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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: spencer reid x fem!reader 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.4k 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: hurt/comfort, I think, either that or fluff, mid-ish seasons Spencer, some very mild violence, mentions of blood and injury, protective Spence 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Spencer Reid has never moved that fast. Not in the field. Not in training. Not ever. But when a grieving father shoves you into a kitchen cabinet during an interview, Spencer is across the room before anyone can blink—hand on the man's chest, voice like steel, all that quiet intensity finally aimed at someone who deserves it. The team is stunned. Morgan is asking questions. And the secret you and Spencer have been keeping for months is about to come crashing down.
: ̗̀➛ [𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧] [𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭] [𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱]
𝐚/𝐧: is this anything?
You’d been bracing for this the second you stepped through the door.
The victim’s mother had the same wild, searching look you’d seen a hundred times before—the desperate need to blame anyone, anyone, other than the abstract monster who took her daughter. Grief curdling into rage at the nearest warm body. You’d taken point instinctively, not because you were the senior agent, but because Hotch’s gaze had already flicked to you in silent question. Can you handle this? You gave a single nod. I’ve got it.
“Mrs. Hartwell, I know this is unbearable. But every piece of information you can give us—her schedule, anyone new she mentioned—”
“You don’t know anything.”
Her composure shatters on the word. Her hands claw at the air between you, fingernails catching the kitchen’s fluorescent light like small, dull blades. “You stand there with your fancy credentials and your clinical words. My Maggie is gone.”
You hold your ground, even as your pulse kicks hard against your ribs. Don’t flinch. Don’t feed the spiral. You’ve seen grief turn feral before—watched it coil and strike like a cornered animal. You’ve also seen what happens when you back away: it tells them their rage is justified, that you’re afraid of the very pain you’re asking them to relive. So you stay. Soften your voice, but not your stance. “I understand. And I’m so sorry. But the small details—her routine, anyone new in her life—those could be the thing that brings her home.”
That’s when the father snaps.
Dr. Spencer Reid
whipped pt.2 @luvlyk-13
3 time you make Spencer blush, 1 time he returns the favor @sirius-blacks-eyeliner
off the record @whoswitchybabyanyway
subtle flirting, not so much @luvlyk-13
making out with spencer reid to distract him @glossiercheek
“my wife?” pt 2 @luvlyk-13
Exile @reidrum
“statistically speaking.” @luvlyk-13
Masterlist @lis-likes-fics
Gatekeeper @lis-likes-fics
⎯⎯ EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED @hargreeves-duncan
Turning Page @spencilweidblog
“lost control.” @luvlyk-13
not her, just you @irisinlovee
perfect morning and sunshine @trashyyduckling
⭑ The Reid’s Exception. @certaimromance
We can't be friends @aliteralsemicolon
schrödinger’s relationship @mariasont
Cinnamon Sticks @mariasont
✦ Five Reasons To Date a Genius. @certaimromance
Hard launch @esote-rika
THE SHOWER PROBLEM. @reiding-writing
⊹ Playing: The Waiting Game.
Spencer Reid x BAU!reader
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You and Spencer Reid were paired the day you met at the FBI Academy, and neither of you ever really chose to be apart again. He cries when you cry, you laugh when he laughs, and he falls in love only when you do. You mirror each other without trying, orbiting the same gravity, bound by something deeper than choice. Like the sun and the moon—forever aligned, forever drawn—yet never granted the stillness of an eclipse.
Warnings & Tags: this series will go through almost every chapter of every season but it's going to rewrite them! i will stray from the canon quite a bit at times. suggestive themes and eventual explicit. extra slooow burn. friends to something weird to lovers. lack of communication. situationship of more than ten years.
Note: Honestly this is my new hobby and my perfect excuse to watch the show for the thousandth time:) so don’t worry, it won’t affect the posting of my other fics <3
Status: In process (very slow updates, sorry).
𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄
✦ chapter one: monday morning (4,6k)
✦ chapter two: second hand news. (4,7k)
✦ chapter three: songbird
✦ chapter four: rhiannon
✦ chapter five: silver springs
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✦ meet the reader
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sweater
spencer reid x bau!reader
summary: you show up to the bureau wearing his sweater
The first thing Spencer notices that morning isn’t the case file in his hands.
