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𝜗𝜚 𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑪𝑲𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑬

IN WHICH : united by a game of chess in the park, you develop a an unmatched bond with your opponent - the genius spencer reid himself

warnings : mentions of grief (reader lost her grandfather)

it had been years. four years and nine months, exactly, since you’d last put your hands on a chessboard.

the set he’d gifted you - brown and beige wooden pieces, each delicately carved - for your last birthday together was weighing heavily on your heart and the shelf it was catching dust on, in hopes that out of sight, out of mind, you wouldn’t be reminded of the loss you’d experienced if your life carried no memories of the past.

yet, you still remembered it all. the warm hands that taught you how to play, smoothly moving the pieces around while your younger self stared, amazed. the proud smile he wore on his face when you beat him at the game, one that was worth more than any victory trophies you could ever win.

tears pricked your eyes from both the crisp december air and the memories flooding back in, when you walked through the park. the weather was chilly and you were walking fast, trying not to pay attention to the gathering of people playing chess around the stone tables as you made your way back home.

you looked up at the greyish sky, refusing to shed as much as a tear in public about something so mundane as a board game. dressed in scarves and warm coats, these strangers were chatting and laughing around the marble chessboards, completely unaware of the invisible wound they’d just reopened in your heavy heart.

before you could realise what happened, you’d stopped in your tracks right in front of the impromptu gathering. you couldn’t move - some magnetic field was pushing you towards them, as if all the lack of playing for all these years was finally catching up to you in a tingling sensation at the tip of your fingers.

laughter erupted a few feet before you, bringing you back to reality where you were all alone with a grief that didn’t seem to care about the seasons changing and years passing. one of the elderly men got up and crossed his arms in defeat.

“that’s it,” he said in a mock offense tone. “why are we all still playing if this young man keeps winning everytime ?”

putting your freezing cold hands in your pockets, you chuckled, wondering who this mysterious chess genius could possibly be. to be famous in a park where people come and go everyday to play around these same boards, he must’ve been quite good at it.

gears turning in your brain, you almost didn’t notice a little boy studying your unfamiliar face, until he pointed at you and said.

“she hasn’t played yet !”

all of a sudden, half a dozen faces turned to your direction. you froze in place, caught like a deer in the headlights.

“you haven’t played, right ?” the young guy, who must’ve been no older than a middle schooler asked, wondering why he’d never seen you around before.

you simply shook your head. no. you hadn’t played - not today, not even in the past for years and nine months. you weren’t even sure you’d be able to remember the rules if someone pressured you to do it now. you’d never played with anyone other than him.

everyone around stepped back and gestured to the marble table you dreaded so much. all of the neighbours wore a smile on their face, taking in your face and placing their bets. you didn’t want to do it.

it was still time for you to bolt like you always did, to ignore your problems and run away as far as possible without looking back. truth was, you didn’t owe these people anything. you could simply go back to being a grief stricken stranger passing by, ignoring all reminders of someone’s existence you once cherished so much.

but the so called genius, who’d been waiting at the other end of the table for a new opponent, looked up and said something.

you first noticed his hand. his slender fingers were rested against the edge of the chessboard, patiently waiting. his smile was polite and hesitant, and lit up his mesmerising chocolate eyes. his hair was a bit messy from the wind, and the chilly air had coloured his nose an adorable shade of pink.

only then, you realised you hadn’t listened to what he said.

“hm ?”

he chuckled awkwardly, adjusting a pawn to try to keep his gaze away from yours. “i just said… you don’t have to play. if you don’t want to, that is”

the wind blew harder, leaves rustling around you. no, you didn’t want to play with anyone else, ever. you’d made yourself that promise years ago and stuck with until now. but right now, the look in this mysterious guy’s eyes sent all of your self control flying away with cold of the winter.

and you sat down in front of him.

