#little! reader x cg! spencer reid

[lover-i-lover]

Little, is home

You were done, with everything. You'd had enough. As you stomp through the front door, you're greeted by a sight that brings tears to your eyes. Spencer, in the 10 minutes he had before you got home, set op your playmat in front of the TV, there's your mobile mat, colouring sheets and crayons. Spencer's smiling at you from the couch.

"There's my princess, come on now. Come to Daddy"

You practically jump onto his lap, making him chuckle. "Now now, what you say, we get you into a diaper and a onesie huh?"

"Yeaaaa, please Daddy?" Your voice grows soft, quite, small. Spencer looks lovingly at your state before picking you op around his hip the way you would a toddler. Your Daddy chances your clothes and sets you down on your playmat. You can't help the grin growing on your face, you really needed this, and Daddy knew it.

You color a million different pictures, watch a million cartoons, but as the night comes to an end, Spencer puts you down in your new crib with a stuffie to snuggle with.

[littlereaderxfandoms]

L.B.L.

Request (by @spencers-bookworm): Hi! I seen you wanting requests so what about spencer x bau!reader were reader has a bad day at work and ends up hiding and regressing in a storage cupboard or something. Spencer comes and finds them, comforts them and takes them home to have some much needed caregiver and regressor time.

I also just want to say I love your blog so far and really appreciate what you're writing as I feel there's never enough x reader age regression fics.

Little!reader x CG!Spencer (+ BAU team + precinct people)

Summary: Your day goes horribly horribly wrong and Spencer has to intervene.

Genre: Hurt/Comfort (?)

Length: Around 1k

Nothing was going right. First, you spilled your coffee all over your white cotton shirt. Then, you found out that you forgot your go bag at home. Then, you had to borrow a shirt from Morgan because none of the ladies were in yet, and nor was Spencer, which was very embarrassing. And then, you got a stern scolding from Hotch for forgetting your go bag at home when you needed to immediately leave for an urgent case where even the briefing would happen on the plane. If that wasn’t bad enough, the other detectives and police officers at the precinct were picking on you whenever you were alone.

It was no surprise that you broke down. And it was especially no surprise to Spencer because he knew that you haven’t had the chance to regress in quite a while. So when he got back from the latest crime scene and Emily told him that you were in the storage closet because you needed some space, he knew he had to intervene.

You looked up with teary eyes and called out when you heard the door to the storage closet being turned, “I’ll be out in a second!”

“Sweetheart,” Spencer spoke, seeing as the closet was locked, ”can you let me in please?”

You sniffled as you thought for a second before shuffling forward to open the lock, letting Spencer open the door as you sat back, barely able to hold in your tears and sobs.

“Oh darling…” Spencer quickly locked the door behind him, sitting next to you and pulling you into his arms.

“Daddy…” Your voice cracked as you whispered before letting go and sobbing into Spencer’s chest, clinging to him.

Spencer shushed you lightly, letting you cry, and held you close. Once you calmed down to just sniffles, he pulled back a little to look at you, gently wiping the last of the tears away.

“Better?” Spencer whispered, prompting you to nod in response, not wanting to speak. “Come on, let’s get you to the hotel.”

You whined lightly at that, standing up with him. “Still have work…”

“Baby, I’ll talk to Hotch. We are taking an LBL.” Spencer unlocked the door, ignoring your whines and protests against taking the leave.

In your entire 2 years at the BAU, you have made sure to always be prepared and make sure to take regular regression breaks so that you don’t ever have to utilize a Little Breakdown Leave. To you, they are just embarrassing. These leaves are designed to help littles and caregivers take a leave from work in case the little has a breakdown before or at work. While you always tried to be nice and helpful to those at the office who have had to use them, you never really got over how it felt embarrassing for you to be having a breakdown.

Hotch was quick to approve it, letting Spencer drag you back to the car and to the hotel against your wishes to keep working.

“Why don’t you want to just take the leave? It doesn’t have to be embarrassing sweetheart.” Spencer held your hand softly as you sniffled at your protests being ignored.

“But it is! Especially when you are already considered dumb by others!” You exclaimed angrily. You didn’t want the detectives and police officers at the precinct to think that they were right about you not being able to work because you were a little.

“Excuse me?” Spencer looked surprised. “Who said you are dumb?”

“The detectives and the officers at the precinct…” You mumbled, already feeling worse at just thinking that. You didn’t notice Spencer clenching his jaw in anger as you looked out the window.

“Listen up baby.” You looked at Spencer with wide eyes, a little surprised by the stern tone. “Nobody, and I mean nobody has the right to call you dumb. You are smart, strong, brave, and everything that those stupid men aren’t. Just because you are a little, doesn’t mean that you aren’t all those things. You hear me?”

You nodded before realizing you needed to speak up, “Yes daddy…”

“You don’t get to do that either. You don’t get to talk down to my baby. Capiche?” Spencer glanced at you, holding your hand in a tight, comforting grip, making you smile.

“Yes daddy.”

Spencer kissed your cheek once he parked the car. “I love you, sweetie. Remember that and the fact that you are better than every single officer and detective we had in the precinct today.”

You smiled a little, feeling better but still not the best. But you knew that it would take time to get over their words. You were more sensitive than most littles in the bureau, so Spencer too knew that it would take some time before you felt confident again. He remembered the amount of time it took him and the team to get you out of your shell and see your confidence.

Spencer took you back to your room, helping you get a bath. An hour later, you were both comfortably cuddling on the bed, watching a movie as Spencer fed you mac and cheese with chicken nuggets and fries.

Having had the time to regress and recharge that night, you came into the precinct feeling much better than the day before. The pep talk you got from Spencer also helped you a lot with regaining your confidence, at least around your team.

It also seemed that Hotch must have had a talk with the detectives and officers as they didn’t make any more comments around you, whether you were alone or not. It didn’t take long for you to figure out where the others had been stuck the day prior and help solve the case on the very same day, proving to the detectives and officers just how valuable you actually were.

It was safe to say that you had much of your confidence back by the time you got on the jet to get back home.

[kiankiwi]

Start with:

Spence regresses at work and cg takes him home (maybe after having a wee accident, if ur comfortable with that. Like changing his clothes at home after a bath and reassuring him that it's fine.)

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Spencer could feel himself getting fuzzy as soon as the plane descended into Quantico. He would've went straight home to you but first he had to push himself to finish his paperwork.

He was on autopilot by the time he got back to the office and sat at his desk with a pile of papers he had to sort though as he was actively trying to push down his fuzziness.

The only thing that snapped him out of his autopilot was that he suddenly realized his bladder was about to burst. He knew he didn't have a lot of time so he sprinted to the nearest restroom before he had an accident. And only babies had accidents of course and he had to be big right now.

He busted into the empty bathroom and suddenly froze in place as he felt the hot stream of urine leave his body and make a dark patch on his khakis ... he was SO CLOSE but yet so far.

The accident pushed him over the edge. He needed his mama. He grabbed his cellphone out of his back pocket and waddled toward the stall, locking it behind him quickly and sat down in his soiled pants. He quickly dialed your number as he began to sob, his body overcome with so much embarrassment.

You picked up quickly, happy to see your boy's name on the screen. "Hey, loverboy, how was Arizona?"

You heard your husbands telltale squeak that only happens when he's crying. "MAMA!" He cried. "What, what happened baby." "I-I didn't m-mean to... got distracted... tried to stay big!"

You softened your voice to try and calm your emotional and now clearly little husband. "I know you did baby, I know but it's hard sometimes, yeah? Can you tell mommy what happened baby?"

"I-I need new clothes... went potty." You nodded. "Oh baby, that's okay!" You said, attempting to calm his sobs. "No, no accidents are for babies!" Spencer said rather angrily.

"No, that's not true baby. Everyone has accidents! I promise you it's okay. You just forgot you didn't have a pull up on huh?" Spencer took a shaky breath. "Mhm, I really did try to make it." You couldn't help but coo at him. "I know baby, I'm gonna get you some new clothes and I'll come get you okay. Just sit tight, Are you in a bathroom."

"I was so close..." Spencer whimpered. "I know," you reassured. "It's not your fault baby. Are you still near your office?"

"Mhm." He said as he started to jiggle his leg.

