anonymous asked:

Can I please request prompt 3 from the list!!

Originally posted by bookworm-of-the-year

 You had felt hopeless the moment you found out there had been a huge fire in your apartment building. Your apartment along with three others had taken the worst of it and you had been left homeless while they worked at rebuilding it. Thankfully for you, your longtime boyfriend Spencer was there to take you into his home.

Living with Spencer was surprisingly easy. You’d spend your days off together, marathoning documentaries and enjoying each other’s company. Spencer found that he enjoyed having you as a roommate and even considered asking you to move in, something he’d already been thinking about doing.

While living with Spencer was great, there was only one downfall. His cooking.

Now you didn’t claim to be a master chef but you could whip up a decent dinner. Spencer, however, lived off of various frozen food dinners. His fridge was nearly empty while his freezer was stocked with frozen lasagnas and chicken pot pies. It was amusing at first and you understood that being away for days to weeks at a time meant any fresh food would most likely go bad. He didn’t have time to cook anyways with his coming and going.

But he’d decided to change that when you moved in. He bought groceries and did his best to google recipes that seemed easy to do. Despite his best efforts and his meticulous use of a measuring cup, his food always came out too salty, not seasoned enough, or simply inedible.

Tonight was a special night. Spencer was planning to finally ask you to move in permanently and so he figured he’d try his hand at cooking again. He’d bought a few steaks and ingredients for simple sides like mashed potatoes and salad. He figured it would be simple enough to do.

“What’s all this?” You asked as you arrived home from work. Spencer greeted you with a hug and a kiss before leading you over to the small dinner table. He had set it up with candles and rose petals in an effort to make it look fancier. “You cooked dinner again?”

“Yup,” Spencer beamed as he sat you down. “Dig in while it’s still hot.”

You nodded and did so, a small laugh escaping your lips as you cut through the meat.

“Spence, this is seriously undercooked,” you chuckled as you looked at the bright redness inside. He sighed deeply when he cut into his own and saw it was the same.

“I’m sorry. I tried, I really did. I just wanted tonight to be special. I should have just taken you out-“

“Spence, this is still special,” you assured him, “it’s still a lovely gesture.”

“I just…I wanted to ask you to move in with me,” he stated. “Permanently.”

“Oh,” you were surprised but happy at the same time. You’d been thinking the same thing. “I’d love to.”

“Great,” he beamed, his hand reaching to grab yours across the table. “I can’t wait.”

“One condition though.”

“What is it?”

“I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck.”

He laughed loudly and nodded in agreement.

“I’ll definitely stop.”

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“Oh, Spencer took that one...”

so i read @reidbyers’s ask post about librarians and spencer and while reading it, this sentence caught my attention: “sometimes he takes so many books out that a lot of the time people come in looking for a certain book and they have to be like sorry…spencer took that one and 21 more.” and it gave me an idea/insp for a small little one shot, so thanks @wheresthewater and @reidbyers for unknowingly giving me this idea! also i’m so sorry if this feels rushed! 


While studying to get your doctorate in Psychology, you were fortunate enough to have every book you need for all of your classes at your fingertips, whether having your parents supply them for you or finding links to it online. While writing a paper, you noticed the assignment had some references from your very early Intro to Psych book. You realized quickly that you were going to need to go to the library; you had since given that book to a nice underclassman. 

You didn’t mind, but occasionally, a book you wanted to check out would be gone and they always said the same thing.

“Sorry honey, it looks like Spencer has that book out at the moment.”

“Well it looks like Dr. Reid has that book.”

“Yup. Spencer again.”

It seemed like every time you needed a book from the library, Dr. Spencer Reid would check it out before you. The three main, kind elderly librarians found it amusing every time you mentioned a book he had checked out. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think they were conspiring against you.

Sighing, you grabbed your shoulder bag and keys and made your way out of your brick brownstone apartment building. “If this Spencer has my book this time, I might just scream…” You muttered to yourself as you walked down the street. Luckily the library was only a few blocks from your place. You could smell the air and could tell it was going to rain. You picked up your pace.

Walking in the large building, you smelled the books and smiled. 

“Well hi, baby, what’re you looking for?” Came from Franny, your favorite librarian, knowing your routine by now.

“Hi Franny,” you grinned at her. “Do you have this book?” You handed her a crumbled piece of paper with the title of the book on it.

“Hmm,” Franny entered the title in her desktop and smiled knowingly. “I’m sorry hone–”

“Let me guess,” you rolled your eyes.

“Spencer has it,” you both said in unison. One cheerfully, and one tired. You guess who’s who.

“God, I’d love to give this Spencer a piece of my mind,” you shook your head. “He consistently checks out every book I want and I actually need this one!” You exclaimed. 

“What for?” Franny asked. 

“It’s my final. Our professor decided against a test final and just gave us a paper final. It counts for over half our grade and I know if I use the material in this book, I know I’ll ace that final…you see, I’m gonna make a callback reference to our intro to psycho book that’s gonna tie up my entire paper in a cute little bow.” You rambled, a bad habit you’ve gained whenever you become desperate for something. “I’m sorry,” you said. “You probably didn’t need to hear this, Franny.” You shook your head. “I’ll just check back tomorrow,” you turned and left quickly.

If you looked back, you’d seen Franny pursing her lips, pick up the phone, and dial a number. “Hi Spencer. It’s Franny. I’m sorry to bother you but I have a need for a book you checked out.”


