.
proofread and edited
“Reid, are you listening? I said that the unsub left a note at the scene. I need you to come in early to decipher it before I brief the team.” The doctor nods, trying so hard to listen to the authoritative voice of his boss and friend.
He should be paying attention right now.
The details of the case sounded bad this time, with the unsub dumping a body almost every week.
A person’s life could be at stake.
Spencer also had to think about his team members, who depended on him to decipher this note correctly.
To sum it up, the situation was serious.
But the sight below him was enough to make a grown man cry.
You, y/n, on your knees, mouth stuffed fucking full with your boyfriend’s cock. Trembling hands resting on his thighs, and the pretty white negligee adorning your body had been ruffled and wrinkled from him gripping it so damn hard.
God, you had been so naughty.
Insisting on a stuffing your mouth full of him while he answered the call.
“Y/N, please! Just wait five minutes.” Reid whispers, eyes begging yours to not do the one thing he knows will make him crumble.
“Please Spence,” You plead back, jutting out your bottom lip in a small pout. You run your hands up his thighs and he shakes his head.
“Baby-”
Spence is about to say something back just as his phone rings. He sends you a look before pressing the answer button.
“Y-yeah I’m r-right here with you Hotch. I can .. do that.” Spencer looks down at you, brushing his fingers over your bottom lip.
He wishes you could see yourself the way he sees you right now: absolutely wrecked.
Your eyes are glazed over, and heavy. Spit dribbles down from your chin as you push your mouth down further, despite his warning not to.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel Spencer’s cock throb in your throat.
He’s all you can think about.
Spencer, Spencer, Spencer
His taste, his smell, his hairs, his whimpers, his thick fucking cock going deeper and deeper down your throat.
When you gag on him, Spencer’s teeth sink down onto his lip, desperate to hide him whimpers.
His thighs clench as he feels his cock hit the back of your throat, and a zap of pleasure shoots down his spine.
“You’re d-doing so good.” He praises you quietly, and your face warms with embarrassment as he pulls his cock out to let you breathe.
You breathe deeply for a couple minutes as Spencer strokes your cheek.
“Reid .. who are you talking to?” Hotch asks, eyebrows furrowing as he pauses to listen for an answer.
There’s rustling on the other end and Hotch swears he hears the young doctor curse under his breath.
“N-Nobody! I gotta come Hotch, bye!” Spencer rushes out before hanging up on a very confused Aaron Hotchner.
“Come..?” Hotch repeats in confusion, placing the phone back onto the desk.
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mcondance · 15 days
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pretty brown eyes (quit breakin’ my heart); s14 spencer reid x fem!reader
fingering, in his lap in his driver’s seat, softdom!spence (it’s canon idc), i have only seen one ep of criminal minds so years of crushing on spence through edits and stuff are working overtime ☆ this was supposed to be just a quick thing just abt spencer’s puppy eyes but it turned into this whole thing so enjoy. mcon writing more than like 250 words? the spencer reid effect is crazy. ☆ title from pretty brown eyes by mint condition and i tweaked it a little to fit a motif in here okayokay enjoy
spencer’s eyes, wide and beautifully brown, are his key. he knows what he’s doing when he flashes them, makes them a thousand times more expressive than they usually are. 
he begs you with them, begs to have his favorite thing for dinner, begs you for a million kisses, and anything else you can think of. he’s dangerous.
but he’s even more dangerous when he’s using them to make you do something.
two fingers deep inside you, perched in his lap in the leaned-back driver’s seat of his car, you swear you could explode. his hands are practiced and precise and patient in their conquest.
your hand clamps around his wrist, trying futilely to do something, anything to control the shocks and waves building incessantly inside you. he’s too strong and you’re too weak and your hand only serves as something else to fuel him, to urge him to plunge his fingers ever deeper and rock his palm against your clit. his palm dampens with your wetness, joining his thighs beneath you and the expanse of your thighs too. 
“ah-” you borderline heave.
