Spencer Reid - Think Of Me

Spencer Reid - Think of Me

Warnings: fluff, reader missing boyf!spencer, sweet!girlfriend x stargazed!spencer, this is just what I need irl

Words: 1.0k

Summary: Spencer thinks of his girlfriend, Y/N, as the sweetest woman he has ever met. When he came home late from work, he notices something about her that makes his heart flutter and makes him realize how much he loves her more every single day.

A/N: This is fairly inspired by Too Sweet from Hozier. I feel like I don't see enough Spencer Reid fluff on here so why not! Hope u enjoy xx

Spencer and Y/N had met when she started working at the BAU, a couple of years after Spencer settled into the team himself. He had always noticed how she smiled at everybody, spreading sweetness all around her without even noticing. He was smitten by her in a matter of weeks, stealing glances at the prettiest girl he had ever seen in his life.

Y/N always treated Spencer as an adult, which is something that made him feel confident and he appreciated that about her. She brought him coffee and had noted how he liked it, brought him sweets and left him notes when he had a hard day. All those things that she did for him made him, eventually fall deeply in love with her.

After a year of getting to know Y/N, Spencer finally had the courage to take her out on a date. She wanted nothing more than to go out with him, agreeing with the sweetest smile she could give him. They both had a wonderful time, going out for dinner and heading to a poetry reading after.

He took her home, brushing a soft strand of her hair behind her ear, making her smile. Y/N reached up to meet his height, kissing his lips softly with a soft blush on both of their cheeks and his arm wrapped up loosely around her waist.

Spencer asked her to be his girlfriend after their third date together, which she whole-heartedly accepted, smiling wildly.

Three years had now passed, they had moved together, adopted a cat and lived their little life together. He couldn’t be happier when he had her in his life. She was so sweet to him, like a ray of sunshine on the cloudiest of days. She was the light of his life, and as was he to her.

She loved every single moment of her life with him. She loved the quiet evening of them reading and enjoying their tea in their living room. She thrived for their Friday nights, watching a movie with their cat on Spencer’s lap, purring loudly on his thighs. She loved having him around, the acts of services and his craving for physical touch.

She loved every single part of him, even the ones that he didn’t like the most himself.

One night, Y/N got the night off from a case and stayed at their apartment. It had been a long week for both of them, but Hotcher decided they had enough men on the field to let Y/N, JJ and Garcia get some rest. Spencer, Morgan, Rossi and Hotch stayed, Spencer telling her he would be back in the morning.  

Y/N had decided to sleep in early, exhausted both mentally and physically from her day. She got ready for bed, but it didn’t feel the same when Spencer wasn’t here. Their cat came to her for cuddles, but it only really wanted cuddles from Spencer, as Y/N wanted too.

She got into some more comfortable clothes, grabbing one of Spencer’s most beloved hoodies he always wore around their home. It was a gift she had given him on their anniversary, knowing he was always cold around their apartment. She placed it over her head, the sleeves long on her arms and the bottom of it falling down just over her thighs.

She got into bed, looking over at Spencer’s empty bed side. Y/N placed the hood over her head, curling up in the sheets and letting sleep washing over her, with a piece of him in her arms.

…

Spencer came back early that night, the case closing up earlier than intended. He came into the apartment, the lights switched off and the door to him and Y/N’s room slightly opened. He shrugged off his jacket and shoes, walking towards their room to find the prettiest sight.

Y/N was all curled up, sleeping tightly in his favorite hoodie, the hood high on her head. He smiled warmly at the sight, his heart fluttering with comfort and adoration.

He got into some more comfortable clothes, sliding soundly into the bed beside her sleeping body.  

She felt the bed dip beside her, wrapping her arms around him softly. Spencer placed his arms around her as well, pressing his cheek on her forehead.

“I missed you.” She whispered, her eyes closed and her tone sleepy. Her cheeks were flushed from the heat of the hoodie and the blankets that practically swallowed her while she slept.

He smiled sweetly, running his arm over her back, his hand resting on the back of her head.

“I missed you too, sweetheart.” He spoke softly, kissing her forehead sweetly.

“You look so cute in my hoodie.” He whispered, looking down at her sleepy figure. Her hand hidden up the sleeve of his shirt.

She smiled warmly, looking up at Spencer. Y/N trailed her hand along his chest, making its way towards his cheek. He leaned into her touch, kissing the palm of her hand and her wrist as he placed his hand over hers.

“It reminds me of you when you’re not here.” She spoke softly, her voice filled with sleep.