There was only one bathroom nearest to his office so you knew where he was hiding. "Alright sweet boy, momma's on her way okay? Just sit tight okay, can you do that?"

Spencer hummed, nodding his head. "Yeah, can do that mama." You grabbed your keys and sped off to the BAU's offices.

On the way you made sure to call Morgan to give him a heads up. "What's up baby girl?" He answered.

You sighed, "Hey Morgan, we have a situation. Reid slipped and he's stuck in the nearest bathroom to your guys's office."

You could hear the concern in his voice. "Slipped? Is he hurt?"

"No, no you doof, slipped like went into littlespace... he didn't fall."

"Ooooh yeah, okay, what can I do to help? Want me to go check on him?"

"No!" You accidentally said a little too loud, "He's just really embarrassed right now. But could you just guard the door so no one goes in and finds him? I'm already on my way."

"Yes Ma'am. At your service." Derek said, clicking off the call.

Twenty minutes later, you found Morgan and knocked on the door he was guarding. "Baby, are you in there? I got you some clothes!" You glanced over at Derek giving him a look like Never bring this up again. Morgan put his hands up and walked off, having done his job. "Baby, it's just me, I promise. Can I come in?" You heard Reid unlock his stall door and seconds later he poked his curly head out of the bathroom door. "HI babes, can I come in?" Wordlessly, Spencer nodded. He gripped the end of your shirt and pulled you with him into the public restroom.

"Alright hon, let's get you all cleaned up." Still silent, Reid nodded.

You made the change quick and painless... that is until you brought one of Reid's pull ups out of your bag. Seeing it, Reid stomped his foot and flapped his wrists. "No mama, no! I'm a big boy! Diapeys only for babies!"

"I know baby, I know you are but since you're tiny right now I just don't want you to have another accident okay? Can you put it on for me?"

Spencer turned and pressed his face toward the wall, ignoring you. "Not a baby!" He grumbled.

You sighed. "Spencer c'mon. Please?" He continued to ignore you.

"Spencer Walter Reid... you need to put this diaper on right now. You're too tiny to pay attention to your bladder right now anyway. And you know mama doesn't mind." Spencer glanced at the restrooms door. "People will see my puffy bum!" He whined.

"They're all busy with paperwork babe, here you want to cover it with your cardigan?" Spencer thought about it and decided that was the best solution for now at least.

"Good boy." Once Reid was successfully fully changed and his soiled clothes were zipped into a plastic bag to be washed later, you rushed Spencer down to the car.

As soon as you two got home, Spencer ran toward the house. Thankfully he wasn't too clumsy in headspace. You weren't surprised when you followed him that he was already waiting for you in just his diaper, waiting patiently for you to draw a bath for him.

"Good job baby! Thank you for helping mama by getting all ready Here, you pick out your towel and mama will start the bath for you." You told him. "'Kay mama."

While Spencer was picking out his towel (he usually picked one of the fluffy ones), you drew him a warm bath and tossed in a few toys to cheer him up a bit.

"I got it mommy!" Reid chirped happily. You turned around to see him rubbing the fluff against his face, stimming. "Good job baby! You want a bath bomb?" You pointed to the basket of bath bombs on the shelf. "The watermelon one!" He screamed as he reached for the bath bomb on the top of the pile. "Inside voices baby." You reminded him as you rubbed his shoulder. Spencer looked down, nodded. "Sorry mama. I try." He told you as you unwrapped his bath bomb and gave it back to him so he could toss it in.

Spencer was having fun in his colorful bath until he got his signature "I'm thinking too much" look on his face. "What's up baby? You okay?" You checked as you poured water down his back. "I'm sorry mama, not supposed to slip at work…" He murmured, avoiding your eyes. "That's okay baby! You didn't do anything wrong, I know it's hard to hide it and you can't help when you go down. You did a good thing calling mommy."

"Got distracted." Reid confirmed, nodding. "Right, everyone gets distracted baby, it's okay! And you told momma you needed a change like you're supposed to do. You didn't do anything wrong bub. You're still my big boy." That made Spencer, just a little bit.

"No time out mommy?" He asked, eyes hopeful. "No baby, I'll never put you in time out for going potty okay?" He nodded as you pulled the plug and wrapped him in his fuzzy towel.

"Alright let's go get your jammies... any ones you want to wear?"

"SPONGEBOB!" He exclaimed, picking his favorite PJ set.

"Spongebob jammies it is then sweet boy!" You chuckled as you took him to his little nursery

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My first little!Spencer fic! I hope you like it!!!

@yumm1-yuk1 @elvisthesillygoose @mooodyblue

[b00inazkaban]

MASTERLIST #2

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Let me know if there are any characters you’d like added and I’ll look into it! :)

Smut = **

What I will NOT write for under any circumstance: R@pe, incest, anything to do with pee or poo, hardcore bdsm or anything like that type of smut, kidnapping reader for love, anything stalker, abuse unless it’s for angst but I won’t go into detail about the abuse (though I will do like slapping/spanking for smut it cannot have malicious meaning behind it, and there is always consent for that)

Also let me put this by itself, pregnancy is also way off the table. It’s 6 feet underground. I understand it’s part of life and it’s beautiful , and that’s for people to decide but personally I find just the concept of that horrifying and gross. I do breeding kink yes, but no description of pregnancy. (No hate to pregnant people I just can’t stand the concept of pregnancy in any form.)

MARVEL:

☆ Tony Stark

☆ Steve Rogers

☆ Bruce Banner

☆ Natasha Romanoff

☆ Clint Barton

☆ Bucky Barnes

☆ Sam Wilson

☆ Peter Parker

☆ Thor Odison

☆ Loki Laufeyson

☆ Dr. Stephen Strange

☆ Peter Quill

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☆ Mantis

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☆ Steve Harrington: Steve Harrington x FtM reader**

☆ Robin Buckley :

☆ Nancy Wheeler:

☆ Eddie Munson:

☆ Johnathan Byers:

☆ Argyle:

☆ Billy Hargrove:

☆ Mike Wheeler: Little!Mike x GN!CG!Reader

☆ Dustin Henderson

☆ Will Byers

☆ Lucas Sinclair

☆ Eleven Hopper

☆ Max Mayfield

☆ Jim Hopper:

☆ Joyce Byers:

☆ Dmitri Antonov:

Poly Requests:

HARRY POTTER/MARAUDER:

☆ Harry Potter:

☆ Ron Weasley: CG!Ron Weasley x Little!GN!reader

☆ Hermione Granger:

☆ Fred Weasley: CG!Fred Weasley x Little!Fem!Reader

☆ George Weasley: George Weasley x reader ; CG!George Weasley x LittleMale!Reader

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☆ Draco Malfoy:

☆ Blaise Zambini:

☆ Enzo Berkshire:

☆ Mattheo Riddle:

☆ Theo Nott:

☆ Pansy Parkinson:

Marauders Era or Lighting Era:

☆ Lucius Malfoy:

☆ Narcissa Malfoy:

☆ Severus Snape:

☆ Bellatrix Lestrange:

☆ Barty Crouch Jr. :

☆ Evan Rosier:

☆ Pandora Rosier:

☆ Zahara Zambini:

☆ Regulus Black:

☆ Sirius Black:

☆ Remus Lupin:

☆ Lily Evans:

☆ Marlene McKinnon:

☆ Mary McDonald:

☆ Dorcas Meadows:

FANTASTIC BEASTS:

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☆ Thesus Scammander:

☆ Jacob Kowalski:

☆ Queenie Goldstein:

☆ Albus Dumbledore (young):

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CRIMINAL MINDS:

☆Aaron Hotchner

☆ Jason Gideon

☆ Spencer Reid

☆ Derek Morgan

☆ JJ/ Jennifer Jareau

☆ Elle Greenaway

☆ Penelope Garcia

☆ Emily Prentiss

☆ David Rossi

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BRIDGERTON:

☆ Anthony Bridgerton

☆ Benedict Bridgerton

☆ Colin Briderton

☆ Daphne Bridgerton

☆ Eloise Bridgerton

☆ Simon Basset

☆ Penelope Fetherington

☆ Queen Charlotte (Young)

☆ King George (Young)

Poly Requests:

Queen charlotte x reader x King George

TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES:

☆ Leonardo: NSFW alphabet

☆ Raphael:

