#in between x spencer reid

[reidmania]

in between | spencer reid

good riddance x spencer reid one shot masterlist.

part one, part two, part three

summary; after being together for two months, you and spencer had yet to go further than making out, until now.

warnings; 18+ mdni, soft dom spencer, no actual sex. fingering, slightly inexperienced reader, a tiny bit more experienced spencer, mentions of bad sexual relations in the past, references longer hair on reader

an; i suck at writing smut so i refuse to be held responsible for this cause ik i asked but u guys really gave me no choice ‘100% for yes part 3 should have smut’ MY ASS. y’all hate me and want me to die.

‘She toes the line between 'em, he says he's new at this, there's holy ground beneath them, and sparks fly when they kiss. He hates it when she's crying, he hates when she's away, even at their worst, they know they'll still be okay.’

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In the two months that you and Spencer had been together you had seen him four times. Which was a disgustingly low amount, you both hated it — That wasn’t a question, but with him working so much and you living in a different state, you both did your best.

You saw him on weekends when you could, when he wasn’t away on a case. Sometimes he would take a day trip to see you, just to get coffee or go to the library together. He never didn’t make an effort, anytime you two could see each other, you did.

Like now, Spencer knew it was almost silly to celebrate two months together in an extravagant way, but it gave him the perfect excuse to see you — Not that he needed one, but he wasn’t gonna waste it either way.

He had made it very clear to Hotch that if a case came up, or if anyone from the team called him — He wouldn’t be answering, after the two of you had been interrupted one time you came to stay at his place, he got a call about a case, by the time he got home you had already left due to the time of your flight.

He refused to have that happen again, not this time.

You had got to the airport maybe an hour ago, he was there to meet you just like every other time. Now, you were sitting on his sofa, legs crossed as you rested your head on his shoulder, some documentary playing on the tv. A lot of the time you spent together was like this — just enjoying one another’s presence while you had it.

Spencer arm was over your shoulder, his fingertips drawing soft shapes on your arms which left goosebumps in their trail, their movements never faltered.

“Hey” He said gently, as if not wanting to break the comfortable silence that surrounded the two of you. You turned your head, still rested on his shoulder but now looking up at him.

“Hello” You said back, the same soft tone, the corner of your lips tugged upwards into a smile. Your eyes held his gaze, your stomach full of something so familiar. Something you felt every time he was around you— Anytime you heard his voice. Comfort, warmth, safety. All of the same sort.

He smiled back, then as if he couldn’t help it his head lent down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead, only causing your smile to widen. He pulled away to reposition slightly so he could look at your face better. “I wanna take you out” He said gently.

You hummed, eyebrow raising a little in curiosity. It wasn’t that you and Spencer didn’t go on dates, you did. Bookstore, library, cafe, flower shop, bakery’s. All the soft romantic things you both adored to do together, although by the way he spoke you assumed he had something different in mind.

“Do you?” You teased lightly.

He nodded, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your lips before pulling back, your cheeks flushed at the motion. He did that a lot, the small soft kisses as if it was just habit. You adored those.

“I do. Tonight, is that okay with you?”

He asked, and you smiled.

A soft nod came, before you were speaking. “I didn’t- I don’t have anything nice to wear” You mumbled gently. You packed everything comfortable, you had nice things, but not like extremely nice, nothing fancy.

He shook his head gently, free arm that wasn’t wrapped around your shoulder coming up to brush gentle hairs away from your forehead. “Thats okay, We can get you something, or we can go in pyjamas, make a statement” He mumbled out, a playful smile on his lips as his forehead bumped yours gently.

You let out a soft laugh, nodding in agreement. The same playful smile on your lips mirroring his. Your forehead came to nudge his back. “Mm, don’t hate me” You hummed, smiling gently. His head tilted in curiosity of what you were going to say.

“I didn’t pack pyjamas.” You admitted, the last few times you had been here you ended up wearing one of Spencer’s shirts to bed anyways, so you ultimately decided this time there was no point even bringing your own.

He smiled, knowingly, understanding why you didn’t, but then he huffed out playfully, tsking gently as he shook his head. “You had one job, one. job.” He mumbled, faux disappointment lacing his tone only making your smile widen.

“Whoops?” You suggested, shrugging your shoulders.

He let out a snort at your half assed fake guilt, his hands came down to grip your waist, his fingers digging into the sides of your skin making you squeal gently and squirm under his touch. Your hands came down to grip his wrists, trying to tug them away from your side.

After a moment, he gave in, letting you push his hands away, to which you instead interlaced your fingers, holding them up in front of you. “I hate when you do that” You huffed out. You did partly, but not enough to actually be upset about it.

He raised his eyebrow, squeezing your hand gently. “Do you now?” He asked. You rolled your eyes, nodding. He knew it, you knew he did because you told him every-time he did it. For some reason he just enjoyed making you squirm, watching you get frustrated for a total of three seconds before it all turned playful again.

“You know I do” You muttered. You turned slightly so you were facing him, your gaze held his and any doubt you could possibly have washed away just by the look of love and admiration in his eyes.

“Okay, I wont do it again” He said softly, his hands pulled away from yours to instead gently cradle your jaw in his hands, leaning down to place another gentle kiss on your lips.

You knew he would do it again, and you were okay with that.

Spencer realised he had made a mistake. A big mistake.

Buying you a dress, wasn’t the mistake but thinking his thoughts would stay innocent when seeing you in it was. He had let you pick out whatever dress you wanted, insisting on paying for it, he let it remain a surprise. Keeping his gaze away as you used his card to pay for it until it was hidden away in a bag.

Now, seeing you standing in his bathroom, the dress on, your hair falling perfectly to frame your face and your smile. He was having a hard time focusing. He leant against the door frame as he watched you fix your hair.

He wondered if it was possible for you to be any more perfect.

Then you made eye contact with him in the mirror and raised your hand to wave gently, and he decided it was.

The entire night was perfect, any time with you was, but tonight it was exactly what he wanted it to be. The place the two of you went to was fancy but not extreme, the two of you ate and joked throughout the entire time and Spencer knew he was in love with you.

He had always known that, but the words begged to leave his lips more then ever when you were sitting in the passenger seat in his car, using a plastic water bottle as a microphone as you sung out the song playing on the radio as he drove the two of you back to his place.

At a red light, he turned to look at you. You were busy peeling off the wrapper around the water bottle to notice, a small thing that made his heart warm. His gaze dropped down to your thigh, one his hands moving to rest on top of it, then his eyes were stuck on the way it had ridden up your thigh as you were sitting and he felt like he couldn’t breathe.

His hand rested against your thigh innocently, although his thumb moved to tuck under the hem of your dress slightly, rubbing the skin there soothingly. Your eyes moved from the bottle to his hand, then to his face.

He had turned back to the road now, when the light had gone green, he could see you looking at him in his peripheral. He was trying to remain calm but he felt as if the car temperature increase massively in seconds.

“You��re pretty” You mumbled out and he knew he was done.

His gaze flicked from the road to your face. A smile on his lips as his heart hammered in his chest. He wondered if maybe he should pull over because he was struggling to pull his eyes away from your face.

“You’re pretty.” He said back, his gaze flicking back to the road as he turned down the street his house was on, thankful in a few seconds he would no longer have to worry about crashing the car because he was too focused on you.

You hummed, scrunching up your nose slightly at his compliment. He was pulling into his driveway and you were turning your body to face him in the passenger seat. “Im serious. You are really pretty.”

He smiled as he put the car in park, he undid his seatbelt before mirroring your actions turning to face you. “Im serious too. You are also really pretty.” He said in the same tone as you, before he was leaning in to press his lips against yours. His hand left your thigh to instead rest against your jaw, fingertips curling into your hair.

You hummed into the kiss, your hands coming to either side of his neck. Your heart burst at the feeling of his lips warm and gentle against yours the feeling of his cool hands pressing against your warm cheeks.

Your hand left his neck in order to undo your seatbelt, and reposition slightly so you could lean in closer while still not breaking the kiss. One of his hands trailed from your jaw to the back of your head, cradling it as his fingers tangled in your hair, encouraging you closer to him.

After a moment, his lips pulled away from yours but he stayed close, hands remaining in place and his forehead rested against yours as he spoke almost breathlessly, in a way that made your heart beat quicken. “We- We should go inside.” He said.

You nodded, “We should.” You said in the same breathless tone. He stayed in place for a moment just looking into your eyes before he nodded again, pulling back in order to open the car door.

Then he was out, walking around to open the door for you. You smiled as you took his hand, he closed the door once you were out and his hands then moved to your waist, staying close behind you as the two of you walked to the door.

He huffed out when he had to pull his hand away in order to pull his keys out of his pocket, his chest pressed against your back as he leant in to unlock the door after fumbling to find the right key for a moment. His hand moved to press against your stomach as he did so, holding you close against him.

When you were inside he loosened his grip slightly, walking to the kitchen he freed his pockets of his wallet and phone, and keys, he left them all on the kitchen counter before his eyes looked back at you.

You were wandering towards his bedroom, he smiled at the sight before he was following you. He walked fast in order to catch up, hands gripping your hips making you jump in shock, you turned your head to look at him.

“That was mean- Don’t do that” You huffed out, he grinned, his hand moving from your hip to the side of your cheek in order to turn your face more towards him, then he was kissing you again.

You allowed it for a moment, before your neck began to cramp at the uncomfortable positioning. You turned so you were facing him, chest pressed against his as your hands came to rest on either side of his jawline.

His hand pressed against the small of your back, holding you against him while his other hand, re-tangled in your hair. Then his feet were stumbling toward and yours back as he led you both blindly to his bedroom. His hand left your back to push the door open.

His tongue pressed against your bottom lip searching for entrance, your lips parted as his hands moved to press against the back of your thigh, your arms moved to wrap around your neck.

His lips left for a moment, but stayed close so you could feel them moving as he spoke quietly and breathlessly, “You’re so beautiful” He said as his fingers dug into the skin of your thighs, pulling you upwards so he was holding you, your legs wrapping around his torso.

You hummed and then leant back in to press your lips against his again, this time there was no build up, it was instantly more messy than it had been any other time, desperate, yet soft.

He walked to the bed, not breaking the kiss as his tongue mapped out your mouth, as if trying to memorise it. He got on his knees on the soft foam of the mattress, laying you down on your back, lips never leaving yours as his hands came to rest on either side of your head, cradling you in.

Normally, this is where the two of you would stop. Any other time he would roll off and make a comment or offer to put on a movie, read to you, make you coffee or something. Yet his lips stayed against yours as he remained on his knees in between your thighs that had remained parted once he laid you down.

His hands trailed down to your shoulder, his fingertips brushing against the strap of your dress softly so it draped down the curve of your shoulder. He pulled away, leaning back to look at your face.

His eyes trailed down every feature, the way your lips had gone slightly puffy and red from the kiss, the way your cheeks were flush, hair a mess, eyes lidded, it made his heartbeat increase.

“Is this okay?” He asked, voice quiet and husky in a way that made your stomach swell with nerves. His fingertips brushed over the empty space of your collarbone and shoulder where the strap had fallen from.

You nodded, looking up at him. He smiled gently and leant down to press a trail of gentle kiss down your jaw, then he moved down your neck, his hand moving to the other strap of your dress, pushing it down your shoulder.

“Spencer” You mumbled out, looking down at him as his kisses trailed down to your collarbone, hand coming to rest on either side of your waist. He looked up at you through his lashes and you swore your heart stopped.

He looked at you, his lips pressed against your skin, you felt his breath as he mumbled out a gentle ‘Mhm?’ In response.

You were at a loss for words honestly, eyebrows furrowed in deep focus, this was new, with Spencer it was new. You hadn’t had sex, you hadn’t gone past making out, you hadn’t even really talked about it.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, you did. You were just nervous.

