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Masterlist

I write primarily for Spencer Reid, but will also write for other CM characters as requested :) please note: i haven't seen past s11 so I cannot write for luke alvez or matt simmons right now!

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UPDATED: 25/05/21

KEY:

☁️ fluff

🔥 smut

💔 angst

Series

A-Z of Spencer Reid Masterlist

Room Inn My Heart (For You)

Oneshots

Spencer Reid

Personal Google ☁️

Sometimes You Just Don’t Know the Answer (Personal Google pt 2!) ☁️

Right Where You Left Me 💔

Champagne Problems 💔

Gentle Love ☁️

Invisible String ☁️

What Are the Chances? (Invisible Strings!Universe) ☁️

Paper Rings ☁️

Too Good 🔥

Clementine ☁️

Last Kiss. 💔

Infinitesimal ☁️

If a Tree Falls ☁️ Picnic for Two ☁️

Emily Prentiss

Just Your Team? 💔

Specific Masterlists

I “Love you” Dialogue Prompt Blurbs

Crowdsourced Titles

1k Celebration Blurbs (Spencer x Reader)

Headcanons & Blurbs

Spencer Reid

College!Spencer x College!Reader  ☁️

12% 💔

Spencer playing with your hair after a bad day ☁️

Spencer and hobbies while on leave ☁️

Aaron Hotchner

Culinarily Challenged ☁️

Ever Since New York ☁️ 💔

The Team

How Everyone Figures Out You’re Together  ☁️

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tally marks

overview: the team cant help but notice reader and spencer's obvious affections towards eachother, so they start keeping track.

genre: fluff

a/n: i think this is cute can u tell i love mutual pining lmaooo but yeah this is a short one sorry anyway lmk if you guys like it :)

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everyone had their little thing that stayed on the jet. go bags come and go, hell, even agents come and go. but for their time being, everyone had a jet item that never left the plane.

for morgan it was his soundproof headphones. for hotch it was a very specific notebook. for you it was a small pillow that you adored. so on and so fourth

for spencer it was his blanket. his and only his because everyone has icky germs and a blanket lays all over someone when they sleep its a microscopic bloodbath. and he did not need any of that. he kept it on his unassigned assigned seat and would take it with him to sleep on the jets couch seat. so it really only ever touched him. it was his blanket that he never ever shared with anyone ever.

except for when he shared it with you.

one time, after a case that was particularly draining for you, he insisted you take the long seat on the jet so you could try and get some decent sleep. and you were out like a light but it looked to be a very uncomfortable slumber. your face was contorted with worry and your shoulders shook slightly every so minutes when a shiver would run down your spine. the jet was pretty cold and you looked like you could really use a comfy, warm blanket.

he pondered it for a second. did he mind your germs? no, not really. should he mind them? yes. but he doesn't. for whatever reason he would even be completely ok with you using him as your own personal blanket. he felt his cheeks heat up at the thought of being so physically close to you.

wordlessly, and selectively oblivious to the confused stares he was receiving from the team, he walked over to you and draped the blanket across your body; pulling it up to reach your neck and ensure maximum warmth. after all, humans lose 90% of their body heat through their head and neck. immediately the shivering stopped. you snuggled it closer and he couldn't help but smile watching you quickly find peace and comfort.

jj nudged Emily who cocked an eyebrow at Derek who smirked at Rossi who tapped hotch and they all took a second to watch the scene unfolding at the front of the jet. they could tell Spencer was already smitten before he even figured it out himself. they had their suspicions for a while, and morgan now owes prentiss $5, because this act of affection was confirmation enough for all of them.

Spencer felt a warmth grow in his chest, something he really only felt when he was around you. or thinking of you. or talking to you. basically, having anything to do with you. so he stifled his smile and went back to his seat, opening up his book and trying to ignore the teams eyes boring into him.

when you were shaken awake you were warm and safe and everything smelled like Spencer. and then you recognized Spencer's blanket had been draped across your body and you were holding one of the corners close to your chest. smiling at the mere thought of spencer, you looked up and were met with a smirking Derek.

"come on pretty girl, you're the last one on the jet again," he chuckled, helping you up.

"you can go without me i need to grab my things," you yawned.

he nodded and walked off leaving you alone with Spencer's blanket. you folded it neatly before placing it on Spencer's usual unassigned assigned seat.

the next time you guys were heading home on the jet you could tell Spencer was visibly very tired. a perfect coincidence set up by God himself to help you repay him for letting you use his blanket. you watched him scrunch up his cardigan countless times trying to make it a pillow comfortable enough to sleep ok but it just was not working. though, it was adorable watching his curls bounce around with each movement of his head, you wished some peace would grace his features once again.

you simply couldn't watch him struggle anymore so you walked over to him, gently lifted his head, and placed the pillow beneath it. he looked up confused but when he saw it was you and realized what you were doing he gave you a smile that made you melt.

the team once again took notice of this and started keeping a track of you guys in hotch's notebook. anytime you two did something couple adjacent, a tally mark would be made and bets were even placed on how many tallies it would take for you guys to realize your feelings. Derek told Penelope about it when they landed (because she was originally the one who had been trying to set you two up together from the moment you walked into the bullpen) and she had to be lead into another room to squeal. she was given an update on the tallies after each flight and often gave her own observations when you were all in office.

and so, they watched as you gave each other the blanket and pillow, brought one another coffee, read to each other, left work together, listened to each others none sense ramblings, hugs lingered, hands touched, smiles radiated, eyes met. they were rooting for you nerds to finally realize you were in love.

after one case, you had gotten a little bit injured. nothing major, just a cut on your hand after tackling the unsub, but it was enough to make Spencer fret. it was dangerous, and you shouldn't have been there alone. it could have ended so badly. but he couldn't even be mad at you. so you sat next together on the jet, silent and thinking, just glad to be in each other's presence. Spencer saw your eyelids drooping, looking more adorable than ever to him. he took the blanket that was bunched up next to him and draped it over the both of you.

you smiled at him, taking the pillow from behind your head and handing it to him.

"no you were using this." he whispered.

"its ok ill use your arm instead." you sighed sleepily, snuggling into his arm.

the two of you were bright red and absolutely soaring from being this close. dopey smiles were etched on both of your faces.

"how many is this?" prentiss asked, looking expectedly at hotch.

"this would be number..." he scanned the pages in his notebook, "87"

"for a couple of profilers they sure are bad at seeing the signs," Rossi chuckled.

they looked over and watched as Spencer pressed a kiss to the top of your head before resting his own on it as you snuggled closer to it.

"make that 88."

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Peace and Love — @just-my-fandom

Jennifer Jareau

Lockdown — @talatomaz Defenseless — @talatomaz

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Imagine Being David Rossi’s Daughter — @fandomlit

Penelope Garcia

Benefits of Friendship — @can-youimagine

Ralvez

Company — @mxchellesworld Collared Up — @amazingarfield We’re Not Gonna Leave You — @amazingarfield Roommate Agreement — @mercy-burning

Moreid

Duplicates — @lotsoffandomimagines Our Princess — @reids-chop-stick NSFW One Shot — @sinfulspencer

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Wakeup Call - BLURB

I’ve had this idea on the backburner for a while now, but my Discord friends and I put together a little kink challenge to come back to whenever we needed inspiration, so I figured it would be a great opportunity to finally get this done! 

