#B] Anon

[gf2bellamy]

Hello !!

I really enjoy your writing and thought that I’d submit a request for a Spencer Reid x Reader fic :)

Essentially, Spencer and Reader just recently moved in together and are getting ready to go on a date. Reader is putting on makeup around the time Spencer finishes getting ready, and Spencer just takes a moment to admire her and says some sort of sweet comment?

(Sorry if that isn’t broad enough)

Thanks! 🫶🏻

- B

admiration — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: nothing i think ? a/n: thank you so much for your request B !! <3333 i love it such an adorable idea ! i hope you like this

You stood in front of the bathroom mirror, rummaging through your makeup bag. Your brows furrowed in concentration as you dug past mascara tubes, eyeliner pencils, and a stray hair tie. 

“Where is it?” you mumbled to yourself, frustration creeping into your voice. 

Finally, your fingers brushed against the smooth tube of your favorite lip gloss. Triumphantly, you pulled it out, unscrewed the cap, and paused for just a second to look at yourself in the mirror. A small, excited smile tugged at your lips. 

Tonight was another date night with Spencer—one of many you’d shared—but the excitement never faded. Even now, standing in the bathroom of your shared apartment, it still felt just as thrilling as the very first time.

Spencer always had a way of making things special, whether it was a night out at a fancy restaurant or an evening spent curled up on the couch with a stack of books and takeout. 

You leaned in slightly, applying the gloss with careful precision. Just as you capped the tube, you heard Spencer’s voice outside the door. 

“Hey, I’m ready,” he called, followed by a soft knock. 

A small smile played on your lips as you glanced toward the door. “You can come in.” 

Spencer slowly opened the door just as you finished applying your lip gloss, the soft click of the handle barely registering as you focused on your reflection. But when the silence stretched longer than expected, curiosity got the best of you. 

You turned to find him standing in the doorway, staring. 

His lips were slightly parted, eyes wide with something that looked a lot like awe. He wasn’t even trying to hide it—his gaze traced over you with the kind of admiration that sent warmth blooming in your chest. 

You tilted your head slightly, a small, amused smile forming on your lips. “Spencer?” 

Spencer blinked, seemingly snapping out of whatever daze he had fallen into. “You—uhm. Wow.” His voice wavered slightly, his brain clearly scrambling to form a coherent sentence. 

You bit back a smile, amused by his flustered state. He always did this—always got a little tongue-tied when you dressed up, like he was seeing you for the first time all over again. 

“Well, thank you, Dr. Reid,” you teased, stepping forward until you were close enough to catch the faint scent of his cologne. Your hands moved to his tie, adjusting it with practiced ease. “And you look very handsome yourself.” 

He smiled shyly at your compliment and then his voice softened. “You know…I’ve read about beauty before. Poets, philosophers, even mathematicians have tried to define it, to measure it, to explain what makes something—or someone—beautiful.” 

Your hands paused on his tie as your breath caught slightly. 

His gaze never wavered as he continued. “But I don’t think words could ever really capture what I feel when I look at you.” 

Your heart practically stopped. The sincerity in his voice made your chest ache in the best way. 

For a moment, you just stared at him, your fingers still lightly resting against his tie. 

Then, a small, breathy laugh escaped you as you shook your head. “You always know exactly what to say, don’t you?” 

Spencer smiled sheepishly. “Not always. Just when it comes to you.” 

You exhaled, feeling warmth spread through your entire body. 

“Well,” you murmured, smoothing your hands down the lapels of his suit, “you’re pretty impossible not to love, you know that?” 

Spencer’s expression shifted—his eyes softened. But instead of responding right away, he did something else. 

He leaned in, pressing a feather-light kiss to your forehead, lingering just long enough to make your heart swell. 

“I love you too,” he whispered against your skin. 

[my-castles-crumbling]

To B anon

Here's the beginning of your ask so you know it's you!

Hi, I hope you’re having a good day! I’ve found myself in a weird situation. So I have a best friend who has a 14 y/o little sister who we’ll call B.

TW: Unsafe internet activities

I'm gonna be vague here and hope you understand lol

Okay yeah this is concerning on more than one way. First, that adult men are interacting with a minor on the internet in an unsafe and creepy way.

