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Sweet Valentine // Spencer Reid x Reader

“That’s sickening,” you commented with a grin as a bouquet of flowers was delivered to JJ right in front of you. She chuckled, aware of the fact you were joking and simply waved the comment away.

“Will is just sweet,” she replied. Your grin grew bigger at the fact JJ couldn’t hide the growing blush on her cheeks. She and Will had been together for a while now and yet he always seemed to find a way to fluster her. Watching JJ receive little gifts was something the whole office had come to enjoy.

“You’re just mad cause you don’t have a date lil mama,” Morgan commented with a smile. You scoffed as you swiveled your chair around in order to face him.

“I don’t need a date. I have Emily and Reid this year,” you replied with a smug smirk. The three of you were the singles of the group and after much convincing, you’d managed to have them agree to an anti-valentine’s day.

“About that…” Emily replied guiltily.

“Emily! Did you seriously get a date at the last minute?? What happened to all of us agreeing to boycott Valentine’s Day by spending it getting drunk together?!” You exclaimed in disbelief.

“Okay one- we did not agree to boycott. We only agreed to spend the day together since none of us had dates, and two-the drinking thing was your idea. Not that I wouldn’t mind getting completely wasted although I do worry about Reid if you continue that plan,” she laughed. “Sorry babe, I got asked out and I just couldn’t say no.”

“Looks like it’s just you and Reid now,” JJ replied with a wiggle of her eyebrows. You rolled your eyes at the gesture, knowing well that she always pictured the two of you together. You couldn’t deny the fact you’d developed some feelings for the man, but expecting Spencer to make a move was like waiting for rain in a drought. It wasn’t likely to happen any time soon.

“I guess I’ll have to let him know it’s just the two of us,” you replied as you shot Emily a look through narrowed eyes. She smiled brightly, her eyes shining with mischief.

“I already let him know last night,” she replied.


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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

Originally posted by toyboxboy


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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Sleepless // Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Spencer and Reader share a small conversation in the middle of the night.

A/N: Just a few feelings that I know most of us have felt at some point. I hope you enjoy!


Something stirred Spencer awake that night. Perhaps it was just the way the blankets had folded underneath him in his slumber, causing an uncomfortable position for his back. Or maybe it was his subconscious reacting to your earlier mood.

He wasn’t surprised when he turned and found you awake. Your eyes were staring blankly up at the ceiling, your mind clouded by the millions of thoughts running through it and yet nothing made sense.

“You okay?” Spencer asked, his voice low and raspy. He clumsily rubbed at his eyes before looking at you again.

“Hardly,” you replied softly without turning to him. Spencer frowned at the tone of your voice, noticing that it was devoid of any trace of happiness. Instead you sounded tired, exhausted even. It was something that had become increasingly common in the past week.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked gently as he propped himself up on his elbow. You looked at him briefly, taking in the way his usually sharp features seemed softer in the moonlight. Spencer had always been a kind soul underneath all of the genius, and his intuition was rarely off. He knew when to pry for information and when it was best to leave you alone. It was late and you seemed lost, so he thought he would take the opportunity to ask.

“I wouldn’t know where to begin,” you sighed. His lips pursed in thought at the sincerity in your voice. He’d noticed your mood the second he stepped into your home, but in true Y/N fashion, you’d kept silent about it. You were never one to burden others with your troubles and although some might find it to be a trait of strength, Spencer knew how important it was to be able to share.

“Start at the beginning. What’s bothering you the most right now?” he suggested, his kind eyes making it clear that he was genuinely interested in what was causing your sleepless night.

“That’s the thing. I don’t know,” you replied as you turned on your side. Spencer frowned as the light from the window hit your face and illuminated your sad gaze. You sighed deeply as you attempted to organize your thoughts.

“I was fine. And suddenly I’m home and I’m feeling like I need to escape. I feel anxious and like everything I’m doing is wrong. I’m home and I feel like I desperately want to go home and I can’t because I’m already here,” you replied in frustration.

