people apparently find the baby boy part in paper rings cringe and thatās utter nonsense bc heās baby boy and i want to marry him with paper rings thatās right darling
Request: the team finds out that Spencer used to do high fashion modeling when he was younger (like MGG) and theyāre just sooo shocked. Extra points if the modeling is also how he met his hot wife
"This is you," Penelope states loudly, dumping a stack of magazines onto Spencer's desk. They're very old issues of Vogue, GQ, Vanity Fair, and Esquire as well as a couple of other catalogs from Hermes, Balenciaga, Ralph Lauren, Yves Saint Laurent, Comme des GarƧons, and Dolce & Gabbana. "You're in these." She repeats.
Spencer has already memorized each page of every addition in every language. "Yeah?" He wonders what she's gifting these to him for.
"When, where, why, what, how?" She lists her questions.
"They all have dates on them, Garcia." He deadpans.
"Hey, you never told us about this," Emily says, flipping through the magazine and noticing the young version of Spencer photographed in expensive, designer clothes.
Spencer chooses an edition of Ralph Lauren, turning to a specific page number and pointing out the girl standing next to him in a countryside shoot. "Y/n." He says, labeling his wife.
"No way!" Penelope exclaims, picking it up to examine it closer.
"How did you never find this?" JJ asks her, taking the book after her.
"Baby girl, your skills are slipping." Morgan teases, trying to find both of them in the other catalogs.
Spencer shakes his head. "It's not my name. Well, not technically. It's Spencer L/n. I got into it in college, scouted, I guess. And it's how I met Y/n, who let me use her last name for my shoots. Now, she has mine." He explains, getting surprised looks from his colleagues.
"Oh, that's why you two found it hilarious when Morgan told her she could model," Emily recalls Morgan's flirting when they first met her.
sunshine!spence & grump!reader will always be my weak spot
he's my favorite gold retriever boyfriend
even before they're dating, she'd be complaining about getting called in to the bau in the middle of the night and spencer walks in like a little ray of sunshine with coffee for her
Request: screen by twenty one pilots? iām imagining spencer and reader finally put a label on their relationship and reader is surprised how affectionate spencer suddenly is (even in public)
A/N: Just a lil something cute. Gif from my set here.
Couple: Spencer Reid/GN!Reader
Category: Fluff
Content Warning: None!
Word Count: 450
There are many places Spencer Reid wears his heart.
Of course, as expected, one of those places was on the sleeve of his sweater. You suspect thatās why he gave it to you and refused to take it back. If the piece of fabric was meant to be a metaphor for his heart, it only made sense that you would own it wholly.
After all, it wasnāt like he wouldnāt get a chance to hold it still. Not with how often his arm was interlocked with your own, twisted together with fingers entwined. Sometimes, when your hands werenāt available, heād cling to your side like static, trying to find a way to get lost in you without getting in your way.
He always did, of course, but never in a way that was unwelcome.
Another place he wore his heart was on his forehead. Thatās why he would curl up closer, peering up at you from his resting spot against your chest or shoulder and waiting for your lips to press against his skin. You always would, laughing at the way his whole body squirmed from the affection.
In a strange turn of events, he would sometimes wear his heart on his hands, instead. Not in the sense of holding yours, but in the way he would cup your face in an entirely chaste manner. Sometimes he just held you, staring into the windows of your soul like he could read your thoughts, hopes, and dreams just as quickly as heād read the morning newspaper.
He wore his heart in those eyes, too. Because his were not windows; they were mirrors. They reflected every happy memory, every happy imagined future the two of you had dreamed up so far.
Most predictably, Spencer wore his heart in his throat. It wasnāt meant to stay there, though. No, heād share its presence with every word that sang your praise ā which was a lot of them. By the time you meet his friends and family, they would know more about you than youād ever imagined a stranger could.
It probably shouldāve been embarrassing, to see him showing off his heart to so many people. But it wasnāt. It was thrilling and endearing to see his blatant displays of his love for you.