It isn’t Morgan talking, or Garcia rambling through the speaker, or even the faint smell of stale coffee lingering in the bullpen.
It’s you. Specifically what you’re wearing. Or what you’re not wearing. Because that is definitely his sweater.
His brain catches it in pieces at first. The oversized sleeves. The slightly worn cuffs. The exact shade of dark gray he remembers because he bought it during a lecture tour in Boston three years ago. The one that’s softer than it should be because he’s washed it too many times.
And it’s on you. Spencer stops walking mid-step.
“Reid?” Morgan nudges him. “You good, man?”
He doesn’t answer right away. Because now you’re turning around, completely unaware, balancing a cup of coffee in one hand and the sweater shifts slightly off your shoulder.
His sweater. On your shoulder. Spencer’s brain, usually operating at a terrifying speed, completely stalls.
“…that’s my sweater,” he says under his breath.
Morgan follows his line of sight. Then grins. “Oh,” Morgan mutters. “Oh, this is gonna be fun.”
⸻
You don’t notice Spencer at first. You’re too busy trying not to spill your coffee while flipping through notes, muttering to yourself about timelines and inconsistencies.
It’s only when you feel someone hovering nearby that you look up. And there he is. Standing way too still. Eyes locked on you or, more specifically, on the sweater.
“…hi?” you say, a little confused.
Spencer opens his mouth. Closes it. Opens it again.
“That’s—” he gestures vaguely, like words are suddenly optional, “—you’re wearing—”
You glance down. Oh, right. His sweater.
You’d grabbed it last night without thinking. You’d stayed over, fallen asleep halfway through one of his rambles about cognitive bias, and when you left in the morning, it was just there. Comfortable. Familiar.
You didn’t really think about how it would look walking into the BAU.
“…yeah,” you say, suddenly a little self-conscious. “I, um—hope that’s okay? I meant to bring it back but I was running late and—”
“You can keep it.” The words come out too fast. Too immediate. Spencer freezes after saying them, like he didn’t mean to say it out loud.
Your eyebrows lift. “Keep it?”
“I mean, not keep it permanently, unless you want to, which would be statistically improbable given normal clothing rotation habits, but—” he stops, exhales, visibly trying to reset his brain, “—it looks… good.”
There’s a pause. A very noticeable pause. Because Spencer Reid just said something looks good. And he is not looking at your face. He is very, very focused on the sweater. On how it fits you. On how the sleeves fall past your hands. On how it’s unmistakably his and somehow… better on you.
Your lips twitches, “You’re staring,” you say softly.
“I’m not—” he immediately looks up, which is worse, because now he’s looking directly at you, and his ears are turning pink, “—I just recognized the fabric composition.”
“Oh, of course you did,” you tease.
Morgan snorts loudly from across the room. Spencer glares at him for half a second before looking back at you, clearly trying to recover.
“…you didn’t have to bring it back,” he says, quieter now.
Something about the way he says it, less flustered, more honest, makes your chest tighten just a little.
“I know,” you reply. “But I wanted to.”
His gaze flickers, just briefly, to the neckline of the sweater again.
“…you can still wear it,” he adds.
Now you really smile.
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The rest of the team catches on quickly. Garcia notices first, obviously.
“Oh my God,” her voice crackles through the speakers. “Is that boy genius couture I see?”
You choke on your coffee. Emily leans over her desk, squinting. “Wait… is that actually Reid’s?”
JJ looks between the two of you, already piecing it together, a knowing smile forming.
Spencer, meanwhile, looks like he’s about to combust. “It’s just a sweater,” he insists.
“Your sweater,” Morgan corrects.
Spencer adjusts his satchel strap. “Clothing items are frequently shared among—”
“—people who are dating,” Emily finishes.
Silence. Spencer blinks. You raise an eyebrow. Morgan grins like he’s just won something.
“…we’re not—” Spencer starts, then glances at you, falters, and immediately loses all confidence in the sentence, “—I mean, not officially, not that labels are necessary for—”
You step closer to him. Not enough to make a scene. Just enough that your shoulder brushes his. He freezes instantly.
“…you okay?” you ask, voice soft, teasing but gentle.
He swallows, then nods, “…yes.” But he doesn’t move away. And he doesn’t stop looking at you.
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Later, when the bullpen quiets down and everyone’s distracted with their own work, Spencer finds himself standing beside you again.