He noticed your silence and pulled away to sit up, looking down at you. You instantly missed the feeling of his lips on your skin and the close proximity of his body against yours. His fingers ran gently down the side of your waist as his eyes stayed trained on your face, searching for what had you so choked up.

“We can stop.” He said gently, he wanted you to be comfortable and the last thing he would ever want you to do is feel pushed or pressured into doing something you didn’t want to do. You shook your head.

You didn’t want to stop, actually you really wanted to keep going.

“I still have my shoes on” You stated quietly. instead. He paused for a moment, before he let out a gentle laugh, nodding his head as he shuffled away in order to take off your shoes for you.

“You still have a lot on” He mumbled out under his breath but you caught it and it made your cheeks warm. You perched yourself up onto your elbow to watch him as he pulled your shoes off your feet, dropping them at the end of the bed before kicking off his own.

Then he was pulling his suit jacket off, and undoing the first few buttons of the white dress shirt he had been wearing before he was leaning back up to press another gentle kiss on your lips.

“You’re quiet” He said, taking note of it. You shrugged your shoulders. You were nervous, you had a lot going through your head and that mixed with his hands on your body and the sight of him made you rather nervous and a little light headed.

You looked up at him, “Is that bad?” You asked. It wasn’t that you hadn’t had sex before, you had, just not.. Good sex. It was with a guy you dated for a short while who had very little care for anything other than his own pleasure, and before that when you were freshly 18 and graduating.

Neither were very good.

He hummed, leaning up to brush hair away from your face. “You tell me, sweet girl. You okay?” He asked. He wanted you comfortable, feeling good, if you weren’t then there was no point in doing it.

You nodded again, “Im okay- Not a bad thing.” You said, leaning up to press your lips against his. He smiled into the kiss before pulling away. He moved down to rest on his heels between your thighs.

You watched him, “Can we take this off?” He asked as his finger tips hooked under the hem of your dress. You nodded again, he smiled and lowered himself a little to press a soft kiss against your stomach over the fabric of the dress before his hands bunched the ends of it to pull it up over your stomach, then you were tugging your arms out of the straps and sitting up as Spencer pulled it off over your head.

His eyes trailed over your body and you swore the house had gotten too warm. Your head was spinning as you watched his face, his eyes as they trailed over every aspect of you.

“You’re- My gosh. You’re beautiful, you are so beautiful” He mumbled, it seemed like it was more to himself than it was to you but it made you smile and feel a little less revealed.

“My socks are still on.” You said, uncomfortably away of everything touching you at the moment, the way the bedsheets felt under your back, the way your undergarments sat almost uncomfortably uncovered, the only thing seemly comfortable was Spencers hands.

He was the one to nod this time, he leant down to rest on his stomach in between your thighs, pressing gentle kiss to the plush skin of your thighs as his hands rested over them, rubbing softly over the skin. “I know” He mumbled out against the skin of your thigh.

You huffed, leaning back up on your elbows in order to look at him. “Isn’t it like a thing? That people don’t have socks on during sex” You mumbled the thing you had heard around, you couldn’t pin point where you had heard it from but you knew it was talked about.

He hummed, trailing soft kisses against your thigh, hands pushing them gently more apart. “Would you like me to take them off” He asked, voice muffled against your skin, you huffed.

“I don’t know. Why haven’t you?” You asked, wondering if there was a specific reason for him removing every other aspect of your clothing, besides your underwear, and just leaving your socks on.

He hooked his finger under the hemming of your underwear, his eyes flickering away as he looked up at you, eyes silently asking for consent to take them off. You nodded gently.

He placed another kiss to your thigh before he was pulling your underwear down. “Studies have shown that wearing socks during sex can help with better orgasms. Cause of your blood circulation” He mumbled out softly as he tapped your knee, you lifted your legs up so he could pull your underwear the rest of the way off before tossing them somewhere in the room, your legs returning spread around him.

“Really?” You asked gently, voice hitching as his hand came to rest against your inner thigh, pushing it open a little more to allow him better access. He hummed and nodded.

His fingers brushed gently over where you needed him the most, his focus completely on you and making you feel good as his fingers rubbed gently over the wet folds. He relished in the way you breath hitched.

“When your feet are cold, your body signals a fight or flight response, it sends the blood to your feet rather than anywhere else. When your body is warm-” His thumb moved to rub soft circles over your clit, his eyes flicking upwards to search for your search. A soft smile on his face when he watched your lips part and your eyes flutter shut.

“When your body is warm, you are instantly more relaxed and more comfortable, your feet are always gonna get cold first, so if they are warm, chances are the rest of your body will be warm as well. Then you get more blood flow where you need it, right here” He mumbled out, one finger presses gently and slowly into you making your eyes squeeze shut and your legs threaten to close.

He let out a soft laugh, pushing your thighs to remain open. “That feel good?” He asked, almost teasing you. You opened your eyes to glare at him, making him only laugh again.

“You don’t have your socks on.” You pointed out, breath shaky as you spoke, his finger moving slowly eyes focused on your face and every little reaction.

He nodded, “I don’t think I’m gonna have any issue.” He smiled. You let out a breathy laugh and smiled back before he pressed a second finger into you.

“Y-You think I will?” You asked, voice wavering as you tried to continue the conversation but honestly your mind was fading in and out of focus as you felt yourself clench around Spencer’s fingers.

He shook his head, leaning down to press a kiss against your thigh. “No, I am pretty confident” He mumbled out, a teasing smile on his lips as his fingers curled, a soft sound leaving your lips at the feeling. He only grinned wider. “But I don’t wanna take any chances. If it helps, then it helps, if it doesn’t then it doesn’t. Just want you to feel as good as possible.” He said gently, his fingers pumping up into you.

You hummed, moving off your elbow to rest on your back. Your eyes fluttered closed as a soft moan passed through your lips when you felt his fingers curl upwards against your g spot. He realised pretty quickly and continued his movements hitting that spot.

“Are you okay?” He checked in again, as his thumb came up to nudge your clit again, his fingers still curling against you. You hummed out in response as your back lifted slightly off the bed. He let out a soft laugh, pressing a gentle kiss to your stomach.

“I was thinking about getting a cat” You huffed out. You knew it was probably the worst time to bring it up but the way your body was tensing as the knot in your stomach tightened it made you feel like you needed to relax your mind a little, and there was no better way to do that then to talk as if Spencer’s weren’t curling inside you.

He snorted as he looked up at you. “Have you now?” He understood the need to deflect. He was smart enough to know when things got intense in your body, calming your mind was helpful.

You let out a soft ‘mhm’ Followed by a small sound. “I wanna name it teddy.” You huffed out, chest rising and falling heavily as the tension in your stomach built, you could feel it in your thighs.

He smiled, “I cannot believe you are talking to me about cats when I am fingering you.” He mumbled out, his tone teasing and playful as the speed of his fingers increased.

You cringed at his words, “Thats so graphic Spence. Don’t say it like that” You huffed, squirming slightly as the pressure rose between your legs, you clenched subconsciously around Spencer’s fingers. His thumb flicked your clit gently, a playful grin on his lips as he watched you gasp.

“Sorry. How else would you like me to describe whats happening here?” He mumbled gently as he leant down to kiss your inner thigh, the pace of his fingers increasing the tighter you clenched around him, he could tell you were getting closer and he was making it his prime goal to get you there while keeping your pretty mind relaxed, even if that meant talking about cats.

You hummed, a gentle moan rolling off your lips. “Just- Don’t” You huffed, as your back arched in order to press yourself further against him. His fingers curled as your thighs got tense and begged to close, he had to hold them open.

He smiled. His focus now on making you finish. His fingers curled over your g spot repeatedly while his thumb moved against your clit, in circular motions.

“Spence.” You mumbled his name breathlessly, almost like a warning and his understood instantly, he continued his movements before he heard you moan, and then you clenched around him and gushed over his fingers.

He continued his movements a little slowly throughout your orgasm, enough to keep you going without overwhelming or overstimulating you. He pressed an abundance of gentle kisses against your thigh as you tried to catch your breath.

After a moment, his fingers pulled out of you. He kissed up your stomach. “Are you okay?” He asked again. Eyes trailing over your face, cheeks red and eyes closed, soft harsh breaths left your parted lips. You looked beautiful and Spencer wanted to tell you that a million times and more.

“Yes.” You exhaled, peeling your eyes open to look at him, “Thank you.” You mumbled, leaning up. He smiled and met you half way in order to press a gentle kiss against your lips before pulling back.

“Im gonna go get a rag okay, clean you up.” He mumbled out gently into your ear. You nodded half processing his words, your mind a bit of a mess as your focus was purely set on calming yourself down.

When you felt him leave the bed, you looked at him. “Wait.” You mumbled out, lifting yourself to sit up a little. He turned to face you, eyes trailing over your face to search for any indication that maybe something was wrong.

“Whats up sweetheart?”

You huffed out, looking up at him. There was a sort of blissed out expression on your face. “I love you” You said. You didn’t give yourself a chance to overthink it. You loved him, whether he loved you back yet or not. You loved him and you wanted him to know.

His features softened, a soft smile on his lips as your words settled in. His heart hammered against his ribcage. Acutely aware of everything; yet only focused on you.

“I love you.” He replied in the same sort of tone, certain, no question about it.

You smiled, “Okay- You can go now” You mumbled, laying back in bed now allowing him to go get a cloth to clean you up, you knew you’d have to get up to pee in a minute, but you figured that could wait.

He snorted, “Thanks for your permission” He smiled, You nodded, closing your eyes as a gentle exhale left your mouth.

He loved you. You loved him, you never wanted that to change and you didn’t believe it ever could.

[jugheadthelesbian]

sometimes i read reid x reader and get so confused bc yall make him this like bad boy type mega hottie flirt and at that point, write morgan instead. reid is an autistic nerd(/pos). he has THREE doctorates, bro would not be the type to be all sexy professor in ur class like he would be like “um statistically student teacher relationships fail horribly 9 out of 10 times” the second u try to get with him. like BABE where is the spencer x reader where he’s ranting to reader about something and reader is attracted to that?? like why butcher his character, this genius who is very mentally ill and hilarious and a cutie pie, when his actual personality is so amazing??

anyways now i want to write some spencer reid stuff that would actually work with his canon character so send requests ☺️

[sailorholly]

Between Us Pt. 3

Summary: You and Spencer had a casual relationship. A misunderstanding ruins it all.

Pairing: Spencer Reid × F. BAU Reader

Warnings: Friends with benefits. Pregnancy.

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Part Two

The stomach bug you had caught was so strange. You would be perfectly fine, eating whatever you wanted for hours. Then a certain smell would hit you like a ton of bricks, sending you running to the nearest bathroom or trash can.

It had been two weeks and you were still puking your guts up randomly. You made an appointment with your doctor at the end of the week to make sure nothing was seriously wrong with you.

You and the team had to fly out to Colorado for a case. You were so exhausted, you could barely keep your eyes open on the trip there. Penelope texted you for the fiftieth time today checking on you. You insisted you were fine, you just couldn’t get rid of whatever illness you had.

Spencer and Ashley sat across from you, her hands playing with his unruly curls like you used to. When he looked at you, concern written all over his face after you puked in the bathroom, she grabbed his face, pressing a kiss to his lips. That act alone made your stomach turn. Thankfully, Hotch cleared his throat, shooting them a warning glance.

When you finally landed, you were alone with Spencer. Hotch paired you up often because you worked well together. “Are you okay? I’ve been worried about you. You vomited six times yesterday. You’re having trouble holding down anything but crackers and ginger ale. You took a nap on the way here. You’ve never done that.”