Thatās why you never fought it when his arms wrapped around you in the produce section, the park, the airport, or the bedroom. You never once shied away from his attempts to catch your attention or your lips. You always met his displays with your own enthusiasm, with your sleeves, forehead, hands, eyes, and voice projecting that same, synchronized beating you shared.
Because of all of the places he wore his heart, next to yours would always remain your favorite.
pairing: spencer reid (criminal minds) x f!reader (garciaās friend)
summary: sweet mornings with a sweet boy. 719 words
a/n: hereās an attempt at fluff while i write part 2 ofĀ āi want to love someone and be lovedā :)
When you open your eyes and the first thing you see is a Doctor Spencer Reid conked out, you canāt help but brush a small piece of his hair behind his ear. He doesnāt move.
He looks so peaceful ā no tension between his brows, no frown on his face. Heās having a restful sleep, for once, no nightmares in sight. If there is a God, you thank them. He needs it.
Your hand falls to the back of Spencerās head, fingers twirling his hair. Itās gotten long enough that you can wrap a strand around several times. You keep bugging Spencer to let you give him French braids. He keeps refusing.
Time passes ā you donāt know how long you spend like that, eyes dancing around Spencerās calm face, soft breaths on your lips as youāre so close. You wish every morning was this, full of tranquillity instead of rushed kisses and āIāll text you!ās because heās been called in for a case suddenly.
He shuffles, a small groan coming from his throat, and Spencerās awake. Just like you, he feels blessed to wake up to such a sight.
āHi.ā He rasps.
You smile giddily, āHi.ā
Spencerās arms move to wrap around you and he tugs you close, close enough that you could tuck your head into his neck if you wanted, but you donāt. You want to look at him, take him all in, because heās a vision youāll never get bored of. Kind of like the night sky.
āThank you.ā You say suddenly.
He looks at you in confusion, āYouāre welcome?ā
You laugh at the odd look he gives you. You explain, āNo, hear me out. Since before we started dating youāve been so patient and understanding. Remember when you first asked me out? I told you your line of work doesnāt lend itself to love, and you told me you were willing to try if I was. And I was scared, and thought weād try and youād give up and weād have to deal with that awkward aftermath, but youāve proven every day since that love isnāt so difficult and isnāt as unattainable as I originally thought. Iāve never been happier to be proven wrong.ā
Spencerās got this look in his eye. You wish you knew what was going on his head, but the one thing you can tell is that he appreciates what youāre saying. Heās got a meek smile on his face, eyes gleaming as the sunlight streams in. His thumb glides back and forth on your back, grip tightening a little.
Youāre not done.
āYour job is so tough, Spence, so much more than I could ever understand and I try to be there for you because youāve always been there for me and Iām sure it isnāt enough but.. Iād do anything for you, and you know that, right? I love and care for you so much. Thank you for showing me the world isnāt full of cruel people.ā
You let out a breath when youāre done, like you just finished a full sprint, and smile at Spencerās awed expression. He still hasnāt said anything some minutes later.
āA lot to unload on you five minutes after you woke up, huh?ā You joke. You glance at his lips.
He giggles, pulling you so youāre completely flush against him. He rubs his nose against yours, again and again, his grin so wide all you can see is perfect teeth.
He pecks your lips, still smiling.
āYou deserve nothing less,ā He starts, voice less rough than when he first woke up, āAnd as long as Iām able to, Iām gonna do everything in my power to do that. Every day for the rest of our lives.ā
Thereās nothing but love and warmth in the very minuscule space between you.
Itās there and then Spencer decides heās going to marry you. Heāll text Garcia when youāre distracted, make her swear on her life to not let this spill, and invite her to help him choose a ring. Maybe Derek can tag along if he promises to behave.
Garcia wakes up, across town, with an extraordinary amount of happiness in her body. She can tell something is happening ā her love senses are tingling. When Spencer texts her some hours later, she breaks her favourite mug in excitement.
