Hi, I'm Clementine! I'm 20, queer, and I use she/they pronouns. I plan to use this blog as a way to practise my writing and generally just feed into my Spencer Reid delusions.
My inbox and messages are always open, so talk to me whenever you wish (although replies will be slow).
In a nutshell, I write for Criminal Mind's characters, mainly Spencer Reid. I will write smut and fluff for fem and gender neutral readers, but only fluff for male readers.
DNIs are generally minors and anyone who spreads hate, although I do write fluff and anyone is free to interact with those fics!
Further details and guidelines to requests are listed here.
Oneshots (2K+)
Let Me Ease Your Worries (angst, fluff, smut)
A Helping Hand (smut)
Drabbles (1K+)
Sweater Weather (fluff)
The Morning After (fluff, slight smut)
Blurbs (Under 1K)
An Oblivious Genius (fluff)
Stress Release (smut)
Headcanons
Spending a Day at Home with Spencer (fluff)
What my Tags Mean
#writingreidisms -> my original work
#reidismrequests -> when I respond to and write requests
#reidismlikes -> original works by others which I adore and repost
#respondingtoreidisms -> responding to my inbox
#reidisms -> me yapping
Requests are currently open! Check my rules (linked above) to know what you can suggest.
Hello, I am etfrin from Tumblr, I got scammed from my previous account, can you please reblog my pinned post so the words spreads and no-one else is a victim of it, thank you!
Guys, etfrin got a new account!! I received a scam from ur account, but luckily didn't send any info before realising it was fake 🤞
I haven't used this account in ages, and I don't plan to any time soon (uni yknow), BUT. Guys, please be aware of this scam. @/etfrin got hacked and some scammer is telling people they've been accidentally reported, and if they don't message this particular guy on discord, their account will be deleted and legally pursued.
With every passing month, I get more and more disappointed with MGG, and I become a stronger Spencer Reid stan. The girl he's dating is a lot closer to my age than she is to his. And idc about "she's an adult, she can make her own choices" - yes but are they good choices? And is it really her fault if a man twice her age is dating her? Not really. It's concerning when there's a pattern and he's never dated anyone above 29.
And now the whole ... going to a concert headlined by a confirmed abuser. All this "I'm a woman supporter" bullcrap. This isn't to say he's not a wonderful person in all other aspects, but it just rubs me the wrong way.
At least, I'm not one of those people who gets wrapped up in a celebrity's life, so I really don't give a fuck, but it's annoying to realise the truth about some people when you thought they were decent.
Summary: you wish you could be able to wear Spencer's clothes, but you wear completely different sizes. However, one day he comes home with a surprise.
Genre: ever so slight angst if you even notice it, fluff
Word Count: 1K
Warnings: insecurity, self-comparison, kissing. Only she/her pronouns are used, so trans girls and anyone who uses these pronouns, this is for you.
A/N: I read @tenpintsof-sundrop 's post about how SO many Spencer writers love the "girlfriend wearing their boyfriend's clothes" trope, and honestly as they should, but as a mid-size girl, it's not that realistic. So I took it upon myself to write a short blurb where Spencer wears one of your sweaters. Enjoy 😙
Autumn was undoubtedly your favourite season: the crisp air biting at your skin, the crunch of browned leaves on the pavement, the feeling of a freshly-made mug of tea warming your hands, and of course, wearing sweaters. Sweater weather, is what you called it.
What made it better was the fact you enjoyed experiencing all of this with your lovely boyfriend, Spencer. You could only describe it as luck that you both shared a deep love for autumn, and Halloween naturally. You and Spencer enjoyed taking walks in the afternoon dusk of October, watching obscure foreign films that only he could translate while you were wrapped up in a blanket, and baking cinnamon goods when sleep was long forgotten on the nights he was off work.
Nothing could disrupt your joy during this time - well, except maybe one thing. Both avid sweater collectors, they were all you wore during the colder months. And as usual boyfriend-girlfriend relationships go, you often thought about borrowing a sweater or two from his wardrobe. He had a red striped one which you adored, a memory of his younger self when you had met each other at a flea market and both grabbed the same vintage book. His brown argyle one was definitely your favourite though. And you would ask him to wear it if it wasn’t for one thing.