Spencer felt his own heart break slightly at your words. He knew exactly what you felt. He knew it all too well, and yet he had never voiced it aloud the way you had just done. It was a helpless feeling, one that was more than enough to keep you awake at night. You sighed, noting the concern in his eyes and the way he remained quiet.

“I’m sorry. I’m not making any sense,” you apologized tiredly. You turned your back to him, determined to force the feeling away until you could finally disappear into some much needed sleep that night. “Go back to sleep, Spence.”

There was a moment of silence before you felt an arm wrap around you. Suddenly a comforting heat enveloped your back as Spencer pressed himself against you, holding you the way he did most nights. It was a sweet embrace that usually left both of you feeling satisfied, as if the whole world could melt away and it wouldn’t make a difference as long as you still had each other.

“You’re tired of being tired. I understand that,” he said softly. “I’m here for you. I know it can feel overwhelming but know that you’re not alone through it.”

You felt yourself sink deeper against his chest as his words brought you a sense of comfort and peace. Spencer somehow always knew what to say to make your worries shrink away. His arm tightened against you ever so slightly, just enough to remind you that he was there to stay.

Not What They Expected

Anonymous asked: Hi! I really like your stories! Can you do a Spencer x reader where they’re secretly dating and they “spend the night together”, the team go to his place and she answers the door in his shirt or something like that??


“I’m kind of worried about Spencer,” JJ said. 

“Why?” Penelope asked, looking around the room for said genius. “Is he not here?”

“No,” JJ replied, glancing over at Spencer’s empty desk. “He texted to say he was taking the day off since we don’t have a case. They both looked over at the pile of paperwork on Spencer’s desk. It was odd for him to leave work unfinished. 

“I texted him back,” JJ continues, “to ask him if everything was okay. He never answered me.”

“That’s unlike him,” Emily chimed in. “Do you think someone should go and check on him?” 

The three of them looked at each other for a moment. 

“Maybe we should,” JJ said finally, reaching for her coat. “Emily, you coming?” Emily nodded her head affirmatively. 

“Where are you guys going?” Morgan asked. 

“We’re going to check on Reid,” Emily replied. Morgan frowned. 

“Why? What’s wrong?” he asked. They explained the situation to him and Morgan reached for his coat as well. 

“I’ll go with you,” he said. 


I was snuggled up close to Spencer, his warm, bare skin pressed against mine. I looked up at him, his eyes closed and his lashes brushing up against his cheeks. He looked so peaceful in the morning light. Spencer had always been so reserved and shy, but our first night together had been way more than I had expected. We certainly hadn’t planned on staying up all night, but before we knew what had happened, the sun was rising over the horizon. Spencer had texted to let his colleagues know that he wouldn’t be in to work, and then he had fallen asleep. 

As for me, I was too exhilarated by our first night together to sleep. Spencer and I had been dating for six months, and we’d spent countless nights crashing at each other’s houses, even sleeping in the same bed after watching a bunch of movies or losing track of time because we were lost in conversation. I’d been happy with that, but even happier with how the night before had turned out. Spencer mumbled in his sleep and snuggled closer to me. I smiled slightly at him, and I was lost in thought when a sharp, distant rap on the door. I didn’t want to wake Spencer if I didn’t have to, so I quickly slipped out of bed and pulled on the first thing I saw. It was one of Spencer’s thin, threadbare tee shirts, soft from wear. I glanced back at Spencer, and then headed for the door. There was another knock, and when I opened it, there were three people on the other side, all of whom stared at me as if I had grown a second head. 

“Hi,” I said. “Can I help you?”

“Um, uh,” stammered the blonde. She looked between me and the others with her. 

“Who are you?” asked the dark-haired woman. 

“I’m (Y/N),” I replied. “Are you here for Spencer? He’s asleep right now.” 