Summary: Spencer makes changes for the better as he starts to see himself as a husband and father first
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Warnings: none
Word Count:Ā 725
A/N: This is a part of the On Being Mrs. Reid Collection - I like to think of it as a follow up to I Love You This MuchĀ
Hotch hid his smile behind a case file when he caught Spencer making silly faces at his phone on the jet ride home. He worried about Spencer, all too familiar with the toll this job took on families. It wasnāt fair. When Hotch saw Spencer at his desk late at night his heart broke. Go home, he wanted to say. The paperwork can wait. It can all wait.
But he understood that Spencer wanted to keep his work separate from his family, not daring to bring even one file home to finish. He also recognized the look in his eyes after each unsub they caught. The look that said The world is a little safer now, safer for my wife, my daughter, the people I love.
But what was the use of making the world safer - of making it better - if you didnāt live in it? Jetting across the country, profiling unsub after unsub - that wasnāt a life.Ā
Summary: Based on these requests, thank you anons !
a blurb or fic about reader and spencer reidās wedding day? just lots of fluff and happiness
can you do one based on āwe belong togetherā by ritchie valens
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Fluff)
Content Warning: tiny mention of sex
Word Count: 4.0k
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There werenāt many days in Spencerās life where heād been unable to stop smiling.
There had been occasions, like when he got his first Ph.D., when he moved into his first apartment in DC, and when Y/n first kissed him. After the latter, he grinned like an idiot for days, being teased by Morgan ruthlessly the whole time.
There was one day of his life that he was most excited about. All the nervousness heād felt before each step in their relationship didnāt add to how terrified heād been to ask her to marry him. After that, there wouldnāt be room for a single doubt in his mind.
It was the final step.
So, heād planned the perfect day, taking her to all their favorite spots in the city before finally popping the question. It was kind of predictable, but she was still surprised. More than anything, it was cheesy. The type of sweet romance that only existed in movies or books before Spencer. With the princess-cut diamond set in gold on her finger, she knew it would only ever be Spencer who could melt her heart.
PAIR: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader
SUMMARY: Three times Spencer needed sleep.
CATEGORY: fluff
CONTENT: tired + clingy spencer
WORD COUNT: 1.6k
NOTES: no timeline, structure, or plot to this at all, just a few combined blurbs about sleepy spencer bc i love him and i want to take care of him. enjoy <3
I
Lounging on the couch and reading all afternoon was your preferred way of spending your days off, accompanied by a warm drink at your side and cocooned in a fuzzy blanket. The apartment was peaceful, the only sounds occupying the space being a clock faintly ticking in the other room and the sound of distant traffic from the streets below.
The novel you were reading couldnāt possibly get any closer to your face as the plot thickened and all you wanted to do was jump in the book and witness the events firsthand. You got so absorbed in every word that you didnāt even register the patter of footsteps approaching.
As the heroine was about to make the decision that would change the course of her life, your blanket was lifted off to expose you to the cold air.
āHey! Whaā oof,ā your surprise was cut off by Spencer lying face down, practically on top of you, nestling himself between your legs and pulling the blanket back over you both.
It was a welcome weight, as he always was. You wrapped your arms around him, book still in one hand, while the other instinctively tangled itself through his unruly hair. Spencer situated himself, his breath blowing gently onto your neck and his arms briefly tickling your sides, which caused you to giggle.
āWell, hello,ā you greeted, āFunny seeing you here.ā
āHi,ā he replied. You could feel him smile where he was nuzzled against your skin. āDo you mind if I nap here?ā
āI feel like that decisionās already been made for me,ā you laughed, ābut of course you can.ā You kissed the top of his head.
āCan you blame me?ā Spencer said, āSleep with you is the best Iāve gotten in years. You can consider me a changed man, Iāll never be the same again.ā
The way his tone peaked at the joy he got from being around you made your heart beat twice as fast.