“mhm,” he hums, his chest rumbling under you. 
the car’s silence sets a perfect backdrop for your runaway whines and whimpers, “i can’t” and “spence” and “uh uh, please” flowing from your lips like the water threatening to fall from your eyes. his fingers disappearing inside you make their own disgusting noise, too. 
spencer takes it all in, into that calculating mind of his, eyes moving from where his hand works between your legs to the hand you have clamped around his over your stomach, and resting on your face that holds a multitude of sensations and thoughts and feelings. 
you squirm a little, too strung out to move more than a couple centimeters but of course, he picks it up. brown eyes find yours as you feel his head turn and yours turns to him, and you’re fucked. so fucked.
“can you take it for me? hmm?” he’s making you. you couldn’t say no to those eyes even if you had the strength to. he’s cunning and you both know what he’s doing, but his eyes plead for you to let him play with you and your body cries yes and it’s sealed, you’re sealed and signed and delivered. 
“yeah,” you nod and keen, and his eyes soften ever more, snapping nerves through your body, and you tighten around his fingers, pulling another hum from his chest. 
he needs to kiss you, so he does. awkward angle and all, he leans and takes your lips into a kiss. he’s breathtaking and shit, his kiss has you as fucked up as his hand between your thighs, the focused and fluid motions of his fingers and palm melting your body onto his. 
sweat has you sticking to him, too, soaking through your shirt and his, and if you were more sober you’d thank him for not making it where you’d have to suffer through soaked underwear and shorts on the ride home. 
intoxicated, though, you squeeze your eyes shut and lean your head onto his shoulder, finally giving into the pleasure he’d spend lifetimes just giving to you. 
“good.” he states, abundantly pleased at the tension leaving your body. he hums again, drawing closer to your neck so he’s watching the view from where you bear witness. 
“you feelin’ good, baby? now that you’re all sweet f’me?”
“mhm-hmm,” you keen. you’d be a lie if you said it didn’t send heat and a thousand butterflies rising up through you, and even if you could lie, your body gives you away. again you dig your nails into his arm and the other finds his face, cupping his cheek and rubbing through his stubble, and it calms you down by proxy. he could crack a smile, now, and he does, a little grin spreading across his stupidly gorgeous face, a tease and poison and pleasure all in one methodical, pretty, dazzling genius.
again, your ears focus on the sound. and, damningly, his do too, you can feel it in the quickening of his hand and the deep rolling in his chest when his fingers and your cunt grow louder, ricocheting off his windows and bouncing back to grace two pairs of ears. it's vulgar and disgusting, but you both indulge in it like the purest water on earth.
it feels good to let spencer work you how he knows you like, to be the only thing he has going on in that brain of his.
the sparks that have been growing in you since spencer first laid his hands on you are starting to glide into fireworks, and you can’t run from it. it’s the opposite of what you want to do. now, laid bare and pathetic in spencer’s arms, you just want to cum for him, and everything that comes with it.
spencer knows, and he does nothing differently. consistency brings you to the edge and your head falls back to find his eyes, devout and resolute, clear in what he wants from you. you’re swimming in them, floating lazily through and he nods demandingly slow, and his request is fulfilled, his eyes are too beautiful and expressive and wanting for you to not cum.
cradled in his arms, you shiver with the pleasure of it, whines and sobs validated by spencer’s soft hum as he watches you unfold. shuddering, it flows through you and obeys the movements of spencer’s hand while he follows your bursting with parted lips and wondering eyes. 
as your breath returns to you, and the stars behind your eyes take their place back in the sky, your chest still heaves softly, sense and brains returning to you slowly. you open your eyes to find spencer’s staring right at you, soft with adoration and amused contentment.
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inkdrinkerworld · 7 months
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imagine it’s readers first day with the bau and she shows up in like a cute sweater vest and jeans and loafers and everyone’s like omg it’s mini Reid and they’re like embarrassed but also like umm he’s hot so like maybe it’s fine
you think you're overdressed.
your sweater vest is full of alternating pink and purple squares, a brown pair of corduroy pants and loafers that can be replaced with boots if you need to.
you walk into the bull pen and everyone stops short. their eyes all settle on you and you feel your anxiety peak.
the man sitting to your right, with his head cleanly shaven looks to the man in front of him - a man who's dressed similarly to you.
except where your glasses are a little more round, his are square and he has a tie on under his brown sweater vest.
