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Emily Prentiss: Queen of microwaveable meals. Has her favorite Chinese restaurant on speed dial. She has a special affection for Marmite. 

David Rossi: He makes spaghetti threaded through hot dogs whenever Kai visits. He flinches every time Kai asks for ketchup with his pasta, but relents anyway. 

Penelope Garcia: Garcia makes a kick-ass chili. Whenever a teammate is sick, Garcia turns up at their doorstep with homemade soup. Even if the sick teammate is Luke. 

Luke: Luke loves cooking, and eats healthy. Aside from his signature lasagna, he makes excellent paleo brownies. 

Tara: Tara insists on eating clean. She likes having a lot of color on her plate, to make sure she gets a variety of nutrients. Her go to recipe is a frittata loaded with all sorts of veggies and herbs. Her favorite comfort food is french fries.

 JJ : JJ and Will cook together. They love meal prepping on Sundays. Whenever their case keeps them close to home, JJ brings tupperware boxes of lunch for the team. 

Spencer: Cannot cook to save his life. Loves anything with sugar. He’s often part of family dinners at JJ’s place. She also has to frequently tell him to finish his green beans. 

The Penrose Triangle

Part 2

Two weeks passed before he felt like he “came to” again. Apparently, he’d showered, eaten and drank enough to keep himself alive, done what necessary things needed to be done to live, but he honestly didn’t remember doing them. He felt like he was moving through sludge. 

Dilauded had been his escape early on during his time with Bureau, but he’d quit years ago and hadn’t craved since. He thought about using it when Emily had died, but he hadn’t craved it since he got sober – until now. Everything fiber in his body wanted him to contact his old dealer and see what he could do for him – give him anything to stop the overwhelming pain he felt. The only reason he didn’t do it was because Maeve wouldn’t have wanted him to, and despite having only seen her face for 4 minutes and 13 seconds, the idea of watching her face turn down in disappointment at his return to drugs kept him from picking up the phone. Even when he was using, he didn’t feel like this much of an addict.

Then he’d taken a flight to help the team on one case. He was going to go back. Of course he was. The BAU was and remained his home, but he nearly didn’t.

That morning. That morning just three weeks after the love of his life had died. Words. More words popped up on his arm. He didn’t see what they were, but he saw what looked like ink. Without a second thought, he stormed into the bathroom and grabbed a roll of gauze, angrily wrapping it around his arm so that he would never have to see them. How dare the universe tell him he had another soulmate waiting around the corner when Maeve was barely in her grave for a month.

After using nearly the entire roll, he went back to his room to get dressed, but as he pulled on the shirt, the sleeve got caught on the enormous mountain of bandage. He tugged and teared at the shirt so much, it tore, leaving him to rip the shirt off, ball it up and throw it into the corner of the room.

He collapsed back onto his bed and sobbed. After three weeks of numbness, he didn’t think he could cry anymore, but here he was, dissolved into a pool of tears.

***

Weeks went by without him talking to anyone, interjecting in cases only when asked. The long swaths of silence frightened the team. No one was used to Reid being so quiet, but they also didn’t want to disrupt his grieving process; everyone grieved in their own way and on their own time. Who were they to judge how he went about healing himself?

But it still didn’t make them worry any less.

One day as they were about to get out of work, JJ decided to approach him; she could never have expected the reaction she got. “Spence, can I talk to you for a second?” All she wanted to do was assure him that he wasn’t alone.

“Not if it’s about what I think,” he said, snapping his head up from his desk. “I don’t want to hear how everything is going to be okay. I don’t want to hear how someone else will come along. I don’t want pity from someone who gets to go home to the person they love right now.” Spencer’s eyes stung with thick tears, in sadness, guilt for snapping at JJ, jealousy that she go to go home to Will when he’d never have the ability to go home to Maeve – all of it made him want to crawl out of his skin.

More than anything, he wanted to throw a tantrum – kick, scream and cry at the universe and how unfair it was, but instead, he’d snapped at JJ, and his mouth just kept going. “You get to stare down at your arm every night and see the words he first spoke to you. I don’t. I look down and there’s nothing anymore. Because she’s dead. I just don’t want to hear any of it Jennifer.”

With practiced fluidity, used to turning away from people when he was overwhelmed, he spun on his heels, pulling on his coat and taking strides toward the elevator. He watched as they closed, separating him from all those people – the ones that had what he so desperately wanted.

As the months wore on, he never once had the desire to look at the words hidden under his bandage. Once every few days, he would take the bandage off to change it, doing everything he could to make sure he never saw those words. It had been nearly a year since Maeve had passed, but for him, there was still no one else. His showering routine had gotten to a point where he no longer looked in the mirror and had perfected the art of wrapping his arm without truly looking at it.

