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"Daddy's home!" Derek calls out as a joke when he shut the door to his and Reid's appartment. He glances around for Spencer, wondering why his joke wasn't wothy of at least a pained groaned from the younger man. "Spencer?" He calls, hoping for a reaction this time so he doesn't go into a blind panic looking for him.

He's looking at the kitchen when he feels skinny arms wrap around his legs. Derek turns, finding Spencer latched onto his legs with no intend of letting go any time soon. "Hey Reid, you, um, okay there?" Derek brushes a hand over Spencer's long curls. Spencer tilts his head op to see his boyfriend. Derek can't help but smile as he sees Reid's favouite pacifier bopping away in his mouth. "Well hello kiddo" Morgan ruffles his hair and Spencer giggles. Guess Daddy is really home. Derek thinks to himself.

Spencer mumbles something enthusiastically behind his pacifier and Derek just nods. Knowing better then to try and make sense of anything Spencer is trying to say at the momment. Derek reaches down, trying to detach his little from his legs so they could at least move to couch for a snuggle. But Spencer whines and whimpers, clinging on tighter.

"I've missed you too, i just need you to let go for a few seconds so we go cuddle on the couch instead of the kitchen. Now come on sweet boy" Derek tries in vain to remove Spencer's arms from him. Derek groans and swears that if he could he'd give Reid's ass a smack for disobeying him. He's never had the heart to actaully do it, finding that talking about whatever is making Spencer extra clingly works best to push the date of the next clingly epsoide back.

"If you can stand op for Daddy then he'll carry to the couch, sound good?" Derek offers op the golden prize, being carried. While Derek doesn't mind carrying Spencer, he'll carry him any time he wants. Spencer is very particulier about when being carried is good, and when it's hell on earth. Spencer immediately stands, arms still around Derek, but now around his wasit instead of his legs.

Derek takes Spencer's arm from around him, sighing as the younger man whines at the removel. Derek set the mans arms around his neck instead before hoisting his little op around his hips.

Spencer giggles so loudly that the big grey sweater (That he's stolen from Derek's side of the closet) falls off his shoulder and Derek has to reajust it to keep the man warm. When he brings them both to the living room, it's clear from the state of the couch that Spencer's just woken op from a nap. A light purple blanket is strewn across the cushions, a throw pillow is laid down and flat from the pressure of Spencer's head, and of course there's his favouite stuffie, Rocky. A small brown dog that Luke gave him. Spencer thought it looked like a male verison of Roxy, therefore Rocky.

Derek pushes Rocky aside and sets them both down with a thud. This should explain Spencer's behavior, he always needs some extra love and snuggles after a nap. But Derek thinks there's something more. He pulls the pacifier from Spencer mouth, chuckling as his little whines for his comfort item. "I know Baby you want your paci, but i need to know what's going on first. Daddy can't help if he doesn't know what's wrong, remember?" Derek craddles Reid's cheek as the man whimpers and reaches for the pacifier. Derek grabs his hand with the one holding the pacifier.

"I just wan my paci" Spencer whines, big brown eyes holding back a flood of tears that theaten to fall any second. "Daddy needs to know first, then you can have your paci" Derek explains, knowing full well Spencer only caught half of what he said. Reid huffs. "Case, Tobias Hankel. Paci please?" Spencer blinks away a few tears as he tries to graps the pacifier, begining to rock forward ever so slightly. Derek lets go and pops the pacifier into Spencer waiting mouth.

"I'm so sorry baby, Daddy's so sorry" Derek brings Spencer close to his chest, repeating the rocking motion as he soothingly rubs the smaller man's back. "You're safe here, i promise. You're safe with Daddy" Derek pesses a kiss to Spencer's hair. Spencer lets out a small sob and Derek regets ever prodding at the issue. It takes a few minutes but Spencer's cries die out and Derek maneuvers them into a comfortable postion.

Spencer laying in front him with Rocky, a blanket tucked around them, and the Tv playing Bill Nye the science guy, because while Spencer might know every fact in the show, it's still science related and it's fun enough to keep his attention for a few hours. Spencer whould later recount that they laid together for three hours, 23 minutes and 13 seconds. To Derek it doesn't matter how long they cuddle. Just that Spencer feels safe with him. And when Spencer starts to snore, Morgan's knows he's got it right.

Little struggles

Parring: Penelope Garcia x Spencer Reid x Derek Morgan

Summary: Penelope comes home to an upset Spencer and Derek trying to comfort him. They help Spencer feel better.

Penelope is so excited to get home. Derek and Spencer took a personal day, while she wanted to join them. She was called in on an emergency and had to leave her little boy with his Daddy. It's not that they don't get along when Spencer's little, it's just that it's harder for Derek to understand him. She hurris op the stairs, so very exited to see her little boy and her co-caregiver and boyfriend after being gone until the night hours.

When she opens the door, she's greeted with a sence she's not happy to see. Derek's trying to get Spencer to take his fingers out from his mouth, and Spencer is having none of it. He's chewing on his fingers and he does not want a teether and he's in tears over this. Derek's desperately trying to calm his tears. "Mama!" Spencer's cries are muffled as he rushes Penelope. She takes him into her embrace and he burries his head into her neck. Derek follows behind him, bright purple teether in his hand. He greets his girlfriend with a kiss. She gives him a very clear look.

What the hell is happending? What did you do?

Derek shrugs and Pen rubs Spencer's back. "Oh baby boy" Penelope snuggles her head into his as she contiues to rub his back. Spencer snuggles close and Penelope knows what she has to do next. She grabs ahold of Spencer's legs and hoists her sweet baby op around her hips. Spencer sniffles and wraps his arms around her neck. Derek sighs quietly as Pen brings their baby to the couch. They all settle down and Penelope motions for the teether. Derek slides op close to them, laying an arm around penelope. She taps Spencer's cheek lightly. Spencer pulls back, still chewing on his two middle fingers.

"You know you can't keep chewing on your fingers, you'll hurt yourself. I'm actaully pretty sure it's already hurting you and that's why you're so upset. So you wil either take this teether, or Daddy wil get you a pacifier. Okay? we just want our sweet baby to be happy"

Spencer slips his fingers from his mouth, still crying slightly and sniffling. "Paci please?" Derek's already op before Spencer gets to please. "That's better, no need for tears baby boy" She uses her thumb to wipe his tears away. It only makes Spencer cry even more. " 'm sorwy Mama" He cries, useing his balled op hands to wipe away more tears. Pen contiues to rub his back soothingly as her little cries. Penelope grabs a tissue and wipes Spencer's face clean of tears and snot. "It's okay, i think you owe Daddy an apology too, don't you?" She asks, almost completely sure he's given Derek a hard time. Spencer nods, lips draw into a sad pout. Derek returns with Spence's favouite pacifier, a kinda clear, plain, light purple pacifier.

Derek goes to pop the pacicfier in his mouth, and he looks rather confused when Spence's hands come op in claws and he pushes it back. Derek glances to Penelope for back-op, she nods towards Spencer. The little grabs his Daddy's hand, glancing to Derek's eyes for a breif moment before focusing on his collarbone instead. " 'm sorwy for givin you a hard time Daddy" Spence mumbles. Derek sighs happliy, holding the pacifier infront of Spence's mouth. "Thank you sweet boy, but it'll be a better apology if you take your pacifier now"

Spence leans forward and takes the pacifier into his mouth even though Derek's not let go of it yet. Derek craddles his cheek as Spence absentmindedly begins to suck on the pacifier. "There's my good little boy, where have you been all day?" Derek teases, dragging his finger tips over Spence's neck, tickling the small boy. Spence wiggles and squeals in Penelope's lap. Penelop tickles his sides and Spence tries to slap all their hands away but fails. He contiues to squeal and wiggle so much that the pacifier drops from his mouth and his gigles and squeals fill the apartment. Penelope's heart melts at her little Spence having fun. "Stop!" Spencer cries with a pout, mood suddenly turing sour again without something to chew or suck on. They do, and Pen grabs his pacifier from between them. She offers it to him and he takes it easyliy, settling down. "Are we having a hard day baby?" Penelope asks, hoping for more insight to her little's mood. Derek pets his cheek. "Yeah, I think we're having a rough day"

"Don't say that, you don't know how he feels about today" Penelope angrily whispers as she leans closer to Derek. "You haven't been with him all day" Derek hisses back.

Spencer whimpers, scrambling off Penelope's lap and down into the counrer of the living room curling into a sad ball of tears. "Oh, sweet boy i didn't mean it like that, i just..." Derek hurries op and to the crying little. Penelop follows, staying a step away to give Spence an exit route. Derek tries to comfort him, but Spence shys futher away from him. "Little one" Penelope crouchs down "We didn't mean to upset you. We wanna help, can you tell Mama and Daddy what you need to feel better?"