You wore a larger size than Spencer. It was always blaringly obvious to you how different your bodily proportions were. Although the taller one, your boyfriend wore trousers that you could hardly fit a thigh through and his shirts would only reach past your neck, or at least you assumed - you had never attempted to try.
It shouldn’t have bothered you as much as it did. There were plenty of girls who were taller or chubbier than their romantic counterpart, but it still stung. There was nothing you wanted more during colder evenings than to steal one of his sweaters and bury yourself beneath the warm wool, enveloping yourself in his smell. So you opted for cuddling up as close to him as possible, letting him wrap his arms around you - it was as good as it could get.
However, one day during November, when you were alone at your shared apartment, a very wonderful thing occurred.
The kitchen had just been cleaned after another one of your baking fiascos. Amongst many things, you knocked the bag of flour while putting the tray of odd-looking cookies in the oven, and thus made a mess of the entire floor and counter. It took a while to clean up and it was not rewarding to open the oven door to deformed, sad-looking cookies. Whatever, you thought. It clearly wasn’t your day.
You found a place in your favourite armchair, your current read in your hands. It was the ideal way to pass the time since Spencer had texted you about his mountainous pile of reports he had to finish getting through. He could surely read faster than everyone else, but it didn’t mean they would be finished in a short period of time.
As you delved deeper and deeper into the story, you were startled when you heard the front door click open. You glanced at the clock up on the wall. Almost midnight, poor boy.
“Angel?”
“I’m in the living room!” you called out.
The shuffle of shoes and a gentle thump echoed through the corridor as Spencer took off his converse and dropped his messenger bag. The sound of soft footsteps neared you until the tall man rounded the corner and appeared in all his nerdy glory.
“Hey, finally home,” he sighed.
But you didn’t listen to what he was saying because you were too focused on something else: resting on his lanky frame was your sweater. One of your warmer ones. It was obviously a little too big on him, the material slipping off his right shoulder to reveal his white button-up underneath. The dark green sleeves were always a tad too long for your arms, and you’d assume they wouldn’t even reach Spencer’s wrists, but there they were covering his knuckles, only his fingertips poking out.
“Is everything alright? You seem distracted.” Spencer’s voice pierced your bubble of awe.
“Is that my sweater?”
He looked down and pulled on the hem of the sweater, a faint blush tainting his cheeks. “Uh yeah, it seems to be so. Does it bother you?”
Bother you was the last thing the image of your boyfriend in your clothing would do.
You cleared your throat as you tried to gather your thoughts into an intelligible sentence.
“N-Not at all! You just never asked me to wear anything of mine before … did you not have any sweaters left?”
“Oh no, I did! I um- well yesterday you wore it and left it on my desk chair, and it looked so warm and it … smelt of you.” His voice went up an octave at this last part. “And I thought I could wear it. Is that okay? Did I do something wrong?”
Wrong wasn’t the word you would use. Cute, adorable, heart-warming were adjectives that fit to describe the situation.
“Far from that, Spence. You look … you look adorable,” you said warmly.
He smiled in embarrassment and lifted his hand to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He truly was the spitting image of domesticity in this moment.
“C’mere.” You urged him to walk towards you, tucking your legs underneath your body. He shuffled closer while he picked at the stray ends of wool fraying at the sleeves.
Once he was close enough, you held his face in your hands and left a tender kiss on his plump, pink lips. He whined quietly at the sudden action, but let you do as you pleased - he couldn’t really say no, he was putty in your grasp.
After stopping the sweet kiss, your eyes traced over his outfit again - God, he was such a darling.
“Please wear my clothes more often, you look cute in them,” you said while looking into his hazel eyes.
this fic is so incredibly adorable - and maybe I'm a bit biased because I'm technically the one that inspired it, but I think there should be way more 'guys borrow their girlfriend's shirt/sweater' in fics because guys should also feel normalized in wearing their girlfriend's clothing. it should go both ways. it's incredibly comforting
and Spencer is just adorable, and I would totally let him borrow my sweaters lmao
Omg thank you so much!! I'm not on Tumblr much anymore, and that's why I haven't responded until now. Thank you for reposting and having such nice things to say :,) I'm always striving for more mid/plus size representation
Dear European moots, we gotta discuss eurovision 🙌 who were your favourite acts?! I've never liked so many acts in one year and didn't know who to choose as my no.1 (also have never been so disgusted with the televoting outcome, iykyk).
