#spencer reid taylor songfic

[arkhamknightz]

CLOSURE

pairing: spencer reid x reader

summary; in which, spencer tries to fix his mistakes

warnings: angst, happy ending, fluff, as you can tell by both titles inspired by taylor’s evermore album!

notes: part 2 to tolerate it ! i’m really glad people actually enjoyed tolerate it, for anyone who asked for a part 2 or hoped for one this is for you! :) with help from @adhdannieedison !

A month had passed since that fight with Spencer. The letters had started a week and a half ago. First it started off with flowers at your door, a small note attached. “I’m sorry. I still think about you everyday.” You had been rotating through the clothes you had brought in your suitcase, as well as buying new ones.

You couldn’t go back to that apartment. You were staying with a friend, how Spencer got the address isn’t very surprising (thanks to Penelope) but he had started sending letters along with small gifts to the door every other day.

You regretted the fight with Spencer, well, regret isn’t the right word. You meant everything you said, although it wasn’t a secret your frustration got the best of you. Could you have dealt with that better? Yes, absolutely. But his handwriting of each letter of his name only brought an ache to your chest.

It wasn’t right, the way it all went down. He knows that, you know that. You could sense the hesitation in the letters you had received. You could practically feel the nerves radiating off the page, intertwined with the ink.

You were doing better, although you couldn’t bring yourself to write back. You’re sure he knew you were receiving the gifts. Otherwise he would’ve stopped sending them. It cut deep to know him as well as you did. With each letter on the page you could vision him writing them.

He would be sat at his desk at home, knowing he couldn’t bring himself to write them at work. If you inspected the page close enough, you could see very faint droplets. You knew Spencer well enough that he would try his best not to ruin the page, although it seemed like some days he never noticed they were there. His tears somewhat marked on the page.

You knew it was probably over. Maybe it was anger, maybe it was sadness masked as such. But you didn’t need his closure. You didn’t need to know what was running through his head the days he started ignoring you out of fear of what it could’ve been.

The way he looked at you that night, the way he spoke when he told you to stop talking. He spoke like you were some situation that needed to be handled. The way you imagined he would speak at work. You were fine with the spite bubbling in your chest. You were perfectly fine for the first week in the spare room, candles lit as tears rolled down your face with a drink in your hand.

Every time you closed your eyes you could feel his presence. You could feel the longing of his hand on your shoulder, soft kisses on your forehead and whispers of reassurance. It hurt to know him the way you did. It hurt knowing he threw something away so easily after building it for years.

You heard a knock on the door, your friend was out at work and you were sat on the couch filling out a form for work. Knowing what it was, you got up off the couch, setting your computer aside and walked over. You opened the door and there on the mat sat another envelope addressed to you, a small box from your favorite bakery sat under it.

You sighed and picked it up before closing the door and locking it, sitting back down before setting both of them on your lap. You looked into the box and softly smiled, your favorite dessert carefully placed into the box. You opened up the letter and pulled out the paper.

“I know I messed up. I can’t express that enough. I’m sorry I pushed you away. I’m sorry its taken me so long to properly address it. If i’m being quite honest I don’t know why I did the things I did. More of the matter why I stopped doing certain things. All I know is I miss the way you curled up into me in our shared bed. I haven’t been able to sleep there in the last month. I’m afraid if I sleep in our bed the scent of you would fade away.

I’m sorry for throwing what we had away so easily. I don’t know what caused me to act the way I did, or what caused me to lash out at you when you were only frustrated for all the right reasons. The team was right. It was never about work, but it also wasn’t about you. I can’t pinpoint what caused my behavior but all I know is I’m sorry. And I’ll spend every moment I can trying to show you that I mean that.

This might be a push, but it doesn’t hurt to try. Please, come home soon. I want to work this through. I want to be better for you. And I’m sorry that I wasn’t when I still had you with me. If you do decide to come home one day by some miracle, I’ll be waiting. I’d wait forever if I had to. I really hope you’re doing okay. I’m sorry for the damage I caused, theres not a single day that goes by where I don’t regret what I must’ve put you through.

Yours always, Spencer. x”

You sighed and wiped away the tear that had fell from your eye. You set the letter back into the envelope and put it on the coffee table in front of you. You had gotten a majority of your work done since that night, emotions fueling you to write your papers and get as much work done as you could.

You started going on runs in the park, music playing through your ears as you circled around the area. You really were doing better, the flood of any pain and love you had pushing you to grow and rediscover yourself. You didn’t need his closure, you were just a wrinkle in his life. His guilt was probably what caused him to reach out, but you didn’t need some fake insincere apology from him.

He was apologizing for himself, so he wouldn’t have to live with that guilt. Right? If he really felt bad he would’ve reached out to you sooner. Right? You found yourself making excuses for him again, anger starting to creep its way into your stomach. You loved him, you knew he cared about you. But all you could do was formulate bad intentions in your head.

By the time you ran into Spencer, you were out with your friend at a bar 3 weeks later. You didn’t expect to see him there, nor his entire team. You locked eyes with him from across the room, a tightening ache in your heart as you saw the distinct bags under his eyes, drink in his hand. You knew Spencer wasn’t fond of drinking. Although he did it every so often, he barely ever let himself get as drunk as he looked.

It hurt that you could see his tired features from so far away. Guilt started to slowly rise in your chest before you turned around and downed your drink. “Woah slow down there. What’s up?” You looked over at your friend. “He’s here. With his entire team.” Her eyes widened and she turned around to look around the bar, low and behold there she saw Spencer sitting at a table with a group of people.

“Do not turn around he’s walking- okay well stumbling this way.” You shut your eyes tightly as you heard him call out your name. You looked over at your friend who smiled in sympathy and walked away to go get a new drink. Your breath hitched as he stopped on the other side of you. “Hey.”

You could hear the crack of his voice, you missed the way he spoke to you at night, both of you laying in bed while you whispered sweet nothings to each-other. You turned around and smiled sadly. “Hey Spence” you saw him tear up at the nickname and you quickly panicked. “Hey hey, don’t cry please don’t cry.” He sniffled. “I missed you. I’m so so sorry.” A tear rolled down his cheek, your facial expression now mirroring his.

You could feel any anger you had towards him bubble away as you pulled him into a hug, his body shook against yours as he settled his head into your neck. Cracks in his voice muffled by your hair as he spoke. “I’m sorry. I know I fucked up. I fucked up so so badly. I’ve missed you so much I’m sorry I know you hate m-“ you quickly cut him off. “I’m still upset yes but I don’t hate you.”

You pulled away looking at him, his eyes red and puffy brimmed with tears. “I could never hate you.” You reached up to wipe away his tears, thumb brushing against his cheek which only made him cry harder. Normally, you probably would feel embarrassed, you were both crying in the middle of the bar, but all you could focus on was him.

“I’m gonna take you home okay? We can talk about this tomorrow. You need to sleep.” He nodded, knowing it would be pointless to argue. You looked over at his team, who all looked away quickly, their eyes darting around the room pretending they weren’t watching. You softly chuckled and made eye contact with Derek before mouthing you were gonna take him home.

He nodded and you locked hands with Spencer before letting your friend know you were taking him home. She nodded and told you to stay safe before you walked out. Spencer looked like a kicked puppy, eyes red with tears while he looked down, sniffles coming from him.

You waved down a taxi before getting him inside, sitting beside him. You gave them the address to your old apartment and you sat in silence. The only noise coming from the radio, the streets and his small sniffles. After being dropped off, you reached out and he gave you his keys, you opened the door and your heart broke at the state of the apartment. Books were thrown out onto the floor, the kitchen seemingly untouched, you took a look at the couch and saw a thin blanket sprawled out, pillow thrown onto the floor.

You sighed and looked at Spencer who was already looking at you, tears rolling down his cheeks. “I’m sorry the place is a mess.” You let out a small laugh, wiping away his tears. “It’s okay. Let’s get you to bed yeah?” He nodded and walked through the apartment with you. You cleaned up while he got changed in your bedroom, putting away the books and folding up the blanket on the couch.

