#Reider thoughts

[reiderwriter]

On season 9 of my rewatch and just got hit with Spencer saying "I know it's not as effective as my dominant personality" and now I'm 100% writing a fic where reader asks him about his dominant personality

[babiebom]

Heyy it's me again, lol. Ur criminal minds hcs for Reid were so good!! Thank u for blessing me. 🙌🏻 I was wondering if ud be down to write maybe a one-shot or a drabble of Reid comforting a reader (I almost wrote reider bc I spaced out and like akjsldj) who just had friends leave them when they thought they were really close? I hope that's not too specific!! Thank you sm for blessing the world with ur writing. It literally makes my day so much brighter whenever you post. 🥰

A/N: CUTE!! Reider would be a really cute fandom name for him ngl. Also I’ve fallen out of contact with friends that I thought were gonna be in it for the long run with me but unfortunately it just didn’t work out that way even if we didn’t fall out. ALSO specifics are great with me because then it’s clear what I need to write and what you want me to write so don’t apologize!! Can you tell I don’t know how to comfort anyone?

Tw: some cursing, some abandonment issues, mentions of bullying within the friend group. Isolation, ghosting. Lmk if there’s something I should tag!

Genre: angst, one shot, some fluff

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader (can be read platonically or romantically in think. Also can be read as gender neutral maybe?) if I added pronouns or descriptors let me know!!

Wc:1.3k

Criminal Minds Masterlist

It’s strange when you break up with a friend, even more so when the reason that you breakup is something stupid, something avoidable. It hurts even more when you get abandoned, ghosted by someone you thought would be in your life for the rest of it. No one ever prepares you for friendships ending. You get prepared for romantic relationships, death, and maybe sometimes you drift apart from friends but even then you’re prepared.

You stare at the group chat that had defined your childhood and teenage years. Stare at the names followed by “has left the chat” with a feeling in your heart that is only rivaled by death of a loved one if you remembered correctly. It had been a while.

It was a petty argument that only lasted a day, something about how everyone treated you. You regretted bringing it up on the first day that you had been ignored after sending a message. That day turned into a week which turned into them all leaving the group chat without telling you which hurt more than being kicked out of it. Did you really mean that little that they would ghost you that easily?

You never started arguments usually. You never even participated in them, trying to stay neutral in order to keep everyone happy. Always passive and agreeable and everyone liked you that way. The one time you have something to get off your chest…maybe you shouldn’t have said anything.

You tried to message one of your friends first, you hadn’t known her as long as some of the others in the group, but she was always sweet and didn’t seem like the type to ghost.

You 5:43 pm: Irene what happened? I saw you all left the group chat. Is something wrong?

You don’t get an answer back for an hour. And it makes your heart squeeze in your chest. It isn’t really an answer, but at the same time it answered both of your questions. To her you didn’t really matter all that much and something was really wrong.

Irene 7:01 pm: just leave me alone. You said what you needed to say, if you message me again I’ll block you.

You try again with a different friend. One you have known a little longer. One who had complained to you and confided in you and one that you thought you were close to than this.

He doesn’t answer at all, and neither do the other two that you message. Eventually you figure out that your messages never sent because you had been blocked. Going to their instagrams and twitters, everything is gone as soon as you click on them. Even their TikTok’s have nothing for you to look at.

Soon enough you’re fighting off tears, your chest tight and your stomach swirling. Was speaking up for yourself really worth this? Your head spins and your vision becomes blurry as you click on the last contact that’s available to you.

Your best friend. Having known her for the longest time out of all of them, you’d think she’d say something before doing something like this. You two met in elementary school, and were friends before the group got together. If you think about it more your friendship reminded you of the one in Jennifer’s Body. Except instead of saving everyone, you were being ignored and abandoned by the person you thought was going to be there even if everyone else wouldn’t. The person that you thought you could rely on.

But before you could message her, one came straight to you. The bubbles popping up as she’s typing something else. You can’t really understand the first paragraph, your mind to overwhelmed by the weeks events to be able to read.

Emilie 7:42 pm: I just wanted to message you before you tried anything with me. I’m honestly not interested in talking to you anymore after how you talked to me and my friends. None of us want you in the group anymore, and honestly it’s fucking pathetic that you’re reaching out and asking if anything is wrong when you’re the reason everyone was upset in the first place. Like you said we were shit friends, and now you wanna act like everything confuses you? If we were so shitty to you, why do you want us to still talk to you? I told Jacob, Josh, Irene, and Paisley to block you if you message them because honestly they don’t need you to try to beg and plead with them. You’re toxic and we’re done with you. Honestly, you look pathetic and desperate for attention messaging all of us like this. I’m not even gonna bother blocking you because it doesn’t really matter that much to me and maybe in the future I could be open to being friends again but for right now, I’m over it. Bye. You should do better.

Now the tears fall down your face, hot and burning as they trail down your cheeks and onto the screen of your phone. Going onto instagram to doom scroll your feelings away, you are immediately met with a photo of your friend group hanging out without you. Taken aback, you try to bring yourself to unfollow Emilie, to block her and effectively cut her out of your life while your wounds are fresh and your friendship is newly ended so you don’t have to torture yourself. But that’s exactly what you do, torture yourself. Instead of unfollowing her, deleting all of the pictures of her and your friend group from your feed, you scroll through them, the tears falling faster the longer you sit there and reminisce. You don’t even hear the front door open and close, and the only reason you know it did is because of the weight that causes you to lean towards the new person in the bed. Warmth blankets around you, the feeling of arms wrapped around your body brings you out of your mind.