Personally, Lithuania, Italy, Ukraine, and Latvia are my top 4. I cannot choose one of them to be my favourite, they were amazing. Portugal, Albania, and France would be my runners up.
This is probably such a random post to make, but I fr think that fic writers need more recognition.
I've been inactive on here since I started my first year of university, because sometimes we must prioritise the more important things in life 😔 I haven't written anything since March/April of 2024, which was a year ago. I have bouts of wanting to write, others of not wanting to - I already write and read a lot since I'm doing an English Literature degree, so it does get tiring.
However, sometimes I read fics which really encourage me to improve my writing, even if it is in the form of fan fiction ... and smut. And one of the most inspiring people is @nereidprinc3ss , in specific her 'Do You Believe Me Now?' series. To explain how detached I've been from tumblr: the last time I checked, the series had SEVEN parts, not TEN - I did a little giddy dance when I realised I had new chapters to read.
I literally read it from the beginning until the end in one day, just for old times' sake; and as per usual, without fail, her writing gives me a new sense of inspiration. It would take me ages to quote all of my favourite parts (and unfortunately exams are a thing and I have to study), but this specific part from Chapter 2 always gets to me when I read it:
"Somehow the way he strokes your hip feels more nurturing than sexual. It’s like he has sex and chaste affection on tap, able to turn them on and off at will. You’re happy to drown in either. Ideally, both."
It's poetic in an effortless way, which makes me simultaneously jealous and in awe of her talent. I can't lie and say my writing hasn't seen better days, but I've been writing so many academic essays in the past few months, I've forgotten how to write creatively. Nonetheless, I am reminded that improving my writing doesn't only need to come from reading famously published books, but also talented tumblr writers. In a world where AI is making people lazy and devaluing art, it's people like Sam who give me hope that there are still individuals out there who love writing, properly.
Hi to everyone reading this. I told y'all I will do a handwritten letter and here it is! Please don't judge my handwriting much or my typos, thanks in advance! I just simply wish to express my gratitude to everyone who has helped me to get this far. First of all to shawol-lisa-lee9 on Tumblr, you were my first beta reader and you helped me progress so much. Thank you ♡. Next is sreidisms on Tumblr for editing my chapters without knowing anything about AFTG. You must have been so confused, lol. Thank you ♡.
My greatest thank you to Duke. The current and if lord wills the final and only beta for this series. I love your mind. I love that you remember the tiny details of the series I sometimes overlook. I love your advice. Honestly? I love you in general. What's not to love about you after all.
I can't never be any less grateful that it is you I am swiping my ideas with and that you get ti hear my rants. I am so glad it's you. I am so glad we're friends, Duke.
I hope you know and feel how much I appreciate you being in my life despite us being on the opposite side of the world with different journeys to walk.
Shout-out to my IRL for encouraging to go forward and write that damn fix. I was so insufferable guys :/ Thank you to all my apu’s online too for telling me to just do it.
I did it !! :)
Thank you to every hut, to every kudos, to every comment and subscribe. I wait to see what people would like to say about each chapter and it's such a joy to see the ao3 email pop up telling me a new email I arrived.
And lastly, thank you to Tereza who replies back to my story in Insta, reads the chapter as fast as she can and tells me what she thinks about it. I love to text with you! You're such a fun person who share the same love for AGTG I have.
AAAAHHH THIS IS SO SWEET MWAAH UR WELCOME! I'm sorry for being such a dick and literally abandoning tumblr mid-editing, uni has been kicking me in the ASS. You deserved a lot more from me, but thank you so much for the acknowledgment 🙏 too kind fr
@mariasont made the cutest bestest quiz ever you take it and it tells you which BAU man secretly wants you (link to her quiz!! Take it it’s so fun) and I was like wowww this is so awesome
So I made a silly little quiz if anyone is interested!!! U answer some questions and it tells you what era of spencer reid is in love with you hehehheh
I'm a firm spencelle believer, they could've been endgame. He was in awe of her confidence, and she was infatuated by his brains - and they both found comfort in each other's kindness.
in which spencer reid tries to convince reader to get out of bed.
fluff (18+ for implied intimacy)
warnings/tags: Spencer is down horrifically, post sex, ur difficult in a fun way, fem reader
a/n: teeny tiny blurb for today just 2 remind u this is a fanfic blog
Maybe it’s your eyes.