“I’m fine, Spencer. Don’t worry about me. You should be worrying about your little girlfriend getting you in trouble for PDA.” He scrunches up his nose. “Are you jealous?” You laugh at that. “No, I’m not. I feel like death, and I don’t want to argue with you. I just don’t want to see you sucking face right in front of me when I’m nauseous anyways. I want to solve this case so I can go home and lay down.” He tried not to bother you with frivolous questions the rest of the day.

The next morning, you felt great. Your skin was glowing, you took time to style your hair and do your makeup. When you walked in the local police station to start work, everyone complimented you. Everyone except for Ashley, who rolled her eyes and seemed annoyed that you didn’t have your hair in a rat’s nest pooled on top of your head with dark circles under your eyes.

You ate all three meals with the team without needing to vomit. You couldn’t believe it was finally over. You decided to call your doctor first thing in the morning to cancel your appointment.

Your joy was short lived, when the next morning you felt awful again. Luckily, you hadn’t called your doctor yet. The day went by quickly. Rossi came up with the information you needed to find the unsub. You slept the whole way home.

You check into the doctor’s office filling out form after form. When the nurse calls you back, she gives you a cup and sends you into the bathroom. You wait in the small room for the doctor. Your heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest while you wait for her to come in.

When she finally arrives, she checks your vitals, writing them down on your chart. “How long do I have?” You ask, only kind of joking. She smiles, placing her stethoscope around her neck. “You’re not dying. You’re pregnant! Congratulations! According to the information you gave us, it looks like you’re about six weeks. We will schedule an ultra sound for another time to give you a more accurate prediction.”

You start to tune her out as she continues speaking. Pregnant? How could this happen? You and Spencer were always so careful except… Your mind flashes with memories of that night. How his feverish hands were all over you. How he couldn’t wait to have you so he took you against the wall. How beautiful he thought you looked with his cum dripping out of you. Now those actions had consequences. How were you going to tell him?

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[fandom-imagines-stories]

Engagement Party

Season Three Episode Four

Dr. Spencer Reid x Reader (Aaron Hotchner’s Sister)

Words: 2526

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Summary: After harrowing events have left everyone drained, the team takes the time to celebrate their favorite engaged couple. 

Notes: This is my apology for next week. 

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It was supposed to be a surprise but thanks to Aaron’s warning and Penelope’s less-than-subtle hints about the night’s ‘dinner party,’ you knew at least somewhat what you were getting yourselves into. 

“Are you ready?” You asked, helping Spencer out of the car. 

He winced. “Do we have to?” Parties weren’t exactly his thing- especially if he was at the center of it. 

“You know Penelope would kill us if we bailed. She’s worked so hard on all of this. She even convinced Dave to let us use his house.” You kissed his cheek. “Besides, it’ll be fun.” 

Spencer counted the cars in the driveway. Everyone was here. They must all be waiting inside. 

You spotted Aaron’s car and swallowed. 

You hadn’t spoken to your brother since you found out he stepped down as Unit Chief. When you talked to Derek- his choice for command- you could tell that he was worried. Aaron was getting reckless, he was getting desperate. It scared you. 

But tonight wasn’t about that. 

Tonight was about you and Spencer and celebrating with the people you loved. 

“You okay?” Spence asked, grabbing your hand through the gap in his crutches. 

You gave him a small smile. “Yeah. Let’s go before the pasta gets cold, huh?” 

Rossi was at the door before you even got a chance to knock. “I was wondering when you two would finally show up. Garcia is driving me crazy.” 

He smiled and ushered you inside. 

You and Spencer exchanged a look and you gave his hand another squeeze. 

“So what’s the occasion for the, um, dinner party,” Reid asked, straining the last two words.

“I’ll let them tell you.” Rossi turned on the lights in the kitchen. 

“Surprise!” A chorus of cheers erupted at you as the whole team jumped out from behind the counter. 

You both put on your best 'shocked' faces.

“Oh my god you guys,” you beamed. “This is amazing.”

“And totally unexpected,” Spence said in a less than convincing tone. 

You nudged his side. 

Penelope hurried around the counter and pulled the two of you into a hug. 

“I am so so happy for you two,” she gushed. “We all wanted to do something since you didn’t really get to celebrate before.” 

“Getting attacked by a serial killer tends to dampen the spirit,” you muttered. 

Spence glanced at you. 

You did that sometimes. Hid things behind the idea of insignificance or humor to make it feel less real. He let go of your hand and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, kissing your forehead. 

“What are we waiting for, let’s get this party started!” You cheered, stepping out of your fiance’s concerned, caring hold. 

Emily poured the sparkling cider while Derek dished up the salad for you. 

“Breaking my heart, Professor Hot Stuff,” he teased. 

“Oh, Agent Morgan,” you laid a hand on his cheek. “It never would have worked out between us.” 

Derek chuckled and pulled you into a hug, kissing your cheek. “Congratulations, Y/N.” 

You finished piling dinner onto your plate and sat at the table next to JJ and Will. 

Spencer watched you from across the dining room. He couldn’t help but admire your smile, your laugh as you joked with the blonde agent, the way your hair reflected the lights of the chandelier. 

Your smile was genuine, your laugh full. 

Even in the darkness of everything, you managed to be a light. His light. 

“She’s really something, huh?” Rossi said, handing Reid a glass of cider. 

“Yeah.” Reid smiled. “She’s everything.” 

Rossi chuckled and pat the younger agent on the back. “Ah, young love.” He gave him a teasing wink. “Makes me nauseous. Let’s join the others.” 

Spencer laughed and followed him out to the table where he sat between Morgan and Hotch, across from where you were telling JJ about how he’d tried to bring you breakfast one morning, but because of his crutches he ended up dropping the tray on you while you were sleeping.

“It’s the thought that counts, right?” You snickered. 

“Sure, make fun of the crippled guy. It’s not like he was injured in the line of duty or anything,” Spence fired back, lightly kicking you with his good leg under the table. 

“I know that Dr. Barton is certainly thankful it was your leg and not his head,” JJ said, taking a drink of her water. 

“I’d be thankful if you didn’t almost die every few months,” you muttered, smirking. 

Spencer’s eyes widened. “Coming from you?”

You both laughed, joined by the others at the table. It was a kind of humor that only they could appreciate. They knew how important it was to make light of your lives every once in a while- even if it meant making light of the moments your lives almost ended. 

The only one who didn’t laugh was Aaron. He smiled a little, but you see the tension in his shoulders and in the way he held his fork. 

He was thinking about Foyet. About you lying on the floor next to him, bleeding out. 

So you raised your glass in his direction. 

“To beating the odds and to surviving when we probably shouldn’t have,” you said. He lifted his eyes to yours and you gave him a reassuring nod. “And to the people who help us through it afterward.” 

“Here here,” Emily cheered. 

Everyone raised their glasses, Aaron being the last. 

Your brother watched you for a moment and something passed between you. An odd mix of hope and fear that only something like this- after what you’d been through- could bring about. He was thrilled you were happy and he didn’t want anything to hurt you ever again. 

You mouthed that three-word phrase and clinked your glass against his. 

“I love you too,” Aaron whispered. 

Dinner passed in casual conversation, laughter, and many teasing remarks from Derek and Penelope. You helped JJ clear the plates and noticed that people had started whispering. 

Every time you tried to catch Penelope and Emily in their secret conversation, they just smiled and waved innocently at you. 

You gave them a glare and a hand motion that said ‘I’m watching you.’ 

They batted their lashes like they had no idea what you meant.

You just smiled and shook your head. 

“Is there something about tonight that I don’t know about?” You asked JJ once you were both taking dishes to the kitchen. 

She simply shrugged. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She checked her watch. “But if you could go sit with your fiance right now, that would be great.” 

“You know surprises aren’t either of our thing, right?”

“I told you.” JJ winked. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She shooed you away and you found that Derek had moved, leaving the seat next to Spencer empty. 

You leaned down and kissed his cheek. “They’re planning something else.”

“Yeah.” He turned to you and spoke through a smile. “I got that when we walked in the door.” 

“I’m starting to rethink your idea of running.” 

He laughed and took your hand. “It’s too late now. We just have to endure it.” 

Right as he said it, a song began over the speakers. 

“Now I… had… the time of my life.”

“Oh my god,” you gasped, putting a hand over your mouth to contain your laughter. 

“What?” Spencer looked around, confused. “I don’t get it. What’s the song?”

Your mouth fell open. “You’ve never seen Dirty Dancing?”

He gave you his usual thin-lipped smile and shook his head. 

“I know what we’re doing on our honeymoon.” 

“I don’t think movies are the traditional route.” Spence leaned over and kissed you, taking you by surprise. He wasn’t usually one for public displays of affection, but the way he smiled when he pulled back gave you butterflies. 

Emily, JJ, and Penelope all came out of the kitchen at the chorus, belting at the top of their lungs. 

“Because I had the time of my life!” They all sang, working together to carry the biggest cookie you’d ever seen in your life. It was chocolate chip, with frosting written across the top. 

Congrats Y/N and Spencer! 

Beneath the lettering, two ring pops were stuck into the cookie, blue and red. 

“What is this?” Spencer laughed. 

Morgan came up behind him to russell his hair. “Congratulations, Lover-Boy.” 

By the next chorus, everyone was singing-even Aaron, with a grin that was becoming rarer and rarer anymore. 

“Come on.” You grabbed Spencer’s hand and pulled him out of the chair, letting him put his weight on you instead of his bad leg. You waved to everyone else. “If we’re doing this, so are all of you.” 

You led Spencer and the rest of the group to the back patio where you could still hear the music, and you started to dance. 

For Spence, of course, it was more swaying than anything else, but you spun and dipped and circled around him, making him grin wider than you thought was possible. 

He spun you into his arms and held you there, moving with the music as it changed into something slower. 

“I love you,” he whispered. 

“I love you too.” 

You kissed him, not caring that everyone was still dancing around you- even when you heard Derek’s slow whistle. You just flipped him off over Spence’s shoulder and smiled against your fiance’s lips. 

Eventually, the music died down and you stood in the middle of the patio, forehead pressed against Spencer’s, looking into each other’s eyes. As the beat vanished, it was replaced by the tapping of a glass. 

Penelope stood with a tray full of more sparkling cider, tapping one of the flutes with a knife. 

“If the two of you thought you were getting out of this without speeches, you are very mistaken,” she grinned.

“Penelope, that’s what vows are for,” you laughed. 

“Yes, well, we can work on those later.” She handed out the flutes, ending with the two of you. “Now profess your love, my loves.” 

Everyone stood around you, smiling and waiting. 

“Okay, I guess we’re doing this.” You kept an arm around Spencer to support him without his crutches, your fingers gripping his shirt to support your nerves. “Clearly, I didn’t have anything prepared, so thank you, Penelope.” 

“Yes, thanks Garcia,” Spencer laughed. 

“You’re so very welcome.” She waved a hand for you to continue. 

A round of snickers circled around and you took a deep breath. 

“I guess,” you took a step back so you could hold up your glass to the man beside you, “A toast to Dr. Spencer Reid. Someone who has not only become the person I want to be with for forever, but who has anchored me through the stormiest seas. He is a light in the darkness, a voice in the terrifying quiet.” You found yourself blinking back tears, struggling to get your words out. “Spencer, there aren’t the words to describe exactly what you’ve done for me or even begin to express how I feel, so I’ll start with these: I love you, Dr. Spencer Reid and thank you for showing me what it’s like to be loved the way you love me.” 

Even Dave was dabbing his eyes when you were finished, everyone listening intently and contently. 

Spencer kissed you without hesitating, his emotions taking over. 

You pulled back, smirking. “If I have to, you have to.” 

“I know, I know.” He kissed you again quickly. He paused. He took a drink. He cleared his throat. 

“Come on, Boy Genius. It takes way more than this to shut you up,” Morgan teased. 

Emily elbowed him. 

Spencer inhaled sharply, looking down at the ground to not psych himself out. 