Turning to look at the man next to you, you see that Spencer is looking at you as if you’re a wounded animal and it makes you burst out into tears. Maybe you really did look pathetic. “Oh no…what happened?”

You tried to explain, but couldn’t properly while you were blubbering. Instead you just throw your phone to him and let your head fall into your hands. He takes a literal second to read, then lets out a gust of air that usually meant he was surprised and didn’t know what to say.

He moves to hug you again, resting his head on top of yours. “You know…they say that it takes 200 hours to form a close friendship with someone. And when that friendship ends unexpectedly, it can cause a multitude of issues in the future with how you trust and open up to people…”

His ramblings weren’t all that comforting, but just hearing him speak made you start to feel better. Of course he would attempt to make things better by spouting facts that one hundred percent would make anyone else annoyed at him. You snuggle into his arms, nodding your head to show that you’re listening in between sobs. “S-so how long until I s-stop feeling like my h-heart is broken?” You ask. It did somehow feel like being broken up with, or having someone die.

“Well, most grief experts think that a year is a good estimate on how long it takes to get used to the loss of someone major in your life…”

“A year?” You whine, letting your head tilt backwards dramatically. “That’s too long!” It’s kind of a joke, the way you say it. But the way he looks at you lets you know that he knows you’re being somewhat serious.

“She was your best friend…of course it’s going to take some time to get used to not talking to her…however long you take to grieve is how long it’s going to take. It’s not a complete science.”

You nod, and hide your face in his chest. While you still felt like the Earth was ending, maybe it’s not ending right this second anymore.

[nahaerya]

I don't know about you, fellow Schneesh shippers, but I'm having a hard time with this ship name. It sound like a sneeze (@sonic-counselor) in general and it makes my eye twitch in particular. They deserve better.

A couple anons dropped some alternatives in my inbox, and @gralto suggested to poll the, ah, 12 people who are interested in this ship.

Thoughts? Prayers? Surreptitious 911 calls?

Have a kiss for your trouble!

[snowdropluck204]

IDEA!

Hello there Spencer lovers! I have an idea that I think could be really cool (I trust nobody here to steal it...)! Can you wonderful Spencer readers (Reiders?) send me random video games that you would want Spencer to react to his partner (Any gender) playing? I'm teaching my youngest brother to play Stardew Valley, and I thought, how would Spencer like the game??? So send me anons, or with your user, of video games you like! And I will write up how I think Spencer will react to you playing it and whether he would play it too! Let me know if that's something you want to see!

[autism-unfiltered]

just fyi, the puzzle peice symbol is seen as offensive to autistic ppl (such as myself), because it implies that there is a missing peice of the puzzle, if you will, further implying something is wrong with us. Just reiderating something I've heard 🤷🏼 /nm /neu

Dear anonymous,

Thank you for sharing your perspective on the puzzle piece symbol. It's important to remember that the autism community is incredibly diverse, and interpretations of symbols like the puzzle piece can vary widely among individuals.

The puzzle piece symbol was originally intended to represent the complexity and diversity of the autism spectrum. The idea was that autism is not a one-size-fits-all condition, but rather a 'puzzle' of diverse symptoms and experiences that can vary greatly from person to person. It was not meant to imply that something is 'missing' or 'wrong' with autistic individuals.

However, I understand that some people in the autism community, like yourself, interpret the symbol differently and find it offensive. This is a valid perspective, and it's crucial to respect and acknowledge these feelings.

At the same time, there are also many autistic individuals who do not find the symbol offensive and see it as a representation of their unique experiences and the diversity of the autism spectrum. It's important to remember that there is no 'right' or 'wrong' interpretation here - each person's feelings and perspectives are valid and should be respected.

In the end, the decision to accept or reject the puzzle piece symbol is a personal one. Each autistic individual has the right to decide for themselves how they feel about the symbol and what it represents to them.

Thank you again for sharing your thoughts. Open discussions like these are essential for fostering understanding and respect within our community.

[thepanhhandle]

May 7th, 2025 Tea Serving (😏) and Skytree

So today is basically another day that shows you why you should not allow me to have access to places that sell sweets and desserts. Like, after having lunch, I literally got lost on the first floor of the Tokyo Skytree mall, wandering from shop to shop that sells sweets. But do not blame though, they smell and taste pretty good. Anyway, before this, we had a tea ceremony with a tea master that has been working for 40 years. Impressive right? Coming from a person who participated in tea ceremonies across many cultures now, I would say that Japanese tea ceremony is a lot more rigid and formal compared to other cultures. Regardless, I did enjoy the peace and tranquility of the ceremony along with the taste of the matcha and the sweet accompaniment with it. Afterward, we went to the Tokyo Skytree, and the events mentioned at the beginning basically happened. After that, we went to the 350th floor (350 meters) and then to the 450th floor. I do not know if it was just me, but I felt nauseous after a while so we quickly came down afterward. Overall, I thought the view of Tokyo was really pretty as the architecture is really shown when viewed from above.