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Category: SMUT (18+) Content Warnings: possession kink, consensual somnophilia (sleeping during sex), fingering, oral sex (female receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cum play/eating Word Count: 1.5k

MASTERLIST

Looking down at your sleeping form, Spencer's heart races possibly the fastest it ever had. He's never done anything like this before, and that alone rattles him with nerves almost as much as it excites him.

Key-word almost.

About a week prior, you were thinking aloud together, discussing things you'd wanted to try in order to spice up your sex life a little. Not that it's a bad sex life by any means, but just hours before you brought it up, Spencer had discovered something very interesting about himself.

He's very possessive over you.

You'd been on your back, on the brink of tears as he pulled a fourth orgasm from you, his hands gripping to your breasts for dear life as he pounded into you relentlessly, when he let it slip.

"You look so good like this, letting me take what's mine..."

The words seemed to finally spring you both over the edge, cries of intense pleasure erupting from your throat as deep, broken groans came from his.

After cleaning up and laying in bed wide awake just an hour later, it was obvious that there were some things to discuss.

Long story short, you both had found it extremely hot that he found himself claiming you as his in some way. And after a long discussion of other things you liked in bed, Spencer found out something interesting about you.

You have somnophilia.

And the way you'd described it to him had him hard again instantly.

It was the way you leaned into him, and the way you lowered your voice, softly explaining in detail how you loved the thought of being woken up to his tongue parting you and taking what he wanted regardless of your consciousness... It was the images running through his head of your still, sleeping body above him as he simply helped himself.

And more prominently, it was the words you'd said, implementing both of your kinks at the same time.

"I want you to claim me and take what's rightfully yours... And I want to be asleep while you're doing it..."

He came in his pants as soon as the words left your mouth.

Then, it was just a matter of setting a time and date to try it out.

The time is now, just a week later.

Spencer recalls the night before, how you'd gone over the basics of what you're comfortable with and what he could do— which is pretty much anything. You'd given him the go-ahead to fuck you however he saw fit, and with that, he could formulate a plan.

He'd peeled the blankets from your body and gently adjusted you so he could get to you more easily. Now your hands are rested gently over your stomach and your legs are spread just enough that he can fit between them.

Which is what he does, laying on his stomach and running his finger along the seam of your cunt, his eyes up to focus on your steady breathing. Slowly but surely he dips his finger in deeper and deeper, testing the waters and feeling you stretch beautifully around him. You're not awake to purposely clench yourself around him as you normally do, but all the same it's wet and warm and snug.

To take the next step, Spencer leans forward and darts his tongue over your clit, taking experimental little kitten licks until he's sure you won't wake just yet. That's when he lets himself get lost in the moment a little, serving a slow and steady rounding rhythm between his middle finger and his tongue.

The moment he hears a little whimper from your throat is the moment he pauses, slowly lifting his face to see that you've slightly adjusted your head on the pillow.

Though the thought of you waking up to his face between your legs is enticing, the jolt of excitement that surges through his body at the prospect of getting caught this early on makes him long for something else.

Your words ring loud and clear in his head, all-consuming and oh so alluring.

I want you to claim me and take what's rightfully yours...

Spencer removes himself from you then, leaning back to take off his pants and boxers. Once everything is gone, he lets you be still for a minute or two, making sure you're truly sound asleep. And as he kneels over above you, languidly jerking himself off between your legs, it becomes increasingly harder to resist the urge to wake you up right now and fuck you hard into the mattress.

He holds off, though, getting comfortable and settling himself perfectly between your thighs, lining himself up and preparing to fuck you slowly.

The very second he slips inside of you, he holds back a loud groan, settling for a sigh that would have had you in shambles had you been awake to hear it. He's so thoroughly wrecked and overwhelmed by the situation at hand that he almost comes right then and there.

He holds out though, at least for a few gentle thrusts. But by the sixth one, he's already coming, filling you with his release and praying he knows how to proceed, because he truly hadn't expected a premature ending to this excursion.

He pulls out of you and leans back on his heels, surveying your body— still succumbed to the lull of unconsciousness. When his eyes land on your exposed and dripping pussy, though, he gets an idea.

The thought makes him hard again, but he relents, getting back down on his stomach and bringing his tongue out to lick up the small stream of cum that's found its way out of you. His eyes roll back at the salty, bitter taste of the both of you together, and in no time at all, Spencer finds himself eating you out once more.

Now he takes his sweet time. And he's messy, plunging his tongue in deep and swirling around the cum he'd given you. And this time he isn't worried about moving you too much or making as little noise as possible.

He's decided that this is how he wants to wake you up.

He wants you to wake up knowing that he's already come inside you and marked you as his. He wants you to feel him everywhere. To feel his warmth, to feel his tongue spreading it around and making a mess of you...

Your eyes start to flutter open at the intense stimulation you're feeling, soft groans and whimpers falling from your lips until, finally, you're awake.

And it's even better than you imagined.

Spencer's tongue is lapping at you with fervor, and the sounds he's making... Once you realize that he's already come inside you and is now cleaning it up, you moan loud, your hands stretching outwards to touch him.

He pulls away with a glistening grin and a low, "Good morning..."

As hot as it is, though, you're close to orgasming, so you gently tug at his hair and pant. "Don't stop, please..."

You're grateful for his eagerness to finish what he started, his mouth attaching itself to you with a greed and need to possess that makes the high even higher.

It isn't long before he flicks his tongue rapidly over your clit and draws out your orgasm, using his fingers to fuck the rest of his cum into you at the same time. Even through the blood pounding in your ears, you can hear how incredibly wet you are.

And all of that totaled together pulls the lever that releases your orgasm.

Even as you come down, Spencer slows, though his tongue is still interested in cleaning you up. He laps at you slowly, the overstimulation burning just enough to feel pleasurable without it being too much.

When he finally pulls away from you, he kneels, his hands resting on your knees and a satisfied smile on his lips. "There. I think that's all of it."

You laugh, making grabby hands and trying to catch your breath. "Get over here and say good morning, Lover Boy..."

"Hmm, I thought I already did that," he muses, though he does as you asked anyway.

He greets you with a kiss, and the taste of your mixed fluids on his lips pulls a groan from your throat.

"Mmm, what a wakeup call..."

"So that was... okay?" he asks cautiously, his hand rubbing gentle circles on your arm.

"Oh, honey, it was more than okay... Seems like you thought so, too..."

He doesn't realize what you mean until you reach out and graze his erection with your fingertips. With a hiss, he flops his head on the pillow and takes in the feel of your hand wrapping around him.

"Well, since you've already eaten your breakfast this morning, I think it's my turn, don't you?"

Spencer doesn't stop you as your body snakes down the mattress and your head lowers to his crotch.

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Waiting Up | Spencer Reid Blurb

Summary: Spencer hates when you wait up for him, until suddenly, he doesn't.

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 531 words.

A/N: If this fic feels familiar to you, it's because I've had to repost it, since I can't find the original anywhere on my blog!