He doesn’t say anything at first. Just… lingers.
You glance up. “You’re hovering again.”
“I’m not hovering,” he says automatically.
“You are,” you smile. “But I don’t mind.”
That seems to short-circuit him a little.
“…okay,” he says.
There’s a small pause.
“…it suits you,” he blurts out.
You tilt your head. “The sweater?”
He nods, “I like it better on you,” he admits, quieter now.
That catches you off guard. Because Spencer doesn’t say things like that casually. You study him for a second, really look at him.
At the way he’s trying so hard to stay composed. At the way his fingers twitch slightly, like he wants to reach out but isn’t sure if he should. So you make it easier.
You gently tug at the sleeve. “Maybe I’ll keep stealing your clothes, then,” you say.
His eyes widen slightly. “You can,” he says, almost immediately.
Then, softer, “…anytime.”
Your heart does something stupid in your chest. And for once, Spencer Reid doesn’t try to explain it away with science. He just stands there, a little flustered, a little breathless and very, very aware that you’re still wearing his sweater.
wanna kiss his face (with an uppercut) ➶ ˚ | spencer reid
୨ৎ masterlist. series masterlist.
୨ৎ summary: trying to figure out spencer reid was impossible. (un)fortunately for you, he's been dying trying to figure you out too. or... part four of my spencer reid smau <3
୨ৎ pairing: spencer reid x film girl!reader
୨ৎ warnings/tags: smau, miscommunication, language, #desperatespencerreid, penelope is TIRED, reader is TIRED, a mere sprinkle of angst
୨ৎ a/n: woahza two parts in one weekend who let me lock in?? spencer js wants his wife back and she's not having it 💔 anyways this one is pretty much back to normal length so hope yall enjoy <33 p.s if I repeat songs pls ignore I don't remember what I put in each part :)
୨ৎ taglist: @spencerreidsproblem | @grandtheftpiper | @caterppillar | @carpetmumcher | @cosmicreidd | @writinggiusdreams | @lozissupersexy-andaslut | @khxna | @percabethfangirl | @sparklyredhrt | @sp1derst0rrr | @shessogone |
lab.rat ♫ You're Just a Boy (And I'm Kind of the Man) ➤ Maisie Peters
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lab.rat: girls night outtt <33
kingofthe_lab: thank GOD we don't have work tmr omg my head is pounding ⤷ lab.rat: hm i wonder why 🤔
spence.reid: fun fact hangovers can be worsened by genetics :) some genes are responsible for enzymes which breaks down the alcohol byproducts acetaldehyde! ⤷ lab.rat: 👍
spencer reid series ☆ i wanna share an apartment, a room and a bed
☆ summary: spencer reid decides to rent his guestroom to a university student and she becomes the most interesting topic in his apartment. we all know that when spencer reid's curiosity is sparked nothing can stop him, but what happens if he starts to feel something else for this girl?
☆ pairings: Spencer reid and Cécile Jones (spencer reid x fem!oc, rommates, friends to lovers, slow burn, mutual pining)
☆ status: IN PROGRESS!!
chapter 1 the guestroom
chapter 2 the tears
chapter 3 the guilt
chapter 4 the team
chapter 5 the grudge
&more
☆ tags: rommates!au, friends to lovers, slow burn, mutual pining, spencer reid x fem!oc, season 2, in a universe when tobias hankel doesn't exist (im lazy), glasses reid, tw revenge porn and misogynistic language/behaviour (not from spencer) + nightmares and panic attacks, fluff, minor angst, (im deciding whether im comfortable with writing smut)
tags will be added if needed as the story goes on + every chapter has its own tags
Heyyy, I'd love a latte with hazelnut/coconut drizzle (one or both, whatever you decide) and whipped cream!
Maybe one where reader is Garcia's childhood best friend and they end up traveling near her on a case? And Spencer notices how pretty she is and yadda yadda kissy kissy
Also I did see your most recent post, take your sweet time I'm in absolutely no rush, I'll probably forget about this the second I send it anyway <3
𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 (𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔)
a/n: wowwww the way this absolutely wrote itself. I LOVED THIS REQUEST!!! seriously this was the fastest i’ve ever written a fic before. ty for the req i hope you love!! receipt is at the bottom!!
summary: spencer meets garcia’s childhood best friend and promptly forgets how to act like a normal human being. between phone calls and sneaking around, what starts as a crush turns into something a lot harder to keep hidden.
content warnings: spencer reid x fem!reader, lots and lots of smooching, slightly suggestive moments if u squint real real hard, otherwise just disgustingly tooth-rotting fluff
The case wrapped up clean.
