Okay hear me out enchanted by taylor swift with a rossi!daughter reader x spencer. They meet at an fbi banquet and really hit it off and are talking the whole night and reader won’t shut up about spencer to rossi so he finally gives spencer her number at work becuase “she won’t shut up about you” and the team starts laughing and teasing spencer but he finally asks her out and they go on a date 😁
cw: spencer gets nervous in a crowd and theres one of those ‘if you hurt her...’ talks, it’s pretty much just fluff tho :)
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Spencer sees her for the first time during the annual FBI award ceremony. It’s a Saturday night and he’d really rather be at home curled up on the couch with his new copy of Fahrenheit 451, but alas - he wormed his way out of coming last year and his teammates weren’t about to let him get away with it a second time.
It’s only been about thirty minutes and he’s already exhausted - the crowd of people is only getting larger and the hum of conversation along with it. His blazer is too loose around the shoulders and his slacks are too short around the ankles - he’s wearing a soft cardigan underneath and despite how much he loves it, it still feels like everyone else is so much better dressed that he is. Hotch and Emily are the only other members of his team who have arrived thus far, and they’re both too preoccupied with playing nice with the higher-ups to notice Spencer standing alone in the corner.
He awkwardly stands there and fiddles with his shirt cuffs for a while, growing increasingly anxious as more and more time passes without another familiar face appearing in the crowd. That’s what I get for letting Garcia talk me into this, he thinks to himself, Half-an-hour since the banquet started and she’s still not here yet!
His mouth starts to feel dry as he stands alone and rocks on his heels so he makes the decision to venture out into the crowd in search of a glass of water, taking a deep breath to steady himself before he goes. The catering tables are easy enough to find, and there’s a big jug of ice water with a spout at the bottom and lemon slices floating on the top. Spencer’s hands are shaking a little as he reaches for one of the clear plastic cups, holding it under the spout and watching the water line slowly creep up and up and up. He gulps the whole cup down right there then goes to fill it a second time, flinching when some of the cold water splashes onto his hands and -
“Thirsty much?” someone says from behind him.
Spencer jolts upright at the sound, just narrowly avoiding spilling the entire cup of water all over himself as he spins around and sputters, “W-I, uhhh...I-I just, well, you know -”
“Relax, Bow tie,” the person - a woman - says, “I’m just messin’ with ya.”
“Bow tie?” Spencer replies, tilting his head to the side and furrowing his brow as he tries to figure out what she could possibly be referring to.
She just giggles and bites back a grin, gesturing toward his neck and she says, “Yeah. You know, because…”
He squints at her and brings a hand up to his neck on instinct, feeling around his collar until his fingers brush up against the silky fabric of his tie, tracing around the knot until -
“Oh!” he exclaims, letting out a nervous chuckle, “I...forgot I was wearing this…”
She takes a step closer and brings a hand up to meet his, thumbing over his palm as he blushes at the close proximity. “Don’t worry,” she whispers, “I think it’s cute.”
And then she steps back for a moment and he has a chance to really look at her, to take in the soft part of her hair and the way her silvery dress glimmers when it catches the light. His jaw drops a little as he lets his eyes glide over her, too awestruck to remember that she can definitely see him doing it. She giggles and twirls around in a circle, letting the fabric of her long dress fan out around her and smiling as he watches it settle in a daze.
She leans in again and grins at his shaky exhale, letting her voice drop low as she says, “Like what you see, Bow tie?”
Spencer eyes widen as he starts to process her words, his blush deepening with flustered embarrassment as he stutters, “I-I…”
“What’s your name?” she inquires, her breath ghosting across his cheek as he turns to face her.
“Spencer,” he replies without a second thought, too enamored with her perfume to think about anything else.
And then she’s the one jolting upright, her eyebrows creeping up towards her hairline as she says, “Spencer...like Spencer Reid? You’re Dr. Spencer Reid of the BAU?”
“Yeah, that’s me,” he replies as puzzled expression overtakes his face, “How did you -”
“(y/n)!” a familiar voice comes booming in from the left, “I was wondering where you ran off to!”
She gives Spencer a little bit of a sheepish look as David Rossi pulls her into a hug, leaving a protective hand on her shoulder as he pulls away. Spencer just stands there awkwardly and contemplates melting into the floor, rocking on his heels as his brain sends his body mixed signals - run away! No, don’t! If you just stay still, maybe he won’t notice you…
Rossi’s face lights up when he sees Spencer, a warm smile overtaking his features as he says, “Spencer - I see you’ve met my daughter!”
“Y-your daughter!” Spencer exclaims before he can stop himself, “Uhhh...Yeah it was, um, it was n-nice to meet her too. Yeah, yeah...”