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Spencer wouldn’t often call you during the middle of the night, he’d want you to sleep, to have a night of peace and calm even if he’s out in the middle of nowhere hunting killers and saving people. He knew a month into your relationship that he never wanted to be that man who expects the other to wait up for them, expecting them to pick up the phone when you’re already in bed or answer the door when you should be asleep. And he knew, he knew from the moment he’d found you asleep on the couch while you tried to stay up until he got home from a weeklong case in Chicago, that he never wanted to be a man you lost sleep over.

But you, you wanted to wait up for him when you could, to pull him into your arms when he got back from a case, make him dinner, and sit with him while he tried to rid his mind of all of the recent horrific details, and most of all, you wanted to be awake when he came home, taking him to bed and tucking him under the covers before falling asleep tangled against his body. Those were your favourite nights, even if the both of you were exhausted and he needed a shower from flying and you had work early the next day. And even though Spencer kept telling you to go to bed, to sleep and that he would see you in the morning, you would never stop sitting on that couch and watching the front door, wishing for your fiancé to come home that little bit sooner.

And then suddenly, even after all his worries about your lack of sleep, seeing you on that couch became Spencer’s favourite thing, your body under a pile of soft blankets and the television still on but turned down low. For him, it was this constant reminder that there was someone waiting for him when he got back home, that he wouldn’t be coming home to an empty house or an empty bed, a feeling that used to fill the young doctor with dread. Now, as he gently wakes you up and you tug each other to bed, pull the covers over your bodies and rest against each other, Spencer is eternally grateful for every late night. He doesn’t care that he might have to leave again the next day, or that you’ll only be in his arms for a couple hours and this peace will never last long enough, he just fills that moment of gratitude with soft kisses and sweet smiles that you’re very keen to return.

As you’re drifting off to sleep and Spencer is holding you to him, he whispers out the line that you hear every night you wait up for him, but it never fails to make your heart burst.

“I love you, Y/N, thank you for staying.” Sleepy kisses and your fingers drawing patterns on his skin as he looks down at you with big, wide and love-filled eyes, he can’t help but grin and relax into your touch as you say, “I love you too, Spencer Reid.”

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His Greatest Mistake

Pairing: Spencer Reid x gn! Reader Category: Angst with a dash of fluff Includes: Sad Spencer, brief mention of injury, implied emotional cheating Word Count: 1.4k (oops) A/N: This was requested by @ssa-m-187 based on the song Be My Mistake by The 1975!  Thank you so much for the request, this one was a challenge in the best way and I loved every second of writing it ♡

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It was never supposed to be like this.  It was supposed to be him taking engagement photos with you, him sending save the dates with you, him sitting by your side and planning the wedding you had always imagined.

Instead, it was him clutching the picture he was so obviously absent from to his chest in the dim light of his apartment.

He knew something had happened the second he walked into the bullpen that morning.  The room was quiet, any and all previous conversation halting the moment he locked eyes with Penelope across the way.  

And he knew.  When her eyes shifted towards the floor and her breath stuttered in her throat he knew in his soul that it had to do with you.

But he never imagined this.

She dropped the picture into his hands with murmured words of comfort, leaving him with the promise that she would be in her office alongside a cup of coffee with his name on it if he needed to talk.

And as she walked away, he turned the picture over and felt his heart break into a thousand fragments with no hopes of ever being repaired.

The phrase ‘save the date!’ glared at Spencer from the top of the cardstock, but nothing compared to the feeling of ice in his veins at the sight of your smile.

It was a smile he hadn’t seen in person in 3 years, 4 months, and 12 days, but it still danced through the forefront of his brain each night he went to sleep and each morning he awoke next to his greatest mistake.

And as he sat in his apartment after a day of comforting glances laced with pity thrown at him from each direction he couldn’t help but relish on the what ifs.

What if he had loved you better?

What if he had fought harder?

What if he called you instead of her that night?

Loving you was the easiest and yet the most courageous thing he’d ever done.  With you, casual touches came quicker, tough conversations came easier, confessions of love flowed smoother.

Not like with her.

He had met you exactly 6 years, 5 months, and 18 days ago in the most cliche of ways- when he spilled his coffee on your shirt as you were reaching around him for your own drink.

Stuttered apologies somehow turned into telling stories over cups of freshly brewed coffee and before either of you knew it he was leaving the shop with your number in his phone and plans to see you again on Saturday at your favorite museum.

And then Saturday brought along the promise of more dates which turned into spending nights entangled under sheets and mornings filled with apartment hunting before finally signing the papers for a place of your own.

And for 3 years, 1 month, and 6 days it was bliss.

At least that’s what he liked to tell himself.

The bricks that had surrounded his heart were entirely non-existent when it came to you.  You held the key to the inner workings of his heart, and you would safeguard it with your life if you were asked.

And he held the key to yours too, but it turns out that only meant so much.

The majority of your relationship was simplicity in the sweetest form.  It was the feel of your favorite sweater, the smell of your favorite candle, the taste of your go to comfort beverage.

It was simple.  And yet, it was everything.

He longed for the moments a case would end and he could fall into your arms with the promise of drifting to sleep with the feel of your fingers mindlessly spelling ‘I love you’ along his back.  Time off of work was spent cuddled together on the couch, letting the sounds of whatever was playing on the television serve as the background noise for whatever silly debate the two of you had fallen into.

It was simple.  But somewhere along the way the simplicity gave way to complications.

2 years, 9 months, and 18 days into your relationship he found himself enthralled by a guest speaker at your favorite library.  You had to work late so you weren’t able to come, but at the moment he found himself grateful for that because it meant more time with her.

It meant more time to bounce theories off of her, more time to be absolutely captivated by her genius.

It also meant more time for them to trade phone numbers.

And later that night as he told you all about the speech and the amazing lecturer he had met you were ecstatic that the lecture turned out even better than he had hoped.

That ecstatic feeling probably would have dimmed if you knew about the phone number burning a hole in his pocket though.

As the weeks flew by he found himself calling her more and more.  It was never of a romantic nature, always related to one theory or another, but it was enough to draw his attention away from you.

And as the distance between you and him grew, and grew, and grew, one of you was sitting at home desperately thinking of ways to fix it while the other was making up excuses about misplaced paperwork keeping him at work while the low battery tone of his phone chimed away in his pocket.

And on the 1,132nd day the greatest love Spencer ever knew crumbled to the ground.

The case was bad.  So bad, in fact, that he found himself in a hospital bed for a few days after a close call with an unsub.

But as much as everyone told him to call you, you weren’t the one he longed to talk to.

As visiting hours ended and the team left his bedside to get some well-needed rest, he found himself glued to his phone talking to her.  

And while her voice was what he so desperately wanted to hear, he couldn’t help the pang in his gut every time he ignored one of your calls as yours was the voice he so desperately needed to hear.

On the plane ride home, he thought of all the ways he could explain the delayed homecoming to you, all the ways he could hide the wounds gracing his chest from you for the next few weeks.

But, he should’ve known someone would have told you.

He came home to your suitcases packed while you sat in the sea of luggage against the sofa you had picked out together in the blissful beginning of your relationship.

Oh, how he longed to be back there now.

He wanted you to scream, to storm out, to do anything that would lessen the guilt that maliciously tore at his soul.