The snapping incident that had occurred with JJ didn’t happen again – with anyone.  Basically everyone had assumed that they shouldn’t try and talk to him about romance of any kind, so with the exception of having to step on eggshells in regards to Spencer’s romantic life, his relationships with his friends went relatively back to normal.

On rare occasion, he would go out with the team, but only if they were just going out to eat. Bars weren’t happening. He’d never go out with anyone alone though, because inevitably the conversation would turn to romance and those godforsaken words. If he was honest with himself, he hated the universe for the phenomenon now.

No. Solo outings didn’t happen anymore – which is why he surprised himself when he agreed to go grab a bite to eat with Alex. He wasn’t sure what it was about Blake. Maybe it was because he knew she cared, but she wouldn’t pry.

As they sat down at a hole in the wall Indian restaurant in a booth that barely held the two of them, the two found themselves slipping to a comfortable silence. “I’m here, you know,” Alex said, still looking at her menu. That was all she said; that’s what Spencer loved about her. “You wanna split some vegetable samosas?”

“Sure,” he said without missing a beat. The sentiment hung in the air; he knew what she meant by “I’m here.” It wasn’t a cry for attention, like she felt he was ignoring her, but a subtle and soft reminder that she was there and more than willing to listen if he wanted to get something off his chest. Though they’d only known each other for about two years, Blake knew him better than most, or at least in a different way.

The waitress came over the table and introduced herself as Kala, taking their orders for drinks, appetizer and their meals and quickly departed leaving them in silence once again. “Can I ask you something?” Spencer wondered. Not his words – he still needed to steer clear of those, but hers were another story.

He watched as a smirk ticked up the corners of her mouth, but that was all she allowed her face to show. “Of course. What is it?”

For a moment, he tried to formulate what he actually wanted to say. From the way she acted with him, to the locket she played with on cases where kids were involved (specifically boys) to the one time they were rooming together on a case and he’d heard her mutter ‘it’s okay Ethan,’ he’d assumed for months that she was a mother, but she never spoke of a son, so Spencer had guessed that Ethan, if that was his name, was no longer living – yet she and her husband James remained steadfastly dedicated to each other. “Were the words James spoke to you the first ones on your arm?”

“No,” she said, her voice in a far off place in the corner of her mind. “I was with someone else before James, but he died. His name was Michael.” She seemed to remember him fondly. “I loved him with my whole heart, but one morning I woke up to see that he had passed away during the night. Aneurysm. A ticking time bomb that took him away from me at the age of 25; he was way too young.” The fond smile turned somber for a moment as she mourned the loss of someone so young – someone she loved so much. “And before you ask, it was about two weeks later that a knew set of words showed up on my arm, and for a while…I hated them. Those words. Not only were they a cheesy pickup line, but they sprouted up out of nowhere two weeks after the love of my life died. I hated them, until I met him. Once I did, they took on a whole new feeling.”

While he wanted to know what that feeling was, he wasn’t sure if he was ready to confront it yet, so he asked the next obvious question. “What were his words to you?”

Blake snorted and pulled up her sleeve. On her arm, no lie, were the words, “I don’t have a library card, but do you mind if I check you out?”

“Noooooo,” he said, suppressing the urge to giggle uncontrollably.

Blake just shrugged. “Oh yea. Go ahead and laugh because it’s funny. But he said them so badly I found it endearing. My obvious reaction was ‘what?’ so that’s what’s written on his arm.” She went on to tell him how a few years after Michael’s death, around the anniversary actually, she found herself frequenting her local library for some solitude. Over and over again, she eyed a tall, built, slightly tanned man with a beautiful smile, but she hadn’t had the guts to go talk to him, until one day he approached her and said those words. “After I said what, James stumbled over his words so badly, I had to reassure him that he hadn’t just blown it and we went to get dinner.”

It seemed like only a few minutes later that Kala came back with their appetizer. While they ate, the conversation went toward linguistics, specifically endangered languages and the work being done to preserve them. Once the meals actually came they’d talked so much that their mouths were dry and they were both beyond hungry, so nothing was said until they were at least halfway done with their meals. “Can I ask you something else?” He didn’t even look up from his plate, because although the words had slipped out of his mouth, he wasn’t sure he was ready for the answer.

“You know you can ask me anything,” she replied, her eyes soft as she took another bite of her food.

Spencer placed his knife and fork at the sides of his plate, swallowing hard and composing himself for her answer. “When James said those words, you said your feelings changed. How?”

“Well,” she started, picking up her fork as if she was starting to get a little anxious and needed something to do with her hands, “As I said, I hate those words. They popped up and I was pissed that the universe wanted to put someone else in my path when the love of my life had just died.” She’d lived his exact circumstances, just years earlier. “I hated those words until the first time I saw James. There was something about him – the way he looked at me, the way he smiled at me, just the small things – they were the first romantic encounter I had after Michael and it made me start to wonder if the words belonged to him. I found myself simultaneously hoping they did and hoping they didn’t, and then when he said them, it was like a weight lifted off my shoulders…I don’t know how else to describe it, which as a linguist, really bugs me.”