Rossi - David Rossi - just gives him a funny look as Spencer blushes and fiddles with his bow tie, blushing more when he remembers (y/n) saying Don’t worry, I think it’s cute. Rossi’s just opening his mouth to say something (and Spencer is about five seconds from spontaneously combusting) when he sees JJ walking into the banquet hall, her blonde head appearing like a godsend in the sea of people.
“JJ!” he yelps, almost starting to run towards her before remembering the two people in front of him and stopping himself, “Um - JJ, she’s uhhh...she just got here and I, um, I promised I’d meet her so uhhhhh...I’m just gonna go, okay bye!”
And then he speed-walks away, almost tripping over his feet in his haste to escape, leaving one very confused David Rossi and one somewhat sheepish (y/n) Rossi behind him.
Ohmygod! Spencer thinks to himself, I just checked out Rossi’s daughter!
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Spencer stumbles into work on Monday morning and sinks down in front of his desk, keeping a nervous eye on Rossi’s office and jumping every time someone gets too close. Rossi lets him stew for the entire day, smiling at him when they run into each other in the break room and chatting idly with Spencer when he goes to deliver a few stacks of finished files.
It’s nearing 5pm and Spencer’s just about to burst from the anticipation when Rossi appears next to him, smirking down at him as he writes something in his notebook, tearing it out and pressing it into Spencer’s sweaty hands once he’s finished. Spencer looks down at the paper and memorizes the ten digit number before he can even process what it says, then squints up at Rossi as he tries to figure out what he’s just been given -
“That’s (y/n) number,” he says as he points toward the paper, “She can’t stop talking about ‘that cute agent with the bow tie.’”
Spencer squeaks in response, a blush creeping up his neck as he clears his throat and sputters, “Well I-I, uhh…”
“Now,” Rossi leans in, hovering over Spencer and dropping his voice, “Don’t think for one second that I didn’t see you checking out my daughter - I think you’re a good guy Dr. Reid, that’s why I’m giving you her number, but if I find out that you hurt my bambina in any way? Well…”
Rossi just makes a pointed gesture with his eyebrows - Spencer squeaks a second time and stutters out, “I-I won’t - I won’t, I promise! I-I mean I would never...I could never!”
“Ah, I know you wouldn’t - I’m just giving you a hard time,” Rossi chuckles, immediately drawing back and smiling down at Spencer, “Give her a call as soon as you get home - take it from me, she’ll be very happy to hear from you.”
And then Rossi turns on his heels and saunters back to his office, leaving Spencer to gaping behind him. He looks down at the paper in his hands and thumbs over the numbers, mouthing along as he reads them to himself even though he already has them memorized.
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Hi! Is this, um, is this (y/n) Rossi?
Yeah that’s me, to whom do I owe the pleasure?
Oh, it’s uhh...it’s Spencer? From the banquet last Saturday?
Bow tie! Yeah of course I know who you are, how did you get my number?
Y-your dad...your dad gave it to me
He didn’t scare you too much, did he? He can be a little overprotective sometimes -
No, no! He didn’t, um...he didn’t scare me!
Are you sure? Because you don’t sound very sure…
W-well, maybe he scared me a little...but it’s okay, I promise! It was just that, you know, that ‘if you hurt her…’ type of thing and I-I have no intentions of hurting you, so I really don’t think I have anything to worry about - I...I’m rambling, aren’t I?
A little, yes - I like it though, it’s cute!
Oh...a-anyway, I guess I just wanted to see if...i-if you wanted to go out sometime? With, um, with me?
Are you asking me out on a date, Dr. Reid?
Um! Y-yeah, I was - but obviously you can say no if you want to, I mean I totally understand if you don’t want to go out on a date with me -
Request: Reid comes home to you dressed up like Harry Potter with Jack and Henry - @ilovecatswwehp
A/N: Just a little ficlet about two sweet boys! Hope you enjoy the heated debate over Spencer’s Hogwarts House! Side Note: Tumblr ate this fic the first time I posted it - sorry!
Couple: Spencer Reid/GenderNeutral!Reader
Category: Fluff
Content Warning: Harry Potter References
Word Count: 1.2k
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You know that saying, “stuck between a rock and a hard place”? My night was turning out something like that. Except instead of a rock and a hard place, I was stuck between a lion and a badger.
I’d lost track of whose turn it actually was in the debate between the boys after about the fifth objection. I was pretty sure it didn’t actually matter either way— I understood the gist of their arguments.
The only problem with my growing apathy and exhaustion was that by the time the door opened and revealed my boyfriend, I couldn’t even be bothered to move. So that’s what he saw when he walked in: Me, dressed in a closet cosplay of a Harry Potter character with Jack and Henry each tugging on one side of my scarf.