You chewed on your lip as you walked into the library for the third day in a row. You weren’t expecting the book to be there today or any other day, but you had to at least check. Especially since your paper was due in three days. You inhaled as the familiar smell reached you again, a smile on your face, placating you for the time being. Today at the desk, was Esther, a particularly nosy woman.

“Hi Esther, any luck today?” You asked, already knowing the answer. 

“Actually, maybe!” She answered you. “Spencer is coming by today to drop off some books and pick some up, so maybe your book will be in the bunch!” She offered. 

You raised your eyebrow. “With my luck, probably not. But I finally get to meet this allusive Spencer.” You took a seat at the bench next to the main desk where the librarians worked and pulled out your laptop. It was a normal seat for you whenever you wanted to spend time at the library.

“Do you want some lemon bars, sweetie?” Esther, the known cook of the three main librarians, placed two lemon bars next to you. 

“Thank you, Esther,” you grinned thankfully at her. 

Deep into your studies, you didn’t noticed that an hour had gone past or that the other two librarians, Franny and Dorothy snuck in.

“Is he comin’?” Dorothy, with her deep southern accent, asked. 

“Yes, Dorothy. He told me he’d be here at 4:15 and that boy never lies to me,” Esther replied, rolling her eyes.

“You sure this is gonna work?” Franny asked, pushing her gray curls aside. “What if they don’t like each other?”

“Fran, those two couldn’t be a better match. My Henry (God rest his soul) told me I had a knack for seeing lovers,” Esther nodded. 

“That’s cuz you were always putting your nose in places it shouldn’t be –” Franny began to rebut but was interrupted by Dorothy. 

“Shhh, he’s coming!”

Sure enough, walking to the desk was Dr. Spencer Reid of the BAU. Trademark cardigan, scarf, and shoulder bag on. “Hi ladies, is something special going on? It’s rare to see you all here at the same time. Although I get the library’s newsletter sent to me every month and I didn’t see any events happening today to warrant you all here at the same time today.” He began to ramble. 

“Oh Spencer, don’t you worry about us,” Franny waved him off.

At the mention of the familiar name, your head popped up.

“I see you’re returning some books. May I check them in for you? Y/N here has been needing one you might have for quite some time now,” Dorothy grabbed the books from Spencer’s hand and slid them over to Esther. “Now leave us old ladies be to check these back in.” She shooed him away.

“So you’re the famous Spencer Reid,” you said as you saw him approach the bench next to you. “I’m not sure if its a pleasure to meet you or not,” you crossed your arms over your chest.

“Excuse me?” Spencer was taken aback. He saw you and blinked. You were beautiful. His mouth went dry, his heart stuttered, he felt a wave of adrenaline rush through him. 

You couldn’t help yourself. No matter how good looking he turned out to be, you thought to yourself. The rage built. “Every time I want to check out a book from here, you always have it, every single time! And sometimes you keep the books for months on end!” You huffed.

“Statistically, that’s impossible. There’s no possible way that every single time you need a book, I somehow have it,” Spencer challenged. Your voice sounded beautiful to his ears. He wanted to hear more of it. At least when it wasn’t filled with anger.

“Ladies?” You asked the librarians, without turning your back from Spencer.

“Yup.”

“Mhm.”

“Every single time.” Came their replies.

“…” Spencer had no reply to the three snarky librarians.

“Hmm,” you smirked at Spencer.

“I’m sorry,” Spencer said sincerely. “I didn’t know. If I did, I would’ve eagerly give you the books you needed.” I’d give you anything you want or need, his thoughts said, catching him off guard.

“Oh.” Your heart stuttered. He’s so sweet. And handsome. And obviously he reads since he consistently checks books out from here. And you weren’t expecting this response from him. You were fully expecting him to be this alpha male with a bunch of bravado. “W-well, thank you.”

“What book did you need so urgently that Franny called me?” Spencer couldn’t help but ask, the profiler in him begging to do so. The man in him, curious to hear more from her.

You told him the title. “I need it for my final paper. I-I’m getting my doctorate in psychology and I need it for one of my classes.” 

“Spencer has three PhDs,” Esther added, boasting. 

“Esther, hush,” Franny smacked her shoulder. “Let the kids do it by themselves,” she whispered to her.

“Three?” You were impressed. “Wow. You’d have to be kind of a genius to have three PhDs.” You said non nonchalantly. 

“Well, certifiably, I am a genius. I have an IQ of 185 and can read 20,000 words per minute and have an eidetic memory, but I don’t necessarily like to call myself a genius,” Spencer bashfully said. 

“Whoa…” You breathed. “But you’re totally one. A wonderful, brilliant genius,” the statement accidentally slipped out of your mouth and you blushed.

Spencer laughed, blushing as well. “Thank you.” 

You and Spencer engaged in small talk during the time the librarians were checking in more books. In the back of your mind, you were wondering why they were taking so long. They never take this long. But in your Spencer filled haze, you didn’t care. You smiled at each other, both of you taking in the beauty of each other’s smiles. You quickly moved your stuff aside for him to take a seat next to you on the bench. He quickly glanced at your laptop and instantly read part of your paper. The topic quickly jumped to psychology which jumped into talking about people’s minds, which, thanks to Spencer, jumped to odd facts. You were amazing by this man and all he had to offer. He had given you some extra facts to put into your paper.

Meanwhile, the librarians were smiling at the two of you, silently cheering you both on. The women had never seen Spencer smile as large as he did with you and you had never opened up so quickly to another person. It took even Esther a few months before you even gave her a smile. 

