#jeid smut

[uranometrias]

i just want to write about that specific scene where spence kisses cat && she opens the door in the midst of them making out && spence is just EATING her face && max is just there like “😟”… except i want it to be with reader && I want cat to receive some of the smoke that yall always flinging JJ in yall imagines (specifically regarding her confession) ! && i want Spencer to grovel & work to prove his kiss with cat was all for show! Like why have JJ get beat up when you can curb stomp the true villain : cat adams

like look at him ??? he needs to be sedated !!

[spaghettixdemon]

hi! I was wondering, is your J Stands for more words than one story a jeid endgame?

Hi Hi! My plan with this story is Reid x Reader endgame, but I'm open to writing Jeid fics in the future! My requests are currently open :)

[balteringanatidae]

Here Comes the Sun

pairing: s.r x fem!bau!reader word count: 2.8k contents: not proof read i’m sorry… fluffy :3 title taken from a beatles song, suggestive content, but no smut!!!rushed, badly written, post prison!reid, professor!reid mentioned, very tiny jeid reference, eventually sweetheart!spence, his tism is showing, cuddling <33, emily is a little shit the one time she’s mentioned, allusions to sex, sneakin’ around a/n: this is kinda bad… idk. i just needed to post a fic because im sure you guys are tired of me thirsting over glasses reid </3

You joined the team when Reid was on sabbatical leave. You were yet to be introduced to him until your second week. He was insensitive and distant, especially with you (only distant); he lacked that shine in his eyes you saw in other people. To which the team clarified he wasn’t forever like that, and he’d changed after he went to prison. You felt nothing but empathy for him, and you wished he could find that happiness he once harbored.

In the first one hundred days you got to know him, you unknowingly profiled his every move. Every diminutive gesture, a raise of an eyebrow to a giggle that slipped from his lips. You deduced that he was most comfortable around JJ and Luke, and he missed a former agent named Derek Morgan. He was least relaxed around you; he shielded himself near you. He would plow his hands into his pockets and purse his lips awkwardly.

You’d managed to pry a few conversations out of him, and you couldn’t be more different than him. Despite your job, you were the biggest optimist ever. Spencer was a blunt realist, which you’d expected, but his honesty shocked you. You two had serious conversations, less lighthearted than the ones you heard him have with other members. It made you wish that he would be more comfortable with you.

You would watch him from afar, your heart breaking at his permanent pout and glossy eyes. You would seldom ask ‘a penny for his thoughts,’ but he always hesitated, simply laughing it off, pulling the infamous ‘I’m fine.’

You, of course, respected his boundaries, but you felt as if you hadn't even developed any camaraderie. You two felt like strangers, because it was all you were. There was no bond; there was no relationship. Simply coworkers, and you didn’t think that he wanted anything more than that.

Of course, you preferred a professional relationship, but sometimes you wished he would give you a smile like he did to any other member. After what he’s been through, you don’t blame him for not wanting to develop new, close relationships. It would only make it worse to force a friendship upon you two. If it doesn’t happen, that’s it.

Then, it was thirty days without him. It felt no different than your average days at the BAU. Other team members were affected, but you couldn’t feel any more normal. It wasn’t that you didn’t care for him, but the complete opposite. It was simply that he wasn’t a key part of your social life as the other team members were. Of course, working the cases felt slightly different—void of his nerdy aura.

The air felt less tense for you. You were closer with the other team members; you couldn’t deny that you felt bad to feel better without Spencer. It wasn’t because he was gone, per se, you simply felt more comfortable.

The thirty days seemed to be the longest month of your life, because when you saw him, you felt relieved to know he was there, he was alive. First day back at the BAU, he wrapped his arms around JJ tightly, spinning her in a circle, erupting gentle laughter from the blonde. You smiled, because it was a wholesome sight, and you totally didn’t wish that she were you.

Winter came around with Spencer, and the team received significantly fewer cases, which made you wonder if even serial killers feared the cold. The thought was almost humorous. The rare cases the team received were in the warmer states like Arizona and Florida. It was nice to seldom escape the cold and experience a bit of warmth this time of year.

Unfortunately, some serial killers feared nothing. The team accepted a case in North Dakota, an unsub taking advantage of the cold, utilizing it to torture their victims. Though you were a profiler, you could never actually be in someone's brain, and you could never figure out where such creativity came from.

You and Spencer arrived at the first crime scene. It wasn’t unusual, because you guys worked well together professionally. You strode in sync, walking over to the lifeless, cold victim. You shivered, in horror and because you were cold. You two had been standing in the middle of a field; what would’ve been beautiful grass was covered in snow.

“This is… unusual,” you acknowledged quietly, because it was more than obvious. Spencer let out an amused scoff and nod, his breath causing tiny clouds to form in the wintry air.

You two examined the victim with meticulousness and sympathy. You couldn’t bring yourself to look into the victim’s dull eyes. You almost winced at the sight of their body overall. The contrast between their practically blue body and the blood from their chest was horrific.

You sighed with a shiver as you turned to walk away, Spencer still examining the victim, imprinting the image into his head for future reference. You didn’t bother to ask whether he was coming or not, because he had to get back to the station, so it would only be stupid to ask.

Closing in on the distance to the car, you felt a warm, cozy object encircle your neck: Spencer’s purple scarf. He didn’t have to, but your whole body was practically shaking, and he couldn’t handle it.

You turned around to him, the cool wind blowing his hair out of place (not that it was in place to start). “You’ll be cold.” You started to take the scarf off, and he immediately grabbed your hand, stopping you.

“Sorry, um, no. Keep it. I’m fine, and you’re shivering.” His hand still holding yours, until he realized the awkward position, he let go. “Are you warm?”

You nodded, which wasn’t a lie to simply satisfy him. You now understood why he wore it recently. It was welcoming, warm, and relaxing. You felt like the fierce cold couldn’t touch you anymore, though you knew it’d win.

He stepped over to the driver's side, avoiding the ice in the road, to open the door for you.

“I’m the driver, Reid. You didn’t have to do that.” You smiled at him involuntarily, the gesture just sweet. You quickly started up the car, yearning for the warmth that would leave the vents.

“It’s just respectful.” He hummed, closing the door behind you as you leaned down into the car. He strolled back to the passenger side, taking the seat next to you, taking in the heating temperature of the car.

“You’re suddenly a gentleman, hm?” You chuckled, glancing over to Spencer, a slight smile crept onto his lips.

You could seriously get used to this.

The next roughly ninety days of winter were warm because you were filled with warmth. Each morning at the BAU, Spencer would make you a cup of coffee and have it on your desk before or right on time as you arrived. It prompted for a conversation—specifically, each time an awkward conversation about the weather, which was the same every day, but it was an excuse to interact. He became comfortable enough to ramble to you; it was mostly about how D.C. didn’t even get the worst winter in the US and comparing your fortunate weather to other states that were freezing.

You’d be bored in the morning; Spencer was a form of entertainment, but not just that. He seemed the happiest when he could talk and talk so much. He had so much to say, and people let him say so little. It disheartened him, so of course, he expected it from you. He didn’t expect your pout when he suddenly stopped talking, it made his eyes light up.

You actually cared.

He beamed before he started prattling on again, and you listened intently as you sipped your coffee, his purple scarf around your neck—which he noticed, and it made his heart flutter.

“You really… like the scarf?” he haphazardly blurted in the middle of his rambling, with something of humor in his voice.

“Of course I do! It’s also given me a chance to wear all of the purple in my closet while staying warm.” You nodded, looking down at your outfit, wearing a purple cardigan he hadn't seen before. He noticed your new versatility in style, and he liked it. “Why wouldn't I like it?”

“Oh—It’s just old. I've had it for a while, and it’s kind of ugly. It, um..." he cleared his throat, “it looks great on you.”

“Are you flirting with me, Reid?”

His face flushed an unusual shade of red, and his lips immediately parted to object, but he couldn't say anything. He simply looked like a tomato.

“Oh, no, I was joking!” You giggled a bit, the back of your hand traveling to his cheek to feel the heat of his face. “I know you weren't flirting.”

“O-oh…” He spoke through an uneasy chuckle, and your hand on his face served no consolation to his nervousness.

Even this moment wasn't too awkward, it was humorous to you, and Spencer was minorly embarrassed, mainly adoring your giggles at his red face. The idea of germs was in the back of his mind as you handled his face, but he couldn't care less.

You had one more case with him before he left on sabbatical leave. You took advantage of it. You had the chance (not even a choice, actually) to share a hotel room, and you couldn’t help but think it would make it awkward again.

Spencer had been lying in bed before you were out of your work clothes. He was lying on his back, his eyes tightly closed, afraid to see something he didn't want to.

“Asleep already?” You were changing into the comfortable clothes you packed to sleep in. You would've packed better if you knew someone had to see you in your pajamas.

“No, I’m afraid I might see you… you know, changing.”

“Afraid?” You chuckled, climbing into your side of the bed, a lot of space between you two, which was comfortable and not awkward.

