#AbbaChu

[mewje4ns]

How to chess? - Spencer Reid

Playing chess with Spencer Reid. The catch is… you don’t know how the fuck to play chess.

Spencer Reid x Fem!reader

masterlist

————————

Knock Knock

The sound of my fist sound against Spencer door after I got a text from him saying ‘my house. ASAP.’ I obviously panicked thinking the worst, so now I stand in front of his door in an oversized shirt and sleeping shorts. Spencer door opens to find a wide smile boy. “Sweets!” His hand grabs mine and drags me into his home. “Look what I got.” It was a chessboard. A chessboard?

“A chessboard?” I turn to Spencer and give him the most confused look he’s probably ever received. “That’s what I needed to come over ASAP for?”

“A hand carved chessboard.” Spencer cheeses at me with his hand’s fidgeting in front of him. “Four hundred dollar-”

“Four hundred bucks!” I turn to the boy with my jaw on the floor. “They have these at Target for like 20 bucks Spencer!” He shakes his head and laughs.

“It’s black walnut and sugar maple wood.” He’s fingers tap each other as he stares at the board. “The pieces themselves are incredible. Look at them!” The boy is the happiest I have ever seen him as he grabs my hand and pulls it toward the board then pulls one of the pieces up to show me in detail.

“They are beautiful Spence.” I smile at him and he sits down on his coffee table and motions for me to sit across from him.

“Wanna play?” Spencer cheeses once again and I can’t say no. So I sit across from him and smile nervously. “You’re nervous? Why?” His face scrunches up in genuine confusion.

“I’ve never played chess Spencer.” I give the boy an ‘sorry I’m an idiot’ smile and shrug. “I’m not exactly smart enough to pay attention in this game.”

Spencer smile widens, if that’s even possible. “I’ll teach you.” He leans his head on his shoulders and it tilts as he takes in my face. Those stupid beautiful eyes dance around my features as if he’s memorising each eyelash or flaw. Not that he would ever call them that. “I’ll go easy on you, promise.”

I stick my pinky out and give him a pointed look. “Promise?” He wraps his thumb around mine and nods. “Then okay.” Spencer’s eyes practically light up, like the ambers of a fire floating into the sky. Warm and fuzzy feelings fill my stomach making my hands sweaty. “Don’t get to excited. I’m definitely not a worthy competitor of the glorious Spencer Reid.” I bow down to him while mutter ‘my lord.’

“Okay, these are pawns.” His slim finger points to the knobby looking ones. “Rook,” the castle. “bishops,” the fancier knobby one’s, “knights,” horse “king,” crown “and finally queen,” pointy crown. He smiles at me and I nod in confirmation that I understood what he said.

“The pawn can move two spaces forward if they’ve never moved. They can move diagonally capture other pieces and if they reach the opposite side of the board they can become other pieces like a queen, knight, bishop, or rook.”

“Rook can only move in straight lines.” Simple enough. “Bishops can only move diagonally and the two pieces are always placed on opposite square colors.” I nod and watch his face light up as he explains the game. “Knight can only move in ‘L’s. Like this.” He grabs the horse head and moves it over one spot and up two. “But they can move back unlike the pawns. Same with pretty much every piece.” I hum in understand and he puts the head back in its spot.

“Queens are the most powerful piece.” He picks up the queen piece but is cut off by my god awful joke.

“Girl power.” I raise my fist up and immediately after the joke is blurted out of my mouth I shake my head and throw my hand back into my lap. Spencer thought this joke was hilarious. “Sorry.”

“No, no you are totally right. Girl power.” He snorts, he can’t even try to hide his laughter. “She can move all directs. Diagonally and vertical. The king can only move any which way by one place. The whole point of the game is to corner the king in a way that makes it impossible for him to move without getting caught.”

“Checkmate?” I look at him with furrowed brows as I try to absorb all of his words.

“Yes, checkmate.” His praise lit up my body. I understood chess and Spencer was proud of me? I’m dying a happy woman. “Good job sweets.” I tried to ignore the heat building in my chest but he was just so… ugh. There’s no word in the dictionary to describe the man in front of me. He’s perfect yes, but he’s more than that too. He’s everything. Spencer makes my heart bear and slow down. He makes me hot while being as refreshing as a cold glass of water. His symmetrical smile and stupid face. “Let’s play.”