Spence stops rocking and takes the pacifier from his mouth, starting to mumble as he stares at his own feet. Penelope can't understand him at all. She glances to Derek, who also can't understand him. He conitues to mumble and cry. Eventually Spence throws himself at Derek. While Derek is confused, he takes the hysterical boy into his lap. Peneplope slides op next to them and lays an arm around Derek. "Baby, Mama isn't sure she quiet understands what it is you want. Are you hungry? Cause Mama wil get you a snack if that's it" She asks. Spencer turns his head, pacifier back in his mouth. He nods a bit. Penelope smiles. "Okay, Mama wil get you a snack. How else are we feeling? You comfy in those clothes?" Pen asks, gently tugging on Spence's shirt. Spence shrugs and Derek follows his expressions closely. "Oh, ah!" Derek curses himself. "This is my fault, i'm sorry" You both look to him in confusion. Spencer more confused as to why Derek's taking the fall for his behaviour. "Why got op early to say goodbye to Mama and we were gonna stay op and then you'd" He boops Spencer's nose. "Take a nap later, but I forgot" Derek sighs to himself. It all clicksfor Penelope "You're grumpy because you're a little sleepy bug! So Mama's gonna fix you a snack" Penelope pushes herself off the floor. She ruffles Spencer's hair. "While Daddy gets you ready for bed" She hints to Derek, gently pinching his shulder before walking to the kitchen. "Alright kiddo, let's get you in your pj's"

Penelope fixes a small kid's plate of, crackers, apple slides with peanutbutter, two small string cheese's with a juice box. Derek brings back a clearly sleepy Spencer dressed in his little pj's. Penelope brings the snack to the couch and Derek brings Spencer. They settle down with Spencer sat in Derek's lap as he eats his snack. Normally the two would give Spencer a bath 20 mintes before bedtime to give his hair time to dry. But they'll have to skip it tonight, she doubts he'd stay awake long enough for a bath. Spencer eat about half before turing it away. Penelope sets it away in the fidge. Penelope finds herself tired too.

They all snuggle op in bed with Spencer in the middle. Spence yawns and turns to snuggle with Derek. Penelope wraps her arms around Spencer's wasit as Spencer snuggles op to Derek. Derek take him into his arms. Derek kisses Spence's forehead. The little one is asleep in minutes. So is Penelope.

Me and Spencer have shared a bed many times before sure it took a while for us to get used to eachother but dating him was truly the best thing that hapened to me

I looked at his sleeping form next to me he was laying on his stomach his bare back exposed to the soft sunlight that peeked trew the window showing off his soft skin

i pushed a few of his curls from out of his face as i admired his features he looked so much softer in his sleep living without the problems of the world it was quiet rare for him to sleep so calmly nightmares often made him stay up so late living off of his sugary coffee

I gently run my fingers trew his hair and down his jawline not wanting to wake him up but wanting to wake him up from his sleep

Sometimes i wonder if there could be a way on the world where i could truly show him the love ive felt for him since i met him feeling the connection that i knew could never be recreated or relived at least not in this lifetime

He never looked more beutifull to me then this moment truly in a peacefull and relaxed state

As i see him slowly opens his eyes to look at me i cant help but smile at how sweet he was deep brown eyes looking at me with nothing but pure love

I could allready feel my cheeks getting hotter greeting him in a softer whispery voice

-good morning handsome

He mumbles something still not fully awake his voice quiet and deep from sleep

-want some coffee hm love?

He nods as i pushed his hair back a bit to kiss his forehead as he tiredly smiles

Not wanting to leave the beutifull sight of him but getting up to make him some coffee and letting him fully wake up

ik the valentine ask game is old but adoration, confession and smitten for Reid?

Ah! Yes of course!! Reid, you have gotten some questions!!

adoration — how would your f/o speak about you to someone else?

How I speak about Sammy? Hm, I do not think I go overboard with it. Yes, there have been times where I have rambled about her to some friends, but it’s a normal thing to do, correct?

confession — how’d the confession happen, and looking back on it, what are your (and f/o’s) thoughts abt how you both were back then?

Ah, the confession…*ahem* Yes, well, it merely happened as a..blurt out one. I had originally planned it to be quite different, and quite a bit more romantic, yet it seemed things had other plans.

smitten — was it easy for the people around you and f/o to figure out you liked each other? did they get involved in you getting together at all?

Yes, people did indeed find out. I work in a group that is full of profilers, it was bound to happen. As for them getting involved, I may had asked a couple of questions personally, but no I do not believe they gave any advice or tried to get involved.

They did actually, it’s just that it was me being questioned about how I felt about him and profiled to a major degree. He doesn’t know that though-

Mhm? Did you say something, Sammy?

Ah, no, nothing. No need to worry, Reid. ^^

I humbly offer you my unfinished drawings while I start a new drawing

I can't be making much art here rn because of exams so super sorry but I managed some cursed fanart after my revision so here ya go

Reid sketches!!!

I'm sorry (not really) to all my favourite characters who have been put through the ringer either in their actual media or just because of my deranged little mind, your sacrifice is greatly appreciated.

MNDI

Tags: Anal, Virgin!Spencer x Experienced!Reader, praising, Whiney Spencer, Car sex, Guided Sex

Spencer and you had been together for around six months, and unfortunately, those six months was a dry spell for you since Pretty Boy was a virgin and definitely worried about what to do. You didn't mind it, but you did mind getting cockblocked by your own boyfriend. Jesus.

Right now, you were waiting in the BUA's plane strip parking lot for him to finally get off the plane to go home. The clock in your dash blinked, 2:30 am.

"Dammit, Spenc.." you sighed, just wanting to go cuddle and past out like a light. Finally after another twenty long ass minutes, your sweet boyfriend was in the passenger seat of your car.

"Hey baby, how wa-" you get cut off by Spencer smashing his lips to yours. You made a mental note that it could've been a rough case, but his hands tugging your shirt up pulled you out of that thought. Quickly.

"Need you...missed you so bad." Spencer whined when you pulled away a little. "Then let's go home and we-"

You were cut off by a firm. "No." from Spencer.

So now, here you were, in the back of your car with a needy Spencer in your lap, both of you naked from the waist down. Your hand stroking Spencer's cock in a sweet pace and smearing the precum as lube as he whined and shook from a mix of nerves and satisfaction.

"I-ive never done any of this.." Spencer admitted weakly, even though you already knew. "That's okay, baby. I'll let you lead this and help through it." You reassured gently with a soft, quick kiss to his lips.

You wet your own cock with a mix of your own spit and his precum, helping him find the right angle to sink down onto your thick cock. Letting out soft groans while Spencer gasped and had tears brimming from the stretch and overstimulation, you were fully seated into Spencer's ass. You knew he could feel each twitch of your cock, just waiting to be able to overfill his tight, not-so-virgin ass.

"God, love. You feel amazing." You praises, kissing his neck and cheeks as you feel his thighs convulsing deliciously on each side of you. Poor, sweet, Spence had his face in your neck, shaking from the feel of being stretched. "Y-you can move now..I don't know.."

He cut himself off, embarrassed. "I'll help ya, now. Remember if you need a break or stop completely. You tell me."

You spoke softly, rolling his hips for now so he can get used to your thick cock moving inside him. Eventually he started to learn what he liked the most and rode you to his content, your hands on his hips, rubbing as you praised him

"That's it, baby. Take what you want from me."

"Good boy, sweet, pretty thing. Sound so good while you take me, love."

All his responses were of moans, whimpers and gasps in the confined, now humid car. "Oh..i..." Spencer fumbled, but you could see the glaze in his eyes, so as any good partner, you started meeting his hips in the middle.

"Cum for me, sweet thing. Lemme watch ya." You purred out, your own release impending. "I-i....oh..oh.." Spencer's thighs shook at each side of your hip, letting out one long moan as he finished, the hot mess going between both of yalls stomachs as your own finish filled him to the brim.

"Was I good?" Spencer asked with a whine as you panted, "Bloody hell, you were wonderful."

This is just too perfect. :)

Also.

Heather & I discovered that this cannot be denied.

John’s compassion.

Sherlock’s brains.

early seasons reid makes me feral

these clips made me so wild i had to stop editing and take a smut break

I've been writing a lot to help with my anxiety, some of it's smut and some of its me trying to be better at writing romance. one of the fics that i'm writing in attempt to get better at writing romance, a lot of it is terrible but I wrote something and it's been on my mind.

“I don’t know if I believe in god or a heaven but when I die and if I meet him I will thank him for everyday I’ll spent loving you” 

there's just something about it. Like if someone ever said this to me I would sob. like full on.

And the place within the fic in which it is said would kill me. It's a Spencer Reid x OC, their married and on a case. They just got back from the police station and OC had ran a bath while Spencer got chinese food to enjoy. They got in the bath together and was just talking, Spencer was staring at OC as she talked with the most loving eyes. She paused and asked what was wrong and he just dropped that.

I just think that it's the most romantic thing I've written to date and if you'd like me to post it lmk cause I will, it won't be very good but it will be something with a little bit of smut but mostly romantic shit.

OH, OHH SHRAP, AND THERES A WHOLE SUBCULTURE OF ONE OF THE BATBOYS BEING NEAL CAFFREY.

Y’all get ready, Jaybart is coming to the FBI. ;) I’m never letting this go now.

Dr Reid?? And the criminal informant in the white collar division?? Scandal!!!1!!11!

Just two undercover Justice League agents infiltrating the FBI who are also in love <3

Okay I cannot be the ONLY one to see the similarities of Bart and Spencer Reid. The Eidetic memory, walking fact book, socially awkward and avoidance of spotlight. A blindspot to romantic endeavours and their petty intellectual pranks. Acute sense of Justice but also a deep, burning anger. The hair, the baggy clothes. Fuck you, they’re the same person.

Okay I cannot be the ONLY one to see the similarities of Bart and Spencer Reid. The Eidetic memory, walking fact book, socially awkward and avoidance of spotlight. A blindspot to romantic endeavours and their petty intellectual pranks. Scientifically proven geniuses, masters of chess and the mind. Acute sense of Justice but also a deep, burning anger. The hair, the baggy clothes. Fuck you, they’re the same person.