“Welcome home,” I managed to drone in the dullest possible register.
Request: (I lost the request I’m so sorry, but) Reader proposes to Spencer.
A/N: I’m so pissed - Tumblr ate this post from my queue 😭 I hope you enjoy it! I’m sorry for the wait and that I lost your request!
Couple: Spencer Reid/GenderNeutral!Reader (meaning no pronouns/gender identifiers)
Category: Fluff
Content Warning: None!
Word Count: 2K
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I am a person who always has a plan. It’s who I am. For as long as I can remember, I have always loved to know every step of the process. That’s part of what drew me to Spencer Reid.
Unfortunately, despite our shared love for predictability, his job didn’t really lend itself to rigid plans. So, for this particular plan, I reminded myself during each step of the process of all the different ways it could go wrong.
But, despite my best efforts and rather detailed coordination of details, I’d missed one. My plan gave me a timeframe of thirty specific days, and it was the thirtieth day. There was less than one hour remaining before it no longer mattered, and Spencer wasn’t home yet.
I had made a mistake. A miscalculation, if you will.
But just as I had resigned myself to the failure, the doorknob turned. With a voice made up of pure panic, my boyfriend burst through the door.
“Hey! If you get your stuff right now, we can still make it!”
Request: If you are taking requests, could you write a really fluffy fic where the female reader is short, like 5 foot, and Spencer is constantly teasing her about it? - @parasite–girl
A/N: Spencer is OOC and I don’t care because it’s funny. I wanted to keep this relatively simple since I tend to see a lot of short-leaning Reader fics. Enjoy!
Couple: Spencer Reid/GenderNeutral!Reader
Category: Fluff
Content Warning: There is a piggyback ride, so the Reader does have a semi-specified weight in that way
Word Count: 2.1k
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It was way too early for the coffee pot to be taking as long as it was. Truthfully, I shouldn’t have even been there that early, but I’d managed to wake up before my alarm and decided to try out that thing I always heard about getting a jumpstart on your day. But as I practically lay on the counter, I decided that it was, definitively, bullshit.
I’d only been standing for about 3 minutes and my feet were already killing me. It was my own fault for wearing these shoes, although I’d blame it on someone else. After a quick glance around the office, I made a decision. With the utmost grace and maturity, I hoisted myself up onto the counter of the BAU kitchenette.
I regretted very little about my decision; the blood returned to my feet almost immediately and I let out a casual sigh as I dropped my head back against the cabinets. Maybe the day could be salvaged, I thought.
Request: reader has a thick southern accent and the team kind of teases her for it, but Spencer thinks it is low key cute. LOTS OF FLUFF :)
A/N: For those of you who don’t know, I grew up in the south, lmao! I was in Virginia, but I’m very familiar with southern accents & slang. Enjoy!
Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader
Category: Fluff!
Content Warning: None!
Word Count: 3.5k
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Her hair reminded me of summertime. There was no particular reason for it, but it did. Watching her move felt like watching a painting come to life, and I wondered how anyone could look past her so easily. Like they weren’t being graced with the presence of a faerie in the form of a woman.
Her voice reminded me of molasses, but there was a little more of a reason for that. The gentle drawl in between each word felt like something that couldn’t be shaken off very easily. The kind of thing that left sweet, sticky marks on whatever it touched. Her eyes were equally paralyzing. I’d compare them to snake venom, but I felt that metaphor might be ill-received by someone unfamiliar with the creature’s impressive evolutionary design.
Which is why I was grateful that we hadn’t had much time to talk alone. I was worried that once we did, she would notice the way I couldn’t form a single coherent sentence when she looked at me. She would take one look at me and know that I was completely lost on backroads and fields that didn’t have names. The same ones that no doubt filled her memories.
I wanted to find them with her. I wanted to become a part of those memories so that the next time I found myself lost, it wouldn’t be because of her. It would be with her.
Request: spencer and bau!reader are best friends and one day the reader accidentally lets it slip that she likes spencer and freaks out and avoids him all week. spencer eventually gets tired of it and shows up to her apartment or something. super fluffy :))
A/N: Oh boy. This was challenging for me because I don’t relate to Reader at ALL, lmao! Just kiss him again, dummy! But still, here it is in all it’s fluffy glory.
Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader
Category: Fluff
Content Warning: High fever, Extremely Mild Dub Con (kiss during delirium)
Word Count: 4.7k
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For all intents and purposes, it was a normal day. JJ and Emily were stifling yawns in their respective offices, Rossi was avoiding paperwork, and I was pouring myself yet another cup of coffee to compensate for the fact that I’d stayed up all night reading about pop culture references.