“i want to. just… don’t get your hopes too high”

a beat passed, silence washing over the crowd of people, too stunned to believe you even dared to sit down and give it a try. it was common knowledge around here that when he wasn’t too busy with his important work duties, he’d come here and play. and won. every, single, time.

slowly, you reached for the pawn and moved it, shivering at the feel of the cold marble figure against your fingers.

he mirrored your actions, clearing his throat.

“i’m spencer, by the way. spencer reid”

the game kept going for quite some time, giving you both the time to introduce eachother and say something new every time your turn came. your voices weren’t distinct enough for anyone else to hear, not that you even noticed anything that was going on outside of spencer and the chessboard.

despite the years that had passed, you’d found no trouble getting back into the game. your moves were smooth, well thought. the rook took spencer’s knight, his bishop and a couple of pawns following in a couple of moments.

you were in some sort of a trance, head buzzing from the event and the boy sitting before you. his hands looked warm, his smile looked encouraging. he reminded you of someone.

“you’re good,” spencer admitted, snapping you out of the adrenaline rush and making you shake your head bashfully.

you played your next move, every action already thought out in advance since you’d noticed his queen moving to the right. “haven’t played in years… my game feels rusty”

“really ?” his eyes looked up to meet yours, something you’d avoided since the beginning. one look at him and you’d lose all brainpower, for sure. you couldn’t afford it now that you’d started playing.

he didn’t exactly notice, too busy thinking ahead. if his brain could be fuming right now, it would definitely contrast with the cold weather around you.

“whoever taught you must’ve been talented, then.”

right then, your fingers froze mid-air, tears from earlier finding their way back to your now glassy eyes. you couldn’t do anything but nod.

“yeah… it was my grandfather.” you admitted, the word sounding strange on your tongue from how rare they were for you. “he taught me all of it, i never even played with anyone else before. before this.”

bishop making its trajectory towards your side of the board, spencer’s eyes softened when you said that. you couldn’t know, but his story was quite similar to yours, and he somehow felt seen for the first time, aside of his skills for chess.

“i only ever used to play with my mentor, too.” gideon’s memory came with flashbacks of the two of them on the jet, and during late nights in the bullpen at quantico. “it took me quite some time to come back here after he left…”

often, spencer felt like like a pawn in someone’s game. unable to make his own moves that had been chosen for him way in advance, a destiny he hadn’t chosen. he’d made his way through the chessboard of life trying to follow a path that had already been drawn. yet, nothing about today felt like anything but destiny.

and you noticed it before he did. a tiny window of hope, the smell of possibility.

caught up in the memories, caged in his own head, he hadn’t noticed the lack of precision when his turn came. you did.

your rook wasn’t blocked by any piece since he’d moved the last pawn, practically granting you access to the king in a way that felt borderline unfair. that’s what he got for putting both of their hearts on the line.

you reached for the rook when the look of realisation crept up his face. how could he let that happen ? a genius profiler, the best chess player anyone knew, who’d always been at least five moves ahead ? and all of that because of a stranger ?

placing the piece all the way next to the king, you were practically about to combust from a mix of nostalgia and excitement as you spoke.

“checkmate.”

spencer smiled.

a genuine, amazed smile.

he couldn’t believe what he’d just found. first, a clear lack of strategy he needed to fix as soon as possible - he’d rather not let you or anyone else beat him in the foreseeable future. but also, someone who knew what he’d been through, who’d gone through the same thing, and didn’t treat him any differently for it.

“i think you might be the best partner i ever had” he let out before correcting himself, stuttering. “chess partner, i mean- yeah… chess.”

a laugh escaped you, tension fading. you were celebrating a victory, but a personal one more than anything. you’d confronted your fear, and without knowing, he’d been the reason for it.

spencer’s lips shaped into a thin line before he asked. “would you uhm… want to do that again ? i need to work on defence tactics to make sure my next games prevent this from happening.”

he also needed to make sure he wasn’t dreaming you, like he very often had dreamed a chess partner when gideon left. he needed to make sure you were real, and perhaps double check to see if your outstanding chess skills and mesmerising face weren’t a figment of his imagination.