Spencer smiled softly, wondering if he’d ever feel that way. He couldn’t imagine he would. More time had passed since Maeve’s death than they had spent together, but he still missed her every day. The sweet sound of her voice was still one of the last things he heard at night. “Look at the words when you’re ready, Spencer,” she finally said.

He wasn’t sure how she knew that he even had a second set of words, no less that he hadn’t looked at them yet, except that she was a brilliant profiler and linguist. “How will I know?”

“You just will.”

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19:38

The exasperated voice of y/n filling the room as Alaia flipped through her magazine pages awaiting the pizza she had ordered as she would be left alone for the majority of the night.

Looking up at her friend, Alaia smiled. “Oh shit, don’t you think it’s too early to smash on the first date?"Her joke only made y/n laugh as she was already nervous enough. "Shut up! I doubt he’s that type of guy, but do you really think it looks good?” Alaia simply nodded turning the TV on.

Y/n was wearing a spaghetti strap black satin dress that showed her curves well. “So what’s he like?” Alaia asked as y/n sat down at the corner of her bed.

“He’s sweet, kind, hella smart, adorable…wonderful.” Alaia made a screeching noise as she was excited to know her roommate had found her first college love. “How smart?!”

Just in that moment, Kyle gave her a questioning look as to why she dressed in such manner. “Where are you going?” He asked handing Alaia the pizza box. “She has a date with mr. FBI.” Her friend answered as she paid for the pizza. “I’ll see you later.” That’s all y/n said to Alaia before heading downstairs.“

Kyle had gone with her as he was on his way out. So when they reached the outside of the dorm, Kyle just walked at a slow pace to hear.

"Doctor, what a pleasant night.”

“In fact it is. You look ravishing tonight. Are you ready to go? My colleague and co worker, David Rossi has recommended this place.”

Both of them let out little giggles ending their pretend fancy talk. Walking to the car, their hands grazing each other’s as they walked side by side.

Once in the car, y/n turned to look at Spencer who had started the car. It had been ten minutes in the car and all she had done was stare at him. Spencer noticed of course, but he didn’t want to brake her daze. But eventually he did when they got to the restaurants parking lot.

“Y/n I get that you think I’m pretty, but you’ve made me blush all through the car ride.

Spencer’s sweet talk and laugh only made her hide her face in her hands.

"Well, I’m embarrassed. Let’s just go in.” The two smiled before going into the restaurant. Getting to their table, they sat in front of each other.

“This place is beautiful.” Y/n admit looking at the crystal chandelier above them. The red velvet chairs they sat on. The softness of the golden satin table cover. “It really is, I’m glad you like it.”

“We’ve known each other for almost a week. I think it’s time to know each other better.” Spencer was right and y/n knew so. So in that moment the two began a conversation.

“So you only listen to Beethoven?” Y/n asked taking a bite of the breadsticks they had gotten. “Classical music in general, but Beethoven is my favorite if I’m being honest.” Y/n smiled grabbing her glass of water as she wasn’t old enough to drink wine. Well she wasn’t going to drink in front of a fed.

“Back home was alright, I–I don’t know I wanted to move to bigger places and explore life, but so far all I’m doing is questioning what career path I want, how did you choose to be in the FBI?” Spencer sighed looking at her. “I wanted to help people. I really did and I am.” Y/n smiled reaching for his hand.

Spencer turned his hand cupping hers and gently rubbing her knuckles. “What do you like? The key is to do something you like and makes you happy.” All she wanted to do was wrap her arms around him. That would make her happy.

“Anyways what’s your full name?”

“Spencer Reid, you?”

“y/n y/l/n.”

They talked more and finished eating. Afterwards a little discussion of who’s paying the bill, Spencer had won and y/n followed him outside to where they headed to the French restaurant.

“I’ve never had crème brûlée before, but I’ve seen it in French films.” Y/n mentioned as they went inside the restaurant. “You seem to watch a lot of films. What’s your favorite one?” Spencer asked to which she had a long thought about. “(Your favorite film)” “Sounds familiar, but I rely more on books.”

Grabbing the to-go box, the two headed out to the car driving towards the nearest park. With their plastic ramekins and spoons, the two began to walk around. “How long have you been working in the FBI?” Y/n asked looking up at the man placing the spoonful in his mouth.

Humming, Spencer turned to her. “Since 2005- more than a decade.”

“Is it hard work?”

“Sometimes. I mostly work in the geography. Where the unsub could be.”

“Have you gotten hurt before?”

