I keep seeing people wanting matt Murdock fanfic recommendations so here is my list some are x readers some are x ocs. Hope this helps some of you. (Just because some are Wattpad don't mean they suck. Trust me they are amazing. I probably have some Tumblr ones laying around but I'm doing full scale ones that I can think of right now)
Break Into My Heart (all time favourite, uncompleted, updated often-) https://archiveofourown.org/works/48175342/chapters/121485745
World On Fire (completed, sequel coming 👀) https://archiveofourown.org/works/72993601/chapters/190182936
Tooth and Claw (completed) https://www.wattpad.com/story/105644702-%F0%9D%95%BF%F0%9D%96%94%F0%9D%96%94%F0%9D%96%99%F0%9D%96%8D-%F0%9D%96%86%F0%9D%96%93%F0%9D%96%89-%F0%9D%95%AE%F0%9D%96%91%F0%9D%96%86%F0%9D%96%9C-%F0%9D%99%A2%F0%9D%99%96%F0%9D%99%A9%F0%9D%99%A9%F0%9D%99%9D%F0%9D%99%9A%F0%9D%99%AC-%F0%9D%99%A2%F0%9D%99%AA%F0%9D%99%A7%F0%9D%99%99%F0%9D%99%A4%F0%9D%99%98%F0%9D%99%A0%E2%9C%93
Legally Blonde - (Uncompleted but updated often) https://www.wattpad.com/story/309964328-legally-blonde-matt-murdock
Damned if I do - Completed a series, please do not read the final book, it ruins the series: https://www.wattpad.com/story/120296400-damned-if-i-do-matt-murdock-book-one-of-damned
Baptism By Fire - Uncompleted updated not often but is a crossover with Criminal Minds and Supernatural: https://archiveofourown.org/works/64130386/chapters/164555128
Ballad for the devil - Uncompleted updated often- https://archiveofourown.org/works/65619064/chapters/168953059
Embers and Ashes - Uncompleted - not updated often - https://archiveofourown.org/works/49335349/chapters/124494988
The Devil in The Byline - updated occasionally - https://archiveofourown.org/works/69186926/chapters/179329556
False god - completed https://archiveofourown.org/series/2940237
Black out - series abandoned worth reading the first book: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1602505
Daring the devil - series completed: https://archiveofourown.org/series/2268341
Spencer Reid x Prentiss!Reader. pictures are not indicative of readers appearance. Reader has not got any racial features mentioned & we never see Emily’s dad so I have tried to make my fic as inclusive to all my fem!readers as possible! Please let me know if this is not the case <3
ACT I
TROUBLE ALMOST ALL MY LIFE | the ONE time the BAU need you + the FOUR times you need them
NEARLY BROUGHT ME TO MY KNEES | the FIVE times Spencer thinks he likes you + the ONE time he knows
BONUS: YOU’RE ALL I EVER WANTED | the time you realise you like Spencer
THERE’S NO SIGN OF LIFE | the one where you grieve Emily together + the one where you kiss him
THE KID SWINGS BACK | the THREE times things feel weird between Spencer and you because you’re just best friends.
WAS I FOOLIN MYSELF? | the THREE times you can’t have him no matter how much you want him
then strangers again | small drabble about what happened after
ACT II
SKIN LIKE PUFF PASTRY | the one where you help Spencer grieve another woman + the one with the promise
LET IT ONCE BE ME | the THREE times you wait for him + the ONE time you don't have to
I MIGHT JUST BE IN LA LA LA LA LA LOVE | the FIVE times you hide your relationship from the team + the ONE time you tell everyone
YOU CAN HEAR IT IN THE SILENCE | the TWO big steps you take
LITTLE OLD ME | the one with cat adams and the one where she tells him
MY BABY, HERE ON EARTH | the nine months of being pregnant
ACT III [FILE LOADING]
BUGSPENCE DRABBLES
the one with the card counting
the one with the surfboard
the one with the glasses
Welcome to my Spencer Reid directory, full of all the stories I love! Each work is credited to their amazing author, and if you enjoy a story as much as I do don’t hesitate to reblog or comment to encourage and show them some love.
masterlist ● criminal minds
⋆⟡˖ ࣪ rec list
⊹ ࣪ ˖ my petite protégée ┃@somethingubercool
Y/N is new to the BAU and works under Garcia. she finds herself being able to see something in the case no one else does, impressing the team, including a specific doctor
⊹ ࣪ ˖ books and notes┃@galaxy-siren
During movie night with Derek and Garcia, Spencer’s neighbor returns a book she borrowed and leaves a note inside it asking Spencer to dinner.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ hands on learning┃@wrenreid
Spencer Reid’s best friend pays him a visit in DC. She meets his coworkers and they spend quality time together while she’s in town. But their friendly dynamic changes with he asks her a question she was not expecting.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ sweet sweet relief┃@literaila
⊹ ࣪ ˖ better hold your breathe┃@nikoruistyping
You had hoped to have a nice normal morning but its nothing but normal at the BAU and next thing you know you end up locked in the Evidence Room with none other than Spencer Reid, your coworker and crush. As time passes Spencer starts to have a panic attack and there was only one thing you could think of to help stop it...