Criminal minds is so cute, I love when they release the profile and they take turns to deliver it to the police. I picture them rehearsing "Reid, I'm speaking after you pretty boy😏" "good idea ! I'll give the classification of the killer🥰✨🌺" "I'll say that we are looking for a white male in his early 30ies😐" "yeah do that Aaron"

my best colors for your portrait

Warnings: none, jeid storyline in s14-15, just ANGST, no happy ending, based on tolerate it by taylor swift

Pairing: spencer reid x artist!reader no use of Y/N or gendered pronouns, but reader wears a dress. a/n I'm working on my existing wips but I need to get this out of my head first I'm so sorry!!

main masterlist

summary: second chances don't really matter, people never change. who were you kidding?

You don't know when this started. This, is the increasingly empty apartment. This, is silence and polite greetings. This, is walking on eggshells.

You knew what you were getting into. At least, you thought you did. 

You first met Spencer–or the BAU, more like–when they investigated a case in your apartment building. The case didn't matter–what mattered was that Dr. Spencer Reid talked to you about your art and agreed to a coffee date. You convinced him that the age gap didn't matter, you both were only six years apart.

“I'm pretty sure my prefrontal cortex has fully developed,” you said. “What are you so scared of?”

“Aging is the primary risk factor for neurological degenerative diseases!”

“Spencer, you are thirty-six, not seventy.”

“The risk of those neurological degenerative diseases like dementia and Parkinson's increase significantly by the time you are–”

You had cut him off with a kiss.

Then a museum date, then a movie date. Then he kissed you and called you his girlfriend for five months before disappearing from the face of the earth. His team had iced you out, citing some bull about confidential FBI business.

Fine, you thought. You would heal and move on and–he showed up at an auction you participated in, all dressed up in a formal tuxedo with a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

“I'm sorry,” Spencer told you. “You deserve an explanation and a better apology.”

“You look like hell,” was all that you said. 

And it took him two weeks to wear you down because who were you kidding? He is Spencer Reid and he owns all your heart. 

He'd come to all your showings, he'd sit for hours to let you paint him, he'd feed you when you've been painting for hours, he'd take care of you when you were too ill to get out of bed—you’d sit in a lot of his seminars, you'd hang out with all his friends and host dinner parties, you'd been with him every step of the way to let him heal from his prison trauma, you'd buy second copies of his favorite books so you could paint the edges.

But not today, not for the past month.

You think it's after he'd been kidnapped by the Believers cult, but he had held you close for the entire night when he got back. You think it's after his team faced Everett Lynch for the first time.

Ah, who are you kidding? You are not the profiler, you are just a woman.

I sit and watch you reading with your

Head low

I wake and watch you breathing with your

Eyes closed

It starts with later-than-usual nights and the files stamped CONFIDENTIAL in the living room. A fresh pot of coffee is steaming from the machine, and you arrange the almond chocolate bark you made that morning in a bowl.

“Hey,” you greet because you didn't see him leave this morning. “How are you doing?”

Spencer doesn't look up, eyes focused, trained on the files. “Aside from three murder victims, I'm fine.”

“Is it local?” You ask, curiously.

“I'm here, aren't I?”

You don't point out that he used to consult cases from home during some of the 30-day mandated breaks he was forced to take for every 100 days he spent at the BAU. 

“Maybe you can take a break? Have you had dinner? I'll warm up some mac and cheese–”

“I'm good.”

“Are you sure? Maybe you should switch the coffee to green tea, you came in after I fell asleep last night and left before I woke up. You should get some rest—” 

You try to take the half-empty coffee mug away from the table, but he snaps into attention, arms automatically grabbing the handle of the mug, and tugging it towards him.

You jump, startled by the force, causing the liquid inside the cup to spill, drops of coffee and cream splattered on the pages from open folders.

“Fuck,” he swears, placing the mug back on the table. “Oh, no, no!”

“I am so sorry!” You exclaim, trying to dry off the spillage with your long sleeves. “Spencer, I didn't mean–”

“Stop, stop,” Spencer moves the papers away, to the side of the table that doesn’t have coffee on it.

“I'll go get kitchen towels–”

“No,” he says, tone firm. You freeze for a second. “No, just–just let me do it and let me do my job.”

I sit and watch you

And notice everything you do or don't do

You're so much older and wiser and I

Then, the distance. He never asks you to come to his team hangouts anymore, and you never keep the door to your studio open. He still texts you when he'd be home, if he'd be late, but he doesn't kiss your lips when he leaves.

You almost call him out. You want to shake him and ask what you did wrong, but you don't because in your head, you are already making excuses.

His job is stressful, his mom is getting worse, his job is important, his mom is important—he’s just tired and exhausted and you really don't want to add to that burden.

(Because that's what you are, isn't it? A burden to be taken care of, a checklist off of a long list of things to deal with, you take too much space, you demand too much time, you're too loud, you're too annoying, art school is a waste of money–shut up, mom!)

Besides, it’s Spencer. He never lied and he knows so much more than you, he’s been through a lot more than you, so what can you do?

I greet you with a battle hero's welcome

I take your indiscretions all in good fun

I sit and listen

You hear about the incident at the pawn shop from Penelope.

“Spencer and JJ were held hostage,” she explains. “They managed to get out safely, but he cut his hand trying to escape.”

You sit by the door after she hangs up, watching, dreading. When he walks in the door, the relief you feel is unimaginable. For a moment, you forget about the chasm between you, forget about the eggshells, and you cling to him and he lets you.

The dress you wear to David Rossi's wedding is purple–his favorite. 

“You look beautiful,” he says, like he always does, smiling the smile that made you fell in love with him. 

“You look handsome,” you say, planting a kiss on his lips.

It takes one look. One look from JJ when Spencer isn't looking, and one look from Spencer to JJ when she isn't looking when Emily talks about twin flames.

You want to die.

You want to scream and curse and above all, you want to die.

But you don't. You plaster a smile and dance with Luke and Emily. You let Kristy twirl you around as you watch Spencer and JJ talk at the bar. You let yourself down glasses and glasses of Penelope's the Rossi cocktail and champagne.

You sit and listen to his and Penelope’s stories, smiling, nodding, a little tipsy.

I wait by the door like I'm just a kid

Use my best colors for your portrait

Lay the table with the fancy shit

And watch you tolerate it

The final straw is your first solo exhibition.

You want to tell him, this secret that you've been keeping for so long, the one thing that the closed door to your studio has been safeguarding. 

The final version of the invitations came that morning, and you know Spencer has a paperwork day so you prepare the dining table. You take out your favorite plates and crystal glasses, a non-alcoholic champagne on the side, similar set up that he put up during your anniversary. You buy flowers and light a candle.

“Hey,” Spencer greets as he walks through the front door. You jump from your seat, holding the embossed invitation behind you. “Do I smell lasagna?”

You nod, biting your lip to contain your excitement.

His eyes move towards the dining table, then frowns. “The candle is a fire hazard, especially with the ribbon, darling.”

Your smile flatters for a fraction, but he's right, as always. You walk over to the table and blow it out, “You're right, sorry, I didn't think about it like that.”

“That's okay,” he says, smiling. “What's the occasion? I know there's nothing significant today, so why are all the fancy stuff out?”

The excitement is back in your chest. You show him the invitation, “Well, I think this is pretty significant.”

His eyes scan the words written in shiny ink, and in two seconds, he grins. “Your first solo exhibition? Next month?”

You nod, smile mirroring his, big and free. 

Spencer pulls you into his arms. “I'm so proud of you. I will be there, I promise!”

For a moment, you think that you have him back. For a moment, you think that everything is going to be okay.

If it's all in my head tell me now

Tell me I've got it wrong somehow

I know my love should be celebrated

But you tolerate it

He isn't here. 

You wait by the front of the gallery in downtown DC, dressed in a beautiful red dress you had specifically picked for this. You glance at your watch, it has been an hour since the event started and Spencer is nowhere to be seen.

During your speech, your eyes scanned for him, but only found Penelope, Luke, and Lisa instead. You thank them for coming, and you leave them before they can make excuses for Spencer. For the whole event, you stick to your sister, who has been helping you to draw your focus back to the visitors and buyers instead of the front door.

By the time Spencer arrives, out of breath, everyone is already gone. 

You sit in front of the centerpiece, one that takes you a month to make and perfect, and you hate that it's of him. The buckets of yellow and green and blue and purple and white, the copious amount of modeling paste to create the texture of his hair and his lips and the flowers that surround him. 

A woman offered twenty thousand dollars for the piece but you tell her it's not for sale.

“I'm so, so, sorry,” you hear him say from behind you. “I was with–I lost track of time, we just wrapped up a case and I–”

“Stop,” you tell him. “Just stop.”

You hear his footsteps coming closer. “Darling, please, I’m–look at me, darling, look at me, please.”

You let him put his hand on your shoulder, turning you to face him instead of his portrait. You lift your head to look up at him. He, Spencer Reid, is illuminated by the gallery lights that make it look like he has a halo. His curls, ones that you love so much, are unkempt and frayed. His jacket and the first two buttons of his shirt are unbuttoned.

“I'm sorry I'm late, but there was a missing kid–”

“Luke was here.”

“Luke is still recovering from an injury–”

“But he was here,” you say, finally standing up. You notice the way one of your heels makes a sound when you stomp it, like a child. “This is the most important night of my life, and Luke was here, Lisa was here, and Penelope was here, but you weren't.”

“There was a missing kid!” He insists. “The unsub was a family annihilator and if we hadn't made it in time, the boy would've–they needed me, you know that.”