From then on, you and Spencer had a standing date at the library. In your bench. Occasionally Spencer would check out a book you’d randomly mentioned before just to rile you up. He was never able to live down the encounter that caused you to meet. While studying one night, Spencer rushed into the library and planted a kiss on your lips, changing your relationship with that. While he made the first move in your relationship, you made the first move in the bedroom. He was scared of his inexperience and you talked him through it. He proved to be a quick learner and with him reading smut novels for experiences and ideas in the bed, you were never ever unsatisfied.  

You both adopted a dog, which you named Esther because of the dog’s keen sense of smell. Esther found it hilarious and promptly kissed you both on the cheek. “About time you named something after me! I’d better get a baby named after me!” She cackled. 

The team noticed he was always happier and sometimes would walk in with his hair and ties ruffled. Luke could’ve sworn he saw a hickie on Spencer’s neck during a case. When he asked the boy genius about it, he immediately blushed at the memory.

“I want to try something,” you said shyly one night. 

“What?” Spencer smiled, holding you in his lap. He furrowed his brow at your shyness. You’d gotten over that long before. 

“I know you have sensory issues, but…I just want you to feel. Don’t think, but feel,” you told him as you wrapped your arms around him. 

“I don–” He was cut off by you kissing his neck. He laughed, “Y/N, I have no problem with you kissing my — oh.” He felt a wet vacuum on his neck. He could feel your tongue working on his neck, the feeling new to him. It caused a stirring in his body. The same stirring he got when he was aroused. He couldn’t help himself as he grabbed your face and kissed you.

“Spence, I wasn’t done!” You exclaimed. 

Spencer quickly removed your shirt. “And I’m just getting started,” he smiled.

Time passed quickly, yet slowly in your relationship. You were both so happy together. You didn’t know if you could be happier. He had come to your graduation, where you first met the team. They were suspicious and thought he relapsed so they followed him to you. The team loved you instantly. You quickly became a part of the family. JJ and Derek often called you and Spencer to baby sit. You kept your standing date at the library, even though you had no need of studying anymore. The three librarians always happy to see you both.

One day you went to the library to see all of them there. That never happened. Unless, like Spencer said the day you met, there was an event. And you knew there wasn’t. “What’re you ladies doing here?” You asked cheerfully.

“Oh no reason, darlin’,” Dorothy told you, looking like the cat who swallowed the canary. Actually, they all looked like that. 

To your surprise, Spencer proposed to you. In that library. On that bench. The squeals from the ladies were deafening. You swore they cheered even louder than Spencer’s team at your wedding. They each made long toasts, the guests confused at first. Esther’s was full of details you both hadn’t known she knew. “Nosy old bat,” Franny had said. Esther had the entire room cackle with laughter. Dorothy’s speech was filled with many, many southern phrasings and accounts of key moments of your relationship which she was witness to. She was always the one you came to during struggles in your relationship. And Franny’s was filled with wisdom, love, and hope. She was the one who orchestrated your first meeting.

No one was surprised, however, when you became pregnant immediately after your wedding; the both of you eager to start a family. Everyone was surprised when your water broke in that fateful library. On your bench. While Spencer panicked and called, in order, the team, then the ambulance. Luckily the three ladies had all enrolled in midwifery quickly after your first meeting and helped you deliver your first child, Diana Dorothy, in that library. On your bench. 

You were happy to inform Esther, a year after giving birth to your first son, that his first word was ‘Esther’. “This is better than having a baby named after me!” She hooted.

Unfortunately, with the times, the three ladies eventually passed. Esther first, Dorothy quickly after, then Franny held on long enough to see the birth of your third child, a girl you’d decided to call Francis Esther. In each of the ladies’ will, there was one statement that remained the same. “Give the library bench to Drs. Spencer and Y/N Reid. It has always been theirs.” 

That bench sat in the library of your home with Spencer, underneath a beautiful window where you’d told your children stories of the three ladies who were responsible for everything they knew. 


MASTERLIST

UPDATED AS OF 7/21/2017

CRIMINAL MINDS

Smarter Than I Look

لم شمل

Still Here

Dreamer

Association

Chance (Pt1)

Second Chance (Pt2)

Chance Wedding (Pt3)

Little Chance (Pt4)

Butterflies

The Color Red (Pt1)

Gray(Pt2)

Pink and Blue (Pt3)

Fortune Cookies (pt1)

Keeper (pt2)

Catch Me

Sick Day

The Twin

Mutual Attraction

Affected

Caught

No Monsters (Monsters Universe 1)

Daddy (Monsters Universe 2)

The Next Chapter (Monsters Universe 3)

Becoming A Reid (Monsters Universe Bonus)

A New Addition (Monsters Universe 4)

Not Yours

Misunderstanding

Like I’m Gonna Lose You

Flirting

Like No One’s Watching

Jennifer Isabel

She Checks Out

Mom-Approved

Love, Laugh, Safe

Best Christmas I’ve Ever Had

Now Dialing…

Aveline Charlotte Reid (pt 1)

Sweet Caroline (pt 2)

Christmas Morning

My Snowflake (pt 1)

A Different Kind of White Christmas (pt 2)

More Than Friends

Jealous

Happy Birthday

Teach Me To Feel

Home To You

Marine Science

Truth From Fiction

A Match (pt1)

Hazel Eyes (pt 2)

Love You, Hazel Eyes (pt 3)

Fight and Flight

Just A Cover

Simon and River

Dare?

