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Pretty Boy||Spencer Reid X Reader
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    Parts 2
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    Time 11m
Ongoing, First published Dec 21, 2020
In an attempt to get Reid out of the house,  Morgan suggests going to a bar.  Reid agrees after being nagged by the whole team.  The night seemed to be a bust on Reid's end, that was until he met Y/N.  They immediately hit it off. By the end of the night, Y/N was slightly buzzed. While Reid was sober; he offered to drive her home.  The night ended wholesomely, with a kiss on the cheek and a promise to go out again.
Y/N called him the next morning to thank him again, only leading to more picking on by the team.  Their relationship became calls followed by canceled plans thanks to Reid's work.  That was until a case came up involving Y/N.
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❛He inhaled deeply and looked at her, and Vivienne's head tilted as she traced the line of his jaw with her eyes, or the pouty swell of his pink lips as his tongue darted across and left a trail of moisture in its wake. Just as she was studying him, he was memorizing every feature on her face - her beauty mark, which he was sure she had more of, and the fullness of her lips always tinted with mauve. But it was her eyes that he always circled back to. Sleek, almost cat-like, but doe at the same time. When she laughed, it shone in her eyes and left him breathless, but when she thought no one was looking at her, they would seem so empty, and even then, he found her beautiful. She was a puzzle, and Spencer Reid loved puzzles.❜ ― WHERE Spencer Reid's ever-stagnant, helpless flow of life had only ever been made bearable by the distraction of sick minds and the never-ending analyses of linguistics, the introduction of Vivienne LaForteza came quietly, like the barely-felt slither of a boa coiling around a sleeping gazelle before its bones were crushed within the reptile's grip. He was a genius. He spotted signs and recognized patterns miles before anyone else could get a glimpse, so he knew there was more to her than meets the eye - and he would gladly smile even as blood filled his mouth, so long as she wrapped herself around him. ( 𝙩𝙬: 𝙢*𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙨*𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙨*𝙖𝙪𝙡𝙩, 𝙙𝙧*𝙜 𝙪𝙨𝙚, 𝙩*𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚, 𝙩𝙧*𝙪𝙢𝙖, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 ) ©-moncher
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❛He inhaled deeply and looked at her, and Vivienne's head tilted as she traced the line of his jaw with her eyes, or the pouty swell of his pink lips as his tongue darted across and left a trail of moisture in its wake. Just as she was studying him, he was memorizing every feature on her face - her beauty mark, which he was sure she had more of, and the fullness of her lips always tinted with mauve. But it was her eyes that he always circled back to. Sleek, almost cat-like, but doe at the same time. When she laughed, it shone in her eyes and left him breathless, but when she thought no one was looking at her, they would seem so empty, and even then, he found her beautiful. She was a puzzle, and Spencer Reid loved puzzles.❜ ― WHERE Spencer Reid's ever-stagnant, helpless flow of life had only ever been made bearable by the distraction of sick minds and the never-ending analyses of linguistics, the introduction of Vivienne LaForteza came quietly, like the barely-felt slither of a boa coiling around a sleeping gazelle before its bones were crushed within the reptile's grip. He was a genius. He spotted signs and recognized patterns miles before anyone else could get a glimpse, so he knew there was more to her than meets the eye - and he would gladly smile even as blood filled his mouth, so long as she wrapped herself around him. ( 𝙩𝙬: 𝙢*𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙨*𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙨*𝙖𝙪𝙡𝙩, 𝙙𝙧*𝙜 𝙪𝙨𝙚, 𝙩*𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚, 𝙩𝙧*𝙪𝙢𝙖, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 ) ©-moncher