⊹ ࣪ ˖ chlorine kisses┃@chrisevansleftpeck
⊹ ࣪ ˖ decoy┃@violetrainbow412-blog
when you go after an unsub who catches students making out, the unit is called upon to resort to desperate measures. Or in other words, where you and Spencer become the decoy to catch a voyeur.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ emergency room┃@violetrainbow412-blog
Spencer forgot to mention that you're still his emergency contact. You wouldn't have had a problem with it if you weren't his ex of over a year and the hospital took you out of the bed because he had a car crash
⊹ ࣪ ˖ amidst the chaos┃@a-simple-gaywitch
Spencer and (Y/N) didn't get along, and it annoyed the whole BAU. But when a traumatized (Y/N) shows up at Spencer's apartment late one night, their whole relationship shifts
⊹ ࣪ ˖ jobs on the line┃@thegettingbyp2
⊹ ࣪ ˖ bang my line┃@daddydotcom
You're Penelope Garcia's first intern, and you learn a lot more from her than just her technical skills.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ carriage six pt2 platform ten ┃@avis-writeshq
Spencer Reid prides himself in his routine. Wake up at half-past six. Leave his apartment at a quarter past seven. Get onto the seven thirty train. Arrive at Quantico at eight forty five. He has a plentiful of reasons as to why he does it; it’s efficient, it gets him to the office early, it works. But the biggest reason is the girl that always sits in the seat a few rows across from him, headphones on and always reading a book.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ more than words┃@reiderwriter
After telling a white lie to your family about your relationship status, you’re forced to beg your coworker Spencer to pretend to be your boyfriend for a weekend wedding
⊹ ࣪ ˖ pt1 pt2┃@reiderwriter
pining spencer reid and bau!reader who are brushing up on some hand to hand combat
⊹ ࣪ ˖ two geniuses (a vacancy gone wrong) ┃@misserabella
you get a couple of days off, so you decide to spend them on a california hotel. except things start to go wrong when you meet spencer there. and later on, when you find yourself with cuffs around your wrists. there might be a killer whose obsession revolves around you. and he seems to have focused on reid as well
⊹ ࣪ ˖ two geniuses (don’t get along) ┃@misserabella
spencer reid; doctor spencer reid. some of them (mostly of them), would say he’s a genius. but if he was, then so you were. maybe that’s why you hate each other. maybe that’s why you can’t stand him.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ drunk words are sober thoughts ┃@rufflebuttercup
spencer’s been, uncharacteristically, ignoring you all day, and you’re determined to find out why. it can't be anything bad, right?
⊹ ࣪ ˖ take my breath away┃ @atlabeth
you help spencer train for his fitness exam. he kind of just wants to kiss you.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ stripped bare┃@foxy-eva
After a mishap at work Spencer and Reader end up in the shower together – and things get heated.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ white lies┃@violetrainbow412-blog
you meet Spencer thanks to a nice coincidence and you become recurring chess partners, but he leaves out a small detail
⊹ ࣪ ˖ the boy next door┃@a-simple-gaywitch
(Y/N) (L/N) and Spencer Reid have been best friends nearly all their lives. Everyone in their lives can see how head-over-heels in love with each other they are. The only ones that can’t? Themselves.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ you are smarter than me┃@call-mi-jinx
there's a competition between you and reid about who is smarter than who. when he finally confesses something y/n can't get it out of her head so confronts reid about it.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ in the blink of a lens┃@alsofoundinpeas
When Spencer Reid finally succumbs to technology and gets a smartphone, he takes a tentative step into the digital world by sending his best friend (and colleague) Y/N a picture. What starts as an innocent attempt to embrace modern tech leaves Y/N flustered
⊹ ࣪ ˖ sweet dreams┃@foxy-eva
You fall asleep on Spencer on the way home after a long case
⊹ ࣪ ˖ accidents┃@tinystarbites
during a long case away, Spencer accidentally sees Reader's nudes on her phone and can't cope because he is a MESS for reader
⊹ ࣪ ˖ I wish I knew you wanted me┃@irndad
spencer got asked out by reader 5 years ago, when he was recovering from his dilaudid addiction, and turned her down. now, he's in love with her, and pining for her
⊹ ࣪ ˖ twenty questions┃@viaisms
penelope accidentally mentions that someone has a crush on you, she can't say who it is but you make it into a game so she can
⊹ ࣪ ˖ on your shoulder┃@reidswhre
based on the episode of "the office" where pam falls asleep on jim's shoulder
⊹ ࣪ ˖ hotel room reservations┃@posh--bee
While on a case, you have to not only share a hotel room but also a bed with the BAU's resident genius Spencer Reid whom you have had a crush on since he first joined the FBI. When you wake up during the night with his arms wrapped around you, previously hidden feelings come to light and you realize that your unrequited feelings for him might not be so unrequited after all.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ it’s been a long time coming┃@reidsflwr
back in high school you used to have a crush on spencer and now you got to work together.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ if you feel it chase it┃@auroralwriting
Spencer x reader twister au. Storm chasing was the intent, falling in love was not.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ I’m stupid do me┃@tjwritesdanfics
Frustration and zoning out can lead to interesting things.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ it takes two┃@g0dlyunsub
spencer deals with a lot on the field, but nothing can prepare him for when he’s stuck inside a locker with you.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ that wasn’t fake┃ @aperrywilliams
You're shy and reserved. Spencer has a crush on you, and unbeknown to him, you have a crush on him. Maybe the cat can get out of the bag when you have to step aside of your comfort zone to catch an elusive unsub.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ my lover boy┃ @aperrywilliams
You think something is going on with Spencer, something beyond friendship. But you start to question it when a case in LA pushes Spencer to spend time with Lila Archer.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ love me until I love myself┃@catsushizz
Spencer got used to his life consisting of books and the BAU he had never truly viewed the prospect of love but when you came it all just clicked.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ clueless┃ @januaryembrs
Spencer's got a crush, too bad you're entirely clueless to his dilemma
⊹ ࣪ ˖ new kid┃ @fandomscombine
It’s your first day at the BAU and meeting the team. The team is surprised with how you’re hitting it off with a certain Doctor but what they don’t know is that a bigger surprise is yet to come.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ the joys of a workplace relationship ┃ @miley1442111
a new addition to the team causes some very strange conversations to be had- and a very embarrassing moment for both spencer, and you.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ bane of my existence ┃@januaryembrs
Spencer hates you, and you hate him, until it comes to protecting each other in the field
⊹ ࣪ ˖ Neighbourhood beauty┃ @boldlyvoid
Penelope is hosting Christmas at her apartment this year, she invites everyone... Including her new neighbour, who is exactly Spencer's type.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ the gun pt2 ┃@auroralwriting
you just needed to prove to Spencer, once and for all, that you had all the skills to be the best agent, the best genius
⊹ ࣪ ˖ daylight┃@everlastingephemera
the one where you and Spencer have to share not just a room, but the same bed, too, when you pair up for the night at the hotel the team’s staying at during one of your first cases, and he cannot help but try his best to understand you better; one book, one song, one memory, one thought, one detail at a time.