You grabbed his pillow and walked into your room. Spencer was staring at your side of the bed and you placed his pillow back in its spot and sat on the edge of the bed. He took the hint and sat right next to you. You looked down and picked at your nails, his hand grasping yours to stop you. “Don’t do that.” He held your hand and now you were the one crying.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, as if speaking any louder would break you. “I know.” You both sat in silence for a little, small sniffles echoing throughout the room. “You should get some sleep Spencer.” He nodded and you got up, allowing him to lay down. You walked into the closet and changed into comfier clothes before walking into the bathroom and washing your face.

You came back out and laid next to him. His arm wrapping around your waist like it used to. You missed the feeling of his arms wrapped around you, fitting like a missing puzzle piece. You were doing fine without him. But you knew what was missing. You knew you wouldn’t be able to live the rest of your life the same without him there. His arms felt like home, his kisses like rays of sunshine hitting your face, his hugs like being enveloped by a warm blanket.

You hadn’t been able to sleep well, missing the way you felt safe while you were asleep with him. Now whenever you slept you kept a small light on, but it hardly even came close to fulfilling the security you longed for. You smiled softly as he quickly fell asleep, his arms unconsciously starting to tighten around you.

The next morning you woke up before Spencer. You got up and walked into the kitchen to get him a glass of water and some painkillers. You knew he hated taking them, preferring to push through it. But after last night you knew he would need it. You heard quick shuffling and your bedroom door swing open, you turned around and he had tears in his eyes, before he finally settled on your figure left in the kitchen.

This only seemed to make it worse. He let out a choked sob as you looked at him. “Hope I’m not overstaying my welcome.” You joked, he cracked a smile and shook his head. “Never.” You handed him the cup of water and he drank it, taking the small pill reluctantly.

After a few minutes you both sat on the couch. You had been dreading this conversation since you saw him at the bar last night. “I know I’ve said sorry, but I want to prove that to you. I want to show you I mean it wholeheartedly. Pushing you away the way that I did was inexcusable. So I’m not gonna try to come up with one. But I know it’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever done in my life. And I know you deserve better than someone who could do something like that to you.”

You nodded. “I know I deserved better.” His eyes looked into his lap, his hands fiddling with each-other. “But I didn’t want better. I wanted you Spencer. I knew the difficulty of your job, I knew the relationship wouldn’t be perfect all the time. That I was perfectly okay with. What I didn’t appreciate was you pushing me away, the comments you had started making at me, the way you told me to stop talking when I was angry like I had no right to be.”

He nodded in understanding as you continued, “I’ve never loved someone the way I love you Spencer. So it hurt when you pushed me away and made no effort to show you cared in the slightest. I was trying my best and it seemed like it wasn’t enough for you. So I walked away because I knew I wasn’t gonna let myself go through that.” He nodded. “I know. I’m sorry, I know saying that over and over doesn’t do anything if I don’t prove myself that I mean it. I want to be better this time. And I know that’s gonna take a lot and that’s something I’m more than willing to do. If I have to wait a year for you to fully forgive me I will in a heartbeat. Please. Just let me show you I’ve changed? That I want this to work?”

You nodded and he smiled softly before silently asking to hug you. You pulled him in and you sat in his arms, basking in the warmth and the way he pulled you closer to his chest if that was even humanly possible. You were doing fine without him. But you knew you would never be complete with him beside you.

note: HI i hope this ending is satisfying for everyone. i know i seemingly rushed through this but ideas were flowing! my requests are open for anyone who wants to send in some things, i mostly write song fics, since i find them easiest and can produce them the quickest. but im open to all requests! i have a list of people i write for in my pinned, so please don’t be afraid to send something in! :)

tag list; @sebastiansstanswhore @deadunicorn159 @adhdannieedison

[shy-taylorsversion]

someone PLEASE write a spencer reid x reader fic based off “i can see you” from speak now tv.

i am DYING for one. it’s just such a spencer coded song and no one can change my mind. please tag me if you do and i will love you forever.

update- @pastanest and @reiderwriter both have AMAZING fics based off this song!!

[chrisevansleftpeck]

He is in Love | Spencer Reid

A/N: Hey guys! This is a songfic about Spencer Reid x Y/N to You Are In Love by Taylor Swift. I put every parallel to the song in italics. Hope you enjoy! <3

Word Count: 749 

Content Warnings: Literally none it’s so fluffy. 

You’d never told anyone you loved them before. Maybe because nobody said it to you in the first place. Or maybe simply because you didn’t feel love towards them. This time there was no excuse, though. When Spencer’s hand was touching your cheek, holding your face close to his…when you could feel his nervous warm breath on your own lips. You knew you loved him. You thought he might too. After all, he wanted to keep you close, even at work. He keeps the picture of you in his office downtown. 

The second night in a row now, this was happening. You both lay on the floor in front of the fireplace on your stomachs. Spencer was wearing a loose gray sweatshirt with uneven strings and his Halloween bat pajama pants. You were simply in a sports bra and purple sweatpants. Spencer had ordered Chinese food and you had set up a little pit of fluffy blankets and pillows on the floor next to the coffee table to eat at. You’d both eaten and been staring at each other since. You could hear it in the silence, the unspoken mutual “I love you”. You had to say it out loud anyway, though.

“I-” You began, your voice cracking a bit. It never meant so much to you that your message was well received. 

“Come here.” Spencer whispered, his gentle voice, high pitched. Spencer switched positions to lay on his back, where he pulled you into his chest, hugging you tightly in his arms. His arms were stronger because of all the exercise Morgan had been forcing him to do due to their job. Spencer kissed your forehead as you thought about how to approach the method of telling him what you so desperately wanted to, “Were you going to say something just a minute and eighteen seconds ago?” 

He caught you slightly off guard, you damned his impeccable memory sometimes. “Nothing important, I was just going to tell you I was getting tired.” 

Spencer shifted a bit to sit up, careful to support your head and lift you up as well. His back rested against the couch. “Baby it’ll be Halloween in,” he checked his watch, “One hour and twenty four minutes. Midnight’s so close, let’s get you some coffee.” 

You laughed lightly, “Coffee at midnight?” 

“Neither of us have work tomorrow.” He pointed out. You could tell how important it was to him that the two of you would be awake at twelve am on Halloween. Halloween was like his Christmas. His voice begged you earnestly. 

“Fine. But only because you’re cute.” You got up and walked to the kitchen, the tiled floor cold on your warm feet. You immediately craved the warmth of the fireplace again. 

When you returned to the cozy pit on the floor, you handed Spencer a coffee you had made for him. It was dark and sugary, just how he liked it. It took him less than two minutes to notice the goosebumps climbing up your arms. 

He placed his cup of coffee on the coffee table and began to pull his shirt off over his head. You couldn’t help but watch him, looking at his stomach which was more toned now. 

“What are you doing, Spence?” You asked, looking down into your coffee cup as if you hadn’t been staring at his body.

He passed you his shirt. Flutters crept into your stomach, giving you more chills. “You’re cold.” He said, his voice hushed. Whenever he used less words and spoke quieter, you knew what he wanted. It was snuggle time. Just like earlier when he simply asked you to “Come here”.

You rested your coffee on the table next to Spencer’s and put his shirt on. You then laid parallel to Spencer on your left side. He laid on his right. You curled into his bare arms and breathed into his soft skin, dozing off before twelve am, the both of you. 

The two of you slept so peacefully by the fire, like resting children. That is, until you woke up to the feeling of someone softly massaging your arms with light scratches. Your eyes softly fluttered open. “Spence?” 

An unfamiliar look was pasted on his face when he realized it’s 2 am and you’re still wearing his shirt. Certainly not a bad look, though. He begins to open his mouth then pauses, breath hitching slightly. “You’re my best friend.”