He smiled sweetly at her response, his cheeks heating up with a warm blush under her touch.

“I’m here now, baby.” He whispered, bringing her closer to him and kissing her sweetly.

She loved everything about Spencer. Y/N loved his intelligence, his kindness and his different haircuts, but she loved it the most when they were alone together. Spencer cherished every single moment of his time when he was with her. Either they worked on a case together, or they bunked in a hotel room, or they cooked dinner. He loved spending time adoring Y/N.

They both laid close to each other, Spencer’s hand drawing patterns on her back from time to time. He kissed her forehead and her temple when her felt her breaths slowing down to a familiar beat.

“Goodnight, my love.” He whispered softly on her temple. Spencer fell asleep a couple minutes after her.

They did not need to speak to communicate between one another. They could lay in each other arms without having a single worry about the outside world. They thought about each other, all the time, and that’s why they were so perfect together.

Spencer couldn’t wait for the day he would ask her to marry him. Maybe that day would come sooner than she would expect it…

Spencer Reid - We Shouldn't Be Doing This

Warnings: smut themes but no actual smut, fed!spencer x enemyfed!reader, enemies to something (let u pick babes), insults, angst, one-bed trope (ur welcome)

This is Spencer in the more recent seasons, but you can picture him in your preferred season.

Word count: 1.6k

Summary: Y/N and Spencer have never liked each other. They are always competing over who's the smartest, who's the most handy with a gun. Yet, when they're sent on a mission and they end up in a motel room with one bed, things get interesting.

A/N: Yall are gonna love this. This is inspired by this. Thank you for that. The girlies are gonna love this one! Thanks for reading <3. Let me know ur feedback! @hereforhalstead thank u for the idea.

I had started working at the BAU for a couple of years. I got along fine with the girls, JJ and Emily. Garcia was my girl, hyping me up and helping me with anything. Most of the boys were fine too, Morgan made me laugh until I couldn’t breathe, Hotch was like a big brother to me and Rossi was a father figure to me. But there is one guy that was very insufferable and the only person in the BAU that I could not stand. Dr Spencer Reid. 

Don’t get me wrong, he’s a very attractive man. Yet he is the most infuriating person I have ever met. 

He didn’t seem to like me too, when I joined the BAU. He looked at me with dark eyes. His hair was always messy, his snarky attitude made me want to kill him sometimes. 

After joining the FBI for about six months, Spencer and I were competing against each other all the time. It didn’t matter if the subject was mentioned, we were already arguing on who was the smartest. He kept making the remarks about his IQ, his eclectic memory and the fact that he could read 20 000 words per minute. 

It didn’t matter what I told him, he kept laying it on thick. He kept trying to prove to the entire world that no one could be smarter than him.

One day, Hotch and Rossi had enough of us screaming and arguing all the time. They sent us on a light care in New Jersey, about a girl who escaped a convicted killer. 

This is just fucking perfect. Now I’m stuck with the encyclopedia. I tell myself. I bet he wasn’t happy too, just by the look on his face. He looked like he was boiling on the inside. His face was red, his hair looking worse than usual and streams practically coming out of his ears. 

We got into a car, driving us to the airport. Total silence filled the car, neither of us daring to start an argument. We got out of the car after a while, heading into the jet and off to New Jersey.

It took about two hours to get there. My headphones were placed on my ears, reading the file of the young woman who escaped. I could see Spencer playing with a coin, not really doing anything. 

When the jet landed, we got into another car. We arrived late at night, meaning the interview with the girl would have to be in the morning. 

The car dropped us to a motel, where Hotch and Rossi had reserved a room for us. The lady in the front desk gave me the keys, both of us walking towards our room in silence. I could feel his stare burning the side of my head. 

As I opened the room, I was the first to see that the room was missing something. 

There’s only one bed.

I swore under my breath. Spencer saw it next, shutting the door behind me. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I heard him say. 

Rossi had planned this, he had to. He planned for us to get away, fix our issues and get back to Quantico like nothing was wrong between us. 

I dropped my bag on the chair beside the window. “This is just wonderful.” I mumbled sarcastically. 

I earned one of Spencer’s glares. “What? You think I want this more than you do?” I look at him, not amused by Rossi’s ruse. 

He drops his bags, taking off his coat and suit jacket. “I would’ve preferred to sleep on the concrete than to share a bed with you. I bet it would be much more comfortable.” 

I scoffed, taking off my coat and dropping it on the chair. “Right in with the fire, mh? You like that, to get me fired up and all ready to insult you. What’s your fucking problem?” I speak with a harsher tone, anger clearly lacing my throat. 