“i’ve got a chessboard at my place.” you said. maybe it was time to stop hiding it, and dust it out and accept the truth. your grandfather wasn’t coming back, and neither was gideon, but you had a feeling the boy before you had no intention to leave whatsoever.

capturing his king, you’d also captured his heart.

checkmate.

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𝜗𝜚 𝑪𝑹𝒀, 𝑪𝑹𝒀

IN WHICH : spencer feels helpless when he sees you cry for the first time

word count : 1.6k category : fluff, established relationship with very emotional and empathic swetheart reader. crying (obvi) and overall lots of cuteness a/n : this was originally supposed to be a blurb... but i'm so proud and happy about how it turned out ahhh !! please reblog and lmk if you wanna be tagged in my work ♡

you were an pretty emotional person by nature.

everyone in your life knew it. your family, your friends, hell - even your colleagues whom you weren’t that close to did. surely, you’d been born with the double edged sword of empathy in your hands, doomed from the beginning.

spencer reid fell in love with you for your heart, the extensive organ in your chest that had room not only for him - although mainly for him, but for all the beauty you saw in the world. what he noticed, in the early stages of your relationship, was how much you ached from caring too immensely.

about everyone, and everything, all the time.

but nothing could’ve prepared him for the first time he saw you cry.

lights dimmed, your legs resting on his lap, you were in his apartment tonight. he’d been rambling for days about a documentary that had just come out, insisting he wanted to see it with you.

now, if you had to pick a movie, you probably would’ve chosen the usual romantic comedy - but when you saw the way his eyes lit up when you asked him about the topic, you realised there was no way you could resist.

you just wish you would’ve listened to him instead of admiring his angelic face. maybe, then, you could’ve told him you didn’t want to hear this sad story. you could've brought up your immense hatred for emotional documentaries, and without a doubt, he would've logged into another streaming platform to watch a romcom with no complaints.

but you didn't.

the documentary, from what you understood after daydreaming and staring at your boyfriend for about half an hour, was about murder trial that happened a couple of decades ago. a young man, from a family of farmers, had been accused of killing his own brother in an act of mercy.

spencer had been enticed by the trial as soon as he'd read about it in the morning paper he always bought on his way to work. the way the court had handled the complex and intricate case, and how people from that small town had reacted to it.

he saw the cerebral aspect, and was utterly absorbed by every information he heard and micro-expression he analysed on the suspect's face, barely blinking while he gathered all the information.

you, however, frowned when you heard the testimony. he only realised how distraught and affected you were when he felt you hiccup against his shoulder.

“what’s wrong ?” he let out worriedly, hand flying to reach for the remote and hit pause.

the tear rolling down your cheek sent his brain into overdrive as he tried to think of what had caused it. he was quick to brush it off with the pad of his thumb, before asking.

“did i do something ? honey, what is it ?”

you looked up bashfully, glassy eyes meeting his. a chuckle escaped your throat at how silly this situation was.

“no, of course not ! i just… can’t believe that guy when to prison-“ you sobbed again, tugging at his sleeve to distract yourself from the fact that you were crying in front of your boyfriend for the first time.

“- just because he wanted to put his little brother out of misery.”

spencer’s arm slipped around your waist without you noticing, and he cradled the back of your head to gently pull you closer. he was used to see people weep, in interrogations room or hospital waiting rooms. but it never tugged at his heartstrings the way it did now.

because this wasn't a victim's friend or family member. it was you.

“actually-“ he stated, facts spilling out the way they always did when he was nervous, in hopes to reassure you “he was released on parole when another judge decided to investigate again.”

you sniffled, wiping your scarlet nose with the back of your sleeve. even his attempt at making you feel better only encouraged the tears to keep flowing. everything about this felt embarassing to you.