And second, that the things she's posting suggest she might know about these things on a firsthand level, if you understand what I mean. IMO, It's okay for people who are underage to use the internet to gain information in a safe way, but the way she's acting...it sounds like she may be doing things irl that aren't safe.

I would tell an adult. I know that's a scary thing because you'll most likely have some backlash, but odds are, this girl is making some unsafe choices and telling an adult could save her from something really scary happening. To add to that, behavior like this could also be a sign that something scary is already happening and needs to be stopped.

When you do tell someone, try to find someone who's smart enough to make it seem like they found out without you telling them. I mean if you found this on the girl's public account, other people can too, so there's no need for you to be blamed. And an adult really needs to know.

Good luck <3

[hamiltonconfessions-but-better]

Fics where Betsey (Eliza) is the villain to further the plot for lams <<< Betsey (Eliza) divorcing His Pathetic Ass and living her best life with split custody of the kids in Miami

- B

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[idkdema]

B anon :D

Magic ✨ :0

[askthefuturestickgeneration]

Why do u wanna kill me u-u

(i just wanna talk so pls dont attack me lol)

-B anon

Because you're mean to "dema" unu

[traumadumpling]

Update your wishlist for that cute shit ❤️ -B

I'm having issues updating it but I added a couple of new things 🥺

[pizzalover8969]

ya like jazz

-B

Euh, not my kind of style. I know Vergil loves some depressing jazz or whatever the hell ya call it

[b-the-anon]

Uhhh oki heres a litle pinned post lmao-

U can call me B or B anon whatever

This blog is for rps so feel free to ask something

Might share a oc ref in the future but still dont know

Yea thats all baii-

[wormchamp72]

My friend said that they don't like Jeff... I don't know how to feel about it :( - B

Dear B,

First of all, 3FF THEM!!!!!1!1! WHY???? WHY DO THEY NOT LIKE JEFF?!???? WHO IN THEIR RIGHT M0TH3R3FF1NG MIND WOULD DISLIKE JEFF THE M0TH3R3FF1NG KILLER?!?!??1??

Have you asked them?

Maybe you can change their mind.

But if they really do not like Jeff the Killer...

Can you really call them your friend? Be honest with yourself, now. If you are anything like me you probably feel a deep connection to Jeff and perhaps even see a bit of yourself in him. So riddle me this: if your friend does not like Jeff the Killer...do they even really like you?

Do not let dirty filthy bullying betrayers into your life, dear B. I used 2 be like you once. Wide-eyed and full of hope. I thought I could trust people. And so even when the man I called my dearest friend did not harbor the same colossal admiration of Jeff the Killer that I did, I let myself believe that it was okay. That he was still my friend. That he was going 2 be by my side forever, much like Jeff's everlasting smile. And look where that got me. So you see, I am simply worried for your wellbeing, as I know all too well the true nature of Jeff haters (my most hated enemy, Brayden, is a devout JTK anti).

Now of course, remember that all hope is not lost since there is still time for them 2 have a change of heart. But don't let yourself wait too long. And if you find that their wrong opinion on Jeff persists, then ask yourself...do I really need this person in my life?

Remember, the Worm is always here 2 lend open ear.

Best regards,

Wormchamp72

[gf2bellamy]

Hi!!

I’m back with another request because I loved the last one (thank you btw)

Essentially Reader and Spencer are in a secret relationship due to the fact they both work for the BAU. However, someone in the BAU (I don’t really mind who) notices that Spencer starts doing things for Reader that he didn’t do before (carrying around her favourite candies or helping her with her go bag). That person proceeds to try and get a confession out of the two of them/ confront them

hopefully that makes sense, and I apologize if it doesn’t.

Thanks!! 🫶🏻

-B

observation — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: nothing i think ? a/n: hii B !! thank you for your request <33 I had so much fun writing this i love penelope so much

“Thank you,” you said with a warm smile as you took the coffee from Spencer’s hand, fingers brushing briefly against his. He had remembered exactly how you liked it, down to the smallest detail, just as he always did. Your gaze flickered down to the other item in his grasp, a donut from your favorite bakery. You accepted it with a grateful hum.

“You’re an angel,” you sighed contentedly, sinking your teeth into the soft pastry.

