Bi Spencer Reid - Blog Posts

i’m still mad

I found this as a blank meme on Reddit and I couldn't resist 😂

The fact that throughout the years, they kept giving Reid love interest vibes with women that had names more typically given to men.

Austin.

Dylan.

Dorian.

Max.

It's almost like someone behind the scenes was fighting to preserve the ghost of Reid's bisexu - [GUNSHOTS FROM THE CBS SNIPER NAILING ME]

Gifted Lunch From a Secret Boyfriend

SPENCER REID x MALE!READER

Warnings: Suggestive (making out), otherwise fluffy, reader is called "sweet boy"

Requested: No

A/N: When I have the motivation, I can write pretty quickly. And feel free to request stuff, whether that be art or fanfic!

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It was early in the morning when Spencer arrived in the bullpen of the BAU, getting himself settled without much of a rush since there wasn't any news about a case yet. The large room was quiet since most of his coworkers hadn't arrived yet. He took advantage of this peace by pulling out a book that his wonderful boyfriend—you—gifted him. By God, he loved you more than anything. You knew just what he liked and what to get him. You were so thoughtful towards him.

As the morning dragged on, he was wrapped up in the book’s contents, mesmerized by the descriptive words on the pages. He could imagine you reading them to him, or vice versa, and the thought made him warm and gooey on the inside. He didn't even realize that he was smiling like an idiot until Derek pointed it out.

“Hey, kid, what's got you in such a good mood so early in the morning, huh?”

He broke free from his trance to look up at his coworker, blinking a few times before he responded with, “nothing. I just found a really good book”, which seemed like an acceptable answer to Derek. He sighed in relief, thankful that his micro-expressions weren't picked up on.

None of his teammates knew that he had a boyfriend, and he intended to keep it that way. It wasn't like he was embarrassed by you—no, not at all—he just didn't want to be teased and mocked. Besides, they didn't even know he was bisexual, which would add to the jokes. Only JJ knew, and he was lucky that she was able to keep secrets, unlike his other best friend.

He looked up when he heard Hotch calling for a meeting in the conference room, undoubtedly for a new case to crack. He thinned his lips in disappointment of not finishing his book, reluctantly packing it up into his satchel. As soon as he stood up from his chair, he saw something out of the corner of his eye. Something familiar. And so he turned his head and found you walking up to him with a big smile.

He nearly froze, his face turning pale. His eyes darted around, trying to see if anyone was watching, before gently taking you by the arm and dragging you into the nearest empty room. “What are you doing here?” He asked in a whisper, clearly panicked. “Someone could have seen you.”

You lifted up a brown paper bag, wordlessly communicating that you brought him the lunch that you made for him. He huffed in slight amusement, grabbing the bag and setting it on the ground beside the door. He looked back up at you and cupped your face, giving you a serious expression.

“You need to tell me when you do that next time, okay, sweet boy? My coworkers give me a hard time as it is; they're gonna tease you, too, if they find out we’re dating, and I don't want that.”

You nodded in understanding, though you were a little bummed out about not being able to show how much you love your boyfriend in his workplace. He could tell exactly how you were feeling based on the slight shift in your face. “I know, sweet boy, but this is for the best. I’m just not comfortable yet. When I’m ready, I’ll tell you.”

Spencer then leaned in for a kiss, humming pleasantly at the way your lips slotted together so perfectly. He thought you were perfect for each other, subjectively. He could never get tired of kissing you or touching you or seeing you or hearing you or tasting you. Every sense of his was on high alert whenever you were around, and he was always determined to flush out each one until you were both satisfied. He was brought back down to reality when he heard you whimper.

As soon as he heard that, he moved a hand down to the small of your back so he could pull you closer. He suddenly broke the kiss when he felt a speckle of dust tickle his nose, causing him to sneeze. He glanced around the room, noticing just how spotty the empty storage closet you were currently occupying was.

“This is pretty unsanitary. You know, inhaling too much dust can lead to rather unpleasant effects such as lower respiratory infections, heart disease, chronic obstructive pulmonary disease, strokes, and lung cancer. They should have cleaned this room even though nobody uses it and given it a different purpose; it serves as a hazard-” He paused in his ramble when you noted that he was the one who dragged you both in there.