Okay, so that last part wasn’t entirely normal. And honestly, the amount of time it had taken me to read through the references was embarrassing compared to my normal rate. It wasn’t because it was uninteresting or anything; it was honestly just very involved. There are entirely too many people with too many different aliases for light reading.
As for why I’d spent the precious little free time we got reading about something I’d never really shown much of an interest in…
Well, as it usually goes with me making a fool out of myself, there was a girl.
Bi!spencer Reid/ male!reader fanfic. Of how they met and maybe their first date after a they’ve pinned over each other for a while?
Hi I don’t have any specific requests beyond a male reader, is that ok? I’m just really gay for Spencer and not being able to find fics where the reader is male makes me sad -📸
A/N: So this isn’t the same male Reader from Bi the Way, but it’s a cute idea I had because I’m obsessed with jock himbo in love with tiny nerd who thinks they hate each other.
Couple: Spencer Reid/Male!Reader
Category: Fluff!
Content Warning: None!
Word Count: 4.3k
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I’d always heard that when you fell in love, you began to see the person differently. Like in slow-motion or with a little halo of light around their head. When the other guys talked about girls, it never really sounded like that’s what they saw.
But I’d seen it. In fact, I saw it every single day. The only thing was, it wasn’t a girl at all, and the guy that it was… I was pretty sure he hated me. A lot. I couldn’t really say that I blamed him. He was almost definitely out of my league.
It wasn’t just his looks, either, but they sure were something. From the freckles that peeked from behind slightly buttoned shirts to the way his hair always looked just disheveled enough that I could imagine I was running my hands through it, Spencer Reid never looked anything but beautiful to me.
Can I request a Spencer x reader where the reader recognizes everyone’s touch when she’s asleep and when Spencer touches her she leans into it but moves away when others do?
cw: just fluff :)
wc: .6k
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Spencer’s reading on the jet when he feels a familiar weight drop onto his shoulder - he instinctively glances over and sees your head resting against him, your hair tickling his cheek and your breath coming in soft puffs against his neck. He reaches up to brush your hair out of your face, thumbing over your chin and grinning when you mutter something unintelligible and nestle closer into his side. He leans down to press his forehead against yours, letting his own eyes flutter shut as he sighs into you, the residual tension from the case melting away as he soaks in your warmth.
JJ chuckles from across the table, biting back a grin as Spencer’s eyes snap back open and an embarrassed flush paints his ears and cheeks. You grumble at the sudden movement, pouting a little but remaining blissfully asleep - Spencer instinctively wraps an arm around you as your head starts to fall from his shoulder, pressing a kiss into the crown of your head and -
JJ chuckles again, this time nudging Morgan beside her and drawing his attention away from his music. Spencer buries his face in your hair as Morgan turns to look, making a futile attempt to hide from the teasing he knows is coming in three two one…
“Looks like you lovebirds are having fun,” he says with a smirk, wiggling his eyebrows as Spencer peeks at him through your hair.
Spencer’s blush deepens and he squirms in his seat, wishing you were awake to share in his embarrassment, but unwilling to actually wake you up. As if you can sense his unease, you let out a little contented hum, your lips so close that the vibration tickle his neck - it immediately calms him, giving him the confidence to glare at Morgan with exaggerated irritation, smirking a little when JJ playfully slaps his arm.
They sit there giggling (with Spencer biting back a grin and huffing in the background) for a few minutes until Morgan pushes himself to his feet, asking, “I’m gonna go get a coffee - you guys want anything?”
Spencer shakes his head and JJ answers with a quick, “I’m good - thanks for asking, though,” so Morgan starts down the aisle, patting your shoulder as he passes by -
You duck away from his hand, leaning closer into Spencer’s side as your lips pull together into a disgruntled pout, muttering nonsense as you settle back down. Morgan furrows his brow, squinting down at you and reaching over to give you a poke -
You duck away again, batting his hand away this time. Morgan snorts to himself, glancing between his hand and your shoulder with a smirk and a single raised eyebrow. He reaches over to poke you a second time, itching to test his new discovery out -
Spencer bats his hand away this time, hissing out a sharp “Stop that!” and wrapping both arms around you, scooting closer to the window and dragging you with him, brushing gentle hands over your face and making sure you’re still asleep. Morgan raises his hands in a placating manor, chuckling to himself as he turns and saunters towards the jet’s tiny coffee station. Spencer frowns at him as he walks away, hugging you close and running his hands up and down your back as he peers suspiciously at Morgan over the seats.
You soak in the warmth of Spencer’s chest and the softness of his cardigan, oblivious to it all as you slumber on.
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