I’m like a tsunami. A wave that hurts those in it’s way.

“I’m just a speed bump on a high way”

-me

Thoughts

You’re the sun and I’m the moon. You’re this blinding light that everyone wants to see and I’m the darkness that makes people hide. You are everything I want to be, to love, to have. But I’m just the moon

arachnophobia {spencer reid}

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summary: Her day couldn’t get any worse until a spider crawls on her desk, prompting a rescue by the resident genius.

warning: tw: arachnophobia, (maybe implied fluff, the relationship is mostly platonic)

word count: 1.8k

a/n: Here is a little something I wrote inspired by the spider in my bathroom that made my heart stop for a few seconds. Feel free to send me messages about what other types of fics you want to read from me or messages in general, I love to chat :))

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The day hadn’t started the way I had hoped, my alarm had stopped working in the middle of the night due to a power outage that I wasn’t acutely aware of. This left me haphazardly stumbling around my apartment, trying to pull myself together in the measly five minutes I had  in order to get to work on time.

The rain was hurtling down like it had some sort of vendetta against every single person in Virginia. The air was sticky and I could feel the humidity clinging to every inch of fabric on my skin. I was beginning to think that maybe I could use the weather as an excuse as to why I look particularly dreadful today.

Today was the most dreaded day at the BAU, I could speak on behalf of most people, it was the days after a long case where we all had the luxury of filing through, what felt like, never-ending reports. I mean, Reid was probably having a field day – and with his desk mere inches from mine – I sometimes slid over a few of my documents when he’s turned away. There’s no harm done, he reads each stack in a few short minutes anyway.

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Teasing Jerkwad

request: Post Prison Reid having this sense of new found confidence after he’s gotten out. Falls in love with a shy quiet techie girl at the BAU and does whatever he can to make her flustered and blushy just because he’s a cocky arrogant asshole who also happens to be in love with her. Always calling her nicknames and rubbing her shoulders when she’s doing some techy stuff on her computer per his request, kissing her forehead, praising her and holding deep eye contact pls write this I love you so much

Warnings: cursing, 

A/N: I love you too my dear!

The first time you had met Spencer Reid was when he had returned from jail. He was dressed in a suit, a few bruises dressed around his eyes. You had just started working at the office as Penelope’s “liege”. She was basically your mentor.

You were in your corner of Penelope’s office, drinking coffee and browsing on your phone when He and Penelope came in laughing. You turned in your swivel chair, meeting their eyes.

“Hey Penelope…”

“Oh oh oh! You two haven’t met yet! Y/L/N, this is our resident genius Dr. Spencer Reid! Spencer this is my liege Y/L/N. She started working a few weeks ago! You’ll love her.”

The coffee in your mouth almost escapes, you had heard of Dr. Reid and his whole jail situation. You had tried your best to gather proof to get him out and actually you were quite successful.

“Reid, Y/L/N was actually the one who gathered most of the proof to get you out of there. Neither of us would go home until we got you out of there, she’s been up almost every night to get you out as fast as possible.”

“Pen! Don’t expose me like that! I’m so sorry Dr. Reid, I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

You stumble over your own feet, waving in front of him. You had heard about his germ issue and wouldn’t dare give this guy a reason to hate you.

“Call me Spencer, and thank you so much for everything.”

He seemed so sweet. 

It didn’t last long.

After your meeting with the man he was never too far, He started calling you daily, or even just coming in with requests to look things up. 

“C’mon Honey, just look it up?”

“Y-you’re a genius! Don’t you know this stuff already? This is child’s play!”

“Please?”

He leaned down, your back facing him as you sat in front of your three computers. His arms wrapped around you from behind, whispering in your ear.

“For me?”

A crazy red blush crawls up your neck, slightly annoyed at the tall man. 

“Go ask Pen! I- I’m busy!”

“Okay fine, just real quick can you look up-”

“Out!”

