sorry for not being active. a ho just graduated top of her class and i am now facing an identity crisis and mourning my youth. i will find my passion to start releasing my writings again bc i never stopped writing in my little notes app. thank you!
there was this spencer reid x reader thing i wrote that i need to finally publish bc i legit have the draft. i wrote it like months ago but a little sneak peak.
early season spencer, before the show started. he got accepted into the bau and knew nobody in virginia so he went to go buy a small cake and celebrate by himself. there he meets a girl, she just got accepted into the master's program in julliard and was in virginia for her concert. she too celebrated alone as she wasn't quite close to her recital members. the two meet, they click, she invites him to her little recital the next day and la la la the rest is history.
includes: cute little magical ambiance in the cafe. two little cuties with their entire lives ahead of them. comfort in an unexpected place. ༉‧₊˚.
i watched this couple tiktok where the bf just believes everything his gf says no matter how ridiculous. "look the dog is standing." "the egg has chicken feathers" "i finished the 1000 piece puzzle we just started" and more. i feel like that could be so spencer reid coded.
he is someone who believes statistics and science so wholeheartedly but the minute his gf says smth otherwise, he will believe her no matter what and he'll fall for it everytime.
spencer reid x reader but reader is inspired by kelly kapoor from the office. i've never watched the office but i can across an edit of her on tiktok and now i want to and u already know everything i think about is tied to spencer reid.
hear me out: spencer reid x reader. childhood rivals in college to lovers to enemies :3 both prodigies, attended the same colleges, competed in lectures to become the professors favorite, eventually started dating then it ended bc spencer believed she was too childish (they were both like young teens in uni) and wasn't using her potential enough. she grew to absolutely hate him for breaking her heart and they meet years later in their own respective fields.
victorious is making a comeback soon. soooo in honor of that, will your cat valentine!reader also make another comeback 👀??
very much a possibility my entire catvalentine!reader series is getting rewritten and added too. i've taken a small break from tumblr bc life is hectic but i hope to return soon after all my classes are done ৎ୭
۶ৎ currently writing spencer reid x reader. reader is the very new, very anxious, people-pleaser new agent who cannot stand the thought of people not liking her so she of course brings pastries. spencer reid, being a germaphobe, declines since he doesn't know if the entire office washed their hands bc he showed up late. reader finds out and is incredibly apologetic and cannot believe she didn't take that into consideration. and so she makes it a thing where she would have one pastry in a special container just for him when she brings her weekly treats. spencer feels bad bc she is going out her way but she assures him it is no problem at all and he shouldn't be excluded just bc he needs to have it in a different form.
this blog is mainly a writing blog where the wondrous scenarios i imagine and put into text. <3
.ᐟ.ᐟ who i write for —— spencer reid, clark kent, harry potter fandom (aged up since i am an older teenager #unc), aaron hotchner, and pretty much any hot man :P
.ᐟ.ᐟ what i refuse to write —— no sexually explicit content or smut. best i can do is suggestive. #yearner #afraidofsex #secretgoonette #plzknowitssatire
.ᐟ.ᐟ important notes —— i try my best to write y/n with diversity in mind since i am a south east asian myself and know what it is like to not quite see diversity in media or writing. i try to write with all skin color, hair texture, and body types in mind. another important note is that i am a student who decided to take too many hard classes bc i like stressing myself out since i do not play about my future. please understand if i do not post frequently. writing is my happy hobby and i think that it is healthier for my mental health if i don't allow myself to get burnt out.
.ᐟ.ᐟ my requests are open so feel free to share your thoughts. (when requesting, please be specific) i may not answer my inbox in a timely manner but i promise that i do read all of them and appreciate all the support. i love reading comments and i love having mutuals.
summary: the bau races to find the devolving unsub that seeks to wreck havoc on the streets on the city of monuments— however once they arrive, they find that their job is already done for them and the woman who took him down seems to have taken a special liking to the youngest member of the bau.
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author's note: yes this is a rewrite. my first version got like 1.7k likes but i felt like it wasn't my best ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა
content warnings: provacative language, stupid science things. idk how science college research works. reader referred to as little lady bc i was watching white chicks i the line "damn little lady, you sure can put it away."
The sky was a soft gradient of light blue and orange, meaning it was way too early for you to be outside of your home. Nevertheless, despite the chirpy birds somehow singing over the few cars on the road heading to work, your sweet tooth waits for nobody.
You strolled down the streets, keeping to yourself and to your own lane. You are in no way a morning person, especially when it comes to the deadly sun rays blinding your delicate vision. Fortunately, there is an amazing invention called the sunglasses that blocked out the UV and tricked your hangover mind into thinking it was still dark outside. Bonus points for the bedazzled sides to match your outfit.