Like that, you knew what it was. He is in love.

[awhoreforspencerreid]

can someone pls make a fanfic based on this part of august by taylor swift

Back when we were still changin' for the better

Wanting was enough

For me, it was enough

To live for the hope of it all

Cancel plans just in case you'd call

And say, "Meet me behind the mall"

So much for summer love and saying "us"

'Cause you weren't mine to lose

You weren't mine to lose, no

so like they were bestfriends since birth cause theyre both geniuses & they go to the same school always, but when spencer got into the fbi the reader went to cia so they were apart for years. then the cia needs the bau & they meet again but theres this girl in the team also (maybe seaver or smth, i'll refer to her a seaver for this request) her & spencer r together, seaver gets jealous when spencer & the reader were interacting & catching up cause theyre good friends & they miss each other cause duh. n e ways seaver was so mad cause surpise surprise seaver & spencer were engaged (bye asf this is annoying me so much already 😭) then seaver tells the reader to back tf off from spencer cause theyre getting married & she doesnt want anyone to jeopardize their relationship. but in that same case that theyre working on the reader went w them to catch the unsub but then ends up getting shot, so at the hospital spencer confronts seaver cause he heard what seaver said to the reader; then he calls off the marriage. but as they were talking, the reader dies lmao but u can also make it as the reader "dies" emily style yk cause the reader suggested it so that spencer wouldnt contact her cause of what seaver said. then u can make a part 2 where the reader comes back & to be transfered on the bau then theyre all like "omg its u, ure alive" 😭, u can also make the reader & penelope best friends so yk more reaction & shi. n e ways that's rlly smth that i would like to see i wouldnt even complain if someone doesnt do this cause of the many plot turns & seaver 😭

[neverlandsky]

the bau members × taylor swift

their favorite album and their favorite songs from the album (ignoring timelines and when the album is released because timey-wimey doesn't matter)

haley used to listen to taylor swift so now hotch does too. it reminds him of her

he likes evermore the most and marjorie is his favorite because it also reminds him of hayley

penelope garcia is the biggest swiftie in the entire bau. taylor swift is constantly playing in her head

she likes lover the most. same effect as baby kittens and cute animal videos.

she likes afterglow and daylight but she also loves paper rings coz she thinks its cute

emily prentiss is obsessed with reputation

she thinks its iconic and is the "bad bitch energy we all need"

this is why we cant have nice things is her fav and also like everything else on that album

rossi listens to 1989 with emily but he wont tell the others. everyone knows tho

spencer is usually just confused. he tries profiling taylor's character in no body no crime

penelope laughs at him. like usual

spence thinks that its "somewhat inaccurate" yet taylor should be checked. he's still processing why there are songs about murder

emily replies with "taylor probably looked damn good doing it so we'll let it slide"

derek has some songs in his playlist he listens to in the jet with his headphones

he thinks call it what you want is "a vibe" and "a bop" he thinks spence should listen to it

spence doesnt know whats "a bop"

jj likes folklore and taylors soft songs. it helps her calm down and she sings it to her sons as a lullaby

invisible string and begin again is her favs probably. she hums it a lot

[writer-in-theory]

Babe (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Summary: Reader hears about a kiss between Spencer and another agent and now must deal with the fact that he'd cheated to solve a case. Spencer comes up with a plan to win them back.

Series Summary: A series of oneshots to celebrate the release of Red (Taylor's Version), this time all about the songs from the vault.

Request?: No

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language, Discussions of Cheating, Prose as Purple as Spencer’s Scarf, Angst with Eventual Happy Ending

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: Here’s the first vault songfic! If anyone has any preference for which one you’d like to see next, let me know. This one was requested to be done first by an anon, and I hope you enjoy it!

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"Since you admitted it, I keep picturing her lips on your neck, I can't unsee it..."

Only fifteen percent of relationships survive after someone cheats. It never made sense to you before, why so few relationships can make it past that specific issue.

Laying beside your husband who had callously admitted over dinner the previous week that he’d cheated, it made far too much sense. The two of you laid beside each other in bed, his hand pressed in the space between his front and your back, fingertips barely brushing your skin where your shirt had ridden up.

The same fingers that had gripped Agent Bishop while he was kissing her. And that was the problem of it all, wasn’t it? Deep down you knew it was a kiss meant to lure in an unsub, knew it was for the job. That didn’t stop your mind from conjuring her face every time he’s touched you since. You didn’t want to give up on a relationship that had lasted so long, but now Spencer was reaching out for you in his sleep and your skin was crawling, because you swore you could still feel her on his touch.

So for the fifth time that week, you rolled out of bed, got ready, and went to work on your own. No one said a word when the Reids showed up fifteen minutes apart, nor when you purposefully changed routines in the bullpen to avoid communicating with him as much as possible.

Your tactic had quickly become avoidance. How else would you have the space you needed to process what had happened? Every time you looked at that curly hair, you pictured her running her hands through it. When you saw his hands, you couldn’t help but wonder if he held her face the same way he always held yours when you kissed.

So you swapped desks with Matt so you didn’t have to be so close to Spencer, and you’d requested to Emily that if another case was picked up that you didn’t ever get paired with him.

It was unbelievable how badly Spencer had wrecked this.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

It was on the jet that you felt something wrong. The case had been solved, the final victim had been saved, so everything should have felt okay. This was about as much closure as a case could get, it didn’t make sense why you felt on edge for the entire flight home.

Maybe it was the way Spencer sat nowhere near you, not once even looking in your direction. Most of the time you were able to separate your relationship from work so he wasn’t always beside you, but it was strange Spencer hadn’t acknowledged you once since the takedown.

You’d still been at the police station for the takedown, speaking with the victim’s family. Apparently, it had been a hell of an arrest because no one was talking about it at all.

Looking back, that should’ve been the first clue.

The second clue would have been the way he went directly to the shower after you’d gotten home, not once stopping to say anything to you. So you’d hung up the car keys on the little hook by the door, slid off your shoes, and curled up on the couch to wait for him.

Except Spencer never came out. He’d gone directly from the shower to bed, and that’s when you knew something was wrong. Maybe the unsub had said something that got under his skin, or maybe he’d been overstimulated and stressed in that strange police precinct. Either way, your husband was hurting and you didn’t know how to help him.

The next morning he was perfectly okay, even the one after that. It was on the third day after work, sitting across from each other at your little dining table that he said it without any buildup.

“I kissed her.” Spencer’s voice was calm, as though he were talking about a trip to the grocery store.

The only sound that passed between you was the gentle clink of your fork being set against the plate. “What?” you asked, sure you had somehow misheard the man. There was no way he’d tell you like this, casually over dinner after you’d just been talking about what to get Henry for his birthday.

“Agent Bishop, from the Los Angeles field office,” Spencer explained, and your heart clenched at how little he seemed to care. “You know we went to the bar to lure the unsub out. We had to convince him that we were in love.”

“So you kissed her?” you repeated, hoping for some reason you were misunderstanding what he was saying because there was no way your husband of two years and partner for much longer would do that to you.

“It was to catch the unsub.”

“I hear you,” you snapped, his face blurring against the film of tears in your eyes. When you rose from your seat with the intention of leaving the room, Spencer was there, one hand wrapped around your wrist and pleading expression on his face. “Let go of me.”

“It was just one kiss for the job, it didn’t mean anything,” he tried, but your eyes were directed to the ground and when Spencer reached out you took a step back.

“Of course it means something, Spencer,” you spat out, yanking your wrist with enough force to release it from his grasp, “you kissed someone else. You chose someone else.”

“Y/N, you’re the only one I want. I chose to marry you.”

“Yeah, and you chose to kiss her.”

“Would you have rathered I didn’t tell you?”

“I’d have rathered you never did it! How could you do this to me?” It wasn’t often you yelled at him. Actually, you couldn’t recall even one time that you had screamed like that toward Spencer, voice scratchy from the volume. How could he not understand how painful this was to hear, especially without any warning at all? Why didn’t Spencer seem to care? Why was he trying to justify it all?