Academic Reflection

Experiencing the whole experience, it perfectly encapsulates the text "Following Ceremony" by Reider. The equipment, the scoop and other equipment used to make the tea, were very simple as noted in the text. And yet, the simplicity contribute to the main idea of the tea ceremony, to not indulge in wealth, but rather the taste and experience of tea. The way the guest would enter the tea house, rather than just simply stepping into the room, but rather kneeling through a small opening to show that status does not matter in a tea house was also mentioned in the text. However, we only get to do the Usucha because as mentioned in the text and the lady at the tea ceremony, the real tea ceremony would take hours, and we would never have time for all of that. In the end, we get to meet the tea master, and I will have to say that was a neat experience.

Moving onto the Tokyo Skytree part, you kind of see the effect of the zoning in the observation of the Skytree. In a way, you can kind of see the mish-mashed of different types of building as the zoning are not explicit and are often not strict enough to define a certain type of building allow in an area as indicated by "Urban Planning" by Sorensen. And another reflection of this would be as you are walking around on the street, you see buildings that use their first floor as a commercial zone, but use the upper floors as apartments or residential zones. This blur between the zones really show the leftover of the laws made before the World Wars for zoning controls.

[selinisinjapan]

May 7th - Tea ceremony, Skytree

We started the day with an expedited tea ceremony. I personally love matcha so this was a really exciting experience. The tea master was really sweet and the fact that the art of this ceremony has been passed on to her by her mother and the fact that she is passing it down herself is so amazing. The sweet we had prior to the tea was beautiful, while I did not enjoy the taste too much, it did balance the matcha really well. The matcha itself was delicious, while I do usually prefer a sweeter tea, I did not mind this at all.

Next we went to the Tokyo skytree. In honesty, I don’t particularly like these types of buildings, I think once you’re that high up most cities look very similar, at least to my eyes. To me, this wasn’t entirely different from Chicago or New York, but I did still appreciate the view. I did also like the mall that was nearby, I was able to get some shoes I have been wanting to get from here. Beside that, I thought the glass floor was fun, although I am afraid of heights. Overall, it was a good experience, the elevators speed was a highlight!

With the readings, it is interesting that the entire tea ceremony / tradition was entirely transformed by essentially one person. Reider talks about how the tea ceremony is not just about aesthetics and looks but about the social and emotional connections it fosters. I definitely felt that through the tea master’s precision and her story of learning the tradition from her mother. We were explained about how everything is done on purpose, like the door being smaller so that everyone has to bow to enter, gesturing that everyone is equal within the tea room. It is also interesting that samurai’s would leave their swords out. Ohki emphasizes the importance of every small gesture and how each movement carries meaning rooted in centuries of practice. Even though we had a more shortened version, I could see that precision and care in how she prepared the matcha. She took her time to sanitize the tools and warm the bowl. Everything she did was precise and had a reason, symbolic or not. In reference to the last reading, Sorensen explains how Tokyo’s urban growth was really driven by private investment and infrastructure-led projects, and I think that the Skytree area reflects that really well. It’s not just a landmark, its also a commercial center, transit hub, and entertainment space. The integration of the tower with shopping, restaurants, and transit access aligns with Sorensen’s idea of “privately-led urbanism,” where public and private interests merge to shape Tokyo’s unique and highly efficient urban environment.

[livemmmaufc]

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[mediaevalmusereads]

Everything is Tuberculosis. By John Green. Crash Course Books, 2025.

Rating: 4.5/5 stars

Genre: non-fiction, science, medical history, disease

Series: N/A

Summary: Tuberculosis has been entwined with humanity for millennia. Once romanticized as a malady of poets, today tuberculosis is a disease of poverty that walks the trails of injustice and inequity we blazed for it.

In 2019, John Green met Henry, a young tuberculosis patient at Lakka Government Hospital in Sierra Leone while traveling with Partners in Health. John became fast friends with Henry, a boy with spindly legs and a big, goofy smile. In the years since that first visit to Lakka, Green has become a vocal and dynamic advocate for increased access to treatment and wider awareness of the healthcare inequities that allow this curable, treatable infectious disease to also be the deadliest, killing 1.5 million people every year.

In Everything is Tuberculosis, John tells Henry’s story, woven through with the scientific and social histories of how tuberculosis has shaped our world and how our choices will shape the future of tuberculosis.

***Full review below.***

CONTENT WARNINGS: description of disease/illness, war, child death, animal testing/death, scientific racism, outing

As a disclaimer, I've been a fan of John and Hank Green for well over a decade now, so my review may or may not have some bias as a result.

I can't say that I ever had a huge interest in global health, per se, but I do care deeply about injustice. This book, then, was a compelling case study for how Healthcare and injustice (particularly in former colonized countries) are intertwined. As Green shows us, the story of tuberculosis in the 21st century is the story of both human ingenuity and human failure: while we have developed effective treatments for what has been humanity's deadliest infectious disease, systemic racism and putting profit above people has ensured that millions still die from tuberculosis every year.

Green makes his case by focusing primarily on humans. There is some science in this book, and lucky for me, it's simplified enough where I can understand it without being overwhelmed. But Green stirs a passionate response in readers not by relaying the science, but by offering a social or cultural view of the history of the disease. He tackles 19th century beliefs about tuberculosis and art, linguistic roots that shape the way different cultures thought of the disease, and the way germ theory changed the way tuberculosis was perceived by rich, primarily white countries.