“You know what I mean.” He sighed as he turned to face you, his eyes opening to notice the comedically large space. “I think you could move a bit closer?”

You scooted a bit closer, the space shrinking narrowly. “Just a little more,” he murmured.

“Do you want to cuddle with me, Reid?” You jested as you two lay a few inches apart now.

A giggle erupted from his lips, but he shook his head. He reached out to sweep your hair out of your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek. He examined your facial structure closely, and you stared into his big hazel eyes.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you hummed, stifling a smile as his eyes widened in surprise. “Sorry to scare you.”

“No, I’m sorry for staring.” He pulled his hand away, your skin immediately missing his frigid fingers.

You murmured a quiet assurance to him, holding the eye contact for a moment. A moment of adoration.

“Can we?” he vaguely proposed.

“What?”

“Can we cuddle?” He breathed out a shaky breath, opening his mouth to object to his own proposal, but you cut him off before he could.

“I’d like that, if you’re truly comfortable with it.”You closed the space between you two, and you felt Spencer wrap his arm around you, gently lifting you up, some of your weight resting on him.

You two lay like that for a while, his hand encircling your waist, his index finger sketching obscure shapes on your clothes abdomen. You were half asleep, his melodic breaths lulling you to sleep. Your face in his neck, you could feel his pulse against your lips. It was clearly intimate, but you could tell he had no intent to try to initiate anything further. He made you feel safe.

“Good night,” he murmured as he felt your eyelashes flutter shut against his neck. You reiterated it lazily, more of a hum than anything. He simply smiled, pressing a kiss to your scalp as you dozed off.

But you felt it.

This was the first time you’d genuinely been affected by his presence, or lack of it. You walked in, and there was no cup of coffee on your desk. It was disheartening, truly, because the cup of coffee was the greatest reminder of his presence and how much he began to care about you.

“Someone’s missing Reid.” Emily chuckled as she watched the coffee drip into the pot. There was enough for her, but she waited until there was enough for both of you to get a cup, stalling for time to talk.

You turned to her as a look of curiosity painted your face. Then you noticed his personalized mug was gone too. “Who?”

“You, newbie.” Though the term was reserved for Luke, Emily still used it for you because you were fairly new.

That obvious?

“Well, of course I do! He’s a valuable asset to the team. It only makes sense to miss his presence,” you explained, an odd defensiveness in your tone.

Emily hid her smirk and simply nodded, agreeing with you. She poured coffee into her mug, leaving just enough for you.

You were still dumbfounded by the fact that she drank her coffee black and the fact that you were not discreet at all.

So, you’d spend the next month evidently pining.

Or so you thought.

“So, how are you settling in without me?” you teased over the phone, standing near the toaster, making sure your toast didn’t get too dark.

“Not too well, I think this feeling is called yearning,” Spencer exaggerated, setting up for early morning lectures.

“Hm, ditto.” You jumped a bit as the toast popped up without warning—of course—having been immersed in the conversation with Spencer. “You could always visit me, or vice versa,” you proposed.

There was silence for longer than you would've liked, but you gave him a moment to think.

“I’d like that… to visit you, I mean. My apartment isn't the most organized,” he agreed, a quiet chuckle exiting his lips.

“It’s a date!” You beamed as you placed your toast onto a plate. The sun shone through your opened curtains, casting a light onto your dining table.

“Great. I’ll see you tonight.” And with that being the end, you noticed that you two were talking for half an hour.

You would have never guessed that one day, you would be cuddled up with your coworker who you were certain hated you. On your couch, in his Caltech sweatshirt that he generously offered you for no reason, and he was only wearing, what was before, a matching shirt that was slightly tight on his new muscles.

In this moment you knew that—you didn’t have to guess it—but you didn’t know how his lips ended up clashing with yours, ignoring whatever movie you were watching, captured in this random makeout session. And he kissed you with love, like he feared he would never be able to do it again.

Spencer pulled away hesitantly. “I’m sorry, the movie—“

“No, it’s okay. The movie can wait.” He immediately nodded in agreement as you pulled him back in. His hand on your stomach unhurriedly pushed you down onto the couch, your head held up by the armrest.

He sat in between your legs, his kisses beginning to trail down your neck, and soon, that sweatshirt he gave you was long gone, and everything else.

Nothing about him surprised you, especially not how gentle he was. It was basically expected.

As stated before, Spencer never surprised you much since the second you learned he was a genius. He knew how to do most everything, but you didn’t imagine that he knew how to treat a woman so greatly.

“Do you feel okay?” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose.

All you could do was nod, your eyes slowly opening and closing. You could feel a cloth cleaning you gently; it was relieving, just like the touch of his lips to your skin.

“Have I said it yet?”

“Said what?”

“That I love you,” you hummed, you could faintly see him shaking his head.

“No, but I know, and I love you too,” he said it casually, as if he’d said it a million times already. “And I can’t exaggerate how much I mean it.”

You reached up to swat his hair away from his face, his big hazel eyes visible to you now. Your eyes trailed down to the marks on his neck, you grimaced. “Do you have to teach tomorrow?”

“I don’t… have to. I can spend tomorrow with you.”

Your eyes were busy trailing downward, and then you felt perverse, so you redirected your vision to his eyes. “Work,” you complained, sitting upright.

“Right.” He sighed. When he was on sabbatical leave, he tried his best to forget about work, and you most definitely helped. “So this is fraternization, isn’t it?”

You shook your head, pulling him down onto you once more. “Not if no one knows.” You hummed as you watched the sun peek through the blinds, shining onto Spencer’s face, which reminded you how late—or early—you guys had been up.

Till the first day of spring, you could say.

[spencereidluver]

Spencer Reid A-Z Masterlist

these are written as a story with each letter being a new chapter. I recommend reading in chronological order for story purposes, but these could also work as one shots.

unless explicitly stated, all my fics ignore anything related to jeid, and in my universe, maeve simply does not exist. i do like the idea that spencer and ethan may have had a romance in college

the following events are removed from canon: anything related to a jeid romance, maeve (i just can't have reader and spencer break up for her character to have her moment)

the following events are what i believe to have happened before this timeline began: spencer and ethan had a small (non-sexual) romance in college which is the real reason why they hadn't spoken in years, spencer is a virgin, lila archer events did occur, however i do not believe he had real feelings for her, he was just doing his job (i do think he enjoyed the kiss though, because who wouldn't)

I’ve put them in a timeline and they are further categorized by emojis

Have recommendations? Visit my Spencer Reid A-Z Recommendations to submit your ideas!

key:

🧸- fluff

🔥- smut

❤️‍🩹- angst

🕰️- coming soon

2008

january

03: you join the BAU (age 24)

july

07: a is for About Time 🧸

23: b is for Boy Genius? 🧸

august

09: c is for Case by Case 🧸

25: d is for Diana🧸

september

12: e is for Even Guys Like Me? 🧸❤️‍🩹

15: f is for First Date 🧸

october

03: g is for Girlfriend 🧸

12: Spencer’s 27th Birthday

31: h is for Hold my Hand 🧸

november

07: i is for I knew it! 🧸

12: Henry LaMontagne is born

17: j is for Just So You Know… 🧸

december

05: k is for Kissing Isn’t Enough 🔥

14: l is for Lover Boy 🧸

22: m is for Merry Christmas 🧸

2009

january

01: n is for New Years 🕰️

26: o is for🕰️

february

02: p is for Pretty Boy 🕰️

11: jj returns from maternity leave

18: q is for Quiet 🕰️

march

09: r is for Reid? 🕰️

26: s is for Sitter 🕰️

april

10: t is for Two Time 🕰️

19: u is for

may

07: v is for

26: w is for

june

5: x is for

29: y is for

july

16: z is for

[sweatervest-obsessed]

Spencer Reid Masterlist: Fics

In order from Newest to Oldest. Last Updated: 02/26/24

Spencer Reid Series

Key: Personal Favs:✨ Requested:🔹 Angst:🔴 Fluff:🟡 Smut:🟣

Last Last Time ✨🔴 What if 'First Date' was just severely more complicated, and hurt a thousand times more? What if you had never walked out the door? What if Spencer had never met Cat Adams? Alternate Ending ✨🔹🔴🟡

You 🔴✨ a small fic inspired by the loss of someone, and how Spencer feels about it.

Truth or Dare 🔹🔴 Request!: "okay so i'm thinking post!prison reid and reader break up bc he's not ready to be in a relationship after everything that happened in prison. they just don't get back together bc when spence is finally ready it's been a while and they both think it's too late and no one makes a move and they remain as friends UNTIL jj's love confession brings some feelings back onto the surface - reader finds out about it and (cue jeid and their weird, longing glances🥲) has a whole it's all really over moment and then there's distance between her and spencer until there's a confrontation about it and BAM a love confession and second chances😁😁"

Lucky Me 🟡 Just a cozy scenario where the reader is a wee bit drunk, and has a phenomenal idea, maybe inspired by a true story or two.

Symphonic Kisses 🟡 You give Spence a pretty damn good anniversary present.