“What do you want to do now? Do you want me to stay somewhere else tonight?” You thought about trying to lay beside him, picturing only Agent Bishop and how her hands had been on him.

“I think that’d be a good idea, yeah.”

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There was a kid you used to babysit who refused to ever forgive anything. At first, you’d scolded him endlessly, telling him that he was being mean to his siblings and friends. He told you that he never wanted to tell someone that he forgave them because it was like giving them permission to hurt him again. If someone knew you were willing to forgive that action once, they’d be more inclined to take the risk again.

You were starting to see the genius behind that idea.

As time went on, you only expected it to get easier. You’d hoped that if you continue your daily life with Spencer, then eventually forgiveness would hit you suddenly. The unfortunate thing about the idea of forgiveness is that it’s often treated as a passive thing. Forgiveness happens to you, it comes to you in a dream and you’re immediately able to forget the bad light in which you’d viewed the other person. That wasn’t quite true, was it? Forgiveness doesn’t just appear out of the blue, it takes an active effort and the choice to want to stay with that person.

So the problem was not whether or not you could forgive Spencer, it was if you wanted to stay with him at all. He would always put the team first, you knew that going into this relationship. It had been his warning to you on that first date so many years ago, telling you this job was his life. You’d accepted that, and you proceeded to watch him nearly get killed several times for that job.

It wasn’t any easier watching him get hurt simply because you were also a part of the team. Yes, you were a badass federal agent, but that didn’t make it any less devastating when bad things happened to your husband. You’d sat vigil over his hospital bed after he’d nearly been killed in that same building by a rogue hospital staff member, you’d gone to visit him every chance you could when he was locked away in prison and when he’d been kidnapped by a cult of all things you didn’t rest until he was safe again. You understood that Spencer was willing to give up every part of himself for this job, you just hadn’t ever considered that he’d be willing to give you up too.

Weekends were the toughest for you anymore. Without active cases, it meant the two of you were stuck at home with each other. There was a certain appeal to working anymore. It was even better when Spencer got his mandatory sabbatical, giving you some much-needed separation at work.

Until then, you would lay in bed that Sunday morning, watching the way the sun peeked in from the curtains and spilled over his frame. Spencer was beautiful when he slept; expression completely relaxed, lower lip out in a small pout sometimes. He wasn’t worried about anything when he was asleep, simply laying there on his side with his unruly curls spread out on the pillow around him. More often than not he was shirtless in bed with you, after multiple hints that you wanted to feel as close to him as possible when you cuddled.

Now, laying there facing him, you could see the lingering effects of this job on his person. A raised scar on the side of his neck, so prominent you could see it from where you lay. If you picked up the arm that rested on the bed between you two, you would find tiny pinpoint scars in the crook of his elbow from the time his job—and his team—had failed him. There were no physical markers left from the anthrax or even Hankel, but you could see it in the way his tall body curled inward on itself, desperate to protect himself even in sleep.

You had watched Spencer practically grow up within the BAU, starting out as some kid who’d been in academia so long he’d never truly experienced the real world. Most people were required to have a career for a few years before even joining the FBI much less a unit as specialized as yours, but Spencer Reid wasn’t most people. The conversation had come up several times, you refusing to accept that Jason Gideon was someone to be praised and revered, not after what he did to Spencer. He made sure that the FBI was all Spencer ever knew, practically ensuring that he would live and die within the BAU just like Gideon.

You would never forgive Jason Gideon for it, but you would also never hurt Spencer by telling him how set up he’d been.

“Good morning,” Spencer murmured from across from you, eyelids fluttering as he worked up the ability to lift them. The moment his brown eyes were revealed, they softened as he looked upon you. His voice was a little rough from sleep, low as though to not crack the moment.

“Morning,” you answered back, voice soft as you chose to stare at the two arms rested on the bed between you. If you moved your hand over just an inch, you could hold his. Before it all, you might’ve. “How’d you sleep?”

Even after what he did, you would continue this morning tradition when you could. Spencer was often plagued by nightmares of all the things he kept hidden away from the team for so long. Sometimes he told you about them, and others he would brush his hand over your face and tell you not to worry about such things. Often times you wondered what it was like to have a near-perfect memory, but on nights where you’d wake up to Spencer whimpering and crying from horrors never to be forgotten, you decided it was best not to know.

“I dreamt of our wedding,” Spencer admitted, a small smile tugging at his lips, “the first one.”

The laugh that the clarification pulled from you was sharp, unexpected, and loud in the gentle morning light. “The first one,” you repeated, shaking your head and only managing to frizz up your hair more.

“You were so beautiful,” he told you.

“I was in an FBI vest,” you laughed, “now I know you’re a liar.”

“No, you were. I’ve overthought almost everything in my life, but at that moment I looked at you and knew I had to marry you.”

“I know, we weren’t even engaged,” you continued, your own voice matching his softness as you fell into nostalgia. “We got out of that hostage situation and you asked me to marry you right then and there.”

“It was the first time I felt what it was like to almost lose you.”

“Yeah, now you know how it feels,” you teased back, rolling your eyes. There was a jar sitting in the breakroom at the BAU office meant only for all of the times Spencer took off his vest or surrendered his weapon when taking down an unsub. “I was shocked, I thought you were joking. But I said yes.”

“You did,” Spencer answered, a wide smile now locked firmly on his face. “The team all gathered around us, and Rossi married us right there.”

“It wasn’t official though. David Rossi is a lot of things, but he is not licensed to marry people in the state of Oklahoma.”

“I still picture that day, though, when we talk about our wedding. I don’t think about when we went to the courthouse to make it official.”

“What about when we went to Bennington so your mom could see it?”

Spencer shook his head, “I never knew one couple could have so many wedding ceremonies.”

“Wow, I can’t believe I finally found something you didn’t know. It only took fifteen years,” you laughed.

“I also didn’t know how bad it would hurt to actually lose you.”

For once, you were finally starting to feel normal, but the reminder of the current situation immediately withered the small sapling of joy blossoming in your chest. Shoulders tucked inward, you could feel your expression closing off, and suddenly your hand was far too close to his so you tucked it neatly back against your chest.

“This is a mistake,” you whispered, shaking your head to try to rid it of the images flooding it. Images of Spencer standing in a bar you knew he hated, kissing a woman you knew he didn’t care for simply because of the job. This damn job, it always came back to that didn’t it?

“Wait, Y/N,” Spencer spoke, for the first time raising his voice above the softness of the morning. As you made a move to leave the bed, you paused to stare at him. Would he be able to fix it now? Was there anything he could say to stop what you were feeling? “Can you ever forgive me?”

Spencer didn’t even know. He always knew how to get himself out of situations, was always there to suggest a solution for you. There had never been a time where you doubted if Spencer would be there for you. Now though, a dire feeling was rising in you as realization set in: if Spencer didn’t even know how to fix this, how could you possibly know?

“I don’t know,” you whispered honestly, closing your eyes against the hurt that spread across his face, “every time I look at you, I see her.”

There was nothing more to say. The moment ruined, you rushed out of the bed and into the bathroom. You would run a shower with the water practically scalding your skin, not leaving its spray until you heard the front door click shut.

It was then, and only then, that you allowed yourself to cry for what you were losing.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

The team began to lose faith in your relationship too.

You saw it in the sympathetic stares and extra invitations to separate hangouts. You saw it in the way Emily would glance at you every time she said Spencer’s name, as though just the word alone would hurt you. You heard it in the one time JJ slipped and called you by your previous surname, as though they were all expecting the split.

Maybe, deep down, you were too.

It was exhausting tiptoeing around your husband every day. Eventually, you began to look forward to his sabbaticals, and even more toward those seminars which would have him across the country for a week or more. As lonely as the house was without him, you almost preferred it to the hurt.