The game begins, he moves a piece and I try to counter it. Not even 7 minutes later he says “checkmate.” My jaw drops as I study the board.

“What the hell?” I look up at the boy who smiles at me. His eyes scrunch with the smile, my favorite smile of his. “I didn’t even- how did you- Spencer I thought you said you were going to go easy?” He smirks and shrugs.

“I was. You’re just bad.” I shake my head and then he offers a bet. “Loser has to do whatever the other wants.” I nod immediately. “Okay if I win you have to… write ‘Lost to Reid’ on your forehead.”

“Okay if I win, you have to kiss me.” Spencer pauses and the nods with his cheeks flushed pink. He’s only agreeing because he knows I’ll lose.

The second game begins. This one is longer at 24 minutes. “Checkmate?”

“It is checkmate, yes.” Spencer smiles at me. “You won sweets.”

“I won?” I look up at Spence confused. “I win?” Spencer nods and laughs. How did I-

“Guess I gotta pay my side of the deal.” Before I can comprehend what’s going on Spencer pushes his $400 chessboard to the side nearly knocking it off the table and leans over it. His hands grab my face and pull me up to meet him halfway over the table to kiss him. His lips are soft, softer than I had expected from him. His fingers hold my jaw as his head tilts to kiss me deeper. “Good job Sweets.”

“You let me win.” He smiles and watches my face before nodding.

“I let you win.” He kisses me again, his hands slide down toward my neck and pulls me up closer while a quiet groan in the back of his throat. “Needed to lose, I mean I won in a different area.” He smirks a stupid smug smirk that has me pouting at him.

“You fucker.” I shake my head at him. “I thought you were just gonna go easy not cheat.”

“I did go easy, so easy that I set you up for success.” He smiles at me, a stupidly beautiful smile. “Can we kiss more or do I have to lose to you again?”

“We don’t have to play to kiss.”

“Good.” Spencer’s eyes sparkle more than when he was talking about the chessboard.

“Good.”

[mewje4ns]

A visit - Spencer Reid

CM Spoilers!

Spencer’s in prison! How cool right? Not really you can’t hug or touch him and he’s your favorite person in the world.

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

cw: innuendos?

masterlist.

————————

There is nothing like seeing the man you love walk towards you in handcuffs. Not in the fun way of course. Spencer’s dark eyes are sunken in and be waddles over to the table I’m sitting at. “Hey Spence.” My smile is sad as he plops down across from me. Spencer nods in response, he looks utterly defeated.

“Hey sweets.” I smile as he finally talks. “I miss you.” His voice is a whisper as he looks I’ve my face and all its features. “A lot. I miss you a lot.” Spencer’s face smile slightly, he’s miserable. I can see it in his eyes, in his skin.

“I miss you more.” I place my head in my hands and smile. “You’re mom, she’s okay. Worried about you but okay.” Spencer face melts slightly, finally I gave him some kind of relief. “I’ve been playing chess by myself. I’ve gotten pretty alright.”

“Only because your opponent is just as bad as you.” He smirks and relaxes into the stiff metal chair. “I have chess books at my place if you want to read them?” Spencer would never admit it but he wants you there. Sleeping in his bed and eating his food.

“Yeah I know. I stay there couple times a week.” A wide bright smile lights up his face. “Figured you’d want someone to take care of the place while you were gone.” He nods and looks down at his hands.

“I’m glad someone is gonna get use out of it for the time being. You haven’t been throwing parties thought right? You are quite the rager.” Spencer taps his fingers and foot on the ground. He can’t touch you, he doesn’t want to risk the guards thinking that he is doing something sketchy and cut your time short.

“I’ll clean up after myself I swear.” I give him a coy smile and watch him tilt his head with a smirk. “I haven’t been doing anything really. Just laying in your bed, but even then I can’t sleep.” The admission makes Spencer’s stomach twist.

“Me too.” His voice is whispered and his eyes don’t leave my face. “I’m not doing to well.” Spencer tries to laugh off the joke but it’s pathetic and weak sounding. “I miss my bed, your bed. I miss your food and inability to not triple read the recipe. I miss our morning where I drink coffee and you complain about how stupid capitalism is because you don’t want to go to work.” He tightens his lips into a line. “I miss being happy with you, Y/n.” His words make me tear up. I told myself I wouldn’t cry, for his sake.

