Mrs Doctor Reid

Nobody knew Spencer had a wife. But they found out. Nobody knew she was pregnant, not until she walks into the BAU sporting a sizeable bump.

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Season 4 Reid

Nobody on the team knew that Spencer Reid had a wife. Spencer Reid, the youngest member of the team, the resident genuis. He had a wife. And nobody knew. (Well, JJ knew, but she wasn't about to spill his secrets).

You Don’t Even Know What She Looks Like? (Spencer Reid x Reader)

The BAU had only ever heard about Y/n. Never did Spencer show pictures of her or give descriptions on her appearance because he wanted to keep the majority of her to himself for as long as he could. Even though she had told him numerous times that showing them pictures and giving them more than the occasional chaotic story was completely fine by her, he never could bring himself to. That was until he started being away a lot more because of a continuous string of cases, making it harder for him to see her outside of the office. The first time she asked to bring him food when he was up late at the office doing paperwork, he declined, rambling about how he didn’t want to have to deal with all the screaming that would go on from the introduction of his girlfriend.

Nothing’s above me

I was in the mood for something cute and I thought this was cute? I kinda enjoyed writing this. Note: this was written with Season 6′s Spencer in mind, after Emily’s ‘death’. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

p/s: if you want me to see me write something else, you are welcomed to drop by in my askbox! 

word count: 1012 words

pairing: spencer reid x reader

summary: Spencer feels better when he’s with you.

When SES Erin Strauss first approached you with the offer of being the famed BAU’s personal grief counselor, you expected to be doing the one job that you absolutely love: counseling – talking to people about their problems, assessing someone’s problems and best of all, helping someone else with their (deep-rooted) issues and sometimes, it’s not necessarily in this order as well.

What you didn’t expect was to be irrevocably attracted to the young Doctor who has three PhD and an IQ of 187. What you also didn’t expect was this. If someone had told you that you would be doing something like this in your line of work, you probably would have scoffed and laughed at their absurd suggestions, but this was definitely not part of your job scope – that is something you are absolutely sure of.

Currently, Spencer has his face in your lap and you are slowly combing his hair with your own fingers as he naps, reading through the reports that you have made. You have been with the BAU team for close to a year now and if a year ago, someone told you that Spencer would be taking a nap with his head on your lap, you might have looked at them as if they had grown another head.

Spencer stirs slightly, and you pause your movement, looking away from the report to study his face. The dark circles under his eyes aren’t getting any better and after all that the entire team has been through, you really can’t blame him and not to mention the fact that Spencer has been having troubles with sleeping. You brush his hair away from his forehead and smile, very tempted to just press your lips on his forehead.

Ten minutes went by and that’s when you feel Spencer finally waking up. He pulls his hand from under your thigh and slowly sits up, blinking and squinting his eyes. You take that chance to stretch a bit and turn to look at Spencer. He rubs his forehead and blinks a few more times as he turns to fix his gaze on you.

“Afternoon.” You whisper softly. There really isn’t any reason for you to be whispering now that Spencer’s already awake but there is just something about Spencer that makes you all warm and soft. “Do you feel slightly better now?” Spencer had been complaining about how his migraine was getting worse and fortunately, since the team had only just gotten back from a case, you had told Spencer to come over to your apartment: “it’s definitely much more comfortable and away from prying eyes”.

Spencer rubs his eyes and gives you a small smile. “Better now.” Spencer looks at you and furrows his eyebrows. All of this is very new to him – Spencer can’t exactly say that he understands why he often seeks your comfort and how you knew just the right way to make him feel at ease and for the first time since a while, Spencer realizes he likes what he sees in you even more now and over the past few months, Spencer has gradually started to see you in a different light – in a romantic light, so to speak. “Thank you for this. I really needed to rest.”

You shake your head and placed the report aside before scooting closer to Spencer. He stares at you – if this had been a year ago, he would have moved away so that you weren’t all up in his space but now Spencer doesn’t mind. In fact, he seeks out your touch and presence almost all the time. “I don’t do this just for anybody, Spencer.” You tell him, and Spencer looks away, wringing his fingers. You reach for one of Spencer’s hands and he freezes briefly, letting you take his hand in yours.

Spencer’s gaze follows your every movement: from taking his hand to bringing said hand to your mouth so you can press a soft kiss on his palm – he shivers involuntarily. “I know – do you think… I can stay here for the rest of the day?” He asks nervously. “I just want to see if my theory is correct: I sleep better when I am near you or with you and we don’t have to sleep on the same bed if that makes you uncomfortable and I can take the couch – “

Spencer is halfway through his rambling when he feels you pulling his head down and kissing him gently, once and then again and again. Spencer is stunned by your action and it only takes Spencer a moment for him to pull you close and as much as he wanted to take over, he lets you control the kiss, knowing very well that you won’t be forcing him to do something he wasn’t ready for.