You felt it on the day you took off your ring to shower and forgot to put it back on.

It was the first time you ever cried at work over personal issues, the first time you ever let it get to you. It was also the first time Spencer didn’t comfort you, instead watching with horror on his face as Tara led you to the breakroom for some privacy.

“I don’t want a divorce,” were the first words you could form around your tears, arms wrapped around your middle as though you could hold in all of the pain.

“Divorce isn’t the answer for every couple,” Tara answered, and her ever-present calmness sent a wave of comfort through you.

“I feel so stupid,” you finally admitted, “it was just a kiss. Why can’t I get over a silly little kiss?”

“You know it’s not about the kiss,” Tara returned, giving you that look that made you want to hang onto her every word. “It’s about the breach of trust. You trusted him to only be intimate with you, and he broke that.”

“If he would’ve just talked to me about it first, I could’ve prepared myself. I could’ve...I don’t know, I don’t know. I just wish I could go back, you know? To the day we got married before any of this ever happened.”

“It’s best not to focus on the ‘what ifs’, otherwise you’ll be here forever thinking about it,” Tara reminded you, giving you the reassuring hug you’d been looking for all this time. “No matter what happens, we’re still a team. We’re all here for you.”

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

It was a week later that, for the first time, you woke up alone unexpectedly. The bed felt colder that morning, making it far too easy to rush out of it.

You rushed out of it to the living room, where JJ and Emily sat.

You blinked, half-expecting their forms to disappear. When they didn’t, you crossed your arms over your chest and asked, “I love you two, but what the hell are you doing in my house on a Saturday?”

“We’re here to get you dressed,” Emily explained as if that was the only answer you would need.

“I’ve been able to do that on my own for a few years now.”

“You’re funny,” she shot back immediately, “now come on.”

“No, really, what’s happening? I kind of wanted to spend this weekend relaxing and I d-”

Your rambling was cut off by Emily and JJ guiding you to your own guest bedroom, where a familiar white dress sat laying on the bed. The fabric was soft against your fingers as you ran your hands over the skirt, wonder filling your body.

There was such joy attached to that dress, you couldn’t imagine tainting it with the grief that consumed you nowadays. With that thought, you tore your hand away from the fabric, holding onto it with your other hand as if the dress had burned you.

“What’s happening?”

“You’re getting married,” JJ explained, and you were over these women with their cryptic nonanswers.

“I hate to break it to you, but I’m already married,” you told her, only getting a roll of her eyes in response.

“Put the dress on,” and when Emily Prentiss told you to do something, you were bound to listen. So you slipped the dress back on, remembering when you’d worn it to the courthouse and again to a sanitarium in Las Vegas.

The memories kept you occupied enough as your two friends did your hair and makeup; kept you from losing it when they declined to answer any of your next questions. They even kept you busy during the drive, in which neither JJ nor Emily told you where they were taking you.

It became obvious, though, when they turned down a familiar street.

“JJ, no,” you immediately said, eyes filling with tears as the familiar little park came into view. It was decorated exactly as you’d once pictured for your dream wedding. Little lights were strung up between the trees, beautiful flowers decorating the space.

“Oh, JJ yes,” she answered back, a grin on her face as she parked the car. “It was Spencer’s idea, by the way.”

“Spencer did all this?” you gasped, trying to wipe away the tears so your makeup wouldn’t get ruined.

“He might’ve gotten some nudging from Tara, but yeah it was all him,” Emily told you, “now c’mon, how does a fourth wedding sound?”

You couldn’t even answer, throat tight with all of the confusing emotions welling up in you. “I don’t have my ring,” was all you could voice, laughing when JJ and Emily did.

“Henry has it. He’s very excited to be a ring bearer for his Uncle Spence and Aunt Y/N,” JJ told you, “And Michael is ready to be the best flower boy ever.”

“Okay, let’s do it,” you told her, allowing her and Emily to help you out of the car.

And it was magical, something out of a fairytale. It was just the team and your closest friends, everyone Spencer could gather at such a last minutes’ notice. You cried when you saw him standing at the end of the makeshift aisle. JJ and Emily walked you down the aisle, moving to sit down as you reached the end.

“I did the flowers!” Michael cheered, hopping from his seat and running over to you.

You laughed, bending to hug him. “They’re perfect, buddy, thank you so much,” you cooed before JJ ushered him back into his chair. There were plenty of times you and Spencer babysat the boys, and each time it only made you wish for kids of your own eventually.

And finally, there were no other distractions except for your husband. Your husband, who was crying as if this were the first time he saw you in a wedding dress. He reached for your hands and this time you didn’t pull back, allowing him to hold onto you.

“Y/N, I am so lucky to get to love you every day,” Spencer began. “Being a genius means knowing a lot of things. I know so much about the way the universe works, but I’ll never know what I did to ever deserve you.

“I know I hurt you in ways I never thought I could. I betrayed your trust and jeopardized everything I care about. I can’t take back what happened, I know that too. All I can do is prove to you how much I love you, and how much you mean to me.”

“Spencer,” you tried, but he wasn’t done.

“I never gave you the wedding you dreamed about. We got so caught up in the job that we never got around to it. I never made it a priority,” he added, “this time I’ll do it right. You’re my priority, Y/N, and I want to marry you now with the promise that nothing comes above what we have together.”

And for the first time in weeks, in front of nearly everyone you love, you kissed Spencer and didn’t think of anything else. It wasn’t perfect; it would take time to rebuild the trust you’d lost. There would be highs and lows as the two of you figured out how to be with each other again.

That didn’t matter now, because for now, you were standing in front of your husband knowing, for the first time since everything happened, that you wanted to forgive him. The work it took would be worth it because you loved Spencer Reid and he loved you too.

And really, that’s all that matters in the end.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

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Dr. Spencer Reid -- MASTERLIST

All my writings about the Pretty Boy xx.

Note: As of August 6th, 2021, I’m no longer actively writing for Spencer Reid.

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One-shots

Statistically Speaking

Summary: You and Spencer have a special kind of friendship. You both want something more, but haven’t told each other. You take matters into your own hands. (pure fluff!)

Spencer x Fem!Reader

illicit affairs 🌻

Summary: You and Spencer have been “dating” without a label for a few months now, until you witness something that has you wondering if it was too good to be true (as always).

Warnings: angst w/ a happy ending

songfic! “illicit affairs” by Taylor Swift

Spencer x Fem!Reader

Normal

Summary: Spencer has recently returned to the BAU after a short period of leave, and he comes back to find you, an agent-in-training filling his Resident Genius shoes. He admires you for who you are. You think he hates you. He tries to convince you otherwise.

Warnings: it’s a complete self-insert on my part so it’s a very real glimpse into my head, but otherwise it’s pure fluff (with a tiny smidgen of angst)

(kind of a) songfic! “Normal” by AJR

Spencer x Fem!Reader

Last updated: March 6th, 2021

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CRIMINAL MINDS

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Luke Alvez

Emily Prentiss

Penelope Garcia

Matt Simmons

Will LaMontagne

Clyde Easter

MARVEL

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Peter Parker (Tom Holland & Andrew Garfield)

Loki Laufeyson

Scott Lang

Bucky Barnes

Stephen Strange

Jack Thompson

Bruce Banner

Eddie Brock

Helmut Zemo

Darcy Lewis

Daniel Sousa

Logan Howlett

Natasha Romanoff

Sam Wilson

Nathan Summers

Pietro Maximoff (Aaron Taylor-Johnson)