“Yeah, we are here for Spencer,” answered the man who was with them. “Sorry, I still don’t understand. Is that Reid’s shirt?” he asked. I glanced down and nodded. 

“Yeah,” I replied. “Do you guys work with Spence?” 

They all nodded, and suddenly everything made sense. Spencer had told me he didn’t want his team to know about us yet, but neither of us had ever imagined they would show up at the door. 

“I’m his girlfriend,” I began, and then turned at the sound of footsteps behind me. Spencer was standing there, staring at me in his tee shirt, and his team past me in the hallway. 

“Spencer,” said the blonde. “Hi.” 

“Um, hi…” Spencer said slowly, approaching us. He came to stand behind me, one long-fingered hand resting on my shoulder. 

“What are you guys doing here?” he asked. 

“We were concerned about you,” came the answer from the dark-haired woman. “You didn’t answer JJ’s text, and it’s unlike you to stay home from work, even if we don’t have a case,” she explained. I felt Spencer soften slightly behind me. 

“Thanks, guys, but I’m fine,” he said. Glancing at me, he added, “Obviously.” 

“We’re really sorry, Spence,” giggled the blonde. “But, now that we’re here, you want to introduce us?” 

Spencer smiled slightly. 

“(Y/N), this is Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jareau, or JJ, and Emily Prentiss. Guys, this is (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N), my girlfriend,” he said. 

“It’s really nice to meet you guys,” I said. “Although this isn’t exactly how I would have chosen to do it.” 

“Well, I guess we learned our lesson about messing around in Reid’s business,” Emily remarked. 

“Well, I can tell you one thing,” Derek began with a grin in Spencer’s direction, “Garcia is going to have a field day with this one.” 

Wake Up Call // Spencer Reid x Reader

A/N: Just something I wrote very quickly this morning. I hope you enjoy!


Spencer groaned as he felt pressure against his hips that morning. He was asleep, or at least had been until a pair of legs decided to straddle him. He groaned in discontent at being torn from his dreamless sleep and opened one eye, unsurprised when he saw your smiling face hovering above him.

“Y/N, it’s Sunday,” he groaned as he closed his eye once more and returned to the darkness behind his eyelids. He was unnaturally tired and desperately wanted to rest more. “This is my last day to sleep in before I have to go back to work.”

“It’s already noon, Spence,” you laughed as you pried an eye open with your fingers. He groaned again and lightly pulled your hand away, wrapping his own hand around yours. He gave it a light loving pat that caused you to grin, knowing that he was trying to get rid of you at the moment.

“Don’t lie to me,” he replied knowingly. You had a habit of telling him it was later than it was just to get him out of bed earlier. He was always slightly irritated when he figured it out, but that was quickly washed away when he realized it was just you wanting to spend more time with him. He found it sweet altogether.

“I’m not lying,” you whispered as you leaned over him, your lips pressed to his ear. “I swear on everything I love, on you and on puppies, that it is already noon.”

Spencer suspiciously opened an eye to look at you, your own eyes looking back at him and shining with amusement.

“You swear on puppies?” he asked.

“Yes. All puppies big and small,” you replied with a smile.

“You’re really serious then,” he yawned. His arms stretched above him as he finally forced himself awake before his hands landed on your hips.

“We should go get some lunch then, now that you’re awake,” you suggested cheerily once Spencer had fully opened his eyes. You tried to roll off of him only to find it impossible as he held your hips down in place. Your eyes widened as you felt something beneath you that definitely wasn’t there before.

“I don’t think I’m quite awake yet,” he replied cheekily as his hips gave a small thrust against you. “Maybe you should find a way to wake me up fully.”

Spencer’s heartbeat quickened at the seductive smile that spread onto your lips. Even after years, that same smile sent a wave of butterflies to his stomach. He could hear his heart in his ears as you leaned forward and brushed your lips lightly against his.

“I can definitely do that.”