☆ Donnatelo:

☆ Michelangelo: Mikey x Reader

☆ April O'Neil:

☆ Casey Jones:

Poly Requests:

Poly!TMNT x Fem!Reader; April 4-in-1; turtles are manspreading and you want payback 😚

Poly!TMNT x Fem!Reader; Casey tries to flirt with reader but she puts down the idea and the turtles are proud

TOP GUN:

☆ Pete Mitchell "Maverick"

☆ Bradley Bradshaw "Rooster"

☆ Jake Seresin "Hangman"

☆ Natasha Trace "Phoenix"

☆ Robert Floyd "Bob"

Poly Requests:

THE HOBBIT/LOTR:

☆ Thorin

☆ Bilbo

☆ Fili

☆ Kili

☆ Dwalin

☆ Bofur

☆ Bard

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☆ Carlisle Cullen

☆ Esme Cullen

☆ Emmet Cullen

☆ Rosalie Cullen

☆ Alice Cullen

☆ Jasper Cullen: CG!Jasper Hale x nb!little!reader

☆ Edward Cullen

☆ Bella Cullen/Swan

☆ Jacob Black

☆ Garrett

The Volturi:

☆ Aro

☆ Caius

☆ Marcus

Poly Requests:

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☆ Katniss Everdeen

☆ Petta Mellark

☆ Finnick Odair

☆ Johanna Mason

☆ Haymitch Abernathy

Poly Requests:

LUCIFER:

☆ Lucifer Morningstar

☆ Mazikeen

☆ Amenadeil

☆ Chole Decker

☆ Linda Martin

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How To Train Your Dragon:

☆ Hiccup Haddock

☆ Astrid Hofferson

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☆ Ruffnut

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☆ Miles Morales

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Spider thoughts!

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Spider thoughts!

☆ Hobie Brown

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☆ Mal

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☆ @thoughtfulcreatornight x Raphael matchup

☆ Anonymous x Remus Lupin matchup

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I’ve redone my masterlist because I was vey unhappy with my first one, and I wanted to add pictures to go with it! I’ll also be adding all my new work onto here and my old work will be on the first masterlist! Love y’all! 💗

[jjtheresidentbaby]

Can you do cg JJ with little reader

˚. ❝₊˚ 𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 ❞ ˚₊·

» jennifer jareau x reader

» warnings: pet names

“All tucked in?” You nod with a smile up at Jj, the heated blanket she has wrapped around you as tight as possible is slowly warming up as Jj moves to grab a book from your nightstand.

“Y’know we might have to talk to Reid about going to the library at some point, we’re running low on books.” Trips to the library or bookstore with Spencer are some of your favorite things to do while regressed and Jj always says Reid is eager to help take care of you for the day too.

“I’ll talk to him tomorrow at work. For now, wizard of oz or Alice in wonderland?” The two books get held up for you to see, Jj nodding her head over to the wizard of oz one in the least subtle way possible.

“That one.” You giggle and point up at the book, smiling brighter when Jj does a small victorious ‘yess’ under her voice, you love seeing her goofy side that’s so rare on work days.

“Good choice sweetheart.” She praises and flips the book open, clearing her throat before starting to read the first line in an animated voice for dramatic effect. It’s something she always does when reading bedtime stories and something that always makes you smile.

[aew-kun-age-regression]

Hey! I love your blog and your blog has really helped me be more open about my age regression. Would you be open to write a story about cg!hotch X cg!reid X little reader? Thanks have a great day💕

Hii!! I am sooo sorry this took so long!! I was having really bad writers block and then I completely forgot about all the story requests I had!!

I'm so glad my blog has helped you with your age regression!! <3

I hope this is okay 😅

"At work.."

Pairings: Caregiver!Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid x Little!Reader.

Summary: You slip at work, lucky your caregivers are there to help.

Warnings: the briefest mentions of a case revolving children, nicknames (daddy, dada, sweetheart, sweetie, bub, kiddo.)

Daddy - Hotch

Dada - Reid

(Gender Neutral Reader)

‼️ THIS IS NOT NSFW ‼️

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You were currently sat at your desk. It was one of the rare days that the bau were in the office, working on paperwork.

You'd been slipping all day and we're finding it increasingly difficult to focus on the folder that sat currently in front of you.

The bau were unaware that you were a regressor. Well apart from Spencer Reid and Aaron Hotchner. They both knew. They had become your caregivers.

Hotch was the first to know after he found you in a cupboard in a hotel after a particularly hard case involving children, he'd noticed how upset you'd been during the case and was originally going to just check up on you, but upon finding you crying, with a pacifier in your mouth he'd had a change of plans. He spent that evening watching over you and then proceeded to approach you on the topic in the morning when you were no longer small.

Spencer had found out soon after. He was good at profiling and had noticed your childlike innocence. He spoke to Hotch who in turn spoke to him about the situation, asking Reid not to mention this to anyone else.

Soon after that interaction there was an incident where you had slipped at work. Hotch was too busy to be able to watch you so Spence volunteered. You ended up having lots of fun with him. And so from that point on both Hotch and Spencer became your caregivers.

Spencer approached you slowly.

"Sweetheart you feeling small..?" He asked you quietly.

You looked up panicked.

"it's okay sweetie.. it's just dada.."

You nodded, tears in your eyes.

"oh it's okay bub.. Do you wanna go see Daddy??"

You nodded again.

Spencer gently took your hand in his own and led you to Hotch's office, knocking gently on the door.

A simple "come in" from Hotch was all it took before Spencer guided you into the room.

"Reid?? What's wrong??" Hotch asked upon seeing you holding his hand.

"They slipped whilst doing some paperwork and I thought it would be best for them to calm down and be regressed in here instead of in the open.." Spencer spoke looking to Hotch.

Hotch gently hugged you.

"do you want to do some colouring kiddo?"

You nodded eagerly.

Aaron took your hand from Reid.

"can you go get their regression bag from the boot of my car??"

"of course"

Reid left to go get your bag whilst Hotch got you settled on the couch in his office.

"now daddy has to carry on working but I'll be in here with you, yeah?"

"mhm.."

"okay Sweetheart."

Reid came back quickly, knocking on the door and then slipping in. He placed the bag down next to you and kissed your forehead.

"I'm going to get back to work before the others start asking questions. Have fun okay bub?"

"okii dada!!"

"okay Reid."

You and Hotch answered.

You ended up colouring 4 different pictures, you chose to do two for each of your caregivers. Labeling 'dada' and 'daddy' on the respective colourings.

Hotch decided to drive both you and Spencer back to Reid's house.

Hotch made you dinner whilst Spencer sat with you reading.

You fell asleep calmly knowing that your caregivers would always be there to help you when needed.

[1littlevampire1]

little jeffery thought

I wish there was more masc!little reader x cg!spencer reid on here tbh.

Spencer reid would probably make the best caregiver ever!!

[angelbaby-fics]

we have the exact same taste!!

bucky, steve, eddie, and DEAN

i love dean so much, he was probably my first comfort character (or maybe spencer reid, i started the shows at the same time)

dean needs more love in the agere community

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AAHHHH OH MY GOSH!!!! 😍

for real, dean was literally the first person i ever projected cg headcanons onto waaaayyy before i ever even knew what agere was!! i remember scouring tags for ANY sort of platonic!dean x reader and absolutely devouring every single little sister!reader fic i could find!! 😅

i have deeply considered writing cg!dean or any sort of spn agere content since i first started writing here, but honestly i haven't hyperfixated on spn in a few years 😭 idk though, you never know when the random mood will strike me to fixate on a character (especially when im little lol!) sooo who knows!! 😳💕

thank you for sending this!! i love knowing that people can relate to my silly little obsessions!💕💕

[lover-i-lover]

Spencer's magic bag

Oh, Spencer's magic messenger bag. He has almost anything in that bag. Why don't we look at some times that bag has saved you and made everything better.

1.