“i knowww,” he raised a brow, listening to your high pitched, emotional voice. “but it’s just so sad”

spencer frowned, his lips turning downwards into that adorable shape that usually made you smile. it didn’t, though. he kept running his fingers through your hair, absolutely unsure of what to do.

never in his life had he comforted someone before.

or if he had, he’d never been really good at it. social cues weren’t his thing, and apart from trying to calm his mother down during one of her episodes, or giving a ted talk to one of the members of the team after a rough case, he didn’t have much experience with it.

had he done something wrong ?

no. you’d just told him what you were crying about, but still. he was the one who suggested watching the documentary in the first place. he should’ve let you pick a stupid movie instead. in this relationship, you were much better at reading the room and setting the mood.

“i know, love…” he spoke again, hesitantly. the last thing he wanted was to say something that would worsen it.

“but actually, he didn’t stay in prison very long. and given the circumstances, he was lucky enough to just get a fifteen year sentence. according to the law-“ and there he was rambling again, until you cut him off with his name rolling off your tongue in a scolding tone.

“spencer !”

“sorry.” the apology was earnest, although you looked nothing but fearsome with your watery eyes and flushed cheeks, and that’s when you noticed how terribly lost he looked in that moment.

amidst the tears that had rolled down your cheeks, you’d forgotten to explain yourself. shoot. you had no way out of this now.

“it’s not you, spence." you said after a moment. "it’s not even the documentary..”

“it’s not ?” he asked, looking at you with a tilt of his head.

“no,” you continued, shifting on the couch so that you were leaning against him, seeking his warmth. “i just… feel too much, i think.”

he simply listened, instinctively holding you closer. all he wanted was for you to smile again, or even to chide him for suggesting a work-related topic for what was supposed to be a romantic saturday night.

he would take any emotion from you and cherish it, as long as it wasn't sadness.

“for everyone, and everything. all the time. and it’s good, you know ? apparently it means i have a good heart.” you told him, clearly not looking convinced.

“but i cry a lot, too. and that guy’s story just broke my heart… so i guess... yeah, that's all.”

spencer sighed next to you, relieved in a way words couldn't express. he felt a blue veil lift off his chest, lighter now. so, it really wasn’t his fault. but he perked up at the last part, wanting to know more.

“really, you cry often ?”

a chuckle escaped you, gosh, he had no idea. and maybe it was time for you to be honest now, to accept the fact that he loved you, all of you, including the strange quirks and emotional tendencies.

“actually, i cried when i came home from our first date. and the day you wrote me a letter. you know, the one you slipped in the first page of Pride and Prejudice ? and also when you went away for that case in virginia, right after we got together.”

his brows knit together in pure confusion, nose scrunching slightly as he recalled all of these memores, the fundamental chapters of your shared history. the letter was a reference to your irevocable love for the Jane Austen novel, that he gifted you when you two were geting to know eachother.

"letters are so romantic," you'd told him during a late night phone call as he soaked your every word, "i wish people stopped reading too much into a double text and truly opened their heart instead, the way it used to be back then."

to say he took it by the letter - pun intended, was an understatement. he'd sat at his desk and pulled out a pen as soon as you hung up, and the following week, the gorgeous vintage copy he'd bought you was in your hands, envelope carefully tucked in it.

a loving smile creeping up his face at the memory, he was instantly snapped out of his thoughts when you sniffled once more. you were still looking at him bashfully, awaiting a response.

he could only say three words now, his talent for writing and expressing himself long forgotten between the pages of a romance novel.

"i love you."

your eyes widened, clearly surprised by the unexpected declaration. in months of dating, none of you had spoken those magic words yet. not that you didn't feel it, no - your love for him was pure, and unquantifiable.

it resided not only in your wide heart, but your entire body and soul, consuming your thoughts and emotions in a way that made it hard to breathe sometimes. spencer reid had seized your entire self in the palm of his hand the first time you met, without even having the slightest idea.

just as you were about to pour your feelings out in return, your lips parted without any sound getting out, he cut you off anxiously.