Even more powerful is the story of Henry Reider, a teenager in Sierra Leone who survived a drug-resistant strain of tuberculosis. Henry and Green are friends in real life, which shows me that Green is using his platform to boost marginalized stories. But Henry's story is a powerful statement not just about the injustice of Healthcare in impoverished nations, but about the humanity of those infected and the hope that a better world is possible. It also serves as a nice foil to the macro-view of tuberculosis treatment elsewhere in the book: while it's easy to lose the humanity in a survey of statistics and historical trends and "fun" facts, Henry reminds us that everyone who has had the disease is a full person as complex as you and I.

My criticisms regarding this book are minimal and probably have to do with personal preference. Mainly, I wanted a little more prolonged discussion from Green on certain topics; this book moves fast in part because sections (and chapters) are short, and while that might be fine for casual readers, I was hoping for a more sustained train of thought or argument. I was also mildly annoyed by the formatting of the Further Reading section, but I'm a crotchety old ex-academic, so take that as you will.

TL;DR: Everything is Tuberculosis is a powerful call-to-action against the injustices within global health. Looking at the history of tuberculosis through a human (and societal) lens ensures that people like Henry don't slip through the cracks, and I think this book serves as a good introduction to one of our many global health crises.

[ambercast]

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[reiderwriter]

I've had a lot of asks recently that are just "do this" "write this" "I need this"

I'm sorry, I know that tone is hard to translate over written text, but I need you to treat me more like a human being with feelings and not a writing machine that just gives you fics every few days. You can't just feed me prompts with no "hello."

I'm not asking for massive praise or even anything more than a hello and thank you. Just some recognition that I'm a human being, thanks! ♥️

[chartreusejelly]

This is an excellent point @meowdymista! I never really thought of it as a parallel to Jack before but I can definitely see it.

I initially saw a loss of hope with the loss of Hosea as well, but they really reiderate it when the gang immediatedly loses one of their own after him. They lose someone who not only had his whole life ahead of him, but had an eagerness to learn and succeed in whatever he may have done when it was time to move on, and the realization that any one of them could be next sinks in.

Maybe a hot take but I felt like Lenny's death was the most unecessary out of all of the deaths in RDR2.

Y'all know Sean is my fave and I hated seeing him go, especially so early in the game, and it's sad because he's so young, but it had meaning and foreshadowing to what was to come. When Sean first returns to camp there's an interaction between him and Dutch where Sean asks if Dutch missed him and he responds with "Like I miss the sun". Many of them saw him as a literal ray of sunshine, keeping their spirits up. Keeping them all laughing and singing even though he had moments of doubt and dispair himself. After his death, the tone of the camp notably shifts. They have a party for Jack's return but it's not the same. When it's done, we seldom see anyone in camp enjoying themselves or cheerful.

Hosea was the voice of reason. He was Dutch's last shred of sanity which died along with him. The gang's sembalance of order quickly becomes nothing but chaos when Dutch no longer has that angel on his shoulder trying to lead with sensibility.

But Lenny... I struggle to understand what his death brought to the story besides more pain. The youngest member, smart and full of potential, just gone, suddenly. There's no great symbolism, just another senseless loss and we aren't even given time to mourn him. He didn't even get a cut scene.

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[reidslibrarybook]

Give Up

Couple - Spencer x pregnant!reader

Requested - can i request a little blurb where like reider (you know who this is bc of that lol) asks spencer if there’s someone else bc he’s still sleeping in the living room and she knows it isn’t true but her insecurities get the best of her? maybe like a part two to the fic you just wrote? i thought of that and i was like i need my heart strings pulled

Warnings - language, sexual innuendos and lots of them , insecurity, not proofread (lmk if i missed some)

Summary - Spencer’s been leaving bed abruptly since the start of your pregnancy, what was more interesting than staying home with you and your daughter?

Category - fluff and hurt/comfort i think?

Word Count - 4k

A/N - this one is kinda cute ngl but reader is hella dramatic lmao.

ident and italics = flashback

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Marriage was a two-way street, an agreement of compromise and a vow to never let go of the other. Your pregnancy was not easy in any way, filled with horrible discomfort and an annoying possibility of mood swings every time something ticked you off.

The two of you had to give up lots of things to make your little family work, especially since you were carrying your second child. You and Spencer agreed to make more time for each other and your kids— the both of you stepping down from the dangerous or time-consuming aspects of your jobs.

You always wondered if he secretly resented you for prompting him to give up his work as a field agent at the BAU. He was still there, working with Penelope at the office instead of flying from state to state every week, but you couldn’t help but question if a part of his heart blamed you for withholding him from doing something he loved.

He constantly reassured you but you were never certain despite the happy smile that was plastered on his face whenever he was around you or your daughter, Aurora. You thought the name was fitting since he always called her his ‘little princess’ but you preferred a shorter one, so the two of you settled on Aurora and Rory for short.

Spencer loved her and he loved you, at least you thought so.