Your case had gone late into the night and early morning, you were bagging on getting some sleep on the plane back, but the jet's blinds are broken. Leaving the sunshine state in the early morning, does not grant you the grace you were hoping for. You drop yourself down in the darker part of the plane, but the sun is still a big pain in the ass. Somehow Spencer is fine, he's not tired, hungry or anything and it makes you so mad. It shouldn't but you're fucking cranky, and sadly you know it. You hold an arm over your eyes as the sucky sun shines through the plane. You're really wishing you haven't forgotten your sunglasses in your suitcase. You give a slight groan and hear Spencer chuckle. You drop your arm and slump back in your seat, making room for Spencer to sit beside you. You lean your head into the crook of his neck. Spencer sets his messenger bag by his legs and throws an am around your shoulder. "What's wrong?" he questions, letting your head rest for the first time in hours.

"Nothing..." You sigh, knowing even if you decide to tell him there's not much he can do to help. Spencer needs his sunglasses, and if he does have painkillers it's probably the kind you need to have with food. "Something is clearly wrong, I'd like to help" He squeezes your shoulder and you snuggle op to him, bringing your legs op on his legs. "There's nothing to do Spence, but thank you" You say, hoping you'd be allowed to cuddle op to him even though the team is around. Spencer grumbles something to the affect of Yes but still, love you, I'm here. You nod slightly, still warm from the burning sun. A few minutes pass with you snuggled op to him. Suddenly, Spencer goes to pull you off and you almost whine. You know Spencer isn't big on PDA, but you were hoping that Spencer would grant you the grace the sun was denying you, though you haven't said it you expected him to notice.

"Something's hurting you" He states questioningly, gently tilting your head back onto the seat. You sigh, that didn't take long. "It's just a headache, the sun isn't helping" You half groan, shifting to lay against the one stretch of wall without a window. Spencer gives a sad smile, glad he was right, yet sad he was right because of course he doesn't like to see you hurt. You watch as he grabs his bag and brings it into his lap, that fucking confused you. He keeps books and case files in that thing, what's he looking for. You close your eyes. Tired and hot. Suddenly something is slipped onto your face, your eyes fly open in surprise. Sunglasses. You look to the top of Spencer's head, his own sunglasses set neatly behind his ears. "You just, have an extra pair of sunglasses?" you ask, as he brings you back into a snuggle. "Of course i do" He confesses, pressing a short, sticky kiss to your forehead. You smile, reminding yourself that you need to write a thank you letter to Diana for raising some a smart, sweet, and considerate son. "Thanks Spence" You mutter. Spencer smiles, pulling his own sunglasses down over his eyes, ready to fall asleep next to you. He shuffles close, leaning his head atop yours. You give a small happy hum, and let yourself sleep for the first time in two days.

2.

You've had a bad day. That's what you tell Spencer as you get in the elevator with him, your arms crossed over your chest, heavy bag slung over your shoulder. Your stomach grumbles and you're reminded that you've not had your usual lunch with Spencer because you've had an enormous amount of paperwork and just did not have the time. "Ahh. Thank you Baby" You whine as he slips the bag off your shoulder. Spencer chuckles and hikes the bag op on his own shoulder. You swear that man has no limit to what he can hold on his shoulders. He could carry 20 bags on one shoulder and not even get winded. You lean on his non bag shoulder and he sets an arm around you. You lay a hand on your stomach, hoping to quiet it. Spencer spares your stomach a glance and your face heats op in embarrassment. You definitely want your stomach to shut op now, and you're kinda regretting letting Spencer take your bag.

"Is something wrong?" He asks, rubbing your side lightly. The question seems odd to you. Is something wrong?, not what is wrong? Normally Spencer would already know something is wrong, or he'd wait to see if you give any more clues. Something must seem very wrong to him, if not he wouldn't be asking. "I'm hungry, starving actually" You confess, hoping that he would take pity on you and get you a snack at some local corner store. "Ha" he sighs, petting your side before letting og of you. You whine and sigh at the same time, whining for him to keep being a pillow and sigh because he won't hold you. "Just a minute Princess" He opens his own bag, digging around for something. For a second you hope he's got a snack, before remembering that he doesn't keep food with his books because some are first edition that he can't risk getting dirty.

You sigh again, and resign yourself to hunger until you get home. But hopefully just until you hit the street and find a store. Spencer nudges you. "Here" he says, and you open your eyes to find Spencer handing you a tapper wear box, layered in two plastic bags. "What is it?" You asks, undoing the plastic. "An extra lunch, a ham and cheese sandwich, crackers, half an apple, half a pear, and a box of apple juice. I always have one" He says, taking the plastic bags from you. Your stomach rolls in happiness as you lean op to kiss him. "You are magic!" you swear and open the lunch. You stuff the de-cored apple in your mouth and chew, then the de-cored pear. You sigh happly as the food settles in your stomach. "How does it not go bad?" you ask, starting to pick op the crackers. "I make the extra one and if someone doesn't need it. Then i eat it the next day and make a new extra" Spencer says, setting an arm around you. The elevator door opens and you two step out as you munch on his food. You remind yourself yet again, to write that damn thank you letter to Diana. Maybe it's better if you go see her actually. It's been a while since you two went to see her.

3.

The jet had just taken off when you realised. Well, more remembered. It was suspose to be a fun surprise for Reid later, but you got a not so fun susprise. It would just have been unpleasant timing. Had you been wearing underwear. So that's how you find yourself crying in the bathroom. You're wearing a skirt with no underwear and you just got your period. You don't wanna move off the toilet but you can't stay in the bathroom for ever. It's a 2 hour flight. What are you gonna do? had you packed underwear just in case? oh god you don't remember. You grab your phone off the sink. Which one of the girls might have underwear in your size? Emily? Would she even have an extra pair? Would any of them? You about to text JJ, hoping her mom instincts might mean she'd have an extra pair, when you get a text from Spencer.

I know something is wrong, please tell me what so i can help you

You sigh. God damn you've been in for too long. You grab some paper and dry your tears. You love that man. So, so much. You'd die for that man right now. You switch to your chat tread with your boyfriend.

I'm having some femmine issues, would you mind checking my bag for underwear and a pad?

You find yourself blushing a bit, it's not something you like discussing with Spencer. It's not that he doesn't understand. He's actaully a bit too understanding sometimes. Letting you take out your frustration on him when you don't know what else to do and letting you cry on his shoulder when you've realized what you've said. There's a knock on the door and you gather yourself before answering it. Spencer slips you a small bag you don't recognize. You take it and shut and lock the door. You sit back down and open the bag. You could hug that man to death right now. A few months ago, you'd caught Spencer looking through your underwear drawer. He insistsed that he wasn't looking to take anything, and he didn't. You laughed about, if he wasn't gonna take anything then way was he looking? You have your answer now. The bag has a pair of black boy short and 4 pads. Is it kinda weird that he brought you underwear and somehow has it on him exactly when you need it. Maybe, do you care right now? Fuck no.

You fix yourself, making sure there would be no evidence of your little accident. You stick your head out from the bathroom and motion for Reid. Spencer quietly comes to you. No one bothering to look at you two. You pull him inside the bathroom. He looks both suprised and a little scared. You lock the door behind him. "Do they not fit?" He asks. "No, they fit fine. But my god, i could just-" You grab his face and kiss him feverishly. He doesn't quite give you the response you hoped for, only kissing you gently. He places his hands on your waist, gently pulling away from you. "I'm sorry, we're on the clock" You mumble, petting his cheek. "But thank you so much" you murmur, pressing another quick kiss to his lips before you send him out ahead of you. You gather yourself for a moment before walking back out.

You sit down next to Spencer, throwing your legs over his, snuggling op to him quickly. "Better?" He asks. You nod. "Thank you" You whispser, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. "Anytime" spencer smiles slightly.

4.

You lay down on the couch on the jet. Feeling so tired and small. You just wanna go home. While the team knows you're a little so you don't have to hide or try to stay big. JJ was the first to notice and give you a blanket to snuggle with. It was a hard case, really hard case, a mother and a son killing the son's father figures before killing killing his actual dad. Spencer's sitting with your head in his lap, petting your hair. You wish you were home with Spencer, home with your daddy and stuffies and little gear. You glance op to Spencer, blinking a bit. He glances down to you. "You okay baby?" Spencer asks, setting his book aside to give you all his attention. You bite your bottom lip, toying with your thumb as well, hoping for permission to suck your thumb.