Spencer chuckled awkwardly and scratched the back of his neck, averting his eyes to the ground. “Right. Sorry about that, sweet boy. I shouldn't have grabbed you like that, it was rather rude of me.” You reassured him with a peck to his cheek.

His smile became more genuine as he continued kissing you, holding you even closer than before. He sighed against your lips, which he slowly traced with the tip of his tongue until you opened them. His wet muscle slipped inside, dancing with yours in an encased, sensual display of love. You mumbled about how he was worried about dust just a few moments ago, but he couldn't bring himself to care anymore. All he cared about was you.

He shivered as he felt one of your hands wiggle under his many layers to caress his back, enjoying the way your cold fingertips met his heated skin. He slotted his thigh between your legs, pinning you to the metal shelf behind you. Things were getting hotter and hotter until both of you heard Hotch ask for Spencer, forcing you to pull away. He was just as disgruntled as you at the situation, but he didn't have a choice; he had a killer to catch.

He picked up his bag of lunch and planted a chaste kiss to your lips, opening the door for you. He waited about a minute before heading out, meeting the rest of his team in the conference room with a curt apology of being late.

Soon. Soon he would be confident enough to come out to his team and show just how much he loved you. Soon, but not yet. Not yet.

Underneath the Fairy Lights

SPENCER REID x MALE!READER

Warnings: none (so short yet fluffy!! 🥰🥰), reader is called "sweet boy"

Requested: no

A/N: This isn't my first time writing an "x reader" and it won't be my last, but I haven't written something like this in a while (I mainly write "canon x oc"), so don't judge me if it's not perfect—I'm just a guy! 😖😖

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Spencer was tired as he made his way through the threshold of his apartment after opening the front door, closing it with a bump of his arm. He lazily kicked off his shoes, but still made an effort to straighten them out against the wall. He placed his satchel on his cluttered work desk, and that was when he heard footsteps approaching.

Already knowing who it was, he glanced over his shoulder at you and smiled despite being so utterly exhausted; he lit up whenever he saw you. He sighed as you wrapped your arms around him in a gentle embrace, melting into your touch as he let all thoughts of work exit his mind.

“Hey, sweet boy. I’m sorry, I thought we would be getting home earlier,” he mumbled while turning around to face you and hug you properly. “There was another victim right as we were packing up; we thought we caught the right guy.”

You looked up at him sympathetically, a small pout on your lips as you squeezed your arms around him in a silent assurance that it was okay—mistakes happen. His smile widened just a fraction, as if he knew what you were saying without actually saying it. You two were just connected like that, and that in itself was calming to him.

Something took him out of the moment, though. Something soft yet distracting. He tilted his head up to find a light source peeking out from where the bedroom door was cracked open, his curiosity piqued. He uttered your name, inquiring what exactly you cooked up when he was away.

You grinned and grabbed him by his wrist, leading him into the bedroom to show what you had built; a pillow fort that was surprisingly stable even though it was made up of pillows, blankets, and chairs. Spencer stared at it for a few seconds before chuckling in a fond manner, running his fingers through your hair. He allowed himself to be pulled inside, studying the interior with an expression of awe as he settled on the bed beside you.

“This is beautiful, sweet boy. Thank you. I think.. I really needed this.” He said earnestly, his eyes sparkling underneath the fairy lights.

You thought he never looked prettier than he did now. When you placed a hand on his chest, he shifted his focus back onto you, feeling giddy from your loving gaze that wouldn't stray from him for even a second. He was a good-looking man, he knew that, but it still warmed his heart when you paid the utmost attention to him.

He moved onto his side so that you were facing each other again, no longer admiring the fort but instead admiring each other. The glow of the lights hanging above illuminated both of your features in an enrapturing way, accentuating everything that you loved about each other. At least, the physical things. Spencer found himself reaching up to cup your cheek, cooing as you nuzzled into his warm palm.

“I love you very much, my sweet boy. You make me very, very happy.”

You closed your eyes and murmured out your own “I love you”, but it wasn't like either of you needed to respond to the other in order to know that your feelings are mutual. That was the beauty of your relationship, and no one would be able to take that away.