This might be a little premature early seasons Spencer can probably relate
Content labels: ☼ = fluff / ❆ = angst / ❦ = smut
Unless they're labelled otherwise, all fics are Spencer-centric.
YOU LIVE, YOU LEARN
status: completed
Spencer Reid x BAU!Reader, coworkers to friends to more. All titles from the Alanis Morissette song You Learn.
throw it down (the caution blocks you from the wind) ☼
you’re on a road trip with spencer reid to interview a serial killer in north carolina. he has a massive crush on you and worries that the single motel room you end up having to share isn’t big enough to hide it in. (originally posted as @olderbynow, reposted here)
wear it out (the way a three-year-old would do) ☼
you’re out of town on a case. spencer’s in a bad mood and the team elects you to cheer him up. or maybe you volunteered. either way, you end up playing poker for wine gums in spencer’s hotel bed.
melt it down (you're gonna have to eventually anyway) ☼
you’re in hawai’i for a wedding which means you have a hotel room all to yourself, which is nice. you also have an ex chasing after you, and a very casual colleague who you left behind in d.c. you’re coping with the situation extremely well, obviously, and so is spencer.
the fire trucks are coming up around the bend ❆ ❦
you get hurt while working a case and spencer tries to be there for you, but things take a turn none of you are prepared to deal with. (it’s a naked turn. just to be clear.) and once again, there’s a hotel room bed.
hold it up (to the rays) part 1 ❆ | part 2 ❆ | part 3 ❆ ☼ ❦
you and spencer have to deal with the aftermath of what happened the last time you saw each other. you’re obviously both handling it extremely well and no-one is being at all dramatic for no reason.
SO LONELY PLANET'S GUIDE TO HELL WAS RIGHT
status: in progress
funny how life can be a desperation (you don't have to go for that) ❆
someone comes to the bau to talk to spencer and drags up things from the past he’d rather leave alone. (originally posted as @olderbynow, reposted here)
but your pale lips do chafe ❆ ❦
you’re spencer’s new neighbour and you don’t really want to get to know him, but it turns out you do quite want to fuck him. what you don’t want is a relationship.
nothing to see here
wave your hands in the air like you just don't care ☼
you’re a baby hacker and penelope has convinced the fbi that they should let you intern with her so you can learn to use your powers for good. she probably just faked the paperwork and told hotch it was already a done deal tbh. somehow you get the idea that spencer really likes high fives and at some point he decides that he does.
(in progress lol) starting my own list so I can find them easily! tired of scrolling through my likes for eight million years to find a specific fic.
there are 18+ works in here. interact at your own peril. i've marked most of the explicit ones but sometimes i'm forgetful.
updated april 12 2026
angst
beneath the surface by @slashire
intertwined, sewn together by @pathologicalreid
hang on to the night by @clementineinn
love me in now by @mggluvrsblog
out of the woods by @cherryblossomfairyy
pulse point by @mariasont
undercover by @luvendiary
when chaos ensues by @luvendiary
fluff
checkmate by @thoughtwriter
closer by @blaysreid
coffee and journals by @i-get-obsessed-fast
comfort by @little-jana
confession by @gf2bellamy
cuddlebug by @mandarinmoons
cuddly by @blaysreid
for all of the universe by @nerdiculous
his sweater around your waist by @iszzieswriting
i like the summer rain by @cemetery-sunsets
keep you warm by @cinematicreid
lemongrass by @siriuslylantsov
love letters in the margins by @moonlight-joy
memory serves by @brattyspence (18+)
miss independent by @mandarinmoons
missing kiss by @spidercatweb
morning flusters by @little-jana (18+)
operation: keep it together (fail) by @iamgonnagetyouback
out like a light by @pathologicalreid
pillow talk by @little-jana (18+)
rooms without heat by @blaysreid
safe in his arms by @dr-spencer-reids-queen
save it for a rainy day by @gummy-cat-writes
shooting stars by @nerdiculous
sleepyhead by @cherrygarcia-07
star maps by @esote-rika (18+)
stuck like glue by @cherrygarcia-07
sweet dreams by @loved-reid
the bau's secret weapon by @moonlight-joy
the l word by @pathologicalreid (18+)
the universe, briefly interrupted by @mariasont
the wish list by @spelledbyreid
weighted blanket by @cherrygarcia-07
hurt/comfort
angel kisses by @writingviv04
apparent loss or modification of information by @luveline
a simple favor by @monzabee
bruises by @moonstruckme
buzz by @pencil-n-pen
carry the weight of you by @reidrum
crave by @galesbabygirl
cry about it by @mandarinmoons
cryptic by @pathologicalreid
feeling better by @spidercatweb
ice packs by @l0vergirlwrites
i'm so over feeling lonely by @apples-and-all-that
insecurities by @evilincoperated
in the face of death by @mytherapyisreading14
just close your eyes by @void-kisses
look after you by @stardust-thief
needle and thread by @qlossytbh
overwhelmed by @bringmeanangel
pressure points by @gghostwriter
shaking by @whatif-ialreadydid
soothing touch by @bringmeanangel
spencer x intern!reader by @moonstruckme
the ones we can't save by @lov3lyl3tters
through sickness and health by @blaysreid
unspoken care by @bringmeanangel
you can let it go by @reidrum
smut (all 18+)
breakfast in bed by @whisperedmeg
casual tendencies by @oneofreid
fyeo (for your eyes only) by @pathologicalreid
gentle devotion by @goofygubegubler
on neurotransmitters and receiving pleasure by @miedei
statistically significant by @verricherri
sweetener by @liaissante
the alchemy of us by @eternlmoonshine
nexalune
(unknown) a longing to connect with another soul on a level that words can't touch.
s2!s.r x genius!reader
enemies in the streets.. lovers in the sheets
in which you and spencer put up a wall of fake hatred to hide your marriage from the team. but he's still the one you go home to every night, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
s.r x secret wife!reader
i should move to a brand new city
you've never stayed in one place for very long. but when you're offered a job at the FBI that you can't refuse, you find out what sticking around gives you.
s.r x brand new city!reader
CIPHER
You had two options– work for the FBI or get the death penalty. You chose the only thing that could keep you alive– but you’re still paying for his felonies. Legally, you’re not allowed to have any weapons. You’re too good at using them– you could kill everyone on your team in an instant. Realistically, that makes you a liability– but you’re even better at getting into people’s heads, which makes you a valuable asset. But, maybe, if you’re docile enough, if they force enough pills down your throat– you’ll get your gun back and be the perfect government soldier.
s.r x cipher!reader
A MAN WILL DIE, BUT NOT HIS IDEAS.