Every day, in the early morning before dawn, he’d leave the bed and come back an hour or two later. It wasn’t uncommon for him to get up every once in a while because his brain wouldn’t stop churning, but, much to your chagrin, the act had become a daily occurrence.

You never knew where he was going and you didn’t want to ask either. Ignorance was always your downfall and it was clear that the flaw wouldn’t be changing anytime soon.

“Mommy,” your eyes fluttered open to see Rory standing at the edge of the bed near your face, “Wake up, Mommy.”

You nodded groggily, “I’m awake. What’s wrong?”

“Can I sleep with you please?”

You smiled and nodded, sitting up just enough to pick her up from the floor and roll her over to the center of the bed… a bed that was missing Spencer.

“Where’s Daddy?”

You pulled her close to your chest, being careful of the little bump on your stomach that continued to grow.

“I don’t know, love.”

“Daddy left earlier, I saw him leave.”

You furrowed your brows as your heart rate began to pick up from its resting state. “You saw him leave?”

She nodded her head rapidly, her tiny hands continuing to paw at your back. “Mhm, he told me not to tell you.”

The figure in your arms began to wiggle out of your grasp until she was flush with your face.

“Please don’t tell Daddy I told you, I don’t want him to get mad at me.” She squeezed your cheeks with her baby hands, rocking your head from side to side to emphasize her point.

“I promise, Rory. Now, you have to get to sleep. You have school tomorrow,” you whispered into her hair as she returned to her position with her face in your neck.

She slowly moved her head up and down until soft snores fell from her lips. You were still wide awake, your mind wandering to the different possibilities. He could be anywhere and you had absolutely no idea where ‘anywhere’ was.

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Your eyelids opened as soon as you heard the creaking of your bedroom door, a tall lean figure walking in and sliding into bed wordlessly beside you. Your body had a visceral reaction to his return, immediately gravitating towards him and reaching your hands over to grab him closer for warmth.

He looked over at you, completely surprised that you had woken up so quickly after his return. Spencer tried his best to open his eyes so they’d adjust to the dimly lit room, illuminated by the soft glow of both the moon and the sun.

“Y/N, you’re awake?”

You nodded, squishing Rory in between the two of your bodies as you nuzzled your head into his chest. Your nose scrunched up as your senses were bombarded with a familiar scent that you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“Where were you,” you whispered. You could feel his heart rate pick up as his breathing pattern became more and more irregular.

“I was hungry so I went out for a snack.”

“You left the house for a snack at 4 am?”

He sucked in a breath. “Yup.”

“So what did you get?”

He used his hand to rub your back, most likely trying to distract you from the make-shift interrogation going on while the two of you laid in bed. “A cinnamon roll.”

You lifted your head. “A cinnamon roll?”

He nodded.

“Why didn’t you get me one?”

Your pregnancy brought around weird cravings for things that you never craved before— bagels and carrots and… cinnamon rolls.

He laughed, “You were sleeping.”

A wide smile crossed your face as you sat up, your baby bump hitting your legs as you crossed them. “I would have woken up for cinnamon rolls.”

“So you’d wake up for cinnamon rolls but not for me when I get home at night?”

You rolled your eyes jokingly, “Well if you brought home cinnamon rolls, it’d be a different story.”

“I’ll keep that in mind next time I’d like a hug from my pregnant wife.”

“You’d think with your genius brain you’d understand that everything comes with a price.”

“Even if it’s just a hug?”

“I am carrying your child.”

He didn’t reply, a sly smile on his face as he nodded and looked away from you.

You take a throw pillow lying on the side of your bed, smacking him with it. “Spencer Walter Reid, what are you insinuating?”

“The fact that it takes a whole cinnamon roll for you to get out of bed to hug me makes me question… things,” he teased, a smug grin wiped across the bottom half of his face.

“If you keep talking like that then you leave me no choice but to withhold kisses and cuddles.”

His back straightened as he shot upwards, “What?” Your little girl stirred in your arms after his yelp.

His lips turned into a pout as he made grabby hands in your direction, pulling you into his chest and mumbling that he’d never let you go.

“I’ll bring you cinnamon rolls every day, I promise. Just for you, my love.”

A warm sensation spread through your chest, your heart pumping the tender feeling throughout your body.

“You better.”

“I will, as long as you don’t withhold kisses or cuddles or… other things.”

You giggled, kissing his cheek and pushing him back into bed.

It was moments like those that made your doubts and insecurities wash away with the tide of the ocean.

But further receding of the water only left promises of an even larger wave.

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After Spencer left that morning with Rory in the backseat of his car, your brain began to ruminate on the possibility of Spencer’s possible infidelity.

You questioned his loyalty but you didn’t want to.

He was too suspicious with his constant sneaking out that had become a habit of his ever since the start of your pregnancy.

Spencer always calmed your insecurities that took over your thoughts, even before he knocked you up a second time. It had gotten worse as your stomach began to grow to accommodate the child inside you. He was always there to assure you that he loved you for you and nothing else.

But how could you believe him when he disappeared for two hours every day before the crack of dawn without a word?

You walked into the bullpen during Spencer’s lunch break, a break you knew he’d be gone for since he had specified that he was going out with Morgan.

All you wanted to do was ask Penelope if something was wrong at work or if he had shown signs of indignation for you or his resignation from being a field agent. You held a warm croissant in your hand, your feet making contact with the carpet of the bullpen.