“was our first date really that bad ?”

you laughed, your previously tear stained cheeks turning a soft shade of pink. he really did collect every word you spoke like precious gemstones, analysing them under the magnifying glass of his sharp mind.

“no, dummy. i cried from happiness when i realised that i love you, too”

and maybe, you do feel too much. for everyone, and everything, all the time. but those emotions, no matter their extent and intangibility, are nothing compared to the way you feel about spencer reid.

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Most Jace Wayland fics the picture is the wrong Jace this is Jace Wayland ⬇️

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hello guys. pls recommend me books. i have no idea what to spend money on so im gonna but books instead 🙁😭

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how i feel after seeing guest starring matthew gray gubler

in all seriousness, i'm happy he got an episode, even though he had only like a few seconds of talking, him being in screen was enough!! AURHFJFJ bestfriends jennifer and spence will always have my heart, i love them as bestfriends 😭😭🙏🙏

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CME 18x03 SPOILER PHOTOS AND TWITTER LINK BELOW

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"i'm always gonna be here for you guys" WHAT IF I CRY????

link to the scenes!! ⬅️ CME 18x03 SPOILERS

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cme 18.03 spoilers

spencer in 18.03 OHMYGODODOD 🙁🙁🙁

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ᥫ᭡. SNIPER , SNIPER , SNIPER , SNIPER⊹ — /S.REID/

SUMMARY: The BAU tracks a deadly and arrogant sharpshooter. You, an expert in precision, struggle how familiar the unsub's MO is, and has a genius is always by your side, that looks at you with hearts in his eyes.

PAIRING: s.reid x bau!sharpshooter!reader .. established relationship

WARNINGS: mentions of death & blood.

NOTES: tbh i lowk dont like this?? also i'm experimenting on the layout style on my fics dont mind me raauhfhfjf,, anyways someone needs to give me money lowk i need buldaaakk 💔💔 it was like 2am when i wrote this so i think u should expect somr bad grammar!! i also wrote this i na hurry cause i want to sleep,, angways enjoy!! (word count: 1.7k)

The rooftop was cold. You were standing on a rooftop, and you were carrying your rifle, which was unloaded and disarmed. You weren't here to shoot. You were here to see.

To see how the unsub shot their victim. To observe.

"Around three hundred yards," You mumble to to yourself. You were alone. "Most likely no wind resistance." You say as you observe the area where the victim was shot. A single clean shot. No exit wound. Upper left chest was the usual target for the shooter.

"Impressive." Spencer's voice broke the silence behind you, you flinched when you heard his voice.

"You're late." you murmur.

"Walking up a flight of stairs in a hurry isn't really my thing." He chuckled with a sheepish smile, you turned around to face him, you see that he had a drop of sweat that traveled down his forehead. "Oh, and, I bought you coffee." He held up the cup of coffee as he walks towards you.

You take the cup from him, your fingers slightly brushed against his.

"Thank you." You gave him a small smile before setting the rifle on your shoulder with a hand supporting it, then taking to cup from him to takea sip of the coffee, he gives you a smile back.

You glance back at the slight imprint on the ground, "The tripod was here, I'm guessing the unsub was waiting for the target. they knew the victim's routine." you spoke.

Reid leaned in, "The shot traveled 280 meters, thats almost like 3 football fields. Whoever's doing this is precise and patient. Like a sharpshooter." He hummed.

"I know," you exhale, lips pressed tight. "It's too clean."

"You're worried." Spencer spoke as he observes your face, he sees that your eyebrows are slightly furrowed.

"No, I'm pissed." you corrected him before you put your rifle near it's case, "He knew what he was doing and he wanted us to know." You crossed your arms as you stood up, your gaze went back to the scene.