The unsub had been apprehended with no further casualties, hostages rescued. The team had made it back to the precinct, packing up their things as they prepared to leave.
“Okay, now that we’ve got the bad guy and all of the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad things are over, I have one tiny request.” Garcia announced to the team.
Hotch glanced over his shoulder as he zipped up his go-bag. “What’s that?”
“Could we please stay for dinner?” She asked, eyebrows raised hopefully. “My best friend growing up lives right down the road from here, and I haven’t seen her in ages. I’d love for her to meet all of you.”
VIGILANT AGENT
spencer reid x cyber!agent!reader description: someone new arrives between the walls of the behavioral analysis unit. wc: 1.9k
Observe, catalogue, interpret. To analyze something so intriguing, you would have to look more closely and deeply to understand.
The bullpen is constant with energy as you enter. Controlled chaos by voices overlapping, sharp buzzes of a landline phone, and the rhythmic clicking of keys pressed down.
I want to kiss the crease between his eyebrows until it goes away
i've never known (someone like you) 。⋆✧˚ | spencer reid
୨ৎ masterlist. series masterlist.
୨ৎ summary: spencer reid is unlike any guy you've ever met, which might be why you find yourself falling for him a little bit every time you see him. he couldn't possibly feel that way about you though, right? or... part 2 of my spencer reid smau series!
୨ৎ pairing: spencer reid x film girl!reader
୨ৎ warnings/tags: smau, fluff, language, penelope (and derek) are chronically online bc I said so, jemily crumbs because canon said so,
୨ৎ a/n: this took crazy long to release MY BAD GANG <3 (school's nuts and I lwk got distracted with my peter parker series sorryyyy) this is also a TAD shorter than the other part just bc I finished this at like midnight on a crisp Tuesday night when I have school in the morning.
୨ৎ taglist: @spencerreidsproblem | @grandtheftpiper | @caterppillar
spence.reid ♫ This Night Has Opened My Eyes ➤ The Smiths
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spence.reid: at the movies (again) :))
penelopee_garcia: SPENCER REID. WHO IS THAT NEXT TO YOU??? ⤷ spence.reid: a new friend :) ⤷ penelopee_garcia: is it a GIRLfriend ⤷ spence.reid: no?? she's just a friend i go to the movies with ⤷ d_morgan: okay i see you pretty boy ⤷ spence.reid: ???
“oh, sweetheart”
spencer reid x reader
summer: you start to compare yourself to spencer and get distant, he notices and asks you about it
You hadn’t meant for it to turn into this.
At first, it was just little things, moments you brushed off with a quiet laugh or a shrug. Spencer would ramble about obscure statistics or quote entire studies from memory, and you’d smile, nod, and try to keep up. You wanted to keep up.
But somewhere along the way, it started to sting.
Because he wasn’t just smart, he was effortlessly brilliant. The kind of brilliant that made rooms go quiet, that made people stare, that made you feel like you were standing next to a lightning storm with nothing but a candle.
And you? You stumbled over your words sometimes. You forgot things. You needed explanations. You weren’t… him. So you pulled back.
At first, it was subtle. Taking a little longer to respond to his texts. Sitting a little farther away on the couch. Laughing less during his tangents, because now they made something twist uncomfortably in your chest instead of warming you.
Spencer noticed. Of course he did. He noticed the way you stopped asking questions. The way your eyes would glaze over, not out of boredom, but something else—something heavier. He noticed how your hand no longer automatically found his. And it scared him.
—
By the third day, he couldn’t take it anymore.
You were sitting at his apartment, knees pulled to your chest on the couch, staring at nothing in particular while he stood in the doorway, watching you like you might disappear if he blinked.
“Did I do something wrong?” he asked quietly.
You flinched. That alone told him everything.
“No,” you said too quickly, shaking your head. “No, Spence, you didn’t—it's not—”
He crossed the room in a few quick steps, crouching in front of you. “Then what is it?” His voice softened, but there was urgency underneath. “You’ve been distant. You won’t look at me. You barely talk to me anymore. That’s not nothing.”