“I used to think that love- attraction, romance, intimacy- were all chemicals in our brains in order to ensure procreation. I know now that that can’t possibly be true.” He swallowed and looked back at you. “Because you have taken so much more than my mind. Everything I am is yours.” Spencer held you a little closer. “We all know how short life is. How uncertain everything can be.” He held up his glass. “So, to Dr. Y/F/N Y/L/N.  I don’t want to spend another minute not spending my life with you.” 

You came together for another passionate kiss and everyone cheered. 

The music started up again. 

It took a few moments of celebrating for Spencer to realize you weren’t next to him anymore. 

With everyone dancing and celebrating, he slipped off to find you, feeling Hotch’s eyes on him as he left. 

You were sitting on the front steps, tears streaming down your cheeks, your hand searching for the necklace that wasn’t there. 

“That’s definitely not the reaction I was hoping for,” Spence said, sitting down beside you. He took your hand. “What is it?” 

“It’s like you said. Life is so uncertain. You almost died of anthrax. I almost died on my birthday- twice. I mean, Hayley isn’t here because she had to be put in protective custody from the man who almost killed me and my brother. The man who took the gift you gave me for my graduation.” You laid your hand flat on your collarbone. 

Spencer frowned. “You didn’t tell me that.” 

“It’s what he took. The souvenir he’ll put on his next victim.” You leaned forward, arms on your knees. “I know it’s such a stupid thing to be upset about, but I loved that necklace, and now…” You trailed off, shoulders slumped. You gave him a small smile. “Sorry.”

Spencer laid a hand on your cheek. “Don’t be.” 

You pressed your lips to his palm. “I promise, it’s been a great night. I guess it just hits me sometimes.” 

He tucked a hair behind your ear and shifted so he was standing again. 

“I hope it’s not too much for one more thing.” 

You tilted your head. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Well, as Garcia pointed out, last time, things didn’t end up going the way we thought they would. And I know our lives are far from normal.” Spencer put a shaky hand in his pocket.

Why was he so nervous? 

It wasn’t like you hadn’t already said yes. 

“But I thought I’d try at least one thing that was traditional.” 

Spencer got down on his good knee, holding on to the rail with one hand, and pulling a small box out of his pocket with the other. 

You gasped as he opened the box, revealing the most beautiful ring you’d ever seen. Vintage with a diamond surrounded by sapphire.

“Spence-”

“Do you like it? I found it at an antique store and it made me think of you and-”

You interrupted him by nearly tackling him, pressing your lips to his. 

“They’re over here!” Emily’s voice called. She grinned down at you. “Oh god, am I interrupting something?” 

The rest of the group all rushed around the corner to join her. 

You both glanced around at the people who meant more than any toast could describe. Your eyes met your brother’s. 

And he smiled.

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[preciouslandmermaid]

spencer/reader + southern gothic aesthetic "I'm just a child, but I'm not above violence My mama raised me better than that..."

the mosquitoes and frogs sing their discordant symphony above the rustling oak leaves and Spanish moss that drape over branches like abandoned wedding veils. you push your toes on the damp floorboards and the rocking chair tilts backward, and your stomach lurches as you sway forward. the old book on your lap with yellowed pages and a musty scent lays open like a vivisected hare. a gnat lands on the corner of the page and you try to flick it away. you accidentally killed it and your brows furrow softly. the hinges on the screen door squeak and you break your monotonous rhythm, the rocking chair sway cut short. "garcia says we're lucky we have cell service," spencer says, with his hands in his pockets, before his eyes flick to your lap, "what're you reading?" "mm." you nod. "nice of the chief to let us use his house." you close the book and self-consciously wipe the title with your hand (the one that killed the gnat). "did you know that franz kafka didn't want bugs on the cover of his book?" "you're reading 'the metamorphosis'," he guesses. "it's a comfort read," you say, shrugging, your toes pushing the floorboards again. spencer slowly sits in the rocking chair beside you and you silently return to the symphonies of the moist, summer night. at least - you do until spencer starts talking about his interpretation of the novel and you listen, your eyes focused on the harsh, slice of darkness where the porch light doesn't reach.

[foxfabledwrites]

The Space Between Hearts

Summary: After a life-changing medical procedure, FBI agent Spencer Reid finds an unexpected connection with his doctor, Aubrey Hurst. As their lives continue to intersect, they both discover that healing and comfort can come from the most unlikely of places.

Tropes: Intellectual Equals, Found Family, Threads of Gold.

Warnings: Migraines, Medical Talk.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x OC (Aubrey Hurst)

A/N: This is Just the Plot Bunnies I Couldn’t Shake. Please Don’t Expect Any Kind of Medical Accuracy. This is inspired by House MD & a Film Called Fathers & Daughter (Loosely).

Story

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Drabbles

I Don’t Think I Could Love You More

[fuckingstrange]

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| Day11: Irritable |

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WARNINGS: Reader got irritated, understanding Reid, Gut-wrenching comfort (I NEED HIM TO HOLD ME)

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WORDS: 1,031

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PAIRING: Spencer Reid x gn!reader

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Can somebody tell me if reader got overwhelmed or overstimulated?? Idk bc I get like this and just get called dramatic😭🙏

Also, Reid in the GIF.. I'd let him eat me up.

You sit at your desk, your head in your hands and your heart beating so loudly it's practically the only thing you can hear. Well, you wish it was the only thing you could hear. But you can hear each too loud breath Rossi takes with his smoker lungs, each tap of JJ’s pen against whatever mug she's drinking out of, each time Morgan sneezes it's like you can hear the snot fluttering in the humid room.

You're sweating, whether that's out of rage or because you swear it's a thousand degrees, each bead of sweat that rolls down your forehead makes you want to scream and cry.

You have to keep repeating to yourself, “I'm okay, I'm not mad, I'm okay, no anger here”. But when Spencer suddenly shows up behind you with a hand on your shoulder, you snap. Before he can even ask or speak, you stand up and whip around to face him, yelling out an accidentally loud “Fuck off!”.

Every small irritating noise seems to go quiet now. You can't even hear the wheezy breath of Rossi and his smoker lungs. All eyes are on you, making you feel smothered.

“..Hey, What's go-?” Spencer tries to ask gently, but you cut him off with a snarky “Didn't you fucking hear me? Fuck off! Please!?”. It feels quieter than before, somebody, probably JJ, drops a pen. The sound echoes and you can't stand it.

You grab your car keys and you bolt, running off to the elevator to escape everybody as tears well up in your eyes.

In the bullpen, after you leave, everybody is still silent. Spencer remains right where he was, simply staring at your desk. “..what was their issue?” Morgan asks, somehow unaware of the tension in the room. Everybody shoots him a look that tells him to shut the fuck up.

Spencer silently walks over to his desk and gathers his stuff, putting on his coat and slinging his messenger bag over his shoulders. He goes over to your desk and packs up your stuff, grabbing your coat, wallet, and phone since you left the items in your desperate escape.

“Tell Hotch that I went out to go take care of them.” He says before exiting the bullpen, going over to the elevator and getting in.

He rides down and exits through the lobby, going out into the snowy parking lot. He looks around to see the car in fact gone, then simply starts his walk back to his apartment since he knows that's probably where you went with the car.

He walks about fifteen minutes in the snow until he gets home, going up the steps and quietly entering the apartment. He can hear your cries sounding through the house and it breaks his heart. He slips off his coat and shoes, setting your stuff on the coffee table and his bag next to it.

Spencer goes down the hall, stopping outside of the bedroom. He hesitantly knocks, whispering a soft “Can I come in?”. He waits until he hears the click of the door unlocking before he slowly pushes open the door.

His gaze softens at the sight of you, curled up in the corner, eyes red and puffy with tears still falling from them. He slowly walks over to you and kneels down in front of you, putting his hands on your knees. He guides you to uncurl from yourself, opening your legs so that he can lay down and put his head in your lap, his arms loosely wrapping around your body.

The weight of his head in your lap is familiar, considering he always does this to calm you down. You let your hand drop to his head, gently beginning to play with his hair as you start to work on calming down.

He waits until he hears your cries turn into sniffles to adjust the position of his head so he can look up at you. He taps your lower back, silently asking you to meet his gaze. Once you do, he speaks slowly. “..Everything got to be too much, huh?”. You nod your head in response, moving one hand to wipe your tears away while the other remains on the back of his head, your fingers still tangled in his hair.

He moves one of his hands to yours, pulling it down so he can kiss your knuckles. “..I'm sorry I yelled at you. I-I didn't.. I didn't mean to.” You apologize, your voice raspy and hoarse from crying. He gently shushes you, kissing your knuckles again. “It's okay. I'm not mad. You were just.. irritated. overwhelmed.” He assures you.

Spencer slides up onto his knees, the bottom of your thighs hovering over the top of his, your knees on each side of his chest. The way he looks at you so gently makes you feel even worse for being so rude to him earlier, you sink down further into the corner in a weak attempt to hide away. He reaches forward, his hands slipping under your arms and pulling you to sit up again. “You don't have to hide, I already told you.. I'm not mad, baby.” He whispers. He leans forward and presses a kiss to the tip of your nose, his hands sliding up to rest on your cheeks.

You melt into his touch, any lingering feeling of pent up anger feeling like it slips away as he begins rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs, wiping away the evidence of your tears. You try to apologize again, but he silences you with a kiss, mumbling against your lips “We all get mad. It's okay. I understand.”.

Spencer's lips remain against yours for a few more seconds before he slowly pulls back, looking down at you, his soft gaze never leaving. He leans forward again, pressing one last kiss to your forehead before shifting back on his feet and standing up. He offers a hand, to which you take, and pulls you to stand as well.

He smiles at you, his fingers intertwining with yours. “Do you wanna go watch TV?” He offers, and you can't help but smile back. “Sure.” You accept happily.

[bondwithme-murderstyle]

editing a smut chapter and oh my god i had no idea i had my OC begging that much but honestly same

[foxfables]

The Space Between Heart

A/N: This is Just the Plot Bunnies I Couldn’t Shake. Please Don’t Expect Any Kind of Medical Accuracy. This is inspired by House MD & a Film Called Fathers & Daughter (Loosely).

The Space Between Us.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Aubrey Hurst.

Warnings: Talk of Death

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.

The bell above the door chimed softly, the sound barely cutting through the low hum of conversation and the sizzle of a griddle from the back. As Spencer stepped into the diner, the scent of warm coffee and freshly cooked breakfast food enveloped him. The place had a retro charm, with faded red vinyl booths, checkered floors, and chrome accents that gleamed under the soft yellow light. A jukebox sat in the corner, quietly playing old tunes, adding to the atmosphere of comfort and nostalgia.

Spencer’s eyes scanned the room, passing over a few regulars perched at the counter, their attention focused on their newspapers and mugs of coffee. His gaze eventually settled on Aubrey, sitting alone in a booth by the large front window. The early morning sunlight streamed in, casting a golden glow over her. She sat with her back against the booth, her posture relaxed but alert. A steaming cup of coffee rested between her hands, her fingers tracing the rim absentmindedly as she stared out the window, lost in thought.

The moment her eyes caught his, her face lit up with a warm, welcoming smile. She waved him over, her eyes brightening with recognition. There was something softer about her today, less guarded than before. Spencer hesitated for a second, struck by the calm aura she radiated in the otherwise bustling diner.

As he walked over, his footsteps muffled by the checkered tile floor, Aubrey’s smile grew a little wider. She seemed genuinely pleased to see him. Spencer felt a sense of ease wash over him, the usual tension in his shoulders loosening just a bit. He slid into the booth across from her, the vinyl squeaking under him as he settled in.

The moment he sat down, Aubrey tilted her head slightly, her gaze meeting his in a way that made the rest of the diner fade into the background. It was just the two of them now, as though the world had momentarily narrowed to the small booth they occupied.