When you broke the kiss, Spencer all but whimpers. Finally kissing you had been pure joy and torture. He has gone many days just thinking about how your lips will feel against his and when you look up at him, Spencer places his hands on your waist. “Is this okay?” You murmur softly.

What kind of question was that? Spencer thinks to himself as he wets his lips, aware that your eyes are following his movement and he swallows, nodding his head. “Yeah, this is – this is more than okay.” He states and without giving you any warning, he reclaims your lips, closing his eyes and when his tongue swoops in, you groan, digging your nails into his back. Spencer lifts you up over him and you straddle his lap.

The two of you continued to make out for a few minutes and when you pull away, Spencer lets out a groan and you giggle at him, resting your forehead against his. Spencer is slightly breathless, and he stares at you; you are so close to him, he can probably count your eyelashes. “Hi,” He whispers, and you wrap both of your arms around him, placing a kiss on his cheek before settling beside him.

“Hi to you too, Spencer.”

The Profiler’s Safe Place [Spencer Reid x Reader]

Requested by anon: “I’m so glad you want Reid lol imagine being the person Reid goes to when he’s over thinking or panicked. Just being there for him when a case or situation is overwhelming. I think that’s cute and dramatic lol -🐞”

A/N: First Criminal Minds fic on this blog! How exciting. ^.^

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If their is one thing you consider your apartment, its safe. It has a good security system, locks, and of course the FBI agent who is your neighbor. Yes, Dr. Spencer Reid is your neighbor.

The two of you have become quite the friends. You’ve also even gotten to meet some of his co-workers/friends. They were all amazingly nice people, but they noticed how different your relationship was with Spence. It was completely friends, no co-worker, or case drama to mix in.

Over time your apartment has become a safe haven for the good doctor. No matter what time of day or night you’re always open to listen to his overly thunk thoughts or the nightmare he just had.

Often you’d even let him crash on your couch if it was late and he was still worked up.

All of these things made tonight no different. Finding him leaning against your door, looking like a lost puppy.

“Hey Spence” you greeted. Giving him a wide smile, something he dearly loved to see adhere your features.

“H-Hey [F/n], sorry to bother you just getting home but could we talk? Please?” his voice shaking a little as usual, for some reason it did that when he started talking but eventually warmed up to your presence. You thought this happened around everyone he was comfortable with but in fact it only happened around you.

This boy was head over heels for you. No matter how he’d like to deny it. He didn’t want to pull you intimately into the life of Rapists and Serial Killers.

“Of course, you know my door’s always open to you” Answering while unlocking your door.

He followed you in, taking his shoes off by the door. “What were you out doing tonight?” curious as to why you were later than usual.

“A date“ you answered simply. “Oh really?” he asked, his voice a bit pained.

“Yeah, it was a waste of time though. Guy was an ass. Last time I let my friend set me up with someone” you chuckled while standing in your kitchen. Having made some tea for the both of you. Not hearing his sigh of relief.

Meeting him at the couch you handed him a mug before sitting by his side. “So what’s got the doctor troubled?”

“I, um. You know how my mother has schizophrenia?” he asked hesitantly. You nodded having been told about his childhood already.

“Well I’m reaching the age where those symptoms begin to show, I mean I’ve had testing done and those results say I’m fine but there’s always the chance that I won’t be and it’s scary.” The pace of his words quick. He did that when trying to get a thought out or opening up to someone.

At this point you’re more than capable with keeping up with him. 

“Spence, yes there will always be risk factors but if the tests say you’re going to be okay you should trust them. Over thinking about what might happen will only affect your time in the present. Enjoy life in the moment. And if something does end up showing itself then we cross that bridge when we come to it” You comforted him. 

“But what happens if I do end up having something? What if I end up as bad as my mom?”

“Spence you know more than anyone that mental illness is different for everyone. There’s no guarantee that you will reach that point. But how things are going now, you’re about as normal as a genius can be” you giggled. Making a smile pull at his lips. 

“Thanks [F/n]. You always know just what to say.” he smiled at you. Relief filling you at seeing he’s back to his fact spewing self.

“Hey, that’s what I’m here for.” You laughed, shrugging. “I’ll always be here for you Spence, okay?” reassuring him at taking his hand. He smiled, lightly squeezing it.

“[F/n]?” he whispered, staring at your hands. “Yes?” you matched his tone.

Looking up at you, hope in his eyes. A completely new expression on his face, one of hope and confidence. “Would you maybe want to–” Though his voice was cut off by his phone ringing.

He apologized before answering, “Hey Hotch… Yeah I understand… I’ll leave now”

He hung up the phone and looked at you apologetically “I’m sor-” you stopped him by raising your hand, “No worries, duty calls” smiling at him. 