LANIE IS A LEVEL-HEADED, SMART, CAPABLE WOMAN.
At twenty five years old, she has already accomplished more than most can dream of, just perhaps… not in the typical sense. She is set to take over [REDACTED] once [REDACTED] is no longer able to manage it on his own. Now, this would be a wonderful thing— if her transition period was not occurring whilst the FBI’s renowned Behavioural Analysis Unit was in town. Naturally, she is inclined to observe the aforementioned unit— and finds herself intrigued by a certain Doctor Reid.
s.r x cipher!reader (kind of)
MANEATER, MANSLAUGHTER.
You are one of New York's best defense attorneys. You've lost cases throughout your career, yes, but you know for a fact that the DA's office hates to see your name on the defense.
Spencer Reid has always believed that justice will prevail. At least, that's his stance until he meets you. Until his case fails under your scrutiny. Until there is no one to blame for him losing against you except for himself, and there is no justice served in that courtroom because you walked into it.
It's only a matter of time until your name shows up on another one of his cases, though, and this time?
He's going to win.
ada!spencer reid x defense attorney!reader
oneshots:
red river valley (angst, pt 1)
spencer is dying.
s.r x fem bau!reader
the aftermath (angst, pt 2)
spencer is dead, and you don't know how to cope with it.
s.r x fem bau!reader
you’re elle greenaway’s little sister, although you don’t exactly go around advertising that (the last name says enough). just when you think you’ve wrapped enough barbed wire around yourself to become impenetrable, in walks spencer reid. he’s not what you expected. but maybe — just maybe — he’s exactly what you need.
✃ meet the reader here!
this isn’t a traditional series, per se — it’s a character archetype universe showcasing the slow burn between greenaway!reader & everyone’s favorite boy wonder, dr. spencer reid.
highly suggest reading as a series/in order, but most fics can technically be read as standalone oneshots.
universe timeline begins in mid-s3 of criminal minds
⤷ elle greenaway left the BAU without saying goodbye. a year later, you, her little sister, walk in without saying hello. you wear burgundy lipstick, leather boots, and emotional armor. you won’t let anyone get close. or… will you?
blackout | ⚡︎ ❀
⤷ a power outage strands you and reid in the basement records room. his flashlight is useless, your lighter keeps flickering out, and you’re pretty sure you said too much — but somehow, he never makes you regret it.
bullseye | ❀
⤷ you didn’t plan on staying late at the bar, hustling reid at darts, or flirting with him after trivia. you definitely didn’t plan on the coffee waiting on your desk the next morning, either.
gambit | ❀
⤷ spencer pulls out a travel chess set on the jet and offers to teach you. it’s a harmless way to kill time… until you realize how much you like the way he looks at you across the chessboard. // ficlet written for my 2k celebration event!
hot topic | ❀⚡︎ᢉ𐭩
⤷ after an injury in the field, you patch spencer up with a skull-print bandage. he gets a little jealous, you get a little deflective, and a quiet moment passes at 30,000 feet where you both admit more than you mean to.
fever dream | ꩜ ❀
⤷ you don’t get sick. you don’t let coworkers into your apartment. and you definitely don’t have vivid, full-body sex dreams about spencer reid. except today, apparently, you do all three. 18+ MDNI
night watch | ❀ ⚡︎
⤷ ever since he showed up at your apartment (and ever since that fever dream you’re pretending didn’t happen), you’ve avoided being alone with reid. unfortunately, hotch has another plan: assigning the two of you to an overnight stakeout.
liquid courage | ❀
⤷ you never call anyone when you’re drunk — except tonight, you do. margaritas, glitter, and one reckless drunk dial later, you’re in spencer reid’s car at 1am, wearing his coat and trying not to notice how good he smells.
head rush | ❀ ⚡︎
⤷ dayton, ohio. one asshole cop, one concussion, six hours of stay-awake poker, and a kiss that makes you see stars — right up until you slam on the brakes.
lies | ⚡︎
⤷ after ohio, you rebuild your armor and pretend the kiss didn’t happen. two weeks of awkward distance, a charged moment at the gun range, and a stairwell conversation later, you tell spencer the cruelest lie you can think of. it should end there — but then he finds the only evidence that can prove you wrong.
truths | ⚡︎ ❀ ᢉ𐭩
⤷ spencer shows up at your door with irrefutable proof you’ve been lying — to him and to yourself — but that doesn’t stop you from trying to deny it anyway. what follows is a late-night reckoning: small truths, careful boundaries, and the soft kind of honesty you usually run from.
adagio | ❀
⤷ at work, you and spencer try out adagio tempo until a hotel room debrief tests just how slow you can go.
heart eyes | ❀
⤷ spencer tries to focus on the case, but watching you translate grief into gentleness ruins his concentration until morgan snaps him out of it. // ficlet written for my 1k celebration event!
limited exposure | ⚡︎ ❀
⤷ at rossi’s book release party, the team’s playful teasing pushes you and reid’s “not-a-relationship” into a quiet fight, a real apology, and a red-velvet photo booth that develops more than just pictures.
october nights | ❀
⤷ you can’t hide the fact you love autumn from anyone — especially spencer. he gives you all the best parts of the season in a single day: leaves in the park, halloween decorations, classic horror films, and a night that spooks you in a way you hadn’t planned for.
just socks | ⚡︎ ❀
⤷ you buy spencer funny socks because they reminded you of him. which is totally normal. and casual. and definitely not girlfriend behavior. // ficlet written for my 2k celebration event!
scorpio season | ❀
⤷ you’ve never been a fan of birthdays, but celebrating spencer (and reluctantly allowing him to celebrate you too) might just change your mind.