Rushing

Anxious

Welcome Home, Sailor

I Win

Speed Reader

Poolside Fears

Talented

Spider Sense

Karaoke Dare

Baby Fever

Rescued

Baby Genius

White Flag

New Year, New Us

Decades Old Date

One Try

Beautiful

Sleeping Over

Conflict Resolution

Forever

Our Song…(pt1)

…And Dance (pt2)

Movie Night

Because I Love You

Catching My Eye

Mixed Signals

Little Sister

Home Sick

I See…

Sleeping In

Not So Secret

Lights And Sounds

Inked

Flustered

As I Am

Nothing Like You

Deduction

Beauty And The Beast

Skin and Fabric

Eyes Up

Mistranslated

Not Yourself

Distracting

Lights Out

Inherently Perfect

Acquaintance (Talented Part 2)

Photo Shoot

Unexpected

Dirty Mind

Holding Tight

Forgetful

Carriages and Carousels

Leg Room

Height Difference

All Grown Up

Forced Into Goodness

Warm Snuggles

Visitor

Fearful

Dreams of Exhaustion

Check-Up (Part One)

The First Date (Check Up Part Two)

The Wedding (Check Up Part Three)

Decibels

Surprise Meeting

Not What They Expected

Crashed

She’s Yours

Near-Death Experience

Walk In The Park

Accidental Matrimony

Beauty

The Unexpected Gift

Rejection 

Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader

Flirtatiousness

Say Yes  

Red-Lipped

Coffee Break

He’s My Storybook

Stand Out In A Crowd

Protector

Bastille Day

Confessional

Surprise (A Little One Part 1)

Deception

Age Gap

Turnaround

Someday Soon

Shattered

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

My Mess

Picnic

Spencer Reid x OC

Used Books And Autumn Rain Chapter One (ReidxOC)

Used Books and Autumn Rain Chapter Two (ReidxOC)

Used Books and Autumn Rain Chapter Three (ReidxOC)

Used Books and Autumn Rain Chapter Four (ReidxOC)

Used Books and Autumn Rain Chapter Five (ReidxOC)

Used Books and Autumn Rain Chapter Six (Reid x OC)

Used Books and Autumn Rain Chapter Seven (Reid x OC)

Used Books and Autumn Rain Chapter Eight (Reid x OC)

Used Books and Autumn Rain Chapter Nine (Reid x OC)




HARRY POTTER 

Wolfstar (Remus Lupin x Sirius Black)

Watching Remus Lupin Parts One and Two

Watching Remus Lupin Parts Three and Four

Watching Remus Lupin Parts Five and Six

Watching Remus Lupin Parts Seven and Eight

Watching Remus Lupin Parts Nine and Ten

Watching Remus Lupin Parts Eleven and Twelve

Watching Remus Lupin Parts Thirteen and Fourteen

Famous

Spencer Reid x Reader 

The team can hear Garcia’s scream from their desks. They used to jump up and run to her office, but now … not so much. Reid sighs and shakes his head, while Prentiss and Morgan laugh and shake their heads. JJ emerges from her office on the second level of the Bullpen and looks down at the three members of the team below her. “What happened now?”

Prentiss smirks and goes back to writing, laughing to herself. “You never know with Garcia.”

The woman in question bursts through the glass doors right then, a flurry of blonde hair and bright colors as she says, “Oh my god oh my god oh my god,” over and over.

“Who announced they’re getting married now?” Prentiss asks. “Emma Stone and Andrew Garfield?”

“As much as I would love that, no,” Garcia responds as she rushes over to them. “What I want to know is what this is!” She stops in front of Reid’s desks and thrusts her phone (her second spare one, that is) in his face. “Enlighten me, Dr. Reid?”

Reid blinks at the sudden intrusion of his personal space before taking Garcia’s hand and moving it back so that he can see what’s on the screen. He swallows when he sees it’s an Instagram post from your account displaying the picture that he currently has set as his home screen on his phone. Reid and you are cuddled together with him placing a kiss on your cheek, and you laughing.

He raises his eyebrows and spins back around in his chair, burying himself back in his work. “Right. That.”

He can practically feel Garcia’s body heat rising. “That’s all you have to say?” she squeals.

“What is it, Baby Girl?” Morgan asks, leaning over in his cubicle/desk. Prentiss does the same.

Garcia walks quickly over to him. “Only our favorite doctor cuddled up with the nicest, most beautiful woman on the planet!” She thrusts the phone in Morgan’s face. Prentiss leans over and looks also.

After examining the photo for a few seconds, Morgan raises his eyebrows playfully and faces Reid. “What is this, prettyboy?”

JJ sighs from where she still stands on the second level. “Did (y/n) post the picture?”

“Yup,” Reid responds, still not looking up from the file he’s reading.

Prentiss looks up at JJ. “You knew about this?” she asks.

The blonde raises her eyebrows. “He’s the Godfather of my child. Of course I knew.” She smiles and walks back into her office, leaving Garcia, Morgan, and Prentiss gaping at her. But they quickly turn their attention back to the doctor.

Morgan whistles appreciatively. “Almost a million likes. Who is this girl, Garcia?”

“She’s totally famous on Instagram and practically everywhere else!” Garcia exits out of the picture of you and Reid and scrolls through your feed so they can see the rest of your pictures. “She’s not really a model, but she also is? I guess? She’s mostly a role model, for, like, everyone, and she raises money for charities and all of that amazing stuff.”