Getting up to leave he slipped on his shoes. He was halfway out the door when you stopped him. Looking at him from the couch you called, “Hey Spencer?” He looked back at you curiously. “Yes” you answered.

“What?“ His face contorting with confusion. 

“Yes, I’d love to get dinner with you.” He visibly tensed from shock. “Y-You mean?”

You chuckled, “Being friends with you I’ve picked up some profiling abilities. I finished the sentence for you, how’d I do?” smiling at him, a sparkle in your eyes.

He smiled and looked at his feet, “Great, you did a great job. I’ll uh, I’ll call you after the case” nerves twisted with happiness in his tone.

“I’m looking forward to it” you smiled. He waved before closing the door behind him. Biting your lip you smiled before nestling into the couch further. Unaware of Spencer high-fiving himself in the hallway.

no one ever seems to be scared of losing me

No Such Thing as Normal

A/N: So this is a little Spencer x OC fic requested by the amazing @huntynut-queerios . I reeeeealy hope you like it!!

Description:  Spencer is dating Maggie who has mild trichotillomania (impulse control disorder that involves impulses to pull out body hair, for those of you who don’t know) she’s insecure about it, I kinda want you to just write and surprise me.

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Imagine having an unexpected meeting with Spencer after you broke up.

Note: This was requested as another alternate ending for this imagine. It’s also based on this and this post. Enjoy!

It had been a whole year. 8760 hours since you had seen Spencer. It hurt you to think about him, about what you had, about why you left him and how much you still cared for him.

You walked to work every day, picking up coffee at the same spot that you knew no one from the BAU knew about. Until one day, you caught a glance of brown curls at the register and your eyes went wide when you realized that you were about to come face to face with the person that had broken your heart into a million pieces. His eyes met yours and they did the same thing yours had a few seconds ago.

“(Y/N)?” Spencer asked, biting his lip slightly and gripping his coffee cup a little tighter.

“Um hello Spencer,” you said softly. “I’m .. I’m sorry, what are you doing here?”

“Oh uh… I found this place a couple of weeks ago and I’ve been coming here since. They have a really good blend of dutch chocolate coffee here… I just usually come at around earlier, but I was running late today.” He gave you a weak smile as you nodded. “…how have you been?”

The question took you by surprise. You didn’t know how you were. Tired? Heartbroken?

“I’m… okay,” you said, softly and you started to walk towards the register. “Well, I’ll uhh… I’ll let you go if you’re running late.”

“Oh uh… it’s fine.. um, can I buy you a coffee?” he asked, blushing slightly. You gave him a small nod and a smile. That reminded you of the first day he talked to you when he also offered to get you a cup of coffee. That started your whole love affair. You had gotten coffee every single day after that.

After a few minutes, you were sitting in front of him and stared intently at your coffee. You couldn’t meet his eyes. “(Y/N)?” he asked softly and you glanced at him. “I’m sorry.”

You were taken back by his apology. You had time to think about what happened and realized that it wasn’t his fault, he was just following orders. He couldn’t tell you, even if he wanted to.

“I know Spence,” you said softly and saw him smile. A genuine smile. “Why are you smiling?”

“I haven’t heard you call me that in so long … I really miss it,” he said softly. “I miss you (Y/N).”

You nodded and stayed quiet for a moment. At that moment all you wanted was to tell him you were sorry too and that you missed him, probably as much as he missed you. To run into his arms and kiss his soft pink lips.

But you didn’t.

You couldn’t bring yourself to reveal all of that to him. You were still really hurt by everything that had happened, with him and everyone else.

You heard his phone go off and he sighed. You knew he was probably being called to go into work. “I um.. I’m sorry,” Spencer said, looking at his phone and texting back. “I should go but I uhh, I’d love to see you again.”

You thought about that for a moment. “Um, sure… maybe when you’re back if you have a case.” You gave him a small smile.

It seemed like he was lingering, trying to come up with how to say goodbye. You both got up and walked towards the door. Opening it for you, he followed close behind and you could feel his eyes on you. Like he was trying to read you and maybe see what you were possibly feeling. But you got good at hiding things from people.

“Um well… let me know Spence,” you said standing outside the door.

“I will.” It seemed like he wanted to reach for you, to hug you. Anything. But he didn’t.

He just turned on his heel and walked away slowly. You watched him as he left, wondering if he missed your touch as much as you missed his.

After a few days of thinking about what you’d say to Spencer, he texted you asking to meet at a restaurant down the street from your house. You thought you were supposed to meet for coffee and didn’t know if you were ready to get dinner. That seemed a lot more formal … and you had to admit, more serious. It sounded like he wanted to talk in a serious setting.

You stared at your phone for what seemed forever and then replied to Spencer. You set your phone down and sat down for a moment. What were you supposed to say to him? What was he going to say to you?