"spence, you got a twin you're not telling us about?" the bald man asks and the man, 'spence' looks up at you.
"hey," he starts and then his cheeks and neck flush. "that's a nice sweater vest." he pushes his glasses back up the bridge of his nose before looking back at his desk.
"thanks," you say, smoothing a hand down your chest.
"morgan," a girl with black hair starts, "hi, i'm emily." she's pretty as she smiles you notice.
"hi emily." you say politely and then look at all three of them. "do any of you know where i can find agent hotchner?" you ask quietly and the bald manmsmiles.
"you're our new teammate," he deduces, you nod even if you're a little confused.
"i guess so," you shrug and he smiles. introducing himself as derek morgan.
"spencer will take you to hotch, you two can talk about colour cordination for tomorrow."
spencer rolls his eyes and flicks derek on his forehead as he passes him and gestures for you to follow him. "don't listen to derek, you look nice." his cheeks heat as he gives the compliment and you think he looks even cuter now.
the compliment burns your belly and you give spencer a smile. "thanks spencer, you look nice as well." his cheeks redden worse as he knocks on agent hotchner's door.
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hennyjwrites · 9 months
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Spencer Reid having fun on the plane
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“Spence.” Y/N giggled out a small sigh of pleasure as he sucked on her neck. His hands roamed her body as he desperately brought his face back to her lips. He kissed her roughly as her hands tangled into his hair. His finger looped around her panties as he shimmied them down her thighs. His hands rubbed up and down your thighs before they found their way on the inner side.
“Hm?” He mumbled against your lips as his finger inched closer to your pussy. Your breath got heavier against his lips. His lips fought with yours for dominance that he easily won. Spencer's fingers swiped over your entrance. You were wet already. Wet enough that he was able to slip his fingers right inside you, curling them upwards. You gasped into his mouth and then moaned slightly.
Spencer pulled away to look at you and your facial expressions. Your mouth dropped as he moved his fingers, specifically his middle and ring finger in and out of you at a comfortable pace. “Baby.” You mumbled reaching for him. Spencer smiled at the term of endearment before leaning back down and kissing you once more.
“We will be landing in less than 5 minutes, agents. Just a heads up.” The captain of the BAU’s private plane announced over the speaker. You and Spencer both sighed as he had no choice but to pull away. Spencer helped you step into your underwear and pants before moving from the couch he so often slept on. You both sat comfortably, except for the obvious sexual frustration as you waited for the plane to land.
Before you both stepped off the plane, Spencer pulled you back into him. He kissed you more gingerly than earlier. “Come to my hotel room tonight.” He whispered to you as if you both weren’t alone.
You nodded, kissing him again. “Was already planning on it.” You pulled away from him and walked off the plane where the team was waiting for the both of you with evidence from another case that could help you with this one. You sighed, not ready to continue hiding your relationship with the one you loved from the people that you loved.
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ssa-jet · 1 year
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Everyone’s Replaceable👥
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Black!Fem!Reader (romantic to platonic), BAU x Reader
Category: angsty anti-reader
Summary: Reader wakes up from a 6-month coma and comes back to work, but what happens when she learns that she’s been replaced?
Content: mentions of medically-induced coma, being shot, blood, near-death, depression, suicidal thoughts
Reader Behavior: I usually don’t add descriptions but reader is a bitch in this story (rightfully so). She’s angry about the circumstances and will lash out at anyone (except Penelope). *adding this bc if you feel like that’s not how you would react in this situation, it might be hard to ignore her behavior.*
*reader has a job in the B.A.U. that I created specifically for this story called a case advisor. a case advisor is basically someone that takes the cases that JJ doesn’t deem a priority. they’ll provide advice and assistance to the police departments as to what step to take next, but they won’t fly out to every location to do so— they have an office where they provide assistance over the phone.*
I always had an outfit for every occasion. Dinner dates, girls nights, sleepovers, work, etc., but I never picked an outfit for coming back from the dead. The metaphorical dead, that is. I figured that something casual would work, since I didn’t expect to be thrust into a case on my first day back. After sifting through my somewhat extensive wardrobe, I settled on my F/C sweater and some jeans, before adding a cute pair of Converse to finalize the look.
