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Proud

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Musician!Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.3k (including lyrics)

Warnings: family member dies of cancer, angst, minor fluff

Summary: Your mom is your biggest supporter for your music career. When she is diagnosed with cancer, she encourages you to go on the road and make your dream a reality. Along the way, she dies, and you feel lost. Angry. Rageful for leaving. Until you meet Spencer, and while it doesn’t fix everything, it’s a start.

Request by anon: Heyy! I was wondering if you could write spencer with a reader who plays electric guitar? Usually when i look for musician!reader i can only find piano or violin but I'd love to see Spencer with someone who is more into rock, considering thats not his thing at all.

Square Filled: proud by aaron carpenter for @criminalmindsbingo (previously spencerreidbingo)

Author’s Note: this is based on the song Proud by Aaron Carpenter. I highly recommend this song.

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I know I really shoulda called you last night I know it woulda made your day to hear I'm missing you 'Cause oh, I'm missing you, yeah I know you wanted me to go see the world But right now, I'd give it all to be in your living room Yeah, sitting next to you, yeah

Another town.

Another city.

Thousands of new faces.

When you left home, you didn’t think being on the road was going to be like this. Yes, your dream is to play in front of millions of people, to connect to them with your music, but everyone has to start somewhere.

It’s usually here. Bars, clubs, outside a business, etc.

Right now, you’d trade all of this to be back in your mom’s living room, cuddled with her on the couch, watching a movie. Normally, you’d call every night to check on how she is doing, but last night was such a late night for you that you didn’t get around to calling her.

Oh, how you wish you could have called her.

You try to do it every time you go on stage. You love being a musician, but you have terrible stage fright. Once you get lost in your music, you can forget about the hundreds of eyes on you. Your mom is a good person to ease your anxiety, but you didn't call her, and now you’re about to go on stage.

If ‘stage’ is even the right term.

This is a bar with a small section meant for small artists to come and perform for a few hours. They’re willing to pay, and you never turn down a paid gig. It’s how you’re able to jump from city to city without having a job.

This is your job, and you love it, but you wish you were with your mom.

“Go out and experience the world, Y/N. I will be okay. Don’t put your life on hold for me.”

Those were her words the night before you left. She was diagnosed with terminal cancer last month, and you’ve wanted to spend as much time with her as possible. She’s doing okay for right now, but it’s only going to get worse.

The only reason you decided to leave her is because you want to “make it big” for her. You want her to get the chance to see you in a venue, even if it’s small. It’s all she’s ever wanted for you. So, you work your ass off, make connections, and slowly but surely make your way to the top.

You’re getting ready for your set when a small group of people walks in.

Derek, Emily, and JJ wanted to go out for drinks before tackling the case in the morning, and Spencer and Penelope were dragged along with them. Spencer just wants to lie in bed with a book and retire for the night. He loves his friends, but bars are definitely not his thing.

“See that group of women? I think one of them is checking you out,” Derek teases Spencer.

“I think they’re all looking at you.”

“Well, they can’t have him.” Penelope slings both arms around Derek. “He’s mine.”

The group laughs and heads to the bar counter, but Spencer stays right where he is. He was surveying the room when his eyes landed on you. You’re sitting on a barstool with an electric guitar in your lap. It’s hooked up to an amp, ready to play. You’re tuning the strings, so you’re not paying attention to the bar patrons around you.

Spencer has never seen a more beautiful woman than you.

Once you finish tuning the guitar, you lean closer to the mic. “Hi, my name is Y/N. Thanks for coming out, and I hope you enjoy this set.”

Spencer isn’t a fan of the electric guitar. He’d much rather prefer a violin or a piano, something that has more elegance to it. However, the way you’re playing the guitar is soft and elegant. When you sing, it’s like everyone else disappears around him so that the only person in the room is you. Your voice is angelic. Smooth. A little sad.

You play cover songs, but the rock version of them. It’s not loud, but soft.

His friends talk about anything and everything while he sits there and watches you sing and play. Even after all of his friends have left, he still sits there and enjoys the music.

'Cause there ain't an hour That I don't think about ya And if you're out there Hope you're listening

By the end of your set, you have made a few hundred dollars in tips, and the bar is nearly empty. You love rock music, but you love playing soft rock. It’s perfect for this type of setting where people can listen to you but still enjoy their friends and family.

You’re cleaning up your set when you hear someone approach you from behind.

“Playing guitar is really a science.” You look at the stranger. “Electric guitars are steeped in electromagnetism, a physical force that governs electrically charged particles. If you look closely at where the guitarist strums, you might notice two or three Twinkie-shaped strips. Those are pickups, and they’re packed with six magnets wrapped in ultrathin copper wire. The pickup emits an invisible and stable magnetic field, which is disrupted by the vibrations of a plucked guitar string.”

You’re stunned into silence as your brain processes his words.

“Oh, wow, I didn’t know that.”

“I’m Spencer Reid.”

“Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.”

Despite his ramblings, Spencer is actually kind of cute. He’s tall, lean, has a mop of curly hair, and bright amber eyes.

“I liked your music. You have a good voice.”

You smile shyly. “Thank you.”

“I’m not a musician nor do I want to be one, but I always find humans’ relationships with music fascinating. What made you want to start playing for people?”

You don’t hesitate with the answer.

“My mom.”

Yeah, you taught me everything that I know You taught me how to change a string When I've been feeling broke And I've been feeling broken

Another city.

New town.

New faces.

You’re slowly moving toward the West Coast. Why would you stay on the East Coast? There is nothing left for you. The only person who mattered, the only one who was tying you to this place, is now gone.

So, why should you ever want to go back?

You busy yourself with getting your set ready when you spot a familiar face in the crowd. It’s been a few weeks since you last saw him. Spencer Reid. He must have a job that requires him to travel.

As you sit there and play your music, you try not to let your emotions get the better of you. You try to keep on a brave face, and for most, it’s working. They can’t see how broken you really are.

Spencer can.

He noticed something was different the second you started playing. There is a light sheen of tears in your eyes. Your hands wobble slightly as you play. Your skin looks a shade lighter than last time. Something is wrong. He can see it in your eyes and the way you sing.

Your heart just isn’t into it, but people love your music. Some of them are even going to your guitar case and dropping some money into it.

Something had to have happened in the last few weeks.

You can feel Spencer’s eyes on you the entire time you play. His emotions play out expressively, and you can tell he knows something is wrong.

You’re just not ready to face reality. It’s why you lengthen your set by a few more songs. Eventually, you have to stop playing, and you thank the crowd.