Every step you took caused your mind and heart to race in parallelity, the palm of your hands beginning to sweat. You knocked on the door and entered the room as she made a muffled affirmative noise.

“Baby Momma Reid! Welcome to my batcave. Have a seat, my esteemed guest.”

You laughed, “Thank you. This is for you.”

She took the paper bag and looked inside before her eyes lit up. Penelope reached her hand in and savored the bite of the buttery pastry.

“So, what do I owe the honor of both your presence and a croissant?”

“I was wondering if we could talk… about Spencer.”

Her eyes flicked up to yours immediately. “What about him?”

“He’s been acting weird. You know, leaving bed at odd hours of the night and lying about his whereabouts occasionally.”

A contemplative look rested on her face, she wiped up the crumbs on her face and leaned back into her chair.

“Look, Y/N. Spencer loves you, he really does. I doubt he’s doing anything-”

You stopped her, closing your eyes to avoid what might be a fracture in your marriage. “I know that he’d never do anything. I just,” you sighed, “I just want to know if I did something to make him upset or leave or something. I don’t know.”

She gave you a pitiful look. “Well, he does keep a safe in a drawer under his desk.”

“A safe? Do you know what’s in it?”

“No. He’s pretty secretive about it.”

“Okay, thank you.” You offered her a smile and pushed open the door before she got a chance to say anything else.

There was a nagging feeling inside of you, hoping that he wasn’t hiding anything that needed to be hidden. It wouldn’t be hard to open it since the two of you had a universal agreement that ran throughout the start of your relationship. Every single code was a specific variation of the first day you met.

You punched it into the little safe you found in a drawer just like Penelope had said, finding that it wouldn’t open even after you entered the pattern of numbers three times over.

Why wasn’t it working?

You continued trying until your fingers refused to be still enough to enter the code on the silicone buttons. It may have been a menial detail to others but it was an important one to you.

There was a whole argument about it in the late stages of your relationship about remembering codes and passwords. He made a big deal about sticking to one so that your brain could remember.

He came up with a series of numbers that only the two of you could remember— the date of the day you first met combined with the address of the coffee shop you bumped into him in.

It was such a trivial little thing to be upset over.

But he hated change… and so did you.

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Somehow, you managed to get into a fender bender right as you left the parking lot— not realizing that there was someone in front of you despite having your eyes glued to the road.

You made your way over to the hospital just to be sure that you, but mostly your baby, were alright. Somewhere in the mix-up, Spencer had been looped into the situation— sending you frantic messages about your health and how you were doing.

He hastily made his way over to the hospital room, completely dazed with a crazed look in his eye. He was bouncing around, asking nurses and other service providers for every single minute detail about your health and the state of your child.

It was adorable to watch him run into the room as a sea of questions were thrown into your ear. He would not stop asking you about how you were feeling or if something felt off.

He held your hand, refusing to let go. Spencer probably even looked more like a patient than you did, his face pale as he worried for you and your baby.

“Spencer, I’m fine.”

“What if something’s wrong, what if something is wrong with the baby?”

“If something were wrong I think I’d feel it. Either way, they’re running tests so we’ll find out soon enough,” you reassured. He gave you a kiss on the forehead, rubbing a hand over your stomach as if he was holding your baby’s hand too.

You shouldn’t have been so distracted by such a minor dilemma. It was so insignificant but your mind refused to let it go no matter how irrational it was.

A knock on the door drew the two of you out of your head, lost in your thoughts.

“Mr. and Mrs. Reid,” she greeted, “Good news is that you and the little one are alright. Bad news is that your baby’s heart rate is a little higher than I’d like.”

You looked between the doctor and Spencer. “Wh- what does that mean?”

“It’s nothing to worry about. Lots of things can cause an increase in heart rate including stress, which is the most likely factor. Try resting and keeping your own heart rate down, that’s your best bet of keeping this situation under control.”

You nodded, pressing your lips into a firm line as you awaited the onslaught of questions that would most definitely be coming from Spencer. You could let him know about your fears or completely disregard your questions— but that had already proven to affect you and your child negatively.

It was so hard for you to confront him about it. It was an illogical speculation without any evidence or factual support and you knew it. But a little part of your brain wouldn’t stop bugging you about it.

Your relationship with Spencer was established on a mutual understanding that the two of you could always share your feelings with the other no matter what.

But you didn’t know what was stopping you.

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He shut the door behind you, sighing and grabbing a cup of water from the cupboard for you.

Spencer sat down beside you on the table and handed you the glass of water, looking you directly in the eye. “Do you mind telling me what’s going on?”

You diverted your gaze from his, afraid that you’d crack under pressure. “Nothing, Spencer. I’m just tired.”

“Tired of what? I- is it me, did I do something?”

You shook your head. “No, of course not.”

“Then what is it,” he grabbed your hands and took them in his, rubbing his thumbs over them tenderly, “J- just tell me and I can fix it. Anything for you.”

Your eyes started to water. “It’s really not a big deal, I- I’m probably just blowing everything out of proportions, Spence.”

“All your feelings are valid, just tell me what’s going on. What’s bothering you?”

You sucked in a breath, trying to prepare yourself for the worst— the worst being he was screwing someone else. “You’ve um, you’ve been leaving a bed a lot lately and I guess that I’m just worried that I’ve done something wrong.”