“So this is your girl, kid?” Morgan asks.

Reid finally looks up from his file and looks at Morgan. “My girlfriend, yes. (y/n) and I met about eight months ago when she was on a trip here to D.C. Things just kind of escalated from there, and…here we are. We didn’t really want to tell anyone and let it get out until we were ready.”

“And when, pray tell, were you going to tell us, then?” Prentiss asks.

Reid smiles. “She’s coming to team dinner at Rossi’s on Saturday.”

Garcia makes an almost inhuman squeaking noise at the news, while Morgan and Prentiss just smile. “There we go, kid!” Morgan yells.

“Hey.” The four team members look up at Hotch, who had just walked out of his office. “When you’re all done, BAU room. We have a case.” After they all nod, Hotch continues on his way to their meeting space.

They all stand up and start to gather their things for the meeting. Garcia walks by Reid and places a big kiss on his cheek. He can’t help but blush at the physical contact. “Congratulations.” she says sincerely.

He smiles. “Thanks, Garcia.”

Prentiss and Morgan walk up to him next, and the latter claps Reid on the shoulder with a grin. “Way to go, prettyboy. Your charms finally worked.”

Reid chuckles. “I didn’t even have to use magic this time.”

Morgan grins and wraps his arm around the boy’s shoulders, pulling him into him as they walk up to the meeting.

Originally posted by dxmureminds

Spencer x Reader “Dirty” Smut

Pieces located here are more on the dirty/kinky side of smut and are one-shots.

Frenzy ** I Have No Idea Why ** Another Side of You ** My Lady ** Roleplay for Dessert ** All Mine ** Caught ** The Perks of Dating a Genius ** The Sweetest Punishment ** This Changes Everything ** What a Surprise ** A Heated Discussion ** Too Hot ** Taking Control ** The Full Picture ** Earning My Title ** Checklist ** Indulging His Fantasy ** 16 Hours to Go ** High Risk ** For Our Eyes Only ** Contest ** Heat ** His Wildest Dreams ** A Wondrous Night ** Right Under Their Noses ** The Ecstasy of Words ** Big Spoon ** Trying Something New ** Don’t Take Your Eyes Off Me ** Pinned ** Show and Demonstration ** Beautiful Mess ** Unraveling Oblivion ** Not Most Men ** Follow My Instructions ** Communication is Sexy ** Pinch Me I Must Be Dreaming (collab with @criminal-minds-fanfiction) ** I Want You ** His Other Side ** Perfect View ** Switching Personas ** Painting ** Unfettered ** Taking Turns ** NSFW Alphabet **

A to Z (Fluff) - Spencer Reid

Originally posted by sunshinemgg

A = Attractive what do they find attractive about the other?

He loves your hair, he likes to run his hands through it and braid it whenever he can and you like to do the same with him

B = Baby do they want a family? why/why not?

He’d be willing to have kids with you, but he’d be scared of being a father and he’d run his words together when he says “but what if I’m not a good dad? what if our kid will hate me? maybe-” you’d cut him off with a kiss and assure him that no one could ever hate a fluff ball like him

C = Cuddle how do they cuddle?

He loves being the little spoon. He’ll cuddle up against your side as you play with his hair. His cheek would be pressed up against your chest and the gentle sound of your heartbeat and steady breaths would calm him down and put a smile on his face.

D = Dates what are dates with them like?

He was so nervous when he first asked out on a date. He kept fidgeting and mumbling, but you got the idea. He likes taking you to the library or a cafe. Sometimes he’ll take you out to a fancy restaurant or go to the beach and have a picnic, but he loves movie marathons with you the most.

E = Everything you are my ____ (e.g my life, my world…)

“You are my world. The planet orbiting the sun, the stars swimming in the sky, the flowers kissing the grass. You’re all around me, and I love you.”

F = Feelings when did they know they were falling in love?

When you corrected him and outsmarted him in front of everyone. You took him by surprise and you left him with his mouth hanging open and dumbfounded. You giggled and kissed his cheek which made him blush in embarassment even more.

G = Gentle are they gentle? If so, how?

He’s super gentle with you. He holds you like your glass and could shatter at any moment. He treats you like you’re a rose that he wants to cherish forever and it makes your heart flutter.

H = Hand/Hold how do they like to hold? how do they like to hold hands?

HE LOVES HOLDING YOUR HAND. He loves the warm feeling of your hand in his. He’ll even ask to hold your hand sometimes. It’s the only exception of germ passing that he allows because he loves you so much. Your hand’s small and it first perfectly between the spaces between his fingers.

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Bad At Your Jobs (Spencer Reid X Reader)

Summary: The team thinks you and Spencer would be absolutely adorable together. The thing is, the two of you act as though you’re practically a couple already! You buy each other meals and coffee, almost live at each other’s desks, give each other dorky pet names, and the team can’t take it anymore. But…there’s something off. Is Garcia just paranoid or is there something they’re missing?