Spencer tilits his head in confusion. "Baby, what's wrong?" He asks, petting your hair gently. "Daddy..." You mumble, not wanting the others to hear. "Daddy's here" He whispers back to you. You pout, snuggling closer, blinkinng at him uselessly. You shuffle around a bit, bitting harder at your lip, hoping he'd cach your hints too. "Oh, baby don't hurt yourself" Spencer says, petting you cheek. You whine and Spencer grabs his bag and looks through it. You sigh lowly, why's he ignoring you? Suddenly Spencer's slipped a pacifier into your mouth, you huff in surprise. "Better?" He asks. You nod happily, sucking on the pacifier. "Good, need anyting else?" Spencer asks gently, petting you hair and face. You mumble through the pacifier, hoping he'd understand you. "Stuffie? You have stuffie?"

Spencer reaches into his bag again, pulling out a small stuffie, before tucking it close to your chest. "There you go little one" Spencer coo's lowly, continuing to pet your hair. You snuggle close to him, happy to have some comfort. You didn't even know Spencer brought a pacifier with him in his bag, but you're not complaining. You're very happy. "Okay, just get some sleep little one" Spencer coo's, gently petting your back, you relax at his touch, feeling asleep quickly.

You are woken op by the jet landing and Spencer gently rousing you. You hum, still sleepy. "What?" You ask, blinking a few times to really open your eyes. Spencer's helping you to your feet, arm around your waist. You pout when you realize you no longer have your pacifier. Spencer gently coaxes you op and fixes your clothes. You whine lightly, looking around for your pacifier. He slips it back in your mouth and you smile sleeply. "Come on Baby, Emily's taking us home" Spencer says, guiding you down from the plane stairs. "Cold" You mumble, shivering. "I know baby it's okay" He reasures you as the two of you get in the back of Emily's SUV. Spencer gently buckles you in and lays his jacket over you. "Thank you daddy" You mumble without thought. Spencer blushes and you can hear Emily laughing lightly. But only barely, you're too tired to care. You lean close to Spencer, snuggling close.

[lover-i-lover]

hii! i really loved your magic bag story!! i was wondering if you could write more caregiver!Spencer with little! reader? if not no worries!! 💗

I most certainly can my friend. I've actually been looking to write some more of that. And you sparked a little idea in me.

"Baby I'm home!"

You had been home all all day, in short. You're regressed, you're needy, and you are getting close to a meltdown. You tug on the sweater you borrowed from Spencer, wishing he was home already. You throw yourself down on your play mat, the nice, comfy play mat Spencer had put op for you in the living room.

Your ear perk op as the sound of a door being unlocked filles the space. You look at the hoping, pleading for it to be Spencer and not Auntie Penny sendt to look after you because he's not going to be home for a while.

"Baby I'm home!" Spencer calls, you smile and jump op, rushing at him. "Ouf..." He takes you takes you into his arms, hoisting you op around his hip. "Do i have a clingly little princess tonight?" He asks, kissing your forehead. You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck, and legs around his waist. "Oh i do?" Spencer asks, bringing you to the living room, setting you down on the couch. You nod wildly, unhappy to be set down as you grab for Spencer. "I know, i know princess" He sqeuzzes your hands before going to the kitchen.

You whine, stomping your feet on the floor. "Daddy!" You yell for him, he's home and he's just leaving you alone? That's not fair! You deserve his attention, don't you? Spencer gives you a small smile. "I'll be there in a second Baby, promise, just a second" He reasures you as he grabs something from his jacket. You look at him, now curious of just what your Daddy is getting you.

"Close your eyes, Daddy has a surprise for you"

And so you do, waiting (And bouncing) as Spencer makes his way back to the couch where you are. Something falls into your hands and Spencer caress your cheek. "Open your eyes baby"

As smile and jump to hug your Daddy. "Thank you Daddy! Thank you!" You giggle, letting go to open the op the new pacifier. Spencer chuckles, watching you with a smile. "You're welcome baby, I know I've been busy the last few days, i hope you like it" Spencer says, siting down on the couch, waiting for you to join him. You do, fumbling with the box.

You smile down at the pretty purple pacifier. You smile and kiss Spencer's cheek. "Thank you Daddy, i love it" You say, pulling it from the packaging. You look to Spencer, hoping for his approval. Spencer chuckles, pulling you into his lap. "Go on, try it for Daddy"

You pop it into your mouth, smiling brightly as start to suck on it. Spencer smiles, stoking your hair. "Such a good little girl" Spencer praises you, gently tucking some hair behind your ear. You blush, still not use to Spencer praising you.

"Ready for some cartoons Baby?"

You nod, happily sucking away at your paci. Spencer sets your play mat in front of the TV and sets you down on it with some colouring pages and crayons. Spencer sets behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder as you colour him a picture.

That picture later ends op on the fridge.

[lover-i-lover]

Night night.

It's sooooo late, and you're waiting op for Spencer, you know you shouldn't, but you can't go to bed with cuddles from your daddy. That's just impossible, so impossible!

You're rubbing your eyes, starting to grow fussy from staying op way past your bedtime, you know Spencer isn't going to happy with that, but you're hoping for a little leniency tonight. You're in your coziest little clothes, pacifier still in your mouth.

You hear a door open and you get op, shuffling op to meet your Daddy halfway. Spencer's taking his shoes off when he looks over to the sound of shuffling. He smiles as you open your arms wide to be picked op.

"Hello there sweet one" Spencer hoists you op on his hips. You settle into it quickly, wrapping your arms around his neck. He gently pats your bottom, rubbing you back in his other hand. Now happy in your Daddy's arm, your grumpiness is replaced with pure tiredness. "Oh you've been op late huh?" Spencer chuckles, patting your bottom firmly. You babble incoherently as Spencer puts you down on your bed while he changes.

You babble sleepily, the light in your bedroom is orange and is making you even more tired as you lay on you back. Spencer leans down, kissing your forehead. "it's night night time now little one" That makes you whines. You wanted cuddles, not night night. Spencer hushes your protests by peppering kisses over your face. Of course it works, it always does.

As Spencer settles in, you tuck yourself tight against his chest. He chuckles, and takes you in his embrace, you're too sleepy to care. So you snuggle close. Finally having gotten your cuddles, you can sleep. And, you sleep like the baby you are, snuggled op close to Daddy, deep asleep.

[lover-i-lover]

Little Spencer

You know something is wrong when Spencer calls you from a damn payphone. Your first thought is obvious, did he shoot op? And if so, where in all of hell is he. "Can you come get me?" his voice is shaky, with a small hint of desperation "Are you high Spence?" you blurt out, sticking a hand on your hip for stability. "What? no, no I'm not high" you expected him to sound offended, not sad and small. He doesn't ask the question again. "Where are you?" you ask, grabbing your keys off the counter. "Main, down on Ashely, by Reliy's cafe" He gulp's. "I'll come get you, but you better tell me what's going on right know" You demand, slipping on your shoes.

"I, I need you" "What?" You struggle to put your coat on with one arm. He needs you, what does that mean "I, need. I'm feel sm-tired. I just need to be home right now" He stammers. Small, he almost said small. Oh god it's really happening. He's regressing. Just like the therapist suggested he should try to. "Small? Are you feeling small honey?" you ask, trying to hide a smile. "Yes, a little. Will you please come get me?" It's the closest he can get to begging in public without getting some damn sassy side eye. You close the door and slide the key in. "I will, one little thing first. Why are you calling from a payphone and not your cellphone?" You ask, enjoying your own word play. You hurry down the stairs. There's a small noise over the line. A whimper. "It's dead" he admits. "Okay, is the team with you?" You ask, unlocking the car and switching the call to your ear piece and tossing your phone in the glove compartment. "Yes" "I need you to stay with them, i don't want you wandering off and getting hurt. Can you find Morgan?"

"Mogan's not here, he's with Rossi" He says. "Who is there? Who can keep an eye on you until i get there?" You ask, turning out from your housing block. It's a short drive, luckly. Only 6 minutes to get to Ashely down on main. You hope Specer is okay "I don't need a babysitter" He grumbles, most likely crossig his arms. "If you need me to get you, then you might need a babysitter. Now tell me who's there" You demand, turning down the street. "Garcia, and JJ" He says, mostly certainly pouting slightly at this point. "Then go ask Garcia for a hug. Tell her you don't feel well and that I've asked her to keep an eye on you until i get there. Tell her I'm worried sick about you and I'm breaking every traffic law to come get you" You instructs, turning down the last street, only 3 minutes now. There's a giggly excitement in your stomach. Spencer's doing what the therapist told him too, he's finally letting the therapy have effect. "Okay, she's in the store I'm gonna go" Spencer mumbles. "Good, I'll be there in 3 , stay with Pen" You say right before the line cuts out. You heave a sigh of happiness, stepping firmly on the gas.