“I know this whole damn city, this whole country thinks it needs you!” You throw your hand out in frustration. “Not as much as I do. This exhibition, my arts are important to me and apparently they’re not as important to you.”

Spencer huffs impatiently like he’s talking to a toddler throwing a tantrum. Maybe he is. “This exhibition runs for a whole month. It is unreasonable that you think it takes precedence over people’s lives.”

You take a step back as if he is fire trying to burn you. 

“When you left me the first time,” you start, taking another step further. “I was a wreck. I didn't go out for weeks, I barely ate, and every bad thought in my head came crawling out. It took me months to open my windows. It took me months more to pick up a brush again. Look around, Spencer–what do you think this is?”

Dark Side of the Moon is what you call this exhibition. You use a lot of space and heavenly bodies imagery, combined with your signature flowers and experiment in texture. While Spencer's portrait was done in yellow and light purple, the rest of your paintings are hauntingly dark with grays and blacks and navies and purple. A lot of dark purple.

While you were out building other worlds, where was I?

Spencer's portrait is called Solar Eclipse. Your self portrait series is called the Lunar Eclipse with a lot of red and brown and purple. There are a lot of paintings of black holes and supernovas and seemingly black canvas with purple and red mixed in to create a subtle pattern.

His face crumples in realization and understanding.

Where's that man who'd throw blankets over my barbed wire?

“Where did you go, Spencer?” Your voice breaks, and you watch as tears start to stream down his face through your own blurred vision. “I’ve been waiting for you for months.”

“I'm right here,” he pleads, one hand reaching out to you before taking it back to his pocket. “I'm here, darling.”

I made you my temple, my mural, my sky

You shake your head, because he is not the same person you fell in love with–first time and then the second time. That man, that Spencer, is gone and replaced by the one standing in front of you.

Or maybe, he just doesn't love you–doesn't want you anymore.

Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life

“I think it's time for you to go,” you say.

“No,” he says, allowing himself to touch you. You let him take a hold of your cheeks, both hands caressing your face. “I'm not going anywhere.”

His touch is burning amber on your skin, sharp and fire and painful.

Drawing hearts in the byline

Always taking up too much space or time

You assume I'm fine

Spencer swallows, fear and surprise and regret crowd his eyes. You are no profiler, but you can read him all the same.

“I promised myself that I won't let anyone make me feel like that again,” you whisper. “Including you, especially you."

You step out of his reach, pushing his hand away as he tries to hold you again. It feels like taking out a knife off of your chest–hot, burning, white pain as you bleed all over your dress.

"So tell me I'm wrong, tell me that nothing happened between you and JJ. Tell me that you still celebrate my love and not just tolerate it. Tell me that it's all in my head and have it be true–then maybe I'll forgive you.”

But what would you do if I,

You nod in resignation.

Break free and leave us in ruins?

“I’m staying at my sister’s,” you tell him. “And I’ll come by to pack up the next time you leave for a case. I’m not waiting for you anymore.”

Maybe you shouldn’t have stepped out. Maybe you should tell him to leave instead of leaving because as you walk towards your sister’s car, you see her, JJ, waiting in an FBI-assigned black SUV, blonde hair flying in the wind. 

“Wait, wait!” She chases after you, making you stop in front of the passenger door of your sister’s sedan. Your hand stays on the handle, but you turn to face her anyway. “Wait, just, please, I’m sorry, I–it’s my fault, it’s not his fault. I–”

The doors of the gallery open and Spencer steps out, eyes searching around until they land on you. He opens his mouth, racing down the gallery steps to get to you.

Took this dagger in me and removed it

Gain the weight of you then lose it

Believe me, I could do it

Without letting him and JJ say another word, you open the car door and slide inside. Your sister doesn’t let another second pass before pressing her foot on the gas and speeding into the busy street. 

“I’m so sorry,” she says. 

“Me too,” you tell her.

If it's all in my head tell me now

Tell me I've got it wrong somehow

I know my love should be celebrated

But you tolerate it

I sit and watch you

here I lay me down - s.r.

a/n: ex!spencer gets shot, and you show up at the hospital to see if he's okay. spencer is still desperately in love with you. based on this post wc: 2.3k (she is LONG)

Spencer wakes to a cacophony of sounds, others breathing and various beeps and hums from a variety of medical machines. He hates the noise of the hospital, as he knows what always follows. It’s pain, and ever since he kicked dilaudid, he doesn’t get the relief that people are always pushing on him here. 

The last thing Spencer remembers, he was in front of Morgan, who was about to get shot- it was a piercing memory, one that even the anesthetic wearing off slowly couldn’t numb. He’d jumped in front of it, and the pieces of Morgan pacing around his room and the whole being in a hospital thing click into place. 

When he blinks his eyes open, he sees Hotch speaking to the doctor with his endearingly concerned eyebrow scrunch and it’s then that he notices a familiar scent in the air. 

It’s perfume- he knows because he’d bought it- a mixture of jasmine and lilies, and the memory of the night he gave it to her bursts into technicolor when he closes his eyes. It had been her birthday, and he’d gone with Penelope and Emily to pick out a gift for her. 

He remembers how she’d lit up, her warm doe eyes brightening with fondness that he’d earned, and the way his heart had flipped in his chest- the memory is in crisp detail. He remembers the way she’d kissed him, equal measure in thanks and in adoration, and it’s comforting to remember right now. He tries to think of her often, especially when waves of pain crash over him like an unruly ocean that threatens to drown him. There was someone who loved him at one point, he tries to remember. 

He wants to compliment the nurse wearing it, but even as limited as his social skills are in this state, he knows that telling the nurse you like her perfume because your ex wore it is probably inappropriate. 

A roar of desire presents itself in his chest- he has no desire to want her here, but Spencer can’t help but fantasize about her presence. Her nimble fingers running through his hair, her soft voice cooing at his injuries. It was always nice to come home to her after a rough day- her disposition warm and kind and good. It’s his fault he doesn’t have it- his fault that she doesn’t love him anymore. 

It’s as if he conjured her, when she walks in the door. 

He literally cannot believe that she is here, in his hospital room- he drinks in the sight of her like a man starved. She’s beautiful- he’d never forget this but it’s been so long since he’s seen her. The curve of her cheek, her cupid’s bow, the slope of her neck- the details he spent the best year of his life memorizing under careful touch. 

Her body language is protective, one arm wrapped around her waist and the other at her mouth, her delicate fingers holding a tissue. Had she been crying?

Before he can think of what to say to her, she speaks to him. 

“How are you feeling?”

He’d forgotten just how her voice sounded. Or rather, how it sounded when she was concerned for him. It’s addicting, hedonistic in the ways of wine and drugs and everything else you should have in moderation but had to give up. It’s just so comforting, her lovely doe eyes looking at him with warmth and concern. 

“Hey,” he replies, not answering her question. He might be imagining her. They might have given him drugs. There’s no way she came and see him of her own volition. 

She pauses for a moment, biting her lip in an incredibly endearing way (and god, he’d missed looking at her) before she makes the decision to walk over to the side of his bed. He tries to crane his neck to look at her and she scolds him, and this doesn’t make any sense. 

“You got shot,” she says, voice warm and concerned, and if he squinted he could hear love in her voice. 

“I’m okay,” he tries to reply. 

“You got shot,” she says, eyes flaring with emotion. She always hated that he minimized his pain. 

“You came,” he says, after a beat of silence. Her fingers are running through his hair and he tries to commit this to memory. It doesn’t mean she loves him. She’s the kind of person who stops on the street to give someone the last dollar in her wallet, of course she would visit her ex-boyfriend in the hospital after he got shot.

It doesn’t mean anything. 

“Of course I came, Spence,” she says, intentionality in her tone, “You got hurt.”

It’s selfish to lean into her touch, but she smells like home and he doesn’t know if he will ever be held like this again by her. And he doesn’t care to be held by anyone else. 

Hotch comes in, and if he’s surprised to see the two of them together, it doesn’t show on his face. He tells Spencer that the. Bullet had been clean through, and that he’d been lucky. He’d avoided internal bleeding and would need to stay at home for a week. 

When Hotch leaves to ‘give him some space to process’, the silence lingers.

“Thank you for coming.”

It’s kind of worse, actually. The reality where she’s still his girlfriend is superimposed on top of this one, and he can feel the ghost of the kisses she’d pepper his cheeks with. If she still loved him, then she’d hug him and tell him that she loves him, tell him how angry she is for jumping in front of a stray bullet. 

It’s my fault, he thinks to himself, eyes raking over her. She’d definitely been crying, he realizes. Her makeup had run and he think she might have slept here. How had he ever gotten someone like her to fall in love with him? 

It’s his fault she doesn’t love him anymore.

When the doctor tells him that he needs someone to stay with him for the next few days, and she volunteers, he agrees.

It’s a nice kind of pain, he thinks. Any piece of her is more than he wants of anything else.

_______________________________________

It turns out that she is a wonderful caregiver. 

Penelope had been incredibly supportive of this idea, somehow convinced that the proximity would bring them back together. This is a hope that Spencer does not engage in, but still- it’s nice to have her around. 

She knows her way around his apartment- knows how he organizes her things. Half her things used to be there too. 

Memory is a funny thing. The worst part by far of eidetic memory is the lack of forgetting, and up until now, this was best seen in the horrors of his work. Now, it’s all her.

Taking care of him when he got shot is not the same thing as loving him. 

