The Art of Remembering // Spencer Reid x Reader

Prompt: Reader is left without her memories after surviving a car accident involving an unsub.

Requested by: Anonymous

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Spencer could hear himself scream your name as he watched the scene unfold.

It was difficult to see. He watched the unsub’s car, the one with you inside of it- tied up with rope that dug into your skin and tape across your mouth that muffled your screams. He saw it hit the wall. He wasn’t sure if the unsub had lost control or whether he had done it on purpose, choosing to end his life instead of facing the consequences that came with being caught. All he knew was that his heart stopped beating the moment the car crashed into the building and sent you flying through the broken windows and onto the hard pavement.

He was sure you were dead. Your body laid limp amongst the shattered glass on the floor. Blood was seeping from the back of your head and he could feel his heart being torn as he ran towards you, his eyesight blurred at the tears that instantly filled his eyes.

It was all a blur. He remembered bits and pieces. The harsh flashing lights of the ambulance. The blinding white walls of the hospital. The hard seats of the waiting room. The feeling that overwhelmed him when the doctor came in to announce what had been your fate. He remembered the sense of relief when he said you had made it.

His heart didn’t truly shatter until he was allowed to see you. You were finally awake and he was ecstatic as he rushed in to wrap his arms around you. What he didn’t expect was the way your body froze in a mixture of alarm and confusion. He pulled away and he immediately saw it in your eyes. You didn’t remember him.

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Just a Game of Chess // Spencer Reid

Summary: Spencer grows frustrated when Y/N keeps beating him at chess.

Requested by: Anonymous

“No. This can’t be. It’s not possible,” Spencer said with a frown as he looked over the game in front of him.

“Oh but it is,” you replied with a smug smirk. “Good game, Dr. Reid.”

Spencer watched as you stood up from the seat across from him and made your way to the back of the plane, taking a seat besides JJ and striking up a conversation. He frowned as he turned back to the chess game in front of him. He had calculated his moves. He should have won. And yet somehow you had beaten him at his own game.

“New girl getting the best of you pretty boy?” Morgan asked with a deep chuckle as he took the seat you had occupied just seconds before. Spencer glanced at him, his frown not leaving his face.

“No one ever beats me,” he replied in genuine confusion. The only person he’d ever struggled against had been Gideon and that had been a while back. He had become so accustomed to winning that losing a game to anyone was a bit of a shock and if he had to admit it, a blow to his ego.

“Looks like she did,” Morgan said with a smirk. “I like her already.”

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Chivalry // Spencer Reid x Reader

Prompt: Spencer wants to propose to Reader but is scared because he doesn’t know what Hotch will say due to the fact that the reader is his daughter.

Requested by: @madlittlecriminal

Falling in love with you had been easy. Spencer’s heart had simply melted into the palm of your hands after your loving gestures; the way you always reminded him to eat during tough cases. The way you’d stay with him until he’d fallen asleep, often in comfortable silence until his light snores floated to reach you. The way your smile never wavered, the way your hugs actually felt like home to him instead of creating a sense of discomfort.

Loving you had come naturally. He looked forward to seeing you, to spending countless hours wrapped up in warm blankets and drinking coffee as you sat watching the latest groundbreaking documentary together. That sparkle in your eyes whenever you caught sight of him made him feel as if he’d found himself lost in a romance novel where the two characters had been built for each other, as if made from the same constellations and dancing around each other as naturally as the universe compelled them to.

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3 a.m. //Spencer Reid x Reader

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Prompt: “Come over here and make me.”

Requested by: Anonymous

Warnings: Smut

Spencer groaned as he woke up in the middle of the night. His arm instinctively reached out for you as it did every time he woke and his eyebrows furrowed as he realized that he had touched an empty space. He blinked as he turned to find your usual spot uninhabited although the messy bedsheets were a clear indicator that you had been there at some point.

He cringed as he swung his legs off the bed and onto the freezing wooden floor. The cold winter had not been at all forgiving as a shiver shot through his spine the instant he left the protection of his thick blankets. Rubbing the sleepiness away from his eyes, he stood and made his way towards the living room. He wasn’t completely surprised to find you sitting on the couch, bundled up with a bright red blanket that JJ’s son Henry had given you as a birthday gift just the week before.

“Y/N, come to bed,” he said sleepily as he leaned against the doorframe. You barely even moved at his voice as you continued to stare at the screen.

“In a moment,” you replied, pulling the blanket closer around you. The living room was cold and you felt as if you were turning into an icicle despite the blanket that surrounded you. Henry, although a wonderful kid, knew absolutely nothing about the importance of a good blanket. He had simply asked for your favorite color and gone on his way to find something he thought you would like. And you did like it, but your insides were screaming for more warmth.

“It’s 3 in the morning,” Spencer chided as he looked towards the screen. Yet another episode of NCIS was on the television.

“Wait up, I’m almost done with season 3,” you replied dismissively with a wave. “Just go back to bed.”

“You know this stuff is nowhere near to depicting what the actual job is like, right?” Spencer said with a raise of his eyebrow. You snorted at his not so subtle shade.

“Sure because Dr. Reid, FBI profiler just knows everything,” you replied with a smirk. “Let me enjoy my show, Spence.”

“Come to bed." 

This time his voice was demanding when he spoke, his irritation with your growing obsession of the show obvious. He had to admit that he was a bit upset that you would watch these things when you could simply ask him about his job that was similar. He had plenty of stories to tell and yet he had found you completely obsessed with the show when he had returned from his last case.

You could sense Spencer’s growing agitation and grinned inwardly at the fact you had effectively riled up the more aggressive side of the man. You tilted your head slightly as you made eye contact for the first time, finally  peeling away from the television.

"Come over here and make me."You smirked at Spencer’s eye roll at your attitude before a spark of mischief gleamed from his eyes. He grinned wolfishly as he strode over and turned the television off. He ignored your howls of disapproval as he threw you over his shoulder.

"Put me down,” you whined before he unceremoniously dropped you onto your side of the bed. You gave a huff of indignation as he immediately placed the warm blankets on you, tucking you in tightly. You groaned as he made his way into the bed and wrapped his arm around you beneath the blankets.

“Goodnight,” he said definitively as his arm snaked even tighter around you to prevent you from leaving again. His eyes closed as he went back to sleep.

“I just wanted to finish the episode,” you grumbled before ultimately snuggling into him, a part of you grateful that you were wrapped in his warm arms instead of on the freezing couch. He opened one eye as you curled into him and grinned as he felt you finally relax in his arms before returning to his peaceful slumber.

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