Cold Feet 🔹🟡 Request!: "could u do Spencer Reid and childhood friends fem!reader with heavy pining and " it's always been u" at the end hurt/comfort ?"

Loving You 🔹🟡 Request!: "hiii!! congrats on the 500 followers 🤍 for your celebration, could i request 7 and 13 from the fluff prompts for spencer reid? thanks :]"

Never Let Me Go 🔹🔴 Request!: "hello !! rn i'm in the mood for some angst with a happy ending so can i request something where reader's got really bad abandonment issues? 🥹 maybe they fight over something which makes r leave ++ spence is confused bc it's so sudden n unlike them but it's all bc theyre scared he'll leave first n then it's just lots n lots of reassurance🥹🥹 thank you!!"

Unexpected Visitor 🟡 There are some things that the team does not know about, like you, for example. Some good, quick, Christmas fluff for your holiday enjoyment.

Pope and Circumstance 🔹 🟡 Request!: "Heyyyy!!!! I read that you were taking requests so I was wondering if you could write something for non BAU nerd reader and Spencer. Something sweet and comforting with a reader that’s a nerd but more on the language and literature side."

Birthday Present 🟡 You and Spencer enjoy a night in together.

New Shade of Green 🔹🔴 🟡 Request! "Hey idk if you're taking requests but I'd love to read a fic where Spencer Reid and reader are in established relationship and on a case it happens that reader's best friend since childhood assists. And Spencer gets really jealous of their close friendship but is in denial. A lot of angst but a fluffy ending."

Black Dog 🟡 Mornings with Spencer feel so good. Based on Led Zeppelin's Black Dog.

Cramps n Comfort 🔹🔴 🟡 Request! "Okay, Spencer comforting reader who has really bad period cramps and is just crying"

To Make Sure I Stay Sane 🔴 Based off of Six Below by Flipturn. What happeneds when your cover is blown? What do you do when you can never really recover from the shit you endure? pure angst.

Barbenheimer! 🔹 🟡 Request! "Reader takes Spencer to see Barbie, and he might just enjoy it more than he thinks he will."

Wired Frames 🔹 🟡 Request! "Spencer request: The team meets at a bar after they returning from a case and Spencer comes in looking dramatically different (like a nice new haircut and casual outfit and glasses) and the team / OC lose their minds"

Bad Day 🔹 🟡 Request: "spencer just comforting reader after a bad mental health day and helping them to take a break and shower/or bathe🌼🫶🏻"

Something Old, Something New 🔴 🟡 takes place during S7 Ep1, The Gang goes to court! Lawyer!Reader! Spencer is really over the senate committee, but something cools his head when he bumps into an old friend.

[chosenimagines]

Criminal Minds Masterlist

Criminal Minds

Crossover

Criminal Minds X Swat

One Shots

Dr. Spencer Reid

Books, books and more books

Home

Assassins and sickness

No hero

Gifts

Despair (OC Lola)

Seizure (OC Lola)

Our strength lays within words (Big bro AU with OC Josie)

Trash talk (OC Lola)

Requests

By @insomnaticwilmon

Beach day, Baby!

By @snoopitude

Jokes (Spencer Reid)

By @ameliajonezzz

The Morcia-Dynamic 2.0 (David Rossi)

By @reidsbookclub

Enemies’ Date (Spencer Reid)

By @cance1medaddy

Baby me?! (Spencer Reid) Smut 18+

By 🍵✨- anon

 Spencer Reid 16+

By @doctorspenceryeet

Disappointment (Spencer Reid)

Not alone (Spencer Reid)

By @imjustheretoreads-blog

To the rescue (Spencer Reid)

By @hyialover

Happens in Vegas stays in Vegas? (Spencer Reid)

Random posts

Love for Derek

FTOTD TBBT & Criminal Minds/Castle

Warming up to Rossi

Headcanons

Jeid Headcanon/Jeid AU

Reblogs

Incorrect Quotes Garcia while BAU chases unsub

[fortheloveofwonderland]

No Distance Left to Run | S.R

Series Summary - Truth or Dare? A harmless teenage game gone wrong when spoken by the man holding you hostage. And when you’re feelings for your best friend come to light after fifteen years, how will you and Spencer cope in the aftermath?

A/N - rewrite of the Jeid confession with reader. Lots of details of JJ and Spencer’s past have been rewritten. Present day is 2020 to keep in line with canon. Spencer met Max much earlier on. Thank you to the lovely @pinkiceee-prose for reading this through for me and coming along for this journey 🖤

Pairing - Spencer Reid / BAU Fem! Reader

Category - friends to lovers | mutual pining | angst with happy ending | smut minors DNI

General Series Warnings - smut, mutual pining, canon compliant violence, abusive relationship, cheating. Each chapter will have its own warnings.

Coming Soon

Part One - Truth Or Dare?

Part Two - Never Have I Ever

Part Three - Hide and Seek

Part Four - Dominoes

Part Five - Red Light, Green Light

Very small snippet under the cut.

The world stood still. For what could have only equated to five seconds, the world stood still. 

Five seconds somehow felt like an entire lifetime, where all outside stimuli faded from vision, sounds disappearing before they could hit eardrums. The way his wrists and knee and the rest of his body had ached and throbbed just moments ago slipped away. 

The world stood still. All he could see was you and all he could hear were the words you’d spoken five seconds before that had caused the earth to suddenly stop turning on its axis with the weight of them. 

For five seconds, which felt like five hours, he saw the last fifteen years flash before his eyes. Every subtle glance, every tiny smile; every accidental touch. Every word ever shared between the two of you that he’d catalogued in his brain came spiralling forth, flooding his senses to the point he wasn’t sure he could breathe.

For five seconds it was simply you and him and those words you’d spoken at the worst possible time. But you’d said it. And he heard it. He just had no idea what he was supposed to do with it now. 

There was once a time when hearing those words spoken from your lips to his ears was all he had ever wanted. He’d imagined you saying them to him more times than was healthy, so often in fact there were instances in which he actually managed to convince himself you had said them. 

But you never had. Not until now. 

And now he had no idea how he was supposed to begin processing those words, especially in the situation in which you had finally spoken the one thing he’d always wanted to hear you say. 

He wanted to respond, he wanted to tell you he felt the same, he’d always felt the same. For fifteen long years he’d carried his unrequited feelings for you like a led weight upon his shoulders. They’d dragged him down a little more each day, at this point he found he was almost entirely buried under the burden of his feelings.

And then you’d gone and said that and he didn’t know how he was supposed to respond. 

The words were spinning and turning, ruminating in his brain and he forgot for those five seconds where you were and what was going on around you. He stopped trying to cut through the tape binding his wrists, stopped thinking about getting to his ankle hostler.

He stopped thinking about the crazed unsub standing just three feet away brandishing a gun at the both of you, his sick and twisted game of Truth or Dare coming to an abrupt end with the uttering of those. 

“Spence, uh...I have always loved you. I was too scared to say it before... and now things are just really too complicated to say it now. I'm sorry, but you should know.”

[prettybaby-reid]

so, crazy thought...

Maybe, just maybe, we should actually tag our posts correctly...

Because when I search "Aaron Hotchner x reader" or "Spencer Reid x reader" or "Emily Prentiss x reader", i actually don't mean "Hotchniss smut", "Jeid Smut" or "Jemily smut".

[wheelsupimagine]

NAVIGATION

GET TO KNOW ME

My name is Lara and I turned 20 on January 5th. English is not my native language so please be kind to me if my stories are not so well written.

I am currently on season 11

I like reading, watching tv and sleep:) I am also a big wrestling fan but I think this account will strictly be for cm.

My favorite movie of all time is shawshank redemption

ABOUT CRIMINAL MINDS

I hope this account will be a chance to make a lot of new friends who love cm as much as me but before hand here are some of my opinions on criminal minds - maybe we have a few in common and if not that’s fine too, I respect every opinion:)

I love Spencer, he was the reason I got obsessed with criminal minds( I just ship him with me ��)

I hate Jeid with a passion, I am a Willifer shipper for life

Elle and Alex are my absolute favorites who I think deserved mor seasons

Aaron is the man - how can people not stan him

Emily and JJ should have been a couple and I don’t understand why they didn’t let Emily be a lesbian

I also ship Aaron and Emily

I prefer JJ as a liaison but I also like her as a profiler

I really don’t ship Spencer and Maeve

WHO I WILL WRITE FOR AND WHAT

I will write for: Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau, Elle Greenaway and Alex Blake

For know I won’t write smut just fluff and angst but hopefully I will start soon with writing smut - just be patient

REQUESTS ARE OPEN !!

I am really excited to meet you all :)

[uranometrias]

published a spencer fic on wattpad && im so excited to see it come to life!!