āFair enough,ā you conceded, āDid you end up getting your work done?ā
You knew he had a load of paperwork to get through that had him practically glued to his desk chair all morning.
āMost of it,ā he sighed, āIāll finish the rest later.ā
Spencer lifted his head and planted a kiss on your lips.
āThatās good, but now itās naptime,ā you joked, āGet some sleep, you deserve it, babe.ā
Spencerās glorious laugh vibrated through his chest pressed against yours and he didnāt waste a second to settle his head against your collarbone and close his eyes.
You lifted your book once again and attempted to continue reading, but eventually got distracted by the man laying on your chest.
Soft sighs escaped his slightly parted lips as your nails stimulated his scalp and undoubtedly relieved tension from his busy mind. You felt his breathing slow against you as he fell into his slumber and decided that you would have to find out what happened in your book at a later time. You set the novel down to the side as best as you could without disturbing Spencerās peace.
You fully sunk into the couch and wrapped your arms around your lover, embracing the comfort that his scent brought youāhis shampoo, mixed with the warmth of his natural musk.
You closed your eyes and drifted asleep, feeling nothing but content.
ā
II
The aroma of fresh vegetables drifted upwards as you chopped them into pieces. Music played softly from where your phone sat on the counter, providing background noise while you prepped for dinner.
You heard the front door open and shut, as well as the distinct sound of Spencer kicking off his shoes and setting his bag down. Shortly after, he sauntered into the kitchen, his smile forming at the mere sight of you.
āHey,ā you greeted him. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.
āHi,ā he muffled into your neck and pecked the skin there a few times before hooking his chin over your shoulder. āWhatās for dinner?ā
āChow mein,ā you replied, āIs that alright?ā
He hummed, mhmm, and began to sway the both of you to the beat of the music as you chopped.
āSpence, I love you, but Iām afraid Iām gonna lose a finger if we keep doing this,ā you laughed together.
āIs there anything I can do to help?ā
āNot really. Just keep lookinā cute. Shouldnāt be too hard for you,ā you teased.
Spencer pulled away and left for a moment before coming back with one of your dining chairs. He set it near the end of the counter and sat criss-crossed, facing you.
āAre you just gonna sit there and watch me cook?ā you asked, amused.
āYeah!ā he eagerly nodded, simply excited to be in your presence.
āIf you insist,ā you shrugged, secretly loving his attention.
The two of you talked about your days, as well as any other topics that diverted the conversation into several smaller ones.
There was suddenly a bout of silence and you looked over to see Spencer soundly sleeping with his head laid on the counter. You couldnāt help but admire the man you loved for a moment and feel sympathetic for how exhausted he always was.
āSpenceā¦ Spenceā¦ā You attempted to gently shake him awake. āDinner wonāt be done for a while, why donāt you move to the couch, hm?ā You brushed away the hair that had fallen into his eyes.
āNo, Iām good here,ā he mumbled, āJust wake me up when youāre done.ā
You shook your head, knowing that there was no use fighting with him, with how stubborn he could be.
As you continued to cook, you glanced over occasionally to make sure that he was still alright, watching his breathing patterns and his position shift once in a while. Though he looked a bit ridiculous sleeping at the kitchen counter, you werenāt able to resist the swell of adoration that emerged at the display of his desire to be around you so badly.
Nobody ever made you feel more wanted or loved than Spencer Reid had.
ā
III
The brightness of your laptop stung a bit as you continued to type out a draft for work. The clock in the corner of the screen blinked, indicating that it was just past one in the morning, but you were convinced you could get it finished if you worked for just a little longer.
The sound of a key pushing into the lock of your apartment startled you, but any nerves dissipated when the door swung open and Spencer walked in, stumbling over his bags a bit and shutting it behind him. He set his stuff on the floor and rubbed his eyes. A yawn forced its way out of him.