He wrinkled his eyes, the connection between your worries and his leaving not put together in his mind. It wasn’t until he looked straight at you with rounded eyes and a slightly opened mouth did he link the two.

“Y- you think I’m… cheating on you?”

“I- I don’t know, Spencer. All I know is that you’ve been spending less and less time with me in the morning and telling Rory not to let me know that you’re leaving.” He laughed as your forehead creased while you raised your eyebrows.

“Y/N,” he grinned, “I would never do something like that to you, ever. I love you and I love Rory and I love our little pumpkin. I would never give any of you up for anything.”

You bit your lip. “Then why are you leaving?”

“I um,” his eyes shifted from left to right, “I may have been going on coffee runs early in the morning so you wouldn’t find out.”

Your mouth fell open in complete shock. “You’ve been sneaking out in the morning so you wouldn’t lose our bet?”

You reached for the coffee machine with one hand as you tried your best to pour cereal for Rory with the other.

As you were about to push the button, Spencer smacked your hand away and unplugged the machine from the outlet.

“Spencer! I’m about to leave so I need my coffee now.”

He shook his head. “You know the drill. No coffee.”

“I can have a cup a day,” you pouted, sliding over the bowl of cereal over to Rory who was mindlessly coloring on the dining table.

“Nope. Not on my watch.”

You scoffed, “It’s easy for you to say, you can have coffee any time you want. I have to go 9 months without it.”

“You’re making it out to be harder than it really is,” he teased.

You walked up to him, pressing your body against him. “If you’re so confident that it’s easy, then why don’t you do it with me, hm?”

“You want me to stop drinking coffee with you?”

“Mhm. Is there a problem with that, Doctor?”

He shook his head, partially distracted by the direct eye line his eyes could follow down your shirt. “Nope.”

You stood on the tip of your toes, leaning your head upward to whisper in his ear. “What if you stopped doing other things with me? Would you be able to handle it then?”

“I don’t doubt it. The question is if you can handle it since it seems that you can never seem to keep your hands off of me.”

You shook your head, “I don’t know where you got that from.” You pushed him off of you and walked to plug in the coffee machine. Spencer managed to pull you back with your hands and corner you up against the edge of the countertop.

“I think the fact that I’ve managed to put a child in you twice is enough to show how much you want me.”

You leaned up and nipped his ear, “Last I checked, the process of making a child is a collaborative effort.”

“So you weren’t the one eager to get a call from me while I was on that one case?” he lifted your chin with his knuckle, “Do you want me to remind you of the way you begged for me to tell you what to do? How you pleaded for me to come home so you could derive satisfaction from me in person?”

Your mouth fell open slightly as you felt Spencer’s breath on your neck. The contact he was making with your tender skin sent shivers down your spine, and apparently transported the two of you to another world— completely forgetting that your 4-year-old daughter was in the same room.

You felt a slight tugging at your shirt. “Mommy, can you stop rubbing up against Daddy and fix my cereal. You forgot my bananas.”

You cleared your throat, trying to disperse the overwhelming feeling building up inside you. “Mhm, I can do that right now for you, hun.”

You could hear Spencer laughing behind you, feeling his eyes track you around the kitchen. You placed the bowl onto the table and tried your best to ignore the grinning bastard in the corner.

You tried your best to open the jar of jam from the fridge, grunting like a maniac to twist the lid open.

“You need some help with that?”

You didn’t even attempt to look over at him. “Nope, I got it.”

“Just like you got satisfying yourself without me while I was away on a case?”

You turned back to him, smiling and shoving the jar into his hands so he could open it. “You really need to stop, Spence. I’m still upset with you for not letting me drink coffee.”

“We can make a bet? Whoever breaks first has to change diapers for the first three months every single time.”

You folded your arms. “Are you sure you can handle it?”

“If I can handle you when you’re all needy, then I can handle anything,” he laughed.

“I can’t believe you were trying to hide it from me. It makes me wonder what lengths you’re willing to go to get out of diaper changing,” you giggled.

He grabbed you and pulled you into his arms, carrying you bridal style into your bedroom. “I am a man of my word, scout’s honor.”

“‘Man of my word’ my ass, you slipped out of bed and left to drink coffee before I was even awake. Not to mention having Rory cover your tracks for you.”

He placed you down, gently— rolling over to the other side to cuddle you. “In my defense, I was only drinking coffee because I needed it to stay awake when you had me up all night rubbing your back and ankles.”

“You’re the one with the breeding kink, if you didn’t want to do any of that then you could have reigned in your carnal desires,” you joked.

He wiggled his head into yours, rubbing your stomach with his hands. “But where’s the fun in that?”

“Well, you have to deal with the consequences now. The consequences being foot rubs, back massages, and a crap ton of cinnamon rolls.”

He brought the back of your hand up to his lips, placing a delicate kiss on it. “Anything to gain your favor again, love.”

You leaned your head to the side so you’d have a better look at his face, making eye contact with his hazel eyes. “Wait, what’s in that safe in the bottom drawer of your desk?”

“The safe? H- how did you know about that?”

You pursed your lips and looked away, a glimmer of deviousness in your eye. “I may have asked Penelope for some insider information and snooped around a little.”