When she makes them dinner (which is so kind of her- he offered to buy takeout and she’d insisted on recreating his mother’s soup recipe. She’d kept a copy of it in her phone. Spencer had almost died of flattery), she sits next to him on his couch

It’s funny how the best memories of his life are so colored now- their trip to Europe, their first kiss, the first time he’d cooked her dinner and she’d watched Doctor Who with him. Ghosts of memory linger through the place, and it hurts to see her sit next to him on the couch with a foot between them. 

“Thank you for being here,” he says after a beat of silence. She looks beautiful, and he always thinks this. She’s wearing his t-shirt which is just an awfully tempting view. 

It’s his fault he can’t have what he wants. 

“I told you I still wanted us to be friends,” she says, looking down at her bowl, “You’re my friend. I’m happy to do this.”

He can tell she means it as an olive branch but it cuts like a knife. Because he never wanted to be her friend. She was the first thing he even wanted enough to ask for it. He still remembers when he’d asked her out the first time, the stuttering and the way she’d looked, how impossible her liking him back had felt. 

And then he’d managed to make her fall in love with him. It didn’t even take much- he just had to be himself, the way she says it, and he’d give anything to have that back. 

“You’re a good friend,” he replies, instead of everything he’s thinking. 

“Hotch thinks so,” she muses, not looking at him, “He was surprised I’d come here after you broke up with me.”

It’s a slight lash out, and it’s fair. It’s not fair that she’s here, wearing his fucking t-shirt, her collarbones exposed under the fabric. He know what her skin feels like under his lips, and now she make veiled comment on his couch. 

“Why did you?”

He can’t figure it out. They’d broken up two months ago. He’d done it to protect her- after the anthrax case he’d been fucking fixated on her getting hurt. Because this is the stuff he can’t protect her from. Can’t help if biomedical hazards end up on his clothes,  and if he comes home shot. 

He got shot. He’s the kind of person who doesn’t get forever with the woman he loves, because he can’t keep her safe. Even if he quit just then- enough people have made an enemy of him. She’d never be safe.

So he made a choice to cut his ties and let her go, and yes, every fucking night since he’s had at least one nightmare about what she looks like crying and asking him to stay. He never, ever wanted to see her like that, but he also never ever wanted her to be a widow. 

She’d find someone else. She’s so easy to love- he doesn’t like to think about someone else loving her, but he’s sure she won’t be alone. 

His voice catches in his throat.

“It is nice of you,” Spencer chokes out, “I never wanted you to have to do that.”

“Let’s not talk about this now,” she says, getting up to get him another serving, and he grabs her wrist.

“Ba- Hey, please. Talk to me.”

“What do you want me to say?” she says at him, but she doesn’t pull her wrist back. 

“I just-“ he stammers, but it’s heavy and something he can’t give up, the combination of her gaze under his and her soft skin in his grasp, “I can’t have you here and hate me. I just can’t take you hating me. I know- I know what I did. I know it’s not fair to ask and I know that we’re not together and I know it’s my fault but god, you can’t hate me. I can’t take it.”

“You think I hate you?”

“Why wouldn’t you?”

“You think I came to the hospital in the middle of the night, slept in a waiting room, cooked you soup and slept on your couch because I hate you?”

He doesn’t know what to say. How could she still love him? 

“It’s you,” he replies. “You’d always do that for me.”

She’s closer now, moving into his space more and more and he can smell his own body soap on her because she showered here, and he’s overcome with a desire to hold her. 

“Why do you think that is?”

She’s almost in his lap now, and there’s a greed to this now, the way he pulls her a little bit closer. She tips her head back in a bitter, tinny laugh that he doesn’t like the sound of. 

“I mean, Spencer- I love you so much that I don’t even care if you love me back.”

“You still love me?”

“I’m working on it,” she says, a bitter smile on her face, “You’re hard to get over.”

“Don’t get over me.”

It’s not the smoothest thing he could’ve sid, and he kind of regrets the implication on her face, sees her gorgeous features crumple. 

“That’s mean, Spence.” 

“No! No. Don’t. Don’t-don’t do that. Don’t move on with your life and find someone else because this is the lightest I’ve felt in fucking weeks.”

Her eyes widen into saucers, and her grip tightens on his hands, and Spencer feels like he could fly. 

“I shouldn’t have done it. I shouldn’t have made you go and I should’ve let you be the person who picks me up at the hospital and I know, I know how lucky I am that you’re still here, that you cared enough. Please, please don’t get over me. I know it’s not far to ask.”

She blinks a few times at him before opening her arms for a hug, of which he flies into at breakneck speed. His ribs hurt but he’d forgotten what it was like to hold her. And yes, maybe wanting this makes himself selfish, but he wants this. Maybe this can the one thing he lets himself have. 

“I do love you. ” he speaks into her collarbone, and she shushes him. 

“No, no,” he says, looking up at her, her gorgeous doe eyes shaky with uncertainty he knows is his fault, “If you’ll still have me, I’d like to-I’d like to try again. And I know that you probably can’t trust me and I have so much to make up for and-“

“Spencer,” she says warmly, twining their fingers, “I’d like to kiss you now. Okay?”

He nods a bit fervently, shaking as he does, but when she kisses him-

It’s just as he remembers. She leans into him, her delicate fingers cupping his jaw and he wraps his spindles arms around the curve of her waist, pinning her to him like she might float away if untethered. 

When Spencer gets back to the office, he it’s not just his wounds that have healed. 

Boy Wonder and the Rockstar | s.r

✩ next part ✩

summary: Spencer and Y/N meet in college after a book search, creating a friendship where opposites attract. But Spencer has to move across the country to pursue his happiness and completely loses contact with Y/N. What if fate decides it's time to meet after 15 years and with a crazy stalker in between? Spencer won't lose to fate again and will do anything in his power to protect Y/N.

warnings: mentions of death, alcohol, drugs, strong vocabulary, as well as talk of heartbreak, disappointment and arguments. It also contains content regarding CM season 13, so it clearly contains spoilers. this is a spencer reid x famous!reader story.

this will be a small series of chapters so here are the general precautions of the series, each chapter will have its own precautions. !!!

words: 3,909 words.

a/n: hey! here alme with a little series i've been planning for a couple of weeks now. as you may know, i've been talking about the spencer reid x famous!reader relationship but as hayley williams, so i decided to set myself the challenge and write a little series called "boy wonder and the rockstar", so i hope you like it. i haven't planned how many chapters it will have yet but i don't want to make it too long, and also patience with each chapter. so, I don't want to make it longer and I'll leave you the first chapter. thank you. ♡

𝟎.𝟏: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐲.

Spencer always lived under the stigma of being a child genius. His I.Q. was 187, he could read 20,000 words per minute and had an eidetic memory.

Everyone around him told him what to do, from his mother, to his "friends," to his teachers, to his neighbors.

"Hey Spencer, with that brain of yours you could make it in the government" "Spencer you could be part of NASA" "Spencer you could be a mathematical genius like Einstein!" "Spencer you're going to get into the CIA!"

"And where are you going to go to college? Because you know Harvard is already a lock for you" "I bet you'll go to YALE, that's where all the smart ones go" "Princeton is an excellent choice for you!" "MIT could open a lot of doors for you"

Spencer this, Spencer that.

But no one really thought about what Spencer wanted. Maybe he wanted to be a magician and make children happy with his tricks. Maybe he wanted to be a trapeze artist, or a fireman, or an astronaut, or just an ice cream man.

All these expectations of Spencer reached a point where he didn't even know what he wanted in life. He lived under the shadow of the expectations and visions people had placed on him, and he didn't want to let them down. He was just a kid, a kid scared of adult life who had to impose himself because others imposed it on him.

That's how his brain made him skip grades, have to enter high school at age 12, and have to suffer a lot of abuse from the grown-ups for just being a boy genius.

Spencer sometimes wished he could make his brain disappear and have a normal one. Then he could have normal friends, go to a normal school, have a relationship, experience the problems people his age have, and be able to feel the phases of adolescence like any other kid.

But things were not like that.

He had to live the life he had been dealt, with his genius brain and the damn adult problems at 13.

CalTech was a new life he had to accept, but it wasn't as bad as the one he had before. His mind was kept busy for a long period.

He was forced to grow up around books full of equations, chemical elements and mathematical problems, managing at 16 to get his first college degree, which was Mathematics, and the following year to get a PhD in it. But he did not dislike this.

But as they say it is never enough, he kept on studying until he was 21. Thanks to this, he became a doctor of two more degrees, Chemistry and Engineering, in addition to Psychology, Sociology and Criminology.

His social life at the university was not so hectic, in fact, he only stood out for the fact that he was a boy genius, and that was it. To other people, he was a person like any other.

Until one autumn day, in the middle of his 19 years and studying psychology, his paths were interrupted by crossing that of others, and that, probably, is the person who changed his life the last years of college.

It was an ordinary day in the university library. Spencer had been rereading an encyclopedia of human anatomy for two hours. Why you may wonder, well, it was his way of killing time during his free time.

Acquiring knowledge was the best way to keep his brain fed and occupied, according to the boy.

He had eaten his sandwich a couple of minutes ago and let his brain feed on information at that moment, trying to persuade his intrusive thoughts at that minute. Through the pages you could see the muscular system, focusing on the leg and foot areas.

To be honest, it looked quite interesting.

That day, leaves were beginning to fall from the trees, filling the ground with their autumn colors; there was a gentle cool breeze, a strong smell of wet dirt and people were crowded in the warmer areas of the campus. It was no surprise to anyone that the library was one of the most crowded areas, the vast majority of people were gathered around the tables as large college texts lay open on them.