The way you blink up at him as he strains to flick the bedside lamp on and drowns the room in slow, honey-gold light, lashes fluttering and drooping, sweet and sedated. Their limpid, placated shine, so content on him. Maybe it’s the bare expanse of your back when the sheet slips away, the perfect dips and swells of you, like sand dunes shaped smooth in desert winds. Maybe it’s your hair, or the way your lips temporarily deepen in color when they’re so well-kissed.
But, your eyes—he couldn’t look away if he tried.
The idea that anyone would ever look at him like that would’ve been absurd, to a past Spencer.
Maybe it’s everything about you.
“Need to get up,” he reminds you in soft, whispery tones—almost sorrowful for disturbing your divine rest, mourning the perfect arrangement of your limbs, just inches from his own. A positioning that can’t be faked or recreated. Like leaves carried down to the forest floor on a gentle breeze and settling with a private sigh, far from anyone’s prying eyes. It’s not lost on him, this kind of magic. This secret kind of existing you let him in on.
You blink, slow and unworried.
“Can’t.”
“You can,” he assures you, unable to resist from leaning forward and pressing a kiss as light as a snowflake to the tip of your nose. Your face scrunches into a smile.
“Don’t want to.”
“You have to.”
“Not ready. I think I need my beautiful perfect angel boyfriend to cuddle me longer.”
Spencer flushes and presses his forehead to yours.
“I hate when you do that.”
“What? When I’m nice to you?”
You reach up to cup his face. Spencer carefully grabs your wrist and kisses your palm.
“When you’re nice to me because you want something and you know it’ll work. Because I’m weak.”
“I just want you,” you say, innocently, devilishly.
“Just,” he scoffs. “I know you. You’re not a girl who just wants anything.”
“Sorry.”
You don’t look sorry. You’re going for pout, but you can’t hide whatever mischief inside you is pleased by his teasing.
“Don’t be sorry,” he whispers, softened. “You don’t ever need to be sorry. I love giving you what you want. Keep asking me for things.”
You sparkle as he maps the warmed high point of your cheek with a thumb.
“Careful. I might end up a spoiled brat.”
Instead of pointing out that it’s not a matter of might—you’ve already arrived—Spencer exhales a laugh.
“No, no. Never. You just… have… a developed understanding of your wants and needs, and you communicate them efficiently, and to the extent that I am able, I enjoy fulfilling you. Unconditionally.”
Another wide smile, real and gorgeous. He could die happy, as you hold his face like he’s holding yours, and you speak so quietly if he were any further away, if he couldn’t feel your breath on his cheek, he might not be able to hear.
“You make me sound so good.”
“You are,” Spencer promises, speaking through a smile that mirrors your own but is, he can only imagine, not half as radiant. “You’re perfect. You’re actually perfect.”
“No such thing.”
“But there is, because you are. I’m looking at my proof.”
Another warm giggle.
“Well… okay. Say I’m willing to accept this. Doesn’t that mean… if I’m perfect… I don’t need to get up?”
“No. You absolutely do need to get up. But you’re gonna look so pretty doing it.”
You make a face. Spencer kisses it away.
“C’mon. We could get you snacks while we’re up.”
“Or you could get me snacks while I remain lying down.”
“You have to let me incentivize you.”
“Maybe you just have to do it better.”
Spencer huffs.
“Okay. You get up and go to the bathroom. I’ll get you something to eat and I’ll bring it to you once you’re done.”
“Will you read to me?”
“I will read to you.”
“Will you make me breakfast tomorrow?”
“Was it so bad you didn't get any value out of the experience? You have to take me for all that I’m worth?”
“No, no—” you laugh loudly, realizing your mistake. “No! Okay, no. Sex is not transactional. You don’t have to make me breakfast. Thank you in advance for getting me a snack and reading to me. You’re the nicest person ever and I love you so much.”
Spencer blushes and laughs to hide it and buries himself in the crook of your neck. You slip an arm under his ribs to hold him closer, and over the course of a minute or so, the laughter dissipates. A hand finds its way into his hair.
Spencer presses his lips to your skin and hums. “I was gonna make you breakfast anyway.”
you know why I as a writer use cai? Because people I've met in this fandom love to comment on how ooc Spencer is. And I decided instead of reading about how bad I write him to write somewhere no one can judge.