“Glad you made it,” Aubrey said softly, her voice carrying the warmth of her smile. Spencer couldn’t help but return the gesture.

The waitress approached them, her presence quiet and efficient. Spencer ordered a black coffee, the routine comfort of it grounding him in the moment. As the waitress left, the ambient sounds of the diner swirled around them—murmured conversations, the clatter of dishes being cleared, and the steady whir of the coffee machine.

Yet, despite the noise, there was a stillness between Spencer and Aubrey, as though something unsaid lingered in the air. Aubrey seemed more at ease than the last time they had met, but the gravity of her expression told Spencer that something important was still weighing on her mind, waiting for the right moment to be spoken.

Aubrey smiled apologetically, her fingers tracing the rim of her coffee cup. “I’m sorry for being so dramatic about the tie,” she said, a soft laugh escaping her. “I didn’t realize in the moment how mysterious I was being.”

Spencer watched Aubrey as she fidgeted slightly, her fingers tracing the edge of her coffee cup. Her initial smile had faded into something more contemplative. He could tell she was about to open up, and he leaned in a little closer, ready to listen.

“It’s okay,” Spencer said softly, trying to ease her into what she wanted to share.

Aubrey glanced up at him briefly, then her eyes settled on the tie between them. “I promised you a story about this tie,” she began, her voice dropping to a quieter, more vulnerable tone.

“When I was 16,” she started, “I went to this pond with some friends. It was summer, and I had just graduated from college.” Aubrey let out a soft, almost bittersweet laugh. “I kind of hated being a child in college, honestly."

Spencer nodded. he said quietly. “I was in a similar situation.”

She offered him a small, knowing smile, before continuing. “Anyway, I went swimming in this pond, and I caught an infection from the water. I didn’t think much of it at first, but it triggered a genetic heart condition I didn’t know I had.”

Spencer’s brow furrowed.

“How did they figure it out?”

Aubrey sighed. “That’s the thing. I was in the hospital for weeks, feeling worse and worse. I was reading every medical textbook and article I could get my hands on. I was convinced I had this heart condition—everything lined up—but no one would listen to me. Teenage girls diagnosing themselves with rare conditions? Yeah, doctors weren’t exactly rushing to hear what I had to say.”

Spencer winced in sympathy.

“They dismissed you.”

“Exactly,” Aubrey said, her voice tinged with frustration. “By the time they realized I was right, it was too late. My heart… it was done. They told me I needed a transplant, and for six days and eight hours, I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to make it to my 18th birthday.”

Spencer’s heart tightened as he listened. He couldn’t imagine what it must have been like for her, a teenager facing something so catastrophic. “That must have been terrifying,” he said gently.

Aubrey nodded, her gaze distant as she recalled the memories. “I was so angry,” she admitted. “Angry at the doctors, angry at the world, and even at myself. I was so young, but I felt like everything had been taken away from me.”

Spencer remained silent, letting her speak, but his mind whirred with empathy for her situation.

“Then, obviously, I got a new heart,” Aubrey continued, offering a small smile, though her eyes still held the weight of the experience. “The transplant saved my life. But what was strange was what happened afterward.”

Spencer’s curiosity piqued. “What do you mean?”

“A couple of days after the surgery,” Aubrey said, her voice softening, “I woke up, and there was this man sitting in my hospital room. I didn’t recognize him, and he didn’t stay long. He just told me, ‘Be brave,’ and then disappeared. I thought maybe I was dreaming at first.”

Spencer tilted his head slightly, intrigued. “Who was he? Did you ever find out?”

Aubrey smiled faintly. “Not right away. It wasn’t until a few years later, in med school. There was this used bookstore I loved to visit when I needed a break from studying. One day, I found this book—Fading Into Tomorrow—and there he was. James Herron. The same man who told me to be brave.”

Spencer’s eyes widened. “James Herron? The author?”

Aubrey nodded. “Yes. I was so surprised. I sent him an email, not really expecting a response, but I just had to know. And it turns out… I have his sister’s heart.”

Spencer sat back for a moment, absorbing the significance of what she had just told him. “That’s incredible,” he said softly, his mind racing as he tried to connect the dots.

Before Aubrey could continue, the waitress appeared at their table, breaking the intensity of the moment. She smiled warmly, holding a pot of coffee. “Everything okay here? Can I top you off?”

Aubrey glanced at her nearly empty cup and nodded. “Yes, please.”

Spencer waved off the offer, his coffee untouched as his mind remained focused on Aubrey’s story. The waitress refilled Aubrey’s cup, then quietly slipped away, sensing the gravity of their conversation.

Once the waitress was gone, Spencer leaned in again. “What happened after that?” he asked gently. “With James, I mean.”

Aubrey smiled, though there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. “We become friends, it strange really like he was a mentor of sorts he taught a lot about life. He taught me how to be brave—not fearless, not reckless, just brave enough to face what came next.”

Spencer nodded, understanding how that experience had shaped her. He could see now how she hadn’t dismissed his intuition about his migraines, how her own experience of not being listened to had influenced her as a doctor. She had learned to trust in the power of someone’s intuition because she knew firsthand what it was like to have her own dismissed.

“And the tie?” Spencer asked, his gaze dropping to the fabric again.

Aubrey’s smile grew softer. “Two weeks ago, James passed away. I went to his funeral, and afterward, his wife gave me this tie. It was one of his favorites. He wore it all the time—something of a symbol of resilience to him. His publisher kept wanting him to wear a plain blue. But he preferred something more colourful.”

She paused, her eyes meeting Spencer’s. “I wasn’t even supposed to be at the hospital the day we met. But I had to sign something for one of my patients. And then there you were, sitting in that room.”

You’re Olive,” Spencer said softly, noting the similarities between Aubrey and the character from his favorite book, The Space Between Hearts.

Aubrey smiled, a playful spark in her eyes. “Well, there are some differences, so don’t hold it against me.”

“When you told me that The Space Between Hearts was your favourite book, and I saw how worn your copy was… I just knew I had to give you this tie. I don’t know why, but it felt like the right”

He finally looked back up at Aubrey, his voice quiet but filled with gratitude. “Thank you,” he said softly. “For trusting me with this.”

Aubrey smiled, her eyes warm. “You’re welcome, Spencer. I think James would’ve wanted you to have it.”

As they continued to talk, Spencer couldn’t help but marvel at the strange, invisible threads that had brought them together. Aubrey’s story had not only deepened his understanding of her but also of the resilience it takes to survive—and thrive—through life’s most challenging moments.

[cumulo-stratus]

guys in s3 ep16- I would be jsut as angry as Spencer and I think that the rest of the team was wrong for disagreeing with him

like Reid's anger is very understandable, I mean ya like he shouldn'tve been rude but also they needed to hear it

[gold-onthe-inside]

imagine if spencer reid’s secret special assignment in cm evolution was just the 2022 version of the x-files

[reidmania]

should i write some gut wrenching spencer reid angst based off let it happen by gracie abrams or write part 3 of in between

(i will probably avoid both tbh bc i like the idea of writing but its a painful procedure)

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After all these cowboy!reid posts showing up I'm inspired to make my OC jokingly call him Buttercup but eventually, it sticks and becomes her favorite way to refer to him lmao

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Between Us Pt. 2

Summary: You and Spencer had a casual relationship. A misunderstanding ruins it all.

Pairing: Spencer Reid × F. BAU Reader

Warnings: Friends with benefits. Angst.

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Part One

Tonight was the night you were going to confess your feelings to Spencer. You couldn’t keep it to yourself anymore, it was too painful. You were worried you would lose him when you told him, but you thought there was a good chance he felt the same.

You spent all afternoon cooking his favorite foods, planning for a night of cuddling and love making after you got the confession out of the way. When you were finished getting dressed, Spencer knocked on your door.

You invited him in, taking your seats at the table. You ate in silence, your nerves making your stomach hurt. “I have to tell you-“ “We should talk.” You spoke over each other. You smile, giggling with excitement. Spencer wanted to talk too. This is going so well.

“You go first.” You prompt him, smiling wide at him. “These past six months have been so fun. But I think our time together should come to an end.” You try to swallow the lump in your throat, willing yourself not to cry.

“I want to keep it professional at work. We can still be friends, we will just take the sex out of it.” He explains, studying your face. All you can do is nod as he rattles on about how the statistics of such a relationship show that the longer you did it, the harder it would be to end it.

You used to love hearing him spout a million facts about whatever topic he was talking about. But not tonight. “So what did you want to tell me?” He asks, serving himself more food. “Um, I was just going to tell you that book I ordered you came this morning. I thought you would be excited.” You rise from the table, retrieving the thick book from the counter and bringing it to Spencer.

“Thanks.” His smile breaks your heart. You can feel that your attempts to keep the tears at bay are failing. “Why don’t you take the food with you? I’m suddenly not feeling well.” You tell him, as you turn your back to get the lids for the bowls. You hand them to him, turning your back as the tears start to fall. “I’m going to lay down. Lock the door behind you.”

If he thought your sudden illness had anything to do with him, he didn’t act like it. Spencer was right about nothing changing. He was the exact same as he had always been with you, just without the sex.

Spencer was heartbroken. He didn’t want to end his sexual relationship with you. But he couldn’t put himself through the pain anymore. He spent all of his spare time with you. He couldn’t keep you off his mind. Things had changed a few months ago. He had bent the rules he set in place so he wouldn’t fall for you.

You had started spending the night and cuddling. Spencer had fallen fast and hard. But he couldn’t go through every day knowing you didn’t feel the same. So he had to end it, as painful as it was for him. It was no secret that you had been hooking up. But he didn’t want to talk about it with anyone.

Until two weeks after he called it off, he was so upset, he broke down and talked to Derek. He wanted to know all the details, but Spencer only told him the important information. “I have an easy fix for you, pretty boy.” Morgan smirked at him. Spencer leaned in, excited there was a solution.

“You know what they say, if you want to get over someone, get under someone else. You just have to sleep with someone and she will be the last thing you’re thinking of. Works for me every time.” Spencer cleared his throat. “Easy for you to say. I’m lucky she agreed to sleep with me. I’ll never find someone else so quickly, and I’m not sure I would want to.”

“I know someone who has been into you since she started here.” Derek boasts, nodding his head to the blonde at the coffee pot talking to Rossi. “Ashley?” Spencer squeaked, while Derek laughed.

Ashley Seaver was one coworker you could not get used to. She was impulsive, always throwing herself into trouble. You couldn’t stand her. Not only for how she acted on the field, but for how she looked at Spencer. She wanted him, and she didn’t care who knew it. She was all over him from the second she started working at the BAU.

She even knew that you and Spencer were hooking up, but she didn’t care. She used every opportunity to touch him or say something flirty, making eye contact with you the whole time she did it. Luckily, Spencer was oblivious. When you mentioned how she hung all over him, he said he didn’t even notice. He was too busy thinking about the case or the thing you did with your tongue the night before.

So you stopped being jealous. It wasn’t like you had any right to be. You and Spencer were just hooking up. If he wasn’t interested in her, then you would just let it go. The last time she tried anything had been a month ago. You were sick and she invited Spencer to go eat after work.

Spencer being the nice guy he is, accepted her offer. While they were out, he talked about you the whole time. She had told him to stop talking about you, that she was right there and she wanted whatever he was willing to give. He politely turned her down, but she was furious. She kept her distance from both of you since then.

That’s why you were confused when you heard her squealing and giggling, saying Spencer’s name as loudly as she could. You looked up from your mountainous stack of paperwork that you came in early to work on to see Spencer hugging her.

There was a vase of roses on her desk. “I can’t believe you got these for me! What a surprise! I knew you would come around!” She almost yelled, looking directly at you. Spencer took her hand in his, “I wanted to get you something before our date tonight, but I wasn’t sure I would have time to get them after work.” He explained shyly looking at her.