Everything was now silent, all you could hear was the breeze of the air flowing against your skin and hair, and Spencer was there. Reading your facial gestures, he was there reading you.

"You've gone quiet." He muttered to you.

You didn't look at him, "I'm thinking."

"You do that a lot." He said, his head tilted as he spoke.

You turned your head around to meet his eyes, "You love that about me." You tease as you tilted your head back at him.

"I do." He smiled faintly, "I love everything about you."

The tension between you two thickened, you two were staring at eachother before Spencer spoke.

"We should.. Go back." Spencer suggests as he pointed to the door that led to the staircase. You nodded, you handed your cup of coffee to him before kneeling down to put your rifle in your casing and carrying it with you. You take your coffe back andwalk beside Spencer, having small talk while walking down the stairs to go back to the SUV and head back to the precinct.

Back at the precinct the team gathered around the board littered with crime scene photos and evidence. Three victims, killed from a long distance.

"Two men, one woman," Hotch sighed, "No connection between them that we can currently find. But shot placement is identical, all where the upper left chest is targetted. Fatal, but not instant. Why?"

"It's most likely a showmanship." You hypothesized, "He's basically taunting us by making the fatal shot, he could've killed them in an instant, but he didn't." You shrug as some of the team nodded.

"We charted the elevation points, this unsub likes to do it where he can see everyone and no one can see him." Reid informed as he tapped on the map.

JJ frowned, "So.. We're looking at a pattern based on the environment? Not victimology?"

You hummed, "Every setup so far has minimal wind interference, downward line of sight."

Morgan looked over to you, "You profiling the unsub or yourself?"

You shrug at his words, "Sharpshooters are alike, the difference is the motive. LDSK's are no different."

Hotch looked at you with a measured look, "So the unsub probably has military training. He's confident and arrogant."

You nodded at Hotch's words before turning to Spencer who gives you a small smile. "I think we're ready for a profile." Hotch glances up to the team before heading out of the temporary conference room that the precinct made.

After giving the profile, you sat down in the conference room, you prop your legs on the table as you play with the pen in between your fingers.

Spencer knocked on the open door, "You look.. Stressed." He pursed his lips as he slowly walks beside you, taking a seat to sit with you.

You hummed as you looked at the board in front of you. He watched you for a moment longer. Then, he softly spoke, "You look tired." He repeats his words, but not in an exact way.

"I'm fine, Spence." You turn your head to look at him.

"You say that everytime." He frowned slightly as his hand reached for your stray hair and tucked it behind your ear.

You finally exhaled, "I feel like I've seen this before, but I can't recall who did it."

Soencer didn't offer empty empathy, instead he listened, he listened and read your face. He gently reached out for the pen that you were playing with in between your fingers and set it on the table, then his fingers wrapped around yours. Warm and Comforting.

"We'll see it." He assured you as his grip tightened slightly before letting go, letting his hand relax against yours. "For now, you need rest."

You found the fourth site out of luck, or maybe it wasn't. Either way the UnSub left the shell of his ammunition, with a paper beside it.

The site was a playground.

"He flinched." You murmured as Spencer cane up behind you with a confused look.

"He usually targets left upper chest area. This one was just on the shoulder." You look at him.

He then hummed, "His first mistake."

"He's getting sloppy" You sighed, and something in your head clicked.

"What are you thinking?" Spencer tilts his head slightly as he asks you.

"I don't think this was about the targets."

JJ jogged over the two of you, "We just got something from the precinct." She says as she hands her phone to you.

Hotch sent the image. It was a photo—You. Taken across the street, you were out taking a breather fron things inside the precinct, wearing your leather jacket.

You notice a paper next to the photo. "You look good in black." In red. A color that looked like blood.

You stared at it for a few moments. You hear Spencer's voice next to you. "That looks like blood." He points out. "I think that might be the unsub's, he was no where near the crime scene."