Taking a slow drag from the cigarette loosely held together by your manicured fingers, you already knew that this morning would be a long one. The day before you found out you passed your final university exam to graduate with your bachelors so you celebrated with shots after shots after shots until you passed out on your couch and woke up with a strong craving for frosted vanilla cupcakes with sprinkles.
Normally, the ingredients needed to make it would already be in your pantry, awaiting for your magic touch but you underestimated how stressed you were for finals week that your supply had depleted before you even noticed.
So with a fruit flavored energy drink in one hand, a cigarette in the other, and your everyday large leather purse hanging off your shoulder, an ipod in your pocket blasting music through wired headphones — you got ready for the early adventure. You feel lucky to live in such a walkable city, yet you supposed you should have predicated an incident was bound to happen.
You are a memorable person by heart even when your mouth is shut. The large bag you carry around is decorated with a variety of charms that jingle with every shift, your scrunched boots tap against the concrete pavement, the small muffled sounds of your music leaked through the earbuds, the strong scent of your perfume practically leaves a trail of love, and you walk with the expectation that men bigger than you will always move out their way to let you by (which they always do).
Anybody who sees you, sees that you ooze confidence and peace and possess this bubble around you that repels anybody who tries to disturb it. So imagine your suprise when somebody attempts to pop that bubble with their craziness.
Provocative lyrics blasted in your ears as you neared the grocery store that always opened at a prehistoric hour but before you could pass the corner, you were rudely stopped.
A man appeared before you, looking as if he had just crawled out a meth sewer. He blocked your way but his large frame blocked the sunlight — or maybe it was a passing cloud — either way your sight had darkened even more with the addition of your sunglasses, adding to the ominous feeling.
You continued walking, nearing the man who seemed to stand in the middle of the already narrow sidewalk. You kept to the right since it is America and you follow the invisible traffic rules. However as you got about a meter close, the man had shifted his stance and ended up right in front of you.
A deep sigh escaped your glossed lips, foreseeing a troubling incident. The cigarette burned smaller, shorter than the length of your long painted nails, signaling that it was about time to put it out.
You didn't want any trouble — not this early in the day and definitely not when you are dealing with a raging headache. So you took a step to the side. Unfortunately it was not so easy as he mirrored your actions.
"Excuse me." your voice is groggy, worn out from hours of karaoke. You looked the man straight in the eyes, yet you weren't sure he noticed passed your glasses.
"You have very pretty hair, miss." Even his voice sounded like a textbook definition of a perverted loser. He raised his open hand to reach for your hair and that's when you saw it— he had his other hand in the pocket of his dark blue hoodie that definitely concealed more than just a limb.
You took a step back, turning your head to the side to avoid his dirty fingers from touching your being. A half-filled energy drink occupied one hand while a half-used tobacco filled toxicity filled the other— it was a no brainer which one you were going to sacrifice if the situation went south and by his attempt to think he even had the right to touch you— you worked quickly.
You took off one earbud to hear him better, feeling the adrenaline build up in your body and your fight-or-flight mode getting ready to activate at any given moment.
"Don't be like that, baby," he sneered. He could see the disgust on your face. The scrunched up nose and the way your lips twisted into this shape that mimicked a stuck-up aristocrat walking through the slums. You could see that he didn't like that. "It's women like you that are parasites to society."
If alarms weren't already setting off by the fact he was wearing slippers with he state of his rat feet, then they sure were now. You dropped your cigarette, making sure to put it out with the bottom of your boot — making a mental note to properly throw it away when this whole ordeal was done. What? Sure you filled with body with toxins, but you had standards for the quality of the environment, especially since you contributed to the smoke pollution.
Your bag slid down your shoulder to your hands, fingers wrapping around the strap. Every step you took back, he took forward. Your eyes flashed from his pocketed hand to his nearing face. He had the look of a predator finding its prey. The two of your stared each other down, one waiting to find his perfect time to pounce while the other runs through the options in her mind that will be the least trouble and most efficient.
He was twitching like he was on a drug, making the possibinly of outrunning or overtaking a large man on stimulates quite difficult. But you trusted in yourself and the weight of the bag you carried— as well as the two energy drinks you drank before you opened be third one to get you through the ten minute walk to the grocery store. One could say that you were also the crazy person on stimulants but at least yours is legal.
"You're actually deranged." you stated, and it was evident on his face that that statement was sort of the enzyme that propelled his reaction. It wasn't the smartest thing you could've said in the situation but seeing a man as pathetic as himself getting so mad over your simple words, brought you a few seconds of joy.