out of the doghouse | ❀
⤷ your neighbor’s shy, sweet dog doesn’t trust men, and she definitely doesn’t trust spencer when he shows up to your place like he belongs there while you’re dogsitting for the weekend. // ficlet written for my 2k celebration event!
raincheck | ❀ ᢉ𐭩
⤷ you finally say yes when spencer asks to take you on a real date, but work interrupts the night before the entrees arrive.
shelter from the storm | ⚡︎ ᢉ𐭩 ꩜
⤷ in the cold aftermath of a fight left unresolved, you & spencer get stranded as a storm rolls in. with the roads underwater and only one vacant room at the motel, you’re left with nowhere else to run but straight into him. 18+, MDNI. sfw/under 18 version
call it what you want | ⚡︎ ❀
⤷ things between you and spencer are perfect, right up until a flirty grad student and a mandatory ethics training force you to decide what, exactly, to call the thing you’ve been pretending doesn’t need a name.
wear & tear | ꩜
⤷ after a brutal week on a case and an evening at o’keefe’s spent hiding your relationship from the team, you and spencer finally get each other alone — and your fishnets do not survive the night. 18+, MDNI.
can’t keep my hands to myself | ❀ ꩜
⤷ spencer can’t keep his hands off of you during a rare day-off movie marathon, so you call him out and turn it into a no-touching bet with paperwork on the line. 18+, MDNI. // ficlet written for my 2k celebration event!
operation mystery girl | ᢉ𐭩 ❀
⤷ when the team realizes spencer has a secret girlfriend, garcia launches a glitter-covered investigation that’s equal parts profiling and meddling. the only problem? their “mystery girl” profile is so wrong it hurts — and then the case cracks wide open, whether you’re ready or not.
something borrowed | ❀
⤷ a very simple, very sweet, very boyfriend-coded gesture from spencer in the BAU bullpen becomes the team’s newest obsession. // ficlet written for my 2k celebration event!
the comet | ❀
⤷ you wake up in spencer’s bed to feather-light fingers tracing your freckles like they’re constellations. // ficlet written for my 2k celebration event!
tethered | ᢉ𐭩
⤷ spencer has spent so long being the one who steadies you, up until an unsub he sees too much of himself in knocks him off-balance. he asks for space but ends up at your door anyway, and you become the tether you didn’t know he needed.
liminal | ⚡︎ ᢉ𐭩
⤷ you’re caught between breaths, between doors marked STAFF ONLY, between the life you had and the one you might not wake up to. spencer waits on the other side, choking on words he should’ve said sooner while a ghost from your past sits beside him in the waiting room.
house rules | ᢉ𐭩 ⚡︎ ❀
⤷ getting shot was dramatic, but recovering is worse. especially now that spencer reid has a key to your apartment and a color-coded plan for your survival.
like real people do | ꩜
⤷ a follow-up doctor’s appointment leaves you with medical clearance, a filthy dream, and a rapidly deteriorating ability to act normal around your boyfriend spencer reid.
nothing serious | ❀
⤷ you agree to girls’ night to celebrate your first week back at work and end up a little too drunk, a little too honest, and very much forced to confront how serious your relationship with spencer has gotten.
& more, coming soon!
what are greenaway!reader’s vibes .ᐣ.ᐟ
extras
⟢ greenaway!reader pinterest finds
⟢ headcanons 1 | 2 | 3 | 4
⟢ text messages 📱💬 | text messages pt 2
⟢ greenaway!reader fanart by gummy-cat-writes
⟢ apartment moodboard
⟢ hotch & emily’s relationship w/ reader
⟢ spencer said he “notices things” about reader. what does he notice?
⟢ why is greenaway!reader so avoidant/afraid of relationships?
⟢ greenaway!reader’s complex relationship with her sister Elle
⟢ how would greenaway!reader react to spencer going to prison? / part 2
⟢ things spencer has said to greenaway!reader that made reader not want to run
⟢ what did spencer & greenaway!reader each do with their photo booth strips from limited exposure?
⟢ greenaway!reader timeline
⟢ greenaway!reader marathon event
⟢ greenaway!reader’s MySpace page
⟢ greenaway!reader series playlist
⟢ a peek inside greenaway!reader’s camera roll
I’m constantly yapping about this series/reader, so check out the #greenaway!reader tag for even more content!
summary: clark shows his love for your friendship in many ways. fetching your lunch, carrying your things for you, always being there when you need him- but who could have imagined it would include kissing you on the lips? every casual peck makes your head spin, your heart stammer; until one night, one lingering kiss finally answers all your questions… and then some.
clark kent x best friend ! reader
themes: soo much fluff. clark is hopelessly devoted to you, but you have no idea. you're a cutie who loves fashion. he is adorable, friends to lovers, funny, domestic clark always! barely proofread, but enjoy xx
You’re running late. Again.
For the fourth time this week, and it’s only a Wednesday.
It’s not your fault. Really, it’s not- nothing was going right to begin with, and the outfit you’d initially planned on wearing ended up hanging off your body like loose rags. You had to change three separate times, and still, you aren’t too pleased with how you look today.
The day is miserable- all rain and clouds and grey skies. There isn’t an ounce of sunshine to be seen, not even in you, because your typically upbeat personality has been taken and held hostage by the city around you.
“Perry’s gonna kill you.” Clark greets you, umbrella clutched in his free hand that he immediately holds over you as you join him. He slings your bag smoothly off your shoulder, hooking it over his own instead.
Together, you walk in unison; quick, and sharp, your shoulder bumping into his arm due to the height difference.
“Then we better hurry up, Kent.” you say back, earning a chuckle from him.
You walk through the rain, and you don’t notice the way he ducks his head outside of the umbrella completely. How you don’t veer off the jagged path ahead even though it usually pains you to walk in a straight line, because his hand is hovering on your lower back, careful, steady.
You don’t even question why, when you finally get through those double doors, Clark’s curls are almost soaked and you’re bone-dry.
The elevator ride to the top is comfortable, like it always is with Clark.
“How was your evening?”
“I ate ice cream for dinner,” you tell him absentmindedly, “And I rewatched The Devil Wears Prada.”
His eyebrow quirks up, “Must have missed my invite.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Were you not in a different city last night fighting an intergalactic threat?”