[radiant-reid]

hi cate!! can u do an update on ur WIPs?

i've got to say, i have been very bad about finishing or writing something with all the blurbs I've been writing

the rest of this Christmas masterlist

a fic where Derek is reader's ex-boyfriend...who sets her up with his best friend

Fallout this is my fic about the fallout after the jeid confession

smut with spencer and his knee injury

some heavy angst about spencer getting and then losing his girlfriend, based of a song i adore

Same Mistakes this is a long one, it's got: Spencer's kiss with Lila while he has a girlfriend, Spencer's kiss with Cat while he has a wife and children, a rewrite of the apartment scene (Cat/Spencer/Max) where it's Spencer, Cat, and his wife... but their children have been abducted

a fic with the amnesia trope (don't come for me because i actually like this)

Hotch x Emily x Spencer x Reader smutttt

Hotch x Spencer x Reader smut, part two

a cool girl/nerdy boy trope

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Things I will write:

⋆ Spencer Reid. ⋆ x Fem! Reader. ⋆ x Gn! Reader. ⋆ All genres are okay (e.g. fluff, angst, smut, whump). ⋆ All tropes are okay (e.g. established, friends only, friends with benefits, coworkers, etc). ⋆ Normal Criminal Minds level violence, gore, etc. ⋆ Dom, soft dom and vanilla Spencer. ⋆ Some pet names ("Angel", "Princess", "Whore", "Slut", "Bunny", etc). ⋆ Use of honourifics and titles (Dr. Reid). ⋆ 'Vanilla' smut. ⋆ 'Rough' smut. Please keep in mind rough sex does actually mean rough and sometimes (consensually) violent e.g. slapping, spanking, whipping.  ⋆ Light to medium-ish level BDSM and kinks. ⤷ There’s too many to remember. If it’s not in ‘won’t write’ assume I’ll write it. Unless it's some rare instance where you introduce me to a new ‘hard no’ kink/fetish. ⋆ Dub-con & consensual non-consent tropes (CNC) e.g. somnophilia, filming without clearly stated consent, etc. ⋆ Unprotected sex.

Things I won't write

⋆ Canon love interests (e.g. Lila Archer, Maeve, Maxine). ⋆ Real people (e.g. Mathew Grey Gubler). ⋆ BAU ships (e.g. Jeid). ⋆ Part 2's. ⋆ Cheating. ⋆ Underage/minor love interests. ⋆ Incest/step-cest. ⋆ Strangely specific gore (e.g. cannibalism in detail: "Reader is forced to consume flesh in detail"). ⋆ Sub Spencer. ⋆ Use of "Daddy" and/or "Kitten". ⋆ Hardcore BDSM. ⋆ Certain kinks/fetishes. ⤷ Anal play of any kind (pegging, rimming, etc), piss kink, tickling kink, foot-fetishes, shoe grinding. ⤷ Blocked if you request any of the following: scat play, infantilisation, age play, ddlg, 'lolita' type fetishes, pedophilia, beastiality.

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i was afraid it wasn’t very good bc i haven’t written smut since middle school LMAOO but im so happy y’all enjoyed it <33 !!!!!!!

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Not My Second Best (Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader)

(Not my gif. Credits to the creator!)

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader.

Summary: After a case in Los Angeles, you see your boyfriend Spencer is acting weird. You don’t know why, but when you find out, you don’t know what to do, and you are sure that it would put a stone over your relationship.

Word Count: 8,4k (I couldn’t help it)

Warnings: MINOR DNI (18+). Strong language; mention of sex; alcohol consumption (reader’s drunk); reader confronting JJ (woohoo!!!); insecurities and self-deprecation thoughts (reader); nudity; fingering and oral (reader receiving), penetrative sex; unprotected sex; creampie. Angst with a happy ending.

A/N: It took me a while to end this one, job has been hectic lately, so sorry! For this fic, I combined this and this request. Thanks for reading, and keep sending me requests!

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Work had been lazy in the past weeks, so you spent time with the team playing poker in the conference room.

It was the last game, and JJ and Spencer were the only ones playing. Gambling all the candies they both had, JJ took the win. You all laughed at Spencer��s confused face because he had thought he would win.

But the giggles stopped when Emily announced that you had a case.

This time you were flying to Los Angeles. The unsub collides his victims’ vehicles with his own, gets out of the car to go to the driver’s window, and shoots the victim to death.

After discussing theories in the jet, Emily instructed you on what you all should do after touching down. Agreeing with that, you returned to your seats for the rest of the flight. You sat next to your boyfriend, Spencer. JJ and Tara were in front of you.

“And how’s the new apartment?” Tara asked you. A smile formed on Spencer’s lips, looking at you and deciding who would reply to Tara’s question.

“It’s great! A lot bigger than mine was. We have a guest room and an office we can use too,” you explained excitedly, grabbing Spencer’s hand and interlocking your fingers with his.

This was a new step for you both.

You had been in a relationship for almost two years now with the resident genius. Although you started working in the BAU ten years ago, you never dared to go beyond a friendship with Spencer even when it was evident that there was more than that between you both. Pining for each other for a long time, finally, Spencer got the confidence to confess his love for you. You launched into his arms, admitting you felt the same. That’s how your relationship as a couple started.

Now you lived together, and things have been pretty good, like a honeymoon, you would have said.

-

Arriving in Los Angeles, everyone got into the business. Tracking the unsub became more complicated than you thought, and you started to feel the pressure. Rossi would get married in two days, so you needed to catch this guy soon.

After a deep digging, you got a name.

The bad news was that the unsub kidnapped two people and was on the run.

You were assigned to patrolling the streets with Luke when the police radio announced they had the unsub’s car in sight.

JJ and Spencer were nearest him, so they went into the chase.

But none of you expected the unsub would take them as hostages in a locked store.

For several minutes you didn’t have eyes or ears for what was happening. Garcia only could make one camera work.

The situation was tense, and you feared the worst.

Then shots were heard, and you and the team stomped into the store.

Relief washed over you when you saw JJ and Spencer alive and well. The unsub was dead.

You couldn’t help but hug your boyfriend. Spencer hugged you back tightly before a paramedic approached to check his injuries: a cut on his right hand.

You then went to check on JJ, who seemed still in shock. She barely said a word to you, but you understood. Spencer looked equally shocked, if you were honest.

None of you knew what really happened inside. None of you could hear what they said, and not Spencer nor JJ detailed much of that. But it would be time for that later. Now you needed to pack and run to the jet to return home.

The flight was very silent. You saw Spencer looking through the window and inadvertently rubbing his bandaged hand from time to time.

“Hey, are you okay? It hurts?” You asked, concerned. He turned to see you.

“Uh? A little. But it’s nothing. I’m okay,” he smiled, grasping your hand with his not-bandaged one. You smiled back, leaning your head on Spencer’s shoulder.

-

Spencer could be a very particular man. He is usually very talkative regarding things that produce enthusiasm in him. His tendency to ramble is one of his characteristic treats, and you love it.

On the other hand, when something stressful happens to him, Spencer doesn’t speak much and has a hard time expressing his feelings.

But after years of knowing each other, he is more open to you. Your strategy has been to give him time to process first. Spencer knows he can talk to you when he’s ready to. That’s why you didn’t push it when he kept quiet after the jet touched down in Virginia that morning.

In the apartment, he stayed contemplative and barely said a word. Surely he needed time to process the last case.

At Rossi’s wedding the next day, he looked more present, and you could tell he enjoyed the party.

But his pensive look returned after he went for a glass of water at the bar. You saw him talking to JJ for a while. You didn’t say anything at the time, but you made a mental note to ask later.

That night you wanted to spice things. Seeing him in a tuxedo did nothing for you but want him. To you, he is the sexiest man walking the earth, and you needed to have him. Besides, you thought a bit of intimacy could help Spencer unwind from whatever was bothering him.

The making-out session was heating the mood, but when you straddled him and started playing with his shirt buttons, he suddenly stopped you.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, concerned.

“Uh - I’m sorry. It’s late already, and we need to sleep,” Spencer said, averting his gaze from you.

“Oh, okay. But we could sleep better after a bit of loving, you know?” you suggested seductively, kissing his jaw. But Spencer didn’t budge, and you wouldn’t force him either. He apologizes again, and you only told him it was okay, that you weren’t mad or anything.

And it was true that you weren’t mad, although you were confused and a bit worried.

In the following weeks, Spencer seemed more like himself, though. So you thought he had already moved on from Los Angeles’s case.

But you noticed that something between Spencer and JJ was off. They barely talked. You didn’t know why. It‘s like they felt awkward in the presence of each other. Spencer never mentioned to you that they fought or anything. You felt bad because whatever it was, it seemed that they were hurt by it.

You tried to talk to Spencer about what was happening between them, but he avoided the topic every time you brought it.

One day even you dared to ask JJ what was going on, and she looked at you in horror.

“What do you mean what’s going on between Spencer and me?” She asked defensively.

“Precisely that. You barely talk to each other. I’m worried because you are best friends; lately, it looks like anything but that. Can I help?”

JJ‘s look was a mix of empathy and... guilt? You didn’t know why, though. Grabbing your hand, she told you everything was just fine.

You assumed they talked at some point because you saw them interact a bit more some weeks after you spoke to JJ.

Deciding that it wasn’t your problem to solve, you focused on the cases that kept coming to the BAU.