“I miss it too Spencer. Try and take care of yourself? Please. I need to know you are at least trying in here.” My hand itches to reach for his, told hold it and kiss each individual knuckle at least fifteen times. “I’ll promise to do the same.” Spencer smiles and nods.

“As long as you promise to.”

—————————

Sorry it’s short? writing this made me realise I don’t like Prison Spencer.

I’ve been thinking about Spencer Reid x Teacher!Reader where it’s like a younger group of students. Spencer would absolutely date like a Ms. Frizzle character.

[mewje4ns]

Moment of Impulse - Spencer Reid

You have decided it had to happen today. Or it would never happen it all. Just sucks you’d decided that at 10pm.

Spencer Reid x Fem!reader

masterlist

—————————

My cheeks were flushed as I stood outside Spencer’s door. I could feel my fingers tingle with anticipation. My dirtied up converse kick heel-toe-heel-toe as I wait anxiously for him to open the door. My sweaty hands pushed in my denim short pockets and my t-shirt tucked into that. I didn’t know why I decided it had to be done, and now but it did. I needed to confess.

I can hear Spencer’s feet walk towards the door before the lock unlocked and slowly revealed the sleepy boy wonder. “Y/n?” His voice was raspy and croaky from behind woken up, his hair a mess, but he still looked as beautiful as the day I met him.

“I’m sorry for coming here this late but if I didn’t-“ I cut myself off and rubbed my hand on my chin. “I need to tell you something.” Spencer nods and rubs his eyes, he widens the door for me to walk in.

Spencer sleepily drags his feet to his couch and sits down whilst I stand awkwardly at the edge of the carpet beneath his living room furniture. “What’s up?” He peeks down at his watch before turning and looking at me. “You are allowed to sit down, you know that right?” I nod and rub my swear hands on my shorts but don’t move to sit down.

“You are everything good that I’ve ever know.” A strong start, I haven’t stumbled over my words quite yet. “You are freaky smart and funny. You are the nicest person I’ve met and you never fail to make me feel better.” I shake my head and stare down the carpet. I couldn’t look at him as I spoke, I’d lose my confidence the second I looked at his face. “I’ve spent years comparing myself to the girls your brought around and never once did any of them give me the answer I was looking for.”

Spencer voice cut me off. “The answer you were looking for?” He was confused, baffled by my words. Confused on how could I compare myself to other girls? “What answer?”

“That I had a chance.” I finally look up at him as he leans over with his elbows on his knees and hands connected in between them. “That you could love me.” My voice was shakey this time. Spencer Reid is the only man to have ever made me weak in the knees, in the everything. “You are the first guy in my life to make me feel this way, and it’s so stupid. God this is so stupid. I’m sorry I’ll leave.” I turn around and march towards the door before I feel his hand grab my wrist causing my bracelets to dig into my wrist.

Spencer’s hand pulls me towards him before it digs it’s way into my hair and pulls me into a kiss. I urgent and heavy kiss. I panic, my hands find their way to his waist to desperately pull at his shirt and he holds me as close to him as possible. “Don’t- don’t go.” His voice is quiet as he whispers to me, his hands still pulling my head to stay forehead to forehead. “Please.”

I look up at the man in awe. His cheeks are flushed and his dark eyes dance across my face. He licks his lips and whispers a plea for me to stay again. “Please Y/n.” I nod and he releases a deep breath before kissing me again, this time with just as much urgency but the passion felt tangible. Like he had been waiting for this moment. “God you-” Spencer cuts himself off and dives back in to kiss me. One of his hands dance their way down my body to my waist which he uses it to pull me as close to him as he humanly could. Spencer finally pulls away and rests his forehead on mine.

“I’m sorry I came here so late. I know you have work tomorrow.” I watch him laugh and shake his head before his hands find their way to my neck as he rubs his thumbs in my jaw.

“I don’t care. Do it at three am and I still wouldn’t care.” His smile is so wide, wider than I had ever seen with any of the other girls I’ve seen him with. “I love you.” My worlds stops spinning, whilst the room simultaneously starts to. His straight white teeth are on display and the faint smell of his laundry detergent and body wash fill my nose. The man I have loved for as long as I have known him, loves me.