āHey? What are you doing home? I thought you guys werenāt flying back until tomorrow morning?ā you questioned, growing concerned at the looks of him stumbling around the apartment like the living dead.
āWe, uhā We had to leave tonight, something aboutā¦ the hotel and budgeting, weāā āyawnā āWe had to leave tonight.ā
You closed your laptop and went over to put your arms around him for support. He was swaying quite a lot and it seemed like he was going to pass out at any moment.
āDid you get any sleep on the plane?ā
āNo, too much turbulenceā¦ The adrenaline kept me up, but it wore off once I was making my way upstairs. The effects of adrenaline on the body only, uhā only last until about an hour after any immediate danger is no longer present, so Iām suddenly veryā¦ exhausted.ā Spencerās words trailed off at the tail end of his sentence, his voice becoming faint and his eyelids practically drooping.
āOkay, alright, letās get you to bed,ā you attempted to sooth him.
Spencer called you yesterday while they were still on a particularly tough case in Colorado and described how restless he had been the night before. You didnāt want to begin to guess how many hours of sleep he was running on all day, if any at all.
You trudged along with Spencer to the bedroom where you sat him on the bed and he promptly collapsed onto his side. You stifled a laugh at the sight, which was akin to the few times you had to take care of him when he drank a little too much.
As funny as it was, your heart stung at how visibly overworked he was. With a mind like his, you supposed there was no such thing as rest.
Letting out a preparatory sigh, you began to peel off the numerous layers that Spencer was wearing, starting with his cardigan. Next went his sweater vest, then his tie. With every article of clothing lost, he nuzzled his face right back into the pillow as if he was trying to bury himself in sleep. You managed to get him dressed in his favorite sweater and pajamas, not without any struggle at all, but you accomplished it eventually.
āSpence, youāre gonna need to get under the covers yourself, babe. Love isnāt enough for me to be able to lift you up,ā you teased and softly nudged him awake. His eyes reluctantly opened.
āHm? ā¦ Oh.ā He looked down to see himself changed and moved to properly lay in bed, holding one end of the blanket open for you.
You took your rightful spot next to him and wrapped him up, sliding your hand underneath his sweater to drag your fingertips along his back the way you knew he loved.
āThank you... I love you,ā you heard him mumble before he let out a satisfied sigh at the feeling of being back in your arms. You planted a kiss on his chest.
āI love you too, darling. Time to sleep.ā
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i was gonna add a fourth scenario, but i got burnt out on this and knowing when to stop is self care <3
This is what I imagine college-era Spencer looked like, if Penelope tracked down old photos online of him having fun (au where Spencerās life didnāt always suck)
spencer: it's kind of hard buying a gift for your partner when they already got everything they could've ever wanted when they married you. so, not sure yet.
āif i loved you less, i might be able to talk about it moreā for spencer please?
iām not sure if this counts as a dialogue prompt bc itās a book quote so feel free to ignore it !! but i know you love austen so thought itād be cute (if itās too much pressure bc you love the books, no worries !!)
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Spencer Reid never thought he'd have something like this. The years of loneliness piled onto his pre-existent trauma made him feel as though there was never enough good about him to make up for the bad.
But then he'd met you. Beautiful, wonderful, and oh-so-very-kind you. Falling in love with you had been stupidly simple. Cliche, even. From the moment he'd met you, your kindness had enveloped him in an almost caress-like warmth, filling in the cracks in his heart and soul from the inside out.
You'd nodded sweetly in understanding when he'd admitted he didn't want to shake your hand the day you'd joined the team. You'd asked him to explain geographical profiling to the most minute of details when you'd realized he needed a breather from the complexity of your first case. You'd played chess with him on the jet, smiling as he explained the game and losing to him every single time with the biggest grin on your face. You'd noticed his insecurity, of course, it was difficult not to notice, but you were one of the first new people in Spencer's life to do something about it. There was an awkward tilt of your head in his periphery as he made a self-deprecating comment, someone taking him up on his offers of oddball festivals and niche film festivals. Someone who took the time to call him and check on him after cases. Someone who made sure he was eating and drinking water in between sugary sweet coffees.