You park right by the payphone, finding Spencer and Penelope sitting on a bench outside. Spencer's dressed the same way he was yesterday, purple button op with a dark grey vest over it and dark blue jeans. Penelope is of course, fussing over him, asking why he didn't say something sooner. You open your arms for him and he melts into your hold. You give Penelope a thank you, nod before taking Spencer to the car. While you knew he wasn't going to be publicly showing off the fact that he's feeling small, you thougt, or hoped he at least looked a little off. No pun intented. Spencer settles into the passager seat, something you've gotten use to. You squeeze his hand, trying to find some clue to his headspace. He doesn't say a word, only gently squeezing back. You smile, either he's too embarrsed to talk, or he can't. You lean over and buckle him in. "I'm gonna take you home now, okay?" You ask, letting your hand run over his knee for a breif second. "Okay..." he mumbles, voice light and bittle as he lays his folded hands in his lap. "Hey.." you coo, laying a hand over his. "It's okay, tell me what's going on" You ask, letting him pull one hand out from under yours. He curls his hand op his chest. "Are you cold Baby?" You ask. He shakes his head lightly, starting to pout. "What's wrong then?" you coax, powering op the car. Spencer whimpers and you chuckle. "I don't speak whimper code Baby boy" you tease. He whimpers again, wiggling his feet. You glance over, what's he really saying? "What? Baby the only thing i think you might want right now, is to suck your thumb, but i know you don't want that because you find it unsanity" You say, trying not to chuckle. He nods, and you let yourself chuckle as he blushes. "There's baby wipes in the glovebox, clean your fingers, carefully under your nails, then go ahead" You instruct, pulling your hand to yourself. You focus on the road as you hear Spencer open the glovebox and grabbing the packet of wipes. He picks out one and begins to clean his hands. Then he takes another one and cleans under his fingers nails. "Aw, look at you. So smart" You praise, rounding the corner. Spencer puts the wipes back, bitting his lower lip. You catch his look of hesitation. You take a moment to decide if you should press or let him comfort himself about it. "It's okay, no one's gonna see you. It's just you and me" You say, laying a hand on his knee. You hear him whine quietly as he slips his thumb into his mouth. You think it might be a good idea to get a pacifier. It's more satiny, easier to keep clean. And you'd have control of it, you can't take his thumb away, but a pacifier you could. You can force a pacifier into his mouth, his thumb? not so much.

Woah woah woah! you are way too far into undiscussed territory. Dial it back for a second. Pacifiers, undiscussed, no consent given. You're gonna have to ask about that. Forced headspace, undiscussed, no consent given yet. You're gonna have to ask about that too. Any forcing a pacifier or anything into his mouth, not discussed! You finally pull op in front of your appartment block. You glance over to find Spencer half asleep with his thumb firmly in his mouth. You hate to do it, but you reach over and gently take his thumb out from his mouth. He whines a bit but let's you pull it out. "You can continue when we're inside, okay? Because right now, we gotta get you home" You wipe his wet thumb on you shirt and unbuckle his seatbelt. He nods and you get out from the car. He follows you closely op to the appartment, mostly because he can't stray far from you cause you've got an arm around his waist. Which is not something you usualy do, but, you wanted to. You get into the appartment and the second the door is closed, Spencer's sucking his thumb again. You focus, very hard to not chuckle. Because that's wildly insensitive. But maybe that pacifier is a good idea. You brush a hand over his hair. "You doing okay there baby?" You ask sweetly, as you guide him to the couch. He nods and you pet his back gently. He lays down on the couch without much proment, his eyes only half open. It's strange sight, Dr. Spencer Reid laying on your shared couch while sucking his thumb.

For one, you never dreamed you would share a home. Never dreamed you'd get Spencer into therapy. Never dreamed of this. You lay a blanket over him, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "Hey, you okay there baby boy?" You knell down in front of him. He's not really reacting to you, so you stoke hos cheek. He leans into your touch. Maybe you should get him into some more comfortble clothes. He shakes his head a bit. "Should i get you into some comfy clothes? Would that help?" You ask, continuing to stoke his cheek. He nods slightly, slipping his thumb out from his mouth. You want to tell him to keep it in his mouth, but you don't wanna push. He wipes his thumb dry on his shirt. "Yeah? okay. What do you say to.......sweats and a hoodie?" You ask, moving your hand to stoke his hair instead. His eyes are still only half open as he shakes his head. "No, okay. What about sweats and a sweatshirt?" You coo, hoping you've struck right with the clothes. He nods, and looks down to his thumb. You smile. "I'll get that for you baby, you just relax and suck your thumb if you want" You encourage. He slips it back in his mouth and wiggles a bit to settle comfortable on the couch. You smile even wider and hurry off to find the promised clothes. Oh, he's relaxing, and he's actually letting you take care of him. This is good. Really good. You find dark grey sweatpants, a black tanktop, and a light grey sweatshirt.

You find Spencer asleep, so you rouse him a bit before helping him sit op. He's still sucking his thumb as you pull the vest off him. It makes it a bit more difficult, but you don't mind. The soft cotton of the vest is a bit worn out and thin in some places. He's wearing it to death. You pull his shirt op from his pants and get to work unbuttoning it. You hear the pop of Spencer pulling his thumb from his mouth. "Mama?" He mutters. "Yeah baby?" You manage to get out in a reasonably coherent voice, or so you hope. Mama. Oh god, you were not expecting that. In any way. This morning he didn't even wanna talk about anything relating to therapy. Now he's calling you Mama. You slide the shirt off his shoulders and down off his arms. "I'm thirsty" he confesses. "Okay" You almost choke. Thirsty. He's thirsty. "I'll get you drink in a minute, what do you want sweetie?" You ask, picking op the tank top and he raises his arms and helps you along with getting it on. You slip the sweatshirt over his head. He shrugs, he's never been good at remreber what's in the fridge. You almost say coffee, but that doesn't feel right. "Apple juice?" You suggest, unbuttoning his pants. He blushes and pulls your hands away. This throws you for a loop. He's okay with you taking your shirt off, but not his pants. You hold out the pants, raising an eyebrow. "Do you wanna you try do it yourself Baby?" You ask, wondering just why it's okay to see him without a shirt, but not okay to see him his boxers. It's not like it'd be the first time.

He takes them from you, nodding. "Okay, you can absolutely do it yourself. Did you want some apple juice?" You ask again, chancing the topic to drinks. He nods and you head to the kitchen. Both to get him that damn juice, and to let yourself have a mini break down. You draw in a deep breath, bracing yourself on the kitchen counter. Juice. Apple juice. You find an old plastic cup you used when you'd broken your wrist and weren't trusted with actual glass glasses. You listen for any rustling. Has he finished changing yet? You draw in another deep breath. Okay, give Spence some juice, then what? What do you do then? it's midday, it's not even close to dinner time. Is it just cuddle time with some Tv? Would that take him out of the headspace? Or would it help? Okay, breathe. Breathe. Give your baby the juice, and let him deicde what he wants to do. You go back to the living room. Surprised that Spencer's not there. "Spence? Baby boo?" You call, setting the juice down on the coffee table. You hear a giggle from under the couch. Oh my. "Oh no!" You cry. "Where's my baby?" You bend down and pick op his clothes and start to fold them. "Oh no, I've lost my little Spencer where could he be?" You lay his folded vest down on the couch. Spencer's clearly hiddning under there, but maybe it's fun. It's gotta be fun. You lay a folded shirt aside, then his folded op jeans. You huff, hands on your hips. "Oh my, where's Mama's baby?" You falsely cry out. Then, Spencer sticks his head out from under the couch, smiling. "Here Mama!" "Oh my, there you are, you scared me" You lean down and pinch his cheek gently. You want to pick him op. But you're not sure you can, or that you'd be allowed to. He looks os cute, so sweet. You reach down and decide to try. If you fail, it'll be a fun mistake.