“Really?” My voice is a quiet whisper as if I’m worried about him coming out and laughing at me with a ‘gotcha’ moment but all he does his nod and stare into my eyes. “You lil shit. I was supposed to say it first.” I pinch his waist and smile as he flinched away.

“It was easy to figure out where you were heading with that whole rant of yours.” I shake my head and smile. “God, I love you.” I giggle like a school girl and wrap my arms around him in a hug. “Stay the night?” I laugh and nod at the man who raps his arms around me.

“Yeah. I’ll stay.”

“Good.”

[mewje4ns]

A month without the sun - Spencer Reid.

Spencer has been gone on back to back cases for a month. So has your happy.

Spencer Reid x Fem!reader

(This is entirely self indulgent)

cw: depression and what it does to you. Showering together and being taken care of(?)

masterlist

——————————

It’s been about a month since I’ve seen Spencer. The boy genius who made me happy with a single smile. But I’ve lost my happy and have spent the last month laying in bed. I can’t remember the last time I felt the sun on my skin, the rainy weather isn’t much help either. This was my own doing, I told myself since Spencer was gone I’ll play the game I always wanted to play but didn’t because he was always dragging me to do stuff. Who would’ve thought he’d be right about how getting out of the house and it’s benefits. I should have known. Never question an eidetic memory.

The keys jingle in the door and I pull the blanked over my head. If he can’t see me I can’t see the look okay disappointment at my inability to take care of myself around this time of year. “Sweets?” I grip the blanket harder as I head his voice. I hear him slide his shoes of and his sock padded feet lead him to right beside my lump in the blanket. “Sweets?” I feel him sit on the bed and rub my back over the blanket, embarrassed and guilty and do what any mature adult would do.

“She’s not here right now.” God I’m an idiot. I hear him hum and play along with my stupid joke.

“Well can you tell me when she’ll be in next?” His big warm hands rub my back up towards my neck.

“Probably never?” I rub my cheek into the pillow, I want to look at Spencer more than I’ve wanted anything in a very long time but my shame wouldn’t let me.

“Well that’s not cool,” I can practically hear his smile. “I was really looking forward to seeing her.” His hand slides up the blanket to the edge and pulls it back to reveal my face to him. “Would you look at that? She’s here.” His voice is quiet and calm. Spencer is beautiful.

“Surprise?” I give him a guilty smile that he ignores and leans down to kiss my forehead. “Sorry.” He shakes his head and rubs my back.

“Wanna take a shower with me? I feel gross.” I know what he’s doing. He’s trying to make me take care but is disguising it.

“Okay.” Can’t believe he knows me so well to know I wouldn’t be able to deny the boy in front of me. I pull the blanket off of me and crawl out of bed in the pajamas I’ve worn for 3 days straight. Spencer places his hand on the small of my back and leads me to the bathroom. He reaches over and grabs my toothbrush then hands it to me.

“While I get the water ready?” I nod and do what he wants. I brush my teeth and watch the beautiful boy warm up the water to the temperature we can both agree on. “When was the last time you went outside? Like really, not for work.” I shrug and look back at the mirror. God I look bad.

“About a month.” The words come out weak and embarrassed. “Been trying to see if I can paler than I normally get in the winter.” I try to play off my blatant disregard for myself as I joke. Spencer doesn’t like these jokes.

“Sweets you know you have to go outside. The sun produces vitamin D which prevents abnormal function of the immune system that causes symptoms of depression and anxiety.” He stands up and looks at me. “You already do bad around this time of year, you need to be in the sun for around 5 to 10 minutes a day.” I spit the toothpaste out and put my toothbrush back in the cup after rinsing it off.

“I know Spence.” I turn and look at him. Spencer hums and walks over to me. Placing a hand on my waists and giving it a squeeze he hands me a hairbrush and I brush my hair. As I do that he takes his clothes off and steps into the shower. As soon follow. I stand underneath the water rinse my hair, Spence off to the side washing his hair with shampoo. “I didn’t mean for it to get this bad.” Spencer looks at me when I start talking.

“I know, you never do it just happens.” His soapy hair and stupid smile, I can’t do anything but cheese at him. “I’m sorry I was gone so long.” I immediately shake my head.