-

A couple of months later, Everett Linch’s daughter’s escape from prison ended with JJ suffering a GSW. You and Spencer found her bleeding in a parking garage. It was shocking to see, and you could tell that Spencer almost freaked out. So you kept calm and helped JJ stay awake until the ambulance arrived.

As the ER staff took care of JJ, you called the team and William. You both sat in the waiting room. Spencer’s look was blank.

“She’s gonna be okay,” you soothed him. Spencer looked at you, and you didn’t know why he seemed guilty if none of that was his fault.

The poor William couldn’t understand what happened, so you tried to recount the facts and keep his spirit high.

The minutes turned into hours. At some point, Will needed to pick up the boys, but he didn’t want to tell them what happened until JJ could be out of danger. So you volunteered to help him and keep the kids occupied for a while.

“Hey, I’m going with Will to pick up the boys. It’s that okay?” You asked Spencer, who only nodded.

Exhaustion and nervousness were written all over his face.

“I love you,” you mumbled, kissing his forehead. And he only returned a weary smile.

You knew Spencer was having a hard time, but something in your chest ached when he didn’t say it back. You brushed off the feeling and focused on helping Will.

Henry and Michael were the cutest boys in the world. You tried to keep them entertained so they couldn’t notice their dad’s worry and their mom’s absence.

Spencer didn’t text or call you. Will did it some hours after, saying JJ was out of danger and that he would take the boys to see her later.

Relief came to you. JJ would be okay.

William wanted to prepare Henry and Michael first, so he told you if you wanted to return to the hospital, it was okay. You agreed to that because you were worried about Spencer.

As you reached the hospital room, you listened to Spencer and JJ’s voices. You smiled because she was awake. It was a sign that the worst was over. But you stopped in your tracks when you heard JJ crying. Confused, you didn’t know if it was a good idea to come in. Were they arguing? Maybe you shouldn’t be there eavesdropping on a conversation that wasn’t to do with you. But you were curious.

“I’m so sorry, Spence. Since what happened in Los Angeles, we have been distant, and it’s my fault,” JJ sniffled.

Your eyes widened when she mentioned Los Angeles. Was she referring to the case you had months ago?

“Don’t be sorry. It’s okay,” Spencer soothed her. His voice was trembling, though. You could tell he wanted to cry.

“It’s not. You know it,” JJ insisted.

What was not okay? What happened that night when they were both hostages? You racked your brain, thinking about what this was all about.

“But it’s not your fault. I would never think it is,” Spencer declared.

“I thought that I would take this secret to the grave. And then the unsub was pushing me, and I said it. And then, at Rossi’s wedding, when you asked me if I meant it, I didn’t want to admit that I meant it. That I do love you,” she blurted out.

Suddenly your stomach twisted, your throat went dry, and you even found breathing difficult. Did you hear correctly?

It was hard to process those words, but in a matter of seconds, your mind wandered to each moment in the past months. Then everything made sense. You remembered pretty well how shocked Spencer seemed after the hostage situation, how JJ avoided looking at you. Then the silent flight. You remembered how Spencer’s mood changed after talking to JJ at Rossi’s wedding. How reluctant he was to touch you for weeks. The following cases in which he barely spoke to her, and the awkward looks between them. How bad he looked the past hours, maybe thinking he wouldn’t see her again.

Every piece fits perfectly.

“But, you do?” Spencer’s voice cracked.

“Yes. God. I’m so sorry, Spence. Sometimes I think about what would have happened if things were different.”

‘If things were different.’ You felt so stupid.

How couldn’t you see it before?

Quickly you made your way out of the hospital, getting up to your car and driving. Where? You weren’t quite sure. Anywhere but there.

As you drove through the streets of DC, your head echoed the words you had just heard repeatedly. And now what? You asked yourself. You shouldn’t know about this in theory, but was it possible to ignore it? No. Maybe you would if it was anyone else, but not when it comes to JJ.

You know there was history between them. You knew Spencer was in love with JJ years ago. But they ended up best friends afterward. You were very aware of how important JJ is to Spencer and vice-versa. But was she important enough to jeopardize your relationship with him? Would it ignite the spark between them now that Spencer knows her feelings?

The tears made driving difficult, so you pulled into a store’s parking lot.

You stayed there for an undetermined time. It must have been quite a while because your cell phone went off with Spencer’s name displayed on the screen.

You would have liked to continue in ignorance, so you would not have to pretend everything was fine. You couldn’t, so you texted Spencer that you returned to the BAU to help the team and not the hospital, as you said to Will earlier.

At the BAU, after discovering what Linch did to her daughter, there wasn’t much more to do, so Emily sent everyone home. Spencer arrived just before you could leave the building. He rushed by your side, showing a worried look.

“Hey, I heard what happened,” Spencer said, trying to reach your hand with his. But you did as if you didn’t notice, switching your bag in your hands to avoid his touch.

“Yeah. We lost him,” you confirmed. “Now Emily sent us home. Rossi is the one talking to Roberta.”

“Okay, let’s go then,” he tried to grab your bag this time, but you didn’t let him.

“Maybe you should talk to Emily first. You know, filling her about the past hours.”

You wanted to go home, avoiding talking to him. Spencer frowned; he noticed something was off with you.

“I’m sure she will go to the hospital right now; I don’t think...”

“You need to, Spencer. It’s protocol,” you cut him off. Spencer was taken aback by your reaction, but he blamed the stress.

“Okay. Okay, you are right. Would you wait for me for a couple of minutes?”

“I better go home now. I’m exhausted. See you later.”

Without a goodbye kiss or any affection demonstration, you left the bullpen.

Spencer now was confused.

Did he do something? Why were you upset?

That question hovered in Spencer’s mind on his way home. It didn’t help that the apartment was strangely quiet. You weren’t in the living room or the kitchen. He assumed you were taking a bath, but to his surprise, you were in bed, covered to your nose with the comforter.

“Hey, are you okay?” Spencer asked you in a soft voice. He knew you weren’t sleeping.

“Just tired,” you mumbled.

“Do you need anything? Can I get you a cup of tea or...?”

“I just need to sleep, Spencer. That’s all.” You cut him off. You didn’t want to sleep, but you couldn’t face him without replaying the words you heard in the hospital.

Spencer didn’t push. He got ready for bed in silence and joined you a bit later.

He contemplated you for a while, and although he couldn’t see your face, Spencer knew you were lying.

He would ask you what happened in the morning.

When Spencer awoke the next day, your spot in bed was empty and cold. You weren’t in the apartment either. He called you, but you didn’t answer. Just before he started to freak out, you texted him not to worry that you were helping your sister in a little ‘family emergency.’ That was another lie. You just wanted to avoid talking to him. What could you possibly say? If he didn’t tell you what happened before, it was evident that he didn’t want you to know.

-

You kept the secret for yourself and tried to go on with life. But it didn’t feel okay.

Your insecurities made their appearance and haunted your mind.

Maybe Spencer didn’t love you. Perhaps you were just his second-best after JJ.

You knew things were complicated: JJ was married and had kids. But love doesn’t care about social roles.

What if the love they shared was greater than everything else?

You were only a hindrance now, even if Spencer didn’t say it.

He knew something was off with you. He tried to make you talk but with no avail. Things between you both turned cold and distant. And that only increased your feeling of being a nuisance for him. You averted his touch, too; you didn’t want to have sex, thinking he wanted to do it only for pity or stress relief.

Two weeks passed, and the cases on the BAU kept coming. You were somewhat grateful for that because that gave you an excuse not to be alone with Spencer all day.

Even if you shared a bed, you weren’t affectionate with each other at night. There was always an excuse for you, and you supposed Spencer believed you. But he didn’t. Spencer started to think you were looking for a reason to break up with him, and he didn’t know why. He was afraid of even bringing up the topic. So neither of you dared to talk about the elephant in the room.

-

After JJ returned to work, Rossi invited the team to dinner at his house. You weren’t too enthusiastic about it, but it would be odd if Spencer shows up and you don’t.

So there you were, holding your sixth glass of wine. Maybe drinking too much wasn’t the smart choice, but you didn’t feel like being sober.

For days you were trying to build up the courage to talk to Spencer. But that would mean you needed to tell him what you knew. And after weeks, it felt wrong to bring it up. So you felt trapped.

But that night at Rossi’s, though? You were so fed up that you didn’t care a shit anything.

Maybe the universe was giving you a sign.

You especially thought about that when JJ stood from her chair with a glass of wine in hand.

“I want to make a toast for us. For our honest friendship. For being for each other and supporting us in the good and the bad times. For speaking from the truth and loving each other like the family we are,” she said, looking at everyone at the table. But you could swear that her gaze lingered over Spencer.

Maybe the alcohol in your system made you feel it worse, but those words were anything but accurate for you. Honest friendship? When you knew she was hiding one of her biggest secrets from all of you. What about Spencer? He was hiding this from you too. Was he still thinking about it? Did he consider it? Above all, he didn’t say anything. Whenever you asked him what was happening, he said it was nothing. And who else knew? Rossi? Maybe Emily? Yeah, perhaps you were being paranoid. But it felt so fake and condescending that you wanted to throw up.