“Thank you so much for listening. I hope you all have a good night.”

You jump off the stool and quickly pack away your things before Spencer can come, but you’re not quick enough.

“Y/N.”

You take a deep breath and turn to Spencer with a smile. “Spencer. I’m shocked you remembered me.”

“I have an eidetic memory.” Yes, you remember he mentioned something about that. “I’m in town for a few days, and I heard you were playing here.”

“Yeah, I’m leaving town on Friday. Off to another city.”

“I hope this isn’t too forward, but are you okay? Your heart didn’t feel like it was into the music.”

That’s because it wasn’t. You try holding on to this brave face, but you can’t. It crumbles, and tears fall down your cheeks. Spencer takes your wrist and leads you to a dark corner where you two can talk privately.

“What happened? If you want to tell me. It’s okay if you don’t.”

“It’s my mom,” you whisper. “She died last week.” Spencer’s heart breaks. “She taught me everything I know about music. I was gonna take care of her when I got enough money. Now she’s gone.”

Spencer pulls you in for a hug, and you cry into his chest. It takes three moments of vulnerability before you pull away from him.

“Excuse me. I’m sorry.”

You escape to the bathroom to cry in peace, and Spencer watches you go. He wants to be here for you, but his phone rings. It’s Derek. There is a break in the case. He has to go in.

You walk out of the bathroom, free of tears, ten minutes later. The cold water helped reduce the redness around your eyes. Spencer is nowhere to be found. Why would he be? You, a stranger, cried against his chest.

You walk to your guitar case and notice, among the bills, a business card. You pick it up and read the professional writing on the front.

S.S.A. SPENCER REID, FBI.

Several phone numbers are listed below his name. You flip it over and see his scrawl on the back.

Y/N,

I’m sorry I had to go. Call me if you ever want to talk.

Spencer.

You don’t know if you’ll use it, but you slide it into your wallet just in case.

You're the reason I'm on the road and The only reason I'm missing home You're the reason I'm on the road and The only reason I can't let go

A new city. Closer to the west than you were a couple of weeks ago. This time, your songs all focus on your thoughts and feelings about your mom. This set is for her. Your guitar playing isn’t loud like most electric guitarists play, but it’s not as soft as you’ve been playing before.

You’re angry. Disappointed. Sad. Rageful. Mourning. All of it rolled into one set.

The only reason you’re still on the road is for your mom. You know she would want you to stick with this, no matter how hard it might be.

You’re doing this for her.

Toward the end of your set, as you’re still singing and playing, you chance a look at the crowd. Everyone is watching you, engrossed by your music, but there is one person walking toward the door.

Tall. Curly hair. Lean.

Spencer.

He showed up. No, you haven’t used his number, and he doesn’t want to force you. He heard where you were playing and wanted to make sure you were okay.

You’re not, but you might be with time.

I'm tryin' not to let you down Every night that you're not around 'Cause I wouldn't be here without you If you could see me now would it make you proud? I'm getting lost in another town Wishin' you would be here somehow If you could see me now would it make you proud?

“Hi, my name is Y/N.”

You stare at the new crowd. This time, you’re playing in a very small venue. People have to pay to see you here. This time, you have a small LP that you’ve written and played for the last few venues. You still like to do covers, but you’re trying to make the transition into your own songs.

“I normally do covers, but I wrote a song that I’ve been working on for a long time. I’d like to play it for you.” You look around at the new faces. “It’s called Proud. I hope you like it.”

This time, you play louder and more electrically than before. You sing about how you’re trying not to let someone down. That someone being your mom. How you wish she could be here with you, to see you rise to stardom. Right before the chorus, you lock eyes with the one person who has been your silent supporter.

Spencer.

“I’m trying not to let you down. Every night that you’re not around. ‘Cause I wouldn’t be here without you. If you could see me now, would it make you proud?” you sing loudly and emotionally.

By the end, everyone is cheering for you. You want to cry, but you keep a brave face on.

This venue doesn’t have a backstage, per se, so you decide to stay at the barricade and interact with everyone. Sign whatever they want signed. Take pictures. Talk to them like real people. One by one, they all leave until all that is left are a few groups and Spencer.

“Spencer…”

“You did really well,” he smiles.

“I’m sorry, Spencer.”

“For what?”

“For not calling, I--”

“Don’t,” he cuts you off. “It’s okay. I just… Are you okay?”

You nod truthfully. “I will be. Thanks for always being there for me.” Someone calls your name, and you give Spencer an apologetic face. “I’m sorry. I have to go.”

You turn to leave when Spencer stops you. “Y/N?” You face him. “For what it’s worth, I think she’d be proud.”

You smile tearfully at him.

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Every Part Of You

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Chubby!Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.7k

Warnings: angst, putting yourself down, feeling insecure about height and weight, fluff at the end

Request anon: Can I get an imagine where the reader doesn’t feel like she is good enough for Spence? She is short, chubby, and plain looking. Nothing like his other crushes.

Summary: Sometimes, the voices in your head are so loud that you can’t think about anything else. They make you compare yourself to everyone and question your worth. Spencer is different. He makes the voices disappear, even if for a little bit.

Square Filled: jealousy for @criminalmindsbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are greatly appreciated! <3

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It’s going to be fine. This is Spencer. He’s going to take you somewhere fun. Don’t overthink it. It’s easier said than done. You’ve spent your whole life overthinking things. You don’t mean to, but when your insecurities are staring you in the face, it’s hard not to think about them constantly. Your entire family is tall, but you must have gotten different genes because you’re shorter than anyone you’ve ever known. Barefoot, you come up to five feet. That’s it. Sure, you can use heels, but most of them hurt your feet.

If it’s not about your height, then it’s your weight. Your sisters are tall and skinny. Your brother is lean and muscular. Your parents are a mixture of the two. Then there is you. Chubby. You weigh more than someone of your height should weigh. You’re not overly obese, but you could stand to lose a few dozen pounds.

Your belly is round and pokes out of jeans, your breasts are bigger than normal, and your thighs look like they can suffocate a bitch. Some days are good when you don’t think much about what you look like, but most days are bad when all you can do is think about it.

Today is a bad day.

Spencer is coming over to pick you up for a date, where he can introduce you to his friends from work. You have to look good, so you’re obsessing over what you’ll be wearing. You choose a sundress that kind of hides your stomach, that flows all around you. To pair it off, you’ve put on small black heels that only give you a couple of more inches of height.

Look at how fat you are. Spencer won’t like this on you. All of his friends will judge you.