My outfit was unprofessional, but since there wasn’t a Pinterest board for outfits fit for this specific occasion, I had to improvise. A little makeup and some jewelry topped off my less-than-acceptable outfit for the day, but it was too late to change, so I grabbed my keys and hurried out of my apartment.
I felt an oddly nostalgic feeling as I drove to the B.A.U. building, and I even took the long way to allow myself more time to get my thoughts together. I should’ve been happy to see my friends and my boyfriend again, but instead, all I could feel was the slow and steady anger bubble inside me. I had been in a medically-induced coma for the last six months after sustaining seven gunshot wounds, and four out of the six months I spent on life-support, I was alone in my hospital room, my only visitors being the endless number of nurses, doctors, and specialists coming to see me.
When I woke up, I was told that, in the first two months, my coworkers flooded my room in between every case they tackled, sitting at my bedside and discussing their favorite memories of me with one another. After the second month was over, my regular guests whittled down to one blonde woman with fun glasses and a kind smile— Garcia. My doctor also told me that she would send me one, large, vibrant bouquet of flowers in the months that she couldn’t come and see me. Of course, I appreciated the kind gesture, but what I couldn’t wrap my head around was why no one else— including my boyfriend of eight months— hadn’t come to see me.
At first, I chalked it up to busyness. “He’s busy,” I thought. “Maybe he tried to make time for me and got sidetracked.” Eventually, I realized that I couldn’t lie to myself anymore. Spencer clearly didn’t care enough about me to visit me while I was inches away from death. Once I came to this realization, I allowed myself to cry and wallow in my grief for a couple of months I even attempted to convince myself that I didn’t need him, but lying to myself would only make it worse.
Once my sorrow subsided, I was left with anger. I marched myself down to the hospital and asked for a copy for my medical documents, including my visitor logs and information on who paid for my life support. At first, the nurse was reluctant to hand over my medical information, but a quick flash of my F.B.I. credentials changed her mind. Of course I felt guilty, but I needed to see the logs. I needed to confirm that one of the most important people in my life was absent when it was hanging in the balance.
I exited the hospital that day with a tan file in my shaky hands, and I couldn’t wait until I got home to open the file and gingerly remove its contents. My eyes scanned the logs, and the name ‘Spencer Reid’ stopped showing up after two months, which meant that the doctor didn’t lie. I thought I was done wallowing, but I couldn’t stop the hot tears from sliding down my cheeks at the thought of laying half-dead in a hospital room without my boyfriend by my side.
My thoughts came to a halt when I pulled into the parking lot of the large building, and I could swear my heart audibly dropped into my shoes. A shaky breath rattled my lungs as I checked my hair and makeup one last time. Here goes nothing.
I pushed the glass doors of the B.A.U open and walked inside, my heart beating loudly in my ears. Part of me wanted to spin on my heel and walk back to my car, but my feet, having other plans, carried me forward. Unfortunately, it didn’t take long for someone to spot me. Garcia gasped and dropped the stack of files she was holding and let out an ear-piercing scream. Without warning, she ran over to me and threw herself onto me, wrapping me in a tight hug. I quickly returned the favor, a sigh escaping my lips. “I’ve missed you,” she croaked. “I know, I’ve missed you, too,” I replied, holding her at arm’s length. We exchanged weak smiles before hugging again. While we hugged, something caught my eye. The nameplate outside of my office read ‘Samantha Bridges’ and not Y/N L/N. “Penelope,” I said, releasing her from our hug. “Yeah?” “Who’s Samantha Bridges?” I inquired, my gaze trained on the nameplate. “The new case advisor,” she mumbled. What?!