He didn’t say anything at first, just offered you that small, knowing smile, the one that made your chest feel a little lighter. His hazel eyes lingered on you for a second longer than necessary before he gave a slight nod and turned back toward his desk. 

Across the bullpen, Garcia perched on the edge of Morgan’s desk, idly twirling a pen between her fingers. She hadn’t been paying much attention at first, her mind had been occupied with whatever conversation she and Derek had been having, but something about the moment between you and Spencer made her pause. 

It wasn’t unusual for Spencer to do kind things for you; in fact, it had almost become routine. But there was something different this time. Something in the way he looked at you, the way your eyes met his in that brief exchange.

It was subtle, maybe too subtle for most people to notice, but Penelope was observant. And she knew a meaningful glance when she saw one. Narrowing her eyes, she tilted her head slightly, watching as Spencer settled back at his desk, his posture a little too relaxed, his focus not entirely on the file in front of him. Then she looked back at you, still happily munching on your donut, a barely-there smile lingering on your lips. 

Oh. 

Oh. 

Penelope’s eyes widened slightly as realization dawned, but just as quickly as the thought entered her mind, she shook her head, pushing it aside. Maybe she was imagining things. Maybe she was reading too much into it. 

Still… she made a mental note to keep an eye on the two of you.

Just in case. 

For now, she turned back to Derek, who was watching her with an amused smirk. 

“Something on your mind, Baby Girl?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. 

Penelope pursed her lips, stealing one last glance at you and Spencer before turning back to Derek with a dramatic sigh. 

“Oh, nothing,” she mused. “Just… observing.” 

Derek chuckled, shaking his head. “That’s never just ‘nothing’ with you.” 

Penelope only smirked in response, filing her suspicions away for later. 

The next time Penelope’s curiosity was piqued was when the entire team was making their way to the jet. It wasn’t often that she had to join them on cases, but her technical expertise was needed in the field this time. As she strolled alongside Derek, chattering about the latest tech upgrades she wanted for her office, something caught her attention.

Spencer. 

More specifically, Spencer carrying your go-bag. 

Her eyebrows lifted as she watched him adjust the strap over his shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world. You walked beside him, laughing softly at something he had said. He was smiling too.

Huh. 

Penelope’s eyes narrowed slightly behind her glasses. Her eyes were locked on the two of you as you boarded the jet.

And that’s when she nearly lost it. Because, oh. Oh. 

You sat down next to Spencer, nothing unusual about that, but the way you did it made her jaw nearly hit the floor. Legs touching. No space. At all. 

Not even the usual “oh, it’s a tight fit” kind of situation, there was plenty of room on the jet. But you? You had chosen to sit so close that if one of you so much as moved an inch, you'd basically be in each other’s laps. Penelope turned her head slowly, as if to make sure she wasn’t the only one seeing this. But the rest of the team didn’t seem to think anything of it. Emily was already flipping through the case file, Rossi was drinking his coffee, and Hotch, well, Hotch probably knew but was choosing not to acknowledge it. She turned back just in time to see Spencer shift slightly, angling his body toward you as he mumbled something. You responded with a soft chuckle, nudging his arm playfully. 

That was it. That was the moment Penelope Garcia officially entered investigation mode. 

“Oh, this is interesting,” she murmured to herself, a slow grin spreading across her face. 

Derek, who had been about to sit down, paused mid-motion. “What’s interesting?” 

Penelope shook her head, plastering on her most innocent expression. “Oh, nothing at all, my delicious chocolate thunder,” she cooed, reaching over to pat his cheek. 

Derek rolled his eyes. “Yeah, okay. I know that look, sweetheart. Spill.” 

But Penelope just hummed, settling into her seat with a knowing smirk. 

Oh, she was going to figure this out. And when she did? Oh, you and Spencer were never going to hear the end of it. 

The next time something happened was a couple days later.

Penelope had seen a lot of things in her time at the BAU, gruesome crime scenes, mind-bending mysteries, and things that made her want to bleach her brain—but this? 

This was something else entirely. 

She had suspicions, of course. She wasn’t the team’s resident gossip queen for nothing. She noticed the little things, the way Spencer always seemed to hover a little too close to you and the way you looked at him like he personally hung the stars.