He whipped his hand out his pocket, revealing a pocket knife that was yet to be opened which gave you just enough time to swing your bag right across his face with enough force to make him drop his knife and take a couple steps back to balance himself.
You knew the simple punch wasn't nearly enough to take him down, but you did what could.
"Shit," you whispered. How could you forget? You couldn't believe you forgot about the devices you carry in your bag for protection— you blame the adrenaline— also the fact that Ke$ha was currently blasting in one side of your ear.
The man quickly pulled himself together and got up, he didn't even think to go back for his weapon and held his bare hands out in a grizzly bear motion to go straight for you. Blood trekked down the side of his nose from the cluster of metal keychains hitting him.
You couldn't reach into your bag because your energy drink was in one hand and still very cold and delicious, but it seems that today was all about sacrifices so you painstakingly did the unthinkable. You threw the drink into her eyes, making sure the umhealthy liquid caffeine hit him right in the optics.
He loudly winced in pain which gave you just enough time to open your bag and take out the greatest innovation known to mankind. A hot pink stun gun, gorgeously bedazzled during a hangout with some of your college friends after the number of crimes against the female students had skyrocketed.
The electric buzz was like a beautiful melody paired with the electric-pop echoing in your left eardrum. The final touch to the trashy orchestra was the sonorous screech that tore through his chapped lips as he doubled down to the ground, pain evident in his scrunched up face.
"You bitch!" he hissed. Oh, but you weren't down. The two and a half energy drinks seemed to kick in now more than ever as you used your heavy bag to make sure he stayed down.
You weren't quite sure what you packed in your bag to make it so heavy. You always carried the essentials. Your wallet, notebook and pen, essential makeup, travel sized brush, lotion, hand sanitizer, compact mirror, a pack of cigarettes, your house keys that also had charms attatched, pepper spray— oh and your stun gun. That paired with the faux leather bag and its giant belt buckle– you could say it weighed more than the average bag — maybe the same weight as a diaper bag?
"Ouch! Stop it!" He was know in an armadillo position.
"No!" Who did he think he was?
Time felt like it slowed down with every satisfying hit you threw. You weren't sure how much time had passed until you focused in on the lyrics still blasting in your ear— it was a wonder how it stayed attatched even with the sporadic movements you did. By the time the Playlist switched from Britney Spears to Paramore, you knew that a considerable amount of time had passed since you started to make sure this man stayed down. Everytime his grimy self tried to get back up when you stopped to take a breath, you made sure he stayed down.
A couple moments ago, you swore you heard a distant voice yell, "I'll call the cops!" so you could only hope you could keep this man down enough until then.
However, you supposed you were way too into your favorite activity, and you suppose that your music was way too loud because you barely noticed the loud police sirens and flashing lights— (you also had sunglasses on so, you believed you had some sort of a pass).
It wasn't until you felt two arms wrap around you, pulling you backwards, that you were brought into reality. Still, you were reaching to get one more hit in. You felt like a dog getting pulled off another during a fight.
"Woah, careful there miss." A gentle voice pulled you out of your thoughts. It was calm but firm. "I got you."
He firmly held you to ensure you didn't try to pounce on the unsub, guiding you a couple meters away for his fellow coworkers to apprehend him. You felt his calloused yet soft hands swiftly graze over yours to obtain the 'dangerous' yet legal weapon you used to protect yourself.
You pleasurablly watch as the man gets harshly handcuffed despite trying to scream for them to pity his bruises.
You were breathing heavily. It was been a while since you had any sort of exercise and it was unfortunately catching up to you. The person who pulled you aside had let go of his firm grip, seeing as you understood to not interfere but for a safety precaution and extra measure, he decided to step in front of you, blocking your vision from the trigger.
You certainly didn't expect for the person to be quite takk as you were staring directly at the navy blue FBI vest on top of a light blue lingerie sleeved button up. Your eyes trailed up and was met with these warm light brown eyes that looked at you with nothing but concern. "Are you alright?"
Nodding your head, you did your best to put yourself back together, though you were certain you still looking good despite the whole body workout that involved you twisting your body to propel the harshest hits. You suppose it was like a game of wack-a-mole but instead of 9 plastic moles popping up, it was 9 areas of the crazy's man's body that spoke to you the most.
"I'm Doctor Spencer Reid. Are you hurt anywhere?"
Doctor? He looked around your age, maybe just a wee bit older but that would suggest he would have a doctorate. Prodigy maybe? Either way, he is certainly attractive and that title in front of his name just exemplified the attractiveness.