Your breathe hitched, you raise your head to look at JJ. "It's still being processed."

You hand her phone back to her before you walk over to the nearest bench to sit down. Spencer follows you, but doesn't say a thing, until he sits down beside you.

"You're the target. The woman who he shot looked like you." He muttered.

"You think I don't know that?" You snapped, you look at Spencer, wide-eyed, you clear your throat before mumbling an apology to him. He nods in understanding.

After a while, you planned a setup for the unsub. Spencer and JJ disapproved of it, because you would be putting your life at risk. But you assured the team that you wouldn't get killed. Atleast that's what you think.

After you picked the location and time, you had to wait a day before commencing with the plan and it didn't take long for him to find you. You were out in the open, an easy shot, but a bullet flies past you. It makes you suspicious.

Spencer yelled your name from afar, though, you couldn't hear it because you heard another shot, thankfully you ducked to tie your shoe.

"Shots fired! Two shooters!" Morgan's voice blasted through the earpiece.

You fall on your bottom, you see Spencer running towards you, but you paid no mind to him because you were observing the buildings. Then you saw it.

One on the rooftop while the other was in the third floor.

The original was the one who shot you, you don't recognize the other shot made, you figured it was an accomplice or a prodigy of the unsub.

Spencer dropped beside you, "You okay?" he frowned

"Yeah." You pointed to the building where the shots were fired. "I want both of them alive."

And you had to wait for a few moments, before Emily's voice came through the earpiece, "We got the unsub and his assistant."

You sighed out of relief before you slung your arms towards Spencer, giving him a hug.

He pats your back two times before you let go.

Turns out, the unsub was your colleague who was your shooting partner in the practice range back then in the military, when you weren't at the BAU yet. He liked to shoot from heights, and he was dishonorably discharged from the military.

You leaned against the ambulance as the EMT clears you for any injuries. You notice Spencer walking towards you with a bottle of water. He offers it to you and you chuckle before grabbing it.

You took a sip from the water bottle and set it beside you on the ambulance.

"You were.. Brave." He smiled at you.

"I was about to chicken out before the shots were fired." You joke as you held his hand.

"I think.. We should take a break." You purse your lips.

He blinked at you, "From us?" He asks.

"No silly, just from.. Everything. It's been overwhelming for me and I don't know for you."

He nodded, "Did you know that theres a tree in the Amazon Rainforest that stores rainwater in its bark? It's enough to drink from in weeks."

You cock an eyebrow at him, "What are you implying?"

"I'm saying is that I wanna be that bark for you." He smiles sheepishly, "I wanna support you and be there for you."

You stare at him in confusion for a few moments before laughing, "That's such a weird way to put it."

He looks at you lovingly before he presses a kiss on your lips, his hand cups your cheek.

As you two kissed, everything then felt quiet, like the universe suddenly stopped.

Everything was perfect.

Spencer was yours and you were his.

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your whole theme is sewww cute ! i loveur spencer texts. what app/site do u use to make them? they’re so good

ong haudjfock HII!!! thank u sm for the compliment !! alsoo the app i use for my smaus is MeMi Message! It's available in both app store and google play <3

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100 followers.. YAY!! i love u all 🫂

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boyband reid and boyfriend by jb. like. oh my god. i cant stop thinking about it & im going feral.

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𓏵 ── ₊˚ ᛝ ˙ MAMA'S BOY ‧ ᵎᵎ

➜ :: ݁₊ . s.reid x caretaker!reader ⸝⸝ flangst? ˙. 𖦹˙—

the texts between spencer and his caretaker s/o that takes care of his mother.

dani's notes: i honestly have no idea what i was doing,, hehe,, ooc reid i think idk,,, anyways i still have no idea how to initiate conversations with myself so bare with me with these smaus cause i AM trying my best,, stream mama's boy by dominic fike cause thats what i kept listening to while i was making this lowk,, 😭💕

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