There’s a million things I could’ve said in that moment, but all I could manage was “What?!” Garcia nodded, looking down and away from me. “You’ve been replaced.” “Yeah, I can see that,” I snapped. I instantly regretted it but I couldn’t control myself. “Where is she?” I demand. “With Reid at his desk.” Now I knew why he didn’t come to visit me. He had moved onto my replacement. I have Garcia a short hug before telling her that I wasn’t angry at her. She nodded and watched as I stormed over to Spencer’s desk, where he was happily chatting with a girl that, surprisingly, resembled me. “What the hell?” I exclaimed, a look of disgust on my face. The two turned to me, faces painted with shock. “Y/N,” Spencer whispered. “I-I didn’t think y-you’d come back.” “Yeah, I can fucking see that,” I snapped again without an ounce of regret in my body. “Hi,” the girl said. “I’m Sa—” “I don’t give a fuck who you are,” I replied harshly, to which she dropped her hand and looked up at Spencer, who looked like a puppy that had been kicked too many times. The thought of him suffering the consequences of his own actions brought a genuine smile to my face.
“Y/N…” he started. “Why didn’t you visit me, huh?” I interject. “I… I got—” “Busy cheating on me with other girls,” I finished. “Spence, who’s this?” Samantha asked him. “You’re not talking to him, you’re talking to me,” I told her, causing her to turn her gaze towards mine. “I am— I was —his girlfriend.” If she could get pale, she would’ve. I turned my focus back to Spencer, who looked like he’d seen a ghost. “I take seven bullets for this team and land myself in a medically-induced coma for you to cheat on me with my clone from Wish.” “Y/N, please, can we talk somewhere else?” Spencer begged. “There’s nothing to talk about,” I replied harshly, watching the hopeful twinkle in his eye disappear. “You cheated on me while I was on life support. I thought boyfriends were supposed to visit their half-dead girlfriends in the hospital.” By then, JJ, Morgan, and Emily had gathered around us, and Garcia followed suit.
“If I knew that sacrificing myself for this team would cost me six months of my life, I would’ve never joined in the first place,” I told them, a single tear slipping down my cheek and causing my voice to tremble. “I-I can’t even comprehend this betrayal.” “Y/N…” Samantha whispered. “I don’t wanna hear shit from you,” I barked, causing her to shrink away from the anger that radiated off of my body as I spoke. “I got a copy of my visitation logs from when I was in my coma, and I saw how the visits from everyone that wasn’t named Penelope Garcia stopped after two months.” “In fact, she even delivered me a bouquet of flowers every time she couldn’t come see me, as well as paid for my life support.” I turned to look at her, my eyes filled with unshed tears threatening to spill if I didn’t finish my speech. “Penelope, I owe you my life,” I said, watching as she offered a small smile and nodded, her own tears in her eyes. “Anything that you need me to do, I’ll do it.” I looked back at the team, who’s eyes were all glassy with tears formed from the hatred that filmed my body. “As for you all,” I announced, watching as they hung on to every word in anticipation for what disheartening blow I would deliver next. “I thought family looked out for one another, but it seems like no one returned the favor. Waking up in a strange new world with no one to guide you through it is something I would never wish on anyone, even you guys.” “If I knew that my team would turn their backs on me and my boyfriend would cheat on me, I would’ve forced myself to live out my fantasy delusion I lived in when I was in the coma. A delusion where Spencer and I got married and had kids. That’s just what it is— a delusion. If I were to live it out, I would’ve flatlined, and who knows? Maybe it wouldn’t have been such a bad thing after all.”
“If I knew what was waiting for me when I arrived, I would’ve spared you all the pain of seeing your former teammate that you abandoned, and instead, written a resignation letter. Since I didn’t come prepared,” I grab a sticky note off of Morgan’s desk and took a pen, scribbling down a note and thrusting it into JJ’s hands. “Give this to Hotch,” I demanded. “What’s it say?” Emily asked quietly. “‘I quit.’” Everyone’s faces fell as they all looked at me with expressions full of pain. “You don’t have to do this,” Morgan said. “Yes, I do, Derek.” The harsh use of his first name caused him to hang his head in the shame felt by the entire team. “There’s nothing left for me here. I can see that you already have your Black female in power, and it’s clear as day that you don’t want another one.” “Y/N, I’m so sorry for what happened,” Emily whispered. “I really am.” “I believe you.” Three words caused their faces to change to looks of hope, and four words took them away. “But, it’s too late.” I turned around and walked over to Garcia, wrapping her in another hug. “You’re leaving?” she asked, her voice filled with pain that brought a fresh set of tears to my eyes. “Yeah. We’ll talk, okay?” “Okay,” she mumbled, pulling away to sniffle and wipe her tears. “There’s nothing I have to say to you guys,” I told the team. If it was possible to look even more defeated, they did. “But Samantha,” I said. She perks up and looks at me with her face all red and blotchy. I had no idea why she was crying, seeing as this would’ve been a good thing for her, as it meant that she wouldn’t lose her job. “Remember that everyone’s replaceable.” All Samantha did was sniffle and blink away the stray tears. “And Spencer,” I called. He feebly looked up at me, his eyes already a bright shade of red from the tears. “Go fuck yourself.” It hurt to say, but the pain lessened when I reminded myself that he deserved it. With nothing else to say, I spun around and marched out of the building for the last time.