Spencer was sure he had seen more than one student curse at the fact that they couldn't find what they were looking for, and then walk out of the room in exhaustion. It wasn't the first time someone had cursed his name because they found themselves reading the text they were looking for and, besides, they weren't able to approach and ask for it.

He could believe it was cowardly on their part, maybe they were too shy to be able to do it or it was an excuse to put off studying what they were looking for. Even though he considered that the The study methods they had were not very good and, if they started studying earlier, they could increase their grad-

"Excuse me."

A voice interrupted the conversation Spencer was having with himself, pushing away his intrusive thoughts that were beginning to take over his mind. The young man's head turned and he saw a girl, perhaps his age, staring at the encyclopedia in front of him.

"I asked Miss Wellington about the Rouviére and Delmas encyclopedia of human anatomy, and well..." The girl looked over Spencer's shoulder. "She told me that maybe the boy sitting at the back table had it. There are no other tables in the back and you're the only guy sitting here, so I think my deduction is correct and you have it."

"Y-yes, this is the encyclopedia you're looking for." Spencer admitted, looking at the young woman.

More than looking at her, he was admiring her. She was wearing a red skirt and hoodie with some embroidered words on it, her legs were also wearing dark leggings and some rather damaged black converses, over it she was carrying another coat and a backpack; her arms were loaded with medical and anatomy books, plus her hair was disheveled.

"Great! Must be my lucky day that a cute guy has it." Her books fell onto the table and she sat down next to Spencer.

The boy could smell the scent of tobacco and mint mixed with the scent of cherry perfume.

"May I see?" Spencer turned to look at her and, even though he was reading that book first, his head nodded. "Fine! I just want to see..." The sound of the leaves was rapid, as if a fan was moving them. "This... Nervous system."

Suddenly, and as if by magic, a notebook appeared in front of them both and quickly the girl was beginning to write on the blank sheets, even though to Spencer it looked more like a scribble than a resume as such.

"Shit, what is this?" the girl paused to read more closely. "In the central axon, the electrical signal is converted into a chemical signal, and then releases the chemical signal with chemical messengers called neur-neurotransmitters." The sound of the pencil falling on the table made the boy startle.

"Nervous system?"

"That's right, I have a lecture in three days and I'm still trying to associate concepts in the nervous system. Like my nervous system isn't nervous anymore."

Spencer chuckled to himself, the girl had a funny sense of humor.

"In fact, when the brain interprets that we are in danger, it produces a rush of adrenaline that activates the heart and muscles to place them on alert, but if prolonged, it can lead to health problems such as cardiovascular disease like heart attack and is associated with hypertension and arrhythmias and is the enhancer of other cardiovascular risk factors." Spencer turned to look at the girl, who looked quite interested in what he was saying, jotting everything down in her notebook. "But it's not that your nervous system is 'nervous', it's that it interprets that it's in danger and so it sends that kind of stimulus to your body that makes you anxious."

"I see you know about the nervous system, much more than I do." The girl scanned him from head to toe. "Are you a medical student?"

"No, CalTech doesn't have a medical degree, but I am a doctor." The boy admitted.

"How old are you?"

"Nineteen."

"Shit, and you already have a doctorate?"

"Actually I have three."

Silence stretched between the two, caused by the woman's shock.

"Are you some kind of alien or is your brain too big that it stores more information than I can retain?"

"Well, I have an IQ of 187 so I can read 20,000 words per minute, plus I have eidetic memory. But I prefer the concept of being more advanced than others."

The girl stared at him.

But to his surprise, the young woman only let out a giggle.

"You're funny, I like it." No one had ever told Spencer that he was funny. In fact, he thought that adjective didn't directly relate to him. "I'm Y/N, Y/N L/N."

"Spencer...Spencer Reid." Y/N denied.

"No, you're not Spencer."

"Excuse me?"

"You're Dr. Spencer Reid." Spencer smiled, she was right. "Well, it's nice to meet you, dr. Reid."

"Nice to meet you, Miss L/N." They both smiled.

"Well, now that I know your name, dr. Reid, we can start our friendship."

Spencer never thought making friends was so easy, even though he knew it was because the girl had gone to the trouble of calling herself his "friend," without even knowing him.

But that didn't bother him, in fact, he found it nice that someone had decided to be his friend.

Overnight, Spencer's evenings began to become more colorful, smelling of tobacco and mint, and filled with questions from Y/N, his new friend.

Although, at first, Spencer didn't seem comfortable around the girl, he quickly got used to it. He had learned several things about Y/N over the days, such as that she was a medical student at Pasadena City College, a college a couple of blocks from CalTech; she was the youngest in the family and had an older brother who had been diagnosed with leukemia a couple of years ago.

He had also learned that she was very into fashion, lived in an apartment complex nearby, smoked a couple of years ago, and only liked menthol tobacco cigarettes. Her favorite color was orange, but she didn't think it looked good on her, and she didn't see herself going to medical school, but she wanted to be a singer.

The first time Spencer heard Y/N sing was during a kermes in Pasadena City, she had been invited to sing on behalf of the medical school. Spencer never liked the idea of being around so many people, let alone at a kermes which was as unsanitary as possible, but his new "best friend" had begged him to go.

He couldn't say no.

He remembered perfectly how her hands shook with nerves, how she bit her lip as she cleared her throat and watched her bandmates, aka Y/N's other friends, rehearse with their instruments.

He knew she had practiced for this moment a bunch of times, had more than once arrived at Spencer's dorm wet from head to toe from running in the rain after a rehearsal, and hummed the songs under her breath every time they studied together in the library.

She was more than ready, but her own fears sometimes made her afraid of her talent.

Reid's eyes were on her, smiling confidently to convey that feeling as a guitar began to play the first chords, and announced the start of her performance.

Spencer didn't know what song it was, he wasn't even sure if the song was to his taste, but when he heard Y/N's voice he knew it had become his favorite song.

“Her name is Noelle

I have a dream about her, she rings my bell

I got gym class in half an hour

And, oh, how she rocks

In Keds and tube socks

But she doesn't know who I am

And she doesn't give a damn about me”

Their gaze was on each other, as if they were the only ones in that large space. The few times the eye contact was broken was when Y/N closed her eyes.

The song ended successfully and an avalanche of applause greeted Y/N, who thanked the audience for their attention. Soon another band filled the stage and for a few seconds, Spencer lost sight of Y/N. He wanted to tell her how great she had turned out, how all her effort and practice had made everything come out perfectly and that she looked like a total rockstar on stage.

"Spence! How was it, did you like it?" Y/N hugged the boy's arm, who turned to look at her with a sweet smile on his face.

"It was amazing, Y/N. Everyone loved it." Affirmed the boy.

"I was so nervous, I was so afraid it wouldn't go well, but I saw you there, and I felt like I could do it. You're my lucky charm, Spencie."

Spencer felt something jump in his chest.

"Let's get something to eat, I'm dying for some corn-dogs." Said the opposite.

"Y-yeah, let's get something to eat, my treat."

The day Spencer was accepted into the FBI academy was probably the most bittersweet day of his entire life.

At 22 years old, and in the middle of finishing his college semester for what felt like the fifth time, a letter arrived in his dorm room.

A letter of acceptance.

He could feel that all his hard work had been rewarded by whoever was up there. He quickly put on his sneakers and ran a marathon to the medical building at Pasadena City College.

His best friend's short red hair he could quickly visualize as he saw her smoking by the entrance, she seemed to be listening to something on her MP4 and bobbing her head to the beat of-who-knows-what song.

"Y/N! Y/N!" Spencer's voice sounded agitated, trying to get her best friend's attention.

The, now, redhead removed her earpiece and turned to see the tall boy running towards her.

"Spence?" From her mouth came the tobacco smoke, causing her to let the cigarette burn between her fingers.

"I made it, I got into the academy!"

The two big hazel eyes made contact with those of the girl, who dropped the cigarette to the sidewalk and hugged her friend tightly.

"I can't believe it, Spence! You did it! You did it! My goodness, I couldn't be prouder!" The younger girl began to do some jumping jacks as she didn't let go of her grip on his embrace.

"Thank you, Y/N. I couldn't have done it without you, you were the one who stuck with me through this whole process."

"You don't have to thank me, dorkie. I knew you'd make it, they couldn't leave out a genius like you." Soon they both disengaged from the embrace and the girl looked at the boy's face. "W-where is the academy? Tell me."

"I don't know, I-I didn't fully read the letter." He admitted embarrassed.

"Then read it! Go on." The girl took him by the arm and forced him to sit down on the faculty stairs.

Slowly, Spencer began to read the letter while Y/N listened intently to every word.

"The course begins on September 23rd of the current year in..." A pause.

Y/N looked at Spencer, who had stopped reading the letter.

"Where, Spence, what does it say?"

"The course begins September 23rd of the current year in Quantico, Virginia."

Y/N felt like a bucket of cold water had just been dropped on her.

Quantico? That was on the other side of the country!

"Q-quantico? Spence, that's on the other side of the-"

"Country, I know Y/N. I-I... I can't do it, I can't."

"What the fuck are you talking about!" The girl stood up startled, looking accusingly at her best friend. "No, I refuse. You have to do it, it's your dream, Spence! What you've always wanted for the last three years that I've known you, I refuse to let you back down now, I won't allow it!"

Spencer looked up from the letter, watching Y/N who was looking at him with her face burning with anger.

"You know I can't do that, what's going to happen to my mom? You know what's going on with her and her schizophrenia, I can't leave her alone."