“Don’t try and blame yourself.” I point an accusing finger at the man while I start shampooing my hair. “Don’t feel bad. You work a lot and it’s okay.” I scrub my scalp and watch him move me out of the way to rinse his hair. Spencer turns to face the water and I hug him from behind.

“Sweets?” I hum and squeeze his torso tighter. “I appreciate the hug but I’m naked, you’re naked, and I have to feed you real food in a second.” It’s ironic that Spencer never ate well before we met and then I forced him to help me cook so he’s maybe learn a meal or two to him cooking for me every other day.

“Don’t make it weird Spencer. I’m just hugging you.” Spencer laughs and turns around hold me at arm’s length.

“And I haven’t see you in a month. Let alone touch you, I’m trying to focus here sweets.” He smiles then leans down and kisses my cheek before pulling me into a hug. “But who am I to deny Y/n.” This time I laugh and wrap my arms around his middle.

After a minute or two we let go and go back to our shower. We finish and I feel better. Not only is Spencer here but so is the layer of nasty I built up while laying in bed. I step out of our room and immediately notice my piled up laundry. Spencer hands me one of his shirts and a pair of underwear that I have in my drawer. “How are you so good at this?”

“At what?” He pulls on a pair plaid sleeping pants and a shirt follows after. “Taking care of you?” I nod and slip on my shirt and underwear. “Cause I love you? I’ve known you and loved about you for about the same amount of time so I’m gonna know everything you need.”

“How long?” I tilt my head and ask with a smile, he knows the number probably to the second.

“Three years and 149 days” I laugh and walk over to him.

“You know months exist?” He snorts and kisses the top of my head.

“Sound less impressive if I say 4 almost 5 months.” We hug and i away us from side to side as we stand. “You put mine and your laundry into the washer and I’ll start cooking?” I nod and grab his duffle bag and my pile of laundry and drag it towards the laundry room. I separated them into colors and darks and throw them into the wash. Once it’s started I walk out to the living room and pick up the minimal trash I left out.

“How long has it been since you ate cooked food?” I look up at him and put up a two. “Two days?” I shake my head. “Two weeks?” I nod. “What have you been eating?” I point to the empty jars of peaches and other canned fruits we had in our pantry displayed on the counter next to our trash bin. “At least it’s not Wendy’s.” I snort and point to the trash that has a very obvious Wendy’s bag on top. He rolls his eyes and watches me pick up after myself.

“We are going out for most the day tomorrow you realise that?” I nod and put a new trash bag in the bin and put the full bag by the door. “I’ll take it out after we eat.” I grab my nasty blanket I used on the couch and throw in into the colors pile by the laundry.

“I figured you’d force me outta the house.” I walk over and stand next to him as he cooks pasta. “Pesto?” He nods and smiles at me. “I hate how well you know me.”

“I figured you’d need comfort food after missing me all month.” I roll my eyes and rest my head on his bicep. There isn’t anything said but I nod. He’s right. I need this. “Love you sweets.”

“Love you too Spencer.” Spencer kisses the top of my head and plates the food. I grab it and we sit in your designated spots on the couch and eat. “Thank you for not being weird about this.” I look at him with genuine love on my face.

“I used to be a drug addict, I’m used to a lil mess Y/n.” He looks at me with an ‘and even if I didn’t’ look. “Even if I didn’t if I ever judge you for something like this you deserve to hit me in the face. Plus it’s not that bad.” I nod even if I don’t believe him and we eat the rest of our food in silence before he reaches over and drags me to lay on top of him.

“If you left for a month I probably would have gone crazy and burnt down a building or something.” I snort and snuggle into his neck. “Love you.”

“Love you too Spencer.” I’m so glad he’s home.

———————————

long one to make up for the last one.

[mewje4ns]

RULES!

A little thing for requests!

- no pregnancy

- no SA or anything under that category.

- no nsfw

- nothing involving minors (unless it’s like a characters kid yk?)

I’ll add more as time goes on probably but these are my big ones.

[mewje4ns]

AbbaChu Spencer Reid Masterlist.

MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN 💚

- moment of impulse.

(A last minute confession)

- How to Chess?

(Spencer teaches you chess.)

- A visit.

(Life fast die young Spencer got arrested)

- a month without the sun.

(Spencer’s been gone. Sad times.)

[mewje4ns]

—————————

AbbaChu masterlist.

Spencer Reid.

Rules.

—————————