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2012aura · 1 year
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under your mattress
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summary : everyone had their secrets, yours just happen to be contained in a box under your bed.
warnings : snooping
pairing : spencer reid x black!reader
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you and spencer had been dating for around a year now, and you felt as close as you humanly could. but every human has its secrets, every single last one of them, including you.
that smile plastered on your face every day when you stepped into the office fell just as fast when you stepped out those walls. those very crowded walls that you called your workplace, and sure work made you happy, the bau family made you the happiest and so did spencer. but you didn't understand happiness, before this monumental change in your daily routine. as a kid, you lived in las vegas, in one of the poorest and crime-filled neighborhoods, compared to your boyfriend. he was a child prodigy, he knew nothing other than being so, but you, oh jesus you knew. you have lived as a naive girl, an antisocial teenager, and a once-running-from-cops sort of girl. you have lived many lifetimes in this small one that you own now, you were currently twenty-one years old.
you have gone completely sober, with no alcohol, no parties, and only the occasional smoking here and there. for these unspeakable things you have done, you had a journal that you hid under your bed, it was an old shoe box from one of your childhood pairs of shoes. sure it seems weird in your mind when you pull out the now faded sparkly box of some light-up shoe you forgot the name of, but the piles of letters and notes in there explained your every thought from every living moment of your life. surprisingly this wasn't a problem, you've had roommates, and partners who never really questioned the late hours of the night when they could see that iconic box being pulled out and you sitting on the floor with a pair of soundproof headphones. it was your safe haven, and you honestly didn't want anyone to disturb that, that was until you met spencer.
he was nosy, and everyone knew it, which wasn't a bad thing, in fact in some cases it was good. but not in this one, never would it be good in this one, the things you had in that box were sacred. you thought of it like the bible, writing every waking moment you could remember, and with that came good and the bad. it was an early saturday morning, spencer decided to stay over after the movie marathon you both had last night, and you not knowing any better sat your sorry ass on the floor and began to write. you wrote how you enjoyed spencers company, how you adored him and his words and his being in general. it was different with him, it really was, no one has ever treated you with so much respect, love, and care. not even your own father could come to this point, and your absolutely adored spence for that, you worshiped the ground he walked on like he was some god. so you wrote and wrote, and even as your fingers grew cramped and numb you didn't put the mechanical pencil in your hand down.
you didn't take notice of spencers not so sleeping eyes for staring daggers into the back of your head. this night has opened my eyes by the smiths was blaring in your ears and you had no plan on stopping the sweet melodies that studied your ears at this moment until you felt the bed shift, spencer was trying to catch a peak. he knew about your journaling habit but he had never seen it up close and personal, and he had never dreamed of it, he knew this was something close and personal to you. but what person doesn't wanna get an insight into their partners' life before they were together? when you felt the bed shift you swiftly closed the journal, with the long drawstring that kept it closed, carefully placed it inside the box, and slid it under your bed, into the darkness once again. you knew nearly everything about spencer, but he knew only so much about you. you didn't talk about your family, not much anyways, you always said things like, “oh yeah my childhood was fine, had my mom and dad, and i grew up alright.” but as a profiler spencer knew there were wounds deep below the surface.