He sighs, hugging you tighter before releasing you and patting your shoulders. He walks away and the door shuts, a sigh of relief escaping your lips.

“Oh my god he’s gonna kill me one day.”

A few days later you’re working your first case alongside Penelope. It’s exhilarating, having to gather information at light speed is stressful, but nothing too bad.

The phone rings and Penelope answers, both of you working your fingers as fast as possible as Spencer’s voice rings out.

“What’s up doc?”

“Hey Garcia, hey princess,” you could feel Penelope’s eyes drift to you, her mouth dropping, “I need you to find someone for me. Try a man who’s been to rehab for drug abuse over three times, also been to jail. White, and married with two kids.”

You do as he says, finding twenty matches.

“Twenty matches.”

“Alright, his kids are between the ages of ten and fifteen. Maybe twins?”

“Two matches. Sending them over now.”

“Thanks princess, you’re the best.”

“N-no issue.”

He hangs up and Penelope turns her body to face you.

“Princess? He calls you princess?”

Your cheeks lit up bright red, embarrassed at her realization.

“Oh you like him!”

“No! He’s a teasing asshole who won’t let me do my job for three seconds without toying with me!”

“A teasing asshole who you you like.”

You try you’re hardest to fight the smile off of your face, but it’s no use, A wide grin has already smacked itself onto your lips at the thought of the hot doctor.

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If only that smile had lasted.

God, Spencer was such a tease it hurt. He always had his hands on you, he was always so close. So damn close to your face, but never for too long. He always left as soon as he got you as flustered as possible.

And you were starting to get annoyed. He’s just been playing with your emotions for so long, toying with you like a kid with a doll. 

“Hey princess, where you going?”

“As far away from you as possible.”

“Awww don’t be like that!”

He wraps an arm around your shoulders, which you forcefully shrug off while crossing into yours and Penelope’s office.

“I have things to file Doctor. Please let me work in peace.”

The one and only thing that peeved Spencer was the fact that you never called him Spencer. Or even just Reid. It was always sir or Doctor. It peeved Spencer so much that he grabbed your wrists and pushed you along in the room with his body until you both hit your desks, luckily, Penelope wasn’t in the room, or you’d have pushed him off.

“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Spencer huh? You hate me that much?”

“I don’t hate you! I just… You tease me so much and its the only way… That I can get even…”

He truly couldn’t stop the smile that grew as your words grew quieter with every syllable. You looked so shy and innocent whilst admitting your fault. He just wanted to ruin your innocence right then and there.

But he knew better than that. Instead, he released your wrists and set his hands on the sides of your face, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. You flushed into a deep crimson color, looking down in embarrassment.

“You were trying to fight by calling me doctor? Really? You couldn’t think of anything better?”

He asked, crouching down to your height to meet your gaze. His watching eyes only made you blush harder.

“Well I was going to ignore you but I was gonna miss you.”

Your lips were pursed as you whine, your hands awkwardly sticking to his forearms as he continues to smirk.

“Aww Sweetheart… You are so fucking adorable.”

He says before leaning in, pausing briefly to check for any signs that you don’t want this, but when you close your eyes, tilting your head up slightly, he leans in further, melding your lips together.

His lips are soft, plump, they feel like they were made for yours specifically. They felt so perfect. So wonderful.

When he pulls away, you can still feel his smile even before you open your eyes. You could feel how he had waited for so long to kiss you.

“Can I take you to dinner tonight?”

a simple nod was all he needed to answer his question.

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Read Between The Lines

Summary: You write Spencer a love letter that he wasn’t supposed to see. Well, he saw it—but he doesn’t know it’s meant for him.

Warnings: fluff so much fluff what is wrong with me amounts of fluff that’s literally all this is

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Dear Spencer,

“In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.“ Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice. Otherwise known as the greatest love story of all time. Of course, that quote is from Mr. Darcy’s first proposal, which I’m sure you remember didn’t turn out too well. Let’s forget that, okay?