But this was undeniable. 

Garcia had just stepped out of her office, stretching after a long day of staring at computer screens, when she spotted you and Spencer waiting by the elevator. At first, she didn’t think much of it, just two coworkers leaving at the same time. Normal. Totally fine. 

And then she saw it. 

Spencer’s hand. 

On your lower back. 

The casual intimacy of it made her stop in her tracks.

And just when she thought she couldn’t possibly be more stunned, he leaned in and kissed your temple. 

Kissed. Your. Temple. 

Before she could even react, the elevator doors slid open, and you both stepped inside, completely oblivious to the fact that Penelope Garcia had just witnessed the biggest secret of the year. 

She stood frozen in the hallway, her mouth slightly open, her mind racing. No. No, no, no. She had to be hallucinating. Maybe she had spent too much time staring at screens and was now seeing things. Maybe someone had slipped something into her coffee. 

But no. This was real. 

Her hands flew to her mouth, suppressing the squeal threatening to burst out of her. 

“Oh. My. God,” she whispered to herself, eyes wide with a mix of shock and happiness. The entire night, Penelope tossed and turned in bed, her mind racing with one singular thought. How did you and Spencer hide this for so long? She prided herself on knowing everything about her team. Not just their work habits, but their favorite coffee orders, their comfort movies, even the ridiculous little quirks that made them who they were. But somehow, somehow, she had completely missed the fact that Spencer Reid had been in a secret relationship with you for who knows how long. 

It was unacceptable. 

So, instead of getting a good night’s sleep, she lay awake, replaying every interaction, every inside joke, every moment she had brushed off as just “friendship.”

And now it all made sense. 

By the time morning came, she had given up entirely on rest and got to work earlier than anyone, which, for her, was unheard of. Hotch had to do a double-take when he walked into the bullpen, his brows lifting slightly at the sight of Garcia standing there, arms crossed, foot tapping impatiently against the floor. 

He debated asking. Then decided, Nope. Not his business. With a subtle shake of his head, he continued toward his office. 

Garcia, meanwhile, was waiting like a hunter tracking its prey. She was ready. The moment you and Spencer stepped foot into the bullpen, looking far too relaxed for people harboring a massive secret, she pounced. 

“Finally!” she exclaimed, her voice cutting through the quiet morning air. 

Both you and Spencer froze mid-step, your expressions instantly shifting into matching looks of confusion. 

“Uh… good morning to you too, Pen?” you said hesitantly, giving her a small smile. 

You walked toward your desk, right across from Spencer’s, placing your bag down and shrugging off your jacket. But before you could settle in, Penelope cut in with a pointed, “You two. We need to have a talk.” 

Spencer blinked. “About what?” 

She scoffed, throwing her arms up. “Oh, don’t play dumb with me, Doctor Reid.” She turned to you. “And you! I expect this kind of top-secret, under-the-radar stealth mode from him, but you? I thought we were closer than that!” 

You blinked, completely lost. “Penelope, we have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

Penelope scoffed again, crossing her arms as she glared at the two of you. “I’m so mad at you,” she huffed. 

“Why?” Spencer asked immediately, concern lacing his voice. His brows furrowed as he glanced between you and Garcia.

Penelope’s glare deepened. “Why? Oh, I don’t know, maybe because you two have been sneaking around behind my back for—who knows how long?! And I had to find out on my own?” 

You felt heat creep up your neck. “We weren’t sneaking—” 

“Oh, please,” she cut you off, waving her hand. “I saw him kiss your temple last night at the elevator! I’ve seen the way you two look at each other, all googly-eyed and disgustingly adorable—and yet, nobody told me? Your best friend?” 

You and Spencer exchanged a look, and even without speaking, you knew you were both thinking the same thing. 

Busted. 

You sighed, rubbing your arm. “Okay, yeah… we’re together.” 

Penelope gasped, clutching her chest dramatically. “I knew it!” 

Spencer cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable with all the attention. “But—Garcia, please don’t tell anyone,” he said quickly, adjusting his bag strap. 

Garcia’s mouth fell open in offense. “Excuse me?” 

“Please,” you added, stepping forward with a pleading look. “We just… we wanted to keep it private for now. It’s not that we didn’t want to tell you, we just—we weren’t ready for everyone to know yet.” 