After a few hours, you found yourself walking to the restaurant that you agreed to meet Spencer at. You stood outside for a moment, taking a breath. You were terrified. What am I doing?

Before you could turn around and run home, you saw Spencer walking towards you. “Hey, um… are you alright?” he asked, touching your shoulder. His hand was warm and his touch still like home to you.

“Yeah…” Your voice was soft and you met his eyes. And for a moment, you saw something in his eyes. It looked like he wanted to kiss you, to hug you, anything to be close. You had seen that look in his eyes before. Whenever you guys would fight about anything, he’d give you that look and eventually you let him hold you.

And you desperately wanted him to do that at that very moment. But you weren’t going to admit that to him.

“Are you okay?” you asked, giving him a look.

“Yes, I’m just… I’m happy to see you,” Spencer said and opened the door for you. You nodded and walked inside, with him following behind you.

You walked up to the hostess and Spencer checked his reservation. “Follow me Mr and Mrs Reid,” the blonde hostess said, and lead you inside. That made you feel butterflies in your stomach. You had thought about marrying him and getting his name. You couldn’t wait to be Mrs Reid. And then the thing with Emily happened.

You reached the table and Spencer pulled out one of the chairs for you. You sat and gave him a small smile. He sat down in front of you and gave you another small smile. It looked like he was trying to come up with what to say to you. You looked at the menu, trying to figure out why he had asked you to dinner.

“So, how are you?” Spencer said, glancing at his menu as well. He fiddled with his hands for a moment and he stared at you. You knew that was his tell when he had something on his mind.

“What’s going on Spence?” you asked, getting to the point. You didn’t want to walk on eggshells about what was going on. You knew he wanted to say something and you had to admit, you wanted to know.

“I’m just… I’m trying to find the words to apologize to you and I hope that you will forgive me for everything,” he said, biting his lip. He stopped for a moment and it looked like he was trying to think of what to say carefully. “Waiting to hear from you never ended (Y/N)… I waited and waited for you. And I was sure I had lost you forever.”

“Spence-”

“(Y/N), let me finish please, if I don’t say this now I’ll lose my nerve… ” Spencer said interrupting you. You nodded and listened to him as he went on. “You fill a part of me that no one else does (Y/N) and I miss it. I’ve tried to move on and be happy … but I can’t. You’re all I think about and I’m sorry for everything that happened.”

You stared at him, wondering what exactly he wanted to hear from you after his apology. You had thought about calling him dozens of times, you thought about reaching out to JJ or Emily or Garcia. You missed Penelope so much but every time you were thinking about calling her, you stopped yourself.

“What I’m trying to say is that I miss you,” Spencer said, reaching for your hand. You let him hold it and he gave you another small smile. “And I want another chance.”

“I want to Spence, but-”

“Please let me make it up to you … (Y/N), I’m still so in love with you. I don’t know what to do with myself and .. I only read five books last week.” You smiled at that last comment and that made Spencer smile wider too.

“I’ve… I’ve been thinking about all this Spence, but I don’t know…” you said, softly.

Then you heard a familiar voice behind you. “We all want to say we’re sorry,” Emily said, and you turned to see her, along with JJ, Hotch, Rossi, Morgan and Garcia.

“You have been missed (Y/N)” Hotch said. “And I will like to officially extend a job offer for you to come back. You’re an asset to the team, you always have been.”

“We miss you, kid,” Morgan said and you smiled at you.

Garcia just rushed towards you and pulled you into a hug that made you smile wider. “I miss our sleep overs, please come back,” she said after she pulled away.

You took a small breath and then turned back to Spencer. He was staring at you with a genuine smile after seeing you hug Garcia and you bit your lip. He came over to kneel by you and took your hand in his. “Please (Y/N), we all miss you. You’re a good friend and someone we love.” He kissed your hand and searched your eyes.

“I miss you guys too,” you said softly. You turned to Hotch and got up, extending your hand. “I will like to take your offer.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Hotch said, shaking your hand and smiling at you.

You heard Garcia squeal and run towards you, hugging you tightly, followed by Emily and JJ. After they let you go, Rossi came over and gave you a small hug.

“Come here, kid,” Morgan said and pulled you into a tight hug, giving Spencer a knowing look.

Then you turned back to Spencer who was looking at you adoringly. He took a step towards you and pulled you into his arms. “I’m glad you’re back,” he said, softly and smiled at you.

“Me too and um… I’m not saying it will go back to where were were but I’m willing to give you another chance.” You smiled up at him and he kissed your forehead.

“Good … I love you (Y/N),” Spencer said and smiled wider.

“I love you too.”

He hugged you again holding you tight, and you knew you were home.

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Season 8 Episode 3: Through the Looking Glass

I can see the end as it begins