"She would want you to go, Spence. Her happiness is where yours is, you know she'll be able to do it, there are plenty of options to help her." A long silence settled between the two of them.

Spencer didn't want to leave California, he didn't want to leave his mother or Y/N, he couldn't.

"Spencer Reid, I know what you're thinking right now, but I won't let you let this opportunity pass you by. You have dreamed of this exact moment for years, for as long as I have known you you have always wanted to go to the academy and you have done everything in your power to do so. Now they are offering it to you on a silver platter, you have to do it, there is nothing more you can do here in California. You've already studied all the existing careers in the world, you've already done what anyone in 50 years would have done and at your short 22 years you're already a doctor of three careers." The girl settled back down beside him, letting her icy hand wrap around Spencer's warm one. "You can't just limit yourself to staying here just because you have an engagement, the world has to know who Dr. Spencer Reid is like I know him, you have to go."

Spencer drew an elongated smile, feeling his body fill with that feeling of sadness that pervaded him from head to toe.

The redhead's words were true, it was his dream. But he didn't want to leave the only thing that made him happy on the other side of the country, he would love to carry it in his pocket to Virginia and have his dose of serotonin after each day.

He didn't want to stop smelling her tobacco and minty breath, the cherry smell coming off her clothes and the blueberry smell coming off her hair. He wanted to keep seeing the reddish locks of hair on his clothes and the cheesy paper notes in his pockets every time they met. He wanted to keep listening to the music on Y/N's MP4 every time he went to her apartment and drink coffee with lots of sugar that she made for him, keep hearing her voice in the shower and get biology questions at three in the morning every time she had a test.

He wanted to go to thrift stores to try on printed T-shirts and watch Y/N's camera fill up with pictures of the two of them, keep going to her shows with her band and eat frozen pizza after every gig.

He wanted to keep being with her.

But if she was letting him go, then he had to let her go too.

"I think I can go on living without hearing your bad jokes." Spencer's words lifted Y/N's spirits, who gave him a playful smile.

"Hey! My jokes are the best, last time you laughed for two hours."

"Because it was stupid."

They both laughed, letting the tension of the moment go with the last echo of their laughter.

"So you'll go across the country to make me proud?"

"Yes, I'll go make you proud."

Y/N's arms wrapped around Spencer's body, resting her head in the space of his shoulder and chin.

"I'm glad you didn't make a dumb decision."

Staying here with you isn't a dumb decision, Spencer thought.

They both pulled apart.

"Well, screw the skeleton. Let's go to the library and write your answer."

The girl's small hand imprisoned the boy's large hand, guiding him to the library to write what would be Spencer's fate.

The flight from California to Washington was five hours.

Five hours where Spencer and Y/N would be separated, and they would have to accept that fate had something different in store for the two of them.

Despite California being a sunny paradise, that day he wanted to keep the two friends company as they said goodbye at the airport.

"You already know my number, you know you can call me whenever you want." Commented the girl, who was in charge of carrying the book she had given him to read during the trip.

"I'm not such a fan of technology, you know that."

"There are pay phones over there too, Spence. It only costs a couple of cents to call me, plus they must have landlines there, and you have my email." The girl stopped in front of the door that separated goodbyes with new beginnings. "And if not, you can send me a letter. You know my address."

"A letter doesn't sound bad at all, in fact, for centuries, it was one of the most widely used means of communication by human civilizations since man began to write and whose importance transcended nations. The oldest courier service ever found was in Egypt in 2400 B.C. and in 1840, Sir Rowland Hill created the first postage stamp, which was called Penny Black, which was a profile drawing of Queen Victoria of England that had the rate 'One Penny' written on it."

"Oh Spence, I'm going to miss your fun facts about absurdly boring things." Commented the girl before she could hug him.

Spencer felt his heart clench.

"I'll miss you listening to me." They both turned in an embrace so tight it could take all the oxygen out of their bodies.

Neither wanted to be the first to say goodbye, neither was ready to leave the other. Their hearts were bound together like puzzle pieces, and just as when you lose one, the puzzle will no longer be complete.

"Now, you must go, your flight is about to leave." Y/N commented, separating from the young man as she wiped away the small tear that escaped from her eyes. "Miss me a lot, huh? And show off how pretty your best friend is."

"Always. Remember that wherever you are, whatever you do or whoever you're with, you'll always be in my heart."

A pout settled in Y/N's mouth, who felt like she was letting a part of her go with Spencer.

"Don't forget about me, because I will never forget about you." Demanded the girl, who was pushing the boy to go for his flight.

"It's impossible for me to forget you, I have an eidetic memory." He said laughing, waving goodbye as he received the book the girl handed him.

The two met in a final embrace, where Spencer could smell the girl's cherry and menthol tobacco scent for the last time.

"Write me!" Y/N vociferated, waving goodbye to the boy who nodded and disappeared behind the airport doors.

Y/N and Spencer didn't know that at that moment fate would place them on trial, causing their paths to diverge for many years until, magically, they would come together again.

“When two souls are meant to meet, fate brings worlds closer, erases distances, joins paths and defies the impossible.” Anonymous.

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the most unrealistic thing of season 4 episode 8 masterpeice is that....no one seemed to know the golden ratio??? besides spencer???

these people arn't idiots. Yet they have Spencer explain what the fuck the golden ratio is to them. on one hand I get it, explaining HOW he knew, on the other hand....it seems unrealistic for him to go "its this- commonly know this- and blah blah" WITHOUT someone going "No yeah we know what this is".

Cuss the golden ratio isn't some unique special only found in masters math level content. Its taught in year 3. It's found everywhere. It's one of the easiest recognisable patterns that's used in everything. And your telling me it took some shitty powerpoint type editing for Spencer to get the link. and for him to then explain it like he's talking to todlers for them to get it.

It's almost Ironic how pretentious this episode trys to come across whilst also having one of the shoddiest plots from the early seasons. cuss thats a perfect description of the killer. It's so fucking funny that I HAVE to assume its intentional.

I love how they gloss over Spencer getting Anthrax poisining so quickly. I mean they do this for ALL traumas but I feel like they should've at least shown him struggling to breath whilst running for the next few cases, maybe some people being double worried to let spencer go into crime scene alone, and of course spencer holding this against them. I need them to go "spencer I don't think-" "Who was it that helped solve a case whilst DYING of Anthrax??? cuss last I checked you wern't the one laying with a breathing tube up his nose for a week. So anyway this 6th cup of coffee is super needed at 11am"

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this MIGHT be spencer reid

OMG!! HE HAS SO MANY BOOKS, I LOVE HIMMM!! ♡♡♡

Spencer Reid's apartment

Spencer's apartment is quite inconsistent and they change the set a lot, although they manage to keep the vibe the same. I just wanted to make a compilation for the people who are interested in how it looks.

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Season 9

Season 12

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Very sneaky, very naughty 😜

i was thinking of a good story where it's "the reader and Spencer's wedding they are having a good time and Penelope wants to congratulate them but can't find them, she walks around and finally spots reader she is resting against the wall of a cleaning closet, they talk for a bit and she leaves, when Penelope leaves spencer comes from out of readers dress, and says that that was a close one"

Wedding Bliss | Spencer Reid

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Summery: The post-wedding bliss hits differently after the ceremony, and Spencer and you intend to make the most of it.

Warning/s: just tooth rotting fluff, allusions to smut that happened, wedding, marriage, Penelope's crying, short fic, possible grammar and spelling mistakes, and just all of the love

Author's note: this is just too freaking cute, I just changed the part where Penelope and the reader are walking around, hope that's okay.

You knew that you would remember this day for the rest of your life and all of the feelings that this day had brought you.

The feeling of you walking down the rose filled aisle with bouquet in your hands as the back of your long dress was trailing behind you slowly. The feeling of the rose petals of your bouquet against your fingers. The look on Spencer's face as you got closer and closer to him standing with Morgan by his side. The lone tear that rolled down his face once he saw you. The smiles on Emily's and JJ's faces. The proud look that Rossi was wearing. The little smile on Aaron's face as he waited in the middle of the aisle to get Spencer and you married to each other. Penelope's pink handkerchief with which she wiped her tears away.

Once you finally reached Spencer, you turned around to give your bouquet to Jack before you turned back around only to see Spencer holding his hand out for you to take. You took it without any hesitation.

Aaron's speech and Spencer's and yours vows were exchanged, the rings were placed and before you knew it you were kissing the love of your life, your soulmate, the one that you married.

The ceremony after the wedding was just perfect. Everyone was very excited and had so much fun. The cake was cut, and the bouquet was thrown, and after the first dance between Spencer and you, the two of you disappeared once you noticed that everyone was dancing, too.

Penelope was looking everywhere for the two of you as she wanted to congratulate Spencer and you one more time. However, as much as she looked around, she didn't see you anywhere.

Thankfully, she saw Derek with a glass of champagne in his hand, talking to Hotch and laughing with him. So she decided to quickly come over and as soon as she did, Derek noticed her.

"Hey, baby girl," he turned to her and smiled, "What's up?"

"Have you seen Mr. and/or Mrs. Reid anywhere?" Penelope asked him as she looked around for you. "I looked everywhere for them, but I didn't find them."

"I think I saw them sneaking around behind the reception so I think that you probably-", Derek talked, but Penelope quickly interrupted him.

"Thank you so much, hot chocolate, bye!" She said before she ran off to look for you, not even looking over her shoulder at Derek.

"-shouldn't look for them." Derek finished with a smirk as he lookedat Aaron. "Well... they're busted I tell you what..."