“What’s my problem? You’re an arrogant idiot who barged into the BAU like it was your living room! You’re intolerable, Y/N! You know that?” He practically spit in my face.

“Oh, so now I’m the problem. Please, Dr Reid, tell me all of the remarks you have against me.” I say, stepping closer to him, looking up at his stern face. His breathing has gotten faster, his hands in fists by his side. 

“You’re ignorant, selfish. You only care about yourself and that small head of yours. You try to make yourself smarter than everyone else! Just because you went to fucking Stanford doesn’t mean your Einstein.” He started walking closer to me, anger radiating off of him. 

“What else? Hm?” I whisper, my voice stern and angry. I didn’t care what he thought of me. His opinion was the last thing I cared about. 

“You’re a spoiled little girl who got everything she wanted in her whole life. You got the job, the looks, the money. Everything. You didn’t work a single day in your life to earn all of that.” He grabbed onto my forearms, clenching his fists entirely against my wrists. He had pushed them behind my back, pinning me to the wall behind them. His voice got quieter, still angry and venomous. 

“Fuck you, Reid.” I whisper in his face, my face clearly affected by his words. My breathing has quickened too, my pulse fast and hard in my chest. My cheeks were flushed, the heat of his chest radiating off of me. “You’re telling me this for what, hm? To get me to hate you? Because, trust me, I already do. You’re a selfish prick, who only cares about how smart you are compared to the world. No wonder you can’t get anyone to stay with you.” I tell him angrily, his hands twisting around my forearms, untwisting them from my back and pulling them flush against his chest.

His blood was practically boiling. I could feel his hot breath on my face, his eyes burning with fury. “You better shut up before I make you shut up, Y/N.” He whispered roughly. 

I raised my eyebrow, testing his patience. “Or what? You’ll have me arrested? You can’t do that.” I whisper, close to his face. I don’t think he could’ve gotten more mad than he already was but boy I was wrong. 

He slammed his lips against mine, releasing my wrists to grab my face roughly. His hands claimed dominance on my jaw, sliding into my hair and pulling it. His mouth was engulfing mine, his tongue deep in my mouth. I melted into his touch, his rough hold on me making me release the madness against him. His lips left my lips, melting down to my neck. He left heated kisses, making my head lean back on the wall. His teeth grazed my neck, nibbling it and licking it with his wicked tongue. 

My hands clinged on his chest, the hardness of it under my fingers. His chest flexed under my harsh touch, my hands going all the way to his back and his slutty waist I had been eyeing for months. His breath was hot and sweaty on my neck, suddenly taking a bite into my neck, making me whimper softly. 

His lips left my neck, lifting his head to speak directly on my lips. “I hate you so much that it makes me love you.” He whispered on my lips, kissing me harshly with his hands around my jaw. 

He pulled me off the wall, his hands roaming down to my thighs and lifting them up to his waist. My hands went in his hair, his sharp jaw and all of the hot skin I could touch. 

He sat down on the bed, taking me on his lap. His hands were all over me, on my waist down to my hips and ass. He groped anything he could find. My lips went on his neck, tilting his head to give me better access. I found his sweet spot, making him cry out, moaning into my shoulder. He whispered in my ear, “We shouldn’t be doing this, Y/N.” His voice was rough and needy at the same time. 

“Everything about you tells me otherwise, Spencer.” I whisper roughly, kissing back up to his jaw, my hips set over his. He pulled my hips flush on his, a gasp leaving my mouth.

“Fuck it.” He mumbled under his breath, switching positions to set me under him, his tie falling on my chest. Both of us were hot and sweaty, our breaths labored and heart pounding. His hips were set harshly on mine, feeling every single inch of him. 

I grabbed his tie, pulling him closer to my face. “You’re not lying?” I whispered, my eyes fiery but not angered. He knotted his eyebrows slightly. “About what?” He mumbled softer than usual.

“About loving me? Because I would be a liar if I said I didn’t feel the same way.” I spoke softly, one hand tugging his tie and the other touching his jaw. 

“I’m not lying.” He whispered, a glimpse of surprise in his eyes. His gaze softened a little, both of his arms around my head.

“Good.” I whisper, my lips grazing his swollen lips. “Because there’s no going back to before after this.” I whispered, kissing him roughly. My hands on his jaw, feeling the power of it while he kissed me with exploding passion for the rest of night and for the following years. 

