Riley Ann

Lesley Smith-Juniment and Summer, Hot Air (2016) 

i really don’t know how to answer this in a nice way.

i posted something literally an hour ago

and i posted a fic a week ago, and two more the two weeks prior to that

even assuming you only care about h2m and literally nothing else in my 500k+ words i’ve provided to you for free, my last update for h2m was only a month ago

i’ve said multiple times that me and my betas are busy. i literally have 10 fics in editing right now. do you realize how much work that is? most people i know post less than one fic a month, and those fics are significantly shorter than mine.

“watch my pubes”

So first, after spending all of the (in universe) day alternating between being extremely abrasive and uncharacteristically quiet, Reid essentially runs to hide in that bathroom. The first thing he does is check that the stalls are empty. He’s got one hand clutching his bag (which has his drugs, but also is just something to hold. I’ve gotten indents in my hands from holding my bag straps too tightly during periods of high anxiety). The camera then shifts to his point of view, and shows that he’s not just checking to see that no one is in there– he’s checking to see that no one could possibly be in there. And then he locks the door behind him. 

Getting high in a police station’s bathroom is definitely something you would want to check the coast is clear for, but the way this scene is shot makes it frantic. The fact that he so closely examines the stalls to make sure they’re empty, and only after he’s done that locking the door behind him so that he doesn’t end up locking himself inside with someone, is very telling. Reid would certainly be able to rattle off statistics about people being attacked in bathrooms. Adding to that, he’s been having flashbacks all day, and it’s only when he knows he is completely alone and no one can get in that he feels completely safe. 

I get the sentiment of this post, I really do, I’ve suffered from anxiety for a long time, but these posts tend to rub me very wrong . What Spencer is experiencing here is not an anxiety attack in the ordinary sense of the word, or even something I would want to compare to it. He is experiencing an extreme manifestation of PTSD and psychological withdrawal.

Spencer has two disorders in this scene that both combine to make one of the most powerful forms of hypervigilance - PTSD and Opioid Withdrawal. The latter explains literally everything in this scene. He’s wearing the cardigan to hide his track marks, and his mood swings, aggression, hypervigilance, poor motor control, trembling, and paranoia are all from withdrawal. It’s common for those things, in some form, to manifest with GAD, but to find them to this degree without a comorbidity would be rare.

(This is a bit of a rant so I’m dropping a read more - but please read this) 

Matthew Gray Gubler in quarantine (via Make-A-Wish)

Request: a fluffy imagine where he asks (they can be just coworkers) reader to tie his tie but she donno how and he teaches her and stuff - @craz-ydiva A/N: This was so cute! I hope this little ficlet satisfies your craving for fluff 🥰 This was a multiple request so if you are a smaller writer who also received this, please let me know and I will link your story here! Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Fluff! Content Warning: None! Word Count: 1.7K

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I was late. I was late to an event honoring David Rossi, and he was definitely going to be pissed. I didn’t have a good excuse for being late, either— at least, not one I could tell him. The truth was that I was late because I had redone my hair and make-up three times each while getting ready. Why did I do something so asinine for a work event, you ask?

Well…

Request: I’d love to read your take on Spencer being introduced to BDSM. Maybe the team has a case and they investigate a club. One of the submissive/dominatrix is interested in him and teaches him the ropes (pun intended).

A/N: My favorite Anon! I have finally finished part one of your fic! I desperately hope that you enjoy it so far, because you deserve it. I think about you all the time and I hope things are going well for you. As for everyone else – this is just the background leading up to their relationship. It’s basically all smut from this point on, so buckle in! I take requests for this kink anthology, but reminder that I don’t do anal play for personal reasons. Enjoy! Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Smut (NSFW) Content Warning: Exhibitionism, Public Sex, BDSM, roughhousing, heavy petting Word Count: 9,750

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It was a calm Friday night in Washington, D.C. and the air smelled of cherry blossoms, dogwoods, and adventure. Just inside the five star hotel suite was a collection of oversized coats not fit for the weather. They weren’t meant to keep us warm; they were meant to keep us safe from prying, judgmental eyes.

Past those coats, though, that’s where the real fun was to be had. Sadly, it wouldn’t be had by me that night. Or at least, I thought it wouldn’t.

My nail tapped absentmindedly against the wine glass in my hand, which attracted the attention of the man beside me more than anything else. It certainly didn’t do anything for my nerves. Still, it was obvious that of the two of us, I was more comfortable in our current situation. I couldn’t blame him; it must have been strange to be there while on the clock.

“You know, this wouldn’t have been nearly as uncomfortable for you if the serial killer had decided to start killing people before our monthly munch.” I said quietly, hoping that it was the kind of innocuous joke that might appeal to an FBI agent currently stuck inside a BDSM event. But to say it did not land would be a dramatic understatement.

Request(s):

(*SEE A/N) When Spencer was with Lila she got pregnant but never told him and had a daughter. She never knew who her father was. 18 years later, reader decides to find her father.

I know you aren’t continuing BBW, but if you do: Reader got pregnant, and somehow later they see each other and this little boy with brown curls runs to her and starts spitting facts.

A/N: Okay so, I heavily edited these requests. I honestly would have put them on the back burner (probably forever) if I hadn’t. That being said, I hope you still enjoy them! The first half is Spencer!POV,  the daughter is my friend @hyper-fxation​ ’s OC Aries, and Reader is her mother! Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Fluff/Angst Content Warning: Word Count: 4.7K

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Theoretically, my job should have prepared me for almost any stressful situation. Over 10 years of working for the FBI, I’d experienced some of the most distressing, painful, mind-numbing situations that a person could even begin to comprehend. I’d been beaten, drugged, and tortured to the point of literal cardiac arrest, but nothing could have prepared me for what happened the morning that a little girl knocked on the glass doors of the Behavioral Analysis Unit.

For all intents and purposes, it was a completely normal day. On some level I had heard there would be a group of middle schoolers from local schools coming to visit the headquarters, but I’d also been told that they wouldn’t be making their way through our offices. I distinctly remembered that because I would have come prepared, considering the last time I’d seriously interacted with children that age was when I was seven, and they’d had a tendency to shove me in lockers back then.

But when I heard the soft rap of tiny hands against the glass, I turned to find a a young girl staring straight through the room, her eyes landing on me with a curious tilt of her head. I turned to look behind me, sure that there must be a reason she looked straight at me instead of any of the other people wandering in the bullpen.

There was no one behind me, but luckily, there was someone closer to the door. JJ must have spotted the girl before she even knocked, because she swiftly made her way to the door. But as soon as the hinges swung open, the girl took a step forward under her arm.