But instead, you were calm, albeit heartbroken.  You explained you had a feeling something was going on, but the fact that he had gotten hurt and didn’t even tell you proved it.  You told him it was okay, that you wished him all the best, and then you left.  With a tear running down your face but your posture holding all the grace in the world.

And somehow, your calm nature in the midst of his internal storm made it even worse.

He needed to do something, anything, to get out of the apartment that was a living, breathing museum dedicated to your love.  

He should’ve chased after you.  But instead, he went to her.

And with that decision, his future was set in stone.

No matter how riveting his conversations were with her, they didn’t hold a candle to the debates he had with you.  With you, cuddles before bed were an honored tradition; with her, it was custom to stare at the wall and keep his hands to himself until he fell asleep to the thought of your smile.  

He saw you in everything.  In the bouquet she placed on the table (they were your favorite flowers), in the body wash she used (it was your least favorite scent- and because of that it was his least favorite, too), in the book she kept next to her bed (it was the book he used to read to you on nights you couldn’t sleep).

You were everywhere and nowhere all at once.

And now, as she called him to bed and he stuffed your photo in between the pages of the first book he could reach he knew without a shadow of a doubt that he had made a terrible mistake.

A mistake that he was destined to fall asleep next to that night, wishing that instead of her, it was you.  

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[meganskane]

fan fic writer appreciation <3

i got this idea from @virgo-gf where i share the masterlist of some of my favorite fanfic writers and friends (if they have one bc there are some who don’t have one)

there’s a lot of people i’ll have included bc i love u all so so soooo much so bare w/ me LMAOO

@ssa-m-187 — masterlist

@homoose — masterlist

@jareids — masterlist

@willowrose99 — masterlist

@spookydrreid — masterlist

@spencers-dria — masterlist

@goldentournesol — masterlist

@wifenumberfour — masterlist

@luvofyourlifeliv — masterlist

@drreidsboyband — masterlist

@mercy-burning — masterlist

@rigatonireid — masterlist

@alltooreid — masterlist

@spencerreidat3am — masterlist

@taralewiz — masterlist

@translukealvez — masterlist

@reidyoulikeabook — masterlist

@reidsnose — masterlist

@reidingmelodies — masterlist

@spencersawkward — masterlist

@differentkettleoffishalltogether — masterlist

@lipstickstainz — masterlist

@railmereid — masterlist

@dr-spencer-reids-queen — masterlist

@ellesgreenaway — masterlist

@eideticmemory — masterlist

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@wheelsup — masterlist

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@reidsacademia — masterlist

@virgo-gf — masterlist

@gubes-sweaters — masterlist

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@moderatelydelusional ... even though she doesn’t have a masterlist i don’t think but her work is chefs kiss

@slutforsalvatore — masterlist

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@hercleverboy — masterlist

[leahblackk]

Can you please please make a fic recommendation? I’ve been looking for some fics do read and I have read literally all tumblr in order to distract myself from reality

Hello friend, of course! Thanks for asking. And I see we have something in common, I do read to distract myself from reality as well! Glad to know I’m not the only one.

Well, I have a lot of favorite fics here so let me bring the list for you! But I will just let you know that I hope you are talking about Spencer Reid cause is probably the only one I read through my days and if it is about another fandom (such as HP or Star Wars) please let me know!

Here we go:

Because I’m doing this list I will add my favorite fic written by me as self-promotion because I’m making the list which means I do the rules so if you don’t mind I will recommend; The ghost of the library by me!

The second is one of my favorite fics ever and the very first fic I have read about Spencer Reid so it has a very special place in my heart; Private display of affection by @poguesofthebau and all of her work of course, she’s a great writer and we also share the pogues/Outer Banks love. Waiting for the second season bestie!

Okay this is more than one and that’s because I love everything she does! Space By @literaila (ugh I love that fic I’m always reading it and I love angst) this vast empty space (this one was the second fic I ever read about Reid so it has a very special in my heart as well) and her entire masterlist because come on! She’s amazing

One of my favorite writers @gubler-me-up and her entire masterlist BUT here are my favorites; Quick note. You’re amazing, I love you and i love everything you write! High tensions (this is actually about Matthew but I love the writing so why not) Profiling mishaps and let it happen

Also one of my favorites and I’m always reading through their masterlist but again, here are my favorites; On cloud nine, ask the girl out, for crying out loud, passive aggressive and the Sean Hotchner effect these ones for Spencer and now for Matthew (Yes I love everything they write) bunny (I cried reading this) Insomnia (what I have now lmao I haven’t slept in like hours) April’s fool, The super secret mystery project (please just with the title makes me cry) A story of hazelnut, bananas and loving your babe (I hope I get the name right) all these masterpieces by @babymetaldoll

Also one of my favorites writers and persons ever; @imagining-in-the-margins and Not your backup, battle of houses (I love Harry Potter so was very excited reading this) and pipsqueak (I am 4,11 so people usually make fun of me because of my height even tho I’m not that small and I don’t like when they do so but this, this is ✨) and for writers out there I’ll be adding these two that are like bibles to me Tips on writing Spencer Reid and I don’t know how to name this but basically tips for writers

Next obviously @reidyoulikeabook because duh! They are amazing and so talented; Basically it’s a masterlist and that’s because i love every single one of them so this is the A-Z masterlist

Cuddling on the plane by @idonotexiste this is just ✨chef kiss✨

If I’m honest it feels like love by @reidjumpers i read this in the middle of the night after having a nightmare and it just felt right.

To betray a Princess by @bloves-reid this is ✨✨✨ I never thought I could forgive someone cheating but THIS is ugh this is beautiful.

And that’s all I have for now. I know I missed a lot of fics but this is just it for now because are the ones I remember reading recently but I swear if I ever find the others I will make a pt.2 of this. And that’s it! Thank you so much for your attention!

I also put “they and theirs” or didn't even mention the pronouns because I didn’t found them on their bio so I’m sorry if that makes someone uncomfortable! I’m really scared to call someone by the wrong pronouns I will apologize for the rest of my life and cry.

[reidsnose]

doodles

overview: reader doodles on her hands a lot and spencer has to give into the temptation of coloring it in

genre: flufffffff

a/n: sorry ive havent posted a fic in like a week, ive been in quite a slump but i had this idea well after midnight but i just had to write it so lmk what u guys think of this one :)

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doodling on your hands: a once nervous habit that had seeped into your everyday life and now is just a regular habit. nearly everyday you would come to work with clean hands and get home with a mini art gallery on your non dominant one.

Spencer admired this from the moment he noticed it. at first he thought you had a tattoo but when you came back the next day with it completely gone, he was a tad confused, only to catch you doodling on that very same hand a couple hours later on the jet. he thought maybe it was an occasional thing, a habit you'd quit once you got better situated into the team, but after nearly a year you still left work almost everyday with some cutesy sketches drawn on your hand.