The ‘past you’ would have kept her mouth shut. But you were done. It had been exhausting weeks since you discovered the truth. So, what the hell? Why not end this for once?

After everyone said “cheers” and sipped their beverage, you cleared your throat so the team could focus on you. Spencer looked at you, surprised; he knew you weren’t keen to do speeches. But lately, he felt like he didn’t know much about you.

“What a wonderful toast, JJ! It’s amazing to see you talking like that. And it’s amazing how wrong you are!” You laughed before sipping your wine. The team’s faces changed from amused to confused. Spencer turned to you, but you ignored him. JJ frowned, and a nervous smile spotted on her lips.

“What do you mean? It was just...” she started to explain, but you cut her off.

“A toast! I know! But I’m sorry, I’m done with your bullshit, you know? Oh! So sorry. Did I say it aloud?” you mocked, shooking your head.

It was nice to feel that adrenaline in your body—the adrenaline of finally saying what was in your mind, even if it was politically incorrect.

“(Y/N), I think you shouldn’t keep drinking,” Spencer intervened, trying to grab your glass of wine. You moved your hand to avoid that.

“No, no, no. You don’t have the right to tell me what I should or should not do. None of you! Especially when you are hiding something from me!” You raised your voice, pointing your finger to JJ. She looked at Spencer, who was confused but, for the most part, worried. He never saw you like this. Yes, you have been tipsy before, but you usually are what they call a ‘pacific drunk.’ What changed now?

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” JJ said, visibly uncomfortable.

“You don’t? Well, I guess you need a fresh reminder. Why you don’t tell us what really happened in that store in Los Angeles some months ago, uh?”

Spencer and JJ’s faces were pure panic now.

“Hey, kiddo. It’s celebrating time; why do you slow down a bit?” Rossi suggested.

“I’m sorry, Dave, but I will not. Not until you both tell the truth,” you said, pointing to Spencer and JJ. “I don’t think it would be hard; we are like a family, right?” You told them sardonically.

“(Y/N) stop,” Spencer interjected, but you wouldn’t listen to him. You wanted her to say it, admit it.

“Tell them! Don’t let them find out as I did!” You demanded.

JJ’s eyes swelled with tears.

“Don’t do this. (Y/N), please,” she begged.

“(Y/N), we can talk about this later,” Spencer tried to persuade you.

You rolled your eyes and scoffed.

“Now you want to talk about that? That’s a change!”

Emily sensing what would happen next, made a sign to the rest of the team to leave and enter the house. Everyone quickly moved inside, leaving you there with Spencer and JJ.

“Where are you all going? You are going to miss the fun here!” You called, but no one dared to respond.

Annoyed, you drank the remained wine in your glass. JJ was doing everything in her power not to cry, and Spencer shifted in his weight, uncomfortable.

“Well. The audience left. I’m waiting,” you insisted.

“How did you find out?” Spencer asked.

“Are you truly asking me that? Fuck you, Spencer. I’m a damn profiler. And on top of that, your fucking girlfriend. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

“It’s not what you think...” JJ tried to explain, but you cut her off.

“And what I’m thinking? That you love him? Is it not like that?”

“We are just friends,” JJ pointed. You huffed a laugh.

“I didn’t say you weren’t. But you confessed to being in love with him. And did you occur that it would not be consequences? How naive, JJ. I thought you were clever enough,” you chastised her.

“I - I should have...” JJ trailed off, trying to clarify.

“(Y/N), this doesn’t have to do with us,” Spencer said as his hand reached for yours with no success.

“I’m very aware. Because I know it has to do with you and her!” You yelled to Spencer, who now understood the past weeks between you both. He felt like a complete idiot.

“No! I would never interfere in your relationship,” JJ cried.

“Yeah. I heard when you said you wanted to take the secret to the grave. But you didn’t, and now you have this man debating about what to do. And don’t tell me you didn’t think about it, Spencer,” you said, now shifting your gaze to him.

“No! Of course not! I’m with you, for God’s sake!” Spencer chimed.

“Wrong answer, genius. You are with me, but you can be with her. I’m sure Will can be nice enough to make room for the three of you in his house. You can raise the kids together. Like a happy modern family!”

“Now you are talking nonsenses,” Spencer scoffed.

“Don’t you dare to talk about my husband and kids in that way, (Y/N)” JJ warned you; she was no longer crying.

“Oh! The mamma bear is here! Don’t fool me with that. You told Spencer that you might have a chance if things were different. So why not? Let’s make it different!”

“Why are you doing this? I love you (Y/N),” Spencer tried to reason with you.

“Are you sure about that? Then why do I feel like your second best, uh?” You asked, feeling the ache in your chest. Saying it aloud hurt you more than you thought it would.

“That’s not true!”

“C’mon, Spencer; you have been in love with her since day one. When I joined the team was public knowledge you were pinning for JJ. But yeah, she had Will’s baby, then married him. Things got messy, but I’m sure your feelings are still there.”

“She is my best friend!” Spencer yelled.

“And the love of your life. Don’t let someone like me interfere with your happiness,” you sneered. God, you needed another drink.

“Are you really thinking my feelings for you are nothing?”

You thought about that for a second. Yeah, maybe Spencer has feelings for you. But you were almost sure that love wasn’t one of them.

“(Y/N), Spencer loves you!” JJ tried to convince you, but you looked at her with skepticism.

“Why should I believe what you say, uh?”

“Because it’s true! That’s why I didn’t say anything. This - this mess is in my head, non in Spencer’s. And it’s my problem, not him or yours,” she explained, sniffling again.

“So it’s true,” you pointed.

“You really want me to say it?” JJ asked, hurt written on her face.

“Are you brave enough?” You challenged her.

JJ kept silent for a moment, but she bit the bullet anyway.

“Yes! I love Spencer, okay? That’s what you wanted to hear? Uh? Do you want to hear that I’m in love with him and that I’ll always love him? What else? Do you want me to say that I wish he weren’t in a relationship with you so I could have his full attention on me?” JJ spat. The nerves and stress made her lose composure.

“Jennifer, stop!” Spencer cut her off harshly.

“No! Let her talk!” You insisted.

“No. It’s enough. You are drunk (Y/N). And this is not the place either. I’m sorry if I pushed you to this, but you must stop,” Spencer begged.

You sighed dramatically. Maybe you shouldn’t be doing this, but you reached your limit.

“Fine. I already said what I had to say anyway. Keep enjoying the night,” you told them, walking to the house. Passing by JJ’s side, you stopped for a second. “You can keep him. You always had him.”

The hot air in the living room contrasted with the chill outside, and you felt dizzy. You didn’t even notice Spencer behind you as you didn’t notice the rest of the team looking at you.

“Let’s go home,” Spencer told you softly, settling a hand on your arm.

“I’m not going anywhere with you. Don’t touch me!” You cried out, yanking your arm from him.

“(Y/N), please...” Spencer argued.

“I think it’s better if she comes with me,” Tara interrupted, looking at Spencer to agree that it was the best for now.

“My sweet Tara is saving my ass again,” you giggled. Your inebriated state was taking a toll on you. You only wanted to run away from there. Tara helped you put your coat on and led you to her car.

You didn’t remember much after that. Your brain shut down until the next morning when the sunlight and the worst headache in the world woke you up. Your head was throbbing, and you felt your mouth dry.

With difficulty, you got up from bed and padded to the kitchen, where Tara was eating breakfast.

“Good morning. Coffee?” She offered, standing from her seat to grab a mug for you.

“Please. Thank you,” you replied, sitting on the barstool in front of Tara.

She handed you the mug and sat again to finish her breakfast. Tara didn’t want to bother you, so she kept respectfully silent.

Sipping your coffee, flashbacks from the previous night came to your mind. You couldn’t help but wince at the memory.

“What did I do, Tara?” Your question was primarily rhetorical, but you wanted to know how far the team knew.

“I can partially answer that. Considering that we were inside the house when you, Reid, and JJ were yelling outside,” she told you, sipping her remaining coffee.

“Did you hear what I said there?”

“Not quite. Emily didn’t let us. But it wasn’t difficult to guess,” Tara shrugged.

“Fuck,” you cursed under your breath.

“Privacy would have been better to discuss something like that, but I guess you had your reasons,” she reassured you.

“Yeah, I have. But now I’m the hysterical girlfriend,” you winced.

“I don’t think you are. We are profilers (Y/N). We noticed it too,” Tara reassured you.

“You knew it?”

“No. Reid and JJ didn’t tell anyone. And they should have their reasons too. I’m not exempting them from liability. I’m just saying it’s complicated.”

“I guess. But at some point, knowing it and not saying anything was too much for me,” you explained, trying to make sense of the last events.

“You don’t have to justify yourself (Y/N). It’s something you need to talk about with Reid. Speaking of, he called a few times this morning. He is worried,” she informed you.