Tears spring to your eyes when you hear the voice in your head. Maybe she’s right. Why is Spencer with you? He could have someone taller and skinnier and prettier. Your insecurities aren’t new to him, so he spends every night telling you how beautiful you are. Every time he picks you up for a date, he compliments you. You should be so lucky to have someone like him in your life, and you do.

You just don’t understand why he’s with you.

By the time Spencer comes, you don’t have time to change into something else. He’s not driving, but he still wanted to pick you up like a gentleman. You quiet the voices in your head and answer the front door. Spencer looks so good in his sweater vest. How did you ever get to be so lucky?

“Oh, my God. You look stunning. Absolutely gorgeous.”

Hearing how genuine he is when he says these things makes your heart happy. It makes you believe his words. He makes you feel good about yourself. Maybe this date won’t end up being so bad, not as long as Spencer is there.

“You look very handsome,” you grin.

“Come on. We’re going to lunch. The entire team is excited to meet you.”

The excitement for this date dwindles a bit once you hear you’re going to lunch. One thing you hate doing is eating in front of them. All you think about is how they’re thinking what a pig you are. Still, you don’t want to ruin this for Spencer, so you don’t comment on it.

Everyone is going to judge you.

You force the voice out of your head as you make your way to the bus stop that’s down the block from your house. Spencer has either his hand in yours or his arm around you. His touch makes you feel safe, like you can do this without there being an issue.

However, the second you see his friends, your body stiffens. JJ is tall and slender. Her collarbones are prominent, and she fills out a pair of jeans perfectly. No fat anywhere on her body. Emily is also just as tall. She’s a bit heavier than JJ, but still skinny. She is wearing a dress, and there is no bump where her stomach spills over the front. Penelope is the heaviest of the three, but she makes her sparkling dress look so good. Even Derek is tall and muscular.

It’s like your family is right in front of you.

Look at them. You’ll never look as good as they do. For once, you agree with the voice.

“Ah, you must be Y/N. I’m Penelope. It’s so nice to meet you. I love your dress,” she grins.

“Thank you. I love yours, too.”

She gives you a hug as a greeting, but the others shake your hand. They don’t want to hug someone who is fat. It’s taking everything in you not to cry right now. Once everyone is seated, the waiter comes over to take everyone’s orders. They all order whatever they want, regardless of the calorie or fat count. You’re healthy according to your last blood work, but you don’t order what you truly want. Instead, you get a salad in hopes you don’t get judged.

Do you really think it matters what you eat? You’re a pig. That’s all they’re going to think about when you stuff your face.

“So, Y/N, what do you do?” JJ asks.

“Oh, um, I’m an art teacher. I teach art for adults at my studio.”

“That’s so cool. We have to go,” Penelope grins. “I love painting. I’m not very good at it, but I love it.”

“Yeah, it’s fun. I never know what I’ll get when I do a class. I’ll send you the information.”

“Awesome!”

“So, Spencer has been very cagey at work. We figured you might provide us with more information. How did you two meet?” Emily asks.

They’re just pretending to be nice to you. They secretly hate you.

“Oh, um…”

Spencer immediately jumps in when it’s clear you’re not going to speak. “I accidentally walked into her studio one day thinking it was something else, and I was smitten. Hooked from day one.”

The waiter comes back with the food, and everyone digs in. All except for you. They stuff their faces, but it looks elegant when they do it. They don’t have double chins and extra fat on their faces like you. You can feel the judgment coming off them when you take your first bite. Suddenly, the food doesn’t look too good. Your appetite is gone.

Conversation flows smoothly across the table. You try to answer their questions as best as you can, but you’re trying hard not to cry. Spencer, being a very skilled profiler, notices the shift in your behavior. Something is wrong.

“Are you okay? You’ve hardly touched your food.”

“I want to go home,” you mutter.

“What?”

“Take me home. Now. Please,” you add quietly.

“Hey, listen, I’m not feeling too well,” Spencer lies to his friends. “We’re just going to head out. Sorry to cut this lunch short.”

“Oh, no. Are you okay?” JJ asks.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I just need to lie down. Maybe we can do a dinner sometime later.”

“Sure.”

Spencer puts some money down for both of your meals and helps you into your jacket. Look what you made him do. He had to lie to his friends because you’re too insecure to eat in front of them. Of course. Now you hate yourself even more for it.

The entire ride home is quiet, and you practically run to the bathroom when you get home. You slam the door shut behind you and lock the door. Tears spill over your eyes and roll down your cheeks in waves.

“Y/N, are you okay? What’s going on?”

There is no way Spencer is going to leave you when you’re feeling this way.

“Go away. I’m fine.”

“I can hear you crying. You’re not fine. Open the door. Talk to me.” He tries the doorknob, but it’s locked. He runs his hand over the frame of the door where you keep the spare key. “I’m coming in.”

He uses the key to get inside the bathroom, and his heart breaks when he sees you leaning against the bathtub in tears. He loves you so much, and he knows that whatever issues you’re having, it’s not going to go away with some compliments and a pep talk. He sits down next to you and pulls you into his arms, not saying a word. You’ll speak when you’re ready. Right now, all he provides is a shoulder to cry on, and that’s exactly what you do for the next thirty minutes.

“Talk to me, Y/N. What’s going on?”

You’re so tired of holding onto this weight. It’s killing you.

“I just… All I could think about at lunch was how I don’t look like JJ or Emily or Penelope. They’re skinny and beautiful with no fat showing. Look at me. I have back rolls and thick thighs and stretch marks and a big belly. I’m not pretty enough for you. I shouldn’t feel this way, but I do. You shouldn’t have to deal with this. I don’t know why you’re with me.”

“Okay. First, let’s get you off this floor. Let’s get changed. We’ll stay in bed for the rest of the day. Come on.”

Spencer helps you off the ground, and he helps you get undressed and ready for bed. Once you’re in comfy sweats and his shirt, you two cuddle in bed.

“I want you to listen to me, okay? I let you speak, and now it’s my turn.”

“Okay,” you whisper.

“Do you know what I see when I look at you? I see a beautiful young woman who has a passion for art. Who loves a lot and is loved a lot. I see your heart, which is filled with kindness. That’s what I fell in love with. Everything else is a gift. I don’t look at your weight and see ugliness. I see beauty. Your thighs, they’re the perfect size for grabbing. Your stomach is the perfect size for holding at night. I love your stretch marks because they make you look like a goddess. I love every inch of you, and I will spend every day telling those voices in your head to shut up because I can’t see my life without you in it.”