Spencer found himself looking forward to your doodles, imagining in his head what you might draw each day, and thinking of all the colors you would add if you had the time. being the great profiler that he is, he noticed a pattern: you subconsciously correlated your doodles with your mood.

after especially hard cases or just bad days you always drew roses.

when you were very happy you drew all sorts of fruits.

anxiousness bore little swampy creatures and lily pads.

tired days filled your hands with random, intricate designs that you didn't even have to try hard to make.

and content was anything else.

he was so impressed and absolutely adored your little coping mechanism. watching you concentrate on making those teeny pieces of art simply for your own pleasure was definitely a sight to see. the way your eyebrows furrowed and tongue poked out a bit was absolutely positively adorable. and soon he had noticed that he was looking forward less to the doodles and more to watching you draw them. and after that he began looking forward to just you.

you were sat on the jet with your back to the corner of the last seat on the plane, creating a pattern of roses on the back of your hand. Spencer plopped down in the seat next to you, growing tired of watching from so far away.

"that bad, huh?" he asked, noticing the type of flower you were gracing your hand with.

"hm?" you looked up, confused.

"you only doodle roses on bad days." he explained, pointing to your hand.

"what? no i don't!" you defended, " i just think roses are neat."

to be fair, you were having a bad day but he could've profiled that without the doodle. he cant be right, can he? there was no way you had a mood system for your doodles! unless there was.

"repetitive strokes are therapeutic, so roses being rough days make sense. the spiral in the middle followed by however many layered petals you want is a perfectly repetitive while still interesting enough to doodle."

"if i didn't know any better i'd say you've been spying on me, Dr. Reid," you teased, enjoying the slight rouge that appeared on his cheeks.

"what! no! i'm- i'm a profiler i notice patterns! i just- spying sounds creepy." he stammered.

"ok. how about admiring." you jabbed, turning a little red yourself.

"fine. but you know coloring helps too." he flipped back to the old topic of conversation.

"unfortunately i only have the standard blue, black and red ink."

"roses are red." he chuckled.

"interesting point," you bent down and reached into your bag, pulling out a red pen and handing it to him, "knock yourself out."

"what?" he looked at you slightly bewildered.

"coloring is therapeutic, you said it yourself. and you and i both know that you need something to relax you after a case like that. we all do." you explained, trying to be as nonchalant as you could knowing his skin would touch yours.

he grabbed the pen and clicked it open, coloring smoothly and slowly inside the lines you had already made in black, careful not to go over them and smudge the ink. you and him both tried your best to ignore the warmth shooting through your bodies from every place your hands touched. his fingertips lightly grazing your knuckles as he worked.you worked your way up your arm, giving you both space to work and by the time you landed, you had a half sleeve garden of surprisingly well colored (and somehow shaded) red roses.

you went home that night and bought a pack of colorful (washable) pens, hoping this little rose garden with him wasn't a one time thing. and even if it was, you would want to add your own pop of color to your doodles.

thankfully it wasn't.

you and Spencer found yourselves drawing and coloring on your hand a lot. he would catch you doing it and pop in over your shoulder just to add a touch of color where he thought it fit. and you began to feel sad washing off what the two of you had created that day, feeling nostalgic for time that has hardly passed.

and sometimes on the jet you would get tired of your own skin, so you would draw little doodles on his hand, often times leaving a little heart at the base of his thumb. these little hearts he avoided washing off for as long as he possibly could because they felt like a part of you was always with him. he started doing the same thing to your hand, a sort of signature the two of you shared.

most days, the doodles on your hands were pretty much fully colored in.

but now Spencer began to worry. what if you get ink poisoning because of his coloring? sure, the risk was statistically low, improbable even; but never zero. so one night after work he went out and bought a little sketchbook and on the front he scrawled,

"y/n's super duper special sketchbook"

upon receiving it, after giving him a hug he never wanted to let go of, you took a sharpie and started editing the title he had given it. so it now read:

"y/n and Spencer's super duper special sketchbook"

the two of you used up a whole page that day, front and back filled with all types of fruits. Spencer smiled to himself, knowing this had made you very happy. you took a second to take a step back and admire him doing the very thing he admired you for. and you understood why; he just looked so precious and you suddenly realized you craved the feeling of his hand touching yours. so you leaned over and drew a little black heart at the base of his thumb. he looked up at you, smiling widely before returning a red heart to the base of your thumb.

and you guys tore through that book, using a page a day and filling it cover to cover in no time. your own personal handmade coloring book. it turned out to be both of your most prized possessions, a pang of sadness filling your chests as you finished the last page.

you felt bad taking it home with you that night, wondering if maybe Spencer wanted to keep it. maybe you should keep it at work so you can both have it. thats the fair thing to do. you looked down, smiling sadly at the little red heart on your hand.

he did want to keep it. but he had a better idea in mind. he looked down, smiling excitedly at the little black heart on his hand.

the next day when you arrived to work all your worries were solved. on your desk laid a new sketch book entitled:

"y/n and Spencer's super duper special sketchbook: volume ii"

you laughed as you read a small lilac post it note that said, "i want to keep this one please" signed with a little red heart in the corner.

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[wheelsup]

okay but can you imagine spencer washing your hair for you?

like, i never (ever) let anyone (at all) touch my hair, but i feel like he'd be really gentle about it, and there is just something so soft and tender to me about the idea of washing someone's hair for them 🥺

that’s my dream <3 ik you didnt specifically ask for a blurb but i think about this very often. i wrote two versions of this, but this one (with two bickering best friends who are v much in love) won my heart. 

wc: 1.6k   contains: friends (to crushes, maybe ;) ), injured reader. gn!reader

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“Spence, I promise you that I can do it by myself,” you huffed, attempting to yank off your tank top as you walked toward the hotel bathroom, using only one arm while trying to keep the other as still as possible.

“I’d be more inclined to believe you if you didn’t sound like you were going to cry,” he snickered, following hot on your trail as you tried to escape his hovering. 

“You’re being dramatic.” 

“Oh really? Lift your arm up, then.” He leaned his hip against the marble counter, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited for you to do it. One obnoxiously smug eyebrow arched on his forehead.

Sometime during the case, you’d gotten into a brief tousle with a suspect, who just had to run away when approached. If Morgan had been there, you wouldn’t have even batted a lash, but he wasn’t. So not only had you detained him by yourself, you also wound up with a minor pulled muscle in your shoulder. 

You shot him a sarcastic smile, toothless and irritated, and raised your right arm into the air. He let out an airy scoff. 

“Other one, smart ass.”

Your arm dropped down to your side, your smile falling with it as you turned sharply towards the shower. 

“Look, I’m disgusting right now. So either I suck it up and shower, or you’re going to smell me until the day we solve this case.”

Spencer’s nose crinkled at the gross truth. He wasn’t ungentlemanly enough to tell you, but sharing a bed with a coworker was quite a quick way to discover if they were in need of a shower or not. Your shoulder might be out of service, but both of you could agree that hygiene was a bigger priority. 

“You can’t even move. Just… just let me help you.”

You snorted. “Nice try, Reid. I’m not letting you shower with me.”

He rolled his eyes at your use of his last name. You only called him that when you were annoyed with him. He pushed off the counter and turned to the wall, hitting the light switch and earning a shriek from you as the room suddenly went dark. 

“I won’t look,” he shrugged, amusing no one but himself. 

“You’re a clown, you know that?” you muttered under your breath, drawing back the shower curtain and fumbling around, searching for the knobs in pitch black. “Absolutely fucking theatrical.” 