TWILIGHT

Paul Lahote

Leah Clearwater

Edward Cullen

Charlie Swan

Mike Newton

TEEN WOLF

Derek Hale

Jordan Parrish

Peter Hale

STAR WARS

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kylo Ren

Ben Solo

Armitage Hux

Anakin Skywalker

Poe Dameron

Padmé Amidala

Young Han Solo

STRANGER THINGS

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Jim Hopper

REIGN

Sebastian “Bash” de Poitiers

Leith Bayard

Louis Condé

James Stewart

Darnley

Prince Henri

Claude

Mary Stuart

THE WITCHER

Geralt of Rivia

Jaskier

PRISON BREAK

Lincoln Burrows

Alexander Mahone

KONG: SKULL ISLAND

James Conrad

Reg Slivko

Earl Cole

TRANSFORMERS

William Lennox

Sam Witwicky

Robert Epps

DIVERGENT

Eric Coulter

Peter Hayes

Tobias Eaton

HARRY POTTER

Fred Weasley

Draco Malfoy

George Weasley

Cedric Diggory

Remus Lupin (young & adult)

Hermione Granger

Bill Weasley

Ron Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Severus Snape

GAME OF THRONES

Sandor Clegane

Jorah Mormont

Edd Tollett

Jon Snow

Gendry Baratheon

Jaime Lannister

Sansa Stark

TRIPLE FRONTIER

Ben Miller

William “Ironhead” Miller

Francisco “Catfish” Morales

Santiago “Pope” Garcia

Tom “Redfly” Davis

PEAKY BLINDERS

Tommy Shelby

Arthur Shelby

John Shelby

Finn Shelby

Alfie Solomons

Ada Shelby

PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN

James Norrington

Will Turner

Jack Sparrow

THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE

Luke Crain

Steve Crain

Theo Crain

MISCELLANEOUS

Dan Torrence (Doctor Sleep)

Detective David Loki (Prisoners)

Floyd Lawton (Arrow)

Smitty Ryker (Hacksaw Ridge)

Captain James Nicholls (War Horse)

Sam Drake (Uncharted)

Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead)

Rick Flag (Suicide Squad)

Nathan Prescott (Life Is Strange)

Sweet Pea (Riverdale - first season only)

Jace Wayland (The Mortal Instruments, 2013)

Murtagh Morzansson (Eragon)

Jason Lee Scott (Power Rangers, 2017)

Jesse Zeklos (Vampire Academy)

Matt Campbell (The Haunting in Connecticut)

Nick Jones (House of Wax)

Ludovica Storti (Baby)

Reid Garwin (The Covenant)

Tyler Simms (The Covenant)

Fezco (Euphoria)

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Its nice to have a friend  Spencer Reid x reader

So this is a Spencer Reid song fic based on its nice to have a friend by Taylor swift. and I saw someone else to a songfic based on this song for another character and i felt inspired. there’s mention of bullying and divorce but other than that just a fluffy fic.

Mostly gender neutral reader x Spencer but at one point the reader wears a dress

School bell rings, walk me home

Sidewalk chalk covered in snow

Lost my gloves, you give me one

"Wanna hang out?"

School was finally over as the bell rang signaling the end of the day my teacher said something but I didn't hear her. No, I'm too excited to get home. It's the first day of winter break and I couldn't be more excited. I didn't really see the point of kindergarten and most of the kids are mean.

           Anyways my mommy lets me walk home by myself alot of the bigger kids do and it's only a 10 minute walk to my house. I finally stop running just outside of the school yard where a lot of the kids color and draw on the sidewalk too icy to do it now which reminds me i'm not supposed to run because I could get hurt.

           As I look up to continue my walk home I see a kinda frail looking boy with crooked teeth and glasses too big for his face, ah Spencer he's not in my class with me but I know him cause a lot of the kids tease him and hide his stuff. I don't really know why but my parents say if you don't have anything nice to say don't say anything at all. Besides, I don't know why they do it all he really does is sit by himself and read. 

          He doesn't have any gloves on or a hat and it's snowing and I'm cold with my gloves and coat so I know he is too, maybe he doesn't have any. It's not really common to snow in Las Vegas but it's probably because the kids hid them from him. I run up to catch up with him. It's not that hard, he's not exactly moving fast, he doesn't seem really excited to get home, maybe he doesn't have anything to do. 

“Here take one of mine” I hold out one of my gloves to him so at least only one of his hands will be cold. He looks at me like he's expecting me to tease him or snatch the glove away at the last second but I guess he deems me trust worthy enough and takes it putting it on his furthest hand.

 “t-thanks i’m s-spencer”  

“I know i’m y/n you lost your gloves right?” I know the kids took them but I don't want him to feel any worse about it.

“Yeah I did thanks” he still looks really cold so I grab his hand closest to me and try to interlock our fingers so both his hands will be warm. He kinda flinches at first but then seems to accept that I'm not gonna hurt him. 

“So you won't be cold Spencer”

We walk for maybe a minute in silence before I get another idea 

“Wanna hang out?”

Video games, you pass me a note

Sleeping in tents

It's nice to have a friend

(Ooh)

It's nice to have a friend

(Ooh)

I'm now i'm second grade and Spencer is in third and ever since that day we've been best friends and do practically everything together and this is the first year without him in my grade and I miss him a lot but we still hang out everyday after school. 

          “C’mon Spencer it won't be bad I promise my parents are right inside and if you want to go you can but could you please try it”.

I'm referring to spending the night in a tent in my backyard.Sleepovers were a common thing for Spencer and I especially with his dad having left I think that's why he likes being over so much it lets him forget for a little while.Earlier this week I learned Spencer had never been camping due to his thing with germs but after a lot of begging and secret planning on my part he agreed “okay y/n but if I don't like it we can go in?” 

          I nod happily and lead him to the backyard where everyday after school I've been cleaning it and setting up a campsite in the cleanest way possible. “Did you know that 77 million american households contain a member that camps and 81% of households in America say they want to camp more?”

“No, I didn't Spence, do you have any more statistics about camping for me?’ this is one thing I love about him he can tell you something about any subject you ask him it's because of his Eidetic memory.He found out he had last year and its super cool he can remember and fact I wish I had his memory some times.

          I open the tent to reveal an air mattress with a bunch of blankets and some comic books my mommy bought earlier. It's not the big books like he likes to read but it's Marvel comics that I introduced him to a few months ago and we've been reading them together ever since.

           “w-wow y/n this is so cool, did you know the hulk was supposed to be grey in the original comics but was changed to green after a mess up with printer ink?” 

“No but i'd love to hear more comic facts”

He deserves someone to listen to him after everything with his parents and all the kids at school bullying him. I don't want him to ever feel alone. 

Light pink sky up on the roof

Sun sinks down, no curfew

Twenty questions, we tell the truth

You've been stressed out lately? Yeah, me too

Something gave you the nerve

To touch my hand

It's amazing how two people who are in such different places in their lives can still love each other so much while Spencer is the only 16 year old I know with 2 phds working on another i'm still in highschool. Not from lack of hard work though i’m graduating this year 2 years early so I can go to cal tech to be with Spencer. If i'm being perfectly honest if not for Spencer I wouldn't be graduating early but I miss him too much to stay any longer. I'm sick of highschool boyfriends and football games and dealing with the same kids who bullied Spencer for being a nerd acting like we’re best friends just because I made nice with them.

            Right now were on the roof of my house after a lot of convincing on my part to get him out here 

“Why are we out here y/n do you know how many roof related accidents happen a year?”

“No but I'm sure you do dr.” I think my favorite pastime of recent is teasing Spencer.

He's saying something to me as I nod along but I'm not paying attention to what he's saying. No, I'm too busy staring at him. 

          He's really grown into his features he still has a boyish look about him but now his jawline is very defined and his brown hair goes just past his hair curling at the ends after a long day of hanging out the gel has worn out making his hair as messy as ever and he’s traded his glasses for contacts but i still think he looks for lack of better word beautiful either way. I know I love him, I've loved him since the first day I met him and over the years at one point I guess the feelings went from platonic to romantic but I don’t tell him. I don't have to I know i'll spend the rest of my life with Spencer Reid 

“y/n y/n hello”

“Hmm, what were you saying Spence?”

“I-i’m sorry am i boring you y/n?” the worst part is he's not mad about it he looks upset like he feels bad for boring me.