“How’d you know that?”
“I watch the news.”
Clark smirks slightly. Never arrogant or cocky, just knowing. “I still would have come.”
You don’t say anything, busy straightening your shirt and wrapping your coat even tighter around you. When the elevator finally reaches the top of the skyscraper, you’re the first to step out, Clark directly in tow.
Your heels clack against the linoleum floor with a precision that can only come from someone with something to prove; in this case, the fact that you’re late for a good (nobody has to know the truth) reason. Lois looks up for a split second, nodding at you in acknowledgement.
Beside her, Jimmy grins. “What time do you call this?” he jokes.
“Got held up,” Clark lies. You smile inwardly, knowing he was perfectly on time; it was you who couldn’t decide on what to wear this morning, on what rings to pair with what necklaces.
You’d told Clark to go on; I’ll be like, thirty more minutes. I’ll just see you there! You’d said, but of course he refused to listen.
Someone barks your surname. They also bark Clark’s. You don’t even have to turn around to know who it is.
“Sorry, Perry.” You and Clark say in unison, his cheeks flushed crimson, yours still cold from the wind. Thankfully, Perry White seems to be in a good mood today; he just shakes his head in exasperation, a small mutter akin to tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum leaving his lips as he places another cigarette between them and turns around.
Clark pulls your chair out for you, waiting for you to sit before he does the same.
“Close call.” he mumbles, and you stifle a laugh.
It’s a busy day; one that stretches for far too long. You type until your eyes blur and you drink coffee until you can’t even taste the bitter burn of it anymore, but you’re focused.
You’re a great journalist, and you’ve chalked that down to be the very reason why Perry gives you so much grace. Why being late is a bump in the road instead of a fireable offense like it is for most people.
It’s Clark you have to thank for that; being his best friend certainly has it’s perks. He knows better than anyone how to charm the Planet’s infamous grump. Over time, you’ve learnt how to mimic him; be bashful when confronted about tardiness, especially by someone like Perry White, and you’re good to go.
After a couple hours of head-down, zipped lipped quiet, he finally breaks the silence.
“How you holding up?” Clark asks you, head hidden behind his own screen. You can’t see him, but you can envision his lips parting as he speaks, eyes trained on whatever word document he currently has open.
“Surviving. You?” you mumble, fingers wrapped around a yellow highlighter that has yet to land on the page. He lets out a chuckle.
“Counting down the seconds until lunch.”
“Are we going out today?” you pop your head around your monitor then, and Clark doesn’t skip a beat before doing the same.
The sight of him- especially after a long 121 minutes without it- makes something flutter dangerously in your stomach. His curls are unruly, piercing blue eyes only the slightest bit red as he looks at you.
You blink the feeling away, willing it to disappear and not come back for at least a little while.
“You want to? Or I could just grab us those bagels you like from the place ‘round the corner?”
“I can come with you,” you offer, but Clark shakes his head, the corners of his mouth upturned.
“No need. I’ve got you.”
You nod, a thankful smile spreading across your lips as you turn back to your desk. Of course, Clark does the same, and under the table you feel the tip of his shoes nudging against your foot.
Your smile only widens, though you try to hide it with a purse of your lips and a clench in your jaw.
It’s not that you have a crush on your best friend- absolutely not. Crushes, you’ve always believed, are for high schoolers; teenagers in faux love who believe that big, ugly bouquets mean romance, and cheesy, outlandish prom-posals equate to a lifetime of happiness.
No, you’re a little more pessimistic than that. And you’re a lot deeper in than that, because unfortunately for you, Clark Kent continues to be a shining example of the world’s most perfect boyfriend.
Minus the kissing. And the holding hands. Also the freakier stuff like sharing a bed, and hugging each other regularly- who ever said being in love was rational?
He’s kind. He’s patient. He waits hours for you to get ready and doesn’t even scold you for wasting his time, just smiles and stares at you like you’ve already done him the biggest favour by simply existing.
He knows your coffee order off by heart, grabs you a couple of sugars every time even though it’s sweet enough- just in case, he always says. He knows you like your bagels from Leon’s on Tuesdays but every other day, it’s Liberty’s or nothing.
Clark remembers. He cares. So deeply.
He is also in love with someone else.
“Just waiting for her to realise, I guess.” he’d told you once, when you asked him why he hadn’t dated anyone since Lois- all while holding a box of Christmas baubles you were picking from.
And he'd told you that he didn't need to date, not unless it was the person he wanted to be with forever. Clark Kent didn't do casual. To him, time was precious, and he simply had no interest in 'playing the field'.
Though even you had to admit; no matter how big the field, it would be very difficult for anyone on Clark’s future roster to compete with the brilliant Lois Lane.
“What if she never does?” you asked, gesturing for him to pass you another bauble to add to the tree.
It was mid-November, and a random chill in the air had you fixated on getting your decorations up ASAP. Naturally, Clark agreed, even playing pack-mule with you in the store as you collected everything caked in artificial frost and tinsel- even a brand-new tree that he held tucked under one arm as you ran up and down the aisles.
Clark simply smiled, eyes holding a shine as he watched you examine a fragile looking ornament, fingers twirling it in the light.
“She'll figure it out. She always does,” he’d said confidently, “One day.”
“What if she takes forever?”
Clark remained unfazed, “Then I’ll wait.” you just raised an eyebrow, dropping the topic immediately and trying to forget how deliciously romantic he sounded right then and there.
That, was six months ago.
And Clark has yet to introduce you to this mystery girl, has yet to even give you her name; you don’t even know what she looks like.
You supposed it was for the best. For now, you were happy living in blissful ignorance. Just until you got over this silly little love-crush of yours. Or, until you pushed yourself to finally start dating again and could finally forget about this whole thing.
You continue typing, the words blurring together incoherently. By the time 12:30pm comes around, your stomach is grumbling and it’s only the noise of everyone packing up for lunch that breaks your concentration.
Clark is already standing up from his desk, stretching those muscles of his that never go stiff, yet he does it anyway because it’s what everyone else does.
You lock eyes with him as he makes his way around the edges of the table.
“The usual?” he asks. You nod with a grateful smile.