You found them moments later and ran the water, testing the temperature on the back of your hand. By the time it went from cold to warm, you noticed that he still hadn’t moved. From the sliver of light peeking under the door, you could make out just his silhouette in the corner, perched on the vanity. 

He was being stubborn about this. That, and the comforting fact that you couldn’t see a single thing –– thankfully, not even his face –– wore you down.

“Close your eyes,” you murmured. 

“It’s already pitch black in here ––”

“Close your eyes, Reid.”

Sighing through his nose, he did just that. To make sure you knew it, and also maybe just to be annoying, he made a show of getting off the counter and turning himself around to face the wall. You peeled out of your clothes as quickly as you could. In the process, you caught the long shower curtain under the heel of your foot and, as you stumbled over it, accidentally dragged it along, sending the metal curtain hooks screeching as they slid along the bar.  

The second you found your ground, you immediately shot daggers into the back of Spencer’s head, waiting for him to make a joke. As if he could feel them, he bit back his quip. Not without letting a barely contained cackle slip under his breath. 

“Okay,” you warned, stepping into the shower. Grabbing the end of the shower curtain, you pulled it tightly over your body to cover yourself as you poked your chin out to talk to him. “I’m in.”

Spencer turned and approached the shower, eyes still shut with his hands out in front of him, feeling the walls for guidance. He was still mocking you for making him close his eyes. You raised your brows; he must’ve thought he was quite funny. 

“You look like Velma when she loses her glasses.”

That knocked the funny bone right out of him. His hands dropped to his sides.

“Just get your hair wet and hand me the shampoo.” 

You drew the curtain shut again as you dipped your head under the shower stream, coming back moments later with sopping wet hair and a little bottle of complimentary hotel shampoo. 

He let you sit on the floor of the bathtub, just slightly removed from the spray of the water. Your back was to him, as he kneeled down on the tile floor, just outside of the bathtub so he didn’t have to get wet. You bent your knees to your chest, resting your chin on them.

Spencer first pushed up the sleeves of his sweater as far as he could before deciding to remove it altogether for the sake of protecting the wool against stray water. The cuffs of his work shirt were unbuttoned and rolled up to his elbows as he got to work.

Taking a healthy quarter-sized amount of shampoo into his palm, he lathered it between his hands before running soapy fingers through your scalp. The pads of his fingertips softly dug in as he carefully massaged the shampoo in.

When he started working his fingers in patterns, putting pressure near your temples and increasing it as he dragged them up the curve of your scalp, you let your eyes close. He was getting rid of a headache you didn’t even realize you had. 

The tension you’d been carrying in your shoulders eased a little, and it made him think about how much you probably needed this. One of his hands came down to massage the muscle between your neck and your good shoulder, knowing it was best to just let the hot water do its magic on the bad one. 

When the shampoo had been sufficiently lathered, he stood up and detached the shower head, bringing it down to you so you didn’t have to move. You leaned your head back for him as he carefully rinsed the soap out.

You weren’t going to ask, but thank God Spencer told you to hand him the conditioner next. This, he slathered all over the ends of your hair, making sure all of it was sufficiently covered in conditioner before loosely twisting it into a low, makeshift pony for you. 

“Mm. I was about to ask how you’re so good at haircare,” you chuckled lowly to yourself, in a half-sleepy voice with your forehead resting on your knees. Dangerously close to falling asleep. “Then I remembered what you used to look like.”

You had a lazy smile on your face just thinking about the days where Spencer’s hair used to be down to his shoulders. He looked so pretty like that (not that he didn’t look pretty now, too), you always wondered why he got rid of it. 

“Remember when I got shot in the knee?” he hummed, returning to work your shoulder. He adorned a tiny smile of his own as he started to reminisce. “You came by my house at least once a week. Brought me meals, watched movies with me. Helped distract me from the pain. Even drove me to my physical therapy appointments.” 

You mm-hmm’d that you remembered.

“You pretty much did everything shy of helping me bathe. Though, I feel like you would’ve helped with that, too, if I asked.”

You both laughed at that. You hadn’t really noticed the parallels of your situation, being injured and needing his help for once. He was happy to repay the favor. 

“I’ll, uh. Let you wash your body yourself,” he said, coming out of his daydream for a moment. He rinsed his hands off and got up, patting down his wet hands on his trousers. With one nod from you to confirm that you’d be able to do it, he quickly exited the bathroom to give you privacy. 

You emerged seventeen minutes later, clad in pajamas with towel-dried hair. Spencer was still awake as you crawled onto the bed beside him, more than ready for bed after that. He looked to the side to ask you how the rest of your shower was, and before he could get it out, you shuffled up next to him, winding one arm around his and resting your head on his chest.

“I take it you had a good shower?” he laughed. This was one of his “I told you so” moments, and for once, you didn’t mind it. 

“Mhm,” you smiled, chuckling behind it as you shut your eyes. You were falling asleep fast. “Spence, the scalp massage…” 

“Was good, right?” he boasted, inflating his own ego a bit. 

You nodded against his shoulder, not caring if you helped blow up his ego another two sizes. Burrowing deeper into the covers, nestling tighter against Spencer, you got one more quip in before falling asleep. “S’good that I think I have a crush on you now.” 

Joke or not, he pulled the blanket higher until it reached your chin, holding you with both arms and kissing the top of your head before falling asleep himself.

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[mercy-burning]

Losing You Twice (S.R) - MASTERLIST

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: A seven-part saga that recounts the cycling on-again/off-again relationship between Spencer and Y/N. —Inspired by The S(ex)Tapes by FLETCHER Rating: Mature (18+) Content Warnings: Language, graphic depictions of sex, alcohol consumption, angst, (more detailed content warnings will be included in each chapter) Total Word Count: 1,343/?

MASTERLIST | PLAYLIST | WATTPAD | AO3

“I know that I’m losing my mind, and it feels like I’m losing you twice. Is it worth the price? What have I gotten into?” —FLETCHER, Sex (With My Ex)

CONTENT KEY

(🖤) - smut (🤍) - angst

PROLOGUE: Silence (🤍) 1: If I Hated You (🖤🤍) 2: Bitter (🖤🤍) INTERLUDE: Sting (🤍) 3: The One (🖤)  4: Shh...Don’t Say It (🖤🤍)  5: Feel (🤍)  6: Sex (With My Ex) (🖤🤍) 