Warnings: None (maybe a curse word or two in there)

Key: (Y/N) - your name

Requested by EmmyDrakon: I REALLY dig your Legolas x Reader and your Aragorn x Reader works <3 Also Sherlock. And idk if you watch the show but, if you do, Spencer Reid from Criminal Minds could always use more love :) Sorry I don’t have anything more specific; you’ll be the first to know when I do ^_^

Note: I love Criminal Minds! And Spencer! Very much so! (Please feel free to request more Criminal Minds, it seems to be a pretty good cure for writer’s block) I swear I’m working on more requests, I just have a lot of said writer’s block right now. :(


    Derek Morgan, Penelope Garcia, and Emily Prentiss watch from across the room in disappointment while you lean over Spencer’s chair and wrap your arms around him. They continue to watch you ruffle his hair, laugh, and point things out in the open book he’s holding. Garcia shows further disappointment, sighing as Spencer explains something from the book to you in depth and you listen devotedly.

    “That is is disgustingly adorable.” Penelope sighs, leaning onto her arm.

    “Mhm,” Derek confirms, stoic while taking a sip of his coffee.

    “God, I feel like we shouldn’t even be watching this.” Emily huffs, looking away.

    As they all express their agreement, a certain blonde agent appears beside them, holding a new set of case files. She glances at her friends, confused, before following Penelope’s gaze to you and Spencer. She smiles fondly and turns back to the trio to question them. “What’s going on?”

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Spencer through the seasons hotness ranks.

Season 1: takes you to the local science exhibit and kisses you on the cheek after. Hot.

Season 2: making out in the park at midnight. Hot

Season 3: hot car sex on a stakeout complete with hand window thing from titanic. Hot

Season 4: chair sex in the kitchen, hands bruising your hips. Hot.

Season 5: you are the professor i want to fuck me over their desk, who refuses to let me call them anything but Dr. Reid during sex. Hot.

Season 6: daddy. Pure daddy. Hot.

Season 7: pull my hair and call me your slut kitten. Hot.

Season 8: broken crying sweet love making hot. Hushed whispers against your neck while he slowly thrusts into you hot.

Season 9: pull my hair and tell me you love me hot.

Season 10: break into the science lab at your collage reunion and fuck on the lab table hot.

Season 11: use that interrogation voice on me while you bend me over your desk hot.

Season 12 (pre jail): pull his hair while fucking him on a chair hot.

Season 12 (after jail): rough but sweet, fast but loving, biting your neck and bruising your hips, no mercy over stimulation, goes down for hours. Hot.

This has been cheynnes guild to reid seasonal hotness scale. Enjoy.

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Egotistical Drunk Men - Spencer Reid

WARNINGS: NONE

Spencer’s P.O.V

“Hey! Pretty boy!” Morgan snapped his fingers, pulling me out of my trance, “Are you listening to me?”

“Sorry,” I mumbled, glancing over my shoulder one last time at the girl who had captured my attention earlier, and who I had not-so-subtly been staring at for the past half hour.

Her nose was burried in a hard cover copy of “The Dark Tower” by Stephen King. Three completely full glasses were placed in front of her from the multiple men that had tried to hit on her but failed.

She was more captivated by the book in her hands than the music that filled the room, and even when her stumbling drunk friends tried to coax her to the dance floor, she denied them.

“Reid!” Morgan called, it had seemed my short gazed lasted a bit longer than I expected. “Sorry,” I mumbled again, causing the team to share odd looks between one another.

“Oh I see,” Emily said with an evil smirk, her eyes traveling to the girl. “Pretty boy has a crush,” Morgan sang, catching on.

I knew better than to pretend like I didn’t when I was surrounded by profilers, “I just… Think she’s cute, that’s all.”

Morgan chuckled, “Alright pretty boy, why don’t you go talk to her then.” I shook my head, “I couldn’t, I mean look at her.”

“Oh come on, Spence,” JJ said, rolling her eyes. “She looks like your type.”

“She’s got a point kid,” Rossi coaxed, soon even Garcia and Hotch joined in. Everyone began giving me tips on how to approach the girl, what to say, what to do, and even what pickup line to use.

“Everyone settle down and let the master handle this,” Morgan said, causing a few scoffs to arise.

“All you gotta do, is walk over there, give her a wink, then flash that FBI badge, and boom, you’re golden,” He said, leaning back in his chair with a smile.

“Oh oh, and say ‘You’re under arrest for being too sexy’,” Garcia said, earning a laugh of approval from everyone.

“I don’t know,” I said.

“If you don’t, then I’m gonna go over there and get those digets because damn that girl is fine,” Morgan said with a smirk. I sent a glare in Morgan’s direction before hesitantly standing up, causing my team to start cheering, I quickly hushed them.

As I walked away they all leaned in my direction, they were close enough to hear everything.

I took a deep breath before hesitantly walking over to the girl. “Um, hi,” I said quietly.

The girl turned to me with an annoyed expression on her face, but as soon as she saw me, her expression softened and morphed into a smile that took my breath away. “Hi,” she said back quietly.

I glanced back at Morgan who winked and flashed his badge, hinting for me to do the same.

I nervously turned back to the girl, giving her an awkward wink, and pulling out my badge, “Y-You’re under arrest… For being too sexy,” I stuttered out.

The girl raised her eyebrows, “If you don’t mind, I’d just like to finish my book,” she said, the annoyed look returning to her face. I didn’t have a chance to respond before she turned her attention back to her book.

I let out a sad sigh, mumbling a ‘sorry’ to her before walking away.

“Well that didn’t go so well,” Emily said, stating the obvious. I nodded, “I thought she liked me, she smiled, but as soon as I started talking- it was as if she was disgusted by me.”

Morgan suddenly stood up, “What are you doing?” Garcia asked. “Seeing what this girl’s problem is.”