Spencer. Spencer, Spencer, Spencer. I don’t know why I’m writing this. I like the way your name feels in my mouth. I like the way you say it when you’re introducing yourself. I like the way Reid feels in my mouth, too. I like the way Spencer Reid moves my lips. I can’t explain it, but it fits you. I like a lot about you.

To be honest, I’m only writing this because of JJ. You wouldn’t know it, but she can keep secrets like nobody’s business. She’s known for about a year, now. She told me that writing it out in a letter would help me sort out my feelings. I told her she was batshit crazy if she thought I would be writing you a letter, but she kinda just laughed at me and told me I never needed to send it. So that’s what I’m doing.

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A Part of Me [Reid x Reader]

C H A P T E R T E N

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summary: Spencer is giving Reader the silent treatment after he’s called into work early to talk to Hotch. 

includes/warnings: cursing, slight sexual content, talk of drug abuse, talk of depression/anxiety

word count: 3.9k

“Pasta a la Y/N,” you giggled, setting a dish of fettuccine alfredo on your small dining table. Spencer was sat at the other side, legs curled up in his chair while he anticipated the meal you had prepared. You were by no means a chef, but he wasn’t one who was accustomed to very many homecooked meals. So, he looked at the plate in front of him with eyes wider than his stomach.

“You are,” he spoke, shoving a forkful into his mouth before he had even finished, “the best girlfriend ever.”

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private display of affection

“i hate hotch.”

morgan scoffed a laugh, glancing up from his paperwork to find penelope standing in his doorway, clearly upset over something with her arms crossed childishly across her chest. the sight of her made him chuckle again, taking in the bright colors strewn across her body in combination with the unusually unhappy expression she wore. it didn’t quite match her outfit. “what can i do for you, mama?”

“you can make me hate hotch less. talk some sense into him. allow some of us around her a smidgen of happiness, serenity, wholesomeness, love, something! i mean, seriously, why does he–”

“penelope,” derek sang, finally succumbing to her rant as he put down his pen and leaned back in his office chair. “as much as you know i love you, you should also know that your brain is not my brain, so i have no clue what you’re talking about, baby girl.”

“hotch,” penelope sighed dramatically, stepping further into the room and glancing longingly out the blinds before dropping into the chair across from her friend. “hotch is ruining this team’s opportunity for some daily serotonin via everyone’s favorite, most innocent, most adorable couple of federal agents ever.” as she explained herself, her arms were flailing about, ending with a dramatic point out the window toward where you and reid were sitting in the bullpen. derek followed her arm to see you two, both hunched over paperwork at your respective desks, completely unaware of the distress penelope was currently experiencing, which somehow revolved around you.

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Funhouse Mirror (Reid Request)

Request: Reader, who typically dresses masculine/reserved shows up to the FBI Halloween event dressed very feminine and everyone is surprised. - @reidmorefanfics​ A/N: (3/29) I’ve just heavily edited this piece, so I hope the re-readers and new readers both enjoy! Couple: Spencer/Fem!Reader 
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Smut (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: 
Semi-public sex, fingering, penetrative sex Word Count: 4.8k

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Some call it Mischief Night; others call it Devil’s Night. No matter what you call it, ’twas the night before Halloween, and Spencer Reid insisted that we all gather at the BAU to celebrate after a particularly terrible case.

Normally, I would have whined a lot more about having to return there after a long week at work, but not tonight.

Because I had a secret. I’d been teasing Spencer for weeks about my costume. Whenever he asked me what I was going to be, I would tell him the truth: I have a Doctor costume. I just never said which Doctor.

I’d been planning it all for a long time, and I couldn’t wait to see the payoff. Especially with the rest of the team there.

It was going to be amazing.

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My Boss’s Daughter (Reid Request)

Request: Reader is Hotch’s daughter & younger than Spencer but understood him better than others. And he meets her at Haley’s funeral & helps her recover. She goes to “visit her dad” but really she’s just there to see him and then they’re hanging out and they are like making out or something and almost get caught by Hotch.

