shortly after starting at the BAU you catch spencer's eye. you quickly become friends since spencer is really interested in you. your relationship grows quickly. both of you falling for each other, but not being able to say it. until something bad happens.

Spencer Reid is our resident good boy, but what'll happen when he meets the new girl across the hall?? Spencer Reid x female OC -------------------------- WARNING: this book does contain smut, just in case that makes you uncomfortable:)

"Hm," Rossi says. "You two must've been good friends." "Best friends," you say, grinning at Spencer. "Yeah," Spencer replies. "Best friends." ✧-It's been nine years since you've seen or spoken to Spencer Reid. The last place you expected to see him is at the first day of your new job with the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit. Will the past stay the past? Or will old memories resurface between the two of you?-✧ [based on season 5 Spencer Reid]

you and spencer have known each other since your were both genius' in high school together. you loved each other's smarts and personality. you start dating when he was 18 and you were 16. he's now 30 and you're now 28. you're both in the FBI, but not in the same department; constantly worrying about each other because of your dangerous jobs. your teams not knowing that you've been together for so long. but that all changes when hotch and rossi are impressed by your fbi training, abilities, specialties, and experience and want to bring you into the BAU. SEQUEL IS OUT NOW

✧ -"Closing your eyes, you think of the man who's holding you; what he's been through...you and Spencer Reid are two broken people just trying to put yourselves back together again. Somehow, you are his glue, and he is yours."-✧

Y/N has always known Emily, growing up together and bonding over shared trauma. Even going as far as going undercover for Interpol. After the 9 grueling years, she had given up on love, it would always lead to heartbreak even if it's a good guy. That was up until Spencer Reid came into her life. I promise the story is better than the description Based on seasons 9-11 hair, the only spoilers are for the season 9 finale and previous trauma. Trigger Warnings - physical abuse, mental abuse, torture, miscarriages, overdose, and mentions of drug use If you don't like pregnancy plots or children in fics, back away now any comments about including children will be deleted immediately.

*This is not a Y/N story, I've seen plenty of confusion but the main character is my own OC that I've created for this story* Maxine Carter was known for a few things. She had been a child prodigy and also that she was the sole survivor of the "Counted" cult after it burned to the ground. Now 15 years later she was coming for her destiny. She had been raised as Aaron Hotchner's daughter after being placed in protective custody with him. She had grown up around the BAU and it came as no shock when she decided to join the FBI. Now, as a brand new agent fresh out of the academy will Max have what it takes? Or will something or someone distract her? *** (Takes places around seasons 7-12, some details I'm changing for my story's sake are that Emily stays, Maeve happened 4 years prior instead of in the future, and Beth stays in the picture much more.) ***

✧-"Spence, what do I do now that everything I've ever known is a lie? How do I pick up the fucking pieces when I don't even know where they go anymore?"-✧ [ spencer reid x reader ] Sequel to "Losing Control"

Spencer wraps the blanket tighter around us causing me to melt into him further. He sweeps my wet hair over my shoulder while I stare out towards the golden sunset. He plants a kiss on my temple before nuzzling his face into my neck. "Thank you," He whispers. I run my fingers through his soft curls, "For what?" "For showing me life doesn't always have to be so serious," He sighs. "I don't know what I did before you," He mutters, almost like it wasn't for me to hear.

"How many existentialists does it take to screw a lightbulb?" Spencer asked with a small laugh. Once again the room was silent. You faintly heard Agent Rossi mutter, "Don't." "2. One to change the light bulb and one to observe how it symbolizes an incandescent beacon of subjectivity in a netherworld of cosmic nothingness," he said. The room was silent still, until you laughed. His eyes looked up at yours in confusion. "Wouldn't they sit in the dark and hope that the bulb decided to light again? An existentialist would never change the bulb. He would allow the darkness to exist," you questioned. - #1 #spencerreid #1 #mgg #1 emilyprentiss