Morgan walked up to the girl and we all listened closely to what he was saying.

“Excuse me, babygirl?” He greeted. The girl rolled her eyes and look at Derek, she however didn’t smile like she did when she looked at me. Derek held up his badge, “My friend just came to talk to you, and-” the girl cut him off.

“And you decided that since I turned him down that you’d give it a shot to see if you could get laid tonight, sounds like a pretty shitty friend to me, babyboy.” The girl fired, causing JJ to choke on her drink.

“Damn, that was brutal, you think that’s ever happened to ’The Derek Morgan’ before?” She said with a slight laugh.

Morgan however looked deeply offended, but the girl spoke before he could, “I’m sorry to be rude, but I’m kind of over having a bunch of overly confident, egotistical drunk men, hit on me tonight, so if you could please leave me alone, I’d really appreciate it.”

And with that Derek raised his eyebrows, almost saying something, before deciding against it and walking away.

Everyone tried to conceal their laughs as Derek sat back down, his bruised ego very visible.

“Maybe she’s a lesbian,” Emily said with a shrug, causing Derek to roll his eyes, “Or a stuck up-”

JJ didn’t let him finish, “Woah there buddy, maybe she’s just tired of being hit on by jerks like she said. I mean, she smiled at Spence and seemed into him before he started using your 'tips’.”

“She has a point,” Rossi said before turning to me, “Why don’t you give it one more shot kid.”

“But this time, just be your usual m self,” Hotch added in. I shook my head, “She’s already mad.”

“Then go cheer her up,” Rossi said, before getting up and putting his hands under my armpits, pulling me up so I was standing. “Rossi-” I tried, but he stopped me, “Trust me kid, you won’t regret it.”

Before I knew it, my feet had carried me back to the girl, my heart pounding in my chest. She must have heard me come up, because she let out a sigh, however I stopped her before she could say anything.

“I’m sorry,” I said quickly, “I was a jerk earlier, it’s just, I saw you reading earlier and I know this is gonna sound creepy, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. I wanted to talk to you, but I was too shy, so my friends-” I pointed to where the team was sitting, they all smile and waved awkwardly.

“They gave me advice on how to talk to you, and I was stupid enough to take it, that guy you met earlier, that wasn’t me, and I would really appreciate it if you gave me a second chance, but I’d understand if you never wanted to see me agan.”

I looked down at my feet, preparing for the worst, but instead of rejecting, I heard a giggle. “Why didn’t you just start with that?” She said, causing my head to snap up in shock.

“I thought you were cute, but then you started acting like a Jerk, and I’d already dealt with too many of those tonight, I’m sorry I was so rude,” she said, her voice filled with guilt at the last statement.

I shook my head, “Don’t be, I shouldn’t have tried to be someone I’m not.”

“Well then who are you?” She asked with a smile.

I returned the smile, “I’m Spencer, Spencer Reid. I have three PhD’s, I can read 20,000 words a minute, have an eidetic memory, and believe it or not, I actually do work at the FBI.” The girl let out a laugh, “I’m sorry, was that too much?”

She laughed again, “No, no, that was good,” she said still laughing. “I’m Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N. I’m going to Med school, I can write a six page essay in the two hours before it’s due, nap all day, and believe it or not, I don’t drink.” She said, shooting a look at the three full glasses that still sat in front of her.

“Why don’t I buy you a coffee sometime then?” I asked, not knowing where all this confidence came from.

“I’d like that.”

Nighttime Company

Originally posted by zugzwangcm

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader (ft. Morgan)

Content/Warnings: Fluff

Words: 485

A/N: I procrastinated writing this by working on another drabble list that won’t be used until November at least. So there’s that. Also coming up with titles is the hardest part of the writing process. Besides the writing, of course. That is all.

This was a request from anon asking for 41 with Reid. I hope you like it :)


“Morning Y/N,” Derek Morgan greeted as you walked into the BAU. “Whoa, you look like hell, you alright?”

“Yeah,” You mumbled tiredly, taking a swig of your coffee. “Just a long night.”

In reality, you had spent your night completely sleepless, not because you couldn’t sleep, but because you were scared to. It wasn’t even because of your job, which was horrific on the best of days, though it was part of it. The last case you and the team had worked on was in the town you had grown up in. The case hadn’t just hit a little to close to home - it had hit your home, since you were kidnapped by your step-father who ended up being the unsub all along. Sure, you knew he was an abusive son of a bitch, but you didn’t think he was capable of butchering the people you had all but grown up with.

You had nightmares every night after that. Last night, you couldn’t take it anymore, forcing yourself to stay awake via TV and copious amounts of caffeine. Needless to say, coffee was the only thing you were running on this morning, but at the very least you didn’t have a case. Just paperwork, which was probably worse. “Good morning, Y/N,” Spencer greeted, giving you a smile. His eyes took in your appearance, and he frowned. “Did you sleep at all last night?”

“Nope,” You said, collapsing at your desk. “I’ll be alright though.”

“That’s not very healthy, you know,” Reid said, wandering over to lean against your desk. “You need to stop doing this to yourself.

“It’s the only thing that keeps the nightmares away,” You mumbled, propping your head in the palm of your head to look up at him. “Unless you have a better suggestion.”

“Well, um,” Your boyfriend stammered. He very obviously did have an idea, but you didn’t know if he was going to stop stuttering long enough to spit it out.

“What is it?” You said impatiently, tone more snappish than you had meant it to be. “Sorry, I’m just really tired.”