That little shit! Was he actually blushing? Was he seriously going on a date with Ashley tonight? And what is with the roses? He never once got you flowers. Did he call things off with you to date her? Seeing them together made you feel sick. Actually, the temperature felt like it rose a hundred degrees. You needed to get up now. You ran to the bathroom making it just in time to throw up.

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The In Between

Season Three Episode Two

Dr. Spencer Reid x Reader (Aaron Hotchner’s Sister)

Words: 4708

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Summary: Spencer tries to hold himself together while facing the unthinkable. Aaron waits helplessly at a different hospital. The reader finds herself in the space between life and death with a difficult choice. 

Notes: You have no idea how cool I thought I was to use this title. Anyway, thank you guys so much for the support for season three coming out! I am currently working on part two, but all of part one will be posted in the next few weeks! Keep letting me know what you think! Lots of love- Erin

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They tried to stop him. Every nurse and doctor on the floor had attempted to prevent him from leaving, as well as his co-workers, but even the bullet hole in his leg couldn’t slow him down. 

Morgan drove while Prentiss directed them to the correct hospital. 

They weren’t even sure it was you. 

Female. Admitted for multiple stab wounds three hours after Hotch was admitted at Saint Sebastian. 

But Spencer knew. Despite all of his logic and all of his reasoning, the feeling in his twisting gut told him that this was it. 

According to what Garcia could find, the patient had been taken into surgery and had been there ever since, trying to repair the damage and loss of blood. 

You could be flatlining right now and he was still limping his way out of the parking lot. 

“Reid, slow down man,” Morgan warned. “If you bust that wound open-”

“I don’t care,” Reid snapped. “Just help me inside.” He put an arm around Morgan’s shoulders and the other agent lifted some of the weight off of Reid’s injured knee without arguing. Morgan wanted to find out just as badly as Reid did, but most of all, he was pissed. 

Foyet had put his credentials on Hotch. 

This was a message for the whole team. 

It said none of them was untouchable.  

“Sir what are you-” A nurse approached the struggling duo, but Prentiss cut her off. 

“We’re looking for a woman admitted under the name Y/F/N Hotchner? She was taken to surgery for multiple stab wounds. We just need to know what’s going on,” she explained. 

The nurse looked at them skeptically. “Are you family?” 

“We’re with the FBI-” Prentiss started, but she cut her off. 

“Miss Hotchner is in no state to be questioned.”

Spencer stepped forward, almost stumbling. 

“I’m her fiance.” 

Prentiss and Morgan glanced at each other in shock. 

Spencer continued. “We work with her brother. He is unable to be here because he was a victim of the same attack, but was taken to a different hospital. Now please,” he begged. “Where is she?” 

Looking into his frantic eyes, she believed him.

“Follow me.” 

The tiled floor seemed to stretch on forever. Every step sent pain up his leg and every second felt like hours. Morgan helped him down the hall until they reached the room. Reid pushed away, using the door frame to hold himself up as his heart sank into his stomach. 

Your skin had gone deathly pale, your eyes were closed, and the heart monitor droned its mocking song back at him. 

“It’s been touch and go for a while now,” the nurse sighed. “She’d lost so much blood by the time anyone found her… the doctors have done everything they can.” 

“Is she going to be okay?” Emily asked, eyes unable to tear away from the sight of you in that bed. She hardly even recognized you, the bruises on your face and the machines attached to your body. 

The nurse gave them a small, but reassuring smile. “We’re doing everything we can.” 

Spencer winced, forcing his feet forward to the chair beside the bed, allowing himself to collapse into it. His hand found yours, nearly pulling away from the shock of your cold skin. 

“We were finally happy again,” he whispered, choking back the sobs threatening to spill over. Spencer let his head fall beside your hand as he cried. 

He didn’t move after that. 

-

You woke up gasping. 

Phantom pains rattled your chest, the image of the knife piercing your stomach still lingering in your mind. But the longer you laid there, eyes slowly adjusting, you realized that you weren’t injured at all. Shapes came into focus. You weren’t in Aaron’s apartment. And you definitely weren’t in a hospital. Wherever you were it was… bright. 

Light streamed in the double glass doors leading onto the back patio. Curtains swayed in the slight breeze coming in through the open window. Even as you blinked with blurred vision, you knew where you were from the cool tile beneath you- a feeling you’d committed to memory the last time you were here. 

Home. 

You bolted upward, kicking your legs to push yourself back into the nearest wall, a scream caught in your throat. 

“This isn’t real. This isn’t real. I’m not here. I can’t be here,” you gasped. 

You checked your torso again, expecting blood and sliced flesh, but there was nothing. Even your shirt was intact. 

“Wait.” You tugged at the teal fabric. “This is what I was wearing when-”

“When you died?” A voice finished for you. “Well, almost.” 

You lifted your gaze and felt like you were being stabbed all over again. 

“T-Tabby?” 

The blonde teenager winked at you. “Surprise.” 

She stepped toward you and you tried to back away, pressing yourself against the wall as you started to hyperventilate.

“Okay, I knew you’d freak out, but I didn’t think it’d be this bad,” she scoffed. “Chill out Girlscout, it’s just me.” 

Girlscout. She was the only person you ever let call you that. She always said it was because you always played by the rules, always worked so hard to prove to everyone you could do it. She teased you, but you knew she really meant it as a compliment. She always rooted for you. She was your best friend. 

“Am I dead?” You asked, voice cracking. 

She opened her mouth to answer, but another presence entered the room. 

“No, sweetheart.” Your mother stood at the top of the stairs. “Not yet.” 

Tabby rolled her eyes. “Could you have phrased that any creepier?” 

Lydia was at the base of the stairs in a blink. 

“Welcome home, Y/N.” She reached a hand out to you. 

You leaped to your feet. 

“Stay away from me.” Your eyes darted between them. “B-both of you.” 

“Great,” Tabby said. “You’ve freaked her out.”

“How did I get here?” Your mind raced as everything came back to you. Every stab, every suppressed scream. Foyet’s laughter. You froze. “Where’s Aaron? Where’s my brother?” 

The last thing you remembered was watching his eyes close, his blood coating the floor beside you. 

“Your brother?” Lydia snapped. “You don’t have a brother. You have me. You only need me.” 

“Seriously, enough with the crazy killer talk,” Tabby groaned, walking toward you. “Believe me, we get it.” She crossed her arms and gave you that look. The look that meant she knew something you didn’t but was dying to tell you. “Ignore her. She doesn’t want you to know.” 

You eyed her, crossing your arms in a similar fashion. “Doesn’t want me to know what?” 

“Tabitha-”

“You have a choice,” Tabby said. “You can wake up or… you can sleep. It’s up to you.” 

Your throat went dry and your heart raced. 

Only, no it didn’t. 

You put a hand to your neck, looking for a pulse. 

It wasn’t beating at all. 

-

JJ hadn’t left Hotch’s side all night. She left only to receive updates from Prentiss and would return trying to keep her expression neutral. 

You were alive. That’s what mattered. 

“You don’t have to keep doing that,” Hotch sighed. He hated that he was stuck in this bed. He should be there, with you. “Pretending like nothing is going on.”

JJ swallowed. “The doctor said that you have to rest and that means staying calm.”

“Jennifer,” Hotch pleaded. “Please. I have to know what’s happening.” 

I’m going to take my time with her, Aaron. I’ll gut her first and then I’ll find someone else to visit. The one that got away from you, huh? 

“JJ,” Rossi stood in the doorway. He gave her a grim nod. “I’ll talk to him.” 

The blonde agent gave Hotch a small smile and left to let his old friend be the bearer of bad news. One look at the older man’s face and Hotch knew. 

“She’s hanging on,” Rossi said slowly, taking the chair beside the hospital bed. “Reid’s with her. He probably busted up his knee again, but even Morgan couldn’t stop him from going.” 

“Where did they find her?” 

Rossi blinked. “Foyet took her to the other side of town. Left her at a bus stop that isn’t part of any night routes so nobody found her until a few hours ago.” He kept his tone level like he was going over the details of any other case. That’s what Aaron needed. The facts. Facts he could hold onto. 

“How many?” Aaron asked. He knew he didn’t have to elaborate.

Dave sighed. “Sixteen.” 

Aaron didn’t say anything. He stared in front of him, outwardly numb but inwardly agonizing. You wouldn’t survive. You couldn’t. He stabbed you sixteen times and left you to rot. The Reaper left you to die. Aaron left you to die. 

“It isn’t your fault, Aaron,” Dave said softly. 

“Don’t.” Aaron shook his head, the image of his little sister gasping on her own blood lingering in his mind. 

Dave pulled the chair up closer. “That’s what Foyet wants you to think. He wants to get in your head. He wants to make sure you never find him.” 

“I know,” Hotch swallowed. 

“We’re going to get him.”

“I know.” 

The two sat for a while, as they often did, not saying anything. Dave knew there was nothing he could say to change the situation, no matter how much he wanted to. Aaron knew there was nothing he could do to save you.

They just had to wait. 

- 

“Great,” Tabby sighed. “Now she’s freaking out.”

“There’s nothing to be afraid of, sweetheart.” Lydia held out her arms. 

You stumbled away, fingers still pressed to your silent pulse. Your hand started to shake. “This isn’t real. This can’t be real.”

“Of course, it’s real, Y/N.” Your mother walked towards you. “This is what was always meant to happen.”

“Were you always this creepy?” Tabby scoffed. “I don’t remember you being this creepy.”

Lydia’s head snapped toward the younger woman. “That’s enough.” She held up her hand and Tabby disappeared. 

You couldn’t help but scream. 

The house started to shake. 

“Y/N, you need to calm down,” Lydia said softly. “If you don’t, you won’t get much of a choice.” She took a seat on the couch and motioned for you to join her. “Come on, I want to talk to you.” 

Breathing heavy, scream still lingering on your tongue, you stared at her. 

“What could we possibly have to talk about?” You snapped, keeping to the other side of the room. 

“Plenty, sweetheart.” Lydia motioned again to the seat across from her. “Plenty. Please.” 

You stared at her. Your breath would have caught in your throat, had you really been breathing. She looked the same. Not the way the pictures had shown her on the news. Not the way she’d looked at the trial, all dressed in orange. She wore her favorite sundress and a smile that used to calm your nerves before every big test. 

She looked like your mom. 

You shook your head. 

“No,” you said firmly. “No, I want to get out of here.” 

“Y/N, I wouldn’t do that-” Your mother started, but you’d already grabbed onto the latch to the back door. 

But when you swung it open, all you saw was light. 

-

“Hey, kid.” Morgan’s voice pulled Spencer out of his trance. He held a pair of coffees. “Thought you could use some.”

“Thanks,” Spence muttered, rubbing his tired eyes. He turned back to you. “Did they say anything?”

Morgan took the chair across from him on the other side of the bed. “Not since you asked ten minutes ago.” He leaned forward. “She’ll be okay, Spencer.”

“She suffered lacerations to her kidneys, chest, and major arteries.” Spencer repeated the words the doctor had said with equal mechanical distance. “They said she’s lucky to still be alive.”

“Y/N’s a fighter.” Morgan glanced at your face. “She’ll get through this.” He took a long drink of his coffee, the tightness in his chest making it hard to swallow as he thought. She has to. 

Spencer nodded, trying to internalize his team member’s words. “She’ll get through this,” he echoed, his voice holding more emotion now, on the verge of breaking. 

That’s when the flatline hit. 

Spencer’s blood ran cold, his heart sinking down, down, down. 

“Y/N?” He said, gripping your arm tight enough to leave a mark. “Y/N!”

“We need a doctor in here!” Morgan called out. 

Everything he’d ever learned, everything he’d studied left Spencer’s mind like a gushing wound. All that was left was panic. 