you removed your headphones from your ears and before you could speak spencer beat you to it, “easy there tiger, i'm not gonna look at your journal.” he said in a rather silly way. it made you giggle, “yeah i know spence, just didn't expect you to be up so early!” you brightly said as your climbed back onto the bed, forgetting all about the music playing on your phone. you cuddled next to him, his slim form molding into yours. you like mornings like this, the silence of the birds outside and the sun shining hitting spencers eyes just right, letting them melt into a pool that you could drown in. “want some breakfast spence, it's on the house” on the house was a joke you'd both usually make, he initially met you when you were a waitress, waiting to get into the law field but things didn't take off yet. you worked at the infamous waffle house, yup a fucking waffle house. still, you two didn't start dating until you moved your work to the bau. “sure thing baby, i bet it's gonna be delicious,” and with that you were out of his arms and making your way to your little apartment kitchen, waiting for him to follow behind.
you wanted to trust him, trust that he was just soaking in the sunlight but your mind begged you to think otherwise. so after a few seconds, you came back and peeked your head in, and he seemed to be in deep thought. “hey spence, you coming?” he snapped out of it, and just nodded his head full of curls as he got up from the bed. you spent most of the morning fooling around and eating breakfast, knowing soon enough you had to clock in while spence got to stay back. the hours before that dreadful call at twelve were spent watching your favorite movie, midsommar. spencer found it weird but jesus you couldn't deny it was your favorite. eventually, that dreadful phone call came ringing in, and you knew your lazy morning with spencer was coming to an end. you hurried and got ready, not trying to spend any more time fooling around, more than you already had been. within thirty-five minutes you were ready, your hair in its naturally curly state and you made sure to make yourself look presentable. you were grabbing your bag on your way to the door when spencer stopped you, his tall figure now standing against yours, “you sure you don't want me to drive you?” he asked. you would've said yes if it wasn't for the fact that you had to work late, “no thank you spence, gotta work a little later today! but don't wait up for me, you deserve your rest!” and with a couple of couple kisses to his lips and cheek you were out the door with your cross body bookbag and a light coat.
spencer was left all alone in your apartment, not that he minded by any means, but jesus curiosity was eating him from the inside out. he wandered to your room a couple of times, sitting in the same position as you a couple of times. every time he decided to get up and walk right back to the couch, he couldn't disrespect you like that, he just couldn't. but one look wouldn't hurt, right? how much can a book really contain if he was thinking realistically, many people only write minor things in these sorts of things. so once again he was on the same floor, now facing the bedroom door. he knew what he was doing was wrong, but he needed to know. so he started reading, and at first, there wasn't anything major. it was dated all the way from when you were fifteen and there were multiple journals and letters in this box so this could take a while. almost every passage had an opinion about one of the letters which were all numbered. he feared that maybe they were suicide notes, but as he flipped each one over they had addresses on them, mostly the same one, but some changed depending on the year. he opened number one, reading it before reading the passage about it, these were all from your father. you had told spencer your father was very much in your life and that he always had been. but these letters date back years, years before these journals were even made.
he kept reading and reading and didn't stop, his eyes reading every page rapidly because you wrote a lot with those delicate hands of yours. once he reached letter ten he stopped, it was around eight-thirty now, and he knew that you'd be arriving in a little. so he put the letters and first journal back into the box. sliding it back under the bed just as you did hours before, he let himself sit on the bed. letting everything he read sink in, and there was a lot to let sink in. a part of him felt like he didn't know you, he didn't know any of this before he decided to snoop and maybe it was a good thing he snooped. he learned a lot, about your father being in prison for all of your life, your mother's abusive tendencies, the fucked up things about your siblings and even the worst parts of yourself. he let his head fall into his hands, dragging them down his face and sighing in a stressful manner.
he didn't know you at all, he knew this idealized version of yourself that you created, this fake person. he laid himself on the bed and turned off the bedside light, nothing but the moon letting light into the room, and he soon drifted to sleep. around three-thirty in the morning he felt the bed dip, he wondered if you had just gotten in or if you had been writing for hours. he cuddled against you, no matter what he still loved you, even if what he knew was fake. maybe one day you’d feel comfortable enough to share these secrets with him but for now, these secrets would be held within his mind, until they were bought to light one day.
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