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[reidabookforonce]

fic recs

i’m afraid of tagging the authors lol but i’ll link their masterlists

you can also check #nat's fic recs , #nat's blurb recs & #nat's hc recs

at some point i may divide this list up but for now enjoy this very long list

fluff = 🤍 | smut = 🌊 | angst = 🌧 | all time favorites = ✨

criminal minds

spencer reid

one shots

@/catsadams | masterlist

girls on film ✨

@/imagining-in-the-margins | masterlist

sweater paws 🌊

teacher's pet 🌊

@/gubler-me-up | masterlist

heavy lifting

@/spencersawkward | masterlist

honesty is the best policy 🌊✨

@/mxchellesworld | masterlist

going live 🌊✨

@/cacoetheswriting | masterlist

close to your heart 🤍

@/reidyoulikeabook | masterlist

too good 🌊

personal google, sometimes you just don’t know the answer 🤍

headcannons/blurbs

@/homoose | masterlist

love language 🤍

@/drspencr | masterlist

quarantine 🤍🌊

@/subspencer | masterlist

getting jealous of the attention boy band reid gets 🌊

spencer discovering his hair kink 🌊

aftercare

@/mgg-theprettiestboy | masterlist

period pains 🤍

@/spenciebabie | masterlist

nudes 🌊✨

@/softspence | masterlist

a cockwarming good girl 🌊

leave the goddamn vest on: an alt take 🌊

@/thespringpriestess | masterlist

thin walls 🌊✨

@/reidsnose | masterlist

advil 🤍

@/mggpleasedontlookhere | masterlist

home 🤍

@/thmrdrs

dating spencer reid headcanons

@/ssa-m-187 | masterlist

spencer taking care of you after a hard day 🤍

morcia

headcannons/blurbs

@/spencehotchner

morcia’s first kiss

movie characters

chip taylor

headcannons/blurbs

@/subspencer | masterlist

chip teaches you to degrade him 🌊

9-1-1

evan buckley

one shots

@/itsreigns | masterlist

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[anothermansjeans]

And Every Lifetime...

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: reader wakes up next to spencer on her birthday

word count: .3k

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @laurnrnlds!!!!! ahhh i love you, rose, and i hope you have an amazing day!! and this is 100% dedicated to you <333

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A soft breeze floated across Y/N’s skin, causing a chill to run up her arms as she woke up. Today marked another year, another year older, and another year she’d get to spend with the man pressed up behind her.

Birthdays were never really like this for her. She’d normally get up, go to work, and thank everyone who had sent her messages throughout the day. She never had someone to spend it with— she never had someone like Spencer Reid.

She could have laid there for hours, basking in the warmth from not only the sun, but also Spencer, but with the slight movement coming from behind her, she couldn’t deny that she was excited to be with the man she loved.

“Happy Birthday”, the soft yet raspy tone of his voice filled her ear as they lay out on the bed, legs tangled in bedsheets, arms wrapping tighter around her waist.

It took one look over her shoulder to see the sleepy grin plastered on his face, and she couldn’t help but feel warmth spread throughout her body, sending butterflies to her stomach. This was the man she got to wake up to on her birthday, this was the man who held her all night long, making her feel nothing but safe. This was the man who made her happy every second of the day. “Thank you, Spencer.”

He let out a soft hum, nuzzling his face on her shoulder blade before placing delicate kisses. “I want to take you to that lake by the park. I was reading there the other day and thought you’d like it.”

Her soft smile slowly widened and she hugged his arms closer around her waist, “that sounds absolutely perfect.” She carefully turned her body over, now facing him, seeing the soft brown eyes focus on her. “Did you know I love you?”

The crinkles by his eyes became apparent as his smile broadened. “Did you know that I love you too?”

It was crazy how she did in fact know that, but still questioned how someone so amazing as him could love someone as simple as she felt.

“You show me every day”, she said, voice quiet and soft as she brushed a curl out of his eyes.

“And I will continue to show you every day, every birthday, and every lifetime.”

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[reidingmelodies]

The Best Pair

Pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!Reader Category: Fluff Includes: Brief mention of food Word Count: 1k A/N: This was requested by an anon based off the song “Socks” by Out of Luck! ♡

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“Great job, Henry!  That looks just like me,” you jumped as the booming voice broke your focus from your book, eyes scanning the park until a head full of curls caught your attention.

He was sitting on the ground a few paces away, surrounded by piles of chalk with a little boy in tow.  You couldn’t help but smile when the boy jumped into his lap and wrapped his arms around the man’s neck, leaving a trail of green and pink chalk dust in his wake.  As your eyes scanned across the ground in front of them, a laugh left your mouth at the adorable stick figure drawing gracing the otherwise plain pavement.

There were brown wavy lines coming out of the head of the figure that seemed to stick up in every direction and one of the stick figure’s hands held a rectangle that vaguely resembled a book.  Without a doubt, his feet were your favorite part of the drawing, a rainbow of circles drawn on the left foot while the right was covered in blue and pink zig-zag lines. 

And taking one look at the man who was frantically wiping chalk from his pants you knew the miniature Picaso had it right on the money.  

“Hey Uncle Spencer, look!  They have the same book as you!” You broke your reverie to find Henry jumping up and down a few feet away from you, finger wildly pointing in your direction.

You smiled, giving a little wave with the tips of your fingers as the mystery man from earlier came to kneel by the boy’s side and lightly grasped his smaller hand within his.  

You watched as he leaned towards him and explained that ‘it’s not nice to point, Henry, but you’re right- it’s really cool that we have the same book!’

He looked up at you and slightly smiled then, and your heart felt like it grew wings and was about to float out of your chest and into the palm of his hand.

Get it together, Y/N.

He stood, keeping his hold on Henry’s hand and coming face to face with you as you moved to meet him halfway.

“I’m really sorry about that,” he started as a blush crept up his cheeks, “I showed him that book in my apartment before we came here and I guess it made an impression”.

You smiled at the pair, shaking your head in protest, “it’s not a problem, really!  I’d love to hear your thoughts about the book actually if you have time” you watched as Spencer’s mouth slightly dropped before he nodded, and you turned your attention to Henry.  “And you!  You may just be the very best artist I’ve ever seen!” Henry’s expressions mirrored his uncle’s as he eagerly let go of Spencer’s hand to retrieve his chalk.

“I’m gonna draw you now!” you and Spencer watched as he organized the chalk based on the colors of your outfit, and you couldn’t help but thank the universe for bringing you to the park today.

“That’s Henry, and I’m Spencer, I um- I figured we should probably properly introduce ourselves” Spencer’s voice broke you out of your trance, and you locked eyes with him as you introduced yourself, immediately launching into a conversation about your mutual favorite novels.

And just like that, a new Saturday tradition was born.

Soon enough your Saturday afternoons were spent walking around the park with Spencer and Henry, most always ending with you and Spencer swinging Henry in between your bodies before ending the day with ice cream.

Park and ice cream afternoons with your boys somehow led to dinner and movie marathons with Spencer after dropping Henry off, and your heart had never felt so full.  

Every minute spent with him was a minute spent wondering how you had ever known a life without him by your side, and one thing was for sure- you never wanted to live like that again.

***

Two months to the day you had met Spencer and Henry in the park, you found yourself face to face with an eager five year old running to sit next to you on the bench while Spencer ran behind him, shouts of “Henry, no!” desperately leaving his lips.

But, it was too late.

Within a second of plopping down next to you Henry’s mouth was running a mile a minute as he caught you up with the latest gossip.  “I was helping Mommy match socks when we did laundry yesterday! She told Daddy that you and Uncle Spencer would make a good pair and guess what!  I told Uncle Spencer when we were walking here and he said he thinks so too!”

Your lips parted and closed repeatedly, words failing you as you looked up at Spencer.  His face was the brightest shade of red you’d ever seen, his hands moving to rub at his neck while he looked everywhere and anywhere to avoid your questioning gaze.

“Hey Henry,” you stage whispered, “wanna know a secret?”  Henry’s eager nod brought a chuckle out of your mouth despite the all consuming feeling of nerves running through your veins.