"No, I'm okay." you were so sure at first, but then you remembered. You sweet, beautiful nails. Oh the beautys that took you hours to complete. A sad gasp escaped your lips as you spotted a breakage through the right ring finger. Not only were you not getting a sweet treat that morning, your precious nail was chipped. "I can't say the same for my art."
Spencer Reid is a profiler. He notices everything. However he is an art lover to his core so of course he would take special notice at the canvas found in the most obvious yet peculiar places. "Did you do them yourself? They look very nice. I have never seen art done on such a small canvas— well except for miniature art — well it's in its name."
A warmth swirled in your chest at his compliment. Not many men can appreciate the art and hardwork put into your perfectly manicured and painted nails. Many think it is idiotic to spend so much time and energy doing something that would only last two weeks at most.
You brought showcased your nails with the hand without the crack and used the other to take off the one earbud that somehow held on, before placing it inside your pocket with your IPod. "Thank you." He seemed like a very nerdy cutie.
"You know, if you use a silk wrap or the mesh of a teabag and put it on the underside of the nail crack — then apply a small amount of liquid glue and the color matching nail powder— it can seal the crack and look almost nonexistent."
"You really know your stuff, Doctor Reid." Gosh, you really do have a thing for smart guys. Your eyes trailed him up and down, shamelessly. Due to his height, you were sure he can see above your sunglasses and the direction of your eyes.
"One of my classmates in college was working on different adhesives for various levels of fractures and it turns out that broken nails were a much more common problem then expected." he explained, knowing that that information probably isn't common knowledge for anybody outside the adsthetic industry to know— especially not a single FBI agent with no prior experience with women. He knows you probably wouldn't know his background but he has been told by various people, mainly his fellow agents, that his lack of experience with women is quite noticeable.
"How long ago were you in college?"
"I started at fourteen, so eleven years ago."
"So you're smart and handsome. A perfect combination." You peeled your sunglasses off, gently folding the sides before dropping it into your purse. You wanted to fully see him before continuing the conversation and you are grateful you did because he is even more attractive without the shaded lenses over your eyes. The clarity made the red in his cheeks all the more evident.
An embarassed sort of chortle escaped his lips as he looked down to his shoes. "I — erm — thank you. I think I should take your statement now." He nodded his head as the string of words tap danced off his tongue, almost like he was trying to subtly shake his head back on track. He had a job to do.
"Okay." you smiled at how easily he flustered and how easy it was to get him flustered.
"Hey you!" How could the two of you forget about the man that brought the two of your to meet. It seemed as if all the chaos around you two had merged into the background of normal city chaos. "Fuck you whore in the stupid outfit!'
You gave the man the stank face, almost taunting him as if what he's going to do in his position.
When Spencer turned around to see who that comment was aimed towards, he found Derek Morgan shoving the unsub inside the car after a hard struggle of the unsub essentially refusing to enter the car. Aaron Hotchner slammed the door shut as soon as every limb inside the car was accounted for.
"What a loser." you shook your head.
"Sorry you had to experience this." Spencer sincerely voiced. Although he has seen this so many times— met victims nationwide who has experienced the worst of humanity — it really does pain him that he cannot be there to save everybody.
"It's not your fault. I'm just grateful you guys came— but why is the FBI involved?"
"Well he is actually a serial killer that we as the behavioral analysis unit was assigned to catch." He watched as your lips slowly parted, realizing tbe gravity of the situation. The man whom you thought was just a regular crazy person on meth had turned out to be a serial killer. You should really watch the news more.
"Oh."
"Yeah. It is thanks to you that we were able to catch him before he hurted others. He has been on the run for the past two days and it is safe to say he ran into the wrong person. Every women needs to carry one of these around." He still held your hot pink bedazzled stun gun in his hand, head tilting at the craftsmanship. "Did you do this yourself as well?"
"The original design was an eyesore."
"I see." Spencer smiled at the item in his hand— it was the first time he has seen such a dangerous weapon being decorated in such a fun way. t
Although dwelling on the fun of the situation was nice, he quickly had to pull himself together and remind himself on why they were there in the first place. He cleared his throat, "I don't want to take up more of your time. Should we take your statement now."
"Well I don't mind as long as its you."
Spencer opened his mouth, then promptly closed it. He was rendered speechless for once. How was he supposed to react to her words that many might take as flirting if it happened to them— but this is Spencer. He doesn't get flirted with. At least not that he has known of. He sees women flirt with other men but he never would've imagined such words would be directed towards him.
"Reid." A stern voice spoke from beside the two of them. You two turned to look at the voice. It was an older man with a stoic face, the same man who slammed the door in the unsub's face for shouting insults at you. Beside him was a younger looking light-skinned muscular man with a bald head. The two looked at you. "I'm SSA Hotchner and this is Agent Morgan. Are you alright."