Because why should I give everything to just here he's bad?
this reblog on the last one sums up my thoughts!
also if the ai is writing your fic then you’re not. writing it yourself. was ai not able to explain that to you
Writing is about creativity and self-expression, so that intrinsically denies AI. Writing involves improvement and resilience, no one ever reaches a point of perfection. If people are telling you that you write ooc Spencer, you have two options:
Ignore them
Take on their feedback and improve
Writers who still have space left to grow but are trying are admirable. Writers who use AI to 'solve' their problems are not writers - they're AI users.
Hello!! Sorry I've been inactive since last summer. I've had lots of stuff going on! From moving to an entirely different country, to starting my first year of university, life's been busy busy busy. I have left some people on unread for months on end and I deeply apologise 🙏 I won't be writing anytime soon because it's that time of year where I'm drowning in essays, but I plan to slowly get back into writing in summer! Until then 🤞
it's so wild that the best lyric in pop music history ("tell your boyfriend / if he says he's got beef / that I'm a vegetarian and I ain't fuckin scared of him") and the worst lyric in history ("do the hellen keller and talk with yo hips") are both from the same song ("DONTTRUSTME" by 3OH!3). just. crazy how that works
okay not to be rude but some of you mgg fans need to stfu!!!!!!! literally tweaking over a 44 year old man having a unconfirmed gf is crazy 😭😭😭😭😭 if you seriously think he hasn’t had a gf or at least went on a couple dates since his last public relationship you’re mental!!!!!!!!!! he’s a 44 year old man who has a life and doesn’t know you stop getting so upset over it literally touch grass pls do us a favor.
i was once in a groupchat with a bunch of my mutuals and when the conversation of him getting a girlfriend came up the way not one of them didn’t even miss a beat to call this imaginary girl an offensive word i won’t name names but u guys r icky
I agree so hard with this. He's a middle aged man who's very attractive and social - you think he wouldn't have gone on multiple dates? I hope he has a girlfriend actually, he deserves some soft love in his life.
when you had come home from work, you hadn’t expected that just a few minutes later, you’d be laid on the dining room table with your legs spread, arms around your thighs, as spencer went to town on your cunt. his tongue was lapping at every part of your pussy, making you whine and moan loudly.
spencer latched his lips around your clit, sucking on the nub. you moaned, gripping his curls. “o-oh my god,” you said, closing your eyes in pleasure. you tugged on his hair, causing spencer to let out a soft moan against your cunt. the noise sent vibrations through you, adding to your pleasure.
after a few minutes, spencer brought his fingers to your hole, inserting his middle finger gently. you whined loudly, “oh fuck!”. he began thrusting his finger slowly inside of you, gaining speed with ever few thrusts. his tongue never left your clit as he still played with the nub.
spencer eventually added a second finger, hooking both digits upward, hitting your g-spot. as he did so, you absolutely saw stars for a moment as you arched your back and tugged on his hair. you moaned loudly, the pleasure being absolutely wonderful. spencer continued these movements, thoroughly pleasuring you.
you could feel the heat in your abdomen, your orgasm approaching rapidly. with spencer sucking on your clit and his digits working your sweet spot at a rapid pace, you were bound to cum very soon. “so good,” you moaned, “so close!”
spencer simply hummed against your cunt, once more sending vibrations on your clit. and with a few more thrusts of his fingers and the continuous attack on your clit, you began cumming. your thighs began shaking as they clenched around spencer’s head. your back was arched against the wood of the dining room table. and your eyes were closed in absolute bliss. spencer ate you out through your orgasm, fingering you as well.
and when you finished, you relaxed against the table. spencer removed his fingers and detached his lips from your pussy. he smiled goofily at you as you breathed heavily. “you’re so beautiful,” he exclaimed, licking his lips.
you couldn’t help the smile on your lips as you looked at your lovely boyfriend. “is that why i was bombarded as soon as i got home?” you teased.
spencer nodded his head, grinning. “an orgasm a day can improve your mood, sleep, and strengthen your pelvic floor,” spencer exclaimed. “and you always taste so good. maybe i’ll do it again?”
you simply laughed, bringing your hand back to his hair and moving his head towards your cunt. “please do.”