Tears fall from your eyes for a different reason. This won’t heal you of your issues forever, but it’s a damn good start. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him because you’re out of words. You’re speechless. He wouldn’t be with you if he didn’t love you, and it’s about time you start seeing that.

“I love you,” you whisper.

“I love you. Every part of you.”

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plane to paris: part two

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.6k

Warnings: angst, after effects of the plane crash

Summary: In the aftermath of the plane crash, you’re fighting for your life inside your own head while Spencer is fighting to stay positive in the hospital. You want to stay where it feels safe, but you know you’d be leaving behind a lot of people if you do. What choice do you make?

Square Filled: horror au (2022) for @criminalmindsbingo (previously @spencerreidbingo)

Author’s Note: any and all comments are greatly appreciated <3

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The only light inside your bedroom comes from a flickering candle on the dresser. The rest of the room is shrouded in darkness, making the shadows dance on the wall. You’re sitting cross-legged on the bed watching the flame dance. The bedroom door opens and Spencer walks in with a solemn look on his face.

Despite that, you give him a smile. “I was wondering when you were going to come.”

“We should talk.”

“About what?”

“You need to go back.”

Your smile slips from your face, but you don’t move from the bed. You should have known he would talk you out of staying here. You turn back to the dancing flame.

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. It’s easy.”

You shake your head and will the tears away. “I want to stay here with you. Please don’t make me leave.”

Spencer sits on the edge of the bed. “I’m not real, Y/N.”

“I don’t care.” Angry tears roll down your cheeks. “I still can’t leave. I’m not ready.”

“Okay. We’ll sit here together until you are.”

Silence befalls the two of you. You know the timer is ticking. You only have so much before you have to make a decision. Stay or leave? Succumb to the darkness or walk into the light?

The hospital doors slam open as Spencer rushes inside. The plane was found. Both parts. More than half of the occupants were found dead, with only a few in critical condition. The survivors were taken to the nearest hospital while authorities scavenged the wreckage as best as they could to figure out if the gunmen were among the dead or if they escaped.

Half of the team is already here, and Spencer rushes over to them with wild hair and wrinkled clothes.

“Where is she?”

The ER is in chaos. Doctors rush to help the survivors, with residents and interns running around gathering as many supplies as they can. Spencer doesn’t know who survived, as the names haven’t been released, but he’s hoping that your name is among them. You can’t be dead. He refuses to come to that conclusion until he sees your body.

The Coast Guard are still fishing bodies out of the ocean to send to the ME’s office. Those names were released as soon as they were identified, but your name wasn’t among them. You’re in one of two places: this hospital or at the bottom of the ocean.

“Tell me she’s here. Tell me she survived,” Spencer pleads.

“We don’t know,” JJ says.

Spencer stops an intern when she passes him, and he looks down at her with begging eyes.

“Is there a Y/N here? Is she one of the survivors?”

“I don’t know, sir. All I know is one of the gunmen is here. He’s alive. They’re working on him right now.”

“So, he gets to live and all these people get to die?”

The intern doesn’t answer. She slips away and resumes her job duties. JJ pulls Spencer in for a hug to try and comfort him, even though it doesn’t work. He won’t be calm until he knows where you are and if you’re safe. He doesn’t know what he’s gonna do if you died on that plane, scared and alone.

You open the photo album of your and Spencer’s memories. He’s standing by the window looking out into the darkness. If it was possible, the room got darker and the flame got dimmer. The candle is burning fast. Time is running out. You run your finger down the precious memories before flipping the page.

“It’s getting darker outside,” Spencer says.

You sigh. “I need more time.”

“You might not have it.” He walks over to the candle and studies it. “You have to go back.”

You ignore him and look at the pictures on the page. One of the photos is of you and Spencer in the library. He wanted more books to complete his collection, so you’re following him around with a stack of books in your hands. Penelope took the picture right as you tipped your head back and laughed. He has a loving smile on his face as he watches you.

Another photo is of you two in the park playing chess. You have a look of concentration on your face. You were laser-focused on trying to beat him, and he sat across from you with a knowing smirk on his face. He won that game as he does every game, but it was cute of you to think you could beat him.

You flip to the next page and sigh sadly. I’m scared. What if… What if things aren’t the same?”

“Nothing will be the same,  but that doesn’t mean it has to be bad.”

You look back down at the photo album, doubt in the back of your head. You know you have to leave but you can’t find it in yourself to get off the bed.

Luck is on Spencer’s side. Your name is among the other survivors that came to the hospital. That doesn’t mean you’re out of the woods yet. You’re in critical condition. You’re hooked to a bunch of machines that measure your vitals, and they’re not doing too good. There is a tube down your throat to help you breathe since you can’t do that on your own. You’re deathly pale, with all the blood seemingly drained from your body.

You might be broken, but you’re not dead. Yet.

Your mother and sister immediately flew from Paris the second that Spencer told them what happened, and they haven’t left your side since. Your mom holds your sister in her arms as they cry for you, and Spencer sits next to you by the bed. He has your cold hand in his, and he rubs the back of your hand with his thumb.

The monitors beep steadily, but your vitals are slowly tanking. You’re dying. His shoulder shakes in grief, and he pushes your hair away from your face.

“I’m right here, darling. I’m right here. You’re not alone.”

The darkness has crept inside the bedroom now. There is nothing you can see outside the window. The corners of the bedroom are so dark that they could be gone for all you know. The candle is almost used up. Time is nearly out. The flame is only but a flicker now. If you choose to stay, all you have to do is let the darkness seep into the rest of the room. If you choose to go back, all you have to do is leave the room. Open the bedroom door and walk out.

You can’t seem to make yourself move.

“Y/N.”

You thought Spencer left. Wait, that’s not Spencer’s voice. You turn to see your father standing in the middle of the room. He died when you were thirteen. A car accident. He was the best damn father you could ever ask for, and he was taken from you too early.

“Daddy,” you cry.

You run right into his arms, and he hugs you tightly.

“I’m right here, baby.”

“I don’t know what to do,” you cry.

“Yes, you do.” He pulls away from you and wipes your tears away. “You know exactly what to do.”

“I don’t want to leave. I’m scared.”

“I know you are, but there are people waiting for you, like your mom and your siblings and Spencer.”

“What if I mess it up again?”

“Then you get up, brush off the dirt, and try again.” You look at the bedroom door that’s wide open, a silent invitation. “I can’t choose for you, but I want you to know how much I love you. I’m very proud of the woman you’ve become.”