"Yes sir." The authority in his stance and voice made you straighten your posture.
"You packed quite a punch on the unsub, little lady." Morgan stated, a proud smile on his face. "Good job."
"Thank you!" you chirped.
"Reid, did you get her statement yet?" Hotch asked and Spencer shook his head.
"We were just about to do that."
Morgan looked between Spencer and you. Then back to Spencer, then to you, then back to Spencer.
"If you aren't in a rush, would you be more comfortable giving your statement back at the field office?" Hotch asked you, wanting to ensure you were alright after the events of the day because he knows events like this can be traumatic.
Oh, the universe just rewarded you. "Can I ride with Doctor Reid?"
It was a no brainer for Hotch— anything to make you comfortable and seeing as Spencer spent time building rapport after carrying you off the unsub, it only made sense. "Of course."
Morgan sent a sly smirk to his tall colleague. He rode with Spencer but he doesn't mind handing over the steering wheel to the youngest member of the team and riding with Hotch. He handed Spencer the keys as he followed Hotch to the other black SUV. "Drive safe."
Morgan could practically see the nervousness radiating off Spencer, but he patted his shoulder and sent a confident smile.
Soon enough, it was only you and Spencer left. "Shall we go?"
"Y-yes!"
"You probably need my contact information don't you? You know, just in case." you winked and he pretended not to notice, keeping his eyes on the ground, ensuring he doesn't slip on the uneven concrete
"It is preferred just in case we have any important update on the case that might involve your testimony or safety."
"Since you're apart of this case, can I just give you my personal number. I don't pick up my phone unless its important."
"Erm— should I give you the FBI's contact so you know the number—"
You stopped in your step. The two of you arrived to the black SUV with Spencer's hand on the passenger door, ready to open it for you. "Normally I can spot sarcasm, but this is quite confusing."
"What do you mean?" He slowly opened the door, making way for you.
"Do you want to go on a date with me, Doctor Reid?" Straight to the point. You were already going out your way to give them your statement at the station and not in the middle of the sidewalk. You wanted to know if the eye-candy in front of you was taken.
Spencer stayed silent. Not because he wanted to deny it but his brain — the same one that reads 20,000 words per minute— was short circuiting.
It is a regular occurrence for your to render both men and women speechless but his lack of enthusiasm to jump at the opportunity did make you question if you lost you magic touch; however, you did look in the mirror that morning and you knew that wasn't the case. You don't mean to sound egotistical but you being beautiful is like the sky being blue.
You sighed, a small look of defeat appeared across your face as your mind went to the only viable option, "You're taken aren't you? What a shame."
"No!" he blurted out before you could finish your thought. You raised a brow. He cleared his throat in an attempt to compose himself, "No, I am not taken."
The corners of your lips turned up, "Perfect. We can discuss the details when your off work hours." Climbing into the passenger seat of the car, you gently placed your bag to your side before turning fixing your hair. The car door closed rather quietly, handled with care. You watched as Spencer walked across the front of the car to get to his side, not missing how red his ears were despite his long shaggy hair attempting to hide it. "Cute."
Spencer was on auto-pilot. He wasn't sure how he safely drove to the field office. Not when you took control of the radio, playing one of the most popular songs of the year, turning on the heater— controlling the environment in your favor. And he certainly couldn't focus when you spent the entire car ride looking up at him through your eyelashes, occasionally asking him random questions about God knows what. Small talk. He hated small talk. But he answered the simple questions to the best of his abilities despite seeing your teasing smirk through the car's side mirror.
Spencer Reid never liked thinking about the future, especially since the terrifying uncertainty of his mental health is always on the back of his mind, but when he sees you beside him— he cannot help but let his mind wander to a version of reality that involves him seeing a future with you. He knows it is stupid and he shouldn't be thinking of you in that way, whether you flirt or not, due to the principal of the situation— but maybe, just maybe— if you are truly serious, he could see himself in personal relationship with you.
"Doctor Reid."
"Yes?" He couldn't hide his gulp, nervously looking at the rear view mirror to merge lanes so he could turn into the field office parking lot.
"I think you missed the turn." your head turned to look out the window, watching as your car passed the familiar group of parked black SUVs.
"What?" He didn't think it was humanly possible to embarass oneself in less than an hour.
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ME ᡣ𐭩 — my name is hannah! eigtheen. i am filipino, born and raised in hawai'i but currently residing in the mainland. pisces, she/her, (i fully believe in mermaids, unicorns, and forest fairies) (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) second account: @fawnnlvr2
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