“Please. Take my card-“ you’re already fumbling for your wallet, but Clark shakes his head firmly.
“No need. I’ll be back in ten.” He tells you, and before either of you can register what happens next, he leans down. Smoothly.
And gives you a peck on the lips.
It’s quick. It’s over within a split second. But it still happens; and when Clark pulls back without so much of a stunned look or an apology on his face, you swear you can still feel the plush skin of his lips on yours.
“Text me if you think of anything else you want.” he says coolly, as if he didn’t just short-circuit your entire being.
And he’s gone.
Just like that; he turns on his heel, nods goodbye to a gobsmacked Jimmy Olsen, and heads for the elevator. Leaving you; stunned, shocked, baffled, detonating in your seat.
You don’t move. For a long while, Jimmy mimicks you, eyes wide as his gaze darts between the elevator where Clark was and your desk, where you currently still are. And probably will be for days to come.
Eventually, he wheels his seat over to you.
“What was-“
“I don’t know.”
“Why did he-“
“I don’t know,” you swallow, and with a disbelieving shake of your head, you turn back to your desk, palms flat out on the table as a way of anchoring yourself to it. For a long while, Jimmy doesn’t speak, silently begging you to.
But you can’t. You physically can’t. Because it may have been an accident- it’s not unusual for Clark to give you a kiss on the forehead, an occasional one on the cheek if he’s feeling extra gratuitous. But on the lips?
Maybe he missed. Maybe, you turned your head without even realising it- and maybe, right now, he’s on his way to Liberty’s trying to come up with ways to end your friendship because he definitely knows now, if he didn’t before.
He knows, and he’s disgusted, and you wouldn’t be surprised if he came back with your bagel in a bag and a stern talking to about how you shouldn’t move your head when people lean in for cheek-kisses.
You decide you will never eat another bagel ever again in your entire life. You will be bagel-less and Clark Kent-less and best friend-less for the rest of time and it’s all because you couldn’t control yourself.
But you know you’re being stupid, because Clark is many things. Superman being the most important one of them- he catches rolling pencils before they can fall to the floor, nudges you gently out of the way when rain falls off outer stall canopies so you won’t get wet. He has reflexes that the normal man doesn’t. If you were to turn your head, he’d know, and he’d stop.
So why didn’t he stop?
You’re still frozen by the time he gets back. He has your bagels in their usual printed takeaway bag and he’s flushed from the cold, tie slightly crooked, glasses foggy and slipping down his nose.
He forgets to steady them, the grin on his face pointed so directly towards you that it distracts him completely.
Your eyes widen, hand shooting up instinctively just as they’re on the cusp of clattering to the floor. You push them up for him, the tip of your middle finger barely brushing against the bridge of his nose.
He smiles, crooked. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Jimmy’s jaw on the floor.
“Thanks,” Clark says softly, and because your heart is going a million miles per minute, you just nod a reply back.
He sets the bagels on your desk, pulls his chair around to sit next to you.
“So,” he starts, getting the food out like he always does. You, first; he unwraps your bagel, sets your sauces out, and drapes a tissue across your lap. “What ice cream did you have last night?”
You tell him, carefully at first, reluctantly, like it wasn’t just vanilla and caramel. But Clark doesn’t catch on.
He just nods, attentive as always. He laughs when you make a joke, tells you in a hushed tone about his new friend in Gotham, Bruce Wayne. He’s an alright guy, bit serious though. And he wipes the corner of your mouth when you get a bit of ketchup on it. But he doesn’t bring up the kiss.
So, neither do you.
Clark keeps kissing you.
And you, well- all you can do is keep pretending you’re not actively malfunctioning every single time it happens.
At first you assume it’s a one-off. A strange, meteorological anomaly- like those fish that sometimes fall from the sky. Weird, very rare, and inexplicable.
But then he does it again the next day.
It’s the same routine: lunch break, Clark grabbing the food, you offering to pay, him refusing like always. Except now there’s a new beat to the choreography; one that involves him leaning in, cupping the side of your elbow like you’re made of spun glass, and giving you a very deliberate, very real peck on the lips before leaving. It’s gotten deeper since the first, you realise.
And every single time, you just sit there like someone unplugged you from the wall.
Jimmy has stopped pretending he isn’t watching. He mostly just gasps now. Out loud. Very dramatically.
Thursday, Clark arrives with two macchiatos and a cinnamon walnut pastry you mentioned liking once. You’re about to thank him when he dips forward and presses- there it is again- a warm, soft peck to your lips.
“Be right back,” he murmurs, like that is the casual part of this exchange.
This time, your confusion is so loud it actually echoes. Beside you, Jimmy drops his pen, and it rolls for three desks.
By Friday, you try to mentally prepare. You puff your cheeks out, slap them lightly, tell yourself that if he does it again, you will absolutely ask him what on earth is going on.
But of course, you don’t. You don’t ask your best friend anything.
Because the second he leans down and those soft lips brush yours in that infuriatingly tender, maddeningly gentle Clark-Kent way, your brain promptly ejects itself out the window.
He walks off, humming, as you slowly rotate in your chair like a malfunctioning Roomba.
Your head is foggy, filled with so many unanswered questions that somehow, feel so far from being said out loud.
Nothing’s changed, oddly enough. Clark still walks you home. Still hovers over your desk, helping you with rewrites and amendments. He still brings you lunch and spends Wednesday evenings watching re-runs with you in your apartment.
He just… kisses you, now. Pecks you, more like, like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
And before you know it, days pass. Days turn into weeks, and naturally- predictably- it gets worse.
Or better. Or whatever this is.
Because now- now, Clark starts doing it not just before lunch. He no longer limits himself, and you still say nothing.
He kisses you goodbye when he heads home for the night.
Kisses you hello when you meet at the elevator in the morning.
He kisses you when he hands you a report you asked for.
And, he even kisses you when you complain about the printer.
Tiny, sweet, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it pecks. Like he’s testing you. Like he’s waiting; for what, you don’t know, but what you do know is that you are very close to the brink of explosion.