“I don’t fucking care,” you mumbled, your anger boosting again.

“I need to disagree on that,” Tara pointed. You shook your head.

“It’s already done anyway. Spencer can be free now. Do with his life whatever he pleases.”

“Did you break up last night?”

“I guess so. I don’t remember much, but considering what happened, it would be enough to do so.”

As a cue, Your phone went off. It was Spencer. You squeezed your eyes shut.

“You would have to talk to him at some point,” she reminded you.

Tara was right. But not for now, so you declined the call.

You let out a deep sigh. Tara poured more coffee into your mug; you surely needed it.

“You can take a shower and stay all the time you need,” she offered.

“Thank you, Tara. Really. I appreciate what you did for me last night and now.”

“Don’t mention it. I’m glad to be helpful.”

You stayed at Tara’s for a few hours. You took a shower and had lunch. That way, your hangover subsided during the afternoon. You knew you had to come back to the apartment and talk to Spencer, but you needed to be prepared for whatever outcome.

Around six, you were opening the apartment door. Spencer was on the couch reading a book. Once he heard your key on the lock, his eyes focused on the entrance.

“Hey,” Spencer stood quickly from the couch when you entered.

“Hey,” you parroted, biting your lower lip.

“Uh - I tried to call you. How do you feel?” He asked cautiously.

“Not hangover, at least. Sleep, coffee, and shower helped.”

“Okay. Good.”

An awkward silence settled between you both. Neither you nor Spencer didn’t know how to address the topic. You knew you had to, but you were afraid of the consequences. You were sure your relationship with Spencer was over, and it would take him just a few minutes to admit he loved JJ.

It was for the best anyway; you didn’t think you could bear the thought of his longing for another woman.

“Just give me some says to pack my things, and I’ll leave, okay?” You said, pinching the bridge of your nose and trying to conceal the pain you felt.

Spencer looked at you in shock.

“What - what are you talking about? Leave? Why?”

“Please, Spencer. We know this could happen sooner or later. I don’t want to be a burden to you,” you mumbled.

“(Y/N), stop that!” He demanded, approaching and urging you to look at him. ”Just stop assuming things that are not true, okay?”

You looked at him in disbelief.

“They aren’t true? I don’t think...”

“Yeah, exactly! They aren’t!” He yelled to cut you off. You cringed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell. Just... Please, can you listen to me for a minute? Let me explain, okay?”

Bad idea or not, he didn’t have the chance to say anything before. You didn’t consider it necessary because things were crystal clear for you.

“You don’t have to tell me what I already know, Spencer.”

“Please?”

You let out a deep sigh. Spencer wouldn’t stop until you listened to him. You nodded, folding your arms over your chest. Spencer cleared his throat.

“I know I should have said something before. I did notice your discomfort in the past weeks, but it didn’t occur to me that you heard us talking in the hospital room.

I’m not going to lie (Y/N). When JJ said ‘that’ in Los Angeles, I froze; I never expected something remotely close to that. And it’s the truth. Maybe ten years ago, it would have been something to make things different in my life, but it isn’t now. Not after I met you, not after all we have been through.

If I looked lost and confused, it wasn’t because I had doubts about us or my feeling for you. It was because I worried that our friendship with JJ to change. JJ is my best friend. It’s been like that for years, and I wouldn’t like to change it.” Spencer explained, looking at you directly in the eyes.

“Even if she admitted her true feelings?”

You knew Spencer wouldn’t have done anything about his love for her because he didn’t think she felt the same. But now? That was your worst fear: the open door.

“Yes. Because what I feel for JJ it’s completely different from what I feel for you. I can’t love her the way I love you even if I tried.”

Spencer took a step closer to you, tentatively reaching out to rest his hand over your shoulder. You did let him do it. His touch was warm and welcoming, but you still couldn’t brush out the internal voice in your head telling you that Spencer was only pitying you.

“So why you didn’t tell me? What were you afraid of?” You asked, shifting in your spot, Spencer’s hand falling to his side.

“This exact scenario, I guess. I didn’t want to put a shadow of a doubt on you. But it happened nonetheless, and I was dumb thinking that if I didn’t say anything, things would be okay,” Spencer admitted.

“That’s what I can’t understand. I thought you trusted me, Spencer. I asked you about it so many times that I lost count. How do you expect me to believe you? You hid it from me!”

A new wave of rage ran through your veins, remembering the nights you fell asleep silently crying, looking at Spencer sleeping peacefully as your brain was telling you he didn’t love you anymore.

“I know. I know, and I’m so sorry. It was stupid. I messed it up. I didn’t want you to hold a grudge against JJ, so I kept it to myself. It was a mistake,” he apologized.

“And she talking about friendship and honesty last night? So out of place.” You scoffed. Spencer down cast his gaze.

“Not very fortunate. I know.”

“JJ honestly thought that wouldn’t have any consequences?” You mused. You were angry at her because of all this mess, but primarily because she chose that from all the things she could have said.

“I don’t think she thought about that when it happened. It was a moment with a lot of pressure, so I guess she didn’t think of that,” Spencer hypothesized.

A silence settled between the two of you. Spencer was trying to figure out what you were thinking. You were internally fighting to decide if you wanted to believe him or not. After a moment, you spoke again.

“You regret it?”

Spencer frowned.

“Regret what?”

“Not making a move on her years ago?”

Spencer shook his head, narrowing his eyes.

“No. Why should I?”

“Because you two would have ended together. It’s not difficult to picture you both as a couple. JJ is pretty, intelligent, caring, strong, and badass. I get it; it’s not hard to fall in love with her,” you shrugged.

“Don’t say that as if you weren’t all those things and even more!” Spencer protested.

“Well, I’m not, Spencer! At least not like her,” you yelled, tears pricking your eyes.

“Hey! Look at me!” Spencer tilted your chin so you could look at him.

“You don’t need to be like her because you’re amazing! And I love you just the way you are. (Y/N), you are the one for me. You are not my second best. You are my only best. There is no person more perfect to me than you. Why is it so difficult to believe?”

You let out a raging sob.

“I don’t know! Jeez, Spencer. Sometimes it’s difficult to believe I’m enough for you when you can be with anyone else.”

“Well, you should start to believe it (Y/N). And I’m sorry if I have failed to prove it. What can I say or do to show you how I see you?”

Spencer asked, grabbing your hand in his and stroking your left cheek with his free one. You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes.

“(Y/N)... you are the most exceptional human being I had the luck to know and love.”

You opened your eyes and saw him with his gaze on you. His hazel eyes were staring at you intensely as if they could look at your soul.

“Crossing paths with you was the best thing that ever happened to me. Do you know what Morgan said to me on your first day at the BAU, seeing that I couldn’t stop looking at you? ‘Oh, pretty boy, you’re so whipped,’ and he was right,” he chuckled, using his other hand to stroke your right cheek.

“You enchanted me the moment I saw you, and it was so hard trying to get you out of my mind. I knew I had no chance with you. How could I? It was impossible that a person so beautiful, brilliant, vibrant, and brave could love someone as damaged as me. And you proved me wrong. You gave me your heart; I swear it’s my most beloved possession. I’m sorry if I haven’t taken care of it properly. I’m sorry if I hurt you and made you doubt my love for you.”

You had to admit Spencer has a thing with words. They touched your heart. Nonetheless, you inspected his eyes to see any sign of deception, and you found none.

“I love you, Spencer,” you mumbled. Spencer smiled, drying your tears with his thumbs.

“And I love you. So so much. I’m sorry for making you doubt that way. I promise you that my feelings didn’t change in the slightest after Los Angeles. And they will never change (Y/N). Never,” Spencer assured you, now grasping your hands and kissing your knuckles.

“Now I feel bad for the hard time I gave you last night,” you apologized, feeling embarrassed for how you acted in Rossi’s. Spencer shook his head.

“None of that. You don’t have to apologize. It’s my fault for not noticing something was wrong. You didn’t know, and you were afraid. I get it.”

You let out a deep breath. You were no longer crying, and your chest felt lighter. Looking at Spencer, you got lost in his eyes. In your mind, just one thing: kiss him. It seemed Spencer could hear your thoughts because slowly, he leaned. At mid-way, your lips met. A sweet kiss full of love. You tilted your head and put your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. You missed your boyfriend. You missed the tenderness between the two of you. Spencer’s hands found your waist and pulled you tightly against his body. He missed you too, and he needed to show you he wasn’t going anywhere.

When you parted for air, Spencer pecked your nose and your forehead.

“I love you. Please, don’t think otherwise,” Spencer whispered. You hummed in agreement and pulled him for another kiss. This one was more heated and passionate. You could feel the longing in Spencer’s lips as his tongue swiped your lower lip. A moan made you part your lips, and Spencer took that chance to explore your mouth with his tongue. You lightly tugged the hair on the nape of his neck, making him groan.

“I’ve missed you,” you mumbled on his lips.

“Me too. Would you let me show you how much?” Spencer asked you. You could see the look that never fails to make your knees weak: pupils dilated and eyes full of lust.