Penelope stared at you both for a long moment, lips pursed, clearly debating whether to accept this explanation or not. Then, finally, with a dramatic sigh, she rolled her eyes. “Fine. I won’t tell anyone.” 

Spencer let out a relieved breath, and you smiled gratefully. “Thank you.” 

“But,” she added sharply, pointing a finger between the two of you, “I expect to be the first one to know when you are ready to go public. I want details, I want stories, I want all the romantic fluff I was robbed of for—how long?” 

You bit your lip. “…Almost a year.” 

Her jaw dropped. “A Year?!” 

You winced. “Uh… surprise?” 

Garcia groaned, throwing her head back. “I cannot believe I missed an entire year of cuteness. This is a disaster.” 

Spencer shifted awkwardly. “Well, statistically speaking, keeping a secret this long in a workplace environment is actually quite rare—” 

“Oh, don’t you dare start throwing statistics at me, Doctor Love,” Garcia interrupted, narrowing her eyes. Then, her face softened as she let out a dramatic sigh. “Ugh, you two are so lucky I love you.” 

You grinned. “We really are.” 

Garcia huffed but smiled anyway. “Now go, before I change my mind and announce it to everyone.” 

You and Spencer didn’t need to be told twice. With one last grateful look at her, you turned to head toward your desks, your shoulders brushing as you walked. 

Garcia watched you go, shaking her head with an affectionate smile.

[modanisgf]

NAVIGATION—

“I LIKE ME BETTER WHEN I’M WITH YOU”

ABOUT ME

— who is the owner of this blog?

LIBRARY

— what are you looking for?

LABELS / NETWORKS

k-labels

SCHEDULE

— when am i posting?

whenever i can atp..

[jeanzoriley-cod]

A small cardboard box is delivered to Jeanz. Inside happens to be a few bags of lego pieces, as well as an instruction manual and a note.

"Heard you liked blue roses. Figured plastic ones may survive a little longer out there than some real ones. Just use the blue pieces in place of the red ones while following the instructions.

-B."

Jeanz takes the package from the mail person, making her way back into her room, shutting the door behind her. She opens it, blinking in surprise. She sets the pieces to the side, picking up the note and reading it. A grin breaking out on her face as she finishes it. "Well, B, whoever ye are, this is an amazin' gift, I'll start on it right away," she murmured to herself, setting down the note and starting on the blue rose legos.

[hamiltonconfessions-but-better]

Nobody is bad for liking a ship that isn't really problematic. If you go outside and touch grass and talk to people, you realize that people on the internet are horrifically chronically online. Do you hear shit about proshipping irl? Nobody gaf just live your life with the things you like as long as it doesn't hurt anybody

-B (not a jeffmads shipper)

confessions referenced: 1

[askthefuturestickgeneration]

Haha no thanks ōvō'

*disappears*

(oh dudee it seems like it gonna take long time *pat pat*)

-B anon

-n-

(Jokes on you bud I'M ALREADY DONE AND WITH MY FLIPACLIP TRANSFERS)

(But thanks for the pats :3)

[traumadumpling]

Anon asks about anything? 😏 In that case...

1. Where do you want to visit the most?

2. What's your biggest dream?

3. What is your favorite way someone can show you that they appreciate you?

4. What is a hobby you want to pick up?

5. What is your favorite food?

-B

1. I'm not really sure where I want to visit the most. I almost hate to even think of travelling places that aren't in Canada anymore. I just know that I'm probably never gonna be able to afford it. I want to do Japan, tons of Europe, New York City (but not until America gets it's shit together).

2. Independence tbh. I want my own place and my own life

3. Honestly reassurance is nice. I'm also low-key all of the love languages. However you do it just make sure it's sincere and decently often because a girl overthinks

4. I'd love to try crocheting but with my arthritis being so bad so far this year, idk if it's worth trying

5. Either butter chicken & rice with garlic naan, or any pasta. 😍

[harteofthehart-ayyy]

My favorite ground type is the dirt your Maxie is buried in. My favorite fire type would be whatever layer of hell you're going to - B

Ohh VERY edgy. Neither of those are Pokémon though. Maybe consult a pokedex.