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Eddie Munson - "You're my favorite person, Eddie"

Warnings: Mention of violence in beginning, Jason (go away), injury, mention of blood, or else; everything is sweet and fluffy for our best boy ;)

Words: 1.8k

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Trope/Context: The strikeouts are intentional in the imagine!*All in Y/N's perspective. Childhood friends to lovers; there will be a flashback of their friendship before the main storyline.

A/N: I had to edit the whole thing; there were codes of the font and I have no clue how it happened. I'll keep checking on my Tumblr to see if it's my AdBlock that is causing this! Anyways, take care :)

[Y/N’s POV]

Finally, the bell rung.

It has been one of the worse days of the entire school year. Everything was long and boring. Even the teachers were out of it.

I packed everything in my bag, shutting my locker and walking towards the exit. I pushed the doors and as I was about to take the first stair, Jason bumped into me and made me miss all of the steps.

“Shit.” I must have hit my head on something; my lip was bleeding as well as my forearm and my leg. Jason and the rest of his douchy friends just laughed. No apologies.

I wasn’t surprised, not in the least.

“Y/N, are you okay? Who the fuck did this to you?” I heard someone run up to me, not even two seconds after falling.

Eddie.

With all his glory, looking as beautiful as ever.

“I don’t know. Jason pushed me and I-I-I think I hit my head-d-d-d. It hurts, Eds.” He helped me up, crouching at my level. He took my hand in his; his cold rings touching my burning hand. Hot. His other hand was on my upper back, making sure I could stand.

“Hey, hey. Look at me” He placed his hand delicately on my cheek, making me look at him.

“Can you stand?” I nodded.

“Fucking hell.” He muttered under his breath. He saw the cuts and my nose started bleeding a little as well. “I’ll be back, okay. Just give me a second.” His jaw was tight. His delicate brown eyes burning with rage.

I watched him walk up to Jason, calling him as he turned around and punching him in the jaw. He got on top of him and screamed at him for hurting me.

I had never seen Eddie being so protective towards me.

Yes, we have been friends ever since middle school, but I’ve never seen him get mad, not even a tad bit frustrated.

He got up from Jason’s body and his preppy watched, walked away before facing Eddie’s rage. He bent down again to whisper something in his ear. Jason’s face changed, as if he was scared.

Eddie walked back towards me again. He placed one of his hands on my waist, taking my arm in his other to put it around his neck.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” He flashed a soft smile at me. Even his eyes were so soft with me, all the rage had transferred to the asshole.

“That’d be nice, Eds.” I smiled a little.

He placed me in his car. His veiny, gorgeous hands strapped me in as I met his gaze.

He flashed me a small yet comforting smile. “It’s gonna be okay. He won’t ever get close to you again, I promise.”

A small, yet stunned smile appeared on my lips as he shut the door to drive me to his place, I imagine.

[Flashback, Y/N’s POV]

 “MOM! I’m going to Eddie’s house. I’ll be back later.” I screamed to my mom before shutting the door behind me.

I took my bike, as he lived only five minutes away from me. I arrived to his house, knocking two times to say it was me.

“Hey, you.” Eddie appeared at the door, his head was shaved and he was wearing his infamous Corroded Coffin shirt. He let me walk into his house, going to his room and lying on his bed.

“So, what do you have for me today?” He was trying to create a D&D club and was thinking of ideas for his club. I told him I would help him find ideas. He’s my best friend.

He sat at his desk in front of me, taking out a piece of paper.

“Okay, okay. So, first, I thought maybe; Goblets and Goblins? I think it’s a little too... simple you know?” He looked up from his sheet.

“Mhm, it’s not bad, but I have to agree. It’s not screaming ‘EDDIE MUNSON’S CLUB’."

He laughed. His beautiful smile.

“Correct. Next up in line is; Dungeons & Flagons.” He looked proud.

“That will be a no for me.” I gave him a poor smile, he laughed at the sight of my face.

“Fair enough, last one.” He folded the sheet in half, looking at me directly in the eye. “You ready?”

“Please, impress me” I readjusted myself.

“What about, Hellfire Club?”

Perfect. Like him.

“That’s the one, Eds.” I was smiling so widely.

“Yeah! YES! YES! THANK YOU, Y/N. I couldn’t have done this without you.” He gave me his signature smile.

“You know, you’re my favorite freak.” My cheeks heated up. He was so adorable when he got so excited over something.

He smiled even more. “Damn right, I am.”

[Present time, Y/N’s POV]

The engine stopped meaning we were at his house. My mom wasn’t worried when I didn’t come home; she knew I would either be stuck at school or at Eddie’s house. She loved him. So, do I.