“I think your uncle and I would make the very best pair”.

And just like that, three things happened at once.

Henry’s little arms rose above his head in triumph at the same time you stood to your feet and Spencer pulled your body into his.  The warmth of his body against yours brought you an infinite amount of comfort, mind spinning as you realized your secret was finally out in the open.

And when his lips gently met yours much to the disgust of the boy next to you?  One thought made its way to the forefront of your mind- thank goodness for meddling five-year-olds.

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happy campers

overview: the bau goes on a team building camping trip but reader and spencer spend most of their time together

genre: fluff

a/n: ive been kicking myself for not posting in forever but i think this one is pretty cute! please lmk what yall think :)

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the stuffy, eight person suv finally rolled to a stop, the overgrown children that call themselves the bau tumbling out as quickly and gracelessly as possible. Morgan and Reid nearing the end of a 2 and a half minute long slap fight that you happened to be caught directly in the middle of. you looked at jj, pleading to make them stop with her mom powers.

"boys behave or ill ground you both," she sighed, going to help out with taking things out of the trunk.

they immediately stopped, muttering under their breath that the other one started it. but before they could start again, Spencer caught a glance at you. you were taking a deep breath, smiling contently, very clearly happy to get some fresh, forest air. despite being in direct sunlight, your smile was far brighter than anything he'd seen in his whole life.

before he knew it he was being snapped out of his daze and asked to help set up the tents. he was really hoping to have a chance to share a tent with you, like you sometimes had done on cases when hotel rooms were scarce. but he knew that almost everyone wanted a spot in your tent because you're that much fun to be around. Penelope would win, obviously, and he would be paired up with morgan again.

he let out a sigh as he finished up pitching one of the tents, pulling the corner and nailing it into the ground. as he did so, something caught his eye: a pink, round, fat little worm crawled out of the dirt.

his attention was now fully on the worm, ecstatic to see it because he had been reading up on worms for a while. he called morgan and hotch over since they were the closest to him, rambling excitedly all hes learned about them so far. he looked up and could see the disinterest behind their polite smiles. his own smile faltered for a second, until he saw you finishing up pitching a tent.

"im gonna go show y/n. shes gonna love this!" spencer giggled, already walking towards you.

"hey kid i dont know if she-" morgan began.

"reid she might not-" hotch started as well.

but he had already reached you, sticking out his hand and revealing the worm. hotch and morgan looked at each other worriedly, concerned that the tiniest rejection from you, even about something as small as a worm, would tear his heart to pieces.

their faces changed from worry to confusion as they watched a wide grin crack on your face.

"oh! a worm!" you exclaimed gleefully.

they observed as you put your hand out and Spencer dropped the worm in your hand. you watched it wriggle around and would occasionally look up and nod along with his rambling, asking questions and listening intently. hotch and morgan were speechless, knowing full well if they offered a girl they liked a worm, she would not have the same reaction.

you and Spencer started walking back over to the tent, where hotch and morgan tried their best to seem busy. you two were laughing, something about putting the worm back where he found it so it gets home safely. if there was ever any doubt that you and Spencer would be the perfect couple, its completely disintegrated now.

you and Spencer were typically joined at the hip, but after the worm encounter, you two were especially inseparable.

the girls went down by the lake to tan while you and Spencer tried to build a hut out of random sticks and logs you found around the forest. and while the guys were fishing on that same lake, Spencer and you were rock skipping, and he was explaining to you the physics behind it. and you were both scaring away any potential fish for rossi, hotch, and morgan to catch. so you two were banished back into the forest for the time being. when the rest of the team came back, you and him were up in a tree, eating some of the snacks they'd packed, talking and laughing and subconsciously leaning into one another. you didn't need to be a profiler to see the signs. you two were head over heels already, even if you guys didn't know it yet.

after a bonfire full of roasted marshmallows and scary stories, laughs and giggles. it was a wonderful, but tiring night and before you knew it you were getting ready for bed, sharing highlights of the day back and fourth with Penelope.

"i'm picking up on a bit of a pattern," she giggled, wiggling her eyebrows.

you wracked your brain, "what pattern?"

"all of your highlights included a certain adorkable genius."

"what? no we just...he's my best friend so we-cause its fun and i just-" you stammered, feeling your face heat up with every passing second.

"relax my love, i was just teasing," she chuckled, turning over to go to sleep.

"yeah i know. goodnight pen."

"goodnight lovely," she sighed, "but give some thought to lover boy."

you chuckled lightly before whispering to yourself, "trust me i have."

you woke up and checked the time, it was 4:47am but you just could not fall asleep. you crawled out of the tent, grabbing your blanket when you felt the cool morning air rush at you. you didn't want to wake anyone, so you made your way over to the little hill that the suv was parked on, stealing the keys from hotch's bag and crossing to the other side that faced east. the sun would be rising soon, it would be nice to watch; you draped your blanket across your shoulders. you heard footsteps coming from behind you, your blood running cold, immediately assuming the worst.

you turned around and were met with Spencer's sleepy smile. his hair stuck up in all directions and he looked perfectly adorable. you had to resist your urge to give in and kiss him right then and there.

"you scared me!" you whispered, trying to stifle a smile.

"im sorry," he giggled, "why are you up?"

"im not sure i just couldnt fall back asleep. why are you up?" you echoed.

"morgan keeps farting."

you and him let out hearty laughs, quickly covering your mouths as to not wake up the rest of the team.

you faced the car for a second, legs growing tired from standing.

"look how pretty the fogged up windows look," you observed, facing back and fourth between the colorful sky and the muggy version reflecting on the suv. you pressed your hand against the window, leaving a print, "so cold!" you chuckled.

spencer put his hand next your handprint, quickly recoiling, "you werent lying," he laughed, shivering a little.

you looked at the two handprints, his comically larger than yours and you couldnt help but smile to yourself.

"do you want some blanket?" you asked, opening your arms.

"i think im too tall," he frowned, "maybe if i crouch?"

"how about," you dangled the keys infront of your face before opening the trunk of the suv, "front row seats to the sunrise and some blanket."

"that sounds perfect," he smiled, begging his body not to redden his cheeks.

you two crawled into the trunk, draping the blanket across both of your shoulders, being pulled together by the small piece of fabric. you two were completely cuddled together, getting maximum warmth from the blanket and each other's body heat. a comfortable silence floated between you, faint bird songs and the others breathing filling it with peace. you felt your eyelids droop, despite the breathtaking rebirth of the sun happing in front of you. spencer was just so comfortable.

he felt the same way, his head falling to rest on top of yours as sleep pulled at his eyes. he yawned lightly, pulling you closer and breathing you in. you smiled. perfectly content.

about an hour later, hotch woke up, searching frantically for his keys. he ran up to check if the suv was still there, only to be met with your sleeping figures in the open trunk, wrapped up tightly in a blanket, smiles on both of your faces despite being asleep. hotch was good at predicting things, he saw scenarios play out fully before they truly began.

he snapped a picture, knowing it would be put to good use in a few years, he smelled a wedding.

spencer and you spent the drive home smiling like a couple of idiots, grins growing wider each time the sun hit the window just right, revealing your handprints.

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