A/N: This has been a long time coming. I hope you all think it’s worth it! Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Adults with age difference (21/30), penetrative sex, fingering, unprotected sex, degradation, reference to “daddy issues,” references to oral sex, physical fight, choking (hand on neck - no pressure), breathplay (hand over mouth/nose)

NOTE: Reader is Hotch and Haley’s daughter, but there is absolutely nothing in the fic that stops you from believing that she’s adopted! Imagine away if needed!

Word Count: 11.3k

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Being Aaron Hotchner’s daughter meant there were a few unfortunate and unavoidable truths about my life.

Cafes & Couches (Loki Oneshot)

Summary: You wake up to find you and Loki are cuddling on the couch.

Pairing: Soft!Loki x Reader

Word Count: 6,382

Warnings/Disclaimers: Reader is mostly gender neutral. Coupe of spots where Thor uses female pronouns. Some cursing. Mostly fluff.

A/N: I’d like to thank @frostedgiant​ and @creeping156tin​ for beta reading this! You’re the best! <3

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Shifting gently, you noticed the light filtering through your eyelids. Morning already? You groaned softly, not ready to start the day just yet. Saturdays were one of your few days to sleep in, and you relished in it. Feeling overwhelming groggy, you turned your face to bury it in the arm of the couch, but instead of meeting the cheap but surprisingly soft fabric, there was hair. It’s not totally uncommon but you usually have it pushed back from your face for bed. Then you were aware of what had become rarer for you, especially since moving into this apartment: a weight draped across your waist and warm puffs of air against your collarbone.

You bit down on your lip, a habit of yours in an attempt to delay panic. You just needed to stay calm and think. Opening your eyes to see who the hell was being clingy with you would be a great next step. Taking a deep breath, you slowly pried one of your eyes open. After adjusting to the light, your other eye quickly followed suit at the sight. A head of long, raven-colored hair was tucked under your chin with the owner’s forehead nestled in your neck. The fog of your brain had finally dissipated long enough for it to short circuit all over again when his grip on your waist tightened, pulling you closer (if that was even possible).

Loki. Loki the God of Mischief was in your dingy apartment, lying on your crappy couch with his head cradled in your arms.

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library.

| loki x avenger!reader | fluff | smut |

requested by my favorite @fitzfiles

a/n: this is completely indulgent, but we love loki in this household

Whenever you walked into a room, conversation ceased. The other avengers would glance at you, and often leave or just stare. You hated it at Stark Tower, and you would’ve left if you thought you could even make it ten feet out the door before Stark dragged you back, kicking and screaming.

The other avengers didn’t trust you after your attempt on Banner’s life in a misunderstanding. You didn’t realize that Banner didn’t mean to destroy your home when he was in his hulk-form, and that Banner himself had no knowledge of the tragedy. Your revenge did not pan out as planned when Wanda and Vision had caught you, preventing you from carrying out your assassination. 

You had screamed and fought back, but Wanda’s magic was stronger than your own. You hadn’t been fortunate enough to receive training, not until Fury and Stark decided you would be a great addition to the avengers.

The only person who seemed to put up with you was Bucky, the ex-assassin. He wasn’t as openly cold to you, and he had even stuck up for you against his boyfriend, Steve, when he argued with Stark about the questionable safety of letting you roam Stark Tower. 

The other person who didn’t give you any grief, was Loki, the god of mischief. He was the other outcast, hated by most for attempting to overthrow New York and enslave its people a few years before. You rarely saw him, because he was either reading in the library, or arguing with his insufferable brother, Thor.

You couldn’t sleep in your room, tossing and turning in the sheets. Finally, you got up and walked around the silent hallways. It was late, and everyone was asleep. You slipped into the kitchen, stealing one of Thor’s poptarts he kept in high cabinets. You were floating above the ground in order to reach them, and you looked behind you at the sound of a laugh. 

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