(ONE OF THOSE) CRAZY GIRLS
˚₊ · »-♡→ prof!spencer reid x "fangirl!"reader
ⓘ this work contains mature subject matter such as … dead dove, sexual content (smut), legal age gap, imbalance of power dynamics, stalking, obsessive/manipulative themes ... the content you consume is under your discretion.
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"i never have any normal fans"
THEY SAY TO NEVER MEET YOUR HEROES, because more often than not, you'll end up disappointed with the reality of your own idealized expectations. though, you've found the age-old proverb couldn't possibly be more inaccurate, because spencer reid was everything you ever could've imagined. more than everything. he was perfect.
FIVE MONTHS AGO, spencer reid had been your saviour, your hero in the truest sense—an angel with warm brown curls and soft eyes who pulled you from depths and held you until your shaking subsided. you still remembered the weight of his arms, the smell of his skin, his voice as he soothed you—the tremor in your heart leveling to normal sinus as you soaked in his words you were safe, everything would be okay. you recalled the way the light you had been depraved of for god knows how long shone from above him like a halo. framing his silhouette and bathing him in gold. ethereal—your saving grace. you haven't stopped thinking of him since. you were an undying, devoted fan. you were certain this was love.
SPENCER REID had so foolishly assumed he'd only see you once, a ghost, a flash in the wind, patterned wings fluttering by him in a cool breeze. a tragedy he'd carry briefly past the threshold of salvation before moving onto the next case, the next victim. now, on one of his many sabbaticals reserved for the pursuit of his other passions, he finds his brain falling right back into the rhythm of a profiler's when his eyes landed on yours for an unexpected second time. now, he saw you in an entirely different light, metamorphosed from a trembling victim to something far darker. spencer realized he'd never be able to escape you. he knew your type, he'd studied profiles of women exactly like you, he knew the patterns of fixation and transference—and he knew if he ignored you, you'd drift onto a new object of affection, you’d find a new obsession. yet every time he tried to pull away, he found himself crawling back. you were an itch he was never supposed to scratch, and he couldn't manage to keep his hands to himself.
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˚₊ · »-♡→ TRACK LIST !
COMING SOON !
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gif by @reidgif !!! very loosly based on s13 spence, but i haven't watched that season in like... a while so do expect many inaccuracies..
anyway !! after recently hitting 1.6k (i love you all so dearly) and with the first anniversary of this account growing closer i’ve decided it was time for my first ever consecutive series… and of course this would not be a true work of spenceloria fiction if it was not disgustingly self indulgent and just a littleee perverted… so behold! fangirl!reader was born! (now i'm sure were all aware by now that the term fan should be used incredibly lightly, but just don't tell her that...)
updates will likely be somewhat scheduled? most likely weekly-ish but don't expect too much from me... of course ask to be added to a taglist!
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