“Please,” he begged. He brought your hands to his lips. “No.”

Morgan’s hands found his arms, pulling him back. 

He fought against him, needing to stay by your side despite all of his logic telling him to let the doctors work. They were your chance. Not him. 

“Y/N!” He cried out again. 

His body went limp. Between the pain and the shock, everything just passed in a blur. 

Morgan succeeded in dragging him back and the two stood in horror as the frenzy in front of them fought to keep you alive. 

“Clear!” 

-

You woke up in the same place. The place where you thought you were going to die. 

Gasping, you shot up, eyes scanning the living room over and over again to try and find a change. Something that indicated that you were getting somewhere. 

“I told you it wasn’t a good idea,” your mother chided, sitting in the same spot on the couch she was before. She held out her hand. “Come. Sit.” 

You leaped to your feet and moved as far away as you could, bumping into the bookshelf on the back wall. You knocked over your old ice-skating trophy. 

“I’m not going anywhere near you.”

“Please, don’t you think that’s a little immature, sweetheart?” 

“Stop it.” You ran a hand down your face, pinching the bridge of your nose to try and wake up from this nightmare. “Stop acting like you’re my mother.” With your fists clenched at your sides and took a step forward. “None of this is real.”

“We talked about this already, Y/N. Of course, this is real.”

“You can’t be here. I can’t be here.” You searched for another escape, but all of the windows had the same bright light that consumed you before. 

“You’re thinking about that man you met, aren’t you?” Lydia stood up. Brows drawn together, her lips formed a thin line. “The drug addict?” 

You snapped your head around, eyes blazing. “Don’t you dare. You don’t get to talk about Spencer. You don’t get to talk about my life after you tried to destroy it.” 

“I tried to save you. The same way I’m trying to save you now.” Her face softened. “And I think you know that.”

Lydia walked towards you. 

This time, you didn’t back away. 

“I know that you were a broken woman who almost broke me.” 

“Oh, sweetheart.” She reached a hand toward your face. “Why do you think you’re here?” 

You stared blankly at her, an icy chill passing up your spine. “What are you talking about?”

“What was it that you asked that Agent Morgan? To stop you from becoming me by any means, right?” She motioned around you. “This is your chance. This is your way out.” 

You opened your mouth to argue, but found that you couldn’t. 

Maybe this wasn’t about her trying to save you. Maybe this was about you saving everyone else. 

-

Spencer sat at your side once again, looking more like a ghost than a person. He was bent over, holding your hand to his lips, his eyes switching between your face and the heart monitor. He kept hearing that sound. The horrible sound that meant your beautiful heart had stopped beating. 

Derek and Emily stood outside, watching him grimly. 

“They said she’s stable now?” Emily asked. 

He shrugged. “For now. They didn’t tell Reid this, but one of her kidneys is apparently in bad shape. Between the wounds and her past with alcohol…” He trailed off. Just thinking about it made every part of him ache. 

“Do they think she needs a transplant?” 

“They’re checking to see how severe the issue is, but-” He stuffed his hands in his pockets. “It isn’t looking good.” 

Emily nodded, looking through the glass at Reid’s huddled form. 

He was a husk, the dark circles under his eyes competing with the redness of crying. 

She couldn’t look anymore. 

-

You didn’t know what to say. All of the fear and doubt and self-loathing filled your head like a tap turned on full. And your mother stood in front of you as the embodiment of it all. 

“You don’t belong there, honey,” she said, her tone sweet and sympathetic. “You know that. Why else would you have run away? You don’t want to hurt Spencer or your father’s son.”

“His name is Aaron and he’s nothing like my father.”

Lydia flinched but continued her coaxing voice. “You want to protect them, right? I can help you. You just have to let me.” 

“I don’t want your help.” Your voice shook, almost cracking. “I’m better now. I’m-” You looked down at your finger. It was bare. 

You hadn’t even gotten the chance to get a ring. 

“Can you marry a man you’re afraid of?”

“I’m not afraid of Spencer.” 

“Maybe not.” Lydia’s hand covered yours. “But you’re afraid of what you’ll do.” 

You could feel every word sinking into you like claws, raking across your brain until you couldn’t think of anything else, no matter how hard you tried. 

“Alright,” Tabby’s voice returned. She sat on the kitchen counter. “My turn.” 

-

Penelope didn’t know where to go first. Split between two hospitals, she decided to call Derek and check in on Y/N while she visited Hotch. 

“I’ve never wished to be in two places so much in my life,” she said, finding JJ by the vending machine. “But with Morgan and Reid and Emily there, I thought-”

“I’m glad you made it.” JJ pulled her into a hug. To be honest, she was barely holding herself together. 

“How is he?” 

JJ sighed. “Worried.” She ran her fingers through her hair. “But the doctors say she’ll be okay.”

“Derek said that-” Penelope’s words caught in her throat. “He tried to be reassuring, but…”

“I know.” JJ checked around the doorway to make sure Hotch wasn’t listening. He was talking to Rossi. “I called earlier. Prentiss said it doesn’t look good.”

Penelope lifted a hand to her lips to cover a cry. “Who’s going to tell Hotch?” 

Rossi turned his head and saw the grim expression on both women’s faces. He glanced at Hotch. 

“I’ll be right back.” 

He stood and walked over to JJ and Garcia, feeling the unit chief’s eyes burning into the back of his head. 

“Please tell me there’s good news.” 

JJ swallowed. “Not exactly.”

-

Tabby hopped off of the counter. 

Your mother grimaced. “Tabitha…”

“No, you’ve said enough, lady.” She pointed at you. “Now it’s time for a little girl talk.” Tabby skipped over to you like this was just another slumber party, smiling that knowing smile she always did when she wanted you to spill a secret. “I want to hear all about this guy! You’re getting married.”

“I really don’t think now is the time for this,” Lydia said. 

“And I really wanted to go to prom with Tony Bryan,” Tabby snapped, giving her the typical teenage eye roll. “I can’t believe you’re engaged.”

Her enthusiasm was like getting hit with ice water. It pulled you out of the depths Lydia had been dragging you into. As if blinking out of a trance, you smiled. 

“Spencer is great.” For that moment, you almost felt like a kid again, eager to share the details with your best friend. “He’s brilliant and sweet, and… and perfect…” You looked out of that blinding window, realization watching over you. “And he’s waiting for me.” 

“Waiting for a life you can never have together,” Lydia said, cutting in. “Not really. Between your jobs and the danger you’ve already been in since seeing him- how long before it catches up to you? Or to him?”

You lowered your head. 

The Cunninghams. 

The cult in Colorado. 

The anthrax. 

Foyet. 

And those were just the more memorable ones. And then you had support. You had Spencer. You had the team. Now you just felt alone. 

You froze. 

You weren’t alone. 

“Aaron,” you gasped. “Aaron was with me. Aaron was hurt. I have to find out what happened to him.”

Images of blood. The sound of him trying to reassure you. It was all coming back. 

Foyet’s laughter. 

“He let this happen to you. It’s his fault.” Lydia stood up, running her fingers through her hair. She stood rigid and began to pace. Just like she had when you came home cut from the hockey skates. 

A surge of protective anger rushed through you. 

“You don’t get to pin this on my brother. Aaron tried to save me.”

“He is just like his father.” She repeated it over and over again, her pacing seeming to make the whole house shake. 

You turned to Tabby and gave her a small smile. “I know what I want now.”

The front door opened. 

-

You’d gotten back from surgery nearly an hour ago. 

They hadn’t told him much. Just that you needed a transplant and a doner had stepped forward. Now they just had to wait and see if it worked. 

Spencer Reid did not believe in anything beyond the scope of his science and logic and knowledge. But in that moment, he pleaded to you- even though he knew you could hear- he prayed that you would come back. 

“I left you a message, you know,” he whispered. Running his thumb across your knuckles, he memorized every detail, every line in your skin. “When I contracted the anthrax virus. I had Garcia record a message for my mom. And I had her record one for you.” 

Your motionless form didn’t change, the shallow movement of your chest remaining just that. Slow. Short.

“I-” The words died on his tongue. He took a shaking breath. “I wanted you to know how much I loved you, even after everything happened.” Spencer tried to remember the exact message, but all he could think about was a knife cutting through you over and over again. But he knew what mattered from it. “I love you, Y/N. I knew that day that if I survived, I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you.” A tear slipped down his cheek. “Please don’t leave. Please.” 

If he could have forced his words to heal you, he would have talked until he couldn’t anymore. 

Instead, he cried.

“Don’t tell me those are for me.” 

A soft touch wiped away the tears on his cheek. 

Spencer looked up. 

“Hey, handsome.” You gave him a small, weak smile. “I was hoping you’d be here when I woke up.”

“I wouldn’t be anywhere else,” he beamed, leaning over to kiss your forehead. 

Just the touch of his lips on your skin sent waves of relief through you. 

You were here. 

You were alive. 

“I knew I had to come back,” you muttered. “I knew I had to get back to you.” 

“And you did.” Tears fell down Spencer’s cheeks and into your hair. “You came back.” Spencer kissed his way down to your lips, every movement as gentle as possible. And despite his soft touch, he held you as if you’d slip away. Like he was praying to keep you this time. 

“What happened?” You asked, finally noticing the crutches leaning against the wall. 

Spencer shook his head. “It’s a long story. A lot happened this week.” He rested his forehead against yours. 

You pulled back suddenly, eyes wide. 

“Where’s Aaron?” You asked. “Where’s my brother?” 

-

Several healing days later

It was too dangerous to move you. The doctors made that very clear and it took Spencer’s pleading to keep you in that bed. Aaron was in the same situation. While you were both stable, your separate care teams insisted that you would both have to wait to see each other. And, despite Spence and everyone's reassurances that you were both okay, it was something you needed to see to truly believe. 

“Here, be careful,” Spence said, helping you into the wheelchair. 

“Don’t you think this is a little ridiculous?” 

“You know what’s more ridiculous? Opening your stitches because you can’t sit still.” He eased you down and kissed the top of your head. “It’s just until we get to the car, okay?”

“If I can walk after we get to the car, I can walk before we get to the car.” 

Spencer put his hands on his hips, tucking his crutches under his arms. “Do you want me to take you to see Hotch or not?” 

You glared up at him, but didn’t argue. You crooked your finger, beckoning him down to you, and pulled him into a kiss. 

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” Emily stood in the doorway, her hand subconsciously resting behind her back over the large bandage on her side. 

You beamed. “There’s my savior! I’ve been wondering if you’d stop by today.”

“Please,” she waved her hand, “what do I need two kidneys for anyway?”

Spencer looked at her over your head and mouthed ‘Thank you.’

When you’d both found out that she had been your mysterious donor, you didn’t know how to thank her. 

She said avoiding any life-threatening situations in the near future would be thanks enough. 

“Are you ready to get out of this place?” She asked. 

You nodded, laughing. The motion made you wince. 

Spencer immediately knelt at your side. “Are you okay? Do we need to stay a little longer? I’ll get the doctor.”

You grabbed his arm. “Don’t you dare. I’m not waiting any longer.” 

“What’d I tell you?” Derek chuckled, appearing behind Emily. “She’s a fighter.”

“Someone has to keep you in line.” 

He chuckled and rustled your hair. “Going to see Hotch then?”

You nodded.

“Well he’s been trying to get to you for days, so it’ll be nice for him to not be bossing everyone around for a minute.” Despite his teasing words, you knew he was being genuine. 

They were all just glad you were okay. 

“We should get going,” Spencer said, checking his watch.

You said goodbyes and thanks to both agents and headed on your way, still feeling ridiculous in that damn chair. 

Derek wasn’t kidding. 

When you looked through the window of Aaron’s room, he was pacing, despite Dave scolding him for doing so. 