Turning to look at her with soft eyes, he nodded. It only caused her to clutch the bottom of her dress.

“Shot in the neck, kidnapped and drugged.” Y/n grabbed his hand in support of something. “Sorry…”

“I’m not that interesting, what about you? What’s your favorite food, animal, place to go. I want to know about you.” Spencer smiled at y/n. His eagerness only caused her heart to flutter.

So she told him the basics. How many siblings she had, pets, how her home before college was. Her dreams and aspirations, it only caused laughter between them both as from time to time the two would tell each other jokes or puns.

“Oh my. We need to stop these awful puns.”

Y/n said laughing trying to contain herself. “I thought they were clever.” Spencer added as he as well laughed. “Yes they were, but puns have a good image for being awful…God it’s midnight. We really spent so much time making jokes, huh?” “Yes we have and it was worth it staying this late telling each other jokes.”

Looking at each other, both Spencer and y/n knew what was coming their way. Slowly they leaned in to the point where their faves were centimeters away. Spencer gently cupped her face, softly connecting their lips.

Soon they parted and looked at each other with a smile. “That was lovely.” Spencer said to which she nodded while they stood up. “Do you want me to take you back to the dorm?”

Buckling her seatbelt, y/n turned to him with a smile. “I think you’re forgetting our movie night, Dr. Reid.”

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Requested: Yes. Anon: hey! I really love your blog and I was wondering if you could do a reid x reader where the reader has a wet dream about Spencer and she finally tells him about her dream after he asks her what’s wrong and it ends in smut?? thank you so much

Word Count: 3,589, Warnings: Swearing, NSFW, Oral Sex.

A/N: Oh my God okay so I went a little crazy on this one and it’s a full fledged long fic. I was writing this and I actually needed to take a break my palms were sweating because Reid is so fucking hot. Anyway, I hope you like it! Please let me know if you want a Part 2 ;)

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Originally posted by hisirishsoufflegirl

Sprawled out on your bed, your naked form was being admired and touched by a handsome man. He glided his fingers up and down the sides of your thighs as he placed sensual kisses on your stomach. “God, you’re so beautiful.”, whispered Spencer. 

Wait what? Spencer? Hold on. Did you just have a wet dream about your nerdy co-worker?

You woke up in your bed covered in sweat as you tried to calm down your flustered state as you panted heavily trying to vaguely recollect the memories of the dream you had just had. It wasn’t a bad dream, in fact, it was amazing. You squeezed your thighs together in hopes of some sort of relief, but all you could do was think about the dream, which made your state even worse.

You sat there in silence as you tried to comprehend what had just happened. You’d been working at the BAU for 4 years now and you had never thought of Spencer that way. Sure he was tall, had gorgeous chiselled cheekbones and never failed to amaze you with his intelligent brain. Oh, God. Here you were thinking inappropriately about your co-worker at 3 in the morning when you had to be in for work at 7. There was no way you were going to act normal in front of him after this strange yet intoxicating image of you and Spencer practically having sex ingrained in your brain. All you could do was try to get back to sleep and hope that the flush would be over in the morning.

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Spencer: Okay guys, how do I ask someone out?

JJ: Roses are red, violets are blue, you should know my bed, has room for two.

Spencer: Oh my god, no.

Emily: Twinkle twinkle little star, we can do it in a car.

Spencer: Stop it.

Luke: Row row row your boat, gently down the stream, merrily merrily merrily merrily, I can make you scream.

Rossi: I feel like the last one is verging dangerously into serial killer territory…

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Spencer Reid x Reader (smut)

Requested: Yes. You guys wanted a part two to Let Me Help and so I delivered ;)

Word Count: 1,811, Warnings: Swearing, NSFW, Oral Sex, Wall Sex, Just sex in general tbh.

A/N: So I seriously don’t know whether this is good or not lmao, I tried my hardest. I was listening to Feel It by Jacquees whilst writing it and just oh my god if you haven’t heard it please listen to it. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy it!

After you managed to catch the UnSub that was disfiguring women and stabbing them in the chest you and the rest of the team were heading back to Quantico on the jet. You sat down in the comfy, creme coloured chair and closed your unrested eyes as you heard the rest of the team load onto the jet. You hugged your form as the air conditioning pumped throughout the plane whilst getting ready for take off. You felt someone sit opposite you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to open your eyes. You were so tired from the long nights and the constant moving around that you just wanted to relax for once.

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  • What she says: I'm fine
  • What she means: reid is innocent and he's too pure and gentle to be in prison and he doesn't deserve it and he deserves to be on bail but he's not and it isn't fair and my poor baby needs to be at home with his mother and I'm bawling rn and he's so sweet and innocent and I hate the writers right now I swear if this is Matthew's way of leaving the show I quit an-