He helped me out of his car, placing my arm on top of his shoulders, holding my waist yet again. He led me to his room, and carefully placed me on his bed.

“I’m gonna go get the first aid kit. I’ll be right back.”

He walked out of the room as I looked around his room. I had been over a thousand times before but I always loved to look around his room. It was filled with metal band posters and his precious guitar which he only let me play including himself.

A loud thud could be heard from the bathroom. “Eds, you okay?” I tried to sit up but he appeared only to make me sit back down.

“Uh uh, no you sit, missy. You could have a concussion. I just dropped something on my foot. Clumsy me, you already know.” He crouched at the edge of the bed where I was sitting.

“I’ve patched myself too many times so I think I could become a nurse. What do you think of Nurse Eddie? Hm, does it suit me?" He imitated putting on gloves with that goofy smile of his.

Anything he does makes me want to kiss him.

It made me laugh, lifting my mood even through the pain.

His touch on my leg made my cheeks heat up.

He took an alcohol pad and started cleaning the wound on my leg. It stinged which made me grasp his shoulder.

He looked up at me, giving me a sad smile. “Sorry.” I nodded my head, and mouthed that it was okay.

He continued with me forearm which made me clutch my own hand in a fist, but he quickly took my hand in his to let me squeeze it.

This boy can read me like an open book.

As he continued to my lip and my not-so bleeding nose, he hesitated to put his hand on my face. His eyes met mine.

“It’s okay, Eds. You won’t hurt me.”

“Just tell me if it’s too much, okay?” I shook my head.

He let his hand slip on my face, sending shivers down my spine.

Holy fu-

His fingers, covered with rings grazed my hair on the side of my face as he started to clean the rest of the wounds.

I admired every single thing about him. He’s so pretty and kind and so fucking adorable. God, if I could marry him, please I would’ve already.

This boy means everything. I can’t lose him. I get lost into those eyes and those beautiful lips of his.

Fuck, I’m head over heels.

His eyes stared at my lips as he cleaned the cut delicately. I stared into his eyes which were directed to my lips. My cheeks always warmed up when he would touch me or say something like a cheesy pick-up line.

I didn’t realise he had finished until his eyes met mine. I looked down, flustered.

He pulled back his hand only to lift my chin with his thumb and index finger.

“I think you’re blushing, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart. I think my heart did a back and a front flip inside my chest.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Eds.” He cocks his head to the smile only to drop everything from his hands, placing them on the bed, right by my thighs.

He leaned closer to me, putting all of his weight on the mattress, making me look at him dead in the eye.

I could feel his breath against my lips as he leaned much closer to my face.

I couldn’t breathe until his lips met mine.

They felt soft against my own. The doll taste of cigarettes on his lips that matched him so well. He went in for a second, still gentle and passionate kiss.

Only this time, I placed one of my hands on the side of his face and the other to the back of his neck.

Fireworks were shotting all through me.

I never wanted to let go from him.

He felt so soft and comforting. He was mine. And I was his.

We both pulled back from the kiss, still breathless.

“I’ve been waiting to do that ever since I was 11.” I softly told him. A soft smile lit up his face.

“And I’ve been waiting to that ever since the day I met you, beautiful.” Beautiful.

Another soft smile dropped on my face. “Eddie?”

“Yes, sweetheart?” Oh god. The butterflies.

“What’d you say to Jason before you went back to me?” I was curious, only because of the expression on his face.

“I told him and I quote: ‘Stay away from my girl, or else I’ll come back and to do this all over again. Don’t touch her, don’t talk to her, and don’t even think ‘bout her.’”

“Mhm, so you can read the future now, dungeon master?” I teased.

“You know what they say, I’m the freak. I’m still your favorite freak though, right?” He asks curiously.

“You’re my favorite person, Eddie. You always will be.” He smiled softly as he pulled me into his arms by the side of the bed.

“Ahh. That’s good to know, love. You’re mine now, right? All mine? Nobody else’s?” He whispered in my ear. “‘Cuz I’m all yours.”

“I’m yours, Eddie. Always.” I sweetly whispered in his ear. I nuzzled in his neck, feeling all of him.

“Always.”

the last of us on hbo: here’s your first two episodes, full of the TERROR of humanity!! infected!! corrupt government!! marshal law!! senseless killing!!

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the last of us on hbo: and now for your third episode. the gut wrenching love story between two men who found each other at the end of the world and became so entangled in one another that when time finally wore them away, they left together. also on the nature of daylight plays over their last day together

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