Someone for whom his feelings only grew stronger and yet more tender as they progressed. And someone who - thankfully - felt the same way about him. Then it wasn't a cliche anymore - it was a joyous reality.
And now it's just the two of you. The two of you living together in his apartment. The two of you sprawled out on his sofa. His head is in your lap and you're gently combing through his hair with your fingers, reading a book out loud. He'd been doing the same for you until about an hour ago, but then you'd insisted on switching when he'd yawned. You encouraged him to sleep, and when he'd pouted playfully about missing out on the chapter (even though he definitely already knows the entire book from memory), you'd rolled your eyes, but sweetly agreed to "catch him up" at another time.
Happier than he's ever been, he's sure, he's almost lulled to sleep - almost - when he hears you reach his favorite part:
ā'My dearest Emma,' said he, 'for dearest you will always be, whatever the event of this hourās conversation, my dearest, most beloved Emmaā ātell me at once. Say āNo,ā if it is to be said.'āShe could really say nothing.ā ā'You are silent,' he cried, with great animation; 'absolutely silent! at present I ask no more,'" you read in your quiet, soothing timbre. "Emma was almost ready to sink under the agitation of this moment. The dread of being awakened from the happiest dream, was perhaps the most prominent feeling.
'I cannot make speeches, Emma,' he soon resumed; and in a tone of such sincere, decided, intelligible tenderness as was tolerably convincing-"
āIf I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more," Spencer whispers with you. You stop abruptly, smiling down at him with such adoration that he's sure his heart, his brain stops for just a moment, just to let him live in the moment a little longer. You lean down, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, cupping his jaw and running your thumb over his nose and cheekbones.
You clear your throat a bit, sitting back up and pulling the book back into your eye line, "And so we go on."
So we do, Spencer thinks as he begins to fall asleep, forevermore.
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Thank you for the request - I hope you like it! xx
Based on this request:Ā Congratulations on your milestone! Could you write a blurb with a touch starved Spencer? I just know heād act so adorable and cute
Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAUfem! Reader
Category: Fluff
TW: mentions of a difficult, but typical CM case, implied sexual thoughts
Literally got this request, stared at it for twenty minutes with no clue what to do with it, and then, yesterday morning, I was drinking coffee in my kitchen and I came up with this. Italics are memories of the previous evening, by the way. Also, Iām so sorry this is so long, butā¦I kind of got carried away? Anyway, I hope you like it and thank you for the request! xxĀ
PS - I have a brand new, full length Hotch fic coming out very soon (itāll be called Into the Light), but the rest of my Belated 2.5k Followers Bash is fulfilling Reid requests (I think I have 3 or 4 more). Iād be happy to take more requests for that if anyone is still interested and for those interested in the Hotch fic, itāll be out sometime at the end of this week!Ā
Of the many things Y/N imagined about Doctor Spencer Reid, waking up in his arms was the tamest among them. Not to say it isnāt every bit as pleasant and wonderful and perfect as sheād always hoped it would be, because it is. For the briefest of moments when she wakes up in his embrace, the reality of the day is still far away and she can just enjoy him.
His smellā¦sandalwood and coffee and something reminiscent of books.
His warmthā¦all encompassing, but not uncomfortable, like the sun in the desert.Ā
His feelā¦soft, but firm. His arms wrap around her, holding her tightly in place against him. His gentle fingertips just graze the small, exposed bit of skin at the edge of her pajama shirt. And his chest presses tenderly into her back as he breathes evenly in his sleep. Every sweet and adoring caress and nestle into her is only further evidence of how incredibly comfortable Spencer is.Ā Itās a slight nuzzling against her neck that wakes her up, actually. And after the moment of enjoyment, reality begins to set in, including the memory of how she got here.Ā
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