Spencer left to get some coffee for your mom and sister since he couldn't sit there and do nothing. He’s on his way back when he hears your monitors beeping like crazy. He runs into the room and his heart plummets at seeing your vitals tanking. You’re dying. Your mom and sister are crying and trying to comfort you as best as they can.

“No, please don’t go,” Spencer begs to himself. “I’ll go get a nurse.”

He runs out of the room to get a nurse for some help, and she runs back to the room with him. He stops short when he sees your eyes wide open. You’re coughing on your breathing tube. You’re awake. Your vitals are still bad, but they’re stronger than they were minutes before. The nurse jumps into action and removes the tube from your throat.

You moan in pain and roll your head to the side, and your mom cries tears of happiness. She and your sister lean down to hug you softly, and you lean your head on your mom’s shoulder since you can’t hug her back. You’re still so weak.

“I’ll be back with the doctor,” the nurse says and leaves.

Spencer walks to your side and cries in relief.

“Spencer,” you mutter.

“I’m right here.” He grabs your hand and rests his forehead on yours. “You’re safe now. I’m right here.”

“I didn’t… I was so scared,” you cry softly.

“I know. I’m here now. You’re safe.”

You don’t have any long-term brain damage, and your vitals seem to be slowly coming back up. All you need is rest. Your mom and sister leave to call your brothers to give them an update since they can’t be by your side right now.

When they return, they see Spencer curled up to your side on the bed, his hand intertwined in yours, your head on his chest, both of you asleep. Recovery is going to be a long road, but you know you’ll make it because Spencer is right by your side.

x

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Back Again!

okay so having a "forever" bingo doesn't work well with me since i need more of a schedule and more control over it

i know some of you have signed up for this bingo in the past, and i'm so sorry, but i won't be getting to those. i want to change this bingo to be more inclusive of more characters

i love spencer but i think it'll be better if i made this bingo open to all the characters of criminal minds instead of just one character. i know there is already another bingo like this, but i hear it's been shut down for a few years now

don't fret, if you still want to do spencer as a sole character on the bingo, there will be an option on the sign up forms for it

i hope there are people still interested in joining and posting for this. i know a year is a long time to be away but i needed to focus on other things rather than this blog since i'm one person doing it all.

regardless, i have come up with a new schedule and new bingo cards!

this year, i will be opening late signs up in august with a shortened card, so if you want a 5x5, then sign up in january! the ones in august will either be 9 squares or 16, i'm not sure yet

thank you to whoever is still left and i hope next year is awesome for you all!

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[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Nothing More

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Maeve Donovan

Word Count: ~700

Warnings: unrequited love

Summary: You find the courage to tell the man you love that you love him, but he does something that stops you in your tracks and breaks your heart.

Square Filled: maeve donovan for @spencerreidbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

Okay, today’s the day. Today is the day you’re going to tell the guy you like that you like him. This could go one of two ways: he likes you back and everything is right with the world or he doesn’t like you back and you’ll forever sit next to him in total embarrassment. The only reason why you’re doing this is because you believe he’ll reciprocate your feelings.

Not only do you two work well together by playing off ideas of one another, always know what the other is thinking, and genuinely love each other’s company, but there’s been subtle flirting between the two of you since he got here. You’ve been at this job a lot longer than he has, and everything changed when he got into the office. He does things for you without asking such as file away paperwork, get you coffee, etc. that he doesn’t do for anyone else, and he has all the telltale signs of someone who likes someone else.

The pen you’re holding is in your mouth since you can’t contain your nerves. Yes, all of these positives are on your side that clearly outweigh the negatives, but the small negatives are so heavy that they actually outweigh the positives. You’re not the kind of woman to make the first move; you’ve always waited for the guy to do it. However, everyone knows Spencer is completely clueless about a lot of things.

You’re so sure he likes you back, so why is the pit still in your stomach?

JJ walks into the office in a rush since she was the one to drop Henry off at school, but she pauses when she sees you.

“Did you do it?” she asks excitedly.

She knows you like someone but she doesn’t know that person is Spencer.  No one knows the man you’ve been pining after is none other than Dr. Spencer Reid. If Derek knew about this, he’d tease you endlessly. If JJ and Pen knew about this, she would try to get you two together instead of letting it run its course naturally. If Emily knew about this, she’d make all kinds of innuendos that would just confuse Spencer.

It’s best if you keep this little crush to yourself until you and Spencer make it official.

“No, not yet.”

“When are you gonna do it?”

“Soon. Today, actually. I’m gonna do it today.”

“Tell me how it goes,” she grins and walks off.

Spencer walks in ten seconds later, and you’re out of your chair before you can talk yourself out of doing this. You bounce over to him with a smile on your face and give him a quick hug which he gives back.

“I’ve been waiting for you to come in. There’s something I need to tell you.” Before you can another word out, a young woman follows Spencer inside. A young, brunette woman who is beautiful. She stops by Spencer a little too close for your liking. “Who is this?”

“I was gonna wait until everyone was together, but you’re here right now. Y/N, this is Maeve Donovan. She’s my girlfriend.” 

Just like that, your entire world comes crashing down. Your chest tightens painfully, your vision becomes a bit blurry, and you have to hold yourself up on the wall to keep yourself from falling down. Everything you thought you knew is completely wrong.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Maeve says and extends her hand to you.

“I have a girlfriend,” Spencer smiles proudly.

“Yeah, it’s nice to meet you,” you say hollowly and shake her hand.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you snap out of your funk. “Nothing. I’m happy for you.”

“What did you want to tell me?”

“What?”

“You said you wanted to tell me something. What is it?”

You open your mouth to tell him the truth but you think of the smile he had on his face when he introduced Maeve. He looks so happy. What kind of friend you’d be if you took that away from him?

“I completed your files for you. I wasn’t busy. I thought I’d help.”

“Thank you.” He turns to Maeve with a smile. “That’s why she’s the best coworker here. She’s a really good friend.”

Right, coworker… friend. That’s all you’ll ever be, you guess.

x

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[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

A Rarity

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~900

Warnings: fluff

Summary: You have a rare genetic code called heterochromia. You have two different colored eyes that you have tried to suppress ever since you got seriously bullied in middle school. Just when you're about to present a case, you find your contact case is missing.

Square Filled: friends with benefits (2022) for @spencerreidbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

Today is the day you start your new job as the team’s liaison. You’ve always been part of this since JJ was the main person to deal with it. However, she’s been promoted to profiler which means all the slack now falls on your shoulders. You love interacting with families and comforting them when they most need it.