Spence giggles and laches onto your neck. You get an arm op under his legs, and he wiggles his feet. You smile to yourself, you can total carry him. Even if it's the last thing you do. You lift him op and dump him on the couch. He laughs as he bounces on the couch and your heart melts. You hand him the juice and he grabs it. You settle next to Spencer, watching closely as he finishes the drink in seconds. "Thank you" He sets the empty glass aside. "Your welcome baby" You say. He doesn't say anything for a few minutes, and you just wait. Hoping he'd eventually talk. When you realize he won't, you really wish there was someone there to help you with this. "Do you wanna watch some Tv?" You ask, in a hopefully tone. Spencer begins to pout and shakes his head. "What do you wanna do Baby?" You ask, trying desperately to make him feel happy again. You just want him to feel safe. Spencer shrugs, and quite frankly, you panic. You want to be a good caregiver for him, a good Mama but you've got no clue what you're doing right now. "D-Do you wanna play?" You ask, shifting closer and laying an arm around his shoulders. He pouts properly, violently shaking his head. "Okay, I'm kinda lost here Baby boy, what do you want?" You ask again, gently tugging on him. He turns to you, pouting and almost in tears. Oh no, no no no. No tears. He climbs ono your lap and wraps his arms around your neck. "Hi, hi Baby" You try to not franticly rub his back and give yourself away but you kinda fail. "You're okay Baby" You coax, letting him wrap his legs around you. Spencer rests his head on in the crook of your neck. Is he tired? is that it? "Are you sleepy?" You ask, shifting him slightly.

He nods, and you sigh in relief, petting his back soothingly. "Okay" you say, trying to keep yourself from asking a million questions. Does he want to sleep in your lap? Does he want to lay in bed? Does he need you to cuddle him to sleep? Does he need to lay down on the couch? You're about half way through every posble question when you hear Spencer snorring on your shoulder. Oh, oh. Sleep. He's sleeping. You grab his phone, okay power nap. How long is a normal power nap. What did Spencer say? 10 to 20 minutes, right? Okay, um, 20 minutes. You set a timer. What can do in 20 minutes? Better yet, what can you do with a sleeping Spencer in your lap? You can't do much with a sleeping baby in your lap. Wil the alram wake you too? Yeah, yeah it wil. You close your eyes, you deseve a nap too. You close your eyes.

You wake to a slight tugging, there's no alram blarring. Did you sleep through it? "Mama?" It's Spencer. You blink a few times, trying to open your eyes. "Yeah?" You anwser, shifting and feeling the heavy weigt on you. He leans into your neck, snuggling close the way a cat would. You wrap your arms around him. "Wake op Mama" "I'm awake" You say, pulling his face from your neck and kissing him. "I'm awake Baby" You repeat, squzzing him. He squeals. "Did you have a good nap?" You ask, setting your feet firmly on the floor. He nods, smiling wildly. "Good, good. You hungry?" You get to your feet with Spencer in your arms. "Mama!" He squeals, wrappinng his legs irmly around you. "Mhmm, you hugry Baby?" you ask again, ignoing his squealing. "Ah, mhmm" he half bites into his lower lip. "Yeah, that makes sense it's almost dinner time. And i know exactly what do to make" You say, and you mean it. "I don't get a say?" Spencer half whines, wiggling n your hold. "No, a baby shouldn't have to worry about food. Mama's got it" You coo, setting him down on the kitchen island. Something about his eyes seem different. Maybe it's just the warm kitchen light but you swear his eyes seem more dark. Like you're said something you weren't suppose to. Or that you've said something you should have said hours ago. Which remains unknown as you grab the bag that's been waiting in the fridge since your last therapy appointment. Well, bags. There are 4 in the fridge. Chicken nuggets, fries, and a small mix of veggies. The whole thing can fit in your biggest pan. Oh shoot, what are you gonna eat? Mhmmm.

Oh, make Spencer food, get him to eat while you make yourself something. Yeah, that makes. You pour some oil on the pan, then carefully place the food in different spaces on the pan. Knowing that Spencer's not a fan off food all mixed op. "Mommy?" Comes a small, brittle, voice. You turn in under a second. He's still sitting on the island, pouting slightly. "Yeah?" You answer, nodding. Okay, don't freak out. First Mama, now Mommy. Does that mean something? Don't regressors typically stick to one honorific? Is he just trying it out? Oh god calm down, don't let him see you freak out. He reaches out for you with both arms. You giggle a bit. "Okay" You say, leaving the pan for a moment to hoist him op on your hip. it's not easy to hold him with one arm, but you manage. You need to train your arms, you want to be able to hold him like this without issue. He snuggles into your neck. "Better?" You ask. "Mhmm"

So you have dinner, but you spend every second worrying he's gonna hurt himself with the fork. You decide you need child utensils, and a child plate. Oh god, you need a list. Garcia will help, right? she loves to shop. You will need to explain, and that's if Spencer's okay with you talking to her about it. "Mommy?" he asks from you chest. You've settled on the couch with him atop you. "Yeah?" You answer again, brushing a hand over his hair. "Can i....mhmm" he looks down to his hands. Seeming embarrassed again. You giggle lightly and reach for the pack of wet wipes you brought in from the car earlier. "Give me your hand" He does, like a good boy. This time, you clean his hand for him. Turning the wipe over, you carefully clean under the nail. You bend his thumb and stick it in his mouth. "There you go. I need to get you a pacifier, don't i?" You ask, hoping to coax an answer from him. He immediately starts to suck his thumb, blushing a bit. He doesn't answer, and so you bring a hand down and tap his back lightly. "Baby, how do you feel about a pacifier? I'm serious" He burries his face down in your chest. "Baby, I'm serious. Answer me please" You say. Spencer lays his head sideways, thumb tucked firmly in his mouth. You're first instinct is to threaten to take away the thumb sucking. But, you catch yourself, this is for him, not you. "Is it hard to talk?" You ask, rubbing his back. He nods, glancing op at you for a brief moment. "Okay, Pacifier. No?" You ask, he doesn't react. "Pacifier, Yes?" You ask, letting out a breath as he nods. You run a hand over his hair. "Okay, can you hand Mommy that paper pad and that pen?"

You take it from him and lay it on Spencer's shoulder to be able to write. "I'm gonna write some things down, and i need you to cross them out if you're not okay with it. Can you do that Sweetie?" You coax gently. You see him nod from the corner of your eye and you can't help but smile. After a bit more scribbling you hand the pen and paper to Spencer. You coo over him as he reads it. But when he hunches over the list you back off a bit, petting his back instead. it takes him a few minutes, which is how you know he's really thinking about it. He hands it back to you.

Pacifiers

Teethers

Kid plates and utensils

Bottles

onesies

Toys

Colouring books

Talking with Garcia about your regesstion

Talking to Morgan about your regression

Talking with Emliy about your regression

You smile and lay the papper aside. "Baby, you know if Garcia knows, they others might end op knowing at some point? Are you okay with that?" You ask. Spencer nods. "Okay" You say, brushing a hand over his hair again. Spence shifts to lay on top of you, and snuggles close to your chest. You feel like a puddle under him. This is the best day you've had in a while. It doesn't take long for Spence to fall asleep again. This must be tiring for him. You grab your phone off the coffee table. As you flip open your cover your phones lights op with a million different texts from the team. You're happy know the team cares so much. You stoke his hair and neck as he snores. You go on the round of responses, when you get to Garcia. You decide you need a phone call with your girl. She picks op on the first ring.

"Wonder woman at your servise" Penelope says over the line. "Hey Pen, I just wanted to let you know Reid's alright" You say, continuing to pet Spencer's hair. Spencer does this cute little meow kinda noise. "Aww, is that the mini genius?" She gasps. "Yeah. Um, listen. On the topic of mini genius" You drawl. "Oh god, tell me he's not leaving. I'm begging you" She pleads. "No, no" You say, continue to pet his hair. "He's not leaving, but there's something i want you to know. But you can not tell the others yet" You say quietly but firmly. "Oh my goodness, of course please spill Girl" She happily chimes. "It's not really that kinda tea but, have you ever heard of age regression?"