“No never, i'm sorry I was just thinking” 

“About what?”

“You” why did I say that but it's fine it has to be Spencer won't care but I don't want to see his reaction to my words instead focusing on the pink orange sky 

“You know I love you right that i'll always love you”

I feel him grasp my hand interlocking our fingers and I let out a quiet gasp-but he heard it. We've only held hands twice our whole lives the first day I met him and after the goal post incident so this is well, completely out of character for him and our friendship.

“I love you too y/n”

Church bells ring, carry me home

Rice on the ground looks like snow

Call my bluff, call you "babe"

Have my back, yeah, everyday

Feels like home, stay in bed

The whole weekend

          They call us stupid-young and dumb-that well be divorced in 10 years but we love each other and known each other our whole lives hes just been accepted into the BAU at 20 he has to move to Quantico. I'm gonna go with him I can get a job i've finished my degree there's nothing keeping me here.

“Let's get married” 

“What?” it's rare that I make him speechless but this seems to do the trick.

“Why don't I love you and you love me. We've been dating for how many years now 4? I want to spend the rest of my life with you i've known that I wanted you in my life since that first day on the sidewalk I want to grow old with you and have kids and grand kids so why wait let's get married” I look up at him silently pleading with him to just agree with me.

“y/n 45% of marriages end in divorce and 20% of couples under 24 get divorced in the first year of marriage”. He’s cautious I don't blame him not after what happened with his mom and dad.

“Well this is one time i'm going to ask you not to trust the statistics. I may not know all the facts about marriage and life but i know us and i'd like to think that's enough. I don't want anything big just us we can go down to the courthouse and make it official” 

He moves over to the couch where i'm sitting and grabs my hand “yes”

          It wasn't anything big, him in the only suit he owns and me in a dime store wedding dress. The rings we have are cheap and the diamond in my hand may have been small but it means everything to me. 

          We didn't even tell our parents why his mom is institutionalized, his dad left and my parents don't approve of me leaving for Quantico instead its Spencer and I with 5 of our college friends. We both walk out of the courthouse as they throw rice at us-unnecessary but sweet of them-and get into his car driving off to go home. We aren't having a honeymoon unless you count moving to Quantico.

          He picks me up and carries me through the threshold of the apartment as he sets me down I ask “can we do our vows I know we both agreed not to prepare anything don't worry I didn’t I just want to tell you some things and you don't even have to say anything back I just need to say it. Spencer I just want you to know how incredibly proud I am of you and all you’ve acomplised and overcome even the first time I saw you I could tell we were gonna be friends.I am just so thankful to have you here right now and for sticking with me through all of the chess matches and late night adventure and stupid boyfriends and what I guess i’m trying to say is thank you for always being you I love you.”

          I look at him with tears in my eyes and with tears in his eyes too and he clears his throat “ y/n I will never be able to express how you have helped me over the years from school yard bullies to cal tech and my mom.And I know i'm not the best with words i'm better with analysis and fact but there is no fact or statistic that will let me describe how i'm love with you I am” I put one hand on the side of his face and pull him in for a kiss.

It's nice to have a friend

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It's nice to have a friend

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It's nice to have a friend

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[homoose]

hi!! I never ask people questions or post on my tumblr unless it’s a rb BUT i was thinking of one of my FAVORITE writers and u came to mind so it’s worth a shot!

I’m looking for a very very VERY angsty, yet fluff filled spencer reid fanfic, and if it can be inspired/ based on the song “enchanted” by taylor swift (i blame tiktok for that, those lyrics will be stuck in my head for MONTHS).

do you know any fics like that??? or if you dont can you write something like that? Idk idk idk

thank u tho 🥺👉🏻👈🏻🥺 pls remember to stay hydrated!!! xx

babe I’m so sorry but I do not read angst like at all I can’t do it!!!!!! and I don’t really do songfic 😬

but if any of my lovely mutuals or followers know of something, please drop it in the reblogs or replies!

[arkhamknightz]

EXILE

pairing: spencer reid x reader

summary; based off this ask right here - in which, spencers watching you move on without him

warnings: language, jealousy ig? super short and bad writing tbh…

notes: i had no clue how to end this im so sorry this is horrible 😭😭

Spencer felt his heart stop as he walked into the small bookstore. It shouldn’t have sent a chill up his spine the way it did. He should’ve expected to see you here one day, you showed him the spot after all. But seeing you here with him, made Spencer feel sick.

His arms were wrapped around you, his chin resting on your shoulder as you held a book in your hands, your finger pointing across the lines on the back of the book. Spencer watched as his mouth moved, a laugh escaping your lips and a smile growing on his.

It had been 3 months since you two broke up, and Spencer hadn’t moved on. Part of him felt hurt that you moved on quicker than he could. But, flashbacks to that night remind him why you did.

Just like a slideshow, he memorized every frame of that night. Neither of you liked raising your voices but but with every word the noise got louder. It was the kind of scene Spencer only saw in movies. Never had he seen an argument like that before then. You wouldn’t be his homeland by the morning. Everyday after that felt longer than the last.

He was out saving people everyday, but he couldn’t save the one relationship that meant most to him? You were his home, the one thing that he always looked forward to when landing back in Virginia. Now, all that was left were memories of you everywhere he looked.

You saw Spencer staring at the bookstore. The bell chimed and you looked up quick enough to see a glimpse of his face, before looking back at the books on the shelves. You could feel his eyes burning into the side of your head, the whole time he stood there. The longer you felt his gaze, the angrier you started to feel.

He was the one to cause the breakup. So why was he looking at you the way he was? He had the chance to fix things time and time again, so why didn’t he try harder? You wanted to try everything to fix the relationship, to hold onto it. Spencer was one of the best people you knew. So why wouldn’t he love you the way you deserved?

You watched over and over as the people around you went in and out of relationships. Even after thinking they’d found ‘the one’ but you had never thought it could happen to you and Spencer. He was your crown, you showed off your boyfriend proudly to anyone who would listen.

In the last remaining two weeks of your relationship, fights got more tense, even when he was free off work he never seemed to be present. So much had changed so quickly. You’d seen the long, painful cycle of arguing and arguing for months on end grown to resentment. Even if you would be upset with Spencer, it was better than growing to hate him.

So you left.

He was upset over something you can’t even remember now. Your relationship had been holding on by a few threads the last few weeks and you both knew that. But it still came as a shock to him when you pulled the plug on things. No matter how many tears you both cried that night, it wouldn’t be enough to make you stay.

You wouldn’t listen to Spencer, you wouldn’t listen to his pleads. He blindly couldn’t see the signs. He couldn’t see you both pulling away, he couldn’t see the strain his behavior put on both of you. You were quickly snapped back to reality as you felt his eyes burning into the side of your head.

As you and Spencer finally made eye contact, he swiftly turned around and left. Your boyfriend grasped your hand before asking if you wanted to stop by the bakery across the street when you both were done, the thought of Spencer long gone from your mind.

[arkhamknightz]

TOLERATE IT

pairing: spencer reid x reader

summary; in which, spencer starts to get distant from you, and all you can do is sit and wonder why - part 2

warnings: age gap (just a few years, not specified but mentions of him being older) no happy ending, lots of angst, reader is angry and i mean very angry reader, sad spencer at the end, spencer before prison

notes: criminal minds obsession comes back every year and its on its annual visit rn! anyways I know reader kinda goes after him in their fight but I’m venting. i’m open to writing a part 2 with a happy ending if anyone wants it!

You sat on the other end of the couch while Spencer sat with his legs up reading a book, a small frown on your face as you watched him. He had suddenly become distant in the last few weeks. You had passed it off as a rough case, but usually his odd behavior never lasted this long.

You had asked the team if he had been doing alright, but to them nothing had been out of the ordinary, he was still the same Spencer at work that he always was.