You nodded, feeling the heat running through your body.

“I could start with how I missed your lips. Your plump and kissable lips.” Spencer pecked them before brushing your lower lip with his thumb.

His touch sent shivers down your spine.

“They do things to me, you know? Like when you pout as you’re deep in thinking or when you part them the times I’m pleasuring you. And what can I say about the little noises that escape from them when I worship you.”

You couldn’t stop the whimper that left your mouth—arousal filling your body. Spencer’s fingers were dancing down your collarbone, never breaking eye contact.

“Spencer...” You moaned, eyes lost in his gaze. Words failed you to say how much you needed him. But he understood. He knew you better than yourself.

“Shush. It’s okay, sweetheart. Let me take care of you. Let me show you I mean it,” he cooed, trailing kisses from your cheeks to your jaw and neck.

“Mmm.”

The pleasure was so overwhelming that you only could make sounds. Spencer didn’t think twice and left wet open-mouth kisses on your skin. You threw back your head to give him better access.

“I love your neck. It’s so sensitive and smells delicious. My lips could stay here forever, kissing, sucking, marking...”

The action itself punctuated each word.

You were positive that you’d find out a trail of hickies tomorrow. But you didn’t care.

“Spencer, please...”

“Yes, sweetheart. I’m here,” he mumbled, leaving traces of his touch on your covered skin. But you needed more. Your clothes were an obstacle you couldn’t stand for another minute.

Parting from his kisses, you grabbed Spencer’s hand and led him to your bedroom. Illuminated only with the dim light from the hallway, you make him sit on the edge of the bed as you peel out your clothes, tossing the garments anywhere in the room. Spencer’s eyes roamed your body, licking his lips in anticipation. You are gorgeous and flawless. You are beyond perfect. He doesn’t understand why you can’t see that.

Your naked form approached him, your hands moving to his shirt buttons. As your fingers fumbled, trying to reveal the skin of his chest, Spencer’s hands clutched your breasts, leaning to lick your hard nipples. You couldn’t help the moan that ripped from you, making your task of undressing him more difficult.

“Am I distracting you?” Spencer teased as he alternated his attention from one breast to the other.

“Very much so,” you protested, heavily breathing due to how sensitive your nipples were. Spencer smirked and gave you a truce, leaning back in the bed and resting on his elbows. You bit your lower lip to resume your task. In minutes, his clothes were on the floor, and you were pulled to the bed by Spencer. Your back on the mattress as he hovered over you.

“So beautiful. So gorgeous.” Spencer praised, peppering kisses on your skin.

“You are one to talk,” you teased, letting out a half sigh and half moan. Spencer’s mouth on your body didn’t do anything but set your body on fire. His kisses trailed down, reaching your hips and then your thighs. Out of instinct, you parted your legs, revealing to him all of you. Spencer growled at the sight.

“I’m going to make you feel good. The way you deserve, sweetheart.”

Then he dove between your legs to fulfill that promise. And God, he did it right.

His tongue was gentle but hungry, and his fingers explored every part of you. Your moans and cries rewarded his touch. You were lost in delight, and Spencer couldn’t be more satisfied seeing how he could give you such pleasure.

A scream of his name told Spencer you were close. To make you fall to the edge, he sped his motions: tongue and fingers moving faster in you.

“I’m - oh!” You whimpered.

“I know. Let me feel you, my love. Let me drink all of you,” Spencer demanded, moaning in your core. That did the trick. You reached your pick, and the coil in your lower stomach snapped. A cry of pleasure left your lungs as your back arched, and your muscles tensed only to relax as you descended from your high.

Spencer repositioned by your side on the mattress, looking at you with adoration in his eyes. You looked at him back, lids half-open, still regulating your breathing.

“I love you, Spencer,” you mumbled. He beamed at you. His hazel eyes shone in the dim light coming from the hallway.

“I love you too, (Y/N). You and only you,” he said as he leaned down to kiss you. It was a sweet kiss, but you still needed more. You both needed more.

“Make me yours,” you requested on Spencer’s lips. “And remind me who you belong.”

Spencer moaned, feeling his hardness twitch over your thigh.

He kissed you again, this time with purpose and passion. His body was in flames, and in his mind, just one thought: ‘she’s mine, I’m hers.’

Kneeling between your legs, Spencer parted from your kiss to look into your eyes. You nodded, telling him you were ready for him. Barely blinking, he aligned in your entrance - the gates of Heaven, he could say.

Slowly he made room for him in you. Spencer bottomed out and stilled for a moment so you could be accustomed to him inside of you. The feeling made you both moan at the same time.

When you slightly started to rock your hips, Spencer knew you were ready. He retracted almost completely to snap his hips forward again, setting a steady and slow pace, savoring each part he could reach inside you.

“Oh God, Spencer...” His gaze on you as he thrust again and again. You were so immersed in his pace that you only wanted this moment not to end. He was equally focused on you.

“Fuck. You feel so so good (Y/N),” Spencer panted. Sweat glistened on his forehead and chest.

“Spencer, please. Harder,” you demanded.

You wanted to feel everything. You wanted to blend your body with his.

The way you both moved in unison only made your need and love for that man grow. How could you even think of a life without him?

Spencer’s gaze was on you all the time. Even if the pleasure was intense and his eyes fought to squeeze shut, he didn’t want to miss this moment. He needed to commit to his memory your eyes full of craving and passion; how your body contorted in pleasure; how your lips parted, gasping for air.

You were so close again, and you knew Spencer was too. His movements were more sloppy and frantic.

“So so close...” you cried.

“I’m right behind you, my love,” he panted.

Spencer knew what to say to push you and him toward your climaxes.

“Cum for me, sweetheart. Show me - show me who I belong (Y/N),” he chanted as his breathing sped with each thrust.

“Spencer!” You wailed. Spencer’s words pushing you to the edge.

“I’ve got you. Let it go,” Spencer mumbled on your lips.

And you did. Your toes curled, and waves of pleasure ran through your body. Your sight went blank, and you swore you didn’t have an orgasm that strong before. The sensation was much better as you heard Spencer grunting and felt his warmth filling you.

“So so good, sweetheart. I love you,” Spencer panted, collapsing on top of you and descending from his high. “My only love, my only one,” he slurred, muffling his words in your neck.

“I love you, Spencer,” you exhaled, stroking his damped hair and kissing his temple.

Still regulating your breathing, Spencer showed your neck and shoulders with little kisses. Your fingers massaged his scalp and drew irregular patterns on his back.

After some minutes, Spencer pulled out of you and headed to the bathroom, looking for something to clean you off. Methodically he removed from you the traces of his and your desire. Once ready, both climbed under the covers, snuggling. Spencer tucked his arm around your shoulder as you rested your head on his chest.

“Are you okay?” Spencer asked quietly. You hummed.

“I am now,” you whispered.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I should have told you what was going on. I promise not to make the same mistake again. I frankly don’t know what I would do without you in my life, and I hope you can see that,” he declared, kissing the top of your head.

“And I don’t know what would I do without you in mine. I guess my insecurities took the best of me. You know I’m usually not like that, but - ” you trailed off.

“You don’t have to explain to me, sweetheart. If anything, this ordeal only confirms what I already knew,” he mumbled, stroking your hair.

“What is?” You asked, tilting up your head to look at him. You found your boyfriend’s lovesick gaze.

“That the past is the past, and you are my only present and future.”

You grinned at him, leaning up to kiss the man you love with your all heart.

Yeah, things could be messy sometimes, but you learned that you both were stronger enough to overcome anything.

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Oranges. (Matthew Gray Gubler)

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You sigh walking around the store a pounding in your head. You look around for some type of pain reliever and end up finding Tylenol and you set it in your cart being sensitive to loud noises. You yawn looking at your list picking up a few things through the way to the produce. You yawn again and turn a corner hitting someone with your cart.

“Oh gosh!! I’m so sorry are you okay?” you say worried as he laughs a bit shaking his head leaning down picking up his bag of oranges smiling

“I’m fine I just dropped my oranges.” He smile shrugging smiling at you and you few your heart racing a bit.

“I’m really sorry again.. are you sure you’re okay?” You ask again making sure not really wanting to stop talking to him and he chuckles

“Ya know actually my leg is hurting a bit maybe you should give me your number so I can call you.” He smirks and you blush brightly feeling your heart race

“is that a pickup line from the guy who is holding a bag of oranges?” You tease him and smiles

“Hey! Vitamin C is great for your health!” He says and you both laugh. “But I.. I never got your name..” he smiles and you smile back

“I’m (Y/N).” You smile and he nods

“I’m Matthew.” He says holding out his hand and you shake it him being extremely gentle and he smiles “So about that number?” He slips in a small smile on his face and you smile giving it to him and feeling your heart racing

“well I’ll be waiting for your call Matthew..” you say and he smiles

“call me Matt.. and if I can say I’m really happy you knocked my oranges out of my hand.” He teases and smiles waving softly before turning the corner leaving you smiling ear to ear so happy as you walk to the check out your head no longer hurting.