"Umm, yeah I've more then heard of it"

"Well, Spencer is a little. And i need some help with shopping for little things, it's online but I'd like your help, if you comfortable" You blurt out, hoping that if you got it out fast, then the rejection would be easier to handle. "Oh Mama you are on. Any ideas?" "I'll send you a list of things I'm looking for" You smile. And that's how you two weeks later end op with a 'care packet' from Garcia. A box of two pacifiers, a teether, a blue set of child plates and utensils, a light purple kid's sport water bottle with a bite valve, and the thing Spencer grabbed from the box the second he saw it. A white polar bear stuffie. You sent Penelope a handwritten thank you note.

[jjtheresidentbaby]

cg!spence and little!reader drabble, please? headcanons are okay too! i haven't been feeling the best, lately. thank you :) <3 this is also my first ask.

Lunch | Spencer Reid x little!Reader

summary: when lunch goes wrong you have to call in reinforcements

a/n: I’m sorry you haven’t been feeling the best lovely, my messages are always open to talk💕 also welcome to my ask box, always feel free to spam! (also ignore how I have a similar fic with Hotch)

genre: fluff

warnings: none

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“Spence is lunch almost ready?” You ask as you tug the fleece blanket from the couch behind you, pausing once you get to the kitchen and smell burnt food.

“Sorry baby, I kinda burned it.” Spencer winces before taking to lifting you onto his hip, you hide your face into his neck quickly to cover out the gross smell from the pan on the stove.

“How’d you burn mac and cheese?” It’s about the only thing that Reid can cook and you’ll both eat.

“I forgot water. Wanna call up Garcia and see if she has time to make us something?” You use to call up Rossi but after one too many nights of pasta Reid made the decision that you needed to find another person to bother with your lack of cooking skills.

“Can’t, she has a dance class today ‘member?” Reid hums, kissing the side of your forehead once you shift to rest your head comfortably on his shoulder, trying your best to ignore the lingering odor.

“Morgan it is.” He’s only ever been called once for food troubles, turns out Derek makes a surprisingly good dinner so you have hope for this lunch time.

“You wanna start another movie while I call up Der?” You nod, letting Reid carefully set you down to the ground before you can stumble back to the couch, giggling slightly when you hear Morgan’s mini lecture about Reid needing to feed you better food than burnt up mac and cheese.

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Hiii,how are you, I was just wondering if you could do cg Spencer Reid taking care of sick little reader thank you 🧡

Heyyy!! I tried with this but I'm having some issues with my writing ATM. I really hope you like this though!!

"Icky feelings..."

Pairing: Caregiver!Spencer Reid x Little!Reader.

Summary: You're not feeling well but luckily your caregiver knows you well and knows how to make you feel better.

Warnings: Talk about feeling unwell, fever, nicknames (baby and dada)

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Spencer wasn't a fan of germs. In fact he hated them, he had germaphobia and did whatever he could to stay away from them. At least that was until you showed up to the BAU, clearly sick.

You were sat at the round table, before everyone else had arrived and sat down when Spencer walked in. He sighed taking one glance at you.

"Baby... Your not feeling well are you..?"

"..no" You mumbled, head resting in the table.

"I'll talk to Hotch, I'll be back in a second okay baby"

Spencer kissed your forehead with a small smile and when towards Hotch's office.

He knocked on the door.

"Hey Hotch, reader isn't feeling well. I'm going to take them home and make sure their okay. If you need me on the case can you phone me."

Hotch looked up to Spencer, seeing the worry on his face.

"Sure Reid not a problem. I hope they get better soon."

And with the Spencer nodded and left.

He approached the round table and gently took your hand and picked up your bag along with his own.

"Come on baby."

He lead you to his car and got you buckled in before driving to his house.

Once he had got you inside he told you to sit on the sofa.

"Dada 'm cold..."

"Okay baby one second."

Spencer went to his bedroom grabbing one of this cardigans, and your teddy, that had been meaty placed by the pillows. He then went to the bathroom medicine cabinet, grabbing the thermometer.

He went back to where you were seated in the living room.

"Can I take your temperature please?"

"..mhm.."

Spencer took your temperature and realised you had a fever.

"You said you were cold yeah baby?"

"Mhm.."

"Here you go, you can only wear it for a little bit but for now wear this to warm you up. Yeah?"

He passed you your teddy and turned the TV on putting on your favourite show. He sat down next to you wrapping you in a hug.

"You're going to feel better soon okay baby. I promise"

[jjtheresidentbaby]

Hey could I please request any of the male characters from criminal minds cg x little reader who is socially anxious and awkward and is bad at talking to people so the cg would introduce them to himself for practice, before meeting someone else from criminal minds and just gradually building confidence with talking to people? I understand if not

Preparing | Spencer Reid x Reader

a/n: hoping I did this justice, i think I got what you were trying to say but if I didn’t please let me know

warnings: anxiety, teasing

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“I know this is going to be weird at first but it’ll help you prepare, all you gotta do is pretend like I’m the team.” Reid gives a wide grin as he stands in front of where you sit on his couch, a raised brow prominent on your face.

“The party isn’t for three days, we can practice now.” He continues when you seem skeptical. Although you’d like to argue that this is ridiculous, Spencer’s always been smarter than you, and you’re about willing to try anything to not be so nervous about meeting his team for the first time.

“Okay, what do I do?” You tilt your head at your caregiver, watching how his face lights up at you going along with his plan.

“Introduce yourself to me and I’ll pretend to be someone else on the team, that way you have some what of a run through of what will actually happen.” You nod to him, breathing in a big inhale to prepare yourself like you would during the real dinner party.

“Hi, I’m y/n, Spencer brought me along, it’s nice to meet you.” Even though you’re staring right at Reid and not a stranger, you still flush red as you wave small and decide that a hand shake is just too much.

“Hi y/n, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Garcia and I work with Spencer, I’m kind of a tech genius.” You giggle at the fake girly voice Spencer throws onto his words.

“You can’t laugh!” Spencer’s mouth falls open, laughing himself when you giggle even louder.

“Okay, okay, you can not laugh at Garcia when you meet her!” He comes to scoop you up, lifting you onto his lap when he flops onto the couch beside you.

“I don’t think Garcia would sound like that.” You tease, smiling at Reid’s fake offended gasp.

“You’ll just have to wait and see, but I’m sure she’ll love you.”

[jjtheresidentbaby]

Could i request something about little! Reader and cg Reid& Derek where the reader is sick, and has been for over a week, and they just stay with them the whole time and they watch cartoons together and colour. And maybe if it's okay, Derek could be called daddy and Reid bubba?

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five more minutes? | Spencer Reid x Derek Morgan x Reader

a/n: hope you don’t mind me not including the daddy part for Derek, I just find it hard to use in my writing but using bubba for Reid is adorable

warnings: pet names, reader being sick, Spencer being referred to as ‘bubba’

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“Sweetheart you gotta rest.” Derek coos softly from above you, laying the back of his hand against your burning forehead, it’s gotten no better since the last time, but also no worse so he takes what he can get.

“Wanna color.” You whine up to your caregiver, watching how he purses his lips and glances over his shoulder to where Reid’s heating up some leftover soup.

Derek had gone all out at the beginning of the week, making fresh chicken noodle soup, baking biscuits and even some homemade popsicles for your throat. As the weeks gone on all the food has dropped in quantity from the three of you eating it, this might be the last night of Derek’s soup from the look of Reid struggling with the container.

“Only for a little bit, then you have to eat and lay back down.” Morgan caves easily, as he does anytime you’re sick, he quickly pulls out a coloring book then some colored pencils for you to scribble with.

“Thank you Der.” You give the biggest smile you can muster before descending into coloring each shape in perfectly.

Though you only get a few minutes of coloring before Spencer’s coming over, food in hand, a huff at you hunched over a coloring book and not laying down like he instructed. He sets the soup down to the coffee table before turning towards Derek with a raised brow.

“What! Look at them, they deserve to color a bit.” He defends no matter how little it’ll do to stop Spencer from going full on caregiver mode.

“Little one, you’re supposed to be resting.” Reid sighs.

“But bubba, look!” You hold out the halfway colored in page to Spencer, shaking the item a bit just to make sure he sees it enough.

“It’s very pretty honey but you’re sick and should be saving your energy.” His voice is sweet and caring, moving to rub his thumb against your cheek with a small smile.

“Five more minutes, please?”

“Fine, five more minutes.”