You woke up next to him the morning after, and sat and watched him sleep. He looked so peaceful, but you couldn’t help but notice you didn’t wake up with your head on his chest or with his arms wrapped around your waist like you did before.

You sat and watched him for a while, savoring the morning. You knew things weren’t gonna be as peaceful when he woke up. He stopped waking up early to read to you at the kitchen counter while you made him a coffee before work, and he stopped rambling to you when he got back.

He stopped doing all the little things you loved, but you patiently waited for him. You waited for things to go back to normal and for him to stop treating you like you were some ghost in the house. It never happened. He started going to bed earlier, leaving the house later, avoiding your questions about what was going on with him. He stopped holding you at night and started facing away from you.

You laid on your back, facing up towards the ceiling. A million thoughts swarmed through your head at once. It wasn’t a secret Spencer was older than you. But had that started to bother him? He was much wiser than you were, even despite the fact he was a genius. Had you become too needy? Had something happened at work that none of them thought was appropriate to tell you about?

Spencer always told you when he was coming back from a case. He would always give you little details, not commenting much on the contents of it. He liked to keep you away from the horrors of his work, not wanting to subject you to such things. You would wait by the door and as soon as you heard the knob turn your face would light up like a kids in a candy store.

You stopped waiting for him. He stopped telling you when he was coming home. You turned your head, seeing he was still asleep. A small tear rolled down your cheek and you got up out of bed before getting changed and leaving the house. You walked to the small book store the both of you had met in, and you sat by the window.

You had put in effort to spend time with him, laying the table with your best dishes, his favorite food, but he brushed it off claiming he ate with the team. You made efforts to get him new books, make him coffee in the mornings before work, do his laundry and so forth. He never addressed it, never a thank you, you could hardly even remember the last time he said he loved you.

You thought it was all in your head, that maybe you had read things wrong and he was just having a really rough time. But his hard exterior hadn’t faltered in a while. Usually he was able to brush things off, talk to you after a few days and things would be okay. But there was this unsettling feeling in your chest, an ache. Things didn’t seem like they were gonna be okay.

You picked up a book off the coffee table of the bookstore. It was one of his favorites. You looked at the cover with a sad smile on your face. You used to greet him at the door like he had been gone for months, a hug and dinner waiting for him inside.

Now all that’s left were snarky comments when he got home, a bitter attitude and grumbles under his breath when you tried to talk to him. You sat and listened while he would poke at you after a long day, passive aggressive comments flying out of his mouth as you did dishes.

All you could do was just sit and listen. You couldn’t speak, couldn’t pull yourself away from your activities to be upset with him. You found yourself giving him the benefit of the doubt and more often making excuses for his behavior rather than addressing it to him directly.

It was getting a bit dark outside, the sun was starting to set and so you left the bookstore, the memories floating through the air as you left the shop. It felt like you left part of yourself in there somehow, you walked into the door of your shared apartment, dread seemingly started to fill your body.

“Where were you?” He spoke, his voice was quiet but you could tell he wasn’t happy. It wasn’t worry either, you know what he sounded like when he was worried. “I went out.” You put your keys down and walked past him, he turned around. “For hours? I woke up and no note, no texts, no calls, nothing.” You scoffed. “So you can do it but suddenly when I leave without saying something I’m the bad guy?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You shook your head. “You know what that means Spencer. Don’t sit and play dumb with me.” You looked over at him as he rolled his eyes. “Its my job.” “You know what else your job is?” He looked at you, waiting for you to continue. “To actually fill your title as my boyfriend. You stopped telling me when you’re coming home, you stopped talking to me completely. I feel like a ghost in this stupid apartment Spencer!”

You laughed bitterly. “I mean come on, why do you care I was gone for so long? You can hardly keep eye contact with me anymore. Why’s me leaving the house any different huh? Like I leave you alone all day by my OWN choice this time and you still find a reason to be mad?” Spencer furrowed his brows at you.

“Are you kidding m-“ you slammed your hands on the table, eyes brimming with tears. “No! No I’m not fucking kidding. Why act like you suddenly care about where I was when you’re the one pushing me away? Mind you, you didn’t make any effort to ask me where I was all day anyways. My phones been on the whole day so don’t even make some excuse that you called or texted me and I didn’t respond. So don’t sit and fucking ask me if im kidding.”

He seemed surprised by your outburst. But oh you weren’t done with him. “I mean come on? ‘Are you kidding’ like do you hear yourself? Spencer I have been nothing but patient with you for the last what, 2 almost 3 months? What happened to the man who would throw blankets over barbed wire hmm? What happened to him? Because you’ve done nothing but avoid me and shut me out. You’ve barely spoken 5 whole sentences to me in the last 2 weeks! Two!”

Spencer interrupted you. “For the love of god can you stop talking!” Tears of frustration were falling down your face. “No! No you don’t get to do this to me. I have spent so long giving you nothing but love for you to turn around and shut me out completely. I’m practically begging for you to even pay attention to me for more than 3 seconds. So what is it hmm? Did I start taking up too much space and time in your life? Because clearly it’s not work. I’ve asked repeatedly if something had gone on that I didn’t know about and they said you were acting fine so what is it?”

He said nothing and you scoffed. You walked away and went into your shared bedroom before grabbing a suitcase and shoving clothes in. He followed in behind you, seeming panicked. “What are you doing? No no stop packing talk to me please.” You shook your head. “I did. You said nothing.” He shut your suitcase and spoke, his voice cracking. “Please we can talk about this.”

That only made you angrier. “Talk about this? Are you fucking kidding me? You’ve had 3 months to talk to me about whatever’s bothering you and you still haven’t. I’ve tried my best I really have and that’s not enough for you apparently. I know you hear me crying at night. You’re a god damned profiler for crying out loud and you didn’t notice I’ve been trying to hold myself together in hopes you decide to care about me again?”

“I do care.” You opened back up your suitcase and stuffed in more clothes. “You didn’t think I’d leave? Spencer I love you but I’m not putting myself through this. When’s the last time you said that to me hmm?” He shamefully spoke. “2 months, 3 weeks and 5 days ago.” “Exactly my point.”

You went into the bathroom, Spencer pleading in the other room. You walked out with your stuff and put them in a backpack before gathering any other items you wanted to take with you. “I know my love should be celebrated. But all you do is sit there and tolerate it. I know I deserve better than to be shut out by you, I’ve tried my best to be patient, I really have. When you decide that you’re done dealing with whatever’s going on that you won’t tell me about, or you decide to let me back in call me. Otherwise don’t bother reaching out.”

“Where are you going?” He looked at you with tears in his eyes, voice shaking. “To stay with a friend. I love you Spencer, I really do. More than anything. But I won’t wait in this house any longer. Not when all you’ve done is shoot snarky comments at me when I’ve done nothing but care for you. I wont.”

You grabbed your bag and walked out the apartment. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you heard the door open back up. Not bothering to turn around. Spencer sat there and watched you walk into the elevator. A small whisper of his voice. “I’m sorry.”

[arkhamknightz]

masterlist!! - a quick look at all of my work :)

spiderman!

super cafe! - tasm!peter

in sickness, and in health - tasm!peter , till death do us part

ghost of you - tasm!peter

to love someone else - tasm!peter

dc universe

lacy - dick grayson

when wally falls in love - wally west

masters of the air

sunday, monday or always - bucky egan

criminal minds

tolerate it - spencer reid , closure pt. 2

exile - spencer reid

andrew garfield!

love grows

crush culture , part 2.

sleepy baby!

steve harrington

bullshit.

i didnt mean it

joe keery

love songs about you

matt murdock

cruel summer

walter mckey

cant stand it

evan peters

labyrinth

delicate

miscellaneous !

dustin henderson - replacement

eddie munson - revealed insecurities

[chrisevansleftpeck]

any songfic ideas for Spencer Reid? i just did you are in love by Taylor Swift i think it came out sooo cute. i’m thinking about Paper Rings maybe.