He laughed, “It’s some imported coffee beans that I use to make my special cup of coffee since the stuff they have in the breakroom is crap.”

Your eyes widened. “How long have you been drinking coffee in complete secrecy?”

“For a while now, I only lasted three days before I caved,” he confessed.

You slapped his arm jokingly. “You dick.”

He used a finger to poke your cheek that was puffed out through your lighthearted frustration. “You know, If you’re not too angry… I can make it up to you by doing something involving my dick.”

“I don’t think so, you have to pick up our daughter. So, stuff your horny little guy back in your pants and be on your merry little way.”

He pouted. “Little guy? It is by no means little, at least not according to the lewd noises you were making when I was using the ‘little guy’.”

You pushed him off of you, giggles falling from your lips. “Go, before we start the process of making our third baby right now.”

He sat up, flattening down his shirt while looking back at you with his signature ‘well actually’ face. “You know, we can’t really make a third baby, at least not while you’re currently-”

“Spencer,” you got up and physically pushed him out the door, “Go!”

He smiled and kissed you before shutting the door and walking out to the car. Just as he was about to open the car door, he yelled toward the open window that you were looking through.

“YOU KNOW I’M MADLY IN LOVE WITH YOU AND I CANNOT WAIT TO GET STARTED ON OUR THIRD ONE! I’M SURE IT WON’T TAKE LONG BUT WE CAN PROBABLY START PRACTICING ONCE I GET BACK HOME-”

You yell right back at him through the screen. “SPENCER, GO!”

“YOU’RE RIGHT, THE FASTER I GET BACK THE SOONER WE CAN GET START-”

You could feel your face heating up, walking away from the window and hoping that he’d stop relentlessly trying to embarrass you. You could hear him laughing and driving away in the next few moments as your heart fluttered with joy.

There was no reason to worry, there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t give up for you.

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Enemies to Lovers Fic Rec List 🔥

Hey everyone! I want to start by saying thank you so much to everyone who participated - it was so much fun to write alongside you all, and I can’t wait to share everyone’s hard work.

Without further ado, here are all of the entries for the Enemies to Lovers Challenge!

SFW Spencer Fics

Female Reader

Affection by @mercy-burning: Spencer and Reader decidedly hate each other. But when a near-death experience puts one of them in a coma, their mutual hatred might have to take a backseat— Or will it?

Begin Again by @boldlyvoid: Spencer’s best friend at CalTech suddenly stopped talking to him when they were 14… he never thought this was why.

Rationalizations by @specialagentsergio: You’re the psych evaluation for Spencer. You think he’s full of shit, so you refuse to sign his clearance form until he actually tells the truth.

Fear & Regret by @kahootlobbymusic: In the two years Spencer and Reader have worked together they have never liked each other, but during a traumatic experience, true feelings come to light.

Despise by @leahblackk: Reader is new in the BAU, Spencer doesn’t like changes therefore he doesn’t like reader.

All is Fair in Love and War by @radiant-reid: Spencer had spent 29 years of his life without an enemy.

Male Reader

Pretty Boy by me: Spencer thinks you’re just the bully who likes to pull his pigtails.

Maybe Hotch was Right by @broken-stardust: Spencer and Reader don’t get along, but things change when Spencer finds him during a personal moment.

SFW Assorted Fics

That Thin Line by @nerdyfangirl67 (Hotch/GN!Reader) “Those things I said to you���I just wish I could go back and stop myself from ever saying them.”

Begrudging Allies by @ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff: (Hotch/Trans!Man Reader) Aaron and Reader’s marriage is suitable enough, given that Aaron secretly loves men and Reader secretly is a man.

Can't Buy My Love by @i-am-calm-and-its-doctor (Derek/GN!Reader) In which Derek Morgan gets a date, and an empty wallet. Strictly for charity.

NSFW Spencer Fics (18+, Minors DNI)

Female Reader

Truce by me: Spencer doesn’t like his new boss.

Icarus and the Moon by me: Spencer is in love with a criminal… again.

Study Session by me: Spencer really hates his student, but he can’t resist her.

Opposing Counsel by me: Spencer runs into his childhood rival at trial for a case. Now that they’re older, they found a new way to resolve their differences.

The Objective & The Occult by me: Reader is a witch and Spencer is a scientist, can I make it any more obvious?

Myth or Movie by @mercy-burning: Unbeknownst to the two of them, Reader and Spencer’s children have worked up a plan to get them to meet…

Make You Sweat by @wheelsup: Reader and spencer never got along, and that doesn’t have to change just because they hooked up one time.

Still Worth Fighting For by @criminal-minds-reider: Reader and Spencer’s Marriage is hanging on by a thread. But neither of them are willing to let the other go…

Star-Crossed by @andiebeaword: Spencer gets the surprise of his life when his old rival/crush surprises him by kissing him as part of a game.

NSFW Assorted Fics (18+, Minors DNI)

Female Reader

Rowdy Neighbors by @reidgraygubler: (Wes, Fem!Reader) Reader meets her new neighbor, Wes, who she hates.

Lane Courtesy by @imagining-in-the-margins (Franklin, Fem!Reader) Franklin can't stand the new girl at the alley.

Thank you to everyone who participated!

Happy reading!