This is the first case when it’s just going to be you, so you’re kind of nervous about it. Before going into the briefing room, you decide to touch up on your makeup and hair as if you’re going in front of millions on the TV to present the case. You take out your contacts and leave them to rehydrate on your desk while you go to the bathroom to fix your makeup.

Once you’re done, you make sure not to look into anyone’s eyes as you make your way back to your desk. The first thing you do is put away your makeup. The second thing you do is grab your contacts to put them back in but they’re not where you left them.

“Shit,” you curse and go through your entire desk. “No, this isn’t happening.”

You’re panicking at the thought of not having your contacts. You don’t need them to see, in fact, you have 20/20 vision. No, you use them only for color because you have a rare thing called heterochromia. Your right eye is bright blue and your left is bright green. You were born with two different eye colors. No one in your family has this genetic but you, so you have no idea where it came from.

Ever since you were enrolled in school, you were bullied for your eyes. It didn’t start getting bad until middle school when kids were more focused on appearances than learning and making friends. Kids in elementary school actually found them to be cool but only because they were little kids who didn’t know any better.

Your peers made you hate this part of you even though you can’t do anything about it. As soon as you started high school, you begged your mom to get you colored contacts. You’ve been wearing them ever since even into your adult years. You choose a natural blue to make yourself look more normal. Had you not had those, you would for sure get bullied even worse than in middle school.

The longer you went wearing them the more people thought your eyes were just one color. No one at work knows about this or so you thought. The only person who might know about this is Spencer but that’s only because you two have been friends with benefits for quite some time now. It helps to have one to work off the stress from work. Plus, he’s an amazing lover so there’s a plus.

You two aren’t dating just fucking a lot.

While he was getting ready this morning at your place, you were in the bathroom rushing to do your makeup. You hadn’t put your contacts in just yet so if he were to walk in the bathroom, he’d see your eyes for what they truly are. He was getting ready and peeked through the open door to see if you were close to being done when he saw the beauty in your eyes. He didn’t say anything about it so as not to embarrass you.

He walks into the bullpen from the break room to see you panicking.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“Where are my contacts? I just had them on my desk.”

“I didn’t know you wore contacts,” he lied. You refuse to look at him without them in. “I’m sure it’ll be alright. You have glasses, right?”

“Yes, but--”

“But what? What’s the problem?”

“Never mind,” you groan and continue looking for them.

“Hey, look at me.” When you don’t, he sets his coffee down on the desk and grabs your chin gently. He makes you look at him but you close your eyes so he doesn’t see their colors. “Open your eyes.”

“No,” you shake your head.

“Darling, open your eyes,” he says gently.

He would be the person to find out eventually. You sigh and open your eyes to show him the rarity you have. Now that he gets to see them up close, he’s falling more in love with you. You might not have feelings for him but he certainly has them for you. He only keeps you as a fuck buddy because if he were to tell you the truth, he might lose you.

“What beautiful eyes you have.”

“They’re ugly,” you sigh and pull away from him.

“Who told you that?”

“Everyone I’ve ever known,” you scoff. You look at your watch and notice the time. “Shit, I have to give the case out.”

“No one is going to notice.”

“Are you kidding me? They’re so bright. They stand out.”

“Fine, if they make comments, I’ll handle it.”

You have no choice but to go in there without your contacts. You sigh and grab your things before heading to the briefing room with Spencer. Everyone is already in there waiting so you immediately get started. As you’re talking, you notice Spencer watching you with a smile on his face.

“You’re beautiful,” he mouths to you.

Your cheeks heat up but you don’t let it show how happy he makes you. The briefing only lasts thirty minutes before Hotch announces wheels up. When everyone is packing up to get out of there, you notice something sticking out of Spencer’s back pocket. 

Your contact case. You want to be mad at him for taking it but maybe it’s time to let your rarity shine.

x

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Can't Avoid It Forever

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~800

Warnings: fear of needles, fluff

Summary: Spencer needs to go to the doctor to get his blood drawn, but the most difficult part is finding him.

Square Filled: jack hotchner (2021) for @spencerreidbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

“Have you seen Spencer?” you ask someone.

“No, sorry.”

You sigh and continue searching for your boyfriend who has to be in here somewhere. He’s not in the offices, you’ve already checked the garage, and the floor above and below the BAU. You walk through the double glass doors into the bullpen and see Derek by the filing cabinet.

“Derek, where is Spencer?”

“Uh, he’s not at his desk?”

You look over to see it empty.

“No. Where is he?”

“I don’t know. Last I saw him, he was at his desk. Sorry, mama.”

You know he knows where he is but instead of pressuring him to tell you, you move onto the next person you see. JJ walks over to Spencer’s desk to deliver some files, so you slink up to her side and a sweet smile.

“Hey, JJ.”

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Have you seen Spencer?”

“Last I saw he was in the break room getting some coffee. You know him and his coffee,” she chuckles nervously.

“He better be,” you mumble.

The only person in the break room is Emily who is sipping suspiciously on her drink. She barely looks at you when you enter which makes you narrow your eyes in suspicion.

“Hey, Em.”

“Oh, hey Y/N. What’s up?”

“Where’s Spencer?”

“Uh, last I heard he’s in Pen’s office.”

“Don’t bullshit me, Emily. I have been running all over this fucking building looking for him.”

“What?” she fake gasps. “I swear, I’m pretty sure he’s in there.”

You groan and leave the break room, missing the way Emily snickers in her hands. You walk over to Pen’s office and knock once before entering. She’s the only one in here but Spencer isn’t anywhere to be found.

“What’s up, sugar?” Penelope smiles.

“Where is Spencer?”

“Last I saw--”

“Do not lie to me, Penelope. Where the hell is Spencer?”

If anyone were to break under your stare, it’d be Penelope. The second she squirms in her chair you know you’ve got her right where you want her.

“He told me not to tell you.”

“Did you know I can hurt someone twenty-one different ways? Half of which you won’t see me coming.”

“Hey, no need to get violent.” You raise one eyebrow and she sighs in defeat. “He’s locked himself in the family bathroom.”

“Thank you,” you smile sweetly.

You leave her office and go to the only family bathroom in the BAU which is located outside the bullpen but before the elevator. You knock twice on the door without saying anything. If Spencer hears it’s you, then he won’t open the door. When he doesn’t answer, you knock three more times.

“Who is it?” Spencer asks.

Without answering him, you keep knocking until he gets annoyed at you. He opens the door to tell off whoever it is, but as soon as he sees it’s you, he tries to close the door on you.