You pressed your lips together, your gaze dropping to your hands. “It’s stupid.”
“I decide that,” he said gently.
Silence stretched between you. And then it broke.
“I feel dumb, okay?” The words came out sharper than you meant, your voice cracking almost immediately after. “I feel so dumb around you.”
Spencer blinked, like the sentence didn’t compute, “What?”
“I feel like I’m embarrassing you,” you rushed on, the dam fully broken now. “Like—like you’re this genius and I’m just… me. I don’t understand half the things you talk about, and I have to ask you to explain stuff, and I just—” Your voice wavered. “I feel like I’m dragging you down.”
His expression shifted from confusion to something deeper. Hurt. Not at you, but at the fact that you believed that.
“Hey,” he said softly.
You shook your head, pulling your hands away when he tried to reach for them. “No, Spencer, just—just listen. I know you don’t mean to make me feel that way, I know you don’t, but I can’t help it. You’re so smart, and I’m not, and it makes me feel like I don’t belong with you.”
The last part came out barely above a whisper.
And that made his chest ache. Because now it wasn’t just insecurity. It was you questioning him.
“Look at me,” he said gently.
You didn’t. So he reached up, cupping your cheek carefully, guiding your face toward his. His touch was warm, grounding, impossibly soft.
“Look at me,” he repeated.
This time, you did. And the moment your eyes met his, you felt it, that overwhelming sincerity, the quiet intensity that made it impossible to look away.
“You think I’m with you because of your IQ?” he asked softly.
You hesitated. “I just… don’t get why you would be.”
Something in his expression broke. Not anger. Not frustration. Just disbelief.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured. The nickname alone made your chest tighten.
“You are not dumb,” he said, firm but gentle. “Not even remotely. You just don’t have the same type of intelligence that I do, and that’s okay. Intelligence isn’t one-dimensional. There are multiple forms—emotional intelligence, interpersonal intelligence, creativity, adaptability—”
You let out a small, watery laugh. “You’re kind of proving my point.”
He shook his head, a soft smile tugging at his lips as his thumb brushed under your eye, catching a tear before it could fall, “No, I’m not. I’m explaining why your point is wrong.”
You sniffed, but didn’t look away this time.
“You understand people in ways I never could,” he continued. “You read emotions, you notice things I miss entirely. You make connections I wouldn’t even think to look for. Do you have any idea how valuable that is?”
You opened your mouth, then closed it, “I… don’t know.”
“I do,” he said quietly. “I see it every day.”
His other hand found yours, lacing your fingers together before you could pull away.
“And even if you didn’t,” he added, softer now, “even if you were completely average in every measurable way, it still wouldn’t matter.”
Your brows knit together. “Why not?”
“Because I don’t love you for what you know,” he said simply.
Your breath caught.
“I love you for who you are. The way you laugh at things that aren’t even funny. The way you always know when something’s wrong with me before I say anything. The way you make everything feel… quieter.” His thumb brushed over your knuckles absentmindedly. “You make my brain slow down. Do you know how rare that is for me?”
Your eyes stung again, but for a different reason now.
“You make me feel safe,” he whispered. “Not impressed. Not challenged. Not intellectually stimulated.” A small smile. “Safe.”
The word settled somewhere deep inside your chest.
“I’m not embarrassed by you,” he added, his voice firmer now. “Not for a second. If anything, I’m constantly in awe of you.”
You blinked. “Of me?”
“Yes, you.”
He leaned in slightly, resting his forehead against yours.
“You are not dumb,” he said again, softer this time, like he was trying to etch it into your bones. “You are thoughtful, kind, intuitive, and so much stronger than you give yourself credit for. And you are perfect to me. Exactly as you are.”
Your breath hitched.
“I just…” you whispered, “I don’t want to feel like I’m not enough for you.”
His grip on your hand tightened slightly.
“You are more than enough,” he said immediately. “You always have been.”
Silence fell between you again, but this time, it wasn’t heavy. It was warm, careful, healing.
“I’m sorry,” you murmured after a moment.
“Don’t apologize,” he said softly. “Just… don’t shut me out like that again, okay? If you feel like this, you tell me. We figure it out together.”
You nodded, leaning into him slightly, “Okay.”
He smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.
“Good,” he murmured. “Because I really don’t like those three days where you pretended I didn’t exist.”
You let out a small laugh, the tension finally easing from your shoulders, “I didn’t pretend you didn’t exist.”
“You took four hours to respond to my text,” he countered.
“I was thinking.”
“You sent ‘okay.’”
You smiled, shaking your head as you rested against him. And for the first time in days, the voice in your head quieted. Because maybe, just maybe, you didn’t have to be brilliant to be worthy of someone who was. Maybe being you was already enough.
A Little Timid
Spencer Reid x Shy Female Reader WORD COUNT: 1100+
Summary: You bring Spencer something for dinner during a particularly stressful case. One thing, though—nobody else knows you exist.
Content Warning: Spencer is overworking himself and forgetting to eat, reader has a sister and a niece/nephew (not specified), pet names
────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ──────
You and Spencer have been dating for nearly three years, and throughout that time he's visited your workplace more times than you can count. Usually to spend your lunch breaks with you, sometimes just so he can sit and be in your company as you work.
Which your boss is completely fine with, for some reason unknown to you.
Oftentimes you find yourself wishing you could do the same for him, on the nights where he doesn't come home until stupidly late, but every time you bring up maybe bringing him lunch on your days off, he shoots you down entirely. Like a bird out of the sky, or some other stupid simile you can't be bothered trying to come up with.
🧁 spencer reid and genius!reader relationship headcanons
⋆.˚ when they first start dating, they keep it secret for soooo long. spencer doesn't understand why at all, but you're so embarrassed at how quickly and how hard you feel for the boy you claimed to have hated for so long
⋆.˚ you encourage him to wear his glasses more, and to just become more comfortable with himself in general
⋆.˚ spencer's really grateful to have someone that keeps up with him (that sounds so patronising, but honestly, 187 IQ everyone), and someone who even teaches him things. you bond over your love of literature and trade interpretations
⋆.˚ he LOVES trying to make you smile. you've garnered a bit of a reputation for having a perpetually straight face so making you break is his favourite thing ever
⋆.˚ you share your little nerd shows with each other
⋆.˚ you love travelling together, especially going to historical sights. your honeymoon would totally be to somewhere like the colosseum or the arcopolis of athens
⋆.˚ would compete over who could figure out the unsub. it was an unspoken rule, but you both knew it existed
⋆.˚ you can exist in very comfortable silences with him. there's never the need to some empty space, because he never made you feel as though your mere presence wasn't enough
if this feelin' flows both ways
do i wanna know? part two
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summary: deciding to act on penelope’s advice, you go out for drinks with friends. relationship: spencer reid x fem!reader genre: comedy (?) (idk it’s not really fluff or anything) word count: 2.7k tags: spencer is *not* in this chapter, it’s purely for plot development, introducing some ocs because reader is a social butterfly and friends with everyone, oc being a yucky alpha male, he misgenders other oc, best friend banter, sexual references (not explicit though), VERY dialogue-heavy chapter author’s note: first time writing ocs for cm fics, this is so wild
A few weeks later, you’re having a much-needed night out with your favorite people: Elsie, your next-door neighbor, and Cam, Elsie’s college roommate. The two of them are your closest friends outside of the BAU, and have been by your side since you first moved to the DC area several years ago. Naturally, they know all about your recent breakup, and you’ve just filled them in on Penelope’s advice.
In the weeks since you and Spencer split, he’s clearly been attempting to orchestrate some divine intervention to talk to you. It obviously wasn’t coincidental that Hotch had you both working on the geographical profile the day after you caught Pen up to speed; you had left her lair, only to find Spencer and Morgan conspiring in the bullpen.
It’s pretty obvious that Spencer would like to win you back, what with the constant coffee deliveries to your desk, the incessant texts, and the mischievous plotting that results in sitting next to you on the jet. Perhaps someone else might see all his efforts as romantic, but from where you’re standing, you see every little action as confirmation of your suspicions. Spencer is terrified of being alone, and is only desperate to have you by his side once more for his own needs. The more you sit with Garcia’s (questionable) advice, the more tempted you become to leave Spencer in the dust and enjoy your newfound freedom.
the BAU as cats (accurate!!) ฅ^>⩊<^ ฅ ⋆˙⟡
currently rewatching s3 btw!