“No, no, it’s alright,” Spencer assured you. “My thoughts were, well, people say that sometimes they sleep better if there’s another person with them. And I was just thinking, if you wanted to try, maybe we could…”

“Spence,” You drawled. “I am currently running on caffeine and pure spite right now, so anything that will let me get a full night’s sleep is a godsend. And if you really think that I would say no to cuddling with you all night, you would be wrong.”

“Oh,” He said, blushing. “Right, um, I’ll come over tonight then.”

“Woo, get it Reid!” You heard Morgan yell from across the room, causing the doctor to go an even more vibrant shade of red.

You tactfully flicked Morgan off before smiling sleepily at Reid. “Sounds like a plan.”

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Study Session

Spencer Reid x Reader (smut)

Requested: No. But, this is dedicated to the wonderful @reidoneshots because I promised rach that I would dedicate my next smut to her, and so… here it is ;)

Summary: When you’re struggling to study for you final Law exam, you decide to seek help from your unusually handsome professor…

Word Count: 1,516, Warnings: Swearing, NSFW, Oral Sex, Orgasm Denial, Unprotected Sex (wrap it before you tap it, yo)

A/N: This is a Professor!Reid x Student!Reader so if you’re like grossed out by that then I urge you to skip this fic, but other than that yeah & also I know that Reid doesn’t have a bachelor’s in Law or any affiliation with it, from what we’ve seen but I just thought it would be kinda fun.

Originally posted by hisirishsoufflegirl

You sat on your bed, books sprawled out in every corner as you attempted to take in the extensive information. You were going to take your final exam tomorrow and although you felt prepared, last minute studying was always a great option. Your professor had told you in your last session with him that you could find him on campus in his office if you needed help. “What the heck,” you sighed out, knowing that a little help couldn’t hurt.

You walked into his office and found him sitting amongst masses of essays and books. He took a moment to look up from marking, “Y/N?” he dragged his glasses off of his face, placing it on top of his book. “Hi. I was wondering if I could take you up on that study offer?” you asked setting down your things in the antique chair opposite his desk. “Of course, please sit,” he replied enthusiastically which was unusual considering it was almost 2 in the morning, “Would you like some water?” he inquired, you smiled up at the man before giving a short nod.

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Cute-Cumber

You, the reader, are a barista at the local coffee shop that Spencer frequents. Just as a small way to flirt with him, you always write cheesy pickup lines on his coffee cups… This is the outcome of that. 

Note: It’s 1 AM and I usually keep my writing to myself so not all of this is going to deserve a Pulitzer Prize. Sue me. 

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: Is being cheesy a warning?


It was early in the morning when Spencer entered the coffee shop that you’ve been working at for quite a bit now. The two of you always exchanged a minimal amount of words that usually consisted of a greeting, his order, and you telling him to have a nice day, and on occasion, Spencer would ramble about something when answering your questions that were simply small attempts at small talk. To say that you’d slowly become more and more infatuated with the dorky and awkward man would be an understatement. 

You don’t know exactly how it started. It began as smaller hints that started off with you drawing a little smiley face or heart by his name when writing it onto the cup. After that, it progressed into small motivational messages accompanying his name and once, when you didn’t exactly think it through, you wrote, ‘if you were a vegetable, you’d be a cute-cumber’  on his cup. When Spencer had picked up his cup, he read it and his face turned bright red as he glanced at you before almost immediately turning on his heels to go add his sugar. What you didn’t know was that there was a small smile creeping onto his lips as he did. 

Time passed and Spencer still remained a regular at the shop. And you? You never once missed writing some sort of a pickup line onto his cup. His reactions would always be different. When you wrote ‘I’m no photographer, but I can totally picture us together’ with a winky face following it, he simply smiled a little, blushing like he usually did. But your favorite reaction so far had been when he chuckled quietly at ‘Did you invent the plane? Because you seem Wright for me.’

Eventually, your pickup lines on his cups were the reason he went to the shop you worked at. He was eager to see what you could come up with and well, he felt genuinely happy whenever he saw the little hearts or winky faces you’d include. You and your crazy pickup lines became his highlight of the day and when he was out on cases, well he’d miss that highlight very much. 

Nearly three months passed with you simply writing the pickup lines on his coffee cups and nearly three months passed with both of you sharing looks filled with pure and awkward infatuation. Three months and Spencer had yet to say anything about the pickup lines to you. Three months and you were slowly running out of ideas on what to write next. You obviously were trying to make a subtle move on him, but the man had yet to even ask you out. 

You decided to go out on a limb with your next move. Instead of writing a pickup line, you simply jotted down your number, being sure to include three x’s by it and a small heart. Taking a deep breath, you extended the cup to him with your normally chipper smile, “Have a good day, Spencer. Enjoy your drink.” You turned away from him as he eagerly took the cup from you to see what his pickup line of the day was. You didn’t want to see his reaction out of sheer fear of what his reaction would be. You didn’t know if he felt the same way for you as you did him and well, the possibility that he doesn’t just didn’t sit well with you. You went back to attend to the other customers but made sure to glance behind your back to see if Spencer was still there. 

He wasn’t.

You sighed quietly. The outcome didn’t surprise you. But you put on that bright smile and went back to attending to your customers. It wasn’t until your break that you had the time to check your phone. You had one unread text message from an unknown number.

Are you made of copper and tellurium? CuTe

-Spencer x