“Oh, no you don’t.”

You slam your foot into the bathroom before he can shut it on you, and you push it open with all your strength.

“Oh, hey, Y/N. What’s up?” Spencer says casually.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

“I’ve been right here.”

“Come on, we have to go.”

“I need to get back to my desk. JJ has some files for me to do.”

“You know damn well Hotch gave you the rest of the day off. Don’t lie to me.”

“But we need to babysit Jack. You know how Hotch likes us to be punctual.”

“That’s not until after school which is in five hours.” Spencer tries to think of another excuse as to why he doesn’t want to leave but you’re not going to give him the chance. “No more stalling. You need your blood drawn. You’re going to the doctor.”

You grab his hand and pull him from the bathroom to drag him all the way to your car. He’s been dreading this doctor’s appointment all week but his doctor needs this blood sample from him. Spencer bounces his leg nervously as you pull out of the parking lot. You reach over and place your hand on his leg to give him some comfort.

“Baby, I know you’re scared. I know you hate needles, but the doctor found something in your blood. They need another sample to make sure it’s not dangerous.”

“I know,” he sighs. Ever since Tobias and his use of Dilaudid, he’s been deathly afraid of needles. He doesn't care if it’s for personal or medical use. He is terrified but he knows this needs to happen. “That doesn’t make me any less nervous.”

“Would you feel better if we got ice cream afterward?”

Spencer’s leg stops bouncing at the thought of a sweet dessert.

“Will there be sprinkles?”

“Yes,” you laugh, “there will be sprinkles.”

“Okay, fine.”

He’s the biggest baby but he’s your baby.

x

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The Only One Worth Posing For

Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.1k

Warnings: fluff

Summary: You're a famous photographer so you often get invited to red carpet events. Your best friend is an actor, and you've taken tons of pictures of him. The only problem is that he only poses for your camera.

Square Filled: ​“yeah, you’re cold. I’m giving you my jacket” for @spencerreidbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

Camera? Check. Extra lenses? Check. Press pass? Check. Supply bag? Check. Gorgeous pink dress you got just for this event? Check. You check the time on your phone to make sure you’re not running late, which you’re not. Your best friend should already be at the movie premier for his new movie, and you’re one of the photographers on the red carpet.

You’re a famous photographer that takes pictures of celebrities for events like movie premiers, the Met Gala, award shows, etc. Your career started in high school when you took almost all of the pictures for the yearbooks. Then, you took pictures of your friend’s graduation pictures and got paid less than one hundred dollars for it. Once in college, you took a lot of photography classes that allowed you to hone your skills and become better.

Someone saw your pictures on your college website and loved them so they got in contact with you, and that’s how you got your first job at a magazine. It took about a decade to get to where you are now and you couldn’t be happier. Along the way, you’ve met and hung out with a ton of celebrities including your best friend. You two met back when you were the photographer for the magazine, and you’ve been inseparable ever since.

Speaking of the devil, he texts you just as you are leaving the apartment.

Are you on your way?

just leaving now! be there soon xx

I can’t wait to see you :)

The message brings a smile to your face. He never fails to lift your spirits no matter how you’re feeling. He sent for a car to take you to the movie premier instead of you taking your own. When you get there, the place is packed with press, fans, and cars carrying celebrities. 

“Thank you,” you smile at the driver and get out.

You head to the booth to check in and present your press pass to her. She confirms you’re on the list before letting you inside the area where the press is located. You set your bag on the ground and take out your favorite lens to use in times like these, the kind of lens that allows you to zoom in clearly even from where you are. The more popular you got, the more expensive equipment you bought.

You got here at the right time because celebrities show up not long after you get set up. Much like everyone here, you call their names in hopes they pose for your camera. You get a lot of good shots of very iconic celebrities like Johnny Depp, Jennifer Lopez, Morgan Freeman, Julia Roberts, and Sandra Bullock. The movie did so much press to make sure it is the most popular movie which is why so many celebrities are here.

You look to the left and see your best friend walk down the red carpet with a huge smile on his face. Matthew Gray Gubler. A man of many tricks. A man who never fails to make you smile. He looks past every person who calls out his name until he finds your camera. His eyes light up and begins posing for your camera and your camera only.

“Matthew! Look over here!” one of them says but he ignores them,

‘Stop it’, you mouth to him and his smile only gets bigger. What did you expect? He always does this whenever you’re in the crowd with a camera. He only cares about you and your career. If you can get good pictures of him, then you can sell them for a lot of money. People around you are frustrated with you and him but you don’t care about them.

Matthew leaves the red carpet and joins the group of celebrities who are hanging outside before they can go inside the theater. There are only a few more celebrities to capture, then you’re packing up your things. Apart from being part of the press, Matthew invited you as his plus one.

“Are you serious with Matthew?” one of the other photographers says.

“Sorry. Maybe next time,” you shrug.

You bring your case back to the town car that is still waiting for you, and you toss your press pass into the backseat. There is no reason for you to have two outfits when you can wear your red carpet outside as one of the press. You walk back over to the same booth and check in as a guest. She gives you your guest pass and you make your way into the area where all the celebrities are.

“I’m gonna slap that motherfucker when I see him,” you joke to yourself.

“Y/N! It’s so good to see you!” Shemar Moore smiles when he sees you.

“Shemar! I thought you were still filming S.W.A.T.,” you grin and hug him.

“I couldn’t miss this premier.”

“Where is Matthew?”

“Last I saw him was by the entrance to the theater.”

“Great. I’ll see you inside.” You leave his side and go find your best friend. He’s talking to one of the younger and newer kid stars, and you slink up to his side. “Excuse me. Mind if I borrow him for a second?”

“Sure. Congratulations.”

“Thanks.”

You pull him to the side and away from everyone for some semi-privacy.

“What the hell was that back there?”

“What?” he laughs.

“You can’t keep posing for my camera only.”

“You tell me this every time, and what do I keep telling you?” 

“Mine is the only one worth posing for.”

“See? It’s law at this point.”

He leans in and kisses you quickly. You two have been testing the waters for a romantic relationship for the last couple of weeks. It’s been going well because you’re taking it at your own speed without the public knowing. 

“You’re gonna piss off the other photographers.”

“I don’t care.”

He pulls you in and kisses you much deeper this time. You only allow two minutes to yourselves before you pull away from him. Goosebumps litter your arms and you shiver slightly under his gaze.

“You’re shivering. Are you cold?”