“She’ll be here any minute. You don’t want to collapse before then, huh?”

“Every minute she’s out there-” Aaron started. He stopped when he locked eyes with you. 

You moved so fast Spencer called after you, worried you’d break a stitch. 

Aaron met you halfway and took you in his arms. You held each other as tightly as your matching injuries would allow. 

“I’m sorry,” he said into your hair. “I’m so sorry.” 

You pulled back, putting your hands on his cheeks. “Don’t start. None of this was your fault.”

He stepped back, opening his mouth to argue. 

“Aaron.” The tone of your voice stopped him. 

He blinked back tears and pulled you back into his embrace. 

After a moment, you parted, but he kept a hand on your arm like you’d vanish if he stopped holding some part of you. 

“I have to ask,” Dave stepped forward with a grim expression. “What were you doing over at Aaron’s place when we got back? I thought you two were back on again.” 

Aaron’s face morphed, wondering the same thing. 

You gave both of them a small smile. 

“That's what I was going to tell you.” You took Spence’s hand. “We’re getting married.” 

Aaron’s eyes widened. 

Dave cheered and pulled Reid into a fatherly hug. 

“That’s…” Aaron’s eyes welled. “That’s amazing.” 

He pulled you into another embrace and shook Spencer’s hand. 

For a moment, it was alright again. 

But then, you took a breath. 

“Alright, gentlemen.” Crossing your arms, you remembered what Tabby said to you. The message she left you with before you stepped out of the door. “Let’s catch this bastard.”

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Drunk on You

Summary: Spencer is completely and utterly infatuated with you

Request: Pussy drunk Spencer where it’s the first time they sleep together and he’s completely obsessed with being inside her and eating her out (initially requested to @imagining-in-the-margins) 

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut 

Content Warning: (18+, minors DNI) heavy kissing, handjob, fingering, oral (fem receiving), protected penetrative sex, slight overstimulation

Word Count: 2.2k

Masterlist

Maybe it was a bit cliché to invite Spencer into your apartment for coffee after your date. The ulterior motive was obvious but there was no elegant way of telling him what you really wanted. He didn’t seem to mind when he accepted your offer with a grin on his face. 

The tension between the two of you was palpable once you stepped through your door. The warm amber of Spencer’s irises shone even brighter under the lighting of your living room. It was mesmerizing to look at him, so much so that you quickly forgot about the coffee. 

Spencer couldn’t care less. It was obvious that he knew a hot beverage wasn’t exactly what you craved right then. The way he licked his lips as he looked at you gave away that he was longing for something else, too. 

Stepping closer, you left barely any space between the two of you. The warmth he radiated penetrated your skin and spread through your body. You breathed in his scent, a pleasant mix of his cologne and laundry detergent. 

“So,” you teased as you leaned closer. “Are you gonna kiss me now or what?” 

“Gladly,” he chuckled. 

To your surprise, he took his time with you. His fingers found your jaw, gently brushing along your skin before slightly tilting your head. His other hand made contact with your waist to pull you even closer. Then, unhurriedly and with a precise motion, he finally leaned in to close the distance. 

Once your mouths made contact there was no more holding back, though. His lips were soft yet demanding and he didn’t waste any time to deepen the kiss. Tasting you broke any resistance Spencer had and he couldn’t keep up his demeanor anymore. 

His fingertips dug into your waist before you felt them trembling against your body. His tongue brushed over yours as if you had finally granted him the first taste of water after a life-long drought. When your hands found the nape of his neck to playfully tug at his curls, he unabashedly moaned against your lips. 

Spencer was desperate to make you his and he had no intention of hiding that from you. His lips only left yours to gasp for air before kissing you some more. When you wanted to lean back to look at him, he chased your mouth and immediately closed the distance again.

His enthusiasm made you smile into the kiss and he noticed. That was when he finally slowed down, leaving a few more feather-light pecks on your mouth before leaning back. 

“Sorry,” he awkwardly laughed. “I’ve been waiting so long to do this.” 

“Don't apologize,” you breathed. “I like how eager you are.” 

To prove your words, you took his hand in yours to lead him into your bedroom. Spencer wasn’t the only one who had been waiting too long for this to finally happen. You had no intention of acting shy with him when it was clear how much the both of you yearned for each other’s nearness. 

Right beside your bed you came to a halt and turned to him. Patiently he watched as you undid the buttons of his dress shirt and brushed the fabric over his shoulders. Once the shirt dropped to the floor, your hands wandered along the waistband of his pants. 

Your eyes followed the movements of your fingers and you couldn’t ignore the outline of his hardness straining against his trousers. You looked at the man in front of you and found him staring at you with the utmost adoration in his eyes. 

“Can I touch you?” You asked and he nodded. 

Your palm carefully made contact with his clothed cock and a sigh immediately escaped Spencer’s throat. He leaned into your touch and twitched against the fabric of his confines. You decided to free him as you undid his pants and slowly pulled them down together with his underwear. 

As you took your time to admire the beauty of your lover, you completely forgot your surroundings. Only Spencer’s hand brushing along your arm brought you back to reality. You locked eyes with him again and felt your cheeks heating up. 

“You’re so handsome,” you mumbled. 

His hand found the fabric of your shirt and tugged on it as he cooed, “I want to see you, too.”

Together you got rid of the remaining pieces of clothing until both of you were completely bare. You lay down on the mattress to continue kissing without any barriers between your bodies. 

Spencer hovered over you when he began kissing down your neck. He left sweet pecks on your skin before biting down on your pulse point, drawing a whine from your lips. To soothe the angry skin, he carefully licked along it before moving further down your body. 

“You smell so good,” he groaned as he kissed your breasts. “I can’t get enough of you.” 

He took one of your hardened peaks into his mouth while his hand found the other, teasing it with his fingers until you couldn’t hold back your moans. When he heard your hymn of praise, he hummed into your skin. 

Hungry lips found one another once more. “You are marvelous,” Spencer mumbled into the kiss. 

While he was distracted with his mouth on yours, a curious hand made its way down his body to wrap around his erection. It made him whimper against your lips. Your fingers brushed over velvety skin until they found the weeping tip to spread his arousal over it. 

“Fuck!” he hissed as he looked down his body to watch your hand caressing him. 

“Do you like that?” you teased as you kept stroking him a little harder. 

His hand found your wrist to stop your movements. “Yeah, a little too much,” he confessed and his words made you smile. 

You let go of him and watched as his fingertips danced along your chest and down your stomach until they reached their destination between your legs. Tentatively, he let one finger glide along your slit before spreading your folds apart. When he found you already dripping with desire, he groaned, “So wet for me.” 

He collected your dew on his fingertips and dragged it along your folds before circling your most sensitive spot. The sounds of your pleasure only spurred him further on, caressing you some more before he breached your entrance with two digits, finding little resistance from your body. 

Spencer kissed along your neck as he curled his fingers inside you, pressing against a spot that made you light-headed and let your walls flutter around him. He seemed to relish feeling your body like this, taking his time to explore your core before settling on a steady pace. It didn’t take long for you to dance along the edge of euphoria. 

His lips brushed along your ear as he whispered, “I can’t wait to fuck you.” 

That was all it took for your undoing. Spencer groaned as he felt you pulsing around his fingers, your entire body writhing as you found relief. You were still panting when he withdrew his fingers, making you whine at the loss of contact. 

With a playful smirk spread over his face, he brought his hand to his mouth to lick your release from his fingers, savoring the taste of your cunt on his tongue. 

“You taste so good,” he breathed before moving down your body. “I need more.”

Before he could settle down between your thighs, you grabbed his shoulders. The feeling of being empty was overwhelming and you yearned to be filled out by him. Even though the prospect of having his mouth on you was exciting, it was not what you needed then. 

“I need you inside me now,” you whimpered. “Please, Spencer.” 

He kneeled between your legs when he chuckled, “How could I say no to that?” 

Hurriedly and with little grace you reached over to your nightstand to get a condom from the drawer. Spencer didn’t waste any more time when he took the wrapper from your hands to put the condom on. As he leaned over you, you watched him closing his eyes for a moment before he aligned his cock at your entrance. 

Then, after locking eyes with you, he began pushing his hips against yours. He hissed a curse at the sensation of slowly stretching you open one inch at the time. When he dared to look down between your bodies, he got so overwhelmed at the sight of his cock entering you that he almost came on the spot. 

Quickly, he averted his sight to get his composure back. Your walls fluttered around him and you felt him twitch in response. Once he had filled you up to the hilt, he took a moment to feel your heartbeat deep inside you. 

“Spencer,” you whined as you began rocking your hips against his. “Please!” 

He didn’t mean to tease you or test your patience. He just wanted to fully savor this moment. Feeling you tightly wrapped around him made his head spin. He felt inebriated when he began moving and started to think you had cast some kind of spell on him. 

“You feel so good,” he breathed when he began moving. “So tight for me.” 

Pure magic was the only explanation for what you made him feel. Spencer struggled to wrap his head around the fact that this was reality. Nothing else mattered other than being right there with you, making you his as he fucked you against the mattress. 

“Harder!” you cried and Spencer obliged. 

It proved to be a mistake, though. As he watched you quiver underneath him, the bedframe shaking with his forceful thrusts, he struggled to delay his downfall. Feeling you getting even tighter around him made it impossible to not fully indulge in this sensation. 

With his whole body trembling, he tried but failed to slow himself down. Desperation was written over his face as he attempted to prolong the feeling of being inside you. Of course you noticed it, too. Seeing him fall apart on top of you as pleasure overcame him was exhilarating and you had no intention of slowing him down.  

“Come for me,” you murmured and Spencer’s eyes widened at your words. 

Then, with a particularly hard thrust, he did. Trembling and groaning, the built-up tension was released as his climax washed over him. 

Before you had a chance to wrap your arms around him to welcome him inside your embrace, he pulled out of you and quickly moved down your body. With your head still spinning, it took you several seconds to realize what he was doing. 

Only when you felt his tongue glide through your folds did you comprehend that he had found his new home between your legs. 

“Oh fuck, Spencer!” You hissed at the feeling of his mouth caressing your sensitive center. 

Like a man starved he collected your honeyed wetness on his tongue, moaning into your skin as he tasted your heady aroma. The vibrations he created sent shockwaves through your body, prompting you to buck your hips against his face.

Seemingly unfazed by your reaction, he wrapped his arms around your legs to keep you in place as he continued pleasuring you with his tongue and mouth. 

“So good,” he whispered against your heat. 

Despite his effort to hold you securely against his mouth, you were sure you might start floating at any moment. Two of his fingers found their way into you, adding more pressure and bringing you closer to your undoing. 

It only took a few more seconds until ecstasy overcame you. Your thighs trembled as you rode out your high, rocking gently against Spencer’s face. He didn't let go of you, though. Almost in a trance-like state he kept caressing you, licking up your release as you writhed underneath him. 

Your chest was heaving when you looked at him, eyes closed and half of his face buried between your legs. Spencer didn't even consider stopping, not when you tasted so heavenly, even more so after you came. Drunk on your taste and scent, he would have been more than happy to spend the rest of his night right there. 

It became too overwhelming for you, though. The constant stimulation was too much to bear and almost became uncomfortable, so your hands found his curls to pull on them. “Enough,” you murmured.

In an instant, he removed his mouth from your core to litter your inner thighs with little kisses. Then he looked up at you, a wicked grin painted on his glistening face. He wiped himself clean with the back of his hand before plopping down beside you. 

“Sorry, uh…” he muttered. “I got a little carried away.” 

You placed a kiss on his lips, noticing your own scent still lingered on them. 

“I’m not complaining,” you purred. “I just need a little break. We can continue later.” 

The glimmer in his eyes at your words must have been akin to someone witnessing a miracle. Content with the prospect of doing all of this again, he wrapped you into his arms. 

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