Penelope walked around until she finally reached her destination. She stood there and looked around for you once more before she called out your name. The call of your name was followed by the rustling and extremely quick and quiet whispers. So quiet, she almost missed them.

"Y/N?" she asked as she found herself standing right in front of you. You were leaned against the white cleaning closet, and you seemed to be a little put of breath.

"Oh, hi, Penelope!" you exclaimed, trying to desperately cover the fact that you were out of breath and flushed.

You then noticed that she was probably going to ask you more questions about the fact that your cheeks were burning red and you were out of breath, so you took a deep breath and asked her if she needed anything. A desperate attempt to get her to change the topic.

"Yes!" Penelope smiled at you, "Yes, I did. I just wanted to say "congratulations" once more to Mr. and Mrs. Reid."

"Awww, Pen," you spoke softly, feeling like you're going to cry. "I love you so much."

"I love you to, sweet cheeks," she smiled at you before she suddenly turned serious, standing up straighter. "Now, I know why you are here."

You panicked.

"Y-You do?" you asked her, slowly.

"Yes, I do," she continued, "to get some peace and quiet from the guests and the whole ceremony."

"I-I am!" you felt like you were washed by the wave of relief that went straight through you at what she said. "I just need some peace, yes."

"I knew it!" she pointed her finger at you jokingly before she frowned her eyebrows as she looked around. "But where is Spencer?"

"Oh, he just went to the bathroom." you quickly came up with a lie as you felt yourself get flushed again.

"Oh," Penelope paused before she continued, "Well, I guess I’m going to congratulate him again a bit later than. I'll leave you to it."

You felt yourself freeze once you saw her going in for a hug, her arms wrapped tightly around you. You were a little stiff as you hugged her, but luckily, she didn't even notice.

And with that and a small smile, she walked away.

Once she walked away far enough, you tapped the back of your long dress. "She's gone."

Lifting the back of your dress up, Spencer got up from underneath your dress. You continued to lean against the wall of the cleaning closet as you watched his also flushed cheeks and his hair that was now even messier than it was before.

"Thank God she didn't suspect anything." Spencer said as he ran his hand through his hair, catching his breath.

"Yeah..." you sighed, "... thank God."

"Now," Spencer said as he walked over to you before slowly lowering down on the ground. Right at the spot where he was before Penelope looked for you, "I hope that you didn't think that we are done here."

"I-I... am..." you stuttered as you watched his eyes filled with lust, but also love, as you watched him watch you.

"Lift your dress back up, love."

i was thinking of a good story where it's "the reader and Spencer's wedding they are having a good time and Penelope wants to congratulate them but can't find them, she walks around and finally spots reader she is resting against the wall of a cleaning closet, they talk for a bit and she leaves, when Penelope leaves spencer comes from out of readers dress, and says that that was a close one"

Wedding Bliss | Spencer Reid

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Summery: The post-wedding bliss hits differently after the ceremony, and Spencer and you intend to make the most of it.

Warning/s: just tooth rotting fluff, allusions to smut that happened, wedding, marriage, Penelope's crying, short fic, possible grammar and spelling mistakes, and just all of the love

Author's note: this is just too freaking cute, I just changed the part where Penelope and the reader are walking around, hope that's okay.

You knew that you would remember this day for the rest of your life and all of the feelings that this day had brought you.

The feeling of you walking down the rose filled aisle with bouquet in your hands as the back of your long dress was trailing behind you slowly. The feeling of the rose petals of your bouquet against your fingers. The look on Spencer's face as you got closer and closer to him standing with Morgan by his side. The lone tear that rolled down his face once he saw you. The smiles on Emily's and JJ's faces. The proud look that Rossi was wearing. The little smile on Aaron's face as he waited in the middle of the aisle to get Spencer and you married to each other. Penelope's pink handkerchief with which she wiped her tears away.

Once you finally reached Spencer, you turned around to give your bouquet to Jack before you turned back around only to see Spencer holding his hand out for you to take. You took it without any hesitation.

Aaron's speech and Spencer's and yours vows were exchanged, the rings were placed and before you knew it you were kissing the love of your life, your soulmate, the one that you married.

The ceremony after the wedding was just perfect. Everyone was very excited and had so much fun. The cake was cut, and the bouquet was thrown, and after the first dance between Spencer and you, the two of you disappeared once you noticed that everyone was dancing, too.

Penelope was looking everywhere for the two of you as she wanted to congratulate Spencer and you one more time. However, as much as she looked around, she didn't see you anywhere.

Thankfully, she saw Derek with a glass of champagne in his hand, talking to Hotch and laughing with him. So she decided to quickly come over and as soon as she did, Derek noticed her.

"Hey, baby girl," he turned to her and smiled, "What's up?"

"Have you seen Mr. and/or Mrs. Reid anywhere?" Penelope asked him as she looked around for you. "I looked everywhere for them, but I didn't find them."

"I think I saw them sneaking around behind the reception so I think that you probably-", Derek talked, but Penelope quickly interrupted him.

"Thank you so much, hot chocolate, bye!" She said before she ran off to look for you, not even looking over her shoulder at Derek.

"-shouldn't look for them." Derek finished with a smirk as he lookedat Aaron. "Well... they're busted I tell you what..."

Penelope walked around until she finally reached her destination. She stood there and looked around for you once more before she called out your name. The call of your name was followed by the rustling and extremely quick and quiet whispers. So quiet, she almost missed them.

"Y/N?" she asked as she found herself standing right in front of you. You were leaned against the white cleaning closet, and you seemed to be a little put of breath.

"Oh, hi, Penelope!" you exclaimed, trying to desperately cover the fact that you were out of breath and flushed.

You then noticed that she was probably going to ask you more questions about the fact that your cheeks were burning red and you were out of breath, so you took a deep breath and asked her if she needed anything. A desperate attempt to get her to change the topic.

"Yes!" Penelope smiled at you, "Yes, I did. I just wanted to say "congratulations" once more to Mr. and Mrs. Reid."

"Awww, Pen," you spoke softly, feeling like you're going to cry. "I love you so much."

"I love you to, sweet cheeks," she smiled at you before she suddenly turned serious, standing up straighter. "Now, I know why you are here."

You panicked.

"Y-You do?" you asked her, slowly.

"Yes, I do," she continued, "to get some peace and quiet from the guests and the whole ceremony."

"I-I am!" you felt like you were washed by the wave of relief that went straight through you at what she said. "I just need some peace, yes."

"I knew it!" she pointed her finger at you jokingly before she frowned her eyebrows as she looked around. "But where is Spencer?"

"Oh, he just went to the bathroom." you quickly came up with a lie as you felt yourself get flushed again.

"Oh," Penelope paused before she continued, "Well, I guess I’m going to congratulate him again a bit later than. I'll leave you to it."

You felt yourself freeze once you saw her going in for a hug, her arms wrapped tightly around you. You were a little stiff as you hugged her, but luckily, she didn't even notice.

And with that and a small smile, she walked away.

Once she walked away far enough, you tapped the back of your long dress. "She's gone."

Lifting the back of your dress up, Spencer got up from underneath your dress. You continued to lean against the wall of the cleaning closet as you watched his also flushed cheeks and his hair that was now even messier than it was before.

"Thank God she didn't suspect anything." Spencer said as he ran his hand through his hair, catching his breath.

"Yeah..." you sighed, "... thank God."

"Now," Spencer said as he walked over to you before slowly lowering down on the ground. Right at the spot where he was before Penelope looked for you, "I hope that you didn't think that we are done here."

"I-I... am..." you stuttered as you watched his eyes filled with lust, but also love, as you watched him watch you.

"Lift your dress back up, love."

Oh my God, this man- 🥵😫

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Hi, love!!

I'm using the screenshot now because I will use your request once I write it like I always do. I hope that's okay. ❤️

THANK YOU SO MUCHHH FOR THE LOVELIEST MESSAGE EVERR!! ♡

I would LOVE to write this!! Love to!! Once again, I'm really sorry and I'm so glad that you understand. When I write fics I'm just so scared to write about something that I don't know everything (or almost everything) about and the last thing I want to do is get something wrong or, God forbid, offend anyone.

I will try to get to your request as soon as I can, but it may take a while because my inbox is FULL of all kinds of requests. Hope that's okay.

Have an amazing day at work, you lovely person!! ❤️🌹

Hello there! I have a Spencer Reid request if you are ok with writing it ❤! Spencer and reader are co-workers and friends but it might be a little awkward sometimes because the reader has a slightly "different flavour of autism". And one day the reader is frustrated or had some wine and admits that she is extremely attracted to him and he admits it too and they just jump each other xd. Make it desperate, horny, build up tension, juicy, steamy and hhhnnnnngggg 😍❤

Hi, lovely!

I really love your request, but I must admit that I am kind of scared of writing it because of the aspect of autism. Just ti be clear, I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING AGAINST IT OR AGAINST THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE IT. In fact I LOVE THEM!! But I just don't know a lot about the topic, and I'm just really scared that I'll write something wrong. I'm so so so sorry. If anyone on here wants to write this fic, please feel free to do it! And don't forget to tag me, cause I would LOVE to read it.

Once again, I'm so sorry, I truly hope that this is okay. If you have any other requests feel free to send them. I love you all so much! ❤️

Send me Spencer Reid requests I SWEAR!! That man is so fineee 😫

This is the most realistic thing I have ever seen on here.

GUYS, HE'S WEARING GLASSES, HE'S WEARING GLASSES AND YES I AM WATCHING SEASON TWO NOW