Idc, normalize kink shaming. Cause y'all be using ādonāt kink shameā and āitās fictionā to excuse being into incest, pedophilia, cannibalism, etc. Like, be so fr, you ship a 14 year old with a 30 year, want to get railed by your dad and want to see two brothers f*ck each other. I donāt engage with things fictionally that I donāt like/wouldnāt want to do in real life. Yes, Iām judging you.
this is a 3 and 1 times fic! 3 times you touch spencer's hair, and 1 time he gets to enjoy it.
pairing: spencer reid x bau!reader
genre: fluff
warnings: nothing crazy at all. spencer is soo touch starved in this (sorry not sorry), and pining so hard everyone around him knows. any season of spencer can be imagined for this!
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The first time you touched Spencer Reid's hair was almost a blur.
The case had been a public relations nightmare. The Unsub was leaving complex clues and evading being caught. With JJ speaking to a family, Hotch made Spencer talk to the press.
He had been previously rushing between the local police precinct and the nearest library to research the Unsub's references. Soft autumn breezes blew debris around the streets, and a stray leaf caught in his hair.
"Reid, wait." You caught him before we went back outside to be swarmed by cameras and microphones. With a hand, you smoothly reached and plucked the leaf from his hair. Spencer ducked away before the blush spreading on his face was visible.
Morgan walked by and teased something about him 'staying pretty for the cameras', but all Spencer could think about was you playing with his hair. As touch starved as he was, he would do anything for you to play with his hair.
į°.į āāāāā-
The second time made Spencer have to hide in the bathroom of a bar.
Just like every other time, the team went out for drinks after a hard case. Spencer sat with Emily and Morgan as they told stories, but he wasn't listening. Something about hearing them talk about past partners made the inside of Spencer's water glass look very interesting. That was, until you walked by.
With a drink in hand for Penelope, you walked behind him and ruffled his hair. He leaned his head into the touch, and played it off as him looking up when your hand pulled away. As you strolled back to your table, Spencer hoped it was dark enough that no one would see the pout and rising heat on his face.
He wasn't so lucky, however. Morgan kicked his shoe under the table, and grinned at him in a way that made him feel exposed. Spencer's chair scraped across the floor as he rushed to the bathroom. Cold water didn't do much to stop the tips of his ears from turning a shade of scarlet.
į°.į āāāāā-
The third time, Spencer was sure his brain short-circuited.
As always, he stood later into the night to finish up any paperwork Hotch or Rossi had left behind. You didn't usually stay late, but you also had some case files to finish putting together. You finished before him, and decided to say goodbye before you left.
Spencer looked up from the paperwork when he saw you standing in his peripheral vision. You brushed some of his hair out of his eyes before speaking aboutā well, Spencer didn't know, he focused back on the paperwork immediately, mumbling responses so you wouldn't see the flustered look on his face.
You patted him on the shoulder before slinging your bag over your shoulder. The both of you said your goodbyes, but Spencer didn't look back up until he heard the door close and he was sure you were gone. He sighed loudly, exhaling a breath he didn't know he was holding.
If you kept this up, these fleeting touches he craved so bad, he was sure he would explode.
į°.į āāāāā-
The last time was everything Spencer had dreamed of.
The very next morning, the team had been called to a case a few states away. On the jet, you and Spencer sat together. He stayed way later than he meant to doing paperwork, and he had barely been awake before the wheels of the jet went up. His eyes closed and he fell asleep almost immediately.
Spencer's head lolled onto your shoulder, and you smiled to yourself. The two of you stayed like that, until you brought your other hand into his hair and lightly scratched his scalp.
The second you started toying with his hair, he was awake. Spencer kept his eyes closed and pretended to still be asleep. He soaked up all of the attention you were willing to give him.
Those were, what he thought to be, the best 20 minutes and 34 seconds of his life.
mgg has so a crazy digital footprint for someone who plays a technophobe like i keep finding pics i have never seen before this man posted his whole life online ig
like why are there so many pictures of him shaving
mgg has so a crazy digital footprint for someone who plays a technophobe like i keep finding pics i have never seen before this man posted his whole life online ig
like why are there so many pictures of him shaving
If I was a witness to something and this woman came to get information out of me that unsub would totally be getting away because my brain would have turned to goo