By the time a whole month passes, your confusion has reached clinically concerning levels. Your Google search history is comical, an amalgamation of confusion and shock before you swiftly swapped to incognito;
do best friends kiss on lips??
signs of short term memory loss
am I hallucinating long-term?
long term hallucination symptoms
group long term hallucination
do kryptonian people greet each other with kiss
You search with a slight hunch, your entire body covering your phone screen in both fear and shame of someone seeing. You’re desperate; completely at your wits’ end, and Clark seems to be none the wiser.
But then, comes the moment everything changes.
It’s late. Everyone else has gone home, and the newsroom is buzzing only with low lights and the distant hum of the city outside.
It’s just you and Clark, finishing up an article he’s been helping you with.
You’re buried in revisions, your brains working in sync as you push through the exhaustion of the last few weeks. You and Clark had gotten better about leaving on time, but with deadlines closing in, staying late wasn’t really optional tonight.
You’re tired, very much so- to the point where pretending like you’re not bothered is a feat in itself. Clark is focused, glasses sliding down his nose as he leans over your shoulder to point at something on the screen.
And then- like it’s the easiest thing in the world- he tilts your chin gently with two fingers and gives you a slow, lingering kiss on the lips.
Not a peck this time. Not a blink.
A kiss.
A real, life-altering, friendship-make-or-breaking kiss that injects electricity in your veins and brings all your dead senses back to life. It’s wonderful. It’s passionate. And above all, it is scary.
You freeze. But instead of pulling back like he usually does, Clark stays there, lips pressed softly to yours, patient as ever. Waiting. Wanting in silence, for you to respond.
So, you do.
Your body moves before your brain can protest, before any part of you testifies against the very notion of giving in- your hand curls into the front of his shirt, you tilt upward, and suddenly you’re kissing him back.
Your lips are slow as they move together; at first, awkward. Then, the awkwardness melts into something familiar, something warm.
And finally, it turns absolutely, heart-stoppingly illegal.
Just waiting for her to realise, his words play over and over- incessant, like a broken record- in your mind.
One day.
You fit together perfectly, you and Clark. Your lips do all the work while your minds fight to catch up. He makes a tiny noise- a surprised, happy sound- and you swear you can feel his smile against your mouth.
You pull back first, breath uneven, eyes wide and stunned in a way you can’t even hide. Your hands are still fisted in the front of his shirt like you forgot to let go.
Your grip doesn't loosen on the fabric, too afraid to disrupt the moment you’re both suspended in.
Clark doesn’t move. He just watches you, chest rising slowly, hope written all over him. You can't speak, so you don't.
But something in your face- the shock, the realisation trying to break through and finally shake some sense into you- makes him smile.
It softens as he looks at you, folding into something heartbreakingly tender.
“I told you…” Clark murmurs softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face with the gentlest touch. His eyes graze your lips again, already hungry for more, “that you’d figure it out.”
i have a problem with overexplaining things and i really tried not to w this fic - tried something different!! hope you liked <33
This was my submission for a writing scholarship, which I unfortunately didn't win. That said, the winners truly deserved it and wrote some incredible pieces. Even so, this story holds a special place in my heart, so I've decided to publish it. I hope you enjoy reading it, and I'd love to hear your thoughts and feedback
Renetta doesn't move. She is frozen - empty, hollowed out, ripped open and left bleeding. Her eyes - once sharp, once filled with fire, once aMerae - are blank now, devoid. There is nothing behind them, nothing but the storm raging inside her skull, tearing through her like shattered glass. Her body caves in on itself, shoulders drawn tight, arms limp at her sides. She feels weightless, she feels sick, and her stomach churns empty. She is drowning in thin air. She is everywhere and nowhere, she is free as a bird, she cannot escape. Her heart races. Her lungs weigh a thousand tonnes.
Everything she knew, everything she once believed, had been a lie. A repulsive lie covering an ever more vile reality, and she had swallowed it all willingly, letting it fester inside her. Had Kwai' ever loved her? Had they ever even cared? Or had she been just another fool, another piece in their game she had never realised she was playing? Bile rises in her throat, she swallows it down. She swallows the rage, the grief, the self-loathing that claws at her, tipping from the inside until nothing is left. Until the person who had blindly defended Kwai's actions is erased.
Kwai' had destroyed her. They had destroyed them all, taken, maimed, violated, and even their death had not freed her. They were still here, weren't they, still hurting them? Still sinking their claws into her, into all of them. Casimir is on his knees, whispering apologies like they mattered, like it can undo anything that has already been done. And Renetta stares at him. At the shattered ruins of a man she had mocked, a man she had hated, and she finally sees.
There is nothing left of him. And she helped to do that. To break him down and turn him against himself.
Her vision blurs. Her throat burns. She chokes on guilt. She should leave. She should run. She always runs. Why isn't she running? Yet her legs won't move. She is trapped, held in this moment, in this unbearable reality where she cannot take back what she has thought and said and done, where she cannot unsee what has been laid bare before her. She should hate Casimir. She should be furious. How dare he take away the Kwai' she had formed in her mind? How dare he ruin her and them in one fell swoop?
A part of her wants to reach out and hurt him, to scream at him, to tear him down like she is being torn down, to make him feel every ounce of weight crushing her chest. But he hurts yet, and she knows he does.
And so, she does the only thing she can. She moves slowly, like she is made of something fragile, something that might shatter. She kneels before him, closer, close enough that she sees the way his shoulders shake, the way his breath comes in ragged gasps. The way his hands clutch at his own arms, like he is trying to hold himself together. She understands that feeling.
She reaches out.
She barely feels it as she wraps her arms around him, face buried in his chest. And then, she breaks. A sound rips from her throat, something raw, something that doesn't even sound human. The dam bursts, and she is torn apart all over again. Tears and screams, screams and tears, and some distant part of her wonders where the screaming is coming from. She has not yet noticed that her mouth is open, not that her cheeks are aching nor wet with tears, nor the scrape of each ragged sob through her vocal cords.
For the first time, Renetta lets herself truly grieve. She does not grieve for Kwai', not for what she lost, but for the girl she had been, for the girl she had destroyed with her own tongue.
She cries for Casimir. For herself. For the lie she loved. She cries because she has nothing left. Because she does not know who she is anymore. She clings to Casimir because there is no one else. Because she cannot do this alone.