“That’s not why I’m shivering,” you say and shiver again.

“Yeah, you’re cold. I’m giving you my jacket.”

He sheds his jacket and slings it over your shoulder to provide you with warmth. He slides his hand into yours and pulls you toward the entrance to the theater.

“Let’s go watch this movie. Afterward, you’re gonna let me take you home.”

“We live together,” you giggle.

“Even better.”

“You’re a dork.”

“Only for you,” he winks and kisses your cheek.

x

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[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

The Only One Worth Posing For

Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.1k

Warnings: fluff

Summary: You're a famous photographer so you often get invited to red carpet events. Your best friend is an actor, and you've taken tons of pictures of him. The only problem is that he only poses for your camera.

Square Filled: ​“yeah, you’re cold. I’m giving you my jacket” for @spencerreidbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

Camera? Check. Extra lenses? Check. Press pass? Check. Supply bag? Check. Gorgeous pink dress you got just for this event? Check. You check the time on your phone to make sure you’re not running late, which you’re not. Your best friend should already be at the movie premier for his new movie, and you’re one of the photographers on the red carpet.

You’re a famous photographer that takes pictures of celebrities for events like movie premiers, the Met Gala, award shows, etc. Your career started in high school when you took almost all of the pictures for the yearbooks. Then, you took pictures of your friend’s graduation pictures and got paid less than one hundred dollars for it. Once in college, you took a lot of photography classes that allowed you to hone your skills and become better.

Someone saw your pictures on your college website and loved them so they got in contact with you, and that’s how you got your first job at a magazine. It took about a decade to get to where you are now and you couldn’t be happier. Along the way, you’ve met and hung out with a ton of celebrities including your best friend. You two met back when you were the photographer for the magazine, and you’ve been inseparable ever since.

Speaking of the devil, he texts you just as you are leaving the apartment.

Are you on your way?

just leaving now! be there soon xx

I can’t wait to see you :)

The message brings a smile to your face. He never fails to lift your spirits no matter how you’re feeling. He sent for a car to take you to the movie premier instead of you taking your own. When you get there, the place is packed with press, fans, and cars carrying celebrities. 

“Thank you,” you smile at the driver and get out.

You head to the booth to check in and present your press pass to her. She confirms you’re on the list before letting you inside the area where the press is located. You set your bag on the ground and take out your favorite lens to use in times like these, the kind of lens that allows you to zoom in clearly even from where you are. The more popular you got, the more expensive equipment you bought.

You got here at the right time because celebrities show up not long after you get set up. Much like everyone here, you call their names in hopes they pose for your camera. You get a lot of good shots of very iconic celebrities like Johnny Depp, Jennifer Lopez, Morgan Freeman, Julia Roberts, and Sandra Bullock. The movie did so much press to make sure it is the most popular movie which is why so many celebrities are here.

You look to the left and see your best friend walk down the red carpet with a huge smile on his face. Matthew Gray Gubler. A man of many tricks. A man who never fails to make you smile. He looks past every person who calls out his name until he finds your camera. His eyes light up and begins posing for your camera and your camera only.

“Matthew! Look over here!” one of them says but he ignores them,

‘Stop it’, you mouth to him and his smile only gets bigger. What did you expect? He always does this whenever you’re in the crowd with a camera. He only cares about you and your career. If you can get good pictures of him, then you can sell them for a lot of money. People around you are frustrated with you and him but you don’t care about them.

Matthew leaves the red carpet and joins the group of celebrities who are hanging outside before they can go inside the theater. There are only a few more celebrities to capture, then you’re packing up your things. Apart from being part of the press, Matthew invited you as his plus one.

“Are you serious with Matthew?” one of the other photographers says.

“Sorry. Maybe next time,” you shrug.

You bring your case back to the town car that is still waiting for you, and you toss your press pass into the backseat. There is no reason for you to have two outfits when you can wear your red carpet outside as one of the press. You walk back over to the same booth and check in as a guest. She gives you your guest pass and you make your way into the area where all the celebrities are.

“I’m gonna slap that motherfucker when I see him,” you joke to yourself.

“Y/N! It’s so good to see you!” Shemar Moore smiles when he sees you.

“Shemar! I thought you were still filming S.W.A.T.,” you grin and hug him.

“I couldn’t miss this premier.”

“Where is Matthew?”

“Last I saw him was by the entrance to the theater.”

“Great. I’ll see you inside.” You leave his side and go find your best friend. He’s talking to one of the younger and newer kid stars, and you slink up to his side. “Excuse me. Mind if I borrow him for a second?”

“Sure. Congratulations.”

“Thanks.”

You pull him to the side and away from everyone for some semi-privacy.

“What the hell was that back there?”

“What?” he laughs.

“You can’t keep posing for my camera only.”

“You tell me this every time, and what do I keep telling you?” 

“Mine is the only one worth posing for.”

“See? It’s law at this point.”

He leans in and kisses you quickly. You two have been testing the waters for a romantic relationship for the last couple of weeks. It’s been going well because you’re taking it at your own speed without the public knowing. 

“You’re gonna piss off the other photographers.”

“I don’t care.”

He pulls you in and kisses you much deeper this time. You only allow two minutes to yourselves before you pull away from him. Goosebumps litter your arms and you shiver slightly under his gaze.

“You’re shivering. Are you cold?”

“That’s not why I’m shivering,” you say and shiver again.

“Yeah, you’re cold. I’m giving you my jacket.”

He sheds his jacket and slings it over your shoulder to provide you with warmth. He slides his hand into yours and pulls you toward the entrance to the theater.

“Let’s go watch this movie. Afterward, you’re gonna let me take you home.”

“We live together,” you giggle.

“Even better.”

“You’re a dork.”

“Only for you,” he winks and kisses your cheek.

x

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Always Looking Out For You

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.2k

Warnings: fluff, endometriosis angst, always feeling tired and in pain

Request by anon: spencer reid x fem reader who suffers from endometriosis hiding it from everybody at the BAU because she believes it’s embarassing. spencer as we know is very observant and picks up on the extended bathroom time and medicine taking so much so, he confronts her about it and she has fo explain her condition and from then on spencer even in the office will stop what he’s doing to rub her back or heat up a heating pack. i need comfort!! okay that’s all ty in advance and if you don’t feel comfortable writing it no worries whatsoever <33

Summary: You refuse to let your condition define who you are, but sometimes it’s so damn hard to go on when you feel so much pain. Spencer sees this, and he makes it as easy as he can for you.

Square Filled: free space for @spencerreidbingo​

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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